(OOC Note: I apologize if this isn't up to my normal standards.  I've had a crazy week, and this was actually a bit rushed tonight.  Hope it works anyway.)

You all thought you had Misty figured out, didn’t you?  You were all blinded by her lies…by the show she was putting on.  She had you all fooled for years!  I can’t believe any of you actually believed a damn thing she said or did.  Hell, she even had herself fooled for a while there.  I just had to help her see the real her…the real Misty.

Some of you know Misty from her days in GXW…the place where she started really started her wrestling career.  From the moment she stepped foot in GXW she was the REAL Misty.  She was this bad ass bitch who didn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thought about her.  She knew what she wanted, and she didn’t stop until she got it.  She fought like hell, even pissed off a few people in the process, but she got what she wanted, and what she deserved, and not just once.  She was a three time GXW Women’s Champion.  She was the LAST GXW Women’s Champion, and she was awarded the title of Woman of the year for 2004.

She achieved all her success without anyone’s help.  SHE made a name for herself…until she met HIM…Spike Staggs.  The name just makes me cringe!  He completely changed her…brainwashed her.  The real Misty never needed a man in her life.  She didn’t need to experience love, or all the cheesy feelings that comes with it.  No…she was perfectly fine leading the life she was before she met him!  She was on track to be the greatest female wrestler in history.  But then she had to persuade herself that she actually loved the guy.

And then he got her pregnant, and she REALLY changed.  Misty gave up everything to be a mother to their child..sorry, children, because she adopted Spike’s son Timmy, also.  She told herself that her wrestling career was done…that she didn’t need it anymore.  Boy, was she wrong!  She was lying to herself…and to everyone else, honestly.  She never wanted to give it up.  She never truly wanted that life.  Don’t get me wrong, she loved her kids, but she never imagined herself as a mother.  Spike forced that life on her!

I’ve been watching her for years.  I’ve been paying close attention to every move she makes, and let me tell you, a couple of months ago, I had had enough!  I couldn’t believe anything I was seeing.  She didn’t care that she was losing matches…she didn’t CARE!  How could she not care?  How could she not be royally pissed off?  Sure, she was upset after a loss, but the REAL Misty, would be LIVID.  She wouldn’t accept it.  But this Misty did.  I simply could not allow it anymore.  I had to stop her.

Before she went through with the wedding.

Sunday March 18th
The Hilton Garden Inn, Fontana California
Misty’s Hotel Room

The curtains are closed, holding back the first signs of daylight.  Misty is sleeping in one of the beds, and the comforter on the other is thrown back, showing where Dixie had been.  Dixie walks out of the bathroom, and heads over to the curtains.  She pulls them open, allowing the sun to shine in, startling Misty, and Eden, awake.  Misty pulls the blanket over her head and growls.

“Rise and shine!  You’ve got a busy day today!”  Dixie says, pulling the blanket away from Misty’s face.  Eden has jumped out of the bed by this time.

“Five more minutes!”  Misty says, holding her arm over her eyes.  

Dixie folds her arms across her chest and laughs. “What are you, ten?  Get your butt out of bed!  We have a lot to do today!”

Eden takes it upon herself to get back on the bed and proceed to jump up and down excitedly. “Wake up!  Wake up!  Wake up!”

Misty pulls her arm away from her eyes and looks at her daughter with a smile. “I’m awake, sweetie.  Be careful or you’ll—“

Before she can even finish her sentence, Eden falls off the bed.  Misty shoots up to a sitting position to make sure Eden is okay, but the four year old has already gotten back to her feet, all smiles.  Misty shakes her head, and as she is about to speak, she looks past Eden, and her eyes grow wide.  It seems as though her ghost has returned, and what a day for her to choose.  Sydney looks at her, a weird smile on her face.

“Hey, Dixie, how about you take Eden downstairs to get some breakfast.  I’ll get up and take my shower and be down there in a bit, okay?”  Misty says, turning her attention to her sister, and maid of honor.

“Umm…okay.  What do you say, Eden?  Does that sound good to you?”  Dixie replies.  Eden jumps up and down again.

“Yeah!  Yeah! Yeah!  I want donuts!”

Misty laughs, as does Dixie as she takes Eden’s hand and leads her out of the room and down to breakfast.  Misty folds her arms and turns her attention back to Sydney.

“Geez what the hell do you want now, Syd?”

Sydney smiles the same mischievous smile and says, “I told you I wasn’t done with you, didn’t I?”

Misty gets out of bed and heads over to her suitcase.  She grabs some things out of it, ready to head into the bathroom to take her shower. “Actually, you are done.  I don’t need you distracting me today.  It’s my wedding day, and you’re not going to get me upset.”

Sydney shakes her head and laughs. “Oh, I’m not planning on getting you upset, Misty.  But, I can promise you this…there will NOT be a wedding today.”

This has managed to get Misty’s attention.  She turns her head sharply to glare at Sydney. “What the hell are you talking about?  Of course there is going to be a wedding.”

Sydney shakes her head. “No, there won’t be, and YOU are going to be the one to stop it.”

Misty bursts out laughing. “Oh…that’s good, Sydney.  That’s REALLY good.  Why the hell do you think I’m going to stop my own wedding?”

“Because, you don’t want this.  You don’t want to go through with the wedding and actually marry Spike.  You’ve never wanted any of it.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Syd.  Of course I want to marry Spike.  We have a family.  I love him.”  The tone to Misty’s voice suggests otherwise as she says this.  Sydney can tell, which is why she pushes the issue further.

“You’re not fooling me, Misty.  Do you REALLY want to be living in Spike’s shadow for the rest of your life?  How long have you guys been engaged now?  Five years?  How come you never forced him to set a date?  You only hinted at it every now and then, but you could have given him an ultimatum at one point.”

Misty starts shaking her head, but she doesn’t respond.  Sydney walks up right next to her.

“This isn’t you, Misty.  You’re not this family oriented woman!  Where is the selfish bitch?  I’ll tell you where she is…she’s begging to be set free!  She’s begging you not to go through with this sham of a wedding!  WAKE UP MISTY!  THIS ISN’T THE LIFE YOU WANT!  ADMIT IT ALREADY!”

Misty shakes her head vehemently now, dropping everything she got out of her bag to the floor. “No!  Stop it!  I do!  I do want this!”

“No, you don’t!  You’re better than this.  You’re BETTER than Spike…then the New X-Tremes.  You’re better off by yourself, and you know it…embrace the real you, Misty.  COME ON!”

Misty drops to her knees, and starts rocking back and forth.  Sydney kneels down in front of her, and she raises Misty’s head, so she is looking Misty in her eyes.

“Get rid of him, Misty…End it, before you have the chance to regret it.”

Misty just blinks her eyes, as she stares at Sydney.  A smile suddenly grows on her face, and she starts laughing.  Laughing?!  It’s like something in her snapped, but she doesn’t speak.  She just continues laughing.

Sydney smiles. “That’s what I thought.  Now, you know what you have to do.  How do you plan on getting rid of the trash?”

“I know what I have to do…and I know the perfect way to do it.”

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Tuesday March 20th
Las Vegas-Spike and Misty’s Home

Misty’s 2011 Chevy Traverse pulls into the driveway of the home she has shared with Spike and their kids for the past six months almost.  It has been two days since she shocked her whole family, and the entire SCW and its fans when she turned on Spike, leaving him at the altar and embarrassing him.  She has been staying at a hotel ever since, but she’s back, only temporarily, to get more of her belongings.  

No one appears to be home.  Spike’s car isn’t in the driveway, and neither is Dixie’s, signaling the kids aren’t either, as Dixie would be babysitting if Spike was the only one gone.  Perfect timing, she thought.  She could go inside, get her things and leave without being bothered by anyone.

For the first twenty four hours after the “non-wedding” her phone was blowing up.  Her family was sending her text messages, or calling her and leaving her voicemails, which she has yet to listen to any of them.  She has no intention of listening to any of them either.  She knows what they have to say…what they all think of her, but she doesn’t care.  She has to focus on kicking Angelica’s ass all over San Francisco, and she doesn’t need her family nagging her about what she did to Spike.

As she walks in the front door, Dero, the family cat, is standing a few feet away.  He stares at her, and surprisingly growls at her.

“Aww, you hate me, too, Dero?”  She says with a laugh, as she sets her keys on the table by the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of here shortly.”

When she goes to walk past Dero to head up to the bedroom she shared with Spike, Dero swats at her, nearly catching her ankle with his claws.  She jumps back, and looks at him in surprise.

“Do that again, and you’re gonna go flying across the room!  I don’t know how I ever liked cats.”

Dero hisses at her, then darts off into another room.  Misty shakes her head, and heads upstairs.  She goes into the closet into the bedroom, and pulls out a large suitcase, tossing it on the bed.  She then begins pulling out all of her clothes from inside the closet, and puts them in the suitcase.  She does the same to her dresser drawers.   She doesn’t hear or notice her sister, Dixie, walk up to the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” Dixie says.  

Misty refuses to turn around and face her sister.  She continues going through her things, deciding what she wants to take now.

“I could ask you the same thing, little sister.  You’re not with Spike, playing nurse and healing his wounds?”

Dixie rolls her eyes.  “What the hell happened to you, Misty?  How could you do this?  How could you be so…cold.”

Misty laughs. “I guess you just didn’t really know me, Dixie.  You didn’t meet me until after I was with Spike, anyway, so don’t try to act like you really knew who I was, because you didn’t.  Go home.”

“I’m here checking on Dero while Spike and the kids are gone, for your information.”

“Okay, so go check on Dero and leave me the hell alone.  I don’t have time to listen to your pathetic lectures.  I need to get to San Francisco, and I only came here for my stuff.”  Misty says, as she zips up her suitcase, turns around and glares at Dixie.

“You realize that everyone hates you right now, right?  Even people who don’t particularly care for Spike are on his side after what you did to him…even Angelica.”

Misty throws her head back and laughs. “Like I give a shit?  I’ve seen her spew her bullshit on Twitter.  I’m a big girl.  I can make my own decisions.  People don’t like it?  Too damn bad.”

Misty is about to walk past Dixie, but Dixie steps in front of her, preventing her from leaving.

“I hope Angelica rips you apart.  I can’t stand her, but I really hope she kicks your ass for what you did to your family.  You’re a cold, heartless bitch, and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Misty’s nostrils flare and she looks into Dixie’s eyes.  She drops her suitcase, breathing slowly.  Just then she shoves Dixie so hard, Dixie falls hard on her butt.  She looks up at Misty, wide-eyed and shocked, but Misty stands her ground.

“The only one who will get ripped apart on Sunday is Angelica.  I’m going to make sure she NEVER gets a shot at my NWA Cruiserweight title.  Oh, and one more thing, Dixie.”  Misty proceeds to remove the engagement ring Spike had given her, and tosses it on the floor in front of Dixie as if it were nothing.

“Give that back to Spike for me.”  She then grabs her suitcase, and walks back downstairs and out of the house.  Dixie reaches for the engagement ring, still shocked, but she grips it in her hand and gets back to her feet.  She looks at the ring, and shakes her head.

“Spike is sooooo much better off without her.  Heartless bitch is putting it lightly apparently.”

The scene fades away as Dixie heads downstairs to go check on the family cat.

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Saturday March 24th
San Francisco, California

The scene opens up inside of Misty’s hotel room, inside of an unknown hotel.  Misty is on the bed, sitting back and watching some TV.  She seems to be quite relaxed, as she flips through the channels, when there is a knock at the door.  Misty looks toward the door, confused, as she didn’t tell anyone where she would be staying before this week’s Climax Control.  She turns the TV off, sets the remote on the bed, then heads to the door.  She looks through the peephole, and sighs as she sees who is standing outside her door.  She slowly opens the door, revealing SCW interviewer, Pussy Willow standing in front of her.  Misty leans against the doorway.

“How the hell did you find me?  I didn’t tell anyone where I would be staying.”  Misty says, the annoyance clearly coming out in her voice.

“Oh, I have my ways of finding people.  You’ve been very hard to get in touch with this week, Misty.”  Pussy Willow responds with a polite smile.

Misty rolls her eyes. “For good reason.  I have nothing to say to anyone right now.  You wasted your time coming here.”

Pussy Willow shakes her head. “Everyone deserves an explanation, Misty.  The fans…the entire SCW roster.  Why did you turn on Spike?  Why did you attack him in front of your whole family and everyone watching?”

Misty shakes her head and smiles. “No comment.”

“Okay, then.  How about we talk about your big match against Angelica tomorrow?  Are you at all worried that she could very well upset you and walk away with the win?”

Misty laughs, and folds her arms. “Are you serious?  First off, this is hardly considered a ‘big’ match.  I’ll be dominating this match, and Angelica will be lucky if she gets in one shot against me.  Second, there’s no chance in hell that Angelica will beat me, so no, I’m not at all worried.”

“This may be a non-title match, but if Angelica beats you, she’ll---“

Misty holds up a finger, silencing Pussy Willow.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…If Angelica beats me, she’ll get a shot at my NWA Cruiserweight Title at a future date.  We all know this already!   She’s not coming anywhere near my title…plain and simple.”

“Angelica seems to be saying otherwise.”  Pussy Willow responds.

Misty shakes her head. “I don’t give a damn what Angelica says!  That talentless hag doesn’t have what it takes to be the NWA Cruiserweight Champion.  Hell, she doesn’t even have what it takes to be the Bombshell Champion.  Especially now that she is hanging out with that supermodel reject, Veronica Taylor.  You really say some of the stupidest things, you know that?”

“Veronica Taylor and Angelica seemed to have teamed up on Twitter, and started quite the war of words with you.  What do you say about that?”

“What do I say about that?”  Misty laughs again. “The only thing those two are good at is using their mouths.  Whether its spewing out a bunch of bullshit, or…well, you catch my drift…that’s all the REAL talent they are useful for.  Angelica wouldn’t even have this opportunity if she wasn’t doing personal favors for Hot Stuff.  But, I shouldn’t complain.  It just makes my first match as Cruiserweight Champion that much easier.  She and Veronica can say all they want on Twitter.  I simply do…not…care.  How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Once more as always, it seems.  What do you plan to do if you run into Spike tomorrow at Climax Control?”

“I won’t have to worry about that.”  Misty replies confidently.

“Why not?”

“Because if I know Spike, which I think I do, he won’t be there.  He’ll be sulking in his own self pity and will be too scared to show up to Climax Control.  Even if he was, it wouldn’t bother me.  Now, are you done wasting my time with these pointless questions?”

Pussy Willow smiles politely again and nods.  “If you are done answering, then I suppose I am.  Good luck tomorrow night.”

“I won’t need it.  Buh-bye, now.”  Misty then slams the door in Pussy Willow’s face without hesitation.  Pussy Willow seems slightly surprised, but not for long.  She shrugs her shoulders and walks off down the hall, heading to her next interview.

*SCENE FADES TO BLACK*

 Sunday February 26th 10 A.M

“Mommy!  I wanna go!  Can I go?!”  Four year old Eden Staggs jumps up and down on her parent’s bed as her mother, Misty is working on getting her suitcase packed.  She and Spike leave for London tomorrow, and there is nothing like last minute packing to stress her out.  She looks at Eden, half smiling and shakes her head.

“We already told you, sweetie.  You have to stay here with Auntie Dixie and Auntie Desiree.  This is going to be a long trip for me and Daddy, and you can’t come with us.  Not this time, okay?”  Misty reminds her daughter.  Eden just lowers her head, and pouts, bottom lip out and all.

“But I wanna go!  I’ll be good.  I promise!”  Eden plops down on the bed, doing her best to get Misty to let her go on the trip with them.  Misty, however, does not give in.

“No, Eden.”  She says.  “It’s too late to bring you along, so please stop your begging.  I promise you, next time we’ll take you with, okay?”

Eden folds her arms across her chest, giving Misty a mean look.

“You’re mean!  I’ll just ask Daddy!”

Misty shakes her head, giving Eden a stern look.  “Daddy won’t let you go, either, sweetie.  I’ve told you several times already that you can’t go with us.  If you ask one more time—“

“DAAAAADDDDY!!”

Eden runs out of the room, calling for Spike.  Misty shakes her head once again, and gets back to finishing packing her suitcase.  

“I swear, that child of mine gets more of an attitude every day.”

A few minutes later, Misty’s fiancée, Spike Staggs, walks into their room without Eden.  Eden’s screaming can be heard, as she is running to her room, throwing quite the temper tantrum.  Spike leans against the doorway.  Misty looks at him, trying not to laugh.

“Judging by her screaming right now, I’m guessing you told her exactly what I said.  Seriously, Spike, how did she get like this overnight?”  Misty asks, as she sits down on the bed next to her suitcase.  

“Maybe you should ask Dixie that question.  She is the one who babysits the majority of the time, and I’m pretty sure she has a hard time saying no when Eden gets upset.  Hell I have a hard enough time telling her no.”  Spike says, shrugging his shoulders.  He walks inside the room and sits next to Misty.  

“I’m exhausted just thinking about this trip, Spike.  I’ve been running on pure adrenaline these last couple of weeks.”  Misty runs her hand through her hair, looking at her suitcase to see what else she needs to pack.

“Don’t worry about the J-Cup, babe.  You’re gonna go in there and kill it.  Just relax.”

Misty laughs.  “I didn’t say I was worried, Spike.  I’ve been working my ass off these past couple of weeks.  I’ve been waiting for the J-Cup to get here, and it finally is.  I want the NWA Cruiserweight Championship more than anything.  Hell, I might want it more than the Bombshell Championship.”

Spike lets out a laugh now.  “Well you don’t have to worry about that.  After tonight you won’t have to worry about that, because you’ll have the Bombshell Championship, and soon, you’ll have the NWA Cruiserweight title.  You’ll be the real Golden Standard, and everyone will see that.”

Misty takes in a deep breath and stands up.  She checks her duffle bag that she packed for Blaze of Glory tonight, making sure all of her wrestling gear is inside.  

“I sure hope so.  None of the other guys in the gauntlet have even mentioned that they could end up facing a woman.  Even Justin Underwood has kept his mouth shut.  They must be terrified.”

Spike nods in agreement.  “I can’t say I blame them.  I’d be afraid to face you.”

“Yeah, because you know I could easily kick your ass.”  Misty says with a laugh.  She zips up her duffel bag and turns around to face Spike.

“That’s only because I’d let you kick my ass.”  Spike replies with a wink.  Misty lets out a loud laugh, and surprisingly snorts too, causing Spike to burst out laughing.

“You just…snorted!”  Spike says, pointing at Misty.

“You can be such a child sometimes, you know that?”  She replies, rolling her eyes and leaning against the wall.  Spike continues laughing.

“Oh, give it a rest already, Spike.  I snorted.  Big deal!  I think you’ve been hanging around Jamie too much.  His stupidity is starting to rub off on you apparently.”

“I’m sorry…I’ve just never heard you snort before.  It shocked me.”  Spike says, his laughter finally subsiding.  He looks at Misty, as she just glares at him with almost an annoyed look on her face.  Her seriousness soon fades, as she smiles and shakes her head.

“Are you done packing yet?  We can’t waste any time packing in the morning, so we need to get this shit done now.  We’re going to be the last ones to London as it is because of Blaze of Glory tonight.”  Misty glances to Spike’s suitcase on the opposite side of the room.  It’s zipped closed, so she doesn’t know if he has it packed yet.

“Already done.”  Spike nods.  “I’ve got everything I need, so stop worrying.”

“I already told you I’m not worrying, Spike.  I just don’t want to get to London any later than we already will be.  Half of the guys I could end up facing area already there.” Misty snaps at him.  

“So?”  Spike says.  “This will only show how committed you are to wrestling.  How many of those other guys can say that they have two matches in three days, in cities halfway across the world from one another?  Other than Lucian Frost and Justin Underwood, I don’t think any of them can say that.”

Spike walks up to Misty, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.  She takes in a deep breath and relaxes a little.

“I just don’t want to seem like I bit off more than I can chew, you know?  I know I can do this, but I know there are people out there who doubt me.  I can’t prove them right.”  She lays her head against his chest, closing her eyes and thinking.

“I don’t know of a single person out there who doubts you.  You CAN do this.  I know you know that.  If anyone doubts you, that is there problem.  None of those other guys have anything on you.”  Spike says, as Misty steps away from him.

“Apparently my opponents must doubt me.  Not one of them seems to have put any focus on me, or Lucian Frost for that matter.  I think these guys doubt the talent in SCW as a whole.  That’s okay, though.  I’ll go in there and shock the hell out of everybody.  I’m going to walk out of there as the NWA Cruiserweight Champion, because I’m better than any of those other guys.”

Before Spike can respond, a loud crash can be heard from the other room, followed by the sound of Spike and Misty’s son, Timmy, yelling furiously.  Misty lowers her head and sighs.

“We better go see what she broke this time.”

Spike nods in agreement, and the two slowly and almost hesitantly walk out of their room.  God only knows what kind of mischief Eden has gotten herself into this time.

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The adrenaline is kicking into high gear.  The excitement can hardly be contained.  History is about to be made, and not just by anyone.  One of the hardest working people Sin City Wrestling has to offer is about to take her career to the next level.  SCW Bombshell, Misty, has a very busy week ahead of her, and losing focus on either of the biggest matches of her career to date is not something she plans to do, either.

The first thing on her to-do list starts this Sunday, February 26th at the Palms Resort and Casino in Las Vegas.  She finally has her return shot at regaining what she lost at SCW’s last supershow, December to Dismember.  The Bombshell Championship is once again within her grasp and she plans to take it…No, not take it.  She plans to EARN it, though in her eyes, she already has earned it.  Once Blaze of Glory is said and done, she’ll be the Bombshell Champion once again.

And then,  three days later, she’ll be in London, for a match, or matches, even bigger than that.  The NWA World Cruiserweight Championship is now within her grasp.  She has her chance to prove she is one of the best the wrestling world has to offer.  Sin City Wrestling already knows what she brings to each and every match, but now the entire NWA will know, too.  By the end of the night on February 29th, everyone will be talking about Misty.  Not just that night, but for months and years to come, they will be telling the story of how Sin City Wrestling’s very own, Misty, won the NWA World Cruiserweight Championship.

They will know what a deserving and committed champion really looks like…and Misty can hardly wait.

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Sunday February 26th, 2012—hours before Blaze of Glory

The scene opens up backstage the Palms Resort and Casino in Las Vegas.  It is the site of SCW’s next supershow, Blaze of Glory.  Standing in front of the camera is none other than SCW’s very own reporter, Ms. Rocky Mountains, along with former Bombshell Champion, Misty.

Ms. Rocky:  Hello, everyone, and welcome to Las Vegas.  In just a few short hours, our next, and biggest super show yet, Blaze of Glory is set to air live right here from the Palms Resort and Casino!  Every championship will be defended tonight, and right now I have with me a challenger to one of the championships.  The battle for the Bombshell Championship has been very heated these last few weeks, and tonight’s four-corner match could very well be the match of the night.  Former Bombshell Champion, Misty, is doing everything in her power to reclaim the title that Kittie defeated her for just a couple of months ago.  Misty, how do you feel going into tonight’s match?

Misty:  I’ve never felt better, honestly.  I’m at the top of my game, and I know what I have to do to win tonight, and I will win.  People may say the odds are stacked against me, considering I have three other opponents, but I don’t see it that way.  I see myself as the one to beat tonight, even though I am not the champion walking into this match.  I’m focused.  I’m determined, and there’s not a damn thing that anyone can do about it.  

Ms. Rocky: There are rumors going around that your head hasn’t been in the right place a lot recently.  People have seen you get distracted in a couple of your last matches, and a lot of them feel that the same thing could happen tonight.  What do you have to say in response to those rumors?

Misty politely laughs, and shakes her head.

Misty: I have to say they are just that, Ms. Rocky…rumors.  People can claim all they want they know what’s going on inside my head, but they don’t.  I have my shot at finally regaining what is rightfully mine, and what has been mine all along, and I’m not going to let anything distract me.  What those people think they saw was nothing.  My head is in the right place.  I can assure you all of that.

Ms. Rocky:  So how do you explain your actions during your last matches?

Misty looks at Ms. Rocky from the corner of her eyes, being as polite and friendly as possible.

Misty: That is none of your concern, and I suggest if you wish to continue with this interview, that you choose to move on to a different question.

Ms. Rocky nods her head, not satisfied with the answer, but she moves on with the interview.

Ms. Rocky: Your performance in your matches recently has some questioning whether or not you really have it in you to be the champion once again.  How do you feel about that?

Misty: Who the hell are these people you are referring to, exactly?  Or, better question, whose matches are you watching, because they sure as hell aren’t mine!  I’ve gone out and busted my ass each and every match that I have been booked in, and there should be no doubt in ANYONE’s mind that I will be the champion again.  So my win loss record isn’t the best that Sin City Wrestling has seen.  That doesn’t matter.  What matters is that I step into that ring every damn week and I fight to prove to everyone that I’m still the best.  My heart and soul is in this business.  

Ms. Rocky: Current Bombshell Champion, Kittie, has been very outspoken about her claims that you turned your back on your friendship with her.  She claims you were too selfish to allow her to be the Bombshell Champion.  What are your feelings toward Kittie right now, and do you think you two will ever be friends again?

Misty folds her arms across her chest and smiles.  She laughs again, as she takes a few seconds to gather her thoughts, before she answers the question.

Misty: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.  Kittie likes to dwell on the past and what she thinks she knows.  Those voices in her head and feeding her a bunch of bullshit lies, and she wouldn’t know the truth if it jumped up and bit her in the ass.  I never turned my back on Kittie.  I was very clear that I knew she had it in her to be a champion one day, but she obviously didn’t believe me.  You all saw as she turned her back on ME when she attacked me during The Surf Shack, and then later on she stole MY Bombshell Title belt.  Sure, she went and won it fair and square at December to Dismember, but that doesn’t change what she did.  Now, do I blame her?  I don’t know, honestly.  It’s hard to have female friends in this business when we are all fighting for the same thing.  We all want to be the best, and it’s hard to let someone else be in that spotlight we all crave.  From my point of view, I don’t know where my friendship with Kittie lies, and I don’t know if we’ll be friends again.  That is up to her, really.

Ms. Rocky: Do you think that you and Kittie will be able to set aside your differences, even temporarily to keep Raynin and Brooklyn Carter out of the picture?

Misty: Maybe, maybe not.  Raynin and Brooklyn know who the ones to beat in this match are, so I’m sure they will do what they feel they need to in order to knock me and Kittie out.  My business with Kittie is far from finished, and she knows it.  She might want to get those two out of the picture so she has me all to herself, and I might want to do the same.  I’m going to let whatever happens, happen.  I can tell you this, I’m going to do whatever the hell I need to do to make sure that Brooklyn Carter does not walk out of that match with the belt around her waist.  I don’t even understand how she was even given a shot at the title.

A look of disgust appears on Misty’s face as she speaks about Brooklyn Carter.

Ms. Rocky: Why are you so against Brooklyn Carter?  When you two faced each other just over a month ago, you spoke very highly of her.  What changed?

Misty: I’ll tell you what changed.  I studied her.  I watched her closely, and I did my research on her.  She’s got problems.  Problems that do not need to be associated with the Bombshell Champion.  I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time even speaking about her.  I have more important things to worry about.

Ms. Rocky: And what about Raynin?  You haven’t had much to say about Raynin.

Misty: What is there to say about her?  She hasn’t done much of anything to talk about.  Nothing she has done has been memorable in my eyes, and that’s a fact.  She hasn’t won the bombshell championship.  She had her shot, but she failed.  The only thing she managed to do that I remember is cost me a win when I was forced to team up with her a few weeks ago.  Don’t think I don’t have payback planned for that.  

Misty cracks her knuckles and looks around her, as several SCW staff members pass by them, doing last minute preparations for Blaze of Glory.

Ms. Rocky: Let me switch our attention now to just a few nights from tonight.  In just three days, you are scheduled to face Lucian Frost in the “Miracle Mile” wild card match to determine who will be the final entrant in the gauntlet match for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship.  Blade Alexander was also scheduled to be in that match, but he unexpectedly left SCW just last week.  What are your feelings on that?

A wide smile spreads across Misty’s face as she thinks about that upcoming match.

Misty: How am I feeling?  Do you not pay attention to anything I do, Ms. Rocky?  The past few weeks have been nothing but pure adrenaline for me!  Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have not denied they do not approve of women facing men, so I’m still in shock that they even signed off on my participation in this tournament.  Not only that, but Christian personally fought to get me involved, when he didn’t have to.  That goes to show how confident they are of the talent they have signed to SCW…how confident they are of what they KNOW I will do.  As for Blade Alexander...well, I’m not going to waste much of my time speaking about him.  I was looking forward to facing him, but he had to be a little bitch and walk out on SCW when he had two big opportunities ahead of him.  Pathetic if you ask me.

Ms. Rocky: And what about Justin Underwood?  You could very well end up facing Justin Underwood in the gauntlet match.

Misty laughs.  She looks behind Ms. Rocky at SCW’s banner hanging on the wall promoting Blaze of Glory.  More specifically, she looks at the image of Justin Underwood on that banner.

Misty: Oh what can I say about JT…Oh, I’m sorry…JUSTIN Underwood.  What can I say about him that hasn’t already been said?  A lot of people are comparing him to Blade Alexander right now, but really, there is no comparison.  Blade didn’t walk out when he had the championship.  Justin did.  He can say all he wants that management forced him to take a step back, but I don’t buy it.  I teamed up with Justin a few months back on Climax Control.  I saw how he struggled before then.  He was always reinventing himself, and couldn’t figure out who he really was.  Then, just two weeks ago, he made his return as Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s protégé.  Not only that, but after he LOST to my fiancée Spike, and Casey Williams, he attacked Spike.  Justin Underwood is a coward, and if I’m lucky enough to face him in the gauntlet match, I’ll do more than just slap him like I did on Climax Control.  

Ms. Rocky: How do you feel about Justin Underwood’s relative quietness about the gauntlet match?

Misty thinks for a second, trying to come up with the right words to say.

Misty: I honestly could care less.  He’s apparently more focused on getting his ass kicked by Spike and Jordan tonight than thinking about bringing NWA gold to SCW.  That’s okay, though.  It makes things a hell of a lot easier for me.  Hopefully Spike doesn’t hurt Justin too much, just in case I get the chance to face him.  I want him at one-hundred percent when I can get my hands on him.

Ms. Rocky: Some of your other possible opponents include a former NWA World Heavyweight Champion.  Does that bring your confidence down at all?

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty:  Are you kidding me?  Absolutely NOT.  What does it say that a former world heavyweight champion is now going after the cruiserweight championship?  It means his wrestling ability has diminished.  Why else would someone go for a title that is, quite honestly, beneath them?  These guys that have fought in the heavyweight circuit need to leave the cruiserweight division to the TRUE cruiserweights.  They’ll be pretty embarrassed when one of us beats them.  I wouldn’t want to put myself through that embarrassment, even for a title.  

Ms. Rocky:  In order for you to gain that final spot in the gauntlet match, you must first beat Lucian Frost, our current SCW Roulette Champion.  Are you at all nervous about facing him?

Misty simply shakes her head.

Misty:  No, I’m not.  I’m actually excited to face Lucian.  I’ve seen what he can do.  He brings a lot to every match, but I know I can walk away with the victory.  I will admit, the fact he is so mysterious is the only thing that is a bit off-putting, but I’ve had a few chances to watch his in-ring skills.  He might have more technical in-ring abilities than I do, but we’re both high fliers.  Our match will be one to watch, because I plan to give the NWA and everyone watching at him one hell of a show.  I’m sure Lucian feels the same.

Ms. Rocky:  Any last words for anyone watching?

Misty: I just want everyone in the NWA watching to know that, once this gauntlet is all said and done, I’ll be the one with my hand raised in victory.  I’ll be holding the NWA Cruiserweight Title, and I’m going to wear it with pride and dignity.  I’m that confident in what I KNOW I can do.  Don’t make the mistake of doubting me.  I’m going to make sure everyone is talking about this tournament for years to come, and that my name will be remembered in NWA history.  That’s a promise to EVERYONE.  You are all officially on notice.

Misty looks into the camera one last time.  She just stares into it, as if looking each and every one of the men she could end up facing in the eyes.  She is determined and she is confident.  Nothing can bring her down.

Scene fades to black.

 They say everything happens for a reason, but who really believes that?  Let’s face it, not everyone’s lives are jam packed with sunshine and daisies.  Life comes with its ups and downs, but some people are dealt far worse things than most other people.  Some deal with it and move on, while others let each and every blow bring them further down the latter, closer to rock bottom.

Every memory we have shapes us into the people we are today.  Whether it is a positive experience or a negative one, we carry these memories with us every day.  The positive experiences we choose to remember, and look back on them with a smile on our faces.  The negative ones, however, can affect us far more than any good experience we might have.  Some memories we consider so horrible, we store them away into the back of our minds for as long as we possibly can.  How else can we expect to move on with our lives and show any shred of happiness, right?  It’s better to just forget some things, than to ever dwell on it for the rest of your life.  Right?

Wrong!

If there is experience or event in your life you wish had never happened, do what you can to confront the situation.  Heal from it.  Forgetting is not healing.  Forgetting is only stowing the problem away temporarily, only to have it return at an expected, and in some instances, inopportune time, ten times worse.  These memories can eat away at you, and sometimes, slowly kill you.  Whether it be from guilt, or some other situation, a bad memory needs to be addressed.  Before it’s too late.  Don’t let the anger…the hate…the shame…don’t let it build up inside of you until one day you just snap.  Because it’s bound to happen sooner or later.

And in Misty’s case, seventeen years later.

Misty is sound asleep on the sofa in the living room…again.  She is tucked under a blanket, and a pillow is under her head.  She appears to be sleeping peacefully, until she suddenly starts to stir.  She begins kicking her feet, and low whimpers, almost like a child having a nightmare can be heard.  Not long after, she springs up into a sitting position and looks around.  A tear falls down her cheek, and she wipes it away.

“Damn it.  I’m in serious trouble if this doesn’t stop.”

She pulls her knees up to her chest and buries her head into her knees with a sigh.  Just as she tries to relax, a familiar voice startles her.

“Bad dreams again, Misty?”

Misty raises her head just enough to glance in front of her.  Next to her on the sofa is the ghostly image that has been haunting her for weeks now.  Her friend from her teenage years just won’t seem to leave her alone, and only continues to cause more problems and distractions for Misty.

“Like you don’t know what I’ve been dreaming about?  Please, Syd, I’m not stupid.”

“You know as well as I do that they’re not dreams.  You just refuse to talk about them and admit that what you are seeing in your mind at night are memories.  They are memories you repressed into the back of your mind that are begging to be let out.  Just admit it, Misty.”

Misty laughs and reaches to the table next to the sofa, grabbing the remote for the TV.  She turns the TV on, and begins quickly channel surfing, checking to see if anything can catch her interest this late at night.  

“If you keep ignoring your past the way you are, your future is in a padded room, Misty.  A padded room, or possibly worse.  Trust me.”

Misty looks at Sydney from the corner of her eye.  She growls as she continues to flip from channel to channel quickly.

“I’m not ignoring anything, Syd.  I’m just fine thank you very much.  I know what my future holds for me.  I’m not some crazy nutjob that needs to be locked away.”

Now Sydney is the one laughing.  Misty finally turns the TV off, not interested in anything she briefly saw at the moment, and she tosses the remote back on the table.

“How did we become friends, Misty?”

Misty looks at Sydney, slightly confused.

“What does that have to do with anything?  You know how we became friends.”

“Just answer the damn question.  Don’t try and lie and say you don’t remember, because I know for a fact you do.”

Misty nods, and rolls her eyes.

“Of course I remember.  How could I forget?”

*****FLASHBACK SEQUENCE*****

October 1993…

It’s halfway through the first semester of the high school year.  It’s the first Wednesday of the month, and as is customary for this local high school in the Chicago area, school is being let out early today.  During the final passing period of the day, the students are heading to their lockers to get their supplies for their next classes.  Friends congregate around each other’s lockers.  A group of four or five friends crowd around one girls locker in particular, and when another dark haired girl is walking past, one of the girls stops her.

“Hey, Misty, do you have a problem with me?!”

Misty turns and looks at her, confused and surprised by her outburst.

“Sydney what are you talking about?  Why would I have a problem with you?”

Sydney steps forward, nearly getting nose to nose with Misty.  A look of hatred appears in her eyes, and her cheeks start to turn slightly red from anger.

“I don’t know, you tell me, bitch.  I hear you’ve been spreading rumors about me behind my back.  Something about me supposedly being a lesbian or something?”

Misty laughs and shakes her head, vehemently denying any wrong doing.

“Are you serious?!  I don’t know who told you that, but I never said anything about you.  Chill out, okay?”

Sydney’s eyes suddenly widen, and just as she is about to punch Misty, three of her other friends pull her back, though one of them looks as though she wished she hadn’t and would much rather witness the impending ass-kicking.

“Chill out?!  You’re telling ME to chill out?!  You better stay as far away from me as you possibly can, because if I have the chance, I’m gonna kick your ass you lying bitch!”

The other girls struggle to hold Sydney back.  They urge Misty to walk away, and she slowly does.  Misty takes a few steps back, but Sydney continues to glare at her with evil eyes.

“Syd, I don’t know who told you whatever you heard, but I didn’t say or do anything.  It’s probably someone trying to start shit, which they obviously have, so think what you want.”

Misty then turns around and walks away.  The sound of Sydney’s fist meeting her locker follows, as Misty walks down the corridor, heading to her own locker.

*****BACK TO THE PRESENT*****

Misty is sitting on the sofa, laughing almost hysterically as she remembers that day from their freshman year of high school.  She looks at Sydney, who is also laughing with her.

“God that was such a crazy day, wasn’t it?  After school let out, my sister Jackie picked me up, and we drove over to McDonald’s for some lunch.  You were there, along with Amanda, Rachel and someone else I can’t remember at the moment.  Amanda threw a fry at the back of Jackie’s head.  You started talking shit, and Jackie got involved.  For some reason you started walking back to the school, so Jackie drove me back.  I still can’t believe she forced Mr. Grace to sit us in his office and hash things out.  I thought for sure you were going to kick my ass in there.”

“But I didn’t, did I?  We screamed and yelled at each other for a few minutes until we figured things out.  The next day we were talking in school, and by the end of the year, we were almost like best friends.  Your sister did us a favor if you ask me.”

Misty nods, and her laughter subsides, as does Sydney’s.  Sydney looks at her, her expression now turning serious.

“You remember the good memories and you can talk about them, but what about the others?  What about the following year, Misty?”

Misty closes her eyes and sighs.  She begins shaking her head.

“I can’t do this, Syd.  How many times do I have to tell you I can’t bring up all these feelings from the past?  I have two important matches coming up in the next two weeks.  I can’t lose these matches.  Don’t you get it?  I can’t keep failing.”

“I’m trying to help you here, Misty.  If you don’t get over this guilt you’re carrying, you won’t be able to face Kittie, let alone Brooklyn and Raynin.  It’s what’s keeping me here.  This is eating away at you, and you know it.  Stop denying what happened and just TALK about it!”

Misty shakes her head, doing exactly what Sydney wants her to stop doing.  She further denies everything Sydney is telling her.  Just then, Misty’s cat, Dero, jumps on to the sofa, and rubs against Misty’s leg.  She pets him, and he immediately starts purring.

“I don’t feel guilty about anything, Syd.  I have nothing to feel guilty about.”

“You’re only lying to yourself then.  Tell me, when was the first time you saw me?  When did I first appear to you?”

Misty doesn’t respond right away.  She picks Dero up, placing him in her lap where he makes himself comfortable and relaxed.

“You know the answer to that.  You scared the shit out of me at December to Dismember in my match against Kittie.  I lost the Bombshell Title because of that.”

“Exactly.”

Misty is now more confused than ever.  Dero stares in Sydney’s direction, letting out a low growl as if protecting his owner.  Misty couldn’t tell if he could see Sydney, or just sense her presence.  Whatever the case, he wasn’t leaving Misty’s side.

“Exactly what?  Syd, you’re starting to confuse me even more, and I can’t handle this anymore.  I can’t handle all this stress you’re putting me through by being here.”

“Geez, Misty!  Do I need to spell it out for you?!  This feud with Kittie brought this all on!  That letter she wrote you reached the part of your subconscious that you stored all of this guilt.  Everything she said hit you like a ton of bricks.  It hit you harder than you want to admit to anyone, especially yourself!  It’s the reason you don’t want to read my letter.”

Dero keeps his eyes on Sydney, or in her direction as it seems, as he lays his head down on Misty’s lap, not moving another inch.  Misty continues to run her hand along his back slowly, his purring keeping her calm.

“Kittie turned her back on me, okay?!  I didn’t do the shit she says I did!  I didn’t do to her what I did to y---“

Misty stops herself from finishing the sentence.  Sydney smiles, knowing Misty can’t deny it anymore.

“What you did to me…It’s about time you admitted it to yourself.  That’s the first step.”

“And what is the next step?”

Sydney looks deep into Misty’s eyes, as if planting the memory inside her mind.

“You have to talk about it out loud.  You can’t deny it anymore, and you need to tell someone about it.  TALK, Misty.”

“I dropped you, Syd.  I just completely dropped you as a friend when you needed me the most.”

Sydney nods slowly as Misty continues to open up, unleashing a fury of emotion she never thought possible.  The events from her sophomore year come rushing back to her mind, and she is unable to stop them.

*****FLASHBACK SEQUENCE #2*****

September 1994

It’s almost a year after Sydney very nearly tore into Misty, wanting to tear her eyes out and leave her scarred for life.  But, as is the case in most teenage girls lives in high school, they used words to fight it out, and now, they were close friends.  Misty went over to Sydney’s house after school on some occasions, as well as hung out there some weekends.  They had completely gotten over what had happened the previous year.

Sydney’s life was far from perfect, and Misty was well aware of the things her friend had to deal with at home.  Sydney’s father was a county police officer, an alcoholic, and was abusive towards her mother, and at times her as well.  Sydney’s mother was also an alcoholic, and a chain smoker on top of that, and chose to deal with the constant fighting every day.  In some cases, when Misty was spending time at the Campbell’s house, she and Sydney would be listening to music or watching movies in Sydney’s room, and they would hear the screaming and yelling downstairs.  Sydney would apologize, but Misty understood.  She might not have been in the same situation, but her home life wasn’t perfect either.  It was what made their friendship work.

So on this Friday night in September, Misty is preparing to head over to Sydney’s house.  It’s not a long walk from her house, and just as she is about to head out the door, her mother stops her.

“Where do you think you’re going?’

Misty rolls her eyes as she turns around and faces her mother.

“I’m going over to Syd’s house.  It’s a Friday night, and I’m not going to be cooped up in this house all night.  Sydney’s mom said it was okay for me to stay over tonight, so don’t freak out when I don’t come home.”

Misty was good at lying, but even if she wasn’t, she knew her mother would believe her.  Sydney’s parents rarely ever notice when Misty is there, and the times they do, they say nothing about it.

“Cut the attitude, Misty, I was only asking.  You had no plans on telling me where you were going, so I was just getting information on where you will be.  I trust Sydney’s phone number is on the refrigerator just in case?”

Misty nods, but doesn’t say anything in response.  The impatience is shown in her facial expression, as she taps her foot, waiting for the go-ahead to leave.

“Don’t be gone all weekend.  I’m sure you have homework to do, and don’t think you’re going to keep getting away with never being home.  Go ahead and go to Sydney’s, and be careful on the walk there.”

Misty wastes no time in running out the door with her duffel bag over her shoulder.  She heads down the block in the direction of Sydney’s house.  Just a few blocks down, she hears a lot of commotion coming from the backyard of one of the houses, and it sparks her interest.  She heads toward the backyard, along the fence separating two houses, and peaks at what is going on.  A makeshift wrestling ring is set up, though it’s not very sturdy, and several props and weapons are strewn about, including a steel ladder and trash cans.  Two boys, close to Misty’s age, are “wrestling” in their own version of a hardcore match, both with cuts on their foreheads, and looking extremely disheveled and tired.

Misty watches as they attempt high risk maneuvers, very nearly breaking their bodies in the process, but something about their stupidity intrigues her.  She almost loses track of time, as she sneaks away unseen by the group, and continues on her way to Sydney’s house, but she can’t stop thinking about what she had just seen.  And a huge part of her wanted in on the fun.  She knew she could take them on…and she would confront the group tomorrow after she left Sydney’s house.

Six Months later…

Sydney walks up the sidewalk leading to Misty’s house, holding a white envelope in her hand.  She has a blank expression on her face, as she walks up to the door, and knocks.  She stands outside the door for several seconds, before it slowly opens and Misty’s mother appears.  She offers Sydney a polite smile, as she opens the screen door.

“Oh, hello, Sydney, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thanks.  Misty isn’t home is she?”

Misty’s mother shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, she’s not.  I actually think she’s just down the street with some of her other friends if you’d like to go and speak to her?”

Sydney now shakes her head.  She holds the letter up in front of Misty’s mother.

“No, that’s okay.  Would you leave this for her, please?  It’s important that she reads it.”

“Sure, I’ll make sure she gets it as soon as she gets home.  Are you sure you’re okay?  You look like something is bothering you, sweetie.”

Sydney musters a small smile as if saying she’s ok.

“I’m okay, really.  Thanks for asking, though.  It was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Waters.”

Sydney turns around, and then waves goodbye to Misty’s mother as she walks off down the sidewalk, and back in the direction of her own home.  Misty’s mother watches as Sydney walks down the street slowly, her face to the ground the whole way.  She knew deep down that something was not right with her daughter’s friend, but she hoped she was wrong.  She looked at the envelope, tempted to open it and read what was inside, but she couldn’t do it.  Instead, she walked to Misty’s room and placed the letter on Misty’s pillow, where Misty would find it when she got home later.

*****BACK TO NOW*****

“Why didn’t you ever read the letter, Misty?  I know you saw it on your pillow, but you just tossed it aside like it was garbage.  Why didn’t you read it?”

The tears are now welling up in Misty’s eyes.  She’s fighting the emotions as best as she can, but the memories won’t allow it.

“I had every intention of reading it, Syd.  I was going to read it the next day, but then your sister called and told me what had happened, and I couldn’t.  I couldn’t get myself to open that letter and read the things I knew were bound to be written in there.  I knew if I opened that letter, I would be done for.  So, I just went on with my life.  I mourned you for a while, but I moved on and got over it…or so I thought.”

Misty opens her eyes to find that Sydney isn’t next to her anymore.  She looks around, wondering where she went.

“Syd?  Where did you go?  I know you’re still here!”

Dero yawns in Misty’s lap and his eyes dart around the room, looking for the thing he considers a danger to his master.  Just then, Sydney’s voice comes from behind Misty, causing Dero to fly sky high above Misty’s lap and onto the floor with a hiss.  He turns around, arches his back and hisses again, getting a laugh out of Misty.

“Well now is your chance.  Reading this letter won’t make you feel any worse than you already do, so just read it now.  You need to get it over with now so you can prepare for the Bombshell Match and then the Super J match in London.  Your mind won’t be focused otherwise.  So take the letter and read it.”

Misty turns around, spotting the letter on the table next to her.  Sydney is nowhere to be seen, having disappeared again, this time, giving Misty the time she needs to read the letter she should have read seventeen years ago.  Misty takes the letter, and holds it in front of her.  The tears continue to run down her cheek, as she turns the envelope over and very slowly, she rips the envelope open.
**END SCENE**

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Thursday February 15th, 2011

The scene opens up inside Misty and Spike’s trophy room.  A single chair is placed in the center of the room.  It is placed strategically so the camera facing its direction can see the various trophies and mementos of the accomplishments she has from her career, including her framed GXW Women’s Championship belt, and photos from several of her prominent wins in both GXW, and her more recent matches in SCW.  A photo of Misty holding the SCW Bombshell Title high above her after winning in at High Stakes is enlarged and sitting next to the chair, also in the camera’s view.

The camera shakes a bit as Misty hits the button to start the recording process.  She walks in front of the camera, then sits in the chair, looking at the photo next to her, a smile appearing on her face.

“I want you all to take a good look at this photo next to me.  It wasn’t that long ago that I was hoisting the Bombshell Title high above me.  The referee was raising my hand in victory and I was announced as the very first SCW Bombshell Champion.  It was a night I’m sure many of you remember vividly, because I know I do, and I will never forget that night.  I walked into High Stakes guaranteeing that I would walk out as the Bombshell Champion, and I did.  I pinned Kittie fair and square, as much as she would like to tell you all differently.”

Misty laughs.  She folds her arms across her chest and crosses her left leg over her right before continuing to speak into the camera.

“In eleven days, I plan to do EXACTLY the same thing.  I’m going into Blaze of Glory as a challenger, but you can bet your ass that once all is said and done, I’ll be walking out as the NEW Bombshell Champion…a TWO-TIME Bombshell Champion at that.  There isn’t a damn thing any of my three opponents can do about it.  Take a look around me, and you’ll see proof that I am a real champion.  I am the only TRUE Bombshell Champion that SCW has to offer.  Kittie has simply been keeping my title warm for me.”

Misty reaches behind her and pulls three photographs off of one of the shelves.  She holds the first one up, showing a picture of the current SCW Bombshell Champion, Kittie.  A weird smile appears on her face.

“Let me start this off by talking about our current Bombshell Champion, and the newest member of The Seven Deadly Sins…miss Kittie, the Sin of Envy. *chuckles*  That title is quite fitting if you ask me.  Ever since I won the Bombshell Title, and even before that, Kittie was walking around, spewing more and more false accusations about me.  She claimed I stabbed her in the back, and was only thinking about myself.  She kept whining and crying that I just couldn’t let her have what she deserved…that I had to take it for myself.  Kittie was basically claiming that I am what she is today…envious.  Kittie may be the champion, for the moment, but deep down, she always envy me, even if I’m not the champion!  She has EVERYTHING I’ve ever wanted in my life, and she still envies me.  I’m flattered, honestly, but also confused.  At the moment, Kittie can honestly say she is better than me, but she still chooses to dwell on the past.  That will be her ultimate downfall.  Kittie, you think I stabbed you in the back?  Think what you want, but get over it already!  Focus on the present and what I’m doing right at this very moment.  I’m admitting that you are the better woman, at least until Blaze of Glory, but I bet you’ll still find something to say to turn this around on me.  I’m lying through my teeth.  I’m only thinking about myself…blah blah blah blah blah.  I can’t change what you think in your head, but I can damn well defend myself and prove myself to everyone out there watching this right now.  I hope you’re ready to say goodbye to your baby, because at Blaze of Glory, she’s coming home with me.  Quoted from truth, Kittie Kat…Quote from truth!”

Misty tosses the photo to the floor, moving on to the next, with a roll of her eyes…a photo of Raynin.  

“Onto little miss Raynin…Oh what can I say about Raynin.  I’ve watched her very closely these last few months.  After I lost the title to Kittie and December to Dismember, I knew Raynin would be next in line.  It was only a matter of time.  She has always made it very clear that she has that one very attainable goal.  The same goal we’ve all set from day one…to be the champion.  About a month ago, she got her shot.  She fought like hell…she did her best, but ultimately, she failed.  Much like she will do at Blaze of Glory.  That goal will be a little bit harder to achieve at Blaze of Glory.  We each have three opponents walking into that match, but one thing I don’t have in common with Raynin, Kittie and Brooklyn…I don’t have to face myself.  Raynin has to get through ME to win that Bombshell Championship.  She was giving a shot at the title before I was even given my rematch against Kittie, and you know what, I hold a grudge against her for that.  Now, I know it wasn’t her fault, but I don’t care.  I’m also a little sour that she always comes so close, but falls oh so short to achieving stardom.  Don’t claim to be worthy of the title if you can’t prove it in the ring, sweetheart.  I don’t care about all this training you’ve had or anything else you’ll try and use as a reason you’re a true champion.  Until you’ve won the belt, you’re nothing in my eyes.  Nothing.  Until you’ve worked as hard as the rest of us, and put in as much effort, if not MORE than the rest of us, don’t claim to be something you’re not, and if I have anything to do with it, will NEVER be.  Good luck, Raynin.  You’re going to need it.”

Just like she did with the photo of Kittie, Misty tosses the photo of Raynin down to the ground, and moves on to the last photo, a look of sheer disgust growing on her face.  She holds the photo up, showing Brooklyn Carter.

“I’ve saved the WORST for last, just to be a bit different, here.  Brooklyn Carter will NEVER EVER be a champion, and I intend to fight like hell to make sure of it.  We’ve all watched Brooklyn Carter.  We’ve all watched as she’s done the same exact thing as Sean Williams.  She sits back and does drugs and uses her past and all the bullshit that happened as an excuse to justify her need to get high.  HA!  Bitch, please!  I don’t even know how you were even allowed into SCW, because I’m fairly sure you failed the drug test.  Unless of course you weren’t given one.  I know I was, and I passed with flying colors.  Or, I know, you taped a bag of a drug-free friend’s urine to your leg and submitted that as your sample, right?  It wouldn’t surprise me.  I’m sick and tired of sitting back and watching the same shit over and over again coming from the likes of Brooklyn Carter.  I’m pissed off she was even given a title shot, knowing she flaunts her drug use in front of the camera and shows NO remorse for it!  She claims she needs it!  I’m sorry, no deserving champion will EVER need drugs…period.  Brooklyn, I’m going to make one promise to you.  At Blaze of Glory, I’m going to beat the living piss out of you.  You may have had some nice things to say about me the first time we faced, but I’m not going to be very nice in this match.  I’m going to make sure that the Bombshell Title is never around your waist, and I’m going to show everyone how to deal with trash like you.  I despise junkies.  I hate that people like you use your horrible past as an excuse for your drug use.  I will no longer remain silent on this issue.  Brooklyn, we all have our skeletons in our closets, but some of us choose to deal with them properly.  We don’t all turn into drug addicted cry babies like you.  Until you give up the drugs you CLAIM you need, you’re no champion.  You never will be.  And that is a promise.”

Instead of tossing the photo of Brooklyn Carter down on the ground, Misty tears it up, slowly sprinkling the remnants on the ground, with a smile.  She looks into the camera, as if looking at each and every person watching.

“I’m going to make one thing clear right now.  The only person deserving of winning the Bombshell Championship at Blaze of Glory, is the person you are looking at right now.  I’ve vowed to make a name for myself to each and every one of you.  I’ve fought like hell in each and every match that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have placed me in.  I’ve proved myself time and time again, and at Blaze of Glory, things will be NO different.  I’ve shown my loyalty to SCW since the beginning, and I’m going to continue to show my loyalty.  I’m a fighting champion, whether I have the title or not.  I am the woman SCW needs to represent the Bombshell roster.  Kittie is just nuts.  Raynin just isn’t good enough, and Brooklyn…well, Brooklyn is nothing, and she’ll always be nothing.  To the fans who are watching that will be attending Blaze of Glory, I want you to do me a favor.  I want you all to show my opponents just who you are rooting for.  I want you to cheer like hell when my music hits and show them who you WANT to see as your Bombshell Champion.  I’m not going to win the Bombshell title just for myself…I’m going to do it for each and every one of my fans, because I am what you need.  I AM the Bombshell Champion, whether Kittie, Raynin or Brooklyn Carter likes it or not.  Spoken from the heart.”

Misty grabs one last photo from the shelf behind her, holding it up in front of the camera.  It printout of the banner for Blaze of Glory, only the picture of Misty on the front has been enlarged just a bit.

“One more thing before I leave you all with your thoughts.  On Sunday February 26th, I will be going down in a BLAZE OF GLORY!”

**Scene fades to black**

 Tuesday January 24th
2:00 A.M

All is quiet in the Staggs household.  Little Eden Staggs is tucked in bed and sleeping peacefull, as is her older brother, Timmy.  Spike Staggs is snoozing away, in a deep sleep.  Misty should be sleeping next to him, but her spot is empty on the bed.  Another sleepless night, it seems.

At the moment, Misty is wide awake.  She is rummaging through some of the cabinets in the kitchen.  She grabs a mug and sets it on the counter, then reaches for one of the canisters near the sink, taking out one of the tea bags.  She puts the tea bag in the mug, just as the kettle of water on the stove starts to whistle.  Misty turns the fire off under the kettle, then pours some water into her mug.

She lets the tea bag steep in the water for a minute, while she opens a drawer and reaches toward the back.  She pulls out the white envelope she found in her belongings back in Chicago.  She looks at the letter and sighs as she grabs her tea and heads into the living room.

Misty tosses the letter on to the coffee table and takes a seat on the sofa.  She stares at the envelope, carefully taking a sip of her tea.

“I should just burn it.  I should go find a lighter right now and burn it.”

She places her tea on the table, then picks up the envelope, running her finger over her name written in Sydney’s handwriting.  Misty holds it in her hands for a while, fighting the urge to tear it open and read the letter.  She finally shakes her head and tosses it back on the coffee table.

“No.  I’m not going to read it.  I’m not going to let Sydney do this to me.  Not now.”

Misty is about to grab her cup of tea, when something startles her…or rather, someone startles her.  She nearly jumps out of her skin, causing her to knock her cup of tea over, spilling it all over the table and then on to the floor.  The envelope is safe from the mess, and does not get ruined by the spilled tea.  Misty stares in front of her, her whole body going stiff.

“God…what do you want?  Why do you keep doing this to me?”

There is no one standing in front of her, however.  At least no one who anyone but Misty can see.  The person that Misty sees standing in front of her, is the same person whose grave  she visited not that long ago.  Sydney.  Only Sydney has yet to say anything to her.

“It’s been seventeen years, Syd.  What do you want from me?”

Just then, the moment that Misty has been waiting for, happens.  Sydney finally breaks her silence and speaks to her.

“You know what I want, Misty.  I told you last week what I want you to do.”

Misty grabs the letter angrily, holding it up in the air in front of her.

“This?!  You want me to read this, right?  It’s not gonna happen, Syd!  Forget it!”

Misty shouts in the lowest voice she possibly can, so she doesn’t wake anyone in the house.  She throws the letter down on the sofa next to her, and stands up.  She brushes past her friend, heading into the kitchen.  Sydney’s ghost follows her.

“What are you afraid of Misty?  You should have read that letter seventeen years ago, but you never did.  Why?”

Misty laughs as she grabs a towel from one of the drawers.  She turns around, leans against the counter and stares at Sydney.

“What do you think reading that letter will make me accomplish now?  You’re dead, and you have been for seventeen years.  I don’t need to read the letter.”

Misty pushes away from the counter, heading back in to the living room.  She kneels down over the coffee table, wiping up the large mess the tea made.  Sydney reappears in front of her, on the opposite side of the coffee table.

“You tell me.”

Misty chooses to ignore Sydney this time, as she wipes up the mess.  She pretends she can’t see her, but Sydney knows better.

“I’m here because of you, Misty.  You brought me here.”

Misty laughs again and throws the now tea soaked towel down on the table.  She leans on the table, and looks at Sydney again, shaking her head.

“I didn’t ask you to be here, Sydney.  I got over your death.  I got over it!  I don’t need to read your f**king letter and bring up the past.  I’ve got more important things to focus on, and you constantly bugging me is not helping my situation any!”

“Like what?  Your wrestling match?”

“Yeah, like that, Sydney.  The past two matches you have distracted me.  The first time, I lost the Bombshell title, and last week it ended in a draw against Brooklyn Carter.  Brooklyn Carter!  What are you going to do this week to screw me over, huh?”

Misty grabs the towel and the mug and heads back into the kitchen.  She puts both in the sink, before she heads over to the fridge and takes out a beer.  She pops the top and takes a swig as Sydney appears in front of her yet again.  God, ghosts can be so annoying!

“That…that is up to you, Misty.  You can’t blame your performance in the ring on my being here.  Both are your doing.”

Misty walks over to the kitchen table and takes a seat.  She also takes another drink of her beer.

“I don’t need you here, Syd.  I need to focus my attention on my career, which is my present and my future.  You are the past, and nothing you can do will change that.  If I stand any chance at somehow working together with Raynin on Sunday, I need to focus on NOW.  I need you to leave me alone!”

Before Sydney has a chance to respond, she looks past Misty to the bottom of the stairs.  Misty turns around, and sees Spike standing there.  Misty looks at him, wondering how much, if anything, he heard Misty talking.

“Spike…uh, how long have you been standing there?”

Spike scratches his head as he looks at the beer in Misty’s hand, then to Misty.

“I just walked down here.  I thought I heard you talking to someone.  Were you?”

Misty can still see Sydney from out of the corner of her eye, but she shakes her head.

“He can’t see me, Misty.  Only you can.”

“No.  You must have been dreaming.”

Spike nods slowly, but he doesn’t believe her.

“Uh huh.  Right.  But, babe, it’s almost three in the morning and you’re drinking a beer.  What’s up with that?”

Misty decides against taking another drink, setting the bottle down in front of her.  She spins it around, staring at it as she can’t seem to find the right words to say to Spike.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I spilled my tea.  So I just grabbed a beer.  You know I’m somewhat of a lightweight anyway.”

Spike walks over and takes a seat across from Misty.  He pushes the beer aside and looks at her.

“Ok, talk.  After you got back a couple weeks ago, I didn’t pressure you to talk.  I gave you some time and space because that’s what I thought you needed, but I’m not so sure anymore.  Something is going on with you, and don’t try to tell me it’s not.  I watched you’re last two matches.  Now, what the hell is going on?”

Misty looks behind Spike at Sydney.  He notices her look past him, then turns around but doesn’t see anyone there.  Misty closes her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opens them again, Sydney is gone.

“Misty, seriously.  Tell me what is going on.”

“I’m fine, Spike.  I just haven’t been sleeping enough.  That’s all.”

Spike shakes his head, refusing to believe any of it.

“Really?  So this week when you team with Raynin, you’re not going to stare at the entrance again like you’ve seen a ghost?  You’re not going to give Kittie and Brooklyn the chance to catch you off guard and pull off the win?  I’m not buying it.  There is a reason you haven’t been sleeping.  You’re seeing something, and it’s driving you crazy.”

“I’m not gonna let anything distract me this week, Spike.  I’m fine, and I’ll be fine.”

Misty sits back in her chair, feeling a bit more relaxed now that Sydney is gone, even if it is only temporarily.  Spike folds his arms across his chest and stares at her, a look of concern now spreading across his face.

“Again, I don’t buy it.  You’re not fine, and you need to tell me what the hell is going on.  You didn’t even tell me where you disappeared to a couple of weeks ago.  So, start talking.”

Misty shakes her head.

“I said I’m fine, Spike.  I need to concentrate on this match this week.  I have to figure out what I’m going to do about teaming with Raynin and at the same time, try to beat Kittie and Brooklyn.  You giving me the third degree is not helping.”

“I’m trying to help you here.  Whatever it is that’s going on has distracted you twice now.  Do you really expect it to be any different in this tag team match this week?”

Misty stands up from the table and walks past Spike.  She freezes when she spots the envelope containing Sydney’s letter on the counter.  She never brought it out of the living room, and now, there is a new message written under her name.

READ IT

Misty carefully sneaks the letter back into the drawer without Spike noticing, or so she thinks, before she turns around and looks Spike in his eyes.

“Things will be different this week, Spike.  I promise.”

“How can you be sure?”

Misty takes a deep breath and sighs.

“Because I just am.  I’m going to clear my head and focus all my attention on this match, and then I’m going to concentrate on bringing the Bombshell title back where it belongs.  Around my waist and part of the New X-Tremes(cheap plug).  No one is going to stop me.”

Spike nods his head, reluctantly giving in and trusting what she says.  For now.

“I’m gonna try and get some sleep now.  You gonna join me?”

“I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

Misty shrugs, but walks up to him.  She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

“I’m fine.  I promise.”

“Mmmhmmm.”

Misty then walks past him and upstairs to their bedroom.  When she is safely out of view, Spike walks over to the drawer where Misty hid the envelope.  He opens it and takes out the letter, studying it for a second.  He doesn’t recognize the handwriting that Misty’s name is written in.  Spike glances down into the drawer, a curious look crossing his face.  He recognizes Misty in the picture he takes out, from her younger years of course, but the other girl in the picture he doesn’t know.  He turns the picture over and reads what is written on the back, in Misty’s handwriting.

Me and Syd Sophomore Year

“Ok, Misty.  What the hell are you hiding?”

Spike places both the picture and the envelope back in the drawer.  He sighs, then heads back upstairs.  Though all he wanted to do was bring up the envelope and the picture, he resists the urge and will wait just a little while longer in hopes that Misty will eventually come clean.  Which would hopefully be soon.

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Diary of a Mad Woman: Pt 2
Sunday January 15th

I can’t believe it!  I can’t f**king believe that actually happened tonight!  My match against Brooklyn ended in a damn doubt count out!  How could I let that happen?  Why couldn’t I have gotten one last burst of adrenaline to just knock her out and slide back into the ring?!  I can’t let this sh*t keep happening.  This was the LAST time I walk away from a match without a victory.

Sunday January 22nd

No match for me this week.  I don’t mind, honestly.  Weird things have been happening to me over the past month, and I need to get this sh*t figured out.  I need to figure out why my past is suddenly coming back to haunt me but, more importantly, what I need to do to get it to stop.  It is a distraction that I can’t afford to have week after week.  It needs to stop.

I’ve just been informed about my match next week.  I don’t know what the hell Mark or Christian were thinking when they booked this one, but it’s going to turn into one hell of a bitch fight.  Kittie and Brooklyn Carter versus me and Raynin in the main event.  Really?!  I mean, I don’t mind being in the main event, but having to team with Raynin is NOT sitting well with me right now.  Honestly, I don’t think I could even team with Kittie at this point.  Not since she won MY title.  The only good thing about this match is that I get the opportunity to face Brooklyn Carter again.  I get to show her just who SHOULD have walked away with the victory last week.

And you better believe that I’ll do just that.  There will be no more double count outs.  There will be no more draws on my record here in SCW, and that is a promise.  It may be better than a loss to some people, but in my eyes, it just means I didn’t push myself hard enough.  No, this week I WILL walk away with a victory.  Raynin better not screw me over if she knows what’s good for her.

Tuesday January 24th

I’m starting to get worried about this match on Sunday.  I have had a lot of sleepless nights over the last month and a half, and it’s starting to get to me.  Not only that, but now Spike is starting to grill me about what is going on.  He gave me the third degree early this morning, but I can’t tell him what’s going on right now.  Not until I’m sure this is all done and over.

If I don’t get some sleep soon, I’m afraid I’ll only keep losing.  I’m worried that the losses on my record will keep growing and the wins column will just remain right where it’s at.  I need to put a stop to this.  Kittie is still walking around as the Bombshell Champion.  She successfully defended it against Raynin last week, so in my eyes, her time as the champion is up.  And Brooklyn and Raynin have now both got their eyes on the title, but I won’t let either of them get their grubby hands on it.  Not gonna happen.  Especially NOT Brooklyn Carter.  This tag team match on Sunday will be very interesting to say the least.

Thursday January 26th

I’ve been keeping my eye on SCW’s website, waiting to see what Kittie and Brooklyn do for the promos.  I can’t say that I’m waiting to see what Raynin does, because honestly, I don’t much care.  Plus, I know when she’ll submit her promo.  She’ll submit it at the last possible second like she always does.  Honestly, if she were ever to do something earlier in the week, I truly believe I might just go speechless.  Making me speechless is not an easy thing to do…just ask anyone who knows me well enough.

I did, however, see Brooklyn’s promo, and the bitch pissed me off.  She really thinks she had the match against me ‘in the bag’?  She really thinks she had me beat?  HA!  Think again, sweetheart.
Not only does she feel she had me beat, but she truly believes she deserves to be the Bombshell Champion now.  She thinks she’s ready!  Now THAT is a joke.  This match on Sunday will be her, what, third match?  And she thinks she’s championship material already?  I don’t think so.  I’d rather see Raynin win the title than some pothead rookie!  Oh, and that brings up my next point.

No champion should do drugs…period!  If Brooklyn wants to be a champion, she needs to make a few lifestyle changes.  I’m not going to allow some drug addicted little girl represent the Bombshell division.  Whoever is going to hold that title is going to hold it with some respect and dignity.  For the division AND themselves.  Until Brooklyn gets her shit together, that title is not going around her waist.

I’m gonna teach her a lesson, honestly.  I’m going to show her first hand what a champion is and does.  I’m going to walk into this match on Sunday SOBER and beat her ass for being, for lack of a better word, just plain STUPID!  She has a lot of work to do.  She needs to smarten up, and I’m going to help her.  I’m going to give her one hell of a wake up call.

Does Brooklyn honestly think she can get through not only me and Raynin, but Kittie as well, to become the Bombshell Champion?  I think all that smoking is starting to destroy a few too many brain cells if she truly believes that, and she may want to consider what it’s doing to her brain.  She might have potential, I admit, but she just can NOT beat the three of us.

Hell, I’d like to see her try and beat Kittie alone.  Hell hath no fury like Kittie scorned, and now that Brooklyn has let her intentions be known, Kittie will definitely bring her claws out.  I should just sit back and enjoy the fireworks on that one.  Kittie is walking around pretending the Bombshell title is a baby for Christ’s sake!  A BABY!  She’s getting crazier and crazier everyday, and it only means that I’m going to have to work that much harder to get the title back around my waist.

Oh, and we can’t forget miss Raynin, either.  She’s been here since almost the beginning, and she’s been clawing and fighting just as much as Kittie or I have.  But again, it’s not her time yet.  

This tag match on Sunday is only just one more obstacle I have to get through to get the title back.  And I will.  They could have teamed me with Angelica for all I care.  I’m done with losing.  It ends NOW.

 Sunday December 18th
Following December To Dismember

”What the hell happened out there?  I could have finished Kittie off and retained my title, but then…”

Misty is still sitting in her locker room after December to Dismember has gone off the air.  She’s sitting on the sofa with a blank stare on her face, talking to herself.

”I couldn’t have seen…what I saw.  There’s just no way.  No, I was just imagining things is all.  My mind was playing tricks on me.”

She buries her head in her hands, taking a deep breath.  She runs her hands through her hair, before leaning her elbows on her knees and leaning forward.

”But why now?  That match was so important to me.  It was my first title defense and what happens?  I screw it up and lose the title.  I was the first Bombshell Champion turned shortest reigning Bombshell Champion.  Way to go Misty.”

Misty’s duffel bag is at her feet.  She picks it up, then tosses it at the door, just as Spike is walking in, barely missing him.

”Whoa!  What the hell?!”

Spike ducks out of the way as Misty’s duffel bag hits the wall then drops to the floor.  He looks at her, a confused, yet worried look appearing on his face.

”Damn it.  I’m sorry, Spike.”

Misty apologizes as she stands up and walks over to where her duffel bag landed.  She picks it up and tosses it over her shoulder.

”Are you okay, babe?  What was that all about?”

A bit of concern shines through in his voice, but only for a brief second.

”I’m fine.” Misty reassures him. “I’m just tired and want to get home.”

Spike scratches his forehead but doesn’t push the issue further.

”If you say so.  You ready to go?  We have to get to the airport soon.”

Misty nods and replies, “Yeah.  Just get me out of here.”

She then walks past Spike and out of the locker room.  The same concerned look remains on Spike’s face as he follows behind her, and the pair head to their rental car.

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December 22nd, 2011
Spike’s Birthday

It’s bright and early in the morning in the Staggs household.  The only sounds coming from the house, are coming from the kitchen.  Spike and Misty’s daughter, Eden, is wide awake, still in her Hello Kitty pajamas.  Her brother, Timmy, is also awake and helping her out with whatever surprise she is up to.

Timmy is standing by the table with a comical smile on his face.  Eden is across the kitchen, standing on a chair over the counter with a large bowl and several ingredients used for ice cream Sundaes in front of her.  Using a large spoon, Eden puts several large scoops of vanilla ice cream into the bowl, the amount nearly the entire carton of ice cream itself.  

“I can’t believe I’m helping you with this.” Timmy says, holding back a laugh, as Eden then proceeds to squeeze a large amount of chocolate sauce over the vanilla ice cream.

“We need sprinkles!  I got no sprinkles!” Eden says as she looks around the counter.

Timmy walks over to her, then opens one of the cabinets next to her.  He takes out the rainbow sprinkles, opens the lid and hands them to his sister.  Eden shakes the container furiously until only a small amount of sprinkles remain in the container.  She then tosses it aside and grabs the can of whipped cream.  She looks at it, not sure of how to use it.

“Timmy…help!  It won’t come out!”  She shakes the can just about as furiously as the container of sprinkles.

Timmy grabs the can from her hand, then squeezes some whipped cream all over her very large, and very messy, ice cream sundae.

“MORE!” She shouts as she looks at the unsatisfactory amount of whipped cream he put on the sundae.

“Are you serious, Eden?  How do you expect one person to eat this big of an ice cream sundae?” He asks with a laugh.

“More!  More! More! More!” Eden shouts, stomping her foot on the chair.

Timmy holds a hand up, but humors Eden.  He squeezes the entire can of whipped cream over the sundae, shaking his head the entire time.  Eden then turns to face her brother, holding two bananas in front of her.

“I’m not sposed to use a knife.”  She says innocently with a smile on her face.  Timmy takes the bananas, again shaking his head.

“Let me guess.  Banana splits?”  Eden just nods her head, as Timmy peels the bananas, then slices them in half.  He positions them around the ice cream, as Eden claps her hands excitedly.  She then hands Timmy a jar of cherries, and smiles again.

“The whole jar?” Timmy presumes, but Eden shakes her head no.

“Nope!  Just one!” She replies.

Timmy seems surprised, but shrugs it off as he places just a single cherry on top of the mountainous ice cream sundae.  Eden grabs a big spoon from out of the silverware drawer, then places it in the ice cream.  She jumps down from the chair and Timmy hands her the bowl very carefully.  She holds on to it as tightly as she can, and slowly walks off toward Spike and Misty’s room.

As Eden disappears upstairs and Timmy is about to head off to follow her, Misty walks into the kitchen, looking extremely exhausted to say the least.  

“What’s going on in here?” Her voice is groggy, and she rubs her eyes, trying to fully wake up.

“Were you sleeping on the couch?” Timmy asks as he noticed she walked in from the living room.

Misty yawns and says, “Yeah.  I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep.”

“You and Dad aren’t fighting, are you?”

Misty shakes her head and walks over to the mess that Eden made on the counter.

“Of course not.” She replies, staring at the mess on the counter. “Now, do you care to explain this mess?”

“It was Eden’s idea, I swear.  She wanted to surprise Dad for his birthday.  I was just about to head upstairs to make sure she got to your room without making a big…well, bigger, mess than she already did.” Timmy says.

Misty’s eyes widen and she takes a deep breath.  She doesn’t even bother to start cleaning up the mess on the counter, as she turns around and heads upstairs.  When she makes it to her bedroom, Eden is sitting on the bed next to Spike, both with smiles on their faces.  Misty sees the bowl with Eden’s huge ice cream sundae sitting in Spike’s lap and she can’t help but laugh.

“Look, Misty.” Spike says, pointing to the sundae. “A breakfast sundae for my birthday!”

Misty nods and laughs. “I couldn’t tell.  I mean, you should see the mess on the counter downstairs.”

“It’s melting, Daddy!  Hurry and eat it!” Eden jumps up and down on the bed, just waiting for Spike to dig into her gift to him.  He looks at the giant sundae, taking a deep breath.

“Hey, I have an idea.  Why don’t you go get three more spoons and we can share?  I may be able to eat a lot of ice cream, but this just looks too good not to share.” Spike tells her.  She agrees and jumps off the bed and runs downstairs.  Spike then turns his attention to Misty.

“Did you help her with this?” He asks, taking note of the fact she wasn’t sleeping next to him when Eden woke him up.

Misty walks over to the bed and sits next to him. “No, actually.  I had no clue she was going to do this.  Timmy helped her, and he said it was all her idea.  I couldn’t sleep last night, so I went downstairs and watched some TV.”

Spike takes a bite of his sundae, then looks back to Misty. “You sure you’re okay?”

Misty takes one glance at him, and laughs.  Spike doesn’t realize he somehow managed to get a small amount of whipped cream on his chin.

“What?” He asks, taking another bite.

“You, uh, have some whipped cream on your chin.” She laughs.

Spike then wipes the whipped cream off of his chin, and looks at Misty, who is still laughing.

“You want a bite?  I have to say, this is pretty tasty.” He holds a spoonful of ice cream in front of Misty, waiting for her to take a bite.  

“I think I will.” She says.  

Just as Spike is about to feed her the spoonful of ice cream, he smears it all over her face.  Misty’s eyes widen, and her mouth drops open as she stares at him, trying not to smile or laugh.  Spike, however, is cracking up, as he continues to take another bite of his ice cream.

“Very funny, birthday boy.” Misty says, attempting to wipe the ice cream from her mouth.  It only makes a bigger mess, though.

“I thought so.” He grins, then leans in and kisses her as his way of helping to clean the ice cream from around her mouth. “Happy birthday to me.”

Misty laughs, as she wipes the rest of the ice cream off of her mouth. “Yes.  Happy birthday to you, babe.”

Eden then runs back into the room, with Timmy behind her, holding three more spoons.  She jumps back on the bed at Spike and Misty’s feet, barely able to contain her excitement.  Timmy hands a spoon to Eden and Misty, as the four of them share Spike’s birthday sundae…for breakfast.

Stay tuned...The Staggs family Christmas is coming up!

 Five Days Ago…

Misty walks out of the front door of her and Spike’s home.  She takes in a deep breath, and feels the warmth of the sun beating down on her face.  She looks to their mailbox, noticing the door is open on it.  Odd, considering the mail man was already here for the day and she got the mail not long after.  She walks out to the mailbox, and when she peaks inside, she sees a small white envelope inside, addressed to her.  The handwriting looks familiar.  She opens the envelope and pulls out a letter…from Kittie.  She stands there in shock for a few minutes as she reads the entire letter.  She almost looks on the verge of tears as she heads back inside.

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Anyone who knows me, knows that I’ve never had many friends at any point in my life.  When I was younger, I was never much of a family woman, either.  I did whatever the hell I wanted to, without caring who it effected at any given time.  I was very much an independent person.  I had an older sister and a younger sister, but I only focused on myself, without regard to what it did to my family.  Ultimately, it led to my younger sister, Desiree, hating my guts at one point, but at the time, I didn’t care.  I was extremely selfish.  Then I met Spike, and it all changed.

I’m sitting alone in our basement, where our entertainment room has been set up.  It still needs work, but right now it’s the one place in the house where I can get some peace and quiet to think some things over.

After I met Spike back in GXW, I was able to put my selfish ways aside and allowed myself to have a relationship with my sister’s.  Desiree and I put our differences aside and truly tried to have a sisterly bond.  Hell, I even managed to get over this anger and resentment I felt towards my father when I learned he had a whole different life while he was still married to my mother, and fathered another kid..my sister, Dixie.  I went and found Dixie, told her the truth, and to this day, I don’t regret it.  She may have a completely different personality than me, but her whole life she grew up thinking she was an only child, and I gave her what she always wanted.  Sisters.  And besides…she’s not so bad once you look past her blonde tendencies.

So why, when I never really had friends, am I so torn up about this?  I could just say ‘who cares?’ and move on and focus on being who I am.

I tried having friends in GXW, but it just never really worked out for me.  When I first signed the contract, I was hanging around these two crazy chicks by the name of Natalie and Rose.  Big mistake.  They caused a lot of trouble, and in the short time they were there, they held me back from my full potential.  They ended up leaving, and that’s when I joined forces with Electra Blaze and Rage.  Once again, that didn’t last long and I turned my back on them, and we all went our separate ways.  It was better for all of us, honestly.  Rage found his true calling, turning into the Sin of Wrath and joining forces with the Seven Deadly Sins, and Electra…well, I’m not too sure whatever happened to Electra.  She’s probably finally in prison for arson or something for all I know.  Anyway, back to my point.  Besides Spike…I never gave a crap about any friendship that came my way.

I lean back on the sofa, crossing my right leg over my left.  I fold my arms across my chest, and just stare at the letter, sitting on the coffee table.  Why am I letting this bother me so much?

My friendship with Kittie hasn’t been one where I would describe her as my ‘BFF’.  We’ve had our differences, and we’re not the type of friends who tell each other everything we do every single day of the week.  We’ve been on good terms, considering we’re both wrestlers and have the same goals, really.  Sure, I may have accomplished a lot so far, but what is wrong with wanting to be successful?  I know Kittie wants it just as bad, and I understand that longing.  But this letter she wrote me?  Does she really feel this way?

I grab the letter that Kittie left in our mail box just a few days ago.  I’ve read it over and over and over again since she left it.  It’s been bothering me for days, and I’m only torturing myself by reading it yet again.

She thinks that she will never hold such accolades as I do because I won’t let her?  How the hell can she think that?!  No offense to Kittie, but does she really think I’m stupid enough to just LET someone win?  No.  If she wants to beat me…she has to BEAT me.  If I was going to let her win, I wouldn’t have gotten my shoulder up at the last possible second when she nearly had me pinned.  I respect Kittie and I want her to have an accomplished career, but I REFUSE to just let her win.

I slowly read the letter once again, forever etching into my brain each and every word Kittie said.  It still boggles me!

It seems like Kittie got quite a lot off of her chest with this letter.  I really had no idea she felt this way.  I always thought she always told me what was on her mind as far as I was concerned, but apparently not.  Maybe I was wrong in assuming we had a mutual respect for one another?  Maybe I was wrong to think that we were actually friends.  Were we really ever friends, or was she just pretending to be my friend, to be on good terms with Spike.  Speaking of which…what the hell?!  Does she really think that I’m not supporting my family?  Does she think what so many others have brought up also?  What am I supposed to think about this whole situation now?

I can’t stand to look at the letter anymore.  I toss it back on the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa, just staring at the ceiling.  What else is there to do?

I’m starting to let what everyone else is saying get to me.  I know I shouldn’t, but who is to say they aren’t right?  So many people have said that I’m being a bad mother by choosing to get back into the wrestling business, but seriously, I’m doing this for my family!  I think it’s a lot easier now, now that we moved here to Las Vegas, and I can come home every night.  So, really, why do people feel the need to say such bullsh*t like that?  Oh right…they WANT me to feel insecure.  They WANT me to let me guard down and lose focus and prove them right.  That I can’t separate my personal life from my business life.  Well, to hell with them!  I didn’t win the Bombshell Championship for nothing!

I sit up again, grabbing the Bombshell Championship off the table.  I set it in my lap, and just stare at it.  My name now engraved on the name plate.

I didn’t win it for nothing, but was it really worth it? I know that every single Bombshell on the roster is now going to be gunning for me.  They’ll do whatever it takes to take this championship from me, but I dare them to try.  I’m more worried about getting through Kittie first.  After reading that letter a million times, I realize even more just what I’m in for.  Whether she believes it or not, I didn’t set my sites on the Bombshell Title simply because she wanted it.  I didn’t stab her in the back to win the title.  I’m not the bitch she makes me out to be.  I don’t make choices, simply because she does, therefore as an attempt to outshine her.  That’s not who I am!  I fought like hell to become to Bombshell Champion because I knew I still had it in me to be a champion.  Kittie has it in her too, she just has these demons that keep bringing her down.  I’m honored that my first title defense will be against Kittie.  I know she’ll put up one hell of a fight, but so will I.  And if she wins?  I’ll shake her hand.  I really will.  Kittie has proven on more than one occasion that she has the heart of a champion.  I’ll be damned if I let her think that I’m the reason she’s not.

I take my phone out of my pocket, but do nothing with it right away.  I should call Kittie, but something is telling me not to.

What could I possibly say to Kittie to make her feel better?  I don’t know what the hell I would say to her if I called her.  Especially not after reading that letter.  Is she trying to make me feel guilty going into this match?  Would she really say all that if she didn’t mean it?  I just don’t know.  I can’t feel guilty about winning the title.  I fought like hell to win it, and I deserve it just as much as anyone.  Call me selfish, I don’t care.  I know Kittie is pissed.  I know she is upset and full of all kinds of emotions right now.  I just hope that we can figure it all out on Climax Control and keep this friendship intact.  We’ll see, I guess.

”Hey Misty, are you done down there yet?!  We want to put that big ass TV to good use and play some video games already!

Jamie…Spike’s brother…is still here.  I take the letter, fold it up and put it in my pocket, then walk upstairs with the Bombshell Title.

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The scene opens up inside Misty and Spike’s kitchen.  Misty is sitting at the table, drinking a cup of hot tea, looking very distant.  She takes a sip of her tea, as she just stares at the letter sitting on the table in front of her.  A few minutes later, Spike walks in the kitchen, grabbing a soda out of the refrigerator.  He looks at Misty, but she doesn’t even notice he is there.

“You really need to stop reading that letter, babe.” He says as he opens the soda and takes a sip. “You have a match to concentrate on in a few days, and if you keep reading that thing over and over again, it’s only going to screw with your head.”

Misty takes another sip of tea, looks at Spike and says, “It’s a little late for that Spike.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this damn thing since she left it in our mailbox.  At least I’m the person who left the letter, so my mind is sort of on the match.”

Spike walks over to the table, and takes a seat across from Misty. “Don’t let one single word that Kittie wrote in that letter get to you.  She exaggerated a lot, and I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

Misty laughs. “Ha!  Right!  Why would she say it if she wasn’t thinking it all this time?  She thinks I stabbed her in the back, Spike.  She thinks I’m a selfish bitch, but she’s not the only one.”

Spike grabs the letter and crinkles it into a ball.  He tosses it behind him and looks at Misty. “It’s all bullsh*t, Misty, and you know it.  I don’t agree with anything she said, and I sure as hell don’t give a sh*t what anyone else thinks.  You’re not the Bombshell Champion for nothing.”

“So you’re telling me that what Kittie said about your visits was all a lie?” Misty says, leaning back in her chair, just looking at Spike.

Spike laughs and shakes his head. “She exaggerated that sh*t, babe.  I know you’re here for the kids and you’re just as supportive as I am.”

Misty folds her arms across her chest. “And what about me teaming with JT Underwood this week?”

Spike’s nostrils flare a bit, but he keeps his temper in check. “You know I don’t like it, but I know it wasn’t your decision.  Hell, I would have felt the same way if you’d been teamed with Gabriel instead of JT.”

Misty leans forward, burying her head in her hands, taking a deep breath. “I’m just so damn sick of everyone thinking that I’m going to end up leaving you for JT or something.  They have nothing that justifies that stupid assumption!  It pisses me off that they think I’d do that to our family, honestly.”

Spike nods. “I trust you, Misty, you know that.  I may not trust any of the other guys, but all that matters is that I trust you.  I know you wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt our family…to hurt Eden.”

Misty runs her hands through her hair and says, “And Gabriel…did you see his last promo?  If only I were able to face him in the ring, because I’d show him just how much he pissed me off.  I wasn’t bitching about my back last week, like he seems to think I was.  No, I was just letting the fans know why I had to postpone my first promotional activities as Bombshell Champion.  I have the heart of a champion. Stupid son of a—“

“Babe, focus on Kittie.  Don’t worry about Gabriel.” Spike interrupts her.

Misty shakes her head. “No, I’m not going to let what Gabriel said slide.  He’s another one that thinks that I have some secret attraction to JT, but he doesn’t even know me!  He wasn’t in GXW when you and I first got together.  He hasn’t seen us the past four years that we’ve been raising Eden and Timmy.  He thinks I don’t have faith in what I can do?  If I didn’t have faith I wouldn’t be the Bombshell Champion.  No, you want to know what I really think about Gabriel?”

“What’s that?” Spike asks.

“I think he needs to take a good long look in the mirror and see if he can read himself.  He’s the perfect fit for the Sin of Greed, really.  Just look at what he did to his tag team partner and best friend, Despayre!  He just tossed all their hardwork aside just so he could go after the Heavyweight Title, and he won!  He basically tossed Despayre aside like garbage just so he could feed his desires.  Sure, Despayre is happy.  Any true friend would be, but come on!  I wouldn’t have done that if I were in that situation.” Misty says as her face turns red from the anger.

Spike just shakes his head, not sure of how to respond.

Misty takes a deep breath, then says, “And Gabriel is sorely mistaken if he thinks that I don’t have faith in myself...that I’m supposedly insecure.  I know exactly what I can do.  I know exactly what I’m capable of.  I’m going to fight to keep this Bombshell Championship around my waist for as long as I possibly can, just like I know he will be doing also.  And I know what to expect from Kittie, also.”

“Did you call her yet?” Spike asks.

Misty shakes her head. “And what will I say?  That I’m sorry for winning the title, because saying that would be a lie.  I am sorry she feels the way she feels, but I can’t help that.  I can only go into Climax Control and attempt to prove to her that our friendship actually means something to me.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to her.  She knows.” Spike reassures her.

Misty shrugs, as the expression on her face turns serious. “Yeah, but Kittie has failed to realize one thing.  She doesn’t see that she’s achieved the one thing I’ve only been waiting for, for the past five years.”

Spike leans back in his chair. “And what’s that?”

Misty looks to the engagement ring on her finger, then back to Spike. “She has Staggs as her last name.”

Spike seems taken by surprise as Misty says that.  He’s lost for words, but Misty just smiles.

“But, I’m in no rush.  I’m perfectly content where we are.  I was just saying she’s got bragging rights on one thing over me.” She says, grabbing her cup of tea, taking one last sip.

Misty stands up, takes the empty cup over to the sink, and rinses it out.  She turns around and looks back at Spike.  “Anyway, you better get back downstairs .  I’m sure Jamie is waiting for you to kick his ass some more in whatever game you guys are playing right now.  I need to go stretch out my back a little bit, then take a shower.”

Just as Misty says this, Jamie’s yelling for Spike from downstairs is heard.  Misty shakes her head and laughs, as she starts to walk past Spike.  He grabs a hold of her arm, and stops her.

“Seriously, Misty…don’t worry about Kittie, and don’t worry about the match on Sunday.  Kittie will get over whatever is going on inside her head, and realize that this is all just business.”  He leans down and gives Misty a kiss, reassuring her yet again.  She smiles and nods her head.

“I’m sure you’re right.  Once Sunday gets here, I’ll be fine.  Now, go.  Get back to your stupid video games.” Misty replies, nudging him.  He smiles and laughs, as he turns around and heads down into the basement.  Not long after, Misty heads upstairs.

Scene fades to black

 I’ve never been big on any type of promotional events.  At least, not when I couldn’t care less about the fans back in my GXW days.  Don’t get me wrong, I did what I was supposed to do.  I went to interviews, talk shows, autograph sessions and the like, but not without some hesitancy and a general bad attitude about it.  But, my view on everything has changed.  I’m here to give the fans what they want, and what they deserve.  I plan on representing the Bombshell division with pride and dignity and give SCW and its fans a Bombshell Champion they truly deserve.

Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino
Saturday October 23rd, 2011- 12:00 P.M

We’re only one day away from SCW’s first Supershow.  Climax Control: High Stakes.  Sunday will be a day to go in the record books, as the first ever Heavyweight and Bombshell Champions will be decided, each in their own respective Gauntlet Matches.  The competition is heating up.  Insults have been tossed around more than usual, and everyone is promising to walk away the winner.  The toughest competitors so far have no doubt been the women of the Bombshell Division.

Throughout the week, Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino has been holding promotional events, hyping up the much anticipated Supershow.  Every day has been full of autograph sessions and other events with most of SCW’s finest competitors.  Today is the very last day of events scheduled before the big night.  Inside the building, a small stage is set up, decorated with a large banner for Climax Control: High Stakes.  Near the entrance of the building, a life size cardboard cut-out of Misty is set up, showing the special guest for today’s event.  A large crowd of fans surrounds the stage, as the host for the event, a man by the name of Tony, holds a microphone in his hands, ready to get things started.

“Hello everyone!  Welcome to one of the final special promotional events we have planned here at Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino for Sin City Wrestling’s much anticipated supershow, Climax Control: High Stakes!” Tony says, as the crowd applauds and cheers.

“As the name implies, the stakes will be high tomorrow night here in the events center, as two championships will be decided.  One of those championships, as all of you are aware of, is the Bombshell Championship!” The men in the crowd whistle and cheer noticeably louder than the women in the crowd.

“All of the Bombshells competing for the championship have shown just how fierce that match up will be tomorrow night, and today, we have one of those competitors here for you all to meet!  She is one of , if not THE favorite to take home the championship.  This woman is a former Women’s Champion and one outspoken individual.  Please help me in welcoming SCW Bombshell, Misty!”

The crowd cheers and applauds louder now, as from behind the side of the stage, Misty appears.  She is dressed in a red corset over a black tank top, a pair of red and black Tripp pants with chains and black straps, and a pair of black boots.  Her long raven locks are pulled back.

Misty makes her way onstage, as her fiancée, Spike Staggs, stays off to the side, showing his support. He is wearing black jeans, torn at the knees with wallet chains, spike wrist bands, and a black tank top.  He has on a leather jacket and sunglasses, which he has placed on his head while inside the building.  Misty is handed a microphone, which she gladly accepts.  She smiles and waves to some of the fans in the crowd.

“Wow!  All of you are amazing.  Thank you so much for having me here today.” She says to everyone in attendance, before turning her attention to Tony.

Tony nods and smiles. “I think I speak for everyone here when I say it’s a pleasure to have you here, Misty.  You are definitely one of the more well known wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling, so I’m sure the fans are well aware of your career thus far.”

“I would certainly hope so.” She laughs. “But, the past is the past, and all of my attention right now is devoted to Sin City Wrestling and its fans.  It’s all about the here and now.  Am I right?”

The fans cheer in agreement, as Misty nods and smiles and Tony claps.

“Very good thinking, Misty.  Very good.” He says. “Now, we are all here today to talk about High Stakes and what you see happening.  You are going up against six other women in the Gauntlet Match to determine the first ever Bombshell Champion.  How do you feel about that?”

Misty places her thumb and forefinger on her chin, as if thinking seriously about that question.  She does this only a couple seconds then smiles.

“How do I feel about that?” She repeats the question. “That is a fairly easy question to answer, actually.  I feel great.  I’ve never felt more confident going into any match in my career.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to be easy to get through six other women vying for the very same prize as I am, but I know I can do it.  You all are looking at the future Bombshell Champion right now.”

The crowd cheers once again.

“With that mindset, I don’t doubt that at all.  But as you said, it won’t be an easy match.  The Bombshell Division has proven to be the toughest division right now in Sin City Wrestling.  A few of your opponents feel that, because you are mother to a young daughter, that your complete focus is not on this match, and therefore, are at quite a disadvantage of winning.”

Misty shakes her head, getting a serious look on her face. “Those people who think that, are sorely mistaken.  I am more than capable of getting into that ring and giving all of my attention to my opponents.  I am focused on kicking ass and walking away the winner.  I have the full ability to balance my home life and my career without letting one affect the other.  After High Stakes, there will be no doubting that fact.”

“And what about those who feel that you should simply stay at home instead of being here.  They feel that you had your time in the past and have accomplished what they haven’t so you shouldn’t even be here.”

Misty laughs.  “Those people need to ask my daughter how she feels about me being an active wrestler right now.  I haven’t allowed the cameras in front of her, and that is to protect her, but I think she’s more excited that I am here than I am.  I may have had an accomplished career in the past, but again, that’s in the past.  I’m going to prove to them that I’m not the washed up ‘old hag’ that they think I am.”

Behind Misty, Spike is nodding his head in agreement.  He has his arms folded across his chest, and he stands there looking more like a body guard than anything.

As Tony is about to ask another question, someone in the crowd interrupts.  That someone is a brunette haired woman, who Misty immediately recognizes as the woman she beat up just a week ago at Pure Nightclub.

“GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN, BITCH!”

Misty looks to the ground and shakes her head, but she is laughing.  The girl makes her way to the front of the crowd, accompanied by booing from Mistys fans.  Spike watches on, ready to intercede if needed, and onstage, Tony is about to signal for security, but Misty holds up her hand to stop him.

“It’s okay, Tony.  Let her speak.” Misty says, giving her attention to the woman.

The woman, still sporting a nice bruise above her eye, stands right in front of Misty, with her arms crossed. “I don’t know why anyone would lend their support to someone like you.  You’re a nobody!”

The crowd boos her, some even shoving her.  Misty smiles and shakes her head.

“Why don’t you tell everyone here just how you got that bruise, if that’s what you think.  Tell them how I tackled you to ground and showed you how much a nobody I really am.  Girl, I beat the s…CRAP, out of you and you couldn’t even fight back!” Misty responds to the crowd’s delight.  Spike even smiles and laughs at that.

The woman fumes and holds back a vicious scream. “That’s because I LET you do that!  That didn’t even hurt, by the way.”

The crowd laughs again, though this time it’s because they know she is lying.  Spike slowly makes his way onstage, staying just a few feet behind Misty.

“Is that so?” Misty asks.

“Oh yeah.  This bruise was a small price to pay to get at you.”

The woman looks at Spike, as he glares back at her.  She winks at him before giving him a dirty look.  His nostrils flare, but he has no plans on laying a finger on her.  Misty steps toward the edge of the stage, causing the woman to back up, as well as a few people around her.  Misty jumps down and gets face to face with her, much like what happened at the nightclub, though this time she is more relaxed.

“Tell me something then.  Did little miss Angelica instruct you to take that beating, or was that your idea?” The people in the crowd erupt in a stereo of “ooooh” as the girl looks around shaking her head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says, sounding very unconvincing.

Misty smiles. “Oh, but you’re lying, and I happen to know that for a fact.  You see, what you don’t know is that after you were helped out of the club that night, a friend of my sister’s saw an interesting meeting between you and that nasty piece of trash, Angelica.”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!” The woman yells at Misty, as if admitting to the whole thing.  Misty smiles yet again.

“This friend called my sister right away, and she told me about what was going on.  I got back to the club just in time to hear Angelica’s final instructions to you, by the way.”

The woman shakes her head. “You’re lying.  I’ve never met Angelica in my life!”

Misty then pulls her iPhone out of her pocket.  She pulls up a picture for everyone to see…well those who are close enough to see it.  The picture on her phone is that of Angelica and the woman kissing.  The woman rolls her eyes, knowing very well she can’t deny it any longer.

“I’m not going to waste anymore of my time on garbage like you.  You can go back to Angelica and give her a little message from me.  You can tell her that NOTHING will distract me from this match.  NOTHING will stop me from whooping her ass and becoming the Bombshell Champion.  All she did was add fuel to the fire, and come High Stakes, this fire is going to explode, and Angelica will be the first one to get burned.” Misty says to the woman.  She turns around and before she gets back onstage, she has one last warning for the woman.

“And one more thing,” she says. “If you even THINK of coming near my family, or somehow helping Angelica any further, you’ll have to worry about more than just me kicking your ass again.  And that is a promise.”

Spike helps her back onstage, glaring once again at the woman.  The woman growls, then screams, before being escorted away by security who just arrived on the scene.  Tony looks at the clock, then back to Misty.

“Well wasn’t that an interesting turn of events, ladies and gentleman!” He says. “That right there proves just how determined Misty is!  Give it up for Misty one last time, ladies and gentleman!”

The crowd cheers, applauds and whistles for Misty.  Spike claps also.

“I’m not letting anything stand in my way, Tony.” Misty replies.

“We wish you the best of luck tomorrow night, Misty.” Tony says, as the crowd continues clapping.

“Thank you, but I don’t need luck.”  Misty says with a smile.  She hands him the microphone and waves to the crowd, as she and Spike walk off the stage.  Event security escorts them through the crowd and into the main lobby of the hotel.  As they are making their way to the main entrance, two other familiar faces are seen, also surrounded by security staff.  Kittie, being accompanied by Jamie Staggs, has showed up for her scheduled event.  Jamie and Spike meet up off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while keeping an eye on Misty and Kittie.  

Kittie locks eyes with Misty, staring at her silently. Their nostrils flare up just a little with each breath. Time seems to stand still as they seem to have a psychic exchange of insults. Fans crowd around the two, ready with cameras and camera phones to capture the carnage that might take place between these two supposed “once friends”. Kittie takes one step closer, as does Misty, causing the crowd to move in closer as well. The security guards surrounding Misty also surround Kittie next. Kittie breaks the stare as she looks down to her hand as it slowly reaches out toward Misty.


”Once that bell rings, I can’t promise anything…” Kittie says.


”I won’t promise a damn thing once that bell rings, either. All bets are off then, Kittie Kat.” Misty replies.


”Yeah, well, good luck, Misty.”


Their eyes meet up once again, nostrils return to flaring until Misty’s hand reluctantly meets Kittie’s. They give one firm, solid handshake before letting go of the grip.


”You too, Kittie…” Misty replies, as she is then led away and toward the exit by security.  She meets up with Spike again, looking back at Kittie as she and Jamie are escorted to another part of the building.

“For a second there I thought Jamie and I were gonna have to prepare to separate you two.” Spike says, as he walks up next to Misty.  She looks at him and shrugs her shoulders.

“We’re more than capable of keeping things civilized until our match, Spike.  And by the way, was that a wedding ring on her finger, or was I imagining things?” She replies, trying to see if Kittie is still in view inside the building.

Spike shakes his head. “You’re guess is as good as mine.  I didn’t see anything.”

Misty shrugs again.  The valet then pulls up in front of them with Spike and Misty’s 2011 black Chevy Equinox.  Spike hands the valet some cash, then pats him on the back.  Misty and Spike get in their car, ready to head back home after an eventful event here at Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino.  Tomorrow night should be just as, if not more eventful and fulfilling.

******************************

”I’m awake, but something isn’t right.  I’m not home.  Well, I’m home, but not in Vegas.  I’m back in St. Louis at our old house, but why?  I’m so confused right now.  I went to sleep in our bed in Vegas last night, I know I did.  But I just woke up, and I was back in St. Louis.  I must be dreaming, or maybe I got drunk and didn’t realize it?  No, I don’t drink anymore.  So what the hell is going on here?!”

The house is quiet…too quiet.  Misty, dressed in a pair of black pajama pants with stars on them, and a black tank top, slowly walks around the bedroom.  Hers and Spike’s old bedroom.  Everything is back in the same place she had it before they moved to Las Vegas.  The bed is neatly made.  Odd, considering she just woke up only a few minutes ago.

She walks over to the closet and looks inside.  Spike’s clothes are hanging on his side of the closet, but the women’s clothes hanging on the other side are not hers, and they don’t look familiar.  Most of her clothes are darkly colored, or black, and of course more on the gothic side.  These clothes are brightly colored and definitely more feminine.  Misty rummages through them and is almost disgusted.

”This just doesn’t make any sense!  Whose clothes are these?!  And why are they next to Spike’s clothes in MY closet?!”

“Not something you ever saw yourself wearing, is it Misty?”

Misty nearly jumps out of her skin.  She turns around, looking to who is standing in the doorway, and her mouth almost drops open.  She is looking at herself!  Well, at least she THINKS she’s looking at herself.  This version of Misty standing before her has shorter hair, just about shoulder length, and pulled back in a neat pony tail.  She is wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top with a sequenced butterfly on the front of it.  Her skin is also on the tan side.  Misty stares at her, unable to speak.

“Get a good look at who you’ll become, Misty.  I’m you in a matter of years.” Future Misty says.

Misty puts her hands over her eyes and shakes her head, completely confused.

“This doesn’t make any sense!  You can’t be me!  I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that crap, and Spike sure as hell wouldn’t like it either.  I’m dreaming.  I have to be dreaming.” Misty says, backing up to the bed and slowly sitting down.  She feels a little lightheaded.

Future Misty smiles and laughs. “This is more than a dream, Misty.  This is a look at your future if you don’t succeed.”

Misty laughs then looks at her future self. “If I don’t succeed?  What the hell are you talking about?!  Wake up, Misty…WAKE UP!!”  She smacks herself in the head a couple times, hoping she’ll wake up, but she doesn’t.

“You know exactly what I am talking about.” Future Misty replies, taking a step toward her old self. “If you don’t win at Climax Control: High Stakes, this is what you will allow yourself to become.  You’ll be headed on a downward spiral, and ultimately, it will lead you back here to St. Louis.”

Misty looks around, again noticing how quiet the house is.

“Wait a minute…where are the kids?  Where’s Eden…Timmy?” She asks, looking past Future Misty, and out in to the hallway for any sign of either of them.

“They are in school right now…where they should be.” Future Misty responds.  

Misty looks even more confused. “Eden is only three and a half.  She’s not old enough for school yet!”

Future Misty shakes her head and smiles. “Hello…I am your FUTURE self.  Eden isn’t three and a half anymore.  She’s eight now and in second grade.”

Misty again begins shaking her head, and her eyes start to water as she is on the verge of tears.  She can’t speak.  All she wants to do is wake up from this dream…this nightmare.

“I’m here to motivate you even further, Misty.” Future Misty says, taking a seat next to herself. “You have six other women to get through at High Stakes in order to win the Bombshell Championship.”

“I know that!  I’ve been thinking about it all damn week!” Misty screams.

Future Misty shakes her head. “Six other women, but only four who will put up a true fight.  Allison Summers and Rebecca Blades will not be a problem, as I’m sure you’re aware of.”

“Hello, captain obvious.” Misty replies sarcastically. “I still don’t understand why you’re reminding me about stuff I already know!”

“I am reminding you of these facts because you are confident, but during that match, you get TOO confident and it costs you everything.  You need to go into this match with a clear head.  One that is one-hundred percent focused on eliminating the rest of those women and putting that Bombshell Championship around your waist and not one of theirs.” Future Misty replies.  Misty just laughs.

“How many times do I have to tell people that I AM focused!  That championship means everything to me!” Misty snaps at herself. (is this getting confusing yet? )

“Ok, then.” Future Misty says. “How do you plan on taking on Angelica, Kittie and Raynin?  Because those three are the ones that actually give you the biggest challenge.  Fantasia put up a fight, but in the end, she couldn’t quite keep her head in the game.”

“That bitch Angelica is going to get her ass BEAT and then tossed over the top rope!  I’m not worried about her.” Misty replies, her voice full of confidence.

“You should be.” Future Misty says. “She unleashed all sorts of crazy on you, which made you an easy target after you finished her off.”

Misty laughs. “I’m not going to let that happen.  If you’re me in the future then you should know what was going on inside my head.”

Future Misty nods. “Oh I know very well what was going on inside my head…inside your head, I should say.  You were more worried about taking Angelica out, that once you got rid of her, Raynin took advantage and took you out, just like she did in the graveyard match.  Sure, Kittie tried to help you, but it was too late.  It all came down to Raynin and Kittie.”

Misty looks at her future self, suddenly turning very serious. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Future Misty nods again.

“I can’t let that happen.  I’ll just have to change my game plan up a little bit then.” Misty says, looking away trying to strategize.

“You have to.  Because by focusing most of your attention on Angelica early on, you’ll be doing exactly what the rest of the women want.  You have to eliminate the tough competition first, then worry about the trash later.” Future Misty encourages her.

Misty smiles, suddenly much more relaxed than before. “Why didn’t I think of that before?  If I work on getting Raynin out, the rest won’t be as tough.  Knowing Angelica, though, she’ll have her claws out for me first.  Stupid skank.”

They both laugh and nod in agreement.  Misty looks at her future self, with a questioningly look this time.

“I have to know something.” She says.  “If I screw up at High Stakes…if I do something I’m not supposed to…who do I lose to?  Who walks away the Bombshell Champion if it’s not me?”

Future Misty bites her lip, suddenly making Misty very nervous.  She opens her mouth to reveal the answer, but then…

“NO!!!” Misty screams and springs up and out of her deep sleep.  She screams so loud, it wakes up Spike who was also sound asleep next to her.  He looks at, confused and almost worried.

“What the hell?” He says, not even sounding groggy or half asleep. “What happened?”

Misty looks around the room, and is relieved to see that she is back at her new home in Las Vegas with Spike next to her.  She shakes her head then looks at him.

“Nothing.  I’m okay.” She reassures him. “I just had a nightmare is all.  You can go back to sleep.”

He looks at her, then massages her shoulders a bit trying to relax her. “Want to talk about it?”

Misty shakes her head. “No.  It doesn’t matter because it was just a nightmare.  A horrible, unrealistic, not going to ever happen…NIGHTMARE.”

Misty lays back down, as does Spike.  Spike wraps his arms around Misty, and soon falls back asleep.  Misty just lays there, eyes open, thinking about the nightmare.  She shakes her head, then takes a deep breath.

“I’ll be damned if I’m EVER going to let that nightmare become a reality.  That Bombshell Championship is as good as mine, now that I know what I have to do.”

Misty then closes her eyes, and drifts back off to sleep…this time with a clear and truly focused mind.

 Saturday, October 22nd

The clock on the nightstand reads 7:59 AM.  The curtains are still drawn shut and Misty is, surprisingly, still asleep.  When the time changes to 8:00 AM, the alarm on Misty’s phone goes off.  Misty’s eyes flutter open and she reaches for her phone, instinctively hitting the snooze option on the screen.  It shuts off temporarily and she buries her face back in the pillow.

Only a couple of minutes later, her phone goes off again, this time because someone is calling her.  She growls and rolls over and reaches for her phone again. “Dixie” is seen on the screen.  She rolls her eyes and answers the call, hitting the speaker phone.

“This better be good, Dixie.” She growls as she answers the call and yawns.

“And good morning to you, too, sunshine.” Dixie’s voice is heard with a slight hint of laughter. “Tell me you’re not still sleeping?”

Misty rubs her eyes. “Would I be on the phone with you if I was still sleeping?” She responds.

“Smart ass.  You know what I meant.  Your match is tomorrow and you’re sleeping in!” Dixie shoots back.

“I slept in because I was at the gym late last night.  I couldn’t sleep because it’s too quiet so I used the opportunity to get a workout in.  Relax would ya.”  Misty finally sits up in the bed and stretches.  She walks over to the window and opens the curtains, nearly blinded by the sun.

“Uh huh, sure.” Dixie replies with a hint of sarcasm. “Anyway, you want to go get some breakfast or something?”

Misty starts rummaging through her suitcase for some clean clothes, leaving her phone on the bed. “I’d rather get lunch a little later, actually.  I’ve been getting breakfast here at the hotel.  Speaking of which, I haven’t seen you since last week.  Didn’t you say you were staying here?”

Dixie pauses for a minute and Misty notices.

“I’ve been busy apartment hunting all week, honestly.”

Misty stares at her phone as if expecting Dixie to see her questioning look. “Yeah, sure.  Something is telling me you’re keeping something from me, but whatever.  Look, I need to take a shower.  Just meet me here at noon and we can go get some lunch.”

“Sounds good to me!  I’ll see you in a few hours then.” Dixie says enthusiastically.

“Sure thing.  Talk to you later.” Misty replies, standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

“Bye, sis!’

Misty hits the end button and shakes her head. “That girl may be my sister, but she is a terrible liar.”

She tosses her phone on the bed, then disappears into the bathroom to take a shower.

****Four hours later…****

It’s just about time for Misty to meet Dixie for lunch.  She is watching T.V, looking very impatient as she keeps glancing at the clock.  She is flipping furiously through the channels, when her phone vibrates, alerting her of a text message.

‘I’m in the parking lot.  Meet me by my car.’ The message from Dixie reads.

Misty rolls her eyes and sends a reply.  She turns the T.V off, grabs her things and heads out the door.  A few minutes later she is walking out of the hotel looking around for Dixie’s car.  As she is scanning the parking lot, she sees no sign of Dixie, but one very familiar, unexpected face catches her eye.  Parked next to her, and standing outside of his car, is none other than her fiancée, Spike.

“I thought you were staying home this week?!” She asks as she runs up to him and hugs him.

“And miss you and Kittie kick some ass?” He grins. “Not a chance.”

Misty looks around Spike, expecting to see Dixie. “Is Dixie with you?  She sent me a message..” She stops in mid-sentence when she sees Spike shake his head.  Dixie was obviously in on this whole thing.

“She’s with Eden and Timmy.  I set this up so I could talk to you about something.”

Misty takes a step back, looking at him curiously. ‘Ok, what’s going on?”

“Get in the car and I’ll show you.”

Spike doesn’t give Misty a chance to object, as he gets in the drivers side.  He points at the passenger’s seat, signaling for Misty to get in.  She shrugs her shoulders and obliges.

“Would you just tell me what’s going on?” She asks as she fastens her seat belt.

“Nah, I don’t think I will.  I like to watch you squirm.  You’ll just have to wait and see.” Spike smirks, but Misty doesn’t.  She folds her arms and pouts, much like their three and a half year old would, and Spike laughs.  He starts the car and puts it in reverse.  He speeds off out of the parking lot.

About five minutes later, Spike pulls the car up outside a nice two story house with a four foot security fence around the perimeter of the yard.  The house is a crimson red color with black shutters and trim.  The front and back yards are both very spacious as well.

“What do you think?” Spike asks, breaking the silence, and only causing Misty to get a little confused.  She looks at the house, then back to Spike, not sure where this is going.

“Of what?  The house?  I’d say it’s gorgeous from the outside, but what’s your point?”  She can’t be this clueless, she thought.

“Ok. Maybe you’ll like it better if you see the inside.” He responds, sounding a bit disappointed.

Misty shakes her head apologetically.  “I’m sorry, babe.  This just caught me off guard a bit.  You know I have this big match tomorrow night, so I wasn’t really expecting to go house hunting today.”

“Just go inside and take a look.  Then, I promise you can focus as much time and energy on your match.” He says, pointing to the house.

Misty sighs then unfastens her seat belt. “Alright. Fine. But this really could have waited until Monday.”

Misty gets out of the car, heading up the sidewalk and to the front door.  She turns around and looks at Spike who is following behind her.

“It’s open.” He says, motioning for her to go inside.

She nods her head, then slowly opens the front door.  Spike is watching behind her with a grin on his face.  As she walks inside, Spike watches, waiting for her reaction.  When she stops dead in her tracks, he does also.  Misty slowly turns around and looks at him wide-eyed.

“You didn’t?!” Misty is at a loss for words as she looks around the house.  

Spike nods and steps inside the house, closing the door behind him.  He looks around at all their belongings.  “Nah.  I just temporarily brought all of our stuff here so you could see what it would all look like here.” He replies sarcastically.

Misty just stares at everything, shocked.  Everything is there.  All of their pictures…their furniture.  It all had a new place in this new house.  Not one box was in site, either.

“When?...How did…Why didn’t you tell me?!” She stutters, still lost for words.

“Do you really think I was going to let you travel back and forth from Las Vegas to St. Louis week after week?  I made Tommy(Spike’s little brother) and Desiree(Misty’s other sister and Tommy’s girlfriend) help.  Oh and I can’t forget Dixie.  She helped, too.”

Misty is about to respond when she hears the laughter she’s been waiting to hear all week.  Spike points to the backyard, and Misty heads over to the back door.  She looks out to their new backyard and is almost brought to tears.  Eden is playing on a brand new swingset with a slide, with Dixie and Timmy each on a swing.  Misty walks outside, and Eden immediately spots her.

“Mommy!” She yells and starts running towards Misty.  She runs into Misty’s arms and Misty hugs her tight.

“Mommy!  We got a swing set!  Look!” Misty releases Eden, and she runs back to the swing set.  Dixie smiles and waves at Misty, and Misty does the same.  Misty watches with a smile as her daughter plays excitedly, laughing occasionally.  Spike walks up behind her.

“It’s kind of  a done deal, so whether you like the house or not, we’re stuck with it.” He says.  

Misty turns around and hugs him again, unable to wipe the smile off of her face.

“It’s perfect.  This is just what I needed.  Really.”

Misty then heads over to the slide where Eden is to spend some fun time with her for the first time in a few weeks.  A few hours of family time won’t hurt.  Then, it’s down to business.

*****Later on that night…*****

All is quiet in Misty and Spike’s new home.  Misty is in Eden’s room, tucking her under the covers.  Eden is already asleep.  Misty kisses her forhead, and sits at her bedside, just watching her sleep.  She is just so peaceful.

"The past few weeks, I've been a mess, really.  I haven't been able to concentrate.  I haven't been able to devote all my attention on what I came to SCW to do...to wrestle.  When I left St. Louis, I left a part of myself there, and I think that was my problem.  No, I'm SURE that was my problem.  How could I focus on anything, when my whole reason for living was back in St. Louis?  The answer is simple...I couldn't."

Misty runs her hand through Eden's hair, but the little girl stays asleep.

"I now have everything here that I need, and I am able to focus on doing what I need to do to prove that I AM the best woman on this roster right now.  I don't need to prove myself in one on one action.  I'll just show every woman all at once.  Kill two birds with one stone...Though in this case, it's five little birdies.  Two of them being my tag team partners."

Misty quietly laughs to herself.  She speaks as quietly as she can so as not to wake Eden.

"What can I say about Fantasia that I haven't already?  She seems to have the same problem I do, really.  She can't focus her attention on the match.  She's too involved with what's his name...Oh, right, Shane Boswell..Its hard for me to remember his name, honestly.  Anyway...she's too worried about him, then about getting her ass kicked...which is what WILL happen tomorrow night.  So am I worried about her?  No, I'm not.  I'm more worried about these two women who I DON'T know, then the one person I do know.  It's odd really.  I've only got a small peek at Raynin, and to be quiet honest, what I've seen, I'm not impressed."

Misty stops talking briefly as Eden stirs.  She turns on her side, but remains asleep.

"I've shown everyone here that I am dedicated to being here.  I'm giving this one hundred and ten percent, and nothing less.  Kittie knows it, because she feels the same way I do.  Allison Summers will find out as well if she does anything to screw Kittie and over.  I want a win this week, and I'll do whatever I have to do to get it.  And whoever Rebecca Blades is...well, she's a ghost right now.  She's too chicken to even show her face it seems.  So tomorrow night, I don't care that I'm in a tag team match.  I'm going in to do one thing and one thing only.  To show Fantasia, Raynin, Rebecca Blades, and even my tag team partners, Kittie and Allison Summers, that I'm here to stay and I mean business.  This match is only one obstacle for me to get through to get me to that Bombshell Championship."

Misty kisses Eden's forehead one more time.

"Don't worry baby girl.  Mommy will make you proud very soon."

 Las Vegas…Sin City, and now home to Sin City Wrestling. Most people visit Vegas for recreational purposes. They come here to gamble, tie the knot, or to just enjoy the pleasures of lounging by a pool at one of the many luxurious hotels that make Las Vegas so popular. One can’t forget the various shows that call the city their home as well.

Misty has been here a time or two for one of these reasons or another, but she never imagined she’d be living in Las Vegas one day. Until a permanent living situation is established between her and Spike, Misty will be spending time at the Treasure Island hotel. She’s a little reluctant shelling out the money to stay in a hotel, but  she will be bringing in a good paycheck very soon so she is not that concerned.

She checked into her room earlier in the day, and is getting settled and starting to relax.  Her suitcase and duffel bag are on the floor next to the bed, and she is laying down staring at the ceiling.  Things are much quieter than she is used to dealing with at her home in St. Louis.  She has been so used to constantly chasing after her three and a half year old or the family cat, or just the craziness of having a family. But make no mistake about it, she’d wouldn’t trade her constant crazy filled life for the less active life that so many others lead. That would just be…oh, boring, to her now. Before she had Eden she thought differently, though.

So as she stares at the ceiling, surrounded by nothing but quiet, almost lifeless air, she decides to do something she hasn’t done in years. She gets off the bed and goes into her suitcase, rummaging through it. She finds what she is after and takes a deep breath.

“I must be crazy, but why not? Here goes nothing!” She says to herself then heads into the bathroom. A few minutes later she walks out wearing a black(what other color would she wear? ) bikini and has a towel in her hand.  She grabs a shirt to throw on over her bikini, the grabs the key to her room, then walks out.

Several minutes later, the scene opens up by the hotels hot tub. Three other people are relaxing in the hot tub when Misty walks up, ready to relax herself. One couple is on one side of the hot tub, while a dark haired muscular man is on the opposite side. Misty sets her towel on one of the chairs, along with her shirt and her room key. She walks over to an unoccupied portion of the hot tub, and steps in. Misty leans against the side of the hot tub, completely relaxed and enjoying the temperature of the water. As she minds her own business and tries to clear her mind, the dark haired man who is by himself just stares at her. She attempts to ignore him and pretend she doesn’t notice his staring, but the longer he stares, the more uncomfortable, and angry she gets. The couple who is in the hot tub with them leaves, leaving Misty alone, and seemingly defenseless.  The man scoots closer to her, and she is finally unable to keep quiet.

“I’d stay right where you are if I were you. Don’t think I didn’t notice you constantly staring at me.” She warns him.

He laughs. “A beautiful woman  such as yourself should be flattered.”

Misty rolls her eyes. “You see, I would be flattered, but there just a couple reasons why I’m not.”

“And they would be…?”

Misty flashes her engagement ring. “For one, I’m engaged. And second…you’re not my type.”

He nods and smiles. “Ouch, that one stung. But, you see, I have a way of changing a woman’s mind. And an engagement ring means nothing, sweetheart.”

Misty shakes her head. She refuses to listen to anymore of his cockiness and decides to go back to her room. She stands up and grabs her towel, and when she turns around, he’s right in front of her! She glares at him, and stands her ground.

“What you planning on doing big boy?” She says as she wipes herself off with the towel. “I gave you fair warning before not to come near me and you just stepped into my personal space. So I suggest if you don’t want to get hurt, you back the hell off. And you have three seconds.”

“You think I’m scared of you? I’m twice your size woman.”

“One…” She starts counting.

He laughs and takes a step closer. “I like it rough though. Give me your best shot, tough girl.”

“Two…”

He touches her chin, and Misty doesn’t even say three when she knees him right where it hurts! He doubles over and struggles to catch his breath, as Misty stands over him with a wide grin.

“Three!” She yells at him. “I gave you several chances, and warned you to stay away. You chose to lay a finger on me, and you should be glad that my knee is the only thing that hurt your manhood, if you even have it. If my fiancée had been here, you wouldn’t even be conscious. And one more thing…if you even THINK about reporting this, I’ll file assault charges of my own, because I’m sure they have a camera on this hot tub, buddy. You might want to get some ice.”

“You…BITCH!”

Misty laughs. “Dude…I’ve been called much worse than that. I take that as a compliment. Have a nice day you prick!”

Misty then grabs her shirt and room key and walks away. The man stays on the ground, groaning in pain.  Misty heads back up to her room to take a shower.  Thirty minutes later wearing her pajama pants and a tank top. She is towel drying her hair when her cell phone rings. She grabs it, looking at the caller i.d with a smile.

“Hey, babe, how’s it going?...Oh, hey sweetie, how are you?...You went to a pumpkin patch, huh?...I bet! That sounds like a lot of fun…I wish I could have been there, too.” A sad expression grows over Misty’s face as Eden tells her about her day.

“A pet piggy?...Daddy’s right. That’s not such a good idea…Because sweetie, pigs are farm animals, and we don’t live on a farm…Hey, how about you tell me about everything else you did.” She sits down on the bed and puts her feet up.

“A cornpit?” Misty laughs. “That just doesn’t sound very fun…I would have gotten corn down my pants for sure! I’m glad you had fun, though…Eden, sweetie, give the phone to Daddy for a minute, okay?...I’ll talk to you later, okay?...Love you too, sweetie.”

Misty laughs again and smiles as she waits for Spike to get on the other end of the phone.

“Hey…I’m fine. It’s a little too quiet for my liking, but I’ll get over it I’m sure…I’ve just been relaxing for now. I went in the hot tub earli...What else would I wear in the hot tub?”

Misty shakes her head at Spike’s response to that question. “Very funny! There were other people around, ya know…Speaking of which, I had to knee some asshole in his goods, too…Not exactly. He was putting the moves on me and didn’t listen to my warnings so I did what I had to do…Relax, I’m fine. Not sure that guy is, but I’m sure I saved some other woman the misfortune of having to see what I’m sure he brings to the table…I’m just going to relax and call it an early night tonight. I’m gonna see if I can find a gym around here to do some training at tomorrow and then just prepare my match…I’ll talk to you later…Love you too…Bye.”

Misty hits the “end” button then sets her phone on the night stand next to the bed. She looks out the window and just looks at the view of the city at night. It’s an amazing sight to say the least, but she’s not quite ready to explore the city on her own. She closes the curtains and decides to call it a night. She needs all the rest she can get. The hardcore match against Kittie and Fantasia is just a couple days away.

**end scene one**

The next day Misty is taking the time to do some exercising in her room. She is on the floor doing some situps, all the while, focusing her mind on returning to the ring.

The first few months of my wrestling career in GXW back in late 2003 early 2004 are a blur in my mind. I hadn’t established myself yet, and often, I’m sure I made a fool of myself. I’ll never forget winning my first Women’s Championship, though. It was a fatal four way against Strawberry Wine, now known as my opponent, Fantasia, Selena and the reigning Women’s Champion, Sweet Anita.  That match was probably one of the toughest ones of my career so far.

Misty takes a break from doing situps and grabs a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. She takes a drink, remembering in her mind the night she won the GXW Women's Championship.

Having to face three women wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.  Especially considering that all three of my opponents were looking to do what I did..walk out as the GXW Women’s Champion. They all put up a hell of a fight that night. I had honestly forgotten about facing Strawberry Wine the few times that I did back then, but in all honesty, she’s more memorable as Fantasia to me then as Strawberry Wine. What kind of name was that anyway?

Misty laughs to herself, sets the bottle of water down on the table, then heads over and sits on the bed.

I’m not one to judge, though.  She was probably asking the same thing about my name, too.  I know all about her storied career.  She held a championship in some fed for two years. Big deal! That means nothing to me. What that shows me is that she wasn’t put up against the toughest challengers.  That she was the best that place had to offer.  Did she win championship gold in GXW? No..she didn’t.  She focused more of her attention on being an escort or valet or whatever you want to call it, to “Sxxxy” Shane Boswell, then moved on to change her name and become the Sin of Lust.  Am I concerned about facing her on Climax Control? Of course I am, and only because this is a hardcore match.  We can use any weapons we can find against each other.  I may be concerned, but I’m confident I will walk away the winner.

Misty takes a deep breath, now focusing her thoughts on her other opponent this week.

I’m just as confident going into this having to face Kittie as well.  I think my main concern going against her, though, is her temporarily losing her sanity and going batshit on me.  We may be on semi-good terms at the moment, but do I trust her one-hundred percent?  Hell no.  I hear she’s got some serious anger problems that she’s dealing with, and the fact she is wrestling in a hardcore match is a scary thought.  A scary thought for her, because if I feel she’s not in her right mind and on the verge of doing something she’ll regret, I’ll do something I regret and defend myself the way I see fit.  Kittie has potential to be a champion.  I know she does.  Hell, if I hadn’t decided to sign on as an active wrestler, I may have just decided to be her manager in a way and get her head in the game.  She’ll get the recognition and achievement one day.  Unfortunately for her, that day won’t be until I am out of the picture.  

Misty lays down, putting her head on the pillow and stares at the ceiling.

Once Climax Control has been and gone, the ladies of SCW will realize who the one to beat is.  It’s not going to be Fantasia or Kittie.  I WILL walk out of Climax Control with my first win in SCW.  I expect a great fight from Fantasia and Kittie.  I expect it, because they’ll receive nothing less from me in that ring.  I’m back and I’m here to stay.  Like it or not.