Ivy is seen walking towards a pair of large doors that she reaches down and pulls open.  Walking into the grand hall of the manor, she heads directly towards a large fireplace that is blazing with a wood fire that casts flickers of light off the flocked wall paper of the room.  In Ivy’s hands is a tray with a silver pot of tea and a domed serving dish.  Setting it down, she looks at Apple Coren who is on the large wingbacked chair and fussing at a person who is fiddling with a camera tripod.

Ivy the Assistant:   Tea milady?

Sparing a glance at her assistant, Apple nods before turning to the cameraperson.

Lady Apple Coren:  You do realize of course that I need to do this before I am very much older.  So get out of the way as Ivy here will finish preparing for filming of my statement about Climax Control.

Ivy sets down the tea that she had poured then moves to the camera with an apologetic smile as the person mumbles while leaving the room.  Focusing the camera on Apple, Ivy motions for her to begin to speak.  Apple straightens up and staring directly into the lens.

Lady Apple Coren:  This week I have the honour to host Climax Control here in my hometown of York.  Well I have to say that it was quite a blinding idea to have the show in my home however to have been put into a match against Mercedes Vargas.

Apple turns slightly to yawn softly.

Lady Apple Coren:  Now most would say that I should be honoured to face such a wrestler because she has been a multiple time champion and is a hall of famer and that is something that really doesn’t make me so enthusiastic to face her.  I mean how many times can one face someone that has delusions of grandeur who tends to remind everyone one of her successes.  I don’t know if she does it to toot her own horn or if she has to keep telling herself how good she is so she remains relevant to at least herself because if you ask me, she isn’t really relevant to anyone else.  

Lady Apple Coren:  I have sat here and debated with myself about how I need to show up and face Mercedes.  I sat back and thought about it and I have to admit that I am not looking forward to this.  But like any other match she has spoken of, it is wash rinse and repeat when Mercedes talks about her opponents and I believe that I would end up being bored out of my mind.  So wake me when it is over.

Apple stops talking and then shakes her hand at the camera.  Ivy looks up and quizzically raises her shoulders.  Apple stands and walks out of the room without a response.

 The night filled with stars is muted by the steam rising from a warm pool that fogs the windows of a glassed-in room.  Inside, a woman can be seen resting on an inflated chaise that floated on a lit up pool water while softly playing music of the song “High Heels” can be heard.  To one side of the pool, a familiar assistant can be seen pacing along the side of the pool as she reads from an IPad.

Ivy The Assistant:  Um, pardon milady but I wanted to bring to your attention your diary.  We have been here at your manor for too many weeks now.  You have obligations that you have let drop and you need to respond to them.

Apple Coren lets her eyes drift open as a half-smile begins to creep along her ruby lips.  Looking at her assistant, she nods regally as a hand begins to drag through the water.  Ivy stops to watch her, nibbling on her lips in worry as Apple begins to speak.

Apple Coren:  Ivy, we have been in the manor because I refuse to deal with the pitiful obligations that you are referring to.  I am meant to be at the top of society and there isn’t anyone that could argue that it is highly annoying to realize that those peasants are too sycophantic.  Whatever shall I do for excitement Ivy?

Apple splashes in the pool as she dismounts the chair and slides into the water.  Diving below the surface, she breaks the surface to brush her hair back as she moves up the steps of the shallow end of the pool and into the moist air of the pool room.  Reaching a chair where a thick Egyptian towel is laid, she picks it up and rubs it along her damp skin.

Ivy once more spares a look at the IPad and then clears her throat.  

Ivy The Assistant:  You have been called out by Mr. Ward about not being a productive employee.

Apple gets a confused look on her face before speculatively tapping a finger against her lips.

Apple Coren:  Mr. Ward?  Productive employee?  What are you on about?

Ivy The Assistant:  You are contracted to Sin City Wrestling milady.  You were mentioned by Mr Mark Ward as someone that is not putting in an effort in SCW.  He has booked you this week against someone and has indicated that you have something to prove to him.

The sneer that crosses the face of Apple gives Ivy pause.  Tossing the towel to the side, Apple moves to a chair where she sits down and stretches out.  From one side, a footman approaches with an appreciative smile and hands a glass to Apple who raises an eyebrow before smiling as she accepts the glass then waving the footman off.  Taking a slow sip, she notices that Ivy is watching her intently.

Apple Coren:  Why should I prove anything to Mr Mark Ward Ivy?  What has he done for me…absolutely nothing if you ask me.

Ivy The Assistant:  He is your boss milady!

Apple Coren:   He is a man who disappeared for how long Ivy?  A man who thinks the world revolves around him and that all the employees of Sin City Wrestling has to dance to his tune.  Really Ivy, one must ask if one shouldn’t give him a taste of his own arrogance.  I am not one to dance to someone else’s piper no matter who it is.  Does he know who I am Ivy?

The assistant nods slightly as she turns slightly to move to another chair near Apple.  

Ivy The Assistant:  I believe he is your employer milady.  I hesitate to think what he might do if you do not show up for the match that he has booked you for.  I haven’t seen any action threatened but from the tone of his correspondence he will be apt to punish you in some way milady and that is what worries me.

A chuckle escapes from the young noblewoman who once more sips from the frosty glass before answering.

Apple Coren:  Oh Ivy, I can hear your concern and believe me, I could not be arsed at Mr Ward’s threats.  Obviously I have no intention of giving him the satisfaction of saying that I am not capable of doing what I need to in the ring.  I rather think that he is just putting on an attitude so he can act the big man…

Apple raises her hands and makes an air quotes action with her fingers that has the eyes of Ivy widening in surprise.

Ivy The Assistant:  MILADY!

Apple Coren:   Relax Ivy.  I have no intention as I said.  But I will be at Climax Control at … where is it this time?

Ivy quickly pulls up her IPad and reads before looking over it and speaking.

Ivy The Assistant:  It is in Primm Nevada.  What the card says here is that you are facing Sierra Williams

Apple Coren:  Who?

Ivy The Assistant:  She is the former tag team champion with her husband Lachlan Kane.  

Apple looks thoughtful for a moment, her voice softly questioning herself as she speaks.

Apple Coren:  Isn’t that the bombshell that Billie Ball or Boobie Doll said was a man?  I thought there was a rule that the male superstars couldn’t put their hands on the Bombshells?  What is Mark Ward about?

Ivy The Assistant:  No no no, Sierra is a woman and a tough one at that.  I hesitate to say  that she could very well win this match between the two of you at the weekend.

Apple shoots a glare at Ivy who gets to her feet and then moves towards a camera that is sitting on the bar where the footman is standing and watching Apple who leans back in the lounge and sips again at the drink.  Coming back, Ivy holds up the camera and offers a smile at Apple.

Ivy The Assistant:  I think that you might want to send a message to your opponent for the week.  I am sure she has already said something about you and one would not want her to get the last word in.

Apple Coren:  I suppose Ivy that you are right and as I am apt to say, no one should be getting the last word in this match but me.  So how will we film this warning to Sierra Williams?

Ivy looks around then her face lights up as she looks to see the lights around the diving board of the pool looking very interesting.

Ivy The Assistant:  Why don’t you speak from the diving board.  A place where you can make a statement before plunging into the pool.  I will film it from here.

Apple looks towards the diving board then at Ivy and nods slowly before she gets up and walks towards it.  Climbing the small ladder, she holds onto the rails.  Ivy presses record then points at Apple who begins to speak.

Apple Coren:  I hear that I am being commanded to present myself at Primm Nevada to participate in Climax Control.  Well, I will be there and it isn’t because Mark Ward is trying to throw around his idea of power.  I will be there because I have decided that I am someone that the minions of fans need someone to elevate their lives just a little.  And who better to brighten their lives that someone who has brightened the lives of England’s society.

Apple Coren:  I have decided that I am going to have a go once more at this wrestling thing and why not start with this week’s Climax Control.  And I hear that I am facing Sierra Williams and if I am honest, I really don’t have the time or inclination to worry about what she might say about me because I don’t really care.  Oh, trust me, I can’t be arsed to listen to a bloody word she might say about me and how I have competed in the past.  Because the past is the past and I really didn’t put my all into my matches.  But now I have a reason to in the future and that is because I want to prove to everyone that I am the threat that I consider myself.  And this week, I am making the plunge into the bombshell division and I am going to make the biggest splash ever.

Ivy The Assistant:  That sounds arrogant Milady.

Apple Coren:   That Ivy is the truth.  At the weekend, I am going to beat Sierra Williams and then I am going to really stir things up in that division.

Before Ivy can respond, Apple moves to the end of the board and dives into the water that has Ivy stumbling to avoid which sends the video to black.

 A crackling fireplace can be seen with the outline of a large wingback chair in front of it.  The snap of the blaze is slowly drowned out by the sound of a slow clap from the chair.  The view of the camera slowly changes to move around the chair to reveal Apple Coren sitting there, a sneer on her face as she can be seen to clap.  Wearing a black lace blouse over a dark red tank top tucked into a pair of black satin pants, she looks calm as the camera moves closer before her clapping stops to have her hold up her hand.

Apple Coren:  That is close enough Ivy.

Ivy, Apple’s assistant stops and continues to film the young aristocrat who has crossed her legs and steepled her fingers as her elbows rest lightly on the chair arms.  Looking intently into the camera, Apple begins to speak softly.

Apple Coren:  Before we begin, I want to say something to my opponent for Blaze of Glory that she isn’t ready to hear…congratulations Amy, bravo, you got one over on me…

Again, Apple begins to slow clap as Ivy looks into the viewfinder after raising her eyebrow at the comment from her boss.

Ivy the Assistant:  Pardon me milady, did you happen to take one too many hits to the head in your last match?  Congratulating Amy like that?

Apple smiles at that comment which only fuels another raised eyebrow.  Sighing Apple realizes that she is going to have to explain to Ivy just what she is about as if Ivy were a child…or Amy Marshall.

Apple Coren:  Now Ivy, one must give credit where credit is due.  Amy got quite the kick by revealing that the whole scenario with Joey was planned by the pair in order to make one the butt of the joke.  So one does have to give her the chance to gloat mustn’t one?  After all, she did have Joey play the trick on me.  Or rather, I let him think he was.

Surprise is painted across the face of Ivy as the image of Apple jiggles just slightly before Ivy can recover.

Ivy the Assistant:  What are you talking about milady?  You were just as surprised as everyone else in that arena I believe when Amy and Joey Santino revealed they played you.

The tinkly sound of Apple chuckling is the only answer as Ivy moves closer.  

Ivy the Assistant:  You were surprised were you not?

Apple Coren:  Wait…what?!?

Apple gets the surprised look on her face that many fans had seen at Climax Control which breaks into laughter from Apple as she brings a hand up to cover her smile.

Apple Coren:  Do you really think that I am such a mug that I could be taken in that easily Ivy?  Really?  One would suspect that you would have more faith than that.  Of course, I could see right through the whole thing.  Why do you think that out of the spotlight I dropped Joey like a bad habit only to pull him right back in the next Climax Control.  And he made it so easy.  

Ivy the Assistant:  But ma’am, Amy Santino thinks that she has beaten you down with her husband playing with your emotions.  

Apple waves her finger negatively before once more addressing the camera and her assistant.

Apple Coren:  I let Amy and Joey believe they were able to best me. But did they really?  I mean Joey is a talker and well one has to question how much was an act and how much was honest sentiment?  I mean he told me things that would be disconcerting if they are true.  I bet that he is all proud of how he acted now that he has his wife back but I am seriously certain that he wasn’t entirely truthful with Amy.  It makes one think one should really talk to his wife for him.  Tell her the truth so she can understand exactly who she married.  

Ivy the Assistant:  But that could affect their marriage?

Apple Coren:  Precisely Ivy.  And I would be seen as the homewrecker that everyone thought I was.  Maybe I should just keep his secrets and let Amy wonder.  After all, I did listen to what he said and if I were Amy, I would definitely look at him with new eyes.

Apple continues to use innuendo in an attempt to get under the skin of Amy but then a final sigh, gives her head a slight shake.  Uncrossing her legs and sitting forward to address the camera with a more serious look.

Apple Coren:  Now I also have to applaud Amy for living up to her nom de plume…Punk Princess.  After all, in that tag match she punked out quite quickly leaving me to suffer that defeat.  Running like some scared little git that doesn’t have what it takes to stand and fight.  But isn’t that just like her?  

Ivy the Assistant:  She looked rather disgusted in you for that match.  I think that if you had worked toget…

Shooting a hard look up at Ivy, Apple brings her fingers together to silence the assistant before she responds angrily.

Apple Coren:  Amy left me in that ring to be victimized by Charlotte and Winter because she wanted to have me injured or worse for this match at Blaze of Glory but I didn’t get injured and it just incentivized me to make her suffer in our match.  

Apple’s hand curls into a fist that she slams down onto the arm of the chair.  

Apple Coren:  She started this whole feud with the fact that she has no relevance anymore and was jealous of the fact that I was going places and doing things epically.  So she inserted herself into my match for the Bombshells title.  Do you realize that I should be main eventing this supercard as the champion but because of her, I had my shot ruined.  Then of course she kissed the arse of Christian Underwood who gave her a title shot one on one that he allowed to be taken from me.  And then did I get my one on one shot..no, he breached the contract that I had by taking me out of the title picture because there are so many others that he wants to push in his company like Amy Santino who is one of his golden girls.  

Ivy the Assistant:  But milady…

Apple gets to her feet with a growl, the stiletto heels on her feet making sharp clicking sounds on the hardwood floor as she angrily begins to pace.  

Apple Coren:  Sin City Wrestling has a bona fide star who is having her light hidden by hacks and no talent bombshells who have their lips firmly planted to the management of this company.

Ivy the Assistant:  Who are you talking about milady?

Apple spins and lunges towards the camera and Ivy.

Apple Coren:  I am talking about me Ivy!  Who else has not been given her due as is her right?  Who else has had obstacles thrown in her way time and again because no one would like to see me shine or wear gold?  And before you say anything else, I want you to know that I am approaching the end of my tether with patience.

Apple throws her hands up in frustration before moving to stand in front of the fireplace, her body silhouetted by the flames.  Ivy films her as she lets her arms drop at her side and a sigh escapes her as she tilts her head slightly to look back at her assistant and her voice once again lowers and softens.

Apple Coren:  One has to realize that in this company one has to stand out rather than be like all the others.  I can not get into the mindset that one must cater to those who are lower in stature and ability.  I am better than all those other bombshells and if you were to ask me Ivy, I need to be given the opportunity to prove that.  So perhaps this match at Blaze of Glory where I get to put my hands on Amy Santino and beat her to within an inch of her legacy falling apart, do you think it will afford me the opportunity or will it bury me because I beat one of SCW’s golden children?

Ivy the Assistant:  Amy is a Hall of famer and she has quite the record in Sin City Wrestling…

Apple Coren:  She does…therefore the Blazing fall from glory should be spectacular.  And I suspect that it will cement me as the bad girl of SCW, undeserving of anything and forced to claw my opportunities from each and every bombshell I face.  One will need to prepare…so Ivy, we will end that here and I will require you to prepare a training schedule that will have me preparing well to beat Amy Santino.  

Ivy nods as she brings the camera up to look into the lens and sees Apple has turned her attention to the flames again as they gild her body with a flickering golden light as Ivy presses stop and the recording stops with the final image of Apple then fades to black.

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Apple Coren:  IVY!  Come here and help me with this bloody mess!

Ivy the Assistant comes running into the room where Apple is sitting in front of a computer trying to record something.  She looks over the shoulder of Apple who is typing something into a vlog recorder.  Ivy coughs slightly as she moves Apple’s hands and then quickly logs her in and then points out the record button.  Apple waves her away with a hmmpf that sends Ivy to the side with a small smile of affection for Apple’s situation crossing her face.

Addressing the camera, Apple has leaned an elbow on the desk beside the laptop and rests her chin on her hand.  Dressed in SCW merchandise, she begins to speak…

Apple Coren:  I figured that one needs to join the little people with this idea of a vlog where my thoughts get shared by yours truly for the edification of the masses.  I suppose that one needs to explain one’s thoughts about what could be happening with their lives or how they are feeling at the moment.  This verbal journaling is nothing more to me than the medium in which I am going to let Amy Santino know exactly what she is in for at Blaze of Glory.

Ivy listens as Apple talks.  Picking up the camera, she focuses it on the face of Apple who is caught smirking.

Apple Coren:  You know Ivy, this could be quite fun…

Ivy the Assistant:  I am sure ma’am.

Ivy winks at Apple who breaks her contemptuous look for only a moment to roll her eyes at her assistant then regains her looks of seriousness.

Apple Coren:  blaze of Glory is fast approaching and I get to go one on one with Amy Santino, a woman that can’t seem to avoid my spotlight no matter how I try to leave her in the dark.  She is like a leech that can’t function without thinking that she is the end all and be all of whatever she is doing.  We have seen her recent in tears because of her loss of her husband to someone that would treat him better than she did or seemed to.  Now she will say that she got the better of me and bravo…

Apple reaches out of the camera’s view to pick up a crystal glass filled with a clear liquid that she raises in a toast to the camera, as if offering a congratulatory toast to Amy herself.

Apple Coren:  Your little wish appeared to work.  I do admit that my acting skills have very much improved since the last time I trod the boards in school.  It still isn’t Shakespeare but beggers can’t really be choosers can they Amy?  

Apple again toasts the camera before sipping at the drink then setting it to the side again.

Apple Coren:  Let me take this moment to illuminate just what will be happening at Blaze of Glory because I am sure that you are listening quite intently.  See I thought that beating you the numerous times that I have, you wouldn’t want to have to step in the ring with me but how wrong was I?  And this is a first Amy, me admitting I am wrong.  I took you as someone that is less than intelligent when it comes to facing someone like me.  But what you don’t know is that I am more than the silver spooned aristocrat you are writing me off as.  I want to show you just what you are stepping into the ring with.  See I am not just another pretty face Amy, I decided that I would show you just who you are facing at Blaze of Glory.

Apple presses a button to add a window in window for her vlog which reveals the name of a rather famous wrestling school in Blackpool England that has a group of students posing in front of it.  Among the crowd of students appears Apple Coren herself.  The image moves inside where wrestlers can be seen training and Apple herself appears locking up with someone in the ring and being tossed around before doing her own tossing of an opponent or two.

Apple Coren:  Amy I am ready for this match…in fact, I have decided that I am going to come down to your level and give you a fighting chance for all of oh…a minute before I will be using every bit of skill I learned to punish you for your audacity of thinking that you will get the win in our match.  I am not in the mood to deal with a pathetic aging use to be for longer than I have to.  So my promise to you is that I am coming filled with a desire to make you suffer complete and utter punishment before I end you in the middle of the ring.  I guess that I all I can tolerate saying for now, I do have a schedule to keep and you are a gnat that I will need to ignore until Blaze of Glory where I will be able to smash you to bits legally and with pleasure.

Ivy the Assistant is surprised at how cold Apple sounds before the click of a keystroke ends the vlog and Apple looks up at Ivy with a smirk on her lips.  

Apple Coren:  Have you made the arrangement Ivy?  I need to know what to pack to travel to Blackpool…

Ivy nods as she motions for Apple to join her as the pair read over the plans for the next week.

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A large green tree festooned with bright gold and silver ornaments, tinsel and yards of ribbon and lace graces a room with cathedral ceilings in warm wood panelling.  To one side, there is a fireplace that is flanked by a pair of granite angels who look suspicious in the flickering light.  The glow extends to a gold and white Louis quatorze desk nearby where Apple Coren can be seen with a rather large fountain pen that she dips into a pot of some kind of ink then tapping it softly, she puts it against a piece of paper and a soft skitch can be heard as she signs her name in golden ink.  

Dressed in a silvery silk sheath dress with matching shoes that have been kicked to the side, Apple looks relaxed as she draws the pen across the paper ending the signature with a flourish.  To one side, her father rests in a large wingback chair a newspaper open and hiding his face.  Across from him, the grand dame of the family can be seen stitching on a needlepoint pattern that is half done.  Suddenly, the door to the room opens to reveal Ivy who rushes in stopping to drop a quick curtsey to the dowager and Lord Coren before rushing up to Apple who looks up with a sneering look of curiosity.

Ivy the Assistant:  Forgive the intrusion milady however, you are needed in the drawing room for…

Ivy’s head bobs in the direction of Lord Coren.  Apple raises an eyebrow as once more Ivy nods in the direction of her father.  Realization crosses the face of Apple who rises and then moving to Ivy, tosses her excuses over her shoulder before pushing Ivy out of the room.

Apple Coren:  Ivy, I told you that you were to prepare Father’s gift and put it under the tree.

Ivy the Assistant:  I did do that.  The reason that I asked you out of the room is the fact that there is an issue with the dowager’s gift.  Baneberry said that the gift would not fit into the room without removing the door and suggests that you have her brought to the window to see it in the morning as he would display it.  

Angered with the assistant, Apple growls as she turns back towards the room with a wave only to be stopped by Ivy once more.

Ivy the Assistant:  I also wanted to tell you that I will be home for the holidays and will be returning after New Year’s so I wanted to let you know before I leave.

Apple Coren:  Leave?  You can’t leave Ivy, I need you here.  Who will be the one to watch social media for me considering that the newest supercard is coming up in January and I will need to be ready for that.  I hear that I have been put in that golden briefcase match to fight for something that I should have been given without having to put myself in a match with the low caliber talent that I was.  

Ivy looks surprised at Apple who crosses her arms over her chest as she contemplates the names in the match that she will be participating in at Inception.

Ivy the Assistant:  Low caliber milady?  The names in this match are some very strong contenders who have been champions in Sin City Wrestling in the past.  How can you say that they are low caliber?

Apple Coren:  You just proved how I can.  They have been champions in the past…THE PAST!  Do you not realize that I am the future of this division.  And once I prove it by beating the others in this match and climb that ladder and take down that briefcase, I will put myself front and center and I will take this opportunity and begin the reign of the most deserving bombshell in this company.  

Ivy still looks doubtful but Apple ignores the look that Ivy is shooting at her as she moves to the windows of the corridor that look over the boxwood maze that is frosted with a light dusting of snow.  

Apple Coren:  You know Ivy, I have to say that I was sure that I was being discriminated against because I happen to be someone that has been at the top of the social class all my life.  As if they think that I am a nobody when it comes to wrestling but I have proved everyone wrong time and again because I step into the ring and win constantly.

Ivy the Assistant:  Except when you were in the title match against Dani Weston and Amy Marshall.

Apple turns with a sneer on her face and negates that comment with a wave of her hand.

Apple Coren:  That match doesn’t count Ivy, as we both know that I was protesting the fact that Amy Marshall stuck her rather large nose where it didn’t belong.  So, this match is my return to wrestling and I have to say that it is going to be quite enjoyable to regain my spot in the rankings and get my well-deserved title shot.

Ivy the Assistant:  I wish you well then.  I will let you get back to your father and the dowager.  I am off.

Ivy turns to go but is stopped by Apple who moves forward and lays a hand on Ivy’s arm.  The assistant turns to find Apple with a look of concern on her face as she sighs softly.

Apple Coren: Could you perchance come back on Boxing day.  I have a feeling that I am going to need you so much to coordinate my preparations for the supercard.  I am totally not capable of looking after social media as well as you Ivy.  Who will be the one that will monitor Tweeter for me?

Ivy the Assistant:  You mean Twitter?

Apple smiles as if Ivy had solved world peace.

Apple Coren:  See, without you I am lost.  Hurry back please Ivy.  Boxing day right?

Before Ivy can reply, Apple has moved to the drawing room door and opened it before turning back and smiling at Ivy.  

Apple Coren:  Happy Christmas Ivy to you and your family.

Before Ivy can say anything else, Apple disappears into the drawing room to leave Ivy standing in the corridor.

Ivy the Assistant:  Happy Christmas milady.

Ivy turns and leaves the corridor as the voice of Apple can be heard from the drawing room.

Apple Coren:  I was just sending Ivy home to spend Christmas with her family Gran.  

Muffled sounds from the dowager can be heard only to have Apple’s reply be unheard as the door of the drawing room shuts to block the view of everyone.

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Days later, Ivy the Assistant is sitting on a chaise with a laptop resting on her denim covered knees.  On the other side of a four poster bed, Apple Coren is standing on a slightly raised stand in a lace and silk teddy as a pair of assistants are draping clothes over her bed as sitting on the bed is a designer who has sketched Apple in the different clothes.  Ivy looks up to see Apple who is handed a scrap of material and helped from the stand to move towards a screen that has been set up to hide her as she changes outfits.

Ivy the Assistant:  Milady, I have not seen anything on social media about your match at Inception.  No one has seemed to speak of it.

From behind the screen, Apple leans out to give Ivy a smile.

Apple Coren:  It is as I expected you know.  After hearing that they would be facing me in the ring, no one has the courage to even talk about the match let alone how badly they are going to be losing in the ring.  

The two assistants of the designer nod to each other as Ivy continues to tap on the laptop.  Apple finishes dressing and steps out from behind the screen to reveal herself dressed in a pale lavender minidress that flashes in the lights of the room.  Moving to step on the raised dais, she looks at herself in the mirrors that have been set up to show her every angle in the clothes.  Looking over at the designer who kisses the tips of his fingers, Apple smiles as she smooths a hand down the cloth.  Stepping down again she moves to the screen once more.

Ivy the Assistant:  Ummm…did you think that maybe you might be the one to talk first considering that you seem to believe that you have it all under control?

Apple glares around the side of the screen as she is helped from the dress by an assistant while the other brings a new outfit around the screen.  

Apple Coren:  If one didn’t know better, one would think you don’t have confidence in me Ivy.  Is that true?

Ivy the Assistant:  No ma’am, I have the utmost confidence in you.  I just rather believe you should be the one to set the standard.  Would you prefer to let others dictate the narrative?

Apple thinks a moment as she is helped into the new outfit that is draped over the screen.  

Apple Coren:  You are right Ivy, forgive me.  So where shall we start with the others in the match?

Ivy presses a few keys and then looks up as Apple steps out from behind the screen in a pair of black satin pants with a scarlet blouse in silk.

Ivy the Assistant:  I recommend starting with Mercedes Lewis.  Give me a moment and I will procure the camera to film this.

Ivy moves to pull a hand-held camera out of a laptop bag that is resting by the door.  Turning around, she brings it up and pointing at Apple, she motions for her to begin to speak.

Apple Coren:  Hello to all the little people who are my fans in Sin City Wrestling.  It is me, Apple Coren, your future Bombshell champion.  I am here to talk about the upcoming supercard where yours truly will be stepping into the ring for a ladder match that I am to take part in against five other women who have hopes of winning but in reality, the odds are not in their favour.  

Ivy the Assistant:  Good milady.  Now talk about your opponents.

Apple poses to look into the mirrors as Ivy moves to film her looking at herself as if she is addressing each of her images as if they were an audience.

Apple Coren:  So Ivy thinks that I must speak of my opponents and really there is not much I can say about those “ladies”…

Apple brings up her hands to make air quotes as she uses the word ladies.

Apple Coren:  Granted that these women have been put in this match I really can’t tell you how I feel about having to dirty my hands in a match against them.  I mean I suppose I do have to consider that there are some former champions and well given that they are old…I mean really old…I have to give them some semblance of respect.  So I suggest that before I have to fight my gag reflex for having to actually have their names on my lips, let’s talk about my opponents shall we?

Apple steps down and moves to the screen but her voice can still be heard as Ivy points the camera at the screen where the dark hair of Apple can be seen over the top of it.  The red silk blouse is tosses haphazardly over the top of the screen as an assistant grabs it to hang it on a hanger as the black hair of Apple disappears for a moment only to be seen once more as she drapes the pants over the top too.

Apple Coren:  Now of course, there is Mercedes Lewis.  When I first heard her name I thought it was Mercedes Vargas but I was wrong.  This is a younger, more annoying Mercedes.   I guess people that think they are wrestlers because they are in the orbit of other wannabe wrestlers have to try hard to get noticed or participate in something just because they think that they have what it takes to be a bombshell.  And Mercedes Lewis is one such creature.  She is friends with Crystal Hil..dunich or whatever name she is using this week which means that she must think that is a cachet to be thought of as a contender in this match.  Sadly, delusional ideas like that tend to make it difficult for those who have no business in the ring thinking that they are a somebody.  When one is trying to emulate their friends just means they have nothing to offer on their own.  And as much as I would like to say that she is going to offer a challenge, I sadly have to admit to you and everyone else that she is just not in the same league as I am.  

As she speaks, Apple is once more trying on an outfit.  She steps out into the room in a white chiffon minidress.  Stepping up on the dais, she turns to look at the designer who once more begins to rhapsodizes about the dress as Apple addresses the camera.

Apple Coren:  While I am on the subject of Mercedes, let me address the other Mercedes in this match, Mercedes Vargas, Ms Know it All Historian.  Grand slam champion that you are Mercedes, let me just provide you one piece of advice.  It is never a good thing to tell me the odds and how badly I am going to be in that match because you do not know me very well.  Granted that I haven’t had a very long career in SCW, when my mind is set to the task, I have been very successful.  And that is something that I will be bringing into the ring with me at Inception.  You see, I have my eyes on the prize and there will be no one able to stand between me and the destiny that is my obtaining the Golden Briefcase.  But as I am sure you will be able to convince everyone that I am not worthy of that briefcase, I will be using the motivation of that to ascend the ladder and grasp my destiny in both hands.

Ivy the Assistant:  Great speech milady, however, do you not think that you might want to take Ms Vargas more seriously?

Apple Coren:  Do you think I should?

Ivy the Assistant:   Well…

Apple smiles as she steps down from the dais.  

Apple Coren:  It is as I thought.  

Apple moves to the screen as she is handed an outfit in blue and red and white of the Union Jack.  Raising one eyebrow, she looks down at it then at the designer who motions for her to try it on.  Shrugging, she disappears around the screen and changes.

Apple Coren:  Now who else is left Ivy?

Ivy moves back to the laptop and looks at the card before turning back to Apple.  

Ivy the Assistant:  I guess you will want to talk about Trinity Jones.  She is next on the list.

Apple begins to laugh as she shakes her head.  

Apple Coren:  Trinity Jones…really Ivy, what is she doing in this match?  I mean I suppose that there is a requirement to have someone who can offer comic relief to amuse the fans as I climb the ladder.  

Ivy the Assistant:   I think you are underestimating Trinity.  She has been pretty consistant in the ring.  Granted she has just made her return, she is a veteran in that ring and that could mean that she has a chance to make it to the top of that ladder.  At least you can say she does have the capability of it…

Stepping out from behind the screen, Apple is seen in a tight fitting hotpant and halter combination of wrestling gear.  Winking at Apple, the designer moves from the bed to the dais where Apple is admiring the outfit in the mirrors where he makes some small adjustments.

Apple Coren:  Quite the outfit isn’t it Ivy?  Very patriotic wouldn’t you say?

Ivy the Assistant:  Yes I would say.  And looks like the perfect outfit to speak about Pandora Barrett.

Apple Coren:  Who?

Ivy the Assistant:  Pandora Barrett.  She is also in this match.  She is a new signing from England in SCW.  I just noticed that there was something posted on Twitter about her…

Apple Coren:  I thought you said that there was nothing on social media about or by my opponents.

Ivy the Assistant:  Like I said, it is only a recent post and oh look…there is a video link…

Ivy pauses the camera as Apple moves to join her and looks down at the screen where Ivy has cued up the video.  Apple is intent on her competition as she speaks but then once the video is over, she moves back to the screen and begins to disrobe for a final time, speaking as she does.

Apple Coren:  I can’t believe that video of Pandora’s.  I mean it was an original idea and all that however, very basic when it comes to metaphors.  Comparing her opponents to cupcakes…implying that we are stale little cakes of nothingness while she compares herself to some extravagant cupcake that is worth more than the five other women in the match.  As much as she thinks that is the way to put oneself out there, sadly it shows a lack of effort.  If she wanted to make me think that she was the end all and be all of this match, I would not have talked about cupcakes.  I would have talked about how pedantic and simplistic it is going to be going into a match that has no competition.  I suppose being the newbie that she is in SCW she needed to make herself known as a tough cookie…

Apple snickers at the word cookie much to the approval of the designer and his assistants.


Ivy the Assistant:  Pun intended I am sure.

Apple Coren:  Of course, what I intend to say is always intended.  Now to get back to Pandora…she has bitten off more than she can chew…

Again, the snickers from the assistants bring a smile to the lips of Apple who moves out from behind the screen in a red silk robe that is loosely belted around her waist.  The two assistants move around the room as they pick up the clothing and pack it for removal.  

Ivy the Assistant:  You still have to speak on Kate Steele milady.

Apple Coren:  I would really rather not.  

Ivy the Assistant:  She is in the match.  This is a fairly important deal for her I would suppose as she hasn’t really been in the spotlight much but is making her return.

Apple Coren:  She is nothing more than someone that wants to step into the spotlight…any spotlight really.  I have heard stories about Kate Steele and I have to say none are favourable if you ask me.  She started out a goodie goodie then decided that wasn’t her so she disappeared.  Then she returned with a vengeance out to hurt people.  She broke arms until she was put in her place and then what did she do?  Disappeared once more, changed who she was and how she looked all in an effort to reinvent herself or get noticed.  And rather than pick an attitude, she flip flopped more than a low class family’s footwear on a beach holiday.  Not that I can fault her because she is a lost woman with no relevance and no real recommendations.  Sure she is a former champion and all that but really, what relevance can she claim now?  Will she come out and suggest that she will break someone’s arm?  Will she disappear again?  Will she try to be a fan favourite only to turn her back on the fans when it suits?  One would think she is rather dizzy with all the turns she keeps doing.

Ivy the Assistant:  That is quite harsh milady.

Laying on the vacated chaise, Apple reaches for a bell pull.  Moments later, the butler opens the door and brings in a tray with a teapot and all the fixings for tea.  Apple smiles as he places it beside her then helps the designer to leave so that Apple and Ivy are the only ones in the room.

Ivy continues to film Apple who rises enough to pour a cup of tea and then looks over the small sandwiches on the tray beside the teapot.  Taking a small bite, she chews and swallows before addressing the camera once more.

Apple Coren:  I am tired now of speaking about this match.  I have had a rather trying day and right now I am preparing for an evening out.  So let me finish this by saying that at Inception I am going to be ready to step into that ring and I am going to be the one that will ascend the ladder and take what is mine and that is that briefcase which will give me the opportunity that I desire and that is to take a title shot at whatever title I desire.  And we all know that when I say that I am going into that match with all the confidence that I possess, you know that success will be the only result that I will be happy with.  And that is the only result that will be happening.

With that, Apple turns to ignore the camera as she takes another small sandwich and takes a bite.  Ivy realizes that Apple is not going to say anything else so she stops recording and moves to attach the camera to the laptop to upload the video for editing.  Apple enjoys her tea as Ivy sets to work on editing the video and after an hour, uploads it as Apple is leaving the manor.

 The sound of a slow clap fills a rather sparse room paneled in dark wood, the large desk dominating the center of a large fireplace that has a crackling fire in it.  Backlit by the blaze, the owner of the hands can’t be seen but the sneer in her words is recognizable as Lady Apple Coren.  Turning slightly the fire once more backlights the bombshell but this time in profile, her aristocratic nose raised ever so slightly as her slow clap stops and she turns towards the camera held by Ivy.  A soft smirk rides her lightly glossed lips, the pink tip of her tongue rimming them to draw a slight chocolate aftertaste which only widens the smirk.

Ivy the Assistant:  Ma’am, I am filming.

Apple nods in acknowledgement and leans towards the camera and sets her elbows on the desk.  Sighing as if the next few comments were weighing her down, a serious look passes over the face of the young lady who begins to speak.

Apple Coren:  I wager you were waiting for me to talk about this match at High Stakes and the fact that I am going to take the title from Danielle Weston.  Well let me set your mind at ease…I am not going to do that.

Ivy the Assistant:  You aren’t?

Apple Coren:  No Ivy, I am not.  And do you know why I am not?

Ivy looks confusedly at her boss then the viewfinder of the camera.  Apple, seeing the confusion breaks character to laugh cruelly. Ivy ssays nothing so Apple continues.

Apple Coren:  This is my silent protest Ivy.  Just because I reached out with both hands and took advantage of the open challenge our dear Bombshell champion meant that I wanted it to be one on one for that title but wouldn’t you know that of course that wasn’t good enough for management.  Someone up in the office decided that they couldn’t stomach me being the champion so they decided that I couldn’t have that opportunity so they in their infinite stupidity put Amy Marshall in the match.  Hence the reason I have been so quiet.  What could I have said to change anyone’s mind…nothing.  So rather than waste my breath and time, I am protesting the inclusion of Amy Marshall in my match.

Ivy the Assistant:  But ma’am, is that not defeating the purpose of accepting the open challenge of Dani Weston.  You have talked about how you will step into the match at High Stakes and take that title.

Apple Coren:  I know and I was so ready to do that but then our General Manager took my interference in that match for the Roulette title contendership as an excuse to once more put Amy Marshall in a title match that she never deserved to be in.  In the first place, it was my match but someone is nuttin’ themselves to give Amy another chance.  Oh I am sure she will say that she didn’t ask for it but truth be told, she is always begging in some way or another.  And if you look at it, it is always the same, poor Amy is put upon and what do they do, put her in the match for the Bombshell title like it is the only way to pacify her.

Apple’s eyes glitter brightly.  The curve of her sneer deepens.

Apple Coren:  And don’t get me started on the Bombshell champion.  Little victim Dani who boos and hoos her way through life like she is a damsel in distress, commanding all the boys and girls to feed her ego and protect her from the big baddie and when she does talk about the match, well gollee gee, she is not a damsel but someone trying her hardest to be some kind of Xena Warrior princess that is nothing but hot air and bluster.  Come on we have all seen it.  If it isn’t London Underground…oh and by the way, we all saw that mummery about you and Daniel, brava, will send you a cheap copy of a BAFTA because that is all you are worth.  Only reason you did that was so people can’t accuse you of riding coattails.  I had no reason to talk about you that way because you are so far beneath me and my brilliance, I wouldn’t have had to talk about that.  

Ivy the Assistant:  But…I thought you cared about the title.

Apple Coren:  I neither want or care about the title actually Ivy.  See, I know that I am better than Dani and I know I am better than Amy but once again, management wants to put obstacles in the way of getting what I want so I am not going to play their little game.  I will tell you this Ivy, if I even go to the ring I am not going to dignify the match with my participation.  As I indicated, I am protesting this match because of the inclusion of Amy Marshall and if I am made to wrestle then I will tie the company up in so many legal knots that they won’t be able to extricate themselves.

Apple leans back, a soft purr of pleasure escaping her with that thought.  Ivy leans forward, angling the camera to take in Apple who steeples her hands together to place them lightly against the curve of her lip.

Apple Coren:  Mr Ward and Mr. Underwood, you let your new pet ruin my first High Stakes match and I am holding you responsible.  And as such, my participation or lack thereof is her fault.  And that is all I am going to say about High Stakes and this match until the night itself.  Please finish this recording Ivy and post it will you?

Apple turns away from Ivy who nods as she presses stop then moves to the desk where a laptop is seen open.   Ivy connects the camera and begins the upload…

 A boudoir of white lace and golden oak is where a young woman wearing a white blouse and black pencil skirt can be seen lounging on a chaise longue, a book in her hands as another girl dressed in a jumper and plaid skirt with black doc martins wanders around the room speaking in a low murmur on a cell phone.  Although the woman on the chaise appears to be deeply interested in the book in her hands, her eyes follow the mousy woman as she hangs up the phone and then turns to the woman on the chaise and begins to speak.  

Ivy the Assistant:  Ma’am, I have to say that we have a bit of a problem with how you are speaking about the bombshells in Sin City Wrestling.  In the past few weeks you have put down every bombshell on the roster and you have to admit you are painting a rather large target on your back.

Looking up from the book, Apple Coren can’t help but let a smirk quirk the corner of her lips upward.  Her eyes sparkle with the comment as she sits up and looks at her assistant who has stopped in the middle of the room.  Swinging her legs to the side, she rises a bit more as she offers a smile at her assistant.  

Apple Coren:  Really Ivy, whatever gave you the idea I even thought the bombshells of Sin City Wrestling could even rise to my level?  I mean come on, if one didn’t have confidence in oneself, why would one sign with SCW if not to show the little people that in life as in wrestling, there are champions and then there are hasbeens and god forbid, neverwere.  And am I to blame for speaking truth to power?  

Ivy the Assistant:  There is speaking truth to power and then there is putting people down.  I have seen a person that can be so sweet and then there is you that just has an attitude that makes you appear soooo…ugly.

Ivy looks almost physically ill as she says the last word.  From the chaise, Apple sucks in a harsh gasping breath as if she had taken a hit to her heart.  A well manicured hand rises to rest against her heart as her face falls.

Apple Coren:  You think that I am ug…I can’t even say the word.  Ivy I am hurt you could think that.  After all you have seen me at my worse and my best and no matter what extreme, you have never said I was ug…Hang on, I will get the word out…Ugl…No Ivy you are wrong.  I am being truthful when I say that there is no bombshell in that company that can hold a candle to me when I am in that ring.  I am confident, I am capable and I am bloody brilliant in that ring.  And just because I have that one loss which should not have happened, people are going to look down on me and that is their problem.  The only problem I have is trying to get some competition in the ring for that company.  Seems that the management wants to push people who really don’t deserve the chances they have been given.  

Ivy the Assistant:  But ma’am, you are still a newcomer to the ring.  You have only had two matches so far and you are one for two.  That makes you an average wrestler right now but I am sure that should you have more matches, you will be able to claim that you are as good as you say.  Take for instance this coming Climax Control.  They have booked you in a match on the weekend.

Ivy looks down at her Ipad that seems like an part of her arm as Apple sets the book on the foot of the chaise and slowly rises to her feet and moves towards the assistant to lay an arm on the shoulder of Ivy to peer over to the Ipad as she gives Ivy a quick look and smile.

Apple Coren:  Tell me Ivy, who has management put in my way to wrestle on the weekend?  I mean what bombshell will be my win number two?

Ivy the Assistant:  The card reads that you will be across the ring from Amy Marshall who had a match for the Bombshell Roulette title recently.  Former multiple champion she is.  

Apple straightens up and slowly begins to rub her hands together as she starts to pace across the floor of the boudoir towards a large vanity where she leans in to run a finger over her lips then reaches for a small lipgloss that she opens to stroke a colourful smear against her lips.  Pursing her lips to spread the make up, she blows a soft kiss at her reflection and turns to once more study Ivy who has raised an eyebrow at he antics of Apple.

Softly humming in a teasing way, Apple taps a finger on the nose of Ivy who leans back from the contact.  

Apple Coren:  You silly Ivy.  Don’t you know that no matter who faces me I don’t see the titles I just see another victim of the skills that I have learned in the ring.  I am sure that Amy is more than likely to have some speech about how I am nothing, when we both know she doesn’t even know me like that.  Well then, let’s get to work and figure out who Amy Marshall is.  

Ivy the Assistant:  Of course ma’am, way ahead of you on that.  I have taken the liberty to have done some research on all bombshells at Sin City Wrestling.  Allow me to pull up the information for you and display it on the screen.

Apple Coren:  Ever efficient Ivy, thank you.  Allow me to get comfy.

Apple moves once more towards the chaise and reclines on it as Ivy moves towards a large screen and presses a few buttons on it.  The screen winks to life to have the image of Amy Marshall appear with diagnostics all around her image.  To the side, a scroll of information seems to be streaming, an algorithm that is spitting out numbers and data about Ms Marshall.

Ivy the Assistant:  As we can see, Ms Marshall didn’t really start in the wrestling business.  She got her start in a rather pornographic way as an “actress” named Roxxxie.  Seemed she made videos of sexual exploits and deviant behaviour with all types of partners.  

Apple holds her hand up and interrupts Ivy.

Apple Coren :  Considering that she is my opponent, make arrangements for me to have my booster shot before I step in the ring with her and have someone prepared with a penicillin shot for after the match as well as a large quantity of antibacterial solution to disinfect myself after I win.

Ivy leans over and taps a few strokes into the Ipad that is on the table in front of the screen.  Once she finishes she is about to speak again but Apple has reached for a small dish of candy nearby and pops a small wine gummie into her mouth as she motions with her other hand for Ivy to continue.

Ivy the Assistant:  As I was about to say, Amy has been rather successful in the company where she has won all the bombshell titles that have been offered as well as being inducted into the hall of fame which has Apple sit up with a confused look on her face.

Apple Coren:  She is in the Hall of Fame?!?  I am facing someone that OLD?!?  I feel so very sorry now that I have to wrestle and beat someone that is so beyond their prime that they are in a hall of fame.  Make a note Ivy, we must send Amy Marshall some flowers in sympathy.  Make sure though they are delivered after our match.  And have the card read the following…Sincerest sympathies on having been beaten by myself.  So sorry for having your story end unhappily ever after…Lady Apple Coren.  Yes quite, would be a rather nice touch to a night that is going to be so disappointing for her.  

Ivy the Assistant:  Of course ma’am.  I will get right on that.  Now to continue…

Apple Coren: No Ivy, I am rather bored with all the data and statistics and nonsense about Amy Marshall.  If you ask me, it is going to be a night that Amy Marshall is going to be trying to make herself relevant after losing to yours truly.  Oh and I am sure that her little pawn…no, servant, no not that either.  Her little minion that is it, Jessie Salco, her little minion will try to pile on my beating of Amy and Amy might just try to blame the loss on Jessie.  

Ivy the Assistant:  Well Jessie seems to think that she needs to cause an interference when it comes to matches for Amy.  So I would say you are probably right ma’am.  

Apple nods slowly as if imparting the most significant information in the world.

Apple Coren: Let me just say to you Ivy, whatever occurs on the weekend will not be the fault of Jessie Salco or any other excuse that Amy will devise to claim that the loss isn’t a loss.

Ivy the Assistant:  Yes ma’am.

Apple leans back with a sigh of pleasure as a smirk crosses her face.  

Apple Coren:  Ivy, I want to be alone for a bit before tonight so be a good girl and go do what you do best and prepare my diary for the weekend and arrange for flights and travel to where the show will be.  I have some strategies to plan for Sunday.  

Ivy the Assistant:  Any preferences milady?

Apple Coren: Preferably the better hotels or if not, then arrange for a tour bus that has all the luxuries.  I hope to leave on Thursday.

Ivy the Assistant:  At once ma’am.

Ivy heads towards the door after scooping up her Ipad and sending the screen to black.  Across the room, Apple has reached for her book and is once more drawn into the story as the scene fades to black.

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A low rumble can be heard as an image of a luxury tour bus interior can be seen.  Sitting on a captain’s chair in front of a window is Apple Coren, dressed for comfort in a pair of feminine looking chinos and a rather loose sweatshirt with a London Calling by the Clash custom logo over a skin tight black lace leotard. Long dark hair hangs down her back in a long ponytail that curls slightly at the end.  Apple looks up into the camera lens of the video camera held by Ivy who is sitting opposite and recording for her ladyship.  Apple reaches a hand up to brush at a stray hair before she pulls the ponytail over her shoulder as she begins to speak.

Apple Coren: I supposed that when one has a match as I do at Climax Control, one must definitely talk about said match and one’s opponent.  So let me recap for you what will be happening on the weekend.  I get to step into the ring with Amy Marshall.  Now you may wonder just why someone of my caliber has to face someone of hers.  I did wonder that myself until it struck me that I am being tested.

The expression on the face of Apple appears to be serious as she crosses her arms over her chest in contemplation.

Apple Coren:  You see, if you had watched last week’s show, you would have seen me make a statement to management about putting me in a match against any bombshell on the roster and that I would succeed against even the best of them.  And that should I excel like I know I will, then what management will have to consider is that I am the most logical next challenger for the Bombshell title.

Sighing as if she has taken the weight of the world on her shoulders, Apple brings a finger up to tap against the side of her head as she smiles evilly into the lens.

Apple Coren: That is right, I said that I would dominate and that I would be one step closer to the Bombshell title.  Now of course anyone could have been put in that ring but Christian Underwood and Mark Ward put Amy Marshall in my sights as the first stepping stone on my path to the title.  I have to say that I am sure they wanted to put someone with skill and charisma and capability against me and sadly, they failed utterly.  Don’t get me wrong, Amy is a former champion many times but she is a disappointment if you ask me.  

Reaching out of view, Apple pulls a teacup towards her that appears to be full of liquid.  Lifting it to her lips, she sips at the contents then gently puts the cup down once more.  

Apple Coren:  I was sure that when I read that I was facing Amy, it was some sort of initiation hazing ritual for management when they sign new talent.  Imagine my surprise when they confirmed that they were serious about having her face me.  I tell you, I laughed for at least five minutes before I stopped to think about why they made me face you Amy and I have reached the conclusion that they must think that I am not to be taken seriously.  

Apple Coren: First off, let me disabuse you of that idea.  My facing Amy Marshall is a wake-up call for the bombshells in general and the Bombshell champion herself.  I am taking this and all challenges as serious as a heartattack.   And if you don’t believe me, just watch what I am going to do to Amy Marshall this week.

Apple Coren: And speaking of Amy Marshall, my next words are for you.  I want you to know that I am not taking this match personal, you are just a roadblock that I have to overcome.  But overcome you I will because you see, I don’t see you as my equal so you are just an obstacle that I will remove from my way like one removes a pebble from a shoe.  You are a minor annoyance that I will remove and toss aside without a thought.   I am sure though that you are going to to put up a fight and make me realize that I am a new person in the ring.  Maybe I am but I have trained under the best that the UK has to offer in wrestling and that means that I am not to be taken lightly as I am sure you are.  So Amy Marshall, know that when I beat you, I won’t give you another thought as I turn my attentions to the next weak challenge I might have before management realizes that I need to be the number one contender.  One needs to start somewhere and it seems that you are my somewhere to start on that road at Climax Control on the weekend.

Apple lets her elbows rest on the arms of the captain’s chair and steeples her fingers before lightly setting them against her lips.  Contemplating her next words, Apple smiles and leans forward slightly to speak as if sharing a secret.  

Apple Coren: I am going to use you Amy to send a message.  My message is simple and easily understood.  I am going to beat the bloody hell out of each and every bombshell on the roster until I have the title shot I deserve and then no one will be able to say that I didn’t make my way through the roster to take my place as the bombshell champion.  And when I do win the title, all the other bombshells will have to live unhappily ever after that fact.   And that is all I have to say about that…Ivy, I am done speaking until Sunday and Climax Control.  That night it will be these fists that do my conversing rather than me speaking.

Ivy nods as she presses stop on the recording device.  Apple spins in the chair and putting her feet up looked relaxed as she once more sips at the teacup.  The tourbus driver calls back that they are nearing some kind of roadstop as the scene fades.

  The door to a rather large room swings inward as a young woman carrying a handful of papers in her hands that has her attention.  Behind her, a young woman confidently walks into the room, her hands working off the pair of dark riding gloves before she tosses them towards the woman who has put down the papers and looked up at the brunette.  Ivy bobbles both gloves and catches them to pull them close to her chest.  Lady Apple Coren in a rather tight pair of riding pants and silk blouse under a dark suede jacket doesn’t even glance at the woman as she moves to a bar to splash a liquid from a crystal decanter that sends rainbows sparkling around the room before setting it back down and strutting to a large curved sectional where she sits back.  Ivy lays the gloves on the table inside of the door then turns to Apple before picking up a blinking cell phone and a closed ipad that she flips open with one hand and moves to perch on the edge of the chair facing the young lady.  

Ivy the Assistant: As you requested earlier I have your diary right here my lady.  Later this afternoon you have a fitting with the dressmaker for your come out ball gown.  Then you have a dinner invitation with your father…oh wait…  

Ivy checks on the blinking phone where multiple emails can be seen on the screen she swipes at.  Sitting there, Apple takes in the slight gold colour of the wine in her glass without looking at the phone.  

Apple Coren:  You don’t have to say it Ivy, Daddy dearest has a very important meeting in London and begs for a rain cheque.  As per usual I am sure.  

Ivy the Assistant:  But my lady, your father is quite busy.  His job means that he is front and center for…  

Apple Coren:  Please Ivy, he doesn’t need to have you defend him.  He gets off on the use of his name and title.  They don’t call him Whiskey Wills for nothing you know.  Besides, I really wasn’t wanting to dine with him either if I’m honest.  So if that frees up my evening, let’s make plans to go to the pub and judge people while they scream over the world cup.

Ivy the Assistant:  I am sorry my lady but you are not free this evening as you have a skype interview for that wrestling company you work for now.  A Miss Pussy Willow is going to be calling an hour after your fitting for your gown.  

Apple doesn’t seem to react as she sips at the wine and then leans forward to set the glass on the dark wood of the accent table in front of her.  

Apple Coren:  So the night of slumming is out then?

Ivy the Assistant: I am afraid so.

Apple Coren:  Bollocks!    

As the word escapes her, the butler in a stuffy starched suit steps into the room to announce the dressmaker was waiting for her ladyship in her room.  Apple smiles at the butler and pushes herself off the sectional to move towards the door, stopping to motion for Ivy who grabs her ipad and phone and follows quickly.  Moments later, Apple walks into a room that is dominated by a large four poster bed with a rich red satin duvet and matching curtains surrounding it.  Resting across the bed is an elegant aquamarine gown that has a slight shimmer in the material that is caused by the dying light from outside.  Standing beside the bed, the dressmaker and her assistant wait nervously for the reaction from Apple who advances to the bed.  

Apple Coren :  I do hope you have captured the look that I am going for.  Elegant with a touch of scandalous.

Pulling off the riding jacket, and tossing it to the side, Apple’s hands reach upward, her fingers toying with the buttons of her blouse as she turns and walks towards a folded rice paper screen with a painting of the estate done in watercolour across the panels.  Standing behind it with just enough backlight to tantalize, Apple removes her blouse and lets it drape over the frame and motions with her hand to have the dress brought to her.  The dressmaker snaps her finger to send her assistant scrambling to carry the dress to the young aristocrat and help her put it on.  The dressmaker’s assistant holds up the dress as Apple grabs the hem and tosses it over her dark head and wiggles her way into the garment.    

Apple Coren:  I say, you did excellent work this time.  

Apple steps out from behind the screen and moves to the large mirror to one side of the fireplace in her room.  Holding out her arms, she spins slowly in the silken organza dress that flares ever so slightly at her ankles.  Ivy clasps both hands together in front of her, her eyes wide and her voice breathy as she begins to speak.  

Ivy the Assistant: Oh my lady, that dress is bloody brilliant!

Apple spares only a cursory glance at the gushing assistant before she turns back and gives the dressmaker a sickly patentedly poisoned smile.  

Apple Coren: It is all right I suppose but you do have to tell me if anyone else has had any notion of the lines of this dress.  I simply will not share the same look with anyone that night of my come out.

Ivy the Assistant:  That would never do will it.  I am sure the dressmaker has kept to the terms of the NDA she signed.  Haven’t you ma’am?

The dressmaker nods as she moves to make a few adjustments to the garment as Apple stands in front of the mirror and watches as the assistant takes notes as the dressmaker makes comment after comment.  Finally the fitting is done and Apple once more moves behind the screen and removes the creation and hands it to the dressmaker assistant.  Ivy had been busy picking out another outfit for her ladyship which she hands over the screen to Apple.  Pulling the clothing towards her, Apple begins to change once more as she speaks over the screen to her assistant.  

Apple Coren: I believe Ivy that you said that I will be having a rabbit with someone from Sin City wrestling?  Who is it and whyever am I wasting my time talking about what is obvious hmm?

Ivy the Assistant:  Says here my lady that you will be talking to someone named Pussy Willow.

Apple looks over the screen as she wrinkles her nose as the name of famed SCW Interviewer Pussy Willow hangs in the air.  Ivy spares a look up with a shrug as she nods much to the scorn of Apple Coren.

Apple Coren: And I suppose she is some yank that had a mother with some kind of weed fetish and a father with a love of…animals of the feral kind.  

Ivy the Assistant: I bet she was named after those pussikin bushes I have heard about in the States.

Apple gags slightly at the cutesie voice her assistant is using.  Stepping from behind the screen in just a lacy bra and a pair of leather pants that does nothing but accentuate the long legs of the young aristo, Apple lifts up the British flag tee over her head and lets it settle at her midriff.  Looking at Ivy, Apple moves to the door and stops.    

Apple Coren:  So when do we need to skype this interviewer?  I find that I am rather ready for a quick nosh before this interview and I really need to rest before I have to begin packing for my trip to Texas for this next show.  By the way, have you noted that in my diary and have you made the arrangements for the flight there?

Ivy scrambles with the Ipad, her fingers swiping quickly across the screen.  

Apple Coren :  Oh nevermind Ivy, I am sure you will make sure that is all taken care of for me.   Now I am ready to head to the sitting room for this Skype thing.  On your way down there, please do go belowstairs and bring me a snack.  I will meet you in the Rose sitting room.

Apple sweeps out of the room and moves towards the large staircase.  Ivy follows behind, passing Apple to head towards the servants’ stair.  Apple softly hums as her hand glides along the railing of the staircase as she moves downwards and then disappears through a doorway that takes her towards another part of the house.  

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Apple Coren is resting on a chaise as she nibbles on a small blini with a small scoop of caviar.  Beside her is Ivy who is setting up the Skype on a laptop that is sitting near a rather large screened television.  A black cable runs between the laptop and the screen while a camera is focused on Apple who spares a glance at the television then ignores it once more.  Finally, a Skype window lights up on the screen with a window in window look of Apple as she tugs lightly on the tee and fluffs her hair.  Suddenly the sound of a ring from the screen is heard as Ivy nods towards Apple and presses answer on the laptop.  The image of Pussy Willow fills the screen.  

Pussy Willow:  Ummm hello?

Her voice is slightly intimidated as she takes in the white rose and gold accents of a large fireplace behind Apple who offers Pussy a tight smile as she addresses the image of Pussy.    

Apple Coren:  It is a pleasure Ms Willow I am sure.  

Pussy Willow:  You can call me Pussy.

The smile fades slightly as Apple replies through her teeth.  

Apple Coren:  I could but heaven forbid.  So Ms Willow, I am given to understand I have to do this interview to introduce myself to the fans of Sin City Wrestling?  I thought I did that when I first came to a show.  I am sure that they already know just who I am and I suppose that I really don’t care if they do know me.  All I care about is the battle.  It is a bit of a lark you might say.  

Apple’s smile again brightens as she reaches for a cut crystal glass that holds a dark amber liquid.  Ivy holds up her thumb in support that Apple waves off while Pussy is speaking.  

Pussy Willow:  I guess then that question can’t be asked.  Okay, so tell me Apple why you decided to join SCW?  

Apple Coren: Growing up Ms Willow…

Pussy Willow: It’s Pussy

Apple glares at the screen for a moment before continuing as if Pussy hadn’t interrupted her.  

Apple Coren:  As I was saying, I grew up here in this estate after my mother passed and my father became the eligible darling of the jetset.  You would suspect that with the boarding schools and rich life I lead I wouldn’t dare dirty my fingers with something as low as wrestling.  But then Davis…he is the butler…he would bring me belowstairs and while he worked he set me before the television where he would watch wrestling.  Of course at the time, women were just starting to become mainstream and not just the sideshow entertainment.  I fell in love with wrestling when I was watching it.  After a while, I decided to join this small little training school in Blackpool during my gap year.  Daddy thought I was busy doing something for the little people in some forsaken town but no, I was learning what I needed to become a wrestler.  And I am not one to brag but my teacher said I had talent and well the rest is history.  

Pussy Willow:  So you are just out of this training school and you decided you wanted to be a bombshell with SCW?

 

Apple Coren: Naturally when one is as skilled as I am, one naturally goes to the company that is the best and I have it on very good authority that Sin City Wrestling is one of the best independent promotions.  It was a natural fit for me so I approached the company and they gave me a contract.  

Apple puts her two hands behind her head and leans back on the chaise in comfort as Pussy looks down below the camera angle and the sound of rustling papers is heard.  She looks back up and gets a serious look on her face.  

Pussy Willow:  You did sign a contract and now you have been booked in a match for the very first time and you will be facing someone that has been in SCW for a while and is pretty good.  And she is also the fiancée of a former champion and the soon to be stepmother of our current Bombshell Roulette champion, Seleana Zdunich.  

Apple Coren:  And I should be concerned why?  

Pussy looks surprised as the question is turned back on her.

Pussy Willow:  Well, she has wrestled in SCW longer than you…  

Aple nods as a serious look comes over her face.  

Apple Coren:  AND?

Pussy Willow: Her fiancée has been a champion a couple of times and is her trainer.  And her step daughter to be is a champion too.

Pussy looks as if all that information should have Apple running for the hills but Apple just yawns and then addresses the camera with a look of confidence.  

Apple Coren: I am sure that Seleana is more than capable of getting in the ring and thinking that she is going to be able to overcome the pure class that I am going to exude in that ring.  Let me tell you something Ms Willow…

Again Pussy pipes up to remind Apple of her name which only garners an eyeroll before Apple speaks again.  

Apple Coren:   I have always liked the fact that no one thinks that I as an aristocrat would be capable of dirtying one’s hands with something as low class as wrestling.  However, just because I am nobility doesn’t mean I do not know how to fight given the fact that girls in boarding school tend to have quite the rows with town girls at the pub.

Apple stops for affect, her fingers fluffing her hair as she does.  

Pussy Willow: Are you saying that you are a streetfighter?  

Apple Coren: What I am saying, Ms Willow, is that if you think that one isn’t ready to do what it takes to win, that is the moment that you realize you are laying on your back wondering what the number of the lorry that hit you is.  I am not saying that I can’t be a lady because we both know that I was born to that.  I am saying that despite my nobility, I am a winner in that ring.  I will do what it takes to continue to rule over the little people that make up the bombshell division in Sin City Wrestling.  I don’t suppose that you would be willing to send a message for me to my opponent, would you?

Pussy Willow: Yeah I suppose I could pass on the message.

Apple nods as she leans towards the camera, her legs crossing as she places her elbows on her knees.  

Apple Coren:  Brilliant!  I want you to tell Seleana that I am quite sorry that on Sunday at that little theme park in Texas will have a new sideshow.  Let me see if I can make a comparison for Seleana.  I believe that Mr Jeff Foxworthy says it well when he says that you know you are a redneck when…

Apple pause for a moment trying to think of the last part of the quote.  Her finger rises to tap ever so lightly against her nose before a smile breaks over her face and she continues.  

Apple Coren:  Ah yes…you know you are a redneck when some one yells HoeDown and Seleana hits the floor.    

Pussy had taken a sip of some kind of liquid as Apple speaks and with the comment, a stream of misted liquid covers the screen blurring Pussy.  

Pussy Willow:  Oh my god that is like sooo rude.  

Apple Coren: Rude maybe however,  I have the feeling that I am closer to the truth because the truth is I don’t really think that Seleana is a lady in the real sense or the nobility sense.  After all, she is just a low class, working woman with no chance on Sunday for the win.  Because Ms Willow, I am coming to bring class to the bombshells.  Between you and me, we both know they need it…rather badly.  And let one begin with a win over Ms Zdunich.  

Apple once more begins to relax as she motions towards Ivy but is stopped by a final question from Pussy.  

Pussy Willow:  Do you have any last words for the fans of SCW?

Apple pauses for a moment then a sly look crosses her face.  

Apple Coren: They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away but an Apple on Climax Control Sunday means one will be sent the doctor’s way.

Pussy looks slightly confused as she thinks about what Apple had said.  

Pussy Willow:  that rhymes but sounds awkward.  

Apple Coren: Bollocks…fine, let my last words be this…This Apple is rotten to the core and that means my opponent will feel the Unhappily Ever After

Pussy Willow:  Wow, you are really confident that you will pull out the win?  

Apple Coren:  Ms Willow, I am surprised that you aren’t confident that I will win.  

As she speaks, she points at Ivy who leans into the shot to mouth the word “Sorry” as she disconnects the call and turns to Apple who has made another blini and caviar.  

Apple Coren:  I say, that was rather  exciting talking like a real wrestler.  Just imagine how much more exciting when I win my first match.  Now I am sure that I have some time on my hand to head to the pub.  Call the car round, will you?  

Apple gets to her feet and brushes off the crumbs of the snack as she moves towards the door as Ivy picks up her phone and dials a number.  Lady Apple leaves Ivy and heads towards the door of the house, pulling it open as the butler appears with a boy’s folded wallet that Apple slides into a front pocket of her pants, a small silver chain attaching to her belt loop to softly bounce against her hip as she spins and exits the house as the sound of tires can be heard on the gravel of the drive.  Stepping onto the drive, Apple motions for the driver to exit the car before she slides behind the wheel and pulls away from the house with a spray of gravel and red taillights fading into the night.