HWA Message Board: This Is Some Bullshit…But I’m Cool!

Sarah was on the road coming down the 110 Fwy from lunch at San Laurel with a couple of old friends she hadn’t seen in a while. The meal was great, drinks were good too although she only had one because she wanted to maintain form and the integrity of her routine, besides that she never really had more than two anyway, just wasn’t her thing overall. Her phone rang and “Eve” appeared on the Caller ID on her dashboard and brought a smile to her face. She pressed the screen in the car to accept the call.

(Sarah): Girl, what’s up?

(Eve): You know, kicking boy’s butts.

(Sarah): Shit, I’m trying to do the same.

(Eve): I know that’s right.

(Sarah): I’m still gonna keep saying it, but you know how proud I am of you. My girl bounced back strong.

(Eve): Not as proud as I am of you, but that’s actually why I called. Guess who phoned me?

(Sarah): Who? Was it Jennifer? Tell that trifling bitch…

(Eve): Ugh, Please….nobody’s seen or heard from her in a year. No….Stu-E Price gave me a call asking all about you.

Sarah scrunches her face up in confusion.

(Sarah): Stu-E? About me what? Why?

(Eve): He just wanted to know what kind of person you were, get a feel for who he was teaming with at this Havoc you guys have going on.

(Sarah): Oh really?

Eve continues detailing her conversation with Stu-E.

(Sarah): MmHm!

(Eve): Yeah, nothing much else…why? You sound mad. I just told him how talented you were and how much potential you have, all true things of course.

(Sarah): No, it’s not that. Actually, lemme get back with you I need to make a call right quick.

(Eve): No problem, and hey….get your ass down her sometime in the next month before you get rusty. You’ve only been once since the Olympics.

(Sarah): I know…girl you know how the holiday’s get.

(Eve): I know, anyway….I’ll see you soon.

(Sarah): Alrighty, bye!

Sarah continued her drive but made a slight deviation. Instead of her phone all or going home she headed West on the 10 freeway to the Academy. When she arrived, she marched in, headed to the locker room to her locker and changed. Over the next hour she found herself punching, kicking and deadlifting punching bags until she was drenched in sweat.

Others had reserved this particular room, but once they got to the door the sounds of her grunting, and muttering loudly backed them off. Clearly she was upset about something and the bag was taking the punishment. The impromptu workout had done little to alleviate her frustrations.

(Sarah): Screw it!

She grabbed her phone, started the HWA app and recorded a message.

(Sarah): You know what….I’ve been called a bitch before for no reason. I’ve had someone call me a “######” to my face at Starbucks. I’ve been turned down for jobs I was highly qualified for because I’m a woman. I had Maniac try to run me over and put my face to the ground. That shit is just bigotry and people being plain ole assholes….that kind of bullshit…I get it.

What I don’t get is working with someone for almost two years, and them calling not me…but a friend of mine to basically ask “Who is she?” Stu-E there’s being insulted, and there’s being insulted, and I would think Mr. World Champion that you’d have known more than my name at this point.

She paces the floor back and forth.

(Sarah): You know I’m sorry you were “thrown into this tag match” with me. That’s what Eve told me you said. I’m sorry you took too long to decide and had to take the slim pickings because everybody else got picked. After two years….You wanna know who I am Stu-E? You wanna know what I’m about? Fine! But I’m not gonna tell you, I’m gonna show you at Havoc….and after we win…I bet you don’t have any more questions.

Sarah immediately ends and transmits the video as the scene fades to black.