[Amy Marshall]

 1st November 2015
Climax Control 129
Palacio de los Deportes Virgilio Travieso Soto
Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

The first round of the Going for the gold tournament, and I was drawn against Samantha Marlowe, who was making her return after being destroyed by The Fallen a few months back.  And while I wasn’t too bothered about whether I progressed or not, I still made an effort in the match but it was Samantha Marlowe who came out on top and was now advancing to the next round.

\\\  Amy rolls Sam over near the ropes and pins her but Marlowe manages to put her foot on the bottom rope in a weak kick out attempt which stops the count. Amy can’t believe it and starts to argue with the referee saying that she should be the winner of the match. Getting to her feet, Amy holds up her arms like she has won but the referee pulls them down as Sam pulls herself up by the ropes. Amy turns to attack once more but is stopped by a spear from Marlowe. In the middle of the ring, Sam wraps her legs around a downed Amy Marshall and then grabs at her head. Amy tries to fight it but Sam attempts to get her arm around the head of Marshall.

Marshall struggles to power out of the hold but Sam grabs her head and then in desperation tucks it into her arm applying the choke hold. Amy fights it until Sam rears back putting too much pressure on Amy forcing the tap. Sam lets go of the hold at the sound of her music starting to play.

Justin Decent: Your winner, by submission…SAM MARLOWE! ///

Rolling myself out of the ring coughing and spluttering, giving myself a few moments to recover, I pull myself to my feet, ignoring the fact that Veronica Taylor had come to ring and attack Sam, I slowly make my way away from the ring and up the ramp to the backstage area, where I am met by the sight of Joey and Scott Oliver talking.

“Uh hi guys”

I grab some water and take some in before sitting down on the nearest crate, where I rub my neck and stretch a little.

“Sorry Amy… how are you? Looked like a brutal end.”

Joey asked.

“I’m good. And the move didn’t hurt much… just tough to escape.”

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

Scott butted in.

“Sure… but be quick.”

I shrugged.

“Thanks… Firstly what is it like to be out in the first round of the tournament?”

“Relief.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a weight off my shoulders, and I don’t want any more title shots for a while.”

I shrugged, as I rubbed my neck.

“Why?”

He asked once more.

“I just need a break away for my sanity.”

I explained in an honest way.

“Ok… how far do you think Sam will go and who will be the winner of the tournament?”

Scott continued.

“She will go out second round and far as the winner… don’t really care, as long as they beat Mikah or at least knock her down a few pegs.”

I answered honestly.

“Well thank you Amy and see you around.”

“Yeah”

I frown, as Scott Oliver walks off leaving me and Joey Alone.

“So what were you guys talking about?”

I query.

“Nothing exciting…  come lets go back to the locker room, looks like you need a neck massage.”

Joey said grabbing my hand.

“Sound like a plan.”

I smile, as I grip his hand, as the scene soon fades out with myself and Joey heading back down the corridor and towards the locker room.


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8th November 2015
Climax Control 130
Kingston, Jamaica
University of the West Indies.

The scene opens up inside the University of the West Indies for Climax Control 130, where Amy wasn’t booked for this week and instead she hung out backstage with Joey, Jessie- who also wasn’t booked for that card, Jake and Shane as they prepared to settle down and watch the show.

“This is nice.”

Amy says ignoring the first match on the TV.

“Yeah, we haven’t hug out for a while.”

Jessie says with a nod.

“My fault to be honest.”

Amy said with a shrug.

“She can’t get enough of my charming good looks.”

Joey smirked as he insinuated the reason for not hanging out with Jessie.

“Such an ass. And that isn’t the main reason.  Just time and of course being a little busy.”

Amy shrugged.

“It’s cool.”

Jessie said with a smirk, as she turned her attention back to the TV.

“This should be interesting.”

Jessie referred to Roxi Johnson vs. Twisted Sister, as she and I leant forward and watch the match intently.

\\\ Twisted Sister finally emerges from under the ring, appearing empty handed to Roxi, but she’s clutching something in her hands. She’s crouched forward and when she turns around, Roxi leaps off the top turnbuckle right towards her! The look on her face turns horrified however, as Twisted Sister’s hand comes into view and she has a steel chain wrapped around it and she nails Roxi in the head as Roxi crashes against her and Jasmine immediately calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman you winner by disqualification and advancing to the next round…Roxi Johnson!!

Jasmine immediately exits the ring to check on both women. Twisted Sister has disappeared, having crawled under the ring, as Roxi is holding her head. As the camera zooms in a little closer blood can be seen on Roxi’s hand and Jasmine St. John calls for medical attention! A few moments later, Roxi’s wife and tag team partner, Keira, dashes down the ring with medical personnel following behind her as the head over to check on Roxi.

Keira and the medical staff help Roxi back to her feet, and there is a large gash in Roxi’s forehead and she’s dazed and confused. As Keira and the others help Roxi towards the back, a loud noise startles them, and they turn around.

Twisted Sister has emerged from under the ring wielding a chainsaw and she’s has turned it on! She revs it up as she stares right at Roxi with a crazed smile on her face! Keira looks horrified as she tries to quickly get Roxi towards the back and Twisted Sister tries to give chase with the chainsaw! Security guards surround Twisted Sister as Roxi and Keira disappear backstage. ///

“Holy shit!”

Amy looks at Jessie, who looks as equally shocked by everything, as Amy gets to her feet.

“Where are you going?”

“To check on Roxi…”

“Why?”

“Friend or foe… I want to see if she ok. That shit is fucked up.”

Amy said, as she leaves the locker room and quickly walks towards the curtain area, where she sees the area swamped with security and medics, as Amy spots the dazed and confused Roxi Johnson being ushered by EMT’s and Keira Fisher.  This doesn’t stop Amy, as she approaches Roxi.

“Hey… are you ok?”

Amy asks with concern and then looks at Roxi’s wife.

“Just don’t.  I was asking Roxi… not you.”

Amy glares at Keira, but refrains from any further actions considering what just happened.

“I…I’m ok… I think.”

Roxi said not sure what to say or even answer, as the medic ushers her away, as Keira shrugs and follows them, leaving Amy and a whole load of security and other lookers alone, as they wonder how they will be escorting Twisted Sister away.

The scene soon fades out, as Amy back away from the masses and heads back to the changing room, to watch the rest of the show, although she and Jessie would be maybe a little distracted from the sickening act from Twisted Sister on Roxi.


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9th November 2015
Kingston, Jamaica
Half Moon Resort

The scene opens inside the half-moon resort, where we see Amy slowly packing up her stuff, as she prepares to head to Cuba for Climax Control 131, where she is set to face off against Alexis Edwards for the Internet Championship. However, for now she was focused on packing and catching the flight to Havana, heading into the bathroom she grabbed her hair products, make up, toothbrush and toothpaste and returned back into the main area, where she peers out onto the balcony front, wondering how much longer Joey was going to be on his phone call.

Sighing, Amy places her stuff into the suitcase before, as she watches Joey hang up and return inside.

“What was that about?”

Joey places his cell on the bed.

“I have to head back home... to Santa Rosa.  I’m needed on some business in Sacramento. I can’t get out of it. Sorry.”

Joey places a hand on Amy shoulder.

“It’s fine.  When do you have to go?”

Amy queried with some sadness in her voice.

“I’ve booked a last minute flight out.  The flight leaves in a couple of hours. I will watch your match from home and have my fingers crossed for you.”

Joey flashes his gorgeous smile, before pulling Amy close and hugs her.
“I’ll miss you.”

Amy says holding him tight and inhaling his fragrance.

“Me too. Anyway less hugging… you have a flight to catch.”

“Shit Yeah!”

“I’ll come with you to the airport and see you off. I’m quite jealous that you are going to Cuba. Always wanted to try a genuine Cuban cigar.”

“I’ll buy you one.”

Amy said, as she grabs her remaining shoes and clothes and begins to fold them neatly into the suitcase, while pacing the shoes on top.

“Thanks.”

Joey looks at Amy for a moment, before picking up a shoe and placing it on the bed.  He then takes a look around for anything else, as he soon contemplates having to pack his own bag for the flight back to California.

“Aren’t you packing?”

Amy queried, as places the last item into the suitcase before zipping it, as she grabs her camera and laptop bags and places them on top before grabbing a small bag and rummaging through it, as she checks for her passport, keys, wallet and various other bits and pieces.

“I’ll pack my bits after I’ve dropped you off at the airport. It’s not a million miles away. So are you ready?”

Joey explains and asks.

“I think so. I’ve got everything.”

“Good.  Let me give you a hand.”

Joey grabs Amy’s suitcase, while she picks up her camera case, laptop bag and her small bag and they head out of the hotel and towards the hire car they hired for the week. Where the scene soon fades out with Amy’s stuff being loaded into the trunk of the car and Joey and Amy climbing into the car and Joey driving them to the airport.


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12th November 2015
Havana, Cuba
Vlog

I was a little surprised and stunned that I would get a match like this, I thought I would be too far down the pecking order and that I wouldn’t be getting another title shop for months.

To be honest… I don’t deserve this shot, it belongs more to Lucy Seraphina since she lost it.  I’m surprised that the Twifallen (Twilight/Fallen) reject hasn’t bitched about it. Although she doesn’t say much in the first place, so why would she bother.

Anyway… no doubt our so called Internet champion would vouch and say that i shouldn’t be in this match nor getting a title shot.

But…

While I am undeserving, I’m not going to exactly lie down and let Alexis have an easy match for her sake, it would be completely dumb not to take advantage and try to become a three time champion. Although I doubt I could handle losing my first defence.

Anyway Alexis Edwards.

Not such a nobody anymore… more like an over opinionated spoilt little princess with the mouth as big as Donald Trump’s who evidently likes to rehash my opinions about first title defences, congrats Alexis way to show originality and make yourself stand out. You see while I said it defines you as person, I said nothing about nerves… and my defence I was never nervous, I was never doubting myself, I was always ready and prepared… maybe too over prepared… but I always tried hard and nobody can fault me for that.

Although when you are going for a title… we all become try-hards and push hard and work hard just to capture the title only to fail at the defence hurdle.  So you may expect an upset and maybe a few tears and some toys being thrown out of a pram, as Alexis won’t be pinning me, but I will be pinning Alexis.

Like it or not Alexis I am in this match…

You can bitch, you can moan, you can stamp your feet… but I don’t make the matches OUR bosses make the matches and while I have stated in the past that i am shying away from title matches, they obviously see me as the money maker of the show and obviously you need a little help.

You see Alexis, I have no plans to chance after any titles… I am here to wrestle.

Do you realise how elated I was to lose to Sam Marlowe a few weeks back in the going for gold tournament.

Anyway…enough of this bitching and how bitter you sound… I don’t know about you, but I’m wrestling Sunday night for the Internet title. As I said like it or not I am in this match, I am going to wrestle, I am going to kick your pathetic bitter ass all over the ring.

I will show that you are still that pathetic attention seeking rookie with just a big mouth and very little skill.

Sunday night I am bouncing back and knocking you down a few pegs.