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.
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.”