2 years ago

Becky’s Journal

So the time has come for me to call it a day it would seem and while no wrestler ever knows when their last bout will come, tonight it seems was mine. It’s funny when I used to think about how I would leave this industry I always thought that it would be with perhaps more fanfare and spectacle than my career ultimately ended on.

So while it might not have seemed it to those fans tonight, who no doubt just wrote this off as another insignificant loss and to be honest I too felt that way as I took the long walk back to the locker room. But as I looked onto the locker room mirror surveying my newly split lip, I knew something inside of me had changed. Deep down I knew that it was time for me to call it a day.

Needless to say it is not a decision I took lightly, especially seeing how for the last seven years this industry has been my life, as I’ve moved from fed to fed and clocking countless hours training and traveling as I fought tooth and nail to make a name for myself and in pursuit of championship gold, which needless to say has always been harder in the women’s division and a challenge I always embraced, but as I looked at my reflection in the mirror I could see the fire inside me just wasn’t there.

This was of course nothing to do with the loss, as losing is just another aspect of this business we all learn to deal with, for whatever delusions you may enter this industry with about being undefeated throughout your career are just that, for sooner or later you will meet that one opponent who doesn’t fall like the others. It is of course those fights which are the ones you learn from, as you pick yourself off and work out how you’re going to redeem yourself, but this loss was different and I knew it.

At the same time it should equally be noted that my opponent played no part in this decision, hell I don’t even remember her name while out match was nothing but a card filler and hardly anything noteworthy, but when its time its time regardless of whether you’re ready or not.  

So what now? Well all I know now is that whatever the future holds it won’t be inside a wrestling ring and while I now have the prospect of whoring my name out and living off past glories like so many former wrestlers. Opening sports bars while going through a well-rehearsed routine of trademark catchphrases and gestures or maybe attaching my name to any half-baked product that wants to associate itself with the Ragdoll brand, god only knows I won’t be the first wrestler to take this route.

Still as I told the stage hand who questioned where I was going as I headed out to the truck, my travel bag over my shoulder as I simply turned and said “I’m going home”

Six Months Ago

The container ship “Piper Maru” plows though the waves as the wind and spay continue to batter the deck as it continues to blow forward undaunted, her crew all below decks rather than risk potentially being swept overboard, were death would be almost be guaranteed within minutes of them hitting the water. The crew following in the tradition of the numerous sailors who battled these oceans before them and while this ship might be made of steel, many of the traditions remained the same, for like those crews the “Piper Maru” is also crewed by the lost and dammed, men who would have no life on dry land having long since cut their ties to any family for a place within in this maritime brotherhood.

While the ship’s docket might read that the ship was captained by the hunchbacked dwarf Uri, Uri knew that he was the captain of this ship on paper only, for while he kept the crew in line and handled the cargo side, this ship was very much not under his rule, for just off from the crew’s quarters and his own there was another room that all but a few were permitted to enter. These were the quarters of the true captain of this ship.

Sitting behind her large oak desk dressed in boot cut jeans and , her boots resting on its surface Becky busily taps away at the laptop on her lap, while off to the right a similarly dressed young Asian woman works on her own computer, her fingers moving quickly as she doesn’t even look up at the smart dressed man who now enters the room and walking up to the Becky’s desk now proceeds to sit in the chair opposite.

Becky: So you managed to find the office then

She says glancing up from the screen with a slight smile as she looks at the man known only as The Suit. Not his real name to be true but a name he’d been given by Becky, due to the fact that she had yet to see him wear anything else, but despite clearly being in his early fifties with his salt and pepper hair, he still looked good not that Becky viewed him that way. Their relationship was instead strictly business as the suit acted as her manager and general liaison for any of the numerous other activities that Becky involved herself in.

The Suit: Well when I advised you to invest in other business opportunities this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

Becky: What? You expected me to go and whore out my good name to some half-baked idea? Pick up some easy bucks pounding jobbers on the dust bowl circuit?

The Suit: But a container ship?

Becky: This is merely a base of operations, the whole cargo side of thing is handled by Uri while in the meantime I get a cool office to work out off while the fact we are in international waters makes it the perfect place to conduct our more dubious business activities don’t you think. I mean as well the colourful crewmates, fresh sea air, interesting catering, let alone the as the whole cool aesthetic.

The Suit: Well as true as that might be I don’t think you had me fly out to the middle of the god damn ocean to talk business.

Becky: Okay, Okay keep your hair on and your right I didn’t bring you out here just to show you my new digs.

Becky now puts the laptop on the desk as she sits up, pulling out a drawer on the desk and pulling out a folder which she slides across the desk to him. Opening the folder he now see’s a number of black and white photographs of Necra, along with what appears to be a number of field reports.

Becky: What you see there is the reason I called this meeting

The Suit: Necra? What interest does she hold for you…I mean I thought you were done with wrestling, much less why your so interested in a member of the your former federation?

Becky: Well as you will probably remember back when I was with SCW, she was the one person I never managed to beat. True there were others who picked up wins against me, but she was the only one I never managed to beat in a rematch.

The Suit: And why does any of that matter now?

Becky: The reason that matter now is that for the longest time our good friend Necra here has been off the grid, rambling to the masses about past lives or whatever delusion she is under. That of course was until she recently re-appeared as confirmed by my good friend and hacker extraordinaire Conundrum here.

She says motioning toward the girl who only breaks from her focused activity to give a quick mock salute upon hearing her name mentioned before returning her attention back to the computer screen.

Becky: Here before you, you now have my reason for this meeting. For I want to settle this nagging score and cross another name off the s**tlist and to do that I’m need you to get me back into SCW.

The Suit: So you want to fight again? I mean have you considered how long you have been away from the ring, let alone the fact that you essentially left them in a very awkward position when you walked out on them two years ago!

Becky: And that of course is where you come in, as I need you to work out the logistics and get things happening

The Suit: So what makes you think that they will even resign you? I mean not counting you walking out, you still managed to piss off nearly everyone with your… shall we say open views on, well everything it seemed.

Becky: Which honestly makes me all the more interesting of a signing don’t you think, rather than being another airhead bimbo, acting like she is cheering at a prep rally. Let alone the fact that they know exactly what I’m capable of in the ring, surely the question should be why they wouldn’t want to.

The Suit: All valid points I’m sure, but seeing how your no doubt not going to stop bugging me until I get things rolling I will see what I can do.

Becky smiles as The Suit shakes his head, not sure why exactly he puts himself through these kind of frustrations, especially knowing the whirlwind of chaos that tends to follow anything that she is involved in. Needless to say he knows that her revolution will happen with or without his help so if anything he can atleast keep her on the right path.
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The screen cuts from static to show Becky sitting behind a large desk wearing a leather jacket and black offspring t-shirt, while behind her a large Anarchy A flag covers the back ground.

Becky: Greetings ladies and allow me to congratulate you all for soon you will all get the honour of being part of a tremendous moment of SCW history, for this week the Ragdoll returns home to SCW and guess what ladies your all get to be part of this match as well as the honour of being the first casualties in the revolution I’m bringing with my return.

She says with a smile as she continues to look directly into the camera.

Becky: You see in my absence the balance seems to have severely shifted it would seem as more than ever as I look out over the Bombshell roster I see a wasteland of airheads and bitches who seem to have taken SCW to be their own little sorority house while they play wrestling Barbie and using this industry as some kind of platform to further their acting and modelling careers. None of them holding an ounce of fighting grit that let’s face it the roster has been sorely missing in my absence.

She pauses for a moment and motions towards the flag in the background

Becky: Now no doubt you gals have seen the flag here and put one and one together and made three, but don’t for a second think that this is some faux punk thing like those fakers who shave their hair into mohawks and claim that they have always been punks. No this revolution is about saving the SCW roster by weeding out those fake ass bitches and giving the SCW fans a true champion to represent them, but less the bombshell roster.

Okay, Okay I will admit there are exceptions such as Vixen, Odette, my partner in crime Jessie and lets not forget my good friend Necra….ohh don’t worry sweety I havn’t forgot about you in my absence, but that is a topic for another time.

Becky now turns her attention to three 8x10 black and white photos lying on the desk, which look the same as actor headshots, only each one shows one of her opponents in this weeks match. Now holding up the first of these headshots to the camera she once more faces the camera as she continues to talk.

Becky: Veronica Taylor my fellow veteran in this match and while our paths have never crossed previously I still can’t but feel that I have spent the best part of my career fighting your clones. The uber-bitch which seems to be mould for every female wrestler who signs up for this company, so needless to say I’m going to take great delight in re-educate you and every one of your clones and what a real fighter looks and acts like, as while my words might be sharp, at least there’s more substance to them than, mere surface observations like we are still in junior high.  

Putting down Veronica’s picture she now picks up Cynthia’s once again showing it to the camera

Becky: Cynthia Warren, wow just wow. I mean were do I start with you? Is this nurse get up the result of some confusion, in that you thought you were signing up for medical school or to shoot porn or something when you signed your SCW contract as honestly I just don’t get it. But hey you’re one of the new girls and there is time for you to still learn how we do things in this industry a lesson I fully intend on giving you for free this week, so if your going to earn my respect now is the time to do it, as the only reason you have my attention right now is because I’m still trying to figure this whole sexy nurse, happy go lucky thing you have out.

Tossing the picture aside she now picks up the last of the headshots, holding it up to the camera the same as before.

Becky: Electra Styles now again your one of the new girls, but you are also the first girl in this match to have her say and I like the spunk that it take to get out there and announce your arrival. Now I know that you might not be newcomer to this industry, but just like myself and Veronica you too are nothing but unproven talent, so I look forward to seeing if your reputation lives up the way you’re selling it.  

Tossing the photo aside with the other Becky pauses for a moment as a slight smile remains on her lips as continues to look directly into the camera

Becky: I guess there is nothing left to do now but wait until they ring the bell and allows us to unleash all this pent up frustration, as I don’t know about you three, but right now I’m chomping at the bit to get back out there, especially as none of you have had the chance to face me in the ring and learn first-hand what I’m willing to do to claim my rightful place at the top of this company, for if my body with its patchwork of scar tissue and stitches  doesn’t show that I’m willing to do anything, soon you will learn just like those who fell before you exactly what happen when you cross me.

So ladies guess there is little else for me to say but….come out and play!!
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 The midday sun burns down from a perfectly blue sky warming the skin of the melon which sits isolated on a pole, as the almost errie silence of the desert suddenly broken by a sharp whizzing sound before the watermelon suddenly explodes in a mixture of watermelon flesh and juice as those parts not shredded in the explosion now rain down on the surrounding desert. This sudden spontaneously exploding watermelon might have been more strange had any onlookers not looked 1000m downwind were they would see Becky behind the sights of the Barrett M82. Dressed in jeans and a misfits skull t-shirt, she shelters herself from the heat under a large sunshade, while a rolled up bandana helps with keeping the sweat out of her eyes. Looking up from the sights of the rifle she smiles to herself, while glancing over to the jet black SUV whose shade of black is in fact so dark it seems to absorb the light around it and it’s here were her partner in crime Andre sits across the back seat busying himself with the laptop which he has resting on his lap watching old TV shows , the door open to provide what ventilation he can get from the brutal desert heat, while the strains of “The Monkees” theme tune fills the air as it blasts from the speakers connected to the laptop.

Becky: Hey Melon boy, reload!

She shouts over to a teenage boy in overalls wearing a straw hat, as she ejects the cartridge from the rifle, picking up another from the mat and snapping it in to the place, while the boy upon hearing Becky’s command picks up a crate of watermellons from beside the truck, before setting off at a brick pace towards the posts which have been setup and were until recently the other watermelon had sat, as she now turns her attention over to Andre.

Becky: Well its nice to see your being useful as always.

Andre: Hey I’m catching up with my shows here.

Becky: Your shows?!? You do release that they axed “The Monkees” back in the 60’s, so not sure how you can catch up on a show which is no longer running.

Andre: Well I’ll be damn if I know why you’re doing this. I mean don’t you have a big PPV match coming up or something?

Becky: I do, but surely it is best that I’m also keeping my skills honed for our main source of income, let alone the fact that it is hell of a lot of fun. I mean if you’re bored I can always have you balance the watermelon on your head, get ourselves alittle William Tell action happening here….I mean I might not be the greatest shot, but luckily for me the Barrett here uses really big rounds!

She laughs as she picks up a loose shell resting next to one of the magazine on the mat, she currently rests on, while the rifle rests on its own tripod. The boy having now set up a new batch of melons, quickly makes his way back up the makeshift range to the relative safety of the truck.

Andre: Oh yeah just how I wanted to spend the afternoon….DEAD!

He says with a slight laugh as he continues to watch the show playing on the laptop.

Becky: Anyway what would you rather have me be doing? Packing myself into some gym and lifting large angular weights and putting them down again, or whatever bizarre image you have of what I should be doing to train.

Andre: Hey its your fight, train how you want to! I’m just being the concerned friend, while also one who is still trying to figure out why we are hanging out in the desert.

Becky: Well as I told you before we are waiting for the call from the suit, who is supposed to be meeting up with us at some point, but you know him, he just tells us were to go and when to go there. All I know right now is that he said for us to get out to Vegas and he would send further information.

Andre: Okay then, let me ask you this….why are we hanging out in the desert when we could have be hanging out poolside getting drunk, enjoying heavily discounted steak while perhaps having a couple of carefree bets.

Becky: Because as I said before it is a lot more fun to come out here and blast off a few rounds, instead of watching you drool over every scantily dressed bleached blonde bimbo who saunters past. Plus at least this way we are also helping to support small local buisnesses

She says as she retakes her position behind the rifle adjusting the sights, as she focuses on the new set of target melons

Andre: Ohh yeah by blowing the shit out of their stock. As for the bimbo….hell you know I ain’t too choosy, but I’d be damned if those bimbo’s don’t give it away easy.

Becky: Yeah not just the bimbos if I remember our last misadventure right, I think it was anything that moves

Andre: Hey what can I say, I’m not choosey

He says with a laugh, Becky only knowing how true this statement is as she moves behind the rifle again line up her sights, while knowing any number of men, women and a few which it was hard to say what they were. Still she had never felt any pang of jealousy, as her relationship with him was strictly plutonic and one bound in blood and the shared love of hunting down scumbags, pushers, junkies, jumpers and anyone else unlucky enough to find themselves on their hit list.

Andre: So do you have actually have a plan for your match or you just planning on winging it.

Becky: Ha! You should know that I always have a plan, even though I can’t say I’m too fazed by the prospect of facing off against someone like Laura Jackson! I mean do you think she would even be as far up the rankings had she not spent the best part of her career living off Amanda’s coattails.

Andre: So why are you yet to even launch your first offensive, hell by now I would have expected you to have trashed your opponent six ways from Sunday. Currently you seem to be happy to just let her stew in her own paranoia.

Becky lets out a loud sigh as she lowers the rifle and turns to look over at him again.

Becky: Hey do you want me to use you for target practice? Because that’s exactly were that kind of talk is going to get you. Ugh! I suppose your right I shouldn’t just let things lie, especially when it so much fun to kick the hornets’ nest, especially since she like so many of Eric’s followers that she has the backing of the rest of her misguided fools who choose to march under his banner, little knowing that each of them would more than happily switch sides for a chance to advance their own careers. Still who am I to point out the cracks in their so called alliance, especially when it will be all the more fun to watch them fall apart, as one by one they fall at the PPV.

Andre: and were exactly do you stand?

Becky: Right now I would have to say that I’m team SCW, seeing how there comes a time in every war, were even a hired gun like myself has to choose a side even though I generally walk the line, rather than forming some half arsed alliance with other wrestlers who’d crap on me from a dizzy height given half a chance. Like I said it’s just more amusing that those chumps in team Eric fail to realise this. Still you equally can’t win a war by yourself nor by focusing too much on the bigger picture, especially when this one will be won by its individual battles.

Getting up now she walks over the SUV, slapping Andre’s boots with the palm of her hand as she walks past him, her own boots creating small clouds of dust as she walks, opening the drivers door and reaching into the side compartment of the door to fish out her phone.

Becky: So with this in mind, maybe it is time I fired the first shot

She smiles as she presses the buttons on the phone setting the camera function to video.

Becky: So Laura we finally get to meet, after all these years of our careers running on such parallel lines and considering the number of feds we have fought in together it makes it all the more of a surprise that it has taken us until now to finally face off against each other, so I guess if anything good has come out of their clash of ideals I guess it would be this.

Equally I guess I should be thanking you for running your mouth week after week, complaining about the quality of your opponents, so guess it is only fitting that the company decided that they would give me the job of re-educating you on what happens when you let your ego get away from yourself, especially when your career has seen you spending the best part of it riding off the glories of Amanda. I mean do you think anyone would really know who you were if it wasn’t for her supporting your ass all this time, so it will be real interesting to see how you fare on your own, when you haven’t got her covering for your lack of talent in the ring.

So lets put all this team SCW and team Eric business to one side as trust me when I beat your ass infront of that frenzied mob we call the SCW fans, you will realise just how alone you are, no matter what propaganda bullshit Eric might be feeding you, you are not untouchable and come PPV time I will prove this to you and every other chump who wants to march under Eric’s banner, that no matter what banner you choose to march under, once you step in that ring, we all stand alone and it’s a lesson that all too soon you will also learn.
Be seeing you soon

With these final words she smiles ending the video and quickly sending it off, egerly awaiting to see how Laura will respond.

 It’s another day and another stretch of road that Andre and Becky find themselves driving down, for some this might give the feeling of Déjà vu but this isn’t the case for them, as this is pretty much the life that they have given themselves to, living almost like modern day Nomads, as they travel from place to place, with each day bringing with it a whole new cast of faces and everyday bring a few hundred miles of road ahead of them.
So far they’d been driving for the last seven hours straight and as night slowly gave way to day, Andre can now see the sun slowly rising over the hills in the distance, the heat from its rays playing on the faces of both Andre and Becky, as he squints slightly pulling down the visor in a vain attempt to protect his eyes from the rays, which dazzle him slightly, as he now glances over at Becky, who unlike him has spent the last seven hours snoring nosily as she rests against the side of the trucks cab, once again confirming his suspicions that this girl can really sleep just about anywhere, as she grumbles softly to herself, as she now slowly begins to awake as she feels the heat of the sun playing on her face.

Andre: Ohh morning

Becky: Huh?...Ohh yeah morning….err where are we exactly?

Andre: Honestly I’m not to sure, outside of some highway somewhere and I’m not sure that even the sat nav here knows where we are going?

He says as he taps the small box on the dashboard, which shows a map with a green arrow, following a red marked path, which Andre can only assume is the right road that they shud be on.

Andre: I mean I still don’t know why you insisted on bringing this thing, after all Sat Nav is just for people, who are too lazy to bother learning how to read a map.

Becky: That might be true my friend, but excuse me if I don’t overly trust your usual driving technique of driving and trying to read a map at the same time, as a fiery death is never an overly appealing thought!

Andre: Well I probably wouldn’t have to if my navigator wasn’t asleep most of the time and still you know that being able to read a map while driving is fairly basic, I mean you haven’t seen my trick yet, where I drive, read a map and pour myself a cup of coffee at the same time yet.

Becky: Yeah well how’s about you save that trick preferably for when I’m not in the truck with you.

She says with a smile, as she now unclips her sunglasses from the front of her shirt, slowly slipping them on, as she cricks her neck slightly and shuffles in her seat, working out the stiffness, she has picked up from sleeping in such an awkward position.

Andre: Ohh come on you know that nothing can kill you inside of Killdozer! I mean inside of this truck, your pretty much death proof…..well outside of it bursting into flames I guess and if you happen to be hit by this thing, as it’s not really designed to play nice with other road users.

He says giving the steering wheel an affectionate pat.

Becky: Ohh and don’t forget to mention that it’s also a stealth truck!

Andre: Well it is painted black.

Becky: Yes and it’s also noisy as hell, which kind of destroys the stealth element, unless you pushed it, but then I doubt you can even do that, which kind of makes it not the best choice of vehicles to run out of gas in, which again is another reason for the sat nav, as personally I don’t want to be out looking for gas in say the middle of the desert or some mutant infested piece of backwoods.

Andre: Mutant infested backwoods??

Becky: Ohh yeah I watch movies; I know that all backwoods, are just packed with creepy mutants, just waiting for people to break down in their woods.

Andre: Ohh but of course, I mean who could forget how accurate movies are. I mean we all know thanks to movies, how quickly the Japanese can rebuild a city, but then when you have giant radioactive lizards stomping through your city every week, I guess you, have to get good at building fast.

Becky: They could also not live in the direct path of these kinds of things, much like those people who live on the floodplains….gee I wonder why they are called that. Is it perhaps something to do with the fact that they flood pretty freaking often!!

Andre: Yeah well people are always going to have their roots, so I guess you’re always going to have stupid people living in even more stupid and insane places. Still I’m not overly sure what right I have to comment on such things, seeing how I live in what was one time an asylum, I mean I’m sure it’s pot calling kettle black, when here I am commenting on folks living in hurricane valley or on floodplains and here I am living in a place like the converted asylum Ark Wright.

He says with a slight laugh, as he now looks at the road ahead which stretches far ahead, giving them the overwhelming feeling that they are never actually going anywhere and instead, just stuck on some conveyor belt.

Becky: Ohh come on, your not that crazy and after all it’s more than just a home, it’s also our base of operations, which I guess kind of makes you a bond villain in many ways, especially seeing how they usually live in some obscure place like inside of a volcano, well they do if they are from the classic age of bond anyway.

Andre: So I guess that you’re also a Connery fan

Becky: Darn right, I’m a Connery fan, he pretty much setup the template with those early films, as to how Bond shud be and act. I mean come on; the guy never touches a bad guy without saying something cool. After Connery though it then goes Brosnon, Craig, Dalton, Moore and then Lanzenby. It’s just kind of a shame that they never managed to make another good bond film with Brosnon after Goldeneye….well until Casino Royale anyway.

Andre: Yeah I guess the same theory goes for the games as Goldeneye is still the real high water mark for the games and probably the sole reason that most people, still hang onto their N64’s….well outside of those few sad people who still have all the old consoles.

He says giving Becky a knowing smile.

Becky: Hey! There’s nothing wrong with a little healthy nostalgia, I mean its not like those sad bastards living in their parents basements and arguing with equally sad bastards about who is the better captain out of Picard or Kirk. Still have you any idea how much longer we have until we get there?

Andre: Hopefully only a few more hours and I have to say that we do seem to be hunting in much more glamerous locations since you decided to make your grand return to the ring. I mean last week we were hunting bounties in Vegas and now it’s California, which honestly are a whole lot warmer than the mid-west were we have spent the last few years working.

Becky: Yeah one of the perks of working for a good company is that you will always be travelling and even more fortunately is that we can pretty much take our work anywhere the company decides to go. Still my career upon returning many could see as being something of a mixed bag, especially as I have lost about the same amount of matches as I have won, let alone the fact that Jessie and myself only held the tag titles for a week.

She says now thoughtfully looking out of the window at the passing landscape.

Andre: Yeah well it wasn’t exactly an easy match last week was it though and I would like to think you went out swinging, as Necra and Amy didn’t exactly just take those titles as easily as you and Jessie took them from Bei Combattenti.

Becky: That is true, but no doubt many would disagree, yet at the same time I have been in this business for so long I know that titles come and titles go and that it is all just part of the game. I mean just look at this week as being a prime example of this, as I have only just lost the tag titles over a week ago and already I have my shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship, a title which honestly is a lot more my style especially when the odds are much higher stacked and the chances of unleashing carnage in the ring only higher.

She says with a smile, honestly not knowing what sort of match awaits her this evening, yet at the same time knowing that she is more than prepared to do what it takes to get things back on track.

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"Lollipop" by Framing Hanley blasts over the arena speakers, as Becky now appears at the top of the entrance ramp wearing an open leather jacket over her ring gear, her hair hairsprayed up into its trademark spikes, while she also wears a bandana around her head  as she now runs to one side punching the air and generally taunting the crowd who great her warmly with their cheers and whoops of delight, as she now quickly makes her way down the ramp. Once at the ring she hops up onto the side of the ring, before quickly vaulting over the top rope moving around the ring her arms outstreached as she looks around the arena out at the crowd, before moving over to the far side of the ring motioning for a microphone to be passed to her by a member of the ring crew who dully obliges. Her entrance music now slowly fading, she makes her way to the centre of the ring, pausing for a moment as she smiles enjoying how warm the crowd are towards her this evening.

Becky: Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Ghouls tonight we stand on the verge of another historic moment here at SCW, for this week I will be challenging Alexis Morrison for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!

The crowd now cheers this news loudly as Becky laughs slightly, knowing already how much fun this match has the potential to be, especially as both Becky and Alexis being in the same match has every potential to turn the arena into a warzone, even more so when both were more than willing to do anything it takes to claim the title for their own.

Becky: So while our current reigning champion has so far declined to mutter one syllable about myself or our match, I felt that it was only right that I came out here and addressed the issue, even more so when I can honestly not wait for this match to happen. You see while my other matches might have been a whole heap of fun, I have yet to face anyone like you Alexis, someone who fully embraces my personal attitude of coming out here and doing what it takes to get the job done, regardless of the damage we might inflict on ourselves and trust me when I say this Alexis but like you I’m not afraid to bleed!

She says with a smile

Becky: Trust me when I say the only downside to this match is if the wheel picks out some trashy T&A centred match, which if the management are doing what they should be doing, which is giving these people what they want, they will ensure that they are aiming to maximising the carnage that we will be unleashing….well certainly from my view point, as if your executing an easy match you better think again as, right now I am coming off losing one title and now I have a chance to claim yours in it’s place and what better title could there be for a hardcore bombshell like myself, while I am eager to see at the same time exactly how far you are willing to go to defend it.

So this week Alexis I guess we will find out just how deep your crazy side goes, for I have been fighting inside this squared circle for years before you first laced up your boots and I have seen every shock artist and freak show going, so hows about you save the theatrics this week and just concentrate on perhaps trying to figure out how your going to maintain that title, as the clock is already counting down on your time as champion so why no go out in a blaze of glory, the way I plan to for even if I don’t win, I assure you and everyone of these fans it will be nothing short of memorable....one way of another!

Alexis….it’s time to come out and play!!

With these final words her entrance music now blasts around the arena as the crowd cheers, as Becky punches the air again, clearly fired up for her match this week much like the crowd who are now egear to see how Alexis responds to these comments.

 Who'd have thought that in such a short time, that I would now be one half of the new Bombshell Tag Champions and while such a thing only tends to paint a bullseye on yourself for every other tag team in the company, right now I just wanted to celebrate at the after show party, hoping to catch up Jessie for while we had just won the tag titles together, we had yet to really speak outside of those matches and this now seemed as good a time as ever.

Entering the club wearing jeans and my misfits skull t-shirt, my hair tied back with a bandana, I glance around the club seeing various members of the roster celebrating or commiserating over the nights events, with others busily network amongst themselves. Walking up to the bar I order a Vodka and coke and lean back against the bar as continue to survey the room and seeing ______ walking toward me.

TBC: Anyone.

 Last night “Sin City Wrestling” Bombshell Becky “Ragdoll Jones was arrested by local authorities, after launching an unprovoked attack on several members of the SCW security, following a argument over her lack of matches with the company over the last two weeks. Jones who’d made her return to the ring after a five year absence, had previously lost her debut but was said to still be extremely confident about her future with the company, making this attack only all the more surprising.

Current sources state that the Bombshell had been frustrated that she had yet to have a follow up match from her debut and had gone to the arena to personally challenge the SCW bosses, only instead to find herself in a conflict with the company’s security team, several who she managed to injure before being subdued and arrested, with atleast one member of the security team, known to have suffered a serious concussion as a result of this encounter, with several others sporting slightly less severe injuries.

Needless to say all eyes are now on the SCW management team to see how they handle the situation, especially as they have been noticeably quite in announcing their resolution or the future of Jones with the company, with current reports from inside the booking team stating that Jones is still very much part of the company, while frustratingly not revealing if such attention grabbing antics have either got Jones more noticed or banished to the lower ranks, leaving everyone eagerly awaiting the next edition of the show to find out her fate.

Source: The Wrestling Informer (22/10/12)

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Walking out of the police station, wearing the same hooded top and jeans combo I’ve now had on since my arrest over 24 hours ago, while the local police shuffled paperwork and tired to figure out what to do with me next, not that I was particularly concerned seeing how I always knew that it would ultimately be for show, rather than having any legal consequences thanks to the SCW bosses not exactly wanting to bring that kind of attention on the company, it would always be better for them to drop any charges and pay off any of the disgruntled guards, now facing the lifetime of embarrassment, knowing that they had been beaten up by a girl. Still had they decided to show some balls and pursue it further it would have been equally fruitless as my other employers, would have no doubt made it disappear the same way they had countless times before, a trick only made the easier when you essentially control everything and outrank any branch of law enforcement. Hell even I didn’t know how much control “The Company” really held it went that far back, shrouded and plus it was never good to question your employers motives unless they directly impacted on yourself.

Walking down the steep steps outside the precinct which lead to the curb, I see Andre sitting on the bonnet of his yet black and highly prized Subaru impreza, wearing jeans and a black and red hooded top which zips up the front, disguising his mahogany chizzled torso below. Seriously this guy looks like he was carved out of wood when he takes off his shirt, not that he really gets much chance to considering that the temperature in Portland struggles frequently to resemble anything that could be considered warm. His face is none the less chizzled with his strong jaw and cueball head, which as per usual he is hiding underneath his beanie, yet no doubt turning a few heads while he’s been sitting out here, not that I really saw him that way, considering that we had been partners for years, making him more of a brother from another mother, than us having any kind of romantic connection and plus we had a good partnership with his constant cool headedness providing a useful counter to my impulsiveness.

“Well look at this morose motherf**ker! You not think we have enough work without you going out and finding even more trouble for yourself.”

He shouts upon seeing me, raising several startled glances from several passerby’s whom he just ignores as he flashes me a pearly white smile, getting up from the bonnet to walk over to me.

“Yeah well you know that sometimes, you just have to make these kinds of statements to ensure that someone is listening.”

I say giving bumping first and hugging him in our usual greeting for each other.

“Well I think its safe to say that you managed that, as the old internet has exploded in activity since your little stunt, so it would seem you had some kind of effect that much is true. Infact you’ve now been booked for a match in Vegas next Sunday looking at the fax which came through to the office this morning, which works out really well for us as that is were out next job is.”

“We have a job aswell?”

“Yeah. Nothing too special just a bunch of bail jumpers which considering that it’s Vegas makes it none the less surprising, especially with the amount of bail bondsmen working the city, they have almost as many runners as they have gamblers.”

“True, true but work is work and plus it’s not our place to question the demands of our employers but rather to go we are told, do what needs to be done and more importantly get paid!”

I say as we head towards the car, opening the door to the passenger side and picking up the files which sit on the seat, as I now climb in closing the door behind me as Andre climbs into the driver’s seat.

“After all we are bounty hunters not social workers!”

“Well that is true I guess”

He says starting the car and pulling out and quickly driving down the road, as I quickly glance through the files seeing the usual gormless looking criminals or runners, faces which highlight often a hint of inbreeding within the genetic pool or a distinct lack of anything really happening in their skulls, with what brains they hold rotted by years of cheap liquor, hard drugs and broken dreams. This collection only providing further proof that we couldn’t all grow up to be rock stars, corrupt politicians or billionaires as society would frequently have us belive we could be.
Closing the last file, I now turn my attention to the print out containing the next match card, with my match showing highlighted. Glancing over at me Andre continues to smile as he speaks again, snapping me suddenly out of my daze.

“You know I found a spider that had hung itself in my bathroom this morning”

“Hung itself? As in with a tiny noose??”

I say with a questioning look on my face, wondering he is going on about?

“Well I couldn’t tell that much, but certainly was just there swinging in the breeze and didn’t seem to be doing much else.”

“Is that even possible? I mean the sheer logistics of the thing, let alone the whole bunch of questions it brings up, regarding the psychology of archnids which right now it is honestly too early and I’m too caffeine deprived to even start thinking about. Honestly right now we are best just stopping off at my place, so we can gear up and move out, as we have some gormless idiot out there in Vegas whose bounty we need to be claiming.”

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We were two hours drive still away from Vegas and the desert road continues to stretch endlessly ahead of us, making us feel at times like your just driving on a conveyor belt, which things which may have been interesting before such as seeing a tumbleweed are now only viewed as being “Oh great another tumbleweed…big whoop”. True we could have just flown out, but considering the equipment we were carrying in the back, things like that only tend to raise questions, especially when your trying to justify luggage which makes you look somewhere between a crazed survivalist and a S&M  dominatrix.

“So who have they got you facing this week?”

Andre says glancing over at me as I mindfully stare out of the window some place else, snapping back to reality I now look over at him.

“Huh? Oh I’ve got myself a tag match this week, as part of the SCW Halloween Spooktactular. True it might be a week early, but makes more sense than it being a week late I guess.”

“I guess, but how happy are you being a tag partner, as I remember back in the day you used to hate those kinds of matches.”

I smile slightly remembering those years when I’d been a young spitfire in the ring, not giving a damn about anyone and clawing my way up the ranks, in a time what was considered possibly the most competitive time for female wrestling and while it I had put off my return to the ring, I couldn’t say that I wasn’t feeling that same passion again as even now I couldn’t wait for my match this week. To get back out there and show this new generation of Bombshells how you really kicked some ass.

“Yeah well when your young and dumb, you think that only the women’s title is the one which matters, you don’t care about earning your bones with in the company, you just want to get to the top as quickly as possible”

“Young and dumb?” Andre laughs as he shakes his head slightly forcing me to punch his arm.

“You make yourself sound like an old timer, as you have only been away from the ring for five years”

“True but in this industry that could be considered a lifetime. But as I was trying to say, when you get older you realise that all the belts come with the same respect and honour and that it is a better to be a master of many styles of wrestling than just one and this week I will only prove this point further when I kick the asses of those two bitches from “Bel Combattenti. Speaking of which you have just reminded me that I should really send them some kind of message, after all I wouldn’t want them thinking that I might actually be daunted by the prospect of facing them this week”

I smile as I turn grabbing my pack from the backseat and pulling out the video camera, pressing the buttons thoughtfully as I gather my thoughts, before attaching it to the dash and hitting record.

“Greetings Bel Combattenti and what an exciting week we find ourselves in this week as your no doubt thinking that you’re untouchable because of those titles around your waist, but trust me ladies your only as good as your next opponent and I assure you I’m not like any bombshell you may have faced before as right now I am ready to crack skulls and tear the bombshell roster apart and with my partner in crime Jessie Salco a partner so perfect a match its almost fate, which honestly must be quite the warning sign for you ladies, especially as we are both more than happy to relieve you of those titles.

Now while Jessie and myself may be teaming up for the first time, hell this is going to be our first meeting ever, but already from what I have seen I can tell that me and here are very much on the same wavelength, as we are both not afraid to bleed and do what it takes to make a name for ourselves in this company which this week sadly…well for you two atleast it means making an example of you both, for while you might be considering yourself hot shit right now, just remember that nothing lasts forever and this week it’s a lesson we will only further enforce.

So hows about it Bel Combattenti? Your ready to come out and play!!”

With these last words I end the recording smiling to myself as we Vegas appears on the horizon were destiny awaits.

 It feels like I have spent my life eating in diners like this, as I glance away from the suit as he reads his folded newspaper. Looking around the diner I watch the pink polyester wrapped waitresses as they busy themselves attending to the other diner patrons and pouring coffee, the diner awash with the sound of random conversation and frying sounds coming from the kitchen, while somewhere in the background the old jukebox plays to itself a variety of 45’s. Returning my attention to the rubbery scrambled eggs in front of me, I thoughtfully push them around my plate, not having any real intention of actually eating them, as the suit now looks up from his newspaper.

The Suit: You know you shouldn’t have ordered the eggs if you weren’t planning on eating them.

Ah the suit dressed as always in one of his fancy ass suits, looking like even Don Draper would call him up for dress tips, while proving an interesting fashion counter to my jeans and hoodie combo, while my hair is tied up as per usual rather than it’s spiked up look, I like to wear to the ring which while attention grabbing there, only grabbing the wrong kind of attention here.
I now sigh slightly before answering him.

Becky: Yeah I know, but I live in the blind hope that somewhere there has to be a diner, which could actually do something so simple as making scrambled eggs without screwing them up.

He looks slightly bemused by this comment as he now places the paper onto the table as he continues to look at me across the booth.

The Suit: Still I was surprised to see that you weren’t already in Australia ahead of your big comeback with SCW.

Becky: Well as much as that is true, I don’t really do well in hot countries. I mean why else do you think I choose to live here in the Mid-west, which if you havn’t realised it yet, isn’t exactly the warmest of places, hell we class an overcast day here as being a pretty nice day.

I say with a laugh, as I finally give up torturing the eggs and push them away slightly, as I pick up my tar black coffee, blowing on it slightly before taking a sip and feeling the caffeine run through my bloodstream, while at the same time feeling the pangs for a cigarette which black coffee always brings out in me. Darn these clean leaving folks who frown on me and my socially unacceptable habits.

Becky: Still I’m sure you didn’t have me meet you here, so you can discuss my travel plans, Hasn’t the company got a job they need for me to be doing, or is you taking me for breakfast here, all part of their cruel and unusual punishment for me. After all they are pretty much responsible right now for my attempt to get back into the wrestling game after five years, hell I could be pretty much considered retired so god knows why I think that this is such a great idea.

The Suit just continues to look at me wearing his usual poker face, meaning that even if he knows something he sure isn’t going to give it away.

The Suit: Well if it makes you feel any better, the Company are not punishing you, infact they are just going through something of a dry spell in the areas which utilise those special skills of yours. Still they are happy to see you keeping yourself busy with this new personal project, even more so when it provides you with at least a handy cover for your assignments.

Becky: And here is me thinking that they would be atleast be covering my travel costs. I mean have you flown cattle class recently? I can tell you this much it ain’t that much fun.

The Suit: Well we wouldn’t want you breaking your cover now would we and plus it was your choice to choose an indy company like SCW for your grand return to the ring, so for now I would get used to it or perhaps find a company more liberal with their cash flow.

I snort slightly in contempt at this last statement knowing that there is nothing wrong with the company.

Becky: Yeah well I knew if I was going to make a comeback that it was going to be against the best and not just a bunch of bimbo airhead models, that some trainer had taught a couple of moves to.

The Suit: And this company is different how?

A says with a slightly intrigued look on his face, almost as if he still doesn’t quite believe what I’m saying.

Becky: Well a quick look at their roster alone will show you the sheer diversity of wrestlers they are currently home to and true they might have your typical airheads, but there are some unique and more importantly real talented ladies on that roster. I mean this could finally give me the challenge that I was missing back when I called it a day.

The Suit nods, as I take a gulp of coffee grimacing slightly from the bitter taste as the cheap taste hits home, but still it’s doing the trick in keeping me fuelled right now which is all that really matters. It’s at this point which I see him reach down onto the seat beside him and picking up a a4 brown envelope, which he now slide across the table to me, as I pick it up with a slightly quizzical expression as to what it is.

Becky: Err okay and what is this? I thought you said that the company had nothing for me right now?

The Suit: This is just a gift from the company as they thought that you might find it useful and plus you should know that the company likes to reward loyality.

Becky: Yeah yeah, even a supposed loose cannon like myself?

A slight smile growing on my face, as a tear open the envelope pulling out a number of blown up photos, each with a series of notes paper clipped to each photo relating to each of the photos.

The Suit: As I said the company likes to reward loyalty

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"Lollipop" by Framing Hanley blasts over the arena PA, as I walk out dressed in my ring gear, my bandana wrapped around my forehead while my hair is now spiked up into it’s more recognisable style. Microphone in hand I punch the air raising a slight cheer from the crowd, some of which it is comforting to see remember me from the last time I held court in the squared circle, as I head down the ramp quickly entering the ring and pausing for a moment as I look out at the gathered crowd as they look on egerly awaiting my address. My entrance music now slowly fading I bring the microphone to my lips and begin to speak.

Becky: Ladies and Gentlemen, you join me here on the eve of an exciting new era here at SCW, for tonight we are on the brink of an era of true bombshell dominance, as for too long the attention has been in the wrestling world focused on the guys, with the girls being left to play dress up wrestling Barbie, fighting in slap and tickle style matches, while the guys got to have all the real competition.

Tonight though I make not only my debut with this company and not only my long awaited return to the squared circle, but the kick starting of a new era of real competition for the bombshell division, because I didn’t come out of retirement to dance the cooch or wrestle filler matches while the guys get all the attention.

HELL NO! I’ve come back to kick some ass and show just what us girls are capable of tonight we are going to kick off the era of the badass bombshell and my journey to the top, as I will be taking on not one but two bombshells, both keen to prove that they have got what it takes to make it in this company….I hope they are ready for a reality check!

I say with a laugh as my words receive a reasonable size cheer from the crowd, no doubt more skeptical at this point, considering that to many I was untested talent with the time away from the ring certainly not helping my reputation as a badass fighter, but soon that would all change come the end of this weeks match.

Becky: So who am I facing I hear you ask. Well this week I will be facing off against Jaya De Carlo and Evelyn Ross two equally feisty ladies, who both feel that they have what it takes to face me in this ring! Well guess we will soon see as I plan on making one hell of a debut here and if it means cracking the skulls of a couple of disillusioned bombshells then so be it.

Still I have to say that I love the spirit you’ve been showing Evelyn and I really hope that you bring it to the ring and prove me wrong that your not just another of these airheaded bimbos that seem to clog up this industry and I’d be interested to see just how you handle facing off against a real fighter like myself. Now as for Jaya a girl I hear likes to talk I’ve yet to see any sign that you will even be showing up this week, so perhaps you can claw back some credibility when it comes to our match and maybe even earn my respect, otherwise you might soon find yourself the first casualty in this war, for I have no time for airheaded bimbos and tonight I will show you just what happens to those who want to stand in my way. So to Evelyn and Jaya and any of the other members of the bombshell roster watching this….it’s time to come out and play!!