Sitting in the mobile home of Brandi Shotze, in Lynchburg, Tennessee. The camera starts inside the home, where Brandi sits on the sofa, a huge bowl of popcorn on her lap and a bottle of beer in her left hand. Brandi is wearing faded blue jeans, with rips and frays in the knees, and a tight black T-shirt. Her eyes focuses on a television screen in front of her, but she quickly snaps her head towards the camera.
Brandi: Yes, I know you're here, that's why I'm on good behavior and keeping my tits covered. Gotta love creative promo time, eh?
Brandi shakes her head an looks back to the screen, picking up the bottle of beer between her fingers and taking a gulp. Bo Dreamwolf opens the door of the mobile home and steps in the home. Brandi cocks her head back and looks in Bo's direction.
Brandi: Help! The Indians are attacking!
Brandi's mocking voice causes the native American Bo, curl his lower lip.
Bo: That's gonna get old one day.
Brandi: Not before you do. In fact that jokes still gonna be good when ya pissing ya pants and not noticing.
Bo looks at Brandi, sitting on the sofa, before approaching her and sitting down next to her.
Brandi: Hey! Hey!
Bo turns his head, his eyes peering at Brandi, slightly confused.
Bo: What?
Brandi: This right here, this sofa, this whole thing, this is the party zone right now. There's beer, popcorn, a game on. This is a party and if you're bringing nothing to this party, then you go sit in the corner.
Bo: I brought me.
Brandi: Usually tempting, but I can have you when I'm not partying too.
Bo: What makes you think that?
Brandi lifts her free hands, pointing to her chest.
Brandi: These.
Bo tilts his head, looking at Brandi, his eyes telling the story of a man trying to come up with a good argument, but sadly failing. Bo reaches over and takes the beer bottle out of Brandi's hand, but Brandi looks at Bo with an unimpressed look on his face.
Brandi: Boy, two things you don't do round here. One, change the radio station from country to death metal, and two, never ever take a beer out of a country girls hand, or she might just smack ya upside y'all native American, war dancing, feather wearing head!
Bo: Brandi.
Brandi: Congrats, you know my name. Your prize is presenting a beer to a country chick.
Brandi moves her hand towards the bottle that Bo has in his hand, but Bo pulls it away.
Brandi: Didn't you hear the speech about whacking you upside the head, because it's gonna become reality chief.
Bo: Brandi, you have a title match on Sunday.
Brandi looks at Bo with a serious look.
Brandi: I've had a damn title match for the last two fucking months, and for one reason or another, it's been put off to the point new people appear and get title shots before I got what I won. Let's be honest about it, I thought that I was gonna get that shot after winning Blast From The Past II and things were really gonna take off. Look where that lil' fantasy has got me sweetheart, it's got me nowhere fast. My ass is still where it was before winning the damn thing, doesn't make a difference anymore.
Bo puts his arm on Brandi's shoulder.
Brandi: Unless you're giving me that beer back, remove that arm, or I'ma bite it and not in a good kinky bite me harder way.
Bo slowly moves his arm away.
Brandi: Keep moving.
Bo puts his hand on Brandi's shoulder, trying a more subtle approach.
Bo: It's your first ever title match for the Bombshell title.
Brandi shrugs her shoulders.
Brandi: So?
Bo: Well don't you think you should do more training, maybe take this match a little more seriously.
Brandi: I was beer lifting till you took the beer away from Bo Diddley. I was getting my arm in shape but you stopped that.
Bo: I'm serious Brandi.
Brandi turns to Bo, looking in his eyes.
Brandi: You want serious? Ok, let's be serious, shall we? This title shot is absolutely meaningless to me. Couldn't give a fuck about it.
Bo looks shocked, his head moving backwards as he narrows his eyes towards Brandi.
Bo: How can you say that?
Brandi: Because a chick who did fuck all here before lucking in to a title match, because her booked opponent happened to get a title rematch before Chaos In Cape Town, won the title, putting people in an awkward position to make that match a title match, happened to win the belt. When that happened, the title became meaningless, it became pointless and good old fun loving Brandi, that somehow ends up relegated to opening skits with a drag queen.
Brandi pauses for a second.
Brandi: Still don't know how the fuck I can go from number one contender, to one liners to open the show.
Brandi shakes her head slowly.
Brandi: Not only that, but I then get relegated to a referee's shirt on the night I'm meant to be going for gold. You don't have to be a brain surgeon to see, that these people don't exactly take me seriously, to drop me from a title match, to stupid skits and stripes, so if they don't take me seriously, why should I take this farce of a match seriously, title or not.
Bo scratches his head, looking at Brandi.
Bo: But it is about the title Brandi. It's a chance to write your name in greatness and in the history of a federation that gave you a chance.
Brandi: Don't make them out to be some super heroes who saved my ass from nothing. Beating Electra isn't exactly high up there. Brandi Vs Vixen would have been one of the best damn matches at the supercard and we both know it. Hell, even Brandi Vs Roxi, there's a lot more fans wanting to see that, but no, Brandi Vs Electra, who gives a flying fuck? Not even I give a flying fuck. Electra is fighting an up hill battle now. People are not stupid, they know she's peaked too soon and took a title she shouldn't have this early, she's gotta win people over as a credible champion, right now, they couldn't give a fuck about her, which means they couldn't give a fuck, they don't give a damn, why should I?
Bo puts his hand on the side of his head, moving it from Brandi's shoulder, his eyes narrow and in thought. Brandi sees the opportunity to grab the beer from Bo's hand and smiles.
Brandi: Sucker!
Bo continues to think, barely missing the beer from his hand. Brandi takes a gulp, looking pleased with herself.
Bo: So you're saying this match has no credibility, so you don't want the title?
Brandi lifts her free hand, firing Bo a thumbs up.
Brandi: You catch on fast.
Brandi's dry tone does nothing to stop Bo from continuing.
Bo: You're looking at this the wrong way.
Brandi lifts her beer to her lips again, taking a gulp. She shakes her head at Bo while drinking and removes the bottle from her mouth.
Brandi: I'm looking at it with my eyes open. Why give Roxi the shot before the supercard knowing Roxi is a top Bombshell. Why not give it to me, then whatever the outcome, a supercard rematch? Now think about it Bo, if they wanted to see me actually win this thing, why not give me a match worth having against Vixen? Hell, why not give me a chance to take on both Roxi and Electra?
Bo: Probably because you earned a one on one shot.
Brandi: And it's took them over two freaking months to give it to me!
Bo: Does it matter?
Brandi: Do you need to see a doctor to get those big ears syringed? Cause it matters. I mean they've hardly built me up with match after match after match, have they?
Bo: Maybe because you're already a star.
Brandi's mouth opens wide, a look of complete shock and horror on her face.
Bo: What's wrong?
Brandi: You've just done something no one has ever done.
Bo: What?
Brandi: Blow smoke up my ass while I'm sitting on it and not bending over.
Brandi's face returns to normal, a wide smile across it but Bo looks back unimpressed.
Bo: Not funny.
Brandi: Yeah it is, the cameraman is trying not to piss his pants laughing.
Brandi points at the camera, slowly shaking up and down.
Brandi: Try and compose yourself there buddy, people will think their TV's are broke.
After a few seconds, the camera stops shaking and returns to normal.
Brandi: Knew he could do it. Anyway.
Brandi looks back at Bo.
Brandi: I know you have more to say chief but can ya get on with it, cause ya got that look on your face that says "hey, I got more to say" and you're making me miss the game.
Bo sighs deeply, looking at Brandi.
Bo: When you win a title, you shape the division, you don't have to change your game for the division, the division has to change their game for you. They have to figure out how to beat you. If you went for this title, took it seriously and won it, you would be in control and you can shape the division any way you wanted.
Brandi: Well I do like control in certain places.
Brandi smiles at Bo
Brandi: Well, you'd know that anyway.
Bo nods in agreement, a coy smile crossing his face.
Brandi: I dunno Bo, this thing seems pretty meaningless now. I should have had this shot a long time ago, and now I just can't seem to be bothered.
Bo: Well it couldn't hurt to train for it a little more.
Brandi ignores Bo's last remark and stands up.
Brandi: If you want this so much, why don't you put on a dress, some high heels, braid ya hair.
Brandi winks at Bo.
Brandi: Ok, your hairs already braided, but we could stuff a bra for you, and you can go win the Bombshell title.
Bo: Ummmm, I don't wrestle anymore.
Brandi: Neither do I, I just punch people in the face and someone pays me for it. Nothing more, nothing less. I beat people up.
Bo: And the next time you do that, you walk away with a title.
Brandi rolls her eyes and moves towards a fridge. She opens the fridge and pulls out a beer.
Brandi: Yeah, yeah, yeah, title, this, title that, all that shit.
Brandi closes the fridge door and walks back to the sofa, sitting down and looking at Bo.
Brandi: Thanks Bo, but I give more about this game.
Brandi points to the television.
Brandi: Then I do about being in a weaker title match when really, I should be facing someone like Vixen for the title and not Electra Styles. Nothing against Electra as such, but she doesn't deserve to be where she is considering I had to beat a lot of people in a tournament to earn a shot at it, and she walked in and just stepped on toes and got one.
Bo looks at the television screen and back to Brandi. He points his finger at the screen and looks at Brandi.
Bo: Who's playing?
Brandi shrugs her shoulders.
Brandi: How the hell should I know? It's a bunch of guys getting sweaty, it's softcore porn.
Bo rolls his eyes, standing up from the sofa.
Bo: I'll be back in a second.
Brandi: Get me a beer while you're up.
Bo looks down at Brandi, with the full bottle in her hand, just pulled out of the refrigerator.
Bo: You just got one.
Brandi: But I know how long your seconds take. By the time your skinny ass comes back, this bottle will be empty.
Bo shakes his head with a smile as he walks towards the mobile homes door. He opens it up before stepping outside, slowly reaching in to his pocket.
Bo: If she needs motivation, I will get her some motivation.
Bo pulls a phone of out his pocket, quickly tapping away at the keypad. He lifts it to his ear, waiting patiently for an answer. Eventually, he get's exactly what he's after and speaks.
Bo: Mr Parker, it's Bo. I have a problem....
The scene fades out as Bo talks on the phone to Austin.
*******
Outside Brandi's local bar, Cooters Old Country House. Bo and Brandi stand in the parking lot, Brandi looking at Bo curiously and she turns her head upwards. Bo looks away from Brandi, his eyes glued on to the buzzing neon sign above his head.
Brandi: Ok, what gives?
Bo drops his attention back down to Brandi, looking down at his smaller country girl.
Bo: I don't know what you mean, Brandi.
Brandi: Don't play dumb with me. We're standing outside my local honkey tonk, because you suggested it. Now I know you Bo Dreamwolf, I know you don't like bars, or really like me hanging out in them cause of the evils of alcohol, even though I know that peace pipe you and the boys pass around, has some weird funky herbs in it, yet you sit there and suggest we come here? I know something's up Bo.
Bo shakes his head, looking down at Brandi
Bo: Not true, I just felt like a change.
Brandi: Then shave ya head bald.
Bo puts up his hand in front of Brandi, waving his forefinger from side to side.
Bo: Not that much of a change!
Brandi: Wimp.
Bo playfully pokes his tongue out at Brandi who looks up at him.
Brandi: I know you're up to something Dreamwolf, I can sense it. I usually have to drag your ass all the way down here, or distract you with a book so I can be here, but you trying to encourage me to come down here.
Brandi wags her finger at Bo.
Bo: Ok, I wanted a drink.
Brandi: You don't drink idiot.
Bo shrugs his shoulders.
Bo: Well, now is a good time to start.
Brandi shakes her head.
Brandi: Usually I'd say welcome to the party but you're as see through as a big ass window.
Brandi rolls her eyes at Bo.
Brandi: Come on then, if y'all setting me up for something, might as well walk right in to your little trap.
Bo: There's no trap.
Brandi: Uh uh, that's like saying your tits are bigger than mine.
Brandi pushes the door open to the bar and walks through. Bo stands behind her, covering his eyes and slowly shaking his head. A hand reaches out, grabbing him by the shirt and gripping tight. The camera moves around to show the arm as Brandi's.
Brandi: I knew it! That damn thing better be set up for you, or you're sleeping outside in ya wig wam!
Brandi pulls Bo in to the bar. Inside the room, where the stage area is usually set up, a wrestling ring has been place. People sit around the outside of the ring, as well as at the bar area, perched upon multi colored stools. Brandi looks up at Bo through narrowed eyes, her teeth gritted and her jaw tight. She inhales deeply as she slowly shakes her head.
Bo: Why don't you go to the bar and I'll go sit in the corner till you calm down.
Brandi: Yeah, you do that.
Brandi heads to the bar and Bo moves away from Brandi. Darting and weaving through people, Brandi eventually gets to the bar, holding a finger up to the barman. The barman moves towards a fridge, quickly pulling out a beer and pulling the cap off, putting it in front of Brandi. Brandi lifts the bottle to her lips but a strange hush comes over the crowd. Brandi pauses, holding the bottle to her lips, before turning her eyes around the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Bo in the ring, holding a microphone between his fingers.
Brandi: Oh brother.
Bo walks up and down the ring for a few seconds, before lifting the microphone to his lips, looking out on the crowd.
Bo: Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time for your main event! You've seen local independent stars, but now it's time to bring you some nationally and internationally known superstars.
Brandi spins, putting her back to the bar and leaning on it.
Bo: Introducing first, from Lynchburg, Tennessee!
The bar crowd cheer, at the sound of their home town.
Bo: She is SCW's number one contender to the Bombshell title.
Brandi closes her eyes.
Brandi: Shit.
"Boom Boom" By the LoCash Cowboys starts to play.
Brandi: I'm gonna take away his totem pole later, I swear to God!
Bo: She is your very own country girl, she is Brandi Shotze!
Bo point in Brandi's direction and the bar crowd turn to see her, politely clapping her. Brandi shakes her head and starts to move towards the ring. She weaves through the bar crowd and towards the ring, walking up the mini step ladder outside the ring. Brandi steps through the ropes and takes a gulp of the beer in her hand. She moves next to Bo, whispering in his ear.
Brandi: I'm gonna kick your ass later Bo.
Bo smiles and whispers back to Brandi.
Bo: If you're not gonna get yourself motivated for this match, I came up with this.
Bo takes the beer out of Brandi's hand.
Brandi: Now I'm gonna kick your ass even more.
Bo ignores Brandi and lifts the mic to his lips again.
Bo: And her opponent. He is an international star of wrestling.
Brandi: He?
Bo: He has traveled the world, taking on some of the worlds best superstars. He is the man that is the definition of a legend.
Tick... tick.... tick... tick....
Bo: And the man who defeated Hot Stuff Mark Ward in his retirement match....
Brandi: Fuck....
The opening chords to "Back In Black" starts to play over the sound system.
Bo: He is the man, the myth, the legend, he is Austin Parker!
Austin walks from behind a black curtain to the side of the stage and walks towards the ring. The bar crowd booing him viciously. Austin ignore them and grips hold of the ropes and pulls himself up on to the ring. Austin moves towards the crowd, a smirk on his face and taunting the crowd. Austin moves towards Brandi and looks at her.
Brandi: What's with the theatrical shit.
Austin: Doesn't matter if ya in front of ten people, or ten thousand people, they didn't come here to see ya not give ah damn.
Brandi: Why are you even here?
Austin: Ah'm here to show ya the reason ya don't give ah damn about that title belt is because ya know ya not good enough to hold it in the first place.
Brandi pushes Austin away.
Brandi: Fuck off.
Austin: Ah'm gonna prove it.
Austin pushes Brandi back in the chest and Bo calls for the bell. A bell sounds and Bo moves towards Brandi and Austin, Brandi looks up at Bo.
Brandi: What are you, ring announcer or ref?
Bo: Both.
Brandi: Well if we stick a broom up your ass, you can sweep the ring at the same time.
With Brandi distracted, Austin moves to her side and spins behind, lifting Brandi off her feet and slamming her face first in to the mat. Austin puts his lips near Brandi's ear.
Austin: Yeah, Electra will slaughter ya ass, because you're distracted easy. In fact maybe you should just pull out of the match now and let someone else take your place, someone who stands a chance of actually winning this thing cause you sure as hell can't.
Brandi: Said it before and I'll say it again, fuck off.
Brandi fights her way to her feet and Austin stands up. Brandi clotheslines Austin to the canvas, leaning down over him.
Brandi: If I wanna rip Electra apart limb from limb, I will. I know I can't beat her.
Austin: No you can't. She's done more here in a month than you have in a year.
Brandi pulls Austin to his feet and hits him with a shot to the jaw, backing him up against the ropes. She puts her forearm across Austin's neck and moves her head in closer.
Brandi: I won the Blast From The Past II.
Austin: Simon Jones won the Blast From The Past II.
Brandi whips Austin off the ropes but Austin slides under her legs on the way back, gets to his knees and dives forward with a chop block, knocking Brandi to the canvas. Austin moves to her side, and pushes her to a seated position. Austin wraps his arm around Brandi's head with a chin lock.
Austin: You rode the Heavyweight champions coattails all the way along that tournament. From start to finish, it was all Simon Jones, because you're not good enough to win a title. You belong in the opening segment with the drag queen.
Brandi pushes herself to her feet, grabbing Austin's head and dropping down with a jawbreaker. Brandi moves next to Austin.
Brandi: You know shit about it. I was working my ass off to get where I was. I had to go through Delia to get this damn shot. Delia could kick your ass old man.
Austin: Not about me getting muh ass kicked, it's about Electra kicking your ass. You know she will, and that's why ya acting like a little girl that don't give a damn, just so when she does, you can act all big and tough and go home to cry on Bo's shoulder.
Brandi: Fuck you Parker.
Austin cheap shots Brandi and gets to his feet first, he pulls Brandi up and wraps his arms around her head with a sleeper hold, his head in close as he taunts her.
Austin: Y'all don't deserve to be main eventing Climax Control, you wouldn't even have a contract in SCW right now if ya didn't let Simon win that thing for you. You're not good enough to be the champion and ya never will be.
Brandi: I'm good enough and I can do it.
Brandi swings her leg back, catching Austin in the shin. Austin rocks loosens the hold and Brandi turns around, catching Austin with an elbow to the gut and sending him backwards, releasing the hold. As Austin steps back in, Brandi catches him with a huge headbutt, sending Austin to the floor. Bo steps in.
Bo: Whoa! You can't do that!
Brandi turns to Bo, grabbing him by the shirt.
Brandi: I can do what the hell I want Bo, including taking the Bombshell title home with me on Sunday, if I wanna win it, I can. Fuck what that guy says, I can fucking do it!
Austin gets to his feet and moves towards Brandi. As Brandi turns around, Austin nails her with a headbutt!
Bo: Mr Parker! You know that's...
Austin: Shut up Bo!
Ever the heel, Austin pokes Bo in the chest before pushing him out of the way. Brandi gets to her hands and knees and waits. As Austin moves closer, Brandi dives in, shooting Austin off his feet and moving on top, pulling a vicious right hand back and dropping it on Austin's head.
Brandi: You know what Parker. I'm gonna shut you up. Not only am I gonna walk in to that main event on Sunday and own it, I'm gonna prove to you that I deserve that title!
Brandi drops another hard shot to Austin's head.
Brandi: And not only will I deserve it, I'm gonna take that fucking title, hold it up in the air and be damn proud to have it.
Brandi catches Austin with a stinging left hand.
Brandi: I have worked my fat ass off to be here, for the fans to chant my name, and I'm not having some part timer telling me I can win this, because I can and will and when I do, the first thing I'm gonna do is fly to your ranch and rub the title right in your face.
Brandi stands up and starts to yell down at Austin.
Brandi: You just put Electra Styles in SCW history as a bombshell who couldn't get past defense number one. She has you to thank for that!
Brandi steps away raising her arms to the crowd. Austin looks at Bo, a smile on his face and gives Bo a quick thumbs up. Bo nods firmly towards Austin, also with a smile on his face. Bo whispers to himself.
Bo: No one can make people do stuff, like Austin Parker can.
The scene fades as Brandi turns back towards Austin to continue their match
*******
Brandi Shotze sits outside her mobile home, sitting down on the steps outside, just a couple of hours after wrestling and being manipulated by Austin Parker.
Brandi: This is where I do the whole promo thing, where I get to hype up the match and all that shit so we might as well get to it.
Brandi looks in to the camera, her eyes focused.
Brandi: I can honestly say when I rolled off the injun and rolled my ass out of bed this morning, I didn't really want that damn title, it felt meaningless, it felt pointless having to sit there and wait around for the darn thing. I felt like it had all become a joke, that The Blast From The Past II tournament had become the biggest, most pointless joke in the history of Sin City Wrestling. I sat here waiting patiently, sitting around watching the grass grow to get this here match, and the more I waited, the more it became clear that I wasn't the one they wanted with their title belt.
Brandi breathes in deeply
Brandi: Now I've got nothing at all against Electra Styles, she seems like a nice chick, but lets be completely honest here, there's a hell of a lot more that deserved that shot then she did. When she came in and it was all handed to her, there was a lot of eyebrows raised. Hell, I got messages from certain higher ups with the words "What could we do?" and "Don't worry, your shot is next" and it really made me sit there and wonder, why the hell give Roxi a shot, why the hell give Electra a shot when I busted my ass to earn that damn thing.
Brandi slowly shakes her head.
Brandi: Then the messages kept rolling in. "We want your match for the supercard" and "You deserve to be in a co main event." then what happened? Roxi beat Vixen, Electra beats Roxi, and poor lil old me is wearing the fucking stripes to make the count that left a bitter taste in a lot of mouths. I had to watch my big ol' match with Roxi go down the drain. Again, I have nothing against Electra, but I really did earn this thing. Let's go back to the start.
Brandi holds up one finger.
Brandi: First off, I had to go through Lizzie Short. I know what you're gonna say, a fly could have beaten Lizzie Short, and hell, everybody knew that but did that stop me working? No, did I work so damn hard to actually get the job done. Yes, I did. That is people's downfall in this sport, underestimating an opponent, but not for one single second did I underestimate Lizzie Short. So she wasn't at the top, but she knew as well as I did, that this was a launching pad, if she would have won that match, and gone on to win the tournament, she knew she'd never have to be left in piss poor matches again. That mindset makes people dangerous, and Lizzie was willing to go for it, and Lizzie went for it, but fell short.
Brandi holds up a second finger.
Brandi: Next up, Amy Marshall. Now you can say what you like about Amy, but that was fun. We made some wise cracks about each other and then we kicked the hell out of each other. Amy is a former Roulette champion for a reason. Because she can take the hardcore style and kick it up faster than Roadrunner on ecstasy. She can take the hardcore style, and turn the volume up to a million. Not a damn thing phases that girl, she will fight until her knuckles are bleeding and her body is battered. Doesn't know how to give up, but not even she could stop me from getting past and in to the next round.
A third finger gets held up.
Brandi: Song was up next. Now Song didn't have any wrestling credentials to speak of in SCW, but Song came from a hard hitting, high work rate dojos. One of the best in the word to be bang on exact, and she came at me like a cornered ferret, she was pulling off shit I ain't ever seen before. Facing an opponent like Song, you can not prepare for because that girl will show you her left hand while her right foot is kicking you right upside the head. You can not get ready for that, but not even she could beat me.
Brandi holds up her forth finger.
Brandi: And then a final, on Blaze Of Glory III, the biggest show of the SCW year, and I took on someone who I admit to be my favorite ever opponent, Delia.
Brandi puts her free hand out, palm up.
Brandi: I know, I know, not many like Delia but al through that tournament, she had shocked everyone. A rookies with the skills of a vet, a newcomer who looked like she'd been around for years and no one gave me a chance there, no one at all, but when Delia and I stepped up against each other, more feathers flew than a fox in a hen house. We stood toe to toe and I was the underdog because Delia was so damn good up until that point, and I pulled off the victory. Delia and I beat the damn respect in and out of each other, because we both wanted it so bad.
Brandi pushes her hands together.
Brandi: Now tell me Electra, did you really earn your shot like I did?
Brandi slowly shakes her head.
Brandi: Let's cut this one down to the rib bone. You lucked it to your match. Roxi did the hard work by winning the title and you basically found yourself with the chance to be a champion when you didn't exactly work as I did for it. Now I wanna take that title from your hands.
A look of determination crosses Brandi's face.
Brandi: I guess Bo knew exactly what he was doing when he got Austin Parker to come down to lil' ol' Lynchburg. Telling me I can't win this thing, has made me want to prove him wrong. Looking back at this, I know I can win this and I think I will do all I can to actually walk out of here with the title.
Brandi slowly nods.
Brandi: I didn't want this and now I do, that puts you in a bad place Electra because to me, this is now all or nothing. Either I take that title from you this time around, or it's time to come back down south and stay the fuck down south. Now I love the south, it's my home, but I don't think I'm ready to come down here and put my feet up just yet. I don't think I wanna just sit around all day, and drink all damn night. What I want lil' lady is that title that you think you're gonna hold forever. It's gonna be a very short reign for you and in fact, I'm gonna make some people a little promise or two.
Brandi clears her throat.
Brandi: Promise number one. I am gonna take that damn title from Electra Styles and rub it in Austin Parker's face.
Brandi holds two fingers up.
Brandi: Promise two. I will show you week in, week out, why I deserve this title, starting with giving Vixen and Roxi their rematches as soon as I possibly can.
Brandi nods firmly.
Brandi: Promise three, I don't win this damn thing, be the last time you see my ass in an SCW ring.
Another firm nod comes from Brandi.
Brandi: Promise four, promise three ain't gonna matter because I'm not coming back to Vegas to fuck this one up, I'm coming back to Vegas to fuck up Electra Styles and take what should have been mine a long time ago. I'm coming back to the bright lights to take the title and bring it all the way back down to Tennessee, where it should be where it deserves to be. As God is my witness and Jim Beam is my damn savoir, I'm not leaving Vegas empty handed Electra. Don't worry too damn much though sweetheart, because your time will come again to be champion, you'll make a great Bombshell champion someday, but Sunday will not be your day, this will be my day and I will lift that title proudly above my head and hear them chant my name. The question of do I want this title or don't I, has been well and truly answered.
Brandi stands up on the steps.
Brandi: Do I want to become SCW's Bombshell champion.
Brandi winks at the camera.
Brandi: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Brandi turns around walking up the steps. She turns her head to look at the camera once more.
Brandi: Right cameraman, you can have the rest of the night off. Electra Styles, SCW fans, I'll see y'all on Sunday!
Brandi opens the door and steps inside as the scene fades out.
