The following is footage from WCCW’s last edition of Nightmare that took place on Friday, June 29th 2012…

Terry Michaels: Phenom runs towards the top rope!

Marc Lowrance: He sees his chance to score big!

[Phenom launches himself from top rope. Misty looks on in horror, as it almost seems as if time slows down. In that moment, Phenom twists in the air, landing the Finale (lionsault) onto the chest of the already breathless Misty. What air was left in her lungs got crushed out again, as Phenom’s finisher lands him in a pinning position.]

Terry Michaels: The ref’s gonna count it!

Marc Lowrance: You can do it, Zak!

1

[As the referee’s hand comes down, Misty’s face changes. The pained look of someone who has been crushed morphs. It’s as though a weight lifts from her chest, from her heart.]

2

[A smile slowly forms across Misty’s lips. As her eyes glisten with tears, she closes her eyes. Her reign as NWA Cruiserweight Champion flashes before her eyes. From winning the J-Cup tournament, to each regional title defense, she remembers her achievements as the World Cruiserweight Champion. In this moment, she finds a little peace.]

3!!!

***DING DING DING***

Bob Bradley: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….YOUR NNNNEEEEWWWWW…. WORLD… CRRUUISSSEERRRWEIGHT CHAMPION……..ZAK…..PHENOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!

[Phenom looks down at Misty, who can only look back up at him as he is presented the Cruiserweight title. Her expression puzzles him, as the referee raises his arm. Did she…want him…to win?]

Terry Michaels: This has been one action packed and hotly contested cruiserweight match up!

Marc Lowrance: I liked the part where she got on him!

Terry Michaels: You and most of America. Anyways, to all our viewers, thank you on behalf of all the WCCW family! This is Terry Michaels, along with Marc Lowrance, wishing you all your dreams…are Nightmares!

[The camera ends on a kneeling Zak Phenom mouthing the words “Thank You” to Misty, as we fade to the WCCW logo.]

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Saturday June 30th, 2012

The drive home from Albuquerque was approximately eight hours.  Misty had chosen to drive there instead of flying for one simple reason.  It would give her some peace and quiet, and she wouldn’t have to deal with other passengers or annoying flight attendants.  She could just…drive.  And considering the circumstances to how she lost her coveted NWA World Cruiserweight title to WCCW’s Zak Phenom, the time to reflect on the drive home was extremely important.

Misty had held the Cruiserweight title for exactly four months.  Regardless of how little people thought about her title, she held it with pride and represented Sin City Wrestling in the NWA with dignity..or at least she tried to.  For four months Misty was the World Cruiserweight champion, but in one moment, she made a decision.  It was a decision so big, it changed her a bit.  And to this moment, she wasn’t exactly sure why she did what she did.  Why did she just…give up?

As she pulls into the driveway of her home in Las Vegas, she takes a deep breath as she puts her car in park.  She doesn’t shut the engine off right away.  Instead, she sits in her car, looking at her house.  And she thinks.  She lays her head on the steering wheel, and for a moment, it appears as she is starting to cry.  But she doesn’t.  She holds back her tears and turns the engine off.  She grabs her duffel bag from the back seat and heads to the front door.  Once she gets to the door, she notices something peculiar.  The door is slightly ajar, and she did not leave it that way when she left just a few days ago.  Not only that, but because she had kicked Electra out just a couple of weeks ago, she made sure she had the locks changed before she left for Albuquerque as a precaution.

Misty: What the hell?

She slowly opens the door with caution, careful not to alarm any possible intruders she has returned.  She peaks her head inside the door, taking a quiet step inside.  As she quietly closes the door behind her, she listens for any movement inside the house, but she doesn’t hear a sound.  Misty takes a few steps toward the kitchen, and as she walks past her living room, a voice behind her causes her to nearly jump out of her skin.

Sydney: What in the world are you doing?

Misty: Holy shit!  Sydney?!  You have to quit doing that shit to me!

Sydney only smiles as Misty turns around to face her returning ghost.  

Sydney: Now why would I do that when it’s so much fun to see your reaction every time?

Misty: Well at least I know why the door was open.

Misty breathes a sigh of relief, as Sydney gives her a puzzled look.

Sydney: What are you talking about?  

Misty: When I came in the door was open a bit.  You did that right?

Sydney still looks confused, but she shakes her head, causing Misty to grow more confused.

Sydney: Unfortunately, no I didn’t.  I only just got here.

Misty: What the hell is going on around here?!

Sydney: I couldn’t tell you, but right now, you shouldn’t be worrying about that.  You and I need to have a serious conversation.

Misty shakes her head, turns around and walks away choosing to ignore Sydney.  She walks into her newly renovated kitchen, and Sydney follows behind her.  Misty grabs a beer from out of the refrigerator, popping the top and taking a sip.

Sydney: Why do you always avoid me?  You’ve got some serious issues right now, and if you don’t sort through it all—

Misty: What, Syd?  What will happen?  Look, I know what you’re going to say.  I know that you’ve been watching me, so obviously you saw what happened yesterday against Zak Phenom.

Sydney nods.

Sydney: What were you thinking?!

Misty: Does it matter anymore?  What’s done is done, and nothing you say can change the decision I made, so just stop while you’re ahead, okay?

Sydney takes a few steps towards Misty, a look of genuine concern growing on her face.

Sydney: You’re ruining everything Misty!  Everything!  If you keep this shit up, everyone is going to think that you’ve gone soft, or that you’re losing it all together, and my guess is the latter.  What the hell are you doing?!

Misty: **shrugs** Hell if I know, but I’m not going to focus on the past anymore.  I could have kicked out when Zak Phenom pinned me, but I didn’t.  And you know what?  I just…don’t care.  I don’t feel a fucking thing right now, and no matter how hard you try, I won’t feel a damn thing.  I stand by my choice, and if people want to give me shit for it, then let them.  The past four months have been so exhausting for me, and you know it!  Everyone should know it!  Not only did I have to focus the majority of my attention on SCW in trying to get my Bombshell title back, which as you know I eventually did, but I had to do everything I possibly could to represent the NWA as the Cruiserweight Champion.

Misty takes another sip of her beer, and then takes a seat at her new kitchen table, letting the exhaustion show.

Sydney: I just don’t get it.  Something is not right with you, and if you don’t start to realize that soon, your whole world is going to turn upside down.  I wish I could stop what is going to happen, but only you can…If you just open your damn eyes!

Misty: There you go talking in riddles again, Syd.  Look, I’m tired right now.  I just need to lay down—

Sydney: Open your damn eyes, Misty!  Before it’s too late!  I’m not speaking in riddles, you’re just refusing to listen to me…to really listen to anything I’m saying to you.

Misty leans back in her chair and looks at Sydney.  She stares at the look in her eyes, trying to understand what it is Sydney is trying to say, but she just shakes her head.

Misty: I’ve heard everything you’ve said to me unfortunately, but honestly Syd, I’m done listening.  I don’t want your help, and I don’t need your help.  I didn’t ask for you to come back.  Just leave…me…alone.

Misty slides her half empty(or is it half full?) bottle of beer just inches away from her on the table, and then stands up.  She looks at Sydney one last time.

Misty: I’m going to lay down now.  When I wake up, please be gone.  Please don’t come back.  Just stay away.

Sydney: Misty, I’m trying to help—

Misty: No!  No, you’re not!  I said leave Sydney!  Just get the hell out of my life for good!

Misty turns and walks away, leaving Sydney standing there in shock.  Sydney watches as Misty disappears down the hall, tempted to follow her, but decides against it.

Sydney: If only she knew what the future holds for her.  I guess I just have to stand by and watch it unfold.

Sydney shakes her head one final time, and vanishes, leaving the Bombshell Champion all alone.

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2a.m Tuesday Morning…

The knob of the front door begins to jiggle a bit.  The sound of a lock pick being inserted into the lock follows, and shortly after, the click of the door being unlocked is heard.  The door slowly creeps open and a person completely shrouded in black walks in.  Not so much as their face is show, as the hood from their long trench coat covers it.  The person stands by the door for a moment before he/she starts walking toward the hallway leading to Misty’s room.

Along the way, the intruder makes it a point to touch any of Misty’s belongings that lay within reach.  From pictures on the wall, to any decorative piece at all.  The intruder touches everything, as if getting a feet of who Misty is as a person.  When the intruder reaches Misty’s bedroom he/she stands in front of the door for a moment before they place a hand on the door, and gently pushes it open.

The Bombshell Champion is fast asleep on her bed, her sheet just barely covering her pale-skinned body.  She is wearing pajamas consisting of black shorts and a matching camisole tank top made of a silk like material.  Misty seems to be sleeping peacefully as her intruder creeps into her room quietly, trying not to wake her.

The intruder walks over to Misty’s closet, looking inside.  He/she runs their gloved handed over all of her clothes.  The sound of Misty turning on the bed alerts her intruder, and he/she turns around, making sure she is still asleep.  When they see that she has not woken up, something on her dresser peaks their interest.  The intruder quietly heads over to Misty’s dresser.

The object that has caught the attention of Misty’s intruder is something very important to Misty…her Bombshell Championship.  It is placed in the center of the dresser, neatly folded in all its glory.  The intruder stands in front of the dresser for a moment, reaching their hand to touch the belt.  The intruder picks up the belt, raising it to their eye level and runs their hand over Misty’s name on the name plate.  He/she turns around, still holding the belt, and stares at Misty as she sleeps.  Her back is facing the intruder as she is sleeping on her right side

The intruder takes a few steps forward, approaching Misty’s bed.  He/she runs their hand along the sheets, and the available pillow next to her.  The intruder takes Bombshell Title and gently places it on the pillow, and then he/she reaches into their pocket, pulling out what appears to be a photograph.  It is unclear what the photograph is of, but the intruder places the photo right on top of the Bombshell Title and then slowly walks around the bed to the side Misty is sleeping on.  The intruder stands over the sleeping Misty, just looking down at her and watching her.  They study her for what seems like several minutes, before they reach their hand down, placing it on the Bombshell Champion’s head, and running it through her long raven locks.  

Misty amazingly remains asleep as the intruder runs their hand down her cheek and arm gently.  The intruder runs their hand over her cheek one last time, before the quietly turn and walk out of the room.  Just seconds after he/she disappears out of the room, Misty jolts awake, and nearly jumps out of bed.  She turns the light on, looking in front of her, but no one is there.  She sits up and when she turns around, she nearly falls out of bed as she sees the Bombshell Championship neatly placed on the pillow beside her, but that is not what startles her the most.  The photograph sitting on top of the belt is what angers her.  She jumps out of bed, and darts out of her room.

Misty: Electra?!  Electra is this some sort of sick joke?!

Misty starts yelling throughout her house, assuming it was Electra who put the picture on the belt.  She runs through every room, looking for whoever was there, but they are already gone.  She’s all alone once again, and she returns to her bedroom.  She stands in the doorway for a second, just staring at the Bombshell title, and the photograph.  Misty slowly walks over to the Bombshell title, and grabs the photograph.  She raises it up into the light, and stares at it…a fiery look in her eyes.  It is a photograph of Brooklyn Carter…

The scene fades out as Misty begins ripping the picture to shreds.

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Diary of A Mad Woman: Pt ??

I don’t know what the hell is going on this week, but I’m very close to calling the police.  I’ve already taken precautionary measures and had an alarm system installed in my house, because someone obviously keeps breaking in, and I’m guessing that someone is Electra Blaze…or maybe Roxanne.  Either way, they’ve made a grave mistake in trying to fuck with me.

Electra is pissed off because I kicked her out of my house, and my life, for good this time.  She has no place to live I’m assuming, and if she makes one mistake, she’ll get sent back to that hell hole I “rescued” her from just a few months ago.  I made a huge mistake in bringing her back, because I can’t trust her.  I can’t trust anyone honestly, so I’m better off on my own.  I’m more than capable of taking care of myself just fine.  

As for Roxanne…I am in NO way, shape or form through with that evil piece of shit.  She’s been messing with me for the past couple of months, and I know she’s not through yet.  That’s fine, let the bitch come at me again.  I’ll make sure her body is buried in that grave in St. Louis one way or another.  I’m dying to get my hands on Roxanne.  Hell, maybe I’ll give her a proper welcome to SCW and do to her what I did to Vixen and Trish Newborn…smack the bitch upside her head with my title!  Nah, I’ll do worse than that, and she knows it.  Roxanne will deny it, but she knows I’m just as vicious as she is, and if she continues to screw with me, things will only end badly for her.  

It’s honestly too bad that I’m facing that pathetic excuse for a human being, Brooklyn Carter, this week for the title instead of Roxanne.  I mean, me and Roxanne would put on a better show for the title than this match will ever be.  Once I get my shot at Roxanne one thing is clear…that match is going to be brutal.  It’s going to be a damn blood bath, and for good reason!  I’m going to make that bitch suffer and show her just what I’m made of, because she seems to have forgotten.

But, sadly, I have to wait just a little bit longer, don’t I?  The powers that be seem to have finally given Brooklyn Carter what she has been whining and crying about the past few weeks since she’s been back.  They finally gave her a shot at me, and MY title.  Maybe she’ll finally give up once she faces me one-on-one and I humiliate her in front of everyone.  She wants something she can’t have.  She wants something that belongs to me, and I’m not going to let her have it.

I find it laughable that Brooklyn honestly thinks she can beat me…she thinks she stands a chance!  Her confidence is going to get the best of her, because when it comes down to it, I’m simply better than she is.  I’m better than any of these bombshells on this roster, and the fact that they thought Brooklyn Carter deserved a shot at the title makes me sick.  You really think a pothead piece of garbage deserves a title shot?  Really?!  I may be repeating myself, but I just don’t get it!

How is Brooklyn even ALLOWED to be here.  There are three people who are in SCW who I don’t understand are even still around, and for obvious reasons!  “Stoner” Scott Oliver…Sean Williams…and Brooklyn Carter!  What the hell is going on in this place?!  What happened to drug testing?  Why do they still have jobs?!

Brooklyn can claim all she wants that she doesn’t let her drug use affect her performance in the ring, but that shit doesn’t matter to me.  She could walk into that ring high as a fucking kite, or stone cold sober and I’d still whoop the shit out of her.  What really pisses me off is that fact that she thinks it’s acceptable to even CONSIDER being a champion and living that lifestyle!  It’s not, and I’m going to show that to her on Sunday.  I’m going to show her just what a true champion does.  She may walk into that ring sober that day, but fuck if I’m gonna let her win that title and go out and choose to smoke some weed in celebration.

Brooklyn is not champion material, plain and simple.  I’ll give her credit just on her sheer passion and dedication, but until she opens her blood-shot eyes and sees that what she does outside of the ring matters just as much as what she does in the ring, I refuse to see her as any sort of champion.  EVER.

I hope Brooklyn is ready to face one very pissed off champion, because that is what I am, and I refuse to let her win.  I am, and will be for months and months to come, THE ONLY TRUE BOMBSHELL CHAMPION.

 Sunday June 17th, 2012

What you didn’t see

The security staff comes running down to the ring as fast as they can, fire extinguishers in hand.  After Roxanne’s return and brutal attack on the Bombshell Champion, those in attendance watch on in horror, and curiosity, wondering how Misty can even walk away alive from this attack.  This is the second time in her life that she has been thrown into a burning dumpster, and the first time, her now ex-fiancee was there to save her.  This time?  Misty has nothing but sheer luck on her side as the security staff reaches the burning dumpster.

As the security get there, the lid to the dumpster flies open, and Misty tries to jump out, screaming at them to  help her.

“Get me out of here!  My leg!  My leg is burning dammit!!”

Security holds the fire extinguishers up to the flames, and immediately begins spraying the flames to put them out.  Two other security staff members grab a hold of Misty, and help her out of the dumpster, where she crashes to the floor, grabbing her right leg.  The make signal for the medical team to get out to ringside.

“She…She tried to…kill me!” The words stumble out of Misty’s mouth as she coughs, having inhaled quite a bit of smoke.

“Please sit still, Misty.” One of the security members says, trying to check on her leg. “We’ve got the medics coming out here as fast as they can to check on your leg.”

“I’m FINE!” She screams back at him. “Why don’t you do your fucking job and call the police!  Go find that crazy bitch who attacked me and send her to jail!”

The medical team finally comes rushing from behind the backstage curtain, joining the security staff at Misty’s side.  One of the medics places his bag of supplies next to Misty, as he goes to look at her leg, but she swats his hand away, clearly not wanting any help.

“It’s just a small burn!  Get away from me!”

The medic shakes his head and signals for some help in restraining Misty.

“This does not look like a small burn, Misty!” He scolds her. “I need to check the extent of the burn, so you NEED to sit still!”

“No!” She screams again. “Since none of you are going to do your damn jobs, I’m going to go back there and find Roxanne for myself and I’m gonna strangle the bitch!  Let me go!’

As they try and hold Misty back while she fights even more, the medic grabs a syringe and a bottle from out of his bag.  He fills the syringe with the clear liquid, and Misty only fights further as she sees him bringing the needle closer to her.

“GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!  I’LL HAVE YOU FIRED DAMMIT!”

But her fighting does no good, as the medic plunges the needle into Misty’s good leg, squeezing the liquid into her bloodstream.  About a minute later, Misty’s fighting starts to subside, as the sedative kicks in.  They load Misty on to a gurney which has been brought out to them, and wheel her to the back, as the crowd remains silent, and they prepare for the main event to get started.

A few hours later at a local hospital…

Misty is just starting to come around as the sedative starts to wear off.  She is on a gurney in the emergency room, though she seems unaware of her surroundings.  She looks around, then down to her leg, which is now wrapped up and fully bandaged.  Electra Blaze appears next to her soon after.

“It’s about time you woke up.”  Electra says, pulling her chair up to Misty’s bed. “How you feeling?’

Misty looks around, still a bit groggy, then turns her attention to Electra.

“El..Electra?  What the hell…is going on?”

Electra can’t help but laugh a little upon seeing Misty’s vulnerability.

“You wouldn’t let the medics check you out at the stadium, so they had to sedate you and bring you here.  Do you remember what happened?” Electra asks, glancing towards Misty’s bandaged leg.

Misty raises her hand to her head, trying to remember the events from the night.

“Rox…Roxanne?” She says, slightly confused.  Electra just nods.

“She…she threw me into a dumpster…And then…Then she lit it on fire.  She tried to kill me!”

Misty starts to panick again, but Electra grabs a hold of her arms, trying to calm her down.

“Relax, Misty.  She didn’t succeed, now did she?  The security and medical staff got out there in time.  You’ve only got a second-degree burn on your leg thankfully.”

“Get away from me!” Misty shoves Electra away. “You…this is all YOUR fault!”

Electra seems taken aback at Misty’s sudden outburst. “Me?  How is this MY fault?!”

“Like you don’t remember!  You were the first one to pull a stunt like that back in GXW!  YOU were the first one to throw me into a burning dumpster you crazy bitch!”

Electra shakes her head and laughs. “Dude, that was in the past.  I had nothing to do with it this time, and you know it.  You better relax or the doctors will sedate you again.”

“I’ll relax when you get the hell away from me and out of my life!  I never should have brought you back!  This is all your fault!  GET OUT OF HERE!!”

Just then a nurse and a doctor come rushing into the room to see what all the fuss is about.  They see how agitated Misty is, and look toward Electra, more concerned for their patient than anything.

“What is going on in here?” The doctor asks.

“Her..” Misty points to Electra. “Get her out of here.  I…I don’t want her here.”

“Misty, you can’t be serious?”  Electra says, pleading with Misty.

Misty just looks away, then rolls on to her side.  The doctor and the nurse approach Electra, grabbing for her arms.

“Okay, miss, we’re clearly going to need you to leave.  She obviously doesn’t want you here, and she doesn’t need to be upset any further for tonight.”

Electra yanks her arms away from their grasp, still looking at Misty…well, looking at the back of her head now.

“Misty, when you’re calmed down and you’ve come back to reality, you know where to find me.  This isn’t you, and you know it!”

Electra turns and walks out of the room before the doctor or nurse can attempt to do so themselves.  She storms of down the hall and out of the hospital, leaving Misty completely alone.  The nurse approaches Misty, checking on her.

“Are you okay?  I can get you some more pain medication if you need it?”

Misty shakes her head, then rolls back on to her side to face the nurse.

“No, I’m fine.  What I need, is to get out of this damn hospital.”

“I think the doctor wanted to keep  you overnight, at least for observation.” The nurse replies, but Misty shakes her head vehemently.

“Absolutely not…I’ll be fine.  Just do whatever the hell you need to do.  I’ll sign whatever paperwork, but I’m not staying here overnight, and that’s final.”

The nurse nods and says, “Very well.  I’ll go find the doctor and get the necessary paperwork.  Just sit back and relax for a little bit.”

The nurse then turns and walks out of the room in search of the doctor.  Misty lays back, taking a few deep breaths, as she gets a cold look in her eyes.

“Oh, Roxanne…you’ve made a grave mistake…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

 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

 Sunday May 6th
Moana Stadium, Reno, Nevada
Post Climax Control

Misty is finishing getting the last of her things thrown into her duffel bag after Climax Control.  She zips up her duffel bag, and is ready to leave, but her partner in crime, Electra Blaze, isn’t paying attention.  She is sitting down, holding the back of her head, as she leans forward on her knees.  Apparently she is still feeling the effects of receiving Vixen’s ‘Fall From Grace.’

Misty: Hey, Electra, let’s go.

Electra doesn’t answer.  She just rubs the back of her head, appearing as though she hasn’t heard a word Misty said.  Misty tries again.

Misty: Electra…Let’s go!

Still nothing.  Misty doesn’t even bother to try a third time.  She kicks Electra’s feet, causing Electra to almost go flying forward, but Electra is able to stop herself from introducing her face to the floor.

Electra: Dammit!  Take it easy.  I’m hurting here!

Misty: You can bitch and cry when we get home, now get your shit together so we can leave.

Electra mumbles something under her breath, and Misty looks at her, eyebrows raised.

Misty: What was that?

Electra looks up to Misty and growls.

Electra: I said…I’ll remember that when Vixen uses that move on you!

Misty folds her arms across her chest and glares at Electra.

Misty: Luckily for me, she won’t be given that chance.  I’m smarter, and apparently quicker, then you, so little miss Vixen won’t get her shot at hitting me with that move.  

Electra: That’s what you think…

Misty: Whose side are you on, anyway, Electra?  Last time I checked, Vixen wasn’t the one who saved your ass and gave you your freedom back, now was she?

Electra lowers her head and looks at the floor, choosing not to respond.

Misty: Didn’t think so.  Now, I suggest if you want to keep your freedom, you keep your loyalty in check and do whatever the hell I tell you to do, because I can change it all in a split second and you know it.  Get your shit together and take a couple ibuprofen and a bottle of water so we can get the hell out of here.

Electra stands up, walks across the room and grabs her bag.  She looks around, making sure she has all of her stuff, and tosses everything inside her bag and zips it closed.  She slowly tosses the bag over her shoulder and looks at Misty.

Electra: I’m all set…we can leave now.

Misty throws her own duffel bag over her shoulder and opens her locker room door.  Just as she walks out, an SCW employee walks up to her, handing her a sheet of paper…it’s the schedule for next week’s show.

Misty: Oh, goody…Let’s see what they’ve decided to throw at me next week, if anything.

Misty looks over the paper, and when she gets to the very bottom, revealing the main event, her eyes go wide, and she sighs with a shake of her head.

Misty: This has to be a joke!  There’s no way…

Electra takes the paper out of Misty’s hand.  She doesn’t react the same way as Misty does, however.  Electra lets out a laugh.

Electra: Oh…that’s great, actually.  Almost genius in fact.

Misty rips the paper out of Electra’s hand, tossing it to the ground, then stomps on it.

Misty: Like hell it is!  This is absolute horse shit!  They really expect me to team up with Veronica Taylor?!  I have to go get this changed right now.

Electra: But I thought—

Misty doesn’t even give Electra the chance to finish her sentence as she storms off.  Electra follows behind her slowly.  A little while later, Misty is outside the office set up for SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood.  She knocks on the door, but receives no answer, so she knocks again.  But again, she receives no answer.  When another worker walks past, Misty stops him.

Misty: Hey, you…Where is Christian Underwood?

Worker: I’m not sure, actually.  I don’t think he left yet, but I haven’t seen him, sorry.

Misty grows as the worker walks away.  She kicks the wall, and leans against it as Electra walks up to her.

Electra: Any luck?

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: No…Son of a bitch! How the hell do they expect me to work with that…that…self-centered talentess piece of shit?!

Electra: Why are you even complaining?  I mean, a match is a match right?

Misty: I would agree, if my tag team partner didn’t hate me as much as my opponents did!  Some main event this is going to be…

Electra lets out another laugh.

Electra: It will be a main event because YOU are in it.  You’re the only main event bombshell SCW has right now.

Misty: Now you’re just being a kiss ass.  I need to get out of here.  I have a headache just thinking about this match now.

As Misty is about to walk past Electra, Electra suddenly slaps Misty across the back of her head.  Misty stops, turns around slowly and glares at Electra.

Misty: What the hell are you thinking?!  I’m gonna kick your ass…

Electra holds her hands up defensively as Misty comes at her.

Electra: Whoa, whoa, whoa!  I only did it to get your mind off the match…for now!  Relax!

Misty: So you smack me across my head?!

Electra: Hey, it worked didn’t it?!

Misty is about to smack Electra again, but she realizes Electra has a point.

Misty: For the moment.  Come on…I’d like to get the hell out of this place.

The two then head off down the hall towards the exit, and the scene fades out.

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Wednesday May 9th

The scene opens up outside a nice one story house just outside of Las Vegas.  It is painted white and has navy blue shutters, and it is surrounded by a chain link fence.  A ‘For Sale’ sign in the front yard is now covered with a sticker indicating the house has been sold.  A shiny new dark blue 2012 Ford Edge sits in the driveway.  The rear hatch is open, revealing the back of the vehicle full of boxes and containers.

The front door of the house suddenly opens and SCW Bombshell Champion and NWA World Cruiserweight Champion, Misty, walks out, followed by Electra Blaze.  Both are dressed casually, each wearing a pair of jeans.  Misty has on a dark purple tank top, while Electra wears one of her signature tank tops decorated with a flame design on it.  They walk to the back of Misty’s new car, and Misty hands Electra one of the boxes.

Electra: I’m sorry, but how much shit do you have left?

Misty looks at the few boxes left in her car, taking one into her arms as well.

Misty: After these two, there are still two boxes left in this load, but I have a few things to get out of storage.  The rest I’m just tossing in the dumpster because it’s just shit that I had living with Spike.  It’s bad enough I have to see him at every show.  I don’t need him ruining my new place, too.

Electra: How did you get all this stuff out of his house?  I didn’t even realize you had this much crap.

The two carefully walk through the front door.  Misty sets the box she is carrying in the living room, then signals for Electra to put her box in the kitchen.  

Misty: Most of this is new.  I just had to get a storage unit while we were in Europe, because I hadn’t found a new place yet.  I didn’t want to be moving in the middle of the week, but I figure we’ll get as much as we can done today, and then I can focus on Climax Control the rest of the week.

Just then there is a knock on the front door.  Misty and Electra look at each other, both showing their surprise.  Electra returns to the kitchen as Misty heads to the front door to see who is there.  She is surprised, and a little annoyed, at the woman standing there.

Misty: What the hell are you doing here?  Actually, better question would be, how did you find me, because I didn’t tell anyone that I bought this place.

Misty leans against the door frame as she looks at the woman, and not just any woman.  It is her own mother!

Mother: I have my ways, Misty.  Trust me.  

Misty: That didn’t answer my first question.  What the hell do you want…Mom?

Misty’s mother smiles politely as Misty almost seems disgusted to say the word ‘Mom.’

Mother: Do you know what Sunday is?

Misty taps her chin, acting as though she is seriously thinking about the answer.  She shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders, though she is lying.

Mother: You know damn well that Sunday is Mother’s Day, Misty!  You should be ashamed of yourself, you know that?

Misty lets out a sarcastic laugh as she glares at her mother.

Misty: You’re one to talk!  When have you ever given a damn about Mother’s Day?

Mother: This has nothing to do with me, Misty, but this has everything to do with your beautiful four year old daughter who hasn’t seen you in almost two months now!  You really have nothing to say for that?

Misty opens the screen door, and steps out, getting right in her mother’s face.

Misty: Oh, this has everything to do with you, Mommy Dearest!  I don’t need you to come to MY home and try and lecture me on being a mother!

Mother: Apparently you do, because you sure as hell didn’t learn to abandon your four year old daughter from me.  What the hell are you thinking?!

After hearing the now heated argument from inside, Electra appears at the front door.

Electra: What’s going on out here?  You need any help, Misty?

Misty’s mother shoots a mean look in Electra’s direction and points a finger at her.

Mother: This is none of your business.  I’d appreciate it if you would just stay out of it.

Misty: Hey, you’re on MY property, Mom, so don’t go bossing my roommate around.  Got it?

Electra folds her arms with a smile, as Misty’s mother returns her attention to her daughter.

Mother: This is between you and I, Misty.  This is none of her business.  If anything, she’s the one encouraging this behavior!

Misty: Behavior?  What am I, a teenager again?  Last time I checked, I was a grown woman and I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions.  I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like you give a damn about me, or the decisions I make.

Mother: Are you listening to yourself, Misty?  You’re so worried about your stupid wrestling career, you don’t give a damn that your decisions are affecting your daughter.  You’re too focused on getting everything you want…everything you think you deserve, but you don’t even show one ounce of remorse for making your daughter cry.

Misty holds a finger up, silencing her mother.  She turns around, walks past Electra and inside her new house.  About a minute later, she walks back out of the house, holding the Bombshell Championship and the NWA World Cruiserweight Championship.  She walks up to her mother, and holds the titles up with a prideful smile.

Misty: You see these?  Do you see these?!

Her mother rolls her eyes with a nod of her head.

Misty: These belts right here, they prove something.  They prove that I’ve made a name for myself.  They prove that I’m successful, and that I’m meant to be doing this.  I’m not some goody two-shoes mommy dearest housewife that cleans up after and takes care of her whole family.  That’s not me!  If you have a problem, you can turn your ass right around and leave.

Mother: I find it interesting that every time I even bring up Eden, you avoid the subject completely.  I don’t know what happened to you, but I thought you had learned from my mistakes.

Misty: Oh I learned plenty, trust me.  So, honestly, I should be thanking you.

Misty’s mother shakes her head, ashamed at the woman her daughter has become.

Mother: You won’t be able to avoid Eden forever,  you realize that right?  And I’ll bet anything that the second you look into her innocent eyes again, you’ll regret abandoning her like you did.  You think about that long and hard, and when you snap out of whatever this is you’re going through…then we’ll talk.

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: Sorry, but that’s not gonna happen.  I have nothing to talk to you about anymore.  Please get off my property before I call the police.

Her mother shakes her head one last time before she turns around and heads back to her car.  Misty and Electra watch as she drives off down the street, then disappears as she turns onto another street.  Electra turns and looks at Misty.

Electra: Dang and I was just getting ready to go get my blow torch.  Why’d you make her leave so soon?!

Misty: Because, Electra, that woman won’t hesitate to have both of us thrown in jail, and in case you’ve forgotten, I have a match on Sunday in Laughlin to worry about.  I wouldn’t be surprised if that she showed up just to throw me off my game.

Misty heads back over to her car and grabs one of the remaining two boxes.  She turns to hand it to Electra, but Electra is still by the front door.  Misty looks around her car at Electra.

Misty: Hey, dumbass, I told you earlier that we still had two boxes left.  Get over here and take one of these.

Electra: Oh!  Sorry I forgot.  Where does this one go?

Misty looks at the writing on the side of the box, then hands it to Electra.

Misty: Put it in my room.

Electra heads back inside the house, as Misty grabs the last remaining box from her car, then closes the hatchback.  The scene fades to black as she, too, disappears inside her new house.

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Friday May 11th

Misty and Electra are sitting in the backyard of Misty’s new house.  They are patio table with an open umbrella as the sun beats down on this gorgeous Friday in May.  Misty has sips on a glass of ice tea, while Electra enjoys a cold beer.  Misty looks at Electra as she takes a sip of her beer, and rolls her eyes.

Misty: Don’t even think about getting shitfaced this early, Electra.  I have my promo interview for Climax Control in a little while, and I don’t need you making a fool out of yourself.

Electra proceeds to chug the rest of her beer, and looks at Misty from the corner of her eye.  She slams the bottle down on the table, then, very unladylike, belches quite loud.  Misty sighs and shakes her head.

Electra: Just for that, I’m going to break into the good stuff.  Say, who are they sending here anyway?  Big tits or Bigger Tits?

Misty suddenly spits out her mouthful of ice tea, and looks at Electra and laughs.

Misty: Since when do you stare at another woman’s boobs, Electra?  I thought you still carried a torch for Rage.  Heh, no pun intended there.

Electra: How can you not stare at them?!  They’re just…there!  And, I don’t have a thing for Rage anymore.  The big idiot hasn’t even acknowledged I exist since I came back.  Besides, he obviously has a problem if he couldn’t get laid in Europe.  Just sayin…

Misty shakes her head, then looks at the time on her cell phone.  She drops it back down on the table, then growls.

Misty: Geez, when are they going to show up?!  This interview was supposed to start half an hour—

Misty is suddenly cut off, when she and Electra hear a guy yelling from the front of the house.  They spin around, and Misty shakes her head, praying it’s not who she thinks it is.

Electra: Is that…?

Misty: It better not be…

Misty then pushes her chair away from the table, stands up and heads back inside the house.  Electra follows behind her curiously.  Misty walks out the front door, and, to her displeasure, the person who was sent to conduct her interview is none other than “Stoner” Scott Oliver.  He’s standing outside the fence, looking around nervously.

Misty: What are you doing?

He looks around again, then shakes his head and looks at Misty.

Stoner: Huh?  Oh, nothing.  Just making sure it’s safe.

Misty: Making sure what is safe?  You know what…nevermind.  I can’t believe they sent you to do this.

Stoner: Do what?

Behind them, Electra lets out a laugh.  Misty turns around and glares at her, before turning her attention back to Stoner Scott.  Scott looks past Misty and to Electra, pointing at her.

Stoner: Hey, I know you!  You’re that hot chick…

Electra seems surprised, and almost flattered, but Misty warns her not to say a word.

Misty: Okay, look, you’re not here to hit on her, you’re here to—

Stoner: Whoa, what?  I said she was hot.  She likes to play with fire.  Fire is hot.  Duh.

Misty lets out a laugh as Electra’s expression suddenly turns disappointed.

Misty: This is going to be a long interview.  What the hell are you staring at?

Stoner Scott is, in fact, staring past Misty.  He’s not staring at Electra, but instead, is staring at Misty’s house.

Stoner: Bummer…

Misty shakes her head, then turns around to look at her house, then back to Stoner Scott.

Misty: What???

Stoner: I thought I was going to a champion’s mansion…

Misty: I am the champion…double champion, actually, and this is my house.

Stoner Scott lets out a sort of awkward chuckle.

Stoner: Bummer…

Misty growls loudly, then throws her arms up in the air in frustration.

Misty: Why do I even bother?! Look, whenever you’re ready to do your damn job and get this interview started, I’ll be in the backyard.  The damn camera man has been here for an hour already waiting for you!

Misty then storms off back inside her house, and then to the backyard.  Electra and Stoner Scott stay in the front yard, as Stoner shrugs.  Electra glances inside the house, then turns around, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.  She pulls her lighter out of her pocket as she walks up to Stoner.

Fifteen minutes later…

Misty is sitting at her patio table in her backyard once again, both of her titles sitting on the table in front of her.  She is growing more and more impatient and she looks at the cameraman.

Misty: Screw this!  Roll the damn camera.

Cameraman: It’s been rolling…

Misty: Oh, that’s just great.  Well, looks like I get to conduct my own interview, now don’t I?

Off camera, the cameraman shrugs his shoulders, but gives Misty a thumbs up, telling her to do whatever she wants.

Misty: Ok, SCW, are you ready for this?  Because, I sure as hell am.  Our number one incompetent reporter, “Stoner” Scott Oliver, has gone missing in action, so I’ll just cut to the chase and address not only my opponents, but my tag team partner as well.  I’ve got quite a bit to say, and I expect each and every one of you to listen very carefully.  You see, in just two days in Laughlin, Nevada at the Riverside Hotel, I’m involved in the main event.  That…that is not the horrible part, because let’s face it, I’m the only main event quality Bombshell you all get to see.

Misty smiles arrogantly, as she leans forward, placing her elbows on the table.

Misty: I’m the Bombshell Champion and the NWA World Cruiserweight Champion.  I should be in the main event every week!  My tag team partner, Veronica Taylor, should feel very lucky that she is teamed up with me this week, because I will be the one to make sure we walk away with the win.  She sure as hell can’t.  Come on, Veronica Taylor in the main event?!  Even speaking those words makes me want to puke.  The girl thinks she’s a supermodel for crying out loud!  The only “promotional” work she ever does is showing her lame ass photo shoots that she honestly believes people want to see.  Newsflash, Veronica, nobody cares about you, or your pansy ass modeling career.  Why don’t you leave the wrestling matches to those of us who can actually fight with moves other than hair-pulling?

Misty puts her hand on the Bombshell Title and smiles.

Misty: Veronica, if you know what is good for you, you won’t get in my way on Sunday.  You don’t want to harm that so called gorgeous little body of yours, now do you?

Misty shakes her head, answering her own question.

Misty: No, I don’t think you do.  So you’ll be sure to let me handle the foul mouthed redneck train wreck, Brandi Shotze and her soon to be roadkill tag team partner, Vixen.  I plan on taking out Brandi and Vixen by myself, so Veronica, you’re just a useless bit of trash thrown into the real fight.  Got it?  Good.

Misty leans back in her chair again, still keeping her eyes locked on the camera.

Misty: For the past three days I’ve had to be subjected to this Twitter bullshit.  It seems like my so-called competition are quite the outspoken ones.  All the “men” have been sitting back, enjoying the virtual catfight, and it’s making me sick.  Brandi even tried to make me out to be the stupid one.  I could explain myself a million times to that he-woman to the point I go blue in the face.  Oh, wait, I bet she’s thinking “at least you’d have some color”, right Brandi?  Please, your little insults don’t bother me.  That’s high school bullshit, but you wouldn’t know that would you?

Misty takes her Bombshell Title and tosses it over her shoulder.

Misty: Brandi, you walk around thinking that the insults you throw at everyone is proof that you can fight.  You think that it’s proof you really stand any chance at working your way up in this business?  Sorry to tell you, but you’re sorely mistaken.  Trash talking doesn’t automatically make you the one everyone should fear.  No, if anything, it just makes you the one people laugh at.  I know I do.  Just listening to you speak makes me laugh, because you’re nothing but a damn joke.  You might not be afraid of anyone they put in your path, but Brandi, you should be afraid of me, because on Sunday, I’m going to show everyone just why you’ll NEVER be the Bombshell Champion, no matter how hard you try.  People may say that you slaughtered me this week with your words on Twitter, but let them say whatever the hell they want.  I don’t need to do the trash talking everyone else does to prove I’m the best.  Trash talking didn’t get me these two titles, now did they?  No, my wrestling skill did.  After I’m through beating you and Vixen, I’ll toss Veronica Taylor into the ring for you to bloody up a little, just as a present.  Sound good?

Misty smirks a little, then runs her hand over her Bombshell Title resting on her shoulder.  She looks at it, then looks into the camera again.  An evil look suddenly appears on her face, as she breathes for several seconds, building up her thoughts.

Misty: That leaves little ol’ Vixen, doesn’t it?  The one who has made her intentions on taking my title away from me very clear the past few weeks…the one who’s blood will be all over the ring, and the building, if she makes one more stupid move.  Do you get what I’m saying, Vixen?  You may have joined ranks with my ex-fiancee and his lowly band of losers, but that doesn’t mean shit to me.  What is important to me is this title resting on my shoulder.  What is important is the fact that you think you stand a chance at taking it from me.  Joining the New X-Tremes only shows more than you don’t stand a chance.  All they do in NXT is lose, and here I actually made the mistake of thinking you were smarter than that.  Here’s a few words of advice, and warning, Vixen.  Whatever victories you may happen to get, Spike will try and steal your thunder.  He’ll try and use the glory all for himself, so I suggest if you don’t want to see that happen, you get out while you still can.  It doesn’t make much difference to me, though, because I plan on showing everyone that you belong there, actually.

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty: Damn, I just contradicted myself, didn’t I?  Let me try and make myself clear here. The New X-Tremes are a bunch of losers.  Vixen joined The New X-Tremes, therefore, that makes her a loser.  Perfect fit honestly.  My bombshell title will NEVER be a part of NXT.  It doesn’t matter what Spike says or does.  It doesn’t matter what Vixen says or does.  The Bombshell Title is staying right where it is.  I’ve already beaten Vixen once, and I plan on beating her each and every time she’s throw at me.  She can’t beat me.

Just then, loud laughter is heard coming from inside Misty’s house.  She turns her head sharply to look inside the window before she shoves her chair away from the table and heads inside, the camera man following behind her.  Misty opens the door, and waves her hand in front of her face.  She walks into the kitchen to find a big mess…literally.  

Misty: What the hell is going on Electra?!

Stoner Scott quickly hides a plastic bag in his pocket, but doesn’t notice it drops to the floor, as Misty stares at them, wide eyed and infuriated.  Both Electra and Stoner Scott are covered in a chocolatey substance, as is half of the counter, cabinets and even the ceiling.  Electra licks some of the chocolate off of her finger, smiles and laughs.

Electra: What?  We were making brownies and the batter just…exploded!

Electra and Stoner Scott look at each other and start laughing at Electra’s sort of pun.

Stoner: Dude, did you put a bomb in there?

Misty: Get out!  Get out of my house!  Now!

Stoner: But, I found this awesome recipe back in Amsterdam..

Misty walks over to Stoner Scott, grabs him by his sleeve and proceeds to drag him toward the front door.

Electra: Hey!  I need his help with the brownies!

Misty opens the front door and pushes Stoner Scott outside, then slams the door in his face.  She turns around to face Electra, who is standing behind her with a saddened look on her face.  She licks some more of the brownie mix off of her finger, when Misty walks up to her and smacks her upside the head like she normally does.

Electra: Ow!

Misty: You better get that kitchen spotless in the next half hour!

Electra: It wasn’t my fault your damn mixer made the batter explode!

Misty raises her hand again, causing Electra to flinch.

Misty: I..don’t…care!  Just do it!  And spray some damn air freshener in this place!

Misty storms off into another room, mumbling profanities under her breath.  Electra sulks her way back into the kitchen and over to the bowl with the remaining brownie mixture.  She looks at the floor and smiles, as she picks up the bag Stoner Scott dropped.  She looks around, not seeing Misty, before she looks into the camera and holds a finger over her mouth as if telling everyone to keep quiet.

**SCENE FADES OUT**

 Winning the NWA World Cruiserweight Title back on February 29th in London was a big accomplishment in Misty’s career.  She had been a champion before, of course, but the honor that comes with being the NWA World Cruiserweight Champion is just so much more…important it seems.

To be known as the very best out of not one, but several federations has only added to the already huge ego that Misty had before winning the title.  She craved that stardom…that legendary status.  And so far, she’s doing a damn good job.  And she plans to keep it that way for as long as she possibly can.

When she won the World Cruiserweight title, she knew the traveling schedule wouldn’t be easy.  Her home federation, Sin City Wrestling, is based in Las Vegas and the surrounding area, but being an NWA Champion meant traveling every month to defend her title, and in a different region every month.  She lucked out in March, as her first defense, well technically it wasn’t a defense.  That hag Angelica had somehow gotten a shot at her in hopes of defeating her, thus earning a shot at the title at a future date.  Fortunately for Misty, she had defeated Angelica and put that bimbo in her place.

Now, it is ICW’s chance.  A very lucky opponent gets to face Misty, this time with the title on the line.  That very lucky, or in his case UNLUCKY opponent, is someone who was involved in the very match that Misty won to become the champion.  Sadly for this man, he didn’t last long enough in the gauntlet match, and Misty walked away as the winner.  But ICW superstar DJ has been given a second chance.

Oh DJ…do you realize what is in store for you?

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Monday April 23rd

With less than a week to go until SCW’s next supershow, London Brawling, Misty should be doing promotional work for her big Bombshell Title match against Raynin and Vixen.  She should be back in London, showing everyone there why she will be walking out of The Royal Albert Hall with the Bombshell title once again around her waist.  But, she’s not.

No, instead, she is on a plane bound for Ohio.  Her first of two matches for the week is scheduled for Wednesday Night in Cleveland on ICW’s Wednesday Night Rampage, as she puts her NWA World Cruiserweight title on the line in the main event against DJ.  DJ?  Who the hell is he?

It doesn’t really matter at this point.  He wants something that belongs to Misty, so he must be stopped.   And he will be.  As soon as Misty gets some sleep and is well rested and ready for the big match.

Which is what she is doing now.

The long flight back to the states already proved to be too much for Misty.  The European tour SCW has been on has taken its toll and not long into the several hours long flight, Misty had layed her head back only intending to ‘rest her eyes,’ when she fell into a deep sleep.  Her friend, Electra Blaze, couldn’t even wake her.

Electra: Misty?  Hey, Misty, wake up!

But, no luck as the fiery brunette tried to shake Misty awake.  Misty remained in a deep sleep, so Electra got back to reading her magazine.

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****Inside Misty’s Head****

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at the room around her.  Wait a minute…shouldn’tt she be on the place to Ohio?  That is the last place she remembers falling asleep, anyway.

Misty brings her hand to her eyes, rubbing away the last remnants of sleep away, and she sits up in the bed, getting a long look at her surroundings.  Something seemed familiar about this place, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

“Electra?  Electra, what the f*ck is going on?!’  She called out, receiving no response.

As she looks around, sitting on the pillow next to her is her NWA Cruiserweight title, nice and shiny and neatly placed.  She takes a hold of it, growing more confused.

“ELECTRA?!”

Misty jumped off the bed and headed for the door, when a familiar voice behind her startles her.

“She’s not here, Misty.”

Oh great, she’s back.  And by she, I mean Misty’s ghostly “frienemy,” Sydney.

“What the hell is going on, Syd?  Where am I, and where is Electra?”  Misty asks, looking around the room, and out the hall, once again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…I’m very disappointed in you, Misty.  I’m shocked you don’t know where you are.”  Sydney replies, taking a few steps toward her.

Misty shakes her head and scowls. “I don’t have time for your mysterious crap, Syd.  I have a match in Cleveland—“

Sydney shakes her head. “That match is over, Misty.”

“What?”

“That match was weeks ago, chickie.  Don’t you remember?”

Misty only seems more confused as she looks at the NWA title in her hand, then to Sydney.

“So I won, then?  I mean I must have because—“

Before she can finish her sentence, the NWA title vanishes right before her eyes.  She looks at her hand, wide-eyed, and seemingly terrified.

“What the hell?!  What is going on Sydney?!”

Sydney walks up to Misty, placing a hand on her shoulder.  “Damn, girl, that loss affected you more than I thought it would.  You can’t even remember losing it, much less coming back here.  And here I thought that a loss didn’t affect you like this.  Guess I was wrong.”

Misty yanks her shoulder from Sydney’s grasp.  “I…I don’t understand.  Where is here?!  Sydney, what the hell is going on?!”

At the snap of a finger, Sydney makes the room just a little bit brighter.  

“Look around you,” she says. “What do you see?”

Misty looks around the room, furiously trying to get a grasp on what is happening, and where she is.

“My stuff?”  She replies. “Why is all my stuff here?  Wait…”

Misty looks at the room closer, then turns back to Sydney, shocked.  Sydney nods with smile as Misty finally understands, and remembers this place.  She had lived here once before.

“I’m back in Chicago…I’m back…home?  But, why?!”

The walls surrounding her bring back the memories.  The memories of the years she had lived here…The house she had bought in Chicago.  But, that was seven years ago.  Before she met Spike.  Before she had moved to St. Louis, and just months ago, to Las Vegas.

“You never sold this house, Misty.  You told Spike you did, but you lied, and I think you know why.”

Misty manages to stifle a laugh and says, “Yeah because I knew deep down that my relationship with him was never meant to be, and I didn’t want to be stuck in that shithole St. Louis for the rest of my life.  I’m just sorry that I put myself through that for six years.  But, I have a life in Las Vegas now wrestling for SCW.  Why would I come back here?”

Misty walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge.  She tries to remember the last few weeks, but she just can’t for whatever reason.

“Because you quit.”  Sydney responds.

Misty darts her head back up, staring at Sydney, wide-eyed. “Excuse me?!”

“After you lose the cruiserweight title to DJ in Ohio, you went back to London for the Bombshell title match…your last match…and you quit.  You gave it all up…again.”

Misty begins shaking her head, refusing to believe a word Sydney is telling her.

“No.” She says. “No. No. No. No. NO!  I wouldn’t do that!  I’m not a quitter!”

Sydney laughs. “That’s what I thought, but London Brawling just proved too much for big bad Misty.  And to think I went through all that trouble to get you to kick Spike to the curb.”

“You’re lying!”  Misty shouts, pulling at her hair. “QUIT LYING TO ME!”

“I’m not lying…at least not yet, but you could prove me wrong.”  Sydney replies, suddenly sounding optimistic.  Misty glares at her, her eyes looking as though she was almost in tears.

“I’m…dreaming, aren’t I?”  Misty growls, glaring at Sydney.  “You stupid bitch!”

Sydney laughs.  “You really need to work on your insults, you know that?  Bitch is hardly an insult to anyone anymore.”

“What was the point to all this?” Misty asks, pointing all around the room. ‘Showing me something that is never gonna happen?”

“Oh, it will happen, Misty, and we both know it.  This match against DJ is your first title defense as Cruiserweight Champ.  Do you remember what happened when you defended the Bombshell Title for the first time?”

Misty glares at Sydney, almost burning holes through her ghostly friend. “Shut the hell up, Syd.  Just shut up!”

“I know you remember.” Sydney says. “You’ve never been able to forget, have you?”

Misty stands up and walks past Sydney, refusing to look at her anymore. “I said shut up!  Don’t say it!”

“You lost.”

In a fit of Rage, Misty balls up a fist and punches the wall, leaving a nice indentation on it.  It doesn’t seem to phase her, though, as she spins around and gets nose to nose with Sydney.

“Fuck…off!!”  She growls, breathing heavily in Sydney’s face.

“Oh, how I wish I could, but you see, I’m here to make sure none of this becomes a reality.  Oh, look at what you’ve done to your hand.”  Sydney points to Misty’s hand, which has quickly swollen to twice its size, and started turning black and blue.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about my hand.”  Misty snaps. “I’m not going to lose, Syd.  Not this time.  I don’t care what I have to do.  I’ll break DJ’s legs if I have to.  I will NOT lose.”

“That,” Sydney begins. “That is exactly what I want to see from you.  That fire in your eyes.”

Misty smiles evilly, but a thought soon crosses into her mind, and the smile fades.

“Fire…”

Sydney nods to Misty, and Misty’s eyes widen.

“Oh shit…Electra!"

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“ELECTRA!”  Misty screams, and jolts herself awake, but she is too late.  Electra takes a picture from a passenger asking for an autograph, and removes a hidden lighter from somewhere.  She clicks the lighter, and sets the picture on fire with a crazed laugh.

“NO!”  Misty slaps the burning picture from Electra’s hand, as a flight attendant and a U.S Marshall aboard the flight rush over to them.

The flight attendant has a fire extinguisher in her hands, and the U.S Marshall grabs a hold of Electra, pulling her hands behind her back.  Misty looks on in horror as Electra fights to get free.

“Let me go!” She shouts. “Oh, please, it’s not like it was a bomb!”

And chaos ensues.  The other passengers on the flight begin panicking, having heard Electra wrong.  Misty looks to the U.S Marshall.

“Can you just let her go, please?  I can promise you I will keep her under—“

“Get back to your seat, miss, or I’ll place you under arrest also.”  The U.S Marshall warns her, before turning his attention to the flight attendant.  “Maxie, please inform the pilot to make an emergency landing at the nearest airport as soon as possible and to make an announcement to calm down the rest of the passengers.”

Maxie nods, then hurries off towards the front of the plane.  Misty plops down in her seat, as fellow passengers stare at her.  The U.S Marshall subdues Electra at the front of the plane, then returns to where she was seated next to Misty and grabs the lighter from the floor.

“How did she get this on the plane?”  He asks, holding the lighter for Misty to see.

Misty shrugs her shoulders and says, “Hell if I know.  I’m not her babysitter.”

He places the lighter in his pocket before giving Misty a stern look. “When the plane lands, I’ll need you to come with me for questioning also.”

Misty folds her arms and growls. “Is that really necessary?  You can lock her up for all I care!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for the inconvenience, but due to a disturbance on board, I’ve just been informed we are to make an emergency landing at the nearest airport.  JFK International Airport in New York is ready and waiting for our arrival.  We ask that you remain calm, and please stay seated until instructed otherwise.”

Misty buries her head in her hand with a growl, then shakes her head.

“Oh this is JUST great.  I have a match in Cleveland on Wednesday night!”

Up at the front of the plane, Electra looks at the U.S Marshall with pleading innocent eyes.

“Can I have my lighter back now?"

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Tuesday Night
JFK International Airport

Misty and Electra are seen walking out of the customs room.  Misty doesn’t look very thrilled and Electra rubs her wrists, the noticeable lines from the handcuffs apparently bothering her.  As they walk up to a restroom, holding their duffel bags, Misty stops Electra and looks at her.

Electra: What?

*WHAP!*  Misty slaps Electra hard across the back of her head.  Electra grabs a hold of her head, rubbing it.

Electra: Ow!  Dammit, that hurt!

Misty: I swear, Electra, I better be able to make it to Cleveland by tomorrow night, or I swear, you’re going to wish I never brought you back!  What were you thinking?!

Electra shakes off the affects of Misty’s hand to her head.

Electra: You heard what I told them in there!  I forgot I had that one on me and when that little punk—

Misty: Just shut up!  You’re so damn lucky I have a note from your psychiatrist handy and that they bought that excuse that you were off your meds.

Electra pouts, bottom lip out and all.

Electra: I still never got my lighter back…

*WHAP!*

Electra: OW!  DAMMIT!

Misty: Shut up about the damn lighter!  I don’t know how I managed to schedule us a flight back to London after my match against DJ, but you are NOT to touch a single lighter until we are back in Las Vegas after this tour.  Got it?!

Electra: Awww, come on.  It was an honest mistake.

Misty raises her hand to slap Electra a third time, but Electra flinches, sensing it was coming.

Misty: Bullshit!  Just keep your mouth shut until I tell you to talk, and do as I tell you.  I have a lot at stake this week, and I won’t hesitate to let you rot in jail for another stupid decision.

Electra: Fine.  Whatever!

Misty: Good, now come on.  I’ve had to pee for the last two hours!

Misty shoves Electra into the restroom, following behind her, as the scene fades to black.

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"I'm not the same Misty I was two months ago when I won this title...the NWA World Cruiserweight title.  No, I've changed.  I've returned to the person I was long before anyone in the NWA even knew who I was."

"Back on February 29th, I fought two matches in one night.  First, I battled Lucian Frost to secure my spot in the gauntlet match.  I beat him as I said I would, and later on that night, I was the final entrant in the gauntlet to crown the winner of the J-Cup and the new NWA Cruiserweight Champion.  I had Spike in my corner as I defeated Jace Logan to win the tournament.  I made my name known in the NWA."

"Today, everyone still knows me, but a lot are saying that my win was a fluke...a one time thing.  To them I say KISS MY ASS!"

"My win was anything BUT a fluke.  I may have been the final entrant, but I still won.  My own opponent this week can't say that.  Can you DJ?"

"No, you entered the ring as the seventh entrant after Jace Logan eliminated...oh, hell, I can't even remember that coward's name, but I just know he was from SCW...Anyway, you came out after entrant number six was eliminated to face Jace Logab, the very person I beat for this title."

"You fought, yes, but it just wasn't hard enough.  You could have had your shot at facing me, but you blew it.  Either way, had I faced you, I would have still won.  Just like I plan to do on Wednesday Night Rampage."

"You get your shot at me DJ, and the NWA Cruiserweight Title is on the line.  This shiny belt I hold in my hands will be the very thing we both will be fighting for.  You will be fighting to win it...to take it from me, and I will be fighting to keep it away from you."

"I don't take too kindly to someone trying to steal what is mine...What belongs to me.  And that is what you are trying to do.  You want to take what is mine, but I won't let you!  You can't have it!  You can't!  It's mine!  Do you hear me?!  The NWA World Cruiserweight title is mine!"

"I hope you're ready DJ, and I hope ICW is ready.  I'm going to take all of you by storm.  The NWA Cruiserweight title is staying right where it belongs."

 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.

 A long line of cars stretches throughout Resurrection Cemetery just outside of Chicago.  This funeral procession is at least a mile long.  The hurse carrying the casket of sixteen year old Sydney Campbell stops near the open grave where Sydney is to be laid to rest.  Sydney’s father, a county police officer, was also able to arrange a police escort, as friends and family gather to say their goodbyes to his daughter.

Once everyone is out of their vehicles, the six men chosen as pall bearers by Sydney’s family carry her casket to her gravesite memorial set up.  Everyone gathers around, as the minister stands by waiting to start.  All of Sydney’s friends and family are there except one person.  Sydney’s best friend, Misty, is nowhere to be seen.  She is not too far away, though.

Misty watches from a distance, having chosen to avoid everyone else.  She couldn’t even get herself to attend Sydney’s wake.  The shock over Sydney’s death still has not subsided.  Not only that, but she couldn’t understand why Sydney would do this.  How could her best friend take her own life?  Why hadn’t Sydney tried to reach out to her for help?

Or had she?

It didn’t matter now, did it?  Sydney was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.  Misty was forced to stand and watch and listen as the minister speaks about Sydney.  She watches as Sydney’s parents cry.  She watches as they cry and she balls up her fists, doing everything she can to hold herself back from causing a scene in front of everyone.  How dare they cry over Sydney’s death, when they both treated her like garbage?  The only member of Sydney’s family that was allowed to shed a tear over this tragic loss was her sister, Jenna.  At least, that was how Misty felt.

After several minutes, the minister finished the memorial service.  Everyone paid their final respects, some leaving roses on her casket, before heading to their cars and leaving.  But Misty waited.  She waited for everyone, including Sydney’s family to leave.  She waited, and watched as cemetery workers came and lowered Sydney’s casket into the ground, but they did not cover it right away.  That was when she took her chance.  

Misty slowly walked over to Sydney’s grave, carrying a single rose.  She stopped over the grave and glanced down at Sydney’s casket.  Her sister must have picked out the casket, as it was a dark blue tint.  It was what Sydney would have wanted.

Misty dropped to her knees, the tears now flowing from her eyes uncontrollably.  She tossed the rose down into the grave, watching as it landed on top of the casket.  She buried her head in her hands and continued to sob, the emotions she felt finally being released.

“Why…why, Syd? “ She sobbed. “How could….you do this?”

She couldn’t admit it, but Misty knew what a horrible friend she had been the last few months.  She hadn’t spoken to Sydney at all, as she was too focused on backyard wrestling with Max.  She didn’t realize that Sydney was that depressed, or else she would have been better to her.  She would have been there for her.  She would have tried to stop her.

“I’m so sorry, Syd.”  She continued as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I should have been there for you.  I should have seen how much you were hurting, but I didn’t.  You shouldn’t have done this, Syd.  You shouldn’t have killed yourself.  I should have stopped this.  You shouldn’t be gone…you shouldn’t be dead!”

Just then, one of the cemetery workers walks up behind her, startling her.

“Miss, is there someone I can call for you?  We’re gonna need you to leave now, but I want to make sure you’re alright.”  He says, placing a hand on her back and helping her to her feet.

“I’m fine…I’ll be fine.” She says, brushing dirt off her pants.  “My sister is going to pick me up in a little bit.”

“You sure?  You don’t look so good.”

Misty nods, and smiles just a bit. “I’m sure.  Thank you, though.”

The man shrugs his shoulders, but doesn’t try to further upset her.  Misty glances down into the grave one last time, saying goodbye in her mind, but also promising that she would be there to visit every chance she got.  Deep down, though, she knew that was a lie.  Visiting Sydney’s grave would be too painful, and she didn’t know when she be back to visit…if at all.

Sydney was dead, and no amount of time she spent at the cemetery would ever change that.  Why torture herself with feeling this pain everyday?

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Dear Misty,

I never expected us to be as close of friends as we have been over the last year and a half.  To go from me hating you and wanting to kick your ass one day, to us laughing at each other’s jokes and stupidity the next took me by surprise.  But, I needed that and you know that.  I needed your friendship.

When you would come over to my house to hang out, you saw what my father was like.  He was a drunken belligerent asshole, but what you witnessed was only a fraction of what he could really dish out.  When he knew you were there, he would tame down quite a bit, and when you weren’t around, it was a living nightmare.  That is why I needed you Misty.  You were the only one who was ever there for me.

None of my other so-called friends would bother coming over.  They knew my father, so they would always make excuses not to come over, but you never made excuses.  Your visits saved me from unprovoked beatings, or sometimes worse.  Do you know that?  Do you really realize how much your friendship meant to me?
The last six months have been pure hell, Misty.  I tried so hard to get a hold of you pretty much every day, but you were just never around.  I saw you at school, but you were always with Max and his buddies.  I needed to confide in you, but it was like I was suddenly invisible to you.  You just dropped me as a friend to get involved with that stupid backyard wrestling with Max.  I needed you, and you weren’t there.  

I was pregnant, Misty.  Did you know that?  No, you didn’t because you avoided me.  You never returned my calls, or spoke to me at school.  I didn’t know what the hell to do.  My father found out and you know what happened?  I had no choice but to get an abortion.  It doesn’t matter much now, because I wasn’t ready to have a kid, but it would have been nice to have a friend to turn to for some help or advice.  I thought I could count on you, but I guess I was wrong.  You’re probably wondering who the father was, so I’ll tell you.  It was Alex.  That name sound familiar?  It should because he’s one of the assholes you hang out with everyday.

I told him I was pregnant, but the asshole didn’t want anything to do with me after that.  He did what most other guys do, and claimed it wasn’t his when he knew damn well it was his.  I could have used your help on that, too, but it doesn’t matter now.  What’s done is done.

I want you to know that I’m so grateful for the short time I had you as a friend.  We had a lot of fun times together, and I’m sorry I almost kicked your ass.  It was funny, true, but we could have had more good times, had I not wasted time hating you for stupid reasons.  I valued out friendship so much, whether you felt the same or not.  I hope you are successful in everything that you set out to do in your life, but I can tell you that, if you are reading this, I won’t be around to witness any of it.  If you think about trying to reach out to me after reading this letter, it will already be too late.

I’m sorry for doing this to you, but I needed you to know what I’ve been going through.  I’m going to miss you and all the good times we shared.  I hope you will, too.  Have fun in school.  Be happy with your life.  Don’t let bullshit eat away at you like I did.

Goodbye, Misty.
Love you like a sis…Sydney

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It had been just over a week since Misty finally read Sydney’s letter.  She had finally done what Sydney asked her to do, but she wished she hadn’t.  What had Sydney wanted to accomplish by her reading the letter?  Misty had a feeling.

What else could Sydney want, other than to punish Misty for what she had done, and what better way to punish her then by making her lose.  Sydney knew Misty had two important matches coming up, and regardless of what the letter said, Misty knew deep down that Sydney didn’t want her to be happy.  Sydney wouldn’t allow Misty to win either of the two matches coming up.

She was doing a damn good job at distracting her, now.  Ever since she had read the letter, she couldn’t seem to focus on much of anything else.  She tried to focus her mind and energy on winning the Bombshell Championship, and then the NWA Cruiserweight Championship, but she was always brought back to that letter, and what Sydney had said.  She hadn’t seen Sydney since she read the letter, and she thought that maybe she had finally left for good.  She was wrong.

As she is starting to get her suitcase ready for her trip to London, she nearly jumps out of her skin as Sydney appears out of thin air in front of her, a wicked smile on her face.  It was a new smile for her.  One that confused Misty.

“Geez, Sydney!  You need to stop doing that to me.  Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Tempting thought, but no.”

“What are you still doing here, Syd?  I did what you wanted me to.  I read your letter, and you’re on the very of accomplishing your goal.”

Sydney sits(or does what a ghost can anyway) down on Misty and Spike’s bed, and just stares at Misty.  That same wicked grin doesn’t leave her face.

“And my goal would be what exactly, Misty?”

Misty tosses the clothes she has in her hand down on the bed.  She glares at Sydney, and folds her arms across her chest.

“You want me to fail!  You know that if I win the Bombshell Championship, and then go on to win the NWA Cruiserweight Championship that I’ll be happy.  I’ll be happy when you weren’t, and you want to punish me.  I’m not stupid!

Sydney laughs and sprawls her ghostly form out on the bed, placing her hands behind her head.

“Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong, Misty.  For someone who says she’s not stupid, you’re certainly fooling the shit out of me at the moment.  I don’t want you to lose, Misty.”

“Like I believe that?  Why else would you be doing this to me?  You knew that when I read that letter that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else.  You knew what it would do to me, and you honestly expect me to be able to beat Kittie, Raynin and Brooklyn Carter feeling like this?”

Sydney nods.

“That is exactly what I expect, Misty.  You’ve been wrestling for seventeen years!  I don’t expect, or even want you to lose these matches, girl.  If you don’t succeed in this career, my death will have basically been for nothing.  You abandoned our friendship to pursue this, so I’m going to make sure that you are as successful as you possibly can be.”

Misty throws her hands up in the air, and growls loudly.  She shakes her head, utterly confused at Sydney’s sudden change in demeanor.

“Would you tell me what the hell you mean?!  I don’t speak in this code you’re speaking in, so I’d like to know what the hell you want now, because I’m on a thin rope as it is.”

“You’ll find out very soon, Misty.  I’m here to help you, and you’ll see exactly what I mean.  I know you.  I know what is going on inside your head each and every day.  I’ve got big plans for you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I want, and at the same time, you will get what you want as well.”

Misty takes a deep breath and sighs.  She looks to the floor and shakes her head.

“You’re really being a pain in my ass, Syd.  You know that?  I wish you would just fucking disappear already!  My life would be far less complicated at the moment without you in it.  I’m starting to feel crazier than Kittie!”

Sydney lets out a laugh.

“Maybe you are, but is that really such a bad thing?  The craziness seems to help your so-called friend.”

“Well it doesn’t help me!  Every single one of my opponents will try and use whatever they can against me.  I’ve done it with Kittie before.  People like to use their opponents mental issues as an advantage in their matches.  I’m not going to let that happen with me.  I’m not going to give Kittie, Raynin or Brooklyn any fuel.  I won’t, Syd.”

“The only one who will cost you these matches, is yourself.  I know you can win, and so does everyone else.  You know what you have to do to win, and you need to do it.  I’m just here to help you.”

Misty suddenly snaps.  She tosses her suitcase, and everything she had inside across the room.  The suitcase hits a dresser, knocking a picture frame on to the floor, and the glass shatters.  

“Quit saying that, damn it!  Quit saying you’re here to help me, because you’re not!  I don’t need your fucking help, if this is what you think you are doing!  You want to help me?  Leave me the fuck alone and let me get back to living my life.  You may have been miserable with your life, Syd, but I’ll be damned if you’re gonna make me be miserable with mine!”

Misty walks over to the picture that fell to the floor.  She picks up the frame, and looks at the picture of her family.  She, Spike, Timmy and Eden were all smiles in the picture.  Misty places the picture back on the dresser and starts cleaning up the glass, as Sydney watches.

“You really need to quit blaming everyone else for being miserable, Misty.  You’ve got so much denial going on.  It’s pathetic.  It’s ok though.  If you feel the need to point the finger at me, that’s fine.  Things are going to change real soon, and you know it deep down.  I’ll leave you alone for now, but just know, I’m not finished with you.  Good luck with your matches.  You’re going to need it if you keep going in the direction you’re headed.”

Sydney vanishes just as quickly as she had appeared.  Misty shakes her head once again, as she looks at the picture again.  She kept telling herself that was all that mattered in her life.  She wanted Spike, Eden, and Timmy to see her be successful.  Everything she was doing, she was doing for them, and for the sake of their family.  She had no idea what Sydney was talking about.  

Now she just had to try and store away the feelings that Sydney had managed to help bring back to life.  Sydney said she wanted Misty to win?  Ok, if that was the case, then Misty had to get back to focusing at the tasks that lay ahead of her.  Kittie, Raynin and Brooklyn already had plenty to say about her, and this upcoming match.  She has one hell of a fight ahead of her.

But it is a fight she is very much looking forward to.

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“My opponents were quite outspoken last week, weren’t they?  I watched and listened to everything they had to say very carefully.  I know very well what to expect from each of these women, and I know that in the end, I’ll be the one walking away with the Bombshell Championship.  They can try and deny it all they want, but they know…oh, do they know.”

“Raynin seems to want to focus all of her attention on Kittie.  She must feel that Kittie is the biggest threat going into this match.  While that may be slightly true, Raynin seems to be forgetting how much of a threat I am, and will be, once the four of us are in that ring with the Bombshell Champion on the line.  I was the champion before Kittie, and I’m going to do whatever I have to do to be the champion again.  Raynin can’t deny that I’m better than she is.  I’ve proved it over and over again, and I guess I have to prove it again at Blaze of Glory.  I don’t even know what the hell to say about Raynin that I haven’t said already.  She hasn’t done shit to impress me.  Maybe once she does something impressive…something MEMORABLE…I’ll decide if she’s worthy of holding the Bombshell Championship.  Until then…she’s not.”

“But, she is more worthy of the title than that bitch Brooklyn Carter.  Not much more, but I give her the edge over Brooklyn any day.  Brooklyn honestly thinks that we’re nervous to face her?  She truly believes that we’re afraid to face her because we supposedly know she’s going to win?  HA!  Don’t flatter yourself, bitch.  I don’t have one ounce of nervousness facing you!  I’m looking forward to stepping into that ring and kicking your ass, and showing you exactly how I feel about you.  Actions speak louder than words, and Brooklyn, come Sunday night, my actions will speak VOLUMES about the way I feel about you.  Maybe you should smoke one big fat ‘dutch’ before this match, because the pain I’m going to inflict on you will be so severe, you’re going to want to do whatever you can to escape the pain.  The Bombshell Champion will NEVER be yours, Brooklyn.  NEVER.”

“Last but not least, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Kittie!  Heh, sarcasm is such a wonderful thing, don’t you all agree?  Kittie is harboring a lot of hard feelings toward me…still, and quite honestly, I’m getting just a little bit bored with it.  Over and over again, I’ve heard the same shit.  Misty did this…Misty did that…Misty is a selfish bitch.  Get over it, Kittie!  You want to make me pay?  Fine…prove it in the ring this Sunday.  Let’s put up one last bitch fight and be done with it, alright?  After Blaze of Glory, we’ll know who the better one between the two of us is.  We’ll forget the past and move on.  We’re grown women, so let’s act like it, okay?  I don’t hate you for taking my Bombshell Championship…yes, I said it was mine…You’ve had your time in the spotlight, but I’ve got a lot more ahead of me, so I’m going to need my belt back.”

“I have to say, I’m hoping and praying that these new Bombshells that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have signed recently have a lot to offer.  I’m growing tired of facing Kittie over and over again.  I need some more competition!  Come on ladies!  Show us what you got.  Don’t hold back, but don’t get too cocky either.  It’s going to take a lot for us to be in the same league.  Being a supermodel won’t cut it in this business.  The Bombshells are fighters.  We’re the best SCW has to offer, and everyone knows it.”

“Blaze of Glory is going to be a night to remember.  I won’t give up…I won’t stop.  Kittie…Raynin…Brooklyn…I’ll fight until I literally cannot walk anymore.  The fact is…I want the Bombshell Championship more than any of you, and it WILL be mine.  See you ladies real soon.”

Scene fades to black.

 A History Lesson

History.

That is one very significant word on my mind at this very moment.  It is the one word that holds so much meaning to everyone in the world today.  We’ve all taken history classes of some kind during our school days, so we all know important historical events that happened that changed the world.  It doesn’t matter where you are from.  Every single culture…every single country in this world, has some sort of major event that changed their lives.  Whatever the event, the stories that manifested from it, were passed down the generations and forever remembered.

When I think about certain events from the past, I don’t just think about the event itself, but also certain people involved as well.  There are certain people in history that not only affected the event itself, but it also impacted the world as a whole.  Because of their involvement, these people will forever be remembered.  Right now, I’d like to take a look at the ones who will be remembered in a positive light.

The Amazons

The Amazons were warriors, but not just any warriors.  They were WOMEN.  One thing I like to think about when I think of the Amazons is their involvement in the Trojan War.  Their queen, Penthesilea, led them to Troy, and sided with Troy’s defenders.

She had a couple different reasons, but only one is important to me.  Only one reason stands out.  Penthesilea brought the Amazons to Troy to prove what they were capable of.  She wanted everyone to know that they were fighters…that they were warriors.  She wanted to prove to everyone that the Amazon women were just as capable to fight in a war and endure whatever obstacles that would bring.  

In my eyes, she was successful.  These Amazon warriors fought in a war with men and proved themselves worthy.  They earned their respect in every battle they fought.  Win or lose, the Amazons are forever remembered in History.

Just like I will be.

St. Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc is yet another woman in history that is remembered for her involvement in a war.  This war was known as The Hundred Years’ War.  During one period of The Hundred Years’ War, Joan of Arc led the French army to several significant victories.  And while she was eventually captured and burned at the stake at just nineteen years old, she was later found to be innocent.

Hundreds of years after her death, Joan of Arc was then declared a saint in the Roman Catholic Church.  She is respected and remembered for her bravery and her acts in war.

Just like I will be.

Billie Jean King

Let’s take a look at someone in more recent years, now.  Billie Jean King was a professional tennis player.  I don’t really follow tennis, but what Billie Jean King did in 1973 made an important mark in the struggle for women’s equality.  Billie Jean King defeated a man named Bobby Riggs in what is known as ‘The Battle of the Sexes.”

Bobby Riggs was your typical male chauvinist.  He claimed that female tennis players were inferior to the men, so he first challenged Margaret Court.  He was victorious over her, and because of that victory, it only further boosted his ego.  He taunted every female tennis player, including Billie Jean King, and she eventually accepted his challenge.

On September 20th, 1973, Billie Jean King, who was 26 years younger than the 55 year old Bobby Riggs, defeated him on the court.  She was an important factor in gaining women’s equality in sports, and she is forever respected for this.  

Just like I will be.

You all must be wondering at this point, why I am focusing on these women.  Why am I giving you all a lesson in history, when all it is doing is probably boring you to death.  I will tell you why.  I am speaking of these women, because on February 29th, I plan to do just what they did.  I plan to have my name forever etched in history.  I want each and every one of you to remember me for being a fighter.  I want you to remember that I don’t back down.  I don’t give up.  I fight and claw my way to the top.  I am a warrior.  

You all will remember my name.  You will remember Misty as the woman who, first defeated Blade Alexander and Lucian Frost in the “Miracle Mile” match, then went on to win the NWA Cruiserweight Champion.  No matter your opinion of female wrestlers, I will do what only a few other women in the wrestling world have done.  

I will do what Madusa did when she won the WCW Cruiserweight title.

I will do what Jacqueline did when she won the WWE Cruiserweight Title.

It won’t be easy, but I believe in myself. I am going to go into the Super J-Cup and prove to the bosses in SCW, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, that they didn’t make a mistake in allowing me this opportunity.  I am going to make them, and the fans of SCW proud, when I bring the NWA Cruiserweight Title to Sin City Wrestling around my waist.  I plan on not only further proving myself to Mark and Christian, but to the fans also.

I have the heart of a champion, and after February 29th, there will be no doubt about it.  No one can stop me.  Not Lucian Frost.  Not any of the other seven men in the gauntlet for the NWA Cruiserweight Title.  Especially not Blade Alexander!  Get ready, NWA.  Misty is about to take you by storm.

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Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday February 5th

The scene opens up inside the home of Misty and Spike Staggs.  Spike, his brother Jamie, and Spike’s son Timmy are all down in the basement, making good use of the entertainment capital of the house.  Their yelling and occasional laughing is heard, through the closed door no less.  Misty is in the kitchen, cleaning up the chaotic mess that was left behind after lunch.  Little Eden Staggs is down for a nap, giving Misty the perfect opportunity to straighten up.

Her cell phone is sitting on the kitchen table, and as she is putting some dishes away, it rings.  She walks over and looks at her phone.  She doesn’t recognize the number, but answers the call anyway.

“Hello?...Oh, hey Christian.  What are you calling me for?”

Her eyes suddenly widen, and her jaw drops a little.

“Holy sh*t, are you serious?...But, I thought I wasn’t booked?...You really did that?...Man, I can’t thank you enough right now…Oh, don’t you worry about that.  I won’t let you guys down, I promise...Doesn’t matter if I win or lose, I’m going to show the NWA the level of talent you guys have in SCW, and show them what a Bombshell can do…Thanks again, Christian.”

Misty ends the call, then slowly places her phone back on the table.  A huge smile begins to form on her face, and her eyes show the most excitement she has seen in quite some time.  She runs over to the basement door and opens it.

”Spike!  Spike!  Get up here right now!”

She turns around, still smiling from ear to ear, as Spike stumbling up the basement stairs can be heard.  He nearly crashes through the door, almost looking concerned.

”What?!  What’s wrong?!

Misty turns around and looks at him, the smile not leaving her face.  She laughs as Spike looks around, almost as if he is looking for a fire or some other emergency.

”You’re never going to believe this.”

”Believe what?  What the hell is going on?”

”I just got a phone call from Christian Underwood.  He had some good news for me.”

Spike looks slightly confused, but very curious at the same time.

”Would you just get to the point already?  I let Jamie play for me down there, and Timmy is probably kicking my ass now.”

Misty laughs, but she could care less about the boys and their video games.

”Guess who just got added to the ‘Miracle Mile’ match at the NWA Super J-Cup?”

Spike points at Misty, and she nods her head, grinning widely once again.  

”You’re serious?  They actually allowed you to be entered into the match?”

”They sure did.  But, that’s not all.  This ‘Miracle Mile’ match will determine the final entrant in to the gauntlet match for the NWA Cruiserweight Title.  I’m the only woman booked in the entire show.  Spike, I could walk out of London as the NWA Cruiserweight Champion!”

”That’s awesome, but wait a minute…who are you facing?”

Misty bites her lip, hesitant on telling her very protective fiancée her first opponents.

”Well, there’s Lucian Frost…”

”Frost?  As in the SCW Roulette Champion, Lucian Frost?  That guy isn’t much bigger than you!”

Misty nods her head again, but holds her hand up, signaling there is more.

”There’s one more person in the match, Spike, and he’s not going to be an easy one to get past.  I have to figure out a way to beat Blade Alexander…”

Now Spike’s eyes widen in shock.  He balls up his fists, and his face starts turning a light shade of red.

”Blade Alexander?  Blade Alexander is going for the NWA Cruiserweight title?  You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Misty shakes her head.  She walks up and stands in front of Spike, trying to get him to relax.

”I wish I were, but I’m serious.  I don’t even know if he really wants the Cruiserweight Title, but apparently there was some miscommunication going on, and he got put into the mix.  Look on the bright side, though.  I’ll finally get an opportunity to show him up and show him just what I think of his constant obsession of talking trash about me.  I’ll actually get to fight the guy.  Can you imagine the bragging rights I’ll have if I beat him?”

Misty laughs, and even Spike can’t help but let a laugh escape.

”It’s not IF you beat him, but WHEN you beat him.  I gotta admit, I was hoping to kick his ass, but I think it’ll be that much sweeter when that ass kicking comes from you.”

”You’re damn right it will.  Blade has been a thorn in my side since day one, and I’m not going to let everything he has said about me slide.  I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect opponent in this first match then Blade Alexander.  I’ve watched him and I know exactly what to expect from him, which isn’t a whole lot.  He talks a lot of trash, but most of the time, he doesn’t back up his words.  He’s got a problem with me being a wrestler even though I have a family?  I’m going to show him that having a family won’t take away from my ability to beat his ass, then become the NWA Cruiserweight Champion.  This match won’t get here soon enough.”

Spike nods and smiles at his fiancee’s confidence.

”You know what to expect from Blade, but you have to make sure you know what to expect from the rest of the guys in the gauntlet match, too.  You’ve got to research them and find out what to expect from each and every one of those guys.”

”I know that, and I will.  I’m not going to make the mistake of going into either of these matches blind, Spike.  You know what makes this opportunity even better?  The fact that three days before the J-Cup, I’ll be bringing the Bombshell Title back home.  A few weeks ago we said NXT was going to be a golden stable, and it will.  After the J-Cup, I’ll have two title belts in my possession.  No one can stop me.  I’m not going to give up until I’m a double champion.”

”Hurry up, Bro!  Your son is kicking my ass down here!”

Jamie yells up the stairs, followed by Timmy’s laughing.

”I’m going with you to London, by the way.  There’s no way you’re going to do this without me there.”

”Like I’d let you stay home?  It’s going to be a big night for me, and for NXT.  The New X-Treme’s will be known as the dominant force in both SCW and NWA, and it all begins in London.  I can’t wait.”

Jamie and Timmy both yell up the stairs for Spike, causing Misty to roll her eyes.  

”Geez, just get your ass back down there already, Spike, before those two really get mad.  I swear, I shouldn’t have let you turn the basement into video game heaven.”

Spike laughs and shakes his head, but he turns around and disappears down into the basement, slamming the door behind him.  Misty shakes her head, as she turns around to finish cleaning up the kitchen.  Though she is pre-occupied with her current task, her mind is focused on one thing and one thing only…winning the NWA Cruiserweight Title.

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Diary of a Mad Woman: Pt. 3

Wednesday February 8th

I still can’t believe this opportunity that I’ve been given.  I get to walk into London’s majestic Royal Albert Hall as an almost unknown face to most of the NWA.  I get to showcase my talent and skills for all of the NWA to see, and I couldn’t be more excited.  This is almost a once in a lifetime opportunity, and there was no way I was going to pass it up!  No chance in hell!

In the days leading up to the J-Cup, I will be one very busy woman.  SCW’s next supershow, Blaze of Glory takes place just three days before the J-Cup and I have a big title match during that show.  I finally get my shot at bringing the Bombshell title back home where it belongs.  It’s amazing, really.  In a span of three days, I have two opportunities to put two different titles around my waist.  TWO!  I’m ecstatic just thinking about it.

I know what to expect going into the Bombshell title match, but I know I have a fight ahead of me to win the NWA Cruiserweight title.  Does that mean that people should label me the underdog going into the J-Cup?  Not in my opinion.  Anyone in SCW will tell you that I’ve proven myself time after time.  The only difference going into the J-Cup is that I’ll be facing only men.  My first two opponents I am familiar with, so I have the advantage there.

Lucian Frost is SCW’s current Roulette Champion.  He has a lot of talent, I admit, but the fact that he’s not much bigger than I am, doesn’t make him a huge threat in my eyes.  But that doesn’t mean  I will underestimate him and get overly confident.  He’s very mysterious, but the fact that he is a current champion goes to show what he can bring to the match.  I’m looking forward to facing him, honestly.  

And then there is Blade Alexander. *laughs* Blade Alexander is a man who has been a pain in my ass from day one.  Everyone knows how opinionated he is.  We’ve all listened to him constantly run his mouth, throwing insults out to anyone and everyone, and quite honestly, it’s getting pretty damn old.  He needs some new material, and I think he secretly fantasizes about me or something.  

Why do I think that?  One simple reason.  I am the only Bombshell on the SCW roster that he chooses to insult or bring up in his little rants all the time.  He constantly talks about my “big ass”.  That right there proves something!  I mean, how can you tell I have a big ass if you aren’t paying attention to it?  Right?!  Come February 29th, I’ll show him just what this so-called big ass of mine can do, and when the jackass gets beat by a woman, we’ll see what he has to say.  

There is one thing that I don’t get, really.  Does Blade even WANT to be the NWA Cruiserweight champion?  He’s out for the top gold, so honestly, the Cruiserweight title is almost beneath him.  Then again, I could be wrong.  The guy is so cocky he won’t care what title is around his waist.  I really can’t wait to get into the ring against Blade Alexander.  If there is only thing that I’ve been dying to do, it’s fight Blade.  Wonder what he’ll have to say about having to face me.  He’ll guarantee a win, I’m sure.  That will be a big mistake.  I’m not afraid of him.  I’m also not going to guarantee or promise that I can beat him, either.  He’s a tough competitor, and I know I’ll have to put up a hell of a fight to beat him.  And I plan to.  

If and when I win this “Miracle Mile” match against Blade and Lucian, I’ll get the final spot in the Gauntlet for the NWA Cruiserweight title.  Seven other men are already in the gauntlet.  Six of them I am unfamiliar with, but I plan to do my research on them.  I’m going to scope out each and every one of them so I am prepared and I know what to expect from them.  I suggest they do the same for me, and I seriously hope that none of them make the mistake of underestimating me because I am a woman.  I’m just as capable as they are, and when I set my mind to something, I don’t give up until I achieve my goals.  I want the NWA Cruiserweight title around my waist, and I’m determined to get it.  I want my name to be remembered in NWA history, and if I walk out as the NWA Cruiserweight Champion, I’ll achieve that.  People will know me.  They will respect me.  

February 29th will be MY night.  Win or Lose…it will be a night that the NWA will never forget!

 Monday January 9th

The scene opens up outside of a large cemetery.  The sign out front reads RESURRECTION CEMETERY.  Standing just outside the entrance gate, wearing a pair of black jeans, and a light jacket over her shirt, is Misty.  The temperature for this time of year is unseasonably warm, almost fifty degrees, when it should be much colder, and the ground should be covered in snow.

Misty is taking advantage of the weather while she can.  She is standing over a grave, just staring at the headstone, and the name that is etched on it.  She breaths slowly, not moving an inch, keeping her eyes locked on headstone.

SYDNEY ANN CAMPBELL
1979-1995

Misty drops to her knees and takes a deep breath.

“Syd, I know it’s been a long time.  Almost seventeen years, actually.  It’s hard to believe it’s been that long.  I’m sorry I haven’t come to talk to you, but I’m here now.  I’m here, and I need some answers.  You’re dead, I know, but I get the feeling you are trying to send me some type of message, and I need to know what the hell it is.”

Misty places her hand on the headstone, and a saddened expression falls over her face.

“I’m risking everything by coming here.  I have a match this Sunday back in Las Vegas, and quite honestly, me being here is making me lose my focus.  I have to focus on this match against Brooklyn, but I’m freaking out here.  Over the last month I’ve seen you twice, and it’s driving me crazy.  What do you want, Syd?  Why did I see you the night I lost the Bombshell Championship to Kittie?  Why did I see you last night?  More importantly, are you going to show yourself again while I’m facing Brooklyn?  Do you know what this is all doing to me?”

Misty takes in another deep breath, appearing as if she is holding back tears.

“I’m not exactly happy with my record in SCW right now, Syd, which is why I need to win this match against Brooklyn.  She’s not as experienced as I am, and has just as much at stake as I do, but I think this match is more important to me than it is to her.  She has time to prove herself.  She has all the time in the world to climb the ladder to the top of the Bombshell division.  I have no doubt she will, but I can’t lose to her.  I refuse to lose to her Syd.”

“If I lose again, I don’t know what I’ll do.  I got back into wrestling, because I knew I still had it in me.  I knew I was still the great wrestler that I always had been.  My heart and my head were both telling me I still have several years left until I’d be really ready to give it all up.  But with each loss, I was beginning to think otherwise.  Sure, I became the first ever Bombshell Champion, but my time as champion was short lived.  I lost the title in my first defense against Kittie.  Now I’m not sure I’ll ever get the title back.”

Misty sits down on the ground, now letting a tear fall down her cheek.  She wipes the tear away, and shakes her head.

“I let myself get distracted for a split second when I was facing Kittie, and the rest of the match, I tried to focus as much as I could.  I tried to fight like hell to win, but after I saw you up at the entrance, I was done for.  What the hell kind of champion does that?  I won’t let that happen against Brooklyn.  I had all but forgotten you Syd, so why did you pop back into my life now?  Why seventeen years later?”

Misty pauses for a second, just as the sound of her cell phone ringing is heard from inside her jacket pocket.  She takes it out, looking at the screen.

SPIKE CALLING…

Misty hits the ignore button, sending the call to her voicemail, then places her phone back in her pocket.  

“I know you can hear me, Syd.  I know you’re watching me.  Show yourself to me again.  Tell me what it is that you want from me, and if you don’t, then just leave me the hell alone.  I’ve gotten over your death, and I’m not going to let you screw with my mind anymore.  I’ve let it happen twice now.  There won’t be a third.  So come on.  Show yourself.”

Misty’s phone again sounds off in her pocket, only this time, it alerts her of a new voicemail.  She takes a deep breath again, takes her phone out and listens to the voicemail from Spike.

“Misty, this is about the fourth message I’ve left you and you still haven’t called me back.  Where the hell are you?  If I don’t hear from you soon, I’m going to have to report you missing.  I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but you need to talk to me about it.  Eden keeps asking me where you are, but honestly, I can’t lie to her much longer.  You’ve got us all worried, so just get in touch with one of us.  Please.”

Misty sighs, then places her phone back in her pocket once again.  She looks at Sydney’s headstone again.

“I have a family now, Syd.  I have an amazing fiancée and two wonderful kids.  None of them know about you.  Not even my sisters know about you, but I don’t know how to tell them.  I forced myself to forget the past, and you’re part of the past.  Spike wants to know what is going on with me, but I can’t tell him.  Not yet.  He’ll think I’m crazy.  Everyone will.  Hell, look at me now.  I’m sitting here talking to thin air, begging you to show yourself, but you won’t will you?  You won’t show yourself until I face Brooklyn, and then I’ll lose.  Damn it, Syd, I wish I could just FORGET you completely!”

Just then a short breeze blows past Misty, sending a chill down her spine.  She looks around, but sees no one.  Just then, her phone beeps from inside her jacket pocket again, alerting her of a text message this time.  She takes her phone out, and reads the message, only confused.

READ THE LETTER…

The message was sent from a blocked number, so Misty thinks nothing of it.  Just as she is about to put her phone back in her pocket yet again, it beeps again.

READ THE LETTER I LEFT YOU…

Misty shakes her head.

“Sorry, stranger, I don’t know who the hell you are or what letter you are talking about, and I can’t send you a message back thanks to your blocked number, idiot.”

Once again she is about to put her phone back in her pocket, but it beeps again.  By this time, she is highly annoyed.  When she reads the text message this time, her eyes nearly pop out of her head and she drops her phone.

I’M NO STRANGER…YOU’RE AT MY GRAVE RIGHT NOW.

Misty grabs her phone, quickly putting it back in her pocket.  She jumps to her feet, and looks all around her, in a panic.

“I won’t do that, Sydney.  I can’t read that letter!  Do you hear me?!  DO YOU HEAR ME?! “

She looks down to the headstone one last time, then turns around and runs for her car.  She starts it in a hurry, then speeds away from Sydney’s grave, and out of the cemetery.

About an hour later…

Misty’s rental car pulls up outside of a one story blue house in a town outside of Chicago.  A white truck is in the driveway, and the front door is open.  She parks on the curb, then goes up to the door and knocks.  The man who comes to the door is none other than her father, and he looks surprised to see her.

“Misty?  What are you doing here?” He says, opening the door for her.

“Do you still have my stuff from when I was kid?  Anything I left in my room after I moved out?” She asks, almost out of breath and panicking.

He looks at her, still confused. “Everything is packed away in containers out in the garage.  Why?  Does anyone know you’re hear?  Dixie called me earlier and said no one knew where you were.”

Misty shakes her head, brushing off his question. “I’ll call them later, Dad.  I just need to go through the rest of my stuff.  I need to find something.”

“Well you’re welcome to go out there and look.  If you tell me what it is you’re looking for, I can help you.”  He offers.

Misty again shakes her head. “No thanks.  Is the garage door unlocked?  I’ll be quick.”

He nods and replies, “Yeah, it’s unlocked.  The containers are towards the back.  I have the stuff that was in your room labeled with your name.  Take all the time you need.”

Misty then dashes out of the house, and toward the garage.  She walks around the side to the door, then walks inside.  She spots the containers on a shelving unit in the back.  She walks over to the shelving unit, then takes one of the containers of her things down, removing the lid and rummaging through her belongings from her childhood.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.  It’s probably not even in…” She stops in mid-sentence, just as she spots a white envelope with only her name written on it.

She slowly raises the envelope, and stares at the handwriting.  She then looks down into the container at a picture that was just under the letter.  The same saddened expression from earlier appears on her face as she takes the picture out.  There are two girls in the picture.  One is obviously her, only during her teenage years, and standing next to her is a girl about the same age, only with brunette hair.  Both seem to be quite happy, with smiles on their faces.  

Misty turns the picture over, looking at what she wrote on the back.

Me and Syd sophomore year

She shakes her head, then places both the letter and the picture in her pocket.  She puts the lid back on the container and puts it back on the shelf, then walks out of the garage.  Her father is on his front porch, wearing a light jacket and smoking a cigarette.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” He asks, taking a puff from the cigarette, then exhaling.

“Yeah, I did, thanks.”  She replies, looking at him. “I need to get going.  I have to get back to Vegas.  You really need to quit smoking, by the way.”

He laughs as he throws the cigarette down on the ground, stepping on it.

“You sure you don’t want to stay for a while?  We can go get some lunch, my treat.”  He says.

Misty shakes her head with a smile. “Thanks, but I’m gonna have to take a raincheck.  Everyone is worried about me, and I need to get back home.  I have a match on Sunday, and I need to get my mind focused on it.  Being here any longer than I already have been won’t help me any.”

Her father shrugs his shoulders. “Ok then.  I’ll hold you on your word about that raincheck.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Dad.” She says, then waves as she heads back to her car.  He waves back, but looks disappointed.  He disappears back inside his house, as Misty speeds off down the road, heading to the airport.

Friday January 13th

Misty has returned home to Las Vegas, and she has asked a camera crew to come to her home.  She has wasted too much time this week, and has a message to send to her opponent this week, Brooklyn Carter.

“Earlier this week, I let myself lose focus for a couple of days.  I left Las Vegas and flew back to Chicago searching for answers on something that I’m not sure why I even want to dig up.  I knew about my match against Brooklyn Carter, but at first I didn’t really care.  At the moment, I thought going back to Chicago in search of answers was more important.  But, I was wrong.  When I got there, I realized that it didn’t help me.  It was only a distraction.  A distraction that I couldn’t afford to let happen again.”

“Brooklyn, I watched your match last week against Kandi Washington.  I watched as you did something that I personally wanted to do this week.  I wanted to beat the hell out of Kandi Washington and send the bitch crying out of this company.  I had every intention of going out to the ring to send a message to Kandi, then challenge the skank to a match.  Unfortunately, she didn’t appreciate the fact that you beat her, so she quit.  Kudos to you, girl.  Kudos.”

“Oh well, I say.  Mark Ward and Christian Underwood decided this week, that you would get to face me.  The first and now former Bombshell Champion.  You made quite an impact in your first match, and now you have a chance to make an even bigger one when you face me.  Mark and Christian will be watching your performance closely, no doubt.  They already know what I can do, but if you were to beat me, you’d make quite a statement.”

“But that is IF you beat me, Brooklyn.  I’m not going to let that happen.  You’re young and you still have a lot to learn.  Don’t get me wrong, you have a lot of potential, but you have a lot of hard work ahead of you.  Are you really prepared to face the likes of either Kittie or Raynin?  I don’t think you are.  Facing me is one thing.  I have no problem helping to put you in shape and helping you hone your skills a bit more.  Does that mean I’ll lay down and let you win?  Hell no.”

“Kittie and Raynin on the other hand, will not back down.  They don’t see the potential in anyone but themselves.  If you were to face either one of them, I don’t think they would even dare attempt to shake your hand and tell you job well done.  Me, on the other hand…I would, and I will if by some miracle you get the win over me.  I know you have a lot to prove Sunday, but just by facing me, you’re proving a lot.  You don’t have to beat me to prove what you can do.  Just fight like hell, and you’ll be proving all you need to.”

“In this business we win some and we lose some.  Hell, I’m proof of that.  My record here in SCW isn’t what I’d like it to be.  I’ll admit, I have let some losses affect me, and that was a mistake, but it was just as much a mistake to let the wins get to my head also.  The Bombshell Division is heating up, and I can’t allow myself to be overly confident.  That is why I simply can not guarantee that I will beat you.  What I can guarantee, though, is that I’m coming at you with everything I’ve got.  I’m going to do everything in my power to walk away with another win on my record.  I don’t need to sit here and do what so many others in this company have done week in and week out.  I’m not going to sit here and talk trash.  No.  I’m going to be the decent one and wish you good luck Sunday.  You say you’re honored to face me, and to that I say, thank you.  There have been times where I let myself doubt my skills or doubt if I even have anything left in me, but just knowing that an opponent is honored to face me, means a lot.”

“So, Brooklyn, get ready.  Let’s show everyone watching just why the Bombshells should run the show.  Kittie and Raynin may be main eventing, but let’s go out there and show everyone why Brooklyn Carter vs. Misty should be the REAL main event.  Good luck, and let’s put on one hell of a show.”

Scene fades out.

 My mind has been on overdrive for the last month.  I’ve been sitting at home, against my will I should say, and I’ve been just itching to get out of the house.  Knowing that Kittie has my Bombshell Title just gives me a damn headache, but if I even so much as try and walk out of the house, Spike plays big bad bodyguard and blocks the door.  I understand he’s been worried about me since I suffered the concussion, but damn, a woman needs her space sometimes.

I should have seen it coming, honestly.  I should have expected Kittie to do what she did on Climax Control last month, but I was still blindsided.  I was blindsided because I had hoped to talk to Kittie and make her understand.  I wanted to make her see that I didn’t go after and win the Bombshell Title because I needed to be better than her.  That wasn’t it at all.  I was only doing what was in my blood…what was in my heart.  I was doing exactly what she was doing.  I was showing each and every person watching who the top Bombshell’s in this company are.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.  There  is NO denying that Kittie has what it takes to be the Bombshell Champion.  She fights and she claws her way to get what she deserves, and I commend her for that passion she has.  I hated having to be the one crush her hopes and dreams when I beat her for the Bombshell Championship, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.  Friends or not, eventually we would have been put in the ring one on one for the title, and it’s because Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have watched us dedicate our lives to this business week in and week out.  They KNOW we are the best of the best, so it was only fitting that Kittie and I face each other.

At December to Dismember, I’ll be in action for the first time in a month.  I missed the last show only because Spike, again, wouldn’t let me leave the house.  He fully expected Kittie to be at the show, and he knew damn well I would confront her and get my belt back.  Unfortunately Kittie wasn’t there, and Jamie had and still has no idea where she is.  God only knows what she’s doing with MY title!

In all honesty, I think Jamie is lying when he says he doesn’t know where Kittie is.  I don’t think he’s trying to protect her by lying.  I think because of Spike, he’s trying to protect me.  We all know Kittie is unstable right now, but honestly, I don’t give a sh*t anymore.  She has my property and I want it back.  I WILL get it back one way or another, so Spike and Jamie should just back off and let me do what I need to do, because I’m not exactly in the best of moods lately.  They may be family, but everyone knows the saying. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ And this woman is BEYOND scorned!

Call me crazy, but I still consider Kittie a friend.  I know her mind isn’t in the right place right now, and I want to help her.  I will help her…AFTER I retain the Bombshell Championship at December to Dismember.  There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll beat Kittie, and then I’ll take back what belongs to me.  Kittie may have the drive and the passion to be the Bombshell Champion, but her time isn’t now.  She needs to get that head of hers in order, and, let’s face it, I’m not going to allow myself to lose the championship on my first defense.  It’s just not going to happen.  My time as Bombshell Champion has only just begun.  Let that be a word of warning to all of the Bombshell’s watching.

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Misty and Spike’s Las Vegas home is fully decorated for Christmas.  The outside of the house is adorned with multicolored lights and various other yard decorations that show off their Christmas spirit.  On the inside, their Christmas tree is completely filled with ornaments, candy canes and blue and silver tinsel.  A silver star sits on the top of the tree.

While Misty is off in another room somewhere in the house, little three and a half year old Eden sneaks into the living room and to the Christmas tree.  She looks around to make sure no one is watching then quickly snatches one of the candy canes off of the tree.  She breaks it in half as her way of opening it, then runs out of the living room and to her own room.  After she is out of view, Misty appears at the bottom of the stairs.  She is fresh out of the shower, as shown by her long black hair is still damp.

Misty walks over to the basement door, and opens it.  Spike and Jamie can be heard downstairs…playing video games, no doubt.  Misty walks downstairs and just stands behind Spike and Jamie who are sitting on the sofa.  She folds her arms across her chest, and stares at the backs of their heads.

“Jamie, do you ever plan on going back to your own home?” She asks.

“What’s the point?” Jamie replies as he pauses the game, and turns to look at Misty. “I don’t have an awesome TV like this at my place.  Your house rocks.”

Spike laughs, but doesn’t say anything. Misty looks at him from the corners of her eyes, then looks back to Jamie.

“While I agree, you also do have a wife, who happens to have disappeared.  You should be out looking for her.” Misty says, sounding slightly concerned.

Jamie shakes his head. “Nah.  Kittie is a big girl and she’s crazy enough in the head to take care of herself.”

Misty rolls her eyes and nods then turns her attention to Spike. “Dixie will be here in a little bit.  She says she has a surprise for me.  Any idea what she’s planning?”

Spike shakes his head. “Not a clue, and even if I did I probably wouldn’t tell ya.”

He grins and laughs again, as does Misty.

“I know, but it was worth a shot I suppose.  Jamie…GO HOME!”  She lightly shoves the back of Jamie’s head and smiles before she turns around and walks back upstairs.  When she gets upstairs, Eden is at the kitchen table eating the candy cane she took off the Christmas tree.  She tries to hide the rest of it, but Misty just looks at her, trying not to smile.

“What do you have there, Eden?” She asks, even though she knows the answer.

Eden shakes her head and replies, “Nuffing.”

“Show me your hand.” Misty says as she walks up to her.

Eden shows her right hand, which is empty.

“The other one, sweetie.”

Eden suddenly lowers her head and pulls her left hand from behind her back, showing what is left of the candy cane to Misty.

“No more candy canes, Eden.  That is your third one today, and I told you after the first one you couldn’t have another.”

“But I like candy canes!” Eden cries.  She places the sticky leftover candy cane on the table, then runs back to her room in a fit.  Misty shakes her head and sighs, then throws the last of the candy cane in the garbage.  As she wipes off the table with a wet towel, there is a knock at the front door.

“Dixie, you don’t have to knock!” She yells loud enough so Dixie can hear her.  Whoever is at the front door knocks again, however.  Misty gives up and heads to the front door.  When she opens it, Dixie is standing there, but she’s not alone.  And the person with Dixie, causes Misty’s mouth to drop open in surprise.  Her surprise suddenly turns to anger, however.

“Dixie, why did you bring him here?” Misty growls at her youngest sister, then glares at the man, her father, standing next to Dixie.

“It’s great to see you, Misty.” Her father says with a smile.

“Misty, can you just relax and just talk to him?  He wanted to see you and Eden, so I brought him here.” Dixie walks in the door, then brushes past Misty.

“You should have asked me first, Dixie.  He’s not welcome here.  I don’t want him here, so take him back to wherever he is staying.” Misty doesn’t even look at her father anymore.  Instead, she turns her attention back to Dixie, who she is now less than happy with.

“Give him the benefit of the doubt, Misty. Come on.” Dixie growls back.  Their father, meanwhile, stays outside the house.

“Look, Misty, I know I haven’t exactly been the best father to you, or the best grandfather to your kids, but I’d like to change that.  Can we just talk in private for a few minutes?”  He asks with sincerity.  

“Why even bother now?  I was in the hospital a few weeks ago and you couldn’t even bother to call.  You never do.  You didn’t even call when I was in the hospital giving birth to Eden.  If you ask me, it’s a little too late.”  Misty is about to shut the door in his face, but he holds his hand out and stops her.  Dixie’s eyes widen, unsure of how Misty is going to react.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Misty narrows her eyes at her father, but keeps her cool as difficult as that may be at the moment.

“I’m still breathing, aren’t I?” He asks.

Misty looks at him, slightly confused. “Well if you weren’t, I’d have to have my fiancée drag your ass off of our property.”

“Then it’s not too late.  I’m trying to make up for not being there for you and your sister’s, but I’m here now.  I want to get to know my granddaughter, and I’d also like to get to know your stepson also.  Don’t do what I did.  Don’t just shut me out.  I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I hope we can sort of start over.” Her father pleads.  Misty remains silent for what seems like several minutes.  

She takes a step back then opens the door allowing him inside. “I’m not making any promises.  I’m not going to let Eden get attached to you, and then have you do what you did to us.”

Her father steps inside the house. “I understand.  All I’m asking for is some time.”

“Well, make it quick today.  I leave for California in a couple days and I need to pack.”

Misty closes the door, then walks into the living room with Dixie and her father.  

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Dear Kittie,

This letter is long overdue.  I’ve tried calling you several times over the past month, but haven’t heard back from you at all.  Not that I expected you to answer, anyway.  You attacked me the last time we saw each other, then stole MY Bombshell Title after our match.  Yes, the belt is MINE, Kittie.  You didn’t win it, so it still belongs to me.

I’m going to try and be as civilized as possible, but to be quite honest, I think at this point, it doesn’t even matter.  You made not one but two big mistakes last month, and don’t expect me to apologize to you.  I’ve read your letter countless times over the last month, and the more I read it, the more pissed off I get.  Do you really think that low of me?

Kittie, we’re both wrestlers.  We both crave the recognition..the respect, that comes with being a champion.  You haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing that just yet, but I promise you, it will happen one day.  I’ve known you for years.  You’ve fought just as hard as me, hell sometimes harder to get where you are.  You may not be the Bombshell Champion, but you’re the number one contender, and I fully expect you to fight dirty once we step into that ring at December to Dismember.  Our match may be a regular rules match, but I know your state of mind right now, so I know you’ll want to ‘Dismember’ me.

I hope you’re taking real good care of my Bombshell title.  I hate not having it here with me.  I would shine it up real nice every day.  Stupid I know, considering it’s a brand new title, but I just felt the need to keep it looking beautiful, because it is.  Are you keeping it nice and shiny?  I’d hate to think you’re not.  I’d hate for you to show up in Los Angeles and have it looking less than perfect.  

Know this Kittie…you’ll be walking into Los Angeles with that belt, but you will NOT be walking out with it.  You’ve had it in your possession for almost a month now, and I’m taking it back.  It’s the reason I am where I am today, writing you this e-mail.  Oh, did I mention I’m at your apartment?  I borrowed Jamie’s key.  I hope you don’t mind.  I just had to see for myself that you really weren’t here.  

It’s really too bad that you decided to go into hiding after your cowardly actions last month.  I mean, you couldn’t even check on me after you pinned me.  You just went outside the ring, grabbed the title, and high tailed it out of the building.  I suffered a concussion that night, you know.  Not that you care, I’m sure, but I just thought you should know.  But don’t take that as my way of begging for sympathy or asking you to take it easy on me, because I’m not.  I’m back to normal, and the doctor has given me a clean bill of health so you’ll be facing me at one-hundred percent with the title on the line.  Too bad, you won’t be one hundred percent now will you?

Physically you will be one hundred percent, but mentally, you’re just not all there, girl.  Don’t take offense to that, okay?  You know I’m right, though I’m sure.

I hope you’re ready for one hell of a match this weekend.  I know I am.  This match is all I can think about.  I’ve even had dreams about it, lately.  Two friends…Sorry, FORMER friends, stepping into the ring.  The referee holds the Bombshell Title up for everyone to see and admire.  You and lock our eyes on one another, and just wait for the bell.  This match couldn’t be more perfect..more EPIC.  The fire and the passion the fumes out of both of us will show everyone what a women’s division in wrestling should be!  Once that bell rings, its game on.  I’m coming after you with all that I have.  I have a lot of pent up aggression dying to come out, and you are the lucky lady to be at the receiving end!  Congratulations!  Oh, wait, don’t expect to hear me congratulate you again, because you’re not going to win.

I am the Bombshell Champion for a reason, Kittie.  After I suffered my first couple of losses here in SCW, I didn’t let those losses bring me down.  No.  I let them motivate me even further.  I let those losses fuel my desire…my need to be Bombshell Champion, and guess what?  It worked.  I won the Bombshell Championship by beating you.  Oh, I’m sorry for reminding you about that.  I know it just makes you cringe remembered that I’m the better of us.  Oh sh*t..I just said that outloud.  Forgive me, Kittie.

Well, I think I better wrap this up.  I have a plane to catch and a match to look forward to, but you have the same to do also.  Unless of course you stay gone and just don’t show up in Los Angeles.  I hope that’s not that case, because honestly, I’m looking forward to kicking your ass and getting back what belongs to me.  Bring you’re A-Game, Kittie Kat.  Let’s give SCW and its fans a match they’ll never forget!  I plan to either way.

Your SCW Bombshell Champion, and former Friend…Misty

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