Post by: Lincoln Daniels on March 03, 2020, 05:28:23 PM
<p align=right>Late January
Off Camera
Las Vegas, Nevada
A white blanket of snow covers the ground as Denise Andrews is sitting inside her one bedroom apartment on the southside of Las Vegas. She is wearing long pajama pants with a long sleeve shirt. Her hair is tossed up into a very messy bun as her eyes are glued towards her television screen. On the screen was some romantic style reality show that she was thoroughly enjoying.
"How pathetic." she comments while watching with a sick grin on her face. She doesn't watch this show for the romance. She watches to see how many idiots are willing to put themselves through such stupidity just to find out their potential match is not who they claim to be after all.
"My god that chick is really fucking stupid," she blurts out while chuckling under her breath. As she reaches for the remote, Ella Singleton comes walking through the door holding a bag of Zaxby's buffalo wings. "Are you still watching that shit?" she asks as Denise ignores her. "Yes, I am still watching this udder embarrassment," Denise answers with steaming confidence. "I don't know how you can stomach a large piece of shit like that show," wondered Ella. Denise shrugs her shoulder and reaches for her box of wings.
"I don't know. I just love watching morons thinking their going to find love on some deserted island," replies Denise as she turns her torso. "Did you pick up some blue cheese dipping sauce?" asks Denise. "Yep, I got one large cup full of it," answers Ella. The two friends enjoy a quiet meal while talking quietly amongst themselves. After a few minutes, Denise is looking through her phone and notices a text message from Mark Ward.
"That's weird," she states. "What?" questions Ella. "Mark Ward sent me a text a few days ago," says Denise. "What did the text say?" she asks. Denise shrugs her shouders again and opens the text up. She looks it over and shouts. The sudden burst nearly causes Ella to fall out of her seat. "My god, what the hell was that?" Ella wonders as she looks at her tag partner. A look of evil as crept across Denise's face. "What?" asks Ella. "I have been asked to participate in the upcoming Blast From The Past Tournament," answers Denise. Ella smirks then scratches her head.
"Isn't that the same tournament your dad talked about the other day?" asks Ella. Denise just shakes her head as she jumps up to her feet. She immediately walks over towards her foot locker located near the entrance. She opens it and pulls out an old pair of tights and a top. Ella watches her as Denise shoots a reply.
<p align=right>Sometime in February
Off Camera
Carson City, Nevada
It's been a month since Denise has thought about her upcoming appearance on the main roster of Sin City Wrestling. Before her star making performance, she had made a commitment to Casino Wrestling Entertainment to appear at a special event that honors second generations of their legendary superstars. Denise thoroughly enjoyed being praised even if she didn't do anything to achieve it. Her father was waiting outside his private dressing room.
"Where is that daughter of mine?" he questions while tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. "She'll be here," answers Shawna. "She'd better," he says. Travis continues to pace back and forth outside his locker room as Denise comes walking up holding a black bill fold in her hand. "What took you so long?" he asks her. "I had to park my own car because the valet was being a fucking idiot," she answers as Travis shows a little sympathy. "I'll have a talk with them later. You ready for your big night," he implores. "I am so ready for these nimrods to bask in my glory," she states as Travis is smiling as they walk back inside his private locker room.
A few hours have passed as Denise is walking back towards her car. The night didn't go as planned as she had got into a scuffle with her bitter rival Shelby Holt who was here honoring her father. Denise had a few scrapes across her face as she fumbles through her purse looking for her car keys. "That stupid bitch needs to keep her nose out of my business," she mumbles as her phone chimes. "Now what?" she grumbles. She picks up her phone and sees she has a voicemail. She listens to it and nearly screams her head off.
"What the fuck?" she shouts while looking away from her phone . "This has to be a joke," she adds. Travis comes running to her aide as she is still hyperventaliting. "What's wrong?" he asks with concern in his voice. "Here," she says while handing him her phone. Travis takes it in and looks it over. A loud grumble escapes from him as he hands the phone back to her. "That's fucked up," he says. Denise is still trying to get her breathing under control.
<p align=right>Sharing her thoughts
On camera
Somewhere in England
For the past few days, Denise Andrews has been wondering around the country side of England. She has yet to find out why they even came to this part of the world. She didn't like it. Ella has joined her on this trip while still getting over the pairing choice. The pair have stopped on top of a hill that overlooks the city of York. Ella has pulled out her phone and has been filming them for her own personal vlog. Denise makes a motion toward her friend and Ella obliges her.
"So I make my long awaited Climax Control debut in this god forsaken part of the world. I don't think anyone would ever come to York, England and say I want to make my long awaited debut in this rat hole. No, they would like it to be in a better city like Las Vegas. Unfortunately, I will make this work by making my tag partner look better than he does on his own. Jake Raab has no idea who he is teaming with this Sunday. I am a very confident woman who knows that she can be a world champion some day. I have already held gold in a past company and I am looking to add more to my trophy case.
Bea Barnhart has had a lucky streak against one of those Holt bitches. She has made the older sister of Violet tap out twice but lets be honest. Violet isn't that good to begin with in the first place. However, whenever Bea is against a talented female like myself she will struggle mightily. How? Because I'm nothing like those Holt clowns. I am confident in my skills. I have youth on my side. I have experience. What do you have Bea? Besides the number one contendership for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. You have nothing. You have a fat husband who does nothing but take up valuable space on the roster and a green hoe trying to play wrestler. This Sunday I will make sure your game is over before it gets any further.
As for The Phoenix, I have nothing against you. I do think you have been screwed but that's just me. I do hope my tag partner will be able to match up with you but I fear that he will fall short like all the other times. Jake Raab had better not blow this or he will need to head back to the octagon where he belongs."