The scene starts with a shot of the SCW Bombshell tag team championship titles. The camera moves up to show Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores just looking at each other and smiling as the title belts rest on a table in front of them. The camera moves around the scene to show a room in a house, a kitchen, a very modern kitchen with shiny black marble work surfaces and stainless steel cooking appliances. Brandi smiles as she looks at the title.
"Now this is something" Cookie says, making Brandi sit up straight and look at her.
"Fuck yeah baby" Brandi starts, her voice excited "These sons of bitches are ours, they're ours and no one can take them from us"
The more wrestling savvy Cookie smiles
"Title runs don't last forever" Cookie says "Some don't last that long at all"
Brandi nods her head
"I know, but this one will" She says confidently "Fucking champion here Cookie. It's our titles now, there ain't no Barbie girl bitch gonna take these babies from us. I'm happy to smash my way through the roster to keep 'em"
Cookie can't help but smile
"Well, enjoy them while you can, competition is hard here in SCW, one of the toughest places I've ever been"
Brandi flicks her head up, curling the left side of her lip up
""I'd like to see them come and try and take this from me"
"Attached much?" Cookie asks with a laugh
"I never got in this business to get titles, just to feed that violent side of me that makes me wanna stamp on pretty little faces, but since we got the two beauties, and I'm not talking about my tits, these other two beauties, things may have changed in my mind and I might wanna win more and more titles here" Brandi says proudly "Also, I wanna still stamp on pretty little faces."
Cookie nods, having learned to let Brandi rant when she feels the need
"Well we have some tough competition at Summer XXXTreme you know" Cookie informs her friend
"Well spank my ass and call me Susan" Brandi says "Who are we facing?"
"The Freakettes" Cookie says with a nod of her head to the left
""Those bitches? Come on, they ain't done shit to even be in this company let alone be a threat" Brandi fires back
"And the lethal lottery team of Jessie Salco and Miss Evangelista" Cookie says with a nod of her head to the right.
Brandi's face scrunches up
"I hate repeating myself but they ain't done shit either here either, and shouldn't get a shot" Brandi shoots towards Cookie.
Cookie shrugs at Brandi.
"In the bosses we trust I guess" Cookie says casually
Brandi rolls her eyes
"Nobodies who wouldn't get a title shot if they other bitches here wasn't tied up beating the hell out of each other" Brandi says "I mean really, these two, one match each against each other and that earns them a shot? Which one of them if blowing someone involved in booking this shit?"
Brandi shakes her head
"I wouldn't worry about them" Cookie says "I've seen this stuff all before, it's one good, one bad, one with morals, one without. It's like a classic fight of good vs evil within one team. They'll explode before they even get near the ring against us, leaving us to del with the Freakettes"
"Who?" Brandi asks
"Freakettes" Cookie replies
"Oh, the ones who's manager is a friend of the bosses, get booked and piss on the bosses by no showing?" Brandi asks seriously
"If you say so" Cookie replies uncomfortably.
"Yeah, they earned a shot" Brandi sarcastically says.
"You just gotta remember..." Cookie says imparting wisdom on Brandi "Lethal lottery teams will get thrown together all the time to challenge, we just gotta be ready all the time to knock them down"
"And stamp on their faces" Brandi replies quickly
"That too" Cookie says with a shrug "But the main thing is to remain ready for the challenge of everyone. You never know who's gonna be thrown together and thrown at us"
"They should throw Bo and Wyatt at us, I'll just lay there and let them land on me" Brandi says with a wink
Cookie rolls her eyes
"Is that all you think about?" Cookie asks with a smile
"Nope" Brandi replies quickly "I think of booze too"
"Booze and men, nice combo" Cookie comments
"Yeah, you need both at the same time for some men, cause I wouldn't fuck half the people in this world without alcohol" Brandi replies with a straight face.
A phone rings in another room.
"I'll be back" Cookie says.
Cookie stands up and leaves the room, Brandi rubs her hand on her chin.
"Guess I better call Odette" She says to no one "Explain some shit"
Brandi pulls her phone out of her pocket and taps on some buttons, hitting a speed dial button. Brandi rolls her eyes as she waits.
"Fucking voicemail" Brandi bemoans "Ah well, might as well, if she don't get it, maybe she can listen again"
Brandi clears her throat and a beep is heard.
"Odette, Brandi, seen you've been very quiet since last night. Yeah, last night was a bitch but your partner was a bigger bitch. Remind me to knock her teeth down her throat next time I see her. I guess all that shit works out well for you, moved right up to the top, good luck with that. Ok, well I guess I should explain some shit to you, being as things have been a little shitty between us lately"
Brandi takes a deep breath
"Here's the thing, I haven't always been a party girl, I haven't always been the cock chasing, booze hound that you see every time you come in to work. To not put a finer point on things being as I'm as blunt as a broken pencil anyway, I'm violent Odette, I've got issues, anger issues, issues that make me wanna hurt people, issues that could in the future make me wanna hurt you. I don't want to hurt you but ya know, I can't control who I beat up or not. It started years ago, when some prick tried to take advantage of a broke Brandi, and you know what I did? I broke his face, really broke his face. The sad sick thing is, when I had his blood on my hands, I liked it. It was like a roaring buzz I can not control at times. SCW has evened me out a little but I still feel the urge, I still feel the urge to hurt and destroy people. I don't mean to... I don't, but the rush, oh my god the rush Odette is like no other."
Brandi pauses
"I mean it's like the best sex of your life twice in half an hour, it's overpowering. You wanted to know about me, well, I'm not a few sandwiches short of a picnic, at times, I'm a picnic short of a picnic. If I have been shitty with you, it's to stop the urge of hurting you. Now I've been open and honest with you, bout time you did the same and was open and honest with Cookie and I about why you pissed on us to join the New Xtremes. I hope I hear from you soon, cause I think Cookie and I deserve an answer on why you walked from a great idea with friends to join a bunch of people you don't even know"
Brandi shakes her head, as if to snap out of something
"Anyway, drop me a message or something, you got a lot of people worried about ya after last night."
Brandi hits a button on the phone, ending the call and simulatainously letting out a sad sigh. Cookie returns to the room.
"Are you ready to go celebrate winning these things?" Cookie asks.
"Just a second" Brandi replies "little girls room"
Cookie points in a direction leading out of the room.
"Second door on the right" Cookie instructs
Brandi walks out of the kitchen, following Cookie's instructions and enters the second door on the right, showing a huge looking bathroom. Brandi walks towards the sink and turns the water on, washing her hands and looking in to a huge mirror. An image appears in the mirror, of a woman looking like Brandi, maybe a few years younger.
"Well haven't you done well for yourself" The mirror Brandi says "Out of the south and in to the north, champion and everything. You should be so proud of yourself if you actually earned those titles"
Brandi looks up, staring at herself in the mirror
"But this is where you go soft Brandi, this is where you lose your focus because of those bright shiny belts. You stop wanting to hurt people and start playing nice to have the honor of a champion. Shame on you Brandi, shame on you. You're not even gonna go out there and hurt those fools trying to take it from you because you wanna fight fair now, right? Little Brandi from the trailor park wants to place all nice nice, mending bridges with her friends that slow her down and losing the urge to kill, almost becoming human"
Brandi shakes her head at the mirror image
"Shake your head all you want, doesn't mean a thing to me. Means nothing actually, because your killer instinct is slipping away. The Freakettes and Jessie Salco and Miss Evangelista are gonna make mince meat outta you Brandi on that cruise ship, absolute mince meat and take your little titles away from you and make you look stupid. You lost it the second you made friends, the second you became a party girl and not who you really are. You remember me, right? I was you, that girl who went out and beat the shit outta people for being anywhere near me, that was you Brandi, that's who I am and you're losing me, which will make you a no one, nothing special, a loser with no edge, no instinct, someone who will be beaten by the half assed glorified jobbers you're gonna be facing. You need to make a statement Brandi and take these four out, beat them in to nothingness, beat them in to the ground. Feel that blood on your hands again from those four, you need it, you need the rush, you need the power rush. Those titles won't give you all you need, you need more, so much more, more then before. You need to cause damage to be able to keep those titles or they will be gone. Come on Brandi, you need it"
Brandi shakes her head at the mirror and speaks
"I will keep my title, without sending someone to the hospital for reconstructive surgery. Now fuck off, I got places to be" Brandi says to the mirror
Brandi walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and the scene fades to black
