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Climax Control Archives / What's the Matter Amy-Jayne?
« on: June 16, 2016, 12:37:13 PM »
 W H A T ‘ S. T H E. M A T T E R. A M Y – J A Y N E ??

Isn’t life a funny little thing? Every single day, every single hour, every single minute, there is always something that happens that treats our emotions like proverbial puppets on a string. From happiness and triumph, to tragedy and sorrow. The world cripples us and our emotions become part of a meandering river. My entire life has been a meandering river, but the world hasn’t been the catalyst. When you have a catalyst by the name of Lacey Bentley, you don’t need the world to make your emotions go “full circle”

P L E A S E. B E. H O N E S T

Everyone has one of those little bucket lists. You know, those lists of things you want to do or places you want to see before you kick that proverbial bucket. Well, I have lived one of those lives that you could have seen on Life Styles of the Rich and Famous back in the day. Since I always had everything I wanted growing up, I was able to see any place that my little heart desired. Well, that was until I realized I have never been to the “Land of the Rising Sun”. Japan has always been a dream of mine, though I never really knew why. Imagine my surprise when I found that I would be making my first televised debut for Sin City Wrestling at Into the Void V. Forget the fact that debuting at the biggest pay-per-view of the year is exciting, but what about it happening in Japan? Now, that is something to be amazed by.

It was a usually sunny day in Hollywood, California. There was clearly nothing better to be done on this particular day than to lay out poolside. Of course, that is exactly what Christina Bentley would do. Outside of her less than modest home, Christina laid poolside in her white bikini. In her lounge chair, she is clearly comfortable as she has her eyes covered by her Gucci sunglasses. The only sounds that could immediately heard was that of the birds chirping. For the first time since she had arrived back from Tokyo, Christina felt like she was at peace in her life. Japan was a dream, but it was also the most hectic experience of her life. For every sight that she saw, her mother would make her train. For every piece of sushi that she ingested, that was another round of squats that she would have to perform. Sufficive it to say, Christina had to work out in Tokyo like she was in the main event, when she wasn’t even on the card. She couldn’t let her mother’s outrageous workout regimen affect her however. Christina knew that it was being done for the best. At least, that’s what she thought her mother would say if she had ever mustered the courage to ask her. She couldn’t let that small fact worry her, especially when it was something that she knew she should have been used to by now. After all these years, she knew that Lacey would take any opportunity to be a buzzkill. At the end of the day, you can’t cry over spilled milk. It was a brand new day, and it was one that Christina had been looking forward to for quite some time. For the first time in nearly three years, Christina was about to reunite with the two women that she started her wrestling training with. Sarah and Reese were both amazing women. They both knew exactly what they were doing, and so far it proved to be successful. Sarah Robinson and Reese Spencer had both made their names in wrestling, which is something that Christina hadn’t done… yet. With the sound of the gates opening, Christina reaches up and pulls down her sunglasses. An elated smile comes over her face as she sees both Reese and Sarah walking towards the pool. Both women looked as great as they always had. Reese wearing a ruby red swimsuit, and Sarah wearing a black swimsuit herself. Both women return Christina’s gleaming smile as they walk over to the lounge chairs. Christina jolts up from her chair and immediately extends her arms out and hugs both of the women.

C H R I S T I N A
“You two actually made it!”

Reese simply returned the smile that she got from Christina. She pulled away from the hug as she placed her hands onto her hips.

R E E S E
“Like I’d miss seeing my girl for the world. Seriously, I haven’t seen you in forever."

S A R A H
“Really, it’s been way too long. I think we’re both just happy to finally see you making moves in the wrestling ring. I’m sure that Lacey is ecstatic that you’re finally getting back into the family business.”

A look of unease comes over Christina’s face. If faces could tell a story, it was obvious that Christina wasn’t exactly happy about Lacey’s involvement.

C H R I S T I N A
“I obviously love my mother, she’s just a little… much sometimes. I know she means well, but she totally ruined my Tokyo dreams.”

As Reese and Sarah both look at each other slightly puzzled, it was obvious that neither of them really wanted to push the issue any further. After a moment of almost radio silence, Sarah blurts out.

S A R A H
“So what exactly happened? I mean I understand if you don’t actually want to discuss it or whatever, but still.”

Christina simply shakes her head. After a moment, she places her hands onto her hips.

C H R I S T I N A
“She just didn’t give me a chance to enjoy myself. She turned everything into a training session. I didn’t even compete in Japan. I really don’t understand what she thought she was doing. I get that I have to be in tip-top shape for when I actually do compete, but that wasn’t the time obviously. I swear, I should have never agreed to let her tag along for my journey like that. She’ll be my damn death. I mean all I wanted to see were a few sites, and she turned that into a workout session. Anytime I ate sushi, she’d make me work out. I couldn’t even sleep past 8 AM without her making me go work out. I wasn’t on the card, but she was making me work out like I was in the damn main event.”

Reese lets out a subtle laugh as she crosses her arms over her ample chest.

R E E S E
“It sounds like she wants you to be successful, but that’s a tad bit ridiculous. I mean, maybe you should tell her that you don’t want her with you?”

S A R A H
“Absolutely, but you know she won’t take that well. Lacey would never take that well. She still wants to be able to cling onto her glory. I don’t think she realizes that things in this business have changed.”

Christina takes a deep breath.

C H R I S T I N A
“I guess you’re right. I swear, you girls are the brain trust I always wanted!”
As all three girls embrace in a hug, but Christina cannot staring off into space. She knew that the conversation had to be had, but she knew that it wouldn’t be easy.

A N. A M P L I F I E D. B R A I N. T R U S T

I knew it had to be done, but it honestly scared me to death. I’ve never been someone to push my limits when it came to Lacey. She was my mother, but she was more than that. She was like my best friend. All of my life was spent making sure that she was happy with the person that I had become. With every mistake that I made, she treated my like her friend, giving me good advice without lambasting my like a parent typically should. I definitely respected her for not completely punishing me when I was younger, but it definitely had its drawbacks. Now, she’s still more of a friend than a mother, but I know that if I bring up my grievance, she’ll never forgive me.

It was a great day to be in Las Vegas, Nevada. With Climax Control three days away, it was time to make it to the site of the one hundred fiftieth edition of Climax Control where Christina Bentley was going to be making her debut. As she sat on her hotel room bed, she had her hands above her head. With the obvious aim or rest, Christina was at peace in the situation. She knew that the one thing that she needed was a few measly minutes to just close her eyes, and meditate on the match in which she was going to be having on Sunday. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on her hotel room door. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes. Then, she crept out of the bed and walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole, she took a deep breath as she opened it. On the other side of the door, Lacey stood with a large smile on her face, and a large binder in her arms. Lacey quickly enters the room as she goes over to the bed, and throws the binder onto it.

L A C E Y
“Christina baby, you’re going to love what I have for you! You wouldn’t believe the amount of bids I had from seamstresses that want to create your gear! I swear, I have some of the best in the business itching to give you the chance to wear their designs. Well, wear your designs and wrestle in them. It’s like the best mutualistic relationship ever. You wear banging gear, they get their shit seen on television. I mean…”

Not quite allowing her mother to finish her thought, Christina interjects. She takes hold of the binder and quickly begins to thumb through it.

C H R I S T I N A
“Mom, I ummm appreciate that you wanted to do all of that for me. I just ummm... don’t really like any of these designs. I mean with all due respect, I like the person that I found to do my designs like two months ago. These are very, blasé. I really enjoyed Mia’s designs that she did.”

A look of disappointment comes over Lacey’s face. As she crosses her arms over her chest as she looks straight at Christina.

L A C E Y
“Are you serious? I found you legitimate fashion designers wanting to do your gear! You should be absolutely honored that they want to do your gear, just like they did mine.”

C H R I S T I N A
“Mom, I don’t want to wear clothing from 1999. I am sorry for saying it like that, I just don’t care about those designs. Don’t take that the wrong way, it’s just not something that I’d ever wear to be completely honest.”

Lacey takes her hands off her hips, and then she grabs the binder from the bed and aggressively closes it.

L A C E Y
“Oh, that’s completely fine. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do Christina, I just wanted to really make sure that you had the best gear ever. I mean Mia’s stuff is fine… I guess. I just really wanted you to have some of the best… that’s all. I promise, I’m not going to overstep like this ever again.”

Lacey then storms over towards the door. Christina takes a deep breath as Lacey quickly leaves the room.

C H R I S T I N A
“Such a damn drama queen.”

Christina crosses her arms over her chest as she then sits back down onto the bed. She then takes her deep breath, and closes her eyes. She knew that it was time to get the meditation she needed, because it was the only chance she was going to get.

I. H E A R. Y O U. C O U N T I N G. S H E E P. A G A I N. A M Y – J A Y N E

“The stage was set, the debut was near. The feel of intensity could be felt in the air!”

A lingering voice could be heard coupled with a pitch black screen that you’d normally expect to be seen with radio silence.

“… Did someone forget to turn the lights on again?!?!”

Then, the sound of two claps could be heard. The claps were spaced out by about two seconds, then like magic the lights come on. Now, two thrones could be seen. On the right, Christina Bentley sat with a smile on her face. The fresh faced beauty had a right leg crossed over her left. Her hands clasped together over her knee. She then turns to her left where her mother Lacey has a less than enthusiastic look on her beautiful face. Lacey has her legs both planted on the floor, then she turns her attention towards her daughter.

”Can you feel it? I mean, the intensity is deafening. I know that it’s a big deal when you debut in a wrestling promotion, but this is different. I will be debuting for the illustrious Sin City Wrestling. Not only will it be SCW, it will be SCW’s one hundred fiftieth edition of their flagship broadcast, Climax Control. Never in my life did I think that I’d be making a wrestling debut at a show that will be that big. I mean, every time I think about it, I just didn’t know if I’d be able to sleep. I mean I’ve tried everything to get some sleep. You know, the trick of warm milk… that didn’t exactly work. I tried counting down from one hundred that was a blast! I mean, I hope you can all tell my sarcasm in that, it was boring as all hell. There is way too much thought that goes into counting backwards. I mean one hundred… ninety-nine… ninety-eight… ninety-seven… ninety-six… ninety-five… you get the point! It takes a lot of thought sometimes to do all of that counting! Don’t get me wrong, I never thought that I was going to get any sleep, but I finally found something that I could do that helped me out a ton!”

A smirk comes over Lacey’s face. As she sits back into her chair. She then crosses her right leg over her left.

”Now baby, I have to ask. What did you to fall asleep? I’ve been trying myself but the excitement just hasn’t allowed for me to get my eight hours of beauty sleep. I’m quite perplexed by that, so really… what have you done?”

Christina then uncrosses her legs, and springs up from her throne. She then walks around the room for a moment, almost pacing. Then, she stops dead center and places her hands onto her hips.

”Mom don’t call me crazy, but I have started counting sheep. Yeah, I know that sounds really strange. However, it’s really helped. I mean one sheep, two sheep, three sheep… it’s amazing. I mean, I’m sure my opponent from Climax Control really did the same. I mean Amy-Jayne, I’m sure that you have the same nerves that I do. That sense of anticipation is getting to you just as much as I have. Think about it, you know that the nerves are racking, you’re stepping onto the grandest stage so far in your career, much like me.”

Christina takes her hands off of her hips. Then, she walks over to her mother’s throne, and places her right hand onto the top of that throne. Lacey smiles as she reaches up and touches her daughter’s arm.

”We both were first seen at Into The Void Five by the SCW Universe. Neither of us wrestled, but I’m willing to wager that we both made some kind of lasting impression. I mean you had a nice little interview, I had that nice little argument with Madam copyright infringement, Veronica Taylor. I mean really, it was such a great damn night. We both got to see the sights and sounds of Tokyo, Japan. We both probably had that authentic sushi, probably wore those amazing robes. I mean really, it was a great experience. However, that’s now in the past, and we are each other’s future. At Climax Control, we are both going to step into the ring. We are going to step into that ring, and we are both going to finally be able to get all of those nerves out. We are going to step into the ring and have what I’m sure will be the best matches of our young careers. We are going to step into the bombshell division and put our names in the stones of history. We are going to steal the damn show, and you know that. Here’s what you don’t know…”

Christina then steps away from the back of her mother’s throne. She then crosses back in front of her mother and smiles at the camera. Then, she takes her seat once again. Crossing her legs once again, she places her hands onto the arms of the throne. After a moment, she begins to speak once more.

”You don’t know that I’m going to win. I am more than sure that you’re going to put forth a valiant effort, but that isn’t enough Amy. I’m going to put my best foot forward, and I’m going to cement my legacy with a win. I am going to start the Bentley regime in grand fashion. I am more than prepared for the opportunity to show the entire world with Christina Bentley can do. I am more than sure that you’re going to take me to my limit, but I know that you’re not going to beat me. I have waited me entire life for this moment, and you’re not going to take my moment away from me. So Amy, here’s a little trick. Remember how I said count sheep? I suggest that when you’re on your back in the middle of that ring, you should count down from three.”

Confidence begins to exude from Christina’s face. Once again, she stands up from the throne and begins to speak.

”When I am on top of you for that cover, you count down Three… Two… One, and it will all be over. I promise, it will be painless! See you at Climax Control, you’ll be counting sheep again, Amy-Jayne!”

Lacey stands up and walks over to her daughter. She then places her right hand onto her daughter’s shoulder as the scene fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Remember the Name
« on: December 11, 2014, 10:04:26 PM »
 REMEMBER THE NAME… DESIREE DRAKE

“Last time I stepped into the ring, I made a statement. I showed that I’m more than just a blonde bombshell. I’m more than just a girl who models and posts her provocative pictures on Twitter. I’m a serious athlete. Orchid learned that up close and personal two weeks ago on Climax Control. The fans of SCW will never forget the name Desiree Drake, I’m going to make sure of that. Come hell or high water, they will never forget my name…”

SCENE ONE || LIFE IN THE SPOTLIGHT
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Outside of her favorite Miami gym, Desiree Drake is standing against the wall. She has her iPhone in her hand and is sending a text message. Her one track mind is truly focusing on the text message as many people pass her. After a few more moments of pounding her fingers on her phone, she looks up and has a smile on her face. As she holds her phone in her right hand, she walks away from the wall.

Desiree Drake||
Well, it’s been how long? I mean I shouldn’t have to wait eight thousand years to see my own sister.

Desiree’s sister, Alyx, was standing in front of her. Alyx ,who has her hands on her hips, shakes her head at her sister.

Alyx Drake||
Look, I’m a busy nineteen year old. I’m trying to live my life Desi. I really don’t see why you wanted to meet here. You know I don’t work out. I mean I know I look like I work out all the time, but I don’t. Now, why in the hell would you want me to meet you here? If I wanted to see a bunch of male chauvinists’, I’d actually go to my Poli Sci class.

Alyx and Desiree are polar opposites. Everything that Desiree liked, Alyx hated. The only thing the two had in common was their love for pizza and the DNA that they both shared. Desiree smirks at her sister before she begins to speak.

Desiree Drake||
Look, I’m sorry that we’re meeting under less than mutual circumstances, but I’m only in Miami for one day. I have to get my daily workout in, so this was the only time that I had allotted that we could meet up. I love you, but I have to look great being in the ring on Sunday.  

Desiree knew that her sister never really agreed with her life choice. Alyx always thought that Desiree deserved better than what she was doing. Sure, Desiree is a stunning girl, but she has a brain too. Alyx truly believes that Desiree should be somewhere else other than wearing skimpy outfits inside a wrestling ring. Alyx goes over to the gym door and opens it. Stepping aside, she lets Desiree enter first. She soon enters after her sister. The two sisters go over to two elliptical machines. They both get on their separate machines and begin to workout. After standing in a few minutes of silence, Desiree turns and looks at Alyx. Alyx, who is in deep concentration, doesn’t notice her sister looking at her.

Desiree Drake||
Alyx… Alyx… Alyx Lynn Drake… ALYX!!!!

Alyx suddenly turns around and looks at her sister. She takes a deep breath as she is trying to regain her composure. After a few seconds, she begins to speak once again.

Desiree Drake ||
Girl, where in the hell is your head at? I just said your name multiple times and you didn’t respond.  I know you’re an airhead, but I’m not used to you totally ignoring me. What’s up Alyx, this isn’t like you.

Alyx looks at her sister for a few moments before jumping off her exercise machine. Alyx walks away and is closely followed by Desiree. Alyx walks out of the gym. Desiree stops at the door and takes a deep breath. She opens it and runs after her sister. As Alyx goes to get into her 2014 Nissan Altima, Desiree grabs onto her sisters arm. She turns her around as the two look at each other in the eye. After a few moments of looking at each other, Alyx looks down.

Alyx Drake ||
Why in the hell should you care? I mean, you go away for months at a time. You don’t even attempt to call in and check on me. You just use me to babysit your precious little penthouse apartment. You know you don’t give a damn about me. Why are you taking such a sudden interest in me? Quite frankly, I don’t know why I agreed to see you.

If words could kill, Desiree would be dead. Her relationship with her sister was always her pride and joy. Even from a young age, Desiree was like a mother hen. She prided herself on being almost another maternal figure to her siblings. To know that Alyx felt that way towards her, it almost humbled her.

Desiree Drake ||
Alyx, you know that I’d do anything for you. You know that I love you, I don’t get this hostility. I know that you don’t agree with what kind of career choice I’ve made, but I’m doing extremely well for myself. I just signed a new huge contract. I’m finally getting the exposure that I always wanted in this business, you should be happy for me. Everything that I’m doing, I’m doing for you and all the others. Mom supported us so much, it’s my turn to support everyone. I know that my methods are a little unorthodox, but it’s getting the job done. I mean come on, that car that you’re riding in is because of my job. If it wasn’t for me modeling and wrestling, our family would still be struggling the way were in two thousand and nine.

Alyx knew deep down that Desi was correct. However, she would never be able to admit it. She loves her sister, she really does. She just doesn’t enjoy anything that she does.

Alyx Drake ||
Look, I don’t understand why you had to bring up this car. You got it for me as a birthday gift. You know what, I don’t have the fucking time to deal with you and your shit. I have finals that I should be studying for. Forget that I ever agreed to meet you. Now, I know why we never ever fucking speak to each other. I hope that you don’t forget where you came from. Enjoy your flight back to wherever the fuck you came from this time.

With a look of anger on her face, Alyx gets into her car and quickly starts it. She backs out of her parking space, and leaves the parking lot. As she watches her sister leave, Desiree can’t help but to feel that she was right. Was Desiree focusing on her career entirely too much? Was she completely out of touch with everything that her family had stood for? Was it possible that Alyx was just on her rag? How could she not be? She had never been so ungrateful to Desiree like that before. Desiree had put her neck on the line for her sister multiple times in the past. Between buying her a car AND letting her stay at her place, why would she be so ungrateful. The one certain thing was Desiree felt like shit after their conversation. Taking a deep breath, Desiree walks towards her car. Looking up at the sky, she shakes her head. Putting her hands on the top of her Mercedes, she turns her head towards the gym. She contemplates getting back into the gym, but she doesn’t. Instead, she unlocks the door and gets into her car. As she slowly backs out of her parking spot, she drives away. As she drives away, the song on the radio said it all. “Say something, I’m giving up on you.”

“How can someone be so fucking cruel? After everything that I’ve done for her, how could she say shit like that about me? Does she forget everything that I do for her? Does she forget that if weren’t for me, she wouldn’t be going to college? Does she forget that I’m the one who cooked every meal for her since she was in High School? If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be where she is today. You know what, I’m done worrying about her. If Alyx thinks we don’t speak enough now, give it a few more weeks. She’ll be lucky to get a Christmas gift from me in 2022 if she’s lucky.”

SCENE TWO || DOUBLE THE PLEASURE… DOUBLE THE TROUBLE
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The scene opens in a rather plain hallway. The camera seems to focus in on the right walls on the hallway. Slowly panning over the pictures on the wall, there are multiple pictures of some of Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshells. As the camera pans throughout the pictures, something becomes apparent. There are pictures of bombshells, but only three of them. The three bombshells that continue to come up in the pictures are: Roxi Johnson, Melody Grace, and Misty.  Once the camera gets down to the end of the hall, there are three pictures of each of these bombshells. All three pictures are substantially larger than the other pictures that were on the wall. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps can be heard coming towards the camera in the distance. As the sounds come closer, it’s apparent that more than one set of feet are making the noise. The camera slowly turns around Desiree Drake is seen walking towards the camera with a beautiful brunette. Both women are dressed in rather stunning fashion. Desiree is dressed in a short black dress, and a pair of matching black high heels. The brunette is wearing a similar white dress, with a pair of red high heels. Desiree and her comrade walk towards the camera. Once they make it close to the camera, it turns back towards the three big pictures. A few seconds later, both Desiree and the brunette stand up next to the pictures. Desiree is between the picture of Roxi and Melody, and the brunette between Melody and Misty. As the two women look at each other, Desiree begins to speak.

Desiree Drake ||
I guess this is as good as a time as any to introduce you to the world darling.

The brunette simply nods her head. Desiree turns her attention over to the camera. She places her right hand on her right hip with a look of confidence on her face.

Desiree Drake ||
Ever since I was a little girl, my mother told me an old adage. Behind every great woman is a great man… yeah right. Once I got into wrestling, I realized that was a crock of shit. No man has ever done anything for me when it comes to me getting in that ring. Don’t get me wrong, I’m eternally grateful for my trainer. He taught me everything that I know inside that ring, but he hasn’t done shit for me since I got my big break. That’s why I’ve been by myself for so long in this business. However, that’s going to change. You see, I believe that behind every great woman… is another woman.
Desiree turns around and looks at her brunette confidant on the side of her. After a few moments, they both turn back towards the camera as Desiree continues to speak.

Desiree Drake ||
You see, that’s why I have this stunning beauty on the side of me. Though I may not like all women, this one is different. I want to introduce Devyn Vitale to all of you.  I firmly believe that with someone behind me, I cannot fail. Devyn is the right woman for that. I only align myself with those that I believe to be strong enough to get where they want to go. That’s exactly what Devyn Vitale is.

Taking a step forward, Devyn looks at Desiree with a confident smirk on her face. Turning her attention back to the camera, the brunette bombshell leans against the picture of Misty. After taking a moment, she begins to speak.

Devyn Vitale ||
I am a firm believer in helping those who help you. Desiree has done that for me for years. If it wasn’t for her Desiree Drake, I wouldn’t have known that being in this business was right for me. Desiree helped me out last year, so it’s my turn to help her out. After all, isn’t that what besties are for? Desiree thought it would be a great idea to have her best friend with her at ringside, so that’s where I’ll be. Like any best friend, I’m going to have Desiree’s back. I’m not here to make friend with anyone else, I’m here to make sure Desiree gets what she deserves. Like Desiree, I’m smart, sexy, flawless,… and dangerous.

Devyn reaches her right hand over and taps Desiree on the shoulder. Acknowledging this with a nod, Desiree takes a step up. She drops her hands down to her sides as she looks in the camera with a deep gaze.

Desiree Drake ||
Climax Control is going to be the beginning of a new era in Sin City Wrestling. I’m getting what is possibly the biggest opportunity that I’ve had in professional wrestling to date. At Climax Control, I’m competing in one of the biggest tag matches of my life. My partners and I, Mikah and Mercedes Vargas, are facing three of the biggest names in the bombshell history. You see, I’ve been a fan of wrestling for a very long time. I’ve never seen three women who have the level of talent… that me and my partners have.

Desiree lets out a quick chuckle. She turns to Devyn to see her nodding in approval. Turning her head back to the camera, she begins to speak once again.

Desiree Drake ||
No other bombshells on the entire roster, that can compare to us three. Mercedes Vargas has proven that for years now. Being the current Bombshell roulettes champion, Mercedes shows that she’s an amazing wrestler. In fact, she’s so good she doesn’t even need those Mean Girls. Mikah, you and I have some pretty similar personalities. I guess we can both be considered bitches. However, I like to believe that we both have the talent that it takes. In fact, I believe that we’ll both be the next big things in the Bombshell’s division. I believe that the three of us create the perfect storm. We are the perfect balance of beauty, strength, and danger. We’re going to make the biggest challenge that our three opponents have had in quite some time.

Desiree takes a few steps up and away from the pictures. She turns her back to the camera and stares at the pictures. Soon, Devyn moves away from the pictures and stands next to Desiree. As they both analyze the pictures, Devyn speaks up.

Devyn Vitale ||
So these are your three opponents at Climax Control? What exactly is so great about them? I mean, they all look pretty damn plain to me. I mean, that first one needs to drop the red hair. I think the entire fucking world can tell that it isn’t natural. The second one needs to seriously do something about those eyebrows. Its okay to let them grow out, but those caterpillars need a damn good waxing. As for that last one, has she ever seen what it looks like outside. I mean there’s white, then there’s that.

Desiree turns her head towards Devyn for a moment, then back to the pictures. Crossing her arms over her chest, after some pondering, Desiree Drake begins to speak once again.

Desiree Drake ||
There isn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind that these women look like crap. However, I’m not here to talk about their looks. Even if they look like the strippers that work the day shift, that’s not the point. This is all about what me and my partners are going to do them at Climax Control. Hmm… I don’t know who I should start with. I mean all three of these women are pieces of work. They may be some of the most loved bombshells of all time, but they all need serious psychological help. Somehow you women function in society, but you need to all be in strait jackets.

Slowly, Desiree goes up to the picture of Roxi Johnson. Looking at the iconic bombshell holding the Bombshell’s Championship, she puts her right hand under her cheek. Slowly moving her right hand on the picture, she begins to speak once more.

Desiree Drake ||
Roxi Johnson, you are one of the most iconic bombshell’s in SCW history. I cannot deny that you have been one of the most influential names in this company. I can go on and on about the classic matches that you’ve had over your years here. You have held the highest title in our division on two separate occasions. That’s something that even I have to admit is an amazing accomplishment. You have accomplished what everyone dreams of doing. You’ve done it twice, so that proves that you have to be good at what you do. However, I have trouble understanding how you did that.

Desiree takes a few steps away from the picture. As she looks at it as if she’s in a staring contest, she continues to speak.

Desiree Drake ||
The only thing I know about you is that you have a subpar wife, and that you are really nice. How in the fuck have you made it so far as an athlete without getting mean? I mean, you can’t be nice all the time doll face. One day, you’re going to be falling flat on your face thanks to being so damn nice. You see Roxi, there was a time not so long ago that I was just like you. I used to think that if I was a total sweetheart, that no one would hurt me. That no one would try to take advantage of me. I used to think that I’d be the girl who everyone would love, that was a crock of bullshit. I learned that not everyone would be able to like me. I learned that you have just say fuck it when it comes to what other people think. The only person that matters, is you. That’s why I can’t understand how you can care what all these people think about you. That’s what you’re ultimate hubris will be in your career. Caring what these fans think is the worst thing that you can do. Have you ever wondered why you haven’t captured a third bombshell’s title? I actually think that I know why you haven’t. If you’d show that you actually don’t give a damn about what other people think, you’d walk to the beat of your own drum. You wouldn’t look like some mindless number. You’d be innovative, and people would take notice. The recognition that you’d get would surely bring you to the level that you should probably be at. You’d be back at the former glory that you had earlier this year. However, I think that the damage is already done. This Sunday, you’ll be facing me and my partners. I think we all know that we have something to prove on Sunday. I’m going to make sure that I show everyone why being nice gets you nowhere. Being a cold hearted bitch will always trump a little nice girl. Whether that’s you fire crotch, or one of your little partners… I vow that.

Devyn taps Desiree on the back as Desiree grabs onto the picture of Roxi by the frame. In a flawless motion, she throws the picture onto the ground. The glass on the picture shatters and falls onto the floor. Desiree lifts up her right leg and pushes the picture off to the side. Then, she turns her attention over to the picture of Melody Grace. As Devyn places her right hand on the edge of the picture of Grace, Desiree begins to speak once again.

Desiree Drake ||
Melody, you are the odd person out on your team. Everyone else on your team has accomplished something, but you’re the rookie. Frankly speaking, I don’t ever see you accomplishing anything. You see, I don’t think you have enough of a brain to ever accomplish anything. I sit there and watch my twitter feed. Not an hour goes by without seeing something stupid coming from your account. I swear, I think Bubbles the chimp could keep a more cohesive thought than you ever could. I swear you must be a medical marvel. The fact that you can function as an everyday human being, I’ll never understand how you do that. I mean based on what I can tell, you should be in some cage somewhere throwing feces at on coming tourists.

Devyn looks at Desiree with a somewhat uncomfortable look. She mouths the words “eww” at Desiree who simply shrugs her shoulders. As Devyn Vitale shakes her head in disgust, Desiree continues to speak.

Desiree Drake ||
Melody, you may be an odd cookie, but you’ll be in the ring with me. I’m not going to sit there and let you play that innocent shit with me. I am going to take you out. I am going to make you realize that this wrestling thing isn’t for you. I’m going to make you see that you aren’t cut out for this wrestling business. Quite frankly, I don’t think that you’re cut out for anything. Maybe you would make an amazing rave girl. I mean considering the bright neon shit you wear to the ring, you’d be perfect for that. Hell, maybe you could even be a traffic cone. I don’t think any car would be able to claim they didn’t see you wearing something like that. The point is, I’m going to take it to you and your partners at Climax Control. In fact, I want to make you cry. I want you to fall on your knees and beg for me to take it easy on you. I want to make you my little bitch!

Desiree nods at Devyn. After getting approval, Devyn knocks Melody’s picture down from the wall. The picture falls down on the floor. Much like Roxi’s, the glass shatters all over the place. Desiree looks on in approval as Devyn moves down to the Misty’s picture. Desiree goes over to Misty’s picture and places her right hand on it. Desiree can’t help but to stare at the picture of Misty. The picture is of the moment that Misty celebrated winning the inaugural Bombshell’s championship. After a few more seconds of silence, Desiree begins to clap very slowly. After moments of clapping, Desiree throws her hands on her hips before she speaks on her final opponent.

Desiree Drake ||
Misty… Misty… Misty, where do I begin? Everyone basically says that you’re the most influential bombshell in the history of this company? You were the first person to win the title that we all want. You have held every title in our division. You are the person that everyone should be look up to. However, I don’t agree with that. So what, you have won every title, that just means that you’ve accomplished everything that there is to accomplish. It’s time for you to ride off into the sunset Misty. Your time is done. You’re getting older, and every bombshell that comes in now is going to get younger and younger. You aren’t a needed facet around here anymore. You know, you may have been all the rave back in 2011, but we are a whole new breed of women now. SCW has never seen someone with the amount of beauty and talent that I possess. Like with everything, the older versions get replaced by bright, new, and shiny versions. I’ll be honest, there will never be another Misty. That’s a good thing, we don’t need another Misty. The current Misty isn’t good enough to begin with. Sure, for a while you were the best thing going. However, that was before there was another alternative to the bullshit that you are. Nothing about you is good Misty. Sure, the Ford was a great car, but how long was it the only one? When people only have one subpar thing, they settle for that. That was you for the longest time Misty. You were the only really good thing going for the bombshells, so of course you were going to accomplish a lot more than you should have. That doesn’t mean that you’re good, in fact I think you’re mediocre. You’ve been around for so long, is it really possible for you to get any better? It’s downhill for you Misty. Nothing about you can go better. In fact, I think that you’re starting to lose your mind just a tad. I mean, I love watching Twitter. Why in the hell must you always interject yourself into Drake Green’s personal business? I mean whether it’s with Trishelle Jordan, or Liz Smalls, you’ve constantly stuck your nose in his business. Can you seriously be that insecure with yourself that you have to interject in a friendship of a dumb bitch and an ex? I mean, I don’t like Liz Smalls either, but I wouldn’t give two shits if she was talking to one of my exes. They are an ex for a reason Misty. The sooner you remember that, the sooner you’ll finally realize that you and Liz will have nothing to do with each other. She isn’t even under contract with this federation anymore. So, maybe you should keep your mind on what you have in the ring, instead of that dumb bitch. I would think that simple formula would be a no brainer, apparently it isn’t. So, I’m going to take full advantage of your distracted mind on Sunday. I’m going to make sure that you’re thoroughly embarrassed come Climax Control. As if teaming with a bitch who thinks she’s a superhero, or a dumbass wasn’t embarrassing enough. Who knows, maybe this loss will be so embarrassing, you’ll finally wise up. In fact, I hope that it means that all the people that back you wise up. Why in the hell would they support a Ford Model T, when they can support a nice Stingray?

With that, Desiree moves her hands up her hips seductively. As she sways her hips, the camera zooms in. It catches every intricate movement that she does. Once she stops, the camera zooms out as Desiree rests her hands on her hips.

Desiree Drake ||
The choice is quite simple. Misty, your time is running out. You need to step aside and let the new blood of SCW shine. The world would be an entirely better place if people like you would learn that. I truly mean that, and you’ll find out about that at Climax Control. Good luck Bella, you’re going to need it.

Desiree walks up close to the picture. She stands on the side opposite of Devyn. Both women look at each other, and nod. Suddenly, the picture of the first Bombshell’s champion Misty hits the floor. The glass shatters all over the place, as they both look at each other once more. As Desiree lifts her right hand, Devyn lifts her left. The two high five each other as and soon start to walk away. As they begin maneuvering their way over the pictures and glass, the camera slowly pans across the hallway. On the parallel wall, there are three big pictures of Desiree Drake. The camera pans into the one on the center as the scene suddenly fades out.



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Climax Control Archives / Memories of a Blonde Bombshell #1
« on: November 21, 2014, 08:36:45 PM »
 Memories of a Blonde Bombshell

Memories… the basis of everything that we know. Without them, who could say that we’d be the same person that we are today. I know that I’d be a totally different person if it weren’t for my past. I am one of those people that believes that the past often dictates your future. So, why not work hard all the time so that in the future your troubles become rewarded?

|| THE FABULOUS LIFE OF A CERTIFIED  BO$$

Since when did this become hard? You know after doing the same repetitive thing for so long, it should be second nature at this point.

Desiree Drake was standing in front of a plain, white background. She was dressed… or undressed in a simple black lingerie. The top of which accented her ample bosom perfectly. Her bottoms did the same to her curvaceous lower half. With her hair blown out mermaid style, she stood with a sultry pout on her face. Every few seconds, the sound of a camera going off can be heard. With every fifth click of the camera, Desiree slowly moves her position. Once shifting her weight to her right hip, then to her left.  After a few moments, she raises her right hand into her hair and plays around in it for a few playful shots. After the click of the camera a few more times, Desiree throws her hands down to her sides. After a moment, she looks up with a smile. Finally acknowledging the camera, she smiles.

Desiree.X.Drake
Well, thanks for dropping in on my little photo shoot. For those of you who live under a rock, my name is Desiree Drake. I’m the newest bombshell in Sin City Wrestling. You know, I’m not exactly new to the wrestling scene, but a lot of you may not know me. I don’t want to bother you all with the details, but I’m going to be the best thing that’s going to happen to this company in a long time. You see, I was trained by someone that you all know very well.

Desiree slowly moves her hands up towards her hips. The smile on her face slowly fades into a smirk as she begins to speak once more.

Desiree.X.Drake
Cody Taylor took me under his wing. Without him, I don’t think I’d be where I am today. You know, he made such an impact here in SCW, I have a tough road to live up to. However, I definitely think that I will. You see the road to my successes starts at Climax Control.

Desiree slowly takes her hands off her hips and looks into the camera deeply. The look of concentration her face is deafening. Nothing seemed to break her concentration, after a few moments of staring down the camera, she begins to speak again.

Desiree.X.Drake
You see, I’ll be taking on Orchid… what kind of name is that? Sweetheart, I feel sorry for you. Not only does your name really suck, but you have to face me. See, I think you have a tough road this week. I’m not going to take it easy on you. You see, I have something to prove. I’m going to show the entire world how amazing I truly am. Unfortunately for you, you’re the first step on my road. So, get ready because I’m coming for you.

With a smile, Desiree raises her right hand up to her mouth. She blows a sultry kiss to the camera as the scene fades.


(OOC: Yeah, this totally sucks. I haven't had much time this week, so this is the best that I can do.)

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Supercard Archives / TIAMI vs ZURI vs TRISHELLE
« on: July 15, 2014, 11:46:56 PM »
 HISTORY: PART TWO || THE COLLISION

“After meeting Lesley, I think I really understand why the past means so much. If it wasn’t for the past, we wouldn’t know things that we should prevent in the future. The past will also be the reason that most of us feel completely stupid. Things that we’ve done in the past will always have some kind of effect on us.”

SCENE ONE || SECOND NATURE

Sometimes, you have to wonder why life throws you the curveballs that it does. One minute you can be totally content in the actions that you’re doing, the next something changes that. Ever since she landed back in Atlanta, she knew that she had to try all that she could to avoid her family. She knew that nothing would be good if she saw them. Every time that she did, someone would have to leave with a headache. The true definition of the word dysfunction is simply defined as the Jordan family. Trishelle knew that she was the stain on the Jordan family underwear, and her family made sure she knew it. She wasn’t like her brother or her sister. Her mother always knew that Trishelle would be a special case, but not the kind of special she hoped. Alexandra Jordan always gloated about how all three of her children were going to be something that mattered in the world. Her eldest child is now one of the head doctors in his field at a prominent hospital. Her youngest child had just become teacher of the year at the middle school she teaches at. She’s a mother of two children and somehow balances it all. However, her middle child… well she’s a special case.

Trishelle lies on the sofa in her hotel room. She knew that she had a long day ahead of her. She was about to embark on the greatest mission of her life… trying to have a peaceful conversation with her mother. Though it would be a tough challenge, it was one she was willing to accept. As she was on the sofa, she reached her right arm over and grabbed her cellphone that was sitting on the coffee table. She slowly unlocked it and went to her contacts. She looked them over until she got to one simply labeled, “mother”. She took a deep breath as she touched the number. As it appeared on her screen, she hesitates to call. Taking a deep breath, she slowly touches the button to begin the call. As the phone screen changes to that of the call, there is a knock on the door. Trishelle quickly hangs up the phone call and places the phone back down on the coffee table. As she slowly rises to her feet, there is another knock at the door. She quickly walks across the room and heads for the door. Once she reaches it, she looks through the peephole. As she looks through the peephole she takes a deep breath. Slowly, she backs away from the door and opens it. But before Trishelle could poke her head out from behind the door, the person walks in; her purse swinging from her right arm, her slightly greying blonde hair falling all the way down to her shoulder, a very formfitting red and white sundress hugging her curvy body. Trishelle slowly walks from behind the door and closes it. After taking another deep breath, she speaks.

TRISHELLE JORDAN :“Mom… what… how did you know I was back in town?”

Alexandra slowly drops her purse down to the coffee table before turning to look at her daughter. She crosses her arms over her chest and responds to her daughter.

ALEXANDRA JORDAN : “Did you really think that I wouldn’t find out you were back? Honey, this may be Atlanta, but people still talk. You went back to the dive barbeque place you used to go to when you were younger. You didn’t eat, you just talked to waitress. After that, you came back to the hotel and gorged on food from the vending machine. I’d say that was a better choice for your figure, that fatty smoked meat really isn’t good for you darling. Not to mention, the cholesterol.”
Trishelle didn’t know what to say. She was truly perplexed by what her mother had just finished telling her. It’s understandable that she could have find out about her going to restaurant, but how in the hell did she know about the vending machine? Trishelle shook it off before speaking.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Mom, how in the hell did you know what I ate last night? Look, I was going to tell you that I was back in town. I just wanted to get myself settled in the hotel first. You know, get some time to relax before the storm. I knew that you would have something potent to say, I just wanted to prepare myself for it.”

Alexandra lowers herself down to the couch. As she looks up at her daughter, she crosses her right leg over her left. She then grabs her purse off of the coffee table and places it next to her. She then lets out a soft chuckle before speaking.

ALEXANDRA JORDAN : “Honey, why would you need to prepare yourself? You act as if I always have something to tell you. You know that’s not the case. I love you, I just want to look out for my amazing daughter. You know that I love you, and you know that I would never dream of criticizing you.”

Trishelle could hardly compose herself. She slowly walked over to her mother and sits across from her on the coffee table. She looks at her mother for a second, before she lets out a small laugh. After a few moments of soft laughter, she starts to laugh a little louder. After a moment of laughter, she looks back at her mother who clearly wasn’t impressed. Trishelle composes herself before speaking.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “You’re kidding me right? You’ve criticized me every minute of my life ever since I decided that I wasn’t going to go to Texas Tech. You are the queen of criticism. The last time you said anything positive about me was the day you found out I filed for divorce from Aaron.”

Alexandra uncrosses her arms from her chest. She places them down at her side before she looks at her daughter with a stern expression. She slowly reaches her right hand over and places it on Trishelle’s corresponding knee.

ALEXANDRA JORDAN : “Honey, I have never meant to criticize you… at least openly anyway. You’re my daughter. I can’t talk about you like you think I do. I love you with all my heart, but you just don’t give me something great to go off of.”

Trishelle looked at her mother in the eyes for a few moments. She quickly diverts her eyes away from her mother before she once again lets out a small chuckle.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “You’re not serious right? Mom, you take every chance that you humanly can to criticize me. I never deserve it, but you just do it. There is never any sympathy coming from you. You always have something bad to say about the things I’m doing in my life. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you didn’t’ like me. You’re always treating me like the black sheep of the family. You are never proud of me. You hate the fact that I’ve been a model. You hate the fact that I’m a wrestler. Hell, you hate the fact that I dyed my hair brown.”

Trishelle rises to her feet and looks down at her mother. She slowly places her hands onto her hips and takes a deep breath. Alexandra looks up at her daughter and rolls her eyes. She then flicks her hair off her right shoulder before she begins to speak.

ALEXANDRA JORDAN : “Okay, I’m sorry that I’m not exactly known as the most supportive mother, but you know that I love you darling. The things I say are only said because I care about you.”

… What kind of caring is that? Trishelle shakes her head for a moment before she walks towards the mini-kitchen in the hotel room. She grabs a Styrofoam cup and then the coffee pot. After pouring about half a cup, she puts the pot back down. She then raises the cup up to her mouth and takes a swig. After placing the cup back down on the counter, she speaks to her mother from across the room.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “You know you really have a backhanded way of showing that you care. I didn’t realize that showing that you cared literally involved telling everyone about how big of a failure I am. I didn’t know that posing for an explicit magazine would make me blacklisted from our family functions. How was I supposed to know that you’d write me off because I got married? Mom, you have a real backhanded way of showing someone that you care. Mom, all you ever did was told me about how much of a failure that I was. I know I may not be a rising doctor or a teacher of the year, but I’m still something successful.”

The proverbial knife was put in Alexandra’s heart. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the counter. Both mother and daughter just stood there in total silence. A bit of tension could definitely be felt, Trishelle grabbed her coffee and took a few sips. After a deep breath, she placed the cup back down on the counter. Alexandra just looked at her daughter. There was no emotion in her look, it was just a look of… solemnness.

ALEXANDRA JORDAN : “If you want me to be honest, I’m extremely proud of you. You’ve made something of yourself, I’m just not proud of how you did it. You are something that makes you successful in your own right, but I just wish that you didn’t have to take your clothes off and degrade yourself to get it.”

Trishelle looks at her mother straight in the eyes. She never did it often, but when she did she was about to give her mother exactly what was on her mind.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “You know what, I’m tired of hearing this! You know that what I do isn’t something that you’re proud of, but I don’t need to hear it twenty-four seven. I know that you don’t like the fact that I undressed for a magazine. I know that you don’t like the fact that I am a wrestler, but you’re going to have to accept it…”

Trishelle walks over to the door. Once she makes it there, she takes a deep breath. After a moment, she opens the door and looks back at her mother.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Either you accept it, or you get the hell out. I don’t need your constant negativity in my life anymore. I’ve had it four twenty-five years, I don’t want it for a minute more. So either, you leave me and my decisions alone, or you’re going to leave my life forever when you walk out of this door.”

Alexandra looks visibly shocked by what Trishelle had said. She didn’t expect for her daughter to ever say something like that to her. Alexandra slowly backs away from the counter and goes to the couch. She grabs her purse and walks to the door and looks at her daughter. As the two look at each other, it looks as if they are both holding back tears. Alexandra looks down at the floor and composes herself before looking back up.

ALEXANDRA JORDAN : “If that’s the way you want it, that’s fine… have a nice life darling.”

Alexandra exits the hotel room. Trishelle slowly closes the door; she takes a deep breath as she puts her eye up to the peephole. She looks outside into the hallway where Alexandra was standing. Her mother had left and she could breathe a sigh of relief as she backed away from the door. The confrontation that she dreaded the most, ended better than she ever could have expected.

“What can I say; I’m happy that my mother is out of my life. I guess to the untrained eye that would sound bad. I know that even to people who know the full story, they’d think that sounds bad. Truth is, it is bad. I just can’t help but to think that her being out of my life is the true start to my life. I won’t have to deal with the constant nagging. I wouldn’t have to deal with the constant treatment as my family’s pariah. All I have to deal with is myself. Me, myself, and I… that’s all I really need.”

SCENE TWO || A PUNCHING BAG
ON CAMERA


The proverbial eye of the tiger is more than just a song. It’s a real thing that people get whenever they are in a certain zone. Trishelle Jordan had that eye, as she stood in the center of the gym. She was hitting a punching bag. The bag wasn’t your traditional Everlast punching bag. It wasn’t black or red. It was a special pink bag. Normally, you wouldn’t find a pink punching bag in a gym, but maybe this gym was more accommodating. As she stood in the center of the gym, she was going at the bag. With each left and right, they seemed to be getting harder. It seemed like Trishelle was getting out some pent up aggression. After a few more moments of hard shots to the punching bag, she stopped and diverted her attention over to the camera. Her hair is a ponytail, and she has a bit of sweat drenching her face. She slowly takes her right hand and removes the glove on her left and drops it to the floor. She does the same with the other hand all while looking at the camera. She looks down at the ground for a second and lets out a soft chuckle before she speaks.

“You know, I’ve been called a lot in this business. I’ve been called derogatory terms like bitch and slut. I’ve been called things that I don’t even want to repeat, things that aren’t even becoming of calling a human. At the end of the day, I don’t normally let words get to me, but something was said that I just have to address.”

Trishelle slowly places her right hand on the punching bag. Taking her time, she places her left hand on her hip before she begins to speak once again.

“You know, I was called a punching bag recently? I… Trishelle Jordan, a punching bag? I know that I’m the new girl in town, but I’m not a punching bag. You know I was really surprised about who called me that. Tiami, you of all people should know that I am not a punching bag. I am the furthest thing from a punching bag. Don’t you remember the summer of 2012? A company decided that the idea of starting a women’s division would be a great thing. So, I was hired along with you. We were the first ever diva’s division match in the company. Do you remember who came out victorious? I do, in fact I said it the last time I spoke about our upcoming match. Well, you see I needed a refresher course. We were in Rosemont, Illinois, the Allstate Arena in fact. We were the first match on that card. I remember this so well because I pinned you. I pinned you in the center of the ring with a German Suplex. You act as if you don’t remember me. You say I’m going to be a punching bag, but on two separate occasions we gave each other a run for the other’s money. Even in that second match with Kandi Washington, we showed that we are both on equal ground. I don’t know why you’d forget me, I haven’t forgotten you. I even said that you were one of my favorite opponents. At Into the Void, you’re going to get your chance to stop my three win streak over you. Hopefully, you give me as good of a showing as you did in the past.”

Trishelle slowly walks away from the punching bag. A smile comes over her face as she places her hands onto her hips.

“Zuri… you want to call me a ‘talentless bimbo’. Well I hate to break it to you; I’ve been in this business for a long time. Just because I’m new in town, doesn’t make me a complete novice. I’ve been in this business for the last four years. There is nothing that I wanted to more than to get into that ring after I graduated college. I’ve been doing this since then, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve held two titles in different federations. Whether the company called us divas or vixens, I’ve found myself at the top of those divisions. So, you think that I’d just be there to pull hair? Well honey, you’re totally wrong. I’ve been at this long enough to know that’s not how I role.”

Trishelle places herself down on the floor. Crossing her legs, she looks up at the camera with a smile. She placed her hands over her crossed legs before she began to speak once again.

“So, don’t expect for me to be grabbing your hair and scratching you. That’s not my type of wrestling. You and Tiami should both be expecting some balls to the wall wrestling. None of us have real balls, but it’ll be figurative balls to the walls wrestling. You’re both going to see that I’m not a push over. I’m not one of those punching bags that hangs from the wall and lets you hit it. I’m going to hit you back, and it’ll probably be harder than you hit me. At Into the Void, Trishelle Jordan makes her presence felt. I’m going to show you all that I’m not just that novice that you all think I am. So, when I get my hands raised at the supercard, don’t have any hard feelings towards me. We’ll all get along I’m more than sure, just know I’m going to win. That’s not arrogance, that’s a… lucky feeling.”

Trishelle slowly uncrosses her legs. She stands to her feet and looks straight into the camera.

“This is my new beginning, you two good luck.”

Trishelle smiles at the camera as it slowly cuts away.



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Supercard Archives / TIAMI vs ZURI vs TRISHELLE
« on: July 11, 2014, 07:46:12 AM »
 HISTORY PART I: THE DISTANT PAST

Sometimes, you just have to wait for the dust to settle before you jump into anything. If you jump in too early, you may end up involved in a situation that you may not be able to get yourself out of. That’s what I’ve done nearly my entire life. From getting involved with the wrong crowds in junior high school, to getting married before I even knew the guy’s parents… I know something about the regrets that come along with making stupid decisions. If you’re lucky enough to have those regrets, that just means that you’ll be able to live passed them and hopefully never repeat.

SCENE ONE || Return to Southern Hospitality
OFF CAMERA


It had been a few years since Trishelle had to relive one of the most painful times of her life. She didn’t want to ever have the memory of it creep into her head, but every once in awhile the memory of one of the most painful experiences of your life can just come out of nowhere. This was a very regular occurrence for her. She lived a life full of agonizing pain. She knew that with every decision she ever made, she would be ostracized for it. With every move of her rook on the chess board called life, there would always be another piece ready to take her down. Life was truly a battlefield, and Trishelle’s life was always on the losing side of the war. She walked into her favorite restaurant in her hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. “Tim’s BBQ” was a longstanding tradition in her life, even though her parents were never fans of her gorging on the South’s sinful delicacy. Something about it not being ladylike, but Trishelle never really cared. She was already so insecure with herself, why should she not have the dish that made her last few years of childhood at least somewhat bearable? After laying her eyeballs on the more than two decades old establishment, she realized that not a lot had changed. The walls were still the same color white and kids were still clearly places their barbecue filled hands on the walls. The chairs were all still the exact same. They all had those three legs that were longer than the fourth. The amount of rocking that could be heard on a Superbowl Sunday from those chairs was unbelievable! The only thing that had changed was kind of shocking. The only thing in the place that had changed was the face behind the counter. She had become accustomed to seeing the same smiling face behind the counter, the face of the owner’s wife Alice. She knew that Alice was always happy to see her. She always had the big smile on her face the second that Trishelle would walk in. She knew that there was always something so genuine about Alice. They would stay talking for hours about different things going on in life. They would always just stand there and totally ignore the world. If anyone truly understood Trishelle, it was Mrs. Alice Dawson.

TRISHELLE : “Umm… hi?”

She slowly walked up to the counter as she didn’t take her eyes off of the person who was behind it. She knew she didn’t have a reason to be cautious, but she couldn’t help to honestly be nervous. She knew that as time went on, Alice wouldn’t be able to keep up with the demands that the establishment entailed. She knew that being advanced in age meant that she wouldn’t be behind the counter forever with that smile. She just didn’t expect it to be so soon. It had only been six months since the last time she walked into the place. Alice was still there and they talked about life. They talked about everything from wrestling to dentures. Alice showed her some of the pictures from her time as a young ingénue in Hollywood. Trishelle showed her some of her favorite wrestling matches, because she couldn’t show her any pictures that you’d want a woman as old as Cleopatra to see. Suddenly, the woman behind the counter flashed a smile. The smile was very warm and inviting. It was nothing like poor old Alice’s smile, but it was still sincere as they can come.

“Well hi there! What can I get for ya today?”

The woman again flashed her smile at Trishelle, as Trishelle crossed her arms over her chest, she thought about what she was about to say. If it came out wrong, it could easily offend someone. No matter what way she would say what she had to say, it would elicit some kind of response. One way or another, she would know what happened to the most inviting person she had ever met in her life.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Umm… I’m actually looking for someone, I wanted to know if they were still around. I’m looking for a woman named Alice Dawson. Would she happen to be around today?”

The expression on the woman behind the counter changed. The smile that she wore that was almost as inviting as Alice, slowly faded away. A somber expression took over the woman’s face as she slowly grabbed a towel from her back pocket. She began to wipe down the counter of the rather empty establishment for a few second. She couldn’t help it, but she eventually looked back up at Trishelle with a small smile.

“Alice Dawson has been dead for about three weeks. I’m her daughter Leslie. If I could get you anything, let me know okay? I have to get back to checking on the rest of the customers, alright?”

She didn’t mean to strike a chord, but she did anyway. Trishelle couldn’t help but to feel sorry for Leslie. She didn’t know what it was like to experience the physical loss of a parent. She didn’t have to deal with the arranging of a funeral. She didn’t even know how she would say goodbye to a parent, she had never thought about it. Trishelle slowly moved her hands on the counter. She had rested herself on it comfortably. Before she could utter a word, Leslie’s eyes darted up at Trishelle. She didn’t look angry, but she quickly spoke with a tone that could bring a look of fear into the eyes of Jack the Ripper.

LESLEY : “Woman, take your damn hands off my counter. Did you not just see me take the time out to wipe that thing? I don’t let anyone that isn’t a patron of my damn establishment put their hands on my counters. I swear, it’s always the same with you yanks. You are always coming in here putting your hands where they don’t belong. You see those walls…”

Lesley’s right hand darted from behind the counter into Trishelle’s face, if she didn’t know better, it was something that would easily be taken as offensive. Luckily, Trishelle knew she was trying to prove a point. She appeased the woman behind the counter by slowly turning her head to the right and looking at the barbecue sauce stained walls.

LESLEY : “We have to repaint this place every six months because of Yanks like you. I swear to God, I’ve never seen more disgusting people in my life. I don’t know what y’all folks do up in New York City, but around these parts we have manners. We use napkins to wipe our hands, not walls.”

Trishelle let out a small chuckle. She found the similarities between Lesley and her mother almost astonishing. Though they weren’t dead ringers for each other, she could see the resemblance. They both shared the same eyes and nose. They even had the same mannerisms, especially when it came to putting their hands in your face.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “God, you sound just like your mother. I swear it’s astonishing. Every time I used to come in here, she would be saying the exact same thing to someone. ‘Don’t put your hands on my goddamn wall, we just painted that.’ I swear I used to get a real kick out of that.”

Lesley could only give Trishelle a look of confusion. That’s the miracle of stereotypes, you think you know and you definitely don’t. Trishelle smiled back at her as she moved her hands down to her hips. Lesley could only look over at Trishelle before she speaks.

LESLEY : “Oh, so you came in here before my mother died? How do you know her anyway? I didn’t really get the chance to ask. I should have probably done that instead of jumping down your throat like I did.”

The smile that was on Trishelle’s face stayed where it was. Trishelle slowly takes her right hand off of her hips. She pulls the stool nearest to her out and takes a seat. She looks intently at Lesley as the smile fades and she begins to speak.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Hey, don’t you dare worry about that. First impressions aren’t exactly my strong suit. I’m Trishelle, your mother helped me through a tough spot when I was younger. She would always be so inviting to me whenever I came in. It was such an interesting experience. I’m not used to having people that try to make sure that I’m comfortable. Your mother did that for me. I swear, she knew what southern hospitality was all about.”

Lesley looked at Trishelle with a smile. She knew that what she was saying about Alice was correct. Lesley walked from around the counter of the dormant establishment and pulled out the stool that was next to Trishelle.

LESLEY : “My mother always believed in that southern hospitality bullshit. I mean, I know that it’s really a thing, but this isn’t the age of courting people around. That’s something that’s long gone in the world. I really think it died with my mother.”

Lesley places her hands on the counter and breathes a loud sigh. Talking about her mother seemed to upset her, and Trishelle picked up on that. She moved her right hand and placed it on Lesley’s left. The action made Lesley look up at Trishelle with little tears falling from her eyes. Trishelle rubbed her hand and looked at her with a calming smile.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Look, I know that it’s hard talking about your mother. It’s hard talking about losing anyone that you loved with every fiber of your being. The amount of loss that humans have to deal with is quite interesting if you ever think about it. I mean, we lose so many people in our lifetime. We lose friends, family, and even the people we love more than life itself.”

Lesley listens to Trishelle, but she eventually raises a quizzical look at her. She takes a moment to truly soak in what was being said before she spoke to her again.

LESLEY : “Girl, you sound like you know what you’re talking about from experience. Honey… how much loss could you have possibly dealt with? You’re like what, twenty? I mean, you sound like someone who has a boatload of information when it comes to dealing with this.”

Trishelle slowly moved her left hand back to her side of the counter. She stayed quiet for a moment without even looking over at Lesley. What she had said had clearly struck a chord with her. She may have not experienced all the same kind of loss, but there was more than enough that she had felt.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Well I’m actually twenty-five. I can’t say that I’ve lost anyone like you. I still have both of my parents, in body anyway. You see, that’s why this place used to mean so much to me. It’s almost like I got all the love that I didn’t get at home, here. Miss Alice was almost like the mother I never had… well the mother I always wanted. She reminded me of one of those moms you would see on the television set, you know the ones that would always know exactly what you needed no matter how you were feeling. That’s exactly what your mother seemed like to me.”

Lesley smiled as she stood up from the stool. She took her time to walk back behind the counter and grab her rag. She began to wipe down the counter as she starts to speak.

LESLEY : “Yeah, my mother always did give off that vibe to people. She was a really sweet woman. I don’t think that it’s possible to find one that genuine anymore. You said you didn’t lose your parents physically, what does that mean?”

Trishelle took a long breath. She knew that she was about to have to explain herself and that’s what scared her. Parts of the past aren’t things you want people to know. Those are the skeletons that you try to hide for as long as you possibly can, or that’s what she used to do.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “Honestly, they weren’t happy with a decision that I made. I decided that I was a big girl and I could make my own decisions. When I graduated college, I moved out to Los Angeles. I did a few modeling campaigns to pay bills, and I really fell in love with the process. There is nothing like being in front of a camera. I totally find it empowering. Well, I decided it would be a good idea to try out modeling in a few risqué ways. After about a month, I got approached to appear in one of the bigger x-rated publications. I was nervous, but the photographer really helped me out with that. He was comforting and gentle. We hit it off and the rest was history. When my parents found out about my little photo spread, they weren’t exactly happy. I mean after years of neglect, they finally showed me some attention. It wasn’t the kind of attention I needed, but they did. They were so embarrassed that I resulted in doing that. They basically wrote me off for a year. I didn’t get a call on my birthday or even a Christmas card. I wasn’t even good enough to get an invitation to the family reunion. It hurt like hell, but Aaron was there for me. After six months, we got married. Through it all, I was training to wrestle and the rest is history.”

Lesley grabbed a mug from behind the counter and began to drink from it. She listened intently to what Trishelle was saying. After placing the mug down onto the counter, she looked at the young woman with the most sincere look she had ever seen.

LESLEY : “Honey, I’m so sorry. No parent should shut their child out for any decision that they made. Even if you don’t like it, they are your child. They can’t take that away from you. I wouldn’t care if my child was showing their bodies in a magazine, that doesn’t affect the person that they are. Your parents were stupid for even letting that affect what they thought about you. You seem like a smart girl, why are you letting that affect you and your marriage?”

Trishelle grasps her hands together and sighs. She looks over at Lesley before she begins to speak once again.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “My marriage ended a few years ago, he cheated on me with a coworker of mine, someone that I actually considered a close friend at one point. When my parents found out, they were elated. They couldn’t wait to rub it in my face that my marriage had failed. To them, I’m their biggest failure. I have brother that’s a doctor, and a sister who’s a teacher. I’m just the daughter that got naked for a few magazines and wrestles. I’m like the stain on our family’s carpet.”

Lesley reaches over and places her hands on top of Trishelle’s she swings her swiveling stool around and looks straight into Trishelle’s eyes.

LESLEY : “You know what, that’s just a family that doesn’t deserve to have you. So what if you’ve shown your breasts in a magazine? That doesn’t discount the fact that you’re a beautiful soul. Honey, other families would be lucky to have you. Don’t let your joke of one ruin your happiness. As for that ex of yours, honey, there are millions of fish in the sea. You’ll find mister right one day.”

After all of that, Lesley was right. She didn’t need the admiration of her family, at twenty-five years old, she knew that if they weren’t happy with her now, they never would be. This was finally her time to be happy in something. It was finally her time to show that after years of insecurity, it didn’t affect her. It was time for her to grow some skin and finally say what she had to say. What happened to her in the past, is staying in the past. What’s coming to her now will be her future and the start of a brand new history. Whether they liked it or not, it was time that she lived her life without the regrets she once had. With a smile, Trishelle stands up from the stool she quickly wrapped her arms around Lesley and embraced her in a big hug.

TRISHELLE JORDAN : “You don’t realize what you just did for me. I could kiss you right now, even though that would be weird as hell. Look, I have to go but I promise I won’t be a stranger!”

Trishelle quickly gets off of the stool and heads towards the door keeping the smile on her face. As she opens the door to exit the building, she looks around for a few seconds before leaving. As she stands near the door, she grabs her phone out of her pocket. She quickly opens up the note app on her phone and erases the text “Find the place where you felt the most at home.”

SCENE TWO || Make It {OR} Break It
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Los Angeles is known for being the land of superficiality. A place where the only thing that matters is how many Emmys you have, or if you were ever up for an Oscar. No one really cares if you can name all the presidents in order, or if you can name all the moons of Jupiter. It’s all about how you walk the walk and how you talk the talk. It’s one of the many sunny days in the coincidentally named “Sunshine state.” On a beach, it’s normal to see many people of different shapes and size. It’s one of those things that’s to be expected during the summer. What’s a better way to beat the heat than going to the beach? On the beach, Trishelle Jordan is lying on a beach towel. The beautiful brunette looks as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. She has her hands lying down at her side, her hair sprawled out all over the beach towel. As she lies on the towel, she picks her head up and looks straight up into the camera. She flashes a simple smile at the camera as she slowly raises herself up to a seated position. Once she gets herself comfortable, she begins to speak.

“Well… They say you’re most relaxed whenever you’re in a calm, peaceful place. The beach has always been one of those places where I would just want to go to get away. Every year, I’d make sure to make a trip down to Miami Beach just to lay around and do nothing. Well, for the last six months I’ve been doing just that, nothing. I left wrestling for a little while, it was the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do. After doing something for so long, it’s hard to fill the void that it leaves. I guess that’s kind of apropos, I mean I’m about to make my in ring return at an event called ‘Into the Void’ no less. The void that wrestling left in my heart is about to be filled, in a new company. Even though this is going to be a new venture, it’s nice to know that history is kind of repeating itself.”

Trishelle slowly raised herself up to her feet, never taking her focus off of the camera. A smile is on her face as she slowly wipes the little bit of sand that was one her off.

“You see, before I took my break from wrestling, I had two chance encounters with one of my opponents. Tiami Tyler, you and I have a little bit of history. Both of those times, I walked out with my hand held high. However, the past has nothing to do with the future. I said that you were one of my favorite opponents that I had ever had, and I meant it. You gave me a run for my money both times that we locked up, but I still walked away with the win. You’re a fiery redhead and there is no doubt about that. You show everyone what it truly means to be one of the best in women’s wrestling. You’ve had success outside of women’s wrestling too. You’re a world’s champion, which makes you one tough cookie. Like I said, the past is staying in the past. What’s important is what’s going to come in the future. At Into the Void, we’re going to put another match under our names. No matter which of us may come out victorious, it’ll be a well-deserved win.”

Trishelle slowly moves her hands up to her hips. She takes her eyes off of the camera for a moment and takes a few deep breaths. After a moment, she looks back up at the camera and begins to speak.

“I wish I could say that this match would be one on one, but it isn’t. There is another variable in this equation of ours. Zuri Justice, I don’t know too much about you. That’s one of the fun parts about wrestling in a new place. You get to experience all the talents that you wouldn’t have otherwise. That’s what drew me into Sin City Wrestling; a company with some of the most talented women’s wrestlers in the entire world. Zuri, I’m not exactly a fan of things that you do, but I know that’s your decision. I’m not sure where Justice comes from in your name, but I digress. I may be the new chick on the scene, but I promise you won’t forget me anytime soon.”

Trishelle slowly lowers her hands down to her sides once more. She stares intently at the camera as the tone in her voice changes to one that’s more serious.

“For years, I’ve been underestimated in this great business of ours. For years, I’ve been told that I was nothing. For years, I’ve been treated like some third string player, but that’s all about to change. Forget about the two titles that I’ve won. Forget about the years of pain and agony that I’ve been through. Forget about all the years of pain and agony that you have both been through. At Into the Void, we’re going to take each other to a limit. We’re going to show the entire world what we’re made of. At Into the Void, I’m going to show everyone that Trishelle Jordan is still in this business. I’m going to show everyone that this is the rebirth of Trishelle. This will be the start of another era in my career. Forget about the past, the future is where your destiny lies. The future starts at Into the Void. Tiami and Zuri, I wish you both the very best of luck. Don’t take any of this personally, but I know that I am going to win. That’s not confidence, that’s just a gut feeling. That gut feeling is going to take me a long way. Trust me on this… Trishelle Jordan is back, and better than ever!”

At the end of her statement, Trishelle places her hands back on her hips. With a confident smirk, she slowly walks towards the camera. Taking her right hand off of her hip, she raised it up to her mouth and blew a slow kiss to it. As she does this the camera feed slowly cuts.

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