Post by cecilia on Feb 23, 2020 23:08:43 GMT -5
The scene opens to Cecilia Ortiz and Lucy Sixx sitting on the couch having a cuddle and movie time. Cecilia, who's head is in Lucy's lap, looks up at Lucy and shakes her head.
"Daddy, I just don't get how this happened?"
Lucy looks down at Cecilia.
"What's that baby doll?"
Cecilia sits up and thinks, her finger on her chin.
"How did the walking stereotype that is Eli Beazley get a shot at my title? He gets one fluke win and he thinks he is going to be a champion? He beats Jaice, who hasn't exactly been very solid in the ring as of late, and suddenly he thinks he is entitled to something."
Lucy looks at Cecilia.
"You know baby doll. Many questioned your rise to the Jr. Heavyweight title too."
Cecilia nods before speaking.
"The difference is I beat the champion in a non title match the week before I won the title. I earned my shot at 2020 Ways to Die. I think Management was so thrown for a loop with you NOT taking a World Title match that they threw together some bull shit booking."
Lucy looks at Cecilia.
"Baby doll there is no need for the language. You earned yours and there is no need to put Beazley down for having a shot. Just get the job done in the ring."
Cecilia pouts a bit, folding her arms over her chest.
"Daddy, I am just tired of these pointless meaningless matches. Let's say, hypotheically speaking, Beazley wins. Do I get a rematch? No. He will be thrown in a match with LaToya Hixx or whatever is left of Ultimate Destroyer once Odin is done with him. Then what happens to my career? Do I get thrown back to the bottom of the card like I don't matter? Like, do people really think there is a long term plan for the Jr Heavyweight title? No. There is nothing to do except be in a vast wasteland that is the lower mid card of this company. There is a clear hierarchy at play. They have no room for me. Why am I even here?
On the flip side. Say I win. Then, what? Much of the same. Much like Beazley, I waste away in the midcard. I am tired of fighting for something that the management of this place don't care about. I am tired of it being all about Smith Jones. I am tired of it being all about Odin Balfore.
Irina, are you listening? Do you hear me now? Give me something worth fighting for. Give me a legitimate chance to shine. You give me a meaningless title match and for what? To shut me up? To keep Lucy in the company? Fact is, Lucy came back on her own accord. I was brought here to learn under her. I am starting to see that I am good at this and then I get no worth matches against Eli Beazley who seems to be just as confused as to why he is here as I am. He doesn't even know where he is most of the time. I am all for people smoking marijuana, look at my sister, but there has to be a limit before a live microphone is thrown there way. I feel like I lose brain cells every time I hear Eli speak. Everytime he opens his southern California stoner mouth. Simply put, for the first time I know I am better than who I am across from. The question is, do I want to win?"
Lucy looks at Cecilia, concerned.
"Of course you want to win. Why would you say such a thing?"
Cecilia shrugs her shoulders.
"Do I though, Daddy? Like is there any reason for me to want to keep this title around my waist? It is all about prestige and this title seems very meaningless in the heads of management and talent. So yeah, I will go into this match and win. I will keep my title because that is what I do. I win. I haven't lost since I debuted. I won't start with someone who calls themself Breezy like a Covergirl ad. We don't stan Covergirl we stan Satin Cosmetics in this house. Also, we don't stan male versions of my sister. Beazley is a rip off version of Geri Miller. Beazley is unoriginal garbage. He is someone who doesn't deserve to be anywhere near a title, and probably shouldn't be within 500 feet of a school or church."
Lucy looks on shocked.
"Baby doll, where is this coming from?"
Cecilia keeps on.
"I am finally seeing that I am good at this. I used to think I wasn't a wrestler. Now, I know I am one. I am a damn good one and this title proves it. It may mean nothing to management but it means everything to me. It shows how far I have come. It shows that I am good at this. It shows I can go with the best and get the win. Eli isn't ready for that kind of commitment. He isn't ready to represent an entire division.
Eli, you talk a big game, what little I can understand. You are someone who will one day be good enough. But Liberty or Death isn't that day. You don't get to get a cheap win over me and act like you did something. I am a rookie but I am better than you. I am new but I am better than management gives me credit for. For once I want recognition for what I do. The whole time I was General Manager of Trinity Wrestling Sin, Kylie got all the praise. People now like to say I am someone in Lucy Sixx's shadow. She is my mentor. She is my caregiver. Who knows what else she will become but I am not her shadow. I am a wrestler and I am my own person. I am not an extension of Lucy Sixx. I am not an extension of Geri Miller. I am Cecilia Ortiz. I am the Junior Heavyweight Champion. It is about time people start recognizing that. It is high time for you all to start saying MY name in the same respects as other greats in this company. It is my time to shine and you are all about to see what I am capable of. No more Mrs. Nice Girl. Oh, and Breezy, when I said high time I didn't mean weed."
Cecilia lays her head back in Lucy's lap as the movie continues. Lucy keeps staring at her. Cecilia shrugs.
"What, I am an age regressor, not a baby. I am a grown woman and am more than capable of showing that."
Lucy kisses Cecilia's head as the scene fades to black.
