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The Straight Shoot
Topic Started: Mar 28 2012, 11:09 AM (156 Views)
Lily DePaolo
NEWera Rookie
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Another match, another injury.  My body was swollen from the amount of abuse I had taken over the last month.  Yet, there was still that burning flame inside of me that wouldn’t let me quit.  I would not turn my back on my quest to confront Jimmy.  That was my ultimate goal and I would endure what ever Travis threw my way in order to achieve it.  Even if it meant winding up in the hospital.
 
My bones were sore.  My joints were tight.  The Jekster ended up teaching me a lesson after all.  I did not expect him to power bomb me.  I did not expect him to turn his back on his own partner.  What I should have expected was to not get off so easily.  He made a promise to teach me a lesson and by the end of our match all I had learned was that I was a winner.  I felt humiliated out there beyond belief.  I needed to express my frustration.
 
I paced back and forth behind the entrance ramp.  So much frustration and anger was penned up inside that I could almost not even bare.  My music hit and I rushed through that curtain with my hands raised high in tribute to my brother.  The adrenaline flowed through my veins and made all the soreness and pain go away.  The fans were cheering for me, they were calling my name.  We were an hour away from kicking off another impact edition of New Generation Wrestling where I would come face to face with my foe, The Jekster.  I had a lot on my mind and the fans needed a little boost before the show got off the ground.
 
Making my way down the ramp, slapping fans hands on each on every side, I realized that there was no better feeling then being this loved.  I understood why my brother wrestled for 10 years and gave it everything he had.  I realized how he could embrace the life of travel and separation from Sarah and his children just to feel the joy of hearing his name called.  It was an amazing feeling and as I slid into the ring and pumped the crowd up there was nothing else I could even think of.
 
I was handed a microphone as the fans quitted down.  I looked into the faces of the young children sitting ringside and waved to them.  I had their attention, now it was time to bring home my message.

 
“Thank you.  Thank you to everyone from the bottom of my heart for cheering my name.  It means beyond the world to me.  I could spend the next hour just thanking each and every one of you for the support and love you show me.  But, I need to address a certain some one in the back.  The Jekster.”
 
The fans started booing at the sound of his name.  He had the audacity to lay his hand on a woman and for that he was being ridiculed.
 
“I know, I feel the same way.  Last New Generation The Jekster and I teamed to face toe Cornbread Mafia.  Sure I was still a little beat up and damaged from my handicap match against The Beautiful Disasters, but I went out there anyway and gave it my all.  I fought and got my ass kicked but I kept kicking out.  Then I went for the tag and The Jekster stepped away.”
 
I pointed to the big screen as a recap of last weeks tag team match aired showing The Jekster not accepting my tag.  Once more the fans booed.
 
“So again I was left alone, but I kept on fighting and kicking out of every move that the Cornbread Mafia did to me.  And then, as quickly as the punishment began I turned my fortune around and went on the offensive.  I was streaming an epic comeback to highlight the first win of my NEW Era career when The Jekster felt like getting involved and tagged him self in.”
 
Again the screen rolled the clip of the blind tag.
 
“The Jekster went on to record the pin and secure the victory for the team.  Now that would have been all find and dandy.  I am a team player and I would have been nothing less then happy for getting my first win.  But The Jekster wasn’t quite done.  He turned on me and attacked me.  I believe in women’s right and equality and everything, but he laid his hands on a defenseless woman and beat me so bad I needed to go back to the doctors.  The medics say I have a bruised vertebra.  Yet, I convinced them to medically clear me for tonight.”
 
I put emphasis on the word “tonight” as the fans went ballistic.  They started to cheer my name once more as I smiled and acknowledged their support.
 
“So here we are Jekster.  You and I have a match tonight.  You claim to be a man that will continue to teach me lessons, well I am the woman who you will realize you should not have messed with.  I am classified as a sweetheart Jekster, but I can be a real bitch if you push me the wrong way.  Those power bombs that bruised my vertebra were a wake up call.  You were right, I did learn some thing, but it wasn’t not to trust any one.  I learned that some scum can not change no matter how much you hope they do.
 
You Jekster are scum.  The minute I saw the match card with us teaming I knew you were white trash.  Yet I gave you a chance because I wanted to believe that deep down, beneath that exterior that would scare away a blind squirrel, you were a kind gentle person just reaching out for attention.  I tired to give you that attention.  I tried to be your friend.  Once your scum though you are always scum and I should have seen that.  That was the lesson I learned last week.  This week I am going to learn how to flush the scum back to the sewers that you rose from.  I am going to defeat you Jekster.  In front of all these cheering fans I am going to hold your shoulders to the mat for the 3 count.”
 
The fans started to chant “Jekster’s scum.”  I smile from amusing my self and the rally of support I am getting from the crowd.
 
“Tonight I will take the step in the right direction for my career.  Tonight I will not further injure my self or be humiliated.  Tonight I will become the teacher and The Jekster will be my humble student.  Tonight the bitch comes back and The Jekster or any one else for that matter…”
 
I look into the camera with a cocky grin saying “Jimmy Helmsley” before turning away.
 
“Will wish they had not taken me so lightly.”
 
I drop the microphone and fall to my knees to roll out of the ring.  The fans are on their feet cheering just under an hour away from show time.  I raise my hand in the air as I reach the top of the stage feeling good about the message I have sent to The Jekster.  He wants a fight, he will surely get one.  I am one strong bitch when I need to be and he will see first hand just how much I need to learn.  I storm into the back behind the curtain with confidence, but furthermore with a self of pride that I was sure would lead me to victory.  Good news was I only needed to wait less then an hour for New Generation to begin.
 
Despite the injuries I was growing stronger.  Grab your kids, turn off the lights and make some popcorn, its show time.
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