"I don't like it." Shane said as he shut the mini fridge in our shared hotel room and crossed over to join me on the sofa with a chilled Coors in hand.

"You don't like what?" I said with a smirk, knowing very well what it was that he was referring to. I glanced up from the screen of my laptop and gave him what I knew to be a coy smile. One that I'm sure drove him wild in more ways than one. I asked, "Aren't you the one who told me I should be willing to work a match every so often? I've been turning down match offers from Mark and Christian for months. This one comes along, I accept, and you're unhappy."

"You know what I mean." He said with a grumble to his resonating tones.

He gripped the cap of the beer bottle with one hand and with an expert twist, popped it off. He gave it a toss across the room and it went right into the waste basket without so much as touching the edges. Was there nothing this man couldn't do that would impress? He took a long pull from the beer before he went on.

He said, "It's not you being in a match. It's the match itself. Why team with another man?"

"Shane, you're talking as if it were my idea." I smiled. "It's not as if I could team with another chick. It's a mixed tag team tournament. Surely you know that that means a man and a woman on each team."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said. "But teaming with Jamie Staggs? That man is a dog when it comes to women."

I looked at him and the smile could only get wider on my lips. I temporarily forgot what I was typing and leaned back into the cushions of this deluxe sofa and said, "Don't tell me that you're jealous."

Shane just turned his head to give me a smoldering look. His one eyebrow rose just a hint higher than the other and I laughed. I knew the idea of this man being jealous of any other male on God's green earth was simply ludicrous.

"Awww, forgive me." I teased, easing the laptop over to the cushion on my left so that I could turn around and lay back down across his well-muscled thighs. I looked up at him and could feel the desire radiating off of him. Literally. I could feel it.

Sorry. I am the Sin of Lust, after all. I feel the need to incorporate at least one semi-vulgar joke in every promo. If you saw the one where Shane was dancing naked for me... well, I understand husbands across the country had me to thank for a very fun evening with their wives.

"I'll think about it." Shane said, tearing his eyes away from the bounty that was offered to him. I pouted as best I could. No real need to. I knew damn well that before the day was through, that this hunk would have me bent in positions unheard of in even the most elaborate of pretzel factories.

Okay, two dirty jokes and counting.

I sat up with an audible groan and said, "You sir, are such a tease."

Shane pulled the bottle from his lips and said, "You say that every time you get put in those furry handcuffs."

"Torture." I murmured, grabbing the laptop and setting it back onto my legs. "Just like the fact you don't ever let me return the favor."

Shane shook his head, "Lady, I've seen what's happened to every man you practiced that little bondage fetish on."

"Meaning?" I smiled in questioning.  Of course I knew what he was referring to, but I still get a real warm sensation whenever those times are mentioned.

Shane turned and leaned back against the couch's arm rest and kicked a foot up over his knee. He said, "Meaning, every time you get a man tied down and gagged, somehow it benefits Synn. Granted, Shipman kind of turned the tables on Synn afterwards, but the sick freak actually got a rise out of it. Oh and let us not forget about..."

"Shane." I interrupted, shaking my head.

"What?" he asked, baffled.

I replied, "Ix-nay on ou-know-who-yae."

He and I both turned and smiled at the camera.

You know who you are!

He then turned his attention back to me and quirked a brow, gazing at me in an accusing stare. He said, "And besides, I've seen both your birthday and Christmas wish lists. I know that secret little fantasy." He shook his head. "It ain't ever going to happen."

I sighed and resumed my typing. "A girl's gotta dream." I paused and looked back at him. "You know," I said. "You could have signed up for one of the entries."

"What, and risk bruising any of this?" He waved a hand over his tanned body, muscled beyond mere perfection. "I get enough battles getting Despy ready for those weekly dinners out on the town."

I chuckled and said, "Well anyway, Jamie knows his boundaries. I mean, he is a married man after all. Married to one of our own, especially. Knowing Kittie, she'd bite the damn thing off if he tried anything with another woman."

Shane mouthed 'ow!' and slowly stood up. I watched as he went off into the adjoined bedroom and called out, "Where are you going?"

He called back, "That thought just gave me chills! Gotta go recover!"

I heard the bedroom door shut and laughed. I opened up my blog again and continued with what I had been doing.

It was really invigorating for an event like this to be booked. I don't know of very many other workers in the business who pay any attention to the Golden Age of professional wrestling. They look at the matches in 'black and white' and sneer and think there is nothing there for them to learn from or appreciate.

I beg to differ.

If it wasn't for those that came before us, most of us wouldn't be where we are today. These days the  word 'legend' is tossed around a little too freely in my own not-so-humble opinion. Take for example some of the men that work in promotions such as WWE and TNA. Hulk Hogan? An icon, certainly. Legend, no. People bring up the subject of 'Hulkamania' but the man would have been nothing had it not been for the machinations of one Vince McMahon. If Hogan hadn't simply been in the right place at the right time, he'd probably have been retired by now. Damn shame he wasn't. I can't stand that arrogant, self serving bastard.

Or Triple H. I've made a ton of enemies online by stating my opinions of this big ape, but he is one of the single most overrated workers in the business. Again, he wouldn't be where he is today if he hadn't married the boss's daughter.

Neither of those men even come close to being a true legend. The only current worker that even comes close is of course, the Nature Boy Ric Flair. And even then, I think the man should have hung up his tights about ten or more years ago.

That is why I am so thrilled going into this event to honor two true legends of the sport; George Hackenschmidt and Mildred Burke. Generations of wrestlers, both male and female, got into the business because of them. Perhaps not directly, but also inspired by those that they inspired. It's like a trickling water effect.

Take Mildred Burke for example.

Mildred Burke trained dozens of wresters. She inspired even more, one of whom was a young woman by the name of Lillian Ellison, better known around the world as the Fabulous Moolah. Had Moolah not been inspired by Burke, she would not have started to compete. Then she herself would not have inspired and trained so many others.

The first two true legends this business has ever known, being honored by the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer.

I am proud to be a part of this, and facing two workers like Primetime Matthew Kennedy and the young Danica Jones, will only heighten the thrill of the ride.[

I was about to finish this little blog off when something landed right on the keyboard. I looked down and saw that it was none other than my man cake's leopard print thong. The one that he had told me that he had been wearing just this morning.

Okay. Blogs can wait.

I got up and hurried toward the bedroom.

This might take awhile!

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World Web Wrestling has been described by many as one of the premiere internet web chats in the world of professional wrestling. Every other week a superstar from professional wrestling is invited onto the program for a one-on-one 'shoot style' interview with the host, Mister Dwayne Carter.

A shoot interview is generally conducted and released by someone other than the wrestling promotion that said wrestler works for. They are portrayed as unscripted and genuine, where a wrestler may use the opportunity to insult or belittle wrestlers or promotions that they genuinely dislike.

Several small scenes cut across the computer screen, vertically and horizontally in film format, of the host, Dwayne Carter, interacting with professional wrestlers at sporadic events and on stage in his interview setting. As the music played slowly subsides in beat and tempo, finally fading away completely into the background, the screen shifts to the WWW Studio stage where two chairs are the main prominent feature. Around the background are framed photographs of professional wrestlers from decades past, and recent ones of the stars of the game still working prominently across the globe.

In the first chair on the left of the screen, was Dwayne Carter, host of the program. He was a man in his mid-thirties. Clean-shaven and dressed in a business-like suit and tie, he sported a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and held a small clipboard on his lap.

In the remaining chair to his right was a feminine figure clad in a cream colored blouse and matching white skirt and heels that showed a pair of well toned legs crossed at the knee. Her flaming red hair and lovely face are trademarks for the fans that have followed her career over the past decade; from the days where she competed as the 'babyface' underdog known as Strawberry Wine, to the more recent times as a disciple of the Seven Deadly Sins, aka Fantasia.

The final notes of the music vanish and Dwayne leans forward in his chair and speaks into the camera;

Dwayne: hello everyone, and I want to welcome you to another edition of 'World Web Wrestling' the premiere online source of entertainment for your professional wrestling needs! My special guest this week, is a ring diva like no other. She is a former two-time FMPW Woman's champion and arguably one of the more controversial divas in the business for her role as the Sin of Lust in the even more controversial stable of the Seven Deadly Sins. I am, of course, speaking of Fantasia. Fantasia, welcome.

Fantasia: Thank you.

Dwayne: Now Fantasia, I've been working for well over year at the attempt to get a member of your stable onto this show for a candid look at your team and the business you're making a mark in, but until now, I've been met with reluctance and refusals. Why is that?

Fantasia: Well, we're being honest here, correct?

Dwayne: That's what this show is all about, yes.

Fantasia: Well the blunt truth of the matter is that the mutual feelings in regards towards wrestling web shows and websites in general is largely negative in the Sins. Synn himself, Shane, Gabriel and myself. We largely feel many of these websites have a negative aversion towards the business and the people who work it.

Dwayne: How do you mean?

Fantasia: It's pretty much a given in the business that the fans believe anything they're told, whether it be what they see on television every week o what they're told by so-called experts such as yourself on their computers.

Dwayne: Well, **chuckles** I don't know if...

Fantasia held up her hand to cut him off.

Fantasia: May I finish first?

Dwayne blinked, caught off guard by her manner of silencing him, but it was to be expected. Despite this being a predominantly male influenced business, Fantasia was a woman like few others in the backstage areas. She was critical, blunt, and grossly outspoken. She was invited to this program with said knowledge of her legitimate character, so she could not be held at fault for being simply who she was.

Dwayne extended a hand, silently inviting her to go on.

Fantasia: It's not something that can be debated, Dwayne. Websites like the Torch or wrestlezone are attributed for their 'breaking news' stories in the business, be they real or simply rumors fueled by the minds that wrote them. They tell tall tales about who is being fired and why. Who is on thin ice with management. Who isn't popular backstage with their peers and for what reasons. That sort of thing. Wrestling fans watch the programs on television. They read all of these rumors men like you post, and they start to believe that they know everything that there is to know about this business. Like you, they fancy themselves as ‘students of the sport.

Dwayne: Well, I do admit I like to think of myself as a student of…

Fantasia: But you are NOT. If you are not actually in this business, then you have no right to claim to be a student of it. Oh certainly you might know a few wrestlers who in turn might share a nugget or two of insider information, which is grossly unprofessional on their part, but have you any idea how annoying it is for a fan to walk up to you and try to tell you what you should have done to pull off a win or make a move appear better than it had?

She shook her head.

Fantasia: No. The answer is, you do not. You have no idea what it’s like to have a camera shoved in your face at every opportunity. Or to have people approach you when you just want a little private time with friends, or to even eat a simple meal in peace! Yes, I enjoy talking to fans. Most wrestlers do. It’s a reason why we get involved in this business in the first place. The desire to be recognized. But…

She held up a finger for emphasis.

Fantasia: There is a line to be drawn and its called common courtesy. When it’s all right to approach and when it is not. Try to imagine yourself in a situation where you don’t want to be bothered, and then put us in that same position. There have been times where I was with Shane and the others, just trying to have a quiet meal together, and suddenly we have people crowding around our tables trying to chat us up and ask for pictures.

Dwayne: You make it sound like a major inconvenience.

Fantasia: Then you’re obviously not listening to what I’m trying to tell you. It isn’t an inconvenience. It’s inconsiderate. There is a vast difference between the two words. Learn it. Some of these people aren’t even fans of the business. They’re reporters, like you, who just want to dredge up the dirt on stories that are practically fed to fans that really have no right to this knowledge.

Dwayne: No right? The fans are the ones who buy the tickets...

Fantasia rolled her eyes at this statement, one she had heard many times, and interrupted.

Fantasia: And they pay our salary and yadda yadda yadda. Really Dwayne, you sound just like those paparazzi who claim 'freedom of the press' as their right to follow, stalk and harass whatever celebrity will net them the most for their interviews and photographs. It’s sickening and annoying. It’s a common misconception that just because a person is in the public eye, then that person automatically has the right to know whatever is going on in their life. They’ll follow a celebrity around, take photographs of them while they’re trying to have a private vacation with their loved ones, hell they even dig through their garbage in an attempt to find something incriminating to gossip about. They will chase, literally chase a celebrity around and try to catch them so they can find out what they’re up to.

Dwayne reached up and scratched at his temple and tried to get a word in edgewise but Fantasia was clearly not through with her lecture/rant and continued on before the host could interject himself.

Fantasia: Go to the grocery store, open up one of those tabloids and what do you see? Stories about celebrity scandals. Who are they sleeping with? Who’s getting a divorce? Who’s gay and who isn’t? Who the hell CARES!? I swear, if these people are so wrapped up in another person’s life that they simply must know these things, then they are obviously missing something in their own lives.

Dwayne: Well that is admittedly one way to look at it.

Fantasia: It’s the only way to look at it. The only reason why you try to find another way is because you’re one of those people who are enablers to these sorts of fans.

Dwayne: Me?

Fantasia: You. I mean, that is what this show is all about, isn’t it?

Dwayne: Fantasia, this show is all about wrestlers coming here for the fans to see and…

Fantasia: And hearing all the gossip that a wrestler is willing to give on their lives, their friends, and the business around them.

She arched a brow at the host of the show and he could do nothing but simply stare back at her, clearly caught unaware at her view point towards his show and the logic behind it.

Fantasia: This program is no better than those same tabloids at supermarket checkout stands, and you, sir, are no better than the hack reporters who write the drivel that people drink up like it was water and they were dying of thirst in a desert.

Dwayne cleared his throat and opted to accept the gauntlet thrown his way.

Dwayne: Well then, if that’s how you genuinely feel, why then did you accept my offer to come here and speak your mind on the business?

Fantasia smiled.

Fantasia: Clever thought. It’ll only hurt for a moment. I came here simply because we were rather tired of your constant invitations despite our responses to the contrary. We also thought it might prove fruitful to use this little stage of yours as a catalyst for what’s to come here over the course of the next week or so. And besides, I like to think of myself as the more soft spoken out of our little family. Synn, Shane, Gabriel? I doubt that they would have been nearly so nice about the situation as I have been.

Dwayne: I notice you didn’t mention Despayre’s name.

Fantasia: You never would have gotten near that boy in the first place, and if you had tried, then you would have dealt with the men.

Dwayne: So then might I ask if the rumors are true about some dissention possibly brewing between Despayre and Gabriel over the SCW World championship?

Fantasia didn’t answer, not at first. The question was one she had expected to come from one such as this, a gossip monger who wanted to dig up dirt, even if there were none around. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before she turned her intense focus to the man interviewing her.

Fantasia: Allow me to answer your question, with one or two of my own. Do you know Gabriel and Despayre? I mean, on a personal level.

Dwayne: No, I admittedly do not.

Fantasia: Have you ever hung out with them after the matches, in the hotel bars or nightclubs, anything like that?

Dwayne: No, I can’t say that I have.

Fantasia: Well then perhaps you can appreciate just how asinine of a question that was! I mean, seriously! Dissention! Where on earth did that even come from? If you would open your blind eyes and pay attention to the friendship that those two have, both inside of the ring and out, you’d see that there was anything but dissention! How many wrestlers can say they have formed a bond like those two have? Sure there are friendships and business arrangements, but for Christ’s sake! There has never been any hint of dissention between the two ever even mentioned, not until you just brought it up! So what, you couldn’t think of any other dirt for those two, so you thought you’d try and push a little in my direction to see how I’d respond?

Dwayne: No, I…

Fantasia: Because quite frankly you should be damn lucky I don’t respond by taking you down to this floor right now and twisting any one body part until I hear it pop! You do not try and stir up trouble between my boys, and right to my face no less!

Dwayne held up his hands in plausible surrender, his cheeks flushed from the verbal dressing down he had just been on the receiving end of.

Dwayne: All right, all right. I apologize. It was just a simple question.

Fantasia: It was just a stupid question, one with no basis in truth. Which just proved my point about so-called wresting journalists.

Dwayne: Then might we move on and discuss Climax Control: High Stakes? You’re involved in a big match to determine the Bombshell Championship.

Fantasia: True?

Dwayne: But you’ve spoken backstage, and yes this was confirmed, that you might in fact be stepping back off of the active roster after this event. So might I ask what brought you to this possible decision?

Fantasia: Probably the simple fact that I never really intended to be on the active roster in the first place. I had my time in the ring, and I don’t regret a thing about those years. But as far as I’m concerned, that time in my career is over. I’m happy being an adviser and a valet when needed. I only agreed to step in because Christian Underwood personally asked me to. He and Mark didn’t intend to have a fully active female division in SCW, not at first. But a couple of women took an interest and applied for work with them. Christian asked me to come out of active retirement to help build the division up. Look at it now. It’s growing at a respectable rate.

Dwayne: And if you win the title…?

Fantasia smiled and leaned into the chair, propping her elbow onto the arm rest and resting her chin on her fingers.

Fantasia: ‘When’ dear, not ‘if’. When I win the title, I cement my status as the premiere Bombshell in the SCW, and when all is said and done, I might simply retire anyway, championship intact.

Dwayne: You’re up against some quality competitors, including a former women’s world champion. Let’s play a game where I say the name of one of your opponents, and you give the fans your honest feedback on that competitor.

Fantasia: How quaint, but yes. Let’s do.

Dwayne: Misty…

Fantasia: Misty is the woman that all other women in this match has to watch out for the most. She’s a three-time GXW World Woman’s champion, and two of those times she defeated Sweet Anita who at the time was the top woman in the sport. Not only that, but during one of those reigns she ended up holding the record for being the longest reigning World Woman’s champion.

Dwayne: I believe she also goes on record as being the last ever GXW World Woman’s Champion.

Fantasia: My point, exactly. She went out, legacy intact. I even had a match or two against her during that period of time and I don’t think I ever met a woman who was capable of the high flying maneuvers she was, and still is. I had a rough enough time holding her down for a two count, let alone three. Misty is the woman to beat in that Gauntlet.

Dwayne: Allison Summers.

Fantasia: She had the look and serious potential, but she squandered them and basically it would seem pissed away any chance she had at success.

Dwayne: Rebecca Blades.

Fantasia: See Allison Summers.

Dwayne: Fair enough. Raynin.

Fantasia: Perhaps the next big thing in women’s’ professional wrestling. She’s in shape, has loads of attitude, and she’s got a blend of styles that could take down the Bombshell division around her. Hell I told Christian and Mark myself that she’d probably be able to handle herself in the men’s division if given half a chance.

Dwayne: And what was their reaction?

Fantasia: They didn’t disagree, but male versus female matches are taboo in SCW. It won’t happen so it doesn’t really matter.

Dwayne: In her last promo video, there was the question of whether or not she could trust you in the Gauntlet if pairings between the Bombshells came up.

Fantasia nodded.

Fantasia: I could see it happening. Out of all of the women in the match, her? Yes. Would it last? Hell no, and I’m sure she’d say the same. With the Bombshell championship up for grabs? It’s every woman for herself when all is said and done. Would I work with her to get rid of all of the other women in that match?

She nodded in the affirmative.

Fantasia: Oh absolutely. But once it was just her and myself left? Then the gloves would come off, and the partnership would be at an end. Actually, the only thing that I don’t respect about the woman, is her habit of only airing her promos at the last possible moment. To me, that’s disrespectful toward your peers.

Dwayne: What about Kittie?

Fantasia: Kittie…

She uncrossed her legs and sat back in her chair, pausing to think.

Fantasia: That one is hard to pin down, figuratively as well as literally. She has issues. That’s probably the nicest way to phrase it. An arterial flow problem above the neck you might say. That makes her unpredictable in nature, inside of the ring and out. Trust me, I know. Despayre keeps us all busy with never knowing what he might be capable of next, and he’s in a situation, similar to her own.

Dwayne: Do you see her as being roughly the same as he is?

Fantasia: No, absolutely not. While Kittie has what appears to be a permanent case of PMS, she has all of these unbridled issues of anger and rage. Despayre has all of these people surrounding him that care about him and are there for him, no matter the time or cost. Kittie has a friend or two, but none that have shown her the level of devotion that Despayre has for himself. That alone spells a world of difference.

Dwayne: Well finally, we’ll bring up the name, Angelica.

The name brought a smile to Fantasia’s face, and she shook her head slowly. She reached up and brushed her red tresses from her shoulder and crossed her legs again.

Fantasia: Hypocrite. That alone best describes Angelica.

Dwayne: How do you mean?

Fantasia: Well look at how she addressed me, not once but twice! Cracking jokes about my not being able to focus because I had a set of balls flapping in my face! A pun she used not once, but twice. Was she hurting for material or did she just lack an imagination to come up with something, anything better the second time around? Well first off, those balls were connected to Shane Boswell so yeah! Of course I’d be mesmerized! Secondly, she candidly left out her own origins in this business. Ho convenient. The simple fact Angelica’s roots in the business were more or less that of a ring rat.

Dwayne arched his brow at the use of the derogatory term directed at female fans or ‘wresting groupies’ who would wait until shows were over and make the attempts to hook up with various wrestlers for the thrill of bedding one.

Fantasia: Seriously, that’s all she really was! Hot Stuff Mark ward’s bitch! And even then she couldn’t get it done right because once it was time for ‘Hot Stuff’ to get serious in the game, she got her scrawny ass tossed to the curb and replaced by Austin Parker! Me? I entered this business he legit way; as a wrestler. Not as some wrestler’s cum rag. And when she arrived here in SCW? What did she do in her first real appearance? She started playing up to that very same man, who also just happened to be one of the SCW’s co-owners.

She shook her head.

Fantasia:, Its pathetic. The simple truth is that Angelica never would have gotten as far as she did in this business if she wasn’t loaning her ass out for Mark Ward’s personal toilet.

Dwayne’s eyes opened wide at that very caustic remark and he slowly turned to the camera and scratched the back of his neck.

Dwayne: Wow. Yeah I think the word ‘wow’ about says it all, but what a way to close off this edition of ‘World Web Wrestling’. I want to thank our guest, Fantasia, for being as up front and honest with us as anyone has ever been. And best of luck in the SCW Bombshell championship gauntlet this coming Sunday at High Stakes!

Fantasia tilted her head toward him in acknowledgment and the credits started to roll…