Lincoln Daniels is sitting on a small wall just outside of the Malibu beach area. His eyes don't seem all that impressed with who he is facing.

Who in the fuck is JC? Why am I playing welcoming committee to some blowback from off the goddamn street? Have I really become that insignificant around here? You idiots don't have to answer these questions because I already know the answers.

I have done some research on this JC codsack and I wasn't impressed by what i found. This guy is like all these other veterans who get that itch to compete again only for it to go away in a month. These old fucks need to learn to stay home.

Lincoln rolls his eyes when a fan comes up to him. The fan asks him for an autograph but Lincoln shoves the fan away as his wife is standing behind him.

Do you believe this shit? That stupid bastard thought he could interrupt Mister Incredible. I don't fucking think so my dude. This time right here, MY time is a precious fucking commodity and I'll be damned if let anyone get in the way of that. So JC if you think you got the balls to step up to Mister Incredible then come on sunshine. Step the fuck up. Don't feel bad when i leave your punk ass bleeding in the middle of that ring. Because my PRESENCE is just as precious as my time and you sir are not WORTHY to be in my presence. So be prepared to have your head crushed beneath my boot.

Personal? You don’t know how personal I am taking this match.

The scene fades into a dimly lit alley where Char Kwan is sitting on top of a dumpster while holding her softball bat in her left hand. Her eyes are just fixated on the dry blood that has been there since the beating she gave Ari. The Alley itself is directly behind one of the few medical centers that accept Asian women in downtown New York City.

I want that cunt.

An angry Sakumi says in Japanese after what had transpired at SCU Underground. Kiara, Char’s best friend since she was seven, was still at the local medical center getting herself checked out. Mr. Chalmers made the decision to go with her since she didn’t speak much English.

Don’t you worry Sakumi-San, the stupid cunt bitch will get what is coming to her.

Char replies in Japanese. As the time passes, Char can see people roaming through the streets. Her eyes don’t seem to be showing any emotion despite the fact Kiara was put through a table.

How does it feel Krystal? How does it feel knowing that I have you right where I fucking want you? Do you really think putting Kiara is going to make me lose focus? Are you truly that pathetic?

Those questions linger in the air as her cell phone rings. She places it next to her ear.

What did they say?

They don’t see anything to serious. They do want to keep her overnight for observation. Where are you?

Char takes a minute to collect herself while jumping off the dumpster.

I’m in the alley next to the center. Why?

She asks while keeping her anger in check.

I didn’t know what you were doing. I don’t want you do to anything foolish. Go back to the hotel. I’m going to stay with Kiara for a little while longer.

Char rolls her eyes as Sakumi stands next to her. The last place Char wanted to be was the hotel. Without saying another word to Mr. Chalmers, she hung up the phone and looks at Sakumi.

Kiara is going to be fine. Do you know who won’t be fine on Sunday?Krystal Wolfe won’t be fine after I get done mopping the arena with her blue fucking hair. She has the nerve to ask me if I am prepared for the war that will take place.

Sakumi places her hand on Char’s shoulder as she turns her gaze away from her.

Bitch, I was born for war. You kept saying this match was personal because of what I did to your friend. I don’t think you have a fucking clue how personal this match truly is for me. You can sit up on that fucking pedestal you have propped yourself on and make it sound like I’m desperate to make a name for myself. The fact is you wanted a challenge. You begged for someone to step the fuck up. I don’t recall Johanna Kreiger stepping up to the fucking plate. Every last person you had faced, you called out. The moment I returned and made my intention very clear about wanting you. That’s when you started to take notice. I don’t understand why you are so upset. I did what I said I would do. I obliterated Azzurine in my first match back. Your pissed because I executed your own submission better than you. Now you want to make yourself out to be the god damn hero. When in reality, everything that I have done up to this point will pale in comparison to what I have planned for you.

Char slowly starts to walk down the alley as Sakumi is right by her side.

I bet you are hoping that I enter this match with anger in my eyes. That’s where you are wrong. You see I’m not ruled by my emotions. I am ruled by the pure notion that I can dismantle you without shedding a fucking tear. You, on the other hand, are driven by emotion. Don’t you see Krystal. I got you right where I want you. I knew doing what I did to Ari would make you lose your fucking mind. I know you want everyone to think this is about that championship you hold dear but it’s not. You see what I did was only the beginning. Ari was just a means to a fucking end. I have been inside your head that you haven’t been able to think straight. I don’t care what match we have Krystal. It’s all window dressing at this point. All that matters is when that bell sounds, hell will be unleashed and there will be nothing you can do to stop it. You can most certainly try but at the end of the damn day. New York City will be covered in your blood. That championship will find a new home. It should have been mine but I was cheated. That won’t happen again. I have already broken you emotionally and mentally. This Sunday, I finish what I started by breaking you physically.

Sakumi looks into her friend’s eyes. She sees the same emotionless state that Char had when she assaulted Ari. It’s the same look she had when choking the life out of Azzurine. Sakumi has been around Char long enough to know this Char is dangerous. As the duo continues to walk down this dark alley, Char’s phone beeps as she checks it. A text from Heather comes through as Char smiles.

Come Sakumi, Heather has something for us.

The duo eventually leaves the area as Char texts Chalmers. He texts back as the duo comes up to the new warehouse that Chalmers had purchased. Char walks through the office door as a woman probably in her early twenties is sitting in a wooden chair with nylon rope tied around her body. Heather, a South Korean-American, is standing in front of said woman just laying in right hand after right hand.

Just tell me who fucking sent you.

Heather is pleading in between punches. Char walks up behind Heather and pats her on the shoulder.

Has she said anything?

Heather shakes her head while taking a step back. Char kneels down in front of the chair. She places a hand on the young woman’s knee.

Don’t make things harder on yourself. Just tell us what we want to know.

Fuck you!

The young woman says loudly as Char smiles at Heather before backhanding the young woman across the face. A picture of Krystal Wolfe is shown on her t-shirt as Char pulls the young woman’s head back.

Are you a fan of Krystal Wolfe? Does she excite you every time she opens that punchable mouth of hers? I bet you can sing her theme song word for word. Do you think she is a good wrestler?

The young woman wences in pain while opening her eyes to show a pretty blue color.

Krystal Wolfe is better than you. She will make up pay for what you did to Ari.

Is that so?

Char stands up to her feet, takes her softball bat into her hand and swings it right down onto the young woman's knee.

You can blame Krystal for your inability to walk. This could have been avoided Krystal. All you had to do was accept my challenge. No, you wanted to wait. You wanted to be a fighting champion. You can call what I have done despicable. You can say I'm a coward. You can say I'm an evil bitch. The one thing you can't deny is how far I've pushed you. Trust me, I'm not done Krystal. I won't be done until you are squashed beneath my boot.

Char motions for her friends to untie the young woman from the chair. The young woman's face is covered in blood and snot as Char grabs her by the hair. She uses her foot to force her down onto her knees.

I hope you are proud of yourself Krystal. Your emotional state has caused more issues than a comic book store. I promise you Krystal. The anger you have towards me will do nothing but fuel the rage that's been building up inside. I don't care about anyone else. Andrea is a whiny bitch and Johanna didn't have the balls to answer your challenge. If you think your friends are going to be the difference in this match then you had better think again. Because no matter what happens, I will be the standing over your broken body. You might think you've got this match won because of what you did to Kiara. All you did was prove my point all long. That deep down inside you can't beat me. I will utilize every tactic that I have to ensure that I am victorious. The "Down Under Thunder" will be silenced after one SLICE OF ASIA.

Your days are numbered. Your reign is over. You just haven't accepted it yet. Don't worry, I will put you out of your misery. That's not a promise. That's a Guarantee.

Char walks the young woman towards the door and chunks her out  onto the cold asphalt. A sick grin forms on her face as the door closes and the scene goes black.

The past few months had been a very busy one for Char Kwan. After living in California for most of her life, she decided to move across the country to a city that is very dear to her heart. Reading, Pennsylvania is the home of Longshot Wrestling Council where Char Kwan has become somewhat of a mainstay when not competing for Sin City Wrestling. Outside of the ring, she and her adviser Mr. Chalmers has been working diligently to set up a business in the historic district of Reading. As the business is just taking off, a local reporter stops by after the grand opening.

”Mr. Chalmers, could we get a few words with Char Kwan?” the reporter asks as Mr. Chalmers places a hand over his heart while smiling.

”Absolutely,” Mr. Chalmers answers before his smile drops into a rather cheeky smirk. ”Not. My client will not speak to rats like you. All you do is twist words to fit your own personal agendas. Ms. Kwan wants to be a respectable business woman. Is that such a crime?” he adds as the reporter appears to be biting her lips.

As Mr. Chalmers is berating the nosy reporter outside the business, inside Char Kwan is standing behind the glass desk with Kiara and another woman right by her side. They are looking at a notebook which appears to be out of view of the security camera.

”Did you get the payments from these two yet?” Char asks Kiara in Japanese as the other woman listens closely.

”I haven’t yet but I can be very persuasive,” Kiara responds in the same language that Char spoke. Char is grinning from ear to ear while turning her attention to the brunette standing next to her.

”Find out what is keeping Joe so fucking long,” Char orders the woman who just nods her head before disappearing into the backroom. Char takes a deep breath while Mr. Chalmers walks back into the shop. He pulls out a small handkerchief and dabs it on the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

”It’s hotter than a devil’s nutsack outside,” Mr. Chalmers comments as Char just shakes her head. ”Are we on par for the first event?” he asks as Char looks at him.

”So far we are on schedule. We need a few more things before we can announce it. Are you sure this is going to work?” She responds with a question of her own.

Mr. Chalmers chuckles as he steps closer towards the desk. ”I assure you this will go very well. We can earn a shit ton of money,” he assures her as Char pulls out the letter opener that she took from his office. Mr. Chalmers lets a lump drop down his throat as she places her elbow on top of the glass.
”I’m sure you remember this don’t you,” she says as Mr. Chalmers nods while whimpering. Char motions for Kiara to walk around the desk. Kiara nods while moving her feet across the tile floor and stands right next to Mr. Chalmers. She shoves Mr. Chalmers’ head down onto the glass as Char places the letter opener across his cheek. ”This had better fucking work since you screwed me out of owning Gamer Inc. If you try to stiff me then I will hunt your fat ass down. Do you fucking understand me?” she asks him. He lets out a whimper as Char drags the letter opener across his bare cheek. A small gush of blood oozes out of the gash as Char places her thumb into it.

She says something to him in Japanese before letting him up. Mr. Chalmers places his hand against his cheek as a single tear drops from the corner of his eye. Char just rolls her eyes when Heather McMurphy comes walking out from the backroom. ”Hey boss, I was just looking at the Sin City Wrestling website. It appears you have been booked in a match for Climax Control,” Heather announces as Char just laughs.

”Did they now? Just who is the unlucky fucker who will be tasked to face me,” Char wonders while continuing to jot down some names in her little black book.

”Azzurine Vebbins!?” Heather replies as Char turns to look at her young assistant.

”Who in the holy fuck is that broad?” Char asks as Heather shrugs her shoulders. Char glances around the room as several people just shake their heads. ”Does anybody know who the fuck Azzurine Vebbins?” Char asks again, her temper is starting to rise as Kiara taps her on the shoulder.

Kiara tells her who Azzurine is in Japanese as Char’s eyes widen. ”Are you fucking serious right now? That’s who I am facing in my return match. Wow, here I thought I would get my hands on that bitch Krystal Wolfe but Azzurine can be a perfect patsy. I mean she probably will come up with some stupid ass holiday to celebrate and try to make that relevant against someone like. Does she have any idea who I am? I am someone who could break her in half and not give two fucks about it,” Char adds as everyone is just looking on.

Char motions for everyone to continue working as she walks into the backroom.

Azzurine Vebbins is going to rue the damn day that she decided to step into the ring with me. Unlike her, I have a fucking mission and that mission is to kick the living dog shit out of Krystal Wolfe. Before I can do that, I need to make an example out of someone. That someone is you. I don’t care about holidays. I don’t care about celebrating random bullshit. I do care about leaving broken bodies. I do care about hurting other bombshells to the point where they decide to retire. Azzurine, I don’t care why you are in this match. It won’t fucking matter because I’m going to kick your fucking ass all over Washington DC. Let’s see you celebrate anything when you are laid up in the hospital with tubes sticking out of your ass. The Japanese Siren is coming and she’s coming for blood.

A dark cloud
Southern California
Off Camera

It’s a pretty day in Southern California as Charlene Kwan is standing at the edge of a pier. Her hands are holding a pair of binoculars. Off in the distance, Heather Bishop is just making her way onto the beach with Charlie Ingraham. Heather is the best friend of Sandra Holt and Charlie used to be a friend of Charlene. They are just enjoying a nice day on the beach but Charlene knows better. Charlene feels that Heather is trying to butter Charlie up for something before breaking his heart. As Charlene looks through her binoculars, an orange haired man steps behind her.

“What are you doing?” the man asks as it causes Charlene to jump a little. “What the fuck Spencer?” she questions him while placing a hand over her chest. Spencer Gosling, one of Charlene’s friends, motions at the binoculars in her hand and the sketchy placement. “Jack called me the other day and told me you have been acting strange. I thought he was just trying to prank me,” Spencer tells her as Charlene just shrugs her shoulders.

“I have no clue on what you are talking about,” Charlene lies while sliding her binoculars around her neck. Spencer watches her then points at the binoculars. “You are clearly up to something,” he points out as Charlene looks at him. “Why do you even care?” she asks him. Spencer is taken aback by the question as he just looks at her. “I don’t know what is going on with you but you haven’t been the same since you left Gamer Inc,” he answers. The moment he mentions Gamer Inc, a very bitter look appears on her face. “How dare you?” she questions him. “What?” he asks with his hands held up at a 45 degree angle.

“You know damn well what happened between me and that cesspool,” she fires back as Spencer is still a little dumbfounded. Charlene’s nostrils are starting to flare as Spencer tilts his head back a bit. “I have no idea what you are talking about Char. The guys and I were caught off guard when you abruptly left without saying a word,” Spencer says as Charlene looks at him. She shakes her head while looking back towards the spot where Heather and Charlie were positioned.

“Fuck,” she says out loud as Spencer lifts his right eyebrow up. “What?” he asks. “Nothing,” she huffs while shaking her head. Her nostrils continue to flare as Spencer places his hand on her left shoulder. Charlene looks at this gesture then slams her elbow directly into his ribcage. Spencer immediately drops to a knee as Charlene seems proud of herself.

“Don’t fucking touch me again,” she warns him while walking away without drawing any attention to them. Spencer is coughing while trying to gather his breath. Charlie and Heather come sprinting down the pier as Spencer finally works his way onto the bench next to him. “Spenc, are you okay man?” Charlie asks him while placing his hand on his back. Heather kneels down beside him as Spencer continues to cough. “Charlene,” he utters out as Charlie looks around. He doesn’t see her. “I didn’t see her,” he tells him. Spencer takes a deep breath while standing up to his feet. Both Heather and Charlie look at him as fear creeps across his eyes. “Trouble is brewing,” he tells them as they walk off the pier with each of them holding up Spencer. Charlene is watching from a distance as her lips curl into a very mean scowl. “I will get my revenge,” she states to herself while ducking into the crowd of people.

Leaving the Airport
Las Vegas, Nevada
Off camera

It had been a few months since Charlene Kwan had made an appearance in Sam’s Town. When her plane landed a couple hours ago, Mr. Chalmers made sure to meet her outside of the airport. He had a private limousine waiting for her with him sitting inside of it. Charlene steps out of the airport dragging her luggage behind her as the driver greets her first.

“Good day Ms. Kwan,” the driver says with a slight tilt of his head.

“Where’s Mr. Chalmers?” she quickly asks while completely ignoring the elderly man.

“He is right here,” the driver answers while opening the rear passenger door. Char shakes her head before stepping into the car. Once she is inside, her eyes meet Mr. Chalmers who is holding a clipboard.

“Hello Ms. Kwan, how was your flight?” Mr. Chalmers asks her.

“It was boring as hell,” she answers.

Mr. Chalmers smirks at the comment as he picks up a tall glass and pours some sparkling cider. He hands it to her. She takes it into her hand and sips on the contents.

“Where is Kiara?” Charlene asks him as he smiles.

“She is waiting for you at the location for your promotional video,” he tells her. Char looks at him.

“Do I really need to talk about the uselessness of Bea Barnhart?” asks Charlene as Mr. Chalmers nods his head.

“Unfortunately, you will have to talk about her. You also will be talking about Candy as well,” Mr. Chalmers answers. Char rolls her eyes while leaning against the seat. Mr. Chalmers pulls out his cell phone as it silently rings.

“Who is it?” asks Charlene.

Mr. Chalmers looks at the caller id. “It’s Vidal,” he tells her. A slight smirk forms across her lips as Mr. Chalmers answers the phone. Vidal Sanchez was hired to investigate Gamer Inc after being hired by Mr. Chalmers. Charlene allows him to talk as she just watches the scenery move past them as the limousine moves down the road.

Sam’s Town
Las Vegas
On Camera

Several hours have passed as Charlene is standing in the park next to Sam’s Town. She is watching the ring crew setting up the ring for Climax Control. She notices a poster for Summer XXXtreme as her eyes narrow in on the possible chance for her to be included in her first match on this card. As she is looking at the poster, her good friend Kiara slips the Climax Control card into her hand as her eyes nearly roll back into her head.

”Is this some kind of joke? Have I really fallen that far down the ladder that I have to face the biggest mouth on the roster? How did I go from testing my skills against Alicia Lukas and becoming an eyelash away from becoming the Queen for a day to having to fight for my chance to get a title shot? What has Bea Barnhart even done to deserve a match like this? I mean how many opportunities did she get at the bombshell roulette championship. How many times did she squander them all because she wrote checks her ass couldn’t cash?

Summer XXXtreme is the biggest party of the summer. Do I plan on being there? You better fucking believe it. How will I do it? I am going to blow right through two women on my way to getting my second chance at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I am well aware that everyone is going to hone in on my abysmal win loss record. I swear that is the only thing people can talk about when it comes to me. Bea Barnhart has no real room to talk since she couldn’t win a championship without her husband. On her own, she is pathetic. Let’s be honest, Bea Barnhart is just a giant copycat with no true skill. I mean every time she is in a match it either becomes a snoozefest or it’s just a total annihilation.

In fact, I don’t remember the last time Bea Barnhart even won a match by herself. I almost forgot she was on the roster.”

Char takes a minute to catch her breath as Kiara is talking to her in Japanese. Char responds to her while laughing.

”I am surprised Candy was given this opportunity. Didn’t she just get a shot at Myra Rivers? Candy has been relevant for quite some time. I do know she was a very good Roulette Champion. In fact, I do believe she beat Bea Barnhart during one of her successful defenses. Ever since she dropped the belt, Candy has been floating like a cloud with no clear direction. I do feel that she will be the one who will give me a proper fight in this match. I’m not expecting much since she lives in a fantasy land filled with rainbows and unicorns. I will take extra pleasure in kicking your head off.

Let’s face it, you have three former champions in this match. I am a former SCW Mixed tag team champion with a seventy day title reign. You have Candy who is a former Roulette champion. Then you have Bea just lost the SCW Mixed tag team championships. I am looking forward to snapping Bea like a fucking twig. I am looking forward to giving Candy a strong dose of reality.

I can hear Bea now talking about how she is the most dominant female in this match. Which is a false statement. She gets dominated more than the Miami Dolphins. I mean think about it. Bea Barnhart is the epitome of someone who talks a big game but can’t back it up. I’m sure she is going to say that I’m not a tough competitor. Well, then I guess she should really talk to people like Courtney Pierce and Alicia Lukas. They will tell you differently. In fact, didn’t Courtney beat you? That’s got to be embarrassing. The fact you can’t beat someone that I did.

That’s the beauty of a triple threat match. I can literally pick and choose on who I want to break. I am bound and determined to get my hands on that dumb bitch Krystal Wolfe. This is my way of doing it. The fact that Johanna Kreiger cheated to retain her championship because she couldn’t handle what I was throwing at her. Is it solid evidence that there is someone who doesn’t want me to succeed? I will break through that glass ceiling. I will smash everyone in my way to getting what I want.

That Roulette Championship is what I want. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means leaving two dumb fucks in a pool of their own blood. The Japanese Siren will sing a song. The Asian Assassin will slice and dice you fools. Then the South Korean Dragon will soar high above the clouds. No one is safe.”

Hotel Room
Las Vegas, Nevada
Off Camera

It’s been a couple of days since Charlene Kwan had come to Las Vegas, Nevada for Into The Void. Her manager Mr. Chalmers had been very busy handling all of the media and press conferences. Char is lying on the bed as her phone rings.

“Hello”, she says after just swiping left on her phone.

“I see you love to run away,” a voice comes over the phone.

“Jackson?” Char questions while sitting up on the bed. A small band of sweat forms along her neck.

“Did you think I would forget about how you treated my wife?” he asks her.

Char just rolls her eyes while shaking her head. “She fucking deserved it,” Char responds with a smile on her face.

“You are playing a dangerous game Char,” Jackson warns her as Char pretends to be scared.

“I’m not scared of you. Hell, I’m not scared of anyone,” Char fires back as she hops up off the bed. The sound of heavy breathing comes over the phone.

“I thought we were friends,” Jackson says.

Char laughs into the phone. “We were friends Jack until you decided to retire. When I needed you most, you fucking left me high and dry,” she admits with a small tear in her eye.

“You knew I couldn’t continue wrestling. Felicia was starting to work and I wanted to be home more. Plus, I knew you could have been a star. It’s just you have to believe it,” he tells her as Char shakes her head.

“I know for a fact that I am a star. I’ve always been a star,” Char yells before ending the phone call. She throws her phone onto her bed and runs her fingers through her hair. “I’ll show him. I’ll show all of them,” she tells herself while flopping down onto the bed and closing her eyes.

Like Clockwork

In just a few days, I will be stepping inside the ring with three women who are so full of themselves that it’s not funny. All three of them continue to see me as the one who doesn’t belong. I find it funny that all three of you are overlooking me. All you guys can notice is the losses on my record. I mean Mercedes Vargas has a lot of room to talk. How many times has she lost this year? How many chances has she had to reclaim her glory only to fail? How many times is Alicia Lukas going to be handed opportunities? Why is Courtney Pierce in this match?

You see, I am in this match because Kiera Johnson didn’t want to compete and Bella Madison got blindsided by a ghost. The fact that I haven’t won a match makes me the most dangerous person in this match. Why? Because I have nothing to lose in this match. I mean, I’m already considered a loser because everyone is so fixated on wins and losses.

Not one person is fixated on actual talent. I know that I am more talented than Alicia Lukas. I mean what does she have besides a big ass and a cocky attitude. Have you actually watched any of her matches? I mean talk about snooze fest. Yes, I’m sure Alicia is going to say that I am jealous of her. I mean that’s all she fucking says every time her mouth is opened. What do I have to be jealous of? You got handed every fucking title shot since you waltzed your ass into the company. Every time you lose the belt, you quickly put yourself back into the picture. Talk about spotlight hog. Now, you want to call yourself a fucking queen. I swear to fucking god. The only way you could ever be a fucking queen is if you by luck won this match.

Speaking of this match, Mercedes Vargas won the very first one but since then she has failed to win it. I wonder why that is Mercedes. Is it because you are no longer the best damn bombshell on the roster? Is it because you oversell your “skills?” I mean look at what you have done recently. I mean what you haven’t done recently. You have only won one match on a supercard. Since then, you have failed to win a match. I mean you lost to Violet Holt then to Krystal Wolfe. I have to say, that’s pathetic. You have the nerve to say that I am just a warm body in this match.

Christian Underwood could have picked anyone on the roster to take Kiera’s place but who did he select ME. He could have picked Christina Rose. He could have picked Selena. He could have picked Azurine. He picked me. He picked The Japanese Siren. I didn’t ask to be in the match. I am not going to pass it by either. I know that I can win this match. My speed and agility is above all of you.

Courtney Pierce wants to avenge her loss to me. How cute! Listen sweetheart, you have no room to talk about being a failure. How many matches did you lose when you returned? What have you done that was significant enough to be in this match? I mean you squandered your lone title opportunity. It’s like I said, when it comes to high pressure situations, you fail. I don’t see that changing in this match.

This is my opportunity to show the world that I am just as good. All of you want to make yourselves champions. Who says I want to do that? I mean no one knows what is inside my head but I do know I have boots that will strike all three of your heads. You bitches have no idea what I am capable of in that ring and I promise you.

You soon will know that I am dead serious. You just don’t know it yet.

Lunch with the enemy
Los Angeles, California
Off Camera

It was close to one in the afternoon as Charlene Kwan is enjoying a quiet meal at a cafe close to Gamer Inc quarters. Her face is covered with a fancy mask as her eyes are looking at something on her phone. Her fingers are wrapped tightly around a plastic fork. She twirls it around a plate of noodles as she gets enough to stick inside her mouth. As she chews on the noodles, the bell above the door jingles. The sound causes Charlene to turn her attention towards the door opening. Three individuals step into the cafe as Charlene’s anger begins to grow slowly.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waiter asks Charlene as he stops next to her table with his hands clasped in front of him. “I would like for you to get me some more pepsi and try not to spill it this time,” she answers while keeping her gaze locked onto the trio that had entered the cafe. “Out of all the places in this town, you have to show up here,” she tells herself while narrowing her gaze towards the short blonde between the two men. The three individuals are paying her no mind as the waiter returns to her table with a glass of pepsi. “Can I get you anything else, Miss?” he asks in a polite manner. “Don’t you have anyone else to pester,” she fires back while ignoring him completely. The waiter bows his head before walking off towards another table six feet away from Charlene’s location.

One of the men, who had just walked in, turns his head while scanning the room and locks his eyes onto Charlene. “Char!” the man shouts as his voice is a bit muffled by the mask covering the lower half of his face. Char casually turns her head away as the man leaves the trio and moves toward her. “What the hell Jimmy?” she asks him without giving him direct eye contact. “Wow, Jack told me that you had started to show an attitude but I told him he was losing it,” he says while remaining in an upright position near the table. “Why are you here? Why are you with her?” she questions him while tossing her head back a bit with a look of rage on her face. “It’s lunch time Char. Sonya invited Frank and I to have lunch with her and we agreed. Why are you acting like this?” he responds with one hand up in front of him. Char rolls her eyes again as Jimmy notices it this time.

“I don’t know what is going on with you but I really hope you snap out of..,” he stops talking when the bell over the cafe door jingles. Jimmy glances over his shoulder as a large man comes walking towards him and Char. “Good day Ms. Kwan,” greets Mr. Chalmers as a genuine smile forms across Char’s face. “Who let the walrus out?” Jimmy asks while not taking his eyes off the man who has been a bane in Jack’ existence. “It’s nice to see you too Jimmy Andrews,” Mr. Chalmers replies in a very cheeky tone. Jimmy’s upper lip begins to quiver as he tries to keep his own anger in check. “Did I interrupt something?” he asks with a sinister chuckle under his breath.

Charlene is also chuckling as Sonya notices Jimmy then her eyes land onto Mr. Chalmers. “Wait for me outside Frank,” she tells him as he does so. Sonya quickly makes her way over towards the table. “Who the fuck invited you over?” Char questions as her eyes narrow. Sonya ignores Char as she looks toward Jimmy. “Babe, we should really be going,” Sonya says in a soft tone. “Babe!?” Char asks while looking toward Jimmy. “Are you banging this slut?” she implores while looking at someone she thought was her friend. “That is none of your damn business,” Sonya fires back while looking directly at Char. Mr. Chalmers can tell his client is beginning to get angry as he lifts his hand up into the air. “Can I please have the check for this table?” he politely asks them. “Are you running away?” Sonya asks while slipping her hand into Jimmy’s hand.

Mr. Chalmers doesn’t answer the question as he walks away from the table to pay the check for his client. “Cat got your tongue fat fuck,” Sonya lashes out at Mr. Chalmers as he doesn’t answer her directly. “That’s amazing that I can make someone like you speechless,” she continues while turning her attention back towards Char. “How about you?” Sonya grills Char. “Don’t answer that question Ms. Kwan,” another voice echoes out as a well dressed woman enters the cafe. A slick smirk appears on Char’s lips as Sonya and Jimmy look over their shoulders. “Thank you for calling me,” she eloquently says toward Mr. Chalmers as Char scoops up her bag and stands to her feet.

“We’ll see each other again,” Sonya warns Char as the woman steps a little closer to Sonya. “Ms. Holt, you should really think about your next choice of words,” this woman tells Sonya as Char stands behind her. Mr. Chalmers holds his hands together as he and Char leave the cafe with the woman directly behind them.

“Facing The Devil”
Blaze of Glory Promo #2
On Camera

It’s been about a week since Char had shared her initial thoughts on facing Jessie Salco. Char had high hopes that she wouldn’t have to speak again but Mr. Chalmers reminded her that she needs to drive home the fact that she is better than Jessie Salco. A sinister grin appears on her face as Char lifts her phone up and while holding her phone in a selfie style. She slowly presses the record button on her phone.

”Blaze of Glory will be the night where my luck in Sin City Wrestling is going to be changing. I know that’s going to be a tall order for me since no one in this company has any faith in me. I don’t know why. I show up when I’m asked to show up. I give my all every fucking time and yet what do I have to show for it. Loss after loss. Well, that is going to end come Sunday. How do I know? Because I am facing the worst wrestler on the entire roster. Well, I wouldn’t call her wrestler since she’d rather fight in no disqualification matches.

I have looked at her moveset and she has no actual wrestling move. You tell me how I am supposed to be scared of her. I don’t give two shits what nickname she gives herself. It hasn’t done her any good since she has lost more than won in her career. She was lucky to beat Evie Jordan. She couldn’t even beat Christina Rose. This a woman who tries to make herself better than everyone when in fact she is so pathetic.

Char pauses the recording in order to reposition herself in front of a bulletin board with Jessie’s picture pinned up onto it.

”I will admit that you have held a lot of championships but does anyone actually remember those reigns. Judging by the title histories, your reigns usually ended a week or two after you won the championship. The only title you had a long run with was the tag titles but we all know Amy Marshall carried your untalented ass for the most of it. Hell, she turned on you because of your weak wrestling skills. That seems to be the motive when it comes to you. Everyone is nice to you until they see you wrestle.

You can’t even make a sneak attack work. I mean, after Krystal Wolfe couldn’t get the job done, you attacked me from behind but you fucked up. You see, you allowed me to get back up. You showed your hand. That shows everyone how incredibly stupid you are in the ring. That’s why I’m looking forward to this execution of you. Why do I say that Jessie? Because that’s what this match has become. You started this by sticking your nose into my business. Not to mention, you made false claims about you helping me when we all know that you were trying to weaken Evie.

We all know you can’t beat her straight up. That’s why you needed to do what you did but you fucked that up too. I mean, you struck me first. You attacked me during the match. You knew what you were doing. You saw that I was kicking her head in and you didn’t like it. Now, your actions are coming back to haunt you. I’m sure you are going to mention that I’m not worth being in the same ring as you.

You would be half right as always. I am above you in every way possible.

Char places her hand on top of the picture and yanks on it as it rips down the middle.

”How do I know I’m better than you? Because I played you like a fucking fiddle. You wanted a street fight. You wanted to be lame as fuck. When I upped the ante, you jumped at it. Did you really think you had an advantage in this match? Do you think one lucky win in a match against a woman who wasn’t even at full health makes you a favorite? How gullible are you? Everyone knows you got lucky on that night. Everyone knows, you wouldn’t have lasted three minutes with Evie if she was at one hundred percent.

Now, you are probably telling anyone who will listen that you are going to beat me the same way. Well, I hate to burst your little bubble. I am coming into this match at one hundred percent. Which means, your percentage of winning has greatly decreased. Have you not taken into account that you are not only facing the Japanese Siren but you are also facing the devil. You see, I have a message to send to everyone in this company. My message is that I’m done being held back by people like you because I’m not an ass kissing, belly aching bitch. How many times have you begged for title shots Jessie? How many times have you tried to get yourself into the title picture when you don’t deserve it at all?

I will look to put you on notice. Your days of whining like a bitch is over. Your days of acting like a pompous shit stain is over. Everyone can say what they want about me but after I leave you a broken, bloody mess in the streets of Vegas. Everyone will think twice. I am not afraid of kicking your ass. I am not afraid to bleed.

Jessie Salco, it’s time someone plucked your fucking wings and I am the one who will do it. You shouldn’t have asked for a match with Jessie. Why? Because I’m going to enjoy hurting you and that is something to whistle about.

Char smirks while ending the recording and the phone screen goes black.

Dark Room
Mr. Chalmers’s Building
On Camera


It’s getting close to 9 in the morning as the scene opens into a dimly lit room. A 45” television sits on a dark mahogany shelf as the light from the screen happens to be the only light source shining inside the room. A leather covered chair is positioned in the center of the room as a silhouette of a man can be seen sitting in this chair with his hands in a diamond like shape in front of his face. His two index fingers tap against each other as his left leg is sitting comfortably over his right leg.

”Did I not make myself perfectly clear? My client is adamant on getting her hands on Jessie Salco and yet the management has done everything within their power to protect her. My client is not thrilled that she must make an example out of this completely innocent individual in Krystal Wolfe. Mr. Ward, I had very high hopes you would do the right thing. Mr. Underwood, you could have made it possible to give my client an incentive to partake in this match. Unfortunately, you have done nothing for my client. My client continues to sit on the sidelines while the bimbo who cost my client the biggest win of her career has been rewarded. I just hope you are prepared for the viciousness that will be unleashed.

The silhouette repositions himself in the chair as he places his left leg onto the floor. He is taking a few moments to collect his thoughts while looking directly towards a tiny red light.

Mr. Chalmers’ office
Mr. Chalmers’ Office Building
Off Camera

The sun was shining inside the office as Char Kwan was sitting behind the large desk. She appears to be working on some paperwork as Gretchen stands outside the doorway and knocks on the door. “Good morning Ms. Kwan,” she says in a delightful manner. Char rolls her eyes as she motions for Gretchen to come into the room. “What do you want?” she asks without lifting her eyes up toward her. “I was wondering if you would like some tea,” Gretchen answers, in a very happy tone. “Can you promise not to fuck it up?” she asks Gretchen while lifting her eyes up toward the young blonde.

Gretchen bows her head toward her as she leaves the office. Char just shakes her head as she continues to work on some paperwork. As Char continues to work, her phone shows multiple miss calls from her best friend Jack and her other friends. She didn’t show any care in the world as she continued to do what she was doing. A few minutes later, Gretchen makes her way back into the office holding a teacup on top of a saucer. After she places it down, she backs away as Char grips the handle with her index finger and brings the cup up to her lips. She takes a sip before looking directly at Gretchen. “What the fuck is this shit?” Char asks while spitting the contents back into the cup.

“That’s a ginger lemon tea with a hint of honey,” Gretchen answers before ducking the teacup flying at her head. “Did you not learn the last time? I only drink jasmine with honey,” she tells her. Gretchen keeps her head down a little as Char pushes the chair out and stands up to her feet. “I am sorry Ms. Kwan. I just thought,” she starts to apologize as Char puts her finger up in the air. “That was your first mistake. You thought,” Char replies while walking towards the window. Gretchen is slowly rising to her feet as Char notices a tan car pulling into the parking lot. “Gretchen, call security then tell the receptionist not to allow anyone inside the building,” she orders her. Gretchen turns on her heel and picks up the nearest phone outside of the office room.

The tan car finally finds a free parking space as the engine is cut off. The driver side door opens as Jackson Stewart steps out of the car. He looks a little upset as he marches his way toward the door. He pushes the door in as a couple men in security suits greets him first. “Sir, can we help you?” they ask him. “Yeah, I need to talk to Char Kwan,” he tells the men while planting both of his feet into the ground. “You will need to leave,” the security tells him. “I’m not leaving and if you touch me I’ll be sure to file assault charges,” he warns the guys as they hold their hands up into the air. Jackson slowly makes his way to the receptionist when Mr. Chalmers cuts him off.

“I should have known,” Jack scoffs as Mr. Chalmers leads Jack away from the onlookers. “Hello to you too Jack,” Mr. Chalmers greets him while holding his hand out towards Jackson. “I don’t shake hands with scum,” he says directly at Mr. Chalmers. A sly smirk appears on his face as Jackson watches him carefully. “Come now Jack, is that anyway to talk to an old friend?” he questions with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Friend? You stopped being a friend the moment you sent thugs to scare my wife,” he tells him. “I’m a businessman Jack. If you can’t pay me then I have to collect somehow,” Mr. Chalmers says with a sly smile. Jack narrows his eyes toward the large frame man in front of him.

“You are scum,” Jack says with gritted teeth. “I know but I am scum with money,” Mr. Chalmers replies with a warm smile on his face. “Now, I do believe you were asked to leave so I suggest you do it before I file a trespassing charge against you,” Mr. Chalmers says with a vicious grin on his lips. “I have to speak to Char,” he fires back. “I don’t care,” Mr. Chalmers responds while snapping his fingers toward the security. “Show this prick the door and make sure he actually leaves,” he orders the two men standing next to the door. Jack shakes his head while moving towards the door himself.

As he is being shown the door, Char Kwan can be seen watching from the office window. A sick smile forms across her lips as she watches her supposed best friend getting treated like a criminal. Char is still looking out the window as Mr. Chalmers enters the office. “Is it ready?” she asks him while keeping her gaze towards the horizon. “We are almost there Char. Soon, you will be an executive of Gamer Inc,” he tells her while sitting down behind his desk. Char rubs her chin. “I will love to see the look on that bitch’s face when she sees me again,” Char mentions as Mr. Chalmers nods his head. “Just don’t get yourself into a fist fight on your first day,” he tells her with a chuckle.

A Wolfe with no Howl Promo
Las Vegas, Nevada
On Camera

It had been years since Char Kwan had stepped a foot into the Trejo Dojo in the southern part of Vegas. Wilber Trejo was busy teaching a new batch of students as he turned to see his former student Char Kwan. Wilber knew she would be here to use the promotional room and he motioned for her to take full advantage of it. Char just nods her head toward her old mentor before turning towards the small room off to the right. Char opens the wooden door and smirks at the set up. She quickly sets up the camera before stepping in front of it. She picks up the small trinket that has the record button on the top of it.

”I guess my warnings of brutality weren't taken seriously. It’s funny how a woman who has to stick her nose into my business gets awarded a title opportunity. While I am playing rookie breaker with this stupid bitch in Krystal Wolfe. I feel as if no one has any respect for what I can do in this business. I could have easily broke Jessie Salco’s finger last week but I chose not to. I could have slammed her face into the damn wall but chose not to. Do you know why? Because I am waiting till I get in the middle of that ring. Until I get what I fucking want, I am going to snap every bimbo who steps into the ring with me,”

Char takes a minute to reposition herself while moving her hair behind her ears.

”Krystal Wolfe doesn’t belong in the same ring as me. She doesn’t have the skill nor does she have the ambition to last five minutes with me. I find it interesting that this little shit has yet to win a match and yet she is already becoming a favorite to those who run the place. Yet, I am not shown the same respect. I mean you couldn’t beat your fellow graduate in Tempest. You talked so much about Ruby Steele and found yourself looking up towards the stars. Then last week, you thought you could beat Amber Ryan. I don’t know if you are just firing off at the mouth or if you actually believe your own hype.

This Sunday, your terrible luck will continue as I look to dispatch you with ease. You see I can kick your ass without breaking a sweat. I mean just ask Evie Jordan how hard I hit. I had her on the damn ropes before Jessie came into the picture. I bet you couldn’t beat Courtney Pierce. You are not on my level of greatness. This match will not be as competitive as you would like because I’m going to hurt you. I am going to make an example out of you. This is my world. I am not afraid to break an arm or leg.

You see, I am not going to be seeing your face in this match. I am going to picture Jessie Salco. What I do to you will pale into comparison to what I do to that bitch? While you might see this as your first win, that’s not going to happen. This match is my way of making a statement. You are just there as my scapegoat. You are just the placeholder. You are just the woman who is left in a pool of her own blood. I will not be held responsible for what happens to you. The Japanese Siren’s song will sing a brand new song. The world might think I am a joke but when I’m done with you. The only one laughing will be me as I make you the ultimate punchline. A Wolfe with no howl isn’t going to be enough to stop me.

The only way to save yourself is to not show up but I don’t think you are that smart. So I will enjoy everything that I do to you. This Asian is going to slice and dice a bitch in half. See you on Sunday if you show the fuck up.

Last time we saw Charlene Kwan, she had just arrived in her homeland of Kyoto, Japan. She was greeted by an old friend who works with her father.

Kyoto, Japan
Off Camera


It’s a quarter past 5 in the morning, as Master Ryu is sitting cross legged on the floor of his two story basement. He is joined by his trusted companions as they wait for their meal. “Are you sure she is ready for this life, Master?” asks Kiko. Yamaguchi Kiko, the second lieutenant of the Crimson Dragons, has been with Master Ryu since he was nineteen years old. “With the right training, she will be a great asset to our cause as we strive to take control over Kyoto,” he says with a hint of optimism. The two men bow their heads as the cook walks into the room carrying a long wooden tray with three bowls of chai soup. The cook bows toward the three gentlemen before returning to the kitchen. Master Ryu bows in a show of respect as the two join him. “I don’t see how this creature can ever be a part of our organisation,” Aiko voices his concern as Master Ryu nods his head.

“I understand your concern my faithful companion but you must understand that soon she will gain control once my life on this earth is over,” responds Ryu with a soft voice while placing his hand on the shoulder of Aiko. As the three men are quietly enjoying their meal, a body begins to stir in the room just down the hall of where they were located. Two hands appear out from under the covers followed by the top of a head. One of the house maids walks into the room carrying a folded garment while placing it on the edge of her foot locker. “Good morning, lady Charlene,” declares the woman who spoke with a British accent. “What time is it?” mutters Charlene as she pokes the rest of her head out from underneath her sheets. “It’s almost 5:40,” responds the maid as she glides across the floor towards the window.

Without much hesitation, Charlene tosses the covers to the side as she swings her legs over and places her feet onto the floor. The maid stands next to her as she holds out a fluffy white robe. “Would Lady Charlene like to bathe before joining her father in the dining hall?” asks the maid. Charlene shakes her head. “No, I took one last night,” she answers politely. The maid bows before heading towards the door. “Very well, I shall leave you to get ready,” she says before stepping over the threshold and pulling the door shut behind her. Charlene waits for a few minutes before scrunching her nose up. “Ano meinu wa gamandekinai (I can’t stand that bitch),” Charlene mumbles under her breath, in Japanese, as she quickly slips her traditional kimono onto her body.

She stands in front of the mirror as a slight knock on her door echoes into the room. “Donata (who is it?)” Charlene asks while standing with her back towards the door.  “Sore wa anata no otōsandesu (It’s your father),” he answers as she moves across the floor. She turns the knob and opens it slightly. “Ohayō otōsan (Good morning father),” she says softly while bowing towards him. “Ohayōgozaimasu, watashi no saiai no musume, dō yatte nemashita ka? (Good morning, my darling daughter, how did you sleep?)” he replies with a question. “Totemo yoku nemuremashita (I slept very well),” she responds while closing up her kimono. “Anata wa watashi no musume ga utsukushiku miemasu (You look beautiful my daughter),” he compliments her while looking at her with a smile on his face.

A few hours had passed as Charlene had changed out of her kimono and put on a pair of athletic shorts with a tee shirt. Her hair was tied up into a sharp ponytail as her hands were holding her cell phone. “Good morning, Charlene,” Kiara says while standing on the wooden railing overlooking the trail. She balances herself on the bottom rail while looking down at Charlene. Charlene takes a quick second to glance up at her before returning her gaze towards her phone as she is trying to pick the perfect playlist for her upcoming run.  “Good morning,” Charlene says while not looking at her. “Why you no look at me,” Kiara asks in broken English while stepping over the railing and taking a quick seat on the top rail. “No offense Kiara but I don’t know you,” Charlene says with a lot of conviction in her words. Kiara tilts her head to the side before sliding down the hill and looking at Charlene face to face. “Watashi wa anata no tomodachidesu (I am your friend),” says Kiara as she looks to join Charlene on her run. Charlene looks at Kiara suspiciously before uttering the question “Anata wa hontōni tomodachidesu ka, soretomo yatowa reta bodīgādodesu ka (Are you truly a friend or just a hired bodyguard?)” Kiara takes a minute to think about her response. “Charlene, I was your friend long before you moved to the United States. We were glued to each other like no one ever saw before. After you left, I was asked to do unspeakable things for your father which I have done with no regrets. When I heard you were coming home, I asked your father if I could be your bodyguard and he agreed. So to answer your question, yes. I am truly your friend and also your bodyguard,” Kiara answers as Charlene just looks at her.

As the two young women are conversing, Master Ryu and his two lieutenants are standing on the second floor balcony just watching. “We have received word that our shipment will be coming into the port around eleven thirty this morning,” Aiko says as he keeps his eyes pointed toward Lady Charlene and Lady Kiara. “Excellent, the first step into us taking control of Kyoto is almost complete,” replies Ryu. “Is she ready?” asks Kiko. “She will be once Kiara has gained her trust. It will only be a matter of time before the Siren is unleashed,” Ryu assures his young associates before turning on his heels. Without any more words, the trio disappear back inside the mansion.

Undisclosed location
On Camera

It’s been several weeks since High Stakes aired on the SCW network. Since that day, Char Kwan has been pacing back and forth in a small room which appears to be dimly lit. Her advocate, Mr. Chalmers appears to be sitting down on a brown leather couch with a legal notepad right in front of him. In his right hand is a blue ballpoint ink pin with a cell phone in the other. He seems to be jotting something down as Char appears to be in a very foul mood.

“Is that how you want to play? The biggest fucking travesty occurred during my match with Johanna and nothing gets done about it. I bet if it happened to Samantha Marlowe or to anyone else something would have gotten done? No, because Char Kwan is still treated like some god damn rookie. I swear if I somehow try to gain any sort of momentum it gets taken away from me. I was dominating that stupid cunt and she knows it. She couldn’t handle anything I threw at her. So instead of fighting with honor like she claimed, she resorted to taking a fucking shortcut like a coward.”

Char takes a moment to catch her breath. She looks over at her advocate as he is just wrapping up his phone call.

“I just got off the phone with Mark Ward. He didn’t say you had a rematch but you will still be in the title picture as long as you can turn this losing streak around which I believe you can do now that you don’t have those losers around you,” he tells her with confidence.

Char looks at him before snarling her lips.

“For two fucking years as Mercedes Vargas likes to tell everyone, I have yet to win a fucking match. That is a streak I didn’t want nor did I ask for it. It just fucking happened because I relied on people to get the job done. My entire career here in Sin City Wrestling has been nothing short of an embarrassment and I can’t stand it. I know my talent and my skills are better than half of these idgets on the fucking roster. Think about it, it took Johanna Krieger cheating to beat me. I know that I can beat anyone on any given Sunday but I feel as if someone doesn’t like me. Is it because I’m Asian? Is it because I’m not attractive? Is it because I don’t kiss every fucking ass that walks past me? I don’t understand why every time I step between those ropes, I always end up on the losing end. Well that stops Sunday. Why? Because I’m going to make Courtney Pierce my own personal bitch,”

Char stops pacing for a little bit as she stands just off to the right.

“Don’t take this personal Courtney. I’m done with being the easy victory for everyone. I don’t come to this company just to lose all the damn time. Besides, you haven’t had the best of luck either since you returned to SCW. I did take the liberty of looking at all you have done for this company. I found nothing that makes you even a threat. Besides the fact you won the BFTP but let’s be honest you were probably carried by Fenris. Think about it, since that accomplishment what have you done since except cry about how you spent two years out of the sport. Boo fucking hoo! I don’t care how long you’ve been out because in all reality you are nothing but a waste of good oxygen.

If you think I’m underestimating you then think again. In order for that to occur, I would have to respect your abilities which I don’t. I used to be all about respecting my opponents and giving them the benefit of the doubt but after what happened at High Stakes that ship sailed.

So you can bring all the energy and everything you got because it’s the only way you are going to have a chance. I’m no longer the push over. Now, I’m the one who will be pushing back. I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t care if you think you need this match to make yourself feel anything. This match to me is my way of sending a message to everyone in the bombshell roulette division. That message is to stay the hell out of my way or you will get put in your place.

Courtney Pierce is just the beginning. My losing streak ends and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it.”

Char snarls while narrowing her eyes.

“Climax Control will be the night where Courtney Pierce’s bad luck continues. No more games will be played as I knock her the fuck out. The Japanese Siren has spoken. Sayōnara meinu! (Goodbye bitch!)”

The following roleplay is for mature audiences only.
August 2013

It’s getting close to midnight as the moonlight shines through a rundown hotel room. This room almost looks like a warzone as the walls are riddled with bullet holes and blood is splattered all over the place. Three bodies are lying on the room floor with pools of blood surrounding them. The fourth body is lying face down on the bed wearing nothing but basketball shorts. His right hand is clenching a 9mm handgun and his left a bottle of jack daniels. The sound of loud snoring fills the room as the moon continues to light up the room. The snoring continues as it muffles the sound of feet approaching the room. “Hello in the there,” says the hotel manager as he knocks loudly on the door. “I have been getting complaints from other guests about the excessive noises coming from this room,” he continues while knocking on the door.

The body lying on the bed begins to stir as the hotel manager continues to bang on the door. “Who in the hell is making all that racket?” asks the body as he lifts his face from out of the pillow. “This is Ike Travers, the hotel manager, can you open this door?” he responds. “Do you have any fucking idea what time it is Mr. Travers?” yells the body as his face glistens from the moonlight. “Sir, the guests have been complaining about loud noises coming from this room. I just want to make sure everything is okay,” replies Travers as he begins to rifle through his own pockets. “I can assure Mr. Travers, all I was doing was getting some sleep. I would appreciate it if you kept the motherfucking noise down,” the man screams as he lies back down on the bed. “I’m afraid I can’t do that sir. I must enter this hotel room,” says Travers as he pulls out his universal card key from his pocket. “This is your last chance to open the door,” warns Travers. The man sits back up, points his revolver towards the hotel room door and cocks the hammer back. “If you value your fucking life then I wouldn’t open that door,” he demands. Travers doesn’t heed his warning as he slides his cardkey through the card reader. The tiny little light blinks green as he tilts the handle down.

The door swings open just a little as  sees the barrel of the gun pointing right at him. “Are you going to shoot me?” begs Travers while putting his hands up. “I’m thinking about it. Who did you say you were again?” the man asks while trying to wake up. “My name is Ike Travers,” repeats the hotel manager. A slight snicker escapes from the man holding the gun “Travers? Travers? That name sounds vaguely familiar. Do you know who I am?” he asks. “I don’t quite remember your name, sir,” answers Travers. Another snicker comes out of the man’s voice as he follows it up with “Since you were kind enough to introduce yourself, I guess I could return the favor. My name is Holt. Dus…”

“I know who you are,” interrupts Travers as I gets up off the bed. “Oh, you do. Please enlighten me, how in the hell do you know me,” I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice. “You are Dustin James Holt, the stupid fucker who got drunk last night and shot three CIA Agents,” divulges Travers with a slight snicker of his own. “Those three weren’t agents besides how in the hell did you know they were shot?” I curiously ask him. “You are the only person in this room with a gun who is alive for starters. Plus this room is riddled with bullets and blood splatter,” assumes Travers as I put the bottle of Jack Daniels on the bed. I continue to point the gun at him while running my free hand over my hair. “I didn’t kill them,” I assure him. Travers cocks one eyebrow up as I tilt my head to the side. “What?” I finally blurt out as the silence was starting to annoy me. “If you didn’t kill them then who the fuck did?” he finally asks. “Why in the hell do you care so much about three sacks of shit. If you ask me, they deserved to get gunned down like this,” I blatantly say while uncocking the hammer and putting the gun back in my waistband.

“I only care because they got gunned down in my hotel,” answers Travers as I chuckle a little. “Oh give me a fucking break. Most people would kill for this kind of excitement. Well, I better get going,” I reply while putting my tank top back on my body. “Where the fuck you going?” he asks me while grabbing a hold of my wrist. “You are one stupid bastard huh. I never stay in one place very long. Sooner or later, Viola Vance will find out about her three pussy snatchers got popped,” I smugly answer as Travers tightens his grip. “Answer the fucking question, where are you going?” asks Travers again with dark smirk on his smug face. “You are some kind of stupid. I told you where I was going and yet you still have a tight grip on my wrist. So if you want to keep your hand on your body, I suggest you remove it now,” I tell him while reaching into my waistband with my free hand. “I figure we wait for Viola to get here so she can kill you,” he admits with a smuggish grin on his face. “Is that so well maybe you can give Viola a message for me when you see her?” I ask him with a very toothy grin on my face. “What’s the message?” he smuggishly asks me.

I softly chuckle while pulling out my 9mm out of my waistband, putting it right next to his temple and cocking the hammer. “Tell her not to send boys to do a woman’s job,” I say while squeezing the trigger. Travers slowly falls to the floor as brain matter covers the walls. I chuckle a little louder while looking at the four dead bodies lying in this one hotel room. “I really out did myself,” I say while cleaning my prints off the weapon. I work quickly to reposition some of the bodies so it doesn’t look so much like a clusterfuck. After I finish moving the bodies, I place the 9mm in the hand of Ike Travers. As I am doing that, I let out a quick snicker. I once again pat myself on the back before wiping all of my prints off of everything I touched. I pick up the same bottle of Jack Daniels that I was drinking out of and quietly exit the room. As I am walking down the hallway, several guests stick their heads out into the hall. I tuck both hands in my armpits while trying to be convincing with the next few words that comes out of my mouth. “Everything is alright folks. Just go back to your regular scheduled evening okay. Although someone might want to call 9-1-1 because I believe the hotel manager just murdered three people and committed suicide,” is what blurts out of my mouth as I turn the corner. The sound of doors being slammed shut was like music to my ears as I run my fingers through my sweaty hair. “I really should take a shower,” I mutter to myself while leaving the hotel through the fire exit.

September 10-13, 2015

Two years have gone by as my life has returned to normal. I knew the investigation would stall after all the evidence started to fall apart at the seams. Would I like to see the look on Viola’s face? On one hand I would love to see the look on that bitch’s face but on the other hand I don’t risk jeopardizing my freedom for some cunt. During these two years, I have moved back to my hometown of Gainesville, Florida and started to get back into shape. Not to mention, I wanted to get back inside a wrestling ring. When my plane finally touched down at the Gainesville Airport, I was greeted by my beautiful wife Candi. The sight of her nearly made me jump out of my muddy boots. “Hi babe,” she says as she flings her arms around my neck. “I missed you sexy,” I said as we share a passionate kiss. We finally pull apart as we head for the parking lot. My brother K-Dawg is standing by our Honda CR-V with a smile on his face. “Hey yo,” he says as we high five each other before doing a manly shoulder tap. “Right back atcha bro,” is how I respond to him. “Man, I got some big news for you and Candi,” he says. “Can it wait Ken? Dustin and I really want some quality alone time,” replies Candi while trying to give Ken her puppy dog eyes.

“No, this can’t wait Candi,” he retorts. “What is so important, man?” I finally ask him. “Have you ever heard of a wrestling promotion called Galveston Island Wrestling?” he answers with a question of his own. “Dude, who hasn’t heard of them? I’ve become quite a fan of their show Revolt. Why do you ask?” I answer. “Because they are in need of some good wrestlers and brother I sent them a package of your greatest matches,” he replies with a solid grin on his face. I put both of my hands on his shoulders and exclaim, “Are you serious!?” K-Dawg just nods his head as I release my grip on his shoulders. I glance over at my wife who doesn’t seem to be all that amused by this sudden announcement. “I just got you home and you want to leave me again,” she says while crossing both of her arms in front of her chest. “You really want to do this now,” I reply with a slight bit of anger in my voice. “It’s been two years since I seen you. I got no phone calls, emails or a motherfucking postcard. I was really hoping you would stop all of this nonsense about becoming the greatest wrestler that ever walked the earth,” she proclaims while shifting her weight just slightly. “Admit it babe, you are washed up. You haven’t been good since 2009. Why would anyone want to take an unnecessary risk on you anyway?” she continues with the harsh comments. “Are you finished yet?” I politely ask while trying to hide how annoyed she just made me. “Dustin, it’s simple really I forbid you to leave me,” she says while placing one hand on her hip.

“You knew damn well that I couldn’t share any information about what I was doing two years ago. Did I fucking miss you? If I was being honest with myself then I would probably say fuck no. It was nice not to hear some cunt bitch trying to control your every fucking move. Since I am being honest, I’m happy to say that I even got drunk because you weren’t around. Do you know what else happened those two fucking years we were apart?” I ask of her while shifting my own weight around. “What else happened?” she asks. “I discovered some very naughty pictures of you and some fuckwald sleeping in our bed,” I answer with toothy grin. “Um, I can explain that,” she utters while tilting her head down. “Does it look like I give two shits about you screwing some manwhore? I understand women have motherfucking needs but you need to understand one damn thing. I don’t stick around for lazy fucks who love to nag just so they can hear their own cocksucking voice,” I comment as her cheeks begin to flush red. “There is one thing that does bother me though and that is you telling me what I should do about my own goddamn wrestling career. I guess you forgot who pulled your ugly ass off the streets when you were homeless. Did you fucking forget all I did to keep clothes on your damn back? Did you forget that it was my damn money that paid for your boob and nose job?” I continued. “No but that still doesn’t change the facts that you suck these days,” she replies while lifting one eye off the ground towards me.

“I am tired of listening to your cum swallowing voice so it’s best that I drop your fucking ass right here,” I retort while removing my hand from her waist. “What are you saying?” she asks. “He’s saying hit the damn bricks bitch,” answers K-Dawg as he points toward the open road. “Why...I...uh” she scoffs while walking off. I watch her walk away as a sigh of relief comes across me. I then turn my attention to Ken. “Where is this Galveston Island Wrestling?” I ask. “In Galveston, Texas,” he answers. “Thank you,” I reply as he nods his head. K-Dawg doesn’t say another word as I give him one more high five before turning around and heading back towards the airport. He continues to watch me as I walk through the sliding glass doors and disappear inside the airport. The sound of keys jingling distracts K-Dawg as he opens up his hand to find my keys sticking between both fingers. A soft grin comes across his face as he sees a plane take off into the night sky.


September 15, 2015

After Revolt went off the air, the card for Unscripted was announced and I was shocked to see my name listed as one of the participants in the Unscripted battle royal. Once I find out about my participation, I hop onto the next train going to Austin, Texas. While sitting on the train, my mind starts to wander about the upcoming match.
“I wonder how many of my opponents are going to discuss how a battle royale actually works. A lot of people believe if you eliminate everyone in the match that you are destined to win. I hate to be the one who bursts your bubble but that kind of thinking will get you eliminated for sure. These kind of matches aren’t about brute strength. These matches aren’t about who has more talent than the other. Battle royales are won by those who are not just physically strong but mentally strong as well. Yes, having bulging muscles are good to have if you know how to use them correctly. I bet most of you are going to target me. That would be smart due to me still being new to the company. You wouldn’t want to see a newbie at the head of pack. I really don’t think that will sit well with the likes of Alexis Terry, Terry McKenna, Geneva Lost and Johnny Violence. These four individuals have just as much right to that number one contendership than anyone. However, I highly doubt they have the same experience as me in a match like this.”

I take a moment to catch my breath as the train pulls into the Amtrak station in Austin, Texas. I step off the train while carrying my only possession on this planet. I resume my thought while standing on the platform.

“I have been in numerous battle royales throughout my career and I have won at least 8 of those. So I know what I am talking about when I say that battle royales are like a human chess game. For those who aren’t familiar with chess then you can think of this match as a king of the hill game. You want to be the last man standing in the ring. You must use your brain but I know that could be too much to ask from some of my opponents. I know some will be hitting the ring hoping to be one who eliminates the most people but don’t your personal goal overshadow the true goal. The main reason we are in this match is to crown the next #1 Contender for the Undisputed Championship. I know Alexis Terry will do everything she can to get herself back into the limelight but she needs to realize that I am gunning for the same thing.

If you were to ask me what my goal is for this match. My answer is to be the man leaving Austin, Texas as the next #1 Contender. How am I going to do it? That’s the simple part, I am going to use this.”

I point to my own head while taking another breather.

“When I first signed my name on the dotted line, I wanted to work my way up the ladder but this match can change everything. ‘It only takes one match’ is the one phrase that I have heard throughout my life growing up. My father would drill that into my brain. Unlike most people in this company, I started my professional career at the age of 16. I was trained by my father. Each night before I left my father’s dojo, he would say ‘one match can change everything.’ I didn’t believe him at first but my second match as a professional wrestler saw me winning my first championship. Why am I telling you this? Because I want you to know how important this one match can be for someone’s career. I maybe a little out there because of my antics but make no mistake. I will be the one who out performs everyone else. I will be the unsung hero of this war. I just hope you all can go the distance.”

I say with a little chuckle in my voice. I finally step off the platform as a taxi pulls out front. I toss my bag across the seat while looking back at the train station.

“It’s just about feeding time and man am I one hungry puppy. Catch you assholes at Unscripted.”

The last thought from my mind is said as I finish getting into the cab and close the door. The taxi drives off as the scene fades.

It’s been a couple weeks since the match card for Violent Conduct 6 was announced. Everyone has been wondering why the members of the Trenton Tigers have yet to speak about the upcoming match up against the Barnharts. They have heard the comments made by the husband and wife duo. Every member can be seen shaking their heads while looking around at each other. Daniela shrugs her shoulders as Brandon and Vector are busy rewatching footage of Bill Barnhart’s matches.

”Is this chick for real? She wants to talk about how lucky I got during our last encounter. It wasn’t my fault that she dropped the ball. It wasn’t my fault that she wasn’t ready for the match. She is always so quick to make excuses for everything. Now she wants to call herself a seasoned wrestler. How many times has this chick tasted defeat since facing us? What has she actually done to even be placed in the same league as us?”

Daniela says while looking at her brother and classmate. She looks around while noticing Char hasn’t arrived yet for the briefing about the upcoming match.

”Have you guys seen Char?”

Vector shakes his head as Brandon follows with his own head shake. Daniela looks back at the match card.

”I haven’t seen her Danni. She probably got caught in traffic.”

Daniela looks over her shoulder at Brandon’s comment. Vector even looks a little confused at the comment as Brandon just shrugs his shoulder. As the three of them continue to scour over possible scenarios for Sunday, we jump to downtown Santa Monica, California where Char Kwan is standing outside of a fairly large building with a mask covering the lower part of her face. She takes a deep breath before pulling the door open and stepping across the threshold. She walks up to the receptionist desk.

Receptionist: Can I help you?

Char: Charlene Kwan.

The receptionist picks up the phone and dials a few numbers. She keeps her eyes locked onto Char while giving her a false smile.

Receptionist: She’s here.

Voice on phone: Send her up

Receptionist: Yes sir.

The receptionist responds as she hangs the phone up then presses a button next to her left knee.

Receptionist: Mr. Chalmers will see you now.

Char returns the false smile as she walks around the desk. Char stands inside the secret elevator while positioning her phone towards her face. She pulls down her mask while looking into the camera.

”Violent Conduct 6 will be the night where change will be the name of the game. Bea Barnhart, you like to talk a lot of crap but what do you have to offer. I have seen you wrestle. You are completely clueless while competing inside the ring. You are a left footed goof with no idea what you're doing inside the ring. You want to call me a coward. Really? The fact that I’ve already held the Mixed Tag Team titles must have fallen through your research.

Bea has clearly sniffed too much of Bill Barnhart’s ferrellgas to even make a plausible reason as to why she and her husband is going to be victorious. Bea couldn’t wrestle her way out of a wet paper bag. Bill couldn’t wrestle a post. It’s going to be interesting to see how you two pinheads can handle real talented individuals.”

Char cuts the video short as the elevator dings and stops. The doors open as she steps out. The elevator doors shut behind as we flip back to the trio standing in front of a board.

”Sis, I think we have a chance against these two ass clowns. Bill hasn’t won a damn thing since joining the company. He has lost more than he has won. Bea hasn’t done anything either. She has problems against those with clout. Hell, she couldn’t beat my sister the first go around. I am pretty confident that we will walk out of this match with the win.”