We see Shianne Lovelace sitting in a chair in front of the camera. She looks a little uncomfortable, but smirks and winks. The camera shifts slightly, as an off-camera voice cuts into the silence.
Stacy Clark: Shianne, you’ve been an active competitor within OCW for a little less than two years now. How do you feel about things?
Shianne grins.
Shianne: We startin’ with softball questions, toots? I’m feelin’ fantastically. Get to the real ones.
She rolls her hand in the air, motioning Stacy to get on with it. Stacy takes a deep breath, then continues.
Stacy: You grew up in Buffalo, correct?
Shianne nods.
Stacy: You left school before graduating too?
Shianne raises a brow, but nods.
Shianne: Whadaboutit?
Stacy is heard shuffling papers off camera.
Stacy: We’re just establishing your background. For the audience. You said to get onto the hard hitters, didn’t you?
Shianne: Tch.
Shianne motions for Stacy to continue, crossing her arms and slinking back into the chair.
Stacy: How’d you get into OCW - into wrestling?
Shianne pauses, and sighs.
Shianne: Kumiko. She found me through uh… some underground contacts or somethin’, plucked me up out of the… “legally dubious” areas of Buffalo. Y’know, ya don’t make money widout one of them there papers that says ya made it outta school. Had to do what I had to do.
Stacy: What you had to do…?
Shianne: Y’know. Stuff. You get in a cage, you fight for some people. They pay ya some money. All I was ever good at, anyway.
Shianne pinches her nose briefly, chuckling.
Stacy: So, Kumiko… Empress, she gave you this opportunity. Now you’ve turned your back on her? Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh.
Shianne’s brows furrow, and she leans up out of the chair. She points to her temple.
Shianne: Use that thinker you got rollin’ around in that head. I ain’t turn my back on nobody. Loyalty is everythin’.
She pauses.
Shianne: There’s just some things that ya gotta do for yaself. This? Legs? It’s one of those typesa things.
Stacy: But you let Deborah attack Kameyo, and you weren’t exactly standing up for them either, were you?
Shianne: They’re strong gals, they don’t need me to “stand up for them.” If they think I’ve turned on them, then… well, we a whole nation of free thinkers, ain’t we?
Stacy pauses briefly.
Stacy: So you’re not against them?
Shianne: I ain’t, least I never wanted to be. I just want to be left alone to handle my shit. I don’t need them to get involved, I’ve worked hard to get here. This needs to happen - for me. Not for Kumiko. Not for Kameyo. Not for TOG. It’s for me. I hope they’ll understand that, eventually.
Stacy: Hm. And Deborah?
Shianne: Legs?
Shianne leans forward a bit more, placing her elbows on her knees and peering straight into the camera.
Shianne: I don’t forget, and I ain’t forgive. I been waitin’ for a long while, and it’s gonna feel damn great to hold that championship belt over you after I hit you as hard as I can. We’re not friends. Prolly never gon’ be. You gots a long way to go before you can be what you tryna be. Same as me, and I can’t wait to make it happen next week.
Shianne stands up.
Shianne: That’s all I gots to say, Clark. I’m out.
