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Location: Kaneohe, Hawaii
Date: April 29, 2024
 

Eiley carefully adjusts her tank top and simple pair of spandex shorts as she stands outside of Mikah’s gym in Kaneohe, Hawaii. She takes a breath before gaining some confidence before cautiously walking through the front doors of the gym. She looks around the gym, only standing in the entrance to the gym and she could see that the upstairs work out area was  buzzing with activity and then her eyes move to rings that were set up in the main level of the gym. She could see that Mikah was in the ring, working with Kendall and maybe a new student or two, she didn’t really know. The place was buzzing with activity and Eiley was for the most part, going unnoticed.

Eiley jumps back as three kids run in from outside and nearly knock her over.

••eiley•• “Hey!”

Two of the kids mostly ignored Eiley but the youngest, Myles, turns back at her. She watches the frown on the four and a half year old’s face before the look of realization hits him. Eiley watches as he stops to look at her before giving her a cheeky grin and then running off to follow his siblings through the gym. Eiley just stands there for a moment, trying to think thoroughly about her next step. She doesn’t have a lot of time to think as she has seemingly gathered Mikah’s attention.

Eiley watches as a few different emotions seem to run over Mikah’s face before Mikah seems to gather control of her emotions and returns to a neutral state. Eiley sighs as she moves towards the ring, walking slowly as she does as she wasn’t sure what sort of reaction Mikah would have towards her. Mikah steps out of the ring and Eiley sort of shrinks back as she sees the slightly angry look on her face. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Mikah but she didn’t expect that Mikah would be this angry.

;;MIKAH “You have some nerve..”

Eiley just swallows, hard as she moves to stand her ground, not wanting to back up from Mikah. She wanted to show that she wasn’t scared of the Hall of Famer and that she was confident enough to stand her ground.

••eiley•• “Uh…”

She barely has any time to think about what was going to happen next or even contemplate what she was going to say because Mikah cuts her off.

;;MIKAH “Do you know how long you’ve been out of reach? Do you know how many times somebody in this building has tried to contact you? Or do you even care?”

Eiley just looks at Mikah with a deer in the headlights sort of look as she tries to think quickly of an excuse for her absence. But it is clearly not something that she has thought too much about as she struggles to come up with a reason or an excuse. Mikah was still looking at her as if she was waiting for a proper response and Eiley continues to struggle with a proper reasoning.

••eiley•• “I’m sorry! I just…needed some space.”

The look on Mikah’s face did not scream that she was impressed with the reasoning that Eiley had given her. Eiley shifts her weight a little uncomfortably under Mikah’s stare as it doesn’t seem to waiver at all, staring at Eiley as if she was waiting for the actual truth and not just something that Eiley was saying to save face.

;;MIKAH “Space? As if the ocean isn’t enough space for you to be able to collect whatever feelings that you were feeling? I’m pretty sure Hawaii would have given you enough space to sort through whatever shit you needed to without disappearing on everybody.”

Eiley just looks at her for a moment, processing what Mikah was saying. But it was almost as if Mikah didn’t have that much patience for Eiley anymore. Eiley couldn’t understand why Mikah didn’t understand where she was coming from.

••eiley•• “You wouldn’t understand. And how could you? When you were in SCW, you always had a following and you had run the division for so long. You never needed to have space to think.”

The words that spill from the young woman’s mouth do not even seem to phase Mikah that much as she holds her own ground. The look on her face was emotionless for the most part except for the fact that Eiley knew that Mikah was upset with her.

;;MIKAH “Did you ever stop for one moment to think about how your absence has affected those around you?”

Eiley had noticed how Mikah had completely disregarded what she had said and Eiley boldly rolls her eyes in front of Mikah, not bothering to hide the motion.

••eiley•• “Why do I have to think about how my decisions affect other people? Nobody has ever thought about how their decisions affected me. So why do I have to be the one to think about how my decisions affect other people. I doubt you’ve ever thought about anybody other than yourself. Until recently, that is.”

The tension between the two was thick as Eiley hadn’t ever really stood up to Mikah before. The look on Mikah’s face, however, said it all as she looks at the twenty-one year old with a dirty look on her face that soon morphs into a smirk.

;;MIKAH “I get it, you’ve had a hard life, Eiley but things are different around here for you, now. And they have been for over a year now. You can’t walk in here like you haven’t been gone for months and act as if your absence hasn’t affected anybody. Things aren’t like they were in your childhood.”

Eiley was growing frustrated with the way that Mikah was avoiding some of the things that she had been saying to her and only picking and choosing things to respond to. She takes a moment to try to organize her thoughts before she responds to Mikah again. Eiley stands there for a few moments and Mikah just raises an eyebrow at her as she too waits for Eiley’s response. There could be sounds heard throughout the gym of people working in the ring and up above in the weight area of the gym.

;;MIKAH “Don’t worry, I have all the time to wait, Eiley.”

••eiley•• “Oh, what? You’re not chasing after your heathens that run around thinking they can control everything?”

The words had slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. She knew that the kids were the one subject that Mikah would be defensive over and Eiley could see the mood within Mikah change.

;;MIKAH “Those heathens can run around this gym and do whatever they want, it is their second home. Kristopher and I want them to feel safe here. And don’t worry, every single person who steps into this gym through those front doors knows not to lay a hand on them or discipline them. And you will follow suit.”

Eiley just clenches her jaw for a moment, trying to keep calm and to try to gather a stronger hold on what she allowed to slip out. Eiley knew that she had to be calculated on how to talk with Mikah and she knew that Mikah had a quick reaction as well. She also knew that people liked to call Mikah dumb but she was well aware that Mikah was anything but dumb and that she just let people make up their own assumptions about her.

••eiley•• “I just think it’s unfair that I’m expected to think about how my own decisions will affect other people when it’s not the same the other way around. It’s kind of hypocritical, if you ask me.”

The smug look didn’t seem to leave Eiley’s face and Mikah just shakes her head. She stops for a moment, hearing a scream and Eiley listens as well. She watches Mikah’s face and then takes a moment to recollect her thoughts. Mikah soon turns her attention back to Eiley after determining that the scream was nothing to be really concerned about.

;;MIKAH “Well, I didn’t ask you if you thought it was hypocritical, Eiley. You should be taking some sort of accountability for your actions. You’re acting as if you’ve only been gone a couple weeks and not since the middle of January, which was nearly four months ago.”

Eiley lets out an exasperated noise as she looks around, trying not to throw her hands up in the air and just walk out of the gym. She knew that Mikah was pushing her and trying to get her to admit that she was in the wrong.

••eiley•• “I know how long I have been gone, Mikah. I know when I left to get some space and to think. I realize it has been a long time but I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to come back! And right now? I’m regretting that I even stepped through those doors. I just thought that maybe I could step back in that ring and try to work on whatever skills I need to improve on.”

Eiley watches Mikah for a moment and can see her switching gears and she was fully ready for a new sort of tactic to come from Mikah.

;;MIKAH “What about Oz? You didn’t think about him? Or coming back to him? Or for him? Hell, you haven’t even sent him a message and he’s also been gone for a while, looking for you. I had thought that if there was one person that you would have told your location to, it would have been him.”

A blank look crosses over Eiley’s face as Mikah mentions Oz. It wasn’t the tactic that Eiley thought that Mikah would use. She blinks a few times, trying to think of an answer for Mikah.

••eiley•• “I-don’t…I…it’s….I tried to, I just couldn’t bring myself to…text Oz.”

She had stumbled and stammered over her words. She curses at herself in her mind, hoping that it didn’t give anything away. She should have known that Oz was going to be brought up in the conversation; he was just as important to this gym as she was. She watches as a smirk crosses Mikah’s face and that cold, determined look is now in the Hall of Famer’s eyes; a look that many of Mikah’s opponents had seen before when she had figured something out in the ring.

;;MIKAH “You know, I knew that you would show back up. I told Kristopher that you’d be walking through those doors after I heard your name being called and then being paired with Mark Cross at Blaze of Glory for the Blast From the Past tournament.”

Eiley lets out a breath that she hadn’t known she had been holding as Mikah switches the subject from Oz.

••eiley•• “I…thought it would be nice to finally come back and try to win the tournament. I had hoped that Oz was going to be in the tournament so that we could be paired together randomly. But apparently, he wasn’t entered in the tournament.”

Mikah shakes her head at Eiley.

;;MIKAH “How can he enter a tournament when he’s been looking for you, Eiley? Did you not think about letting him know before you entered your name into the tournament? It might have encouraged him to enter his name.”

Eiley stumbles over a few things in her head, trying to think of something that would counter what Mikah had asked. She could see that Mikah was already feeling as if she had the upper hand and she probably did. Eiley could feel how she was slipping up and things weren’t making sense to Mikah and she could feel herself struggling to keep her head above the water.

••eiley•• “I didn’t know that Oz was looking for me…he n-never contacted me….”

A slightly sinister laugh spills from Mikah’s lips and it sort of surprises Eiley and she takes a step back. She didn’t like the calculated look that was now in Mikah’s eyes.

;;MIKAH “I just told you a few moments ago that he was looking for you, Eiley. This is the second time that I’ve mentioned it.”

The look on Eiley’s face falters just momentarily as she looks at Mikah, a bit surprised and she blinks a few times.

••eiley•• “But I didn’t…Oz didn’t…he didn’t get ahold of me. I would have told him that I was going to enter the tournament and come back.”

Mikah just shakes her head at Eiley and Eiley glances around her, feeling uneasy as her mentor looks annoyed with her.

;;MIKAH “I don’t believe that, Eiley. You know why?”

Eiley just shakes her head no and Mikah steps a little closer to her. Eiley sucks in a breath and holds it as she feels her heart beating fast inside her chest.

;;MIKAH “Because I know that Oz had tried texting and calling you a week or so after you left to get space. And I’m pretty sure or at least ninety-seven percent sure that he’s tried since then. So your little claim that Oz hasn’t tried to get in touch with you doesn’t sit well with me.”

Eiley chews on the inside of her cheek, sure that she was going to chew a piece of it off as she tries to calm her racing heart down. She tries her best to think about what to say next to Mikah but there wasn’t anything that she could think of that would appease Mikah.

••eiley•• “But how do you know it was me that he was texting? Maybe Oz just told you that he was trying to find me. Maybe he was lying to you to disappear too.”

Mikah laughs again, the noise sounding anything but joyous as Eiley feels that feeling of anxiety settling in. She takes another step backwards as she sees the sinister look in Mikah’s eyes.

;;MIKAH “While I’m not too friendly with one Oliver Zahn, I know that he was looking for you and texting you. The two of you? You don’t have many friends or people who you keep close. But you and Oz kept close to each other. So I know it was you that he went looking for when you never returned any of his text messages or phone calls. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Eiley, because I’m smarter than you.”

Eiley swallows hard as she feels the wrath that Mikah was easily portraying toward her. She glances around the gym, looking for anybody that she could hopefully use as an ally but she didn’t see anybody.

••eiley•• “Um…I…”

She stammers over her words but both of them are pulled away from their own train of thought as Kris walks into the gym, his phone in his hand and he stops when he sees Eiley and Mikah talking.

;;MIKAH “Exactly. You don’t have anything else to say to me. So I want you to get out of my gym, Eiley. And by the way….”

Mikah takes a step closer to Eiley and leans in, her lips next to Eiley’s ear.

;;MIKAH “You’ve never called Oz, Oz.”

The color drains from Eiley’s face as she realizes that she had slipped up and she just turns and walks out of the gym, not wanting to argue with Mikah anymore. She wasn’t sure where she was going to go, but she knew that she couldn’t stay there anymore. She looks up at the Hawaiian sun and takes a moment to think to herself before starting to walk in the direction of the highway. She pulls her phone out of her pocket to call for an Uber as she tries to think of what she wanted to do next. She needed to find somewhere to train and she knew now that Mikah’s gym was off limits and she couldn’t step foot in there again as she was now not welcome there any longer.

••eiley•• “Fuck.”



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Location: Normandy, France at the landing beaches..
Date: May 3, 2024.
 


The scene opens up to the landing beaches  and gets a shot of the ocean before the camera moves to get a view of what has been set up on the beach. For the time being, the beach is pretty much empty but a few rows of chairs have been set up, facing the ocean. There wasn’t anybody sitting in the chairs, but there was a distinct aisle in between the sets. While there weren’t people in the chairs, there was something sitting in a few of the chairs.  A minute goes by before a figure can be seen in a black dress with a head drawn over their head, shielding their face. The figure is looking down at the sandy beach  as they walk the aisle toward the ocean. The person is holding something in her right hand but is sort of dragging it behind her, tracing a line in the sand with it. The camera zooms in closer to see that the object that the woman is dragging behind her is a sledgehammer. The woman stops at one of the chairs that holds an item on it and the camera zooms in to see a picture of Eiley’s pinned tweet printed out and put in a frame. The woman carefully grabs the sledgehammer and lifts both hands before slamming it down onto the frame, shattering the glass and destroying the frame.

“There comes a time when all good things must come to an end so that a new era can begin…”

The voice is low and almost disguised as the sentence was said slowly and the person was enunciating every world so that each word would not be mistaken for something else. She rips the hood from her head, a disgruntled and angry look on her face as it is revealed to be Eiley.

“And on Sunday? The road to that new era is going to begin for me…”

She sets the sledgehammer back down behind her and drags it to the next row, where a replica of the cruise ship that SCW hosts fans for a week on and then has a show on sits. She raises the sledgehammer up once more and brings it down on the mini replica of the ship and smashes it into many pieces.

“There will be no living in the past for me….”

She lets her gaze linger on the broken pieces of the mini replica of the cruise ship, the sledgehammer sitting on the ruins.

“The last time that you saw my face on a SCW screen was in January when I lost to Kayla Richards on an irrelevant Climax Control, who ironically is the Bombshell Champion right now.”

She takes a moment to let the words sink in for a moment. But the moment doesn’t last as she holds the camera’s gaze, appearing more confident in herself than she used to look. There was something different in her eyes that the camera couldn’t quite differentiate from anything else.

“The date of that Climax Control is irrelevant and that match is irrelevant in itself. But it is the last time that anybody has seen me step foot in a SCW ring or a wrestling ring in general. It is almost as if I disappeared off of the face of the Earth and it may have seemed like I was never going to be seen again.”

She pulls the hood back up to cover half of her face again, indicating the disappearance. She pushes it back down and fixes her blonde hair to keep it out of her face. She turns to face the ocean, her eyes scanning the horizon as she places the sledgehammer back down in the sand behind her and begins to drag it forward once more, making the line behind her longer. She stops at another chair to look down to see a replica of a tag team championship belt sitting on it.

“And this is what was important to me at that time; fighting for a championship belt that I only got half credit for….”

She takes a breath as she stares at the championship belt. The look of disgust is soon written all over her face and she raises the sledgehammer up and over her head before smashing it down on the fake replica of the belt. She does it a few more times, mangling the item into practically nothing.

“But that’s not going to be what happens anymore. Not this time, not this new era.”

She lets the sledgehammer fall down in the sand before she walks to the front of the rows of chairs and she chooses one to sit in. She is quiet for a moment, staring out at the ocean as she lets her words resonate for a moment.

“That’s why I entered the Blast From the Past tournament. I didn’t enter it for giggles or to see who I would be teamed up with. I entered the tournament for the right to choose to challenge for the Bombshell Championship once the winners of the tournament have been crowned.”

She leans back and crosses one leg over the other. She doesn’t seem rushed to talk again as she takes in the view of the ocean. There’s some sort of calm about her as she watches the waves crash onto the sandy beach.

“On June 6, 1944, the allied forces launched the largest amphibious invasion in the history of warfare. The Allied landings on the beaches of Normandy marked the start of a long and costly campaign to liberate north-west Europe from Nazi occupation. This is also known as D-Day or the beginning of the end of the Second World War in Europe.”

The little history lesson was not something that Eiley had planned, but she had come across it when she was doing her research on the landing beaches of Normandy, and she couldn’t help but use it to her advantage.

“That’s what it feels like returning to SCW for this tournament. Or at least, it feels like the beginning of the end of a lot of things.”

She bites her tongue, not wanting to overstep and completely miss on what she was supposed to be talking about. She wanted to leave it vague and that’s what she was going to do.

“In the past, I’ve been compared to Mikah and I’ve been called a miniature version of her and not my own person. I’ve also been given compliments from J2H on a few occasions that people hate to be reminded of. But there’s also a lot of things that I’ve done wrong that don’t seem to get as much credit for. But that’s not what the future is going to be for me.”

She shrugs.

“I am sure that there are a lot of expectations that people in SCW are holding for me and that there are a lot of assumptions that are being made about me, and that’s fine. Everybody can say or think about whatever they want about me because they will no matter what I do in the ring to prove them wrong or what I say in order to try to prove them wrong. I was always in the shadow of my mentor and people weren’t going to take me seriously when it came to wrestling. They never believed that I was going to be anything more than a rip off of what Mikah was in the ring. And I guess I sort of cracked under the pressure and walked away when it didn’t go my way.”

She shrugs her shoulders, letting the movement easily move through her body. She doesn’t move her eyes from the ocean.

“But that’s not today, that’s not how it’s going to be moving forward. I’m going to be just … Eiley. And prove that I can stand on my own two feet without the help of Mikah and her little gym.”

A flash of anger passes through Eiley’s eyes but as quick as it was there, it’s gone even quicker.

“And I’m going to start with using Melissa as an example this Sunday. And I’m sure Melissa is an alright person and I’m sure that a lot of people are picking her to win because it’s just me. The bombshell who clearly has had some fluke wins in her past. There’s no possible way that I can win on Sunday against Melissa. However, my last couple of losses? They were mistakes. Mistakes that shouldn’t have been made and I’ve been working on cleaning those mistakes up. But…”

She smirks a little to herself at the thought.

“This time, there will be no mistakes made when it comes to stepping into the ring against Melissa. I’ll be brutally honest with you.”

She leans forward just a little, placing her elbows on her knees.

“I don’t know a thing about Melissa or who she is or what she can do in the ring. I tried to do my homework and I got bored watching your old promos. But the one thing I can say about you is that you have been trained by decent people. Goth is a SCW Hall of Famer, so at least we have comparable backgrounds in training when it comes to who SCW deems to be important. And Whisper is well known throughout the wrestling community as well, so you’ve had training by people who have their own following and know what needs to be done in the ring.”

She doesn’t seem to hold much emotion on her face as she stares at the ocean for a moment before glancing at the camera, her lips turning up in a grin.

“But being trained by legends can only get you so far, Melissa. And I would know as I’ve had a small amount of success here in SCW. I’ve been one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions, a division that Oz and I carried for a long time because the two irrelevants took over, who have completely ruined the division because I don’t even know the last time they defended them. But that’s not the point that I’m trying to make. I had success and I wanted to make my success be reliant on what Mikah had taught me in the ring, but she could only teach me so much. Which, is the same for you. Goth and Whisper can only teach you so much before you have to learn some things on your own.”

A smirk stretches across her face as she looks at the camera.

“Sunday is only two days away and only two days until I make my in-ring return for SCW. This time, however, I will not be teaming with Oz but instead Mark ‘The Dragon’ Cross, which is controversial in its own right. He has a reputation in this company and I’ve been told he can be a loud mouth and maybe a little annoying, but he does seem to know how to win this tournament, so for me? That’s a plus. Because I too want to win this tournament.”

The confidence in her eyes is different than before and maybe this time, it was something she actually believed.

“He has the experience in this tournament to know what it takes to win. And I don’t even care if I’m piggy backing off of his success because I know what I want. I also know that he’s perfectly capable of taking care of Aiden Reynolds and I won’t have to worry about some wannabe Finn Whelan wannabe.”

A small glint passes through her eyes before she refocuses and replaces the look with a blank look instead.

“I don’t care what I have to do to win on Sunday, either. I know that I am going to do whatever it takes to beat Melissa and be the better competitor in the ring. Melissa might think she is the better competitor and that she has the upper hand, but she’s going to be proven wrong on Sunday. I know I might be a little rusty in the ring, but I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that I walk away with the win.”

She smirks again.

“Because this time around?”

She pauses for the dramatic effect.

“I’m not here for the Mixed Tag Team Championship, I’m here to fight for the right to challenge for the Bombshell Championship. Whoever that champion may be when it comes time.”

She shrugs one shoulder up as she looks at the camera.

“It’s nothing personal, it’s just business.”

She winks at the camera for a moment.

“And it’s going to start at the bottom, with Melissa. Hope everybody’s ready to watch it happen.”

She stands up and kicks the chair over with her foot.

“Because it’s going to happen whether you’re ready or not.”

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Location: Tempe, Arizona
Date: November 27, 2023.
 

Eiley had thought she had been doing a good job of “hiding” from Oliver as she knew that he was going to be upset about her involvement in his match against HBC and that he would blame her for his loss. She had thought that maybe he would have thought that she left the state and gone to Vegas or Hawaii but in reality, she found it to be silly to have left the state when the next Climax Control was going to be in Phoenix and she didn’t feel like traveling. So instead she had found a hotel that was not extravagant by any means but wasn’t sketchy, either. Just a normal hotel room in a normal hotel that maybe Oliver wouldn’t check where she was. She felt horrible for interrupting his match and ending up costing him the match but now, there was nothing more that she could do. Plus, it wasn’t like they were really speaking with one another.

She wasn’t even sure who’s fault that was, either. First she thought it was his fault but then she thought it was her fault and now, she couldn’t remember who’s fault it was at all. All she knows is that it has been a long time and it doesn’t even seem like they’re much of a team anymore and it only made her feel that much worse. She glances at the clock as she lies in the hotel bed and sighs as she sees the time nearing 3 p.m. and she rolls from her stomach onto her back, feeling as if she’s wasted most of the day just laying in bed but she didn’t feel like going out or doing anything and the TV was keeping her company just fine.

She sighs again as she hears a knock at the door and she tries to ignore it, figuring that it was housekeeping and they’d see the privacy please sign on the door and go away soon. But the knocking continues and doesn’t seem to stop, so she lets out a frustrated noise before rolling off of the bed and onto her feet before walking to the door. She adjusts her grey short pajama shorts and matching long sleeved top before opening the door.

•EILEY• “Can’t you read the fucking sign?! Oh…it’s you.”

She got the question out before she realized that it was Oliver but she doesn’t move from the doorway for a good twenty seconds before she turns and walks away from him, hoping the door would shut on him before  he could catch it. However, she knew that he was quick and that he’d catch it before it would shut and the conversation that both of them were avoiding was going to happen.

○OZ “I thought that you would have jetted out of town as quickly and quietly as you slipped in….”

He steps across the threshold and into the room before letting the door close behind him. Instead of making his way across to her, he simply leans against the wall next to the door frame.

○OZ “Then again, I didn't expect you to be here at all, and I expected to win my match, so it makes sense that you're here considering that I am apparently always wrong.”

She could tell that he was still frustrated about how Climax Control had gone, but he was trying his best to hold back his irritation about their current position in Sin City. She shoots him a look, her eyes slightly narrowed as she moves to the hotel chair and sits down, pulling one leg underneath her body and the other bent in a slightly defensive manner or in a way to make her seem smaller than she already is.

•EILEY• “Honestly? I thought about it. It’s not like you would have cared either way.”

Her answer was in regards to his first statement about her not having jetted out of Arizona. And she couldn’t help but take a small jab at him at the same time. This time, however, she contemplates on how she wanted to respond to his last statement. She avoids his eyes as she thinks about what she wanted to say to him, trying not to just react on pure emotion.

•EILEY• “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere other than Arizona, but I don’t pick the Climax Control locations. And I never said that you were always wrong, not once, so I am not sure where you’re getting that from.”

It wasn’t a jab but just something she could say in regards to his statement. She was still trying her best to figure out her own emotions and unravel the last month or so but it was still a mess in her head and she couldn’t make heads or tails from it.

○OZ “It's not you, it's everyone. We don't ever fail together, it's always just me. Everyone thinks the world of you, and thinks you're the next big things. I am just out there holding your back…”

He stops himself, albeit temporarily, from saying anything too harsh. He didn't want to make their situation any worse than it already was.

○OZ “I just wanted one night to prove I wasn't absolutely worthless, and that went wrong too…”

She presses her lips together as she can feel the insinuation just lying right there under what he was saying. She thought it was something that he wanted to say but was holding back in regards to not hurting her feelings.

•EILEY• “I never said that, either. I cannot control what the other idiots say about you or what they say about me. And I never once blamed you for any of our losses, you made that up in your head.”

She was quick to defend herself as it was a knee jerk reaction and something that she almost always had to do growing up because if she didn’t defend herself, nobody else would do it for her.

•EILEY• “Do you want me to say it? Because clearly you want to say it but you aren’t saying it. I’m not a little kid, Oliver. I grew up a long time ago and I’m pretty sure you did too. But fine, it’s my fault you lost on Sunday. Does that make you feel better?”

She hadn’t intended for what she was saying to come out as harsh as it might have sounded but regardless, it did seem to come out that way.

○OZ “No. It doesn't, but winning would have gone a long way.”

He couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth, but once they were out in the open he just let everything else out with them.

○OZ “I had that. I was literally on the verge of winning and took my eye off the ball. That is my fault, but you didn't need to come out and make that happen. For just one night, it didn't have to be about you,  but it was anyway.”

She raises her eyebrows at him and is quiet for roughly a minute before she looks at him as she processes what he had just said. She remains quiet a moment or so longer before glancing over in his general direction.

•EILEY• “I did not intend to make you lose, Oliver. That was not why I even went out there. And! You shouldn’t worry about me, anyways! I can handle myself!”

Sometimes, she felt like nobody believed that she could handle herself but she had taken care of the Dean problem by herself. And she hadn’t even wanted to involve Oliver in it but he had got it out of her. And then there was the Kaleb situation, which he had helped her with but she believed she could have handled it.

•EILEY• “You and I are both trained to be in that wrestling ring, which means that I can handle myself outside of the ring as well.”

She sighs a bit, it coming out more as a huff of air rather than a sigh.

•EILEY• “I’m sorry I made you lose, I won’t even show up at the next Climax Control where you’re booked by yourself and we’ll save everybody the trouble.”

She pulls her one leg closer to her body, not moving from the chair as she glances at him once more before focusing on nothing in particular.

○OZ “It won't change anything…”

It was obvious that he knew that no matter what he did, people were still going to look down on the two of them due to the comparisons to everyone else in Jet City.

○OZ “Winning that match probably wouldn't have changed anything either, but it was worth a shot. I am just tired of being blamed for every little thing that goes wrong. I wanted to prove myself capable of handling shit alone, even if most people still would have rolled their eyes. I don't have some Future Star award to fall back on.”

She frowns a little bit as she moves just a little in the chair she’s sitting in.

•EILEY• “I didn’t vote myself that and that's not fair of you to throw it in my face.”

And maybe that wasn't what he was doing but it sure felt like it was to her. She couldn't control what other people thought about the two of them any more than he could.

•EILEY• “You shouldn't be worrying about what others think. Maybe you should be worried about what I think. But that would mean That you'd have to stop making shit up in your head and talk to me. But that's probably scarier than believing in what others say.”

She gives him a look but doesn’t take it back.

○OZ “If your opinion was all that mattered, I wouldn't be in this mess to begin with!”

Again, it seems like he wanted to say more but he stops himself and takes a deep breath that he holds for a few moments before attempting to rephrase.

○OZ “It's not your fault that this whole thing about me being the weak link started. It started before we were ever even in the ring together. It started when Austin snapped during our match and beat me down with a chair.”

He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.

○OZ “It doesn't matter that I saved you for us to win the Mixed Tag Team Championships. It doesn't matter that I made sure we kept them by any means necessary before High Stakes. People see me taking the falls when we lose, and see everyone patting you on the back for your effort all the time.”

He looks up and tries to meet her eye with a second shrug of his shoulders.

○OZ “I had one chance to turn that around before we get a rematch for our titles, and because of what happened, I blew that too. I never said you had anything to do with this losing thing becoming the narrative of my career, but it is your fault that I wasn't able to cut that off at Climax Control. All you had to do was stay away and let me prove I can hang on my own. Instead, I just ended up as the punchline again, and that isn't something that you have to deal with. It's on me. It's always on me.”

She just looks at him and presses her lips together. She was trying her best not to snap at him but it was growing harder and harder to do so.

•EILEY• “Fine. If that's what you want..”

She stands up and fixes her shirt and shorts before walking over to her suitcase. She rummages through her suitcase before grabbing a dress and other things.

•EILEY• “I can easily make that happen for you.”

She moves past him to go into the bathroom. She doesn’t even look at him as she tries to slip into the bathroom without him grabbing her. She slams the door shut behind her, choosing not to add anything else and she presses the lock button to keep him from barging in on her. She takes a deep breath as she tries to control the emotions that she was feeling. She didn’t want to give into the sad feeling that she was feeling and did not want to give him the satisfaction that she was feeling that way. She takes a deep breath and shakes off what she was feeling as she looks in the mirror and starts to get ready to leave and to find something to entertain herself with for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. She didn’t have to deal with Oliver’s shit if she didn’t want to and she could ice him out even further so the feelings she was feeling didn’t leave a lasting effect on her.



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Location:Phoenix, Arizona.
Date: December 1, 2023.
 

“It’s been very…”

She couldn’t think of the word that she was searching for. The word seemingly was gone from her head. She hesitates, willing the word to come to her as she appears in front of the camera in a simple pair of jeans and a raspberry purple colored crop top. The exact location was not something that could be figured out as she was only standing in front of a brick wall.

“Dismal for Limitless since we lost the championships back at High Stakes. Actually, it has seemingly been that way for most of us who consider ourselves to be Jet City.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders as she looks at the camera. She did not really have much emotion on her face at the moment and she seemed to be just talking.

“Court lost the championship to whatshername and didn’t get it back in her rematch. Oliver and I haven’t been in sync for a long time and if I’m being honest, we’re still probably not there.”

She frowns for a moment.

“No, scratch that. We’re definitely not there and I’m going to be honest, maybe a little too honest, I haven’t spoken a word to him since Monday. And that might not bode well for us come Sunday…well, it wouldn’t if we were facing anybody other than the Barnharts.”

A small smirk crosses her face, the first real glimpse of emotion that has been seen from her since she started talking.

“If we were facing Finn and whatshername in two days time, there’s no chance in hell that we’d win. We’d lose and fail so badly that it would almost be funny. Of course, losing isn’t funny but the fact that he and I have been on a downhill slope since High Stakes, it would be the only way that we would be able to cope with a loss to a team like the Barnharts. Because what else could we do? A loss to them is nearly unimaginable. And then Oliver and I would be the laughing stock of the entire company because the Barnharts are the worst team that the company has employed.”

She just shrugs her shoulders as she felt that it was common knowledge throughout the entire company. She felt that everybody knew that almost anybody could beat the Barnharts.

“The problem is not that we can’t beat the Barnharts, because we can. But after Climax Control, Oliver and I are going into December 2 Dismember on terms that are not ideal. But even if we’re not on the same page, we can still hold it together longer enough to beat the Barnharts on Sunday. We know how to work in the ring well enough to put whatever is bothering us outside of the ring aside to get what’s done in the ring.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders again. It was hard for her to be serious in front of the camera or to admit that her and Oliver weren’t on the same page. But there wasn’t much else she could say about it.

“And we’ve faced the Barnharts before and we’ve beaten them before; there’s not much left that we can say about them that wouldn’t be redundant. Because everybody’s heard it before because they are the worst team and anybody with any sort of talent could beat them. The one thing that they have going for them is that they are consistent…consistently bad in the ring and bad as a team.”

A smirk once again stretches across her face as the emotion reaches her eyes this time.

“Look, I don’t have much more to say about the Barnharts because it’s not going to be anything that you all haven’t heard before. Even when Oliver and I are at our worst, we’re still better than the Barnharts could ever dream to be.”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

“And that’s only me speaking facts. Oliver and I will get back on track, it’s only a matter of time if we’re talking honestly. And the Barnharts will only be a stepping stone to get us back on track and back to the way that things are supposed to be. And I’m not ashamed that we’re going to be using them as a way to get our notoriety back because we are still the best team that this company has signed, no matter who is holding our championships right now. And time is ticking for them.”

She presses her fingers to her wrist to signal a watch ticking.

“And soon enough, the championships will be back where they belong, and we’ll be back on track.”

She smirks a little again.

“See you all on Sunday.”

She pushes herself off of the wall and begins to walk away before stopping to look over her shoulder, a smirk on her face.

“Ciao.”

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Location: Las Vegas, NV.
Date: November 3, 2023.
 

Eiley had decided to stay in Las Vegas after her and Oliver’s loss to Finn Whelan and Kayla Richards but she really hadn’t had a real reason for the decision to stay. It was more of a decision based on the face that she didn’t want to face Mikah and the disappointment that Eiley knew would be coming. She hadn’t intended to stay in Las Vegas for almost two weeks, but she was still there when the card was announced on Sunday before Halloween and then she decided it was best if she didn’t have to fly to Hawaii on a long flight and then back to Vegas. She had felt that it would have been a waste of her time to make the trip, so instead she stayed in Vegas in one of the rooms at the Aria. She had gone back to her ways of finding men to use to give her money so that she could afford to continue to stay at the Aria.

She also hadn’t expected to have been found by anybody to have found her, either and she didn’t think that anybody would have been looking for her either. She sighs as she hears a knock at her hotel room and expected it to just be house keeping, seeing if she needed anything for the day. She had them clean the room every other day at the most but it was never too messy anyways. She opens the door and is a little surprised to see Mikah standing there with her and Kris’ one month old daughter, Ridley in her arms. She had not expected Mikah to have traveled from Hawaii to Vegas so soon, since Climax Control was not going to be anything overly special besides Court hopefully winning her championship back.

•EILEY• “…Mikah…”

Mikah gives Eiley a look as she bounces Ridley a little in her arms in what Eiley assumes as an attempt to keep the baby calm.

;;MIKAH “Are you going to let me in? I really don’t like being in the hallway where scrubs can see me and my daughter could be exposed to their diseases.”

Eiley just simply sighs before stepping to the side to let Mikah step inside and she looks at Ridley, who was wide awake and seemingly happy. Eiley was always amazed at how the baby looked like a perfect blend of Mikah and Kris’ features.

•EILEY• “How did you know where I was?”

It was the first question out of her mouth and she really couldn’t do much to stop it from coming out if she had wanted to.

;;MIKAH “I know people, Eiley. You shouldn’t worry about how I found where you were but why I found you.”

Eiley watches as Mikah carefully lays the baby in the middle of Eiley’s made bed. Mikah moves pillows around to ensure that Ridley was safe and wouldn’t roll over or anything.

•EILEY• “Okay, why are you here then?”

Eiley sits down in the chair as Mikah carefully sits on the edge of the bed and looks at Eiley.

;;MIKAH “I wanted to see where your head is at because it’s clearly not on SCW or your partner. Do you know that Oz is currently getting yelled at by Kris in San Diego? Or do you even care because it seems like you do not even care about him.”

Eiley just blinks a few times as she processes what Mikah had just told her.

•EILEY• “I…it’s just…I didn’t want to go back to Hawaii to face you. Olly and I? We’ll be fine but disappointing you? That’s worse than anything I could imagine that Olly would say to me. I know how you and Court fell out after everything and I don’t want that. I don’t want to be the student that disappoints you and brings your reputation shame. I just want to make things better and I didn’t think that facing you would be the most ideal thing to do.”

Mikah listens to the young girl but simply nods her head.

;;MIKAH “Understandable but disappointing me is not going to happen after one loss, Eiley. Losses happen and I understand. You should be more worried about your partner, not about my reaction.”

Eiley gives a slightly sheepish look as she hadn’t wanted to reach out to Oliver and didn’t want the disappointment to set in like it had the previous week. She felt like a sham of a competitor and that her worth in SCW was diminished because of their loss.

•EILEY• “I am worried about Olly but it will be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will work out.”

Eiley wasn’t trying to be dismissive of what was happening but she wasn’t ready to face Oliver yet. Or the fact that they had lost at High Stakes.

;;MIKAH “It doesn’t always work that way, Eiley. Things might not work out if you don’t put the work in. Try to talk to Oliver before Sunday otherwise, Sunday’s match is going to be a shitshow. He’s your partner and if my intuition is right, he’s probably more than your partner, even if the two of you are scared to talk about it. I have to go mind Myles before he drives Leighton crazy. Please talk to him.”

Eiley doesn’t have the chance to answer as she watches Mikah pick up the baby from the bed and walk out of her hotel room quickly, leaving Eiley to think about what had just transpired.


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Location:Las Vegas, Nevada.
Date: November 3, 2023.
 

“Sunday is closer than I want it to be, if I’m honest. The week off wasn’t as great as it should have been for me and I will be honest, I’d much rather not show up and not compete again, so soon after Olly and I lost the championships to the new Mixed Tag Team Champions, or should I say Finn Whelan, mainly. Because we sure as hell know that Kayla Richards didn’t pull her own weight and that Finn is the only one carrying that team. But that’s not important at the moment.

What’s important is that Olly and I are in this match against two people that I don’t even want to talk about. Are they important? No. Is this match important? No. Can we lose this match and be fine? Absolutely. It’s just another random, useless match that management booked us in as a way to rub it in our faces that we don’t have our championships. Because they seem to enjoy the fact that Jet City walked out of High Stakes with nothing but disappointment.

Is that true? Yes, because it happened. Court lost her championship to the fraud that is Julianna DiMario and Olly and I lost ours to the above mentioned people.  It’s a fact that it happened but I think a little adversity will help in the long run and that Olly and I will do our best to get those championships back in the very near future. Our worth is not defined by one loss to two people who are only going to be transitional champions. And that’s how they will be referred to from now on; their names do not matter as it’s not going to be too long before Olly and I get them back.

But let’s look at Ariana, shall we?

She’s got something good going for her, doesn’t she? She got a shot at Court at the previous pay-per-view before High Stakes and she lost. But now she’s some champion and thinks she’s relevant to what’s important in this company. But she’s nothing more than a sham of a wannabe Bombshell. She will never amount more to what she currently is. She will never be the Bombshell Champion as she is not that caliber of a competitor. Everybody knows it and I’m sure people have whispered it, but I’m going to say it out loud right now. She’s never going to win the Bombshell Championship in her career and that’s fine, she can live in the mid card range and be just fine. She’ll maybe earn a spot in the Hall of Fame or maybe she won’t but she will be consistent.

You know what?

It doesn’t even matter to me if Olly and I win on Sunday or if we lose. Maybe losing will give us a little grit, something to work on and be better together than we were at High Stakes. Losing could give us that little push that we might need to get that fire back that we should have had at High Stakes but I’ll be honest, we became complacent and used to fighting talent off by any means but we have time to work on that and to get better. And a win against Ariana and Carter? That’s not going to prove anything. But losing to them and then avenging that loss? It might just do something more for us than winning would on Sunday.

Or maybe I’m crazy, who knows. Maybe I’m speaking something that doesn’t make any sense. But I think if we lose and we most likely will, it will give us something to use to our advantage.

It will make us want to be better and we will come back from it better and stronger than before.

Because there really isn’t any other choice.

Failure is only temporary and the feeling of disappointment isn’t going to last too much longer, anyways.

I’m not worried or bothered about Ariana and Carter in any fashion. It’s just another match and I’m looking more forward to being done with the match than anything else.

So, hopefully Sunday is over before we know it and I can get back to my life.

Later.”

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Location: Honolulu, Hawaii.
Date:FLASHBACK TO JANUARY OF 2022.
 

BACK TO THE BEGINNING

There isn't a peep out of the second bedroom for the entirety of what was left of the afternoon. On several occasions she thought he might have been stirring, only for it to have been coming from one of the other suites on the floor. However, she wasn't completely convinced that he had actually crashed as opposed to having snuck out while she was gone. She had long since abandoned the kitchen space in the early evening, sitting out on the terrace as she heard doors opening and closing back in the suite. Had she gotten up to investigate the source, she would have seen the second bedroom door open, with one of the beds inside much more lived in than the other.

The bathroom door at the front of the suite would have now been closed instead, with sounds of the small stall shower inside running, as he had not wanted to invade her space in order to get himself woken up for another night. A half hour or so goes by until she hears the same doors close and open once more, assuming he had gone back to the room. When she comes back into the master bedroom from the terrace she is startled by him emerging through the door in front of her with a towel wrapped around his waist. Alarmed, he looks at her and points to the closet, wanting to make certain she knew this wasn't just some move.

○OZ  "Didn't think the guest room through. I didn't take my clothes with me…"

Granted that whole thing would have seemed like a real hassle by the time they got back from their party. The walk back after all the drinks had been hard enough. Before sleeping it off, he was operating at as low power as possible. He hadn't been thinking of tonight, and he couldn't exactly blame himself.

○OZ  "I'll be out of your way in a second…”

He enters the closet, and moves past the safe to grab his bag and throw it over his shoulder before grabbing two different garment bags with the other hand before folding them over his arm. He carries them out onto the bedroom, and uses his foot to push the door to the closet closed.

○OZ  "Find something that is going to be attention-grabbing tonight?"

The words didn't come with the same disbelieving tone he had taken with her before getting some rest. He almost sounded like he expected the answer to be resoundingly positive.

•EILEY•  “Maybe.”

She just shrugs her shoulders as she adjusts the length of the shorts, pulling them down her upper thighs a little bit even though it was pointless as they were pretty short. She found that living in less clothing was more comfortable in the tropical climate of the island. She was okay with being alone as she had grown accustomed to it and she was not the type to sit around, waiting for him to pay her any attention. She liked it better when nobody’s attention was really focused on her.

•EILEY•  “I guess you’ll have to be surprised.”

It was all she really needed to say to him as she walks over to the closet where she’d stashed her stuff before grabbing most of it and slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She sets her bag on the floor before setting the smaller shopping bags on the bathroom’s counter before hanging up the dress on the hook on the bathroom door.

She wasn’t sure what he was expecting or how long he was hoping she didn’t take but after about roughly an hour or so, she emerges out of the bathroom, a completely different person. The dress she’d chosen was a little more out there but it would do. It was a a gold sequined dress that was form fitting and a little shorter than she had expected but it hugged her body in the right places. The top of the dress sort of looked as it draped down a little bit, giving a small glimpse of cleavage but not too much where it seemed trashy. The straps to the dress were skinny and the dress was practically backless.

She had done her hair in some sort of updo with a loose dutch braid on one side that pulled back into a stylish messy bun with a few tendrils of hair out in curls to frame her face. She knew how to do hair as it was something she’d picked up in one of the better foster homes she had stayed in as the mother had run a hair  salon out of her home and hadn’t minded when Eiley watched her do clients’ hair. It was also that foster mother who had taught her the basics of make up and Eiley had just learned the other aspects of a smokey eye, winged eyeliner, false eyelashes, and everything else from youtube or TikTok tutorials. She hadn’t needed a hair stylist or a make up artist to fix her hair or her face. The make up on her face was light enough to where it looked natural but enough where it enhanced her own beauty. She’d used false eyelashes to draw the attention to her brown eyes and had done a black winged eyeliner with a light gold smokey eyeshadow look. She didn’t want to overdo the make up, so she just applied a sheer nude pink glass to her lips.

She wasn’t entirely sure how the night was going to go but she was sure it would work out, it almost always did for Oz so she was sure it would for her. And schemes like she was thinking about had worked for her in California and it was how she ended up in Hawaii in the first place. She sits on the edge of the bed and carefully slips on the five inch stiletto heels that are a simple gold color with a strap just around the toes and one simple one around her ankle.

•EILEY•  “This better be worth this hassle.”

She was talking to herself as she finishes buckling the buckle on one of the shoes before standing up. She wobbles a little bit as it had been a while since she had worn heels and she takes a few steps before practicing a few times to walk up and down the length of the room to try to get it to look more natural. It didn’t take her too long before she felt that she got the hang out of it.

She walks out of the bedroom and into the main area of the hotel suite and she goes to look for Oz but she gets sidetracked by one of the window and the view of the sky through it. She smiles to herself as she watches the sky for a moment before hearing a noise, bringing her attention and focus back to the room and what she was doing. She turns around and subconsciously pulls at the short skirt of the very tight dress.

•EILEY•  “This is all you’re getting for tonight.”

She wasn’t sure if it was too much or not enough, but she was definitely underselling it. He had managed to have his initial reaction to seeing her, and also force said reaction off of his face in the time it took for her to hear him and turn. His appearance couldn't have been what she was expecting either, so he thought he would have a moment where she was too discombobulated by it to judge the look on his face.

Instead of having dressed up as she was, he had a simple white buttoned-down shirt, and cheap looking dress pants. Even the black dress shoes he was wearing looked like they had seen better days, but of course, that was the whole idea. He brings the bowtie up to his next and clips it in place, completing the look.

○OZ  "Good enough. If they're looking at you, they aren't looking at m---"

A knock on the door startles them both and cuts off his thoughts. He looks at the clock on the wall and mutters something under his breath about them being early before crossing over to the door, but waiting a moment before turning the handle.

○OZ  "Pretty sure it says do not disturb, ya know?"

He was loud enough to be heard through the door and forced enough feigned hostility into his voice to scare off any randoms that may have been knocking. Instead, the answer they hear from the other side is exactly like last night.

?: "We know!"

Without looking out, he turns the handle and pulls the door open as he walks back towards her in the room. Five others followed behind him, and four of them were dressed exactly the same as Oz was. With them was a taller fifth man who was dressed much differently. If someone had gone through every possible accessory option and picked the tackiest one every time, they might have a chance to look as cheap as this guy. His suit and pants were white, with a gold shirt underneath. He had rings on most fingers, and gaudy sunglasses on even though the sun was going down and they were indoors. Oz doesn't look back at them before talking seemingly just to Eiley.

○OZ  "These slackers are the rest of the team. Ja---"

The tacky one holds up a hand and shakes his head. Despite the way he looked, his speaking voice was entirely plain and monotonous. The clash was a little disturbing.

: "We don't need to do all that with a random. Let her prove she can hang before the info dump man."

Oz sighs, but doesn't waste time arguing.

○OZ  "You got your loudmouth…"

He motions at the man that cut him off, but still doesn't look back at them. She had called him the mastermind of all of it earlier, but it didn't look like that had been much of a contest.

○OZ  "Two of us are going to be lifting. The other two will run all the cards so we can put them back."

And that was where the risk of the night once. If they made it to the end, there was no need for them to take off. The charges on their statements  would look like a few hundred dollars worth of drinks they didn't remember, but nothing would be physically missing.

○OZ  "Your job is to pretend like we aren't there. Don't interact. Don't make eye contact. Keep moving. Do what you can to put yourself near the ones that will keep an eye on you or make a move. The better you do, the better we do. Everyone gets paid."

Before he can continue, he is cut off once again.

: "Speaking of…"

Oz wastes no time returning the favor for all the interruptions.

○OZ  "In the safe. Same combo. Take it all. We can break it all down and add it to the split. Once we leave, we don't come back to this room."

The loudmouth moved through the suite and into the master bedroom. He is gone for a few moments before reemerging with a sack full of the items from the safe. He passes it off to one of the others.

○OZ  "Don't all show up at once…. There are going to be a lot of servers down there but if we don't space they'll know some things up."

All of the members of the group nod before the five-man tandem heads out the door. Once they are gone, he turns the lock behind them and heads back to where she stands.

○OZ  "Sorry about all that…."

Eiley wasn’t too worried about the others that had barged in the room and she barely paid them any attention. She was used to many different people that would show up in places and talked over or around her like she wasn’t there and often treated her as if she wasn’t anything special.

•EILEY•  “It’s fine.”

She just shrugs it off as if it wasn’t a big deal. She was growing used to the scratchy/itchy feeling of the dress and she was growing used to  the extra height that the stiletto heels gave her as well. She wasn’t necessarily short but she was average height for a woman. She also wasn’t aware of the operations that happened in the background.

•EILEY•  “You don’t have to apologize for your friends or lackeys’ actions.”

She looks at him and pushes one of her loose pieces of hair out of her face. She was still getting used to the added weight the false lashes added to her regular lashes. It had been a long time since she had been dolled up to the nines with all the extra steps she had done in her makeup routine for the night’s events. But she wanted to look the best she could for whatever was going to transpire tonight.

•EILEY•  “The only actions that you’re responsible for being accountable for is your own. And I don’t see you apologizing for those anytime soon.”

She just gives him a look as she turns back to look out the window. She lets her eyes scan the beach and smiles as she sees a few different families still enjoying the beach and the ocean. There was one thing that Eiley had picked up since she had been in Hawaii was surfing. She didn’t own a surfboard but she’d managed to scrape enough money to rent a surfboard from time to time to practice.

•EILEY•  “When does this…thing start? I’m growing bored of watching people on the beach.”

He crosses the room back to her side and extends out his right hand, holding his palm up. Clipped to the inside of his pinky finger is one of the small card readers but instead of being plugged directly into a device, he had a cable taped up the side of his hand and into the arm of his shirt. He looks at it and smiles at her.

○OZ  "So downstairs is one of those lame hospital conventions. Pharmaceutical companies and tech companies are set up to try and bribe them to buy a bunch of shit they don't need. Because of COVID, the bar is cashless."

He was hoping that she was going to be able to follow the logic pretty simply, as there wasn't much to it.

○OZ  "You enter from one side. Loudmouth comes down the other. We work our way through to the middle. You too distract, we grab what we can and pass it off. Swipe any card handed to us to open a tab for a few hundred dollars. We bounce in about an hour before anybody knows what happened."

With that, he lowers his hand, and looks at one of the watches he had acquired in the last day or two.

○OZ  "I'll head down to be in position for your entrance. You come too close to anybody you just saw, go the other direction. You are just eye candy. We'll handle everything else this first time."

He was hoping that even though she was taking more of a back seat this time, it would at least give her a chance to see what a more organized and efficient game looked like.

○OZ  "Like I told them though, I am not coming back up here. I'll ditch the clothes in the alley between this place and the smaller one next door. Then I'll be headed too…."

He rummages in his pocket before finding the stack of keycards that she had seen the night before. He thumbs through them and holds the right one up.

○OZ  "....the Hilton Lagoon Tower…. Wherever the fuck that is…"

He shrugs his shoulders before looking around.

○OZ  "It's not as nice as this one but the penthouse does have an awesome spiral staircase up to the master. No giant terrace like this one, but a private hot tub on a balcony. If you want to keep living the high life there'll be space."

She was listening to him even though she was not looking at him, her brown eyes watching out the window once more. She watches as the people move about the beach and she looks even closer to the hotel to see people walking inside. She was lost in her little world for what seemed like a while but in reality it was only a minute and a half.

•EILEY•  “I’m sure it’s fine.”

Her voice was light and not at all like it had been the night before. She pulls herself away from the window to turn to look at Oz for what seemed like the first real time that day. She hadn’t really been paying much attention earlier but she let herself look him over before she gives him a shrug.

•EILEY•  “I don’t care where we end up.”

She was being honest about the end of the night's whereabouts. She really didn’t care about the location or where they were. She honestly didn’t even care if she had to go back to the house that she shared with her roommates. It wasn’t her favorite place but it was a place where she could sleep and shower and that was all she really needed.

•EILEY•  “And I’m not thinking that you really care, either.”

He wasn’t the type that struck her that he cared where he landed and he’d shown that to her over the past night. She hadn’t known a lot about his living situation in high school or back in California. She had assumed that it had been pretty similar; she’d slept in weird places to avoid the foster homes she was living in. She’d even slept on the floor in a few party houses and that was probably some of the worst places she’d slept.

•EILEY•  “Let’s get this thing over with. I’m already tired of being in these heels.”

She didn’t hate them but she definitely wasn’t used to them. She shifts her weight a little bit as she looks at him. She gives him a timid smile but doesn’t say much else.



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Location: San Diego, California.
Date: Friday, September 15, 2023


The scene opens up to the ring that’s set up in Jet City South and inside of the ring is a large box that is wrapped up in shiny metallic purple wrapping paper with a big silver bow on top. And sitting on top of that box is Eiley dressed in what appears to be wrapping paper with a box on her head.

“Happy Birthday.”

Eiley is careful not to move too much as the wrapping paper she was wearing could rip.

“Or should I say Merry Christmas?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera before shaking her head.

“Clearly we all know that it’s not Christmas and who the fuck knows when Tempest’s or Austin’s birthday is. But since Austin’s the King for the Day, he got to create matches and whatever. So he basically gift wrapped himself and Tempest this title shot.”

She just smirks at the camera before carefully reaching behind her and pulling out her half of the Mixed Tag Team Championships and sets it beside her..

“All because they think they deserve these championships. But why? Why dod they deserve them? They didn’t earn them and they fucking lost at Summer XXXtreme and haven’t heard much from either of them since. But since Austin won that stupid King for Day match, he got to make any match he wanted for one who show. Or really, he got to make all the matches but this, this is the match that he put himself in. And it’s fucking typical that the King for a Day and the Queen for a Day book themselves in championship matches. At least Zoey booked herself for a Bombshell Championship shot. And I’m not knocking these titles because I love being one half of the champions, but Austin could have booked himself in World Heavyweight Championship match. Which brings to the question, why he didn’t do just that…”

Eiley looks at the camera with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s because he’s realized that he can’t hack it in the World Heavyweight scene. Maybe he knows that he won’t ever reach that status again, so he has to rely on the help from Tempest to even maybe reach championship gold. But really, how reliable is Tempest?”

She smirks a little bit at the camera.

“And who the fuck let her out of the nuthouse to compete this weekend? Because the last time I checked, SCW isn’t a mental ward, but instead a place where competition happens. And nobody should be subjected to watch a mentally unstable person compete in a championship match.”

Eiley shifts a little but is still careful not to move too much as she didn’t want to tear the wrapping paper she was wearing.

“I am not sure what all Tempest is going to say about me, if anything at all. But she has a plethora of matches to watch and content to absorb, so maybe this time she will focus on me rather than her weird obsession with Mikah and Kris Ryans’ marriage and pending baby. Which, I’m still not sure what her obsession with it is….does she want Kris? Or is she mad that Kris didn’t end up with Fenris? Or am I delusional and there’s no tie between her ire toward Mikah, a woman she’s never faced, and her match up against me. And this is the last thing I’m going to say about Mikah and Kris’ marriage and relationship, if Kris didn’t want to be there with her, he wouldn’t be. He’s very capable of making his own decisions and he chose Mikah, so whatever your obsession with them can stop now and you can shut the fuck up about it.”

Eiley rolls her eyes in sheer irritation.

“Now let’s move on to what really matters…Oz and me. Or Oz and I, whichever way you want to say it. We’re the Champions for a reason and it’s not because we were just gift wrapped the opportunity to fight for them at Summer XXXtreme. No, we had to earn our spot in that match but apparently, that’s not a thing here in SCW. You don’t have to earn jack shit, especially if you win one of those stupid Queen for a Day or King for a day matches. Because then, all the rules fly out the window and the two in charge can book themselves in any match that they want and their co-workers as well. Do you think Zoey Lukas earned her shot at Court? Absolutely fucking not. Do you think Court wanted to face an undeserving opponent after the way Ariana acted? Absolutely not. And do you think that Oz and I want to face the likes of Austin and Tempest in a few days time? No but we’ll do it because that’s what we’re supposed to do and that’s what is expected of us. But doesn’t mean that we’ll be excited about it.”

She holds an annoyed look on her face as she looks at the camera before scooching a little back on the present to get a better seat.

“Nobody can claim that we’re not fighting champions or that we do not deserve these belts because we won that match at Summer XXXtreme and we retained our championships against Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe which was a match that we were not favored in any way to win. But yet, here we are, still the Mixed Tag Team Champions, which has clearly gotten under Austin’s skin because he chose to book himself and Tempest in this match. A match that they do not deserve but desperately want because they are bitter that they didn’t have what it took at Summer XXXtreme to get the job done. And to be honest? That was probably the only real shot they had at winning these Championships as Oz and I were new and less likely to have succeeded then but now? We’re a solid team and we know how to operate in that wrestling ring together. Our in-ring work together is better than it’s probably ever been and it’s only going to get better as time moves forward.”

A look of confidence passes through her eyes as she stares at the camera.

“And when Oz and I are a solid unit, like we currently are, I doubt the likes of Tempest and Austin Mercer are going to be the ones to beat us to take the championships away from us. Because their make up as a team? It just doesn’t make sense in any fashion. They don’t vibe and they don’t seem like a solid team. Tempest herself lives in some delusional fantasy where I am pretty sure she thinks I am Mikah and not Eiley, so I am never sure what she’s talking about when I listen to what she has to say when she’s up against me. It’s like she’s speaking another language that hasn’t been translated into English.”

Eiley just shrugs her shoulders.

“But her in-ring work is okay, it’s not the worst that I’ve seen and I’ve seen some shitty in-ring work. She’s kind of like a wild card and tries to be what she  believes will work best. But she’s not me and she’s not better than me. Sure, she’s a little insane and lives in a delusional fantasy world, but that doesn’t mean she’s not capable in the ring, because it’s very obvious that she is. But she’s not better than me and she never will be better than I am in that ring. And she can try and try again to get it done, but it’s not going to happen for her.”

She gives a fake empathetic look before she reaches up to fix the box on her head a little bit, having felt it fall a little down her head.

“I really would love to live in a fantasy world, Tempest. It would have been a step up from the shitty deck that I got dealt from life. But I live in the real world where dreams don’t matter and where everything you choose to do has a consequence of sorts. A ripple effect.”

She grabs the bow from the top of her head and tosses it down onto the floor a look of disgust and annoyance written on her face.

“So your partner booked the two of you in this match with the hopes that you will beat Oz and I to become the NEW Mixed Tag Team Champions. That’s the stone being thrown into the lake. But what you’re not going to hear at the end of our match on Sunday is yours and Austin’s names being called out as the winners. And the consequence of Austin’s choice is going to be another loss for the two of you and another world of disappointment to reign down on you and him in the pathetic lives that you live.”

She shakes her blonde hair out a little bit.

“It’s not my fault that Oz and I are a better team in every single way but Oz and I will take the blame when we crush your hopes and dreams to shatter your fake reality. Because that’s the plan that Oz and I are going to complete on Sunday. We’re going to prove to the two of you and to everybody watching that our Mixed Tag Team Championship reign is not one that’s to be laughed at or to be overlooked. We’re here to stay. And on the off chance that we lose on Sunday, we’re not going to just go away because we’ll come back, and we’ll just take them back when that time comes.”

She smirks with a confident look on her face.

“We’re not going to be going anywhere and we’re not going to leave if we somehow happen to lose on Sunday. Because these…”

She grabs her championship and holds it up.

“Are ours. They don’t belong to the two of you but you will just be title holders on a temporary basis. That’s it. You’ll be the transitional champions for a little bit before we take them back.”

She scrunches her nose at the camera, a glint in her eyes.

“But that’s a very unlikely scenario to happen.”

Another shrug of her shoulders.

“Because Oz and I are going to continue our reign and beat every record that has been set in the history books. We’re going to prove just how dominant we’re going to be in this company and shatter that glass ceiling quicker than anybody else ever has.”

She smirks at the camera again and adjusts the wrapping paper, still trying to keep it from ripping.

“Because unlike our opponents on Sunday, we haven’t been gift wrapped anything. We’ve had to work for every single good thing we’ve had in our lives and this isn’t going to be any different.”

She glances down at the championship before looking at the camera one more.

“See you on Sunday.”

She smirks again.

“Ciao.”

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Location: Read Below.
Date: Monday, July 3, 2023.
 

It had been a hard time for Eiley to sleep after she had witnessed Dean falling overboard; presumably to his death. She had been scared to sleep in the cruise cabin with Oliver close to her in case she woke up with a nightmare. While she had told him what happened and he seemed to be okay with it, she was still struggling with the aftermath of it. It also did not help that she was also struggling with the fact that she had not told anybody about what happened in London and she was having an even harder time putting it out of her mind after witnessing his demise.

Of course, the silver lining was that she managed to compartmentalize it enough to focus in the match that she and Oliver had been in the night afterwards. She was comforted by the fact  that the exhaustion of it all would crash her into  a dreamless sleep and she would be spared the nightmares she knew were coming. And she had been right. The second they had gotten off of the cruise liner and boarded Jet City’s private jet, she had crashed. She didn’t ask where they were headed, and Oliver hadn’t offered her any of the details. She wasn’t certain how he had talked Kris and Coby into letting them borrow it, but wasn’t sure that she actually wanted to know the answer either. She didn’t have the energy for that, and frankly, it didn’t matter. Wherever they went, and whatever happened, she would adapt, because that was life. For instance, in all of her pondering what her first championship win would be like, it never involved a death. Yet here they were. And she  had wanted to celebrate their big win but the second that she had sat down and the plane took off, she was out. Such is life.

She hadn’t the slightest idea how much time had passed when she woke up. It had to have been a significant chunk of time because while she didn’t feel very well rested by any means, she wasn’t tired. The windows that had been covered to block out the light earlier were open now that the skies were dark around them. For a moment, she thought she remembered that they touched down at some point, but wasn’t convinced that hadn’t just been her imagination. Oliver was no help. He had been very dismissive any time she even came close to bringing up the subject. The pilots were also closed-lipped in their announcements to the cabin area, so she assumed Oliver had instructed them to keep their mouths shut. After minimal effort, she just let it be, figuring it didn’t matter as they’d have at least two weeks before they had to report to Rome for Climax Control at The Colosseum. When the plane finally landed, the two of them gathered their bags and descended down the flight of stairs to the ground below. Once her feet were firmly planted back on earth, she looked around in an attempt to find any kind of identifying feature that would give her a clue to their location. The fact that every sign that the two of them passed as they moved through the small airport was in a language that she couldn’t read wasn’t any more reassuring than Oliver’s avoidance of the subject. As they made their way through the front doors of the airport to a line of cars waiting to pick up passengers, Oliver ran out and stuck his head into the window of one of them before saying something Eiley didn’t understand. Apparently he came to some kind of agreement with the driver because he tossed his bag through the passenger side window, and then opened the back door for Eiley to get in. She didn’t move.

•EILEY• “Where even are we?”

She looks to Oliver, hoping for some sort of answer but when she only gets a shrug and a more impatient motion to get into the car. Realizing that she doesn’t have much room to argue with him, she concedes and hands him her bag before sliding into the back seat.

•EILEY• “You know that this could be considered kidnapping, right?”

She wasn’t sure that it could since she willingly got on the plane and now into the car.  Technically nobody was forcing her to do any of it, but that didn’t change how the situation felt. She frowns again when he plops down beside her in the seat and closes the door. When the car takes off  without a  response from him she decides to finally press a little harder about it.

•EILEY• “I don’t even get a hint? Or did you forget how to talk to me?”

She gets a small smile of sorts from him and he sighs, but doesn’t offer any kind of explanation. It should have annoyed her, but it didn’t. The whole situation should have been a gigantic red flag, but for some reason, it wasn’t. She thought if she ever found herself in a situation like this one, she would try and run for her life to get away from the person. However, not only did she not feel the urge to flee, part of her didn’t want to spend any time away from him. She had gotten used to sharing a bed with him, albeit platonically thus far. They had even survived sharing the smallest space imaginable together for over a week. Deep down she was thankful for wherever it was they were going, because they were going together. The worst part of stepping off of the boat had been the realization that they were both going to be leaving that small bubble that they had made their own. It was safe there.

•EILEY• “Are we even in the United States?”

She assumed as much because nothing that they had passed in the airport or so far in the car looked even the smallest bit familiar to her.  Other than a few words here and there, she couldn’t read any of the signs. She caught a glimpse of the driver looking back at them through the rearview mirror with worry on his face that maybe he was becoming an accomplice to a kidnapping. For some reason, it was reassuring to her to know that he understood them at the very least.

•EILEY• “ Can you at least tell me what side of the world we are on?”

Oliver maintained his amused silence for the entire ride, not that it had taken very long. From the point that we left the airfield, we were basically on the highway for fifteen minutes before the car came quickly to a halt. Eiley did her best to keep track of how far they went and in which direction as a passive self-preservation trick that she taught herself for her dates. She guessed that they couldn’t have been in the car any longer than twenty minutes before it came to a stop outside of a large apartment building. Oz reached up and handed the driver a stack of bills that definitely weren’t the currency she was used to seeing, and then got out of the backseat. He managed to grab both of their bags through the window of the vehicle in the time it took her to slide out of the backseat, and simply shouldered both of them instead of giving hers back to her.

•EILEY• “Still nothing?”

He smiled again, and shrugged his shoulders. Wordlessly, he led her through the lobby of the building. Neither the doorman, nor the woman sitting behind the desk said a word to them as they passed through like they had been there their whole lives. They stepped into an open elevator and Oliver pressed one of the buttons without appearing to have to think about it at all. By the time that the doors shut in front of them and the elevator started to rise, Eiley’s curiosity was boiling over.

•EILEY• “You’re going to have to say something eventually, so you can just tell me now…”

Despite her pleas, they stood in silence until the chime signaled that they had reached their floor. When the doors opened, Oliver led her down the hallway, and passed only a couple of doors before he pulled out a set of keys that she had never seen before. In their time together she had seen him handle an endless stream of hotel keycards, watched him use credit cards that he had definitely stolen, and she had even ridden around in cars that she knew there was no way he could afford. However, the most out of place thing she had ever seen him do was produce something as normal as a set of keys. When he put them in the door and unlocked it, she was dumbfounded.

•EILEY• “Not breaking in for once?”

He opened and walked through the door without actually answering the question. She followed him into the furnished apartment, and watched as he hung the keys on a hook near the door. He dropped the bags onto the couch at the end of the hallway without breaking his stride and then went to work adjusting the sliders for all of the lights in the main room. Most importantly, he was doing it all as if it had been his everyday routine for his whole life. There was no hesitation or pause to any of it. He moved from task to task with the kind of ease that one only had at home.

•EILEY• “You LIVE here?!?!”

Oliver stopped in his tracks and seemed legitimately confused by the question. It was a good sign after what felt like an excruciatingly long time stonewalling her.

○OZ○  “Why are you surprised? Everyone lives somewhere.”

It was such a shitty and condescending answer. She knew that he knew what she meant. For the entire time that they had known each other, the commonality was the fact that neither of them had a place to call home. In their early teenage years they had popped from place to place. When they were working together in Hawaii, he had been adamant about not being caught in one place for too long because it drew attention. Since then, the two of them had been on the road with Sin City, or bouncing back and forth between Jet City and Mikah’s gym in Hawaii. In her mind, not only did he not have a home, neither of them really had time for one anyways. That whole worldview got flipped on its head the moment that he started moving around the apartment so freely.

•EILEY• “You’re the one always talking about it being dangerous to ever be in one place too long. Yet…”

She motions to the room around them still waiting for some kind of better explanation.

○OZ○  “When you’re stealing stuff from people, it’s best that they don’t ever have any idea where you are…”

It was the same spiel that she had heard so many times before and she was even able to mouth the words with him as he said them. She could tell that he didn’t appreciate her mocking him though, because his tone changed a little bit when he kept going past the words she knew.

○OZ○  “...so you never take anybody home.”

He looked around the room, and then back at her.

○OZ○  “That’s what this is. This isn’t supposed to be a place for everyone else. It’s a place for me, and a place that nobody is ever going to find me, because nobody even knows to look here. I figured it was a good spot for us to escape to. We kind of earned it, ya know? We’re champions.”

He tried to leave it there, but there were still the other underlying reasons that the two of them might want to lay low that went almost without saying. For the sake of keeping things focused on the fact that he had successfully hidden all of this information from her for so long, he didn’t actively bring up the cloud hanging over her head.

○OZ○  “Just a few days away from it all to decompress, ya know?”
 
The sentiment wasn't lost on her at all, but she didn't want to press it, especially after being slightly reminded of needing to get away and why. It was almost like her curiosity had pushed the other thing to the back of her mind and it was almost irrelevant. In the absence of that anxiety, everything else came back, crashing into her like a wave. She nods her head as she looks around but doesn't really move from her spot.

•EILEY• "It's nice that you have a place like this…"

She says the words quietly and almost hesitantly as if it wasn't right to say them. It was something about saying them that she thought might make everything just disappear.

•EILEY• "Everybody should have a place to call home."

[color=#928BAO]She had wanted a home as a child but instead, had been bounced around from foster home to foster home. And then the past few months, she had been hiding from Dean and had been grateful that she hadn't had a place to call home. She runs her fingers through her hair before looking at him, studying him for a moment or two.[/color]

•EILEY• "Thank you…for bringing me here. You really didn't have to…and you still don't have to deal with…"

She hesitates, not sure how to word it. She had watched her phone like a hawk after the Dean incident, terrified that Dean's body would have washed up on shore somewhere. Or that somebody had seen something and reported it to law enforcement.

•EILEY• "My mess with Dean."

She never had anybody to rely on or go to for help as for the most part, it had just been her. This was new territory for her. What made it even stranger, was that Oliver was not typically the type of person that would go out on a limb like this. He was the same person that had sold out Jaycee. She had never seen him do a single thing without knowing that there was something to gain from it. It was a pleasant break from their usual reality.

○OZ○  “Your mess is my mess. We’re friends. We were in the same room. We were partners on the show.”

It was nice to know that despite his selfish nature, he was still somehow able to put himself aside to have her back. She was about to respond with some platitude about how much it meant to her, but he cut her off and took his point a step further.

○OZ○  “You know… it’s kind of funny. That room was so small, and we had so many signings, events to attend, and then training for the actual show, that I am not sure we were ever out of each other’s sight the whole time we were on the boat. If anything weird happened, it couldn’t have had anything to do with us.”

His eyes didn’t leave hers, and he said the words in such a casual nature that she wouldn’t have seen through them if she didn’t know for a fact that every one of them was a lie. That wasn’t the point though. It was simply his way of telling her the same thing that he would tell absolutely anyone else that asked. But he wasn’t done. He pressed one of the buttons on the panel that controlled the lights, and the blinds on the far side of the room parted. He motioned for her to join him by the window so that she could see the lights of the parties going on down below. Just a block from the skyscraping apartment building was a pier where the nightlife appeared to be in full swing. The beach surrounding it didn’t look any different than the beaches that she had been accustomed to her whole life.

○OZ○  “...and it’s not like we ran away to some kind of dark hole in the world. We just won the Mixed Tag Team Championships; our first ever championships I might add. We weren’t running away from anything, we were running to something: a vacation. We’re just celebrating, Barcelona style.”

She couldn’t tell if he was avoiding everything with Dean like he had been all of her questions during their trip here because it made him uncomfortable, or because he was still just treating her with kid gloves. She had a feeling that if it was anything other than the latter, he wouldn’t have brought her here. For someone like Oz, having a place like this was probably his most closely guarded secret. This was his escape, and his safe place, and he had brought her into it. That didn’t sound like someone who was avoiding a problem. It sounded like someone trying to protect someone from a problem.

•EILEY• "...."

She had opened her mouth to say something or anything but no words would come out. She didn't know how to say what she wanted to say without it being too much and she didn't want to ruin everything he had just said. However,  she also didn't know how to exist in a world where she didn't have to be running away from Dean; or hiding from him, in better terms.

•EILEY• "I am not sure I remember how to not run away from things."

Surprisingly, she admits it out loud. The words came out slowly, and almost hesitantly, as if it would make reality crash down around her. The fact was, she wasn’t good at this kind of thing, and that is why she avoided it. If there weren’t people around that she let get close to her, she didn’t have to deal with the traumatic experiences that haunted her. For that reason, she didn't keep friends, and to be honest, Oliver had lasted longer than anybody else in her life. Dean popped back into her life, but she didn’t want him around. She never had,  but for some sick reason he had wanted to be around her. There was always something to run from, yet Oliver was telling her that this place was not for running.  This was a place for staying, and a place where she could simply exist.

•EILEY•  "I've been running from Dean since…London."

It was another shocking admission, and something she hadn’t admitted to anybody, not even herself. She had kept that locked away and repressed with the hope that one day it would just go away even though that had never worked with any of the things she had bottled up in the past.

•EILEY• "It would be nice to just… live."

She gives him a half smile as she looks at him before averting her eyes back to the window. She lets her eyes scan over the nightlife of Barcelona and she tries her best to relax. The two of them didn’t actually make it down to partake in any of the night time adventures that first night. Instead, Oz was more than happy to give her the grand tour of his home. Despite all of the negativity that hung over them, it wasn’t actually the worst way to spend an evening. They had an entire city of things to explore, and more than enough time to do anything that they wanted. It didn’t seem like either of them were anxious to leave their new shared space though, and not even just because it was much bigger than the last.



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Location: Rome, Italy → Barcelona, Spain.
Date: Sunday, July 16, 2023 & Monday, July 17, 2023.
 

The Climax Control in Rome had been nothing too exciting but she and Oliver had done their thing and she was ready to dip out and go back to Oliver’s place to hide out. Or maybe it was because she enjoyed spending her time with Oliver and not having to share it with the world. She was glad that neither she nor Oliver had been booked in a match and got their little celebration thing out of the way so that they could return to Barcelona with no hesitation and it wasn’t going to be that long of a flight back to Barcelona and it could be almost like they never really left.

Eiley was in the bathroom in their locker room, making sure she had everything packed back into her bag and made sure to wash her hands after using the bathroom. She was not sure where Oliver was but she was assuming he was in the main part of the room, making sure his things were in his own bag. She looks into the mirror and fixes her hair before sighing and going to open the bathroom door. She frowns a little bit as it seems a bit jammed and can’t get it open.

•EILEY• “What the…”

She checks the lock on the door and can see that it was not locked but for some reason, the door was sticking. She frowns and pushes on it again but it wouldn’t budge. She was trying her best not to panic, but she could feel it settling in the pit of her stomach as she tries to pull next, but it didn’t seem to matter either, the door was not budging. She can feel her heart start to race a little bit as she pushes again, a little more frantically than before. She was trying her best not to let her memory go back but it was becoming harder and harder to do so as the last time she had been stuck in a bathroom was when Dean had locked her in one in London, in April.

•EILEY• “Hello!? Olly?”

She bangs on the door with her hand, trying to get the attention from somebody and could only hope that Oliver was in the main area of their locker room. She begins pounding her fists on the door, trying to make as much noise as she can as her heart begins to race and the panic attack sets in.

•EILEY• “Oz?! Oliver?!”

She could feel her breathing becoming slightly ragged as she tries again to open the door, not sure why it was stuck. Or what was stopping her from opening the door. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath and work on her breathing, even though she really didn’t know many breathing techniques. It seems like forever goes by before the door is finally opened from the outside. Eiley opens her eyes to see Oliver standing there and she gives him a slightly embarrassed look as she could feel the panicky feeling still there and her heart still racing inside of her chest.

•EILEY• “Sorry….the door wouldn’t open…”

It was a lame excuse and it made her feel like a child that she had reacted in that way. She had originally thought she had put what happened in London behind her, but apparently things could trigger her mind and it would send her right back to that moment. She could still feel her heart racing as she grabs her things, her hands a little shaky from the panicky feeling as she avoids Oliver’s eyes for the time being, the embarrassed feeling still setting in.

•EILEY• “Are we ready to go back to Barcelona?”

She was quick to try to change the subject and get the attention off of her at the moment. And she would try to keep it off of her while her heart went back to its normal rhythm. She knew that eventually she would have to tell him something but at the moment, she wanted to delay the inevitable as much as she possibly could. She is grateful that he doesn’t press the matter and they both grab their things to leave the arena, ready to get out of Italy.

→THE NEXT DAY IN BARCELONA←

The weather in Barcelona had been pretty good while they had been in the city and Eiley was enjoying that there was nobody other than Oliver that she knew. She knew that she realistically didn’t have to look over her shoulder every five seconds to see if Dean was there. Because most likely, Dean was dead and in the middle of the ocean and his body quite possibly may have been eaten by sharks. Or at least, it was kind of what Eiley was hoping for in the long run.

The two of them had gotten back to Barcelona late the evening before and Eiley was grateful that Oz had not mentioned the little freakout she’d had in their locker room. If she was honest with herself, she was embarrassed that she had reacted in that fashion. But her mind had taken her right back to that dingy bathroom in London that Dean had locked her in while he was out. It was at least better in the bathroom of the dingy hostel than it had been in the bedroom area, but still, it elicited a horrible trauma response from her and she was not proud of the moment. And now the two of them sat outside in a restaurant’s outdoor seating, looking at a menu to try to decide what they wanted to eat. Eventually, they both order off of hte menu and the waiter goes away to put their orders in.
 
•EILEY• “Too many options.”

She wasn’t sure what she ordered was going to be too good but she figured it couldn’t be worse than some of the food she had encountered in dirtier, cheap restaurants.

•EILEY• “So…do you like Barcelona?”

She didn’t know why she had even asked that as they had been here nearly two weeks before the Climax Control in Rome. Eiley closes her eyes and shakes her head to herself.

•EILEY• “That was a dumb question. Do not answer that. What I mean, is that you seem more at peace here. Or at least, you have in the past two weeks.”

She had observed him while they had been here and she noticed that there was something different about him, but in a good way. And she liked it and liked the way he was in Barcelona compared to the way he had been in Hawaii over a year and a half ago.

•EILEY• “It suits you.”

She raises her glass of white wine up to her lips and takes a drink.

○OZ○ “It serves its purpose…”

It was an unintentionally vague answer. To Oz, there was no other way to explain it, but he realized that the words sounded ominous on their own.

○OZ○  “Sin City doesn't know about this place. Neither do any of the people I have worked with in the past. And I haven't ever done anything wrong here. I almost don't exist when I am here. It's that feeling that I like.”

She is quiet as she thinks about what he was saying. It made sense and she wanted to not exist for once in her life. But instead, she seemed to create problems wherever she went.
 
•EILEY• “Not existing sounds nice. It sounds like a better alternative than…”

She doesn't finish her sentence as she looks down for a moment. She didn't want to explore it but she knew that she couldn’t hide it from him forever. But she honestly didn't think it was that bad. Minus the minor freak out in the locker room bathroom, it had been manageable.
 
•EILEY• “I appreciate you sharing your little corner of the world with me. You didn't have to.”

She had probably told him that at least five times a day over the past two weeks. She never wanted to be a burden to him because she had always felt like a burden to every foster family she lived with.

○OZ○  “Given everything that you have told me about, and everything else that you've kept to yourself, it seemed like you could use the time away to decompress.”

Granted, there was something selfish about his actions. He couldn't very well have Eiley implode while they were the Sin City Mixed Tag Team Champions. Also, she was the only person not bothered by this presence. It was beneficial to have a partner in crime.

○OZ○ “Most people haven't had as rough of a life, or even as rough of the last few months as you have. Just trying to look out for you and be someone to talk to.”

Even if he never expected to be in the situation she was in due to Dean, it didn't change things. They were stuck with one another regardless of how rocky things got. She goes quiet again as she thinks about what he was saying and she continues to look down at the table or her phone, trying to decide which was more interesting. There were things that she hadn’t told anybody, including Oz. There had been horrors in her life living in foster homes and she’d had an attitude all throughout her teenage years, which caused a lot of contention between her and Oliver as teenagers; she hadn’t been particularly nice to him and often lashed out at him because of her living situations.
 
•EILEY• “Maybe not.”

She was not used to people looking out for her, realistically as she always had to look out for herself. There hadn’t ever been one person that she had felt too comfortable around until Oliver and it was still sort of weird to her.
 
•EILEY• “I never thought….that it would be like this for us. Especially when we were teenagers and my life was a living hell. And Dean…that’s a mess. A bigger mess than you probably even realize or know about.”

There was a part of her that wanted to tell him but there was also a part of her that was terrified to talk about it out loud. Then it would be real and somebody other than herself would know about it. She takes another drink of her white wine before looking at her phone as Oliver takes a drink from his wine glass, just a fan snaps their picture, unbeknownst to them.



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Location: Amman, Jordan
Date: Friday, July 21, 2023


”In just a matter of days, it will be my first match since Summer XXXtreme when Oll-Oz and I won the Mixed Tag Team Championships, much to pretty much everybody’s dismay. Oz and I were not the team that hardly anybody had picked to win because according to them, we haven’t paid our dues and we’re too new to the scene; too fresh. But here we are, the champions and there’s nothing that anybody can do about it until they challenge us for the championships. Which is where Sunday is going to lead us to….I face off against Samantha Marlowe in a one on one match in preparation for the match that Oz and I will have against her and her partner, Ben Jordan at Violent Conduct.

That’s not what I am going to focus on at the moment because that’s not what is going to be happening in two days at Climax Control. Instead, it will be Sam and I facing one another with Oz in my corner and Ben in hers. It is going to be the match that sets the tone over the next few weeks that will be leading up to Violent Conduct. And it’s only fitting that I go first.

Compared to Sam Marlowe, I’m a rookie. But what a lot of people do not realize about Sam Marlowe is that she is [u[not[/u] consistent or reliable as a competitor in SCW. Is that harsh for somebody who is as new to the scene as me? Probably but I really do not give a fuck. Sam Marlowe disappears at any given moment when it comes to SCW and comes back to try to be relevant for a few months before disappearing again when she realizes that nobody cares about her or her boring personality. The only interesting thing about her is that she’s friends with SCW’s nicest superstar, Ben Jordan. And if you ask me, there’s probably something a little more there but that’s just me speculating on what I’ve seen and what I’ve heard about happening in the history of SCW. Ben Jordan is the nicest guy on the roster that’s chosen the most boring Bombshell in the history of SCW as his tag team partner.

Her record on paper might make her look impressive to the naked eye because she is technically a decorated performer in SCW. She’s held championships and is even know for knocking Mikah off of her championship reign when Mikah was considered to be the best at the time. But Sam had paled in comparison to Mikah when it comes to Sam’s reign as Bombshell Champion especially when she lost her first reign to Mercedes Vargas who is mid at best. She has never claimed to be the best but that’s because she knows that her claim would be false as she is nowhere near the best. Sam, if anything is mid at best as well.

This is not me saying that going up against Sam is going to be a walk in the park because I’m well aware that she knows what to do in a wrestling ring. There is no doubt about that. But what I am saying is that she’s just the average Jane when it comes to her character. She’s too nice and most people like her but that’s only because they think that they’re supposed to like her. And the support from Ben Jordan simply doesn’t hurt, either. But really, what more is there when it comes to Sam Marlowe? Because I really cant figure out the appeal she brings to the table, other than a few cheers from the marks in the crowd. It’s not like she’s exciting to watch or even consistent with her employment here in SCW. And sure, she’s nice but being nice is overrated and I’d much rather be hated for something I am than cheered and loved for something I am not. I fully believe that Sam Marlowe is not as nice as she leads everybody to believe. I have never met a person in my life that is that nice because they want to be. Most people who are that nice have an ulterior motive but for the life of me, I cannot figure out what her ulterior motive would be, if she were to have one.

I get a lot of flack because I am trained by Mikah, who for some reason does not seem to get the same level of respect that other Hall of Fame Bombshells get. I get that I have big shoes to fill but that’s not why I get flack. Take the current Bombshell Champion, Court for example. She has this notion that Mikah’s only leading me to fail and does not want to see me succeed because she believes that Mikah is a horrible human being and a horrible trainer. And maybe to Court, Mikah was not a good trainer, I don’t know because I wasn’t around. But Mikah’s done her best to be supportive of my young career, even while hiding a huge chunk of her life from her gym and from the SCW universe. She has done the best she can with training me and when she found out she was pregnant, she made sure that Kendall James could train me just as well and then she took on the portion of training me on how to cut a promo. Is this something that I think Sam Marlowe might touch upon? Possibly. I wouldn’t count it out because nearly everybody does and wants to discredit Mikah for everything she has done in the company. And maybe that is not going to be what Sam is going to say, I’m not a mind reader and I do not even know how Sam feels about Mikah as a competitor as Sam is very quiet and doesn’t really talk a bunch of shit.

Or maybe she will say that she was the one who dethroned Mikah’s legendary reign and therefore she could claim that she could beat me on Sunday. It’s a possibility that she could win on Sunday but it’s not going to be because she beat Mikah over seven and a half years ago. I am not Mikah in the ring and I am only aiming to be better than she was in SCW. It’s a hard pill for most people to swallow but if anybody’s going to be better than her, it’s going to be somebody who has been fully trained by her.

I am not saying that Sunday’s match is going to be easy but it’s not going to be as hard as the match at Summer XXXtreme was. It’s only going to be me and Sam in the ring and I do not not have to worry about two other Bombshells that might have the opportunity to stop me from making the pin. And I doubt that I have to worry about Ben Jordan’s presence at ringside because he does not strike me as the type to interfere in a women’s match and even if he tries, I fully trust Oz to take care of it. Because I trust in my partner just as much, if not more than you trust in Benny, Sam. And while you and Ben have known each other a long time, Oz and I have known each other for a long time as well and have been through some shit together. But we always come out on top.

And that’s what is going to happen when the four of us meet at Violent Conduct but that’s not Sunday. What is going to happen on Sunday is I’m going to get the best of Sam Marlowe and I’m going to win. I’m going to walk out of the arena on Sunday as the winner and with all of the leverage in mine and Oz’s corner. It’s not going to be a walk in the park but it’s going to be something that is going to happen and I’m going to do everything in my power to assure that it happens. Because I have no limits when it comes to winning and on Sunday, Sam, you’re going to find out why Oz and I are called limitless. And this is just going to be the beginning of what’s to come and I hope that you’re prepared. Because the clock is ticking down and there’s not much longer for you to have time to prepare.

This is just a precursor to future events, Sam, but it’s going to give you all the insight you need and after Sunday, you’re going to want to disappear again and go back to being irrelevant. But I know that you won’t do that because you do not want to disappoint Ben. But don’t worry, after Violent Conduct, you can slink off to your corner of the world and stay irrelevant. Because I’m going to prove on Sunday that I am better than you and I am going to prove why Oz and I are the champions by winning this match.

You can do all you can to fight it, Sam, and you can try your best on Sunday but I’m telling you now, it’s not going to be enough. You are not enough for Ben Jordan as a partner and you are not enough as a Bombshell either. You’re just mid and I’m already stirring up the water and bringing attention to the mixed tag division. And you’re struggling to stay relevant.

Nothing matters to me other than winning on Sunday, to prove that I have what it takes to be one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions and you’re just the tip of the iceberg, Sam. It’s nothing personal, but you’re going to accept defeat because there will be no other choice for you. Hope you’re doing the best you can to prepare because it’s almost over for you.

Tick tock.

Ciao.”

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Location: Kaneohe, Hawaii
Date:Thursday, May 25, 2023
 

While she had won her match against Ruby Steele and proved to those watching that she was the better protege of Mikah, she still didn’t feel any different than she had before the match. She had hoped that the win would have made her feel anything but numb, but unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case. It also didn’t help that she was gaining traction and garnering some attention to her and she could only imagine how that was going to blow up in her face in the future. But she was doing her best to try not to think about Dean and what had happened in London and she was doing her best at swallowing those emotions down and burying it under a lake of alcohol. She thought maybe the alcohol would help, but it hadn’t really done anything but make her feel even less than before. If that was even possible.

So here she sits in a bar in Kaneohe, Hawaii, trying to stay out of the limelight and to avoid nearly everybody but Mikah. And even some days she avoids her, knowing that the training regime that Mikah usually wanted Eiley to complete was intense, even if Mikah wasn’t the one training in the ring with her. And Kendall seemed to be just as good as Mikah and knew how to follow Mikah’s regime, which Eiley appreciated, even though she had wanted to train under Mikah but she understood that Mikah’s pregnancy threw a wrench into that plan. But Eiley had this coming week off from competing and she had no desire to leave the island for the mainland, even though she knew that Dean knew where she usually resided. But she hadn’t seen him since London and she was hopeful (as one could be) that he had given up on her.

She smiles at the bartender as he sets down another cherry coke and rum and she gratefully takes a drink from the glass through the small black straw.
 
•-•Eiley “Thanks.”
 
The bar was nothing too special this time as Eiley wasn’t trying to pull a scheme as she was taking the night off from that lifestyle. She didn’t want to be somebody she wasn’t for some rich tool that she did not really care about. It was another reason she was sporting a simple orange dress that was pretty much skin tight. It was not something she would wear to impress a man and it was more comfortable than she thought it would be.
 
○-○Oz “You’re looking aggressively mediocre. Not working?”

He basically threw himself down onto the barstool, with his back against the bar. He turned just far enough to set his empty glass down and motion to the bartender for another. From the look of him, he had been there for a while. That probably wasn’t the best idea for someone with a recent head wound, although nobody ever accused Oz of being the most intelligent.

•-•Eiley “I’d rather look mediocre than be mediocre like you.”
 
She doesn’t even look at him, not really giving him the attention that she believes that he wants. Instead, she focuses on the television in front of her that was playing some random game that she didn’t care about. She didn’t care to see his reaction or care to try to see if he cared about anything. She didn’t care at the moment anyways; her drink was much more important than him. She did not even care that he had chosen to walk over and sit next to her, she could ignore him just the same as if he was across the bar instead; it was the easy thing about distancing oneself from people in general.

•-•Eiley “But please, sit down. Your presence is so obviously wanted.”

She rolls her eyes in sheer irritation as she watches the bartender give him his drink of choice and she rolls her eyes again for good measure. She was not even sure why he was sitting this close to her at the moment and she had hoped she had picked an inconspicuous bar to lay low in. Apparently not.
 
○-○Oz “Mediocre? Please. All you’ve done is beat the lesser Pierce. Or lesser Steele. Both? Doesn’t matter….”

He wasn’t one to give anyone any credit, whether they deserved it or not. Although, she had gotten mostly positive feedback on each of her matches, while Oz ended the majority of his interactions in the ring on his back win or lose. It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving guy either. He had earned the beating he got from Kris. Austin James Mercer was another story, but Oz did more than his fair share of insulting him before their match. If anything he had been learning not to run his mouth like he did in his normal life.

○-○Oz “That’s why you’re clearly going to need someone like me. All I do is win, even if it’s ugly. People like you. I have the talent. Put us together, everyone wins.”

He took a long drink from his glass, emptying nearly half of it. As upbeat as he was trying to make himself sound, she could tell that he wasn’t the happiest about how his first few weeks in Sin City as a solo act had gone. After all, it had been bad enough for him to come running to her for a team up. She is quiet for a while, trying her best to ignore his presence and sips on her drink and orders another one once the glass is empty. She glances at him before sighing and reaching over as he goes to take another drink and she taps the bottom of the glass toward him, making it spill down the front of him.

•-•Eiley “I think it’s you that needs my talent, Olly; I’ve not made any enemies when it comes to SCW. Yet.”
 
She was quick to add the yet as she knows that her career is still young and there’s always that chance that she could fuck everything up and make enemies. But probably not to the extent that Oz had done.

•-•Eiley “At least I haven’t gotten my ass handed to me because I fucked over the wrong people. Or person, should I say?”

She just gives him a look before turning her attention back away from him as she tries once again to ignore his presence next to her. It was proving, however, to be extremely hard even if he wasn’t talking and she did not want to admit anything else to him. He finishes his drink and sets the glass on the bar before ever trying to pat himself dry. It wasn’t the first time that he had ended up wearing a drink during an outing. He usually tried to take it as a compliment.
 
○-○Oz “Sure, some people are going to get all hung up on that. Just like people are going to give you more credit than you deserve because you’re nice to look at.”

He laughed, and then spun around on his stool so that he could track down the bartender for another drink.

○-○Oz “You could have the personality of a bag of bricks, and they would still give you the time to go out in front of the crowd. I mean, at least for a few months. Think about it. That is what made all of our schemes work out. You’re great at drawing attention. Not much needed below the surface.”

She was trying not to let his words sink in as she notices that he was pretty much making himself at home next to her at the bar. She gives him a look.

•-•Eiley “You do know that you contradict yourself. In one sentence you’re telling me that I look mediocre and in the next, you’re telling me I’m nice to look at. It’s hard to believe anything that comes out of your mouth, Olly.”
 
She points it out but she wasn’t too bothered by those comments as it was pretty typical of him as it was usually a part of their normal, every day banter. Or every day banter if they were to talk every day. She wasn't sure if they didn’t because of her choosing to distance herself from everybody, on his end, or a mix of both. And most of the time, she didn’t have the energy to think about it.

•-•Eiley “Is anybody other than yourself giving you praise, Olly? Because last I checked, management was told by the best to give me a contract. I do not believe that you have those same bragging rights. However, you can brag that you got your pretty face all busted up by a Hall of Famer.”
 
She scrunches her nose up at him before thanking the bartender once more as she grabs her drink and takes a long drink from it, feeling the need to do so in order to deal with Oz.
 
○-○Oz “There is so much wrong with that. First, technically my face was busted up by a chair. And the  chair wielded by someone angry because they probably won’t make it to the Hall of Fame by their friends. Kris just made that possible for him. Without getting laid out earlier in the night, maybe I would have had something left to defend myself. I still won.”

He seemed frustrated at the fact that his new drink hadn’t come, despite the fact that the bar was fairly busy, and he wasn’t exactly taking his time drinking them. Although, if he had any respect for bartenders they probably wouldn’t have run into each other a year ago.

○-○Oz “And second…. I don’t think J2H would have been complimenting you if you were a dude. You lost. What good could he have seen in you, other than what you looked like standing across the ring. And you actually try to look nice out there… not like right now.”

It could have been the head wound, the drinking, or a combination of the both but Oz was being more hostile than normal. Maybe it was just that the comments were actually getting to him for once.

○-○Oz “...and that’s why you’re getting everything handed to you while I am getting beaten to a pulp.”

She is quiet for a moment, battling something inside of her own head for a moment as her eyes shift over to him for a moment before she takes a deep breath and attempts to push whatever it was back down. She takes another drink of her cherry coke and rum before setting the glass down.

•-•Eiley “As opposed to you where nobody sees anything good out of? Other than a human punching bag, of course.”
 
She glances at the door, feeling slightly jumpy but relaxes just a tiny bit as there didn’t seem to be anybody walking in that she would be remotely worried about. She looks back at Oz and gives him an annoyed look before watching the bartender mix up the drinks.

•-•Eiley “And you won on a technicality and I won by making Mrs. Pierce tap out, so therefore my win over Ruby Steele-Pierce is more legit than yours over whatshisname. And I have never been handed anything but a shitty hand in my life, Oliver and I have the scars to prove it.”
 
She does not elaborate as she sips her drink once more, letting the alcohol hit her bloodstream and wishing it would be quicker than it already was. There was a part of her that wishes she had stayed in Vegas as she seemed to be more invisible there and harder to find.

 ○-○Oz “Obviously you have to see something positive in me. I am not the one that starts drinking and leaving voicemails on your phone.”

It was a cheap shot considering that he had already taunted her with it at Climax Control. Though, if Oz thought that it was a button he could push, he was going to give it a shot.

○-○Oz “I know that you know I am right, even if you’d never admit it to my face. That’s more than enough for me. If I was so bad, you wouldn’t have agreed to team up in the first place.”

She clenches her jaw a little bit as he brings up the voicemail and she takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out as she looks at him. She was trying to mind her emotions the best that she could while she could also tell he wanted to get under her skin.

•-•Eiley “Maybe I felt bad for you, did you ever think of that?”
 
She gives him a look, trying to keep her voice even and her face void of all emotion. Sometimes, alcohol helped with that and other times it didn’t. This was one of those times where she couldn’t tell if alcohol was making it worse or helping it.

•-•Eiley “That voicemail…”
 
She hesitates, but only for a moment.

•-•Eiley “Was left when I was drunk, yes. But…I was also feeling different emotions than just being drunk. I’d had a great night with a better guy, so I was riding the high of that. Maybe it shouldn’t have been left, but it was. But it’s not all what you clearly want it to mean.”
 
Or at least, that’s what she was telling herself. The bartender finally returned with Oz’s drink, which pulled his attention, even if only for a moment. The annoyance written all over his face didn’t disappear once the drink was in his hand though.
 
○-○Oz “I thought it was pretty clear. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were just you feeling sorry for me though. You spend so much time feeling sorry for yourself that you’re probably pretty good at it by now.”

He took a drink from the glass, and kept his eyes focused on the screen straight ahead. She looks at him, narrowing her eyes at him before tucking her hair behind her ears.

•-•Eiley “I’m surprised that you could think that far. But you know what I wouldn’t be surprised about?”
 
She looks at him, her eyes locked on him as she contemplates whether or not she wants to say the thought running through her mind. She knew once it was out there, it couldn’t be taken back and she was not sure if it would be a low blow or if it would affect him or not.

•-•Eiley “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d sell me out to…somebody just as you had them. You’ve already said in  so many words that you could do better without me.”
 
She just shrugs her shoulders at him as she grabs her drink and finishes it off and sets it on the bartop. She had to stop herself from spilling out Dean’s name as she hadn’t wanted to bring any other attention to her history. Or theirs? She wasn’t sure what it could be considered.
 
○-○Oz “That’d be pretty hard. Jaycee was easy to sell out because someone out there actually gave a shit where he was and what he was up to. Wouldn’t be the same for you.”

All of the words came out colder than what she was used to hearing from him. He was typically abrasive, but now it seemed like he was actively trying to be mean. Clearly she had struck a nerve by bringing up Jaycee. She wasn’t exactly sure on the details of how that all played out, but she knew that it hadn’t ended up good for Oz even if he somehow got to walk away from it.

○-○Oz “...not that I can complain. Since nobody else gives a shit, when I asked you to do the mixed tag thing you jumped right on the opportunity. Whether it was whatever feelings you have, you feeling sorry for me, or me being right doesn’t matter. It still worked out for me.”

She doesn’t say anything as she gets lost in her mind for a moment or two as she could only wish that was the case. But she just takes a deep breath.

•-•Eiley “Right.”
 
She couldn’t help but let the words get to her as she looked at him and she stood up, balancing herself on her own two feet as she looks at him. For the most part, her face remains emotionless and the emotion does not reach her eyes as she looks at him. She shakes her head at him as she grabs some money out of the side of her dress and throws it on the bartop.
 
•-•Eiley “Maybe it would be better if you found somebody who actually gives a shit then. Because I don’t, not anymore. Have a nice fucking night, Oliver.”
 
She doesn’t wait for a response as she walks out of the bar in a slightly hurried fashion. She didn’t want to give him enough time to follow her or stop her to try to get the last word in. She sighs as she walks along the road in the direction of Mikah’s Kaneohe house that she let Eiley stay in since she’d moved to Kailua.



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Location: Kaneohe, Hawaii.
Date: Friday, June 2, 2023


“There’s never a better time to start something new other than when you’re already experiencing a high like no other.”

Eiley appears in view in front of the ocean, standing on the beach.

“I’ve experienced so much success since I signed my contract with Sin City Wrestling that I thought about ways that I could capitalize on that success. And that is the smart thing to do; everybody should aspire to be successful in whatever they do in their life and if we’re being honest, it’s human nature. However, some human beings do not have the drive it takes to be successful if it does not happen right away. And I can tell that there are some of those people in SCW already and I’ve only been around a short amount of time. It’s a shame, really.”

The wind blows her blonde locks around her face just a little bit and she glances behind her at the ocean before turning back to face the camera.

“There are many ways that people can measure success and people have different versions of success. But my version is the best.”

She lets a smirk roll off of her face with ease, not worried about the confidence now.

“Because I’m the best student that has been trained by Mikah.”

She knew that it was a bold statement, considering that Courtney Pierce was also trained by Mikah and was now the SCW Bombshell Champion. But Eiley would cross that bridge when she needed to.

“Is that bold to say? Probably and our current Bombshell Champion might disagree but right now? She’s not relevant at the moment because my success is not the same as hers and it will be vastly different. This time my success will be linked with my partner, Oz’s success.”

A slight blank look passes through her eyes but she is quick to change it to a half smirk.

“He’s currently being trained by Kris Ryans, who everybody now knows is alive and well. And who is Kris Ryans? Well, he’s a SCW Hall of Famer and recognized as one of the best in the business in SCW. His name holds a lot of respect in the halls of SCW, so therefore him being willing to train Oz must mean something in regards to what the higher ups see in Oz. Or maybe our opponents will see it as the higher ups putting their trust in the wrong person. But the fact remains that Oz and I as a team?”

She smirks once more, her eyes focused on the camera.

“Are going to be the next unbeatable team. Just like Mikah and Kris were in their second run. Where the higher ups had to shelve the mixed tag team championships because everybody was too scared to step up to the plate to face them. Because they knew that if they did go up against Mikah and Kris, they would lose. And that’s just what our opponents on Sunday are going to feel when they step into the ring with us.”

The confidence that her statement held reaches her eyes this time, which was definitely different than her first two or three promos.

“And their level of success is the level of success that Oz and I are going to have. I would say that is a bold statement but if it’s the truth, is it really all that bold? I also understand a lot of people have a hard time swallowing the truth and accepting what is. But there is not anything that either Alexandra or Miles can do about it.”

A simple shrug of her shoulders is followed by a smile as she thinks about the upcoming match and their opponents.

“You know what else that they can’t do anything about?”

She pauses for dramatic or theatric effect, whichever you the reader prefers.

“The fact that Oz and I are already better than they are. And this isn’t me being cocky, this is me stating facts. Facts that shouldn’t be overlooked. I will hang my hat on the fact that J2H endorsed me as a competitor. That is not something that either Miles or Alexandra can say.”

She was going to run with that as long as she possibly could. And she wanted to make sure that he didn’t put his faith in the wrong competitor as she wanted to prove that whatever he had seen in her, is actually there.

“Miles, I’m sure that you’re okay in the ring. After all, you had a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship at Into the Void. So you can’t be horrible in the ring and while Oz is new to the scene, I do believe that he has what it takes to beat you and to be better than you. Because I believe that he is better than you, even if he’s just starting his career out. You are just grasping for straws now, trying to find your way into a championship match once again at the huge show. But I’m not sorry to tell you that Oz and I are not going to be the ones to bend to your will because we want it more. And we will get what we want.”

She nods her head as she agrees with her own words.

“And your choice in picking a female for a tag team partner is definitely suspicious at best. You had the entire Bombshell roster to look at to try to find a tag-team partner for this opportunity to earn a spot in the fatal four way match, and you chose Alexandra Calaway as your partner. What I want to know is if you are clinically insane?”

She raises her eyebrows at the thought.

“Because who in their right fucking mind would pick Alexandra Calaway as their tag team partner. Miles, do you realize that you’ve basically chosen to lose before the match has even happened? You cemented your fate the second you agreed to this team.”

She just once again shrugs her shoulders as she looks at the camera.

“Alexandra Calaway has not won a match since she signed with SCW. She in all aspects is a loser in all definitions of the word. And does that make me sound like I am grade school? Probably, but is it the truth? Absolutely. You cannot sit here and call her a winner because she’s not. She has had no success here in SCW, not one little ounce of it. She’s nothing compared to me and what I already am in this company.”

The confidence she was showing was definitely something that she had gained in the past few weeks and it could be rivaled to Mikah’s or anybody else who had the same attitude as Mikah.

“I’m already more successful than you, Alexandra.”

She shifts her focus to Alexandra.

“While a lot of people would try to hype you up and encourage you to not give up, I’m going to be the opposite. You haven’t won a match here yet but on your resume on the SCW website, it says you have all these accolades from companies where you’ve previously worked and those accolades make it seem like you have at least tasted success before. But that brings up the question as to why you haven’t had any success in SCW as of yet? I’d like to think it’s because you are not as good as your resume states that you are. Because if you were as good as your resume states, you’d have won a match by now. You would not be this pathetic shell of what competitor should be.”

Another smirk crosses her face.

“Another reason that I think you’re not gaining any traction in SCW is that you went from a little kiddie pool, swimming with minnows to an ocean and swimming with sharks. The talent here is just that much better than the talent you’ve faced before in the companies you used to work in and you’re feeling miniscule in the grand scheme of things. And you should feel that way, because you’re not as good as you’d like everybody else to think you are.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“Up until now, I’ve never been one to toot my own horn, so to speak. I was the person that did not want that attention. I wanted to be in the dark, working in the shadows so that I could get by and not draw attention to myself. But you, Alexandra, it does not seem that you’re the same. You listed your accolades on your profile as if it’s such a good thing that you’ve been so many companies and you’ve accomplished such things there. But how does that pertain to SCW? Because your success in those companies does not translate into SCW.”

She grins at the camera as her eyes glint in arrogance.

“I don’t give a fuck what you did in your previous companies because your time in SCW has been lackluster. And it’s laughable that you think that you even have a chance to win on Sunday. It’s hilarious because you and Miles have absolutely no chance in beating us. You both are not better than Oz and I and there’s nothing that can be done so that you are. You can try all you want on Sunday and I really hope that the two of you do but you’re not going to be better than Oz and I.”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

“And speaking of Oz or Olly as I like to call him.”

She smirks to herself, knowing that Oz did not like her calling him Olly but she was still going to do it.

“We might not always get along or be on the best speaking terms. And I might want to watch him get pummeled every now and then…”

She smirks, knowing that the importance of her words would resonate more with Oz than anybody else.

“And it’s still probably going to be something that I might want to see, but it does not mean that he and aren’t going to be a good team. Because I already know how he and I are going to work together. We’ve been working together for a little over a year even if it hasn’t been wrestling related.”

She smirks to herself.

“Us as a team just makes sense; he’s already going somewhere here in SCW and I am also on the same route as he is. And while we are the most unlikely team in this tournament, we are going to be the team that makes it to the end and earns those belts. Because we know what we want and we know how to get it.”

The last sentence definitely had a double meaning that only Oz would understand. They both had similar backgrounds and she knew that he would understand.

“So, Miles and Alexandra, Sunday is only two sleeps away.”

She holds two fingers up and wiggles them.

“And that’s when your fate is going to be sealed as the team that lost to the team that’s going to win the championships at Summer XXXtreme. So you’re welcome for giving you something worth talking about.”

A smirk again crosses her face.

“Prepare the best you can. Or don’t, I really don’t give a fuck. All I care about is winning in two days time.”

She starts walking up the sand and the cameraman follows her. She glances at the sky before looking back at the camera.

“And I hope you’re ready to win, Oz. Because it’s going to happen on Sunday.”

She winks at the camera before looking down and then back at the camera, her signature smile on her face.

”Ciao.”

She continues to walk up the beach to the pavement as the scene fades to black.

Thursday, March 30, 2023-OFF CAMERA

The young blonde had rushed into her hotel room from the sliding glass doors, thankful that she was in a ground entry hotel room with that access. And that she had been smart enough to leave it unlocked earlier in the evening. The night had not gone as Eiley had wanted and now she was tasked with ridding her hands of the blood that was now coating them.

She had not expected him to have been in Barbados and she thought leaving California and the states would have eliminated the chance of running into him again. But he was in Barbados and had cornered her in his hotel room after coaxing her into the room under false pretenses. She hadn’t realized who it was and she had assumed it was one of the dates she had set up from earlier in the night to obtain more money. But when he showed up in the hotel room, she knew that it was not the guy she had originally booked.

Eiley: “Shit, shit, shit.”

She was trying not to panic, but she could feel that feeling rising up inside of her as she stares at the blood on her hands before looking down at the shirt she was wearing and seeing splotches of it on it as well She tears the shirt off, leaving her in her bra as she hurries into the bathroom and turns the shower on, making it as cold as it could go and as cold as she thought she could stand it. She doesn’t bother fully undressing any more as she gets into the shower, trying to scrub the blood out of the shirt and off of her skin, the cold water hitting her skin and her teeth start chattering as she scrubs her shirt, trying to get the blood out of the clothing.

Eiley: “What am I going to do?”

The chill of the water didn’t seem to bother her as she works the soap into the shirt before deciding that it was pointless and drops the garment to the bottom of the shower. She shivers as she slowly turns the temperature of the water up so she wasn’t shivering anymore.

FLASHBACK of sorts

March of 2018   

The amount of families that Eiley had  found herself in had started  to pile up and she couldn’t remember all of them. But she did know that the Clemsens had been one of the worst ones, if not the absolute worst. They had only wanted her in their house to get the money from the government; they hadn’t cared that she’d told them that their teenage son, who had almost been  eighteen years old at the time, had been peeping in on her when she changed and when she showered. They had just told her that she needed to be more careful when she changed and that she should lock the door to the bathroom when she showered. As if that hadn’t crossed her mind in the first place, he knew how to pick the lock to the bathroom.

She had only been with the Clemsens for about three months, but she had not been a fan of staying at their house if she could find somewhere else to crash for the night. Which is what had happened the night before when she had crashed some high school party as a freshman, and they hadn’t kicked her out. Instead, they had invited her in and showed her probably some of the most fun she’d had in her entire life. She’d crashed in one of the rooms on some couch and hadn’t been bothered for most of the night. But it was morning and she had to return to the Clemsen’s house, and she had figured it would have been safe as they would have been at church like the fake little God-loving family they had been at the time. They had never made her go with them because they really didn’t care much about her well-being and they liked to pretend that she didn’t exist.

She had been thankful that it had not been too long of a walk from the party house to the Clemsen’s house. She hadn’t wanted to spend what little cash she had on an Uber, and she hadn’t dared call her foster family for a ride. She had been perfectly capable of walking the short distance to the house. She had made her way through the party house and had noticed that there were several other people that were passed out on the floor and other surfaces that only teenagers could see as a bed. Or a place to sleep for one night only. There had been people at the party that she hadn’t known and some that she did know and didn’t like; it was a wild mixture of people and she wanted to get home to take a shower before the Clemsens arrived home.

The walk had only taken her roughly ten minutes before she had arrived in front of the simple house that the Clemsen family had lived in. She took a breath before she pulled out the key that they had given her, and she jogged up the front steps before she unlocked the door and let herself into the house. She locked the door behind her before going to the room that was considered to have been hers. It hadn’t been much if she was honest, but it had been more than what some previous foster homes had given her. It had a twin-sized bed, a dresser, and a small closet and that was really all she had needed. She didn’t require much, and she never wanted to seem like a bother to the family more than she felt she already was, anyways.

She had grabbed all of the things that she would need for a shower and slipped into the bathroom that was just down the hall. She flipped the lock into place before she started the shower and turned the temperature to as hot as she liked it before she undressed and stepped under the spray of water. She had always tried to take quick showers; wanting to be in and out before her pervy foster brother, Dean got a glimpse of her.

She had only been in the shower for roughly eight minutes when she had heard the door open to the bathroom and then heard whoever it was try to shut it soundlessly. She froze for a moment and weighed her options in her head.[/i]

Eiley: “Who’s there?”

The quiet still filled the bathroom and the running of the shower could only be heard. Eiley had felt her heart beating quickly in her chest as she slowly stepped away from the shower curtain.

Eiley: “This isn’t funny, Dean.”

She hadn’t liked the way the eerie feeling had filled her body as she could feel the intensity of the situation around her. Within seconds, the shower curtain had been yanked open and her foster brother, Dean Clemsen was standing there, a slimy smirk on his face. He had very obviously took his time in looking her naked body over and had made sure that he had kept her cornered in the shower.

Dean: “You know, for a person that nobody wants, you sure look good.”

Eiley glared at him and had tried to cover her body up so that he couldn’t look at her any more, but she’d had little hands and there had not been much she could do about it. Dean just laughed, the noise having sounded like a hyena of sorts.

Eiley: “Just leave me alone, Dean.”

Dean had just laughed at her as he had known that Eiley had held little to no power in his house. And he had expected to exploit it out of her.

Dean: “Or what, Eiley? Nobody’s ever going to believe an unwanted rat like you.”

She glared at him and even though she had wanted to not have let his words bother her, she couldn’t deny that they had stung just a little bit.

Eiley: “At least I can get laid on my own without the use of illegal drugs or sheer force.”

She was not supposed to have known about Dean’s issues and legal troubles he had once gotten into. But when they weren’t home, she had gone snooping in the father’s office and had found the documents about Dean’s discrepancies. And the amount of money his parents had paid off the alleged victims. She watched as his eyes darkened as he realized she knew what had gone on years or so ago.

Dean: “You little bitch.”

He lunged at her and she had let out a scream as he missed. She grabbed a bottle of body wash and threw it at him and hoped that it would deter him from trying again. It hadn’t mattered as she heard the front door open and she heard the voices of his parents. He glared at her before he spit at her.

Dean: “This isn’t over.”[/color]

END OF FLASHBACK of sorts

Even though she is currently standing in a hotel room’s shower and was supposed to have an unlimited supply of hot water, the water was starting to have a slight chill to it. She numbly reaches for the handle to the shower and turns the water off. She grabs one of the towels that were hanging on towel bar and wraps it around her body. She still was not sure what she was supposed to do and he wasn’t seriously injured but there had been a lot of blood. She only acted in self defense when he wouldn’t leave her alone and had kept trying to make advances on her, so she had hit him hard and his nose had busted and blood gushed everywhere.   She had never been a fan of blood and she could not for the life of her remember why; it was as if that memory was blocked as she was not allowed to retrieve it from the depths of her brain.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror as the water drips down from her hair and down her face. This week was supposed to be about her future, but all she is doing is trying to outrun her past. She wanted to spend the week in Barbados, looking for locations that the bosses might find interesting for her to film her promo but her past just wouldn’t let her outrun it.

Eiley: “This is never going to stop…”

She was tired of outrunning her past but she did not know how to handle Dean Clemsen now that he was a full fledged adult, years older than her and even though she was trained to the best of her abilities, she still couldn’t stand up to him. She had frozen in front of him in his hotel room as he had taunted her, cornering her against the wall and all of the fear had rolled into a ball in her stomach and she just reacted and ran.

She knows that she is currently an adult and could report him to the authorities but they had never believed her before, so why would they believe her now? She did not feel as if she was any more believable at the age of twenty-one than she had been at sixteen, almost seventeen. She hits the mirror hard with her left hand, breaking it and managing to slice her hand open. She doesn’t seem to mind the pain as it takes her mind off of her problem as she watches the blood drop down her hand and she just stands there before looking for the first aid kit that many hotel rooms had. She takes her time in cleaning the wound as her blood stains the towel a bright, crimson shade. She wraps her hand with the gauze and tape before looking at the washed out look color on her face.

Eiley: “Oliver.”

She had almost forgotten that he was in the same location that she was and probably even in the same hotel. She knew that whatever they were or weren’t, he would maybe help her. Even if she had to ignore the feelings, she did feel for him so she could not fall for him, she could not think about swallowing those down at the moment. She hurries up with her tape job before walking into the main area of her hotel room and rummages through her suitcase and throws on a pair of spandex Nike shorts that were more like volleyball shorts and an oversized tee, forgetting about a bra.

She runs her fingers through her soaking wet hair and grimaces before trying her best to use the towel to get the excess water out of it. She gives up before grabbing her hotel key card and leaving her room. She could not for the life of her remember what room Oliver had told her he was in when they had ran into one another before and had their usual interaction. She was not even sure that he would help her out or even remotely care but he was the only option she had.

She was not sure that he is on the same floor that she currently is but she moves through the hotel before deciding to go to the lobby and ask the receptionist. She knew that she would have to lie but she didn’t care. She hides her hotel key card in the side of her hidden spandex shorts as she makes her way down to the front desk, where a thirty-something old woman sits, looking through a gossip magazine. She rushes right up to the front desk and hits the top of it a few times, trying to get the woman’s attention.

Eiley: “I need the room of Oliver Zahn, please.”

The woman just barely looks up from her magazine to see the almost crazed look in Eiley’s eyes. She sighs in an audibly annoyed tone before typing in the name into her computer.

Front Desk Lady: “Room 805.”

Eiley was relieved that she hadn’t had to show ID or make up some ridiculous lie. She spits out a hurried thank you before turning and running right for the elevator and jams her thumb into the up button repeatedly until the doors open and she steps inside. She repeats the process with the number eight, jamming her thumb into it until the doors close and the elevator begins to move up. She tries to be still in the elevator shaft before sighing as it finally stops at the eighth floor and she barely waits for the doors to open before she squeezes through them and runs down the hallway and stops at room 805. She doesn’t even take a moment to breathe before she starts pounding on Oliver’s closed hotel room door.

Eiley: “Olly! Please open up….please.”

She didn’t care if she sounded frantic, she just wanted him to open the door. She continues to pound until he finally opens the door and she looks up into his eyes, a scared/terrified look in her own eyes.

Eiley: “I need your help…”

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Friday, March 31, 2023-ON CAMERA

“You know, Barbados was never a location that I thought I would ever step foot in. It was not even on my bucket list but when I was being trained almost exactly a year ago, with the intention of entering this tournament, my trainer told me that I had to be prepared for nearly anything. And that I had to make sure that I had a passport because the excuse of not having one was not going to get me out of this match.”

There was only the a step stool in the middle of a wrestling ring with the young woman sitting on it in a simple pair of jeans and the turquoise crop top that stated that Mikah was Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s favorite Bombshell.. No gimmicky location, even though she was told that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood enjoyed that type of thing. But Eiley didn’t have the energy to entertain the thought and she had spent the entire week running from her past.

“My debut has been almost a year in the works and my trainer, the greatest Bombshell of all time, knew that after she won the tournament last year, she was done with competition and that she wanted to spend her retirement in Hawaii. She didn’t get what she wanted out of winning the tournament and she had made her mind up that she was done. But she knew that leaving SCW without a protégé of sorts was not something she wanted to do. So, she set out and she found me.”

A smirk here, a smirk there.

“She didn’t want to leave the company with no promising new talent on the horizon, so here I am. The next greatest Bombshell of all time. Is that bold? Maybe, but it’s the truth. And Courtney Pierce can say that she was Mikah’s protégé but she’s not anymore because it’s me.”

Another smirk easily appears on the young girl’s face.

“And just who am I?”

A small pause.

“My name is Eiley and I’m the next Greatest Bombshell of All Time.”

If there was one thing Eiley was, it was confident; it was almost as if she had an on and off switch when it came to pushing things out of her mind.

“But do I think that this tournament is going to prove to everybody in the back that I’m the next greatest bombshell of all time?”

She makes a face before shrugging her shoulders.

“Probably not. Especially when I saw who Kain and I were booked against this week on Climax Control. Is this a negative mindset? Probably. But is it accurate? Even more so. Because J2H and Devona are hands down the favorite to win this tournament. Even as a rookie, I can tell you that. Just by the way the spoiled rich kid acts on Twitter but has the record to back up what he says.”

She wasn’t too fond of social media and purposely only posted pictures with weird captions on them for a reason.

“He could arguably be the greatest Superstar that Sin City Wrestling has ever seen. His record definitely states that he is. His personality is a little douchey, but with his money and resume, most people are quick to overlook his shitty personality.”

She shrugs her shoulders again. She didn’t really care about J2H because she didn’t have to step in the ring with him; that was Kain’s responsibility. She had to worry about Devona and she did not have faith in her own abilities to be able to take her down. And she didn’t even know much about her tag team partner other than he is a former SCW Heavyweight Champion, which should have been impressive, but it wasn’t really. That championship seemed to be passed around more than a baby at a holiday gathering.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck about J2H. He means absolutely nothing to me other than he’s a rich little brat who can get whatever he wants with a simple snap of his fingers. He never had to worry about where his next meal was coming from or if he was going to have a roof over his head. But that’s not the point, because I do not get to step into the ring against him. I however get the pleasure…”

A look crosses her face.

“In facing Devona.”

She doesn’t say anything at the moment, letting the silence fill the area.

“Do I know much about her? No, not really. What I do know, is that she has some substance to her name. I did do a little research on her and the little I could find, was just mid. And if I am going to guess, she’s going to boast about beating Mikah in 2017 for the Bombshell Internet Championship like it was something to be proud of. But it is the only thing that Devona can hang her hat on; otherwise she’s a flash in the skillet. And another part timer just like her partner, J2H.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“The most decent thing that I could find about her is that she beat Mikah for Bombshell Internet Championship in 2017. And when I called Mikah earlier this week when  I was doing my research to ask about it, Mikah laughed. She could barely get an answer out when I had to ask twice about her thoughts on Devona.”

A small frown cross Eiley’s eyes.

“Do you all want to know what she told me? Do you want to know what the greatest Bombshell of all time thinks? I know you all miss seeing her on your screen and I saw how there were some people wishing that she had thrown her name into the tournament this year, so don’t deny that you’re not curious about what her thoughts were.”

She rolls her eyes in mere irritation, a similar look that Mikah used to wear so well.

“She had nothing to say about Devona. That is how little she cares about how Devona beat her for the Bombshell Internet Championship in 2017. She stated she didn’t care then and she does not care now. She told me that she wanted to lose the championship at that time because she wanted the Bombshell Championship back. And guess what?”

Another smirk spreads across her face as she looks at the camera before simply pushing her hair out of her face.

“She did just that. So, I’m going to look at this match just like a stepping stone to what I desire to be next. Devona may be excellent in the ring and she is definitely more seasoned in the ring than I am. But she was not trained by the greatest bombshell of all time. I have been and I still am. She may be a GO gym graduate and whatever, but she is just mid. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Another shrug.

“Even if Kain and I do not win this weekend, my sights are still set high. I don’t want no stupid fucking consolation prize, I want the best. I want to be the fucking best.”

She had never aspired to be anything that brought attention to herself. But working with Mikah for nearly a year was helping her gain that arrogance that Mikah wore so well.

“And if this match isn’t going to give me what I fucking want in the end, I’ll fucking take it. Mikah told me that everybody else in this company just gets handed title shots like they’re giving out participation awards and that she was the only person that ever worked and earned her shot at the Bombshell Championship. So, why can’t I just be given what I want?”

She raises her eyebrows.

“It’s not my fault nor is it Kain’s fault that we got the hardest match in the opening rounds of this tournament. So I shouldn’t be fucking punished for the losing if it happens on Sunday. I should be given just as much credit as they would have given Mikah if the tables were reversed and she was sitting here. And just think, Kain could have had Mikah as his partner if she had been able—willing to participate in this tournament this year.”

She knew that at one point, Kain had been the SCW Heavyweight Champion while Mikah had been the SCW Bombshell Champion and their reigns had coincided with one another. She knew from stories that Mikah told that former SCW Heavyweight Champion and Hall of Famer, Kris Ryans would have deemed them as title married or title husband and wife, whichever terms it was.

“Is it impossible for Kain and I to win on Sunday? No, nothing’s impossible. But it’s going to be a fucking fight to the end. J2H and Devona might think that they’re going to have the win in the bag and that everything is going to be in their favor. But this isn’t the Hunger Games and we’re not in Las Vegas where the betting odds are in their favor.”

She shakes her head no.

“We’re in Barbados where weird shit happens. And while you may expect J2H and Devona to put a nail in the coffin and end the dream of becoming the SCW Bombshell Champion, it’s only the beginning of my career. And there’s nowhere I can really go but up, win or lose.”

It was true. There was nothing really holding her back from being able to succeed in the company and with Mikah trying her best to train her from Hawaii, she had all the right tools in her toolbox so to speak.

“But just a reminder, while I am trained by the greatest Bombshell of all time, I’m not her. I’m not the same and while you can expect some similarities, you should always expected the unexpected.”

She smirks again, the movement spreading across her face.

“Nothing else we can do but wait and see. And I hope everybody is ready to see the next greatest thing to happen to SCW. Because it’s going to happen, ready or not.”

She slides down off of the stool and another smirk crosses her face.

”Ciao”

She ended it exactly the way her mentor used to end her promos as she walks away, a smirk still playing on her face.