[Amy Marshall]

 20th September 2015
Estadio Luna Park - Buenos Aires, Argentina
Climax Control #126

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner and the NEWWWW Bombshell Internet Champion…LUCY SERAPHINA!!!!

Those words uttered by Justin Decent shattered my heart into a million pieces, as Lucy Seraphina become the new Internet champion.   I don’t know if it was the pressure of the situation or i was too over confident, but what happened inside the ring… I ended up defining myself as a loser and someone who cannot keep a title for shit.  I disappointed myself and disappointed my fans – I fought hard to win the title back from Roxi… and it took one match against someone who has been barely in the company five minutes to take it away.

Moments after Lucy had pinned me, I got back to my feet, as I look at Lucy celebrating… celebrating her first title win, celebrating beating me… celebrating my failure… but I couldn’t fault her for tenacity and the heart she showed… I wanted to leave there and then and get severely drunk.  However, it wouldn’t be happening, as Lucy want to shake hand, which I obliged in doing so

As I grabbed her hand, the crowd commotion rose, thinking it was for me and her… I gave a small smile, but quickly my smile changed as Alexis slides into the ring and jumps back to her feet then dives towards me, delivering a forearm to the back of my head that sends me crashing against Lucy!

Leaving me stunned and disorientated, it gets only worse as I feel several boots to my head and then my face and head driven into the mat, from what feels like a leg drop, but before I could get my bearings or even fight back, I feel myself being pulled back up but I quickly fall to the mat, as I wonder what the hell is happening.

I push myself up a little, as I shake my head and regain my bearings, I look over at Lucy, who appears to be fighting Alexis Edwards.  Why was she interfering, she had no right to be here… just why.  I push myself up to my feet looking to fight back but as soon as I do get to my feet…

Pain and blackness.

Slowly coming too backstage, my head throbbed and I was confused… Slowly sitting up, I look around to find that I am in the medical room, holding my head I feel a large lump at the back of my skull.

“Fuck”

I utter under my breath, as a medic returns to the room.

“Ah… you are awake. Do you want any aspirin and ice?”

“Please… what happened?”

I asked still foggy on the whole situation.

“You were attacked by Alexis Edwards, she hit you from behind with the Internet title.”

The medic explained, as he grabbed aspirin, water and an ice pack and handed them to me.  I take the water and aspirin and swallow them, before taking the ice pack and place it on the back of my head.

“Do I have a concussion?”

I ask, worried that I can’t get revenge.  As the medic grabs his medical case and comes back over, where he pulls out a light pen and beams it into my eyes.

“Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous, aside from the headache?”

“Nope.”

“Stand up,”

I climb off the trolley and stand before the medic.

“Close your eyes and keep still.”

I do as he asks and I don’t move.

“Good…. Well these are the basic checks for concussions.  You just have a bump on the head and a headache. No concussion. However, if your headaches persist, go to the doctor immediately.”

“Sure.”

I nod, as I adjust the ice pack on my head.

“Feel free to go.”

“Thanks.”

I make my way out of the medical room, as I look around to see everyone packing up and preparing to leave, which meant that Pussy Willow, Rocky Mountains and Scott Oliver have left, which mean no stupid interviews about what happened out there.

And if they did ask... I would let them know that I can’t remember anything, and it would be more speculation of why Alexis did what she did and as for Lucy’s win… I messed up and that I would be cashing in my rematch as soon as physically possible.

I then turn and head down the corridor, as I head back to the changing room, where I just wanted to shower and change and go to bed, however, with a pounding headache it is going to b a long night. The scene fades out as I close the locker room door behind.


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Monday 28th September 2015
Santa Marta, Colombia

The scene opens up on Amy jogging down one of the many white sandy beaches of Santa Marta, as she focuses on the running not the distractions of the bright blue sea, the white Columbian sand and the beautiful scenery that surrounds these. The only thing she sees and hears in the music blaring from her iPod and what is in front of her.

Noticing a quieter part of the beach further down, where it’s just a few rocks and fallen trees, Amy heads that way, where she stops and stretches a little before sitting down on the nearest rock and takes in some water.

Looking out over the blue sea, it gives Amy a chance to collect her thoughts, as she turns off her iPod.

“Santa Marta is a beautiful city.”

A male voice interrupts Amy’s thoughts and peace.

“I had noticed… too busy training.”

Amy said abruptly - a little annoyed at being disturbed.

“Why would you train, when you have beauty and history here?”

“I appreciate beauty, but when you have to focus on kicking ass… it kind of flies out of the window.”

Amy said closing her eyes and letting some of the sun hit her glistening skin, until the sun is blocked out by this annoying stranger.

“You look and sound familiar”

Amy opens her eyes and look up at the man before her.

“I’m Amy Marshall…  I wrestle for Sin City Wrestling.”

Amy said.

“No that’s not it.”

At this point, Amy rolls her eyes.

“Maybe you are a big fan of my movies what movie did you like? Roxxxie’s solo adventures?”

Amy suggested since that was pretty popular at the time.

“I preferred… Roxxxie fucks the new guy… Joey Santino.”

“Huh? Wait… what?”

Amy raises an eyebrow and takes a better look at this man before here.
“Joey?”

Amy queried… as she just about remembers the man from her past.


<Center>~*~*~ Flashback ~*~*~</Center>

Point Pleasant, NJ
September 2007

The scene opens up facing the blue sea of the Atlantic Ocean, where the waves lightly lap the white sandy beach, in which the beach is deserted except for a few late holiday goers further down the beach sunning themselves.  As the camera pans around, we see a gorgeous 3 bed apartment with glass front doors and large wooden deck looking over the beach. The deck itself is sparsely decorated with a few pot plants, along with a few sun loungers and a small table with an umbrella.

However, soon the empty deck is made busy, as four people – one carrying a camera, one with a silver make-up box and two other people dressed in beach wear (Green Bikini and blue checker swimming trunks.)  One of those people we recognised as Amy Marshall… however, back then, she was known a Roxxxie – they prepare to film a scene.

‘Roxxxie’ sits on one of the sun loungers, as the make-up person begins to apply her make-up, whole her filming companion looks on in awe of the scenery, however, deep down his stomach was in knots.

“Hey relax.”

‘Roxxxie’ says, as she opens her eyes up to look at her co start for the day, as she notices his stance and tenseness in his muscles.

“What is your name by the wa? Sorry I didn’t ask before.”

‘Roxxxie’ queried, as he lets out heavy breath and turns and sticks his hand out.

“Joey… Joey Santino”

‘Roxxxie’ takes his hand and shakes it, before letting go.

“Well Joey Santino… I can tell you are nervous.  But you have no reason too, I am not going to bite… unless you won’t me too. But just relax.”

Joey smirks and blushes a little.

“I don’t know why I am nervous… I’ve done some amateur stuff before.”

“It’s nothing compared to the professional stuff.  How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

‘Roxxxie’ probed.

“It’s fine… I’m 30.”

Joey leans against the fence, as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Wow… late starter.”

Joey shakes his head, as his nerves return.

“I was kidding Joey… just breath.”

‘Roxxxie’ gives him a warm smile.

“Scaring the newbie already Rox?”

The camera man looks up, as he does his final checks etc…

“Nah… he will be just fine.”

‘Roxxxie’ said reassuringly.

“I hope so… don’t want the kid vomiting on the deck. The boss won’t be too pleased.”

“Yeah… I must thank him for letting us use this place… I’ve never had the chance to film here before.”

‘Roxxxie’ said soaking in some of the sun for a moment, as she adjust her bikini top.

“Right… you know the brief?”

“Yup… play with myself, get caught by cute passer by… invite him on deck… and then some sucking and fucking etc…”

“Ever the pro Rox. You understand the brief Joey?”

“Yeah.”

He said.

“Well in that case… get into your positions and we can start.”

“Great.”

‘Roxxxie’ stands to her feet, where she quickly stretches, as she looks over at the ever increasing nervous looking Joey.

“Relax Joey.”

‘Roxxxie’ places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, which helps only a little.  He smiles at her before turning and going through the gate and a few yards down the beach.  Amy meanwhile, grabs a towel and places it on the lounger before laying down on it.

“And…. Action.”

The scene fades out, due to the not so PG happenings on that deck.


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“Hi Stranger.”

Amy gets to her feet and hugs him.

“Wow… sorry… just having trouble remembering your face.  You look good.”

“And you.”

Joey smiles, as Amy lets go.

“Thanks… what have been up to?”

Amy asks.

“This and that… travelling the world… you?”

“Oh god… lots of stuff… quit performing, started up a couple of business and new career.”

Amy gave a brief rundown.

“So no more Roxxxie?”

Amy shakes her head.

“Dead and buried. I’m using my real name these days. How about yourself, still with THAT Company?”

Amy asks, trying to avoid naming her former employers.

“Nah… I quit five years ago. I went onto pursue something more constructive and travel around.  So wrestling… different direct from porn. Have you killed off all of your past?”

Joey asks.

“Not totally… one of the businesses I run… is an adult entertainment company called 3-X Productions. As for the wrestling… I love it, I’m currently touring with the company I work for.”

Amy explains.

“Nice… you must tell me where you have been, so we can compare notes.  In fact how about we get off this beach and find something to eat and compare those notes.”

Joey suggested.

“Sure.”

Amy takes in some more water, as she takes a moment to watch Joey slowly walk away, before putting her water away.  She hadn’t seen the man in 8 years and in those 8 years, he had changed a lot… from his physical appearance to his confidence.

“You coming?”

“Uh yeah.”

Amy began moving, as she snapped out of her day dream and quickly caught up with Joey. The scene soon fades as Amy and Joey head down the beach, where they once again talk.


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30th September 2015
Marina Fitness Centre.

The scene opens inside the Marina Fitness Centre in down town Santa Marta, where we see Amy and Jessie Salco inside the quiet gym, as Amy stands in the centre of the boxing ring with a heavy bag wearing shorts, t-shirt and some boxing gloves, as Jessie who isn’t too far away is working out hard preparing for what is to come at High Stakes.

“So who is this Joey Santino guy?”

Jessie asks as she comes up during one of her stomach crunches.

“Just a friend.”

“A friend huh… if he was just a friend, you wouldn’t be slacking on the training front.”

Jessie smirked, as she continued her stomach crunches as her bruises from the brawl at Climax Control caught the light a few times.

“We were catching up and well he is kind of gorgeous.”

Amy gave the heavy bag a couple of punches before giving it a firm kick.

“Kind of gorgeous?”

“Ok… he is fucking hot.”

Amy admitted, as smiled and shook her head as she continued to use her Maui Thai skills on the heavy bag.

“There is nothing straight forward about your relationships… not even this Joey Santino guy.  So when was the last time you saw him?”

“Around 2007, we filmed a scene together. That’s was the last and only time I met him.”

“Brief.”

“Yeah… so how about you and Steve Ramone working together.”

Amy changed the subject referring to the brawl between Steve, Jessie, Tim Staggs and the female masked nobody.

“Common enemy etc…”

“Ok…”  Amy frown as she gives the heavy bag a few hard kicks before delivering a few more punches. “I think it was more joining in the fray and unleashing all your frustration on that random nobody.”

Jessie sits up for a moment.

“Yeah… I’m not really going to deny that… it was purely to make a point that I wasn’t going to let them get to me.”

“Worked… how are the cuts and bruises?”

“Tender… but they are nothing with I have planned for that masked nobody.”

Amy stopped and stretched a little.

“I would hate to be her.”

Jessie chuckled.

“So how about you… ready for this tag team match?”

Jessie quested.

“Not really… but I still have time to catch up with training.”

Amy said as steps back from heavy bag and grabs a bottle of water.

“What about Joey and Alexis?”

“Joey understands that I have to train and Alexis… I’m not too worried about her, she has her hands full with Roxi this week.  If she knows what’s good for her, she should focus on Roxi and not me. But if she does stick her nose in… then I’m ready.”

Amy leans against the boxing ring ropes.

“Good.  Don’t need a man and some uninteresting random nobody distracting you, as you try and get back the Internet title.”

Jessie shrugs, although she does have a small point.

“Harsh… but a little true.  Joey will understand that I need to focus.  Anyway… I need to get out of the ring.”

“And do what?”

“Yoga”

Amy said with a smile, as Jessie shook her head, where she did one more stomach crunch before climbing off the machine and take in some water.

“You do that and I’m going on the treadmill.”

The scene soon fades out, as Jessie gets up and heads over to the treadmill, while Amy peels off the boxing gloves and climbs out of the ring, before heading over to the mats, where she stretches a little, before focusing on starting some yoga.


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2nd October 2015
University of Santa Marta

Tag team action this week.. and I am not even partnered with Jessie, instead I am partnered with Candy Overton. Who even names there kids Candy these days? Seriously their parents must have been during childbirth.

Anyway… message to my tag team partner for Climax Control… Candy, I say this to every tag team partner I get except for Jessie… stay out of my way and I will stay out of your way.  Yes you are battling Melanie Gabrielle for the Roulette title, but I have my own battle to get back the Internet title.   Get in my way and I will knock you on your ass.

So Melanie Gabrielle firstly..

I may not be challenging for the roulette title, but I have no hesitation coming up against you and even helping Candy in her attempt at capturing the roulette title.  Hell I have absolutely no hesitation in kicking your ass and even pinning you to get that little bit advantage going into High Stakes V.

You see Melanie, I don’t care about you or the Roulette title… I care about kicking Lucy’s ass and I care about my rematch.  You are just collateral in my mistake, and a mistake that I am going to rectify.

Good luck against Candy..

Now for the main reason we are here…

Lucy Seraphina.

Two weeks ago, I didn’t plan on a number things to happen in that match. I didn’t plan on losing to you, I didn’t plan on losing my title and I certainly didn’t plan for Alexis Edwards to interfere in the match.  And trust me when I say that I had nothing to do with that...

But as you have gathered, I have activated my rematch clause, much to the dismay of little miss nobody rant on twitter, but it appears we are facing off against each other High Stakes V, but that’s still weeks away and we have this match on Sunday.

So this Sunday, Candy and I are facing off against you and Melanie, but I don’t really care about your partner nor Candy and their battle.  It’s all about our fight and me recapturing the Internet title.  You see Lucy two weeks ago, I don’t know what happened… I don’t know if I was distracted or unprepared … but you had my number and you pinned me far and square.

And while I felt heart broken and annoyed at losing, we both had more pressing issues post match, however, this time around things will be different… Sunday night Candy and I will be walking away victorious and get that upper hand going into High Stakes.

And at High Stakes, I won’t be making the same mistakes… I will actually scout you, I will watch your promos, I will watch your matches… I want to take back what I mine… something I fought damn hard to win from Roxi.

That Internet title is coming back to me like it or not.

And Sunday night will be the beginning of the end of your short reign… I will see you Sunday comrade Seraphina.