Since Into The Void, the team known as Justice League has been busy trying etch their names into the history books of Sin City Wrestling. Zuri Chastain, the Masked Vigilante, has done everything within her power before this moment in time to achieve individual success but it wasn't meant to be. Every time she tried, she couldn't pull the trigger. Now she stands side by side to a woman who gives any opponent a headache. She isn't flashy like most female competitors. She doesn't rely on outside interference in order to secure victories. Belinda Warwick is SCW's version of The Beast Incarnate. Only a one woman has managed to lift her but that same woman suffered for it later.

Climax Control episode 166 saw Belinda Warwick send a clear cut message to The Female Elders that next year, Justice League will be wearing gold in 2017. Before we can get to that point in the near future, Justice League must face the Angel Clan on the final Climax Control of 2016. This challenge will not be an easy feat as Uri and Lucy have amazing team chemistry and a bond that seemingly looks to be unbreakable. In order for Justice League to stand a fighting chance against one of the premier tag teams in the bombshell tag team division, they must find away to gel like a unit.

With the holidays creeping up on the two ladies, gelling like a unit doesn't seem to be on the priority list. Belinda has been home in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada spending sometime with her sisters as the first snow of the season begins to fall. Belinda is standing in front of her living room window looking out at the white blanket covering the ground with a cup of hot cocoa in her hand. Her curly light brown hair is flowing in the soft breeze moving through the house as her younger sister Selina walks into the room still in her pajamas. "Are you just now getting up child?" asks Belinda as she uses the corner of her eye to look at Selina. Selina looks at Belinda, "Why would it matter? You ain't my momma," she answers. Belinda quietly sipped on her cup while turning around slowly.

Meanwhile Zuri is crouching on a rooftop in downtown Las Vegas. She had just gotten home after dealing with some very personal business in London and Japan. Zuri did manage to catch a few airings of Climax Control and she couldn't believe her eyes. The last thing Zuri wanted to have happen had happened. Blanca slowly crosses the rooftop as her movements are quiet enough that no one heard her. "What are you doing up here Zuri?" she asks bluntly while trying to figure out her sister's motives for allowing Belinda to return home instead of training for their upcoming match. "I'm scouting Las Vegas for potential holiday crashers," answers Zuri. The answer was extremely vague as Blanca moved closer and crouches down beside her twin sister.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with what happened in Japan or that our worst nightmare has risen from the eternal depths of hell," remarks Blanca as Zuri snaps her head around to look directly into her sister's eyes. "I will not discuss what happened in Japan. As for the other thing," Zuri says sharply before turning back towards the skyline. Blanca knew with The Mean Girls back that Justice League will be working over time to help maintain honor and integrity within the bombshell division. Zuri was disgusted that Delia would turn her back on Celeste like that and for Holly Wood still having the power as an official was another painful reminder that The Mean Girls will always be girls.

Back in Vancouver, Belinda is still standing in front of the window but is facing her baby sister Wyonna who just came home from school. This holiday season was going to be difficult one with the three sisters and two brothers having to depend on each other this time. Their mother died from breast cancer three months ago while their father was brutally murdered by his business partner. Belinda has always been the sole provider for her family ever since her deadbeat older brother had gotten himself incarcerated for aggravated assault on his ex-girlfriend. "Belly, what's it like competing in the ring?" asks Scottie as Belinda glares at him. She never liked the nickname Belly but that's what her siblings has called her most of her life.

"It's a live action workout session. Whenever I step between those ropes, whatever is on my mind before the match begins disappears and I zero on the task at hand. It's totally different than playing a video game. There is no rage quitting when a match doesn't go your way. You can't just throw down a controller because you didn't come out victorious. When you are inside the ring, you enter survival mode and the main thing you want to do is survive," answers Belinda as her siblings are listening to her speak about her excitement for wrestling. Her siblings know the seven year struggle Belinda has endured over the years. Competing in small promotions throughout the British Columbia province and even over in Europe. Belinda has done well but has yet to hold any major championships.

As Belinda continues to sip on her hot chocolate, Zuri is scaling down a building in Las Vegas as she looks to be in pursuit of a purse snatcher. Blanca is right on her heels as the two finally land on the ground. Zuri looks one way than the other while Blanca places a hand on Zuri's shoulder. "Zuri, this is ridiculous. What the hell happened in Japan that has you so fucking paranoid? You and Belinda need to be on the same page if you are going to beat The Angel Clan. Lucy and Uri are not going to be as easy to defeat like Azz n Class was which happens to be the only victory you guys have," Blanca is trying to talk some sense into her twin until she is slammed up against the solid brick wall. Zuri is seething while glaring at her twin sister.

"I told you not to ask me about Japan. As far as Belina and I being on the same page, we are on the same page. We don't have to be shoulder to shoulder every time we are slated to compete. She does have a family to provide for and I respect her for it. She knows that when its time for work and time for relaxing. I know we only have one victory to our credit but dammit we have fought extremely hard in our losses. Why should we let others get chances when we don't get any huh? Team technicolor got a title shot and they hardly work here. The Angel Clan are tough but we are tougher. I'm not going to let their success scare me off. I have been here for three years and not once have I been selected as a top female competitor. Lucy and Uri are the team to beat so Belinda and myself will have to dig down deep to pull out a miracle," says Zuri as she removes her hand from around her twin's neck. Blanca is grabbing at her throat as Zuri is walking off toward the left. Blanca stands there for three seconds before joining her sister.

Back in Vancouver, Belinda has finally taken seat on a leather footstool in front of the fireplace. A fire was just beginning to form as the room was starting to get a little warmer. "When are we getting our Christmas Tree?" asks Selina as she looks at Belinda. "I don't know Selina. Maybe this weekend after I do a few promotional events with Sin City Wrestling," answers Belinda as a look of disappointment lines Selina's face. "I wish mom was here. She would have homemade eggnog ready for us while Stevie gathered the firewood," adds Wyonna as Belinda nods her head. "I miss her too. At night, I can almost hear her tell me to keep my head up. She always told me to believe in myself and things will fall into place. She knew how to motivate someone even when she was feeling poorly. Mom would make sure we were fed, clothed and kept safe from the cold. I just hope her words of wisdom can help push Zuri and I towards the tag team belts. Zuri has worked so hard to gain some kind of footing in the company but I have made quite the impact myself. I am looking forward to facing off against The Angel Clan," says Belinda as Selina sits up from her position on the couch.

"Do you think you guys can pull off the upset victory over The Angel Clan?" questions Selina as Belinda just smiles. "I have all the confidence in the world that Zuri and I can pull off a miracle on 34th street size victory. It's going to take a lot more effort than we gave against Azz n Class. The Angel Clan are top level competitors and we must push ourselves in order to reign supreme. We are almost evenly match. Uri and I are the tallest females on the roster. Lucy and I are probably equal in the strength department but we are hungrier than they are for this opportunity. The Female Elders called us out and we won't back down from a fight. I respect The Angel Clan but this Sunday it's going to be strictly professional and all business. Lucy may be powerful but I am still stronger than her. I am the immovable object and they will get dropped hard," answers Belinda as her siblings are smiling.

"Christmastime is here and thus is the season of giving. This year, I plan on handing out beatings that rival the beatings I gave to Mercedes Vargas. The Angel Clan will have to contend with the X factor in this match. Both ladies are extremely powerful but they are both slow. I doubt they can keep with me but it will be a fun time in Las Vegas. The Gold Casino is going to be decked out for the holidays while the crowd watches Justice League ground and pound on the Angel Clan. Tis the season for beatings. Remember ladies, no one is immune for the Justice League. Crime happens on any level but know this Sunday. No one crosses Lady Justice," adds Zuri as she and Blanca are just a few blocks away from the Gold Casino.  

 II The sun was just about to set in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada as Lady Marsden was patrolling the grounds looking for possible intruders. Blanca was stationed on a water tower just outside of the city as she was lying on her stomach with her cheek rested against the stock of her sniper rifle. Zuri and Belinda were inside the Ackers facility as they were looking for information on the Valhalla Crime Family. Belinda was standing behind a wall as Zuri was crouched down with one hand on the floor.

"Do you see anything?" asks Belinda as she tries to make herself invisible. The task wasn't easy as she was trying to hide her large frame. Zuri doesn't respond with words but she does respond with a sharp nod of her head.

The facility felt empty by the coolness of the tile floor. Zuri stood back up to a vertical base as Belinda stays in her covered hiding place. "I felt distant footsteps," says Zuri as she slowly makes a move down the hallway. She slowly places one foot in front of the other while keeping her eyes peeled on her own surroundings. The facility was supposed to be well guarded but the four ladies took care of that. All of the guards were out due to a ginomorous amount of sleeping gas.

Loud snores echo through the facility as Zuri pauses to pull out her handheld communicator. It was in the shape of a cell phone so it was easier to transport. "Rory," she calls out first as Belinda slowly makes her way to Zuri's side. Rory doesnt respond right away as Zuri turns her head slightly to see Belinda stepping up. "Rory," she calls out again while beginning to feel a little flustered.

"What do you think could be taking so long?" asks Belinda as she leans against the brick wall. Zuri shrugs her shoulders while feeling her eyes beginning to show a tint of red through the screen. "Rory Justice, you better answer this so help me......," she starts to yell before getting cut off by her baby brother Rory.

"What took to you so damn long to answer the phone?" asks Zuri with anger heavily hinted in her voice. "I'm sorry. I was watching the promo Roxi and Keira sent for your match," he answers while beginning to fiddle with his headphones.

"What did they say?" asks Belinda while peeking over Zuri's shoulder.

"That you guys are cheap knock off of them and called you Team Zero," he answers while beginning to type on his keyboard while staring at his computer screen.

"Typical," says Zuri not sound real pleased with the total lack of respect shown by two people she considered to be friends. Zuri had hoped people would stop calling her a damn hero because that's not who she was but that's what they assume she is.

"Are you guys even close to the computer logs?" He asks trying to distract them from the possible bashing of Team Hero.

"I don't know. This corridor is all white and doesn't have very many doors," answers Belinda as she keeps her eyes swirling around the room.

"What more did Roxi say about the two of us?" asks Zuri clearly upset by the way Team Hero is viewing in this contest. It was said that Zuri and Belidna would be facing Team Hero in the first ever meeting between Roxi Johnson and Zuri Chastain.

"She talked about how you are a disappointment Zuri and that you haven't done anything to be remembered," says Rory as he works his magic with the security camera feeds. He hacks his way into the mainframe and spots where they are standing. "Just so you know, there are two doors further down the corridor. I do believe the door on the right is the hand side," instructs Rory as Zuri hands over the communicator towards Belinda.

"Thanks Rory. Just out of curiousity, did they talk about me at all?" asks a curious Belinda while watching her tag team partner feel her way through the corridor.

"They didn't say much. Roxi thinks you'll just be like Zuri a forgotten name in the history books," answers Rory as a loud scoff exhumes from Belinda. "Now that's just uncalled for," she grunts as Rory just shrugs his shoulders. "In my honest opinion, I don't think they are taking this match seriously. All they could talk about was Keira's title match with Crystal Millar and Roxi's chance against Veronica," responds Rory as Belinda scoffs again.

Zuri had stopped listening to her brother give a play by play recap of Team Hero's disrespectful treatment of the Justice League. She had stopped moving in the process and crouched down in the middle of the corridor. Her hands were softly pressed against the floor as her head was tilted downward.

For centuries, evil has plagued this world with such tenacity that we fail to realize just how incredibly exhausting the war had become. For decades authors of fiction have spun the tail that good always triumphed over evil. The bad people were sent to the fiery depths of hell never to return. Then decades following these wars, more and more individuals were falling into the trap that good always needed heroes to provide humans the ability to believe in something. Everyone believes that heroes can only come in one shape and size.

I guess that's what Team Hero believes huh. Roxi is so convinced that I'm just a knock off of her but how can that be exactly. I never once claimed to be a hero. That is a term coined on me by the fans and those who preview each contest I appear in. I never once called myself a hero because that would mean that I'm superior to all and that is simply not the case. I am not superior to all but I am superior to Team Hero. How many chances have the two of you had at singles gold? Probably the same amount chances as me and what happened. You blew them. Now you two are sitting up on your over inflated thrones looking down at Belinda and myself. Do you offer words of respect towards us? Do you show gratitude for me saving your ass from the lunatic Twisted Sister? No, you view us as a cheap dime store knock off.

You called us Team Zero. Here I was hoping we would have a friendly competition and prove to the entire world that we are the best this division has to offer but sadly you girls had to go show us disrespect. Do you remember what happened to the last person who should us disrespect Roxi? She hasn't been seen again. Do you want that to be your future Roxi? Do you want me to ruin your chances at obtaining the one title that has eluded you? Are you even taking this match seriously? Are you even taking us seriously?

Our first match may not have gone as planned but we are more than willing to go the distance against you two bird brains. Let's take Keira for example, it's clear her head is not on this match. Her focus is so depleted that I'm amazed she will be able to find herself before the match begins. Her obsession if becoming the world champion of the bombshell division is so deluded she isn't thinking straight. Keira hasn't done nearly enough to garner herself as championship material. Yes, she is married to Roxi Johnson but that doesn't help her win the big ones.

Zuri takes a minute to pause while feeling heavy foot traffic coming their way. "Get out of there," screams Rory as both Zuri and Belinda duck inside one of the rooms. The overhead lights come on as several rows of computers come into view. "Yes, that's it," shouts Rory as Belinda passes the communcator over towards Zuri.

Zuri walks down one of the aisles as Rory is giving her instructions. Belinda is still leaning against the door as her head tilts back. Her curly brown hair flutters in the soft breeze as she lets out a sigh.

This is very embarrassing. This is very embarrassing for Roxi Johnson and Keira Johnson as both ladies are walking into a match showing their arrogance. For once in their disappointing lives there is another team who can give them a run for their money. Team Hero may be the originals but we all know nothing is truly original. I mean go back and look at the history of this company. Roxi was in a superhero team with Electric Styles that didn't quite pan out. She has teamed with others in superhero style tag teams. So tell me Roxi, how original do you truly get?

When Rory said you two barely said one word about me, that was insulting. How dare you think I'm not a threat. Yes, you two was the best tag team but that was so last year. You two don't even belong in this match since your more worried about your matches at a violent Conduct. I find that highly disrespectful. This coming from two so called superheroes. You preach about dignity, honor and respect but you show none of those three traits.

All you shown to us are arrogance, pride and self-centered thinking. Do you think we weren't prepared for the thorns you were going to chunk? Have you realized that we aren't two five year olds crying wolf? We are two adults who are coming together to bolster a division that quite frankly needs new life. Team Hero, you can spew your viles of venom at us but it won't stop the onslaught. We are coming to set the tone for both the match and the show. The Justice League isn't a team you should sleep on ladies.

We are coming for a fight and we will teach you respect. Even if it means ruining your perfect world. Perfection is your drug and we aim to pump it out of you. We may be cheap imitations to you but come Sunday we will prove that we aren't the same as you. We don't overlook anyone. We did that to the female elders and paid for it. This time around you broads are going to learn first hand what happens when we are pissed off.

Zuri steps away from the main computer as Belinda gives her a slight nod of her head.

Roxi, you asked if I have done something to be remembered. Did you forget about the war Mercedes Vargas and I went through for an entire year? Did you forget about the Prison Chamber match earlier this year? Did you forget my first night I walked away with a win? Clearly, your ignorance can't be that overwhelming. I know you are fairly arrogant about how you and Keira are the best team in the land. We can't deny those facts but is that all you will do.

Are you just going to sit there and say we don't stand a chance against you? You question why I turned to a tag partner. Did it ever occur to you that whatever I do wasn't meant for your understanding? The Daughters of Darkness was a failed attempt at me trusting others. Others who didnt have the same view as me. We only came together because of the Mean girls but I knew my place was on my own.

You can read whatever you want into this partnership Roxi but if you think for one second we are equals. Then you are more arrogant than I thought. Not once have I claimed to be your equal Roxi. Because if I were you equal then I would have feared Twisted Sister but alas I am not your equal. You see I was the one who stopped that drill from going into your skull. Keira wasn't around. You say she would have been there but I doubty it.

Keira is more focused on being a singles champion that she is willing to throw away your partnership to feed her ego. Apparently, you are doing the same. Are you two clearly focusing on others than us? Because if you two aren't taking us seriously then we will embarrass you. The brass thinks it will be an upset victory but in our minds it will be just another day at the office.

We don't need to be anything but ourselves. We aren't heroes nor are we villains. We are the bringers of Justice and come Climax Control. Justice shall prevail. You two must contend with the combination of speed and strength. Can you handle it? Can you? I doubt it but then again we shall see.

Zuri grabs her communicator as Rory was able to finish with his hack. She heads for the door as Belinda is already standing there with her hand on the door knob.

Climax Control will be the night Team Hero won't forget as we send them packing. The Justice League is here and we will take no prisoners. Remember, Justice comes a knocking.

The door squeaks open as they step out into the hallway. The scene slowly fades as they disappear around a corner.  

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The city has been extremely quiet for the past four nights as Zuri is perched on top of the Norwich building in midtown Webster. The night air was cool as her blonde hair softly flows in the breeze. Her eyes are keeping a keen look out for anything specious. She was hoping for this night to remain quiet until the sound of feedback from her ear piece squeals inside her ear drum.

"What in the hell Rory?" she asks while pressing her index finger firmly against her temple. As she is squirming around on top of the building, her brother is sitting inside an unmarked van in the alley way. He was checking the police scanners and other frequencies when the call came over the airwaves.

"Sorry Zuri, I kind of forgot about your ear piece," he says with a hint of guilt in his voice. Zuri's twin sister was sitting in the driver's seat trying very hard not to laugh. Zuri chuckles under her breath while shaking her head.

"It's okay Rory, now what was so urgent that you tried to damage my hearing," she replies while keeping her finger against her ear piece.

"There is a 211 in progress at the corner of Lix and 8th," relays Rory as Zuri stands up while making her way across the roof.

"Any hostages?" asks Zuri as she starts to pick up speed.

"Not that I know of but then again the call just came over the radio. The alarm was silently triggered and the police are just making their way to the scene," answers Rory as he punches a few keys on the computer keyboard.

"So much for my quiet night," she bellows while running towards the edge, leaping off and shooting a grappling hook across the way. It latches onto a light pole as she swings from the top to the ground. She sprints toward the area in question as her mind is running in another direction.

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When I first challenged Twisted Sister back at Twisted Sister, everyone questioned whether or not I knew what I was doing. Every week, I heard the doubt sweep over the entire bombshell locker room. They all figured I would become yet another victim to Twisted Sister's evil plot. My how the world changed their tune after I came out with both guns blazing. I didn't back down and I showed no fear.

The Mass Media Mafia have called themselves weapons of mass destruction. Unless that is what they think up in their heads. Don't get me wrong, Kate Steele and Crystal Millar do pose a threat for the bombshell division. After all the mind is the most dangerous weapon the human body possesses. The moment you start thinking about calling yourself a human weapon then it can lead to many different possibilities. Take last week, Kate Steele had the nerve to attack her sister n law for no apparent reason. Is that the kind of Bombshell Roulette Champion this company needs representing them?

Now I could waste the time and energy on verbally ripping Kate Steele apart but where is the fun in that. I will wait till Kate Steele answers my challenge. I will wait till Kate Steele notices that not every bombshell is going run and hide. Well, I guess one bombshell will run and hide. My opponent this week will be Jenny Tuck. A woman who came into this company like a fireball. She was hitting on all cylinders until her recent loss. That is when her career took a downward spiral. There is nothing wrong with that as I can attest to having a downward spiral.

I have nothing against you Jenny Tuck. You and I have no problems as I'm aware of and I like to keep it that way. Because as Mercedes Vargas can tell you, I am the last person you want to have as an enemy. Since you stated that this is going to be your final match then I will not hold anything back. You should learn to fight through pain. Then again a woman of your stature probably would complain about a hang nail or someone breaking your nail.

I will consider this my audition tape for one Kate Steele and afterwards I will teach everyone what happens when you cross me. Unfortunately for you Jenny, you have to be the sacrificial lamb. Please consider this a business transaction and nothing more. As for you Kate, this a pure warning and trust me you will receive more until you agree to face me.

For NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.

 

What in the world do you know about respect? It's obvious you want to desperately get your jollies from watching Kate try to beat me again. I must commend her on doing the one thing her pathetic sister in law couldn't do. I mean how many tries did it take Cindy to become a champion. I would have to say a lot and she squandered them all. She could have been a Bombshell tag team champion with me but she couldn't even get the job done. Now tell me Kate, are you going to remain a champion before it's all said and done. Yes, you left My Bloody Valentine the new Bombshell roulette champion but that was the easy part. It's like they say, winning a championship is the easy part. It's trying to retain said championship will be the challenge. Are you up for that challenge?

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It has been a rough week for one Candy Overton after trying to swallow her pride and accept defeat at My Bloody Valentine. Instead of going straight home, she decided to take a drive out to the Hollywood sign. The sign was a national landmark which attracted attention from everyone in the world. This sign was also good place to do some serious soul searching and heavy thinking. Joining her on this journey of self discovery is her little sister Hazel Overton.

"I am sorry," Candy says while driving towards the Hollywood sign.

Hazel knew her sister better than anyone. Candy rarely apologized for anything ever since that night in Paris. It wasn't the place for Hazel to accept those frail words knowing it wasn't Candy.

"What are you saying sorry for?" asks Hazel while looking over at Candy.

Candy lets out a sigh while looking out the window while stopping behind a car. "I let you down. I couldn't come through in the clutch," she says while draping one arm over the steering wheel.

Hazel seems confused by what Candy is trying to say as she reaches her hand out towards her. "What are you talking about Candy?" she asks again with concern written across her face.

Candy glances over at Hazel while shaking her head. "Were you not paying attention to My Bloody Valentine? I fucking failed yet again and it proved everybody right," she answers while slamming an open palm onto the steering wheel.

"You didn't fail Candy. Those kind of matches are always hard to judge. It doesn't help that you were up against some talented females," replies Hazel as Candy glares at her.

"What in the hell are you saying Hazel? Are you saying that I don't have what it takes anymore?" asks a seemingly pissed off Candy.

Hazel shakes her head but before she can respond. Candy stares off into the distance while letting her mind wander.

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What kind of game is my sister playing these days? I have grown tired of so many assholes running their mouths claiming that I can't get shit done. It's almost like no matter what I fucking do it has haters attached to it. I can already hear them spewing shit from their shit eating mouths. They don't think I'll be able to move into the second round of the Blast From The Past tournament.

Yes, we have reached that part of the year where people from SCW's past is placed on some pedestal for people to worship. People like Misty, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall are just a few that pop into my head. Yes, they have done amazing things for this division but where are they now. Amy is busy enjoying her life for once and Misty is busy with her baby. Tell me why do you people worship them. What have they done recently? They appear and it's instantly their show. What about those who are pressing forward?

That is why I started my checklist. Everyone thought it was lame. They thought it was overdone but it did what I wanted it to. It got people talking about me. It got people finally thinking about Candy Overton. When I was a good girl, I was treated like a joke. Well I'm telling you all that I'm not that good girl anymore. How am I not a good girl? For starters, I have attacked those you people worship who are continuing to fight. Melanie Gabrielle, Mercedes Vargas, Samantha Marlowe and precious Melody Grace have all fallen victim to a little Candy raid. Trust me, that is only the first act.

I have heard the rumors that Melody could be searching for revenge but that will have to wait. Melody isn't even my problem at this point in time. No, my problem is dealing with a little pissant in the name of Kate Steele and her annoying succubus for a tag partner CJ Sharpe.

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"Did you hear me?" asks Hazel as she is repeatedly tapping onto the shoulder of Candy.

Candy shakes her head while gazing down at her sister. "No, I didn't hear you. What were you saying?" asks Candy.

Hazel rolls her eyes before letting out a sigh. "Typical," is all she says while looking back out the window.

"What?" asks Candy as she finally pulls into the parking lot which leads to the Hollywood sign.

"Why is it when I start talking you look out into space?" asks Hazel while looking at her sister.

Candy lets out another sigh before turning the engine off. She sits there in silence for a few minutes before glancing back at Hazel.

"I don't mean to drown you out Hazel. I just have a lot on my mind these days," answers Candy as she opens her door. Hazel follows as both girls are standing outside of the car. Hazel leans over the top while looking at her sister.

"Are you thinking about Smith?" asks Hazel knowing how much he means to Candy. Candy rolls her own eyes before scoffing and walking towards the sign.

Hazel lets out a giggle while trying to catch up to her big sister.

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As I mentioned before, the blast from the past tournament is upon us and I am kind of excited. My partner seems to be a little out there but he should make quick work of that annoying cumduster CJ Sharpe. Tell me CJ, what do you know about respect? What have you done to even deserve any kind of respect? Ever since you came into this company, you have been everyone's punching bag. From the giant dumbass in Casey Williams to having your tag team partner leaving you after a few matches. I mean it's got to suck being you. I can't even imagine what Kate is going through right now.

Then again Kate probably will be just like her sister in law. I mean come on Kate why do you need to steal everyone's shit. Let's think about it for a second, Jessie Salco is our resident metal chick. So you have to be a "siren." Sirens are supposed to be these beautiful women who can seduce any man with just their voice. I don't know who lied to you Kate because you are anything but a beautiful woman. Plus your voice is like nails scraping a chalk board. I really was hoping Jessie would have injured your larynx but I guess that is something I should to protect our ears.

I heard what you said that I will get punished for talking shit about your sister in law. Cindy Warren doesn't belong to be in the same ring as me. I stuck my neck out for her and tried to let her ride my fucking coattails. She couldn't even do that right. It makes sense why she left. She was a joke and everyone knew it. The Sweet Nurses was the biggest mistake of my career thus far in SCW.

It amazes me how she needs you to fight her battles Kate. Just know that if I pin you tonight, then I just might place myself right back into the title picture. It's like that old saying, just when you think I'm out, they drag me back in. That is what's going to happen coming Climax Control. I meant what I said that me playing nice is a thing of the past. From the moment forward, I will do whatever it takes to ensure victory if it means sacrificing my dignity. I should send a message to all the haters out there. Kiss my ass because your words mean shit to me. You can attack me. Call me a joke all you damn want but once I am crowned champion. I will be the one laughing. I will be the one looking at all of you with a bright smile on my face.

You all think I can't do it well keep watching because it will happen. Whether you like it or not. Kate Steele, CJ Sharpe your asses have drawn the short straw and that doesn't bode well for you. There will be a lethal dose of tooth decay for both of you. Come Sunday, you both are MARKED for DEATH.

See you assholes then.  

 

A camera gets turned on as Candy Overton is standing inside a room while holding her clipboard. She has a devilish grin on her face while looking down.

Well, isn't this something. Out of all the time I have been spending on trying to get a title match. I just had to wait for Despy to make a match where any bombshell can enter a battle royal. Now I know Natalie and Jessie have entered. Those two don't deserve to be in this type of match. Why? Because they are worthless. They've had chances and squandered all of them.

She looks up from the clipboard while keeping that grin on her face.

On this clipboard are names of bombshells who needs to step to the side. Mikah is at the very top of the list. Now, I know this is going to be a tough pill to swallow for some of you. However, I really don't care. I am done trying to be nice. Melanie Gabrielle and Mercedes Vargas are going to have their day but right now. I am not going to pass up this opportunity to get myself noticed. Celeste North is just like Alexis. They both think nobodies are somebodies. Then again she believes I am a joke. Everyone thinks that but who will be the one laughing when I'm the one holding the Bombshell Championship. Who will be the joke then huh? I have the talent to carry this division on my back. I have the ability to bring the division back to the true meaning of being a champion.

She places the clipboard down while staring a hole into the camera.

Ladies, it's about that time we show the entire world just why we rule this place. Unfortunately, the only person walking out of Climax Control with a win under her belt will be me. I'm done scraping by and getting no fucking respect. The Christmas special was the beginning when I nearly drowned Traci and her sister in Eggnog. This time, I plan on breaking a whole lot more. You all better have a dentist on hand because I'm doubling the dose of TOOTH DECAY. See you bitches in the ring.

 You want to talk about being a fucking joke. Just look at my opponent this week,

A voice says in the distance as the cameraman works hard to gain his focus on the woman wearing a red flannel shirt over a dark brown tank top. The woman just happened to be Candy Overton as she is standing just outside of a Christmas Tree farm.

I almost should be given a fucking medal for facing all of these sorry pieces of trailer park trash. I mean just who in the hell does Traci Patterson think she is anyway. Is she a walking tree with rustic boobs? Is she a treasure chest with nothing but fool's gold? You see Traci, this match isn't going to be a match at all. It's going to be a motherfucking massacre with you being the lonely victim of it all. I should be facing Melanie Gabrielle but I get the hippo's ass instead,

Candy is pacing back and forth in front of this farm while her hair blows in the breeze.

Traci, I don't care if you wanted to go home for the fucking holidays. You should know that life as a wrestler is one tough act. Not just anyone can do what we do on a daily basis. Now as for our upcoming encounter, you are just coming off an embarrassing night whereas I am fresh like a daisy. Where you might have the edge in the strength department? I have the edge in the experience department. Tell me Traci, how does it feel to be always swimming at the bottom of the lake when everyone around is already floating at the top? Maybe that's why you are just a tag team specialist. You do well in tag teams but on your own you are a walking disaster waiting to happen.

Now you did make a valid point, Candy is bad for you but unfortunately the only one who will be experiencing any kind of tooth canal disruption it is going to be you sweet cheeks. I am done playing second fiddle to everyone from now on I am going to whatever it takes to win. Even if it means I break a few necks along the way. This holiday season Traci, you will be eating shit through a straw because honey, I'm going to crack you jaw. See you soon and may Santa run your ass over.

 

<p align=right>Vlog Entry #1
Location: Asunción, Paraguay
Date: September 29, 2015

I am sorry for my no show last night on Climax Control. As we were driven over the terrain, our jeep got a flat tire. When you have three females in one vehicle, things tend to get a little messy. It wasn't pretty. I tried to change the tire but I kept cutting my hands all up. We finally made to Paraguay right as the show was underway. Instead of making a complete of myself, I decided to head to my hotel and check in for the night.

That move was the best thing for me as I needed to relax my overworked muscles. The moment I walked into the room, I kicked my shoes off and laid right down on the bed. I made a call for room service to order something to eat while picking up the television remote and flipping on the television set. The television was rather nice. It was 62" Panasonic plasma television with both HD and Digital picture. The sound came through the bose speaker system. The sound and picture were high quality as I flipped through the channels. The shows were mainly speaking in Spanish but they were very entertaining. While I was watching these television shows, I couldn't stop thinking about the announcement Mark Ward made late last night. This upcoming Climax Control will be the first ever meeting between Melanie Gabrielle and Candy Overton as they finally step into the ring against each in tag team action.

This news struck me hard because it will be the first tag team match without Cindy Warren by my side. Can I truly trust Amy Marshall? That was the question swirling in my head but in the end it was the only way for me to scout my next opponent. I know Amy Marshall isn't the easiest person to get along with but who says I want to be her new best friend. I am well aware that she could use me but I am willing to do the same to her. Amy, I know you want to get your hands on Lucy but don't let your blind ambition cloud your judgment. This match isn't just about your personal agenda. It is about us getting the upper hand on the Angel Clan. These ladies have been on fire and it is up to us to extinguish them....
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<p align=right>OFF Camera
Location: Sucre, Bolivia
Date: September 30, 2015

The vast countryside of South America was really captivating for Candy as she and her two companions enjoyed watching the hills roll past them. The Andes were coming to into view as Hazel shouts in excitement.

Hazel Overton: I just can't believe what an adventure this has been Candace. Traveling throughout South America has been a real eye opening experience for me.

Candy Overton: Yes, it has sis. There are times I wish we could live down here but I would miss my life back in Utah too much.

Hazel Overton: I hear that. Plus, there isn't a sexy man down here.

Candy Overton: Is that all you can think about? We have learnt a lot about the culture and I can bet we are about to learn a lot more.

Hazel nods her head in agreement as Ashley looks over her shoulder at her comrades.

Ashley: I just hope we don't get another hiccup before reaching Colombia.

Hazel: That would be a bummer since we are in the middle of nowhere.

Candy can't help but to chuckle at her sister's comment. She leans her head back against the headrest of her car seat and stares out the window.
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<p align=right>Vlog Entry #2
Location: Outside of Peru
Date: October 1, 2015

Lucy, do you ever stop to think before blurting stuff out? It's almost like your mouth has no filter. Why do people assume that because I have a sweet disposition that I can't get down and dirty? I get it. I really do. I'm the nice girl next door that doesn't cause problems. I should just live in the happy trails and think about pretty things. Well won't you be in for a rude awakening. It's amazing how you love to fuck with people's mind but let's take a look at what you can do. You can fight. Well, so can I. You can play mind games. Well, I can too when I really want too.

The Angel Clan is going to have their bubble burst when sweet little ol' me kicks their sorry asses from her to Canada. Melanie should be worried because I'm not like all the other bimbos she has faced in the past. Lucy just because Amy is gunning for you doesn't mean that I am going to let her have all the fun. I think of it like this. If I can beat your ass in the middle of the ring then Melanie will have a lot of studying to do for High Stakes V.
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Location: Lima, Pera
Date: October 1, 2015

Ashley pulls into Lima, Peru's city limits as night begins to fall around them. She continues to creep the jeep along as the ladies are looking for their hotel.

Hazel: I believe it's that one.

Hazel says while pointing at one of the tall buildings they passed by.

Ashley: I don't think so. It didn't look like a hotel to me.

Ashley retorts as Hazel sits back in her seat while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Hazel: Hmph

She grunts while refusing to look out of the window.

Ashley: Come on Hazel, don't do this please. We need to find a hotel before making it to Colombia.

Candy had fallen asleep on the ride over as Ashley is trying to be quiet.

Hazel: I'm telling you that was the hotel that you passed.

Ashley: No it wasn't.

Hazel: Yes it was.

Ashley: I'm telling you that wasn't a hotel.

The two continue to argue back and forth about who was right as Candy begins to stir in her seat. Her tired eyes narrow in on both Ashley and Hazel while snarling a bit.

Candy: It's no wonder why the trip around the Pacific Rim was peaceful. Because you two weren't there annoying the hell out me.

Ashley: I'm sorry Candy but your sister is being ridiculous.

Hazel: I am not.

Ashley: Yes you are.

Candy slips her hands through her hair and closing her eyes in the process.

Candy: ENOUGH! I don't care alright. Just find the damn hotel or we continue to push forward toward Colombia.

Ashley sighs as she continues to drive the road as the car begins to skip. Ashley looks down at the gas gage and realizes that it's on E. Candy facepalms herself while shaking her head.

 

I am so excited about returning to Climax Control this Sunday. You have no idea what it will be like performing once again in front of rowdy Japanese wrestling fans. Osaka will always be my second home. Sam Marlowe, I understand that you want to step out from underneath your sister's shadow. However, I won't let you use me as your stepping stone. I do have a lot of experience and this won't be my first time facing a rookie.

This week may be your debut but it also marks the night I make my triumphant return to Climax Control. I will use this match to move back up the ranks and finally get my place in the bombshell hierarchy. Sam, I am sorry but make no mistake. I will be walking out of Osaka with a win. Enjoy your debut because it won't be so enjoyable afterward. Remember Sam, this week will be SWEET AS CANDY.

 Danger Games Part 1
~ Prologue ~

It is the year 2011 as we see Dustin Holt sleeping in a hotel room while staying in Tokyo, Japan. Small footsteps can be heard coming towards the door leading into Holt’s hotel room. The doorknob is slowly trying to turn as Holt’s eyes shoot open and he pulls out his Colt .45 from its hiding place. He rolls out of bed and slowly walks toward the door with his finger just to the side of the trigger well. He calls out to the door.

Dustin Holt: Who is it?

No one answers as he approaches the door. He calls out again.

Dustin Holt: Who is at the freaking door?

Still no one answers his call outs. Dustin starts getting irritated and then calls out a third time.

Dustin Holt: Who is at the god damn door? If you don’t answer, I will put a bullet in you.

Voice: Please, don’t shoot me.

Dustin can since a female voice as he opens the door slightly and peers out into the small space. He looks and sees a familiar face.

Dustin Holt: What the hell are you doing here Caroline? Don’t you know my phone works just as good?

Caroline: Sorry, I didn’t know if they bugged my phone or your phone.

Dustin Holt: They? Who are they?

Caroline: looks at Dustin you can’t be serious the guys who hired us for this mission, now they are trying to kill me.

Dustin Holt: Oh, those fucking rats. Why you worried about them for they couldn’t hit the broadside of a freaking barn?

Caroline: Can you let me in please?

Dustin slowly drops his gun to his side as he unlocks the door. He slowly opens it allowing Caroline to come into the room as he points the gun at both sides of the hallway. He goes back into the room and locks the door. He looks at Caroline while running his gun through his hair.

Dustin Holt: What do we do now?

Caroline: I don’t know, I came to you because you’re good about getting out of these kind of situations.

Dustin Holt: Of course, I’m good because I normally have to get myself out of these kinds of problems. Now were they following you or did you lose them.

Caroline: I think they were following me

Dustin Holt: What? And you led them here!

Caroline: I think I lost them somewhere around the fish market.

Dustin Holt: Damn it Caroline. I’ve been hiding for months from those clowns.

Caroline: Wait, weren’t supposed kill the prime minister.

Dustin Holt: Um, yes.

Caroline: Then why didn’t you.

Dustin Holt: Because I liked the city ok and well I wasn’t supposed to be here in Japan.

Caroline: Where were you supposed to be?

Dustin Holt walks over toward the bed as he takes out his white dress shirt and buttons it up.

Dustin Holt: I was supposed to be in Australia but I hopped onto a plane to Japan instead.

Caroline: Why did you do that, you know they will come looking for you?

Dustin Holt: Let the bastards come. They couldn’t catch me in Rome, they couldn’t catch me in Barcelona and they damn sure couldn’t catch me in London so how will they be able to catch me now.

Caroline suddenly stops talking as she looks into her purse. Dustin senses something isn’t right and pulls out his revolver in hidden in his sock. Caroline whips out her .45 Semi-auto Chief's Special has she slowly turns around. She points the gun at Dustin’s back.

Caroline: Put all your weapons down and turn around slowly Dustin.

Dustin puts his guns down as he slowly turns around. He puts his hands up in the air as he tries to speak to Caroline.

Dustin Holt: So, you’re the one they sent after me.

Caroline: What you mean?

Dustin Holt: I may not play by their rules but I still have my radio. I heard them say something about sending someone to take out Holt. Well you’re the only one who knew I was in Japan so it doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out.

Caroline: Will you shut it? Yes I am the one who was hired by the Russians to kill you for what you did to their governor.

Dustin Holt: Like anyone is going to miss that scum. He was butchering little kids. I had to take him out.

Caroline: Radanovich wasn’t your fucking target. You were supposed to take out Pelvic. That was your mission. Radanovich wasn’t even harming us.

Dustin Holt: I took out the meanest bastard in Moscow. I saved hundreds of kids from working in the coal mines. You’re welcome.

Caroline: They said you weren’t someone we could trust. With your background as the untrustworthy assassin and bounty hunter, we should have gone with our second option.

Dustin Holt: and you would have failed because none of your pathetic marines would be able to take out Pelvic or anybody else. I’m the fucking best.

Caroline: Now you are going to die.

Dustin Holt: why are you shaking that gun?

Caroline: I’m not…where’d you hand go?

Dustin keeps looking at Caroline as he picks up a pillow and throws it at her. She pulls the trigger and shoots the pillow. As the feathers fill the room, Holt pulls out his Smith & Wesson Model 909 and shoots Caroline right between the eyes. Dustin with his weapon still drawn walks slowly over to her dead body. A small pool of blood forms underneath Caroline’s head as a huge hole is shown. Holt finishes getting dressed and packs all of his gear up. He uses leather gloves to wipe down all his finger prints off both guns, off the phone, the door and every other surface that he touched. Then he places the Model 909 in Caroline’s exposed hand and leaves her lying in a pool of blood. He pulls out his cell phone and calls his private pilot and tells him to fire up the jet. He puts sunshades on and slowly walks out of the hotel room turning the light off as he closes the door behind him.

~ Chapter 1: The Chase Begins ~

A year has gone by as the mysterious death of Caroline Johnson still hasn’t been solved. Dustin Holt is standing in front of a court house as he is getting ready to give testimony on a case that he was involved in heavily. Reporters flock to Dustin as he is dressed in all black and wearing his trademark sunshades. One of the reporters walk up to Dustin as a camera is shoved in his face.

Reporter: Excuse me, Mr. Holt. Do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?

Dustin Holt: Make it snappy. I have somewhere to be

Reporter: Mr. Holt, Do you have any idea who would kill your partner Caroline?

Dustin Holt: No. She was the best damn agent the FBI ever produced behind me of course. Whoever killed her will pay mark my words?

Reporter: You seem to be upset. What can you tell me about this current court case that is going on?

Dustin Holt: One, I’m not going to tell you because I don’t talk to media during court cases. Now as far as my partner’s deaths, you’re damn right I’m pissed off. I promised her once we laid her in her grave that I would stop at nothing to get the bastard or bitch that killed her.

Before the reporter could utter another question out, shots ring out as several people are getting popped off. Dustin looks around as he pulls out his glock and yells.

Dustin Holt: Get the fuck down.

Three FBI agents begin to return fire as they are just shooting into the air. Dustin smacks his own face and looks at his fellow agents.

Dustin Holt: What in god’s name are you shooting at Casper? Do you see anyone firing a weapon?

Agent Flowers: I thought I saw a barrel.

Dustin Holt: Did you see the whites?

Agent Flowers: Huh?

Dustin Holt: The whites of their eyes.

Agent Flowers: Oh ok. I didn’t see shit.

Dustin Holt: Then stop shooting and fucking wait till you see something or someone.

Dustin and the three agents are sitting behind a black SUV as more shots ring out and Dustin sees two masked men running across the lawn of the court house. The two masked men knock down two elderly women as Dustin leaves his position and gives chase on foot. The two masked men try to cut across the statue in front of the court house but Dustin jumps them and knocks them both down. He gets up as he notices both of them are in a karate stance.

Dustin Holt: Karate kids? Let’s see what you got then.

One of the masked men goes to throw the first punch but Dustin ducks it. He catches one of the men’s legs and drops an elbow right across the patella and then clotheslines him down onto the pavement. The other guy pulls out a knife but Dustin pistol whips him with his gun. The guy falls down as blood squirts out of his mouth. Dustin then brushes himself off as he hears more gunfire. Dustin takes off towards the court house as he sees a pile of dead bodies lying in front of the courthouse. He sees a giant black van pull away as three guys are shooting machine guns. Dustin picks up an AK 47 off one of the dead shooters and fires in their direction. However the van is too far out of range as Dustin looks around the parking lot. He notices his car and Bo Duke slides across the hood of the car. He gets into the car and drives off as he goes into a high pursuit of the gunmen. The gunmen see him following them as they open fire on him. They shoot his windshield out as he returns fire. He manages to graze one of the shooters as the other two guys shot the engine. Dustin pulls his car off to the side of the road as he gets out seeing the buckshot holes left in the hood. He looks back at the now out of sight van as he kicks the dust.

Dustin Holt: Damn it. I had those fuckers in my sights too. Now what am I going to do

~ Chapter 2: A Blast from the Past ~

Has Dustin is shouting at the top of his lungs, a nice red Sudan pulls up beside him as it stops. The engine kicks off as the driver’s door opens and a woman steps out of the car. Dustin slowly turns around as the woman walks around the car and stands in front of Dustin. Dustin’s cheery face gets a stern look as he sees who it is.

Dustin Holt: What the fuck are you doing here?

Laura Cole: Is that anyway to greet your sister n law?

Dustin Holt: Ex Sister n law, you forgot the ex.

Laura Cole: No, I’m sure I said it right. I’m still your sister n law.

Dustin Holt: No, you are not. I strictly remember your sister throwing that damn clothing iron at my head when she told me to get the hell out.

Laura Cole: That’s only because she thought you were running around on her. Hell, I tried to tell her that you are some government spy that gets into some sticky situations.

Laura looks at Dustin’s shot up car as she looks back at him.

Laura Cole: What in the hell happened to your car?

Dustin Holt: Ummm

Dustin sees another van slowly pull up as he notices a man loading a shotgun.

Dustin Holt: I’ll tell you later right now; let’s get the hell out of here.

Dustin throws Laura into her car as he gets into the driver’s seat. Her eyes get big as she yells at him.

Laura Cole: What in the hell do you think you’re doing? This is my car. You can’t just drive it, because you’re not on my insurance.

Dustin Holt: Will you shut up? My car is obviously not road ready and your car was the closest thing I could get my hands on so chill.

Laura Cole: Why are we running anyway?

Dustin Holt: Laura the less you know the better.

Laura Cole: I want to know now. I don’t want my car shot up.

Dustin turns the key and presses the gas pedal to the floor as he speeds off down the highway. He takes a sharp turn as the tires squeal. Laura gets a scared ass look on her face as Dustin does another U-turn as he leaves the black van going into a dead end. Laura speaks up again.

Laura Cole: Who the hell are you?

Dustin Holt: I’m your former brother n law Dustin Holt.

Laura Cole: What’s with all this cryptic bullshit? Who are those guys and why are the following you?

Dustin Holt: You know I could have sworn that I told you to shut your freaking mouth.

Laura Cole: Not until you tell me what I want to know.

Dustin Holt: Fine you want to know what I do for a living. I kill people.

Laura Cole gulps and sits upright in her seat as she looks over at Dustin.

Laura Cole: What you mean you kill people? Is this the business trips you kept taking while you were with my sister?

Dustin Holt: Sadly yes, I’m an international assassin with bounty hunter skills. I hunt down the elusive criminals that the FBI, CIA and the other lame ass government officials stop going after.

Laura Cole: People actually pay you to kill people.

Dustin Holt: Yes. I get paid once the job is complete; however I’m not allowed to contact anyone about my whereabouts due to the risks involved.

Laura Cole: You know Carly wants to talk to you.

Dustin Holt: What else is new?

Laura Cole: Can you blame her? You drop off the freaking map and we don’t get any word from you for months or years.

Dustin Holt: That’s because I was protecting her and plus she stopped taking my phone calls.

Laura Cole: Oh

Laura stops talking as she bites her lips. Dustin goes to speak but looks in the rear view mirror as he shouts.

Dustin Holt: Shit!

Laura Cole: What?

Dustin Holt: Take the wheel Laura.

Laura Cole: Say what? We’re still moving.

Dustin Holt: I know just grab the damn wheel and when I tell you to shift your weight over into this seat and keep going.

Laura Cole: Wait, what are you going to do?

Dustin Holt: I know that van. Their hired killers paid to kill me.

Laura Cole: I thought you worked alone.

Dustin Holt: No, I said I get phone calls from unknown people. Sometimes I get partners and sometimes I don’t but I do have several enemies out there Laura. Now enough talking and just do what I say.

Dustin pulls out his desert eagle from his shoulder holster as Laura takes the wheel.

Dustin Holt: Now!

Dustin opens the car door and rolls off the street as Laura continues driving. The van stops as both sliding doors open. Several guys step out holding different weapons as one of them calls out.

Thomas Gibson: Did you think we wouldn’t find you Dustin?

Dustin Holt: No, Thomas, I hoped you would have stopped looking for me and started looking for a damn weight watchers clinic.

Thomas Gibson: Funny. You won’t be laughing once I plug a couple rounds in that torso of yours.

Dustin Holt: You can try you fat tub of lard. We both know you couldn’t hit a target even if it was marked in a big red letters.

Thomas signals his men to go around the car Dustin is hiding behind. Dustin sees this as he lies on the ground. He sits up and shoots one of the men in the foot. Dustin then rolls out from under the car and kicks the other in the sternum as he drops the gun. Dustin wraps the guy up in a rear naked choke as the guy passes out. Dustin rolls him down the ditch as he kips up to his feet. The guy dancing around with a hole in his foot sees Dustin and gets punched in the jaw followed by a sleeper hold. Thomas shoots his shotgun as he blows off a mirror.

Thomas Gibson: We can do this the easy way or the hard way Dustin.

Dustin Holt: What’s the easy way?

Thomas Gibson: That I shoot you and it would be painless.

Dustin Holt: Nah, I’d rather go the hard way.

Thomas Gibson: Have it your way.

Thomas opens fire as he peppers the side of the car closes to him. He tries to shoot again but he’s gun malfunctions as he tries to check it. Dustin pops up from his hiding place as he points his desert eagle at Thomas.

Thomas Gibson: Hey buddy, can’t we talk about this

Dustin Holt: Tell me who sent you after me.

Thomas Gibson: I don’t know their name. All they did was give me 500 dollars and your picture in a photograph. They didn’t tell me why, all they said was to get it done.

Dustin Holt: They? Who are they?

Thomas Gibson: I don’t know. You know I’m just a hired gun. I don’t ask questions.

Dustin Holt: Well you tell them or whoever hired you that Dustin Holt won’t go down without a fight. Tell them if they really want to kill me that they should do it themselves.

Thomas Gibson: You’re letting me go.

Dustin Holt: How else am I going to get that message to them? However, I will do this

Dustin shoots Thomas’s belt buckle off as his pants fall down around his ankles. Dustin walks around Thomas and gets in the black van. Dustin closes the door and rolls the windows down as he laughs.

Dustin Holt: Holy shit, I can’t believe you wear Betty Boop boxers. Damn, you just entered the loser category.

Thomas flicks Dustin off as Dustin drives off down the road. He cruises into the nearest town as he pulls into a parking lot. He steps out as he walks into a café as he sees Laura Cole sitting at a corner booth. Dustin walks up to the counter and orders a tall sweet tea as he walks over to the table Laura is sitting at when a voice rings out.

Voice: you don’t say hi to me anymore

Dustin pauses as he looks around to see where that voice came from when a woman looks up. Dustin takes a step back as he notices the face.

Dustin Holt: What in the hell are you doing here?

Carly Manning: Is that anyway to greet your wife?

Dustin Holt: Ex-wife

Carly Manning: Not according to the law here in the United States, we are still legally married. Now why haven’t you been returning any of my phone calls?

Dustin sits down at the table Carly is sitting at as they continue their discussion.

Dustin Holt: Probably because I changed my number

Carly Manning: What have you been up to these days?

Dustin Holt: None of your damn business, now if you excuse me I have to go get a hotel room.

Carly Manning: Have you been wrestling again?

Dustin looks at Carly with a confused look on her face.

Dustin Holt: You came all this way to ask me if I was wrestling.

Carly Manning: Yes. You know damn well that you don’t wrestle without me in your corner.

Dustin Holt: I don’t know what you been smoking lately but I didn’t need you at the beginning of my career. So I damn sure don’t need you now.

Dustin tries to hold back his temper as he looks through the window and sees three suited guys walking around the black van. He gets up to his feet and leaves Carly his new number. She looks at Dustin and then takes the number. Dustin slips out the back door of the café as he hails a cab and takes off.

~ Chapter 3: Carly helps Dustin out unexpectedly ~

The three suited guys enter the café as Carly is still trying to figure out why Dustin left in such a hurry. They walk over and flash their badges at her. One of them speaks up.

Agent Fowler: Excuse me, Ms. Manning; we would like to ask you if you have seen Dustin Holt?

Carly Manning: I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.

Agent Fowler: It’s Agent Fowler with the FBI. We are looking for your husband Dustin Holt. He’s been looked out for by Interpol for crimes he may have or haven’t committed in different countries.

Carly Manning: You must have the wrong person. Dustin wouldn’t do anything illegal.

Agent Fowler: Well your husband is also a fellow FBI Agent and we want to protect him. We just need to find him.

Carly Manning: If he’s a fellow agent then shouldn’t have some kind of tracking system or something on him.

Agent Fowler: Well we did but somehow he jammed it or something. He’s very intelligent and it’s getting hard to tell what his motives are these days.

Carly Manning: I’m telling you I haven’t seen him.

Just then Laura stands up and walks over to them and blurts out.

Laura Cole: I know where Dustin is

Carly looks up at Laura with a shocked look on her face as Agent Smith looks at her and starts to question her.

Agent Smith: Where is he?

Laura Cole: He went out the back and I believe down the alley.

Agent Smith: Thank you.

The three agents take off out the back as they run down the alley. Laura pulls Carly up to her feet as they run out the front door. Laura shoves Carly into her car and drives off. Carly blankly stares at Laura as she tries to grasp what is going on.

Carly Manning: What the hell was that about?

Laura Cole: Whoever those clowns are they weren’t FBI agents.

Carly Manning: how do you know?

Laura Cole: Because I saw the fake badges that they had. Also Dustin’s badge says secret agent plus he told me that he’s an international bounty hunter.

Carly Manning: Can you tell me what is going on?

Laura Cole: I don’t even know…I just know where Dustin is that’s all. It won’t take those bozos long to figure out that the alley is a dead end.

Carly Manning: Ok let’s go.

Laura continues to drive as the come across a long stretch of highway as she veers off onto a side road. Carly takes a look around as they pull up into a hard with an old shack sitting on it. They step out of the car as Carly asks first.

Carly Manning: Who lives here?

Before Laura could answer, Dustin comes walking out dressed in regular clothes as he ushers them into his hide away. They enter the shack as the TV is showing Danny Richmond and Vanessa Richmond fending off a slew of terrorists at the nation’s capital. Dustin pops a bottle of coors light as he looks at Carly.

Dustin Holt: They didn’t follow you did they.

Carly Manning: No, but will you tell me what in the hell is going on with you lately.

Dustin Holt: I’ll tell you later ok.

Carly Manning: No you will tell me now.

Dustin Holt: I said later. Right now I have to get to London.

Carly Manning: For what?

Dustin Holt: Now that is none of your damn business.

Carly Manning: Like hell it isn’t. I nearly got grilled because of you now you will tell me what you are doing in London.

Dustin Holt: I’m meeting some friends in London if you must know.

Carly Manning: Like who

Dustin Holt: George Snow, Victor Rampage and Charles E. O’Roberts, damn what is this 21 questions?

Carly Manning: I’m coming with you.

Dustin Holt: No you are not

Carly Manning: Yes I am

Dustin Holt: Like hell you are

Carly Manning: You don’t think I know what you are up to. You have a match coming up and you don’t want me to be there because your ex-girlfriend is going to be at ringside.

Dustin Holt looks at Carly Manning

Dustin Holt: How the hell do you know that?

Carly Manning: I’ve been watching TNA for several weeks Dustin. I saw how that tramp was treating you. I know you thought we were divorced but hell I still have feelings for you Dustin. Watching that slut do what she did to you makes me boiling mad. I just want to rip out those nasty extensions and claw her freaking eyes out.

Dustin Holt: Damn, Carly, I haven’t heard you say that shit in years.

Carly Manning: Well, that’s only the first part of my resentment towards that fucked up blonde. She didn’t have the balls to tell you to your face that she was sleeping with that fucktard. So she decides to play it off like nothing happened. I blame her for you losing that hardcore title. If you had me in your corner, you wouldn’t have lost any of those belts.

Dustin Holt: Carly, you know what will happen if I bring you back as a manager.

Carly Manning: Yes, I do. You’d fall for me again.

Dustin Holt: that and you tend to get involved in my matches.

Carly Manning: That’s what a good manager does, now stop complaining. I’m coming with you to London and that’s final.

Laura is looking out the window of the shack as two unmarked black Sudans pull up in the driveway. She looks at Dustin.

Laura Cole: I really hate to come between this blooming love fest but I think we might want to get the hell out of here.

Dustin Holt: Why’s that Laura?

Laura Cole: Oh maybe because 6 guys and 2 females are standing right outside with guns pointed at the shack.

Dustin Holt: Shit. Ok, Laura look under the bench in front of you.

Laura looks under the bench as she sees a fully loaded AK 47 and pulls it out. Dustin pulls out the pantry and hands Carly an M4 as he pulls out a M16 with an ACOG Scope attached to it. Laura looks at Dustin with a blank look on her face.

Laura Cole: Just what am I supposed to do with this?

Dustin Holt: Point it outside at one of the people and pull the trigger.

Laura Cole: Did I tell you that I hate guns?

Dustin Holt: I don’t give a damn. Just start firing.

Dustin runs into the door as he opens it a little. He calls out to the 8 people.

Dustin Holt: I see Thomas sent my message.

Freddie Polar: Yes and he sends his regard to your ass. They want you Dustin and we aim to deliver you either in one piece or in a pine box. Either way we get paid or you get well dead.

Dustin Holt: As I told that scumbag Thomas, if they want me. Then they should come get me otherwise I start billing them for my property damage. What you think of that Fred?

Ashley Benson: Dustin, stop trying to be a hero. We know you’re looking for the person who killed Caroline. We know you will stop at nothing to finish your mission in killing that prime minister in London. We just can’t let you do that.

Dustin Holt: Awe Ashley, you seem so certain that you are going to kill me.

Dustin brings his weapon up to his eye as he places his cheek right up against the butt stock. He aims the weapon and squeezes the trigger. The bullet goes right through Ashley Benson’s skull as everyone ducks behind cars. Dustin then closes the door a little more as he can hear more gunfire. Dustin looks toward Carly as he mouths to her.

Dustin Holt: Go to the back of the shack.

Carly Manning: No.

Dustin keeps firing back as both Laura and Carly don’t even think twice as they run to the back of the shack. Dustin sets charges at all the entry points as he sees everyone walking up towards the house. He calls out.

Dustin Holt: Bring it on fuckers.

Before they reach the shack, Dustin jumps through the window leading towards the back of the shack. He and the girls run to the side of the house as they get into his Chevy Silverado. He pulls into the front of the shack as the gunmen are looking on the porch at the truck. Dustin pulls out his shotgun, cocks it and aims at the gas tank. He smirks as he pulls the trigger and blows up the shack and everyone in it.

Carly Manning: Who were those people?

Dustin Holt: Someone hired them to kill me.

Carly Manning: How do you know?

Dustin Holt: Because they kept saying they. My ex-partner Caroline kept saying they.

Carly Manning: What happened to her?

Dustin Holt: I killed her.

Carly hesitates as she gasps a little as Laura asks first

Laura Cole: Why did you kill her?

Dustin Holt: One, she said “they” paid her to eliminate me and second she was going to kill me.

Carly Manning: So whoever is behind all this won’t stop till you are killed?

Dustin Holt: Pretty much

Carly Manning: That is just great.

Dustin’s cell phone goes off as he answers it.

Dustin Holt: Hello

Stormy: Hey Dustin

Dustin Holt: Oh, hey Stormy what’s up.

Carly’s ears perk up as she eavesdrops on the conversation.

Stormy: When are you going to get to London?

Dustin Holt: I should be there soon.

Stormy: Ok great. I know you and Candi didn’t work out. I don’t know what came over her. She was so in love with you but El had something over her.

Dustin Holt: It’s cool Stormy. She made her bed and now she must lie in it. You know The Florida Icon will still survive.

Stormy: Yes, I do know you are one of the top stars on Danger Zone.

Carly takes the phone from Dustin as she decides to talk to Stormy.

Carly: hello

Stormy: Hello, who is this?

Carly Manning: Name’s Manning, Carly Manning. I’m Dustin’s ex-wife and I will hurt that little bitch for playing games with Dustin’s heart.

Stormy: Okay. Are you Dustin’s new manager?

Carly Manning: Yes. Why do you ask that idiotic question?

Dustin palms his face as he can’t believe his ex-wife is calling herself his new manager.

Stormy: I’m just asking. Don’t get that attitude with me or I can find someone new for Dustin.

Carly Manning: Oh really. Like whom…another sex crazed bimbo. Let me tell you this there is no one other there for Dustin. You hear me no one.

Dustin yanks the phone out of Carly’s hand as he covers the mouth piece and looks at her.

Dustin Holt: You have no right to say that. You lost all rights when we divorced. So just sit there and shut the hell up.

Dustin gets back on the phone.

Dustin Holt: I’m sorry Stormy. My ex-wife is a little psycho.

Stormy: She better know who she is talking too real fast. Because I can find someone better for you Dustin and she will be ten times better then Candi Blade.

Dustin Holt: Well, I’m sure whoever you have in mind would be good. I’ll be in London in a few days.

Stormy: Ok, I’ll see you then. Oh, could you come alone?

Dustin Holt: Sure, I was coming alone anyway.

Stormy: Sweet. I’ll see and talk to you later.

Dustin Holt: Okay bye.

Dustin hangs up as he looks at Carly. He drives by a hotel in Washington, D.C. and checks her in it. She yells at him.

Carly Manning: Dustin Holt, I’m going to kick your ass. You let me come with you NOW!

Dustin Holt: Listen here, I’m going to get back my hardcore title and I don’t need a drama queen at ringside. So stay the fuck here. Besides, I have some enemies in London that know about you. Now stay here and go sightseeing. I have to go.

Carly Manning: You are not leaving me behin…..

Dustin shuts the door as Carly was trying to finish berating him. He walks down to his Silverado and pulls out his wrestling gear. He walks over to his private jet.

~ Chapter 4: London bound and ready to rip off a head or two ~

His pilot talks to Dustin before he boards the aircraft.

Sean: Where to boss?

Dustin Holt: London, England.

Sean: Are you sure boss? Isn’t the Frankfurt family still looking for you?

Dustin Holt: I’m not going to the palace or that part of town. I’m going to the Oz Centre.

Sean: Ok boss. I just don’t to fly into a warzone.

Dustin Holt: If you don’t want to fly Sean. I can call Brad to fly me. He’s not afraid to take me to London.

Sean: No, that’s ok. I can fly you.

Dustin boards the aircraft as his cell phone goes off. He picks it up as Stormy is on the other end of the line.

Stormy: Hi Dustin

Dustin Holt: Oh hi Stormy

Stormy: Are you on your way?

Dustin Holt: Yes. I left my ex-wife at a hotel. Now I’ll be able to focus on ripping El Elegido’s head completely off his shoulders.

Stormy: Wow, I didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.

Dustin Holt: Look he took Candi away from me but she didn’t do anything to stop him. It’s because of her I lost my hardcore title. Now that I don’t have that kind of burden. I’ll be going back to what I do best and that is kicking ass and taking names.

Stormy: Well, I hope you kick this son of a bitch’s ass. He deserves it.

Dustin Holt: I know he does he’s got something that belongs to me.

Stormy: So you are fighting for Candi then.

Dustin Holt: Nope, I’m coming for the title that El’s going to disgrace; I’m getting back my hardcore championship.

Stormy: Ok, I’ll see you when you get here

Dustin Holt: You got it.

Dustin hangs up his phone as his plane flies over the Atlantic. He sips on some root beer and pops some nuts into his mouth. His pilot speaks through the speaker.

Sean: Dustin, we will be landing in London in T-Minus 20 minutes.

Dustin Holt: Okay…just be sure to not be seen.

Sean: Yes sir.

Dustin unzips his bag, pulls out his leather jacket and black timbaland boots. He changes his clothes as the plane slowly descends to the ground. Plane comes to an easy stop as they have touched ground. Dustin tosses his other clothes into the small compartment. The door pops open as the steps slowly go down. He steps out onto the steps has he places the trademark sunglasses on his face. A limo pulls up as Dustin gets in it. Once inside the limo, Stormy hands him a copy of Danger Zone’s PPV match card. He smirks as he doesn’t even say a word at the moment.

~ Chapter 5: Reality comes to El Elegido by way of Dustin Holt ~

Stormy can tell the smirk on Dustin’s face as she gives a small smile on her face as well.

Stormy: I take it you like the card.

Dustin Holt laughs

Dustin Holt: I don’t just like the card. I love the card. I mean you have me in a London Town Massacre match against the guy who knows nothing about being an ultraviolence messiah. However that’s what I do for a freaking living. I’m going to regain the hardcore title. That’s going to happen.

Stormy: What you going to do about Candi? What you going to do if she gets involved in the match?

Dustin Holt: One, she’s no longer my problem so whatever she does well El best be ready to get beat. Second if Candi knows what’s best for her new “man” she wouldn’t stick her nose in this match.

Stormy: I like your attitude. It seems you found your fire again.

Dustin Holt: I’m not going to tell that not being with Candi is the best thing that’s ever happened to me because well it’s not. Candi was good to me up until she decided to kiss another guy behind my back. Now, I hope we can still be friends but if she thinks I’m going to trust her again. She’s out of her damn mind. My ex-wife doesn’t even have my trust.

Stormy: Speaking of your ex-wife, where is she?

Dustin Holt: Hopefully still in D.C., I left her there before I left because I didn’t want to risk her getting too emotional in the match. Also this match is too damn personal for me. One because El is the reason Candi left me and two he’s got something that belongs to me.

Stormy: What happened between you two anyway?

Dustin Holt: I figured you would ask that question. This was a while back when I was part of the NWA. I was also a government agent who did special missions at certain points of the year. Well while I was away on a mission, she decided to have an affair with my tag team partner at the time. This was going for the entire time I was away on business. One night I had come back into the states and went home. She didn’t know I was home because I hardly called her when I was on these business trips. I knew where the spare key was hidden so I let myself in so I wouldn’t disturb her. I heard sounds coming from my bedroom; I walked up the stairs and saw her on top of my tag team partner so I kick my bedroom door wide open. She immediately jumps onto her feet trying to cover herself up. My tag partner wasn’t the smartest light bulb in the pack as he walks up to me thinking I was going to forgive him. He stuck his hand out for a handshake but instead I punched him right in his jaw. Then I picked him up and threw him out of my bedroom. He gets up trying to talk me down but I kicked him down the stairs. I walk down the stairs as he continues to get to his feet. Right has he gets to his feet; I punch him again as he falls to the ground hard. Needless to say he had a massive headache in the morning. As for Carly, well I tossed her ass out that next morning and told her to stay away from me.

Stormy: Wow, that is some story. I can see why you don’t get along with Carly.

Dustin Holt: That’s not all, if I did that to my tag partner. Just imagine what I will be able to do to El Elegido this Thursday night. He’s going to come to the ring thinking he’s facing some mediocre guy but once that bell sounds. He’ll be facing the animalistic beast that is me. He doesn’t stand a chance in hell.

The limo finally cranks up as it starts rolling towards the arena. Stormy is looking through a book of people.

Dustin Holt: What’s that?

Stormy: Oh just some girls that might fit your newfound attitude.

Dustin Holt: Cool, if I can trust them then I’ll work with them but don’t expect me to be so trusting.

Stormy: I understand.

Dustin Holt: Besides, I’m focusing on regaining my hardcore title.

Stormy: I know you are Dustin.

Dustin Holt: I wonder what bullshit El’s going to spew this week. No matter what, I’ll stick my fist so far down his throat that I’ll crush his larynx without even trying.

Stormy: Dustin that is so violent.

Dustin Holt: Stormy, I didn’t say I was the most rated g wrestler in the world. Cause when I wrestle it’s rated X for excruciating pain and suffering. El Elegido, you best prepare yourself for the beating of your life. It’s time for you to know your reality. That reality is that I’m going to rip your fucking head off and stuff it straight up your own ass.

Stormy just smiles

Dustin Holt: For it’s one for the money, two for the show, three to say I killed you for shore. Now El, let me leave you with this all important advice. Please be sure to take all your vitamins, eat all your wheaties, and kiss all those Mexican whores you have stashed away in your little cubicle. Because come Danger Zone, you will need every ounce of fiber and strength that you have to not only withstand the onslaught that I’m going to rain down on you but to be able to survive the beating that is going to follow. As Tazz always said….”Win if you can, SURVIVE if I let you” well El, all you have to do is survive but that might not be an option. You see, I’m coming with a mission. As far as I’m concerned, you are now the hunted while I’m the hunter. As the hunter, I smell blood and come Danger Zone your blood will be spilt. And that is the final line because THE FLORIDA ICON SAID SO….

Dustin looks at Stormy then back at the camera hidden in the little seat in front of him.

Dustin Holt: Knuck if ya buck!!!!

The limo pulls up to the Oz Center as Stormy and Dustin get out and walk into the building as the scene slowly fades out.

 

Episode 1

The mid morning sun shines through the third floor window of Candy Overton's hotel room in Oslo, Norway. She is already up and moving throughout the room while her girlfriend Meredith is still sleeping in the bed. Candy walks out of the bathroom with her bathrobe over her naked body. She looks out of the window to see the snow covered countryside of Oslo, Norway. Candy lifts one arm above her head and sets it against the door.

"Norway is such a beautiful place. I am so blessed to be here on vacation with my best girlfriend. Well I call it a vacation because Meredith doesn't know about my secret life. You see she doesn't like professional wrestlers. The moment she finds out that I enjoy the sport of Professional wrestling and have become one of the top female wrestlers in the world. She just might stop hanging out with me. She might even leave my side when I need her most."

Candy quietly slides open the sliding glass door so she can step out onto the balcony. Her fuzzy slippers touch the cold balcony as Candy closes the door softly and quietly. She looks through the window and sees Meredith still sleeping. A smile comes across her face as she turns to look out over the city.

"Last week was so much fun. After being out of the ring for the past 4 years, it felt good locking up with Jessie Salco. I didn't know how much gas I had left in the tank after losing the Utah Championship Wrestling Women's Championship several years ago. Yes, I was a successful women's competitor in Utah, New Mexico, Nevada, Idaho and even the Northern part of California. I figured you guys watching this on the SCW Network wanted to know a little more about Candy Overton. This week, I have another tough test with Necra but she's really not that tough."

Candy runs her finger along the railing while watching her breath in the cold air.

"The reason why I say that is because Necra isn't the first darkness seeking bitch that I have faced in my career. Before you Necra, there was Rancid. You see Rancid was everything you are but more psychotic. Every time she faced me, she would try her hardest to drag me down to her level but deep down she couldn't succeed. Each time we faced, I always got the better of her. How you might ask? Because I conquered my fear of the dark when I was like 7 years old. Now, I don't squirm when someone talks about having some sick love affair with the darkness. You can call yourself every sinister name in the book and it still won't make me jump in fear. If you think I am going to tuck my tail between my legs and run for the hills. Then you must have sucked in more cat hair than you liked to admit.

I heard what you said Necra. Yes, I only have one win in this company but why does that matter at this point. You talk about your success like I am supposed to impressed or something. You have won 4 Bombshell Roulette Championships and one tag team title. Tell me something Necra, did you also lose 4 Bombshell Roulette championships and one tag team championships. Not to mention, you have failed to capture the Bombshell Championship every time you have had an attempt. I also remember seeing on my television that night you got beat badly by Mercedes Vargas in the Prison Chamber.

Now you are trying to make me think you are this unbeatable phenomenon but watching everything you have been in recently. You are not this untouchable being anymore. You couldn't even beat Delia. Last week, you just barely beat Darkyness. If it wasn't for your partner Erik Staggs practically caring your deadweight ass, then you both would be on the outside looking in. I am sure you could say the same thing about my partner. Seeing how we haven't spoken about strategy or anything. The last time we teamed up which was a couple weeks ago, we didn't speak and yet we still got the job done.

Necra, ask yourself this question. Do I really want to continue this act or should I come clean for once in your life? Zuri Justice was once underneath your spell but she realized that your spell has an expiration date. Just like your time in this tournament. You will be expired very shortly. I am not afraid to call you out. Hell, I am not afraid to show my own dark side. I am like Zuri in a lot of ways. I have a troubled past. I tend to lead with my head and not my heart. Finally, I leap before looking over the edge.

You see Necra, no matter what you say or do to me. I will always find a way to get back up, dust off the nightmares and keep moving forward. You might not like it but hey that is the world we live in these days. I am one person you can not bully no matter how hard you try. I will always fight. That's what I will do this week. I will fight with all of my heart. I will fight with all of my mind. I will fight with every single fiber of my being. Darkness will not even be a factor in this match. Necra, last time I was testing the waters. This time around I will be that shark hunting in the waters and I will drag your dead ass down with me. You had your chance to have the nice Candy. However you kept running that mouth of yours and now I will do everything in my power to prove you wrong.

Candy looks back up from looking at the railing.

"No matter what happens Necra, you can always count on me to be SWEET AS CANDY.

Toodles."

The sliding glass door slowly opens as Candy swings her head around to see her beautiful girlfriend standing in the doorway with a sheer night gown. Candy's eyes sparkle as Meredith walks out onto the balcony. Candy wraps her arms around Meredith as they share a gaze. They passionately share a kiss while the scene slowly fades.