”Baa baa black sheep…
Have you any wool?”

We pan in to see the walls of a nursery set up for a boy.  They are a soft, almost heavenly blue with fluffy white clouds spread out across the room.  The soft light from a small carousel dances across the walls, casting calming shadows of horses slowly galloping around the room to mirror the ones on the poles.  Soothing music comes from this carousel, which corresponds with the soft, motherly voice singing the words.  Her voice is soft at first, barely above a hum.

”Yes sir, yes sir…
Three bags full”

The voice gets slightly louder, but still a mild, polite voice, soothing the little one into a yawning frenzy.  The soft sound of the yawn causes a break in the singing from a soft chuckle.  The cooing sound of wondrous joy fills her ears, making her sit silently for a moment as the chimes of the music continue on.  The squeaking of a basinets is heard as the mother gently rocks it.  She continues on once again.

”One for the master,
And one for the dame”

We come around to see the lovely redheaded Roxanne standing above the basinet with a proud smile upon her face.  She is wearing her usual attire of a black leather corset with red lace trim, a black leather mini skirt and thigh high latex boots with stiletto heels, as well as her ripped up fishnet stockings and top.  She reaches up with her free hand to adjust her pyramid studded choker as her cherry red lips curl upward even more.  Her emerald eyes gaze down as she continues to sing.

”And one for the little boy…
Who lives on Dreary Lane…”

Her cherry red lips practically purr the last line as she pauses once again.  The creaking noise gets a bit louder as the suction of the young one’s cheeks is faintly heard once again from a yawn.  Roxanne runs her tongue slowly over her bottom lip, and then proceeds to run it clear around in a circle.  She nibbles on her lower lip for the shortest of moments, as if contemplating her next choice of words.  She takes in a deep breath and flutters her thick, long lashes, allowing the deep emerald specks in her eyes to shine through.

Baa baa black sheep…
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir..
Three bags full

”Ohhh yeah, mommy…”

The deep masculine voice seems to completely break Roxanne’s concentration as the gentle gaze in her eyes turns into tiny venomous vipers, ready to attack the culprit in just a matter of seconds.  Her immediate response comes from left field as she reaches behind her, retrieving her handy dandy whip.  Within a second of being called mommy, she lashes her whip, but much to our surprise, it is forward at the infant!  She grits her teeth in an attempt to hide her quivering lower lip, getting her own sick charge from this all.  She lashes the whip out twice more at the child, only to elicit an unexpected response.  The same masculine voice that had goaded her into this, moans after wincing from the thin line of pain and pleasure.

”Oh yeah, one more time, mommy?  That’s really getting me going…”

Roxanne:  PLLLLLLEASE explain to me where you got the idea that you could speak out to your mother?!  It is well past your bedtime, and you are still awake, and it’s beginning to piss mommy off!

She barks in the direction of the basinet.  We pan out a bit to see a balding, overweight man in an adult diaper and a babies’ bonnet tied to his head loosely.  He is chained to an oversized basinet/torture rack, and he looks pleased with himself as his breaths quicken.  His chest heaves in excitement as his blue eyes run all over her body in excitement.  Roxanne tightens the cuffs around his wrists so much that they cut into his skin.  He nods his head in approval, which only seems to upset Roxanne further.  She reaches under his rack and pulls out a ball gag, quickly placing it over his mouth.  He mumbles under his breath as he looks at her with those wanton eyes.

Roxanne:  Mommy is not in the mood to stay up all night with a fussy little bitch boy, so I suggest you do as you are told before you really make mommy mad and I put you in time out…

The man reacts happily in response to the suggestion, causing Roxanne to lash her whip out once more.  Getting the opposite reaction of what she had hoped for, hitting the same red mark on his stomach, she shakes her head.  Dropping her whip down on the ground in front of her, she reaches under the rack once more, pulling out a leather paddle, lined with shiny pyramid studs.  She surveys the reaction as she walks to the other side of the basinet, lifting up the blue covering to reveal a spinning lever.  She quickly turns it, causing the man to turn upside down.  She rips at the cloth, tearing it off cleanly to see his half naked body dangling from his cuffs.  She pulls down the back of his diaper and raises the paddle up high in the air.  The man groans from under the ball gag in an eagerly dreadful response.  Her fist shakes in the air as she prepares to bring the paddle down on him with extreme force, but she stops herself, cackling at his saddened reaction.

Roxanne:  You think mommy is an idiot, don’t you?  You think I haven’t dealt with your kind before?  Allow me to let you in on a little secret… Most of the twisted fuckers who call me up don’t do it just because they want me to talk.  You aren’t some magically special case I have never seen before who *air quotes* just happens to enjoy getting spanked and getting a rise out of people…

Roxanne walks over toward the man’s head and crouches down, stroking his dishwater blonde hair gently as she winks at him.  He pleads with her under the gag, trying to convince her otherwise.  She places her finger to her own lips, gently shushing him, getting a thrill out of his suffering.

Roxanne:  I know you are some sadistic corporate dickhead who gets off almost as much on firing poor people to pad your own pocket as you do having some stupid wannabe dominatrix who feels more empowered by wearing latex than stripping at the titty bar down the street to pay her way through nursing school.  You get stiff at her half-assed whipping technique and the bored look in her eyes.  Pardon me for breaking character for a moment, but I don’t think you completely understand the dynamics here… I am not here to please you.  I am not here because I need more money to put my crack baby in name brand clothes so that the other kids won’t know their mommy does naughty things for money… I’m here because I want to be pleased.  I need to satisfy my hunger for dominance through humiliation and pain, BUT not before quenching my insatiable thirst for respect.  I just figured you needed a reminder of exactly how this works pork chop…

The man protests under the gag, so Roxanne pulls the ball out of his mouth, listening to his complaints for all of four seconds…

Man:  Listen here, bitch… I’m paying you to…

… before she lets go of the ball, smacking it hard against his lips, causing an excruciating reaction from the man.  She rolls her eyes as a small amount of blood begins trickling down onto the carpet.  She giggles softly as she parts her lips to exhale in pleasure from the sound of his cries.

Roxanne:  No… YOU listen here, “bitch”… You are paying to serve me because, even though you enjoy being an asshole in real life, you want someone to stand up to you and put you in your place like the little pussy you are.  That person is going to be me.  So if you want to go to bed later and wank, thinking about the beating I am going to give you, then you are going to have to earn it.  Do you understand me, boy?

He slowly nods his head, shuddering at the thought of her merciless lashings.  She gives one firm nod before standing up.  She loosens the gag from his mouth and drops it to the floor, kicking it under the rack while reaching into her pocket to pull out a cigarette.  She lights it up, taking a deep drag.

Man:  Ma’am, er, mommy?  Smoking is, um, bad for the baby, and I don’t think the wife would be okay with it.

Roxanne:  Well, with the twisted crap your wife pays someone to do because she is more concerned with spending your money than pleasing you, I think smoking is at the bottom of the list… Basically, mommy doesn’t give a shit.  Why don’t you cry about it?

Man:  But…

Roxanne:  CRY LIKE A BABY!

Almost instantly, the man begins a poor attempt at crying, causing Roxanne to growl out in fury, pulling a bag from underneath him.  She begins packing the whip and paddle into her bag, causing him to let out a more nasally, whiny cry that seems to be to her specifications.  Her face tightens up in a stern disciplinarian manner.  She takes a long drag from the cigarette and blows it right in his face, causing him to choke.  He stops crying until Roxanne picks up the bag and flings it over her shoulder, turning on her heels to face the door.  He lets out an almost ear shattering cry that begins to feed her ego once more.  She turns back toward him, taking another long drag from the cigarette before turning the lever once again to return the man to his proper position.  She flips the ash onto his stomach, rubbing it in with her fingers.  He continues to cry while watching in an odd sense of satisfaction.  His bottom lip quivers as she flips the ash onto his chest next.

Roxanne:  Open your mouth, baby boy.  Mommy needs an ash tray.

He obediently opens his mouth and Roxanne runs it across his tongue, eventually pressing it down to give him the full effect of the nastiness.  She places the slobbery butt into his open belly button.  She grabs onto his face, looking deep into his eyes for a moment, studying how she could take this any further while remaining somewhat in character.  A sparkle enters her eyes as she digs her nails into his chin.

Roxanne:  Somebody has been a very… very…  bad boy.  I think he needs his sissy ass beaten, don’t you?

Man:  Ohhh yeahhhhh… Mommy, he needs it beaten baaaad…

Roxanne:  Do you think I am being too hard on him?  Maybe I should send him to bed without supper?

His eyes beg so loudly for her to pull that whip out of her bag and leave lash marks all over his body.  He even groans in disappointment as he jerks his body around from the sheer anticipation and aggravation of having to wait.

Man:  No, no, no!  You aren’t being too hard on him.  He really needs to learn a lesson, mommy.  He might just keep doing it and doing it again if you don’t come down on him, and hard!

Roxanne:  Then maybe he should beg me for it.  Convince me that I’m not being too hard on him.

Man:  Please… oh PLEASE beat his sissy ass mercilessly.  He needs to know that he upset mommy… Ohhhhhh….

Roxanne sighs and shakes her head in disappointment.  She rolls her eyes as she readies her bag for another exit, causing a long stream of “No”s to escape the man’s lips.  He groans anxiously and even allows his voice to break as he tries to plead with her.

Man:  NOOOO!  Please, mommy!  Please beat me until I’m black and blue!  I have been a very bad boy, and I NEED to be punished.  I… I fired some guy last week because I didn’t like his stupid fucking ducky tie.  His wife was seven months pregnant and they just bought a house!

Roxanne turns around, disgusted with herself for conceding to this despicable man’s desires, but she smacks him across the mouth, sending bloody spit flying.  He gasps in shock from the surprise, but soon his body quivers in anticipation.  Roxanne quickly loosens his restraints, yanking him up by the throat and tossing him against the furthest wall.  She breezes over to him, pinning his hands to the wall.  She reaches to her back pocket and grabs a set of handcuffs, slamming it around one of his wrists, and then slides the free end through a large metal loop on the wall.  She grabs his other hand and snaps the other cuff around the wrist.  She checks him into the wall, dropping her bag to the ground, fishing through it for her whip.  She stands up and rears her hand back.

Roxanne:  You FILTHY! DISGUSTING! SWINE!!!

She begins relentlessly lashing out at him, tearing at the flesh just enough to cause trickles of blood to slowly fall down his back.  She roars as she relentlessly lashes his back all while he moans out, wincing a bit from the natural reaction, sending shivers down his entire body.  She finally gets a grip on her emotions, reeling them back in as she looks at him disgustedly.  She puts the whip back into her bag and flings it over her shoulders.  She walks over to the dresser, picking up a wad of bills and sliding them through her fingers.

Man:  Wait… Don’t stop!  I’m not finished!

Roxanne counts the bills with a smile spread across her face as she slowly looks over in his direction, pleased with herself.

Roxanne:  Well, I am.  I have to get over to some old guys house to pour soda over his naked body in a bathtub…  It’s been swell, Chuck.

Man:  But… aren’t you going to at least unlock these cuffs?

Roxanne taps her chin lightly, thinking it over.  She sighs as she walks over to the man, rolling her eyes.  She pulls the key from her pocket, fidgeting with it for a moment.

Roxanne:  No…

She drops the key down to the floor kicking it under the dresser by the door.  She chuckles sadistically to herself as she sways her hips on the way toward the door.  The man begins muttering in a panic about his wife seeing him this way, causing Roxanne to lick her lips with intrigue.  She takes one last look deep into the camera before departing.

Roxanne:  Amy?  Just like this pathetic piece of shit… come Sunday, I’m going to make you my BITCH!

With that, Roxanne walks through the door, leaving the man shouting out in an indistinguishable plea for her to free him.  He groans and cries as he wishes for her mercy, only to realize he isn’t receiving it by the slamming of the front door as we fade out…


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The sun is but a mere orange glow in the beautiful orange and blue sky above the white sand beaches of St. Thomas.  The clearest of waters seems to do the sky little justice, as even the most perfect painting of the most wondrous of skies would be an injustice of massive proportions.  The moon has just begun to become visible in the sky as most of the beach goers have packed it up and are heading in for the evening.  Going against the grain is the Amazonian Bombshell, Roxanne.  She is wearing a big black floppy summer hat along with a two piece black bikini with a large silver ring in the center of the top, as well as on each hip.  She is wearing a black see through robe along with her usual black thigh high boots.  If we didn’t know any better, we would assume that she were about to pose for a Tim Burton Beach spread.  With a cigarette pressed between her cherry red lips, she walks past everyone, gathering look of contempt from mothers, and skeevy catcalls from the fathers.  She finds the perfect beach chair sitting in the middle of the sand, getting a clear view of the sky with absolutely no distractions.  She sets her black bag down on the ground next to the chair, fumbling through it for a moment.  She pulls out a black “umbrella” that is more like jagged rods with a few small pieces of fabric that waft in the light breeze.  She positions it until she feels it is just right.  She lifts up her large shades as she scans the path, looking for her faithful followers who are more concerned with bickering amongst themselves than keeping up with her.  She rolls her emerald green eyes as she slowly drags from her cigarette.  Electra notices her impatient look from fifty feet away and she runs as fast as she can toward Roxanne.  Boy attempts to catch up, but Electra still reaches her first.  She hugs onto one of Roxanne’s arms and sticks her tongue out at Boy.  He grunts from under his gimp mask, but wastes no time grabbing onto Roxanne’s other arm, helping her to sit down on the chair as if she were royalty.  She clears her throat, and this time it is Boy who darts off before Electra.

Electra:  DAMN KISS ASS!!!

She flips him off before looking at Roxanne who simply stares at her, obviously holding something back.  Electra shrugs her shoulders innocently as she gives her famous puppy dog eyes.  Roxanne pokes her tongue at the side of her mouth as her signal that she is annoyed.  Electra begins rubbing Roxanne’s shoulders as she kneels down behind the umbrella.  Roxanne tilts her sunglasses back down and leans her head against the back of the chair as if sun bathing.  She moans as Electra works out the kinks in her shoulders.  Boy comes running back to Roxanne with a glass in his hand.  The martini glass has a black licorice wheel on the rim, and contains an orange liquid with a black cloud over the top.  Roxanne takes a drink and moans in delight once more.

Roxanne:  Thank you both.  You are the best kittens anyone could ever ask for…

Roxanne rolls her head around in a circle slowly, getting the full effect of the shoulder rub from Electra.  She soaks in the stars and the impending moon, enjoying the light music coming from the cabana several feet away.  She takes in one last drag from her cigarette, allowing the smoke to linger in her lungs for a moment longer than usual, feeling completely and utterly relaxed.

Electra:  Should I rub harder, Madame?

Boy:  Kiss ass…

Electra:  QUIET YOU!!!

Roxanne growls at the lack of relaxation she is feeling right now.  Electra straightens her posture and focuses solely on rubbing Roxanne’s shoulders.  Boy curls up at end of her seat close to her feet.  Electra mumbles something, but Boy chooses to ignore her and enjoy the time with his Mistress.  Roxanne still doesn’t straighten her posture, lifting the glasses from her face as she turns around.

Roxanne:  Do you have a problem, kitten?  Was I not clear when I said that I wanted to come out here for a quiet, relaxing evening without the slimy bastard children running around and screaming for absolutely no reason while their lazy parents let the sharks and lifeguards babysit them?  I’m pretty sure I said this at least once before, so this makes it one too many times… I suggest you shut the fuck up, or find some other way to amuse yourself and allow me to relax.

Electra furls her brows and points over to Boy, but Roxanne simply purses her lips, causing Electra to stop dead in her tracks.  Roxanne gently slides her robe open to expose her porcelain skin to the glow of the moon.  Electra goes to rub her shoulders once again, but Roxanne holds a finger up toward her.  Electra bows her head and walks off, muttering curses under her breath as Boy conceals his amusement under his mask.  Roxanne shakes her head and rolls her eyes before turning to face the crystal waters of Morningstar Beach.  No sooner than she considers sitting back in her chair does she hear a very distinct voice.

Tessa:  Bloody hell!  Yer Roxanne, aren’t ye?

Roxanne opens her mouth, not sure how to react to someone being completely and utterly pleased to see her.  She keeps her intensely neutral expression on her face as she gently folds her glasses, hooking one piece on the ring in the center of her chest.  She looks up to see the blonde standing there in a black tank top with the Pixies emblem emblazoned upon the front and ripped jean shorts with the pockets hanging out of the bottoms, and more beads than any one person should wear unless it were an attractive twenty something girl at Mardi Gras.  Her bleached hair is tied and to the left side as her light freckles are tickled by the orange from the fading sun.  Tessa’s Irish-Cockney accent seems to intrigue her a bit, so she doesn’t immediately snap at her.

Roxanne:  Oh… hello Fiona…

Tess crinkles her nose up as she giggles in confusion.  Roxanne winks at her, knowing the reference has gone completely over her head.  She relaxes a bit in her chair as Tess grabs the nearest chair, bringing it up to Roxanne.  Even though the moment for questioning Roxanne’s name confusion, Tess can’t help but ask the obvious question.

Tessa:  What?  No, my name is Tess, Tessa, Contessa… Not Fiona.

Roxanne:  You don’t say…

Tess doesn’t exactly know how to respond as she kicks back in her chair.  She giggles as she looks down at Boy who is curled up at Roxanne’s feet, but she decides not to question it.

Roxanne:  Obviously, you don’t watch Burn Notice, so we don’t have that in common… What common thread do we have that makes you think I want to spend my relaxing evening sitting next to you?

Tessa:  Ummm…. Well, I admire yer work in the ring.  Yer just as cheeky as ye are tough.

Roxanne:  You should join my fan club.  All members get a free t-shirt, and an opportunity to sit next to me without me bitchslapping them all over the beach.

Tessa:  With an attitude like that, I get the feeling I would be the one and only member of that club.  Maybe I could buy ye a real drink and ye could forgive me for being so rude.

Roxanne chuckles under her breath as she slowly turns her head to face Tessa, giving her some hint of respect.  She looks over to her colorful drink and then back over to Tess.  She slowly nods her head as Tess throws her hand up into the air to grab someone’s attention.

Tessa:  Us natural reds need to stick together I guess.  That way when one of us gets extra c*nty, the other can back her up, yeah?

Roxanne:  Is one of the terms of this free drink listening to you talk about bonding over Channing Tatum movies and secret dildo stories, because if it is, I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass…

Tessa:  No, I just… Ye know what?  If ye don’t want me around, I can just leave.

Roxanne doesn’t oppose her, simply offering a disgustingly fake “sweet” smile.  Tessa grumbles as she gets up from the chair.  She starts to walk off before mumbling just loud enough for Roxanne to hear her.

Tessa:  … and it would be an absolute fucker if that slag Amy Marshall gets away with trashing your name around the entire resort…  Ye probably did purposely duck out of that fight.

Roxanne:  Excuse me?  If you want to get, as you put it… “extra c*nty” with me, at least have the goddamn courtesy to say it loud enough for me to hear the whole thing!  No doubt that pathetic scag is saying all sorts of things about me, but I don’t need you acting like it’s some big fucking miraculous revelation to me.  Her mouth is only good for two things, and spewing shit has been known to be one of them.  The other you two apparently have in common.

Roxanne opens her mouth and jolts her fist toward her mouth, poking the opposite side with her tongue.  Tessa growls loudly, turning around to face Roxanne so that she could see her fiery Irish eyes staring daggers through her.  Roxanne lifts herself off of the seat, causing Boy to perk up like a cat, watching in a strange sort of anticipation.  Roxanne walks over to Tessa, puffing her chest out like a man in a confrontation.  Tessa suddenly starts laughing, causing Roxanne to cock her head to the side curiously.

Tessa:  I like ye, Roxie…

Roxanne:  Trust me when I say that the feeling is very much NOT mutual…

Tessa:  It doesn’t change the fact that I put many a quid on ye against Amy.

Roxanne:  Then you are even dumber than you look.  Do you think I am actually meant to win this match?  They all but declared a winning when they announced this match.  Not that I couldn’t take Amy with my hands tied behind my back, but with Necra as the referee?  She knows that without that Roulette title, people will realize she is irrelevant, possibly even more than Amy herself.  So she is busy kissing Amy’s moronic ass, while Amy pretends she doesn’t care.  But it is the one bit of attention she actually gets rather than botching title matches every time she turns around.

Tessa:  Ye can find a way to win this.  And if ye don’t, ye will regret it.  I don’t just throw a hundred quid at anybody.  Call it a gut feeling…

Roxanne rolls her eyes at Tessa, almost groaning at her pathetic attempt to pep her up.  Tessa folds her arms across her chest, not giving an inch to Roxanne’s attempt at intimidating her.  Plus, she realizes that she has struck a chord with Roxanne.

Roxanne:  With Necra trying to ride on Amy’s scraggily coattails, which is a complete role reversal these days, there is no way that Necra will allow me to win.  But that doesn’t mean that I won’t bitch smack her all around the ring, and make her wish that she never stepped foot on my bad side.  Hell, I might even pull out a chair and knock both of their asses out, getting disqualified.  But I will be damned if Amy gets to pin me.  She will be lucky to even touch me in this match.  She might as well pretend it is another title match, because she is going to walk away empty handed and with a welt on her forehead.  See, instead of pointing out that she has more crabs in her panties than all of the seven seas combined, like the “sheep” she claims I am… I will point out facts.

Tessa nods her head, allowing Roxanne to go off into her own little tangent.  She smiles, getting the rise she had hoped for, even if it took a lot less work than she had planned for.  Roxanne begins pacing as if Tessa is merely the camera during a shoot interview.

Roxanne:  She is dumber than a special school drop out.  That alone is my greatest advantage.  She talks out of her ass, claiming that all I do is choke.  I have not been defeated in a decade.  I led her to one of her very few victories here in SCW.  The only other explanation besides being fuck-tarded is that she is displacing her own self esteem issues and her guilt unto me.  She is SCW’s resident choke artist.  She is the female Casey Williams!  All I have done here is win matches, and awards for putting on the best match of SCW’s first year.  I have Mark Ward who is pissy because I’m the one Bombshell who won’t get down on all fours for him, and he tries his best to sabotage me at every turn.  Yet I… still… win!

Roxanne pauses and looks directly at Tessa, fueling her good mood even further.  Roxanne gets within a few inches of her face as if trying to get her to listen even further.  Roxanne tightens her fists together as she growls before continuing.

Roxanne:  I left my mark in SCW without ever having to win a worthless championship belt to prove my worth.  I did something that no one will ever be able to take away from me, along with Misty.  We made history.  Amy is jealous of that fact, and she tries to throw it in my face that she was some piddly Bombshell Tag Team Champion with Necra, as if that is some sort of major accomplishment.  Had they beaten The Fallen, then I might concede to her with that fact, but she didn’t.  The two of them couldn’t take on either Odette or Misty alone and stand any kind of a chance.  Long story short, she is worthless, and I will prove that in the ring come Sunday.  And if Necra knows what is best for her, then she will stay the fuck out of my way and call things down the middle.  If not, I WILL be on a war path…

With that, Roxanne bumps into Tessa’s shoulder and storms off in a huff.  Tessa seems surprised at how abruptly things had ended.  Boy quickly lowers the umbrella from Roxanne and tucks it into the bag next to the beach chair.  He zips the bag closed and flings it over his shoulders as he runs to catch up to Roxanne.  Tessa watches the scene, completely amused.  She stands there for a moment before breaking down into a fit of laughter.  She literally pats herself on the back as she strolls off in the opposite direction, pleased with herself.

 ”Unspeakable things occur in the darkness shroud
You are fooling yourself if you think battling them is an easy fight
All of those fears, spoken from the back of your mind aloud
Rest assured, what is done in the dark will be brought to the light”
And so it was said by the Sisters of Light
The Darkness is upon us


The cold stone walls drip with dew in this dimly lit dungeon.  The semi rusted shackles hanging from the walls and the various lit torches give off a medieval prison sort of feel.  In the middle of the room, a young man rests down on his knees.  His buttocks are exposed beneath the leather chaps adorning his legs, and his bare flesh trembles at the cold radiating from the winter grounds.  He obediently holds his hands behind his back, clutching onto his left wrist as he bows his head low.  The vapors from his breaths trickle from his shivering lips into the darkened room, but he doesn’t make a sound.  His entire head is covered in a leather mask, shy of his deep, dark brown eyes, and his lusciously plump lips.  He flexes his muscles a bit to produce some sort of warmth for his nearly naked body.  He sighs in temporary relief as a small amount of heat produces a steam from his skin, making him cold once again.  The slow, obnoxiously loud creaking sound echoes from within the room as his eyes dart up toward the stairs of the cellar.  They are now filled with hope until a clicking sound destroys any hope.  He looks back down at the ground as the clicking gets louder, accompanied by a low tone scratching.  Scrrrrratch.  Clank.  Click.  Scrrrrrrrrrrratch.  Clank.  Click…  As the sounds get louder, the man’s eyes close and his mouth gapes open.  He takes in slow and steady breaths.  The scuffling of shoes across the grainy brick flooring makes his breaths become shallower.  A loud laugh echoes off of the walls and through his ears as the click/scratch noises continue.  At the bottom of the staircase, a woman stands, clad in faded black jeans and a flame printed shirt.  Her chestnut hair bounces at her sides as she flashes her big brown eyes at the man on the ground.  She slowly circles him, flicking her Zippo lighter open, igniting it, and then extinguishing it.  She teases him by igniting it right in front of his face, and then laughing as he flinches slightly.  After circling him a couple more times, she kneels down and kisses the top of his head, rubbing it playfully as he sits there in his own shame.

Electra:  Awww, you are no fun.  You should know that I wouldn’t ever light you on fire, kitty.

She flicks her lighter open once again, staring into the flame with excitement and intrigue.  She manages to fight the urge to keep her eyes open, and clinches them tightly for a moment.  A half smile creeps onto her face as she brings the flame ever so delicately close to his hardened and exposed nipple.  He shakes, but doesn’t make a sound, causing Electra to laugh once again.

Electra:  Well, I guess one should never say never, right?  I wouldn’t want you to think I was a liar, now would I?

She removes the lighter from his personal bubble, flicking her tongue against her lips in excitement.  She stands up and continues to circle him, pondering to herself   She raises her free hand up to her chin, stroking it curiously as she tries to figure the best way to convey what she means.  After a moment of deliberation, she raises a finger into the air successfully.

Electra:  I am less likely to light you on fire in comparison to many others.  Don’t you find any comfort in that at all?

Electra grits her teeth together as the man sits there silently.  She smacks him across the face with the lighter in the palm of her hand, and then she stomps angrily.  She yanks on the strings on the back of his head so that he looks directly up at her.  His mouth opens in shock, and his eyes light up with an urgent sense of danger as he sees the fire of the torches reflecting in hers.

Electra:  Look what you made me do!  You made me drop my lighter on the ground, and the spring popped out.  It is broken, and it is all because of you!

She gathers up the pieces of the lighter as the poignant clicking of heels is heard coming down the stairs.  It doesn’t take long before the latex boots hit the cellar floor.  Scanning up the fishnet stockings to the tantalizingly short leather skirt, his eyes show some form of relief.  The leather corset with red lace trim excites him, but it is the pale white skin and dark red lipstick that brings on the final sigh.  Her blue-green eyes are lit up, but she pays him no mind.  The rejection stings as Roxanne seductively walks along the floor.  She stops right in front of him, but turns to Electra.  She runs her fingers through the delicately wavy brown hair and down her silky smooth cheek.  She kisses the top of Electra’s head, and the corners of her lips curl up just a bit in a warm smile.

Roxanne:  My kitten… You are so broken on the inside.  So fragile, so vulnerable, so… so precious.  That is why I love you like a child, because you are like a child.  Purr my darling…

Obediently, Electra purrs a little as Roxanne scratches gently under her chin.  She reaches around and hugs onto Roxanne’s leg.  Roxanne helps her up and surprises her by handing a brand new, blue flame printed Zippo lighter.  Electra gasps in delight and immediately flips it open.  She looks at Roxanne who smiles brightly this time.  She puts her finger on the wheel, but waits for Roxanne’s response to her silent inquiries.

Roxanne:  Yes, it has been filled as well.  Only the best for my kitten.

Electra runs off, flicking the lighter.  Click.  Scrrrratch.  Clank.  Click.  Scrrrrrrrrrratch.  Clank.  She disappears up the stairs like a child on Christmas morning, off to play with her new toy.  Roxanne’s joyful eyes fade as she looks down at the man sitting on the ground obediently.  By comparison, Roxanne should be happier to see such loyalty and sanity, but she looks down at him in disgust.  She rolls her eyes and then reaches up from the ceiling.  She pulls down a long tow chain and she hooks it onto the ring at the bottom of his mask.  She yanks on it and immediately he springs up.

Roxanne:  I will not tolerate disobedience, boy.  The next time you decide to speak to my kitten that way, you will spend two days in the cellar, on your knees… over raw rice.  If you thought I was cruel dressing you in chaps and a thong, just wait and see what else you will be missing if you decide to act out that way again.

Boy:  Yes mistress.  It was wrong of me to do.

Roxanne spins around and her eyes flare open.  She opens her lips that are quivering in anger.  She flicks her leg up and it comes crashing down on the chain, dragging him back down harshly to the ground.  She hunches over his knelt down body and zips shut the mouth piece of the mask.

Roxanne:  You are damn right it was wrong to do.  Do you know what else is wrong to do?  Speaking when you have not been given permission.  If I weren’t expecting guests, I would lock you back up for the rest of the evening as well.

He nods his head and looks down.  Despite the harshness of her words, he adores her for them as he gets on his hands and knees.  Roxanne lets up on the chain and turns back toward the stairs.  He walks like a dog to the stairs, slowly walks up behind Roxanne.  He is careful to stay five paces behind her at all times to avoid any more solitude.   As they walk up the stairs to the cellar, a faint light hits his eyes, making him clinch them to allow them to adjust.  Roxanne tugs him along through what would appear to be a basement.  The pipes drip lightly, echoing throughout the concrete structure.  As they come to the stairs, Roxanne turns her head ever so slightly with a loving look spread upon her face.  She pushes open the heavy wooden door to an almost medieval looking hallway.  Electra is sitting there flicking her lighter open and closed, sparking the large flame and watching it extinguish with a child-like amusement.  Roxanne wraps the chain around the concrete post leading up another flight of stairs.  She gently pats Electra on her head in a loving manner.

Roxanne:  Kitten, I’m afraid I have to ask you to wait upstairs in your room.

Electra:  I will, but I want you to know that it is pure bullshit that I have to concede to that delusional cow, and I don’t think you should either.

Roxanne’s nostrils flare as she looks over to Electra.  A small “eep” noise escapes her lips as she jumps back.  The slave boy’s eyes light up in what can only be expressed as a smile upon his face.  His posture fades momentarily as he gently points at her.  Electra sticks her tongue out, prompting him to stop his taunting immediately.  Roxanne spins around, clinching her jaw.

Roxanne:  Somebody is begging for something even more harsh than rice.  How about two spike straps?

Roxanne turns to Electra who also forces the smile off of her face in a hurry.

Roxanne:  And remember, even though I have certain loyalties to you, that doesn’t mean that I am above punishing you.  I have done it before, and I am damn sure to do it again if you refuse to respect my authority and my decisions.

Electra:  You better not bow to her.  She isn’t Queen of anything but a bunch of psychos.

Roxanne:  You had better move along upstairs because they will be here any minute, and if I so much as hear a peep from you, then you might be pulling ash tray duty tonight instead of Boy.

Electra rolls her eyes and Roxanne swiftly pulls the lighter from her hand.  She places in on the ground, and then puts her six inch stiletto heel against it, threatening to stomp it to oblivion and Electra nearly wails out.  She waves her hands in the air in surrender.  She falls to her knees and hugs onto Roxanne’s leg.  Roxanne straightens up her posture and begins rubbing the top of Electra’s head gently.  She removes her heel from the lighter and Electra quickly scoops it up.  She runs up the stairs in a hurry, just as the doorbell rings.  Roxanne gets a sly smirk on her face as she grabs onto the tow chain containing Boy.  She walks him toward the door, opening it with authority.  Who should be standing there but Mr. Erik Staggs, Misty, and Giani Di Luca.  She gives Erik a gentle hug and motions for him to enter.  He carries a bottle of red wine in his hand as an offering.  Giani offers Roxanne a purple rose and genuflects for her.  She smirks and lifts him back to both feet.  She motions for him to enter next.  The last one standing on the porch is Misty.  The two share an intense stare down.  After the match they put on together several months ago, the award winning Bloodbath match, this was the moment of truth.  Could all of that animosity truly disappear within the snap of a finger?  Strangely enough, it is.  Both women smile and lock up for a sincere embrace.

Roxanne:  Misty… I am truly glad you could join us tonight for the dinner.

Misty:  I am honored to attend.  Thank you for opening your home to me after everything we have been through.

Erik:  It is all in the past, ladies.  We are about progress, and it is very heart warming to see that you two can coincide like this.  No group of Bombshells can hold a candle to what you two are capable together.

Misty and Roxanne both nod their heads with wicked smiles on their faces.  Roxanne turns to Misty in a display of respect.  She kneels down on one knee for a brief moment.  Misty smirks and teases at Roxanne.

Misty:  You call that a bow, Roxie?

Roxanne:  Well, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t been on my knees since I learned to walk so you should feel honored, my Queen.

Roxanne flicks her tongue out in a playfully venomous way.  Misty nods in acceptance of this. Roxanne motions for her to enter along with the others.  In the corner, Giani is sickened, yet intrigued by some of the art of ancient S&M acts depicted along the walls.  He picks up a trinket and studies it as Roxanne tries not to giggle.  Misty proceeds to the center of the foyer where Erik is standing and Roxanne picks up the tow chain, bringing her Boy and her guests into the rustic looking living room.  She offers them a seat around the round glass table in front of a lit fireplace.  Roxanne pulls a cigarette from her case hidden in her corset and she lights it up, taking a long hard drag from it.  Erik pulls two cigars from his pocket and hands one over to Giani as Misty sits there, looking curiously at Roxanne as she pulls the chain from around Boy’s collar.  Boy lies down on the table and Roxanne locks him in his shackles.

Roxanne:  Dinner should be ready here in a moment.

Roxanne’s guests look on in curiosity as Roxanne spins the table around to where Boy’s head is in front of her crimson red chase lounge chair.  She smirks as she reaches over and unzips Boy’s mouth hole and he obediently opens his mouth as she ashes inside of his mouth as if it were nothing.  Misty looks a bit appalled, but keeps it to herself.  Erik raises an eyebrow and then tucks the cigar back in his mouth.  Giani shrugs his shoulders and lights the cigar anyway.  In order to break the awkward silence, Erik quickly being speaking.

Erik:  So… Um, it is a lovely home you have here Roxanne.

Roxanne:  Yes, I know.  Outside of wrestling, I have cut a major modeling deal with Leather Goddess clothing.  Not to mention turning down wrestling deals all around the world.  I have believed in your cause since the day you stepped into SCW, Erik, and I am willing to fight for it.

The rest of her guests nod their heads in agreement as Giani spins the table around.  He forces his ashes into Boy’s mouth in an almost sick sort of manner, enjoying it.  Roxanne smirks as she sees this and brings the long cigarette to her crimson lips, dragging long and deep.

Erik:  You certainly have not learned to be humble in your time off, have you?

Roxanne pulls the cigarette away, releasing a slow stream of silvery smoke from her lips as a smile spreads over her face. She gently crosses her legs, leaning back, tempting every man in the room with her ample bosom, and had she not been mistaken, possibly Misty as well.

Roxanne:  Humble?  Why should I be humble about anything?  I am one of the best in the business, man or woman.  I could go out there right now and win any title I wanted in any of the alliance feds.  I would be unstoppable, and I think even the imbeciles in charge of Sin City Wrestling know that too.  If not, they would not keep giving me problems with my official contract signing.  No offense to you, Misty, of course.

Misty:  Of course…

Misty doesn’t look very pleased with Roxanne’s claim, but for the sake of maintaining unity with her teammate, she lets this one slide.  After all, Roxanne did make an attempt at bowing, which was something she would never do normally.  Roxanne looks over to Erik, resting her blue-green eyes on him for just a moment.

Roxanne:  This special appearance will only be the beginning for us and our cause, Erik.  It is hard to believe that you didn’t book this match all by yourself, because any one of my teammates could handle all three of those losers all by themselves.  The fact that all three of us are in this match makes it seem like a joke.

Erik:  There is no way any match with any member of Team Erik could be considered a joke.

Roxanne:  Undoubtedly.  It just seems like an easy way for us to get over.  Necra, Amy, and myself… there is no way we will lose.  Who has even heard from Becky “Ragdoll” Jones in ages around here.  Sure she won the Bombshell Roulette and Bombshell tag belts, but that was quite a while ago.

Giani spins the table around once more, ashing into Boy’s mouth, burning his lips with the tip on “accident”.  He lets out a loud, sarcastic “Oooops!” as Roxanne shrugs it off.  She is too deep into her rant to let anyone else interrupt that.

Roxanne:  And Karina Koji.  Can anyone say “Lame Romanian Kittie Knock-off”?  What has she done besides riding off of Despayre’s fame over the last few months?  She is nothing, and probably the second weakest link in this match.  She is a former one time champion who didn’t make it past the first defense, and since then has been a whole lot of nothing.  If she were to step to the likes of any Sister, she would wind up defeated within seconds.  She might be crazy, but isn’t there some sort of prerequisite for a mental disorder to sign a contract with Sin City Wrestling?

Giani:  Ey!  Whaddaya talkin’ about, Roxie.  I got no mental disabilities.

Roxanne:  You come from the Jersey Shore, that’s your disability.  But, as I was saying… Karina Koji is nothing but a handicap to her already handicapped team.  I don’t know whether to be happy about an easy match, or be offended that they are throwing this sort of rubbish in front of Sisters of Light… in front of Team Erik.

Erik nods his head, almost looking as if he is getting sick from the idea of what has been put out in front of his team.  Roxanne shakes her head in disgust, joined in by Misty as well.  Giani is too occupied with his own sadistic joys of torturing the human ashtray.

Misty:  If that is what they want to do to us, then perhaps we will just take out the trash and prove to them that we are the premiere talent in Sin City Wrestling.  Our side has the best talent of the company, and there is nothing they can do to stop us from taking over.

Roxanne:  Oh, but we have forgotten about Faith.  The best up and coming Bombshell trained by the ever so “important” Spike Staggs.  She is the east side trash trying to pose as a legitimate competitor.  She is the big heaping pile of shit that Spike Staggs decided to form into his likeness.  She squeaked by Amy a few weeks ago, and still couldn’t clinch gold. Faith choked, and she will choke all over again when she steps in the ring with three legends.  We will make an example of this piece of gutter trash, and there is nothing that will get in our way.  Sisters of Light will go out there and make you proud, Erik.  We will come out victorious; all sides of your team will show that there are strength in numbers…

As Roxanne puts out her cigarette on Boy’s tongue as a young blonde woman dressed in a leather top and matching chaps comes out and whispers into Roxanne’s ears.  Roxanne nods her head with a smile and slowly uncrosses her legs.  She leans off of the chair and stands up in front of her guests to address them.

Roxanne:  Dinner is served.  If you would all kindly follow me to the dining room…

Roxanne waits for her guests to stand.  Giani puts out his cigar in Boy’s mouth, nearly choking him with the tobacco and the burn.  He remains obedient as he simply sputters it out onto his lips.  Roxanne turns toward a wooden door, leading her guests into the dining room.  As she pushes through the door, her guests seem mildly shocked at what they see.  Laid out upon the table is a lovely buffet style spread.  A lovely tossed salad, a colorful vegetable medley, seasoned potatoes, a bread and butter tray, and Chicken Marsala… all displayed over leather clad hunks chained down to the table.  Their well-oiled bodies shine in the lovely candle-lit atmosphere.  Misty looks quietly disturbed while Giani and Erik exchange a glance of disgust.  Being polite, they don’t utter a word as Roxanne offers her guests plates.

Roxanne:  Dig in…

Roxanne’s lips part into a glorious smile as she motions for her guests to start before her.  They reluctantly step to the line and work their way down as the scene fades… TO BLACK!


”Now is the time to cower in fear, for it has begun
Once these three very different souls unite
With so much power, we will be stopped by none
Rest assured, what is done in the dark will be brought to the light”
And so it was said by the Sisters of Light
The Darkness is upon us

 In order to understand my current actions, you must understand every action leading up to now.  Misty and I have mostly had a hatred toward each other from the very beginning.  However, I showed her the greatest act of humility and trust that any one person can show, and she just pissed on it and threw it away…

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Scene One:  Three Letters That Spelled Death

The darkness is only illuminated by a single stream of light shining down upon a barren desk.  The pen scratching is heard through a series of heavy sniffles.  Upon approaching the desk, the silhouette of an Amazon-like woman is seen lifting up a glass to her lips.  The sound of furious gulping is heard as the woman sets the glass down to continue writing.

Dear Misty,

I have been a dreadful person in the past, and I want to apologize to you for that.  I know I have said it with words, but I feel like those words were not enough.  I was a selfish woman who put my own desires above those of the two people I care most about in this world, Spike and Timothy.  I have seen how you stepped up to do the things that I could not bring myself to do, and for that, I applaud you.  Everything you have done for my baby will not go unnoticed by me.  You are a stand up woman, and no matter how they portray you on GXW television, you will always be a saint in my eyes.

All I have ever wanted was for Spike to be happy, and it took me the longest time to realize that he can’t be happy with me.  Once I realized that, I decided it was time to step away for a bit to collect myself.  I then came back, but I still wasn’t me.  I cannot shake the sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll lifestyle, because it is who I have become.  Stepping away from wrestling was the worst decision I could have made, because now I am even worse than I was when I first left and vacated my title for that fiery whore, Electra, to hold.  I gave up a six month reign when it could have easily been a year.  I am glad that you have recaptured the belt, and I hope that your third time with it is the charm.

I am not only writing you today to tell you about what a wonderful person you are.  I am not writing to concede to you that you were right about me all along.  I am writing you because I wanted to let you know that you, Spike, and Timmy will never have to worry about me bothering you again.  Since the closure of GXW, I have not been able to get a job wrestling due to my lifestyle.  More specifically the drug screening.  I have done everything I can think to do in order to make myself a better person, and a better mother to my child.  I just have to come to terms with the fact that you are a better mother than I could ever be.

As creepy as it might sound, I have watched you with him, going to the store, or to the park.  I have seen how you and Spike treat him like the parents he never had.  He deserves someone like you.  It is a massive responsibility to lay at your feet, but I know you are equipped to handle it.  Just be good to my boy.  Good luck on starting a family with Spike, because that is what he really needs.  Who knows, he might even become less of a prick.

Be good to my boys,
-Roxanne

Roxanne folds the letter up as a tear drops down onto it.  Her mascara stains it as she shoves it into an envelope.  She addresses it to Misty and then sets it off to the side.  Her face is shrouded by shadows, but the silhouette is seen picking up a bottle.  The cap is heard crudely unscrewing as she pours the amber liquid into the glass with a few half melted pieces of ice.  She drinks it down quickly, muttering an “Oh God” before she pulls out another piece of paper.

Dear Spike,

I know that you will never be able to find it in your heart to forgive me for everything that I have done, but I do hope that once I am gone, you will forget with time.  I have been a wretched woman, and I don’t expect any sort of kindness from you.  Just the little bit that I had received from Misty before GXW closed was more than I ever expected from either of you.  I know she has a softer soul than you do, and that is why you were so adamant about saving her from that burning dumpster.

You two are meant to be together and it shows.  The both of you together remind me of us once upon a time.  But that was before everything got complicated.  I have been nothing but a selfish person and I apologize to you for that.  I walked around with the attitude that if I couldn’t have you, no one could.  And I am supposed to be the sane one, right?  Seeing you with someone else just wrecked me, Spike.  It destroyed me thinking that you could be happy with someone else besides me.  I did not go about it the right way, but in my own fucked up way, it was to show you that I still cared… care about you.  I always will, even after I am gone.

If you have read this far, then I am impressed, as I’m sure I am the last person you would give the kindness of hearing out.  These are my final words to you, for you will no longer have to worry about me coming around and torturing you, Misty, or our son.  This is the greatest act kindness I could ever think to give to you and Timmy.  Just promise me one thing, Spike.  Try to change for your family.  You have made a name for yourself as being the ruthless, backstabbing, Sadistic Bastard, and you have finally held a World championship.  With your knee messed up, just spend time with Timmy and work on being a better person for our son.  He deserves one outstanding parent.  For his sake, I hope that you do not tell him what happened to me.  It is better that you all just forget me.  Forget everything about me except the promise, Spike.

Forever and For Always,
<3Roxanne

Roxanne leans down to read the words from the letter.  She looks for any sort of mistake, or anything she might have forgotten as the mascara streams down her face and onto the paper.  She wipes at her eyes and then folds the letter up and places it in an envelope, addressing it to Spike.  She starts to get up from her seat when something stops her.  She looks back down to the desk and then she sits back in her seat.  She holds the two letters in her hands, tossing them back and forth between her hands, and thinking over what she is doing and whether or not it is really right.  She nods her head and then pulls out one last piece of paper.  She lays it down flat and then taps her pen against the paper.

Dear Electra,

I need you to do me a favor.  I have listed you as my emergency contact.  No matter what you hear, when you are called to identify a body, please say it is mine.  We’re going to take an extended trip to Las Vegas.  I need you to be strong through all of this, because I really think that I need to disappear… forever.  I have caused so many problems, and so much heartache.  Whenever people look at me, I can feel their eyes judging me.  I can feel their hatred radiating out of their eyes.  I just can’t take it anymore.

Worst of all, whenever I look at my son interacting with Misty, and how motherly she is to him, I feel like disappearing is the best thing I could possibly do.  And since I made you a GXW Women’s Champion, I hoped that maybe you would come along with me and start over in a place where people won’t know what kinds of things you have done.  It will be hard, but we can make it through, I promise.  What do you say?

-Roxanne

P.S. Burn this letter after you read it.  I figured you would enjoy doing so anyway…

Roxanne wipes away at her eyes, taking another drink from her glass, emptying it this time.  She tri folds the letter, and slides it into a third envelope.  She quickly scribbles Electra’s name on the front, and then picks it up, holding it underneath her arm as she gets up from the table.  She turns the desk lamp off and then her heals can be heard clicking against the floor before a door opens.  Upon slamming, the scene fades out.

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Three letters had spelled Death for me.  And with that, every painful thing I had ever done in my life had been buried under a headstone with the name “Roxanne” engraved upon it.  Everything felt so simple after that.  As selfish as it sounds, I was free as a bird.  I had entrusted my child’s well-being to Misty since Spike was clearly not in the right frame of mind to handle being a single father.  Misty was starting to change him in ways I never could.  I never would have even tried, to be honest.  It wasn’t healthy for our son to live in that life, and I knew if I were gone, he would stand a real chance at a normal life.  So I sat back, and I took a mental family photo, and I knew everything would be alright.

Of course… Electra didn’t join me in Vegas, but she did give the police the slip.  One of my girls has a problem with some bad blow.  No family, no friends, she would have wanted to be buried under my name anyway.  Thanks to Electra, we all found a peaceful resolution to all of our problems, or so we thought…

Scene Two: Lilith

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The lights on the stage are dimmed down as the men clamor for their seats.  The scent of bathroom polo, cheap cigars, and Budweiser draught fill the entire club as they rub their grubby little paws over their dollar bills.  The music starts up slowly as the lights flash to a low red, showing off glittery curtains behind a thin stripper pole.  The men, and a couple of women, gather around, and their attention floods to the stage.

DJ:  Alright, alright gentlemen… Get them bills ready cause our brightest talent is about to make an encore performance.  Please welcome to the stage… Lilith!

A murmur rises from the audience as a spotlight shines against the curtains.  They stare on in anticipation as a simply snake head pokes through.  It waves back and forth before being joined by another.  It looks around the opposite direction before the curtains part.  Making her way though, the woman that we know as Roxanne is clad in a black wig.  Her face is marked up with black symbols.  Her eyes are closed as she teases the real snap draped over her shoulders with the realistic looking “hand puppets”.  She sways her hips from side to side as she comes to the center of the stage.  She opens her mouth to reveal serpentine fangs in her mouth.  She stops dead in her tracks and her eyes flutter open to reveal they are completely black.  She smirks with a sort of hidden confidence as she continues to sway her hips.  Her arms seem to chase each other in an eternal dance as she runs her tongue over the sharp fangs.  She shakes off the snake skin patterned cape to reveal knee high stiletto heeled boots and a snake skin corset over a matching patterned bottom.

The cheers rise up from the audience as a couple of bills slide onto the stage.  “Lilith” uses one of her snake hands to grip onto the pole as she slowly begins circling it.  After a few rounds, she raises her hand above her head on the pole and she places her back against it.  The real snake coils around her arm and onto the pole.  She wipes at her forehead in a dramatic display, careful not to smudge the symbol, before she lowers down to a crouching position.  As her arms wiggle out to her sides, she falls down to the ground in a precise and calculated manner.  On her knees and elbows, she crawls forward, flicking her serpent tongue wildly as she senses out the crowd.  A man in the front row tosses a few bills toward her and she closes her eyes, scooping them up with the snake hand and shoving it into the corset.

“Lilith” leans back on her knees as she runs the snakes over her stomach slow and firm.  She does a quick display of belly dancing as she loosens up the corset.  It drops down, revealing a tiny snake skin print top.  The cat calls start pouring out at her amazing display of belly dancing before she stops.  The snake hands fly out to her sides as she slowly rises, swaying her shoulders back and forth to the beat of the music.  Once she is up to a standing position, one of the snakes slowly travels south, stopping at the appropriate mark.  The other raises into the air as she continues to belly dance.

”TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN TOP ALREADY!”

People around the redneck simply shake their heads, but “Lilith” flicks her tongue at the guy.  She slurps it back into her mouth before turning around to show her backside half way exposed.  She gives it a smack.  If her hands were free, a middle finger would have been the proper gesture to express her feelings.  She sways her hips back and forth, side to side to accompany the beat of the music.  She gyrates firmly, but not aggressively, giving a prime view of her ass-ets.  She approaches the pole and begins working it, popping off her top as the camera quickly cuts away.

BACKSTAGE

Roxanne is removing the black symbols from her face, her black contacts sitting in solution in front of her.  The black wig is fluffed out on the make up table at her side.  She sighs as she sees someone approaching her in the mirror.  It is Electra Blaze, who is quickly being approached by security.  Roxanne smirks.

Roxanne:  I feel so safe, knowing that a pyromaniac got backstage without any of you imbeciles being privy to it.  You are really earning your wages, aren’t you Rocco and Berlin…?

The men offer shy smiles as they wrap their arms around Electra’s, stopping her dead in her tracks.  Roxanne slowly swivels around to look at them as Electra starts to protest.

Electra:  Get your dirty freaking hands off of me!  I’m not some piece of ass you can just get gr…

She stops herself and looks down at the ground as Roxanne covers her mouth.  She fakes surprise and hurt.  She turns back around in her seat and continues removing the paint from her face.  The two buff security guards begin hauling Electra off as she grunts and struggles to get free from them.  She is about to protest when Roxanne low, yet demanding voice stops her.

Roxanne:  She is a friend, dipshits... Even if she is the type that abandons her friends because it is more convenient.

Electra:  Whoa, hold on there Roxie.  Just because I didn’t uproot my entire life to come here with someone I hardly even know does not make me an opportunist.

Roxanne smirks as she finishes removing all of the unwanted paint.  She turns back around as the security guards leave the room.  Roxanne shrugs her shoulders, letting out a small sigh as she turns back around.  She places her hands underneath her chin, faking a curious smile as she looks up at Electra.

Roxanne:  You are about five years too late to come crawling back to me now.  You know, I made you in GXW.

Electra looks down at the ground, trying to hide from Roxanne’s burning stare.  She slowly nods her head before looking up toward Roxanne’s face.  She tries to force a smile onto her face, but her efforts leave a lot to be desired.

Electra:  I know... Thank you for that.  And thank you for letting me see you tonight.  For what it’s worth, I also burned that letter like you told me to.

Roxanne softens her expression as she gets up from the stool.  She stands up tall, hovering over Electra by close to a foot in her heels.  She matches Electra’s nod with her own as she wraps her arms around Electra to calm her down.

Roxanne:  I was only kidding, Electra.  Who do you think I am?  Misty?  I am actually very glad to see a familiar face around here.  I am just curious as to why you are here is all.  It isn’t like we have been in contact much lately.

Electra looks into Roxanne’s eyes, and her look alarm her deep inside.  Roxanne tenses up and prepares for the news that awaits her.  Electra tries to figure out the best way to tell Roxanne, but she isn’t coming up with any sort of sugar coating.

Electra:  Well… I thought you might want to know that, um… Misty left Spike tonight, for good.  She called me, which surprised the hell out of me, but…

Roxanne holds up a finger, unsure that she heard everything correctly.  Her hand shakes for a moment as she quells her anger.  She shakes her head and then tilts her head slightly to the side as she looks into Electra’s eyes.

Roxanne:  No.  This is a joke, because they are in love.  You are making this up because you are trying to get back at me for telling Michelle Andretti to throw you that surprise birthday party, right?

Electra:  No, but I should get you back for that.  It felt like living in a real life version of a Japanese Saturday morning cartoon for like five hours.  Seriously, Misty left me a voicemail after she left him at the altar.

Roxanne:  What?  No fu… No way.  Very funny.  Those two have been inseparable since they moved to Vegas.

Electra:  Uhh, stalker?

Roxanne looks as if she had just been caught in a rough spot.  Her emerald eyes glimmer in the light as she tries to think her way out of it.  Instead, she hopes that she can get by with acting as if the subject of “stalking” were never brought up.

Roxanne:  The last time I watched Climax Control, they were working very well together with this New X-Tremes thing.  You’ve got to be pulling my leg.

Electra:  No, there is already a techno remix video loop of Spike getting his testicles knocked into his stomach.  Look it up if you don’t believe me.  I know I have.

Electra tries to stifle her laughter as Roxanne simply gives her the evil eye.  Roxanne clinches her fists together tightly, visibly showing her anger in a rare display of emotion.  She takes in a deep breath but then grabs Electra’s phone, which is now playing a funky techno beat, and she throws it through the make up mirror.

Roxanne:  That FUCKING BITCH!  That damned cu-AHHHHH!  That low-down, disgusting cur of a woman had the nerve to drop Spike, in front of the fans?  Oh, she just found herself a plot next to “Roxanne” if I have anything to say about it!

Electra:  Yeah, because being in jail for first degree murder is really going to help the situation.  Instead of getting mad, just get even.  Make her pay for it.  That’s what I did when I set her closet on fire when she thought it was Timmy with a lighter.  That was funny.

Roxanne bites her lip, forcing a small trickle of blood to come from it.  Her breaths are shallow with her rage building up inside.  She kicks the stool over as a fellow coworker has started to enter the room.  She quickly turns around and exits to avoid the situation.

Roxanne:  Oh, you haven’t done shit to Misty…  Not yet anyway.

Roxanne’s anger quickly subsides as she swaggers closer to Electra.  She places an arm around her, pulling her in closely as she looks off into the distance.  Roxanne smiles as Electra appears to be confused.  With this, the scene fades out.

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I am supposed to be the sane one around here.  I am calm, cool, and calculated.  I never let my anger get the better of me.  Well, usually I do not let my anger get the better of me.  It was at that very moment that I decided Misty needed to pay for what she had done to Spike.  In order to really get into the situation to dissect things, I had to implement a couple of risky strategies.  I had to rely on Spike’s inability to deal with reality so that I could help him to improve.  In doing so, he could prove to Misty, even if she doesn’t admit it, that she was lucky to have had him.  Also, I had to convince Electra to play along as Misty’s bitch until the time was right.  That way, we could tear her down while we built Spike up.  And when everything was said and done, she would go back to the fiery pit that he dragged her out of.  That’s right, the burning dumpster is the same exact one that he pulled her from, with a pretty little paint job.

There is no way that Misty will live this down.  She is broken… very broken.  But she refuses to admit it.  Now that I am back, she won’t have a choice in the matter.

Scene Three: It’s Good To Be Queen


”I don’t believe it!  You two have been working together the whole time?”

Roxanne gives an almost evil yet satisfied smile to Kittie as they get out of Roxanne’s crimson red Aston Martin V12 Vantage.  Roxanne gently glides her nails over the glossy finish of the sports car before Electra comes crawling out.  Electra straightens out her flame printed tank top before stretching out and cracking her neck.  She flashes her own devious smile to Kittie.

Electra:  Bitch, you get to ride on the console on the way back…

Kittie sneers momentarily before turning her attention back to Roxanne who is slowly walking around the front.  She is wearing a black fishnet top that is slit to show off a spiked bra, and a mini skirt that hardly qualifies as an article of clothing, as well as her signature knee high stiletto heeled boots.  She pulls off her sunglasses and tucks them into her purse.  Kittie slides her hands into her black Tripp Pants with purple straps and silver chains dangling all over.  She looks from her own outfit to Roxanne’s, to Electra’s and she smirks.

Kittie:  We look like we are headed up to an Ozzfest, and Roxie looks like the chick in the bathroom selling BJ’s to the disgusting stoner fucks.

Kittie’s attempt at a joke is quickly met with a hard smack to the back of her head.  She stares at Kittie as if she is highly disgusted.

Roxanne:  I expect that from the likes of Misty and the rest of the Bombshell Division, but from my own SECOND best friend?  I have nothing more for you.

Kittie:  Jesus, Roxie… It was a fucking joke!

Kittie scoffs as she turns around, as if to beg sympathy from Electra who simply turns away, acting as if she doesn’t realize Kittie is staring.  Kittie rolls her eyes, looking over to Roxanne.  She is simply tapping her feet as if waiting for something.

Roxanne:  I wasn’t joking.  You’ve been demoted for that.  Listen up, little girl, because I am about to drop some wisdom unto you.  I run things.

Roxanne pauses and stares at Kittie who simply clinches her jaw.  They lock emerald eyes in a sort of stare down before Kittie finally shrugs her shoulders, begging Roxanne to continue.  Roxanne simply stares, taking one small step closer to Kittie.

Roxanne:  That’s it.  You wanted to run in my pack, and I am the alpha bitch.  We have a mission here in SCW, and it starts with me taking Misty out.

Kittie:  Oh, of course Mistress of Karma blah blah blah.  You can cut the bullshit because everyone knows you just have lady wood for knocking Misty off of her pedestal.  You already did it, and you aren’t giving up.

Electra:  You watch how you talk to her, Kit.  She made us what we are today, so show her some respect, okay?

Kittie bites onto her bottom lip as her eyes go ablaze with fury.  She takes a few steps forward toward Electra.  The two stand toe to toe, staring a hole into each other.  Electra maintains her devious smile as she watches Kittie getting angrier by the second.

Kittie:  Oh yeah?  Or what?

Electra chuckles before shoving Kittie down on her behind.  Kittie screams in frustration as she starts to get up.  Roxanne places the sole of her boot against Kittie’s forehead and pushes her back down to a horizontal position.  She is quick to press the pointed heel to Kittie’s throat, causing her to immediately obey.

Roxanne:  Or you prove that you are not with us, Kitten.  Do you know what it means when you are not with us?  You are against us.  That was Misty’s offense, and you’ve seen how we’ve made her pay.

Electra stoops down next to Kittie.  She gently removes Kittie’s hair from her face to offer her a clear view of her transparently sweet expression.  Kittie grits and bares her teeth at Electra.

Electra:  The snake cake was my idea.  Wasn’t it sweet?  Just imagine what I could do for your birthday…

Electra’s face turns sour as she stands back up.  Kittie lets out a small growl before calming herself down.  She holds her arms out in surrender as a gesture of good faith.  Roxanne stares at her for a moment before finally removing her heel from her neck.  She takes a few steps back, offering Kittie a friendly hand.  Kittie accepts it and Roxanne pulls her to her feet.  Kittie glares back at Electra as Roxanne smiles sweetly.

Roxanne:  You two, be sweet.  I expect you to become like sisters.  Now go on inside, and I will catch up with you in a moment.  We’ve got a lot to discuss.

They start to walk together, begrudgingly.  Roxanne growls.

Roxanne:  HOLD HANDS!

Electra scoops up Kittie’s hand as Roxanne smiles sweetly.  She stares as they walk toward the bar.  She runs her hands through her hair gently, pulling it back into a tail, tying it with a black and silver scrunchie.  She sighs as she turns back to the camera.  Her face is engulfed by the shadows, giving her suddenly serious demeanor a much more sinister effect.  She stares there for a moment in silence underneath the glow of the moonlight.

Roxanne:  There is a new pecking order around here.  The wolves have come to devour the hen house, and there isn’t a damned thing any of you can do to stop us.  Fall in line, or fall under our heels as we trample you.  It is your choice.

Roxanne slowly slides a cigarette from out of her purse, and she flicks a Bic lighter.  The glowing ember fires up intensely as she takes a deep, long drag.  She closes her eyes as she feels it calming her nerves slightly.  She exhales the silver stream and then flicks her eyes back to the camera.

Roxanne:  Tomorrow, when I beat the shit out of Misty, you will all see how effective I can be when I am on a mission.  My mission is to prove exactly why I am the queen of Sin City Wrestling.  I know that this won’t be an easy road, but what fun would it be if I didn’t have any opposition?  It would be bogus claims, like each and every one of you ladies.  Misty rattles on about how she is a three time GXW Women’s Champion, and the longest reigning GXW Women’s Champion in history.  Pretty damn impressive, isn’t it?

Roxanne winks at the camera before taking another long drag from her cigarette.  She gently preens at the ember with her thumbnail, cleaning it up as she slowly spins it around between her fingers.    She holds in the smoke for a moment longer before slowly letting it out.

Roxanne:  On paper, it sounds extremely impressive.  I am a former ONE TIME GXW Women’s Champion, and runner up to Misty’s reign.  Who in their right mind would challenge someone who, on paper, is better than they are?  Well, the fact of the matter is that I gave the championship to Electra Blaze for her first run as a champion.  I was bored with it and so I gave it away.  I held onto that belt for eight long months, defending it on an almost weekly basis, beating every single piece of shit they put in front of me.  That includes Misty.  With that cleared up, maybe you understand my position just a bit better.

Roxanne takes another long drag from the cigarette before dropping it to the ground.  She snuffs out the ember with her heel, causing small specks to fly behind her in the wind.  She lets the smoke slowly escape from her mouth, clouding up her face in the process.

Roxanne:  Now, it seems that I have already pissed someone off.  I have made another bombshell, and she insists on crying about it…  I am sorry that you were getting your ass kicked, and I saved you.  I gave you what you’ve always wanted, Brooklyn.  The thing is this… I didn’t do it to be nice to you.  I don’t give a fuck about you or your feelings, because you are just a place holder for the one who is truly supposed to hold that belt.  In case you haven’t connected the dots yet, it’s me.  See, I did it to prove to Misty that I can break her, the same way I broke that Mean Girl Angelica.  I gave her the warning, and she ran her mouth, so I finished the job.  I gave Misty an abundance of warnings, and she is STILL running her mouth.  Tomorrow, I will break her.  I will do what none of you have been able to do.  I will defeat Misty all on my own.  I will break her, and I will erase her and her legacy.  It is then that you will all bow down at my feet.  The queen… has spoken…

With that, Roxanne flings her purse over her shoulder.  She closes her eyes, and when she opens them up, she is looking up into the moon.  Her eyes are aglow as her pale white skin shines under the same light.  She takes in a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush preparing her to face Misty.  She slowly turns, placing her sweet smile back on her face as she begins walking up toward the bar.  The scene fades… TO BLACK!