Brooke Wylde walks around backstage moments after the beat down she and Brooke Fairchild put on Alicia Vitarelli.
I come walking up to Brooke, looking angry.
“Listen, Brooke, I don’t know what your problem with Alicia is, but it’s got to stop. I'll give you one more match against Alicia. No matter what, all problems stop after this match, do I make myself clear, Brooke?”
“Yeah, you’re clear, boss man.” Brooke says, looking pissed off.
“Be here on Friday night, we’ll have a press conference and a contract signing, the match will be the next night. Failure to show up and you’ll be suspended. Am I clear?”
“I already told you, you’re clear.”
“Good, after this you’ll never face Alicia again.” I say, walking away.
Friday night came quicker than I expected.
I stand backstage with Alicia at my side.
“I need to go out there.” I say to her, giving her one last kiss before leaving.
Ring announcer Karen Rogers steps up to the podium.
“Ladies & gentlemen! Welcome to the press conference for tomorrow nights main event, it’ll be for the FightGirl championship, and it’ll be between champion Alicia Vitarelli and challenger Brooke Wylde. This will also be the 4th & final meeting in this historic rivalry.
“Without further delay, let’s start with the contract signing...please welcome, from Los Angeles, California...Brooke Wylde.”
Brooke comes walking out wearing a hot pink form fitting dress and matching heels. She glares right me as she signs her name to the contract.
“Next...the champion, from Long Island, New York, she is the reigning, defending FightGirl champion...Alicia Vitarelli.”
Immediately, as soon as Alicia walks out, her and Brooke have to be separated.
Alicia comes out wear a teal colored camisole, darm blue jeans, and teal colored heels.
She signs her name to the contract, not taking her eyes off of Brooke.
I try to stand in between them both for the stare down.
Brooke shoves Alicia and a brawl almost breaks.
“That’s it, Steve, protect your little girlfriend. She can’t stand up for herself without you having her back.” Brooke yells.
Alicia throws a punch, which connects with Brooke’s face, just under her left eye.
Again, I come in between them both, and I catch a straight right to the face from Brooke.
Finally, security rushes the stage, about 5 minutes later order is restored. And both women take their seats for the press conference.
“Ok, if we can have a sense of decorum now, ladies. Brooke, first question is for you. Is it true that you only requested this match so you could win Steve back?”
Brooke actually begins laughing.
“I don’t want Steve back. I asked for this match because I want to prove to him what a shallow cunt Alicia is. I mean look at how she hides behind his back. She’s supposed to be a champion, give me a fucking break.”
“Alicia, care to respond?”
“I hide behind his back? I’m a former 2 time WEC American champion, I’m a former 2 time, about to be 3 time WEC World champion, I’m the current FightGirl champion, which by the way, I beat the toughest woman in the WEC for this title. But, of course, I hide behind my boyfriends back, and I’m a shallow cunt...I think you should give us a break, Brooke.”
This causes Brooke to come out of her seat, but thankfully security is already out there on the stage.
“Alicia, next question is for you. How much do you think your relationship with Steve has impacted your career in the WEC?”
“Are you serious? Look, we didn’t start dating till recently, and before that we were good friends. Look, everything I got, I earned, I started as the backstage interviewer. If it wasn’t for the fact that I got attacked backstage, I wouldn’t even be an in-ring competitor today. My relationship with Steve has zero impact.”
“Tell that to your husband.” Brooke says.
This brings Alicia out of her seat, and again a brawl almost breaks out.
“Brooke, last question is for you. Are you jealous that Steve is now Alicia’s boyfriend instead of yours?”
Again, Brooke begins laughing.
“It’s true, before that triple threat match, Steve was my boyfriend. But, seeing the way he ran to the ring after the match to check on his precious Alicia. Those two deserve each other. But, Steve, a word to the wise, she’s cheating on her husband with you, she’ll cheat on you too. And I won’t take your sorry ass back, Ivanna won’t take you back either. I made it the stipulation that if I win he becomes my boyfriend again. Honestly, after the way he ran to the ring to check on Alicia. I just want to keep them two apart. And, Alicia...you’re still a shallow cunt.”
This causes Alicia to jump over the table and attack Brooke. Security is quick to jump in, but several punches were thrown.
Once order is restored, Karen Rogers comes back on stage.
“Please join us tomorrow night for this exciting main event.”
The WEC Arena is once again filled to capacity.
Both Alicia & Brooke are in their respective locker rooms getting ready.
Tabitha Bolin is backstage now with the challenger, Brooke Wylde.
“Brooke, you kept using a rather unflattering term to describe Alicia Vitarelli...”
“A shallow cunt! You can say it, Tabitha. I called her a shallow cunt.”
“Ok...you called her a...shallow...cunt. Why do you have such hatred for Alicia?”
“Have you ever had your boyfriend stolen? And you look at the bitch, and you ask yourself: ‘What does he see in her?’ I’ve been asking myself that since the triple threat match, when my boyfriend ran to the ring to rescue that shallow cunt, Alicia. Steve, listen to me and listen good. Before Alicia leaves her locker room, you better kiss, squeeze her tits and her ass one last time. Because when I’m done with her, you two will be broken up. And no woman will want you ever again, Steve.” Brooke says, walking away.
Brooke goes walking to the ring wearing a teal and black bra and matching panties.
Tabitha is now standing by backstage with the champion, Alicia Vitarelli.
“Alicia, you’ve really gotten under the skin of Brooke Wylde. Tell me, what’s going through your mind?”
“Keeping my boyfriend for starters. Brooke, you can call me all the names you want. The bottom line is this, I make Steve happier than he’s ever been. Get ready to have your ass kicked...again.” Alicia says, walking away.
Before Alicia can walk to the ring, I make my way down and stand in a neutral corner.
Finally, Alicia makes her way to the ring, wearing a yellow floral print bra and matching panties.
As soon as Alicia enters the ring, Brooke attacks, kicking Alicia hard in the cunt.
Alicia drops to her knees in pain.
Brooke picks Alicia up by the hair and shoves her in the corner and raises her foot to choke Alicia.
Brooke lowers her foot and Alicia crumbles to a seated position in the corner. Alicia begins coughing and gasping for air.
Brooke starts getting angry because the crowd is chanting for Alicia.
She picks Alicia up by the hair and stands her in the corner and just delivers several hard forearm shots to Alicia’s stomach.
Alicia begins fighting back though, giving Brooke a hard clothesline out of the corner.
Alicia now gets on top of Brooke and begins choking her, bouncing her head off the mat.
Brooke somehow manages to shove Alicia off of her. But Alicia is right back on the attack.
She grabs two handfuls of Brookes hair and throws her across the ring.
She now sits Brooke in the corner, with her legs open and does a sliding dropkick right into Brooke’s crotch.
“I think it’s time to finish you off.” Alicia yells, rolling out of the ring to get a steel chair.
Alicia places the chair in the middle of the ring, and gives Brooke a Cali Bomb, driving her face first into the chair, knocking her out cold.
Alicia places her foot on Brooke’s chest as the referee counts to three.
Your winner, and still FightGirl champion...Alicia Vitarelli.
I climb in the ring and hug Alicia. I even make sure to give her a kiss.
Alicia & I pose over Brooke’s body for several long minutes.
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