Last Sunday at Climax Control.
Brandi Shotze and Emma Rose stand backstage, a look of concern on both their faces, as the noise from the crowd, watching Simon Jones take on Giani Di Luca, can be heard, cheering for both men. Brandi's eyes glance upon a monitor, watching the heavyweight title match happening in the ring.
Emma: I'm worried about her.
Brandi turns her attention away from the monitor she was peering at, keeping an eye on her Blast From The Past II tournament partner, Simon Jones. Brandi looks at Emma.
Brandi: Say what?
Emma: Odette.
Brandi tilts her head.
Brandi: Something off about Odette tonight.
Emma lowers her eyebrows, with a frown on her face.
Emma: What do you mean?
Brandi: Well, I known my Aussie bitch for a long time, even through shit she's had before, she was always on the phone to me, always couldn't wait to share her issues, but now, she seems different.
Brandi shrugs with one shoulder, looking at Emma.
Brandi: Whatever D-bag Gabriel is up to, it's messing with her mind big time.
Emma: They used to be the perfect couple of SCW, but now.
Brandi puts her hand on Emma's shoulders.
Brandi: No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
Brandi puts her finger on her chin.
Brandi: Unless you live in a trailer and that son of a bitch is rocking, cause then everyone knows what's going on behind those closed doors.
Emma half smiles at Brandi, the southerners bluntness winning through.
Emma: Maybe we should go after her.
Brandi shakes her head slowly, looking at Emma with one side of her lip curled downwards.
Emma: What?
Brandi: If she wanted us two clucking around her like a pair of hens, she wouldn't have run off like a bear with it's ass on fire. If she wanted us with her, she'd be here. Give her time, she'll come round or something.
Brandi turns her attention back towards the screen.
Emma: Are you sure?
Brandi sighs, as she turns back to the young Kiwi bombshell.
Brandi: As sure as I can be. Surer than sure, completely sure. I know her, I'm sure.
Brandi turns back to the screen once more, looking as Giani sets Simon up for the pumphandle slam. Brandi slowly shakes her head as Giani lifts Simon up, but Simon nails Giani with an out of nowhere cutter!
Brandi: Holy shit!
She watches Simon cover Giani and the referee count to three. Brandi's mouth opens wide.
Brandi: I said it before and I'll say it again, holy shit!
She watches Simon being handed the belt before turning back to a smiling Emma Rose.
Emma: Looks like it's your turn to team with the champ.
Brandi nods opened mouth, before reaching to her pocket, pulling out a flask and unscrewing the cap, taking a quick hit of whatever may be inside. She offers it to Emma, but Emma refuses.
Brandi: Yeah, you don't look old enough to drink anyway.
Emma smiles at Brandi.
Emma: I have to go meet Ben, catch up later?
Brandi: Sure. Have a good one, give him one for me.
Emma smiles and shakes her head as she turns to walk away from Brandi. The camera zooms in to Brandi's face.
Brandi: I get to team with the champion, talk about pressure. That's gotta make us the favorites to win this entire son of a bitch now. Christian better get a new contract on the table soon, because it looks like I might be sticking around a little longer than I thought.
Brandi looks up, spying Simon as he walks through the curtain to a round of applause from SCW wrestlers and ring crew. Brandi hangs back, looking across at Simon. Simon turns towards Brandi, but Brandi just gives the new champion a thumbs up. Simon nods in response.
Brandi: This shit just got a while lot more interesting.
The scene fades out and in to current time.
*******
Today, March 6th 2014.
Austin Parker's ranch is our destination, the home of the man who trained Brandi's other half, Bo Dreamwolf. Brandi and Bo are seen walking through the front gate of the house. Brandi looks at the camera.
Brandi: You guys remember this injun, right?
Bo looks at Brandi.
Bo: Native American.
Brandi tilts her head towards Bo.
Brandi: You say potato, I say vodka.
Bo rolls his eyes at Brandi, but Austin Parker approaches the duo.
Austin: Bo, Brandi, glad y'all made it.
Bo: Thank you for inviting us Mr Parker.
Austin tilts his cowboy hat upwards with his thumb, looking at Bo.
Austin: After all these years, you still call me Mr Parker.
Bo just smiles at Austin and the trio start to walk towards the house in the distance.
Austin: Ah hear you have a match against Geno Jr, Brandi.
Brandi waves her hand in a so so movement.
Brandi: Well, he's gonna be in the ring at least, but I'm facing a chick who gets paid to have sex, with people watching, and filming. It's like prostitution on DVD.
Bo puts his hand on his head, slight embarrassment on his tanned face.
Bo: You shouldn't talk about people like that.
Brandi: Hey! I'm just telling the truth here. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, what is it?
Austin: A duck.
Brandi: Three points to you Lone Ranger.
Brandi looks up at Bo.
Brandi: You're losing this one Tonto.
Bo sigh at Brandi.
Brandi: Second question. If it gets paid for sex like a prostitute, moans like a prostitute, fucks like a prostitute, what is it?
Brandi points at Bo. Bo shakes his head and sighs.
Bo: A prostitute.
Brandi: And Tonto is back in it.
Austin covers his mouth, hiding a laugh.
Brandi: Only thing that makes it legal, is the balding guy in the sweat pants pitching a tent and holding a camera. Other then that, not much difference.
Brandi turns to Austin.
Brandi: So yeah, he's in the ring but I get to pull her head off..... you know, pretty much the same as her, cause she pulls a lot of heads off if you know what I mean.
Brandi nods seriously.
Austin: Y'all might not be allowed to touch Geno Jr, but if he gets a chance, he may grab you, if y'all know what I mean.
Brandi: I wouldn't feel it, he has tiny deformed looking hands, he'd get a handful from an A cup, anything bigger and he wouldn't know what to do with them.
Bo: Brandi!
Brandi smiles at Bo as sweetly as she could muster.
Brandi: What? It's true. His hands probably make his teenie weenie, that he is clearly over compensating for, look like it's enough to fill Godzilla's sock.
Bo looks at Austin
Bo: I'm sorry Mr Parker.
Austin: For what? This gal's a hoot.
They walk past Austin's barn. Grunting noises are heard behind it's damaged, wooden walls. Brandi stops and taps Austin on the shoulder, causing him to stop walking. Amy points a thumb at the building.
Brandi: Have you got Amy Marshall bent over and making another movie in there? Farm Girls five or something.
Austin shakes his head.
Austin: Like ma wife would allow that.
Brandi: Shame, could make some money.
Austin: I have a new wrestler I'm training. The ring is set up in there, but right now, Ah got him pulling around bales of hay.
Brandi: What the fuck?
Bo looks at Brandi, his hand on her shoulder.
Bo: Mr Parker doesn't just teach how to fall, and moves. He teaches mental and physical strength, and how to act backstage.
Austin: Correct Bo. Ah teach all aspects and this kid needed some physical work.
Bo: How long has he been here?
Austin: A few months, but it's been mostly working on his look and body. I teach him how to wrestle from time to time, just to get my ass back in to ring shape, for Mark's retirement match. Glad it was moved back a bit.
Brandi: So basically, you beat the snot out of the grunting guy, to get back in to ring shape, and you still charge him to kick his ass?
Austin: That's how it roughly works.
Brandi: Man, I need to open up a wrestling school, kick peoples asses and have them thank me afterwards. Any ass I kick in SCW, they don't thank me for. Can I see who it is?
Austin: Ah don't want him distracted. He'll be around later.
Brandi: Awwww, I wanted to kick his ass for the sake of it.
Austin: Maybe another time.
Austin points to his house, now not too far away, and leads the way, walking in front of Brandi and Bo but Brandi points to a nearby haystack, before whispering to Bo.
Brandi: Wanna play find the totem pole in the haystack with me?
Bo leans down to whisper in Brandi's ear.
Bo: We're guests of Mr Parker, we shouldn't be thinking like that.
Brandi whispers back to Bo.
Brandi: Why? He's probably done it in there lots of times. The way he's walking, he might have done it there this morning and still have hay stuck in a place he really don't want it to be stuck.
Austin opens the door.
Austin: Make yourselves at home.
Brandi moves in to Bo, whispering again to him.
Brandi: Does that mean I can strip to my undies and walk around drinking beer and burping.
Bo moves towards Brandi's ear and whispers back to her.
Bo: I don't think that's exactly what he meant.
Brandi: Shame, I was in the mood to do just that.
Austin leads the way inside the house as the camera fades out.
*******
Later that night. A campfire burns bright just off of the house owned by Austin Parker. Austin and his wife Angel sit one side, Brandi and Bo the other.
Bo: Thank you again for having us here Mr Parker.
Austin: For the fifteenth time Bo, you're welcome.
Austin stands up, his wife joining him.
Austin: It's getting late, so time to hit the hay, I'll see you both in the morning before you leave for the SCW show.
Brandi: Sure.
Austin and Angel enter the house. Brandi sits looking at the fire.
Bo: Something on your mind?
Brandi: Not really.
Bo puts his hand on Brandi's.
Bo: I know when something is troubling you.
Brandi: Your injun dances with wolves power kicking in?
Bo: No, the look on your face.
Brandi sighs.
Brandi: Ok humping bull, here's what's going on. When my chunky white ass was asked to be in this tournament thing for SCW, I thought "hey, few weeks work, kick some skanky bitches in the teeth and get my ass back down south".
Bo: But?
Brandi: But I'm liking it again. I got backstage and it was like family, and ah shoot, I missed SCW. I didn't come in to this whole tournament, thinking I was gonna win it, let's be honest, everyone thought Giani and Emma was gonna walk it. Even y'all musta thought that.
Bo: I thought that they were the stand out team.
Brandi nods in agreement.
Brandi: Yup! But now they're out, there's six teams left, Ben Jordan and Song and Odette and Steve Ramone are already in the final four, and now, I wanna be in the final four, then the final two, then the last team standing.
Bo squeezes Brandi's hand in a reassuring manner, causing a smile from Brandi.
Bo: There are good teams left, but it's wide open.
Brandi: Bit like Amy Marshall's legs when she goes and works her other job.
Bo: If you want to put it that way.
Brandi: You can't be a wrestler slash porn star without people saying these things. They probably don't even get to her anymore, must have heard them all a million times.
Bo: There is nothing stopping you and Simon Jones from winning the whole competition. Mr Parker and I were talking earlier and we think you can.
Brandi: Thanks.
Bo stands up.
Bo: Ready to go inside?
Brandi: I'm gonna cut a promo thing first. The camera guy over there has been following us all damn day, might as well get it over with.
Bo nods.
Bo: I'll see you inside.
Brandi nods her head and Bo walks towards the door, moving inside. The camera moves to the side of Brandi. The fire can be seen next her. Brandi reaches in to her pocket and pulls out the familiar flask, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink, before pulling it away from her lips.
Brandi: This no random drinking shit around Austin and his family has been killing me.
Brandi screws the cap back on and places the flask in front of her.
Brandi: And then there was six, eh? Six teams still fighting out to be crowned Blast From The Past II champions. Bo's right, don't tell him I said that, but he's right, I can go on and win this with Simon Jones, SCW's heavyweight champion. Simon is on a roll, proud of ya Simon, but I need to put in a performance to match Simon. I need to draw a lil' power from working with the top dog in SCW, and I think my fat ass can do just that.
Brandi looks at the fire, dancing in front of her, orange flames crackling up and down.
Brandi: I need to put in a performance that makes people sit up and take notice, and well, Amy Marshall, you're just the unlucky bitch who happens to be in the ring with me when I have a huge point to prove. You'd know about huge points, wouldn't ya? Had enough of them whack ya in the face.
Brandi smiles.
Brandi: Yes, I mock her slutty lifestyle, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna hear some fat jokes and all the rest of the shit people throw at me, but like Amy taking porn jokes on the chin, as well as other things on her chin, the jokes don't bother me, so let's talk about Amy Marshall, the wrestler.
Brandi looks back at the camera.
Brandi: Amy Marshall the wrestler, is talented, Amy Marshall the wrestler, is a former champion, Amy Marshall the wrestler, is like one of those yappy little dogs that won't go away, with silly little attacks, Amy Marshall the wrestler is going to get her teeth kicked down her throat come Sunday. I have nothing against Amy Marshall as such, such Amy, not suck, get off your knees sweetie, nothing as such, but I do wanna sit there and win this whole damn thing now. I do wanna get to Blaze Of Glory III and be remembered for winning the tournament with Simon Jones.
A serious look crosses Brandi's face.
Brandi: I do wanna win it all, I do wanna have my hand raised at the end of the match. I do wanna be seen as a legit threat and not a part time wrestler that shows up to make the numbers up and if it means walking a hole right through you, then your literal punk ass, is in serious trouble. You're up for the absolute biggest fight of your life, you're up for a helluva ass kicking, because I wanna prove that I am as bad ass as I say I am. It wouldn't have mattered if it was you in the ring against me, or if it was someone else, all I know is that you are going to get the beating of your life. You are going to get absolutely destroyed Amy.
Brandi narrows her eyes, looking in to the camera.
Brandi: Not even the dramatic Geno Jr can help you. He'll probably get a kick out it in the corner there. Geno might have beat one legend in Jordan Williams, but this is as far as his tournament goes, so he can crawl back in the woodwork too. It's a shame, because I can see what's gonna happen. It's gonna be you Amy, you're gonna let him down, you're gonna be the weak link of the team, you're gonna be the liability and I will put my left tit on the fact that I am gonna make sure that it doesn't go unnoticed, when I kick your ass. I will show the world that you don't deserve to win this or anything else. Ah Amy, it just really, really sucks to be you on a normal day, but come Sunday, it's gonna suck harder then you've ever sucked before.
Brandi stands up, looking at the camera one more time.
Brandi: Only semi you're gonna see, is on the set of your next movie. Brandi and Simon in the semi finals.
Brandi nods.
Brandi: Yeeeeeeeeeeeah!
Brandi turns and walks inside as the camera fades to black.
