Finished

 [~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]

Handlers Name(s): Dustin
Any Messengers:
Years Active:


[~]-CONTRACT INFORMATION-[~]


You will be booked at least 1-2 times a month. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out Singles Application for both/all members of tag team***


[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]

*Add more wrestlers if necessary*
Wrestler 1: Denise Andrews
Wrestler 2: Ella Singleton
Tag Team Name: The Society
Hometown: Las Vegas, NV
Personality: Denise and Ella come from rich families who believes they are the greatest in the world.
Strengths: Intensity, Speed, Agility, Ruthless
Weaknesses: Experience, Power, Youth
Gimmick (If any):
Alignment: Heel

[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

Entrance Theme Music (Check Taken Theme Song List): Straight Up by Paula Abdul
Entrance Description (Mandatory for bookings): "Straight Up" blares as Denise and Ella step through the curtain with Carter King right behind them. The crowd is booing them as Denise and Ella just smirk. They walk down the ramp basically ignoring the fans and sliding into the ring.

[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]

***The following moves are specific to the tag team moves***

Signature Moves
1.) Pump Kick/Side Russian Leg Sweep Combination
2.) Hart Attack
3.) Aided Superplex


Finishing Move
1.) Socially Unacceptable - Superkick (Denise) / Leaping Cutter (Singleton) Combination


[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]

Weapon Of Choice: Any kind of Table
Match Of Choice: Falls Count Anywhere; Tables

[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]
Superstar Bio: Ella and Denise have been friends for years ever since Ella was trained by Denise's uncle. They have been together ever since.
Past Accomplishments:

[~]-MANAGER INFORMATION-[~]
***Be sure to fill out an NPC/Manager application as well***
Manager's Name: Carter King
Manager's Pic Base (Check Taken Pic Bases List): Skeet Ulrich

 
<p align=right>Off Camera

Its currently six degrees in Chicago as Ella Singleton is walking down the sidewalk towards her brother's work. Gorgon Enterprises has been trying for months to get Ella to create some Gorgon inspired fashion line. Ella didn't really want to do it since her brother Toby couldn't be trusted. He had been sleeping with her ex-girlfriend ever since they broke up. Her business partner Janice Drumgold told her this would be a great way to get Feld Fashions off the ground.

"I don't want to do this Janice," Ella says into her phone receiver.

"We all have to do things we can't stand dear," replies Janice as Ella rolls her eyes.

"I should be in the gym training for that stupid egghead," Ella says as Janice breaths heavily into the phone.

"Will you stop Sabrina," replies Janice.

Ella could feel her blood boiling inside her after Janice said her first name. "What have I told you about saying that name?" She scorns through the phone.

"I don't give two rat shits. You need to focus on getting this fashion contract or your father will take this business from you," Janice reminds Ella. Janice can hear Ella scoffing in the background as she finally reaches the front of Gorgon Enterprises.

"I'm here," she huffs. Before Janice could say another word, Ella hangs up the phone. Ella takes a deep breath before opening the swinging glass door. She crosses over the threshold and steps towards the round reception desk.

"Good morning Ms. Feldman, how may I help you?" greets the perky receptionist. Ella curls her lip up a bit while looking at the young woman.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"My name is Riley," answers the receptionist.

"Is my brother in?" Ella asks as Riley smiles.

"Yes," she answers as Ella looks at her.

The phone rings at the receptionist's desk as Riley puts one finger up towards Ella. She reaches over and picks up the phone. Ella shakes her head while pulling out her own phone. She highlights her brother's name and shoots him a text. Three seconds later, he replies as Ella walks around the reception desk. Riley pays her no mind as Ella reaches the elevators. She presses the button going up as Ella stands there waiting.

"This better be quick," she mutters to herself as the elevator dings. The doors open as her brother is waiting outside.

"Good morning Sabrina," he says with a smile as Ella glares at him.

"Tobias, you know better," she scolds him as Toby just laughs. They walk down the corridor conversing amongst themselves until the reach his office.

"So what can I do for you Ella?" Toby asks while walking around his desk.

"Janice Drumgold told me you were looking for a fashion designer for your company," answers Ella as Toby sits down in his chair. He motions for Ella to do the same.

"Janice is right. I am in need of a fashion designer. What does this have to do with you?" He asks as Ella looks at him.

"I want that contract. You know I've been in the fashion industry for a couple years. I have own fashion company," she answers as Toby rubs his chin.

"Let me get this straight, you want to handle the fashion side of Gorgon Enterprises. You do realize that I'd be your boss," he states as Ella rubs her forehead.

"I am well aware that you will be my boss as it pertains to Gorgon Enterprises. Feld Fashions will be grateful for this opportunity," Ella says as Toby nods his head.

"I'll give you a shot. You have three weeks to get me a line together," he states as Ella stands to her feet. She goes to reach her hand out when the door, leading into Toby's office, flies open and Lori Sanchez walks into the room. Ella looks over her shoulder as Toby smirks.

"What is she doing here?" asks Ella as Lori walks up to Toby's desk.

"Lori works for me now. Is there going to be problem?" He answers with a question as Lori shakes her head. Ella glares at her ex-girlfriend before turning her attention back to Toby.

"You'll have that line in three weeks," she says while stepping around her chair and walking towards the door. Lori snickers as Ella leaves the room.
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Days have passed since Ella got her fashion contract with her brother. She had told Janice to get the ball rolling. Instead of going straight home, she hopped onto a flight that was heading towards Los Angeles. She wanted to get the layout of the arena so she could map a gameplan in her head.

"Carter," she whispers as he lifts his eyes off the magazine he was reading.

"What?" he whispers back.

"Did you happen to get more information on that slut Mercedes Vargas?" She asks as Carter rubs his chin.

Carter digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny notepad. He hands it over to Ella. "Here," he comments.

Ella takes the notepad as Carter resumes reading his magazine. Ella opens up the notepad and starts reading it. A slight smirk forms on her lips.

"Carter, can you excuse me?" She whispers as Carter swings his legs into the aisle. Ella gets up for her seat and walks back towards the restroom. She knocks on the door before entering the room. She locks the door while pulling out a mirror first. She checks her makeup before pulling out her phone.

<p align=right>On Camera

Ella presses the camera app on her phone. It pops open as she checks herself one more time before pressing the record button. She holds the phone in her hand while finding a good spot to film. She presses the button and clears her throat.

"Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes, it must be nice fooling everyone into thinking you are this great female competitor. I mean just look at your resume. You have won every single championship here in SCW. That is an impressive stat. However, I feel as though you take for granted how easily you lose all those championships. Do you ever get tired of running your mouth? This past Climax Control, you didn't want to fight me. Why? Was I not a challenge for you? Was I not good enough to have Mercedes Vargas want to fight me? I think it's sad when you think about it. Here I am, a young, hungry female looking to improve her status by going after the biggest guppy in the pound.

Yes, I called you a guppy. Why? Because you are not vicious enough to be a shark. You are not ruthless enough to be a shark. You talk a good game but you don't always deliver. Let's take Blaze of Glory for example. You have competed how many times at this event. How many times have you won? How many times did you successfully defend a championship at this event? Oh wait, I have that right here.

You have ZERO wins at Blaze of Glory. You have LOST championships at Blaze of Glory. So tell me Mercedes, how heartbreaking will it be for you when I provide you with another loss on your record? Will you seek revenge? Will you cry about it? I am well aware that I have yet to win a match. I am well aware that my skills are way better than yours. Did you see how easy it was for me to latch on my Dress Cut Short?

You had no answer for it Mercedes. You could barely fight out of it. I proved to everyone that Mercedes Vargas is all talk. Now you want to say this was a mistake on my part. Nope. I know exactly what I am doing Mercedes. I am going to embarrass you again. This time I might not let go. I got this gut feeling that you will probably say the same shit. Like how you have accomplished more than I could ever dream of.

Mercedes, you may have accomplished a lot but watching you in the ring. You are boring. You have no substance. You are the biggest waste of human life I have ever met. I'm already famous bitch. I'm the daughter of a hall of fame wrestler. I am someone who can turn your world upside down. I am the Duchess of Florida. When Blaze of Glory rolls through San Jose, I will show the world just how good I really am. First, I'm going to out run you. I'm going to out smart you. I'm going to out wrestle you. This is all going to happen. Hell, I might just go after that arm of yours. It is your weak spot. Or I'll go after your knee.

There is so much I could do to you that you will be surprised at how good I can be. I wanted this match. I got you right where I want you. At Blaze of Glory, you will go down. I will put you down. Your winless streak at Blaze of Glory will continue. Mercedes, you better eat your bowl of lucky charms because you'll need every ounce of it."

 


<p align=left>To Whom It My Concern,

Ever since my quest to rid Sin City Wrestling of its spotlight hogs, I have become the sole martyr for my own cause. Amy Santino was so excited that she needed Apple's help to beat me. It was so obvious that she couldn't beat me on her own. I don't blame her for wanting extra help because of the humiliation that would follow had I beat her senseless.

Before facing that ugly fish egg, I once again had to defend myself against the total miscarriage of justice that was Mercedes Vargas claiming that she had beaten me in a triple threat match. I just love how she misconstrued facts just to make herself seem important. Mercedes forgot that she had to kick me in the back of my head which means she found me more of threat then Sierra.

Now I have to earn a match with the biggest bitch on the roster. I will play your game Mercedes for now. You just might want to keep your words soft and sweet. I hope you are watching carefully Mercedes because what I do at Climax Control will pale in comparison to what I do to you at Blaze of Glory.

<p align=right>Signed,
Ella Singleton

Off Camera
The sound of an old typewriter dings as Ella rips off a small piece of paper. She glances over the contents before folding three ways. She picks up an envelope and slips the note inside.

Singleton: Carter!

Ella shouts while sliding her chair across her marble floor. She had been home in Ocala since her last outing against Amy Santino. She was fuming after another screw job. She couldn't believe that management would even allow that kind of thing to stand.

Singleton: Carter!

Ella screams again as the door knob twists and the door is pushed open. A man in his late thirties pokes his head into the room while keeping his torso in the hallway.

Carter: What do you need Ella?

He asks as Ella holds up the envelope which is holding a letter inside.

Singleton: I need you to mail that for me.

Carter steps into the room and grabs the letter out of her hand. Ella pushes herself up as a beautiful woman appears in the doorway.

Rose: Baby, are you ready to go?

Hannah Rose, Ella Singleton's girlfriend and training partner, is leaning against the door frame with her shiny red hair draped over her right shoulder. Ella looks over Carter's shoulder with a smile.

Singleton: I will be in a minute darling. I just need to fix my makeup.

Hannah smiles as Carter steps out of the room. Ella glides across the floor as Hannah watches.

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This Sunday is my time to finally turn my losing streak around. I am so sick of people judging me and telling me that I'm not good enough. When you playback all of the matches I have competed in, I have proven that I am more than capable of being the best wrestler on the bombshell wrestler. Losses will happen. I don't have to like them but I will accept them if there is merit to them. My previous outings, there is no merit behind them. One ended with disqualification. The other ended with me not getting pinned. So explain to me how I am supposed to be this loser when I have more talent in my pinky finger than Mercedes Vargas has in her entire body.
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Rose: Whatcha doing babe?

Hannah asks while laying across Ella's back. Ella taps her girl on the hands. Hannah softly kisses Ella on her cheek.

Singleton: You better be careful with that before you atart something you can't finish.

Ella jokes as Hannah pokes out her lip. Ella shakes her head as Hannah notices a picture of Crystal posted on Ella's dartboard.

Rose: Who the hell is this ugly bitch?

Ella laughs as she glances over at her dartboard. She sees Hannah pointing at it as Ella just shrugs her shoulder.

Singleton: That is Crystal insert last name here. She is one of the spotlight hogs I look to send to the cleaners. I'm facing her cow face this Sunday.

Hannah shutters while sitting on the bed.

Rose: I am not sure if it's her hair or her face but she is hideous.

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You know it's a good day when my girlfriend is talking bad about your opponent. She isn't wrong when you think about it. Crystal is the second ugliest person on the roster. She is hideous with how she treated her wife all because she wanted another shot at a championship she doesn't deserve. Crystal has been known to stab people in the back when it comes to championship gold. The fact that she can't even settle on a name kind of tells you what her mindset is when you think about it.

I have watched her compete and it's horrid. Crystal has no charisma. She has no true skill. She is just a wannabe actress who turned out to be a never was wrestler. Or is it a has been wrestler who turned out to be a never was actress. I don't care to be honest. I came here with money than Jerry Springer and I aim to continue to make money. Like they keep saying, I am a potential threat to any champion in this company.

Now Crystal, I'm sure you are that I have to bust your head open. This is just about a victory any more. Oh no. It's about me sending a message to that large snake who hides from true competition. If you think for a second I am intimidated by an over hyped wrestler then think again. Crystal couldn't intimidate a goat. So what makes you think she could intimidate me. I will overpower her. I will out run her. I will out wrestler her. I will make her sorry ass look ten times better because that's what I do. Jessie Salco ought to be thanking me for providing her with cheap heat.

Crystal, I will snap you in half. I don't give two ducks about you. You will find out the hard way that I don't play games. I will prove that you and Mercedes are nothing more than Legendary Failures.

After Sunday, your failures will be more than you bargained for. It's time for the Duchess of Florida too blast you into next week.

 
<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.

 

<p align=right>The following is off camera

It's a quarter past two in the afternoon as Ella Singleton is pacing back and forth. Her cell phone is sitting on her desk as her left palm is resting against her forehead.

"That is not what we had discussed Rain," shouts Ella as she is seen rubbing her forehead. Rain is her business partner who was on vacation. She was supposed to return but wants to take an extra week. Ella is feeling a lot of pressure as her fall line is just about ready to launch.

Besides being a professional wrestler, Ella is a very successful fashion designer with help from Rain and her worker monkeys.

"I know we only discussed me taking one week off but I really need a couple more," explains Rain as she is sitting on the edge of boat dock with a glass of coke with honey bourbon mixed inside it. Ella takes a deep breath and let's it out slowly. "There isn't enough time for you to take another vacation Rain. I'm not going to be doing all of this by myself," whines Ella. Ella could feel the tensions started to grow through the phone as a heavy breath comes through the receiver.

"Fine! I'll be there on Monday," says Rain. Ella senses a heavy tone underneath those words but before she can comment on it. Her agent Carter King is standing in her doorway. "Oh great," she mutters. "What?" asks Rain. Ella looks at Carter. "Give me a second Rain," she says before pressing the mute button on her Bluetooth earpiece.

"What do you want Carter?" she asks while walking towards her phone. "You know exactly why I am here Ella?" he answers. Ella picks up her cell phone and places it against her other ear. "I'll call you back Rain. The buzzkill just walked in," she says before hanging up the phone. She also unhooks her earpiece from around her ear and tosses it onto the desk.

"Couldn't this shit wait?" she wondered. "You know your brother isn't going to wait until you pay him back," answers Carter. Ella sighs. "Why do I need to pay him back? He offered to help fund my business and my training," says Ella. Carter King is a very respected sports agent who was hired by Ella several years ago after she started training to be a professional wrestler. He is also employees by her wealthy brother Leroy as an advocate between him and Ella.

"Your brother doesn't think you will pay him back due to your track record," states Carter. Ella chuckles a bit as she walks toward her closet door. She twists the handle as it pops open. "My track record? He is the only one who is crying about it. Besides, he didn't have to give me the money in the first place," she says. She rummages through the miscellaneous items hiding inside her closet. Carter is standing there with one arm crossed in front of his chest while running his other hand across his chin.

"What are you doing?" he asks. "I'm looking for something," she answers with a smirk on her face. Carter lifts one eyebrow as Ella pulls out a black, leather shoulder strap attached to a big duffel bag. No words are shared as Carter realizes what bag it is and Ella just gives him a quick nod.

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<p align=left>MATCH PROMO

Sin City Wrestling, the biggest promotion in the city of Las Vegas, have decided to bring in the floundering Honor Wrestling. Sure, everyone can call it a merger but let's be real. It's just another way for Las Vegas to prove to be the most boring city in all of America. Now, I'm not upset because I just signed with Honor before it decided to fold. I'm just making a point that nothing can match the beautifulness that is Ocala, Florida.

This upcoming Climax Control marks my official debut for Sin City Wrestling and it's a rematch for the Honor Legacy Championship. How quaint? My first match is a title opportunity. Can you say de ja vu? It's almost like my debut for Honor Wrestling where I outlasted seven other pimple covered sluts to become #1 Contender. Everyone had no clue who I was but after that night my name was remembered on their lips. Now, I get the chance to right a wrong that occurred at Zero Hero.

I bet Jessie Salco is running around trying to tell anyone who would listen that I don't deserve this match. She probably thinks since I lost that I should be placed at the back of the line. I guess no one cared because they realized having the Duchess of Florida on the card was money in the bank. Besides, I know your history when it comes to holding championships here in SCW. You tend to lose them faster than you can win them. Seeing how this is your first title defense while on SCW soil, I bet you are going to fold up like a steel chair.

It's no secret that you have a slight advantage due to your experience but that means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. Experience is good if you know how to use it. Otherwise, it's just another trinket to you just like that belt you carry around. Also since you are basically the maid for Amy Marshall, I wonder how long before she gets tired of you. I mean you are mediocre at best in the ring. Your voice leaves something to be desired and your taste in music is awful.

So I am going to do the entire world a favor and put you out of your misery. My skills are way beyond your comprehension. My abilities will amaze you. My passion can't be denied. I am a champion and I will finally take my place in history. I just hope you can handle it.

So Jessie you can forget about me wishing you luck because that's not going to help you. You will need a miracle and I doubt that will even happen. Mainly because THE DUCHESS HAS ARRIVED.

See your ass on Sunday bitch.