[Eiley]

Thursday, March 30, 2023-OFF CAMERA

The young blonde had rushed into her hotel room from the sliding glass doors, thankful that she was in a ground entry hotel room with that access. And that she had been smart enough to leave it unlocked earlier in the evening. The night had not gone as Eiley had wanted and now she was tasked with ridding her hands of the blood that was now coating them.

She had not expected him to have been in Barbados and she thought leaving California and the states would have eliminated the chance of running into him again. But he was in Barbados and had cornered her in his hotel room after coaxing her into the room under false pretenses. She hadn’t realized who it was and she had assumed it was one of the dates she had set up from earlier in the night to obtain more money. But when he showed up in the hotel room, she knew that it was not the guy she had originally booked.

Eiley: “Shit, shit, shit.”

She was trying not to panic, but she could feel that feeling rising up inside of her as she stares at the blood on her hands before looking down at the shirt she was wearing and seeing splotches of it on it as well She tears the shirt off, leaving her in her bra as she hurries into the bathroom and turns the shower on, making it as cold as it could go and as cold as she thought she could stand it. She doesn’t bother fully undressing any more as she gets into the shower, trying to scrub the blood out of the shirt and off of her skin, the cold water hitting her skin and her teeth start chattering as she scrubs her shirt, trying to get the blood out of the clothing.

Eiley: “What am I going to do?”

The chill of the water didn’t seem to bother her as she works the soap into the shirt before deciding that it was pointless and drops the garment to the bottom of the shower. She shivers as she slowly turns the temperature of the water up so she wasn’t shivering anymore.

FLASHBACK of sorts

March of 2018   

The amount of families that Eiley had  found herself in had started  to pile up and she couldn’t remember all of them. But she did know that the Clemsens had been one of the worst ones, if not the absolute worst. They had only wanted her in their house to get the money from the government; they hadn’t cared that she’d told them that their teenage son, who had almost been  eighteen years old at the time, had been peeping in on her when she changed and when she showered. They had just told her that she needed to be more careful when she changed and that she should lock the door to the bathroom when she showered. As if that hadn’t crossed her mind in the first place, he knew how to pick the lock to the bathroom.

She had only been with the Clemsens for about three months, but she had not been a fan of staying at their house if she could find somewhere else to crash for the night. Which is what had happened the night before when she had crashed some high school party as a freshman, and they hadn’t kicked her out. Instead, they had invited her in and showed her probably some of the most fun she’d had in her entire life. She’d crashed in one of the rooms on some couch and hadn’t been bothered for most of the night. But it was morning and she had to return to the Clemsen’s house, and she had figured it would have been safe as they would have been at church like the fake little God-loving family they had been at the time. They had never made her go with them because they really didn’t care much about her well-being and they liked to pretend that she didn’t exist.

She had been thankful that it had not been too long of a walk from the party house to the Clemsen’s house. She hadn’t wanted to spend what little cash she had on an Uber, and she hadn’t dared call her foster family for a ride. She had been perfectly capable of walking the short distance to the house. She had made her way through the party house and had noticed that there were several other people that were passed out on the floor and other surfaces that only teenagers could see as a bed. Or a place to sleep for one night only. There had been people at the party that she hadn’t known and some that she did know and didn’t like; it was a wild mixture of people and she wanted to get home to take a shower before the Clemsens arrived home.

The walk had only taken her roughly ten minutes before she had arrived in front of the simple house that the Clemsen family had lived in. She took a breath before she pulled out the key that they had given her, and she jogged up the front steps before she unlocked the door and let herself into the house. She locked the door behind her before going to the room that was considered to have been hers. It hadn’t been much if she was honest, but it had been more than what some previous foster homes had given her. It had a twin-sized bed, a dresser, and a small closet and that was really all she had needed. She didn’t require much, and she never wanted to seem like a bother to the family more than she felt she already was, anyways.

She had grabbed all of the things that she would need for a shower and slipped into the bathroom that was just down the hall. She flipped the lock into place before she started the shower and turned the temperature to as hot as she liked it before she undressed and stepped under the spray of water. She had always tried to take quick showers; wanting to be in and out before her pervy foster brother, Dean got a glimpse of her.

She had only been in the shower for roughly eight minutes when she had heard the door open to the bathroom and then heard whoever it was try to shut it soundlessly. She froze for a moment and weighed her options in her head.[/i]

Eiley: “Who’s there?”

The quiet still filled the bathroom and the running of the shower could only be heard. Eiley had felt her heart beating quickly in her chest as she slowly stepped away from the shower curtain.

Eiley: “This isn’t funny, Dean.”

She hadn’t liked the way the eerie feeling had filled her body as she could feel the intensity of the situation around her. Within seconds, the shower curtain had been yanked open and her foster brother, Dean Clemsen was standing there, a slimy smirk on his face. He had very obviously took his time in looking her naked body over and had made sure that he had kept her cornered in the shower.

Dean: “You know, for a person that nobody wants, you sure look good.”

Eiley glared at him and had tried to cover her body up so that he couldn’t look at her any more, but she’d had little hands and there had not been much she could do about it. Dean just laughed, the noise having sounded like a hyena of sorts.

Eiley: “Just leave me alone, Dean.”

Dean had just laughed at her as he had known that Eiley had held little to no power in his house. And he had expected to exploit it out of her.

Dean: “Or what, Eiley? Nobody’s ever going to believe an unwanted rat like you.”

She glared at him and even though she had wanted to not have let his words bother her, she couldn’t deny that they had stung just a little bit.

Eiley: “At least I can get laid on my own without the use of illegal drugs or sheer force.”

She was not supposed to have known about Dean’s issues and legal troubles he had once gotten into. But when they weren’t home, she had gone snooping in the father’s office and had found the documents about Dean’s discrepancies. And the amount of money his parents had paid off the alleged victims. She watched as his eyes darkened as he realized she knew what had gone on years or so ago.

Dean: “You little bitch.”

He lunged at her and she had let out a scream as he missed. She grabbed a bottle of body wash and threw it at him and hoped that it would deter him from trying again. It hadn’t mattered as she heard the front door open and she heard the voices of his parents. He glared at her before he spit at her.

Dean: “This isn’t over.”[/color]

END OF FLASHBACK of sorts

Even though she is currently standing in a hotel room’s shower and was supposed to have an unlimited supply of hot water, the water was starting to have a slight chill to it. She numbly reaches for the handle to the shower and turns the water off. She grabs one of the towels that were hanging on towel bar and wraps it around her body. She still was not sure what she was supposed to do and he wasn’t seriously injured but there had been a lot of blood. She only acted in self defense when he wouldn’t leave her alone and had kept trying to make advances on her, so she had hit him hard and his nose had busted and blood gushed everywhere.   She had never been a fan of blood and she could not for the life of her remember why; it was as if that memory was blocked as she was not allowed to retrieve it from the depths of her brain.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror as the water drips down from her hair and down her face. This week was supposed to be about her future, but all she is doing is trying to outrun her past. She wanted to spend the week in Barbados, looking for locations that the bosses might find interesting for her to film her promo but her past just wouldn’t let her outrun it.

Eiley: “This is never going to stop…”

She was tired of outrunning her past but she did not know how to handle Dean Clemsen now that he was a full fledged adult, years older than her and even though she was trained to the best of her abilities, she still couldn’t stand up to him. She had frozen in front of him in his hotel room as he had taunted her, cornering her against the wall and all of the fear had rolled into a ball in her stomach and she just reacted and ran.

She knows that she is currently an adult and could report him to the authorities but they had never believed her before, so why would they believe her now? She did not feel as if she was any more believable at the age of twenty-one than she had been at sixteen, almost seventeen. She hits the mirror hard with her left hand, breaking it and managing to slice her hand open. She doesn’t seem to mind the pain as it takes her mind off of her problem as she watches the blood drop down her hand and she just stands there before looking for the first aid kit that many hotel rooms had. She takes her time in cleaning the wound as her blood stains the towel a bright, crimson shade. She wraps her hand with the gauze and tape before looking at the washed out look color on her face.

Eiley: “Oliver.”

She had almost forgotten that he was in the same location that she was and probably even in the same hotel. She knew that whatever they were or weren’t, he would maybe help her. Even if she had to ignore the feelings, she did feel for him so she could not fall for him, she could not think about swallowing those down at the moment. She hurries up with her tape job before walking into the main area of her hotel room and rummages through her suitcase and throws on a pair of spandex Nike shorts that were more like volleyball shorts and an oversized tee, forgetting about a bra.

She runs her fingers through her soaking wet hair and grimaces before trying her best to use the towel to get the excess water out of it. She gives up before grabbing her hotel key card and leaving her room. She could not for the life of her remember what room Oliver had told her he was in when they had ran into one another before and had their usual interaction. She was not even sure that he would help her out or even remotely care but he was the only option she had.

She was not sure that he is on the same floor that she currently is but she moves through the hotel before deciding to go to the lobby and ask the receptionist. She knew that she would have to lie but she didn’t care. She hides her hotel key card in the side of her hidden spandex shorts as she makes her way down to the front desk, where a thirty-something old woman sits, looking through a gossip magazine. She rushes right up to the front desk and hits the top of it a few times, trying to get the woman’s attention.

Eiley: “I need the room of Oliver Zahn, please.”

The woman just barely looks up from her magazine to see the almost crazed look in Eiley’s eyes. She sighs in an audibly annoyed tone before typing in the name into her computer.

Front Desk Lady: “Room 805.”

Eiley was relieved that she hadn’t had to show ID or make up some ridiculous lie. She spits out a hurried thank you before turning and running right for the elevator and jams her thumb into the up button repeatedly until the doors open and she steps inside. She repeats the process with the number eight, jamming her thumb into it until the doors close and the elevator begins to move up. She tries to be still in the elevator shaft before sighing as it finally stops at the eighth floor and she barely waits for the doors to open before she squeezes through them and runs down the hallway and stops at room 805. She doesn’t even take a moment to breathe before she starts pounding on Oliver’s closed hotel room door.

Eiley: “Olly! Please open up….please.”

She didn’t care if she sounded frantic, she just wanted him to open the door. She continues to pound until he finally opens the door and she looks up into his eyes, a scared/terrified look in her own eyes.

Eiley: “I need your help…”

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Friday, March 31, 2023-ON CAMERA

“You know, Barbados was never a location that I thought I would ever step foot in. It was not even on my bucket list but when I was being trained almost exactly a year ago, with the intention of entering this tournament, my trainer told me that I had to be prepared for nearly anything. And that I had to make sure that I had a passport because the excuse of not having one was not going to get me out of this match.”

There was only the a step stool in the middle of a wrestling ring with the young woman sitting on it in a simple pair of jeans and the turquoise crop top that stated that Mikah was Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s favorite Bombshell.. No gimmicky location, even though she was told that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood enjoyed that type of thing. But Eiley didn’t have the energy to entertain the thought and she had spent the entire week running from her past.

“My debut has been almost a year in the works and my trainer, the greatest Bombshell of all time, knew that after she won the tournament last year, she was done with competition and that she wanted to spend her retirement in Hawaii. She didn’t get what she wanted out of winning the tournament and she had made her mind up that she was done. But she knew that leaving SCW without a protégé of sorts was not something she wanted to do. So, she set out and she found me.”

A smirk here, a smirk there.

“She didn’t want to leave the company with no promising new talent on the horizon, so here I am. The next greatest Bombshell of all time. Is that bold? Maybe, but it’s the truth. And Courtney Pierce can say that she was Mikah’s protégé but she’s not anymore because it’s me.”

Another smirk easily appears on the young girl’s face.

“And just who am I?”

A small pause.

“My name is Eiley and I’m the next Greatest Bombshell of All Time.”

If there was one thing Eiley was, it was confident; it was almost as if she had an on and off switch when it came to pushing things out of her mind.

“But do I think that this tournament is going to prove to everybody in the back that I’m the next greatest bombshell of all time?”

She makes a face before shrugging her shoulders.

“Probably not. Especially when I saw who Kain and I were booked against this week on Climax Control. Is this a negative mindset? Probably. But is it accurate? Even more so. Because J2H and Devona are hands down the favorite to win this tournament. Even as a rookie, I can tell you that. Just by the way the spoiled rich kid acts on Twitter but has the record to back up what he says.”

She wasn’t too fond of social media and purposely only posted pictures with weird captions on them for a reason.

“He could arguably be the greatest Superstar that Sin City Wrestling has ever seen. His record definitely states that he is. His personality is a little douchey, but with his money and resume, most people are quick to overlook his shitty personality.”

She shrugs her shoulders again. She didn’t really care about J2H because she didn’t have to step in the ring with him; that was Kain’s responsibility. She had to worry about Devona and she did not have faith in her own abilities to be able to take her down. And she didn’t even know much about her tag team partner other than he is a former SCW Heavyweight Champion, which should have been impressive, but it wasn’t really. That championship seemed to be passed around more than a baby at a holiday gathering.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck about J2H. He means absolutely nothing to me other than he’s a rich little brat who can get whatever he wants with a simple snap of his fingers. He never had to worry about where his next meal was coming from or if he was going to have a roof over his head. But that’s not the point, because I do not get to step into the ring against him. I however get the pleasure…”

A look crosses her face.

“In facing Devona.”

She doesn’t say anything at the moment, letting the silence fill the area.

“Do I know much about her? No, not really. What I do know, is that she has some substance to her name. I did do a little research on her and the little I could find, was just mid. And if I am going to guess, she’s going to boast about beating Mikah in 2017 for the Bombshell Internet Championship like it was something to be proud of. But it is the only thing that Devona can hang her hat on; otherwise she’s a flash in the skillet. And another part timer just like her partner, J2H.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“The most decent thing that I could find about her is that she beat Mikah for Bombshell Internet Championship in 2017. And when I called Mikah earlier this week when  I was doing my research to ask about it, Mikah laughed. She could barely get an answer out when I had to ask twice about her thoughts on Devona.”

A small frown cross Eiley’s eyes.

“Do you all want to know what she told me? Do you want to know what the greatest Bombshell of all time thinks? I know you all miss seeing her on your screen and I saw how there were some people wishing that she had thrown her name into the tournament this year, so don’t deny that you’re not curious about what her thoughts were.”

She rolls her eyes in mere irritation, a similar look that Mikah used to wear so well.

“She had nothing to say about Devona. That is how little she cares about how Devona beat her for the Bombshell Internet Championship in 2017. She stated she didn’t care then and she does not care now. She told me that she wanted to lose the championship at that time because she wanted the Bombshell Championship back. And guess what?”

Another smirk spreads across her face as she looks at the camera before simply pushing her hair out of her face.

“She did just that. So, I’m going to look at this match just like a stepping stone to what I desire to be next. Devona may be excellent in the ring and she is definitely more seasoned in the ring than I am. But she was not trained by the greatest bombshell of all time. I have been and I still am. She may be a GO gym graduate and whatever, but she is just mid. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Another shrug.

“Even if Kain and I do not win this weekend, my sights are still set high. I don’t want no stupid fucking consolation prize, I want the best. I want to be the fucking best.”

She had never aspired to be anything that brought attention to herself. But working with Mikah for nearly a year was helping her gain that arrogance that Mikah wore so well.

“And if this match isn’t going to give me what I fucking want in the end, I’ll fucking take it. Mikah told me that everybody else in this company just gets handed title shots like they’re giving out participation awards and that she was the only person that ever worked and earned her shot at the Bombshell Championship. So, why can’t I just be given what I want?”

She raises her eyebrows.

“It’s not my fault nor is it Kain’s fault that we got the hardest match in the opening rounds of this tournament. So I shouldn’t be fucking punished for the losing if it happens on Sunday. I should be given just as much credit as they would have given Mikah if the tables were reversed and she was sitting here. And just think, Kain could have had Mikah as his partner if she had been able—willing to participate in this tournament this year.”

She knew that at one point, Kain had been the SCW Heavyweight Champion while Mikah had been the SCW Bombshell Champion and their reigns had coincided with one another. She knew from stories that Mikah told that former SCW Heavyweight Champion and Hall of Famer, Kris Ryans would have deemed them as title married or title husband and wife, whichever terms it was.

“Is it impossible for Kain and I to win on Sunday? No, nothing’s impossible. But it’s going to be a fucking fight to the end. J2H and Devona might think that they’re going to have the win in the bag and that everything is going to be in their favor. But this isn’t the Hunger Games and we’re not in Las Vegas where the betting odds are in their favor.”

She shakes her head no.

“We’re in Barbados where weird shit happens. And while you may expect J2H and Devona to put a nail in the coffin and end the dream of becoming the SCW Bombshell Champion, it’s only the beginning of my career. And there’s nowhere I can really go but up, win or lose.”

It was true. There was nothing really holding her back from being able to succeed in the company and with Mikah trying her best to train her from Hawaii, she had all the right tools in her toolbox so to speak.

“But just a reminder, while I am trained by the greatest Bombshell of all time, I’m not her. I’m not the same and while you can expect some similarities, you should always expected the unexpected.”

She smirks again, the movement spreading across her face.

“Nothing else we can do but wait and see. And I hope everybody is ready to see the next greatest thing to happen to SCW. Because it’s going to happen, ready or not.”

She slides down off of the stool and another smirk crosses her face.

”Ciao”

She ended it exactly the way her mentor used to end her promos as she walks away, a smirk still playing on her face.