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August 10, 2019
Victoria: Wow…
Victoria is an awe at the sight of a familiar number… that of “608”.
Victoria: I never thought I would see my old dorm room again…
Mr. Holliday is with her, with the key to said room.
Mr. Holliday: Yes… and believe it or not, nobody has occupied this room in about seven years.
Victoria: Really? Why’s that?
Mr. Holliday: It was retired in your honor, that’s why.
Victoria: What about Trinity?
The two exchange a laugh at the mention of Victoria’s old roommate.
Mr. Holliday: As it happens with our room randomizing system that we had, you two could have never been more opposite. On one hand, there was you… then a quiet, shy type… and then you had her… very charismatic… very confident…
Victoria: More like obnoxious…
Victoria rolls her eyes.
Mr. Holliday unlocks and opens the door to the dorm room. Victoria notices some signs of dusting but nothing too overwhelming as she sits down on the very bed she slept on most nights during her time at the Seattle Wrestling Academy.
Victoria: I didn’t exactly have the greatest roommate ever. Trinity… god, what bitch she was…
Mr. Holliday: Can you believe that when you went mainstream, she was giving you advice and trying to guide you?
Victoria: ...I’d rather forget that because then I remember that her brother was my first boyfriend. Still… that girl always did something to try to get in my way…
Victoria reflects on this part of her time at the Academy…
FLASHBACK: November 20, 2007
A 19-year-old Victoria is looking quite jittery and nervous, as per usual during this time of her life as she’s dressed up for her next day of training. By this point, she’s been in the academy for six months and has been on local wrestling television for about a month as a preppy cheerleader character but this day above all else turned out to be her most stressful day so far. She’s in the bathroom, door wide open, as she looks at herself in the mirror.
Victoria: You’ll be fine… you’ll be okay… it’s just another day… nothing to worry about… just another day…
Voice: GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!?!?!?!
A conceited young lady about Victoria’s age, and her roommate, Trinity Williams walks into the bathroom.
Victoria: Tuesday… I know…
Trinity: It’s CUT DAY!!!!!!!!!
Victoria: Why do you sound so happy?
Trinity: First off, I know I’M not getting cut! I’m the best damn student in our class… DUH! I mean… NOBODY has more of a personality than ME and so… I’m DESTINED to be a big star, you know? I’m safe. What about you?
Victoria: ...um… I don’t know…
Trinity: I’m hearing rumors that you’re on the chopping block, cheerleader.
Victoria: I am?
Trinity nods.
Trinity: I HOPE it doesn’t happen to you, roomie but… let’s be real here… your cheerleader shtick SUCKS and the higher ups are noticing! I guess getting on local TV so fast wasn’t such a good thing after all.
Victoria: ...no… I guess not…
Trinity: PLUS, I get to watch SO many people CRY their little eyes out at their dreams being SHATTERED! OH… that’s the BEST part!
Victoria: You actually get a thrill out of seeing other people fail? Trinity, that’s cruel!
Trinity: It’s not my fault they can’t hack it. Happy Cut Day, Icky Vicky!
Victoria cringes at the sudden mention of the horrid nickname she was bullied with during her teenage years as Trinity sneers at her and walks away.
Victoria: I don’t understand… why would they cut me already? Did I do something wrong? Did this whole cheerleader thing… did they give that to me so I could fail? What if they were setting me up to get rid of me because they don’t like me?
Victoria’s eyes fill up with worried cheers…
Victoria: No… I don’t want to go back to Montana…
She lets out a sigh.
Victoria: I guess it’s time to face the music… and maybe get a head start on packing my bags…
Victoria sighs again as she leaves the bathroom.
One hour later…
Victoria is in a line of the thirty students that are part of her training class down at the main gym. She and Trinity are standing next to each other and she can only cringe with nervousness especially when Trinity is looking extremely arrogant and assured that she’s not going to get cut. Of course, this nervousness only gets worse when Shawn Riley, Mr. Holliday’s right hand man, walks in with a sheet of paper in his hands and with a smirk on his face… almost as if he ENJOYS this part of the process. He stands in front of the line of fifty and begins to speak.
Mr. Riley: Good morning. In my hand, I have a list… of Mr. Holliday’s decisions of all of your fates. Ten of you are going to be extremely lucky people, that’s because if you are one of the lucky ten, you’re going to start WRESTLING on local television with our partners in Elite Seattle Wrestling. If you receive the coveted Rank S designation, you’re on your way to bigger things. Rank A… well… you won’t be as fortunate. The 10 of you that get this rank… your dream is still alive… but you will be further trained and you’ll still be vulnerable in our next round of cuts four months from now. And… 10 of you… you’ll get the dreaded Rank F… as in FAILURE… which most of you are going to be to begin with… BUT… for 10 of you… you’re DONE! You get to go back home to have one HAPPY Thanksgiving with your parents that regret procreating you…
Victoria: Don’t cut me… don’t cut me…
Trinity: You’re so getting cut. I will gladly await my Rank S promotion!
Mr. Riley: Now that we’ve got that out of the way… will Michael Xavier please step forward?
Victoria watches with nervousness as Michael walks up to Mr. Riley.
Mr. Riley: Michael…
Michael: Yes?
Mr. Riley: You are absolute shit, you know that?
Michael: ...well…
Mr. Riley: YOU NEARLY KILLED SOMEONE IN YOUR LAST PRACTICE MATCH, YOU DONKEY! How in the HELL do you fuck up a fucking LARIAT? My GOD, that’s a facial surgery out of Mr. Holliday’s pocket you dumbass! You’re a reckless piece of shit who clearly can’t wrestle to save his life… and as bad as you are in the ring, you’re somehow WORSE on the microphone. Why the FUCK would you compare your opponent to the fucking TRIX BUNNY?
Michael: ...because… uh… have you SEEN Tim? He LOOKS like a rabbit… silly rabbit… victories are for wrestlers!
Mr. Riley: How about… silly rabbit… wrestling is for TALENT?!?!?!
Michael: What?
Mr. Riley: YOU… HAVE… NO… TALENT! FUCK OFF!!!!! You’re CUT! RANK F! GET OUT OF HERE!
Michael is shaken.
Mr. Riley: GET OUT!!!!!!! And apologize to your mother for giving birth to you!
Michael Xavier runs out of the gym before he suffers a massive breakdown while Victoria’s eyes widen in shock… and in fear.
Mr. Riley: Americans… Trinity Williams… step forward.
Trinity does so with extreme confidence.
Trinity: I already know what the inevitable is so I look forward to wrestling in ESW.
Mr. Riley: Well, you’ll have to wait at least four more months for that.
Trinity: Excuse me?
Mr. Riley: You’re Rank A…
Trinity: WHAT? But… I’m the best student in this ENTIRE class!!! What do you mean I’m rank A? There must be some mistake…
Mr. Riley: Oh my GOD…
Trinity: I came to this academy with a PRECONCEIVED CHARACTER! I STOOD OUT from that alone! HOW can I be rank A? This is impossible!
Mr. Riley: Will you shut up?
Trinity: Mr. Riley, seriously…
Mr. Riley: SERIOUSLY, you bimbo, SHUT UP! Look… you’re very charismatic… you KNOW how to nail a promo. You’ve got one of the best stage presences I’ve ever seen. But… your wrestling Trinity… it’s fucking putrid!
Trinity’s jaw drops in shock.
Mr. Riley: I haven’t seen a match out of you that’s actually mediocre… let alone good. You know how to work a crowd, but for fuck’s sake… how are you going to do anything when you can’t fucking WRESTLE? You’re actually closer to a Rank F than you are a Rank S. Fuck off back in line, will you? You’re lucky that your stage presence saved you this time.
Trinity says nothing as she gets back in line.
Mr. Riley: Victoria Salinas…
Victoria bites her bottom lip and steps forward without Mr. Riley telling her to.
Mr. Riley: Mind doing a little pep rally for me, cheerleader?
Victoria: ...if you want me to… sure…
Mr. Riley: No, don’t. You won’t have to worry about doing that so much…
Victoria: Oh no…
Mr. Riley: Oh no? What do you MEAN “oh no”? You should be thrilled!
Victoria: I’m sorry, it sounded like you were about to cut me…
Mr. Riley: WHAT?
Victoria: “You won’t be doing that so much”... you know… the cheerleader thing…
Mr. Riley: Right… but that’s because you’ll be doing less cheering and more wrestling…
Victoria: Wait.. WHAT?
Mr. Riley: Congratulations, you’re a Rank S! You’ll still be doing the cheerleading stuff when you’re not wrestling, but you’ll be WRESTLING… in front of a LIVE CROWD…
Victoria: ...I… but… I heard that… that I was on the chopping block.
Mr. Riley: You’re not even CLOSE, Vicky! You are… without question… THE best wrestler in this class. You are, for my life savings, one of the most naturally gifted in-ring technicians I’ve seen in this school. For six months of training, you’re brilliant! You were clearly born to do this… but… for fuck’s sake missy, believe in yourself! That’s the only thing holding you back! It’s frustrating how someone so good can be so fragile! If you develop any confidence at all, you’re going to be a superstar… but if not… then being the Indy darling would be your ceiling and I’d hate to see that talent go to waste.
Tears of joy stream down Victoria’s eyes.
Victoria: Sorry… I just… I thought you hated me…
Mr. Riley: You CAN be annoying… you’re annoying me right now but… I know talent when I see it. Now, grow some confidence and get back in line, will you?
Victoria breathes a sigh of relief as she gets back in line. The first thing she notices is Trinity being really pissed off.
Trinity: Well look at YOU having MY spot…
Victoria says nothing.
Trinity: Bitch…
Back to the present day…
Mr. Holliday: So you were nervous the whole time because Trinity told you that you were on the chopping block?
Victoria: Yeah… turns out that she just told me that to unnerve me because she was jealous of me…
Mr. Holliday: Not once were you ever on the chopping block. You were just rough around the edges that’s all.
Victoria: Nineteen year old me was so much stronger than I ever gave her credit for… as for Trinity… well… karma’s a bitch…
FLASHBACK: March 26, 2008
Victoria, with her 20th birthday having passed 25 days prior is observing the next round of cuts from the training ring in the main gym. She’s feeling fine, knowing she’s safe. Trinity on the other hand…
Mr. Riley: Trinity Williams…
Trinity steps forward.
Trinity: I’m SURE that I’ve shown that I’m not Rank A anymore!
Mr. Riley: Yes… indeed! You truly HAVE shown that you’re not Rank A!
Trinity: GREAT!
Trinity flashes a smile on her face.
Mr. Riley: You’re Rank F!
And that smile disappears as Victoria smiles from a distance.
Trinity: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
Mr. Riley: You’ve actually gotten WORSE, you bimbo!
Trinity: FUCK YOU!
*SMACK*
Trinity: PIECE OF FUCKING TRASH!
Trinity tries to pounce on Mr. Riley as the other students step forward to pry her off of him.
Trinity: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!! I’M THE FUCKING BEST STUDENT THIS SCHOOL HAS SEEN!
Mr. Riley: Security…
Right on cue, security runs in and restrains Trinity all while Victoria is laughing.
Trinity: YOU DON’T KNOW REAL TALENT!
Mr. Riley: You’re not EVEN talent! Now drag this bimbo out of here and take her to whatever strip club she belongs to…
Trinity gets arrested by the security for the assault she committed before she gets dragged out of the gym.
Back to the present…
Victoria: It was a shame that it wasn’t the last I’d see of her…
Mr. Holliday: Yeah… ESW loved her charisma so much they signed her on as an interviewer…
Victoria: BUT… I ended up becoming SO much more!
Mr. Holliday: Exactly!
Victoria: Hey, do me a favor?
Mr. Holliday: Yes?
Victoria: I’d like some time to reflect… on my own…
Mr. Holliday: Sure thing!
He nods and leaves Victoria alone in her old dorm room. Lying back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling, with Millenium’s return show looming… she sighs and thinks back to that first match she had in front of a live audience… even if the audience was only about 30 people.
December 7, 2007
Ring Announcer: And your winner… Victoria Salinas!!!
Victoria has a smile on her face, a modified version of her cheerleader outfit and all as her wrestling gear, as she stands over her opponent!
PBP Announcer: Wow!!! Victoria Salinas was amazing in her in-ring debut here in Elite Seattle Wrestling! She’s proven she’s MORE than just a cheerleader!
Color Commentator: This young lady out of Montana… she’s got the talent to perhaps be a future star in this business!!!
Victoria begins to soak in the cheers of the audience with a big smile in the corner knowing she’s one step closer to realizing her dream.
(To be continued!)
Victoria: Wow…
Victoria is an awe at the sight of a familiar number… that of “608”.
Victoria: I never thought I would see my old dorm room again…
Mr. Holliday is with her, with the key to said room.
Mr. Holliday: Yes… and believe it or not, nobody has occupied this room in about seven years.
Victoria: Really? Why’s that?
Mr. Holliday: It was retired in your honor, that’s why.
Victoria: What about Trinity?
The two exchange a laugh at the mention of Victoria’s old roommate.
Mr. Holliday: As it happens with our room randomizing system that we had, you two could have never been more opposite. On one hand, there was you… then a quiet, shy type… and then you had her… very charismatic… very confident…
Victoria: More like obnoxious…
Victoria rolls her eyes.
Mr. Holliday unlocks and opens the door to the dorm room. Victoria notices some signs of dusting but nothing too overwhelming as she sits down on the very bed she slept on most nights during her time at the Seattle Wrestling Academy.
Victoria: I didn’t exactly have the greatest roommate ever. Trinity… god, what bitch she was…
Mr. Holliday: Can you believe that when you went mainstream, she was giving you advice and trying to guide you?
Victoria: ...I’d rather forget that because then I remember that her brother was my first boyfriend. Still… that girl always did something to try to get in my way…
Victoria reflects on this part of her time at the Academy…
FLASHBACK: November 20, 2007
A 19-year-old Victoria is looking quite jittery and nervous, as per usual during this time of her life as she’s dressed up for her next day of training. By this point, she’s been in the academy for six months and has been on local wrestling television for about a month as a preppy cheerleader character but this day above all else turned out to be her most stressful day so far. She’s in the bathroom, door wide open, as she looks at herself in the mirror.
Victoria: You’ll be fine… you’ll be okay… it’s just another day… nothing to worry about… just another day…
Voice: GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!?!?!?!
A conceited young lady about Victoria’s age, and her roommate, Trinity Williams walks into the bathroom.
Victoria: Tuesday… I know…
Trinity: It’s CUT DAY!!!!!!!!!
Victoria: Why do you sound so happy?
Trinity: First off, I know I’M not getting cut! I’m the best damn student in our class… DUH! I mean… NOBODY has more of a personality than ME and so… I’m DESTINED to be a big star, you know? I’m safe. What about you?
Victoria: ...um… I don’t know…
Trinity: I’m hearing rumors that you’re on the chopping block, cheerleader.
Victoria: I am?
Trinity nods.
Trinity: I HOPE it doesn’t happen to you, roomie but… let’s be real here… your cheerleader shtick SUCKS and the higher ups are noticing! I guess getting on local TV so fast wasn’t such a good thing after all.
Victoria: ...no… I guess not…
Trinity: PLUS, I get to watch SO many people CRY their little eyes out at their dreams being SHATTERED! OH… that’s the BEST part!
Victoria: You actually get a thrill out of seeing other people fail? Trinity, that’s cruel!
Trinity: It’s not my fault they can’t hack it. Happy Cut Day, Icky Vicky!
Victoria cringes at the sudden mention of the horrid nickname she was bullied with during her teenage years as Trinity sneers at her and walks away.
Victoria: I don’t understand… why would they cut me already? Did I do something wrong? Did this whole cheerleader thing… did they give that to me so I could fail? What if they were setting me up to get rid of me because they don’t like me?
Victoria’s eyes fill up with worried cheers…
Victoria: No… I don’t want to go back to Montana…
She lets out a sigh.
Victoria: I guess it’s time to face the music… and maybe get a head start on packing my bags…
Victoria sighs again as she leaves the bathroom.
One hour later…
Victoria is in a line of the thirty students that are part of her training class down at the main gym. She and Trinity are standing next to each other and she can only cringe with nervousness especially when Trinity is looking extremely arrogant and assured that she’s not going to get cut. Of course, this nervousness only gets worse when Shawn Riley, Mr. Holliday’s right hand man, walks in with a sheet of paper in his hands and with a smirk on his face… almost as if he ENJOYS this part of the process. He stands in front of the line of fifty and begins to speak.
Mr. Riley: Good morning. In my hand, I have a list… of Mr. Holliday’s decisions of all of your fates. Ten of you are going to be extremely lucky people, that’s because if you are one of the lucky ten, you’re going to start WRESTLING on local television with our partners in Elite Seattle Wrestling. If you receive the coveted Rank S designation, you’re on your way to bigger things. Rank A… well… you won’t be as fortunate. The 10 of you that get this rank… your dream is still alive… but you will be further trained and you’ll still be vulnerable in our next round of cuts four months from now. And… 10 of you… you’ll get the dreaded Rank F… as in FAILURE… which most of you are going to be to begin with… BUT… for 10 of you… you’re DONE! You get to go back home to have one HAPPY Thanksgiving with your parents that regret procreating you…
Victoria: Don’t cut me… don’t cut me…
Trinity: You’re so getting cut. I will gladly await my Rank S promotion!
Mr. Riley: Now that we’ve got that out of the way… will Michael Xavier please step forward?
Victoria watches with nervousness as Michael walks up to Mr. Riley.
Mr. Riley: Michael…
Michael: Yes?
Mr. Riley: You are absolute shit, you know that?
Michael: ...well…
Mr. Riley: YOU NEARLY KILLED SOMEONE IN YOUR LAST PRACTICE MATCH, YOU DONKEY! How in the HELL do you fuck up a fucking LARIAT? My GOD, that’s a facial surgery out of Mr. Holliday’s pocket you dumbass! You’re a reckless piece of shit who clearly can’t wrestle to save his life… and as bad as you are in the ring, you’re somehow WORSE on the microphone. Why the FUCK would you compare your opponent to the fucking TRIX BUNNY?
Michael: ...because… uh… have you SEEN Tim? He LOOKS like a rabbit… silly rabbit… victories are for wrestlers!
Mr. Riley: How about… silly rabbit… wrestling is for TALENT?!?!?!
Michael: What?
Mr. Riley: YOU… HAVE… NO… TALENT! FUCK OFF!!!!! You’re CUT! RANK F! GET OUT OF HERE!
Michael is shaken.
Mr. Riley: GET OUT!!!!!!! And apologize to your mother for giving birth to you!
Michael Xavier runs out of the gym before he suffers a massive breakdown while Victoria’s eyes widen in shock… and in fear.
Mr. Riley: Americans… Trinity Williams… step forward.
Trinity does so with extreme confidence.
Trinity: I already know what the inevitable is so I look forward to wrestling in ESW.
Mr. Riley: Well, you’ll have to wait at least four more months for that.
Trinity: Excuse me?
Mr. Riley: You’re Rank A…
Trinity: WHAT? But… I’m the best student in this ENTIRE class!!! What do you mean I’m rank A? There must be some mistake…
Mr. Riley: Oh my GOD…
Trinity: I came to this academy with a PRECONCEIVED CHARACTER! I STOOD OUT from that alone! HOW can I be rank A? This is impossible!
Mr. Riley: Will you shut up?
Trinity: Mr. Riley, seriously…
Mr. Riley: SERIOUSLY, you bimbo, SHUT UP! Look… you’re very charismatic… you KNOW how to nail a promo. You’ve got one of the best stage presences I’ve ever seen. But… your wrestling Trinity… it’s fucking putrid!
Trinity’s jaw drops in shock.
Mr. Riley: I haven’t seen a match out of you that’s actually mediocre… let alone good. You know how to work a crowd, but for fuck’s sake… how are you going to do anything when you can’t fucking WRESTLE? You’re actually closer to a Rank F than you are a Rank S. Fuck off back in line, will you? You’re lucky that your stage presence saved you this time.
Trinity says nothing as she gets back in line.
Mr. Riley: Victoria Salinas…
Victoria bites her bottom lip and steps forward without Mr. Riley telling her to.
Mr. Riley: Mind doing a little pep rally for me, cheerleader?
Victoria: ...if you want me to… sure…
Mr. Riley: No, don’t. You won’t have to worry about doing that so much…
Victoria: Oh no…
Mr. Riley: Oh no? What do you MEAN “oh no”? You should be thrilled!
Victoria: I’m sorry, it sounded like you were about to cut me…
Mr. Riley: WHAT?
Victoria: “You won’t be doing that so much”... you know… the cheerleader thing…
Mr. Riley: Right… but that’s because you’ll be doing less cheering and more wrestling…
Victoria: Wait.. WHAT?
Mr. Riley: Congratulations, you’re a Rank S! You’ll still be doing the cheerleading stuff when you’re not wrestling, but you’ll be WRESTLING… in front of a LIVE CROWD…
Victoria: ...I… but… I heard that… that I was on the chopping block.
Mr. Riley: You’re not even CLOSE, Vicky! You are… without question… THE best wrestler in this class. You are, for my life savings, one of the most naturally gifted in-ring technicians I’ve seen in this school. For six months of training, you’re brilliant! You were clearly born to do this… but… for fuck’s sake missy, believe in yourself! That’s the only thing holding you back! It’s frustrating how someone so good can be so fragile! If you develop any confidence at all, you’re going to be a superstar… but if not… then being the Indy darling would be your ceiling and I’d hate to see that talent go to waste.
Tears of joy stream down Victoria’s eyes.
Victoria: Sorry… I just… I thought you hated me…
Mr. Riley: You CAN be annoying… you’re annoying me right now but… I know talent when I see it. Now, grow some confidence and get back in line, will you?
Victoria breathes a sigh of relief as she gets back in line. The first thing she notices is Trinity being really pissed off.
Trinity: Well look at YOU having MY spot…
Victoria says nothing.
Trinity: Bitch…
Back to the present day…
Mr. Holliday: So you were nervous the whole time because Trinity told you that you were on the chopping block?
Victoria: Yeah… turns out that she just told me that to unnerve me because she was jealous of me…
Mr. Holliday: Not once were you ever on the chopping block. You were just rough around the edges that’s all.
Victoria: Nineteen year old me was so much stronger than I ever gave her credit for… as for Trinity… well… karma’s a bitch…
FLASHBACK: March 26, 2008
Victoria, with her 20th birthday having passed 25 days prior is observing the next round of cuts from the training ring in the main gym. She’s feeling fine, knowing she’s safe. Trinity on the other hand…
Mr. Riley: Trinity Williams…
Trinity steps forward.
Trinity: I’m SURE that I’ve shown that I’m not Rank A anymore!
Mr. Riley: Yes… indeed! You truly HAVE shown that you’re not Rank A!
Trinity: GREAT!
Trinity flashes a smile on her face.
Mr. Riley: You’re Rank F!
And that smile disappears as Victoria smiles from a distance.
Trinity: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
Mr. Riley: You’ve actually gotten WORSE, you bimbo!
Trinity: FUCK YOU!
*SMACK*
Trinity: PIECE OF FUCKING TRASH!
Trinity tries to pounce on Mr. Riley as the other students step forward to pry her off of him.
Trinity: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!! I’M THE FUCKING BEST STUDENT THIS SCHOOL HAS SEEN!
Mr. Riley: Security…
Right on cue, security runs in and restrains Trinity all while Victoria is laughing.
Trinity: YOU DON’T KNOW REAL TALENT!
Mr. Riley: You’re not EVEN talent! Now drag this bimbo out of here and take her to whatever strip club she belongs to…
Trinity gets arrested by the security for the assault she committed before she gets dragged out of the gym.
Back to the present…
Victoria: It was a shame that it wasn’t the last I’d see of her…
Mr. Holliday: Yeah… ESW loved her charisma so much they signed her on as an interviewer…
Victoria: BUT… I ended up becoming SO much more!
Mr. Holliday: Exactly!
Victoria: Hey, do me a favor?
Mr. Holliday: Yes?
Victoria: I’d like some time to reflect… on my own…
Mr. Holliday: Sure thing!
He nods and leaves Victoria alone in her old dorm room. Lying back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling, with Millenium’s return show looming… she sighs and thinks back to that first match she had in front of a live audience… even if the audience was only about 30 people.
December 7, 2007
Ring Announcer: And your winner… Victoria Salinas!!!
Victoria has a smile on her face, a modified version of her cheerleader outfit and all as her wrestling gear, as she stands over her opponent!
PBP Announcer: Wow!!! Victoria Salinas was amazing in her in-ring debut here in Elite Seattle Wrestling! She’s proven she’s MORE than just a cheerleader!
Color Commentator: This young lady out of Montana… she’s got the talent to perhaps be a future star in this business!!!
Victoria begins to soak in the cheers of the audience with a big smile in the corner knowing she’s one step closer to realizing her dream.
(To be continued!)