Diana Logan [vs.] Blyss Lockhart

The sound of impact against the windscreen of a mic is the first thing that can be heard, although the screen is black for a moment.

Unseen female: Hey, is this thing on?

There’s a muffled reply that comes from someone who isn’t so close to the microphone, inaudible.

Unseen female: Well then get the video working? Audio is only part of the experience, after all. Not going to let technical difficulties spoil this for me.

The camera focuses in on a dark-haired woman as the camera man finally gets it working. She’s dressed in casual clothes, although her ring costume hangs on the locker room wall behind her. The red, white, blue, and gold of the Wonder Woman-inspired costume makes a stark contrast to mint green paint on the walls that someone at some point thought would be an excellent design choice. Maybe thirty years ago.

At a word from him to tell her that it’s looking, she leans up against her locker with her arms folded. The red leather jacket creaks softly, giving her a tough look in spite of the mostly-kind expression on her face. She takes in a deep breath, and there’s a brief moment where one can almost hear her think, ‘here goes nothing’. It’s replaced immediately, though, by nothing short of utter confidence.

Diana Logan:
It wasn’t that long ago that I was afraid of reaching out to claim some sort of success. I always knew how to deal with failure. You pick yourself up, you dust yourself off, and you go again. You keep going until you win.

But what happens when you win? That’s strange, uncharted territory. That’s what I’m facing here, on the eve of that first gigantic step into the Insurgency. The answer, of course, is that you plot your own course and redefine yourself.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since I signed my contract. Whether or not I should keep the Wonder Woman gimmick or not. I know my opponent thinks it makes me look like some pimple-faced comic geek, but she couldn’t be any more wrong.

Diana points at both of her cheeks with well-manicured, shiny red nails. She smiles again, and her dimples show.

Diana Logan:
You see, sweetheart, I’m as pretty as I’ve always been since I grew out of a very awkward adolescence. The kind of awkward that pretty girls like you inflict upon those who are ‘lesser beings’ in your eyes. And when I look in the mirror, I’m happy with what I see. I don’t need to fit into anyone’s idea of how I should look, so you’ll learn quickly, Miss Lockhart, that attacking my looks won’t do a damn thing to faze me.

So we’ll move away from the subject of looks, shall we?

Wonder Woman gave me something to believe in. Wrestling gave me a way to fight for the things I believe in. I always looked up to the divas that I watched while I was growing up. They made me stronger, they made me more confident. I’m here to be Wonder Woman. I’m here to show lots of young girls what the divas before me did. That you don’t have to be weak, that you don’t have to give up, that you don’t have to make a man happy to be powerful in your own right.

You can mock everything that I believe in, but I don’t care. I’m solid in what I stand for; I have an unshakeable foundation. And IWF is about to learn that in a very real way, beginning with you, sweetheart.

Diana Logan unfolds her arms to remove her jacket, and hangs it up on the hook on the opened locker door. She’s got a good physique; it’s obvious that she trains just as hard as anyone else here.

Diana Logan:
So as I get ready to step out into the ring and join the Insurgency, let make this very clear. I am a geek. I won’t deny it. But to be a geek is to be unashamed of the things that you love, and to learn valuable lessons from the most unlikely of sources. If that’s a crime, then I’ll do the time.

Just make sure someone brings handcuffs, eh? No sense in that time being boring.

Diana gives the camera a wink before it fades to black.