Icardo Center
Bakersfield, California
9th March 2014

Amy grabs the redneck Bombshell and tries to set her up for a powerbomb or piledriver, but Brandi blocks the attempt. Brandi then counters and lifts Amy up in the precarious position... and drives her down with the Alabama Slam!

Adams: Redneck Slam!

Brandi immediately covers Amy!
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The crowd cheers as the bell rings, heralding the conclusion of the match!

Justin: The winners of the match, advancing to the Semi-Finals ... BRANDI SHOTZE AND SIMON JONES!!

A butt bare Geno Junior stares into the ring in disbelief, holding his head, as the referee raises the hands of Simon Jones and Brandi Shotze while Amy slowly rolls out of the ring.

Sitting on the mat for a few moments, it gave me a chance to process what the hell happened inside the ring… I was angry… but strangely not at Brandi or Simon… I was angry at Gene his larking about in the ring and angry at myself for getting distracted by his actions and getting pinned by Brandi, which ended the chance to advance to the next round.

Maybe next year.

Standing to my feet, I began the short journey back to the backstage area with Gene Senior and junior walking close behind.

Entering the backstage area, I grabbed a bottle of water as Gene Jnr. and Senior discussed the match behind me.

“You did great out there son, I’m real proud of you.”

Banton senior said as he gave his son a pat on the back.

“It was great wasn’t it? I had Simon beat and I think Brandi digs me.”

Banton Jnr. said with a huge smile on his face.

Of course this angered me even further and I snapped and turned to face Gene Jnr.

“You have no-one fucking beat you stupid fucking buffoon. Brandi won’t touch with a 10ft pole and you were and always will be a god damned laughing stock of this company.

Why are you even in this company or even wrestling if you are just going to act like a complete moron?”

I said but before I could continue, Gene Senior interrupted me.

“Whoa whoa woah…hold up.  He wasn’t the one who lost the match… you are.”

Gene said, and I just glared at him.
“Butt out you senile old fool.  I only lost because Gene was acting like a complete cocky douche bag inside the ring and that distracted me. If he hadn’t been dicking around, we could have won. It’s his fucking fault not mine. Plus you don’t help the fucking cause.  Because of you, your dumbass son has delusions of grandeur, you pumped his ego up so much, he doesn’t have a clue about sportsmanship, how to wrestle without acting like a clown and playing crowd or treating this business seriously.

And because of that he is the reason we lost.

Now if you excuse me, I have far better things to do than to talk to two delusional morons.”

I go to walk away, but I overhear Gene Juniors final comment.

“I love it when women get feisty and angry.”

I turned back to try and get into his face, but with the obvious high difference I was more face to chest. So I instead pressed my finger into his chest as hard as I could.

”Listen you immature little shit with daddy issues, if you weren’t a steroid induced prick, I would be knocking your ass to the floor.”

I glare at him, as Gene Senior pulls his son back sensing that it won’t end well.

“Come on Son.”

He pulls him away and drags him back to the male locker room.

”Arrogant little prick.”

I mutter under my breath, as the adrenaline courses through me. Turning I notice a small crowd had assembled.

“What?”

They quickly disperse only to reveal security and ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver.

“I was wondering when you, Rocky or Pussy would make an appearance.”

I said snidely.

“I was hanging around anyway, waiting for you, Gene, Brandi or Simon.”

Scott said shrugging.

“Speak with Brandi, Simon or someone, I am not in the mood.”

I said as I threw the empty water bottle in the bin.

“Its cool Amy, after what I saw and the camera man caught, that would be a totally different interview or something.”

Scott said with a smile.

“It would have been even better if I had kicked his ass.”

I said shaking my head.

“Oh definitely.  Anyway I’ll let you calm down and watch the rest of the show.”

Scott said as he spotted someone.

“Thanks.”

I gave Scott a small smile before continuing my journey back to the locker room as I tried to calm myself down after my confrontation between Gene and I.  It worked a little but it was not time to focus on the rest of the show and that sometimes pisses me off.


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February 8th 2014
Osaka, Japan.
Private Tour: Osaka City Sightseeing - Osaka Castle



The scene opens in Osaka City, where we see Amy and Joshua entering the Osaka Castle Park, after a 45-minute journey from the Sumiyoshi Taisha shrine, where Amy and Josuha took in the views and the many shrines that surround the Sumiyoshi Taisha, which took up a few hours of the day.

Their day started at 9am as they waited at the Osaka station as they prepared to do a day tour around Osaka. The first port of call would be the Sumiyoshi Taisha, before going to Osaka Castle, and then moving onto the Dotonburi district for a riverboat ride, little bit of shopping and something to eat before heading finally to the Umeda Sky Building to end the day with the view of Osaka.

Meeting up with the tour guide for the private tour,  Amy and Joshua followed him to the base of the castle, where he began to speak.

{In Japanese} “The construction of Osaka Castle started in 1583 on the former site of the Ishiyama Honganji Temple, which had been destroyed by Oda Nobunaga thirteen years earlier. Toyotomi Hideyoshi intended the castle to become the center of a new, unified Japan under Toyotomi rule. It was the largest castle at the time.

However, a few years after Hideyoshi's death, Tokugawa troops attacked and destroyed the castle and terminated the Toyotomi lineage in 1615. Osaka Castle was rebuilt by Tokugawa Hidetada in the 1620s, but its main castle tower was struck by lightening in 1665 and burnt down.

Amy takes a few photo’s of the castle and a couple of the in bloom cherry blossom trees, as Joshua and Kenji (the tour guide) moved around to the other side of the building.

{In Japanese}”Sorry about that.”

Amy said as she caught up with Joshua.

{In Japanese} It was not until 1931 that the present ferro-concrete reconstruction of the castle tower was built. During the war it miraculously survived the city wide air raids. Major repair works gave the castle new glamor in 1997. The castle tower is now entirely modern on the inside and even features an elevator for easier accessibility. It houses an informative museum about the castle's history and Toyotomi Hideyoshi.
Amy took a few more pictures, as did Joshua.

{In Japanese} If you like, you can visit the secondary citadels, gates, turrets, impressive stone walls and moats. The Nishinomaru Garden, a tea house and there is also lots of green space, sport facilities, a multi-purpose arena and a shrine dedicated to Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

So feel free to explore.

{In Japanese}”Thank you”

Joshua said, as Kenji bowed and headed off somewhere, while Amy took a few more pictures.

“So where too?”

Joshua asked.

“Tea House and then have walk around.”

Amy replied as Joshua and Amy headed towards the teahouse on the Castle ground.

“So are you enjoying the trip so far?”

Joshua asked.

“I am loving it, but a week isn’t long enough to visit some of the places around here.”

Amy said with some sadness in her voice, as they got closer to the teahouse.

“I know. Although you could stay longer if you aren’t booked next week.”

Joshua said.

“True.  How about you? You enjoying the trip?”

Amy asked, as she removed her sunglasses from her face.

“I am only here to accompany you around Japan.  And I’m enjoying it as we are hanging out together.”

Joshua said.

“Thank you and you are great friend.”

Stepping into the traditional Japanese tea house, Amy and Joshua grabbed the nearest table and sat down, where they ordered tea and a mixture of savoury and sweet foods.  Removing her sunglasses, Amy sat back for a brief moment and looked at her picture on the camera.

The scene soon fades out on Amy showing Joshua the pictures on her camera, as their tea arrived at the table.


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Thursday 13th March 2014
Howard Johnson Inn and Suites Reseda.
Northridge, California

I find myself a little confused here as to where I stand in the bombshell Roulette rankings ladder.  I thought that I was at the number one position because when I lost the Roulette title I had thought I would get an instant rematch.

But I then find myself knocked down a peg and Necra sitting above me and getting a shot at the Roulette title and then wins the title off Mercedes Vargas.   And now I have the Party whore – Karina Koji trying to muscle into the title scene.

I know I know… I admit that I’m starting to sound like a broken record now, but I lost the Roulette and everyone is entitled to a chance to fight to get it back.

But the thing is, I find it very very annoying when people like Necra and Karina come along who have earned jack shit or are turning from being in a drunken stooper and intrude into the title scene and piss myself and other people off who have worked their asses off to get somewhere.

Almost like that title verses title match between Vixen and Necra.

You see Necra, I decided to speak out against you because you shouldn’t have had that title shot because it was my title shot, you haven’t done anything to earn it nor done anything memorable.

Yet you question my worthiness and how I would squander my chance… didn’t you watch my matches against Mercedes?  Where I beat her and then successfully defended the title against her twice.

There was no squandering, just a bad day where I couldn’t defend it.  So what I didn’t hold onto it as long as you did, or haven’t held it two other times…. Frankly I don’t give a shit about your accomplishments.

All I cared about at the time was that I hadn’t held a singles title for a long while and I was a little desperate.

And guess who else is desperate? You.

You are trying too hard to be this badass and shit and that isn’t you, but the whole being a freak with supposedly special bullshit powers is totally you. So drop the fucking act and start trying to induce fear in people.

And just remember when we first met and became tag team partners… I was never scared of you then and I am not scared of you know.

So you will be in for a while lot of disappointment if you are trying some heavy handed tatics.

December 23rd 2012 the very date is the first and last time that I came across you inside the ring Vixen.  Then you beat me, Karina and Jessie Salco but this time around things will be different – so what if you are the Bombshell champion.

Anyone could of won the Bombshell title last week, Gothika as I said has been struggling and you just inherited that title.

She is going to want that rematch at some point.

Anyway where was I…. Ah yes… things being different.

Things will be different because I didn’t know who you were back then, but with enough time plus videos I have been learning and watching, so I know a whole lot more and believe that you beatable.

But you only beatable if my tag partner co-operates in this match and doesn’t make special plans in making a quick exit during the match or decides to get drunk with Aleksei.

And speaking of my partner…

I am giving you one warning… you screw me out of this win and there will be hell to pay.

 MY BLOODY VALENTINE
2nd February 2014
Star Of The Desert Arena
Primm, Nevada

Sitting inside the ring watching Gothika walk away with the Bombshell title in her hands was enough to put my head down in shame and cover my face… I knew and I think Necra and Roxi knew that Gothika had played everyone.

Looking up, Gothika had left ring, while Necra and Roxi looked around in their own state of shock as they shook their heads, and this was my cue to leave the ring and head backstage.

Taking the long slow walk up the ramp to the backstage area, all I wanted was to be on that flight to Japan and forget about the nightmare Supercard.

Entering the backstage area, I knew that I couldn’t get away with not speaking to anyone, so when I saw Scott Oliver come running over, I just accepted my fate and just got on with the post match interview.

“Can I get some words regarding your match out their tonight?”

Scott said huffing and puffing a little.

“Sure.”

I said with a shrug.

“Thanks”

Well tonight was utterly disappointing, I don’t know about Necra and Roxi, but I felt like a total fool after Gothika played us.  Was that your plan all along Gothika? Act like you are struggling and air short pointless promo’s… well congratulations it worked and you successfully defended your title, but next time someone will see though that charade and take that title.

I blame myself for taking you too lightly and in future in won’t be doing that again.

Also something else happened tonight, which probably didn’t help me during the title match, but there was a slight altercation between some anorexic wannabe wrestler and myself.

Delia fucking Darling… you and your little sidekick may have got one up on me, but it won’t happen again.  You see, you do not intimidate me as I’ve dealt with dumb retarded airheads before… the whole mean girls gimmick has been over used.

Lets see… Beautiful people did it, Lay-Cool did it, Every Man’s Fantasy did it and the bitches in WEW did it…  And guess what happened to all those Mean Girl groups? They all died out because of their petty little egos and nobody cared about them.

At this moment you are just a fad that people seem to be raving about, but fad die out and something else comes along…so all this bullshit with the make-up on etc… will backfire on you.

If I was you from now on, I would watch my back… nobody likes cheap attacks from cheap pathetic little sycophant skanks.

Consider this as your final warning…come near me again and I will knock your skinny asses out.  

And with that I walk away and return back to the locker room, where I quickly shower and change before meeting up with Joshua Acquin and heading to the airport.


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Tuesday 4th February 2014
Fukuoka, Japan
Nanzoin Temple



Shortly after My Bloody Valentine Supercard went off air, Joshua and I headed straight to the airport and boarded the last flight of the evening to Japan. Although Joshua and I had a mixed evenings, with him winning his match in a brutal match, while I walked away not able to beat Gothika for the Bombshell title.

As for the trip to the Japan, there was always a part of me that wanted to go to Japan and when Joshua treated me and booked tickets, I was over the moon and screamed with delight.

However, with the time difference between the US and Japan being massive… the jet lag killed me and as soon as we arrived at the hotel, I headed straight to me room and crashed out, not caring about the time of day that I would wake up.

Having spent most of Monday in bed, I decided to take a short journey to the village  of Sasaguri with Joshua to wake us both up and take in the first lot of Japanese culture.  Inside in this village you can find the Nanzoin Temple, which you can walk the trail and find the sleeping Buddha at the top of the trail.

The scene opens up on the Joshua and myself, as we began the trail.

“Why didn’t I visit Japan any sooner?”

I said as I took in the scenery, as I looked at the statues that delicately litter around the trail.

Joshua looks at me.

"A lot of people say that, this is a trip I have been meaning to take for sometime. At least I have someone like you with me here."

He turns towards one of the statues.

"So what do you know of these?"

I Look around.

"To be honest not much. But from what i read about the big statue over there. He is called Fudo Myo-o, which means man who surrenders evil spirits for people who don’t practice Buddhism. But nothing else I’m afraid."

I said as we continued walking the trail.

“How about you... do you know much?”

"I know whatever you tell me. I am more toward Germany, but Japan is on the bucket list."

We continue to walk as Joshua slows down and is in obvious pain.

"There is nothing to be afraid of as long as I am with you"

Joshua winks as he spoke.

Amy gives a small smile.

"Thanks. How are you holding up? post match and travel wise?

Amy asks as she notices his discomfort.

"I will survive, I have had worse than that, remember WCWF? I should have got out and about when we got here instead of staying in my room. It is all tight and I don't think I want to try to get a rub from the shops here."
   
Joshua notices the smile

"There is a nice smile, how are you holding up?”

I blush a little, as I take a few photo’s of the scenery around me, as we continue to find more statues including one of a Buddha with a very warn out belly.

“I’m good. The disappointment is pretty much gone and the jet lag almost gone.”

I said, as I walked up the Buddha and rubbed his belly. As I read the little plaque on the base of the statue.

“Apparently you rub his belly for luck.”

Amy said.

Joshua rubs the belly

"Well you can rub my belly..."

Joshua laughs and then grabs his back.

"That was wrong of me."

Joshua tries to use a broken language to get a picture taken of us. As the local takes the camera Joshua puts his hand on my waist as though it was natural.

After the picture was taken Joshua apologizes.

"Sorry Amy didn't mean to grab your waist.

I chuckle a little at Joshua and his dodgy broken Japanese.

“It’s ok.  But that broken Japanese is terrible.”

I said with a shrug.

“Are you sure you are ok? We can cut this walk short if you are in that much pain.”

I said with concern.

“Well I know you are enjoying this so I will tough it out.”

Joshua smiles which is a rarity for him.

“Ok then.”

I said with a smile as I turned and continued the walk towards the top of the village to check out what she came to see and the main thing to visit. With Joshua trying to catch up, Amy continued to walk on at the same time checking she still had memory space.

The scene soon fades out on Amy as she stops in her tracks, as she spots the large Buddha and as soon as Joshua catches up he sees the large green behemoth Buddha and stare at it in total awe, raising the camera up and I took a few pictures of the Buddha and some of the urns.


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Thursday 13th February 2014
Long Beach, CA

Last year in the Blast from the past tournament, I was partnered with Ryan Kidd and we were up against Odette Ryder and Jordan Williams… we obviously lost and they went onto becoming the inaugural winners of the tournament.

Now, going into the second ever Blast from the Past tournament, I was a little apprehensive at first and then a little worried at who I might get as a partner. It isn’t a huge secret that some of us Bombshells dislike Jimmy Ringo and hope that we don’t get him.

Unfortunately Lizzie is the poor soul who got him.

But instead I am partnered with Gene Banton Jr. and to be honest… I don’t know who you are other than the son of some washed up has been who walked the Sin City Wrestling halls.

Forgive me for being hostile, but when there is very little information or very little action inside the ring from you, I have to be a little sceptical and worried that I would be doing all the work, while you attempt to work off the ring rust.

I am going to give you one warning and one warning only… You fuck up at any point during the match, hell even if we win this match and you still somehow fuck up, I will make your life a living hell.

I don’t care who you or your father is… just make sure you are fit, healthy and ring ready.

I want to advance in this tournament and not go out in the first round.

And that means coming face to face with Karina Koji.

Welcome back Karina… and that’s all the pleasantries you are going to get from me.

I don’t know who do you think you are, returning to the company and inserting your nose into other peoples business.

I just like to point out that you should be working your way up from the bottom again; you have absolutely no right to any title shots. So back the fuck away from the Roulette title scene and work on getting sober and ring fit.  Somehow I don’t think Jordan wants to be carrying you, especially when he probably wants to retain his Blast from the Past Crown.

And like me, he is stuck with a dud partner.

Although I can give you some credit, as I can find matches and old promo’s and I can do some research on yourself.

So while you are in a party mood and encourage the rest of us to wake up, cause chaos etc… I won’t be taking you too seriously until you are back full time and with a few matches under you glittery belt… I want to advance this match and I’m sorry Karina but you all singing and dancing Party Horde will stopped.

Good luck Karina.

 {OOC: Sorry Mark… did my best with the flashback Also should have been a little longer but ran out of time.}

5th January 2014
Harrah's Laughlin Hotel & Casino Grandstand
Laughlin, Nevada

Entering the arena earlier on in the day, a sense of dread hit me and it stayed with me right up until match time, where the dread turned into nerves.  As I watched Mercedes spin the Roulette Wheel just before the match, I held my breath and closed my eyes I waited and hoped for a good stipulation.

As the wheel slowed and the clickty clack sound lessoned, I opened my eyes to see the wheel land on Powerpuff Hardcore match.  This left a few people scratching their heads; including Mercedes and myself who wondered what the hell it was.

And soon we found out, as we both did our entrances, where I pretty much hugged the Roulette title tightly and not wanting to let it go.

Inside the ring, I looked around and soon realised that this Powerpuff hardcore match was nothing more than an insulting joke, as we saw pillowcases, nylon tights and various other stupid so called weapons.  All this stuff left me a little unsure of what the hell I was supposed to do with nylons, pillow cases, toilet paper, teddy bears etc… and I guess this caught me off guard and threw me off my game.

And the result of this stupid stipulation… I had lost my roulette title and although it hurt to lost it, it was in some way my own fault as I should have been better prepared, but at the end of the day my second only singles title run was a success and I could wait to fight for the rematch or move onto the bombshell title held by Gothika.

Whatever the case… I needed to forget this loss and move on pretty damn quick.

However, I knew that as soon as I entered the backstage area, I would be bombarded with questions from Scott, Pussy or Rocky, and no sooner had I entered the backstage area, I was greeted by Pussy Willow and instead of stopping to talk; I just continued my walk of shame.

”Amy, can I have your thoughts about the match?”

Pussy began.

”Firstly the stipulation was pointless utter bullshit that should be an option on any Roulette wheel, however, I do admit that it was my fault for not being prepared enough.”

“So are you not angry?”

“Angry only at myself for fucking up and maybe a little at Mercedes for taking the title, but hey the better woman won at the end of the day.”

I explained.

“How about a rematch?”

“What about it?”

“Are you going to ask for one?”

Laughing at Pussy.

“That’s a pretty dumb question.  Of course I fucking am.”

Shaking my head.

“And if you are finished, I would like to shower and leave.

I said as Pussy and camera person stopped following, leaving just me to find a shower to wash away whipped cream, embarrassment and disappointment.


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Wednesday 8th January
Juneau, Alaska.

The scene opens a couple days after Amy had lost the bombshell Roulette title to Mercedes Vargas, where the past few days Amy had stayed at her home in Vegas to recover from the match but mainly from the embarrassment of her abysmal attempt at defending her title.

With the message that she wasn’t booked, Amy headed to Juneau to meet up with Marcus and visit the family. As she sat on the plane, Amy realised that she had spent more time in Juneau in the last few months than she had in several years and all because of starting something up with ex-boyfriend.

Stepping off the plane onto Alaska soil, Amy began the short walk towards the carousels to collect her luggage before quickly exiting the airport into an awaiting taxi.  Giving the driver instructions to head to 637170 Fairview Drive in Salmon Creek, in which he typed into his sat nav and the journey began.

Watching the familiar scenery flicker past the window, Amy hated this journey as it always ended up with an argument between her and her mom. And this was why Amy preferred to visit friends first, but her mom and her sister Mary had met in  secret and decided to make it mandatory for everyone to visit family first.

Although this was a little annoying, as she wanted some liquid courage before visiting, but she had to accept it.

The half hour taxi ride from the airport was boring as the taxi driver decided to talk the whole journey about everything and anything, so by the time got to the house, she would prefer to listen to her mom for an hour than a taxi driver.

Quickly paying the driver, Amy grabbed her bags before heading up the house, where she lightly knocked on the door and waited.

A few moments later, her dad opens the door.

“Hi dad”

I said with a smile.

He smiles back and opens the door to allow Amy into the house.

“Thanks. How are you dad?”

Amy asked as she entered the Marshall household and placing her bags down by the door.

“Good thanks. What do I owe this pleasure?”

Her dad asks as he disappears into the kitchen, as Amy walks further into the house and into the living room, where she notices a couple of pictures and the wedding invitation from what would have been Amy and Kevin’s wedding.

“I have a week off and thought I come and visit.  Where is mom?”

Amy asked as she sat on the sofa and picked up on the pictures, as we see a baby picture.

“At one of her weekly bitching about the world meetings.”

Her dad says.

“Why are these pictures out?”

Amy asked as she flipped over the picture and read the writing.

Amy aged 11 months.  March 1981

“She was spring cleaning and found them including the invite.”

Her dad said coming out of the kitchen with a couple of cups, where he hands one of them to her.

“Thanks.”

Amy then picked up the other picture to reveal an older little girl and flipping it over.

Amy aged 6. February 1986/b]

Amy smirked and realised that this picture was the last time; Amy was actually a normal little girl aka before she found punk music.


{Flashback}

Sunday 22nd July 1986
Age: 6

From the age of 3, my parents would drop me off at my cousin’s house a few miles down the road, while they headed off to work. Back then proper childcare was non existent except for a few au pares, so instead family member or friends would baby-sit for a few hours, while people headed off to work or whatever they needed to do.

My cousin Harry was my favourite cousin, as he would let me watch what I like and listen to what I like. Back then it was harmless stuff like cheesy pop music and cartoons.

By the age of 5 I had become more inquisitive… I found some of his music magazine and CD’s, but he took them off me and told me to keep to the pop music.

It was then at age of 6…that one evening I snuck out of bed and crept half way down the stairs and watched Harry and his friends listen to music and chat.

The music that was playing was oi oi oi by the Cockney Rejects, as I listened to that, I looked at his friends, who had Mohawks, tattoos, piercings, tight checked trousers or ripped denim jeans, Doc Martins and various other punky clothing and I was mesmerised.

As I watched them passed around a joint, I failed to see one of Harry’s friends behind me.

“Like what you see”

Standing quickly, I turn to see Harry’s girlfriend – Syd.

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be in bed and you shouldn’t be sorry.”

She said as she sat on the stairs.

“I know… but I was curious.”

“Did you know curiosity killed the cat?”

Syd said with a shrug.

“But you know what, its good to be curious. So follow me.”

Syd continued.

“What about Harry?”

I questioned.
   
“I’ll tell him it’s my fault.”

I smiled as I grabbed Syd’s hand and headed down the stairs with her, where she spoke with Harry, who didn’t seem too happy with me being up and around his friends, but just accepted it.

Turning up the music, Syd took off her spiked collar and gave it to me to wear before grabbing my hand and we danced.

I stayed up for another couple of hours, as I listened to The Ramones, Sex Pistols, more Cocky Rejects, The Misfits and various other bands and I was hooked and I wanted to be just like Harry, Syd and the rest of the friends.

No more cheesy pop music… just punk music and cartoons.


{End of Flashback}


“So how long are you staying for?”

Her dad asked, snapping Amy out of her daydream.

“I’m here all week, thought I swing by here first as per the mandatory demand, before heading into town.”

Amy said as she placed the mug on the table.

“Well it’s nice to see you, even though your mother doesn’t appreciate it.”

I give a small smile.

“Thanks.”

Amy leans over and gives her dad a hard hug.

The scene soon fades out with Amy picking up the wedding invite, as she and her dad talk about what’s been happening with him, mom, sisters and what’s Amy has been doing, her career and then the true story of why things never worked out between Amy and Kevin.


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Two weeks without a match… it definitely kills the brain cells, but don’t worry I haven’t been sitting on my ass, while I have been visiting the family and looking after my business… I’ve also been keeping busy inside the local gyms, watching the show a few weeks back and studying videos.

So when I returned to watch last weeks Climax Control backstage, my future was up in the air and was unsure what was planned for me at My Bloody Valentine.  I really wanted a rematch for the title I lost to Mercedes Vargas, but then again I noticed how Gothika’s standards have been slipping recently… and then I realised I had a dilemma… ask for the rematch against Mercedes or demand a title shot against Gothika…

Well it appears that making demands works better than asking, as I found myself facing Gothika for the Bombshell championship, unfortunately while I deserve to be in this title match there appears to be two others who don’t deserve to be in this match.

Those two people are: Necra Octavian Kane and Roxi Johnson.

Firstly Necra; I am going to tell Roxi the same thing I am going to tell you… you do not deserve to be in this match… what the hell have you done recently? Nothing… you haven’t won a title recently and haven’t done anything noticeable… but I can guess how you got the shot from Mark and Christian, but all that hoodoo bullshit doesn’t work with me and if we were still friends, it won’t change anything… everyone man for themselves remember and you won’t be getting your hands on that bombshell title.

Did you hear all that Roxi, what I said to Necra also applies to you… except we were never friends nor tag partners.  Again why are in this match? And what have you done recently? In my eyes nothing, you are in this match to make up numbers and the fact that you held the Bombshell title once… but you have had your rematch and had your time in the limelight… now move over and let others step into that light.

And finally… our champion…

Gothika.

There was a time when I watched your promos and watched your matches and thought that you and Darknyss were unbeatable with your reign of ‘terror’ and weirdness, but now that I have settled down and won the tag titles and won the Roulette title and watched others around me… that I’ve noticed that since you won the bombshell title… you don’t look so scary.

In fact… you are looking a little vulnerable and I notice also some self-doubt creeping into your blood soaked little brain, and what else I notice is that in some shape or form you or you and your partners haven’t been successful on recent shows.

So that’s why I demanded to be in this match instead of asking for a rematch… clearly this hasn’t sat well with the other bombshells but at the end of the day as I see it if you cant fulfil the requirements of being a champion and you are struggling... then a new champ must be crowned.

Your time as champion is coming to an end and a new one must be crowned.

Ladies…there will be a new championed crowned and I will be the newly crowned champion when My Bloody Valentine comes to an end.

 Saturday 30th November 2013
Las Vegas, NV
Time: 9:30am
The office of Psychiatrist Dr. Jacqueline Du Plessis.

The scene opens up in the offices of Psychiatrist Dr Jacqueline Du Plessis on a quiet Saturday morning, where we see Amy sitting in a black leather chair facing the doctor, however, what caught the camera’s attention was the wide variety of items that adorned the walls and floor.

“So, Ms Marshall how can I help?”

The doctor began.

“This may seem trivial compared to probably your other patients, but I’ve found myself drinking a lot more than usual.”

“It isn’t trivial… but are you drinking t get drunk or because of problems? Because if it’s the first, then you are in the wrong place and I can refer you to a rehab centre.”

Amy cocked her head, as she looked at the doctor.

“Problems. More specifically the man I love.”

Amy explained.

“Ok?”

“Well I met a man as you do, we fell in love and got engage… etc… etc… but I screwed up a few months back, where I didn’t take his side on something and things fell apart. We broke up and the engagement ended, and things quickly went down hill with public arguments etc… and we haven’t spoke since and we’ve seen each other only one when I had to pick up some items from his home.  And while I haven’t seen him, I began to see someone else and my feelings began to wane a little… however, I since found out he is in hospital through twitter and well I’m a little confused.”

Amy explained.

“Its understandable… you were close, you were lovers… it’s going to be hard moving on and you will be confused because its hard seeing someone you love in a vulnerable position and you are feeling helpless.  I recommend you talk to this man and tell him how you feel… get the closure you need.”

Dr. Du Plessis explained.

“Right. The man is in a coma.”

Amy said.

“Doesn’t matter. Whether he is conscious or unconscious, tell him how you feel.  Believe it or not people in coma’s can hear.  So talk to him… tell him how you feel, tell him about this new man etc… it may seem ridiculous but it may or may not help.  If it doesn’t then feel free to come back… “

The doctor said.

“Thanks Dr. Du Plessis.”

“No problem.”

Amy stands to her feet, as does Dr. Du Plessis and they shake hands.

“Can you email me the bill?”

“Sure”

They shake hands once more, and Amy turns and begins to leave the office feeling a little better but also a little apprehensive in how things could go.  The scene fades out on Amy leaving the office and jumping into her and heading back home.


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1st December 2013
Hollywood, California.
Cedars-Sinai Hospital.

The scene opens outside the Cedars-Sinai hospital, where we see Amy standing at the entrance of the hospital, where days earlier she had heard through the twitter grapevine, that her former finance – Kevin Carter, had collapsed from complications of his knee surgery and was placed in an induced coma by the doctors.

And hours earlier she tried to contact Kevin’s younger brother – TJ but with little luck, and instead she rang the hospital posing his cousin to find out what floor he was on and what room he was in.

Supplied with that information, Amy let a small release of breath and headed into the hospital, as she followed the information placards beside the elevators and headed to the floor and ward that Kevin was placed on.

Arriving on the floor, Amy stepped from the elevator, and began the short walk to ward, as she got a little nervous, but not from the fact that she was seeing again but the fact that TJ might be there and cause a scene of some sort.

Entering the ward, Amy walks up to the nurse’s station.

“Hi, where is room 323?”

“Are you a relative?”

The nurse asked.

“I am… I’m his cousin.”

The nurse sceptically looked at Amy, but she couldn’t argue, which was lucky for Amy, as obviously the nurse didn’t follow any wrestling.

“Just down the hall and on the right.”

“Thanks”

Amy gave the nurse a small smile before walking down the hall, as per the nurse instructions until she reached room 323.

Knocking lightly on the door, Amy held her breath, as there was an answer to her knock.

“Come in.”

Amy pulled on the door handle and pushed the door open to see TJ first sitting watching the TV before seeing Kevin lying motionless.

“Why are you here?”

TJ said as he removed his feet off the bed and got to his feet.

“I just want to visit Kevin and see how he is.”

“I don’t think that is a very good idea… NURSE!”

TJ shouted.

Amy just shook her head.

“Look, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just came bye to see how he is and I’ll be gone.”

Amy explained, and as she finished, the nurse comes in.

“How can I help you Mr Carter?”

The nurse said as she checks a few things on Kevin.

“I… I thought I saw his fingers move.”

TJ lied, as Amy gave a small smile.

“Well there is a possibility that he might move limbs, fingers or toes, but with Kevin fighting the infection, he will remain in a coma.”

The nurse finishes her checks and then explanation before leaving the room.

“Alright… do you what you came to do and leave.”

TJ grabs his ipod and cellphone and makes his way out of the room, leaving Amy and Kevin alone.  Closing the door, Amy made her way over to the chair beside the bed and sat down.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not. Though in theory you can and I hope its true. First off don’t yell at TJ, I told him it was going to be a brief visit.

Anyway I think its easier to talk to you this way than when you are conscious… so… I am only here to get some closure and see how you are. Obviously you are in a coma…duh… but what the doctors are doing etc… The nurse didn’t give away too much. But I hope the antibiotics are working.

As for the closure… well I still care for you and I still have some love for you and that will never go… but I have kind of moved on a little.

His name is Marcus… he is actually an ex boyfriend back in Juneau. We’ve gotten close again, but to be honest I don’t know where it’s going. I have so much stuff in my head its crazy.

Believe it or not, I visited a shrink and she suggested seeing you.

I was a little worried what I was going to say or do… but I’ve said it now.

Anyway… I know we didn’t end of good terms and our last meeting was a little awkward and people are actually going to kill me for visiting you… but I don’t care. I just wanted to say thank you… thank you being the best boyfriend/Fiancé a girl could have, thank you for the awesome sex and thank you for being a friend.

I know I was a pretty lousy girlfriend a few months back… but I just want didn’t want you to be let down.

Again I’m sorry.”

Amy stands to her feet and leans over Kevin.

“Goodbye Kevin and Get well soon.”

Amy moved in and lightly places a kiss on Kevin’s lips.  Amy then pulls away to see TJ standing at the door.

“Just saying goodbye”

TJ hold his hands up, as Amy grabs her car keys off the bed and quickly leaves before an argument erupts between Amy and TJ.  Shaking his head, as he heads over to Kevin and sits back down, with a smirk.

Meanwhile Amy leaves the hospital by the way she came and jumps into her car and headed back home in Vegas.


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Thursday 6th December 2013
Newark, California
Downtown Newark.

The scene opens on Amy as she runs out the local Starbucks café muttering and cursing under her breath, as she quickly looks at her watch and just shakes her head and speeds up run.

It was pretty obvious that she was late for something important, as she barge past people, she didn’t apologise, which left those in her wake a little annoyed.  Getting further down the street, Amy suddenly bumps into Necra, who steps out of a toyshop with a couple of large stuffed my little ponies…

“Oh shit… I’m sorry Nec…ra.”

Amy cocked her head and looked at the stuffed toys in Necra’s arms.

“Resorted to sacrificing my little pony toys have we Necra?”

Necra just glared at Amy, as she pulled the two toys closer to her body and hugged them hard.

“I collect them. I'm surprised you haven't heard about the Broadway Play that I'm helping create and staring in.”

For a few brief moments, there was silence between the two with only the traffic and people walking by breaking the silence, as Amy shook her head and tried not to laugh. But then realised the time and began to move away…

“Sorry I can’t stick around and watch you hug them, but I’ve got to go.”

Amy let out a small laugh and began running once more, as she headed towards the Newark Pavilion for whatever appointment she had there that she was late for.


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”Are you still fucking bitching about not pinning your god damn shoulders to the mat? You do realise that these are Roulette Rules… anything can happen and you don’t have to get pinned.

You can keep on denying that I didn’t beat you by pinning your shoulders, but what happens IF you beat me on Sunday by either sending me through a table, or by placing me in a casket, or escaping the Cage, or Hell in a Cell or draw first blood etc… etc…

You would take great pride and brag about beating me, but wait you never pinned or made me submit.

Two can play at that game Mercedes…  You try to take away the fact that I beat you and took your title… I can just do and say the same thing.

Life is a bitch isn’t it?

So far far away from this fairytale bullshit that you think I seem to live in.

Its funny, I made some notes from your promo that you released and it oddly had a reoccurring them… it seems that you severely lack any and all material other than bitching about not pinning you and that I should be thanking you.

And after my promo, you should of got the hint that I would be never thanking you… and for you fucking up.

But in some way, you are just like every other sheep that try and insult me… but instead of the STD and whore jokes, it’s you trying to follow on from your own bitching and failures.

It’s pretty sad and desperate of you Mercedes…

I am just going to move and forget about you not pinning me and that I should be thanking, because that’s just a broken boring record, just like you.

I used to respect you, thought you were highly underrated… but since you showed up with this ego and thinking you are better than everyone else… all that respect has flown out of the window and you are nothing more than a stuck up bitch.

Thinking you know it all.

It seems that when I stated that I didn’t deserve the original title shot – which I admit I said that, you became very lackadaisical… and your all-knowing egotistical crown slipped. You seemed to think that because I said I didn’t deserve to be in this match that you were going to have an easy match.

I bet it was a surprise that I fought back and actually gave you competition… yes you lit a fire under my ass – I’m not going to deny that, but then again having a title shot lights a fire up everyone’s ass.

And I’m not going to let that fire burn out; I made my mistakes in my last company when I held the woman’s title… I wasn’t prepared for the pressure, I was prepared for what was expected of me… class these as excuses but I had no excuse that I sucked as champion back then.

Now… I have grown up, I watched those around me take titles, defend them successfully and some not and although the Bombshell Roulette title is a hard one to defend, I am going do my god damned hardest to defend it, whatever the stipulation may be.

And if does come down to pinning you or making you submit… then I will have to push harder in my training and push even harder in the match… BUT I point blank refuse to be pinned by your overrated moves called Cortina Roja or Black Rose Overdrive or even submit to Peligro Roja 2

And so when I pin your scrawny ass or even make you submit… there will be no more critics to answer to, no more people who think I am a one hit wonder or whatever – I would proved that I am better than you and that I pinned/submitted you just like you wanted.

I’m not going to wish you luck because obviously you don’t want or need it.

Instead I am just going to ask…

Are you ready?

Ready to be severely disappointed once again.

  V/O People say that bad luck comes in threes… for me it was the breakdown of my relationship with Kevin Carter, then the loss in the grudge match against Roxanne and Necra and finally the loss in the tag team match against Emma Rose and Roxi Johnson last week… so has the world righted itself and will my luck finally come back.

3rd November 2013
Club LAX
Las Vegas, Nevada

The scene opens moments after the tag team match between Emma Rose, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall and Joanne Canelli, where we saw Emma Rose and Roxi Johnson come out on top as Joanne tapped out to the Justice Lock.

Upon entering the backstage arena with Joanne in tow, Amy ushers Joanne towards her locker room the best she could, before continuing on her journey towards her own locker room, as she just wanted to forget about this week and the past few weeks.

However, as she rounded one of the few corners in Club LAX, she was greeted by the sight of Pussy Willow standing and talking with one of the backstage technicians and also maybe waiting for a poor unsuspecting soul, and unfortunately for Amy her changing room was in that direction.

“Shit!”

Putting her head down, Amy tried to slip through, however, with being the only bombshell on the roster with a Mohawk, she was instantly spotted and Pussy Willow quickly finished her conversation with the backstage tech and made a beeline for Amy.

“Amy can I have a few words with you?”

Amy cringed.

“Sure… I would prefer Scott Oliver to interview me. Where is he?”

Amy asked, as she was pretty sure Pussy didn’t watch the match and that Amy preferred Scott Oliver to interview her these days.

“He’s unavailable. Sorry” Pussy shrugs apologetically. “So can I get your thoughts about your match tonight.”

Amy just shook her head, and suspected that Pussy never saw the match and was far too busy talking the backstage tech guy.

“Sure.  At this moment, my only thoughts are that I am hoping that my run of bad luck inside the ring and outside the ring has disappeared.  And I hope that this match is number 3 in the run of bad luck. But I am glad I wasn’t the one who was pinned tonight, just the receiving end of the usual loss. But congrats to Roxi and Emma for the win tonight.”

Satisfied with her response, Amy gave Pussy a small smile before turning and walking off in the direction she was originally heading – her locker room.  Once in the locker room, Amy grabbed a bottle of water, where she took in a couple of gulps before grabbing her bag pulling out her street clothes. The scene quickly fades on Amy sitting down and unlacing her boots.


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4th November 2013
Time: 8:45am
Juneau, Alaska.
Juneau International Airport.

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The day after Amy and Joanne lost to Roxi and Emma, Amy decided to head home and visit her parents and face the music – more from her mom than anyone else.  As her fight approached the runway, the butterflies in her stomach increased, as Amy never knew why she was always nervous when she returned back to her hometown…. But she did know that she would be getting hell because of the recent public break-up between Amy and Kevin.

“Welcome to Juneau international airport, please stay in your seat until the plane has landed safely and has docked at the terminal. Thank you for flying with Alaska Airlines.”

Ignoring the overly cheery flight attendant, Amy looked out of the small porthole window as she quickly spotted the scenery she knew very well. As the plane landed with a short sharp judder, Amy picked up her laptop case from between her legs and placed it on her lap before grabbing her cell phone and turning off flight mode.

Amy sent a quick text to someone informing him or her that she had just landed, unfastening her seatbelt; Amy stood to her feet and quickly headed to the door to ensure she would be at the front of the queue.

5 minutes later, every disembarked and headed to baggage reclaim, as everyone waited for his or her bag to come along, Amy didn’t see someone coming up behind her, until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her.  Amy pulled the arms away and quickly spun around readying herself to hit that person.

“What the hell?”

Amy came face-to-face with her mystery hugger and soon realised who it was.

“Marcus.”

“Hey”

Amy threw her arms around this man and gave him a hard hug.

“What are you doing here?”

Amy asked.

“Just flew in. It appears we were on the same flight. I assume you are visiting the family.”

Marcus explained.

“I am. And dreading it.”

Marcus chuckled, as he knew how much Amy’s mom disliked Amy’s career path and the people she dated.

“How about a bit of liquid courage in the bar?”

Marcus asked, as she quickly rushed to the carousel and grabbed his bad.

“Tempting but I should be fine. Maybe later on when I’ve had e full ear bending and probing.”

Amy said as she then spotted her bag and grabbed it.

“Well you know where the bar is, and it’s always open for you.”

Amy smiled at Marcus and began to wonder why she and him ever split up in the first place, as he was always such a nice guy.

“Thanks.  How are you getting home?”

“A friend is picking me up, do you need a lift as well?”

“Sure.”

Marcus smiled, as he and Amy then began their short walk towards immigration for check etc… before making their way out of the small airport, where they get into a green Chevrolet Chevelle and the driver dropped off Amy in Salmon Creek, while he and Marcus turned back and headed to downtown Juneau.

Waving goodbye, Amy turned and came face to face with her childhood home

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Letting out a small sigh, Amy headed towards the house, as the butterflies in her stomach felt even worse to the point that she felt like throwing up.  Knocking gently on the door, a few moments passed and then the door swung open to reveal her father.

“Hey dad.”

He gave her a large smile, which helped melt away some of the butterflies, as Amy stepped forward and gave him a hard hug.  Although they had their problems when Amy left home and hadn’t talked to each other for years, her father came to accept Amy unlike her mom.

“Come in.”

Stepping into the house, Amy smiled, however, she noticed that both her sisters were at school, so Amy lacked back up from one sister at least.  Closing the door behind her, she placed her bag by the front door and sat down on the sofa.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?”

“Just a coffee please.  So how are you dad?”

Amy asked.

“I’m good.” Her father shouted from the kitchen. “I decided to retire, the stress of the job wasn’t helping my dodgy heart.”

“Are you still taking your meds?”

“I am”
Her father said, as he returned back with cups of coffee in his hands before handing one to Amy.

“What is with the shouting?”

Came a female voice, as Amy’s mom came through from the back garden.

“Hi Mom”

Amy stood to her feet, placing the cup on the table and walked over and gave her a hug, which Amy’s mom didn’t reciprocate back.

“How are you?”

“Fine. We need to talk young lady.”

Amy nodded at those dreaded words, even though she was 33, she still felt like a 5 year old being told off, Amy then looked at her father who just shrugged before taking a seat.  She was already wishing that she hadn’t decided come visit her parents and instead take up Marcus’ offer of heading to the bar. But if she didn’t visit her family, she would still have to deal with her mom and why she didn’t come visit.

“Where do you want to start?”

Amy asked.

“How about embarrassing the Marshall name and doing another fucking smut movie.”

It had always been about Amy doing porn and never making anything of herself and each and every time Amy came back to Juneau to see her parents, it always came down to her career whether it be in the wrestling ring or doing more porn… she wasn’t at all surprised that she didn’t start with her failed relationship with Kevin… but no doubt it would come up.


Hours later

1:35pm
The Bar.

Hours after Amy had stepped into her childhood home and faced the grilling and probing from her mom about her career, love life and virtually any other problem that bugged her mom, Amy entered the bar that her ex boyfriend Marcus owned in down town Juneau, after a short taxi ride.

Taking a seat at the bar, Amy put her arms on the bar and lay her head on it in a frustrated and warn out way.

“Here… drink this.”

Lifting her head up and Amy saw sitting in front of her a glass of brandy, putting her hand around the tumbler, Amy just downed the amber liquid ignoring the warm burning sensation that came with it.

“Thanks.”

“Was it that bad?”

Marcus asked, as Amy ran her hand through her long hair unkempt hair.

“Pretty much… I would have preferred having my nipples ripped off salt rubbed into the wounds. I don’t know why I put myself through the torture every time I come home.”

Amy shook her head, as she tried to shake off the tension of the argument that she and her mom had.

“Another drink?”

“Sure. Beer and one of your cheese and ham rolls.”

“Coming up.”

Marcus turns and grabs a beer and then a large cheese and ham roll and places them in front of Amy.

“How much do I owe you?”

Amy asked.

“On the house.  Just don’t tell anyone else.”

Amy smiled and nodded her head.

“Secret is safe.”

Marcus just winked at Amy, as she takes a sip of beer before beginning her attack on the cheese and ham roll. The scene quickly fades out on Marcus serving other customers, as Amy pulled out her cell phone and checked to see if she had a match plus do a little twitter surfing.


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Sunday 10th November 2013
Juneau, Alaska (still)
Time: 6:30am
Amy’s apartment.

Beep Beep… beep beep.

The scene opens up inside the apartment flat of Amy, where we hear her cell phone beeps indicating that she has a message, which wakes Amy from her sleep.  Turning over, Amy grabs her cell phone and checks her message, which instantly makes Amy more awake.

SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
MERCEDES VARGAS © vs AMY MARSHALL
The Bombshell Roulette Championship has become one of the most hotly contested championships in not just the ladies side of things, but in the entirety of SCW itself! This week, the champion, Mercedes Vargas, sets foot inside of the ring to put her belt on the line against one of the division's most dangerous threats, in Amy Marshall! Amy has made it her personal goal to tear that title belt from around whoever's waist she has to in order to claim it for her own, and its none other than Mercedes Vargas who stands in her path with no intention of just handing her cherished title over! </Center>

“Holy shit!”

Amy quickly sat up, and rubbed her eyes making sure that she wasn’t dreaming, however, in the process, she disturbed the person next to her.

“What’s up?”

Amy looked over to see Marcus lying next to her, who looked at her bleary eyed.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.”

And on that cue, Marcus fell back to sleep, as Amy shook her head as she couldn’t believe that she had a title shot and against Mercedes Vargas.  Though at this moment, that wasn’t her main concern, it was the fact that she found herself for the second time in the week in bed with Marcus.

The first time, she felt a little guilty and was very tempted to text Kevin and apologise, however, this time the guilt wasn’t as bad, but she kind of felt sorry for Marcus as she thought she was leading him on.

Letting out a small sigh, Amy grabs a cover and climbs out of bed and disappears into the bathroom. And with that the scene quickly fades on Marcus in Amy’s and the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.


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Wednesday 13th November 2013
Covina, California

A few days after Amy visited home, Amy grabbed the next flight out and headed to Covina for Climax Control, where she was ready to face off against Mercedes for the Bombshell Roulette title.  For Amy and Mercedes, this wasn’t the first they met, they had met several times in singles and tag team competition in NCW and each and every time Mercedes was the winner.

And since finding out that she was facing Mercedes at Climax Control, Amy headed to the gym twice a day, just to make sure that her head and body was prepared and focused.

The scene opens on Amy as she returns from the gym for the second in the day, where she entered the hotel that she was staying in, as she headed towards the elevator, she was quickly stopped by Necra who walked up to her in her usual mysterious slow paced walk.

“Hey Amy.”

Amy turned and glared at Necra.

”Necra. What do I owe this pleasure of your company?”

“I was just seeing how you are.  I know what you weren’t happy with the way our match ended at High Stakes and well we haven’t spoken since.”

Necra said.

“I already made my feelings clear about the outcome of that match, but hey congrats on getting a lucky win, you deserve it.”

Amy said sarcastically before turning and was ready to step into the lift but was stopped by Necra again.

“Hey… good luck with Mercedes on Sunday. You’re going to need it.”

Amy just glared at Necra before getting on the lift, as Necra gave Amy a small smile and wave. As the lift doors closed, giving space between Amy and Necra…the lift whisked Amy up to her floor, Amy shook her head and wondered what Necra’s agenda was.

Entering her hotel room, Amy dumped her training bag on the floor along with her room keys, Amy then sat on the bed for a moment, as she kicked off her trainers as she thought back to her gym session and how her promo came together inside her head.

And instead of waiting for a few days to do something about it, she decided to do it now and grabbed her camera.

 
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”When I announced that I was leaving NCW and found out that my final match it would be against you, I thought that as bad as this sounds that I would never ever have to face you again. So I was pretty glad that when I left NCW, with my final loss as usual was to you…

And now a year later after I had left NCW and made my presence felt in Sin City Wrestling, we are once again coming face to face for the first time in Sin City Wrestling and for the Bombshell Roulette title, which you somehow hold.

Firstly Mercedes… I don’t think I ever welcomed you to Sin City Wrestling… but then again, why should I welcome someone who I had faced many times in NCW and never beat.

But hey… welcome to Sin City Wrestling.

Now…  I already sense that you are going to mock me for my shortcomings here in Sin City… such as not being able to beat Roxi Johnson for the Bombshell title or Necra Octavian Kane for the Bombshell Roulette title… and perhaps mock me for my failed relationship with Kevin.

And no doubt inform me that I have no chance in winning the title.

To be honest, I wasn’t expecting a title shot and frankly I don’t deserve it either… but unlike my previous opportunities I am not going to turn it down.

They say that bad luck comes in threes… well I’ve lost the grudge match against Necra and Roxanne, I lost to Emma and Roxi and I lost the love of my life… so effectively the universe owes me one since it has shit on me.

But I am not totally relying on karma, I have also been working hard inside the gym, I’ve watched back all the videos, where we have faced each other in NCW and I’ve watched your matches here in SCW.

But lets me honest here… you’ve had it quite easy so far and got very very lucky when you beat Nessa.  But I can’t say much when Necra and I won the tag titles in my second ever match in SCW.

The thing is you haven’t faced the likes of Misty, Odette, Vixen, Gothika etc… etc… so you don’t know what is like to have tough battles.

But come Sunday night, I am going to give you a tough match as I aim to prize the Roulette title out of your hands and around my waist.  I have been in this company one year and yet to win the Bombshell or Roulette title and to be honest, while I haven’t held singles gold for a good few years… I am biding my time and being patient.

Patience is a virtue… right?

Yeah… I am not buying that crap either.

You see Mercedes… I am not going to lie down like all the other times, I am not going to allow all my past losses effect me – yes I did say oh crap when I first saw the match… at first I doubted myself… but I then quickly realised that this is a different company and different circumstances.

I am hungrier, I am stronger and more determined than ever…  You better be ready Mercedes because I am taking that Roulette title and I don’t care what the stipulation is.

My time… my title.

 {OOC: Apologies for the shitty flashback}

“It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever.”
- Samantha Bruce-Benjamin, The Art of Devotion


PRE HIGH STAKES PPV

8th October 2013
Home of Amy Marshall
Rio Grande, NJ.

It had been three days since Amy and Kevin broke up, however, for Amy it felt more like weeks, unlike Kevin, Amy had never been in a relationship that involved love, she had plenty of relationships over the years, where she had merely just fancied the person but was never in love with them. However, when Amy dumped someone or vice versa, Amy was never the one to pine over anyone, but Kevin was different… she loved him.

Watching him flirt and hang around with this Savannah A’Costa hurt, Amy couldn’t see them lasting as Savannah is a rich dumb airhead, although like Amy, she was also a freak in bed and that somewhat distracted away from the rich dumb airhead trait.

The scene opens up inside the home of Amy Marshall, as the camera glides around we see pictures from Amy’s wrestling career, but also a few pictures from DVD covers that Amy has appeared on as Roxxxie, pictures from AVN awards, pictures posing with people whom she had filmed with and pictures of friends and family.

And as the camera arrives in the living room, we see more pictures, and replica belts and replica AVN awards with the original’s being in 3-X HQ and a few more pictures… as the camera pans around, we see Amy sitting on the floor with her back rest against her black leather sofa.  In front of her is a small glass table, on the table sat a large bottle of Russian Standard Vodka half drunk, but also a large bag of white power and some pills of sorts…

Looking up Amy’s face was drained of color and her eyes puffy from crying. Picking up the pills Amy looked at them and tried to remember how she did this the first time around…


{Flashback}

2009

The scene had opened on Roxxxie and then lover Maxxx Hardcore inside his apartment, where they were having sex, however, they were rudely interrupted as the local police burst in and dragged Maxxx off Roxxxie and to the ground where they handcuffed him, all the while Roxxxie, Maxxx and the police shouting at each other.

Covering herself with the bed sheet, Roxxxie watched on as the police dragged Maxxx to his feet where they gave him his pants before dragging him away leaving Roxxxie alone.  Getting up off the bed, Roxxxie threw the nearest thing at the splintered door.

And on that note, Roxxxie got changed but was unsure what the hell she was going to do about Maxxx, but she knew that she wasn’t going to sit around and wait.  Instead Roxxxie opted to leave the apartment and drink her troubles away.

Quickly returning back to the hotel, Roxxxie changed once more and headed into the town where she started to drink lots and took a mixture of drugs to enjoy herself and ignore the lingering feeling of missing Maxxx.

The last thing Roxxxie remembers as she collapsed from the all the drink and drugs she had, is the loud music of the club she was in.  And while ‘unconscious’, Roxxxie found herself on top of a cliff somewhere secluded, serene and beautiful and over looking the a blue sea.

Where she chatted with a friend that had died years ago and this was when Roxxxie realised she was in trouble.  Things then went bright as she came around from being unconscious.

“We got her back”

Roxxxie comes round and sees a load of doctors and nurses fussing around,

“What happened?”

“Take some bloods, and then give her some saline and monitor her every half hour”

The doctor said to the nurse before making some notes on the chart before turning his attention to Roxxxie.

“Welcome back Miss Marshall, you gave us a bit of a scare. And to answer your question… you overdosed on the drugs you were taking. Can you remember what you were taking?”
The doctor asked.

“Uh coke and some other stuff but I can’t remember what.”

She briefly and unhelpfully explained.

“Well whatever it was, it stopped your heart for a minute.”

“I died?”

“Yes, but there won’t be any lasting effects. But I do strongly recommend that you keep away from the drugs in future or at least go into rehab.”

“Thanks.”

Roxxxie said a little sarcastically, as the doctor turned as the nurse returned.

“Nurse Bailey, can you transfer Miss Marshall to recovery. Thanks.”

The doctor then leaves.

“How long do I have to stay here?”

Amy asks, as the nurse begins to set up the drip.

“Until the drip as filtered through your system and your bloods have come back.”

“Great”

Roxxxie sat back in the bed, as the nurse began to place the needle into Roxxxie’s arm for the drip.  Closing her eyes for a moment, Roxxxie wished Maxxx was here, but she knew that it wasn’t going to happen since he had been arrested, which Roxxxie believed on false charges.

Suddenly Roxxxie was jolted away, as her the nurse and porter began to move her bed to recovery.


{End of Flashback}

“Oh my god Amy… are you ok?”

Asks the female voice.

“What?”

Amy said snapping out of her daydream.

“How much of this have you taken?”

“Nothing yet.”

Amy said slurring her words a little, obviously drunk. Looking up to see who entered the house – it was her business partner and friend – Lori Martin. Lori quickly disappears for a moment, before returned with a dustpan and brush and sweeps away the powder before grabbing Amy’s hand and turning it, allowing the pills to fall into the dustpan.

“Oi… give me them back.”

Amy protested, but with the way she was sitting she couldn’t move.

“Is this the way you want to be remembered? Overdosed on god know what because of a man.”

Lori helps Amy onto the sofa, where she sits next to her.

“People should remember you for your life accomplishments and wrestling accomplishments and not dying on coke, drink and pills. No man is worth it.”

Lori continued.

“But I love him”

Amy said in a drunken slur and a single tear rolls down her cheek.

“I know babe, but it will get easier over time. Today you are having a bad day, but tomorrow you will have a good day and love the world, but the hurt will still nag you in the back of your head.”

Lori said trying to make Amy see sense.

“Plus I need you after the Supercard in Trinidad.”

“Why?”

Amy asked, as she removed her head from Lori’s shoulder.

“Its not totally confirmed yet, but you know we were talking to Manuel Ferrera, well he will be contacting us tomorrow about doing a few movies for us.  And to cheer you up, I put our names down first.”

Lori said waiting for Amy’s reaction to the news.

“I’ve retired from porn, I’m just merely a owner and director now.”

Amy said uninterested.

“Oh lighten up Ames, its Manuel fucking Ferrara… the man is gorgeous.  Hell his penis and obviously his chiselled good looks might give you a break from thinking about Kevin.  And its only one fucking movie, with me and the very Manuel, what do you say?”

Lori said as she gives Amy a gentle shoulder nudge, trying to give her the incentive to say yes, although it was true that Amy had retired from porn, but it didn’t stop her from making anything amateur for her own collection.

“Oh go on then.”

Lori squealed with delight before giving Amy a kiss on the cheek.  Amy smiled a little, as she let out a small sigh; she knew she was going to have many more bad days, and although solving it and killing herself with drink and drugs would be the easy way out, she knew that no man was truly killing herself for, but love does crazy things.

“Great, so why don’t you go clean yourself up and sober you up before taking you for something to eat.”

Lori suggested.

“Thanks.”

Amy gave a small smile, as she gave Lori a hug and kiss on the cheek, before taking a few attempts to get to her feet, which Lori chuckles to herself.  Amy then disappears towards the bathroom, where she strips off and heads into the shower. Meanwhile Lori picks up the remote control and turns on the TV, as she waits for Amy.  The scene fades out on Lori leaning back on the sofa and watching the TV.


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POST HIGH STAKES PPV
 
13th October 2013
High Stakes III
Turtle Rock Beach, Trinidad

The ring fills with the cloudy spray and Amy staggers back, blinded! Necra then gets a running start and drives the fire extinguisher into Marshall's head, knocking her from the ring! Necra wastes no time and grabs the downed Roxanne and she hits a twisted version of the Unprettier!

Simone: My Fair Lady!

Necra covers her and hooks the leg!

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Simone: She did it! Necra walks away with this one!

The crowd cheers as Drew raises Necra's arm in victory as Amy holds her head and looks from the outside in severe anger!

Justin: Here is your winner, Necra Octavian Kane!

Watching Necra get her hand raised, pissed Amy off and with her love life going down the toilet, it capped the past week off as pretty much terrible and it also ended the Caribbean tour on an ultimate low.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the nearest stagehand, Amy pours the water over her face to remove any fire extinguisher spray, before placing a hand on the bump that was beginning to form from the extinguisher shot from Necra.

Muttering a bunch of swear words under her breath, Amy just shook her head before making a quick exit from the ring to the backstage area, where ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver was waiting for either Necra, Roxanne or Amy.

“Hey babe, can I get a few words from you?”

Scott asked with his usual laid back attitude, while Amy just gave him a quick glare, before letting out a small sigh.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.  I’ll keep this short and sweet.  Your thoughts on what happened out there tonight?”

“Once again I am screwed out of a fucking match by non other than Necra.  This battle I started with me calling out Roxanne, it should have been between Roxanne and myself, but you butted in… I should have been the one kicking her ass, embarrassing her and pinning her tonight. I should be the one ending her career.

But no… you wanted to get yourself involved… well congratulations Necra. You fucking pinned Roxanne.  But let it be know that its tainted… tainted because you shouldn’t have been in this match and you got fucking lucky tonight.”

Amy stomps off away from Scott Oliver, who just smiles before turning and waiting for the possibility of talking to either Roxanne or Necra.  Meanwhile Amy returns to her locker room, where she slams the door shut in frustration before giving the lockers a quick kick before stripping to shower.


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Tuesday 29th October 2013
Los Angeles, California
The home of Kevin Carter.

Days after the High Stakes Supercard, where we saw Necra beat Roxanne and Amy in a hardcore rules match, Amy headed home to Rio Grande, New Jersey for the post Supercard weeks break, however, for Amy it was extended to two weeks with Amy not being booked on the next show.

During those two weeks, Amy and Kevin had a war of words as they argued with who was too blame with the relationship breaking down, with Kevin blaming her for the failure in not supporting him, while Amy blamed him for being too childish.

And although they had broke up, Amy still loved him and wasn’t going to get over it quickly.

Also during those two weeks off, Amy also done a little bit of filming for her adult film company 3-X productions, which she, her business partner Lori and male star Manual Ferrari did a scene together.

It briefly helped Amy forget about Kevin and focus on a different kind of work.

The scene opens outside the house of Kevin Carter, where we see Amy sitting alone inside her Ferrari as she looks at the house longingly.  Hours earlier Kevin had got in contact with Amy in regards to picking up bits from the house.  And although Amy knew that there would be a time when she had to return and collect any stuff from the house, she would have hoped that it would never happen.

Although Amy didn’t want it to happen, before she left New Jersey, Amy picked up the few bits that she had of Kevin’s and threw them into a small box and threw it into the Ferrari’s small trunk.

Letting out a small sigh, Amy grabs the box and then climbs out of the car before taking the short walk up the path towards the door.  As she inched closer, she thought about the memories of coming to the house each time, all were good with no bad memories or fighting.

Finally reaching the door, Amy stood before it and hesitated before pressing the doorbell.

A few agonising moments passed, before the door opens to reveal Kevin on crutches with knee brace wrapped around his recently surgically repaired knee.  Cocking her head, Amy looked at Kevin’s knee and just gave a small smirk before looking up.

“Hi”

Amy said breaking the silence.

“Hey.”

Kevin said back, as he opened the door to allow Amy into the house, as he used the crutches to turn and go back towards the living room, as Amy follows close behind with her box of Kevin’s items.

“How is the knee?”

Amy asked without any intent of being rude or horrible considering how they broke up.

“Sore.”

Kevin said providing no other information to Amy, as he picks up the box that sat on the table and held it out for Amy to take.

“Umm thanks.  Where shall I put your box?”

Amy asked taking the box under her arm.

“Just throw it away.”

Kevin said with a shrug and saying a few more words. As Amy just nodded and with the awkward feeling lingering, Amy just turned and headed towards the door not wanting to say what was on her mind.

Once at the door, Amy hesitated as she turned to see Kevin ignoring the fact that Amy was leaving and just sitting down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Looking down at the box of Kevin’s bits, Amy just felt a surge of anger fill her senses.

Grabbing the door handle, Amy opens the front door and steps out and angrily slams the door behind her, as she begins to think about what she can do with his box.  Jumping into her car, Amy headed back to her newly acquired apartment in Las Vegas.

Sometime later



“Fuck you Kevin.”

Amy throws the box of Kevin’s items into the bucket, which the cologne that was in the box, stokes the fire even more.


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”So this week I am partnered with Joanne Canelli, So I should be excited that I am partnered with a former roulette champion, but to be honest I’m not.  Nothing against you Joanne, you were a great champion but I want a partner who can hold a title longer than a few weeks… a partner like Roxi or Emma or someone I know very well and has beaten me multiple times; Mercedes Vargas.

Yeah I know Emma has never won a title in SCW but I saw how she faired in ACW and she did great.

Anyway going into this match, I know and Joanne knows that this match isn’t going to be easy… after all Roxi held the Bombshell title for months after defeating the most dominant woman in SCW.

But you have to pray that Roxi has a bad day and either Joanne or myself can pick up the big win.

But of course lets not forget Emma Rose the dark horse of the match…  she maybe a rookie but don’t let that fool you.  I’ve watched the few matches that you had in ACW and you impressed a lot of people including myself… you are truly a main threat, however, with your recent ‘hiatus’, I wonder how much ring rust there would be.

I hope you have been keeping up with your training because it would just suck to lose if you didn’t keep up with your training.

Good Luck Emma.

Good Luck Roxi.

  V/O: A lot has changed since I last stepped inside the ring, firstly losing my match against Emma Rose and Vixen, which this was for the ACW woman’s title back in August at the Massacre In Moncton PPV. Since then I have been training myself and training others at the Arcador School of Wrestling. However, while I was training, I found out that Sin City Wrestling’s Mark Ward had brought ACW from JJ Dixon during a card game and all the ACW contracts now belonged to SCW.  And with my contract enabling me to wrestle once a month… I have been waiting what seems like forever to make my SCW debut.


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Arcador Family Home,
Soho Area,
New York, NY
Monday 23rd September 2013
Time: 7:30am



Beep… beep

The scene opens inside the home of Jade and Jedah Arcador, where we see a fairly tidy house, until the cameras enter the living room, where we see replicate belts and action photos adorn the walls of as living room.  Continuing on, and into another room, we see Jade lying in bed with her cell phone in hand, with Jedah still asleep beside her.

Message date: 09/23/13
Time: 0730am
From: 555-339-302

Climax Control
Barbados - Colony Club Beach
09/29/2013

Jade Manendez-Arcador vs. Traci Patterson.

“About damn time.”  Jade said as she stretched and rubbed her eyes.

“What’s that?” a voice beside her said groggily.

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Jade said as she looked across to her husband Jedah.

“It’s fine.  So who is the message from?” Jedah asked.

“Sin City Wrestling… the company who bought ACW. I’ve got my first match against someone I’ve already faced inside the ring a few times. And it’s in Barbados.”  Jade explained.

Jedah raised an eyebrow “Wow nice… I would kill for a monthly contract and head to Barbados for just one single match.”

Jade smirks and gives Jedah a shove. As you can see an idea pop into her head… “I have an idea. I’m going to take Lizzy to Barbados with me.

“Sure.  It gets her out of New York for a bit and I will be able to fix those things.  Are you taking Carol?” Jedah asked.

“Of course. I’m not going to leave Lizzy alone with a bunch of strangers.” Jade said.

“True. Any idea when you are going to leave?” Jedah asked.

“Nope. But nice to see you want me gone already.”  Jade sat up and placed her cell phone on the bedside cabinet.

“Sorry.  Just want to know so we have enough staff” Jedah gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah Yeah” Jade winked at Jedah, as she gave him a kiss back, before peeling back the duvet cover and swinging her legs around and stretching.

The scene fades on Jedah turning over back to sleep, while Jade climbs out of bed and disappears into the ensuite bathroom, where we hear the shower being turned on, as Jade came back out and went into a cupboard and pulling out some towels and disappearing back into the bathroom.


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Wednesday 26th September 2013
2:30pm
Chatters Tea Room at Bagatelle Great House
Holetown, Barbados

The scene opens in the delicate Chatters Tea room in Holetown, where we see Jade sitting alone by the window of the Team Room, she quickly looks at her watch, as if she was expecting someone, and on cue with see Amy Marshall coming into view and entering the Tea Room wearing the smartest items of clothing she has and her hair pushed back into a ponytail. While Jade wore a white calf length skirt with matching white jacket with black trim and black heels.

“Hi, sorry I’m late. Finding this place is impossible.”


Jade smiles “That’s ok.  I had a little trouble finding it as well.”

“Have you ordered yet?” Amy asked.

Jade nodded. “I have, I went for the savory tea. I though the full afternoon was too much for the two of us.”

“You could have invited Lizzy and Carol.” Amy suggested, as the waitress appears holding a tray with cups, saucers, a teapot, milk and sugar before disappearing.

“Carol might like it, but Lizzy is a little too young still and will get bored easily.”  Jade said as she turned grabs a cup and saucer before pouring herself a cup of tea with milk and sugar.

“I still can’t get over the fact that we are in the same promotion.”  Amy said changing the subject before making herself a cup of tea.

“Neither can I, I thought ACW would be around longer, but shit happens. But it should be interesting facing off against former champions.  Also seeing you once a month, and see how you have kept up your training.” Jade said with a smile, as the waitress returned with a small tower of sandwiches and savouries and plates.

“Thank you” Amy said thanking the waitress. “You are going to be surprised. Instead of you kicking my ass it’s going to be vice versa.” Amy joked.

Jade just smirked and said nothing. “Do you know anything about this Traci Patterson I’m facing this week?”

“Nothing I’m afraid, you have more experience in that department.” Amy said with a shrug as she placed a sandwich in her mouth.

“I was hoping for more information from what I already have.” Jade shrugged with disappointment as she ate a mini quiche.

“Sorry. Anyway, has Lizzy been enjoying Barbados?” Amy asked.

The mention of Lizzys name made Jade smile “She has been enjoying it – playing in the pool, playing in the sea, playing in the sand. And she hasn’t asked for her daddy yet.” Jade said as she took a sip of tea and a bite of something savory.

“I thought there wouldn’t be too much to do in Barbados for kids” Amy said.

“Me too. But I was actually surprised.” Jade said

With that the scene fades out with Jade and Amy continuing their conversation, which involved talking about Jedah, Kevin and the wedding in Panama, as they also continued eating the sandwiches and the savouries on the silver tower.


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Debut’s suck…I swore off them when I debuted for ACW because settling into a new place, making friends and learning the rules of the fed is too time consuming.  But I guess I will be right at home as I face off against Traci Patterson.

But this isn’t the first time we have met inside the ring… the first time was in my debut match, where I was facing Angel Kash, Trista Stygg and Traci… and in that match I came out victorious, which turned out to be a successful debut.

Then the next time we face off was in a tag match, where I was partnered with Alexis Morrison against Emma Rose and Traci Patterson… unfortunately in that match Alexis and I lost, but that was Alexis’ fault for being a dud wrestler and I noticed that she was pretty much useless here in SCW as well.

Anyway… after that we never did face off again, as I had a world title match against Vixen and that would be my final match in ACW.

And so to Sin City Wrestling.

The down fall of heading to Sin City Wrestling is that instead of having to travel from New York to Nova Scotia, which was a short plane ride, I now have to spend half the day travelling from New York to Las Vegas, however, in this case to Barbados.

I will sort that issue of staying in Las Vegas later, for now though its time to focus on my match against Traci Patterson.

I am now going to go for the corny line – So we meet again.

Last time we met, you and Emma pulled off a good win, although I had a pretty useless partner, and I am sorry we didn’t give you a decent enough match, however, this time there isn’t two other women in this match… its just you and I.

But the thing is, you may have had 3 matches so far in your career and got Laura Jackson as your trainer, but that won’t help you much.  You are still a rookie and still learning and this is just prefect for me.

And what makes it even better – is you giving away that you are carrying an ankle injury.

You silly silly little girl.

Lesson number 1, which Laura should have told you… never ever show weakness or declare you weakness.

So thanks for that information, greatly appreciated and very very handy.  Now while you are trying to protect that ankle with heavy strapping and stuff, I will be stomping on that bum ankle, pounding on your pretty little face and then make you tap out.

Just a shame I don’t have the ankle lock as a submission finish.

Anyway here is some advice for you… from a trainer to a rookie… be prepared to spend some time on the sidelines.

I am going after that ankle.

  V/O: We all know that the world of wrestling moves pretty quick, and while three weeks ago I was on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic ocean fighting to win the Bombshell title off Roxi Johnson with little success… I am now sitting on a beach on St. Thomas Island in the Caribbean preparing to face Roxanne – things have definitely moved on.


18th August 2013
Royal Monarch Cruise Ship
Summer XXXtreme II

::: Flashback :::

Alexis lets go after a few minutes and tries to revive Jacob so that she can lock it in again and win the title, however since her back is turned she doesn’t see a fan jumping the barricade and entering the ring!

The fan, who’s face is covered with a hood but is clearly a woman, charges in and hits Alexis with, off all things, the Run Like Hell Bulldog!

The fan removes her hood revealing it to be Roxanne herself, the crowd goes crazy at the site of the controversial Bombshell as she quickly leaves the ring.

Roxi has climbed the turnbuckle and signals for the end before leaping… and hitting Roxanne with a suicide dive!

Roxi, despite her clear reservations about the finish, climbs back in the ring and locks in the Justice Lock on Alexis! Alexis screams in pain as she tries to break free but can’t and is eventually forced to tap out to the submission hold!

Justin: Your winner by submission and STILL SCW Bombshell Champion Roxi Johnson!

::: End of Flashback :::

Moments after the match, Amy returns to the makeshift backstage area, as she grabs a bottle of water before doing a quick scan around to see if she could spot the unmistakable red hair of Roxanne. Although Roxanne didn’t touch Amy, Amy was getting pissed off with Roxanne and her constant bitching, moaning and occasional bitching.

For now though, Amy was now ready to move on from her disastrous title campaign and focus on something else.

Looking one more time for Roxanne, Amy turned and as she was about to return to her and Kevin’s cabin, she was stopped by ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver.

“Amy babe, can I get a few words from you about the match tonight?” Scott asked with a look of hope on his face.

“Sure”

“Awesome. First off how are you feeling about the outcome of the match?”

Amy looks at Scott and the usual satisfaction of winning or the anger from losing was not there – just calmness “I can’t argue with the result, although I would have preferred to have won, but I tried my best, but Roxi did well and is a worthy champion.”

“Any thoughts about Roxanne’s interference towards the end of the match?”  Scott asked.

“I don’t know what she was trying to accomplish and I don’t know what her problem is, but I will address her at the next show.”  Amy said with a hint of anger.

“But that’s is a long way off… will you forget what you will say?”

“I won’t, plus I’ll probably wing it anyway.” Amy said confidently.

“Well thanks Amy.”

“No problem Scotty”

Amy gives Scott a small smile before continuing her journey back to the cabin to shower and change before catching the rest of the show including the main event.

V/O: As I watched the rest of the show including the main event, which I thoroughly enjoyed, as I watched Kevin battle five other men beat the crap out of everyone and eventually becoming SCW world champion. This Supercard on the Royal Monarch has turned out pretty good.


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1 week later

1st September 2013
Hadicurari Beach, Aruba

The scene opens moments after the brawl between Necra, Amy and Roxanne… where we see Amy being escorted to the hotel just away from the beach.

The anger and adrenaline still rages through her body, as she struggles and argues with security, until they reach an empty ballroom, where security places Amy inside before locking the door and leaving a guard outside the door. Meanwhile inside the ballroom, Amy let out a scream before giving the door a kick leaving a small black mark on the white door.

Though this didn’t solve all her problems, it helped release some of the anger, Quickly sitting down, Amy let out a small sigh as she through back to what had just happened between Roxanne and herself but also Necra and her.

The distrust between Amy and Necra was still plain to see as they tangled before zeroing in on Roxanne, however, there was still some respect between the two and although the friendship was rocky, Amy didn’t want Necra’s help.

As for Roxanne and Amy – there was definitely unfinished business and somewhere deep down; Amy knew that this wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

Roxanne was too stubborn and a pain in everyone’s ass.

A gentle knock brought Amy back to reality, as she looked up to see Pussy Willow coming through the door, as Amy just buried her head in her hands.

“Is it ok to speak with you?” Pussy asked from the doorway.

“I suppose the security guard is still behind the door?” Amy asked.

“Yup”

“Fuck!”

“So it is ok to have a talk with you?” Pussy asked again.

“Like I don’t have any choice” Amy said sarcastically.

“Thanks” Pussy said ignoring Amy’s sarcastic tone before continuing on. “I’m just going to ask a few questions about what happened between you and Necra.”

“Nothing happened between Necra and I, it was a heat of the moment shoving match but we managed to get Roxanne.”

“So you are friends again?” Pussy asked.

“I don’t know what we are, maybe friends but I still have trust issues with her.  And to be honest her help was not needed. I could have dealt with Roxanne on my own.”

“So you weren’t worried about Electra Blaze or boy?”

Amy just burst out laughing, “That’s funny Pussy.  Worried about Electra and Boy. I’m more worried about my hair than them.  They worse that they can do make my boots dirty.”

Another knock at the door, and this time is was Kevin…

“Are you coming to rescue me?” Amy asked with hope.

“Sure” Kevin said with a shrug.

“Thank god. Nice talking to you Pussy.”  Amy brushed passed Pussy Willow and gave Kevin a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  Kevin and Amy then left the ballroom as the security guard kept an eye on her incase she made a break for it and head back to find Roxanne.

Returning back to Kevin’s locker room, Amy sat down and tried to relax as much as possible, while Kevin warmed up for his title defense match against Goth.


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Thursday 5th September 2013
St. Thomas.

The scene opens up on the Morning star beach on the island of St. Thomas, where we see Amy sitting alone at the far end of the beach, away from the masses of holidaymakers.  As the camera gets closer we see Amy with a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand, her hair not in it usual spiky position and dark shadows under her eyes.

Since last Sunday, things weren’t exactly peachy between Amy and Kevin, as the toll of Kevin losing the SCW world title and then supposedly quitting SCW and heading back to LA, left Amy lonely and not happy with Kevin and vice versa.

His annoyance with Amy further capped off, as she went drinking with Drake Green as she only did to blow off some steam and cheer herself up as the best as she could.

Since then, they haven’t spoken and this has left Amy fearing for their relationship and Amy worried that she has lost the love of her life.

Taking a large swig of JD, Amy sat back in the chair as she sensed someone near by, looking around she spots the camera crew, although she was in no mood, she was glad that Pussy, Rocky and Scott wasn’t around.  Amy turns to the camera, not caring about what she looks like and begins to speak…

I can guess what the first thing that will come out of your mouth – That you are completely undefeated over the last decade, including your time in SCW. And you were the GXW Women's Champion, longest reigning, undefeated until you got bored. Also the SEI Hellkat Champion for a year and you got bored.

You see Roxanne, those places were actually a decade ago but SCW I think you have been pulling the wool over people’s eyes.

So lets see…

Beat some team called Azz N’ Class in a pudding match at Sunday Night Seduction – but that isn’t actualy hard to beat two shitty ass looking strippers.

And then there was the 6 person tag team match with myself, Necra and you against Karina Koji, Faith and Becky ‘Ragdoll’ Jones back March this year… and while you did ok, who won that match for the team… ME!

So you can’t really claim that one and you needed a little help with brushing up your ‘skills”.

And then going back a little bit further to July 2012… funny almost a whole year between matches… anyway you were facing Misty and I have to admit, it was a fun match to watch and I was fairly impressed that you were able to beat Misty.

So congrats on that one.

But then I tried to go back a little further, but there is nothing… three whole matches in SCW.. I wouldn’t even claim that as being undefeated, I would claim it as a part-time wrestler who is too fucking lazy to ask for a match.

You see Roxanne, I meant every part of what I said last week and I have no sympathy for you or your plight. And when you decided to interfear in the Bombshell title match, you went a step too far.

And what you felt last week minus Necra poking her nose in, will be felt a hundred times worse come Sunday. I know that Necra is the special guest referee and we are supposedly friends, but I can’t control her and if she interfers in this match then its on her head.

I also don’t know why she came out last week, but it appears that you have rubbed a lot of people up the wrong way.
And it seems management doesn’t like you either, and although Necra is the special guest ref, this match favours me… however, I dare you to bring your stupid little pets.

You may think that you are far suprior because you think you’re this bad ass domantrix, but that doesn’t intimidate me. Although its seems that a small proportion of wrestlers these days are either from a porn background or has a unusal past-time of bondage.

Im rambling on here and I apologise… but the main point here is, that you will probably call me a whore or slut or whatever and I’m the sheep for allowing myself to get caught up in vying for a title.

But isn’t that our job.

You see Roxanne, whatever happens Sunday night, this little war won’t be over, it will be only the beginning, I’ve already stated that I am sick and tired of you and I won’t stop until I’ve broken your pretty little jaw and silenced you.

Oh and Necra… you better not pull any stupid stunts Sunday, because what happened last week with the shoving will be a lot more than that.

 Two weeks ago

14th July 2013
Bally's Grand Ballroom
Reno, Nevada

Two weeks ago Amy Marshall, Laura Jackson and Roxi Johnson went to battle as the two of the three fought to get the Bombshell title off Roxi Johnson, for Roxi she had a lot of things going against her – as she had to fight off two opponents but also the fact that she had some ‘stalker’ person sending cryptic message etc…

However, at the end of the match Roxi fought off the competition, but failed to spot the incoming hooded figure and their attack. While all that was happening Amy had already returned to the backstage, however, a flurry of medics and security rushed past her towards the ring.

As she headed towards the locker room, she caught the replay of someone attacking Roxi Johnson on one of the monitors, and while distracted by this, Amy failed to spot Rocky Mountains coming up to her.

“Any thoughts about Roxi’s attack?”

Amy clenched her fists and scolded herself for being spotted by Rocky Mountains.

“None… but I do have some thoughts on the match.”

“Cool, go ahead” Rocky said.

”Thanks.  Well Roxi, I have to admit that this thing with your stalker didn’t effect you one bit and I commend you for not being drawn into it.  It was a good fight between the three of us and you are a much deserving champion.

It was just a shame that I didn’t win the match, but maybe once you sort your issues out with this mysterious person, I hope to face a focused and uninjured you.”

Amy gives Rocky a small smile before walking off and continuing her journey back to the locker room.


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Wednesday 24th July 2013
Time: 11:35am
Las Vegas, NV
Marty’s Café.

The scene opens on Amy packing back and forth outside a small local Vegas café, checking her watch for the fifth time, she was about to give up on the person she was meeting until they casually strolled around the corner.

“Amy” Came the voice in which Amy turned to come face to face with her half sister; Alexis Morrison.

“Hey, nice to see you back.”

Amy said with a smile and moved in for a brief hug, but Alexis just didn’t move and didn’t respond back.

“Thanks” Alexis said slightly uninterested as she lit a cigarette, as Amy frowned a little as she noticed Alexis’ change.

“I was hoping for a quick catch up and talk about last week.” Amy asked as she peered into the café to see if there was any seating.

Alexis took a long drag from her cigarette “I have things to do.”

“Umm ok” Amy was stumped “Maybe in a few days then?”

Alexis looked at her watch and then proceeded to put out her cigarette. “Whatever, bye.”  With that Alexis just walked off, leaving Amy stunned and angry at the same time.

“Bitch!” Amy muttered under her breath, before turning and headed into the café, where she ordered a coffee and tried to figure out why Alexis was so cold towards her.


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Thursday 25th July 2013
Time: 7:30am
Las Vegas, NV
24-Hour Fitness

The scene opens inside one of the many 24-Hour fitness studios that appears in every state, where we see Amy on the treadmill with the God Save the Queen blaring out from her headphones.

As she ran hard on the treadmill, she was still angry at how Alexis had been cold towards her and just left with no explanation and every time Amy thought about it, it just pissed her off even more and in this case, she decided to head to the gym and tried to forget about it.

Pressing a few buttons on the treadmill machine, the machine slowed allowing Amy to slow to a walking pace, where she grabs a her bottle of water and takes a swig from it.

Sucking in a few deep breaths, Amy pressed the speed button once more and Amy was back at running pace ignoring the fact her legs were screaming at her to stop.

“Amy”
Said a male voice, as the camera pans around to see Kevin standing to the side of Amy, however, Amy doesn’t see him as she is focused on her run.

“AMY”

Kevin shouts, but with still no luck and instead Kevin climbs onto one of the unused treadmills beside Amy and removes the headphones as Pretty Vacant now blares from them.

“Earth calling Amy.”

“What?”  Amy presses a couple of buttons and the treadmill begins to slow.

“What do you mean what? I called you twice, I didn’t realise your music was this loud.”  Kevin said as he stepped off the machine and watched Amy’s machine slow down.

“Uh sorry.”  Amy pressed the stop button on her ipod, as the machine came to a stop.

“What up babe, you’ve been very quiet since yesterday afternoon.”  Kevin asked with concern in his voice.

Amy carefully stepped off the treadmill and grabbed a towel before taking a few steps away and towards the open space. “My sister giving me the cold shoulder, im not upset about it, just pissed off.”

“What Trish?”

Amy shook her head “Nope, Alexis.  I don’t know what happened during her time away, but her coming back – she has changed.”

Kevin moved in and wrapped her arms around Amy, as she wrapped a single arm around him. “Ignore her, like you have ignored Trish and her bullshit, just do the same with Alexis. You have the opportunity on Sunday to beat her and make her pay for giving you the cold shoulder.”

Amy squeezes Kevin and gives him a peck on the cheek “Thanks… I wish you could come to the arena on Sunday.”  Amy moves away from Kevin before sitting herself down onto the mats, where she begins to stretch her legs.

“I’ll be a phone call away if you need anything, and you are going to beat Alexis.  Anyway when can we go shopping and pick out items for your possible attitude era matches?” Kevin asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Amy smirked as she got to her feet and continued her leg stretching. “I have a swimsuit, but I need some lingerie and evening gown.”

“Can I choose the lingerie?” Kevin said with a smile.

Amy chuckled a little “Sure...”

“And the bra and panties?”

Amy shook her head “Why not, but I doubt if SCW would be too thrilled if they panties were crotchless.”

“Boo.” Kevin faned an upset look.

Again Amy shook her head, before giving her limbs a quick shake before wiping her forehead and taking another sip of water.

“Sorry to burst your bubble but we will have to wait till later to some shopping, as I have plans to record my promo in 5 hours. I hope you can wait that long.” Amy asked as she and Kevin headed to the locker rooms.

Kevin shook his head “I can’t, but cutting that promo is far more important.”

“Thanks” Amy gives Kevin a kiss on the lips. “Anyway, to the showers, I am way too sweaty.”

Amy and Kevin part ways with both heading to the changing rooms to shower before changing and heading back to the hotel, where Amy would prepare to record her promo for the match against Alexis Morrison and Angela Fallon.


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So this week it’s an all woman show, with attitude era matches… which could be anything from mud wrestling, bra and panties, Lingerie, pudding etc…  now I will expecting everyone to say that I should be right at home.

But you know what… I am not afraid to show off my body, after all I was porn star for the best part of ten plus years.

But things have changed and I would prefer to wrestle with my ring attire, but hey if I’m getting paid to wrestling in bra and panties, lingerie, mud or naked then who a am I to complain.

But their will be certain people who will bitch and moan and do anything to get out of these matches and one of those people will be Alexis.

And speaking of my dearest sister it was 27th January 2013 at the Reno-Sparks Convention Center, was the very last time we saw you inside a wrestling ring in SCW, the very last match we saw you in was the Blast from the past tournament, where you and Kain faced off against Amanda Cortez and Trevor Irons.

You lost of course because of Jessie Salco and her infatuation at the time of Amanda Cortez.

But then you disappeared.

But to be honest, we weren’t at all surprised because you regularly take these random sabbaticals… obviously we don’t know where you go or what you do, but no doubt, you hang around in graveyards like you do or disappear off into another company to freak those idiots out before getting bored and coming back.

Whatever the case, we didn’t miss you here.

In true honesty, I would have preferred Trish to return so that I can damage her knee once again and send her packing once again.

Anyway, away from her and back to the up and coming match between you, Angela and myself.

I like to congratulate you in how played everyone – Roxi Johnson, everyone backstage, the fans. However, what I disliked were the stupid little cryptic messages and the silly little attacks.

Thankfully you didn’t attack Roxi before our title match because then you would have seen me really upset.

And speaking of upset, how fucking dear you just act so cold towards me, I thought we were close, I thought we had something in common as Trish was a bitch towards us, fuck it we are fucking blood sisters.

But no, you went off and something happened and you have come back acting like… Patricia.

Yeah I said it.

With Trish acting all sickly sweet, you have decided to take on her bitch attitude and using the cheap tactics of attacking someone who is already injured.

It’s a total role reversal.

You can perhaps deny it, but you and everyone else knows I am right.

But I will not accept some bullshit sob story or anything else about screwed over or whatever… you can shove that up your ass. As far as im concerned you do anything to put my career in jeopardy then you will be very very sorry.

My record against you and Trish is pretty poor, with you and her giving me quite a few defeats, but that is all going to change as we go into this match.   This match won’t be about you and your comeback number 100; it will be about how I beat my sister and some rookie idiot called Angela.

You are nothing but hype Alexis and I about to destroy that hype.

And moving onto the other person in this match…

Angela Fallon…

Yeah umm…

To be honest, the only information I found out about you was from the SCW affiliate ACW and even then that wasn’t very helpful.

You are just the boring same old same old generic wrestler that we get these days - Petite, pale skin, dark eye makeup, red hair etc…  with a finisher that most spot monkeys use.

Sorry honey but there is nothing special about you and you are out of your depth in this match.  In fact just don’t show up, let myself and Alexis do the ass kicking.

Funny when I was researching you in ACW, there wasn’t much there either.

Since its just Alexis and I in this match…

I am going to walk away from the match with a victory as Alexis tries to make excuses of trying to get out of this match.

 OOC: Amanda Cortez used with permission.

Wednesday 19th June 2013
San Diego, California.
RIMAC Arena

With days only to go before Into the Void, the hype and excitement of the show was beginning to build up as the training was becoming tougher, the trash talk become more intense and threatening, and with everyone under pressure to win gold, beat someone in a grudge match or control of the company everyone was also a little bit jittery.

For Amy she was nervously excited and couldn’t wait to step inside the ring to face Necra for the Roulette title.

Stepping into the RIMAC arena where Into the Void was being held, Amy strolled down the corridor as she prepared to meet with ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver for an interview about her up coming match against Necra.

With only security staff on site, the rest of the place was deserted and quite eerie with only certain lights switched on.  As she reached the would be entrance, Amy quickly adjusted her top and made sure her hair was ok, Amy then headed down to the ring, which was the only part of the arena that was lit up, but as she got closer, she couldn’t see Scott Oliver.

Climbing into the ring, Amy looked around once more but there was definitely no sign of him, however, instead someone else was hanging around but couldn’t make out who it was.

“Scott is that you?”

Amy called out, as her voice echoed around the arena.

But Scott isn't there; instead Amanda slides into the ring dressed in her cut-off jeans, high-heeled stripper sandals, a small top and this time with a cowboy hat on her head. As she sees Amy's puzzled face she starts to laugh.

"God damn, you should see your stupid face. It's too funny."

She grins at Amy and then points at her with one hand.

"Ok, ladies and gentlemen, here you see the future roulette champion Amy Marshall. Haha..."

She laughs again, but then she becomes honest and glares at Amy.

"But I think that won't happen so soon. I don't think that you have the potential to defeat Necra. No, you don't have the potential and the skills to defeat anybody at SCW. So why the fuck are you here? Do you really wanna make yourself look like a moron?"

Again she laughs in a dirty way.

"Ok, you already look like a moron, but it can even get worse. Especially after Necra has fucked you up. And exactly this will happen, she will wipe the floor with you, she will fuck you up, she will end your career. So be smart and get outta here before it's too late. Run back to Kevin, and cry for help or get fucked by him. Haha, everything is better for you than to be here."

Standing on the other side of the ring, Amy just stared and glared at Amanda as she ran her mouth as usual; Amanda was the last person Amy had expected to see and began to wonder where Scott Oliver was.

“Poking your nose in things once again Amanda, why am I not surprised. As always your facts are totally inaccurate and as usual you look a mess.

Amy smirked as she took a few steps forward.

”Oh Amanda… to answer your silly little facts… fact 1; I have won matches and unlike you I don’t steal my wins. Fact 2; unlike you, I am here to wrestle and fact 3; I WILL WIN THE ROULETTE TITLE!”

Amy screamed as she got into the face of Amanda.

”You see Amanda… I’m not scared of you or Necra, so go ahead insult me further and see where it gets you… I dare you.”

Amy stays in Amanda’s face but at the same tense and waits for any backlash.

Amanda wasn't out for a fight and so she moves a bit back, but she isn't willing to go.

"So you can win? Well, did you ever win against Misty, or me? I don't think so. C'mon, I really don't wanna be rude, but you should see the truth, you're a sore loser and nothing more."

Again she laughs at Amy and it's really mean this time.

"And you're not only a loser, you’re ugly too. Haha ...and now go away before I have to puke."

Amy shakes her head.

”Wow high school insults… congratulations Amanda you reached an all time low in your insults. You see Amanda I admit that I lost my matches to you and Misty, but I usually don’t bitch and moan about them, however, if I am screwed out of the wins when some cheats then I might be bit of a sore loser because I deserved to win them.  But it seems that cheating and being pussies are a trait for Team Erik.

Amy cocks her head before speaking again.

”I did have plans later for beating on a punch bag, but a punch bag isn’t so desirable anymore. I need something more…. Fleshy.”

Amy gives a sick smirk as she stares right through Amanda.

Now it becomes a bit dangerous and the smaller Amanda slowly moves back, but she trips with her high heels and falls backwards and lands on her butt.

"Shit.... but you won’t.... no, you don't attack me ...you're too scared, Haha."

She looks up to Amy, but as Amy comes closer she kicks her really hard against the leg with her spiked heel. But then she screams out and holds her ankle.

"Ouch ...I'm hurt, I twisted it."

Amy looks down at her leg, before looking back at Amanda.

“Like everything that spews from your mouth… bullshit!”

Amy then begins to stomp on Amanda’s ankle.

”Now its fucking hurt.”

Amanda screams out in pain, but it's too late and a cracking noise can be heard. She has tears in her eyes and tries to hold it and crawl back.

"Damn ...You broke it. Please ...no more, I'm sorry."

Amy just laughs.

“I think that was your cheap $5 heels that broke.”

Amy grabbed Amanda by the hair and pulling her to her feet, where she got into her face.

“But you are going to have a lot more to worry about now.”

Amy slaps the taste from Amanda’s mouth.

Amanda screams out and now she stands there on one leg.

"Please ...it's enough, you broke my ankle, what else do you want from me? Please..."

But with one hand she reaches into her back pocket and grabs her brass knux.

”You bloody and beaten.”

Amy smirks and raises her hand once more to slap Amanda, however, Amanda uses the brass knux against the ribs of Amy.  Amy lets go of Amanda, who in turn falls to the mat and Amy falling to one knee holding her ribs.

”You cheap little skank”

Amy flinches in pain before standing and then bending down and grabbing Amanda’s ankle and twisting. Amanda screams out in pain and starts tapping straight away, as her screaming brings out security but its too late as Amanda stops tapping and quickly passes out from the pain.

Amy lets go and throws her hands up as security enter the ring and some check on Amanda, while a couple push Amy back.  However, Amy climbs out of the ring and heads towards the ramp.

“Dude what did I miss?”

‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver appears and looks at Amanda and the security guard hanging around and then at Amy wondering what the hell just happened.

Amy just rolls her eyes and continued on her journey to the backstage area, where she found that beating on Amanda just frustrated her even more and that she definitely needed to do a little Muay Thai training.

Passing the doctors on the way out of the arena, Amy pulled out her cell phone and dialled Kevin’s number, while at the same time hailing down a taxicab.  From there Amy talked to Kevin about what happened and then explained to him that she was heading back to the hotel to change before going to the gym to beat on a punch bag for a bit.


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It wasn’t until later that evening, that Amy grabbed her camera and found a quiet place with good scenery that she recorded her promo.

Dear sweet Necra… Its funny that you call me out saying that I should have come out to the ring and attacked you, but what gets me is that you never came out when I was in my matches and attacked me… you had plenty of opportunities.

And those opportunities were both times post match… first time was the tag team match where I was partnered Misty – prime opportunity to get in on the action. The second time was during or after the three-way match against Amanda Cortez and Ambrosia Grey and again good opportunity to attack me even with a chair.

But nope, you decide on bitching about me not jumping you during a promo that probably lasted no more than 5 minutes… good to know where your priorities lay, as you are obviously more worried about that and not even considering jumping me.

You sound very very bitter at the fact that I attacked you first and the fact that since I was the supposed turncoat that I should be the one being punished. Sorry to burst your bubble bitch but I am not going to satisfy your lust for blood.

But you see this doesn’t make me a coward… It shows that I am not going to sit on my ass and wait for you to come and get me, it also shows that I am being proactive but I have been quite surprised that you have done fuck all about it and just sat on your ass whinging.

You see Necra, I am not sorry for everything I did, im not sorry for leaving Team Erik, I am not sorry for attacking you and I am not sorry ruining our friendship and the sisters of light and what I am definitely not going to be sorry for – is taking the Roulette title off you.

I’ve said this once before Necra – im not scared of you.

You can threaten me all you like because I am ready for whatever you bring, but just to set things straight I wasn’t expecting you to sit back and allow me to trample all over you, I was expecting the fight and backlash.

I was just getting my shots in before everything kicks off at Into the Void and you kick my ass.

Although I have to admit that I am a virgin to these Roulette rules and you have a little more experience than myself, but I’ve watched matches that you have been in and watched every other Roulette title match, obviously our fate is decided by the spin of the wheel and nobody can be prepared for what is to come.

But I’ll damned if I end up bloody, beaten and caught out by any of the stipulations on this Roulette wheel.

I have been training hard for this match; the last time I trained this hard was my match against Misty for the Bombshell title and then I came oh so close, but this time I am not going to fail in claiming gold.

I have bruises on bruises where I have been sparring with Kevin and other people and I have been working out to the point where my muscles ache the next day… the managers of the gym know me by name.

I AM NOT GOING TO LET THIS CHANCE SLIP ME BY!

You hear Necra…. This is my time and that title will be mine.

I am not going to let some false goddess beat me.

And clearly you haven’t been listening to why I left Team Erik… but I will fill you in and make sure that it will enter your thick skull but after that I won’t explain any more.

I quit Team Erik because Erik fed us lies and bullshit… this little war was all about him and fuck everyone else. I was getting nothing from it and after refusing to hire Kevin back… that was the straw that broke the camels back and Mark gave me an opportunity and I took it.

I hope that’s clear enough for you Necra because that’s the last damned time I will explain it to you.

And if you ask again, I will fucking drum it into your head as I smash you face into the mat over and over again.

Got it? Good.

Now I wish you luck and I will see you soon and that title of yours.