I can’t breathe; what do you mean you can’t breathe? It means I can’t breathe; but you’re talking, of course you can breathe. Well it hurts; and why does it hurt? I’ve lost everything! You’ve lost everything? That doesn’t even make sense. I knew you wouldn’t understand; how can I not understand, I’m apart of you. You are? Of course I am... I’m your subconscious. If you’re a part of me then why are we fighting? Because you’re lost. Lost; I like being lost.
***
“Is there any news doctor?”
“It’s as what we feared; she will never be able to bear offspring.”
“Does she know?”
“Of course”
“How’s she taking the news?”
“She’s refusing to believe it.”
“So there’s no hope?”
“Regrettably not, the test results came back inevitable.”
“Does he know?”
“He hasn’t returned in days.”
“Predictable.”
“Have you contacted her family?”
“I’m all the family she needs right now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh I’m sure, she only needs me.”
“And where will you take her, once she’s released?”
“Fairbanks, Alaska”
“Why so far away?”
“He’ll never find her there.”
“I know this is none of my business, but why are you making him out to be such a monster?”
“He did this to her, he forced her to push the friendship with her body and now where is he? Where is he now when she needs him the most?”
“It was my understanding that she told him to stay away?”
“And like the good little puppy he is, he obeyed.”
***
Why am I here? Because you wanted to get away; Away from what? Away from it all, don’t you remember? Of course I remember. Are you sure? I think I would know if I remembered something or not. Alrighty then. So he really didn’t come to see me? Why would he, you chased him away. Well from memory I don’t remember chasing anybody. You know what I meant; oh do I? You’re more confused than I’d care to admit. Don’t you mean we’re more confused? I guess we are.
***
“Where am I?”
“You’re safe here.”
“But where’s here?”
“Fairbanks.”
“Why’s it so fucking cold?”
“Because we’re in Fairbanks Alaska.”
“Why would you kidnap someone and take them into the middle of the snow fields?”
“I didn’t kidnap you!”
“Well I don’t think I ever agreed to come here, that’s for sure.”
“Oh look who’s recovering at a rapid pace.”
“Stop telling me that I’m recovering, I was never sick.”
“But you were sick.”
“I’m sick of you, that’s about the only disease I have ever come face to face with.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I want to go home; he’ll be looking for me.”
“No he won’t.”
“Yes he will, he loves me.”
“He loved you.”
“Loved, you say it as if I’ve already been replaced?”
“Like a stained mattress.”
“I have to go home, he has to know I still love him, this is all a big mistake. We can make it work.”
“He has already chosen.”
“Chosen what?”
“A new play toy.”
“He couldn’t, he loves me.”
“Loved you.”
“Does he know where I am?”
“He does not.”
“Why won’t you tell him?”
“Because, he only needs to know what I want him to know”
“And what about me? What about my wants?”
“There null and void now.”
“I don’t understand, why isn’t he looking for me?”
“You are no use to him anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because you can’t give him what he wants.”
“What does he want? I’ll make it, I’ll give him everything! I could give him the world.”
“He doesn’t want the world he wants children, and you can’t give him children.”
“I can.”
“No you can’t.”
“I CAN.”
“Trust me you can’t, we had you tested.”
“No, I don’t believe you.”
“You better believe me.”
“No, I can’t.”
“You have too, you have no other option.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Me? I’m not doing this to you sweetheart, you did this to yourself.”
***
Why would I do this to myself? You wouldn’t listen. How? We tried to tell you. Who did? We did... he and I, we tried to tell you to slow down. Slow down with what? Trying to dominate everything, we told you not to stress. So this is just stress related, it can be fixed right? Not even close. Why are you lying to me? I’m not lying; you just refuse to accept this. Stop lying to me. Grow up and accept your outcome. But... but I had plans, we had plans. What have I told you about making plans? That they never happen. Exactly.
***
“Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”
“I’m positive.”
“What if you can’t handle it?”
“What if they can’t handle me?”
“What if they have forgotten you?”
“Then I have forgotten them”
“What if they don’t accept you?”
“Simple, then I won’t embrace them”
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I want freedom.”
“But I thought you liked hanging around me?”
“I do, but it’s time.”
“Time. Time for what?”
“Time to go home!”
“You really miss it don’t you?”
“With every bone in my body and with every breath I take.”
“What will happen to us?”
“I’ll be around, plus you’re a part of me remember?”
“You won’t forget me?”
“How could I forget myself?”
“What if you see him?”
“I’ll ignore him.”
“That’s my girl.”
“It’s time; you need to let me go.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“I can’t let you control me, or let you take a hold over me anymore. I need to go, I need to take control.”
“So you will forget me?”
“I won’t.”
“How can you say that for sure?”
“Because my friend, you’re my doubts.”
“I’m your reality check.”
“You’re my anxiety.”
“I’m your guardian angel.”
“You’re my weakness.”
“I’m your strength.”
“It’s time.”
“You’re not ready.”
“Let me go.”
“You need me.”
“You can’t keep me here anymore.”
“Fine then go, just go.”
“I’m already free.”
***
MISTY!
Let’s just start with I know that you’re angry; I know that you’re confused that you have been dumped with this mystery. You need to believe me when I say this regardless of whom ever I was randomly drawn to face in my first week in Sin City Wrestling I was always going to be a mystery. For now you don’t understand but when you see who I am you will understand. When you learn what I’m about you will know me, you will respect me. In fact you may already know me. I’ll never tell the only thing that will give me away will be when you finally come face to face with me in the middle of the ring on Sunday.
You feel burdened as anyone would not knowing what’s coming towards them. The lamb brought to the slaughter if you may. You need to know that it was never my intentions to inspire fear in you. Oh and I know that you’re fearful. This week you will be thinking to yourself, have I done enough? Have I over done it? The typical well mechanical mind of the original bombshell will be left in tatters. My pretty little game plan? Regretfully not but so sinfully yes, you Misty just happened to fall into the wrong place at the wrong time. Nevertheless while you’re scrambling for self reliance this week I know that I can sit back comfortably knowing that I know you, while you know nothing about me. You have no idea what’s heading your way and the best thing about it; there’s nothing you can do about it. Like a fish out of water gasping for air, your doubts will suffocate you.
Every bit of you this week will be aching as you search for clues; well Misty let me help you make your lists. Let me help you make things a little bit easier... here’s who I’m not... I’m not the Amy Marshall, I’m not Diamond, I’m not Emma Rose, I’m not Jade Manendez-Arcador, I’m not Jessie Salco, I’m not Lizzie Short, I’m not Necra, I’m not Roxi Johnson, I’m not Delia, nor am I Traci Patterson or Brandi or even you’re exes sloppy seconds Vixen.
I’m fair worse. I’m someone who knows what you have been through and how you react I’m someone who knows you better then you could imagine. You see I’ve had time to sit back and watch you; I’ve had time to sit back and watch you from the very beginning in Sin City Wrestling. I’ve seen the highs and the lows I’ve seen you walk all over people like they were nothing, only to witness you now bow to their feet pleading for them to forgive you. I’ve seen you betray and I’ve witnessed you being betrayed. I’ve seen you rise and fall, I’ve seen you declare to be the best, I’ve heard you say time and time again that you’re the woman at the top, you’re the Queen...
Regardless of your royalty every reign has an expiry date and this year I witnessed you place one on your own head. Your retirement Misty, it’s coming... and don’t think for one moment I don’t know what your grand plan is either. Predictable is a harsh word, but it’s a cold reality... we all know you want to climb back to the top, we all know that you want to take what Gothika has and make it your own... you want the magical ending, you want the streamers and balloons falling from the ceiling, you want the red carpet, you want the bright lights and the electricity to be flowing from the fans. As much as you want it Misty, I can guarantee that there’s someone out there that wants it more than you. I know that there are a handful of girls out there that want you stopped. It’s only a matter of time before I help lead them.
And I know I can do it.
And if you knew who I was, you would whole heartedly agree with me.
Now let me continue to help you out with your information gathering. Who could I be? Who could I be? I could be the glamorous bitch that they call Cookie. I could be one of your most heated enemies in Roxanne. I could be the alluring Fantasia, I could be the sporadic Odette Ryder, I could be nutty Carly Athens, I could be Harlem bitch Finesse, I could be a tiny Felony, I could be the Bod Shelly, I could be your darling Ruby, I could be the fashionable Danica, the porn star Amanda, or her fearful girlfriend Laura, maybe I’m the bat shit crazy Alexis, or her loveless sister Patricia, I could even be Brooklyn Carter.
Are you taking this all in? I could be anyone of these Bombshells or even better I could be someone completely new, who knows how to ruffle a few feathers. I could be someone that knows how to get what they want by perfectly executing smoke screens. Consider this a magic show Misty and right you’re the rabbit being pulled out of the hat. Just dangling by your ears that are relying on word of mouth. The only thing wrong with that is; news can’t travel fast if there’s no foot prints to lead you to the source.
But if you’re smart enough, you could be licking up the bread crumbs that I have been putting down.
Some people might call it being mysterious; while no doubt I get the feeling you will think I’m doing this to trap you. You will think that me remaining hidden up until game day’s unfair and petty, but now-now let’s not be too judgemental. Let’s face it I’m not doing anything that you wouldn’t have done back in your day when you were making an impact. Consider this a little bit of payback, consider this my move in the game of chess we have been playing since day one.
Consider this my gift to you, oh righteous one.
Come Sunday, you’ll know who I am...
You’ll know what I’m like...
You’ll know I mean business.
Cyrus
Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not wise to run your mouth? This Sunday I have full confidence in my partner Steve... I know that when you two come face to face inside the ring he will stop at nothing to defeat you. Much like I won’t stop until Misty’s shoulders a pinned for the one, two, three onto the hard unforgiving canvas. Steve and I have got this, let’s face it you and Misty don’t stand a chance. You might think Steven not knowing who I am is a downfall but trust me, he knows who I am, and he knows what I’m about.
Dominance
And
Energy
Come Sunday at Climax Control you and you’re partner Misty are going to find out the hard way why sometimes things just don’t work out in your favour.
This tournament we call blast from the past, couldn’t be truer.
This Sunday you’ll see, that is after Steve is done mopping the floor with you.
***
Who could it be?
Is it a debut?
Is it a return?
Who could I be?
The scene opens up in a black room which is only light up by three lights. Just meters underneath the hanging pendulum lights are three white glossy chairs their backs facing towards the camera. The sound of silence is abruptly overtaken by the sound of large clicking heels strutting across a hardwood floor. Coming into the shot are female figures each with their faces covered by lace. The women do their best at hiding their faces from the camera as they all take a seat. Their backs are shown and the lights above them dim. As the three sit in silence for a few moments finally one of the unknowns start to speak.
Female 1: This Sunday at Climax Control, Sin City Wrestling’s going to be graced with the presence of one of us.
As the first females finishes speaking the one in the middle speaks up.
Female 2: Only one of us will see the light of day in the six sided ring.
Her voice was just above a whisper as she speaks with a strong British accent.
Female 3: There can be only one of us that will be lucky enough to know you.
The third accent is rough and rugged but is still effortlessly female.
Female 1: Is it me?
A soft giggle leaves her lips.
Female 2: or is it me?
A smug giggle escapes the female in the middle lips.
Female 3: or is it me?
All of the females join together in a chorus of laughter as the lighting around them lifts just a little displaying one blonde, one brunette and one redhead. The three are dress from head to toe in a sheer white dress not even giving a hit away about their body types.
Female 1: If it was me, you would all have to worry… I’m strong, fast and athletic… I am a force that no one should take on lightly. I am the one they call persistence, like a dog with a bone I never give up, I never back down and I never walk away disappointed. I am the life that Sin City Wrestling needs, you need me… you want me you crave me… you would only be so lucky if it was me that was gracing your ring this week… now will I? Will I be the one with her name in lights? Will I be the one to take the glasses off of the mystery and stare you all in the face?
The confidence drips from her voice as she speaks but she doesn’t get to finish as she gets cut off my female number two.
Female 2: They already have an over dose of confidence in the Bombshell division, what they need is me, they need a quiet girl a good girl a girl that knows how to get the job done but knows not to rub it in everyone’s face. What they need is silent angel, someone that the fans can look up to and admire. A girl that can help lead the way but not be forced down their throats, they need someone who isn’t afraid of losing, who isn’t afraid of coming last because after all they know that this is all in the name of fun. They need the bubbles, rainbows and most of all they need love… they need my love. Only I could give the Sin City Wrestling audience what they truly need and that’s respect…
Before the Blonde British beauty in the middle can finish she is cut off by a loud snort from the redhead sitting at one of the ends.
Female 3: That’s stupid, they don’t need rainbows and kittens, they need aggression, they need danger they need a girl, scratch that they need a WOMAN who’s going to stand up and fight. They need someone new to take over the ranks, they need someone bitter, angry and dominate. They need me… Sin City Wrestling wants me, YOU WANT ME YET I DON’T NEED YOU… but how can I deny they millions what they want? Who am I to kill their dreams? This Sunday get ready to hold onto your hats Sin City Wrestling because I’m coming for you and I’m coming for the top and I can’t wait to wrap my hands around division’s throat and shake the living breathing life out of it. Come Climax Control the mystery is over…
A loud laugh leaves her lips as the brunette’s voice takes over.
Female 1: Come Sunday, you’ll be enjoying the exciting vibes that I will be putting out…
Female 2: Come Sunday you will feel loved, loved by me.
Female 3: Come Sunday, you’ll be eating out of palm of my hands and trust me you’ll enjoy it.
A silence takes over the room once more as the three female’s just sit there as still as they can be.
Female 1: You will enjoy me.
Female 2: You will embrace me.
Female 3: You will bow to me.
Another chorus of laughs begins as the girls start talking again.
Female 1: You need me.
Female 2: I need you.
Female 3: You want me…
The lights in the room slowly lift up once more but still no faces are shown.
Female 1: Will it be me?
Her soft voice seems almost tempting.
Female 2: Will it be me?
Her British accent still doesn’t move over a whisper.
Female 3: Or will it be me?
Her gruff accent is followed up by a harsh sounding laugh. The lights in the room flick on and sitting in front of the three girls is a mirror. Just the basic outlines of their faces can be seen but within a split second the light bulbs all pop and smash down to the ground leaving you to wonder, who will it be? Will it be the brunette? Will it be the blonde? Will it be the redhead? Will it be persistence? Will it be young innocence? Or will it be brute strength and domination?
You’ll find out this week.
In fact find out this Sunday.
Come Climax Control, the Mystery’s over.
