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Pro wrestling excellence, another name on the list as I drag myself along trying to find somewhere to belong. Another place to come in and I suppose, earn a spot, only I don't have to earn anything.
See, my name is Michelle Riggs. Yes, from the Riggs dynasty. My name is my earn. I have put in the work and climbed my way up the figurative ladder. I've faced your favorites and chances are, I've beaten them. They don't call me the best Riggs for no reason. My entire family is good but me? I'm great!
Don't believe me? Just watch..
I won't lie to you, though, it has been a struggle. Trying to find the right spot, the right place to make home. I haven't exactly had a place to call home in a while, not since FiGHTNYC closed its doors. Can PWE be for me what Fight was? If I plant my roots here, can I blossom and grow the way I did there?
I left a shithole promotion with my "friends" and "family" when Fight came around. See FiGHTNYC wasn't my first but it's where I reclaimed my love for this business. I grew a lot as a performer and a person with Fight. I faced trials and tribulations and was able to overcome every obstacle, was it easy? Hell no. Would I do it again? Fuck no.
Actually, I guess I kind of have to.
I was the very first FiGHTNYC Bronx Division Champion, won the belt while I was six months pregnant - I wasn't even technically in the match either. I can still see the look of horror on everyone's face as I climbed that ladder and unhooked that belt, it was the best.
What else? Oh yeah, I had a baby and managed to come back and win the Manhattan, Brooklyn and Islands Championships - I was the closest person to a grand slam and if Xavier hadn't gotten shot, I can guarandamntee you, I would have done it.
I'm tired of hopping from place to place, starting at the bottom and working my way back to the top, competing with the bottom feeders. That shit is so far beneath me. Can you believe one fed put me up against WaLuigi? Dead ass. Like, what even is this life?
I can't do that shit anymore, which is why I'm here. I witnessed season one and while I will say I was impressed, I couldn't help but notice you were missing something. Have no fear though, your QUEEN is here and she is everything you've ever wished for and more.
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A soft breeze blows through the lace curtains that surrounded the cabana that sat in the backyard of the Hollywood Hills home owned by Paul Montuori.
The sound of children laughing and playing as well as water splashing can be heard as Madison and her friends played in the pool just outside of the cabana.
Under the cabana were several racks of wedding dresses hanging beautifully and hoping to be chosen for their big day. Paul wanted everything to be perfect and was going to spare no cost. He had dresses flown in from all over the world from the best designers in the world.
Michelle walked into the cabana wearing a V-neck court train tulle lace wedding dress and did a spin in front of her Apple IPad that she had propped up on the table. The screen was black but it was obvious a call was on.
Nothing happened. No response.
She sighed and shook her head.
"You are really no help, you know that?" She said.
Nothing.
She exited the cabana and made her way back inside the home, making a beeline for the changing room on the second floor. As she entered the room you can see a pile of discarded dresses on the floor in the corner that obviously hadn't made the cut. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, turning sideways and looking at herself from the back as well.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror for the first time this afternoon as she lifted her blonde hair from her back and shoulders, holding it up into a makeshift updo. Pleased with herself and what she sees, she removes the dress and places it back onto its hanger.
She made her way back down and into the cabana with the dress in hand and fixed it back onto the dress rack. She grabbed the margarita glass from the table and walked back over to the ipad, climbing onto the couch and setting the glass on the table. She gathered her hair and fastened it at the top of her head in a messy bun before straightening out her black bikini top.
"That's it! That's perfect!" The voice exclaimed from the iPad. "I knew you'd find the one eventually."
She lifted the glass and took a sip before placing it back down.
"I can't get married in a black string bikini, Sarah."
The ipad screen came alive, the only thing visible was Sarah Wolf's face. Her ear length, straight black wig accentuated her thin pale face and tattooed neck. A friendly smile crossed her blackened lips.
"I don't know why not. You've done the dress twice. Be different."
"Paul hasn't done it though.." She says, a smile crossing her face. "Would save a lot of money though, just have a big ass pool party for a wedding."
"Open bar still, right?" Sarah asked.
"Of Course!" She said, chuckling.
"I'm down. I'm coming completely nude though, and I'm bringing a guest."
"First, what guest? Second, I've seen you nude, I'm not going to say no but do you really want my brothers and your brothers seeing that?" She makes a gagging expression.
"Ugh, you're right." She responds, "although, would be the hottest naked bitch they ever saw."
"True dat," She says, laughing.
A man's voice can be heard off screen calling for Sarah.
"I'll call you again soon, I'm turning off my location."
"Be safe, love you."
With a nod and a blown kiss the call is ended. She lays the tablet face down onto the table and grabs her drink, getting comfortable on the couch watching the children play.
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Sarah was right, I have done this Wedding thing twice before and both times have been complete failures. I would be lying to you if I told you that I wasn't just a little bit worried that this Wedding would end the same way. I don't normally get nervous, but I don't know.. Paul wanting and deserving the perfect Wedding is a little heavy sometimes.
Then again, planning a wedding at all is pretty fucking heavy. Good thing my KING knows a wedding planner, right?
Anyways, enough about the wedding for now, I have a match to worry about or you know, not worry about.
I know what it's like to take a long hiatus from this business, I did it. I took an almost twenty year break and explored other ventures and just like Issak Otto I ventured back. I traveled the world and saw the wonders and unlike Issak, I remained relevant.
When I made my return, I blew the roof off of the building that the show was held in. Ratings for my appearance skyrocketed the show and I made millions in that one night. Issak couldn't even get anyone to come to his booth at the meet and greet. That's fucking embarrassing. Ollie, the cat had a line down the block and you couldn't even catch a straggler walking by? Are you okay?
I'm not even allowed to do meet and greets anymore. Something about clogging the streets and causing a mass commotion that these cities can't handle when I'm scheduled. 🤷♀️
Not one though? That's crazy. Even Joe Montuori has at least ten people show up. I didn't think there was anyone more pathetic than Joe.. guess I was wrong.
It's fine though, it doesn't really matter if no one shows up to see you, I guess. I mean, it's okay for you. I would probably give up and move to Ethiopia and live life as a clown if it happened to me, but do you boo.
I usually take some time and try to compare myself with the people I'm stepping into the ring with and try to find ways that we could be the same but I'm honestly coming up with nothing here. Like legit nothing.
Facing off with people like Issak Otto just reminds and reassures me that I am mountains above and light-years ahead.
People don't call me the QUEEN for nothing. I am everything this business needs and wants. I dare you to find someone, anyone who can do what I do better than me, someone who can outperform me out there in that ring. Go ahead, try and find someone. You'll be back empty handed and broken hearted in no time.
That's the difference between normal people like Issak and wrestling Royalty like myself and my future husband. We were born and bred for this, we just show up and get shit done. You other bitches strive for the greatness we've achieved and you never even get close.
Some people are fine living a life of mediocrity and then there's me. It's not a bad thing, I guess but I could never live a life knowing someone else was better - so I don't. I'm the best person I've ever met and you'll never convince me otherwise.
And I lied, Issak. If no one showed up for my meet and greet, I'd kill myself. There's no way in hell I'd go about as if nothing was wrong. Then again, that's a you problem and would never be a me problem.
I can't sit and pretend that there are things you and I have in common, the way you tried to do with your last opponents. I mean, I could try but that would just do more damage to me than I'm willing to do. You are literally the measuring stick for what not to do.
Imagine having no self confidence and coming out here and actually kissing Allen Chaneys fat ass. That guy has about as much talent as you have fans and the only reason he won the excellence championship is because he faced and beat a couple of losers. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had to take the L to ol' Pork Chop.
Again, that's a you problem.
You know what else is a you problem, Issak? You have to step into the ring with me. I'm not the same as the other losers you've been against. I'm very good at what I do and I take my job very seriously. You have no idea..
The only way you're winning this, Isaak, is if I decide for some reason to show some sort of generosity and just give up. Now I'm not known for generosity and I'm not known to give up, so I wouldn't count on it but hey, Pigs might fly.. I mean, we do have one at the top of the ladder.
I'm usually not a giver, Issak, but I'll do you this one favor and when I'm done with you I'll make sure and give you your 3 seconds of fame.
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