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Climax Control Archives / let's get it
« on: November 19, 2021, 09:45:17 PM »
(I'm having trouble logging onto Lincoln's account through my phone. So that's why I'm posting under this account.)

The scene opens inside a fairly large room with a platinum colored chair sitting in the middle of it. A man is sitting in the chair with a beautiful woman standing next to it. This man is wearing a buttoned down shirt with three buttons purposely undone with black slacks and a pair of Gucci style shoes on his feet. A recently lit cigar is positioned between his left index and middle finger as his other hand is holding a small glass of Wild Turkey Bourbon. He takes a few sips of his drink before leaning back in his chair.

Lincoln Daniels: How do you like my new set up? It feels might cozy. I bet a lot of you thought I had just up and left since my dismal performance in my home state. That wasn't my fault alright. The damn referee wasn't doing his job. I had that fucking match won but of course the referee just had to screw me over.

Lincoln takes a long drag on his cigar before letting out a large smoke ring.

Lincoln Daniels: Miles Kasey. It would appear that we always find ourselves in the same sticky situation. We both are in need for a win. One on one we are tied with one win a piece. That just doesn't sit well with me. So here's what I will do for you. I am going to beat you very quick like so the fans don't have to sit through five minutes of your boring display of what you consider to be wrestling. If I were a fab watching you then I would be going to the concession stand or playing a game on my phone. There is nothing about you that screams impressive. I mean the first time we fought, I whipped your ass so badly that everyone had forgotten about you. Hell, I nearly forgot you were on the roster. That's how boring you are and having to face you yet again is really troublesome.

Lincoln pauses to lean forward in his chair.

Lincoln Daniels: Miles, I don't care what you are hoping to accomplish because the way I see it. You aren't good enough to face me. You aren't hungry enough to do whatever it fucking takes to get the job done. As for me. I am that good enough to bash your skull in without skipping a beat. I am that hungry enough to do just about anything to win a fucking match. 2021 is rapidly coming to a close and I promise you. Mister Incredible will once again outshine everyone. As for you Miles, you can either go fucking hard or I will send your ass home in a body cast. It's your fucking call. Choose wisely.

Lincoln gives a soft smirk to the camera as his wife Zania leans closer towards him and plants a kiss on his cheek. Lincoln raises his glass as the scene begins to fade.

Climax Control Archives / Shock The Senses (Joint RP)
« on: October 15, 2021, 10:57:49 PM »
Couples Date in Philly

It’s close to seven at night as Lincoln Daniels and his wife Zania are enjoying a night out on the town with Violet Holt and her boyfriend Troy. After they were paired for the main event of Climax Control, they decided to have a double date to try and build some kind of chemistry before the match. Unfortunately, most of the places are closed due to the pandemic. The only place opened just happens to be an applebee’s. The two couples enter the place and find a table near the bar.

Violet: This is really nice.

Zania: Yes, it is and I’m glad we are getting to have some quality time together.

Lincoln and Troy just roll their eyes while walking towards the bar. Violet and Zania continues to have conversation while ordering a couple appetizers before deciding on the appropriate meal for each of them.

Zania: Are you glad you returned?

Violet partially nods her head as Zania sips on her drink. The two women are trying very hard to find a common bond but nothing seems to be working. All Violet can think about are ways of dismantling Tempest from the ground up.

Lincoln: What’s on your mind?

Lincoln asks as he returns from the bar with a glass of Coors Lite beer and Troy is caring a couple glasses of scotch. Violet looks at him with a slight grin on her face.

Violet: You know how we are facing Tempest and Austin James Mercer. I wonder how serious they are taking us as challengers. I don’t think they are since we are “records” are bad according to that mouthy bitch Mercedes. Last time I checked, I wasn’t beaten in my last match. Also this isn’t my first rodeo with Tempest. I think Mercedes forgot about that triple threat match which featured Samantha Marlowe. During that entire match, Tempest literally had no answer for me. She couldn’t block my strikes nor stop me from plowing right through her.

Lincoln nods his head while thinking back on his first encounter with Austin.

Lincoln: People seem to forget that it took Austin three powerbombs to put me away. I mean Austin ran his mouth saying it would be an easy victory but he found out it wasn’t as simple. Now look at us. The two of us facing off against the two biggest blowhards in this entire company. Austin loves talking about how many championships he has won but let’s not forget he also lost those championships too. I remember how much he detested becoming a tag team champion. You know Austin is quite possibly the biggest hypocrite on the roster. He talks so much I can’t figure out if the words are coming from his mouth or ass.

Violet chuckles.

Violet: How do you know it’s not both? I mean let’s face it. What do we really have to lose in this match? We have literally nothing to lose and everything to gain in this match. Before this tag team adventure, Tempest was hanging out at catering blocking everyone from the Coconut creme pie. I look forward to putting her right back there after we do what no one was able to do. Lincoln and I may not be the obvious choice but we will not let this opportunity pass us by.

Lincoln: You two ass wipes have had your time in the sun. It’s time for a new team to step up and take the reigns for a while. That team will be us. I don’t care what you think about us. We may not have the best record but we both have more heart than you guys could ever imagine. We will shock the senses and make you think twice about second guessing us.

Violet: Consider this a warning shot because the Incredible Fury will be your undoing. See you soon.

Climax Control Archives / A Homecoming to remember
« on: September 24, 2021, 11:56:10 PM »
It’s been a wild week thus far for Violet Amelia Holt. This past Tuesday, she had a match in Detroit, Michigan and this Sunday she will be gracing her hometown fans for the first time since she left Dog Pound Wrestling. It’s getting to close to bell time as Violet is sitting inside the small office that belongs to her father. The Amway Center was rocking as Thursday night Flash had taken over for the night.

”I can remember when I first appeared on Flash. It was like a dream had come true. I had just graduated from the academy and it was time to put up or shut up,” Violet quietly says to herself while her baby sister is off in the corner preparing for a match of her own. This was Shelby’s first shot at the DPW Women’s Television championship. Violet watched her sister warm up as their father walks back into his office.

”What’s up pop?” Violet asks as he walks over towards his desk.

”Not right now Vi, I have to find my pliers,” he answers a little frazzled after a wire that connects their sound system to the PA system had split into two separate segments. Shelby watches her father rummage through his desk when the middle child and current DPW World Women’s Champion steps into the room.

”What the hell is taking so long old man? Don’t you know that I have adoring fans who want to see my perfect face,” Grace Ellen Holt rudely speaks to her father. Violet’s eyes narrow in on her sister as Grace cocks one eyebrow up. ”Who the fuck are you looking at Violet?” Grace asks while placing one hand on her hip.

Violet rolls her eyes while scooting her chair out before standing up to her feet. ”I’m looking at a self-centered twat who only thinks of herself,” Violet answers while grabbing her leather jacket that was lying across the back of her chair.

”You’re just jealous that I am more successful than you will ever be in this business. Not to mention, I am the hotter sister,” Grace coos as Violet looks right her.

”Jealous? Just what in the fuck do I have to be jealous about huh? I’m wrestling in two major wrestling promotions while you are sitting down here pretending to be a tough bitch when you are nothing more than a fraud,” Violet fires back as Grace just holds up the championship belt that is in her hand. Violet laughs. ”You know damn well that the only reason you have that belt is because Sapphire Delgado or myself isn’t here,” she adds with a smirk on her face.

Anger slowly begins to build up inside Grace as Violet gives Shelby a fist bump before walking out of the office. Grace starts to cuss and scream as Violet continues to laugh while closing the door behind her. The moment she turns to walk down the aisle, she is met by her former best friend Tiffany. ”What the fuck do you want?” Violet asks while trying hard not to clinch her fists into tight balls.

”Are you really going to hold that shit against me? It was five fucking years ago,” Tiffany says as Violet shakes her head.

”You seriously going to say that too me after what you and Trevor Kingston did to me. Do you really think I’m just going to forgive a whore like you?” Violet replies as Tiffany shakes her head with a fake disappointed look on her face. Violet can see the total lack of respect on Tiffany’s face. Violet takes a deep breath before cold cocking Tiffany right across the face.

Tiffany stumbles backward as Violet just walks off while acting like nothing happened. A sick smile creeps across Violet’s lips while thinking of ways she could ruin Tiffany’s life. While she is doing so, a picture of Bella Madison pops into Violet’s head as she stops mid stride.

”What the fuck is this shit? Why am I thinking about the one person who has yet to beat me one on one in SCW? I am well aware that we have a match on Climax Control. I’m actually looking forward to stepping back into the ring but Bella Madison isn’t quite ready for the hell that I’m going to put her through,” Violet speaks while resuming her walk down the hallway.

Violet waves at some of the crew who is working hard but flicks off several wrestlers who are just standing by doing nothing.

”Before my self imposed vacation, my career in SCW had grown stagnant. I had lost focus on what was important to me. I went from wanting to be the fucking best to just expecting my place in the company. That didn’t sit well with me. Now that I have returned, my focus is now clear. While every bombshell wants to be the roulette champion. My sights will be firmly on becoming a world champion. The road won’t be an easy one but once I handle my light work in Bella. Then everything should fall into place,” Violet continues while turning the corner and stopping at catering. She sees the long ass line for the hamburgers and takes a seat at one of the empty tables.

”I am not stupid. I know we are going to be fighting in the happiest place in the world. Hell, I’m pretty sure this will be the first fight Mickey will enjoy after dealing with Donald and Goofy. I also know that Bella has been on a roll but that came to an end at Violent Conduct. How many times will she get a shot at the Roulette championship before she realizes she’s not good enough to win? I’ve held that belt once. Would I love to have it again? Fuck yeah! However, I know full well that beating Bella Madison will be a piece of fucking cake. I’ve done it before on two separate occasions. I will do it again. I’m not coming back as the happy go luck girl I was before I left. This time around I’m going to be doing things my way. That means I’m going to beat the living dog shit out of you then I’m going tie your ass into knots. You have no idea what kind of hell is coming your way. I promise you, Disney magic won’t be able to save your pathetic ass,” Violet adds while pulling out her cell phone.

Her eyes light up when she notices a text from someone. ”I need to take this but please let Bella know that I’ll see her ass on Sunday. Then I’m going to kick it all over Orlando. That’s what I call a homecoming,” Violet says while texting back. Without saying another word, she turns her torso so the cameras don’t show the name on her phone.

Climax Control Archives / I want Candy
« on: June 25, 2021, 11:57:52 PM »
A dark figure stands in the middle of a room as thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks surrounds the figure. A sinister laughter fills the room as the lights flicker on to show Violet Amelia Holt standing in the room. Her pink and blonde hair is split across both of her shoulders as her eyes can tell you the entire story.

I want CANDY! That's all that has been rolling through my mind these past few months. Ever since our last encounter, I have wanted to see who is the absolute best between us. I don't care about facing Bella Madison. What will it do for me? Ooh, I can pick the stipulation for my match with the one bitch I want to fight. Bella Madison can beat me all she wants and I wouldn't care. My focus is on Candy. My determination is getting my hands on Candy. There is no one else that matters.

The time for me to slam Candy's face into a meat grinder is coming. I can't wait.


Training Session
Dog Pound Academy, Orlando, Florida
Off Camera
Last Saturday

It was a special day as Violet Amelia Holt stepped inside the school she once trained in on a daily basis. Her father was in town since he wasn’t traveling and wanted to train her. She quickly jumped at the opportunity. For several hours, Violet went through the most grueling training she has ever had since graduating. Dustin had called for a break as Violet sat on the edge of the ring.

“What’s on your mind buttercup?” he asks her calmly while brushing a towel across his face. The sweat had just started pouring after a few minutes of working out. Violet looks at him with a solemn look on her face. He hadn’t called her that in years. “I’m nervous dad,” she admits while hanging her head down low.

“What are you nervous about?” he asks her with some concern in his voice. Violet takes a deep breath and looks over at her father who was trying to get the sweat out of his eyes. “I’m nervous about this title match coming up. I don’t know why I am nervous. I’ve won this belt before in my first try,” she answers. Dustin shakes his with a slight chuckle coming through his voice. “Honey, that’s just natural for a competitor who is so focused to feel nervous. If you weren’t nervous then I’d be concerned that you aren’t taking it seriously,” he tells her while opening the cooler up.

“You want anything,” he inquired while digging through the ice and pulling out one Vitamin water. “Sure,” she replies as he pulls out another Vitamin water and tosses it over to her. They take a moment to sip on their respective flavors while looking at the wall that holds all of her father’s championships. “I was nervous every time I won those,” he tells her as she looks at her father. “You?” she questions him with a questioning look on her face. “Yes, I get nervous but once I hear that bell ring. My nerves went away and I just saw the gold at the finish line. I didn’t care who was in the ring. I didn’t care about the match. All I cared about was getting what was on my mind,” he answers her as Violet sits there while listening to her father.

“I’ll tell you one thing though. If you are going into a title match thinking you’ve already got the match won, then the chances of you walking out as champion is very slim,” he adds in between swigs of his water. Violet cocks her head with a raise of her eyebrow. “Are you serious?” she asks him. “Yes, I am dead serious buttercup. I can remember a couple of times where I went into a title match thinking I had it won but lost it. It’s more common than you think. Don’t believe just ask your uncle Greg. He made it a science,” he tells her with a slight chuckle at the end.

Violet couldn’t help but laugh as she thinks about how much of a douche her Uncle Greg really is and looks at her father. “Do you think I have what it takes to win?” she asks him. Dustin looks at her. “Only you can make that decision darling. Listen to your heart, not your head. Listen to your body. If you believe it’s your time then go make it happen,” he encourages her as she nods her head.

“So are you ready for another round, old man?” she jokes while getting back into the ring. “Who are you calling an old man,” he joked back as the two resume their training session.

Meeting up with Shelby
Off Camera

The flight to Vegas had gone so smooth after Violet had gotten her vaccine for the stupid virus. Her baby sister had already flown to Las Vegas. She was getting the hotel arrangements done while Violet was going to join her soon. Violet’s plane lands as Shelby is waiting right by the gate.

“Violet,” shouts Shelby with her arms stretched out wide. Violet throws her arms around her baby sister as the two head for baggage claim. “How was the flight sis?” asks Shelby while hooking her arm around her sister’s arm. “It was alright except this stupid bastard kept kicking the back of my seat,” she complained as Shelby could relate. “Did you manage to get some sleep?” asks Shelby.

Violet just shakes her head as a small yawn escapes her mouth. “Are you up to getting something to eat?” Shelby questioned as her own stomach was gurgling beneath her many layers of clothing. “I’m not that hungry but I could use a bite,” Violet answers after hearing the gurgling sound of Shelby’s stomach. Shelby smiles as the two sisters continue towards baggage claim.

A conversation between the two carried as they walked side by side. Shelby’s recently cut blonde hair caught a lot of eyes as Violet’s pink and blonde hair was tossed into a sharp ponytail. Violet wasn’t very welcoming to a lot of the people staring at them as Shelby kept pulling her sister back. Shelby tries to hide a couple chuckles as she wonders what the news reporters would say if her sister attacked some of the peepers. After picking up Violet’s two bags, they head out of the airport to the rental car that Shelby had paid for with her new credit card.

“What the fuck did you do?” Violet asks her as she looks at the style of the car. “Dad is going to tan your damn hyde,” she warns her sister who just scoffs. “What dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” she says while trying to keep a straight face. Both Shelby and Violet knew their father kept a close eye on their finances ever since they got into the business. Violet was the cautious spender while Shelby spent before thinking.

The two sisters eventually get into the car after a brief argument over Shelby’s reckless spending. As Shelby is sitting behind the wheel and cruising down the road. Violet is lying her head against the window and slowly drifts off to sleep


Is there such a thing as having too much confidence? I do believe there is and it’s called cockiness. I have heard Krystal Wolfe shouting from her own lungs that she is destined to be the next bombshell roulette champion. She has it all planned out. She has it all written in some imaginary book in some fantasy world. She is so quick to point out my failures. She is so quick to point out that I lost the bombshell roulette championship in my first defense. Yes, that is true. However, I wasn’t pinned nor was I submitted.

I would like to know how many chances you got at the bombshell roulette championship since you barged onto the scene. Didn’t you get like two or three? What happened in all of those matches? I will wait naw screw it. You lost. You fucking lost Krystal. Yet, you have the nerve to call me a fucking choke artist. I mean at least I didn’t wait six months to finally win a fucking match. In my fifth match with this company, I faced Dani Weston and guess what. I beat her. First try! Can you say you’ve done that Krystal? Can you say with certainty that you have beaten someone in one try? No! You can’t because you got your ass handed to you in each and every match.

You even had a chance to win the bombshell roulette championship in a fatal four way with Royal Purple in the match but you couldn’t get the job done. Then you fought her again and still failed. Tell me, how many times are you going to fail before you realize you are not good? How many chances are you going to get just to squander them?

Do you know how many chances I had to regain the bombshell roulette championship? None. I didn’t get a fucking chance. I never got a rematch. The fact that the stars have aligned for me to gain this opportunity at the same supercard that I won my first championship. I would say that’s destiny calling and I must answer it.

Now I am not going to forget about the quiet warrior that is Royal Purple. I know that you could be the true dark horse. You could come into the match and outshine the both of us. You could do what I did in my qualifying match. Let me and Krystal duke it out and you swoop in for the win. This could happen but let’s be honest. That’s not how it’s going to go this time around. We all know it all determines what the wheel lands on.

I am prepared for whatever match is booked. I am ready to adapt to my surroundings. Are you two ready? Are you two prepared for the fight? I know Krystal talks a good game but has she even won a match on a supercard. The pressure she is putting on herself is massive and we all know she can’t handle pressure. Me. I thrive on the pressure. I excel on the pressure. I have been shocking the world for years.

This will be no different. I am determined to waltz into Vegas and take back what’s rightfully mine. If I have to leave my blood, my soul and my tears then I will do it. If I need to pull out all the fucking stops then I will do it. No one is going to stop me. No one is going to keep me from regaining my title.

You two are going to have a date with crazy. I promise you. It’s one date, you won’t like.

What a wonderful time we are living in these days? You can spend an entire year hoping those in charge will give you what you want. I have scratched and clawed my way back to this moment and I will not let it slip right through my fingers. Into The Void is my show and I will continue my winning streak.

Port Charlotte, Florida
Off Camera

The sun was shining very bright in South Florida as Violet was lounging down by the community pool. The lower third of her face was covered by a mask as her blonde hair was tied up in pigtails. Her little sister Shelby was lounging on the deck chair next to her. It had been a couple months since the split with her ex-boyfriend. There had been some friction between them after she was spending quite a bit of time at her father’s wrestling school.

“This is life,” Shelby breathes out while inhaling and exhaling.

“I am enjoying this wonderful weather we are having,” Violet replies as she keeps her head on the chair.

Since the two sisters were down at the community pool, they were surrounded by little kids and families. Violet didn’t seem to mind as her eyes were closed while allowing the sun to kiss her skin. Shelby had put some earphones into her ears while lying back and playing some tunes on her phone. A few minutes later, a soaked ball smacks Violet on the stomach and this causes her to sit up. The kids didn’t think anything of it as Violet picked the ball up. She chunks near the kids and it strikes one of the kids across the face.

The kid starts crying loudly as Violet goes back to enjoying her peaceful time. The kid continues to cry as the mother comes up to him. She asks him what had happened. He makes an accusatory gesture towards Violet while spewing lie after lie. Rage slowly begins to build inside the mother as she walks around the pool. She steps up to the chair with Violet on it.

“Excuse me,” the mother says in a very rude tone.

Violet doesn’t notice the woman at first which pisses the mother off even more.

“I said excuse me,” the mother says in a higher voice.

This does seem to get Violet’s attention as she tilts her head down to see a middle aged woman with wrinkles all over her body. Violet shrugs while placing a hand over eyes so she could block the sun out of her eyes.

“Who are you?” Violet asks.

“Did you throw a ball at my son?” the mother blatantly disregards Violet’s question and asks one of her own.

Violet tilts her head while swinging her legs over and placing her feet onto the slightly wet concrete floor.

“Who in the fuck are you?” Violet asks again.

“That’s not important. I want to know did you throw this ball at my son,” the mother keeps asking while bringing the ball from behind her back. Violet looks at the ball then back at the woman. She shrugs her shoulders.

“I have no fucking idea lady. I’ve been relaxing over here and minding my own business,” Violet tells her as her own temper is starting to rise.

“You should watch your language, there are kids in this place,” the woman scolds Violet. Violet stands up off the chair which causes Shelby to move quickly.

“Bitch, who in the fuck do you think you are huh? These kids are exposed to way more than my language. I’m sure if you listen closely, you will hear them cursing up a damn storm,” Violet fires back as Shelby jumps in front of her sister trying to keep her calm.

The mother shakes her head while walking away. Before disappearing out of sight, the woman flicks her finger at Violet as Shelby is holding her back.

“Will you calm down?” Shelby asks her sister while dragging her out of the pool area. Violet is fighting it at first then she succumbs to her sister and walks with her calmly.

“Thanks sis,” Violet tells her sister as Shelby just laughs.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t do something stupid,” Shelby says as the two sisters get into their vehicle.

Making History

Last year, I made my Into The Void debut against Candy while fighting for the Bombshell Roulette Championship for the first time. Everyone doubted that I could pull it off. Mercedes Vargas didn’t think I could do it. Bea Barnhart thought I didn’t deserve it. Before I had that opportunity, I had beaten Dani Weston in my first match with her. After the match was over, I did the one thing no one else could have done. Mercedes, Bea and even Sam Marlowe had failed to beat Candy. Where they failed, I had succeeded. I made history. What people don’t know is that it was my sixth match in the company and I had won the championship.

I did lose it but not because someone had pinned me. I wasn’t made to submit. I was thrown out of the ring after doing most of the damn work. Since that moment, I have been held back from getting my REMATCH for this belt. While everyone had shots, I had been left out. After not getting what I wanted, I got frustrated and well I started to make my OWN opportunities.

Now look at me, I am in my second match for the Roulette Championship. I am the challenger once again. What does that mean for Royal Purple? That means her reign as champion is in dire jeopardy. I am not talking about Krystal Wolfe providing you the challenge. I’m not talking about Sam Marlowe being capable of beating you. I am talking about the one woman you have yet to face. I am talking about the one woman who can take that belt from you without ever beating you.

That’s what a Triple Threat match turns into, isn't it. It’s all about being in the right place at the right time. Just like I did against Mercedes and Bella. They were so focused on each other that they forgot about me. I proved what a mistake that was when I knocked both of them out. I see the same thing happening in this match. It’s pretty obvious that Krystal Wolfe doesn’t see me a direct threat given the fact she chokes in high pressure situations.

Krystal Wolfe is getting too cocky. I mean have you heard all the nonsense coming out of her mouth. How many chances has she had against Royal Purple? Didn’t she lose her first attempt at winning this championship? If you couldn’t get the job done that time then what makes you sure you can get the job done now. Yes, you did get a lucky win against Mercedes Vargas but it proved nothing. I’ve already beaten her the week before. All you did was eat at the scraps.

Do you really think it’s going to be a cake walk? Do you really think it’s going to be an easy win for you? The fact that you’ve had more losses than wins since arriving on the scene says a lot about you. I mean you allowed some masked punk from the minor leagues win the championship in the first place.

I find it a slap to my face. Royal Purple is going to find out why I am the one threat she didn’t see coming. Alicia Lukas can say all she wants about me. I really don’t give a shit. Because I’m going to be the one who leaves Into The Void once again the Bombshell Roulette Champion. The match type don’t matter. Who I pin doesn’t matter. All that matters is me being the last woman standing.

In two weeks, Into The Void will be my night.

Climax Control Archives / Final Justice
« on: May 07, 2021, 11:40:48 PM »

Webster, South Dakota
Off Camera

It’s a cold night in Webster as the street lights shine on the alleyway where Zuri Chastian is sitting on a rooftop adjacent to the alley. She appears to be on the prowl once again after years of being out of the night. She was enjoying a quiet night with her wife Georgia when her phone chimes with a message from her brother Rory otherwise known as Overwatch.

“This better be important,” she speaks through her ear piece while kneeling on the edge of the building.

“I’m sorry sis but I just got a hit on KiKi,” Overwatch replies while rapidly tapping his fingers over the keyboard.

“KiKi? I thought she was locked up,” Zuri fires back surprised by that name. KiKi Alvarez was supposed to be in maximum state prison after being found guilty of aggravated assault on her ex-boyfriend.

“I thought so too but I got ping on her name when I went searching for her in the prison database,” Overwatch tells her as Zuri shakes her head.

“I swear to fucking god, if this bitch escaped then I will make sure the warden is notified,” Zuri replies as Overwatch continues to search through the database. Zuri now understood why she was here. This alleyway leads into the main hangout spot for KiKi. Zuri is continuing to look over the side as she pulls out a pair of binoculars out of the side of her belt.

Zuri moves down a bit and looks through the lens. “I swear to god this bitch had better not make it difficult or she will find out why I’m not that very nice,” Zuri says to herself while scanning the alleyway.

The Final Countdown

The moment Climax Control 300 was announced Zuri had put her final match into motion. She had talked to Christian Underwood about having her retirement match on the 300th episode. He thought that would be the best way to see the past and present together again. When Zuri heard who she was facing, her eyes lit up with excitement.

”From the moment I asked for this match, I had every possibility running through my mind. I could have faced my longtime rival Mercedes Vargas. I could have faced Roxi Johnson or someone else in my past. However, my opponent for my final match in Sin City Wrestling will be against the best female wrestler on the roster today. Yes, I am referring to Alicia Lukas. I couldn’t have asked for a better opponent then you Alicia. Why do I say this?

It’s because I admire what you have done for this division. You have become the epitome of the bombshell division and that I applaud you. I remember when I came into this company. I worked my way up the ranks but I never did achieve anything. Would I have loved to win a championship? Absolutely but I wasn’t in this business for championships. I was in this business for the fight. I didn’t care about wins or losses. I still don’t care. This match is about me winning. It’s about me going out on my own terms. This match is about me closing a chapter in my life.

However don’t expect for this match to be an cakewalk for you. I have been known to be a tough competitor in that ring. Don’t believe me. Just ask Jessie Salco when I debuted. I made her my bitch. I did the same to Twisted Sister. I also helped make Mercedes who she is today. So I am looking forward to facing you Alicia. We are sort of similar but different. Alicia, I am looking forward to facing you but trust me.

The silver lining is in this match is that justice will be served because wins or losses aren’t my cup of tea. However the moments that matter are what makes me move. So Alicia, are you ready to move?”

Climax Control Archives / The Violet Files
« on: April 16, 2021, 11:27:20 PM »
Undisclosed Location
Off Camera

It’s close to one in the morning as Violet Amelia is sitting on a twin size bed. She had been resting after traveling for the past 72 hours. Her boss had told her to lie low after the mission was on had gone awry. In her mind, it wasn’t her fault at all. She was doing what she was told. Unfortunately, the bomb she had planted on her target’s car had failed to go off. She had no clue why it didn’t go off when the timer ticked down. Three seconds later, the bomb had exploded in a fairly populated area. “Holy shit fuck,” she exclaims while looking through her binoculars. Her boss didn’t like how much paperwork Violet was going to make him do based on this incident.

As she is sitting in this hotel room, her mind starts to race about how she is going to explain this to her father. She basically told him that she could do this job. “Oh god,” she thinks to herself. “I hope dad doesn’t hear about this,” she mutters to herself while running her fingers through her blonde hair. Violet finally gets off her bed when she hears the handle on her door just to wiggle. “Who is it?” she calls out while searching the room for a weapon. Ever since that failed snipe attempt, she hadn’t been given a handgun. “It’s me Scorpion,” a man’s voice answers. Violet’s eyes widen as she mouths the words “oh fuck.” “Give me a minute,” she replies while walking out of the bedroom and unlocking the door.

Agent Scorpion steps over the threshold carrying a box of pizza. “I figured you were hungry,” he says as Violet quickly takes the box in her hand and walks back into the bedroom. She picks up a slice as the cheese is nearly falling off it. “Why are you here?” she asks in between bites. Agent Scorpion smirks while leaning against the door jam. “You know why I am here,” he answers with the same cryptic question her father would tell her. “I’m not a fucking mind reader so tell me already,” she tells him looking around for something to drink. “Did you not pick up some soda or something to wash this down?” she asks him after not finding anything.

“I didn’t think that was essential,” he joked. Violet looked him while picking up her phone. “Room service,” the voice says on the other end. “Yes, can I get a large root beer sent up to my room please?” she asks calmly. “Right away,” the desk clerk says before hanging up the phone. Violet shakes her head. “Fucking douche,” she mumbles as Scorpion looks at her. “You know he’s not happy,” he says as she just nods. “I know,” she responds while taking smaller bites on her pizza.

A few minutes later, the pizza had been nearly devoured as Violet is lying back on the hotel room bed with her head resting against the wall. Agent Scorpion has pulled out the chair underneath the desk as they continue to converse. “You fucked up,” he finally says as Violet looks at him. “Tell me something I don’t know,” she tells me as a smile comes across his face. “You are still a key piece in catching that fucking bitch in Bolivia so use this a field training exercise,” he replies while trying to cheer her up.

Climax Control Thoughts

It had been awhile since Violet last competed on Climax Control. She almost went on a total rampage if she didn't get what she wanted. When the card was announced, a sinister smirk appeared across her face. She couldn’t believe her eyes as the wheels inside her head had begun to start turning.

It’s about fucking time Sin City Wrestling did something right. I have wanted another shot at the Roulette Championship and now I got it. Well, I will once I eliminate the two idiots in the ring with me. I am well aware that 2021 hasn’t gone my way as of late. Blaze of Glory is proof of it. I had a match with the outdated Mercedes Vargas. Most women in my position, would be chomping at the bit just to get into the ring with someone like her? Me, I didn’t see the enjoyment in putting her ass out to pasture. I mean what will that do for me. Will it get me some ridiculous nod that I’m one of few who have beaten that slut. Please, I have much bigger fish to fry than her sorry ass.

What is she going to say about me? She’s already said everything at Blaze of Glory. She thought I was getting too big for my britches. Well, I do think I gave her a fight. However, that match had nothing to it. So I didn’t give two shits about it. Now this match that’s coming up, does have something at stake. I have been hungry for the rematch that I never got. While everyone had their chances at the roulette championship, I only had one chance and guess what I succeeded. How many times did it take Mercedes? I do believe Mercedes had countless opportunities at the Roulette Championship and still couldn’t get the job done.

She also had a chance to get the world bombshell championship and still failed. Tell me, how does one failure continue to get title shots? I am so ready to send you to the retirement home.

Violet crosses her arms underneath her chest while tilting her head to the side.

Speaking of failures, how’s it going Bella Madison? I was wondering where you had crawled off too. You and I have something in common, we both lost our championships in our first defense. The only difference is you were pinned in your match and I wasn’t pinned. I know about your accomplishments. You are the one I am looking forward to facing in this match. Mainly because this is our first meeting. We are similar in our abilities and skills. Unfortunately, I am willing to go to any length to get what I want.

I don’t care why you are in this match. I don’t care what you want Bella. Mainly because, my eyes have been fixated on the roulette championship ever since I lost it. I have been working my way back to that belt. I don’t care who I have to go through in order to get it. Losing isn’t going to be an option this time around. I have no problem spiking your head into the canvas. Hell, I don’t mind tying your ass up like a human pretzel while using Mercedes as my own personal punching bag. Bella, I really do want you to bring everything you got. Because it will be that much sweeter when I kill your dreams on Sunday.

I told the world at the beginning of the year that I was done playing nice. This Sunday, I am willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want. My hunger is at an all time high. You can say I’m desperate but trust me. I’m going to show you the difference between desperate and determined. This is my time and I’m going to shock the entire world just like when I left Candy with a charred arm.

Violet snickers while lifting her index finger up into the air.

Mercedes and Bella, you both have the ability to get lucky. You both have won off luck. This Sunday, your luck runs out.

« on: March 20, 2021, 11:25:05 PM »
Undisclosed location
On Camera

A room with very little light shows as a shadowy figure is positioned inside the room. The sound of a table sliding across the floor echoes as the figure moves back toward the far wall. A hand appears as it moves up the surface before the index finger flips the switch up. The room is luminaries by all kinds of light as Violet Amelia Holt can be seen with a sinister grin on her face.

”I just love when a plan comes together. Here I had my doubts that I would be booked for Blaze of Glory but my dance partner for this time around made it sure that I would be competing. Who knew that I would make enough noise for Mercedes Vargas to actually be the one who called me. I was dead set on moving on from her. I mean what good would it do for my career to embarrass someone who is well past her prime.”

Violet leaves the room for a second before returning with a chair in her hand. Her blonde hair was tied up in two sharp pigtails as she spun the chair in her hand. She then plops her butt down onto the chair while kicking her feet up onto the table.

”I took a lot of time to truly think about what is sitting in front me. Here we have a hall of famer and a grand slam champion trying to reclaim any kind of glory she once had in this company. Could you imagine the feather in my cap when I defeat this stupid bitch? I mean, when was the last time she had won a match? How long is she going to be able to go before her age catches up to her? It’s no secret that I have youth on my side in this match. Let’s not forget that I am hungry for gold. The moment I knocked you down in the back I knew we would face off. However, I’m not going to be joining some pathetic list.

Violet shakes her head while picking up a dart up off the floor. She holds it inside her hand while looking it over.

”You see Mercedes, I am not intimidated by all the accomplishments you have acquired in this company. You used to be a good wrestler but lately not so much. I have watched you perform and I must say. I’m not impressed by your approach. I almost don’t want to fight in this match because it’s not going to be enjoyable for me. Then again, caving your head in will bring me a lot of pleasure. I am most certain that your skills don’t match up with me. You see I am faster. I am meaner and I don’t give up. Let’s not forget, I have a purpose in this match. While everyone else is getting title shots, I have yet to see a title opportunity so I will look to make an example out of you.

I don’t care what the preview of this match says. My attitude isn’t hurting me. I am not the same wrestler that appeared in SCW last year. I am the Violet to beat Dani Weston so bad that she hasn’t been seen since. Let’s not forget about Pandora Barrett. After I kicked her ass, she wasn’t seen again. Do you see a pattern? I am looking to do the same to you. This Psycho bitch is coming to kick your ass. Mercedes Vargas, your days are numbered.

Off Camera

Before Violet could say another word, a single word text came across her phone screen. She takes a deep breath before returning the text. She slowly stands up out of her chair while walking over towards the window. She unzips a black bag sitting underneath the window sill. Violet pulls out a broken down sniper rifle and starts putting the rifle together.

“What the fuck?” She yells while pressing her finger onto her ear piece. “Are you trying to get me shot?” She says while continuing to assemble her weapon. “Are you in position?” The voice asks as Violet rolls her eyes.

Climax Control Archives / Shooting for Control
« on: March 05, 2021, 11:40:56 PM »

It's been a wild 2021 for Violet Amelia Holt. She has yet to secure her first victory and it would appear her luck probably won't change. Her opponents this week are two of the best. Samantha Marlowe and Mercedes Vargas are former champions and could very well be on the road to another title run. Violet, on the other hand, feels as though she is getting overlooked. Violet is sitting in a corner of the Park Theatre as her head hangs between her legs.

"This Sunday, I am scheduled to face Samantha Marlowe and Mercedes Vargas in a triple threat match. The winner is guaranteed some kind of prize. It's not certain what the prize is but trust me I will find out what it is. Why? Because I have been wanting my rematch for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Why am I the only person getting the short end of the damn stick? I feel as though someone doesn't like me. Not that i give two shits but I will get what I want.

Violet lifts her head up.

"Samantha Marlowe probably thought she saw the last of me at Inception. Looks like our paths once again meet inside the ring. You and I are fairly similar in style but I'm going to be the one who smacks you in the face. I'm also going to hurt Mercedes Vargas. Why? Because I fucking can. No one is going to stop me. I will get myself back into the title picture. Even if it means, I stomp both of you into the canvas. Samantha Marlowe doesn't stand a chance against me. Mercedes might as well not show up. I will be the one with my hand held high. It's time that I stand up for me and kick you both to the damn curb.

Climax Control is going to my night.

Climax Control Archives / Underestimation Begets Disappointment
« on: February 19, 2021, 11:34:38 PM »

Failure! That seems to be the common theme spoken about those who come in contact with Violet Amelia Holt. All they can do is hone in on the losses she has built up over her career here in Sin City Wrestling. For some reason, no one bats an eye on what success she has had in the company. It has become quite comical for Violet that her opponents all say the exact same thing without fail. In her mind, the entire bombshell roster is filled with backstabbing little girls who don’t care about anyone but themselves. While everyone feels threatened by Johanna Krieger, she embraces the upcoming violent barrage that is going to come when both women clash for the very first time inside a Sin City Wrestling ring but Johanna has no idea what awaits her.

Spending time with the stepmother
Off Camera

It’s getting close to nine in the morning as Violet is just stepping out of the shower. She had texted her stepmother Chrystin wondering when she was coming over. Chrystin Hendrix, the current wife of Violet’s father Dustin, had agreed to come over and spend some time with her stepdaughter before heading out to Paris. Violet rummages through her closet looking for something to wear as a series of texts ring through her phone. Violet eventually picks out a pair of ripped jeans, a tee shirt and a plaid shirt wrapped around her waist. Violet snatches up her phone and shoots responding text messages. Violet looks at the charge and decides to place her phone on charge for a little. Just as she is about to sit down in front of her mirror, the doorbell rings.

“Come in mom,” she hollers as the door knob turns and it opens inward. “Vi,” a voice calls out. “I’m back here,” Violet responds. The sound of footsteps slowly smack on the floor as Chrystin pokes her head into the bedroom. “Hey you,” she says joyfully. Violet shakes her head while putting the finishing touches to her makeup. “Why do you need so much makeup?” asks Chrystin. “It helps hide all the blemishes that I’ve gotten recently and I have to conceal my raccoon eyes,” Violet answers as Chrystin sits down on her bed. “Where’s my brother?” she asks her stepmother. “Your uncle and aunt wanted to take him to the park today. So I let them take him,” she answers softly. Violet looks at her stepmother. “How are you feeling?” Violet asks her stepmother while turning in her chair.

Chrystin takes in a strong breath as she looks at her stepdaughter. “I am extremely happy that your father has returned to me. I knew he would eventually,” she answers as Chrystin’s lips turn into a smile. Violet shows a smile herself as the two women stand up to their feet. “You ready to go,” Chrystin wonders as Violet nods her head.

The two women cruise around Port Charlotte. They go in and out of several stores. The backseat of Chrystin’s car was starting to fill up with different bags as Violet smiled at her stepmother’s pleasure of shopping. “The last store on the list is that music store I told you about,” Violet tells her stepmother. Chrystin smiles big as they pull into the parking lot. “This is so exciting,” Chrystin replies as the two women step out of the car and heads inside the store. The two ladies make their way inside the store. They walk around the store just looking around as Chrystin picks up a couple Vinyl records. Violet finds some CDs of a couple of bands she had become fond of after listening to them on Spotify. Chrystin quietly offers to pay for them as the duo continues to enjoy the day together.

Dog Pound Wrestling Academy (2 years ago)
Central Florida
Off Camera

It was another tough day inside the DPWA. Violet was sitting cross legged on a dark mat in the southeast corner of the building. She hadn’t been in the best of moods since her father had repeatedly denied her an opportunity at BloodMania which is the biggest night in the Violent Wrestling League. She thought she was ready for the big time. She had been the top student in the class. She had survived multiple encounters with Jordan Monroe. “He really irks me,” she would say to herself while watching her father teach a new group of trainees. “What are you doing over here?” a voice rings out as Violet lifts her head to see Valerie Beasley walking towards her. Violet tries to ignore while turning her gaze back down at her feet.

“I am talking to you,” Valerie calls out while standing directly in front of her. Violet slowly lifts her eyes up toward the former Mixed Martial Artist turned professional wrestler. “Why in the hell do you care?” Violet finally says behind gritted teeth. Valerie grabs a handful of Violet’s shirt and pulls her right up off the floor. “Excuse me,” she implores as Violet just shrugs her shoulders. “You are excused. I’m sure you’ll find yourself some other sucker to intimidate,” Violet replies with a snarky tone to her voice. A loud smack echoes throughout the gym as everyone stops doing what they are doing. “Is that how you talk to me?” Valerie shouts in the direction of Violet’s face.

“If you don’t get the fuck out of my face then I will be forced to snap your damn hand,” Violet calmly warns Valerie as her father and uncle comes walking up on them. A mean look appears on his face as Violet continues to shrug her shoulders. “One hour in the pit,” Dustin orders as he snaps his fingers toward a couple of his trainers. Violet’s eyes widen as Valerie forces the young girl towards the double doors leading towards the back of the gym. “You can’t be serious,” Violet pleads as she looks at her father. The pit is a large circle where any trainee with an attitude problem will be forced into this circle. They will have to endure a punishment like no other. An hour later, Violet can be seen sitting on a wooden bench as the pain surges through each area of her body. Once everyone is out, her father takes a seat next to her.

“What the hell is your problem?” her father asks her point blank. “I don’t have a damn problem,” she would answer with anger in her words. “Your attitude is getting out of control,” he tells her. Violet chuckles sarcastically while looking at her father. “I’m just being like you,” she responds before standing up to her feet. The pain continues to surge through her body as she makes her way towards the showers.

Do I have your attention?
Climax Control Promotional Video
On Camera

The last time Violet Amelia Holt had stepped inside an SCW ring was at Inception. Since that night, Violet has been sitting inside her Port Charlotte home. She had been watching several tapes of her upcoming opponent. After watching all that she could, she had decided to walk into the back room of her home. In this room, she has a standard television camera set up on a tripod. She had already taken care of whitebalancing the camera and setting it up to record. Violet removes her hoody before picking up a tiny little button sitting on a padded stool next to her. She takes a few more minutes to check herself before pressing the small red button on the end.

”Failure! That seems to be the theme when anyone talks about me these days. It’s almost like my lone run as Bombshell Roulette Champion is forgotten. It would appear that my own opponent seems to fall in that same category of saying the same damn thing. I swear there is some kind of script people are reading when they are booked against me. It’s almost like every time I speak, no one listens to a bloody thing that comes out of my mouth. There are days where I don’t feel like talking. Why? Because no one gives two shits about me. All they care about is stroking their own inflated egos. People like Mercedes Vargas and Jessie Salco come to mind right off the damn bat. Those two eggheads can talk themselves into any title picture whether they deserve it or not is a moot point according to them.

Jessie is so excited that she beat Evie Jordan. I just wonder if Evie hadn’t gone through a brutal street fight with Char Kwan would she be singing a different tune altogether. Then there is Mercedes Vargas who complains about not getting opportunities despite the fact she has failed on numerous occasions. The fact that she couldn’t even beat the woman that I set on fire tells you just how pathetic she is in the ring. Then there is Johanna Krieger. The stupid bitch who thinks she is the best damn wrestler on the roster.

Violet takes a minute to collect her thoughts while letting some oxygen return to her lungs. She also uses her free hand to brush her hair out of her eyes.

Johanna Krieger, the bitch who couldn’t handle losing to Jessie Salco, is calling herself the better wrestler out of the two of us. Really? The last few matches I’ve seen you showed me very little of your wrestling prowess. All I could see is how well you maneuver with a weapon in your hand. History has shown that when it comes to straight up wrestling matches you struggle heavily. I wonder why that is exactly. Is it because you have to compete inside the rules? Is it because your limited skills comeback to bite you in the fucking ass? I get it. You don’t see me as a threat. Mainly because I’m not kissing the fucking ground you walk on or padding your ego like you fucking deserve it.

In case you haven’t noticed Johanna, I’m not coming into this match looking for a friend. I’m coming to rip the head off of a bitch and look like you just happen to fit that bill quite nicely. I have said since last December and I’ll keep saying it until it sinks into all of your skulls. I’m not playing nice anymore. I don’t need to intimidate anyone. I don’t need to try and scare someone shitless. Because I’m just going to walk right up to you and jack you in the jaw. When I do, I am going to smile before I continue stomping the living shit out of you. You see I am on a fucking mission. I have been overlooked for far too long and this Sunday. I make the entire locker room take fucking notice. I’m going to start by cutting your tongue out of your mouth. I am going to do everything within my power to put you down. I’m not just looking for a three count or a tap out. I’m out to make a fucking statement.

You may scoff at who I am but after I knock your teeth into the third row. You will realize that “Five Feet of Crazy” isn’t just a moniker. It’s who I am and you should be fucking scared. You should be worried that I can snap every single body part of yours like twigs. You should be taking me seriously but I know you don’t. You see me as an easy fucking target. Well, that was the old me. The new me will make you work for this victory if that’s what you desire. Unfortunately, I’m not in the business of fulfilling anyones fantasies or desires. I’m out for me. I’m out for blood. I’m out to make you an afterthought. Like I did to Pandora Barrett after I embarrassed her.

Violet takes another moment to gather some oxygen while shaking her head.

The road to redemption has had many bumps in the road. It started with my loss to Samantha Marlowe. Sam is a tough competitor and I’m pretty sure we will meet somewhere down the road. When we do, I will make sure to give her a receipt. However, I told the world that I wanted Royal Purple. The fact that I don’t even get her proves how low everyone sees me. Johanna Krieger has gotten more rematches for the same championship that I was never pinned for during my lone title defense. Since then, I have not sniffed that gold once but yet Johanna loses twice in a clean manner and is in line for another chance.

That just pisses me the fuck off. I wonder how she will be able to get that opportunity when she is lying in a hospital with tubes sticking out of her nose. I wonder how the whole world will like it when their precious Johanna is left in the middle of that ring in a pool of her own blood. Would you like that? Would you like it Johanna if I ripped out every single fucking peircing sticking out of your face? How would you feel if I went after your arm? Would you like it if I kicked you repeatedly in the skull? Because that is what I plan on doing. I plan on putting you through hell. You want to make claims that I’m not a serious threat. I guess I’ll just make you realize first hand how bad of a bitch I can be inside that ring.

It’s no secret, I’m faster than you. I’m smarter than you. When we lock up in the middle of the ring, I will be more vicious. I will be more sinister. I will enjoy the pain and suffering I put you through. I will find solace in hearing the moaning sounds coming out of your voice when I’m on the verge of snapping your arm. Who knows, I may just make it hard for you to walk. There is so much I can do to you that you don’t even know Johanna. Let’s forget that this is our first meeting. Let’s forget that we are both coming off horrible losses. The fact is I’m hungrier. I’m cold to the world. I’m apathetic to those around me. When I get my hands around your neck, I will do everything within my power to crush your larynx and make it hard for you to fucking breathe. I will break your nose. I will fish hook you all over the ring. There is nothing anyone can do to stop me. I warned the world. I warned the locker room. No one took me seriously. Now, Johanna will be the first of many who will be left in my wake. No more fucks given by me. The Hardcore Princess is coming for blood. The Psycho Bitch is coming for scalps. Unfortunately Johanna, you could have prevented this. All you had to do was acknowledge that I am a viable threat. Since you couldn’t do that then I will be forced to make an example out of you. Wolfslair can’t help you Johanna. Your violent nature can’t protect you. Your world comes crumbling down and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute.

Let me remind you of one thing Johanna since you want to underestimate me. Let me leave you with this piece of truth. Underestimation begets disappointment.

A sick smirk appears on her face before she stops recording the video.

Supercard Archives / Re: Sam Marlowe v Violet Amelia Holt v Tempest
« on: January 28, 2021, 11:40:17 PM »

“Memory Lane”

5 years ago
Off Camera

It was just another spring day in Central Florida as Violet Amelia Holt was just pulling into the parking lot of the Dawg Pound Wrestling Academy. Her blonde hair was tossed up into a very tight ponytail as she parked her 2004 Honda Civic in the student section of the parking lot. Her car idles for a little before she cuts the engine off. She takes in a deep breath before letting it back out. “This is it,” she reminds herself before opening the driver side door and placing her left foot onto the poorly managed asphalt. She stands fully up and takes one long look around the facility. “No turning back now,” she continued to tell herself as she reached into the back seat and pulled out her gym bag which held her wrestling gear.

She takes one more deep breath before flinging the bag onto her shoulder. She closes her car door and proceeds to lock it. She is walking towards the school when another vehicle whips into the parking lot. The vehicle quickly pulls into the space as the driver is quickly exiting the vehicle. Violet is laughing under breath as she watches the young man struggle with his own gym bag. “Are you running late?” she calls out with curiosity ringing through her voice. “I overslept,” he answered while sprinting towards the front door. Violet just shakes her head while chuckling underneath her breath. “What a fucking idiot,” she mumbles inaudibly.

Right as the door opens, she could hear her father’s voice screaming at the young man. Violet knew all too well what it was like to get yelled at by her dad. Ever since she was fifteen years old, he had been training her off and on mostly during off hours. He knew my love for the sport was growing more and more so he took it upon himself to give her the proper training she needed before embarking on her own professional wrestling adventure. Violet finally reaches the single glass door that swings inward when opened. She pauses while admiring the artwork that was plastered all over the door. Above the door a sign hung down as it read “enter at your own risk.” Violet pushes the door in as she is greeted with that awful stench of sweat and blood mixed in the room.

“Good day Violet,” voices the perky receptionist behind the circular desk. Violet rolls her eyes while walking up towards the desk. “Why are you so fucking perky?” she asks while waiting to be signed into the system. The perky receptionist moves her fingers over the keyboard before pointing at the small machine in front of Violet. “Signature please,” she politely demands while keeping a smile on her face. A heavy grunt comes through her voice as Violet picks up the plastic pen and signs her name on the device. “Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day,” the receptionist says as Violet walks away from the desk.

“I can’t stand that fucking bit…..,” she thinks to herself until her Uncle JT steps in front of her causing her to lose her train of thought. “Who can’t you stand?” He asks while looking at his niece. “Uh what,” she answers nervously. Her eyes move up and down as her uncle stands there with his arms crossed in front of chest. “Do we need to have another discussion with your father about your attitude?” he asks her while shaking his head. “My attitude,” she scoffs. “There is nothing wrong with my attitude,” she answers while repositioning her bag onto her shoulder. He continues to shake his head as her father walks up to them both. “JT, what seems to be the problem?” asks her father. Violet scoffs louder before shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Are we done?” she asks abruptly.

“Sounds like someone needs an attitude adjustment,” he suggests while motioning towards Jordan Monroe. Violet just shakes her head. “Are you serious right now? I’m an advanced student getting treated like some beginner,” she voices her opinion as her father looks right at her. “I am dead serious. I don’t care what level you are Violet. Your attitude sucks and it’s time we adjust it a little more,” he tells her while walking back towards the other students. Violet growls softly underneath her breath while stomping over towards the women’s dressing room. JT follows after his older brother as they stand next to the ring.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks him while watching some of the trainees running some drills. “She’s got to learn not to cop an attitude with us,” Dustin answers. JT nods his head while looking back at his brother. “She is a Holt,” he responds as Dustin nods his head in agreeance. As they are continuing to watch the new trainees doing drills, Violet can be seen walking out of the dressing room. “Pick your damn feet up,” Jordan screams at one of the trainees. Violet sombers her way toward the ring as her cousin Shelton steps up to her. “It sounds like Jordan isn’t in a good mood,” he jokes with her. She just looks at him with an evil glare. “Shut the fuck up,” she tells him. “Someone must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he continues to joke as Violet stops in her tracks and shoves her cousin up against one of the pillars.

“If you don’t want to be eating your meals through a damn straw then I would shut your mouth,” she threatens him while keeping her voice down. Shelton’s face turned almost white as fear filled it. When she lets go of his shirt, he doesn’t say another word before walking towards the other side of the room. A sly smirk creeps across her face as she makes her way toward the ring.

Inception IV
On Camera

The first Climax Control of 2021 saw Violet Amelia Holt send a physical message to both Tempest and Samantha Marlowe. She also sent shockwaves throughout the entire division. When Inception 4 was announced, Violet was sitting inside a dark room with a fairly large dart board positioned on the far wall. A single floor lamp is flipped on as Violet is holding a couple of darts in her hand.

”Everyone seems to have their own opinion about who I am supposed to be in this fucked up world. People like Alicia Lukas and Andrea think just because my name is in your mouth that I’m going to immediately jump because your egos have been rocked. If that is what you think will happen then you need to get your heads out of your asses. It’s like I said at the end of 2020. I’m done being the punching bag or the punchline to everyone. While everyone continues to whine and cry for title opportunities, I am going to just blow through everyone to get the attention of Mark Ward and Christian Underwood. If that means I go after their pets then so fucking be it,”

Violet pauses for a minute to collect her thoughts as she proceeds to throw the first dart towards the board. The dart soars through the air before landing underneath the picture of Tempest.

”When I was informed about a possible triple threat match, I didn’t think anything of it. I mean who in their right mind would want to compete in a triple threat match for no reason. That was my initial thought until I found out who I would be facing in this particular match. I think everyone knows I would do anything to get my hands on that scumbag Samantha Marlowe and the fact I get to cut a giant bitch down to size was just the icing on the cake.

When I first saw this walking parasite in a wrestling ring, my mouth just started to salivate over the notion that I could provide this stupid bitch her first real test. Tempest hasn’t done anything since joining the roster besides attacking a cunt from behind like a damn coward. I heard this bitch was trained by Odette Stevens and her husband Gabriel. From what I could see, this bitch must have skipped a few lessons. She is very sloppy and very uncoordinated. That doesn’t bode well for you while facing someone like me. You should watch my previous matches against Pandora Barrett and Dani Weston to get a clear picture of what happens when you make mistakes against me.

I know you are going to mention that you have height and strength on me. While that might be true, history has proven that speed always beats strength. Not to mention, when I attacked you head on, you had no answer for me. Your brain couldn’t process what I was doing to you. So, with that in mind, I will continue what I started. I will drop you right on top of your head. I will snap your legs like twigs.

Violet pauses again while letting her words just sink into the air. Violet’s lips turn into a look of disdain when the second dart flies out of her hand and lands right between Samantha Marlowe’s eyes.

”Samantha fucking Marlowe, how our paths have crossed again. Did you really think I would let our last encounter go by the wayside? You may have accepted how our last match ended but not me. I would be okay with losing to you because of your talent level but the fact that we ended on a damn draw didn’t sit well with me. That’s the major difference between the two of us. You want everything to be sunshine and rainbows all the damn time. Well, I hate to burst your fucking bubble. Life isn’t a fucking party. You said a few weeks ago on Climax Control that you finally saw me. Oh, did I finally get your fucking attention? Was it my slap to your face or was it when I came to your fucking aide after becoming a lawn dart.

You have no idea how long I have waited to get my hands on you. After our last match, you have had more opportunities than I have had since losing MY roulette championship. I don’t understand how people like you and that bitch Jessie Salco can live with themselves. All you guys do is bitch and moan until you get what you want. I wonder how that is going to work when I have crushed you underneath my boot.

This Sunday will be my night. I made it perfectly clear that I’m done playing games. I’m done with people thinking I don’t take this business seriously. You want to see me get serious. Well, keep your eyes glued to your fucking monitors because VIOLENCE will be the main course. Since I joined Sin City Wrestling, I tried to run from who I am. I tried telling myself that I am not like my father. I can’t hide any longer. I am a motherfucking HOLT and that means I don’t give a damn about anyone or anything.

Sam Marlowe and Tempest aren’t prepared for what awaits them. They have no idea what kind of hell is going to rain down on them. They had better realize that I am serious. The Hardcore Princess is coming for blood. The Psycho Bitch is coming for two damn scalps. This Sunday, you both have no place to run and no place to hide. Why? Because the FIVE FEET of CRAZY is coming for you.

See you soon.

Supercard Archives / Re: Jessie Salco v Violet Amelia Holt
« on: November 20, 2020, 06:42:03 PM »

“Chapter One”
Off Camera

It’s been a week since Viola Vance had resurfaced from her soft imposed exile. She and her team have been hard at work trying to locate where her arch nemesis Agent Python has been hiding. “Have you located him?” She asks her men while stepping up onto the steel platform behind them. “No!” exclaims Boris. “Why the hell not?” She questions him. Boris takes a minute to collect his thoughts and as he is about to respond, Viola’s daughter Sheila walks into the room. “Mom, what are you doing?” she asks her with one hand on her left hip and her other hand halfway up in the air.

“I am trying to find that son of a bitch,” her mother explains as Sheila softly steps onto the platform. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she scolds Boris as he reaches his hand out towards her. Viola’s eyes are glued to the large screens as her minions are continuously trying to find her arch nemesis.

As Sheila gets closer to her mother, the scene shifts back towards that small compound on the outskirts of Sarasota. Agent Vyper and Agent Python are standing on the wooden porch looking out at the covered entrance. “Do you think it was wise bringing her into this mess?” Agent Vyper asks with concern in his voice. “I don’t think I had much of a choice,” answers Agent Python as they both pull out separate packs of cigarettes. Agent Python places his cigarette in between his lips as he fumbles around his pocket. “Where is that fucking thing?” he questions himself as Agent Vyper lights up his cigarette first. “Do you need a light?” he asks looking over at Python struggling. “Yes,” he says in a near pissy tone. As the two men stand on the porch smoking, the scene shifts back to the Bosnia compound.

“Boss,” one of the minions shouts while twirling his arm in the air. “What do you want, Johnson?” she asks while rubbing her forward with her hand. “I’m not sure if it means anything but I might have found something,” he says empathically. Viola moves briskly across the platform towards his work station and looks over his shoulder. “Just what am I supposed to be looking at,” she implores him. Johnson starts running his fingers over the keyboard and points a tiny dot on the screen. “I’ve been scanning cell towers and trying to triangulate possible areas where Agent Python could be held up. I have almost narrowed it to around this general area,” he points out while trying to explain his actions.

Viola looks hard at the screen and shakes her head. “I just don’t see it,” she says squinting her eyes. Johnson continues to press down on his keyboard as he looks to enlarge the image on the screen. Viola continues to look but still has no clue at what she is looking at on the screen. As Johnson is softly explaining everything to her, the scene shifts back to the Black Op Compound. Agent Cardinal is sitting at the computer desk as he notices something a little weird. “What the hell are you doing up there?” He questioned himself as he saw a tiny red dot above their radar.

Agent Cardinal doesn’t alert anyone as he rapidly taps his fingers all over the keyboard. While he is doing this, Johnson is tapping rapidly as well until his attempts are deemed futile as Viola looks on with widened eyes. “What just happened?” She asks him. “I don’t have a fucking clue,” Johnson answers with a hint of anger in his voice. Cardinal exclaims loudly that causes Agent Scorpion to walk up behind him. “What are you so happy about?” He asks while placing his hand on the chair. “I noticed a weird red dot that was hovering over our radar and I just blocked their signal,” he answers with a smile on his face.

As the two men are watching the radar, the door leading to one of the back rooms swings open. A small woman with pink, teal and blonde hair steps over the threshold. She is wearing an old t-shirt and basketball shorts. Her left hand is curled slightly as she starts to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Agent Hamlet says toward Violet as he looks away from the television for a brief second. “What time is it?” she grumbles with a gruff voice. “It’s roughly 6:30 in the morning,” answers Hamlet. An angry grumble escapes from Violet as she looks around the large room. “Why in the hell are you guys up?” she asks them. Agent Scorpion about faces as he looks in the direction of Violet. “We don’t usually sleep,” he vaguely answers as Violet mumbles underneath her breath. “You must be Agent Python’s daughter. My name is Agent Scorpion. I am the linguistic agent of the group. My partner Agent Link usually helps me with all things digital,” he replies as Violet finishes wiping her eyes. Violet walks over to a small breakfast nook and takes a seat on one of the stools. “Why am I here?” she asks again.

“That’s………,” Agent Scorpion starts to explain when “Scorpion!” echoes throughout the room. Both Violet and Agent Scorpion turn their heads toward the front doorway where her father was standing. “What do you think you are doing?” he questions his man. “I was just going to answer……,” he starts to say but Python cuts him off. “My daughter isn’t ready for a full mission debrief,” he says as Violet looks at her father with a confused gaze on her face. “Don’t start,” he warns her while turning towards the computer where Cardinal was sitting. “If I’m not ready then why the fuck am I even here? Why all the damn secrecy? Why am I sleeping in some remote building with no windows?” She questions her father.

“Leave us,” he orders his men while looking at his daughter. One by one each agent leaves the shack and closes the door. Violet remains seated on the stool as she watches her father open the small refrigerator. “Do you want anything to drink?” he asks his daughter. “I want answers, dad. You have been nothing but vague since we got here,” she answers him. Her father pulls out a bottle of Coors Light and pops the top off. He takes a swig before looking directly at his daughter. “I’m not at liberty to discuss the state of our current mission,” he vaguely says while taking another sip of his beverage. Violet hangs her head while running her fingers through her hair.

“You are not a motherfucking soldier,” she finally says after a brief moment of silence. “God, I just want you to be straight with me for once in your damn life,” she tells her father while getting up off the stool. Python places his beer down and looks at his daughter. “You don’t understand the significance of this matter Violet. We have a protocol in place and right now you are on a need to know basis. We are trying to keep you safe,” he tells her as she just shakes her head. As they are arguing, Agent Hamlet is handing Agent Vyper forty dollars. During the heated discussion, Violet starts to pace back and forth.

“Safe!? Do you really think keeping me in the dark is the smart play here?” she continues to ask her father. “You’re not ready,” he finally says while picking up his beer. Violet lets out a loud scream. She doesn't say a word while stomping towards the door. “Where are you going? He asks hers calmly. “I’m going for a walk,” she tells him without even looking at him. Violet opens the door and steps over the threshold. “What the fuck are you guys doing?” she asks while looking at her father’s men. They all start to stammer as one of them finally answers. “We are just standing guard. Where are you going?” Agent Cardinal answers while looking at her.

“If I wanted you to know then I would tell you,” she answers him sarcastically while walking down the steps. She makes her way over towards the wooden fence as her father steps out onto the porch. “Did you tell her?” asks Vyper. Python shakes his head. “You’ll have to tell her why she is the key to stopping her psychotic aunt,” Vyper tells him as Python nods his head. “Trust me, I know but I’m not sure she is ready to know that about her mother,” he says while they look out at Violet.

On Camera

“Promo Time”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Violet’s time limit draw on the previous episode of Climax Control. She had been fuming at the way the match ended but no one was able to control her. Once the card for High Stakes was announced, she had high hopes of getting another chance at Samantha Marlowe. However, her anger grew bigger after finding out that she will be facing Jessie Salco. Violet had seen that Jessie had aired her promo for the show. She took a glimpse at them but stopped midway through each of them. Violet hung her head a bit before lifting it back up with a sinister grin plastered on her face.

”Failure! That is what Jessie Salco has been calling me for the past two weeks. I will admit that my record as of late isn’t the best but who is she to judge me? Who is she to call me a failure? I think that Jessie needs to take a good long look into the mirror. If anyone has been a failure in Sin City Wrestling then look no further than at Jessie Salco. I mean think about it for a minute. How many times does she beg and plead for championship opportunities? How many times does she fail at winning said championship opportunities? She has the nerve to call me a failure. When was the last time she beat someone worth a damn? When was the last time she held a championship longer than a week?

I know that I need to turn things around but shit I’m not going to let some crybaby cut me down. So you lost the roulette championship big fucking deal. When I lost that same belt in a match involving you, I was never pinned nor was I made to submit. Did I receive a rematch? No. What did I get? I got an opportunity at the World Bombshell Championship. Which I nearly won from Evie Jordan. How many times did you get your ass handed to you by Selena before realizing you couldn’t get the job done? How many times are you going piss and moan in order to get what you want these days?

Weren’t you on a title ban for like a year? I wonder why. Maybe it’s because you downright suck in the ring. In our first encounter, you barely won that match so don’t go getting a big fucking head. In our second encounter, I was dominating your ass until you knocked the referee down. You started using underhanded tactics because you couldn’t handle what I was throwing at you.

Violet takes a minute to catch her breath while readjusting herself.

”How many excuses are you going to use for why you can’t get the job done? You are upset because Johanna outsmarted you and basically played the same game you like to play. The fact that she was able to succeed was what pissed you off. It must have been a shocker to know that you were beat at your own game. How many times did you cry for a rematch for titles? How many times did you fail? You continue to call me a failed second generation wrestler. Yet, I have had more success in one year of my career then you ever had in your entire life.

Do you know what is going to happen this Sunday? While you are overlooking me, I’m going to be coming right for your throat. You have no idea what I am capable of inside that ring. I have barely scratched the surface. I really hope you continue to underestimate me Jessie. I want you to truly make this match all about you because it will make it that much sweeter when I kick your sorry ass from pillar to post.

You see I don’t underestimate anyone. I just look to prove everybody wrong. I will be doing that come Sunday.

Violet chuckles a little under her breath.

”High Stakes will be the night I pull off the greatest feat of them all. I will destroy Jessie Salco and there is nothing she can do to stop me. She has no bargaining chip. She has no talent. All she has is a complaint tree a mile long. After this Sunday, she will have more to complain about once I plant her head into the canvas. It will be a picture perfect ending with my arm raised high into the air as Jessie Salco is looking up at the lights.

The Five foot of Crazy is going to unleash hell and Jessie Salco is the main target.”

Climax Control Archives / The Holt Chronicles: Prologue
« on: November 06, 2020, 06:59:58 PM »

Viewer discretion is advised.

Off Camera

“There is nothing good on television,” Violet voices as she scrolls through the channels on her television. The level of boredom was starting to rise as the rain was coming down harder. “This fucking sucks,” she says to herself while trying very hard to find something interesting to watch. “I can’t wait till this year is fucking over with,” she continues to voice her disdain for being cooped up inside her apartment. She is just about to put on one random movie when her phone starts going off. “Jesus! Why in the hell did I pick that as my ringtone?” she questions herself while reaching over the armrest to snatch up her cell phone. She looks at her screen while scrunching her eyebrows at the number. “What the hell?” she questions while debating whether or not if she wants to answer.

Violet decides to decline the call as she places the phone down onto her leg. She continues searching the channel when her phone goes off once again. “God damnit, why can’t people take fucking hint?” she says to herself while declining the call once again. Her eyes look up toward the television screen. Her finger continues to push down on the television remote when a shadow of a man appears outside Violet’s door. She doesn’t notice the shadow at first until a loud noise comes from outside of the door. “Now what!” she exclaims while rising up off her couch and moving across the hardwood floor. She opens the door just a little as her dad steps over the threshold. “Daddy, what are you doing here?” she asks, a little confused.

Dustin James Holt doesn’t stop in the living as he moves into Violet’s bedroom. “Daddy, why are you here?” she continues to ask him as he has yet to answer her. “Where is your overnight bag?” he asks her. “It’s next to my bed. Why?” she continues to question her father’s actions. As he continues to move around the room like someone possessed, the scene flips to an undisclosed location where a middle aged woman with jet black hair stands next to a younger woman with auburn red hair with freckles all over her face. “Have we located that son of a bitch yet?” she asks her people as she looks at a wall of screens with hundreds of technical savvy individuals. “No, ma’am,” one of them says with a little confidence. The woman growls as she looks at the young woman standing next to her. “God, what must I do to find that bastard?” she snarls.

The young woman shrugs her shoulders as the scene flips back to Violet’s bedroom where her father is packing another bag for her to take. “Dad, are you going to answer me?” she asks him. “Violet, I don’t have time to explain but you need to get out of here,” he warns her while picking both of her bags up. “What are you talking about dad?” Violet asks, still confused. “Just trust me,” is all he says while walking her towards her door. “Where in the hell am I supposed to go?” she asks him. Dustin doesn’t answer her right away. He hears the sound of her phone. “I swear to God, whomever is calling me just won’t take the hint,” she says as her father walks over and picks the phone up in his hand. “Whose number is this?” Dustin asks while looking at Violet with a curious look on her face.

“I don’t know. I was just trying to find something to watch on television when my phone just started going off,” she answers him. Dustin takes a picture of the cell phone number and taps his fingers on his phone screen. A few seconds later he looks up at his daughter, “you need to get out of here now.” Violet looks extremely confused. “You still haven’t told me why?” she asks him again. “No time to explain,” he vaguely says while lifting Violet’s phone high into the air. “What the fuck are you doing with my phone?” she asks him. Dustin doesn’t say another word as he slams the phone down onto the floor. The phone shatters as Violet’s eyes widen. “Come, you have a plane to catch,” he finally says as Violet is still in shock over watching her father break her phone.

Meanwhile, the middle aged woman is snarling even more as she continues to ask her geek squad if they had found Agent Python. “Why are all of you so incompetent?” she asks them. “Why is this so important Madam Vance?” the young woman responds with a question of her own. “Agent Python nearly cost me everything. I was the biggest crime boss in Bosnia while leading those dorks on a wild goose chase. That was until Agent Python caught on to me. He killed the man I loved. I vowed vengeance,” Vance says in a fit of rage. The young woman cocks her head. “This man is the one responsible for killing my father,” the young woman responds. “Yes,” Vance says as the demeanor of the young woman changes. She turns toward a group of geeks. “You heard my mother, find this motherfucker now or you will pay the consequence,” she orders them. The geeks respond with haste as the two women watch the monitors with looks of disdain covering their faces.

“Daddy, where are you taking me?” Violet asks Dustin as they have been driving down US-41 for what seems to be for hours. “Violet, you keep asking a lot of questions and I promise you they will get answered in due time,” he tells her as he turns off the highway onto a darkened path. He pulls out his cell phone and makes a quick phone call. They come up to an aluminum gate as Dustin continues to talk on the phone. As soon as he hangs up the phone, the gate opens as Dustin pulls through it. The gate closes right behind them as Violet looks at her father with confusion racking her facial features. “Where are we?” she asks him while trying to find a landmark. Dustin doesn’t answer right away as he stops the vehicle out front of a building. Three men dressed in bulletproof vests and strapped with all sorts of weapons step out of the building.

“Agent Python,” one of the men announces as Violet raises one of her eyebrows. “Did you get my message?” Dustin asks them as he opens the rear driver side door and pulls out a large duffel bag. Violet grabs her bags as the men look at her. “Yes, we got the message. Link has been trying to trace the number but she is having no luck,” the other man said as Dustin stands at the bottom of the steps. Violet is still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her father lives a double life. “What in the hell is going on right now?” she asks while dropping her bags onto the ground. “Violet, welcome to Black Ops,” her father says as he enters the small building. Violet shakes her head while crossing her arms. “What the holy fuck?” she questions while not moving an inch.

“I see she has her mother’s attitude,” one man mentions to Dustin as Violet looks at her father. “You have no idea,” he responds while placing his bag on the table before turning back towards the door. “Vi, will you please come inside?” he asks her politely. Violet shakes her head while the men are laughing. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on and who these men are?” she demands while keeping her arms crossed in front of her chest. Dustin sighs softly while leaning against the wall. “This is a Black Ops unit that is attached to the government. We go into countries that our main agencies can’t go into without going through the proper channels. I am the commanding officer. My code name is Agent Python. The man on my right is Agent Cardinal. The man on my left is Agent Vyper. The man standing on the ground is Agent Hamlet. We believe Viola Vance has resurfaced,” he says as Violet looks at him. “Viola?” questions Violet as she takes a step towards the building. “Viola Vance, the former crime lord in Bosnia, is a former double agent who led some of our men into an ambush. Your father took great exception to that as he led a counter strike which resulted in the death of her first husband,” Agent Hamlet replies as he picks up Violet’s bags. Violet walks up the steps and enters the building.

She takes one step inside the building and her jaw drops. “My God!” she simply exclaims as her father stands next to her. “Now you know what I have been doing in between my wrestling career. I only ask that you don’t tell Shelby or Gory about any of this,” Dustin demands her. Violet keeps her eyes geared toward the row of monitors as she nods her head. “I still don’t understand what this has to do with me,” she says while taking small steps toward the center of the room. “We believe you are the key to finally putting this nut job behind bars once and for all,” her father answers as Violet’s eyes widen even further.

On Camera

Several hours had passed as Violet was walking around the perimeter of the building. She is still trying to wrap her brain around the stuff her father was telling her. Violet takes a few minutes to collect her thoughts while thinking back on the Halloween episode of Climax Control.

”The last time Samantha Marlowe and myself competed against each other. She came away with a win after I foolishly went for a high risk maneuver. I’m not trying to make any excuses. Samantha did well on that night after I spent most of that match kicking the living dogshit out of her. I know she has been having issues with confidence and it’s pretty fucking pathetic if you were to ask me. I mean seriously. How can someone who is proclaimed to be the greatest female wrestler have confidence issues?

Is tied up with your injury problems? Is it due to your inability to become the Bombshell Internet Championship? The fact that you have been on quite the winning streak should increase your confidence. Unfortunately, you are not in the ring with some idiot. I am looking to right a wrong that you had done to me in our last encounter. I am going to do everything within my power to demolish your confidence and self worth.

Violet slowly takes a minute to catch her breath.

”I don’t understand why everyone is so concerned with your confidence levels anyway Samantha. What makes you so special? Aren’t my confidence levels worth a damn? Or is it just because you need the validation of everyone around you? The fact that you were so quick to announce yourself back into the bombshell roulette division and then say you should be next line for a title shot is absurd. I held that title for two weeks but I was never pinned during my only defense.

Why must everyone jump in line? Samantha Marlowe has no idea what awaits her this Sunday. I am not the same Violet that you faced before. I am going to target all of the areas that are considered to be the weak points of your body. Let’s see, I could damage your ribs even further. I could make it feel like your ankle is in a vice. I could slam your head multiple times into the top turnbuckle while enjoying every second of it.

You see Samantha. My confidence is rising each time I step inside that ring. I know that my abilities are far more superior than yours. The nightmare that you have been seeing while talking to that lame psychiatrist will come to life. This Sunday, little miss Sunshine will turn into princess doom and gloom.

Violet continues to walk around the building as she looks up at the moon.

”It’s time for the Five feet of Crazy to crush you. Victory will be the only thing on my mind. Your time is up. My time is now. Climax Control will be the night my record continues to improve while I ruin Samantha Marlowe once and for all. I’m not afraid to lose but winning is my only option.”

Climax Control Archives / Same song, same dance, nothing special
« on: October 23, 2020, 09:22:15 PM »

The smell of fall is in the air as Violet Amelia Holt is sitting in an open field with her golden retriever and a book. She had been enjoying some time to herself after several days of training for Climax Control. She had been practicing different match styles that could pop up as the Halloween special happens to be this Sunday. Her father has told her not to listen to anyone as they could fill her head with lies and contempt.

”What a wonderful fall day here in Southwest Florida. The sun is shining, the wind is softly blowing against my back and my best friend is lying by my side. I can’t help but wonder how this Sunday is going to look when Sin City Wrestling’s flagship show Climax Control turns into a Halloween Bash. I, for one, am excited about being a part of something so unique but being the opening match makes it even more special. Now I am sure everyone is scratching their heads when I issued the challenge to that mediocre wrestler known as Bea Barnhart. Yes, I do describe her as mediocre because let’s face it. She is talentless. Plus, she can’t even put a sleeper hold on correctly.”

Violet takes her free hand and strokes it over the soft fur of her dog. She looks out at the people kicking a ball around while continuing to daydream about Sunday.

”You know something Bea, I do believe you have been struck on the head one too many times. Every time you have “submitted” me, Justin Decent says “due to Violet not able to continue” then you are declared the winner. Not once did I ever tap my hand on the canvas for you. Samantha Marlowe and Evie Jordan are the only bombshells on the roster who have made me tap. That’s what I mean by submitted. You see I never tapped against you. I would pass out every time. That wasn’t because you were so good. It’s because I wanted to be finished with the match. I mean how many times did I dominate you during our matches. I do believe that you would always fall back to that sleeper hold because you had nothing else in your arsenal.

However, this Sunday, it’s a different playing field because we could be in a match where submissions don’t even count. Did you stop to think about that one? Did you even consider the fact that pinfals or submissions won’t even count in the long run? No! Why? Because you are a one trick pony. You are Bea. Let’s recap what you have done thus far in your career. Let’s see, you lost to Candy, Evie Jordan, Alicia Lukas and Mikah. You have also been known to run your mouth but when the lights are on you fail every time. You failed at becoming the bombshell roulette champion on two separate occasions. You failed at winning the mixed tag championships and let’s face it you just don’t have the talent to go the distance.

Now, let’s look at what I have accomplished. I have beaten Dani Weston, Jessie Salco, Candy and Pandora Barrett. I also have held the Bombshell Roulette championship and nearly came away with the World Bombshell Championship. You say I am the worst wrestler on the roster. Really!? The only way you can beat me is using a piss poor sleeper hold. Seriously, is that the best you got. If I’m given the opportunity then I could wrap you up like a human pretzel. I can also beat you using multiple ways. What can you do? You can talk me to death. You can call me a liar. You can call me a bad wrestler. The sad thing is I have more talent in my pinky finger than you got coursing through your veins.

You want to call me a pampered daddy’s girl. Wow! Is that really the best you got against me? Let me give you a history lesson about me. From the day I first arrived on this planet, my father has busted his ass to get where he is today. I didn’t get everything. Hell, my father was against me when I joined the industry. I didn’t join this business for him. I did it for me. I’m not like you Bea. You hide behind your husband’s shadow. You act like your husband. You think everyone should worship the very ground either of you walk on. Well, I am not going to do that.”

Violet takes a deep breath before continuing with her thoughts.

”No, I am not going to bow down and kiss your feet. I am not going to say you are the best wrestler. Because I know for a fucking fact that Bea Barnhart is nothing more than a one trick pony with a god complex. So do you know what I am going to do come Sunday. I am going to march my 5’1 ass into Sam’s Town, march down to that ring, and shove my size 7 boot so far up your ass that you will be vomiting leather for months. Then I am going to take my fist and ram it down your throat. You see I am not coming to wrestle this Sunday. No. I’m coming to bash a fucking dumb ass bitch in the damn skull. I am going to send a message to whomever leaves High Stakes as the Bombshell roulette champion. I am going to knock you flat out Bea. So you can continue singing the same song, you can continue doing the same dance but in the end you are nothing special.

Bea Barnhart, you have no idea what hell awaits you come Sunday. I promise you, you won’t like it. Because it’s time for the Five Feet of crazy to run all over you.”

Violet lets out her deep breath as her boyfriend Gory is seen walking towards her. “You about ready babe,” he wonders as she gives him a smile. “Yes, I am so ready,” she replies while standing up to her feet. Gory walks up to her and gives her a soft peck on her lips. Violet returns the kiss as he picks up the blanket and hooks up Farley. “Did you guys enjoy your quiet time here at the park?” he asks her. “Yes, but now I’m ready to get rowdy,” she answers with a mischievous grin on her face. Gory just smiles as they walk hand in hand out of the park.

Climax Control Archives / Pandora's Box Exposed
« on: October 09, 2020, 02:07:25 PM »
The last time we saw Violet Amelia Holt was when she faced off against Evie Jordan in the main event of Climax Control. Violet has been very quiet since her tough loss to the now former World Bombshell champion. Her performance during that match had caught the attention of everyone inside the wrestling world. When the card for Climax Control 291 was first announced, her eyes lit up like a fat kid inside a candy store. Her mind had started turning about how she would visualize her punishing the English bombshell who just recently returned to Sin City Wrestling after disappearing for an entire year. Violet’s mouth was watering at the thought of proving how dangerous she could be inside a wrestling ring. This is her redemption story.

A couple of days ago, Violet was seen by her boyfriend carrying a wooden box into her living room. “What the fuck is this piece of shit?” Gory asks as his eyes lock onto the box sitting inside her hands. Violet just smirks while stepping in front of his face before placing the box gently down onto her coffee table made out of teakwood with a glass style top. “Are you going to tell me what that thing is?” he asks her again. “Don’t worry your precious head about this trinket Gory. It has no real significance in the grand scheme of things,” Violet answers smugly.

Gory sits up while holding onto the television remote. “Why shouldn’t I be concerned?” He questions her intention behind the box sitting on the table. Violet continues to look smugly at him as her sister walks into the room holding a book about the three musketeers. “What the fuck is going on right now?” Gory asks abruptly as Shelby kneels beside her sister as they start thumbing through the pages of the old book.

“Will you relax Gory? This is all part of my plan on getting inside the head of that idiot bitch who popped back up without even saying a word,” Violet answers him. Shelby nods her head as Gory pauses the television show he was watching. “Are you talking about that same chick who got her destroyed at Violent Conduct?” Gory implores them. Both girls nod their heads as he leans back against the couch. He starts chuckling as Violet drags her tongue over her lips while looking at her boyfriend of two months. “Yes babe, I get to be the next one who adds another loss onto her disappointing record here in Sin City Wrestling,” Violet tells him.

Gory sits back up and looks at her with a dark grin across his face. Without uttering another word, Gory gets up off the couch and walks out of the room. Violet watches him leave as Shelby smacks her on the arm. “What the hell Shel?” Violet yells at her while rubbing her shoulder. “You were staring at him again,” Shelby retorts. Violet just smirks as she moves her eyes back toward the box.

“So what do we do with this thing? It doesn’t look to be in the best condition,” Shelby wonders as Violet just chuckles.

”For centuries, there have been stories that spoke about unspeakable troubles that are contained inside this box. It has been said that sickness and death were just part of the contents. Well, I am here to tell all of you listening to the sound of my voice that this is nothing more than a hoax. The only thing I can see is an old box that was tossed around like it was some sort of game kind of like hot potato. Whomever ended up with it, had to make the choice of either opening it or destroying it. Now, I bet you're wondering what does this have to do with Sin City Wrestling and my upcoming match on Climax Control.

Well, you see, I have been tasked to be the next person who will face Pandora Barrett since she has returned to the company. Her promo against Apple, she made a lot of promises that I doubt she will be able to keep. One of them is actually destroying the entire bombshell division. Her first run with the company was a disaster as she barely maintained a record about .500. So how in the hell can someone who disappeared for an entire year make a bold statement like she did in her return. Did she not get the memo or something? Her last match on the roster before facing Apple was against Trinity Jones who embarrassed the holy hell out of her.

Grant it, she did beat Apple Coren but seriously when has Apple ever been relevant. Pandora showed that she does have some skills inside that ring but they weren’t enough to make her a legitimate threat to anyone on the roster. That was evident as she was basically dominated by the premier bombshell on the roster in Mercedes Vargas.,”

Violet pauses for a brief moment to collect her thoughts as Shelby just listens to the words leaving her sister’s mouth.

”Now it’s clear that I am no Mercedes Vargas nor do I want to be. I am the woman who will provide you with another loss on your ever disappointing existence on this roster. In case you don’t know who I am, let me educate you on who I am in the wrestling world. I am the woman who beat Candy on my first try. I am the woman who nearly beat Evie Jordan in my first attempt at the World Bombshell championship. I am the woman who embarrassed Dani Weston in my first encounter with her. I am someone who is a rabid animal waiting to be unleashed from my chain. I am the bitch who will look you in the eye then knock your teeth into the third row.

I am not afraid to get down and dirty. I am not afraid to get mean and vicious. You want to destroy this bombshell division well you are going to be in for a rude awakening. Because the only one who will be destroyed on Sunday is your punk ass. I don’t need to sound like some fairy tale narrator to drive my point across. I just need my wits, my skills and my determination to get the job done.

You can say “All for One and One for all” all you want because in the end they won’t make a difference. You see Pandora, I’m going to break your will. I’m going to embarrass your spirit. Then I will demolish all your hopes and dreams. See, I am the FIVE FEET OF CRAZY and I will use every bit of my body to hit you in every place. This Sunday, your days of being a plague to the bombshell division will be over. Because I’m going to drop you right onto your skull then I’m going to wrap you up like a human pretzel. The world will soon realize that VIOLET AMELIA HOLT is no longer playing by their rules.

So Pandora say all the prayers you want because come Climax Control, YOU ARE DONE.”

A video is playing on a large screen as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is sitting in a theatre type seat while watching the video. His hand is holding a remote while keeping his eyes glued to the content on screen. As he is doing so, his daughter walks into the room holding a large manilla envelope.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” Denise asks her father as she lifts her eyes up to the screen. “What are you doing?” she questions him again.

“I am trying to find some leverage for my upcoming match with Ben Jordan,” he answers her. She shakes her head while handing the envelope over to him. “What’s this?” he asks her while taking the envelope into his free hand.

“I am not sure dad. It was sitting on the front step when I opened the door. I didn’t see anyone drop it off,” she answers.

Travis flips the envelope over to read the return address. He mulls it over before looking up at his daughter. “Place this on my desk,” he orders her.

Denise does as she is told as Shawna Jennings enters the room holding her trusty clipboard in her hand. “Boss, when do you want to start the interview process?” she asks while scribbling onto her clipboard.

“Let’s wait till after Violent Conduct 6 is officially over and I’m no longer an active wrestler,” he answers her. “You got it boss,” she says while continuing to scribble something down onto her clipboard. “Shawna,” Andrews calls out to his secretary. “Yes boss,” she returns. “Make sure my wrestling gear is clean and pressed,” he insists.

Shawna nods her head as she pulls her phone out and makes a few calls. She leaves the room as Travis has not taken his eyes off the screen.

”How dare you Ben Jordan? How dare you sit there making weak accusations about me? Did you think I haven’t paid attention to how your career has gone since my departure? I know how good you have become since your failed attempt at being my friend. You have won the world championship. It’s no secret that I wanted that belt. It’s no secret how you exploited me just to make yourself seem relevant. Let’s not forget, before you decided to help me. You were heading down a very dark road leading to absolutely nowhere.

You had no direction. You had no drive. You had no determination. Do you know who did have all three of those things? Me! I had drive, direction and determination. That was until your cockney ass thought it was cute that I work with someone as a unit. Did you forget Ben? I don’t play well with others. There is a reason why I was the last one standing of the New Supremacy group. There is a reason why I did the one thing you never could have done. I seem to remember how you got your ass handed by the crazy man Chris Shipman. Yet, I face him and I make his ass tap out twice.

Now you think I am just going to let you walk all over me. Ben, you keep saying that you're not the same person. Funny thing is, I’m not the same man either. Unlike you, I have nothing else to lose. This is my last match and I am going to bring everything. You need this win to erase that horrific loss to Griffin Hawkins. You need this win to validate your self worth. I don’t need to win this Ben. I just want to hurt you for turning your back on me. I want to embarrass the hell out of you in front of everyone.

Winning this match would just be the icing on the bloody cake that I intend to bake this Sunday. Violent Conduct 6 is going to be a night where Mr. SCW takes out his longtime rival. This Sunday, I will make you regret accepting my challenge. Your blood will be worn like a prize. This Sunday, I am beyond the shadow of doubt, the epitome of Total NONSTOP Attitude. So Ben, you can cry me a damn river, build a fucking bridge and DEAL WITH IT.

Climax Control Archives / Calm before the Crazy
« on: August 28, 2020, 10:18:00 PM »
Title Match on Tap
On Camera

It’s been a wild couple of weeks for Violet Amelia Holt as she has taken most of the week to prepare for the biggest match of her life. Of course everyone has made a lot of accusations toward her about this match. One person in particular is Alicia Lukas. Violet is smirking while Alicia’s promo fades off her television screen.

”This must be eating you alive Alicia. All you ever wanted is to be the top of the food chain. Now that I have the opportunity to do it, you just want to tear everyone done who isn’t kissing the ground you walk on. This is going to be a fantastic night,” Violet says as she begins to vlog for her upcoming title match.

”I bet you are wondering where I am exactly. Well, that is privileged information. All you need to know is that I am more than ready for this match against Evie Jordan. I know in the past I have said that this particular championship wasn’t even on my radar at the time. However, I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood wouldn’t have placed me in this if they didn’t believe in me,” she continues to film herself in an undisclosed location.

Off Camera

Violet is taking a small break from her recording as she sits back in her chair. A slight knock wraps against the door. “Violet,” says a small raspy voice. “What do you want Hanna?” she answers. “Can I come in?” Hanna asks softly. The opens slightly as Violet pokes her head out to see her little cousin standing in the hallway. The young girl looks to be a little upset.

“What appears to be the problem?” asks Violet. “I’m bored and Shelby won’t play with me,” the young girl answers. Violet rolls her eyes before looking back down at her little cousin. “Why are you coming to me with this shit?” asks Violet “I thought you could tell Shelby to play with me,” Hanna fires back. “Shelby is a grown ass woman. She can do whatever the hell she wants,” Violet replies before shutting the door in her cousin’s face.

Hanna huffs while slamming her foot onto the floor before marching back towards the living room. Violet leans against the door before looking towards her boyfriend standing behind the larger video camera. “What was that all about?” he asks her. “Don’t worry about it babe. My cousin is nothing more than a whiny brat,” she answers while picking up her makeup bag.

“What are you doing?” he asks her. “I figured I would fix my makeup before we continue filming for my upcoming match,” answers Violet. Her boyfriend nods his head while keeping his focus on the lens. Violet steps out of the room as she bumps into her sister Shelby. “What the fuck?” Shelby blurts out. “Sorry Shell, I was headed to the bathroom,” Violet says. “What are you doing with the makeup bag?” Shelby wonders while looking down at Violet’s hand. “I have Gory waiting for me to finish filming my promotional video for Sin City Wrestling,” Violet responds.

Shelby nods her head while looking into her sister’s eyes. “When are you and Gory going to have an actual date?” Violet gulps a bit while pondering the question her sister just asked her. “I don’t know Shelby. We haven’t really wanted to do anything other than watch wrestling on the television or play video games. Why do we need to go on a date?” Violet responds. Shelby looks at her sister. “How are you going to combat the experience edge that Evie Jordan might pose against you?” Violet rubs her chin before looking back into her sister’s eyes. “I’m not worried about Evie Jordan,” answers Violet.

Shelby is taken aback by how calm Violet appears to be as she speaks. “Wow, I don’t remember seeing you this calm before.” Violet chuckles as she looks at Shelby. “Trust me, I got it covered,” Violet mentions as she walks toward the bathroom. Shelby shrugs her shoulders while moving towards her bedroom. Violet reapplies some of her makeup. She walks back out of the bathroom and walks back into her film room.

“Are we ready babe?” she sks Gory. “I believe so. I got the lens cleaned. I think we can start filming again,” Gory states as Violet gets into her position. “Alright, let’s do this,” she tells him.

On Camera

Violet is standing in the center of the room as the red light underneath the camera shines. Gory gives her a silent countdown before pointing his finger at her. Violet nods her head as she looks directly into the camera.

”Into The Void was a very special night for the both of us wasn’t it Evie. You became the world bombshell championship while I walked away with the bombshell roulette championship. Now I know that doesn’t make me the proper candidate to face you. Let’s face it, my win loss record sucks. It does suck. However I have managed to pick up strong wins during my career thus far. When I faced Candy for the first time, I beat her. When I took on Dani Weston for the first time, I beat her. Do you not see a pattern forming Evie?

When I face someone for the first time, I usually come out on top. Now I know that you are going to be more of a challenge than Candy but I’m not afraid of you. In fact, I will have to step up my game in order to defeat you. I can’t just rely on my mediocre talents as you and everyone else seem to think I possess. Well I look forward to proving all of you bitches wrong. You see, I didn’t want this championship at first. Unlike what Alicia thinks, I wanted to work my way up to this belt. You know, I had high hopes of getting my rightful rematch for the bombshell roulette championship.

Mark Ward and Christian Underwood thought I had earned this match after I beat Jessie Salco a few weeks ago. It wasn’t my decision but I will do everything within my power to take that belt off your hands Evie. I know how much you loathe wrestling ever since you married Ben Jordan. Think about it Evie. It was Ben who had to convince you to even enter the Blast From The Past tournament. It was Ben who convinced you to continue. Now that we all that established. Let me tell you what is going to happen.

Alicia Lukas and Andrea have both failed to defeat you. They are amazing talents but apparently they couldn’t get the job done. Now it’s my turn to exploit all of your insecurities. I know for a fact that you aren’t good against someone who is faster than you. Check one for me. I know you can’t handle someone who is smarter than you. Check two for me. My passion for this business is unmatched by any one.

I know you will think I don’t deserve this opportunity. You probably think it’s going to be an easy defense. The funny thing is everyone else believes the same damn thing. That was the same thing they said when I faced Candy. Do you know what happened Evie? I defeated her. How? Because I believe in my abilities. Because I know how good I am in the ring. I know that you have beaten everyone but there is one person you haven’t beaten. You haven’t beat me. I don’t see that happening.

My sister asked me why I am so calm. The answer is because I’m not sweating you Evie. Everyone else will be shaking in their fucking boots while standing across the ring from you. Not me. I am not afraid of some stupid cunt who isn’t all that talented. Evie you are just lucky. Unfortunately, your luck will be running out come Sunday.”

Violet steps closer to the lens as she takes a deep breath.

”Look into my eyes Evie. These are the eyes of the bitch who is going to cut you down. I’m not playing games. I’m calm now but trust me. I will not be so fucking calm when that bell rings. I’m going to slam my fist onto your head multiple times. Then I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass that you’ll be vomiting shoe leather for days. So you see shitstain. I am not worried about you. I am looking forward to kicking your ass all over that ring.

Evie has no idea what awaits her on Sunday. I am ready to unleash the five feet of crazy. This is my one chance to make history and damn it no one is going to stop me. Catch you on Sunday bitch.

Supercard Archives / Candy v Violet Amelia Holt
« on: July 31, 2020, 07:43:08 PM »

“Candy, Candy, Candy,” a voice echoes. “You should have just kept your noise out of my business,” the voice continues as the scene slowly fades into the small lower cabin which houses Violet Amelia Holt as she awaits her chance to finally put an end to the nuisance that has slowly become the major thorn in her side. Her feet are crossed as they sit on top of the wooden desk. Her sister Shelby is sitting on the bed with her blonde hair tossed up into a sharp ponytail. Violet is sitting at this wooden desk while watching old footage of Candy and trying to formulate a plan to dismantle the one woman who has been annoying her for the past several weeks.

“What are we doing today Vi?” Shelby asks while looking down at her phone.

“I would explore this god forsaken vessel but I’m a lot like our father,” she answers vaguely as her sister just shakes her head while keeping her eyes glued to her cell phone screen.

“I know you aren’t the biggest sailor Vi but I’m getting hungry. Plus I don’t know how long I can be cooped up in this room,” Shelby states while lifting her eyes up from her phone and looking directly into the direction of her big sister. Violet doesn’t seem to notice as her focus is solely on finding creative ways to hurt her opponent.

“You can go explore if you want Shelby. I am perfectly content to sit here while coming up with ways to hurt Candy in our big showdown,” Violet says with a wicked smirk plastered across her face.

Shelby stands up to her feet while stretching her arms up and out. “Why don’t you come with me?” asks Shelby. Violet just shakes her head violently as she keeps her eyes glued towards the screen sitting in her lap. “Are you really going to just sit here and starve?” she asks her sister while placing her hand on the door knob.

Violet reaches into her travel bag and pulls a granola bar out. “I have it covered. I don’t want any doubts left in my mind after I dismember that spunky little shit something about being in this wrestling business,” Violet answers her sister while opening the bar up and taking a bite. Shelby chuckles while stepping out of the cabin and into the galley. She takes a deep breath and marches down the corridor. She rounds the corner as her father can be seen standing with his back against the wall.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” asks Shelby.

“Where’s Violet?” he asks her point blank. Shelby shrugs her shoulders as her father takes a step closer towards her. “Don’t lie to me Shelby, where is your sister?” he asks her again.

“I’m not her keeper,” she answers.

“Shelby, where is your sister?” he asks her in a firm voice.

“Dad, I don’t think she wants to speak to you at the moment. She has kind of been in a very strange place since losing the bombshell roulette championship,” Shelby admits as her father nods his head. “You know,” she comments with her head tilted to the side a bit.

Dustin nods his head again while stepping closer towards her. “Yes, I know and I can help her,” he says while keeping one hand in his pocket. Shelby knows how her father works and knows that he will get what he wants eventually. Shelby continues to play dumb as he continues to ask her where Violet is located.

Meanwhile, Violet has finished watching all the footage that she could get her hands on and has set up her phone to begin filming.

”It’s funny how life tends to work out. The last time we faced off against each other Candy. You had something I wanted and that was the bombshell roulette championship. This time around there is nothing you have that I want but that’s not going to stop me from repeating the same outcome as our last encounter.

You see Candy, you made the mistake. You thought I was your friend in this business. I don’t know what wrestling school you trained at prior to joining the Sin City Wrestling roster. The general rule in the wrestling world is that there is no such thing as friends. The fact that you honestly thought I wanted you to be my friend was laughable at best. The first thing you should know is that I am a Holt and we don’t trust anyone. We are like that snake in the grass who slithers underneath the brush.

Now you wanted an explanation for why I spiked you face first into the bombshell roulette championship belt. You kept asking me to explain my actions and yet I didn’t answer you. You kept calling me out but you still got nothing from me. That should have been the first indication that I didn’t have to explain myself to you or anyone. In my eyes, what I did was just the wake up call.

Since then, you have been nothing more than a pain in my ass. I swear to fucking god that if I have to hear you fuck my name up one more time then I’m going to lose my damn mind. My name is Violet Amelia Holt. This upcoming Sunday, I will make history yet again. I will be the first person to have kicked your ass on two supershows. Not only will I finally teach you a lesson in trust but I will keep you away from the one title that still belongs to me.

I shouldn’t take you lightly but that’s not going to be the case. Candy has no earthly idea the kind of hornets nest she has kicked up. Candy will soon find out just how dangerous I can be when I’m cornered. This is my time to finally put you out of your misery once and for all. Don’t trust a Holt and don’t trust the FIVE FEET OF CRAZY.

Climax Control Archives / Wrong Place, Wrong Time
« on: July 10, 2020, 05:04:59 PM »

“Violet!” a voice echoes throughout the gym as Violet is inside a Torment ring training with Lydia Michaels. Lydia was screaming at the top of her lungs as Violet pulled back on her neck after locking her in the pick pocket submission. Lydia is tapping her hands repeatedly on the canvas as Violet continues to keep the pressure until Jake Donaldson comes running up with Violet’s father right beside him. “Violet,” Jake shouts again trying to get her to release the hold. Violet continues to keep the hold in tight as her father slides into the ring and looks right into her eyes.

Violet finally lets go of the hold as Jake helps Lydia out of the ring and walks her over towards the medical trainer’s office. Violet snarls while rolling out of the ring. “Violet!” her father shouts once again as she stops in her tracks. “What?” she questions with disdain in her voice. “What was the meaning of that back there?” he asks her. “Lydia asked me to train with her and I did,” Violet answers vaguely. In the back of her mind, she was picturing Candy and Seleana Zdunich being the one locked in that hold. A vicious smile appears on her lips as her father looks at her. “You could have seriously injured her Violet,” he scolds her as she just waves him off.

Dustin watches his daughter move towards the locker room when his long time friend Valerie Beasley walks up next to him. “She has a lot of anger pent up inside,” Valerie mentions as she uses her towel to blot away some sweat that was dripping off her forehead. Dustin just watches with concern showing on his face. As Violet enters the locker room, her older sister Charlotte Grace is leaning against one of the lockers just smirking from ear to ear.

“I see daddy’s little princess is throwing a temper tantrum,” Charlotte says in a mocking tone towards her sister. It’s no secret that Charlotte and Violet haven’t gotten along since their mother left their father after giving birth to Shelby. Charlotte is constantly downplaying the athletic ability of her sister while also using every second to bash their own father. “What the fuck are you doing here Grace?” Violet asks. “My someone clearly has a potty mouth,” her sister answers jokingly.

Violet gets right up into her sister’s face. “Do you really want to do this now bitch?” Violet asks her. Charlotte holds her hands up while waving her hand in front of her nose. “You need a breath mint,” Charlotte jokes as Violet punches the locker directly next to her sister’s head. “I bet that hurt huh,” she mocks as Violet grabs the front of Charlotte’s shirt. “You ought to be glad that I didn’t connect with your face,” she says while gritting her teeth.

“Knock it off you two,” a voice rings out as both girls look to see their father standing near the door. “Don’t shout at me old man. Your daughter is the one who is trying to hit me,” Charlotte lies to her father. “Charlotte, why don’t you go see if Valerie needs a training partner,” he orders her. Charlotte just smirks as she walks out of the room. Violet snarls again while taking a seat on the bench located in front of her locker. Dustin walks right up to her and takes a seat next to his daughter.

“What’s going on Vi?” Dustin asks her point blank. “I’m just tired dad,” she answers him vaguely. “Well, then head back to the hotel and rest,” he replies but she shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant dad. I am tired of being given the shit end of the stick every time I look to make a serious go at making a name for myself,” she says while looking directly at the gray colored locker door. “What do you mean?” her father asks, looking confused. “Isn’t it obvious dad? I lose the Bombshell Roulette Championship without even being pinned and yet the current champion has yet to defend her championship,” Violet states as her dad still looks confused. “I don’t understand why you are upset over this,” wonders Dustin.

“I’m just over being treated like some kind of jobber. Seleana couldn’t beat me on her worst day which is why she had to beat Jessie Salco. She couldn’t earn a one on one opportunity so instead she gets handed a shot in a multiple person style match up. That’s what happened. Now, she has done nothing with that belt. She doesn’t care about the prestige. She only cares about looking good for her idiot wife who can’t decide what name to use,” Violet tells her father as she stands up to her feet. Violet grabs her phone from her purse and walks out of the room.

Violet walks into an empty room and closes the door behind her. She walks around the room before finding a good spot to sit. She brings her phone up towards her face and switches the camera so her face is seen in the lens. She hits the record button and proceeds to clear her throat.

July 13, 2020 marks my return to Climax Control after I was robbed of my opportunity to be an outstanding champion. Ever since that night, I have made it my goal to do everything within my power to get back what is rightfully mine. I don’t care who gets put in my way because I will bowl over you. Candy is no real threat to me seeing that I’ve already beaten her once before and I can do it again.

However this Sunday, I have been tasked once again to play welcome wagon to another veteran bombshell who has a massive following. Why am I a magnet for veteran bombshells? Let’s not forget I beat Dani Weston who was a former World Bombshell Champion. I wasn’t supposed to beat her but yet I did it. I wonder how healed Samantha Marlowe really is as she heads into this match.

I’m sure she is just ready to get back into that ring and give the people at home a hero to be proud of these days. Well, I don’t believe in heroes. I believe in being the absolute best inside that ring. Unfortunately, this night will not go as planned for you, Sam. How do I know this? Because I plan on using you as my prime example of what I am truly capable of when I am pissed off.

I have the utmost respect for what you have achieved thus far in your career, Sam. However, I am not looking to exchange resumes. I am going to enter this match with one goal in mind. That goal will be to beat you within an inch of your life. I’m going to make you wish that you’d chosen another day to make your long awaited return to the squared circle. You can make all the claims in the world but I know for fact that I have more to prove in this match than you. I must prove that my reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion wasn’t a fluke. I must prove that I deserve another shot. In order for me to prove it, I will take you out. Samantha Marlowe, you will regret stepping into the ring with someone like me. I will treat you the same way I treated Dani and Candy. I will show no mercy and I will show no remorse. You will find out first hand what being FIVE FEET OF CRAZY is all about. In the end, it will just be a WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME.

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