A small task (Sireena)

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March Madness was already shaping up to be an interesting PPV, and things were about to get that much more interesting as the entrance theme of "The Ice Queen" cues over the PA. The fans show her their usual "love" as she makes her way from the stage to the ring. She pauses at the foot of the ring steps to shoot a group of heckling fans a cold gaze before ascending and entering the ring. Once inside, a mic is supplied, and the floor is given to her to make her address.

Last week, I made my 2009 debut on Glitter in a Tornado Tag match with Ina, against my personal favorite whipping girl Kim Hunter, and her new friend Sireena. The same Sireena who I've heard oh so many things about. How she's supposed to be such a fearsome competitor. How she's one of the most talented and technically sound women in the sport. Quite frankly, I've heard it all before. These women who go over to Japan to wrestle think that they're all a cut about the rest. Not just Sireena. I'm speaking of women like my old friend Heather Fierhart. Women like Anjelyka. Women like Ashley Diamond. As if spending time in Japan is a right of passage. A badge of honor. Contrary to popular belief, Japan isn't the "staple" of wrestling Training. And neither is Canada for that matter. That distinction still is held by the continent where all of this, this very sport of wrestling originated...Europe.

The 1st, and most potent style of wrestling is called "Greco-Roman" for you simpletons who think Stu Hart invented the sport. Greco...which is a pseudonym for Greek, as in Greece, and Roman...meaning Rome, Italy. I hold more respect for someone who has cut their teeth in wrestling where I did. You see, Wrestling in Europe isn't the flashy glitz and glamor you see here in the US, and it's not what you see watch Puro in Japan either. Where I'm from, wrestling is brutal. It's a contest of not just skill, but conditioning and will as well. In Europe, you're more likely to see a match end in a KO more then a Tap Out. You're more likely to see a man carried out of an event on a stretcher then on his own two feet. Take a look at some of the competitors in XWA from Europe. Magnus Von Schwartz. Primo Valiante. Steven Higby. And of course myself. What do we all share in common? We're all from Europe, and we all have succeeded in spades over our North American counterparts.

Bianca gives a confident grin before continuing.

Last week left a sour taste in my mouth. No, not because I was on the losing team. No no no. Because I didn't get to do half of what I wanted to do in the ring. I've got a whole new bag of tricks this year. A bag of tricks that's going to take me to my rightful place, sitting atop my throne as Diamond Champion. My time has come, and a cold, cold wind is about to blow through Glitter that will chill anyone in my way to the bone. And right now, that just so happens to be you, Sireena. You did pretty well with that pathetic piff Hunter at your side, but I want to see if your hype is well deserved, or just a bunch of hot air like oooooooooooooh so many of the rest of the women of Glitter. No special stipulations. No tricks. No secret tag team partners. Part of showing the world that I am the best wrestler on Glitter, is beating my opponents in standard fair wrestling matches, something your friend Kim doesn't seem to get despite how many times I've beat her about the head neck and shoulders. So tonight Sireena, you have a small task at hand. And that's seeing if you can do something that she hasn't done...

Beat me one on one.

Grinning evilly, Bianca awaits the reply of Sireena.

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The sounds of "Head Like A Hole (Clay remix) by Nine Inch Nails" plays as Sireena makes a quick entrance, walking straight to the ring, obviously meaning business. As she reaches ring side, she is handed a mic from the time keepers table, and is slapped on the back by a fan, who she quickly turns and gives a "not now" glare to.
She then climbs the steps and begins talking while still on the apron.

You know, Bianca, I never made any claims to being any of that. I let the in ring action do all the talking I need. But if other people are shining my career up with those accolades, and making me sound larger then life, that's on them, not me. I only have to live up to the goals I set for myself, and so far, so good.

She then scissors the 2nd rope, climbing in and standing a reasonable distance from her challenger as she continues.

That being said, some overblown windbag claimed I was a no personality cyborg, ofcourse that's coming from the women in the grasps of king kong. So her words fall on deaf ears, because frankly, she hasn't done anything to impress me either. She lost the tag match, the same as you, and that makes you both the losing team. No big deal, right?

The big deal though, is that like you, I didn't get a proper chance to showcase just what all I can do here. Like you, I wish I had more time to shed some rust, and put on a proper show. Like you, I believe in the theory, why do something in 5 minutes, that you can drag out, and make a whole lot better in 15. So, in a way, we're thinking parallel. I was even thinking of doing the same thing you just did, and that was call out the other person involved. You!

So we are in agreement, that a match between us is what is needed. Not to satisfy any egos, or get some sort of revenge on one another. Simply, to satisfy our needs to stretch our legs in the ring, and give the world something to talk about. A wrestling match. Not a whole lot of those around these days. It's mostly a bunch of brawling behemoths who prefer a chair, over a suplex. A table, over a simple submission. You and I though, we're on the same level. We can be flashy, and then settle for the simpler things. Which is why I have no problem facing you, here tonight.

I won't go as far as to say I WILL beat you, but if I don't, these fans, and everyone watching will know that I can, on any given night.

As she makes the final statement to her, Sireena steps within distance to almost be in her face.

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Bianca's response...

Darling, I think it's safe to say that there is nothing...and I do mean nothing flashy about what I do in this ring. I leave the theatrics to the women who need to pull a fancy move out of their arse to get a quick reaction. I pride myself on being a "Traditionalist". Which is exactly the reason I predict very...VERY big things for me. Because while all of the ladies of Glitter are a number of things, brawlers, athletes, sadists even. Only a handful of them are pure wrestlers. And I intend on exposing the fakes who don't belong in "my" ring one by one. Am I saying you're one of them? Quite frankly...I haven't seen enough of your work to make that determination. But I guess I get to change that tonight, don't I?

You see, Sireena. The question isn't if you can beat me. It's can you beat me when it matters? Any person is capable of catching fire and defeating even the best competitor, just like even the most elite wrestler can have an off day. It's when said competitor is on their game. When everything is firing on all cylinders and they are at their best...or in some cases worst...can you best them then? That to me is the true mark of success. Beating the next person on their best night. That's the question you have to ask yourself. Because me? I'm on my best night 99% of the time. Thus far in XWA, I've only lost to three women one on one. Ashley Diamond, Tanden Fearse and Heather Fierhart. All three hold one thing in common. They're all World Championship caliber wrestlers. It's going to take that level of effort to be my better. The question I ask you, darling...is do you think you can even remotely come close to it? We'll just have to find that out.

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She smirked as listened to Bianca talk, this is exactly what she wanted to hear. As Bianca asked her final question, the smirk disappeared.

Do I think I can beat you? I KNOW I can beat you Bianca. The same as I know I can beat anyone on the diamond roster. It's as you said, anyone can win on any given night, it's a matter of if they can when it counts. No title is on the line, some respect, alot of pride, yeah, I'm pretty sure you can consider this a match that counts. They all count, that's the thing most of the women here don't understand. They'll have a match won, and try to show off, costing themselves the match sometimes. That counts. A loss, is a loss. No matter who it's too. If your not winning, your not moving forward, statistically. Yes, you learn from those mistakes, but some girls, keep making them, over, and over, and over again.

A mild cheer comes from the crowd in response. She acknowledges them with a head nod as they quiet down.

But the moment you stop to think, anything can happen. A small package, a school boy rollup, a big move, and in some cases, a knockout blow. Yes, the moment you think, your losing. Do the thinking outside the ring, on your own time. What you do inside, is adapt on the fly. Which is something I pride myself on, being able to adapt to any challenge I've faced thus far. Your a new challenge, singularly without a partner, then you are with one. Do I think I can overcome the challenge, yes! Do I know I can, yes! But will I? We'll see... though shouldn't you be asking yourself if you can beat me, as well?

The anticipation and buildup was paying off. The fans were talking amongst themselves, and already a split was formed between supporters of both women. Signs were everywhere with either of their names. Just before Sireena turned to leave the ring, and head up the ramp, she had one last thing to say.

We'll see who overcomes who, and walks away the true winner, win, or lose. Just don't flake and come soft, my expectations are already high for this encounter.

She then backs out of the ring, and up the ramp. Smiling as she backed up, and pointing back into the ring at her opponent. Mouthing words towards her only people close by could read on her lips.