I’ve never been big on any type of promotional events. At least, not when I couldn’t care less about the fans back in my GXW days. Don’t get me wrong, I did what I was supposed to do. I went to interviews, talk shows, autograph sessions and the like, but not without some hesitancy and a general bad attitude about it. But, my view on everything has changed. I’m here to give the fans what they want, and what they deserve. I plan on representing the Bombshell division with pride and dignity and give SCW and its fans a Bombshell Champion they truly deserve.Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino
Saturday October 23rd, 2011- 12:00 P.MWe’re only one day away from SCW’s first Supershow. Climax Control: High Stakes. Sunday will be a day to go in the record books, as the first ever Heavyweight and Bombshell Champions will be decided, each in their own respective Gauntlet Matches. The competition is heating up. Insults have been tossed around more than usual, and everyone is promising to walk away the winner. The toughest competitors so far have no doubt been the women of the Bombshell Division.
Throughout the week, Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino has been holding promotional events, hyping up the much anticipated Supershow. Every day has been full of autograph sessions and other events with most of SCW’s finest competitors. Today is the very last day of events scheduled before the big night. Inside the building, a small stage is set up, decorated with a large banner for Climax Control: High Stakes. Near the entrance of the building, a life size cardboard cut-out of Misty is set up, showing the special guest for today’s event. A large crowd of fans surrounds the stage, as the host for the event, a man by the name of Tony, holds a microphone in his hands, ready to get things started.
“Hello everyone! Welcome to one of the final special promotional events we have planned here at Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino for Sin City Wrestling’s much anticipated supershow, Climax Control: High Stakes!” Tony says, as the crowd applauds and cheers.
“As the name implies, the stakes will be high tomorrow night here in the events center, as two championships will be decided. One of those championships, as all of you are aware of, is the Bombshell Championship!” The men in the crowd whistle and cheer noticeably louder than the women in the crowd.
“All of the Bombshells competing for the championship have shown just how fierce that match up will be tomorrow night, and today, we have one of those competitors here for you all to meet! She is one of , if not THE favorite to take home the championship. This woman is a former Women’s Champion and one outspoken individual. Please help me in welcoming SCW Bombshell, Misty!”
The crowd cheers and applauds louder now, as from behind the side of the stage, Misty appears. She is dressed in a red corset over a black tank top, a pair of red and black Tripp pants with chains and black straps, and a pair of black boots. Her long raven locks are pulled back.
Misty makes her way onstage, as her fiancée, Spike Staggs, stays off to the side, showing his support. He is wearing black jeans, torn at the knees with wallet chains, spike wrist bands, and a black tank top. He has on a leather jacket and sunglasses, which he has placed on his head while inside the building. Misty is handed a microphone, which she gladly accepts. She smiles and waves to some of the fans in the crowd.
“Wow! All of you are amazing. Thank you so much for having me here today.” She says to everyone in attendance, before turning her attention to Tony.
Tony nods and smiles. “I think I speak for everyone here when I say it’s a pleasure to have you here, Misty. You are definitely one of the more well known wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling, so I’m sure the fans are well aware of your career thus far.”
“I would certainly hope so.” She laughs. “But, the past is the past, and all of my attention right now is devoted to Sin City Wrestling and its fans. It’s all about the here and now. Am I right?”
The fans cheer in agreement, as Misty nods and smiles and Tony claps.
“Very good thinking, Misty. Very good.” He says. “Now, we are all here today to talk about High Stakes and what you see happening. You are going up against six other women in the Gauntlet Match to determine the first ever Bombshell Champion. How do you feel about that?”
Misty places her thumb and forefinger on her chin, as if thinking seriously about that question. She does this only a couple seconds then smiles.
“How do I feel about that?” She repeats the question. “That is a fairly easy question to answer, actually. I feel great. I’ve never felt more confident going into any match in my career. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to be easy to get through six other women vying for the very same prize as I am, but I know I can do it. You all are looking at the future Bombshell Champion right now.”
The crowd cheers once again.
“With that mindset, I don’t doubt that at all. But as you said, it won’t be an easy match. The Bombshell Division has proven to be the toughest division right now in Sin City Wrestling. A few of your opponents feel that, because you are mother to a young daughter, that your complete focus is not on this match, and therefore, are at quite a disadvantage of winning.”
Misty shakes her head, getting a serious look on her face. “Those people who think that, are sorely mistaken. I am more than capable of getting into that ring and giving all of my attention to my opponents. I am focused on kicking ass and walking away the winner. I have the full ability to balance my home life and my career without letting one affect the other. After High Stakes, there will be no doubting that fact.”
“And what about those who feel that you should simply stay at home instead of being here. They feel that you had your time in the past and have accomplished what they haven’t so you shouldn’t even be here.”
Misty laughs. “Those people need to ask my daughter how she feels about me being an active wrestler right now. I haven’t allowed the cameras in front of her, and that is to protect her, but I think she’s more excited that I am here than I am. I may have had an accomplished career in the past, but again, that’s in the past. I’m going to prove to them that I’m not the washed up ‘old hag’ that they think I am.”
Behind Misty, Spike is nodding his head in agreement. He has his arms folded across his chest, and he stands there looking more like a body guard than anything.
As Tony is about to ask another question, someone in the crowd interrupts. That someone is a brunette haired woman, who Misty immediately recognizes as the woman she beat up just a week ago at Pure Nightclub.
“GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN, BITCH!”
Misty looks to the ground and shakes her head, but she is laughing. The girl makes her way to the front of the crowd, accompanied by booing from Mistys fans. Spike watches on, ready to intercede if needed, and onstage, Tony is about to signal for security, but Misty holds up her hand to stop him.
“It’s okay, Tony. Let her speak.” Misty says, giving her attention to the woman.
The woman, still sporting a nice bruise above her eye, stands right in front of Misty, with her arms crossed. “I don’t know why anyone would lend their support to someone like you. You’re a nobody!”
The crowd boos her, some even shoving her. Misty smiles and shakes her head.
“Why don’t you tell everyone here just how you got that bruise, if that’s what you think. Tell them how I tackled you to ground and showed you how much a
nobody I really am. Girl, I beat the s…CRAP, out of you and you couldn’t even fight back!” Misty responds to the crowd’s delight. Spike even smiles and laughs at that.
The woman fumes and holds back a vicious scream. “That’s because I
LET you do that! That didn’t even hurt, by the way.”
The crowd laughs again, though this time it’s because they know she is lying. Spike slowly makes his way onstage, staying just a few feet behind Misty.
“Is that so?” Misty asks.
“Oh yeah. This bruise was a small price to pay to get at you.”
The woman looks at Spike, as he glares back at her. She winks at him before giving him a dirty look. His nostrils flare, but he has no plans on laying a finger on her. Misty steps toward the edge of the stage, causing the woman to back up, as well as a few people around her. Misty jumps down and gets face to face with her, much like what happened at the nightclub, though this time she is more relaxed.
“Tell me something then. Did little miss Angelica instruct you to take that beating, or was that your idea?” The people in the crowd erupt in a stereo of “ooooh” as the girl looks around shaking her head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says, sounding very unconvincing.
Misty smiles. “Oh, but you’re lying, and I happen to know that for a fact. You see, what you don’t know is that after you were helped out of the club that night, a friend of my sister’s saw an interesting meeting between you and that nasty piece of trash, Angelica.”
“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!” The woman yells at Misty, as if admitting to the whole thing. Misty smiles yet again.
“This friend called my sister right away, and she told me about what was going on. I got back to the club just in time to hear Angelica’s final instructions to you, by the way.”
The woman shakes her head. “You’re lying. I’ve never met Angelica in my life!”
Misty then pulls her iPhone out of her pocket. She pulls up a picture for everyone to see…well those who are close enough to see it. The picture on her phone is that of Angelica and the woman kissing. The woman rolls her eyes, knowing very well she can’t deny it any longer.
“I’m not going to waste anymore of my time on garbage like you. You can go back to Angelica and give her a little message from me. You can tell her that
NOTHING will distract me from this match.
NOTHING will stop me from whooping her ass and becoming the Bombshell Champion. All she did was add fuel to the fire, and come High Stakes, this fire is going to explode, and Angelica will be the first one to get burned.” Misty says to the woman. She turns around and before she gets back onstage, she has one last warning for the woman.
“And one more thing,” she says. “If you even
THINK of coming near my family, or somehow helping Angelica any further, you’ll have to worry about more than just me kicking your ass again. And that is a promise.”
Spike helps her back onstage, glaring once again at the woman. The woman growls, then screams, before being escorted away by security who just arrived on the scene. Tony looks at the clock, then back to Misty.
“Well wasn’t that an interesting turn of events, ladies and gentleman!” He says. “That right there proves just how determined Misty is! Give it up for Misty one last time, ladies and gentleman!”
The crowd cheers, applauds and whistles for Misty. Spike claps also.
“I’m not letting anything stand in my way, Tony.” Misty replies.
“We wish you the best of luck tomorrow night, Misty.” Tony says, as the crowd continues clapping.
“Thank you, but I don’t need luck.” Misty says with a smile. She hands him the microphone and waves to the crowd, as she and Spike walk off the stage. Event security escorts them through the crowd and into the main lobby of the hotel. As they are making their way to the main entrance, two other familiar faces are seen, also surrounded by security staff. Kittie, being accompanied by Jamie Staggs, has showed up for her scheduled event. Jamie and Spike meet up off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while keeping an eye on Misty and Kittie.
Kittie locks eyes with Misty, staring at her silently. Their nostrils flare up just a little with each breath. Time seems to stand still as they seem to have a psychic exchange of insults. Fans crowd around the two, ready with cameras and camera phones to capture the carnage that might take place between these two supposed “once friends”. Kittie takes one step closer, as does Misty, causing the crowd to move in closer as well. The security guards surrounding Misty also surround Kittie next. Kittie breaks the stare as she looks down to her hand as it slowly reaches out toward Misty.
”Once that bell rings, I can’t promise anything…” Kittie says.
”I won’t promise a damn thing once that bell rings, either. All bets are off then, Kittie Kat.” Misty replies.
”Yeah, well, good luck, Misty.”
Their eyes meet up once again, nostrils return to flaring until Misty’s hand reluctantly meets Kittie’s. They give one firm, solid handshake before letting go of the grip.
”You too, Kittie…” Misty replies, as she is then led away and toward the exit by security. She meets up with Spike again, looking back at Kittie as she and Jamie are escorted to another part of the building.
“For a second there I thought Jamie and I were gonna have to prepare to separate you two.” Spike says, as he walks up next to Misty. She looks at him and shrugs her shoulders.
“We’re more than capable of keeping things civilized until our match, Spike. And by the way, was that a wedding ring on her finger, or was I imagining things?” She replies, trying to see if Kittie is still in view inside the building.
Spike shakes his head. “You’re guess is as good as mine. I didn’t see anything.”
Misty shrugs again. The valet then pulls up in front of them with Spike and Misty’s 2011 black Chevy Equinox. Spike hands the valet some cash, then pats him on the back. Misty and Spike get in their car, ready to head back home after an eventful event here at Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino. Tomorrow night should be just as, if not more eventful and fulfilling.
******************************”I’m awake, but something isn’t right. I’m not home. Well, I’m home, but not in Vegas. I’m back in St. Louis at our old house, but why? I’m so confused right now. I went to sleep in our bed in Vegas last night, I know I did. But I just woke up, and I was back in St. Louis. I must be dreaming, or maybe I got drunk and didn’t realize it? No, I don’t drink anymore. So what the hell is going on here?!”The house is quiet…too quiet. Misty, dressed in a pair of black pajama pants with stars on them, and a black tank top, slowly walks around the bedroom. Hers and Spike’s old bedroom. Everything is back in the same place she had it before they moved to Las Vegas. The bed is neatly made. Odd, considering she just woke up only a few minutes ago.
She walks over to the closet and looks inside. Spike’s clothes are hanging on his side of the closet, but the women’s clothes hanging on the other side are not hers, and they don’t look familiar. Most of her clothes are darkly colored, or black, and of course more on the gothic side. These clothes are brightly colored and definitely more feminine. Misty rummages through them and is almost disgusted.
”This just doesn’t make any sense! Whose clothes are these?! And why are they next to Spike’s clothes in MY closet?!”“Not something you ever saw yourself wearing, is it Misty?”
Misty nearly jumps out of her skin. She turns around, looking to who is standing in the doorway, and her mouth almost drops open. She is looking at herself! Well, at least she THINKS she’s looking at herself. This version of Misty standing before her has shorter hair, just about shoulder length, and pulled back in a neat pony tail. She is wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top with a sequenced butterfly on the front of it. Her skin is also on the tan side. Misty stares at her, unable to speak.
“Get a good look at who you’ll become, Misty. I’m you in a matter of years.” Future Misty says.
Misty puts her hands over her eyes and shakes her head, completely confused.
“This doesn’t make any sense! You can’t be me! I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that crap, and Spike sure as hell wouldn’t like it either. I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming.” Misty says, backing up to the bed and slowly sitting down. She feels a little lightheaded.
Future Misty smiles and laughs. “This is more than a dream, Misty. This is a look at your future if you don’t succeed.”
Misty laughs then looks at her future self. “If I don’t succeed? What the hell are you talking about?! Wake up, Misty…WAKE UP!!” She smacks herself in the head a couple times, hoping she’ll wake up, but she doesn’t.
“You know exactly what I am talking about.” Future Misty replies, taking a step toward her old self. “If you don’t win at Climax Control: High Stakes, this is what you will allow yourself to become. You’ll be headed on a downward spiral, and ultimately, it will lead you back here to St. Louis.”
Misty looks around, again noticing how quiet the house is.
“Wait a minute…where are the kids? Where’s Eden…Timmy?” She asks, looking past Future Misty, and out in to the hallway for any sign of either of them.
“They are in school right now…where they should be.” Future Misty responds.
Misty looks even more confused. “Eden is only three and a half. She’s not old enough for school yet!”
Future Misty shakes her head and smiles. “Hello…I am your FUTURE self. Eden isn’t three and a half anymore. She’s eight now and in second grade.”
Misty again begins shaking her head, and her eyes start to water as she is on the verge of tears. She can’t speak. All she wants to do is wake up from this dream…this nightmare.
“I’m here to motivate you even further, Misty.” Future Misty says, taking a seat next to herself. “You have six other women to get through at High Stakes in order to win the Bombshell Championship.”
“I know that! I’ve been thinking about it all damn week!” Misty screams.
Future Misty shakes her head. “Six other women, but only four who will put up a true fight. Allison Summers and Rebecca Blades will not be a problem, as I’m sure you’re aware of.”
“Hello, captain obvious.” Misty replies sarcastically. “I still don’t understand why you’re reminding me about stuff I already know!”
“I am reminding you of these facts because you are confident, but during that match, you get TOO confident and it costs you everything. You need to go into this match with a clear head. One that is one-hundred percent focused on eliminating the rest of those women and putting that Bombshell Championship around your waist and not one of theirs.” Future Misty replies. Misty just laughs.
“How many times do I have to tell people that I AM focused! That championship means everything to me!” Misty snaps at herself. (is this getting confusing yet?
)
“Ok, then.” Future Misty says. “How do you plan on taking on Angelica, Kittie and Raynin? Because those three are the ones that actually give you the biggest challenge. Fantasia put up a fight, but in the end, she couldn’t quite keep her head in the game.”
“That bitch Angelica is going to get her ass BEAT and then tossed over the top rope! I’m not worried about her.” Misty replies, her voice full of confidence.
“You should be.” Future Misty says. “She unleashed all sorts of crazy on you, which made you an easy target after you finished her off.”
Misty laughs. “I’m not going to let that happen. If you’re me in the future then you should know what was going on inside my head.”
Future Misty nods. “Oh I know very well what was going on inside my head…inside your head, I should say. You were more worried about taking Angelica out, that once you got rid of her, Raynin took advantage and took you out, just like she did in the graveyard match. Sure, Kittie tried to help you, but it was too late. It all came down to Raynin and Kittie.”
Misty looks at her future self, suddenly turning very serious. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Future Misty nods again.
“I can’t let that happen. I’ll just have to change my game plan up a little bit then.” Misty says, looking away trying to strategize.
“You have to. Because by focusing most of your attention on Angelica early on, you’ll be doing exactly what the rest of the women want. You have to eliminate the tough competition first, then worry about the trash later.” Future Misty encourages her.
Misty smiles, suddenly much more relaxed than before. “Why didn’t I think of that before? If I work on getting Raynin out, the rest won’t be as tough. Knowing Angelica, though, she’ll have her claws out for me first. Stupid skank.”
They both laugh and nod in agreement. Misty looks at her future self, with a questioningly look this time.
“I have to know something.” She says. “If I screw up at High Stakes…if I do something I’m not supposed to…who do I lose to? Who walks away the Bombshell Champion if it’s not me?”
Future Misty bites her lip, suddenly making Misty very nervous. She opens her mouth to reveal the answer, but then…
“NO!!!” Misty screams and springs up and out of her deep sleep. She screams so loud, it wakes up Spike who was also sound asleep next to her. He looks at, confused and almost worried.
“What the hell?” He says, not even sounding groggy or half asleep. “What happened?”
Misty looks around the room, and is relieved to see that she is back at her new home in Las Vegas with Spike next to her. She shakes her head then looks at him.
“Nothing. I’m okay.” She reassures him. “I just had a nightmare is all. You can go back to sleep.”
He looks at her, then massages her shoulders a bit trying to relax her. “Want to talk about it?”
Misty shakes her head. “No. It doesn’t matter because it was just a nightmare. A horrible, unrealistic, not going to ever happen…NIGHTMARE.”
Misty lays back down, as does Spike. Spike wraps his arms around Misty, and soon falls back asleep. Misty just lays there, eyes open, thinking about the nightmare. She shakes her head, then takes a deep breath.
“I’ll be damned if I’m EVER going to let that nightmare become a reality. That Bombshell Championship is as good as mine, now that I know what I have to do.”
Misty then closes her eyes, and drifts back off to sleep…this time with a clear and truly focused mind.
