Empire State of Mind

The camera zooms in on the lips of Cecilia Ortiz.

"Many people say I need Lucy to fight battles for me. I say Kimberly Chase is in for a world of hurt."

The camera pans out to focus on Cecilia, smiling from ear to ear.

"Throughout my career I have been told that I need Kylie. I need Geri. I need Lucy. Fact is, I need no one but myself. Kimberly Chase is making her long awaited debut. That is the marquee of this match, right? It would be a shame if someone were to rain on her parade. If someone were to kill her momentum before it ever got started.

Kimberly, you come to the ring to a song entitled "Call me the Devil." Newsflash honey, I am marrying the daughter of the Devil and he ain't you. Where I am from we have a term for people like you. You are a bonafide thirstbucket. You get out here in your skimpy outfits and your fake tan and you like to get all the attention you can get. Well, sweety, you got my attention but not in the way you wanted. Honestly, just looking at your face pisses me off. You are fake and need to start being true to yourself.

I have seen your kind in my time in this business. You are all about getting your rocks off while keeping the true talent down. I am the true talent and I refuse to be held down. I refuse to be last in line. I refuse to lose to a nobody like you.

You see, you are not someone I envy. I, actually, pity you. I feel bad for you. You have to begin your journey with a loss to me. I am nothing short of a success. When I started wrestling, I won my debut. The next week, I won my first title. I am someone that people can look up to. I am someone who is unstoppable.

Many people will put down my age regression but, you know what they say. People fear that which they do not understand. Look into my eyes, Kimberly, do you fear me? Do you not understand why I do the things I do? Why do I suck on pacifiers when I am down and depressed? Quite frankly, that is none of your concern. You are not the one feeding me or fucking me so why worry about me so much?

The fact remains that I am who I am and this bitch is going to spoil your debut. That is what I do. I beat the brakes off of little bitches like you. I can spot fake from a mile away, Kimmy. I can tell you like to tell your sob story about Maxwell simply to get attention. If you were that worried, you would get out and look for him instead of boo hooing on Twitter."

Cecilia smirks as she fakes a midwestern accent.

"Oh no! Someone took my baybee!"

Cecilia rolls her eyes as she continues.

"Yes, Kimmy, I went there honey. Ain't no way I am gonna pull punches now. You see, I am tired of you doing this little bullshit and getting people on your side. You are psychotic. You are a crazy person and, trust me, it takes one to know one. The difference between me and you is I admit that I am fucking bonkers. I can admit my mind isn't all there, all the time. You think you are ok mentaly and, I hate to break it to you, you aren't. You need to be locked away in a fucking looney bin.

You paint your pretty face on and hide the scars that darken your face. You hide the past that you can't escape. I haven't figured it out. Enlighten me, Kimmy. You killed ya kid didn't ya? It is just me and you right here having a chat."

Cecilia sits on a chair with the back of the chair across her breasts. She laughs as she looks at the camera.

"Is that it? Is that why you feel the need to bully people on Twitter? Is that why you feel the need to be a mean girl and try to act harder than you are? Kimmy, look at ya. You ain't hard, sweety. You ain't got it in you to take me on. You know it and you are scared.

You see what Lucy and I did to Big Drip Productions and you know that they are bigger and better than you. It scares you. I see you all pver Twitter. Running your cocksucker about anyone and everyone in the wrestling business, be it Project Honor or Wrestleworld. Sweety, the time for talk is over. Now is the time for action and you ain't ready for a bitch from the Bronx. You are not ready to deal with the future of this business.

You can make all the claims and all the threats you want but I am going to completely decimate you at Unbreakable Resolution. I plan on fully ending your career before you can even begin. I ain't gonna be sorry for it, either. Before the shit on Twitter, I was ready to give you a good match, I was ready to wish you luck. After what you said, I hope you die in the ring. I don't wish that on anyone but you have taken things too far.

The problem with you, and a lot of other bitches in this business, is you don't know when to shut up. You want to whine and bitch and moan about how the world owes you this or owes you that. Newsflash, the world doesn't owe you a motherfucking thing. The world, like me, is tired of hearing your voice. I am so tired of you running your mouth. I am so tired of you thinking you are something special. Hoes like you are a dime a motherfucking dozen.

No more Ms. Nice Cecilia. That girl is long gone. I am being shaped by my life and by people who won't shut up. Kimmy, I hope you did your homework on me becaiuse the girl you have seen in the ring in the past is gone. I am different. I have evolved. I have made it so idiots like you can't get in my head. You can't figure me out. I am like Lucy now. She has molded me in her image. She has made me into a fierce competitor.

I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. I plan on holding gold. I don't care if it is singles gold or if it is tag gold with the love of my life. Daddy and I are here to punish the weak. We are here to put people like you out of your misery.

That is what you are filled with isn't it, Kimmy? You resent yourself and your empty life so you project that onto others. You use vague insults and cryptic messages to fill people's heads with doubt. Newsflash, I am more confident than ever. I used to say I was not a wrestler, I just play one on TV. I am a wrestler, and a hell of one at tthat.

Keep thinking you have a chance in this match Kimmy. Come Unbreakable Resolution, you will regret stepping into the ring with me. I am from the Bronx and I will make them all proud! Fuck Kimberly Chase and fuck anyone who thinks she has anything on me!"

Cecilia stands up and walks off as Lucy walks into the room. Cecilia smiles.

"Hey Luce!"

Lucy smirks as she speaks.

"Hey baby doll. Look, about the shit with Kylie and Christmas Chaos..."

Cecilia smiles as she places her arms around Lucy's neck.

"Baby, I know you did what you had to do. Doesn't mean I am not disappointed but, as my therapist says, I don't need to dwell on the past or on things that don't affect our relationship. What you did is in the past and thus we need to move on. We both need to focus on Unbreakable Resolution. We both need to focus on our careers and how we are, sooner rather than later, going to be Project Honor tag team champions."

Lucy looks down, she is in between smiling and crying.

"What if the draft splits us up? What if Rock Johnson gets a bright idea to make us singles stars again?"

Cecilia raises Lucy's chin up with her finger.

"Then we will make sure he regrets it very quickly. I love you and we will work on it all. Kimberly Chase and Kasey Winterborn better beware. We are the Two Toned Mafia, and we will both be victorious."

The engaged couple kiss as the scene fades to black and comes to an end.