WOTW | JOHANNA KRIEGER vs CAMILA ABRINES

The scene opens up to Camila Abrines standing outside of the dojo ran by Flex Johnson and Blyss Lockhart, the place Cami learned to become the wrestler that she is today. Her hands are tucked into her pockets as she looks back at the gym and smiles. She glances back at the camera and grins as she walks towards it.

“Sometimes, you need to get back to basics to center yourself. My first match in Battleground was a big deal to me and I thought that I had a new tag team partner that would have my back for as long as I could imagine. It turns out, Rachelle decided to flake out after that first loss. Seems like she was all talk and couldn’t cut it like she pretended she could. She held onto the fact that she blindsided Kaelan Laughlin like it was some golden achievement but you know what I think about that? It’s fucking stupid. But me? I’m a legitimate accomplished wrestler.”

“Like I’ve told you all before, I’m a former Tag Team Champion and a former Television Champion but here’s the kicker, I held both at the same time. So, while I might have showed up to Battleground to be a tag team wrestler? I’ve decided to stay as a singles competitor while Rachelle decided to take her ball and go home.”

Camila shrugs as she places a hand on the dojo behind her and taps it with her palm.

“The only home I decided to go to was here. Flex and Blyss are two legendary wrestlers; both holding a multitude of championships and wrestling knowledge. Blyss was just recently the In Your House Champion recently, and so you can see that I learned from the best. I came back here the last few weeks to get my head straight, to prepare for the next challenge that Battleground throws my way. Let me tell you something, I’m more than prepared. I’m ready for whatever challenge is thrown may way, it doesn’t matter if it’s the Hellcats again or someone else! I’m ready for all comers!

“But will they be ready for me? I might seem like an adorable little girl to most of you but behind these dark eyes of mine? There’s something sinister, and when that bell rings? I let it all out. I’ll unleash it on whoever stands in my way. It might not have been enough to take down Ana and Lisa a few weeks ago but how about now? Is it enough for my new opponent? I think it is… No, I know it is. You don’t stand a chance, Krieger.”

Camila grins as she steps towards the camera, her dark eyes not moving away from it, as she wants those watching to understand just how serious she takes this match.

“Lucky me, I get to fight little miss cry baby, Johanna Krieger. You try to be intimidating with your steampunk look or whatever it is you’re trying to pull off, as if you’re something out of the video game Borderlands. But to me, all you look like is a fucking piss baby clown. Why do I call you a piss baby? It’s simple, really. I watched your last match and the promo that went along with it. You cried about how you signed up here to fight the likes of Cyrus Riddle, Elena DeDraca, Finn Whelan and even that slimeball that is Mikey Svarro. But they’re all gone and you’re crying about it. Boo-hoo, I am Johanna and I am sad!”

She rubs her fists up against her she’s as if she’s crying before laughing and continuing on.

“You have to make the best of your circumstances instead of complaining about them. I was here for different reasons as well but now? My goals and aspirations have changed. Forget the tag division, I want to conquer the singles roster. I wasn’t just made to be a tag competitor, no, I am just as good on my own as I am with someone else. What about you, Johanna? What are your goals? You came here to fight certain people but now they’re gone. You probably think I’m not worthy of your time, do you?”

“I mean, you were trained by Sonja Jones, so obviously you have some kind of pedigree, right? Way above mine, right?”

Camila cups her mouth as tries not to laugh, but she can’t help it as she bursts out into laughter and rolls her eyes.

“Nobody gives a fuck about Sonja Jones, who’s only relevancy is being married to Alex Jones, who’s also only relevant for being a champion in WWH, NGW and Honor Wrestling, the three biggest laughing stocks in all of wrestling. Some background you have there, Johanna. You have no ground to stand on, really, and the people who’ve helped make you the person you are? They aren’t shit either. So I’ll take you and your legacy and I’ll stomp them right into the fucking ground.”

“The thing is though, the people who represent you can only lift you up so far before you have to lift up yourself. I’ve made a name for myself in every company I’ve been in. It won’t be any different here in Union Battleground, either. I won’t let someone like you get in my way, some little Mad Max looking try hard. You might have had some success here before but I’m not like the others. My drive? My focus? It’s unmatched when I have my eyes set on a target. Add all of that in with my bloodlust?”

Camila holds out her palm before squeezing it into a closed fist, as if she’s crushing something.

“Then there is no stopping me from crushing your dreams. You see, I don’t just do this for me, Johanna, I do this to provide for my family as well. Years ago, when I was only fifteen years old, they were taken from me, deported back home to Spain because they were living here illegally. I don’t just fight to make a name for myself and for my passion for wrestling, but I fight to bring my family back to me, back to where they belong. What is it that you fight for, Jo?”

“As far as I can tell, you show up to places to fight certain people, it’s why you showed up here. So what drive do you have now that the people you wanted to fight have gone away? What is it that makes you want to beat me? To put me down? That’s it, it’s nothing. You have nothing to hold onto besides other people, when your focus should be on me and whoever else Union decides to throw at you. But all of that is far too hard for someone like you, right? A person with no brain. You’re a fucking Neanderthal and you don’t belong in the ring with me.”

“That doesn’t mean that I won’t put you down like the mentally challenged dog that you are. Oh no, I will take great pleasure in decimating you, limb by limb, before I pin your shoulders to the mat. This means everything to me, and it’s why I won’t and can’t lose. But you? You’re distracted, probably even confused as to what you’re doing and what your goals are. Maybe I’ll do you a favor and knock some sense into you when I kick your head clean off your shoulders or maybe I won’t, maybe I’ll end your career.”

A devilish smirk crosses over her face as she shrugs her shoulders. She lets her statements sink in before she leans down, looking directly into the camera lense as she speaks.

“Those are just maybes though. I do have one fact for you, chica, and that’s that I will win. There is not one doubt in my mind about it, that you can’t fucking handle me. I won’t just beat you out there, but I will outclass you and embarrass you and show you why you’re not ready for Union Battleground. Most of all? I’ll be showing the world why all of Battleground isn’t ready for me, Camila Abrines.”

Cami leans back and smiles widely as her demeanor changes onto a happier one. She gives the camera a wave goodbye before turning around and heading back into the dojo before the scene cuts away.