~*~*~*~I’m not apologizing~*~*~*~
Detroit Metropolitan Airport
Detroit, Michigan

She just couldn’t believe it, she just stood there in the cold and the snow and stared at the entrance to the plane that was going to transport them across the Atlantic. “Bells?” Mal said with concern.

“Well this is gonna be a fun trip.”

Jack just ripped into everyone and instead of being able to get another word in, he stormed onto his dad’s private plane and just left everyone in the wake of it.

“Maybe I should have just kept my mouth fucking shut.” Bella just looks at everyone and stops at Levi, “Are you sure this is ok? We’ll go into the terminal right now and fly economy first before I make things even worse.”

“I don’t think things can get any worse and trust me they won’t. Slappy and the guys will make sure of that.” that last bit Levi looks directly at Malachi who just shrugs and hands off their bags to be stored.

“Whatever.” Mal says climbing the stairs into the plane as Bella stands there for a moment contemplating the situation.

“Trust me kid, it’ll be fine.” Levi nudges her shoulder a bit, “Just...let him cool off.”

“Yeah...I guess.” Bella says smirk slightly before climbing the stairs into the plane herself.

But we’re getting pretty fucking close to having a ‘Come to Jesus’ moment.


~*~*~*~We’re Flyin’ Now~*~*~*~
Somewhere over the Atlantic

“I have a good mind to seriously go back there and give that shitheel a piece of my mind. He can sure as hell dish it out but he is completely out of line going off on you and Alanah like that.” Mal said whispering under his breath.

Bella meanwhile has her nose buried deep in a thick book but glances up at him, “We’ve been in the air for hours and even if you try, you’ll run into the brick wall known as Slappy. I really don’t feel like visiting you in the hospital as you have every bone shattered and then Mack will be probably pissed off at me for not stopping you and fucking up your match with him in 2 weeks, so please don’t.”

Mal just drops back in his chair hard, “Spoiled little rich daddy’s boy” he said just loud enough to hear from behind them “....YOU’RE on the private jet too, playboy.” which causes Bella to laugh.

Mal just glares at her, “Sorry, but just let it fucking go, Mal. He’s pissed off at everyone for some strange reason and I really don’t need to anymore bullshit either. I feel like I have everyone’s eyes on me to see what the hell I’m going to do in this Mixed Tournament teaming up with Chris Crippler.” Bella just sighs heavily and slams her book down, “I wish I never signed up for the fucking thing to begin with but I was honestly curious as to who I would pull. To get the one guy that has history with you and with my idiot best friend back there, and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to get completely fucked over. So please, until we get back on the ground, save it!” and with that Bells gets up from her seat and almost storms off to the bathroom past everyone without another word, slamming the door behind her and glances up at the mirror. “Way to go, you idiot. Not thanking him, cut me a break....he’s the one like ‘I WON, I WON!’ Yup, congrats to you...now shut up and focus on what is important! GOD!”

Bella rears back like she’s about to punch the mirror when someone grabbing her arm stops her and spins her around and engulfs her in a big hug, “Now Miss Bella, we don’t want to be doing that.”

“Dammit Herbie let me go!” As Slappy basically drags her out of the room.

“I don’t think so. We knew you were gonna attempt something like that. Now let’s get you back to your seat, we will have no destruction on Mr. Levi’s plane.” Slappy said picking her up and walking her back to her chair and safely depositing her back in her seat. “Now, stay there until we land.”

Slappy glares at her and Mal on his way back to his seat, “You so have your mother’s temperament....” we hear Levi from behind them, Bella looks behind her as Levi smiles at her, “Besides...I like that mirror.”

Bella starts to feel a little silly and slides down in her chair as Mal looks at her, “....you ok?”

“.....not really.” Mal grabs her hand and places a kiss on the back of it, “Sorry about that.”

Mal just smiles at her, “All good love.”

Just then we hear from the back of the plane Jack screaming out something about ‘Impregnanting Mal’s sister’

“....now I’m gonna kill him” Mal deadpans as he gets up from his seat and almost all hell breaks loose.

~*~*~What do you think I should do?~*~*~

“It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. The scars have scabbed over....the stitches are out....but the memory of the hell I went through in that Deathmatch with Candy remains very fresh in my mind. I’m not going to lie, I’m very disappointed in myself because I was so damn close I could taste it.”

Scene fades in as we see Bella sitting on a stool.

“It was supposed to be my moment but well...I tripped...and I lost and I get to live with that fact from here on out. Now I have to look towards the future, and yet....I have this deep fear of that. Chris Crippler and I are not friends, and that is a very common theme in this Blast from the Past tournament. The fact that I will stand across the ring with Andrea Hernandez and Bill Burnhart who have very well known problems is pretty much proof of that. As is I still have a glaring 0-1 record against Andrea is something else too. But here is the funny thing about that....I realized after Bloody Valentine that I needed to start learning from my mistakes. I keep making those slip ups. The problem is with this particular tournament, I have a glaring issue....Chris Crippler...you screw me and there will be problems. It’s bad enough I kinda already have a disdain for you with the way you treated Candy following our mixed tag match a few weeks back. And yeah, I still have a lot of love for Candy. I still consider her a friend and in fact we hugged each other in the hospital after we both got stitched up.”

Bella shifts a bit and stares directly in the camera.

“I need you all to hear me clearly as day, no matter what happens this week, if I have to carry Cripplers old British ass through every single match we have, so be it. I have no fear of pain, I have no fear of dropping buckets of blood for what I want. I want to win. But if this is it....then my focus goes to what is next. That choice is mine but I will not be screwed over. I will not be made to feel guilty for my choice to sign up for the Blast from the Past, I will not be made to feel guilty for my choices in my life from anyone. And I will strike back if you try.”

And with that Bella stands from the stool and smirks, giving a wink to the camera.

“Second-Gen Not to be Fucked with. ....try me.”

 So you guys know by now, my ability to overthink things turns me around. Since Climax 258 was announced I was excited. Since I signed with SCW, Mal and I always tooled around the idea of teaming up but since he was out to try and beat Lach and I was focused on trying to just get going, we never got around to it. So when things were announced and we saw that we got to team up, it was actually a cool moment.

But now that we’re here....And my brain hasn’t shut the fuck up since.

Never underestimate the little faith I have in myself.


Four Seasons Hotel
Edge Terrace Restaurant
Miami, FL

We got in, got settled, introduced Luka to the beach and the ocean....she wasn’t sure what to make of the ocean chasing her and then running away. Man, Griff is right, I need to keep a video camera trained on her at all times because it was funny but now that she’s run out of energy and fast asleep in the room. Hopefully she stays that way for a couple hours. We really don’t need to be worrying about damages.

Mal and I came down for dinner at one of the more famous spots in Miami. This place is gorgeous and yet I don’t notice. Instead I seemingly am lost in my own thoughts in the vast emptiness that lately has been my head.

Stupid mistakes cost me time and time again in the 6 sided ring. How is it everything goes right and then it all goes so wrong?

I’m supposed to be enjoying the night and instead...I’m just drumming my fingers on the table, staring at my water glass. I don’t even notice the waiter coming up.

*tap tap tap tap tap tap*

“Bells...”

*tap tap tap tap tap tap*

“Bella...”

I can hear him but for some reason his voice just is not registering with me....not until he reaches across the table and grabs my hand that’s just been tapping, snapping me from the haze. “Wha?”

“Waiting on you, love.”

“For?”

He points to the man standing next to the table pen and pad at the ready, “Food?”

I look up, seeing the waiter standing there patiently and almost blush, “Ah, sorry...ummm...would you...” I’m flustered, tripping over myself and as I look at the menu trying to make a quick choice it all looks completely forgein to me, “Would you mind giving me just a few moments? Sorry, I haven’t really looked at the menu. In fact, Mal why don’t you go ahead and order...”

“No, it’s alright, I can wait for you.” he just squeezes my hand and then looks to the waiter, “Why don’t you just bring a bottle of merlot and that should be enough time.”

“It’s not a problem, I’ll be back in a few moments then.” the waiter just nods and walks away.

I am thoroughly embarrassed and I just sighed, “I did it again, didn’t I?”

Mal just shrugs, “At least you weren’t drooling this time...”

“Not funny.” I deadpan and glare at him before glancing down at the menu and things turn a lot clearer for me, “The New York Strip looks good...” me trying to change the subject.

He cracks a smile, “We could just go back up and have room service, you know? I can tell you’re not exactly in the mood for being out.”

“So I can, what, be in our room and off in my own little world? Thanks but no...at least out here there are distractions.”

“And what am I? I can help take your mind off of it. You know exactly how much of a distraction I can be. And Luka? Set her free and we can watch the world burn from the balcony.” he says with a smart ass smile on his face. He’s not lying though, we’re swearing that dog can bring the end of the world, given the right motivation.

“Smart ass.” taking a sip from my water glass.

“So what has got you so distracted? Hmm? This match against Candy?"

"The match itself? Not really.” I just shake my head, “Just feeling like I’m not living up to the ‘hype’ that was given to me upon my signing with SCW. I started so damn hot and then...hit that wall like some damn crash test dummy.”

“Kinda like Candy’s train of thought?” Mal said with a smirk on his face.

“You’ve been waiting for that....”

“Oh just a little bit.” he laughs as I just shake my head.

“Like the God damned Kool-Aid man, give him a chance and crashes through that wall. But no, I feel like this weekend may be my last real shot. I came close only, I don’t know how many times, just to trip up! Like I’m overthinking things. It’s stupid, I know.” I am frustrated and just cover my face in my hands.

“Hey, you are a constant perfectionist and you push yourself harder than anyone I know, me included.” Mal reaches across the table and grabs my hands and pulls them down and looks dead into my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that I could just fall into any time, “Listen, maybe...perhaps...and this might get me some heat....maybe sometimes you are too nice?” the way he ended it...it was like he was waiting for me to slap him.

Too nice....interesting way to put it.

“Look, I’m not saying you need to be an asshole like me. And I get it, Candy is...well you’ve known her for a long time. But Bells, if you look at the entire picture, Candy is just so...I don’t want to say stupid...”

“Special. She has a different way of looking at things and it’s paid off for her. She showed up after I did and she managed to get a hold of that Rollette Title in her second try.” I just sit back, sigh and look around, “That is hella frustrating for me. Ya know that?”

“BUT, this match, you can very well stamp a chance to get a shot at her. You were pretty damn close to getting her shot at Sam before....”

“Yeah but one problem...her partner”

Mal laughs bitterly, “You don't have to worry about that guy. I’m gonna make sure thru hell or high water, your hard work is going to start paying off. Whatever it takes, love. Especially for you.”

I can’t help but smile widely and lean over the table and kiss him. “Thank you.”

Just then we see the waiter rush over to us with a note in his hands “Uhhh I have been asked to hand this to you.”

Mal takes the note and looks at it and sighs, “She’s awake”

“How bad?” I say looking at the waiter.

“I don’t know, but they heard some crashing from your room. What about your dinner?”

I just shake my head, “Room service. Will that be ok?” I say looking at Mal with concern.

“Sounds PERFECT, I’m gonna go see how bad it is and you take care of that.” he says as he stands up and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t kill her.”

“No promises”

I just shake my head as he leaves and I look at the waiter, “We got a puppy....and she doesn’t like to be left alone...ever.”

“Kinda like having a kid, huh?”

“I wouldn’t know...now...to go with that wine...”

Mal was right...But I’m going to do it my own way.


The Next Day

We see Mal walk into the room and hot on his heels is that crazy husky pup known as Luka. “You’re lucky, kid. Now...where the hell is she? She said she’d be here.”

“You’re late!”

Malachi spins around as his jaw just drops as Bella sits on a desk, legs crossed but the way she looks.... “Dear Penthouse...”

Long blonde hair is trapped up in a tight bun, her glasses sit at the tip of her nose and the outfit....tight black skirt, white shirt and stilettos....red.

“Sit down already, we don’t have much time.”

“I...I was kinda hoping to drop Luka off before....”

“I SAID SIT!”

And Mal doesn’t think twice....and neither does Luka. “Oh yeah...HER YOU LISTEN TO!” Luka just looks up at him and gruffs.

She looks looks at the two of them with her arms crossed.

“She started it...”

“Shut up already. I thought about what you said...I gave honest thought to it and while it’s very obvious that I am indeed a bit of a goodie two shoes, you brought up an amazing point. I tend to overachieve especially when I want something.” Bella stops and looks at Malachi who is just sitting there quietly, legs crossed in front of him and his hands clasped right at his lap. “You ok?”

“Mmmhmm...” Mal seems to be completely speechless at the moment. ....something to remember.

“Ok” she just paces around him and if he could swivel his head around he would, “So, maybe I do need to bring out that meanstreak a little bit more. I could sit here all day and boast about the fact that I have my All honors, Summa Cum Laude from 2 of the most prestigious universities in the world. I have the smarts and can damn near be Rain Man especially when it comes to random facts and figures. BUT, what am I missing? Is it that killer instinct? Well...I don’t think it’s that either. I want that shot at that damn belt and what lengths I’m willing to go through to get it, ESPECIALLY to make a point to the other Bombshells that are very quick to write me off.”

Focus on Luka....she hasn’t budged either, she just tilts her head to the side.

“They have been pushing me and pushing me and I always fall short to get a chance and now...like they think I’m gonna be scared of teaming up with you against Candy and a grizzled British vet is going to somehow do what? Keep me from wanting a shot at that Rollette Title?!?! I mean, maybe if I was Bobbie Dahl looking for one handout after another, hitting up Twitter on a daily basis to make sure people know that I supposedly deserve....instead I want matches, better matches, stronger matches” And she walks over to Mal and leans in with a smirk cause she knows what this is doing to him, “And I know you, I know how motivated you can be. Hence the get up, consider this a treat...we win this and I have outfits far more evil than this one. I want this win Mal, I NEED this win and if that means putting Crippler back on the shelf, if that means hurting one of my favorite people to get what I want...I’m gonna do whatever it takes because I don’t ask for favors. I earn what I get. We crystal?”

“As glass.” is all he can muster out.

“Good, now, I’m going to give you a few to...” she glances down, “...calm yourself. I’ll be waiting...” she places a gentle kiss on his cheek and walks away.

Mal just looks down at Luka with his eyes are huge. “God help me, your mom is EVIL!” he just carefully breathes as the camera fades out.

 Last Week

Quiet.

It’s so damn quiet.

It’s 4am and I’m wide awake. Wide awake and sober. Now how in the fucking hell did this happen?

I had so much to drink after we got back from the arena that I don’t even remember much of the rest of the night. I’d like to say the reasons for my actions were just the pain of getting my ass kicked by Sam and Sierra....but honestly it wasn’t. I have been very much mentally beating my own ass for no reason. It just wasn’t my time yet. I tried, I failed....so why the hell does it hurt?

Looking around the darkened room, just a glimmer of the city lights coming through the curtain, I sit up slowly because the last thing I need is to have the whole world spin out from under me. I have enough bullshit going wrong, I don’t need to be throwing up on the bed or Mal, who is passed out to the world. I don’t want to wake him up so I try to carefully slide out but just before I get to my feet I feel a hand reach out.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” I look back and I see through the dark his blue eyes staring at me.

“I just wanted to find my phone and get some water. I’m cotton mouthed like crazy.”

“If you’d look, everything is right there beside you, love. Along with the 3 backup bottles on the floor. Bring your ass back here.”

This was not the first time he’s had to deal with me like this, he knows the routine, he picks but he cares and if he knew I told you this, he’d probably kill me. I don’t fight him though and just curl back into him. I just lay there in silence in his arms. “I can hear that brain of yours. You are having amazing matches, you know that? You are impressing a lot of people....”

“I just can’t seem to fucking win when I need too. I’m pathetic.”

“Hey now, no you’re not. You didn’t need to win this. You were given a chance to step up and drew one hell of a tough challenge having to take on Sam and Sierra like that. That is no easy task and someday you’ll get there.”

I just look up at him and smirk, “I still feel like I’m missing something. I don’t know...maybe I’m just too nice sometimes.”

“Well, the only person I have ever seen you actually hate is the sick twisted mother fucker that put you through hell. Which only makes me wanna stay on your good side because you are just plain scary when you honestly want to try and hurt someone the way they hurt you.”

I can’t help but laugh a bit rather bitterly and curl into him because that whole situation brings up so many issues, “Yeah well, after he kidnaps and keeps you from your family and tries to fuck with your mind, all bets are off. But something Sierra said kinda stuck with me.” I can hear his eyes roll, “Quit it...”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“No, but I heard those eyes roll in the back of your head. I know you and her don’t see eye to eye but at least let me get it out before you go all Malachi.” I just hear him sigh in defeat, “But she said something along the lines of how nice the women are to each other. Like no one wants to be hated but just kiss each others asses. I mean in a way, she’s right. We all for the most part don’t hate each other....except for maybe Bobbie...especially since she took it upon herself to attack everyone on the show tonight.”

“Which I cannot wait to see how you girls deal with that.”

“OH It’s coming...but knowing what is coming next week, where I have to face a woman that pretty much watched me grow up and a girl that has been nothing but sweet to me since she joined SCW....” I just shrug, “I guess I just need to find that inner bitch.”

“Oh, you mean the same one that keeps me on my toes, sasses me non-stop and forces me into having dinner at your mum’s next week?” and he is in full on laugh mode.

“HEY! You like mom!” I just push myself up and look at him in shock

“Yeah I do, your step-father however, does not like me at all, no matter what I do. And with sharp instruments around the table, I feel like I need kevlar going into that house.” he just smirks “BUT! I do it because I need to experience this whole Thanksgiving thing and I know if I don’t I’m never going to stop hearing it from you unless I tie you up, put duct tape on your mouth and throw you in the closet. AND EVEN THEN, you will find some way to escape and drag my ass there kicking and screaming.”

I just glare, “Better believe it Oscar. But I see what you are saying. My tencasious ass, when I put my mind to something, always finds a way to make it work. And if it’s any consolation, after dinner everyone is going to be so exhausted from stuffing themselves stupid we can escape early and maybe go get some shopping done?”

He just shakes his head and just deadpans “I’d rather not...”

“I knew you were going to say that. So when we get home tomorrow....good thing mom brought over all those boxes, we can even get the decorating done.” and Mal just groans.

“Why haven’t I smothered you in your sleep yet?”

“Cause you looooooooooove me and all my crazy nerdy ways!”

And there’s the sigh of defeat and I just laugh and curl up to him again with a giant smile on my face as he kisses the top of my head.

“Yeah, you still love me.”


He was right, no matter what I seem to find a way to get what I want in any situation when I really really want it. Either that or he just proved that he is a complete softy when it comes to me. Either way I can really wear a person down with just the sheer anticipation of how relentless I can be. I can be a straight in pain the ass about it. ....maybe I can use that same evil power that has been bestowed upon me to actually battle a woman I adore and a sweetheart.

Can I really be that bitch?

Mean Streak Equals Win Streak & Title Shot?
3 days later

I mean, Bobbie Dahl got herself noticed when she started pissing people off...but I’m not that kind of person. LOOK if I have a problem with you, I’m gonna tell you straight to your damn face. But either fucking way, I may curse like a sailor, I may give people (mostly Mal) a barrell of shit most of the time, but I am not a mean person. ....until you piss me the fuck off or go after my family.

“SWEET FUCKING CHRIST! How the hell is your mom friends with this woman?!?!”

We’re out in public....in the middle of a major shopping area....and that was very fucking loud.

“What? Let me guess, Candy?”

“SHE THINKS I’M THAT SHITHEEL SECURITY JACKASS THAT LOOKS LIKE MY BROTHER!”

“I told you Candy is different. She’s sweet...just not...all there? This is the same woman that kept putting a dollar into a change machine, thinking it was a slot machine, and screaming she won every time it gave her 4 quarters. She’s harmless, she doesn’t mean to be insulting.” I hand Mal some bags to make him stop looking at his phone, “Someday she’ll get it right and you’ll almost be insulted that she did because you got used to the whole other thing. Don’t worry about.”

“You mean she’s the idiot version of the dweeb Spinelli?”

I just sorta shrug, “Sorta?”

He just looks down at all the bags. “Why couldn’t we just order this shit online? It would have been a whole lot fucking easier.”

“Because I don’t Christmas shop online unless I cannot find what I’m looking for someone. Amazon gets enough of my business, at least I can support local shops.” He’s grouchy, he’s irritated. YUP! SHOPPING WITH MAL! ....should make this shit into a series. “Look, I know you are bored, I just got one more shop to go into and I promise we’ll go home and you can work your frustrations on a punching bag.”

“Promise?”

“Promise, go find coffee, text me the location and I’ll meet you there in, 15 minutes...30 tops.”

“Bells...” That warning tone.

I just give him a kiss, “15.”

With that we part ways and I drag myself into the next shop just browsing around when the sound of something catches my attention, a replay from last weeks show. “Great, now I have to relive this shit in public? I gotta get through this somehow but it’s like living a fucking nightmare over and over again. God dammit, what the hell do I gotta do to get a fucking chance at something? Do I need to turn into a complete twat like Bobbie? I’m not the bad guy but fucking hell, maybe I should be the in your face one of that damn triple threat against Candy and Amelia. I don’t want to be mean but what the hell else do I have? If I want a real shot at the Roulette title and a chance at redemption against Sam....I don’t have a choice. ....Do I?” I am just talking to thin fucking air....and I just pull myself out of the store and walk. “Somehow I need to get the fuck out of this slump....I want that title shot....I...I’m gonna fucking end up in the nut house. BUT, I gotta do this. ....can I be the bad guy? Do I want to be a champ? OF COURSE I DO! But I gotta do this first....I gotta...”

The sound of my phone brings me out of it....

“I gotta do this....as much as it hurts....”

But first coffee.

And then match.

And then Sam.

 You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure
You're just like everybody else
Pressure
You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure

Ah, yes....that familiar situation. Ok Elizabeth, you brought this shit on yourself and went boasting on twitter...

Put up or shut up time, woman.

In the gym for a long while since we got back from Ireland. We were there for a whole week, just to unwind from our crazy schedule but I’ve been slackin’. I don’t like to workout when I’m on vacation and now...I’m freaking out....a little....

....ok....a-fucking-lot. When I get like this, I throw myself into the situation to the point where it’s almost frenzy like. In college it was hours upon hours of reading and writing. Forgetting to eat, barely sleeping....I’ve been known to pull being up for 48 hours and living off of caffeine....and nothing but caffeine. It’s dangerous, it’s stupid and usually I end up sleeping for a whole day after I do it. Followed by a whole day of me eating.

......I need help.

“Well ain’t that the understatement of the century!”

I look down at a smirking Malachi who’s propped up just enough where he could see what I was writing, “And what have I told you about looking over my shoulder when I’m writing?” as I’m closing my book “It’s getting to a point with you, I’m gonna need to keep a spray bottle nearby.”

“And watch how fast that bitch gets chucked if you do, love” he says with some laughter in his eyes. He kisses my shoulder “You really need to get some rest, I know you got this crazy notion in your head about overworking yourself but it won’t do you any good in a ring to be physically exhausted and you know it.”

“I know....and believe me, I have tried in vain....after a while my eyelids hurt from forcing them shut,” I put the book down on the side and scooch down in bed a bit. “Just still a bit in shock about how...fast this is all going for me. First it was a Hall of Famer and now a champion.”

“Non-title match love...no pressure.” he says rather dismissively.

I just glare at him, “Bullsh-” and before I can even finish he just kisses me.

“Bells, you are a perfectionist. One of the few things that drives me absolutely bonkers but that is what drives you to be the best and I get that. But you are going to put yourself to the nuthouse putting all this pressure on yourself.”

I just sigh and curl up into him “I hate it when you’re right”

“I don’t get a victory like this very often so I’m just going to take it and shut up.” he says laughing wrapping his arms around me.

“By God, he can be taught....” laughing followed by me getting popped with the closest pillow he could get his hands on.

“Sassy. Never. Ends!” I finally get my hands on the pillow and snatch it from him.

“Then do something about it!”

.......we’ll save you from the rest of that....

You’re welcome.

You used to call me paranoid
Pressure
But even you can not avoid
Pressure
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure

I’m amazed this place is still standing. The hurricane messed up the Bahamas but they get use to it.....and rebuild....

“You ever seen The Truman Show? That scene where things go all crazy, they leave, turn around and come back and nothing is absolutely wrong? .....spookulur” I say looking down the beach. “So the last couple weeks I’ve kicked back and relaxed. Went on a trip that didn’t require a wrestling ring....though we somehow ended up in a place with a wrestling ring during our trip. I still can’t believe that I managed to beat Amy in the ring and heaven knows I learned a lot just being there. Apparently somewhere, somehow I’ve impressed someone. Not only do I have a match already for High Stakes but this week could lead to bigger things down the road. I kinda feel bad for Sam Marlowe. Here she is trying to prepare herself for her title defense and she’s in a constant battle, possibly looking at her next opponent after Bobbie....that’s if she can get past her. I thought I was a little nuts...well...I am. BUT! Possible challenger after possible challenger....for future defenses. Just yikes! But that is something you just deal with.”

“So Climax 250 is huge, there isn’t a lot of places that get to even 100 let alone 250 episodes and to have this be the go home to the High Stakes it makes it even bigger.” I just smile, “I look at it this way, if I keep making strides in all the right places by possibly beating Sam before her big defense, awesome...but I can’t help but wonder if I need to start looking over my shoulder. I know I gotta be pissing people off by now and I’m putting pressure on myself to only be better in the ring but also showing people that even though I’m still young in my career, I’m not going to back down from someone that wants to step to me. I’m actually kind’ve want it to happen, for some reason. I don’t want to cause problems because let’s face it, the Roulette Championship competition is pretty damn thick....and it’s used as almost a catapult to bigger things....like chances at Alicia and the Women’s Championship. Something that I’m not ready for....not yet anyways.”

I take a deep breath and look out to the ocean, “I’m not one to make waves....but I do love to influence them and if by some stroke up luck I manage to find my way to a win at 250 against a reigning champion like Sam Marlowe, then by all means I would love nothing more than a shot at it. I’m also putting pressure on myself day in and day out to be better and better. 6 months ago, I was just a college kid, not even sure what my next step was. But now, now it’s a challenge to see how many people I can truly shock by winning or even performing at my best. Mal was right, I am a perfectionist...” and I just sigh, “And I won’t settle for second place. If that takes points off my humble meter then fucking let it. But sometimes, you have to draw the line somewhere...and winning at 250 and in Hawaii, that’s where the line was drawn, that’s the next line to jump. Whether Ms. Sam Marlowe likes it or not”

All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know?
All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean?
I'll tell you what it means
Pressure



Song that inspired the craziness: Billy Joel - Pressure

 Well.....

Here I am. You wanna know a secret? I really REALLY hate these introductions.

Some of you know me or at least have seen me trolling around. Hell some of you know of my family and the legacy I get to carry around like an extra 2000 pounds of bullshit. I sorta brought it on myself about 3 months ago. I could have just as easily stayed away from being apart of this world but I was drawn back into it. I got the hell out of school, FINALLY, and started an amazing adventure. The story getting there is a lot more interesting but it’s gonna take a bit to get there.

So welcome to my journey Sin City Wrestling.....hope you know what you got yourself into.


3 years ago
New York City

It’s been a few months since my grandmother had passed away suddenly. Cancer. Fuck Cancer. Took her quickly and shook up the entire family. My mother took the brunt of it the worst. She tried to bury herself in wrestling but it did nothing but make it worse. So, her, along with my step-father decided to walk away from wrestling, but their school was still a thing but still had them both insist that I’d put it on the back burner because they wanted to make sure I did it the right way.

Not that I already wasn’t planning on doing that but I really wanted to follow in their footsteps.

“Mom come on! I can attend NYU on a part time basis, it’ll just take a little longer to get my degree, I’m already a year ahead of most of them anyways with all the classes I took in high school.” 17 year old me....good lord, what was a thinking? Look at that short brown hair. Glasses. Ok, so I still wear the glasses.

My mother, Laura Phoenix, just looks up at me from behind a desk that is just not suited for her. She had to help my grandfather keep things together because as much as she’s been taking it hard, my grandfather was a mess. “Bella, we have been over this time and time again. You need to go full time. And don’t try going to kiss up to Levi because we all came to the same agreement. I need you to have the best chance and that is full time in college.”

I just sigh and sit rather roughly in a chair....the pain was worth it. “This is dumb! It’s not like I still won’t be going but I really want to train full time. I want to start seeing this world. Having another how many years shoved in a text book isn't going to do that."

"Elizabeth Marie Madison!".....all three. Yeah she's irritated with me. She just sighs and sits back, “I can’t tell you what to do, you are 18. I want you to really think about this though. You see how much pain Nick is in. Levi too. College for you, full time is going to be an amazing time for you. This whole time, you’ve been asked a lot of, watching over Jack and the twins. The whole time, you kept a straight A average in high school and got a full ride. I don’t want you to blow that opportunity, angel. And who knows, it could lead to some amazing chances for you. You’re not going to be stuck in New York forever.”

“...I suppose. I’m just....I really want to train.”

“Well...between myself, Nick....the Russows” she smiles. “Don’t worry kid, your legacy will wait. But who knows what this will lead too?”

Paris....it led to Paris.

My last semester, one of my greatest adventures was getting to travel and study in Paris! Something I almost didn’t even do because I loooooooooove to second guess myself. Life has a funny way of pushing you towards things too, because that is exactly what it did. It just bitch slapped my ass like I owed it money.

January, I packed up almost everything, said my goodbyes and off I went. ....and within 2 months, I finally found ...me. Do not misunderstand me, I love my family. They have never said I can’t do something, I’ve just always had to....I don’t want to say “wait”, but put my wants to the side.

Enter Mal.

I get that he isn’t well liked. When you create as much chaos as he has in SCW (and I’ve pretty much seen it all) against one of the most well like guys on the roster? ...you’re gonna get some heat. But that’s not the man that I met in Paris. He’ll proudly admit he is an asshole, all day, every day. There is so much to explain and so little time so let me just say since March, we have been on this wonderful adventure together....and we’ll call it that....for now.

“You’re rambling again, love.”

“I’M GETTING THERE! My promo Malachi....shoo!”

“Ok, but seriously, they wanna know, go to freaking twitter.....it’s all there.”

“OSCAR!”

“I’m going...I’m going...sheesh!”

....now where the hell was I before I was so rudely interrupted?

“Hey Sassy Lass!”

Like I said on twitter, I had seriously been thinking about joining Mal in SCW for at least the last 3 months. I wasn’t sure if I could really pull off being where I was and being here but I couldn’t stop myself. Talking with Mark Ward on the cruise, having fun just hanging out and watching the show, I needed to know. Can I really do this?

I’m so used to being hunted that it was almost refreshing to just hanging out with a bunch of people where I wasn’t looking over my shoulder constantly! When the announcement came down, I think it kinda caught Mal by surprise because we had discussed it but he actually didn’t know that I had the contract in hand before we even left the cruise ship.

When the news broke it was kind of a fun moment.


About a week ago
Inside the gym

Bella, now 21, now with that cotton candy pink hair, currently rocking a high ponytail and jamming out to one of her favorite bands that is currently blaring in her headphones as she runs on the treadmill. Her phone completely silent because she is focusing where she needs too and the camera focuses on the amount of text messages and phone calls that are coming in but she remains oblivious to it. We see Malachi walking through, holding his phone in shock.

“Uh...Bells?”

No response from her, not even a glance.

“BELLA!”

.....nadda.

Mal just can’t help but shake his head...almost 6 months with this girl, still amazed by her level of focus. He carefully crosses behind her and steps up on the treadmill, carefully inching his way closer and just about mid stride he wraps his arms around her and lifts her up.

“AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!”

Mal can’t help but laugh a bit as she reaches up and pulls her headphones out.

“Mal, that shit is not funny!”

“Little funny, besides I couldn’t get your attention any other way.”

“It couldn’t wait til I was finished?” she looks down and sees his phone in his hand “I take I missed something big?”

“Aye love....you mind stopping this so I can put you down?”

“OH!” still in his arms reaches down and pulls the emergency stop and he lowers her safely to his feet. She just turns around and clutches her chest. “My poor heart. Don’t ever do that to me again”

“Oh so dramatic. I wasn’t going to let you fall and you know it. I’m also not going to let you move until you explain to me what this was about.”

He shows opens his screen up and shows her the big announcement on twitter.

Sin City Wrestling @SCWrestling1
Second signing of the week? Done
We are more than pleased to announce the signing of @PWSBellaPhoenix! Bella Madison is someone Mark Ward spoke about at the press conference and now it's a done deal. Give Bella a follow now. #WelcomeBella

“Ohhhhhh ....that.”

“That? I mean, we had talked about it, I know Mark brought you up in the press conference....were you going to tell me?”

“I figured I’d let you be surprised just like everyone else.” Bella looks back and picks her phone up out of the cup, “Apparently everyone is shocked.” Bella looks up at him and can’t really judge what he’s feeling, “....you’re not mad at me are you? I mean, it’s kinda late, I’ve already been told I’ll have a match in Aruba.”

Malachi looks at her and cracks a smile, “I signed with PWS for you, and you signed with SCW for me. When the hell did you even get the contract?”

“I had it before we got onto dry land. Right after the show, when you were in the room...I ran into Mark when I was hunting down some Jameson for you,” Bella smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. “I wanted to tell you, but you were in a mood so I decided to wait. Needless to say...I got sidetracked with everything else that was going on...sure you’re not mad?”

Mal just kisses her lightly “Not mad, I think you are slightly mad as in like the hatter.”

Bella just sticks out her tongue and smirks, “It just took you almost 6 months to figure that out? I’m slacking!”

“Ok, sassy. I’ll let you get back to your workout.” Mal steps away from her and hops off the treadmill, “You know, you’d be done by now if you were up with me at 6am.”

“I have never been, nor will I ever been a morning person! You’d have to IV my ass with caffeine every morning!”

“Not like I already don’t do that now!”

“OUT! You distract me!”

“I’ll do more than that later!” he gets out before he reaches out real quick, pinches her ass and takes off running and laughing.

“GAH! DAMMIT!” Bella reaches and chucks her water bottle at him slightly missing him. “Jerk.”


Present Day
On the White Sandy Beaches of Aruba

“Paradise. Pure and absolute paradise” We see Bella sitting on the sand and just takes it in. “You know it’s weird, as the daughter of wrestlers, you’d think that I would have had the chance to take in these sights when I was a kid. I really didn’t. So when I get these chances now, you are damn right I’m going to take it.”

She just kicks back and stares out. “Ok Sin City, I know you want me to talk about this match, and it’s sorta weird. All I gather is that Ms. Apple Coren is a high-society socialite...and with those words I almost immediately think Khardashian. ....I hate those bitches.” she laughs, “I hate them because when they, as in people, realize that I don’t exactly come from the slums, that’s what I get compared too. Yeah, that’s right bitches, I come from money. I just don’t show it or flaunt it like some people do. I rather people recognize me for being a no-nonsense sassy....as some put it “Second Generation Not To Be Fucked With” asskicker.”

She just smirks, “See, this is what I hate...I know NOTHING but what I was told. Apple thinks she’s owed the world....me? I just wanna take it by the balls and show it who the real boss is. And Apple....ok...I need to get this out...WHO THE FUCK NAMES THEIR KID APPLE?!?!!? Bella is a nickname for me. But seriously??? APPLE?!?! What, did your parents conceive you under a tree and got hit in the head with one? I mean, if you were a boy, would they have named you Newton? Or Issac?”

She just sighs, “Ok sorry...I had to....that has been driving me nuts for DAYS! I couldn’t take it. But seriously, I don’t know you, but from what I was told, you weren’t already going to like me.” She just shrugs, “Sweetie, get. In. line. Last I heard, there were a few getting matching jackets. Nothing up to your standards I’m sure. But hey, we can’t always have it all.”

And with that she stands up and turns to look at the camera “And that Sin City, is my introduction. Sassy, Second Gen....and ready to make waves. Kinda what I do best....both in and out of the ring. ....hope you know what you got yourselves into. ....heaven only knows....I’m still trying to figure that shit out”