Roleplay — United Toughness Alliance

Selina and Vanessa are settled into a suite hotel in Buenos Aires. Selina is taking photos of herself in a cropped Messi shirt and pants — the outfit styled to perfection — while Vanessa sits with her tablet, working through the film of Selina's debut match and taking careful notes.

Selina finishes her photoshoot and, supremely pleased with herself, bounds over to Vanessa to show off the results.

"OMG, VANESSA, LOOK! Look at the photos I took of myself! I look GORGEOUS in this outfit!"

Vanessa gives her a look — playful, but threaded with a little real annoyance.

"Selina, come on… I'm trying to work on your debut match, and your upcoming one, so you actually have notes to go over. I get that you want to show me your pictures — but you need to start taking this study time seriously. Especially since, quite honestly, I had to bail you out against Darren."

Selina rolls her eyes and goes bratty.

"I was doing JUST fine! I won the match, right? Who CARES!"

"Your BRAND cares! Your HATERS care! Your FANS care! And more importantly — I care, Selina!" Vanessa's voice rises, but it's warm underneath. "I swear to you — and I've said this so many times — when you're motivated and focused? OMG, you are truly UNSTOPPABLE. You are genuinely the best wrestler in that ring… WHEN you're focused and motivated! I swear, I don't understand why you can't just — I don't know — STUDY!"

Selina pouts.

"But what's the POINT of studying when I diff these bums WITHOUT it? I'm doing fine. You think I care what people think of me? Fuck no! Engagement is engagement — as long as the bums are talking about me, that's all I care about. I'm not one of those tryhards. Wrestling is a TOOL to me at the end of the day."

Vanessa sighs, having known the answer was coming.

"But it would do so much FOR you, Selina! Not enough people think you're THE star. I listen to a lot of these wrestling podcasts — and they all say you're RISING. But that's not the answer I want. I want them to say Selina is the BEST wrestler EVER. I want them to say Selina is a SUPERNOVA that no one can contain! Statements like that can do so much for your brand. And it would help you as a wrestler — management would see you as someone to put in bigger opportunities. Which — by the way — you always COMPLAIN about! So if you'd just motivate yourself to focus and study, you'd get those opportunities handed to you on a silver platter!"

Selina scoffs, hating when Vanessa gets on her case about her ego, and gets up to put distance between them like a child storming off mid-tantrum. She mutters, just loud enough for Vanessa to hear.

"Always on my fucking case… always on top of me like I'm dogshit or something… whatever…"

Vanessa sighs and facepalms — she should have found a better way to word it. She decides to change the subject and deal with it later.

"Look — how about we just stream? Tell your three other opponents you're winning this match. Come on, Selina. Drop the attitude and put on your beautiful smile."

Selina pouts and does not drop the attitude. Both women take their positions, and the stream begins — Selina wearing a resting bitch face, still stewing over Vanessa's comment about needing to focus.

Selina's voice comes out annoyed from the very start.

"Hey… Influencies… I hope your day is better than mine…"

She rolls her eyes, arms crossed. In the background, Vanessa silently tries to coax the smile out of her with body language. Selina ignores it completely and keeps going, the attitude fully intact.

"So — I would NORMALLY be happy about beating that bum Darren, who thinks he's hot shit. But APPARENTLY some of you FUCKERS have enough oxygen to be talking about CERTAIN THINGS about me!"

The annoyance climbs into frustration, the temperature rising.

"Some of y'all like to say that I CHEAT too much. That I constantly need HELP. That I don't RESPECT the business. That I don't do THIS, I don't do THAT, BLAH BLAH BLAH! GOD! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! I have never seen such DICK RIDING in my entire LIFE! Always on my fucking case! Always trying to ride my tip! Always wanting to suddenly pretend to be my COACH, teaching me how to wrestle! How about you bitch-ass pretend coaches get the FUCK off my tip — because you bums wouldn't know what talent looked like if I hit you with a chancla! I'm supposed to be RELAXING — and instead I'm seeing your comments, always on my case about how I win, how I should've lost to Darren, how I look 'better' when I'm focused, how I'm a FRAUD, how I'm this, how I'm THAT!"

She straightens, redirecting.

"Let me remind you guys something important. And this message goes to the THREE bums in this fatal four-way match. Vanessa — make sure the audio and camera are focused on ME!"

Vanessa, seeing right through the rant, does her best to hide the annoyed look as she ensures the camera is functioning properly.

"I don't FUCKING care that the drone bailed me out! I don't care if I LIE to the ref to get an advantage! I don't care HOW I win my matches! I am simply BETTER than all of you! And not only am I better than you — I am SMARTER than you! I don't give two flying FUCKS about this garbage-ass business, because this business is so EASY to me! This business was DYING until the Supernova arrived! This business NEEDED someone to put eyes on this worthless profession! This profession could go extinct by TOMORROW and I wouldn't care in the WORLD — I'd just move on to something else. Hollywood. Back to my social media platforms, where I STILL dominate to this day. Fashion. Whatever peaks my interest."

Her voice carries the full weight of the ego now.

"The only reason I even came to this profession was because my best friend Vanessa recommended I try it. And I was such a NATURAL that companies were begging on their knees like the simps they are, throwing money at me to sign. SEVEN lucky companies are very fortunate to have the Queen of Clicks. The Dominican Diamond. The Supernova. Because the way companies are drawn to me is like planets revolving around the sun. Las empresas me sitúan como el sol porque obligó a que la atracción venga hacia mí! I AM THE FRANCHISE! I AM THE STAR! And these three bums in this match are going to get a little SPOILER!"

She leans into the finish.

"This match is going to be full of random one-on-ones, random team-ups, people stealing each other's wins — and at the end of all that chaos, I come out on TOP. Because I am simply BETTER than all of you. I'm going to show you exactly how smart and beautiful I am when the drone records a REALITY CHECK — because there is no one who can match me, and no one who can stop me! NOW BYE! Vanessa — CUT THE STREAM!"

Selina snaps her fingers to signal the end of the stream, then purposely bumps Vanessa's shoulder on her way out of the room to cool off. Vanessa sighs, knowing she should have found a better way to give the feedback.

Selina slams open the hotel door and sits down, fuming — but looking down, too. Because what actually gnaws at her is that Vanessa never gets her credit. She feels like she has to do more, when all she really wants is to be acknowledged.

She pulls out her phone to cool off, scrolling only the positive comments, until the night winds down and she returns to the room. And the two women settle into their own corners — preparing, separately, for the fatal four-way match.