[Christian Underwood]

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[Alicia Lukas]

You never know just what will break you
Until you're picking up the pieces
Never know just what will break you
Until your world, it falls apart
Never know how small your voice is
Until you're screaming at the silence
Never know how small your voice is
Until you're arguing
Arguing with god

Scene Two-He wormed his way back…
Off Camera
New York City, Mercy General Hospital
18 Months Ago

Alicia stood at the door staring at it for what seemed like an eternity. Her bright blue eyes locked on it like a target. Her hand shaking as she swallowed hard. The various other visitors, patients, doctors, and nurses in the hospital seemed to stare at her noticing her trepidation. Alicia took one sharp breath in and opened the door stepping in. The blinds were drawn, it was dark in the room but still enough like to see. Monitors all around beeped and moved. Alicia sighed and worked up the courage to look up finding her father Jason Maxwell in the bed.

His muscular seven-foot frame barely contained on the extra large specially designed medical bed. Wires hung off him, a few IV’s connected to each arm kept him hydrated. Alicia’s heart sank. She had all intentions of staying angry at him. The man who walked out of her life over and over. The man who kept breaking her heart more than anyone else. But there he was. A man she had always seen as a strong giant, now laying in bed looking old and fragile. Alicia shook her head and tried to stay composed as Jason shot her a small smile. “Hey kid….” His voice was still deep but nowhere near as strong as normal. The normal boom that would come from his chest replaced by an almost hushed whisper. Alicia stepped forward and bit her bottom lip. A clear sign she was nervous and concerned. One of her many tells when life got awkward.  

“ Hey D-...Jason…. “ She swallowed. She knew using his name would hurt. She knew what he wanted to hear but she stayed cold. Her face not betraying her as she buried the emotions deep down. The anger, the frustration was pushed forward as her empathy, love, and concern became a pit of ash in her stomach and burned away.  “So, any reason why you never called me?. Why you’ve been here for two weeks. Not just in a hospital but one that is literally 20 minutes away from my house?.”  Her voice was filled with venom, her words spit out short and harsh as she stared at him. Her eyes giving no feeling, no kindness or love. Jason seemed to look away for a moment and sigh deeply.

He took in a deep breath and raised his eyebrows trying to calm the situation. “You told me last time we talked that you didn’t want me to bother you” Alicia’s head snapped sideways with a loud scoff as she threw her hands in the air stepping forward closer to the bed. Cause YOU keep leaving. YOU keep walking out of my life expecting me to just let you back in. But this?. You’re in the hospital. And not just for a regular in and out stay and check up...Two weeks. Two weeks you’ve been here, Three weeks ago you approached me in Japan and now here you are back in New York and you couldn’t just call me?” Alicia shakes her head a moment and pulls her hands to her face. Jason just laid there staring, he opened his mouth but nothing came out. A few moments passed and Alicia laughed to herself before continuing.

”You have done nothing but make excuses Jason. I let a guy treat me like shit, and beat me and hit me. He is the reason why I may NEVER have another child. Ronnie could have killed me. And you weren’t there. Then I ran to a foreign country with some stupid idea and dream that if I became a wrestler like my dear old dad you’d care. I came back and hooked up with Jacob, then Chris, Then Sean...and then Travis. Even Kaden Kessler. Each one of them I was looking for love and acceptance and each one in their own way just took what they wanted from me and left me like I was NOTHING….” Alicia’s hands shake as her voice raises. A nurse opens the door and Jason puts his hand up and shakes his head. They slowly back out of the room as Alicia’s face turns red from anger, hot tears roll down her cheeks as she starts to pace. Jason stays silent letting his daughter go. “Cass fucked me up on drugs, Cane trapped me into a marriage while he drank and cheated on me, Sean was an emotional terrorist, Travis loved me but I pushed him away and his own abandonment issue really didn’t go well with mine and Kaden?...well fuck Daddy Kaden is the only guy who had the balls to be honest with me and my issues...they’re the reason why he didn’t want me….IT ALL COMES BACK TO YOU…”

Alicia shook and tried to calm herself down. Jason sat up a little and winced in obvious pain. His arms quivering as he holds his upper bodies weight before adjusting. ”I will take the blame for walking out,m I’ll even admit I have never been the best father. I didn’t know how to be darlin’. I still don’t. I have no idea if anything I do is right. But your choices are on you, Violet. I wasn’t there to help guide you. But you still made the decisions. I love you, I do but you need to take control of your life and just think….stop trying to get love from others….love yourself…” Alicia goes to say something but stops sliding her hands in the pockets of her jeans with a deep sigh. She looks out the window and calms down before speaking. Her voice a lot lighter and calmer with a hint of emotion.


”That was really cliched. And, I guess true...and that is the most fatherly thing you’ve ever done.” There was a silence over the two, Jason reached over grabbing a folder bringing it onto his lap opening it up. He slid it towards Alicia who picked it up reading it over as her heart skipped a beat.” Daddy...why are you handing me a will?....are you?...”

Alicia swallows hard and looks at the document before placing it on the bedside table. She slowly looks over at Jason and shakes her head, tears forming in her eyes. Her hand reached out grabbing him, he takes it and smiles, after a few moments Alicia leans down and hugs him tight. Jason gives her a squeeze and sighs

Scene Three-Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams
On Camera
Las Vegas, Nevada
Present Day

Alicia looked down on the strip from her high rise hotel room. The Gold Coast Casino had been accommodating. Alicia had flown in the day before, ready for a few weeks of promotion and training before Inception 3. The Clash Of Champions. An event that felt huge, it felt epic. And she was in the main event with Dani Weston. It meant a lot, it meant progress, it meant importance and gravitas. It meant reflection.

”You know, when I was a little girl I romanticized all this. Professional wrestling was this huge traveling circus, this wonderful world where fans would chant your name and you’d always be remembered. But what you didn’t see in the ring, the world of pyro and cheers was the struggle that you go through to learn and to push yourself. See seven years ago I was a silly little blond haired blue eyed child with a dream. I walked out of my home, away from the life I was forced into. Away from the man my mother was forcing me to marry. I left and wanted to follow in my dear old daddies footsteps. See, unlike my brother and sister, I remember the day he left. I remember seeing him walk out that door. But I had also grown up with an overbearing, judgemental mother.”

“She wanted me to be a pretty little beauty queen and debutant who learned how to be a sweet little wifey.”

“Seen and not heard.”

“A mother, wife, woman of leisure.”

“The problem with all that was Ronnie. The man she forced me into a relationship with. He was a charming, smiling, rich young man who was also a mommas boy who treated women like slaves. He grew up thinking his wife would be that way. He was also taught the good old southern way of “marital discipline”. So one night. I packed my shit and left. I left the money, I left the lifestyle. I left my sons with their father. I went to Japan…..”

Alicia chuckles to herself as her mind flashed back to those days. Her long blond hair flowed down her back and shoulders as she tilted her head watching the human traffic on the streets of Vegas. She took a deep breath and continued, relaxing.

”I thought I knew what it was to do this. I thought I knew the fight, the struggle. But I was wrong. My last name meant nothing. I didn’t even use it. And when people found out who my father was, doors slammed in my face instead of stayed open. Not that I gave a shit. I made my own way and for five years I worked my ass off in Japan. I got concussions, broken bones, torn ligaments and I worked through all of that to become the best. And then, when I came home...when I stepped foot back on American soil, I got told it meant NOTHING. I got all my accomplishments, all my struggles, MY ENTIRE LIFE erased. Because it didn’t happen in the USA….”

“I had to start from square one. And I did. Happily as a matter of fact. I looked at women's wrestling in the United States and I felt a sense of disgust. Sometimes I still do. See, a lot of the talk here was and is about whose dick they’re sucking, or what woman is with who. Whereas for the most part, I’m all about who wants to punch who’s head in.Now, I don’t tell you all this because I want you to feel bad for me or I want you to “understand” my struggles. I say this because when a smart ass like Dani Weston, says “blah blah blah” about my history and who I am all because “she knows” it pisses me off cause truth be told. Danielle Weston doesn’t know shit.”

“I came back to the US and got told I was nothing. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. Done, Finished. I got made to feel like a second-class citizen behind women like Courtney fucking Leinart. I was told that women’s wrestlers in the US were tougher and that I was going to have a hard time in the ring. Then when I got in there I dominated EVERYONE. I walked into WWH and I took their version of the Bombshells title, a belt they didn’t give a shi9t about and I made it mean something. I changed its name I changed the culture and I changed everyone's minds. Then I come to SCW and find out that a stupid name like that still exists and not only does it exist but women like Vargas, Santino, Hilton, and Weston wear it proudly like a fucking badge?. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?...”

“I’m not a bombshell. I’m a professional wrestler. A damn good one too. Many would say I’m the best. That’s not even an arrogant boast that’s the truth. The reaction from the fans, the people on twitter and most people on the roster when I join a company is legendary.

Alicia pauses for a moment and scoffs, she stands up and folds her arms over her black shirt, her bright blue eyes turning towards the camera breaking the “fourth wall” as she shoots off a rather arrogant grin, her cherry red lips curling up.

”And SCW was no different. While the rest of the women’s roster from Honor was met with a yawn, people seemed genuinely happy I was here. Even the members of management wanted me here. And this match was put out there. Inception 3, the clash of champions right?. Well, make no mistake. I am a champion. I am a dominant champion. I beat Mercedes, I beat Crystal, I beat Jesse. I have beaten so many of SCW’s legends and former champions. And now here I am ready to face Dani Weston, the latest in a long line of talented women who have failed to grab the brass ring while simultaneously dropping the ball….”

“And yes Danielle. You heard right. I am giving you respect for being talented. Shit, you are a great wrestler. You are a champion. But what have you done to elevate women’s wrestling?. What have you done to elevate the title or yourself?. Is it any wonder I walked into this company and suddenly that title is the main event?. This isn’t the first time I have main evented a major show to defend my title. Won’t be the last either. But, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Sure, I have been in big matches, big stakes and titles on the line and all that. But this match is for so much more. This match is the first chance people are going to have to see the new and improved women's division in SCW. This won’t be about being a “bombshell” this will be about competition.”

“Who is the best?”

“Who is the toughest?”

“These are questions I hope to answer. I want to remake the women’s division in my image. I want to take that bombshells title. Add it to my Honor title and make it the Sin City Wrestling Women’s World title. I want to take that championship and defend it everywhere against everyone. I want to make the division a permanent main event and beat the men at their own game. Tell me Dani, is that what you’re going to do?. Is that what you want?. Maybe deep down it is. But I haven’t seen anything like that from you. A few weeks ago I was forced to team with Jesse Salco against you and Marlowe. And no Dani, Jesse and I were never and have ever been a popular long-running tag team. Jesse said we teamed a few times, meaning twice and you took that and ran with it spouting off bullshit.”

“But that night...you and Marlowe did get the win...despite the fact Sam Marlowe showed her stupidity and ignorance not even knowing who the HONOR CHAMPION IS…”

Alicia rolls her eyes and shakes her head and the stupidity of it all.

”But, you have a win over me. And to uneducated people that means you have an advantage over me right?. But you and I both know that isn’t true. Jesse took the pin, Jesse was the weak link. Jesse LET ME DOWN. But this is you and me. One on one. No tag partners. No others, just us. And I realize I’ve gone on a little here and GOD FORBID I promote our match right?. See before our tag match Dani you actually said that here in SCW you don’t bore people with words. So tell me, my matches where I’ve won, and my actions when I beat the shit out of you. Was that boring?. Better yet, you said I had the “audacity” to call myself SCW. Actually honey. It was one of OUR bosses who said that. On social media. In front of everyone. Mercedes Vargas threw a tantrum about it.”

“I didn’t say it until he did…”

“So you want to have an issue with it. Go to Christian, Mark, and Brooke and throw your little tantrum to them. Cause you will have a hell of a lot to complain about soon.”

“Throw away all the bullshit the tag match, the attacks the fact you’re a hypocrite and an idiot and what are we left with?. You, the bombshells champion, Miss SCW. The 24-year old who wants to cement her legacy and give the fans a show they’ll never forget against me. A woman who has been around the world and tasted success everywhere. A woman who is proud of her accomplishments and has a huge chip on her shoulder. We are the main event of SCW and we will beat the hell out of each other. I know damn well you will put all your heart and soul into this match. I know that when the dust settles and all is said and done neither of us will be left wanting….Inception 3 will be a show to be remembered...and while you will fight, and claw and struggle...you’ll end up realizing the same thing that everyone else does...I really am that good. I’m not just hype...and I am the fucking champion….

(I hate thew coding on these boards.)

[Dani]

 Let’s take a step back in time for a moment, shall we? As it’s been a minute since Danielle Weston has been on your Television Screens. The night was Climax Control 224; it was meant to be a normal night at work and by normal, that meant anything could happen, it was the world of wrestling after all. Danielle wasn’t booked for a match but didn’t mean she wasn’t going to show up it had been her goal since becoming Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion to always be apart of the show in the ring, backstage you name it she was trying to live up to the greats that had held this championship before her and didn’t want to let anyone down especially the fans.

It was a rather successful night for Sin City Wrestling and everything was running smoothly, that was until Danielle was taken off guard by Honor Champion Alicia Lukas and her pesky off sider in the legacy champion Jessie Salco decided to send a message to the champions of Sin City Wrestling. That’s when they decided to use the current World Bombshell Champion to be the canvas, they could paint a message on towards all of the others whom would be defending their thrones at Inception III. To be honest, Danielle should have seen it coming. It wasn’t unlike Jessie to be involved in this sort of behaviour backstage, but truth be told she thought Alicia would have held herself in a higher regard. It just goes to show that not everyone is who them seem at times, especially in this sport.

No one had come to Dani’s rescue as Sammi Marlowe was off site paying tribute to the troops while London Underground were else where recovering from their earlier defeat. Heck they could have left the building for all Danielle knew as they had important business to attend to at the casino. Fenris was enjoying himself from the crowd whilst Ty was business getting himself ready for his title defence. Danielle couldn’t and didn’t blame any of them for not being there, even if people liked to remind her that she was left laid out on broken catering table with not a single soul in sight looking to make a save. It was a bitter pill to swallow but it was a needed wake up call the champion needed.

She wasn’t going to take this out of the people who could have helped her, no Danielle wasn’t like that instead she was going to make Alicia suffer at Inception III when she pried the Honor Women’s Championship out of her cold dead fingers and unify it with her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship. That right there, pinning Alicia and taking her claim to fame was going to be all the revenge that Danielle needed. There was no need for a return attack, there was no need for a well-thought-out payback tour, no Danielle was going to buy her time and strike while the fire was hot.

Inception III would be her day in the sun, Inception III would be her night of nights, Inception III was going to the night where the little girl from Daytona, who many have given up on or have counted out was going to be the last one standing. She was going to be the champion of champions when it came to the Honor Women’s Champion and Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion and nothing and NO ONE was going to take that moment away from her.

Danielle had worked too hard for this, she had defended her championship up until this moment and there was little Alicia Lukas could do to try and destroy that. After all it wasn’t just the thought of revenge coursing through her veins. Dani would have the eyes of the whole world on her come Inception III, she didn’t have time to slip up. She couldn’t sit back and let this attack derail all of her hard work. She couldn’t let Alicia and Jessie’s insecurities about their Championship reigns forge any insecurities of her own.

The whole world was going to be watching at Inception III after all it was a historical night. It wasn’t just the pressure of defending her championship she had to contend with, it was knowing that people like Mark Ward and Christian Underwood would be counting on her to make the winning pinfall. It was the past champions like Odette Stevens, Mercedes Vargas, Vixen Staggs, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall, Samantha Marlowe, Delia Darling, Melody Grace, Evie Baang and Mikah Green who would be tuning in to make sure that their legacies still lived on through the victorious Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion and that role, that weight of the world position was now resting on the shoulders of Danielle May Weston there wasn’t a single second she could waste in the lead up to Inception III she had to be on top of her game. Danielle had to be the shining star that she knew she could be, and she had to be the one to lead Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Division in this war of Honor.

Only then once the final bells tolls and Danielle is able to walk away the victor will she forgive what Alicia and Jessie did to her, after all it was the nature of this business, she worked in. Yet, Danielle would never forget what they did to her, because in the weirdest way possible their attack was just the lesson that Dani needed to open her eyes a little wider when it came to her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship reign. That attacks or challengers could come out of nowhere and Danielle made a promise to herself, to keep her eyes open and be ready for anything and anyone in this business… but like fresh milk, the cream always rises to the top and in two weeks’ time at Inception III one arm will be getting raised in victory and that arm belongs to Danielle May Weston.

Danielle had to establish herself to the world, confirm to the haters that she belonged her all while she defended herself and defended her World Bombshell Championship. So, she could honor the company she loved that being Sin City Wrestling, all the while proving herself worthy in this sport that she worshipped.

~~

Flashback
Friday the 21st of December;
Healing is an art, it takes time, it takes practice, it takes love - Pavana

It was five days after her attack backstage at Climax Control, her face was still swollen while the small gash at the bridge of Danielle’s nose was still red, but at lest the skin had started to heal itself back together. Even know the dark circles around her eyes made her look more vampire and less human Danielle had managed to get herself up out if bed and head into the Golden Ring Casino. It was against Nick’s orders, but Danielle had managed to talk Mackenzie into letting her come in for the morning shift. To be honest Kenz didn’t see the big deal of her working, it had been five days since the incident and she knew that Danielle would have been itching to get back to work. It wasn’t as if she was on her death bed, but Nick was a little more reserved about it all he knew what head knocks could lead to, so he was only looking out for her.

Danielle didn’t waste a single second as she clocked in and headed straight to the main bar, it was her main station when she was at work and she knew with her time away there would be a mess that needed her attention. It wasn’t that Lacey her co-bar manager couldn’t handle it while Danielle was away, it was just the little Daytona Beach Diva was, well a little bit of a brat when it came to making sure everything was neat and tidy and in the right spot, just the way she liked it. It was one of her many quirks, some called it OCD, but Danielle just enjoyed knowing that everything was going to be where it should be, because it had a spot and when things weren’t put back in order that really pushed her buttons.

As the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion was busy at work, she rearranged the bottles, tidied up the glasses and moved on to making sure that the equipment they used was still in good working order. It was her job to make sure the bar was always at one hundred percent operation, because if one minor thing was broken or unworkable that would throw the rest of the shift out. It also lad to them not being able to provide a certain service to their customers, which in time meant unhappy clientele meant bad reviews, bad press and negativity spreads like wildfire and Danielle couldn’t have any of that falling on her shoulders not when she had seen how much Daniel, Osbourne, Mackenzie and Charlotte had put into this place.

Danielle ducked and weaved between the service staff as they took the customers orders and made them drinks as she did her best not to disrupt them as they worked tirelessly making sure the drinks kept following and the money kept pouring into the tills. Less disruptions meant faster service which in time meant more customers could be served meaning more money could go through the system, making Daniel one very happy and smiley man.

It was just second nature to Danielle to make sure that things ran smoothly when she was on shift as it meant that she was doing her job well and that Daniel and Nick would keep her around and lord knows that she still needed the extra money she was getting paid. Working the bar was keeping her promise to her sick mother afloat and paying off the rent at her last rental off. Even though her head rested on a pillow in Aron and Fenris’ condo, Danielle still had to pay for the damages that were cased by her Ex Eli at her last place of residence and honestly at this point she didn’t see an end insight for all the money that left her account on a weekly basis.

As she was busy tinkering away behind the bar, Danielle was unaware that Daniel and Nick had made their way over towards her. The lines behind the bar had all but died down at it was that awkward hour in the morning where people were still on a high from the night before or they accepting their defeat and heading off for the night with one last drink of misery to try and warm their spirits.

“Why are you here?” a loud gruff tone was casted in Danielle’s direction as Nick looked at her with narrowed eyes. “I told you not to come back until next week.” His tone was bitter as if he was offended that she had disobeyed his command.

Daniel looked at Nick who was clenching his jaw, his teeth buckled down on top of each other. He knew what it was about but now wasn’t the place to be bringing it up in front of everyone.

“Relax, Nicky…” Daniel said with a grin on his face. “A little bump on the head wasn’t going to keep Dans down for long.” He offered her a wink.

Danielle just turned to look at her bosses with an innocent smile on her face. She could see the anger on Nick’s face and that was something new to her. It was unlike the smiling grit to have a look of madness on his face, as he was the fun-loving boss that enjoyed joking around with the staff. Well that’s what Danielle thought anyways, she didn’t know who Nick really was or what he was capable of as she didn’t know the secret business that he often had his hands dirty with.  It was Daniel who was the serious one out of the two but for some reason he was smiling from ear to ear today, as if he had just won the lottery.

“Okay.” Danielle said confused. “What’s going on?” She looked between the two. “Why is the good cop bad and the bad cop good?” Taking her fleshly bottom lip into her mouth she bit down on it, trying to figure out what was going on before her.

“I just don’t like it when people can’t follow simple instructions.” Nick snarled back, he still wasn’t pleased that Danielle was back at work so soon after her attack.

“And here we thought you liked bad girls who don’t listen to authority figures.” Danielle chuckled as she gave him a little tongue in cheek humour, but the stern look on Nick’s face said it all he wasn’t playing. “I’m fine.” She quickly reassured him. “I’ve got a doctors clearance certificate in my bag if you need proof?” her eyes lit up as she made eye contact with his clear blues. “Look at you… being all caring and stuff.” Danielle blushed as she spoke.

“I don’t care.” Nick said harshly. “I don’t care for sick people coming to work and putting others at risk.” He rolled his tongue across his dry lips that were begging for moisture.

“That’s enough.” Daniel raised his right hand up to stop Danielle in mid defence mode. “It’s like I’m running a day care sometimes.” He shook his head from side to side.

Nick just rolled his eyes at Daniel’s comment while Danielle glared towards Nick unsure why he was being so weird towards her. It didn’t take long for an awkward silence to fall between the group. Danielle just picked up the closest blue dish cloth and was about to start wiping down the bar top, but Daniel reached out and placed his hand on top of hers.  

“Leave that for Lacey.” He said with a smile. “Nick and I came down here because we need to talk to you.” The smile faded to a firm look across his face.

His hand moved from hers as Daniel placed it back in his pocket, before he ushered himself away from the bar walking off towards the stair case that lead up to the offices. Nick followed Daniel, whilst Dani rounded the bar and followed them both like a lost little lamb.

“What have you done this time Dani?” Was all she could whisper to herself.

The walk up the stairs was a long one, with Danielle barely wanting to lift her feet with each new level that presented itself. She had no idea what she had done wrong this time, but last time she was up stairs she was apologising to Daniel for being a twit online and she was completely unaware that she was fighting for her right to keep her job. This level was off limits for regular staff members, you only got dragged up here if you deserved a talking to and Danielle couldn’t think for her on life what she had done that would have warranted a performance meeting? The whole way up the stairs Daniel and Nick stayed buttoned lipped, while Dani tried to keep some sort of smile on her face to try and show that she wasn’t nervous about this “talking to.”

Once at the top of the stairs, Daniel ushered Danielle in the direction of his office as Nick opened the door and watched her take a step inside. Yet, as Danielle looked into what she thought was going to be an empty office she was in fact taken back to see Mackenzie, Charlotte and Osbourne standing in there waiting for her. Turning back to look at Nick, Danielle could see the hardened look on his face had melted to the cheesy smile that was normally housed upon his face. While Daniel had taken a few moments to whack a Santa hat on top of his head, for what was about to take place.

“Merry Christmas.” He said with a smile, before he slammed the door shut.

Danielle, Kenz and Charley all looked at Daniel with massive smiles on their faces as they tried their hardest not to let out a laugh in his direction.

‘If you laugh, you’re fired… you got that?” He said while looking in Danielle’s direction.

Needless to say, Danielle was the one finding it the hardest to keep her lips together and stopping a roaring laugh to come spilling from her mouth. Yet, she knew Daniel wasn’t joking. Mackenzie and Charlotte didn’t have to fight for their spot in the casino because they were family to Daniel and he would never get rid of them, Danielle on the other hand was still on the outer of what London Underground was really known for.

“Guys, I thought we agreed that we would exchange our secret Santa gifts next week?” Danielle said with concern. “Because I left mine at home and I don’t want to be the grinch who looks like she didn’t get her person anything.” She started to panic, and her voice was displaying her nerves.

“Relax.” Mackenzie said with a smile. “The secret Santa draw was rigged.” She rolled her eyes while she looked directly at Nick who was now chuckling.

“Conveniently… everyone drew out Nick’s name?” Charley said unamused as she rolled her eyes towards her friend. “I mean we shouldn’t be surprised... consider the fool can only spell his own name.” She gave Nick a nudge as she spoke.

Nick didn’t say anything to defend himself her just put his hands up in innocent. Truth be told everyone in this room knew he wasn’t dumb, but he did like to mess around and play a few pranks here and there. If he was as dumb as everyone said he was, he wouldn’t been hired by Daniel, nor would he be in the position that he is in. So, Danielle knew that under his big bad boy facade that there was more to him that meets the eye.

“Good one Nick.” Dani said with a smile. “Now I have to go back to the Harley shop and get hit on again to return you stupid gift.” She shuddered at that thought, she never wanted to go back to that horrible place.

“Hey now, let’s not be hasty and start returning gifts… that’s very UNChristmassy.” The trademark smirk was on his face once again as he was trying to still get away with his gifts.

The sound of Daniel clearing his throat stopped the children from bickering, as he walked around the group handing out white envelopes to each and everyone of them. As the group stood around in a somewhat circle, they all looked down at the gift that was in their hands. Not a single one of them daring enough to open the white folds of paper. Daniel looked around the group a little perplexed before he let out another cough to clear his airways.

“if you’re waiting for an invitation or some grand speech, it ain’t going to happen.” Daniel said with a firm and direct look in his eyes. “So, go on.” His hand rolled forward as if to hurry them up. “Get crackin’ so I can take this god-awful hat off my head.”

The group did as they were instructed and one by one, they opened their envelopes to reveal a Christmas card and each and everyone’s Christmas card read a similar message, but Dani’s read the following. “Dear Danielle, Merry Christmas and happy holidays. This is just a token of our appreciation here at The Golden Ring Casino. We wouldn’t be where we are today, without your hard work and dedication. This is your piece of the pie… Regards, Daniel E Morgan.  

“Needless to say, I don’t have to ask you all to keep this between ourselves.” Daniel made his point strong. “The rest of the staff will get their bonuses closer to Christmas.” He looked around the room. “The figures on each vary depending on your work ethic and contribution to the casino and should not be discussed. Am I clear?” He looked toward them all.

They all nodded as the checked their amounts that were written on the cheques that were inside their envelopes. Mackenzie and Charlotte smirked at one another before they rubbed their hands together. It didn’t take them long to walk towards Daniel and offer him a hug for his generosity. Meanwhile Osbourne looked at his figure with a smirk on his face before stepping forward to offer Daniel a handshake. Nick opened his to see that there was nothing in his card.

“HEY.” He barked out. “What is this bullshit?” He said jokingly as he dropped a picture of Daniel’s middle finger out of his card.  

“It’s what you deserve for rigging the Secret Santa draw, ya tart.” Daniel said with a smirk.

Nick mumbled to himself as he picked up the picture of Daniel’s middle finger and chuckled to himself. Meanwhile Danielle was staring blankly at the figure that was written on her cheque in her hands. It took her a while to let the number sink in as she had to do a double take, followed by a fury of blinks to make sure she was reading the $9000 correctly. It was like she was learning to read all over again as her brain tried to make sense of the numbers. The last blink was followed by a silent puddle of tears that started to pool in the bottom of her eyes and before she knew it, they were cascading down her face.

“You alright Dani?” Mackenzie looked towards her first concerned by her reaction.

She was frozen stiff in her position and even though she wanted to scream and shout, her body wouldn’t allow her to move. Danielle was stunned by Daniel’s and the casino’s generosity and right now she felt like she was on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory as she held on to the golden ticket for dear life.

“Hello, Earth to Danielle” Charlotte snapped her fingers in front of the brunettes face, trying to get her to return to the land of the living.

Danielle could hear the thumping of her heart drumming inside her as she slowly shifted her eyes from the number and back up to the group of people who were now all staring at her. The group couldn’t tell what was going through her mind right now, all they could see was that she was speechless, and Daniel couldn’t read if that was a good or bad thing. Reaching across towards her Osbourne offered her a hankie that he pulled out of his top pocket. Danielle just took it and she gently wiped her eyes before she licked her lips to bring some movement to them.

“Iiiii…” She started to fumble as she spoke. “Iiii never…” a loud swallow quickly followed. “Oh my…” She was talking in two words as she tried to find the right ones to say. “Wow...” Her right hand came up and covered her mouth. “You have no idea what this means to me. I’m so…” the tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. “This is freedom.” She wiped her eyes.

The group just looked at her, unsure on what to do or say at this time but they didn’t have to say a word as Danielle quickly explained herself.

“This pays for my old rental… and it’s the bond for a new place, my own place. A nice place… A safe place.” She was describing, she did that when she was shocked. “Not that living with A and K hasn’t been the best, it really has… it’s just… I feel bad because Aron is on the couch.” Tears followed again as she looked down at her figure. “I… I really don’t deserve this.” Her bottom lip wobbled like jelly.

“You do.” Nick said with a genuine smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen bar lady work as hard as you do.” He offered her a compliment. “Just don’t tell Lacey that… I don’t want her to gut me in my sleep.” He said with a chuckle.

“You can finally get rid of the bad memory of your Ex, Dani bear and move forward.” Mackenzie said with a blazing smile in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about the sting of the rent and the damages anymore and you can focus on moving forward, one foot in front of the other.” She scooped Danielle into her side giving her a hug.

“Not only that, when you get your new place… you can bring home that hunk you’ve been seeing on and off and well… you won’t have to worry about disturbing the neighbours.” Charlotte said with a frisky grin on her face. “or have to listen to Ty and K move furniture around” She was using the bunny rabbit ears, so everyone knew what she was hinting at.

Osbourne coughed as if he didn’t want to picture what he was picturing in his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t agree on Ty and Fenris because he didn’t care it was just, he didn’t need the mental picture of the two of them butt naked, after all Fenris has been a long-time friend of his. Charlotte joined in on the hug, as did Osbourne before Danielle stepped back and looked towards Daniel.

“Thank you so much.” That was all she could say.

Before Daniel could say anything in return Danielle had wrapped her arms around his waist for a bear hug. She didn’t care that it was most likely inappropriate she needed him to know what this meant to her. Daniel just rested his hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.

“You worked hard for it Dans.” He said with an awkward smile.

Sensing that she had over stepped the mark, Dani gave him one final squeeze before she released the grip from around his waist.

“I’m sorry… I just… thank you.” Her words were all jumbled again as she tried to find the right ones to say.

Daniel just gave her a little nod as if to say that he knew what she meant, and no disrespect was intended by her hug. It didn’t take long for Nick to step up with open arms in search of his hug, seeing as Danielle had hugged everyone else in the room.

“Hey.” He chuckled. “Where’s mine?” He said with his smart arse look on his face.

Danielle just rolled her hazel eyes before she stepped into his open arms, taking the hug that was on offer. Nick didn’t close his arms around her back as he remembered his warning – Danielle was off limits and Nicky George couldn’t trust himself around her at times. She was like the forbidden fruit that notch on his bed post he will never have and that was crippling for his ego.

“Alright, let’s celebrate.” Mackenzie burst the silence in the room with the sound of a cork being popped from a champagne bottle.

Danielle just moved away from Nick, before she looked over her shoulder to look at Mackenzie.

“I can’t celebrate. I have to get back to work.” Those words surprised herself as Danielle had all but forgotten that she had rostered herself on today.

“Ahh.” Charlotte kicked off. “I think you’ll find that you’re not due back until next week.” That blistering smile was on her face.

“Yeah, no one wants to be served by the lady with a messed-up face.” Kenz fired back wildly as she poured out some glasses to celebrate.

“You’re the one that said I could come in to work today.” Danielle said confused as she looked towards Mackenzie.

“Just my wild trick to get your arse down here today so we could exchange gifts.” She said with a wink.

Osbourne started to hand out the long-stemmed Champagne glasses, until everyone in the room had one in their hands. With a simple clink of the all the glasses together the team that helped build The Golden Ring Casino celebrated with a simple drink to all their hard work and dedication to getting this beast of a project off the ground.

Even though Danielle wasn’t a financial backing for the casino no one could deny the work she had put into the place and not the mention the draw she was when she was working behind that bar. Sales were on fire when she was on shift and it wasn’t just because she could make a mad martini, it helped that she was soft, sweet and beautiful something the men liked to look at, women liked to take selfies with and talk girl talk with, while wrestling fans marvelled at her. Danielle Weston was a wildcard that helped kick off the business and she would be just as useful once London Underground’s next venture kicked off just in time for Inception III. The sport’s bar to end all other sport’s bars, but you’ll have to stay tuned to see how that turns out.

The rest of the day was spent celebrating with her Casino/Wrestling family as the group shared laughs and stories about their past Danielle couldn’t help but feel lucky to have the five amazing people standing in front of her in her life. At work she was supported and at home she felt loved by her two adopted brothers in Kristjan and Aron for without those boys she would be homeless and especially without Fenris she would still be in the vicious cycle with her ex-boyfriend. It was a good time to reflect on the year that was 2018 for young Danielle, it was a year she made progress in her wrestling career with leaps and strides all with the help of Odette, Gabriel, Synn and Despy, it was also the year she had made life lone friends and now she was just weeks out from a new year and a fresh new start all because of her hard work and her beautiful support network she had surrounding her.  

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Current day
Thursday the 4th of January;
Take the risk or lose the chance – Kapten & Son

If you asked around backstage about who are some of the most unapproachable people in Sin City Wrestling, there is no doubt there would be a list as long as your arm. With the likes of Fenris, Synn, Lord Raab, Samuel McPherson, Mikah, Evie Jordan and Veronica Taylor just being a few, yet there is one person that arguably would be at the top of everyone’s list James Huntington-Hawkes III. An annoying, spiteful yet driven young man that managed to turn Sin City Wrestling on its head when he led the roster for well over a year as the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.

The same J2H that came in week in and week out and opened the show to ridicule the audience, his opponents and whomever dared to say his name to attract attention. A young boy that entered Sin City Wrestling as a joke, a laughing stock of the men’s roster for years as he struggled to find a win and even being pinned by Angel a stuffed teddy bear of all things… only to turn a complete one eighty and to come out swinging and launching his way to the Heavyweight Championship a bold and calculated move that no one saw coming. The Sin City Wrestling world took notice that day and every day that followed afterwards the momentum for the J2H movement kept growing. The heat that man could create in an arena was enough to leave you blistered but one thing that can’t be sneezed at was his way on working the crowd. Each and every week he had them eating out of the palm of his hands and each and every week that ticked over he got better and better in the ring and on the microphone.

Danielle didn’t agree on sixty percent of the things J2H used to say but she could one hundred percent agree to, that he was the best on the microphone that Sin City Wrestling had ever seen. Whilst training to become a wrestler Danielle would admire the way James worked his magic behind that microphone and since signing up to Sin City Wrestling, she knew if she wanted to be just a smidge like him, she needed to speak with him. Even if it was just for five minutes, she needed to pick his brain and work out what was behind his magic that made him so damn smooth on the microphone, in hopes that she could pick up some of his hints and tips to use it towards growing her persona inside the six-sided ring.

You see Danielle knew she was in great hands when it came to her in ring work and wrestling, she had the best in the world training her in Gabriel and Synn with the occasional helping hand from Odette and Despy. There was no doubt in Danielle’s mind that she was on the right track to become one of the best in Sin City Wrestling history inside those gold ropes but one thing she was evidently lacking was charisma. She didn’t have that pop on the microphone that other champions had. She wasn’t sassy like Alicia Lukas, she wasn’t on point like Sammi Marlowe, she wasn’t as confident as Mercedes Vargas and that was eating her alive. It was obvious that her rustiness on the microphone was the one thing holding her back from reaching her true potential in this business and Danielle was willing to risk it all in an attempt to just gain a little, just the tiniest glimmer of information and hope from the best in the business.

Dani knew she only had one shot at this and well after weeks of being shut down and told no, there was one person willing to work with her, Melody Grace. You see behind James’ back Melody had arranged for Danielle to fly out to Beverly Hills and spend the day and well night in the Huntington-Hawkes mansion. Valuable time she could used to pick the brains of J2H in search of what she was looking for, the chance to tap into the uncharted waters of her charisma, so she could hopefully find her voice in this company and actually start to make some waves when it came to her championship reign.

The Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion was now standing at the front door of J2H and Melody’s residence a place she never in a million years thought she would be standing. She had dressed to impress with a pair of long black jeans, with a soft yellow tank top with a black blazer covering her arms keeping her warm in this brisk California winter wind. Lifting her hand up, Danie’s right index finger came up to press the door bell that sent a soft and whimsical chime ringing through out the Huntington-Hawkes Mansion. It didn’t take long for the sound of heavy footsteps to hit Dani’s ears as Simpson quickly opened the door, with a smile.

“Welcome Ms Weston, Ms Grace has been expecting you.” Simpson said with a bright grin on his face.

He knew exactly what was going on as Melody had let him in on her little plan and well apart of Simpson couldn’t wait to see how James reacted to this little set up. However, a massive part of Simpson knew that this wasn’t going to sit well with the former Heavyweight Champion. Simpson offered to take her overnight bag, while Danielle had her note book and pen safely clutched in her hands. He stepped to the side allowing her to pass and before she could take in the colossal house she had just stepped inside, Danielle was tackled from the side with a hug. Looking to see Melody with a bright beautiful smile on her face, Danielle was taken back by her natural beauty. She was the same on TV as what she was in real life and even though she had a six-month-old baby her face was flawless not a baggy eye insight.

“Dani, I’m so glad you could make it.” Melody jumped up with joy. “This is going to be amazing.” She clapped her hands together.

Dani just swallowed as she looked towards her friend. “How did you get James to agree to this?” she had to know what Melody’s secret was.

Melody just looked at Danielle then to Simpson with amused look on her face.

“Well my husband didn’t really agree to it.” She battered her eyelids in innocence. “But you know, once he sees that you’re here and when I ask him super nicely, he will be happy to help you.” Melody was crowing with enthusiasm.

Dani took a step back, this didn’t feel right that she was part of ambush for information from James.

“Mel, I don’t think this is a good idea.” She begged her. “I don’t want J2H to be mad. That’s the last thing I want.” Biting down on her bottom lip Danielle could feel the butterflies just drop dead in her stomach from fear.

Melody just rolled her hazel eyes at Danielle. “He’ll be fine.” She chuckled. “I mean he’ll be all RAWR at the start, but he will get over it.” She said with a smile.

Simpson just chuckled to himself as he walked off with Danielle’s bags to take them to her guest room for the night. Meanwhile Melody had wrapped her arm around Dani and was showing her around the house.

“I think I should just go. I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Dani nervously felt like she had been thrown into the most awkward situation in her life.

“Oh, don’t be silly.” Melody continued to walk by Dani’s side showing her towards the kitchen. “Jam can’t stay mad at me… I’m his wife and I gave him the apple of his eye JJ… so don’t you worry about a thing.” Melody pinched Dani’s cheek as if that would cheer her up. “Stop stressing buttercup, I’m going to get you the help you desperately need and well it will be good for Jam to talk to someone else apart from boring business nerds all day. I mean you can only talk money for sooooo long before it becomes nonCENTS.” She nudged Dani at her pun before she smiled once more as she offered Dani a seat at the kitchen bench.

“He’s going to be mad.” Dani sighed loudly.

She wasn’t an idiot everyone in the world knew that James wasn’t going to be impressed with her unexpected arrival, especially inside his home that was off limits for basically everyone. Danielle just wanted to get up and leave, she knew Melody’s word of getting this over the line with James was too good to be true but right now she was in the thick of things. Reaching up to her forehead Dani rubbed at her temples thinking of an excuse to leave but just as she went to speak up another voice was heard.

“What is she doing here?” The voice belonged to the man of the house, J2H.

Danielle turned around to see James Huntington-Hawkes standing before her very eyes. If this was under other circumstances, she would be absolutely shell shocked, fan girling but right now she felt sick. This isn’t how she wanted it to go down. She felt terrible for James, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew this was his wife’s doing.

“Danielle is here for your 1pm meeting. It’s in your calendar.” Melody chimed with a smile that could melt the ice caps. “You accepted it last night.” That smile continued to beam. “So now you have to be a darlin’ and help her with her promotionals.” Melody winked at Dani before she battered her long eyelashes towards James.

Melody got up from her seat as she made her way towards her husband.

“Funny, I don’t remember seeing this pop up on my phone.” He said with a smirk.

Melody just moved towards him, before she could look him in the eye with the most angelic smile on her face.

“Maybe your personal assistance accepted it?” She said with a shrug.

“Funny, I don’t have one of those either.” He barked back.

Melody just smiled at him, the love that was beaming from her face was enough to simmer James down and not make a scene about all of this. Mouthing towards him she uttered the words “play nice” before she faked a dramatic exit.

“Can you hear that?” The house was silent. “I think I can hear baby J.” she spun around to look at them as she walked off. “I’ll be back. You two carry on.”

James watched as his wife walked off leaving him alone in his kitchen with Danielle Weston. Turning on the balls of his feet he looked down at the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion with pained look across his face.

“This is a strange way to get an autograph and a photo.” He muttered. “Can’t say I’m impressed.”

Danielle got up from her spot and gathered her notebook and pen. “I’m really sorry… Mel told me you knew about it and was cool with giving me some pointers about my in-ring microphone work. I never would have come here if I knew that you didn’t know.” The look of embarrassment and shame was across her face.

James just sighed before he dragged his fingers through his hair, he wasn’t pleased at all with what was taking place, but he knew that a happy life meant a happy life.

“One hour.” James muttered out much to his own surprise.

The former World Heavyweight champion walked out of his kitchen and headed towards the back yard. While Dani just stood dead still too afraid to move.

“That means grab your pen and notebook and hurry up before I change my god damn mind.” He barked back to her, to show that he wasn’t thrilled with what he was about to do.

Danielle didn’t skip a beat as she followed him towards the back door to head outside, following the instructions of the master of the promo.

~~

The scene opened up with the beautiful back drop of the Huntington-Hawkes residence. The lavish pool was shimmering in the late afternoon sun, while the green grass emphasized the deep blue of the water. This position was a famous position for years in Sin City Wrestling, as this was the same spot that Melody Grace and James Huntington-Hawkes had conducted interviews and match promotionals from. It was their safe place, one that made them feel, well right at home something they could reflect upon when they were in mid promo to stop and gather their thoughts or to just calm them in times of anger.

Yet, this time round it was different as sitting in front of the pool it wasn’t James nor was it Melody it was young Danielle Weston. Her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship rested on her thighs as she looked down upon it amazed that she was lucky enough to call it hers for over one hundred days and honour not many in this business could say they have accomplished. Dani was dressed in her black ripped jeans, her soft yellow tank top, whilst her shoulders were covered by her black blazer. It was surprisingly cool in California this winter and the last thing she needed to do before Inception III was catch a damn chill.

“You called me a disappointment” Danielle’s voice was just above a whisper. “On the fourth f December, you, Alicia Lukas looked down the barrel of the gun and told the whole world that you couldn’t help but be disappointed in me and why?” She looked up as if she was gazing down the lens of a camera.

Dani just sighed before she continued unsure of where to go or what to say next, but she needed to power through this if she was going to make it as the top tier female champion of the company.

“Why? Because you said all I did was complain and whine on social media.” She rolled her hazel eyes before continuing. “Because you had heard that Sin City Wrestling had some of the best female wrestler’s on the planet and you were disappointed in knowing that the top champion… was in your eyes a fluke.” Her teeth locked as she clenched her jaw together in frustration.

“A fluke?” her voice raised a little higher as she kicked back off. “A disappointment.” her tone went higher. “A one trick pony.” It gained a little more volume as she spoke. “The girl who wouldn’t be anything to anyone, if it wasn’t for her connections in this business.” Her eyes were focused. “I’ve heard it all before.” Just a sigh that’s all she could offer.

Running her right hand into her short scruffy but perfectly placed hair, Danielle took a moment to collect her thoughts.

“And yet, this fluke, this complainer, this whinger, this disappointment did the one thing you haven’t shut your trap about since walking into Sin City Wrestling…” She had a smile upon her face. “Ever since you walked through those golden doors you have told all of us time and time again that you were hear to put us on notice, you have told us that you yourself are wrestling, you are SCW… and yet Sammi Marlowe and I were able to rattle that cage in that tag team match and ever since then… your words have been spoken with a stutter. Your words all of a sudden have no meaning, because regardless of you not eating the pin fall… that night showed the world that you can be beaten and you’re not the untouchable soul that you’re so desperate to come across as.” The left side of her mouth curled up as she took a moment to let those words sink in.

Danielle ran her hand over the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship that was sitting proudly in her lap before she took in a deep inhale before quickly exhaling and carrying on with what she had to say.

“You’re not SCW.” A giggle left her lips. “You will NEVER be SCW.” Dani shook her head from side to side. “You’re just a little girl with a big mouth, some fancy words with a taste from dramatics and bullshit.” Her eyes were back on where the lens would be, it was as if she was staring down Alicia right now.

Her focus was cold, something that was unusual for Danielle Weston especially in her promotionals as normally she took a nicer approach to things.

“At Inception III it will be my HONOR… to take away the one thing that means the world to you.” She said with a bold smile. “I enjoy shutting up my opponents, I enjoy making people regret their words and I sure as heck don’t mind reminding people just how far I’ve come in such as short time… and believe me… starting my career with five losses has taught me something Alicia, it taught me that I don’t like to lose, and I don’t stay down for long.” That smile still radiated from her perfect features.

Dani looked towards the pool for a moment collecting her thoughts before she kicked things off once more.

“It taught me that I can do whatever I put my mind too and at Inception III my mind has been made up and trust me Ms Lukas. I will be walking out of that main event with the newly unified Honor Women’s Championship and Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell’s championship.” A slightly greedy look was in Dani’s eye as she spoke. “I’ll be walking out with a championship in each hand and there is nothing you can do about it.” She clicked her tongue off her white teeth before following it up with a smirk.

She didn’t take a moment she just powered on with what she had to say next.

“There isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it.” Her eyes narrowed as she focused. “Not you, not any other blow in from Honor Wrestling and not any other Bombshell backstage. Inception III will be my night to show the world what happens when you count me out. I’m going to show you up close a personal what it’s like to be a so-called disappointment in your eyes.” Dani ran her hand across the name plate on her title. “I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again and again… I’ll do it as many times as it takes to prove to you nonbelievers that I am what I say I am and that’s one of the hardest working women in Sin City Wrestling… I’ve gritted my teeth and put in the work since day one and I’m not about to let some blow in like you think that you can tear down the house that we talented bombshell’s have built.”

Danielle shook her head from side to side in frustration.

“I’m not about to be the girl that lies down and let’s the new kid on the block roll in with her own shiny Championship and claim that it means more than the World Bombshell Championship. I’m not going to be the one to disappoint the champions of the past down, by letting someone who can’t even respect the name of OUR championship belt. Like who do you think you are? Thinking you can just walk into our home, the company that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood built from the ground up and snicker at the names of their championships all because being a Bombshell doesn’t sit well with you. Where is your Honor?” she stopped to drive that point home.

The sting that her tone oozed when she said the word Honor was priceless as she directed that hard pun right in the face of the Honor Women’s Champion.

“You don’t deserve this Championship, regardless of your countless days of being a champion. It doesn’t mean the paper it’s written on, or that oxygen that you use spruiking about it… because if you can’t respect the blood, sweat and tears that have gone into creating this prize… then your grubby mitts shouldn’t be anywhere near it.” She was wild as she spoke, her voice harsh and to the point.

Dani raised the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship up to her right shoulder and she proudly placed it there. Dusting off the gold face, she looked down to read the name plate. Her smile glowing from the reflection.

“In Sin City Wrestling, being a Bombshell doesn’t mean we are just pretty, or that was flaunt what the lord gave us in hopes to make the ratings spike and if that’s what your delusions are based upon then let me remind you what the meaning of a Bombshell is… sure if you google it or look it up in a dictionary you’ll get words like shock, surprise, disaster but when you actually open your eyes and take a look at the women that you now work with you’ll know exactly why we are called the bombshell division.” Dani stopped for second to gather her thoughts before she started to sound off.

There was a slight silence before she kicked off, that eeriness giving what she was about to say next all the more meaning.

“We are smart, beautiful, talented women that week in and week out often steal the whole damn show. We are the surprise packages that the world looks upon to see the bench mark of what Women’s Wrestling truly is because we give it one hundred percent week in and week out. We are the women that are driving the rest of the industry… we are the women that are often copied, often bootlegged… and why? Because imitation my dear, is the finest art of flattery… we are the ones making waves in this industry while the rest of the federations and companies sit back and take notes all the while struggling frantically with their heads just above water… and why?” The smile on her face was wild.

She took a massive inhale before continuing with a devilish smile on her face.

“Because we are the best in the world at what we do, we are the fittest, most dedicated, hard working women in this sport and all the rest of the world can do is marvel at what we BOMBSHELLS accomplish. Day in day out, show after show… We are the whole damn pedestal, we are the five-star match makers, the ones willing to do the things that the other women in this business won’t do… and why? Because we are BOMBSHELLS. We are the entertainment, the show stealers, the ones that even the men step back and applaud because every woman that has ever held this gold has put in her blood, sweat, tears… all the while over coming the countless hours of training, the sleepless nights, the bruises… the blisters…  all in the name of keeping the most important people in the world entertained and on the edge of their seats… the Sin City Wrestling fans.” Danielle had to stop herself for a moment to catch up.

Looking towards where the camera would be, she stared straight down the lens before she started to wrap this one up.

“And if you can’t get on board with that… or if you can’t get your damn head out of your own arse long enough to see the rich history that is behind the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship then you my dear… you don’t warrant a place in the hall of champions. You don’t belong with the greats like Mikah, Delia, Misty, Roxi… and at Inception III… in two weeks’ time I’ll show you, I’ll show the rest of the bombshells out the back… I’ll show the world that you’re not worthy to hold this championship.” She stopped with her teeth gritted together.

Dani looked over at the gold that was adorned upon her shoulder.

“So, I’ll see you at Inception Alicia and you better believe that you’re going to have the fight of your life on your hands because I’m not giving up, I’m not quitting and I’m not going to let you walk away with the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship.” Dani said with a smile as she looked off into the distance.

Her eyes were focused on the space in front of her, as if she was staring down the lens of the camera.

“And ladies of Sin City Wrestling, let this main event at Inception be the message that you all need to receive. Loud and clearly.” Dani held her gaze as she continued. “I’m not a joke champion, I’m not a fluke champion, I’m not a lazy champion… but I AM the current reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion…” She had the glimmer in her eye that screamed confidence.

Her hand moved back over the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship, that she tapped with delight.

“And I’ll defend this beauty anytime, anywhere against anyone because this is what this championship is crying out for… a respectful champion… not someone who can’t even say its name without mocking it.” Dani’s last words were powerful.

A brief silence filled the air before she signed this one off.

“So, Alicia enjoy your last few days with your Honor Women’s Championship because once our words collide officially inside the Gold Coast Casino, you’re going to regret ever calling me a disappointment on the fourth of December… your going to regret attacking me on the sixteenth of December because come the thirteenth of January.” Her smile sparkled. “Revenge will be ever so sweet when I win our unified titles and leave you in the middle of that ring empty handed.”

The focus on her face was paramount something that the world hadn’t seen from her before and even know this wasn’t going to air yet (or was it?) she was happy with the words she had spoken. Dani got up from her chair and headed off the scene, feeling confident.

~~

“OMG that was AMAZING” The song like sound of Melody’s voice was heard. “You’re totally going to kick Alicia’s ass.” Melody quickly covered her mouth as she used a bad word.

Melody came rushing towards the pool area with a camera in her hand.

“You nailed it.” She jumped up with glee. “You absolutely nailed it.” She clapped her hands together all the while being careful not to drop her camera. “I mean I’m a little offended you didn’t mention my name in the elite champions list.” She said with a playful smile on her face.

Danielle looked up at Melody and was about to apologise for missing Melody’s name but both female’s were taken back by the dramatic slow clap that was coming from James’ direction. The look on his face said it all, it was as if he even enjoyed what Danielle had just done.

“So, what did you think?” Dani turned towards James with a hopeful smile on her face.

“It was just.” James stopped for a moment to think about his answer. “Horrible… fucking horrible.” The smug look that had haunted Sin City Wrestling for years was planted firmly back on his face.  

Danielle looked shocked at James’ honesty, while Melody looked back at her husband with a look of confusion.

“Babe, did we just watch the same thing?” She moved her hands back and forth between them to emphasise her point. “I mean that was like four out of five stars right there.”

Melody turned back to Dani giving her a thumbs up as if to calm her worries about her match focus for her promotional package this week. it was too late however as Dani had the look of defeat in her eyes. She dropped her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship from her shoulder and held it in her hands, staring at it. It was as if she was looking for answers.

“It was a sloppy two at best.” James said harshly towards the girls. “Rather embarrassing.” He backed up. “We have a lot to work on.” Shaking his head from side to side in annoyance.

James didn’t say another word as he just got up from his seat and walked back towards the house. Melody just looked towards Dani with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s okay… I thought it was amazing.” She wrapped her free arm around her for a hug. “Plus… the upside is, it now looks like you have a coach.” Melody winked playfully. “I mean… I did hear him say we have a lot to work on.” She gave her friend a little squeeze.

Danielle didn’t say a word, she just looked at Melody and faked a smile. Truth is she had put her heart into that focus and for J2H to say it was rubbish was enough to gut her, yet she was a little excited that she had shown him something in her – that was enough to have the great J2H himself want to help her.

“Lucky, I’ve got tomorrow to work on it and sent it in…” Dani said defeated.

Melody just chuckled before she took off towards the house, as she did so she tripped herself up and stumbled and before she knew it her fingers had touched all the buttons and somehow some way, she had managed to send off Dani’s promotional package to SCW via the WIFI connection.

“Oops.” Was all the blonde could offer before she made a mad dash towards the house.

[Alicia Lukas]

 I Am Above.

Cut my throat and throw me to the wolves
I'm just too tired, too tired to reload
Don't need your tears, I don't need your love
Don't need your sympathy, I am above
I'll be the ghost that haunts you in your sleep
You have anchored the hate in me
Don't need your tears, I don't need your love
Don't need your sympathy, I am above

Prologue-When I dream….

When you close your eyes at night, what is it that runs through your mind?. Do you lay there and stare at the ceiling, unable to turn off your brain as the synapses fire and crackle?. As the electricity that powers our thoughts, feelings and the true basis of emotion speaks to you?. I used to lay in bed at night, for hours. I wanted to sleep, I needed to sleep. I ached for sleep. To be able to turn it all off and just drift off.

See in my life in my mind the reality of where I was and what my life was to become hit me like a brick.

I was to be nothing. A pretty face smiling and nodding along to whatever my husband said. I was to keep the servants in line, to keep our kids proper and well kept. I was to just spend my days sitting around with equally dull plastic fantastic women and chit chat about whatever our husbands were doing, to compare cars and trinkets and different shoes. That really wasn’t for me.

But from a young age, that’s what I was supposed to be.

From a young age that’s where my future was headed.

So when I did finally get tired enough that I simply couldn’t stay away, when the little switch in my mind would simply click and all my worries would fade away. What would I dream about?. What would my subconscious do?. Honestly?. It would take me back to a time when I was a child. To the day my father left. And in the dream I would be given the understanding and strength to stand up, to walk over to him and grab his hand. To tell him not to go, that we needed him.

And in typical dream fashion. He’d have listened.

What bullshit!.

That is why they were dreams. But now, when I close my eyes do you know what I dream about?. Do you know where my mind goes?. It still goes back to the past but it goes to when I was older. It goes to my ex-Ronnie. It goes to every single shot he took every single slap, closed fist. Ever laugh and moment of abuse he put me through. It goes back to that time and makes me relive every last fucking moment. But, why I can hear you ask?. Why would my own brain put me through that and consider it a dream?.

To remind me.

To remind me that I am living my dream. To remind me that I am a part of something dream. To remind me that Alicia Lukas is not Violet Maxwell. I left that name, I left that life. I left that person, broken and twisted. I left that weakling, crying on a dojo floor in Japan 7 years ago. So now, when I dream….

I’m awake….

Scene One- The Bright Lights Don’t Hide Your Scars
Off Camera
Southampton, New York
2 Years Ago

“You’re not going to do it are you?”. Travis’ voice rang out across the room as he stared at the letter. A small hint of anger coming off the back end making the question seem more like a demand. It sent a small shiver up Alicia’s spine. Her long blond hair flowing down her back and shoulders as she turned her head to the side looking at Travis from the corner of her eye. He set the letter down and folded his arms over his chest.

His hair was tied back, his tattooed hand stroked his long Viking like beard as he gave out a small sigh waiting for an answer.; Alicia turned not even making eye contact. Her arms crossed over her chest, her body language not showing the confident champion she had become. At this moment, with the tone and feeling in the room, she had shrunk to the scared little girl she had been as a teenager. Travis didn’t see the signs, he stepped forward and shook his head.  

“Alicia, tell me you’re not going back there.” She stepped back sheepishly looking away from his gaze. Travis deep blue eyes staring a hole through her. As she turned her head her hair flowed down in front of her face as the memories came flooding back. The walls seemed to close around her as Travis' voice seemed to be replaced with one from the past. Her nails dug into her arms, the pain shaking the reality back to the present day for a time, but it wasn’t enough. The walls closed in closer. Her mind screamed enough but her heart wouldn’t listen.

The memories became real. The control. The hands around her throat like a leash stopping her from being free. A chain held her down as her hands hit the cold concrete and became weighed down but nothing physical. It was the pressure, the hatred, the pain. She looked around panicked, unable to breathe. Travis wasn’t there. Instead, it was spirits. Ghosts from her past. The original stood taller than the others. One with a demon mask, one with a cowboy hat, one with a smaller demon in the shape of Pikachu but black and distorted.

A larger demon stood behind them all with white eyes, leashed around their necks all leading to the larger demons fingertips and he played them like marionettes. She stared into the eyes. The outline was red with black over white uncaring cold eyes. There was no soul no kindness. Just manipulation and control. Alicia felt the anger rise, she felt it pulling her up away from the concrete prison keeping her locked. As she rose to her feet the original demon, the largest stepped forward, his huge black fist connected with her face sending Alicia down. She looked up wiping the blood from her lip the shot fueling the anger as she stood, her eyes flashing black as she got to her feet.

“You will not control me….” She chanted the words, a personal mantra over and over, the four demons in front all slid back behind the largest holding their leashes. He seemed to laugh at her, mock her. His hand reached out and instead of some kind of abusive shot, physical or mental his finger moved across her cheek tenderly, and in a moment of weakness, she saw the demon smile and the black faded from her eyes. He had her and she felt the pull of his power. She stepped closer with a smile….

“Alicia”

She heard a voice. It wasn’t the demon’s, it wasn’t the voice of the devil in all his seduction. It was something else. Something pure. The demon turned black, his eyes glowed red as his false illusions faded away. She turned away from him and a blinding white light sang to her like a chorus of angels singing her hymn. Her fingertips reached out into the light and it didn’t burn, it didn’t hurt. It felt like….

Home

“Alicia!” The light flashed. She felt hands on her shoulders, everything blurred but slowly came to focus. Travis stood above her, she felt the rug beneath her back. He breathing was heavy as she heaved up and down. She stared up into his eyes. The sorrow and worry poured through as she reached up pulling herself up to him and their bodies together. Travis rubbed her back and scooped his hands underneath her picking her up in his arms. She clung onto him and calmed herself. Her heartbeat slowing with her breathing.  

She sat down and took a sip of water as Travis dropped to a knee, his hand finding hers as his finger ran over her engagement ring. “Lic, what happened?” She smiled slowly and shook her head clearing her throat. “It doesn’t matter, I’m ok.” Travis sighed and looked over at the letter he shook his head and slid his hand up to her face, his thumb caressing her soft pale cheek. “I’m sorry, babe it’s your choice if you want to go back there. I just….I want to know why?”

Alicia chuckled to herself before standing up, she walked over to the cabinet where they kept their trophies, their accomplishments a replica of the titles they had both won sat there. Alicia’s trophies from Japan. Her WWH title, Travis’ two WWH international titles, and his Hellsgate. She reached up pulling a championship belt down turning to Travis holding it in her hands. Her fingertips sliding over the silver faceplate and across the small screwed in nameplate at the bottom.

“This championship is the first one I got on home soil Travis. I never lost it. I have...unfinished business. It represents everyone who told me I couldn’t do it. No matter how much I do, no matter who I beat, I’m still the person they said was going to be nothing. Please understand, please don’t stand in my way.” Travis gave her a small smile and a nod, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead before leaning close to her ear whispering. “I’ll always be by your side, you know that. Just promise me one thing….” He pulled back and Alicia raised an eyebrow confused. Travis couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath before staring into her eyes.

“Win…”

Alicia smiled and laughed to herself. But it stuck in her mind. The feeling of being controlled, the feeling that Travis hated she had a mind of her own. Like Ronnie. There was always friction, always pain. She had truly believed Travis was to be “the one”. But it was a lie. A fallacy. He would be like all the others. Like Jacob Cass, Chris Cane, Sean Demint, Kaden Kessler. They were all the same. Until Michael. Until her heart finally found her…
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Scene Two-What dreams may come
Off Camera



She could hear the sound of water dripping from the old ivory faucet. Each one hit the bottom of the sink sending a small noise out from the downstairs bathroom through the house. The small light from the desk lamp moved up and across the room as Violet sat on the floor. Her hair a mess as she breathed shallow and slow. Too deep and the pain in her ribs would cause her to almost scream in pain. A fear that kept her quiet as she heard Ronnie upstairs asleep and snoring. She swallowed hard and grabbed the wet rag sitting in the small plastic bucket, it was warm and pleasant to the touch as she slowly rung out the excess water.

Her hands shook lightly as she moved the mirror in front of her face but keeping it to the side. She knew it would be bad, she felt it in the pit of her stomach, she remembered and counted the blows in her head as she closed her eyes tight, her own mind begging for her not to cry, the sting of the falling tears and her shaking body making her ribs hurt would be too much. She saw it in her mind. The confrontation hours before. Baby Ryan less than a year old sat in his high chair during dinner. Violet feeding him spoonfuls of applesauce and cinnamon.

Ronnie swayed with a smirk on his face, onto his fifth double scotch since coming home. At 19 he had been placed in a position of power, he didn’t have to actually work for his money. He smelled of alcohol and cigars when he came home, drinking all day without regard. He laughed as he slid the paper away finishing his last piece of steak leaving the plate in front of him, he got to his feet and was about to move into the bedroom, Violet's heart sang as it looked like he would be passing out without incident.

Her hopes would be crushed in moments as he leaned down to kiss his son on his forehead, the smell of the alcohol and roughness of his face from not shaving causing the young boy to stir and cry out,

That is all Ronnie needed. He accused Violet of turning their son against him, her cries and protests angering him as signs of guilt in his fractured mind. Ryan cried louder, Violet pleaded, Ronnie, ignored. The next minutes were a blur of pain, swearing and the sound of bone hitting bone. When he was done he staggered off, leaving Violet to deal with the dropping blood and their upset child. She gathered herself up, she got Ryan in bed. And now she sat on the hardwood floor of the parlor. The cloth and water to her side, still resistant to turn the mirror towards herself to assess the damage. Her hands shook as she gripped the side turning it.

As the reflecting face showed her own she couldn’t help but gasp as she saw the damage. The swelling and the bruising. The gasp now causing her ribs to pop as she almost let out a squeeze. The footsteps were heard, her heart raced, before she could move she looked up, Ronnie stood holding a gun, before she could make a sound his finger twitched, the trigger was pulled…..

Alicia sat up fast, a cold sweat covering her body as she yelled “NO RONNIE!”. Her chest heaved as she looked around frantically, she felt hands on her and she panicked, her hands flailing and pushing, the light came on, Michael was there, his arms wrapped around her. “Shhh Lic...I’m here...I’m here…” Alicia breathed deep over and over, her heart calming down as Michael just moved his hand down her back and back up again. Alicia closed her eyes tight again. But all she could see was that gun and all she could hear was that sound. All she could feel was that fear and that hate.

It's guilt and frustration, it's everything between
The silence and the absence hitting home
Peripheral glances and the chasing of a sound
I never knew I'd miss until it's gone
So ask me how I'm coping, and I'll smile and tell you: "I'm just fine"
While down inside I'm drowning in the fucking rain

Scene Three-Cause tonight, I’m killing gods
On Camera
Las Vegas, Nevada
Present Day

Alicia sighed as she stood outside a small two bedroom house in the suburbs of Vegas. A for sale sign laying on the ground. The lawn had become a jungle of grass, she shook her head and moved towards it. Her long hair tied up with a pink bandana under it, she slowly opened the door and stepped in, the pain had started falling from the walls due to the heat and no one taking care of it, the dry Vegas weather taking its toll.

”This is where I lived once…”

A small smile came across her face as her black boots made large banging noises on the hardwood floors that echoed through the now empty rooms. She folded her arms over her chest, her leather jacket stretching as she does.

”This is where it all started for me when I came back to the united states. I couldn’t go back to Atlanta. I couldn’t face my ex. See, I have a lot of regrets in my life. I’m only 27 years old but I feel as if I have lived a thousand lifetimes. I was born into a family with a mother who hated me because I was the oldest. Zoey was a baby and was too young to take the blame and my brother Josh was the golden son. So, Violet Maxwell became the punching bag. Violet Maxwell became everyone's reason for anger. For my mother is was because I reminded her of my father. The long blond hair, the cocky smile even when I was in trouble. It was Jason all over.”

“For Josh, it was because I was the older sister and with Zoey, she thought I had more time with our father than she did. All that resentment, all that anger. It needed to go somewhere and for years I allowed it to be on me. I took all of it for that reason but then, well, then something changed. The anger and hatred put towards me weren’t just emotional. It wasn’t just smart assed snide remarks from my mother and blame from my siblings. It was real pain and anger. It was physical abuse. From someone who was supposed to love me.”

“Ronnie and I met when I was 14, he was a few years older and my mother arranged our relationship with his father. Sure, the world says those kinds of things don’t happen anymore but, that’s bullshit. See my mothers maiden name, Lukas, the one I use. Was from “old money” in the south, but we didn’t actually have any of it at the time. And my ex, well his father was “new money” he had a lot of it but everyone in Georgia laughed at him. So, my being with his son was beneficial. I had two boys, Rory and Ryan. But, one night I had enough. See Ronnie would never hurt them, I knew no matter what they would be safe but I had to get out, I had to leave. So. I did….”

“And for years my heart hurt….”

“I went to Japan, I trained, I got beaten down, I got broken down and then built back up. For five years I stayed away from anything approaching a relationship. I stayed away from men, women...everyone who seemed to fancy me in anything but a professional manner. I thought I was strong, I thought I was powerful and that no one would ever hurt me like that again. But I was wrong. So fucking wrong…”

Alicia growled as her teeth moved together as she seemed to hiss in frustration throwing her hand sideways as she looked around the room that would have been the dining area. She laughed leaned against the wall.

”I made horrible decisions in my personal life. All the while in my professional life I destroyed everyone who stood in my way. And that is what I have done for the last three years in America. Every single big name that I have come face to face with has disappointed me. But the most recent one is Mercedes Vargas. Every action that woman takes has let me down personally as a fan of professional wrestling. She ignores her losses, she never gives anyone credit except for herself. She is nothing but a lie. A big shining lie of title wins and statistics. And me?. I’m not like that…”

“So while I have said that it was Jesse Salco’s dumb ass that got pinned, I have also said that it was Sam and Danielle Weston who walked out winners in a tag match…”

“But, that tag match meant nothing. One on one is what matters. That is something Mercedes Vargas never wrapped her head around. Mercedes for months went on about how she beat me in tag matches, about how she beat me in battle royals. But when push came to shove, in triple threats and a one on one match. Mercedes was a disappointment. So Dani, when I call you a disappointment it’s for many reasons but the main one, is you actually thinking a tag team match is in any way shape or form proof that you are in my league…”

“It’s the same tired shit that Mercedes Vargas and others use. See one on one is the real measure of competition. It’s the real moment of truth in this business. You have been the SCW bombshells champion since August but I am the first one to really challenge you. I am the first one to put my finger in your chest and say “hey, I’m better than you”. And actually, mean it. See Amy Marshall, Crystal Hilton, Mercedes Vargas, they are the names that have been linked with that title for a long time and escaping that shadow is hard for you. But not for me….”

“So when I call you a disappointment...you shouldn’t actually take it personally. Cause to a lot of SCW’s fans, you’re a disappointment.”

Alicia shrugs and pushes off the wall as she moves through into the backyard, a rusted swing set stands there with one of the chains broken, Alicia reaches out moving her fingertips along the paint as it seems to flake off.

”There has been so much “Oh Alicia you said” that it leads me to believe if I had remained silent you would have nothing to talk about. I have spent this entire time telling you why I’m better, what I’ve done in my past and putting forward real reasons as to why I’m better and why I would make a better champion than you. But I have left out the most important one…”

“It’s because in this world of predators and prey...I’m a fucking great white shark…”

“I have beaten you down and verbally annihilated you over and over and the best thing you can come up with is a half-assed puffed out comment about a tag team match and about how now I apparently stutter?. Are you feeling ok?, Cause if you think I’m not speaking clearly your goddamn ears are broken but then again it seems to be a running them with everyone in this damn company. One on one I am the best goddamn wrestler on the planet today. This is a fact, something I have proved over and over again for the last 7 years.”

“And for the last two years in America in any company, I have stepped in. I have continued it here but people like you just stick your heads in the ground like a fucking ostrich. Hell, you did it in your little promo against me. You said I will never be SCW, that I’m not SCW. Again, not something I originally said. That is from Mark, and to a lesser extent Christian, your bosses. They see the value in me but apparently, you don’t.”

“So, if nothing I have ever done has mattered Dani, then what will it mean when you beat me?....”

“See, if I do happen to lose to you I am fully prepared for the consequences. I will shake your hand, raise your hand up and admit I was wrong. I will leave the main event of Inception 3 knowing that I was wrong and the funny part is I will be HAPPY about it. I have been proven right about so many people time and time again that it DISAPPOINTS me when I am right. See, I want you and the others to rise up and be better..to shake off that stupid “bombshells” name and just be WOMEN….”

Alicia again throws her hands in the air and shakes her head with a growl.

”It’s almost like that’s a horrible concept. But, I want you to beat me, Dani. I want to be proven wrong. That’s what people don’t get about me and what you fail to understand. I look at women like Crystal Hilton and Mercedes Vargas and it pisses me off that they were the standard bearers here. A failed model and a failed actress. Wow. That really says a lot about the state of professional WRESTLING when a failed actress and a failed model can reach the pinnacle. So please...PLEASE prove me wrong at Inception Dani...I’M BEGGING YOU”

[Dani]

 Inception III;
Media Week.

It was the week of Inception III and the Sin City Wrestling community was alive and well. The monstrous event was being held out of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas and the vibe around town was electric. People had travelled from near and far to home in on Vegas for this historic event as it truly was one of the big feel super cards that Sin City Wrestling had on offer. With everyone booked, with every title on the line and unifications to tie over the Honor wrestling and Sin City Wrestling merger there was a lot of eyes in the wrestling world now focused on Vegas. This wasn’t going to be like any other events it would be the one where two worlds finally become one, champions would rise to the top and history would be made.

It was a busy week for Danielle, she had spent a majority of it already out and about undertaking radio and television interviews, hell she even got to help read out Monday morning news. It was the role of the champion, to carry the weight of most of the media arrangements on their shoulders and carry the hype the lead up to the main show. It was double duty for Dani as not only was she the World Bombshell Champion, but she was also in the main event, meaning she had to work twice as hard to make sure there would be arses on sets and viewers tunning in from all over the globe. This was uncharted territory for Danielle, to me the face of a company and to use her words to push them forward and even if those facts alone scared her, she just took on each new challenge head on.

When Mark Ward and Christian Underwood handed her media schedule her eyes also bugged out of her head, but not once did she complain, not once did she panic on sight. She knew she had to grab these opportunities and run with them proving to the co-owners of Sin City Wrestling that she could be leader, that she deserved to be the champion and that she wasn’t afraid to get out there and be the face that Bombshell division had lost since Mikah’s retirement. Truth be told, there wasn’t a better promo girl than Mikah and even though she hated the fans and the general public she always made sure she was on show, she always made sure her championship was on show and she always made sure that people knew what was going on and why they should tune in. that was the path Danielle was taking, yet instead of insulting the people, she loved them and approached them with kindness and friendship, because without them there would be no Inception III, there would be no Sin City Wrestling and there would be no Dani Weston professional wrestler.  

Monday for Dani was spent reading the news, while conducting and televised interview about what to expect this Sunday night at Inception III. She went on to the tell the locals that it was live from the Gold Coast Casino and that during the week there would be countless meet and greet opportunities, fan fairs and press conferences. Dani made sure she ran through the time table for what was coming up so that the locals knew where they could meet them, or where to avoid if they wanted to get around town without being caught up in Sin City Wrestling hysteria. The early more interview rolled into two more radio ones that had her playing prank phone calls on some of the listeners while handing out some of the last remaining tickets as prizes. The night was free, and she took advantage of an empty gym to work on her moves – Sunday night wasn’t going to be easy as she faced Alicia Lukas and world known wrestling superstar that many had bets on walking away from Inception with her championship. It was hard always being billed as the underdog, but it was definitely something Danielle was going to use to her advantage.

Tuesday was a day full of meet and greets, too be honest it was Dani’s favourite day on her schedule. She loved to mingle with the fans and she loved to meet each and every single one of them. This time wasn’t like the last as the line up to see her was miles long, where in the past it hadn’t been more than just a few keen Sin City Wrestling fans who obviously just loved meeting new talent and collecting autographs. It was a warm feeling knowing that people had spent hours waiting in line just to chat with her, swoop in for a hug and leave with a signature and ever lasting memories. The tides had defiantly changed for Dani and since her dominance in the gold rush tournament it had people flocking to be around her. It was a reminder that good things come to those who wait, but even better things come to those who work their arses off and go out to accomplish their dreams.

Wednesday was back to back radio media. Danielle didn’t have a moment to spare on that day as she was rushed between studios to participate in local radio and digital radio broadcasts. She joined the hotwire for a podcast and spoke about her dreams and goals while working in Sin City Wrestling, all while keeping her focus clear on what mattered the most right here and right now and that was successfully defending her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship this Sunday night against Alicia Lukas and unifying the Honor Women’s championship in with hers to be the undisputed top tier Bombshell champion on the foster. It wasn’t going to come easy, but she was putting in the work to make sure that he hand was raised by the end of the night and not Alicia’s. Wednesday was a blur to Danielle from all the running around back and forth but still she enjoyed it. The night was spent walking on eggshells around Fenris who was still fuming about what Aron had done, she knew she was going to have to talk to him at some stage but ended up just falling asleep and letting the day be done with.

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Thursday the 10th of January.
Gold Coast Casino.

It was the most exciting day on Danielle’s media roster yet, her first ever press conference and she got to participate in it as the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. She got to sit in the middle of the long row of Superstars and Bombshell’s, she got to sit there proudly with the Championship belt propped up in front of her as the media looked up towards them. This was what Danielle May Weston had been dreaming about since a little girl, she wanted to be a professional wrestler, she wanted to be one of the world’s best and right now she was getting a snippet of things to come.

The Gold Coast Casino had emptied out one of their media halls and had decked it out for the SCW press conference. There was one long table on top of the stage while sea of chair were turned to look upon it. The chairs were filled with reporters, journalists, bloggers, hell you name it and they were in attendance. They were all there chasing the golden nugget of information about Inception III, they were all there hoping to get a spoiler or two, so they could rush back to their desks at work to bash out a quick story or to quickly released the information via social media. It was their jobs and they did them well when it cam to hyping up Sin City Wrestling events, they were one of main reasons why the shows were always sold out.

The sound of camera’s clicking echoed as they were trying to get that perfect shot in, after all photos lead to money and money is what kept them coming back for more. As the room settled and the journalist were prepped and ready, Jason Adams’ was seen walking on to the stage. He was the MC for this event and he would be the one to introduce to stars of Sin City Wrestling to the stage. He made sure that the crowd was fired up, before he brought out the hard-working wrestlers of Sin City Wrestling. Casey Williams was on site, Trinity Jones, Mackenzie and Charlotte just to name a few other faces that lined up at the table. The girls of London Underground were there to speak of the new sports bar that would be opening that night, making sure that the fans knew if they couldn’t get tickets to Inception III that they could always pop into the casino as it would be streaming live from both sport’s bar and casino. Everyone took their seats before Jason finally got to call out the last name on his list.

“And finally, it’s my pleasure to introduce our Sin City Wrestling… World Bombshell Champion… the one, the only… Daniiiiiiiiii Weston.” Jason brought his hands together as he clapped for his friend Dani.

Dani made her way on the stage; her World Bombshell Championship was around her waist. Waving out into the crowd, her smiling face was all they could focus on. She made her way up to Jason, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek and a handshake before she moved back over to her spot at the table. The middle seat, the hot seat, the one that would have most questions projected at it. Danielle unclipped her championship belt from around her waist and proudly placed it on display on the table in front of her before she took a seat next the Mackenzie. The champion was wearing a floor length black dress that had tassels hanging from it, so as she moved, they shimmed from side to side – highlighting her fun personality.

Kenz gave her a little shove, as if to praise the young woman for the position that she was now in. Charlotte moved forward in her chair to smile at her friend before both women of London Underground snuck back into their chairs. Dani couldn’t help but smile as she looked at her friends, before she gazed down the table to see Casey Williams a man that would be retiring on Sunday night a man that was her mixed tag team partner, she offered in a friendly wave before the sound of Jason Adam’s voice hit the airways.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the floor is now yours.” Jason smiled as he opened the press conference.

Jason quickly stepped aside to join the rest of his Sin City Wrestling family at the table, as he loved being the commentator that had the biggest following, so he made sure his face was at all of these events. It was important to him for the people to hear stories and get information from not just the in-ring competitors but the ring crew and non-in ring staff members of the Sin City Wrestling family. it didn’t take long for questions to come firing from all directions, it took a moment to get them all under control but finally there was some order in the room and they could start answering the questions as they were directed at them.

“Dani, what are your goals for Sunday night?” One female reporter fired off.

Danielle just smiled sweetly. “To successfully defend my World Bombshell Championship and of course, capture the Honor Women’s Championship so they can be unified…” a slight chuckle followed. “Of course, that’s the goal… but I want to make sure I leave the fans wanting more before the leave, I want them to be excited and full of joy when the show ends because that means I’ve done my job and I’ve done it well.” That smile beamed on her face. “I want it to be the most talked about main event since, well… forever. My goal is to make everyone happy and well, the only way I’m going to do that is by putting on the fight of my life.” Her cheek flushed red with excitement.

Danielle quickly took a sip of her water before, she listened to the other questions that were being fired up and down the desk.  It didn’t take long for another one to be thrown in her direction.

“Dani, can you give us some scoop on what’s going on with Fenris and Aron? I mean you do live with them both, so surely you know what’s happening.” The female reporter pushed.

Danielle just rocked nervously in her chair, she didn’t want to say something that would get back to either of the boys, causing anymore grief.

“The scoop is, K doesn’t really enjoy ice cream and well A is a thirty-one-flavour type of guy… he’ll eat it all.” Dani smiled brightly as she avoided that conflicting question.

Mackenzie gave Danielle a quick thumbs up under the table to let her know that was a good response. She knew the brothers well and nothing would hurt them more, than to have the media buzzing about what they were fighting about. The next question was aimed at Danielle.

“Ms Weston, what are your aspirations in Sin City Wrestling?” The reporter stood up as he spoke to Danielle could see him.

She thought about it for a quick second before she replied.

“I’m only a few months away from June… and I’m pretty sure if you’re been keeping up with Mercedes’ numbers you all know what that means.” She said with a smile.

“So, you want to topple Mikah with the highest days as the World Bombshell Champion in a single run?” The reporter barked back.

Danielle just winked. “That’s the dream.” She paused to pick her next words carefully. “I mean, we can all dream about it, however it’s not going to be easy when you have women like Crystal, Kate, Cat, Mackenzie, Charlotte and Sammi on the roster.” A nervous laugh left her lips. “At any given time, anyone of the ladies on the Bombshell roster could step up and decide that it’s her turn to be the top champion… I just have to move with the punches and hope by the end of June I’m still standing.”

It was a big call, but it was the truth, if Danielle was going to cement her legacy in Sin City Wrestling, she had to do something no other bombshell had done before and that was to chase down Mikah’s single run tally and hopefully over take it. It wasn’t going to be easy it wasn’t going to be handed to her it was something she was going to have to work for and keep her eyes focused on. As more questions were shouted at the table Danielle took a moment to gather her thoughts as the next few rounds were aimed at Casey Williams about his retirement. It didn’t take long but those few minutes without any questions felt like seconds as without a moment to relax the focus was back on Danielle.

“Danielle, Can you explain to us all why you’re still working at The Golden Ring Casino?” The female reporter scoffed. “I mean you’re the World Bombshell Champion, surely you don’t need two jobs.” It was like she was bragging.

Danielle had waited for this question and she had waited for it for a long time and she was surprised that it took so long for someone to bring up the fact that she was working two jobs. It wasn’t something she was ashamed off, she had worked hard to get to where she was in her wrestling career and the truth was since becoming the World Bombshell Champion she didn’t need to work at the casino, the money was there, and she was finally debt free. Danielle could sense Mackenzie and Charlotte’s eyes on her as she thought about her answer before she allowed her lips to move.

“I enjoy it.” She smiled. “It feels like home?  Os, Daniel and these two girls.” She pointed towards Kenz and Charly. “Busted their arses to get The Golden Ring Casino off the ground, so do you think for a single second I’m going to step away from that? Step away from the people who have become like family to me?” She chuckled. “Not now, not ever… I enjoy working there, it gives me clarity and keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.”

She moved a strand of her long brown hair out of her face and tucked it behind her right ear.

“So many women in this industry get a taste of the gold and they turn into right royal little brats.” Danielle was careful on her words. “I didn’t come from money, I didn’t come from a famous wrestling family, I came from a broken home, with a sick mother who needs thousands of dollars of medical procedures and medications each month, so I’ve always put my nose to the ground and I’ve always worked hard… to keep my family where they are now.” she proudly said.

“And where are they now?” The female report bit back.

“Well actually they are in town for Inception, but to answer your deep burning question… my family is fine. We have always been fine, it might just be head above water fine but that’s enough for us and I do what I’ve gotta do to maintain that.” Danielle’s tone was a bit harsh but warranted. “So, if you’re wanting to know if I’m embarrassed about working two jobs, one of which is being a bar attendant? I’m not and I couldn’t care what narrow minded people like you think. I don’t care if people think that’s a weakness… because when it all boils down to it, it’s my life and I’ll do whatever I want and will with it.” That cheeky smile was back on her face.

The female reported just sat back down in her spot, feeling like she had been put in her place. As the rest of the room mumbled and jotted down their feelings on what Danielle had just said. The rest of the two hours was filled with question after question, like who was she friends with backstage – easy everyone and anyone. As the time ticked on the questions got less and less about wrestling and more about personal lives, something that Danielle wasn’t a huge fan of, but she knew the great public needed to know these things. It was an obsession to some the daily lives of celebrities, stans and ships were just part of the norm something that Danielle wouldn’t escape since being in the public eye.

“Dani, can you tell us once and for all how married life is with Daniel?” A male reported tried his luck with a cheeky grin on his face.

Dani just rolled her brown eyes. “Never going to happen, Daniel is my boss and I love him accordingly but that is one ship the internet is just going to have to let sail off.” She just waved her hand as if to fan off the question.

“What about Aron, though?” The same reporter was poking around trying to work out if she was single or not.

“Aron will make a picture perfect husband, just not mine.” She said with a wink. “If you’re fishing for inside scoop on if I’m single or taken, the answer is pretty simple… I’m dating, the same guy have been for a while just trying to work out what we are.” She was open and honest. “No, he doesn’t work for SCW and no he doesn’t work at the casino.” She followed that up with a smile.

The male sat down, writing down the answer that Dani had just given him. The crowd was now alerted that they only had a few minutes left and to get in all of their final questions now. Danielle sat back and watched as her fellow co-workers were asked questions, she also watched and listened carefully to how they answered them. There was always time to learn new things and the people she got to share this panel with were pros at them, Danielle was taking mental notes about how to duck and weave the hard questions all while remaining polite and gracious that people had taken the time out of their lives to care about theirs. It was the final round and another question come firing towards Dani.

“Miss Weston, what are your thoughts about the gold briefcase match, and the fact that who ever wins it could cash it in at any time?” The female looked directly at Dani as she spoke. “I mean Kate has even said so herself on Twitter, it’s a game plan.”

“Valid Question” Danielle took a moment to think about her reply. “I’m sure Kate would love to win the golden briefcase and cash in on the same night, it’s such a Kate thing to do to swoop in and steal all the glory.” A dramatic eye roll followed. “It’s something that could happen, I mean she spoke about it on Twitter, but it’s not just her in that match and I think she forgets that at times.” She sighed at Kate’s lack of respect to her fellow competitors.

Danielle rocked forward in her chair, her brown eyes focused on her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship, the last thing Dani wanted to do was lose her belt because of a sneaky cash in but she couldn’t help that. The champion just sighed before she looked up at the female reporter.

“A cash in could very well happen from anyone… hell it would be a smart move, once Alicia and I beat the holy hell out of each other there won’t be much left of either of us… I just hope the fellow bombshells that I work with have enough pride to just sit this one out and let the unifying of two championships happen without the extra unwanted or needed drama.” Dani licked her lips to soften them. “Alicia and I have worked too hard to build this one up just to have some show stealing diva, think they can swoop in and take the Championship that we are working so hard to win away from us.” She sighed again showing her disapproval on this topic.

Moving a strand of hair out of her eyes, she continued on with what she was saying.

“However, it’s the nature of the beast of the Golden briefcase, it’s the wildcard, and let’s be honest it’s not up to us when they cash in… it’s completely their doing and well if it happens it happens but trust me when I say this, I’ll be ready for anyone and anything at Inception.” Danielle smirked. “Cash in or no cash in, my plan remains the same and that’s to walk out of the Gold Coast casino with the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship in one hand and the Honor Women’s Championship in the other.”

Those words brought a round of applause from Mackenzie and Charlotte as the two dangerous women of London Underground shouted out in support of their younger friend Danielle Weston. Having their support meant everything to Dani as she shyly blushed at the way they applauded her, it was almost like they were egging her on to do more and say more but time had run out and Jason was making his way back up to the podium to call this press conference done and dusted. However, before he had the chance one last male called out from the crowd.

“When are we going to see some Dani merchandise?” The good looking fellow just smiled towards the Bombshell Champion.

“Soon, I hope.” That’s all Dani could offer with a sunny smile.

The sounds of cameras flashing picked up once again as the press conference ended with a speech from Jason Adams and one final plug of the show on Sunday night. Danielle just turned to Kenz and Charly and the three of them all nodded in agreement that it was definitely time for some food, before the girls were whisked back to the casino and Dani was shipped off to work more press. Thursday was the day where she was back to back and if you followed her Twitter you could se just exactly happened on that day. Daniel Morgan affectionately dubbing it the 12 days of Christmas – yet it was more like the 10 days of Inception.

~~

Friday the 11th of January.
The Golden Ring Casino.

The week was drawing to a close, but Danielle still had one last day of media to do, however this time she wasn’t out of her comfort zone as she got to work from The Golden Ring Casino. With the grand opening of the sport’s bar just days away Sin City Wrestling had backed Daniel and London Underground’s venture by allowing him to host an Inception viewing party from there. Yet, they needed to build up the hype just a little and what better way to bill some extra traffic through the bar than you advertise that you could get your drinks poured or made by the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. Sure, that could happen any time that Danielle was working in the bar, but that Inception III fever was in the air and wrestling fans had come from all over the world and descended on Las Vegas to celebrate.

The more the merrier is what Mackenzie and Charlotte would say as the sale through the casino tonight were through the roof. Not only was Danielle working behind the bar, Daniel, Os and the girls were also chipping in while Gabriel had a magic show running. Despy was running around selling raffle tickets, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood were faces in the crowd as they moved between the tables to play some games with the fans. The place was alive and the energy in the air was electric it was unmatched to any night so far, even opening night. It just goes to show that word of mouth travels fast and so far, The Golden Ring Casino was keeping up with some of the busiest Casinos that the strip had to offer. Even though it was nestled on the outskirts of the strip, people were travelling to get there bypassing the competition and that was enough to keep Daniel Morgan and Nicky George happy.

It was just shy of midnight and Dani had poured a record amount of drinks, and she had been a bar tender for a fair chunk of her life so that was saying something, but from the looks of the lines there wasn’t any letting up. The fans were patient as they waited their turn to get served as each of them were getting a one on one experience with either London Underground of the World Bombshell Champion. Yet, in all crowds there is always one who is willing to spoil the party for everyone else. In the cue for Dani there was a young blonde hair girl who was celebrating her 21st birthday, everyone could tell as she had a bright red birthday girl sash across her chest that was over the top of an Alicia Lukas t-shirt. As she approached the front of the line, Danielle look down at her from the slight platform that bar was built on with a smile.

“Happy birthday.” Dani offered the girl a cheesy grin. “What can I get you today?” that smile didn’t fade as she waited to hear what the birthday girl wanted.

The girl just looked up at Dani and rolled her eyes. “I wanted to be served by Mackenzie.” A loud huff escaped her glossed lips.

Danielle looked over to the side to see that Mackenzie was just about finishing up with a customer before she turned back to face the girl.

“Well, she’s almost done… I can swap places with her. I mean it is your birthday.” Dani offed a brighter smile hoping that would please the birthday girl.

“I’ve already been waiting for ages.” She exclaimed. “I just want a fucking drink.” She blurted out.

“Well, what can I get you?” Dani was trying her best to keep the birthday girl from exploding. “It’s on the house.” It was her birthday after all.

The girl just looked around before she made up her mind.

“I want the biggest frosted mango daiquiri, you’ve got.” She clicked after she placed her order like Dani was a dog.

Dani didn’t think much of it, maybe she was already slightly birthday buzzed and had forgotten her manners at home. Either way Danielle didn’t have to do much as the iced daiquiris were on tap, trying around Dani went off to collect the birthday girl her drink. Unknown that the girl had been whispering to her friends on the other side of the bar. It didn’t take Dani long to return with the biggest glass she could find that was filled to the brim with the bright yellowy-orange slushy like liquid. It wasn’t uncommon for young girls to start off on these type of drinks, I mean they are a right of passage for must who turn 21. Dani handed over the drink, to the girl and offered her a smile.

“There you go, happy birthday again… I hope to see you at the show.” She pointed to her Alicia Lukas shirt. “We won’t disappoint you I’m sure.” Another friendly smile was all Dani could wear on her face.

“SHE won’t disappoint me, when SHE pins your shoulders to that canvas and beats YOUR ass.” The girl barked back. “You’re not a women’s champion, you’re just a pathetic bombshell champion… not even in the same league.” She continued to bark.

That’s when the unthinkable happened when she slammed the glass against the counter of the bar, before throwing the cold liquid right in the face of the World Bombshell Champion. The fan giggled to her friends before they made a swift exit, leaving behind one wet and sicky mess that was Danielle Weston. Daniel had witnessed what had happened out of the corner of his eye and he was quick to launch into action. Nick made his way across the casino eating up the distance between himself and Dani like there was nothing between them, he had witnessed the commotion from the other side near the tables.

Daniel just nodded to Nick and that was enough words, without even a single word being spoken for him to get his instructions. Nick just quickly wrapped his arm around the back of Dani’s neck and he ushered her way from the crowd that was gathering to witness her. Her white shirt was covered in yellow slush that was melting and making it go see-thru while her long brown hair was stuck to her face, and the alcohol was burning at her eyes.

Nick made light work of gently guiding Danielle up the staircase towards the offices, while protecting her so people couldn’t get photos of her like this. Meanwhile back at the bar Daniel had ordered Mackenzie on a little job of her own. One that had her cracking her knuckles and adjusting her neck from side to side, while a smirk of pure ecstasy danced on her face. Nick steered Dani to the top of the stairs, and he quickly led her through the offices until she was in his. It was the first time she had stepped foot inside his massive office, but she couldn’t really marvel at it’s greatness. She was still too shocked to say a word or to even function, so Nick gently pushed her into his large black leather chair, leaving her for a second to catch her thoughts as he headed off towards his private bathroom.

“I give up” was all Dani could whisper to herself.

Reaching out she used the cuff on her sleeves to rub her eyes, trying to clean the alcohol out of them as they were burning. It didn’t take Nick long to return back into the main room a wet face cloth in hand, stretching out her held onto her tiny hands with his before he handed her the wash cloth. Dani quickly moved the wet cloth to her face, forcefully trying to rid her eyes of the stinging.

“Easy there.” Nick spoke out, his voice a lot more tender than normal. “Or, you’ll take off your ostrich eye lashes.” He jokes at her with a smile on her face.

“This isn’t funny, my eyes f…” she bit her tongue before she swore, it was unlike Dani get swear. “It burns.” She exclaimed.

Nick looked around his office before his eyes fell on an unopened water bottle. Reaching out he grabbed a hold of it, before he placed his hands on her shoulders to lift her up to her feet.

I’ve gotcha.” His strong British accent made her go a little weak at the knees.

Leading her to the bathroom, he tilted her head to the side over the skin before she proceeded to flush her eyes out with the bottled water. The over flow caused some of the ice-cold liquid to run down her cheek like a river before it waterfalled onto her white shirt, seeping into the material causing it’s barrier to fade leaving nothing to the imagination when it came to the white lacy bra that Dani had on under her shirt. Normal Nick would have been tripping over himself to take a glance, but right now all he could do was wrap a towel around her and step out of the bathroom to let her take care of the rest.

“You alright love?” He could tell that she wasn’t.

It wasn’t the fact she was hurting from the drink being splashed in her face, Dani wasn’t that weak it was just the shock of it all. Nick knew it would take her a while before she offered him a smiling face again, she was a delicate flower that only saw the good in people so when rude and disrespectful thing like this happened to her, she wasn’t prepared to deal with it. She wasn’t a cry baby, because not one tear had left her eyes, nor one over the top dramatic complaint. Danielle didn’t answer him with words, as she just nodded her head up and down.

“Take a few moments, hell shower off and I’ll go source you a new shirt.” He was doing his best to keep his eyes on the floor. “Fresh towels are in the rack.” He smiled. “Sing out if you need anything.”

Danielle just halved a smile towards him before she listened for the bathroom door to close. Nick took his leave, but he didn’t go far in case she called out and needed him. A few minutes passed, and the bathroom door cracked opened as Dani popped her head out from behind it.

“Nick?” She called out as she couldn’t see him.

Nick popped his head up from behind the couch that over looked the casino floor. His office looked more like a Batcheler pad than somewhere he would work from, yet Danielle knew he put in long days and maybe this was just somewhere he could chill out between shifts? Or did he even leave this place? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but that was a conversation for another time. Making his way across the room, she noticed that he had removed the white shirt that was under his black jacket. In his hands he carried his white business shirt and as he got closer to her, he held it out towards her.

“It’s the cleanest one I’ve got.” He offered with a crooked smile. “And the rest are at dry cleaning.” He blue eyes melted at the sight of hers.

When he noticed that he was smiling like an idiot he quickly cleared his throat before offering his only shirt to her.

“And what are you going to do for a shirt?” Dani asked him.

“I was just going to rock the shirtless look for the rest of the night.” That boyish charm was on his face. “Make them girly knees go weak.” He said with a wink.

Danielle just rolled her eyes, before she took his shirt and re-entered the bathroom. It didn’t take her long to slip it on and she quickly did the buttons up. The shirt swam on her, and as she made her way out of the bathroom Nick couldn’t help but chuckle. Dani just sighed as she scrunched up the sleeves and rolled them up to her elbows, while she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and quickly tied it in a knot. Stepping back into the bathroom she grabbed her shoes before she made her way back over towards the couch that Nick was just sitting on. Taking a seat, she sighed as she brought her feet up towards her as she put her shoes back on, she still had two hours left of her shift and she wasn’t going to let this incident stop her from working. Nick watched as she slipped her shoes on before, she took a moment to gather her thoughts before heading back downstairs.

“You can go home if you would like, no one would judge you.” Nick offered her an easy way out.

Turning to look at him, Danielle just huffed. “If I go home, they win, and I refuse to let them win.”

Nick made his way over towards her, he couldn’t help but think that she had a point, but he was concerned about her. After all she was one of the nicest people he had ever met, that didn’t sicken him. He was just a few steps away from her, an he slowly knelt down before her, his right-hand edging closer to her face as he noticed her eye was now blood shot and looked painful.

“Does it hurt?” he questioned as his hand made contact with her face.

His touch was soft and gentle, and yet somehow his hand felt right at home on the side of her face. Nick rocked forward on his toes, so he could take a closer look at her eye. Her gently pried her eye lids apart with his thumb and forefinger, looking deeply at her eye to make sure there wasn’t anything suck in there that was causing this furious reaction. Danielle just rolled her eye around so that Nick could take a look at it from all angles before, she felt him close his fingers over her eyelids. Dragging his hand away from his eye, he couldn’t help but want to keep his hand there just for a little while longer.

There was something about her, something that was so pure and innocent that captivated him in a way that no other woman had and yet Danielle was so far out of his reach even though he was touching her there were a million miles apart. Danielle just looked down at him, her eyes wandering across his as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth his clear blue eyes were the most appealing blue eyes she had ever come across and even though she had never thought much off him as he was never much around when she was on shift, she couldn’t help but notice how damn fetching he was up close. As the two had a moment of silence just gazing at one another they missed the sound of his office door clicking shut but they sure as hell didn’t miss the sound of a throat being cleared.

“I take it everything is all good?” Daniel spoke towards them both.

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he watched both of them jump in their spots as they weren’t expecting the company. Danielle just got up in her spot and quickly smiled down at Nick.

“It is now.” she smiled. “Thank you.” She mouthed towards Nick.

That’s when she took her leave, walking past Daniel she ducked her head down before she made her way back down the casino floor to finish her shift. Nick moved from his spot and made his way over towards Daniel who had the look of Satan in his eyes.

“What have I told you?” His voice was harsh and angry. “Off limits, son.” It was more of a growl than words.

Nick just sighed before he kicked himself, he knew damn well that Danielle was off limits to him and yet he couldn’t shake the damn thought of her out of his mind. He just raised his right hand up to Daniel to save him from going off on a rampage about why this little thing he had for Danielle could blossom into anything.

“I know mate.” He said strongly. “I know.” His eyes looked into his bosses.

Daniel just patted Nick firmly on the back between his shoulder blades to remind him who was boss before the two of them left the room and returned back to the casino floor. It was one of their busiest nights of since there opening and they didn’t have time to be fighting over why Danielle could never be apart of Nick’s life like that. It wasn’t because Daniel liked her, because he didn’t – it was because Daniel, London Underground and Nick all had interests that were best kept secret away from people like Danielle Weston. She wasn’t cut out for the world they lived in, she wasn’t strong enough to deal with it nor would she ever fit in.

The rest of the night went off without any problems. However, it had Danielle questioning everything she thought she knew about her little world right now and when she got home all she could do was fall on to the couch next to her room mate K, wrap her arms around him and hold on tight. Even if he wasn’t the hugging type, he had already been prewarned about Danielle’s crazy night and he did his best to help her.

~~

The scene opens up backstage at the Gold Coast Casino, just one day before the biggest kick off show of the year Inception III. People walked around doing what needed to be done to make sure this show went off without a hitch, but right now the cameras weren’t focus on that all of that was just background noise compared to Danielle’s smiling face that was on camera.

“We are just one day out from Inception III and boy on boy, have we got a show for you.” She smiled. “This one is going to be spoken about for weeks if not months to come because of the sheer size of it all.” She clapped her hands in excitement. “Every title is on the line, and I’m in the main event bay-baby.” That smile was bright.

She continued to walk down the back hallways of the gold coast casino.

“So, let’s get down to business, one Honor Women’s Championship… one Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship… two females and one ring… that can only mean one thing.” She paused for some dramatic flair. “Chaos.” She rubbed her hands together in delight. “On Sunday night you will see Alicia and I, square off in the middle of that prestigious six-sided ring and with one goal in mind… to tear down the house, well casino leave nothing in the tank and to walk away the new unified championship.” That smile was still on her face. “It’s not going to be easy beating Alicia Lukas, but if anyone can do it right now… it’s me.” just a confident little wink to back that up.

Danielle ran her hand over her championship belt that was wrapped tightly around her waist.

“I’m on a roll and I’ll be damn if I’m going to left the good times stop when I have to face one, the only, the legend that is Alicia Lukas. Sure, she might be more decorated than me, sure she might have been here and done this and that but you’re in my stomping grounds now Alicia. Sin City Wrestling was my first ever home when it comes to my professional wrestling career… and it took me just a minute to find my footing but since then, I’ve done nothing but climb the ladder and look where I am today? Standing proudly at the top with the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship.”

Her hand rolled over the name plate on the championship that read Dani Weston.

“So, don’t think for a single second that I will back down, or I will bow to you because honey. I’ve worked just as hard as you to get to where I am today. It doesn’t matter where you’re from or what you have done… what matters is what happens on Sunday night, in that ring and trust me… I’m going to do my best to out wrestle you, outwit you and out last you, because I refuse to let the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship fade away into the spotlight that the Honor Women’s championship would cast if you were able to walk away with the victory. I wouldn’t be able to stand here week in and week out and say I’ve given Sin City Wrestling my all if I was to just lose to you.” She shook her head. “Now, I’m not saying that you’re not a fantastic wrestler, you’re one of the best I’ve ever seen. I’m just saying there is a lot of pride riding on this match, there is a lot of history riding on this match and I’m carrying it all on my shoulders…”

She tapped her right shoulder to back up her statement.

“The whole world will be watching; the whole world will be wanting to know who the better roster will be when two worlds finally collide, and one hundred percent become one.” Dani looked down the lens of the camera and smirked. “So, excuse me if I don’t take this too lightly, excuse me if I head into Inception all guns blazing… because I have six going on seven years of Sin City Wrestling history riding behind my title and as for yours? Not so much.”

Danielle took a moment to let that sink in, before she kicked off again.

“Inception will be your biggest match in Sin City Wrestling to date and let me assure you, you won’t be disappointed you won’t be let down because I can promise you. I’m going to give you the fight of your career. I’m not a weakling, I’m not a push over and I will defend what is mine under my very last breath because I have worked my butt off since joining Sin City Wrestling… I’m going to make sure I don’t repeat the mistakes of my past, I will not go on a losing streak again… and I will not allow you to beat me on Sunday night.” She shook her head from side to side. “It’s not because I deserve to win, no one deserves shit… it’s because I’m going to prove to you that I’m the hardest worker you have ever come across, I’m the most dedicated bombshell in Sin City Wrestling you have had to face… but until them I will not lose to you. I won’t trip up and fumble like Mercedes did, I will bring the fight to you… I’ll kick down your front door and I’ll make you regret ever saying that I was a disappointment to you.” Her teeth gritted together.

Danielle moved through the backstage arena with ease as she made her way towards the gorilla position.

“However, Sunday night is just around the corner and our match is only hours away from taking place and I can’t help but think of this moment. This very moment when I walk through the gorilla position, when my theme song hits and I enter that arena as the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. I can picture it now, I can sense the Goosebumps because it will be a moment in history that no one in Sin City Wrestling expected. No one thought that this, “loser” … could overcome everything that has been put in front of her. First it was the gold rush tournament, then it was pinning Mikah, then it was defending against the likes of Kate Steele, Seleana, Apple, Amy Marshall.” She paused to give herself a moment.

Moving towards the curtains she pealed them open, but she didn’t step between them not just yet.

“No one expected that I would make this reign last longer than one hundred days but here I am, living proof that I am everything I have said I am. I said from day one I would be one of the best Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champions and I’m only just getting started… you must understand that, seeing as you are six hundred days deep… you know what it’s like to have that hunger, you know what it’s like to want to show the world what you have… and at Inception III that will be my platform, that will be my day to showcase to you and the world that I am doing what I said I would do.” Just a smile that’s all she could offer.

“I’m cementing my name down as one of the all-time best Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champions of all times and to remind everyone that I am a woman of my word, I will defeat you this Sunday night in that very ring.” A cheeky smile was on her face.

She pulled back the curtains to show the six-sided ring that was set up for Inception III giving a fans a small glimpse of what the stage looked like for the kick off Super card of the year. It was just a slight taste as she was quickly instructed to pull the curtains closed to keep the reveal of the arena under wraps.

“It might not be personal between you and I, I mean you don’t seem to be making a huge deal about your attack over me but trust me come tomorrow night… it’s going to be as personal as it gets for me. This victory is about the past, present and future of this company, this is my chance to make Sin City Wrestling history and I will not trip, I will not slipup, and I will walk in with one championship belt, but I’ll walk out with two.” Just another cheeky smirk was housed upon her face.

“Sunday night Alicia you will learn a valuable lesson on karma… you might have thought you were sending a message when you and Jessie Salco attacked me, but when it all boils down to it… the only one who will be receiving a wake-up call will be yourself. You should have kept this about Honor, you should have kept this about two women fighting for their championships… but you acted the fool and took the cowards way into the lead up of this match. I’ll enjoy exposing you for what you truly am at Inception III.” She paused to let that sink in.

“And what you truly are is a big-time name, beating on her chest looking to make waves for herself in a new pond, but I will be the one to remind you that Sin City Wrestling isn’t a little backyard production that you have had the Honor of leading for years. Sin City Wrestling is THE promotion… that leads the pack, commands the way and at Inception III you’re going to find out just how far out of depth you are… when reality smack you straight in the face.” Dani’s smirk was wild like her words.

Her hands move towards her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship as she takes a second before wrapping this one up.

“So, I’ll see you out there on Sunday night Alicia… I shouldn’t be too hard to spot… I’ll be the one standing over you with your championship and mine.” Her hands moved to the side as if she was displaying the world of Sin City Wrestling. “Welcome to Sin City Wrestling, where Honor isn’t just handed out… on flashy little titles… Sin City Wrestling is where Honor is earned.”

Just a playful wink is all she could offer as screen faded to black.