Mexico City, Mexico
La Paloma’s Wrestling School
Deep in Mexico City, Mexico is La Paloma’s wrestling school. It definitely was a hidden gem but it was a landmark. It was the placed that longtime wrestling legend Crystal Hilton had trained at. As a matter of fact it was previously called Pedro’s Gymnasio when her father had owned it but he passed it down to Crystal and it was renamed to her Mexican Lucha Libre name. However that is a story for another time. The school was a big training facility complete with dorms. Sitting down in her dorm with a smile on her face is Ashley Whitmore. The Pink haired Canadian smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair as she spoke on the phone.
“Hey babe… Things are going really well in Mexico. I can’t wait until I can see you again. You would love it here. I never thought I would be back again but I just needed to get things in order in the wrestling world again. The last time I truly wrestled was like years ago, and you know how awful the two of us were in WWA before it folded. There has to be so much more out there than being fodder for everybody else on the roster…”
Ashley is all giggles as she twirls her hair around as she smiles widely.
“I love you so much, and I miss you… See you when I get back to the states Sunny…”
Ashley hangs up the phone and standing right outside of her room is assistant trainer for the school Jamal Lopez. The curly haired man just shakes his head before crossing his arms looking right at Ashley.
“I am so happy you are really excited to talk on the phone but I know you didn’t come here to just act like a high school and throw giggle fits on the phone. You came here to be a wrestler and it’s my job to make sure that you get back on track to being exactly where you need to be…”
Ashley raises her eyes as she can’t help but shake her head in return.
“Rubbish… Obviously you have no idea who I am. I am a Whitmore and at one point in various different companies that name meant something. It also doesn’t help that I am the Perfect Score… I am MISS 4.0! Everything I do is absolutely perfect, and if I didn’t bail on the University of Toronto I could have been a Lawyer right now. Instead I decided to chase after both of my sisters dreams and I became a wrestler… I know I can be perfect at that as well…”
Jamal just crosses his arms as he sighs.
“You chased after somebody else’s dream and where did that get you. I know your sister Misty had a lot of success within SVW. Nicole had success in other places but that has nothing to do with you! You won’t gain any success if all you do is stay in the dorms and bullshit on the phone all day…”
Ashley scoffs in return.
“Right… As if YOU would know what I go through…”
“The fact is I do know what it’s like to feel how you feel. I am the older brother of Crystal Hilton. In the Lopez family this gym was supposed to be mine. This was my legacy but Christina became something that just cannot be explained. She took things to new heights and created a legacy that far exceeded anything that my father thought. He had no choice but to leave it to her and I faded into nothing. As if that wasn’t bad enough also finding out that my cousins Danielle and Mariah are also amazing just makes me feel like I don’t matter… All I have left is just running the day to day operations for this school while my sister does whatever it is that she does, and its bull crap! I deserve so much better…”
Ashley laughs as she shakes her head in disgust.
“Right… That definitely sounds like it’s a YOU problem. I will admit that I may not have had the best career in wrestling but I certainly can change that if I really focus… After all I am the direct protégé of Crystal Hilton and that just has to mean something!”
Jamal crosses his arms before shaking his head.
“It WOULD mean something if you actually followed through on TRYING to become something. However just sitting here all day and not pouring out everything into the gym is just going to make you look lazy. If anything having the name of Crystal attached to you should make people look at you as being the next biggest thing. When they see you they should see somebody that should be feared. They should know what you bring to the table and at least know that will be a threat… However what have you really done in your career?!”
Ashley doesn’t say much just shrugging her shoulders.
“Exactly… You struggled in WWA… You were nothing in FFW, an in MWE your contract ended before it even had a chance to start up. This is your chance at redemption, and to show what you are about…”
Ashley just smirks as she turns her nose up.
“Whatever… What if none of that mattered to me?! You think I care about bringing honour to a name I don’t really give a shit about. I know I am good, and no school will tell me that. Besides why give a shit about any of that. As long as I step into the ring, I know perfection follows. You don’t get called the perfect score for making mistakes. If I wanted too I could HAVE your job if I wanted. So run along… I have another phone call to make, and training just isn’t on the agenda tonight…”
A sigh escapes Jamal’s lips as he walks away from Ashley.
“Whatever when the losses keep coming don’t cry to me about why you aren’t as good as you think you are…”
With that Jamal walks away leaving Ashley alone in her room. She blows him off as she gets back on the phone and begins to cycle through things. We leave on that image.
Promo
IT’s time..
“Is this fucking thing even on?! I guess this is the moment everybody has been waiting for. The perfect score stands in front of all of you and she gets to share her heart and her mind. To be honest it doesn’t matter what I say because as far as I am concerned I am better than just about everybody watching this right now. I am better than the person behind the camera and I certainly am better than Lachlan Kane…”
Ashley shakes her head before licking her lips.
“I know there are fans who are probably wondering if I would even say anything for this show but let me explain something. The Perfect Score is so much better than that of an opening match. I deserve some damn respect. Whenever I enter the ring perfection is sure to follow. I could have been anything in the world. My grades would have made me become the lawyer, but I decided to walk away from all of that. Not because I didn’t want to get into law but because my siblings thought they could jump into wrestling. As soon as they made the jump I followed suit just to prove that whatever they could do I damn sure could do it better. So now here I am…”
She cracks a wicked grin.
“Who am I exactly?! I am Ashley Whitmore. I am the protégé of Crystal Hilton and based on that alone I know I already know my future is bright. Now I could sit here and put myself over and over for every single moment of the day, but that just wouldn’t be fair to Lachlan Kane who happens to be my opponent for my FIRST OFFICIAL match here. I say official because I am actually speaking on this so that in itself means this is serious to me, Lachlan Kane is a man who is a never was. He comes from Ireland and has worked all throughout the UK for what purpose?! He worked hard just to meet his wife who happened to be more famous than what he is and surpassed him in every single way. I guess all of those years of fighting and working hard were all for nothing right?!”
Ashley shakes her head.
“Honestly it doesn’t matter and I don’t give a fuck. I know he is all about having heart and soul. Being like a true undersized wrestler and proving himself to be the little engine that good but that’s not my style. I am out for one thing and Only one thing… I am here to look good and showcase why I am the best. Even if I haven’t really been in the ring all that much, I know I would be good because I am me and that’s all that matters at the end of the day. “
Ashley looks deeper into the camera.
“People tend to do this for many different reasons. Some wish to fight in order to be the best. Some try to climb through the rankings and others just want to be noticed. However my reasons for being here are so much different. I want to shove it deep down your throat that I am he best of the best. I don’t care who I have to jump on, who I have to use as a welcome mat or who I have to stab in the back. I need to find a way to get mine. As the protégé of Crystal Hilton I have learned the concept of doing things by any means necessary to make sure the spotlight remains on me. As long as things benefit me that’s all that really matters in my eyes.”
Ashley claps her hands together.
“But hey maybe we should give Lachlan a hand of applause because he might just become famous. He is going to be in the ring with me so that itself will make people remember. He is going to be the first victim to take an L from Ashley Whitmore. He is going to propel me to a bigger spot on the card. I won’t ever be disrespected again and I WILL be higher up the card. If he thinks this will be an honorable match he better wake up and smell the coffee… Maybe something such as Tim Horton’s which you would find in the greatest country of the world Canada which made me. I am not here to fight fair or anything like that. I am here to pick up a W and I will gain it in any way I see fit…”
Ashley laughs again.
“So let Lachlan be the first of many to fall before me. It’s time to Ace this first test of my PWE career, and I know this is a test that Lachlan will flunk. I am MISS 4.0, the perfect score, and at the end of the day perfection simply doesn’t fail. See you soon… Try to keep up but I doubt you can…”
With that Ashley continues to smirk as we fade out on this image.
