Miss Manners: “If there is a single universal truth to be believed about We as Americans and this once proud Nation we call home, it is the fact that we have an overwhelming sense of self. A patriotic superiority complex if you will. No matter what we do, no matter where we are nor who we are with, in our minds? We are always right and anyone who does not call America home is always wrong. And the worst part about this self-confidence we have as a nation is that we take it to foreign countries and expect them to cater to us.”

“Simply because of who we believe ourselves to be.”



Tourist: “What the hell is this I said I wanted a Big Mac!”

Employee: “Is there a problem?”

Tourist: “Uh, duh! Yes there is a problem! I ordered a Big Mac and your idiot employee gave me this!”

The tourists waved at the tray that was on the counter in front of them, showing their complete order of a large diet Coke, an order of fries and a Big Mac but one that was made of chicken. Not beef.

Employee: “Sir, I'm afraid I don't understand what the issue is. This is a Big Mac.”

The tourist all but rolled his eyes.

Tourist: “Oh my god, you people are so stupid! This is not a Big Mac! This is…well I don't know what this is! A Big Mac it's made with hamburger! Beef! Beeeef!”

By now the little rampage from the entitled tourist has drawn much attention as heads all over the fast food place have turned towards the source of the free entertainment.

Employee: “Sir, this is India.”

Tourist: “I know where I am! I'm not stupid!”

Employee: “I never said you were. But in India, we do not serve beef. Cows are sacred here.”

The tourist stared at the employee as if he had a second head sprouting from his shoulder. It was only then that he felt the eyes on him and he turned his head and found everyone present simply staring at him. Some with a degree of hostility.

Tourist: “What are you all looking at!?”

The tourist turned back to face the employee behind the counter. With a haughty sense of self-righteousness, he stuck his nose in the air and cleared his throat with a ‘harumph’.

Tourist: “Well in America, we know how to make a Big Mac! And we don't waste our time catering to locals!”

That being said, the American tourist turned his nose up at everyone and marched out.

Miss Manners: “Which, of course, is a complete fabrication. If there is anything Americans are good at, it's catering to themselves. Much to the point that when we go to another country, we expect that country to cater to us as well.”

Tourist: “English!”


The American tourist, the prototypical Karen with the bleach blonde, swept hairdo, pink tank top, white shorts and high tops, with a coffee in one hand and her handbag slung over her opposite shoulder, was accosting one of the airport employees at a security checkpoint. Merely because the employee was not allowing her to pass security carrying the large bottle of perfume in her bag.

Tourist: “This is absolutely ridiculous! How can you not understand me!? Why don't you learn English!?”

The airport employee was getting annoyed, and this statement only double down on his mental state as how could anybody say such a thing? How could you go to a foreign country and expect THEM to speak YOUR language?

Tourist: “Maybe you people should go back to where you come from!”

Miss Manners: “Is it really any wonder why so many other countries dislike us? Here we are in the Jewel of the world, France nonetheless, who we have epitomized as being an arrogant country when really they pale by comparison to our own sense of self-worth.”

“I can recall a few years ago during the pandemic, when travel was restricted or outright forbidden into other countries, but did Americans care? Some yes, others not so much. There were stories of smug, self delusional fools who actually hopped on their boats in the Northern states and transverse across the Great Lakes and snuck into Canada for a little vacation. And they turned off their electronic devices on board so as not to be tracked by the Coast Guard or any authority. And why? Because they knew what they were doing was wrong but they simply did not care. They would arrive at the docks of small shops and just waltz right in with no small amount of pride, no masks or social distancing. And when confronted…?”


Tourist: “You know what!? I wish America had invaded Canada and taken over! Then maybe you Canadians wouldn’t be so smug!”

Clerk: “Actually, sir, America did attempt to invade Canada. In 1775 and the Revolutionary War in 1812. We won both times.”

The tourist’s face turned red at the very idea that not only did the clerk have the gall to try ands tell he and his family they had to wear masks, but that Canada bested the American army more than once???

Tourist: “Well, I’m not so sure about that! I may have to check in…”

Clerk: “You are free to check in, but do so in your own country. Because my coworker just took down the details of your boat outside and we will be contacting the authorities!”

Tourist: “Y-you… you can’t… F**K YOU!”

And the tourist turned on his heel and quickly ushered his family out the doors. Only then did the clerk look to his coworker and give the nod for her to call the authorities about the Americans who had illegally crossed over into Canada.


France remains one of the single most sought after tourist destinations, ranking amongst the highest out of all the countries named. The very beauty of the nation, along with the people and everything there was to be offered, no matter which town or what province. Hence, the arrival of Sin City Wrestling to commemorate the Battle of Vimy Ridge was something that had many eager to celebrate. The SCW Universe itself was hungry for the type of wrestling action that the SCW Superstars and Bombshells had to offer, while the men and women of SCW were given the opportunity to visit a new country on its 2024 Battlegrounds tour. A country many never would have had the chance to visit otherwise.

And while some men and women of SCW were visiting the sites in and around the closest city to Vimy Ridge, which in this case would be Arras, others were taking the time to simply relax and soak up some local atmosphere.

One of those people being SCW’s very own “Paragon of Virtue, “ Miss Manners. We find Miss Manners in the aforementioned coffee shop, a popular destination for tourist and local alike. Having arrived early enough in the day so as to get a prominent table in the courtyard by the streets, Miss Manners sat in the comfortable chair beneath the umbrella to better shield herself from the warm sun. She waited patiently until a young man in a crisp, starched shirt and black tie with matching slacks, arrived at her table with a tray in hand.

Waiter: “Votre café madame.”

He said as he set down the popular chocolat latte and a fresh biscotti before her. Miss Manners smiled tightly at the handsome young Frenchman.

Miss Manners: “Merci beaucoup.”

The young waiter smiled and excused himself, returning to work as Miss Manners picked up her latte and sipped carefully at the hot drink.

Miss Manners: “Yes indeed, I spoke French. I am not fluent by any means but after all, when in a foreign country, whether for business or pleasure, you take the initiative to learn at least a bit of the language so you are not flapping about like some fish out of water. It would otherwise be quite foolish to travel to such a jewel of a nation, expecting the citizens to speak my language for my own ease. I know that many American tourists do just that, but I am certain you can agree that I am not your typical American tourist.”

“I am, however, quite grateful for this opportunity. Well, opportunities. I have never had the pleasure to come to France, be it for business or pleasure, but thanks to this tour honoring the greatest battle sites in history, I have been given this dream of a lifetime. And unlike many, I have not squandered it. I have taken this once in a lifetime opportunity to enjoy not just the ambience of France, but it’s culture and history as well.”

“Like many of my peers in the ring, I too visited the Vimy Ridge Memorial, but unlike these young tarts who have no manners or respect, I simply observed. I listened to the tour guides. I did not cross the barriers like some just so I could take a selfie of myself in front of the memorial structure while making those ridiculous duck lips! I had hoped that stupidity had died out years ago but some of those girls just can’t seem to help themselves.”

“But there is still another opportunity I’ve been given with this ‘working holiday’ if you will. And that is the chance to step foot inside of the ring again, to face this so-called ‘Southern belle’ with a Russian name; Nakita Niles, correct? An interesting specimen I suppose. How does a woman from … Cobb County, Georgia came to have a name one might expect from a KGB agent? I suppose that’s of little importance. I’m just by nature a curious sort and it was just a passing fancy of a thought.”

“What really stood out is the fact this Southern sass sees herself as something of a military type, which is terribly ironic as the military - be it army, navy, air force or marines, are seen as the shining example of all things American - and my interests were with how we as Americans held ourselves when in a different nation. I would hope that Nakita behaved herself and acted as a proper lady but given her recent actions, I have my doubts.”

“What doubts are those, you might ask? Well, getting involved in a match you had no business being a part of, for a start. Directly costing Bea Barnhart and Konrad Raab an opportunity to advance in the Blast From the Past tournament did not speak very highly of you as a lady, now did it Nakita? Oh certainly you can cry that Missus Barnhart took the initiative first in a previous match that cost you and Caleb Storms, but it’s not like the two of you had much of a chance anyway. And after all, two wrongs do not make a right.”

“A lady would know and understand this, but so far? You have proven yourself to be anything but a lady. Part of me wonders if you have any true ties to our wonderful men and women in uniform or if you’re more like those pompous military wives who believe they should be saluted according to their husband’s rank. Who think being a military wife is a true calling and one tougher than most. Is that you, La Femme Nakita? Are you a true warrior, a true soldier? Or are you more a pretender who is just waiting to be exposed to the world? Stolen valor is, after all, a felony.”

Miss Manners shrugged.

Miss Manners: “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”

Tourist: “What do you mean I can’t pay with this!?”

The outburst gave Miss Manners pause and she, like everyone else close by, turned their heads to see an American tourist giving the previous young waiter a hard time. The tourist had in his hands, a handful of dollar bills - American currency.

Waiter: “Sir, this is France. We do not accept foreign currency.”

Tourist: “This is not foreign currency! This is American currency!”

Miss Manners turned away from the spectacle and sighed, massaging her temples with her fingers as the scene closed out.

The first in-ring encounter did not go entirely as planned by one of SCW’s newest signings to the Bombshell roster, but it wasn’t a complete failure. When Miss Manners met Beatrice Barnhart in singles competition, true it was Beatrice who emerged victorious but the aftermath was where the real success story had begun where Miss Manners was concerned. Because she had gone into that match with the sole purpose of beating some “good manners” into Missus Barnhart and following the match itself, Beatrice had not been so loud or boisterous as she had been when she had first attracted the attention of the “Snake Bite of Social Etiquette”.

Known as ‘Miss Manners’ by both her loyal and rabid readers, and by the fans of Sin City Wrestling, she was sitting in her preferred window seat up front of the plane in - where else? - First Class. Being the paragon of etiquette and good manners had its perks, and the traveling advantages of being seated in First Class and all of it’s afforded luxuries was one of them.

But make no mistake! Just because she was in First Class did not mean that she saw herself as having any less responsibility as any other passenger back in coach. In fact, she preferred to see herself as the sort who should lead by example to all other passengers and if they seemed resistant, well… that was because some people were resistant to change. And changing yourself and your “Main Character” Syndrome was perhaps the biggest self alteration one could endeavor to undertake. The plane had yet to disembark as passengers were still filing in to find their seats, but that meant no less to Miss Manners who sat stoically in her purchased seat, hands calmly in her lap with her one carry-on stowed away in the luggage compartment overhead. Unlike other passengers, she brought nothing of importance to stuff under the seat in front of her. In her mind, to do so invited temptation to another passenger or worse, the possibility of someone tripping when exiting should the unthinkable occur. She brought a single book to keep herself entertained for the flight to Henderson, Nevada. That was enough.

Miss Manners was thoughtful like that.

Woman: Excuse me?

Miss Manners turned her head to look up at the woman in a fake polyester business suit and far too much makeup, her hair lingering with the scent of the dollar store hairspray she used to tame that jungle into some sort of feasible entanglement of bleached curls.

Woman: Hi, this is my seat.

The woman pointed at the seat directly beside Miss Manners, who raised a perfectly coiffed eyebrow.

Miss Manners: Yes?

Woman: I was wondering if you’d mind terribly trading seats with my husband back in coach? We’d like to sit together.

The woman gave her a fake, tight-lipped smile – you know the sort. The ghastly smile that they believed to be charming when expecting you to do whatever it was that they wanted. However Miss Manners was not just anyone, and she was a woman of the world enough to know where this was headed. So she just turned her head to look forward and replied simply and politely.

Miss Manners: No thank you. I prefer where I’m seated.

The woman stood there surprised she did not get her way, the fake smile having fallen from her face just as her mouth hung open silently. She was aghast - simply aghast - that this woman did not give her what she wanted straight away. She then placed a hand over her heart, intending to subtly showcase her wedding ring.

Woman: But … It's my husband.

Miss Manners: And you have my congratulations. But I still prefer to stay where I am.

The woman stepped back as if she were just slapped, looking back toward the coach area where her “husband” was obviously waiting to be called ahead to First Class. The woman then looked the other way and raised a hand.

Woman: Oh, excuse me? Miss?

Who…? Oh, of course. The stewardess. The “caretaker” of the flight and all of its passengers approached from where she had been speaking to her fellow attendants.

Stewardess: Yes? Is there a problem?

Woman: Yes there is. I asked this woman to trade seats with my husband so we could sit together and she refused!

The stewardess turned to Miss Manners and addressed her with a simple question.

Stewardess: Ma’am? You won’t consider changing seats?

Miss Manners: With all due respect, her husband is seated back in Coach. I paid extra for both First Class and my choice to sit at the window seat. So no. I am not going to lose that extra money – especially for such a common scam like this woman is attempting to pull on both you and myself.

The woman turned her head, her polite mask now fallen completely into a scowl of outrage.

Woman: ‘Scam’...!? How dare… !?

Miss Manners: Yes. Scam. It is a common and well-known scam where a couple purchase separate tickets for a flight, one in economy or coach and one in First Class. Then the First Class passenger tries to get someone to switch seats with their partner so they get two First Class seats without having to pay the extra fee.

Woman: I just want to sit beside my husband on our flight! I am NOT trying to pull a scam on anyone!

Stewardess: Ma’am, please. Lower your voice. There’s no need to yell.

The stewardess then turned toward Miss Manners with a ‘help me’ expression plastered on her face.

Stewardess: I would consider it a personal favor if you would trade seats with this woman’s husband and the airline will gladly refund you the difference.

The woman turned from the stewardess back to Miss Manners with a smug, triumphant expression on her face, expecting to have won. Miss Manners just smiled.

Miss Manners: I believe I can solve this whole issue with one simple suggestion that would make everyone happy. And prove whether or not this is a scam.

Stewardess: Oh?

Miss Manners: Why doesn’t this lovely woman here go back to where her husband is seated in Coach and trade seats with whoever it is that he is seated beside? That way she gets to sit beside her husband – as she wanted. I get to keep the seat that I paid for, like I want. And the person she trades with ends up with a lovely surprise.

Both Miss Manners and the stewardess turned to look at the woman who seemed to be completely flabbergasted, caught off guard at having been caught and backed into the proverbial corner so expertly. Miss Manners smiled.

Miss Manners: The only reason she would have to refuse my idea would be if my accusation were true.

Stewardess: Ma’am?

The woman looked back and forth between both and stammered.

Woman: But… but I wanted…

Miss Manners: Yes?

Woman: I-I… UGH!

And the woman stormed off back toward coach rather than be proven to be the liar that she was, with the stewardess right behind, giving Miss Manners a careful smile of appreciation. Miss Manners then turned back to face ahead, a smile of her own now worn on her face.

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Miss Manners was seated in her office, behind her desk. She was busying herself, looking between something on the screen of her Apple 13" MacBook Air, and some pacers on a clipboard. She closed her eyes and chuckles, shaking her head with her perfectly manicured fingertips on the cusp of her forehead,

Miss Manners: Kallie Reznik… that is the proper way to say your name, is it not? I would hate to get it wrong and possibly offend you, but I am afraid that you have me at something of a disadvantage. You see, when the good men in charge of Sin City Wrestling contacted me and told me they had an opponent they wanted me to test the waters with, they failed to mention that she was, oh how do I phrase this delicately and with grace? … A wet-behind-the-ears pup.

She clasped her fingers of both hands together in a steeple, both elbows on the surface of her desk. She rested her chin on said fingers and looked thoughtful.

Miss Manners: I admit that I am having something of a difficult time taking this match as seriously as I’m certain you and everybody that will be watching wants, but how do you take seriously a young woman who has relatively no experience inside of the ring and refers to herself as ‘the Butterfly of Aurora’ … Aurora being the name of your hometown I assume. Now that I can understand and appreciate it. You want to pay homage and proper respect to the hometown where you grew up. That’s fine. But, why ‘butterfly’? Granted butterflies are pretty to look at when they dally about a field of flowers but… there is a dark side to butterflies that the common person doesn’t know and I am left to wonder. Are you aware of these things or do you mimic these things few others know, relying on their ignorance?

She held a forefinger up.

Miss Manners: Case in point… were you aware that some Maculinea rebeli butterflies trick common ants into raising their young? No? Well then, how about this; butterflies can be seen as a common parasite and I can see at least some common degree of similarity between that distinction and a woman such as yourself. You some into SCW and charm Misters Ward and Underwood into signing you and will now rely on the more experienced generation of stars to help get you past those green years and out of your rookie phase. That sounds both like a parasite against the rest of the Bombshell division and would relegate you to the ‘caterpillar phase’ of your career. You slink your way into a contract like a grubby little larvae and hope to someday soon spring forth like a beautiful butterfly and take over the Bombshell division.

Miss Manners lowered one arm to rest against the surface of her desk while resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

Miss Manners: That would be a rather cute endeavor and somewhat admirable goal if you weren’t intending to use the rest of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshells as something of a stepping stone to accomplish your goals. It is as I said – parasite. Now some of your supporters might liken your arrival to the Bombshell roster as a butterfly to a garden where they collect pollen and carry it onto other flowers. Other … more experienced and wise onlookers, will know this scenario for what it truly is… an invader in a garden that feeds destructively on the plants surrounding it.

Miss Manners nodded, her eyes turning straight toward the camera.

Miss Manners: That is what a butterfly does before it spins and emerges from its cocoon while still in its larval stage - which is right where you are now. It destroys what surrounds it, and ultimately that is your endgame. To destroy what surrounds you, in this case - the Bombshell division. I see you for what you are, Ms. Reznik. You do not fool me one iota. You are no butterfly. You are far more like the common Tachinid fly; an insect that whose larvae are parasitoids of other insects or arthropods. A parasitoid is a parasite that ultimately kills its host. That is who you are, and what you are planning.

Miss Manners scowled and shook her head.

Miss Manners: And I am not sorry by any means to say that it won’t work. I won’t allow it. This Sunday in Henderson, Nevada - I will stop you.

She then nodded a single time.

Miss Manners: It has been your pleasure.

With that, the feed ends.