Post by Sierra Silver on Jul 25, 2021 19:41:50 GMT -5
Friday, June 30th, 2017,
Sierra stands in the ring of DMCW, the biggest wrestling promotion in Des Moines. She stands across from the head trainer, his arms folded. Sierra looks nervous, he looks annoyed.
All right, kid. You got a look, but you’re still pretty green. Let’s see how you talk.
O-okay…
Real simple. Tell me why you want to be a wrestler.
Worry crosses Sierra’s face as she looks down, searching within herself. She speaks quietly.
Um… I… want to be a wrestler because…
She clears her throat and looks up. Her voice shakes.
I want to be a wrestler to prove that I am the best. I want to win championships. To show everyone I belong here!
The trainer’s expression doesn’t change. He stares hard at Sierra for a while, who begins to squirm more and more with each passing second. Finally, he opens his mouth to speak.
Listen, Sierra. You got speed, you got some ability, but frankly, you’re still way too sloppy at the basics for me to be comfortable putting you on the show. I think you got some potential, but I just don’t see what I’m looking for in you right now. Go train a bit more. Come back in a year’s time and we’ll give it another shot. But right now, my answer is no.
Sierra looks down, dejected.
Right… I understand…
The trainer pats Sierra on the shoulder before walking back to his office, leaving the young Sierra to sadly walk out of the gym...
Once she makes her way home, showering and changing after her workout, she heads to her bedroom and flops onto her bed, starting up a playlist to cheer her up while staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers stuck to her ceiling. In a sad, quiet voice, she occasionally mumbles to herself…
Why do I want to do this…?
...
Saturday, May 2nd, 2009,
An eight-year-old Sierra, along with her best friend, Thomas Snow, hurries into the convention center. As fast as they can with Sierra’s father holding their hands while walking behind them.
Come on, Papa! We need to get good spots!!!
Sierra’s father chuckles as he struggles somewhat to keep up with the children.
Relax, mi hija. We have reserved seats!
I know but I still wanna get there fast so we can see everything!
How did you get such good seats, Mr. Esperanza??
With a cheeky smile, Sierra’s father answers.
Let’s just say papa knows someone… Now you two go sit down. I’ll go get us something to eat.
Okay, papa!
The kids quickly reach their seats, leaning on the barrier, and watching as ringside techs set up the ring. After a few minutes, Sierra’s father joins the children, handing them their food. But neither pays much attention, being too transfixed on the ring assembly in front of them. Already loving the show before it even starts.
When the show finally begins, Sierra and Thomas do not sit in their seats for one minute. The two children stick to the guardrail, watching in awe as the action unfolds. Every punch, every counter, every move makes the children jump. But both Sierra and Thomas watch wide-eyed, mouths agape when a wrestler takes to the top rope, flying and flipping through the air. The defiance of gravity leaves them speechless...
Then comes time for the main event.
Sierra is especially excited now. She bounces on her heels and toes in eager anticipation. She looks down at her shirt, a white t-shirt with a picture of a sparkly, silver wolf with the words “Viva La Plata” written in green, white, and red letters. Once she straightens her shirt out to the best of her ability, she turns to Thomas and her father.
Do you think he’s gonna win?? I think he will! I know he will!
I hope so!
Sierra’s father smiles.
I’m sure he’s going to try his absolute best for fans like you.
Sierra’s smile beams. Her subtle rocking turns into full-on excited hopping as she can barely contain her excitement. She lets out an excited squeal when the ring announcer begins to speak.
Ladies and gentlemen… This is your main event and it is for the DMCW World Heavyweight championship!
Sierra’s excitement managed to build even more when the music hit and a man wearing a purple and green, wolf-inspired mask bursts out of the curtain. He excitedly marches towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans around ringside. Sierra reaches her hand out as far as she could to try and high-five the masked man.
Introducing first, the challenger! From Guadalajara, Mexico… Lobo de Plata!
The Silver Wolf makes his way over to where Sierra is standing. And, to her surprise, he stops in front of her. He leans down to make eye to eye with the young girl, giving her a big smile before looking up to her father, gesturing to borrow the phone he’s using to take photos. Her dad hands the phone to him, and the masked man positions himself in between Sierra and Thomas and snaps a picture of the three of them before handing the phone back to her dad. Sierra, in her ecstatic excitement, barely catches sight of the two men subtly nodding to one another.
Sierra cries out in pure joy, so excited to get a photo with her favorite wrestler. Lobo de Plata smiles as he turns his attention back to the ring, sliding in and posing for the crowd before focusing on the match. His opponent, a seven-foot-tall man named Damian Simmons. He had been champion for over a year now, keeping a death-grip on the championship. Fans have been waiting for someone to dethrone him, and Sierra prayed her favorite would be the one to do so.
From the opening bell, Sierra and Thomas eagerly hang on the barricade, watching the two wrestlers battle it out. The giant uses his size and strength to keep his smaller opponent down, but the Silver Wolf uses his speed and high-flying ability to keep the big man on his toes.
The two go back and forth for a good while, causing sierra to lean further and further over the barrier, so transfixed on the action. So much so she would have fallen over a few times if not for her father holding onto her.
Finally, Simmons gets the upper hand. He hoists the luchador up for a powerbomb. Sierra covers her eyes, not wanting to see her hero defeated. But she opens them when the crowd bursts into cheers. She sees de Plata scrambling off his opponent’s shoulders onto the top rope. Simmons goes up to follow him but a few stiff shots knock him down to the mat.
Sierra watches on, her eyes sparkling with wonder as Lobo de Plata soars through the air, landing a Swanton bomb he calls “Silver Moon’s Song”. He goes for the cover and Sierra counts along as the referee makes the three count. Her mouth hangs open in awe as the bell rings, and her idol is announced the winner. She stays like that until the ring announcer speaks.
Here is your winner… AND NEW DMCW World Heavyweight champion… LOBO DE PLATA!!!
Once those words ring out through the arena, Sierra’s sparkling eyes overflow, dropping happy tears down her cheeks. She claps as hard as she can as she watches the masked man raise the championship high over his head, soaking in the deafening applause.
The three stay at their seats until the new champion finishes his celebration and returns backstage before making their way out to their car. As they walk, Sierra and Thomas excitedly share their favorite moments. Naturally, the conversation quickly turns to the main event.
I can’t believe he actually won!
Sierra responds, speaking a million words a second.
I can. He’s the best! I bet he’s gonna be champion forever! I wanna be just like Lobo de Plata when I grow up!
This goes on for the entire ride home. The two friends manage to fill the entire ride with their excited recollections.
Once they pull into the driveway of Sierra’s home, all three climbs out of the car. Once she exits, Sierra looks over to the driveway next door, where her neighbor, her father’s best friend, is standing, going through a bag in his car. He quickly covers something when he notices the child watching him.
Hola señor Cortez!
Ah, Hola pequeña. How was your show?
It was super awesome! We had front row seats and Lobo de Plata won the world championship!!!
Mr. Cortez wears a sly smile as he responds.
Oh, did he now?
Uh-huh! And guess what?? He even took a picture with Tommy and me!!!
Wow! That’s really lucky. Maybe he knew it was your birthday.
Sierra gasps as if she had never thought of this.
You think??
Maybe, who knows?
Sierra doesn’t notice the subtle nod shared between her father and her neighbor, nor their grins.
It was the best night ever! I wanna be just like Lobo de Plata when I grow up! I wanna be a super famous wrestler!
Me too!
Cortez lets out an amused laugh.
Well, I wish you the best of luck with that, mi amiga. I’ll be in your corner the whole way.
Gracias!!
How about I put these two to bed then you come over for a beer, how does that sound, Juan?
Sounds great, mi hermano…
…
June 30th, 2018,
Sierra and Thomas sit in a little corner of the arena, putting the final touches on their gear for their first match. Sierra laces up her boots while Thomas puts his elbow pads on.
So have you decided what your name is gonna be??
Thomas thinks for a second.
I think I’m just going to use my real name, to be honest. What about you?
Sierra takes even longer to think.
I… really don’t know…
Excuse me…
Sierra and Thomas turn to see a man walking towards them. He wears a black suit and a matching black, wolf-inspired mask. Lobo de Plata.
Sierra quickly stands to her feet, trying to respect the legend.
Hello, sir!
The Silver Wolf smiles. He speaks strangely as if trying to mask his real voice.
No need to be formal, we are on level ground, we are equals.
O-okay…
I hear you are having trouble finding a name?
Sierra nods nervously.
I think I can help. I want you to know a secret, Sierra. This will be my last night as a wrestler. And I’ve been looking for someone who could perhaps continue my legacy.
Sierra gives him a confused look.
Sierra, I would like you to carry on my legacy, but I would also like you to forge your own path. So how would you feel about… Sierra Silver?
Sierra’s eyes begin to sparkle just like they had when she was little, watching her hero win his championship. She smiles as she nods.
I-I would love to! Thank you so much…
Excelente! I know you will do great things, mi hija. Now you two go put on a show.
Sierra nods excitedly.
We will!
Thomas gets up from his seat and the two teenagers make their way towards the ring, leaving the legend Lobo de Plata to smile proudly at them.
Present-day,
Sierra Silver stands in what she calls her super-secret lair, in reality… it’s just her bedroom. Next to her, with his arms folded and wearing an evil grimace, is her manager Robert B. Goode.
Allow me to get right into it, Ms. LeClair. At Rebirth, Sierra is-
Goode is cut off by Sierra as she puts a hand on his arm. He looks at her, but she turns to face the camera. An uncharacteristically serious look on her face.
Y’know… A long time ago, I was asked why I wanted to be a wrestler. And… I wasn’t able to answer the question. And that drove me crazy! I knew this was what I wanted to do but I couldn’t explain why… I’ve been kept awake at night trying to figure it out. But then, when I was announced as the challenger for the Sin World championship, I started thinking about when I was watching a show as a kid. Watching my all-time favorite wrestler finally winning the world title… And it finally hit me.
Why I do this, why I wrestle… it’s the same reason I fell in love with the sport in the first place. I love this business because of all the amazing things I watched when I was little. Watching my favorites perform all these awe-inspiring moves… it just made me so happy… I wanted others to feel what I was feeling. I want to make kids smile, I want to make them happy. I wanna make them forget about the things that bother them for a little while and just enjoy the fun that wrestling is!
Sure, championships are fun, the money and fame are super cool… But if I could make one child smile… If I could spark their imagination as Lobo de Plata did for me, then it will all be worth it.
It’s not only why I‘m a wrestler, but it’s why I’ve never given up on my dream despite being knocked down time and time again. I’m going to keep getting up and trying again no matter how much I fail. Not because I want to be successful, but because I want to show kids that achieving their dreams is possible. I want them to feel the same joy I felt watching my favorite wrestlers when I was little.
So, Chelsea, that’s why I am after your title. I want to win that championship, not so much because I want to be a champion, but because I want to do the same thing for the kids in the crowd that Lobo de Plata did for me. I want to show them that you can achieve anything you set your mind to! And Chelsea, I have set my mind on this for a long time. I have worked my booty off to get in this position and I assure you I am not going to stop when I’m this close! I like you and I hope we can be friends after the match, but I need to win this match.
Sierra exhales, finally breathing after her rant. She pats Goode on the shoulder again.
Very good, Sierra. Thank you for that. I’ll take it from here.
Goode smiles an evil smile.
Ms. LeClair… First of all, let me congratulate you on such a lengthy title reign. I’ve noticed that, here in Revolution One, it isn’t easy to hold onto a championship while surrounded by such immense talent. However, you seem to have been able to fend off every challenger that steps in your path...
At least… I should be saying you’ve fended off all comers, trying to wrest that gold from around your waist. But the fact is, you haven’t done anything to deserve it. In fact, you have done everything in your power to avoid defending your title. You would rather stay out of the ring than defend that title with the pride it deserves. That is why Sierra winning the championship is best for everyone involved. Tuesday Night Sin will have a champion they can be proud of, a champion who will be proud to represent the brand. A champion who, quite frankly, will be better than you.
You and Sierra are actually quite similar. Both placed into a tag-team early in your careers, breaking out on your own and finding singles success, there’s really only one difference…
You, Ms. LeClair, do not look to improve yourself. You don’t work to get better. Sierra is constantly working. Constantly pushing herself to be the very best she can be. Sure, she is silly. She plays around, some may say more than she should. But the fact is that, between those ropes, she is as serious as they come. You heard her, she is not fighting just for herself. She is fighting for all of those who have supported her through absolutely everything that has stood in her way.
Can you say the same? What is it you’re fighting for? Aside from boosting your own resume, I mean. Everyone must stand for something. Have a reason why you’re fighting. Sierra has her’s, do you have yours? Do you have anyone in your corner? Anyone can say they are for the people, but actions speak louder than words, and you? It’s clear you are only doing this for fame, for notoriety. Always working to be in front of the camera, needing to be seen at all times. Sure, you can claim you’re committed to feeding the homeless when the paparazzi are out. But when the cameras go off and you’re sitting there on your phone, tweeting about how generous you are...
You, Chelsea, are a fake. Sierra is the real deal. Sierra is a person who will give her last dime so someone can eat, whether there is anyone around to document it or not.
To wrap everything up, Ms. LeClair… You are no paper champion, but you are not a champion of the people either. Your kingdom will fall at the hands of Sierra, and her reign of evil will begin.
Do not feel bad, Ms. LeClair. This was inevitable. You just happened to have the misfortune of being the outgoing champion. It is nothing personal. Simply business...
That’s right, Chelsea. I respect you and everything you’ve done while champion… But I need to win this match. I need to be champion. I need to beat you. And I’m going to. I just hope we can be friends afterwards.
A small smile crosses Sierra’s face.
But until then, I want to wish you luck. I mean that. Good luck!
Sierra waves as the video comes to an end.
Sierra stands in the ring of DMCW, the biggest wrestling promotion in Des Moines. She stands across from the head trainer, his arms folded. Sierra looks nervous, he looks annoyed.
All right, kid. You got a look, but you’re still pretty green. Let’s see how you talk.
O-okay…
Real simple. Tell me why you want to be a wrestler.
Worry crosses Sierra’s face as she looks down, searching within herself. She speaks quietly.
Um… I… want to be a wrestler because…
She clears her throat and looks up. Her voice shakes.
I want to be a wrestler to prove that I am the best. I want to win championships. To show everyone I belong here!
The trainer’s expression doesn’t change. He stares hard at Sierra for a while, who begins to squirm more and more with each passing second. Finally, he opens his mouth to speak.
Listen, Sierra. You got speed, you got some ability, but frankly, you’re still way too sloppy at the basics for me to be comfortable putting you on the show. I think you got some potential, but I just don’t see what I’m looking for in you right now. Go train a bit more. Come back in a year’s time and we’ll give it another shot. But right now, my answer is no.
Sierra looks down, dejected.
Right… I understand…
The trainer pats Sierra on the shoulder before walking back to his office, leaving the young Sierra to sadly walk out of the gym...
Once she makes her way home, showering and changing after her workout, she heads to her bedroom and flops onto her bed, starting up a playlist to cheer her up while staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers stuck to her ceiling. In a sad, quiet voice, she occasionally mumbles to herself…
Why do I want to do this…?
...
Saturday, May 2nd, 2009,
An eight-year-old Sierra, along with her best friend, Thomas Snow, hurries into the convention center. As fast as they can with Sierra’s father holding their hands while walking behind them.
Come on, Papa! We need to get good spots!!!
Sierra’s father chuckles as he struggles somewhat to keep up with the children.
Relax, mi hija. We have reserved seats!
I know but I still wanna get there fast so we can see everything!
How did you get such good seats, Mr. Esperanza??
With a cheeky smile, Sierra’s father answers.
Let’s just say papa knows someone… Now you two go sit down. I’ll go get us something to eat.
Okay, papa!
The kids quickly reach their seats, leaning on the barrier, and watching as ringside techs set up the ring. After a few minutes, Sierra’s father joins the children, handing them their food. But neither pays much attention, being too transfixed on the ring assembly in front of them. Already loving the show before it even starts.
When the show finally begins, Sierra and Thomas do not sit in their seats for one minute. The two children stick to the guardrail, watching in awe as the action unfolds. Every punch, every counter, every move makes the children jump. But both Sierra and Thomas watch wide-eyed, mouths agape when a wrestler takes to the top rope, flying and flipping through the air. The defiance of gravity leaves them speechless...
Then comes time for the main event.
Sierra is especially excited now. She bounces on her heels and toes in eager anticipation. She looks down at her shirt, a white t-shirt with a picture of a sparkly, silver wolf with the words “Viva La Plata” written in green, white, and red letters. Once she straightens her shirt out to the best of her ability, she turns to Thomas and her father.
Do you think he’s gonna win?? I think he will! I know he will!
I hope so!
Sierra’s father smiles.
I’m sure he’s going to try his absolute best for fans like you.
Sierra’s smile beams. Her subtle rocking turns into full-on excited hopping as she can barely contain her excitement. She lets out an excited squeal when the ring announcer begins to speak.
Ladies and gentlemen… This is your main event and it is for the DMCW World Heavyweight championship!
Sierra’s excitement managed to build even more when the music hit and a man wearing a purple and green, wolf-inspired mask bursts out of the curtain. He excitedly marches towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans around ringside. Sierra reaches her hand out as far as she could to try and high-five the masked man.
Introducing first, the challenger! From Guadalajara, Mexico… Lobo de Plata!
The Silver Wolf makes his way over to where Sierra is standing. And, to her surprise, he stops in front of her. He leans down to make eye to eye with the young girl, giving her a big smile before looking up to her father, gesturing to borrow the phone he’s using to take photos. Her dad hands the phone to him, and the masked man positions himself in between Sierra and Thomas and snaps a picture of the three of them before handing the phone back to her dad. Sierra, in her ecstatic excitement, barely catches sight of the two men subtly nodding to one another.
Sierra cries out in pure joy, so excited to get a photo with her favorite wrestler. Lobo de Plata smiles as he turns his attention back to the ring, sliding in and posing for the crowd before focusing on the match. His opponent, a seven-foot-tall man named Damian Simmons. He had been champion for over a year now, keeping a death-grip on the championship. Fans have been waiting for someone to dethrone him, and Sierra prayed her favorite would be the one to do so.
From the opening bell, Sierra and Thomas eagerly hang on the barricade, watching the two wrestlers battle it out. The giant uses his size and strength to keep his smaller opponent down, but the Silver Wolf uses his speed and high-flying ability to keep the big man on his toes.
The two go back and forth for a good while, causing sierra to lean further and further over the barrier, so transfixed on the action. So much so she would have fallen over a few times if not for her father holding onto her.
Finally, Simmons gets the upper hand. He hoists the luchador up for a powerbomb. Sierra covers her eyes, not wanting to see her hero defeated. But she opens them when the crowd bursts into cheers. She sees de Plata scrambling off his opponent’s shoulders onto the top rope. Simmons goes up to follow him but a few stiff shots knock him down to the mat.
Sierra watches on, her eyes sparkling with wonder as Lobo de Plata soars through the air, landing a Swanton bomb he calls “Silver Moon’s Song”. He goes for the cover and Sierra counts along as the referee makes the three count. Her mouth hangs open in awe as the bell rings, and her idol is announced the winner. She stays like that until the ring announcer speaks.
Here is your winner… AND NEW DMCW World Heavyweight champion… LOBO DE PLATA!!!
Once those words ring out through the arena, Sierra’s sparkling eyes overflow, dropping happy tears down her cheeks. She claps as hard as she can as she watches the masked man raise the championship high over his head, soaking in the deafening applause.
The three stay at their seats until the new champion finishes his celebration and returns backstage before making their way out to their car. As they walk, Sierra and Thomas excitedly share their favorite moments. Naturally, the conversation quickly turns to the main event.
I can’t believe he actually won!
Sierra responds, speaking a million words a second.
I can. He’s the best! I bet he’s gonna be champion forever! I wanna be just like Lobo de Plata when I grow up!
This goes on for the entire ride home. The two friends manage to fill the entire ride with their excited recollections.
Once they pull into the driveway of Sierra’s home, all three climbs out of the car. Once she exits, Sierra looks over to the driveway next door, where her neighbor, her father’s best friend, is standing, going through a bag in his car. He quickly covers something when he notices the child watching him.
Hola señor Cortez!
Ah, Hola pequeña. How was your show?
It was super awesome! We had front row seats and Lobo de Plata won the world championship!!!
Mr. Cortez wears a sly smile as he responds.
Oh, did he now?
Uh-huh! And guess what?? He even took a picture with Tommy and me!!!
Wow! That’s really lucky. Maybe he knew it was your birthday.
Sierra gasps as if she had never thought of this.
You think??
Maybe, who knows?
Sierra doesn’t notice the subtle nod shared between her father and her neighbor, nor their grins.
It was the best night ever! I wanna be just like Lobo de Plata when I grow up! I wanna be a super famous wrestler!
Me too!
Cortez lets out an amused laugh.
Well, I wish you the best of luck with that, mi amiga. I’ll be in your corner the whole way.
Gracias!!
How about I put these two to bed then you come over for a beer, how does that sound, Juan?
Sounds great, mi hermano…
…
June 30th, 2018,
Sierra and Thomas sit in a little corner of the arena, putting the final touches on their gear for their first match. Sierra laces up her boots while Thomas puts his elbow pads on.
So have you decided what your name is gonna be??
Thomas thinks for a second.
I think I’m just going to use my real name, to be honest. What about you?
Sierra takes even longer to think.
I… really don’t know…
Excuse me…
Sierra and Thomas turn to see a man walking towards them. He wears a black suit and a matching black, wolf-inspired mask. Lobo de Plata.
Sierra quickly stands to her feet, trying to respect the legend.
Hello, sir!
The Silver Wolf smiles. He speaks strangely as if trying to mask his real voice.
No need to be formal, we are on level ground, we are equals.
O-okay…
I hear you are having trouble finding a name?
Sierra nods nervously.
I think I can help. I want you to know a secret, Sierra. This will be my last night as a wrestler. And I’ve been looking for someone who could perhaps continue my legacy.
Sierra gives him a confused look.
Sierra, I would like you to carry on my legacy, but I would also like you to forge your own path. So how would you feel about… Sierra Silver?
Sierra’s eyes begin to sparkle just like they had when she was little, watching her hero win his championship. She smiles as she nods.
I-I would love to! Thank you so much…
Excelente! I know you will do great things, mi hija. Now you two go put on a show.
Sierra nods excitedly.
We will!
Thomas gets up from his seat and the two teenagers make their way towards the ring, leaving the legend Lobo de Plata to smile proudly at them.
Present-day,
Sierra Silver stands in what she calls her super-secret lair, in reality… it’s just her bedroom. Next to her, with his arms folded and wearing an evil grimace, is her manager Robert B. Goode.
Allow me to get right into it, Ms. LeClair. At Rebirth, Sierra is-
Goode is cut off by Sierra as she puts a hand on his arm. He looks at her, but she turns to face the camera. An uncharacteristically serious look on her face.
Y’know… A long time ago, I was asked why I wanted to be a wrestler. And… I wasn’t able to answer the question. And that drove me crazy! I knew this was what I wanted to do but I couldn’t explain why… I’ve been kept awake at night trying to figure it out. But then, when I was announced as the challenger for the Sin World championship, I started thinking about when I was watching a show as a kid. Watching my all-time favorite wrestler finally winning the world title… And it finally hit me.
Why I do this, why I wrestle… it’s the same reason I fell in love with the sport in the first place. I love this business because of all the amazing things I watched when I was little. Watching my favorites perform all these awe-inspiring moves… it just made me so happy… I wanted others to feel what I was feeling. I want to make kids smile, I want to make them happy. I wanna make them forget about the things that bother them for a little while and just enjoy the fun that wrestling is!
Sure, championships are fun, the money and fame are super cool… But if I could make one child smile… If I could spark their imagination as Lobo de Plata did for me, then it will all be worth it.
It’s not only why I‘m a wrestler, but it’s why I’ve never given up on my dream despite being knocked down time and time again. I’m going to keep getting up and trying again no matter how much I fail. Not because I want to be successful, but because I want to show kids that achieving their dreams is possible. I want them to feel the same joy I felt watching my favorite wrestlers when I was little.
So, Chelsea, that’s why I am after your title. I want to win that championship, not so much because I want to be a champion, but because I want to do the same thing for the kids in the crowd that Lobo de Plata did for me. I want to show them that you can achieve anything you set your mind to! And Chelsea, I have set my mind on this for a long time. I have worked my booty off to get in this position and I assure you I am not going to stop when I’m this close! I like you and I hope we can be friends after the match, but I need to win this match.
Sierra exhales, finally breathing after her rant. She pats Goode on the shoulder again.
Very good, Sierra. Thank you for that. I’ll take it from here.
Goode smiles an evil smile.
Ms. LeClair… First of all, let me congratulate you on such a lengthy title reign. I’ve noticed that, here in Revolution One, it isn’t easy to hold onto a championship while surrounded by such immense talent. However, you seem to have been able to fend off every challenger that steps in your path...
At least… I should be saying you’ve fended off all comers, trying to wrest that gold from around your waist. But the fact is, you haven’t done anything to deserve it. In fact, you have done everything in your power to avoid defending your title. You would rather stay out of the ring than defend that title with the pride it deserves. That is why Sierra winning the championship is best for everyone involved. Tuesday Night Sin will have a champion they can be proud of, a champion who will be proud to represent the brand. A champion who, quite frankly, will be better than you.
You and Sierra are actually quite similar. Both placed into a tag-team early in your careers, breaking out on your own and finding singles success, there’s really only one difference…
You, Ms. LeClair, do not look to improve yourself. You don’t work to get better. Sierra is constantly working. Constantly pushing herself to be the very best she can be. Sure, she is silly. She plays around, some may say more than she should. But the fact is that, between those ropes, she is as serious as they come. You heard her, she is not fighting just for herself. She is fighting for all of those who have supported her through absolutely everything that has stood in her way.
Can you say the same? What is it you’re fighting for? Aside from boosting your own resume, I mean. Everyone must stand for something. Have a reason why you’re fighting. Sierra has her’s, do you have yours? Do you have anyone in your corner? Anyone can say they are for the people, but actions speak louder than words, and you? It’s clear you are only doing this for fame, for notoriety. Always working to be in front of the camera, needing to be seen at all times. Sure, you can claim you’re committed to feeding the homeless when the paparazzi are out. But when the cameras go off and you’re sitting there on your phone, tweeting about how generous you are...
You, Chelsea, are a fake. Sierra is the real deal. Sierra is a person who will give her last dime so someone can eat, whether there is anyone around to document it or not.
To wrap everything up, Ms. LeClair… You are no paper champion, but you are not a champion of the people either. Your kingdom will fall at the hands of Sierra, and her reign of evil will begin.
Do not feel bad, Ms. LeClair. This was inevitable. You just happened to have the misfortune of being the outgoing champion. It is nothing personal. Simply business...
That’s right, Chelsea. I respect you and everything you’ve done while champion… But I need to win this match. I need to be champion. I need to beat you. And I’m going to. I just hope we can be friends afterwards.
A small smile crosses Sierra’s face.
But until then, I want to wish you luck. I mean that. Good luck!
Sierra waves as the video comes to an end.