Post by mitzibopp on Nov 17, 2024 22:05:05 GMT
[Inside the Blackpool Victoria Hospital’s staff lounge. Mitzi Bopp sits at a table, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Her wrestling gear is visible in her gym bag beside her, a stark contrast to the medical charts resting on the table. She looks into the camera, her demeanor calm but resolute.]
Mitzi Bopp: [Softly, at first] You know, there’s a certain rhythm to my life. The hum of monitors, the steady beep of heart rates, the shuffle of hurried feet on polished floors. It’s predictable, controlled. But then there’s the ring. The roar of the crowd, the smack of canvas, the chaos of combat. And come this Friday night, that chaos will belong to me.
[She sets the cup down, her eyes sharpening as she leans forward.]
Mitzi Bopp: Meritities. The International Frauen-Berufsringer Champion. The queen of the ring - The Mother of two Kings, they call her. A woman who has carved her legacy with precision, dominance, and a belt that shines brighter than the spotlight itself. I see you, champ. I’ve watched you take down challengers like clockwork. You’re strong, ruthless, calculated.
[Mitzi pauses, her expression unwavering.]
Mitzi Bopp: But I’m not coming for your belt because I think it’ll be easy. I’m coming because I’ve faced challenges that don’t end when the bell rings. When you’re in the middle of a 12-hour shift, holding someone’s hand through their worst moment, you learn what real endurance is. When you’ve been on your feet for hours, running on coffee and adrenaline, you find out what you’re made of. Wrestling? Wrestling is where I channel all that fire.
[She picks up the charts and flips through them absently, her voice tinged with confidence.]
Mitzi Bopp: See, Meritities, you’ve got the legacy. But I’ve got something you can’t train for – heart. I’m not coming into this match to survive. I’m coming to thrive. I’m coming to outlast you, outsmart you, and when the moment comes, I’m coming to pin you.
[She stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder, the camera following as she heads for the exit. Mitzi stops at the doorway, looking back with a small, knowing smile.]
Mitzi Bopp: Friday night at On The Mat, the crowd won’t just be chanting your name, Meritities. They’ll be chanting mine. Because when I step into that ring, I’m bringing everything I’ve got. And trust me, that’s more than enough to take your championship.
[The screen fades to black, the words “Mitzi Bopp vs. Meritities – International Frauen-Berufsringer Championship Match” flashing across the screen, accompanied by the faint sound of cheering fans.]
Mitzi Bopp: [Softly, at first] You know, there’s a certain rhythm to my life. The hum of monitors, the steady beep of heart rates, the shuffle of hurried feet on polished floors. It’s predictable, controlled. But then there’s the ring. The roar of the crowd, the smack of canvas, the chaos of combat. And come this Friday night, that chaos will belong to me.
[She sets the cup down, her eyes sharpening as she leans forward.]
Mitzi Bopp: Meritities. The International Frauen-Berufsringer Champion. The queen of the ring - The Mother of two Kings, they call her. A woman who has carved her legacy with precision, dominance, and a belt that shines brighter than the spotlight itself. I see you, champ. I’ve watched you take down challengers like clockwork. You’re strong, ruthless, calculated.
[Mitzi pauses, her expression unwavering.]
Mitzi Bopp: But I’m not coming for your belt because I think it’ll be easy. I’m coming because I’ve faced challenges that don’t end when the bell rings. When you’re in the middle of a 12-hour shift, holding someone’s hand through their worst moment, you learn what real endurance is. When you’ve been on your feet for hours, running on coffee and adrenaline, you find out what you’re made of. Wrestling? Wrestling is where I channel all that fire.
[She picks up the charts and flips through them absently, her voice tinged with confidence.]
Mitzi Bopp: See, Meritities, you’ve got the legacy. But I’ve got something you can’t train for – heart. I’m not coming into this match to survive. I’m coming to thrive. I’m coming to outlast you, outsmart you, and when the moment comes, I’m coming to pin you.
[She stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder, the camera following as she heads for the exit. Mitzi stops at the doorway, looking back with a small, knowing smile.]
Mitzi Bopp: Friday night at On The Mat, the crowd won’t just be chanting your name, Meritities. They’ll be chanting mine. Because when I step into that ring, I’m bringing everything I’ve got. And trust me, that’s more than enough to take your championship.
[The screen fades to black, the words “Mitzi Bopp vs. Meritities – International Frauen-Berufsringer Championship Match” flashing across the screen, accompanied by the faint sound of cheering fans.]