Soft gray clouds are starting to roll into the city of Shalom. It is a small city just outside of Salt Lake City. Even though it looks like a very unpleasant day, the citizens of this small city aren't phased. They continue with their everyday lives as if the sun was blazing down on them. The Sweet and Salty Diner is the town's popular choice for dining. Everyone comes in here for everything from just a cup of coffee to a straight up meal. The crowd never seems to be ugly to wait staff as they work hard to make the dining experience a joyful experience. One man in particular has enjoyed this plus as he is always coming around 11 am like clockwork. He always sits in the corner booth close to the back door. He uses this booth to watch Candace Overton work as if he was mesmerized by the movements of her body. He even pulls out a tape recorder from inside his jacket and small notepad for taking notes. This day in particular he turns to a blank page to start his observations.

"It is September 24, 2014 probably close to 11:30 in the morning time. I just sat down and she has yet to notice me. Someday I think I should be bold and tell her just who I am. However I am glad that we haven't spoken yet. The only time we speak is when she is taking my order. Why they kept her beauty a secret is beyond me? I just can't stop myself from gazing upon her incredible physique. First thing I notice is how captivating she can be when she swingings her brown curly hair from side to side and the way she stands behind the breakfast bar just boggles my mind. I just want to get lost in those brown eyes but I should bring a pair of sunshades just to keep myself from going blind. I mean her smile makes the sun seem very weak."


One of Candace's coworkers walk up to the man's booth and somehow interrupts his train of thought.

"Can I start you off with a drink?" the waitress asks him as he slowly turns his head toward her.

A slight creepy smile comes across his face as he slowly looks her up and down. The waitress isn't hard on the eyes apparently as her golden blonde hair is pulled up into a nice looking ponytail. Her emerald green eyes sparkle in the lights as this man seems to be smitten with her. However she is starting to get a little impatient.

"What can I get for you sir?" asks the waitress who is beginning to get very annoyed right now.

"Can I get your number?" the man blurts out without even thinking about it.

A small giggle escapes from the waitress as he sinks back into his seat.


"I meant what did you want to drink sir?" responds the waitress after the poor attempt at flirting by the man. He sits back up while returning his gaze toward Candy.

"Can I get her to take my order?" says the man while pointing his finger toward Candy who was leaning against the bar.

The waitress looks down at his finger then follows the trail it was pointing at as she raises one of her eyebrows. She looks back at the man before shrugging her shoulders. She moves away from the table and heads for the breakfast bar. The man ducks inside the booth trying to keep himself from being spotted by her.

The waitress taps Candy on her back before coming face to face with her. Candy looks at her coworker with a mixed look on her face.


"What's going on Mer?" asks Candy while looking real confused at this point in time.

"You won't believe this but that guy sitting over in the corner booth by the door. Well he is requesting that you take his order. You must have some kind of spell over him or something?" Meredith replies as Candy also lifts one of her eyebrows in the air.

"Why do you say that for Mer? Maybe he just wanted someone with a little more class? Haha"

"Open your eyes Caroline, that guy has been in here everyday basically staring at you. He even has a notebook with notes on you. Notes that range from how you walk to how you stand. I have dated a lot of creeps in my day and let me tell you. This guy is either a creep or some government official planning to draft you for something."


Candy doesn't respond after the small conversation as she stares off into the distance. She stares like this in order to flashback to 2005 when she was undercover working as a call girl. She was trying to stop a human trafficking ring in the underbelly of Salt Lake City. However the case went south when her cover was blown by some random locker sweep. After her cover was blown she dropped off the covert agent radar.

She snaps back to reality as her colleague shakes her a little. Candace looks over her shoulder and sees the man peeping his head out. She looks a little harder as the man's identity becomes a little more clear for her. A look of anger slowly comes across her face as she picks up her recent book and walks out from behind the bar. Meredith has known that something was going on but decided not to pry.

The man tries desperately to hide when Candace comes walking toward him. She stops three quarters of the way there when she stops to catch her breath. She looks out the window while keeping up her appearance.

"Hello sir, welcome to the Sweet and Salty Diner, would you like to try our pretzel crust pepperoni pizza? Can I start you off with something to drink?"


"Hello Lady Stryke, we have been looking for you."

Candace slowly looks back toward the bar as Meredith was busy with a customer. She then slides into the booth while looking the man squarely in the eyes.

"What are you doing her Smith?"

"I didn't think you knew who I was Lady Stryke or is it Candace now?"

"You didn't answer my question. Who else knows that I am living here? How did you find me?"

"Will you calm down for once in your life. No one at the agency knows you are here in fact it took sometime to finally track you down after you went off the grid. Are you okay? You seem to be very nervous."

Candy sits up and looks around them before leaning back down.

"I am going crazy Smith. I need some action back in my life. You have no idea what hell I go through each time I work here. Everyday like clockwork, I have some old man copping a feel or slapping my ass. It takes a lot of my energy to hold off from knocking them off their chairs. I need to get back out there. I need some ring time again."

Smith looks at his friend but confusion seems to have taken control of his facial features.

"What are you talking about Candace?"

"I miss tossing women by their hair across it. Man, talk about the best kind of adrenaline rush. I am talking about wrestling Smith. That is how those assholes knew about me. I come from a prominent wrestling family but circumstances that I couldn't foresee kept me from pursuing my own career. I need to get back into it and you are going to help."

"Just how am I supposed to help you or why should I help you?"

"Since I don't want to get back on their radar, I am going to need for you to get me at least three first class tickets to Belfast. If you don't help me then I will take to social media and tell the world who blew my cover five years back. Do you really want to go down that road?"

"I will see what I can do. If I do this then you will owe me big time."

"Fine, you come be my handler if you so desire."

"Why do you need to get to Belfast, Northern Ireland anyway?"

"That is for me to know and for you to find out. Now get out of here. I don't want anyone to know about this. I almost forgot, if you do this then I will let you sleep with me."

Smith's eyes widen as he quickly gets to his feet. He throws his notebook and tape recorder into his bag. He looks down at Candy with the thought that his dream is coming true. He turns and shoots out the door. As he turns the corner, Candy turns toward Meredith and nods her head. Meredith jumps over the breakfast bar and opens the front door.

"Sorry folks but we are closing early. Thank you for joining us but get out."

Everyone in the diner starts clearing out as Candy walks toward the bar. The last person exits the diner as Meredith shuts the door flips the sign around and pulls down all the curtains. Candy tosses her apron on the bar as Meredith wraps her arms around her. They share a passionate kiss before sitting Candy on top of the bar.

"Are we going to Belfast"

"Yes, as soon as Smith comes back with the tickets. It will be so great to get back inside the ring."

"How did you manage to get him to get us tickets?"

"Oh, I dangled a little carrot in front of his face. I mean if it wasn't for him blowing both of our covers then we could have gotten away with it."

"I thought that was water under the bridge. I bet those bastards have yet to figure it out. I better go pack."


Meredith gives Candy a soft kiss on the lips before walking through the swinging door that leads to the back of the diner. Candy watches her leave before looking at the empty diner. She walks over to janitor closet and opens it. She pulls out a broom and dust pan so she can start sweeping. While she started the cleaning process, she decided to talk about her upcoming return match.

"In 48 hours, I will be landing in Belfast for my first match on Climax Control. What makes this match special is that I will be making my in ring debut during Sin City Wrestling annual tournament known as the Blast From The Past. It is a tournament that is meant to show respect to those who helped paved the way for people like me and my tag partner. Yes, you heard me correctly. I said tag partner because this tournament is about pairing males and females together in mixed tag team action to see who can have the best team chemistry. On paper, my opponents seem to be the favorite to win this match due to their added in ring experience. I am sure everyone is writing off my team because of this being my debut.

I mean both Jessie and Andrew have nothing to work with when it comes to me. All they have is pure speculation. They don't have videos to watch, they don't have evidence to look over to form a relative good conclusion. All they can do is theorize about how horrible I possibly could be in the ring. If I was so horrible then why would Dory Funk, Jr. go out of his way to train me himself. Not to mention, Candice Michelle helped give me pointers as well.

I look at this match as my first test to see how tough the roster is but from first glance. I wasn't impressed at all. I mean Jessie Salco got beat by a woman named Zuri Justice during her debut match. It would appear that Jessie's track record against debuting bombshells is bad. I almost feel bad for her. I mean she has no idea what I can do in that ring but then again she would have to carry the deadweight of Andrew Garcia.

I heard that guy fades in and out almost like an AM radio station. Sometimes you can get something good coming out of the station but other times all you get is static. That is something you have to attest with Jessie. Like I said, I almost feel sorry for you but you know the saying. Almost doesn't really count. I know you have done a lot for the bombshell division and I respect that. However, this isn't a match about respect or even friendship. It's about getting my feet wet. It's about the Sweetness Meter getting to the top.

I don't really care if I have to carry my team because it kind of looks like I am. That is nothing new with me. I have always been the one who had to carry the dam load. It is almost like Dark Tiger is expecting me to do all the work and for him to receive the credit. Yeah, that will not be happening. If he can stop Andrew Garcia then I will do my best to keep Jessie Salco at bay. No matter what happens the sweetness meter will still be moving toward the goal. That goal is taking the bombshell title off the waist of the joke of the women population. Delia Darling, I hope you are ready because Candy Overton is coming for you. Til then I will go through every female on the roster. Unfortunately for you Jess, you happen to be right at the top of my list. I promise you that whatever happens, everything will be SWEET AS CANDY. Catch you guys soon.

Toodles."

Candy continues to sweep the floor as the scene starts to fade.

 

3 Days after High Stakes IV

It's a nice blustery day in Webster, South Dakota as there is just a slight nip in the air. The snow has finally stopped falling for the time being as Zuri has been sitting in the local coffee shop for several hours. It would appear that she is having a hard time dealing with her latest failure inside the ring. Blanca has tried calling her several times but Zuri doesn't want to face her sister. Zuri looks at the side of the a chrome plated napkin dispenser as she questions whether she deserves to continue in Sin City Wrestling. She also begins to question whether or not Mercedes is right.

{Zuri Chastain}
Maybe Mercedes is right for once. I shouldn't kid myself. I don't belong in this business. I should just pack my shit up and return home to Webster, South Dakota.

The sound of little bells ring as the door to the local coffee shop is opened. Zuri's good friend and former training partner Carly Mitchell walks into the shop and doesn't notice her right away. Carly walks further into the shop so she can get a better view of the menu. She stands there looking at the menu until the slightest movement in the bottom corner of the glass catches her eye. She tilts her head to the side before spinning around. Carly nearly jumps out of her tight jeans when she sees Zuri sitting by herself in the booth near the back of the shop. Carly turns back to the cash register to order a grande non fat hazelnut latte and a pumpkin scone. She turns away from the front corner after getting her pumpkin scone from the barista. Carly tells the other barista to bring her latte to her which he complies. She manages to walk between several tables before stopping at the edge of Zuri's table.

{Carly Mitchell}
Hi Sammi

{Zuri Chastain}
No one calls me that any.......

Zuri lifts her head from looking at the napkin canister to notice her old friend Erin Caroline Mitchell, aka Carly Mitchell, standing right beside her table. Zuri really doesn't know what to think about this unexpected visit.

{Carly Mitchell}
How are you Sammi?

{Zuri Chastain}
Out of all the people in the world, you had to walk in here. What are you doing here anyway?

{Carly Mitchell}
I am working on a photo shoot that features some of the worlds best models. I just stopped in to get something to keep me awake. Do you mind if I sit down?

{Zuri Chastain}
I guess...

Carly sits down as Zuri goes back to looking at the napkin canister.

{Carly Mitchell}
What's wrong Zuri?

{Zuri Chastain}
Nothing.

Carly notices the hint of anger inside Zuri's voice as she stretches out her hand toward her friend.

{Carly Mitchell}
Something is definitely bothering you Zuri. If you need someone to listen then I will be that person.

Zuri puts the canister down and places her hand in Carly's hand. She can feel tears forming underneath her mask as Carly just watches.

{Zuri Chastain}
As you may know Carls, I work for a wrestling company called Sin City Wrestling and there is one bitch who seems to enjoy the misery she inflicts on others. She is constantly saying that I don't belong in SCW or that I should get plastic surgery to fix my looks. In the beginning, I kept brushing the comments off but recently her comments just hit me right in the core. Not to mention, she loves to gloat about her winning streaks and how she runs the bombshell division. She also likes to gloat about her dominance in the modeling world.

{Carly Mitchell}
Really, what's her name?

{Zuri Chastain}
Her name is Mercedes Vargas.

{Carly Mitchell}
I can tell you Sammi, that I have never heard of her and I work with the world's top models. This woman probably wouldn't know what really beauty is anyway. When it comes to wrestling, you are one the hardest working females I know. I mean it takes real guts to hide your beautiful face underneath those beautiful masks. That is something Mercedes will never fully understand.

Zuri nods her head as if what Carly was saying was actually making some sense to her. Zuri says goodbye to her good friend and stands up from her booth. Carly finally gets her latte right as Zuri walks away toward the door. Carly slowly watches Zuri leave while thinking to herself, 'How did I let her go?" Zuri waves goodbye to the bartender before walking right out of the front door.

3 days before Climax Control 100

Zuri is sitting on her couch in front of her television screen with bottles of bourbon and whiskey laying around her living room.

The week after High Stakes IV left me wondering what was next for me. I sat right here practically blaming myself for letting down everyone that depended on me to win at High Stakes IV. I couldn't believe how hard I worked for that moment just to have it ripped right underneath me. So yes, I did drown my sowers in booze but eventually the booze couldn't stop the pain of practically failing everyone around me. However thanks to my good friend Carly, who I met in town while getting out my own prison. It was her who finally brought me back to reality.

The reality is that I didn't let anyone down. It just wasn't my night. I do plan on righting my wrongs. The first wrong is letting that stupid bitch Mercedes getting my head. I admit Mercedes, you got to me. You got to me good but trust me when I say this. That will not happen again. You will have to drive a railroad spike through my skull before I let you get inside my head again. We are tied in wins and losses. However we have a third party invading our space. That third party is a nobody who doesn't deserve this shot. Although I will say this we have one common thread in this match. We both want to see Mercedes Vargas removed from top of the Bombshell Roulette division.

Now Traci will be out to teach you a lesson about tag team etiquette but I am coming to put you both out of action for good. This company will survive without Mercedes Vargas hogging the spotlight. I do have to ask you something Mercedes. How can you call me ugly when you are completely made of plastic? There is nothing real about you. I mean you were fake hair extensions, fake nails, fake eyelashes and you even have fake tatas. Tell me, did you get those just to fit in with The Mean Girls? or Did you get them just to impress the referees? I mean hell if you wanted to win like that then why not come out wearing a skimpy bikini as well. At least give the boys something worth while. Oh I forgot, you want to be a classy woman. Well tell me Mercedes, when did bullying someone like me make you classy.

Traci, maybe you should listen to your sister because coming between me and Mercedes head will cost you your own. I do not share well and when it comes to dueling out punishment, I duel it on my own. I am not even bringing Mr. Carlson or Blanca to the ring with me. That's how serious I am about destroying Mercedes from the inside out. What are you going to say Mercedes? Are you going to repeat yourself? Are you going to continue coming up with excuse after excuse for why you don't want to face me? I don't care if I jumped the line. If anyone knows anything about jumping the motherfucking line it would be you. I do remember that it wasn't long after you lost the Bombshell tag team championship that you were practically handed a SCW Bombshell Roulette championship match.

Now tell me Mercedes, how does it feel knowing that you are nothing but a hypocrite. You can call me a line jumper all you damn well please but then you might want to take a moment to look in the mirror. I don't mean stand there and play with your fucking self. I really mean look past the shallow portion that is your facade and look deep down inside your soul. Do you really enjoy being called a fake btich? A wanna be plastic barbie doll who is a deceitful person. I mean you are the reason Liz Smalls left the Mean Girls. She found out the real you. The real you Mercedes is one who uses people to get what she wants but the moment she gets it then she tosses them to the curb. That's what you did to Traci Patterson and that is what you will do to your recent cash cow The Mean Girls.

I know you are going to come back at me saying that I shouldn't have gotten involved last week but let's be honest. You and the rest of the Mean Girls were going to attack Jessie and Amy all because they defeated your precious Veronica. The funny part was it only took me to take you all down. Not to mention, you were pissed off to know that I really don't need my mask. You were more pissed off because you realized that I am more beautiful than you imagined. Did you finally realize that I can fight without my mask on? I just want to know Mercedes, can you fight with your mask on?

What mask you ask? The mask of being better than me. High Stakes IV proved that you are the luckiest bitch on the roster. I mean your face was a crimson mask and you lost countless teeth in the process. I nearly kicked your head into the front row but after Climax Control 100. I will finish what I fucking started. I will kick your head into the second row and watch your blood stain everything it comes in contact with.

After Climax Control 100, I am done with you Mercedes. I am done with you living off my name. I am done making your ass relevant once again. Traci Patterson, if you so as much get in my fucking way, I will end you. You will regret stepping into the ring with me. That sweet girl you saw at High Stakes IV well SHE'S SO GONE.

I will see you bitches on Sunday and remember NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.

 

 

A Glimpse of Blanca's Past

"What is Zuri thinking letting her twin sister step into the ring with her? Will this backfire in her face? Blanca doesn't have any wrestling background. She is just going to cost her twin sister in their bad blood battle with Mercedes Vargas."

That has always been said when it came to the mystery behind Blanca's past. Everyone seems that Zuri is the only wrestler between the two twins. It appears almost everybody in the front office of Sin City Wrestling. Even most of her peers have no idea what Blanca can bring to a real in ring battle. Both Zuri and Blanca expect Mercedes to use this kind of information against the twins. However there is something no one else knows in the company. Blanca has been in the business the same amount of years as her twin maybe even longer. Let's take this time to revisit one of Blanca's training session with Pro Wrestling Legend Dustin James Holt aka Dustin Jay.

:: Dustin Jay ::
Get your ass moving Blanca.

:: Blanca Justice ::
My arms are burning. I don't know if I can go on much longer.

:: Dustin Jay ::
If you want to fucking quit then get your ass out of my gym. I don't have time to waste on someone who will give up after doing simple arm workouts.

:: Blanca Justice ::
I don't want to quit but my arms feel like they are going to fall off.

Dustin's temper is beginning to rise above it's normal level. This wasn't the first time Blanca was acting like a damn diva. He stands in front of her with his arms crossed across his chest. She looks up while holding herself up off the gym floor. Tears are flowing down her cheek as he violently shakes his head.

:: Dustin Jay ::
You are not a professional wrestler Blanca. You know why you are not a wrestler because you are a pussy bitch. Wrestlers are supposed to fight back the pain and gut it out. I guess that is just too hard for a spoiled diva like you Blanca. You have two options Blanca, you can either give the fuck up or prove me wrong. If you chose the first option then don't fucking come back to my gym. I will not waste my time on quitters. Maybe I should spend more of my time with your twin sister. She's already doing in ring workout sessions. Now tell me Blanca, are you going to continue living in your sister's shadow or are you going get your ass in fucking gear?

:: Blanca Justice ::
I will not quit. I shall not give up. I won't let my sister overshadow my own abilities.

The mention of Zuri's name sparks a fire underneath Blanca as she finally finishes her rep of 20 blurpies. She then moves to the punching bag and begins throwing several rights at it. Dustin seems a little impressed that his hard nose training is finally paying off. Months later during her training shows Blanca performing for Dustin's main company that is tied with his training program. She shows her training has worked with a string of victories. She returns to Dustin's gym as he slaps the taste out of her mouth.

:: Blanca Justice ::
What was that for?

:: Dustin Jay ::
You are getting too fucking cocky. Did you think I wouldn't hear you speaking out of your ass? If you want to be a good speaker in this business then use your brain instead of your mouth. This is an extremely important skill to have underneath belt. The skill of not only speaking to what the fans want to hear but speaking with a sense of urgency in your breath that you believe beyond the shadow of doubt that you are the fucking best. If you decide to speak with just your mouth than your brain then you will not want to be around me.

"Blanca, Blanca will you wake up?"

Back to present day

The cameras fade into the living room of the Chastains' estate as Zuri is seen trying to wake her sister up from a nightmare. Blanca is not waking up as Zuri sits down on the carpet next to her twin's face. She thinks about the last few months since she joined Sin City Wrestling. Every time the thought of Mercedes ducking her for the past few weeks causes Zuri to bite her lip. She pounds her fist with her hand while her twin is still a sleep on the couch.

For months, you have been ducking me Mercedes and the times of you ducking me are slowly coming to an end. When I challenged you to a fight Mercedes, I wanted it to be just you and me. Mono e mono. Woman vs Woman, which is a term I use very loosely to describe you. However you were the one who wanted to face The Justice System. In the beginning, I was a bit hesitant because I didn't want my sister to take my pleasure of destroying you limb from limb. Like I said, that was then Mercedes and this is now. Now, I don't care which one of us gets our hands on you. Because no matter what happens, you will get your ass handed to you.

Your pals in The Mean Girls won't be able to save your sorry hyde from the worst scalping in SCW history. Remember Mercedes, you were the one who started all of this but it will be us who adds the next chapter. If you think we are going to be over after this match then you are sadly mistaken. Because I promised myself if I ever got my damn hands around your scrawny neck that I would take my time with you. This week starts the systematically destruction of one member of The Mean Girls.

I just hope you are up for it bitch. Because if you aren't, well it will be a long night for you.

Blanca wakes up from her long nap as she notices Zuri is sitting beside her. A smile comes across her face when she looks at her phone. She lays her head back on the pillow as she daydreams about destroying Mercedes.

I am sure you are going to be like everyone else around here Mercedes. You are going to come after me because I am considered to be the weakest link. Well, that is the first mistake you have made. You see between Zuri and myself we have at least 15 years of experience. Not to mention we have been trained by the best the world has to offer. I could careless who you paid to give you cheap fighting skills but they don't impress me one damn bit.

How many times have we knocked you the fuck out with just one blow? Where you needed several strikes with a steel chair against the back of my sister. The proves that we are superior to you Mercedes. It also proves that we are harder to beat then you realize. Last week, you were lucky to walk away with your limbs intact. If you think you are the first female to perform in the Prison Chamber Match then you need to read up on your match history. You are the first female in SCW history but that means nothing to me. The reason being I have been in that match myself. I know what kind of damage it can do but let's be honest Mercedes you will not be as lucky this week.

Don't start lining up your opponents for your SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship just yet because if Zuri or I beats you this week. Then we should pole vault over anyone who you want to become #1 Contender. Now, the Daughters of Darkness will make sure The Mean Girls' strong hold will not last very long. Madam Justice is coming to brand you the biggest prostitute since Chyna.

Zuri jumps up to her feet followed by Blanca. They high five each other before finishing their thought.

This week will be our finest hour as Justice Will Prevail in the end. Mercedes Vargas, there is really nothing you can do to stop us from spilling your blood. It's time someone rearranged your face. I wonder what you would look like if I knocked your nose underneath your ear. Maybe I could break your jawline. Maybe I could rip out your eyelashes. I bet you thought I would be the calm one well you were so wrong. I am the violent one of the two. Zuri is more using her brain to get something done but I get things done. Unless you haven't figured that out by now. Who is the one delivering the final blow during all of our confrontations? It was me. Get ready Mercedes, because I am coming for you.

For someone who didn't want to give me any of her time, you sure do love keeping my name in your breath. That tells me that you are full of shit. I swear your fucking head is so damn big that it will need it's own zip code. Well, that can be arranged because we are going to knock your head to Jupiter. Next, we will rip your arms out of it's sockets and shove them so far up your ass that you can walk like the ass monkey you really are. Then we will chop your legs off where you will have to scoot your way around instead complaining about what shoe goes with what outfit. Necra was right. The evil courses through my veins just like my blood.

The Mean Girls have no idea what they have done after crossing our paths during our first week in this company. Then that little bitch Mercedes will get what is coming to her. Climax Control will be the night Justice outshined the fashion rejects. The Daughters of Darkness will win the first battle in the growing war that is slowly beginning to brew. The bombshell division will be turned upside down. Just know Mercedes, WE RUN THIS TOWN!!!

Zuri walks out of focus as Blanca smirks.

NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.

Blanca's phone vibrates in her pocket as she pulls out it. She tilts the phone a bit to show Necra was the one calling her. Before she answers it she glances back up toward the camera.

No good deed goes unpunished. See you on Sunday bitch.

Blanca slides open her phone as she walks out of focus while talking to Necra.

 

~~ The Television Room ~~

Zuri and Blanca are sitting inside their television room as they are watching American Ninja Warrior. Zuri seems impressed by the competitors while Blanca is eating an ice cream sunday. Zuri glances over at her sister and chuckles.

Zuri Chastain
"I think I could win this kind of competition."

Blanca Chastain
"We both could do this sis but we should focus on that bitch Mercedes Vargas."

Zuri Chastain
"Oh, please Mercedes is scared of me. Why do you think she had to join Mean Girls? She can't fight on her own so she had to get back up. I bet she won't even answer my challenge. Just like a fashion slut, they can't finish what they started. She wants to be the best and yet she can't even beat Lady Justice."

Blanca Chastain
"What are we going to do? Are we just going to let Mercedes walk away from attacking us from behind and basically not getting herself some Lady Justice?"

The calm butler Mr. Carlson walks into the room carrying a tray of assorted drinks. He bends slightly to give the girls a glimpse of the tray. Zuri takes a bottle of Coke Zero as Blanca grabs a small glass of Almond Milk.

Mr. Carlson
"Would you like my advice my dear?"

Zuri Chastain
"I always love your advice Carlson."

Mr. Carlson
"Could it be possible that Ms. Vargas knew you were the superior athlete?"

Zuri Chastain
"I never thought of that Carlson. It could be a possibility."

Mr. Carlson
"My advice is if you want Mercedes' attention then do something to distract her. I also would be prepared for a battle with her new pals. You can take this advice or do something more daring."

Zuri Chastain
"Mr. Carlson, are you suggesting that Blanca and I do something a little more devious?"

Mr. Carlson gives a slight shrug of his shoulders as he tilts back up to a vertical base. A small smile comes across his face as he walks out of the room. Blanca jumps up to her feet then plops back down onto the couch.

Blanca Chastain
"So, are we going to take Carlson's advice? What are we going to do?"

Zuri finishes her drink, places it down on the glass coffee table then stands up to her feet. Blanca follows as Zuri walks toward the front door.

Zuri Chastain
"We take the fight to the bimbos."

Blanca nods her head in agreeance and joins her sister at the door. Zuri slips her keys off the hook as they walk out the door. Mr. Carlson is standing in the foyer with an uncharacteristic sinister smile across his face.

~~ Ruining a Return ~~

It's been days since Zuri and Blanca had left home heading for the venue where Climax Control is being held. The two sisters are driving the highway with their hair blowing in the breeze. Blanca flips on the radio when a news bulletin comes across the airwaves.

Radio Announcement
"Sin City Wrestling presents Climax Control on August 10 and it will be live from the Sound Night Club in Los Angeles, California. One of the matches that have been announced will be Roxi Johnson teaming with the returning Electra Styles as they face the unlikely team of Katherine Kensington and Zuri Justice. This match is bound to be a real barn burner for sure so check your local listings for broadcast details."

Blanca turns the radio back off after the announcement. Zuri shakes her head about this news as Blanca speaks out first.

Blanca Chastain
"Are they really serious right now? Who in the hell is Katherine Kensington? What happened to your proposed match against Mercedes Vargas? Do these people understand that we have a schedule to keep?"

Zuri Chastain
"Blanca, this is what I will have to deal with till I get what I want. I mean Electra Styles has been away for a long time. She could be very rusty and let's be honest Roxi Johnson still is a little unhinged. I'm not saying this is going to be an easy win for me but after the mood I am in. These two ladies are going to become the latest victims of their big egos."

Blanca Chastain
"What are you going to do about Katherine?"

Zuri Chastain
"As long as she stays the hell out of my way then it will be fine. The moment she sticks her pathetic lame nose in my business will be the last time she does anything. I am out to prove that Zuri Chastain aka Zuri Justice is a viable threat. I am done being held down by these staleness bitches."

They drive a little further down the road until Zuri pulls off onto a dirt road that leads to a deserted town. Zuri and Blanca looks at the town before cutting off the engine. Zuri looks at her sister before opening her car door. Blanca does the same as they are standing on the gravel ground that leads down main street. Blanca pops into a small one story building as Zuri continues walking down main street.

Zuri Chastain
"This town looks to be dead of life. This can explain the kind of style that Electra Styles brings every day and night. Her style bores the fans not only to sleep but makes them want to pluck their damn eyeballs out of their own eye sockets. Now Electra, I know you and I haven't worked with each other that much. I just want to say I have nothing against you or what you stand for. At this point in time, I am very much pissed off by what has been going around here lately.

Know I have heard that you consider yourself to be a weapon of seduction Electra. Tell me, what part of you would make a man want to lay a finger on you? I don't see anything seductive or provocative about you. You are too wholesome and even a little high strung. What is with all these bombshells in this company? All of you are too worried about breaking a damn nail or getting your hair fucked up. Like I said Electra, I have nothing against you. It's just I am going to picture you as Liz Smalls for the entire time.

I know you are a former Bombshell champion Electra so this is going to be test of my own endurance. Also I must rely heavily on my partner to actually be there to watch my back. Quite frankly, I don't trust that she can be reliable. She hasn't been around for starters and she's too much of a drama queen for me. Which is way I am warning her to stay the hell out of my way."

The sound of glass breaking stops Zuri in her tracks and looks around her. She turns slightly to see her sister jumping through a broken window in a small dress hop. Zuri begins to walk toward her sister as a small blonde woman is crawling around on the ground. Zuri stops as Blanca picks the woman off the ground and slams her against one of the wooden beams in front of the store.

Blanca Chastain
"Who are you?"

Woman
"Why does it even matter?"

Blanca Chastain
"Because if you don't tell me who you are then I will be force to hurt you."

Woman
"I am a resident of this town. I have been labeled a nobody by all of those high class divas."

Zuri steps up onto the porch area as the woman jumps a bit. Blanca lets go of her as the woman doesn't move.

Zuri Chastain
"Let me guess, you are a victim of the Mean Girls as well. Why am I not surprised? Those slut whores don't have a charitable bone in their entire body. I really hope SCW wises up and let's me get my hands around Mercedes' neck. It's high time we find out just how tough she can really be."

Blanca Chastain
"Maybe after you get finished with the heroes of SCW then you can take out the villains. I believe that's how this thing works here."

Zuri smashes her fist into her hand before walking away from the two ladies.

~~ The Shoot ~~

Zuri finds a wooden barn and leans against it. She shoves her hands into her jeans pockets while sticking her thumbs out. She looks around the deserted town while still having her sunshades on her face.

"Climax Control is the night where justice will once again be dished out in a timely fashion. Normally I would have a personal animosity against my opponents but this is one of the rare times where I have no hard feelings toward any of them. I mean you have the heroes in Roxi Johnson and Electra Styles. These two ladies are looking to give the paying crowd in LA exactly what they want. Well, that just isn't going to happen.

You see this match is the one match I need to get myself into the potential threat category here in SCW. It seems like I have yet to be taken as a serious competitor on this roster. The best way for me to get my name known around here is by making a huge impact. That is exactly what I will do this week on Climax Control. Roxi Johnson and Electra Styles, you both have your hands full this time around. You are not going to walk all over me like you want to do.

Zuri Chastain is going to shut the naysayers up once and for all. I will finally get put on the map. The heroes will fall. Roxi, I know you are the resident super hero but let's be honest. You are just an average woman with average abilities. Yes, you are a former 2x SCW Bombshell champion but that also means you've lost that belt 2 times. Which makes me wonder, if you are this mega super-heroine then why couldn't hold the title longer huh. That is something you may want to ask yourself one of these days.

Like when you are alone inside your hotel room, looking up at the ceiling and contemplating whether I give two fucks about my opponents. I can see it in your eyes Roxi that you don't consider me to be threat inside that ring. You don't think I am dangerous. You think I am just a mediocre female with family problems. Well let me tell you something, I will take you and Electra down a peg if needed. I am not afraid of having to do it on my own.

I don't even know if my tag partner is going to show the hell up. So I must get ready for anything I guess. Like, I better get ready for a handicap match because that's what this match boils down to. This match will turn into a one gigantic handicap match where I will probably get screwed by either Mercedes Vargas or some other talentless bimbo.

Ladies, you better get ready for no one cross Lady Justice. It is one of those things that will make you hate yourself in the morning. Everyone should remember that no good deed goes unpunished. With all the being said, let me leave you both with these words of wisdom. THE ANTI HERO RISES and that ladies is something you can't stop. It's time for me to BREAK A BIMBO. See you on Sunday."

Zuri leans off the barn and walks back toward her sister as the scene begins to fade.

 Part 1: The beginning

It's a rather chilly night in 1983, when George and Christine Pennington are walking down the main streets of London. George has his arm wrapped around the waist of Christine as they are coming home from seeing Phantom of the Opera in the local theatre. They share smiles with each other as they continue to walk. George stops to pick up a newspaper from off the wet concrete when several big burly chaps quietly walk out from the dark alleyway they just passed. George stands up as a wealthy American man comes walking down the sidewalk coming towards them. Christine tries to plead with the burly gentlemen.

Christine Pennington: Please don't hurt us. We have four children at home who need their parents.

Masked Individual: Don't worry madam we promise the pain will only last for a minute or two.

George brings his wife in close to him as the American man inches closer to the scared English Aristocrats. George fumbles through his jacket pocket and pulls out his wallet. His hand starts shaking as the man stops right in front of him while smoking a Cuban cigar.

George Pennington: Go ahead chap, take all me bloody money. Just don't hurt us.

The man pulls out the cigar and blows a puff of smoke into the air.

Albert Justice: Now, why would I do a thing like that when I can get anything my heart desires?

George Pennington: Look, we have several bank accounts in Sweden, Switzerland and even the United States. I will be happy to give you all the information for them just don't hurt me or my wife.

Albert looks to the big muscular guy on the right of Mr. Pennington and nods at him. The muscular guy jams his right elbow into the spinal area of Mr. Pennington's back. George drops to his knees after screaming out in pain. Albert lifts George's chin with his hand and blows smoke into his face.

Albert Justice: I want what is mine, you sorry bloody bitch.

George's eyes begin to water as he looks directly into Albert's eyes.

George Pennington: Yours? What in the bloody Hades are you talking about mister?

Albert Justice: I understand you and your wife had twins not to long ago.

Christine fights back tears as the burly man yanks George's arms behind him while turning him to face his wife. Albert Justice lets out a sinister laugh as he kicks George in the sternum.

Albert Justice: Oh, this is straight gold. You bloody don't even know that your very beautiful wife has been keeping a secret from you all this time.

George looks at a Christine.

George Pennington: What is this man talking about darling?

Christine Pennington: Honey, Zuri and Blanca are not really yours.

George Pennington: What are you talking about they are mine? I watched them enter this world.

Albert pulls out his Smith and Wesson Colt .45 and sticks it in the face of Christine.

Albert Justice: Go ahead. Tell him about that passionate night we had one September night in 1980.

Christine Pennington: For the record, you drugged me.

Albert Justice: So I did but do you think I am going to let you two scumbags raise my two daughters.

Christine Pennington: Please, don't kill us.

Albert Justice: Kill you? I wouldn't waste a bullet on either of you. In fact, my gun is empty. I just use it for dramatic effect. I feel it adds to the hole bad guy persona that I am going for right now.

George Pennington: What are you going to do with us?

Albert stands straight up and scratches his chin.

Albert Justice: You know, I haven't thought about that step. I just want my kids.

George Pennington: You can have them.

Christine Pennington: George! Don't give into his demands.

Albert Justice: Too late toots, the man has spoken. Now I am going to go get what is mine.

Albert twirls his gun around his finger and sticks into his holster. Right as he does this, the gun goes off causing him to jump. He looks around and sees that both parents are still alive. He breathes a sigh of relief until a giant lightning bolt strikes the ground around them. The electricity in the bolt connects with a long standing puddle of water as the current travels down the water and frying everyone standing in the water. Albert shields his eyes from the many sparks from a down power line. He uncovers his eyes to see his men and the parents lying face down on the ground. He gets to his feet, walks over to both parents and lifts their heads off the ground. He places them back down and scratches his chin again.

Albert Justice: Oh, bloody hell, this was not the plan. There is some major voodoo going on around here. There is no rain clouds hanging over head so where did that lightning strike come from. I better scoot my butt out of here before I join the fried corpses of London.

Albert walks up the steps leading to the Pennington residence as Mr. Carlson opens the door. He greets Albert with a polite smile as a maid brings both Zuri and Blanca to the door. Albert takes both girls in his hand and starts to leave. He stops to ask Mr. Carlson to join him as another caregiver for his two young daughters. Mr. Carlson agrees and joins them on their journey back to the states.

Part 2: Lady Justice

Fast forward 20 years, as Zuri Justice graduates from the Holt Wrestling Academy in Atlanta, Georgia and returns to Webster, South Dakota to resume her duties as Lead Executive to her father's business. While she is sitting in her office, her identical twin sister Blanca walks into the office holding a flyer for Sin City Wrestling.

Blanca: Hiya sis, how's, the youngest executive in dad's business doing today?

Zuri: I swear if I get one more complaint about the work conditions from another worker I am going start firing people left and right. Other than that I am doing okay.

Blanca places the flyer on Zuri's desk while sitting down in one of the chairs adjacent to her own. Zuri catches a glimpse of the flyer from the corner of her eye as she picks it up.

Zuri: What is this?

Blanca: It's a flyer for a wrestling company out in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Zuri: Why? How did you get one of these?

Blanca: I got it from their website. I figured it's been awhile since you wrestled and I thought you wanted to get back into it.

Zuri: This is a joke right. It's been 6 months since I even had a damn match Blanca. I don't even know where my wrestling gear got off too.

Blanca: Well have you bothered to ask Mr. Carlson?

Zuri: No, I don't want to bother that sweet old man.

Blanca: Well, you better find your gear fast.

Zuri: Why? What did you get me into now?

Blanca: Now that hurts Zuri. Why would you think I'd do such a thing to my sister?

Zuri: Because I am your sister and you are always getting me into trouble. Now what is the reason for me to find my wrestling gear.

Blanca: I may have got you hired into Sin City Wrestling.

Zuri: You did WHAT!? Why would you do such a thing? Did you even bother to ask me?

Blanca: I was only trying to help. You said it yourself. This place is about to drive you nuts and well I am getting bored being stuck in this shitty rat hole. This is good chance for us to reconnect as sisters.

Zuri: What are you talking about "us"?

Blanca: Well I am coming with you along with Mr. Carlson.

Zuri lets out a laugh as she gets up from behind her desk. She grabs several files off her desk and steps over to the filing cabinet.

Blanca: What is so funny?

Zuri: That you actually think I'd let you come with me if I decide to join the SCW.

Blanca: Zuri, do you really want people to find out about your little secret? If I came along then we can watch each others back.

Zuri slams the top drawer of the filing cabinet shut while thinking.

Zuri: Alright, that would be a good idea. Now why does Mr. Carlson need to come? Doesn't dad need him here?

Blanca: It was the only way dad would let me go with you. Something about when you and I are together trouble seems to follow. He's hoping this will keep us out of trouble.

Zuri and Blanca look at each other before bursting into straight laughter.

Zuri: That's our dad for ya. He loves us but he doesn't trust us. Then again he is right, we always seem to find trouble. Ironically, I am okay with that. I've always been the goody-goody who played by the damn rules and every time I got hurt in the process. Well, this time the tables will be turned. I will cause as much chaos and havoc that I can humanly create.

Blanca: That's the spirit and you are going to need that kind of thinking for the upcoming Climax Control.

Blanca heads for the door before Zuri steps in front of her.

Zuri: Climax Control? What is that and why do I need to prepare for it?

Blanca: Oh, did I forget to mention that you have a match on Climax Control? It's their weekly television show aired all over the world.

Zuri: Match? Did you just say I have a match?

Blanca: Um, yes. You are facing some heavy metalhead Jessie Salco in your debut match.

Zuri: Who in the blue monkey balls is that?

Blanca: I don't really know to be honest. All I could find is that she has been on a major roll beating bombshells left and right. Apparently she is really tough and if you are not focused then she could make you look like a school girl on the school yard.

Zuri: We shall see about that sis. I have yet to be pinned or made to submit in my career thus far. I am not about to let some heavy metal fan chick end that feat. Where is this match taking place?

Blanca: Antananarivo, Madagascar - Batu Beach

Zuri: Where in the hell is that?

Blanca: My guess is in Africa and it sounds like a beach resort.

Zuri: Sounds like we need to sweet talk daddy in order for us to use his private jet.

Blanca: You do it. I just got on his good side. I don't need to be back on the bad side.

Zuri chuckles as the two of them walk out of her office.

Part 3: Sin City Wrestling debut

Three days have passed as Zuri Justice is still getting settled into the Sin City Wrestling bombshell locker room. She sits on the cold metal bench in front of her locker and pulls on her boots. She finishes snapping them when her twin sister Blanca walks into the locker room. Without saying a word, Zuri stands up and gets a thumbs up from her sister as they walk out of the locker room together. SCW head reporter Pussy Willow meets Zuri and Blanca right as they step out of the locker room.

Pussy Willow: Hello everyone this is Pussy Willow standing backstage with the newest bombshell on the SCW roster Zuri Justice. Zuri, what are you most excited about being here in Sin City Wrestling?

Zuri looks at Pussy and shakes her head in complete disgust.

Zuri Justice: Look Blanca, I just found the long lost Kardashian sister. No wonder their show got cancelled. Pussy, if you really want to know what I am most excited about then you might want to watch Climax Control very closely as your little hero Jessie Salco is going to find out first hand why you don't cross Lady Justice.

Pussy looks at Zuri and shakes off those comments.

Pussy Willow: You seem very confident that you will defeat Jessie. Do you care to tell us how you are going to do it?

Zuri glances over at Blanca before wrapping her hand around Pussy's throat and slamming her up against the wall.

Zuri Justice: I am going to say this once so listen very closely. I do not disclose my winning ways to anyone so if you value your larynx then I suggest never asking me that again.

Zuri lets go of Pussy as she instinctively grabs at her throat. She looks up at Zuri with tears streaming down her cheek.

Pussy Willow: You are a bitch. I hope Jessie Salco ruins your debut.

Zuri looks at her sister again before pulling Pussy and plants a juicy wet kiss on her lips. Right as Zuri let's go, Blanca knocks Pussy out with a straight kick to her throat. Zuri kneels down, grabs Pussy up by her hair and brings her right up to her mouth.

Zuri Justice: I know I am a bitch but honey NO ONE crosses Lady Justice.

Zuri shoves Pussy back down on her face as she stands up to her feet. Zuri demands the camera man to point the camera at her.

Zuri Justice: All I have heard since my arrival in SCW is that Jessie Salco is the hero for all those in the fans. Not to mention she is an avid heavy metal follower. Tell me something Jessie Salco, where does is it show on my face that I give a damn about your favorite kind of music? Where is it written that I should be scared of you? Do you have any idea of who I am? I am the harbinger of all that is evil. I can rip you apart without even breaking a sweat.

I also see that you are a high flyer well darling so am I. That's as close as it gets to us being similar. You get your jollies from bringing these sorry sacks of chicken waste a something good to watch while I enjoy destroying their dreams by dismantling their heroes.  Jessie, I hope you understand that I am not about to let some metal geek beat me. I plan to keep my winning record as a professional record in the high numbers. Just like you can't handle a loss well Lady Justice doesn't like losing. In fact, in the past 6 months before now I have this unpinned or made to submit streak going for me and I aim to keep it going. With that said Jessie, Climax Control will see three things happening.

Number 1) A new bitch surfacing from the smoke and mirrors that is SCW. Number 2) The Heavy Metal Bombshell gets a rude awakening after she falls victim to the Long Kiss Goodbye. Number 3) Everyone will finally realize that NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.

Welcome to the Hellmouth Jessie. Please make yourself right at home after I send you packing to the Hellmouth Motel. Know this Jessie...NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.

Zuri kicks the camera man in the balls as he falls to his knees. He drops the camera causing it shatter into a million pieces as Zuri and Blanca laugh as they walk off into the shadows of the hallway. The cameraman rolls around grasping at his balls as the scene fades.