Post by Myra Rivers on Oct 10, 2022 3:50:48 GMT
A couple of months ago… (OFF CAMERA)
It was the afternoon after I had won that four way match to become the number one contender to the Civil Championship in House of Wrestling. There was some controversy as I was looking over a notice from their medical staff where I was told I wasn’t going to compete in two weeks while I was awaiting an MRI. My right ankle felt sore, but otherwise felt fine. I was in a tennis outfit ready to at least head to the courts to coach my daughter for a practice with said ankle already taped up. My doctor came in and she was pretty confused… as was I as I didn’t know whether I should be worried or not.
“You said that you were denied the opportunity to compete last night?”
“Read the notice…” I said as I handed it to her. My doctor shook her head, not believing what she was seeing. “It was literally a couple of hours after I had that match, after that son of a bitch hurt my ankle, where I told I wasn’t going to be cleared for two weeks from now.”
“I wonder what kind of doctors they have that can make such a conclusion so quickly. They’re definitely being overprotective there.”
“Overprotective or is there something bigger at play?” There was a small part of me that was already feeling as if there was something weird going on. “Then again… the MRI results…”
My doctor shook her head again.
“Nothing…” she showed me the imaging that indicated there was no structural damage to my ankle at all, no breaks, no internal bruising, nothing. “You’re going to be sore for a day or two perhaps, but there’s nothing there.”
“Not even an external bruise…” I added.
“Would you mind standing for me?” she asked me. I nodded as I slid off the table I was sitting on as gently as I could. I didn’t wince once I carefully landed on my feet and I was standing just fine without so much a wince, an “ouch” or anything that would indicate any sort of pain. “That didn’t hurt?”
I shook my head.
“Walk a little bit…” she requested. I obliged with this request. I walked to the opposite wall and back, again showing no ill effects of what happened.
“I feel just fine…”
“Mind doing a jump?”
“How high?” I said with a laugh. I completed a jump and I landed fine, even if I did wince upon landing. There was a small twinge of pain, but nothing that had me losing my balance or falling on the floor.
“I would recommend taking things easy today, but aside from that you’re just fine. There’s nothing wrong with you at all. The MRI’s came back good. You didn’t report any major pain. I mean, it goes without saying you can go to HRW in a couple of days and wrestle perfectly fine barring any further injury.”
“So, I can be cleared for that HOW show, right?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I don’t have the authority to overrule a place of employment. Besides, even if I did, they’ve already moved ahead with booking the event without you.”
Hearing those words angered me and all I could think about at this point was that piece of shit Diaz hurting my ankle in the first place. I hadn’t yet had a real crack at facing him one on one and I wouldn’t for a while. But you can bet that when I got that crack, I was definitely not forgetting about it…
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FRIDAY… (CAMERA: ON)
The show cuts to Myra Rivers backstage as she watches the very match that she won to become the number one contender to the Civil Championship. She also watches the assault that took place by Diaz that resulted in her ankle being injured and also resulted in her being on the shelf even though there was no reason for her to be. Once Myra sees the footage, she is quick to shut it off and begin to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: I don’t forget so easily Diaz…
Myra narrows her eyes with anger as she recalls what she just saw.
Myra Rivers: I am going to be bold and brash when I say this but this whole thing… this cat and mouse BULLSHIT with the Civil Championship… it started with you! I don’t generally ask ‘what if’ questions, but I’m going to ask one here. What if you never assaulted me that night? That’s a fucking easy answer. I’d be standing here today with the Civil Championship around my waist. I would’ve had my chance against Bianca Page two weeks from that night instead of having to wait a little longer. Veronica Taylor wasn’t even in the company at that time so in that case? There’s no special referee nonsense had my match with her happened two weeks after the fact. And with that being said? I KNOW I would’ve won that match. Bianca Page has NOT and WILL NOT prove that she’s a better wrestler than me because the only way she can beat me is if there are people in her back pocket OR if there are other obstacles that I have to overcome along the way. I know she’s a wrestler that I can beat in my sleep when all the cards are on the proper table.
YOU were the one that started this whole thing when you went ‘sore loser’ on me and assaulted me. I’m not going to go as far as saying you’re in cahoots with anyone, but damn… I definitely feel like if it wasn’t for you, I could’ve avoided the whole gauntlet of bullshit that I’ve had to endure since then. Does that make you happy, Diaz? Does it make you jerk the fuck off knowing that I’m not Civil Champion right now because of you? Well sorry Diaz, but when it’s all said and done, you won’t be capable of jerking off to ANYTHING because I WILL have my revenge at the end of the day. This revenge isn’t something that’s a one day thing. No, I’m having my cake and I’m eating it too. Call it the Myra Rivers Rebellious Revenge Tour and you just happen to be the first stop along that tour. You’re someone that can’t handle the heat. You’re someone that can’t handle when things go your way. You’re someone that won’t accept the fact that you don’t carry the passion for this business that your talent dictates. The fact is, Diaz, had you put far more effort into your craft then you do womanizing plastic Barbie doll basic bitches on Twitter, maybe you’d be a consistent contender and maybe, just maybe, you’d be a champion in your own right.
Don’t blame ME for your problems, your shortcomings or your failures because at the end of the day, you make your own path in this business. People like you want to lay blame on everyone else and act like the victim. You think I’ve done that? Because what I’ve done since then proves that I am capable of creating my own path. I didn’t give up after the Vanessa Page screwjob. I didn’t give up after the four way. I didn’t give a damn about the risks involved, I went into that House of Keys match and I did what I had to do to get another shot!
Myra takes a pause as she brings the “key” that she won that night into view.
Myra Rivers: THIS is something that represents what I am about. THIS is my key to success here. This is why I’ve been successful as I’ve been up to this point in spite of the bullshit obstacles thrown my way, in spite of the crap that Sebastian is doing around here, despite the fact that he bends the knee so easily to plastic, basic bitches like Veronica Taylor. Sebastian is the cause for so much unnecessary chaos that goes on around here… including you attacking me and hurting my ankle. Did he put you up to that, Diaz? I’d like to know that. But either way? Whether I get that answer out of you or not… or hell… even if he didn’t…
I AM going to get my revenge on anyone that stands in my way…
And I WILL become the Civil Champion!
Try and stop me now, you sorry sack of wannabe womanizing SHIT!
Myra leaves with nothing but anger flowing through her as the scene cuts out.
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The following morning… (OFF CAMERA)
The revenge on Diaz was sweet… and yet, things still weren’t feeling right…
“I think he did put Diaz up to it…” my sister Adrianna said when I reconvened with her back in Miami. Adrianna minced words less than I did. If you thought I didn’t have a filter, my baby sis certainly had less of one. “Everything just feels so weird. I mean think about it. You won the title shot, right? You were going to get your shot at Bianca Page two weeks after that, then he does what he did to you, you’re ‘taken out’, then you’re not cleared when you clearly weren’t seriously injured and by the time you are ‘cleared’, Veronica Taylor exists. Now he says he’s going to look into taking that key from you?”
I wasn’t thrilled with Sebastian, there was no denying that.
“What the fuck does he see in those two basic bitches anyway?” Adrianna asks, referring to Bianca and Veronica. “One is a protected champion who has Sebastian in her back pocket and the other one is literally the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen in my life who ran away from one of her previous companies after Chelsea LeClair was beating her ass up and down Sin City Underground.”
“Promoters like what they like…” I said with a sigh. “I personally don’t care about magazine covers or anything like that. But seriously? She just hands Bianca and Veronica everything that they want and it is rather disgusting. You know what I think it is? I think they’re threatened by me, all of them. Sebastian? Veronica? Bianca? All threatened by me. Or hell, maybe Sebastian decided Bianca was going to be his golden girl and it’s not personal toward ME… he just wants to protect someone that he invested far too much into…”
“It makes sense, but I’m still sticking with my theory. It all falls together TOO well! Maybe it’s Diaz that he wanted to get the shot to begin with. I bet he thought… or HOPED… that Diaz would sprain or even break your ankle. I wouldn’t be shocked if he put some sort of hit on you to stall you until Veronica came aboard. I don’t like to dive into conspiracy theories there, but everything that has happened to you regarding the Civil title just falls far too much into place for it to be all a coincidence.”
“I WANT IT to be a coincidence though. I WANT to think that there is no conspiracy or some sort of backwards plot whether that plot is personal toward me or not…”
“Whether it is or it isn’t, you have to face the facts that you’re in Bianca’s way… and as long as you’re in Bianca’s way, this is going to be an uphill battle. I worry about you, Myra. You’re fighting this… war… and the numbers are stacked against you. This is not a good spot for you to be in right now. This can escalate really quickly. For all we know, he might just send someone to break your damn ankle…”
“We don’t KNOW if it’s some sort of meticulous plot for sure…” I reminded her. “...but what am I supposed to do? Just back down and move on? Am I just supposed to accept the fact that things are the way they are and that there’s no way I can fix them? I already did that earlier this year when I left that other Vegas company for HOW and HRW…”
“Which are coincidentally both Vegas-based… but go off…”
“When I made my career move months ago, I did it because I knew it was best for me. I knew that I didn’t have a place there anymore and that I was always going to be seen as “second best”, or a “bridesmaid” or the gatekeeper to the main event players that they WANTED to have over there. It hurt my pride a bit to come to that conclusion, but I’m not going to lose hope here. I can turn this around, I WILL turn this around and I HAVE turned around worse situations than this. YOU should know that more than anyone. Remember 12 months ago? When I came the closest to being done with this business? You know how I was supposed to ‘never be enough’ and how I ‘peaked’ and all that other empty crap empty bitches tried to feed me?
“Of course. Myra, that was incredibly difficult for you to overcome.”
“But did I NOT?”
“You did…”
“Did I not overcome a similar, if not WORSE situation, five years ago in the worst company I ever wrestled for? That company nearly took my passion away from me. I had never been so miserable in any wrestling company. They had their favorites, no doubt about that. Politics in wrestling are pretty ridiculous. But they didn’t kill my career and I pulled through that too. I know this seems like a lot, but this is something that I know I can handle. Sebastian isn’t going to like it, but I don’t care if his feelings get hurt. I’m beating his precious Bianca one way or another… even if it kills me… even if I snap my ankle or an Achilles tendon in the process… end up with a 24 hour reign due to injury… and I can never wrestle again. It’s worth it for me, Adri. I’ll figure this out… I always do…”
“For sure…” Adrianna sighs. “I just wish it wasn’t so over the top with how uphill of a battle this is…
“You and me both…” I said with a sigh. “But I know I’ll figure this out…”
There certainly was plenty to think about as I moved along with my weekend…
It was the afternoon after I had won that four way match to become the number one contender to the Civil Championship in House of Wrestling. There was some controversy as I was looking over a notice from their medical staff where I was told I wasn’t going to compete in two weeks while I was awaiting an MRI. My right ankle felt sore, but otherwise felt fine. I was in a tennis outfit ready to at least head to the courts to coach my daughter for a practice with said ankle already taped up. My doctor came in and she was pretty confused… as was I as I didn’t know whether I should be worried or not.
“You said that you were denied the opportunity to compete last night?”
“Read the notice…” I said as I handed it to her. My doctor shook her head, not believing what she was seeing. “It was literally a couple of hours after I had that match, after that son of a bitch hurt my ankle, where I told I wasn’t going to be cleared for two weeks from now.”
“I wonder what kind of doctors they have that can make such a conclusion so quickly. They’re definitely being overprotective there.”
“Overprotective or is there something bigger at play?” There was a small part of me that was already feeling as if there was something weird going on. “Then again… the MRI results…”
My doctor shook her head again.
“Nothing…” she showed me the imaging that indicated there was no structural damage to my ankle at all, no breaks, no internal bruising, nothing. “You’re going to be sore for a day or two perhaps, but there’s nothing there.”
“Not even an external bruise…” I added.
“Would you mind standing for me?” she asked me. I nodded as I slid off the table I was sitting on as gently as I could. I didn’t wince once I carefully landed on my feet and I was standing just fine without so much a wince, an “ouch” or anything that would indicate any sort of pain. “That didn’t hurt?”
I shook my head.
“Walk a little bit…” she requested. I obliged with this request. I walked to the opposite wall and back, again showing no ill effects of what happened.
“I feel just fine…”
“Mind doing a jump?”
“How high?” I said with a laugh. I completed a jump and I landed fine, even if I did wince upon landing. There was a small twinge of pain, but nothing that had me losing my balance or falling on the floor.
“I would recommend taking things easy today, but aside from that you’re just fine. There’s nothing wrong with you at all. The MRI’s came back good. You didn’t report any major pain. I mean, it goes without saying you can go to HRW in a couple of days and wrestle perfectly fine barring any further injury.”
“So, I can be cleared for that HOW show, right?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I don’t have the authority to overrule a place of employment. Besides, even if I did, they’ve already moved ahead with booking the event without you.”
Hearing those words angered me and all I could think about at this point was that piece of shit Diaz hurting my ankle in the first place. I hadn’t yet had a real crack at facing him one on one and I wouldn’t for a while. But you can bet that when I got that crack, I was definitely not forgetting about it…
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FRIDAY… (CAMERA: ON)
The show cuts to Myra Rivers backstage as she watches the very match that she won to become the number one contender to the Civil Championship. She also watches the assault that took place by Diaz that resulted in her ankle being injured and also resulted in her being on the shelf even though there was no reason for her to be. Once Myra sees the footage, she is quick to shut it off and begin to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: I don’t forget so easily Diaz…
Myra narrows her eyes with anger as she recalls what she just saw.
Myra Rivers: I am going to be bold and brash when I say this but this whole thing… this cat and mouse BULLSHIT with the Civil Championship… it started with you! I don’t generally ask ‘what if’ questions, but I’m going to ask one here. What if you never assaulted me that night? That’s a fucking easy answer. I’d be standing here today with the Civil Championship around my waist. I would’ve had my chance against Bianca Page two weeks from that night instead of having to wait a little longer. Veronica Taylor wasn’t even in the company at that time so in that case? There’s no special referee nonsense had my match with her happened two weeks after the fact. And with that being said? I KNOW I would’ve won that match. Bianca Page has NOT and WILL NOT prove that she’s a better wrestler than me because the only way she can beat me is if there are people in her back pocket OR if there are other obstacles that I have to overcome along the way. I know she’s a wrestler that I can beat in my sleep when all the cards are on the proper table.
YOU were the one that started this whole thing when you went ‘sore loser’ on me and assaulted me. I’m not going to go as far as saying you’re in cahoots with anyone, but damn… I definitely feel like if it wasn’t for you, I could’ve avoided the whole gauntlet of bullshit that I’ve had to endure since then. Does that make you happy, Diaz? Does it make you jerk the fuck off knowing that I’m not Civil Champion right now because of you? Well sorry Diaz, but when it’s all said and done, you won’t be capable of jerking off to ANYTHING because I WILL have my revenge at the end of the day. This revenge isn’t something that’s a one day thing. No, I’m having my cake and I’m eating it too. Call it the Myra Rivers Rebellious Revenge Tour and you just happen to be the first stop along that tour. You’re someone that can’t handle the heat. You’re someone that can’t handle when things go your way. You’re someone that won’t accept the fact that you don’t carry the passion for this business that your talent dictates. The fact is, Diaz, had you put far more effort into your craft then you do womanizing plastic Barbie doll basic bitches on Twitter, maybe you’d be a consistent contender and maybe, just maybe, you’d be a champion in your own right.
Don’t blame ME for your problems, your shortcomings or your failures because at the end of the day, you make your own path in this business. People like you want to lay blame on everyone else and act like the victim. You think I’ve done that? Because what I’ve done since then proves that I am capable of creating my own path. I didn’t give up after the Vanessa Page screwjob. I didn’t give up after the four way. I didn’t give a damn about the risks involved, I went into that House of Keys match and I did what I had to do to get another shot!
Myra takes a pause as she brings the “key” that she won that night into view.
Myra Rivers: THIS is something that represents what I am about. THIS is my key to success here. This is why I’ve been successful as I’ve been up to this point in spite of the bullshit obstacles thrown my way, in spite of the crap that Sebastian is doing around here, despite the fact that he bends the knee so easily to plastic, basic bitches like Veronica Taylor. Sebastian is the cause for so much unnecessary chaos that goes on around here… including you attacking me and hurting my ankle. Did he put you up to that, Diaz? I’d like to know that. But either way? Whether I get that answer out of you or not… or hell… even if he didn’t…
I AM going to get my revenge on anyone that stands in my way…
And I WILL become the Civil Champion!
Try and stop me now, you sorry sack of wannabe womanizing SHIT!
Myra leaves with nothing but anger flowing through her as the scene cuts out.
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The following morning… (OFF CAMERA)
The revenge on Diaz was sweet… and yet, things still weren’t feeling right…
“I think he did put Diaz up to it…” my sister Adrianna said when I reconvened with her back in Miami. Adrianna minced words less than I did. If you thought I didn’t have a filter, my baby sis certainly had less of one. “Everything just feels so weird. I mean think about it. You won the title shot, right? You were going to get your shot at Bianca Page two weeks after that, then he does what he did to you, you’re ‘taken out’, then you’re not cleared when you clearly weren’t seriously injured and by the time you are ‘cleared’, Veronica Taylor exists. Now he says he’s going to look into taking that key from you?”
I wasn’t thrilled with Sebastian, there was no denying that.
“What the fuck does he see in those two basic bitches anyway?” Adrianna asks, referring to Bianca and Veronica. “One is a protected champion who has Sebastian in her back pocket and the other one is literally the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen in my life who ran away from one of her previous companies after Chelsea LeClair was beating her ass up and down Sin City Underground.”
“Promoters like what they like…” I said with a sigh. “I personally don’t care about magazine covers or anything like that. But seriously? She just hands Bianca and Veronica everything that they want and it is rather disgusting. You know what I think it is? I think they’re threatened by me, all of them. Sebastian? Veronica? Bianca? All threatened by me. Or hell, maybe Sebastian decided Bianca was going to be his golden girl and it’s not personal toward ME… he just wants to protect someone that he invested far too much into…”
“It makes sense, but I’m still sticking with my theory. It all falls together TOO well! Maybe it’s Diaz that he wanted to get the shot to begin with. I bet he thought… or HOPED… that Diaz would sprain or even break your ankle. I wouldn’t be shocked if he put some sort of hit on you to stall you until Veronica came aboard. I don’t like to dive into conspiracy theories there, but everything that has happened to you regarding the Civil title just falls far too much into place for it to be all a coincidence.”
“I WANT IT to be a coincidence though. I WANT to think that there is no conspiracy or some sort of backwards plot whether that plot is personal toward me or not…”
“Whether it is or it isn’t, you have to face the facts that you’re in Bianca’s way… and as long as you’re in Bianca’s way, this is going to be an uphill battle. I worry about you, Myra. You’re fighting this… war… and the numbers are stacked against you. This is not a good spot for you to be in right now. This can escalate really quickly. For all we know, he might just send someone to break your damn ankle…”
“We don’t KNOW if it’s some sort of meticulous plot for sure…” I reminded her. “...but what am I supposed to do? Just back down and move on? Am I just supposed to accept the fact that things are the way they are and that there’s no way I can fix them? I already did that earlier this year when I left that other Vegas company for HOW and HRW…”
“Which are coincidentally both Vegas-based… but go off…”
“When I made my career move months ago, I did it because I knew it was best for me. I knew that I didn’t have a place there anymore and that I was always going to be seen as “second best”, or a “bridesmaid” or the gatekeeper to the main event players that they WANTED to have over there. It hurt my pride a bit to come to that conclusion, but I’m not going to lose hope here. I can turn this around, I WILL turn this around and I HAVE turned around worse situations than this. YOU should know that more than anyone. Remember 12 months ago? When I came the closest to being done with this business? You know how I was supposed to ‘never be enough’ and how I ‘peaked’ and all that other empty crap empty bitches tried to feed me?
“Of course. Myra, that was incredibly difficult for you to overcome.”
“But did I NOT?”
“You did…”
“Did I not overcome a similar, if not WORSE situation, five years ago in the worst company I ever wrestled for? That company nearly took my passion away from me. I had never been so miserable in any wrestling company. They had their favorites, no doubt about that. Politics in wrestling are pretty ridiculous. But they didn’t kill my career and I pulled through that too. I know this seems like a lot, but this is something that I know I can handle. Sebastian isn’t going to like it, but I don’t care if his feelings get hurt. I’m beating his precious Bianca one way or another… even if it kills me… even if I snap my ankle or an Achilles tendon in the process… end up with a 24 hour reign due to injury… and I can never wrestle again. It’s worth it for me, Adri. I’ll figure this out… I always do…”
“For sure…” Adrianna sighs. “I just wish it wasn’t so over the top with how uphill of a battle this is…
“You and me both…” I said with a sigh. “But I know I’ll figure this out…”
There certainly was plenty to think about as I moved along with my weekend…