Last night “Sin City Wrestling” Bombshell Becky “Ragdoll Jones was arrested by local authorities, after launching an unprovoked attack on several members of the SCW security, following a argument over her lack of matches with the company over the last two weeks. Jones who’d made her return to the ring after a five year absence, had previously lost her debut but was said to still be extremely confident about her future with the company, making this attack only all the more surprising.
Current sources state that the Bombshell had been frustrated that she had yet to have a follow up match from her debut and had gone to the arena to personally challenge the SCW bosses, only instead to find herself in a conflict with the company’s security team, several who she managed to injure before being subdued and arrested, with atleast one member of the security team, known to have suffered a serious concussion as a result of this encounter, with several others sporting slightly less severe injuries.
Needless to say all eyes are now on the SCW management team to see how they handle the situation, especially as they have been noticeably quite in announcing their resolution or the future of Jones with the company, with current reports from inside the booking team stating that Jones is still very much part of the company, while frustratingly not revealing if such attention grabbing antics have either got Jones more noticed or banished to the lower ranks, leaving everyone eagerly awaiting the next edition of the show to find out her fate.
Source: The Wrestling Informer (22/10/12)
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Walking out of the police station, wearing the same hooded top and jeans combo I’ve now had on since my arrest over 24 hours ago, while the local police shuffled paperwork and tired to figure out what to do with me next, not that I was particularly concerned seeing how I always knew that it would ultimately be for show, rather than having any legal consequences thanks to the SCW bosses not exactly wanting to bring that kind of attention on the company, it would always be better for them to drop any charges and pay off any of the disgruntled guards, now facing the lifetime of embarrassment, knowing that they had been beaten up by a girl. Still had they decided to show some balls and pursue it further it would have been equally fruitless as my other employers, would have no doubt made it disappear the same way they had countless times before, a trick only made the easier when you essentially control everything and outrank any branch of law enforcement. Hell even I didn’t know how much control “The Company” really held it went that far back, shrouded and plus it was never good to question your employers motives unless they directly impacted on yourself.
Walking down the steep steps outside the precinct which lead to the curb, I see Andre sitting on the bonnet of his yet black and highly prized Subaru impreza, wearing jeans and a black and red hooded top which zips up the front, disguising his mahogany chizzled torso below. Seriously this guy looks like he was carved out of wood when he takes off his shirt, not that he really gets much chance to considering that the temperature in Portland struggles frequently to resemble anything that could be considered warm. His face is none the less chizzled with his strong jaw and cueball head, which as per usual he is hiding underneath his beanie, yet no doubt turning a few heads while he’s been sitting out here, not that I really saw him that way, considering that we had been partners for years, making him more of a brother from another mother, than us having any kind of romantic connection and plus we had a good partnership with his constant cool headedness providing a useful counter to my impulsiveness.
“Well look at this morose motherf**ker! You not think we have enough work without you going out and finding even more trouble for yourself.”
He shouts upon seeing me, raising several startled glances from several passerby’s whom he just ignores as he flashes me a pearly white smile, getting up from the bonnet to walk over to me.
“Yeah well you know that sometimes, you just have to make these kinds of statements to ensure that someone is listening.”
I say giving bumping first and hugging him in our usual greeting for each other.
“Well I think its safe to say that you managed that, as the old internet has exploded in activity since your little stunt, so it would seem you had some kind of effect that much is true. Infact you’ve now been booked for a match in Vegas next Sunday looking at the fax which came through to the office this morning, which works out really well for us as that is were out next job is.”
“We have a job aswell?”
“Yeah. Nothing too special just a bunch of bail jumpers which considering that it’s Vegas makes it none the less surprising, especially with the amount of bail bondsmen working the city, they have almost as many runners as they have gamblers.”
“True, true but work is work and plus it’s not our place to question the demands of our employers but rather to go we are told, do what needs to be done and more importantly get paid!”
I say as we head towards the car, opening the door to the passenger side and picking up the files which sit on the seat, as I now climb in closing the door behind me as Andre climbs into the driver’s seat.
“After all we are bounty hunters not social workers!”
“Well that is true I guess”
He says starting the car and pulling out and quickly driving down the road, as I quickly glance through the files seeing the usual gormless looking criminals or runners, faces which highlight often a hint of inbreeding within the genetic pool or a distinct lack of anything really happening in their skulls, with what brains they hold rotted by years of cheap liquor, hard drugs and broken dreams. This collection only providing further proof that we couldn’t all grow up to be rock stars, corrupt politicians or billionaires as society would frequently have us belive we could be.
Closing the last file, I now turn my attention to the print out containing the next match card, with my match showing highlighted. Glancing over at me Andre continues to smile as he speaks again, snapping me suddenly out of my daze.
“You know I found a spider that had hung itself in my bathroom this morning”
“Hung itself? As in with a tiny noose??”
I say with a questioning look on my face, wondering he is going on about?
“Well I couldn’t tell that much, but certainly was just there swinging in the breeze and didn’t seem to be doing much else.”
“Is that even possible? I mean the sheer logistics of the thing, let alone the whole bunch of questions it brings up, regarding the psychology of archnids which right now it is honestly too early and I’m too caffeine deprived to even start thinking about. Honestly right now we are best just stopping off at my place, so we can gear up and move out, as we have some gormless idiot out there in Vegas whose bounty we need to be claiming.”
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We were two hours drive still away from Vegas and the desert road continues to stretch endlessly ahead of us, making us feel at times like your just driving on a conveyor belt, which things which may have been interesting before such as seeing a tumbleweed are now only viewed as being “Oh great another tumbleweed…big whoop”. True we could have just flown out, but considering the equipment we were carrying in the back, things like that only tend to raise questions, especially when your trying to justify luggage which makes you look somewhere between a crazed survivalist and a S&M dominatrix.
“So who have they got you facing this week?”
Andre says glancing over at me as I mindfully stare out of the window some place else, snapping back to reality I now look over at him.
“Huh? Oh I’ve got myself a tag match this week, as part of the SCW Halloween Spooktactular. True it might be a week early, but makes more sense than it being a week late I guess.”
“I guess, but how happy are you being a tag partner, as I remember back in the day you used to hate those kinds of matches.”
I smile slightly remembering those years when I’d been a young spitfire in the ring, not giving a damn about anyone and clawing my way up the ranks, in a time what was considered possibly the most competitive time for female wrestling and while it I had put off my return to the ring, I couldn’t say that I wasn’t feeling that same passion again as even now I couldn’t wait for my match this week. To get back out there and show this new generation of Bombshells how you really kicked some ass.
“Yeah well when your young and dumb, you think that only the women’s title is the one which matters, you don’t care about earning your bones with in the company, you just want to get to the top as quickly as possible”
“Young and dumb?” Andre laughs as he shakes his head slightly forcing me to punch his arm.
“You make yourself sound like an old timer, as you have only been away from the ring for five years”
“True but in this industry that could be considered a lifetime. But as I was trying to say, when you get older you realise that all the belts come with the same respect and honour and that it is a better to be a master of many styles of wrestling than just one and this week I will only prove this point further when I kick the asses of those two bitches from “Bel Combattenti. Speaking of which you have just reminded me that I should really send them some kind of message, after all I wouldn’t want them thinking that I might actually be daunted by the prospect of facing them this week”
I smile as I turn grabbing my pack from the backseat and pulling out the video camera, pressing the buttons thoughtfully as I gather my thoughts, before attaching it to the dash and hitting record.
“Greetings Bel Combattenti and what an exciting week we find ourselves in this week as your no doubt thinking that you’re untouchable because of those titles around your waist, but trust me ladies your only as good as your next opponent and I assure you I’m not like any bombshell you may have faced before as right now I am ready to crack skulls and tear the bombshell roster apart and with my partner in crime Jessie Salco a partner so perfect a match its almost fate, which honestly must be quite the warning sign for you ladies, especially as we are both more than happy to relieve you of those titles.
Now while Jessie and myself may be teaming up for the first time, hell this is going to be our first meeting ever, but already from what I have seen I can tell that me and here are very much on the same wavelength, as we are both not afraid to bleed and do what it takes to make a name for ourselves in this company which this week sadly…well for you two atleast it means making an example of you both, for while you might be considering yourself hot shit right now, just remember that nothing lasts forever and this week it’s a lesson we will only further enforce.
So hows about it Bel Combattenti? Your ready to come out and play!!”
With these last words I end the recording smiling to myself as we Vegas appears on the horizon were destiny awaits.
