[Christian Underwood]

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[Dreamkiller]

Chapter 61: Evil

I’m not a good person.

Shocking I know. But it’s the truth. A truth that I have come to terms with over the years. A truth that in part I disagreed with and lied to myself about constantly. I blamed others. At first, it was my father. I blamed him for everything wrong in my life. I blamed him for being an emotionally and physically abusive drunk. I blamed him for pushing my older brother away to the point where he abandoned us. Then I blamed him for abandoning us with his death.

Even though it was the best thing for myself, my sisters, and our mother. But, I still blamed him. I blamed my mother, for her weakness in being unable to walk away from the abusive relationship that defined her and our family. I even blamed my siblings. My older brother for not being strong enough to save us. My older sister for not shielding me completely from the beating and who our father was. I even blamed Tasmin. Sweet innocent little Tasmin.

And her crime?

She was born, and our father abandoned us.

She never felt his wrath.

That’s right. I blamed her for being too young to remember him, I blamed her for being too young to be beaten. I blamed everyone for my actions and attitude. Hell, I even blamed those who met me well after I had become an adult. Angel Blake, a man who trained me. Jace Pleasant an ex who destroyed me. Even Matt Shields and Billy Danielson, two men who, in their way loved me. But I blamed them for never truly understanding me. Never “getting” me and who I am.

Something that I never blamed Finn for. And how could I? Out of everyone I have been with, everyone who I have had in my life he is the only person to really love me. Love who I am and not in spite of it. That’s why I can’t, and won’t lose him. That’s why I acted the way I did and that’s why I am the way I am…..

I remember the first time when the idea of loss hit me. And it had nothing to do with a loving relationship. No, I remember what it was like to lose someone who should have loved me unconditionally. Someone who was supposed to protect me and nurture me. But he failed. The look on my sister's face said it all. And I knew how serious it was. It was just after Amber and I had escaped. Just after Renee Pleasant, Amber's husband, had been murdered and we had been set free in the confusion. It was a time when Amber and I were rebuilding our lives after the bullshit we had been through. But she had called us all together.

And by “us” I mean myself and Tasmin. Our brother Jaxon was not invited and our mother was unable to properly convey the news.  ”Do you have any clue why we’re here?” Tasmin was young, only 15 years old. Her long blonde hair flowed down her shoulders as she folded her arms over her chest. ”Mum was upset. That’s all I know, then Amber told me to text you…” I stayed silent, simply offering a shrug. I didn’t care. I was just there because Tasmin was the one who had asked.

I wouldn’t have gone if I knew it came from Amber by way of our mother.

The door opened and Amber stepped in, her hair was tied back, and her face was pale, well, paler than usual. Tasmin knew something was up right away, as did I. But the difference between us was that I simply did not care. As I had said before. That was what separated me from them. Amber shook her head and took a deep breath finally speaking. ”I…I have some bad news…” She paused and swallowed before taking a deep breath and looking at Tasmin and then at me. ”Mum just got word….they found Dad’s body….”

Tasmin took a shocked breath in, Amber nodded slowly and her bottom lip quivered. I stayed silent, still trying and straining to care. ”Where?...”

”Near a bridge in West Yorkshire…”

Tasmin was trying to process. A few tears streamed down her cheeks as a single one rolled down Ambers. We were thousands of miles away. Our mother, all of us had moved from England, and he was back there. Dead near a bridge in some backwater part of West Yorkshire. My mood, my entire being, didn’t change. Something that both of them noticed. ”It’s ok….let it out..” Tasmin lightly touched my arm. She was being sweet, trying to get me to open up. To care, to weep.

Amber knew better.

She understood why I hadn’t changed, why the look on my face had remained one of cold indifference. ”Let what out?....” I said coldly before taking a deep breath ”So they found his body…what? Do they want us to pay to have him buried? Just tell them to shove him back in whatever ditch they found him in and cover him up…”

I could have been a little more tactful I suppose.

Maybe I could have shown some empathy.

”That….that’s our father…” Tasmin whimpered, and at the time I thought it was weak, pathetic, and even, slightly amusing. But looking back now, she was in real pain. She didn’t know what he was, who he was. But Amber did. Amber knew what he was she she still wept. I lost a little respect for her that day.

”Father?” I raised my eyebrows, I stepped forward and shook my head looking down at Tasmin and reaching out before stroking her golden hair. ”Fathers are supposed to love and care for their family. To protect them, to teach them, and give them a life to be proud of. He wasn’t a father…he was an evil piece of trash.”

”Kayla enough!”

Amber stepped between us shaking her head as Tasmin moved away. She was upset, I knew it and I could feel it. And at the time I felt bad, but the other feelings I had didn’t allow me to act on my instincts to apologize. No, instead I was being defiant. ”Enough of what? Telling the truth? Come on Amber….you know what he was like, you know who he was and what he did to us, to Jaxon, to Mum!”

”Yes and I can still be sad he’s gone….he was still family. If he had never existed then there wouldn’t be you, or me, or Tasmin. That is what Mum is sad about, the father of her children is gone. That is what I’m sad about, what Tasmin is. Can’t you understand that?”

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t feel it, understand it, or care about it. I left them. I walked away and left my sisters to weep for our dead abusive father. A move that in the eyes of many would make me a monster. A horrible person. But, they still forgave me. They forgave me because they gave me the understanding I could never give them. They understand who I am. But they still know I’m a bad person.

But not to him.

Not to Finn.

”I’m going to fucking kill her…” I growled and paced back and forth. I had been home for one day. One day following what happened at climax control. While reminiscing about the issues I had with my sisters and our dead father I couldn’t help but be reminded of what it was like to be so angry, you are blinded to someone else’s pain.

I was pacing back and forth. I knew that Finn was in the next room, he was seething and angry but tried to keep a brave face. But I didn’t realize that the time was the feelings of someone who I viewed as my best friend. Kallie Reznik. She sat silently on the couch looking at me as I paced back and forth. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ”I know you’re angry…”

”Angry? Kallie, you have seen me angry once or twice, right now I’m fucking furious. I’m going to break that little bitch in half. I’m sorry I know she’s your mentor but I’m going to destroy her.”

Kallie nodded looking up at me, she seemed to understand but at the same time, there was this looking in her eyes. She was pleading with Me to calm down. ”I….I understand…but please calm down…”

I growled, my nostrils flared and I snapped my head sideways to look at her ”Calm down? After what she did you are seriously telling me to calm down? I understand you have a personal connection with her. But if you’re going to stand here and defend what she did, if you are going to try and calm me down to save her some kind of righteous beating then you are definitely barking up the wrong tree.”

Kallie swallowed hard and then found her voice, she spoke up to me, raising her voice in a way that I’ve never heard before while also standing up and coming face-to-face with me. ”No, that isn’t it!” The volume of her voice made me stop, my eyes widened in surprise as she continued. ”She’s beating you! And you’re letting her! She caused you to argue with Finn, she’s caused you to take your eye off the ball when it comes to getting back your championship. She’s winning, she’s winning a new can’t even see it. So please calm down.”

She was right. I had let Aaron asphyxia get in my head. I let her take my mind off the one thing that mattered to me outside of my relationship with Finn. The SCW World Bombshells championship. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath before opening them and nodding. I stepped forward hugging Kallie before uttering two words that I very rarely say.

”Thank you….”

5 Blind Mice.

”Did you all see it?”

Kayla Richards chuckles, her bright green eyes shining as she opens them at her head. A simple question, but a question that is waiting for a rhetorical answer from no one.

”Did you see Bea Barnhart beat my ass up and down the ring like she said she has or would? Did you? The answer is no you did. You say, before that delusional bitch got in the room with Me she decided to cut up her and talk about how she has beaten me all over the ring over and over again. But every time I’ve got in the ring with her, I’m the one who’s walked away the winner. She was trying to get involved in a match between her husband and my boyfriend. Her husband, who accused Finn of cheating while trying to use his wife to cheat himself.”

“I wish that I could say this is a rare occurrence when it comes to the women and men of this company. I wish I could turn around and tell you all that this kind of delusion only belongs to people like Bill and Bea. But I can’t. I can’t because delusion is right in this company. The delusion that in any way, shape, or form, the older champions of this company have anything on someone like me.”

“Look, I recognize that I’m not the champion right now. I recognize that I lost the championship to Andrea Hernandez at inception. But you will have to recognize all the things I have accomplished. In the last four years, what have I done? I have beaten every single great wrestler that you have put in front of me. I have destroyed all of your heroes and sent them packing. Every single one of them who has come after me I’ve buried in the fucking ground.”

“I have been the internet champion three times. Mixed tag team champion twice. And world bombshell champion.”

“Five championship reigns. Five mountains that I have climbed. And along the way I have faced and beaten women who are in your Hall of Fame. And yes, I’m fully aware of how arrogant I can be. But isn’t earned arrogance better than disgusting delusion? I have heard time and time again that I’m not as good as I believe myself to be but I haven’t seen one person prove it. And trust me on this, Andrea Hernandez hasn’t proven it. She’s proved that she can beat me, but she hasn’t proved that she can keep me down.”

Kayla chuckles and shakes her head before folding her arms over her chest. Her green eyes are still blazing with fire behind them as her upper lip curls into an arrogant smirk.

” Now, before I start to talk about the elimination chamber I need to make something perfectly clear. I’m sure many of you have noticed that I am a little bit obsessed with Aaron asphyxia. And I think you all know why. She has done everything she can to get into my personal life. She has done everything she can to try and ruin my relationship with Finn. She has done everything to try and get into my head and cost me everything. But I’m not gonna let her. I’m not gonna let her bullshit shenanigans stop me from getting my championship back. So, I invite every single one of you bitches to invoke her name to try and piss me off. Because all it’s going to do is make you all get a beating of a lifetime.”

“Cause, as I said, I’m not trapped in that cage with all of you. You are all trapped in there with Me. And I’m sure that sounds downright amusing to someone like Necra Octavian Kane. A woman who is looked at as a legend in this company. For reasons that I honestly don’t understand. You’ve never been the world bombshell champion, your whole thing is that you were here earlier. That you compete with some of the greats. The same grades They can’t even lace my fucking boots. And yet here you are Arriving like some kind of conquering hero when you’re just stinking up the place. Like a corpse left in a bathtub in a dilapidated building.”

“You see what I did there?”

“I mean shit Necra, we look back at your career and what do we fight? A couple of rains with the roulette championship. Congratulations, you held the championship that I have not held. Mainly because unlike you, I have respect for myself. You’ve been a three-time bombshell roulette champion. Both losing too and winning the title from Mercedes Vargas.”

“Damn that’s impressive”

“No not winning the roulette title three times, losing to Mercedes Vargas, and somehow thinking that you are relevant or managing to get yourself called a legend.”

“But hey, welcome back. After all, since you’ve been back, you’ve managed to be able to earn your way into this match. And you have a shot at becoming the Bombshells champion and doing something that you were never able to do in your own short run. The only problem is, you’re living in my world. My time. And there were so many others who were dominating the division while you were here that you simply couldn’t beat, now you are in my world. And I’m going to take great pleasure in not allowing some faded relic who has no idea what she’s doing in a modern wrestling company to touch that title..”

Kayla chuckles to herself and shrugs before continuing.

”Oh wait, speaking of has been a who should never have returned. Hi Candy, I didn’t see you there. Mainly because I don’t care about you. Much like the rest of the wrestling world. You, much like everyone else who keeps on coming back like a bad stink, are not worth my time. But since you are in this match and you are standing in my way, let me enlighten you on a few things. Your particular brand of stupidity is not welcome here. In this company, it is all about one thing, who can be the biggest and the best. And you? You can’t be either.”

“You have decided to come back and bring your stupid little dog and your stupid little glitter and your stupid little attitude and somehow fluke your way into this match. But while you’ve been gone, I’ve been on top of the food chain. I’ve been on top of the mountain and I have done things that you have never been able to. The truth is that people like you shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be in my ring and you shouldn’t be anywhere near my championship. But here you are. In my face in my business.”

“So, welcome back.”

“And much like Necra, you need to be prepared for what is about to happen. Something that I haven’t explained yet, when I get beaten I come back better than I did before. Every single time I have been beaten for a championship I have come right back and beaten them for it and taken it back. The Internet championship, the mixed tag team championships. The SCW bombshell championship is going to be no different. But you are in my way candy just like the other old bitch who shouldn’t be here.”

Kayla growls, her teeth grinding as she takes a deep breath

”And we go from two has-beens who should have never come back, to one that seems to wear out her welcome and just not accept it. Mercedes Vargas. The legend that doesn’t know when to simply die. I thought I told you I wasn’t going to put up with your bullshit anymore. Mercedes, you had a chance to shut me up. You’ve had many chances to shut me up. You’ve had opportunity after opportunity to prove that you’re better than me and that everything I have ever said to you or about your bullshit.”

“And I could just keep following down the same road. I could stand here and talk about how you are old and how your glory days are now behind you. You will make up some bullshit about how that’s all you ever hear from people despite the fact that the reason why you hear it is because it’s true. You’ll keep on making excuses and you will keep on turning back up time and time again to fail. You will fail and you will tell each and every person who is watching you that you just simply don’t care. Because you can still be relevant and you can still be the best.”

“The problem is, you can’t. And you proved it. You proved it when you had a chance to team with Cassie Wolfe and take on myself and Andrea Hernandez. I said that you two didn’t have a chance to beat us, that Andrea and I were going to stop all over you. And Cassie did her best to try and fight that but you didn’t. You turned up, you weren’t interested, and at the end of the day you lost. You lost because you only care about the big matches. And that is the saddest part of all. Instead of going on about your age and that you should retire, I’m simply gonna point out to the people sitting at home and to you that wants you don’t care about every single match then the fire is gone and if the fire is gone Then you don’t love this anymore”

“Not like I do…. not like Andrea does, hell not even like Cassie does. You’ve run out of passion. And I’m not going to let someone who doesn’t have passion for the business touch that championship.”

She paced back and forth, Kayla was fired up and she was going to let everyone know it.

”Now, Cassie Wolfe. I could stand here and I could talk shit about you. I could. But I want you to know something kid, you have done something that very few people have been able to do. Earned my respect. Much like Andrea has. But Andrea did it by beating Me. And don’t worry, Andrea I’ll get to you. You did it by turning up Cassie. Even when you knew that you were teaming up with someone who didn’t give a shit you still did everything you could to try and beat me and Andrea. You put your body on the line and you granted and you struggled and you scratched and you clawed. You did everything that you could.”

“And fighting a losing battle deserves respect. No matter how much I don’t like you, no matter how much I think that you are just some stupid kid who is trying to grab a dream that she isn’t good enough to get, I’m always going to respect anyone who gets in the ring and gives 100%. That’s what this business deserves. And while you might not get it yet, while you might not realize that the way to live your dream is to do everything you can to win, no matter how underhanded, you have the heart right. You do everything that you can to try and win except crossing moral boundaries and one day you’re going to have to.”

“You didn’t lose to me and Andrea because you weren’t good enough”

“You lost to myself and Andrea because you weren’t willing to pull the trigger and go that extra mile. That’s what separates people like you from people like myself and Andrea. Cassie one day you are going to have to open your eyes and realize that the way to get what you want is to be like myself and Andrea, to not care, and to do everything that you can win. To cross those moral boundaries and those grey lines. But it won’t be in this. It won’t be in the elimination chamber. Because you don’t have what it takes to step over that line.”

Caleb blinks a few times. She seems to have some kind of crisis of conscience before taking a deep breath and continuing.

”And then there was one. The current raining and defending bombshell’s champion. The woman who beat me and took that championship. What can I say about you that I haven’t already said Andrea? You did everything that you could to beat Me and you were able to. No one else has been able to. Not like you did. There are so many others in this company who have tried and failed, there are a few who have been able to beat me, but haven’t been able to do it in the way that you did.”

“You took me to the limit and then pushed me past it. I looked at you and in my heart and mind, I knew I could beat you. But at the last moment, something changed. You had this look in your eye that I’ve never seen before and then I realized you had that extra gear. That extra moment inside yourself that was going to allow you to beat Me. and I applaud you for it.”

“The thing is, and this is something that I’ve already pointed out many times, when I lose I come back better. When I lose, I do anything I can to get back what I lost. And in this case, it was agreed to be in the elimination chamber. See, I could’ve sat back and waited. I could’ve sat back and I could’ve waited for you or someone else to win that championship and then I would’ve cashed in my rematch.”

“Something that I definitely earned after almost 300 days as a champion”

“But, I didn’t. And do you know why I didn’t? Simple Andrea, I wanted to prove a point. You are going to get into that cage as the champion. You’re going to defend your title in that cage. So if I want to prove that I’m better than you, if I want to prove that your win against Me was not the B and end all of our disagreement, then I have to do this. I have to get in the cage and I have to go through everyone else until you are the last one left. And then I have to beat you and take back my championship. I have to do it not just for myself, not just for Finn, but for this business….”

“I will be the bombshells champion again. And every single one of you has to try and stop me. Part of me feels bad for you. Part of me regrets what I’m going to have to do to get that title back. But that other part of me, that sick twisted part of me, is going to enjoy it….love it….and destroy you all…”

[Cassie Wolfe]

After weeks of build up the biggest match of Cassie’s career was finally here! The Elimination Chamber Match for the World Bombshell Championship was serving as the Main Event of Blaze of Glory and she, alongside Mercedes Vargas, was one of the first two Bombshells confirmed to compete! The others though? The champion Andrea Hernandez and former champion Kayla Richards alongside returning bombshells Candy and Necra Octavian Kaine! Cassie was in for the fight of her life if she wanted to win the title but can she do it?

Cassie’s Hotel Room, Phoenix, Arizona
Monday the 17th of March 2025, 12:00pm

Ever get the feeling that you’re in over your head?

When I beat Alexandra Callaway at the start of the cycle (unwanted assistance from Victoria Lyons aside) I had no idea what I was getting into, neither did Mercedes for that matter since she had defeated Crystal Zdunich in that night’s opener to claim the first spot in the Bombshell Chamber Match, all we knew was that the hype for the chamber matches started at Inception VI where it was confirmed that that there would be two Elimination Chamber Matches at Blaze of Glory.

It would be two weeks later where we found out just what we wee fighting for: the World Bombshell Championship! Andrea Hernandez and Kayla Richards were added to the match automatically and to say that the women’s chamber match had some growing pains is putting it mildly! First Seleana and Song’s qualifier had to be cancelled due to travel issues, then Bobbie won her qualifier against Prudence only to announce that she was pregnant afterwards and Candy was chosen at random by Christian while Necra tricked her way into the chamber.

By comparison? The only controversy the men’s match faced was when J2H and Jayden Harris’s qualifier ended in a draw and they were both added to the match! Every other qualifier was pretty straight forward, oh and by the way? Of the ones who failed to qualify only Song made the card, yeah I know, given Bobbie’s pregnancy her absence from the card makes sense but try explaining the others!

You know, besides the fact that six Bombshells are in the chamber, four Bombshells are in title matches and two of them are wrestling in filler matches!

But yeah, part of me is wondering just what the hell I’ve gotten myself into by winning the qualifier against Alexandra, sure, getting a shot at the World Bombshell Championship is massive but I’m also the only Bombshell in the match who’s yet to win a title in SCW, go figure!

Oh yeah, did I mention that the women’s chamber is serving as Blaze of Glory’s Main Event? Thus making this my first ever PPV Main Event since I signed with SCW last summer? Yeah, no pressure right?

”This is it, first ever SCW PPV Main Event and shot at the World Bombshell Championship.” I muttered to myself as I looked at my twitter feed on my laptop’s computer screen, Blaze of Glory was shaping up to be a huge one for Young Justice in general as Harper had netted herself a shot at Bella Madison’s Bombshell Internet Championship last night but as much as I wanted to support her? I had my own shit to worry about! ”If I had known that thee was going to be this much pressure on my shoulders I might have thrown the match and let Alexandra take part instead, maybe I would’ve gotten a championship qualifier for a shot at Victoria for my troubles?”

“Cassie, are you ready to go?” I glanced up at my door when I heard Josh’s voice and I glanced at my outfit in a nearby mirror, I was dressed sure, having put on a crop top, jeans and boots about an hour ago but my long black hair was a mess. “Checkouts in an hour.”

”Gimme a sec Josh, just need to brush my hair.” I called back before grabbing a brush and starting to brush my hair, then I remembered that Josh was looking after me and Harper’s room keys as he let himself in. ”You realize I could’ve been in my jamas or worse, butt naked when I said that, right?”

“Cass, it’s the early afternoon, I’ve never known you to not be dressed before ten o’clock.” Josh reminded me and I shook my head. “Is everything packed?”

”More or less, my clothes, toiletries and wrestling gear were the first to get packed, alongside feminine hygiene products that I’m sure you don’t want me to go into detail about.” I commented dryly as I motioned to my suitcase and Josh quickly nodded. ”Only thing not packed is my laptop and you know I prefer to leave that until last so I can check twitter, Gmail and Bandcamp.”

“Right, and that won’t take long to pack away either.” Josh nodded as he got the idea and I grinned before I started packing away my laptop after I was finished brushing my hair. “How are you feeling heading into the chamber?”

”Like I’ve gotten in over my head.” I sighed as I glanced over at Josh. ”Not only am I the least experienced wrestler in this match but I’m also the only one in it who hasn’t won a title in SCW, sure, it’s been years since Candy and Necra won a title and even longer since Mercedes held singles gold but my many, many attempts at winning singles gold since I signed with SCW last year have all been busts to date! Hell I’d say Harper has a better shot at winning her first title than me!”

“Harper’s feeling the same pressure as you, just not to the same extent.” Josh assured me with a nod and I briefly nodded before I finished packing away my laptop. “And she’s downstairs waiting for us in the lobby, besides, I’ve been training you hard since you won your qualifier against Alexandra, don’t let that doubt cloud your mind.”

”That’s a lot easier said than done.” I sighed before I stood up, ready to go. ”So what items do you want to take?”

“I’ll take the suitcase, you take the laptop bag.” Josh volunteered and I nodded before we headed downstairs.

Cassie’s Home Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 19th of March 2025, 15:00pm

So yeah, about time I started putting this together.

I’m not exactly the first one in SCW to have a Home Gym, god knows I’ve gotten in reps at Jessie’s home gym more times than I can count, but with such a huge match ahead of me it was time that I had put together one of my own, not as big as Jessie’s or as expensive as Brooke and Logan’s but baby steps and all that.

Though admittedly there’s only so much one petite, 5ft 3 and 118ibs Australian woman can get done in one day so yeah, this is a work in progress.

”Weights, rowing machine, I think that’s everything I can get done tonight.” I muttered to myself as I checked the list on my iPad before glancing up at the ring, Josh had helped me get it set up yesterday but he was busy training Harper for her Bombshell Internet Title Match so we couldn’t get it finished today. ”Between me in the chamber match, Harper in the Bombshell Internet Title Match and Jessie in Wrestleleague? Josh has a busy two weeks.”

Before I could dwell on that any further my iPad got a call and I checked it, it was Krystal so naturally I answered it. ”Hey Cass, excited for the big match?” Krystal asked with a grin as I answered it and I nodded. ”I know such a big match can be overwhelming but you have the right training.”

”I know that but it still feels like I’m in over my head at times.” I responded with a nod before I started playing with my hair. ”I feel like I’d be satisfied reaching the top three at least, never mind winning the World Bombshell Title! Anyway, what’s on your mind?”

”Not a lot, just checking in on my favourite half-sister, not to mention my only half-sister.” Krystal responded before shaking her head. ”That I know off at least, anyway, you look tired, what’s up?”

”Just been setting up my home gym at my new house.” I responded before showing Krystal the work I had done up to this point. ”So far I’ve got most of the ring done and some standard workout equipment but there’s only much I can do on my own.”

”Josh isn’t around to help out?” Krystal asked and I shook my head. ”Let me guess, busy training Harper today?”

”Pretty much, the fact that he was around to help out yesterday is the only reason the ring has come along as far as it has.” I explained and Krystal nodded as she got the idea. ”He’ll be around tomorrow to help out and train me but I think you understand that his attention is divided between me and Harper since we’re both in title matches and all.”

”I can help you out with that, send me the address.” Krystal responded and I blinked a couple of times, not sure what to make of the offer at first. ”Not like I’ve been doing much since my SCW Contract expired last year.”

”Guess you’ve got a point, I’ll get the address over to you once the call ends.” I admitted and Krystal nodded in approval. ”And it’s a chance for us to catch up after so long apart.”

”Just what I was thinking, see you then.” Krystal responded before she hung up and I sent her the address.

Cassie’s Promo Room, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 19th of March 2025, 21:00pm

*promo time*

As I got ready to present my first promo for the biggest match of my career to date I had a lot to go through.

”First, there was me and Mercedes, the first two confirmed wrestlers for the Women’s Chamber Match, and before anyone brings it up, yes I owe my presence in the chamber to Victoria Lyons! And again, I’m not thrilled about winning like that but here we are.” I stated as the green screen showed pictures of me and Mercedes. ”Then we ended up being the only participants in this match who won qualifier matches to earn our spots! Song and Seleana’s match got cancelled, Bobbie qualified but pulled out due to pregnancy, Kayla and Andrea were added to the match when the powers that be decided to make the women’s chamber match a World Bombshell Title Match and Candy and Necra are in the chamber because reasons!”

And that is how we got here!” I stated as the other participants’ pictures showed up on the green screen. ”If all that just gave you a headache? Think about how Christian Underwood feels! He can be an asshole at times but even I felt sorry for him after this match started to fall apart after week two!”

Cassie shakes her head.

”And that, ladies and gents, is the one and only time that a wrestler with the surname Wolfe will ever feel sorry for that guy!” I stated a slight laugh before shaking my head. ”All joking aside? There’s two things that I know for certain heading into this chamber: 1: I’m the underdog in this thing, 2: I’m the only wrestler in this match who’s never held a title in her SCW career! Mercedes? She’s held every title a Bombshell can hold and is a 2x Hall of Famer, Kayla? Three time Internet Champion, one time World Bombshell Champion and one of the mixed tag team champs! Andrea? One time Internet Champ,. Two time World Bombshell Champ, not to mention the reigning champ heading into this thing, Candy and Necra? Both former Roulette Champs in Necra’s case? A 2x Champ, Tag Team Champion and Bombshell Tag Champ!

And then there’s me, who’s been in championship matches practically since day one on my SCW Career but has yet to win my first championship!” I stated with a deep breath as I folded my arms. ”Can you say, “odd Bombshell out?” because I sure as hell can! But I’m not here to dwell in how out of place I am in this match! Hell if Alexandra had won her qualifier against me during week one then we’d have a murderers row of former champions in this match, I’m here to give it my all, die trying or shock everyone by winning the title so let’s get down to it.”

Starting with the champ.

”And I’d be remiss if I didn’t kick things off with the woman who’s walking into the match with the championship around her waist.” I added as Andrea’s picture appeared prominently on the green screen. ”Andrea, I know you have issues with my half-sister Krystal so just to get that out of the way: I’m not Krystal. I don’t share all of her views when it comes to my fellow wrestlers, now we tangoed in that Tag Team Match from a couple of weeks ago and I showed that I can keep up with both you and Kayla.

However keeping up with you is one thing, winning that title from you is another.” I added as I shook my head. ”Can I pull it off? Who knows? I’m sure Kayla would prefer it you focussed on her rather than anyone else in the match but what Bitchy McBigTits needs to remember is that there’s four other women in this match and anything can happen, even me walking out the champion!”

And speaking off Kayla?

”Now as for you Kayla? Well, I think my nickname for you says it all, doesn’t it?” I added as Kayla’s face showed up on the Green Screen. ”You’re easily the biggest bitch roster and arguably the biggest obstacle I have between me and my championship aspirations in this match! And let’s not kid ourselves Kayla, you want what you think rightfully belongs to you, you want the World Bombshell Championship that Andrea won from you.

Because god forbid someone other than Kayla holds the biggest prize in the Bombshell Division, am I right?” I asked sarcastically as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”Was having an iron grip on the Mixed Tag Team Titles not enough for your top heavy ass? No, of course not, you want all the glory for yourself! However I will not bow down to your whims Kayla and if I get to be the one who stops you from getting your way? All the better!”

Next up is Mercedes.

”Well, I’ve talked about my opponents from that tag team match several weeks ago, why not talk about my partner?” I asked hypothetically as Mercedes’s face appeared on the screen. ”And for someone who talked about carrying the team to victory? She proved to be a pretty fucking useless tag team partner! Mercedes, how you keep getting opportunities like this despite not being relevant for years is beyond me but here you are, wrestling in the Main Event of Blaze of Glory.

I swear, you have some serious blackmail on the bosses!” I stated as I rolled my eyes before grinning. ”But all that aside? If there was  a running bet for who will be the first Bombshell eliminated from the match I bet your name is at the top of the list! It’s not like you have a great reputation among the modern Bombshells as it is!”

Next up is Candy.

”As for the other two women in this match? I’m referring to them as the wildcards in this match, because they have the potential to be a monkey wrench in everyone else’s plans as far as I’m concerned and that starts with the woman who Mercedes beat at Climax Control 420, Candy!” I stated as I brushed some hair over my shoulder and Candy’s face appeared on the screen behind me. ”We’ve clashed before Candy, back in the PWS: Apex days and, unfortunately, you put an end to my title aspirations in that fed.

Will this match be a repeat? That’s the big question on my mind as we head into this match.” I added before quickly shaking my head. ”Not if I have anything to do with it! I’m not the same Bombshell you faced in Apex Candy and if you want proof of that? Just ask our fellow Apex alumni Alexandra Callaway, you know? The one I beat to get in this match? Even with Victoria’s help that still means I have come a long way since those days and I plan to show it in the chamber!”

Last up is Necra.

”And off course, we now come to the last confirmed competitor in this match: Necra!”  I added before letting out a deep breath as Necra’s face appeared on the screen. ”I gotta say, I didn’t have a Bombshell who was last in SCW when I was a pre-teen returning to the fed after years away from the fed on my 2025 Bingo Card but here I am!

And I just made all of my opponents feel old didn’t I?” I asked before quickly shaking my head. ”Oh who am I kidding? I’ve been doing that since the start of my wrestling career! It’s practically a running gag, anyway Necra I don’t have a lot to say about you besides that because you’re the only one who I haven’t faced in some form, but what I can say is that while you’re entering the match undefeated? You won’t end the night undefeated!”

It's that simple.

”So yeah, now do you understand why I’m the underdog in this thing?” I asked as all five of my opponents appeared on the screen behind me in the same order I addressed them in. ”Five former champions, one twenty one year old girl who’s been wrestling for just under three years at this point and is searching for her first title win! With all that in mind, I have one question for you guys: do you believe in miracles?”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”Because I sure as hell need one heading into this match if I want to walk out the new World Bombshell Champion!” I stated before flipping some hair over my shoulder. ”In other words? I’m getting ready for a war because that’s the best approach I’ve got to this match! To all my fans? In a world of fake queens and your favourite princess possibly being in over her head? Be yourselves and be a Rebel Princess! And as for Andrea, Kayla, Mercedes, Candy and Necra? I don’t care if I’m the first one let out of her pod or the last because I’m Hungry Like the Wolfe!”

I turned off my camera as the scene fades.

[GoddessoftheDead]

Act 1: The final stand


Voice over: The more I fight the better I get. I stand victorious once again and made sure my point was made to one of my future victims. Six women will walk into the chamber and only one will walk out with the Bombshell Championship… And that someone is going to be me…


The Oasis, Nevada
03/17/25

The scene on a long stretch of empty road somewhere in Nevada. The sun was high in the sky, and the heat was already high for an early spring. The camera moves along the long stretch of road that winds itself through the desert, only to reveal The Oasis. The buildings seemed to be full of life and movement from the servants that tended to the young goddess that dwelt within the main house. The camera moves to the interior of the main house where we see Ex sitting with Aries, and Aphrodite sitting on the couch watching tv. The camera moves past the living room and toward a long hallway we see a darkened room, except for a tv screen that glowed brightly. Necra sits in front of the tv watching the match between Mercedes and Candy. The match soon ends and it comes to the attack on Candy. Necra smiles an evil smile as she watches.

Necra: You should have stayed down…

She moves back to the same part, and it repeats once again.

Necra: You should have stayed down…

Twilight Sparkle: She should have listened.

Necra: She should have, but she’s not going to. None of them will.

Rarity: She can’t hold a flame to you.

Necra: None of them ever will.

Pinkie Pie: You should make cupcakes out of them!

Necra: If I could Pinkie I would.

Rainbow Dash: She’s scared of you.

Necra: No doubt she is. I could smell the fear off of her.

Applejack: You’re mean as a rattlesnake. But that’s what makes you the way you are.

Necra: I guess I can take that as a compliment…

Fluttershy: I would be scared to face off against them.

Necra: Fluttershy you are too sweet to do what I do. That’s why I do it.

Rainbow Dash: What are you going to do about your match?

Necra: I plan on winning, and taking what is rightfully mine Rainbow Dash.

Rarity: That gold will look beautiful on you darling.

Necra: It always does Rarity. I plan on doing everything that I can to win. They can come at me with everything that they have but it will never be enough.

AppleJack: These other five don’t know what they are getting into do they?

Necra: There is only one of them that does know… Mercedes knows what to expect from me. I know it’s been a while since Mercedes and I have faced off, but I’m sure she remembers what I put her through in our matches. As for Candy she stole my thunder, and showed up when no one wanted her.

Twilight Sparkle: Everyone deserves to have their moment in the spotlight.

Necra: Not a nobody. Candy hasn’t even managed to win a title when she was here before she left. If she did, no one remembers it!

Voice: Necra, are you in there sweetie?

Necra looks toward the door, and we see her father. He leans against the doorframe as Necra gets to her feet.

Necra: Yeah. What’s wrong?

Soth: You’re mother just called.

Necra sighs as she steps out into the hallway.

Necra: What did she want?

Soth: She wanted to remind you about the ritual in two days…

Necra rolls her eyes as her stomach growls.

Necra: How could I forget? I haven’t eaten in like 4 days…

Soth: I know dear… Neither has your mother, and she said the faster you get there the better.

Necra: Fine… I’ll get my stuff together.

Soth: Thank goodness… Your mother has been a nightmare.

Necra: Yeah, but you wouldn’t change her for anything.

Soth: True.

Necra starts to walk down the long hallway and heads toward her bedroom as the scene fades to black.


Act 2: Welcoming Spring


"Beautiful Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. She spent half the year in Hades, causing the Earth to grow cold and barren. pause I wonder what calamities befall the world of man while you're down here with me."
Oracle - Call of Duty: Zombies

03/20/25
Isle of the Gods, Greece

The scene reopens in the beautiful city of Athens Greece. The camera moves over the city full of tourists visiting the various ancient sites that littered the city. The smells from the local restaurants and cafes drifted on the air, mixing with the Mediterranean Sea that sat on the edge of the city.  The camera moves over the stretch of water, as the sound of seagulls echoed over the water, where we soon see a few fishing boats drifting on the gentle waves. Soon an island appeared out of nowhere and it seemed green and lush but seemed almost out of place. The camera moves across the island, picking up three massive temples that dotted the island. The camera seems to focus on a cave where we see a group of people standing at the mouth of it as if waiting for something to happen. The scene changes to the interior of what appears to be a dimly lit room. We see a shadow moving across the room. As the lights adjust we see Necra pacing in the room. She is dressed in a light colored toga and her hair seems a bit lighter than it usually was, and her eyes were a light blue in color. A door soon opens and she descends a darkened staircase.

Necra: Once again Spring has come. It is time for the renewal of nature and the rebirth of the world around me. My return marks of beauty and light. To my opponents it marks their end.

She continues down the stairs, and soon reaches the bottom of the stone steps that lead into what appears to be a giant cave system.

Necra: Kayla… A former Bombshell champion… And you call me a has been… See that’s the only title I never got my hands on, but managed to do so much more in my career than you will ever know. You might have had five title reigns but that doesn’t mean anything to me. While I was here for the first time. But since then  I have held more in my WHOLE career! I’m not as old as you think and can still destroy anyone that stands in the ring with me. I have proven that so far since I’ve been back. I took care of your most recent opponent, Bea Barnheart within the first two matches I was in when I came back. And yet you couldn’t even stop her. Why should I be concerned with you? Just because you have held the one title I have never had you think you’re superior. I don’t think so. There are others that have held it as well, and I will face off against all of them to get my hands on what is rightfully mine in the end.

As she continues along the cave her appearance starts to change. The light hair starts to get darker, leaving streaks of blonde through it, and her eyes flash red before shifting to a light brown in color.

Necra: Mercedes, it's been a long time. I am surprised to see you still here though. I figured you would have moved on and found greener pastures but I guess I was wrong. I did. I took title after title, ended up in the hall of fame in two other companies besides this one. I've seen companies come and go and all the while I stood tall against all odds. I know that you will come at me with everything that you have and I’ll be ready for anything that you can throw at me and our other opponents. I know a lot of people remember the matches that we have had, and this match will be no different Mercedes. I have to admit that I rather enjoyed the thrashing that you gave Candy. Candy tried to stop you but she couldn’t could she? Of course not… But I will stop you and take what is mine in the end… You can try to stop me but we both know you won’t be able to… Not this time.

She continues to walk along the pathway that wound itself through the cave. Her light colored clothes start to change into a deep blue as she continues.

Necra: Cassie, I’m not sure if you realize what you are getting yourself into with me. I was here when you were going through your little girl phase and it seems like you haven’t really grown out of it. You see when I was here the last time I took the titles that I went after and won. Sure I lost too but I won more. When I left you were nothing more than a starry eyed girl with the longing for something that you wanted, and from what I see you did it, but you haven’t been able to touch again as of late. Now you think you’re going to take the only title that I have not been able to get my hands on that easy? I don’t think so. Cassie. I plan on doing whatever it takes to put you down and make sure that you don’t walk with anything in hand.

Necra laughs as she continues along the path, passing by a massive opening that seems to go on, out of the range of light.

Necra: Andrea, the current Bombshell Champion… I have to wonder how long you have had the title? A month, a week, a few days…Of course it really doesn’t matter, because in the end you will not be walking away with anything. This is my time to shine, and take what is mine. You see I come from a family that has held multiple titles, and have been champions more than most will ever see in a lifetime. You do have achievements, just not a lot from here. You have held the Internet Championship and now the Bombshell… Good for you. But that’s going to change and there is nothing that you can do to stop me. There are five of us looking to get what you have, and those odds are not great.

The cave soon opens a bit more and daylight is seen further in the distance. She smiles softly as she seems to look like herself once again.

Necra: And lastly Candy… I know you are wondering why I left you to last, well it’s simple… You ruined my return. I came back with full intent of taking the Bombshell title but now I have to put an end to you just to get what I want. What you experienced in the last two attacks is just the start of what I have planned for you. This match is not going to end the way you want it to.Candy I plan on focusing on you in this match, at least at first and then I’ll take care of each and everyone of the others to get to the end. I will not underestimate you, well any of you to tell the truth. I will do whatever it takes to stop all of you and take what is mine. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Angel of Death, The Reaper of Souls, The Alpha and The Omega, The Beginning and The End, The Child of Heaven and Hell! Fear me; for when you look upon me you will see your end! See you soon and good luck, you’re going to need it.

She laughs as she moves toward the front of the cave. She soon reaches the front of the cave and steps into the light. The crowd of people kneel in front of her as an older woman steps in front of her and bows.

Woman: Welcome back my goddess.

Necra smiles as she looks over the crowd of people that now bowed in front of her, as the scene fades to black.

[Julianna DiMaria]

I couldn’t say that I was the happiest champion in the world after Kayla and I got a win. It was a momentum builder for sure, but I wasn’t happy with the fact that she was the one that got the pin in the end. This, on top of what happened with my one on one match against Victoria and knowing I wasn’t going to have another match until the chamber itself really burdened the hell out of me and turned what should be a happy occasion at a Scottsdale steakhouse into more of a burden. All I could do was lament that things weren’t going like how I wanted them to when Chelsea LeClair, in a far bubblier mood than I was, approached me.

“Can you believe it, Andrea?” Chelsea asked with a joy in her voice as we exchanged a hug, though for me it was awkward considering the circumstances. “GCW Hall of Fame, granted, it’s a Utopia induction…”

“It’s still… a nice surprise. I never considered the possibility considering we started our careers in GCW< but we didn’t explode as main event wrestlers until long after we left.”

Chelsea knew right away that something was bothering me.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, why?” I lied, though Chelsea didn’t get to answer me because the leader of Utopia herself, and our mentor, Myra Rivers, came into the picture.

“Hello there, Hall of Famers…” Myra said with a laugh.

“Hall of Famer, that’s still surreal for me to say considering after Utopia split, I didn’t have a great time in GCW…” Chelsea said.

“Don’t sell yourself short…” Myra said to Chelsea. “Utopia made an impact in its own way. Let’s celebrate, yeah?”

“Yeah, let’s get our minds off the grind for a change”. I added as we all went inside the steakhouse. We were seated rather quickly and the waiter took our drink orders. Myra and Chelsea were striking up a conversation, but my face was buried in the menu trying to avoid everything.

“Everything fine, Andrea?” Myra asked. “You have barely said a word.”

I put the menu down and tried to be cool, but I couldn’t hide the annoyance on my face.

“I’m gond…” I said. But Myra narrowed her eyes and I knew she wasn’t convinced.

“Andrea’s seemed off today…” Chelsea mentioned.

“Yeah, what’s up with you? Are you not proud of the Utopia induction in GCW?” Myra asked

“I am but…”

“You haven’t said a word about it, even on social media. Are there feelings from years ago about GCW that you haven’t resolved or…”

“No, it has nothing to do with that. Myra, let me ask you something because YOU of all people would know having BEEN in that fire with me before. Let’s say you were the Bombshells World Champion, you had two matches one of which you won because of interference and the other with your tag team partner getting the pin. Would you feel like a champion whatsoever?”

Chelsea sighed knowing what was up with me and just buried her face in the menu. Myra on the other hand, scoffed at the question a bit showing that such a scenario was rolling off of her back.

“This matters why?” she asked.

“Because right now? I don’t feel like a champion and I’m going to have five fucking challengers that are going to come out of the fucking gate bashing me for this because of the way my last two matches have gone and I just cannot fucking deal with that shit! I don’t WANT to deal with that shit. I know it’s going to sound stubborn and maybe stupid, but you know what happened the last time I was a world champion and everything and I came into this reign hoping to BETTER that one. But when you consider the way my two matches as champion have gone and the fact that I’ve got the odds stacked against me…”

“You’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders….:” Myra cut in.

“Yeah, more or less. I’ll be honest with you. The way Victoria was approaching our match sucked. It was literally the same shit that I dealt with the first time I was champion. You know how she was doing that: ‘paper champion’, ‘not a real champion’...”

I rolled my eyes.

“But you beat her, Andrea…” Chelsea interrupted to remind me.

“Not in the way a champion should be winning against an opponent of that caliber though. But, you know. Fine. I can’t control the actions of other people even though getting caught in the cross fire of someone else’s war does in fact, suck. But, I let it roll off my back and knew I was going to get at least one more chance to show what kind of champion I could be. Then Kayla was the one that got the pin and you just KNOW people are going to start coming in with their doubts and their bullshit and…”

There was a brief interruption with the waiter serving our non-alcoholic drinks and then a couple of minutes of our lunch orders being taken, Myra, however, continued the conversation.

“Andrea, how many times have I told you… over and over again over how many years… not to let shit pile on top of more shit on your shoulders? How many times have you buckled under that weight because you let that shit pile up. I understand not wanting to win the way you did against Victoria and I get that you wanted to get the pin, but the way I am looking at it, if I were you, having done this world champion thing nine times over, I would be looking at this situation and saying ‘Fine, the chamber itself is what matters the most anyway’.”

“And don’t start with that ‘but if I don’t win the chamber then…’ talk either…” Chelsea adds on. “It’s not going to take away from anything. I don’t understand why you have to put so much unnecessary pressure on yourself. Who cares what other people say? Who gives a shit if Kayla got the pin. I don’t. Myra doesn’t. I don’t think anyone else does. Really, Kayla might point it out but who gives a fuck?”

“I think the way Chelsea is putting it is the way to see it.”

“Yeah… of course…” I said, still feeling unsure.

“I think this thing with you and Kayla is starting to become a little more personal for you too…” Chelsea points out. “I mean, this has grown into more than just a match here and a match there. It’s turning into a very heated rivalry and you feel like you’re one step behind her right now. If it was me as your partner and I got the pin, you wouldn’t even care. But because it’s Kayla that got it, and because she has something over you at the moment, then you’re taking it personal.”

“I’m not sure I would even go that far, though it’s pretty well documented that I am no fan of the woman or her attitude.”

“I’ve had my share of rivalries over the years, you know that…” Myra adds.

“You can’t help a glory hog, Andrea. Just focus on what you can do and don’t get overwhelmed. If worse comes to worse, it doesn’t take away what you accomplished beating her for the championship.”

“You both know how I want to get past ONE supercard cycle with the championship considering the last time around…”

“FUCK the last time around…” Chelsea says with anger in her voice. “And if I see you relapse and start doubting yourself and going off the rails again like you did last time, I’m kicking your ass.”

“And I’ll gladly join in. Now, can we celebrate Utopia being a Hall of Fame induction in GCW? You deserve to lighten your own burden every now and then…”

“That’s rich coming from you of all people, Myra…” I snapped back, knowing the workaholic that she’s always been. “But sure. Okay. Utopia. GCW Hall of Fame. All that jazz.”

Chelsea sighed again, Myra didn’t seem pleased with how I responded and needless to say, I was the least celebratory of our trio when that lunch came around. Chelsea made a hell of a point about Kayla getting the pin and I knew that she was right when I said that my rivalry with her was the reason why it was bothering me. Unfortunately, I was just too stubborn to come out and admit it.

Next Day…

I found myself walking out of the Scottsdale Fashion Square after a brief stroll to get my mind off of things. My brain was still fixated on what I had to do to pull myself out of the situation, but I was also waiting for Roddy to pick me up in the parking lot. I was running various scenarios in my head of what opponent might say what thing and figuring out how I was going to counter or silence any sort of negative talk.

PTSD from my last world title reign isn’t something that could be overcome overnight after all…

I could hear some laughter nearby, but I wasn’t thinking too much of it… that is, until a familiar voice that I would NEVER want to deal with came within earshot…

“Look who’s a world champion again…”

I’m not sure what was more disgusting: seeing my ex-boyfriend Lorenzo who dumped me after I stopped being the person that he wanted me to be, or seeing him with a new bitch on his arm.

“This is your ex?” she asked. “She’s even uglier than I thought.”

“Hey, chill! We’re friends, right?” Lorenzo asked me.

“I’m pretty sure that went out the window when you dumped me for not being ‘that evil bitch’ that I was in my last SCW run.”

“Have you dated anyone since me though? I mean….”

“That’s none of your business. What are you even doing here?”

“Taking out a girl worth my time, that’s what.”

“I’ll explore for a bit…” his new girlfriend said as she walked away.

“I’m not the one that missed out, Lorenzo. I became SCW Bombshells World Champion without being that ‘evil bitch’ that you loved so much. I remember how you were brainwashing me and enabling me to be that person after we got together and how you were telling me that I was going to be a world champion and dominate the whole world being the way you wanted me to be and it never happened. I go back to being me and LOOK, I won a world championship again.”

Lorenzo shrugs.

“You told me straight up that if I went back to being ‘that weak piece of shit’... your words, that I would never be SCW Bombshells World Champion again and you were wrong. You were DEAD fucking wrong! So don’t come up to my face with your new bitch and act like you matter.”

“It was a fluke. You’re not surviving that chamber. You haven’t even done anything since you won the title.”

I rolled my eyes, basically no-selling that kind of talk.

“You couldn’t beat another champion without help and you couldn’t even win the tag team match on Sunday. The better wrestler of your team did. My girl and I even got tickets for that match just to watch you lose, you know that right? You’re not even that good. You’ve never been that good. You’re nothing but a stuck up, obnoxious pathetic daddy’s little girl that can’t find a man that wants to fuck her because…”

I reached into my purse and pulled out some earbuds. I put them in my ears, found a song on my phone and started blasting “Round and Round” by Ratt to the highest volume I could without damaging my ears.  Whatever negative, abusive garbage he was saying, I couldn’t even hear. He was getting visibly frustrated that I wouldn’t hear him to the point where he tried to reach for my ear to pull an earbud out, but I was fast on the reflex to grab him by the wrist.

“Don’t touch me…” I said as I shoved him away. I paused the song on my phone.

“You are so disrespectful, you know that? You can’t hear the truth so you’re rude and shutting me out. If your father was still here, he would be…”

“You kicked me to the curb when I refused to be the person you kept brainwashing me to be. You don’t have the right to bring up my father. You don’t have a right to talk to me. I don’t care what you think. You’re fucking trash, Lorenzo. The moment you get bored with your new bitch, you’re going to shit can her too just like you did me. Yeah, maybe I haven’t won matches since winning the belt the way I wanted to. But so fucking what, okay? The fact is, after you kept telling me I’d never amount to anything again in SCW after you dumped me, I went back, being the OPPOSITE of everything you wanted me to be, and I became a world champion again. You trying to throw Match A and Match B in my face for such fucking shallow reasons doesn’t erase that. I proved you wrong, I succeeded without you and you can’t take it so you’re trying to bring me down. So why don’t you fuck off, fuck yourself, fuck your new bitch, and get the fuck out of my face, you toxic piece of gutter trash! Just looking at you and knowing I had someone like you in my bed at one point makes me disgusted…”

“Your loss… in that stupid chamber and with me. I’m the best you’ll ever have…” he said as he began to walk away.

“...I’ll find someone that is so much better than your five minutes a pop, you fucking piece of shit! I bet even the Troll in SCW would be a better fuck than you!”

Lorenzo flipped me off as he went to join his new girlfriend. I, on the other hand, was feeling really heated considering so much subconscious nonsense was now causing immense anger to build up inside of me. I did hear a slow clap in the distance and I saw that my older brother Roddy was approaching me.

“Way to tell off that dickbag, sis.”

I don’t remember a time where I couldn’t hug him fast enough.

“Fucking piece of shit! I was in the gutter when I dated him and that kept me in there longer than I ever needed to be…”

“You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You handled it the right way. He was trying to give you shit based off of your last two matches and you just tuned it out and didn’t give it the time of day. I know those matches are bothering you a bit, but that’s what you need to do: put them in the past. Let’s ditch this stand, alright? I’m not going to allow you to get bent over shit and people, that don’t matter. “

“Thanks for looking out for me…” I said with a sigh. “I’ve had it up to here as is…”

Roddy and I would depart after I said this and as the day progressed, I was feeling better even if I was still angry over the way my previous two matches in SCW have gone.

3/22/2025

Tucson.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my home state, but this city hasn’t been great for me as SCW is concerned. When the camera came on me, I effectively knew that but I also know that it was the least of the odds and any old demons that I had to overcome. Still, being at Mount Lemmon and in nature rather than the bustling business of Tucson was helping me a bit as I began to express my thoughts.

“I will be the first to admit that there are areas within myself that I have to improve upon. I know that my history in Tuscon isn’t good. High Stakes was in Tucson and I couldn’t beat Kayla. I know that my history being an SCW Bombshells World Champion isn’t good because the last time around, it was one supercard cycle and done and I went into this downward spiral over it for a long time. I’ve been in an elimination chamber before, and THAT didn’t go well for me. I finished fourth while the likes of Crystal and Alicia had all the spotlight. So yeah, I have a LOT on my shoulders with this championship defense and in order to remain the SCW Bombshells World Champion, I’ve got to overcome ALL of that AND five challengers. I look at the field and I know that Kayla’s in there. That’s not a surprise. She’s pretty much earned that opportunity. I’m not THAT surprised to see Mercedes in there considering her pedigree and considering she’s on a higher wave of things lately. But the others? Those DO surprise me to some degree. Either way, with everything that I’ve brought up and knowing that the two matches I’ve had since Inception, while they have been wins, have the “yeah, but…” asterisk attached at the end. I beat Victoria, BUT… interference. I was able to get the win over Mercedes and Cassie recently… BUT Kayla got the pin. If you think I’m happy with that, I’m NOT! So the way I see it, I get the win in this chamber match, overcome everything that I just mentioned and THEN I can feel like I’ve really solidified myself as a world champion.

I’ve had a dominant career. Winning my matches at an 80 percent clip is nothing to sneeze at. Going an entire SCW season and an entire calender year undefeated as I did in 2021 and being one of the better Internet Champions of my generation in this company is something to be proud of. But the one thing that I haven’t proven yet is that I can handle that leadership role of being a world champion and with a win here, that’s EXACTLY what I will do. I will start with Necra. She’s a Hall of Fame member who just came back and I am not going to pretend like I know everything about her. Necra, for all of your accomplishments, I’m not going to walk into that chamber intimidated by you and it’s not just because you came back and it’s not just because you’re probably still working off the rust. It’s because you’re going to be sidetracked. I know this! I’ve seen what’s been going on with you and Candy lately and you’re likely going to be more fixated on torturing her than winning this championship if I had to take a guess. I know you’re coming in here with your reputation and your ‘soul taking nature’ and all of that, but let’s face the facts. You’ve got a LOT of adjusting to do because this is a FAR different SCW now than it was the last time you were here and in my opinion, you haven’t shown enough to prove that you deserve to be in this match. Had it not been for Bobbie’s pregnancy and the sudden need for a replacement, you wouldn’t be int his match at all. So, the way I see it? You’re at a worse disadvantage than I could ever be.

And speaking of disadvantage…

Candy…

Girl, I don’t hate you. I used to find you annoying in my last run here, but I’m past that. What in the actual fuck are you doing int his match? Right, Christian threw you in out of nowhere but here’s the thing. A match like this? It’s completely out of your element. You don’t even know what you’re in for. You’re too much of a sweetheart to even win a match like this. That’s without going into the fact that aside from a Roulette Championship reign that was quite a while back, you’ve never had a real track record of success in Sin City Wrestling. You don’t have enough of a spine to be a true threat in this match and I hate to dismiss you knowing what you can be capable of, but you havern’t changed at all from your last SCW run, I haven’t seen any signs of you being any different or any better than years past and this is one of those matches where you’re just too much in over your head. You might eliminate Necra at most, but besides that? Every time we’ve faced, I’ve been the winner on the other side and this is going to be another of those instances.

Now as far as Mercedes and Cassie go… with Cassie, what you have is someone who like Candy, is in over her head but not because of talent. I think Cassie is a bigger threat in this match than Candy. But Cassie is in the same spot that I was in when I had my first chamber match here and that’s having the massive disadvantage of being inexperienced compared to the rest of us. Cassie, I don’t take back anything that I said about you when we were going into the tag match. I still think that your attitude definitely needs some adjusting and I still think that you and Mercedes defeated yourselves before that tag match started. If you and Krystal are similar in any way, I would say it’s the propensity to look at a huge challenge like this and have that “oh my god, this is going to be tough” attitude before the bell even rings and I admit that when I went into my last chamber match here, that’s exactly how I was feeling. I went in there thinking “this is going to be too hard” rather than “I’m going to find a way to win against all odds with so many big names” and I finished a VERY disappointing fourth place. Cassie, you’re going to be far too much in your own head and something tells me you’re especially going to be targeting Mercedes considering you’re going to be wanting her head on a platter and you’re feeling like she cost you our tag team match.

That doesn’t leave YOU off the hook, Mercedes. You’re someone that only puts her whole heart and soul into a match whenever it’s most convenient for you and our tag team match was literally the perfect example of that. You didn’t even bother saying a fucking word going into our match other than whining on Twitter about being Cassie’s partner and when we actually had the match? I could tell that you were feeling like you’d rather be elsewhere. I could tell that teaming up with Cassie was the last thing that you wanted to do. So, here’s the score here. You can fuck right off with that attitude and you can quit half-assing and sleepwalking your way through your SCW career. I can respect your accomplishments and I will admit that you’ve been better as of late. I think perhaps, you could maybe be in the final four of this thing, maybe final 3, if you actually TRY to step into that ring and TRY top prove that you can grow and evolve with the division instead of being the glorified nostalgia act you’ve allowed yourself to become and relying so much on what you did years ago. I want to at least respect you as a person for that much, but you’ve never given me a reason to. I know what you’re capable of when you actually try your best. I felt that when I beat you for the Internet Championship. But ultimately? I just don’t think that you want it bad enough and even if you did, your reasons for wanting to be on top are selfish and self-serving at best. You’d only want to be champion again to silence the haters and pad your resume and that’s not the kind of champion this company needs.

And finally…”

I took a bit of a pause and a sigh. I thought back to the tag match and how Kayla got the pin and how much that was bothering me some and I did everything I could to keep my composure as I began to address the champion that I dethroned.”

“You had to know that I was going to save Kayla Richards for last. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t agree with the way she carries herself at times, but I’ve never gone out and blatantly disrespected her or said that she doesn’t deserve anything or even rooted for her to fail the way others have. Here’s how I realistically see this match going: Cassie and Mercedes are going to cancel each other out. Necra and Candy are going to do the same. For all of the disagreements that we have, I think we can both agree that we SHOULD be and WILL be the final two in this thing. Now, also knowing Kayla like I think I do, she might come out of the gates and seeing the people in the chamber match and she might even think that half the wrestlers in this thing shouldn’t be in this thing at all and she’s going to be wishing that wrestlers of better quality like Julianna, Bella and Victoria were in this match. Fine. She can have her opinions as abrasive as they are. And Kayla, I know you’ve had a history of pointing out how you’ve had opponents that have beaten you before, but the moment you get a rematch, you end up beating them right back.

The likes of Keira Fisher and Melissa fall into that category as far as the Internet Championship was concerned, but let me be blunt here: Melissa might have been a strong Bombshell with potential, but she didn’t quite meet that and I KNOW I am better than her. Keira might be the Hall of Famer that she is, but I’ve faced her multiple times and even a time when the Internet Championship is on the line. You lost the belt to her, I didn’t. Hell, she never beat me in a match whenever we faced so I KNOW I am better than Keira. I get it, you’ve had successes in rematches, but when you factor in the chamber, that trend of yours is going to be in some massive trouble and also, our last match? It was a reverse situation of that ‘rematch situation’ where your opponent was the one that evened the score and that’s exactly what I did. You might have a little more momentum having gotten the pin in that tag match and getting a win over Bea last week, but I’m even more determined to keep this than I was to win it from you in the first place and I don’t give a shit if this match is happening in Tucson where you beat me at High Stakes, I will STILL find a way to win. The pressure has shifted the other way and you’re coming into this KNOWING that this might be it for you…

That if you don’t win this chamber and come away with the championship again, you could find yourself at the back of the line. I know the feeling being there at Inception, but I managed to pull through and come away with the championship. That pressure HAS to be eating away at you KNOWING how you think and KNOWING that you’ve always had that all or nothing mindset AND that ‘having to silence people’ mindset. If that wasn’t enough? You’ve got this new Aaron girl nipping at your heals and all of this personal drama with Finn and as we’ve seen in recent weeks, that has been quite the distraction for you and that’s something that you’re not going to easily put out of your mind while I don’t carry any outside distractions coming into this thing. Aside from maybe some of my own obstacles that I have to overcome mentally to win this thing, I am not tied up in a war with someone else and that means I’ll be more focused and I’ll be more ready while you continue to be in your own head as you typically are without that Aaron distraction to begin with. You can talk about your ‘rematch’ trend all you want and you can sing to the high heavens how in a rematch, you always get the person that beats you back, but this is NOT going to be one of those times, I WILL buck that trend along with all the other trends that I’ve mentioned already and you might even wish that you never gave me that rematch at Inception to begin with. You’re going to be my toughest challenge of the five that I’m facing at Blaze of Glory, but in my second run in this company, as I proved once and for all when I defeated you, I’ve only gotten stronger and I will CONTINUE to be stronger no matter what ANY result in ANY match has to say and more than anything else, that’s how I’ve been able to learn how to get out of my own way and meet my fullest potential.

When I eliminate you at the end and when I come away STILL the SCW Bombshells World Champion, that potential is going to come out of me now more than it ever has at any point in my career.

With that, I shut the camera off and decide to take in the serene nature and the peaceful environment of Mount Lemmon. Going into a brutal first title defense, I’m going to need all of the mental peace that I can get.

[Mercedes Vargas]

Almighty Fire
semana del 16 de 23 de marzo 2025

What a difference a week makes.

You know, I said it before Climax Control 419: I thrive under pressure. But that night? That night was a bitter pill to swallow. I don’t make excuses, and I won’t start now. The fact is, I got pinned. Me. Mercedes Vargas—the name synonymous with excellence in SCW. And that cuts deeper than any loss ever could.

Cassie Wolfe and I didn’t see eye-to-eye, but that’s no excuse for what happened in that ring. Andrea Hernandez and Kayla Richards? They got the better of us, and I’ll give them credit—they capitalized when it mattered most. But don’t mistake this loss for weakness. If anything, it’s a wake-up call.

That woke up call came against Candy, unfortunately, and while I felt sorry for her, someone had to get momentum, right? Right.

This isn’t the end of the story; it’s just the beginning of a new chapter. Blaze of Glory XIII is still on the horizon, and I’ll be damned if this setback defines me or if anyone thinks this loss has slowed me down. Andrea, Kayla—enjoy your little victory while you can because when we meet again, the outcome will be very different. Mark my words.

Let’s talk about my competition for a moment. Andrea Hernandez? Still clinging to that tired narrative of being overlooked. Sweetheart, there’s a reason people overlook you—it’s because you’re forgettable. Nobody underestimates you because they fear you—they do it because you’ve proven time and time again that you can’t deliver when it counts. Then there’s Kayla Richards, who thinks being edgy and brooding makes her special. Newsflash: it doesn’t. You’re just another dime-a-dozen wannabe trying to make a name off my legacy. And let’s not forget Candy—bless her heart—who’s more suited for a children’s birthday party than an Elimination Chamber. As for Cassie Wolfe? She couldn’t even hold her own in a tag match, and now she thinks she can survive in the most brutal structure in wrestling? Adorable.

And then there’s Necra Octavian Kane—three-time Bombshell Roulette Champion and a master of manipulation. She thinks she can trick her way into the Chamber? Please. She might have fooled Christian Underwood, but she won’t fool me. I’ve seen it all, and I won’t be outsmarted by her tricks.

The Elimination Chamber isn’t for the faint of heart; it’s for legends, icons, and trailblazers—like me. I’ve shattered records, broken barriers, and made history in SCW. This match isn’t about proving myself; it’s about reminding everyone why I am the standard-bearer of this division.

Kayla Richards loves to run her mouth about how I’m just ‘making up the numbers.’ At this point, I’m not sure which ran longer—her mouth or her title reign—but she couldn’t be more wrong. She thinks I don’t deserve to be in this match? Let’s get one thing straight: I’ve been earning my place in this company long before she even laced up her boots. So while she’s busy throwing shade, I’ll be doing what I always do—proving why Mercedes Vargas is no one’s filler and showing why I’m still better than most. And let’s not forget Kayla’s little tweet about her sister thinking I’m ‘dead LOL.’ Really? Kayla might think calling me old is clever, but next Sunday night at Blaze of Glory XIII, they’ll all see that Mercedes Vargas is very much alive—and still the one to beat."

Andrea Hernandez loves to lecture me about growth and maturity as if she has any room to talk. Growth isn’t about changing who you are; it’s about adapting and surviving—and I’ve done that better than anyone in SCW history. She wants to play the moral high ground now? Spare me. Beneath all that self-righteousness is the same insecure little girl who tears others down to feel better about herself.

Andrea Hernandez, Kayla Richards, Candy, Cassie Wolfe, Necra Octavian Kane—they’re all stepping into the same structure, but let’s be clear: they’re not stepping in with just anyone. They’re stepping in with a Grand Slam Hall of Famer. I’ve seen it all, done it all, and overcome it all. The chamber is unforgiving, but so am I.

The truth is, none of these women have what it takes to step into my world and walk out victorious. I’ve built my career on breaking barriers and setting standards that none of them can reach. While they’re busy trying to figure out how to survive, I’ll be doing what I do best—thriving under pressure and proving why I’m still the most dangerous Bombshell in SCW history.

Blaze of Glory XIII will be my masterpiece, and the Elimination Chamber will be my canvas. When that chamber door closes, it won’t matter how much they talk or how much they think they’ve prepared—because when you step into the ring with Mercedes Vargas, preparation means nothing. Legacy means everything. And my legacy? It’s untouchable.

So go ahead, ladies—bring your bravado, your delusions, and your best efforts. Step into the chamber with me and watch how quickly your dreams turn into nightmares. Because when it’s all said and done, there will be no doubt who reigns supreme and there will be no question who the most dangerous Bombshell in SCW history is. The road to Blaze of Glory XIII ends with me standing tall while the rest of you are left picking up the pieces of your shattered dreams. Scorched earth? No problem—I’ll burn it all down if I have to.

You call me selfish? Fine. You call me old? Fine. You call me inconsistent? Fine. But after next Sunday, there’s one thing you’ll HAVE to call me—Champion.

~~~

[Mercedes searches around and finds the karaoke machine. She begins setting it up.]

[The doorbell rings. Mercedes opens the door to find a stream of guests, including some she hadn't invited.]

MERCEDES: (excitedly) Oh, come on in! Welcome!

[Germán enters with his dog.]

GERMÁN: Hey, Mercedes! I brought my therapy dog, Max.

MERCEDES: (surprised) Uh, thanks, Germán. I didn’t know you were bringing a dog.

GERMÁN: (smiling) Yeah, he’s a great icebreaker!

[Silvia enters, dressed as a Victorian-era vampire.]

SILVIA: (excitedly) Oh, I love the theme! I dressed up as a vampire.

MERCEDES: (confused) Uh, Silvia, it’s not a costume party.

SILVIA: (disappointed) Oh, I thought it was. I saw the balloons and assumed...

[The karaoke machine starts blasting music. People begin singing over each other. The dog runs loose, causing a commotion.]

LUIS: (shaking his head) I told you so.

(Luis slips away to avoid the mayhem.)

MERCEDES: (frantically) Okay, okay! Let’s get this under control!

[Mercedes tries to regain order, but the party continues to spiral out of control.]

Present Day ♦ S A N T A M O N I C A, C A L I F O R N I A

[REC•]

[The camera opens with a sweeping aerial shot of Santa Monica State Beach. The golden sand stretches for miles, dotted with volleyball courts and lifeguard towers. The iconic Santa Monica Pier stands proudly in the background, its Ferris wheel spinning lazily under the California sun. The sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls fills the air. The camera cuts to Mercedes Vargas standing near the shoreline, her boots planted firmly in the sand as the tide gently laps at the beach behind her as she begins to speak.]

"We finally made it. Blaze of Glory week. The main event. The Elimination Chamber. Six women. One championship. And a structure that doesn’t care about alliances, reputations, or egos. This isn’t just a match—it’s survival of the fittest. And when that bell rings, all bets are off."

[The camera pans slightly as Mercedes turns to glance at the pier in the distance before refocusing on her.]

"Let’s talk about my opponents. Andrea Hernandez and Kayla Richards have been running their mouths nonstop about how their destined to win this match. Andrea is the Bombshell World Champion for now, but she knows as well as I do that staying on top is harder than getting there. And Kayla? She's dangerous, sure—but danger doesn’t intimidate me. I’ve faced more than my fair share of it over my career.

Candy—poor, Candy. She's like a child who wandered onto a battlefield thinking it’s a carnival ride. This isn’t a playground; it’s a war zone. Her bubbly personality might win over fans, but inside this chamber? It won’t save her from what’s coming."

[Mercedes narrows her eyes slightly as she shifts her focus.]

"Then there’s Cassie Wolfe, the rookie with everything to prove. While I admire her fire and determination, this isn’t just any match. This is a proving ground where legends are made—or broken. And trust me when I say that experience will always trump enthusiasm."

[Her tone sharpens as she addresses Necra Octavian Kane.]

And finally… Necra Octavian Kane. The so-called ‘Queen of the Dead.’ I don’t know if she realizes what she’s signed up for this time around—or maybe she does, considering how she tricked Christian Underwood into signing that contract making her the final entrant in this match. Clever move, but cleverness only gets you so far when you’re locked inside four miles of chain and steel. Necra may thrive on fear and intimidation, but inside that chamber? Fear won't save her, and intimidation won't stop me."

[Mercedes steps forward, her boots crunching lightly in the sand as she stares directly into the camera.]

"Each of you brings something different to this match—strength, speed, cunning—but none of it will matter when that chamber door locks and there’s no way out except elimination or victory. You see, while you’re all busy trying to make statements or settle scores with each other, I’ll be focused on one thing: walking out as Bombshell World Champion.

Andrea and Kayla think they’ve already won this match before stepping into the chamber. They’re so busy patting themselves on the back from that tag match a few weeks ago that they’ve forgotten one crucial thing—the future doesn’t exist without the past. And I AM the past, present, and future of this division."

[The camera shifts slightly to capture Mercedes's profile as she gestures toward the ocean behind her.]

"They’re formidable opponents, no doubt about it. Andrea is the Bombshell World Champion for a reason, and Kayla is as dangerous as they come and has proven herself time and time again. But here’s the thing: they’re not invincible. Andrea might be on top of the mountain right now, but she knows as well as anyone that staying there is harder than getting there. And Kayla? She can run her mouth all she wants, but when that bell rings, words won’t save her from what’s coming."

[Mercedes turns back to face the camera head-on, her expression resolute.]

"Andrea, Kayla, you both think you’ve already won this match before stepping into the chamber. You’re so busy patting yourselves on the back from that tag match we had a few weeks ago that you’ve forgotten one crucial thing—the future doesn’t exist without the past. And I AM the past, present, and future of this division. You can try to rewrite history all you want, but the fact remains that every time I step into that ring, I remind the world why I’m still here. Why I’m still relevant. Why Mercedes Vargas is a name that will echo through the halls of SCW long after you two have faded into obscurity.

Let me remind you of something. While you’re busy throwing insults about age and experience, I’m standing here as a two-time Hall of Famer and a former two-time Bombshell Champion. You can mock my longevity, but it’s that very longevity that has built the foundation for this division. Without veterans like me, there wouldn’t be a stage for rookies like Cassie Wolfe or bitter rivals like you to shine. Hell, you'll be lucky to even have a job at my age. 

You talk about my attitude, my consistency, and my past accomplishments as if they’re relics of a bygone era. But let me make one thing clear: history isn’t just something to look back on—it’s something to build upon. And every match I step into, including this elimination chamber, is another chance to add to my legacy. You call it selfishness; I call it ambition. You call it insecurity; I call it hunger."

[The camera zooms in slightly as Mercedes steps closer to emphasize her next words.]

"Kayla, you laugh at the idea of me walking out as champion. But let me tell you something—luck doesn’t win championships; skill does. And while you’re busy trying to tear others down with your words, I’ll be tearing through opponents with action. You call me selfish? Let’s talk about selfishness for a moment. Kayla, you’re so desperate for attention that you’ll say just about anything to get people talking about you. You don’t respect anyone—not your opponents, not your tag partners, not even yourself. And Andrea is no better. She loves to play the victim, to act like she's overcome so much adversity, but deep down, shes just as self-centered as you. The difference between you two and me is that I don’t need to tear others down to build myself up. My legacy speaks for itself.

You love to talk about how I’m just ‘making up the numbers’ in this match, how I’m some relic clinging to relevance. But let me ask you this: if I’m so irrelevant, why is my name always in your mouth? Why do I live rent-free in your head? You call me a selfish egomaniac, yet here you are, so obsessed with tearing me down that you’ve forgotten the one thing that matters most—winning. That’s the difference between us. While you’re busy trying to prove a point with your words, I’ll be proving mine with my actions. So while you're busy trying to be clever on social media, I’ll be busy rewriting history in this company. So keep laughing—because when I pin either you or Andrea next Sunday night, we’ll see who gets the last laugh.

Andrea, you claim I lack maturity and growth? Yet here I am, still standing tall while others have come and gone. Growth isn’t about changing who you are; it’s about adapting and surviving—and I’ve done that better than anyone in SCW. You want to play the moral high ground now? Spare me. You talk about how you’ve grown, how you’ve evolved since our first encounter, but all I hear is the same old Andrea Hernandez—bitter, condescending, and desperate to convince everyone that you’re better than me. Beneath all that self-righteousness and moral posturing, you’re still the same insecure little girl who needs to tear others down to feel better about herself. You call me stubborn? Maybe I am. But at least I’m honest about who I am and what I stand for. Can you say the same?

You want to lecture me about consistency? Sweetheart, I’ve been consistent for over a decade. Consistently winning. Consistently making history. Consistently proving that no matter who steps into that ring with me, they’re stepping into MY world.

You and Kayla love to talk about my age like it’s some kind of weakness. But let me tell you something about age—it’s a privilege. It’s a testament to my resilience, my endurance, and my ability to adapt in an ever-changing industry. You think calling me ‘grandma’ is an insult? Please. I wear my years like a badge of honor because every single one of them represents a battle fought and a battle won. Can either of you say the same?"

[Mercedes smirks and adjusts her Hall of Fame rings.]

"You both think you’ve got this match figured out already. You think your little alliance is going to carry you to victory. But alliances don’t mean a damn thing inside the elimination chamber. When that bell rings and it’s every woman for herself, all your trash talk and bravado won’t save you from what’s coming. Because while you’re busy trying to tear each other apart—or worse, trying to tear ME apart—I’ll be focused on one thing and one thing only: walking out of that chamber as the Bombshells Champion."

[The camera pans out slightly as Mercedes glances briefly at the pier again before locking eyes with the lens.]

"So go ahead and laugh now while you still can. Mock my age, mock my legacy—but remember this: legends never die. And when all is said and done, when your words are nothing but echoes lost in the wind and your egos are shattered on the chamber floor, it’ll be Mercedes Vargas who stands tall once again."

[The waves crash louder behind her as she delivers her final words.]

"Come Sunday, the elimination chamber won’t just be a battleground; it’ll be proving ground where I remind everyone why Mercedes Vargas is not just a name but a legacy. And when the dust settles, whether you like it or not, you’ll be forced to respect the woman who refuses to fade away."

"You see, this isn’t just another match for me. It’s not about proving myself—I’ve done that for over a decade. It’s not about silencing critics—they’ve been wrong about me time and time again. This match is about cementing my legacy, about reminding everyone why Mercedes Vargas is not just a name but a force of nature in this division

[Mercedes smirks one last time before turning away from the camera. The shot lingers on her silhouette against the ocean backdrop before fading to black.]

[***Fade***]

[Cassie Wolfe]

The week of Blaze of Glory XII was finally here and with it came the biggest match of Cassie’s career to date! Not only was it the Main Event but Cassie was facing Kayla Richards, Candy, Necra Octavian Kaine, Mercedes Vargas, Candy and the World Bombshell Champion Andrea Hernandez for the World Bombshell Championship in the Elimination Chamber Match! Can Cassie shock the world and win the title?

Backstage at Climax Control 416, San Diego, California
Sunday the 16th of February 2025, 18:00pm

It’s been over a month since I qualified for the Elimination Chamber Match by beating Alexandra and to be honest? It still doesn’t feel real.

I mean, yeah, I had help from Victoria Lyons as she wasn’t exactly thrilled at being ignored in favour of what was (at the time) an unknown prize and yeah, we would later learn that the match would be for the World Bombshell Title and the Main Event of Blaze of Glory but at that point? I just wanted to get a win under my belt, I have said that I wasn’t happy with how I won the qualifier match and that is the truth, I would’ve preferred a clean win.

But in the end? I got the win, and after a giant clusterfuck of a qualification process, I’m in a World Bombshell Title Match against five Bombshells who have all held titles in the past, including the reigning and defending champ.

No pressure right?

”Holy shit! I did it!” I muttered to myself after returning to the backstage area following the qualifier, at that point I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that Victoria had cost Alexandra the match, the only thing that mattered was that I had stamped my ticket to Blaze of Glory, all without Josh being at ringside for the match because he was managing Jessie at Wrestleleague on the same night that weekend. ”And all without Josh at ringside!”

”Congrats Cass, you did it!” Harper congratulated me as she walked up to me with a big grin on her face before we shared a big hug. ”Who knows? Maybe I’ll get a qualifier next week?”

”And endure the possibility of the High Stakes Rumble part two? I think I’ll pass.” I responded as I shook my head, ironically in hindsight? Harper getting a qualifier match probably would’ve made the whole process go a lot smoother, at the very least Christian wouldn’t have been scrambling to find replacements for two weeks in a row. ”I mean yeah, eliminating you would be a lot more involved than just throwing you over the top rope but my point still stands.”

”Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Harper nodded in agreement as she folded her arms, off course she would later earn herself a shot at Bella and the Bombshell Internet Title on he same show but that wasn’t until the end of the cycle. ”So, aside from me, who else would you not want to see qualify in the coming weeks?”

”I’m not even sure if Tempest still wrestles for the company so she’s out, Prudence would just be a pain to deal with and definitely not Bea.” I responded after thinking for a minute and in hindsight? Maybe I should start playing the state lottery considering none of them qualified, hell only Prudence got a match and she lost to a pregnant Bobbie! ”As for who I want to face? That’s a great question, I can’t shake the feeling that the World Bombshell Title will be involved somehow but if Andrea is added, does Kayla join her?”

”That would fill in the other two slots, but that still leaves two other slots to fill.” Harper nodded in agreement as she thought for a moment. ”I know Necra returned tonight but would they give her a qualifier so soon?”

”She is a Hall of Famer and former champ from back in the day, and let’s face it they didn’t waste any time in throwing me into the title picture after I showed up at Summer XXXTreme.” I responded with a nod as I thought over the roster. ”Think I’ll just wait to see how the rest of the qualifiers play out, I mean, how chaotic can it be?”

”I think you just jinxed the rest of the qualifiers.” Harper joked and yeah, hindsight? Maybe I did, but hindsight is 20/20 and all that. ”At least we know Josh will be proud of you when he gets back from managing Jessie at Wrestleleague!”

”Yeah, proud and ready to make me train my ass off in the coming weeks!” I responded with a grin and Harper nodded in agreement. ”Shall we celebrate with something to eat in catering?”

”Sounds like a plan.” Harper responded with a grin before we walked off.

Look, the fact that me and Mercedes ultimately ended up being the only participants in the women’s chamber match that earned their spot through qualifying matches may have made that whole conversation hilarious in hindsight but the match, after several weeks of scrambling, was set! Me, Mercedes, Kayla, Andrea, Necra and Candy! World Bombshell Title on the line! And yeah, after the weeks ticked on I couldn’t help but feel like I was in over my head but I wasn’t going to drop out of a chance of a lifetime.

And who knows? Maybe I’ll walk out of Blaze of Glory the World Bombshell Champion?

Josh’s Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday the 23rd of March 2025, 18:00pm

In case you haven’t noticed? The past month has been crazy as fuck! Basically everything that happened after my controversial win over Alexandra at Climax Control 416 has felt like a whirlwind to say the least and now I’m gearing up for the biggest challenge of my career.

Again, heading into the match with Alexandra, I wasn’t thinking about the chamber of whatever was at stake, I just wanted to secure myself a win! And while the result was tainted I’m still in the chamber match and I’m in position to possibly win the World Bombshell Championship! Just gotta get past Candy, Necra, Mercedes, Andrea and Kayla first! While the task is daunting the fact is that I’ve got just as good a chance as anyone else in the match.

Okay granted, I’m pretty sure some heads will explode if Mercedes is the last Bombshell left standing but still!

“Cass, I know the match on Sunday is intimidating but you have to stay focussed.” Josh instructed me after I took a break from training and I nodded. “This is the biggest match of your career, you have fought hard to get here and I know you’ll do well.”

”It’s not that I don’t think I’ll do well in the chamber.” I responded as I shook my head and Josh nodded. ”It’s just that the reality of the situation is setting in, I’ve got a one in six chance of becoming a World Champ this Sunday, how many other women my age can say that?”

“True, but diamonds are made through pressure.” Josh assured me and I grinned in response. “The bosses booked that match between you and Alexandra because they thought Alexandra would be a shoe in for the title, you proved them wrong.”

”And now’s my chance to prove everyone betting against me in this match wrong?” I asked before letting out a deep breath, thinking about an even that happened two years ago that haunted me. ”Do you remember the last time I was on Blaze of Glory?”

“Last time?” Josh asked with a confused look on his face and I nodded. “I thought you signed with SCW last Summer?”

”I did, but for a while, back when Krystal was on the Bombshell Roster? I basically acted as a hanger on for her, accompanying her to shows and all that.” I explained before letting out a deep breath. ”Then came Blaze of Glory X two years ago, the night Krystal joined the Saviours and attacked me just because I wanted some answers from her.”

“Right, I remember now, Krystal’s allegiance with The Saviors was ultimately short lived but her actions that night had ripple effects throughout the rest of the year.” Josh nodded as he got the idea before he frowned. “You never got over that attack, did you?”

”Hard to get over someone you looked up to and helped you through training turning her back on you like that.” I sighed before I let out a deep breath, ”Me and Krystal are on much better terms these days, she even called me when I was setting up the Home Gym last week to wish me luck in the chamber match, but it’s still a bad memory that I associate with the event that’s hosting the biggest match of my life.”

“Look, Cass, I’m no professional but you can’t let that haunt you forever.” Josh assured me and I nodded after letting out a deep breath. “Krystal was going through a lot during that time but she’s moved on, so can you.”

”Do I even need to point out what Krystal went through to move on? And hell, it was a while before I could even forgive her.” I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. ”Who knows? Maybe I can use the chamber as some kind of aggressive therapy? If nothing else it’ll cost a hell of a lot less than going to see a therapist!”

“Is that including medical bills or not?” Josh asked dryly and I just shook my head. “And remember, therapy or not, you’re still fighting for the biggest prize in the Bombshell division.”

”Don’t I know it!” I responded before I resumed training.

Cassie’s Promo Room, Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday the 23rd of March 2025, 21:00pm

*promo time*

As I got ready to cut my second promo for the Elimination Chamber Match I had quite a bit on my mind.

”You know, I was nervous as fuck during week one, just think about it for a second: most of my opponents have years of in ring experience over me on top of the title situations that I brought up during week one.” I stated as my five opponents appeared on the green screen behind me. ”But as we enter week two? A flood of memories came flashing back, and none of them good!

Need I remind you of what happened two years ago at Blaze of Glory?” The green screen showed Krystal’s attack on me at Blaze of Glory X, an even that set the tone for the rest of the year in more ways than one. ”Time heals all wounds or so they say, me and Krystal have since made amends but for the past two years? This incident has haunted me! And given how crazy fucking expensive therapy bills are? I’m going with an alternate treatment: taking it out on my opponents on root to HOPEFULLY winning the World Bombshell Title!”

And on that note?

”And I’m sure you’re not thrilled at being reminded of Krystal’s existence Andrea, the animosity between you and her is practically legendary!” I added as the green screen showed Andrea’s face. ”Unfortunately I felt that it was inevitable that I bring her up during the lead up to the match, and yeah, I could resolve all this by seeing a therapist about my issues, but why waste money like that?

After all, seeing a therapist won’t potentially see me winning the biggest prize in the Bombshell Division by the end of the night!” I added as I smirked a bit. ”I may have had a defeatist attitude during week one but with tis motivating me now? I feel like I can take on the world! Or at least take the World Bombshell Title!”

Speaking off!

”You know, I’ll be the first to admit that “Kayla having a grudging respect for me after wrestling me once” wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card, especially since the first match was a preview for the Chamber Match itself!” I scoffed as Kayla’s face appeared on the green screen behind me. ”Life can be funny like that sometimes huh? Here’s another example for you Kayla: here you are, entering the chamber wanting to take back “your” title as if the World Bombshell Championship was named after you or something!

Granted they may as well rename the Mixed Tag Team Titles so that they are named after you and Finn’s team that only you two can pronounce the last name off but I digress!” I added as I flipped some hair over my shoulder. ”But back to my point: wouldn’t it be funny if, after all your bluster? Lil old me was the one who eliminated you from the match Kayla? Your ego will tell you otherwise but it can happen and before you know it? You’ll be back to square one!”

And now for the others.

”And speaking of egomaniacs: I’m going from one who at least has credibility to the woman who’s easily the most delusional wrestler in this match!” I added as Mercedes’s face appeared on the screen behind me. ”Oh Mercedes, no matter how many times you drop the ball, no matter how many times you get beaten, especially in title matches, you get up make an excuse and come back for another round, the blackmail you have on the bosses must be something fierce!

But the truth is Mercy? Father time is coming for your ancient ass!” I stated with a smirk as I paced around a bit. ”And where will you go after you lose this one? Who knows and frankly? Who cares, this is my time to shine!”

And now for someone from the same era.

”As for you Necra? What’s there to say? You’re like Mercedes except you got out while you were still ahead and now you’re back.” I stated as I brushed some hair over my shoulder. ”I’ll admit, I don’t have as much to say about the last two opponents in the match as I do about Kayla, Andrea or Mercedes but for two different reasons, in your case?

It’s the fact that you are before my time.” I admitted honestly with a shrug. ”I know or what you’ve accomplished in SCW don’t get me wrong but I still have over a decade of wrestling to catch up, based on what I’ve seen so far? I am looking forward to going up against you but you are someone who’s back catalogue I need to catch up on.”

And finally?

”As for you Candy? You didn’t exactly have much to say in general during week one, did you?” I asked hypothetically as Candy’s face appeared on the screen behind me. ”Which is kinda surprising when you remember how you were added to the match! At least Necra made her voice heard but you? Nope, nada, nein, not a single peep.

And as a fellow PWS: Apex Alumni? I’m disappointed.” I admitted with a shrug before flipping some hair over my shoulder. ”Hopefully you prove me wrong during week two but until then? I look forward to going up against you in this match.”

It’s that simple.

”Going into this match I thought I was in for a Chamber of Horrors, but now? I’ve realized one thing: diamonds are made through pressure and who in this match has more pressure on her shoulders than me?” I asked hypothetically as I folded my arms. ”No one! That’s who! Everyone with an opinion on this match is expecting either Andrea to retain, Kaula to win back the title or hell, either Mercedes, Necra or Candy to shock everyone.

But me? No one expects the small, petite twenty one year old from down under to walk out the champion.” I added before grinning broadly. ”Which will make my win next Sunday all the more shocking!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”This is now about more than just a title match to me, it’s about exorcising old demons attached to Blaze of Glory as a whole! And now, two years after someone I looked up to threatened to potentially end my wrestling career?” I shook my head as I thought back to that fateful night. ”I enter the chamber against Kayla, Necra, Candy, Mercedes and, of course, the World Bombshell Champion Andrea as a woman on a mission! I was a nineteen year old girl and barely a year out of wrestling school when Krystal attacked me, and now, two years later?

I return as a twenty one year old woman, ready to shock the world in the main event of this year’s edition of that very show!” I added as my opponents’ faces appeared on screen again. ”To all my fans? Don’t let life’s obstacles get you down because I let that incident haunt me for two fucking years! But more importantly? In a world of fake queens and therapy through violence? Be yourselves and be a rebel princess! And as for Andrea, Kayla, Mercedes, Candy and Necra? Be ready because I’m Hungry Like The Wolfe!”

I turned off the camera as the scene fades.

[Dreamkiller]

Chapter 62: Entanglements

I remember it like it was yesterday. The first time I met him.

A wrestling star. A guy who had been a prodigy. A young world champion. I had just moved to the US. Following my big sister from the UK. I had trained, I had worked hard, and through my sister, I got a job. Starting off at the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Or IWF for short. So many had high hopes for me, but I still felt in my sister's shadow. Her name is Amber Richards. The gypsy rose, the black raven of Norwich. I looked up to her. I had no choice. I had to. She was a champion, a star, a goddess when it came to the professional wrestling business. And she was dating him. The biggest star in IWF.

Alex Jones.

I sat backstage, my hair was tied back and I was very VERY different from the woman I am now. Back then I had only a few tattoos, my hair was long but with a few blonde streaks and no piercings. And also a few cups smaller, if you catch my drift. I was young what the fuck do you want from me? But I sat there, new to the country, the business, and the company. And I watched my sister run up and kiss a man who was a star and the world champion of that company. My jaw dropped. I was shocked. She hadn’t told us, any of us, that she was dating him.

Alex left the road, I blinked a few times and shook my head before taking a deep breath and getting to my feet moving over to my sister. Amber was in perfect shape, she trained hard and worked hard. She was climbing the ladder and one of the biggest companies around. I took a deep breath and folded my arms over my chest before checking no one else was around. ”What the hell?…you’re dating him?”

Inbox Smile I’m turning into Me with a small shrug over to her gym bag. Grabbing her hoodie, she threw it on over her wrestling gear and zipped it up. ”Dating…that’s a strong word” She giggled and sighed heavily. Amber spun around and sat down on one of the benches her hands slipping down as they gripped the edge of the bench looking up at me. ”Alex  isn’t that type of guy…”

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. ”Not that type of guy?”  I was confused, you say back then when I was young and innocent I wasn’t exactly sure how the world worked. The fact that relationships and sex sometimes mean less about intimacy more about the give and take of the world. What you can give each other and take in return. The quid pro quo. ” What kind is he then?”

Amber took a sharp breath in and sat back, she was thinking. I could tell that she was trying to rationalize things in her own mind so she could spin a tale that would make sense to me. But I was young enough at that point to let her do it. And naive enough to think that she might be right. ”He’s the guy around here right now. Alex isn’t the type of guy you date, he’s the type of guy that you get seen with. That you make sure everyone knows it’s yours.” She flipped her hair back and smiled.

Amber was always the type of girl who did things like this. She had a relationship with her trainer, she did everything she could to get a position higher on the card to become a bigger star. That’s just who she was. ”Right. So that’s why you’re with him? Cause he makes you look like a bigger star?”  I didn’t realize how deep my question was. Or how would be perceived.

Amber stood up and shook her head ”That isn’t the only reason…” She was shocked and turned before raising her hands over her head and running her hands through her long black hair ”He’s smart. Funny…and really hot…”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. She was right, he did have a certain charm about him. He was younger then, he didn’t have the same weathered eyes or the same grey in his beard. I shook my head unsure of what to say or what to do. The door opened, Alex was there and he motioned to Amber. Amber weed at Me and ran to the door before leaving with him. But, time marches on and we all grow. We all change.

And standing in Ambers's kitchen… I really felt like I had grown in the last few years ”He is such a raging arsehole.” I could hear the growl in my voice. It dropped a few octaves as I paced back and forth. Now I was in my current day glory. Long straight black hair tied back. Piercings. Heavily tattooed.

Oh, and the tits. The big glorious fake tits.

I ground my teeth together and looked across the kitchen bench at Hammer. She shook her head, her hair haircut just above her shoulders, her make-up impeccably done, dressed in a tight-fitting black long-sleeve shirt and black jeans. She was still in great shape, despite the fact that she was no longer in the ring. She was a mother. A great mother. ”I will never understand what the fuck you saw in him”

Amber took a sip of her coffee, tilting her head as she looked across at me, I knew nothing that I could say would phase her. My sister is nothing if not pragmatic. And also used to my bullshit by now. ”First off…it was over a decade ago and second why are you so angry?”

Why was I so angry? Was she serious? I took a deep breath and moved my head from side to side hearing a few cracks run from the base of my skull down my spine. ”That prick lied to me, lied to Finn. He’s fucking Aaron….” I paced back and forth my feet stomping on her floor as I went. Amber sat stoically and just waited I growled and kept going turning back toward her. ”Why wouldn’t I be angry?”

She sighed slowly, set her cup down, and clasped her hands together before leaning forward and balancing her arms on her elbows. ”You’re angry because two men, with massive alpha egos, are going at it and doing everything they can to get under each other's skin? And that a known manipulative bitch manipulated a womanizing man whore?”

Well, when she put it like that. But it didn’t help. I was still angry and seething. I was still twitching and wanted revenge. I think my sister knew that. But at the same time, part of Me understood where she was coming from. I was getting angry at people doing things that came naturally to them. She had a point. And that made me even angrier. ”They are screening with me and screwing with Finn. And it’s not just Alex being with Aaron. I don’t give a shit about that. He can stick his dick in whoever he wants. But I have a problem with him taking shortcuts against Finn…”

”Shortcuts” Amber replied and shook her head before standing straight up. ”Do you know why I don’t wrestle anymore? Cause it has nothing to do with not being good enough or not having the passion. It’s fear. Fear that after all this time the world has just passed me by…” She paused and shook her head before leaning back and moving around to me. ”Alex would have that same fear, but, at the same time, I’m not sure. He isn’t the same guy I knew, the same guy that I was with….I saw it in his eyes when he and Aaron were looking at you and Finn….there’s something else there…like…hatred….”

She sounded sad and concerned. A strange melancholy. I couldn’t hide the indignation on my face. I knew how it looked, I felt her eyes glide over me and I folded my arms over my chest closing my body language off again. ”So, what? I’m supposed to give Alex a pass because he’s having a mid-life crisis? Like he’s the only guy who starts acting like a spoilt brat and gets himself a younger slutty girlfriend? Nah, fuck that….and Aaron?...she keeps trying to ruin my life…so I’m going to ruin hers. But first I have to get my title back…”

”Stay focused, but also, don’t underestimate Aaron, I’ve known women like here my entire career…and tell Finn not to underestimate Alex, he’s more dangerous than either of you know,” I nodded at my sister, turning and walking away. I understood where she was coming from. But I wasn’t about to let this stand or let Aaron take anything else away from me.

Stupidity is contagious

”Y’all are dumb.”

Kayla stepped forward, her long hair flowing down as she paused and let the simple words sink in. Almost as if she wants everyone to believe the three-word statement is all she is about to say. The be-all and end-all of her promotion leading up to the Elimination chamber.

”Never have I ever listened to a group of women be so unbelievably wrong yet somehow believe they’re right. Before I get on to the opponents in the elimination chamber, let me instead point out a woman who isn’t even in it. Bea Barnhart. A woman who says she beat me or beat me up, or whooped my ass. Honey, Bea, if you even dreamed that you have beaten me you better wake up and apologize. And if Bea was in this match, I would end her. But, she isn’t, so she can escape the beating I’m about to give the rest of these bitches. Bitches like Candy.”

“The only one of you who was smart enough to keep her mouth shut was Candy. But even then this comes with some of its own issues. Like, here we have a woman who is loved by the SCW fanbase. Loved. For stupid reasons. But still loved.”

“Something I struggle to understand. I understand liking certain wrestlers who panda to you, but pandering on a level that she does with the kind of cringe that she throws out there is something that I personally cannot understand people liking or even tolerating in this day and age. You are a joke candy. You are a glassy-eyed reminder of what it was like 10 years ago before women’s wrestling was taken seriously. You are a relic.”

“A forgettable one from a bygone era.”

“And here you are stepping back into this company and taking up a spot in a huge match that someone younger and more talented than you could’ve had. It’s pathetic. You are pathetic. And the only redeeming quality you have is that up until this point, it seems like you are fully self-aware of the fact that you are pathetic. And at Blaze of Glory, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that you get eliminated first. Because you deserve that. You deserve to be put in your place and a reminder that you shouldn’t have come back and that you cannot hang with the best of the best of this division anymore. Not that you ever could.”

Kayla spits her venom and closes her eyes with a chuckle before clearing her throat and smiling.

”But, unlike Candy, everyone else refused to stay quiet. It seems like the rest of you don’t like to live by the adage that it is better to stay silent and be thought of as a fool or open your mouth and remove all doubt. Cause Cassie, well Cassie made me laugh. Really she did. The whole “Bitchy McBigtits” and calling me “top-heavy” were particular favorites. And hey, I’m sure there are plenty out there who are wondering why I’m not angry that I got body-shamed by croc-a-whore dundee. Well…it’s simple..”

“It’s all she has.”

“The only thing Cassie can try and get on me for is having big tits. Oh no, so sad. Taking away the clear envy in her voice then we have to look at everything else she could have said about me. Like I have a bad attitude, I think the world revolves around me, I have a huge ego, and can be slightly delusional. All things she could have said. She can’t pick on my win-loss record cause, well, hers is shit compared to mine. Her whole career and life is shit compared to mine. So instead she decided to attack my body and my perceived weakness.”

“Hating someone else being champion.”

“That was a mistake, Cassie. Cause that showed us all how young, immature, and NOT READY you truly are. What a stupid thing to say, Of course, I hate the idea of someone else being the world bombshells champion. If you don’t hate the idea of someone, or anyone else being the champion while you aren’t, then you need to re-evaluate your life as a wrestler. So, I’m going to do you a favor and end it all before it can begin. And send you packing.”

Kayla chuckles and grabs a bottle of water, taking a sip, cause this is a long one.

”Just like I will with Necra. See, Necra, we don’t take kindly to people who are heavily on drugs in this company, and seeing you here, hearing your comments, and seeing your clear delusions of grandeur. All I can say is: Wow. It;’s incredible that SCWs hiring standards have fallen so far that they have let you back in. And I should be surprised considering we have people like the aforementioned Bea Barnhart on the roster. But your erratic and baffling behavior notwithstanding you are by far the weirdest weirdo we have in this company.”

“And keep in mind we have a guy who has a cactus as his “best friend” and said cactus is engaged to a fucking dog. So when I say you’re a weird delusional human being Necra, I mean it.”

“All your past accomplishments, wow, it’s strange though, you have more nicknames and monikers than you do championship reigns. But hey I get it. The nicknames, the whole queen of death dog and pony show you’ve got going on, you need to think up clever ways to make yourself interesting, cause otherwise, you’d just be some boring self-righteous moron yelling at the clouds about “back in your day” or some shit.”

“Still a little weird you’d say you beat Bea and I “barely handled” her. I beat her, I beat her on Climax Control before Blaze of Glory, I beat her when I took the Internet title, and I beat her in my debut. Bea has never been anything to me and the fact you said that makes me question if you even pay attention to the shows or if you’re too busy sitting in a spa somewhere while grinding on one of the jets while listening to the funeral dirge or whatever it is you fake ass necromancers like to do…and that is more than you had to say about me, which is funny since you wouldn’t have had anything to say about me the first time if I hadn't of cut my promo first you lazy responding bitch”

“You aren’t worthy of being the bombshells champion and I’m going to kick your damn head off…”

She grinds her teeth together and takes a deep breath.


”Just like I’m going to do to Mercedes Vargas. Again. Since the senile old bitch seems to forget she has never beaten me. Ever. And that her tenure means nothing. And yet Vargas I mean that. Your whole attitude is what is wrong with you old farts. Same as Necra. Same as Candy. You are what is wrong with wrestling today because you believe the fact you have hung around this company like a bad smell you can do what you want.”

“So let me just clarify this. As a former champion, as a woman who held the title for almost three hundred days, I was entitled to a rematch, a rematch I earned through being a dominant champion. And I could have waited till this little song and dance was over, but I didn’t. Instead, I wanted to get in the ring and whoop all of your asses to prove a point. But you? You want to say you earned your right to be in this match by your tenure alone. And that Mercy is exactly why people give you shit about your age and how long you’ve been here.”

“Cause you believe you can just float around and your name hands you all you want and need”

“You don’t work for SHIT anymore”

“And if you were you win the bombshells title? By some fluke or happenstance, then it would just get worse. Cause that would, in your mind, validate you. It would prove we were all wrong and you were right and justified. Now, the truth is, I don’t care about your age or how long you’ve been here. I care that you don’t feel like you have to work the same way the rest of us do. The only way I can describe it is that you’re a disease. A fucking STD. You got caught in Vegas and it’s never been treated. Instead, just like herpes you just stay….well…I’m going to get rid of you, once and for all…”

She takes a deep breath in, her attitude turning even more serious. Her eyes burning as she seems to refocus on the person that really matters in this match. The champion.

”Now, the one person in this match that matters. Aside from me of course. The champion. Andrea Hernandez herself. The one person the entire women's roster should be focused on. Cause as you well know, when you’re the top dog you have a huge target on your back. But Andrea, well Andrea is smarter than the average bear. See, Andrea knows that the one she has to worry about in this match is me. Now, there are many reasons to crow about Andrea as champion. The fact I beat her and she came back stronger than ever and was able to snatch that title from me is an accomplishment that should be celebrated.”

“The fact is, as I said before Andrea has earned the right to be called the best woman on the roster right now. The best in the world, the measuring stick, the champion. That is the pressure that Andrea has on her shoulders. It’s the pressure that makes so many others crack. It’s the pressure that can destroy you. But unlike someone like Candy or Necra, or Cassie or Mercedes, Andrea can handle it. So I’m not going to beat Andrea by having her crack under that pressure and become a shivering shell of herself”

“And I’m not going to outsmart her either.”

“Cause Andrea, you’re not going to fall into the same traps others have. The women like Keira and Melissa. Yes, I heard you mention them and I heard what you have to say. You are right, you are better than them. And you won’t be the same as them. But I think you also misunderstood my point See, I said when I get beaten I come back stronger, and I didn’t mean my opponents get worse or that they weren’t prepared for me, I meant that I get better, that I rise to the occasion and learn more. And in a loss so monumental as the one I suffered against you…well…”

“I learned a lot, and I’m sure I will be even better. And that isn’t a slight on you. I’m not going to sit here and say you beating me was a fluke or you didn’t earn it. Ause you did, you absolutely earned it and you beat me. What I am saying is that beating me again is going to be a struggle. One that others have not been prepared for…”

“Are you prepared, Andrea? You could be, you’re good, damn good, better than most. Shit I have said it before. I meant it too. But when I said you were better than most, when I said you were the champion and you earned it, I didn’t mean you were better than me. Now, you haven’t fallen into that trap others have where you’ll discount who I am and what I’ve done but you will still fall into that small hole, that one that everyone does. Pride. You will believe you beat me once and can do it again and when we are face to face, covered in sweat and blood, when we are struggling to breathe and everyone else is gone, when it is just you and me in that cage you will see what6 it’s liked to be dragged kicking and fucking screaming into the dark water, and it’s there when your heart can’t take it and you can't go on….where you see you distorted broken reflection in the water…”

“Where I will fucking drown you…”

[Mercedes Vargas]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 23 al 30 de marzo de 2025

Blaze of Glory is just around the corner, and so is the Elimination Chamber—the most unforgiving structure in wrestling. Six competitors will enter, but only one will emerge victorious. They think they can take me down, that they can outlast me in the unforgiving confines of that steel cage. But let's be real—most of them can't even outlast their own hype. My opponents? Let’s just say they’re nothing more than pretenders to the throne, clinging to the hope that somehow, someway, they’ll manage to outmaneuver the greatest of all time

Andrea Hernandez has been riding high with that title, but I bet she never expected her first defense to be quite like this. She may hold the gold now, but after Blaze of Glory, she’ll be lucky if she even remembers what it felt like to be champion. Because she won’t just lose the title—she'll lose the illusion that she ever belonged in my ring.

Necra Octavian Kane, the supposed dark force of this match. Her theatrics might scare some people, but I don’t flinch at shadows. Because when you strip away the mystique, she’s just another competitor who will fall to me like the last two times we met for the Bombshell Roulette Championship all those years ago.

Kayla Richards wants to avenge her loss to Andrea so bad, she can taste it. But I have a feeling she's still going to be searching for her first pay-per-view win this year. When they scrape what's left of her off the Chamber floor, they'll find just three things: her teeth, her pride, and my boot prints. The first two will be shattered and the last one? That's her new reality from now until retirement day.

Cassie Wolfe is looking to defy the odds, when the odds weren't with her in the first place. She calls herself, the ‘Rebel Princess’? More like the Sacrificial Lamb of this Chamber. She talks about being ‘hungry’? Hunger fades eventually. And when that cage locks, you’ll realize too late that your fairy-tale rebellion ends with me playing the Big Bad Wolf… and you? You’re just dinner. A cautionary tale.

Candy seems more concerned with being everyone’s favorite sweetheart than actually winning matches. Guess nobody told her that Charm doesn’t win championships. If it did, she would be undefeated.

Oh, you want more? You want me to keep going? Fine. Let’s keep this train rolling because, clearly, you just can’t get enough of Mercedes Vargas—and honestly, who could blame you? I’m the reason you tune in. I’m the reason this company thrives. Without me, this place would be nothing more than a revolving door of mediocrity. So sit back and let me educate you on why I’m untouchable, undeniable, and absolutely unstoppable."

You see, people love to throw around words like legend or icon, but those words don’t hold weight unless they’re attached to my name. Let’s be honest—there isn’t a single person on this roster who can match what I’ve done or what I continue to do. They call themselves champions, contenders, trailblazers—but when they step into the ring with me? They’re exposed for what they truly are: overhyped amateurs.

And oh, how they try. They bring their flashy moves, their big talk, and their desperate attempts to make a name for themselves at my expense. But here’s the truth: I don’t just beat them—I break them. I take their hopes and dreams and crush them under my boot like the insignificant specks they are. Because that’s what happens when you challenge Mercedes Vargas—you don’t just lose; you get erased.

But let’s not forget the critics—the ones in their echo chambers typing away about how ‘Mercedes Vargas is too cocky’ or ‘Mercedes Vargas doesn’t deserve her spot anymore.’ Oh, sweethearts, let me make something crystal clear: I didn’t just earn my spot—I built it. Brick by brick, match by match, victory by victory. And if you think your opinions matter to me? Think again. I don’t need your approval or validation. And I certainly don’t need your permission to keep being the absolute best in this business.

While you’re busy criticizing from the sidelines, I’m out here making history—again and again and again. To anyone who thinks they’re ready to take me down? Let me save you the trouble: you’re not ready. You’ll never be ready. Because stepping into the ring with Mercedes Vargas isn’t just a challenge—it’s a career-defining moment. For me? It’s Tuesday. For you? It’s the day you realize that everything you’ve worked for means nothing when you’re standing across from greatness.

So bring it on—bring your best shot, your biggest dreams, every ounce of fight in your body. Because when it’s all over, when the dust settles and the crowd is left in stunned silence, there will only be one woman standing tall: Mercedes Vargas.

And if that bothers you? Good. That means I’m still doing what I do best—being better than everyone else.

~~~

[The marina smells of diesel fuel and failed dreams. Hugo stands transfixed before Seas the Day, Tomas' decaying twenty-foot fishing boat, as if beholding the Sistine Chapel of poor decisions. The vessel lists slightly to starboard, its peeling paint job revealing layers of nautical regret.

Hugo breathes, grabbing his friend's shoulders with the intensity of a televangelist.]

HUGO
Tomas… you’ve been sitting on a goldmine.

[Tomas takes a lazy sip of his beer, unfazed.]

TOMAS
It’s a boat.

[Hugo spreads his arms like a cult leader addressing his flock.]

HUGO
No. It’s "The Floating Penalty Box"—the greatest illegal sports bar in harbor history. Five TVs. Local ads. We’ll print money!

[As if to punctuate the declaration, the boat's corroded nameplate clatters onto the dock. Tomas eyes the rusted hull.]

TOMAS
Sounds like work.

HUGO
You’ll be "Head of Vibes."

[A beat. Tomas raises his bottle in salute.]

TOMAS
...I accept.

[A dry voice cuts through their scheming.]

"Please tell me this isn't another fantasy football scheme."

[Mercedes Vargas leans against a piling, her crossed arms straining the sleeves of her hoodie. The morning sun glinted off the championship belt slung over her shoulder like a particularly tacky purse.

Hugo spins toward her with the grace of a used-car salesman spotting a mark.]

HUGO
Mercedes! Perfect timing. You'll be—

MERCEDES
Let me guess: "security."

[His grin widens.]

HUGO
Director of Guest Relations.

[Tomas translated through a mouthful of beer.]

TOMAS
You throw drunks overboard.

[Mercedes sighed—the sound of a woman who'd body-slammed men for twenty years and still hadn't earned this level of nonsense. In one fluid motion, she hooks Hugo into a headlock, her bicep crushing his windpipe with practiced ease.

MERCEDES
Raise your hand if you want a demo.

Hugo flails like an overturned turtle. Tomas raises his beer bottle.

Later, Inside the Boat

[The cabin smells like wet socks and poor life choices. Mercedes pokes a warped floorboard with her toe.]

MERCEDES
This is the dumbest plan since Ricardo tried to open a vineyard in his studio apartment.

INT. RICARDO’S STUDIO APARTMENT – FLASHBACK (NIGHT)

[A MATCH CUT from Mercedes’ wrestling belt to a wine bottle clutched in Ricardo's hand. He stands amid a disaster: A bathtub overflowing with bruised Concord grapes, a stolen "Napa Valley Vineyard" sign hung crookedly above the toilet, secured with duct taped to the wall, and Irma painting protest signs ("This is NOT Sonoma").

He swirls a jelly jar of murky liquid, his silk scarf catching the dim light.

RICARDO
Philistine. This bathtub’s porcelain is older than most French oak barrels.

[He raises the jar like a chalice.]

RICARDO
Behold… Château Ricardo!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

[Carmen fills the doorway, badge glinting under harsh hallway fluorescents.]

CARMEN
Neighbors called. Again.

[Ricardo’s grip tightens on the jar.]

RICARDO
Terroir is anywhere you dream it! Even...

[He gestures to moldy shower tiles.]

RICARDO
—in a rent-controlled Studio 6B.

[Carmen steps over a pile of stomped grape skins. Her boots leave pulpy evidence. She snatches the jar, sniffs.]

CARMEN
This smells like Robitussin.

RICARDO
Complexity!

Irma silently holds up a new protest sign: "ARREST THIS MAN."

[END OF FLASHBACK]

[Hugo, Tomas and Mercedes surveys the moldy interior of the boat. Hugo, undeterred, gestured to their "amenities": A bench upholstered in what might've been carpet in the 1980s ("VIP section!"), a dented bucket ("Keg cooler!"), her abandoned wrestling belt in a puddle ("Lost & Found slash weapon!")

Mercedes massages her temples. Twelve years in the ring, two torn ACLs, and this was her retirement plan?

Hugo claps her shoulder.]

HUGO
Exactly why it'll work.

~~~

Present Day ♦ T U C S O N, A R I Z O N A

[REC•]

[The Cactus Moon Saloon is quiet except for the hum of a dying neon sign. Mercedes Vargas kicks open the doors, her boots scattering dust across framed photos of midget wrestling posters deliberately hung at knee-height. She stops beneath a flickering neon "Lucha Libre Tonight" sign, its pink glow reflecting off the scars on her knuckles as she slams her fist onto a scarred wooden bar table.

"Let me get this straight. Candy wins her SCW in-ring return against Miss Manners—good for her, I guess—and suddenly Christian Underwood hands her a golden ticket straight into the Chamber match? No qualifying match, no struggle, just a free pass? And then we have Necra Octavian Kane pulling off one of her little stunts, getting Underwood to sign a contract that makes her the final entrant. No match, no announcement, just manipulation.

"Meanwhile, the rest of us are out here busting our ass week after week, earning our spots the hard way. But apparently, that doesn’t matter anymore. You don’t need to win matches or even talk to management. You just need to be Candy or Necra Octavian Kane. That doesn’t sound crazy to y’all? Because it sure sounds crazy to me."

[Mercedes grabs a shot glass from the bar, crushes it in her palm, and lets the shards scatter across the table like confetti.]

"Let’s get one thing straight: this match isn’t about proving anything to my opponents. It’s not about silencing the haters or earning your respect. I don’t need your respect—I’ve already got the respect of everyone who matters in this business. This match is about one thing and one thing only: reclaiming my spot at the top of this division. And if that means going through both of you—and anyone else who dares to stand in my way—then so be it.

"You want to talk about pressure? About adversity? Let me tell you something about pressure—it’s what creates diamonds. And I’ve been under pressure my entire career. Every time someone like you called me washed up, every time someone said I didn’t belong anymore, every time someone tried to write me off—I proved them wrong. Time and time again. And Sunday night will be no different."

[Mercedes takes a step forward, her eyes burning with determination.]

"I earned this opportunity. I earned every goddamn right of being in this match. I wanted to be in this match. I deserve to be in this match. There is no one alive on this roster than can say that I don’t have what it takes to become world champion. If you want to talk about dedication, if you want to find one of the pillars of the women’s division, you don’t have to go very far. Whether I was featured in the pre-show, the opening match, the mid-card or main eventing, there was a good chance my name was on the card and a very good chance you would see me in the ring. Just like you'll see me in the ring at Blaze of Glory.

"And when it’s all over—when I’m standing tall with the Bombshell Championship in my hands—you’ll finally understand why they call me ‘The Dynasty.’ Because no matter how many times people like you try to count me out… I always find a way to win."

[Mercedes pauses, letting her words sink in.]

"But back to Candy. Sweet, sugary, pointless Candy. You walk around here like winning a popularity contest means you deserve a title shot. Well guess what? The Chamber isn’t a pageant. There’s no judges, no scoring, no second chances. Just pain. And when you’re locked in there with me? You’re gonna realize that being liked doesn’t make you dangerous. Let me break this down for you, cupcake. That bubbly personality? Those cutesy winks to the crowd? They won't save you when I'm stomping your ribs through the steel grating. The Elimination Chamber doesn't care how many kids wear your merch—it only cares how much pain you can endure. And judging by how you tapped out to a basic armbar last month? You'll be screaming before the first pod opens. Tell me, Candy—when you're curled up in that corner, makeup running, begging the ref to stop the match... will you still be smiling then? Or will you finally understand what happens when a real woman takes your dollhouse and burns it down?

"You're not an athlete—you're a mascot. A living, breathing participation trophy who thinks smiling through losses makes you 'resilient.' Newsflash: Real champions don't get applauded for failing pretty. They get remembered for making their opponents bleed. And honey? When I'm done with you, they'll need to peel your glittery façade off that cage floor with a spatula.

"So go ahead, Candy—smile for the cameras. Wave to your little fans. Because when that pod door opens, the only thing sweet about you will be the sound of you crying when I’m done with you.

"Sprinkle, sprinkle."

[The camera catches Mercedes crushing a handful of candy sprinkles in her fist, letting the colored dust fall onto a nearby flyer for "Tiny Athletes, Big Fun!" at ZONA 520. She grinds the glitter into the wood with her boot heel as t takes a moment to collect herself before addressing Cassie Wolfe.]

"And Cassie… I know this is probably overwhelming for you. Being thrown into a match like this with so much on the line—it’s a lot for anyone, let alone someone as new as you.

"Now you’re standing across the ring from me, and let me make one thing perfectly clear: this isn’t about teamwork anymore. This is about survival. And when it comes to survival in this business, there’s no one better than me."

"You’re young, Cassie. Hungry. Full of potential. I see it; everyone sees it. But potential doesn’t win matches—experience does. And while you’re still figuring out who you are in this ring, I’ve already carved my name into the history books. You may call yourself ‘The Rebel Princess,’ but in this match, rebellion won’t save you. Your high-flying antics and youthful energy may dazzle the crowd, but they won’t be enough to overcome the decades of knowledge and skill I bring to that ring. You're so eager to prove yourself that you don’t even see how out of your depth you are. You’re like a puppy chasing cars, clueless about what to do when you actually catch one."

[Mercedes smirks coldly.]

"You might think this is your moment to prove yourself, Cassie. To show the world that you belong in the same conversation as the greats. But let me warn you now: stepping into the ring with me isn’t an opportunity—it’s a lesson. A lesson in what it takes to truly succeed in this business. A lesson in why legends like me endure while rookies like you struggle to find their footing.

"And don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten how quick you were to dismiss me when we were partners. You didn’t trust me then, and now? Now you’ll learn exactly why underestimating Mercedes Vargas is the biggest mistake anyone can make."

You wanted to prove yourself on Sunday? Well, congratulations—you’re about to get your chance. Just don’t be surprised when it ends with you looking up at the lights while my hand is raised in victory."

[Mercedes pulls out a Cassie Wolfe "Rebel Princess" bandana from her pocket—stained with what looks like blood—and uses it to polish her knee pad.]

"Andrea, right now you tell yourself you're number one, and the only way to prove it is by being number one, and holding the Bombshell World Championship makes you number one. But let me tell you something: you could be a challenger, a contender, or even a champion—but when you’re standing across from me, you title means nothing. Because when the bell rings and it’s just you and me in that ring, that's when reality hits harder than my knee to your pretty little face. So enjoy your little Cinderella story while it lasts, princesa. Because when the clock strikes midnight at Blaze of Glory, you'll wake up bruised, broken, and beltless - wondering how you ever thought you could hang with the elite. And that's not a prediction. That's your immediate future."

[Mercedes flips open a Tucson sports newspaper - Andrea's face circled in red with "THE PHOENIX" scrawled across it - before setting it ablaze with a Zippo. She watches the flames consume the page in a rusted barrel marked "SCW Trash".]

"Kayla Richards, you think this is your redemption story? You think this is your time where you get the guy, the gold, and the glory? Two out of three ain’t bad—but the gold will be with me. Let me paint the real picture for you. When that chamber door closes and there’s nowhere left to run, no excuses left to make, and no more words left to say—you’ll realize that you’re not stepping into the ring with just another opponent. You’re stepping into the ring with a legend. A survivor. A champion. Sunday won't be your redemption story, When the Chamber locks, you’ll realize: this isn’t your moment. It’s just another chapter in mine.

Your little ‘bad girl’ act doesn't intimidate me. I’ve faced women tougher, smarter, and far more dangerous than you could ever dream of being. You don't think I belong in the main event, and that's fine. But ask yourself: what’s worse—having to face Mercedes Vargas in that Chamber... or having to explain to the world how badly I broke you on the way out.

"Hug Finn tight tonight, mamita. After Sunday, you’ll need a shoulder to cry on."

[Mercedes snatches a "Kayla 4 Champ" sign from the wall, tearing it in half with before throwing the pieces at the camera.]

"Necra... oh, Necra. You never could leave well enough, could you? You could have been livint a simple, happy life in retirement, but we all know the reason you retired was because you couldn’t hack it. The Chamber’s gonna remind you why.

"You slink around in your little black leather and your face paint, pretending you’re some kind of monster under the bed. But let me tell you something—monsters don’t need costumes. Monsters don’t pretend. And when the Chamber locks behind us? You’ll realize the only thing scary about you is how badly I’m going to expose you.

"You want to play mind games? Fine. But here’s the thing about mind games—they don’t work on someone who’s already five steps ahead. You think your little theatrics intimidate me? Please. I’ve broken tougher women before breakfast. You’re not a nightmare, Necra—you’re a joke. A cheap haunted house attraction where the only thing screaming will be YOU when I put you through the damn Chamber floor."

[Mercedes kicks over a chair, sending it clattering into a wall of lucha libre masks—one resembling Necra’s painted face cracks down the middle. She stomps on the fragments, grinding them under her boot heel.]

"So here’s my advice to anyone who thinks they’ve got what it takes to step up to me: bring everything you’ve got—your talent, your ambition, your desperation—because trust me, you’re going to need it. But even then? It won’t be enough.

*You see, the difference between me and the rest of you is simple: I don’t just talk about being great—I am great. My name is etched in SCW history, not because I begged for opportunities or whined about being overlooked, but because I took everything this business threw at me and turned it into gold. Andrea, Kayla, Candy, Cassie, Necra—you’re all walking into the Elimination Chamber hoping for a miracle. Me? I’m walking in knowing I’m the inevitable.

"This match isn’t about who’s the nicest or who has the best sob story—it’s about survival. It’s about who can endure the pain, the punishment, and the brutality that comes with stepping into that chamber. And let me tell you something: none of you have what it takes to survive me. I’ve been through wars in that ring, I’ve faced legends and broken records, and I’ve done it all with a smile on my face because I thrive where others crumble.

"Blaze of Glory XIII will be no different. When that chamber door locks and there’s nowhere to run, no one to save you, and no excuses left to make, you’ll all realize exactly who you’re dealing with. I’m not just another competitor—I’m Mercedes Vargas, the standard-bearer of this division, the measuring stick by which all of you are judged. And spoiler alert: none of you measure up.

"So pray to whatever god you believe in that you don’t end up in my pod. Because when that door opens? I won’t just eliminate you—I’ll erase you. And years from now, when people talk about Blaze of Glory, they won’t remember your names. They’ll only remember how I turned all five of you into footnotes on my path to immortality.

You wanted a war? Congratulations. You’re cannon fodder. See you in hell, ladies."

[Mercedes exits into the desert night, but not before she carves "DYNÁSTYA" into the table with a switchblade. The camera lingers as distant coyotes howl.]

[Candy]

Ooc: sorry for crappy rp. Rough week for me, personal problems.


*The scene opens up to show Candy in her craft room. She was hard at work bedazzling a special jacket she was going to to the big match. It was a white base with beautiful silver stitching. A big “C” bedazzled in bright pink gems was in the middle. She looked at it, happy with how it was turning out. Her voice was heard talking as a voice over*

I've been thinking a lot lately, about a lot of stuff. This big match coming up, for example. The huge Elimination Chamber match at Blaze of Glory. When I returned to SCW, I didn't expect to get tossed into a match of this magnitude. Marcus taught me that word! Don't I sound smart? Anyways! I was coming back to have some fun, put on some good matches, and see all my SCW friends and fans. I'm so honored to have been put in this match with so many talented people.

*She got up from the desk and walked to the shelves, grabbing a jar with sequins in it. She smiled as she looked at them and headed back over to the jacket. She began to sew the sequins on in the letters “MV”*

Mercedes Vargas is a really really REALLY good wrestler. She is kinda mean, but alot of the women in SCW kinda are. But that's ok. Mercedes beat me last week, and that's ok too.

*She finished up the letters, and started in on a new set, “KR”*

Kayla Richard's seems like she will be fun to have a match against. I don't really know her all that much. So I really don't have anything to say about her. But she earned her spot in this match and I'm super excited to be in a match with her!

*She moved on to another set of letter, “CW”*

Cassie Wolfe has such a cool name! I bet she's tough like a wolf! Wolves are really cool, and so pretty! Maybe she has a pet wolf? MAYBE I CAN PET IT![/]

*Another voice entered the voice over, that of her dear friend Carmen*

Candy… focus…

*Candy at the table looked around like she heard something, shrugged, and went back to work*

Focus! Sorry, sometimes I get sidetracked with cool things. Anyways, Cassie is go na be awesome to wrestle against! I can't wait!

*Candy grabs a new thing of thread and keeps working, the new letters are “AH”*

Andrea Hernandez is the champion. So that means she is really good, right! I can't remember if I've ever faced her before, but I'm sure we have. Maybe. Probably. Possibly. I don't remember. Anyways! I'm excited to wrestle her too! When you fight a champion, and you do really good, you get their respect! And that's what I'm gonna do!

*Candy finished the letters and moved to the last spot, as she had been putting them in a circle around the big C. This time she was making “NOK”*

Necra Olivia Kane. I think that's her name. She confuses me. She got mad at me the night I returned and attacked me. I don't get it. I didn't do anything to her. But she kept going after me. So I guess this match is my turn to get a little revenge on her? I don't know. All I know is I'm gonna go out there and do my best!

*Candy held up the finished jacket and smiled as the cameras cut to black*

[GoddessoftheDead]

Act 1: The Ritual of Spring

"Hymn to Phersephone. Daughter of Zeus, Persephone divine, come, blessed queen, and to these rites incline: only-befotten, Plouton's [Haides'] honoured wife, O venerable Goddess, source of life: 'tis thine in earth's profundities to dwell, fast by the wide and dismal gates of hell. Zeus' holy offspring, of a beauteous mien, Praxidike (Avenging-Goddess), subterranean queen. The Eumenides' [Erinyes'] source, fair-haired, whose frame proceeds from Zeus' ineffable and secret seeds. Mother of Eubouleos [Dionysos-Zagreos], sonorous, divine, and many-formed, the parent of the vine. Associate of the Horai (Seasons), essence bright, all-ruling virgin, bearing heavenly light. With fruits abounding, of a bounteous mind, horned, and alone desired by those of mortal kind. O vernal queen, whom grassy plains delight, sweet to the smell, and pleasing to the sight : whose holy form in budding fruits we view, earth's vigorous offspring of a various hue : espoused in autumn, life and death alone to wretched mortals from thy power is known : for thine the task , according to thy will, life to produce, and all that lives to kill. Hear, blessed Goddess, send a rich increase of various fruits from earth, with lovely peace : send health with gentle hand, and crown my life with blest abundance, free from noisy strife; last in extreme old age the prey of death, dismiss me willing to the realms beneath, to thy fair palace and the blissful plains where happy spirits dwell, and Plouton [Haides] reigns."
Orphic Hymn 29


The scene opens on the beautiful Isle of the Gods. The day was still bright and the smell of the fresh flowers seemed to drift on the air. The camera moves over the island and soon comes to a stop on a massive temple that loomed over a part of the vast forest that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The smell of incense drifted on the air as the sound of voices could be heard coming from within. We see fire pits that were now lit with a strange green flame as a mist seemed to roll across the floor. The camera moves through the temple as we see the same group of people that had gathered in front of the cave mouth just a few hours before know kneeling in front of the young goddess that sat on a throne. Necra was now dressed in a heavy headdress, but still in the same dark robes, as an older woman uttered prayers in a long since dead language.

Voice Over: I wish this was over with... I'm starved...

The blond haired woman continues as Necra sighs and leans back against the back of the stone throne.

Voice Over: I forgot how much I hate this time of year... C'mon Stace wrap it up...

Voice 1: SHOW US YOUR TITS!!!

Necra looks toward the back of the room and sees Ex standing there. She couldn't help but smile. She loved him and he her. Ex treated her like the queen that she was, and never anything less.

Voice 2: SHOW US YOUR TITS!!!

The voice was one she knew all to well, but it had to be her imagination right?

Voice 3: SHOW US YOUR TITS!!!

This time it was softer, but the Irish accent was a dead give away. She gets up from where she sits and moves through the crowd to the back of the room. When she gets there, there stood along with Ex Johnny Reb and his darling Irish wife Avery McCullen. She held a little boy in her arms that was sound asleep.

Johnny: Hey there Spooky! Burger?

Necra: I wish... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

Avery: Hush, the baby's asleep.

Necra: Sorry... What are you doing here?

Johnny: We're on vacation.

Necra: This is not an island resort...

Ex: I know, but they said they needed to get away.

Necra sighs and rolls her eyes as the older blond woman walks up.

Priestess: Can we hurry this along please? I would like to go home to my husband.

Necra: Yes... I'll be back in a few minutes...

The older woman turns and heads back toward the altar as Necra follows behind her. A little girl turns and smiles softly.

Girl: Hi Necra.

Necra: Hello Gracie.

The ritual continues and soon ends. The followers start to head back toward the main house leaving Necra alone with Ex, and the others.

Necra: I'm so glad that is over... Now give me that burger. I'm starved!

Johnny: Here you go Spooky.             

Necra takes the burger and starts to eat. She soon finishes it and sighs.

Necra: Thank you.

Johnny: No problem. When the big man said that you were on the island I figured that you would need something.

Necra: You have no idea... Thankfully this is the last ritual until the fall at least.

Avery: That's good at least.

Ex: That means we don't have to come back for a while then.

Necra: Nope... Where's the kids?

Avery: Back at the house. Some of the servants were there.

Necra: Good. Why don't you guys go and head up to the house? We're having a buffet.

Ex: I'll meet you there.

Johnny: Sounds good. C'mon. Are you coming?

Necra: I'll be there in a few minutes.

She kisses Ex as they walk away heading back toward the house. Necra is now left alone, and starts to walk along the long pathway that wound itself along the beautiful island. The birds sang over head, as a gentle wind moved through the tall trees. Necra moves along with the heavy robes dragging along the ground.

Necra: The days are dwindling, and soon we will all stand face to face in the middle of that ring and only one of us will be left standing in the end. I have to admit this is going to be a match that no one will ever forget. Casey you seem to be the only one that has even shown me some respect and I have to admit that is hard to find with certain people. Most look down or think they are superior in every which way possible. But you seem to have a way about you that reminds me of others that I have faced off against before. But just know that I will not underestimate you, or let you walk from this match in one piece. I plan on doing everything that I can to win this match and if that means I have to put you down, and destroy you then I will.

Necra smirks as she continues along the pathway. Her bare feet never make a sound as she moves along but the leaves rustle to her left. Birds fly from it as she catches another shadow moving through the trees.

Necra: Candy... You have finally said something. IT'S A MIRACLE!! Maybe you took so long because you know what is coming to you? Or is it because you know that you don't belong in this match? I said from the very moment that you came back, you weren't worth my time, and this just proves that I was right about you. You took my thunder of my return and destroyed it. You made it ALL ABOUT YOU! You are nothing to me! You can't even hold a flame to someone like me and you think your return was so much better? That anyone cared if you even came back! At least I am a LEGEND! What are you? You are a nobody! And I will prove that when you are laid out in the middle of the mat and I am standing over you with the Bombshell Championship in my hands.

She continues along the pathway, as the sound of rustling of the bushes once again. This time nothing appears but continues to move through the bushes following her.

Necra: Andrea, you've managed to keep yourself rather calm, and have said very little. I have to admit that it's funny to see you not thinking of yourself better or superior, but we all know that it is going to be a short title reign. I mean you have five of us all trying to take what is yours in the end and only one shall prevail. You can claim that you are not afraid of me, or intimidated but I can feel it, I can see it and it will always be there and that is what I feed of off. I will enjoy each and every moment of this match, because in the end I will be the one walking away with what is rightfully mine.

The trees soon bend over head, creating a canopy. Her eyes seem to shimmer in the dim light around her as a snake slithers out in front of her. It moves toward her and slowly slithers up her leg, and wraps around her arm. She smiles softly petting the snake's head.

Necra: Most animals don't like me, but spiders, snakes, big cats, and most predators seem to adore me. Death is not something that most creatures don't like, but this little guy doesn't see me as a threat... But  poor Mercedes you see as a major threat don't you? You always have. I'm the only one that gave you a real challenge before I left here and now that I'm back you don't know what to do. I saw the look in your eye at your match against Candy and I have to admit I was thrilled at the feelings that I was getting off it. I know that you think you have this match won already but I'm afraid that I can't let you walk away with what I want. But as for me being a monster...

She smirks as a glint of steel seems to catch the light as her eyes flicker red before going back to their normal color.

Necra: If you actually saw what I really am you would believe the rumors, and the stories that have been spoken in whispers about me. I move in the shadows for the darkness give me life, and freedom, the darkness that is around me never leaves for I am death and something that you wish you will never feel or be ready for when the day finally comes for you. Mercedes I plan on doing whatever it takes to stop you and prove once again why I will ALWAYS be superior to you and to everyone that stands in the middle of the ring with me in this match. You never did understand what I am and that will be your downfall in the end.

She laughs as she continues to walk along the long pathway. The roof of the house is soon seen on a slight incline and seems to be shimmering in the late afternoon sun.

Necra: Kayla you still seem to think that you are my superior. But you are nothing to me. I have been in this business a while and have proven myself time and time again, to people that are just like you. You think that I am just going to back off and lay down in this match, but think again. I plan on making you wish that you never started in this business.

She continues along the pathway as a black panther appears out of the bushes in front of her. It moves toward her slowly with it's head down, and purring loudly as it moves around her.

Necra: Alexander... I was wondering where you got to.

The giant panther rubs against her before walking beside her.

Necra: Kayla I'm not sure if you really understand what I truly am. You see I have an issue with a demon that resides deep within me. So yeah, I'm starting to lose my mind to it, just as father is with his, and my brother will with the one that possesses him. But just know this, I will always remain, and will be doing this little song and dance when you are sitting in a room old and gray. I will remain beautiful, and young until the day the final trumpet sounds. I will be the one that will put the chairs on the tables, and turn the lights off, when all is said and done.

She soon reaches the end of the path and we see that massive home that loomed over the vast forest that reached out from it. The followers moved around the grounds getting everything for the feast that was to happen as she slowly approaches.

Necra: Kayla you don't seem to understand the trouble that you are in. You see, if I wished to I could use my powers on all of you and win this match easily, but I decide to fight like a mortal and actually put effort into my matches, and train to keep myself in perfect shape. Yes I could do everything I wished and take what I wanted but I don't, because I am willing to put my body on the line each and every time that I step into a ring. If I so willed it I could unleash the demon that is within me and just reek havoc on the whole arena and just take the souls of everyone around me, but I don't. I love the thrill of it, the risk each time I face off against someone that I don't know or if I do figure out how much more I can put them through before they finally break. None of you understand that I could take and destroy each of you without ever to have to actually lift a finger. But I do it myself because I want to see the fear, the dread, the heartbreak, the tears, the rage all within you. That is why I do this the same way that I have always done it.

She stares up at the house as her eyes start to glow bright red once more.

Necra: With pure wickedness and malice. I will not show mercy to any of you, and I will take great joy in showing you why I am feared, and loved. Why I am the demon that lurks in the dark and shadows. Why if you speak my name you should be afraid that I will come and sit beside you. I have seen things in my life time that you will never understand or ever see, for you will only see one life time, while I will live forever more. Ladies I hope the rest of you know what you are getting yourselves into with this one. I am not going to stop until there are five broken bodies in the middle of the ring, and I am the victor once again. This is where it all ends for you and begins for me once again. I will not back down, I will not stop until I have what I want in the end, and if any of you truly chose to step in my way I will destroy you. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, the Lady in Black, The Reaper of Souls, The Angel of Death, The Alpha and The Omega, The Beginning and the End, The Child of Heaven and Hell. Fear me; for when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

She laughs an evil laugh as she starts to head up the steps with the black panther following behind her as the scene fades to black.

[Julianna DiMaria]

Prior to my first promo and shortly after I had told off my ex, Roddy and I were spending some time together before we made our way back up the interstate to see my mother. Things were cordial between us as they always were and we were reflecting on how I was able to tell off my ex.

“That’s the kind of assertiveness that you need to have…” Roddy reminded me. “It’s always good to stand up for yourself and to stand up for your virtues even if someone makes the effort to try to tell you differently or to throw shade on that bullshit.”

I could only chuckle at this.

“Where were you five years ago? Don’t answer that. It’s rhetorical. By the way, you didn’t set that up did you?”

“Wait? Really? You think I’d plant Lorenzo on you to test you? Is that it?”

“It happens quite a bit on television fiction, you know.”

“I’d never do that to you, Andrea. But, there’s something that I did want to talk to you about and I think now’s the time to start drilling this in your head.”

I felt a little bit concerned when Roddy suddenly pulled off the interstate and onto a smaller road before finding a rest stop and pulling over. I followed him out of his car and we found a nearby picnic table underneath an increasingly dusky sky.

“I talked to Chelsea yesterday….” he began, confusing me.

“You and Chelsea talk?”

“We’ve met at some of your shows when we both happen to be there. She was talking me something about how you were having lunch with her and Myra to celebrate your Hall of Fame in GCW… congrats by the way… and how you weren’t enjoying yourself because you got nitpicky about your title reign so far.”

I sighed, not even trying to deny or hide this.

“Yeah, that happened. They were trying to get through to me but I was too stuck in my feelings to want to listen to them.”

Roddy didn’t react right away and that worried me for a bit.

“I didn’t win my matches against Victoria, Mercedes and Cassie the way I wanted to win them….”

Roddy took a moment before he responded to what I said. IHe didn’t have to tell me that he was disappointed that I was still saying this. I could tell that there was a part of him that really wanted to be blunt with me even if it hurt, but I could also see just how much he was trying to fight it for my own sake.

“Andrea, I am going to give you a pop quiz okay. Did you cheat to win either of those matches?”

“No…”

“Did you beat Victoria?”

“Because Alexandria interfered but…”

“No no no, don’t give me that. Did you beat Victoria?”

“Yes…”

“Did you win that tag team match?”

“Yeah but…”

“DID YOU… or did you NOT win that tag team match?”

“I did…”

“Here’s what I have to say about the Alexandra interference with your match with Victoria and the fact that Kayla got the pin.”

“What?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

My eyes widened a bit as I wasn’t expecting him to say that.

“You won both of those matches and you’ve won every match you’ve been in since you regained your world title. Nothing else matters besides that and that’s the mindset that you need to learn how to have. Sure, you might have some people that you wrestle point out the asterisks and the “yeah, but” nonsense, but let them do that because the truth of the matter is that you’ve been so dominant during your entire time in SCW, in both runs mind you, with your first run being while you were psychologically nowhere even close to your best in fact, that it speaks volumes a hell of a lot more than those two matches. The people that actually know how to be smarter than just stooping to low hanging fruit will come up with a better way to try to verbally psyche you out.”

“Yeah, I am starting to understand…”

“You can have Mercedes try to throw that in your face all you want. You can have Cassie try to throw it in your face. You can have Kayla brag about getting the winning pin in the tag match and you can have her going after you for winning by interference against Victoria, but who cares. Let them fucking talk. Nobody knows your truth except you. That’s the golden rule. Who gives a fuck about what they think and what they say. The truth that you need to come to terms with is the fact that had you NOT gotten so bent over ONE Alicia Lukas tweet twisting something you said after she beat you all those years ago, you could’ve avoided all of the heartache you’d suffer later on. You and I both know that.”

I nodded and there was a piece of me that was even starting to feel discouraged. Was I actually handling being a world champion in SCW all wrong? Was I making the same mistakes again? Could I potentially be on a relapse path should I lose the world title after one supercard cycle again? Those questions were causing a bit of a panic within me, but fortunately, Roddy was able to sense that.

“I apologize if I am coming off harsh in any way.”

“You’re not…” I said with a sigh. You’re telling me the truth that I need to hear and I greatly appreciate that. Roddy, listen. I don’t see things the way you do and I know you understand that and Dad taught and showed you things that he never did for me either because he didn’t get to live long enough to do so or he thought ‘she’s a girl, she can’t handle it’. But damn it, I can handle itr. You have a point. The locker room in SCW is different now, though you still have your straggling jaw jackers, you know? I shouldn’t be doubting myself and killing the moment of my title reign just over those two matches. You’re right. I’m trying so hard to avoid that one supercard and done thing again…”

“You’re worrying too much about that…”

“I know, but I can’t help it! I think to some degree, I have some form of acute PTSD stemming from the first time around to the point where I feel like I always have to protect and defend myself. If I lose this title so quickly again, then…”

“You win it a third time in a circumstance that is much more favorable to you, that’s what you do. You don’t sulk. You rise up and you keep fighting. That’s what you do. Most people that would throw losing the belt in your face and mocking you for the one and done supercard thing are people that either would never win that title themselves, are people that had it for an even shorter time than you have or that will never win the title again. You overcome the Evie thing, didn’t you?”

“Yes…”

“I’m about to bring up another example: Roxi…”

“UGH! Why do we have to bring HER up?”

“Did she not bury you in a promo for a match against Julianna DiMaria without mentioning you by name? Did she not try to twist your narrative and say that you did nothing with beating her even though you won the Internet Championship and had an undefeated 2021 after the fact?”

“She did…”

“What did you do?”

I was laughing now, though mostly at myself knowing that I was complicating the whole situation in my head.

“I came back to SCW and wrote a brand new fucking narrative that not even someone like HER would be able to dictate… of course, this was after I stood up to her publicly and told her to fuck off only to dismiss it because… she’s not important, fuck her. I get your point. I tell my narrative, I write my story, I determine my own worth and not a damn person can say otherwise and if god forbid worse comes to worse, it doesn’t change my truth, nor does it change my narrative.”

“You’ve got it! As long as you give it your best in that ring and stay true to your narrative, a win’s a win. It doesn’t matter if there were shenanigans or if a partner got a pin and not you. Don’t let other people dictate otherwise.”

“Thanks….” I said with a sigh. “Can we go see Mom now?”

“Sure…”

We both stood and then left the rest stop behind, getting back in the car and continuing the trip to Sedona.

The next week…

I swung back down to the Valley obviously on the way to Tucson and while a part of me was nervous, most of me was happy at the fact that I was finally getting to see an old friend that was a ride or die during the SCW days even when I was struggling and I was at my worse. The front door open and Clarissa Vega, my former manager and during the first SCW run, my closest confidant, greeted me with an embrace.

“Come in…” she asked. I noticed the bulky knee brace she was wearing and I even helped her back to the couch and to sit down.

“How’s the rehab, Clarissa?” I asked her, knowing she was a long way back from getting back in the ring herself.

“Great, aside from this brutal rehab. Progress is progress but a word of advice? Never have a meniscus tear. And don’t try to push it if you suspect that you have one.”

“Duly noted…” I said, even with all the empathy coming to my heart seeing her in the shape she was in. “So, you said you had something for me?”

Clarissa reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper with a broken heart on it that I was very familiar with. I gasped with some surprise when she handed it to me.

“You told me, right before you lost the title to Evie in 2020, that should you lose the title, to keep it hidden somewhere and to give it back ‘if by some miracle I am ever champion again’...

Cue me wincing…

“It was a very interesting read then and it’s even more now…”

“Oh god…”

I opened up the time capsule I was handed and right away, I could feel a soul crushing sensation inside my chest as I remembered how the night before my first reign ended, I was writing about how I didn’t believe in myself at all, how Evie was going to run circles around me, how I didn’t stand a chance in hell, how I wasn’t ready to be a world champion and that everything was happening so fast and because I had no experience in doing so, how I wasn’t ready to be a leader and how I was going to lose to Evie ‘tomorrow night’ and that I deserve to suffer because that’s all I had done my whole life. I started to cry a bit seeing that in the last sentence, I wrote ‘I am going to lose, everyone is going to laugh at me, Evie will be right about me and I will never be SCW Bombshells World Champion again’. Clarissa wrapped an arm around me.

“Kayla isn’t your biggest enemy, or Evie, or Crystal, or Myra, or Roxi… it’s been you the whole time. That’s why I invited you here so that you could be reminded of that.”

“How could I ever write any of this crap?” I asked as I grabbed it to tear it only for Clarissa to stop me from doing so.

“No, keep that. You have to!”

“Why would I want to?”

“Because you’re still going to have your ups and downs just like everyone else and should you not survive the chamber with the championship and you need some perspective that things will get better, you will read that and you will remind yourself that you’ve overcome a hell of a lot worse, alright? I know we haven’t kept in touch as often as we used to, but you always were a far stronger person and a champion at heart in many ways, more than you would ever giver yourself credit for. Stop stelling yourself short! I know you so well! You’ve dealt with some worries and some stress about this match as anyone would, but you’re going to be okay even if Kayla or Mercedes or someone else wins. Got that? I love you and you’re like family to me and I don’t want to see you throw away the last two or so years over the worst case scenario.”

I took so much of what I just heard into perspective and as much as I knew in my heart that I had overcome the past and everything that I read in that time capsule, I knew that it was perfectly fine to briefly look back at the very sequence of events that led me to go down the rabbit hole that I did so that I could do everything in my power to prevent it from happening again.

“Look Andrea, it’s your journey that inspired me to become a wrestler myself, even in my mid-30’s, because if you could do it, I could to… and I did being a world champion in my own right and it would’ve never happened if we never crossed paths, so that’s something I need you to remember.”

“Of course. You were there for me when I first got started in this business and you didn’t quit on me at all even during those dark SCW times that I had and you wanted to keep giving by going on your own journey in this business. To hear you say what you just did, that really warms my heart and it surely inspires me. I’ve honestly been a bit of a pain lamenting the way I’ve won certain matches recently and I was pushing and trying to compensate way too hard for the previous reign.”

“Andrea, you are a far stronger person and a much better wrestler now than you were then. You don’t need to compensate for a fucking thing and you don’t need to make up for shit anymore. Short term by winning on Sunday, and long term regardless of outcome, you’ve got this, you own this and I know you don’t want to think about the ‘what if’ in the negative so much, but I’d rather you ne titleless yet be mentally healthy then a world champion that’s pressing because she had matches she didn’t win in the most desirable fashion ever.  Your mental health is more important than any company, any title…”

“That’s a lesson I’ve learned over the last few years so I’m not going to disagree with you at all. But still, I want to win, I’m GOING to win!”

“You’re preaching to your biggest cheerleader aside from your family and Chelsea on that one…” Clarissa said with a laugh. “You’ve got it. Have stronger faith than you did all those years ago.”

“You got it…” I said as we embraced. I stuck around a bit for some lunch but at that moment, I knew I was pulling through and overcoming my recent, needless frustrations.

3-28-2025

Back at Mt. Lemmon for another retreat and another promo. Seeing as how my mind was all over the place for a while because of the pressures of this match, I definitely took heed of some perspective that I was given from those that care about me. I definitely felt more confident as I began to speak.

“The last time that I defended a world championship on a supercard, it didn’t go well for me and I didn’t do myself a favor writing myself a letter that I didn’t deserve to be there and that I didn’t stand a chance. I wrote about how I was going to have circles ran around me and all this other crap but the worst part about it was that in that letter, I made an admission to myself that I was going to lose and that I was never going to be world champion here again. I am so fucking glad that I was able to prove that wrong even when I took a couple of years off from here at one point. So, I am going to drive this point home that I am the one that defines my narrative, I am the one that tells my story and that I am the one that decides how it all goes. Anything that you people in this chamber have to say about me, and I’m sure you’ve all said something that defines what I’m saying here by the way, none of it matters. Win or lose, I am not going to make the same mistake of allowing the words of other people to define me as a champion and while I am not going to make promises or guarantees as far as the outcome of the match is concerned, what I AM going to promise and guarantee is that I will NOT give up, I will NOT just eat shit and go to the back of the line, I will NOT sulk, I will NOT relapse back to what I was the first time around here and I will NOT run away from this championship ever again and I don’t give a fuck if the odds are against me and I have a 5 in 6 chance of losing this…

Worse comes to worse? It doesn’t erase what I did against Kayla and I know in my heart and fucking soul that this isn’t going to be the last time I hold this championship no matter what. I’m here to stay this time and not just in SCW, but also as a perennial contender for this so if you think this is where I buckle and this is where I “get exposed”, you’ve got another thing coming because I am going to fight to my last fucking breath and down to my last fucking drop of blood that I’ve got in me. You’re going to have to beat me down to a damn pulp to take this from me and no matter what happens, my journey, my story, continues on the way I want to tell it with the only question being whether or not I continue it as the world champion for the time being. So, let’s expose some of the stupid narratives and some of the stupid shit said about me, shall we. I’d start with Candy, but unfortunately, up to this point? Nothing to say. All Necra Octavian Kane did was just gloss over my career and really show how out of touch she is with the people that are in this company saying that I haven’t ‘accomplished a whole lot’ in SCW essentially because I have only three belts to my name here. All I have to say to that? Easily? Is that there’s more to my career then the titles: the 2021 unbeaten run, once winning 18 in a row, one of the more dominant Internet Champions when I had it, and really the only thing missing from my resume is a fruitful world title run and I have PLENTY of time in my career for that.

I know that I am going to be a hall of fame member in my own right at some point so I’ve got that going for me so I’m going to move forward with the other three, starting with Cassie. Cassie, for the bright future that you have, I am going to tell you this very bluntly. I might piss you off with what I am about to say, but I am long beyond the point of my career where I am caring about what other people have to say about me at this point. Your WORDS say that you want it, but your actions don’t. Cassie, going into that tag team match I threw in some very harsh criticism about your attitude going into that match and teaming up against Mercedes and I was telling you how much that attitude sucked and that’s not the attitude a champion should be having. Did you, when you talked to me in your promo, even mention ANY of that? Did you even LISTEN to anything that I said? If you truly wanted to be a world champions nd if you truly wanted to break your string of bad luck when it comes to championship matches in this company, then you would’ve addressed that and you would’ve come at me like a house of fire and trying to tell me how wrong I am or hell, even call me a hypocrite because of my past, but no, you couldn’t do that. All you did was try to convince me that you’re not Krystal. You could’ve showed me in that tag team match that we had that I was off base about your attitude or short of that, even talked about it at all, apologized, make a vow to be better and all of that stuff and to me, that tells me that a young wrestler like you has a very uphill battle not just in the chamber, or in SCW< but in wrestling as a whole. How can you be a champion when you showed in a moment in time that you’re not growing as you should be or that you can exhibit any sort of potential for growth? If you’re not willing to address the shortcomings you’ve exhibited, how can you grow to be a champion? Ask that question. Overall? A wasted growth opportunity, an example that you’re not a fast grower,and ultimately someone that won’t win this thing.

And speaking of lack of growth, Mercedes… holy shit…”

I paused for a bit knowing that as soon as her name came up, I had to keep things calm.

“I will start off by saying this: most of the cancers of the past that would twist the narrative about me if they didn’t outright lie through their fucking teeth… like Roxi blind mentioning me like a two-faced coward ass bitch in a promo while I wasn’t in the company saying I ‘did nothing’ with the win I got over her as an example… aren’t in this company anymore and for that? It’s a great thing for this company and for the division because it shows that this division can grow and evolve with time and I have proven that I can adapt and change. However, not ALL of the narrative twisting, lying cancers are gone and Mercedes, you happen to be one of them. You come right out of the gate about me with an outright fucking LIE… this thing about clinging to the narrative of being overlooked. Respectfully, Mercedes, ARE YOU ON FUCKING CRACK? Yeah, that’s a serious question. Are. You. On. FUCKING. CRACK? When in the FUCK, in ANY of my promos or in any social media have I even USED the word ‘overlooked’? Perhaps I said something in the context of hoping I was on a supercard that I wasn’t on such as Violent Conduct for instance, but that’s a competitor’s heart right there wanting the opportunity. I never said I was overlooked. Hell, how the FUCK can I even THINK that I’m overlooked when I got my Belle of the Brawl tournament shot, my recent world title shots. Why the fuck would I feel overlooked? Hell, why would I be overlooked at all? Tell me if I give a shit if people fear me or not. Spoiler: No. Never gave it a thought. But the wrestler you’ve never beaten, who has won 80% of her matches, who won 18 in a row, went High Stakes to High Stakes, all of 2021 and nearly a year and a half without being beaten, is somehow forgettable. OKAY, Mercedes. Whatever! I don’t even need to go deeper than that because that has to be the dumbest fucking shit that I’ve ever heard of me ever since Roxi with “she did NOTHING with beating me” and Krystal Wolfe with calling me a “washed up former Bombshell” and anything and everything Evie Jordan said about me. “

I was laughing at everything that i pointed out and honestly, I couldn’t even stop laughing for a good minute or two. That’s how ridiculous I was feeling about Mercedes and her “forgettable” quip about me and I was showing how much I was OVER letting the empty, shallow, WORTHLESS opinions of the most ignorant, shallow bitches like Mercedes Vargas define who I am.

“Aside from bringing up some numbers, there’s nothing else I need to say about how STUPID calling me ‘forgettable’ is but I WILL say it’s HYPOCRITICAL of you because of all the times you’ve come out and defended yourself against the same old tired bullshit of ‘old, needs to retire, needs to step aside”... none of which I SAID to you going into that tag match despite you inferring that. You’re talking about how you’ve grown and adapted…. I mean, you’ve been a more consistent winner lately… but you’re literally the same person that I first met back in 2019 when I first came to SCW, at least in my view you are. HELL, you even recycled the same thing you said about me back then about how I’m insecure and how I ‘tear down’ others to feel better about myself….you know what? No. fuck that shit. That’s how YOU interpret it and that’s a YOU problem. The TRUTH from my perspective is that YOU are TRIGGERED by the fact that I’m not lining up to kiss your ass, not then, certainly not now and that I tell it like it is because THAT’S WHO THE FUCK I AM and if you don’t like who I am, then get in line, take a number, shut the fuck up and CRY about it BITCH! Don’t bitch at me and throw lies and slander my way just because you’re completely incapable of handling someone else’s criticism of you.

But don’t worry Mercedes, you’re not necessarily the most verbally grandiose exaggerator in this match. Kayla, that would have to be you, arguably. We’ve done this same song and dance twice. I know your style. I don’t need to get into it. Of COURSE you came in and talked about how you come back better and how when you lose, you’re able to get your revenge a hundred thousand percent of the time. I knew that was coming. And I know the trend, but I’m BETTER than those you have lost to before as I’ve mentioned previously. I get your point of view. You don’t want this thing between us to end with me on top. I don’t hate that. I can’t, really. In this weird sort of way, I haven’t seen that kind of fight in an opponent, or a rival of mine that I’ve ever had in my career since my own mentor in Myra Rivers and when I’m mentioning HER in the context of YOU from my perspective, that means a hell of a lot. But I KNOW that you’re desperate to get me back and that desperation is consuming you. I don’t say this as a means of “I’m gonna duck you” or ANYTHING like that because you KNOW ME better than that, but the smart move? You don’t cash in your rematch for an elimination chamber especially when you have the distraction with Finn’s ex lurking around and causing all sorts of problems for you. Your ego and pride are once again costing you when it counts the most and in this chamber match it WILL cost you again. You should’ve waited until it WASN’T a one on one situation and until you handled that personal business that way I DO get you at your best. How can you say that you’ll be better and stronger when your desperation stemming from your pride is pushing you to make such a hasty decision like this? I mean, I get it because you and I both feel and know we’ll be the final two in this thing. You saw me flip that switch when I beat you. I had to do the very thing that you are doing now in order to be the SCW Bombshells World Champion but what you seem to overlook at this point is that I too, am capable of pulling the same type of dominance that you have in the past. Only TWO Bombshells have ever beaten me more than  once throughout my time here. Take that for what it’s worth. Take that 2021 unbeaten run, that 18 match wins treak into account and when it’s all said and done? You WILL realize that after I retain this championship against all odds that you have, after all this time in SCW… FINALLY met your match….