[Eiley]

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Location: Read Below.
Date: Monday, July 3, 2023.
 

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It had been a hard time for Eiley to sleep after she had witnessed Dean falling overboard; presumably to his death. She had been scared to sleep in the cruise cabin with Oliver close to her in case she woke up with a nightmare. While she had told him what happened and he seemed to be okay with it, she was still struggling with the aftermath of it. It also did not help that she was also struggling with the fact that she had not told anybody about what happened in London and she was having an even harder time putting it out of her mind after witnessing his demise.

Of course, the silver lining was that she managed to compartmentalize it enough to focus in the match that she and Oliver had been in the night afterwards. She was comforted by the fact  that the exhaustion of it all would crash her into  a dreamless sleep and she would be spared the nightmares she knew were coming. And she had been right. The second they had gotten off of the cruise liner and boarded Jet City’s private jet, she had crashed. She didn’t ask where they were headed, and Oliver hadn’t offered her any of the details. She wasn’t certain how he had talked Kris and Coby into letting them borrow it, but wasn’t sure that she actually wanted to know the answer either. She didn’t have the energy for that, and frankly, it didn’t matter. Wherever they went, and whatever happened, she would adapt, because that was life. For instance, in all of her pondering what her first championship win would be like, it never involved a death. Yet here they were. And she  had wanted to celebrate their big win but the second that she had sat down and the plane took off, she was out. Such is life.

She hadn’t the slightest idea how much time had passed when she woke up. It had to have been a significant chunk of time because while she didn’t feel very well rested by any means, she wasn’t tired. The windows that had been covered to block out the light earlier were open now that the skies were dark around them. For a moment, she thought she remembered that they touched down at some point, but wasn’t convinced that hadn’t just been her imagination. Oliver was no help. He had been very dismissive any time she even came close to bringing up the subject. The pilots were also closed-lipped in their announcements to the cabin area, so she assumed Oliver had instructed them to keep their mouths shut. After minimal effort, she just let it be, figuring it didn’t matter as they’d have at least two weeks before they had to report to Rome for Climax Control at The Colosseum. When the plane finally landed, the two of them gathered their bags and descended down the flight of stairs to the ground below. Once her feet were firmly planted back on earth, she looked around in an attempt to find any kind of identifying feature that would give her a clue to their location. The fact that every sign that the two of them passed as they moved through the small airport was in a language that she couldn’t read wasn’t any more reassuring than Oliver’s avoidance of the subject. As they made their way through the front doors of the airport to a line of cars waiting to pick up passengers, Oliver ran out and stuck his head into the window of one of them before saying something Eiley didn’t understand. Apparently he came to some kind of agreement with the driver because he tossed his bag through the passenger side window, and then opened the back door for Eiley to get in. She didn’t move.

•EILEY• “Where even are we?”

She looks to Oliver, hoping for some sort of answer but when she only gets a shrug and a more impatient motion to get into the car. Realizing that she doesn’t have much room to argue with him, she concedes and hands him her bag before sliding into the back seat.

•EILEY• “You know that this could be considered kidnapping, right?”

She wasn’t sure that it could since she willingly got on the plane and now into the car.  Technically nobody was forcing her to do any of it, but that didn’t change how the situation felt. She frowns again when he plops down beside her in the seat and closes the door. When the car takes off  without a  response from him she decides to finally press a little harder about it.

•EILEY• “I don’t even get a hint? Or did you forget how to talk to me?”

She gets a small smile of sorts from him and he sighs, but doesn’t offer any kind of explanation. It should have annoyed her, but it didn’t. The whole situation should have been a gigantic red flag, but for some reason, it wasn’t. She thought if she ever found herself in a situation like this one, she would try and run for her life to get away from the person. However, not only did she not feel the urge to flee, part of her didn’t want to spend any time away from him. She had gotten used to sharing a bed with him, albeit platonically thus far. They had even survived sharing the smallest space imaginable together for over a week. Deep down she was thankful for wherever it was they were going, because they were going together. The worst part of stepping off of the boat had been the realization that they were both going to be leaving that small bubble that they had made their own. It was safe there.

•EILEY• “Are we even in the United States?”

She assumed as much because nothing that they had passed in the airport or so far in the car looked even the smallest bit familiar to her.  Other than a few words here and there, she couldn’t read any of the signs. She caught a glimpse of the driver looking back at them through the rearview mirror with worry on his face that maybe he was becoming an accomplice to a kidnapping. For some reason, it was reassuring to her to know that he understood them at the very least.

•EILEY• “ Can you at least tell me what side of the world we are on?”

Oliver maintained his amused silence for the entire ride, not that it had taken very long. From the point that we left the airfield, we were basically on the highway for fifteen minutes before the car came quickly to a halt. Eiley did her best to keep track of how far they went and in which direction as a passive self-preservation trick that she taught herself for her dates. She guessed that they couldn’t have been in the car any longer than twenty minutes before it came to a stop outside of a large apartment building. Oz reached up and handed the driver a stack of bills that definitely weren’t the currency she was used to seeing, and then got out of the backseat. He managed to grab both of their bags through the window of the vehicle in the time it took her to slide out of the backseat, and simply shouldered both of them instead of giving hers back to her.

•EILEY• “Still nothing?”

He smiled again, and shrugged his shoulders. Wordlessly, he led her through the lobby of the building. Neither the doorman, nor the woman sitting behind the desk said a word to them as they passed through like they had been there their whole lives. They stepped into an open elevator and Oliver pressed one of the buttons without appearing to have to think about it at all. By the time that the doors shut in front of them and the elevator started to rise, Eiley’s curiosity was boiling over.

•EILEY• “You’re going to have to say something eventually, so you can just tell me now…”

Despite her pleas, they stood in silence until the chime signaled that they had reached their floor. When the doors opened, Oliver led her down the hallway, and passed only a couple of doors before he pulled out a set of keys that she had never seen before. In their time together she had seen him handle an endless stream of hotel keycards, watched him use credit cards that he had definitely stolen, and she had even ridden around in cars that she knew there was no way he could afford. However, the most out of place thing she had ever seen him do was produce something as normal as a set of keys. When he put them in the door and unlocked it, she was dumbfounded.

•EILEY• “Not breaking in for once?”

He opened and walked through the door without actually answering the question. She followed him into the furnished apartment, and watched as he hung the keys on a hook near the door. He dropped the bags onto the couch at the end of the hallway without breaking his stride and then went to work adjusting the sliders for all of the lights in the main room. Most importantly, he was doing it all as if it had been his everyday routine for his whole life. There was no hesitation or pause to any of it. He moved from task to task with the kind of ease that one only had at home.

•EILEY• “You LIVE here?!?!”

Oliver stopped in his tracks and seemed legitimately confused by the question. It was a good sign after what felt like an excruciatingly long time stonewalling her.

○OZ○  “Why are you surprised? Everyone lives somewhere.”

It was such a shitty and condescending answer. She knew that he knew what she meant. For the entire time that they had known each other, the commonality was the fact that neither of them had a place to call home. In their early teenage years they had popped from place to place. When they were working together in Hawaii, he had been adamant about not being caught in one place for too long because it drew attention. Since then, the two of them had been on the road with Sin City, or bouncing back and forth between Jet City and Mikah’s gym in Hawaii. In her mind, not only did he not have a home, neither of them really had time for one anyways. That whole worldview got flipped on its head the moment that he started moving around the apartment so freely.

•EILEY• “You’re the one always talking about it being dangerous to ever be in one place too long. Yet…”

She motions to the room around them still waiting for some kind of better explanation.

○OZ○  “When you’re stealing stuff from people, it’s best that they don’t ever have any idea where you are…”

It was the same spiel that she had heard so many times before and she was even able to mouth the words with him as he said them. She could tell that he didn’t appreciate her mocking him though, because his tone changed a little bit when he kept going past the words she knew.

○OZ○  “...so you never take anybody home.”

He looked around the room, and then back at her.

○OZ○  “That’s what this is. This isn’t supposed to be a place for everyone else. It’s a place for me, and a place that nobody is ever going to find me, because nobody even knows to look here. I figured it was a good spot for us to escape to. We kind of earned it, ya know? We’re champions.”

He tried to leave it there, but there were still the other underlying reasons that the two of them might want to lay low that went almost without saying. For the sake of keeping things focused on the fact that he had successfully hidden all of this information from her for so long, he didn’t actively bring up the cloud hanging over her head.

○OZ○  “Just a few days away from it all to decompress, ya know?”
 
The sentiment wasn't lost on her at all, but she didn't want to press it, especially after being slightly reminded of needing to get away and why. It was almost like her curiosity had pushed the other thing to the back of her mind and it was almost irrelevant. In the absence of that anxiety, everything else came back, crashing into her like a wave. She nods her head as she looks around but doesn't really move from her spot.

•EILEY• "It's nice that you have a place like this…"

She says the words quietly and almost hesitantly as if it wasn't right to say them. It was something about saying them that she thought might make everything just disappear.

•EILEY• "Everybody should have a place to call home."

[color=#928BAO]She had wanted a home as a child but instead, had been bounced around from foster home to foster home. And then the past few months, she had been hiding from Dean and had been grateful that she hadn't had a place to call home. She runs her fingers through her hair before looking at him, studying him for a moment or two.[/color]

•EILEY• "Thank you…for bringing me here. You really didn't have to…and you still don't have to deal with…"

She hesitates, not sure how to word it. She had watched her phone like a hawk after the Dean incident, terrified that Dean's body would have washed up on shore somewhere. Or that somebody had seen something and reported it to law enforcement.

•EILEY• "My mess with Dean."

She never had anybody to rely on or go to for help as for the most part, it had just been her. This was new territory for her. What made it even stranger, was that Oliver was not typically the type of person that would go out on a limb like this. He was the same person that had sold out Jaycee. She had never seen him do a single thing without knowing that there was something to gain from it. It was a pleasant break from their usual reality.

○OZ○  “Your mess is my mess. We’re friends. We were in the same room. We were partners on the show.”

It was nice to know that despite his selfish nature, he was still somehow able to put himself aside to have her back. She was about to respond with some platitude about how much it meant to her, but he cut her off and took his point a step further.

○OZ○  “You know… it’s kind of funny. That room was so small, and we had so many signings, events to attend, and then training for the actual show, that I am not sure we were ever out of each other’s sight the whole time we were on the boat. If anything weird happened, it couldn’t have had anything to do with us.”

His eyes didn’t leave hers, and he said the words in such a casual nature that she wouldn’t have seen through them if she didn’t know for a fact that every one of them was a lie. That wasn’t the point though. It was simply his way of telling her the same thing that he would tell absolutely anyone else that asked. But he wasn’t done. He pressed one of the buttons on the panel that controlled the lights, and the blinds on the far side of the room parted. He motioned for her to join him by the window so that she could see the lights of the parties going on down below. Just a block from the skyscraping apartment building was a pier where the nightlife appeared to be in full swing. The beach surrounding it didn’t look any different than the beaches that she had been accustomed to her whole life.

○OZ○  “...and it’s not like we ran away to some kind of dark hole in the world. We just won the Mixed Tag Team Championships; our first ever championships I might add. We weren’t running away from anything, we were running to something: a vacation. We’re just celebrating, Barcelona style.”

She couldn’t tell if he was avoiding everything with Dean like he had been all of her questions during their trip here because it made him uncomfortable, or because he was still just treating her with kid gloves. She had a feeling that if it was anything other than the latter, he wouldn’t have brought her here. For someone like Oz, having a place like this was probably his most closely guarded secret. This was his escape, and his safe place, and he had brought her into it. That didn’t sound like someone who was avoiding a problem. It sounded like someone trying to protect someone from a problem.

•EILEY• "...."

She had opened her mouth to say something or anything but no words would come out. She didn't know how to say what she wanted to say without it being too much and she didn't want to ruin everything he had just said. However,  she also didn't know how to exist in a world where she didn't have to be running away from Dean; or hiding from him, in better terms.

•EILEY• "I am not sure I remember how to not run away from things."

Surprisingly, she admits it out loud. The words came out slowly, and almost hesitantly, as if it would make reality crash down around her. The fact was, she wasn’t good at this kind of thing, and that is why she avoided it. If there weren’t people around that she let get close to her, she didn’t have to deal with the traumatic experiences that haunted her. For that reason, she didn't keep friends, and to be honest, Oliver had lasted longer than anybody else in her life. Dean popped back into her life, but she didn’t want him around. She never had,  but for some sick reason he had wanted to be around her. There was always something to run from, yet Oliver was telling her that this place was not for running.  This was a place for staying, and a place where she could simply exist.

•EILEY•  "I've been running from Dean since…London."

It was another shocking admission, and something she hadn’t admitted to anybody, not even herself. She had kept that locked away and repressed with the hope that one day it would just go away even though that had never worked with any of the things she had bottled up in the past.

•EILEY• "It would be nice to just… live."

She gives him a half smile as she looks at him before averting her eyes back to the window. She lets her eyes scan over the nightlife of Barcelona and she tries her best to relax. The two of them didn’t actually make it down to partake in any of the night time adventures that first night. Instead, Oz was more than happy to give her the grand tour of his home. Despite all of the negativity that hung over them, it wasn’t actually the worst way to spend an evening. They had an entire city of things to explore, and more than enough time to do anything that they wanted. It didn’t seem like either of them were anxious to leave their new shared space though, and not even just because it was much bigger than the last.

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Location: Rome, Italy → Barcelona, Spain.
Date: Sunday, July 16, 2023 & Monday, July 17, 2023.
 

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The Climax Control in Rome had been nothing too exciting but she and Oliver had done their thing and she was ready to dip out and go back to Oliver’s place to hide out. Or maybe it was because she enjoyed spending her time with Oliver and not having to share it with the world. She was glad that neither she nor Oliver had been booked in a match and got their little celebration thing out of the way so that they could return to Barcelona with no hesitation and it wasn’t going to be that long of a flight back to Barcelona and it could be almost like they never really left.

Eiley was in the bathroom in their locker room, making sure she had everything packed back into her bag and made sure to wash her hands after using the bathroom. She was not sure where Oliver was but she was assuming he was in the main part of the room, making sure his things were in his own bag. She looks into the mirror and fixes her hair before sighing and going to open the bathroom door. She frowns a little bit as it seems a bit jammed and can’t get it open.

•EILEY• “What the…”

She checks the lock on the door and can see that it was not locked but for some reason, the door was sticking. She frowns and pushes on it again but it wouldn’t budge. She was trying her best not to panic, but she could feel it settling in the pit of her stomach as she tries to pull next, but it didn’t seem to matter either, the door was not budging. She can feel her heart start to race a little bit as she pushes again, a little more frantically than before. She was trying her best not to let her memory go back but it was becoming harder and harder to do so as the last time she had been stuck in a bathroom was when Dean had locked her in one in London, in April.

•EILEY• “Hello!? Olly?”

She bangs on the door with her hand, trying to get the attention from somebody and could only hope that Oliver was in the main area of their locker room. She begins pounding her fists on the door, trying to make as much noise as she can as her heart begins to race and the panic attack sets in.

•EILEY• “Oz?! Oliver?!”

She could feel her breathing becoming slightly ragged as she tries again to open the door, not sure why it was stuck. Or what was stopping her from opening the door. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath and work on her breathing, even though she really didn’t know many breathing techniques. It seems like forever goes by before the door is finally opened from the outside. Eiley opens her eyes to see Oliver standing there and she gives him a slightly embarrassed look as she could feel the panicky feeling still there and her heart still racing inside of her chest.

•EILEY• “Sorry….the door wouldn’t open…”

It was a lame excuse and it made her feel like a child that she had reacted in that way. She had originally thought she had put what happened in London behind her, but apparently things could trigger her mind and it would send her right back to that moment. She could still feel her heart racing as she grabs her things, her hands a little shaky from the panicky feeling as she avoids Oliver’s eyes for the time being, the embarrassed feeling still setting in.

•EILEY• “Are we ready to go back to Barcelona?”

She was quick to try to change the subject and get the attention off of her at the moment. And she would try to keep it off of her while her heart went back to its normal rhythm. She knew that eventually she would have to tell him something but at the moment, she wanted to delay the inevitable as much as she possibly could. She is grateful that he doesn’t press the matter and they both grab their things to leave the arena, ready to get out of Italy.

→THE NEXT DAY IN BARCELONA←

The weather in Barcelona had been pretty good while they had been in the city and Eiley was enjoying that there was nobody other than Oliver that she knew. She knew that she realistically didn’t have to look over her shoulder every five seconds to see if Dean was there. Because most likely, Dean was dead and in the middle of the ocean and his body quite possibly may have been eaten by sharks. Or at least, it was kind of what Eiley was hoping for in the long run.

The two of them had gotten back to Barcelona late the evening before and Eiley was grateful that Oz had not mentioned the little freakout she’d had in their locker room. If she was honest with herself, she was embarrassed that she had reacted in that fashion. But her mind had taken her right back to that dingy bathroom in London that Dean had locked her in while he was out. It was at least better in the bathroom of the dingy hostel than it had been in the bedroom area, but still, it elicited a horrible trauma response from her and she was not proud of the moment. And now the two of them sat outside in a restaurant’s outdoor seating, looking at a menu to try to decide what they wanted to eat. Eventually, they both order off of hte menu and the waiter goes away to put their orders in.
 
•EILEY• “Too many options.”

She wasn’t sure what she ordered was going to be too good but she figured it couldn’t be worse than some of the food she had encountered in dirtier, cheap restaurants.

•EILEY• “So…do you like Barcelona?”

She didn’t know why she had even asked that as they had been here nearly two weeks before the Climax Control in Rome. Eiley closes her eyes and shakes her head to herself.

•EILEY• “That was a dumb question. Do not answer that. What I mean, is that you seem more at peace here. Or at least, you have in the past two weeks.”

She had observed him while they had been here and she noticed that there was something different about him, but in a good way. And she liked it and liked the way he was in Barcelona compared to the way he had been in Hawaii over a year and a half ago.

•EILEY• “It suits you.”

She raises her glass of white wine up to her lips and takes a drink.

○OZ○ “It serves its purpose…”

It was an unintentionally vague answer. To Oz, there was no other way to explain it, but he realized that the words sounded ominous on their own.

○OZ○  “Sin City doesn't know about this place. Neither do any of the people I have worked with in the past. And I haven't ever done anything wrong here. I almost don't exist when I am here. It's that feeling that I like.”

She is quiet as she thinks about what he was saying. It made sense and she wanted to not exist for once in her life. But instead, she seemed to create problems wherever she went.
 
•EILEY• “Not existing sounds nice. It sounds like a better alternative than…”

She doesn't finish her sentence as she looks down for a moment. She didn't want to explore it but she knew that she couldn’t hide it from him forever. But she honestly didn't think it was that bad. Minus the minor freak out in the locker room bathroom, it had been manageable.
 
•EILEY• “I appreciate you sharing your little corner of the world with me. You didn't have to.”

She had probably told him that at least five times a day over the past two weeks. She never wanted to be a burden to him because she had always felt like a burden to every foster family she lived with.

○OZ○  “Given everything that you have told me about, and everything else that you've kept to yourself, it seemed like you could use the time away to decompress.”

Granted, there was something selfish about his actions. He couldn't very well have Eiley implode while they were the Sin City Mixed Tag Team Champions. Also, she was the only person not bothered by this presence. It was beneficial to have a partner in crime.

○OZ○ “Most people haven't had as rough of a life, or even as rough of the last few months as you have. Just trying to look out for you and be someone to talk to.”

Even if he never expected to be in the situation she was in due to Dean, it didn't change things. They were stuck with one another regardless of how rocky things got. She goes quiet again as she thinks about what he was saying and she continues to look down at the table or her phone, trying to decide which was more interesting. There were things that she hadn’t told anybody, including Oz. There had been horrors in her life living in foster homes and she’d had an attitude all throughout her teenage years, which caused a lot of contention between her and Oliver as teenagers; she hadn’t been particularly nice to him and often lashed out at him because of her living situations.
 
•EILEY• “Maybe not.”

She was not used to people looking out for her, realistically as she always had to look out for herself. There hadn’t ever been one person that she had felt too comfortable around until Oliver and it was still sort of weird to her.
 
•EILEY• “I never thought….that it would be like this for us. Especially when we were teenagers and my life was a living hell. And Dean…that’s a mess. A bigger mess than you probably even realize or know about.”

There was a part of her that wanted to tell him but there was also a part of her that was terrified to talk about it out loud. Then it would be real and somebody other than herself would know about it. She takes another drink of her white wine before looking at her phone as Oliver takes a drink from his wine glass, just a fan snaps their picture, unbeknownst to them.

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Location: Amman, Jordan
Date: Friday, July 21, 2023

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”In just a matter of days, it will be my first match since Summer XXXtreme when Oll-Oz and I won the Mixed Tag Team Championships, much to pretty much everybody’s dismay. Oz and I were not the team that hardly anybody had picked to win because according to them, we haven’t paid our dues and we’re too new to the scene; too fresh. But here we are, the champions and there’s nothing that anybody can do about it until they challenge us for the championships. Which is where Sunday is going to lead us to….I face off against Samantha Marlowe in a one on one match in preparation for the match that Oz and I will have against her and her partner, Ben Jordan at Violent Conduct.

That’s not what I am going to focus on at the moment because that’s not what is going to be happening in two days at Climax Control. Instead, it will be Sam and I facing one another with Oz in my corner and Ben in hers. It is going to be the match that sets the tone over the next few weeks that will be leading up to Violent Conduct. And it’s only fitting that I go first.

Compared to Sam Marlowe, I’m a rookie. But what a lot of people do not realize about Sam Marlowe is that she is [u[not[/u] consistent or reliable as a competitor in SCW. Is that harsh for somebody who is as new to the scene as me? Probably but I really do not give a fuck. Sam Marlowe disappears at any given moment when it comes to SCW and comes back to try to be relevant for a few months before disappearing again when she realizes that nobody cares about her or her boring personality. The only interesting thing about her is that she’s friends with SCW’s nicest superstar, Ben Jordan. And if you ask me, there’s probably something a little more there but that’s just me speculating on what I’ve seen and what I’ve heard about happening in the history of SCW. Ben Jordan is the nicest guy on the roster that’s chosen the most boring Bombshell in the history of SCW as his tag team partner.

Her record on paper might make her look impressive to the naked eye because she is technically a decorated performer in SCW. She’s held championships and is even know for knocking Mikah off of her championship reign when Mikah was considered to be the best at the time. But Sam had paled in comparison to Mikah when it comes to Sam’s reign as Bombshell Champion especially when she lost her first reign to Mercedes Vargas who is mid at best. She has never claimed to be the best but that’s because she knows that her claim would be false as she is nowhere near the best. Sam, if anything is mid at best as well.

This is not me saying that going up against Sam is going to be a walk in the park because I’m well aware that she knows what to do in a wrestling ring. There is no doubt about that. But what I am saying is that she’s just the average Jane when it comes to her character. She’s too nice and most people like her but that’s only because they think that they’re supposed to like her. And the support from Ben Jordan simply doesn’t hurt, either. But really, what more is there when it comes to Sam Marlowe? Because I really cant figure out the appeal she brings to the table, other than a few cheers from the marks in the crowd. It’s not like she’s exciting to watch or even consistent with her employment here in SCW. And sure, she’s nice but being nice is overrated and I’d much rather be hated for something I am than cheered and loved for something I am not. I fully believe that Sam Marlowe is not as nice as she leads everybody to believe. I have never met a person in my life that is that nice because they want to be. Most people who are that nice have an ulterior motive but for the life of me, I cannot figure out what her ulterior motive would be, if she were to have one.

I get a lot of flack because I am trained by Mikah, who for some reason does not seem to get the same level of respect that other Hall of Fame Bombshells get. I get that I have big shoes to fill but that’s not why I get flack. Take the current Bombshell Champion, Court for example. She has this notion that Mikah’s only leading me to fail and does not want to see me succeed because she believes that Mikah is a horrible human being and a horrible trainer. And maybe to Court, Mikah was not a good trainer, I don’t know because I wasn’t around. But Mikah’s done her best to be supportive of my young career, even while hiding a huge chunk of her life from her gym and from the SCW universe. She has done the best she can with training me and when she found out she was pregnant, she made sure that Kendall James could train me just as well and then she took on the portion of training me on how to cut a promo. Is this something that I think Sam Marlowe might touch upon? Possibly. I wouldn’t count it out because nearly everybody does and wants to discredit Mikah for everything she has done in the company. And maybe that is not going to be what Sam is going to say, I’m not a mind reader and I do not even know how Sam feels about Mikah as a competitor as Sam is very quiet and doesn’t really talk a bunch of shit.

Or maybe she will say that she was the one who dethroned Mikah’s legendary reign and therefore she could claim that she could beat me on Sunday. It’s a possibility that she could win on Sunday but it’s not going to be because she beat Mikah over seven and a half years ago. I am not Mikah in the ring and I am only aiming to be better than she was in SCW. It’s a hard pill for most people to swallow but if anybody’s going to be better than her, it’s going to be somebody who has been fully trained by her.

I am not saying that Sunday’s match is going to be easy but it’s not going to be as hard as the match at Summer XXXtreme was. It’s only going to be me and Sam in the ring and I do not not have to worry about two other Bombshells that might have the opportunity to stop me from making the pin. And I doubt that I have to worry about Ben Jordan’s presence at ringside because he does not strike me as the type to interfere in a women’s match and even if he tries, I fully trust Oz to take care of it. Because I trust in my partner just as much, if not more than you trust in Benny, Sam. And while you and Ben have known each other a long time, Oz and I have known each other for a long time as well and have been through some shit together. But we always come out on top.

And that’s what is going to happen when the four of us meet at Violent Conduct but that’s not Sunday. What is going to happen on Sunday is I’m going to get the best of Sam Marlowe and I’m going to win. I’m going to walk out of the arena on Sunday as the winner and with all of the leverage in mine and Oz’s corner. It’s not going to be a walk in the park but it’s going to be something that is going to happen and I’m going to do everything in my power to assure that it happens. Because I have no limits when it comes to winning and on Sunday, Sam, you’re going to find out why Oz and I are called limitless. And this is just going to be the beginning of what’s to come and I hope that you’re prepared. Because the clock is ticking down and there’s not much longer for you to have time to prepare.

This is just a precursor to future events, Sam, but it’s going to give you all the insight you need and after Sunday, you’re going to want to disappear again and go back to being irrelevant. But I know that you won’t do that because you do not want to disappoint Ben. But don’t worry, after Violent Conduct, you can slink off to your corner of the world and stay irrelevant. Because I’m going to prove on Sunday that I am better than you and I am going to prove why Oz and I are the champions by winning this match.

You can do all you can to fight it, Sam, and you can try your best on Sunday but I’m telling you now, it’s not going to be enough. You are not enough for Ben Jordan as a partner and you are not enough as a Bombshell either. You’re just mid and I’m already stirring up the water and bringing attention to the mixed tag division. And you’re struggling to stay relevant.

Nothing matters to me other than winning on Sunday, to prove that I have what it takes to be one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions and you’re just the tip of the iceberg, Sam. It’s nothing personal, but you’re going to accept defeat because there will be no other choice for you. Hope you’re doing the best you can to prepare because it’s almost over for you.

Tick tock.

Ciao.”

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