Sunday February 26th, 2012
Shortly after the Bombshell Title Match…
Backstage the Palms Resort and Casino, Misty is being checked on in the trainer’s room. She is putting up one hell of a fight, as Spike tries to calm her down. He doesn’t have much luck, however.
“Babe, calm down!” Spike says, holding Misty by her shoulders, as one of the trainers attempts to look at her eyes.
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Spike!” She yells at him, wiping at her reddened and puffy eyes. “I can’t see right now, if you couldn’t notice!”
Misty attempts to push him away, but Spike is stronger than she is, and he keeps his grip on her.
“Yeah, and if you don’t let us look at your eyes, you could suffer some permanent damage. So would you please try and chill out and let the trainers do their damn job?” Spike orders her, as he once again pushes her down as she tries to stand up.
Misty growls, but she finally pulls her hands away from her eyes. She can’t help squinting her eyes, trying to get past the blurry vision. One of the trainers approaches her with a bottle of eye wash.
“Okay, I need you to lean your head back for me. I’m hoping this eye wash will do the trick, and help your vision right away. If not, we’re going to have to get you to a hospital.” Spike helps Misty lean back as the trainer holds the bottle over her eyes. He holds her right eye open and squeezes a good amount of the liquid in, then does the same to her left eye.
“Alright, blink your eyes a few times for me. Let it soak in, and tell me how it feels.” Misty follows orders and begins blinking her eyes. She struggles at first, but after a few times, seems to be doing better.
“God, I think it’s working.” She says, furiously blinking her eyes now. Spike helps her sit up again, and she turns her head to look at him.
“I can see a little better now, but my eyes are still stinging pretty bad.” She says, shaking her head a bit.
“The stinging will probably linger for a while. It’s hard to say how long without knowing what that powder was. I know your vision is better, but I would strongly suggest going to the hospital just to be safe.” The trainer says as he wipes around Misty’s eyes.
“No.” She says, shaking her head. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”
“Babe, I really think---“
“I said no, Spike!” She snaps, cutting him off before he can finish his sentence. “I’ll let them rinse my eyes out as much as they want, but I’m not going to the hospital. We’re leaving for London in the morning, remember?”
“There are no guarantees that just washing your eyes out will be more than a temporary solution.” The trainer responds, trying to get Misty to change her mind.
Misty opens her eyes and looks right at the trainer. “And what do you expect the hospital to do differently? Spike, you need to get out to the ring.”
“I want to make sure you’re okay first.” He says, shaking his head.
Misty pushes him away and looks at him, pointing toward the door. “I’m fine. Now get out there and kick Mark’s and Justin’s asses, okay? I’ll be okay.”
Spike holds his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay.”
He kisses her forehead, turns around and walks out of the room. The trainer hands Misty a wet towel, still looking at her eyes.
“How is the pain now?” He asks. She looks up at him, her eyes still slightly puffy, but she is able to keep them open for the most part.
“It’s easing up a bit, actually. The stinging has subsided a lot. I think I’ll be okay.”
The trainer nods, feeling comfortable enough to agree with her finally.
“Okay then. I need to go check on Kittie and Brooklyn. I want you to stay here and rest for a bit until I get back. Spike brought your bag in here if you need it, okay?” He points at Misty’s bag on a nearby chair.
Misty nods. “Sure thing.”
The trainer then walks out of the room and Misty lays back on the table, placing the wet towel over her head. She growls when she hears her cell phone ringing in her bag. She slowly sits up, then walks over to her bag, grabbing her cell phone from out of it.
DIXIE CALLING
Misty sighs and takes in a deep breath as she answers her phone.
“Hey, Dixie, what’s up?...Whoa, sis, calm down…I’m fine now. The trainer looked me over and I’m doing better…She didn’t see that did she?...She actually fell asleep? Wow I’m impressed…No, I have a bit of a headache now, but that’s all…Can we talk about this later, please?...Ah, right, I almost forgot about that…Look, we’ll talk about all the planning when Spike and I get home, okay?...Alright, talk to you later.”
Misty ends the call then tosses her phone back in her bag. She looks around the room, and sighs.
“Screw this. I need to see Spike’s match. I can’t stay here.” She grabs her bag and walks out of the room, even though she told the trainer she would stay there until he got back. In her mind, she was hoping to find Raynin and her two bitches, so she could beat the hell out of them, but she knew they’d high tail it out of there like the cowards they were.
That was okay, though. They’d get what was coming to them sooner or later. That was a guarantee.
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Wednesday February 29th
After the J-Cup Gauntlet Match
Everyone backstage London’s majestic Royal Albert Hall is congratulating Misty on becoming the new NWA World Cruiserweight Champion. She was the only woman in the eight man gauntlet match, and she did exactly what she told everyone she was going to do. She went down in history, becoming the first woman in NWA history to hold the Cruisweight Title AND the first woman to hold any non-women’s singles gold as well. Talk about making herself famous!
As people she doesn’t even know yet congratulate her, she grasps on to the Cruiserweight Title, while Spike carries the J-Cup Trophy. Misty can’t stop smiling, and neither can Spike. Misty is running on pure adrenaline right now.
“This isn’t a dream, right Spike? This actually happened? I really won the Cruiserweight Title?!” She asks, holding the shiny new title in front of her.
Spike pinches her arm, causing Misty to pull her arm away and look at him in shock.
“You felt that, right?” He asks.
“Uh, yeah I did.” She says, confused.
“Then it’s not a dream. You knew you would win, and so did everyone else in SCW, babe. How does it feel being the NWA Cruiserweight Champion?”
Misty smiles and hugs her title tightly. “As if I need to answer that question. I’m not gonna be able to sleep for days, Spike…DAYS!”
“We’ll see how you feel once you get on the plane ride home.” He says with a laugh.
They get to the locker room where their bags are, and start getting their belongings together. Misty never sets the Cruiserweight Title down, so Spike packs her bag for her. Once everything is safely put away in their bags, Spike looks at Misty.
“Ready to go?”
Misty can only nod her head. She is more than ready to get back home and start the celebrating. More importantly, she is ready to show off her shiny new Cruiserweight Title to all of Sin City Wrestling and its fans and show everyone just why SHE is the champion. And how lucky for her that her first defense would be against a fellow SCW superstar.
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Friday March 2nd
Spike and Misty’s Home
Las Vegas
Before they moved into their new home several months ago, Spike and Misty had no idea they could host a part with this many people attending as they have now. What is the occasion, you ask? Everyone is celebrating Misty winning the NWA Cruiserweight Title of course! Spike had wanted it to be a surprise, but as soon as little Eden found out, so did Misty.
Most of the guests are in the backyard talking amongst themselves. Misty’s sisters, Dixie and Desiree are there, as are Spike’s brothers Jamie and Tommy “The Terror” Edmond. Fellow New XTremes members Casey Williams and Jordan Williams are there, as well as several other familiar faces from SCW, including…The Surf Boys?!
Yes, The Surf Boys are a part of this celebration as well. After finding out about the party, Misty had asked who all would be there, and when Narly and Radical were not on the list, she had asked Spike to get them there. Spike was a little confused, but because the party was for Misty, he did what she asked.
When Jamie walks up to Spike and Misty, Misty looks around him, as if expecting to see Kittie.
Misty: Kittie didn’t come with you?
Jamie: She’s crazy pissed off right now. I think celebrating you winning the NWA Cruiserweight title is at the bottom of her list right now. She’d probably kick me in my nuts if I tried to ask!
Misty laughs and rolls her eyes.
Misty: As if that surprises me anymore. That anger of hers is going to destroy her, and I’m going to sit back and watch it happen while I carry my NWA Cruiserweight Title with a big smile on my face. This beef between Kittie and I is officially done. I have more important things to worry about.
Jamie: Uh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. She’s been screaming over and over that you cost her the Bombshell championship when you tripped her. Kittie has her claws set on you still, whether you think so or not.
Spike: Okay, I think it’s about time we change the subject. We’re supposed to be celebrating, not focusing on bad blood here.
Misty smiles and nods, as she adjusts the NWA Cruiserweight Title on her shoulder.
Misty: That sounds like a good idea. I’m gonna go grab another drink. I’ll be right back.
Misty then leaves Spike and Jamie to talk, as she heads over to one of the many coolers set up underneath the tables of food. She is about to grab a soda from one of the coolers when Radical walks up next to her and grabs one out for her, handing it to her.
Radical: Here ya go, milfalicious babe!
Misty laughs and politely accepts the soda.
Misty: Thanks, Radical, but I could have gotten it myself.
Radical: Sha, but you’re, like, a champion now!
Misty: What does that have to do with me getting my own soda?
Radical scratches his forehead and thinks for a second.
Radical: *shrugs* I dunno…
Misty shakes her head and opens her soda with a laugh. Radical’s tag team partner, Narly, then walks up to the two of them, looking excited.
Narly: Dude, are you stuffing your face again? That’s all going straight to your ass, bro.
Radical: No, dude, I was grabbing a soda for the totally milfalicious champion, here. But, now I’m totally hungry again…
Radical is about to grab some more snacks from off of the food table, when Misty gets a mischievous smile on her face. She grabs a hold of his arm, stopping him from grabbing any more food.
Misty: Hold on a second, Radical. Narly, you just gave me a great idea, but I’m gonna need to steal Radical for a second.
Narly: Uh, I did?
Misty nods, the smile never leaving her face.
Misty: Yeah, you did. You two stay right here. I have to go grab something real quick, and then I’ll come back for you Radical, okay?
Radical and Narly look at each other and shrug their shoulders.
Radical: Sure thing, dudette.
Misty turns around and heads to the door leading into her house. Spike looks at her curiously, but she holds up a finger telling him to hang on one second. She heads into their kitchen, and starts rummaging through one of the drawers. She finds what she is looking for, and can’t help but chuckle as she slams the drawer closed again and heads back outside to the party. Spike walks up to her with a questioning look on his face.
Spike: What’s going on? What did you go inside for?
Misty holds her hand up, revealing…a black sharpie?!
Spike: What’s that for?
Misty grins widely, then glances over to Narly and Radical as they are munching on some snacks. Spike looks their way, and begins shaking his head.
Misty: I’m totally gonna have some fun right now.
Spike: You’re NOT going to do what I think you’re going to do?
Misty nods.
Misty: Oh, I am…you better watch this.
Jamie: Oh shit, I gotta see this!
Spike just shakes his head, as he watches his future wife head back over to The Surf Boys, hiding the sharpie behind her back. Misty takes Radical by the arm, leading him toward the front of all the guests, where she makes him stand beside her. She whistles to get everyone’s attention.
Misty: Excuse me! Can I have everyone’s attention please!
All the party guests go silent, and turn to face Misty and Radical, wondering what is going on. Misty glances back to Spike and smiles as she sees him just shaking his head, but she speaks to her guests anyway.
Misty: Okay, first off, I’d like to thank you all for being here today. It means a lot to me, knowing each and every one of you continue to support me as I represent SCW as the NEW NWA Cruiserweight Champion. I couldn’t have done this without all of your support, so once again, thank you!
All of the guests cheer and clap, but Misty holds up her hands to silence them.
Misty: Now, with that being said, I have a special surprise for someone. Next to my fiancée, Spike, I believe this person has been my number one fan for quite some time now. And as my number one fan, I think he is owed a special privilege. So, Radical, are you ready for that autograph?!
Misty turns and looks at him. Radical’s eyes grow wide, and he smiles from ear to ear, nodding his head excitedly.
Radical: Sha! Totally!
Without being told, Radical then turns around and drops his shorts for all to see! Some guests gasp in shock, but the majority of them burst out laughing. They whistle and cheer as Misty proceeds to sign Radical’s right butt cheek, laughing and shaking her head the whole time. When she is done, Radical pulls his pants up, and turns around to face the guests. He jumps up and down with his arms in the air, proud that he finally got the “milfalicious babe’s” autograph.
Radical: Thanks, dudette! You totally rawk!
Radical then runs over to Narly, getting a few pats on the back along the way.
Radical: Dude, she may be the champion, but she signed my ass! I win!
Narly: Dude, you know that will wash off right?
Radical stops to think for a second, then gets an idea.
Radical: No it won’t, dude. I’m totally getting this tattooed! So it’ll be on my ass forever!
Narly: Radical!
Radical: What?
Before the typical Surf Boys conversation can ensue, Misty heads back over to Spike and Jamie, who are now joined by Misty’s sister, Dixie.
Jamie: Dude, that was awesome! Can you sign mine?!
Misty glares at Jamie, then smacks his arm. He yanks it away, shocked.
Misty: You really are a dumbass for asking that, Jamie. I don’t want to see your ass!
Jamie: I was only joking…Geez, cut a guy some slack.
Dixie: I can’t believe you just did that, sis.
Spike chuckles.
Spike: I can.
Misty: You gotta admit, no one saw that coming. I just decided, what the hell…why not? I had to make sure this celebration proved to be a night no one would ever forget, and I don’t think anyone will.
Spike: Yeah, and now we all have the image of Radical’s ass etched in our brains. Thanks for that, babe.
Misty smiles and nudges him.
Misty: You’re welcome. Oh shit…
Spike, Jamie and Dixie all look at her curiously.
Misty: Someone tell me Eden didn’t see that…
Jamie and Dixie burst out laughing, as Spike and Misty look around the yard for their daughter. They spot her by her brother, Timmy, as he is whispering something into her ear. She nods, and runs over to The Surf Boys, where she proceeds to yank down not only Radical’s shorts, but Narly’s as well! Once again everyone bursts out laughing, and Timmy is on the ground laughing uncontrollably. Jamie yells to the Surf Boys over the guests.
Jamie: Hey guys! I believe you just got Dick’d by a four year old!!!
Misty and Spike can’t hold back anymore. They bust out laughing, as Eden runs up to them, jumping into Spike’s arms.
Misty: And now we have the image of Narly’s a…butt…etched in our brains. I told you, Spike…no one will ever forget this party.
Spike shakes his head, still laughing, as Eden claps her hands excitedly. Spike sets her down, and she takes off running, attempting to talk to whoever she can. Misty then heads off to mingle with the guests, and the scene fades to black.
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Diary of a Mad Woman: Pt 4
Man, what a week I have had! I lost one match, but then three days later, I won two all in one night. I could have walked away with two titles around my waist, but I guess one will do…for now, and I can honestly say, the Bombshell Championship isn’t the most important thing on my mind right now.
Winning the NWA Cruiserweight Championship has put a lot into perspective for me. Sure, I may have been the last entrant in the gauntlet match, but the outcome wouldn’t have been any different had I been entrant number one. Either way, I was walking away as the new Cruiserweight Champion. There was no way in hell I was going to let anyone stop me.
The best part of all, other than being the number one cruiserweight the NWA has to offer, my name will forever be in the NWA record books. I’ve done what no other woman will ever be able to say they did. I became the FIRST woman to hold a non-woman’s singles world championship, and I became the FIRST woman to hold the Cruiserweight Championship. Two records in one night! It’s fucking amazing!
That being said, I feel I need to get some things off my chest about my opponents this week. Raynin and Gothika…Oh, are those two gonna get what is coming to them! More specifically, that bitch Gothika! She thinks she can get away with throwing some mysterious powder in my eyes after Raynin won the title? I don’t think so! That bitch is gonna pay!
What Raynin, Gothika and Darknyss did after that match goes to prove why she shouldn’t be the Bombshell Champion. She has to have two other bitches fight her battles for her! Come on! Seriously, Raynin?! I thought you were smarter than that. I thought you were tougher than that, but I guess I was wrong.
Raynin better realize one thing, though. She pinned Brooklyn Carter to win the title. She didn’t pin me or Kittie. She took out the ONE person that was hardly competition for that title when she pinned Brooklyn, and she did it because she knows deep down that she can’t pin me or Kittie. She knows that we’re better than she is…she knows that I am better than she is! And, sooner or later, she’ll find that out one on one, and not in some stupid ass tag team match with her little bitch Gothika by her side.
I may be teamed with Brooklyn Carter this week, but Brooklyn better realize, I’m going to make Raynin and Gothika pay for what they did. Brooklyn might want revenge just as much as I do, but I’m going to be the one to get my hands on those two first, and she better not try and stop me. I’ll try my best to co-exist with her for this match, but I’m not going to let her do something and screw this up for us. I can get us the win. I can make Raynin and Gothika pay for what they did. Brooklyn better just sit back and let me do what I need to do to get us the win. Plain and simple.
What Raynin, Gothika and Darknyss did is nothing…NOTHING…compared to what I’m going to do to them this week, and in the weeks to come. One by one, I’m going to rip into them…I’m going to TEAR into them and make them BLEED. Darknyss had a lot to say after their attack at Blaze of Glory, and she couldn’t be further from the truth.
She must be mistaking the Bombshell Division for the skanky, talentless divisions of other women’s divisions which shall remain nameless right now. If she wants to attack talentless bimbos, she should just go find Veronica Taylor. All those three did by attacking me, Kittie and Brooklyn was piss us off. Not only will I get my revenge, but I’m sure Kittie will have something up her sleeve also. Pure stupidity on their part…pure stupidity.
After I beat Raynin and Gothika bloody, I get to turn my focus to something much more important…much more relevant. Mine and Spike’s wedding. This is five years overdue, and having to plan a wedding in just a few weeks has been a little stressful. Fun, but stressful. Call me crazy, but I’m just thankful Dixie has been helping me out a lot. That girl is having so much fun, I can’t help but laugh.
Speaking of Dixie…lord help me, but she’s planning a bachelorette party…I think. She’s being really secretive about it, but I know she’s up to something. I’ve tried and tried to find out what is going on, but she’s not budging. I guess I’ll find out next week, won’t I?
It’s time to focus on the future, now. March 18th begins a new chapter in my life, and I know it will be a night that no one will ever forget.
Too bad I have to focus on taking out the trash first…And that happens this Sunday in Covina California.
