The Ultimate Clarity (Jenny Drew)

[Shelby Danes]

The show opens with Shelby standing in the middle of the ring, mic in hand, and giving the camera a silent kiss as she proceeds to get a little something off her chest. "I'm pretty sure all of you know my name already, so I doubt any of you need to hear my theme music, or have to sit through another Shelby Steele introduction, so I'm going to cut right to the chase." The crowd, rather uncertain on how to treat Shelby, seems to be split in two, one half for, and the other against. "You know, there's something about management around here, that, well, somewhat pisses me off. You see, last month, I got pulled into the Debutante Tournament, without any prior knowledge. Of course, I wouldn't say I wasn't prepared, I gave you guys a good showing regardless, but for the second month in a row I get another strip of paper as I entered the building, and it reads this."

Shelby pulls out the strip of paper, putting on her best impression of Kimberly Masters. "To whom it may concern, I, the lovely, and powerful Kimberly Masters have come upon a decision regarding the triple threat match between Lessien Melwasul, Veranica Styles, and until now, an undecided third opponent. Well, your lovely LockUP General Manager has come upon a decision. The victor of the match between the overly flamboyant Jennifer Drew, and the absolutely marvelous Shelby Steele, will be placed into said triple threat match for the GCW Debutante Title.

Good luck ladies, hugs and kisses, Kimberly Masters."

Allowing the crowd to react, Shelby shrugs, and throws the paper in the crowd, "Okay, I admit, I embellished the memo a bit but that's the beside the point. The fact is, it looks like Jenny and I putting on our own mini-Debutante Tournament which only involves two matches; and because of this, I felt like last month's tournament, Jenny and I need to add a classic match stipulation." A sly smile comes across her face as she the crowd begins to grow curious on what Shelby seems to have in mind. "Seemingly it seems that Jenny and I can't seem to stay in the ring. We've fought in the turnbuckle corner, we've fought next to the announcer's table, we've fought near every inch of the barricade, and even then, we are both still standing; even after Last Woman Standing match. Go figure." She then leans in a turnbuckle corner, and looks towards the entrance ramp. "So, what kind of match is left? A steel cage? A hardcore match? Extreme rules? No, no, no. You see...those don't serve us justice." Shelby then jumps up on the top turnbuckle, and sits on it, very comfortable-like. "If there's one match that symbolizes being better than someone. If there's one match that proves you're higher up on that pedestal, and if there's one match where you're standing high and tall, better then every single person watching you, it's a...ladder match."

The crowd begins to get anxious as the anticipation between another Shelby and Jennifer match begins to get heavy. "Jenny, audience, in-case any of you happened to be born underneath a rock, in a ladder match, there aren't any pins, there aren't any submissions, and there aren't any knock outs. All you do, is simply climb a ladder, grab whatever we have dangling at the top, and claim your victory over not only your opponent, but the people watching you as well. Ultimate clarity on who happens to be better than who." After doing hand movements of climbing an imaginable ladder, she jumps off the top turnbuckle and glares near the tron area. "So, Jenny, how does that sound?"

[Jennifer Drew]

How did that sound to Jennifer? “Strawberry Gashes” plays as she makes her way down to the ring to tell everyone. She doesn’t stop to soak up the boos or to rub it in any more. Tonight, she was focused on one thing and one thing only. The woman on the mic.

She grabs a microphone of her own, gives one little metal horn taunt from the middle rope then starts walking around the ring a little never breaking the staredown, building the tension.


Jeez, another non-entrance, Shelby? See, that’s the difference between you and me. Call me overly flamboyant if you want, I call myself an entertainer.

She smiles and holds her hands out trying to garner some support. After that fails miserably she gets back on track.

You know, I got Kimberly Masters message too, but I didn’t have the same reaction as you Shelby. Oh no, you see I’ve learned a little thing called gratitude Shelby. Which is why, I’m going to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you Ms. Masters.

No one likes a suck up, and the crowd let her know it.

This means a lot to me. See, I was driving around Atlanta reliving a bunch of fond memories from my paid vacation last year and I got to thinking. What does it even mean if I beat Shelby Steele one more time? Will I get a medal and a tickertape parade or it just going to be pointless? Kim Masters answered that question and she made it mean everything to both of us.

There’s nothing bigger than going on to that Hell in a Cell match and there’s nothing bigger than the Debutante title and there’s nothing I want more than to get my win back from Lessien for it. So if it all comes down to this I will be as brutal, as violent and as downright suicidal as I need to be in order to get one more shot at being recognized as the absolute best. And if I get to go through you to get there then it’s win/win for me.

Well, I guarantee you this, Jennifer Drew is not afraid of heights. If you think you can survive against someone who lacks the common sense to not catapult herself off of everything just slightly higher than the ring that’s cool. If you think you can beat me in a fight, not a wrestling match, but a fight then that’s cool too.

Everyone started getting more and more excited. They knew what had to be coming now.

So yes, I do accept your metaphor… I mean challenge. It’s your funeral.

She said with a little smirk and a shrug, seeming way too relaxed about the proceedings.

[Shelby Danes]

Shelby lets out a pleasing sigh as Jennifer finishes her little speech. My, did both women have their way with words. "It's a great metaphor, isn't? Thought it up on the fly, I'm just a genius like that, but that's beside the point." She clamps her hands together before bringing the mic back to her mouth. "You know, I've always found it funny when people use phrases such as 'it's your funeral,' because, well...how often do you hear such a phrase? I'm sure that throughout the season, such a phrase is going to be used more then a million times, and said by dozens of people. How often will people use it until it means nothing?" Shelby shrugs allowing the crowd to think a bit before continuing, "You see, the phrase loses it's meaning especially when said by a person who after tonight, will be just as important, and just as extravagant as a cliche saying in a high schooler's five paragraph essay." Giggling a bit, "And I don't believe I have to explain that one to you; you have the brains, something that seems to be somewhat lacking in today's wrestling universe, and for that, I applaud you."

Clapping her hands, Shelby then walks towards the center of the ring, "Regardless, you can say you'll be suicidal. You can say you'll beat me, and you can say you'll finally get your hands around the throat of that crazy bitch Lessian, but until you beat me, square in this ring, then your claims are complete, and utter bullcrap." Shelby raises a finger before Jennifer could reply, "And before you say that I'm completely contradicting myself, let me say one thing. Through out the last two months, I never claimed that I'll beat you. I simply stated that until you beat me, you aren't anything. Look at the facts. I was generally unheard of until Exodus; when I beat Jessie Blair, a person you presumingly never beat. Two weeks later, you call me out, complaining that I beat her, and that my victory was merely beginner's luck. Then I beat you, in a singles match to remember. Jennifer Drew, losing to a nobody, since when? I've already proved that I can beat you. If I win tonight, well, I suppose it'll be a bittersweet ending; especially for you. For being entertainers, I suppose we put on quite a good show. It's really to bad that our season finale happens to be tonight." Putting on a fake caring face, Shelby relaxes her shoulders a bit. "Gosh, it must suck to feel manipulated."

[Jennifer Drew]

Yeah, I like making up my own facts too.

She says with an eye roll.

The truth is I already did beat you. Remember Absolution or did I kill off those brain cells that night? 30 minutes of wanton and gratuitous ass beating? Yeah? Starting to ring a bell is it?

I think I feel a little bit of that coming on tonight so if you see me anywhere near a ladder, run.

Jennifer nods hoping Shelby takes her friendly advice.

Personally, I don’t care if you think beating you is going to make or break me, or if you think I’ve somehow fallen into one of your eeeeeeeeeeevil schemes. If believing that helps you get through the day then I’m not going to be the one to shake you out of it. But I’ll tell you why I’m really here. The fact of the matter is every time I’ve stepped into the ring with you, no matter what the outcome it’s led to me getting exactly what I wanted, and tonight will be no different. Plus, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this but it’s really fun to bounce your head off of steel. It makes this really cool noise. I’ll show you later.

And really that’s the only thing I’m going to miss about all this, and after tonight I think I’ll have had my fill. I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things, I’m ready to take that title, and more than that I’m ready to finish you.

She maintains the staredown waiting to see what would happen next.

[Shelby Danes]

(OOC: Trying a new color...)

"Yes, it was a last women standing match, yes, I couldn't get up after the ten count, but the thing is...I still stood up on my own feet afterwards. I wasn't beaten yet! In fact, we continued to brawl regardless of the fact that match bell rang. The fact that we're even having this conversation proves that our ordeal hasn't completely been satisfied yet." Shelby begins to pace around the ring, rubbing her left ear with her free hand as she continued, "What strove you to come into the ring tonight Jen? If you sincerely thought that our dance was over. If you sincerely thought that you were the better between the two of us, then...then why are you in this ring at this given moment? Yes, yes, you said that whenever you come into this ring, and you have your go at Shelby Steele, you get what you want; and granted our last two bouts ended in a Jennifer Drew victory but the question stands. Is this more then just a shot at the Debutante Title, or is it something more, something bigger?" Shelby then walks closer towards Jennifer, "Personally, I don't give a rat's ass about the Debutante Title, if I win tonight, and head to the bigger dance, and claim victory there, then hey, that's just what the Almighty wanted tonight. My grudge is with you, and nothing more. If you win tonight, then I go home a woman knowing that 'Hey, perhaps Stubs is the better between us. Let's see if she finally win the big one.'" Shelby then pauses, and holds a finger in the air, "However, I suppose winning that title tonight, and holding it high in the air for everyone to see, including you, would be really, really, really sweet." She then laughs to herself as she gives Jennifer a look, and begins talking in a motherly tone, "In fact my dear, I suppose I'll dedicate that match to you." Giving Jennifer a smirk, she backs off to her corner of the ring, and leans against it.