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A long line of cars stretches throughout Resurrection Cemetery just outside of Chicago. This funeral procession is at least a mile long. The hurse carrying the casket of sixteen year old Sydney Campbell stops near the open grave where Sydney is to be laid to rest. Sydney’s father, a county police officer, was also able to arrange a police escort, as friends and family gather to say their goodbyes to his daughter.
Once everyone is out of their vehicles, the six men chosen as pall bearers by Sydney’s family carry her casket to her gravesite memorial set up. Everyone gathers around, as the minister stands by waiting to start. All of Sydney’s friends and family are there except one person. Sydney’s best friend, Misty, is nowhere to be seen. She is not too far away, though.
Misty watches from a distance, having chosen to avoid everyone else. She couldn’t even get herself to attend Sydney’s wake. The shock over Sydney’s death still has not subsided. Not only that, but she couldn’t understand why Sydney would do this. How could her best friend take her own life? Why hadn’t Sydney tried to reach out to her for help?
Or had she?
It didn’t matter now, did it? Sydney was gone, and she wasn’t coming back. Misty was forced to stand and watch and listen as the minister speaks about Sydney. She watches as Sydney’s parents cry. She watches as they cry and she balls up her fists, doing everything she can to hold herself back from causing a scene in front of everyone. How dare they cry over Sydney’s death, when they both treated her like garbage? The only member of Sydney’s family that was allowed to shed a tear over this tragic loss was her sister, Jenna. At least, that was how Misty felt.
After several minutes, the minister finished the memorial service. Everyone paid their final respects, some leaving roses on her casket, before heading to their cars and leaving. But Misty waited. She waited for everyone, including Sydney’s family to leave. She waited, and watched as cemetery workers came and lowered Sydney’s casket into the ground, but they did not cover it right away. That was when she took her chance.
Misty slowly walked over to Sydney’s grave, carrying a single rose. She stopped over the grave and glanced down at Sydney’s casket. Her sister must have picked out the casket, as it was a dark blue tint. It was what Sydney would have wanted.
Misty dropped to her knees, the tears now flowing from her eyes uncontrollably. She tossed the rose down into the grave, watching as it landed on top of the casket. She buried her head in her hands and continued to sob, the emotions she felt finally being released.
“Why…why, Syd? “ She sobbed. “How could….you do this?”
She couldn’t admit it, but Misty knew what a horrible friend she had been the last few months. She hadn’t spoken to Sydney at all, as she was too focused on backyard wrestling with Max. She didn’t realize that Sydney was that depressed, or else she would have been better to her. She would have been there for her. She would have tried to stop her.
“I’m so sorry, Syd.” She continued as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I should have been there for you. I should have seen how much you were hurting, but I didn’t. You shouldn’t have done this, Syd. You shouldn’t have killed yourself. I should have stopped this. You shouldn’t be gone…you shouldn’t be dead!”
Just then, one of the cemetery workers walks up behind her, startling her.
“Miss, is there someone I can call for you? We’re gonna need you to leave now, but I want to make sure you’re alright.” He says, placing a hand on her back and helping her to her feet.
“I’m fine…I’ll be fine.” She says, brushing dirt off her pants. “My sister is going to pick me up in a little bit.”
“You sure? You don’t look so good.”
Misty nods, and smiles just a bit. “I’m sure. Thank you, though.”
The man shrugs his shoulders, but doesn’t try to further upset her. Misty glances down into the grave one last time, saying goodbye in her mind, but also promising that she would be there to visit every chance she got. Deep down, though, she knew that was a lie. Visiting Sydney’s grave would be too painful, and she didn’t know when she be back to visit…if at all.
Sydney was dead, and no amount of time she spent at the cemetery would ever change that. Why torture herself with feeling this pain everyday?
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Dear Misty,
I never expected us to be as close of friends as we have been over the last year and a half. To go from me hating you and wanting to kick your ass one day, to us laughing at each other’s jokes and stupidity the next took me by surprise. But, I needed that and you know that. I needed your friendship.
When you would come over to my house to hang out, you saw what my father was like. He was a drunken belligerent asshole, but what you witnessed was only a fraction of what he could really dish out. When he knew you were there, he would tame down quite a bit, and when you weren’t around, it was a living nightmare. That is why I needed you Misty. You were the only one who was ever there for me.
None of my other so-called friends would bother coming over. They knew my father, so they would always make excuses not to come over, but you never made excuses. Your visits saved me from unprovoked beatings, or sometimes worse. Do you know that? Do you really realize how much your friendship meant to me?
The last six months have been pure hell, Misty. I tried so hard to get a hold of you pretty much every day, but you were just never around. I saw you at school, but you were always with Max and his buddies. I needed to confide in you, but it was like I was suddenly invisible to you. You just dropped me as a friend to get involved with that stupid backyard wrestling with Max. I needed you, and you weren’t there.
I was pregnant, Misty. Did you know that? No, you didn’t because you avoided me. You never returned my calls, or spoke to me at school. I didn’t know what the hell to do. My father found out and you know what happened? I had no choice but to get an abortion. It doesn’t matter much now, because I wasn’t ready to have a kid, but it would have been nice to have a friend to turn to for some help or advice. I thought I could count on you, but I guess I was wrong. You’re probably wondering who the father was, so I’ll tell you. It was Alex. That name sound familiar? It should because he’s one of the assholes you hang out with everyday.
I told him I was pregnant, but the asshole didn’t want anything to do with me after that. He did what most other guys do, and claimed it wasn’t his when he knew damn well it was his. I could have used your help on that, too, but it doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done.
I want you to know that I’m so grateful for the short time I had you as a friend. We had a lot of fun times together, and I’m sorry I almost kicked your ass. It was funny, true, but we could have had more good times, had I not wasted time hating you for stupid reasons. I valued out friendship so much, whether you felt the same or not. I hope you are successful in everything that you set out to do in your life, but I can tell you that, if you are reading this, I won’t be around to witness any of it. If you think about trying to reach out to me after reading this letter, it will already be too late.
I’m sorry for doing this to you, but I needed you to know what I’ve been going through. I’m going to miss you and all the good times we shared. I hope you will, too. Have fun in school. Be happy with your life. Don’t let bullshit eat away at you like I did.
Goodbye, Misty.
Love you like a sis…Sydney
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It had been just over a week since Misty finally read Sydney’s letter. She had finally done what Sydney asked her to do, but she wished she hadn’t. What had Sydney wanted to accomplish by her reading the letter? Misty had a feeling.
What else could Sydney want, other than to punish Misty for what she had done, and what better way to punish her then by making her lose. Sydney knew Misty had two important matches coming up, and regardless of what the letter said, Misty knew deep down that Sydney didn’t want her to be happy. Sydney wouldn’t allow Misty to win either of the two matches coming up.
She was doing a damn good job at distracting her, now. Ever since she had read the letter, she couldn’t seem to focus on much of anything else. She tried to focus her mind and energy on winning the Bombshell Championship, and then the NWA Cruiserweight Championship, but she was always brought back to that letter, and what Sydney had said. She hadn’t seen Sydney since she read the letter, and she thought that maybe she had finally left for good. She was wrong.
As she is starting to get her suitcase ready for her trip to London, she nearly jumps out of her skin as Sydney appears out of thin air in front of her, a wicked smile on her face. It was a new smile for her. One that confused Misty.
“Geez, Sydney! You need to stop doing that to me. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Tempting thought, but no.”
“What are you still doing here, Syd? I did what you wanted me to. I read your letter, and you’re on the very of accomplishing your goal.”
Sydney sits(or does what a ghost can anyway) down on Misty and Spike’s bed, and just stares at Misty. That same wicked grin doesn’t leave her face.
“And my goal would be what exactly, Misty?”
Misty tosses the clothes she has in her hand down on the bed. She glares at Sydney, and folds her arms across her chest.
“You want me to fail! You know that if I win the Bombshell Championship, and then go on to win the NWA Cruiserweight Championship that I’ll be happy. I’ll be happy when you weren’t, and you want to punish me. I’m not stupid!
Sydney laughs and sprawls her ghostly form out on the bed, placing her hands behind her head.
“Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong, Misty. For someone who says she’s not stupid, you’re certainly fooling the shit out of me at the moment. I don’t want you to lose, Misty.”
“Like I believe that? Why else would you be doing this to me? You knew that when I read that letter that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. You knew what it would do to me, and you honestly expect me to be able to beat Kittie, Raynin and Brooklyn Carter feeling like this?”
Sydney nods.
“That is exactly what I expect, Misty. You’ve been wrestling for seventeen years! I don’t expect, or even want you to lose these matches, girl. If you don’t succeed in this career, my death will have basically been for nothing. You abandoned our friendship to pursue this, so I’m going to make sure that you are as successful as you possibly can be.”
Misty throws her hands up in the air, and growls loudly. She shakes her head, utterly confused at Sydney’s sudden change in demeanor.
“Would you tell me what the hell you mean?! I don’t speak in this code you’re speaking in, so I’d like to know what the hell you want now, because I’m on a thin rope as it is.”
“You’ll find out very soon, Misty. I’m here to help you, and you’ll see exactly what I mean. I know you. I know what is going on inside your head each and every day. I’ve got big plans for you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I want, and at the same time, you will get what you want as well.”
Misty takes a deep breath and sighs. She looks to the floor and shakes her head.
“You’re really being a pain in my ass, Syd. You know that? I wish you would just fucking disappear already! My life would be far less complicated at the moment without you in it. I’m starting to feel crazier than Kittie!”
Sydney lets out a laugh.
“Maybe you are, but is that really such a bad thing? The craziness seems to help your so-called friend.”
“Well it doesn’t help me! Every single one of my opponents will try and use whatever they can against me. I’ve done it with Kittie before. People like to use their opponents mental issues as an advantage in their matches. I’m not going to let that happen with me. I’m not going to give Kittie, Raynin or Brooklyn any fuel. I won’t, Syd.”
“The only one who will cost you these matches, is yourself. I know you can win, and so does everyone else. You know what you have to do to win, and you need to do it. I’m just here to help you.”
Misty suddenly snaps. She tosses her suitcase, and everything she had inside across the room. The suitcase hits a dresser, knocking a picture frame on to the floor, and the glass shatters.
“Quit saying that, damn it! Quit saying you’re here to help me, because you’re not! I don’t need your fucking help, if this is what you think you are doing! You want to help me? Leave me the fuck alone and let me get back to living my life. You may have been miserable with your life, Syd, but I’ll be damned if you’re gonna make me be miserable with mine!”
Misty walks over to the picture that fell to the floor. She picks up the frame, and looks at the picture of her family. She, Spike, Timmy and Eden were all smiles in the picture. Misty places the picture back on the dresser and starts cleaning up the glass, as Sydney watches.
“You really need to quit blaming everyone else for being miserable, Misty. You’ve got so much denial going on. It’s pathetic. It’s ok though. If you feel the need to point the finger at me, that’s fine. Things are going to change real soon, and you know it deep down. I’ll leave you alone for now, but just know, I’m not finished with you. Good luck with your matches. You’re going to need it if you keep going in the direction you’re headed.”
Sydney vanishes just as quickly as she had appeared. Misty shakes her head once again, as she looks at the picture again. She kept telling herself that was all that mattered in her life. She wanted Spike, Eden, and Timmy to see her be successful. Everything she was doing, she was doing for them, and for the sake of their family. She had no idea what Sydney was talking about.
Now she just had to try and store away the feelings that Sydney had managed to help bring back to life. Sydney said she wanted Misty to win? Ok, if that was the case, then Misty had to get back to focusing at the tasks that lay ahead of her. Kittie, Raynin and Brooklyn already had plenty to say about her, and this upcoming match. She has one hell of a fight ahead of her.
But it is a fight she is very much looking forward to.
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“My opponents were quite outspoken last week, weren’t they? I watched and listened to everything they had to say very carefully. I know very well what to expect from each of these women, and I know that in the end, I’ll be the one walking away with the Bombshell Championship. They can try and deny it all they want, but they know…oh, do they know.”
“Raynin seems to want to focus all of her attention on Kittie. She must feel that Kittie is the biggest threat going into this match. While that may be slightly true, Raynin seems to be forgetting how much of a threat I am, and will be, once the four of us are in that ring with the Bombshell Champion on the line. I was the champion before Kittie, and I’m going to do whatever I have to do to be the champion again. Raynin can’t deny that I’m better than she is. I’ve proved it over and over again, and I guess I have to prove it again at Blaze of Glory. I don’t even know what the hell to say about Raynin that I haven’t said already. She hasn’t done shit to impress me. Maybe once she does something impressive…something MEMORABLE…I’ll decide if she’s worthy of holding the Bombshell Championship. Until then…she’s not.”
“But, she is more worthy of the title than that bitch Brooklyn Carter. Not much more, but I give her the edge over Brooklyn any day. Brooklyn honestly thinks that we’re nervous to face her? She truly believes that we’re afraid to face her because we supposedly know she’s going to win? HA! Don’t flatter yourself, bitch. I don’t have one ounce of nervousness facing you! I’m looking forward to stepping into that ring and kicking your ass, and showing you exactly how I feel about you. Actions speak louder than words, and Brooklyn, come Sunday night, my actions will speak VOLUMES about the way I feel about you. Maybe you should smoke one big fat ‘dutch’ before this match, because the pain I’m going to inflict on you will be so severe, you’re going to want to do whatever you can to escape the pain. The Bombshell Champion will NEVER be yours, Brooklyn. NEVER.”
“Last but not least, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Kittie! Heh, sarcasm is such a wonderful thing, don’t you all agree? Kittie is harboring a lot of hard feelings toward me…still, and quite honestly, I’m getting just a little bit bored with it. Over and over again, I’ve heard the same shit. Misty did this…Misty did that…Misty is a selfish bitch. Get over it, Kittie! You want to make me pay? Fine…prove it in the ring this Sunday. Let’s put up one last bitch fight and be done with it, alright? After Blaze of Glory, we’ll know who the better one between the two of us is. We’ll forget the past and move on. We’re grown women, so let’s act like it, okay? I don’t hate you for taking my Bombshell Championship…yes, I said it was mine…You’ve had your time in the spotlight, but I’ve got a lot more ahead of me, so I’m going to need my belt back.”
“I have to say, I’m hoping and praying that these new Bombshells that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have signed recently have a lot to offer. I’m growing tired of facing Kittie over and over again. I need some more competition! Come on ladies! Show us what you got. Don’t hold back, but don’t get too cocky either. It’s going to take a lot for us to be in the same league. Being a supermodel won’t cut it in this business. The Bombshells are fighters. We’re the best SCW has to offer, and everyone knows it.”
“Blaze of Glory is going to be a night to remember. I won’t give up…I won’t stop. Kittie…Raynin…Brooklyn…I’ll fight until I literally cannot walk anymore. The fact is…I want the Bombshell Championship more than any of you, and it WILL be mine. See you ladies real soon.”
Scene fades to black.