Testing Out the New Girl (Shelby)

[Jennifer Drew]

LockUP! Meant Jennifer Drew now and the “Free Spirit” was there in force making here entrance as “Strawberry Gashes” plays throughout the arena. She sauntered down to the ring in her old t-shirt, black jeans and hoodie with a big smile on her face doing most of her usual routine before climbing into the ring with a microphone in hand.

GCW LockUP!, what’s going on?

She looks around milking the easy cheers for as much as they were worth.

Well Jennifer Drew’s doing great. See I got over the humiliation of being placed in a ring opposite Jean Bordeux and I got over my uh, injury from that match.

She coyly looks down for a moment assuming everyone who saw the match got the idea.

But then things got even better. You see, a couple days ago I showed up at the arena and someone told me Jenny go get dressed you’ve got Angel Storm. Imagine if one of you got hit with that an hour before it happened, you’d probably be on your way back to the parking lot. Don’t kid yourself that woman is strong, she’s mean and she’s a fifteen foot fire-breathing monster if she’s an inch. Vicious? Yeah. But I stood face to face with her and your hero got the one, two, three this round.

She hangs on those last two words for a moment. The fans seemed to love the possibility of another all out slugfest between the two. But the words “your hero” seemed to raise a few eyebrows. Jennifer circles the ring a little waiting for the noise to die down.

And as I was standing there in the middle of the ring with my arm up either I got knocked loopy or I started imagining the possibilities. Probably both, but that’s for the doctors to decide. The point is I realized what could happen. I could do it all over again. I could go get my hair done, buy an evening gown and some new shoes and start acting like some spoiled rich girl and be your number one Debutante. We can have a ball and everything.

Clearly Jennifer’s been thinking A LOT about this. Knowing Jen, probably an unhealthy amount. Preparations were probably already being made. She stops herself and gets a little more serious.

But then I realized I’m not going to get there just by saying I’m going to get there, I’m going to have to break some Debutante face until someone gets the message. And I know one woman who’s been making some waves. Someone who’s already done something I never could by beating Jessie Blair. I think she knows who she is. Come on out, we’re going to chat.

Disturbingly polite about the whole process, as usual, Jennifer sits on the middle rope facing the ring ramp and waves her hand inviting the woman in question, Shelby Steele down to the ring.

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby was backstage, enjoying herself with some freetime as she watched Jennifer Drew start up a promo. The week before Shelby had beaten two competitors that she's never faced before, and apparently one of them had quite the record of beating people up. When she heard her name, she smiled, and pulled herself off the chair she was sitting in. Someone wanted a piece of Shelby's fortune, and that person happened to be Jennifer Drew.

Her music goes across the stadium as she graces her way through the entrance curtains. She wasn't in wrestling gear mind you, but basically her "street wear," a grey t-shirt with her high school logo, with blue jeans, and a sweater tied across her waist. The crowd was still uncertain on how to treat Steele as she asked for a mic, and began to speak.

"So, you want to be a hero Jennifer?" she began, walking towards the ring, "A person these people can look up too, and cheer for? Well, I've kept my tabs on you, I've watched your career sprout into what you have now, but I can tell you one thing, you're not any damn hero." She was now at the steps of the ring, and was climbing them, "A hero saves people Jennifer, a hero doesn't put the people off in order to get their hair done, or to get a nice pair of shoes to go with that ever-so-gorgeous gown after one 'high-profile' victory against a vicious Angel Storm. In fact, I might even say your victory last week was merely a stroke of luck."

Shelby was now in the ring, and she let out a breath before continuing, "You see, I watched that match, and Angel Storm had your number. She was practically all over you in that match, the fact that you still happened to pull a victory boggles even the most dense of minds. Maybe you have the golden toe, hell, if you have the toe, you need a superhero name to go with it." She checks Jennifer Drew from top to bottom, "The Giant Stub. You see, you're rather giant," Shelby puts her hands up under her own breasts, to tell the crowd that she's talking about Drew's, "And you're just as annoying as when someone stubs their toe on the hallway dryer; screaming and whining about the darnedest little thing. One little victory is nothing to grow an ego over Jenny."

[Jennifer Drew]

Jennifer narrows her eyes and looks disappointed.

Really, we’re going to do this? I can’t just invite someone out to the ring without it degenerating into name-calling? Come on, I thought we were better people than this, I but hey whatever. I can deal.

You’re right, you don’t grow an ego over one win, you have to cultivate it over years and years if you’re serious about it but that’s not the point. I can’t go on and on about this win but I think I’d better get myself another one, hadn’t I? Yeah, against someone who’s already starting to make something of herself. I’ve been paying attention too Shelby you’ve taken out someone from the other show, you beat Kelly Monarch and maybe your plans aren’t as elaborate, and let’s face it, insane as mine, you don’t want to stop.

You see where I’m going with this?

So here’s how this is going to go, you and me one on one, LockUP! It’ll be easy for you since I got so lucky, right?

Jennifer moves in close and looks her in the eye, almost daring her to answer that one.

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby begins to laugh, "Degenerate name calling, eh?" She then looks away from Jennifer's serious look, as the crowd begins to grow anxious, "I have to say Stubby, you do have a point. After my victory over Jessie Blair at the pay-per-view two weeks ago I began to feel the vibe of place. I was unsure of myself, not sure where I wanted to go with this newfound wave of excitement. You see, I never wrestled in-front of a crowd that large before, even if I did happen to get scheduled for an action-packed twenty-three minute intermission, I began to fall in love with this business again." She begins to pace around the ring, "Then after my victory over Kelly Monarch, it sealed the deal. I finally realized that I'm here for a reason, here to give these fans what they came for." She then stopped pacing about the ring, and gave Jennifer a cold stare, "Too kick that gigantic ass of yours, and knock people like you back into that cold reality." The crowd began to fall behind Shelby, not a lot, but a slow cheer began to rise from the crowd.

"You see, you aren't that good Jennifer, you can only kick so many people in the face before they grow tired of you, before you suddenly become that forgotten stint in wrestling history." She then walked up to Jennifer, and looked straight into her face, "And you're right. Just as insane as it sounds, I don't want to stop riding this wave. Maybe I've had my little stroke of luck lately, as have you, but I know for a fact that you won't need to use luck as an excuse for when I beat you."

She smiled at her own comments, maybe she was growing her own little ego, but what she said sure did sound pretty cool.

[Jennifer Drew]

She just shakes her head and smiles along with her.

Do you know how many people have said that about me in the last few years? Wanna guess how many of them were right?

She holds up the zero hand signal to a somewhat mixed reaction. They hadn’t quite turned on Jennifer, but it was clear everyone was starting to appreciate this Shelby Steele character. Maybe a little too much for Jen’s liking as she moves on with her tirade.

Ask anyone who’s been in the big leagues longer than a cup of coffee, you know someone who wouldn’t put “Wrestled during a bathroom break” on their resume, they’ll tell you. “Cold reality” is that I’ve been kicking people in the face and much, much more for a long time now and I don’t think anyone’s going to forget about me any time soon. Yeah, you’re right, luck’s out of the equation, so at LockUP! May the best woman,

She holds her hand out and points to herself from a long enough distance for it to count as a neutral third party.

Win. But I think things are going to look real different when you’re in the ring against this “gigantic ass.”

She lets her microphone fall to the ground as she steps through the middle ring and backs up the ramp keeping one eye on her opponent the whole time.

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby shrugs as Jennifer leaves the ring. Leaving already? It was just about to get fun. Not turning her back towards Jennifer, she begins to play with the crowd, "Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls I apologize for the view you're going to get later tonight. Those of you in the cheap seats, I'll fully understand if you decided not to use your binoculars when our match starts, because well...I'm afraid the view tonight is not going to look pretty with all the jiggling that's going to take place whenever my friend here decides to run her way across the ring. Let's just hope she shaved today, because the last thing you want to see is a hairy ass eating your faces as she feeds me some high kicks, fully exposing herself." Shelby begins to close her eyes just thinking of the image, "Damn, I shouldn't have made the view so vivid, I'm sorry." She begins to laugh, and then turns her attention towards Jennifer once more. "Anyways, kicking your ass shouldn't be a problem tonight Jennifer, I thank your eating habits for making the target just that bit easier to hit." She then pauses as she stretches her arms out allowing the fans to react before continuing, "Kidding aside, our match tonight should be a thriller, a contrast of styles. Proving to you, and the people watching us, that I'm the better wrestler shouldn't be a problem, for even if you do manage to pull a victory tonight, I doubt you could even pull a perfect-plex."

She then drops the mic, and watches as Jennifer heads towards the entrance ramp.