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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 
Violet's Redemption

It was such a bitter pill for Violet Ameila Holt to swallow after another gut wrenching defeat at the hands of her bitter enemy Bea Barnhart. Climax Control Episode Two hundred and sixty eight was supposed to be the night she got a measure of revenge. Her own father was literally standing in her corner as they competed in the first ever father-daughter tag team match. Violet had done something no one thought was possible. She made history that night. Not only did she compete in her only mixed tag team match with her father but she once again submitted to Bea Barnhart. Some have questioned whether or not her victory over Dani Weston was even that impressive.

Ever since that night, Dustin Holt has cranked up his daughter’s training regimen. He got tired of her constant bellyaching about losing to Bea and how she should be undefeated in Sin City Wrestling. Every day and almost every night, he drills her on her mechanics. He watches her footwork as she runs the rope ladder. He increases the intensity level on her in ring workouts. Her baby sister, former Sin City Underground starlet Shelby Holt, is watching all of this in the distance while texting her friends. Each night, Violet heads back toward the hotel she has been staying at since this epidemic that has plagued the entire world.

The sound of elevator doors dinging echoes slightly through the ninth floor as Shelby Holt and Violet step off it. Shelby is holding her cell phone in one hand as Violet is slowly walking down the hallway. “I think dad is trying to kill me,” complains Violet as she drags her left leg behind her. The training regimen her father has put her through has been very vigorous as of late. “I don’t think dad is trying to kill you Vi,” assures Shelby. “How can you tell Shelby?” wonders Violet. “You are still moving albeit very gingerly but still you can move your limbs,” answers Shelby.

Violet shakes her head while slowly heading towards her hotel room. “This is my punishment,” she vocalizes to herself. Shelby lifts her eyes up from her cell phone screen while turning to gaze at her sister. “Dad isn’t trying to punish you. He has been trying to get your attention since your debut but it's not a punishment,” her sister explains. Violet doesn’t believe a word Shelby is saying as they stop midway down the hallway. “Why are we stopping Violet?” Shelby asks as she lifts her eyes up from her phone. “This is my room Shel,” Violet answers as she fumbles through her pockets for her key card. Shelby nods her head in agreeance. “I thought we were going down to my room and watch some television,” Shelby offers. “Thanks sis but I’m going to take a long bath then relax in my bed,” Violet states as she turns the knob on her door.

Two hours have passed as Violet is lying in her bed with one hand placed beneath her head. She looks up at the ceiling before slowly drifting off to sleep. As she sleeps, her right eye starts twitching.

”Get your damn hands up,” screams Dustin as Violet is shown standing inside a wrestling ring. She appears to be sparring with Valerie Beasley but not doing well against her. She can feel her face getting bruised after each fist lands flush against her skin. “Damn it Violet, get you damn hands up,” Dustin forcibly demands his daughter as he watches from the ring apron. Violet rolls her eyes and places her hands up as she blocks multiple rights from Valerie. “Good, now attack,” Dustin orders as Violet lands a hard right of her own. “Why am I doing this daddy?” asks Violet as she looks over at her father for an answer. “I’m teaching you how not to take someone lightly,” he vaguely answers as Valerie catches Violet square on the chin with a hard left hook. Violet slumps to the ground as Dustin steps through the ropes. He kneels beside his daughter and helps her up towards her feet. “What the hell happened?” Violet asks while rubbing her chin. “You took your eyes off of Valerie and she made you pay for it,” he answers her firmly.

Violet sits on her butt as her father is motioning towards someone. “What are you doing daddy?” she asks him. “I’m preparing you for anything,” he states as she uses the ring ropes to stand up. Violet doesn’t seem to understand until her baby sister enters the scene. Violet’s eyes widen as she looks over at her father. “Is this some sort of sick joke?” she asks him. Dustin doesn’t respond to her as he walks over and holds the ropes open for Shelby.

Violet’s eyes continue to twitch as she violently tosses and turns. Her hand has dropped from behind her head and drapes it across her stomach.

”What is the purpose of this dad?” Violet asks him while still trying to gather her bearings. “Why does everything have to have a purpose?” Her dad answers back with a question of his own. The question catches her off guard as she shakes her head.

Violet continues to toss and turn in her sleep. Meanwhile, the door handle on her hotel room door slightly turns as it slides open. A size thirteen shoe steps over the threshold followed by a women’s size seven. “Are you sure about this daddy?” Shelby whispers as Dustin looks at her. “I may be a hard ass but I’m not dumb,” he answers. Shelby looks at him as she seems to be a little confused. “What are you talking about daddy?” Shelby asks point blank. Dustin doesn’t say a word as he silently moves across the floor. Shelby stands near the door as he bends at the waist and places a hand on Violet’s shoulder. “Violet,” he softly calls out as he brushes her pink colored blonde hair out from in front of her face. “Dad, I don’t think this is a wise idea,” Shelby expresses her nervousness towards the situation.

”I am not going to fight my own sister dad,” Violet says. “Yes, you will,” he states with a serious look on his face. “What does this even prove?” Violet asks. “It proves that you are ready for anything that the wrestling business can and will throw at you. You want to be taken seriously then it’s time you took yourself seriously. It’s time to stop thinking you are this great wrestler. Your opponents are seeing right through it. Bea Barnhart has already made you look like an idiot. It’s time for a chan………

Violet snaps her eyes open after the fourth time her dad called her name. She uses her right hand to rub some sleep out of her eyes. “Dad,” she speaks out with a little grogginess in her voice. “What are you doing here?” she asks him. “I noticed you were limping after your training session. I know I have been hard on you for the past several weeks but it’s for your own good,” he answers her while showing a smile. “I know dad but sometimes you push so hard without telling me why,” she implores. Dustin walks over towards the sliding glass doors and stands just to the right of them. “Sometimes Violet, you don’t push yourself. You expect everything to be handed to you and that doesn’t work in this kind of business. You must strive to be the very best. You got lucky against Dani Weston but lightning doesn’t always strike the same place twice,” he responds to her. Violet slings her legs over so her feet are slightly touching the floor.

Shelby steps further into the room as her dad remains looking out the window. “Are you telling me that I stand no chance against Candy?” Violet asks him while standing up straight. Her dad looks back towards his daughter. “I’m saying you do stand a chance if you can duplicate what you did against Dani then you stand a chance. Otherwise, you will fail again,” he tells her flat out. “Oh my GOD! My own dad doesn’t believe in me. I guess I will have to show the world that I mean business,” she says while picking up her phone off the end table. She also slips on her slippers before looking at her father. “I’ll show you,” she glares at him before marching out of her room. Shelby looks to go after her but her dad stops her.

Violet marches herself down the hallway. She turns the corner and enters an empty room. She first lets out a loud scream before placing her phone on the table sitting in the middle of the room.

Into The Void is supposed to be the night I finally make my mark. However, everyone seems to think that I can’t do it. Ever since my surprise victory over Dani Weston, everyone thinks that I can’t beat Candy. I know that Candy is an amazing talent inside that ring. I have watched her matches. She has skills no question about it. However, she seems to be a five trick pony. She wants everyone to think she is this naive person but I think it’s all an act. No matter what the case may be against her, she still is the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

She has defended that belt with great honor and pride. That is something you can respect and I do respect her hard work ethic. However, I don’t respect her determination to be the absolute best inside that ring. That is where I come into the picture. You see I wasn’t shocked when I beat Dani Weston. I knew that I could do it. I had confidence in my abilities and the results spoke for themselves. Now, I am not writing Candy off. She has a fifty-fifty chance at retaining her championship this Sunday.

She also has a fifty-fifty chance at losing said championship. I don’t know what the stipulation is going to be for our matchup. Quite frankly, I really don’t care if I am being honest with myself. Because I am prepared to fight you in any kind of match. It doesn’t matter what that wheel lands on because in the end I am ready for a fight. I’m not going to just let you retain this championship. I have been scratching and clawing my way through the ranks just to put myself into this position. I have endured so much in my career that I need this championship. It’s not about the money. It’s about pride. It’s about determination.

At Into the Void, I will stop at nothing to achieve my biggest goal to date. You see Candy, I have nothing against you being a bubbly bitch who thinks sunshine and rainbows are everywhere. I respect the hell out of you. Unfortunately, you just happen to be in my way of what I truly want out of life. I need to prove to the world that I am no fluke. It starts with me shoving my foot so far down your throat and crushing your dreams. No one is going to stop me. Not my father. Not my sister. Not even you. Candy, I truly hope you have a great health insurance plan because after Into The Void, you are going to need it. It’s time to unleash FIVE FEET OF CRAZY.

The world will lose it shit when Violet Amelia Holt beats miss goody Candy. IT will happen because I believe it. You can call it cockiness. I call it confidence. You may call me arrogant. I call it knowing how good I truly am in the midst of everything. Candy, you world is going to go up in smoke and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

 For the past three days, Violet and Dustin have been training non stop in her father's private gym on the strip of Las Vegas. "Keep your hands up," Dustin shouts at his daughter as they work on their blocking techniques. Violet is trying very hard to block her father's kicks but she keeps getting struck with kicks to her side. "That hurts," she whines as Dustin changes up his approach. "We should work on your submission defense," he suggests as Violet strikes back with a hard jab to the side of her father's head. "You should keep your hands up," she joked as Dustin catches her right fist before twisting her into an armbar.

"No fair," she screams as Dustin continues to apply pressure to her arm. "Why didn't you keep your eyes on the ball?" asks Dustin as he leans up while placing his back on top of her. "Why are we doing this?" she asks while trying to figure out away out of the armbar. "Think about it Violet," he answers her vaguely while transitioning into a different armbar. Violet uses this opportunity to get between Dustin's legs and throws him over her head. "Great counter," he says in between small breaths. Dustin takes a minute to catch his breath as Violet uses her free hand to rub the muscle that was being hyperextended during the armbar.

"Daddy, what are we going to do about those nasty Barnharts?" Violet asks while sitting crossed legged on the gym floor. "Well, we are going to do what we do best my dear. We going to give those two idiots a fight they will never forget," he answers her. Violet hangs her head a bit as Dustin outstretches his legs while looking at his daughter. "Bill Barnhart has no idea what is waiting for him come Sunday. He wants to talk about educating me but has no idea how educated I am through my years in this industry. He wants to make claims that I'm a shell of my former self which might be the case but I'm determined to shove my fist right down his throat," he tells her as she smiles with joyfulness in her eyes. "Daddy, I know you will teach that fat bastard a thing or two about respect. I can't wait to make that stupid bitch eat her own words," Violet adds as Dustin stands up to his feet.

"My entire career has been proving people wrong. Everyone has said that I'm not a wrestler but yet I've won more matches using wrestling holds then anything else. Bill will find out just how good I am. I'm going to outwrestle him to the point of no return. His world will crumble beneath his own weight after I target each of his bad knees. You see Bill. I am a student of the game. I have been known to be one of the most dangerous minds in professional wrestling. The fact I have my own signature match is proof in the pudding. Barnhart should have been focusing on his upcoming title match with the future of this business. Instead, he wants to pick a fight with someone who can injury him," Dustin says with a smirk.

"My daughter will avenge her previous falls to your pathetic wife. It's funny really. Your first tag team match ended in a loss to an established team. I hate to be the bearer of bad news Bill but you're tag team woes will continue as we hand you another loss. Violet and I are going to show the world just how well we work as a team. You claim that I'm overprotective. No, I've just been in this business long enough as I have you know what dangers lurk around every corner. My daughter knows that I will let her do her thing. I just don't want her to get into trouble before it's time. The Barnharts are going to get the first class beating that they have ever received. Violet and I are looking forward to it."

 "That's my favorite part," a voice rings out as light shows off the 45 inch television that is mounted on the north wall. Violet is holding a medium sized television remote in her left hand as her tongue is lapping around her lips. She seems rather proud of her actions as she watches the replay of last night's Climax Control. "Look at the way that bitch's head smacks off the floor," she mentions while pausing the video and rewinding it back. She continues to watch the replay when Shelby comes walking into the living room carrying  a bowl full of extra butter style popcorn. "Are we still watching this sis?" asks Shelby in between handfuls.

Violet gave out a loud groan before looking at her sister. "What kind of question is that? You know damn well that I'm going to watch Bea Barnhart getting her ass handed to her by me over and over," she answered. Shelby rolled her eyes while tossing three kernels of popcorn into her mouth. "Where's pop?" Violet wonders as Shelby shrugs her shoulders. "I have no idea," she responds with a mouthful of popcorn. Violet eyes her little sister while slipping off her bed. She places her feet on the rough carpet as her hand hovers over toward her cell phone sitting on the end table. "Nothing," she mutters while standing up off the bed. She looks over at the television while shaking her head. "I need to do something with this mop," she talks to herself.

Shelby continues to munch on popcorn as she watches her sister just bouncing around like a jumping bean. Violet glides across the floor and stops in front of her dresser. She gathers some clothes for a shower as she turns to look at her sister. "I'll be in the shower. If dad calls then answer," she says while looking at Shelby. Shelby holds up her thumb while reaching for the television remote. Violet steps into her bathroom and closes the door. The sound of water echoes through the wall as Shelby changes the channel to an episode of Looney Tunes. She starts giggling under her breath while munching on more popcorn. As she begins to put another kernel into her mouth, she feels something vibrating her right leg. "What the," she yammers to herself as pulls out her cell phone. She looks at the locked screen and sees a picture of her father. She shrieks a little before answering the phone. "Hey dad," she says still with popcorn in her mouth.

"Where's your sister Shelby," he says in response. "She's in the shower," she retorts. "When she gets out, have her call me," he replies before cutting the call off. Shelby stars at her phone while shaking her head. "I love you too dad," she mumbles as Violet steps out of the shower wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top. Her blonde hair was sporting some new pink stripes as she tosses the towel onto the floor. "Who was that?" she asks. "Dad," is all Shelby says while keeping her eyes onto the television screen. "What's wrong?" asks Violet. "He didn't want to talk to me. He seemed very upset," Shelby says.

Violet gulped as she sunk onto her bed. Shelby looks over at her sister after stepping out of the bathroom. "What's with the long face?" asks Shelby. "Dad's not happy with me," she answers. Shelby chuckles. "What a shock," comments Shelby. "He's not happy with how I attacked Bea. He said he wanted to see more brutality and felt that I was half assing it," adds Violet. "I thought he would blow his stack because you were following his footsteps," mentions Shelby. "He was pleased that I gave into my frustrations but wasn't happy with my approach. He's sorry about not talking to you. He was busy trying to find a way to hold ViolentMania," replies Violet. Shelby let out a sigh as she pulls up the Sin City Wrestling website. "Are you prepared for Jessie Salco?" asks Shelby.

"I am fully prepared to face that piece of shit. What has Jessie Salco done lately to be even considered an actual threat? She has failed in the last few matches. She couldn't even get past the first round of the BFTP tournament. I don't blame her though. She had a worthless tag team partner in Denise's father. Even before then, she hasn't won many matches lately. Not that I can say anything, I do plan on changing that," Violet begins as Shelby is just now recording this on her cell phone.

"Bea Barnhart, she has been a thorne in my side for a long time. She will soon get hers after I take out this wanna be metal chick. Jessie Salco wrestles with the same mindset as me. However, I have watched some of her old matches. She is careless with her moves. She wrestles with her emotions not with her brain. She will soon find herself on the wrong end of the purple rainmaker. Just think of it, my first victory will come from throwing that little bitch all over the ring. She has no idea what is in store," adds Violet as she gets up off the bed. She walks over toward her wrestling bag and slings it across her shoulder.

"If you think what I did to Bea was mind blowing then keep watching Climax Control. Because I'm going to introduce Jessie to the Five Feet of Crazy. She will have no idea what will hit her. Everyone will be talking about me and then I will continue my path of violence until I get my hands wrapped around Bea. Until then, keep your eyes peeled and watch for sparks," finishes Violet as Shelby stops recording.  

 

It’s a rather cool day in Tampa, Florida as Violet Amelia Holt is sitting inside an empty Amalie Arena as a ring crew is working hard setting up for the VWL’s flagship show Wednesday Night Rampage. Violet is watching from the top of the bleachers as she thinks about her number one contenders match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. A lot of scenarios are flashing through her mind as a small smile crosses her face.

“In exactly two weeks, Bea Barnhart will find herself in a world of trouble. I saw your promo and I must say you talk a lot for a lucky bitch,” Violet says while placing her hands on top of her knees. ”I try very hard not to let my emotions show because in this business emotions get you no where. However, since you are talking a whole lot of nonsense about how this match is going to go I figured it was time to let my emotions soar like an eagle in the sky,” Violet continues as she stands up to her feet and steps onto the bleacher stairs. She takes one step down as her phone starts ringing inside her jacket pocket.

Violet pulls her phone out and sees her sister’s picture under the number. “Hey Shelby,” she answers after pressing the answer button. “Hey Vi,” Shelby replies back. “What’s up Shel?” Violet asks. “Just letting you know that I’m not going to be in Tampa until next week,” Shelby answers as Violet nodded her head. “That’s fine Shel. I’m in Amalie right now anyway,” Violet replies.

Violet is still chatting on the phone when her dad walks up the bleachers. “Hi daddy,” she says while putting a hand over the receiver on her cell phone. “Hi darling,” he responds with a heartfelt smile on his face. “Are you preparing yourself mentally for My Bloody Valentine?” he asks her as Violet shrugs her shoulders. “I’m about as ready as I’m going to be,” she answers as he turns to watch his ring crew hard at work. “You know there is already so much history in this city when it comes to us Holts,” he starts to recall his wrestling days as Violet rolls her eyes. “Oh man,” she mentions into the phone. “What?” Shelby questions. “Dad is doing it again,” answers Violet. “Doing what? Cursing like a sailor,” jokes Shelby. “Not yet but he is recalling his career,” Violet says as a loud smack can be heard through the phone.

Dustin turns his head to see his daughter still on the phone. “Who are you talking to Violet?” He asks her. “I’m talking to Shelby,” she answers as his eyes lit up. “Ooh,” he hoots as Violet hands him her cell phone. “Why are you handing me your phone?” He questions her. “I’m going to go get something from catering and thought you would like to talk to Shelby,” she answers as he smiles. He politely takes the phone and takes a few steps up to talk. As he does so, Violet heads down the opposite direction and heads for the catering table. She stops at the concession stand orders herself an ice latte. She takes a sip before walking over towards the table with all kinds of food.

She is standing there looking over the food trying to decide what she would like to eat first when someone calls out her name. “Violet,” the voice rings out as she doesn’t hear them at first. “Violet,” the voice repeats three more times as Violet turns slowly around while mumbling under her breath. When turns fully around, her eyes lock on to a middle age woman with fair skin and dark red hair. Violet gasps as she drops her ice latte onto the floor. “Mom!?” She says shockingly as the woman walks up to her and wraps her arms around her. “What are you doing here mother?” asks Violet as her mother pulls back while placing her hands on both shoulders. “You have become a very beautiful young lady,” her mom says as Violet is staring into her mom’s eyes. “You didn’t answer my question,” she says while gritting her teeth. “I just love what you have done with your hair. I wouldn’t have done it that way but that’s just me,” Her mom continues to dodge Violet’s question as she continues to make condescending remarks about Violet’s appearance.

“Mom, why are you here?” Violet asks again. “Is there a man in your life or are you more into girls?” Her mother continues to dodge the question as Violet is visibly starting to become upset. The relationship between mother and daughter has been strained since her mother left Dustin while he was competing in Japan. Violet feels her mother is more superficial than most women in the world. “Mother, will you stop being a total bitch,” she finally says out of frustration. Her mother looks at her before slapping her across the face. “Don’t you dare call your mother that word again,” she scolds Violet as Violet lifts her head and glares at her mother.

“Janet,” a voice calls out as both ladies turn their heads. Janet smiles while running over towards Dustin and flinging her arms around his neck. He reaches up and pulls her arms away from him. “Why don’t you go find Uncle JT honey?” Dustin suggests as Violet nods her head and walks away from the area. She gets further down the corridor and hears her father break into a foul language tirade that makes her giggle.

Violet turns the corner and sees one of the VWL cameramen setting up a couple cameras in the backstage area. “Hey,” she calls out. The cameraman turns his head and just nods it. “Do you mind helping me out?” She asks him as he nods his head again. She smiles as he places the camera onto his shoulder and gives her the signal to go ahead.

”My Bloody Valentine 3 marks my first pay per view appearance for Sin City Wrestling. We are in beautiful Tampa, Florida where my family has a history in this great city. My daddy became a household in this city. He won his tenth and thirtieth world championship in this city. It’s only fitting that I care on that legacy. Now in order for me to do that I have to face a woman who was just lucky in our first encounter. That woman is Bea Barnhart,” Violet pauses so she could catch her breath.

”I heard Bea talk about how she is going to do this and do that against me. I don’t think she knows what is waiting for this time around. You see I’m well aware that this match is determined by a Roulette wheel. I already see where you mindset is though. You think because you got a sleeper hold on me that you assume that it will happen again. Well think again chump stain. We are on an even playing field. However, I have more experience when it comes to hardcore matches. I can adapt to my surroundings. I’m not afraid to bleed. I will do whatever it takes to prove everyone wrong,” Violet takes another minute to catch her breath.

”I hope you aren’t taking me lightly Bea. You did that against me the first time and it almost caught you. Since that win, you have done nothing that screams impressive. I know that I have no room to talk. Judging by my record, I shouldn’t be in this match but I impressed the owners enough with my skills that they saw potential in me. I’m not going to let them down. I’m going to show you why I am five feet of crazy,” Violet smirks while signaling towards the cameraman to stop recording.  

 It’s a quarter til eight o’clock in the morning as a loud buzzing sound fills the one bedroom apartment in downtown Port Charlotte. A partially cupped hand snakes its way out from underneath the covers as it reaches up towards the snooze button on top of the digital alarm clock. A strong groan follows as the presses down on the button. The sound dies down for at least five minutes. As the hand is making its way back under the covers, a bright light shines inside the room as more groaning can be heard.

The same hand that snoozed the alarm, picks up the small device sitting on the nightstand. The light illuminates a pair of grey eyes as Violet tilts her head up to look at her phone screen. At first, she thought it was the alarm on her phone about to go off but instead it was a text from her daddy. Violet reads the text silently before typing a response. After sending the text, Violet places her phone back down but before she could lay her head back down. Two beams of light peek through her blinds. “Alright, I’ll get my carcass out of bed,” she mumbles to herself. Violet sighs heavily as she flings her covers off.

A few minutes later, Violet is standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Her platinum blonde hair is a tangled mess as she just stares at her reflection. “You’re a hot mess,” a voice rings out. Violet shows a halfhearted smile as she turns her head to see her young sister Shelby standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” asks Violet. Shelby smiles as she steps into the bathroom and begins to help her big sister. “Daddy asked me to check on you,” answers Shelby. Violet lightly chuckles as she works to untangle her hair.

Hours have passed as the two sisters are sitting together around the small table near the kitchen. “How long is daddy going to be in Los Angeles?” asks Violet. “I got no clue,” answers Shelby. Violet sips on her coffee as Shelby is swirling a bagel around her finger. “We really should get going,” she tells her sister. “I know Shelby. I just hate being up before 10 AM,” replies Violet. Shelby smiles as she puts the bagel down. “You know dad won’t let you sleep that late. Especially when it’s a training day. Heck, he barely lets me sleep in anymore,” says Shelby. “I know Shel but a girl needs her beauty sleep,” she responds with a giggle. Shelby nods her head as they finish their breakfast. Violet rinses our her mug as Shelby heads off to brush her teeth. As Violet is heading back towards her bedroom, her phone vibrates in her pocket. She quickly pulls out to see her father calling. She swipes left and puts the phone on speaker.

“Hi daddy,” she starts. “Hello angel,” he greets back. “Where are you?” she asks him.  “I’m still in Los Angeles,” he softly responds as Shelby steps back into the living room. Violet lifts her hand up towards Shelby. The slight nod of her head is enough to tell Violet that she will remain quiet. “Have you started your training?” her dad asks. Violet looks at her sister as Shelby is running her fingers through her own blonde hair. “I’m just about to head towards the gym,” she fibs. Her dad already knew the answer as Violet’s eyes widen. “I thought you wanted to prove me wrong,” he mentions as Violet is starting to get a little nervous. “I will prove that I’m ready for the big leagues,” she retorts. “Show me,” he says before ending the call. Violet screams as she lets those two words linger in her mind. “Don’t say a word,” she mutters while looking at her sister. Shelby holds up both hands as Violet storms out of the room.

I don’t know what’s more nerve racking, making your debut for a new company or trying live up to your father’s high standards. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daddy but it’s not easy living up to his legacy. It’s a good thing my opponent Bea Barnhart is in the same boat. She has to live up to her husband’s legacy. Talk about pressure but if I want to prove my daddy wrong then I need to overcome the pressure. How will I do it? Guess we will find out when the time comes.

It’s a little past nine o’clock in the morning as Violet has begun her training regimen. Shelby is off on the other side working on her own thing. Violet is really working on building up her strength in her legs. She knows that will be the one area she has an advantage over Bea Barnhart. “I have to beat this lady,” she repeats to herself like it’s on loop. Shelby comes running over with a smile on her face. “Hey Vi,” she says into her ear. “What Shelby?” asks Violet. “Do you want to get some in ring practice in today? I’ll be your practice dummy,” Shelby answers. Violet nods her head as both girls make a beeline for the one ring near the far right of the gym.

Thirteen minutes later, Violet is sitting on the ring apron. Shelby comes walking back over holding two bottles of water. Violet takes one and proceeds to do a cheers with her sister. They each take a sip of water while taking a moment to rest their bones. Violet looks at the wall which shows all of the championships her father had won over his career. “Why do you this to yourself?” Shelby asks blatantly. Violet shrugs her shoulders while taking a long gulp of her water. “Why do I do what to myself?” she responds with a question of her own. “You are always challenging our father and putting all this pressure on yourself. It can’t be healthy,” Shelby says with a concerned tone. Violet takes a few minutes to gather her thoughts when the bells above the front door jingle. Shelby turns her head and smiles. Violet keeps her eyes pointed towards the floor as Shelby waves her hand towards the door. “Hi daddy,” she shouts. Dustin waves back while greeting some of his students and coaches. He continues to make his way towards his daughters. “Hello girls,” he finally says as he gets close to them.

“When did you get back?” asks Shelby. “I just got back into town a few hours ago. How’s the training coming kiddo?” He wonders while placing a hand on Violet’s shoulder. She lifts her eyes up as they connect with his eyes. Dustin knows what she is going through and can tell she is having strong doubts. “Dad, am I ever going to be as good as you?” She asks. “That remains to be seen but I know you have the potential to be greater. You just have trust your abilities and utilize the God given talent that got you a Sin City Wrestling contract,” he answers followed by a soft kiss on top of her head. Violet smiles at him as she and Shelby resume their sparring match. Dustin watches while offering constructive criticism towards both of his offspring.

January fifth in Atlanta, Georgia will be a night that the SCW nation will never forget. Two fresh bombshells will clash in a match that could steal the show. That’s what I’m looking to do this Sunday. How about you Bea? Are you up to the challenge? Are you ready to create your own path? That’s what I’m going to do instead of trying to carry on a legacy. Trust me, I know where I come from and I’m proud of my daddy. I’m proud to carry on the Holt name in the wrestling business but I can’t emulate him.

I get it. You want to impress the world and show that you are more than arm candy for Bill Barnhart. The fact that you have to add the word beautiful as your moniker tells me how low your self esteem is these days. I’m well aware that I can be described as a hot mess. Heck, I know that a lot of guys usually get a neck cramp when I walk past them. That doesn’t bother me because I know who I am. I’m not coming into this match hoping to do my best. I know I’m going to give my very best. I just have a few questions. Will you be able to stand on your own two feet? Are you able to keep up? The reason I ask these questions Bea is because I’m not real sure you are ready for this wrestling match. Mainly because you are just stepping into this lifestyle because of your husband. This life is not for the weak at heart and if you keep going you will lose yourself. Another thing I have noticed is that you have a more technical wrestling style. That’s fine with me but with my speed and agility are you going to be able to match me move for move. Not to mention, I’m trained in the art of submission wrestling and have been known to get very kick happy.

Look, I’m not trying to discourage you from trying but I am hoping you realize what is bound to happen. When we clash on Climax Control, I will hold nothing back. So bring it on Bea because one purple rainmaker will make all the difference.

 

<p align=right>April 28, 2019
San Diego, CA
Off Camera/On Camera

It's been years since Ellen Holt has seen her older brother Dustin. The last time was when he had come down to the Holt Wrestling Academy. He had helped train her even though she was more athletic than most of the recruits. Before she could integrate herself with her new stablemates, she wanted some bonded time with her big brother.

The sun was beating down on the two of them as he was letting his English bulldog play in the park nearest his house. Ellen was watching as Butch the dog chased after each stick Dustin threw.

"Why did you want me in this stable?" asks Ellen as Dustin leans up to look her in the eyes.

"You would have to ask Jack that question. I just suggested your name but it was his decision to add you to the team. Besides, why not you? You are a great athlete and a terrific team player," answers Dustin as Ellen shakes her head.

She wasn't very big on compliments especially since her ex-boyfriend would compliment on her before beating her. Dustin knew about her trouble with men as he places an arm around her.

"Let's not talk about work sis. So how you liking Los Angeles?" asks Dustin.

Ellen lightly punches her brother on the arm. "It's very massive and the people can't drive. It's worse then those old farts who shouldn't be driving," she answers.

Dustin chuckles as Ellen kneels down and pets Butch on the head.

"I see Butch loves you," jokes Dustin.

Ellen sticks her tongue out at him while standing up to her feet. Butch is wagging his short tail as Ellen twirls a small stick in between her fingers.

"When are you going to learn? Dogs love me," Ellen responds while throwing the stick and Butch runs after it. Ellen watches as Dustin smiles at how quickly his dog bonded with his sister.

"Butch doesn't like everyone so you must be a lucky girl," Dustin jokes again as Ellen playfully tosses her hair around. They continue playing with the dog while enjoying the cool breeze.

<p align=right>April 30, 2019
London, England
Off Camera/On Camera

Two days later, Sonya Ellington has landed in London. Sonya wanted to get into the city early so she could do some heavy sight seeing. After checking into the hotel, Sonya took a stroll down the sidewalk. She sees Big Ben and is looking to take a selfie when a man bumps into her.

"Excuse you," she shouts as the man stops in his tracks. He turns on his heels as Sonya gulps a little. "Josiah!?" she questions while rubbing her eyes.

The man smirks as he gets closer to her. Josiah Turnbow was standing right in front of her. She almost couldn't believe her eyes. "Hey Sonya," says Josiah as stretches his hand out toward her. Sonya looks around before taking his hand.

"What are you doing here Josiah?" asks Sonya. Josiah rubs his head while letting out a couple sighs. Josiah Turnbow is an active member of a wrestling stable known only as Torment. Sonya was once asked to join but she turned them down. Josiah thought it was because of him but it was due to her family name.

"I'm here looking to recruit people for Torment. Why are you here?" he returns with a question of his own.

"Why is that any business of yours?" she asks as Josiah bites down on his lips. Josiah is about to fire back when a six foot six inch tall man walks up to them.

"Hey Sonya, we were looking for you," the voice rings out as Sonya looks up and shows a smile.

"Hiya Jimmy," says Sonya as Josiah sucks down a wall of spit. Jimmy smiles as he waves at Sonya. Josiah sighs before looking down at his watch.

"I've got to get going," says Josiah as Sonya just waves him goodbye. Josiah slowly walks off as Jimmy is scratching his head. Sonya looks at him.

"Don't ask. So where is everybody?" she asks as Jimmy points over at the House of Parliament. Sonya smiles as they walk towards the group.

<p align=right>The following is from the thoughts of Sonya Ellington

The world has finally woken up. No one seems to be firmly behind Team Eggplant anymore. That could be due to their need of wanting attention. Sierra Williams is a good example of being an attention whore. Before her significant other Lachlan was injured, Sierra was happy sitting on the sidelines. She was okay with being forgotten about until he went down. Now why is that? Is it because Lachlan was no longer holding you down? Is it because you thought it was your chance to make a name for yourself?

It's no secret that you guys have taken the mixed tag division by storm. You guys have held those belts for a long time. You have held them so long that you have hid behind them. Lachlan may have won matches with you but on his own he couldn't win his way out of a paper bag. Sierra has proven she can win on his own. Unfortunately, you two are walking into a battle this upcoming Sunday that you can't win.

Oh I know what you are going to say. We are nothing but gamers. We are going to lose because you are soooo good. Those are poor reasons due to the fact we aren't the same team. We are determined to prove you wrong. We are coming into this match with one goal. That goal is to eliminate you two. Our motives are to prove that we are the team to beat.

It doesn't matter what you morons think about us. It doesn't matter what happened in the past. Jack and myself are going to waltz into London and teach you two how not to judge a book by its cover. There are no cheat codes for this match. We are looking to break out of the screen and crush you under your own egos. Gamer Inc is still a strong unit. We never once had hidden agendas. Our goals are the same. Team Eggplant will fall. That is a guarantee. So get ready because it's about to be GAME ON!!!!

 March 9, 2019
Sarasota, Florida
Off camera/on camera

It was a rainy day in Southwest Florida, as Ellen Holt is lying on her patio with a book in her hand. Her blonde hair is bouncing around as her small floor fan moves side to side. She is enjoying the nice quiet afternoon, when her cell phone rings. At first she ignores it thinking it was work asking if she could come in for a few hours. Ellen worked at a local retail store. She scoffed out loud as the phone continued to ring for a few more minutes. The phone stops ringing as Ellen breaths a sigh of relief. She sinks back into her chair hoping her phone wouldn't go off again. She is just about to turn the page on her book when her phone starts ringing again.

Ellen shouts some unsavory words toward the ceiling as she pushes herself up off the chair. She shuffles herself across the patio and picks her phone up off the small table next to the grill. She looks at the name as a quizzical look appears on her face. She presses the answer button and places it to her ear.

"Dustin? Why are you calling me?" She asks him as Dustin scoffs on the other end.

"How soon can you get to San Diego?" he asks her blatantly ignoring her question.

"Probably within a day, why?" she asks in a curious tone.

"Okay, I'll see you in two days. Don't be late," he says very cryptically.

The phone goes dead as Ellen is scratching her head trying to figure out what her brother was trying to tell her. The next day, she requested some time off but her boss wasn't having it. So Ellen decides to up and quit as she returned home and began packing. She reaches the airport and walks up to the ticket desk.

"Hello," she says as the flight director is smiling at her.

"Good day Ms. Holt, I hope all is well," the director returns as Ellen is a little suscipious at the director.

"I'd like to purchase a ticket for San Diego," she requested as the director continues to smile.

"No need for any of that Ms. Holt. I have a ticket here for an Ellen Holt for San Diego," the director replies as she makes a few clicks with her computer mouse. The sound of her printer echoes as Ellen is dumbfounded at what her brother did for her. She boards the plane and takes her seat.

A day later, Dustin is waiting at the gate for his sister. She steps off and immediately jumps into his arms.

"Thank you Dustin," she says graciously as he puts her down and walks with her towards baggage claim.

"Did you bring your wrestling gear?" he asks her as she nodded her head.

"We are in San Diego so I figured we were going to teaming together in a one off match for the Violent Wrestling League," she answers as he continues to keep a straight face.

"Not exactly. I have this group in Sin City Wrestling called Gamer Inc who need guidance. I can't give it to them since I'm retired but I figured my baby sister would love to wrestle again," he says as she smiles. Ellen has known about Sin City Wrestling for months and has watched the mixed tag team division get forgotten about.

"I'd be honored to help anyway I can as long as I can bash skulls in," she replies as he just nodded his head.

March 20, 2019
Team Bonding
Los Angeles, CA
Off Camera/On Camera

Two weeks have gone by as Ellen Holt, now going by the ring name Sonya Ellington, has become a major part of the Gamer Inc family. She and Jack Stewart as competed in a mixed tag team match in Coastal Wrestling Coalition. They came away with a dominating victory. The stable itself found a new life with Sonya joining the mix.

Now, it's a hot day in Los Angeles, as the quartet are sitting in their office just talking over new strategies for any matchup they might face in SCW. Jack has already experienced winning and losing during his short stint with SCW. Sonya is looking to just get back into wrestling after being away from it for so long. So in order to have a strong team, the quartet have decided to partake in team bonding exercises.

"Are you sure this is even going to work?" asks Sonya as she stands on top of a chair. Jack stands behind her with his arms out wide.

"If we can't trust each other then how are we going to be a cohesive unit," he answers as she shrugs her shoulders.

Sonya crosses her arms in front of her chest as she falls backward. Jack catches her before setting her down. They high five each other as Jimmy is watching from his desk.

"I really believe people have yet to take us seriously. I mean what do we have to do in order to get respect," Jimmy adds as Sonya taps her finger to her temple.

She lifts her eyes up toward the ceiling before snapping her fingers.

"How about we stop asking and just start making," she suggested as the two men look at each other. She smirks before telling Char to get the camcorder.

Char does that as Sonya pushes Jack and Jimmy out of the way. Char laughs as Sonya motions for her to begin.

Sonya Shoot
Off Camera/On Camera

Char nods her head as she presses the record button. Sonya is leaning against a desk.

"Hello Sin City Wrestling, I hope you are having a tremendous day in London. London Brawling 2 is shaping up to be a real barn burner for sure but it turns out Team Eggplant has a problem with us facing them again. I get it you have beating one unit from our group but let me remind you of something. Since Blaze of Glory, you two have done nothing to make those mixed tag team belts mean more than shiny trinkets. Lachlan is too busy having family issues while you were upset that everyone forgot about you.

It must suck knowing that you and Lachlan have treated this division like crap. That's why no one wants to face you. Let's face it, you two are the equivalent to watching paint drying. Yes, I say you are boring. Lachlan can't seem to but himself a win on his own and we all know you got lucky against Trinity Jones. Sierra Williams is nothing more than a relic who has worked past her prime. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Sonya Ellington. I'm the newest member of Gamer Inc. I have been competing in this business since I was sixteen years old. I have faced hundreds of people like you Sierra. You think everyone is beneath you. You feel as if no one takes you seriously. You think you know everything that goes on with everyone in the locker room.

What you call burying our heads in the sand is what we call circling the wagons. We knew something wasn't working and we immediately fixed it. Beverly Milsap wasn't for the team. She was for herself and that isn't going to fly with us. You keep calling us jokes because we haven't won a match. Big fucking deal. Did you know that we continue to improve our game by competing outside of SCW? I bet you didn't know that because your heads are so far up your own asses that you can't see from the shit covering them,

Sonya takes a minute to catch her breath.

"You made a bold claim by saying you aren't worried about which duo you will be facing at London Brawling 2. That's where you made the mistake. You should be worried because we haven't become complacent like you two. You see, I will be making my in ring debut for SCW and I plan on showing the world why I am the best this company has and I'll prove that by shutting you two down. I bet you didn't expect someone like me huh. You expected someone who was a nerd or a geek. I am both but I'm also a wrestler. I may not be the tallest or the strongest. What I am though is the meanest, I am the baddest and the most gifted athlete this company has seen in quite some time. I am the harbinger of chaos. That's not just a moniker either.

I create havoc no matter where I go because of my attitude. I'm not afraid of digging to the lowest levels just to get what I want. I am a Holt which means I don't play by your rules. Team Eggplant has held this division hostage long enough. It's time for a change and I promise you. We will be that change. If you two want violence then you found the right girl. Because the Princess of Violence will accommodate you both but you won't like the outcome.

I can guarantee you won't like what I do to you. Team Eggplant, your days has champion are numbered. Consider this your only tornado warning."

 

<p align=right>Off Camera

The sun was peaking through the clouds as Jimmy is standing out front of the Gamer Inc office. He has been feeling a little depressed after the last few outings. He had been trying to figure out what to do next. While he was thinking, he could feel the cool breeze brush across his skin.

Jimmy: This weather sure is lovely.

Jimmy comments as he is sits on a low wall made out of brick. He was watching some squirrels chase each other when a hand lightly touches his shoulder. Jimmy looks up to see his father Mason Andrews standing next to him.

Mason: What are you thinking about son?

Mason Andrews, the twin brother of Travis Nathaniel Andrews, is a former wrestler in his own right. He has sense become a prominent legal lawyer.

Jimmy: I'm thinking about whether this Gamer Inc was a good idea. I swear it would make people respect us more.

Mason: Is that really what you are worried about Jimmy? You worried about getting respect. You have been hanging around your uncle for too long.

Jimmy looks at his father with a look of confusion on his face.

Jimmy: I don't think it would be so hard to finally gain some respect for once. My friends and I have worked so hard to finally be considered a potential threat.

Mason takes a seat next to his son while looking out onto the horizon.

Mason: Respect isn't something you can just pick off a tree. It's earned through hardwork. That is something you and your friends have been doing since you first signed. I'm sure your cousin could use this advice.

Jimmy scrunches up his lips as Jack steps out onto the ledge. He is carrying a plate full of Buffalo Wings.

Stewart: Anybody up for some wings?

Jimmy smiles while taking a few pieces. Mason waves him off as Jack takes a few himself.

Jimmy: What are you doing here Jack?

Jack takes a bite out of his wing and looks at Jimmy. He mumbles with meat in his mouth. Jimmy shakes his head while laughing. As tears slowly form in his eyes, Beverly and Char join the two men and Jimmy's father.

Char: Are you two going share?

She teases while snatching some wings off the tray. Beverly is quietly picking Mason's brain as Char is arm wrestling Jack.

Jimmy: Where did you two come from?

Jimmy is trying to figure out how both of them showed up without even calling.

Milsap: We were just upstairs when we smelt wings.

Beverly tosses back a few wings herself as Jimmy shakes his head. Jack was grinning as both Beverly and Jimmy took a minute to glance at each other. Char notices the two of them as a light bulb goes off over her head.

Char: Have you guys thought about filming a promo together for Sin City Wrestling?

Beverly shrugs as Jimmy rubs his chin. Char looks at both of them while holding up her cell phone. Jimmy and Beverly look at each other as Char presses the record button.
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Climax Control in San Jose, California will be one of historic proportions. Team Eggplant has been impressive as a mixed tag team since they arrived. They have beaten everyone put before them. However, they have not faced a team quite like Gamer Inc. I know the drill. You think because we have lost more than we have won that we don't deserve this opportunity. Sierra thinks we don't think about our losses. That's just not true. We acknowledge our shortcomings so we know where we need to improve for the next time out. Since she brought it up, Jack and I nearly beat Alex and Austin. They had no real answer for us. Amy Santino got a lucky break against Char.

Respect! That is the keyword in this contest. It's not just about the championships. Jimmy and I are going to compete for the first time. Which means, you will have no idea what we can bring to the table. Jimmy is a technically gifted athlete while I love to fly around like a reckless bird. We complement each other very well. We share a common bond that we are tired of getting overlooked because of what we love to do outside of wrestling. What we do is really no business of yours. It's our lives and we will live it how we see fit. Now when it comes to our in ring work. No one can question our work ethic. We arrive early and leave late. When was the last time either of you did that. When was the last time you actually gave your opponent the benefit of a doubt.

Don't waste your breath Bev. You know damn well Lachlan Kane and Sierra are looking down at us. They don't believe we have the skills to embarrass them. They think we are an easy victory just like everyone else has said about us. I guess they forgot about what happens when you underestimate us. The Metal Maniacs did that in our debut match and what happened. They got a broken console for their efforts. I have full confidence that we can take those belts off them. It's obvious that Sierra wants to be on her own. Not to mention Lachlan has been a bust after his previous bouts. Both individuals will find out that we aren't playing games this Sunday.

If they don't understand that then maybe we will have to make it very clear for them. Do we need to write it out for them? Do we need to send it into all news stations? Team Eggplant was a hot ticket item when they first arrived but now they are old news. They no longer fit the mold. Jimmy and I will send them packing. We aren't afraid to go toe to toe with the very best. Win, lose or draw we always bring out very best.

Losing isn't an option this time around. I don't care if I need to tap into my own family's bag of tricks. I will do whatever it takes to help bring gold into the Gamer Inc camp. Team Eggplant had a great run. However their run has come to an end. Sierra and Lachlan, we have a broken console with your name on it. Consider this your only warning because NO GAMES will played.

 


Traffic was really backed up as Char Kwan is sitting in the passenger seat of Beverly Milsap's 2016 Toyota Corolla. The radio is playing a random song as the two ladies are mulling over what kind of graphics the new SCW Video Game would have and the kind of controlling system will be installed. Gamer Inc has seen a lot of action as of late and that could mean they were heading into the right direction.

"Are you nervous?" asks Beverly as they wait for the traffic to move.

"Am I nervous about what Bev?" counters Char.

"You know," she replies softly as Char leans her head back against the seat.

"Oh, you are talking about my first singles outing since coming to Sin City Wrestling," comments Char as Beverly nods her head.

Char thinks for a minute as Beverly lightly presses down on the gas. "This is a big step Char. Could this mean the end for Gamer Inc?" Beverly questions as Char shakes her head.

Before she could answer, her phone blows up with text messages from Jack and Jimmy. She smiles while looking over at Beverly.

"The guys are having so much fun with the game makers. Jack just texted saying he and Jimmy just finished their motion captures and are now playing a few of them in a game of Superfight," says Char as Beverly chuckles.

"I love that game. We should try and get a few of our coworkers to play the next time we are in the office. That would be a perfect live stream game," replies Beverly.

The traffic starts to move more as the girls pick up some speed. Char is scrolling through her social media while realizing nothing uplifting is being said. She then turns her head towards Beverly. "How's the boyfriend?" she asks as Beverly nearly chokes on her own spit.

"Um, he's great. He had to work this weekend otherwise I wouldn't be driving your ass to Las Vegas," jokes Beverly as Char laughs. "You know I didn't really need you to drive me. I do have my driver's license. I just only have one car and Hoyt is currently using it," replies Char.

Hoyt Buchanan is Char's boyfriend of three months. They met while Char was doing some grocery shopping. Char still doesn't quite know how she feels about him but knows he is a keeper. Beverly turns the radio to a KPop station as she looks back over at Char.

"Char, how are you going to fair against a hall of famer in Amy Marshall?" asks Beverly as Char takes a deep breath.

"I believe I have the same chance as everyone else. Amy Marshall is a solid talent who has done everything in this company. She is a hall of famer. She is a former champion. However, she tends to get very side tracked. Like recently, she has been in a very brutal war with that munchkin Apple Coren. I don't know what her deal is but I do know Amy will be slightly distracted when she faces me.

Before you ask, no I am not taking her lightly. I have seen what she can do in the ring and it is plum scary. She knows how to get the job done. Unfortunately, she has yet to face someone like me. Some might call me a hybrid since I am proficient in strikes, I am excellent in the grappling game and I can fly with the best of them. So to answer your question, I believe I will fair very well against Amy. Not because of her accolades but because I am quite certain I can take advantage of her self destruction," Char answers as Beverly safely changes lanes.

"Do you think she will say something about your hobby?" questions Beverly.

Char chuckles. "You mean play the same card as everyone else. I play video games. I make videos. I do all those things but my first priority will always be on professional wrestling. I have been competing since I was eighteen years old. I started on the small independent circuit before branching out. I am always looking to improve my abilities through different bouts and opponents. Alex Jones and Austin Mercer both think we don't belong here. I think Jack and Jimmy proved that we do. Amy Marshall will find out first hand that I am a third degree black belt in Taekwando. I am also efficient in Judo, Krav Maga, Muay Thai and BJJ. I'm lethal with me feet as well as the rest of my body. Amy has no real clue what is coming towards her. I'm battling to prove that Gamers can kick ass.

I am also here representing the Asian community because most Asians think they are better when they are not. This is my time to shine. Amy Marshall can say whatever she wants. She can call me whatever she likes. That won't change the facts. The Korean Flag will wave as tiny little trumpets play Amy a very sad lullaby. This Asian wants to play and I will come out on top. Sunday night is my night. No one will take it from me. I will leave Climax Control with a piece of Amy's Hyde. Amy you better not overlook me or you'll be screaming at the top of your lungs. I WANT A RESET. Until then, I will see you on Sunday. A Hall of Famer will get sliced by an Asian. Remember, MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.