1st November 2015
Climax Control 129
Palacio de los Deportes Virgilio Travieso Soto
Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

The first round of the Going for the gold tournament, and I was drawn against Samantha Marlowe, who was making her return after being destroyed by The Fallen a few months back.  And while I wasn’t too bothered about whether I progressed or not, I still made an effort in the match but it was Samantha Marlowe who came out on top and was now advancing to the next round.

\\\  Amy rolls Sam over near the ropes and pins her but Marlowe manages to put her foot on the bottom rope in a weak kick out attempt which stops the count. Amy can’t believe it and starts to argue with the referee saying that she should be the winner of the match. Getting to her feet, Amy holds up her arms like she has won but the referee pulls them down as Sam pulls herself up by the ropes. Amy turns to attack once more but is stopped by a spear from Marlowe. In the middle of the ring, Sam wraps her legs around a downed Amy Marshall and then grabs at her head. Amy tries to fight it but Sam attempts to get her arm around the head of Marshall.

Marshall struggles to power out of the hold but Sam grabs her head and then in desperation tucks it into her arm applying the choke hold. Amy fights it until Sam rears back putting too much pressure on Amy forcing the tap. Sam lets go of the hold at the sound of her music starting to play.

Justin Decent: Your winner, by submission…SAM MARLOWE! ///

Rolling myself out of the ring coughing and spluttering, giving myself a few moments to recover, I pull myself to my feet, ignoring the fact that Veronica Taylor had come to ring and attack Sam, I slowly make my way away from the ring and up the ramp to the backstage area, where I am met by the sight of Joey and Scott Oliver talking.

“Uh hi guys”

I grab some water and take some in before sitting down on the nearest crate, where I rub my neck and stretch a little.

“Sorry Amy… how are you? Looked like a brutal end.”

Joey asked.

“I’m good. And the move didn’t hurt much… just tough to escape.”

“Uh Amy, can I have a few words with you?”

Scott butted in.

“Sure… but be quick.”

I shrugged.

“Thanks… Firstly what is it like to be out in the first round of the tournament?”

“Relief.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a weight off my shoulders, and I don’t want any more title shots for a while.”

I shrugged, as I rubbed my neck.

“Why?”

He asked once more.

“I just need a break away for my sanity.”

I explained in an honest way.

“Ok… how far do you think Sam will go and who will be the winner of the tournament?”

Scott continued.

“She will go out second round and far as the winner… don’t really care, as long as they beat Mikah or at least knock her down a few pegs.”

I answered honestly.

“Well thank you Amy and see you around.”

“Yeah”

I frown, as Scott Oliver walks off leaving me and Joey Alone.

“So what were you guys talking about?”

I query.

“Nothing exciting…  come lets go back to the locker room, looks like you need a neck massage.”

Joey said grabbing my hand.

“Sound like a plan.”

I smile, as I grip his hand, as the scene soon fades out with myself and Joey heading back down the corridor and towards the locker room.


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8th November 2015
Climax Control 130
Kingston, Jamaica
University of the West Indies.

The scene opens up inside the University of the West Indies for Climax Control 130, where Amy wasn’t booked for this week and instead she hung out backstage with Joey, Jessie- who also wasn’t booked for that card, Jake and Shane as they prepared to settle down and watch the show.

“This is nice.”

Amy says ignoring the first match on the TV.

“Yeah, we haven’t hug out for a while.”

Jessie says with a nod.

“My fault to be honest.”

Amy said with a shrug.

“She can’t get enough of my charming good looks.”

Joey smirked as he insinuated the reason for not hanging out with Jessie.

“Such an ass. And that isn’t the main reason.  Just time and of course being a little busy.”

Amy shrugged.

“It’s cool.”

Jessie said with a smirk, as she turned her attention back to the TV.

“This should be interesting.”

Jessie referred to Roxi Johnson vs. Twisted Sister, as she and I leant forward and watch the match intently.

\\\ Twisted Sister finally emerges from under the ring, appearing empty handed to Roxi, but she’s clutching something in her hands. She’s crouched forward and when she turns around, Roxi leaps off the top turnbuckle right towards her! The look on her face turns horrified however, as Twisted Sister’s hand comes into view and she has a steel chain wrapped around it and she nails Roxi in the head as Roxi crashes against her and Jasmine immediately calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman you winner by disqualification and advancing to the next round…Roxi Johnson!!

Jasmine immediately exits the ring to check on both women. Twisted Sister has disappeared, having crawled under the ring, as Roxi is holding her head. As the camera zooms in a little closer blood can be seen on Roxi’s hand and Jasmine St. John calls for medical attention! A few moments later, Roxi’s wife and tag team partner, Keira, dashes down the ring with medical personnel following behind her as the head over to check on Roxi.

Keira and the medical staff help Roxi back to her feet, and there is a large gash in Roxi’s forehead and she’s dazed and confused. As Keira and the others help Roxi towards the back, a loud noise startles them, and they turn around.

Twisted Sister has emerged from under the ring wielding a chainsaw and she’s has turned it on! She revs it up as she stares right at Roxi with a crazed smile on her face! Keira looks horrified as she tries to quickly get Roxi towards the back and Twisted Sister tries to give chase with the chainsaw! Security guards surround Twisted Sister as Roxi and Keira disappear backstage. ///

“Holy shit!”

Amy looks at Jessie, who looks as equally shocked by everything, as Amy gets to her feet.

“Where are you going?”

“To check on Roxi…”

“Why?”

“Friend or foe… I want to see if she ok. That shit is fucked up.”

Amy said, as she leaves the locker room and quickly walks towards the curtain area, where she sees the area swamped with security and medics, as Amy spots the dazed and confused Roxi Johnson being ushered by EMT’s and Keira Fisher.  This doesn’t stop Amy, as she approaches Roxi.

“Hey… are you ok?”

Amy asks with concern and then looks at Roxi’s wife.

“Just don’t.  I was asking Roxi… not you.”

Amy glares at Keira, but refrains from any further actions considering what just happened.

“I…I’m ok… I think.”

Roxi said not sure what to say or even answer, as the medic ushers her away, as Keira shrugs and follows them, leaving Amy and a whole load of security and other lookers alone, as they wonder how they will be escorting Twisted Sister away.

The scene soon fades out, as Amy back away from the masses and heads back to the changing room, to watch the rest of the show, although she and Jessie would be maybe a little distracted from the sickening act from Twisted Sister on Roxi.


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9th November 2015
Kingston, Jamaica
Half Moon Resort

The scene opens inside the half-moon resort, where we see Amy slowly packing up her stuff, as she prepares to head to Cuba for Climax Control 131, where she is set to face off against Alexis Edwards for the Internet Championship. However, for now she was focused on packing and catching the flight to Havana, heading into the bathroom she grabbed her hair products, make up, toothbrush and toothpaste and returned back into the main area, where she peers out onto the balcony front, wondering how much longer Joey was going to be on his phone call.

Sighing, Amy places her stuff into the suitcase before, as she watches Joey hang up and return inside.

“What was that about?”

Joey places his cell on the bed.

“I have to head back home... to Santa Rosa.  I’m needed on some business in Sacramento. I can’t get out of it. Sorry.”

Joey places a hand on Amy shoulder.

“It’s fine.  When do you have to go?”

Amy queried with some sadness in her voice.

“I’ve booked a last minute flight out.  The flight leaves in a couple of hours. I will watch your match from home and have my fingers crossed for you.”

Joey flashes his gorgeous smile, before pulling Amy close and hugs her.
“I’ll miss you.”

Amy says holding him tight and inhaling his fragrance.

“Me too. Anyway less hugging… you have a flight to catch.”

“Shit Yeah!”

“I’ll come with you to the airport and see you off. I’m quite jealous that you are going to Cuba. Always wanted to try a genuine Cuban cigar.”

“I’ll buy you one.”

Amy said, as she grabs her remaining shoes and clothes and begins to fold them neatly into the suitcase, while pacing the shoes on top.

“Thanks.”

Joey looks at Amy for a moment, before picking up a shoe and placing it on the bed.  He then takes a look around for anything else, as he soon contemplates having to pack his own bag for the flight back to California.

“Aren’t you packing?”

Amy queried, as places the last item into the suitcase before zipping it, as she grabs her camera and laptop bags and places them on top before grabbing a small bag and rummaging through it, as she checks for her passport, keys, wallet and various other bits and pieces.

“I’ll pack my bits after I’ve dropped you off at the airport. It’s not a million miles away. So are you ready?”

Joey explains and asks.

“I think so. I’ve got everything.”

“Good.  Let me give you a hand.”

Joey grabs Amy’s suitcase, while she picks up her camera case, laptop bag and her small bag and they head out of the hotel and towards the hire car they hired for the week. Where the scene soon fades out with Amy’s stuff being loaded into the trunk of the car and Joey and Amy climbing into the car and Joey driving them to the airport.


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12th November 2015
Havana, Cuba
Vlog

I was a little surprised and stunned that I would get a match like this, I thought I would be too far down the pecking order and that I wouldn’t be getting another title shop for months.

To be honest… I don’t deserve this shot, it belongs more to Lucy Seraphina since she lost it.  I’m surprised that the Twifallen (Twilight/Fallen) reject hasn’t bitched about it. Although she doesn’t say much in the first place, so why would she bother.

Anyway… no doubt our so called Internet champion would vouch and say that i shouldn’t be in this match nor getting a title shot.

But…

While I am undeserving, I’m not going to exactly lie down and let Alexis have an easy match for her sake, it would be completely dumb not to take advantage and try to become a three time champion. Although I doubt I could handle losing my first defence.

Anyway Alexis Edwards.

Not such a nobody anymore… more like an over opinionated spoilt little princess with the mouth as big as Donald Trump’s who evidently likes to rehash my opinions about first title defences, congrats Alexis way to show originality and make yourself stand out. You see while I said it defines you as person, I said nothing about nerves… and my defence I was never nervous, I was never doubting myself, I was always ready and prepared… maybe too over prepared… but I always tried hard and nobody can fault me for that.

Although when you are going for a title… we all become try-hards and push hard and work hard just to capture the title only to fail at the defence hurdle.  So you may expect an upset and maybe a few tears and some toys being thrown out of a pram, as Alexis won’t be pinning me, but I will be pinning Alexis.

Like it or not Alexis I am in this match…

You can bitch, you can moan, you can stamp your feet… but I don’t make the matches OUR bosses make the matches and while I have stated in the past that i am shying away from title matches, they obviously see me as the money maker of the show and obviously you need a little help.

You see Alexis, I have no plans to chance after any titles… I am here to wrestle.

Do you realise how elated I was to lose to Sam Marlowe a few weeks back in the going for gold tournament.

Anyway…enough of this bitching and how bitter you sound… I don’t know about you, but I’m wrestling Sunday night for the Internet title. As I said like it or not I am in this match, I am going to wrestle, I am going to kick your pathetic bitter ass all over the ring.

I will show that you are still that pathetic attention seeking rookie with just a big mouth and very little skill.

Sunday night I am bouncing back and knocking you down a few pegs.

 20th September 2015
Estadio Luna Park - Buenos Aires, Argentina
Climax Control #126

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner and the NEWWWW Bombshell Internet Champion…LUCY SERAPHINA!!!!

Those words uttered by Justin Decent shattered my heart into a million pieces, as Lucy Seraphina become the new Internet champion.   I don’t know if it was the pressure of the situation or i was too over confident, but what happened inside the ring… I ended up defining myself as a loser and someone who cannot keep a title for shit.  I disappointed myself and disappointed my fans – I fought hard to win the title back from Roxi… and it took one match against someone who has been barely in the company five minutes to take it away.

Moments after Lucy had pinned me, I got back to my feet, as I look at Lucy celebrating… celebrating her first title win, celebrating beating me… celebrating my failure… but I couldn’t fault her for tenacity and the heart she showed… I wanted to leave there and then and get severely drunk.  However, it wouldn’t be happening, as Lucy want to shake hand, which I obliged in doing so

As I grabbed her hand, the crowd commotion rose, thinking it was for me and her… I gave a small smile, but quickly my smile changed as Alexis slides into the ring and jumps back to her feet then dives towards me, delivering a forearm to the back of my head that sends me crashing against Lucy!

Leaving me stunned and disorientated, it gets only worse as I feel several boots to my head and then my face and head driven into the mat, from what feels like a leg drop, but before I could get my bearings or even fight back, I feel myself being pulled back up but I quickly fall to the mat, as I wonder what the hell is happening.

I push myself up a little, as I shake my head and regain my bearings, I look over at Lucy, who appears to be fighting Alexis Edwards.  Why was she interfering, she had no right to be here… just why.  I push myself up to my feet looking to fight back but as soon as I do get to my feet…

Pain and blackness.

Slowly coming too backstage, my head throbbed and I was confused… Slowly sitting up, I look around to find that I am in the medical room, holding my head I feel a large lump at the back of my skull.

“Fuck”

I utter under my breath, as a medic returns to the room.

“Ah… you are awake. Do you want any aspirin and ice?”

“Please… what happened?”

I asked still foggy on the whole situation.

“You were attacked by Alexis Edwards, she hit you from behind with the Internet title.”

The medic explained, as he grabbed aspirin, water and an ice pack and handed them to me.  I take the water and aspirin and swallow them, before taking the ice pack and place it on the back of my head.

“Do I have a concussion?”

I ask, worried that I can’t get revenge.  As the medic grabs his medical case and comes back over, where he pulls out a light pen and beams it into my eyes.

“Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous, aside from the headache?”

“Nope.”

“Stand up,”

I climb off the trolley and stand before the medic.

“Close your eyes and keep still.”

I do as he asks and I don’t move.

“Good…. Well these are the basic checks for concussions.  You just have a bump on the head and a headache. No concussion. However, if your headaches persist, go to the doctor immediately.”

“Sure.”

I nod, as I adjust the ice pack on my head.

“Feel free to go.”

“Thanks.”

I make my way out of the medical room, as I look around to see everyone packing up and preparing to leave, which meant that Pussy Willow, Rocky Mountains and Scott Oliver have left, which mean no stupid interviews about what happened out there.

And if they did ask... I would let them know that I can’t remember anything, and it would be more speculation of why Alexis did what she did and as for Lucy’s win… I messed up and that I would be cashing in my rematch as soon as physically possible.

I then turn and head down the corridor, as I head back to the changing room, where I just wanted to shower and change and go to bed, however, with a pounding headache it is going to b a long night. The scene fades out as I close the locker room door behind.


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Monday 28th September 2015
Santa Marta, Colombia

The scene opens up on Amy jogging down one of the many white sandy beaches of Santa Marta, as she focuses on the running not the distractions of the bright blue sea, the white Columbian sand and the beautiful scenery that surrounds these. The only thing she sees and hears in the music blaring from her iPod and what is in front of her.

Noticing a quieter part of the beach further down, where it’s just a few rocks and fallen trees, Amy heads that way, where she stops and stretches a little before sitting down on the nearest rock and takes in some water.

Looking out over the blue sea, it gives Amy a chance to collect her thoughts, as she turns off her iPod.

“Santa Marta is a beautiful city.”

A male voice interrupts Amy’s thoughts and peace.

“I had noticed… too busy training.”

Amy said abruptly - a little annoyed at being disturbed.

“Why would you train, when you have beauty and history here?”

“I appreciate beauty, but when you have to focus on kicking ass… it kind of flies out of the window.”

Amy said closing her eyes and letting some of the sun hit her glistening skin, until the sun is blocked out by this annoying stranger.

“You look and sound familiar”

Amy opens her eyes and look up at the man before her.

“I’m Amy Marshall…  I wrestle for Sin City Wrestling.”

Amy said.

“No that’s not it.”

At this point, Amy rolls her eyes.

“Maybe you are a big fan of my movies what movie did you like? Roxxxie’s solo adventures?”

Amy suggested since that was pretty popular at the time.

“I preferred… Roxxxie fucks the new guy… Joey Santino.”

“Huh? Wait… what?”

Amy raises an eyebrow and takes a better look at this man before here.
“Joey?”

Amy queried… as she just about remembers the man from her past.


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Point Pleasant, NJ
September 2007

The scene opens up facing the blue sea of the Atlantic Ocean, where the waves lightly lap the white sandy beach, in which the beach is deserted except for a few late holiday goers further down the beach sunning themselves.  As the camera pans around, we see a gorgeous 3 bed apartment with glass front doors and large wooden deck looking over the beach. The deck itself is sparsely decorated with a few pot plants, along with a few sun loungers and a small table with an umbrella.

However, soon the empty deck is made busy, as four people – one carrying a camera, one with a silver make-up box and two other people dressed in beach wear (Green Bikini and blue checker swimming trunks.)  One of those people we recognised as Amy Marshall… however, back then, she was known a Roxxxie – they prepare to film a scene.

‘Roxxxie’ sits on one of the sun loungers, as the make-up person begins to apply her make-up, whole her filming companion looks on in awe of the scenery, however, deep down his stomach was in knots.

“Hey relax.”

‘Roxxxie’ says, as she opens her eyes up to look at her co start for the day, as she notices his stance and tenseness in his muscles.

“What is your name by the wa? Sorry I didn’t ask before.”

‘Roxxxie’ queried, as he lets out heavy breath and turns and sticks his hand out.

“Joey… Joey Santino”

‘Roxxxie’ takes his hand and shakes it, before letting go.

“Well Joey Santino… I can tell you are nervous.  But you have no reason too, I am not going to bite… unless you won’t me too. But just relax.”

Joey smirks and blushes a little.

“I don’t know why I am nervous… I’ve done some amateur stuff before.”

“It’s nothing compared to the professional stuff.  How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

‘Roxxxie’ probed.

“It’s fine… I’m 30.”

Joey leans against the fence, as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Wow… late starter.”

Joey shakes his head, as his nerves return.

“I was kidding Joey… just breath.”

‘Roxxxie’ gives him a warm smile.

“Scaring the newbie already Rox?”

The camera man looks up, as he does his final checks etc…

“Nah… he will be just fine.”

‘Roxxxie’ said reassuringly.

“I hope so… don’t want the kid vomiting on the deck. The boss won’t be too pleased.”

“Yeah… I must thank him for letting us use this place… I’ve never had the chance to film here before.”

‘Roxxxie’ said soaking in some of the sun for a moment, as she adjust her bikini top.

“Right… you know the brief?”

“Yup… play with myself, get caught by cute passer by… invite him on deck… and then some sucking and fucking etc…”

“Ever the pro Rox. You understand the brief Joey?”

“Yeah.”

He said.

“Well in that case… get into your positions and we can start.”

“Great.”

‘Roxxxie’ stands to her feet, where she quickly stretches, as she looks over at the ever increasing nervous looking Joey.

“Relax Joey.”

‘Roxxxie’ places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, which helps only a little.  He smiles at her before turning and going through the gate and a few yards down the beach.  Amy meanwhile, grabs a towel and places it on the lounger before laying down on it.

“And…. Action.”

The scene fades out, due to the not so PG happenings on that deck.


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“Hi Stranger.”

Amy gets to her feet and hugs him.

“Wow… sorry… just having trouble remembering your face.  You look good.”

“And you.”

Joey smiles, as Amy lets go.

“Thanks… what have been up to?”

Amy asks.

“This and that… travelling the world… you?”

“Oh god… lots of stuff… quit performing, started up a couple of business and new career.”

Amy gave a brief rundown.

“So no more Roxxxie?”

Amy shakes her head.

“Dead and buried. I’m using my real name these days. How about yourself, still with THAT Company?”

Amy asks, trying to avoid naming her former employers.

“Nah… I quit five years ago. I went onto pursue something more constructive and travel around.  So wrestling… different direct from porn. Have you killed off all of your past?”

Joey asks.

“Not totally… one of the businesses I run… is an adult entertainment company called 3-X Productions. As for the wrestling… I love it, I’m currently touring with the company I work for.”

Amy explains.

“Nice… you must tell me where you have been, so we can compare notes.  In fact how about we get off this beach and find something to eat and compare those notes.”

Joey suggested.

“Sure.”

Amy takes in some more water, as she takes a moment to watch Joey slowly walk away, before putting her water away.  She hadn’t seen the man in 8 years and in those 8 years, he had changed a lot… from his physical appearance to his confidence.

“You coming?”

“Uh yeah.”

Amy began moving, as she snapped out of her day dream and quickly caught up with Joey. The scene soon fades as Amy and Joey head down the beach, where they once again talk.


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30th September 2015
Marina Fitness Centre.

The scene opens inside the Marina Fitness Centre in down town Santa Marta, where we see Amy and Jessie Salco inside the quiet gym, as Amy stands in the centre of the boxing ring with a heavy bag wearing shorts, t-shirt and some boxing gloves, as Jessie who isn’t too far away is working out hard preparing for what is to come at High Stakes.

“So who is this Joey Santino guy?”

Jessie asks as she comes up during one of her stomach crunches.

“Just a friend.”

“A friend huh… if he was just a friend, you wouldn’t be slacking on the training front.”

Jessie smirked, as she continued her stomach crunches as her bruises from the brawl at Climax Control caught the light a few times.

“We were catching up and well he is kind of gorgeous.”

Amy gave the heavy bag a couple of punches before giving it a firm kick.

“Kind of gorgeous?”

“Ok… he is fucking hot.”

Amy admitted, as smiled and shook her head as she continued to use her Maui Thai skills on the heavy bag.

“There is nothing straight forward about your relationships… not even this Joey Santino guy.  So when was the last time you saw him?”

“Around 2007, we filmed a scene together. That’s was the last and only time I met him.”

“Brief.”

“Yeah… so how about you and Steve Ramone working together.”

Amy changed the subject referring to the brawl between Steve, Jessie, Tim Staggs and the female masked nobody.

“Common enemy etc…”

“Ok…”  Amy frown as she gives the heavy bag a few hard kicks before delivering a few more punches. “I think it was more joining in the fray and unleashing all your frustration on that random nobody.”

Jessie sits up for a moment.

“Yeah… I’m not really going to deny that… it was purely to make a point that I wasn’t going to let them get to me.”

“Worked… how are the cuts and bruises?”

“Tender… but they are nothing with I have planned for that masked nobody.”

Amy stopped and stretched a little.

“I would hate to be her.”

Jessie chuckled.

“So how about you… ready for this tag team match?”

Jessie quested.

“Not really… but I still have time to catch up with training.”

Amy said as steps back from heavy bag and grabs a bottle of water.

“What about Joey and Alexis?”

“Joey understands that I have to train and Alexis… I’m not too worried about her, she has her hands full with Roxi this week.  If she knows what’s good for her, she should focus on Roxi and not me. But if she does stick her nose in… then I’m ready.”

Amy leans against the boxing ring ropes.

“Good.  Don’t need a man and some uninteresting random nobody distracting you, as you try and get back the Internet title.”

Jessie shrugs, although she does have a small point.

“Harsh… but a little true.  Joey will understand that I need to focus.  Anyway… I need to get out of the ring.”

“And do what?”

“Yoga”

Amy said with a smile, as Jessie shook her head, where she did one more stomach crunch before climbing off the machine and take in some water.

“You do that and I’m going on the treadmill.”

The scene soon fades out, as Jessie gets up and heads over to the treadmill, while Amy peels off the boxing gloves and climbs out of the ring, before heading over to the mats, where she stretches a little, before focusing on starting some yoga.


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2nd October 2015
University of Santa Marta

Tag team action this week.. and I am not even partnered with Jessie, instead I am partnered with Candy Overton. Who even names there kids Candy these days? Seriously their parents must have been during childbirth.

Anyway… message to my tag team partner for Climax Control… Candy, I say this to every tag team partner I get except for Jessie… stay out of my way and I will stay out of your way.  Yes you are battling Melanie Gabrielle for the Roulette title, but I have my own battle to get back the Internet title.   Get in my way and I will knock you on your ass.

So Melanie Gabrielle firstly..

I may not be challenging for the roulette title, but I have no hesitation coming up against you and even helping Candy in her attempt at capturing the roulette title.  Hell I have absolutely no hesitation in kicking your ass and even pinning you to get that little bit advantage going into High Stakes V.

You see Melanie, I don’t care about you or the Roulette title… I care about kicking Lucy’s ass and I care about my rematch.  You are just collateral in my mistake, and a mistake that I am going to rectify.

Good luck against Candy..

Now for the main reason we are here…

Lucy Seraphina.

Two weeks ago, I didn’t plan on a number things to happen in that match. I didn’t plan on losing to you, I didn’t plan on losing my title and I certainly didn’t plan for Alexis Edwards to interfere in the match.  And trust me when I say that I had nothing to do with that...

But as you have gathered, I have activated my rematch clause, much to the dismay of little miss nobody rant on twitter, but it appears we are facing off against each other High Stakes V, but that’s still weeks away and we have this match on Sunday.

So this Sunday, Candy and I are facing off against you and Melanie, but I don’t really care about your partner nor Candy and their battle.  It’s all about our fight and me recapturing the Internet title.  You see Lucy two weeks ago, I don’t know what happened… I don’t know if I was distracted or unprepared … but you had my number and you pinned me far and square.

And while I felt heart broken and annoyed at losing, we both had more pressing issues post match, however, this time around things will be different… Sunday night Candy and I will be walking away victorious and get that upper hand going into High Stakes.

And at High Stakes, I won’t be making the same mistakes… I will actually scout you, I will watch your promos, I will watch your matches… I want to take back what I mine… something I fought damn hard to win from Roxi.

That Internet title is coming back to me like it or not.

And Sunday night will be the beginning of the end of your short reign… I will see you Sunday comrade Seraphina.

 After all the build-up, the trading of harsh words, mind games and even a personal unprovoked attack, I walked into Summer XXXtreme as perhaps the underdog, but in my first 30 minutes iron match, I prevailed and overcame my injury and defeated Roxi Johnson 3-2. Reclaiming the Internet title once more and in turn ending our long feud.

Summer XXXtreme 3
23rd August 2015
Sun Princess Cruise Liner, Brisbane, Australia

Amy rolls to the outside after dragging Roxi to the side of the ring. Pulling the leg of the champion around the turnbuckle post, Amy slams it against the steel. Roxi grabs at the leg in pain but Amy is quicker and pulls it out again to wrap it violently around the post. The fans jeer behind her as Amy smirks and turns to taunt the fans. Roxi pulls herself away from the turnbuckle and into the middle of the ring. Amy slides inside and then rests in the corner as she sees Roxi fighting to her feet. As Roxi stands, Amy charges from the corner and kicking Roxi to her knees locks in her la cavenaria finisher, cranking back on the body of Roxi who is screaming with pain. Summers is there to make sure that Roxi can continue. Roxi tries to fight it but finally submits.

29 minutes – Roxi 2 / Amy 3

Roxi rolls in pain as Amy is moved back by the referee. Getting to the side of the ring, Roxi pulls herself to her feet and turns to see Amy stalking towards her.

Adams: We have only thirty seconds left in the match!!

Roxi gamely straightens and pulls herself up in the corner. Amy reaches for the champion and is surprised by a kick to the midsection. Quickly trying to pull herself up in to the top, Roxi hits a springboard hurricanrana that sends Amy to the outside. Referee Summers moves to the ropes and begins to count a ten count.

Simone: Amy better be careful. Like I said, count outs do count as a fall.

Amy rolls under the ropes which interrupts the count then quickly rolls back to the outside. Suddenly the fans start to count down the final seconds with Summers making his ten count.

Simone: Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…

Adams: One…two…three…four…

Roxi rushes to the ropes as Amy taunts her from the outside.

Simone: Three…two…one…

Adams: Seven…eight…ni…

The bell rings before the ten count. Roxi can’t believe it as Amy gets on the apron and smirking at the fans has her arm raised. Motioning for Justin to hand her the belt, she raises it high as Roxi slides out of the ring and heads behind the curtain.

Simone: We have a new Bombshell Internet champion but that was very close.

Heading towards the turnbuckles, I begin to climb them as I watch Roxi disappear through the curtain, before raising the Internet title above my head and soak in the jeers from the fans, as I just smile not giving a crap what they think.  I then point down the camera and mouth ”Keira I’m coming for you”.  I then climb off the turnbuckle and out of the ring and then to the back.

Once inside the backstage area, I grab a bottle of water and ice pack and take a seat, where Scott Oliver soon approaches clapping and cheering, which obviously garners strange looks from those who are backstage.

“Congrats Amy, firstly how is the ankle feeling after that match?”

He begins with a smile, as he looks at the ice pack.

“Feels good considering I had dislocated it only two weeks ago. But I got through the match and focused on what I needed to do.”

I said moving my ankle around before placing the ice pack on it.

“So how was your first iron man match?”

“It was certainly an experience and considering it was 30 minutes, I admire those who do the full 60 minutes. But I thought it went well.”

I said before taking a long drink of water.

“My next question is, did you plan on the ending of the match?”

Scott asked as he leant against another chair.

“It wasn’t pre planned, but I always kept half an eye on the time and I decided to make a quick decision and it paid off.  If it didn’t we wouldn’t be standing here and we would be in extra time.  It was a risky move and it paid off.”

“Very risky indeed. But very well scouted.”

“Thanks”

“Now let’s talk Roxi.  Will there be any more of the feud or is it done and buried? And how do you rate this match compared to your first shot at the Internet title?”

Scott asked.

“It done and finished as far as I’m concerned. Though there is still a small matter of Keira and kicking her ass.  Anyway… as for the match… I rate it as one of my favourites that I have been in. obviously nothing tops making history and as well as becoming the Bombshell champion.”

I continued.

“Do you have any final wor...”

Before Scott could continue, Jamie and Justin come skipping into view, as they grab Amy.
“Party time! Time to celebrate your win.”

I laugh, as I give Scott Oliver an apologetic look, as I get to my feet and grab Justin’s hand.

“Sorry Scot.”

I pick up the Internet title and drops the ice pack in the bin, as Jamie, Justin and I head back to my cabin where I change before heading to a bar, which conveniently overlooks the ring.  The scene fades out with Justin, Jamie and Amy standing at the bar ordering their drinks.


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26th August 2015
Las Vegas, NV
Vickie’s Diner

After spending a day and a half travelling from Australia to LAX to Las Vegas, Amy finally arrived home and headed straight to bed to catch up on much needed sleep, however, the following day, she had planned to meet up with a friend, who had decided to take a hiatus while SCW was on tour.

“Thanks for picking me up.”

“Anything for you champ.”

The scene opens inside Vickie’s diner, where we see Amy Marshall and Kris Halich sitting at a booth with pancakes, waffles and various other foot stuff sitting in front of them, as Amy takes a drink of orange juice before cutting in some pancake.

“How is the jet leg?”

He asked.

“Will be fine as soon as I eat all this food.”

Amy smirks, as she shovels a mouth of pancake into her mouth.

“Good.”

“How about you… how are things with you? Missing SCW?”

Amy questioned between mouthfuls of food.

“I’m good… and I am missing SCW.”

Kris shrugged as he bites into a waffle.

“Then why not come back?”

Amy questioned again, as she frowned.

“I will do, once the tour has ended.  I will get back into the swing of things.”

Kris shrugged as he bit into a bit of bacon and down it with some OJ.

“Can you wait? It’s August and there is four months left.”

Amy smirked.

“I’m sure I can.  I have other places and other things that will get keep me occupied.”

“Ok.”

Amy shakes her head, as she leans back in her seat for a moment, as she watches a couple come into the diner before turning her attention back to Kris and her brunch.

“So how does it feel to be champion again?”

“Fucking awesome and I hope it doesn’t end soon.”

Amy smiles as the scene soon fades out as Amy and Kris continue to eat there brunch and continue to talk about wrestling and various other things including Kris’ relationship with Liz Smalls.


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Climax Control 124
6th September 2015
TSB Bank Arena - Wellington, New Zealand

::: Backstage ::::

The scene opens backstage, where we see Amy Marshall standing in front of a big tv screen as she watches the four way match between Jade Manendez-Arcador, Traci Patterson, Lucy Seraphina and Kate Steel, where they are battling  it out to become the number one contender for Amy’s internet title.

Earlier in the night, Amy made appearance inside the ring, obviously to give her thanks and apologies to Roxi, but also pointing out to Jade, Traci, Lucy and Kate, that she will be watching their match with interest and making notes.

Not being able to make it out, there Amy instead watched the match from backstage…

++ On the TV ++
Kate waits for Traci to get back to her feet and when she does she runs to the opposite ropes before diving through the ropes near Traci and nailing her with a Suicide Dive that brings the crowd to their feet, meanwhile in the ring jade has gotten to her feet first and, seeing the other two Bombshells out on the outside, takes the opportunity to call for her finisher.

Simone: She’s going for Jade’s evolution!

Adams: If she hits this she’ll be in a prime position to finish off Lucy since Kate and Traci are out at the moment!

Jade picks up Lucy and hooks her up for the move but before Jade can grab Lucy’s legs Lucy fights out of it before hooking Jade’s head and hitting her own finisher.

Simone: Assassin’s Night!

Adams: Stick a fork in Jade, she’s done!

Lucy goes for the cover 1….2…..Kate sees the pin and tries to break it up……but she fails! 3!!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner, “The Wisdom Angel” Lucy Serephina!

Simone: Great match and a great showing by Kate Steele.

Adams: That young lady has a bright future in SCW based on that performance!

Lucy leaves the ring and celebrates whilst Jacob checks on Jade and Kate pounds the matt in frustration while Traci recovers on the outside.

Amy turns away from the TV, as Pussy Willow approaches Amy and instantly asks Amy a question without any hesitation.

“What do you think of your future opponent?”

“Different and interesting.”

“Do you have any words for Lucy now?”

Pussy asked.

“I’m not going to waste my breath now, but I like to congratulate her on hard fought match, but it’s going to be a lot tougher and harder in two weeks, when I bounce her ass around the ring.”

Amy smirks before walking off, leaving Pussy Willow to finish up as best as she can, while Amy goes to find Joshua and wish him luck.  The scene fades with Amy disappearing out of view.


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Montevideo, Uruguay
1th September 2015
Video blog!

So I have an internet title match next week, and the genius’ in this company give me Mercedes Vargas and Raynin in a warm up match. Just fucking great… was expecting something or someone easy and instead I get two of the toughest chicks in SCW.

Plus side though; it’s non-title so I won’t have to worry about losing my title to Mercedes or Raynin.

So while I should be focusing on all my energies on Lucy Seraphina next week, I can’t do that while I am facing Mercedes and Raynin, so let’s focus on Mercedes and Raynin. It’s been a while since I last faced Mercedes.

Though I fairness you been stuck in stupid feuds with the likes of The Fallen and the moronic half of the mean girls, however, that’s all the sympathy you will be getting from me. You see Mercedes, I am stronger and more focused than ever, I have proven that I am tougher than Roxi Johnson and that’s has raised my spirits and confidence.

So coming face to face against you is child’s play and I will and can beat you… I am that confident that I can do it… I don’t care about my past failures against you.  I am ready to kick your ass all over the arena Sunday night.

Raynin…

Like Mercedes, we have faced each other too many damn times, it becoming monotonous and predictive, especially when it comes to having a title on the line and that’s when you step up and actually make an effort and drop all those silly little adverts and images from your promo’s.

You see Raynin… you are that damn predictable it’s becoming a joke… you are a joke.

But I’m not here to question your work ethic, instead I’m just going to focus on kicking your ass… well attempt to.  I’ve lost count in how many we have come face to face in singles and tag team matches… so much so it’s ridiculous, however, like I told Mercedes, I am still on a high from my match against Roxi Johnson.

I am ready for anything you bring at me…

So Mercedes and Raynin… you better be prepared to be severely let down, as I continue my winner streak and show that nothing can stop me.

See you Sunday.

 Climax Control 120
19th July 2015
Hong Kong Football Club Stadium
Hong Kong, China

…We see Roxi slowly trying to stir as she tries to save her tag team partner, but she is too slow as Jessie jumps off from the top of the cage for the Hurricanrana from the cage. But just as she shoots off the cage, she is caught by the Roulette champion and she executes an overhead back suplex from the shoulders of the Internet Champion. Dropping Jessie hard on the canvas.

Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy Shit!!!

Simone: Did we just see that correctly???

Adams: I just…. Wow…

A replay from the move can be seen on the split screen several times, where Keira uses the momentum of Jessie for her own momentum. Causing her to drop Jessie, while Amy fell down as well because of the impact. Roxi slowly crawls her way over towards Jessie as she drapes her arm across the lifeless body of Jessie. Jasmine drops down to the ground as she starts to do the three count.

Jasmine: 1!!

2!!!

3!!!

Justin: The winners of this match!!! Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher!!!!

Simone: No titles have changed hands, but what an impressive victory for Keira and Roxi!!!!
Roxi’s music hits as medics run to the ring to look after all four ladies before Keira and Roxi manage to get to their feet and leave the arena on their own strength followed by the team of Amy and Jessie while the fans applaud their efforts in their match.

Laying against the cage wall, I watch the ongoing celebrations of Keira and Roxi, however, while they won the match no titles changed hands, which I was glad about and no doubt Keira as well.  However, it mean that Roxi got the upper hand in this battle and that was something I didn’t want.

Feeling the cage wall move, I grab the ropes and pull myself up using them, as turn to look for Jessie who still lays on the mat after the failure of the hurricanrana and Keira’s counter as she leapt off the top of the cage.

I hobble over to Jessie, where I check to see if she is ok, before rolling her towards the apron, where I climb out of the ring and help her to her feet and head towards the backstage area, as I ignore the pain in my leg ad the boos of the fans.

Once in the backstage area, I am met by Jake and Shane, who help place Jessie down in the nearest chair, as they check to see if she is ok.

“Jessie, are you ok”

“Uh Yeah”

She said groggily.
“Don’t feel too bad about tonight.  Yes we lost and you didn’t get the Roulette title and as bad as this sounds… I retained.  But we both kicked ass tonight and we can be proud of that.”

I smile, as I place a hand on Jessie’s shoulder, which she is still not with it.

“Guys I’ll catch you up in a bit.”

“Sure.”

Jake said as he Shane help Jessie to her feet, as I hobble down the corridor towards the doctors office and ss I arrive at the doctor’s office, I spot Pussy Willow who notices that I am going to see the EMT’s and hopes to see if she can get a scoop.  Sitting down on the table, Pussy comes closer and into the room.

“I have no scoop for you.”

I say, as the doctor appears.

“How can I help you?”

The medic asked.

“My leg hurts.”

“No scoop. Just to see how you are and get your thoughts about your match tonight.”

Pussy asked, as she watches the medic begins to remove my boot slowly and carefully.

“I am ok thank you.”

I shrugged.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Knee more than anything else, I don’t think I have done any tendon damage. But can you just check.”

“Ok.”

The medic begins to feel around my knee and move my leg around, as I flinch a little before returning my attention back to Pussy.

“So thoughts on the match tonight.  Well tonight was a hard fought match as you can see and Roxi and Keira got the win over Jessie and I, which I’m not angry about because they needed that win and luckily for me I retained the Internet title and I owe Jessie for that.

However, I feel for Jessie not being able to capture the Roulette championship, but she will get another opportunity and she will win and she will beat Keira… I have faith in her.

For now though all my focus is on Roxi and her win tonight doesn’t mean anything except that she got lucky.  I will continue to break her down until there is nothing left but a shell.”

“Thank you Amy.”

“No problem.”

I smile, as Pussy Willow turns and leaves as I turn to the medic.

“So what’s the prognosis doc?”

I ask.
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“Just bruising.  Nothing torn… so just ice and rest.”

“Great”

I smile, as I climb off the table and hobble back down the corridor, as the scene son fades out as I enter the MPC locker room to check on Jessie but also shower and change.


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"All warfare is based on deception." - Sun Tzu</Center>


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What is Shibari?
In Japanese, “Shibari” simply means “to tie”. The contemporary meaning of Shibari describes an ancient Japanese artistic form of rope bondage.

The scene opens inside a traditional Japanese home somewhere in Japan, where there is wooden sliding doors decorated with flowers and dragons, clean white walls and wooden floors.  The house itself has several rooms all sparsely decorated with the bedroom just having a bed and wardrobe, the kitchen with a cooker, sink and fridge, while the living room has a small table at one end all set up for a Japanese tea ceremony and at the other end is a sofa, fireplace and a television.

Panning around and in the centre of the room, we see a woman wearing a white dress and tied up in an unnatural position where here arms are tied behind her back, while suspended in the air with one leg stretched out, while the other leg is bent and tied up.

The rest of the ropes wraps around her body making the dress cling to her body and accentuating her curves as she tries to struggle but the ropes restrict her movements and even making the rope scratch her skin.

To top off this sophisticated rope art in a ball gag in her mouth.

“Roxi Roxi Roxi… I’ve broken you mentally and now I can do it physically.”

Amy steps into view with a riding crop in hand; as we see the person all tied up is Roxi Johnson, who looks at the crop and mumbles something.

“What was that?”

Amy steps forward and pulls the gag from Roxi’s mouth.

“Don’t hurt me.”

Roxi said eyeing the crop in her hand, as Amy shook her head before letting go of the gag.

“Didn’t you hear me before? I will break you psychically. Oh and don’t worry its more pain than anything sexual before you get the wrong idea.”

Amy moves and then raises the crop above her head and then hits Roxi a few times across her Torso, legs and ass, and with each strike Roxi closes her eyes and makes no noise.

“Come on Roxi… squeal bitch.”

Dropping the riding crop, Amy picks up the flogger and begins to use it on Roxi and again hits the same places as before but again with the same reaction.

“Well you are no fun. Lets try something else.”

Amy drops the flogger and moves to be face to face with Roxi and grabs her hair.

“I will make you scream bitch.”

Amy slaps her around the face a few times, before turning and picking up a candle and lighting it.

“Wax is painful on intimate area’s, but since there is none exposed… there are other places just as sensitive.”

Amy grins, as she runs a finger down Roxi’s body and quickly stops and drips the wax on Roxi’s arms before stopping and letting the candle burn a little more as Roxi’s breath become more rapid, as Amy moves to Roxi’s legs and sprinkles the wax on her thighs and much to Amy’s annoyance still no reaction, until Amy stubs the candle out on Roxi’s foot.
Roxi screams behind her gag.

“That’s what I want to hear… but that’s the sort of torture I don’t want to do.”

Amy drops the candle and looks at her other equipment – nipples clamps, cane, Paddle and various other items that could mark the skin.  Taking a few moments to deliberate on what to choose next, Amy hovers between cane and paddle and thinking about lighting up the candle again, but instead chooses the cane.

“Now the cane… the cane hurts like fuck and if used correctly leaves marks to deep and red and maybe bloody. And will 100% make you scream.”

Amy giggles. As she flicks the cane in the air and makes contact with her own hand, before turning and begins to lightly flick it on Roxi’s hands at first making Roxi jump, before moving down and against lightly flick the cane against her ass before her legs and then feet.  All the while Roxi jumps at the contact as she tries to shy away but with no escape, she will just have to take it.

“Time to beg bitch.”

Amy begins to flick the cane harder, as she again works on Roxi’s hands as Roxi screams a little at first, until Amy begins to hit the cane on Roxi’s ass and feet a few times.

“I bet your ass is turning a lovely shade of red.  But just look at your legs and feet… just beginning to glow a nice red and those cane marks beginning to rise, but I reckon you could do with some more.”
Amy flicks Roxi’s ass a few more times, before placing her hand on her ass.

“Feels nice and warm…”

Amy grins, as Roxi whimpers from behind the ball gag.

“Do I hear a fear and pain?”

Amy again grins before raising the cane again and whacks it hard across Roxi’s ass before moving down to her feet and proceeds to hit them over and over again.

Roxi screams out in pain, before breaking down crying as she begs Amy to stop, but Amy continues to repeatedly use the cane across Roxi’s feet and legs and ass, as the dream sequence suddenly disappears and we see Amy waking up in a start, as she looks around her surroundings before looking at the clock before letting a sigh before laying back down and drifting back to sleep.


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23rd July 2015
Shitenno-Ji Buddhist Temple
Gokuraku-jodo Garden
Osaka, Japan



The scene opens inside the Shitenno-Ji Buddhist temple, where we see Amy coming from the Buddhist temple, where she had the tour of the temple and got to know the history of it and even took time out to pray to Buddha and leave a small donation.

However, it wasn’t until she continued out of the temple and further on that she found the Gokuraku-jodo garden, which was beautiful and splendid and instantly gave her inspiration for a promo.  Amy turns and decided to sit underneath a tree looking over the small pond in front of her and pulled out a small hand held camera.

Last week in Hong Kong, you may have thought you got the upper hand by defeating Jessie and I, but I still believe that I have the edge as I never lost my title nor got pinned and whether last week or even this week counts as a rematch… my Internet title is staying in my possession for the foreseeable future.

This week we are in the beautiful country that is Japan, a place where one day I would like to call home and a place where I will be making my name and become a legend in Japanese wrestling.  I’ve visited this beautifully amazing country twice… both times as a holiday as I took in the culture, the food etc… and now to have the opportunity to wrestle here is something that I dreamt about and I am going to soak in each and every moment inside the ring.

So going into this match we both have this little edge.

Your edge being the win last week in the tag team match, my edge being that I am inside your head, you have doubts, you are probably wondering when I going to strike next and the big one… the fact that I have broken you. However, our match for this week is a lumberjill match, although I don’t see why we have to have the whole bombshell roster surrounding the ring.

The only threat in this match is Keira trying to get her revenge, although if she is one if the lumberjills then its pretty pointless trying to stop any interference or funny business. But you know what… I don’t care about the stipulation that has been put in place; I am ready for anything and everything that will be thrown at me.

You hear that Roxi… I am ready and if Keira is one of the lumberjills then I am ready for her and ready to take her out.  Though it kind of sucks that I have one ally is this match, but it’s a small price to pay.

So… I wish you luck Roxi because I know we are both going to need it, but you more than me.  

The screen soon goes fuzzy, as Amy shuts off the camera as she soaks in the tranquility of the gardens.

 Arcador Family Home,
Soho Area,
New York, NY
1st June 2015
5pm



The scene opens inside the Arcador household, where we see Jedah and Elizabeth entering the large apartment, where Jedah picked up Elizabeth from the nanny shortly after finishing up his afternoon class at the school.

“Go pick a DVD to watch, while I find mommy.”

Jedah tells Lizzy, as she nods and skips off as she shows little effect from her small accident last month, in which she fell and bumped her head requiring a few stitches.  Jedah meanwhile walks through the apartment and finds Jade sitting on the bed folding a few clothes.

“Thought I heard someone come in.  Good day?”

Jade asks.

“Yeah… students progressing well… some are close to stepping up and getting a match.”

“Good good.  Is Lizzy ok?”

Jade asked with concern, still upset at the fact that she had to stay in Morocco for the Supercard, while Lizzy sat in the ER after her little accident.

“She’s fine.  And stop worrying, she isn’t the first little girl or boy to visit the ER.”

Jedah says, as he sits next to Jade and helps fold some clothes.

“I know… I know… just feel guilty that I was there.”

Jade shrugged.

“Don’t let it get to you… Just focus on the upcoming match you have.”

Jade gives a small smile, as Jedah hugs his wife close.

“I guess you are right.”

Jade gives a light kiss on Jedah’s lips, before being interrupted by Lizzy.

“Can I watch Happy Feet?”

“Again?”

“Pretty please.”

“Ok… but first give Mommy a big hug and kiss before she leaves for the airport.”

“Ok…”

Lizzy smiles and runs over and jumps into Jade’s arms and gives her a big hug and kiss.

“I love you mommy.”

Jade smiles.

“I love you too baby… and be careful when I’m away… you got that?”

Jade lightly scolds.

“Yes Mommy.”

Jade wraps her arms around Lizzy giving her one big hug and then a kiss.

“Now go drag daddy to the TV and put the DVD on, while I’ll finish up here.”

Jade gives Lizzy one more kiss, before slipping her off her knee and grabbing Jedah’s hand, where he stands to his feet and follows Lizzy to the living room to put the DVD on, while Jade continues to pack her clothes for the short visit to Saudi Arabia.


20 minutes later, with everything packed for the trip, Jade goes into the living room, where Lizzy is dancing along to Happy Feet and places her bag down, as she checks her watch, before doing her final checks and preparation.

“What time is the cab due?”

Jedah asks.

“About five minutes.”

Jade rushes around getting what she needs including travel documents and passport, all the while Jedah does something on the ipad, while half watching Happy Feet and Lizzy, who is still dancing when she can to the movie.

Beep
Beep

“Five minutes already.”

Jade shakes her head, as she slips on a pair of boots and a jacket.

“Right, hopefully I have everything.”

Jade looks around, before walking over to Lizzy and giving her one last kiss and cuddles, who preferred to watch the DVD, before moving to Jedah and giving him also a kiss.

”See you in a few days.”

Jade smiles before turning and grabbing her bags before making her way out of the large apartment, the scene fades out on Amy placing her backs into the drunk of the cab before getting in and the cab driving off and heading to the airport.


Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
4th June 2015
Vlog.


So with my head on straight and now focused, I am back in action and ready to go.

And I’ll be damned… I am facing off against Roxi Johnson for the Internet title.  I noticed that Roxi Johnson and Amy Marshall has been booked at Into the Void, but I would like to put a spanner into them works and ruin Amy’s pathetic little crusade against you and her delusions of grandeur… and it would be fucking excellent if I beat you and ruin this little friendship quarrel you have going with Amy.

I going to admit here that I am going to try my damned hardest to win, I don’t even give a crap if people say that I didn’t earn it, but Amy didn’t earn her title shot against Delia… yet she got one and won.  So why can’t this situation be the same.

So Roxi this is how things will go down Sunday night.

I want you 100% focused… I don’t care if you have friendship issues or can’t keep you pissed off wife on a leash, I need and want you focused and ready to kick some ass and make this match memorable.  However, if you can’t do any of these things then I won’t hesitate in taking her out and beating the shit out of you.

Hell I’m going to do it anyway… and I will take the Internet title from you at the same time.

I may have blown my opportunity at Mayhem In Morocco to have a brief case and choose any title I want, but I am not going to blow this opportunity Sunday night.  So I hope you are prepared and ready, because I am on mission to kick your ass and take the Internet title away from you.

 {ooc: There was more to this rp… but when to copied and pasted something but I lost some of it.  Apologies for the shortness of this rp.}


Mayhem In Morocco
3rd May 2015
Salle Mohammed V, Casablanca, Morocco

…Amy gets to her feet first and turns to face Raynin only to discover that Raynin has rolled out of the ring to give herself some breathing room, Amy decides to not let the champ recover however and, whilst ignoring Drew, walks over to the ring ropes and attempts a Springboard Hurricanrana to the outside but like before Raynin catches her, Amy tries to fight off the Powerbomb attempt but it doesn't work this time as Raynin hits the Powerbomb….onto the ring apron!

The moment my back hit the hard unforgiving ring apron, I couldn’t breath and my movement were limited… and the pain echoed throughout the whole of my body… but I had to continue.

...Realizing that Amy's back is, obviously, vulnerable Raynin picks up the former Champion and hits her with a trio of Backbreakers, when Amy hits the matt after she's hit with the Backbreakers to see if she wants to continue and Amy is pretty adamant in her refusal to give up just set and Raynin goes for the cover once Drew backs off 1….2….and Amy kicks out.

Raynin shakes her head at Amy's refusal to stay down before she picks up Amy to attempt a follow up attack, however once again surprises her with a sit out jawbreaker stunning the champ once more but the move does even more damage to Amy's back based on the look of pain on Amy's face following the move, Amy eventually wills herself back to her feet but her obvious pain has given Raynin enough time to recover and the champion attempts to hit Amy with a running lariat but Amy ducks the attempt, spins her around and hits Raynin with a snap DDT.

The Adrenaline partially helped me to continue, as well as my desire to fight and capture the bombshell title. But every move I made – big or small restricted me and I wasn’t able to give each of my moves the desired effect or impact to Raynin’s damaged body.

Amy eventually wills herself back to her feet but her obvious pain has given Raynin enough time to recover and the champion attempts to hit Amy with a running lariat but Amy ducks the attempt, spins her around and hits Raynin with a snap DDT.

Despite the obvious fact that she is favouring her back Amy goes for a cover on Raynin 1….2….and Raynin promptly kicks out.

Drew asks Amy if she wants to continue the match and, once again, Amy is adamant in her refusal to lose the match that way, by now Raynin has got to her feet and, despite the obvious pain that she's in, Amy wills herself to her feet and grabs Raynin's arm before whipping her off the ropes and attempting a two legged dropkick on the rebound but Raynin sees the attempt coming and holds onto the ropes causing Amy to fall flat on her already injured back! Raynin realizes what just happened and says this before going for the pin.

Raynin: Amy, for the love of god stay down! This title isn't worth sacrificing your career!

I still fought on… as Raynin hit me with her arsenal of move and I hit her with mine, as we both kicked out each time, but many-wondered how I was still able to continue until I made the bold and stupid move of going for a Swanton bomb…

Amy reaches the top rope and takes a few seconds longer than usual to straighten herself up for obvious reasons, once Amy is balanced perfectly she leaps looking for a Swanton Bomb but Raynin gets her knees up on instinct causing Amy's back to crash into the knees.

Amy is still conscious but she can't get up on her own without causing more pain to her back, she crawls over to the ropes whilst insisting that she can still fight but Drew's seen enough and calls for the bell.

… And right there and then the pain blurred everything and as much as I tried to continue, my body refused and the referee stopped the match. As Justin announced the winner of the match…

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen for Amy Marshall's safety Drew Patton has chosen to end the match, therefore your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Champion Raynin!

“Shit!”

Although perhaps a good thing the match was stopped, as the pain seared through me to the point where I couldn’t move, as the adrenaline began to fade, I looked up to the ceiling of the Salle Mohammed V arena for a few moments, until I saw Jessie, the EMT’s and… Raynin… check on me and help me onto the backboard.

“Are you ok Amy?”

Jessie asks, as she helps the EMT’s slide me out of the ring and onto a trolley.

“No”

I mutter, as I suddenly feel scared and claustrophobic and as the trolley is wheeled to the backstage area and towards the ambulance, as the fear finally hits me and I begin to panic.

“I… I… Get me off this… I can’t move… I can’t breath…”

“Is she going to be ok?”

“She is having a panic attack… give her some space.”

I claw at the Velcro and clips that hold me to the board tight, as my breathing becomes wild and ragged.

“Get… me… off…this.”

I fight for freedom, as the medics place an oxygen mask over my face, but I just pull that away, as one of the EMT turns and rummages through his medical kit and pulls out a vile and syringe.

“What’s that?”

“Just something to calm her down.”
“Amy calm down.”

The oxygen mask is back on my face, as I feel hands grip me and hold me down, as the EMT fills the syringe before removing any bubbles and then pushes the needle into my arm.

“I… don’t… need…”

The drugs hit my system and I instantly calm and I drift off…

From there the EMT’s continue to the ambulance with Jessie and they head to the nearest local hospital.


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Thursday 14th May 2015
Algiers, Algeria
Vlog.

Jessie; I can’t even believe that you are in this match, not that I’m complaining, as you deserve to be in this match; in fact any title match, unlike a certain someone who I will be speaking about shortly.

Firstly I like to thank you for the support I had last week, I do really appreciate it.  You are such a good friend and a tag partner to have. I love and respect you a whole lot, however, I knew that at some point that we have to face each other again, and I don’t know about you, but I’m dreading it.

However, we both know what is going to happen, as much as I respect and love you, I have to get that (re)match against Raynin… and I have no problem stepping on you to get it. But I won’t be blaming you either if you do the very same thing or even use my recovering back to get ahead or even win the match.

Whatever happens Jessie, I hope we can remain friends.

Mercedes; I don’t know about you… but ding dong the Mean Girls are gone and you should be glad to be out of that stupid little group.  In my eyes you were held back and had too much pressure put on your shoulders to be ‘perfect and flawless’ and that’s why you lost the Roulette title… and look… as soon as the Mean Girls died… here comes a potential shot at Raynin.

But I’m not going to let you walk in and walk out of the match as number one contender… and I know Jessie is going to give it her all, but I am going to do the same, since I have nothing to lose…  And because I know you all too well… you will firstly mock and insult me for my short title reign.

But in my opinion, it was my first bombshell title championship and I can learn from that mistake and move on and make my next championship reign better and longer.  Though I doubt you will see it like that… but frankly your opinions mean fuck all after spending your time with those empty headed moron’s.

Also because I know you so well, you will no doubt zero on my back and exploit that, but guess what Mercedes… Raynin tried to put me down but I kept on going, so you see, I am hungrier and want a second chance.

And while Jessie is a tough cookie, you are the most dangerous of everyone in this match, but I won’t be fazed… and you will find you won’t have it all your way.  So good luck Mercedes because you will definitely need ot.

And finally…

Mikah!

Who are you?

Forgive me because I don’t know who the hell you are or what you have accomplished in SCW.  But from what I gather… a soccer mom who is bored of family life and want to try wrestling for a living and thinks she is the great thing in the world.  Well sorry to burst you little bubble here sweetie, but you are way out of your league in this match and you have absolutely no chance of getting a shot at Raynin.

And you are just another ordinary soccer mom wrestler.

In fact you shouldn’t be even in this match… you just here to make up the numbers and just be the whipping girl, as we beat and discard you from the match, as we focus on each other and what we are here for.

For you its just trying to make a name for yourself… stop getting bored… for the rest of us it’s winning and going onto face Raynin for the Bombshell title.

So here is an idea… why don’t you drop out of the match… go back to playing happy families… and let the real wrestlers do their jobs.

Got that?

Good.

Now lets put on a good show and watch when I become the number one contender again.

  22nd March 2015 - Climax Control #109
Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle
Munich, Germany

Amy sits up and pulls Delia to her feet but Delia grabs her head and drops down with a sit out jawbreaker! Both women lay on the floor, turning towards their corners and slowly crawling towards their partners. Both women simultaneously reach out and tag their partners in. Salco and Mercedes meet in the middle of the ring with Salco taking advantage, clubbing in heavier shots. Mercedes fires back with a hard right hand of her own, sending Salco rocking back but Salco jumps back in with a superman punch, knocking Mercedes against the ropes.

Adams: Mike Tyson would have been proud of that punch.

Salco moves towards the ropes, raising devil horns to the fans and head banging.

Simone: I think Jessie might be looking to end Mercedes!

Salco grabs hold of the top rope and springboards backwards as Mercedes steps in, looking for the circle pit, but Mercedes hits the canvas and Salco flies over her.

Simone: Quick thinking from Mercedes!

Mercedes gets back to her feet and lifts a hurt Salco to hers. She lifts her up in a reverse Death Valley Driver and drops her!

Simone: Black Rose Overdrive!

Mercedes hooks the leg and Drew drops down to make the count

1...

2...

3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match, Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas.... THE MEAN GIRLS!

Simone: Mercedes Vargas and Delia Darling have defeated The Metal and Punk Connection...

Adams: Both Mean Girls left Blaze Of Glory IV without their title belts but now both women have got back on winning ways and put the Mean Girls back on the map!

Mercedes moves towards Delia, raising her partner’s hand, As Amy grabs Jessie and pulls her from the ring and checks on her, before looking up at Mercedes and Delia and shaking her head, before helping Jessie to her feet.

Ignoring the celebration from the Mean Girls, Jessie and I head towards the backstage area, where I sit her down, as Jake and Shane come along and check on her, as Amy paces a little until Scott Oliver comes along.  With Amy spotting him first, she heads him off and decided to make he first move.

“Before you even ask Scott… yes I have a few words about the match.”

”Uh ok…”
Scott says a little taken aback.

“Thanks.  Now what you saw out there… was a mean girls win… yes they lost virtually everything at Blaze of Glory and they are looking to get back to winning ways, but unfortunately for them… this would be the last time they win a match or any title in the future.

However, this loss isn’t putting a downer on my win at Blaze of Glory and Jessie’s future ambitions…. So watch for further mean girl losses and more wins for Jessie and myself.”

Amy turns and heads back to where Jessie, Jake and Shane are, as she checks on Jessie, who is pretty much over the shock of the Black Rose Overdrive.  Happy that she is ok… Amy heads back to the changing room to shower and change, before heading to the next stop on the tour.


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29th March 2015 - Climax Control #110
Dinamo Polyvalent Hall
Bucharest, Romania.

The scene opens back during Climax Control 110, where we see Amy standing backstage alone, as she watches Delia get her comeuppance, as Twisted Sister attacks her leaving Delia with a busted head and burns. The bombshell title sits on her shoulder, as she doesn’t have a match thus not wearing her ring gear.

“2 minutes Miss Marshall.”

A stagehand informs Amy of something, as Jessie approaches from behind.

“Amy wait.”

Amy turns to see Jessie.

“Hey… what’s up?”

Amy asks, keeping half an eye on the TV and the time.

“Sorry… I only just noticed you missed call and text.  Are you sure about going out there and issuing an open challenge?”

Jessie asked, concerned about Amy’s choices.

“100% sure. I rather not sit back and wait.  Unlike Delia… I would prefer to fight and prove myself… not sit on my ass and fight once a month.”

Amy said shaking her head.

“Ok…”

Jessie smiles and stands back, allowing Amy to continue, as the stagehand nods at Amy, as The Boogie Man by the hell freaks hits over the p.a and Amy places the mask onto her face and disappears.

Once inside the ring, Amy gave her thoughts about the attack on Holly Wood last week, as well as responding to Mercedes comments about Amy’s win being a fluke and getting help from Holly Wood.  Amy then moved onto the main reason for going to the ring…

Anyway...

As I said before I ranted on... I am also here to make an open challenge.

So Instead of just sitting around and waiting for management to book a number one contenders match or even someone to attack me inside or outside the ring... I am issuing an open challenge to everyone on the roster.

Come and get me.

The boogie man by the hell freaks hits over the p.a once again, as Amy drops the mic and then climbs out of the ring and towards the ramp, holding the bombshell championship high above her head, she smiles all the way up the ramp to backstage.

Once backstage, Amy lets out a deep breath of relief, as she looks around for Jessie, but she has disappeared.  Amy smirks knowing that she has done right, now just have to wait and deal with the fall out.


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Thursday 2nd April 2015
Athens, Greece.



The scene opens up in the streets of Athens, Greece, where we see Amy jogging around the streets, as she did her weekly jog, as well as take in the sight and scenery of the country. And in this case in the debt ridden Greece, more specifically Athens.

Having already jogging around a few of the streets since leaving the Athens Cypria Hotel, Amy kept stumbling upon different attractions and sights, including the Church of Kapnikarea, where she stopped and checked out the building as well as have a quick break and a drink of water.

Taking a few moments to look at the church and take in the beautifulness of it, Amy turns and finds Kris Halc looking at Amy, as he sat on the small wall surrounding the small church.

“Kris… what are you doing here?

Amy said a little surprised.

“Admiring the views… how about you?”

“Um jogging…obviously.”

Amy said looking down at her hooded sweatshirt and sweat pants.

“So are you still up for the pre match ritual butt squeeze?”

Kris said with a smirk.
Amy chuckles as well as shaking her head.

“Maybe...”

Amy smirks, as she turns and continues her run, this time heading towards her hotel.

“”You aren’t flaking out on me are you?”

Kris shouted, as he reluctantly begins to jog and try to catch up with Amy.

“You agreed on twitter.”

Kris said.

“Oh chill out Kris…”

Amy said as she turns and jogs backwards for a few meters…

“I already said I would do it… “

Amy turns back and continues jogging.

“I can’t wait.”

Kris said with a grin, as he huffed and puffed a little.

“Yeah Yeah… you can’t get enough of my ass.”

Amy grinned, mocking Kris a little… although Amy didn’t mind the butt squeeze, though the squeeze only worked once… the second time Amy and Jessie lost their tag match against the mean girls.

“I see you Sunday.”

Kris stops jogging, just as Amy reaches her hotel.

“Will do.”

The scene soon fades out, as Amy enters her hotel, while Kris heads to where he was going, as Amy prepares to shower and change and to start to think about her promo for the match against Raynin.


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Friday 3rd April 2015

Not to self - making an open challenge to the Bombshell roster, to make sure that I exclude certain people from getting them… but unlike Delia… I am a fighting champion and in this case, I’ve made my bed and now I will have to lay in it.

So when I heard that Raynin took up my offer… my first thought was… OH SHIT! … But you know what, it’s time to get over the fact that Raynin and Gothika are these big bad scary people who are unbeatable… Raynin is just like Delia – except for being a whiny little bitch… but instead being one tough cookie to beat.

But she could be beaten… and you can be beaten if I follow the same rules, as I did in the build up to the match against Delia at Blaze of Glory.

Head down, work out hard inside the gym and avoid all and any twitter drama, the good thing in all this is that you don’t have twitter, so instead its all gym work and forget who I am facing until this is released and when I step into ring with you at Climax Control.

So where do I begin…

The last time we saw you, Darknyss and Gothika you were having a pretty bad week… back at the tail end of February… screwed out of the bombshell tag team titles…in fact Jessie and I were screwed out of our rematch against you… however, that doesn’t seem so bad now, considering I’m now Bombshell champion.  You certainly agreed that it was Metal and Punk Connection that should have got the shot and thank you for trying to get to persuade Christian, but obviously it was never to be.

Anyway… it wasn’t all too bad for you… you beat Veronica, which is good… but since February a lot of things have changed and the mean girls only hold one title now, while I hold the Bombshell title, Natalie McKinley holds the Roulette title and Roxi Johnson holds the Internet title.

You see Raynin… I’ve beaten Delia Darling, she was undefeated for the best of a year, facing and beating you will be child’s play compared to the match I had with Delia.

Whether you were in the small minority that either was happy for me or though my win was pure luck… you know that I will be aiming to prove that my win was no fluke and that I will be living up to the supposed hype as Bombshell champion.

I am not going to let them or my haters down… you are going to have to prize this title from my cold dead hands if you somehow win.  But lets face it… you won’t win because my time as champion is not over. I refuse to have a piss poor run and disappoint everyone including myself.

So I’m going to send you packing with your tail between your legs, as you Gothika and Darknyss figure out what the fuck happened.

And if you want a reminder… I will gladly help.

It’s you losing.

So I hope you are ready… because I certainly am.

 Inception
11th January 2015
National Indoor Arena
Birmingham, England

Jessie and I knew that the numbers would be stacked against us when we first saw the Inception card – The Fallen, The Freakettes and Crystal Hilton and Jade Manendez-Arcador… and although weren’t so worried about Crystal, Jade and The Freakettes, there was however, The Fallen.  They never intimidated us, we saw them as a genuine threat to our tag titles and as if it wasn’t a massive surprise, they won as they pinned Felony of The Freakettes to get the win and claim the tag team titles. However, things didn’t exactly plan out… as we were barely tagged in and when we were, we had our asses kicked.  I don’t know if it was that our opponents had us scouted or we took them too lightly, whatever the case… The Fallen walked out of Inception as the new tag team champions.


*** Flashback ***


Rock Rose comes inside f the ring, and hits Jessie with a Big Boot to the side of her head. Marshall decides to take advantage of Jasmine being distracted, coming inside of her own. She leaps up onto Rock Rose's back with a choke hold. Rose turns around, trying to pull Marshall off of her back. Jade climbs onto the top rope, deciding to collide with both women, but Rose surprises her by catching her in mid air! She delivers a massive Powerbomb to Jade, and then lifts Marshall up onto her shoulders. Felony leaps off of the top rope for a Hurricanrana, completing their patented double team move, the Freakathon! Felony looks over at the carnage with a smile on her face as she proudly jumps up and down. Gothika surprises her by wrapping her arms around Felony's waist. Gothika rolls around the front and lifts Felony off of the ground, ready to hit a hard slam. She walks around, showing it off for the Fallen fans, but the crowd distraction allows Felony to roll out of Gothika's grip. Felony goes for a clothesline to her much bigger opponent, but Gothika side steps it. She flings Felony into the ropes, looking for a Clothesline of her own, but Felony ducks underneath it. She ricochets off of the ropes, and Gothika turns into a Spinning Crossbody from Felony, who hooks the legs as they land. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

Raynin darts into the ring, but Rock Rose levels her with a hard Atomic Drop!

2!

Crystal Hilton comes inside of the ring, but Rock Rose surprises her by scooping her up into a Side Slam, just as Jasmine's hand comes down for the...

3!NO!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: I... I thought this one was over, but... I almost can't believe what just happened!

Adams: Well believe it, Lindy!

Out of nowhere, Raynin reaches in and tags Gothika, refreshing her teams chances in this match. Crystal Hilton goes to Clothesline her to the ground, but Raynin ducks, causing her to smash hard into Rock Rose. An all out brawl soon erupts between all of the teams, and Jasmine seems to have lost control. She tries everything she can to break it up, but eventually the carnage spills to the outside. Raynin measures Felony up, and as she stands on her feet, Raynin runs up the second rope and catapults off with the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot kick to Felony that puts her down for the count! Raynin drops down and hooks the leg. Jasmine begins her count as the fans shout out in amazement.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners and NEW SIN CITY WRESTLING BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THHHHHHE FAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLENNNNN!!!

Simone: I... I still don't believe it! Most of these women put everything on the line here tonight, but only one team could walk out with those straps!

Adams: You couldn't be more right with that. We saw some impressive stuff from them, but it just seems that The Fallen were meant to continue their winning streak here tonight.

Darknyss slides inside of the ring, jumping up and down happily as Raynin helps Gothika to her feet. The three celebrate while everyone on the outside stops and looks inside of the ring in anger and confusion. The now former champions, Metal and Punk Connection stomp their feet, shouting out angrily in protest as The Fallen soak in every priceless reaction.


*** Backstage ***

Backstage our protests continued, as we followed Jasmine all the way from the ring to backstage, however, they were ignored as she threatened Jessie and I, before stomping off, leaving Jessie and I pissed off and title less.

“God fucking damn it!”

Jessie screams in frustration, as I grab a bottle of water and slide myself onto one of the crates.

“Sorry about tonight.”

I said looking down at my boots, fearing what would come next.

“You should be fucking sorry… you had one damn job and you fucked it up.”

Jessie grabs a bottle of water and launches it against one of the while walls, as Jessie she screams and kicks one of the crates.

“Feel better for that?”

I said looking up at Jessie, and for perhaps once it was I that was cool and calm and not shouting and screaming.

“I... I sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. It isn’t your fault… it’s both of ours.”

“It is and it’s ok. I find it strange though, that I’m usually the one angry and pissed.”

I said, as Jessie smirked.

“Ha yeah… I don’t know why… think it’s more down to frustration.”

“How about venting your frustration in the rematch we are owed.”

I suggested, as Jessie’s eyes lit up and she suddenly remembered that we had a rematch clause. However, with the Blast from the tournament coming up, we would have to wait, as we competed in that tournament.  As I hopped off the crate that I sat on, Jake, Shane and Rocky Mountains all in unison appear around the corner, as Jessie goes in for a hug with Jake and Shane, as Rocky Mountains by passed them and came to me.

I smile at Jessie, as she, Jake and Shane exchanges a few words.

“Don’t worry Jessie I got this.”

I said sarcastically.

“Sorry Amy… “

I shake my head, as one day I really need to walk away from interviews after tag team matches and see how Jessie likes it. I turn to look at Rocky Mountains.

“Yes.”

I said expelling some air.

“Just to get your final thoughts about your loss to The Fallen and losing the tag team titles.”

MRM asked.

“Ok… what do you want to hear exactly?”

I asked before continuing.

“Do you want to hear that’s their win and our loss is only a blip, that they caught us off guard and once we are granted our rematch, we will take back what is ours.  To Gothika and Raynin… since your return it has been filled with mixed fortunes and tonight you got lucky…but when we are granted our rematch… Jessie and I will be ready this time and we take those titles back and make us three time tag team champions.”

I finish with those words and walk away, as I head back to the MPC changing room, where I would shower and change before watching the rest of the Supercard and prepare to head back to the US in a few days.


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A few days after Inception, everyone went back to the US including myself to relax, recuperate and prepare for the full world tour that would begin in Scotland before moving to Ireland. In that week I spent much of the week with different friends, as I hung out with them as I aimed to forget Inception and enjoy myself.

And a week later, Joshua and I travelled to Scotland; even though we weren’t booked it was a good chance to scout people who could be possible partners and possible future opponents in present and future rounds of the BFTP tournament.  However, it wasn’t all-serious as we took in the culture and sights of Glasgow, Scotland as we tried to figure out the accent and lingo, plus what was in haggis and what haggis actually is.

Haggis is a savoury pudding containing sheep's pluck (heart, liver and lungs); minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally encased in the animal's stomach and simmered for approximately three hours. Most modern commercial haggis is prepared in a sausage casing rather than an actual stomach.

Even though the week was spent messing around and having some fun, there was an element of seriousness with training, scouting and watching Climax Control, to see who was partnered with who and who went out in the first round.


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26th January 2015
Glasgow, Scotland
Ibis Hotel

Beep beep

The scene opens inside the ibis hotel, where we see Joshua Acquin fast asleep on the bed, while Amy sits on the sofa bed next to the double bed with a robe wrapped around body from recently having stepped out of the shower, after a quick gym session.  Picking up her cellphone, Amy looked at her phone and read the text message.

JOSHUA ACQUIN and AMY MARSHALL vs BO DREAMWOLF and CRYSTAL HILTON

Amy jumped up in excitement as she dropped her cellphone and jumped onto the bed that Joshua was sleeping on.

“Fuck Yes… Joshua wake up.”

Amy shook Joshua.

“What…huh.”

Joshua said bleary eyed

“Sorry… but we’re partners for the blast from the past tournament.”

Amy said excitingly, as she got what she wanted.

“Great… but could you have waited until I woke up. You are like a child on Christmas day.”

Joshua said rolling over and trying to get back to sleep.

“Oh lighten up… I thought you would be happy… plus you can sleep on the flight.”

Amy said poking Joshua, a little disappointed that he didn’t share her enthusiasm.

“I am… but its 7am and it’s too damn early.”

“You will have to get up anyway… flight is booked for 11am and I’ll order you some breakfast.”

Amy said climbing off the bed, as she grabbed her suitcase and began to search for stuff to wear.

“Uh… ok ok… I’m up.  Coffee, bacon, scrambled egg on toast and OJ.”

Joshua slowly sits up, throws the covers off himself and walks over to the bathroom and disappears inside, as we can only hear the shower start up, as the scene soon fades out on Amy picking up the phone and dialled for room service, where she ordered food for herself and food for Joshua, before beginning to pack her stuff up as she prepared for the flight to Belfast in a couple of hours.


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29th January 2015
Belfast, NI

Ah yes… the wonderful Blast from the past tournament is back for the third year in row… and well its my third outing in this tournament and I believe for once I actually have a pretty decent partner…and well my partner is one of my best friends and someone I have known for many years… Joshua Acquin.  Our friendship goes back many years and I 100% trust him and have faith in him to deliver us to victory not only in this match but also in this whole tournament.

Now that speculation has ended in who people have as their partner, we now find out whom we have as opponents and Sunday night our opponents are Bo Dreamwolf and Crystal Hilton…

A mighty strong team and a team that isn’t going to be easily beaten inside the ring Sunday night…  Firstly Bo Dreamwolf… a man who keeps to himself pretty much and has respect from everyone within the company, however, as Bo should know… all respect goes out of the window and all I have to say that Bo should watch out of Joshua… because Joshua is readying himself to kick some ass.

I don’t know if I was surprised or a little disappointed at the fact that my opposite number is Crystal Hilton… I had already faced you at Inception a few weeks back, and I was really hoping to face off against someone like Melody, Roxi or Misty… nothing against you Crystal, I just hoped to avoid you.

Anyway… I’m going to give you a free shot and say… mock me, mock Jessie and mock MPC for our failures at losing the tag team titles at Inception and our rather lacklustre performance… I know that we didn’t give you a good fight, however, I will guarantee you that Sunday night there will be no lacklustre performances or messing around with tagging… I will be 100% professional and focused on winning this match and tournament.

So good luck everyone and lets have a good first round and you guys can watch Joshua and I walk into the next round of the tournament.

 Violent Conduct II
14th September 2014
Desert Sun Stadium
Yuma, Arizona

Metal and Punk Connection vs. The Mean Girls (Liz Smalls & Veronica Taylor)

1.....
2.....

Veronica grabs Jessie by the tights and drags her back into her own cradle with a handful of tights!

1.....

Adams: Tights!

2.....

Liz grabs Veronica's free arm for added leverage!

3!

Simone: NO!

The bell rings and the crowd boos viciously as Amy jumps in and argues vehemently with Jasmine while Veronica and Liz jump up and down, embracing one another!

Justin: The winners of the match ... and NEW SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... THE MEAN GIRLS!

The crowd boos as Jessie joins Amy in pleading the case to Jasmine but the referee is powerless, as she did not see Veronica's rule infraction! Jasmine steps away from them and takes the belts and goes to present them to the new champions, when Jessie and Amy dropkick both Veronica and Liz through the ropes! The crowd cheers!

Adams: Boy Amy and Jessie are not taking this loss lightly!

Simone: As well they shouldn't! They were robbed! Plain and simple!

Liz and Veronica slowly get to their feet and Amy and Jessie sail over the top rope and crash right into them, laying them out! Amy and Jessie then climb back inside of the ring and they grab the tag title belts and raise them high and the crowd rallies their support!

Taking in the cheers, we knew that it would be a harder battle taking the tag titles back off the mean girls, which would mean that this war would continue on, which meant killing more my brain cells as Veronica harps on about how pretty she is and Lizzy’s uneducated musings.

Dropping the tag titles in front of the ref, Jessie and I climbed out of the ring and past the recovering mean girls.

Jessie and I did our best to out wrestle and out smart them, but as usual they played with the limit of the rules and cheated and won… all the while Jasmine saying she never saw the infringement.

Heading up the ramp and into the backstage area, Jessie meets up with Shane and Jake as they share their commiserations with her, as I sit on a packing crate with a bottle of water.

“Do you mind if we head back to the locker room?”

Jessie asked, as took a swig of water.

“Sure.”

Jessie smiles, as she, Shane and Jake then begin to head back to the locker room, I knew that they had an early flight to the UK for some metal gig. As soon as they are out of view, Scott Stoner appears, as does Gabriel Asar.

“Hey gorgeous.”

I smile at the face of Gabriel, who heads towards me, wearing his ring gear as he prepares for his match in a short while, however, with Scott Oliver in the vicinity, he thinks that I was speaking to him, but his face drops when he sees Gabe joining me.

“Well well well… I was expecting one of you vultures to appear… I suppose you want thoughts and opinions about the tag title match?”

“I sure do”

Scott said with a big smile.

“No surprise there then… are you ready?”

I asked.

“Yes Ms. Marshall.”

Scott said as he gave his cameraman a swift nod and he was ready.

“As you can tell Jessie and I aren’t surprised that you guys went outside the limit of the rules again.  Its becoming less and less of a surprise to be honest… but congrats on your first… and last win.

Jessie and I will cash in our rematch and we will take them back… its suck a shame that my demands count be altered any more from the no outside interference rule.  Anyway… keep those titles close and keep them warm. They will be coming back to MPC.”

I slide off the crate and turn to Scott.

“Now if you excuse me, I want to watch in his match and cheer him on.”

I give a small smile, before Gabe and I wander off to talk and prepare him for his match.

~ An hour later ~

An hour later, after Jessie and I lost the tag titles and Gabriel attempted to catch the Roulette title in a four match, only to get a concussion for his troubles. Entering the changing room, I hear my cell ring off, but choosing to ignore it, I help Gabe to the sofa and give him a drink before turning on the TV. I then head over to my back and rummage through to find my cell phone.

Once finding it, I press one single button and I see 20 missed called from one number – my dad.

I drop my cell to the floor as if it had shocked me, I slowly move away, as the color drains from my face.

Gabe turns in his seat and sees me leaning now against the door, pale as hell and shaking.

“What’s wrong?”

Gabe slowly gets to his feet, and comes over and holds me.

“What happened?”

Gabe asked.

“I… I have… 20…missed calls”

“So?”

“Last time… I… I… had that many calls… someone died. I don’t want to ring back.”

I stuttered, as the pain of receiving the phone call to say that my ex finance had died flashed back into my drama filled mind.

“Its alright.”

Gabe said as he turned and grabbed my cell off the floor, and instead of handing it back, he pressed a few buttons and the first of many messages begin to play.

”umm Amy… can you ring me or your mother back.  Its Mary, she was involved in a hit and run. She has been rushed to hospital… it looks bad.”

The message ends.

“Oh god oh god… I don’t know what to do?”

I feel numb as tears begin to stream down my face. At lease she isn’t dead.

“What you are going to do is, pack up your bits here and at the hotel and book a flight to Juneau and be at your sisters and family’s side.”

Gabriel said calmly as he me and looked into my eyes.

“What about you?”

I questioned.

“I’m fine… its just a headache. Go… be with your family.”

I wipe my tears and hug Gabe, as I rushed around packing my stuff up in the changing room, before giving Gabe a quick kiss on the lips, I rush out of the changing room, where I am instantly on my cell phone talking to the local airline to book a last minute ticket, before rushing to the hotel to shower and pack before rushing to the airport, where I speak to my mom and dad before getting the last flight to Juneau.


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15th September 2014
Juneau, Alaska
Barlett Regional Hospital
Time: 9am

After a 10-hour restless flight from Yuma, Arizona to Juneau, Alaska, the trip from plane, through the airport, to the exit seemed like forever, even the taxicab ride to the hospital felt like hours.  The fear of losing my sister made me sick to my stomach and I would feel even worse if I couldn’t be at her side if the inevitable happened.

Arriving at the hospital with all my bags, I got the directions to the Critical Care Unit, where I rushed to the elevators and then out of the elevators and to the unit, where I saw my mom, dad and my other sister Katherine and a couple of Mary’s friends.

“Sorry, I got here as soon as I could.”

I said as I dropped my bags next the chairs away from the doors, as my parents and Katherine stood to their feet and we all hugged.

“What’s happening?”

I asked, as I pulled away to see the bags underneath my parents and sisters eyes from the lack of sleep and from the crying.

“She is currently in surgery, but as soon as she comes out, they will put her on this floor.”

My mom explained, as she looked over the CCU.

“How long has she been in surgery for?”
I asked with the million questions.

“Coming up to thirty minutes.”

Dad said checking the clock on wall and probably not for the first time.

“So what exactly happened?”

I questioned Mary’s two friends.

“We were out celebrating Penny’s birthday and as we crossed the road to go to the next bar, this idiot who was clearly drunk didn’t see us and just hit Mary. He didn’t stop, just kept driving.  We managed to get a number plate and make of the car and told the police who arrive on scene.”

The male friend explained.

“Fucking assholes.”

“Amelia!”

Mom said glaring at me.

“Uh sorry.”

I said with an apologetic shrug, as I yawn and brush my messy hair from my face.

“You look shattered, everyone does.  Here is an idea, why don’t we take it turns to sit at Mary’s bedside and if anything happens just ring and we will be here within 15 minutes.  I will stay here… you lot disappear and get something to eat and then sleep.”

Mary’s two friends nod in agreement, as I shake my head in agreement, as I had barely anything to eat and any sleep on the flight, while mom shook her but not before suggesting getting a coffee and a breakfast for my dad, who in turns accepts the offer.

Mary’s friends and myself, head towards the hospital exit, while mom gets the coffee and breakfast for dad.  With my bags in tow I grab a taxi and head into town back to my apartment for the much-needed snack and sleep, as I wait for a phone call, if any.


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<Center>Main Event...

SCW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
JOANNE "THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA" CANELLI and VERONICA TAYLOR © vs THE METAL AND PUNK CONNECTION (Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco)</Center>


~~Wednesday 19th November 2014


A month is a long time in terms of wrestling, a lot of things happen and a lot of things change, especially during and after Violent Conduct. At the time I chose to ignore the wrestling aspects of my life to focus on my family for several weeks, so that meant sitting at sisters hospital bed for a few hours a day, it also meant very little sleep and eating through worry.

So after a couple of scares, my sister began to make good progress, coming out of the ICU and onto a normal ward, where they would lighten the anaesthetic, eventually my sister waking up. Although not 100%, she was well enough to go back home with my parents, which she is on strict bed rest with rehab every couple of days.

So with my sister on the mend, I have been itching to get back inside the ring, and aside from spending lots of time with Gabriel, I have also been back inside the gym getting prepared for whatever will be thrown at me.

And guess what is thrown at me on my return…

A rematch for the Bombshell tag team titles, although at first I wasn’t sure if Jessie could be my partner after her apparent rematch at High Stakes, it is actually possible and unlike Cynthia Warren I won’t be letting my partner down.

So… The Metal and Punk Connection are back against…

Veronica Taylor and Joanne Canelli…

I actually saw that match to determine who would be Veronica Taylor’s unfortunate partner, and I was glad I wasn’t in that match. Fuck being Veronica partner and from what I’ve seen… its really a bum deal.

So listen up Joanne…  while it appears that you have settled into the role as tag team champion with Veronica and being her bitch, deep down you are miserable.  You can’t deny it, because its etched on your face and everyone can see it.

I may be totally wrong, but here is the thing, while Jessie has already said this at High Stakes, I am going to reiterate the point.  You can get out of this stupid partnership and just either lay down and let myself or Jessie pin you or it takes just one simple step back from the ring apron and leave Veronica to battle it alone.

However, if you don’t decide to screw over Veronica… because I know she would do it to you, if she had the opportunity. Then Jessie and I are going to give you a much better match then what you had at High Stakes.

Cynthia was the weak link and she will be always the weak link in any future tag teams, unlike myself, I am itching to get back in the ring, so when I enter the ring I will run riot and Joanne, you will be the main target since you are the weak link.

So to your partner… I pretty much thought that this whole Mean Girls vs the locker room would die down and end, but it never really has and in some way, as harsh as this sounds, I was glad my sister was taken to hospital.  It gave me a chance to get away from you and mend my dying brain cells…

You see Veronica… this whole look at me, I am pretty crap… is played out and I think pretty much everyone is sick to death of it.  You are no long unique, the mean girls have competition. If you hadn’t noticed, there have been three recent additions to the roster that claim to be mean girls/nasty rich bitches blah blah blah etc… etc…

You, them, Delia are all unoriginal and outdated and by the time Jessie and I get done with you Sunday night, you will be nothing more than a smear beneath our boots.

The downfall of the mean girls has begun, first you, then Mercedes and finally Delia, when someone has the balls to take her out.

I hope you are ready… because I am here and I’m taking no shit.

 Climax Control 089
3rd August 2014
The Redwood Empire Ice Arena
Santa Rosa, California
   
Jasmine begins to count as both ladies are still out. Meanwhile, Angelica as managed to steal the attention from Liz as Jessie begins to chase her. Liz uses the distraction to dig into her purse at ringside and pull something out. Angelica passes Liz again as she sticks a leg out to trip Jessie up. The trip works as Jessie smashes her head into the steel steps. Liz takes the opportunity to put furry hand cuffs on Jessie and handcuff her to the ring post.

Adams: Genius, pure genius.

Simone: Oh I knew these two broads couldn't win cleanly.

Adams: What are you talking about Liz just took out Jessie?

Simone: Vintage Mean Girls.

Angelica dangles the key in front of Jessie as she just realized what has happened and tries to get the key. Angelica walks away from Jessie as she hops up on the far side of the ring apron and gets the ref's attention. Angelica is arguing that Amy smells very bad. The distraction works as Liz connects with the Legend Maker across the back of Amy. Liz manages to roll Amy over onto her back then drapes Veronica's arm across Amy's chest. Angelica quickly hops down off the ring apron as Liz is beating the hell out of Jessie. Jasmine drops to her knees and counts the three.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Here are your winners, Liz Smalls and Veronica Taylor....The Mean Girls.


Laying on the mat listening to the Mean Girls entrance theme made me sick to my stomach. I knew that we should have won, but because of the usual interference and cheating from the mean girls… they fluked there win with Liz Smalls hitting her finisher on me and pinning me.

Rolling myself onto my front, I look up to see a couple of refs and backstage workers around Jessie as they try to remove the handcuffs.  Shaking my head and slapping the mat in annoyance, the mean girls are getting too cocky and more annoying and something had to be truly done.

Pushing myself up off the mat, I climbed out of the ring, just as they free Jessie.  We both look at each other knowing that we were both neither to blame, only the mean girls and their cheating ways.

As we headed up the ramp, Misty music hits over the p.a, where she appears and then passes us on her way down to the ring.  Jessie and I briefly look back wondering what she was doing there, but instead of waiting at the top of the ramp, we disappear backstage, and where we prepare to watch what Misty has to say.

And what Misty had to say, was that she was returning because of the Mean Girls. The mean girls are destroying what Misty built when she first came to Sin City wrestling and now she is back to rebuild the division. And end the end of the day, she was returning to put a stop to the mean girls and their mockery of the division.

However, with her intention declared, the mean girls decide to show and mob attack her with Tessa, Angelica, Veronica, Liz, Mercedes and Delia all getting various shots in, including a baseball bat shot to Misty’s.

Not being able to watch any more, Vixen, Electra Styles, Zuri Justice and Roxi Johnson rush past. With Jessie and I also coming to Misty rescue, where we all brawled until we are separated by security and the mean girls quickly make their cowardice exits, leaving only the rescuers of Misty inside the ring.

Once the coast is clear, Vixen and Roxi check on Misty, as the rest of us make sure there isn’t any further signs of the mean girls before returning to the backstage area and going our separate ways.

”Cheaters and Fluke are the only two words that I can describe what happened out there tonight.   Brag all you like, but your win is fucking tarnished by the fact that you had Angelica help you out.  Next time you won’t have Angelica, Delia and any other friend helping out, I will make sure of it.


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Minutes after the massive confrontation between the Mean Girls and the few girls that actually want the Mean Girls gone, Amy entered the changing area, where she found her cell phone ringing, however, by the time she reached it, it stopped.  Going over to her bag, she pulled her phone from her bag, she noticed that she had 10 missed calls all from Kevin.

Frowning, she wondered what was urgent to ring that many times. Dialling his number back, a familiar voice that wasn’t Kevin’s answered.

“Hi Amy.”

“Hi… Tj.”

Amy said with a frown.

“What’s up?”

Amy continued.

“Its Kevin… there has been an accident.”

TJ said with a voice that was shaky before continuing on…

“He’s dead.”

Amy said nothing, as she expected this be a joke or something, but with no laughter to be heard only the background noise of a hospital p.a system, then it hit her.  Amy had felt as if someone just punched in her stomach so hard that she was about to throw up.

“When… how?”

Was the only two words that she was able to muster, before stumbling to find somewhere to sit down.

“An hour ago in downtown LA.  He was driving in his car, crossing a set of traffic lights, when a drunk driver hit him, which rolled his car several times before a semi truck hit and his car burst into flames.

Killing him…”

Amy quickly stood up and threw up in the plastic bin that sat by the door, before returning to her seat and trying not to cry for the sake of Tj.

“I am so sorry TJ, how are you holding up?”

Amy asked wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Umm. Ok I guess. I’ll no doubt be a blubbering mess when our parents arrive in a bit.”

TJ said in a lost little boy voice.
“Give them my condolences and I will also send some flowers as well.”

Amy said.

”Sure.”

“Thanks. And again I’m so sorry about Kevin.”

Amy said.

“Me too and sorry you had to hear the news this way.”

TJ unnecessarily apologised.

“Oh no… I rather hear it from you than from TMZ or some scummy paparazzi.”

Amy shrugged.

“Sorry about this, but I have to go. Mom and dad are here.”

And without saying goodbye, he hung up. I said nothing, due to the situation he was in. placing her cell down on the table, Amy just began to cry.  The only man she loved had died and although they hadn’t seen each other for a while, the hate over the break up melted away, leaving Amy heart broken once again, but also severely angry at the drunk driver.

Standing to her feet, Amy slowly grabbed her cell and bag and opened the changing room door to see Pussy Willow standing before her, but Amy shook her head and barged past her, where she then saw the mean girls celebrating their supposed win and instead of now feeling sorry for herself, it was now just hate and anger that filled her veins and she just wanted to go home and fall asleep and hope it was a dream.

Shaking her head, Amy just sped up and was virtually running towards the exit of the area, where she hailed a cab, which went straight to the hotel that Amy was staying at.


<Center> REST IN PEACE KEVIN CARTER </Center>


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24 hours after finding out about Kevin and his violent death, Amy went from California back to Las Vegas in the space of a few hours to Tokyo, Japan.  It all began after arriving home in Vegas with her mood not any better and snapping at people on the phone as well as those on twitter, until I revealed that Kevin Carter had died.

This then led to Gabriel Asar inviting me to Japan to cheer me up, escape America and the mean girls for a week.  

Wednesday 6th August 2014
Karaoke Kan (Shibuya)
Tokyo, Japan

The scene opens up inside the Karaoke Kan in the Shibuya prefecture of Tokyo, where we see a room full of partygoers chatting, drinking, listening and laughing to those who were singing on the stage.  As the camera pans around, we see Amy sitting in the corner of the room with Gabriel as they share a laugh and sip their drinks.

“So what are you going to sing?”

Amy asked shouting.

“Oh no, I’m not singing.”

Gabriel said shaking his head.

“Hey, I sang and in Japanese and badly. Its your turn.”

Amy said nudging Gabriel in the shoulder.

Gabriel shakes his head in protest.

“Please Gabe, you can’t be as bad as some people. It’ll be a laugh as well.”

Amy pleaded with Gabe.

“Ok Ok.”

Gabe crumbled.

“Great…  you are on next btw and you are singing Madonna and Material Girl.”

Gabe glared at Amy, as Amy just gave him a warm smile.

“What? I didn’t know what you wanted to sing. I got lumped with a Japanese song and got laughed at.”

Amy defended herself, as Gabe let out a small sigh before downing his sake.

“Fine… because its you.”

Amy squealed and then shut up realising what she had just done.

“Thank you.”

Amy said with an embarrassed smile and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Gabriel Asar next”

Was announced over the p.a, as the previous group stepped off the stage, as Gabriel got to his feet and let out a small sigh before sipping on his beer and then stepping up onto the stage.

A few moments pass and then Madonna’s Material Girl begins to play.

GABE: Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they're okay
If they don't give me proper credit
I just walk away

They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light, that's right, that's right
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right

'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl

The scene fades out on Gabriel, who sings the song badly as well as acting it out, while Amy just smiles and laughs at him.


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Punk Cam Vlog
Thursday 14th August 2014

To be honest, I can’t remember what happened last year in this Clash of the champion thing, I don’t remember if I was in a match or not.  But it doesn’t really matter now, because this year I am in it and Jessie and I are tag team champions.

And we are up against Jessie’s NXT teammate – Vixen and my former friend and tag team champion cohort – Necra Kane.

This should be quite interesting to say the least.

Firstly Vixen… it appears that you are in the same battle as myself, Misty, Jessie and virtually every other bombshell in aiming to rid SCW of the mean girls and its good to see that more and more people are getting sick and tired of them.  However, while we are in the same little war, it is temporarily on hold, as we become opponents on Sunday.

You see while Jessie has the stigma that you two are NXT team-mates; I am not burdened with this little problem, so I will push you to your limits.  Unfortunately not at the same level like Odette, in your match. But I can push you enough and make you work hard and I will make sure Jessie and I will walk away victors.

However, one little advice that I will impart on you… do not trust Necra, she is dangerous and unpredictable.

And speaking of Necra…  how are you doing? Good.

I wondered how long it would take management, before they put us in another match and I was quite surprised that it would be this match.  But then again it is Clash of the champions and well you are a champion as is Vixen.

Anyway…like I told Vixen not to trust you… I will echo my own words because no doubt you will try and pull something, nothing like the mean girls and their ridiculous numbers, but probably some stupid mind games inside the ring.

But you know what… your mind games didn’t work before and they won’t work now. And as I’ve said many times you don’t scare me.  The only thing that scares me, is the fact that you think you know me – sorry to break it to you, but you don’t.  

So what do you think of my new tag partner? I think she is so much better than you to be honest… we share so many interests its crazy and we are more prepared in this tag team, then our forced together team.

Anyway… I know my record against you is mixed, but coming Sunday night, it will improve as Jessie and I beat you and Vixen.  I won’t wish you luck, but you will no doubt make your own.

So I wish you luck Vixen and Necra… go rot in hell.