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Climax Control Archives / Shots and shit talk.

« on: April 06, 2017, 06:32:56 PM »

Lynchberg, Tennessee, a smallish town in the south of the state is where we start. Brandi Shotze is seen sitting on a bench outside her local town bar, Cooters Old Country House, behind her is a wooden table with shots a plenty lined up, as well as one in her hand - a shot of something made in this very town if you do your research. Brandi is wearing ripped blue jeans and a figure hugging black shirt. She sits without a care in the world, quickly knocking the shot back as Bo Dreamwolf appears, in his hand a black bag.

Bo: There you are!

Brandi looks around the bar area, tilting her head backwards to look at the sign above her head.

Brandi: Well I'll be damned! Thanks for finding me Tonto, cause ah sure as shit didn't know where ah was.

Bo rolls his eyes as he looks at her, only to be greeted with a smile.

Brandi: Where else do ya think ah'll be sitting mah fat ass at nine forty five in on a Friday morning? It's where ah always am.

Bo: But this isn't any ordinary Friday, Brandi. We're meant to be leaving for the airport in a couple of hours to go to Detroit so you can wrestle.

Brandi puts her hand up to Bo, waving away his concerns.

Brandi: First off chief, a couple of hours is like a couple of hours away, it ain't right now, it ain't in ten minutes, in ain't in half an hour, it's in a couple of hours. Secondly, it's not rasslin', it's taking plastic, tanned and tattooed Barbie, beating her to the ground, and seeing if a cigarette can melt plastic tits.

Bo: SCW has changed a lot Brandi. I've been keeping up with Mr. Parker's exploits with Mr Huntington-Hawkes and there are a lot of new faces.

Brandi: Lotta old faces too. Lotta younger looking old faces like Misty, bitch gotta be having that botox shit stuck in her head to look younger than she did, when we rassled to a draw. Ya see that TMZ shit, good genes or good doctors? These old SCW faces ain't on the side of good genes.

Bo sighs as he looks at Brandi, picking up another shot from the table and drinking it back quickly.

Bo: Regardless of that Brandi, a lot of these new people don't know who you are.

Brandi: They don't? Well I'll be a bitch of a bitch, ahm so heartbroken over that Bo Diddley. I mean I need to be like everyone else an' get some attention. Ah need a big deal made of mah return, I need people ta know ahm back, ah need glitz and glamour cause ah used to be someone in SCW.

The sarcasm falls from the redneck as she smiles at Bo, the Native American rolling his eyes as he looks towards her.

Bo: Also need to learn to not be so sarcastic.

Brandi: And where's the fun in not being sarcastic? I'd just be one boring bitch if I sat there an' just talked straight like you do. Anyway dances in underpants, what's in the bag.

Bo looks down at the bag before looking back up at Brandi.

Bo: Oh, I thought this might be a good way for the people who don't know who you are, being as it's been a while since you've been in the ring, a chance to see who you are, give you a chance to remind people who you are.

Bo reaches in to the bag and pulls out a video camera and holds it up towards Brandi, who reaches for another shot from the table.

Brandi: Are ya kidding me? Y'all wanna stand around an' film shit? Are ya givin' up the teaching to become a cameraman or some shit? Man if ya wanna job in SCW, ah don't think they're looking for cameramen.

Another smile comes from Brandi but Bo shakes his head at her.

Bo: I figured that maybe we can film you talking about what you've done in SCW in the past, and we can get that sent off to the editing department, and they can air it before you cut your match promo and that will drag people in to your promos again.

Brandi holds her hand up to Bo, stopping him mid sentence before knocking back the shot and pulling the glass back on the table behind her.

Brandi: How about.... fuck off? Ah don't wanna make some bullshit tape that lands people on shit shows like The Real World or something.

Another sigh comes from Bo as he looks at her with a quick shake of his head.

Bo: How about you give it a chance and just see? No harm can come from it.

Brandi: Will it shut you up and let me get on with my drinking?

He shrugs as he lifts the camera up, pressing a button to start the filming.

Bo: Sure.

Brandi: Ok, bring that camera nice an' close, get this big ol' face in it, are you ready?

Bo nods, a smile coming across his face as he does as instructed and moves the camera closer to Brandi.

Bo: And action.

Brandi smiles at the camera and looks past it to Bo for a few seconds.

Brandi: Hi, I'm Brandi an' I used to punch people in the teeth!

She looks behind the camera at Bo.

Brandi: There we go, are we done now? Good.

Bo lowers the camera and looks at Brandi through narrowed eyes.

Bo: No, we're not done. Come on, how about you tell people about the people you once hung out with in SCW.

He looks at Brandi with hope on his face, causing an eye roll from Brandi.

Brandi: Fine, ah used to hang out with Cookie S'mores, and Odette Stevens, we used to go to mud wrestling and bars. Is that enough Scorsese?

Bo: Try and take it seriously.

Brandi: Fine, ah take it as serious as I take mah drinkin', which is pretty fucking serious.

Bo remains silent, not able to find an argument against that statement of Brandi's.

Brandi: Well ah won titles. Ah won the Bombshell tag team titles with Cookie and we went on a whole three week run, yep a whole three fucking weeks. That was all good though cause the weight of that son of a bitch title wasn't good when mah tits already gamme a bad back, so ah didn't wanna carry the extra weight of that thing. Ah was never one for titles, ah just liked beating up big mouthed bitches an' putting them in their place, which ah done every week for ah long time, it's tha' little things in life that keep a smile on this fat face an' ah was smiling a lot.

Bo: Blast From The Past was a big thing for you.

Brandi: It's ah big thing for everyone, not jus' me. This is number five, and I ain't good at math, but that's a shit ton of people being in this thing, that's a shit ton of people who have wanted to win this bitch.

Bo: And only eight have and you are one of them.

Brandi: Ah know that. Ahm one of eight an' there's a few people who wanna win it for a second time. It's fucking obvious who wants ta be the first ta win it twice, add to their ego and bragging rights shit no one cares about, but ah like pissing on people parades so ah might work ah lil' bit harder to stop 'em. Ah do like ah Blast From The Past, give good ol' folks a chance to step up an' ah did that when ah had the chance. Ah had a damn good partner last time ah was in this thing, an' ah won it.

Bo: Think you can do it again?

Brandi lowers her eyebrows as she looks at Bo.

Brandi: So you're goin' from wantin' to take a cameraman's job ta takin' Pussy Willows job now? Ah don't enter shit unless ah think ah can win 'em chief. Ah entered this bitch cause ah know ah got something ta offer. Ah always liked to kick people in the teeth an' god know ah plan to do it again. Ah plan on putting a beating down on some bitches an' the more bitches ah beat, the more fun ah 'ave so stayin' in this competition is what ah wanna do. Ah was always an ass kicker Bo, people gettin' out the ring after facin' me, knew they'd just been in a fight, they knew they just got the biggest whooping a bitch could take, even if they beat me, they never came outta it like a winner. They came outta it hurt and trust me, people gonna be comin' out of this tournament hurt.

Brandi pauses to pick up a nearby shot, shooting it down quickly before putting the glass back on the table.

Brandi: People who don't know me, soon will. People who remember me will get the same ol' me as they remember. I ain't changing mah style for any reason. Ah suggest the ones who don't take a closer look cause I'm bringing my old style of hard hitting shit to this thing an' ain't no one gon' stop me.

Bo: Well that should show people who you used to be and give a little history lesson.

Brandi: Do ya teach history in class?

Bo: I do.

Brandi: Well there you go ruining my sarcastic moment again Bo. Ah was having fun with that one.

Bo closes the monitor on the side of the camera and looks at Brandi.

Bo: I should get this sent off to the producers at SCW.

Brandi: Slow ya roll there Tonto. If y'all sending that shit to them, why ahm I wasting my time setting up a separate promo thing when y'all got a camera right here an' ah can just talk down it and y'all can send the whole lot in to whatever trained monkey ya want to an' they can do what they want to it.

Bo: Are you sure?

Brandi looks away for a few seconds before looking back at Bo.

Brandi: No, I said it cause I had nothin' better ta say.

Bo opens the camera screen once more and holds it up towards Brandi's face.

Bo: Ready?

Brandi nods and Bo hits the record button on the side of the camera, the recording just starting.

Brandi: Right, this idiot got me to make a damn video to remind y'all of who ah am, but ah think y'all remember me from mah days of stopping on people, an' drinkin', right?

Brandi pauses.

Brandi: Good, now we got that all out the way, let's talk about a lil ol' thing called Blast From The Past V, somethin' ah know a lil' too well. Was three long ass years ago, ah had Simon Jones as mah partner an' that man tore it up all that time an' we walked out with forever bein' known as Blast From The Past winners. Naw ahm not teaming with the heavyweight champion this time round but ah tell ya, ah got some serious man meat on mah side this year.

Brandi looks at Bo's confused look and returns to talking.

Brandi: Ah got Jeremiah Hardin on mah side. Now ah remember him from ah long time ago. Ah remember him walkin' round backstage, little less involved than he is today but ah gotta admit, ahm lookin' forward to teamin' with that guy. Ah mean the guy has a ton of potential ta do whatever he wants up in this place and ah reckon he might jus' do that. This time round, ah ain't got a partner with gold already, ah got a partner who is hungry for gold, who wants ta get that winning feeling, we got a whole new motivation for winning this son of a bitch an' ah think we might just get ahead an' do that. Ah think we got every chance in the world because I got the urge to smash some teeth down a throat or four an' Tiger boy got the right idea for this one, Tiger boy got the urge for a lil' bit of gold. He ain't stupid, he knows this tournament has launched careers, that most top champs have been outta the blue champs an' Tiger boy know's he can be that guy.

Brandi pauses to pick up another shot.

Brandi: I bet he pissed his pants in excitement seeing that he'd gone got himself an upgraded partner.

Brandi quickly knocks the shot back.

Brandi: Ah mean ah ain't got shit against Amy Jayne or whatever but yeah, she ain't cut out for this.

She puts the glass back down on the table behind her.

Brandi: Nah, not cut out for this when the bitch can't even cut a promo for a match.

A serious look crosses Brandi's face.

Brandi: Now ah was surprised when that boss guy gave me a call an' told me the situation, but ah jumped at the chance. I ain't smacked someone legally in years. Ah smacked someone last night, but that was far from legal.

She nods at her own comment.

Brandi: Any law enforcement watching, she started it, kay?

Brandi firmly points a finger at Bo and the camera.

Brandi: But yeah, ah didn't need asking twice, ah just jumped on a plane and I was in Chicago faster than a hooker goes down at the sight of a fifty dollar bill. Ah was just as excited as that hooker, an' then ah found out who mah opponents were. Before ah continue, Which one is Ivan? The one who looks like he's been rolled in everything on the planet that's orange?

Bo: No, the one with the longer hair.

Brandi stops for a second while she thinks about it.

Brandi: Huh... cool hair bro I guess. Luckily, ah don't really have to talk about that dude too much, cause my eyes are not on him, mah eyes is on an old rival.

Brandi uses her two forefingers to point at her eyes.

Brandi: Ah remember stomping on Amanda Cortez, ah always did have fun stomping on those airbags, cause ya foot always got a bit of a spring back, couldn't hurt ya foot using those things as a bouncy castle, ah can tell ya.

She looks past the camera and towards Bo as she makes her last comment.

Brandi: So Amanda, what the hell have you been doing with yaself after y'all left SCW for some other place? More tattoos and surgeries no doubt. Seriously, what the fuck is up with people who work ta afford people cutting in to them, an' ah swear to god bitch, if you say you're all natural, I will rip those fake eyelashes clean off your botox treated face.

Another serious look crosses Brandi's face as she picks up another shot glass.

Brandi: Ah remember beating ya so much Amanda an' ah think we both know it ain't gonna change this time. Y'all haven't changed on the inside. Ah've been away from Twitter for so damn long an' ah come back to still see ya flaunting that Mexican botched surgery ass all over the place thinkin' people are interested in seein' that shit, but trust me, ain't a damn person interested in seein' that shit. Not even the perverted would invest in hand cream and some tissue an' pull away over ya. Y'all just nasty an' look like y'all could do with a good ol' scrubbing. Y'all pics make me think if I stood next ta ya, you'd make me sick cause y'all pics make ya look like ya stink real bad.

Brandi takes another shot before putting the glass back down on the table.

Brandi: Like smell real bad.

She waves her hand under her nose.

Brandi: Have a shower before y'all try to put ya hands on me, an' ah know you'll be trying. With tits like these, an' your preference for waking up next to women, ah know y'all be trying to cop a good feel, but ya hands come near these, Ima snap ya fingers off.

Brandi points to her chest as Bo closes his eyes and shakes his head.

Brandi: Ah seriously will snap ya fingers off. This is gon' be like old times Amanda. Y'all show up, I'll beat ya all over the ring, an' I send ya back to where ever the hell ya hide in this world to go annoy people with more stupid picture posts all over Twitter. The only thing ya good at Amanda, is annoying people with stupid posts. Bitch, no one wants to join your snapchat bullshit.

She lowers her eyebrows and nods towards the camera.

Brandi: All ah give a fuck about is fight and ah am comin' to Detroit for that, so if ya can put ya phone down for just a minute an' let me put mah fist down ya throat, I'd much appreciate that.

Brandi raises her fist to the camera.

Brandi: I ain't coming there to have a selfie contest or any shit like that, Ahm coming there to do what I ain't done in a long time an' leave someone broken an' heading to the hospital.... legally ah mean. Ahm in the mood to beat on someone, anyone Amanda, y'all just happen to be the unlucky one drawn out against me an' Tiger boy.

Brandi looks down the camera and picks up another shot, the earlier shots seeming to have little effect on her.

Brandi: It's gon' be a long night for ya Amanda, so if I was you, ah'd save the travel money, save the journey an' just stay where ya are. If y'all do have the sack to show up, ah recommend updating that health insurance cause god knows that puppy is gonna take a serious hit on Sunday, hell, y'all may need a few surgeries after Sunday cause ah don't come ta play an' y'all been on the receiving end of it in the past. If I were y'all, I'd call whatever company is stupid enough to hire ya medically enhanced ass an' tell them ya gonna need a couple of months off, cause ya ain't gonna be movin' much once ah get through with ya. Three damn years I've been out the ring.

She holds up three fingers.

Brandi: Three years of pent up ring rage and ah'm 'bout to unleash it on ya. Three long ass years an' ah'm coming back to show y'all ah ain't lost a damn thing when it comes to rasslin', ah mean ah wasn't the greatest rassler anyway an' ah ain't expecting Hall of Fame in the future or any shit like that but ah do know how to throw down an' Amanda, that's exactly what ah plan to do in there. It ain't gon' be pretty, it ain't gon be a classic, it's just gon be me takin' mah fists an' smashin' them repeatedly against ya face until ya can't take no more of it, until ya have to beg whatever referee is around to stop it cause ah don't pull mah punches an' ah won't against y'all.

She looks seriously down the camera.

Brandi: I don't do any other speed than fast an' ah will be throwing punching at those silicon lips so damn fast, you ain't gonna see 'em comin', you won't see 'em but ya sure as fuck will feel 'em bouncing off ya head. Only one of us will be here for a second match Amanda.

Brandi holds up one finger.

Brandi: and it ain't gon be you here for more than one match. Just because ya a bit stupid, ah'll tell ya who it's gon be. It's gon be the bitch ya lookin' at now an' because ya still to stupid to figure out who that is.

Brandi points to herself.

Brandi: This girl right here. This is not a fight the fans wanna miss, 'cause that is exactly what this is, a fight, a brawl, an ass kicking for Amanda Cortez, so if y'all groaned when ya heard she was coming back, if y'all stopped following her on Twitter cause she annoyed people so fucking much with a million pics every morning, trust me bitch, no one wants to see ya ass while they're trying to eat their cornflakes, if y'all just wanna see Amanda Cortez get her arse beat by me, y'all might wanna tune in, cause this ain't gonna be for the faint of heart.

She pauses to breathe deeply.

Brandi: Am ah gonna leave an Amanda shaped stain all over the ring an' get in to the next round of Blast From The Past? Let me think about that.

Brandi taps the side of her head.

Brandi: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!

Brandi puts her hand across her throat, causing Bo to cut the camera.

Bo: How did that feel?

Brandi tilts her head in thought for a few seconds.

Brandi: Pretty fucking good Dr Phil, but didn't ya know we got a plane to catch in a couple of hours? Keeping me sitting here talking!

Bo looks confused as he closes the camera screen, pressing the power button to turn it off.

Bo: But...

Brandi: But nothing, a couple of hours ain't a long time. Ah mean it ain't right now, it ain't in ten minutes, in ain't in half an hour, it's in a couple of hours!

Bo: But...

Brandi: We got a plane to catch Bo, but when we get back, ah'll make sure to get ya to the docs to sort that stutter out.

Brandi stands up, turning to the table and grabbing the three remaining shot glasses and drinks one after the other, leaving the glasses on the table. She looks at Bo and shakes her head.

Brandi: Can't believe y'all nearly made us late Bo.

Brandi walks past Bo, slapping him firmly on the rear. He slowly shakes his head as the camera fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / One more match? Screw it! Why not?

« on: November 25, 2014, 10:26:15 PM »

Lynchburg, Tennessee - Monday afternoon.

Brandi Shotze lies on a sofa, face down, fully clothed in blue jeans and a black shirt pulled halfway up her back. Her arm rests of the sofa, her hand bent across the linoleum floor of her trailer home. Signs of life are seen as Brandi turns her face towards the open area of the room, her eyes slowly flickering open.

Brandi: Did anyone get that number of that truck that hit me?

Across the room, Bo Dreamwolf lowers a book as he sits on a second built in sofa. He smiles at his girlfriend.

Bo: No, but it was a whiskey truck.

Brandi's eyes open a little wider as she turns her head towards Bo.

Brandi: Well tell it to drive by again tonight, so it can hit me again. Hey, did you try to grope me when ah was asleep?

Bo puts the book down next to him.

Bo: No.

Brandi uses her elbows, pushing herself up and shaking her head, trying to shake herself back in to life.

Brandi: Some boyfriend you are, Pocahontas. Preferring a book to some sleep groping.

Bo, used to Brandi's mannerisms, stands up with a smile.

Bo: Your phone has been going crazy all morning.

Brandi: Well send it to an asylum and give it some happy pills, that should shut it up for a while.

Brandi sits up, placing her hands on the side of her head and running her fingers through her long, curly hair. Bo stands up, reaching the phone from the table and sitting next to Brandi, placing the phone on her leg.

Brandi: Not too close humping bull, if ya couldn't sleep grope me, you can take a shuffle along there, cause ya not groping now.

Ignoring Brandi, Bo points to the phone.

Bo: You might wanna check that thing. Erik Staggs has called you seven times already today, something must be going on.

Brandi: Probably asking why ah won't be his Facebook friend or something.

Bo: Just call him back. It might be important.

Brandi tilts her head towards Bo, looking at the Native American with hung over eyes. She turns back to the phone as it starts to vibrate on her leg, showing the name Erik Staggs on the front. She looks back at Bo.

Brandi: Man, if this thing would vibrate a little faster, ah wouldn't need you.

Bo rolls his eyes at Brandi and reaches down, pressing the speaker phone button before looking smugly at Brandi.

Brandi: You're an asshole.

Erik's voice can be heard on the phone.

Erik: And good afternoon to you too Brandi.

Brandi looks down at the phone.

Brandi: Not you, well, you are an asshole but Bo is too for hitting answer on the phone so I have to speak to you.

Erik: I see your phone manners have improved.

Brandi: Yep, note ah didn't call you a fucking asshole this time, so Ah'm getting better. Whatcha want Erik?

Erik: Have you been keeping up with SCW lately?

Brandi: Yeah, why?

Erik: Because we're coming up to show one hundred, and we're gonna do a lot of stuff for it, including an alumni battle royal, one for the men, one for the women. Would you be interested?

Brandi: In getting in the ring with a few fellas and being groped all over the place before they put their hands in between my legs and try and throw me over something? Sounds like a Saturday night with Bo.

Erik: No, I mean being in the Bombshell one.

Brandi looks at Bo, who is nodding his head up and down.

Brandi: No thanks.

Erik: Why not? We pay for you to come to Vegas, you get a hotel room, with full mini bar, get a chance to hang around with some old friends, perform in front of a live crowd again.

Brandi: Look Erik, Ah left SCW because ah didn't wanna rassle anymore, what makes ya think ah do now? Besides, ah already have another job and it don't include rassling.

Erik: Then it will be good to see you one more time in a ring.

Brandi: Oh y'all see me in a ring, but I won't have to fight.

Erik: Finally got a job as a card girl at a boxing event, huh?

Brandi: Nah, ah'm a bit over qualified for that. Tits are too big, would distract the boxers.

Erik: I see your sense of humor hasn't changed. You might wanna consider it, your old friend Cookie is gonna be in it.

Brandi looks at Bo, surprise on her face. Bo nods once more, with one firm shake of his head.

Brandi: You're not pulling my chain, right? Cookie is gonna be there and in the ring.

Erik: The same ring as you.

Brandi pauses for a second, looking away from Bo and the phone.

Erik: Brandi? Are you still there?

Brandi: Yeah, fuck it, ah'm in.

Erik: Ok good, get to Vegas by tomorrow night, we'll get that contract signed and get you back on SCW television.

Brandi: Alrighty, bye asshole.

Brandi presses the button on the phone, ending the call and standing up, letting the phone fall to the ground.

Brandi: Well, don't just stand there, we need to get to Vegas.

Brandi walks away, disappearing in to another room as Bo picks up the phone from the floor. A curious look crosses his face as he looks down the short hall.

Bo: Hold on a minute.... another job?

The scene turns to black as Bo walks down the hall

*******

Las Vegas, Nevada - Tuesday afternoon.

Twenty hours since the call, Brandi sits alone, her fingers wrapped around a Starbucks cup, resting on the cardboard sleeve. She gazes around the tabled area, people sit with laptops, typing away with their keyboards. Brandi shakes her head slowly, muttering to herself.

Brandi: Nothing says cheap douche bag quite like taking a laptop to Starbucks. Seriously, trying to save on internet costs or something?

She turns her head to see a man reading a book in the corner, lost in his own world of fantasy.

Brandi: And why would ya take a book to a coffee house to read? Surely it's quieter at home. Having said that, that sounds like something Bo would do.

Brandi looks at the camera with a wink, then stares back towards the steam rising from her coffee. A shadow covers the table, causing Brandi to look up to see her old friend, former tag team partner, second half of The Party Girls, Cookie S'mores.

Cookie: Talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness.

Brandi: Ah thought the first sign of craziness was walking through a mail with a bath robe open, but what do ah know?

Brandi stands up, embracing her friend with a warm hug.

Cookie: I'll be back.

Brandi nods and sits down as Cookie moves towards the counter. Brandi turns back towards the camera.

Brandi: Looks like it's just you and me SCW cameraman. Aren't you a lucky guy?

The camera moves up and down in a nodding motion.

Brandi: Ah guess ah better do some talking or all you'll good do is film my bangers. It's been forever since ah last saw Cookie. She left SCW long before ah did. Ah gotta be honest, ah'm not even sure why. She was kicking all sorts of ass in the tag team division with me, we partied with Odette Ryder.... now Stevens, hell, we came pretty close to forming a good female stable back then and then she went and ah had to fight on alone. Ah don't hold it against her, still one of my closest friends but been a while since ah've been in the same room as her. Maybe her promo will shed some light on that. Ah know people will see this whole thing and ask for one more run from The Party Girls, but ah really do have a new job and ah can't be in two places at once so maybe y'all should just enjoy seeing the two of us in the ring at the same time again.

Cookie returns to the table, a hot drink in her hand. She sits opposite Brandi, her eyes full of warmth and excitement.

Cookie: Is it me or is it weird that we're meeting here and not at male mud wrestling?

Brandi nods her head slowly, but reaches in to her pocket, pulling out a silver flask.

Brandi: Ain't no bar, but don't need no bar when y'all have this.

Brandi pulls the plastic top off the coffee in front of her and pours dark liquid in to her coffee. She offers it to Cookie, and Cookie does the same with her plastic top. Brandi pours a shot from the flask in to Cookie's drink and puts the cap back on and sliding the flask back in to her pocket.

Cookie: So what made you wanna be in this battle royal?

Brandi: Erik told me you was in it, and ah couldn't resist returning to be in the ring with ya again.

Cookie leans back in her chair, looking at Brandi with a puzzled look on her face.

Cookie: Weird.

Brandi: What is?

Cookie: He told me you signed up first and that's why I came back.

Brandi cracks a smile, slowly shaking her head.

Brandi: Sneaky bastard. You can act all nice, but deep down, he's the same Erik Staggs doing what he thinks right for business.

Cookie: Got us both here though.

Brandi: That it did.

Brandi raises her coffee cup and cookie does the same. The two knock them together and take a sip of the hot, yet now alcoholic beverages.

Cookie: So I have a question for ya.

Brandi looks up at Cookie.

Brandi: Yes, Bo is above average where it counts.

Cookie breaks in to a smile.

Cookie: Not my question, but nice to know, good job landing above average.

Brandi point to her chest.

Brandi: These things kinda helped, ya know. They're also above average.

Brandi picks up her drink, with a smile on her face as Cookie stares at her.

Cookie: My question was why did you walk away after that match? You know you things were on the up for you after winning Blast From The Past. That made you a legit main eventer.

Brandi slowly lowers her drink, looking at Cookie, choosing her words.

Brandi: Y'all know me, I'm an all or nothing person. Everyone who watched that match knew ah had it won, ah knew ah had it won, but something just happened and ah didn't finish the match early enough. It was mine for the takin' an' ah let the damn thing go on too long when ah shoulda finished it before the Mean Girls got involved. It was my fault for not getting it finished an' it played on ma mind way too much. Ah didn't wanna go through that shit again, wasn't worth mah time anymore. No one wanted to see ma ass on TV anymore, ah didn't wanna be on TV anymore. Ah was let down by ma'self an' ah didn't wanna do that anymore.

Cookie: So you just left? You know you would have got another shot at it.

Brandi: So it could happen again? No thanks darlin', once bitten an' all that bullshit. Killed ma interest in all this stuff. Wasn't worth it.

Cookie: What did you do after?

Brandi: Packed up ma stuff and went back on home to Lynchburg. Ah made good money from SCW, ah didn't need to do much, just have fun again.

Brandi smiles at Cookie.

Brandi: Ya know what? This shit ain't us, sitting in a coffee house.

Cookie: Mud wrestling?

Brandi: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!

The duo stand up as the scene fades to black

*******

Las Vegas - Tuesday Night.

On a balcony of a hotel room, Brandi Shotze looks down at the lights of Las Vegas, her mind deep in thought as lights blink. Her elbows rest on the balcony rail as she slowly shakes her head, a smile slightly crossing her face. She turns towards the camera, looking towards it as the Vegas skyline sits brightly behind her.

Brandi: Who woulda thought mah fat ass would end up back in ring again. Ah never thought I'd ever find mahself in an SCW ring again. Ah guess ya found out earlier but ah guess that's all water under the bridge now. Going from winning Blast From The Past II to being where ah'm today is a bruise on the ass what ya fall from that high. Enough to drive any bitch crazy but that call from Erik Staggs made ma eyes shoot open, because the amount of people in this ol' battle royal, friends and rivals was just too damn good to turn down.

Brandi reaches in to her pocket, pulling out a slip of paper before shrugging back at the camera.

Brandi: What? There's a boat load of people in this here thing, can't remember everyone after seven beers and a flash and half of the good stuff.

Brandi looks closely.

Brandi: Kittie... Kittie.... oh, Kittie, one who got tagged by Rage lately. Girl what the hell was you thinking?

Brandi looks at the camera, slowly shaking side to side.

Brandi: Stop moving the camera because ya shaking ya head cameraman. Do what porn starts do and aim the thing right, ok?

Brandi fires a thumbs up to the camera.

Brandi: Anyway, Kittie, crazy ol' sin, champion, good to see ya ass back in the ring. Ah know a lot of people wanted to see ya whole bag of craziness back in action for a long ass time. Ah've been watching the ol' SCW for a while and ah thought for a while that your ass has needed to be back in the ring, just to show these Barbie dolls and little models what real rassling was all about. Show those skinny little bitches who think looks are everything that looks mean pretty much fuck all when it comes to getting down and knocking some teeth out. I hope I'm way up close when ya get ya hands on one of them and see ya shake them like a stripper on a Saturday night.... by shake them, I mean the Barbie girls, not your tits, cause, well... you know...

Brandi looks down at the list again.

Brandi: Fuck, speaking of Barbie girls, if it isn't one of those lil' bitches that actually cost me the chance at winning the Bombshell title! Liz Smalls!

Brandi clenches her jaw

Brandi: Now I can't remember if your dumb little air head ass was involved that night, cause you know, the booze today, one day ya might just be old enough to drink when you can pull ya juvenile face away from Momma Smalls tits, but you was, are, whatever, a mean girl, past, present, future, I don't give a shit. That night, Mean Girls interfered and cost me winning that Bombshell title, cost me from actually having a huge achievement, and now ah get to get my hands on you little girl and ah can't wait because my hands are going round ya chicken neck and I'm gonna shake ya back to reality instead of that little dream world that y'all spend ya time in. Princess, if I was you, I'd run like Forrest Gump, cause these hands are gonna do something y'all never expect. They're gonna beat ya like ya a ginger stepchild. Y'all could have been a very different little girl if once in a while papa Smalls would have took a belt to your little skinny ass, but ah'ma tell ya this. Ah wouldn't be booking any magazine shoots for a lil' while because for a long time, y'all only have a face for radio.

Brandi takes two long deep breaths, closing her eyes to refocus for a second.

Brandi: It's not that ah hate everyone in this match, just Liz Smalls really. Bitch got a good education and can't spell for shit, sods law ah guess.

Brandi shrugs her shoulders, looking down at the list in front of her, a smile appearing on her face.

Brandi: Ahhh, someone ah wish was ma ginger stepchild is also in the match there, Emma Rose, don't worry ya ginger Kiwi, ah wouldn't beat ya... well, at least not with a belt, stick, frying pan, Mexican, or anything else that came to hand when I was near Liz Smalls, but maybe in ah match, ah'd give ya a damn good try. Been a while Kiwi, ya lost ma number since ya moved to that land over there across the sea? Doesn't matter cause ah'll be seein' ya on Sunday and we'll be making up for some lost time. Tell that fella of yours to lock up that liquor cabinet. It wasn't safe the first time round, not gonna be safe the second time around.

Brandi looks past the camera and at the cameraman.

Brandi: What? For all his cash, he coulda bought a better lock for it. Ah was in that ol' thing in under six seconds. New personal best.

Brandi looks back at the camera.

Brandi: Cookie's in the match too! Ah saw that lil' lady earlier today, and she hasn't changed a bit. Now just cause Cookie and ah used to be tag team champions, and good ol' friends for a long ass time, doesn't mean we have a game plan to throw y'all out together and get to the final two.... well, at least not yet anyway. She is the reason my ass agreed to doing this whole thing. She never got the damn credit she deserved or the chances that these little weedy bitches get, just because they have a different look, she deserved more, hell, more than me. It's gonna be ma pleasure to see that lady back in action again. Hell, maybe she'll wanna get the band back together at some point. How many more of these here people do ah have to talk about?

Brandi looks towards the cameraman.

Brandi: Four?

She holds up four fingers as the camera bops up and down.

Brandi: I'm finally back in freaking Vegas and I have to talk about four more instead of hitting the town? Fuck!

Brandi looks down at the paper once more.

Brandi: Can't read my own fucking writing. Faith... is it Faith?

The camera bops up and down as if to nod towards Brandi.

Brandi: Ah don't remember too much about her, ah remember her having like funky hair and holding the Bombshell roulette title for a time till those sell outs on Team Erik or whatever the fuck it was, took it from her, but other than that, ah don't know her, so ah don't really give a fuck. Just another body in the ring to throw around like a lil rag doll. Ah don't mind throwing these people over and out, if ah did, ah wouldn't have signed up for this shit, would ah? So erm, Faith, yeah, sorry lady but over the top rope for you.

Brandi looks down at the list again.

Brandi: Karina Koji's in this thing? Damn, someone's gonna get hurt in this one, god damn! This woman knows more spots to hurt someone than anyone else ah've ever met in my whole life. This bitch could stamp on ya toe and make y'all wisdom teeth hurt for a month after. Need a plan for her, cause she can slap on any ol' move from any position. Plan.... plan.... oooooh ah got one, knock her the fuck out! Can't put any ol' move on me if she can't see straight, move or stand up. Well that one was easier than ah thought. Just knock her the fuck out and there ain't no damn painful moves heading in ma way. Nothing against ya Karina but ain't no damn nerve holds put on my ass. Who we got left?

Brandi pulls the paper up to her face. Her eyes widen as she screws up the paper and throws it over her shoulder.

Brandi: Oh you are fucking kidding me, right? Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez? The bondage tickling freaks that used to spend every ol' promo tickling each other to the point of them pissing themselves? Fuck, y'all feel dirty just being in the damn ring with those two weirdos. Ah'm all for a bit of biting, hair pulling and lets face it, ah got an ass built for spanking but these two are just out of their damn minds. Whips, chains and feathers excite these two freaky ass bitches. Who in their mind would bring freaky dee and freaky dum back. Ah mean y'all punch them in the face, they'll probably get excited and leave wet patches in the ring.

Brandi moves away from the balcony rail.

Brandi: I can't talk about those two without feeling filthy. Down there is Vegas, down there is where my ass is going, drink those two off my mind.

Brandi walks towards the door, past the camera. She turns back, as she puts one foot in the door, looking deep down the camera.

Brandi: Sunday night is gonna get all kinds of fucked up, and ah'm not just talking bout those two bitches. People are gonna get hurt and ah'm gonna win that battle royal! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!

Brandi steps inside as the camera turns around, showing the lights of Las Vegas, before turning to black.

Climax Control Archives / Motivation

« on: June 07, 2014, 12:01:30 AM »

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.

Climax Control Archives / Interviews cut in to drinking time

« on: March 13, 2014, 12:47:59 PM »

Brandi Shotze sits in a make up chair, one of SCW's finest make up people walking behind her, looking at a selection of make up products. Brandi is wearing denim jeans, with rips in the knees, a black T-shirt, cowboy boots and a white cowboy hat. To Brandi's left, sitting in the next make up seat is Bo Dreamwolf.

Brandi: Tell me again, why the hell am I letting some chick throw powder on my face?

Bo looks at a bottle of make up, his eyes carefully reading the word on the bottle.

Brandi: Hey princess, we'll get you a whole bottle of that stuff when we get home. You can add it to your war paint collection.

Bo finally turns his head, looking at Brandi.

Bo: Did you say something?

Brandi: Yep, I did, by that long injun hair must have got in your ears, or that bottle was telling you a kick ass story. Lemme guess, the story was Pocahontas.

Bo can't help at smile at his 'rough around the edges' lady.

Bo: What did you ask?

Brandi turns her head back, seeing the make up artist picking up a large make up brush.

Brandi: Bring that near me and I'm biting your hand!

Brandi turns back to Bo.

Brandi: I said why the hell am I letting some chick throw powder on my face?

Bo: To look good for your interview with Pussy Willow. You've never done a sit down interview before.

Brandi: Yeah, for good reason too. I don't wanna sit there and pour emotions out, I wanna drink beer, grab asses and if the chance comes along, grab more asses.

Bo: Mr Underwood said this needed to be done, going in to the semi finals of the Blast From The Past II tournament. He wants the fans to know all their superstars a little better.

Brandi: Half the Bombshell roster does that, by getting their tits out. I could do that.

Bo: Brandi!

A look of surprise crosses the native Americans face.

Brandi: Well they do. I don't think the world could handle seeing these bad boys.

Brandi grabs a handful of her own chest and winks at Bo. The make up lady puts a brush by her face, but Brandi turn and bites towards her hand.

Brandi: Fucking warned you lady.

Brandi stands up as the woman back off. Brandi shakes her head, looking at Bo.

Brandi: Fuck this make up bullshit. Let's just go do this shit so we can go. I really need to focus on this match, because I wanna actually win this thing.

Brandi walks out of the room as Bo shoots the make up artist an apologetic look. Bo catches up with Brandi as she walks through the hall.

Brandi: Where's this interview room?

Bo: Three door down.

Brandi: Like the band?

Bo shrugs his shoulders as they reach the door. Brandi puts her hand on the handle and pushes the door open. Pussy Willow sits in a chair.

Brandi: What's up Pussy?

Brandi looks back at Bo.

Brandi: Yeah, that didn't sound right.

Brandi looks back to Pussy.

Pussy: Hey Brandi. Are you ready for this interview?

Brandi rolls her eyes and sighs.

Brandi: As ready as I'm ever gonna be.

Pussy: I know this is your first time doing this, but you don't need to be nervous.

A smile crosses Brandi's face.

Brandi: Haven't heard that since I was a teenager.

Pussy points to a seat opposite her and Brandi sits down. She looks around the room.

Pussy: Something wrong?

Brandi: Just checking for televisions. I don't want any crazy exs appearing on them and turning me in to a zombie like it did to my Aussie bitch last week.

Pussy: We had them removed after that.

Brandi nods, reassured.

Pussy: Are we ready?

The cameraman nods, and Pussy starts her introductions.

Pussy: Hello fans of SCW, I'm Pussy Willow and today. we bring to you an exclusive interview. With the Blast From The Past tournament reaching the semi finals, all eight combatants have become hot property within SCW. Today, we have a sit down interview with one of the four remaining Bombshells in the competition, Brandi Shotze.

Pussy turns away from the camera and towards Brandi.

Pussy: How are you doing, Brandi?

Brandi: Sober Pussy, and not sure I'm liking it.

Brandi smiles at Pussy.

Pussy: Let's talk about your return to SCW. How did it come about?

Brandi: A phone call from Christian. He wanted to add numbers and I have a verbal agreement with SCW that if I'm needed, I'll come back and I was needed so I come back.

Pussy: What have you been doing since you disappeared from our screens?

Brandi: Playing with a totem pole if you get what I'm saying.... well, course you get what I'm saying, you didn't get the name Pussy because ya parents just liked fucking.

Pussy laughs.

Pussy: If that was the case, that would mean your name is Brandi because your parents liked drinking.

Pussy and Brandi share a laugh but Brandi stops.

Brandi: They did.

Pussy stops laughing dead in her tracks.

Pussy: Oh...

A wide smile crosses Brandi's face.

Brandi: Damn lady, get the stick out of your ass, it was a joke.

A relieved look crosses Pussy's face.

Pussy: Oh thank God. Anyway, you've surprised a lot of people in the tournament so far, even earning praise from SCW legends, such as Misty, about your work.

Brandi: Yeah, that one surprised me, I thought either I was drunk as a skunk, or she was drunk as a skunk, or both. Misty isn't exactly known for giving out praise, or much else so it shocked me. I must be doing something right round here to have people sit up and take notice. It gives me a kick up the fat ass to go on and keep entertaining.

Pussy: You made a lot of wise cracks about Amy Marshall last week, is that what we can expect this week?

Brandi: I'm not gonna put a lampshade on my head or make ninja jokes, if that's what ya mean. Amy Marshall took my wise cracks as just that. I actually got a little more respect for Amy now. Ok, punk can go get on it's horse and ride outta town, but she's a challenge. That was last week, this is now this week and it's time to think about what's on the plate now.

Pussy: This week sees you in a huge match against one of the tournament favorites, Ben Jordan and Song.

Brandi: Everyone's a damn favorite depending on who you jaw jack with. The way I see it, I'm gonna be in the ring with two hot pieces of England's finest. Y'all heard that accent? Hell yeah that accent.

Brandi pulls the top of her shirt, indicating a rise in temperature.

Brandi: Everyone know what Ben Jordan is capable of. We all know he has a lot of talent and should be used more, but ma focus isn't on Ben Jordan, he's thinking of trying to beat Simon Jones, my focus is on defeating Song.

Pussy: Song is a well rounded wrestler.

Brandi: My ass is well rounded, takes a lot more then that, and does a lot of damage. Song is talented, but I think I'm better. When I came back for this tournament, I sat there and read up on every single person in SCW that's in the competition, male and female. I saw Song, I saw her teamed with Ben Jordan, I thought yeah, good enough, but it makes me more determined to take on and beat anyone put in front of me. Song is in front of me, Song will get hit so hard, she'll thing she's back in China without leaving the arena. I know you expect a joke, like I will knock the Chinese out of her and turn her in to a good ol' American girl before she knows it, but sometimes actions speak louder than words, and the actions of a redneck speaks louder than that.

Pussy: Do you believe you can go on and win the competition?

Brandi: Wouldn't be in it if I didn't think I couldn't win it. I wouldn't be training every single day if I didn't think I could get to that final and win the thing. Song stands in the way of that, and I have no intention of letting Simon Jones down. I will be making sure I do all I can to get to that final. This is gonna be Song's last moments in the Blast From The Past II competition, because I'ma make sure that I'm going through. Poor lil' lady not gonna know what in hell hit her.

Pussy: Let's talk about after the competition. Is there a chance that you'll be staying around if you win this competition?

Brandi: If I win this competition, Christian Underwood better be drawing up a big ol' contract to keep me here. Ah mean anyone who wins this competition and runs right after is a bit of a coward. Y'all win, y'all keep ya face around here.

Pussy: And if you don't win?

Brandi: Then I'm open to offers, but can you see Christian not putting a deal in front of me? I'm not thinking of the what if's, because I'm thinking of winning this whole damn thing. Y'all can put money on it. On Sunday, me and SCW's Heavyweight champion will be finding our way to the finals without a doubt. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.

Pussy: Thanks for your time Brandi.

The camera slowly fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Point to Prove

« on: March 06, 2014, 07:59:10 PM »

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.

Climax Control Archives / Jail...

« on: February 12, 2014, 02:59:27 AM »

The camera starts with a shot of the Gold Mine Gym, in Long Beach, California - The location of the next edition of Climax Control. The camera pulls away to see a mobile home, right in front of the main doors to the gym. The camera moves in closely to the white home, with dark tinted windows. Discarded beer cans litter the outside of the house on wheels, mostly by the door. The camera moves in towards the door as it opens, to show Brandi Shotze, standing in white denim shorts and a light blue T-shirt. Her hair is wild and messy, and no shoes on her feet. Brandi looks at the camera, her eyes half shut.

Brandi: Aw shit, cameraman, promo and all that shit.

Brandi shades her eyes from the sun.

Brandi: If I remembered this shit, I wouldn't have gone to that jazz club last night.... well I wouldn't have gone if I didn't mishear the word jazz, but not the point.

Before Brandi can continue, a police car pulls up outside of the mobile home. Brandi turns her attention to the two that step out, the first, a man in his mid thirties, the other, a young blonde female in her mid twenties. The two walk towards Brandi, as Brandi looks beyond the camera to the cameraman.

Brandi: I don't do well with authorities, so this might get a little wild, you have bail money, right?

The camera shakes from side to side.

Brandi: You have Christian's number though, right?

The camera moves up and down.

Brandi: Ok, if it gets to the point I have to shove his nightstick up his ass, y'all call Christian.

The police approach Brandi, the male taking the lead.

Policeman: Ma'am, we've had some complaint....

Brandi puts her hand up, stopping the officer in his tracks.

Brandi: Were the complaints about that ferret you got asleep on your head? Cause damn buddy, you should sue the con artist who made that wig.

The policeman's mouth opens, not sure how to respond to Brandi's comment. Brandi looks at the police woman instead.

Brandi: Yeah, he ain't got nothing left to say, your turn Barbie.

The police woman clears her throat.

Police woman: We've had complaints about your mobile home being parked here, it's illegal to have it parked here.

Brandi: Hell in some states sweetheart, it's illegal to kick a horse, but if it kicks me first, you can bet ya little flat chest that I'm kicking the damn thing back.

The police woman looks surprised by Brandi's comments, but continues anyway.

Police woman: It needs to be moved, not to mention all the littering, which I presume is yours.

The police woman points to the beer cans outside the mobile home. Brandi slowly shakes her head.

Brandi: What are you talking about darlin'? It was like that when I got here. In fact I parked right next to the beer cans, just because it reminded me of home. You know down south, they think you're poor if you don't have a pile of beer cans outside ya front door.

Brandi looks deadly serious at the police woman, but the man talks.

Policeman: They need to be cleaned up, and that thing needs to be moved.

Brandi looks back at the police officer with a smile.

Brandi: I forgot you was even standing there. I bet you was sneaking a peek at the ladies, while I walk talking away to Barbie, wasn't ya?

The police man looks shocked, shaking his head fast.

Policeman: No, I wasn't.

Brandi nods her head.

Brandi: You was, you have the look of a dirty old man that jumps out on people while wearing a brown trench coat. Lemme give you some advice there officer. If you're gonna jump out and wave the weeny around in public, please make sure the weeny can be seen by people without a magnifying glass, because looking at that peanut bulge you got there, you should stop being a dirty old man, you don't have the equipment.

The police officer moves towards Brandi.

Policeman: That's it, I've had enough of this.

Brandi looks at the cameraman.

Brandi: This is the point where you might wanna get Christian on the phone.

The policeman moves in closer to Brandi, who moves herself forward, the policeman, lightly brushing against her chest.

Brandi: He tried to grope the ladies!

Brandi lifts her knee, catching the policeman in the groin area. She flicks his hat off his head and lifts the wig from his head. She holds it towards the police woman.

Brandi: Knew it was a wig Barbie.

The police woman lifts the radio to her lips, calling for back up. Brandi turns back to the cameraman.

Brandi: Now this is the fun part, this is where lots of hunky police men all show up here and dive on me, throw me face first and cuff me. Every woman's dream.

Brandi turns her head towards the police woman.

Brandi: Might wanna tell them that ya in danger and need muscle men cops sweetheart, might as well make it worth my while.

Brandi switches her view back to the cameraman.

Brandi: Might wanna make that call now.

**********

Brandi sits behind the bars of the local police station cells. She lays on the bed, looking through the bars as people walk past. A policeman leads down a woman, short skirt, high heels, and a lot of make up on. Brandi sits up and slowly shakes her head as she looks at her walk past.

Brandi: They didn't nick that bitch for embezzlement.

Brandi calls out to a nearby police officer, a well built man.

Brandi: Hey Butch, any chance of a beer in here? My buzz is wearing off.

The man looks up and shakes his head.

Brandi: Well how about you take that shirt off and wave it above your head, give me a buzz in a different body part?

The policeman ignores Brandi, Brandi lays back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. A tap on the cell is heard.

Brandi: Oh, muscle cop has come back.

Brandi sits up to see an unhappy looking Christian Underwood staring at her. Brandi shrugs her shoulders.

Brandi: Meh, close enough.

Brandi sits up and looks at Christian.

Christian: Want to explain why I'm having to bail one of my wrestlers out of jail?

Brandi: Because Mark and Erik are too busy drilling spy holes in to the ladies locker room, so you was the only one free to come down here and rescue me?

Christian scratches his head.

Christian: Well I did see those two with power drills earlier....

Christian trails off, before looking at Brandi seriously.

Brandi: Last time I saw a look like that, I was about to get spanked and not in a good way. Here's how it happened. I saw police uniforms, then got the urge to be underneath a few of them, with big muscle men in the uniform, just for the hell of it, so I kneed a cop in the balls, turned him in to a farmer.

Christian: A farmer?

Brandi: Yeah, gave him a couple of acres. Anyway, it did the trick and it was so worth it.

Christian: I'm disappointed.

Brandi: That you didn't think of it first?

Christian: A little bit.

Brandi: Next time, we'll do it together and someone else can bail us out.

Christian: Like Bo.... where is Bo?

Brandi stands up, moving towards the bars.

Brandi: Teaching. It's what humping bull does when he's not wrasslin'. Now, any chance y'all can get me outta here and get me in the drunk tank? I tried to get in there earlier, but wasn't drunk enough. Told them to get me a six pack and gimme half an hour and I will be but they looked at me like I was crazy. Folk in Cali wouldn't know a joke if it came and bit them right on their asses!

Christian: They don't share your southern wit.

Brandi: Nope, but sure as shit seem like a lot of them only share three brain cells and two of those ain't working right.

Christian: This is the only time I'm bailing you out.

Brandi: Don't worry your sweet little man lovin' ass about it, next week, Cookie might be around, she'll keep me out of trouble.... or join in, depending on how hammered we get.

Christian signals the nearest officer, the "muscle cop" and points to the cage door.

Brandi: Ah, he's no fun, I tried to get him to get his pecs out and he ignored me.

The cop walks over, unlocking the cage door and sliding it open before winking at Christian. Brandi shakes her head.

Brandi: Well that just explains everything. You got a wink and you don't even have a pair o' T-Bombs.

Christian smiles at Brandi.

Brandi: He prefers a D-Bomb and I don't have one of them!

The cop gives Brandi a funny looks, but Christian puts his hand on Brandi's shoulder.

Christian: Can we get out of here before you get arrested again?

Brandi: With them thoughts going through your head about muscle man there, I ain't gonna be the one getting arrested.

Christian turns away, leading Brandi out.

Brandi: I know you turned away to show him your ass.

Christian: Shush!

The scene fades as Christian smiles.

**********

Outside the mobile home, albeit, in a different location than earlier, night time falls. The moon shines down on Brandi as she sits in the doorway, looking out on the area she's parked in. A hip flask sits next to her, while she holds a beer can in her hand - yes, the same brand as you may or may not have earlier. Brandi looks in to the camera.

Brandi: Now I was gonna do this in the day time, but I had a little problem with the law, so now we had to put a light on that ol' camera and you get to talk to me in the dark. Now y'all got to see the fun side of me, but here's to the bitches who don't remember me. I'm like a coin, I got two sides, I got the fun lovin' Brandi, that could drink y'all ass under the table, and I got that side of me, that likes smacking holes through people. It's all good fun being the party girl, but I love to smash some uptight bitch in the chops, to bring her down to reality. Now I still keep my eye on SCW and I see all these new faces I haven't had the pleasure of smacking, and I hear about this Blast From The Past II Tournament and you know what I think?

Brandi takes a sip of beer.

Brandi: I think YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! Fucking eh!

Brandi cracks the can between her fingers.

Brandi: Felt like forever for those teams to come out but I get a straight up Englishman, who sounds fuck all like Hugh Grant, I can live with that just about, then I see the other teams, shake my head and think I got a chance in this thing. So I check out the little preview and see I'm against some wise guy rapper and some bitch who's less active than I am and I haven't been in an SCW ring in a long ass time, standing in my way.

Brandi waits for a few seconds before continuing.

Brandi: Now I know Simon's gonna smack the shit out of Ringo, but I just have one thing to say to Ringo. You look like you're thirty five for fucks sake, and rapping? Grow the fuck up numb nuts, you're not even any good at it and rapping is a young man's game. Time for you to turn in the bling, go buy yourself a folk guitar and act ya fucking age. I'm actually embarrassed for ya, hate to think what ya family must feel like.

Brandi puts the beer down and picks up the flash, unscrewing the top and taking a gulp. She puts the cap back on and puts the flask back on the floor next to her.

Brandi: Needed something stronger to wash the image of an old looking man trying to make words rhyme. Just yikes!

Brandi shudders.

Brandi: So yeah, that embarrassment out of the way, let's focus on that chick they call Lizzie Short. Now I didn't know this until I was informed by someone, that Lizzie is a bitch that swings both ways, that will fuck anything that wants to throw her a sympathy lay. I bet you left a big nasty patch where ever you was sitting when you found out your skinny ass was gonna be in the same ring as me and the girls

Brandi grabs her chest.

Brandi: I bet you sat there, got a little tingle down south, knowing me and the girls was gonna be up close to you on Sunday, but sorry, your skinny ass does less for me than a woman does for Christian. If your hands even come close to touching my babies, I hope you've got a good dentist, cause I'll be knocking a hole so big in those teeth of yours, you'll be able to park a bus in there. There must be a reason your lil' ass never gets on a show unless ya sucking up to Kennedy. I think the reason is pretty simple, other than the fact y'all face looks like it's been smacked flat with a frying pan repeatedly, but my guess sweetheart, is you're just not that good. My guess is you have nothing to offer that's different from so many other characters, people just don't wanna see you. It's pretty desperate that you have to be involved in another couples relationship, cause you're a little bit too rough around the edges to get one of your own.

Brandi picks up her beer can.

Brandi: I know, almost like the pot calling the kettle black. I know I ain't winning first prize in no beauty contest, but at least my face don't have a tiny lil' ass sitting on the front of it. Just means when I get in the ring with you on Sunday, I get to beat two asses.

Brandi takes a gulp of her beer, crushing the can between her fingers and throws it on to the floor.

Brandi: Gonna probably get arrested again for that, so Christian, if ya watching, same time tomorrow.

Brandi picks up her flask, her fingers on top of the cap.

Brandi: The truth is little Miss Short, your last name shows you how long your SCW career is gonna be after I'm done with ya, because y'all see that wrestling is just not for you. Y'all see that you'll be better off flipping burgers, or serving me beer, because wrasslin' ain't gonna be for you after Sunday. You'll be looking for a new career by the time I'm done whooping ya ass all around that gym. Y'all see that the game ends for you real soon. Sorry bitch, you're just the first who gets her ass kicked by the returning me.

Brandi flips the top off the flask.

Brandi: See you Sunday, feel free to have nightmares between now and then, cause you're gonna hurt like hell come Monday.

Brandi drinks from the flash as the scene fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Singapore is noisy!

« on: August 15, 2012, 08:36:52 PM »

A bustling city is seen and the camera focuses down a noisy street. The camera picks up the two figures of Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores, both with their tag team titles over their shoulders, walking through a busy marketplace. Noise comes from all corners of the market, many people trying to sell their wares

"God damn this is noisy as hell in this part of the world" Brandi says, not looking at Cookie

"There's worse places we can be wrestling" Cookie replies to her friend.

"I'm just glad they booked us in a proper place to wrestle this time, if they got us wrestling in this market or somewhere like that, I could end up with fish down my cleavage or something" Brandi replies

Cookie smiles across at Brandi

"Worse places you could have fish" Cookie say.

The duo stops as a man stands in front of Brandi, looking at her chest.

"Yeah, they're called tits pal" Brandi says, staring harshly at the man "I was at the front of the line when God was handed them out, so fuck off"

The man scuttles away in to the crowd, Brandi looks back at Cookie.

"Five million people in this country, you'd have thought they'd have seen a pair of tits before" Brandi says with a shrug.

"Probably never seen a pair that size before" Cookie remarks "Seems like everywhere we go, people stare at them"

"Cause they all wanna play with the boulders without a word" Brandi says with a shrug

"Speaking of people playing with your boulders" Cookie starts "Wanna tell me about Bo?"

Brandi stops walking and looks at Cookie

"Ummmm" Brandi says with a smile.

"Meeting his family already" Cookie comments

"His family are nice, but I just wanna play cowboys and Indians with Bo. He can tie me up, do a little war dance and whatever else he wants with me tied up" Brandi says with a wink.

"Wanna play with his tomahawk?" Cookie asks

"Well I had a hand close by and that is a weapon that can cause some serious damage!"

Cookie laughs out loud

"His back seemed to hurt, but I had nothing to do with that" Brandi says quickly

"You just wanna give him a groin strain" Cookie says with a wink

"Strain, pull, tug, same thing" Brandi replies confidently. "I think we really need to build up his booze tolerance or something, cause let's just say drinking contests aren't his strong point. If I want him under the table, I don't want him passed out under there"

"I saw the promo, I know what happened" Cookie says "You rocked the cruise ship"

Brandi turns away from Cookie

"Uh uh" Brandi says brushing it off.

"Details please" Cookie says batting her eyelashes.

Brandi smiles at Cookie

"Ask Bo" She says quickly

"Oh yeah, that's gonna go down well" Cookie says

"Yeah, just walk up to him and say hi Bo, did you play a game of hide the sausage with my friend?" Brandi says with a laugh.

Cookie shakes her head. A market stall catches Cookie's eye.

"I'll be back" Cookie says.

Cookie walks away and Brandi turns to face a gold plate on the stall. Brandi moves closer to the plate as her face appears in the plate. The face in the plate shakes her head, while Brandi looks at it closer, narrowing her eye as the lips of Brandi in the plate move.

"Well done Brandi, well done. You defeated four nobodies and kept those titles without even stamping on someone's face. Well done to you. Damn shame you need to hurt someone to actually keep your titles in your next defense on Sunday"

Brandi shakes her head at "gold plate Brandi". While she just smirks.

"Look at what you have to deal with this week. You have a woman like Bianca Solderini in the ring with you, a woman who is very emotional, very highly strung lately, a woman who needs that gold to get the credit she craves. She got beat by Vixen but defeat doesn't make these kinda people back off and hide, it makes them more determined, more dangerous then they were before and you're in the way of that Brandi. She wants to kick start a career with gold. Gold does that to people, it got you noticed by winning those things, by defending those things, she wants the same, she wants to be noticed and that gold you possess, that's what will get her noticed Brandi. She needs this title more then you, she wants this title more then you can stop it. You have to do something drastic in this one, you have to put a whole world of hurt on Bianca, you have to beat her so badly, that this will be her first, and last match on this tour, because she's gonna come at ya, she's gonna try and use you as an example Brandi. If you don't hurt her, she will hurt you and you will look fucking stupid Brandi, you don't want that, do you?"

Brandi shakes her head as the Brandi in the gold plate continues.

"And Trish Newborn, Trish fucking Newborn Brandi. Have you seen this woman before? She's got more titles to her name then most woman wrestlers will EVER have, including you. She might have struggled in SCW so far but this woman is talent. This woman is working at fifty percent of how good she really is, if she turned it up, she will rule this place, pissing over people like you. She's made a career out of beating better people then you in her career. The only reason she's screwed the pooch in SCW, is because she's too busy looking at that other fed and putting it before SCW, when holding an SCW title will mean so much more, but after failing against Kittie, she's gonna lift that fifty percent to one hundred percent and you're in the firing line. Let's be honest, you're fucked here, she's gonna try and break you apart. You need to break her arm, or rip her knee out of it's socket, stop her from taking that gold. Do it early in the match, as soon as you or she's gonna get ya. Do it Brandi, send her back to the minor league she puts before the major, send her back there with the others who can't handle being in SCW. Make them feel pain Brandi, you know you still got it in you, or I wouldn't be here. Break them both Brandi, break them both"

Brandi moves closer to the gold plate.

"Fuck you" She tells the Brandi in the plate

"Fuck who?" Cookie says, appearing behind Brandi

Brandi turns around.

"Oh, no one" Brandi stumbles out "Let's get out of this place, I think I need a beer"

Brandi and Cookie walk away as the camera fades out

(OOC: Sorry for the less then usual quality, time has been my enemy this week)

Supercard Archives / Mirror Brandi is a bitch

« on: July 30, 2012, 05:11:09 PM »

The scene starts with a shot of the SCW Bombshell tag team championship titles. The camera moves up to show Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores just looking at each other and smiling as the title belts rest on a table in front of them. The camera moves around the scene to show a room in a house, a kitchen, a very modern kitchen with shiny black marble work surfaces and stainless steel cooking appliances. Brandi smiles as she looks at the title.

"Now this is something" Cookie says, making Brandi sit up straight and look at her.

"Fuck yeah baby" Brandi starts, her voice excited "These sons of bitches are ours, they're ours and no one can take them from us"

The more wrestling savvy Cookie smiles

"Title runs don't last forever" Cookie says "Some don't last that long at all"

Brandi nods her head

"I know, but this one will" She says confidently "Fucking champion here Cookie. It's our titles now, there ain't no Barbie girl bitch gonna take these babies from us. I'm happy to smash my way through the roster to keep 'em"

Cookie can't help but smile

"Well, enjoy them while you can, competition is hard here in SCW, one of the toughest places I've ever been"

Brandi flicks her head up, curling the left side of her lip up

""I'd like to see them come and try and take this from me"

"Attached much?" Cookie asks with a laugh

"I never got in this business to get titles, just to feed that violent side of me that makes me wanna stamp on pretty little faces, but since we got the two beauties, and I'm not talking about my tits, these other two beauties, things may have changed in my mind and I might wanna win more and more titles here" Brandi says proudly "Also, I wanna still stamp on pretty little faces."

Cookie nods, having learned to let Brandi rant when she feels the need

"Well we have some tough competition at Summer XXXTreme you know" Cookie informs her friend

"Well spank my ass and call me Susan" Brandi says "Who are we facing?"

"The Freakettes" Cookie says with a nod of her head to the left

""Those bitches? Come on, they ain't done shit to even be in this company let alone be a threat" Brandi fires back

"And the lethal lottery team of Jessie Salco and Miss Evangelista" Cookie says with a nod of her head to the right.

Brandi's face scrunches up

"I hate repeating myself but they ain't done shit either here either, and shouldn't get a shot" Brandi shoots towards Cookie.

Cookie shrugs at Brandi.

"In the bosses we trust I guess" Cookie says casually

Brandi rolls her eyes

"Nobodies who wouldn't get a title shot if they other bitches here wasn't tied up beating the hell out of each other" Brandi says "I mean really, these two, one match each against each other and that earns them a shot? Which one of them if blowing someone involved in booking this shit?"

Brandi shakes her head

"I wouldn't worry about them" Cookie says "I've seen this stuff all before, it's one good, one bad, one with morals, one without. It's like a classic fight of good vs evil within one team. They'll explode before they even get near the ring against us, leaving us to del with the Freakettes"

"Who?" Brandi asks

"Freakettes" Cookie replies

"Oh, the ones who's manager is a friend of the bosses, get booked and piss on the bosses by no showing?" Brandi asks seriously

"If you say so" Cookie replies uncomfortably.

"Yeah, they earned a shot" Brandi sarcastically says.

"You just gotta remember..." Cookie says imparting wisdom on Brandi "Lethal lottery teams will get thrown together all the time to challenge, we just gotta be ready all the time to knock them down"

"And stamp on their faces" Brandi replies quickly

"That too" Cookie says with a shrug "But the main thing is to remain ready for the challenge of everyone. You never know who's gonna be thrown together and thrown at us"

"They should throw Bo and Wyatt at us, I'll just lay there and let them land on me" Brandi says with a wink

Cookie rolls her eyes

"Is that all you think about?" Cookie asks with a smile

"Nope" Brandi replies quickly "I think of booze too"

"Booze and men, nice combo" Cookie comments

"Yeah, you need both at the same time for some men, cause I wouldn't fuck half the people in this world without alcohol" Brandi replies with a straight face.

A phone rings in another room.

"I'll be back" Cookie says.

Cookie stands up and leaves the room, Brandi rubs her hand on her chin.

"Guess I better call Odette" She says to no one "Explain some shit"

Brandi pulls her phone out of her pocket and taps on some buttons, hitting a speed dial button. Brandi rolls her eyes as she waits.

"Fucking voicemail" Brandi bemoans "Ah well, might as well, if she don't get it, maybe she can listen again"

Brandi clears her throat and a beep is heard.

"Odette, Brandi, seen you've been very quiet since last night. Yeah, last night was a bitch but your partner was a bigger bitch. Remind me to knock her teeth down her throat next time I see her. I guess all that shit works out well for you, moved right up to the top, good luck with that. Ok, well I guess I should explain some shit to you, being as things have been a little shitty between us lately"

Brandi takes a deep breath

"Here's the thing, I haven't always been a party girl, I haven't always been the cock chasing, booze hound that you see every time you come in to work. To not put a finer point on things being as I'm as blunt as a broken pencil anyway, I'm violent Odette, I've got issues, anger issues, issues that make me wanna hurt people, issues that could in the future make me wanna hurt you. I don't want to hurt you but ya know, I can't control who I beat up or not. It started years ago, when some prick tried to take advantage of a broke Brandi, and you know what I did? I broke his face, really broke his face. The sad sick thing is, when I had his blood on my hands, I liked it. It was like a roaring buzz I can not control at times. SCW has evened me out a little but I still feel the urge, I still feel the urge to hurt and destroy people. I don't mean to... I don't, but the rush, oh my god the rush Odette is like no other."

Brandi pauses

"I mean it's like the best sex of your life twice in half an hour, it's overpowering. You wanted to know about me, well, I'm not a few sandwiches short of a picnic, at times, I'm a picnic short of a picnic. If I have been shitty with you, it's to stop the urge of hurting you. Now I've been open and honest with you, bout time you did the same and was open and honest with Cookie and I about why you pissed on us to join the New Xtremes. I hope I hear from you soon, cause I think Cookie and I deserve an answer on why you walked from a great idea with friends to join a bunch of people you don't even know"

Brandi shakes her head, as if to snap out of something

"Anyway, drop me a message or something, you got a lot of people worried about ya after last night."

Brandi hits a button on the phone, ending the call and simulatainously letting out a sad sigh. Cookie returns to the room.

"Are you ready to go celebrate winning these things?" Cookie asks.

"Just a second" Brandi replies "little girls room"

Cookie points in a direction leading out of the room.

"Second door on the right" Cookie instructs

Brandi walks out of the kitchen, following Cookie's instructions and enters the second door on the right, showing a huge looking bathroom. Brandi walks towards the sink and turns the water on, washing her hands and looking in to a huge mirror. An image appears in the mirror, of a woman looking like Brandi, maybe a few years younger.

"Well haven't you done well for yourself" The mirror Brandi says "Out of the south and in to the north, champion and everything. You should be so proud of yourself if you actually earned those titles"

Brandi looks up, staring at herself in the mirror

"But this is where you go soft Brandi, this is where you lose your focus because of those bright shiny belts. You stop wanting to hurt people and start playing nice to have the honor of a champion. Shame on you Brandi, shame on you. You're not even gonna go out there and hurt those fools trying to take it from you because you wanna fight fair now, right? Little Brandi from the trailor park wants to place all nice nice, mending bridges with her friends that slow her down and losing the urge to kill, almost becoming human"

Brandi shakes her head at the mirror image

"Shake your head all you want, doesn't mean a thing to me. Means nothing actually, because your killer instinct is slipping away. The Freakettes and Jessie Salco and Miss Evangelista are gonna make mince meat outta you Brandi on that cruise ship, absolute mince meat and take your little titles away from you and make you look stupid. You lost it the second you made friends, the second you became a party girl and not who you really are. You remember me, right? I was you, that girl who went out and beat the shit outta people for being anywhere near me, that was you Brandi, that's who I am and you're losing me, which will make you a no one, nothing special, a loser with no edge, no instinct, someone who will be beaten by the half assed glorified jobbers you're gonna be facing. You need to make a statement Brandi and take these four out, beat them in to nothingness, beat them in to the ground. Feel that blood on your hands again from those four, you need it, you need the rush, you need the power rush. Those titles won't give you all you need, you need more, so much more, more then before. You need to cause damage to be able to keep those titles or they will be gone. Come on Brandi, you need it"

Brandi shakes her head at the mirror and speaks

"I will keep my title, without sending someone to the hospital for reconstructive surgery. Now fuck off, I got places to be" Brandi says to the mirror

Brandi walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and the scene fades to black

Climax Control Archives / What's a title change between friends?

« on: July 26, 2012, 09:59:03 PM »

A local honky tonk bar in Tenessee, Garth Brook's "Ain't Going Down Till The Sun Comes Up" blasts through the speakers, filling the room with country twang. The saloon doors open up and Cookie S'Mores is seen walking in, looking around at the scene around her. Cookie raises her eyebrows, as she looks at men and women, dressed in typical cowboy attire. Cookie walks over to the bar, looking at the barman and waiting for his attention to turn towards her. As the man turns around, he's seen to be in his mid twenties, with long hair and muscular arms.

"Hey, can I find Brandi Shotze here and can I have your phone number?" Cookie asks with a smile

The barman smiles back and points to the corner of the bar. Cookie turns around and sees Brandi Shotze about to take a shot on the pool table. She pulls back the cue and slams it hard in to the white ball, sinking the black in the right middle pocket. Brandi raises her arm in victory as a man walks past, placing a fifty dollar bill on the table. Brandi picks it up and puts the money down her cleavage.

"Fucking sucker" Brandi mumbles to herself

Brandi smiles widely

"Who's next to pay up?" Brandi asks a crowd before her

A mumble amongst the crowd is heard, but no one steps forward for the challenge. Brandi shrugs her shoulders and walks over, picking up a beer from a nearby table. She turns around to see Cookie standing looking at her

"Cookie?" Brandi says slowly

Brandi approaches Cookie

"What the fuck are you doing down here?"

Brandi hugs her tag team partner. Cookie wraps her arms around Brandi for a few seconds

"I come down here to find you" Cookie says "You've kind of gone a bit of the grid a bit lately"

Brandi scratches her head and puts her arm on Cookie's shoulder, leading her away to a quieter part of the honky tonk. Brandi points at a seat at a low table and Cookie nods, taking a seat. Brandi sits opposite her, waving to a waitress, putting two fingers in the air to signal for two beers. The waitress nods and walks away. Cookie puts her hand under her chin, waiting for an explaination. Brandi crunches her face a little.

"The voice came back" Brandi says

"The TV show?" Cookie replies

Brandi shakes her head

"That one that tells me to hurt people for real. It came back in our last match, when we had a tag title shot, it told me to do some bad things, I had to stop myself" Brandi says slowly

"Thought that was the point of wrestling?" Cookie says with slight concern

"It was but it's not working as well as I want. Only time it really shuts the fuck up is when I'm on the booze." Brandi replies

"You can't be constantly drunk" Cookie says

"Why not? It's awesome" Brandi replies quickly

The waitress returns to the table, placing the two beers in front of the duo. Brandi picks ones up and takes a drink.

"I thought about quitting" Brandi says

Cookie laughs out loud.

"you'll never give up drinking!" Cookie says with a laugh

Brandi closes her eyes

"Not that, giving up drinking, very sobering thought but no, not drinking Cookie, wrestling" Brandi says, slight fear in her voice at the thought of giving up drinking

"What?" Cookie says surprised

"Yep, wrestling." Brandi says seriously

"I thought it was every rednecks dream to kick ass and get paid for it" Cookie says, her tone turning a little more serious

"It is but you know, it's not that I mind not getting booked every week, it means I'm high on the call list for promo events, I like that. I like being home more then running around California and Nevada, but I fear I will hurt someone, I fear the next opponent I have, I may hurt"

Cookie looks slightly uneasy

"You're not gonna like this" Cookie says, as uneasy as she looks

Brandi stops drinking and stares at Cookie, her eyebrow raised

"Well?" Brandi asks slowly

"It's against Carly and Odette for the Bombshell tag team titles"

Brandi puts her beer down on the table, running her fingers through her long hair

"Dirty Country, eh?" Brandi says with a strange smile heading across her face.

"Not the reaction I expected" Cookie replies

"I like Odette, it's the other bimbo I don't like, trust, or anything like that, she's way too quiet, almost loner. I get the feeling me and her will get in to it"

"So you're over the whole stable thing?" Cookie asks

"No, no I'm not, I feel cheated in that sense. She knew about the first ever all female stable in SCW and she pissed on that to join them lot? No, I'm not happy still and not all over that. No heads up, no change of plans, just walked away to join those guys. Not happy, but that will drive me to take those titles. We'll call it compensation for that action"

"Either way, we gotta get back to Vegas, you gotta get ready for this match, we have to keep those voices under control so we can walk away with those titles. It will be a big thing for us to have the titles, and show SCW we're not just here to make up the numbers. We can send out a clear message to the whole of SCW with this one" Cookie says, allowing herself to get slightly excited.

Brandi drinks deeply from her beer bottle.

"Sounds good, eh?" Cookie says with a smile

Brandi nods in agreement

"It would be nice but what happens if I hurt the wrong one? What happens if the voice returns and I can't seem to control it? I could put Odette in hospital or worse. I mean really put her in the hospital for a long time"

Cookie picks up her beer, taking a sip and making an unimpressed face as she puts it down.

"Well, we'll have to make sure that doesn't happen." Cookie replies

"How?" Brandi asks

"Handcuffs" Cookie replies with a wink.

Brandi nods with approval

"You kinky bitch you!" Brandi says loudly "I knew there was a reason I liked you"

The two pick up their beer bottles and knock them together.

"I think we need more then handcuffs though" Brandi says casually

Cookie raises her eyebrow

"Now who's the kinky bitch?" Cookie says with a smirk

Brandi raises her hand

"Never claimed to be anything else" Brandi replies

The two knock their bottles together once more as the scene fades

A parking lot is seen, and a pick up truck with paint scrapped down the side. The camera moves around to the back of the truck to see the tail down and Brandi sitting in the back of it, with a couple of empty beer bottles down the side next to her and an unopened six pack next to her. She takes one out and unpops the bottle cap and tosses it near the empty bottles. She takes a huge gulp and looks down the camera, talking in her redneck twang.

"I find myself in between a rock and a hard place here, see I got told I get a chance to get back in the ring and bitch slap some bitches, then I find out one of them is Odette Ryder."

Brandi sighs

"I struggle to find the motivation to hate you Odette like I do with so many. I know I say hate, but when I get in the win, I wanna look at every opponent like they've just fucked my fella or something, I wanna hate in the ring, I want that motivation to drive myself forward to hurt people and to win matches but you're so damn sweet and cutesy and all the rest of it, it's hard to really wanna beat the shit out of you, it's hard to wanna talk about beating the shit outta of your pretty self, but well, something in me thinks you owe me Odette, that you owe Cookie something. Remember when you first came here, remember when you knew no one, and just seemed to hit it off with me and Cookie? Remember those days before people started swarming to you like flies around shit? Remember those conversations we had?"

Brandi pulls the beer bottle to her lips, taking a gulp before lowering the bottle and wiping her mouth.

"I remember them well, the talk of the all female stable Odette, remember that? Yeah, I do. I remember well and what happened? You pissed off to join that band of losers without even a word to us. You left us without a word, and joined them, why? Why Odette? Why? You walked away from us, I don't like that. Is it a surprise that I have not exactly been overly friendly like before, since then? You walked away, is that who you really are? Are you really that person who leaves friends behind to hang around with the New XTremes? Thanks for that Odette, is that what friendship is to you? Ride along until something else comes along. Fucking disappointing girl. What get's me, is that you never even came to us to talk to us Odette to mention it, to explain why, hurts a little, it feels like bullshit"

Brandi closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath

"Look at what you've surrounded yourself with. You have a woman who used to be a big fish in a small pond, that is now struggling to swim in this bigger pond around bigger sharks, you have a seven foot guy who, although has had a title or two, has lost as many as he's won and a leader who has been signed to this company for months and not had a single match at all. He spends more time hyping that fucking NWA bullshit, then being in the fed that actually pays him. This is what you've walked in to, this is what you've ditched us to the side of the road for.... This shower of shit, who have done fuck all as a stable since they formed. Misty went, Jordan went, it's just constant rebuilding to still sit there and do fuck all. That makes me and Cookie so loved, we so appreciate that. I like Casey, Spike and Vixen on a personal level but this is business and on a business level, these guys have done nothing. You coulda been part of the first female stable, started a trend, instead you stepped in to a stable too late to save."

Brandi takes another gulp of beer, finishing the bottle and placing it next to the empties

"I think you owe us Odette, I think you owe us at least an explanation on why you joined those guys, a heads up would have been nice but an explanation would be great. Thing is now, something came over me when we had our first match against each other. I never wanted to worry about championship titles, they make you do crazy things like turn on people, they corrupt people, force them to damn near kill themselves to win, hold on to, or lose them, but when I got that close Odette, that close to holding that title, so so close, it made me want it. Made me wanna say to hell with all the bullshit tags that come along with it and just take the damn gold. You was the better person that night, you, but this time around, it's gonna be slightly different, because I want the gold. I wanna be somebody, I want the fame. We'll be even after I take your title Odette, very even.

Brandi pops off the cap from another bottle

"I wanna talk about your partner now Odette, but erm, who is she? She's hardly been vocal, do you even know who she is? I mean she turns up, fights, looks like a complete bitch face and fucks off again in to the shadows. Time to show your face Carly so I can leave a hole in it. Sounds harsh, but it's not. I don't like you, never have, probably never will. There's something about you that makes me wanna punch you repeatedly in the face over and over, just something about your face."

Brandi takes a mouthful of beer.

"Being as you have that face I wanna punch, the title I wanna wear, I might as well punch you in the face and take that title. I mean it's there so I might as well do and take it. I just simply don't like you. It looks like it you smile, you're break your face or something, but have no fear, I'll break your face for you. I don't mind, I got a couple of strong hands and a bad temper, I think I can fuck that face of yours up a little bit without too much trouble. It's brilliant, they pay me to do this shit."

Brandi smiles

"I know you're a little southern girl, so you should be getting ready for that good ol' Southern ass whooping I'm about to bring your way girly. Not just any kinda whooping, that southern asswhooping and then some. I'm not playing games Carly, I'm gonna go out there and stomp the shit outta you Carly. Mostly because I don't like ya, but also cause I want that title, and I want to be noticed, and I wanna hit that cruise a champion. I will hit that cruise as a champion, I want it so bad Carly, so bad, I don't really give a flying fuck if you get hurt or not. Actually couldn't care less if you get hurt or not, really couldn't, so this is where I think you need to get ready Carly, get your affairs in order, write a will, be ready for the fight of your life because this one is not gonna be for the faint hearted"

Brandi stops for a second

"Odette, I'm sorry, Carly, I'm not so sorry, I will be taking the titles from you, Odette, you're invited to the after party, Carly, you're not. New tag team champions, The Party Girls...."

Brandi raises the beer bottle zz

"YEAAAAAAAAAH!"

Cookie appears from behind the pick up truck.

"Ready to head back to SCW?" Cookie asks

Brandi nod as she jumps off the truck, picking up the unopened beers and putting her hand on Cookie's shoulder as the scene fades out

Supercard Archives / Get out of my head!

« on: June 12, 2012, 06:38:09 PM »

A street scene is seen, people bustling about the tourist trap known as Las Vegas. The camera shuffles around to show the faces of The Party Girls, Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores. We pick up the conversation, in the middle.

"I know this is your home town but it's not mine, only thing I need to know about Vegas is where the bars are and where the ring is" Brandi informs her team mate.

Cookie shakes her head at Brandi.

"Vegas has so much more to offer than cheap booze you know" Cookie replies

"I know" Brandi says turning her head "Has men in mud too and so many all male strip clubs"

Cookie again shakes her head

"Is that all you think about?" She asks Brandi

"Yep" Brandi quickly replies "Cocks, shots and beating people up. It's not a bad life after all"

Brandi and Cookie stop next to a fountain, spraying water in to the warm Las Vegas air. Cookie looks at Brandi seriously.

"You're from a little small town, right?" Cookie says

"Yes detective, I am" Brandi replies sarcastically.

"My point is, you wouldn't get all this is a little small town, the glitz of Las Vegas is what you need to experience rather than the bars of Las Vegas" Cookie quickly says

"And the strip clubs" Brandi replies quickly

"Those too" Cookie says while rolling her eyes "The fact is Brandi, you could see so many great things here in Vegas, without waking up with a hangover in the morning"

"I don't wake up in the morning with a hangover" Brandi protests "I wake up in the afternoon with a hangover, big difference Cookie"

"You're not getting it" Cookie says with an exhale "I think you should see more of Vegas"

Brandi looks around the street, looking at the casinos that line the road. She scratches her head and looks back to Cookie

"Ok, had a look around" Brandi says with a smirk "Can we go drinking now?"

"No" Cookie replies "Las Vegas isn't all about Casinos, it's got art, culture, lots of it to be exact. Museums too"

Brandi puts her finger in her mouth, the universal sign of being sick.

"That shit's just boring" Brandi replies "You tried to get me doing that culture shit in Paris, was I impressed with it? Nooooooo, was I impressed with the whole song and dance routine? Nooooooo. Brandi and culture do not mix, bourbon and ice, that mixes just nicely for me."

"How about a golf course?" Cookie offers

"Can you see me seeing a golf ball over my monster tits?" Brandi says while staring at Cookie "Golf balls, tiny, my tits, massive, think about it, I wouldn't see the damn thing"

"You're not making this easy" Cookie remarks

"I know" Brandi says with a smile "But I'm not one of these people who jump out and do whatever because I'm in a new town. It's all nice and all, but I kinda live here now"

"You live in a hotel" Cookie reminds Brandi

"Sure as hell better than where I came from before." Brandi says "They think you're a billionaire if your house doesn't have wheels."

"Well, let's show you something Vegasy" Cookie says

The two look up at a casino sign, "The Golden Nugget"

"Do you know how to gamble?" Cookie asks

"Not really" Brandi replies "But lets find out"

The duo walk in to the casino. A couple of hours later, the two walk out, Brandi holding two wads of cash in her hand, she looks at Cookie.

"Wasn't so tough" Brandi says with a smile as the scene fades

The scene restarts with Brandi sitting at a vanity table, staring in a mirror just staring at herself. Her voice is heard, but she doesn't move her lips.

"Look at you, look how you've changed, well done to you for keeping the mind under control, for keeping those emotions in check, but when you left the south, this wasn't the way it was meant to go, was it Brandi? It wasn't meant to be all friendships, girlie night outs and being who you are staring back in your own eyes. You was meant to be bad ass, you were meant to be this chick who used wrestling to keep the voices controlled, let the anger out in a constructive way, but look at you Brandi, look at you, you never used to care, but you do now. You have... friends"

Brandi blinks

"You showed up in a tag team match and settled for it, you settled for this, you lost your edge and became soft and now you're letting your emotions control you, rather than you controlling your emotions. You're facing friends, yes Brandi, I said friends, that's what they are, right? You never thought you'd be in this situation, you never thought you'd end up feeling like this, but it's time to turn it around, it's for the best this time around. You can say sorry on Monday for what you can do but it's time for you to live up to your potential. We knew you could do it, we knew you could bring yourself to championship level. You was in that match against Misty, you was in the ring when you dragged Misty up a level, hell even Misty didn't expect you to do what you did. You had hunger in your soul that night and you need to do that again Brandi, you need to release yourself and not sit there playing stupid games, because that's what this is Brandi. It's all a stupid game"

Brandi closes her eyes

"No" She mumbles "It's not a game"

Brandi opens her eyes again and the voice continues

"Yes Brandi, it's a game, one big fucking game that's made you soft, it's made you become a weakling compared to who you was when you first got here, you don't even say fuck as much as you used to, you don't do anything like you used to. You've become a shadow of who you were, you've become rich in money but poor in soul. You took away everything you could have been, everything, to play BFF's with these women, when before, if these women even looked at you funny, you'd have knocked their teeth down their throats"

A soft growl comes from Brandi's throat

"I did what I wanted, I kept you out of my head" She says "I stopped this fucking voice by being here"

The voice continues

"No, I never left you Brandi, I would never do a thing like that. Why would I leave you when you need me to stop you becoming a bitch? It's what you've become, If I leave you, do you know what you'd be? You'd be nothing but one of those people who wear bow ties and smile a lot, you'd fade in to the background, you'd be the geeky girl no one notices Brandi. All that attention would be gone, you'd be gone. You might as well get a mundane job in a library, or as a receptionist. If I leave you, you become nothing. You have a chance to become something Brandi and I'm here to show you how. Let's start with ditching these friendships, shall we Brandi?"

Brandi shakes her head

"No" She growls "If I win these titles, I will do it my way. I like Odette, I like Carly"

The voice takes over

"No you don't. How well do you really know them? If the whole roster came out to kick your ass, would they be there for you? Would they really be there for you, if you were down, would they be there for you? Do they even know about me?"

Brandi shakes her head again

"Who are you?" Brandi asks "You're a figment of my imagination and you know it"

The voice takes over

"No, I'm the real you, now do they know about me? Do they know that the little party girl isn't the only one in your little head?"

Brandi concedes defeat

"No" She sighs "But they don't really need to know this. I can control you, I am allowed friends, I can have a life away from the voices in my head you know."

The voice resumes

"Hahahahaha, is that what you think? What you really think? Without me, you might as well pack up your bag, get your ass in the truck and get back to Lynchburg, because you won't make it here without me, little town girl, not good enough in the big bad city to do more than take drinks to people, but with me, those bombshell tag titles are yours. They are already yours and you can say you've achieved something in your miserable little life. What are you gonna achieve sitting back in a deadbeat town? Nothing, but here, with me inside your head, we can dominate Brandi, we can forget things like drinks with the girls and start to hurt people again, we can start to do some damage and you can have some lovely shiny gold to go with you wherever you go, have some validation on a career that's so far given you nothing. You switched me off, blocked me out and not gone anywhere fast, have ya? Not got a title shot yet, have ya? Not gone past tag matches, have ya?"

Brandi takes over

"I was in tag matches cause I was in a tournament. I got to the final" Brandi says louder "Without you, without the voices, without you telling me to put people in wheelchairs, guess what? I did it on my own, well, with Cookie, I didn't need you"

The voice now continues

"Please, you took on people too scared to be there, The Freakettes disappeared, haven't been seen since, their release papers should be coming up soon, and Trish Newborn, well, for all her hype, what really has she done? But your new challenges, Carly Athens and your friend Odette, they're not gonna shrink away, they're not gonna just disappear, they're gonna sit and pick away at you and what happens if they get lucky and beat you? You get to look at their happy faces while you sit there and wonder what went wrong, you'll get there and while you're on shot number ten, those title belts will be looking so good around your friends waists. That is your future without me controlling you Brandi, you'll be letting yourself down, you'll be letting Cookie down. You need me Brandi"

Brandi stares at herself in the mirror

"No I don't" Brandi snarls "I need no one to help me win, I don't need you to tell me how to win a match. I don't need you to tell me how to become a winner, a champion cause I don't know if you've noticed but I don't lose many matches"

The voice continues to talk to Brandi

"So you wanna be friends with a woman like Carly Athens? A woman who openly made fun of your weight? I think the correct term was mentioning big asses. Doesn't that piss you off to bring the old you flying back and smacking her pearly white teeth out? I'm in your head and I wanna smack her pearly white teeth out, I wanna use the blonde bitches face to clean the mat. Would a friend say that to you if she really was a friend? Business or not business. It's not like you've come out and picked on the fact that she's clearly dipped her head in a bucket of bleach with that hair and those teeth, or that she is single handedly keeping fake tan makers in business. She made threats Brandi, she's no friend of yours, she's not right for your new group, yes, I know all about it, she's too much up her own arse, she's not good enough. She's all mouth, don't you just wanna grab her around the throat and choke the life out of her"

Brandi nods as she looks in the mirror

"Don't you wanna reach round and show her who's boss?"

Brandi growls as she balls her fists

"Yes" she says softly "I wanna hurt her"

The voice takes over

"It doesn't matter that you're a pair of southern gals, she is one trying to act tougher, we can't let that happen Brandi, you need to hurt her, win or lose, you need to send her to the hospital, she is not like you, she is not right for this group, she needs to be shown that her mouth can and will get her in trouble. He needs to know she needs to be careful what she says before it hurts her. You need to hurt her to stop her from being like this"

Brandi closes her eyes

"I will hurt her. I will hurt her for those words, I will do it, but I don't wanna hurt Odette. Odette is a good person, Odette is a friend"

The voice speaks to Brandi again

"Yes, the same friend you can't tell you are trying to recover from a split personality issue. Not come up over your girly little pillow fights and talks of who's hotter, Rage or Wyatt. She's dating a stoner, if you was her friend, shouldn't you have stepped in there and stopped her, when there's so much more to choose from here. SCW is a fed full of full pelt muscle, hell, even the non muscle guys are hot here, Gabriel, Matthew Kennedy, Bo Dreamwolf, Johnny Brown, even Despayre in a cutesy innocent way and you never stopped her from dating a stoner? Call yourself a friend"

Brandi opens her eyes

"The heart wants, what the heart wants" Brandi says.

The voice speaks

"In the short term, but long term, no, not so much. Can you imagine taking home Stoner to your family, this girl like must like pissing her parents off or something. Hasn't it occurred in your tiny little mind that Odette is way too friendly with everyone? Come on, Stoner, you, Cookie, The Surf Boys, Kittie, she's even playing nice nice with the bad guy boss, you know, those two might have sparks there you know, but she is way too nice with everyone. NO ONE IS THAT NICE BRANDI! NO ONE! Manners and politeness, yes, but no one is little miss sunshine. This woman will throw you under a bus if she gets the chance, she will take you by the head and hold it under the water, she'd cut your life off just like that to get what she wants. No one suspects the nice chicks, and she is way too nice. Way way way too nice, don't trust her, she's a snake, I can sense it and as I'm you, you can sense it too, can't you, admit it."

Brandi shakes her head, but the voice continues to taunt

"Are you an idiot? I know rednecks aren't smart but are you just stupid. This woman wants the tag gold, she's lulled you in to a false sense of security, to try and get you to feel like you do, and it's working. She wants you to be split on your thoughts on her, she wants you to sit there and take your foot off the gas, and that's why I'm here, to stop you. She needs to be dealt with Brandi, she needs to be stopped in her tracks"

A doubt filled look crosses Brandi's face.

"She wasn't disrespectful to me" Brandi says slowly "She knows what she's up against, she know that Cookie and I are not gonna be as easy as taking on anyone she's dealt with here, she knows the story"

The voice scoffs

"She knows how to play you and Cookie like a pair of violins. Don't be fooled by this little ranch chick who rides bikes, she's playing you and Cookie, she's not to be trusted. Look at her, it's obvious what's going on to everyone except you. She likes you cause you buy her drinks idiot. Do you think for a second that she'd have come near you any other way? This girl is trouble, in and out of the ring, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but it's shit, it's horse shit and you know it. I thought you was a good judge of character Brandi, but you disappoint me, you really do, you let this one close. It should have been just you and Cookie. You can trust Cookie, you share the bond of not looking like those stick thin nobodies, but this one, Odette Ryder, you let way too close. You let her in, you did that Brandi, what a fool you are for doing that. Compliments are for show sweet cheeks and you know it. Compliments are just there to make you feel good around her than BAM! She's gonna strike, she's gonna come get you and take you down, just like that, unless you go back to being aggressive. Stop with the gimmicky tits in the face thing and put your fist in her face. Don't hold back because you do photo shoots together, or because she has a cutesy picture of you two on her phone, take your fist, ball it up and knock her teeth out. It's what you're good at, what could make you a success and not a failure."

Brandi's jaw clinches tight

"I am a fucking success" she growls

The voice laughs

"Based on what? Whoopee, you've beat an Italian chick and some chicks who never showed up, kudos to you. In other news, I did well on Angry Birds, does that make me a success too? NO! Because I'm you Brandi and neither of us are a success, we need that gold to be a success, we need to stick friendships up someone elses ass and beat the daylights out of people, no out drink them. You don't win titles by out drinking them, say it with me, we don't win titles by out drinking opponents"

Brandi's fists ball up

"Fuck off" she says angrily

The voice speaks

"Ah good, I now have your attention. This is the Brandi I wanna see in the ring at Into The Void, this is the Brandi that's gonna walk out with the titles, this one, no others, this Brandi, this is what I wanna see and you will be a success. Look at yourself woman, look in your eyes, you see that fire?"

Brandi looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes burning brightly as she narrows them. The voice continues to 'advise'

"That fire is what you're gonna need to take out the trash, just be that person, set us free again with real Brandi, not bullshit Brandi, not wanna be my friend Brandi, we need stomp on your face till you can't move Brandi. Now, think we can handle that, future champ?"

A determined look crosses Brandi's face as she stares at herself.

"Yeaaaaaaah!" She screams out loud

The scene fades out to Brandi staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes focused on herself

Climax Control Archives / Hangovers suck!

« on: May 29, 2012, 01:37:23 PM »

THE FOLLOWING SCENE TAKES PLACE ON MONDAY 28TH MAY

"God damn fucking noises" Brandi Shotze yells out in to the morning air as she wakes from her slumber.

Brandi is shown face down on the floor of a bedroom, still wearing clothes she wore last night.

"Who told those damn birds to sing so early" She complains "And why the hell am I on the floor, never did like chewing carpet"

She groans as she lifts her arm up, grabbing for the bed.

"Any guy that would hear that line would turn that around" She says to herself.

"Turn what around?" Cookie's voice is heard shouting from the bathroom.

Brandi rolls over, laying on her back and looks upwards

"Shit" She says out loud "Someone really needs to paint this ceiling. Hell, I need to get out of this hotel and actually get a house round here"

Brandi's eyes narrow

"Wait, did someone just yell out from my bathroom?" She asks herself "Please don't be the balding dude with the monk style hair cut"

Brandi sits up and reaches out for a chair, pulling herself to her feet and stumbling towards the bathroom. She half closes her eyes and pushes the door open to see Cookie laying in the bath tub, fully clothed.

"How the fuck did you get in there?" Brandi asks

"Damned if I know" Cookie responds "Last I remember, we was celebrating our win last night, drinking shots with Odette and Kittie and.... well, that's all I remember"

"Did we end up at a strip club?" Brandi asks

"What makes you say that?" Cookie replies

Brandi points her fingers down to Cookie's leg, where a thong with pouch on the front rests upon Cookie's knee. Cookie holds it up in front of her, stretching it out and looking.

"I'm not sure, but whoever owns this thong, is very blessed" Cookie says with an admiring wink.

"Maybe we should do a Cinderella story" Brandi says sitting on the side of the tub "Go find Prince Schlong"

"Not the worst idea you've ever had" Cookie says, her eyes not leaving the 'blessed' pouch.

Brandi shakes her head slowly

"I do love a man out of uniform" Cookie continues

"Yeah, well, you keep looking at that, you'll go blind" Brandi chuckles out

"I thought that only happened to guys for staring at things too long" Cookie says

Brandi clicks her fingers in front of Cookie's face.

"Can you leave King Dongs thong alone for a minute?" Brandi says

"Why? It's so pretty" Cookie says with a smile "I could start thinking of King Dong's schlong in a thong"

"That's a lot of ongs in one sentance" Brandi says rubbing her head "And I got a huge hangover here, now is not the time"

"I'm not exactly feeling on top of the world but this thing makes me smile" Cookie says with a grin holding up the thong.

"We need to find out what the hell we did last night" Brandi says, while trying to get her eyes to focus.

"I need to get out of this tub" Cookie replies, putting her arms on the side of the tub and pulling herself up slightly.

Brandi stands up and heads for the door. She turns around back to Cookie

"I'm gonna go pass out in there somewhere." Brandi says wobbling off in to the other room.

Cookie pulls herself out of the bathtub and steps out. She walks towards the door, before turning back and picking up the thong and putting it in her pocket.

"Can't forget that in case we, ummm, have to return it" Cookie says trying to convince herself "Yeah, that's it"

Cookie leaves the room and walks in to the bedroom area, looking for Brandi, but Brandi is laying face first on the bed. Cookie leans over to see a match book on the bed and picks it up.

"Jiggle Rooms?" Cookie says with a raised eyebrow "Maybe we was there?"

"Great work Velma" Brandi replies talking in to the pillow "Now go get those pesky kids"

Cookie pokes Brandi in the ribs, making her jump up and look around.

"What was that for?" Brandi whines

"Well maybe if we go here, to the Jiggle Rooms, we can find out what the hell happened last night" Cookie says.

"Ah, you just wanna find King Dong" Brandi replies

"That too" Cookie quickly fires back, "Come on"

The scene fades out as Brandi rolls off the bed.

*******

A buzzing neon sign is heard as the camera moves around, on to a sign with the name Jiggle Rooms. Brandi and Cookie look at each other.

"We was here?" Brandi says with her eyebrows arched upwards

"Must have been" Cookie replies.

Brandi shrugs and pushes the door open, walking in the door, followed by Cookie. The two look around at what seems like a low class empty strip club, only distinquished by the amount of poles around. They walk over to the bar and the barman cheers out loud. Cookie and Brandi look at each other.

"Hey! It's those chicks again!" He says addressing no-one.

"Who the fuck is this guy talking to?" Brandi whispers to Cookie.

Cookie shrugs her shoulders and turns back

"We've been here before?" Cookie asks politely

"Yeah, last night" The barman replies "You two, and two other chicks, I remember your friend here very well"

"Ok" Cookie says slowly "How?"

"She kept asking for a blue shot called a Smurf's di..." The barman stops himself from talking "You get what I mean"

A smile breaks out on Brandi's face

"I remember that" She says with a laugh "Somehow, Odette and Kittie were talking about Smurfs, then the convo turns around to how there's only one female smurf and I came up with that shot idea"

"It's on the menu now" the barman says proudly

He turns away, picking up two bottles, one distinctly blue and the other clear and pours them in to two shot glasses, half a shot from each bottle in each and puts them in front of the two.

"On me" the barman says

Cookie looks at Brandi

"Hair of the dog?" She asks

"Sure" Brandi replies

Both women pick up the glasses and slam the Smurfs Di... erm, yeah... back and look at each other.

"I hope that tasted better last night" Brandi comments

A fat balding, unpretty on the eye, man walks in to the bar and walks up to the barman.

"Hey Tony" The fat balding man says "I was working last night on pole one, and some crazy looking chick ripped my thong off. It's black with an extra large cup at the front"

Brandi and Cookie look at each other, Brandi smiles at Cookie.

"I think King Dong is here" Brandi says with a smirk

"Pass" Cookie says.

Cookie starts to back towards the door, shortly followed by a laughing Brandi

*******

The camera starts at the hotel room of Brandi. Brandi opens the door, looking slightly surprised by the camera in her face

"Damn it, you're here already?" Brandi says disappointed "I'm meant to be meeting with Cookie and Odette, some kinda make over shit"

Brandi walks back in the room and nods for the camera to follow her.

"This is where I get to talk about and hype that tag match on Sunday." She says "This is where I get to spill my guts about the next people to end up toothless. Well it's just a bit of bad luck that Bianca and that silly little bitch with the big mouth and the last twitter typing fingers are the next two to get their asses whooped"

Brandi's face changes to anger

"I will talk about Bianca first. She seems pretty quiet for some chick that wanted to be noticed a couple of weeks ago, but I can't really deny that you did impress me. You look like a chick who doesn't take shit from anyone, and I like that. I like a good rip up, where people get hurt, so I expect you to give me a challenge, more so than your partner. How does it feel to know you're so much better then your partner? How's it feel to have to carry her pointless and worthless ass around constantly? You stand out, she doesn't. Just because I think that, doesn't mean all my attentions are focusing on her, they are firmly on you too. When I started Bianca, I didn't come here to win gold, I came hear to beat worthless pieces of shits around the ring and get away with it, but now those titles are so damn close, I actually want them Bianca and I'm gonna take them. Cookie and I are not all just about the fun side, we get very very serious about some things and now I'm serious about that gold. Sorry Bianca, you're just in the way"

Brandi stares deep in to the camera.

"Now for the great hype that is you Trish Newborn" Brandi says exhaling "Come to Sin City Wrestling with a whole list of achievements, titles, all the hype, but you know what that means? It means absolutely fuck all here. You're just a generic, run of the mill average wrestler with nothing special to offer. Those list of achievements mean nothing. After years in the business, even the worse of wrestlers would have got lucky over the years to add some kind of gold to their name, you're nothing special. You're not as good as you think you are"

Brandi's eyes narrow.

"Just before leaving, I saw the twitter bullshit you was giving, I saw the attempts to get in my head but it didn't work Newborn, it doesn't work on me, all it makes me wanna do is punch your teeth so far down your throat, you can chew on your own ass." Brandi says smirking "I know you're clearly a little keyboard warrior, rambling on and on while hiding behind a screen, but there's no more hiding Trish, none at all, you'll have to face me soon and I will punch those pearly whites down your throat, I'll do it you know, I will, I will break you like Jesus broke bread. Insulting people's looks are the lowest form of insults, shows no creativity, shows no class, shows you for who you really are. You're a nobody, no talent, no creativity, just another run of the mill barbie doll bitch wannabe."

Brandi opens her eyes.

"Now you see I have more important things to do with then give this silly little bitch any more attention then she deserves. That's because I have a life Trish, that's because I have friends and a life. I don't have to sit behind a keyboard being an attention whore." Brandi says walking towards the door "So Solderini, I will do you a favor by stopping you from having to carry that worthless over hyped Newborn"

Brandi smiles at the camera.

"Two chicks, one ass beating" Brandi says with a grin "Yeeeeeeah!"

The camera fades out

Climax Control Archives / Fanfest

« on: May 24, 2012, 02:15:52 PM »

"Ah come on Cookie, why a meet and greet?" Brandi Shotze voice is heard saying "It's not that I don't like the fans, but they come here, stare at my tits, cough and sneeze all over the place, but more than anything, it cuts right in to my drinking time"

The camera shows Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores, standing in a convention area. Fans hustle around, looking for their favourite superstars. Booths are set up all around the building, where stars sell their shirts and other merchindise. Cookie and Brandi peer from behind a curtain at the gathered crowd, waiting to see more of the SCW superstars and bombshells.

"These things are never that bad" Cookie says, putting her hand on Brandi's shoulder "You smile, they smile, you pose..."

"The pervs look at my tits, go home, thinks about them later" Brandi says, cutting Cookie off

"I don't know, I don't go home with every perv" Cookie replies innocently

"No" Brandi says with a wink "Just two or three of them"

"No idea what you're talking about" Cookie says, turning her head with an attempted innocent look

"It's all good" Brandi replies "Not a party when there's just two and so much more fun then going solo baby!"

Cookie winks at Brandi

"Parties are always more fun" Cookie replies.

Brandi smiles at Cookie, taking a flask from her pocket, pulling it up and flicking up the top and taking a drink.

"Ok, let's do this" Cookie says

The duo walk thought the curtain and towards a nearby booth. Fans see the duo and move towards them. Cookie smiles politely and waves while Brandi moves towards the table, not happy her drinking time has been cut in to. Brandi takes a seat in front of a line of people. Cookie poses for a photo before joining Brandi, taking a seat next to her. Flashes from cameras explode in the direction of the Party Girls. Brandi and Cookie converse as the line moves and they randomly sign autographs.

"I have a question" Brandi says out of nowhere.

"Shoot" Cookie replies, looking down and signing her name for a small child.

"Who the hell are these women, and I use the term women loosely, that we are up against this week? That muscle bound chick is seriously gross" Brandi says with a strange look on her face "I mean really disgusting. Women aren't supposed to look that way and her face, her head looks like it's been compressed in a vice or something."

Cookie can't help but smile over her friends comment

"Have you ever heard of a team called The Freaks?" Cookie asks Brandi

"Not really, but that Christian Underwood's team, right?" Brandi replies, signing her name across another piece of paper put in front of her.

"Right" Cookie says "Well this is the female version of them. Just like the Freaks having Goldenboy Gene Banton manage them, the Freakettes also have Gene Banton leading them"

"So basically, Gene finds two people, one muscles, one cutesy, in a same sex relationship and turns them in to a tag team?" Brandi asks

"That's an interesting way to look at it" Cookie replies, turning to Brandi "Never really thought of it that way before"

"So he rips off his own characters?" Brandi questions

"If you wanna look at it that way, I guess so" Cookie replies with an arched brow "Or it could be a winning formula, so why change it?"

Brandi stares across at Cookie, holding her pen above a picture of herself that a fan has put in front of her.

"To be original?" Brandi replies

"Is anyone original these days?" Cookie fires towards Brandi.

"We are" Brandi fires back as quickly as Cookie.

A nod comes from Cookie's direction. Brandi smiles at another fan as she signs a picture of the Party Girls.

"End of the day" Brandi starts "I don't suppose it matters if they're ripping each other off, fact of the matter is this is step one to becoming bombshell tag team champions."

Cookie nods in agreement.

"We're actually pretty popular. I spoke to that Odette Ryder chick, and she wants to become a Party Girl too" Brandi says with a smile. "Just goes to show that everyone wants to be around us. You know, we could possibly become a 'four horsemen' style group. Brandi, Cookie, Odette and some other chick, throw in someone to do all the talking and be the first female group to take over. Hell, if those guys can throw a stable together, why can't we be the first all female stable in SCW?"

"Nice idea" Cookie replies "But focus on this match first"

Brandi rolls her eyes.

"I'm focused" Brandi snaps back "I'm always focused to kick some serious ass. Look at who we're facing. Some diva style chick who can't wrestle for shit and a muscle bound freak that just looks plain wrong. I mean really wrong. I don't fear the muscles at all, but she just don't look right to me. As for Barbie Girl bombshells, I think you know exactly how I feel about them, talentless and should be dancing around a pole, rather then putting themselves in a place where they will get seriously hurt. That's the opening, that's the weakness, the fact that muscles will have to look after her bitch, she won't be focused on the match"

Brandi looks up at a kid in front of her.

"Sorry for the B word junior" Brandi says to the kid

The kid just smiles at being close to an SCW star.

"I thought we was gonna get through a whole fan fest without you cursing" Cookie says with a chuckle.

"Yeah right" Brandi replies "I curse in my sleep"

"I believe that" Cookie says with a devilish grin on her face "I'm forever hearing you yell 'oh' followed by the F word, at night in your room"

Brandi turns her head

"Ummm" she says slowly "Night terrors"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuure" Cookie replies with a laugh

"Anyway, back to the point" Brandi says, avoiding the latest turn of speech. "I get the feeling we're gonna take these tag titles with ease. Nothing against all these new chicks, but I get the feeling this one is ours. Did you see the show I put on the other week against our Bombshell champion?"

"People are still talking about the boobs to the face thing" Cookie replies as she looks up from signing a picture.

"I kicked serious ass, and this week, it's gonna happen again." Brandi says confidently "And I will kick serious ass again this week. We will take out these Freakettes and take the first steps in becoming champions"

Brandi smiles at Cookie

"Us and gold, made for each other" Brandi says with a grin "Yeaaaaaaaah!"

The camera fades out.

(OOC: Sorry for the below standard roleplay, time has not been my friend this week)

Climax Control Archives / Smashing the barbie girl and the tanless wonder.

« on: May 10, 2012, 08:39:23 PM »

The scene fades in to see SCW resident redneck Brandi Shotze, sitting in a coffee shop, her hand wrapped loosely around a cup. Just a few seconds later, tag team partner, friend and fellow party girl, Cookie S'Mores sits down opposite her, holding a cup of her own. The plus sized wrestler looks across at a disgrunted looking Brandi.

"What's wrong" Cookie's tone fills the immediate oxygen around

"Well you brought me to this place. I mean they don't sell booze in this dump, and well, booze makes everything a party" Brandi replies with a wink "Hell, even church, they give you that wine stuff and everyone's a damn sight happier"

"Really?" Cookie asks, her eyebrow arching "That's what's getting you down?"

"Nah" Brandi says with a smile "I just forgot my flask to liven up the weakest of beverages"

Cookie flicks her hair back and reaches in to her pocket nervously and reaches out, pulling out a silver flask. She slides it across the table.

"I've learned fast to carry one of these around with me" Cookie says proudly "You're a miserable bitch when you forget yours"

Brandi grabs the flask and flips open the top, pouring dark liquid in to her cup of coffee. She screws the lid back on and hands it back to Cookie. Brandi picks up her coffee and takes a sip/

"Perfect" she exclaims "Much more Irish! Life if better with a drink. Those people who give up the booze because they think it's bad for them are just morons, they'll always go back to it in the end, because they will see everything is better when you see double and can't walk"

"Does that include concussions?" Cookie asks with a cheeky smile.

Brandi leans back in her chair slighty, her left eyebrow arched as she scratches her forehead with her right hand. She smiles across the table at Brandi.

"What's got in ta ya?" Brandi says exhaling, before putting her hand up before Cookie can answer "Or should I say who's got in to you?"

Cookie turns her head to the side with a smile.

"You're the one with all the attention it seems" Cookie fires back.

"It's because my huge tits" Brandi says returning the fire.

A man behind the two sitting at a table chokes on his coffee, Brandi spins her chair to look at him.

"They are massive, aren't they?" She asks the man.

The man chokes, turning bright red with a hint of shock mixed with embarrassment. The man splutters, as he coughs, trying to clear his throat to breath again. Brandi shrugs her shoulders back and turns back to Cookie with a smile.

"See, big bangers get people breathless" She says with a wink "It's why people in SCW want a shot of Brandi. Best line I've heard has to be from Johnny Brown on Twitter asking if I wanna go half and half on having a bastard"

Cookie smiles and shakes her head

"He does have some charm" Cookie says rolling her eyes

"Yeah, especially when he talks about kicking peoples heads in" Brandi replies with an approving nod of her head "It appeals to the redneck in me"

"Oh, redneck in you" Cookie says with her eyes widening "That explains the noises coming from your room last night"

Brandi tries her best innocent look on Cookie, but Cookie shakes her head fast.

"Not working sister" She says quickly.

Cookie picks up her coffee, taking a sip and looks back at Brandi.

"You can't pull off the innocent look you know" Cookie tells Brandi

"I can" Brandi says "Problem is I haven't been innocent since I was sixteen, so I forget what innocent looks like a lot of the time"

"I know that feeling" Cookie says in agreement "But I'm cute enough to get away with the innocent thing"

Brandi raises her eyebrows again at Cookie.

"Ah, you're about as innocent as Bill Clinton around an intern" Brandi shoots towards Cookie

Cookie smiles at Brandi, her eyes wide and devilish

"It's more fun this way anyway" Cookie says with a wink. "Anyway, did you hear about an announcement for Bombshell this week on the show"

Brandi takes a sip from her coffee and looks up, slightly unbothered

"Yeah" she says casually "But unless it's an announcent that means I can referee all Bo's mud matches, I don't really care. That native has one hell of an ass on him."

"I noticed you was enjoying that way too much" Cookie comments

"Telling me you wouldn't?" Brandi replies

"Oh I woulda slapped that native ass as much as I could have" Cookie says with a smile "He could whack that tomahawk out any time he likes for me"

"Admit it" Brandi starts "You were jealous"

"Sure" Cookie replies "Completely jealous with you up close and personal with Bo and Kennedy. That's a sandwhich I would love to be the meat in"

Brandi smiles widely

"It wasn't a bad place to be" Brandi replies with a thoughtful look on her face "Only problem was I was washing mud out of my ass for a week later. That shit is like sand, it gets in places you don't expect. Shower gel sales went through the freaking roof when it came to getting that shit off. It was everywhere."

"It's good for the skin" Cookie says with a wink.

"So is other stuff too" Brandi replies "But I don't wanna spend four days washing that shit off either"

Cookie rolls her eyes at Brandi, a smile on her face as she watches her Party Girl team mate sip her 'Irish-ed up' coffee.

"Still, you're going from mud match referee to main event Bombshell within a few weeks" Cookie says "Not many people can say they've done that you know"

Brandi looks a little apprehensive with her reply to Cookie

"Honestly" Brandi says "It's a match I didn't want. If I had the choice, I would have asked not to be in it."

Cookie looks confused

"Why? It's main event, against the bombshell champion" Cookie says confused

"Because I mentioned to the staff when I got here, I did not want a shot at the championship too soon, I did not want a main event just yet. I wanted to work my way up, have a little fun. I did NOT want this match!" Brandi's voice gets louder, cause people to stop and stare.

Brandi glares around at the people watch, who quickly go back to their business.

"Clearly" Brandi starts "Some people can't take the hint"

"Relax" Cookie says, reaching over the table and putting her hand on Brandi's shoulder "They clearly think you're ready got this. You are ready for this, you're about to go up against a double champion here, and if, or when you defeat her, that puts you in line for a title shot. You deserve this, the staff are clearly bored at seeing Misty, Kittie and Raynin swapping the title constantly. With all these other bombshells appearing, this could be the right time to push yourself up to the top and make yourself known before one of these other new people come in and try and steal your thunder."

"You've been here longer than I have" Brandi grumbles "You should be the one in this match and I should be the one outside playing cheerleader. I just wanna kick some ass, not worry about stupid shit like every silly bitch in Sin City Wrestling"

"Ah" Cookie replies, pushing her lower lip out "But just think, if you took that title, you could then kick everyone's ass who comes near you. That gold attracts people like..."

"Flies round shit?" Brandi says cutting her off

"I was gonna say bees to honey, but that works too" Cookie says with a laugh.

"Here's the thing" Brandi says slowly "IF I end up whooping Misty's ass, as I expect I will, and people come out of nowhere to get at me, I don't think I can control those demons. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep them quiet long enough to stay in control"

Cookie frowns at Brandi

"So?" Cookie replies curiously "You can use those demons to do what you want, kick a little ass, except this time, instead of you waiting to get put against them, they will come to you. It's like food delivery services."

Brandi rubs her chin with her left hand, her fingers gripping the coffee cup with her right hand.

"Unleash them baby!" Cookie urges "Put yourself on the map, make yourself look like a star, beat the hell out of these two"

Brandi smiles

"I won't lie" Brandi says "I can't wait to get in the ring again with that talentless pig faced fucker who is supposedly a model. That little skank has been trying to start a Twitter war all week, she's just embarrassing herself really. You should join Twitter"

Cookie frowns and shakes her head

"SCW has gone twitter mad lately" Cookie comments

"Yeah" Brandi replies with a smile "Because it's fun to watch your opponent make a complete idiot of themselves before they even get in the ring"

Cookie stands up, as does Brandi.

"Right, let's see what kinda action we can get around here" Cookie says encouragingly

Brandi rises to her feet and the camera fades out

*******

So the day is said and done. Brandi looks down from her high level hotel room, in to the night sky, she turns around to see the camera facing right at her. Brandi speaks towards the camera.

"Ah mister cameraman. You haven't been invited here because of your looks, so I wouldn't worry too much about breaking the vow you made when you put that ring on your finger, oh no, you've been brought here because I have to talk. You see, unlike some people who get their shit together real late, or don't post at all, or make excuses, I like to get my work done and dusted so I can go out and get drunker then an alcoholic at a keg party."

Brandi clears her throat

"This match is a little new for me, main event, against not only a champion, but a double champion and I was a little concerned at this at first. I didn't want this really, I tried to make clear that Brandi Shotze should not be in the main event for a while, but no one listened. I wanted to work my way up, so I could learn to control the things inside of my, crazier then a pissed off raccoon in a trash can, head, but no. For some reason I'm facing a champion, sorry double champion, before I can really learn how to control myself. Thanks to whatever jerk offs thought putting me in a main event, was a wise idea. All it's done is taken me out of the shadows before I can settle things and put me in to the spotlight, thanks for that. You know what that means? It means your double champion, one of the pride pieces of this company is gonna get hurt. Don't blame me for it oh wise bookers, go look in the mirror because now, you've got yourself to blame when someone gets really hurt"

Brandi looks very serious.

"I'm gonna talk about that double champ a little later, but I wanna talk about the weakest link in that team first. Save the best for last, right?"

Brandi looks away from the camera, picking up a silver hip flask with a cross on it, flipping the top open.

"Ah, lets talk about the slut that is Veronica Taylor. We've met before haven't we pig face? We've been in the same ring before in a tag match and I remember that your slutty little ass getting beat. I know you're used to being on your back groaning, but this time when you're on your back, you won't be wondering what the guy on top of you's name is. You'll be wondering what day it is. Let's take a look at this skanky little bitch shall we? She standings in front of a camera in little outfits, doing that stupid duck lips thing, and thinks that's talent? No sweetheart, that's just someone paying you for softcore porn, bet your parents are sooooo proud of you. Will they visit you in hospital when I stamp the shit out of you? Will people still love you after I break your face? NO! CAUSE NO ONE LOVES YOU NOW! Look at you, take a look at yourself. You stand in front of a camera and think you make a difference to the world? You're pathetic, you are less use to this world then a janitor, at least they make a difference to someone somewhere, you, you YOU make no difference to anyone at all. No one cares about you, because you are a no one."

Brandi closes her eyes, breathing deeply taking a hit from that flask. She lets a soft growl pass her lips and looks back in to the camera.

"This woman is seriously deluded, she thinks she's pretty, she thinks shes a future Bombshell champion! How deluded can one airhead get? Look at her, she can't be bothered to send in promos, she thinks she's gonna be a champion. This woman, this woman who thinks she can lead pretty people when she's the roughest model I've ever seen, thinks she is good enough to be a champion? She's as thick as shit, seriously thick as shit, what fucking planet are you living on darling, has it been discovered yet? This is a chick who sits there being a keyboard warrior on Twitter. You need to shut the fuck up sweerheart before someone takes that 'pretty' little face of yours and slams it repeatedly in to the ground until you stop moving, that's right, until you stop moving, I think I might make that happen pig face."

Brandi stops for a second, flipping the lid back on top of the flask

"I will knock some sense in to you uggo. Accuses me of being jealous, jealous of what? Jealous that teenage boys use you as material to get their rocks off. There is no jealous feelings from me, how can I get jealous of a silly little airhead. Go back to standing in front of cameras bitch, because this is my world and you're not good enough to be part of it. You are nothing but a future porn star, do something useful you cheap two dollar whore, go practice your fake O face, start embracing your future you embarrassment"

Brandi takes a deep breath

"I feel sorry for you Misty, having to team with that thing. Even you must know you're screwed having her on your side, but then, I made a shocking discovery Misty."

Brandi looks serious for a few seconds

"I found out that you're just as big of an idiot as your bimbo partner is. You see, I have to confess, when I set you up with that comment on twitter, calling you a vampires meal, I really thought you'd get it, I really did, but it seems your hair turned blonde and it went flying over that head of yours, the reply came flying back to me thinking that I meant SHE was the vampire"

Brandi puts her hand on her forehead, slowly shaking her head.

"Gonna explain it again for ya, just in case you missed it the first time. People look pale after they've been drained of blood, you look the exact same color as them, therefore, you're a vampires meal. Do you get it stupid or would you like me to run that one by ya again?"

Brandi smiles

"Than you reference Twilight books, what are you? thirteen? Grow the fuck up! Dracula would be pissed at you if you think those little glittered, guyliner fairy boys are actually vampires. Seriously. You think you're something special Misty, cause of those two little title belts, but take away the titles you emo bitch, take away the titles and take a look at yourself. I never deny who I am, I'm a redneck bitch who will whoop ya sorry ass so hard, I will smack you in to next Thursday but you, you're not pretty when you take away the titles. You're a silly little girl who likes fucking people when they're back's turned"

Brandi flicks her hair back and stares wild eyed in to the camera/

"Next time you plan on fucking someone from behind, at least pull their hair and spank their ass, give them a good time"

Brandi takes a deep breath.

"Double champion, well done Misty, give yourself a huge round of applause, raise the roof, all the rest of that shit and enjoy it while you can. Now I'm not saying I'm gonna come after you and rip that bombshell title from your paws, but have you seen the competition lately Misty? There's some serious bad ass chicks gunning for you and that title, now can you handle that? I don't think you can because you're a coward Misty. You run from everything when the going gets too tough for you. Spike might not know this yet, but he dodged a bullet here. He's gonna go out, find someone a million times better then you could ever be. You're a horrible person, a lucky wrestlers and you're paler than a bottle of milk. There's not a lot good going for you right now, eh Misty? It's about to get worse, you see I'm not one of these people to back away, or hide behind some stupid bitch who like playing with fire, hell, I couldn't give two shits about her, I come to fight, I come to hurt, it's good for my anger issue. I have those don't you know, I have a few issues, well, people call them issues, I call them healthy. Nothing more stress relieving then kicking the shit outta silly little girls like you."

Brandi clears her throat again.

"You and your little two dollar whore partner don't stand a chance milk bottle, I'm gonna be putting some color in to your almost dead cheeks, fist after fist, after fist, after fist. I won't be the only one wanting to do it because between you, and your partner, and your partners worthless little mean girl friend, there's a lot of hate in your direction. I know you'll try to run, try and hide, kick someone in the dick on the way and run you crazy bitch but running is pointless Misty. You should try and control your tag team partner, try and shut her up because she is not helping your cause. She's digging you deeper and deeper in to the quicksand and there's nothing you can do to pull yourself out of it. I might not really know my tag team partner, but from what I see, I can rely on her a lot more then you can rely on that little pissy princess you have on your team"

Brandi's face changes to intense seriousness.

"Vixen is gonna take your title at some point Misty, she is, she's gonna take your gold and leave you with nothing. The woman is already a champion, she will be laying claim to being a double champion soon, you'll be left with what you deserve, absolutely nothing at all. You will be left with nothing but your pillow to hug at night. You will be shown for the worthless person that you truly are. Face reality Misty, stare it in the eye, because come Climax Control, this redneck bitch will be ripping your head off your damn shoulders, this redneck bitch will be destroying you. This redneck bitch will make you see that you are not worthy of holding that claim to fame gold you have. This is gonna be a long night for you Misty, a very long night, in fact, after I'm gone ripping you to shreads, book a vacation, go somewhere hot, go toast up that pasty white ass of yours and come back looking normal, instead of looking like a walking advertisement on why people should give blood. You'll soon see that this wrestling game, is not for you anymore, it's not for people who run away."

Brandi smiles

"Be very ready ladies because this is your walking, talking, living nightmare. Vixen and I are going to hurt you in so many ways. Taylor, I will be doing what the whole of the SCW Bombshell roster wanna see me do and break your face. Only modelling jobs you'll be getting in the future will be for dentures because those little teeth of yours, they're about to be removed in the most painful way possible and Misty, oh snowflake Misty, this is gonna be a huge eye opener for you, this is gonna be where you see that's you're not as good as you think you are"

Brandi stares down the camera.

"Vixen and Brandi for the win?"

Brandi nods

"Yeaaaaaaaah!"

The camera fades to darkness

Climax Control Archives / Partying in Berlin

« on: April 11, 2012, 12:17:19 PM »

(OOC Note: I got permission from everyone in this roleplay, to use their characters)

Berlin, Germany.

A hotel room is seen, with running water heard in the background. The turn of the tap is heard, twisted off and the water stops running. From the bed, a cell phone is heard.

"Shit, shit, shit" Brandi Shotze voice is heard from the bathroom. "People always fucking call when you're in the shower"

Brandi immerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her full figured body as she grabs the phone from the bed and hits the button on the front.

"Cookie, hi" She says, her voice slightly higher than usual.

Pause

"All good, you?" Brandi enquires.

Pause

"Great"

Pause

"Fuck yeah I'm up for that." Brandi says with a nod of her head, water dripping from her body. "Tonight's party is gonna be sweet. Spike is gonna be there, Kittie as well, Twitter says that Rage guy and that hot piece of ass Shane Boswell is gonna be there too"

Pause

"Yeah, he can bump and grind with me anytime"

Pause

"I will see you there!" Brandi says smiling

Brandi hits the button on her phone and drops it on the bed. She picks up a towel from the floor and puts it around her shoulder, rubbing it against her hair. Thoughts rush through her mind.

"These guys finally get me on the tour against another new person, Krystal Diamond.... sounds like a cheesy pornstar to me. Sounds like she needs to be on her back flashing the beaver to the world with a fake grin to match the fake tits."

Brandi dries her hair firmer

"I mean another new chick they pull in off the street to face me, but that's ok, I can deal with her. I saw the twitter announcement of her signing and I thought to myself I needed to instantly get on this dumb broad and show her who's the boss. Show her that this is not like any other place around. Need to show her that around this neck of the woods, wrestling isn't all about tits and ass. I can do that. I think that's why they book me against the newbies, to show the just what I can do, to show them that this place isn't as easy as flashing the melons and getting a title belt. Women here can fight, not like that stupid damn in a big wrestling company, who's name rhymes with belly belly. We don't earn our titles by waving them around or by who has the best tits. If we did, I'd have the bombshell title by now, because my mountains are far better then everyone elses."

Brandi drops the towel from her head, walking towards a mirror. Staring deep in it as she continues to think.

"I read up on this one, because I had this horrible feeling I was gonna get put against her, show the new people what it's like here. A volleyball chick? Are you fucking shitting me here? A chick who can hit a ball in the air thinks they can wrestle? Any douchebag can hit a light ball in the air, not every douchebag can do what I do. Great hiring policy SCW. Do you have a sports background? Yes, I play volleyball. Oh good, you're hired.... give me a fucking break. This isn't college little girl, this is wrestling, this is fighting in the real world, this is not sand and ass showing shorts, and high fives. This is lift you up, throw you down, break your bones kinda fighting. This is knock your head off your shoulders sport, not dancing around with the pretty girls, hitting a ball over a net. This is a contact game and I love letting my first make contact with little girls heads, just like the head of Krystal Diamond"

Brandi shakes her head.

"Still can't get over what a pornstar name that is. Ah well, I can make her feel what it's like to be a pornstar by putting her on her back and unloading on her face. Damn shame for her when I say unloading, I mean left hand, right hand, left hand, right hand. This little prissey volleyball chick is about to be buried here. Welcome to SCW, this is gonna hurt, a lot. A hell of a lot of pain on the cards here for this silly little deluded bitch. This ain't no beach party darling, ain't no one gonna take up for a feel up under a pier, this is all about teaching you a lesson. You seem hell bent on living college days, well time to learn a harsh lesson from Brandi.... YEAAAAAAAH!"

Later that night, still in Berlin, Germany.

The sounds of a thumping bass line is heard pulsating through a club. Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores are seen standing at the bar, two shots in front of them.

"Are you sure on these?" Cookie asks with an eyebrow raises

"Fuck yeah" Brandi replies "Last week, you showed me your world in Paris, with all the lady like clothes and my tits busting out all over, to give those French fairies a view of the ladies, well this week, you're in my world, and my tits only bust out of guys who are worth it. Real men, not men that reak of garlic"

Cookie nods as she listens, trying to heard the words above the music.

"Now drink and we then find a couple of well hung Germans and cement American/German relations" Brandi says

Both women pick up the shots and down them quickly. Cookie's face changes as the taste hits her tongue.

"What the hell were those?" Cookie asks

"Jaegermeister" Brandi replies.

Before they continue, Spike Staggs puts his hand on both their shoulders.

"Hello ladies" Spike says, his words slightly slurred.

"Spike!" Brandi says "Looking well"

Both Brandi and Cookie slap Spike on the behind simultaniously, causing Spike to jump.

"Feeling better now" Spike says.

From the left hand side of Cookie, Kittie approaches

"So is this party starting or what?" She says with a smile.

"Fucking eh!" Brandi replies "Oi, Fritz, get your fine German ass over here and lay down four Jaeger trains!"

The barman approaches, placing five shot glasses in front of all four of them.

"What's this?" Cookie asks

"It's five shots of Jaeger each and you shoot them, one after the other" Brandi explains.

"Better give us four of those huge beers while you're at it too" Kittie tells the barman, as he fills the shot glasses with Jaegermeister.

The barman nods and turns away. A minute or two later, he returns, placing the beers on the bar in front of the four.

"All aboard the Jaeger train" Brandi says with a wink.

The four pick up their first shot and slam it backwards, before slamming the glass down, almost simultaniously, before picking up their second and slamming it back, continuing all the way till they get to shot glass number five. All four finish, breathing in deeply.

"Wow!" Spike exclaims "That's some good shit!"

A voice behind them makes them turn around.

"So the party's started then" An English accent says.

The group turn their head to see Sxxxy Shane Boswell right behind them, with Rage standing just behind him.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Shane says "Let's get wankered!"

The small crowd cheer and the camera focuses on Brandi's face.

"Tonight we party, but Sunday Krystal, I rip your eyeballs, right out of your head" She says

The scene fades out to the happy crowd smiling and laughing

Climax Control Archives / Triple Threat? I'm the only threat in this match

« on: March 20, 2012, 11:49:20 AM »

"Wow, what a beach" Brandi Shotze voice is heard muttering.

The camera moves around to show Brandi sitting on a beach, the sun in the sky brightly shining down beams of light to the golden sand. Brandi is wearing cut off denim shorts and a tied up shirt with red and black squares on it

"I've never been to California before" she says to herself "but then again, I'd never been to Vegas before, this SCW thingy has really helped me see so much. Then a European tour, oh I can't wait. I can't wait to get abroad and meet some awesome foriegn fans, and those British guys, their accents are hot!"

Brandi looks around at the toned bodies, sunning themselves in the warm midday sun. She sits up and looks in to the ocean in front of her.

"The water is so pretty" she mumbles "but I really wanna see Europe, I must make sure I get on that tour, I gotta make sure I put on a great show at Climax Control to get on this tour of Europe. I did well enough at Blaze Of Glory, I got to meet awesome people, but I wanna get on that tour. I could be the first of my family to go to another continent."

A slight smile crosses Brandi's face as she lowers her sunglasses down across her eyes and lifts her knees up, bringing them closer to her chest.

"I'm getting way ahead of myself here, I need to focus on this week, on the task at hand. See, I've defeated that Starr chick before, me and my gal pal Cookie pretty much destroyed her and the barbie bitch" Brandi says to herself very quietly "She's not a worry, but this new chick, Vixen, that's the one I gotta think about, see we don't know just what this one can actually do"

Brandi lays down

"I'm gonna tear her to shreads" Brandi says with a smile "No, no, Brandi, not so agressive this time, let's relax, let's not worry about killing people, we're better then this"

A strange look crosses Brandi's face

"Ah fuck this shit, I'm gonna just rip them apart" she mumbles "Like daddy used to say, send them to heaven and let God sort them out. This Haily slut isn't a problem, Cookie and I wiped the floor with her and Veronica Taylor not too long ago, so this one isn't a big deal, can ruin her in a few seconds"

Brandi sighs

"But what do we know about little miss new meat to rip apart Vixen. One vixen I can't outfox, huh? Fuck outfoxing her, all I gotta do is stamp all over that pretty little face, why would you need to outfox something that can't move, I could stamp all over that little bitch and she'll have nowhere else to go" Brandi says to herself "If she thinks she can just show up here and instantly get respect because she's done stuff elsewhere, she's so fucking wrong. I looked at those other places and now little miss Vixen has come to the big leagues, well shes gonna need more then a few tin pot titles to prove she's got it here."

Brandi lowers her sunglasses as a tanned, musclebound man walks past

"Damn" she says "He could start my motor running any day"

Brandi raises her sunglasses again

"I'm glad that Vixen is ex military" Brandi utters "Cause she's about to enter a warzone. I doubt she's ever seen anything like SCW before. All other feds fade in comparason to what we got going on here, she won't be able to fucking handle this shit. It's all about getting noticed and she won't be noticed for a victory. I love smashing these new bitches. They need to know who the boss is right away, they need to see that SCW is no picnic, and is not for the faint of heart. If you're not good enough, you might as well fuck off now and save people seeing your worthless ass and wasting everybodies time"

A strange, serious look passes over the face of Brandi

"Shitty little titles just aren't enough here, this is the big leagues, not the minors. Vixen may be out of her depth here, she might be in a little trouble. It's not that I don't like Vixen, but I like fighting, I like wrestling, I like beating people up, it's nothing personal against Vixen" Brandi says to herself seriously "She's probably a very nice person, but in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's all good to me though, I'm itching for a fight, I'm itching to get back in that ring and use someone as a mop. Just push around the ring at my own leasure. I think this Vixen chick will be more of a challenge then the last pair of sluts that put me against. "

Brandi shades her eyes from the sun.

"One of those sluts, Haily Starr is trying again against me" Brandi says with a roll of her eyes "She wasn't good enough the first time around, she's not gonna be good enough this time around. I think this will be Haily's last match with us because I will be crushing her once again and getting rid of that piece of shit one way or another, she's not worthy of being in the ring with me, she's not worthy of being in the ring with anyone. Not good enough to lace a midgets boots, I don't meant a talented midget, I mean a shitty midget. Haily Starr will go down in flames, and I'll be there with the gas and the match."

Brandi pauses for a few seconds

"Yeah, these two are gonna get seriously fucked up" Brandi says with a smirk "Not just any kind of fucked up, I mean seriously fucked up. I gotta get myself noticed and get on that European tour, and go and make a name for myself and get in that Bombshell's title picture, and being it back to the south. Sorry ladies, but Climax Control is gonna be one hell of a bad night for you bitches!"

Brandi goes back to enjoying the sun as the camera fades out

Supercard Archives / So this is Vegas

« on: February 22, 2012, 12:52:30 PM »

"Wow!" The voice of Brandi Shotze is heard saying "So this is Vegas"

The bright lights of Vegas are seen over the stearing wheel of a big red jeep. The camera turns around to see Brandi peering over, looking at amazement of the bright city lights. A slight breeze rustles through her hair as the car slows down, just outside the city, eventually coming to a complete stop. Brandi takes a few seconds to look at the spendor that stands before her. Having never left the small towns, a culture shock was bound to be on the cards for Brandi, but the redneck woman just shakes her head

"So this is where the rich folk come to blow off some steam" She says staring at the lights "More like piss away every penny you have, and do some things behind your wives back"

Brandi chuckles to herself and sits back down in the seat of the big red jeep.

"The city of sin it may be" Brandi says with a smile "But it's about to get a whole lot more sinful by the time I get there."

Brandi puts her foot down, roaring the engine in to life as the car nudges forward, closer towards the bright lights.

A little while later, Brandi is seen outside the offices of Sin City Wrestling, she looks around nervously as she sits on the hood of the car and looks up at the entrance. She steps off the car, taking a deep breath and moves towards the glass doors of the building. She steps up to it and opens the door, stepping inside, she sees co-owner Christian Underwood standing looking at a file. Christian looks up at the woman and lowers the file.

"Hi" Brandi chokes out "I'm here to see Mark Ward. I was meant to be here last Friday but Mr Ward cancelled"

Christian rubs his chin, before the lightbulb goes above his head.

"Oh" Christian says with a smile "You must be Brandi. Yeah, Mark went back to London for a few days, promotional work and such, he's through here"

Christian points to a door and turns around, she looks him up and down from behind

"Hot damn" she mumbles to herself "If only those rumors wasn't true. Such a waste for women kind"

Christian stops in his tracks and turns around, looking at Brandi

"You say something?" Christian asks innocently

Brandi shakes her head casually. Christian nods politely at her and leads her through the door. Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen with his feet up on a sofa, his hands resting behind his head. Christian clears his throat, forcing Hot Stuff to look at him.

"What's wrong? Got a frog in your throat?" Hot Stuff starts "I told you that you gotta stop blowi..."

Hot Stuff stops and looks up

"God damn" Brandi whispers to herself "If all the men in the company look like these guys, I'm gonna be a very happy lady"

Both men fail to hear Brandi's comment.

"I see you're working hard again" Christian says to Mark.

"Always" He replies to his co-ownering partner "I was just about to get in a dream then, where I got locked in the Playboy Mansion, it was gonna be great"

Christian rolls his eyes

"This is Brandi" Christian quickly says "You was meant to have a meeting with her on Friday, remember?"

Mark looks blankly at Christian

"I was?" He says looking at Brandi "Oh wait, I was"

Mark shuffles to sit up on the sofa

"I wondered what this contract was doing on the table" He says, reaching out and picking up a folder "Take a seat"

Brandi walks around and sits on the sofa, while Christian shakes his head and walks away. Brandi, amused by these two men, smiles and takes a seat, listening to what Mark has to say.

"Ok, I don't like long meetings, they give me headaches, when I get headache, everyone seems to want to bug me, so I'm trying to avoid a headache today, so I'm gonna make this as quick as I can" He says "Is that ok?"

Brandi nods

"That's fine Mr Ward"

"Great" He says picking up the contract from the table and handing it to Brandi "Here's how we work here. We know it's not all about wrestling talent, it's about connecting to the fans, it's about not being scared to put your face out there, so we expect promos, lots of promos, good promos. The better the promo, the better connection you have, the more tickets we sell, it's that simple. When you have a match, we want to see at least one promo for a normal card, sent in by Friday night, so we can air it and promote your match, for supercards, we expect two, one per week. Got it?"

Brandi smiles at the fast talking boss

"I think so" She says "Send in promos, get noticed, then kick a little ass, right?"

"Right" Mark says "Nice to see you like kicking ass as much as I do. Anyway, this contract is a semi exclusive deal, which means you wrestle primarily on our shows when booked, if you wanna work elsewhere, that's fine, just give myself or Christian a heads up, so we don't end up putting you in an awkward position when it comes to booking. We're an independent federation, which means we rarely use fancy fireworks that you'll see from other companies, also means we don't pick up travel costs to and from shows, but we will help out if money is short. As you're new here, we'll cover a hotel room until after Blaze Of Glory, then we'll help you make long term arrangements. When I say "we'll" I mean Christian"

"Ok" Brandi says slowly

"We have you booked on Blaze Of Glory as you know, teaming with Cookie S'Mores. Cookie is very under rated here and as you have very little wrestling experience, we felt teaming you with Cookie would be a great thing. She's our spokesperson for our Anti Bullying initative and she'll help you in and out of the ring." Mark confidently says "Any questions?"

"No, I think that's all well and dandy"

"Good" He says "All you need to do is sign here on the contract and you're officially a SCW Bombshell"

Brandi looks at the contract, stratching her head as she looks further down the page. Mark hands her a pen and Brandi signs the contract. She smiles as she hands it back to Mark. Mark reaches down the side of the sofa and pulls out a thick wad of papers

"You'll get a copy of this contract a little later" He says "Ok, all this stuff here is information about the fed, about it's owners, wrestlers and even a roadmap. Trust me, road map is important around here. On top is your hotel details, enjoy."

Both Mark and Brandi stands up, Brandi extends a hand for him to shake and he does.

"Thank you for the chance" Brandi says

"Sure thing" He replies with a cute English accent.

Brandi turns and leaves the room and the scene comes to an end.

A while later, Brandi's voice is heard talking again.

"No fucking way!" She says to herself "This is fancy"

A hotel room is seen, with a huge double bed, bedside tables and a big plasma TV at the end of the bed on a wall. To the side, a mini fridge is pushed against the wall, as well as a kettle. A door leading off to a big bathroom is seen in one corner of the room. Brandi lays back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, painted perfectly white.

"A girl could get used to this life" She says "I mean really get used to this life. All I gotta do if I want this sweet life, is destroy a couple of chicks, and it's all mine. All fucking mine. Destroying these barbie bitches will be easy, and when I do, I'll get more noticed, and if I get more noticed, I get more money, if I get more money, I'll get more fame, if I get more fame, everyone else can fuck right off and I'll be on top of the world. This room will look like a pig stye shit hole, compared to what I will have when I'm all famous and stuff. All this redneck woman has to do is smack seven bags of shit out of that piggy face piss poor excuse for a supermodel, and her invisible friend, that's it and fame will be mine"

Brandi lays back on the bed, her hands behind her head

"I am not impressed with these silly little bimbos, which means I can physically slap the make up off their faces, just rear my hand back and slap slap slap, until they have no make up on their pretty little faces. I will hit those fucktards so hard, their past generations will feel it. I will knock the caps off their teeth."

Brandi smiles

"They have no business in a wrestling ring, that silly little invisible woman already pissed on this match by being quiet and not coming out to face me. She's probably sat their hiding away like a silly little bitch, crying, whining, scared out of her damn tiny little mind, scared that she's gonna lose everything" Brandi says with her eyes narrowing. "She's right, she is gonna lose everything, she's gonna be gone after this match, gone to the nearest hospital, or running back home to momma because she's not good enough to be here, we both know it, my partner knows it, her partner knows it. What a let down, we couuld have put someone good in this match who has the bottle to show up and talk, we could have give me someone else to fuck up, but noooooo, they put in this retarded bitch who lost the ability to speak, but that's ok, that's ok, that's just fine, cause I will punish her for being a silly little bitch, for not coming out here and talking 'bout us, It gives me and Cookie more of a reason to smash the shit outta the little bitch. She''ll be pissing her pants by the time she gets to the ring, pissing herself at the thought of facing us, now she knows what I'm like. She knows she's walking in to the lions den and that someone's gonna snap her head from her little weisel like body. I think she's pissed me off now more by not talking then actually opening her yap and little words fall out, which is stupid, she is stupid, big time stupid. Now I don't care about her, I have no emotions towards her that make me see she's human. This isn't gonna be a little school yard brawl for the bitch, this is gonna be more like a bar room beatdown. I real honest to god bar room brawl. I'm gonna tap dance on the little girls head"

A strange look crosses Brandi's face, her mind becoming unhinged once more.

"Stamp, stamp, stamp till you stop moving little girl, and then I get to turn my attention to the little attention seeking whore who has opened her big yap" Brandi says in a low, dangerous sounding tone "The era of Fablousness? Fucking really? Era of bullshit more like. Listen up little girl, There's fuck all special about you and standing in front of the camera posing does nothing to scare me. It spurs me on to make a positive change in your prissy little princess life. Take away those looks and what do you have? Nothing? Less then nothing? One step away from opening your legs while people film you. I can take away those looks, I really can, I can rip those looks from your face and show the world who you really are bitch. I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna take away those looks, I'm gonna rip them right off your face until you see who you are. You're nothing, just a sad and lonely little girl. Do you really think those people who have their heads so far up your arse, that they can see daylight when you open that mouth, would really be there if you didn't have those looks? Would they hell, they'll be sniffing the ass of someone else. You surround yourself by fakes, and you expect to be taken seriously?"

Brandi tilts her head with her eyes narrowing.

"Do you really think that?" Brandi asks "If you do, you need toshake those rocks out of your head fucktard. I mean seriously, these people are as fake as your tits. They wouldn't be seen dead with you if you didn't have those little looks of yours. Seriously Veronica, you need to take a look around at the people who you surround yourself with bitch face. Oh you do, you really do, look at them, look them in the eyes and ask your stupid self if they're there for you, or for themselves."

Brandi smiles strangely

"Silly little bitch thinks she can call me a cow?" Brandi says with a shake of her head "Keep digging bitch and try some originality. Just for that beer comment, your little ass will be stomped. There's nothing wrong with beer, but there is something wrong with you. Not even your partner wants to be by your side, what does that tell you? Maybe you should have a beer, go down to the nearest honky tonk bar, have a few beers, might make it less painful for you when someone has to pull that giant stick out of your ass! That little bitch is so uptight because despite her goddess complex, she can't land a man no matter how hard she tries to whore herself out. Last time the bitch farted she blew out a dust cloud. I saw some new photos of little miss princess, I don't know what the fuck leaking them in my direction was meant to do. All they are is more material for little boys to play with their dicks while looking at. Seriously, eat a burger you skinny bitch, cause thin is no longer in"

Brandi sits up

"I'm done talking about this little whore and her imaginary friend. I'ma hit the bar and have a few beers" Brandi says to herself. "These two will be leaving Blaze Of Glory with less teeth. You can count on that one... if those bimbos can actually count that is."

The scene fades to black

**Supercard Archives / I F*cking Hate Barbie Girls!**

« on: February 16, 2012, 11:41:54 AM »

A honky tonk style bar is our setting for today, bull horns hang above the bar, as well as various cowboy memorabilia hand from the wall. Many men walk around holding beer glasses in their hands, while dressed in blue denims and cowboy hats. The camera switches to a lady sitting at the bar, resting her elbows on the polished wooden surface. The sound of "Keep On Loving You" by Steel Magnolia fills the building with musical notes. The lady looks down in to a glass with ice in and points to it as the barman walks past. The barman quickly picks up a bottle and pours some dark colored liquid over the ice. The woman picks up the glass and takes a sip. The Barman looks at the women.

"What's wrong darlin'? Not your usual self today" The barman asks

The woman breaks her stare away from the glass and looks up at the man.

"Nothing really" she replies in a southern accent.

Quickly glancing away from the barman's stare and wrapping her fingers around the glass and raising ti from the bar.

"I'm just thinking" the woman adds.

"Brandi, I've known you since you was an ity bity girl" The barman responds "Now I know this ain't like you"

Brandi looks up with a smile

"Are you having trouble 'controling it' again?" He asks nervously

The smile fades from Brandi's face

"No" She quickly snaps back "I haven't hit anyone in the face in days. I'm controlling it jus' fine"

A look of relief crosses the barman's face.

"Good" the barman stumbles out "Last person you hit in here, still hasn't had his teeth fixed"

Brandi tilts her head, a smile across her face

"Come people can't take no for an answer" Brandi says with a shrug "Besides, wouldn't have been so bad if he had hair."

The barman laughs but Brandi's phone starts to ring. Brandi raises her hand up to the barman and he nods and Brandi answers the phone.

"Hello" Brandi says slowly down the phone

She waits for an answer

"Yes, this is Brandi, who's this" She asks

Brandi pauses while she listens

"Oh hi!" Brandi says with a smile "I'm doing good, thanks"

Brandi waits for a few seconds, her eyes growing wider by the second

"Oh wow!" She says surprised "When do you want me there?"

She waits again, but excitement crosses her face

"Blaze Of Glory is a mighty big event" she gushes out "It's a supercard ain't it?"

Listening for a reply, she waits

"That's just fine with me" Brandi replies "Who will I be facing?"

Another pause

"Veronica Taylor?" Brandi says quickly "Isn't she the supermodel?"

Brandi's facial expression changes to a darker look, her eyebrows lower and she starts breathing deeply.

"Who's the other chick?" Brandi asks

As Brandi waits for an answer, she picks up her drink and takes a sip.

"Oh right" Brandi says slightly disinterested

She waits for the voice at the end of the line to continue.

"Sure thing!" She says with a smile "I'll be there! bye for now!"

Brandi presses a button on the phone and places it on the bar. She looks up, a strange smile on her face, the barman approaches her again.

"I've seen that look before Brandi" The barman says tugging his collar "You're not gonna start trouble in here, are ya?"

Brandi slowly turns her head to face him.

"No, but I'm going to Vegas to stomp the holy shit out of some supermodel bitch. You know how much I hate these shallow sluts, I'm gonna go and make one look a lot more unpretty"

Brandi stands up and heads towards the door.

"I swear that girl is on a timer. Hears one thing she don't like and some poor bastard ends up in hospital." The barman says with a quick shake of his head.

As Brandi walks past a balding man, as she heads towards the exit. The man reaches behind her and grabs a handful of her rear end. Brandi stops in her tracks and turns around, looking the man up and down.

"Not even close to being up to my standard" She says in a low tone.

She pulls her hand back and punches the man in the nose, instantly causing blood to spray from it. The camera moves back to the barman.

"See what I mean?"

A little while later, Brandi is seen rustling through a narrow looking home, a trailor. She picks up various clothes and throws them in to a bag.

"Can't believe I'm heading to Vegas to beat up a supermodel bitch" She says "I hate little sluts who think they can get by with no talent but looks. It's not hard to stand in front of a camera and it's not fucking surprise that these little fake tanned barbie doll bitches are as dumb as a pile of rocks and as shallow as a puddle. I've seen this stupid bitch running her mouth about people and thinking that she's good enough because of her looks. I've seen those airbrushed photos of the Hollywood pose, teeth, tits and toes, of her. Maybe she gets a kick out of being spotty pimply teenage boys wet dreams. Maybe she gets a kick out of knowing little boys have their meat in their hands, pumping for oil over those fake tits. Knocking one out over silicone. I can't wait to get in the ring with her. Someone's gonna bring her down a peg or two and show her the sun doesn't shine out of her ass!"

Brandi picks up something else and throws it in a bag.

"She thinks she'll have an easy win, but all that silly little airhead will end up with, is fucking stitches" Brandi says with an intense look on her face "Lots of stitches and broken teeth. That pretty little face ain't gonna look so pretty anymore. Hell, if it wasn't for make up, she wouldn't look pretty anyway. Snobby little girl is gonna get a reality check, she's gonna get dragged back in the real world, and beaten down like the piece of shit that she is. I think I'm gonna take my time with her in the ring, rip her to pieces slowly, and enjoy every second of it. She like's the attention, I'm gonna give her all the attention she want, make it world wide news that Veronica Taylor will have to give up modelling because her face is gonna look like a Canadian hockey player. All missing teeth and battered. She'll be so fucked up, she won't even be able to get a job modeling masks. This is gonna be so much fun"

Brandi picks up a bag and moves it closer to the door.

"This is perfect for me, wrestling, beating people up and getting away with it" She says with a chuckle "I can do all that fancy shit they do, hell, I've been kicking peoples asses since the third grade and I haven't slowed down yet. People might as well pay me for it. I hope SCW offers medical care, because I think a lot of their chicks will be needing medical care. Be more broken bones and shit then anything else, starting with this Taylor chick"

Brandi walks over to a small fridge and opens it, pulling out a beer and popping the cap, taking a drink and continues to ramble on.

"Should I be worried that once I get my hands around someone's throat, I won't be able to let go?" Brandi wonders to herself "Naw, it's gonna make people take notice of me, it's gonna make people see that the competition just got a whole lot tougher, and I get to break some bones while I'm at it. Hmmmm, broken bones, broken bones, shattered bones, shattered faces of those barbie girl wannabes, those silly little bitches who think they're something special. I can show them they're not and be on TV. Ma and Pa would be proud of me for standing up for normal people, not head up their own ass people. I gotta make an example though, I gotta hit the ground running, then hit some nobodies as hard as I can. I can really break bitches faces, I can, I can, I CAN!"

Brandi chuckles to herself before taking another sip of beer.

"I want this Taylor slut to try and cheat, I want her friends to get involved, I want them to step in to the ring so I can break their faces too" She says, sounding more and more excited by the thoughts "I can break my opponents faces and their friends, and get away with it. I know that Taylor chick is used to a pounding, but when she's having her hair pulled and ass slapped, but I'll be pounding her with my fists. She won't have to do the work, cause I'll be on top, pounding right fist, left fist, right fist, left fist and she will scream, she will scream louder then she has done before, she will moan but it won't be pleasure, be pain, lots of pain, more pain then this little princess can handle. I'll be hitting her so hard, her ugly mother will feel it and seven generations down. Not that this one will be repoducing, people treat her for what she is, another slutty fuck toy. Her life will be empty and shallow and after Blaze Of Glory, very, very ugly. Very ugly, Bea Arther ugly. I'll be slapping that pretty off her face!"

Brandi takes a huge gulp of beer and sits down.

"Glorified hooker" Brandi says with a nod "Send the piggie back to the streets where she belongs... piggie, why would I say piggie. Probably cause that nose, looks like a pig. I will make that hog oink"

Brandi nods convincingly

"And who's her little partner in the pig pen?" Brandi contemplates "Jesse Atlas... who the fucking hell is Jesse Atlas?"

Brandi scratches her head.

"No one's heard of this little girl" Brandi says "Little girl's doing the right thing, keeping that mouth shut. Hiding away, probably looking in the mirror wondering what to do since I got put in the match, or out buying running shoes, because this woman's gonna have to run, and run fast, cause she don't want me to catch her and break her face. I will break her face, really break her face. I got everything to prove and if it means I have to hurt people to get noticed, so be it, I'm gonna hurt her, and hurt her good. I'm like the big bad wolf. I will huff and I will puff and I will break your face!"

Brandi cracks her knuckles and smiles

"Fuck what the doctors say, I don't need anger management" She says, trying to convince herself "I don't have anger issues, I just have a short fuse for bullshit."

Brandi nods

"Yeah, short fuse for bullshit" She mutters, clearly convinced herself "and these two, these two are full of it. Little Miss 'Look At Me' and the invisible biatch. Both need the shit kicked out of them to make them nicer people, I can do that for them, and I'll even waive the ass kicking fee that I usually charge, this one is on me, this one is all for me. I'm gonna love it, I'm gonna love wiping the floor with this one, I'm looking forward to it. Stomp, crack, stomp, crack, stomp, crack... my boot, your skull. That should give them the message. That should show them I'm not here to lose to these poor excuses for women. I'm here to get noticed. This is all in the name of therapy. It's gonna be so good to stamp and break and shatter these people. It's like I am made for this business where I can rip at these two apart and feel so much better about the world. I'm lucky, a very lucky girl that on my debut, I can take out two for the price of one, two for one, special offer, two ass kickings for the price of one, what a bargain and I love a good ol' fashioned bargain. To celebrate this good ol fashioned bargain, I can hand out a good ol' fashioned beating"

Brandi takes another sip of beer, then puts the bottle down on a small table.

"If anyone heard me talking like this, they'll probably think I'm crazy" Brandi says while looking around "I'm not crazy, I just like what I like and I like to hurt people who think they're better then me. I had people who are like that, I hate them, they make me see red. It's not my fault, it's them, they're the one's who make me see red, they're the ones who make me do it. They're the ones who make me twisted with their holier then thou attitude, they're asking for it, they deserve it, they need to be dragged down. The good lord created us equal, and these bitches are rebelling against it. They deserve all they get, they deserve it for thinking they're better then the rest of us"

An angry look crosses Brandi's face

"That changes, as soon as I get to Vegas. These chicks are gonna be like mascara in the rain, running!" Brandi says with a smile "Taylor and Atlas are gonna be the first two, then I'll move on and beat someone else, then someone else until I have no one left to destroy. I will be the one no one wants to face, cause I will take them all out. I will do it, I can do it. All the way to the top, and get show who the dominant rookie is. Little miss supermodel is new to this world, and her friend is nowhere to be seen, my own partner hasn't had many matches here. Oh wait, I get it, we're all in a match to see how good we are, who's worth moving up and who gets to stay at the bottom, oh I get it, and all I gotta do is step over everyone in my way. I got to step over these two hoochies and look better then my partner and then that guy who called me and that other guy will see how talented I am and push me up the ranks. I'll be facing the bigger and better opponents within a month. A month and I'll be at the top, that's all I need after this match. All I need is a month, one month, that's it. I can do that, I just gotta smash that duluded bitch and her partner, harder then I've punched anyone before in my life. I just gotta beat these two like crazy, use their heads like a drum and thump, thump, thump"

Brandi smiles widely

"I can do that" She tells herself "See red, and attack, fuck defensive, just go out there like a train roaring out of the station and just destroy. Easy, so easy, I can really make these bitches sit up and take notice that the chicks division just got a shit load more violent. Fuck yeah! Violence is the way forward, these little princesses won't like violence, they won't like it when I get my hands around their throats, all the hair pulling and eye gorging in the world won't help them. Sorry ladies, I don't do cat fights, I smack the shit out of people. Hair pulling ain't gonna save ya from a straight right hand to the jaw, slaps are not gonna have any effect on me when all I'll be doing is grabbing your barbie doll face and headbutting right above your nose"

Brandi's eyes open wider

"Oh that sounds good" She says with a nod "Headbutting, must put that on the list to do to Barbie and Cindy. I could really rearrange their faces with a move like that. Note to self, headbutt them both, spin their noses around the other side of their faces. It will help me prove to them that there is no place in fighting for stupid little hair pulling and slapping, just room to punch, really punch without worrying about breaking a finger nail. No place in the ring for stupid sayings like 'OMG' unless you're about to get your face hit repeatedly by me"

Brandi stands up and picks up a bag and walks towards the door. Leaving the mobile home and outside, to a where a big red jeep is parked. She throws the bag in the back and walks back in doors, picking up the beer from the table.

"These stupid bimbos aren't gonna know what the fuck as hit them" Brandi says confidently "Veronica Taylor and Jesse Atlas are just the first of many about to fall to me. Hell, I'm gonna get the job done so well, these little ladies will be telling the whole division to avoid me, because I bring the pain. I can't wait, these women aren't gonna know what's hit them, and I bet they run after seeing what I do to these two. You thought hurricane Katrina caused some damage, you just wait till I get to Vegas. Fuck yeah! Bring this shit on!"

Brandi takes a sip of beer and walks towards the door and walks out. The camera fades out with a shot of the door

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