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The Two Parts
Height: '5'5'
Weight: 135
Names: Shelly Martinez and Halloween Barbie
Finisher: As Shelly - Glamor Shot Wheelbarrow bulldog - As Halloween Barbie Psychotic Breakdown FacebusterD
Background
The Two Parts refers to the two different personalities that make up Shelly/Barbie. Shelly is the primary personality which basically makes up her. She's a fashion/glamor model that also goes by Desire. who got her break in wrestling years ago. Though, due to some untimely and unknown tragedy, Shelly started to close herself off to the World. Finally breaking out of her depressive slump, Shelly returned to wrestling, but this time so did her other more violent, personality. During several shows, she complained of headaches that would just cause her to black out. Not wanting any special medical treatment for them, soon the whole World found out what caused these headaches. Halloween Barbie. After stalking someone that Barbie thought she loved, and was going to marry, Shelly insisted that these things were untrue. Soon, her friends committed her due to multiple personality disorder. She escaped once thanks to someone from the CMF, but wound up back there after she disappeared and was taken back. Now, thanks to the Elite, she's back, and without her pills due to Grave Digger's twisted pleasure to help Tara Thompson become Women's Champion. There's no telling what's in the mind of Shelly or Barbie though.
Allies & Enemies: The Elite & Anyone who crosses her path
Entrance Theme: Puddle of Mudd "Psycho"

of Two Completely Different People
 


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The scene is set as the fans gathered inside the Rose Garden are pumped and amped up for the show tonight. Just as they get settled for the dark matches, the familiar sound of Puddle of Mudd's Psycho erupts throughout the arena. Instantly booing as Shelly Martinez's video begins to play, the fans respond to her as if she was really there. Immediately though, the video is cut short as she appears on the screen in front of them, smiling wide.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
Hello there!

Shelly waves, showing that she is holding a lighter in her hand. She looks at it and laughs a bit.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
Don't worry. I'm not going to set something on fire. Unless Gail Kim wants to offer up her hair or something.

She puts the lighter down, and just smiles.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
But enough about her. I'm not here to talk about her. See, when I was with Tara and Sam earlier today, I got this really bright idea. I should formally introduce myself to each and every one of you. I know what you are thinking though. I'm this crazed lunatic who wants to cut people open and see them bleed. That's not me though. That's not Shelly Martinez. I'm just your basic home gurl from Cali, who keeps it real. That's what I am about.

The camera draws back, showing her sitting in a shopping cart. With a cigar in her hand, and the lighter in her other she pulls down her glasses.



*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
And keepin' it real, is what needs to be done around here. So let's focus on our precious beauty, Mallory Mara for a minute of our time, can we? I know, you have this belief Mal, that I'm some drugged up psychopath that could be playing into your mind. Well, I could be. That would be too easy. Think of all the things you know are real in this world, and then, think of all the possible ways they could be faked. Like for instance, the moon landing? Oh yeah. That was the biggest fraud of them all. See, there. I said it. So then it MUST be true then, right? Mal, do you know what it's like to walk in my shoes? Do you know what it is like to have your entire family look at you like you were some mentally challenged disabled? I'm sure you don't. But I do. Don't think for a minute that my disease and diagnosis is faked. I get the headaches. I get the black outs. I get it all. And you know what? I live with it. I think I live with it better than some other people do with their diseases. I don't try to bring her into it. She brings herself into it. So whatever unsettling things you think you saw, are just the beginning, precious.

Giggling, she puts back on her glasses, leaning back in the cart.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
See, that's what makes me different from you. I deal. You train. What makes you better than me? Because YOU don't have this mental disorder? Congratulations. Should I bake you a pie now? Cherry, or blackberry? I don't want to scare you. If I wanted to scare you, I'd stalk you. But I don't do that, do I? No. I'm Shelly Martinez. Not Barbie. And I'm the one you should be focused on. Not her. So you should know that whatever you do to train, won't work. How could you prepare for two different people at once? That would be, insane! Oh we aren't talking about what could be fake or not, are we? See Mal, I don't know you, and you don't know me. So saying you are that much better than me, is like comparing apples to oranges. When I'm in the ring with you, it's a totally different planet, Mal. I'm the woman with more submission holds than Stu Hart. I'm the woman that has won numerous Championships around the World. So what makes you so better than me? Because you're blonde? Well, I do remember seeing quite the few blondes from Cali, Mal. Are they better than me? Nah!

Smiling she lights the cigar and you can hear the sizzle of it as she puffs on it twice. Putting her hand over the side of the cart, she relaxes more, putting her feet up on the end.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
And Barbie? She's just nuts. Even I hate her. So I do hope you kick her ass if she shows up. Me though? You won't ever beat me, Mal. Not because I'm better than you, wait. Of course I am. I've always been better than everyone else. That's just who I am. That's keepin' it real, babe. So I knows, that when that ring bell goes off and I'm standing next to you, you should be afraid of me and not Barbie. She's got that unpredictable attack plan. Me though? I'm focused. I seek out one part of your body, and twist it and turn it until I finally set you up. Oh I'll injure you Mal if I'm in the ring with you. That's for sure. Barbie though? Who knows. I wouldn't because I've never been there when she's fought. And if she happens to show up and not me, do tell me all about it.

Pulling herself up, she leans back as she tightens her hand into a ball.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
Precious, I'm not the woman you want to mess with. So you can take your vixen mentality, and date Edge or Randy Orton, or even both of them. Personally, you can do a lot better than those two. Me? I'd go for a bit of McSteamy from Grey's. I know what you're thinking, it's just a character. Oh well. Roleplaying in bed is fun, ain't it? It adds mystery and suspense. Just like I am. Not by purpose or choice, but by defect. And whoever you face, you've got your hands full, Mal and I'm not talking about weighing your options with Edge or Orton, either or parading around with your family. Personally speaking, we should go out some time. Just you and I. I bet we have more in common than you think. I mean, look at you. Just like me, your head spins each time one of them comes around. That's how it is with Barbie. The spinning, the headaches. Welcome to my world, Mal. Welcome to what I go through each and every day. And don't think for a minute that I'll feel pity on you because you share something that I have. See how it all works out in the end? If I show up, I kick your ass. If Barbie shows up, well...

Taking another puff, she giggles.

*~*~*~*~*ShElLy MaRtInEz*~*~*~*~*
Who knows? Maybe I am fake after all!

She lets out a "weeee" as Samantha Summers pushes the cart across the vacant lot. The camera watches Shelly ride across before the cart hits a parking barrier and flips her over. Shelly or Barbie gets up, grinning as she brushes her hair back. She picks up the cigar and looks at it insanely. Before she can press the cigar against her arm, the cameras turn away as she screams loudly in pain.

~*~*~*~*~HaLlOwEeN bArBiE~*~*~*~*~
I'LL BURN JEREMY'S NAME INTO YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!

The cameras go blank as Puddle of Mudd's Psycho erupts and Halloween Barbie's video plays.