[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 10/10/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 10/11/2015  

[Alexis Edwards]

 The Angel Pleads Her Case

I hear the whispers.  I see all the fuckin’ stares.  I get it.  People think I don’t deserve to have been put in this match for the Bombshell Internet Championship.  I’m constantly overlooked, underrated and underappreciated.  But that’s okay, because in just less than two weeks’ time, at High Stakes V, I’ll be bringing that title to the Nobodies.  It’ll be around my waist and there ain’t a damn thing either Lucy Seraphina or Amy Marshall can do about it.

I’ve only been in SCW for a couple of months now, but I’ve done enough research to know a few facts.  The Internet Championship has only been around since the beginning of the year and Roxi Johnson was the only Bombshell to hold it for just over three months.  After she lost it to Amy Marshall in June, the damn thing has been back and forth like some messed up game of hot potato.  It’s really quite pathetic.

And it’s not just the Bombshell Internet Championship, either.  Aside from Mikah’s World Bombshell Championship, and now Despayre holding the Internet Championship, no one can keep a hold of a fuckin’ title!  I don’t get it!  What is so fuckin’ hard about winning a title, and defending it successfully, huh?  You won the damn thing, you should be able to be champion for a while, right?

Apparently that’s not the case here in SCW.  So…I’m here to change that.  At least where one title is concerned.  I set my sights on the Internet Championship because it seems to be passed around more than others lately, so I’m going to save it from becoming absolutely worthless and make it worth something.  Wait…that might not be completely possible considering I’m a Nobody, but you know what I mean people!  If not, you’re all just fuckin’ morons, but whatever.  

I’m not going to fight for a title under some lame ass match that gets determined by a rigged roulette wheel.  It ain’t going to happen.  Don’t get me wrong, I could easily..easily win a Roulette match, regardless of the stipulation, but I just ain’t interested.  And as for the World Bombshell Championship?  Well..Mikah has herself on a nice little run with that thing so I’m just going to leave it alone.  She’s doing a kick ass job as World Bombshell Champion, so the Internet Title is as good as mine.

For months people had to watch the constant back and forth drama and bullshit between Roxi Johnson and Amy Marshall.  Oh…and on occasion, Keira Johnson also.  I haven’t exactly gone back to see what the fuck started it all, but I really have no interest in it either.  The fact is, that shit got real old, real fast.  Amy Marshall never should have been given a shot at the Internet Championship, much less even winning the damn thing and becoming the first Bombshell Grand Slam Champion in SCW history, because that honor is basically worth shit now, don’t you think?

I’m not out to do what so many other wrestlers are out to do by winning as many titles as I possibly can.  I’m only out to win a fucking title and prove I can defend it for longer than the rest of these worthless idiots.  Seriously…I’m the Nobody, but have you SEEN some of the past, and in some cases current champions this place has?  But whatever…I’m sure nothing I’m saying matters to any of you…yet.

But it will.  Sooner or later.  Because you see…I don’t care how long it takes.  I don’t care what the fuck I have to say or do…I WILL make you all realize that I mean business.  Nobody or not…I’m still the toughest bitch on this roster by far and my actions in this triple threat match will once again prove that.  

Amy and Lucy can whine and cry all they want about me being put in this match, but the fact of the matter is…if the bosses didn’t see something in me, they wouldn’t have done it right?  Or maybe they would have because let’s face it…I wasn’t going to stop until I got what I wanted.  

And I didn’t.

My moment is right around the corner, and I can’t fuckin’ wait.

I can already feel that shiny gold in my hands…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Santa Marta, Colombia
Immediately Following Climax Control
~*~ON CAMERA~*~

What…a…night!  People can talk all the shit they want to, but tonight was definitely my night, regardless of what that porn star whore did to me.  I beat Roxi Johnson, like I said I would so people can finally shut the fuck up about that.  Though I’m sure they won’t.  But whatever.  Let them talk shit.

After I made everyone’s favorite superhero tap out like the weak bitch that she really is, I took the next step in my plans to get the Internet Championship.  You see, I knew that champions versus challengers match was the next perfect opportunity to take advantage of.  The only tough part was deciding which bitch I wanted to target, because I went after both Amy and Lucy last time and I knew it’d be kinda difficult to do that again this time.  So I had to decide.  

Would I go after Lucy Seraphina?  The new champion who has literally had nothing to fuckin’ say about anything?  Or do I go after the proud whore who actually responded to my attack?  In the end, it was a pretty easy decision, and I’m sort of paying for it now.

I was watching the entire match backstage, waiting for the right moment.  When I realized that moment was approaching fast, I was quick on my feet and ran down to the ring just in time.  Little miss Amy was just trying to get into the ring to break up the pin, but I prevented that from happening.  I know Amy will cry foul and say I cost them the match and blah, blah, blah, but come on?  If I wanted to cost them the match, I just would have attacked Lucy or Melanie and gotten them disqualified.  

My plan didn’t work out exactly as I had hoped, though.  Amy was able to fight back pretty fuckin’ quick, and in the end, she somehow found a stupid baseball bat covered in barbed wire and attacked me with it.  Not only did she nail me in the midsection, but she swung that bat right across my back and now I’ve got flesh wounds all over!

But I’m not complaining.  Far from it actually, because I don’t know if Amy realized this or not when she used that bat against me, but physical pain doesn’t slow me down.  But I won’t lie.  That barbed wire hurt like a bitch digging into my skin.  

After the match, several SCW officials helped me backstage.  I knew I’d be able to walk myself, but they insisted on escorting me to the medical locker room, which is I’m at right now.  I’m sitting on an exam table, slightly hunched over with my tank top pulled up so they can assess my wounds.  One EMT is looking at my midsection and the other is looking at my back.

EMT #1: Alexis, you should probably just remove that tank top.  This could take a while and your arms might get uncomfortable holding it up.

I roll my eyes before I look at him, reluctant to do as he says.

Lex: Yeah right, dude.  You may be an EMT and all, but I know that is just some lame ass excuse to get me to take my shirt off so you can get a good look at my cleavage.  I’m not an idiot.

The EMT laughs as he wipes away some blood from my midsection.

EMT #1: This is my job, Alexis.  I’m not one to take advantage of stuff like that.  I’m trying to make this easier on all of us.  The sooner we get these cuts cleaned and treated, the sooner you can get out of here.

He stops for a moment and just gives me a stern look.  A part of me knows he’s right, but still.  I’m sure every male EMT has at least stolen a peek at one point or another, regardless of what they tell you.  I roll my eyes again and let out a sigh before I finally do as he tells me and pull my tank top over my head and remove it.  I’m left in just my sports bra, and I’m a little disappointed as I stare down at my now ruined tank top.

Lex: That bitch is going to pay for this.

EMT #1: Try and sit still, okay?

I don’t say anything in response as I try and sit still while they work on cleaning me up.  A few minutes later the door bursts open.  The first person to walk through the door is my masked sort of friend and Tim is right behind her.

Nobody: Damn girl!  That looks painful.  She really did a number on you.

I chuckle a bit as I look down to my stomach.  The bleeding has subsided and is wiped up for the most part so all that is left behind are the many cuts and tiny gashes.  The EMT gives me another look, reminding me to sit still.  When I look back to Tim and our masked friend, Tim is looking away, almost uncomfortable.

Lex: You and I both know this is nothing compared to my initiation, which by the way, you led the pack in.  So Amy Marshall hardly did anything, obviously.  And Tim, dude, you don’t have to look away.  I’ve got a damn sports bra on for fuck’s sake.

Tim: Sorry, I just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with that or not.  You doing okay?

I nod with a convincing smile.

Lex: Never better.  This shit hurt, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t exactly handle.  I oddly enjoyed it.

My eyes widen a bit as I realize what I just said.  As far as I know, our masked friend has no idea about my secret, and I’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Nobody: Shit, I would have, too, probably.  That just gives you more of a reason to kick her ass when you finally get her in a match.  And hopefully it’s at High Stakes.

Lex: There’s no hopefully about it, friend.  I will be in that match at High Stakes V whether Amy likes it or not.

Tim: You’re in the match?

I nod with a wicked grin.

Lex: I don’t think Amy or Lucy know it yet, but I told just a few minutes ago.  Triple threat match for the Bombshell Internet Championship.

Nobody: Looks like one of us is getting herself noticed.  Careful, Lex.  If you keep that up, you might not be much of a Nobody anymore.

She laughs but I just glare at her, annoyed that she would even suggest it.  Before I can speak another word, though, Tim speaks up.

Tim: Or maybe it’s just her new friendship with Mikah that has somehow helped her out.  I mean, I’m sure Mikah put in a good word for you to Mark.

I now glare at Tim who has a slight grin on his face, despite the fact that he is being serious.

Lex: Man you two need to shut the fuck up.  I’ll always be a damn Nobody, regardless of what happens.  And as far as Mikah is concerned, she had nothing to do with it.  I didn’t ask for her help because I don’t fuckin’ need it.

Nobody: Doesn’t mean she didn’t go to Mark about it anyway.  I still can’t believe you stopped me from knocking a few of her teeth out.

Tim: She has a point, Lex.  Even if you didn’t ask Mikah to ask Mark to give you this title shot, what makes you think she didn’t?

They both stare at me for a moment, waiting for me to answer.  The truth is, I don’t know the answer to that question, so I try to avoid answering it all together.

Lex: Can we just not get into this right now, please?  Because if we do, it’s only going to get me pissed off.  You guys might not like Mikah, but I really don’t think she’s as bad as you and everyone else make her out to be, so just fuckin’ drop it, alright?!

Nobody: Whatever you say.  I still think you’re wrong.

Tim: Anyway…We’re getting ready to get out of here and go find something to do.  You want to come with?

I glance over to our masked friend, quickly noting her dislike for inviting me along.  I know the two of them will be teaming together against Jessie Salco and Steve Ramone at High Stakes V, but I’d love nothing more than to be the third wheel in this situation.  Actually, I wouldn’t, even though the thought of them…Shit.  Okay.  I need to just stop right there.  I shake my head as the EMTs bandage me up.

Lex: Nah, I’m good.  I mean, I’d like to, but I think I’m just gonna head back to the hotel and crash.  I’m sure you guys have to talk about your match in a couple weeks anyway.

Tim: You sure?

Nobody: Girl said she’s okay, Timbo.  Don’t pressure her into doing something she doesn’t want to do.

I’m half way tempted to change my mind at that moment, but I hold myself back.  The EMTs finish bandaging my back and midsection finally, and I’ll be on my way shortly.

Lex: Yeah I’m sure.  I’ll be fine, Tim.  You two go on without me.

Tim: Alright.  Well, if you change your mind later, just shoot me a text and I’ll let you know where we are.  

I nod as I put my tank top, as tattered and bloody as it is, back on over my head.  Tim and our masked friend head out without another word, and as soon as they are gone, I shake my head, disappointed.

Lex: Should have been me…

I speak the words out loud, referring to the fact that I had hoped to be the one teaming with Tim at some point.  Not her.  But I had to go and screw things up for weeks.  Things are pretty much back to normal, but the damage is done.  And now Tim and our masked friend have become closer friends in the meantime.

EMT #1: You’re free to go Alexis.  But take it easy for a bit and if those wounds start getting infected, it’s best to get checked out at a hospital.  Nothing requiring stitches, though.

Lex: Yeah, thanks.  I’ll be fine, though.

I slide off of the exam table and head out of the medical locker room.  I head down the hall towards the Bombshell locker rooms to get my stuff and head back to the hotel, because I’m now ready to just be by myself and get some rest.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Monday October 5th
3 A.M
Still in Colombia…
~*~OFF CAMERA~*~

I fully intended to crash the moment I got back to my hotel room after Climax Control.  Too bad things don’t always go the way I plan.  Who the fuck am I kidding?  They never go the way I plan, so I should be used to this shit by now.  

I don’t know why, but I’ve been regretting heading back to the hotel by myself.  I’m debating sending Tim a text to see if they’re still out around Colombia, much less still awake, but I fight back the urge no matter how bad I want to do it.  A part of me wonders what they’re doing…what kind of trouble they’re causing, if anything.

Lex: Fuck!  Just stop, Alexis!  Get this shit out of your head!

I’m standing in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower.  My hair is still pretty wet but I’ve got a pair of pajama pants and a tank top on.  Looking at myself in the mirror doesn’t help me clear my head any.  I lower my head for just a moment and take in a deep breath.  A few seconds later, I’m startled when that angelic voice comes from behind me.

“Angel” Lex: You can’t always fight your feelings, Alexis.  You shouldn’t run from them, either.

I look up in the mirror, noticing in the mirror that she has appeared behind me, wearing her signature modest white dress.  Her skin almost appears to be glowing as well and- Wait.  What the fuck am I thinking?!  She’s not real!!  She’s a fucking hallucination!  One that I would like to punch just as much as her evil counterpart.

Lex: Geez, not you again.  What the fuck do you want now?

“Angel” Lex: I’m your conscience, Alexis.  I will check up on you from time to time.  Especially if you continue to struggle as you have been lately.  You’re on the right path, though.  And I commend you for that.

I laugh and shake my head then turn around to face her.  I lean my back against the sink and put my hands up to the counter as well.

Lex: *chuckles* Gee, don’t I just feel all warm and fuzzy now that I’m doing something to your liking.  FYI, I don’t need you to check up on me.  I’m fine.  Better than I have been in fact so you can just disappear for good now, thanks.

“Angel” Lex: You’re lying to yourself if you believe that, honey.  If you were fine, your mind wouldn’t be as conflicted as it is.  Over Tim.  Over wrestling.  Over your life in general.  I’m going to be around for a while unless things change.

I roll my eyes, folding my arms across my chest in the process.  What is it going to take for me to get this chick to disappear?

Lex: What the fuck has to change?  You obviously haven’t noticed but things between Tim and I are back to normal.  He’s talking to me again and he’s not mad.  I’m fine.

She shakes her head and takes a step towards me.  If I didn’t know that she was only a figment of my imagination, I’d really think she was real.  Thank fuck that she’s not, though.

“Angel” Lex: That may be true, but you’re still upset over the situation aren’t you?  You’re so wrecked with guilt at three o’clock in the morning that Tim is teaming with—

Lex: Don’t say her name…

I have to stop her from saying her name.  Since she’s a figment of my imagination I’m sure she knows my masked friends name.

“Angel” Lex: You’re so guilty that he’s teaming with her and not you, that you can’t even get some proper sleep.

Lex: You don’t know what you’re talking about.  I have nothing to feel guilty about.

I push myself away from the sink and walk out of the bathroom, heading back into the room.  I head over to the window and open the curtain just enough to look outside.  It’s not much of a view, but I’m trying to distract myself any way I can.  Sadly, she follows behind me.

“Angel” Lex: No?  So the fact that you chose to set your sights on a championship first over doing something Tim had actually quietly suggested to you in the first place by going after Jessie Salco.  Instead you chose to show your independence and make your own decision.  Now because of it, Tim is teaming with…her…and not you.  So you’re having second thoughts.

I shake my head again, refusing to turn around and face her again, let alone agree with her.

Lex: You’re wrong.  I’m not having second thoughts.  I’m ready to go for the Internet Championship and Tim knows that.  I deserve it.  The Nobodies deserve it.

“Angel” Lex: You keep saying that, Alexis, but you haven’t fully convinced yourself of that yet.  You need to stop beating yourself up.  When you told Tim the truth recently, you took the first step in changing things.  Regardless of what you, or even he thinks, you’re not a nobody, sweetie.

Lex: What exactly do you want me to do?  The only reason I told Tim what happened to me is because I was sick of him being pissed at me.  What else do you want from me?

I feel her hand touch my shoulder and I suddenly turn around to face her.  She has a caring look on her face as she continues to give me advice as only she can.

“Angel Lex: You need to tell him how you feel, sweetie.  How you really feel.

I laugh and shake my head.

Lex: How I really feel?  You know, for being a part of me, you really don’t know what you’re talking about.  Tim and I are just friends, and I’m perfectly fine with that.  I don’t see him like anything different.

“Angel” Lex: You’ll need to admit it sooner or later because everyone can see it, sweetie.  Roxi Johnson did when you faced her last night.  If you keep lying about it, people are going to use it to their advantage to get under your skin.

Lex: Oh, you mean like you are doing right now?  Let people think whatever the fuck they want.  Men and women can be just friends.

She nods and smiles.

“Angel” Lex: That is true, but come on, Alexis.  You have feelings for Tim that go beyond friendship.

Lex: Stop!  Just stop!

She frowns as I raise my voice at her.  I walk past her, pulling at my hair, fed up with her trying to convince me of something that just isn’t true.

Lex: Why do you always seem to do this shit during times I really don’t need it?  I need to start focusing on this Internet Championship match at High Stakes V.  Not worrying about jumping into a relationship that you seem to think I want!  Because I don’t.  I don’t need to be like every other trashy person on the roster by worrying about who to drop my pants for.

“Angel” Lex: That is not what I am suggesting, Alexis.  But, getting the truth out there will help you tremendously, because I see what is going to happen if you don’t.  It’s all going to affect your wrestling in the long run.

Lex: Yeah it will affect my wrestling because it’s going to make me more pissed off and more dangerous.  That’s kinda the plan.

She shakes her head and approaches me again.

“Angel” Lex: Alexis, listen to what I’m telling you.  If you win the Bombshell Internet Championship, how is it going to make you feel?  How are you going to act around Tim and Connor when either of them won’t?

I close my eyes.  I have a headache coming on and I rub my temples to try and get it to subside.  Unfortunately, it won’t completely go away until this bitch leaves me alone.

“Angel” Lex: Just think about it, sweetie.  I’m not trying to stress you out any further.  I’m here to help you.  I just need you to realize that.

Lex: Well you’re not helping me at all.  So you might as well just give up and leave me alone.

She sighs and shakes her head, but she holds her hands up in defeat.

“Angel” Lex: Alright.  Fine.  I will leave you alone for a little bit, but you really need to think about what I said.  I really want nothing but the best for you, sweetie.

I take in a deep breath and before I know it, she vanishes into thin air without another word from her or me. I close my eyes and rub my temples again, trying to clear my head of everything she just said to me.  In the end, I only know of one thing that will help.

Without wasting another thought, I rush back to the bathroom to get my razor.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Witch and The Whore
Time to Shoot ‘Em Both!
~*~ON CAMERA~*~

What can I say Amy Marshall and Lucy Seraphina that I haven’t already said before?  Well…I guess I should rephrase that because I have plenty more that I can say about both, but for very different reasons.  You see, Lucy Seraphina, our prestigious Bombshell Internet Champion, doesn’t seem to talk a whole lot does she?  I give her more than enough reason to respond, and what does the bitch do?  Nothing!  Absolutely nothing!

Hello!  Lucy!  Are you out there?!  Do you have ANYTHING to say?!  EVER?!  It’s been weeks since I attacked you after you won that title and you’ve barely made any mention of it, let alone done anything to prove you even deserve that belt!  You don’t deserve it Lucy.  You never have, and you never will.

Aside from doing what everyone else has done at some point or another by beating Amy Marshall for a title, what exactly have you done since you signed with SCW, Lucy?  You joined shortly before I did and somehow, they thought you had earned a shot at the Bombshell Internet title based off of your less than stellar record.  I don’t fucking get it.  And now, because of that reason, you actually have a title in your possession.  Too bad it won’t be for very long.

You see, Lucy.  You’re about to be in the very same position that Amy has found herself in time and time and time again.  You’re about to face your very first title defense.  That all important defense that will prove what kind of champion you are.  Are you a worthy and deserving champion?  Or are you what Amy is?  Nothing but a paper champion who can win titles, but just can’t defend them.

I’ll prove you to be the latter, honey.  

Don’t get me wrong, there is no doubt in my mind that if…IF this had been what Amy wanted as a one-on-one rematch, you would have easily defeated her.  EASILY! But, you see, I just had to go and get my name tossed into the mix because as I said earlier, you don’t deserve to be the Bombshell Internet Champion.  That and I was sick of seeing Amy getting shot after shot after shot.  

I hate to break it to you…actually, no, I don’t…but you’re about to follow in Amy’s footsteps.  Because I’m going to do whatever it takes to walk out of this match with the Bombshell Internet Championship around MY waist.  Though I’m sure the only one who will put up any sort of fight will be Amy.  

Won’t you Amy?

Amy…Amy…Amy…If I thought highly of you at all, I might suggest you be the next one to join the Nobodies, because honestly, that is exactly what you are becoming.  Seriously, I’m supposed to be the Nobody here, but you’re proving yourself to be more so than I am!  And your comebacks to things I’ve said against you?  You’re even more laughable than I ever thought.

Call me unoriginal and lame all you want, Amy, but what kind of person really acts proud of being what you are?  You’re a porn star whore and clearly proud of it?  Here’s a bit of advice for you, Amy.  Since you’re so proud of being the porn star that you are…or were…maybe you should just go back to taking and sucking dick for a living, because clearly you were way better at it than you have been at wrestling.

I’m not calling you a porn star whore as an insult Amy.  I’m calling you that as an observation.  That’s what you are, and that’s what you always will be.  From what I hear, you were quite successful at it.  We all have our skills, and your’s is apparently of the sexual nature.  Whatever.  It is what it is.

Wrestling just isn’t your thing.  Sure, you’re the first Bombshell Grandslam Champion here in SCW, but trust me when I say you got lucky each and every time.  The only championship you maybe didn’t get lucky in carrying was the Bombshell Tag titles, but what does it say when Jessie Salco has to carry your ass in the tag division?  Seriously…Jessie Salco!  And what the fuck kind of name is the Metal and Punk Connection.  And you call ME lame?  I think you need to take a long look in the mirror.

Amy, you might as well give up now because you really don’t stand a chance.  You didn’t stand a chance before I was added to this match and now that I am?  Your chance just went out the fuckin’ window.  But I know damn well people are going to be betting against me.  I could really care less, though, because there is nothing I love more than proving people wrong.  Well, maybe except beating the shit out of people.

Which is what I’m going to do to you.

I bet you thought you had the one up on me after Climax Control, didn’t you?  You felt good smashing that barbed wire covered bat into my midsection and my back and making me bleed?  Not much to feel good about when it really didn’t bother me.  Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but when it comes to beatings like that?  I’ve taken a hell of a lot worse before, and I’m sure I’ll take worse in the future.  

I’m not afraid of you Amy.  I’m not intimidated by you and I sure as hell am not worried about losing this match, because I’ve already got this one in the bag.  I’ve proven myself to be a lot more dangerous than either you or Lucy, and I’ll prove it even more at High Stakes V.  You’re not walking out a three time Bombshell Internet Champion, Amy.  I refuse to let that happen.

So Amy…Lucy…I want you ladies to bring your worst.  Bring everything you have against me, because it’ll make it that much better when I beat you.  After this match, not one single person will be able to argue that I deserve to hold that belt.  

And I will.

At High Stakes V…This Nobody will be the new Bombshell Internet Champion, and there’s not a damn thing either of you can do about it.

See you soon, bitches!

[Amy Marshall]

 Sunday 5th October 2015
Santa Marta, Colombia
University of Santa Marta

~ During show ~

The scene opens backstage during the show, where we see Amy sitting on the sofa with Joey, as they watch the outcome of Roxi Johnson and Alexis Edwards match, which ends with Alexis Edwards getting the win over Roxi Johnson.

“Oh Roxi… ”

Amy says shaking her head, as she brushes some hair from her face.

“Friend of yours?”

Joey queries as he stands to his feet.

“Sort of… I’ll explain later.”

Amy said with a shrug, and it was true…. Roxi and Amy were sort of friends, but haven’t really spoken since Amy took the Internet title away from her the second time.

“Ok… So we have some time before your match… I fancy a walk.”

Joey says.

“Sure… anyone you want to meet or just watch another match or something to eat.”

Amy suggests.

“I want to meet one of your friends… strange request… but I just want to know who you hang around with.”

“Uh ok...”

Amy blinks and stands to her, as she has someone in mind but not sure if they would be in the mood.

“Cool.”

Amy smiles, as she grabs her jacket and makes her towards the locker room door with Joey in tow, where they then head out and Amy goes to find Jessie, who she knew was in the area, as she mentioned something about a promo with Steve.

Rounding the corner, Amy spots Jessie with Jake and Shane, as they talk amongst themselves, until Jessie spots Amy.

“Hey Amy.”

“Jessie… how are things.”
“Good… are you ready for your match later?”

Jessie queries, as she soon spots Joey beside Amy.

“I am… though I have doubts about Candy.”

Amy voices her concerns.

“I’m sure you will do fine… who is he?”

Jessie looks Joey up and down.

“Joey Santino”

He sticks his hand out for Jessie to shake, as she looks at his hand and takes it.”

“Jessie… my husband to the right of me is Shane and to the left is Jake.”

Jessie introduces everyone to each other.

“Nice to meet you.”

Joey smiles, as Jessie pulls Amy to one side.

“Who is he and why bring him to the show?”

Jessie whispered.

“Someone I met on the beach earlier on in the week… I have met him before several years ago.”

“And you trust him.”

“Yes… and he is gorgeous.”

Amy grins, as Jessie shakes her head.

“Maybe so… but be careful.”

“Yes mom.”

I joke, as Jessie shakes her head and returns her attention back to Joey, Jake and Shane.

“Guys… we better get moving.  It was nice meeting you Joey.”

“And you.”

Joey smiles, as he watches Jessie, Shane and Jake walk away, leaving Amy and Joey alone.

“She seems nice.”

Amy rolls her eyes, as she begins to head back down the corridor.
“She is a friend and tag team partner. We look out for each other and she is one tough chick.”

Amy says, as Joey follows close behind, as they head back to the locker room, where Amy continues to prepares for her match against Lucy and Gabrielle.


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Trying to save Candy from the pin, was fruitless as once again Alexis interfered in the match and this time, she stopped me from breaking the pin against Candy, as Lucy got the pin and won the match for her and Gabrielle to get the advantage going into the matches at High Stakes.

Annoyed at the fact that Lucy and Gabrielle managed to get the win, but with Alexis getting involved it infuriated me a whole lot more and as she tried to get the upper hand, it all backfired for her, as I throw her into the steel steps with a loud clatter before just kicking her body.

Feeling the hate inside me build, I begin to search for a weapon to put Alexis down for good, I didn’t care what weapon, as long as it inflicted pain.  Pulling out what I thought was a regular bat at first, I soon realise that it has barb wired wrapped around it, and it brought a great smile to my face and as I raise it up, the crowd go nuts too.

Turning to come face to face with Alexis, I swing the bat, which connects to her midsection, as Alexis she looks at me stunned and in pain, as I yank away the bat, as she doubles over in pain, which give me the opening to swing the bat across the back.

“Payback sucks bitch.”

I whisper into her ear, before throwing the bat down and backing away from Alexis, as I see the SCW officials appear and make my quick exit to the backstage area, ignoring the fact that Lucy and Gabrielle were celebrating their win.

Entering the backstage area, I grab a towel and water and begin to pace a little, as I think about my next move against Lucy and Alexis, as I knew that I was up against Lucy for my rematch at High Stakes, but Alexis was the big unknown and very very dangerous.

“Are you always wound up after a match?”

Came a male voice behind me, as I realised it Joey.

“Not always… but when you have an unfamiliar partner letting you down and some stupid brat interfering… you can’t help it.”

I let out a heavy sign, as I throw the towel to the ground.

“Come on Joey, I’ll show you how I forget about nights like this.”

“I… I can’t. Look I can’t do this… us… whatever it is… sorry Ames.”

Joey shakes his head and walks away.
“Wait… what?  Joey come back… damn it.”

Leaving me confused and what had spooked or even if I had said or done something, I got to run and catch up with him, but Miss Rocky Mountains appears.

“Hi Amy.”

“Rocky, it really isn’t a good time.”

“It’ll only take a few moments of your time.”

I look back, trying to spot Joey and where he is gone, but there is no sign of him.

“Amy… is it ok?”

“Uh yeah… sure.”

I said looking around.

“Great… first your thoughts on the outcome of the match.”

“Lucy and Gabrielle won… simple as… I can’t argue with the result other than the fact that Candy let me down big time and she ended being pinned… so technically Gabrielle got the upper hand on Candy, but Lucy never got it on me. However, come High Stakes, it will be different… Lucy has beaten me twice, but I am not going to allow that the third time.”

“What about Alexis?”

“Wrong place, wrong time.  I was ready for her and any stupid stunt she could pull… and well she came to the ring and I was ready. I just hope those barb wire scratches hurt like fuck and I hope she remembers not to fuck with me in the future.”

“Well thank you Amy, and good luck at High Stakes.”

“Thanks Rocky.”

Amy smiles, as she thanks Rocky, before heading off to find joey.


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Monday 6th October 2015
Santorini Hotel & Resort

The scene opens on top of the Santorini hotel and resort, where the view overlooks one of the many bays and the ocean and that over the many rooftop homes and businesses of the local’s, the camera then pans around to the stunning blue swimming pool and the white furniture, along with potted and hanging plants with varying colored plants and flowers.

On one of the sun loungers lays Amy wearing a black and green bikini, as she relaxed before making the preparations to go back to Vegas and get ready for High Stakes.  And while she looks relaxed, deep down she was pissed off and having vented her frustrations on twitter and to Erik and Chris… her match was no longer Lucy Seraphina verses Amy Marshall, but instead Lucy Seraphina verses Amy Marshall verses Alexis Edwards, who somehow picked up a fluke win against Roxi, to get inserted into the match. So now she had to work twice as hard to regain the internet title.

Clothing her eyes for a moment, she could feel a shadow fall over her.

“A Carveza Ancla por favour”

Amy asked, as she ordered a beer from who she thinks is the waiter or waitress.

“It’s only 11:30am”

The person says with some criticism in their voice.

“Day off and relaxation… what it is to you.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Sorry but you have no right to talk to me or even criticise me, not after you just left with your panties in a bunch.”

We soon realise that it’s Joey, standing by Amy, as he sits down on the other sun lounger next to Amy.

“I’m sorry.”

Amy shakes her head and ignores him.

“I’m sorry for leaving, I was confused and guilty and my head is all over the place.”

Amy looks over at him.

“Why?”

“I lost my wife 4 years ago… and I’ve haven’t dated or even slept with someone since her death and meeting you… and getting to know you has left me confused and I don’t know what to do about it. I got scared… that’s why I left.”

Joey explained, as Amy looked over at Joey, as he looks out over the sea of rooftops.

“I’m sorry.”

Amy sits up and places a hand on Joey’s hand.

“I didn’t realise anything was wrong… I can’t fix your feelings and I’ve been there… even though we had been broken up for months, my ex fiancé died in a car accident and I felt a little guilty after I met someone else.  It takes time and I don’t blame you.”

Amy smiles at Joey.

“What about my feelings though… I really like you.”

Joey said as he looked down at the floor, as Amy smiles.

“I like you too… I’ve really enjoyed your company this past week. I think we should go slowly and not rush into things.”

Amy suggested, as she looks into Joey eyes.

“I agree.”

Joey nods his head, as he smiles at Amy before removing his t-shirt and leaning back on the sun lounger.  The scene soon fades out on Amy and Joey taking in the sun, as the actual waitress comes along and takes Amy’s and Joey’s order of drinks.


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Congratulations Alexis… congratulations being the luckiest person in the company and for being inserted in a match that doesn’t concern you at all.  This was supposed to be my rematch between Lucy and myself… but oh no some asshole had to stick you into the match.

Several weeks back you complained on twitter about how many times I’m going to get a title shot at a title I don’t deserve… and I simply replied that I had a rematch clause unlike yourself… I bet you aren’t complaining now are you… but it does make you a hypocrite, as one win against Roxi doesn’t entitle you to this match… in fact you should have proven yourself in a number one contender match.

Still it didn’t shut you up… always running your pretty little mouth, opinions on just about everything… yap yap yap… like a little irritating Jack Russell dog. Even on Climax Control 127 aside you criticising all the champs pretty much, you also bitched about the internet title being passed around like a hot potato… and none those people have deserved it.

Well newsflash bitch… There has been only four people who have held the title… and between those four people Roxi and I have held the title twice… that’s two more times than you and we all have deserved the title shot and the title itself…  and if you refute that… then let me introduce my former dislocated ankle to your face.  Also calling us talentless and worthless, just goes to show that you are merely jealous of everyone success because, oh wait… you are constantly being over looked and nobody listens to you.

Boo fucking hoo Alexis… grow a fucking pair and grow the fuck up.

If you felt that you are being ignored… then you should have made an impact as soon as you joined Sin City Wrestling… not be little Timmy’s pathetic punching bag come lap dog.  It’s all your fault Alexis and I have no sympathy for your situation.

And come High Stakes… there will be no sympathy when you blow your one and only chance at undeserved gold….  You see I may not be able to bring or even use a weapon like I did at Climax Control, which I hope those injuries still hurt, because I am not done with you.

You have poked your nose in where it doesn’t belong and you will pay… and no doubt Lucy isn’t too appreciative you being in the same match.  But you know what I am going ensure that you are blocked out of this match… any chance of trying getting into this match and I will be in your face and knocking you off the apron or out of the ring.

This is between me and Lucy… you aren’t part of our plans…

And just to be clear… the internet title is coming back to me and neither you nor Lucy can do anything about it.


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Wednesday 7th October 2015
Las Vegas, NV.
Vlog.


I don’t know about you Lucy, but our match has been ruined with the inclusion of Alexis Edwards…however, I don’t want to focus on her… I want to focus on you and taking the Internet title from you.  So far my record against you as been pretty appalling with you beating me first for the Internet title and then at the last Climax Control in a tag team match… but in fairness I was partnered with Candy and I know nothing about her and well a certain gnat ruined the ending.

Anyway… you have had all the luck and wins against me, but at High Stakes I will be ready and I will be prepared to face you and you alone… no distractions – yes I do realise that Alexis is in this match -  I am going to fight hard to take the Internet title away from you.

I don’t care if I sound like a broken record, but hey I rather be a broken record than a cheap knock off of The Fallen… you see Lucy I am going to keep saying that I am taking the title away from you… because I will… you may have beaten me twice… but the third time won’t be so lucky for you.

It will be lucky for me though.

[The Seraphinas]

 Book 1: Silent Shadow
Chapter 7: Edge
~Part 1: The hunted~
Lucy had that feeling again like she was being watched by someone. Lucy couldn’t explain it but since Lillium was found in Rachel’s basement, an eerie feeling washed over her home in Russia. Claude and Rachel were over and the trio was watching UWF’s Adrenaline where Rachel had defeated Ricky Stanton.

Claude: Baby that was sexy. Didn’t I tell you! Didn’t I say that you’d win and that you’d destroy him?!

Rachel: Yes you did and I kept to my word and I guess I face him again in a steel cage. Good because I can beat him again!

Lucy tried to smile but she couldn’t. She was happy for Rachel but that feeling was getting to her again.

Lucy: Yes you can.

Claude: And we got our champion in a triple threat. Lucy let’s see some assassination in this one.

Both Rachel and Lucy laughed.

Lucy: Oh you will see some for sure. These two are going down and I love the petty shit they’ve hinted or said about me. It makes me laugh so damn hard. Let those two try to kill themselves I guess. I mean they have bad blood and I’ll be willing to drain them of it.

Claude: That’s my girl.

Rachel: Jesus! Lucy have you fed?

Lucy nodded her head no.

Lucy: I’ve had other things on my mind as of late.

Claude: Luce you’ve been feeding more than normal…everything okay?

Lucy: To be honest I’m not even sure anymore…I’ll be back soon guys I’m just going to the café to get a drink. I don’t feel like feeding off you Claude or get a bag.

Before Rei or Claude could say anything Lucy was already out the door. The wind wrapped around Lucy, lightly tickling her face. Lucy clutched her hood of the cloak and pulled it up. She didn’t want anyone to see her and she had a feeling something was about to happen.

Lucy: No pain from my scar.

Lucy got her dagger out from her hidden pockets in her cloak. Lucy felt the air shift from warm to an ice-cold feeling. Lucy looked up into the sky and saw snow starting to fall. Lucy blinked to make sure she was seeing this correctly. Well Lucy wasn’t seeing things at all, it was snow and Lucy tensed up quickly. Lucy felt her body running to get to the main road. Lucy knew she was in danger and from her left ear she heard a nose of something being shot off. Lucy didn’t need to turn and see, she already know it was an arrow. The arrow nearly touched the back of her shoulder but Lucy threw herself to the ground. The arrow zipped past her and Lucy looked around.

Lucy: Damn it!

Lucy got back up and started to run. She heard three more being shot off and this time Lucy turned. She blocked them with her dagger. Lucy turned back around and nearly slammed into a tree but at the last second she jumped and grabbed a branch. Lucy made the tree act like a bar and she spun around it like a gymnast. She stuck it and ran as fast as she could. Lucy heard footsteps behind her.

Lucy: Earth, block the arrows!

Lucy focused and made some of the Earth raise up. The arrows stuck into it and Lucy didn’t move.

“Come out, come out where ever you are daughter.”

Lucy covered her mouth trying to stifle a scream. She couldn’t believe her Father was here and her scar kicked in. Lucy bit her lip hard that blood was drawn. Lucy’s mind screamed in fear and she could tell he was near her and he had about three others with him. Lucy had to act fast and she jumped into a tree to watch from above.

Anisim: Come on Daughter, give Daddy a hug!

Anisim and his company came into her line of sight.

Anisim: Now where can she be? Go on split up! I want you to find her and fast; be careful though! Don’t be idiot, Earth is her domain and she’ll use it against you.

The group broken up and Lucy was ready for a fight. Anisim went back from once he came, one with gun went to the east, one with a sword went to west and the one with the arrows was heading for her. Lucy could tell he was a darklighter by the ensign on his bow.

Lucy: (whispers) C’mon I’ll take you down.

The darklighter got to the tree and looked around. Before he could do anything once he looked up Lucy came flying down and he was good as gone. Lucy rose to her feet and looked around before taking out her phone.

Lucy: PAT dial Claude Lajoie.

PAT: Dialing Claude Lajoie.

After three rings he picked up.

Claude: Lucy?

Lucy: Claude you and Rachel need to get out now! Anisim has company. He’s got two others with him. I took out one.

Claude: Define “Took out”.

Lucy looked down.

Lucy: He’s not seeing the light of day again.

Claude put it on speaker phone.

Rachel: I don’t see him, isn’t this place ward-proof?

Lucy: I think so.

Claude: Listen, I’ll let you feed off me get home now!

Lucy didn’t need to be told twice. Lucy started to sprint back to the house as fast as she could. Lucy had to keep her senses on alert. Lucy made it back to the house in about five minutes and she opened the door and slid in. She turned and locked the door behind her.

Rachel: This isn’t good.

Claude: Lucy the power is out.

Before Lucy could swear; her body started to shake.

Lucy: We need to leave!

Rachel grabbed Claude and Lucy’s hands and the three start to run off. The air started to chill like death himself had walked into the room.

Claude: What’s going on!?

Lucy: They’re here.

Arrows and bullets came crashing through the window. The trio ducked to the floor.

Rachel: Jesus!

Claude: How are we getting out of this?!

Lucy: Simple!

Lucy pressed a button and her Harley came up from the floor. The three get on and ala Cloud Strife style made an escape.

~Part 2: Lucy’s point of view~
Deabs and I just finished up training together, we had one of our best sessions yet. Each and every day I have been growing, I have been getting better and better. Deabs has helped me hone my skills to a level to where I believe I can beat anyone and everyone that gets in my way. Hell, I can probably beat Deabs now if I really wanted to. But no, this is about something else, not me beating Deabs. This is about me finally spreading my wings and getting some real experience under my belt. The only person I see eye to eye with are Deabs, we are the only two talented people in this fucking gym. I walk over to the bench near the ring and I grab a water bottle and open it up before taking a few sips. Deabs now walks up to me and pats me on the back.

Deabs: Good job Luce, you’re getting better. [/color

Lucy: Damn right I am!

Looking at me with a raised brow, Deabs responds.

Deabs: Ego Lucy.

Lucy: You’re the one to talk!

Deabs laughs as I had the point.

Deabs: Okay that’s true.

I stretched and heard my back pop.

Deabs: Are you sure you want to go through with this though?

My nerves begin to boil as once again, Deabs questioning me.

Lucy: Yeah I’m sure! Seriously who else is going to do this? Mel, Rei, Uri, Michelle?

Deabs: It’s not just that Luce. I know how you can get.

Lucy: HOW I CAN GET?! You know that we’ve been doing this for years. If I need to take out my Father I will. Don’t you think for a second I’m not capable of doing that!

Deabs puts his hand on his head and looks down at the ground, he then begins to shake his head in disappointment. As for me, well, I can feel my blood boiling at volcanic temperatures and there isn't a damn thing that can fix it.

Deabs: There it is, Lucy’s anger. C’mon last time you did something like this, you had your calf sliced in half and your bone broke.

Lucy: I’m not scared of my Father, I’m not scared of pain and it’s hard when you don’t feel anything anymore.

Deabs: Don’t do this Luce.

Lucy: Please, there will be no stopping. I am going to tell this fuck how I really feel. You care too much about how your family feels, how your friends feel. You don't give a shit about yourself. That's why you are weak, because you need everyone and their approval. Unlike you, I don't need anyone's approval, especially yours. So fuck it!

Deabs stood there in shock and I turned around and walked out. I was angry; out of everyone I figured he’d understand where my point stood. I guess I was wrong. Really I’ve been more on edge since the incented but it happens I guess. I get onto my Harley and speed off. I didn’t need to hear this shit not right now. I needed to focus on my goal and that’s to win my matches, to take my Father down and do whatever I can. I know I’m facing Amy Marshall and Alexis Edwards and oh it’ll be interesting.

~Part 3: Talking to Lucia.~
Lucia: So you’re going to let me out?

Lucy: Sorta…

Lucia: What does that mean?

Lucy: It means a few things.

Lucy was in her subconscious visiting Lucia. The story of Lucia Malice was a long one. Back when Lucy had first gotten her mutation she fell into a deep a coma. Her body tried to fight it but the mutation attached itself to the itself to the cells and fused. Dr.Michael Anxo, Michelle's older twin and the oldest of the Clan has currently try to see what causes mutations and if they can be fixed.

For Lucy at first she didn't know what the hell had happen. In her a coma she would find out like all vampires she had the beast in her; but the beast had a name.

Lucia Malice...

The beast was the inner part of a vampire, mutation or not; that is deadly. It is the bloodlust that keeps wanting more. All vampires had to keep control or lose themselves to it.

Lucy wasn't any different. She knew she had to withdraw from everyone and try to control herself. Lucy though struggled for years to control Lucia. With her sire dead she was alone.

One night though she was caught feeding. That night Lucy life would change. Mel and Rei had found her feeding from an unfrozen steak. Her face had blood dripping down from it. Mel had made a call and a man named Beckett who had been a vampire for many of years.

For our assassin he became a foster Father for her. Bennett helped Lucy control and locked Lucia away for years. But as of late Lucia has return thanks to Anisim's scar on Lucy's left gut.

Lucy knew what she was doing could be dangerous but Lucy was going to do what she must.

Lucy: It's simple we come together. I feed enough and you lend me a bit of power. I mean we are both tired of people treating us like shit, the name calling, people talking behind our back, all of it!

Lucia: Really you’ve woken up. Good job Lucy, it’s about time too. Really these mortals don’t deserve you at all. You work so damn hard and look what has happened. They turn your back on you, they spat at your name and, they curse you. It should time that we worked together like a Gangrel and take them all down for this. Vendetta and revenge should be the game Lucy and nothing else. It should be like the old times where the Clan only worries about the Clan and nothing else. Can you trust anyone anymore? For all you know they could be working for your Father.

Lucy: That’s a good point.

Lucia: It is isn’t it?

Lucy sighed and sat on the chair across from Lucia. Lucia’s area behind the wooden door was more or less something you’d see in the Silent Hill games. The walls were covered in a dried up blood and roots were coming out of the walls and even the floor. The floor had greenish brown grass with a tree coming up from it. The room over all was dark like the night sky and Lucia was sitting on the tree.

Lucia’s face was pale with you could see her veins popping out like they were red marble. Her raven colour hair covered her shoulders and her light green eyes looked at Lucy. Lucia tapped her foot against the wood.

Lucy: Yeah it is. I mean why do people question things and not even try to understand?

Lucia: It’s ignorance. You were like that with me at first.

Lucy: Yeah I was and I’m sorry for that.

Lucia: No it’s fine I would have been the same way.

The two stayed silent for moments on. Lucy got up and hugged Lucia. Lucia was shocked that it happened and returned the hug.

Lucia: You sure you want this? No turning back if so.

Lucy: Yeah I’m sure. I’m not about to regret this…Lucia I need to become stronger. Father is coming and so is End game. If we fail…If I fail you know what this means for us both.

Lucia: Yeah we die. Ah hell no I’m not about to let some crazy sperm donor kill us.

Lucy: Sperm donor?

Lucia: You think we count him as our Father? Hell no that’s Bennett. Anisim can kiss my beast ass for all I care.

Lucy couldn’t help but to laugh at that. Lucy slowly felt herself starting to wake from her meditation.

Lucy: I don’t have long.

Lucia: I know you don’t. Lucy I’m in for sure. Let’s do this and kick some ass while we’re at it.

Lucy: Alright, I’ll do spell once I get back…it’s nice to be able to co-exist with you.

Lucia smiled at her.

Lucia: Same here Lucy.

Lucy opened her eyes and saw the five candles burning around and in front of her. Lucy picked up the leather bound book to her left and looked up. She knew now she wasn’t alone. Bennett was sitting in a chair some feet away from her. The elder vampire’s long black hair could be seen and his glasses could show red eyes.

Bennett: Are you really going to do with Childe?

Lucy: Yeah I am.

Bennett: And you know this worries me.

Lucy: I know it does.

Bennett: You’re an adult yes but you can’t help for me to worry.

Lucy: I know Papa. Please understand why I’m doing this.

Bennett: I know why and I don’t blame you. Just please be careful. I have asked Mel and she has allowed me to train you again.

Lucy looked up at him with a bit of shock.

Lucy: You mean to control Lucia.

Bennett: Yes Lucy.

Lucy: I’d actually would like that Papa.

Bennett smiled at her. Lucy got up and grabbed the book next to her; she opened it and recited an incantation in Latin. Lucy felt a shock go through her system. Bennett knew he couldn’t cross the circle or something bad could happen. Lucy started to shake and her eyes close.

Bennett: LUCY!

Lucy opened them a moment later.

Lucy: P-papa?

Bennett: Are you alright?

The candles suddenly blow themselves out and Bennett ran over to her. Lucy fell into his arms and she felt super tired. Lucy’s eyes lids started to drip down to shut so she could sleep.

Bennett: Lucy stay awake!

Lucy heard her “Papa’s” voice and tried to fight off the tiredness. Bennett set her onto her bed and ran into the kitchen. He grabbed a water bottle filed blood and ran back up to her. Bennett opened it and opened her mouth slipping the liquid into her mouth. Lucy started to wake up a bit more thanks to the blood. After the bottle was gone Lucy sat up.

Lucy: Thank you.

Bennett: It’s fine Childe; you’re welcome. I need to keep you up for a while. Once the sun sets we’ll hunt.

~Part 4: Report~
Lucy was back in her room and she pinned up a picture of Candy and Amy onto the wall. She smiled knowing that Mel and her won. But what Lucy wasn’t showing right away was her anger. She knew that win wasn’t clean and that made her more angry. Lucy would take the advice Rachel would give her and use it for fuel in her match. Lucy lit up the room and she looked at all the pictures.

Lucy: I’m in the mood for blood right about now. So what people don’t understand things they don’t know and one of that is my mutation. Being a magi-blood you deal with things in the realm of fiction and the supernatural. People don’t believe me when I tell them and the last person was shocked. I can’t blame him though at first I was even scared, I didn’t understand. But with training, discipline and regular feeding I’m able to control my bloodlust and my abilities. I know people find magi-bloods freaks but it doesn’t bother us.

Wow, you know, I think that this is amazing. About four years ago, if you would’ve asked me that if I thought I would be sitting here for a very well respected federation, as their representative and in front of all of you. Some of which used to be followers of the infinite intoxication, some of which were my rebellious rebels! But lastly and most important, you all are here as my Clanmates! For this, I want to thank you before we go any further. You all know this to not be a gaise that I just picked up, you all have internet, you all probably know my life better than I know it in some instances... but through it all, you all stand by my side, you all supported me while I was going through my down time! So, again, for that you have my thanks!

I'm going to pound in the faces of each of my opponents, one by one. Hell, maybe I'll do pound their faces in all at the same time. It doesn't matter if you're a cocky little shit, a masked loner or an Irish bastard that wants a fight. I will fuck you up. This isn't trash talking. This is a warning. Get out while you still can.

I respect all of those who deserve it. If you got talent, I don't care what your personality is like. You got my respect. But that doesn't mean I'll stop short of breaking your face if you get in my way. I'm damn sure the fastest. But don't you dare underestimate my speed and tolerance for pain.

So I’m in a triple threat for my Bombshell Internet title against Alexis Edwards and Amy Marshall…oh where to start?
Really Alexis is acting like a little brat, a little girl.  I don’t think she got the memo but she’s interfered in my match and both Mel and I are sick of this shit. It makes me sick seeing this but you know what, maybe this will open her eyes when she falls. You feel to Mel and you will again. People who know me know I’m not a woman to fuck with in the ring. It only makes people burn and I like that. I like making people hurt in the ring and this is why you don’t doubt someone like me.

So Alexis where do you go from here? You can say whatever you want but it doesn’t get under my skin. You see I’ve heard it all and I’ve seen it all. When I started fighting in the streets I heard men doubt me, I heard them say I wouldn’t get anywhere. I proved them wrong and now I stand in the wrestling world; dominate and stronger than ever. I control my fate and I won’t lose. Do you think that’s going to stop me from kicking ass when you try to pry into my match? No we’re professional women who know when to fight. Seriously have you listen to yourself? It’s pathetic how childish you act. Seriously grow up!

I know your head isn’t in this match. Mine is, I’m ready and I’ve had time to prep for this, you’ve had at least a day or two. I’m angry oh trust me on that. I feel the fire of lust around me, I see the destruction I can cause and this is just the start. I mean you’re stuck on wanting to beat the shit out of Amy and I can say the same for her.

They call me “The Wisdom Angel” and “The Vampire Assassin”. I am as destructive as the nicknames are. Alexis you truly don’t understand what you’re walking into. You’re a child who is about to get a reality check again to know that we don’t put up with people disrespecting us. Don’t scream anymore when I break you in two and trust me, it’ll be painful like a crop striking you in the ass. Cry out go ahead but I have no mercy.

For Amy I told you I’d make you choke and I was right. I have the belt and I plan on keeping it. You have your eyes set on Alexis and really you two are going to fuck each other royally as I walk out as champ. I got to put you up on my wall not once but twice! Oh yeah and it looks good. Another target, another day at the office down.

There comes a time in every individual's life where feeling isn't an option anymore. Feeling anything is wrong. You become numb… numb to your surroundings. You're unable to feel anything that a normal person is privileged enough to be able to feel. Maybe that's the point that I've come to. I don't feel anymore. I forgot what feeling felt like. I don't feel regret. I don't feel remorse. I don't feel compassion. I certainly don't feel like anyone should be given mercy. As I walk into High Stakes there will be no mercy. If you're unfortunate enough to be stuck in the ring with me, I sincerely wish I could feel sorry for you, but I can't.

It’s damned if you do, damned if you don’t in this match. I know all three of these people hate me but that’s whatever. I couldn’t careless seeing how if we don’t win this we lose to two people we don’t like. I know my worth in this match and it’s to kick ass and show why I am not to be messed with. I see this match more or less as a “trust no one” one.

Amy I’m sure you want this title back but I can promise you that won’t happen. I am ready to add you for the third time to the wall and when I do it’ll be awesome. Ladies wake the fuck up and get ready to get beaten. It’s Lucy’s time and not anyone elses!

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is now over. All RPs posted from here on in will count towards week two.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 10/16/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 10/17/2015

[Alexis Edwards]

 The Devil Fights Back

San Juan, Puerto Rico.  Not exactly a place I ever thought I would visit, but I guess that is at least one perk of being employed by Sin City Wrestling this year.  Don’t get me wrong, we’ve visited some honestly shitty places since in the last couple months, but Puerto Rico…Well, I think I can accept this place and not find any complaints.  

High Stakes V is just around the corner.  At this moment, in just one week’s time, the show will be under way and I’ll be heading in to my very first title match as I fight for what I deserve.  The Bombshell Internet Championship.  I know a lot of people don’t think I deserve it…that I don’t deserve anything, but you know what I say to them?  Fuck you, haters!  Fuck you!

None of the people who think I don’t deserve this title shot know a damn thing about me.  They have simply formed that opinion of me because of my brash attitude and my personality is a whole.  So what if I’m not a very fuckin’ friendly person to everyone?  I’m not going to walk around and kiss everyone’s ass and beg for you all to like me.  But I’m sure that is what you all think I’m doing.  But you’re wrong.

I’m not begging to be liked.  I’m not begging for a fuckin’ thing.  I’m FIGHTING for what I KNOW I deserve!  Whether people agree with it or not, I’ve proven myself to be one tough bitch.  Better than most of the other Bombshells, honestly.  Yet of course no one seems to think I deserve it.  Why the fuck not?  What makes me any different than the rest of you?!

Oh…wait…I don’t pander to the fans.  I don’t kiss up to the bosses.  Sorry, Mikah, that wasn’t a shot at you.  I’m just sayin’.  I don’t know how many times I have to say this, but I’m not here to make friends.  I’m here to wrestle!  I’m here to kick some Bombshell ass, because it’s a talent…Yes, TALENT I’ve discovered that I’m pretty fuckin’ good at, and I’m not going to just sit back and WAIT to get something others who have NO TALENT receive over and over again.  Plain and simple.

I voiced my opinion.  I made it known exactly what I wanted and finally…FINALLY I was given my shot.  And guess what?  This shot apparently comes with some pretty damn good perks.  For the first time in my short time here in SCW, I’m actually staying at a decent hotel, and it’s not far from the venue for High Stakes V.  I’m not sure where Tim, Connor and our masked friend are staying, but I’ll find out later.  I’m not going to worry too much about them right now, because this week…this entire week has to be stress free as I prepare for the biggest match of my career.

I’m going to remember my time in San Juan for the rest of my life, and not because of a shitty memory.  Oh no.  San Juan, Puerto Rico will forever be remembered as the place that I won my very first title.

I can’t fuckin’ wait…

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Sunday October 11th
Sheraton Puerto Rico Hotel and Casino
San Juan, Puerto Rico
~*~OFF CAMERA~*~

I just got to San Juan a little while ago, and so far so good.  Tim, Connor and our masked friend have yet to arrive as far as I know, but I’ll send Tim a text later to find out where they’re at.  Right now, I’m curious to get to the hotel I’ll be staying at.  Considering I’ve normally had to figure out my own hotel arrangements so far during this tour, it came as a shock to me when I was told a hotel room had already been booked for me in San Juan.  

When the taxi pulls up just outside of the Sheraton Puerto Rico Hotel and Casino, my jaw drops and nearly hits the floor. I stare outside the window at large hotel.  Sure, it’s not exactly the most luxurious hotel I’ve ever seen, but it’s pretty much the nicest one so far, and I’m not going to complain.  Not this time anyway.

Lex: Fuck.  Looks like I might have been partially wrong about SCW.  Or maybe they’re just finally taking care of all of their superstars and Bombshells.

I talk out loud to myself and I don’t notice the taxi driver looking in the mirror at me.  I have my bag sitting next to me and I take it.  Just before I get out of the taxi, the driver turns around and starts sputtering off something in Puerto Rican…or whatever language they speak here.  Either way, I don’t understand a damn word he’s saying.

Lex: Sorry, dude.  No comprende…or whatever.

I then reach into my pocket and pull out some cash, handing it towards him.  I really have no idea if it’s enough, or more than enough, and I really don’t care.  He looks over the wad of cash and then nods as I get out of the car.  He drives off as I head towards the entrance, still looking straight up at the building and how high it is.

When I walk inside I’m looking around in awe, still shocked that this is where I will be staying for the next week.  I can’t help but smile, but even more so, I can’t wait for Tim and the others to get a look at this place!  

I make my way up to the front desk, ready to check in and get to my room.  I set my bag down on the floor as the hotel manager greets me.  Thankfully she speaks English.

Manager: Hello and welcome to the Sheraton Puerto Rico Hotel and Casino.  How may I help you today?

Her accent is thick, but I’m still able to understand her.  I can’t help but look around again before I look back to her and respond.

Lex: I should have a reservation.  Alexis Edwards.  I’m part of Sin City Wrestling.

The woman types my name into the computer as she searches for my reservation.  For a moment I’m nervous that this is all a mistake, or some kind of joke, but when she smiles, I know otherwise.

Manager: Ahh yes.  Here it is.  Reservation for two.  Has the other party not arrived yet?

Lex: What?  Two?  That must be a mistake.  I’m the only—

The color soon drains from my face as I hear that familiar and excited voice yelling from behind me.  It takes all of my strength not to bang my head on the front desk as my identical twin sister, Riley, comes running into the hotel.

Riley: Alexis!  Alexis!  I’m so glad to see you again!

I s-l-o-w-l-y turn around to see my sister approaching me, pulling her suitcase behind her.  Her blonde hair is pulled back into a pony tail and she has on a pair of designer sunglasses.  I don’t share the same excitement in seeing her.

Lex: Riley?  What the hell are you doing here?  Again?!

Riley throws her arms around me as soon as she is able to.  I roll my eyes and hold myself back from pushing her away.  She backs up and just smiles at me.

Riley: Did you really think I was going to miss out on your big match on Sunday?!  I’m so excited for you!  I can’t wait to see you win your very first title!

I let out a sigh and shake my head.  The hotel manager just stares at the two of us, clearly having never seen identical twins before.  Even though we no longer share the same color hair, we share the same face.  Unfortunately.

Lex: That really doesn’t fully answer my question, Riley.  Shouldn’t you be in school or something?

Riley shakes her head, and I can almost predict what she’s about to say, but I’m still not ready to hear it.

Riley: Oh I didn’t tell you?  I’m taking this semester off.  Once I found out where you were and what you were doing, I couldn’t focus on school work or anything.

I roll my eyes.

Lex: Oh I’m sure Dad was just thrilled about that.

Riley bites her bottom lip, and I immediately know too much.

Lex: Oh don’t tell me Miss Perfect is suddenly keeping secrets from dear old dad!

Riley: You know Dad, Alexis.  There’s no way he would have let me take time away from school.

Lex: Yeah, especially not if you told him why!  I seriously hope you haven’t told either of them that you found me.  Riley, if you have it could screw—

Riley holds up a hand, silencing me before I can finish my sentence.

Riley: Relax, sis.  Daddy doesn’t know.

I tilt my head when Riley forgets to add on the other person in this equation.

Lex: And what about Mom?  Riley you told her you found me, didn’t you?!

Riley: Alexis, Mom isn’t the problem!  You know that!  She’s not angry with you anymore.  She was actually relieved to find out you were safe.  She wants you to come home.

I shake my head and laugh, turning away from her.  I pick up my bag and walk away from the front desk, but Riley follows behind me.

Lex: So that’s why you’re here then, huh?  To try and get me to go back to Phoenix with you again?  You wasted your time again, Riley.  And your money.  Go back home and leave me alone, because I have too much too worry about then to deal with you or your shit again.  Fuck!

A few people in the hotel lobby stop and stare in my direction as I speak a little too loud for their liking.  I don’t care, though, as I take a seat in one of the chairs and bury my head in my hands.

Riley: No, that’s not what I’m trying to do.  I told you earlier.  I came here to watch your match.  I know how important it is to you and I want to be here.  I want to see you win.

Lex: And you really think that you being here is going to help me any?  I don’t need any distractions this week, Riley!  This match is the biggest match of my career so far.  It may not be the most difficult, considering who I’m up against, but it’s for a fuckin’ title!

I glare at her, wishing she would just disappear.  She did this shit to me on the Summer XXXTreme Cruise, but this match at High Stakes V is way more important.  I just wish she would get it through her head that I want nothing to do with her.

Riley: Alexis, I know you’re angry with me.  I know you say you hate me, but I know that’s not true.  You know it’s not true.  It may take a while, but I want us to be close again.

I laugh and lean back in the chair, staring at her as I fold my arms across my chest.

Lex: You really think that is possible after everything you’ve done?

Riley: Yes, I do.  And as far as everything I have done?  I know this all stems back to what happened with Aaron, but I told you back then that he played me just as much as he played you.  I couldn’t help my feelings for him back then, but when I found out everything he did…I was done.

Lex: Riley, I don’t give a shit what excuse you make up for all that shit with Aaron.  The fact is, you were still sneaking around behind my back trying to get together with him knowing he was my boyfriend!  No sister would do that!

Riley frowns, and I can still see the pain and the regret in her expression.  But I don’t care.  I really don’t.

Riley: Alexis, it was all him.  Every time he tried anything, I told him I couldn’t act on it while you two were together.  I couldn’t do that to you.  I wish you would believe me.

To be honest, a part of me did believe her.  Her story never changed and I never once got any hint that she was lying to me, but even after all these years, I was still hurt.  I am still angry, and I don’t know if that will ever fade.  It doesn’t matter, though, because I can’t concentrate on any of this right now.

Lex: Look, I can’t focus on any of that shit right now, Riley!  I’ve got too much other shit to worry about this week before my match then rehashing old painful memories with you.  I need to go fix this shit with my reservation, because there seems to be some mistake.

Riley: What kind of mistake?

I stand up from the chair, throwing the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder.

Lex: They seem to think there is another person on my reservation.

I don’t give her a chance to say anything in response, though it’s clear she wants to.  I walk back up to the hotel manager, and she smiles at me politely.

Manager: Is that the other Miss Edwards?

She points to Riley, and I look at her even more confused than I already am.

Lex: Huh?  What are you talking about?

Manager: The names on the reservation are for Alexis Edwards and Riley Edwards.  I am assuming that is her, correct?

I can feel my eyes nearly bulge out of my head and my jaw drops, again.  Riley walks up and stands next to me, smiling brightly at the hotel manager.

Riley: That would be correct.

Lex: You…you did this?!

Riley turns back to me and smiles again.

Riley: Guilty as charged.  I even had to contact one of your bosses to get in on this one.  Oh, and I know you’re probably going to try and find someplace else to stay, but everything is booked, sis.  You’re stuck with me for the entire week!

I shake my head furiously, backing away from the desk.

Lex: No…No…FUCK NO! There has to be a room open somewhere.  I’d rather stay in the shittiest hotel there is than be stuck sharing a room with you all week!

Riley: It’s not just any room though, Alexis!  It’s the San Juan Suite!!

Lex: I don’t give a shit!  I’m not sharing a room with you.  EVER!

I turn and bolt towards the doors, ready to get as far away from Riley as possible.  She tries to chase after me, though.

Riley: Alexis wait!  Where are you going?!

Lex: To find another hotel!  And then I’m getting fuckin’ wasted!

Thankfully a taxi is nearby and I jump in the backseat, hoping with everything I have in me that Riley is wrong and I can find some other hotel to stay in this week.  And after that…I might just take Mikah up on her offer to go out for a night of drinking.

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It seems like people are already betting against me.  I’ve started hearing all the talk about everyone’s predictions on who they think will win what match and what titles.  It doesn’t come as a surprise that, for the most part, not many people think I am going to win against Lucy and Amy.  Maybe they think I’m too young.  Maybe I’m a little less experienced than Amy and Lucy, but I think the general opinion is I’m not going to win because of my attitude as a whole.

People fail to realize how badly I want this.  How badly I NEED this.  I’m not fighting for this championship because it’s a title.  I’m not some desperate and pathetic idiot who is starved for gold.  No, I’m doing this because I know this is what I was meant to do.  This is my fuckin’ destiny.  

Before I showed up in Las Vegas and Tim found me a battered and bloodied mess after being attacked by that random douchebag, I had no fuckin’ clue what I was going to do.  I was only on my own for a short time after leaving my life, and my piece of shit family, behind in Phoenix.  Everything I thought I ever wanted in that life had completely changed.  None of it was real.  I no longer wanted any of the same things.

So I set out to find a new path.  A new life.  Little did I know it would bring something…and someone…into my life that I never thought would be a possibility.  If you ask me, sneaking into The Staggs Dungeon when I did probably saved my life in the long run.  Tim saved my life, but I don’t think he even realizes that.  

I know what some people think.  They’ve already made it known that they think I’m *air quotes* sweet on Tim, but the dude is my best friend.  Of course people would run their mouths with that shit.  People live off of making something out of nothing and THAT is what fuckin’ irritates me.

But this whole week, I’ve had a lot of time to think.  I should be thinking about my match against Amy and Lucy on Sunday, and I will.  But…but I need to have a little chat with Tim first.  Because if I don’t, I think that little angel that likes to appear every so often may just be right.  

And I can’t let that happen.  Not now.

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Monday October 12th
~*~OFF CAMERA~*~

Uuugh…My head…is pounding.  How much did I fuckin’ drink last night?  I don’t even remember, but with my head pounding as bad as it is right now, it had to be a lot.  Oh well, I’m just going to sleep the day away, hoping this headache goes away soon.

The sun suddenly shining in my eyes instantly makes my headache worse and I pull the blanket over my head.

“Rise and shine, sunshine.”

Wait a minute…That’s Riley’s voice.  Why the fuck is she here?  Better question, where the fuck am I?  I refuse to look, however, because my head is killing me.

Riley: Come on, Alexis.  I know you’re really hungover right now, but you need to get out of bed.

Lex: Fuck off, Riley!  Get out of my room and go back to your own hotel!

Riley: Jesus, you really don’t remember last night do you?  This is our hotel room, sis.  Maybe I should go get you some coffee and aspirin..

I let out a groan.  I want nothing more than to just bolt up in the bed and yell at her, but I can barely get myself to move.

Lex: How…did I…get back here?!

Riley: I had a little bit of help getting you back here, actually.

I let out a laugh, and it only makes my head pound even more.  I keep the blanket over my head to shield my eyes from the sunlight shining in the room.  I hear some more shuffling in the room, realizing there is someone else in the room.

Lex: Who the fuck would help you?

“I would.”

I suddenly bolt upright in the bed when I hear Tim’s voice.  I’m sure I look like complete shit, because I feel like shit, but I don’t care.

Lex: Tim?  What the fuck?

Riley: You have only yourself to blame, Alexis.  You’re the one who called him.

I look directly at Tim.

Lex: I did?

Tim and Riley both nod.

Tim: Yeah, you did.  You were trashed, Lex.  What the hell were you doing hanging out with Mikah?

I rub my temples, really not ready to get into this debate again.

Riley: Yeahhh…I think I’m gonna go find that coffee and aspirin now.  You two play nice while I’m gone.

Lex: Shut the fuck up, Riley!  Ow…my head.

Riley heads for the door, and before she walks out, she looks to me and gives me an encouraging wink.  I roll my eyes and let out a sigh of relief when she walks out of the room.

Tim: Uhh, Lex…Care to explain what the fuck is going on?  Why the hell are you sharing a room with your sister?!

I shake my head.

Lex: I had nothing to do with it.  I was tricked into it somehow, but trust me, I’m going to find a different hotel room as soon as I can today.

Tim: Good luck with that.  Every place is booked.

I let out another groan and collapse back in the bed, covering my eyes with my hands.

Lex: Uuuuggghhh…Why the fuck is this happening to me?!  Why this week?!

Tim: Do you remember anything about last night.  Or should I say early this morning?

I shake my head, trying my hardest to remember anything, but I just can’t.

Lex: I wish I fuckin’ did.

Tim: So you probably don’t remember whatever it was that you wanted to tell me?  It sounded pretty important.  Well, when I could understand what you were saying it did.

I stare up at the ceiling and go silent for a moment, as does Tim.

Lex: W-what did I say?

Tim: Just that you had something you needed to talk to me about.  Then you just kept asking for another drink.  What’s going on?

I act as though I’m trying to remember what it was that I wanted to talk to Tim about, but the truth is, I already know.  I’m pretty relieved that I didn’t open my big mouth last night and make a complete fool of myself, but I’m still more than capable of pulling that off now.  I’m pretty sure that if I try and make something up, he’ll see right through my eyes, so maybe I should just get this shit over with and talk to him.  I take in a deep breath and slowly sit up in the bed with my eyes closed.  When I open my eyes, I’m startled as I spot another familiar face in the room, except she’s on visible to me.

“What do you think you’re doing?  I know you’re not about to poor your miserable heart out to this kid!”

I fall off of the bed when I see my devil hallucination.  Or whatever it is that she is.  Tim rushes over to me, confused as he reaches down and helps me up.

Tim: What the hell was that?!

“Devil” Lex: Keep your mouth shut, Alexis.  You don’t know what you’re about to do.

I try my best to focus on Tim and not her in the background as she scolds me.  Tim seems genuinely concerned, but this latest development makes me realize I can’t tell him.  Not now.

Lex: I-I’m fine.  I just realized how horrible I look right now.

I stand up straight and point towards the mirror above the dresser.  He turns around and notices, nodding, though I can tell he doesn’t completely buy that.

Tim: Lex, what the hell is going on?  Seriously?

Lex: I really have no idea, Tim.  I drank way too fuckin’ much last night and whatever shit I was talking last night or this morning was probably just the booze talking.

“Devil” Lex: Good girl.  Keep lying.

I take in a deep breath, hoping he believes me.  I’m also partly hoping Riley comes back with that damn aspirin because this headache is only getting worse.

Tim: You were pretty trashed.

Lex: Yeah, and I’m paying for it now, trust me.

Before either of us has a chance to say another word, the door opens and Riley bursts in, holding a bottle of aspirin in one hand and a bottle of water in the other..  She skids to a halt when she sees Tim and I standing just inches away from each other, and she smiles.

Riley: Oh!  I’m sorry!  I’ll just—

Lex: No!  You’re just in time!  I really need that aspirin.

Riley and Tim both have weird expressions on their faces as I rush over to Riley, taking the aspirin and the water from her.  As I pop a couple of the pills in my mouth and chug some water after, I stare over towards my devilish friend, as she’s seated on the dresser against the wall with a wicked grin.

Tim: You sure you’re okay, Lex?  Should I leave?

“Devil” Lex: Yes…Yes he should leave.  And so should the blonde.

I glance over towards her again, and this time Tim notices.  He looks behind him, not seeing anything, but he doesn’t question me about it.

Lex: If you want.  You can head back to your hotel now or go find Connor or your masked partner in crime.  I need to take a shower anyway.

Riley: Alexis, he’s more than welcome to wait here for you.  You don’t need to kick him out—

Lex: I’m not kicking him out, Riley!  Damn.  I’m just saying, I might be a while and I’m not going to put him through the torture of having to hang out with you when I can just meet up with him later.

My uninvited devilish guest lets out an evil chuckle and applauds, but she doesn’t say anything, thankfully.  Riley just frowns.

Riley: He didn’t seem to have a problem hanging out with me while we were watching over your drunk ass last night, but thanks for making me feel like such an unlikable person, Alexis.

In an uncharacteristic move from Riley, she turns and storms out of the room, clearly upset with me.  I shrug my shoulders, not really caring much, before I turn and look back to Tim as he’s getting ready to head out.

Tim: Little does she know it wasn’t exactly fun to hang out with her, but whatever.  Just shoot me a text whenever you’re done here.  I’m just gonna go find the others now.

Lex: Sounds good.

Tim pats me on the back for a moment before he heads out of the room, and I’m finally in complete silence.  Well, sort of.  I try to pretend like my devilish friend isn’t here, but she makes her presence known once again.

“Devil” Lex: Girl, I believe you’re starting to turn soft on me.  You’re letting that little angel get into your head!

I glare over to her as I search around for my duffel bag.  I really hadn’t noticed until just now how fuckin’ huge this room, er, suite, really is!  I finally spot my duffel bag and I head over to it to grab some clean clothes.

Lex: I’m not getting into this with you right now.  In fact, I don’t really feel like arguing with you this week, so kindly fuck off.  I’m going to take a shower.  Please vanish before I am done.

I head towards the bathroom before I can get into an argument with the other figment of my imagination.  Before I’m able to close the bathroom door, I hear her yell towards me one last time.

“Devil” Lex: I hope you remembered your razor blade!  You’re going to need it a lot this week, baby doll!

I slam the door closed, bringing myself to complete silence now.  I close my eyes and let out a sigh as I put my clothes on the rather large counter surrounding the sink.  Up until that point, I hadn’t even thought about my razor blade, or cutting at all.  With my impending Internet Title match, I was in a better frame of mind.  But thanks to her...Well, that might have all just changed.  But, I try and put those thoughts out of my head as I turn on the water in the shower, letting it steam up the entire bathroom.

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Lucy…Lucy…Lucy…How does it feel knowing your title reign, albeit fresh and still very new, is about to come to an end?  How does it feel knowing that this Nobody, who you’ve already stated is acting like a brat…a little girl…is going to be the one to walk out of High Stakes V with that title in her possession?  For you being the champion and all, you sure as shit don’t act like it, but that’s okay.  You won’t be the champion much longer.

You talk a big game, Lucy.  You’re trying to come across as intimidating, when if you ask me, you’re anything but intimidating.  So I pissed you off by interfering in your matches?  That’s fuckin’ news to me because up until now, you haven’t said or done shit about it!  You’re not a woman to fuck with in the ring?  You like making people hurt in the ring?  That’s fine and dandy with me, because that’s what I fuckin’ want, Lucy.  I want you to make me hurt.  Or, I want you to try, because so far, you’ve done nothing to make me think you’re even capable of it.

You don’t think I listen to myself, huh?  I don’t need to listen to myself, chick, because I know exactly what I’m saying.  I’m not acting childish, bitch.  Far from it, actually.  I’m acting like the tough ass bitch who is going to knock you around the ring on Sunday.  You’re just another undeserving high and mighty freak who doesn’t know shit about me.

So my head isn’t in this match?  I’m not focused on walking into High Stakes V with nothing, and walking out with everything?  Bitch, was my message not clear enough to you a few weeks ago when I attacked you after you beat Amy?  Or, do you seem to think that I only attacked Amy?  This isn’t just about Amy, idiot.  

What exactly are you, Lucy?  Aside from some Fallen reject who oddly looks like that bitch Misty used to, you’re nothing.  You or your sister or whatever the fuck she is.  How the fuck did either of you even win titles so soon?  How the fuck were you given shots at those titles?  Oh wait…I think I might have figured it out.  You’re supposed to be a witch, right?

You cast some freaky spell, didn’t you?!  You went all Hocus Pocus and BAM!  Title shots for both you and Melanie!  That has to be it, because I really can’t see any other explanation for it.  

This isn’t your time, Lucy.  You can say and think all you want that it is, but I promise you, it’s not.  I hope you’ve enjoyed your time as champion, Lucy, because on Sunday, it’ll all be over.  Once the referee hands me that title and Justin Decent announces MY name as the new SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, you’ll know that that is the LAST time you’re ever going to see that championship belt.  

Once I’m champion, Lucy, you’re never getting that title back.  I promise you that one.  

High Stakes V is the beginning of MY time, Lucy, and there is NOTHING you can do to stop it.

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Thursday October 15th
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Most of the last few days has been spent preparing for my match on Sunday.  I normally don’t need to prepare for more than a day or two, but because there is so much at stake in this match, I’m not taking any chances.  I’m ready to have that title around my waist, and I’m going to do whatever I fuckin’ have to do to be fully prepared.

Tim, Connor and our masked friend have also all been preparing for their matches.  I’ve had a training session with the three of them already, but for the most part, I’m trying to mentally prepare myself alone.  I really can’t do that with our masked friend occasionally taunting me, so I’ve made up an excuse to just go to the gym by myself from time to time.  

I’m glad the hotel I’m at this week has a large gym that guests can take advantage of, because I’ve found myself in some late night exercise when I know I’m not going to be able to sleep.  Night’s like tonight.

I’m running on the treadmill, with my earbuds in listening to some loud music.  Beads of sweat drip down my face as I try and tire myself out before heading back to mine and Riley’s suite.  Normally, this isn’t my type of workout, but I decided to take a page out of Mikah’s book and do a bit of running.  I can sort of see why she enjoys it so much, but I’ll admit I won’t get as obsessed as she is.

After about an hour running on the treadmill I start to slow my pace as I can feel myself wearing down.  Once I’m done I step off of the treadmill and head over to a bench for a drink of water.  Just as I bring the bottle to my lips and take a mouthful of water, the bitch appears next to me.

“Devil” Lex: You didn’t think you’d gotten rid of me, did you baby doll?

She startles me and the water sprays from out of my mouth.  I turn my head and glare at her, still breathing heavily from my cardio workout.

Lex: Oh, of course not.

I take in a deep breath before I take another drink of water.

Lex: Why should I expect any normalcy, even when things are starting to go my way?

I’m being sarcastic and serious at the same time, and this causes the bitch to chuckle.  She crosses her left leg over her right and leans against the palms of her hands as she stares at me with that wicked grin of hers.

Lex: I know you’re a figment of my imagination and all, but can’t you ever appear in something different than that slutty red dress?

“Devil” Lex: I happen to love this dress.  Besides, at least one of us can wear it.  You’ve got your legs so hacked up, you’ll be wearing pants the rest of your life!

I roll my eyes.

Lex: What the fuck do you want?  I was just about to head back to my room and crash.  I don’t need you riling me up again so I can’t sleep.

She smiles again.  I’d like nothing more than to punch her right in the jaw, but something tells me that wouldn’t even be possible.  My hand would probably go right through her in some freaky supernatural kind of way, so I won’t attempt it..yet.

“Devil” Lex: You mean that sweet twin sister of yours isn’t doing that enough?  Or, wait…You’re actually getting along with her now, aren’t you?!  I knew you were going soft on me…

Lex: She’s been avoiding me, fyi.  Doing both of us a favor.

She laughs and shakes her head.

“Devil” Lex: You really need to stop listening to that little angel of yours, Alexis.

Lex: I really wish the two of you would stop telling me what I need to do, because you’re both driving me batshit crazy.

“Devil” Lex: You’re doing that yourself, babe.  You’re choosing to listen to that angel of yours instead of me.

I shake my head and stand up from the bench.  I’m glad I am the only person in the gym right now because if I weren’t, the fact that I’m basically talking to myself would look pretty fuckin’ crazy to another person.  I look down at her as she stays seated as she is on the bench.

Lex: You want the truth?  I’m starting to realize she has more of a point than you do.  You’re just a fuckin’ bitch about everything.

She slowly pushes herself back to her feet, and because she’s in several inch high stiletto hooker heels, she nearly towers over me.  She gets right in my face and glares down at me.

“Devil” Lex: I’m what you need to be you weak little bitch!  You can claim all you want that you’re not weak, but from where I’m standing?  That is exactly what you are.

I feel my nostrils flare and my hands clenched to fists at my side.

Lex: Fuck you, you whore!  I’m NOT weak!

“Devil” Lex: No?  So the fact that you’re spending every fucking moment worrying about how others will feel IF you win that petty little title, instead of focusing on winning it for yourself, isn’t weak?  Open your eyes, Alexis!

I’m getting angrier by the second, and she knows.  She glances down at my hands and grins.  I want to respond in some way, but I can’t.  I’m literally too pissed off to speak, so she continues for me.

“Devil” Lex: Do you really think that just because you’ve been given this shot at the Internet Championship, that you deserve it?  Much less stand a chance at winning it?  Baby doll, what have you been saying since the moment you signed your name on the dotted line?!  You’re a nobody!  They don’t give title shots to—

Lex: Shut up!  Just shut the FUCK up!!

She shakes her head as I blow up at her.

“Devil” Lex: You know what, baby doll?  I’m not going to shut up.  Not this time, because you need to hear everything I have to say right now and you’re going to fucking listen to me whether you like it or not!

She takes a couple of steps towards me, closing the gap that I had made when I raised my voice and backed away.

“Devil” Lex: Winning that title isn’t going to do a damn thing for you, Alexis.  You and I both know it.  You’re trying to convince yourself that it will, but do you really think people are going to suddenly change their opinion of you IF you win it?  Because they’re not…

Lex: There’s no IF about it, bitch.  I AM going to win that title!

She folds her arms across her chest, throws her head back and laughs.  After a moment, she brings her attention back to me, looking at me very seriously.

“Devil” Lex: I’d say your confidence is admirable, baby doll, but it’s actually quite pathetic.  Especially for you.  You’re nothing but a disappointment, so why should that suddenly change now?  You want so badly to save that belt from being passed around like a whore at a frat party, but you don’t see the big picture.

I raise my eyebrow curiously at her, confused at what she means.

Lex: What the fuck do you mean?

She smiles wickedly again and runs her hand down my cheek.

“Devil” Lex: Isn’t it obvious, babe?  The second your worthless hands touch that shiny belt is the second it’s worth nothing.  Just…like…you.  And to think, you honestly think that telling that poor helpless soul, Tim, how you feel about him will actually help you out in the long run.  Girl, you’re really truly fucked up in the head, you know that?

Lex: I find it really fuckin’ funny that you say you’re trying to help me just like that twitty little angel is but—

She starts shaking her head slowly.

“Devil” Lex: I’m not trying to help you, baby doll.  I’m just trying to get you to accept the fuckin’ truth.  The truth that you’ve been running your mouth about since day one.  Your parents knew it from the moment you were born.  Those slutty lesbian teammates of yours back in high school knew it.  You sister knows it, whether she admits it or not.

My nostrils flare again, but I can’t speak.

“Devil” Lex: You’re nothing, Alexis, and you’ll always be nothing.  Don’t be fucking sad about it.  Don’t do what weak minded pathetic people do about it by crying, either.

Lex: Get the fuck away from me.

She shakes her head.  Moments later she brings her left hand up to my eye level.  She’s holding something in the palm of her hand, but I’m not sure what it is.  A few seconds later she opens her palm, revealing my razor blade.  My eyes focus solely on the blade, and the temptation rises again.

“Devil” Lex: I’ll leave only once you accept and embrace what I’m telling you.  You’re setting yourself up for embarrassment going into this match, baby doll and you know it.  You can feel it already.  Take the blade from my hand, Alexis.

I look her in the eyes, hesitating.  She moves her hand a bit, encouraging me to take the blade, and I can no longer fight the urge as I take the blade from her hand.

“Devil” Lex: Good girl.  Now go up to that big luxurious bathroom in that overpriced, totally unneeded suite of yours and do what needs to be done.  You’re life isn’t getting any happier, Alexis.  Deal with it the only way you know how…

I stare down at the razor blade, and her words speak to a part of me I can’t fight.  When she knows I won’t fight what needs to be done, she vanishes, and I dart out of the gym, heading back to the San Juan suite where I’m sure Riley is sleeping by now.  If she’s not, it doesn’t matter, because I will head into the bathroom claiming I need a shower.  

And I will…after I scar my legs more with another fresh cut or two.  Even my little angel friend won’t be able to stop me now.

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Given who I’m facing this Sunday at High Stakes V, I decided to switch things up a bit.  See, most people would have went the normal route in addressing the actual champion last in their promos, but you see…I’ve decided to save the worst for last in this case.  Because that is what you, Amy Marshall, are.  You’re the fucking worst.

Amy, this Sunday, I’m going to bring a couple of things down to the ring for you, because you clearly need them.  First, I’m going to bring you a tissue.  Now, you’re probably wondering, “why the fuck do I need a tissue?”  Well, the answer is really quite simple.  Because you did an awful lot of crying last week in that promo of yours, yet later on you accused me of doing the same fucking thing.

All I heard from you last week was “wah, wah, wah…You got put in MY rematch.  Boo hoo hoo!”  

Amy, if you were entitled to a one-on-one rematch, you would have been fucking given it.  And do you REALLY think that had it been a one-on-one rematch that you would have done what you SOMEHOW did against Roxi before, by getting your title back?  Bitch, you’re so fucking wrong, it’s really quite pathetic.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Amy, but a lot of people in SCW these days get title shots without being thrown into a number one contender’s match.  Shit, they rarely do that shit anymore because let’s face it…they know who the real number one contenders are.  They don’t need number one contenders matches.  All it does is waste time.

Amy, I don’t fucking care how many people have held the titles or how many times you have held the titles, because need I remind you that it doesn’t matter how many titles you hold or how many times you hold it…It’s all about how long you hold it.  

Or in your case, how long you don’t.

Seriously…aside from the useless tag team titles, have you ever held a singles title past the first defense?  Have you?  Because, I really don’t think you have.  And you know what I find fucking hilarious, Amy?  You’re the whore who actually ended Delia’s reign of terror, but everyone seems to have forgotten about that.  Such an accomplishment that means fucking NOTHING now.

Just like that Grand Slam status of yours.  

You are the very definition of a paper champion, Amy.  You get lucky winning title after title.  You celebrate and get all high and mighty and happy for a few seconds, but what happens when that all important first title defense comes around?  You choke.  Choking seems to be something you’re good at, so like I said…go back to choking on dicks for a living.  Choking in wrestling isn’t such a good thing, Amy.

I’m not being mean, Amy.  I’m brutally honest.  It’s not my fault the truth hurts.  But don’t worry, I have a band-aid for you.  

This is no longer between you and Lucy, Amy.  Or between you and whoever the champion is, because after High Stakes V, you will never have another opportunity at the Internet Championship.  I can say that because that title will be MINE.

The two of you can try all you want to get me out of the equation early, but I promise you…I fucking PROMISE you that will NEVER happen no matter how hard either of you tries.  No matter how many times you knock me down...I’ll just get right back up.

This Nobody is here to stay…whether you like it or not!

See ya Sunday, bitches.

[The Seraphinas]

 Book 1: Silent Shadow
Chapter 8: Time
~Part 1: The Chase.~

Rachel: How fast can this thing go?

Lucy: At speeds that can kill us.

Claude: Punch it Lucy!

Lucy increased the speed and Rachel turned to her.

Rachel: Does your bike have any type of weapons on it?

Lucy: Yeah a few swords.

Rachel opened up a panel and grabbed out a broadsword. She smirked and arrows came flying at them. Rachel shield them using the sword and she saw that Anisim was leading two others on bikes. They were speeding just they were.

Rachel: Son of a bitch!

Rachel stood up the seat and Claude was trying to get her to sit down. Rachel took a small run and jumped off the bike. Rachel got to the motorcycle with Anisim on it.

Anisim: Hello Rachel.

Rachel didn’t even greet him back. She swung the sword at him and he moved back. Rachel again swung it and Anisim grabbed onto it. Rachel tried to get him to let go but Anisim didn’t. Instead Anisim took the sword and swung it that Rachel went flying into the air.

Claude: RACHEL!

Claude acted quickly and jumped off the motorcycle catching Rachel. The couple slam into a tree and that caused Lucy to hit the brakes. Anisim and his gang were catching up on them and Lucy felt herself snap inside and Lucia broke free.

Rachel: LUCY!

~Part 2: Lucia~
Nature had once again crossed over with Silent Hill and Lucy knew where she was at. Lucy was behind the door, in Lucia’s room. Lucia sat on a tree like chair while Lucy stood across from her.

Lucia: You need me.

Lucy: Oh really now?

Lucia: Mhm. I mean you could have died…that’s why you lost control. You know when to use me and when not to.

Lucy: But was it right?

Lucia: It was Lucy and you know why?

Lucy looked away.

Lucy: We have to stay alive. Those people would have killed us because of your Father. You want to see your Father go down right?

Lucy: Yeah I do.

Lucia: THEN DON’T FEEL BAD! For cripes sakes Lucy Tiffany Searphina! Embrace the vampire! Embrace the darkness! Embrace the Earth. Do not feel bad, you have to do what you must to live!

Lucy: I…I’m trying.

Lucia: Do or do not, there is no try.

Lucy rolled her eyes.[/color]

Lucy: Thanks Yoda.

Lucia: Don’t mock me woman!

Lucy: Too late!

Lucia didn’t speak.

Lucy: Before you do that again please at least let me know.

Lucia: No promises.

Lucy: I know…

Lucia: I have your back in this.

Lucy: I know you have.

Lucia: Beat those two up.

Lucy: That’s the plan.

Lucia: I’ll speak to you soon…

~Part 3: Fixing up her blades.~
Lucy was down in the forge lab fixing up her hidden blades. The vampire assassin had damaged them in her last hunt. On the left one the blade had broken in half and on the right one the tip had broken off. Lucy’s hair was tied up and she got the blade out. She sighed as she grabbed newly forged blades made out of steel. Carefully Lucy started to set them in knowing any miscaulcations and her finger could be gone.

The door to the lab opened and Rachel stepped in, her eyes bloodshot red from crying. Rachel shut the door behind her and sat in one of the chairs. Lucy gave a week smile as got them in. Lucy stepped back and grabbed a stick.

Lucy: Fire in the hole!

Lucy poked one of the buttons and the blade came out normally. Both Lucy and Rachel let out a breath of relief knowing no blood was coming out of Lucy.

Rachel: Changed the blades?

Lucy: I had to after that last battle. I mean you really can’t blame me sis…that and I’ve been thinking of upgrading them.

Rachel: What is this now Assassins creed or something?

Lucy couldn’t help but to laugh at that.

Lucy: Take it however you want but I’ve wanted to do this for a while now. I just wasn’t sure what all I wanted. I’m thinking of a cross bow or maybe a mini gun.

Rachel: Claude has turned you into such a gamer I swear to Christ.

Lucy: Well I work good with daggers Rei and you know that. When we hunt I like stealth over exposer. Plus your cousin did train me after all.

Rachel: Oh I remember that she did. You nearly killed me that one time when I was under Anisim’s control.

Lucy bit her lip.

Rachel: Listen I don’t blame you for what you were going to do. I told you if it got to a point, I want you to pull the trigger.

Lucy: I wouldn’t have killed you. I would have knocked you out at most.

Rachel: Luce it’s okay again do what you have to do.

Silence stood between the two siblings.

Lucy: I know…I know but I wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

Rachel: Don’t let Anisim sense weakness in you. You know black bloods feed off that stuff like it’s honey on rye.

Lucy: Yeah I remember Rei…I’ve been thinking. Mel said that she has a plan but she hasn’t told anyone.

Rachel: I know.

Lucy: Okay that worries me a lot. I mean what if this method is just a trap?

Rachel: Like if she does it she’ll fall into a coma or something?

Lucy: Yeah or even have Anisim control her. I mean when Claude woke from his the one time he ended up putting Mel into some type of tyrant like state.

Rachel: I do remember that.

Lucy: We wait and see, we’re prepared if that’s the case. Oh toss that orange to me.

Rachel looked over and saw two oranges next to her. Rachel grabbed one of them and tossed it to Lucy. Lucy turned, flicked her wrist and sliced the orange in half. It dropped into her other hand and Rachel clapped.

Rachel: Oh you wanted to test them.

Lucy: Yep and I’ll need you to toss the other one soon.

Rachel: Let me know when boss.

The two laugh.

Lucy: Will do. I’m thinking of going with the mini-gun.

Lucy turned back to the table and took the cuffs off. She pulled a chair over and started to work on it.

Rachel: So how are you feeling?

Lucy: Fine…why do you ask?

Rachel: I mean after what happened the other night.

Lucy sighs and keeps working on her blades.

Lucy: Listen I know I wasn’t supposed to do that but you know it was either us or them. I was thinking about saving our lives and not dying.

Rachel: I know…have you talked to Mel?

Lucy: No I haven’t why?

Rachel: You need to tell her! Remember you can’t do that stuff.

Again Lucy sighed.

Lucy: You tell me things I already know about.

Rachel: I know but I’m reminding you. Lucy I don’t need to see you getting hurt or anything.

Lucy: I can’t feel pain anymore.

Rachel: You’re touching into Lucia!

Lucy: Guilty as charge.

Rachel: Why?!

Lucy: Because I thought it over and I need to be stronger than this. Rei…I have to keep this family safe! I don’t care if it cost me my life! Yeah I’m touching the “beast” but you know what! I don’t care anymore Rachel!

Lucy finished up with the mods and she smiled.

Lucy: I’m trying to live my life before I die or my Father kills me. Either way…now throw that orange please.

Rachel grabbed the orange as Lucy finished up the upgrade. Lucy slipped them on and Rachel threw the orange at her. We hear a gun shot and a male scream.

Claude: You almost shot off my balls!

~Part 4: Time to win.~
In Moscow, Lucy stood on top of a church and looked around waiting for someone or something to happen. A green candle stood up next to her glowing green and brightly.

Lucy: Have you learned, yet? Have you learned from all of your prior mistakes? Have you understood that I just cannot be beaten at her own game? No? Oh, that's a mighty shame... I was hoping perhaps with time, would come change. It seems I have been once again mistaken...

People love to talk shit but they can’t seem to back it up. No matter though because I do back my words up. I mean look I have the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship. I have proof at least. But of course my opponents I know don’t believe in me. I bet right now they think that they are better than me and that they can beat me.

It amuses me honestly how many of them stand in my way, talk big and get knocked down. They doubt me and I assassinate them. Simple as that! That's just the thing about me... I hate not being in the spotlight... I am repulsed by those who take that spot undeservedly but let me assure you that is not me. I should be there because I earn it. I am not the woman who should be forgotten... since I fight so hard and I earned my right to be here.

Well, some may lay claim to that but not many and nobody will really challenge me on that. After, I have a huge match around the corner, yet it doesn't matter to me if I put my body on the line ahead of it regardless. I have no fear. It doesn't bother me if I am torn apart, knocked out or thrown through a flaming table... all of which are things I have come back from. This week is no different. I am once again ready for a real fight.

I, for one, enjoy fighting. Physical assaults on people are what I enjoy most out of life. Who doesn't enjoy doing this job? It's perfect for me and this is where I thrive. It may be a cliche but this is essentially what I was put on this earth to do... and I will not allow for anybody to stop me doing it.

You saw that Amy did underestimate me, didn't you, Alexis? You will not make the same mistakes will you... after all, you did witness the beatdown I put on her. There was no escape for the poor girl, even after all of the promises she made prior. I'd hate to have to do the same to you, dear Alexis, but I must. I have to do what I was put on this earth to do and that is cause harm to others. Poor Alexis... there is nowhere to run...

... you may feel there is. After all, it is believed there is a way to escape everything. But this is inevitable, Alexis... and that is the one thing you are unable to escape... that harsh reality of life. You must understand that while you may have been with this company longer, you certainly don't show it as you've done nothing during your time here... not until you were handed the chance. You are not a go-getter. You are not somebody who seizes an opportunity in quite the way I do.

Many question my passion and if I am here for all of the right reasons but I am. I want to be at the very top the same way that everyone else does and for the same reasons, if not ever so slightly more understandable and relatable reasons. I have never had an easy life... I don't wish to divulge the details but be aware that now is the time for me to step up and right those wrongs... and I will do whatever it takes to do so. I must stand tall... no more being held back. This is my time.

Anybody can state that, of course they can. It's understandable that most will claim it because saying such things will force you to believe that you are greater than you really are. But I am confident... not arrogant. Nope. I know where my strengths and weaknesses lie. But does dear Alexis understand her's?

I do... more than anything. I'm well aware of how things work around here and in this business as a whole. I've been able to bide my time and simply learn the ins and outs of one's craft. After all, there has been more than enough free time in my life in order to learn...

I do understand how tough it is for many to take women seriously in this business. There is no chance for you to succeed at this point, of course but I have no problem in tearing you apart and softening you up to the point where you may not make it to the Pay-Per-View at all... wouldn't that be a shame?

But I don't mind. I'm more than happy to cause some damage and ensure that the world does not have to suffer through you being the one to reach the top here. We've all been awarded a golden opportunity and only one can truly show how much it means to them by stepping up and grasping it... and that is me. Unfortunately for you, Alexis , there just isn't anything that you can say or do in order to change that.

You are strong... but are you vicious? You are powerful... but are you fierce? You are a fighter... but are you willing to put your body on the line the way I am? You see, Alexis, there simply isn't anything I won't do. I will do it all and fuck the consequences.

Nobody believes me, it seems. That's fine with me. I am used to being ignored or just being an afterthought by others. There is no chance I am ever considered to be a favorite or even a threat. Last week's display from my opponent showed that... he was merely one example of somebody who didn't take me seriously and paid for it. I feel you are better than that, sweetheart... do not allow yourself to underestimate a real threat in the way they all did. I wouldn't want your pretty little self to pay for it in the same way they will. You will, of course, suffer because that is the nature of the game we play...

I do understand that fight will be there. Don't worry, sweetheart, I see the truth and I know you will bring it. But at the same time, I am more than aware of your strengths, dear Alexis but at the same time, I am also aware of your weaknesses, darling. I know where you struggle and that is where I will take advantage. I will make you suffer.

I am more than able to go ahead and tear a human being apart. I can end your career, if I really choose to do so. I can tear you limb from limb or I can injure you, force you to bleed or even burn... fire seems to have become my friend as of late. Many would think it's the enemy but we're closer than ever... so you can go ahead and believe that I will do whatever it takes to tear you apart and cause some serious damage... if I'm in the mood for it, of course.

And no, that is not an empty threat. You did see what I am capable of, didn't you? Just as I've seen what you're capable of... and felt it. So I know better than to underestimate you. I know you are a fighter but so am I... and a tougher, stronger and more resilient one than you. You may feel I don't have the right to judge that but I do, sweetheart. I have seen you in the ring more than enough times to understand how you go about business. You've not succeeded nearly enough to warrant being deserving enough to defeat someone like me. Perhaps that is borderline arrogant and I could also potentially not back that up but I disagree... I feel as though I can. Something deep down is telling me that.

This is another chance for me to prove to the world as a whole that I am as great as I say I am. I will continue to vie for their attention and to prove that I am worthy of their time. I have earned my place here, as far as I'm concerned. A solid victory will add to that... and I cannot wait. I anticipate this greatly and I hope that you do too. Part of me does hope that you are secretly the bloodthirsty woman I believe you are. I know I sure as hell am... but as they say, it's the quiet ones to watch out for and you do indeed strike me as such. But I want to see that fire... let it out. Do not be afraid. I can take it. I hope that you can as well.

And then we have Amy who wants this title back. It's a shame, honestly. I wished for every single one of my opponents to step up and find their way to the top alongside me. This could be a show-stealing battle as we all force the world to pay attention to every single one of us yet there has been a lackluster showing from all of my opponents and this is sad... it does, however, make things even easier for me.

I have shown I can defeat these Amy, having done so already... what on earth can possibly force  her to think that her luck can change? What possesses them to believe her own hype when there is no reason for her to do so?

Amy seems so caught up with the past so she's completely unable to understand her fate and what the future holds. I'm disappointed by that. I initially believed him to be a far smarter man but it seems he's not living up to expectations after all. Perhaps I should have seen that coming. That might have been smarter on my part. You see, when a woman claims to be a monster, that is your first red flag. I do, of course, believe in monsters. I associate with many... but when a man cannot back up said claims, there is something shady going on. You should then be wary and approach with caution. Your indignation shall consume you, darling Amy.

The more you ramble on, that does not in the least bit mean that you stand a chance. The more words you say do not take you one step closer to any sort of victory or success. Do you not understand that nobody wishes to listen to your threats... whatever the hell there is that you choose to waste your time humorously rambling on about.

Amy is still not showing the first and passion I was praying for. It's sad when someone is presented with such an opportunity but fails to deliver because well, they don't understand the magnitude of the situation and simply aim on getting by. That simply will not fly in this instance. There will be minimal chance of survival if that is the approach you continue to adopt, Amy.

There was no changing my mind at this point, she had officially believed in herself to the point of complete certainty. However, she was smart. She had said that from the very start. There was no chance she was going to walk away from this opportunity without having made the impact she was intending.

That is okay. This is all okay. I am comfortable with this setting as I sit back and watch all three of you make mistakes that are going to destroy your currently comfortable lives... continue as you want ladies.

After all, I honestly do not mind who will be there for me to pick apart the carcass of when I am done inflicting pain and suffering onto each of you. I am in this business to fight, not to provide psychology lessons nor take them. I am merely here to do my job and that is fight. Perhaps I will over-step boundaries on occasion and there will be thoughts in my mind that are sickening and even warped on some level... but I refuse to allow for anybody to claim I am false, fake or a liar. I am here to do what I was put on this earth to do and that is fight to the best of my ability and allow the world to see what I can do. I am not suffering an identity crisis, darlings, I am comfortable with who I am.  I’m nice girl really...

Amy you know I won’t show mercy on you just like last week. I am ready to take you down just like Alexis. I wonder what you’ll try to do honestly. But you know I’ll just make you choke again and again each time you step in the ring with me.

I've already defeated Amy and can be the first person to say that. I defeated her. I pinned her fair and square in that ring. I know that could mean one of two things... either she'll try to avenge that loss by fighting harder than ever before or perhaps she'll be broken enough to simply give up. I don't know about where she's at right now... what is her game-plan here? Come back swinging or no? I'm in the dark just as much as everyone else is at this point when it comes to her but I guess we will learn in time.

I'm well aware that you won't be taking me seriously, Amy. There is no way that you will understand that you are in for the fight of your lives because you're started to believe that you are greater than you actually are. It's a shame, perhaps I could understand where you were coming from if you actually were that great and not just that lucky... that is how it is, Amy. You feel as though you're on top of the world but ultimately, you are yet to face anybody of my level for that championship. That is why you still hold it, simply because of the lack of competition but this is where that changes.

I am a strong competitor and a woman who is often considered to be an MVP of any show I choose to wrestle on. I go ahead and fight harder than most others and that is why I am able to stand tall more often than not.

I expected you to underestimate me. You did. You failed. You will fail again. I’m coming into this match as a winner and walking out as one. So for the third time you’ll be up on the wall…wow I don’t think anyone else has for three times. Well congrats you actually will win at something!

I can be a nice a girl and everything but in the ring I can be destruction. Amy I hope you can keep up with that because I doubt you can. Sorry but two weeks you couldn’t. I mean I could lie and say I feel for you but I don’t.

I was hoping that my opponents this week were going to take all of this far more seriously but it appears to just be myself who is in this for the long haul and who is understanding the magnitude of the situation. Well, that is their own fault as their downfall is now on their own hands. They throw claims out there and even threats that they expect me to be scared of.

The time is almost upon us... a time for the world to take notice of the greatest female athlete to work her way up the ranks in some time. Alexis nor  Amy will find a way to stop her momentum, as much as they crave that. The time is ticking, girls, and you will not be safe. You may feel it now but not when we step into the ring with one another in a matter of days. That is when it truly all starts going wrong for the two of you. I keep on saying this but for good reason. I am preparing for the fight of my life, so please do deliver. Don't disappoint me...

I know you are not here to please me but still, it would be mighty nice if you paid at least a little bit of attention to my requests here and it would be even better if you did something about it. If you did, it would also help you both... I promise!

Are you both ready now? It would appear you're not as you're both hiding behind your own false beliefs but hey, however you want to go about business! I've made my peace with this situation and I feel highly comfortable... do you yet? Do you feel as though heading down to the ring this week is smart? I imagine you both do but you'll realize sooner or later why it's not. Do not... on any occasion... ever state that I did not warn you all well in advance because if nothing else, consider this your warning.

Ladies you’re out of time, you’re just another target…the vampire assassin and wisdom angel is here.

Fade to black.

[Amy Marshall]

 Tuesday 6th October
Las Vegas, NV

The scene opens outside the home of Amy Marshall in Las Vegas, it had been awhile since Amy had been home during the SCW world tour, and that was evident with the long grass on the front yard and as soon as Amy opened the front door, she was greeted with a mass pile of letters, junk and flyers.

Shaking her head, she opens the door wide to allow and invite Joey Santino into the house.

“Apologies for the pile of letters and crap… but come in and make yourself at home.”

Amy smiles, as Joey walks in, brushing his body against Amy’s, as he places his bags down and removes his shoes and coat before moving into the living room.

Upon entering, he is greeted by the sight of replica title belt, various wrestling pictures, signed autographs, Japanese art and the two AVN awards for Best New Starlet and Best Actress.

“You still have those awards?”

“Sure… didn’t you get any?”

Amy queried.

“I did… I got one for male performer of the year and another, but for a co scene, but when I met my wife… I hid them and to be honest, I’ve forgotten all about then.”

Joey shrugs.

“Why?”

Amy queried.

“Worried she might get jealous or something. I never told her about doing porn. Just told her that I worked behind the scene for the movies.”

Joey sat down, as he ran a hand though his hair.

“I’m sorry… I don’t mean to pry or bring up your wife.”

“It’s fine. It’s been four years. I can dust the awards off now, if I can remember what storage facility I stored them in. I think it was in San Jose.”

“San Jose… I thought you were from New York.”

“Nah… California boy born and bred. I lived in New York to be closer to work.”

“Ooh that makes sense.

“Yeah”

Joey nodded.

“Anyway… I know you are my houseguest and I know we have been here barely 10 minutes… but I need to do some chores.  You can either find the spare room rest or help me sort out the front yard and the mass pile of post.”

Amy asks, as Joey takes a moment to think.

“Sure… I’ll give you a hand.”

“Thanks.”

Amy smiles, as she places a hand on his shoulder and kisses him on the cheek.

“No problem.”

The scene fades out, with Joey getting to his feet, where he heads to the front door and scoops up the first pile of letters before placing them onto the table, where Amy picks up the first piece of mail and just screws it up and creates the first pile of rubbish.


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13th October 2015
San Jose, Puerto Rico
Mineta San Jose International Airport

The scene opens inside the Mineta San Jose International Airport, where we see the hustle and bustles of people leaving San Jose or arriving in San Jose.  As the camera pans around to the arrivals board, we see LAX to SJC Landed.  The camera pans around once more to see a few people waiting for the arrivals of that flight…

In that queue of people, a few people hold up signs from Alexandria, Pedro, and Juan… including one saying Jamie ‘Sex Pot’ Deen. That person who holds that sign is Amy Marshall, as she waits for her close friend and former SCW wrestler – Jamie Deen.

Standing alone, Amy had left Joey back at the hotel, as she wanted the surprise of Jamie and Justin meeting him and vice versa.

Watching the first few people file thought, Amy looks down at her phone, checking the time and for any messages, she then looks back up to see Jamie and Justin appear and see Amy’s sign and walk around to meet her.

“Hey guys.”

Amy smiles, as she and Jamie hug and she and Justin hug.
“Hey pretty lady, how are things?”

Jamie asked.

“Good thanks.”

Amy smiled.

“How was the flight?”

“Good.  Thankfully a short one.”

Justin replied with a smile.

“Nice to hear.  Shall we grab your bags and head back to hotel?”

Amy asked.

“Sure…”

Justin, Amy and Jamie slowly head towards the carousels to collect their luggage, as Amy lets them that she hired a car for the week and that she has a surprise back at the hotel.  After a few minutes of waiting for the carousel to bring their luggage round, Justin and Jamie grab their bags, and soon follow Amy where she had parked.

“Nice car.”

Justin nodded in appreciate, as he looked at the baby blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air.

“I know right.”

Amy grinned, as she popped the boot open and watches as Jamie and Justin place their bags into the trunk, before climbing into the car.  Climbing into the car herself, she start the classic car up before pulling away and heads to the hotel.

“So what’s this secret you got?”

“You just have to wait and see, and if you checked twitter more often you would know.”

Amy shook her head and grinned, as she turned one final corner and finally arrived at the hotel, they were staying at.  Parking up, Amy climbs out of the car, followed by Justin and Jamie, who grab their bag and enter the hotel.

Inside the hotel, Justin and Jamie receive their keys for their room, however, before checking their room out, they head to Amy’s room.

“Joey”

Amy asks out, as she looks around, until a voice yells out from the balcony.

“Out here.”

Amy along with Jamie and Justin head towards the voice on the balcony, where Amy is greeted by the sight of Joey sitting on a chair with a beer hand.

“I have some friends, I would like you to meet.”

Amy said, as she watched Joey put down his beer and stand up showing off his tanned and toned body and flashes a smile towards Justin and Jamie.

“Guys, this Joey Santino… Joey this is Jamie Deen and his partner Justin.”

Amy introduces everyone, as she watches Joey, Justin and Jamie shake hands and exchange pleasantries.  Amy backs away for a few moments to get a beer from the fridge, as she turns back, she finds Jamie standing before her.

“He’s cute.  But why the separate beds?”

Jamie looks back at the two single beds.

“We’re taking it slow.”

Amy said with a smile.

“You taking it slow… where is Amy and what have you done with here?”

Jamie raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“What… Can’t I take things slowly? I don’t want the heartbreak like I had with Gabe or Kevin… those relationships were crazy and involved sex far too early.  With Joey… we fucked once back in 2007 but that was for a film, we never talked properly or even got to know him and I never saw him again.”

Amy explained.

“Still… single beds.”

“Oh hush.”

Amy shakes her head, as Jamie smirks. As Justin and Joey appear.

“Do you guys want to get something to eat?”

Joey asks, as he looks at Amy and flashes a smile.

“We need to drop our bags into our room first, I’m we could go get something.”

“Great.  We’ll meet you guys out front.”

Jamie and Justin nod, and grab their bags and disappear leaving Joey and Amy alone.

“Your friends are nice.”

“Love them to death.”

Amy smiles, as she drinks more beer, as she watches Joey grab a shirt and throw it on, as he grabs the hotel key and his wallet.  Taking one last swig of beer, she places it down on the side, and grabs her small bag.

“Ready.”

“Yup”.

The scene soon fades out, with Joey and Amy leaving the hotel room, where they go on to meet Justin and Jamie out front, where they would go on to find something to eat.


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Friday 16th October 2015
Vlog.

So we are days away from High Stakes, where I face off against Alexis Edwards and Lucy Seraphina for the Internet championship. I’ve spend hours inside the gym and watching video’s… but there is only so much you can do in front of a computer screen and inside the gym as preparation, but it’s nothing compared to stepping inside the ring and actually competing.

You see I have spent the best part of three months battling for the Internet title and frankly I am exhausted from it all. But don’t be fooled into thinking that I am simply going to lie down and give up, I will not do such a thing.  Instead I will fight for all I have, for all that my body will allow me… I will still be seeking to reclaim the gold, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if I failed in my pursuit.

I would be perhaps a little relieved…

Anyway… let’s move before someone constitutes that as me quitting or giving up or something.

So to the champion first… Lucy.

Clearly you are more focused on the history of your people and who you are than actually wrestling… here is a tip Lucy… NOBODY GIVES A SHIT.  I don’t care if you are a fairy princess or even the queen of bloody England... this is wrestling… it’s not about your family or even what you are.

I just simply made an observation that you are a cheap lamp The Fallen knockoff.

Anyway… you have the same issue as me when it comes to this match… very little to say about each other and when that happens, it kicks you right in the gut and it’s the end right there.  You begin to pick at the smallest of things… and well just like I am doing right now.

But it’s nothing we can do… just have to grin and bear it and just focus on each other inside the ring at High Stakes.    However, don’t be fooled that I am merely focused and worried about Alexis… I am not… she is a thorn in my side and very definitely in your side and if you haven’t figured out, there is a great possibility that she could take the Internet title away from you.

And just like that and just like me… you first title defence will be a shambles.

Just like those threats… shambolic and empty… I’ve heard them all before from people who think they have power or think they are special in some sort of way.  Just rehashed and empty.

Lucy… I hope you are prepared to lose Sunday… because that title will be disappearing from your grasps quicker than you can say abracadabra.

As for Miss Edwards…  I must say that little miss nobody has quite a lot to say…

You must feel quite grown up putting those big girl panties on and expressing those opinions of yours… well congratulations Alexis… you have excelled yourself from nobody to somebody…

Oops… There goes that pathetic little crusade that you and Timmy have going… and unfortunately I have to decline your invite to join the nobodies… I’ve held titles, I have a name and well I’m a grand slam champion… ruins the team specification of the nobodies.

But oh wait… all that means shit to you… I’m guessing that you need quite a beat down to show respect to those who deserve it.  But I sense I’m not going to get that, instead it will be more yapping form your annoying little mouth.

Don’t you ever shut the fuck up?

You may perceive me as a paper champion and a paper grand slam champion etc… etc… but you do realise that it if it wasn’t for me, Delia would probably still be Bombshell champion, Mercedes Vargas may still be Roulette champion… hell Roxi may still be holding onto the Interne title… but no thanks to me… different champions now and the Internet title has some life put back into.

So you can shove you so called brutally honest comments and observations up your ass, your words mean nothing when it comes to being inside the ring… at the end of the day this is wrestling and wrestling it what we will do at High Stakes.

No more petty back and forth comments, no more who or what we are…  I am here to kick some ass and win titles… Sunday Night, I will battle with you and I will battle with Lucy to the very end… and I wish you luck… I wish you both luck in this encounter.

We will all need it.