Nowhere to Run II vs Tiffani Michaels (Queen of Wrestling Title Match) - RP #2

by **Brandon Macdonald** Mon Nov 11, 2013 3:37 pm

At the Gym
Continued from first RP
Los Angeles California

So that was the end of that. I had many meetings with the police, lawyers, child services, where I basically just told them exactly what had happened for the year that I was living with them. Doctors confirmed that my bruises likely came from another person, which backed up my story. The police found drugs in my mom’s house, as well as child pornography on douchebag’s computer, which didn’t surprise me in the least bit. Both he and my mom were sent to prison after a fairly short trial. Douchebag was sentenced to 80 years in prison on a variety of charges including assault, child porn, and possession. My mom was only sentenced to four years, but she was court ordered to stay away from me and never try to make contact with me. That was perfectly fine with me. That’s also why I was so upset that she called me and came by today.

After she was released, she was forced to attend a rehab clinic. They needed someone to pay for it though, and since I was her only relative left, I agreed to do it, as long as she was never allowed to know it was me paying, and that she was never allowed to contact me. Up until now, they had made good on those deals. I expected them to fix things this time around. I guess the only reason I’m paying for her rehab is because I know my dad would have wanted me to. I hated her more than I hated anything in my life, but I just couldn’t shake that feeling that my dad would have at least wanted me to help her get clean. Even though I had absolutely no faith that she could ever get clean.

After that, child services placed me in foster care. With John’s help, Brittney’s family was able to take me in, and I lived with them for a few months. I joined the cheerleading squad at my high school, as well as a local competitive team. When I turned 18, I moved back into my dad’s place by myself. I told people it was my grandparents’ house, unless they knew of course. Since I was the only one in school with a house not only big enough to host massive parties, but also had no parents to shut it down, I instantly became the most popular person in school.

Being the most popular girl in school, I got plenty of boys coming after me. And I don’t really know why, but I slept with a lot of guys from my school. I guess it was just my way of dealing with my lack of a family. I hated being alone, so I always found a guy to be with. It always made me feel better, and so I kept it up. Maybe my dad wouldn’t approve, but he would want me to do what made me happy, and I was definitely happy. So between all the parties, cheerleading, school and boys, I was pretty busy all the time. It distracted me from my lonely life.

Then I graduated and got a cheerleading scholarship to USC. So that’s where I’ve been all my life. That’s why I’m here at the gym today. Although today I was training for wrestling, not cheerleading. I had a big match coming up on Sunday, and all I could think about was my fucking mom.

How dare she come and ruin my day like that. I was all set for a good day of training, and she had to come and ruin it all. If I have any chance of beating Tiffani this weekend, I need to really push myself to the limit. She is the one wrestler I really respect in IWF. But I know I can beat her if I’m at my best. Because there is nobody in the world who’s best is better than my best.

I walked into the changeroom and over to my locker. There were a few girls sitting around changing, some from the other cheerleading squad. I didn’t really know them well, because they were technically below me, and therefore not worthy of my time. I could admit that I was a bitch most of the time, but hey, the world was a bitch to me when it took my dad away from me, so I’m only paying it forward.

I quickly changed into my workout gear and walked into the gym. I had a few minutes before my coach got here, so I walked over to one of the punching bags. I sat down on a bench and started taping my hands and wrists, just staring around the gym. A lot of bitches here, doing a lot of leg work. It makes me mad when I see girls like these ones. It’s basically the exact opposite of the guys who go to the gym and only do upper body stuff. These girls come in the tiniest spandex shorts and run on the treadmill for an hour, don’t break a sweat and then go home. They only come to look hot and show off. They aren’t doing anything worthwhile. Meanwhile I’m always killing myself so that I have nice strong abs and good arms. I could punch any one of these girls in the face, and they’d drop like a sack of potatoes. Maybe that’s why nobody ever talks to me in the gym. They know that I could beat each and every one of them up.

I stood up and started throwing combinations at the punching bag. A few kicks here and there, some knees, but mostly punches. I wanted to take the punching bag’s head off. I picture my mom, standing there in front of me, and it made me punch even harder. The anger inside me was welling up, and I was now taking it all out on the punching bag.

Bill Stevens: “Molls, jesus, save some of that anger for this Sunday”

I turned around and saw my head trainer, Bill Stevens standing in a doorway to another part of the gym, smiling. I grinned at him. Bill’s been my personal trainer for over two years now. We were introduced through cheerleading, when our coach made us take some fighting lessons, to learn how to properly fall without hurting ourselves. Mostly precautionary, in case we messed up on a move. But I loved fighting, and hired him to train me personally. He was so excited when he found out I was signed to a real company, and not just fighting girls at the clubs.

Molly Reid: “Sorry Bill. I’m just in a pissed off mood today”

Bill Stevens: “Well I’m about to make you even angrier, follow me”

I followed Bill into the next room. It was the fighting room, used exclusively for fight training. There were two wrestling rings, an octagon cage, and a whole lot of bags. The entire floor was matted too, so you could spar from anywhere. Bill led me over to one of the wrestling rings, where he had set up some kind of wall on two sides of the ring.

Molly Reid: “The fuck is this?”

Bill Stevens: “This is how we’re going to train you. You’ve never had to deal with a cage before, have you?”

We climbed into the ring and walked over to where the cage walls were set up.

Molly Reid: “Nope”

Bill Stevens: “Good”

I felt Bill’s hands on my back, just before he pushed me hard into the steel cage. I got my hands up at the last second and protected my face. I hit the cage and fell down to the mat. Damn that hurt way more than I expected.

Molly Reid: “What the fuck Bill?!”

Bill Stevens: “We need to get you used to hitting that cage. Most wrestlers go into their first cage match and have never been around a cage before. So the first time they hit it, they are so shocked at the amount of pain it can cause, that they tense up and spend the rest of the match trying with all their might to not hit it again. They put one hundred percent of their focus into staying away from that cage, and forget their gameplan completely. My goal is to get you used to the cage. By the end of the week, you’re not going to fear the cage; you’re going to love it. You’re going to want to hit that cage. That’s how you’re going to beat Tiffani. By using this cage”

That actually made sense. Because I definitely wanted to stay away from the cage after that. Hopefully after this week, I’d be comfortable with it. I never even thought about it before.

Molly Reid: “Ok, how do we do that?”

Bill Stevens: “First things first. I want you to run across the ring and jump into that cage.”

Molly Reid: “Are you insane?! I don’t want to die before my match”

Bill Stevens: “Trust me; we’ll give you plenty of time to rest. Just do it”

I stood up and walked across the ring. I looked at him, not believing that he actually wanted me to do this. But he nodded his head. So I slowly jogged across the ring and jumped half-heartedly into the cage. It still hurt but not as much as before. I expected it that time.

Bill Stevens: “By the end of the week, we’ll have you jumping full speed into that cage”

Molly Reid: “Fat chance”

Bill Stevens: “You’d be surprised Molly. Alright, quick, circuit number five, now”

Bill and I had developed about twenty different circuits that he would call out, and I would go run immediately. Each one took about twenty to thirty minutes to complete, and I would be next to dead afterwards. They were tough.

After I finished the circuit, I could barely lift my arms. I looked over at Bill.

Bill Stevens: “Now go climb over the top of that cage”

I looked over at the cage. It wasn’t that high, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard to climb. I walked over to it and started to climb. But to my surprise, I found that my arms and legs were far too weak and tired to climb the cage. I got about halfway up before I couldn’t hang on any longer. I dropped myself down onto the mat and lay there for a few minutes, panting exhaustedly.

Bill Stevens: “It’s harder than it looks, isn’t it?”

Molly Reid: “Fuuuuck”

Bill Stevens: “Don’t worry, getting over that cage is mostly mental, less physical. You’re strong enough to climb it, you just need to push yourself. We’ll get there by the end of the week”

Molly Reid: “I hope so. I really need to win this match Bill”

Bill Stevens: “Don’t worry. You’re gonna win. That championship belt is as good as yours. I have a lot of confidence in my training methods”

Me too. Sure they were unorthodox. Bill was a strange guy sometimes. He actually came to a lot of my parties, and drank a ton. He didn’t seem to care that I drank, which was different from a lot of trainers. I actually considered him a friend, which was really cool. But I knew that if anyone could teach me to love getting thrown into a cage, it was Bill. If anyone could push me to give one hundred and ten percent on a workout, and then still find the strength to climb over a steel cage, it was Bill. He was the best trainer in Los Angeles, I’d argue against anyone. I was so glad to have Bill to train me. And I think he felt lucky to have someone as dedicated as me as his student. It’s a pretty awesome teacher student relationship that we have. I’m going to kick Tiffani’s ass this weekend. I can’t wait.

Reading Fan Mail
Video Blog Entry #4
Somewhere over United States
Sunday, February 24th

Molly Reid:
“Ok, so as you can see, I’m currently on a plane, heading to Atlanta for my match tonight. Full disclosure I’m a little tired, and a little hungover. But I’ll take a nap once I get there and I’ll be one hundred percent ready to go. Anyways since I’m tired and I can’t really go anywhere, Brittney is going to read off some fan mail, and I’ll answer it for you guys. Maybe it’s a cop out but hey, I’m doing to vlog’s in one weekend, you guys should be happy. Alright Brittney, read away”

Brittney Sinclair:
“I’ve got one from some guy in Tennessee, he’s asking why you didn’t join the Empire? It seems like a perfect group for a girl like you?”

Molly Reid:
“What does he mean, a girl like me? A bitch?”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Probably, but he doesn’t have anything else”

Molly Reid:
“Alright, well, Tennessee, the reason I didn’t join the Empire is the same reason that most people aren’t joining it. It’s fucking stupid. Tell me this, who is the leader of the Empire? Because most people would say it’s Corey Casey. But if I asked Alexander Remington who the leader was, do you really think he’d say Corey Casey is the leader? What about Axle Vengeance, would he say that he’s playing Corey’s sidekick? Of course not. This is a group full of massive egos. And sure, I would fit right in there, confidence wise. But while I may be very confident in myself, I’m not fucking stupid. Why join a team that is hanging together by a thread, just waiting to snap and all come apart. What’s one thing that Axle, Alexander, Corey, Tiffani all have in common? If you said that the only people they look out for are themselves, then you’d be right. What’s the point of a stable if you really only care about yourself. Sooner or later, one of them is going to get asked to do something that they don’t want to do. It’s already happening. Corey’s freaking out because Axle went to fight in a different company. But Axle isn’t backing down, because he’s doing what he wants. So why even join the group, if you’re not going to have a clear leader or follow any orders. I’m not going to join some stupid group full of self-adoring wrestlers, just to play second fiddle to whoever is feeling the biggest each day. No, I’d rather sit and watch from the outside. If I wanted to go fight someone in another company, you know how many people would stop me? Absolutely zero. I have nobody that’s holding me back. Nobody that I have to wait to catch up. The Empire won’t last; it can’t last with the people who are part of it. Not to mention they seem to just accept anybody who wants to join. They don’t care about anything in the past, just that if you want in, you’re in. Remington spent weeks fighting off the Empire, but then he joins it and they act like nothing has ever happened. Last pay-per-view, Tiffani almost got screwed by Blyss and Ruby, who were part of the Empire, and yet she joins it two weeks later. It makes no sense to me. I could beat Tiffani this week, ask to join the Empire next week, and I guarantee they’d say sure. Corey just can’t say no to anyone. He doesn’t care about building the most talented group, he just wants as many people as he can to work for him, so that he doesn’t have to do anything and he’s protected. That’s why I won’t join the Empire. That’s why I’d never join any stable. Sure I’ll help people take down the Empire, but I do things my way. The Empire will collapse under its own weight soon enough, once everyone realizes they can’t get along at all. And once they do, I’ll be there to make sure it’s gone for good”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Next question, from James in Pennsylvania. James says ‘Hey Molly, big fan. I was wondering if you could tell us whether the rumours of Blyss Lockhart putting you under her wing and training you are true.’”

Molly Reid:
“Ok I’ve actually heard this one before. People ask me about it on Twitter and stuff. Let me make this clear. I have never in my life had an in-person conversation with Blyss. I don’t like her at all. I think she’s a terrible wrestler and I would never ever even train with her, let alone let her train me. What would she teach me, how to lose to Tiffani? How to get my ass kicked in the ring but yet still keep coming back and acting like I’m actually talented and can wrestle. Blyss Lockhart wishes that I would teach her a thing or two about wrestling. So to answer that rumour, no, I am not training with Blyss Lockart, it disgusts me to think of her trying to train me. I will never train with Blyss. So whoever started this rumour is an idiot. I assume Blyss did it herself, because she needed some kind of credibility back for her career. She saw that I was getting a Queen of Wrestling title shot and knew that I was going to win. So she decided to tell people that she was training me, so that when I won, she could say that she was the reason that I won. When I win tonight, it will be because of me, Molly Reid, not because of a stupid bitch named Blyss Lockhart.”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Here’s one from a Matt in Illinois. It says ‘Hey Molly, will you have sex with me?!’ Oh lovely, he’s got some pictures attached too”

Molly Reid:
“Is he hot?”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Ew no, he’s really fat and hairy. Also he sent a dick pic”

Molly Reid:
“Hahaha, no way! Let me see!”

I leaned over and looked at the computer that Brittney was holding. Sure enough, there was an old hairy fat naked man, sitting on his couch, his genitals in full view. Lovely.
Molly Reid:
“I’ll give him props for having the balls to actually send those, but no, I will not have sex with you Matt from Illinois. Shave, lose some weight, then maybe we’ll talk”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Next question is from Jenna. She mentions that you once said that Tiffani Michaels was the only girl you said that you respected in the IWF. Is that still true?”

Molly Reid:
“Yeah it is. Look, I’m not going to lie about it. I do respect Tiffani Michaels. I know the kind of dedication it takes to be a cheerleader as good as she is. I know the amount of work and dedication she had to put in to get where she is. So yeah, I respect her and what she’s done. It’s way more than what anyone else in this company has done. At least she worked hard to get where she is today, unlike almost all of the other girls. But while I may respect her, I just don’t think she’s that good of a wrestler. I don’t think it will be hard for me to beat her. I know I’m a much better fighter than she is, and that I’m going to prove it tonight. Respect be damned, I’m going to kick her ass. She needs to know who the best woman in the company is. She needs to understand that she isn’t going to be able to get by with fluky wins and lucky shots. After tonight, maybe she’ll learn a thing or two.”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Another question asks about whether you thought you were being two faced. After all, you did play nice with Tiffani in your first vlog”

Molly Reid:
“You know, that’s a funny thing. I guess you could say I was being two faced. I mean, I guess I’m always being two faced, right? I’ll say and do anything to get myself ahead. Do you think I would have slept with Chuck Matthews if I didn’t think it would help me get ahead in the IWF? I mean, don’t get me wrong, Chuck is great in bed and there’s a reason we slept together so many times. But I wouldn’t have ever even given him the chance if I didn’t think it would benefit me somehow. And low and behold, it must have done something, because after only two matches in the IWF, I’m the number one contender for the Queen of Wrestling championship. Being two faced is what I do. But at least I can admit to it. I’m a cold-hearted bitch, and that’s the truth. Maybe if the world wasn’t such a cruel bitch to me, then I wouldn’t have turned out the way I did. But hey, can’t change the past now can we? So yeah, Tiffani, if she accused me of being two faced, she was right. I join the company, and I see everyone ganging up on the Queen of Wrestling, and yet she’s still winning matches. Not to mention she’s also a cheerleader from Los Angeles? It was way too easy. Of course I was going to side with her. Of course I was going to pretend to like her and be friends with her and act like I would have her back. She was the fastest way to success for me, who wouldn’t take that path? I didn’t expect to rise up so fast, but I guess even I underestimated how amazing I really am. So Tiffani, if by any chance you watch these vlogs of mine, yes, I was never intending on having your back or being your friend. I always just wanted that belt of yours. And don’t you dare tell me that you wouldn’t have done the same. Now I’ve got my chance to get that belt, and I won’t let myself down. I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best, and that includes lying or sleeping my way there. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me. Call me a slut if you want, I couldn’t care less. I’m very happy with myself and what I’ve done in my life, as well as what I am going to do. If I tell you that I like you or something, chances are I’m just lying. But that’s ok, because that’s just what I do. I’m not going to change, and if you don’t like that I’m a two faced bitch, tough titties girl”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Paul asks ‘With all the downfall of recent celebrity socialites, ala Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton, how will you make sure that you won’t fall down the same path?’”

Molly Reid:
“Because I’ve got one thing that neither of those girls, in fact, none of those socialite bitches have. A brain. Contrary to what many people might believe, I know exactly what I’m doing. Not to mention I’m pretty fucking smart. Not everyone can get a degree in biomedical science at one of the biggest schools in the United States, all while maintaining a successful party lifestyle on top of her cheerleading schedule. But I can. That’s why I won’t fall down the same path as idiots like Lindsay and Paris. Look at me, first of all, I’ve still got years and years of being this hot left. Secondly, I kick fucking ass. And thirdly, in a few months, I can officially apply to jobs using my biomed degree. Not bad for some stupid socialite bitch am I right? So yeah, something tells me that I’ll be better off than they were. Not to mention I don’t do crack or meth or anything like that. I drink, hard. Maybe I’m an alcoholic, I don’t know. It’s not ruining my life or anything, so probably not. But yeah, I drink a lot. Occasionally I smoke weed. But I’ve never had the desire to try anything else. I don’t even smoke cigarettes. And before you go off talking about marijuana as a gateway drug, and that maybe one day I’ll have to try something harder, I want you to think harder. First off, like I said, I don’t smoke weed that often. Secondly, I’m twenty two years old. I smoked my first joint when I was fourteen. If I haven’t moved on to any harder drugs by now, I’m never going to move on. I like where I’m at in my life, and I’m never going to change that. Drinking, partying, school, cheerleading and wrestling. I’ve got a pretty solid balance. My life isn’t about to go downhill anytime soon. Plus, I can act. I’ve been pretending to be friends with some people all my life. I’ve always got that to fall back on”

Brittney Sinclair:
“This guy wants to know why you have sex with so many guys.”

Molly Reid:
“I like sex. It’s pretty simple. And I like experimenting. Like seriously, how is it fun to have sex with the same one person over and over again? Everyone has different things that they bring to the table. Everyone else can stick to the one course meal, I prefer the buffet. Maybe I’m a sex addict. That would make a lot of sense. Oh well, I like it. I’m careful, I always use protection, and I don’t sleep with ugly guys or anything. Not just anyone can fuck me; you need to pass all of my tests. And trust me; there have been way more fails than there have been passes. So yeah, I have sex with so many guys because I like to have sex. It’s literally as simple as that.”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Alright, this guy wants to know…nevermind”

Molly Reid:
“No, what was it?”

Brittney Sinclair:
“He was asking about your parents. I know you don’t want to talk about that”

Brittney was one of only a few people who knew the true story about my parents. Of course that was because we had been friends for so long, plus she was always there for me when I went through that whole thing with my mom. So she knew that I never wanted to talk about it. But if I just ignored it now, people would continue to ask me, over and over again. I had to tell the story I told everyone.
Molly Reid:
“No it’s ok. Look, my parents always treated me like shit. They never found time for me, they never loved me. I don’t want to say I hated them, but it was pretty close. My dad, I think he said all of five words to me my entire life. My mom even less. Sometimes I would run off for a few days to live with Brittney or another friend, and when I got back they didn’t even notice I was gone. I got so sick and tired of it eventually that I called child services. They came and talked to my parents, who basically agreed without any hesitation to put me into foster care and then move away to New York. Luckily for me, Brittney’s parents adopted me and took care of me. So I will always consider them my parents. I couldn’t give a shit about my real parents. As far as I care, they died when they put me up for adoption. So now that everyone knows, I better not hear another fucking question about them, unless you want a swift kick to the mouth”

I hated having to lie about my dad like that. My mom, I didn’t give a shit about. But it was hard to say that my dad treated me so badly, when really he was the most amazing dad in the world. But I could never tell people about what really happened. It was too sad, too embarrassing. It was just too much to talk about, so I made up this story. People believed it, so I never bothered to change it or anything.
Brittney Sinclair:
“Alright, another question here. Bob from Connecticut is asking how you trained for this cage match”

Molly Reid:
“Cool question. I actually had a really different training approach to this match. My trainer is pretty unorthodox, maybe even a bit crazy. He set up half a steel cage in our training ring, and every half an hour or so, he’d make me run as fast as I could and throw myself right into one of the cage walls. Or he’d make me climb over the cage as fast as I could, right after I finished a grueling workout. He was really trying to hammer home that I didn’t need to be afraid of the cage. He taught me how to push myself even further through pain. I’d be doing a circuit, and he’s smack me in the back with a section of chain link fence. It was weird, I’ve never trained like that before. But now I’m not going to be afraid of the cage anymore. Now, when Tiffani inevitably throws me into the cage in our match, I’ll know exactly how much it will hurt, and exactly how to deal with it. It won’t catch me off guard. It’s just those little things that I think will give me a big advantage in our match. I’m sure she’s been around steel cages before, so she’ll know what to expect. But now I’ve evened the odds in that regard. I’m all around a better wrestler than her, and now she doesn’t even have an experience edge over me. So that’s how I’ve been training, obviously as well as my normal fighting training.”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Only a few more questions. This one is from some unnamed guy in Florida. He’s asking if it’s hard for you to hear everyone insult you about your lifestyle”

Molly Reid:
“Haha, no, it’s not hard to hear. Look, I hear that shit all the time. It’s literally the easiest thing to say about me. I hear girls trash talking me, and all they say is ‘oh, she’s a whore, she’s a cumdumpster, she opens her legs for anyone’. Like, I get that you want to insult me. But could you be a little more creative? EVERYONE uses those insults towards me. Make fun of how I look, make fun of how I’m a girly girl cheerleader, make fun of how I’m a bitch or how I’m not as talented as you are or something. But if you really have to resort to just calling out my lifestyle, it just shows me how uncreative you really are. Yeah I have sex with a lot of guys. I enjoy it. I wouldn’t change that for anything. I don’t get attached to guys, certainly not to guys like Chuck Matthews. Unlike most people, I actually understand that an ONS is only for one night. Yeah, sure, Chuck was good in bed. So I kept asking him to come back. But like I said earlier, Chuck was helping me get ahead. Why would I throw that away? Not only did it help me advance my career, but I got really good sex out of it. It was a win-win situation. But when girls make fun of that, it really just shows me how insecure they really are themselves. It’s true, not all girls want to live like I do. Most girls would rather find a boyfriend and stay with him and him only. I don’t understand why, but that’s not the point. But the ones who are truly happy with that choice, they don’t berate me for my choices. They see me and they say, ‘you know what? I don’t agree with what she’s doing, but it makes her happy, so who am I to question it.’ Whereas girls who use it as an insult are really just too afraid to admit that they wish they could accept what I do. They want to be able to sleep with people and not get attached and just have fun. But they don’t know how. So they resort to making fun of my choices, rather than deal with their own pathetic selves. I get it though. People wish they were me. They wish they had the confidence that I have, to own my lifestyle. I don’t get embarrassed that I sleep with a lot of guys, I accept it. If I wanted to change it, I could. I just don’t want to, because I enjoy what I do.”

Brittney Sinclair:
“Alright, last question. This is actually just my question. Any last words for that little bitchy Tiffi Michaels?”

Molly Reid:
“Yeah I guess I could say a few things. And I’m speaking directly to you Tiffani. All the wrestling news sites, all the podcasts and talk shows and radio hosts and whatever can play this. I want you to hear this. I want you to know this, I want you to believe this. I am going to beat you tonight at Nowhere to Run. This cage match is going to be fun for me. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy beating you senseless in that ring. Grinding that pretty little face of yours across the cage, bloodying it up a little bit. I’m sure you’re not used to that. None of these other girls in the IWF can do that to you. But I can. And you know I can. You know that I have what it takes to beat you. You know that you can’t simply wait until some kind of opportunistic moment arises. No, honey, this is inside a steel cage. Nobody can come and help you. You can’t win because someone gets in there and gives you a perfect chance. No, you have to beat me. And that’s something that you just can’t do. You joined the Empire so that someone would always have your back. Because you knew that with me in the IWF, you needed it. Well tonight, no one can save you from me. That Queen of Wrestling championship is mine. I’m coming into that cage and I’m taking it. Your skinny little ass won’t be able to do anything to stop it. I’m simply better than you. I’m better than everyone. God put me on this earth to be the best, and that’s exactly what I’m being. Not third best, not second best, but THE best. I came to the IWF to teach all of the women here a thing or two about how you fight. Not about how you wrestle, but about how you punch a girl in the face. This steel cage match isn’t going to be a wrestling match. You’re only kidding yourself if you think that. This steel cage match is going to be an all-out war. We’re going to put the IWF womens division on the map with this match. Exactly what I was brought here to do. Unfortunately, somebody has to lose the match. And, well fortunately, that someone is going to be you. You’re not going to have a third person in the match to help take the pressure off of you. You’re one on one, against me, inside a steel cage. I’m going to be coming at you nonstop. I’ll punch you in the face before you even get a chance to think about what’s happening. Before you know it, your ass will be knocked out on the fucking ground, and I’ll be climbing out of that cage on my way to becoming the Queen of Wrestling champion. Hold onto my belt Tiffi. Keep it nice and clean. Because I want it to look nice and sexy when it’s wrapped around my cute little waist”

I put my hand in the camera to cover it, as Brittney turned it off. I was ready. I was pumped. This match was mine. That title was mine. There was nothing that Tiffani could do to stop me. Nothing that anyone could do to stop me.

The IWF was mine, and that’s just the way I wanted it.