Minneapolis, Minnesota
11/24/2015

Lyah Lindberg had just finished up an autograph session, her first signing alone as a member of the SCW roster. The turn out was better than the bombshell expected, but it was finally over.

Lyah stepped out of the building and out into the chilly day in Minnesota, which is typical for November. She's making her way to her rental car when she hears a voice call out from behind her.

Voice: Miss Linderg, Miss Lindberg.

Lyah turns around, looking around and points to herself.

Lyah: Yo, homeslice, you talkin' to me?

The man in the suit chuckles, as he catches up to her.

Man in Suit: Well, I've never been called homeslice before, but yes, I was looking for you. My name is Jerry Lineart. I'm actually in the film industry and I wanted to ask you-

Lyah opens her eyes, shaking her head aggressively.

Lyah: Whoa, whoa, holdup man. I'm not in the adult film industry. Why don't you just call it porn like a normal person? Anywho, that isn't me. I wrestle for SCW.

Jerry Lineart: I know who you are, Miss Lindberg, and what I was going to say was that I would love for you to audition for a role in an upcoming film I'm working on. We have a few titles right now, but it is an action film and it will be straight to dvd, but you would be perfect in the lead role. I'd like to invite you to come audition for it. Casting calls are in Mid-December. I know it would be your first film, but everyone starts somewhere. I think this would be good for your career as well. You wrestle, and in this movie you would be kicking a lot of butt if you get the role. This could be the perfect partnership. What do you think?

Lyah: I...really don't know what to say. If you haven't noticed I'm not necessarily the most...normal person in the world? I'm awkward at times, at least that's what I've been told. If casting calls are in December, can I take a week or two, look at my work schedule and think about it? Is that coolio?

Jerry can't hold back his chuckle at the blonde's odd choice of wording.

Jerry Lineart: You have quite the interesting vocabulary Miss Lindberg, but sure, that would be fine. Remember, this is a great opportunity for you. I really hope you consider it.

He pulls a business card out of his jacket pocket and hands it to her. She brings it close to her eyes, squinting to read it.

Lyah: Dude, holy small print.

Jerry Lineart: I hope to hear from you soon.

He offers a handshake and Lyah shakes it awkwardly as she then hurries to her rental car, feeling a little flustered about the entire ordeal. This is something she can't wait to tell Drake, but it would be better to talk about it in person.

END SCENE

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Labell's Restaurant
California
11/25/2015

Lyah Lindberg is seated at a table for two, in one of her favorite restaurants, Labell’s. The usual, laid back, dressed like a tomboy Bombshell is instead wearing an elegant black dress, with her makeup done and expensive earrings hanging from her ears. In her hand, she’s staring down at a letter she discovered on the bed she and Drake share upon returning from Minnesota for an autograph signing. She hasn’t seen Drake in a few days. She reads the letter out loud.

Lyah: Business all day, but tonight is yours. Meet me at Labell’s at 7 for dinner. I’ve missed you. Oh, and wear something nice. Yours, Drake.

She tucks the letter in her purse and looks around.

Lyah: Yeah, well its 7:15...so much for 7.

She scans around the dimly lit, high end restaurant again. From across the large room she can see Drake coming through the dining room, squeezing through tables. His hair is combed to the side and his beard is almost pointy. He is wearing a dark blue suit and an open collared white shirt. He smiles as he sees her and as he makes his way to the table, he leans in to give her a kiss. As soon as they touch lips, Lyah pulls away, smirking.

Lyah: Late as always, but you look handsome so I guess you’re excused.

Drake takes his seat across from her at the table.

Lyah: I haven’t seen you in days, dude. It feels like forever.

Lyah takes a small drink from the glass of water she had ordered at seven while waiting for Drake.

Lyah: I have so much to catch you up on, but first...what the heck have you been up to without me? You weren’t as text-itive as usual? Is that even a word?

She chuckles.

Drake: I know, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a ton on my mind.

He leans over the table.

Drake: But I missed you.

Lyah: I’ve missed you too. Let me see your phone.

She holds her hand out, to Drake’s surprise.

Lyah: Dude, let me see it. Here, you can see mine.

She pulls her phone out with her other hand and holds it towards him.

Lyah: You can see all of the steamy texts that I was sending to Hot Stuff….

She cracks up, and pulls her phone away, laughing.

Lyah: Chillax, I was just joking. But, yo, the autograph signing was incredible. Can you believe how many people came out to see a living, breathing, bathroom break?

He looks at her with a smile.

Drake: Just because some dumb bitch said something to you on Twitter doesn’t make it a reality. You’re not a bathroom break...you’re Lyah effing Lindberg.

Lyah: Yeah...that’s me.

The two place their orders, and as the waiter walks away, Lyah looks around the restaurant, before returning her gaze to Drake.

Lyah: So, I might have some more big news. God, I feel like I’m making this all about me. I’m like one of those snobby, rich bitches now. Promise, I’m not, but hey, if the heel fits, wear that shit, right?

Drake shakes his head.

Drake: What are you going on about? Just say it already. And don’t worry...you might be my favorite topic of conversation.

Lyah: Well, I met some pretty cool people at the autograph signing, in Minnesota of all places. Apparently its a hot spot for business people. Anywho, I was offered the role of replacing Ronda Rousey in the Roadhouse remake since I’m so much more badass than she is now.

Drake and Lyah share a laugh as she gets serious now.

Lyah: No, but seriously, I was offered the chance to come audition for a role in some B-rated action movie. I ran into the right people, and they said they were fans of my work. Dude, I could be the next you...only blonde and hotter.

She laughs and reaches across the table, grabbing Drake’s hand, giving it a soft massage.

Lyah: Do you think I should even go out for the role? I’m wondering if I do it, one, will I look stupid because I’ve never acted a day in my life, and two, what if I actually somehow, miraculously get it? I don’t want people to think I’m only getting these opportunities because of you.

She takes another sip of her water.

Lyah: You’ve been here before, auditions, people in your ear. What’s the word? Should I do this?

He leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his diet coke. He stares at her for a moment with a look of deep thought on his face before cracking a smile.

Drake: I think you should do it. Who cares if you end up looking like a total dork. Why not?

Lyah: Yeah? Maybe I’ll email them back tonight when we get home then. Think about it ‘Some Ass Kicking Movie’ starring Lyah Lindberg, straight to DVD in June 2016.

Lindberg smirks at her own, cheesy humor.

Lyah: Enough about me, what’s been up with you Mr.Champ? Business is always busy, but you really have been quiet. Still been thinking about your brother and Max? I know winning that title again was emotional.

Their food is brought to them, and Lyah shamelessly wastes no time digging right in, and successfully getting alfredo sauce on her chin after just the first bite. She wipes it off, laughing, awaiting Drake’s answer.

Drake: I haven’t really thought about it to be honest. Barry’s got some Under Armour thing going on for me so I’ve had to sign lots of stuff lately. It’s been pretty exhausting to say the least.

He takes a bite.

Drake: I’m just looking forward to watching you kick Alexis in the face.

Lyah: You have no idea how ready I am for that. Besides Hot Stuff, she’s probably the one person I truly can’t stand in SCW. She’s such a smart ass little bitch. I want her title.

She takes another bite, before continuing.

Lyah: Speaking of that, my training has been good while I was gone still. I connected with that guy you suggested. He told me that you did a good job with me, but that I lacked the speed I should have. I had to remind the asshole that I nearly had my kneecap shattered. He was more arrogant than you as far as training goes, but I learned a decent amount.

She eyes up the food on his plate.

Lyah: Sharing is caring, can I have a bite?

Drake laughs and then slides his plate toward her.

Drake: Sure. But he’s right. Hangman is probably one of the best trainers in the country. You are slow. And the kneecap shouldn’t be an excuse.

Lyah looks up at him with a shocked look on her face.

Drake: Sorry. I might be your boyfriend but I’m still your trainer. Don’t let a couple autograph signings and a straight to DVD action movie go to your head. You’ve got a lot of work to do.

Lyah sits the fork down and slides his plate back over, not taking the bite she had requested.

Lyah: Dude, you aren’t serious, are you? I’ve been busting my ass. I don’t make excuses, but if I have any flaws in my game, its because of you. You’ve been my trainer from day one, and you never mentioned my speed being an issue before.

Her eyes pierce him, almost as if she’s attempting to stare a hole right through him.

Drake: You’re right. It is my fault. We didn’t focus on it because there were other more pressing issues but you’ve fixed them now. You want to be the best?

Lyah: I do, but Drake, we are teaming up at the next SCW show. Teaming up in the ring or out of it takes a certain level of trust. I have to know I can trust you to tell me when I’m epic-ly failing at something. I thought that Hangman guy was being an asshat, and now you’re telling me you agree with him?

Drake: I do. But Lyah, if you want to be the best...if you want to make Alexis tap out and take her belt...then you’ve got to keep working. Your game is never perfect. There is always something to work on. Why do you think I have a ring thirty feet from where I sleep?

Lyah: Because you have an obsessive personality and focus more on work than enjoying life most of the time?

She says with no hint of sarcasm at all, for once.

Drake: No. It’s because I make it my life to be the best at what I do. I don’t just talk about it. I see greatness in you Lyah. More than you probably think...but it doesn’t come without a cost. Nothing does.

Lyah: Fine. I want to be great. I don’t want to let you down this week.

She relaxes a little, seeing his words for what they are instead of a personal attack now.

Lyah: I’m not some liability in there, I’m trained by YOU...I should be the best Bombshell on the entire roster with a little more experience. How about this week, we kick the crap out of Alexis and Goth, and then afterwards, we hit the gym just for shits and giggles. I want to be the best.

He stares at her.

Drake: Then prove it.

Lyah: No pudding for me until we win that match. Is that proof enough?

He tries to keep a straight face but he can’t help but laugh.[.i]

Drake: It’s a start.

Lyah: Good, then I’m definitely eating my heart out tonight. Gimme that plate back!

Lindberg laughs as she pulls Drake’s plate back towards her as the two share a laugh, ready to finish enjoying their dinner date.

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"Dude, can you believe it? SCW's official bathroom break, me, is in the main event of Climax Control this weekend! I'm flippin' stoked. Since it's the main event, I would think you guys would stay in your seats...I mean you have to. Drake Green is also in the match. Who wouldn't want to watch the record setting champion beat up some dude named Goth?

That wasn't really me taking a shot at or starting beef with Goth, because he's more than proven himself here, but cmon its Drake Green! Not only is he the best asskicker in SCW History, but he just so happens to be my boyfriend and  know he's going to totally kick butt in this match.

A match like this, is all about chemistry, anyways. I may be new to wrestling, but I have the most amazing trainer, Drake of course. Not only do I live with my partner, I train with him, I wrestle with him daily, and we pretty much do everything together. How the heck can a put together team like Alexis and Goth compete with that? They won't have near as much chemistry as us. We have more chemistry than Bill Nye the Science guy! Let me ask, who has more chemistry than Drake and I? NOBODY[.b]...oh my god, I'm killing myself, do you see what I did there?

With Alexis' poor attitude, do you think anyone not in her little group would want to team with her anyway? She seems like she's mad at the world 24/7 and she's pretty frickin miserable to be around. I wouldn't blame Goth if he didn't show up, I know I wouldn't if I had to team with the little brat.

Hey yo, ALEX, since I know you love being called that, I think its cute that you have been trying to paint me as some little blonde-haired, stuck up, pretty girl since the moment I stepped foot in SCW. You refuse to do ANY research and see that I'm not the girl you portray me as. Just because I'm dating Drake now, and living a pretty good life, doesn't mean I don't relate to a struggle. I was homeless, after being shipped around from one foster home to the other. My parents didn't think I was worth a damn to keep, and hey, that isn't a cry for sympathy, it's the truth. But you don't see me acting like my life is horrible everyday like you do. I don't call myself a NOBODY, to me that's a cry for attention, its almost like you're standing there shouting out LOOK AT ME, I'm ALEXIS and I'm a NOBODY..please pay attention to me!

Listen Lex, when we were backstage a few weeks ago, face to face, and I could barely breathe because your breath smelled like buttcrack, I proved you wrong. You thought I would just back down, and be intimidated, but I wasn't. I stood nose to nose with you and I let you know that I'm not the one to be pushed around.

You like to brawl, but this isn't a no DQ match. You can't fly, so I have that advantage on you because that's a big part of my arsenal. And I'm a good technical wrestler because duh, Drake again....but you won't be wrestling Drake, and I won't be wrestling Goth, it'll just be you and me when its our turn.

I don't want Drake to beat Goth, Drake has enough wins in his career. I want to shut your mouth, Alexis. I want it to come down to you and me. I want to get the Lyah Lock on you in the middle of the ring, and I want to prove to you that I'm worthy of a shot at the Bombshell Internet championship. This is my chance, my moment, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you take it from me.

All everyone hears about from you is a curse word here, and a I'm better there, but what gives you any advantage over me? You have a LITTLE more experience than me. That's it. We're the same height, I'm 10 pounds heavier which means I'm probably stronger than you, and I've proven to be a tough ass bitch. Not only did I nearly get my kneecap shattered in my first match, but I still fought that match and won. I rehabbed when most would have given up, and I made it to one of the biggest companies in the world. Since making it here, I haven't been pinned or submitted. I might not be the best Bombshell here, and I never claimed to be, but last I checked your name wasn't Mikah either.

At the end of the dizzay, I know what this is about, Lex. This is about spotlight. For as much as you claim to be a nobody, you want everyone focusing on you. Well guess what? They will be at Climax Control because I'm going to beat your face so bad, they are gonna be like NOBODY ever looked as black and blue as this girl!

I really hope we get the chance at the end of the match to decide the outcome. I didn't lose the fall in my last match, the three way in the tournament, and I don't want to be outside the ring when the match is decided this time too. I either want to break your arm and make you give up, or I want you to beat me. I'm not arrogant but I don't think you can beat me, not because you aren't talented enough, but because I want nothing more than to prove to the world that I'm more than Drake Green's girlfriend, I can wrestle and I've busted my butt to make it this far.

Climax Control is only days away, and when that day finally arrives, Lyah Lindberg will truly arrive. Bathroom break no more after this match, bitches.

And Alexis, one more thing, keep underestimating me. Your lack of confidence in what I can do only makes you open to getting lazy and falling victim to this little blonde bombshell. And this bombshell is ready to explode all over you BIOTCH!"

 OFF CAMERA
October 13, 2015-6:00 PM
Hawaii

Lyah Lindberg and Drake Green sit down into the Limo that was waiting for them at the airport. The inside of the limo is lavish, dimly lit, and spacious. Lyah takes a look around, smirking and punching Drake in the shoulder.

Drake: Lyah, what the hell? I told you, you hit like a dude.

Lyah: And? I felt like hitting you. But forreals, look around this place. There's champagne, I think its champagne. A foot rest.

Lyah kicks her feet up, making herself comfortable.

Lyah: And there's enough room that if we were two horny little high school kids, we could totally make out back here. You could cop a feel and everything. There's even a dark window thing to stop the creepy looking dude driving from seeing us. Dude, we should have sex here. Right now.

They both laugh at the obvious joke as Drake slides himself closer to Lyah. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in close.

Drake: Sometimes I think you're a crazy person, but maybe that's why I'm attracted to you.

Lyah: I have to be crazy to be dating someone like three times older than me. I mean, you're literally on the verge of being able to legally retire due to old age. Viagra is about to be your new best friend.

Drake: That's funny, but so not true. But seriously, how do you feel? Being in Hawaii, heading to Puerto Rico for your first Supercard with SCW. I know a lot has gone on recently, but despite all of it, I want you to know I'm happy that you're here with me. The circumstances could have been better, but having you here is a good thing.

Drake grabs her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, rubbing his thumb across the top of her hand. Lyah looks down and smiles, her tired eyes then gaze up to Green.

Lyah: It feels...weird in a way. You have to remember, going from Oakland to San Francisco felt like a super big vacation to me. I never imagined I would ever be able to leave the country and see all of the beautiful places I've seen in the last few weeks. Hawaii? A girl like me has only dreamt of ever making it here. So far, so good.

Lyah's mind trails off. Thoughts of her four adoptive families, none of them working for various reasons. Thoughts of having recently found out who her birthmother is, disbelief that she's in Hawaii with a boyfriend who happens to be one of the most well respected men in her profession. All of it seemed impossible only months ago.

Lyah: Sometimes, I wonder if this is really my life, you know? Nothing has ever went this well for me. I'm waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out and yell 'You've just been PUNK'D, bitch!'

A quiet chuckle escapes the blonde's lips, as her eyes are down towards her feet, still kicked up. Drake continues rubbing the top of her hand.

Lyah: Then, I wake up next to you, in different countries every few days it seems like, and its reality. Me, Lyah f'n Lindberg, has an amazingly hot boyfriend, who also happens to be successful...and he has a great heart on top of it. Fuck, I'm being soft right now. Why haven't you cut me off yet?

Drake: Because you're rarely soft, and maybe I think it's cute. I'm trying to let it sink in, that you actually have a heart.

Drake laughs

Drake: This is your life, Lyah. I think back to when I first met you, at that mall, in the food court, whe-

Lyah: Where you were an asshole and stole my seat?

Drake: I was there first.

Lyah sticks out her tongue, as Drake continues.

Drake: As I was saying, back then, you were different. You were still beautiful, but you were rough around the edges. Your hair was messy, I remember you wore pretty much strictly black. You had the black nail polish that was chipped and peeling, dark makeup. Now, look at you. Your hair is as bright as your smile, the dark colors are replaced with actual colors, and you can wrestle now. I mean I won't take all of the credit for that, but...actually, I will. We worked hard, and now you're reaping the benefits of your hard work. This is all you, babe.

Drake lifts her hand up and snickers, staring at her fingers.

Drake: See? Pink nail polish again, someone is in a good mood.

Lyah: Dude, forget the nail polish...did you REALLY say my hair is as bright as my smile? Could you get any cornier?

Drake: Can't you ever take a compliment and say thank you rather than make it all awkward, jeez Lyah.

They both laugh, knowing it was true as the limo continues moving down the street at a normal pace.

Lyah: I'm ready for High Stakes though. My knee feels good, and honestly, I just hate that Veronica, bitch. She thinks we're still in high school and she's the popular girl. I hate the popular girls, probably because I never was one, but hey, that's irrelevant.

Drake: Just remember what I told you. Wrestle with confidence. If you go out there, are confident in yourself, and stick to whatever gameplan we come up with, you're going to win. Veronica and Traci are talented, but they don't have the potential that you have. The entire Bombshells division better watch out, 2016 is going to be your year, I can feel it.

Lyah: We'll see about that.

Lyah's phone rings, and she looks down, rummaging through her purse to find it. Drake takes advantage of her being distracted and pulls a small pill bottle out of his pocket. He pops it open and pours a few vicodin pills into his hand, before throwing them into his mouth. Lyah looks over as she misses her call, seeing Drake shove the bottle back into his pocket, before picking up a water bottle and swallowing the pills, grimacing afterwards in obvious pain.

Lyah: Umm, what the hell, dude? What did you just take and how many?

Drake: Its fine, Lyah. No biggie.

Lyah: No biggie? I saw you, man, you aren't as slick as you think you are. What the hell did you just take?

Drake: Its none of your damn business, ok?

He pulls his arm from around her and pulls the other hand away from hers, agitated.

Drake: I don't ask you a million fuckin' questions, so you can calm down a little.

Lyah's eyes open wide, her cheeks turn red in anger.

Lyah: Did you ever think I asked the question because I actually care about you? If it wasn't a big deal, you wouldn't have tried hiding it from me.

Drake's voice raises, the irritation more evident in his tone than before.

Drake: I said let it go, for fucks sake, I'm in a little bit of pain and took some medication. Its what us normal people do.

Lyah: Normal people? You're acting like an ass right now, dude.

Lyah reaches for his pocket but Drake pushes her hands away, his eyes stare daggers through her.

Drake: Stop it, I'm not fuckin' playing. I said its not a big deal. I'll tell the driver to pull over and you can walk the rest of the way to the hotel. Try me.

Lyah: Try you? I forgot, you're the almighty powerful Drake freakin Green, and I'm just along for the ride. I'll do you better, screw your ride, man. I've never been into limo's anyway.

Lyah takes off her seatbelt and leans forward, pounding on the glass between the driver and them. Drake pulls her back, trying to calm her down.

Drake: Lyah, what are you doing?

He whispers in a hushed tone, as she pulls away and bangs on it again. The window slowly slides open.

Lyah: Pull the car over.

Driver: But Mrs.Green, we are not yet at our destination.

Lyah: I'm not Mrs.Green, I'm Lyah Lindberg, not that it matters, but pull this damn car over. I'm walking.

Drake: Lyah, stop. For once, listen to reason. You're overreacting.

The car comes to a stop on the side of the road as Lyah pops open the door and glares back at him.

Lyah: You are a big superstar, Drake, and obviously I was bothering you. So take your stupid limo ride to the hotel, I'll be there when I get there.

She reaches in, grabbing her purse and then slams the door shut as Drake shakes his head, unsure of how this just happened. Lyah waits as the limo driver walks to the trunk and opens it. She reaches in and grabs her luggage and begins dragging it down the street as the driver gets back into the car. She gives the middle finger to Drake as the car slowly begins to pull away.

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October 13, 2015-6:44 PM
Hawaii

Lyah has been walking for a few minutes, but pulling the luggage has been a struggle. She stops on the side of the road and holds her thumb up. Numerous cars pass her by, before finally, a red truck slowly pulls off to the side of the road and rolls the windows down.

Truck Driver: Where you goin' little lady?

Lyah rolls her eyes, thinking this guy already sounds like an idiot, but, she has no other option, refusing to give into Drake's request on twitter to call a cab that he would pay for. She shrugs.

Lyah: Honestly dude, I have no idea. Some fancy hotel I'm sure knowing Drake.

The man smiles, he's youthful, probably around early 30's. He's wearing a Los Angeles Lakers hat, his brown skin has stubble on it as he reaches over and opens the door. Lyah steps up and pulls her luggage with her, tucking it by her feet as she sits down. She sits her purse next to her luggage as her phone goes off.

Lyah: Three things. First, thanks for the ride. Second, we're going to the Hilton...of course. Third, if you act creepy in any way, I won't hesitate to punch you in the nose. Like, literally...right in your nose. I'm sure it would hurt, and I'm a wrestler so I know what I'm doing. Got it?

The man chuckles, nodding his head as he begins pulling back into traffic.

Truck Driver: My name is Rodney, and I know who you are. Lyah Lindberg, trained by my favorite wrestler ever, Drake Green.

Lyah laughs.

Lyah: Of course you know and coincidentally, like the asshole.

Rodney I thought you two were a thing? Isn't that why Mark Ward forced you to sign that contract?

Lyah: A thing? Dude, just say we're dating.

Lyah looks out of the window.

Lyah: But yes, we're dating. He's still an asshole though. Don't ask for any details because I won't give them.

Lyah begins feeling a little uncomfortable, not because she took a ride with a stranger, but just being around him...the awkwardness of him knowing her, when a few months ago, nobody knew who she was outside of Oakland. Her palms begin to sweat a little as she rubs them along her thighs and frantically rolls the window down.

Lyah: Dude, you drive like a girl. Step on the gas and lets go, I need some air.

Rodney shakes his head, and at this point wants to get her to the Hilton as quickly as possible. Within 10 minutes, they arrive outside of the Hilton. Lyah glances over at him, and forces a smile on her face, while although appreciative, she still feels awkward about the situation.

Lyah: Aloha dude, or whatever you guys say around here. Thanks for the ride, peace.

Lyah jumps out of the truck, collecting her luggage and purse and heads into the lobby. Immediately upon entering the lobby, she see's a few fans who again, recognize her. They approach her and she signs the autographs before finally making it to the front desk. She looks at the lady at the counter.

Lyah: I guess my room would be under my boyfriends name, I need a key please. Drake Green is the name.

Front Desk Employee: Of course, there was a note in the file to ask for identification.

Lyah stares at her blankly, before reluctantly going into her purse and pulling her ID out. She slams it down on the counter, raising her voice for theatrics.

Lyah: And the nobody girlfriend of the actor gets carded. SCORE!

The lady looks at Lyah like she's crazy before sliding the room key to her.

Front Desk Employee: Enjoy your stay Ms.Lindberg.

Lyah puts on a fake, cheery voice.

Lyah: You have a better day Miss hotel worker.

Lyah pulls her luggage and heads for the hotel room. She pauses outside of the room as she gets there. Slowly, she slides the key in and hears it unlock. She takes in a deep breath before entering, not knowing what to expect between her and Drake.

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ON CAMERA

So in a few days, I'm wrestling in my first ever supercard for SCW, High Stakes V. I'm excited, freakin' ecstatic actually, for more than one reason. First, come on, SCW is one of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world. The fact that this event is in Puerto Rico of all places is proof of that. Drake always tells me I need a tan, and I'm getting one this week, bet your sweet asscheeks that.

On top of being part of the event, I get to watch Drake go for his record setting third World title here. Witnessing my boyfriend, as annoying as he can be at times, make history? That's ridonkulously exciting. I've never seen history made really, being a foster kid has made sure of that, but things have changed.

Let me give you all a little background info on ya girl, me of course. A few months ago, I ran into Drake Green by chance. I brought him to a house party in Cali, and we exchanged information. That chance meeting led to me being trained to wrestle by Mr.Showtime himself, and then a few weeks later, yes, you heard that WEEKS, I was wrestling for a small time company in Portland. Things there were fun, I mean cmon they took a chance on me when nobody else would have probably, but they were rocky for me.

On the way to the ring for my first match, I was hit in the knee with a baseball bat. I could barely stand, but I refused to give up, because I'm dumb like that. So I stuck in there, and won that match by disqualification. Yay, win for Lyah. Unfortunately, again, I was dumb, and instead of taking time off to heal my injured knee, I kept wrestling. I suffered my first loss at the hand of one of my opponents, Veronica Taylor.

Yo, chica, dudette, Mean Girl, whatever you call yourself, congrats, you beat me when I was nearly a cripple. Things are different this time, girlfriend. I'm not one legsweep away from a wheelchair this time, I'm good to go. I've been watching you, because I actually research my opponent, and dude...you have run into some bad luck lately. In that same company you beat me in, you lost to Sasha Foote twice in the last few weeks. Ouch. You also were choked out by some dude, and for some reason, still think you're a big deal. Let me give you some free advice, Veronica. I know there's nothing in that head of yours, but try and wrap the air floating around in there around this, how about instead of whining and making excuses when you lose, you...you know, actually hit the gym and attempt to get better?

Every win gives you confidence, but every loss should teach you a lesson. If you get choked out, learn a counter, if you get knocked out, work on your speed to avoid it, have you been doing any of that? I make no excuses about you beating me before, I tapped out, hand was slapping the mat hard as hell, if I were you I would have cried because I even broke a nail doing it, but guess what? This is wrestling sweetheart. You're going to lose matches, you're going to break nails, and you better be able to take an ass kicking and get back up because that's what I plan on giving you at High Stakes V.

I don't like you, lets be clear on that. I think you're an arrogant little witch who runs around thinking this is high school. Its not high school, and you aren't prom queen. This is pro wrestling, and you're just another model who thinks you can use your looks to get ahead. That might have worked before, but not anymore.

I know you've won championships here, shit, SCW is pretty much the place you've found the most success and I applaud that, but there are different bombshells here now. We're hungry, I mean I'm always hungry literally, anyway that doesn't matter. Back to my point, we're hungry, and we want to earn a place here. I don't expect to be handed anything just because I'm dating Drake, I want to earn whatever I get. Your run with the Mean Girls was impressive, not because you could wrestle, but because somehow all of you put what little brains you had together and actually found success. What are you going to do now that you don't have that little clique around you anymore?

I dare you to try and tap me out like you did months ago, it won't happen. I've learned counters to whatever hold you try and put me in. Instead of bitching on twitter when I lost, like you do of course, I have been traveling the world, and learning to wrestle at the same time. Nothing like beaches and arm drags to keep a girl going.

Veronica's Secret is supposed to be this big deal, well here's NO SECRET, Veronica, that fine ass of yours? Its getting whipped in Puerto Rico. Bet the house on it. HIGH STAKES, BITCH!

And Traci Patterson, what up girl? Nothing personal, but at the Supercard, you're just another person in my way. Mark Ward brought me in to punish Drake, and probably now to punish me because I've told him numerous times to kiss my ass, but that doesn't matter here does it? What does matter is, I want to keep rubbing his face in the shitstorm he created, and how can I do that? By defying the odds and winning of course.

He wants to send me to the hospital, he wants Drake to lose focus for his big match, none of that is happening. Traci, if you have any common sense, you have to listen to me when I tell you, I really don't want to hurt you, I don't even know you. But we're in professional wrestling, so if I have to rip that blonde hair out, even though you're bigger and scarier than I am, I'll do it. Bigger and scarier has never scared me, remember I wrestled someone bigger than you in my first match here, Helena Ring. What happened in that match? I walked out with my hand raised. Why? Because I'm a fearless, well prepared, nothing to lose, ass kicker that's why.

Mark may have forced me to sign a contract here, but that contract is pretty lucrative, and for a girl that was homeless at this time last year, It's pretty fuckin' bad ass to have the opportunity that I have at High Stakes.

Lyah Lindberg may not be a household name, I might be 'Drake's Girlfriend' to most people still, but I'm going to change that in just a few days.

From Oakland with love, I'm beating you up. From Oakland with care, I'll rip out your hair. From Oakland to riches, I'm beating you bitches! Lyah Lindberg walks into High Stakes a supercard virgin, and guarantee I'll have heads turnin'. Want some? Come get it, but you'll never forget it...I'm stealing the show at High Stakes, just ask Drake.

Peace Bitches.

 OFF CAMERA

Liz Smalls is seated in a chair, staring at her agent, Owen Lyons in his office. The Covergirl is none-impressed with the on-going lecture she's receiving.

Owen Lyons: "This is an amazing opportunity for you Liz."

Owen taps a pen against a stack of papers as he's seated behind his desk. The newly hired agent for the 'Coast 2 Coast Covergirl' has had his hands full to say the least. Not only is he representing one of the most sought after, in-demand wrestlers around, but she's also one of the more controversial.

Owen Lyons: "Think about it, you return to a place where you made your name, Sin City Wrestling. Not only do you get one final chance to re-connect with some of those fans that may not have followed you after you left, but you get a chance to connect with all of the new fans that may not have been watching when you were there. Business wise, its great for the brand."

Liz Smalls: "Great for the brand? Are you serious? Hmmm, lets see, not only am I going somewhere that has like, a lot of people that wanna hurt me, like the Mean Girls...buuuut...."

The Covergirl pauses, trying to piece her words together.

Liz Smalls: "One of the co-owners said that I'm annoying and that he doesn't want me around. I'm soooo not doing it. Sorry...Not..."

Before Liz can finish her trademark quote, the energetic Owen interjects.

Owen Lyons: "Again, big picture Lizzie. You aren't going back there full time on a contract, its one night. One night to tie up all the loose ends. How did you leave SCW?"

Liz rolls her eyes.

Liz Smalls: "Are you serious? You know why I left..."

Owen Lyons: "I do, but the thing is, a lot of people have a bitter taste in their mouth at your departure. Not only were you a champion when you left, but a lot of people are even doubting that you were injured."

Liz drops her mouth in surprise, playing into the situation by being over-dramatic.

Liz Smalls: "That's crazy!!! I was soooo injured. I had a concussion, and I was tired of carrying Veronica Taylor in matches. My daddy died in a ring, that will NEVER be me. I really don't care who likes it. And, you know what?"

Liz points a finger at her agent.

Liz Smalls: "I really don't wanna do this battle royal. Over the last few months I've made a lot of changes in my life, and people still seem to hate me. I know exactly what'll happen in the battle royal. As soon as I enter, everyone will turn their attention to me, like they should, and they'll all gang up on me. That's not fair and I won't let it happen to me!"

Owen Lyons: "What about your promotional opportunities Liz? The Maybelline makeup, the Nails by Liz. You would be wrestling in Vegas, one of the biggest tour cities in the United States, this is huge not only for you, but for your brand. Don't let the past define your future. I really think you should put the ink on that contract, if not for what I just mentioned, than for your fans in Vegas. Cmon...for me?"

Owen flashes a full toothed grin, the attractive agent gets the Covergirl to break as she huffs and puffs.

Liz Smalls: "Fiiiiine! I'll do it. But if those girls all attack me at once I'm sooo blaming you!"

Owen smiles, satisfied at Liz's decision.

Owen Lyons: "Fair enough to me. Trust me, you're making the right decision. You might have had some duds as agents before, but that's all about to change. You hired me to take your career to new places and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Your face should be on magazines across the globe every month, and that's what I plan on making happen. You should be getting main event bookings in wrestling, which you earned, and that'll keep happening. The sky is the limit for you babygirl, you just have to keep working at it."

Liz Smalls: "I've BEEN working at it. The thing is, nobody has taken me seriously. Like, the last time I was in SCW, I not only made the Mean Girls a household name, I helped put the Bombshell division back on the map. No matter what anyone says about me, its a hashtag Liz Fact that when I was there, twitter was blowing up over Liz Smalls, the Mean Girls, and the SCW Bombshell's. I take a lot of credit for it and share a lot of it with Delia Darling, my big sister."

Liz looks down, reminiscing over her time in Vegas, a time in which its fair to say her career was made. SCW took Liz Smalls from a loud-mouthed rookie, to a household name, that's something she can't deny.

Liz Smalls: "When I first joined SCW, I admit, I wasn't the most mature and I wasn't the best in the ring. At that time, I was ummm...more concerned with my finances than I was with actually getting better in the ring. But, do to all of the talent in SCW, I had to get better. Delia really pushed me to work harder so that I could defend myself in the ring, and it worked!"

Liz's eyes light up, she beams with joy when mentioning her transition from model to legitimate pro wrestler. Owen is staring at her, taking in every word she says.

Liz Smalls: "Some of the same people who were constantly bashing me on twitter, were women I was beating in the ring. One of the biggest was Amy Marshall. Let me tell you, that woman, and I use that term like super loosely, was sooo annoying. She would constantly say I couldn't wrestle, and I beat her twice and eventually took her Bombshell tag titles from her. But anyways, even after I was beating people left and right, people still acted like I was a joke. So much so that even after I healed from my injury, I didn't wanna come back, I couldn't.

I was taking myself more seriously in the ring, and if my peers couldn't at least respect what I was doing, then I didn't belong. So I never came back."

Liz looks up to see Owen nodding his head.

Owen Lyons: "So, then you prove 'em wrong. Again and again. This is your chance Liz. Your chance to leave SCW with your head held high. A chance to show Amy Marshall, and anyone who ever doubted you, exactly who you are, and what you represent. You represent the future of women in the wrestling business. You're someone who puts her body on the line, works more dates and arguably harder than most of the people who throw shade at you. Prove that. Go into that battle royal, not for a paycheck, not because you feel obligated, but go into that battle royal to win. And for the owner who said you're annoying and he doesn't want you around...make him eat those words."

The handsome agent reaches over the table, taking one of Liz's hands in an attempt to charm her.

Owen Lyons: "Make him want to beat your door down in an attempt to re-sign you to his company. You aren't just a pretty face Liz, you're THE FACE of professional wrestling. Some people will hate on that, hell, most will, but they can't deny it. The 100th edition of Climax Control is where you make a statement louder than you ever have before."

Liz Smalls: "You know, you're right. I can like, do this. If winning the Bombshell tag titles wasn't enough of a reason to take me serious, this battle royal will be."

Liz stands out of her chair, running her hands along the bottom of her #LizStrong t-shirt proudly, arrogant smirk on her face.

Liz Smalls: "Thankies Owen...you really opened my eyes today. I can't wait to go back to Vegas now. That battle royal is mine...hashtag, Liz Fact."

The confident blonde struts out of the office with Owen Lyons nodding his head, staring at his client as she exits.

Owen Lyons: "Damnit Owen you did it again man. Pat yourself on the back."

The young agent pats himself on the back, before sitting back down at his desk to finish some paperwork.

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ON CAMERA
Television Studio

Liz Smalls is seated in front of a green screen, sporting the graphic for the Bombshell Alumni Battle Royal at the 100th edition of Climax Control. She looks at the screen proudly seeing her own image.

Liz Smalls: "November 30th, 2014, history...sorry, Liztory is made. For one night only, one of the most talked about bombshells in SCW history returns for the Alumni battle royal. Now, I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't too thrilled about it at first. I mean, why should I share the spotlight with so many other women? Not only that but one of the owners thinks I'm annoying and doesn't want me around anyway. But, the more I thought about it, the less all of that mattered.

What matters to me is my legacy. I left this company a few months ago, injured with a concussion as one half of the Bombshell tag team champions. Due to my injury, I had to forfeit my championship, and now, just recently of course the weaker link of our team, Veronica Taylor, lost those titles. But many would argue that at least she was around to defend them. So, for a final time, I'm clearing the air on why I left, okies?"

Liz runs her hands through her hair, tucking it behind her ear.

Liz Smalls: "Okies. Yassss I really had a concussion, in fact, it was my second concussion in only a few months in wrestling. Concussions might seem like minor injuries, but they aren't. If a concussion gets worsened by taking more damage, eventually, I could have suffered brain damage and I'm sorry but no career is worth that. So, I went on the injured list. By the time I was healed, I wasn't ready to return here. There was just...a lot of stupid drama that I didn't wanna deal with. I was pretty much done with the Mean Girls, everyone else hated me here and I really had no friends. Business wise, it would have been risky to stay here.

Do I miss SCW? Ummm yasss, I love this place. SCW made me a household name in wrestling and was the place that really motivated me to take my craft to a new level. It was here that I had to do more than just look pretty in the ring, or I would have been ummm...eaten alive. It started with Marisol Hawkes. I was thrown into a weapons match with her, a match she wanted...and what happened? Like I've done so many times since then, I proved her and the entire world wrong when I was able to pin her...1...2...3 in the middle of the ring."

Liz smiles at the memory.

Liz Smalls: "From there I went on to bigger and better things. Two highlights really stand out to me, one was being able to wrestle Roxi Johnson and taking her to her limit. I may not have won, but that match helped me grow in so many ways. The other highlight is obviously winning the SCW Bombshell tag team championships as part of the Mean Girls, a group that I helped take to the next level during my time here.

But that's all in the past now. Now, I have a chance to do something else, to make more Liztory because at the 100th episode of Climax Control, I'm entering the Bombshell Alumni Battle Royal."

Liz points to the image on the screen with the photo of each bombshell taking part in the battle royal.

Liz Smalls: "Admitted...admitted..."

Liz looks down frustrated at herself for not being able to get the word out completely without a pause.

Liz Smalls: "Admittedly, ugh, finally! But yasss, admittedly I don't know all of my opponents, most of them were around before I was. Not that it matters because I know myself and what I'm capable of doing. I've won matches before that had more than one opponent, like at Scars and Stripes at Uncensored Inc for example in July. I went against three other opponents and walked out as the first and only ever Uncensored World Champion.

Why will I win this battle royal? Because in a battle royal, you need to be a quick thinker, which I am. How many times have I been outmatched as far as experience or strength goes? Almost all of my matches, but what happened? I found ways to win. In a battle royal, you have to like...think quickly, which I'm really good at doing.

Another thing I have on my side is my speed. I'm fast, which means I can avoid the other bombshells and keep myself one step ahead.

Look at all of the other names in this match, and yasss they all must have done something in order to be invited back, but how many of them bring as much attention to the match or SCW as I do? A big fat zero, that's how many. Oh Em Gee, even look at the picture thingy on the screen, NONE of them are as pretty as me...hashtag, Liz Fact."

Liz smiles at her picture on the screen.

Liz Smalls: "There is one person in particular that I'm excited to meet in the match and that's Brandi Shotze. Like, who the h-word do you think you are? You had the nerve to accuse ME of being part of the Mean Girls plot to keep the Bombshell title away from you, ummmm, newsflash fattie pattie, I had nothing to do with it! I didn't even know you until you mentioned my name."

Liz rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed at the accusation from Brandi.

Liz Smalls: "Did you ever stop and think that maybe you didn't deserve the Bombshell title? Look at the champion now, Delia, someone who's never lost a singles match ever. You aren't in her league, and you darn sure aren't in mine. Over the last 7 months, what have you done? Ummm, I'm waiting!"

Liz pauses, letting time pass, obviously not getting an answer since Brandi isn't in the room.

Liz Smalls: "That's right, nothing! Me? I've won a world title, I've won bombshell tag titles, I've won main events in numerous companies, and I've made myself a bigger name in 7 months than most have in years. How? Through hard work. I've built my brand from the ground up in wrestling, and love me or hate me, people can't stop talking about me. It doesn't matter if its through my commercials, movies, tweets, matches, whatever...its still a ton of time I invest in myself in order to get people to care about me one way or another. You Brandi, you haven't done half of what I have in the few months I've been around. You're NOTHING compared to me. If you really think you can get some sort of revenge on the Mean Girls by attacking me in this match, then bring it on because I'm not scared, okies? I'm not even in the Mean Girls anymore, so maybe you should consitter...I mean, consider that too!

As for the other girls, bring it on. Amanda Cortez and Laura whatever her name is are nothing but weirdo, giggling freaks. I hope I never have to see them again anywhere after this match. Kittie looks like the punk rock version of me except for nowhere near as pretty. Oh, and by the way, what happened to the last punk rock girl that thought she was better than me? That's right...I took her title. The other girls might have did something for SCW in the past, but it was just that...the past.

Me? I'm the future of this business and everyone else in this match knows it. Win, lose, whatever...I'll still be main eventing the following week from Coast 2 Coast. I'll probably come back here one day too because I really wanna shut Misty up. But for these other girls? This is it. One last chance to get some of the spotlight. Its okies, for this once I'll be willing to share, but, I'm not ready to lose.

I'm 20 years young...this is a perfect match for me because it puts me back in the minds of all of my fans in Vegas, fans who I honestly appreciate a lot more now than I did a few months ago. I've grown and I realize that most of the fans back then wanted me to do what I eventually did, leave the Mean Girls, but only after we made history together. This time, I'm on my own, I don't want any help to win this match and I honestly shouldn't need it. Not only have I grown as a person, I've matured as a wrestler. I come from a family of wrestlers, and this is my chance to make them proud.

November 30th, Liz Smalls returns to Sin City with BIG dreams. I want the send off I deserve here, and I want to make everyone proud on my way out. Regardless of the outcome, you're getting the best of me at Climax Control.

And for the owner that thinks I'm annoying and that doesn't want me around, I'm doing this for you. I want you to realize what talent you had, and could have again one day if you put your stupid jealousy aside and see me for who I really am, one of the hottest, most talented wrestlers in the world.

Hashtag...Liz Fact."

Liz smiles, waving at the camera as it slowly fades to black.

 ON CAMERA

San Francisco, California
September 4th, 2014
Radio Station


Liz Smalls steps out of her limo and almost immediately the paparazzi flashes are almost unbearable for the Cover Girl, who throws her hands up over her eyes as her security team for the day whisks her into the lobby of the K103 SF Hits radio station.

Upon walking in, program directors begin talking at once, prompting Liz to shout.

Liz: "I only have two ears people. Please, take turns. Where am I going?"

One of the program directors takes the lead, talking over all of the others. The man, has thinning but curly hair that rises off of his head. His thick rimmed glasses can't disguise the panic over his face at the madness going on around him.

Program Director: "You're going to room 105. Room 105. You have an interview with Danny. He's going to give you time to talk about your upcoming event. A little talk about growing up here in California."

Liz: "Or how about I talk about whatever's on my mind? We don't need a schedule. Ugh."

She rolls her eyes, taking the time to take in her surroundings as they walk through the halls quickly. Platinum records, framed photographs of local California musician's and celebrities line the walls. She comes to a complete stop as she see's one particular framed photo on the wall. A smile spreads across Liz's face as she stares up at a photo of herself, one of her magazine covers, framed in all of its glory.

She doesn't have long to ponder her success as she's jerked into room 105.

The director quickly shuffles her into a chair, drawing glaring stares from her two bodyguards.

Program Director: "Okay. We're on the air in 43 seconds."

The director begins adjusting the headphones on Liz's head as she stares straight ahead at the dj sitting across from her who has a confident smile on his stubbled face.

Liz: "If you don't watch my hair, I swear!"

Before she can finish her sentence, a countdown begins. As the countdown reaches zero, DJ Danny begins.

DJ Danny (DJD): "Well, what a show we have lined up for you today. We're running a top ten countdown but more importantly we have the lovely, beautiful, talented, Liz Smalls. Liz, welcome to the show. Its great to have you."

Liz: "The pleasure as always is yours."

DJD: "Sassy, I like. Anyways Liz again welcome. Now, you're a San Franciso native, correct?"

Liz Smalls: "I am! I was born here, grew up here. Probably will die here. Well, if I die."

Liz giggles, brushing her hair out of her eyes as the headphones rest uncomfortably on top of her head still.

DJD: "I think we all die one day Liz...there might be an exception for you, I don't know. But I wanna ask, how does it feel to be a role model for a lot of little girls that are growing up, not just in California, but around the world? We know the whole Mean Girl movement is stronger than ever, and you're at the forefront of that movement."

Liz: "Honestly, its flattering. I mean think about it...little girls could grow up to be like US, the Mean Girls. Or they could grow up to be like Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall. Ugh..."

DJD: "I see you aren't wasting any time in talking about your opponents for the big SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championship match at Violent Conduct II on September 14th. Whats so 'ugh' about Jessie and Amy? I kinda like 'em."

Liz rolls her eyes, adjusting her headphones with her pink polished fingers.

Liz: "That's because you're PROBABLY a Masic...anyway, where do I start? Okies...one of them talks about her sex life on twitter, like...in explicit detail. Ummm can you say NO CLASS? The Mean Girls would NEVER talk about ANYTHING like that where innocent children can read it on twitter.

And OMG Jessie Salco has told me on twitter before that she was GLAD that I died in the 'Slice Night' movie! Someone wishing death on me is like the biggest tragedy ever. It proves she has no class either."

DJ Danny lets a slight chuckle escapes his lips which prompts Liz to glare across at him with disgust.

DJD: "Okay, okay...I get it, you don't like those girls. But the fact is Liz, they earned those bombshell tag championships. I'm actually a wrestling fan myself and even though I support you since you're from San Francisco, I can't help but to be drawn in to Amy and Jessie. They look different, they wrestle different, they speak their mind-'' He's interrupted by Liz.

Liz: "Different isn't the word. WEIRD is the word. They look weird, they ARE weird, they wrestle weird...they say weird things. They are like two, ugly, totally not-adorable gremlins."

DJD: "I don't get it. You've been nicer on twitter recently but the minute we put a live microphone in front of you, you start going crazy and calling people name's again."

Liz: "I HAVE been nicer, you're right. But to be 100 percent honest with you, I don't like them. I've tried being nice to Amy Marshall. She's dating one of my best friends, Gabey, so I even invited her to my birthday party! Of course, she had to be a major b-word about it and didn't even have the decency to wish me a happy birthday!

Its hard to be nice to people who don't show you the same in return. But people like you, you take the drama and run with it.

What about talking about how I did the ALS Ice Bucket challenge and donated $1000? How about the other day when I began putting plans in motion to start my 'Liz Strong' charity to help feed children in California?"

Liz is visibly frustrated at this point and seems to be ready to take her headphones off to leave the studio when DJ Danny puts his hands up in an effort to calm her.

DJD: "Wait...wait Liz, I'm sorry. Look, I thought you were here to promote your upcoming match, that's all. I know how you Mean Girls get and I wan-" He again is interrupted by Liz.

Liz: "How us Mean Girls get? Ummmm do you mind telling me how we get? I'd love to hear this..."

DJD: "Well, to put it lightly...you ladies are heavy on the drama. There isn't a day when you guys aren't picking on someone, or getting into it with someone. Its great!"

Liz: "Excuse you? Heavy on the drama? That's not us...that's the jealous Janis's of the world...or the Punk and Metal Connection 'women' if you wanna call them that, of the world. The Mean Girls promote positivity among people, especially on social media. OMG do you know how many times Delia and I have given people fashion advice? The Basics just NEVER listen."

DJD: "So you're telling me that you've never told someone to jump off a bridge, or anything similar to that? How is that promoting positivity among people?"

Liz: "Ummmm skydiving, duh! OMG...you're like testing my patience."

Danny can't help but laugh at the ludicrous statement made by Liz, prompting the Covergirl's mouth to drop open in shock.

DJD: "Liz, cmon now! We both know that's not what you meant when you make those sorts of statements. If you're gonna make 'em, stand behind 'em. You're a MEAN GIRL, aren't you?"

Liz: "First of all, change your tone before I walk over there and slap those headphones off of your head."

The mood in the room immediately changes with Liz's bodyguards on alert as well as radio personnel on standby.

Liz: "I stand by ANY and EVERY thing that I say. I don't like the way you're judging me or my Mean Girl sisters. You don't know us, you don't know anything about us other than what you read on twitter or see on SCW shows. Ummm...newsflash, they paint us in the way they WANT you to see us! We're the good one's here, Punk and Metal are the ones that are turning people's kids into rejects, losers and sorry...s-words! S L U...I won't spell the last letter out!

Look at ME and Veronica...we are BOTH models who dedicate OUR time to taking pictures so that perverts like YOU can drool over them. We both could have ANYTHING we want, but choose to go out there and wrestle in front of people who probably don't deserve to see us in the ring.

Mean Girls do so much more than that though. We travel and do modeling, we do photoshoots, clothing lines, lipgloss lines, nail polish lines, Delia has done international modeling! WE are the inspiration for girls EVERYWHERE...we don't sit in a dark room and sulk because of the bad cards we were dealt like Amy and Jessie. No, if something bad happens to us, we make it right. We don't cry about it. UGH!"

Liz rips off her headphones and throws them down, standing up in a fit. Pointing a finger at DJ Danny's direction she shouts.

Liz: "I'm NEVER coming back on this show again! Do you hear me???"

Danny looks stunned as Liz's bodyguards grab her arm gently and lead the Covergirl from the studio, camera's cutting off immediately to spare the remainder of the incident from being documented.

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ON CAMERA

Television Studio




"On September 14th, we, The Mean Girls are going to do exactly what we've been telling everyone for months. We're taking over. Period.

Mercy is going to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Delia is going to win the Bombshell Championship, I mean, how couldn't she? No one has EVER pinned her. And then...

Veronica and I WILL win the Bombshell Tag Championships. We've already beaten the champions. We should be going into Violent Conduct as the champions. Its not even fair that we have to TRY and win them. What have Jessie and Amy done since becoming the champions? Nothing but lose. Nobody even TALKS about them, they only do now because of us. Without the Mean Girls, none of the champions would even be on anyone's lips and that's NOT being mean its being honest.

Do I respect what they can do in the ring? I do. I know what they're capable of and they would have never won the championships if they couldn't wrestle. But lets get one thing straight, they're not LIZ SMALLS. I'm a former World Champion! I NEVER lost my title. This is MY chance to prove to everyone in SCW that I deserve to be mentioned among the all time greats here. This is my chance to prove to everyone that I'm not a 'fluke'. That I can actually wrestle. That I'm more than just pretty nails and a name that nobody can keep out of their mouth.


Jessie thinks she's a comedian on twitter or something. How many jokes are you gonna make about my movie career? At least people wanna see my face on the big screen, I'm pretty sure your face would crack the camera. How about this time instead of whining about us cheating to beat you, you actually do something about it? A loss is a loss no matter how it happens. I've been cheated before, but I didn't whine about it...well, maybe I did, but ummmm...its ME! I can do and say what I want. You? You haven't earned that right. On September 14th, we'll do whatever it takes to get the job done...again. This time, maybe we'll pin you.

I mean, Amy was pretty ugly laying on her back when Veronica pinned her. Wouldn't wanna see THAT again, would we?

Amy, there are so many things I wanna say to you. We could have been friends! I tried being nice to you...and you pretty much slapped me in the face. That is the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life. Even bigger than your choice to sell your body to thousands of perverts to watch in porn movies...soooooo GA-ROSS! But...this isn't about that.

This is about whats going to happen in the ring. In our last match, YOU were the weak link. You let Jessie down, you let your fans down, even if you only have like 10 of them...and you even let me down. I expected more from you. I expected a challenge. I know you're capable of more. And guess what? I'm gonna be the one to bring it out of you. Why? Why would I want to bring the best out of a BASIC like you? Simple..because I don't want anyone to have any excuses when I pin you or Jessie at Violent Conduct. I want you at your best.

We aren't coming for second place...we aren't coming to lose. We're leaving with gold around our waists. We've worked too hard for too many months to lose.

This is OUR night. Violent Conduct II will be known as the night that the Mean Girls made history by capturing every title in the bombshell division. For those of you that accept it and embrace it...Thankies! For those that don't...


...Sorry

Not...

...Sorry"

 OOC: Barry Goldstein's handler gave me permission to use Barry in my RP since he represents Liz now.

OFF CAMERA
Chanel
Manhattan, New York
July 29, 2014

Its a busy Tuesday afternoon in New York. Chanel has high maintenance customers on a busy search for the most eye-popping fashion, accessories and beauty products. People hurry around, not wanting to be bothered. But on this busy Tuesday afternoon, quite a few people are gathered around a table. A long line formed, as an unannounced, unexpected new product has hit the store.



Two giant posters hang behind a seated Liz Smalls, who has the biggest grin on her face. The posters feature both Liz and Delia of the Mean Girls sporting a pink-lipped kissy face.

Barry Goldstein:"Now, now you all are standing in this line why? I'll tell you why. Because you walked in this store looking for the things you always come in here for. Handbags, clutches, sunglasses...but then something happened."

The agent smiles arrogantly, pacing behind Liz, giving the anticipated crowd more time to wait.

Barry Goldstein:"You saw the beautiful face of this young lady seated next to me, the Coast 2 Coast Mean Girl...the face of Maybelline and the princess of professional wrestling, of course I'm talking about Liz Smalls. And I would be remissed if I didn't mention the other beautiful face hanging behind me on one of those posters, internationally known model and pro wrestler partner of Liz, Delia. But, I'll let Liz do the honors, the floor is yours babydoll."

The Coast 2 Coast Covergirl stands up, cell phone's are out, people furiously snapping pictures to share on Social Media. Like her or hate her, she demands attention. The blonde hair, the pouty lips, the larger than life appearance quite the opposite of her last name, Liz embodies energy. Her eyes, heavily but perfectly shaded are full of life and excitement on this Tuesday afternoon as she addresses her on-lookers.

Liz Smalls:"Nails by Liz is one of the best selling Nail polishes on these shelves. I don't mean to brag but its the BEST nail polish available...period. And I GUESS I actually do like bragging about that."

The Covergirl puts her hands over her mouth after saying 'Ooops', showing off her bright yellow Nails by Liz manicured fingers.

Liz Smalls:"Today, we're changing the way you look, again, for the better. Through my partnership with Chanel, we're bringing quality to Lip Gloss. Forget going to Target, Walmart, or any other low end, low rate, CHEAP retailer. For the juiciest, prettiest, most glamorous lips...you need."

Liz proudly turns around, pointing to the giant posters of Liz and Delia with the kissy faces, promoting 'Delizcious Lips by Liz'.

Liz Smalls:"Delizcious Lips by Liz! Right now, EXCLUSIVELY available in Mean Girl Pink, this lip gloss is PERFECT for any occasion. And trust me, ladies, you can get ANY guy you want with it. I mean lets face it, not ALL of you were born with the prettiest of faces, Sorry...Not Sorry."

Liz shrugs, some of the on-lookers obviously visibly upset at the arrogance of the young bombshell.

Liz Smalls:"BUT for only $44.99 you can get the highest quality, cutest lip gloss on the market. And, since this was an un-announced, surprise release, I'm giving you an even better deal. Today, Chanel is putting Delizcious Lips by Liz on sale for the ONE DAY special sale price of $39.99. Soooo um, what are you waiting for? Grab it and BUY!!!"

Barry quickly escorts his Covergirl away from the table, out of the back exit of the Chanel store and into a waiting limo. He gets in behind her, smiling as soon as they sit down.

Barry Goldstein:"Did you see them? They freaking love you. There were guys lined up there just to see you. How about that, come in for overpriced sunglasses and leave with a picture of YOU on their phones. What a fuckin' day."

Liz Smalls:: "LANGUAGE!!!"

The Mean Girl looks appalled at the language used by her well-dressed agent. Barry puts his hands up in defense of his speech.

Barry Goldstein:"I'm sorry. You're right. What a fantabulous day, is that better babydoll?"

Liz Smalls:"Yassss but OMG did you see those posters? Delia and I looked sooooo pretty. And the lip gloss..."

Liz pulls her's out of her Chanel handbag, applying a fresh coat to her pouty lips. Barry smiles as his covergirl is all smiles with her wet, glossy lips.

Liz Smalls:"Is perfect. How kissable do my lips look?"

She puckers her lips causing Barry to nod his head in approval.

Liz Smalls:"More kissable than any other lips I've seen. You're beautiful babydoll, and the world knows it. When you hired me, you made the right choice and I hope you see that now. I helped negotiate that deal with Chanel. I mean, the nail polish was cool and all, but a lip gloss AND nail polish? Now we're talkin' money. Lots of it."

Barry reaches over to wine that was on ice in the limo, grabbing a glass and pouring himself a glass. He sips it slowly, reaching over and rubbing Liz gently on her back.

Barry Goldstein:"I didn't recruit you to Gold Standard just because of that pretty face of yours. Though, I have to admit, that helps. The reason I recruited you is because you ARE gold. Drake Green holds the most important gold in all of wrestling, and you'll be there soon enough when you win that Bombshell championship eventually. But on twitter? You're gold. In the ring, you're gold. In the fashion world, you're gold. People are addicted to you. Put it like this. If we could sell Liz flavored cigarettes, people would be dying of it. People buy whats attractive, whats pretty, sex sells. And you embody that babydoll."

The words of the slick talking agent force Liz to sport an open mouthed smile.

Liz Smalls:"Well, thankies. I've been doing more to standout though. I mean when I first joined SCW, I admit I wasn't taking wrestling 100 percent seriously and people could see it. But now, I am. I LOVE my nail polish and now my lip gloss, but I wanna be taken seriously in the ring too. Like, can't the BASICS on twitter just leave me alone? I'm a MEAN GIRL now, we ONLY let the prettiest and BEST sit with us. Like, can't you tell the world?"

Barry Goldstein:"Oh I can and will tell them, but you know whats even better than that? More effective?"

Liz raises an eyebrow curiously.

Barry Goldstein:"Showing them. Just like in the world you're from, modeling. People can SAY you're the prettiest one around, right? But until they see you or the pictures they won't believe it.

I can tell people all day how great you are, but you can't change people's opinions, not until you show them.

This week you get a match against two of those people who've doubted you from day one Liz. You get a chance to SHOW Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall exactly WHAT you can accomplish in that ring. Show them the blood that runs through your veins, not literally of course but you know what I mean. The blood of your father. The blood of your uncles. Wrestling is IN your family Liz. Make them see it. SHOW them.

Show the world."

Liz looks out of the window, deep in thought. The words from Barry hitting her somewhere deep inside.

Barry Goldstein:"Don't misinterpret what I'm saying."

Liz Smalls:"Huh?"

Barry mentally beats himself up, using the word 'misinterpret' probably confused her, he thinks to himself.

Barry Goldstein:"What I meant was, don't take my words of advice as anything other than that. I've believed in you from the day I saw you. I'm just telling you its time to make the world believers. Can you do it?"

Liz Smalls:"Yassss! OMG...I'm soooo shutting them up at Climax Control. I'm so over them."

With that, Barry smiles, sipping the wine slowly as the two business partners carry on conversation in the luxorious limo.

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ON CAMERA
Television Studios
July 30, 2014

Liz Smalls sits comfortably in front of a green screen with an image of all of the Mean Girls standing side by side with smiles on their faces. She glances back at the image as the camera zooms in, focusing more on her, her new Mean Girls Pink Delizcious Lips by Liz lip-gloss illuminating brightly.

Liz Smalls:"Soooo SCW dropped a bombshell when they announced it would be myself and Veronica of the Mean Girls against the Metal and Punk Connection, Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco."

Liz rolls her eyes at the mention of her opponents.

Liz Smalls:"Normally I'd be a little upset. I mean there's no reason why someone like ME should have to get in the ring with people like...THEM. They are disgusting, they look like they smell of cigarettes and Amy has really bad hair. Like, REALLY bad. But the more I thought about it, the more open I am to it. I mean, I GUESS they're worth my time and the risk of breaking a nail. Only for two reasons.

One, because they won the Bombshell Tag Team Titles at Into the Void 3. An event where the BEST tag team in the bombshell division ALSO won a match, I'm talking about myself and Veronica of course, DUH!

And the second reason is because we're the main event. I soooo deserve to be in the main event. SCW should have realized it sooner but whatever. Veronica even kind of deserves to be in it too. I mean she DID sort of help me beat Azz n Class.

Anyway, on August 3rd, we have so much going for us. Climax Control is in MY homestate of California at the Redwood Empire Ice Arena. Since its in an Ice Arena I think now's the perfect time for a Hashtag Liz Fact. Cameraman, pause the video and show my fact!"

The video pauses on Liz flashing a perfect smile as text appears across the screen.

#LizFact-I'm an amazing ice skater!

The video resumes with Liz twirling her hair, unaware that the camera is recording again.

Liz Smalls:"Ooops! Sorry...not sorry. Am I ever sorry?"

The Mean Girl cackles annoyingly.

Liz Smalls:"Anyway, yasss Climax Control comes to California and I'm like super excited. My mommy is going to be there and um...all of our family friends! I can't wait. And now that I HAVE to face the Metal and Punk Connection, I'm using this as my opportunity to show the world why I've won titles elsewhere and why I'll have gold around my beautiful waist here soon enough.

You two can make fun of me all you want but that doesn't change that I'm better than you in every sense of the word better. One of you is a former porn star and the other was so annoying that she was bounced around from foster home to foster home. Ummm no wonder they tweet like psycho people and why they're so jealous of Veronica and I.

I guess I'll start with Jessie. The metal part of the team right? You know what I hate about metal? Its pretty much worthless. When you compare metal to gold, silver, diamonds...its so ugly, bland, boring, BLAH. Like, it doesn't stand out at all. So I GUESS being the metal part fits you perfectly."

Liz smiles, proud of herself for the comparison.

Liz Smalls:"I don't feel sorry for how you were raised. I mean I DO feel bad about your real parents, but I don't blame everyone else who shuffled you around because you deserve it. You prove how much you deserve it everytime you get on twitter and make a mean joke about me! All of them are soooo untrue too! I heard you sent your step daddy to jail for abusing you but you probably lied about that or something. I mean it makes sense. You just have the look that most liars too...dirty, ugly dark makeup. You wanted people to feel sorry for you so you just lied about being abused to get people to care. Newsflash nobody cared and they still don't.

For as ugly as you are I really can't take away what you did at Into the Void. You earned the bombshell tag titles, but I think EVERYONE know's you're just keeping them warm for the Mean Girls. But I think I'm getting ahead of myself, I'll come back to that. I wanna talk about Amy first.

Ugh, the girl with the horrible hair. I pinky promise she's like a broken record. She says the same things over and over and over on twitter. I can't count how many times she's like flooded my timeline saying how we're annoying, or how we're unoriginal, or how we're clueless...ummm are you serious? If we're so unoriginal or stupid, why are we the talk on twitter? Honestly if we disappeared from twitter, it would be soooo boring. We're the names on those ugly lips when you talk, and the ones you mention when you type with those man hands.

You're jealous of me because I'm HOT...I hate that term but it fits here because you could never be hot. No wonder you're from Alaska."

The Coast 2 Coast Covergirl again laughs at her own joke.

Liz Smalls:"You had an embarrassing name in some x-rated movies which I'd never watch because I actually have class and because mommy always told me that I'm NEVER to watch something that...degrating, or degrading? I think she used one of those words."

Liz looks proud of herself for expanding her vocabulary.

Liz Smalls:"But you ARE the punk part of the team right? Doing stupid stuff, acting like you're tough when you really aren't. And just like you're partner you had a lot of issues growing up. Yasss I did my research, aren't you like sooo proud of me?

You thought it was cool to leave home, so you left at 16, do you have any idea how selfish that is? I'm 19 and when I'm not traveling I still live at home with my mommy. She needs me. She LOVES me. And I would do ANYTHING to get my daddy back even for a minute. You have perfectly healthy parents but you chose to turn your back on them. Um, how can Jessie even trust you if you turn on your own parents?

The Punk and Metal Connection to me is more like the Stupid, Ugly, and Worthless connection because that's exactly what both of you are. Talented enough in the ring to win the bombshell tag titles, but not smart enough to keep them.

What makes you even more stupid than anything I've said so far? How about the fact that despite my success elsewhere, you choose to brush it off. You still act like I can't wrestle or that I WON'T risk breaking a nail if it means getting a win. When SCW management waved a future title match against you two if we beat you, they motivated me more than you could ever know. This is like the most inspired I've been ever in SCW.

Keep doubting the Mean Girls. Keep brushing us off as nothing but beautiful bodies and gorgeous faces. Its obvious that even though WE'RE on magazines, YOU'RE the ones with issues.

At Climax Control we give you a new issue...denial.

Because after we beat you, I know you're gonna say we got lucky, or it won't happen again, or that you're still better than us. But we're gonna do exactly what my agent said...we're gonna SHOW the WORLD how much better we really are.

See you in a few days."

Liz waves her manicured fingers at the camera with an arrogant smile as it fades to black.

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Online Press Release from the Gold Standard Agency

As some of you have heard, a few days ago, our Coast 2 Coast Covergirl Liz Smalls was injured in a barbaric, brutal match elsewhere. While Liz suffered severe trauma in the form of internal bleeding from a vicious baseball bat to the ribs, cuts and scars from weapons and emotional distress, we FULLY expect her to be available to compete at Climax Control on August 3rd. She's getting the best treatment possible and WILL be by Veronica Taylor's side in her homestate of California.

We thank you all for your concern over the last few hours in the form of get well tweets. We'd personally like to thank Liz's Mean Girl sisters for their unwavering support.

Liz is a champion. She's a fighter. She's proven time and time again that when you try and count her out she always gets a shoulder up.

Again Liz Smalls WILL be competing still at Climax Control on August 3rd.

You can't keep a good Covergirl down. #GoldStandard

 Scene
Off Camera

Liz Smalls energetically strolls through the hallway of the corporate office building where her manager, Jerry Maders is employed. Her fashionable, flower-inspired heels clank the tiled floor, echoing throughtout the room, she looks around at the walls, all decorated with images of success stories. Intimidation sets in for a few seconds, until Liz remembers who she is. A confident smile crosses her gorgeous face, as she walks towards a nearby door, pushing it open, not bothering to knock… walking straight into the office of her manager, Jerry Maders. Jerry smiles as Liz walks in, admiring her summery flower print dress, and the matching flower tucked into her blonde hair.

Jerry Maders: "Liz, its great to see you as always. Take a seat, will you?"

Liz looks around the office. Plaques decorate it, as well as framed, super-sized photos of some of Jerry's most famous clients. Liz's eyes lock in on the framed photo of herself and she smiles, nodding her head as she walks over to a chair across from Jerry, sitting down happily.

Liz Smalls: "Well, its your pleasure as always. As you know, I'm like super busy and kind of wondering why you called me in for a face to face instead of like, you know texting or something?"

The comment gets a chuckle out of the mid 30's, well dressed-businessman. He adjusts his tie as he looks at his young client.

Jerry Maders: "Well Liz, this is the real world. The professional world. A text message just doesn't do it, not in this business at least. But, nevermind that. I called you in today because I wanted to talk about some of the stuff you've been saying on Social Media."

Liz's eyes light up at the mention of social media, she almost breaks a sweat, wondering what exactly he heard. She tries to play it off cool.

Liz Smalls: "Mmhmm. O-M-G... I'm like the talk of twitter, I just don't understand why everyone hates me. Like c’mon its ME! I think its because they're obviously just like, basic... right?"

Jerry Maders: "Or its because sometimes, some of the stuff you say crosses a line Liz. I'm your manager."

Liz Smalls: "Yeah, and I make you a lot of money. So I'm not really feeling the whole picking me apart thingy that we have going on here. I have feelings too you know… duh!"

The Coast 2 Coast Covergirl throws out her signature pout, Jerry knowing his client and her ability for sudden mood swings tries to make things better.

Jerry Maders: "I didn't mean it like that. What I'm trying to say is, the people on the other end of your tweets, they have feelings too… now I'm all for freedom of speech, but at the end of the day you wanna make money right? Pretty soon if you keep talking about domestic abuse, and calling fans ugly, and smelly... people are going to stop buying those magazines you cover.

Liz's eyes open wide in shock and surprise.

Liz Smalls: "WHAT!? Stop buying my magazines? Noooo way.”

Jerry Maders: "Yes way. People like you. They think you’re attractive and who could blame them, but those boundaries, you cross 'em daily. Sometimes physical beauty can be masked if someone thinks you’re a horrible person on the inside."

Liz stands up, her eyes lowering and looking down at her manager, as she aggressively points a manicured finger in his direction.

Liz Smalls: "Heyyy! I'm NOT a horrible person on the inside. I'm getting like really mad at you right now! I didn't come here to be bullied. I get enough of that from Marisol and the others on twitter.”

Jerry pushes himself up from his desk as he walks out from behind the desk, and over to Liz, taking her hand and rubbing it gently to calm her down.

Jerry Maders: "Hey, I wasn't calling you a horrible person. I'm saying that's what some people will think. Please, sit back down."

Liz rolls her eyes, pulling her hand back to herself. She pauses for a second and then sits back down in the chair as Jerry walks back behind his desk.

Jerry Maders: "These walls, they're decorated with some of the most successful people in sports, music, movies, entertainment… everything. A lot of hard work went into each and every one of those people, a lot of coaching, managing. Image is everything Liz."

Liz is now focusing intensely, staring at her manager across the desk.

Jerry Maders: "That's why you chose me as your business partner, right?"

Liz Smalls: "Yasss but…”

Jerry Maders: "There's no BUTS Liz. You pay me to make you look even better than you already look, and that's what I'm doing. I understand that you don't like all of the girls you interact with on twitter. I even get that you aren't big on mingling with the fans. But to publicly insult the people that we want buying into you? Its not a good business decision."

Liz Smalls: "I'm NOT going near them or signing stupid autographs for them. I smell like rotten doritos on them, or something... whenever I go near them.”

Jerry Maders: "Okay but don't tweet about them saying that, just calm down a little on all of that. And the domestic abuse stuff? That's way too far. You’re a kid, but trust me… that's a big deal. Its a good thing you're bringing money into the places you work, otherwise you might be blackballed from the wrestling business altogether already."

Liz has heard enough as she cuts him off.

Liz Smalls: "I'm gonna say what I want, kay? Sorry Not Sorry."

Jerry Maders: "Then you’re only limiting yourself Liz. When you get a little older, you'll realize what I was trying to teach you. I'm gonna support you regardless not only because your my client, but because I think you have a bright future in the wrestling business.”

Liz Smalls: "Ummm, I think that you mean entertainer that wrestles."

Jerry nods his head, he can't help but smile at his young client and her view on things.

Jerry Maders: "Right, sorry. But yeah...go ahead and get out of here. I know you’re a busy girl. Just, please try and at least consider the repercussions of your actions if you keep the twitter stuff up?"

Liz looks at Jerry, she is staring, paying attention, but obviously VERY confused.

Liz: "Huh?"

Jerry Maders: "Nevermind. Just, try not to be as outspoken on twitter. Its about making us money at the end of the day.”

Liz Smalls: "I'll TRY...but no promises.”

Liz stands up, as does Jerry, who walks around the desk and wraps his arms around Liz, giving his client a friendly hug, holding for a few seconds, patting her on the back and then releasing. Liz gives him a half smile as she turns around and she heads out of his office, thinking this was all a waste of time, but not letting Jerry know that. She makes her way back into the hallway as she hurries out of the building.

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Scene
On Camera

Liz Smalls: "Sooooo this week I'm facing Marisol in a match that I really don't wanna be in. I clearly stated when I joined that I didn't want any weapons matches, so what does management do? They like try and cover it up with some fancy wheel with match types and think I won't notice. Ummm nooo. This is crazy. I'm stuck in a match against some psycho, weirdo who OBVS has a thing against me. The funny thing is, she calls me a bully, but everytime I tweet something even if its not about her, she jumps on me and brings ALL of her weirdo BASIC friends and they all attack me. Soooo do I feel bad about getting 'too personal' with her? No...I don't. I haven't even like started getting personal either. I don't care about your past. As far as I'm concerned you were stupid for ever involving yourself with someone who would beat you up anyway. Like, why stay? And now you want sympathy for it? Ummm...no. Sorry Not Sorry."

Liz smiles into the camera arrogantly. flipping her blonde hair out of her eyes.

Liz Smalls: "And now your stupid 'papa' was attacked and you can't stop tweeting about it, newsflash...WE DONT CARE. Nobody does. Why would they care for some old crusty dusty man who they don't even know? Okay, like, I should probably stop before you get all crazy on me. At Climax Control this week Marisol, you see a different Liz Smalls. Before, you’re right, maybe I was just here for a paycheck and to promote my nail polish and makeup, but that's like changed. Now, I'm out to prove the world wrong. Nobody believes I can REALLY be a successful entertainer that wrestles. Soooo what am I gonna do? Show them that I can be. I can be better than you, or Delia, or any other Vixen in SCW that thinks just because I'm 19 and beautiful that I'm nothing more than a plastic Barbie. Its obvs that your jealous, and I'm gonna give you another reason at Climax Control. The one thing you have over me is your wrestling, right? Soooo I'm gonna take that from you, beat you at your own game and shut you up once and for all. You threatened my career and when you did that Marisol? You went way too far. The wheel might give you that barbaric weapons match, but there's a good chance it won't. There's a good chance it might give us something that I'd be wayyy better at like hmmm...a pillow fight. Or maybe it gives us a beauty contest, or the Strike a Pose match that I had last week. Those are all matches that you'd stand NO chance in because well… you’re ugly."

She laughs at her own joke before continuing.

Liz Smalls: "Whatever the match is I GUESS I'm stuck with it. SCW management will be getting a call from my lawyers if I'm hurt in ANY way though and Marisol if I sue them? Guess whose fault it is? Yours. So whatever match we get at Climax Control, have a heart. Don't put SCW in any legal trouble and most importantly, don't you DARE try and hurt me. If you do I promise it'll be like the biggest mistake you've ever made. Well, besides the mistake of being born but that one wasn't really your fault was it?"

She asks sarcastically, laughing.

Liz Smalls: "Wrestling to me is just another form of entertainment and Mari, unfortunately for you, entertainment needs Stars. You just don't fit that category. You're more like a supporting actress, and not a very good one. At Climax Control the Coast 2 Coast Covergirl gets her first REAL starring role in the ring, and you're the supporting actress that makes me look better by how bad you are. Sorry Not Sorry."