Everything boils over

Being handed her Father's shirt and then hearing his music when she walked out was the last straw for Noelle. After all the work she had already done training and she was just going to be seen as the female Mick Foley? No way, she was not going to let it happen and she was not going to live in her father’s shadow. With a pout she raised her Mic to her lips and started to address the crowd.

'Now I know everyone expects me to come out here and say how grateful I am to be here, how this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and how I should only be thankful for all the kind words in the back, for the chance to prove myself and the support of everyone. But I have to say throughout all that do you know what i have heard? Mick Foley. It seems like everywhere I have gone these past few weeks all that comes out of everyone's sycophantic lips is my father's name. How he must be so proud, how I'm going to live up to him, how they are so glad that the Foley Family is in this business. Do you know what I have to say to all of that?'

In a pause Noelle pulled off the shirt she had been given to wear and threw it to the canvas and stepped on it to the sudden boos of the crowd.

'I say screw all of them and screw all of you, Yea you too, Expecting me to come out and be just like my father. Well I'm not like my father, I am smarter, I am already a better wrestler and I will reach heights in this business that he could only dream of falling off of and when I am done, whenever people say the name Foley, people will think of me, Not my stupid father falling off a cage.

And with that Noelle threw down her mic and left the ring to moor boos from the crowd.