Inception
11th January 2015
National Indoor Arena
Birmingham, England

Jessie and I knew that the numbers would be stacked against us when we first saw the Inception card – The Fallen, The Freakettes and Crystal Hilton and Jade Manendez-Arcador… and although weren’t so worried about Crystal, Jade and The Freakettes, there was however, The Fallen.  They never intimidated us, we saw them as a genuine threat to our tag titles and as if it wasn’t a massive surprise, they won as they pinned Felony of The Freakettes to get the win and claim the tag team titles. However, things didn’t exactly plan out… as we were barely tagged in and when we were, we had our asses kicked.  I don’t know if it was that our opponents had us scouted or we took them too lightly, whatever the case… The Fallen walked out of Inception as the new tag team champions.


*** Flashback ***


Rock Rose comes inside f the ring, and hits Jessie with a Big Boot to the side of her head. Marshall decides to take advantage of Jasmine being distracted, coming inside of her own. She leaps up onto Rock Rose's back with a choke hold. Rose turns around, trying to pull Marshall off of her back. Jade climbs onto the top rope, deciding to collide with both women, but Rose surprises her by catching her in mid air! She delivers a massive Powerbomb to Jade, and then lifts Marshall up onto her shoulders. Felony leaps off of the top rope for a Hurricanrana, completing their patented double team move, the Freakathon! Felony looks over at the carnage with a smile on her face as she proudly jumps up and down. Gothika surprises her by wrapping her arms around Felony's waist. Gothika rolls around the front and lifts Felony off of the ground, ready to hit a hard slam. She walks around, showing it off for the Fallen fans, but the crowd distraction allows Felony to roll out of Gothika's grip. Felony goes for a clothesline to her much bigger opponent, but Gothika side steps it. She flings Felony into the ropes, looking for a Clothesline of her own, but Felony ducks underneath it. She ricochets off of the ropes, and Gothika turns into a Spinning Crossbody from Felony, who hooks the legs as they land. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

Raynin darts into the ring, but Rock Rose levels her with a hard Atomic Drop!

2!

Crystal Hilton comes inside of the ring, but Rock Rose surprises her by scooping her up into a Side Slam, just as Jasmine's hand comes down for the...

3!NO!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: I... I thought this one was over, but... I almost can't believe what just happened!

Adams: Well believe it, Lindy!

Out of nowhere, Raynin reaches in and tags Gothika, refreshing her teams chances in this match. Crystal Hilton goes to Clothesline her to the ground, but Raynin ducks, causing her to smash hard into Rock Rose. An all out brawl soon erupts between all of the teams, and Jasmine seems to have lost control. She tries everything she can to break it up, but eventually the carnage spills to the outside. Raynin measures Felony up, and as she stands on her feet, Raynin runs up the second rope and catapults off with the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot kick to Felony that puts her down for the count! Raynin drops down and hooks the leg. Jasmine begins her count as the fans shout out in amazement.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners and NEW SIN CITY WRESTLING BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THHHHHHE FAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLENNNNN!!!

Simone: I... I still don't believe it! Most of these women put everything on the line here tonight, but only one team could walk out with those straps!

Adams: You couldn't be more right with that. We saw some impressive stuff from them, but it just seems that The Fallen were meant to continue their winning streak here tonight.

Darknyss slides inside of the ring, jumping up and down happily as Raynin helps Gothika to her feet. The three celebrate while everyone on the outside stops and looks inside of the ring in anger and confusion. The now former champions, Metal and Punk Connection stomp their feet, shouting out angrily in protest as The Fallen soak in every priceless reaction.


*** Backstage ***

Backstage our protests continued, as we followed Jasmine all the way from the ring to backstage, however, they were ignored as she threatened Jessie and I, before stomping off, leaving Jessie and I pissed off and title less.

“God fucking damn it!”

Jessie screams in frustration, as I grab a bottle of water and slide myself onto one of the crates.

“Sorry about tonight.”

I said looking down at my boots, fearing what would come next.

“You should be fucking sorry… you had one damn job and you fucked it up.”

Jessie grabs a bottle of water and launches it against one of the while walls, as Jessie she screams and kicks one of the crates.

“Feel better for that?”

I said looking up at Jessie, and for perhaps once it was I that was cool and calm and not shouting and screaming.

“I... I sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. It isn’t your fault… it’s both of ours.”

“It is and it’s ok. I find it strange though, that I’m usually the one angry and pissed.”

I said, as Jessie smirked.

“Ha yeah… I don’t know why… think it’s more down to frustration.”

“How about venting your frustration in the rematch we are owed.”

I suggested, as Jessie’s eyes lit up and she suddenly remembered that we had a rematch clause. However, with the Blast from the tournament coming up, we would have to wait, as we competed in that tournament.  As I hopped off the crate that I sat on, Jake, Shane and Rocky Mountains all in unison appear around the corner, as Jessie goes in for a hug with Jake and Shane, as Rocky Mountains by passed them and came to me.

I smile at Jessie, as she, Jake and Shane exchanges a few words.

“Don’t worry Jessie I got this.”

I said sarcastically.

“Sorry Amy… “

I shake my head, as one day I really need to walk away from interviews after tag team matches and see how Jessie likes it. I turn to look at Rocky Mountains.

“Yes.”

I said expelling some air.

“Just to get your final thoughts about your loss to The Fallen and losing the tag team titles.”

MRM asked.

“Ok… what do you want to hear exactly?”

I asked before continuing.

“Do you want to hear that’s their win and our loss is only a blip, that they caught us off guard and once we are granted our rematch, we will take back what is ours.  To Gothika and Raynin… since your return it has been filled with mixed fortunes and tonight you got lucky…but when we are granted our rematch… Jessie and I will be ready this time and we take those titles back and make us three time tag team champions.”

I finish with those words and walk away, as I head back to the MPC changing room, where I would shower and change before watching the rest of the Supercard and prepare to head back to the US in a few days.


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A few days after Inception, everyone went back to the US including myself to relax, recuperate and prepare for the full world tour that would begin in Scotland before moving to Ireland. In that week I spent much of the week with different friends, as I hung out with them as I aimed to forget Inception and enjoy myself.

And a week later, Joshua and I travelled to Scotland; even though we weren’t booked it was a good chance to scout people who could be possible partners and possible future opponents in present and future rounds of the BFTP tournament.  However, it wasn’t all-serious as we took in the culture and sights of Glasgow, Scotland as we tried to figure out the accent and lingo, plus what was in haggis and what haggis actually is.

Haggis is a savoury pudding containing sheep's pluck (heart, liver and lungs); minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally encased in the animal's stomach and simmered for approximately three hours. Most modern commercial haggis is prepared in a sausage casing rather than an actual stomach.

Even though the week was spent messing around and having some fun, there was an element of seriousness with training, scouting and watching Climax Control, to see who was partnered with who and who went out in the first round.


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26th January 2015
Glasgow, Scotland
Ibis Hotel

Beep beep

The scene opens inside the ibis hotel, where we see Joshua Acquin fast asleep on the bed, while Amy sits on the sofa bed next to the double bed with a robe wrapped around body from recently having stepped out of the shower, after a quick gym session.  Picking up her cellphone, Amy looked at her phone and read the text message.

JOSHUA ACQUIN and AMY MARSHALL vs BO DREAMWOLF and CRYSTAL HILTON

Amy jumped up in excitement as she dropped her cellphone and jumped onto the bed that Joshua was sleeping on.

“Fuck Yes… Joshua wake up.”

Amy shook Joshua.

“What…huh.”

Joshua said bleary eyed

“Sorry… but we’re partners for the blast from the past tournament.”

Amy said excitingly, as she got what she wanted.

“Great… but could you have waited until I woke up. You are like a child on Christmas day.”

Joshua said rolling over and trying to get back to sleep.

“Oh lighten up… I thought you would be happy… plus you can sleep on the flight.”

Amy said poking Joshua, a little disappointed that he didn’t share her enthusiasm.

“I am… but its 7am and it’s too damn early.”

“You will have to get up anyway… flight is booked for 11am and I’ll order you some breakfast.”

Amy said climbing off the bed, as she grabbed her suitcase and began to search for stuff to wear.

“Uh… ok ok… I’m up.  Coffee, bacon, scrambled egg on toast and OJ.”

Joshua slowly sits up, throws the covers off himself and walks over to the bathroom and disappears inside, as we can only hear the shower start up, as the scene soon fades out on Amy picking up the phone and dialled for room service, where she ordered food for herself and food for Joshua, before beginning to pack her stuff up as she prepared for the flight to Belfast in a couple of hours.


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29th January 2015
Belfast, NI

Ah yes… the wonderful Blast from the past tournament is back for the third year in row… and well its my third outing in this tournament and I believe for once I actually have a pretty decent partner…and well my partner is one of my best friends and someone I have known for many years… Joshua Acquin.  Our friendship goes back many years and I 100% trust him and have faith in him to deliver us to victory not only in this match but also in this whole tournament.

Now that speculation has ended in who people have as their partner, we now find out whom we have as opponents and Sunday night our opponents are Bo Dreamwolf and Crystal Hilton…

A mighty strong team and a team that isn’t going to be easily beaten inside the ring Sunday night…  Firstly Bo Dreamwolf… a man who keeps to himself pretty much and has respect from everyone within the company, however, as Bo should know… all respect goes out of the window and all I have to say that Bo should watch out of Joshua… because Joshua is readying himself to kick some ass.

I don’t know if I was surprised or a little disappointed at the fact that my opposite number is Crystal Hilton… I had already faced you at Inception a few weeks back, and I was really hoping to face off against someone like Melody, Roxi or Misty… nothing against you Crystal, I just hoped to avoid you.

Anyway… I’m going to give you a free shot and say… mock me, mock Jessie and mock MPC for our failures at losing the tag team titles at Inception and our rather lacklustre performance… I know that we didn’t give you a good fight, however, I will guarantee you that Sunday night there will be no lacklustre performances or messing around with tagging… I will be 100% professional and focused on winning this match and tournament.

So good luck everyone and lets have a good first round and you guys can watch Joshua and I walk into the next round of the tournament.

 Climax Control 102
Sunday 14th December 2014
Icardo Center in Bakersfield, California

Raynin makes the cover and hooks the leg! Amy quickly enters to break it up, as does Crystal Hilton! Raynin grabs Amy by the tights and whips her into Crystal Hilton, knocking both women to the mat in a pileup of arms and legs! Raynin once more covers Felony!

1.....

2.....

3!

Simone: And Raynin and the Fallen go into the big tag title match with the momentum on their side!

The bell rings, signifying the end of the match!

Justin: The winner of the Four Corner match ... RAYNIN!

Raynin stands there, allowing Holly to raise her arm as a disgruntled Amy Marshall and Crystal Hilton stare her down while Felony slowly recovers...

Slapping the mat and screaming out my frustration, as I watched on as Raynin steal the win and pin Felony – it was my pin and my win, but turning to see Crystal next to me, her faced had the exact same emotion that I was feeling – pissed off, upset, angry, frustration and robbed.

Goddamn Raynin!

Rolling out of the ring, I realised that Raynin’s win didn’t bode too well for MPC, however, with two other teams within the match at Inception, although it could work in MPC’s favour and successfully defend our title.

Grabbing the face mask that I entered with from the floor, I wasn’t sure how my entrance came off and also I felt that is needed more of a tweak somewhere, but couldn’t figure out where. For now though, I had plenty of time until the next match, which would be sometime next year and in the first few countries we would visit on the world tour to amend and fix it.  But for now it was time to focus on defending the tag team titles.

Shoving the facemask into the waistband of my ring gear, I walked into the backstage area, where Pussy Willow greeted me with a big smile.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face…”

I said snapping at her, and on that command her smile quickly disappeared.

“Just get on with what you have to say.”

I said trying to hurry things along.

“Oh umm… thoughts on Raynin winning and does this effect Metal and Punk Connections preparation going into the Supercard?”

Pussy asked.

“She got lucky and stole the win that was mine, it not sour grapes or being a poor loser… it’s merely the damn truth.  As for MPC’s preparations, it doesn’t effect is one bit. Yes Raynin won, but they can think they have the upper hand, but lets face it, they are washed up has-beens whose return has been a joke.  MPC will reign supreme.”

And on that note, I leave and begin to head back to the changing room to wash away the disappointment, however, I found that I would end up in another battle.  As I head down the corridor, I got slightly distracted by TV and the match that was happening, but as i turned the corner and bumped into my former boyfriend – Gabriel Asar.

"Oh… sorry… Gabriel, What are you doing here?"

I said shocked in seeing him backstage.

"Sorry do I know you?"

Gabriel looked at me blankly before turning his back and starts to walk away.

"You sorry piece of shit…"

I said under my breath, as I spot a chair out of the corner of my eye. Grabbing the chair, I fold it up and grab the ends and in a matter of several steps, I manage to swing the chair, connecting with Gabe who stumbles forward and in that moment, I suddenly feel all the rage, the anger and the hate pour out of me. Swinging the chair again, this time Gabe falls to the ground, but before he could react, I rained down another two chair shots on his back, as he screams out in pain and perhaps fear…

"Wait…

But before he could finish, I drop the chair and I’m instantly on Gabe flipping him onto his back, where I grab his short brown hair and stare at him before delivering a slap that stings my hand.

"Don't you dare ignore me, you pathetic excuse of a man."

My hand connects with his face once again.

"How could you get over me… how could you date someone else."

Balling my fist this time, I swing and my fist connects to his head.

"How could you say I love you again so quickly? I hate her and I hate you."

I hit him again and again and again, unloading all my frustration, my hate, my anger, my pain, all the while tears streamed down my face and as I ignored the pain in my hand. Stopping, I look down at the battered Gabriel, I then pull him up and plant a hard kiss on him before pushing him away and climbing off him.

"I hope you rot in that sad little relationship you have with HER."

I wipe the tears from my face, as I look down at the fallen Gabe, not noticing the small crowd gathered around to watch the spectacle that had unfolded.

"Don't bother talking to me or even contacting me ever again."

I glare at Gabe and before I walk away, I use one of my size 7 feet and stomp Gabe in his groin; I plaster a big smile across my face at the sound of anguish that escapes his lips. I go to turn and leaves, as the crowd laugh and point, as a passing EMT comes to the commotion.

"What happened here?"

"He got beat by a girl."

I then walk away and head back to, once inside the locker room and closing the door behind me, all the emotions that I experienced, as I beat on Gabe simply washed away and I felt calm and tranquil, the adrenaline of my actions still coursed through me, but I realised that I wasn’t sorry for what I did, the bastard had it coming and I hope that he doesn’t show his face ever again in SCW.

Looking down at my hand, it had begun to swell from where I had slapped and punched him. Balling my hand a few times, I felt that there were no broken bones, but then again I was still on an adrenaline high, so when that wears off it could feel like I had broken my hand.

Dealing with my hand later, I grabbed a bottle of water and some painkillers from my bag, I take them and sit back and begin to remove certain parts of my ring attire as I watched the last part of Climax Control.


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16th December 2014
Offices of Maureen Zelensky
Las Vegas, NV
Time: 2:30pm

The scene opens up once again in the offices of Maureen Zelensky, but this time, we are inside the office of the woman whom Amy had first visited the previous week and there was plenty to mention and talk about in this therapy session with this woman.  Sitting down in the chair opposite to Maureen, Amy felt happier and confident than the last time she came here and she had hoped that it would come across to the therapist.

“So how are you?”

Maureen started off, easing into the session.

“I am… good. Much less angrier and depressed.”

Amy said honestly.

“Interesting, and why is this?”

She asked, as she wrote notes down on a pad, like she had done in the previous session.

“Well… I…”

Amy cleared her throat and looked down at her unbroken but bruised hand.

“I… uh… beat him up.”

Amy said with a small smile, as she waited to be chastised by Maureen.

“Why? How would have that helped you?”

She questioned.

“Gabriel Asar – my ex boyfriend, has found a new girlfriend, and have already professed their love for each other and slept together and running this shame relationship into people’s faced on god damn twitter. And he also totally blanked me backstage a few days ago.”

Amy explained shaking her head.

“How does this make you feel?”

“Sick to my stomach, angry and a little upset.”

“So you attacked him… where did this happen and what happened?”

She queried

“Backstage at Climax Control and as I said he totally blanked me and acted like he didn’t know me. So I hit him.”

“How did you hit him?”

Maureen asked, although probably not expecting the answer to come next.

“With a chair a few times, then slapped and punched him, before leaving a boot impression on his… ummm… groin.”

“What?!?”

She looked at me stunned and with disbelief.

“And this match me happy, although my hands hurts like hell, but it was worth it.”

“How is he?”

Maureen asked with concern.

“Angry, but more embarrassed and bruised.”

Maureen shook her head, as she never had come across this situation in her 20+ year career as a therapist.

“I don’t know how this will be resolved in the world of wrestling and I’m not going to ask. So instead tell me about his new girlfriend?”

She changed the subject.

“I’ll probably get a fine.  As for his girlfriend, her name is Layla, not that pretty and she is depressing as hell with her emo bullshit.”

“Are you jealous of them?”

Amy burst out laughing, however, before she could answer, there was a commotion outside in the reception area with someone shouting and screaming and demanding.

“Excuse me…”

Maureen stands to her feet and goes to the door, where she opens it to see what was happening.

“Excuse me sir, but can you lower your voice and leave before we have to call the police.”

She threatened.

“Where is she?”

He demanded.

“Where is who?”

“Amy Marshall, I know she is here.”

“Sir, I cannot divulge in patient confidentiality and that includes named.”

Maureen explained.

“I want to speak to that bitch.”

He demanded once more.

“Sir, we do not…”

Before she could continue, Amy appears from the office and looks at the loud shouty man.

“What do you want Gabriel?”

Maureen looks at Amy and then at Gabriel and shakes her head.

“How dare…”

Gabriel takes a couple of steps forward, preparing to perhaps attack or get into Amy’s face.

"Hey! I refuse to have any drama in these offices. Mr. Asar, you will either leave the premises before I call the police, or you will enter my office and talk about your issues in a calm and collected manner. What's it going to be?"

Maureen said with a raised voice at first before lowering it.

“What?!”

Amy glares at Maureen, who says nothing, as Gabe narrows his eyes before heading into the office, as Amy reluctantly follows close behind.

“Amy, I would like to speak with Gabriel alone and get his thoughts and views. Go home, I’ll only charge you only half an hour.”

Maureen says, as she heads towards her office.

“Gee thanks.”

Amy said with sarcasm, as Amy watches Maureen going into her office and closes the door behind her, leaving Amy alone and pissed off.  Turning away from the door a moment, she looked around, as she everyone went back to reading newspapers, magazines and in the receptionists case, back to typing whatever she was doing.  Amy smirks and takes the opportunity to crouch down and press her ear against the door to listen in on the conversation.

~ Inside the office

“You've settled down, I see. Very good. Now, what is it you want to talk to me about?”

Maureen asked.

“Confront Amy about her stupid pathetic attack and…”

Before Gabriel could finish his sentence, Maureen interrupts.

“And hope to get even… sorry Mr Asar but if you wanted to confront her, you could have waited until she left my offices, or in the street or at home. Tell me why you are really here?

Maureen saw through Gabriel’s bullshit, as his confidence left him and his shoulder slumped.

“I feel depressed and guilty when I am alone. I don’t know why… it’s like I’ve done something bad.”

Gabe explains.

“Well breaking up with someone is never easy, however, doing it over social media isn’t exactly the ideal correct procedure. Were you expecting Amy to sit back, eat ice cream and lay in bed weeping?”

Maureen asked.

“Ummm.”

“The answer to that would be no. Yes, you did a terrible thing of breaking up with someone over social media and then showing off your new relationship with this girl Layla.  It should be done in private, and you then wonder why Amy resents you and even attacked you.”

Maureen said chastising him and shaking her head.

“I know I know… but I’ve never felt this guilty before, why now? Why didn’t I feel it all before?  It’s consuming me so much that it’s effecting my sleep.”

Gabe said leaning forward and holding his head.

“I unfortunately cannot prescribe you anything for your sleeping issues, however, I can only theorise here and say that unlike previous girlfriends, Amy is different to the usual girls that you have met and dated.  Obviously she is a little older and wiser to the world and maybe she was the perfect woman for you, but instead you threw it away and this is maybe why you are feeling guilty and can’t sleep.  It will take some time to get over these feelings, but try and speak with Amy in a civilised manner, and I will tell Amy the same thing in our next session. You are both adults and need to grow up.”

Maureen said scolding both Amy and Gabriel, as Gabe nods.

“I’ll try.”

Gabe said with a shrug.

“I unfortunately cannot help you any further, my time is up.  But you are welcome to book some time with me in future. However, do think about what I have said.”

Maureen said, as she stood to her feet, as did Gabe.

“Thank you.”

They both shake hands, as Maureen gives Gabe a card.

“I hope to see you soon.”

And on that note, Amy quickly stands and makes a sharp exit out of the offices, as Gabriel comes out of the office he was just in, as he ponders about booking a one on one session with the therapist or not. Looking at the card in his hand, he puts it in his jeans pocket and decides to leave and head to Layla’s.


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The Freakettes

It still perplexes me, how the hell you are in this match and getting title shots… yes I dismissed you when we had that four way match last month and I will continue to dismiss you even now.  Just because you have this thing with The Fallen doesn’t make you genuine title contenders or challenges.

Do you think you even have a chance in this match?

And if you answer yes, then you two moron’s are seriously deluded because the real answer is no, but feel free to set your sights on The Fallen and take them out of the match, it would be a great help for us.

Then you two can leave the match to the actual wrestlers and watch MPC walk away still champions.

The Fallen.

And speaking of the Fallen, what else can be said for the build up of this match, I already said my piece before and after the four-way match, and I still stand by those words that you got lucky. However, your luck would have ran out by the time Inception comes around in Birmingham and with The Freakettes gunning for you, it isn’t going to be easy for you.

I know that Jessie and I are the champions and we have a bulls eye on us, but why take us out and make the match dull, when everyone else can take out the main big threat of The Fallen and make the match bigger and better.

Sorry Raynin and Gothika… but you are not walking away as champions.

Jade Manendez-Arcador & Crystal Hilton

I actually can’t believe that I get to face my mentor, see how she works inside the ring and actually wrestle her for the first time since training with her all those years ago.  I may sound like a fan… and I am a fan, but I am not going to lie down or get all flustered about it.

Instead I am going to show how much I have come on since the days I trained with you Jade, and unfortunately in this case, I have to beat you.  Just like I have to beat you Crystal, I saw how angry and annoyed you were in that four way match where Raynin won, and unfortunately for you, that disappointment will be stuck with you.

Your one win against The Fallen was mere fluke, just like Raynin’s win… but come Inception, MPC are walking away still with the tag titles and some pretty large scalps.

Good luck because your new year hangovers will still be kicking your ass. [/color]

 Violent Conduct II
14th September 2014
Desert Sun Stadium
Yuma, Arizona

Metal and Punk Connection vs. The Mean Girls (Liz Smalls & Veronica Taylor)

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Veronica grabs Jessie by the tights and drags her back into her own cradle with a handful of tights!

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Adams: Tights!

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Liz grabs Veronica's free arm for added leverage!

3!

Simone: NO!

The bell rings and the crowd boos viciously as Amy jumps in and argues vehemently with Jasmine while Veronica and Liz jump up and down, embracing one another!

Justin: The winners of the match ... and NEW SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... THE MEAN GIRLS!

The crowd boos as Jessie joins Amy in pleading the case to Jasmine but the referee is powerless, as she did not see Veronica's rule infraction! Jasmine steps away from them and takes the belts and goes to present them to the new champions, when Jessie and Amy dropkick both Veronica and Liz through the ropes! The crowd cheers!

Adams: Boy Amy and Jessie are not taking this loss lightly!

Simone: As well they shouldn't! They were robbed! Plain and simple!

Liz and Veronica slowly get to their feet and Amy and Jessie sail over the top rope and crash right into them, laying them out! Amy and Jessie then climb back inside of the ring and they grab the tag title belts and raise them high and the crowd rallies their support!

Taking in the cheers, we knew that it would be a harder battle taking the tag titles back off the mean girls, which would mean that this war would continue on, which meant killing more my brain cells as Veronica harps on about how pretty she is and Lizzy’s uneducated musings.

Dropping the tag titles in front of the ref, Jessie and I climbed out of the ring and past the recovering mean girls.

Jessie and I did our best to out wrestle and out smart them, but as usual they played with the limit of the rules and cheated and won… all the while Jasmine saying she never saw the infringement.

Heading up the ramp and into the backstage area, Jessie meets up with Shane and Jake as they share their commiserations with her, as I sit on a packing crate with a bottle of water.

“Do you mind if we head back to the locker room?”

Jessie asked, as took a swig of water.

“Sure.”

Jessie smiles, as she, Shane and Jake then begin to head back to the locker room, I knew that they had an early flight to the UK for some metal gig. As soon as they are out of view, Scott Stoner appears, as does Gabriel Asar.

“Hey gorgeous.”

I smile at the face of Gabriel, who heads towards me, wearing his ring gear as he prepares for his match in a short while, however, with Scott Oliver in the vicinity, he thinks that I was speaking to him, but his face drops when he sees Gabe joining me.

“Well well well… I was expecting one of you vultures to appear… I suppose you want thoughts and opinions about the tag title match?”

“I sure do”

Scott said with a big smile.

“No surprise there then… are you ready?”

I asked.

“Yes Ms. Marshall.”

Scott said as he gave his cameraman a swift nod and he was ready.

“As you can tell Jessie and I aren’t surprised that you guys went outside the limit of the rules again.  Its becoming less and less of a surprise to be honest… but congrats on your first… and last win.

Jessie and I will cash in our rematch and we will take them back… its suck a shame that my demands count be altered any more from the no outside interference rule.  Anyway… keep those titles close and keep them warm. They will be coming back to MPC.”

I slide off the crate and turn to Scott.

“Now if you excuse me, I want to watch in his match and cheer him on.”

I give a small smile, before Gabe and I wander off to talk and prepare him for his match.

~ An hour later ~

An hour later, after Jessie and I lost the tag titles and Gabriel attempted to catch the Roulette title in a four match, only to get a concussion for his troubles. Entering the changing room, I hear my cell ring off, but choosing to ignore it, I help Gabe to the sofa and give him a drink before turning on the TV. I then head over to my back and rummage through to find my cell phone.

Once finding it, I press one single button and I see 20 missed called from one number – my dad.

I drop my cell to the floor as if it had shocked me, I slowly move away, as the color drains from my face.

Gabe turns in his seat and sees me leaning now against the door, pale as hell and shaking.

“What’s wrong?”

Gabe slowly gets to his feet, and comes over and holds me.

“What happened?”

Gabe asked.

“I… I have… 20…missed calls”

“So?”

“Last time… I… I… had that many calls… someone died. I don’t want to ring back.”

I stuttered, as the pain of receiving the phone call to say that my ex finance had died flashed back into my drama filled mind.

“Its alright.”

Gabe said as he turned and grabbed my cell off the floor, and instead of handing it back, he pressed a few buttons and the first of many messages begin to play.

”umm Amy… can you ring me or your mother back.  Its Mary, she was involved in a hit and run. She has been rushed to hospital… it looks bad.”

The message ends.

“Oh god oh god… I don’t know what to do?”

I feel numb as tears begin to stream down my face. At lease she isn’t dead.

“What you are going to do is, pack up your bits here and at the hotel and book a flight to Juneau and be at your sisters and family’s side.”

Gabriel said calmly as he me and looked into my eyes.

“What about you?”

I questioned.

“I’m fine… its just a headache. Go… be with your family.”

I wipe my tears and hug Gabe, as I rushed around packing my stuff up in the changing room, before giving Gabe a quick kiss on the lips, I rush out of the changing room, where I am instantly on my cell phone talking to the local airline to book a last minute ticket, before rushing to the hotel to shower and pack before rushing to the airport, where I speak to my mom and dad before getting the last flight to Juneau.


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15th September 2014
Juneau, Alaska
Barlett Regional Hospital
Time: 9am

After a 10-hour restless flight from Yuma, Arizona to Juneau, Alaska, the trip from plane, through the airport, to the exit seemed like forever, even the taxicab ride to the hospital felt like hours.  The fear of losing my sister made me sick to my stomach and I would feel even worse if I couldn’t be at her side if the inevitable happened.

Arriving at the hospital with all my bags, I got the directions to the Critical Care Unit, where I rushed to the elevators and then out of the elevators and to the unit, where I saw my mom, dad and my other sister Katherine and a couple of Mary’s friends.

“Sorry, I got here as soon as I could.”

I said as I dropped my bags next the chairs away from the doors, as my parents and Katherine stood to their feet and we all hugged.

“What’s happening?”

I asked, as I pulled away to see the bags underneath my parents and sisters eyes from the lack of sleep and from the crying.

“She is currently in surgery, but as soon as she comes out, they will put her on this floor.”

My mom explained, as she looked over the CCU.

“How long has she been in surgery for?”
I asked with the million questions.

“Coming up to thirty minutes.”

Dad said checking the clock on wall and probably not for the first time.

“So what exactly happened?”

I questioned Mary’s two friends.

“We were out celebrating Penny’s birthday and as we crossed the road to go to the next bar, this idiot who was clearly drunk didn’t see us and just hit Mary. He didn’t stop, just kept driving.  We managed to get a number plate and make of the car and told the police who arrive on scene.”

The male friend explained.

“Fucking assholes.”

“Amelia!”

Mom said glaring at me.

“Uh sorry.”

I said with an apologetic shrug, as I yawn and brush my messy hair from my face.

“You look shattered, everyone does.  Here is an idea, why don’t we take it turns to sit at Mary’s bedside and if anything happens just ring and we will be here within 15 minutes.  I will stay here… you lot disappear and get something to eat and then sleep.”

Mary’s two friends nod in agreement, as I shake my head in agreement, as I had barely anything to eat and any sleep on the flight, while mom shook her but not before suggesting getting a coffee and a breakfast for my dad, who in turns accepts the offer.

Mary’s friends and myself, head towards the hospital exit, while mom gets the coffee and breakfast for dad.  With my bags in tow I grab a taxi and head into town back to my apartment for the much-needed snack and sleep, as I wait for a phone call, if any.


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<Center>Main Event...

SCW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
JOANNE "THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA" CANELLI and VERONICA TAYLOR © vs THE METAL AND PUNK CONNECTION (Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco)</Center>


~~Wednesday 19th November 2014


A month is a long time in terms of wrestling, a lot of things happen and a lot of things change, especially during and after Violent Conduct. At the time I chose to ignore the wrestling aspects of my life to focus on my family for several weeks, so that meant sitting at sisters hospital bed for a few hours a day, it also meant very little sleep and eating through worry.

So after a couple of scares, my sister began to make good progress, coming out of the ICU and onto a normal ward, where they would lighten the anaesthetic, eventually my sister waking up. Although not 100%, she was well enough to go back home with my parents, which she is on strict bed rest with rehab every couple of days.

So with my sister on the mend, I have been itching to get back inside the ring, and aside from spending lots of time with Gabriel, I have also been back inside the gym getting prepared for whatever will be thrown at me.

And guess what is thrown at me on my return…

A rematch for the Bombshell tag team titles, although at first I wasn’t sure if Jessie could be my partner after her apparent rematch at High Stakes, it is actually possible and unlike Cynthia Warren I won’t be letting my partner down.

So… The Metal and Punk Connection are back against…

Veronica Taylor and Joanne Canelli…

I actually saw that match to determine who would be Veronica Taylor’s unfortunate partner, and I was glad I wasn’t in that match. Fuck being Veronica partner and from what I’ve seen… its really a bum deal.

So listen up Joanne…  while it appears that you have settled into the role as tag team champion with Veronica and being her bitch, deep down you are miserable.  You can’t deny it, because its etched on your face and everyone can see it.

I may be totally wrong, but here is the thing, while Jessie has already said this at High Stakes, I am going to reiterate the point.  You can get out of this stupid partnership and just either lay down and let myself or Jessie pin you or it takes just one simple step back from the ring apron and leave Veronica to battle it alone.

However, if you don’t decide to screw over Veronica… because I know she would do it to you, if she had the opportunity. Then Jessie and I are going to give you a much better match then what you had at High Stakes.

Cynthia was the weak link and she will be always the weak link in any future tag teams, unlike myself, I am itching to get back in the ring, so when I enter the ring I will run riot and Joanne, you will be the main target since you are the weak link.

So to your partner… I pretty much thought that this whole Mean Girls vs the locker room would die down and end, but it never really has and in some way, as harsh as this sounds, I was glad my sister was taken to hospital.  It gave me a chance to get away from you and mend my dying brain cells…

You see Veronica… this whole look at me, I am pretty crap… is played out and I think pretty much everyone is sick to death of it.  You are no long unique, the mean girls have competition. If you hadn’t noticed, there have been three recent additions to the roster that claim to be mean girls/nasty rich bitches blah blah blah etc… etc…

You, them, Delia are all unoriginal and outdated and by the time Jessie and I get done with you Sunday night, you will be nothing more than a smear beneath our boots.

The downfall of the mean girls has begun, first you, then Mercedes and finally Delia, when someone has the balls to take her out.

I hope you are ready… because I am here and I’m taking no shit.

 {OOC: It isn’t really Veronica Taylor… only a parody.}


Climax Control 093
31st August 2013
Tustin High School Gymnasium
Mesa, Arizona

Roxi comes in as Mercedes comes from out of the corner and the two women fall to the mat and roll out of the ring and to the floor! Delia sets Amy up in position for a powerbomb and throws her into the corner!

Adams: Le Bitch Bomb! ... wait! Can I say that!?

Veronica kicks Misty out of the ring as Delia drags Amy into the center of the ring and covers her!

Simone: Wait a minute!

1...

Adams: Amy's not the legal woman in the ring!

2...

Vixen: Neither is Delia! And look! She has Amy's tights!

3!

The crowd boos as Delia leaps off of Amy and quickly rolls out of the ring where she is hurriedly joined by Veronica and Mercedes in a group hug!

Justin: Here are your winners ... Delia Darling! Veronica Taylor! And Mercedes Vargas!

The crowd boos as Amy protests, accusing Delia of the pull of the tights but Drew can do nothing!

Simone: Damn it! That is not right! Neither woman was legally in the ring!

Vixen: When the hell has that ever mattered to the Mean Girls!?

As Misty and Roxi join Amy in cornering Drew in a vehement protest, Delia, Mercedes and Veronica arrive in front of the broadcaster's table. Vixen removes her head set and slowly stands up, ready, but all Delia does is point to her title belt and then run her own hands along her trim waistline, taunting the champion!

Adams: calm down girl! You're here as a broadcaster, not a competitor!

Suddenly Misty, Roxi and Amy dive out of the ring! They charge after the Mean Girls but Delia, Mercedes and Veronica scramble over the barricade and run through the crowd and their pursuers hop the barricade as well, giving chase!

Once backstage Misty, Amy and Roxi split up in search for the Mean Girls and although dangerous, the mean girls would have perhaps done the same thing to save their own asses and split up themselves. Rounding the corner in the pointless search for the Mean Girls, it gives me a chance to think about the match and what had happened during the match.  And with this whole post match exodus to chase after the mean girls, I didn’t get the chance to vent my feelings. Heading back to the changing room, I find Scott Oliver and Gabriel Asar standing in the corridor talking, obviously not sure what about, but it was off camera. Ignoring the fact that I look like a mess, I head towards them with very little emotion etched on my face.

“Hey you… what you talking about?”

I smiled as Gabe and I kissed briefly, as Scott gave a goofy smile.

“Nothing important and sorry about your dumb loss.

Gabe said with a shrug before bringing me in close and hugging me tight.

“Uh… Hi Amy… can I have a few words about your match.”

Scott piped up.

“Sure”

I said as I unwrapped myself from Gabe, but held onto his hand.

“First off… the match itself.”

Scott started.

“The match was going good, it was almost clean, and the mean girls got their shots in and we got ours in, we pretty much kicked their ass, however, the ref wasn’t truly paying much attention and they got the win.”

I shrug.

“About the win, it was again in a unscrupulous manner, what is your reaction to this?”

“Well for one Delia and I weren’t the legal people, so the win is null and void, but to grab my ring gear is another thing. However, I am sorry.”

“Sorry… for what?”

Scott and Gabe look at Amy a little confused.

“Sorry that I got myself into that situation and let my myself get pinned, even if Delia had a handful of ring gear.  I accept full responsibility for this loss and I would like to apologise to Roxi and Misty for letting them down. I will make sure that it won’t happen again.”

I shake my head as a wave of guilt flooded me.

“Thanks Amy.”

Scott said and decided to finish up there, as I give him a small thank you nod, as he and his camera man wonder off, leaving myself and Gabriel alone.

“Why did you take responsibility for your loss? It was never your fault.”

Gabe said squeezing my hand.

“I know… but.”

Before I could continue, Gabe just pulled me in and kissed me hard, instantly silencing me.

“Stop beating yourself up… it could have happened to Roxi or Misty. No one is to blame.  Now go change and then we will head back to the hotel for a shower and then head to a bar.”

I smiled and nodded, as Gabriel tried to settle my mind, but with the events of tonight still fresh, it would take hours maybe a day for the self-pity to go away. Giving a small smile to Gabe, I turn and walk the few meters to the changing room, where as I enter, I see Gabe still watching me.  Smiling, I enter the changing room, where I begin to get changed out of my ring gear and into street clothing.

The scene soon fades out on Gabriel waiting outside the locker room.


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|| The Wake ||


Home of Michelle and Michael Carter.
Los Angeles, California
Tuesday 26th August 2014
Time: 2:30pm

An hour and a half after the funeral of Kevin Carter, the scene opens up in the home of Michelle and Michael Carter, where we see the many people who were at the funeral service, now where at the wake including Amy Marshall and her support in the form of Gabriel Asar.

Looking around the room, Amy sees the many family pictures from Kevin and TJ as kids, to family holidays, another family members and others including those of Kevin and TJ holding their titles from various promotions through the years.

Noticing that Michelle and Michael Carter are briefly their own, Amy begins to head towards them, however, she was quickly stopped in her track as a little girl runs in front of her followed by her mother.

“Lacey come he…”

Amy looks at the little girl and smiles at her.

“You”

The woman said as she realised, who her little girl almost ran into.

“Hello Nicole. Hello Lacey.”

Amy said cool and calm.

“Amy”.

Lacey smiled and hugged Amy with Amy hugging back.

People new to this story… Kevin was once married to Nicole Austin and they had a little girl together. However, a few years later they went there separate ways and divorced. With Kevin and Nicole sharing custody of Lacey.  So many years later, while Kevin and Amy were together – for a few weeks Nicole tried to stick her nose in and failed, thus disappearing from twitter.  However, with Kevin having joint custody of Lacey got to see her father and Amy and they got on well.

So back to the wake…

“What are you doing here?”

Nicole asked glaring at Amy.

“I’m here for the funeral.  Don’t forget that Kevin and I were together for a while and most importantly we got engaged.”

Amy said feeling like she was stating the obvious too much to the point of adding duh.

“Yeah don’t remind me… I see it didn’t take you long to get over Kevin.”

Nicole said snidely as she looked at Gabriel.

“Nicole… this isn’t the time or place to trade barbs. So grow the hell up.”

Amy shoulder barges past Nicole on the way to meet Kevin’s parents, as Amy smiled and waved at Lacey.

“Who was that?”

Gabe asked.

“Kevin’s ex wife. For a while she couldn’t stand Kevin and I being together.  His little girl though is adorable.”

Amy said with a small smile before reaching Kevin’s and TJ’s parents.”

“Sorry about Kevin”

Amy said kissing the cheeks of Michelle and Michael.

“Thank you and thank you for the flowers. They were beautiful.”

“No problem.  The Service was beautiful, I wasn’t expecting a large turnout.”

Amy said.

“Neither were we, we invited a few others including that Savannah Acosta girl, but never came.”

“Perhaps a good thing. Might end up with a few fights.”

Amy said with a shrug, as the Carters kept quiet and nodded.

“So who is your friend here?”

Michael asked.

“Oh sorry… Michelle and Michael, this is Gabriel Asar who is a friend of mine.”

Gabriel shot a questioning look at Amy, as he shook hands with Kevin’s parents.

”My condolences”

“Thank you Gabriel. Did you know our Kevin?”

Michael asked.

“I did not.  I’m just here for support really.”

Gabriel said.

“Aren’t you a kind friend.”

Michael said.

“I do anything for her.”

Gabe said placing a light kiss on Amy’s cheek, as Michelle looked at Amy with suspicion, but says nothing, as another couple comes up to them with a bunch of lilies.

“Michelle… Michael.”

On this note, Amy and Gabe step away as they walk towards the food table and stand in the short line.

“Why did you say I’m a friend?”

Gabe questioned.

“It was easier to say that, than this is my boyfriend, I’m sorry I got over your son’s death so quickly.”

Amy shrugged, as Gabe frowns a little and says nothing as he grabs a plate.

“I’m sorry.”

Amy grabs Gabe’s hand and kisses his cheek, where he just smirks.

“Don’t worry about it. We will talk later. Now… we eat.”

Gabe said looking at the food before him, as Amy grabs a plate for herself and looks at the delicious food that has been provided.

Picking up the last buffet items for her to eat, Amy spots TJ sitting alone and Gabe and Amy head over to him and joins him.  Where the scene soon fades out on Amy, TJ and Gabe who begin to eat, drink and talk about different things.


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Tuesday 2nd September 2014
Las Vegas, NV
Time: 12:45pm

The scene opens inside a large open dressing room, where we see clothes rails filled with prom dresses, party dresses, cocktail dresses, smart dresses, suits, jeans, pants and varying type of tops. Then there are the many shoes that sit on the shoe racks, which the makes are too many to name.  But all that doesn’t distract from the large Hollywood vanity mirror and table in the centre of the room, which lights up the whole room and outshines the main lights inside the room.

All of a sudden the door swings open and insteps a 5’7 brunette wearing a blue silk dress and matching heels and then sits down in front of the mirror, where she soaks in her own image for a moment, before grabbing the maybelline red lipstick off the table.  Placing some of the red lipstick on her lips, she extends the lipstick a little more and then writes on the mirror…

Basic
Ugly

Trash

Thot

Loser

Irrelevant

Jealous Janis

Fugly

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most fabulous, prettiest and gorgeous of them all?”

The woman begins this fake valley girl accent. She waits for a moment, as she waits for an answer.

“What… I’m not fabulous, beautiful or pretty… then who is?”

The room goes silent and just a vocal noise of ‘ugh’ could be heard, as this woman raises her hand and smears the words on the mirror and writes some new words.

Unique

Real

Beautiful

She then stands to her feet and places the lipstick lid back on the lipstick and turns and leaves the room.  As the camera follows her out of the dressing room, we soon realise that we are in a large conference centre somewhere in Las Vegas.

Heading down the corridor, she ignores those around her and even makes a point of laughing at some unfortunate wearing something from last year. Reaching a set of double doors, she opens the doors to see a small group pf various journalists although not sure what type at this time.

The woman coughs and glares at a well dressed man, who is a couple of feet away who rolls his eyes and step up on the podium.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have Veronica Taylor”

The man announces to the crowd of journalists.

“Thank you… so who has some questions for pretty little me?”

Veronica says.

“Is this some sick joke.”

Asks one of the journalists, looking a little bemused.

“The only sick joke is Amy Marshall, but I’m not here to talk about that ugly jealous Janis… I’m here to talk about me and how pretty I am.”

Veronica flicks her hair in an arrogant manner.

“Why are we here?”

Asked another journalist

“Again…I’m here to talk about me me me and how pretty I am…. Duh!  Stupid masic.”

Veronica flicks her hair once again and fakes a stupid laugh.

“I think we’re done here.”

Comes a female voice, as she begins to pack her stuff.

“Ok… just wait one moment.”

The valley girl voice goes and what appears to be a fake veronica rips the wig off from her head and turns out to be Amy Marshall.

“Forgive me for messing you about… I was just proving a point in how easy it could be playing a dumb arrogant narcissist with an ego and the face the size of an elephant. I will answer serious questions and I promise no messing around.”

Amy said with a serious and genuine face.

“Aside from the mind games, how well prepared are you for this match against Veronica Taylor and Liz Smalls??”

The male journalist said.

“To be honest it’s difficult to prepare for a match, when your opponents are constantly acting like high school spoilt brats and throwing high school barbs at you.  But in this case, all you can do is work your butt off inside the gym and help your team match out as much as possible.”

Amy answered the question.

“Have you and Jessie discussed tatics as yet?”

Asked a female journalist.

“We haven’t as yet, but there is plenty of time.”

Amy said answer the ladies question.

“What about interference?”

Asked another journalist, obviously he knows that the mean girls interfere in the match, but didn’t watch last show.

“You obviously didn’t watch last show… much to Mark’s protesting, he, Christian and Erik placed a stipulation on all mean girl matches, which if any of them interfere and win a title, then they will be stripped.  And it goes for the same if anyone non mean girl related interferes.”
Amy shrugs, as the journalist shakes his head.

“They are some crazy stipulations.”

“Crazy, but hopefully effective.”

Amy says back, hoping deep down that the stipulations she demanded works out well for everyone.

“Will your relationship with Gabriel Asar affect your mind set?”

Another asked.

“I hope not.  I haven’t let a relationship affect my wrestling career so far, so why should it now.”

Amy said shaking her head.

“Anyone else with stupid questions please leave, however, I will take one more question.”

Amy continued.

“Thoughts going into this match?”

Asked a journalist.

“My thoughts… my thoughts would be that Jessie and I have to get the job done at Violent Conduct, if we fail then life in Sin City Wrestling will be in sufferable.  Especially if Delia beats Vixen and Mercedes becomes roulette champion.    However, we will make sure that it won’t come to that and we will walk away still champions.

We will embarrass Veronica and Lizzy Smalls, we will shame them enough not to show their faces in SCW for a very long time.  And here is the one big IF… IF the mean girls win at Violent Conduct then Jessie and I will demand a rematch and make sure that those jokers get the briefest taste of gold.

Now if no-one has any further questions speak now or forever hold you peace, as I would like to have lunch.”

Amy looks around and no hands go up.

“Thank you for your time ladies and gents and stay tuned for Amy plays dress up part two.”

A small chuckle fills the room, before one by one, the journalist’s file out of the room, while Amy picks up the wig and dumps it into the bin. The scene fades out on Amy leaving the conference room before heading back to the dressing room to change from the silk dress and shoes back into her own clothes before leaving the dressing room and conference centre to return back home and continue her own preparations for the tag team match at Violent Conduct.

 Climax Control 089
3rd August 2014
The Redwood Empire Ice Arena
Santa Rosa, California
   
Jasmine begins to count as both ladies are still out. Meanwhile, Angelica as managed to steal the attention from Liz as Jessie begins to chase her. Liz uses the distraction to dig into her purse at ringside and pull something out. Angelica passes Liz again as she sticks a leg out to trip Jessie up. The trip works as Jessie smashes her head into the steel steps. Liz takes the opportunity to put furry hand cuffs on Jessie and handcuff her to the ring post.

Adams: Genius, pure genius.

Simone: Oh I knew these two broads couldn't win cleanly.

Adams: What are you talking about Liz just took out Jessie?

Simone: Vintage Mean Girls.

Angelica dangles the key in front of Jessie as she just realized what has happened and tries to get the key. Angelica walks away from Jessie as she hops up on the far side of the ring apron and gets the ref's attention. Angelica is arguing that Amy smells very bad. The distraction works as Liz connects with the Legend Maker across the back of Amy. Liz manages to roll Amy over onto her back then drapes Veronica's arm across Amy's chest. Angelica quickly hops down off the ring apron as Liz is beating the hell out of Jessie. Jasmine drops to her knees and counts the three.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Here are your winners, Liz Smalls and Veronica Taylor....The Mean Girls.


Laying on the mat listening to the Mean Girls entrance theme made me sick to my stomach. I knew that we should have won, but because of the usual interference and cheating from the mean girls… they fluked there win with Liz Smalls hitting her finisher on me and pinning me.

Rolling myself onto my front, I look up to see a couple of refs and backstage workers around Jessie as they try to remove the handcuffs.  Shaking my head and slapping the mat in annoyance, the mean girls are getting too cocky and more annoying and something had to be truly done.

Pushing myself up off the mat, I climbed out of the ring, just as they free Jessie.  We both look at each other knowing that we were both neither to blame, only the mean girls and their cheating ways.

As we headed up the ramp, Misty music hits over the p.a, where she appears and then passes us on her way down to the ring.  Jessie and I briefly look back wondering what she was doing there, but instead of waiting at the top of the ramp, we disappear backstage, and where we prepare to watch what Misty has to say.

And what Misty had to say, was that she was returning because of the Mean Girls. The mean girls are destroying what Misty built when she first came to Sin City wrestling and now she is back to rebuild the division. And end the end of the day, she was returning to put a stop to the mean girls and their mockery of the division.

However, with her intention declared, the mean girls decide to show and mob attack her with Tessa, Angelica, Veronica, Liz, Mercedes and Delia all getting various shots in, including a baseball bat shot to Misty’s.

Not being able to watch any more, Vixen, Electra Styles, Zuri Justice and Roxi Johnson rush past. With Jessie and I also coming to Misty rescue, where we all brawled until we are separated by security and the mean girls quickly make their cowardice exits, leaving only the rescuers of Misty inside the ring.

Once the coast is clear, Vixen and Roxi check on Misty, as the rest of us make sure there isn’t any further signs of the mean girls before returning to the backstage area and going our separate ways.

”Cheaters and Fluke are the only two words that I can describe what happened out there tonight.   Brag all you like, but your win is fucking tarnished by the fact that you had Angelica help you out.  Next time you won’t have Angelica, Delia and any other friend helping out, I will make sure of it.


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Minutes after the massive confrontation between the Mean Girls and the few girls that actually want the Mean Girls gone, Amy entered the changing area, where she found her cell phone ringing, however, by the time she reached it, it stopped.  Going over to her bag, she pulled her phone from her bag, she noticed that she had 10 missed calls all from Kevin.

Frowning, she wondered what was urgent to ring that many times. Dialling his number back, a familiar voice that wasn’t Kevin’s answered.

“Hi Amy.”

“Hi… Tj.”

Amy said with a frown.

“What’s up?”

Amy continued.

“Its Kevin… there has been an accident.”

TJ said with a voice that was shaky before continuing on…

“He’s dead.”

Amy said nothing, as she expected this be a joke or something, but with no laughter to be heard only the background noise of a hospital p.a system, then it hit her.  Amy had felt as if someone just punched in her stomach so hard that she was about to throw up.

“When… how?”

Was the only two words that she was able to muster, before stumbling to find somewhere to sit down.

“An hour ago in downtown LA.  He was driving in his car, crossing a set of traffic lights, when a drunk driver hit him, which rolled his car several times before a semi truck hit and his car burst into flames.

Killing him…”

Amy quickly stood up and threw up in the plastic bin that sat by the door, before returning to her seat and trying not to cry for the sake of Tj.

“I am so sorry TJ, how are you holding up?”

Amy asked wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Umm. Ok I guess. I’ll no doubt be a blubbering mess when our parents arrive in a bit.”

TJ said in a lost little boy voice.
“Give them my condolences and I will also send some flowers as well.”

Amy said.

”Sure.”

“Thanks. And again I’m so sorry about Kevin.”

Amy said.

“Me too and sorry you had to hear the news this way.”

TJ unnecessarily apologised.

“Oh no… I rather hear it from you than from TMZ or some scummy paparazzi.”

Amy shrugged.

“Sorry about this, but I have to go. Mom and dad are here.”

And without saying goodbye, he hung up. I said nothing, due to the situation he was in. placing her cell down on the table, Amy just began to cry.  The only man she loved had died and although they hadn’t seen each other for a while, the hate over the break up melted away, leaving Amy heart broken once again, but also severely angry at the drunk driver.

Standing to her feet, Amy slowly grabbed her cell and bag and opened the changing room door to see Pussy Willow standing before her, but Amy shook her head and barged past her, where she then saw the mean girls celebrating their supposed win and instead of now feeling sorry for herself, it was now just hate and anger that filled her veins and she just wanted to go home and fall asleep and hope it was a dream.

Shaking her head, Amy just sped up and was virtually running towards the exit of the area, where she hailed a cab, which went straight to the hotel that Amy was staying at.


<Center> REST IN PEACE KEVIN CARTER </Center>


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24 hours after finding out about Kevin and his violent death, Amy went from California back to Las Vegas in the space of a few hours to Tokyo, Japan.  It all began after arriving home in Vegas with her mood not any better and snapping at people on the phone as well as those on twitter, until I revealed that Kevin Carter had died.

This then led to Gabriel Asar inviting me to Japan to cheer me up, escape America and the mean girls for a week.  

Wednesday 6th August 2014
Karaoke Kan (Shibuya)
Tokyo, Japan

The scene opens up inside the Karaoke Kan in the Shibuya prefecture of Tokyo, where we see a room full of partygoers chatting, drinking, listening and laughing to those who were singing on the stage.  As the camera pans around, we see Amy sitting in the corner of the room with Gabriel as they share a laugh and sip their drinks.

“So what are you going to sing?”

Amy asked shouting.

“Oh no, I’m not singing.”

Gabriel said shaking his head.

“Hey, I sang and in Japanese and badly. Its your turn.”

Amy said nudging Gabriel in the shoulder.

Gabriel shakes his head in protest.

“Please Gabe, you can’t be as bad as some people. It’ll be a laugh as well.”

Amy pleaded with Gabe.

“Ok Ok.”

Gabe crumbled.

“Great…  you are on next btw and you are singing Madonna and Material Girl.”

Gabe glared at Amy, as Amy just gave him a warm smile.

“What? I didn’t know what you wanted to sing. I got lumped with a Japanese song and got laughed at.”

Amy defended herself, as Gabe let out a small sigh before downing his sake.

“Fine… because its you.”

Amy squealed and then shut up realising what she had just done.

“Thank you.”

Amy said with an embarrassed smile and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Gabriel Asar next”

Was announced over the p.a, as the previous group stepped off the stage, as Gabriel got to his feet and let out a small sigh before sipping on his beer and then stepping up onto the stage.

A few moments pass and then Madonna’s Material Girl begins to play.

GABE: Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they're okay
If they don't give me proper credit
I just walk away

They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light, that's right, that's right
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right

'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl

The scene fades out on Gabriel, who sings the song badly as well as acting it out, while Amy just smiles and laughs at him.


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Punk Cam Vlog
Thursday 14th August 2014

To be honest, I can’t remember what happened last year in this Clash of the champion thing, I don’t remember if I was in a match or not.  But it doesn’t really matter now, because this year I am in it and Jessie and I are tag team champions.

And we are up against Jessie’s NXT teammate – Vixen and my former friend and tag team champion cohort – Necra Kane.

This should be quite interesting to say the least.

Firstly Vixen… it appears that you are in the same battle as myself, Misty, Jessie and virtually every other bombshell in aiming to rid SCW of the mean girls and its good to see that more and more people are getting sick and tired of them.  However, while we are in the same little war, it is temporarily on hold, as we become opponents on Sunday.

You see while Jessie has the stigma that you two are NXT team-mates; I am not burdened with this little problem, so I will push you to your limits.  Unfortunately not at the same level like Odette, in your match. But I can push you enough and make you work hard and I will make sure Jessie and I will walk away victors.

However, one little advice that I will impart on you… do not trust Necra, she is dangerous and unpredictable.

And speaking of Necra…  how are you doing? Good.

I wondered how long it would take management, before they put us in another match and I was quite surprised that it would be this match.  But then again it is Clash of the champions and well you are a champion as is Vixen.

Anyway…like I told Vixen not to trust you… I will echo my own words because no doubt you will try and pull something, nothing like the mean girls and their ridiculous numbers, but probably some stupid mind games inside the ring.

But you know what… your mind games didn’t work before and they won’t work now. And as I’ve said many times you don’t scare me.  The only thing that scares me, is the fact that you think you know me – sorry to break it to you, but you don’t.  

So what do you think of my new tag partner? I think she is so much better than you to be honest… we share so many interests its crazy and we are more prepared in this tag team, then our forced together team.

Anyway… I know my record against you is mixed, but coming Sunday night, it will improve as Jessie and I beat you and Vixen.  I won’t wish you luck, but you will no doubt make your own.

So I wish you luck Vixen and Necra… go rot in hell.

 Wednesday 16th July 2014
Las Vegas, NV



”Oh Mercedes… all this talk from you is just all rehashed bullshit.  And like your precious Argentina you won’t be winning on Sunday. However, it won’t take one hundred and seventeen minutes or any last gasp hope for us to win.  We will only take minutes to beat you and unlike Argentina we will be taking gold home.

You see Mercedes, just like Germany, Jessie and I are a well-oiled machine… yes we have one match under our belt, but it isn’t going to stop us from causing an upset and taking the belts under your first title defence.

Oh FYI – Jessie and I couldn’t give a fuck if you like the Metal and Punk Connection or not, we not here to please anyone… plus there are far more worse tag team names that have been invented – S.E.X – but we won’t go there.

So moving quickly on.

Do you know why Jessie and I are going for the tag team titles? Its not because we are failures in singles and competition but because the tag team title were sitting around gathering dust… the Freakettes killed the tag division and we could bring prestige back into the division. Unfortunately you and Traci got there before us. However, we are not mad about it, we are here to spice the division up and with further competition from the mean girls in there many carnations, it might get better.

But it seems you are more focused on the past of when the tag titles were brought in, who held them and for how long… you are sounding more like Trish when she was around in Sin City Wrestling… stuck in the past and never looking to the future.  You are even still butt hurt about me beating you fair and square for the Roulette and even in my first title defence…

Oh… and for one last time… I WILL NOT SAY THANK YOU… I will only say thank you for fucking up.  But all this is in the past and it’s becoming all very repetitive and a little boring and we will definitely 100% won’t say thank you nor appreciate whatever the hell you or Traci have done.

Unless this is you trying to save something that will be always be possibly doomed.

But then that makes you a saviour of a division, and we all know that saviours are full of crap, and you already know that I have called and ended so called saviours - unless you want to be a saviour of something that will be always unpredictable.

You see at the moment, there is you and Traci, M&PC and the various forms of the Mean Girls – right now there is plenty of interesting, but what is going to happen a month, 2 months, 6 months, 9 months or a year down the line? The division could quiet once again.

Then we will be back to square one, so why should we thank you, when nothing is set in stone and the future of the tag titles is in jeopardy.

And speaking of unpredictable… what made you choose Traci as partner? Since we are questioning tag partners and teams. So far we have heard very little from her and no doubt when she does say something, it won’t be very exciting and probably show her talking to her sister or her trainer as she preps for the match.

Great partner you have there Mercedes, very reliable and dependable.

I hope you are ready Mercedes for some disappointment come Sunday night because Jessie and I are taking them titles and never giving them back.

  Climax Control – 085
15th June 2014
William Peccole Park
Reno, Nevada

Mercedes Vargas vs. Jessie Salco vs. Amy Marshall

Mercedes sees the distraction and let’s loose a hard eye rake to her long time foe. Amy screams in pain as she drops down, rubbing wildly at her eyes. Drew tosses the brass knuckles to the outside of the ring and turns around to see Amy running over to Jessie, levelling her with a clothesline from hell. She rebounds off of the ropes and then dashes over to the opposing ropes. She looks to Mercedes with fire in her eyes as she comes over with a Shooting Stars Press! She hooks the leg, but Jessie is on her way over already.

1!

Jessie surprises Amy with a boot to the gut. She runs backward and bounces off of the ropes with a Springboard before leaping up and landing the Circle Pit on Amy! The crowd bursts into cheers as Jessie leans down for the pin. However, Mercedes pulls her off instantly. She picks Jessie up for the Black Rose Overdrive, landing it quickly. She has reached her limit as she falls back on top of Amy, weakly hooking onto the leg. Drew drops down for the count.

1!
2!
3!

Justin Decent: Your winner and Number One Contender to the Bombshell Roulette Championship... MERRRRRRRRCEDEEEES VARRRRRRRGAAAAAAAAASSS!!!


Another match and another loss and once again to Mercedes Vargas in a three way number one contendership to the Roulette title, to me the whole situation was getting more and more stupid, however, it was down to me not getting focused enough for matches.  Don’t get me wrong, I am fit and healthy but silly little distractions in my personal life and twitter were perhaps making me loose focus.

I knew that I had to refocus on what was more important, however, with Liz Smalls riling people up and just being an annoying little gnat and me just getting easily distracted with other things, things had to change.

Entering the backstage area after a hard fought match between Mercedes, Amy and Jessie, Amy grabbed a towel and water and sat down as she soaked in the usual failure that comes with facing Mercedes, but also thought about the team work between Jessie and Amy and although it was brief, it worked well, but we still understood that it was every women for themselves.  However, no matter what happened, Jessie and Amy budding friendship was there and growing.

Nursing her sore head, Amy stood to her feet and came face-to-face Jessie.

“Great match out there tonight. Sorry it panned out with Mercedes winning. But I was so damn close.”

Jessie said with a hint of frustration.

”It sucks, but just got to work harder.”

Amy shrugs.

“Anyway, I like how we worked out there tonight. I have an idea, but I’ll run it by you later…too many ears listening. Catch you late.”

And with that Jessie was gone in a flash, and it was for a good reason to, as I turned around I saw Rocky Mountains waiting.

“Rocky… how unexpected.”

“Hi Amy… ok to have a few quick words?”

Rocky asked.

“Sure, why not.”

“Thanks. So what was that conversation about between you and Jessie?”

“Just a few words… nothing exciting.”

Amy said not giving away anything.

“Right… so about the match… we once again saw Mercedes pinning you. Your thoughts?”

Rocky began questioning.

“Its not secret that Mercedes and I have a lot of history, with Mercedes always getting the best of me in some shape or form. However, tonight was just a little different from the usual supposed Mercedes ‘domination’, tonight she got lucky. As everyone saw Jessie was the better wrestler and should of won this match, but Mercedes stole the win to claim the number one contendership to Emma Rose’s Roulette title.  But I think Emma’s title is safe, as the last time Mercedes was in a title match, it was a four way and well Emma retained…but I guess Mercedes won’t be mentioning that.”

Amy said with a shrug.

“I just feel sorry for Jessie in these circumstances.”

“So what about you and your performance or lack of it tonight.”

Rocky asked.

“Everyone is entitled to have bad days and distractions.  This week was particularly bad… but in future I will be back to my usual self with less distractions and more ass kicking.”

With that Amy turns and heads toward the locker rooms to shower, change and wallow in self-pity, leaving Rocky Mountains to find her next interviewee.


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Another week passes, yet more Liz Smalls drama fills my life and my timeline on twitter, as I try and make promises of biting my tongue and ignoring it and for a while it was working as she continued to piss everyone off, but that didn’t last long as her debut match in SCW was a strike a pose match against Delia.

And while the village idiots petitioned to find out who was going to cheer them on, I had decided to protest the match, however, first I had more important matters between Jessie and myself.

That afternoon – hours before Climax Control, Jessie and I met at the celebrity theatre, where we discussed what would be our new tag team name, but also tag moves and finishers.

“So what do you think of the team name?”

Jessie asked.

“I couldn’t come up with anything better than that. I love it.”

I said with a smile, the team name was perfect.

“Music… I was thinking Arch Enemy – You know my name.”

“What does that sound like?”

Jessie smirks and pulls out her cell phone and quickly scrolls through and the music starts to blare.

Listening to it, I like the sound, however, I didn’t think it was right for the team, but I suddenly remember that I had recently downloaded a new song called Wolves of War by Burn Halo.

“Sounds great, but I have an alternative tune.”

I pull my phone out from my pocket and scroll through before finding the music app and hit play as the sound of Wolves of War fills the theatre.  A few moments pass before Jessie speaks up.

“Who are they again?”

“Burn Halo… led by James Hart was the lead singer of Eighteen Visions.”

“I like it.  Lets use that one.”

Jessie and I smile, this was easy, but the next thing to talk about was wrestling moves and finishers and that wasn’t going to be so easy.

“Team moves next.”

I said as Jessie slid her phone back into her pocket.

“I was thinking about using moves like the doomsday device, hurricanrana, superkicks and a few other low tech moves.”

“I like, but I always find tag team moves a bitch to come up with and name.”

I said shaking my head, as Jessie shakes her head in agreement.
“They are though, especially when you can’t put them into practice.”

Amy nods, knowing that last time she was in a tag team it was with Necra Kane and that team was thrown together at the last minute. Hopefully this time Jessie and I have more time to prepare before the first match.

“So when do you think we should announce the team?”

I asked, pressing stop on the music app on my phone.

“Tonight?”
   
Jessie said.

“When?”

I asked.

“Anytime during the show… there isn’t a major rush and we don’t have matches either.”

Jessie said.

“True, though I might protest that stupid strike a pose match.”

I said.

“Yeah I would just ignore it and not watch it. As you said… treat it as a piss break.”

I chuckled a little at that comment.

“Yeah, but someone has to be out there pissing on their parade and represent the people who are unhappy with this match and lets not forget there is going to be a host of village idiots cheering on either Delia or Liz.”

I said shaking my head again.

“Anyway… I have to disappear, but I’ll text you with a list of moves and we can brainstorm what to use and name them.

Jessie said changing the subject before it escalates into a massive rant.  She then stands to her feet before grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Jessie continued.

“Sure.”

I said, as I watched Jessie climbs out of the ring before disappearing off, leaving me alone.  I then climb out of the ring and grab my phone, where I dial Joshua’s number and see what he is doing for lunch.


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Climax Control 086
22nd June 2014n
Celebrity Theatre
Phoenix, Arizona

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa, as we see Amy Marshall appear at the top of the ramp wearing a misfits t-shirt, jeans and converse hi-tops – showing that she wasn’t in action. Instead of heading down the ramp, Amy turns and Jessie Salco appears through the curtain and stands next to Amy.

Both give each other a respectful nod, before making their way down the ramp, the splitting and entering the ring on different sides, with Amy getting a mic before meeting in the centre of the ring as the music dies down.

Raising the mic to her lips, Amy begins to speak.

Amy: “Tonight, we have Joanne Canelli facing off against Katherine Kensington and Electra Styles is defending her title against Vixen and many other great matches except for one so called wrestling match.

Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Necra Kane, Emma Rose, Jade Arcador, Traci, Mercedes, Roxi, Odette and Brandi… all great bombshells in this company… all vying to get a shot at either Emma or Electra and all without a match this week because some genius booker decided to say fuck them lets book Delia vs. Liz Smalls in a Strike A Pose match.

Since when did we go back to the nineties, where there were bra and panties matches, paddle on a pole matches, chocolate pudding matches and evening gown matches?

As far as I’m concerned this nothing more than a piss break match… because I for one won’t be watching that bullshit match between two untalented brain dead zombies.

And my friend here… feels the exact same way.”

Jessie, who is holding her own mic, raises it to her lips as she shakes her head.

Jessie: “Thanks Amy but to be honest, I think calling this match a piss break is an insult to piss breaks!” Jessie says as she paces back and forth inside the ring. “Like Amy said, there are plenty of great Bombshells that SHOULD’VE been booked instead but what do we get instead? A brainless bitch who can’t win a match cleanly to save her life and her idiot opponent who spells like a twelve year old and I’m being generous about her spelling!”

Jessie says as she shakes her head.

Jessie: “But we didn’t just come out here to piss all over this so called match, if we wanted to do that we’d probably do it on Twitter instead! Amy, why don’t you tell them what’s going on?”

Raising the mic to her lip, Amy gave a small smile.

Amy: “The second reason for being out here is because Jessie and I have a small announcement. So without hesitation, let me introduce to you, the newest deadliest tag team in Sin City Wrestling the Metal and Punk Connection – Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall.”

Wolves of War by Burn Halo hits over the p.a as Jessie and Amy raises their arms in unison.


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Punk Cam vlog
4th July 2014
Las Vegas, NV.
”Another tag team is born. Metal and Punk Connection. Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall.  The reason behind this team… so go after the tag titles that have been gathering dust around The Freakettes waists and now currently sit upon the waists of Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas.

It’s funny… most companies would just make the title inactive due to lack of competition, but Sin City Wrestling isn’t any other company because they have 3 different belts for the Bombshell division and its great.

However, I find it weird that as soon as someone mentions the tag titles and Jessie and I teaming, suddenly everyone wants a shot and people join or rejoin the company and a new tag team is formed.

Just like our opponents – Marisol Hawks and Tiami Tyler

Though in fairness to Marisol, she has been in this company for a few matches, but it’s the likes of Tiami… yes you have been in SCW previously, but you are only rejoining because there is a slight possibility of getting some gold around your waist.

Before moving onto the gold and the team of Mercedes and Traci, lets go back o Marisol and Tiami.

Marisol… like I’ve said you have had one maybe two matches here in SCW… but to be honest I actually find you a decent wrestler and a decent person and I think you should do well in this match.  You got unlucky in your last match against Liz Smalls and while you should have a better match against Jessie and I… you won’t come out on top.

And I will tell the same thing to Tiami… Jessie and I will be walking away from this match as winners and challengers to the tag team title.

Yes Jessie and I are a new untested tag team, but so are you and Tiami… but the difference is that Jessie and I have wrestled each other, we are friends and have far more experience in getting gold in this company than you.

So you will just have to wait for your turn…

Just like Tiami will have to wait for her turn.

Firstly welcome back Tiami… so how long will you stay this time? A week? A month?

Unlike my partner, I have never faced you… so I don’t know what you are like inside the ring, but what I do know is that your return will be very disappointing for you, as Jessie and I show why we are the most dangerous tag team.

We may share jokes and laughs… all the expense of Liz Smalls… on twitter… but stepping into that ring all that will go out of the window.

Marisol and Tiami… I wish you luck in your future careers but come Sunday night you will see Jessie and I win and walking away as the number one contenders to the Bombshell tag titles held by Traci and Mercedes.

And speaking of which… Traci and Mercedes… I hope you are watching very very carefully because once we get done with Marisol and Tiami… we are coming for them titles.

  To: Erik Staggs
From: Amy Marshall
Date: 12 May
”Meet me at the Asoka Bar. 1PM Tuesday.

Amy
X


Tuesday 13th May 2014
Time: 12:55PM
Asoka Bar
Cape Town
South Africa



The scene opens in the Asoka Bar in Cape Town, South Africa, where we see Amy sitting alone in the corner of the restaurant, as she waits for someone but also eats her lunch.  Sitting in front of her is a Wagyu beef burger, mature cheddar, slow roasted plum tomato and hand cut fries and a cocktail drink called Mellow Yellow – which has Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum and passion fruit liqueur shaken with Fresh passion fruit, mango, coconut, pressed apple, vanilla sugar and lime juices.

Sipping on the cocktail, Amy looks out the window behind her for a brief moment to check out the view from the window, before turning back to see Erik Staggs standing before her in jeans and a misfits t-shirt with a sparkling water in hand.

“Bit early to be drinking. Shouldn’t you be focusing on your match or be in the gym?”

Erik said looking at the cocktail and then what was on the plate.

“Why hello Erik… yes I’m fine thanks.”

Amy said sarcastically, as she glares at him before biting into a hand cut fry.

“Uh Sorry… How are you?”

Erik said with some annoyance.

“Just to point out that this is my day off… but I am heading back into the gym first thing tomorrow and for the next week or so. And I’m good thanks.”

Amy said.

“So why did you ask me here?”

Erik asked

“To apologise.”

“Ok…”

Erik looks at Amy a little suspiciously.

“Seriously, I want to apologise. Does it look like I want to seduce you while I’m eating? And sit the hell down.”

Amy demanded, before biting into her burger, as Erik sat down opposite.

“I’m listening.”

Erik said, probably still a little sceptical.

Finishing her mouthful, Amy sipped her drink before speaking.

“Look I am truly sorry for trying it on with you and attempting to make an impossible match, I was just angry at Mark for being a douche bag towards me and I thought I could try something different.  Obviously you saw straight through it and at the end of the day I embarrassed myself and I know that you are my boss, but I was hoping we can be friends again?”

Amy said shrugging with a little hope inside her.

"I am not a forgiving person, but I feel as though you've learned our boundaries.  I played the game right back, so I feel that we can move past that.  Besides, I can understand the frustrations with Mark and his stubbornness."

“Stubbornness… the man was a total prick towards me. Anyway moving on… I am glad we are cool, but you need to lighten up a little when you are out the office, less boss more relaxed.”

Amy suggested.

"I've been on top of things since the Rebellion, because I can't afford to slip up and lose my job.  But, I am getting there..."

Erik said with a shrug.

“Yeah post rebellion sucked, but glad you are becoming more your old self, whatever, your old self is.”

Amy smirked a little, before stuffing a couple of fry’s into her mouth.

Erik reaches over to steal a couple from her, smirking as he puts a few in his mouth as well. After chewing and swallowing them, he speaks.  

"I like to think of myself as... reinvented. New and improved..."

Amy smiles, as a waitress comes over.

“Is everything ok for you?”

“Yes thank you.”

Amy said with a smile.

“Can I order something?”

Erik asked as he grabbed a menu.

“Sure”

“Can I have Prawns, egg noodles, Asian greens, wok fried vegetables, cashew nuts and mushrooms?  Thanks.”

“Certainly sir.”

The waitress smiles and walks off, back to the kitchen to make the order.

“So are you prepared for your match against Delia and Veronica?”

Erik enquired.

“Pretty much… I’m meeting Karina next week for some final preparations and talk tatics.”

Amy said as she leant forward and removed a cushion from behind her back.

“Good, there are so many people wanting you and Karina beat Delia and Veronica.”

“Don’t I know it!  But don’t worry Karina and I have got this.”

Erik smiles at Amy’s confidence.

“You better, otherwise we won’t hear the end of it.”

Amy nods.

“Oh god yeah.”

Erik shakes his head at the very thought of The Mean girls winning and the bragging that would come from it.

“Prawns, egg noodles, Asian greens, wok fried vegetables, cashew nuts and mushrooms”

The waitress returns with Erik’s mean in hand.

“Yes.”

The waitress places Erik’s meal down on the table along with knife and fork, as begins to eat it, as Amy continue eating her meal and drinking her cocktail, as the scene soon fades out on them both eating.


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Thursday 15th May 2014

I have just one question for you Veronica.  Why do you associate yourself with Delia?  I mean aside from the whole I am better than everyone else bullshit you two seem to share.  You have the better “wrestling skills” and far better wrestling knowledge and wrestled a whole lot more than Delia.  Although doing my research, you have won fuck all in terms of gold just earned a legion of people wanting to kick your head in.

So why hang around her? As I see it you are merely a puppet in her stupid games, although that’s better than riding her coat tails like Angelica and Tessa Flanagan.   You see Veronica; you already had the taste of what Delia is truly like, when you were stuck in that box.  From what I heard she was really cranky and bitchy, and just imagine what it is going to be like when you get pinned by either Karina or myself. She is going to be even more bitchy and cranky and I can see her dumping your plus size ass, which would be just funny.  It would also teach you a lesson of not being a sheep but instead be an individual.

In laymen’s terms – drop those narcissistic morons… you would go further here in SCW than previous companies you have been in.

So this is how things will go down.

Karina and I will enter the ring, we will kick both of your asses, break your noses and knock a few teeth out, we will then either pin you or make you tap and then wave you goodbye as you scamper away like little girls.  We will be also ready for any cheap dirty tatics that you might use. Then we will celebrate your defeat.

I hope you got that Veronica because this match isn’t going to be pretty.


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Monday 19th May 2014
Time: 2:30pm
Newspaper House
Cape Town
Cape Times Newspaper



The scene opens on Amy standing outside Newspaper House for the local newspaper Cape Times, as she prepares to meet the sports editor – Ian Smit for a short interview for the newspaper to promote her match but also Chaos In Cape Town Supercard.

Entering into the building through a set of spinning doors, Amy enters into foyer before walking up the reception desk.

“Hi, here to see Ian Smit.”

The lady sitting at the desk gives Amy a funny look mainly because of the hair, but Amy chooses to ignore it, as it’s a regular occurrence.

“Please take a seat, I’ll let him know you are here.”

“Thanks.”

Amy smiles before heading over to the chairs, where she sits down and picks up the latest copy of the Cape Times newspaper and begins to flick through and wait for the sports editor to come.

Several minutes pass and the elevator pings and out steps a middle-aged man wearing black trousers and blue shirt and strides towards the reception desk, where he and the lady share a short conversation and is directed towards where Amy is sitting.

“Hi Amy?”

Amy stands and places the paper onto the table.

“Yes Hi.”

“I’m Ian, the sports editor for the newspaper.”

He said as they share a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Lets go to my office an we can get this interview started.”

“Sure.”

Ian turns and Amy follows him to the elevators, where they wait for a few moments before the doors open and they step in the lift and it whisks Amy and Ian Smit up to the third floor of the building.  Stepping out of the elevator, Amy follows Ian once again and this time towards his office.

Entering the office, Amy notices all the various sports memorabilia from local South African teams to teams across the world including several European soccer teams, American football and baseball teams.

Amy sat down in the nearest chair, as Ian grabbed a pen, a pad, a Dictaphone and some other piece of paper before sitting down himself.

“Sorry about this, I’m not this unorganised.  Right…”

Ian presses record on the Dictaphone and then begins his questions.

Name: Amy Marshall

Age: 34

Sport you compete in: Wrestling.

How long have you been doing it?   About 6 years.  

What company do you work with? Sin City Wrestling.

Tell us about the up and coming show. The up and coming show is called Chaos In Cape Town, the name voted by SCW fans.  The show is our Supercard, which is the same as a pay per view.

What is your part on the Supercard? My part is that Karina Koji and myself are opening the show. We are in a tag team match against The Mean girls and basically this is a feud that has been bubbling for the past month and a bit.

What did the mean girls do to anger you and Karina? Basically a lot of bad mouthing, attacking those who shouldn’t be even inside a wrestling ring and just annoying the hell out of us.

Have there been any fights? Plenty. Aside from the bad mouthing from them and myself, they have jumped us backstage and gone as far as interfering in a match of mine, apart from jumping them in a match; I have pretty much embarrassed them.

So how have you been preparing for this match? I’m pretty much going to the gym everyday, and I have been always watching past wrestling tapes of Veronica and Delia. Although Delia hasn’t got many videos, also in a few days I will be meeting up with Karina to talk tatics.

What’s Karina like for a partner? She is a good choice, yes we didn’t see eye to eye for a little while, but we are putting that behind us and focusing on the match and beating the mean girls.

So to the Supercard, how many matches are there and which ones should people watch? There are fourteen matches and honestly everyone should watch all the matches, because we have the best wrestlers in the US.

So when and where can you watch the show? Sunday 25th and you can find the show on our website and watch on there or watch it on TV. Unfortunately not sure which channel its on.

Well thanks Amy and good luck.

Thank you.

Amy smiles and stands to her feet, where she and Ian once again shake hands.

I’ll see you out.

Thanks.

And once again, Amy follows Ian out of the office and into the elevator and into the foyer.

Oh, I forgot to ask. When will this interview be printed?

It should be out tomorrow and online.  When I get back to the office, I will write this up and sort out the rest of the sports.

Wow that’s quick.

Indeed.

Then I’ll let you go and start.  Again thank you.

No thank you.

Amy smiles at Ian before turning and signing out of the visitor’s book and then leaving the building to get a cab back to the hotel.


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Wednesday 21st May 2014

Robben Island
Cape Town.

The scene opens on Robben Island, where it was once “home” to South Africa’s most famous political prisoners, including Nelson Mandela, and was an integral part of South Africa’s history and still is, as thousands still visit the site.  As the camera pans around the site, we see Amy Marshall and Karina Koji standing in the limestone quarry as they listened to the guide.

” This is the famous limestone quarry where the political prisoners worked during the day. The cave is where their tools were stored at the end of each day. The tower at the top was actually a World War II observation tower. The small pile of stones in the middle of the quarry was stacked by ex-prisoners when they visited the island to commemorate their stay. The pile of stones has been preserved in this state since that day.

Feel free to have a look around, but please do not touch or move anything. Thank you.

The guide said in a strong south african accent and no sooner had the guide allowed everyone to head off, this gave Amy and Karina a chance to head to a quieter part of the quarry and talk.

“So why meet here and and no other parts of Cape Town?”

Karina asked.

“Learn some history and talk about the match without any of the mean girls poking their fake noses into to our business.”

Karina smirked a little.

“Good idea.  So are you prepared for this match?”

Karina asked.

“I am prepared for anything and everything. How about you?”

Amy asked.

“Da, I am ready for anything as well, except for betrayal.”

Karina looks at Amy.

“Don’t start that shit again.  I am not going to abandon you mid match… I hate Delia too much for you to get the accolade of beating her and Veronica or for them to even win the match.”

Amy said looking around, as Karina shook her head in agreement.

“So lets talk tatics… “

Karina suggested.

“Shhh… not here. Wait until we are on the move again.”

Amy said looking around.

“Right ladies and gentlemen, we are moving on.”

And with what Amy and the guide said, the scene soon fades with Amy and Karina heading back to the main tourist party, as they continued the tour around Robben Island and talk tatics in between the guide talking about certain parts of the former prison.


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Thursday 22nd May 2014

Delia have you ever heard of Narcissistic Personality Disorder or NPD for short?

No?

Well it’s a personality disorder in which a person is excessively preoccupied with personal adequacy, power, prestige and vanity and is mentally unable to see the destructive damage they are causing to themselves and to others in the process.

And holy shit… you have it Delia.

You can deny it all you like but I have some of the symptons here, just in case you doubt me.

One; Expects to be recognized as superior and special, without superior accomplishments.

Two; Expects constant attention, admiration and positive reinforcement from others

Three; Believes others envy him/her

Four; Is preoccupied with thoughts and fantasies of great success, enormous attractiveness,
power, intelligence

Five; lacks the ability to empathize with the feelings or desires of others

Six; Is arrogant in attitudes and behavior

And

Seven; Has expectations of special treatment that are unrealistic.

There is treatment for this, but sadly for you its having your ass kicked and your facial features being disfigured. Then the ultimate cure is your fake skinny ass being gone from Sin City permanently.

And then whole of Sin City Wrestling rejoices.

But lets be serious here for a moment…because although this should be a easy match on paper for Karina and I, I believe it’s going to be filled with lots of obstacles like Angelica, Holly and Tessa interfering in the match and you somehow managing to cheat.

Because lets face it, you cheated pretty much through all your Blast from the past tournament matches and I have a pretty good feeling you are going to do it again.  And if you do get that win by cheating, I won’t be providing any excuses but instead I will be proving facts and evidence.  But if you do win cleanly… then I won’t give any excuses, just excepting the fact that you wrestled “better”.

I also hope that this war ends Sunday night, in fact I am going to make sure it ends Sunday night, there is nothing more annoying than a feud that drags on and on and boring the crap out of us ala Odette vs. Misty.

So good luck Sunday Delia because you are going to need it once Karina and I have finished with you and your botoxed injected dumb friends.  I also hope that once Karina and I beat your bony ass, that you are too embarrassed to show your face in SCW.

 Blaze of Glory III
30th March 2014
Pyramid Gymnasium
Long Beach, California

Going into my match as Blaze of Glory, I was unsure of what the stipulation would be and how I would fair against Karina Koji, as she had the most experience going into the Roulette rules grudge match, but that wasn’t going to put me on a downer, I would do anything to be back on the championship ladder.

~ Dumpster Match.

I know the wheel can throw out any match it wants, but a dumpster match was a new one for me and I had to quickly ask a stagehand before I headed to the ring what the match entails.

“First wrestler to put their opponent into the dumpster and close the lid is the winner.”

The simplicity of the description of the match didn’t faze me, but what made me a little uneasy was how this match would turn out and what injuries would be inflicted on Karina and myself.

As I headed down the ramp and towards the ring, I notice the dumpster and give it a quick kick, showing that I wasn’t intimidated before getting inside the and do my usual spiel and show that I’m not scared and that I was ready to take Karina down first before even considering bringing the dumpster into play.


{{Highlight Package}}


…Amy smiles and reaches out and shakes hands with Karina. The crowd cheers at this show of sportsmanship from both ladies until Amy buries her foot in Karina’s stomach. She shrugs her shoulders as she rears her arm back for a serious punch to Karina’s gut…

…Karina picks Amy up from the mat and slams her head against the nearby dumpster. Amy groans before turning it around and slamming Karina’s head into it. She backs up a few feet and then charges forward at Karina. As Marshall gets closer, Karina surprises her with a Back Body Drop, sending Amy flying over and into the dumpster…

…Amy grabs onto Karina’s top and drags her over the top rope and into the dumpster with her.  Amy hits Karina with a stiff right that sends her reeling to the edge. Karina grips onto the side carefully as Amy grabs onto the back of her head. She tries to ram it into the side of the dumpster, but Karina stops the collision with her hands…

…Karina is ready to go in for the kill once more, but Amy weakly grabs onto her arm, stopping her from exiting the dumpster. Karina turns around, ready to attack when Amy stops playing possum and cracks a half full bottle of whiskey over Karina’s head, causing her to holler out in pain, gripping at her bleeding forehead and eyes….

…Amy looks around at the booing audience as she starts to back up the entryway. About half way up, she dashes forward as fast as she can, leaping up with a Flying Senton into the lid…

Fans: FUCKING AWESOME! FUCKING AWESOME! FUCKING AWESOME!

…Amy collapses to the apron, but Karina doesn’t allow this. She picks her up and charges forward with a Bulldog… right onto the ring steps…

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

…Karina falls to one knee and tries to shove Amy’s arm though, but Amy grabs onto her hand, yanking her as hard as she can into the dumpster! She shoves the lid open again as Karina looks frustrated. Amy falls over the edge of the dumpster and onto the apron, rolling inside of the ring. Karina follows her in, with just a little bit more energy than Amy….

…Amy stands up on the top rope and flies off with a precise Head scissor Takedown to Karina, sending her right into the dumpster once more. She holds onto the side of the dumpster, falling over to the concrete outside. She uses every last bit of energy to slam the lid shut. Drew checks that it is completely closed and then he calls for the bell…

Justin Decent: Your winner and Number One Contender to the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship… !!!


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Minutes after becoming the number one contender to the Bombshell Roulette title, I entered the backstage area not caring about the aches, pains and the blood coming from my head, where a small round of applause greeted me, however, choosing to ignore them, I went to find the medics to clean me up and stitch me up.

Asking a couple of people, I was eventually pointed in the right direction, however, not before picking up a backstage journalist.

“Hello Scotty boy.”

Scott smiled as he followed Amy a few steps back.

“Can I get a few words regarding your match as you head to the medics?”

Asked Scott.

“Sure.”

“First question… you feelings about this match.”

Scott asked.

“Painful but fun.  I wasn’t sure what to expect in this match, but I think I adapted well and came out on top.”

Amy said rubbing her bloody head, as she peered down the hall way as she continued her search for the medic’s room.

“Do you have anything to say to Karina about the match?”

Scot asked as he continued to follow Amy

“My dear Karina, I must congratulate you for being able to walk into this match not drunk and actually show some skill, determination and fighting spirit. I actually enjoyed this match, although we both come away with some bruised and bloody…but I have to say that if you laid off the spirits you are actually a decent wrestler and I respect you for that.

But I have to say that tonight was my night and I was just a little bit better than you.”

And with that, I finally find the makeshift medical room and enter the room and place my battered and bruised body on a seat, as Scott follows me in.

“We are done Scotty, unless you want to watch the overly exciting clean up operation?”

I looked at Scott who nodded in agreement

“Congrats Ames.”

Scott said before turning and leaving me alone with a EMT, who grabbed gauze and other things to tidy and possible stitch or glue my head.   The scene soon fades on me taking some painkillers for the pain as the adrenaline soon wears away.


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13th March 2014
Climax Control 079
Club Theatro
Marrakech, Morocco

The plan was going well, Angelica, Holly and Tessa had all ‘mysteriously’ disappeared and Veronica had a well-placed family emergency call, all under Delia’s fake little nose, who as usual was pretty clueless.  And so it was set… lackeys all absent and a well-placed make-up bag pre Climax Control, time to go to work.

Heading down the corridor after a short visit to see Erik, I saw Delia wondering around looking confused, as she asked a stagehand if they had seen any of her friends and he just shook his head in a no motion, which left Delia looking further confused and concerned.

This gave me an opening, and I quickly upped my pace until I was virtually running and reached out and grabbed Delia by the hair and pulling her towards me, as she squealed in shock.  Slapping Delia across the face, I then dragged Delia towards the ring and from there and the next 5 minutes I embarrassed and hurt Delia.

And moments later I quickly drive my fist cover brass knucks into Delia’s stomach before moving up and driving my fist into Delia’s face knocking her out. I then spit onto Delia’s prone unconscious body and stand back to look at my handiwork, however, its only for a brief moment as security and EMT’s come rushing from the back, forcing me to jump the barricade and into the crowd where I make a quick exit to the backstage area.

Once backstage, I quickly head to the locker room to get a few bits including my hotel key without being seen by security or management, as I grab them, I prepare to leave but Scott Oliver appears and startles me a little.

“Hey Amy…”

Scott said a little loudly.

“Shhh… I’m trying to hide from security.  What do you want?”

I said in a whisper.

“What you did out there to Delia?”

Scott said in a whisper.

“What I did, she had coming.  I’m not sorry for doing it and I would do it again and I would break some bones next time.”

I look out of the door briefly.

“Is that all you want?”

Scott nods.

“Great.”

I sneak out of the locker room and head down the corridor, where I hide around in the darkness a couple of times as EMT’s and Security coming rushing by with Delia, as I give a small chuckle before continuing on my journey out of the arena and prepare to head back to my hotel.


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17th April 2014
Giza, Egypt
Great Pyramid of Khufu.



The scene opens up in front of the Pyramid of Khufu, where we see Amy sitting at the base of the pyramid enjoying the sun, as the few tourists that have braved coming to Egypt, take photos of the pyramids and Sphinx and the surrounding views.

For Amy it was a good opportunity to cut a promo before continuing her visit around the pyramids and sphinx before moving onto Cairo to check out some of the small markets.

Shifting uncomfortably on the stone, Amy picked up her camera and placed it on a stone beside her and pressed play.


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To be honest I am not sure where to begin or even where to start. Do I address the Vixen situation first or talking about the main or do I address the eleven women who are opening the show?

Hell even addressing the eleven women in the battle royal is a challenge in itself. Do I address every single person separately and bore the shit of my views or do I just address those who are genuine threats and ignore those who have been in the company five minutes.  However, even that has drawbacks as they might shock everyone and stun me.

Even thinking about it now is just giving me a headache.

I think I’ll start with the Vixen situation since that doesn’t hurt my head.

To be honest I don’t know the whole situation, my information is merely from what the card says, rumours and tit bits from the Sin City Wrestling twitter account and according to said twitter account… Vixen is apparently ready to give up the Roulette title, which I find a little upsetting since I would have preferred to face her than some random.

But hey it just goes to show that little miss Vixen can’t handle the pressure of being a dual champion and instead of holding it until she loses she would rather drop it and take the accolade of being the first and only person to hold bombshell and roulette title.

Sad really.

And now onto the headache part of this promo and where to start.

So lets look at the card first.

<Center>ELEVEN BOMBSHELL BATTLE ROYAL
Winner advances to the Main Event
VERONICA TAYLOR vs MERCEDES VARGAS vs EMMA ROSE vs TRACI PATTERSON vs KARINA KOJI vs BECKY "RAGDOLL" JONES vs JESSIE SALCO vs LIZZIE "THE PRODIGY" SHORT vs ELECTRA STYLES vs NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE vs CYNTHIA WARREN


There are three girls there that my heart says to ignore… Veronica Taylor, Electra Styles and Cynthia Warren.  However, you guys could easily upset those who have been in this company far long and make a surprise appearance in the main event.

I could take you guys lightly but that would be pretty stupid of me to do that, instead I am going to treat you all as threat and with the respect that you deserve.  No matter who your friends are or of your background, however, Veronica if you bring your airhead friends along, I will be forced to do what I did to Delia to you, but with permanent marker.  I wish the three of you luck, because I wouldn’t want to be in a match like this with five previous Roulette champions in the mix.

Everyone still listening? Not bored yet?

Good.

So to Lizzie Short… you are in between the; who are these girls and the girls who have held tag team gold.   And to be honest Lizzie, you are quite forgettable.  Aside from the fact that you are friends with Jessie, Steven Ramone, Cyrus King and Matthew Kennedy… there is noting special about you and its quite sad.

You don’t even have a win to you name.  I kind of feel sorry for you now… because frankly you have absolutely no hope in this battle royal.

I am truly sorry Lizzie because no matter how many times I watch your matches or your promo’s… I just can’t say anything about you… no matter how good or bad you are.

Sorry.

Now to Traci Patterson and Emma Rose, both of you have held gold in the past, but it has been only tag team title gold with Joanne and Mercedes as your partners.  But I see only one of you as a very underrated talented wrestler and the other not so much. That underrated wrestler is Emma Rose – Sorry Traci.  You see Traci; you are nothing more than a tag team wrestler and a weak one at that.  Laura Jackson may have trained you; but it won’t help you in the pursuit of singles championship gold.   I am truly sorry Traci, but you are going to have a hard time even making a name for yourself in the battle royal.

However, Emma Rose… I still stand by my comments that you are a underrated talented wrestler and I would love to see you make a name for yourself other than being Ben Jordan’s girlfriend.  I can see you reaching to the top of the pile in the battle royal by eliminating one of the former champions and getting into the main event, where you should have been a long time ago.

HOWEVER!

While I think you are talented and underrated, IF you do get into the main event, I am not going to be so nice and kind like I am being now.  While you do deserve a title, it won’t be for the one that sits in limbo.  If you watched my match against Karina Koji at Blaze of Glory, I literally put my body on the line to become number one contender and I am not about to squander that chance against you.

Mercedes Vargas, Karina Koji, Becky Jones, Jessie Salco and Necra Kane… do you know why I have left you guys last?  Excluding Emma Rose… you are the main genuine threats going into the main event and possibly beating me.

You are all former champions and I’m hoping that you put maximum effort in this match, so much so that you are warn out and a little bit bruised, and this gives me a chance in the main event.  That’s what I pretty much desire but I can’t see that happening.

So…

Karina Koji… I know that I can beat you because I did it just a mere few weeks back.  You had your chance at Blaze of Glory and you blew it.  I proved that I was hungrier and better than you and if by some miracle that you get to the main event… then I’m ready for you. I still remember how you move, work and smell.  Your intimidation doesn’t bother me so much now.

Mercedes Vargas… I know that I can beat you… well I’ve done it only a few times.  But I know that I can beat you and lets just hope the roulette wheel plays nice.  Although I wouldn’t mind have a dumpster match again… that was pretty fun.  Anyway Mercedes… while there are five former roulette champions in this match… I can’t see you escaping the battle royal unscathed… but if you do win then I’m ready and I will exploit the fact that you had to work hard to get into the main event.

Necra Kane… This may be your home turf but lets be honest that a pretty flimsy reason to even think that you might have a chance in this match. Whether this is your home country or we are back home… I have always stated that I have never been intimidated by you and that will continue the same way if we meet in the main event.  Frankly with all these threats about making me bow down etc… is beginning to get a little stale and boring…  And just to let you know I am prepared for whatever you and the wheel brings.  And if you do get in the main event… I won’t allow you to take the Roulette title home for the 3rd or 4th times.

Jessie Salco…Like Mercedes, Necra and Emma… and like I’ve already said a few times… you are threat to me in the main event.  I also noticed that it has been over a year since you held a title, so I know that you may be desperate to get a hold of some gold. So you will no doubt push hard to get to the main event.  Also just to point out I only complain to because I refuse to lose what is rightfully mine… no doubt you would do the same thing if you were in my position.

Becky Jones… Welcome back in SCW… So the last we saw you was almost a year ago and you have obviously been not doing much on your little break and obviously didn’t do much last week in your return match.  Clearly there is so much ring rust, that you can sink a ship. While you are a former champion in this match… I can’t consider you a big threat and while a you may fight hard you will be eliminated shortly after Electra, Cynthia and Veronica. I wouldn’t hold your breath getting into the main event.

So whoever ends up in the main event with me… good luck because you are definitely going to need it.

Amy hits the stop button, before getting to her feet and placing the camera into her small sex pistols rucksack and moves on to visit the second pyramid and sphinx and listen to any guides that were giving tours to tourists.

 Climax Control
16th March 2014
Northridge, California
Matadome

...A hurt Koji slides over to the corner but as she reaches for the tag, Amy Marshall hops off of the apron leaving her partner stranded in the ring.

Crowd: BOO!

Karina looks at Amy in shock. Seizing her opportunity, Vixen grabs Karina from behind and sets her up for the Foxy Drop.
   
As the Vixen goes for her finisher Karina reverse and rolls her up, St. John drops for the count.
   
One!
Two!
Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Karina’s celebration is short lived as Amy runs in to the ring and attacks the Party Horde leader.

Crowd: BOO!

The two women go after each other as Jasmine steps in between the two, restraining Marshall from any further aggression. Aleksei gets in the ring and pulls Karina back and the two-step out of the ring.

After the Koji’s leave St. John escorts Amy Marshall out of the ring, leaving the Bombshell Champion alone with the current Bombshell Roulette Champion.


Being escorted from the ring and to the backstage was not only annoying it was a little embarrassing as I felt like a little child being dragged away from their favourite toy or something that catches their attention.

But what was even more frustration was the grip from the female referee – Jasmine St. John, which was tough and a also a little scary and no matter how many times I tried to shake her free, she refused to let go until we got backstage.

“GET THE HELL OFF ME”

I screamed at Jasmine, as she let go.

“What the hell if your problem?”

Glaring at Jasmine as I rubbed my arm, as two security guards wondered over.

“Guys its ok.  She is just a little angry that she couldn’t beat on Karina Koji.  Now if you excuse me.”

Jasmine walks away, leaving me a little speechless and alone with the security guards.

“Oh stand down. Nothing is going happen.”

The security guards shrug and walk off leaving me alone, as I grab a water and catch the final moments of something happening between Necra and Vixen before the screen goes blank to indicate the end of the show.

Turning to head back to the changing rooms, I knew that finding Karina would be impossible – although I had a pretty good guess that she would be in some bar already with her drunken bum brother.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I notice Pussy Willow loitering.

“Waiting for me?”

I ask.

“Umm actually no.  I was waiting for either Necra or Vixen.”

Pussy said looking around, seeing if Necra or Vixen had returned yet.

“I can’t believe I’m going to actually ask this, but can I borrow you to record a message to Karina?”

I asked.

“Sure.”

Pussy said with a smile.

“Thanks. Are you ready?”

I asked Pussy.

“I am.”

“Great”

I said taking a deep breath before I continue.

“Since Climax Control is now off air, you are probably watching this as an exclusive on the Sin City website or in my next promo. Though knowing you, you are probably already in a bar getting drunk beside your has been brother, bragging about beating the Roulette and Bombshell champions and won’t even realise I have said something to you.

Anyway you see I don’t mind you bragging, but what I do mind is when you make comments about feeding me to the wolves, I wasn’t prepared to sit back and wait for it to happen… I made it happen.

Were you surprised? Or were you too drunk to even realise?

Next time you want to screw someone over or even discus it with someone. Make sure there isn’t a camera about.

Idiot!”

With that I walk off and head back to the locker rooms, leaving Pussy alone to see if she can get anything from Necra or Vixen.


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February 8th March 2014
Osaka, Japan.

9 hours after leaving Osaka station to take a private trip around Osaka, Amy and Joshua were back at the same train station and this time with all their bags as they waited for the next train to Tokyo. Although they could have taken a flight to Tokyo, Amy wanted to experience the bullet train, which went straight there in about two and half hours – unlike a flight, where you had to wait around.

At exactly 7:00pm the train rolled in Osaka station, however, before being able to get onto the train, they had to wait for the locals and tourists to get off the train and wait for the rail staff to make their changes. And after a 15-minute wait, Joshua and Amy climbed aboard and found their booked seats.

With Joshua stowing away their bags, Amy pulled out her ipod from her pocket, inserting the ear buds into her ears and pressed play and closing her eyes, while Joshua say down and pulled out his laptop and fished around for a DVD to watch, as he avoided trying to sleep.

Another 20-minutes passed and the train began its two and hour journey to Tokyo.

Briefly opening her eyes, Amy gave Osaka a quick farewell before closing her eyes once more.


Two and half hours later.


Tokyo, Japan

{In Japanese} "Now arriving at Tokyo station."

Slowing opening her eyes, Amy looked around as she tried to get her bearing and after a few moments of looking around at signs and stretching, she quickly figured out that they are in Tokyo.  Although from looking out of the window there wasn’t any bright lights other than the lights of the station and usual advertising boards.

“Hello sleepy head.”

Joshua says as she gives Amy a warm smile, as he grabs his first bag from the baggage compartment, as Amy stands to her feet before placing her ipod into her pocket before grabbing her own bags, as those around them simply filed out of the train, a few giving Joshua and Amy funny looks.

{In Japanese} “What? Haven’t you seen a couple of tourists before?”

Amy said snapping at them, as Joshua he shook his head and just continued to grab bags.

With all there bags collected, Amy and Joshua were virtually the final people off the train as they then followed everyone towards the station exit, unaware what would greet them on the other side of the door.


Moments later as they stepped out of the train station, Amy was greeted by this.



And although it wasn’t the ultimate bright lights of Tokyo, it was still amazing to witness and with their hotel in downtown Tokyo, Amy and Joshua grabbed a taxi.

{In Japanese} “The Shinjuku Prince Hotel please.”

The driver nodded and began to drive towards the hotel that Amy had booked.

“I have some bad news.”

Joshua said as he looked at Amy, his face etched with worry.

“I knew there was something wrong, I just didn’t want to ask.  What’s up?”

I asked.

“I have to leave in a few days… business to attend to back home. Sorry.”

Joshua explained.

“That’s ok… I’m sure I can find things to do here on my own. After all I am a big girl.”

I said with a smile.

“Against I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Don’t have to keep apologising, just have to move a few things forward like the Karaoke session.”

I suggested and the look on Joshua’s face was priceless.

“What?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m hopeless at singing and we can do duets if you want.  But it won’t be happening tonight.  Tonight we find something to eat and then relax in the hotel.”

I said, as I could see the relief on Joshua’s face who obviously wasn’t thrilled with the idea.

“Great. Won’t be the only one who can’t sing.”

Joshua said with a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m sure they’ve had worse singers.”

Amy smiled at Joshua giving him reassurance that all would be ok.

“Uh… yeah.”

For the rest of the cab journey, Amy and Joshua enjoyed the many bright lights and scenery as they headed towards the hotel.  Tonight would be a relaxing night after all that walking around Osaka…but wit Joshua having to leave earlier than expected, plans changed and certain things like going to a karaoke bar would be brought forward.


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Tuesday 18th March 2014
Las Vegas, NV
Sin City Wrestling HQ.

The scene opens inside the office of Sin City Wrestling HQ in Las Vegas, where see a large collection of posters advertising past events, pictures of past and present wrestlers including replica championships.  As the camera pans around we see the reception area empty with only the receptionist at her desk, although looking a little flustered as she frantically dials her phone.

“Mr. Ward when you get this message, please can you ring the Office ASAP.  Thanks”

Slamming the phone down, she begins to dial another number until the door opens to reveal SCW co-owner Christian Underwood and the female receptionist stands to her feet and quickly rushes over to him.

“There is a unscheduled visitor here, they were looking for Mr Ward, but I told them he wasn’t around today but…”

Christian cuts her off.

“But you told them that I was available… thank you. Are they in my office?”

“Yes sir.”

Christian glares at the receptionist who scuttles off back behind her desk and resumes what she was doing prior to the visitor barging in and disrupting things. Christian then turns and heads towards his office unsure of what or who to expect.

Twisting the knob, Christian pushes the door open hard and goes to say something but then sees Amy Marshall sitting in his chair with her feet on his desk reading something that can’t be made out.

“Oh”

Christian looked Amy in surprise as she very rarely visits the offices.

“Nice to see you as well Christian.”

Amy flings the bit of paper onto the desk.

“I was expecting someone else to be honest. Not you.  And can you remove your feet and yourself from my chair. And tell me why you are here.”

Christian asks. As Amy removes her feet off the desk before standing and moving around and sitting on the chair opposite, as Christian moves round to his seat and sits down and rearranges the paper on his desk.

“I am here about Karina Koji. And more specifically about her drinking.”

Amy began…

“What about it?”

Christian asked.   

“Well I just want clarity regarding drinking while wrestling. I’m pretty sure it’s the same as wrestling while under the influence of drugs and that’s immediate suspension.”

Amy asked. As Christian chuckled a little bit.

“And I’m pretty sure you don’t want little old me being injured by a drunk and sue the company.”

Amy threatened. As Christian shook his head.

“It isn’t going to work Ms Marshall… there is a vast difference between Alcohol and drugs and while Karina drinks in her promo’s and maybe has a quick liquid courage just before her match doesn’t make her dangerous or reckless inside the ring.”

Christian fired back.

“I don’t want to face her inside the ring, when she has had a few too many drinks the night before… I want her gone.”

Amy said arguing back.

"Are you sure you're more concerned of getting rid of a proposed drunk, or just a roadblock in your way of a title shot?"

Christian said leaning forward and staring at Amy.

“Everyone is a roadblock. And thanks for your fucking help.”

Amy stands to her feet and goes to storm out of the office.

“Your welcome.”

Amy just glares at Christian before storming out of the office slamming the door behind her, as Christian begins to tidy up his desk, while Amy continues to storm out of the HQ offices and jumps into her car and heads back to her apartment on the other side of Vegas.


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With the Roulette Title and Bombshell title being contested together, I was beginning to wonder what my part in this Supercard would be and now I know.  A roulette rules grudge match against Karina Koji and to spice it up even further management make it a number one contender shot.

The sad thing about this situation is that I should have had my rematch against Mercedes, won the title and I would be then in the exact same position as Necra.  But nope I’ve had to sound like a broken fucking record every damn week and this is what I get - a grudge match against a fucking drunken washed up has been.

Its funny… I called your brother a washed up has-been and you are just the same… so many comebacks with so many failed attempts at winning something.  Where do you go? What do you do?
Infact there are more questions than answers, questions like when was the last time you had a title shot and when was the last you were a legitimate threat to any title?  I did my research and I know when you last held a little and as you happily stated it was right around the time when Kittie was on the roster.

To be honest… I don’t who Kittie is and frankly I don’t care who she is… you are clearly living in the past where you could actually beat people and it was the peak of your career.

Now you have nothing and as I said… WASHED… UP…. HAS BEEN…

And come game time… I will show why you should head back home to Romania like the good little gypsy girl and prove that I am the genuine and legit number one contender to the Roulette title.