When we last saw Misty at Climax Control, she was locked in her own locker room as the mystery person who has been fooling with her the last month or so, left yet another eerie message for her. Misty seems to have been this person’s main target as of late, but he or she has yet to reveal themselves. Though rumor has it that it is Spike Staggs himself. The evidence against him is quite overwhelming, yet Misty’s ex-fiancee adamantly denies any involvement.
At this very moment, Misty is still stuck inside her locker room. The video her mystery person left for her has ended, but the message is clear. Whoever is doing this wants Misty to pay for what she has done. They want her to see the pain she has caused not just to Spike and her family…but more importantly, to her beautiful four year old daughter, Eden.
“Hello?!? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!?” Misty yells frantically from inside the locker room. She bands on the door furiously, just wanting to get out of there. She needs to get away from that video..
“Somebody get me the fuck outta here! I can’t get this damn door open! HELLO!!!!” The more time that passes, the closer she gets to going into a full blown panic attack. She kicks and screams at the door, just waiting…waiting for someone to save her.
Another thirty minutes passes before she finally hears someone walking past the door. She starts banging on the door again, hoping to get their attention.
“Hey! Someone help me, please! The door is stuck!” She pleads, She can see the shadow from under the door and breathes a sigh of relief as the door handle begins to jiggle.
“What’s going on?” A man’s voice is heard. “Are you okay in there?”
“Does it sound like I’m okay, you idiot?! Get me outta here now!” She screams back. She refuses to turn around and face the television screen.
The man outside the locker room begins fidgeting with the door knob, trying to get it open. Nothing seems to work, however.
“How the hell did this get stuck like this?” He asks, furiously trying to get the door open.
“Why don’t you find Spike Staggs and ask him?! I swear, I’m going straight to the cops as soon as I’m out of this disgusting locker room! Hurry up!!” She kicks the door again out of frustration.
“I’m gonna have to go find a drill to remove the lock and the door knob. Just be patient for a few minutes.”
“Wait! Don’t leave me here like this!” She panics. She begins trying to break the door down, nearing her breaking point.
“Look at you…” A familiar voice suddenly comes from behind her. Misty goes rigid, resting her head on the door, and takes a deep breath.
“God…not now.” Misty says, closing her eyes. All she wanted…needed…was to get out of the locker room and back home.
“I’ve never seen you like this, Misty. I don’t think anyone has.” The familiar voice of her deceased friend, Sydney, says appearing directly behind her.
Misty stays right where she is, refusing to move. It’s almost as if she is in shock, but she doesn’t turn around. She can’t face Sydney. She can’t face the video that was forced upon her one more time. She can’t.
“Turn around, Misty.” Sydney says, keeping her eyes on Misty. But Misty doesn’t listen. She keeps her head rested on the door, waiting for whoever it was to come back and open the door.
“Damn it, Misty! Turn around!”
“No! I’m waiting right here. That guy will be back any minute with the drill to get this stupid door open, and I’m waiting right where I am.” Misty replies, shaking her head.
“Oh for God’s sake get a grip!” Sydney says. “I turned the video off since you’re too weak to do it your damn self.”
Misty opens her eyes slowly, still staring at the door.
“Don’t fucking call me weak! I’m NOT weak!”
“From where I’m standing, you sure as hell look like it to me. You still can’t even turn around and face me.” Sydney says, striking a nerve in Misty.
Misty takes in another deep breath, and very slowly, she turns around. She has her eyes closed at first, not believing that Sydney is telling the truth. Sydney looks at her, shaking her head, and tries not to laugh.
“Oh would you open your damn eyes? This really is pathetic.”
“What are you doing here, Sydney?” Misty says, finally opening her eyes. She is relieved to see that the television is in fact turned off, but seeing Sydney yet again didn’t make her mood, or her headache now, any better. She walks over to the sofa and takes a seat, burying her head in her hands.
“I’m here because you’re falling apart, Misty. You’re at the top of your game, and now you on the verge of completely crashing. Why is that?” Sydney replies, as she takes her place in front of Misty.
“I’m fine…I can assure you that, so you can leave now.”
Sydney again laughs and shakes her head. “You’re a fool if you believe that.”
Misty lifts her head just enough to glare at Sydney with piercing eyes. “I really don’t need your shit right now, Syd. So please…just leave me alone.”
“You sure you want that? I mean, you were freaking out just a few minutes ago, and that nice gentleman hasn’t come back yet to help you out. If you really want me to leave you alone and let whoever it is that has been messing with you get another shot, I will…”
“It’s you, isn’t it?!” Misty says, thinking she figured it out. She looks at Sydney accusingly, but Sydney shakes her head again.
“As much as I would love to take credit for this, I can’t.” She says, denying involvement. “But, you know, I can’t even say I would love to take credit for all this crap, because honestly, I wouldn’t do any of that shit this person has been doing. Whoever this is, is trying to tear down everything I did for you. They are trying to get you to regret everything that you did, and turn you back into the person you were before I came back. They’re trying—“
Sydney is suddenly cut off, as the man who was outside the door a little while ago has returned with a drill. He knocks on the door, getting Misty’s attention.
“Hey…Hey, I’m back.” He says. “I need you to stay away from the door while I work on this, okay?”
“Oh thank God…Go ahead! I’m not by the door right now!”
The sound of the drill follows shortly after, and Misty’s turns her attention to the door, refusing to pay any more attention to Sydney. Sydney appears between Misty, and the door, folding her arms and staring at her ‘friend.’
“Pay attention to me, Misty! I’m trying to help you..”
“No, you’re not.” Misty says, again shaking her head. “I don’t want to hear another word from you. You’ve done enough.”
Misty and Sydney both remain silent in the minutes the follow, as the man outside the door removes the lock, and the doorknob. Misty jumps up from the sofa, grabbing her duffel bag, as the door swings open, freeing her.
“Finally!” She says, walking up to the man. “It took you long enough!”
“I’m very sorry,” he says as he places the drill back inside its case. “I had to hunt this thing down. You know, you don’t look so good right now. Maybe you should go see one of the medics…”
“No!” She yells. “I’m fine. I really am. I’ve already been seen once today anyway. I’m just pissed off right now if you couldn’t tell.”
He shrugs and closes the case. “Suit yourself. Sorry about the door again. Have a nice night.”
Just as Sydney is about to say something, Misty’s phone starts ringing from inside her pocket. She sighs and reaches in her pocket, pulling out her iPhone. Misty rolls her eyes as she notices that Electra is calling her. She answers the call, putting Electra on speaker phone.
“What do you want, Electra? I’m just leaving—“
“Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been trying to reach you for over an hour!”
“I was stuck in my fucking locker room you dumbass! Don’t you even think of yelling at me now. I’ve had enough bullshit for one night.” Misty snaps back, glancing over to Sydney.
“Well, you might want to hurry up and get home…I’ve got a bit of a…situation…”
Sydney suddenly looks at Misty with a smile, and suddenly vanishes. Misty looks around, shaking her head, but she gives her undivided attention to Electra.
“What are you talking about?” Misty asks. “What kind of situation, Electra?”
There are suddenly more voices heard in the background on Electra’s end of the phone. Electra goes silent, and Misty listens carefully to the other people who are obviously at her house. Her eyes suddenly go wide, nearly popping out of her head, as she realizes with a look of horror on her face, just who the other people are.
“Oh my God…Electra! Is that the FIRE DEPARTMENT?! What did you do?!”
“It was an accident! I swear! I was just baking some brownies, and I got distracted and…well, the rest is history.”
Misty nearly throws her phone against the wall in a fit of rage, but instead, she just squeezes it in her hand. She growls loudly, then speaks into the phone again.
“Damn it, Electra! Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Misty doesn’t give Electra a chance to respond, as she ends the call and high tails it out of the building and to her car. As if this day couldn’t get any worse, only time will tell what mess she’ll walk into when she gets back home…
About an hour later the scene opens up outside of Misty’s home in Las Vegas. Several police cars, an ambulance, and two fire trucks are out front, as she parks her car just down the street. She jumps out of her car, then runs over to her house, where a police officer stops her.
“I’m sorry, miss, you can’t go in there.”
“The hell I can’t!” She yells at him. “This is my house!”
Having seen Misty pull up from the backyard, Electra has now made her way to the front of the house. She walks over to where Misty is standing, and is about to speak, but Misty beats her to the punch.
“Electra, what the hell happened? What did you do to my house? My NEW house?!”
Misty looks past Electra toward the backyard. She can see the now lightly colored smoke from what was once her kitchen. The firefighters were able to extinguish the fire before it spread throughout the whole house, but all that remains of her kitchens is just smoldering ash it seems. Misty stares at the firefighters as they clean up their equipment and start carrying it back to their trucks.
“I know how this looks, Misty, but I swear it was an accident.” Electra says, sounding completely innocent of any wrong-doing.
“I was baking some brownies, and I got side-tracked and forgot. I woke up, and the whole kitchen was filled with smoke—“
“You…you woke up?!” Misty is about to attack Electra when the police officer holds her back. She doesn’t fight as much as she normally would, as she still feels the effects from being hit in the head twice with her Bombshell Championship. Misty nearly collapses to the ground, but the officer helps her over to the ambulance.
“Whoa, take it easy.” He says, holding on to her as am EMT walks up to them with his back of medical supplies. “Ms. Blaze here appears to be telling the truth. A neighbor down the street called 911 when they saw smoke. That bandage on your forehead is soaked with blood. You want to tell me what happened?”
The EMT removes the bandage showing a fresh amount of blood. Misty swats the paramedics hand away as he tries to clean it up.
“Miss, I need to check this out. You could need stitches.”
“It’s just a cut. I had it looked at earlier by the medics at the show.” She scowls, trying not to show any ounce of weakness. The police officer and the paramedic look at each other, then back to Misty.
“Show?” The officer says, studying Misty’s face. His eyes light up when he finally recognizes her. “I was wondering where I recognized you from. You’re that wrestler?”
Misty lets a sound escape her mouth that turns into a mix of a laugh and a snort. She looks at the officer, annoyance apparent on her face. “Not just any wrestler, officer. Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Champion, and the NWA World Cruiserweight Champion.”
The officer nods. “I know who you are. You’re Misty. My son has been to a few shows. He used to be a big fan of yours. I hear you’ve been causing a lot of trouble lately, though.”
Electra is about to step in between Misty and the officer, but Misty shakes her head. The EMT gives Misty a look telling her to sit still. She apologizes with a roll of her eyes, then looks back to the police officer.
“Not clearly as much trouble as I’m really capable of causing, trust me. And excuse me if I don’t apologize for not being your son’s favorite anymore. I don’t really care about having fans at the moment.”
The EMT finishes cleaning up Misty’s wound and looks at her. “This really needs to get stitched up, miss. If not, it’ll just keep splitting back open.”
“Fine. Just do whatever you have to do.” Misty sighs, finally giving in and giving the paramedic permission to stitch her up. The police officer looks at her and folds his arms.
“And here I though the way you wrestlers acted was all just..well, an act? I guess I was wrong, wasn’t I?”
“No offense, officer, but are you done here? You’ve determined this was all an accident, so I don’t understand why you’re still talking to me?” She asks, as the paramedic begins stitching her up. Electra watches, waiting for the right moment to get involved.
“I’m guessing that cut on your head was given to you by Vixen?”
Misty glares at the officer, suddenly disgusted at the mention of Vixen’s name. “Oh, you remember HER by name, but you only refer to me as ‘that wrestler’?”
He nods. “I’d be a fool not to know her by name. My son’s bedroom wall is plastered in posters of her. When she joined SCW he was ecstatic. He was even happier when she joined NXT.”
Misty now can’t contain her laughter. The EMT again tells her to sit still, or she’d have one nasty looking scar on her forehead. She settles down, and looks at the officer with a forced smile.
“You son sounds like the typical male teenage wrestling fan. Focusing on the looks instead of pure talent. I bet anything he looks at those posters every night and has naughty dreams about Vixen, doesn’t he? It’s wrestling ‘fans’ like your son that are making me look forward to proving Vixen isn’t worth all the hype she is getting. She should have just stayed in NYDW, because in SCW, the Bombshell Division is the big leagues. I am the big leagues, officer, and Vixen just doesn’t belong here.”
The EMT finishes stitching Misty up and places a fresh bandage over the cut. Electra finally walks up next to Misty, ready to defend her, should she need to.
“I think you’re a lot more confident than you should be.” The officer says. ‘The last time I watched an SCW show, Vixen was kicking your ass, and judging by that cut on your head, and your attitude right now, I’d say she did it again.”
Misty stands up from the edge of the ambulance, standing up to the police officer. She gives him an icy glare, showing she is not afraid of him.
“All Vixen has ever given me is a damn headache, officer.” She snaps. “The one who gave me this cut will get payback, I assure you, but as for Vixen…”
Misty looks to the ground and, very un-lady like, she spits. “Once I’m done kicking her ass at Into The Void in two weeks time, I’m going to really embarrass her. You people have only been subjected to a mere fraction of what I’m capable of doing, and the best is only yet to come. If I were you, I’d tell your son not to get his hopes up on Vixen beating me, because it’s not going to happen…ever.”
Misty stands her ground in front of the officer. He looks at Electra, then back to Misty and smiles.
“If I were you, Misty,” he begins. “I’d be very careful who stand up to. All I have to do is charge you with threatening a police officer, and you won’t make it to Into The Void. And I’ll bet your bosses would find that grounds enough to fire you.”
Misty looks into his eyes, reading him like a book. When she can tell he is serious, she takes a step back, and laughs. “Oh, please. I wasn’t threatening you, officer. I’m not that stupid.”
Misty and Electra are about to walk away, when the officer grabs Misty by the arm, holding her back. “Oh, one more thing.”
Misty yanks her arm away from his grasp. “What?”
“Good luck at Into The Void. Judging by the fear I can sense coming from you, you’re really going to need it.”
Misty narrows her eyes at him one last time, as he smiles politely, then walks away. Misty folds her arms, and watches as he approaches one of the firefighters, with his pen and notepad out. Electra watches with a disgusted look on her face. Misty turns to her, then *WHAP!*, smacks her upside the head when no one is looking.
“Ow! Damn it, Misty! I told you it was an accident!” Electra says, rubbing the back of her head.
“Accident or not, you’ve just proved to me why I can’t leave you by yourself you moron! I haven’t even lived here a damn month and you’re already burning the place down! Do you realize how much shit I’ve had to deal with tonight?!”
“Judging by your attitude, I can make a few guesses. I told you I should have gone with you.” Electra grins, but Misty doesn’t return the smile.
“It wouldn’t have mattered. You only would have been banned from the building like I originally was, but I snuck back in. The whole damn night backfired on me!” Misty replies, as she and Electra head back inside the house. “Everyone got a good laugh out of what happened tonight, but in two weeks, they’re all going to find out just what they’ve unleashed.”
“What happened anyway?”
Misty stops just as they reach the front door of her house. She turns and faces Electra. “I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I need to figure out what the hell to do about this mess you made, and it looks like we’ll be staying in a hotel for a while, so you better go pack some of your shit.”
Electra shrugs and reluctantly walks inside, with Misty following. Electra heads off into another room, presumably her own, to get some of her things, as Misty makes her way over to one of the fire investigator.
“What could possibly make this week any worse…”
Four Days Later…
The scene opens up inside of the lobby to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. A couple is just finishing checking in at the front desk, while a slightly balding man, in his late fifties, early sixties, patiently waits behind them with his suitcase sitting on the floor next to them. The receptionist hands the couple their room keys, welcoming them to the hotel. They grab their luggage and head off toward the elevators, as the man behind them approaches the desk.
“Hello and welcome to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. How may I help you today?” The receptionist asks with a polite smile on her face.
The man pulls his wallet out from his back pocket, taking out his driver’s license and a piece of paper, handing it to the receptionist.
“First, I’m checking in today. I made reservations a few days ago. My name is Andrew Waters, and here is my confirmation number.”
The receptionist takes the sheet of paper and begins typing the confirmation number on the computer, pulling up his reservation information.
“It says here you will be staying for two weeks. Is this still correct?” She asks.
Andrew thinks for a minute, taking a deep breath, then shrugs. “I’m actually not quite sure at the moment. It all depends on the person I am here to see. I know I will at least be here through the weekend.”
The receptionist nods. “Not a problem, sir. Just know that check out is by one pm, and the rate on your reservation remains the same. You have a non-smoking room, with a king sized bed. I’ll just need to have a credit card to put on file for all of your incidentals, please.”
Andrew nods, removing his MasterCard from his wallet and handing it to her. She inputs all of the information on file, then returns his credit card to him. She then gets his room key and room information ready for him, handing it all to him.
“Here you go, Mr. Waters. You’ll be in room 418, on the fourth floor, for the duration of your stay. If you have any questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to call us here at the front desk. Elevators are just down the hall to your right. Please enjoy your stay.”
Andrew takes his hotel key, thanking the receptionist as he takes his suitcase and heads off down the hall toward the elevators. He pushes the “up” button to the elevator, waiting for one of the two to open. A dinging sound comes from one of the doors, signaling an available elevator is there, and when the doors open, he gets quite a shock, as does the woman standing inside of the elevator. SCW Bombshell Champion, Misty, stands face to face with her father, shocked to see him there.
“Dad?? What the hell are you doing here?” She asks, finding no other words to say.
“I should be asking you the same question, Misty.” He replies, stepping inside the elevator, standing next to his daughter.
“Why the hell aren’t you in Chicago?”
He turns to face Misty, giving her a serious look. “What? Am I not allowed to take a vacation ever once and a while? Last time I checked, I was a grown man capable of making my own decisions.”
Misty folds her arms as her father presses the button to the fourth floor. She’s too angry at him being there, she forgets to exit the elevator in time. The door closes and begins making its way to the fourth floor.
“Vegas is hardly your idea of a vacation, Andrew. Now, tell me why you’re—“
Just then, the elevator shudders, then comes to a halt. Misty and her father look around, and the expression on Misty’s face turns panicked.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” She begins pounding on the elevator doors. “Hello?! Is somebody out there?!’
Her father looks at her, raising an eyebrow. He pushes the emergency button, calling for help, but unlike Misty, he remains calm.
“Relax, Misty. I don’t think pounding on the door is going to get it to start working again. It’s best if you just sit back and relax for the time being.” He says calmly, taking a seat on the elevator floor.
Misty looks at him, refusing to remain calm. If anything, she panics more. “Relax?! RELAX?! I’M STUCK IN A DAMN ELEVATOR WITH YOU! WHY SHOULD I RELAX?!?”
She once again begins yelling, pounding and kicking at the door, as her father just watches on. Misty begins hyperventilating, and when she does, he gets back to his feet, attempting to wrap his arms around his frantic daughter.
“Hey…Hey, hey, hey.” He says, reaching out to her. “Breathe, honey, breathe.”
Misty pushes him away, however, trying to catch her breath. She leans back against the wall, and stares at her father.
“Don’t you…tell me..to fucking breathe!” She stutters, grabbing a hold of her hair. “Get the hell…away from me!”
“I’m trying to help you!” He yells back at her, sounding truly concerned. “You’re my daughter, and, truth be told, you’re the reason I came to Las Vegas! You…and my granddaughter!”
Misty slides down to the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him. She begins shaking her head furiously, further panicking and freaking out.
“Would you look at yourself, Misty?!” He says, kneeling down in front of her. “Look at what this is all doing to you! I watched Climax Control on Sunday. I’ve been watching the shows the past couple of months. I don’t know what you’re turning into, but I don’t like it.”
Misty manages to lift her face to look at him, and she shoves him away again, trying to take deep breaths. “Don’t try and act like you suddenly give a damn! I don’t care if any of you people like what I’m doing with my life! I DON’T CARE!”
“I do care, Misty.” He says, keeping his eyes locked on her. “I was there when you turned you back on Spike, and your kids. I was there when you abandoned everything you’ve ever had…and ever WILL have.”
“Gee, I wonder where I got that from.” She growls at him, her breathing finally under control.
“I may not have been the model parent to you or your sister’s—“
“No, you were just the perfect father to little miss Dixie.” Misty interrupts him yet again.
“Damn it…Quit interrupting me and let me talk! Now, I may not have been a model parent to you and your sisters, but I’m sure as hell not to blame for you walking around with this fucking God-Complex that you have going on! I’ve watched you attack innocent women to get your way, only to have it come back and bite you in your ass a few weeks later. Do you think I enjoy seeing that?!” He scolds her using as much of a fatherly sounding tone as he can.
Misty lowers her head again, going silent. They’ve only been stuck in the elevator a short while, but to her, it already seems like hours.
“Misty, listen to me.” He says with genuine sincerity shining through in his voice. “I know I wasn’t exactly the most active father, or father of the year material, but all the choices I made when you were growing up, I always…always thought about you and your sisters. I made sure you were provided for, and while I didn’t have the best way of showing it, you have to know that I—“
Misty shakes her head and holds up her hand, silencing him before he can finish his sentence.
“Stop…just stop right there.” She says, her voice shaking a bit.
Her father stands up, and walks over to her. He sits down next to her, wrapping his arms around her, even though she puts up a fight, trying to push him away. She kicks and screams much like a child would, but he holds on, refusing to let go of her.
“Stop it! Damn it, Misty! You’re my daughter, and I love you and I care about you!” He says, tightening his grip on her. She fights as hard as she can. “I look at pictures of Eden…of your daughter, and all I can see is you. You when you were a little girl and it’s breaking my heart what you’re doing!”
“STOP! LET ME GO! DAMN IT! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!” Misty fights…and she fights..and she fights, until she can’t fight anymore. She stresses herself out so much, she passes out in her father’s arms.
“Misty? Misty?!” He shakes her lightly, but she’s out cold. He checks to make sure she’s still breathing, and when he finds that she is, he stays where he is, holding her in his arms as he waits for someone to help them.
Inside Misty’s Head…
Her eyes flutter open, and the light causes her head to pound just a little more than it already was. She puts her left hand over her eyes, then pushes herself to a sitting position with her right hand. She is still in the elevator, only this time, she’s completely alone. She looks around, growing confused.
“What the hell?” She says. “What’s going on? Dad?! Somebody?!”
She begins looking from side to side quickly, expecting her father, or anyone to just magically appear, but when the realization that she is completely alone sinks in further, she jumps back to her feet, and to the elevator door. Just as she is about to start freaking out, yet again, a voice comes from behind her, startling her.
“This is starting to become a common occurance, it seems.” Sydney says, appearing behind her. “What’s happening to you?”
“What’s happening?” Misty repeats, turning around to face her ghostly friend. “What’s happening is that I’m suddenly turning claustrophobic, and you keep appearing to me for no God damn reason other than to piss me off and speak in riddles. Where the hell did my father go, and why am I still stuck in this elevator? Or…was that just all in my head?”
Sydney shrugs, and a slight smirk appears on her face. “I don’t know. You tell me? Was it all in your head, Misty?”
Misty places her hands on her temples, trying to think, but her headache only intensifies. She honestly has no idea what to think anymore. “I really don’t know anymore, Syd. You do this shit on purpose. You appear to me, and make me question my sanity, trying to figure out what is real and what isn’t. Why, Syd? What’s the point to any of this?”
“You really are losing it, Misty.” Sydney replies, taking a step back. “I came back a few months ago to get you to see who you truly were, and to get you to drop that good-for nothing loser, Spike, because that’s what you needed. You had to get rid of all of the distractions in your life to show your true potential, and when you finally did, I was relieved. I thought everything was going to work out, and you’d turn back into the person you truly are and who you always have been. But now…now I’m not so sure.”
Misty gets a confused look on her face, staring at Sydney. “What the hell are you talking about? I am the same person I always have been. Do you see me running back to Spike, or begging for forgiveness? Hell no, because I don’t want it…I don’t want him.”
Sydney nods. “Mmhmm…Keep telling yourself that, and you just might start to believe it. Too bad, I don’t buy it one bit. If that’s how you really felt, you wouldn’t be freaking out, week after week, or going on some Twitter war with your ex. You’d just leave him alone..You’d leave the whole situation alone, but you haven’t. And you know what?”
Misty folds her arms. “What?”
“Vixen might very well find a way to use that against you at Into The Void and use it to her advantage. You’re showing your weakness, and it’s about to cost you everything…again.”
Misty shakes her head, turning around and looking away from Sydney. “No. You’re wrong. Vixen won’t beat me.”
“If you wisen up, she won’t.” Sydney replies. “After this week, I’m guessing all that needs to be done to get you to crack…to get you to have a full blown mental breakdown, is just showing you a certain photo. And you know what photo I’m talking about. Do you really want to lose your title, on your first defense, to Vixen? To your replacement in NXT?”
Misty suddenly punches the elevator door, then spins around, glaring at Sydney with an icy glare. “It’s not going to happen, Syd! Vixen has no chance at beating me!”
Sydney lets out a laugh. “Oh, I think she does. She’s more than capable of being the Bombshell Champion. Hell, she’s already been a champion in NYDW, so how can you say she doesn’t stand a chance at beating you? If she didn’t, I’m sure Mark and Christian wouldn’t have given her the opportunity...twice.”
Misty takes a big step forward, getting face to face (is that even possible with a ghost?) with Sydney, her nostrils flaring. “Oh who the fuck gives a shit about NYDW?! If you haven’t noticed, the place is just as dead as you are, yet they’re still trying to revive it. And Vixen was the champ there, but she lost it. Vixen hasn’t done shit in SCW yet to prove she’s worthy of being the Bombshell Champion and everyone knows it. Once she steps into that ring with me, one on one, at Into The Void, I’m going to humiliate her, and NXT. Everyone has so much faith in Vixen, but she’s nothing…NOTHING…compared to me!”
“She has potential…”
“Fuck potential!” Misty screams. “Being a Bombshell isn’t about potential! You either have what it takes to be a Bombshell, and the Bombshell Champion, or you don’t…Plain and simple. Vixen just doesn’t have it. She’s more focused on NYDW, and if that’s the case, that’s where she should just stay. Leave SCW to me, because it’s my fucking territory.”
A smile grows on Sydney’s face, and she begins to slowly clap her hands, keeping her eyes locked on Misty. “That…that right there is the attitude you need to keep. Keep your attention and your mind focused on Vixen and taking her out, and don’t let everyone else get to you! Don’t like what Spike…or whoever that mystery person is, get to you…Don’t let anyone in your family get to you, especially not Spike’s daughter—“
“She’s not just—“
Sydney holds her hand up, silencing Misty. “Do NOT let those thoughts into your head right now, because if let people see it, they’ll use it against you…They want to break you Misty. Hold yourself together, and for God’s sake…Hold on to that title. Show everyone that you’re not a one hit wonder. Don’t lose the title on your first defense again...Take Vixen down, and show each and every one of the new Bombshells just what they’re up against. YOU are the one and only champion, Misty. None of them, and especially not Vixen. Take...her…down!”
And just like that, Misty jolts awake, springing to a sitting position on the bed in her hotel room. Electra Blaze is on one side of the bed, and her father is on the other side, both looking concerned, yet relieved when she wakes up. She looks around, and when she sees her father, she narrows her eyes, and points to the door.
“Get out!” She orders him.
He approaches the bed, not listening to her, and when he reaches for her hand, she yanks it away.
“Misty, sweetie, are you—“
“Don’t fucking call me sweetie! Get the hell out of here! OUT!”
He shakes his head, confused. “Misty, you passed out in the elevator and you’ve been unconscious for almost four hours. I really think I should take you to the hospital.”
Electra stands next to her, unsure of what she should do, but Misty gets to her feet and approaches her father.
“I don’t need a damn hospital!” She shouts, pushing him towards the door. “I need you to get out of here! Get out of my life! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!”
“Misty, please. Please, don’t shut me out…Don’t shut your family out.” He pleads, as Misty continues to lead him toward the door, with Electra watching on with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Like father, like daughter, right pops?” She says calmly, opening the door, pushing him out. “You people will NOT break me. Do you hear me?! You can’t change me, so just go back to your life and leave me to mine!”
Misty slams the door in his face without another word, then leans her back against the door, suddenly feeling drained. Electra looks at her, still smiling, and she claps her hands.
“Well done, Misty.” She says. “I’m impressed. What the hell happened in that elevator anyway?”
“None of your fucking business.” Misty scolds. “I just got a big reality check is all, and one thing is very clear right now.”
“And what is that?’
“There is absolutely no hope for Vixen, because once we’re in that ring…I’m going to rip that bitch apart!” There is no lack of determination or certainty in her voice, or in the look in her eyes.
Some might say that after the week she has had, Misty might be scared…a little nervous, maybe. But, they are most definitely wrong. After this week, Misty is nothing short of one-hundred and fifty percent certain that after Into The Void, not only will she STILL be the Bombshell Champion, but Vixen will be left with nothing.
Nothing but shattered dreams…
SCENE FADE TO BLACK
