Bright white lights fill the Las Vegas sky, the weather is calm not a wind blowing and night has fallen. On the streets, you can see people flooding around the strip. Residents enjoying a night out on the town with families, or spending some time alone gambling away their troubles. Vacationers fill the Casino's with their fat pockets hoping to catch a break and win the big one. However, this isn't about them.
The scene switches from the streets of Las Vegas, into a more residential side of town. The quiet side I guess you could call it. We find ourselves standing at the end of a long driveway, closed in by a chain link fence, barbed wire across the top of it and closed with a wrought iron gate. Patrolling the yard were two large doberman dogs, both of them having their ears cropped and solid mass bodies. One of the dogs was wearing a pink collar around its neck and a red rabies tag as well as a dog bone shaped tag, likely with her name and address on it. The other dogs blue collar consisted of the same things.
The yard is well kept, grass green and flowers were plentiful. Up the driveway we went and as we reached the top of the driveway, two vehicles were visible. One being a white Mercedes car and the other being the large black Lincoln Navigator. Moving forward up the stairs in front of the home, the camera man stuck his arm out and pushed the door open.
Stepping inside the large lavish home, the camera man was in awe. For a woman who hadn't been in the business long, she sure did live large. The home was very well clean and if ever one could wish there was such a thing as smell-o-vision you wish you had it now, as the home was filled with the smell of baking cookies. Its very obvious that she loves the sweets.
Coming down a staircase, dressed in a pair of turquoise blue velour pants, a white ribbed tank top and a matching turquoise blue velour jacket. Her long brown hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and sitting at the top of her head and bouncing as she took her steps. The cell phone in her hand was pressed firmly against her ear as she laughed and spoke on it.
Right. But yeah, I finally found a promotion that looked promising AND here I don't have to be stuck in her shadow, I can step out on my own and be myself. I wont be compared to her which frankly, I hated. That bitch had nothing on me and to constantly have to run around and justify myself, saying how I was nothing like Kaylyn was starting to get on my nerves.
She paused to listen to the person on the other line as she stood in the hall. A smirk crossing her perfectly made up face as she listened in.
Okay honey, yeah you better get the little guy ready. Alright, see ya soon. Bye Bye.
Removing the cell phone from her ear, she pressed the talk button shutting the phone off. Sliding the phone into the pocket of her jacket she walked around the staircase and down into the living room below. Following behind, the camera picked up site of the beautiful white lush carpet on the floor that had ne'er a site of dirt on it at all. In the center of the room across that white carpet was a large area rug that wore the decoration of Leopard print and sitting in the center of that was a long, rectangular coffee table. Behind that coffee table sat a long, black leather sofa that had Leopard printed pillows in each corner.
She moved across the carpet, making her way over towards that black sofa and as she approached it, she sat down, curling one leg underneath her body as she relaxed, nearly sinking into that sofa. A sigh escaping her lungs as she leaned her head back against the couch. Reopening her eyes, she looked into the camera and that smirk crossed her features once more.
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Lola O'neal. I am short but my temper is shorter. Do not test me, I will not pass neither will you. Just because I am a woman does not mean that I am dumb, I am more than likely ten times smarter than you and your friends. I talk big but I always back it up. There is no challenge I wont accept. I am a fighter and I wont ever back down. If you have something to say to me, say it to my face, don't run around behind my back like a little twit thinking I wont find out because I will I always do! I am a girly-girl, but I can throw-down like a man. I like Diamonds, name brand clothing and handbags, but I do not need you to buy them for me, I can do it myself. I am independent and don't need any one to look out for me. I am me and whether you like it or not, I am not going anywhere!
I came into the business differently than the majority of you, I'm sure. I didn't choose this as a career you could say. I came to find and love this business while trying to reconnect with a step-sister I have. Long story shortened, when I was younger my father lied to me and told me my mother died while giving birth to me and then three years ago, he informed me that she hadn't died that he in fact had raped her and she gave me up to him but that I had a sister. Some weird Jerry Springer shit right? I know.
Needless to say, I spent the better part of two years trying to find my sister and she was a professional wrestler, but don't let that fool you into thinking that those years were spent learning nothing about the business as well. I knew that the best way to reconnect with her was to LEARN the business and I did. I busted my ass everyday of those two years, training and learning everything there is to know. I've even taught myself a few fancy moves, which you'll just have to wait and see.
Earlier today, I got a text on my phone from the big wigs around here, telling me that I would be having my debut match this week on Adrenaline, and that I would be facing someone else who is relatively new as well. Doesn't sound so bad right?
She chuckled a bit as she pressed the palms of her hands into the couch, scooting her bottom back and getting a bit more comfortable on that couch. She reached forward, her hand grasping hold of the water bottle that sat on the table as she unscrewed the top and brought it up to her lips, allowing the liquid in the bottle to pour into her mouth as she swallowed it down. Returning the cap to the bottle she returned it to its place on the table.
Facing off against someone who is making their debut as well as I, I admit, its a little hard. I mean, I have never seen her in action, I've never heard her speak a word and yet I still have this tiny bit of fear deep down in the pit of my stomach. And by fear, I don't mean that I am afraid of stepping into the ring with her, its just one of those 'fear of the unknown' things. I can't even say that we are going to be face to face in the ring, because as most women are, she is taller than I.. its going to be more like, face to chest or something.
Exotica Laventez Rodriguez, thats quite the long name you've got going for you. I'm not familiar with you, nor you with me. However, I do want to make the point clear that I am not here to make friends. I am here because I've found the passion that the sport holds. Being in the ring is one of the best ways that I've ever found to release my stress and I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoy it. I'm cocky, Exotica but I back up every word I say. I don't like to beat around the bush, so when I have something on my mind? You will hear about it. I don't care about hurting your feelings. You are the least of my worries. I worry about Lola nobody else!
She smiled devilishly before leaning forward on the couch.
I'm ready for you, Exotica. I'm going to be there, ready and willing to beat you down and show every one that I'm not just talk. I'm going to make you wish that you had waited just a little bit longer to come into this company, and I'm going to make sure you never forget my name, my face or the ridiculously bad beating I'm going to put on you. I'm not making threats, I'm not trying to be rude but at the same time, like I've stated before, I am not trying to make friends. As far as I'm concerned, I know nothing about you and you could be the sweetest thing in the world, but as of right now, you are the enemy and will be treated as so. There is no way I'm going to even let you try and get over on me. As weird as this may sound, I know I have more to prove in this match than you do, this could easily be a cakewalk for you because of the size difference between us but I promise you I wont let that happen. I can't let that happen. I will walk into ring with the record of zero and zero, but I will walk out of there one and zero, and yes, you can bet on that!
Lola moved her well-manicured hand forward, sliding it over the lens of the camera causing the cameras to fade out to black and the scene to end..for now.