Post by: Ella Singleton on February 01, 2019, 01:29:03 AM
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The road was blanketed with snow as Ella Singleton is standing by her hotel window. She was already hating this cold weather as her arms were tucked inside a warm leather jacket. Her hair was tossed up into a sharp ponytail. She was trying to figure out why anyone would want to step out into this kind of weather.
"Ella, are you decent?" calls out a voice as the sound of knuckles touch the door.
"Yes," she shouts while keeping her eyes pointed forward.
The door quietly swings open as Carter King, her bodyguard, steps over the threshold.
"Are you ready to go?" he asks as Ella glances over her shoulder at him.
"Ready? Ready for what?" is her response as she turns on her heels to look him in the eye. Carter was stunned to know she had no clue what is happening.
"Didn't you check your e-mail before leaving Ocala," he inquired as she shakes her head.
"No. I assumed you had everything under control. Now why are we even here in Las Vegas," she says as Carter rubs his forehead.
Carter was a very patient man but even Ella drove him mad. She had that effect on people whenever she didn't want to do something. This happened to be one of those times.
"You are still signed to Sin City Wrestling and they booked you in a match," he says as her demeanor changes. Her hands poke out of the sleeves as she rubs them together.
"It's about fucking time. I've been wanting to rip someone apart for months," she exclaims as Carter nodded his head. He knew she has been very vocal about how Mercedes Vargas has made her to be some kind of loser. She wanted to right the wrongs that had happened to her.
"You almost weren't on the card but I convinced the bosses to put you on the card instead of some SCU scrub brush," he comments as Ella ignores him.
Ella is off in her own little world but looks back him. "Who am I facing?" she questions. He passed down the picture he was holding. Her eyes look downward to see Amy Marshall's face staring back at her. "Excellent," she states while stepping into the bathroom. She closes the door behind her as Carter sits down on the bed and starts browsing the channels.
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The last time I saw any action was the triple threat match between myself, Sierra Williams and that two bit snake Mercedes Vargas. You can saw what you want but I never lost that night. I always knew my skills were just too good. Sure my win loss record doesn't show that but who cares about those stupid numbers in the long run.
Amy Marshall knows all to well about how fickle the numbers are concerning the win loss record. I mean how many times as this stupid bitch loss and still managed to sneak her way into title match after title match. This week, I am certain she will question why I wanted to compete. She will question where my head is after losing to her ex-tag partner. Let me set the record straight, Jessie Salco never beat me. I defeated myself. How? Because I didn't believe in myself. Jessie Salco is nothing more than a filibuster with red hair. She couldn't beat me on her worst day.
Now I get to showcase what I can do against a loud mouth punk rock chick who never got the memo. Punk rock died out a long time ago. No one listens to that garbage anymore. Hell, no one watched your porn videos either. I bet you probably sucked at that job too. Which is why you are here stinking up the ring.
No worries, I plan on eradicating you from the ring permanently. The entire world will want to thank me but I won't accept their thanks. I didn't do it for them. I am doing it for me. I am doing it to prove my point. I don't care how many titles you win or how many asses you kiss. I will still be better than you. Amy Marshall has no clue what awaits her this Sunday. I'm not going to be the same Ella from when I first came to SCW.
Oh no, I am going to be your worst fucking nightmare. I will rip your limbs out of your body and beat you senseless with them. I will shove my foot so far down your throat that you'll be shitting leather for days. I don't care who you are Amy. Your time has come and gone. Climax Control is my night. I will step over you. I will kick you down. I will be remembered by TAKING OUT a Hall of Famer. See you on Sunday bitch.