<p align=right>Off Camera
The afternoon sun was high in the air as Ella Singleton was lying on her patio. She was wearing ski shorts with a bikini top. Her black hair was tossed up in a tight ponytail as her eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses. Her left hand was holding a champagne glass filled with sparkling wine. Her right hand was resting across her waist as she lets out a sigh.
Ella: This is just a perfect way to unwind after a long week of meeting with ungrateful fans. I never knew one city could have so many spoiled brats as New York City did. Man, I feel so much better being back in my mansi....
The sound of steel toed boots striking the hardwood floor causes Ella to stop. She lifts her head slightly to see her bodyguard Carter King coming towards her. She rolls her eyes while sitting up in her patio chair.
Ella: What do you want Carter?
Carter steps one foot onto the patio while keeping his torso inside the house. A look of concern slowly creeps across his features. Ella notices the look and sits up even more.
Carter: Sabrina, I have really bad news.
Ella shot him a look of disdain. Carter knew better than to call her by her birth name.
Ella: This better be important if have to use my birth name to address me.
Carter lets that comment go as he steps fully out onto the patio.
Carter: Your stepbrother Theodore is on his way over.
Ella shot up to her feet when Carter mentions that name. Her lips curled up while her eyes narrowed through her sunglasses. Ella didn't have the best relationship with any of her siblings. Ella downs her drink and looks at Carter.
Ella: Why the fuck is that bastard coming over here?
Carter shakes his head.
Carter: He didn't bother telling me any details. He just called and asked if you were home.
Ella snarls as her perfect day off was just ruined. She bends down to pick up her cell phone when she notices a missed text notice. She opens it up with a sick grin.
Ella: Carter, tell Adrian to get the jet ready.
Carter looks at her a little confused.
Carter: Why?
Ella: Because we have business in Laughlin, Nevada to take care of that's why.
Carter nods as Ella walks past him. He goes to ask her what she was doing but decides he didn't want to know at the moment.
<p align=right>Few hours later
A few hours have passed as Ella was standing in front of her floor length mirror. She was trying to find the best outfit for her flight but nothing was screaming cute to her. She had tried on a pair of dark wash jeans, a three quarter sleeve blouse with a tan cardigan. That didn't work so she kept trying on different outfits. As she was doing so, the doorbell dinged downstairs as Carter opens the door.
Carter: Hello Theodore
Carter says in a somewhat friendly tone. Theodore Lincoln is Ella's stepbrother. He is a few years younger but has always been her father's favorite kid.
Theodore: Is she here?
Carter nods as he opens the door wider to let him into the house. Theodore crosses the threshold and glances around the room. A disappointed sigh escapes from his voice as Carter looks at him.
Carter: What?
Theodore sighs again.
Theodore: I figured Saby would have put a tree up by now.
Carter nods his head as a door opens and slams shut.
Ella: My name is Ella!
Ella's voice rings out as both men look up. Ella finally decided to go with the short sleeve blouse and the dark pink skirt with silver calf high boots on her feet. Carter walks out of the room as Theodore is just left in awe of his sister.
Theodore: Wow, you look....
Ella: Save it!
She cuts him off while stopping at the last stair.
Ella: What do you want Theo?
Theodore clears his throat while leaning against a door jam.
Theodore: Dad, what's to know if you are going to come home for Christmas?
Ella laughs.
Ella: Is that all? Man, you most definitely didn't need to come all the over here if that was all you wanted. As long as my dad is still married to that whore then I will not bother coming.
Theodore sighs.
Theodore: Are you still pissed about that Saby? My mom didn't mean to embarrass you that night.
Ella gasps while stepping down to get eye level with her stepbrother.
Ella: My name is Ella. How many times do I need to tell you? As for that bitch, she had ever intention to embarrass me that night. Until she is out of the picture then I'm not going to be around. Besides I'm going to be busy.
Carter walks back into the room as he is holding his phone.
Carter: Adrian as the jet warming up Ella. Do you need me to get your bag?
Theo looks confused as Ella nods her head in the direction of Carter. She holds up her finger in front of Theo.
Ella: I'm going out of town for several days so please don't bother calling me about this shit. If my dad really wants me home for Christmas, then tell him to shove it up his chimney.
Theodore's jaw nearly drops as Carter emerges with two large suitcases in his hands. Ella doesn't even bother with saying another word to her stepbrother as her and Carter leave for her private airstrip.
<p align=right>Vlogging in Laughlin
On Camera
It's two days later as Ella Singleton is sitting in her fourth floor hotel room. Carter had slipped the no disturb sign onto the door handle as Ella was setting up her small camcorder. She was in a tan t-shirt and slate grey shorts. She had just finished looking over a few things before turning her chair towards her camera. She grabs a tiny little remote and presses the record button.
ELLA: The stench of this city is enough to make anyone vomit. Why we are even coming to a place like this is beyond me? No matter what, I am really looking forward to this contest as I look to approve my self worth against the hall of Famer Mercedes Vargas and one half of the current Mixed Tag Champions Sierra Williams. Prior to this match, my own outings haven't been to my liking. I am certain that Jessie Salco has paid off many people but she will see me again very soon. I assure you I will hurt her. Until that time has come, I will focus all my energy onto two women who will probably make this all about them.Ella crosses her left leg over her right knee while resting her right arm across them. She flicks her hair one time before continuing.
ELLA: I'm sure all of you are wondering just what I mean from my previous statement. I mean just judging by how this match is being advertised. Sierra Williams even said it herself. She thinks this match is going to come down to her and Mercedes. Almost as if I won't even be a factor. Well, I assure you Sierra I will be a factor in this match up. Why? Because unlike the two of you, I have the most to prove in this match. I have the most to gain in this contest. What do you have to gain Sierra? Ever since you arrived in SCW, you have been in tag matches with your boyfriend Lachlan. You got butt hurt because he was getting singles matches while you were busy watching from the sidelines. If you wanted to fight then all you had to was ask. I'm sure someone would have answered. Unless, no one thinks you are worth the trouble.
Me, I could care less. I am coming into this match with one goal in mind. That is too win at any cost. Now I am well aware what you two have accomplished in your careers and I'm well aware someone might actually pat you on the back. Unfortunately, I'm not going to be that person. Why? Because I don't care what you had done prior to coming to SCW or what you have held in SCW? This isn't history class. No one is getting graded on anything you two bimbos did. So why do you constantly bring it up. Is it some how relevant to the match? No. It's just a way for you to embellish your careers to make them mean something.
That's why past accomplishments are just that in the past. I have won championships prior to coming here. Do I talk about them? No. Why? Because they aren't relevant. What is relevant however is the amount of punishment I plan on inflicting onto the both of you dumb broads.Ella blows a piece of hair out of her face while sinking her chin on top of her hand.
ELLA: The last few days, I have been trying to understand why Sierra Williams would compare myself to furniture. I don't rightly know but if she thinks she can just overlook me then I will make her regret that thought. Sierra Williams ought to know better but I guess her lapse of judgment is going to prove to be her undoing. Like I said, I don't care that she is the Mixed Tag champion. Lachlan can't come to her rescue when her body is all black and blue. She won't have anyone to tag in or out when the match gets to be too much for her too handle. I almost feel bad for her but then I realize that I'm not sorry for anything. She wants to make this all about her and Mercedes. Well, she will soon understand that her fantasy world is getting a heavy dose of reality.Ella sets her left leg down while bringing her right leg up and over.
ELLA: What can I say about the Hall of Famer Mercedes Vargas? That she is washed up. That she is no longer relevant. That she tends to always talk about what she has done. Her love for statistics is really annoying. I mean I never met anyone who will spew out numbers like she was an accountant. She has no problem talking about useless things but she has problems trying to make sense. She is another one who lives off her past. She loves talking about history. Well, do you know what happens to history? It tends to repeat itself. That certainly is going to happen in this match. While you spew out stat after stat, one stat stuck out like a sore thumb. The fact you suck in triple threats is the most important stat you ever announced. Sure, you have won some when you had no competition but when you did you choked. Is that going to happen this week? Are you going to choke Mercedes? I think you are going to choke. Hell. I might just choke you the hell just for fun. Then choke out Sierra just because I can.
You see, I am the unknown in this match. I've had four matches in my career. I've won my first ladder match. I almost beat Jessie on my second attempt. This marks my fifth match and I will do whatever it takes to achieve victory. I have no qualms with cheating. I'm bold enough to do it. I'm also bold enough to knock both heads off. You two can do whatever you want but one thing is for damn sure.
DONT WRITE ME THE FUCK OUT.
See you bitches on Sunday.
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