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You Can't Make Your Own Rules; "Life will eventually catch up with you"
Topic Started: Nov 18 2007, 10:33 PM (24 Views)
Shelly The Bod
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[size=12]You Can't Make Your Own Rules[/size]
RP versus Queen Machine / Mentiond: Read and find out bee-yatch!!!


For whatever reason, I’ve always had a problem with putting someone else’s priorities before mine. It had seemed that the hopes and dreams of most that are close to me was dependant on my successes. For that reason, I always seem to pressure myself into being the best I can be. Unfortunately, it sometimes ends up being at the expense of those outside my inner circle. With the exception of Arci, the only people I can trust are my younger sister Gina and Valerie. They are the only three people in the world who never made me regret opening my heart. While I don’t have a problem with forgiving people, I do have a problem giving trust another round.

But karma is a bitch indeed.

For reasons that are unknown, I’ve spent the last few years in a glass house throwing more fastballs than Josh Beckett without leaving so much as a scratch. I would be lying if I said that it hasn’t made me pretentious. Sometimes, I’m like that society queen with the crack addicted teenager whom she claims is off at basketball camp when in reality he’s in rehab. I’m not used to looking over my shoulder. But guilt is a very powerful thing. Some say it causes you to see things that are not there. But in my opinion, I feel it forces you to confront the very thing you’ve been ignoring…

The Truth

Arciela Giacalogne was the best friend I have ever had. I met her when I joined the NAWWA Diva Doll Bootcamp. At that time, everyone but Gina was against me becoming a professional wrestler. It never mattered that my mother, my aunt and my older sister Reina had all wrestled before me. Maybe it’s because Gina and I are the youngest of seven children, but for whatever reason, nothing the two of us do will never truly be seen as anything more than “childish antics.” Meeting Arci was so important because she was so supportive. Almost like my own private cheerleading squad assuring me that I couldn’t be wrong in following what was in my heart.

The Cell

The Diva Doll Bootcamp was better known as The Cell. But those going through it just called it “Hell.” More than two hundred women tryout every year thinking they have what it takes to be the next big superstar diva in the world of professional wrestling. Only 12 get accepted. And if they’re lucky, 5 will make it to the very end and graduate. Making it to graduation is far from easy when every girl wants to see you fall. Usually there were no friends, just opponents.

Then there was Arciela.

By looking at her you would never guess she was a wrestler…and a brilliant one at that. The big platinum blonde hair straight out of the 80’s, the “just short of orange” spray tan, she looked like a high priced call girl and/or stripper at some glitzy club in Vegas. But there was so much more to her. She’s the most caring person I’ve met outside my family. And she made it instantly known that while we were both there to be the next superstar in women’s wrestling there was a unique connection between us.

Without Arci, it’s very possible I would’ve been one of the first eliminated. I’ve never been one to sit back while strange people got in my face and berated me. I mean, one of the reasons I became a pro wrestler was based on the fact I’ve never been one to “talk things out”. So when instructors began yelling at me and telling me just how much I overrated myself, all it took was getting my butt kicked by some Japanese chick that had me heading for the door. I always said it was fate that paired Arci and me up as dorm mates. If we hadn’t been paired up, she would have never been there to stop me from packing.

Our backgrounds were polar opposites. While my upbringing was considered by most to be privileged, Arci on the other hand was from a broken home. She had an alcoholic father, two older abusive brothers and was on her own and stripping before her seventeenth birthday. She was only three years older than me but she seemed so much more mature than that. She was already able to articulate like a middle aged adult. It was strange. But at the same time it was her maturity that allowed me to see that just because my own little world seemed to cater to me, there was a much bigger world out there that saw me as just another pretty face.

When it was all over, it was Arci, Star Lithegos, Onya Rampage, and I. We were all that was left from over two hundred women that tried out. Star, Onya and I making it was pretty much a no-brainer. Arci on the other hand was one of the last girls you’d expect to see at the end, but she was every bit as deserving. We all tackled the world of professional wrestling and never looked back.

Once boot camp ended, the two of us moved into the penthouse of the Newport Shores Condominium’s (courtesy of a large inheritance from my grandparents). Arci was easily the best friend I had ever had. So it came as no shock to anyone when the two of us took our friendship to the next level. It didn’t seem wrong to either of us. People wanted to label us as if we were the poster girls for impropriety. But eventually, people just grew to accept the fact that it was love. The only people who continued to criticize us were the same people who hated their insignificant lives. And the way we saw it, that was there problem.

Valley Doll

Valerie Wells had burst on to the wrestling scene like gangbusters. She was the wrestling worlds answer to Pamela Anderson. The fans adored her while her peers just sat back wallowing in bitter envy. She was one of the few competitors who looked fabulous even in defeat. She epitomized the saying, she could fall into a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose every time.” But there was a huge misconception about Valerie. While she knew she was one of the best, she was at the same time one of the most incredible people backstage.

One night, she had been on the working end of a first rate ass-kicking in front of a sold out crowd at the Grand Olympic Auditorium in LA. Since the fans had packed the place to see the one and only Valley Doll, she had a guaranteed contract that paid her generously. Her opponent on the other hand was just lucky to be in the match, and the shady promoter made sure she knew that when he paid her only a portion of what they had agreed on. It didn’t matter that she was a single mother supporting two children. That’s just the way the independent scene worked. Never one to let others make the rules, once Valerie heard that her opponent was shorted, she immediately counted out two-thousand dollars (two thirds of her check) and handed it over to the woman that embarrassed her just an hour earlier. That was Valerie...a true champion in every sense of the word.

Valerie and I had worked together on several occasions. When it was all said and done, we pretty much split win and losses, but we always gave the fans a first rate match every time. But while Valerie was one of my favorite opponents, she had also become one of my closest friends. Like Arci, she possessed wisdom beyond her years. Like me, she came from a privileged upbringing. It was only fitting that Valerie fit perfectly into our little click.

About a year ago, Valerie and I began tagging together to instant acclaim. We had every arena in Southern California sold out instantly. Our chemistry as a tag team was unbeatable. Unfortunately, we began to develop chemistry in another area as well. We had been fighting it for months and it’s not getting any better.


When it was all said and done, the business had been very good to Shelly. But at the same time, it was give and take. While she never had to endure the explosion of flashbulbs barricading the front of her SL500 as she tried to exit the drive-thru at In-n-Out, she was almost certain to be recognized several times while performing simple errands throughout her day. The amount of attention was perfect. It kept her picture in the magazines, but at the same time she was able to maintain a semblance of privacy.

Since joining the EWF, the attention began to grow marginally. This week saw that attention almost double. It had been a wild week for the EWF women’s division. Ten days ago, Queen Machine was the undeniable leader of the diva pack. She was all but unbeatable. That was until Tiffani got into the mix. After weeks of underhanded harassment to go along with the larceny of the Women’s Title, Tiffani made the most of the title shot given to her by Alexander Stryfe.

For Shelly, the last few weeks have seen her struggling to make a name for herself while at the same time placing herself in a position for a title shot. While Xtreme Collision saw Tiffani dethroning the Queen, Shelly made a statement by defeating Arielle, Amythest and Stephanie Coe in a four-way elimination match. Once victorious, Shelly’s stock rose straight to the top of the diva rankings. Tuesday morning, Arci signed on the EWF website to see her girl as the number one contender for the women’s title.

While this may be familiar territory for Shelly, her EWF success is flying at a thousand miles an hour. Arci leaped up off her seat and began shaking her hips in the center of the family room. Shelly slowly strolled in from the hallway dragging her flip flops on the floor as she slid her fingers through her hair. Convinced Arci started hitting the bong pipe early Shelly plops down on the couch kicking her flip flops off.

“Is Trashy Lingerie having a sale today?” Shelly asked as she placed her head into her favorite pillow.

Not even Shelly’s pre-noon bitchyness could kill Arci’s giddy morale this morning. Arci turns around and struts towards the couch climbing on top of a perturbed Shelly.

“Guess who the number on contender is for the EWF Women’s Title is?”

Shelly looks up at Arci with a blank stare. While she knew that her prior night’s performance made a statement to Alexander Stryfe, she didn’t expect to be the next in line.

“I’m ranked above the Queen”, Shelly asks.

“That’s right Boo. You’re going to get a shot at Tiffani’s belt”, Arci gleams.

Shelly lays back thinking to herself as Arci straddles Shelly’s hips between her legs massaging her shoulders gently. She thinks back to her mother always saying to be careful what you wish for. Shelly had gone into her match at Xtreme Collision with the mindset that a victory then brought a match between her and Tiffani that much closer. Now with the title thrown into the mix, the stakes have indeed been raised.


About three months before I joined the EWF, Valerie and I had a really tough night wrestling in Las Vegas. We were comped a phenomenal plush suite at the Wynn Hotel, tickets to the magic show featuring our idol Pamela Anderson, and over three thousand dollars in chips. Throw in all the free drinks and me and Valerie were right in our element. We may have got our party on just a tad too much because the next morning our stomachs were sour and we were both seriously dehydrated. It took several bottles of Pedialite to go with several trips to the toilet before Valerie and I were even close to regaining our wits about us.

By four o’clock that afternoon, we were showered and ready as we made our way to the elevator. Unfortunately, in less than two hours we were nothing more than two battered wrecks. Valerie suffered a seriously low ankle sprain that’s had her out ever since. I was able to make it out the ring with just a fractured rib.

It had turned out that Valerie would be out somewhere between four to six months…possibly longer. It was also apparent to me that I needed to keep busy. It had been more than a couple of years since I went into semi retirement. I was worried that six months would be a long time to stay inactive. I could see myself losing interest in that time. For me, long stretches between matches seemed to always get me to thinking.

I would start thinking about the little aches and pains that have never truly healed. Then there was always the thought of the possibility of obtaining an injury I may not be able to walk away from. The fact that I could always buy into my sisters bar whenever I wanted cupped with my half ownership in Empress Gym would always get me questioning why I put my body through this. These are the things that I think about when I have long vacations from the ring. And the longer it gets, the more I lean towards giving it all up. I need to hear the fans cheer me or boo me. I need to wake up every few days feeling like my entire body had been dragged through a knothole. I need to wake up with that feeling as I see the title belt I had won the night before staring back at me. This is what makes this life worth it to me. This is why we all do it.

I had told Valerie I joined the EWF, but I wasn’t sure how she’d react. She had taken the news of her injury pretty bad. Even though she would be back sooner than later, she knew that it would be a stumbling block for the two of us as a tag team. She knew that I couldn’t stay inactive that long so she told me to make sure I find a way to stay sharp inside the ring. Once I told her about the EWF, you could see behind her smile that she felt she was losing her grip. I assured her that me joining the EWF didn’t mean we were going to be finished as a tag team. I would be here waiting for her regardless of my standing in the EWF ranks. It’s a promise I fully intended to keep.

Wednesday Afternoon
Empress Gym
Laguna Beach, Ca.


It was the Valerie’s first day back inside the ring. She assured me that her ankle had felt better than ever. And after seeing her keep up with my daily six mile beach runs, I had no reason to doubt weather she was ready or not. I had showed up to Empress a bit earlier than usual. Since Arci was taking the Benz to go hang out with her cousin, I thought I would have her drop me off at Empress early so I could greet Valerie when she got there. You could imagine my shock to see her white and pink Mercedes with “VllyDol” vanity plates parked in her usual spot.

I made my way through the gym downstairs where the wrestling rings were erected. The closer I got to the downstairs area, the louder I could hear some poor girl screaming bloody murder. As I entered, I could see Val dishing out tremendous punishment to my friend Kandy. For the life of me I cannot remember Valerie ever looking better. She hadn’t lost a step.

I had changed into my wrestling gear and joined everyone at ringside. Coincidentally, we were both attired in our “Baywatch” red one pieces. Val looked over at me unable to resist making a joke.

“Are you here to wrestle or make a sex tape?”

I laughed. It was great. This is why I love Valerie. She never takes things seriously. We’ve been sitting in the dressing room after getting our butts handed to us and she feels good because we looked so much hotter than our opponents. I laughed then and I’m laughing now. It’s as if we hadn’t missed a step. I had forgotten about the EWF and Tiffani, if only for a second.

“So, you and Queen Machine, huh”, she asked as she took a sip from her water bottle.

Queen Machine? What about her, I wondered to myself.

“What about the Queen”, I asked.

“What about her?” she repeated as she looked up choking on her water.

“Yeah, what about her?”

I honestly had no clue what she was babbling about. Did she confuse Tiffany with the Queen?

“Don’t you have a match with her next week”, she asked. “The EWF website has you and Queen Machine facing off next week in an elimination match for the title.”

I think to myself, how fucked is that? Here I am begging for another shot at Tiffani and now I have to go through the Queen to get that shot??? At worst, I was hoping one of the new chicks would eliminate her before I could. I already proved last week I could take care of Stephanie, Arielle and Amythest. And while I have no problems facing the Queen, I have no doubts that she could put a relatively quick end to my winning streak making a match with Tiffany that much further from my grasp.

“Honestly Boo, I had no idea Val.”

The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I’d get. I deserved a shot at Tiffani after she hit me over the head with a led pipe a couple of weeks back. I’ve pleaded with management and did just about everything I could for a match. But here I am now having to face the women many still feel that with or without the title is still the best wrestler in the EWF women’s division. In my eyes, I consider her to be the best as well.

The news of me facing Queen Machine had changed everything. It seems that I can never figure out my place in EWF. With my progression going in one direction, my emotions are heading on a complete separate path. A match with the Queen says that I’ve arrived. A good showing would say I deserve to be there. A victory over the Queen, well that says it’s either Tiffany or me.

Val and I spent the next couple of hours preparing me for my upcoming match. While Val could definitely hold her own, she was no Queen Machine. She was however as cerebral as it gets. Her career has been based on outclassing superior opponents. It never mattered how much bigger, stronger or more technically sound her opponent was, she always gave a good fight. Training with Valerie was probably exactly what I needed going into this match.

After we showered, Val gave me a lift to my place. While there was always harmless flirting between the two of us, we had never taken it further than baby kisses for fun. Valerie had been with the same guy off and on for the past few years and she had never made any inclination of being with another woman physically. She had always gotten along with Arci so there was never any reason to think of Valerie in any other way than my dear friend and tag partner.

Unfortunately, lately I’d find myself wandering off mentally thinking about her. Sometimes I would even be thinking of Valerie while I’m intimate with Arci. As she drove me home, I’d be staring at her from the corner of my eye wondering why I couldn’t stop.

As we approached my parking structure, I could feel her staring at me too. There was a certain discomfort inside her Mercedes at that moment. I started quivering ever so slightly as if the sexual tension was building towards a rewarding climax. That’s when she turned to me.

“You deserve this match you know.”

I quickly try to compose my thoughts pretending not to be thinking about her the way I was.

“What’s that Sweetie?”

“Your match next week. With the Queen. You deserve to be in there. And you know what else? You’re gonna win too.”

It was then that it dawned on me. She makes me feel like I could do anything. I could beat anyone. That’s why we made great tag partners. It was why we were great friends. It was also why…

I had fallen in love with her.

It had finally come to the point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was all on the line, our friendship, potential romance, our tag team. This was that make or break moment. I finally had to see. But then I thought about Arciela. She had been everything that Valerie is and I’m about to break her heart.

Valerie had parked out of the way and shut off her engine.

“What’s wrong Shelly?”

Oh my gawd!!! This is it. I’m so confused as everything is becoming surreal. I can feel my face go flush and my hands start to clam up. I then just look over at her…

“Why do you ask Val?”

“You look nervous Shelly. Is it your match with the Queen?”

My match with the Queen? Not at all. I just look over at her. I stare into her eyes. She looks back staring into mine. That’s when it happens. I know that now’s the moment. I slowly move in as she reciprocates. We plant a slow, moist kiss on each others lips that lasts close to six or seven seconds. I can feel the goose bumps cover my entire body. It’s everything a first kiss should always be but never is. And then it happens…I think of Arci out there trusting I’m not doing this with our friend Valerie. So I stop and pull away staring down at my lap.

“What just happened here,” she asks me.

I don’t have an answer. I don’t know what’s happening.

“I don’t know Valerie. All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you. I dream about you at least once a week and wake up broken hearted that it was only a dream. I’m cuddling with Arci watching TV and I think about how much I want to be with you. I want to say it’s wrong but I can’t.”

It goes completely silent for what seems like an eternity.

“I can’t either…say it’s wrong,” she says.

I look up at the ceiling wondering what the hell to do. It was then that Valerie leans over embracing me as she plants the slowest and most romantic kiss I may have ever had. It’s like that kiss in a movie where you waited for two hours for the couple to hook up and they finally do. This goes on for several seconds. My body quivers harder the more she runs her hand down my chest. I forget every inhibition as I’m totally caught up in the moment with Valerie. Then it happened.

SNIP SNAP

I look up and some strange man is standing in front of the car snapping pictures.

We quickly release one another as Val starts the car and drops it into gear. We speed away driving down to PCH and turning into the Carl’s Jr. on Balboa. We park out of the way and just sit there, silently. We don’t say a word. We just star in front of us assuring our privacy. I then turn to Val.

“I’m sorry”, I tell her.

“For what? Kissing me, or telling me you’ve fallen for me while you still have feeling for Arciela?”

The guilt is excruciating. I cant think of the right words. I just say the first thing that comes to mind.

“I don’t know Valerie…both?”

Once again, it goes silent.

I’ve always put my priorities before everyone else’s. It’s a fault I know I have, but I never let it bother me before. But again, karma is a bitch and here I am now paying for my past indiscretions.

Life’s indeed a bitch!!!

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