[OOC: apologies for the lame rp.]


Chaos In Cape Town
25th May 2014
Sahara Park Newlands, Cape Town, South Africa

Both turn crawling towards their partner, both women have their hands out.

Veronica tags in Delia, but as Karina reaches out to Amy, Amy drops off the ring apron.

Simone: What the hell?

Adams: Amy clearly not happy with Karina's silence lately.

Karina stands up, yelling out to Amy, but Amy flips Karina a middle finger.

Adams: Well that's just mean.

Delia and Veronica stalk Karina. As Karina turns around, Delia kicks her in the gut, and sets her up for a powerbomb. Veronica helps Delia lifts Karina and the two slam

Karina in to the turnbuckle!

Simone: Le Bitch Bomb with an assist from Veronica!

Karina falls to the floor and Delia goes for the cover.

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DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match.... THE MEAN GIRLS!

Standing outside the ring, I felt nothing but disappointment – not because we lost the match but at Karina and her profound lack of help or even words during the build up of this match. I went as far as making a promise that I wouldn’t turn my back… but that was before she said and did nothing to help me.

As far as I was concerned the war between The Mean Girls and Karina and myself was over. Yes I hated that they won, but they owe me one for giving them Karina and the win.

But I know I won’t be expecting a thank you.

Backing away from the ring, I turned my back away from Karina and the celebrating Mean Girls and headed straight to the locker rooms for the final time of this tour.

Entering the backstage arena, I was greeted by Scott Oliver with just one question.

“Why”

And I simply responded with…

“Because as usual Karina is a fuck up and has let everyone down. She would rather be drunk than take anything seriously. She is a disappointment and that’s why I kicked her ass to the curb. Yes the mean girls won but people will soon forget about that win.”

I then walked away and headed to the changing room to shower and change and watch the remainder of the show.


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VideoLog.
13th June 2014

Its strange… since joining Sin City Wrestling in November 2012, I have never come face to face against you Jessie, we have met a couple times in tag team action with my partner and I coming out on top and we been in a battle royal where Vixen won that, but we have never ever been in singles competition.

During the tour there was a slight chance to go one on one for the Roulette title, but unfortunately that never materialised and I ended up facing Emma Rose for it, and we all know how that ended.  But in my promo for that match I pointed out that you were a genuine threat among a few others and I still stand by that.

You are an underrated wrestler and deserve more chances and deserve to be facing the likes of Roxi, Electra etc… for the Bombshell title. I am glad that you get to be in this match, and if I have a bad night on Sunday I hope it’s you that goes on to face Emma and not Mercedes.

However, I am not going to give you that win easily and I will tell the same thing to Mercedes.

You see while you are such an underrated wrestler and I have the up most respect for you… I won’t be showing or giving you respect inside the ring, because like yourself and Mercedes, we all want gold and we want to stay away from those irrelevant gnats who have just joined the company. And to do that I need to beat you and unfortunately your sort losing steak will continue.

Sorry Jessie but I won’t be having a bad day.

And swiftly moving onto Mercedes and I have been quite surprised as of late that you weren’t able to get into the one on one match against me for the Roulette title and also beating Emma Rose for the Roulette title at Chaos in Cape Town.

Is someone losing their touch?

I guess everyone has been working extra hard to stop you or that you can’t do battle royal and 4 way matches anymore, so you can’t do you need to do in a singles match.

We have met so many times, its unbelievable… and I don’t have much else to say to you, other than that you won’t have much of a chance in this match because right now you are blowing easy chances at getting championship gold.

I believe that if it isn’t me winning this match, then its Jessie going on to face Emma Rose.

I wish you luck Mercedes.

 Icardo Center
Bakersfield, California
9th March 2014

Amy grabs the redneck Bombshell and tries to set her up for a powerbomb or piledriver, but Brandi blocks the attempt. Brandi then counters and lifts Amy up in the precarious position... and drives her down with the Alabama Slam!

Adams: Redneck Slam!

Brandi immediately covers Amy!
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The crowd cheers as the bell rings, heralding the conclusion of the match!

Justin: The winners of the match, advancing to the Semi-Finals ... BRANDI SHOTZE AND SIMON JONES!!

A butt bare Geno Junior stares into the ring in disbelief, holding his head, as the referee raises the hands of Simon Jones and Brandi Shotze while Amy slowly rolls out of the ring.

Sitting on the mat for a few moments, it gave me a chance to process what the hell happened inside the ring… I was angry… but strangely not at Brandi or Simon… I was angry at Gene his larking about in the ring and angry at myself for getting distracted by his actions and getting pinned by Brandi, which ended the chance to advance to the next round.

Maybe next year.

Standing to my feet, I began the short journey back to the backstage area with Gene Senior and junior walking close behind.

Entering the backstage area, I grabbed a bottle of water as Gene Jnr. and Senior discussed the match behind me.

“You did great out there son, I’m real proud of you.”

Banton senior said as he gave his son a pat on the back.

“It was great wasn’t it? I had Simon beat and I think Brandi digs me.”

Banton Jnr. said with a huge smile on his face.

Of course this angered me even further and I snapped and turned to face Gene Jnr.

“You have no-one fucking beat you stupid fucking buffoon. Brandi won’t touch with a 10ft pole and you were and always will be a god damned laughing stock of this company.

Why are you even in this company or even wrestling if you are just going to act like a complete moron?”

I said but before I could continue, Gene Senior interrupted me.

“Whoa whoa woah…hold up.  He wasn’t the one who lost the match… you are.”

Gene said, and I just glared at him.
“Butt out you senile old fool.  I only lost because Gene was acting like a complete cocky douche bag inside the ring and that distracted me. If he hadn’t been dicking around, we could have won. It’s his fucking fault not mine. Plus you don’t help the fucking cause.  Because of you, your dumbass son has delusions of grandeur, you pumped his ego up so much, he doesn’t have a clue about sportsmanship, how to wrestle without acting like a clown and playing crowd or treating this business seriously.

And because of that he is the reason we lost.

Now if you excuse me, I have far better things to do than to talk to two delusional morons.”

I go to walk away, but I overhear Gene Juniors final comment.

“I love it when women get feisty and angry.”

I turned back to try and get into his face, but with the obvious high difference I was more face to chest. So I instead pressed my finger into his chest as hard as I could.

”Listen you immature little shit with daddy issues, if you weren’t a steroid induced prick, I would be knocking your ass to the floor.”

I glare at him, as Gene Senior pulls his son back sensing that it won’t end well.

“Come on Son.”

He pulls him away and drags him back to the male locker room.

”Arrogant little prick.”

I mutter under my breath, as the adrenaline courses through me. Turning I notice a small crowd had assembled.

“What?”

They quickly disperse only to reveal security and ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver.

“I was wondering when you, Rocky or Pussy would make an appearance.”

I said snidely.

“I was hanging around anyway, waiting for you, Gene, Brandi or Simon.”

Scott said shrugging.

“Speak with Brandi, Simon or someone, I am not in the mood.”

I said as I threw the empty water bottle in the bin.

“Its cool Amy, after what I saw and the camera man caught, that would be a totally different interview or something.”

Scott said with a smile.

“It would have been even better if I had kicked his ass.”

I said shaking my head.

“Oh definitely.  Anyway I’ll let you calm down and watch the rest of the show.”

Scott said as he spotted someone.

“Thanks.”

I gave Scott a small smile before continuing my journey back to the locker room as I tried to calm myself down after my confrontation between Gene and I.  It worked a little but it was not time to focus on the rest of the show and that sometimes pisses me off.


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February 8th 2014
Osaka, Japan.
Private Tour: Osaka City Sightseeing - Osaka Castle



The scene opens in Osaka City, where we see Amy and Joshua entering the Osaka Castle Park, after a 45-minute journey from the Sumiyoshi Taisha shrine, where Amy and Josuha took in the views and the many shrines that surround the Sumiyoshi Taisha, which took up a few hours of the day.

Their day started at 9am as they waited at the Osaka station as they prepared to do a day tour around Osaka. The first port of call would be the Sumiyoshi Taisha, before going to Osaka Castle, and then moving onto the Dotonburi district for a riverboat ride, little bit of shopping and something to eat before heading finally to the Umeda Sky Building to end the day with the view of Osaka.

Meeting up with the tour guide for the private tour,  Amy and Joshua followed him to the base of the castle, where he began to speak.

{In Japanese} “The construction of Osaka Castle started in 1583 on the former site of the Ishiyama Honganji Temple, which had been destroyed by Oda Nobunaga thirteen years earlier. Toyotomi Hideyoshi intended the castle to become the center of a new, unified Japan under Toyotomi rule. It was the largest castle at the time.

However, a few years after Hideyoshi's death, Tokugawa troops attacked and destroyed the castle and terminated the Toyotomi lineage in 1615. Osaka Castle was rebuilt by Tokugawa Hidetada in the 1620s, but its main castle tower was struck by lightening in 1665 and burnt down.

Amy takes a few photo’s of the castle and a couple of the in bloom cherry blossom trees, as Joshua and Kenji (the tour guide) moved around to the other side of the building.

{In Japanese}”Sorry about that.”

Amy said as she caught up with Joshua.

{In Japanese} It was not until 1931 that the present ferro-concrete reconstruction of the castle tower was built. During the war it miraculously survived the city wide air raids. Major repair works gave the castle new glamor in 1997. The castle tower is now entirely modern on the inside and even features an elevator for easier accessibility. It houses an informative museum about the castle's history and Toyotomi Hideyoshi.
Amy took a few more pictures, as did Joshua.

{In Japanese} If you like, you can visit the secondary citadels, gates, turrets, impressive stone walls and moats. The Nishinomaru Garden, a tea house and there is also lots of green space, sport facilities, a multi-purpose arena and a shrine dedicated to Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

So feel free to explore.

{In Japanese}”Thank you”

Joshua said, as Kenji bowed and headed off somewhere, while Amy took a few more pictures.

“So where too?”

Joshua asked.

“Tea House and then have walk around.”

Amy replied as Joshua and Amy headed towards the teahouse on the Castle ground.

“So are you enjoying the trip so far?”

Joshua asked.

“I am loving it, but a week isn’t long enough to visit some of the places around here.”

Amy said with some sadness in her voice, as they got closer to the teahouse.

“I know. Although you could stay longer if you aren’t booked next week.”

Joshua said.

“True.  How about you? You enjoying the trip?”

Amy asked, as she removed her sunglasses from her face.

“I am only here to accompany you around Japan.  And I’m enjoying it as we are hanging out together.”

Joshua said.

“Thank you and you are great friend.”

Stepping into the traditional Japanese tea house, Amy and Joshua grabbed the nearest table and sat down, where they ordered tea and a mixture of savoury and sweet foods.  Removing her sunglasses, Amy sat back for a brief moment and looked at her picture on the camera.

The scene soon fades out on Amy showing Joshua the pictures on her camera, as their tea arrived at the table.


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Thursday 13th March 2014
Howard Johnson Inn and Suites Reseda.
Northridge, California

I find myself a little confused here as to where I stand in the bombshell Roulette rankings ladder.  I thought that I was at the number one position because when I lost the Roulette title I had thought I would get an instant rematch.

But I then find myself knocked down a peg and Necra sitting above me and getting a shot at the Roulette title and then wins the title off Mercedes Vargas.   And now I have the Party whore – Karina Koji trying to muscle into the title scene.

I know I know… I admit that I’m starting to sound like a broken record now, but I lost the Roulette and everyone is entitled to a chance to fight to get it back.

But the thing is, I find it very very annoying when people like Necra and Karina come along who have earned jack shit or are turning from being in a drunken stooper and intrude into the title scene and piss myself and other people off who have worked their asses off to get somewhere.

Almost like that title verses title match between Vixen and Necra.

You see Necra, I decided to speak out against you because you shouldn’t have had that title shot because it was my title shot, you haven’t done anything to earn it nor done anything memorable.

Yet you question my worthiness and how I would squander my chance… didn’t you watch my matches against Mercedes?  Where I beat her and then successfully defended the title against her twice.

There was no squandering, just a bad day where I couldn’t defend it.  So what I didn’t hold onto it as long as you did, or haven’t held it two other times…. Frankly I don’t give a shit about your accomplishments.

All I cared about at the time was that I hadn’t held a singles title for a long while and I was a little desperate.

And guess who else is desperate? You.

You are trying too hard to be this badass and shit and that isn’t you, but the whole being a freak with supposedly special bullshit powers is totally you. So drop the fucking act and start trying to induce fear in people.

And just remember when we first met and became tag team partners… I was never scared of you then and I am not scared of you know.

So you will be in for a while lot of disappointment if you are trying some heavy handed tatics.

December 23rd 2012 the very date is the first and last time that I came across you inside the ring Vixen.  Then you beat me, Karina and Jessie Salco but this time around things will be different – so what if you are the Bombshell champion.

Anyone could of won the Bombshell title last week, Gothika as I said has been struggling and you just inherited that title.

She is going to want that rematch at some point.

Anyway where was I…. Ah yes… things being different.

Things will be different because I didn’t know who you were back then, but with enough time plus videos I have been learning and watching, so I know a whole lot more and believe that you beatable.

But you only beatable if my tag partner co-operates in this match and doesn’t make special plans in making a quick exit during the match or decides to get drunk with Aleksei.

And speaking of my partner…

I am giving you one warning… you screw me out of this win and there will be hell to pay.

 MY BLOODY VALENTINE
2nd February 2014
Star Of The Desert Arena
Primm, Nevada

Sitting inside the ring watching Gothika walk away with the Bombshell title in her hands was enough to put my head down in shame and cover my face… I knew and I think Necra and Roxi knew that Gothika had played everyone.

Looking up, Gothika had left ring, while Necra and Roxi looked around in their own state of shock as they shook their heads, and this was my cue to leave the ring and head backstage.

Taking the long slow walk up the ramp to the backstage area, all I wanted was to be on that flight to Japan and forget about the nightmare Supercard.

Entering the backstage area, I knew that I couldn’t get away with not speaking to anyone, so when I saw Scott Oliver come running over, I just accepted my fate and just got on with the post match interview.

“Can I get some words regarding your match out their tonight?”

Scott said huffing and puffing a little.

“Sure.”

I said with a shrug.

“Thanks”

Well tonight was utterly disappointing, I don’t know about Necra and Roxi, but I felt like a total fool after Gothika played us.  Was that your plan all along Gothika? Act like you are struggling and air short pointless promo’s… well congratulations it worked and you successfully defended your title, but next time someone will see though that charade and take that title.

I blame myself for taking you too lightly and in future in won’t be doing that again.

Also something else happened tonight, which probably didn’t help me during the title match, but there was a slight altercation between some anorexic wannabe wrestler and myself.

Delia fucking Darling… you and your little sidekick may have got one up on me, but it won’t happen again.  You see, you do not intimidate me as I’ve dealt with dumb retarded airheads before… the whole mean girls gimmick has been over used.

Lets see… Beautiful people did it, Lay-Cool did it, Every Man’s Fantasy did it and the bitches in WEW did it…  And guess what happened to all those Mean Girl groups? They all died out because of their petty little egos and nobody cared about them.

At this moment you are just a fad that people seem to be raving about, but fad die out and something else comes along…so all this bullshit with the make-up on etc… will backfire on you.

If I was you from now on, I would watch my back… nobody likes cheap attacks from cheap pathetic little sycophant skanks.

Consider this as your final warning…come near me again and I will knock your skinny asses out.  

And with that I walk away and return back to the locker room, where I quickly shower and change before meeting up with Joshua Acquin and heading to the airport.


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Tuesday 4th February 2014
Fukuoka, Japan
Nanzoin Temple



Shortly after My Bloody Valentine Supercard went off air, Joshua and I headed straight to the airport and boarded the last flight of the evening to Japan. Although Joshua and I had a mixed evenings, with him winning his match in a brutal match, while I walked away not able to beat Gothika for the Bombshell title.

As for the trip to the Japan, there was always a part of me that wanted to go to Japan and when Joshua treated me and booked tickets, I was over the moon and screamed with delight.

However, with the time difference between the US and Japan being massive… the jet lag killed me and as soon as we arrived at the hotel, I headed straight to me room and crashed out, not caring about the time of day that I would wake up.

Having spent most of Monday in bed, I decided to take a short journey to the village  of Sasaguri with Joshua to wake us both up and take in the first lot of Japanese culture.  Inside in this village you can find the Nanzoin Temple, which you can walk the trail and find the sleeping Buddha at the top of the trail.

The scene opens up on the Joshua and myself, as we began the trail.

“Why didn’t I visit Japan any sooner?”

I said as I took in the scenery, as I looked at the statues that delicately litter around the trail.

Joshua looks at me.

"A lot of people say that, this is a trip I have been meaning to take for sometime. At least I have someone like you with me here."

He turns towards one of the statues.

"So what do you know of these?"

I Look around.

"To be honest not much. But from what i read about the big statue over there. He is called Fudo Myo-o, which means man who surrenders evil spirits for people who don’t practice Buddhism. But nothing else I’m afraid."

I said as we continued walking the trail.

“How about you... do you know much?”

"I know whatever you tell me. I am more toward Germany, but Japan is on the bucket list."

We continue to walk as Joshua slows down and is in obvious pain.

"There is nothing to be afraid of as long as I am with you"

Joshua winks as he spoke.

Amy gives a small smile.

"Thanks. How are you holding up? post match and travel wise?

Amy asks as she notices his discomfort.

"I will survive, I have had worse than that, remember WCWF? I should have got out and about when we got here instead of staying in my room. It is all tight and I don't think I want to try to get a rub from the shops here."
   
Joshua notices the smile

"There is a nice smile, how are you holding up?”

I blush a little, as I take a few photo’s of the scenery around me, as we continue to find more statues including one of a Buddha with a very warn out belly.

“I’m good. The disappointment is pretty much gone and the jet lag almost gone.”

I said, as I walked up the Buddha and rubbed his belly. As I read the little plaque on the base of the statue.

“Apparently you rub his belly for luck.”

Amy said.

Joshua rubs the belly

"Well you can rub my belly..."

Joshua laughs and then grabs his back.

"That was wrong of me."

Joshua tries to use a broken language to get a picture taken of us. As the local takes the camera Joshua puts his hand on my waist as though it was natural.

After the picture was taken Joshua apologizes.

"Sorry Amy didn't mean to grab your waist.

I chuckle a little at Joshua and his dodgy broken Japanese.

“It’s ok.  But that broken Japanese is terrible.”

I said with a shrug.

“Are you sure you are ok? We can cut this walk short if you are in that much pain.”

I said with concern.

“Well I know you are enjoying this so I will tough it out.”

Joshua smiles which is a rarity for him.

“Ok then.”

I said with a smile as I turned and continued the walk towards the top of the village to check out what she came to see and the main thing to visit. With Joshua trying to catch up, Amy continued to walk on at the same time checking she still had memory space.

The scene soon fades out on Amy as she stops in her tracks, as she spots the large Buddha and as soon as Joshua catches up he sees the large green behemoth Buddha and stare at it in total awe, raising the camera up and I took a few pictures of the Buddha and some of the urns.


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Thursday 13th February 2014
Long Beach, CA

Last year in the Blast from the past tournament, I was partnered with Ryan Kidd and we were up against Odette Ryder and Jordan Williams… we obviously lost and they went onto becoming the inaugural winners of the tournament.

Now, going into the second ever Blast from the Past tournament, I was a little apprehensive at first and then a little worried at who I might get as a partner. It isn’t a huge secret that some of us Bombshells dislike Jimmy Ringo and hope that we don’t get him.

Unfortunately Lizzie is the poor soul who got him.

But instead I am partnered with Gene Banton Jr. and to be honest… I don’t know who you are other than the son of some washed up has been who walked the Sin City Wrestling halls.

Forgive me for being hostile, but when there is very little information or very little action inside the ring from you, I have to be a little sceptical and worried that I would be doing all the work, while you attempt to work off the ring rust.

I am going to give you one warning and one warning only… You fuck up at any point during the match, hell even if we win this match and you still somehow fuck up, I will make your life a living hell.

I don’t care who you or your father is… just make sure you are fit, healthy and ring ready.

I want to advance in this tournament and not go out in the first round.

And that means coming face to face with Karina Koji.

Welcome back Karina… and that’s all the pleasantries you are going to get from me.

I don’t know who do you think you are, returning to the company and inserting your nose into other peoples business.

I just like to point out that you should be working your way up from the bottom again; you have absolutely no right to any title shots. So back the fuck away from the Roulette title scene and work on getting sober and ring fit.  Somehow I don’t think Jordan wants to be carrying you, especially when he probably wants to retain his Blast from the Past Crown.

And like me, he is stuck with a dud partner.

Although I can give you some credit, as I can find matches and old promo’s and I can do some research on yourself.

So while you are in a party mood and encourage the rest of us to wake up, cause chaos etc… I won’t be taking you too seriously until you are back full time and with a few matches under you glittery belt… I want to advance this match and I’m sorry Karina but you all singing and dancing Party Horde will stopped.

Good luck Karina.

  V/O People say that bad luck comes in threes… for me it was the breakdown of my relationship with Kevin Carter, then the loss in the grudge match against Roxanne and Necra and finally the loss in the tag team match against Emma Rose and Roxi Johnson last week… so has the world righted itself and will my luck finally come back.

3rd November 2013
Club LAX
Las Vegas, Nevada

The scene opens moments after the tag team match between Emma Rose, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall and Joanne Canelli, where we saw Emma Rose and Roxi Johnson come out on top as Joanne tapped out to the Justice Lock.

Upon entering the backstage arena with Joanne in tow, Amy ushers Joanne towards her locker room the best she could, before continuing on her journey towards her own locker room, as she just wanted to forget about this week and the past few weeks.

However, as she rounded one of the few corners in Club LAX, she was greeted by the sight of Pussy Willow standing and talking with one of the backstage technicians and also maybe waiting for a poor unsuspecting soul, and unfortunately for Amy her changing room was in that direction.

“Shit!”

Putting her head down, Amy tried to slip through, however, with being the only bombshell on the roster with a Mohawk, she was instantly spotted and Pussy Willow quickly finished her conversation with the backstage tech and made a beeline for Amy.

“Amy can I have a few words with you?”

Amy cringed.

“Sure… I would prefer Scott Oliver to interview me. Where is he?”

Amy asked, as she was pretty sure Pussy didn’t watch the match and that Amy preferred Scott Oliver to interview her these days.

“He’s unavailable. Sorry” Pussy shrugs apologetically. “So can I get your thoughts about your match tonight.”

Amy just shook her head, and suspected that Pussy never saw the match and was far too busy talking the backstage tech guy.

“Sure.  At this moment, my only thoughts are that I am hoping that my run of bad luck inside the ring and outside the ring has disappeared.  And I hope that this match is number 3 in the run of bad luck. But I am glad I wasn’t the one who was pinned tonight, just the receiving end of the usual loss. But congrats to Roxi and Emma for the win tonight.”

Satisfied with her response, Amy gave Pussy a small smile before turning and walking off in the direction she was originally heading – her locker room.  Once in the locker room, Amy grabbed a bottle of water, where she took in a couple of gulps before grabbing her bag pulling out her street clothes. The scene quickly fades on Amy sitting down and unlacing her boots.


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4th November 2013
Time: 8:45am
Juneau, Alaska.
Juneau International Airport.

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The day after Amy and Joanne lost to Roxi and Emma, Amy decided to head home and visit her parents and face the music – more from her mom than anyone else.  As her fight approached the runway, the butterflies in her stomach increased, as Amy never knew why she was always nervous when she returned back to her hometown…. But she did know that she would be getting hell because of the recent public break-up between Amy and Kevin.

“Welcome to Juneau international airport, please stay in your seat until the plane has landed safely and has docked at the terminal. Thank you for flying with Alaska Airlines.”

Ignoring the overly cheery flight attendant, Amy looked out of the small porthole window as she quickly spotted the scenery she knew very well. As the plane landed with a short sharp judder, Amy picked up her laptop case from between her legs and placed it on her lap before grabbing her cell phone and turning off flight mode.

Amy sent a quick text to someone informing him or her that she had just landed, unfastening her seatbelt; Amy stood to her feet and quickly headed to the door to ensure she would be at the front of the queue.

5 minutes later, every disembarked and headed to baggage reclaim, as everyone waited for his or her bag to come along, Amy didn’t see someone coming up behind her, until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her.  Amy pulled the arms away and quickly spun around readying herself to hit that person.

“What the hell?”

Amy came face-to-face with her mystery hugger and soon realised who it was.

“Marcus.”

“Hey”

Amy threw her arms around this man and gave him a hard hug.

“What are you doing here?”

Amy asked.

“Just flew in. It appears we were on the same flight. I assume you are visiting the family.”

Marcus explained.

“I am. And dreading it.”

Marcus chuckled, as he knew how much Amy’s mom disliked Amy’s career path and the people she dated.

“How about a bit of liquid courage in the bar?”

Marcus asked, as she quickly rushed to the carousel and grabbed his bad.

“Tempting but I should be fine. Maybe later on when I’ve had e full ear bending and probing.”

Amy said as she then spotted her bag and grabbed it.

“Well you know where the bar is, and it’s always open for you.”

Amy smiled at Marcus and began to wonder why she and him ever split up in the first place, as he was always such a nice guy.

“Thanks.  How are you getting home?”

“A friend is picking me up, do you need a lift as well?”

“Sure.”

Marcus smiled, as he and Amy then began their short walk towards immigration for check etc… before making their way out of the small airport, where they get into a green Chevrolet Chevelle and the driver dropped off Amy in Salmon Creek, while he and Marcus turned back and headed to downtown Juneau.

Waving goodbye, Amy turned and came face to face with her childhood home

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Letting out a small sigh, Amy headed towards the house, as the butterflies in her stomach felt even worse to the point that she felt like throwing up.  Knocking gently on the door, a few moments passed and then the door swung open to reveal her father.

“Hey dad.”

He gave her a large smile, which helped melt away some of the butterflies, as Amy stepped forward and gave him a hard hug.  Although they had their problems when Amy left home and hadn’t talked to each other for years, her father came to accept Amy unlike her mom.

“Come in.”

Stepping into the house, Amy smiled, however, she noticed that both her sisters were at school, so Amy lacked back up from one sister at least.  Closing the door behind her, she placed her bag by the front door and sat down on the sofa.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?”

“Just a coffee please.  So how are you dad?”

Amy asked.

“I’m good.” Her father shouted from the kitchen. “I decided to retire, the stress of the job wasn’t helping my dodgy heart.”

“Are you still taking your meds?”

“I am”
Her father said, as he returned back with cups of coffee in his hands before handing one to Amy.

“What is with the shouting?”

Came a female voice, as Amy’s mom came through from the back garden.

“Hi Mom”

Amy stood to her feet, placing the cup on the table and walked over and gave her a hug, which Amy’s mom didn’t reciprocate back.

“How are you?”

“Fine. We need to talk young lady.”

Amy nodded at those dreaded words, even though she was 33, she still felt like a 5 year old being told off, Amy then looked at her father who just shrugged before taking a seat.  She was already wishing that she hadn’t decided come visit her parents and instead take up Marcus’ offer of heading to the bar. But if she didn’t visit her family, she would still have to deal with her mom and why she didn’t come visit.

“Where do you want to start?”

Amy asked.

“How about embarrassing the Marshall name and doing another fucking smut movie.”

It had always been about Amy doing porn and never making anything of herself and each and every time Amy came back to Juneau to see her parents, it always came down to her career whether it be in the wrestling ring or doing more porn… she wasn’t at all surprised that she didn’t start with her failed relationship with Kevin… but no doubt it would come up.


Hours later

1:35pm
The Bar.

Hours after Amy had stepped into her childhood home and faced the grilling and probing from her mom about her career, love life and virtually any other problem that bugged her mom, Amy entered the bar that her ex boyfriend Marcus owned in down town Juneau, after a short taxi ride.

Taking a seat at the bar, Amy put her arms on the bar and lay her head on it in a frustrated and warn out way.

“Here… drink this.”

Lifting her head up and Amy saw sitting in front of her a glass of brandy, putting her hand around the tumbler, Amy just downed the amber liquid ignoring the warm burning sensation that came with it.

“Thanks.”

“Was it that bad?”

Marcus asked, as Amy ran her hand through her long hair unkempt hair.

“Pretty much… I would have preferred having my nipples ripped off salt rubbed into the wounds. I don’t know why I put myself through the torture every time I come home.”

Amy shook her head, as she tried to shake off the tension of the argument that she and her mom had.

“Another drink?”

“Sure. Beer and one of your cheese and ham rolls.”

“Coming up.”

Marcus turns and grabs a beer and then a large cheese and ham roll and places them in front of Amy.

“How much do I owe you?”

Amy asked.

“On the house.  Just don’t tell anyone else.”

Amy smiled and nodded her head.

“Secret is safe.”

Marcus just winked at Amy, as she takes a sip of beer before beginning her attack on the cheese and ham roll. The scene quickly fades out on Marcus serving other customers, as Amy pulled out her cell phone and checked to see if she had a match plus do a little twitter surfing.


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Sunday 10th November 2013
Juneau, Alaska (still)
Time: 6:30am
Amy’s apartment.

Beep Beep… beep beep.

The scene opens up inside the apartment flat of Amy, where we hear her cell phone beeps indicating that she has a message, which wakes Amy from her sleep.  Turning over, Amy grabs her cell phone and checks her message, which instantly makes Amy more awake.

SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
MERCEDES VARGAS © vs AMY MARSHALL
The Bombshell Roulette Championship has become one of the most hotly contested championships in not just the ladies side of things, but in the entirety of SCW itself! This week, the champion, Mercedes Vargas, sets foot inside of the ring to put her belt on the line against one of the division's most dangerous threats, in Amy Marshall! Amy has made it her personal goal to tear that title belt from around whoever's waist she has to in order to claim it for her own, and its none other than Mercedes Vargas who stands in her path with no intention of just handing her cherished title over! </Center>

“Holy shit!”

Amy quickly sat up, and rubbed her eyes making sure that she wasn’t dreaming, however, in the process, she disturbed the person next to her.

“What’s up?”

Amy looked over to see Marcus lying next to her, who looked at her bleary eyed.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.”

And on that cue, Marcus fell back to sleep, as Amy shook her head as she couldn’t believe that she had a title shot and against Mercedes Vargas.  Though at this moment, that wasn’t her main concern, it was the fact that she found herself for the second time in the week in bed with Marcus.

The first time, she felt a little guilty and was very tempted to text Kevin and apologise, however, this time the guilt wasn’t as bad, but she kind of felt sorry for Marcus as she thought she was leading him on.

Letting out a small sigh, Amy grabs a cover and climbs out of bed and disappears into the bathroom. And with that the scene quickly fades on Marcus in Amy’s and the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.


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Wednesday 13th November 2013
Covina, California

A few days after Amy visited home, Amy grabbed the next flight out and headed to Covina for Climax Control, where she was ready to face off against Mercedes for the Bombshell Roulette title.  For Amy and Mercedes, this wasn’t the first they met, they had met several times in singles and tag team competition in NCW and each and every time Mercedes was the winner.

And since finding out that she was facing Mercedes at Climax Control, Amy headed to the gym twice a day, just to make sure that her head and body was prepared and focused.

The scene opens on Amy as she returns from the gym for the second in the day, where she entered the hotel that she was staying in, as she headed towards the elevator, she was quickly stopped by Necra who walked up to her in her usual mysterious slow paced walk.

“Hey Amy.”

Amy turned and glared at Necra.

”Necra. What do I owe this pleasure of your company?”

“I was just seeing how you are.  I know what you weren’t happy with the way our match ended at High Stakes and well we haven’t spoken since.”

Necra said.

“I already made my feelings clear about the outcome of that match, but hey congrats on getting a lucky win, you deserve it.”

Amy said sarcastically before turning and was ready to step into the lift but was stopped by Necra again.

“Hey… good luck with Mercedes on Sunday. You’re going to need it.”

Amy just glared at Necra before getting on the lift, as Necra gave Amy a small smile and wave. As the lift doors closed, giving space between Amy and Necra…the lift whisked Amy up to her floor, Amy shook her head and wondered what Necra’s agenda was.

Entering her hotel room, Amy dumped her training bag on the floor along with her room keys, Amy then sat on the bed for a moment, as she kicked off her trainers as she thought back to her gym session and how her promo came together inside her head.

And instead of waiting for a few days to do something about it, she decided to do it now and grabbed her camera.

 
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[REC*]

”When I announced that I was leaving NCW and found out that my final match it would be against you, I thought that as bad as this sounds that I would never ever have to face you again. So I was pretty glad that when I left NCW, with my final loss as usual was to you…

And now a year later after I had left NCW and made my presence felt in Sin City Wrestling, we are once again coming face to face for the first time in Sin City Wrestling and for the Bombshell Roulette title, which you somehow hold.

Firstly Mercedes… I don’t think I ever welcomed you to Sin City Wrestling… but then again, why should I welcome someone who I had faced many times in NCW and never beat.

But hey… welcome to Sin City Wrestling.

Now…  I already sense that you are going to mock me for my shortcomings here in Sin City… such as not being able to beat Roxi Johnson for the Bombshell title or Necra Octavian Kane for the Bombshell Roulette title… and perhaps mock me for my failed relationship with Kevin.

And no doubt inform me that I have no chance in winning the title.

To be honest, I wasn’t expecting a title shot and frankly I don’t deserve it either… but unlike my previous opportunities I am not going to turn it down.

They say that bad luck comes in threes… well I’ve lost the grudge match against Necra and Roxanne, I lost to Emma and Roxi and I lost the love of my life… so effectively the universe owes me one since it has shit on me.

But I am not totally relying on karma, I have also been working hard inside the gym, I’ve watched back all the videos, where we have faced each other in NCW and I’ve watched your matches here in SCW.

But lets me honest here… you’ve had it quite easy so far and got very very lucky when you beat Nessa.  But I can’t say much when Necra and I won the tag titles in my second ever match in SCW.

The thing is you haven’t faced the likes of Misty, Odette, Vixen, Gothika etc… etc… so you don’t know what is like to have tough battles.

But come Sunday night, I am going to give you a tough match as I aim to prize the Roulette title out of your hands and around my waist.  I have been in this company one year and yet to win the Bombshell or Roulette title and to be honest, while I haven’t held singles gold for a good few years… I am biding my time and being patient.

Patience is a virtue… right?

Yeah… I am not buying that crap either.

You see Mercedes… I am not going to lie down like all the other times, I am not going to allow all my past losses effect me – yes I did say oh crap when I first saw the match… at first I doubted myself… but I then quickly realised that this is a different company and different circumstances.

I am hungrier, I am stronger and more determined than ever…  You better be ready Mercedes because I am taking that Roulette title and I don’t care what the stipulation is.

My time… my title.

 {OOC: Apologies for the shitty flashback}

“It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever.”
- Samantha Bruce-Benjamin, The Art of Devotion


PRE HIGH STAKES PPV

8th October 2013
Home of Amy Marshall
Rio Grande, NJ.

It had been three days since Amy and Kevin broke up, however, for Amy it felt more like weeks, unlike Kevin, Amy had never been in a relationship that involved love, she had plenty of relationships over the years, where she had merely just fancied the person but was never in love with them. However, when Amy dumped someone or vice versa, Amy was never the one to pine over anyone, but Kevin was different… she loved him.

Watching him flirt and hang around with this Savannah A’Costa hurt, Amy couldn’t see them lasting as Savannah is a rich dumb airhead, although like Amy, she was also a freak in bed and that somewhat distracted away from the rich dumb airhead trait.

The scene opens up inside the home of Amy Marshall, as the camera glides around we see pictures from Amy’s wrestling career, but also a few pictures from DVD covers that Amy has appeared on as Roxxxie, pictures from AVN awards, pictures posing with people whom she had filmed with and pictures of friends and family.

And as the camera arrives in the living room, we see more pictures, and replica belts and replica AVN awards with the original’s being in 3-X HQ and a few more pictures… as the camera pans around, we see Amy sitting on the floor with her back rest against her black leather sofa.  In front of her is a small glass table, on the table sat a large bottle of Russian Standard Vodka half drunk, but also a large bag of white power and some pills of sorts…

Looking up Amy’s face was drained of color and her eyes puffy from crying. Picking up the pills Amy looked at them and tried to remember how she did this the first time around…


{Flashback}

2009

The scene had opened on Roxxxie and then lover Maxxx Hardcore inside his apartment, where they were having sex, however, they were rudely interrupted as the local police burst in and dragged Maxxx off Roxxxie and to the ground where they handcuffed him, all the while Roxxxie, Maxxx and the police shouting at each other.

Covering herself with the bed sheet, Roxxxie watched on as the police dragged Maxxx to his feet where they gave him his pants before dragging him away leaving Roxxxie alone.  Getting up off the bed, Roxxxie threw the nearest thing at the splintered door.

And on that note, Roxxxie got changed but was unsure what the hell she was going to do about Maxxx, but she knew that she wasn’t going to sit around and wait.  Instead Roxxxie opted to leave the apartment and drink her troubles away.

Quickly returning back to the hotel, Roxxxie changed once more and headed into the town where she started to drink lots and took a mixture of drugs to enjoy herself and ignore the lingering feeling of missing Maxxx.

The last thing Roxxxie remembers as she collapsed from the all the drink and drugs she had, is the loud music of the club she was in.  And while ‘unconscious’, Roxxxie found herself on top of a cliff somewhere secluded, serene and beautiful and over looking the a blue sea.

Where she chatted with a friend that had died years ago and this was when Roxxxie realised she was in trouble.  Things then went bright as she came around from being unconscious.

“We got her back”

Roxxxie comes round and sees a load of doctors and nurses fussing around,

“What happened?”

“Take some bloods, and then give her some saline and monitor her every half hour”

The doctor said to the nurse before making some notes on the chart before turning his attention to Roxxxie.

“Welcome back Miss Marshall, you gave us a bit of a scare. And to answer your question… you overdosed on the drugs you were taking. Can you remember what you were taking?”
The doctor asked.

“Uh coke and some other stuff but I can’t remember what.”

She briefly and unhelpfully explained.

“Well whatever it was, it stopped your heart for a minute.”

“I died?”

“Yes, but there won’t be any lasting effects. But I do strongly recommend that you keep away from the drugs in future or at least go into rehab.”

“Thanks.”

Roxxxie said a little sarcastically, as the doctor turned as the nurse returned.

“Nurse Bailey, can you transfer Miss Marshall to recovery. Thanks.”

The doctor then leaves.

“How long do I have to stay here?”

Amy asks, as the nurse begins to set up the drip.

“Until the drip as filtered through your system and your bloods have come back.”

“Great”

Roxxxie sat back in the bed, as the nurse began to place the needle into Roxxxie’s arm for the drip.  Closing her eyes for a moment, Roxxxie wished Maxxx was here, but she knew that it wasn’t going to happen since he had been arrested, which Roxxxie believed on false charges.

Suddenly Roxxxie was jolted away, as her the nurse and porter began to move her bed to recovery.


{End of Flashback}

“Oh my god Amy… are you ok?”

Asks the female voice.

“What?”

Amy said snapping out of her daydream.

“How much of this have you taken?”

“Nothing yet.”

Amy said slurring her words a little, obviously drunk. Looking up to see who entered the house – it was her business partner and friend – Lori Martin. Lori quickly disappears for a moment, before returned with a dustpan and brush and sweeps away the powder before grabbing Amy’s hand and turning it, allowing the pills to fall into the dustpan.

“Oi… give me them back.”

Amy protested, but with the way she was sitting she couldn’t move.

“Is this the way you want to be remembered? Overdosed on god know what because of a man.”

Lori helps Amy onto the sofa, where she sits next to her.

“People should remember you for your life accomplishments and wrestling accomplishments and not dying on coke, drink and pills. No man is worth it.”

Lori continued.

“But I love him”

Amy said in a drunken slur and a single tear rolls down her cheek.

“I know babe, but it will get easier over time. Today you are having a bad day, but tomorrow you will have a good day and love the world, but the hurt will still nag you in the back of your head.”

Lori said trying to make Amy see sense.

“Plus I need you after the Supercard in Trinidad.”

“Why?”

Amy asked, as she removed her head from Lori’s shoulder.

“Its not totally confirmed yet, but you know we were talking to Manuel Ferrera, well he will be contacting us tomorrow about doing a few movies for us.  And to cheer you up, I put our names down first.”

Lori said waiting for Amy’s reaction to the news.

“I’ve retired from porn, I’m just merely a owner and director now.”

Amy said uninterested.

“Oh lighten up Ames, its Manuel fucking Ferrara… the man is gorgeous.  Hell his penis and obviously his chiselled good looks might give you a break from thinking about Kevin.  And its only one fucking movie, with me and the very Manuel, what do you say?”

Lori said as she gives Amy a gentle shoulder nudge, trying to give her the incentive to say yes, although it was true that Amy had retired from porn, but it didn’t stop her from making anything amateur for her own collection.

“Oh go on then.”

Lori squealed with delight before giving Amy a kiss on the cheek.  Amy smiled a little, as she let out a small sigh; she knew she was going to have many more bad days, and although solving it and killing herself with drink and drugs would be the easy way out, she knew that no man was truly killing herself for, but love does crazy things.

“Great, so why don’t you go clean yourself up and sober you up before taking you for something to eat.”

Lori suggested.

“Thanks.”

Amy gave a small smile, as she gave Lori a hug and kiss on the cheek, before taking a few attempts to get to her feet, which Lori chuckles to herself.  Amy then disappears towards the bathroom, where she strips off and heads into the shower. Meanwhile Lori picks up the remote control and turns on the TV, as she waits for Amy.  The scene fades out on Lori leaning back on the sofa and watching the TV.


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POST HIGH STAKES PPV
 
13th October 2013
High Stakes III
Turtle Rock Beach, Trinidad

The ring fills with the cloudy spray and Amy staggers back, blinded! Necra then gets a running start and drives the fire extinguisher into Marshall's head, knocking her from the ring! Necra wastes no time and grabs the downed Roxanne and she hits a twisted version of the Unprettier!

Simone: My Fair Lady!

Necra covers her and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
3!

Simone: She did it! Necra walks away with this one!

The crowd cheers as Drew raises Necra's arm in victory as Amy holds her head and looks from the outside in severe anger!

Justin: Here is your winner, Necra Octavian Kane!

Watching Necra get her hand raised, pissed Amy off and with her love life going down the toilet, it capped the past week off as pretty much terrible and it also ended the Caribbean tour on an ultimate low.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the nearest stagehand, Amy pours the water over her face to remove any fire extinguisher spray, before placing a hand on the bump that was beginning to form from the extinguisher shot from Necra.

Muttering a bunch of swear words under her breath, Amy just shook her head before making a quick exit from the ring to the backstage area, where ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver was waiting for either Necra, Roxanne or Amy.

“Hey babe, can I get a few words from you?”

Scott asked with his usual laid back attitude, while Amy just gave him a quick glare, before letting out a small sigh.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.  I’ll keep this short and sweet.  Your thoughts on what happened out there tonight?”

“Once again I am screwed out of a fucking match by non other than Necra.  This battle I started with me calling out Roxanne, it should have been between Roxanne and myself, but you butted in… I should have been the one kicking her ass, embarrassing her and pinning her tonight. I should be the one ending her career.

But no… you wanted to get yourself involved… well congratulations Necra. You fucking pinned Roxanne.  But let it be know that its tainted… tainted because you shouldn’t have been in this match and you got fucking lucky tonight.”

Amy stomps off away from Scott Oliver, who just smiles before turning and waiting for the possibility of talking to either Roxanne or Necra.  Meanwhile Amy returns to her locker room, where she slams the door shut in frustration before giving the lockers a quick kick before stripping to shower.


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Tuesday 29th October 2013
Los Angeles, California
The home of Kevin Carter.

Days after the High Stakes Supercard, where we saw Necra beat Roxanne and Amy in a hardcore rules match, Amy headed home to Rio Grande, New Jersey for the post Supercard weeks break, however, for Amy it was extended to two weeks with Amy not being booked on the next show.

During those two weeks, Amy and Kevin had a war of words as they argued with who was too blame with the relationship breaking down, with Kevin blaming her for the failure in not supporting him, while Amy blamed him for being too childish.

And although they had broke up, Amy still loved him and wasn’t going to get over it quickly.

Also during those two weeks off, Amy also done a little bit of filming for her adult film company 3-X productions, which she, her business partner Lori and male star Manual Ferrari did a scene together.

It briefly helped Amy forget about Kevin and focus on a different kind of work.

The scene opens outside the house of Kevin Carter, where we see Amy sitting alone inside her Ferrari as she looks at the house longingly.  Hours earlier Kevin had got in contact with Amy in regards to picking up bits from the house.  And although Amy knew that there would be a time when she had to return and collect any stuff from the house, she would have hoped that it would never happen.

Although Amy didn’t want it to happen, before she left New Jersey, Amy picked up the few bits that she had of Kevin’s and threw them into a small box and threw it into the Ferrari’s small trunk.

Letting out a small sigh, Amy grabs the box and then climbs out of the car before taking the short walk up the path towards the door.  As she inched closer, she thought about the memories of coming to the house each time, all were good with no bad memories or fighting.

Finally reaching the door, Amy stood before it and hesitated before pressing the doorbell.

A few agonising moments passed, before the door opens to reveal Kevin on crutches with knee brace wrapped around his recently surgically repaired knee.  Cocking her head, Amy looked at Kevin’s knee and just gave a small smirk before looking up.

“Hi”

Amy said breaking the silence.

“Hey.”

Kevin said back, as he opened the door to allow Amy into the house, as he used the crutches to turn and go back towards the living room, as Amy follows close behind with her box of Kevin’s items.

“How is the knee?”

Amy asked without any intent of being rude or horrible considering how they broke up.

“Sore.”

Kevin said providing no other information to Amy, as he picks up the box that sat on the table and held it out for Amy to take.

“Umm thanks.  Where shall I put your box?”

Amy asked taking the box under her arm.

“Just throw it away.”

Kevin said with a shrug and saying a few more words. As Amy just nodded and with the awkward feeling lingering, Amy just turned and headed towards the door not wanting to say what was on her mind.

Once at the door, Amy hesitated as she turned to see Kevin ignoring the fact that Amy was leaving and just sitting down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Looking down at the box of Kevin’s bits, Amy just felt a surge of anger fill her senses.

Grabbing the door handle, Amy opens the front door and steps out and angrily slams the door behind her, as she begins to think about what she can do with his box.  Jumping into her car, Amy headed back to her newly acquired apartment in Las Vegas.

Sometime later



“Fuck you Kevin.”

Amy throws the box of Kevin’s items into the bucket, which the cologne that was in the box, stokes the fire even more.


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”So this week I am partnered with Joanne Canelli, So I should be excited that I am partnered with a former roulette champion, but to be honest I’m not.  Nothing against you Joanne, you were a great champion but I want a partner who can hold a title longer than a few weeks… a partner like Roxi or Emma or someone I know very well and has beaten me multiple times; Mercedes Vargas.

Yeah I know Emma has never won a title in SCW but I saw how she faired in ACW and she did great.

Anyway going into this match, I know and Joanne knows that this match isn’t going to be easy… after all Roxi held the Bombshell title for months after defeating the most dominant woman in SCW.

But you have to pray that Roxi has a bad day and either Joanne or myself can pick up the big win.

But of course lets not forget Emma Rose the dark horse of the match…  she maybe a rookie but don’t let that fool you.  I’ve watched the few matches that you had in ACW and you impressed a lot of people including myself… you are truly a main threat, however, with your recent ‘hiatus’, I wonder how much ring rust there would be.

I hope you have been keeping up with your training because it would just suck to lose if you didn’t keep up with your training.

Good Luck Emma.

Good Luck Roxi.

 8th September 2013
Morningstar Beach.
St Thomas

The scene opens up on Amy stumbling to the backstage area on the Morningstar beach after her match against Roxanne. The side of her face red and swollen from where Necra swung and hit Amy with the spiked choker in what appeared to be a miscommunication, although Amy had never asked for Necra’s help.

Grabbing the nearest chair, Amy sat down as she rubbed the side of her head, as she tries to remember what happened during her match, however, with the spiked choker knocking her silly and possibly giving her light concussion – it was impossible.

Looking up, she spotted Necra and a ref coming her way, but Amy warned off with a glare and a shake of the head, however, the ref continued towards her as well as Rocky Mountains.

Ref: Do you want any medical attention?

Amy: Just some ice and water thank you.

The ref nodded and jogged off to find ice and water for Amy, while Rocky Mountains got closer as Amy could see the big cheesy smile from Rocky.

Amy: Miss Rocky Mountains… what do I owe this pleasure?

Rocky stopped in front of Amy, and winced a little as she saw the welt and the quickly appear bruise on Amy’s face.
   
Rocky Mountains: Damn, that looks horrible.

Amy: Yeah well, you weren’t on the receiving end of it.

Rocky shrugged before continuing with her plans.

Rocky Mountains: Can I have your thoughts about what happened at the end of your match?

Amy just chuckled a little, as the ref who disappeared to get Ice and Water returns with said items and hands them to Amy, as she cracks open the water and take a few sips before placing the ice on her swollen and ever darkening bruise.

Amy: Sure, but can you refresh my memory as I was knocked a little silly.

Rocky Mountains: Umm sure.

Rocky turns and gives her mic to the cameraman, before pulling out her ipad from the camera bag, where she taps the screen a few times before handing it over to Amy.

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Necra rips Roxanne’s spiked choker from around her neck, wrapping it around her own hand. She raises her fist up into the air as Roxanne powers back to her feet. Amy watches with anticipation as Necra swings… and hits her instead of Roxanne! The crowd cheers as Amy falls down flat onto the mat!

Roxanne lifts Amy up from the mat, snickering with satisfaction. She grabs onto one arm, and then the other, pulling them into a straight jacket position. She rolls back with a Belly-to-Back Suplex, bridging into a pin, a la the Straightjacket Suplex! Necra paces back and forth, unsure of what to do. She hesitantly drops down and slowly counts.

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2!
3!

Justin Decent: Your winner via PINFALL… ROXAAAAAAANNNNNNE!

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The video ends and Amy hands the ipad back to Rocky, who tucks the ipad under her arm before re-asking her questions.

Rocky Mountains: Can I have your thoughts about what happened at the end of your match?

Amy: To be honest and frank… I don’t know what the fuck Necra was doing.  I never asked for help from her and I didn’t need her to poke her nose into my business.  You and everyone else know that my issue is with Roxanne and Necra should just but out.

Rocky Mountains:  Do you have any words for Roxanne?

Amy removed the ice pack from her head and placing it down on the floor, before picking up the water and takes a gulp of water.

Amy: Yes.  She was lucky.  Without the interference from Necra, I would have won this match.  And FYI I never asked for Necra to be referee, I never asked for her help and I certainly didn’t ask for her interference.  You see Roxanne; you got lucky this time because of some idiot’s interference… and if and when we face each other again, I will make sure I will walk away victor this time.

Amy stands to her feet unsteadily, before grabbing the ice pack and water.

Amy: Thank you Rocky.

Rocky Mountains: My pleasure.

Amy gives Rocky a small smile, before slowly walking back to her hotel room, where Amy would watch the rest of the show from her room.


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Thursday 19th September 2013
Windjammer Villa Beach Resort
Labrelotte Bay, St. Lucia



The scene opens on the beautiful white sands and the clear blue waters of Labrelotte Bay, where we see Amy jogging down the beach as she returns from her run as she prepares for her match against Odette Ryder.

The past several days, Amy had spent most of her time inside the local gym as well as running along the sands of Labrelotte Bay, although this was a normal match, it felt so much more different from your average match.

As Odette Ryder did her own so called pipe bomb, where she shared her feelings about SCW buying ACW, but also how she felt about the women of ACW. Personally for Amy she had no problems with the women of ACW joining SCW, especially since one of them helped to train.

Odette then proceeded to drop a bombshell in which, if in two supercard’s time, Odette was still undefeated she would quit SCW… however, any defeats would keep Odette in SCW for a little longer.

This pissed off Amy off a little, however, this anger would be better used during the match than actually when Amy was training.

Taking the short walk from the beach to the hotel, Amy entered the small apartment she was staying in, she checked her cell phone for any messages or missed called – more specifically from Kevin.

However, with no missed calls or messages, Amy let out a small sigh as Amy threw her phone back onto the bed, she looked at the time and thought that it was the perfect time to do a promo.

Setting up her camera on the balcony overlooking Labrelotte Bay, Amy didn’t care that she was still dressed in her training gear, or that her hair was tied back with no make-up on, Amy just pressed play and moved to in front of the camera.

When I woke up Monday morning, I was expecting my email inbox to be telling me that I have a match against Necra, Roxanne or that I am a special guest ref for a match between Necra and Roxanne, since Necra was ref for Roxanne and myself and that would make sense since I beat the shit out of Roxanne.

And speaking of beating the shit of Roxanne, how does it feel to butt into other people’s conversations and get an ass kicking from it?

It seems that you have a nasty habit of sticking your nose in other peoples business and pissing them off.  You see Roxanne continue to get in my way and you will pay, continue to get in Necra’s ways and you will pay.

I don’t need little servants to back me up.

Anyway back to what to my point.

So instead I found out that I am facing Odette Ryder – in this stupid challenge of hers. And if people have had heir heads buried in the sand. The challenge is to give Ms Ryder a reason to stay in SCW and she’ll be hanging up her boots If she remains undefeated in two PPV’s time and If she is defeated at any point between now and then, she will continue her career in SCW.

Now here is the little dilemma…

Do I lie down and give Odette the easy win or beat her and see her stick around?

As much as I respect Odette and for what she has done in this company, there is a part of me wishes that she wasn’t in SCW and I have a feeling that many others have the same idea, and if we add Misty to that, then SCW will be a 1000% better.

So back to the dilemma…

Now if I lie and throw the match… it would be one step closer to Odette leaving, but I would then also have this stigma that I could be bought and manipulated.

However, I beat Odette and she stays… she continues to dominate the Roulette, Bombshell and Tag Team ranks of the division … But it would also make for good reading on my wrestling resume…  one time tag team champion… as well as defeating Odette Ryder.

Now does everyone see the dilemma?

But you see, while I was saying that I could lie down and piss on your parade, it would be far too easy for you and instead I am going to come out fighting and I am going to make damned sure that I walk away victorious.

As I said before… I respect you Odette for what you have done in SCW, but that respect is going to be put aside and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that you walk away from this match a loser.

However, I’m not delusional to think that this will be an easy match, where you roll over and I get the pin, I know this match will test me and there is the possibility that I will lose, but I’m heading into this match with a positive outlook.  It’s not very often you step into the ring with best… it’s every woman’s dream and its an excellent opportunity to step up.

It’s perhaps a little too late to tell you to curb your ever-increasing arrogance and cockiness, however, I can tell you that it doesn’t suit you and I can also tell you that this whole threatening to quit bullshit because you’re bored is just a way of attention seeking.

Why don’t you just quit and settle down with Gabriel and turn into the good housewife you are destined to be.

In a frank way and straight to the point way – STOP BITCHING AND FUCKING LEAVE!

 Two weeks ago

14th July 2013
Bally's Grand Ballroom
Reno, Nevada

Two weeks ago Amy Marshall, Laura Jackson and Roxi Johnson went to battle as the two of the three fought to get the Bombshell title off Roxi Johnson, for Roxi she had a lot of things going against her – as she had to fight off two opponents but also the fact that she had some ‘stalker’ person sending cryptic message etc…

However, at the end of the match Roxi fought off the competition, but failed to spot the incoming hooded figure and their attack. While all that was happening Amy had already returned to the backstage, however, a flurry of medics and security rushed past her towards the ring.

As she headed towards the locker room, she caught the replay of someone attacking Roxi Johnson on one of the monitors, and while distracted by this, Amy failed to spot Rocky Mountains coming up to her.

“Any thoughts about Roxi’s attack?”

Amy clenched her fists and scolded herself for being spotted by Rocky Mountains.

“None… but I do have some thoughts on the match.”

“Cool, go ahead” Rocky said.

”Thanks.  Well Roxi, I have to admit that this thing with your stalker didn’t effect you one bit and I commend you for not being drawn into it.  It was a good fight between the three of us and you are a much deserving champion.

It was just a shame that I didn’t win the match, but maybe once you sort your issues out with this mysterious person, I hope to face a focused and uninjured you.”

Amy gives Rocky a small smile before walking off and continuing her journey back to the locker room.


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Wednesday 24th July 2013
Time: 11:35am
Las Vegas, NV
Marty’s Café.

The scene opens on Amy packing back and forth outside a small local Vegas café, checking her watch for the fifth time, she was about to give up on the person she was meeting until they casually strolled around the corner.

“Amy” Came the voice in which Amy turned to come face to face with her half sister; Alexis Morrison.

“Hey, nice to see you back.”

Amy said with a smile and moved in for a brief hug, but Alexis just didn’t move and didn’t respond back.

“Thanks” Alexis said slightly uninterested as she lit a cigarette, as Amy frowned a little as she noticed Alexis’ change.

“I was hoping for a quick catch up and talk about last week.” Amy asked as she peered into the café to see if there was any seating.

Alexis took a long drag from her cigarette “I have things to do.”

“Umm ok” Amy was stumped “Maybe in a few days then?”

Alexis looked at her watch and then proceeded to put out her cigarette. “Whatever, bye.”  With that Alexis just walked off, leaving Amy stunned and angry at the same time.

“Bitch!” Amy muttered under her breath, before turning and headed into the café, where she ordered a coffee and tried to figure out why Alexis was so cold towards her.


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Thursday 25th July 2013
Time: 7:30am
Las Vegas, NV
24-Hour Fitness

The scene opens inside one of the many 24-Hour fitness studios that appears in every state, where we see Amy on the treadmill with the God Save the Queen blaring out from her headphones.

As she ran hard on the treadmill, she was still angry at how Alexis had been cold towards her and just left with no explanation and every time Amy thought about it, it just pissed her off even more and in this case, she decided to head to the gym and tried to forget about it.

Pressing a few buttons on the treadmill machine, the machine slowed allowing Amy to slow to a walking pace, where she grabs a her bottle of water and takes a swig from it.

Sucking in a few deep breaths, Amy pressed the speed button once more and Amy was back at running pace ignoring the fact her legs were screaming at her to stop.

“Amy”
Said a male voice, as the camera pans around to see Kevin standing to the side of Amy, however, Amy doesn’t see him as she is focused on her run.

“AMY”

Kevin shouts, but with still no luck and instead Kevin climbs onto one of the unused treadmills beside Amy and removes the headphones as Pretty Vacant now blares from them.

“Earth calling Amy.”

“What?”  Amy presses a couple of buttons and the treadmill begins to slow.

“What do you mean what? I called you twice, I didn’t realise your music was this loud.”  Kevin said as he stepped off the machine and watched Amy’s machine slow down.

“Uh sorry.”  Amy pressed the stop button on her ipod, as the machine came to a stop.

“What up babe, you’ve been very quiet since yesterday afternoon.”  Kevin asked with concern in his voice.

Amy carefully stepped off the treadmill and grabbed a towel before taking a few steps away and towards the open space. “My sister giving me the cold shoulder, im not upset about it, just pissed off.”

“What Trish?”

Amy shook her head “Nope, Alexis.  I don’t know what happened during her time away, but her coming back – she has changed.”

Kevin moved in and wrapped her arms around Amy, as she wrapped a single arm around him. “Ignore her, like you have ignored Trish and her bullshit, just do the same with Alexis. You have the opportunity on Sunday to beat her and make her pay for giving you the cold shoulder.”

Amy squeezes Kevin and gives him a peck on the cheek “Thanks… I wish you could come to the arena on Sunday.”  Amy moves away from Kevin before sitting herself down onto the mats, where she begins to stretch her legs.

“I’ll be a phone call away if you need anything, and you are going to beat Alexis.  Anyway when can we go shopping and pick out items for your possible attitude era matches?” Kevin asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Amy smirked as she got to her feet and continued her leg stretching. “I have a swimsuit, but I need some lingerie and evening gown.”

“Can I choose the lingerie?” Kevin said with a smile.

Amy chuckled a little “Sure...”

“And the bra and panties?”

Amy shook her head “Why not, but I doubt if SCW would be too thrilled if they panties were crotchless.”

“Boo.” Kevin faned an upset look.

Again Amy shook her head, before giving her limbs a quick shake before wiping her forehead and taking another sip of water.

“Sorry to burst your bubble but we will have to wait till later to some shopping, as I have plans to record my promo in 5 hours. I hope you can wait that long.” Amy asked as she and Kevin headed to the locker rooms.

Kevin shook his head “I can’t, but cutting that promo is far more important.”

“Thanks” Amy gives Kevin a kiss on the lips. “Anyway, to the showers, I am way too sweaty.”

Amy and Kevin part ways with both heading to the changing rooms to shower before changing and heading back to the hotel, where Amy would prepare to record her promo for the match against Alexis Morrison and Angela Fallon.


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So this week it’s an all woman show, with attitude era matches… which could be anything from mud wrestling, bra and panties, Lingerie, pudding etc…  now I will expecting everyone to say that I should be right at home.

But you know what… I am not afraid to show off my body, after all I was porn star for the best part of ten plus years.

But things have changed and I would prefer to wrestle with my ring attire, but hey if I’m getting paid to wrestling in bra and panties, lingerie, mud or naked then who a am I to complain.

But their will be certain people who will bitch and moan and do anything to get out of these matches and one of those people will be Alexis.

And speaking of my dearest sister it was 27th January 2013 at the Reno-Sparks Convention Center, was the very last time we saw you inside a wrestling ring in SCW, the very last match we saw you in was the Blast from the past tournament, where you and Kain faced off against Amanda Cortez and Trevor Irons.

You lost of course because of Jessie Salco and her infatuation at the time of Amanda Cortez.

But then you disappeared.

But to be honest, we weren’t at all surprised because you regularly take these random sabbaticals… obviously we don’t know where you go or what you do, but no doubt, you hang around in graveyards like you do or disappear off into another company to freak those idiots out before getting bored and coming back.

Whatever the case, we didn’t miss you here.

In true honesty, I would have preferred Trish to return so that I can damage her knee once again and send her packing once again.

Anyway, away from her and back to the up and coming match between you, Angela and myself.

I like to congratulate you in how played everyone – Roxi Johnson, everyone backstage, the fans. However, what I disliked were the stupid little cryptic messages and the silly little attacks.

Thankfully you didn’t attack Roxi before our title match because then you would have seen me really upset.

And speaking of upset, how fucking dear you just act so cold towards me, I thought we were close, I thought we had something in common as Trish was a bitch towards us, fuck it we are fucking blood sisters.

But no, you went off and something happened and you have come back acting like… Patricia.

Yeah I said it.

With Trish acting all sickly sweet, you have decided to take on her bitch attitude and using the cheap tactics of attacking someone who is already injured.

It’s a total role reversal.

You can perhaps deny it, but you and everyone else knows I am right.

But I will not accept some bullshit sob story or anything else about screwed over or whatever… you can shove that up your ass. As far as im concerned you do anything to put my career in jeopardy then you will be very very sorry.

My record against you and Trish is pretty poor, with you and her giving me quite a few defeats, but that is all going to change as we go into this match.   This match won’t be about you and your comeback number 100; it will be about how I beat my sister and some rookie idiot called Angela.

You are nothing but hype Alexis and I about to destroy that hype.

And moving onto the other person in this match…

Angela Fallon…

Yeah umm…

To be honest, the only information I found out about you was from the SCW affiliate ACW and even then that wasn’t very helpful.

You are just the boring same old same old generic wrestler that we get these days - Petite, pale skin, dark eye makeup, red hair etc…  with a finisher that most spot monkeys use.

Sorry honey but there is nothing special about you and you are out of your depth in this match.  In fact just don’t show up, let myself and Alexis do the ass kicking.

Funny when I was researching you in ACW, there wasn’t much there either.

Since its just Alexis and I in this match…

I am going to walk away from the match with a victory as Alexis tries to make excuses of trying to get out of this match.

 Two weeks ago.

26th May 2013
Glacier Gardens
San Diego, California

The scene opens moments after the tag team match between Amy and Misty against Vixen and Roxi Johnson, where we see saw Misty and Amy dominating the whole match, however, the match wasn’t without its controversy as Misty decided to tag herself in, just as Amy was about to the make the pin for the win, and pinned Vixen to get the win herself.

However, things quickly broke down as Misty’s lapdogs decided to poke their nose in during Misty’s and I little scrap and allow Misty get in a few cheap shots and from their it was pretty much a Team Erik vs. Team SCW battle.

Although this wasn’t the only action Amy saw. As earlier in the evening, Amy attacked the Roulette champion – Necra Octavian Kane after her match against Faith, in which Amy once again stated her intentions for her interest in the Roulette title.

Floating through the curtains, Amy was still miles away as Misty still invaded her thoughts and how Misty simply stole the win.  As Amy slowly headed down the corridor, ‘stoner’ Scott Oliver quickly jogged up to Amy calling her name a few times, which in turn snapped Amy out of her thoughts.

“Hey Scott.”

Amy said.

“Can I get a few words regarding your attack on Necra plus what just happened out there with Misty?”

‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver asked.

“Sure why not.”

Amy said as she rubbed her still stinging cheek.

“Thanks.”

Scott Oliver said with a smile.

“Camera is already filming, so go ahead.”

The cameraman said behind the camera.

Well tonight was certainly interesting, especially for little old me.  If people had been watching, I attacked my former Team Erik colleague and tag team partner – Necra Octavian Kane. I did this not because of the bounty of her head, but the fact that she is carrying gold.  You see only a moron would go after Misty while she holding the Bombshell title, so it makes logical sense to go after the Roulette title.

Plus do know how many times the Roulette title has changed hands this year?

5 times.

Once in January…

Twice in March…

Twice in April…

And since April, Necra has managed to hold onto the title, but to be fair she hasn’t has had many title defences.  But then again, she hasn’t faced stiff competition – until now.

How is your head feeling Necra? A little groggy are we?

I doubt you even heard what I said when I shouted in your ear?

Do you want to know?

I said that this title will be mine.

Yeah lame I know, but its straight to the point and I heard a little rumour it will be us at Into the void.

Make sure you keep the title nice and shiny for me.

And finally onto the biggest issue of my night – Misty.

Listen you overrated, over hyped, egomaniac… its sad that someone like you has to steal wins just to make herself feel relevant… must be painful that people are becoming bored of you and stealing wins is your only way of saying look at me before setting your lapdogs on people.

Or maybe it’s a way of getting the attention of Erik because he has forgotten those who supposedly helped him get power.

What ever it is… it all smells of desperation.

Lets face it Misty… nobody gives a shit about you and the fans would rather see people Like Odette, me, Roxi etc… as champions.


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Wednesday 5th June 2013
8:30am
LA, California
Home of Kevin Carter.

The scene opens with Amy and Kevin returning from their morning run around the streets of LA, as Amy prepared for her match this week, while Kevin although still indefinitely suspended wanted to stay in shape as he prepared for his own return and the war against Erik, in which we saw from last week Kevin who super kicked Erik out of his boots.

Sitting down on the leather sofa, Amy sat back for a moment and kicked off her trainers…

“That was a fun run.”

Amy stated with a small smile, as she grabbed a small towel from the floor.

“Yeah it was.  Especially the surprise blow job in the bushes.”

Kevin said with wink at Amy.

“You are welcome. Anyway I noticed that you were very much deep in thought as we ran. What ideas are running around inside your pretty little head?”

Amy asked.

“Just plotting and how else I can get back at that prick.”

Kevin said shrugging.

“That kick to his jaw was beautiful.  If I were bigger and stronger I would have done it myself. But leaving Team Erik hurt enough for him.”

Amy leant forward and let out a small breath.

“And I am so proud of you for doing so and not getting caught up in the bounty.  That bastard deserves what he gets.”

Kevin said with some venom in his voice.

Amy gets to her feet, as she stretches a little.

“Indeed.  However, I got Amanda this week, so I can do some damage to a member of Team Erik.  Anyway enough of all this talking, I need a shower.  Care to join me?”

Amy said winking at Kevin.

“An offer I can’t refuse”

Kevin grabs Amy and picks her up in her arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Practicing carrying you over the threshold before fucking your brains out.”

Amy laughed as Kevin turns and he carries her up the stairs towards the bathroom. The scene fades out with Amy laughing and squealing, as She and Kevin get down and dirty.


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3:30pm

I was sitting back watching Climax Control, eating some popcorn as you do, and out comes Amanda Cortez on her cute little tricycle, and what proceeds is something that I only can describe as a total car crash of a terrible promo thing.

Amanda honey… when you came to the ring on your bike and proceeded to drone on about pointless shit… I almost fell into a coma it was that boring, but at the same time I was thinking that a monkey can do better job than that shit you said inside the ring, hell it can come up with far more intelligent insults than calling someone a slut.

Hell everyone throws that word around… it’s the most unoriginal word around when insulting someone.  And it’s funny that you use it against Odette.  Odette is the least slutty person I know… the fact that she had two men fighting over her and she couldn’t decided in who she wanted – does not make her a slut… it makes her the most desirable woman on the roster.

So why don’t you aim some of those piss poor insults at someone else, and I swear to god you even start calling me a slut, I will make damned sure that those are the last words utter before I break your jaw.

Oh and jealousy doesn’t suit you.

But then I was hoping things would get better in a promo from you Amanda, but god no… I have to say Amanda that you just suck at being a wrestler and just suck at life.

WHAT WAS THAT SHIT YOU RECORDED?!?

First point… I never joined Team SCW you fucking moron.

I am out of this stupid war… It’s all about Erik just getting power and fuck everyone else. You are just a pawn in his game and look where it’s getting you and every other dumbass on Team Erik – a nice little price on everyone’s head, while little old me is getting a title shot at Into The Void.

Now who is the fucking loser?

You see Amanda; you can talk and talk and talk but for someone who has the nickname of the tough and ticklish tricycle chick, you sure do come off more than a disappointment, bad fucking loser and a jealous little bitch.

And if threatening me with an ass kicking is trying to scare me, it won’t work; you are nothing more than a big fluffy puppy with a shitty attitude and you will be the one at the end of the beating.

Oh and reality check bitch… You are looking at the next Roulette champion.

And so onto Ambrosia Grey, unlike that retarded monkey, I am not going to brush you off… well maybe a little, but I have learnt my lesson many times not to underestimate the newbies in the company.

Although you are new in this company, we don’t know how many companies you have been in or how many titles you have won in these companies, however, if you are truly a rookie… then you are totally screwed.

Trust me when I say this… you don’t want to be in this match. This match is about venting some frustration… mainly from Amanda but also the fact that Amanda is Team Erik, it gives me a chance to prove that all Team Erik members are joke and chose to enter something that means nothing.

This is why you are screwed Ambrosia.

But if by some miracle that you get some move in… then good luck.

 OOC: Use of Erik was approved. Also apologies for the crappy match promo.

12th May 2013
Alex G. Spanos Center
Stockton, California

{Backstage during the opening Climax Control segment.}

The scene opens backstage inside the Team Erik locker room, where we see every member of Team Erik bar Kevin Carter and Erik Staggs talking and getting ready for their matches, as the show kicked off with the usual crap of Amanda Hugginkiss singing, things quickly kick off as Mark headed to the ring and called out Kevin who was joined by Erik as well as Jordan as they discussed the control of the company plus the true holder of the world title.

However, what happened next would rock Team Erik but also Amy and Kevin.

HS: Hey Carter, enjoy your match tonight, cause it's your last in SCW for a while. I'm sick of your crap, I'm sick of your sneak attacks. Consider yourself done with SCW.

The whole locker room fell silent as Amy just stared at the screen in shock, however, that shock turned to anger but she was unsure whom she was angry at.  Turning away from the monitor, her first reaction was to scream and shout, however, she was more concerned for Kevin.

As Amy exited the locker room, she gave a set of lockers opposite the locker room a hard punch before heading to the curtain, where she had hoped to see Kevin return through the curtains, however, she was quickly informed that he had already come back.

“Miss Marshall, Mr Carter has already come through.”

“What? Where has he gone?”

Amy said with some concern.

“He headed down that corridor.”

The technician guy said pointing the way.

“Thanks.”

Amy heads down the corridor, where she quickly spots Kevin who leans against the wall with both hands, but he quickly turns and grabs a chair and throws it against the wall.

“FUCK!”

Amy slowly walks up behind him and gently puts a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s ok.”

Kevin turns with anger in his face.

“How is this going to be fucking ok? I just had the world title ripped from hands from a Amazonian dyke and fucking Mark kicked me to the curb… tell me Ames how it going to be ok?”

“Erik has something planned, and as I was looking for you… I heard Erik demanding thirty percent of the company for the release of Christian and left Mark with this. If Mark agrees then we have Erik running some of the company and he can hire you back.”

Kevin shakes his head.

“The only problem with that is MARK CAN SAY NO!”

Kevin screamed at Amy, startling her as she stepped back.

“Firstly stop screaming at me and secondly Christian is on Mark’s side and he doesn’t want him gone – he needs him. So he has to agree of he’ll never see Christian again.”

Amy steps forwards and hesitantly puts a hand on his face.

“So there is a pretty good chance that the suspension won’t happen.”

Kevin shook his head and let out a small sign.

“I guess.”

Amy smiles and gives him a gentle kiss.

“Plus you have to kick some ass tonight… let your frustrations out on Gabriel and Despayre”.

Amy said.

“How about I let my frustrations out on you right here right now.”

Kevin said with a smirk as he grabbed Amy by the hair bringing her closer.

“Oh so tempting but you have a match later.

“I hate it when you are right.”

Kevin kisses Amy, who melts in his arms, but quickly pulls back.

“Focus Kevin Focus.”

Kevin just smiles as he lets of go Amy and they head back down the corridor and back to the Team Erik locker room.  Once inside the Team Erik, Kevin disappeared to get his head straight and prepare for the tag team match.  Watching the door close Amy turned and her smile disappeared.

“Is Erik back yet?”

Amy asked as people in the locker room but people shook there in a no motion.  Amy then turns and leaves the locker room and waits outside for Erik to return from the ring.

A few moments pass and just as Amy is about to give up and return to the locker room, Erik shows up.

“Amy, what up?”
Erik asked.

“Can I talk with you about Kevin.”

Amy asked as she stepped away from the locker room door.

“Sure.”

“I want you to re-hire Kevin.”

Erik folds his arms and looks at Amy.

“I can’t… I…”

Before Erik could finish, Amy screamed at him.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKING CAN’T? AFTER EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE FOR TEAM ERIK! AND IF YOU HADN’T REALISED WE ARE A FUCKING MAN DOWN NOW. SO HIRE HIM BACK!”

Erik just glares at Amy before grabbing her and pushing her against the wall.

“Just fucking listen to me, I have been reading up on company policies and any new signings need two people to agree on it however, with Christian ‘gone’ and Mark refusing, I can't hire him back…. I’m sorry.”

Amy pushes Erik back and gets into his face.

“You better sort this shit out otherwise you will be two people down.”

Amy barges past Erik and heads back into the Team Erik locker room and sits down next to Necra, Erik soon enters the locker room and looks at Amy who just ignores him.  Erik then heads into the locker room area where Kevin is getting ready for the tag team match.


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Thursday, 16th May 2013
San Francisco, CA.
Local boxing gym.

The scene opens inside a boxing gym just around the corner from where Amy was staying. Amy had opted to stay in San Francisco instead of LA to keep up some normality to things, while Kevin’s career was on hold.

The past few days had been a nightmare as Kevin found it hard not to prepare for a match as he also began legal proceedings against SCW.  However, he still had the adult entertainment company to look after and direct for.

So Amy had opted to head to San Francisco leaving Kevin to get back to directing movies.
Back to the scene…  the scene opens inside the gym, where we see Amy inside a boxing ring wearing a t-shirt, shorts and gloves as she unleashes some Muay Thai kicks and punches on a man with pads.

She had obviously been inside the ring for some time as her face was red and sweat glistened from her body and with every punch and kick she made was less and less powerful, which the trainer had noticed.

“I think we are done here.”

The man said as he takes one more kick to the pads attached to his hands.

“Yeah”

Amy agreed as she uses her forearm to remove some sweat from her face.

“I don’t know many female wrestlers who know Muay Thai moves.”

The man said as he removes the pads from his arms.

“I not professionally trained. I learned these moves from an ex boyfriend who was… is a kickboxer”.

Amy said as she takes off her gloves and throws them towards her bag, before walking over to one of the corners and grabs her bottle of water.

“Well your moves are prefect.”

The man said climbing out of the ring.

“Thanks. I had a good teacher.”

Amy said climbing out of the ring herself, before turning back to the trainer.

“Thank you for allowing me to take up your time.”

Amy continued with a smile.

“No problem, it breaks up my day.”

Amy smiles and they shake hands, as she grabs her bag and makes her way to the showers.  Once inside the showers, Amy pulls out her camera and presses record.


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Well this match is certainly interesting a Bombshell Brawl with hardcore rules, it’s been a while since I have been in a hardcore match and that one I lost.

Its especially more interesting as the three of the four competitors in this match are in Team Erik effectively making this a 3 on 1 handicap match, but it definitely won’t go off like that.

For the first few minutes we will take turns in kicking Cyn Marlowe’s Texan ass before all turning on each other, to be frank I don’t care if we are team mates, best friends or whatever, I am still going to kick some ass and make damn sure I win this match.

So onto my lovely opponents…

Firstly Cyn Marlowe…

We’ve met before and you already know what happened there, and we all know what will happen again when you open that big fat mouth of yours – you are going to get shut down and your ass severely kicked.

So far your time here in SCW has been short, but you have already rubbed many people up the wrong way including Vixen and myself.

Unfortunately for you Vixen isn’t in this match, but I am along with Joanne and Laura, who are both equally dangerous, so I would pick your words carefully.

Or don’t say anything at all because what usually comes out of your mouth is pitiful insults that come straight out of high school.

Good luck coming up with something intelligent enough not to ensure you don’t lose.

Next…

Laura Jackson…

Firstly Laura I don’t care that we are members of Team Erik and im pretty sure that you don’t care either… I know that we should watch each other’s back but that isn’t going to happen.

We and everyone else knows that once we despatch Cyn, that we will turn on each other… and you are the main threat in this match although Joanne has been looking pretty strong recently.

You see Laura, I want to win this match and I will do anything to get the win, so beating you as well as Joanne in this Hardcore Brawl will show that I can win any type of match against anyone.

Which include you, so you better be ready Laura.

And finally…

Joanne Canelli.

To be honest Joanne, I don’t know much about you other than that you were late to join team Erik but also you have make waves for the team and kicking plenty of ass.

Although it sucks that you have been accused of taking Christian, I know that you didn’t because that man isn’t worth anyone’s time and no doubt you have far more important stuff to worry about…

Like recovering from brutal matches like the one you had against Karina Koji at Hostile Takeover.  I watched that match and I enjoyed it and it showed that Team SCW isn’t all cracked up to be with so many weak links.

Anyway, I hope you have recovered from that match because heaven forbid that you take another blow to the head… you see I will exploit any injuries that you picked up during that match and since it’s a hardcore brawl – its going to be a lot more fun and a lot more dangerous for you.

Like I told Laura, I don’t care that we are on Team Erik, I don’t care if you are injured or getting over an injury, what I care about winning and moving up the ladder to face either Misty or Necra.

And when I am finished… I won’t be sorry.

 Two weeks ago.

7th April 2013
Movistar Arena
Santiago, Chile

Two weeks ago Amy had faced off against Misty for the Bombshell title, however, this wasn’t any normal title match. This match was Amy first singles chance at a title but also it was a battle between two Team Erik members.

With the bombshell title on the line, there was also pride and hope also on the line and it was mainly Amy’s hope and pride and they were both dashed as Misty came out victorious, but not without having to put up a fight.

We didn’t care about being a team, we didn’t care if we hurt each other, we were just focused on either winning or retaining the title and our fight just showed that we could put on a main event show.

Shortly after the match concluded with Misty helping Amy to her feet and showing team unity after the match, Amy and Misty headed up the ramp together to the backstage area, however, after arriving backstage together, Misty went back to her locker room back to her ‘disciples’, while Amy was cornered by Rocky Mountains and asked about the match.

To which Amy said this about her match…

“Thank you Misty – thank you for one of the best matches in my career so far in SCW. On this occasion you may have been the better wrestler but next time and if there is a next time I will come out and beat you.

For now I will bow down to you… not because of the whole queen of the damned bullshit but because you a great wrestler who bested me.“

Amy then walks away with her head held high as she heads towards the locker room to shower and change before heading back to the hotel with Kevin.





1 week ago.

14th April 2013
Estadio Luna Park
Buenos Aires, Argentina

One week after her match against Misty, Amy felt like she was slipping into the background of Team Erik, while everyone else was pushing themselves into the spotlight by attacking others and aiming to be controversial as possible including Kevin, Amy needed to do something.

And with Misty holding on tight to the Bombshell title, the only other option was to go for the Roulette title and so after some thinking and a bit of planning – Amy with the help of Kevin attacked Faith backstage leaving her lying on the concrete and then Amy headed to the ring and stated her intensions towards Faith although by the time she would get a shot at the title, it would have changed hands.

Although this attack and her statement of intentions inside the right made a small impact, she doubted that it would cause waves through the ranks of Team Erik.

Keeping to herself for the rest of the evening, Amy watched the rest of Climax Control before heading back to the hotel with Kevin and prepare to head to Brazil for Hostile Takeover.



   

Thursday April 18th 2013
Mercure Brasília Eixo
Brasilia, Brazil
Half and hour before Misty’s birthday party.

The scene opens up inside the Mercure Brasilia Eixo hotel in Brasilia, where we see Kevin sitting on the edge of the bed as he impatiently looks at his watch before looking at the closed bathroom door.

“I still can’t get over how long your hair takes… why can’t you just leave it down?”

Kevin asked as he stood up as he looked in the mirror as he smoothed out his t-shirt and then his jacket.

“Like I’ve told you 100 times already… It looks weird having it down and unkempt. I only keep it down when im going to the gym or it’s a down day.”

Amy said with a slightly raised voice.

“Plus I am almost finished. Why are you so impatient?”

“I don’t know” Kevin shrugged. “I guess its because it’s a Team Erik meeting.”

Kevin turns and as he turns the bathroom door opens and out steps Amy from the bathroom, her hair fixed in the usual mo-hawk style wearing ripped jeans and a green corset, Kevin smiles.

“I can’t wait to get you out of that corset already.”

Amy smirks “Later”

Kevin smile drops a little but accepts the fact that he would have to wait after Misty’s party.  Amy turns and grabs a small bag, where she loads the bag up with a few hair products, money, keys and Misty’s present.

“Ready?”

Kevin asked as he looked at his watch one final time.

“Yep”

Amy says as grabs a jacket from her suitcase, as she and Kevin then left the hotel suite and headed to the restaurant that Misty booked for her party.





”This match totally sucks not because you are in this match Cyn but because this match is nothing more than a card filler, but hey at least we are not the first match unlike that old fool that holds the Roulette title.

However, it’s epically sad that this match has absolutely nothing to do with Team Erik vs. Team SCW but I guess its some sort of pitiful attempt at punishing me for being on the wrong side.

But I suppose it could be worse… I could be suspended like Giani and James.

Anyway back to the match at hand.

Question Cyn… how old are you?

The only reason I ask this is because I watched your last promo as well as match and you seem a very immature and that you have your own personal babysitter.

Seriously what the fuck?

I am up against someone who needs their hand holding through life because she comes from a rich family… I guess you were the ‘special one’ of the family that’s why you were rejected from schools.

Just because you are a rich snobby hick doesn’t make you perfect bitch and look where that got you in your first match against Laura Jackson… a loss.

And don’t expect a win in this match either… while this match is utterly pointless in my eyes, I will still take part and kick ass inside the ring and if you pull the usual shit that dumbass whores say, I am going to laugh in your ugly ass face then drill it with my knees.