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"Wow!" The voice of Brandi Shotze is heard saying "So this is Vegas"
The bright lights of Vegas are seen over the stearing wheel of a big red jeep. The camera turns around to see Brandi peering over, looking at amazement of the bright city lights. A slight breeze rustles through her hair as the car slows down, just outside the city, eventually coming to a complete stop. Brandi takes a few seconds to look at the spendor that stands before her. Having never left the small towns, a culture shock was bound to be on the cards for Brandi, but the redneck woman just shakes her head
"So this is where the rich folk come to blow off some steam" She says staring at the lights "More like piss away every penny you have, and do some things behind your wives back"
Brandi chuckles to herself and sits back down in the seat of the big red jeep.
"The city of sin it may be" Brandi says with a smile "But it's about to get a whole lot more sinful by the time I get there."
Brandi puts her foot down, roaring the engine in to life as the car nudges forward, closer towards the bright lights.
A little while later, Brandi is seen outside the offices of Sin City Wrestling, she looks around nervously as she sits on the hood of the car and looks up at the entrance. She steps off the car, taking a deep breath and moves towards the glass doors of the building. She steps up to it and opens the door, stepping inside, she sees co-owner Christian Underwood standing looking at a file. Christian looks up at the woman and lowers the file.
"Hi" Brandi chokes out "I'm here to see Mark Ward. I was meant to be here last Friday but Mr Ward cancelled"
Christian rubs his chin, before the lightbulb goes above his head.
"Oh" Christian says with a smile "You must be Brandi. Yeah, Mark went back to London for a few days, promotional work and such, he's through here"
Christian points to a door and turns around, she looks him up and down from behind
"Hot damn" she mumbles to herself "If only those rumors wasn't true. Such a waste for women kind"
Christian stops in his tracks and turns around, looking at Brandi
"You say something?" Christian asks innocently
Brandi shakes her head casually. Christian nods politely at her and leads her through the door. Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen with his feet up on a sofa, his hands resting behind his head. Christian clears his throat, forcing Hot Stuff to look at him.
"What's wrong? Got a frog in your throat?" Hot Stuff starts "I told you that you gotta stop blowi..."
Hot Stuff stops and looks up
"God damn" Brandi whispers to herself "If all the men in the company look like these guys, I'm gonna be a very happy lady"
Both men fail to hear Brandi's comment.
"I see you're working hard again" Christian says to Mark.
"Always" He replies to his co-ownering partner "I was just about to get in a dream then, where I got locked in the Playboy Mansion, it was gonna be great"
Christian rolls his eyes
"This is Brandi" Christian quickly says "You was meant to have a meeting with her on Friday, remember?"
Mark looks blankly at Christian
"I was?" He says looking at Brandi "Oh wait, I was"
Mark shuffles to sit up on the sofa
"I wondered what this contract was doing on the table" He says, reaching out and picking up a folder "Take a seat"
Brandi walks around and sits on the sofa, while Christian shakes his head and walks away. Brandi, amused by these two men, smiles and takes a seat, listening to what Mark has to say.
"Ok, I don't like long meetings, they give me headaches, when I get headache, everyone seems to want to bug me, so I'm trying to avoid a headache today, so I'm gonna make this as quick as I can" He says "Is that ok?"
Brandi nods
"That's fine Mr Ward"
"Great" He says picking up the contract from the table and handing it to Brandi "Here's how we work here. We know it's not all about wrestling talent, it's about connecting to the fans, it's about not being scared to put your face out there, so we expect promos, lots of promos, good promos. The better the promo, the better connection you have, the more tickets we sell, it's that simple. When you have a match, we want to see at least one promo for a normal card, sent in by Friday night, so we can air it and promote your match, for supercards, we expect two, one per week. Got it?"
Brandi smiles at the fast talking boss
"I think so" She says "Send in promos, get noticed, then kick a little ass, right?"
"Right" Mark says "Nice to see you like kicking ass as much as I do. Anyway, this contract is a semi exclusive deal, which means you wrestle primarily on our shows when booked, if you wanna work elsewhere, that's fine, just give myself or Christian a heads up, so we don't end up putting you in an awkward position when it comes to booking. We're an independent federation, which means we rarely use fancy fireworks that you'll see from other companies, also means we don't pick up travel costs to and from shows, but we will help out if money is short. As you're new here, we'll cover a hotel room until after Blaze Of Glory, then we'll help you make long term arrangements. When I say "we'll" I mean Christian"
"Ok" Brandi says slowly
"We have you booked on Blaze Of Glory as you know, teaming with Cookie S'Mores. Cookie is very under rated here and as you have very little wrestling experience, we felt teaming you with Cookie would be a great thing. She's our spokesperson for our Anti Bullying initative and she'll help you in and out of the ring." Mark confidently says "Any questions?"
"No, I think that's all well and dandy"
"Good" He says "All you need to do is sign here on the contract and you're officially a SCW Bombshell"
Brandi looks at the contract, stratching her head as she looks further down the page. Mark hands her a pen and Brandi signs the contract. She smiles as she hands it back to Mark. Mark reaches down the side of the sofa and pulls out a thick wad of papers
"You'll get a copy of this contract a little later" He says "Ok, all this stuff here is information about the fed, about it's owners, wrestlers and even a roadmap. Trust me, road map is important around here. On top is your hotel details, enjoy."
Both Mark and Brandi stands up, Brandi extends a hand for him to shake and he does.
"Thank you for the chance" Brandi says
"Sure thing" He replies with a cute English accent.
Brandi turns and leaves the room and the scene comes to an end.
A while later, Brandi's voice is heard talking again.
"No fucking way!" She says to herself "This is fancy"
A hotel room is seen, with a huge double bed, bedside tables and a big plasma TV at the end of the bed on a wall. To the side, a mini fridge is pushed against the wall, as well as a kettle. A door leading off to a big bathroom is seen in one corner of the room. Brandi lays back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, painted perfectly white.
"A girl could get used to this life" She says "I mean really get used to this life. All I gotta do if I want this sweet life, is destroy a couple of chicks, and it's all mine. All fucking mine. Destroying these barbie bitches will be easy, and when I do, I'll get more noticed, and if I get more noticed, I get more money, if I get more money, I'll get more fame, if I get more fame, everyone else can fuck right off and I'll be on top of the world. This room will look like a pig stye shit hole, compared to what I will have when I'm all famous and stuff. All this redneck woman has to do is smack seven bags of shit out of that piggy face piss poor excuse for a supermodel, and her invisible friend, that's it and fame will be mine"
Brandi lays back on the bed, her hands behind her head
"I am not impressed with these silly little bimbos, which means I can physically slap the make up off their faces, just rear my hand back and slap slap slap, until they have no make up on their pretty little faces. I will hit those fucktards so hard, their past generations will feel it. I will knock the caps off their teeth."
Brandi smiles
"They have no business in a wrestling ring, that silly little invisible woman already pissed on this match by being quiet and not coming out to face me. She's probably sat their hiding away like a silly little bitch, crying, whining, scared out of her damn tiny little mind, scared that she's gonna lose everything" Brandi says with her eyes narrowing. "She's right, she is gonna lose everything, she's gonna be gone after this match, gone to the nearest hospital, or running back home to momma because she's not good enough to be here, we both know it, my partner knows it, her partner knows it. What a let down, we couuld have put someone good in this match who has the bottle to show up and talk, we could have give me someone else to fuck up, but noooooo, they put in this retarded bitch who lost the ability to speak, but that's ok, that's ok, that's just fine, cause I will punish her for being a silly little bitch, for not coming out here and talking 'bout us, It gives me and Cookie more of a reason to smash the shit outta the little bitch. She''ll be pissing her pants by the time she gets to the ring, pissing herself at the thought of facing us, now she knows what I'm like. She knows she's walking in to the lions den and that someone's gonna snap her head from her little weisel like body. I think she's pissed me off now more by not talking then actually opening her yap and little words fall out, which is stupid, she is stupid, big time stupid. Now I don't care about her, I have no emotions towards her that make me see she's human. This isn't gonna be a little school yard brawl for the bitch, this is gonna be more like a bar room beatdown. I real honest to god bar room brawl. I'm gonna tap dance on the little girls head"
A strange look crosses Brandi's face, her mind becoming unhinged once more.
"Stamp, stamp, stamp till you stop moving little girl, and then I get to turn my attention to the little attention seeking whore who has opened her big yap" Brandi says in a low, dangerous sounding tone "The era of Fablousness? Fucking really? Era of bullshit more like. Listen up little girl, There's fuck all special about you and standing in front of the camera posing does nothing to scare me. It spurs me on to make a positive change in your prissy little princess life. Take away those looks and what do you have? Nothing? Less then nothing? One step away from opening your legs while people film you. I can take away those looks, I really can, I can rip those looks from your face and show the world who you really are bitch. I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna take away those looks, I'm gonna rip them right off your face until you see who you are. You're nothing, just a sad and lonely little girl. Do you really think those people who have their heads so far up your arse, that they can see daylight when you open that mouth, would really be there if you didn't have those looks? Would they hell, they'll be sniffing the ass of someone else. You surround yourself by fakes, and you expect to be taken seriously?"
Brandi tilts her head with her eyes narrowing.
"Do you really think that?" Brandi asks "If you do, you need toshake those rocks out of your head fucktard. I mean seriously, these people are as fake as your tits. They wouldn't be seen dead with you if you didn't have those little looks of yours. Seriously Veronica, you need to take a look around at the people who you surround yourself with bitch face. Oh you do, you really do, look at them, look them in the eyes and ask your stupid self if they're there for you, or for themselves."
Brandi smiles strangely
"Silly little bitch thinks she can call me a cow?" Brandi says with a shake of her head "Keep digging bitch and try some originality. Just for that beer comment, your little ass will be stomped. There's nothing wrong with beer, but there is something wrong with you. Not even your partner wants to be by your side, what does that tell you? Maybe you should have a beer, go down to the nearest honky tonk bar, have a few beers, might make it less painful for you when someone has to pull that giant stick out of your ass! That little bitch is so uptight because despite her goddess complex, she can't land a man no matter how hard she tries to whore herself out. Last time the bitch farted she blew out a dust cloud. I saw some new photos of little miss princess, I don't know what the fuck leaking them in my direction was meant to do. All they are is more material for little boys to play with their dicks while looking at. Seriously, eat a burger you skinny bitch, cause thin is no longer in"
Brandi sits up
"I'm done talking about this little whore and her imaginary friend. I'ma hit the bar and have a few beers" Brandi says to herself. "These two will be leaving Blaze Of Glory with less teeth. You can count on that one... if those bimbos can actually count that is."
The scene fades to black