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[Mercedes Vargas]

 Momento de claridad VII: El extasis del oro/Moment of Clarity VII: Ecstasy of Gold
22 de mayo de 2016 ♦ O S A K A, J A P A N

A long, at times frustrating, journey to championship gold ended in storybook fashion for Mercedes Vargas, as she captured the World Bombshell Championship with a win over Samantha Marlowe at Climax Control 148. Well, maybe 'storybook fashion' isn't the right phrase to use here. Mercedes' 'happily ever after' was anything but when Crystal Millar and her husband distracted Samantha long enough for Mercedes to take advantage and hit her finisher for the 1-2-3 and the championship. If Mercedes knew one thing, Crystal was no fairy godmother. She wasn't sure how she even knew her as a friend, let alone rival, for six years now.

No, Crystal was what she thought she was – an opportunist. She did what she did not to help Mercedes, but to help herself. For Mercedes, her moment of becoming the only SCW wrestler to win both the Triple Crown and Grand Slam at the same time was now trivial, if not followed by a huge asterisk in the record books.

The feeling was nauseating to her one week after what happened in Kobe. It didn't help that tonight Crystal had gotten the better of Samantha again and Mercedes, as the special guest referee, made the three-count to her complete and utter disgust. Leaving the ring, she didn't know what pissed her off more. Seeing J2H taunting Despayre as he pointed at his world championship or Crystal celebrating her win with her husband raising her hand, an act she refused to do earlier that led to the brief exchange and ended with Mercedes slapping her before taking her leave.

Now she's standing in the locker room, preparing to walk back through the concourse and leave the arena after an emotional, drama-filled main event. Mercedes stares at her world championship in her hands, the ill-gotten prize she won all but seven days ago, and she lets out a heavy sigh. This was not how this story was supposed to go.

But it didn't mean there couldn't be an alternate ending.

In fact, she was going to make sure of it.

~ ~ ~

Blog: A Series of Unfortunate Events the Thirteenth: Amigos hace los mejores enemigos/Friends Make the Best Enemies
semana del 22 al 28 de mayo de 2 0 1 6

They say friends make the best enemies in this business. And why not? They know all about you, sometimes better than you know yourself. They know how you think, they know how you wrestle, they know how to outsmart you...but most of all...

They know how to hurt you.

Crystal Millar and her husband took it upon themselves to ruin the main event so they can be the main event, and kudos to them, they pulled it off. No one saw it coming. Not Sam, not me, not even SCW security. Yup, it was a stroke of pure genius on her part. And it worked like a charm.

Climax Control 148 was supposed to be the night where all my hard work paid off. Kobe, Japan was the place where everything was supposed to come together. The main event match against Samantha Marlowe was the opportunity I needed to prove to her, prove to the world, prove to the fans, prove to everyone in the back, and prove to myself that I had what it took to be World Bombshell Champion. But no, two mystery “fans” wanted to take over the show, they wanted to make that match about them  than the people in the ring.

And what do I have to show for it? Oh, I still won the match and the title.

It's how I won that really pisses me off.

To be known as a fraud, a fluke, a failure is not something I'm striving for. But I guess that can't be helped now. It's probably what everybody is thinking and there's nothing I can do about it.

Well, maybe there is one thing.

Try and make it right.

It's the least I can do because you can give two shits about doing the right thing, Crystal. Like you admitted on Twitter, you would stab your friend in the back to become world champion again. If you would go that far, I bet you would sell your own daughter or disown your parents too, wouldn't you?

Seriously, is a championship worth more than a friendship? You should be ashamed of yourself, Crystal. But then, shame isn't in your vocabulary, and I doubt you even know what it means.

Friends make the best enemies.

Maybe it should be, “Friends make the worst enemies.' Because Crystal, you just made the worst enemy you never want to meet. And to think you put in so much effort into your master plan because at Into the Void, it's going to blow up in your face when I walk out World Bombshell Champion, whether you like it or not.

When it comes to championships, friendship is a four letter word.

G – O – L – D.

~ ~ ~

Momento de claridad VIII: Vamos a extremos/Moment of Clarity VIII: Going To Extremes
25 de mayo de 2016 ♦ B UN K Y O, T O K Y O, J A P A N

[[If this is what being on top of the world feels like, I wanted no part of it. What good is winning a world title if it means being known as a fluke all your life? What would it mean leading the Bombshells division when they know you needed help to win the title? It would have better if I was passed over for that title opportunity that night just to save the trouble, or lose the match instead.]]

[Mercedes Vargas takes a brief stroll across the parking lot of the Tokyo Dome wearing a Yomiuri Giants jersey and baseball cap. Earlier today, the Giants lost to the visiting Hiroshima Toyo Carp for the third day in a row.]

[[ Everything that happened at Climax Control 149 was running through my mind so I didn't enjoy the baseball game like I should have. Everyone else was having a good time while I felt invisible. I wonder how long it would last during the Japanese tour?]]

[Mercedes either didn't hear her name being called or was too caught up in her thoughts to notice. Janet the Makeup Artist runs up to her from the other end of the parking lot.]

Janet the Makeup Lady: There you are! I was looking all over for you. Where did you run off too?

Mercedes: When all else fails, Google Maps is your friend.

[Janet looks sad as Mercedes realizes that she may have gone too far.]

Janet the Makeup Lady: It's alright. You're still upset after the main event.

Mercedes: No. No, it isn't. I had no right to talk to you that way. I'm sorry.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Don't worry about it. I understand.

Mercedes: Really, I didn't mean anything I said. It's just the last two weeks have been driving me crazy. Taking it out on you isn't fair. It's not like you have to carry around a championship you don't deserve.

[Mercedes stops for a minute and steps back as a group of kids run pasts her. Mercedes continues walking and talking, dividing her attention between the ground and looking ahead. The orange glow bathes on the city.]

Janet the Makeup Lady: What are you talking about?

[Mercedes stops and insists on making her point clearer.]

Mercedes: I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about the World Bombshell Championship. I can't...I can't do this anymore. A championship win that I didn't earn legitimately is not a win at all. It goes against everything I stand for.

Janet the Makeup Lady: What are you going to do?

Mercedes: What I should have done a long time ago. I'll call up Christian, tell him I'm vacating the championship and then I'll -

Janet the Makeup Lady: What? What are you, crazy? You'll never forgive yourself if you did that! This might be the only chance you'll ever be a world champion again.

Mercedes: Maybe. But then again, maybe not. If I'm good enough to win every championship in the Bombshells division, I'm good enough to win back the Bombshells Championship, the right way. Besides, Ben Jordan won the World Tag Team Championship two weeks after he vacated it. Who says I can't do the same thing?

Janet the Makeup Lady: You know those are two different situations, Mercy. If winning the Bombshell Championship was easy, everybody would be one.

[[The problem with that logic is not everybody will have lucked out like I did. Now I know how people felt about Amy Marshall winning the lottery for her title shot.]]

Mercedes: I was World Bombshell Champion, seemingly by accident. Instead of having another random match on the supercard, I'm now in the co-main event against Crystal and Samantha, who are the obvious favorites. If I vacate the title, everyone gets what they want: Christian doesn't have the headache of a triple threat, the fans get the match they really want to see, and this would mess would blow over.

Janet the Makeup Lady: But is it what you want?

Mercedes: Nice talking to you, Jan. I'm going to go now.

[[Many are called but few are chosen. I wanted to be champion, but not like this.

There will be those who criticize how I won the title. There will be those who question if I'm ready to be the hood ornament of the women's division. There will be those who doubt how long I'll stay at the top. And then there will be me ready to prove them wrong.]]

~ ~ ~

Blog: A Series of Unfortunate Events the Fourteenth: Montaña Rusa/Rollercoaster
semana del 22 al 28 de de mayo de 2 0 1 6

Why did it had to be this way? The wrestling gods just don't seem to like me. It's like every time something good happens, there's the cruel hand of fate messing with me. Maybe this is just karma for all the things I did while I was a Mean Girl. It just has to be.

The Fallen became three-time World Bombshell Tag Team Champions; they've seemingly vanished into thin air.

Candy Overton and Alexis Edwards tried to make a name off of me, and Lex damn near tried to end my career; Candy's career is over and now Alexis has been kicked off the Japanese tour for whatever reason.

I lost to Crystal Millar one-on-one again; and that's not even because of her husband – he was sent to the locker room before the match began.

I let down Derek Throne in the Blast From the Past Tournament, and we were one of the favorites to get past the first round; he hasn't been seen or heard from in the three months since.

Blaze of Glory ended the same it did last year and the year before that – not a winner. Oh, and Jessie Salco not only beats me for the first time, but ended my Bombshell Internet reign before it even got started; she's already passed my reign by length of days and already defended the title once.

A Mean Girls reunion is a pipe dream considering how many times Delia Darling has been mentioned in making a comeback but doesn’t happen.

And my World Bombshell Championship reign is one big asterisk in the history books, thanks to 3M, particularly, Crystal and her husband.

Do you see a theme here?

The rollercoaster that is my career in SCW hasn't stopped. But that doesn't mean I want to get off. No, I want it to continue because I'm having the time of my life and I don't want it to end. The past two weeks have been a hell of a ride and I want to keep going.

But at the same time, there's going to be someone wanting to stop that ride. And Samantha, I know how much these last two weeks have been for you. Because like me, you're angry, you're pissed off, you're looking for vindication, revenge, redemption and an opportunity to make things right again – by the fans, by the Bombshells, and by SCW. Trust me, I don't like this situation anymore than you do, but in two weeks, it's going to be you, me and Crystal in the same ring, at the same time,  for all the marbles.

Let's face it, the card for Into the Void V was supposed to be you and Crystal fighting for the belt and it would have been a show stealer, and maybe the main event. Christian and Mark would sit back and rake in the gate sales and all of those fans in Tokyo would be glued to their seats watching and waiting and wondering just who was the best of the best...and then we woke up.

We woke up from what would have been a dream match and realized that the best laid plans don't always work out like we'd want them to. Now, there's been a change of plans. Crystal thought she was going to get that one-on-one match with me for the title, but was she in for a shock when Christian announced you invoked your rematch clause and that her husband was banned from ringside, but that's neither here or there.

Sam, we're kind of in the same boat. We both want to win, we both want to teach Crystal a lesson she won't soon forget, and we both want to put this messy melodrama behind us. I just want you to know that this isn't personal. I want to win this match as much as you do. You'll mention that I still have my Queen for a Day contract to get a rematch any time I want, but I don't want to waste that opportunity. I've already wasted one too many trying to win the World Bombshell Championship.

I had plans of walking out World Bombshell Champion, but not under a cloud of controversy. I had plans of defeating you, but not because of a technicality. I had plans of celebrating my historic moment in Kobe, but not having to listen to every fan, wrestling columnist and social media post highlighting that one moment over and over.

I know that beating you and Crystal won't stop the whispers or the gossip or the critics and doubters talking about my reign, but I'm going to try my best to give them something else to talk about – and that's giving them a champion they deserve.

I think either one of us can be that champion, Samantha.

You said you were coming back for your title, right? Well like I said to you on Twitter, when you're ready to come back for it, I'll be waiting.

Only two weeks to go, right?

~ ~ ~

Momento de claridad IX: El extasis del oro segunda/Moment of Clarity IX: Ecstasy of Gold the Second
26 de mayo de 2016 ♦ T O K Y O, J A P A N

You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Last chance to back out now.

No, I think this is necessary.

[Ms. Rocky Mountains and Mercedes Vargas are outside standing in front of the temple grounds of Meiji Shrine. While not as colorful or flashy like other Asian places of worship, the Shinto shrine has an allure and serene calm and, best of all, isn't nearly as crowded. Rocky takes a deep breath and waits for her cue as the cameraman starts a five second countdown, then goes silent at “two” and “one” before pointing at the interviewer.]

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Good evening, SCW fans. Welcome to this exclusive sit-down interview for SCWrestling.com...

[A nameplate graphic appears on the screen to identify Ms. Rocky Mountains to fans watching at home.]

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: As we preview one of the hottest supercards on the SCW calender, Into the Void V. My guest today, none other than current SCW World Bombshell Champions, Mercedes Vargas.

MERCEDES VARGAS: Thanks for having me.

Mercedes turns and smiles as the camera gets a good shot of the Argentine.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Well, one year ago, Mercedes, you were carrying championship gold as you are now. At Into the Void IV, you were one-half of the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions, just like you were the previous year, and you and Delia Darling went on to retain the titles in Dubai. How does it feel to be a champion for the third year in a row ahead of the supercard?

MERCEDES VARGAS: It feels great. It's an accomplishment that I matched at Blaze of Glory, where I was also a champion three years in a row. For me to get this opportunity is a dream come true, especially since I'm now approaching my three-year anniversary in SCW.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Did you expect your career to bloom the way it has been in such a short time? I mean, you're the only eight-time champion in history, a triple crown champion, the second Bombshell Grand Slam Champion in history. And now you're World Bombshell Champion...

Mercedes: You know, it's amazing. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn't a dream. If anyone told me that I would accomplish these things in less than three years, I would have call them crazy.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Did you listen to The Hotwire last week?

MERCEDES VARGAS: Yes. Yes I did.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: What did you think about Tommy Knocks' comments about you? Do you feel you're undeserving of receiving the title match opportunity, let alone holding the World Bombshells Championship?

MERCEDES VARGAS: I think Tommy is right. I was undeserving of getting the match with Sam let alone being the champion, but look what happened. I think the better question is where was everybody who was supposed to be lining up for a title match with Sammi? Where were they? Christian or Mark could have thrown a dart at a board and just about anybody could have gotten the title match, but no one raised their hand. No one showed interest. Maybe they had something else going on or had better things to do, I don't know. I think it was a show or two ago that Tommy brought up the lack of buzz around the World Bombshell Championship and he didn't know why that was and who was to blame. Was it Sam, was it SCW, was it the Bombshells?

Mercedes shrugs.

MERCEDES VARGAS: Whatever the case may be, SCW management saw to it that Sammi have one more defense before the supercard and they choose me for her opponent. What was I suppose to say, “No thank you”? Anyone else in that situation would have accepted that match in a heartbeat. I was given an opportunity, I took advantage of it.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: You realize that even if you walk out of Into the Void still champion, the controversy surrounding your title reign is still there. Are you prepared to face the backlash due to capitalizing on Crystal and her husband's distraction that handed Samantha her loss?

She hesitates, and takes a deep breath.

MERCEDES VARGAS: I am. Look, this isn't any different then when I was part of the Mean Girls. When I was there, I've gotten hate mail, people said mean and nasty things about me, sent vulgar things about me on social media. But you know what? I've come to accept that. It comes with the territory. I've been doing this for seven years, you know? I've accomplished a lot in my career.  People boo me, people cheer me. And I accept it just the same.  

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: With the World Bombshell Championship match approaching, are you feeling pressure right now knowing what's at stake in less than two weeks?

MERCEDES VARGAS: I think anytime you're defending a championship the pressure is always there because that next defense could be your last, so you're always on your toes watching and waiting and wondering who's gunning for you now and if you're going to be just that much better than them to keep that run going. This isn't my first rodeo. I've been in this situation too many times to count, so I know what to expect. I've been champion many times over in my career. I'm the only overall eight-time champion in SCW. No Bombshell can say that. As a matter of fact, no Superstar can say that either. So, yeah, the pressure is there.

Now I may be the champion and I may even lose it without even being pinned, but I'm not the only one facing pressure. Sam just lost her title. No matter how it happened, no matter if you agree with it or not, her three-month reign was over. Now she has two opponents who is going to be a challenge at the supercard. Just this past Climax Control, she got pinned by Crystal in the main event. Sam has been in three main events since she got here, and she was pinned in all of them. She was pinned by me and Crystal in back-to-back main events. Is Sam still the favorite in our match? I would think so, but I'm sure that those series of losses is going to motivate her to try and win this match.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: And Crystal?

MERCEDES VARGAS: Crystal just got through a grueling six-week tournament to even get this opportunity. Right or wrong, fair or foul, whether Despayre carried her or the other way around, whether she got the pinfall in the tournament final or not at Blaze of Glory, she's the number one contender for the World Bombshell Championship and no one can take that away from her.

But you know what I can take away, Rocky? Her moment. Crystal admitted that it's been five years – five years! - since she last held a world championship. You want to know how I know that? Because five years ago, I was there to see it. We were in the same promotion then, World Women's Wrestling, League, 3WL. And just like the BFTP, Crystal had to go through a grueling tournament and she won the vacant championship. Like I said, I was there to witness it. I also was there to witness her lose the title – less than one month later in an I Quit match.

Long story short, Crystal never became World Champion in 3WL again and wherever else promotions she went through over the years, I guess she wasn't good enough to win a world championship. Now she gets another opportunity for the World Bombshell Championship. Like me, she's already had two attempts to win it – High Stakes last year in the triple threat with me and Mikah and against Mikah one-on-one last November. Will the third time be the charm, that's what I'm going to be fighting to avoid. At Into the Void, I can ruin Crystal's big moment, just like she ruined mine. As for the match, I know Sam is going to bring it, I know Crystal is going to bring it. And you know what else? I'm going to bring something too: I'm going to bring my World Bombshell Championship...

[Mercedes cradles the world title, then holds it by the strap.]

MERCEDES VARGAS: I'm going to bring my World Bombshells Championship to Tokyo and at Into the Void, in the triple threat, I plan on walking out and still. My chances may be 33 1/3 percent, but my confidence is 100 percent that I can pull this off. I said on Twitter that in my eyes Samantha Marlowe was still the champion, but to be the champion, you have to beat the champion. In my mind, I beat the champion. At Climax Control 148, I became the World Bombshell Champion not because of Crystal and her husband, but in spite of them. And Samantha can take it anyway she wants to. The only way she's going to be a two-time champion, provided Crystal isn't in the ring, is by prying this from my hands.

[She places the title over her shoulder.]

MERCEDES VARGAS: I've come too far in my career to turn back now. I've fought too long and hard in the Bombshells division just to be remembered as a one-hit wonder. And if there's anything I'm not, it's a one-hit wonder. So for Samantha Marlowe it's going to be awhile before she gets another title shot. And Crystal one day will realize her dream of being world champion, hopefully it won't be another five years, but it won't happen while I'm still champion. They say the first defense is the hardest. I mean, I should know, right? Then again, I don't know what it's like to lose a singles title in a first defense and I don't think that's going to end at Into the Void.

[Fade]

[Crystal Zdunich]

 Off Camera

Baltimore, Maryland

Hilton Hotel


Another match in Japan… Another night where Crystal would make an impact this time gaining a pinfall victory over the former champion but there was something that the Hollywood beauty needed to get off her chest. Going back to their continuous bets over Madden. Over the way that they had gotten the best of one another Crystal came to the conclusion that she had feelings for him which she shouldn’t have considering she is a married woman. Crystal didn’t care about that. The only thing that was on her mind was seeing Matt Stone, and that’s why she decided to stop in Baltimore before flying back to Los Angeles.


Crystal arrived at the hotel that Matt Stone was staying at. She is clad in a very sexy black lace v neck dress. Her dress was see through which showcased her cleavage and her well toned hips and butt which she knew would capture the attention of the Canadian. She entered into the elevator and pressed a button as she rode all the way up to the penthouse suite. She smiled as she walked into the luxurious suite as she clanked her high heel boots against the floor.


“Matt where are you? I am finally here…” She smiled before taking a seat on the loveseat. She reached into her Michael Kors purse pulling out some lip gloss which she applied onto her lips.From the master bedroom comes a curious Matt Stone, watching Crystal pucker her lips to apply the lip gloss, raising a eyebrow at the situation. He knew she was coming, he had told her that there was something for her to do once she got there, as per the rules of their bet. “A bit over dressed, don’t you think? Or do you think that you’ll be done quickly? Cause I’ve got some news for you, you’ll be here awhile.”


Crystal shook her head as she looked back at him. “Listen Matt I think I need to come clean to you… There’s some things I really need to get off of my chest. I know we have our little rivalry going on but there’s something I need to be upfront about and it’s this thing we have going on. This relationship between you and I…” Crystal pointed at the two of them before she opened her purse in front of him.


“And look I am coming clean tonight. No cologne… no bullshit… Just me here to share my heart with you… If you want me to honor our little agreement afterwards then by all means I will do that. But just hear me out first…” She said as she looked deeply back into the eyes of Matt. Matt crossed his arms, leaning against the wall looking back at her. “You’ll forgive me for not believing you, but after the last two encounters we’ve had, well I’m a bit skeptical. I’ll also be keeping my distance, I think, a good idea given the past.” He walked over to the minibar, taking out a bottle of water for himself. “But if you want to say something, go ahead and say it.”


Crystal gets up as she walks over towards the mini bar standing right beside him. She reaches for the bottle of grey goose as she pours herself a glass of it before she grabs a can of cranberry juice mixing the two together to make herself a cape cod. She walks back over to the loveseat bringing the glass up to her lips as she glances over at him. “Maybe you should believe me… I know we have had our differences but I….” Crystal takes a deep breath as she shakes her head as she brings her attention back over to Matt. “Haven’t you wondered why I go out of my way just to pick on you? Why it’s a habit that  always have to get you involved in just about everything?”


Despite being paranoid of every movement she made and deliberately stepping away as she came close to the bar, Matt still couldn’t help but watch her walk back to the seat, focusing, or even staring at her hips the entire time until she was sat down. He cracked open the bottle and took a sip to cool himself off. “I just assumed it was because you were a bitch.” He said with a shrug, which wasn’t untrue anyway.


Crystal just ignored that as she blew him off. She uses her hand to pat against the seat. “Come on take a seat beside me… We need to have a talk and I want this to feel intimate. If I do try to pull something. I won’t ever bother you again. I give you my word on that…”


Matt still eyes her for a moment, not really trusting her, but the worst case scenario would still lead to her being gone and he wouldn’t have to be concerned anymore, so he started to walk over to the love seat, sitting down beside her. “This better be good Crystal.” was all he said, looking in her eyes.


“Listen we have been at this back and forth nonsense for what two months now?! Haven’t you always wondered about everything? Why everything always ends up with me running back to you in some shape or fashion? Haven’t you wondered why I decided to make that bet over Madden in the first place or ask you to coach my team?” She said sincerely as she slowly moved her hand over his as she kept looking into her eyes.


“Or the way you picked on my daughter and I sat there doing nothing? Doesn’t it all add up to you?” Matt thought about what she was saying and really, the only logical explanation is what came out of his mouth. “Yeah, it does. You realize that I’m the better person and so you’re trying to learn from me, learn what makes me the great wrestler, coach and gamer you’ve ever met. None of this is news, Crystal.”  


Crystal shakes her head. “Or the way I set up that whole reality show just for you… As much as I enjoyed humiliating you it was never about that. It was finding out more about you. Even when Zelda went on that date with you… I was jealous because deep down I wanted it to be me Matt… I well… You know…” Crystal says uneasy as she takes a long deep breath.


“I wanted to go on a date with you because at the end of the day I have feelings for you, and it’s hard to get you off of my mind…” Was she serious? She certainly looked like she was, which took Matt aback for a moment. After all that they had been through these past few months that was the reason she had always come around him. It certainly explained a few things, like why she would tweet random pictures of herself at him or why she was dressed like she was going to the oscars.


“So hang on, you’ve come here to tell me that you have feelings for me. Is this some sort of trick?”


Crystal shakes her head. “What would I have to gain by tricking you? Continuing this endless cycle? Having us go back and forth again and again… While that does sound amazing, and it would keep me near you for God knows how long. I don’t want that for us. I want you… I always wanted you but I have never been one to just get my feelings out on the table…” Crystal offers a long sigh as she continues to speak. “Between being an actress and always playing the role of someone else it’s easy to hide my emotions or pretend to be something that I am not, but this is the real deal… I really like you Matt and I won’t stop until I get what I want…” Crystal leans over as she plants a sincere passionate kiss right on his lips.Matt immediately pulled back from Crystal, a smile on his face.


“Whoa, you think I’m actually interested in you Crystal? Listen, I’ve been nice to you, for the most part, because there was really no reason to be mean but if you’ve mistaken my lack of insults for any sort of interest or affection you’re gravely mistaken. First of all, you’re married. You’ve been married twice, actually, there isn’t even a term to describe that, sloppier thirds? Terrible thirds? Either way, just no. You have a kid, too, for God’s sake. I imagine at your age having a kid made you a fucking mess down there and third, you just reek of desperation right now. As if you thought I would be interested in that, that’s fucking rich. I need to tweet this.” He says between laughs.


Crystal quickly shakes her head. “Nooo please don’t… My life was already a trainwreck once before… I don’t need to go through all of that again. I told you my feelings because I thought you felt the same way as I did. How else do you explain not being able to keep your eyes off of me or my body. I thought you liked what you saw?” Crystal says as she looks as if she is on the verge of tears. “After everything we’ve been through in these past couple of months. How could you not like me in the same way?”


“Pretty easily, actually.” he admits, getting off the seat and heading over to the table to pick up his phone. “You think because I stare at your ass I’m in love with you? Sheesh, if that were the case I’d love half the women I meet.” He says, shaking his head as he looks down at the device. “You remember what I told you in the diner? You think I was kidding about that? Here’s a pro tip for the next time you fall in love with someone who isn’t into you. Don’t go out of your way to do what they hate.”


Crystal sat there as she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes were getting filled with tears. She didn’t know what to say as her eyes moved to Matt. “But….but….” She couldn’t bring herself to say what she felt but it really wasn’t necessary considering the door to the bedroom opened up and emerging from it wearing some revealing lingerie is none other than the woman that appeared on the set of the reality show Crystal was filming, Fiona O’Dalaigh. The woman who was once married to Crystal’s ex husband walks into the room and hovers above Matt as she looks down at Crystal. She cracks an evil grin as she begins to speak.


“Besides why would he be interested in you when he has his eyes on something better, and if he was looking for an ass… Well he didn’t have to go that far…” She grins as she plants a kiss on his cheek as she continues to speak. “Look at you Hilton. So desperate. Such a dirty fucking whore. Or is the word slut. You have a husband at home but you want something else. You want more.” “And better.” Matt interjects with a smirk, wrapping his arm around Fiona’s waist.


“Well I can’t really disagree there but did you really think a guy like Matt would fall for you and your failure of a wrestling career? After all the times you failed at life? Matt wouldn’t want to associate himself with a has been especially with someone who is past their time. He wants youth. He wants someone like me and I am sorry that you just don’t fit into the equation…”


“Like, at all. I just wanted you to come over and reply to my fan mail so I had more time to spend with Fiona here, I have no idea what you thought I wanted, but I assure you I’m not interested. Fiona does more than enough to keep my interests, which is more than I can say about Jonathan. And it’s not just the things she does, it’s the things she doesn’t, as well.” He finishes his explanation, of sorts, by giving Fiona a deep, passionate kiss.


Crystal is bawling as she looks at Matt. But Fiona is actually taken back a bit as she looks at Matt. “Wait… Damn it I hate seeing a grown woman cry… I didn’t mean to rub it in… Come on Christina. You are a movie star, an icon. We can’t have you looking like a train wreck… I really am sorry. I didn’t know this would have that much of an impact on you…” Fiona helps Crystal up as she leads her towards the bathroom. She looks back at Matt shaking her head at him. “ You should feel ashamed of yourself. No woman deserves what you put her through…” Crystal can only cry in return as she is lead to the bathroom. Fiona is sympathetic as she brings her in the restroom. “I really am sorry… I didn’t know how much he meant to you…”


Fiona grabs a tissue as she dabs Crystal’s eyes with it. She begins to run the shower as she looks back at Matt. “No reason why that jerk had to do this to you… We are going to get you cleaned up, and maybe we can focus on a future of us being friends…”


Crystal opens her eyes in return. “Why are you being so nice to me?”


“Nice? Oh you misunderstood me… Just because I feel bad for you doesn’t mean I plan to be nice. You deserve every bit of this…” Fiona grabs Hilton and she cracks an evil grin as she just shoves her into the cold shower. Crystal tries to get up as the water is too cold and tries her best to leave. “Uh no you don’t… The fun has only begun…” Into the bathroom comes that charming devil himself with a little surprise for Crystal. Attached to a leather leash held in Matt’s hand is a black labrador retriever mix, panting happily as it looks around the room.


“Hey Crystal, say hello to my little friend.” Stone quips as he directs the dog to jump in the shower with her to greet her.


If there is one thing that Crystal had, it was a severe fear of dogs. Cynophobia. The dog came sprinting towards her as it didn’t waste jumping into the shower of her. Crystal tried her best to run away but she ended up slipping right in the shower yelling at the top of her lungs. “STOPPPPPPP…. PL...PLEASE KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME…. PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!!” Crystal was in a severe panic as the dog jumped all over her and tried to lick her in the shower but Crystal didn’t appreciate it’s playfulness as she was terrified. Fiona and Matt left the bathroom as Fiona smiled slamming the door behind her as Matt and her moved a couch in front of the door.  


“Do you think we’re going too far with this?” Matt asked after pushing the couch right up against the door. “I mean, it is sort of cruel, don’t you think?”


“No… She deserves it… I don’t like her husband but she’s a fucked up individual. Quick to cheat on her husband among everything else… She fully deserves everything that is happening to her. She’s a big girl… She can figure out on a way of her own to get out of this situation. Come on hun let’s go…”


Fiona smiles as she grabs Matt heading for the door. Matt follows Fiona, walking a bit slower than her just so he can experience the best view in the building. “What? I meant the dog, the poor creature getting locked in their with her. Borders on animal cruelty, I think.”


“God I love you so much…” Fiona smiles in return as they leave the hotel room. Crystal on the other hand panics as she jumps out of the shower and heads for the door. But she ends up slipping as she bangs her head hard against the door. Crystal crumbles to the ground as she begins to blackout. The dog however can’t help but lick the unconscious Crystal over and over again…









I guess the time for talk is over and done with… Since we are only just a week away from competing in Tokyo Japan for Into The Void Five. It’s going to be a night filled with magical excitement because all of you listening to me right now will have the special privilege and pleasure of watching the one and only SILVER SCREEN QUEEN Crystal Millar taking what belongs rightfully to her in the form of the SCW World Bombshell Championship. It’s the only thing that has been running on my mind since competing in the Blast From The Past Tournament.


I suckered all of you right in. For the past few months all of you were played like fools since the very beginning when Celeste asked myself and Natalie to help her rid of SCW. The goal for the three of us was to make sure she was taken down off of her pedestal so that we could present a safe environment again, and yeah it didn’t really sit that well with me at first.


Considering everyone knew exactly how I felt about Natalie as the two of us have never seen eye to eye with one another, and as long as I was paired with Celeste I would never be in the spotlight. But then again at the end of the day the end result was never to end this reign of terror created by Mikah. Yes I know Sam Marlowe was the one that eventually defeated her but it was never about doing any of that because I always had a hidden agenda, and for a woman such as myself. Why settle for dethroning her when I could simply replace her. When I could be worse than she ever was a champion.


That’s why I had to strike when the iron was hot and the very moment that I carried my team to that big tournament win. I knew in the aftermath I had to make sure that everybody woke up and knew what they were in for. So I had to make little Despy a target. What do you know I point him out, I pick on the little piece of shit and everybody just tries to cave in on me. Everybody starts jumping on this bandwagon that they want to take down Crystal Millar and they are throwing themselves at my feet for the mere chance to shut me up.


I just find it humorous because while my stock was rising. The stock of that paper champion Sam Marlowe at the time was on the decline. Everyone only talked me up and in the span of a month or so I became the face of the entire division. You all made me out to be the villain and it didn’t matter if it was the most hated cunt on the roster or even the loveable ones. Everyone just wanted to get to me and it’s just funny because people’s real emotions start to shine through, and people become exposed.


That’s the problem with this company too many people are trying to fight for attention in the wrong areas. All of this caused by Despayre… Seriously by that little piece of shit?! I don’t give a shit that I ripped his heart in two and made him jump out of his shell to engage in name calling or doing things he wouldn’t normally do because that’s just the type of impact that I have on people.


I am just happy because what I set out to do ended up happening. I became the woman in this company and I did all of that without having a belt to my name. You see I am here to be the real difference maker in this company and I don’t mind being called a cunt because it is what I am at the end of the day.


I may not be the cunt that you desire but I am the one that you all need and you would be foolish to say otherwise. Because let’s face the facts. I don’t give a shit at who is fucking who. I am not here for that petty little emotional bullshit of making the crowd happy. I am here for one purpose and one purpose only. To make sure that the spotlight is always on me and to make sure it never leaves me.


Tommy Knocks could state that my stock dropped after losing to Mikah but even that is an idiotic statement because I still have people tuning into the shows every week. I have people watching and waiting to see what kind of mischief Crystal Millar is going to get into next. Whether it’s forming a tag team with my longtime protege in Kate Steele. Forming a stable with Kate and Veronica. Getting involved in title matches or other matches in general. The fact is I am what you all talk about and this year has been about the passing of the torch.


Yes this brings me back to you Mikah… At one point you were THE bitch in this company but those days are long and gone because I have arrived! And now that everybody’s eyes are solely on me. I won’t ever give that spot up. Obviously I must be important to you all.


Because since winning The Blast From The Past a lot of shit has happened within the division. Such as Mikah losing to Lucy Seraphina. Hell Tommy Knocks even had to bring it up on his hotwire that it was a big deal but nobody was taking it seriously. You want to know why?


Because they were too focused on me or what the products of me were doing. I mean a member of Silver Screens & Screams were breaking a family member’s arm. My Jonathan and I interfered in a Bombshell title match. Hell Kate and I jumped the hell out of Amy Marshall. Are you all not impressed or do I need to go further?


That’s exactly what you get when you have me in the spotlight. Ratings! The bitch you don’t want but the one you all need, and I am bringing the emphasis back on wrestling. Because you won’t see me showing up to an arena piss drunk or acting like I don’t want to be in a certain arena because it doesn’t make a damn difference to me. In order to get anywhere in this business you have to compete and that’s why I will say that I have been nothing but consistent since being placed into the spot that I am at.


And you can rest assure that I won’t ever give it up because I will happily be on every single show. I will continue rubbing it in everyone’s face because that’s who I am and all of you need to learn how to deal with that fact.


But despite how great I know I am… Despite all of you knowing how amazing I am. The company acts like they want to punish me by making me wait. Wait for something that is rightfully mine. It’s such bullshit that the World title picture is so messed up with all of these contenders. How the hell do we allow Vargas to get a title shot anyway. How and why did Mel get a shot to begin with at the last supercard. Shit like that doesn’t make sense but it’s whatever.


As much as the company pisses me off this company knows they need me other wise they wouldn’t have booked me so heavily as they did since our last supershow. I have competed in four different matches and through the art of interference have found my way involved in six matches. Are you not impressed yet?


But I get it I deserved to be punished for my actions and because of what I did now Sam Marlowe gets added to what should have been MY one on one title match at Into The Void, and now it’s a triple threat match. That in itself is a load of horse shit. She doesn’t deserve to be in this match.


Yes I know she’s a former champion and you could say she got screwed or whatever but she wasn’t any good to begin with. She lost the title to Vargas, and then goes on to lose to me. So by what right should she even be in this match?


The fact is she doesn’t… Having good looks can only get you so far but the moment you step into the ring you need to learn how to hold your own. You have to show that you can wrestle and I just don’t see that from Sam Marlowe. She can show pictures of herself getting ready for the task at hand but it’s not like matters because she has no business being in the ring with me.


The real reason they added Sam Marlowe to this match and I can guarantee that if Vargas didn’t win they would have added her in anyway was the fact that they just don’t want to show that it’s going to be a clear cut path for me to win the World Bombshell Championship. Although we all should know it’s a foregone conclusion by now.


The fact of the matter is that was the very first time I was in the ring with Sam Marlowe and I beat her… 1...2...3… right there in the middle of the ring. So already we all know I have what it takes to beat Marlowe in the ring and then you have Mercedes Vargas.


A woman at one time I called a friend or is the proper word FriEnemy… Truthfully it doesn’t even matters but how does it feel Vargas knowing that whenever we step in the ring with one another inside an SCW ring that you don’t have what it takes to beat me? How does it feel knowing that as good as you are. With your every single one of your title reigns you haven’t been able to beat me inside an SCW ring.


Isn’t it killing you on the inside? Does it annoy you knowing that you haven’t been able to do that yet and I will make sure that it never happens? And now here you are standing with the World Bombshell Championship. The second ever Grand Slam Champion in our company’s history and yet it isn’t credible because you had my help to win it.


It definitely sucks to be you and you should really be happy because now you will have that title reign to your name. Now you can say you at least accomplished your dream and you might go on to be in the hall of fame one day because of me.


Your welcome Vargas. You can send me your appreciation check in the mail I will be expecting it because as great as it is for you it’s only a temporary thing because I plan to take that title for myself and become the most hated Bombshell Champion that this company has ever witnessed. What Delia and Mikah did with the belt won’t be anything compared to what I plan to do with it.


Let me ask you this Vargas. How do you plan to stop a woman who has beaten you every single time she fought against you in an SCW ring? Well except for that one triple threat match with Mikah but then again I wasn’t the one who got pinned in that match was I?


The truth is there isn’t a thing that anybody can do to stop me. I have already beaten both Vargas and Marlowe… I have shown the world that I have what it takes to beat them but now in the match where the spotlight is on. I have to show I can do it when it counts. I have competed for the Bombshell World Championship twice now and things didn’t go in my favor but this is the third time, and I need that belt more than any of you could know.


I need it for justification and I need it to show that I truly am the best female that this company has to offer. As they say… The third time is definitely the charm and I plan to deliver. Vargas when you get beat did you know that both you and Roxi Johnson will have something in common?


You will share her for the shortest Bombshell Reign in this company’s history. I know it sounds like quite the bitch but if I have to make a name at your expense then so be it, but I won’t crumble to the ground now. There’s a reason why I am the rightful number one contender. There’s a reason why I have been waiting patiently it’s because I earned my spot in this match. No matter how much they try to screw me over by banning Jonathan or adding in Marlowe. It still doesn’t change the fact that it was my wrestling ability that got me here, and it will be my wrestling ability that leads me to the SCW Bombshell World Championship.


Whether I have to step on some toes or walk all over everyone else using them as stepping stones I really don’t care. Nothing and I mean nothing will stop me from claiming that Championship title and I will be damned if anybody tells me any differently…







Off Camera

Baltimore, Maryland

Mercy Medical Center



Crystal woke up and she found herself in a hospital bed. Everything that ran through her mind was that of a jumbled blur. She looked to her side and saw that her husband Jonathan had been sitting down at her bedside. Her husband glanced at her as she started to move trying to pull herself out of her bed. He looked over at her as he started to shake his head. “What the hell do you think you are doing?!” He called out to her as she was still persistent on moving. Her entire head was spinning as she decided not to move. Just doing exactly as what her husband had told her. “...Jonathan what happened?”


Jonathan shrugged his shoulders as he pulled his chair closer to his wife. “Well you were found unconscious in a bathroom by roomservice in a hotel. A couch was pushed in front of a door and you were stuck in the bathroom with a dog…” Jonathan started to raise his voice as he looked back at his wife. “And that in itself is cruel considering I know how you are around dogs. Especially considering that you are allergic to them as well as your Cynophobia…” Jonathan just shakes his head before he crosses his arms together.


“Now you have to explain something to me Christina because I really need to know. It was Matt Stone’s hotel room and my question is what were you doing there in the first place. If you want to be friends with him I can understand that but to go as far as to go to his hotel room dressed in what you were wearing. Care to elaborate?”


Crystal started to sneeze as her eyes started to tear in return. She looked at her body noticing that she had a rash on her. It was hard to make words as she said the first word that came to her mind. “...Nothing…”


Jonathan’s eyes opened wide up as he started to stare daggers into her. “NOTHING?! Don’t tell me it was nothing! Do you know the severity of what just bloody happened to you?! It might not mean anything to you but it means everything to me. You are my bloody fucking wife. You can at least tell me the truth. Because you want to know the truth from my side of things?!” He sighed as he looked at her before he turned his attention to the breathing machine beside her. “You could have died tonight!  If they didn’t get you out of that room as soon as they did you wouldn’t be here right now! You banged your head but on top of that all of the dander from that dog caused your throat to close up. You couldn’t breathe…”


Jonathan now points to the breathing machine before he turns his attention back over to her. “You are still having a hard time breathing as we speak. So all I want is the truth Christina. What were you doing there? I thought you went to a marriage counselor to fix this… I thought you were going to acknowledge that you only need me to satisfy you.” Crystal laid there. It was a blur at first but everything started to play before her eyes. Her feelings, what she said to Matt, and to what both him and Fiona did to her. Crystal could only squirm in return as she looked at her other side. Noticing her arm had marks from the epipen that was placed into it. As much as she wanted to deny everything. She couldn’t lie to Jonathan. She reaches for the mask to take it off. It’s a struggle to breathe on her own but she would rather take her chances than to wear that stupid thing. “Look… I….Jonathan…..”


She couldn’t even get it out as there was no perfect way to say that she was looking to cheat on him. Instead she could only cry in return as she looked back into his eyes. “I’m sorry…” That’s the only thing that Crystal could say but Jonathan wasn’t going to hear it as he started to speak again.


“It’s ok keep hiding the truth from me… The only thing I would ever want from my wife is to be completely loyal to me but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I don’t know what your obsession is with Matt Stone but you don’t need him… He’s not your husband I AM! A man like that doesn’t want to be your friend Christina and I told you that since day one. He just likes to be around you for the way you look physically but it doesn’t go anywhere besides that fact… I knew that since the very first time that he decided to humiliate Brittany and you sat there and just let it happen… Or the way he constantly tries to make you look stupid or expose your weaknesses. What kind of friend is that?!”


Jonathan seems really disgusted as he continues to pour his heart out in front of his wife. “On top of that when it comes to your wrestling career what has he really done for you? I am the one out there who accompanies you to the ring every single night. I am the one causing referee distractions, who is putting his neck on the line each and every single night. Not because I want to see you become World Champion. Yes that’s important to me but the reason why I do it is because at the end of the day I want YOU to be happy because I love you…”


Crystal could only sit there as she took it all in, as she looked away to watch the opposite wall. “You could at least look at me when I am talking to you! I do what I do because I love you and Matt simply doesn’t. So all I ask is for the truth. Why were you there?” Crystal was tired of hiding the way that she felt. She was tired of lying, especially to Jonathan, considering he’s the one person who’s been there for her. He sighed as he continued to share his heart some more. “Someone who is supposed to be your friend wouldn’t go out on a date with your best friend than shatter their heart the very next day. Someone who you consider close wouldn’t go as so far to commit such a prank that would lay you up in a damn hospital… Now while you are here struggling to live I guarantee you Matt is somewhere laughing at what he just did. Finding this to be funny…”


He shakes his head in disgust as he continues to speak. “And furthermore….”


Crystal finally spoke out as she turned her attention back over to him looking right into his eyes. “...And a husband of mine wouldn’t favorite a tweet wishing for me to stay in Japan…”


Jonathan once again shakes his head. “It wasn’t a favourite… It was a bloody retweet and I wanted to show you and the rest of the world how much of a jerk this guy is being to you. You don’t deserve that Christina. Nobody deserves to be in a hospital bed as a result of a practical joke and I don’t even know why you still would go out of your way to defend him… So I just want to hear it from your own mouth. Why were you in that hotel room and why were you trying to keep it a secret from me…”


Crystal didn’t want to tell him the truth but she felt he out of everyone deserved to know the truth. She cried some more as she was the one to share her heart now. “I was there because...because….”


“Because of what Christina?”


Crystal let her emotions get the better of her as more tears started to escape her lips. “Because of the wonderful things he does!”


“Wait what?! THE MAN TRIED TO BLOODY KILL YOU! HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT WONDERFUL?! Please explain this to me because I don’t think I follow at ALL!”


Crystal tried to wipe her eyes as she started to explain herself. “He plays games with me. He…”


“He gets you placed in a hospital bed… No matter what you say, and to be honest I don’t give a flying fuck about Matt Stone. It doesn’t comprehend to what he did to you...What kind of sick fuck locks a woman in a bathroom with a dog knowing damn well SHE’S ALLERGIC TO IT!”


“It’s because I had feelings for him! Ever since day one… I had feelings for him, and no matter what I did. How much I told myself it was all in my head… It always came down to me lusting for Matt and I am sorry…. I am so sorry Jonathan…” Crystal cries some more as he lets the long sigh escape his lips.


“So you lied to me this whole time… When I asked you in the very beginning you swore to me that it was just a business relationship. That it was nothing more than that but now you are finally admitting the truth two months after the fact. I have been nothing but honest with you Christina. Ever since running away from that divorce case with Arianna I have been open with you, and I was hoping you would be open with me in return…”


Jonathan shakes his head at his wife as he pours his heart some more. “I mean come on Christina… I have done wonderful things as well. Not only do I accompany you to ALL of your wrestling matches but do you remember how we became engaged in the first place?!”


Crystal shakes her head as she cries some more. “I do… I had bought everything. A pokeball and I dressed up as a sexy Pikachu… I stuffed myself in it because I knew how much you loved Pokemon but you disappeared on me before I could do so…”


“I disappeared because I had my own demons to deal with and it wasn’t your place to propose to me… It’s my place to do that for you. I was the one who should have gotten on one knee, and not only did I do so but I did it wearing a Goddamn Tuxedo Mask cosplay just because you like Sailor Moon so much… I have done everything for you and for a woman who was so passionate to get married to me… You really haven’t shown that same passion now that we are married… And it isn’t Matt Stone that’s the problem. It’s all of your male friends. You have been getting close to Teddy lately and how do I know you won’t start growing feelings for him down the road?”


Crystal shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t be silly… I love you Jonathan….”


“Do you really Crystal? Because if you did you wouldn’t be in this situation right now… But here we are and we are forced to deal with these issues. You can’t keep running away from everything or bottling it up like it doesn’t matter because they do. What you do just doesn’t affect you. It affects me… Brittany because it becomes a family issue. It’s bad enough you had your daughter when you were only a tween. What do you think would be in her future if she saw her mother whoring around? I want us to be a family Christina but you need to want that as well because if you don’t… We might as well just get the divorce papers now because I am not going to go through all of this…”


Jonathan keeps his eyes on wife as he continues to reach out to her. “And the only that can decide what you want is you Christina. Only you can make that decision. Maybe me not being banned from ringside in this upcoming match is the best thing for the both of us. Perhaps we need to distance ourselves for abit…”


Crystal seems like she is about to lose it. “What do you mean distance ourselves?!”


“What I am saying is maybe we shouldn’t live with one another and just think everything over especially when it comes to our relationship…”


With that being said Crystal could only cry some more as Jonathan glared at his wedding band before he walked out of the hospital room. “Take care Christina and please get better… I hate seeing you like this…”


Jonathan left the room and for the first time in a long time Crystal was alone. No Jonathan, No Matt… Crystal had nothing as she laid in the room all by herself...

[Sam Marlowe]

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Sitting on the train out of Osaka, Sam leans against the glass and watches the blur that is the landscape pass.  On her shoulder is a small ice pack under the hoodie she has pulled up over her very recognizable red hair.  Hiding in the depth of the hood, she keeps her eyes unfocused on the landscape as she listens to a playlist through a pair of earbuds and seems to shut out the world.  

Suddenly, a body flings themselves down beside Sam which brings her out of her thoughts.  Barely turning to take in that it is Pussy Willow who smiles at Sam, the redhead straightens up to offer her friend a smile.

“Hey Pussy,” says Sam in a soft voice as she reaches for the earbuds in her ear.  “I didn’t think you would be taking the train to Tokyo.”

Pussy nods slowly as she looks forward sparing only the barest of glances at Sam.  “I didn’t think that you would be running away so fast,” she offers before turning to look at her friend.  “Seriously Sam, everyone is going to be saying that you don’t deserve the shot you are getting at Into the Void.”

Sam lets a small sigh escape before straightening up and laying the earphones of the mp3 player rest over her shoulders.  “Trust me Pussy, I am not running away.  Matter of fact, I am running to something if you really must know.”

Ms Willow shoots Sam a look of disbelief.  “Running too something…right,” she taunts as she leans back in the seat.  “Last time you left this quickly, you were running away from the show and then it involved Ben Jordon going on a Sam scavenger hunt,” Pussy says before giggling at the blush that crosses Sam’s face.  “Is that what you are doing this time to?  Oh my god, everything Tommy Knocks is saying about you and Ben is true!  I KNEW IT!”

Pussy’s excitement makes Sam laugh out loud, her hand moving to hold the ice pack on her shoulder.  “Don’t y’all be silly now?  Ben and I are friends, so there is no truth to what Tommy is saying although it is fun to listen to the Hotwire and hear everything that seems to be going on in SCW as if we are some kind of reality show tabloid fodder.”  

Sam settles back against the seat as the two of them are silent for moment before Pussy breaks it.  “Umm Sam, seriously, why are you disappearing so fast after the show.  I get that you wouldn’t want to stick around and listen to the bragging that is going on backstage but it makes it look like you are tucking tail and running away.  Do you really want to give Mercedes and Crystal any ammunition against you?  They are going to take this and they are going to use it to prove that you don’t belong in that match.”

With a shrug, Sam turns her head towards Pussy and offers a chagrined look.  “Don’t you think they are going to say that anyways?  If I stayed in Osaka and put myself forward like some kind of attention junkie, they would say that I need to do that.  If I head back to the apartment in Tokyo for some down time before getting ready for the supercard, they say I am scared and running with my tail tucked between my legs.  In all seriousness Pussy, I am in a no win situation here,” says Sam as she shrugs once more, this time her hand reaches inside the hoodie to pull a white and pink Hello Kitty ice pack from her shoulder then tuck it into her bag by her feet.

“I guess you are right Sammi,” offers Pussy after thinking about it.  Biting at her lower lip, Pussy debates prying into her friend’s mood then before she can stop herself, she half turns on her seat and looks directly at Sam, determination on her face.  “You have to bounce back Sam.  You can’t let Crystal and Mercedes get away with what they have done.  I mean seriously Mercedes won your title because of Crystal and then last week Crystal beat you too…”  Pussy’s voice staggers to a stop as she finally sees the look on Sam’s face as she gives her friend a half smile.  “I’m sorry Sam, it is just not fair to you!”  

“I get it Pussy and I completely understand but life ain’t fair and sometimes there have to be losers to make the wins that much more,” answers Sam, before looking down at her fingers that she is rubbing back and forth in some kind of calming motion.  To look at Sam, one would almost say she wasn’t worried about anything unless they knew her like Pussy did.  The only indicators that there was something bothering Sam was how white her knuckles where when her fingers laced together and the almost dull look in her eyes as if she were a million miles away.  She begins to speak again, her voice distant for the moment.  “I ain’t a stranger to losing Pussy, remember I’ve had Cyn in my ear all the time about how I choke and all so tonight, this isn’t about winning or losing.  I’ve needed to clear my head and I finally can see the big picture.”

Pussy looks skeptical at that comment.  “So Confucius…care to explain?”

Sam lets her head fall forward, red curls falling over her face as she softly laughs.  Once she looks up, Pussy is relieved to see that her eyes have lost their dull look and her friend seems ready for something, what it is she doesn’t know…yet.

“Ok, let’s see if I can…” she begins as she turns to face Pussy.  “I have been thinking too small Pussy.  I mean yeah, I get laser focused on wearing and defending the title and when I lost that focus, I lost the title.”  

“Yeah you did,” interrupts Pussy which only gets a smirking glare from Sam.  Pussy looks guiltily at her friend then motions zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the key which only makes Sam roll her eyes.

“As I was saying,” continues Sam, her voice fading as if expecting another interruption but Pussy just motions for her to continue.  “Because I turned my back on Mercedes to make Crystal realize that I knew she was there, I gave Mercedes the chance to take my title and she did.  That night I wasn’t so happy but I stuck around and listened to the crowing of Crystal about how she cost me the title.  Big deal, that night she deserved to gloat because her plan worked.  And then this week, my chance at revenge failed because I was fueled by wanting to make Crystal pay for costing me my title.  So really, it wasn’t Crystal that cost me my title it was my emotions that got the better of me in the ring.”  

Pussy can’t believe what she is hearing.  Neither can the other passengers who seem to be crowding a little closer to listen to the pair.  “Okay, so you are zen this week but Sam you really have to work at getting the title back.  I mean yeah you invoked your rematch clause but you have to be ready to face the two women that beat you back to back in the last two weeks.”

“Exactly Pussy,” offers Sam.  She looks upward for a moment then speaks again.  “Isn’t the saying when you fall off the horse you have to get right back on?  Besides I ain’t someone like Mikah that justifies her loss by saying I meant to lose because I was bored.  I am not going to wait to go after the title, and I sure as hell ain’t going to let more grass grow under my feet.  That title was mine to lose and I did.  Now that title is mine to win at Into the Void and do you know what I am fixin’ to do at the Supercard?  I am going to step into that ring and I am going to prove once and for all that it wasn’t a fluke that I won the title in the first place.”

The passion that Sam was showing only makes Pussy smile wider.  “That’s my friend Sammi!” she exclaims as her hand fist pumps the air.   “So, what is the first thing you have planned for when you get to Tokyo…training?”

“Nope,” says Sam as she once more leans back into the seat.

Pussy looks surprised.  “You aren’t going to be training?  I mean ok but don’t you think that you should be thinking of it?”

Sam nods.  “Of course I have training for the match in the back of my mind but there are some other things that I have planned for the next two weeks.  And one of them is to accept the invite of the Takehashis who invited me to see a real tea ceremony.  They are friends of Vixen’s and she told me to look them up here in Japan.  So I asked her to introduce me and she did.  They have been helping me while I have been in Japan by inviting me to dinner occasionally but Mrs Takehashi invited me to learn the tea ceremony she taught to Vixen.  Just think, authentic Japanese tea ceremony and Sam Marlowe…I can’t wait.”

Before Pussy can reply, a voice over the intercom begins to jabber in Japanese announcing the arrival in Tokyo.  Looking up at the signage that indicates they are arriving at the station in moments.  Sam reaches down to the strap of the small gym bag at her feet then pulls it to her lap to fight the strap over her shoulder.  Both women feel the train slow then stop with a soft whoosh before standing and getting into the line up to leave the train.  Once they step into the station, Pussy stops for a moment, her hand reaching out to stop Sam.

“Wait a minute,” Pussy says as she looks around the station.  “You can’t go to a tea ceremony right now, it’s the middle of the night.”

“I know silly,” replies Sam as she puts her hand on her friend’s.  “But I need to get some sleep because tomorrow is going to be a long day and very busy.  So I am on my way back to my apartment to get some sleep.  Speaking of, do you have a place to stay tonight Pussy?”

Pussy hangs her head as she shakes it back and forth.  “I was hoping to get a hotel room but it looks like I am going to be stuck in one of those tube hotels this late at night.”

Sam puts her arm over the shoulder of her friend and begins to guide her towards the exit of the station and the rows of taxis there.  “You can stay with me tonight,” offers Sam as she moves towards the first cab in line.  The pair climbs inside and Sam gives him the address of her apartment.  The taxi pulls away from the station and into the night.

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A soft buzzing sound near a bed is heard and a hand reaches out from under the covers to stab at the small alarm clock on the low bedside table.  The blankets begin to fall away as a rather sleepy Sam Marlowe sits up and rubs at her eyes.  Once she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she looks around the room sleepily then throws off the covers and swings her legs to the floor.  Pushing herself to her feet, she pads across the apartment in a pair of silky pajamas covered in hello kitty.  

Getting to the kitchen, she reaches into the fridge that is there and pulls out a bottle of a pale yellow juice and pours a bit into a small cup sitting near the sink.  Sipping at it, she moves towards the bedroom once more.  Suddenly a buzzing of her phone catches her attention.  Moving to pick it up, she sees the Whats App lit up to reveal her parents’ number.  Grabbing her headset, she plugs them in and then presses the icon.

“Hi Moms,” she says with a smile that fades quickly when the voice on the other end is Cyn.

“Hi Sammi,” says Cyn, the utter contempt heard in her greeting.  A second masculine voice is heard from a bit of a distance calling out to a third person in the background.  As the male voice urges someone to hurry, Cyn continues to talk.  “I saw you lost your title Sammi, I am soooo sorry to have seen that.  Well I did expect it but still, I am trying to be more positive about you and Sin City Wrestling and well I was positive that you would once again lose just like you always do.”

Rolling her eyes, Sam pulls the microphone away from her mouth to mutter something.  At her sister’s urging of ‘what did you say?’  Sam brings the microphone to her lips.  “Nice to hear from you Cyn, how are tricks?” taunts Sam who smirks at the huff of displeasure from Cyn.

“Samantha, that is no way to talk to your sister,” says the stern voice of their mother over the airwaves.  “Now dear, I was wondering if you are taking care of yourself over there in Japan.  When I saw you on Mother’s Day you looked like you hadn’t eaten well…”

“Sure Moms, I am taking good care of myself over here,” Sam replies as she then brings the glass to her lips to sip once more at the juice.  “I guess it was just a really busy time for me when you were there and well Moms, you are always convinced that I am not taking care of myself.”

“We know you are Sammiwich,” her father interjects as Sam pauses.  “Hey Cyn told me you lost the title and were probably not taking any calls because you just wanted to disappear like you always have done when bad things happen.”

Sam begins to simmer at that comment, hitting mute to curse softly then unmutes to reply to her father.  “Daddy it wasn’t like that.  Yeah I lost but I didn’t disappear when I lost the title.  I just picked myself back up and decided that I am going to get it back at Into the Void.”

“That’s my girl,” Philip Marlowe says with pride.  In the background, Cyn can be heard saying “I thought I was your girl Daddy!” in a rather whiny voice.   “So do you think that you will be coming back Stateside with the title.”

Sam can hear Cyn scoffing in the background which makes her grit her teeth then slowly release her breath.  “I am going to do my best Daddy,” says Sam with a smile.  “You know how I get when I want something enough.  Nothing and no one will be standing in my way when I get my title back.”

Vanessa’s soft voice interrupts Sam.  “And what about that nice young man you introduced me to,” says Sam’s mother.  “You know the one with the funny talking and very nice manners and posture and the like.”

Sam can’t help but giggle, stifling it quickly at the gasp of her mother.  “Ben is fine Moms.”

“Yes he is,” comes back over the receiver from Sam’s mother.  “Have the two of you been busy?”

“Mother!” exclaims Cyn and Sam at the same time.  

“Cynthia and Samantha, really, control yourselves.  I meant have you two been busy training,” says their mother in a rather annoyed voice.  Muting the phone, Sam lets out a long giggling laugh as she listens to their mother give Cyn whatfor.  As the pair of Marlowe women argue, Sam’s father gets on the line.

“Sammiwich,” he begins.  “I want you to know that I am proud of you princess but something is bothering me.  I know I asked you to let Cyn help you with wrestling but now that she can’t be backstage she’s been raising hell here at home for your mother and I.  Hell, she’s had the company’s legal department trying to get the injunction removed.  Now I know you rather like having her out of your hair but I gotta warn you that when you come back to the States she might be up to her same tricks…”

Sam can’t help but smile at the warning her father is giving her.  “Don’t worry Daddy, I think that I have done some growing up being on my own and Cyn isn’t as much of a threat as she used to be.  I don’t think that I am as afraid of her as I used to be.  But thanks for the warning.”

Philip chuckles in agreement before getting serious again.  “So who is this Ben fella that your mother thinks is such a catch and Cyn seems to see as a snake in a sleeping bag?  Tell me I don’t have to become the protective father with you too.  Do I need to clean my gun?”

The mock seriousness of the question brings on another bout of laughter from Sam as Cyn’s voice can be heard from behind their father.  “Daddy, that man is a bad influence on Sam.  You should see what he calls me…a dragon!  Can you believe it, he calls ME a DRAGON!”

“Maybe that’s a compliment,” offers their father.  “I watch Game of Thrones and that Daenarys ain’t half bad…”

“We both know Daddy, when that Ben person calls me a dragon, he doesn’t mean it as a good thing!”

Sam turns as she listens to the voices argue on the other end of the phone.  Looking down at the clock, she gasps and then speaks up.  “Moms, Daddy…I hate to have to say that I gotta go.  I have to get ready to go and meet someone this morning.  I miss you guys and love you!”

Sam moves towards the bathroom as she listens to the goodbyes from her family.  “Love you more Daddy” is her final comment before putting her finger to the release button and ending the call.  Taking the earbud from her ear, she tosses the phone onto the bed before disappearing into the bathroom after tossing her pajama top on the bed.

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An older Japanese woman can be seen waiting at the entrance to an alley.  She is dressed in a traditional kimono that shimmers in the light sun of the morning.  The pattern on the kimono is the light pink of cherry blossoms on a vivid green background.  The woman’s hair is pulled up in a high bun and her feet are tucked into a pair of thong shoes.  She watches in both directions, waiting for someone patiently.  Suddenly a commotion from down the street brings a smile to her lips.  Skidding to a halt in front of the older woman Sam Marlowe smiles apologetically at the woman.

“O-matase-shimashita,” says Sam with a little bow to the elderly lady.

In heavily accented English, the woman pats Sam’s shoulder as she greets her.  “Good morning Kasai,” she says with a hint of a smile that brings an answering smile to Sam’s lips.  “Come we go and get kimono for you,” she adds.

Turning away from Sam, the woman begins to walk down the alleyway in a soft shuffling step that is easy for Sam to keep pace.  As she does, Sam looks ahead of them but addresses the woman.   “Mrs Takehashi, why do you call me that because I thought that Vixen told you my name was Samantha,” asks Sam.

“When Vixen was here in Japan, my husband and I gave her nickname,” answers Mrs. Takehashi.  “My husband say that Vixen remind him of famous sword of legend, the Kitsune Maru so she is Kitsune to us,” explains the woman as they approach a small house.  “So when she say you come to Japan, when I saw hair, I give you japanese name of fire…Kasai.  For hair,” she says as she stops in front of a building.  Moving into the doorway, she takes off her shoes and moves closer to knock on the doorframe.  

The sliding panel is pulled back to reveal another older woman in the doorway.  The two Japanese women jabber at each other as Sam looks around the interior.  The woman motions the two of them into the house.  Mrs Takehashi cautions Sam to remove her shoes before stepping inside.  Sam slips out of her footwear and follows her guide inside.  They stop before another room where the hostess motions for them to wait.  Rushing off, she can be seen behind a screen reaching for what looks like a long slim box.

“What are we doing here?” whispers Sam as she is ushered towards another room by Mrs Takehashi who reaches for the clothes that Sam is wearing.  Sam fights the urge to slap at the hands of the elderly lady but manages to stop her enough from pulling her clothes off.

“Kitsune want you to have traditional Japanese experience, so we put you in traditional kimono,” says Mrs Takehashi as the other lady enters the room and sets the box on a low table to the side.  Opening it, she reveals a silken kimono in white with pale purple blossoms scattered across it, a matching gold and plum obi and all the accessories needed for being changed into a Japanese lady.

“Wow,” is all Sam can manage to say before she is lead to the other room and pushed into a change room where she is handed the traditional juban and instructed on how to put it on.  Sam closes the door and begins to undress before covering her body with the juban then opens the door and approaches the two Japanese ladies.  

“Kasai, now you sit and you will have geisha experience,” says Mrs Takehashi as she nods at the dresser.    Sam moves to the small stool and sits as she warily watches the woman take a comb and begins to comb Sam’s hair, working it into the intricate designs mostly seen on geisha.  Once the hair is finished, she turns Sam around and using traditional white makeup, she begins to turn Sam into a young Japanese maiko.  Leaving the slightest bit of her neck bare, the dresser move in front of Sam and begins to work on the makeup on her face.

To the side, Mrs. Takehashi sips at a small cup of tea.  “Kasai, Kitsune say you wrestle for woman title?  You champion?”

As the dresser outlines Sam’s eyes with red eyeliner, she responds slowly.  “I was the champion Mrs Takehashi but I lost the title.  But I do have this match coming up at Into the Void for my title again.  I want to get my title back,” says Sam before the woman stops her and begins to paint a bright red lipstick along the lower lip of Sam.

“Kitsune say she train you,” adds Mrs Takehashi.  “You will win if you say you win!”

Sam smiles at that comment so vehemently said by the little woman.  Turning to the mirror, Sam is surprised by how she looks with pale white skin and red accents.  Turning back to Mrs Takehashi, she nods her smile widening as she looks at the dresser who has kneeled beside Mrs Takehashi.  Nodding in return, the dresser gets to her feet and holds out her hand for Sam’s.

“Now you will get dressed as geisha,” says Sam’s guide.  The dresser guides Sam to the middle of the room and then gently picks up the soft silken kimono under dress and slides it onto Sam’s arms then sets it in place before tying it off.  The second undergarment is then lifted onto Sam’s shoulders with the skirt of it hanging to her feet.   A collar is placed around her neck and it is tied off as well.  Then finally, the kimono is lifted up and slid onto Sam’s form and it too is tied off.

“This is getting to be a bit much ma’am,” says Sam who doesn’t move as the dresser makes sure all of the layers rest properly on Sam’s form.  Finally the kimono is tied off then the dresser moves to the obi and holds it up.  The elaborate belt is wrapped around Sam and then pulled tight, tied off then the dresser makes the finishing touches before stepping back and bowing to Sam.

“You are ready,” says Mrs Takehashi as she watches Sam turn this way and that in the mirror, the look on her face one of wonder and happiness.  Mrs. Takehashi steps beside Sam in the elegant kimono, her own yukata looking plain beside the bright kimono of Sam.  “Come, let us go to the tea house and show you off.”

The pair moves to the doorway once more where Sam is handed the traditional sandals of a geisha.  She slips one foot into the first sandal then slides her other foot into its mate.  As she steadies herself onto the slim footwear, the dresser arrives with Sam’s clothes in the box and hands both to her.  “I’ll be back to change and return the kimono…”

“The kimono is gift for you Kasai,” says Mrs Takehashi.  “Mrs Yamoto here is big wrestling fan and my friend.  I told her I bring you to have experience, she tell me that she have kimono as gift.”

Sam turned to Mrs. Yamoto who had sunk into a deep bow.  Sam returned the salute and then implusively rushed to hug the woman as well.  “Domo arrigato Mrs Yamoto, I don’t know how to say domo a thousand times but DOMO!” exclaims Sam with a smile.  “I will treasure it always.”

The woman smiles not, really understanding what Sam is saying but Mrs Takehashi quickly translates which sends Mrs Yamoto into a flurry of bowing once more.  “Come Kasai, we have tea now.”

The pair head out of the room and into the alley way before finding a rickshaw that had been pulled up right to the end of the alley.  Guiding Sam towards it, Mrs Takehashi helps her into it before joining her.  The runner picks up the drive shaft and begins to run into the street pulling the two women away from the alley and disappearing into the traffic.

Hours later, the rattle of keys at the door to the apartment fights with the buzzing of a Skype call on her laptop.  Sam makes her way inside, the traditional sandals hanging from one hand as she reaches to accept the call.  Suddenly Ben Jordan’s face appears on the screen, a smile on his face when he takes in Sam in the kimono.

“Turning Japanese darling,” he taunts which only makes Sam give him a glare which earns her a chuckle.  

“Funny Ben, really funny,” replies Sam with a smile before completely changing the subject.  “So how are you feeling darling’?  I heard that you got the flu or something.  Have you been taking care of yourself…”

Grabbing the laptop, Sam continues to talk as she disappears into the other room, the kimono forcing her to move in a slow shuffle.

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“Guess the time has come hasn’t it?  I mean really, there is always someone wanting to say something and I guess it is my turn,” says a voice that echoes slightly off the tatami mat and paper walls of a small garden house surrounded by cherry trees in flower and a silent koi pond.

Standing quietly on the dark wooden porch that surrounds the house, Sam Marlowe appears in a yukata, relaxed and comfortable as she slowly moves along the porch.  “I’m here at Mr and Mrs Takehashi’s home to enjoy dinner.  They have taken me under their wing and helped me so much here in Japan.”

Sam trails a finger along the lacquer of the porch rail as she thinks of her next words.  “It is getting close to Into the Void and the chance to once more hold the Bombshell title.  A belt that most people covet and now I am one of those people who are looking to catch that brass ring and wear it once more,” she says almost dreamily before getting serious.  “I don’t know why but the thought of becoming champion once more is almost like a drug to me.”

The redhead moves along to the end of the porch, her hands resting lightly on the railing as she looks over the pond.  A bird lights on a cherry tree branch, the movement causing a shower of blossom petals to surround Sam.

“Let me say this,” she begins.  “I know that when I faced Mercedes Vargas two weeks ago, I was ready.  I held the title and I stood proud and tall knowing that I was defending that title and I was ready to give Mercedes the fight of her life because that is what I figured two people who respected each other would do.  And that is what was happening in that match, a match of respect and hell, even friendship.  I mean I knew I couldn’t let her win, not if I wanted to stay champion.  But I also couldn’t take the low road and just walk away without defending it.  And then it happened.”

Sam bites at her bottom lip as one hand curls into a fist as it rests on the lacquer.  “In the middle of my comeback when I had Mercedes tapping out, what happens but some insecure number one contender inserted herself into the match and in doing so, did three things,” Sam states before she forces her fist to uncurl.  “First, she cost me my focus by having her husband distract the referee and preventing him from seeing Mercedes tap.  Secondly she decided to try to attack me from behind but I literally got the drop on her.  But that wasn’t enough to prevent me from getting back in the ring only to be dropped by Mercedes finisher and lose the title.  Well Crystal, I hope you are proud of yourself.”

Sam takes a deep breath before she adds, “but we both know you have let everyone and their brothers know how proud you were of ‘making a name’ for yourself and how you put yourself in the forefront of the bombshells.  All because you weren’t given what you deserved a shot at the title.”  Sam shakes her head almost sadly as she contemplates exactly what she is saying.  “Crystal decided to cost me the title so she could face her “friend” and take the title from Mercedes.  But the thing is, she earned her shot in the Blast from the Past tournament and would have had her one on one match at Into the Void.  But it would have been against me, not Mercedes…”

Sam’s voice trailed off for a moment as a dawning realization seems to come over her.  “That’s it, that is why Crystal cost me the title…because as much as she wanted the match, she knew she couldn’t beat me when push came to shove.  That is why she revels in the fact she cost me the title.”

Sam turns to pace once more towards the entrance of the house.  “And don’t get me wrong Crystal, I’ve seen the stuff you are pulling to prove that you are the face of the Bombshell division.  I mean seriously…acting like a bitch who is all tough and badass until someone says something to you which makes you cry like a little girl because people are soooo mean to you,” says Sam, her voice pitched into what sounds like a little kid’s voice.  “Poor Crystal, can’t take the meanness so you whine and cry then when you know you are safe you put your big girl pants on and strut around like you are Queen Shit of Turd island.  Your act is so old Crystal, why don’t you get new material?”

Sam slowly moves down the steps and onto a path.  Walking toward the koi pond, the redhead reaches the bench near it and sits with her hands folded in her lap.

“Then there is Mercedes herself, the current Bombshell champion,” says Sam with a half-smile.   “I do have to hand it to her to have won the title like she did by staying focused which was a great win for her.  Sadly however, there is always going to be that question.  Could she have beaten me on her own?  Technically she had tapped and if Drew Patton hadn’t been distracted by Jonathon Millar, he would have seen that and I would still be the champion.  So Mercedes has to ask herself if her title reign as the Bombshell champion is really legit or not.  Don’t get me wrong, she might have eventually gotten out of the Sammiwrap by either tapping or well, in the middle of the ring, the only real way out of the sammiwrap is tapping.”  Chuckling slightly, Sam reaches up and wipes at the smile on her face.  

“But she did win the title and now she is the defending champion in this match.  And this is her chance to wipe away the question that is on everyone’s mind,” says Sam.  “She gets to prove that her title win wasn’t just because someone interfered and basically handed her the title.  She gets to prove that she is the true Bombshell champion.  But I don’t envy her one bit in this match at Into the Void.”

Sam puts both hands on the sunwarmed stone of the bench and leans back as the breeze sends the odd cherry blossom floating around her as she continues to speak.

“This match at Into the Void, it is going to be one hell of a match because you have three women who all think they deserve that title,” offers Sam.  “And sadly for Mercedes, she doesn’t have to be the one pinned to lose the title.  But let me just say this so that both women understand where it is that I am coming from.”

Sam gets an intent look on her face.  “This match at Into the Void is going to be Crystal’s chance to actually prove once and for all she is the face of SCW Bombshells’ Division.  But without her husband there, what kind of chance do you think she is going to have facing two women intent on the belt themselves?  It is going to also be the chance for Mercedes to prove that her title win wasn’t just a fluke or taking advantage of having someone giftwrap the championship for her.  She gets to prove that her title reign shouldn’t have an asterisk to it.”

Sam gets to her feet and begins to trace her path back to the house.  “It is also my chance to get back something that I don’t think I should have lost to begin with.  I lost focus when I lost that title and at Into the Void, I am going to get my focus back along with the title.  I ain’t being cocky…I am confident that when I step into the ring at the supercard I am going to do my best to walk out of the ring the two time Bombshell Champion.  And if that means pinning Mercedes or Crystal that is exactly what I plan to do.”

From the distance, a voice can be heard calling out to Sam.  “Kasai, it time for dinner!” says Mr Takehashi as he appears at the door of the house.  

Waving and smiling, Sam moves towards the building but stops and with one last look at the koi pond, she puts her hands together and bows.  “Thanks for listening to me rant,” she says in the direction of the koi pond and is answered by the splash of a koi on the surface of the water.  Smiling, she bows once more and then rushes towards the house where she is greeted by her host with a bow then hug.  The pair enters the house and the door is slid shut on the redhead and Mr Takehashi hiding them from view.

[Christian Underwood]

 We are now in the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 06/03/2016
England: 04:59am Saturday 06/04/2016  

[Mercedes Vargas]

 Blog: A Series of Unfortunate Events the Fifteenth: Querer, tomar, tener/Want, Take, Have
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There are so many ways to look at the co-main event at Into the Void. Three women all want the same thing, they want to walk out of Tokyo with the World Bombshell Championship.

It won't come easy. While I'd still would appear somewhere on the supercard, I sure wouldn't be near the co-main event, let alone be defending the most coveted prize in the Bombshells division. I mean, I did tap out to Samantha Marlowe in Kobe. I can't deny that. Belinda and Jason saw it. The world saw it. The tape is there. So because of the outcome of CC 148, Crystal is expecting a Hallmark card and a check any day now? Well, I hope she believes me when I say they got lost in the mail.

And Sammi, I hope you take my word for it that I had no knowledge of Crystal's plan. This was all her and her husband's doing. Never in my career, even when I was in the Mean Girls, have I needed to cheat to win a match or a championship, because I don't need to. I've proven that I can succeed without breaking the rules, and without needing help.  At the end of the day, I want to say that I won or loss on my own account. Sometimes it's what you don't do that makes you who you are.

We both know what Crystal's endgame is and that my hands are tied because of what she did, because if I win, I lose. If I lose, I lose. If you win, if you beat either of us, everything will be back to normal. Lucy may get her title shot next if the tag match doesn't go her way. Mikah says she doesn't want another go as champion because of how stressful it is, but there's always the chance that she doesn't really mean it. Of course, there's always that one-on-one match rematch between us, but none of these scenarios happens unless you win, though.

I get why you invoked your rematch clause without even giving it a second thought when conventional wisdom says that you probably should have waited for a better opportunity to come along. But, like Crystal, you know that this may be your one shot, and maybe your only shot, at becoming champion again. Who knows if you'll get another chance? Nine months ago, no one thought you would be in this position today, no one knew that you would be holding the World Bombshell Championship, but you've proven all the doubters wrong. Can you do it again Sunday?

Three years ago I started this journey and to become World Bombshell Champion is a dream come true. To have to not only fend off two opponents who want to end your reign but also the critics behind it is enough for anybody to just get up and walk away, and I was damn near close to doing that. I thought about vacating the title, I was warped into Crystal making me feel guilty that I was so close to handing in the title to Christian or Mark, but I didn't. The spirit is willing, but the flesh was weak. Or maybe because deep down if I had followed through with it, I would be a sentimental fool. Champions fight through adversity not run from it, and when they are at their most vulnerable that's when they know where to find true strength. I want to show the world that I'm a fighting champion, I want to show the world that I can handle being World Bombshell Champion. So with the odds against me, what do you think I’ll do to keep my SCW World Bombshell Championship at Into the Void?

Samantha...maybe I would have tapped out to the Sammiwrap at CC 148. Then again, maybe you would have tapped out to the Red Peril II or the Divine Mercy. I guess we'll never know the answer to that, but it still doesn't mean it can't happen at the supercard.

Crystal...you already know what I'll do. While I haven't beat you in SCW, I have beat you in the past and it doesn't matter what's the name of the promotion, a loss is only a pinfall or submission away. You probably don't remember this, but the last world championship that I won, and which I still own after the promotion had since closed, I beat YOU for it. I also happen to do very well in multi-person matches and I have more wins in triple threats than you and Samantha combined. Samantha was pinned in her first triple threat match last year and Crystal, you only have two wins in nine matches.  

When it comes to title defenses, I answer the bell. Why do you think I've been in over 30 championship matches in SCW or that I've never lost a main match in over two years? I react well when I'm under pressure and that's when I'm at my best. When I go into survival mode, I'm a tough challenge to any Bombshell on the roster and they know better never than to count me out, but you don't have to take my word for it.

I'm going to find a way to win this match, not a way out, at Into the Void.

There's a lot riding on this match. Samantha Marlowe wants redemption, I want revenge, and Crystal Millar wants a receipt on all the hard work she put into her master plan, but only one of us – one of us – can leave with the title. The title that was “giftwrapped” for me, the title that was handed to me.

You both want what I have?

Well, now it's up to you to take it from me.

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Momento de claridad X: No me preguntes/Moment of Clarity X: Ask Me No Questions
22 de mayo de 2016 ♦ T O K Y O, J A P A N

[[The week of Into the Void was finally here. You know how you want something to be over so bad that you're literally counting the days? That's how I was feeling all this week. Luckily for me, killing time wasn't a problem in a city like Tokyo. There's always something to do here.]]

[The scene open up in Tokyo's Ryogoku Kokugikan. The fans in attendance chatter before the next match gets underway. A pamphlet blocks out view of Mercedes' face. She lowers the pamphlet to reveal her disheveled hair and face. Mercedes looks unsure of herself as she sits in one of the seats further away.]

[[When I came to Japan last September I had forgotten about attending a Sumo match. I thought about attending Kabuki, but my brother told me that Sumo is better theater. Not that it particularly interested me, not to mention the cost and the crowd, but now that I was here I'd wanted to take in a show. First time for everything, right?]]

Male Fan: So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?

Mercedes: Uh...

[[ Looks like talking about the weather was out. Every time I meet strangers, that question always come up. Like at the police station...]]

[Cut to a small room where Mercedes is standing next to an elderly woman wearing glasses, though she keeps looking over them, straining her eyes. Two officers are talking to each other while looking straight at a typical police lineup.]

Officer 1 Silvia Epstein got her Greyhound stolen the other day. The perpetrator got bit by the dog before he ran off. Mrs. Epstein's neighbor called in hoping we'd find something.

Officer 2 Yeah? What's a girl like her doing in a place like this?

Officer 1 Like I said, she came with her out of concern.

[The first officer is giving directions at the suspects. A buzzer sounds after each command. The second officer, ripping off a bag of potato chips, watches.]

Officer 1: Four steps to the right. Four steps to the left.

Officer 2: Four steps back now y'all.

Officer 1: Left foot to the front. Now shuffle. And now touch the floor on this one.

[The suspects find this ridiculous but do what they're told, some halfheartedly.]

Officer 2: Now add a lasso this time.

[The suspects look back at him nonplussed.]

Officer 2: Add a lasso this time.

[The suspects spin in a circle in a galloping motion with their left hand near their waist as if holding the reigns of a horse while swinging their other arm around over their head like they are using a lasso. The officers look over at Mrs. Epstein standing by with Mercedes, who turns to her.]

Mercedes: Recognize anyone?

[The elderly woman expresses shock and confusion as the first officer, clearing his throat, looks away and stares at something on his desk. The second officer sighs and retreats to the corner.]

Officer 1: Well, okay than.

[[ At the theater...]]

[Cut to Mercedes on stage in an off-Broadway production of the musical comedy "Anita la Huerfanita," (Little Orphan Annie). She watches as a nine-year-old girl, playing the title role, sings a musical number from the play.]

Girl:
Tomorrow, Tomorrow,
I love ya tomorrow.
You're only a daaaaay awaaaaay!

[The number receives a standing ovation. Just then the girl suddenly faints and collapsed on stage, drawing gasps from an audience packed in for the performance. Mercedes rushes in from the backstage to attend to the girl, tears streaming down her face, though she forgets to break character.]

Mercedes: Annie, are you ok? Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie?

Still no response.

Mercedes: Annie, are you ok? Are you ok? Are you ok, Annie?!

[The concerned parents come up on stage along with a doctor, who looks up at Mercedes.]

Doctor What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?

[[Even at the bank...]]

[A band of unsuspecting robbers surrender to police inside the local save and loan. As the robbers are escorted to waiting cop cars, one of the men past Mercedes before calling out to her. She looks up from filing her nails at the man, who gives her a toothy grin.]

Robber: ¿Qué es una muchacha como usted haciendo en un lugar como esto?
What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?

[[Wait, I got it.]]

Mercedes: Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies.

[[So the bout starts with the ceremonial stomping of the feet, looking for all the world like two T-Rexes going into battle. As I watch the competition into their squatting position, all I can say is man am I glad I didn’t get the seats closer to the wrestlers. For one, it was expensive – something around 20,000 yen, then you would have to sit Indian style during the entire match. And the other thing was the thought of two men wearing thongs was a little unnerving. Sure, it's tradition and all here. But still.]]

Mercedes: So, how long is this thing anyway? What are we talking, ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour?

Male Fan: The tournament last an entire day, though you'll miss the good matches, they start at four o'clock.

Mercedes: I'm not sure I heard you, but did you say all day. If you can watch sumo for that long, either you're a hardcore fan or should be declared clinically brain dead.

[[Anyway, after some stalling the wrestlers plow into each other with all the speed of tectonic plates. After a stalemate, they circle each other again. The male fan hands me a radio that is providing the English play-by-play. At least it made my experience a little better, just a little.]]

Mercedes: Hey, I think the match is almost over!

[[And if it is, I really need to start watching more sumo. The match took only five minutes tops. And for the next three hours, forty-seven minutes, I was nothing more but a spectator who actually enjoyed her first sumo-watching experience. It took me a while to track the points using the scorecard, but I got the hang of it. The pamphlet had all the names of the competitors, which made for some interesting reading before and after matches.]]

Mercedes: You know what? I thought I was in for a boring time, but I was so wrong. When's the next one?

[[Our little male fan merely smiled at me..]]

Male Fan: Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies.

[Fade.]

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Blog: A Series of Unfortunate Events the Sixteenth: la ayuda buena es difícil también el hallazgo/Good Help is Hard To Find
semana del 29 de mayo del 5 de juno de 2 0 1 6

C ontrary to popular belief, defending a championship is far more difficult than actually winning it. Everybody knows that, doesn't mean it's any less true. A lot of people are divided on whether I deserved the title match with Samantha in the first place, and the resentment have been so strong, even I can't help but believe it. After what Crystal and her husband did, I don't doubt many angry fans are calling CC 148 by another name – the Kobe screwjob. And like I said before, Crystal's plan was brilliant.

R egardless of how people feel about it, Sunday's co-main event at Into the Void will happen and I've got a lot of work to do if I want to walk out of Tokyo with the championship many are saying I don't deserve, which, again, is all thanks to Crystal. But she shouldn't expect thanks from me yet.

Y ou thought you had it all figured out, didn't you? At least, it seemed that way. But just when you thought you had all the answers, Christian changed the questions. Who should be more worried now: the champion who could possibly lose her title without being pinned or the challenger who is banking on some foolproof plan that could blow up in her face? Is it the former champion who was cheated out of the title or the champion-in-waiting who now have to beat two opponents to win? Is it the Bombshell who just ended a three-match losing streak at Climax Control because of her “bestie”, the one who got pinned in back-to-back main events or the one who lost at the LAW Validation pay-per-view for the second time in three years when she had every advantage in that match– a bodyguard, her stablemates acting as lumberjills surrounding the ring, her opponent's manager locked in a shark tank – and still got beat in Atlanta?

S o who's facing more pressure: the Bombshell who has yet to beat her rival in an SCW ring or the one who hasn't won a world championship in five years? Your first year left a lot to be desired. See, because before you became the reina de las grandes pantallas – the Silver Screen Queen – you were a luchadora, La Paloma. The Dove. But it took awhile for you to take flight, or maybe you couldn't get off the ground. After your first two matches against Natalie McKinley, you ditched the mask and showed your true self. After masquerading in a mask for three weeks, you were ready to try again. You improved a lot last year – still lost a lot more matches than you won – but you were getting there. 2016? You tied the knot, you went unbeaten for three months, went on to run the table in the BFTP. Everything suddenly clicked. Never mind that four of your victories was in the tournament or that Desapyre got most of pinfalls.

T o hear you tell it, you claim that your actions the last two weeks made Sam and I relevant. Really now? The fans didn't buy that, I never believed that, pretty sure Sam never believed that, and it sure as hell wasn't true. It's taken you two years to get your name on the map in SCW. You followed me 14 months after I came here, and it didn't take me long to become one of the top Bombshells in the company. You want to call me irrelevant, fine. After this weekend, win or lose, after I'm through with you, you will remember just who the hell I am and everything that I've done. You want to bring up the fact that I have never beat you as if that's suppose to mean you're better than me. It's funny that you brag more about those victories than being a former Bombshell Roulette Champion. While you can hang those wins over my head, I can hang the World Bombshell Championship over yours. That you “helped me” beat Samantha is irrelevant. Because now you're going to have to beat one of us to end my reign.

A nd I don't think you can do it. Given the situation you're in, the odds aren't in your favor, and you know it. If Into the Void went on as planned, chances are you probably couldn't beat Samantha one-on-one anyway and, come to think of it, I don't think you could beat me either. I mean, let's take a look at the facts. Mikah interfered in our first match that got you into the triple threat, our second match, at High Stakes that Mikah won; the third match was also a triple threat and you did pin me, so I'll give you the gold star next to your name; and in our second one-on-one, back in January, Alexis interfered and cost me the match. So, technically, you only beat me once.

L ook at it this way, unlike a typical movie role, our match isn't going to be scripted. There won't be time for a dress rehearsal or to read your lines or retakes. Come Sunday at Into the Void V, not only is Samantha Marlowe is going to be remembering in vivid detail of what happened when you cost her the World Bombshell Championship, but I'm going to remember how I felt that night and then whip your ass so you remember it too. You're practically on your own. Your husband Jonathan can't help, you have no friends other than Kate and Veronica, and even then they will probably want to stay far away from our match too, if they know what's good for them. In other words, Crystal, you're a desperate woman.

M aybe more desperate than you're letting on. What you call ratings, I call someone starving for attention and it's pretty hard not to notice. You know you're in trouble when Alexis Edwards has to call you out on it. Is that what you're going for? Attention? Because I can promise you that you'll have mine and Sam's undivided attention. For some reason, I can't see that working out for you.

I nto the Void will be here before you know it and I've been waiting more than four months to get my hands on you. Honestly, I could have done it sooner and made your night at LAW worse by beating your ass after your loss, but having watched it in person was good enough for me.

L a prudencia es la madre de la ciencia – Discretion is the better part of valor. But that doesn't apply to you, does it? You say the first thing that comes to mind without thinking about your words or actions. No wonder why you don't have any friends. And, no, Kate and Veronica don't count. Kate follows you willingly because she's family, and Veronica follows just about anybody if it means leaching off their success, which is something you both share in common.

L eaching off others and being an attention whore is what you do best, and it's been proven. And you're good at it, you're very good. For the better part of your career, I've seen it for myself, even in SCW. And I wasn't surprised, not when you started sucking up to Celeste and Natalie or when you were hanging around Delia and I after the Mean Girls broke up. Because you know without being anyone's sidekick, you're the one who would be irrelevant, don't you? It scares you that you could become just another name, just another face in the crowd.

A s you like to say, “good and great really don't mean a thing when you're perfect like me.” You mean like your record? Mikah was the one in 8-1 that beat you. Oh, but wait! Despayre interfered. No fair. Like you interfered in my match? You can't have it both ways. The difference here is that Despayre was there to prevent your husband, who really cost you that match, from helping you cheat. Neither you or your husband had no right to interfere in a match you weren't apart of. CC 148 was an insult to all my hard work in this company. The proudest moment in my life, the moment where I can finally say I've a world champion again is tainted. That, to me, is a cardinal sin that can not and will not, be forgiven.

R ember when I said best friends make the worst enemies? You can't hope to escape what's coming to you at Into the Void. When I beat you, I'm not doing this for the fans, I'm not doing this for the other Bombshells, I'm not even doing this for Despayre or Mikah or Sam or even for me, even thought it should be. No, this is for you. Because it's about time someone gives a reality check to Crystal Millar. And who better than the one person who knows her best? And you also know better that I don't forgive and I don't forget.

Two wrongs don't make a right, Crystal. It just leads you straight to the bad part of town on the corner of Revenge Avenue and Payback Boulevard.

And you're going to find out first hand that good help is hard to find.

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Momento de claridad XI/Moment of Clarity XI
1 de junio de 2016 ♦ T O K Y O, J A P A N

"Oh, I'm just packing up a few things for today. A couple of autograph books and such."

[Mercedes emerges from her Tokyo apartment. She opens the passenger side of her rental car and tucks in a few autograph books inside a knapsack for the big day ahead. On a sunny eighty-five degree day, she is hidden under a pair of shades. Before long, she starts up the engine and away we go on to the day ahead.]

Mercedes: So, today is the Legends Luncheon at the Millennium Mitsu Garden Hotel and pretty much a who's who of the greatest Japanese joshi wrestlers will be there, and hopefully I get to meet all of them. I think Christian saved the best for last setting this up for all the Bombshells to get this opportunity to meet the greatest talent the world over.

[When asked who her favorite wrestler was, it was a tough question for the Argentine to answer right away.]

Mercedes: My favorite Japanese wrestler? Oh, wow, I have so many. But if I had to pick my favorite, it would probably be Manami Toyota. The way she moves around in the ring, her fighting style, the robes she wore to the ring. She was amazing. Did I mention the five-star matches? To meet all these stars is a dream come true. One day Toyota, Inoue, Yamada, Kansai and Ozaki will be known on a first name basis in wrestling just like Oscar, Wilt, and Lebron in the NBA.

[On the drive there, her match at Into the Void comes up.]

Mercedes: And just when I thought that wouldn't come up.

[She laughs. She briefly talks about Samantha Marlowe. The former champion has been training for her match and will more likely presents problems for the current champion. Mercedes has nothing but high praise for the Texan, who is looking to become just the fifth two-time titleholder in history.]

Mercedes: Samantha Marlowe has become a big name in the Bombshells division in such a short time. She has no quit in her. Definitely made me work in trying to defeat her in our match, and that's what makes Into the Void interesting. She is not going to be easy to beat. You look at the run she had early in her career – she went unbeaten in singles for six months straight, she beat Mikah at her best, ended her dominant reign, and became World Bombshell Champion. This triple threat is anyone's to win. Sam and Crystal both want what I have. I think we're all going to bring it Sunday in Tokyo. No one is going in there to lose, no one is calling it quits and give up.

[It's one of the few title matches on the card where fans are equally split on who will come with the coveted championship. With Into the Void nearing, Mercedes is cautious about her match, but wants to enjoy her reign, even if it suddenly ends in Tokyo.]

Mercedes: I'm living the dream right now, I'm on top of the world. I'm going into this match with a clear mind and I have to focus on the match at hand and not worry about the things I can't control. Crystal may have quote-unquote handed me the title, but she still have to beat me or Samantha for it, and she's proven she can't do either – at least not without help or cheating.

[Mercedes did not shy away from discussing her feud with her fellow Latina. She called Crystal's change in attitude a "copout" and added, "Basically, she's setting a bad example for Latinas everywhere." In between locking in some GPS coordinates, she provides more insight into her argument.

Mercedes: I think Crystal is trying to get attention just for the sake of it. She's hyping herself up and being controversial because that's her bread-and-butter and she's trying every which way to make herself seem more important than what she really is. It's one thing to call out Misty for her decision not to go for the Bombshell Championship after winning last year's Blast From the Past, but she's done more for this division than Crystal will ever accomplish in a lifetime. She's trying to hype herself for this match and she thinks that by what she did at CC 148, she's getting into my head. I know what she can do and I know what I can do. We've been rivals for six-plus years so I know what's coming. Her husband being banned I think is a band aid on a much bigger wound, but at least it's one thing Sam and I don't have to worry about. I'm just going to have fun and kick some ass on Sunday and I think Crystal's in way over her head.

[We finally arrive, the Millennium Mitsu Garden Hotel. Mercedes check the car dashboard and she smiles. She arrived thirty minutes early for the gala, which was set to begin at high noon. Mercedes hoped to see some of her fellow Bombshells who plan on attending. She steps out of the car, slips on her shades and grabs her knapsack in tow.]

Mercedes: Let's do lunch.

[It's 20 minutes into the event and at least for one day, SCW's hardest working femme fatales got along. Mercedes spotted Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall; Natalie McKinley, Melody Grace and Kate Steele was there too. Team Hero and The Angel Clan were also in attendance. To prevent any necessary violence, Keira and Uriella stayed out of each other's way going as far as sitting at far ends of the table. Mercedes mingles with a few of the Bombshells before chatting away with Belinda Simone, one-half of SCW's broadcast team, then goes over to talk to Natalie.

An hour later, Mercedes asks where to find Manami. A stranger pointed with her stubby finger of her right hand to the sushi bar. Mercedes thanks her for giving her directions and heads on over. And just as the stranger directed, there she was. No where near her age of 45. Only one problem: there already was a crowd gathered. Mercedes, not one to give up easily, force a way through and pays for it with people stepping on her feet. It was worth it. Mercedes engages in a lengthy conversation where they talk about Angry Birds and Toyota's career and greatest matches and if Toyota met the other Bombshells. Another woman nearby translates between the two and it's not long before Mercedes holds out her autograph book and the joshi scribbles her autograph on it. After a quick bow, Mercedes backs away gracefully and nearly collided with a waiter in an awkward moment that Toyota tried hiding her laughter

From legendary pioneers to joshi wrestling's future stars, the Legendary Luncheon had a little of everything. After final remarks from the keynote speaker and then from Christian Underwood, the luncheon was over. Mercedes opens her autograph book to show off her collection, somewhere between 20 and 35 autographs, including autograph from both members of The Crush Gals and The Jumping Bomb Angels. Asked what was the most interesting part of their conversation, Mercedes said the language barrier.]

Mercedes: When I was asking a question, I think I slipped into a little Spanish and that kind of threw everything off. Manami told me through her translator that she would teach me Japanese if I teach her Spanish. Crazy, huh?

[Today was a good day. Now that the fun part of the Japanese tour was over, there was still business to attend do. An uncomfortable confrontation with Crystal and Samantha Marlowe at the luncheon was a clear reminder of what was still to come.  With Into the Void less than a week away, her focus now turns to the days ahead. Mercedes brought along the SCW World Bombshell Championship with her to the luncheon, which caught the attention of a few of the joshi stars. Now, two other women, her opponents on Sunday, will be vying for her attention in taking away the championship on her third week with since winning it.]

Mercedes: First defenses are the hardest, right? Looks like I have some work to do to not end up a three-week wonder.

[Only time will tell whether Mercedes will still be champion after Into the Void. For now, the rest of the day was going to be nothing but training and media work. Alas, a wrestler's job is never done.]

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Momento de claridad XII: Demasiado de una cosa buena/Moment of Clarity XII: Too Much of a Good Thing
3 de junio de 2016 ♦ T O K Y O, J A P A N

[REC•]

[Mercedes is listening to this week's replay of The Hotwire podcast on her iPad and filters in the comments about her match by Tommy Knocks. She smiles when he hears Knocks' final verdict of the co-main event and lets the rest of the show play out before killing the podcast. Setting her iPad aside, she takes a moment to look up at the camera, the Argentine keeping her composure.]

Mercedes: I respect Tommy Knocks. I respect his opinions and he tells it like it is. There should be more people like him. He does his job very well, as I do mine. He has a right to his opinion, and it's up to me to prove him wrong at Into the Void. My job is to prevent Crystal Millar from getting her grubby hands on my title so we won't ever have to live in a division with her as champion. I've never back down from a challenge before and I'm not about to start now, so if I have to play the role of Supergirl, than I guess that what I'll have to do.

Now I know that a lot of you people might not like Crystal Millar but that's okay, you don't have to like her. You don't have to buy her merch or watch her movies, not that many of you do anyway, but you do have to respect Crystal Millar. You have to respect a woman who makes a lot of money, gets to appear on late night talk shows, gets her own movie studio, gets to compete with the best locker-room full of Bombshells on the roster, but still manages to find a reason to be a complete bitch.

[Mercedes lowers her eyes, shaking her head. She blinks a few times before taking a deep breath, seeing her breath in the cold air.]

Mercedes: Now I know that you are all aware that Crystal is the Naomi Campbell of SCW, but there's a reason why despite how many movie deals she gets and despite how popular she's become lately, I'm one of the most successful Bombshells in SCW, not her. There's a reason why I'm still the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion and that she never even came close to even scratching my reign. There's a reason why a woman who calls herself “The Silver Screen Queen” continue to have zero awards to show for it. Do you see any Grammy, Emmy, or Oscars in her trophy case? Your championship trophy case has cobwebs too. But that's going to change soon because you're walking out World Bombshell Champion! Well, that's one more thing you're dead wrong about, Crystal.

[She slowly shakes her head from side to side.]

Mercedes:  You may be the future of the division, but I'm the present. Because I have this.

[Mercedes bring her world title into the shot, raising it in front of the camera.]

Mercedes: I have what you want, what you've been dreaming about for five long, frustrating, years.

[Mercedes snaps her fingers after each word before placing her title over her shoulder.]

Mercedes: And I will fight until my last breath to prevent you from walking out World Bombshell Champion because while you may be the number one contender, while you and Despayre survived fifteen other teams in a grueling six-week tournament to earn this golden opportunity, you don't deserve to be champion.

[The calm demeanor is gone, replace now with a sharp edge in her voice.]

Mercedes: Whether you come out as the Rose Girl, whether you come out as the Rose Goddess, whether you come out as the A-Lister, whether you come out as the Hollywood Starlet, whether you come out as the Reflection of Perfection or whether you come out as the Silver Screen Queen, it doesn't matter to me. Because I'm walking out World Bombshell Champion, whether you like it or not.

That I haven't beaten you in an SCW ring is a fact you're going to let that hang over my head. But that was then and this is now. And right now? In this moment? In the present? You won't be facing me in a singles match. The co-main event at Into the Void is a triple threat, not to mention, but I'll mention, that your hubbie is banned from ringside, and that is on you. You have only yourself to blame and no whining and bitching is going to change that.  You want to stomp your feet, throw a fit, about people getting title shots ahead of you, but no one took your spot at Into the Void. Don't you know that good things come to those who wait? Look at me. I've had to wait two years to finally become World Bombshell Champion, and while I hate to admit it, I have you to thank for that and making my place in history. Now that I think about it, I want you to have your place in history too – as only the second Bombshell after Brandi Shotz to lose in their championship match after winning the Blast From the Past Tournament.  Hey, one good turn deserves another, right?

[Mercedes smirks.]

Mercedes: It's like I said, good things come to those who wait. And Crystal, I can't wait for you to get everything that's coming to you at Into the Void. You’re going to get the spotlight, you'll get your closeup, you'll get the cameras rolling, you'll get Samantha Marlowe. You'll get everything you ever asked for.

[Mercedes drops to a whisper.]

Mercedes: Everything, except the World Bombshell Championship.

[Mercedes drops to a whisper.]

Mercedes: You're on fire right now, you've got the momentum, and you may be the odds-on-favorite. But let me tell you something: while you may have the ball – you're still in MY court. So don't just stand there, make a move. I dare you to try and get past me and make the winning shot, because you only get one shot at this. And when you come at the Queen...

[Mercedes places her tiara on her head.]

Mercedes: You best not miss.

[Sam Marlowe]

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Soft twangy Japanese music hangs on the soft air filled with the scent of cherry blossoms.  In the small house in the middle of the garden, two women in kimono sit silent as the elder reaches into a small brazier and lays out the charcoal and sets it alight.  The younger woman, her red hair pulled into a soft braided bun that sits low on her neck, watches intently, her bottom lip sucked lightly between her teeth as she studies the movement of the older ladies hands.

“Kasai, you so serious,” jokes the older woman as she reaches across the tatami and pats Sam Marlowe’s hands that are resting on her knees which startles Sam out of her concentration.  She offers Mrs Takehashi a smile before leaning back with a sigh.

“I can’t help it,” offers Sam who lightly rolls her neck.  “It’s just how I learn, and I want to learn this.  I can’t believe that I am actually learning something so famous.  Nobody is ever going to believe it.”  

Nodding sagely, Mrs Takehashi sets a small pot of water over the brazier to begin it heating.  In front of both women is a small table with two sets of the utensils used for a tea ceremony.  Sam watches, her fingers itching to examine everything.  She leans forward to get a closer look at the chasen but is scolded by her hostess.

“You no come close to table, you be patient,” scolds Mrs. Takehashi and she waves her fingers in the air right under Sam’s nose.  “You have much time to look when you are given tea to drink,” she adds in a softer motherly voice.  “Maybe this impatience causes you problems in wrestling and life?”

Sam ducks her head sheepishly as she sits back on her heels.  Mrs Takehashi hands her a small paper wrapped sweet that she has pulled from the breast pocket of her kimono.  Sam takes it with a short bow and then unwraps it slowly.  Looking back at her hostess, Sam holds up the sweet and with a silent toasting motion, brings it to her lips for a bite as she thinks of how to reply.

“I don’t know if it is impatience or just strong emotion that drives me but when I get in the ring I charge forward without thinking, especially if I am wildly emotional.  Take when I lost my title for instance, I lost it because I was angry that Crystal and her husband got involved. The pair of them cost me my title because they decided that I shouldn’t even be there in the first place,” she adds, her hands balling into fists on her lap.

Mrs. Takehashi can see emotion beginning to creep across the face of Sam Marlowe and reaches up to pat her cheek.  “This no place for anger Kasai, this is place of peace and tranquility.  Now we learn the way of tea.  Then you can go be angry in gym later.”

Bowing again to the elder, Sam offers a small grin before taking a slow breath.  She nods and then calms as she motions to Mrs. Takehashi.  “I am ready when you are,” says Sam.

Mrs Takehashi smiles, her nose wrinkling slightly which brings an even bigger smile to Sam’s lips.  The elder Japanese lady checks on the water then turns once more to Sam.  “Now we prepare for tea ceremony.  First we clean tools…in silence.”

Taking up the small square of linen, Mrs Takehashi sets it to one side, looking up to see if Sam was mirroring her motions.  Surprised at the cough from the lady, Sam quickly picks up the cloth and begins to mimic the motions of the older woman.  Sam adds many swipes of the cloth on the bowl and not enough on the other tools.

Once they are finished, Mrs. Takehashi smiles at Sam in praise of her efforts.  Sam smiles back as she sits back on her heels to watch more but her hostess holds up a hand.  “There is reason I teach you like I teach Vixen,” she says softly.  “Vixen was disciplined but not graceful.  As soldier, she move ahead like warrior, nothing stop her.”  Mrs Takehashi takes a moment to scan the heating of the water then once more addresses Sam.  “You Kasai, you are unfinished.  You use many movements that are not needed.  In way of tea, no unnecessary movements are used.  Only the necessary moves are done as gracefully as possible.  So we do it again Kasai.”

Sam looks at her in disbelief for a moment.  Mrs Takehashi has her head bowed slightly but is still able to look up at Sam and offer her a tiny wink.  “Again Kasai!” is all she says before directing Sam to pick up the cloth.  “Slow now, only use movement you need,” directs Mrs Takehashi as Sam slows her movements, barely rushing at all.  Once she wipes the last utensil and sets it down, she looks up at a nodding Takehashi who smiles.  “Now you are ready for next step,” the elderly woman says as she straightens her tools and then picks up the tea caddy and opens it gracefully.

Sam watches in awe as the woman takes the tea scoop that looks old and important and scoops three scoops of a pale green powder into the tea bowl.  Reaching gracefully to the ladle resting on the pot of water, she dips it into the water and ladles some into the tea bowl.  Pulling her kimono sleeve back slightly, she pours the last of the hot water into the matcha then picking up the whisk, she stirs the mixture together causing it to foam slightly.  When it has reached the right consistency, she gracefully pulls the chasen out of the tea and hands the bowl to Sam who begins to bring it to her lips.

“No no Kasai,” she says as she puts one hand on the wrist of Sam.  Taking back the bowl, she shows Sam how to properly admire the bowl then turn it to sip at the rim then rotate it again before putting it on the mat again.  Once again, Mrs Takehashi hands the bowl to Sam who looks at the elderly lady and then turns the bowl in her palm and brings it to her lips to sip slowly then turns it back again and sets it carefully on the mat in front of her hostess with a smile and bow.

“You have learned quickly Samantha,” she says as she begins the ritual of cleaning the utensils.  “Now the question is if you learn what else I have tried to teach?”

Sam’s nose crinkles slightly as she thinks about what else she might have been taught.  Lowering her head, her bottom lip is sucked slightly into her teeth when suddenly she brightens and looks up at Mrs. Takehashi.  “You were trying to teach me patience weren’t you?” Sam asks.

Mrs Takehashi nods sagely but holds up one finger as well.  “Patience yes but also to not waste movements when they are not necessary.  Everything will fall in place if you not waste it.  Like match coming up, you must remember to make no unnecessary movements and you will be able to win match like perfect way of the tea.”

Sam can’t help but giggle at the comparison, her hand moving to cover her laugh like a kabuki actress.  Mrs Takehashi sees this and laughs herself as the Japanese music continues to twang in the background.  The pair begin to clean up the tea area as they talk in low voices as the scene fades out.      

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Sam Marlowe is sitting in a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants and crop top as she has her laptop open on her lap when the familiar sounds of the TMZ music hits…

TMZ Live:

The news room of TMZ is full of people who are talking about celebrities as suddenly the boss comes in and stands behind his desk.

“So what do we have people?” he asks as he looks around the room.  

One young man holds up a hand full of papers.  “We have this story about Crystal Millar, the Silver Screen queen,” he calls out as he waves the papers.  “Seems she had a near death experience in Baltimore and ended up in the hospital.  Seems she was messing around on her husband.  A source at the hospital said that she was caught in the bathroom with a dog.  The source said her husband was there while Crystal Millar was on a breathing machine.”

“Breathing machine for what?”

“Report says that she’s highly allergic to dogs as well as the source saying that her husband was talking about how she is phobic to dogs too.  But the best news is that seems she was found at a hotel where she had gone for a booty call with a man named…Matt Stone.  My source was saying that her husband has up and left her and now Crystal Millar is a broken woman with nothing but a wrestling career and no husband, no man at all and is going to be looking for some kind of sympathy…Seems Crystal is more of a free agent than we know about.  Talk is she is hounddogging it around everywhere.  Even partner and friend’s husbands aren’t off limits either… ”

Sam Marlowe looks up from the screen and shakes her head.  Looking around, she thinks for a moment and then opening her webcam, she begins to speak.

“Crystal, let me be the first to wish you get well soon.  I mean look at your life right now and the fact that you have screwed it up royally…pardon the pun by the way.  I know I really shouldn’t be listening to the gossip channel. But honestly, this is TMZ and they are usually on the ball with news like this,” says Sam as she reaches up and pulls her hair over one shoulder.  “It is sad really how our lives tend to be open to the public, well some of us more open than others.  And from what they are reporting, you almost died.”

Sam looks sad for a moment then sighing looks again at the camera.  Faintly in the background, the low rumble of talking is heard.

“I know that this week coming up you have your shot at the Bombshell title and believe me you are probably going to make some kind of miraculous recovery so you can make the attempt to win your first Bombshell championship here in SCW.  Tell me Crystal, how can someone who was on a breathing machine and almost dead really think that she is going to be able to survive in the ring with two people that are ready and able to kick her ask just for all she has done these past few weeks,” offers a thoughtful Sam who smiles to herself for the moment.  

“I guess we are just going to have to see how much of a supergirl you are,” says Sam as she taps her nose slowly as she thinks.  “Afterall, coming back from the brink of death one week to fight in a championship match the next…either you are supergirl or you are fighting to make everyone think that you deserve to have the title because you don’t have anything else anymore.”

A look of sympathy crosses Sam’s face as if she was actually someone that cared about her fellow bombshell.  “I suppose that I feel sorry for you Crystal.  How could I not?  After all, you are laying there in the hospital on a respirator fighting for your life and losing your husband because you love another man.  If you ask me your life is one big soap opera…you know the one, As The Stomach Turns.”

Sam can’t help but laugh at that, her hand covering her mouth for a moment before she fights back the laughter into a coughing fit that she fakes.  Getting control of herself, Sam takes a cleansing breath and begins to speak again.

“I am ready for this match Crystal,” she says with an intense look.  “Because I know what is going to happen in this match. I know that I have to prepare for your little tricks in the ring when you don’t have the ability to win.  You take shortcuts, you use any means necessary and you have any and every one you can interfere for you.  And now, you have a built in excuse when you lose because you can’t breathe due to your allergies.”  Sam stops when she realizes how mean that sounds and holds up her hand.  “I apologize for that Crystal.  You are going through such a hard time right now that you need all the support you can get.  And since everyone is supporting you through this sad sad time, I shouldn’t be sitting here smug and breathing normally and making your excuses for you.  After all, we both know that you will be back on your feet and winning the title because you are Crystal Millar and you are the Silver Screen Queen.”

Sarcasm drips from Sam’s comments think and heavy before Sam rolls her eyes and once more brushes her hair back.  On the screen, Sam spies a photo of Crystal who is smiling for the camera with her husband beside her.  The image of the two is graphically split in a broken heart which only makes Sam put a hand over her heart and sigh.

“My heart goes out to you Crystal.  It really does because not only have you lost your man, and your husband, at Into the Void, you are going to lose your match too.  And as much as you seem to think you are the end all and be all of the Bombshells, let me let you in on a little secret,” whispers Sam as she leans closer to the screen.  “You may bounce back like a superhuman but I know your kryptonite…you need the spotlight on you because without it you are nothing but a bombshell like all the other bombshells in SCW.  You are just like us and at the supercard that is just what is going to be proven in the ring when you don’t win the title.”

A soft ding is heard on the computer and a notification that an email was received gets Sam’s attention.  Stopping long enough to click the notification, Sam stops talking as she reads the email.  A brightening look comes over her face as her lips move while she reads.  When she finishes she smiles and claps her hands excitedly before addressing the camera.

“This is awesome news for me that I just received Crystal.  I just got my grade from my first major report for my class, solid A all the way,” Sam crows with pride.  Reaching for her phone, she quickly lets her fingers fly over the keys and tweets out the news.  Moments later, an answering buzz indicates a response.  Sam reads it and then looks at the camera with a wink.  “Well, as much as I want to stay here and talk more about this week and facing Crystal and Mercedes, I think that I am going to treat myself to some bubble tea and raindrops cakes to celebrate my A.  Later…”

Sam clicks off the camera and then shuts down the laptop to push it to the side before getting to her feet and padding towards the bedroom as the scene fades out.

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Scott Oliver can be seen walking along the street in Tokyo headed towards a tea house looking for something to snack on when he spies a familiar redhead sitting inside of the tea house and speaking with a man at a table.  The pair seems to be friendly and Sam laughs at something he says.  Scott Oliver watches through the window for a moment before he swipes at his eyes and squints to see who it was with Sam Marlowe.  The man turns slightly as Sam gets to her feet and sets some bills down on the table.  Patting the shoulder of the man, she slides past him and moves towards the door.  

“Oh my god, she’s going to think I am spying on her,” says Scott Oliver as he quickly plasters himself to the wall of  the shop next to the tea house.  Taking some quick breaths, he runs his hands through his hair as if to straighten it out then licks the tips of his index and pinky fingers to run them along his eyebrows.  He pushes away from the wall and turns to walk to the tea house and runs right over Sam Marlowe who is walking in the opposite direction.  

“Careful there,” says Sam before she realizes it is Scott Oliver.  She smiles as she straightens him up and brushes at his jacket.  The interviewer’s eyes widen and he smacks at her hands and pulls back from the redhead.

“I am so telling and you can’t stop me Sammi,” he says accusingly then looks around for something to get him to his destination.  “I am going to tell on you for being a cheater!”

Sam gets a confused look on her face.  “Cheater…what on earth are you talking about Scott?  This is me, Sam Marlowe..the one everyone says is a good girl?” she demands questioningly.

“Good cover,” scoffs Scott.  “I saw it with my own two eyes Cheaty cheater.”

“Okay Scott, I don’t have time for this.  Tell me what you saw and then the both of us will be on the same page,” she says as she links arms with Scott and begins to walk towards her apartment.  Scott follows along like an obedient puppy as she gives him a look.  “So, tell me how I was cheating.”

Scott looks all indignant as he points with his free hand back towards the tea house.  “I saw you there with a MAN that WASN’T Ben Jordan,” he states in a very loud stage whisper.  “Don’t you think that Ben would be very unhappy with you if he knew?”

Sam can’t help but roll her eyes as she hangs her head at the reveal of what Scott was talking about.  Once she can answer, she lifts her head and speaks softly.  “Scott, I don’t know why Ben would be angry with me.  It isn’t as if we are a couple.  Ben’s my friend and some would say my best friend other than Pussy Willow in SCW and…”

“And nothing Ms Marlowe,” interrupts Scott.  “He’s a boy…and he is your friend.  That makes him your boyfriend.  Logic wins and you were in there with another man so I am telling!”

Sam stops herself and then turns to Scott Oliver.  She smiles at him and begins to speak.  “You’re my friend aren’t you Scott?” she asks innocently.

“I would say so,” offers Scott who is wondering where this line of questioning might be going.

“And you are a boy too right?” she continues only to have Oliver nod his head positively.  Sam takes a slow breath and then hits him with the piece de resistance.  “Would that make you my boyfriend Scott?”

“Noooo…I don’t want Ben to kick my ass!” Scott exclaims as he looks around expecting Ben to appear out of nowhere.  

“Don’t worry Scott, Ben has nothing to be jealous about,” Sam says as she motions for them to start walking again.  Scott walks beside her but keeps his distance.  “Ben and I are friends and I am sure that Ben doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend.  Besides, he can trust me that if there were anything between us, I wouldn’t be doing anything like what you think I was doing back there at the tea house.  I was being friendly with Johnny because he was helping me celebrate my grade.  So it was all innocent and just being friendly is all.  Now before your head explodes, I am going to let you in on a little secret.”

Scott looks at Sam suspiciously before nodding.  The red head smiles as she leans closer and whispers something in Scott’s ear before pulling back and with a slight wave begins to walk away from Scott then turns and heads towards the direction of her apartment leaving Scott with his mouth hanging open and a surprised look on his face.  He races after her and catches up to her.  “Sam, does he know about that?”

“Scott, no body but you know about that,” she says with a smile.  “So I don’t want you to tell anyone ok?”

Scott crosses his finger over his heart and smirks.  “Your secret is safe with me,” he vows.  “So what are you going to do now?”

Sam looks over at her apartment then back at Scott.  “I guess I am heading back to my apartment to get ready for tomorrow and the luncheon that Christian arranged for the bombshells.  Wish I could stay and chat more but you know…” offers Sam with a shrug and a nod towards the direction of her apartment.  Scott Oliver can only nod in agreement as Sam moves off and heads towards the building.  

Scott watches her go, before turning and beginning to walk back towards the tea house.  “What a nice girl,” he muses as he reaches the door and pulls it open to disappear inside, all thoughts of the last few minutes lost in the search for munchies.

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Sam Marlowe appears in a video on the SCW website as she shakes out her long curls.  Dressed in ring gear with a hoodie covering it, she looks relaxed and calm as she addresses the camera.

“I know what you are thinking, what could Sam Marlowe be wanting to talk about here on the SCW Website.  Well I am here to address a subject near and dear to my heart and that is the Bombshell title match at Into the Void five,” says Sam with a twinkle in her eye.  “As a matter of fact, I want to address the champion herself.”

The look in Sam’s eyes shows intensity but also respect.  “Mercedes, people have talked about how they didn’t think that you deserved the shot at the title that I wore up until three weeks ago when you stepped into the ring with me and beat me with the Black Rose Overdrive.  I had respect for you and still do have a lot of respect for you.  I have seen you dominate this division and once you won the title I could see why you got the shot.  But you also have to remember what happened before you won my title.”  

Taking one hand, Sam pushes her curls back and over her shoulder to push the hoodie off.  She looks down at her shoulder as if expecting to see the belt there.  Her hand rests where the belt should be.

“Mercedes, I know you didn’t know what Crystal had planned but you took advantage of it.  Do you remember you were tapping to the Sammiwrap when Jonathon Millar distracted the referee so he couldn’t see the tap.  But Mercedes, when you tapped, you technically lost.  That is why your title reign has an asterisk to it.  The only reason you have the title is a distraction that took my focus from you for the fraction of a second it took to deal with Crystal Millar.  But like a smart opponent, you took that advantage then took my title.  So kudos to you, you did well and congratulations on being the champion.”

Sam’s hands move into view as she applauds for Vargas.  “I am woman enough to admit Mercedes that the better woman or rather the more focused woman won that night,” offers Sam.  “But that was then and this is now and coming up is the supercard Into the Void.”  Sam’s smile widens.  “Do you know what is going to happen in that ring?  Do you know just what could happen in that ring?  Do you have any inkling of just what you might be in for at the supercard?  Neither do I but I do know this.  There are gonna be three women who will be fighting tooth and nail to wear that belt that currently sits around your waist.”

Sam leans back in the chair she is sitting in and laces her fingers over her waist as if resting on the title belt there.  “You want to know what the scariest part of that match is going to be?  You don’t have to be the one pinned to lose the title.  Let me repeat that last part…You don’t have to be the one pinned,” says Sam with emphasis.  “I could pin you, I could pin Crystal and win the title.  Crystal could pin me and trust me as I sit here I can almost hear her saying that is exactly what she is going to do.”  Sam’s eyes roll at her own comment.  “I just want you to realize just what it is that the triple threat entails.  I will tell you now that I ain’t going to take things easy and I am sure as hell not going to be making it easy for either of you to pin these shoulders to the mat,” Sam adds as she looks at both shoulders as she speaks.  

Looking to one side for a moment as she thinks, Sam brings a bottle of water to her lips then turns back to the camera.  “I know I keep talking about it but really, I want you to know that I am intent on taking back what is mine and if that means pinning you or pinning Crystal that is what I am fixin’ to do in the ring at Into the Void five.”

Kicking her legs up, Sam turns slightly in the chair to let her legs rest over the arm of it and then turns to the camera.  “Mercedes, you have my respect.  Hell, if it wasn’t for Crystal and her dirty tricks, I would be looking forward to facing you and letting us actually see which of us should be wearing the title.  And in this match on Sunday, we are going to find that out one way or another.  But don’t think that I am discounting the wild card that is Crystal Millar considering she did win the Blast from the Past to get this shot.  And I know you probably both thought that I wouldn’t be involved in the match, that I would let Crystal have her one on one at the supercard but there was a little bit of a devil in me that pushed me into asking for my rematch for the supercard and trust me, that little devil is going to make things hot for both you and Crystal come the supercard.”

A devilish grin breaks over Sam’s face before she wipes it away with one hand to get serious for her next comment.  “As much as I am the good girl and I got respect for what you and Crystal can do in the ring, I have one final warning for you Mercedes.  Come hell or high water, my sights are set on one thing and one thing only.  My motivation is resting on your waist or shoulder, wherever it is you carry the Bombshell title.  That belt is in my future and that future will begin at Into the Void.  I am coming for the belt Mercedes and it won’t matter who I have to beat for it, I will be beating someone to become a two time Bombshell Champion.”

Sam again brings her feet around to rest on the floor as she leans into the camera, her hands curling around the arms of the chair.  “I want you to keep that title nice and shiny for me because I am coming to collect it at Into the Void,” states Sam with a look of determination on her face.  “And I am not going to stop until it is put in my hands.  That ain’t a threat that is a promise!”

With that said, Sam pushes against the chair arms to stand and move out of the cameras view.  Only seconds later the circle with the triangle to indicate play appears showing the video as finished.  

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Sam Marlowe looks down at the small silvery watch on her wrist.  Mickey indicates it is only moments before the luncheon scheduled with the legends of Japanese women’s wrestling that Christian Underwood had prepared for his Bombshells.  

Brushing her hands down the skirt of blue linen she is wearing to remove non existant wrinkles, Sam makes her way towards the door of the room where the event is taking place.  Pushing it open, she walks inside as a sense of awe fills her as she takes in the women who were gathered in the room speaking through interpreters with the Bombshells of SCW.

“There’s the Jumping Bomb Angels,” she says to herself, her voice beginning to fill with the fangirling squeak of excitement.  “And there is Akira Hokuto and Manami Toyota…and oh my goodness…Bull Nakano!”

As Sam stands there in fangirl awe, she feels a nudge against her shoulder as Pussy Willow joins her.  “So, what do you think Sammi?” she asks her friend.

Sam Marlowe turns a glowing smile to her friend Pussy.  “What do I think…god I don’t know what to think.  I am like a kid in a candy store with all the legends here.  I admit that I only know some of them from the videos I have been studying but it is still exciting.  Do you see the talent here for All Japan and Gaea and the retired women who were in the WWF and WCW.  That woman over there, Akira Hokuto beat Medusa to win the WCW women’s title at one of their pay per views.  I was like 3 years old when that happened but Daddy had taped the show so I watched it when I was older,” says Sam with a grin as the pair of them walked further into the room.  

“Pussy, I can’t believe I am here,” adds Sam.  “Pinch me because I must be dreaming…OW!”

Sam grabs at her arm where Pussy had pinched her.  “You told me to,” says Pussy with an apologetic look.  “You aren’t dreaming Sam, you are here and you are able to stand tall as a contender with the best of these legends.”

“I know that Pussy but look at what these women have accomplished.  Most of them are hard hitting and stiff fighters.  Hell if you wanted to pick who it was that the Bombshells of SCW should emulate, it is these women.  They fight in matches that even some men wouldn’t,” states the redhead who is watched by Bull Nakano, her face unreadable as her eyes follow Sam.  Beside Bull, a small Japanese lady is heard to jabber at the big woman who smiles at the translation.

Sam and Pussy move deeper into the room and work their way towards Akira Hokuto and wait patiently as she speaks with others before talking to Sam for a few moments.  Sam reaches into the purse at her side and brings out a small book that has her initials on the front.  Pussy sees it and then reaches for it to hold it up more easily readable.

“Wow, this has your name on it,” Pussy teases.  Sam chuckles and mutters ‘initals’.  Pussy stops and looks at the book then at Sam.  “Your initials spell out Sam?  Now that is something you need to provide details for.”

Sam moves closer to Akira as she takes back the book.  “My middle name starts with an A ok?  So my name and my initials are the same thing…SAM.”

“And what is your middle name?” ask Pussy with her interviewer look on her face.  Sam remains silent as she moves again, this time only one woman away from meeting her idol.  “Come on Sam, what is your middle name?”  

Sam turns to Pussy with a glare.  Pussy prods her friend more as the line begins to move again.  “I’ll let you know another time Pussy, right now this is more important to me.”  As she says, the  line moves again and Sam is able to stand in front of Akira and smile as she begins to talk to her about her career.  Pussy waits patiently as Sam gets her autograph and then moves off.  She is about to speak once again when Sam stops her.

“Pussy, right now I am not ready to discuss me.  Look around us, all these legends and the fact that in less than five days I am going to be getting in the ring here in Japan where these women are famous and rightly so.  I get to do the same thing that these women have done and that is competing in the ring and winning a title.  And that is what I am going to do Pussy; I am going to wrestle this match at Into the Void like these ladies have done in the past,” confirms Sam as she moves further into the room.  “I am going to bring the fight to Crystal and Mercedes and I have been studying the styles of these women so I think that I will be able to add some of their style to my style of wrestling.”

Pussy looks at Sam and then the legends and back at Sam who is walking towards the big Bull Nakano.  Rushing to catch up to her friend, she joins Sam just as the redhead begins to talk to the larger woman.  Sam’s smile widens as she starts to ask questions of Bull Nakano about her past as the scene fades out on a gong being struck and the instructions for the women to be seated for the meal.  

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Sam Marlowe can be seen standing outside of the event venue with a camera as she looks over the city.  Her image is grainy as she films herself.

“The ultimate selfie,” she jokes at the camera’s lens.  “And what am I using it for you might ask?  Well the short answer is that I am using this for my final words before I step into the ring at the supercard to face Crystal Millar and Mercedes for the title that each of us wants.”

She stops for a moment to think and bite her lip.  “The question I guess is which of us wants it the most?  Is it Mercedes who has to prove that her win wasn’t because she had the win handed to her by the interference of Crystal Millar when I had her tapping.  Is it Crystal Millar who thinks that she is the more deserving because she has become the “face” of the bombshells by becoming the bitch queen position that Mikah had given up in her boredom slash not caring for SCW mood she had because she lost the title to me.  And that is something that I want you to remember Crystal, even though Mikah was the Queen bitch, she was still beaten and by yours truly so…”

Sam lets that comment hang in the air for a moment as she gathers her thoughts.  A soft breeze ruffles her curls as Sam directs one more look into the camera.

“These are my final words and I want Mercedes and Crystal to be listening loud and clear.  I am coming for the belt ladies.  Nothing and no one will be able to stop me from bringing the fight to the both of you and I am going to be gunning hard for getting my title belt back.  And if that means I have to pin Crystal or submit Mercedes, that is just what I am going to do to win it back,” vows Sam.  “It isn’t going to be the desire to be champion, it is going to come down to who wants it more and standing here, with god as my witness, no one wants that title more than I do,” she adds with conviction.

“So ladies, good luck on Sunday, you are going to need it!”

Sam’s face full of determination is the last thing seen before the image goes to snow then black.

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 Off Camera
Detroit Michigan

After a bad episode from her allergic reactions and a stay in the hospital.Crystal knew she couldn’t go back to Jonathan as they both had some issues that they had to work on. Issues mostly being on her being a trustworthy wife. Crystal didn’t want to go back home to Los Angeles as she thought it was best to give her husband some space so she decided to go back to her birthplace of Detroit Michigan and that’s when we find Crystal Millar being dropped off in front of a small home. From the looks of the house this is by far not a place you would expect an egomaniac like Crystal to associate with but the reality this was Crystal’s childhood.

The black latina beauty slowly made her way to the front door and she didn’t bother knocking as she shoved the key inside the door and opened it. Once inside Crystal was confronted with the memory of her childhood home. A house where she was the youngest of five and she was raised by an independent strong black mother. A woman who did all she could to provide all she could for her children. The reality of everything is that Crystal never felt at home though as she was left on her aunt’s doorstep by her crackhead alcoholic mother the very moment she was born. She was dumped by her own mother to be her aunt’s problem, and Crystal was adopted by her aunt. She was different from her siblings because she was mixed.

The differences were only made more evident as she started to grow up and the other kids started to notice to the point where she got tormented in school every single day by people calling her a half breed among everything else. She would find comfort in a teenager and the two of them had some fun and had a child because of it. Not something you would expect out of the SILVER SCREEN QUEEN but those are stories for another day. Crystal walked into the house where she saw her mother, Cookie vacuuming the floor. As soon as she saw Crystal walk through the door she turned it off and ran over to Crystal, wrapping her arms around her for a tight hug. “Christina?”

Crystal stood there as the older woman squeezed the life out of her. Crystal couldn’t help but let some tears run down her cheek as she felt vulnerable and that hug was all that she had longed for. “Hey mom…”

Crystal placed her head into her mother’s shoulder as more tears started to roll down her cheek. Cookie backed away as she glared into Crystal’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” Is all she could say as Crystal folded her arms together.

“It’s me and Jonathan… We are having some problems…”

“What kind of problems? What’s going on? It’s not like you to just come here of all places… “ Cookie said out of concern as Crystal sighed back. “I just don’t want to be alone… Yeah I can go check myself in hotel. I can hang around my Hollywood friends but I just want to be around someone that loves me…”

Crystal shrugged her shoulders.. “Honestly this is all my fault… I wasn’t faithful and my stupidity led me to getting my heart broken by another man. One who I thought was starting to get close to me…”

“So let me get this straight… you have a husband and yet you wanted more? Christina you know better than that… you can’t always have everything you want… after 28 years I thought you would learn that by now…” Cookie says sternly as Crystal can’t even bring herself to look back at her. “But you don’t understand if you saw how Matt looked you would be throwing yourself at him too!”  The moment Crystal said that is the moment that her mother slapped her as hard as she could against the face. Crystal yelped as Cookie started to lay into her.

“No! You still shouldn’t be throwing yourself at anybody. You are better than that. After all you are a Hilton… you need to let these guys chase after you, it shouldn’t be the other way around. I don’t know what is wrong with the generation of today but it was the women that played hard to get not the other way around…”

“It’s more than just that mom… I thought he was into me… I shared my heart with him and just when I thought he was going to accept me. That’s when he humiliated me. He locked me in a bathroom with a dog and well…” Crystal started to cry some more as Cookie was taken back.

“That could have killed you! What kind of sick man would do that to somebody… You know what happens if you get too close to dogs. I remember bringing you to the hospital many of times because of your allergic episodes… I really am ashamed of you Christina because I raised you better than this…” Cookie just ripped into Crystal as the younger woman took a step back.

“You don’t understand though. He could have killed me. I blacked out and when I woke up Jonathan was right there at my bedside in the hospital…”

“Yes I would hope he would be after all he’s your husband, and he loves his wife. Why wouldn’t he be there…”

“I don’t know but despite me almost dying. Despite ME of all people being laid up in the hospital that’s when he tells me he doesn’t know if he can go through any of this anymore, and that I have some things to think about… How could he do that to me?!”  Crystal cries out in return as Cookie sighs in return.

“Why couldn’t you be like your brother Mike apply yourself to something and fulfill your dreams by playing in the NFL and once he was done went on to have a successful wrestling career.”

“DON’T YOU DARE talk about Mike… He sold out… How could he just go and play for the fucking Bears?!” Crystal snarls in return as Cookie continues to speak.

“Or how about your sister Cherrie… She graduated top of her class in high school and college. She went on to become a successful doctor and now she’s a ring doctor for a big wrestling company not to mention she herself has won multiple championships and carrying you to like 5 tag team championships…”

“Don’t talk about Cherrie… I don’t give a fuck about that stuck up bitch…”

“How about Ester, how about Steve…. Why is it that my youngest had to be the hardest of them all? But I understand… You take after my sister Mary. You are definitely her spitting image…”

“Don’t you dare compare me to that crackwhore who couldn’t even take care of her own daughter…” Crystal crosses her arms as Cookie shakes her head in disgust.

“And you think you are the world’s best mother?! Maybe you should have finished high school instead of dropping out because you would learn something so simple such as logic. Christina your priorities and the way you view the world is all messed up. Jonathan left because he doesn’t trust you. He put his all into being a faithful husband from what I’ve seen on tv. Despite the way I don’t like how you act or the methods you use to wrestle. He’s always right there by your side. Right there to come to your aid because he loves you. He doesn’t ask for much… He only wants you to do the same for him but for some reason you can’t… Why is that?!”

Cookie says with concern as Crystal just shrugs her shoulders in return. “I honestly don’t know…”

“Well it’s something that you need to figure out because what you are doing is wrong. I remember how excited you were when you first met Jonathan...How you wanted to be with him and how he is the one but the moment you get married to him you thrown him aside for this Matt guy… But I also remember you being married to Todd and having an affair with Steve. Also weren’t you married to Todd also when you decided to have an affair with Jonathan in the first place? The problem is you. You get exactly what you want and as soon as you have it you just lose interest in it… No different from Mary…”:

“STOP SAYING THAT!”

“No it’s true and then when stuff hits the fan… Just like it did when you got pregnant in high school. Just it is right now. You always want to run away from the problem instead of dealing with it hands on, and Christina the thing is you can’t always run away. The moment you do is the moment you are going to make the same mistake over and over again. You need to nip this shit in the bud so you don’t do it again…”

“So what do you suggest I do mom?” She says in a befuddled sense.

“Well for starters I wouldn’t let Matt get away with what he did to you?”

“Yeah but he coulda killed me… It’s like you said before…”

“But you are also talking to someone who’s man decided to walk out when it came time to raising kids and I know as a strong female I can do bad all by myself. I don’t need a man to control my life. That’s how you should feel too Christina. You are a Hilton… You might be a Millar through marriage but even Mary wouldn’t allow anybody to wrong her like you did. You need to get back at this Matt and show him that you have pride. That you aren’t the woman that went begging to be with him. You aren’t desperate Christina so stop acting like it…”

Crystal’s eyes open wide up. “So what do you suggest I do?”

“I don’t know but that’s for you to figure out. Come on you are a big girl. You are the actress. You have the Hollywood studio aren’t you paying people to write movies and what not for you… Have one of them craft this great idea of you getting back. It could be like a movie plot or something, and instead of going in there vulnerable you can portray yourself as the angry woman who is there for payback…”

“Yeah but I don’t know how well I would do considering it’s my real life we are talking about.”

“Exactly! And that should give you more passion to really make it authentic to you. If it was me, and being the bitch that I know I could be. I would record the whole thing and release it as a big tv movie or so what if you can’t get waivers signed. Release it as some big youtube movie… I guarantee you would definitely get a lot of views and every time he thinks of breaking your heart again you can threaten to show the footage to the public. Blackmailing at it’s finest…”

Crystal’s eyes light up as she hugs her mother passionately. “Mom you are ummm what’s the word…”

“Genius Christina… It’s genius…”

“Yes that thing! You are a genius… “

Cookie smiles. “Yes I am… Take care of yourself Christina and please try to visit more. Next time bring Brittany over, it’s been awhile since I saw my granddaughter, and when all of this is done can you please do me a big favor?”

“Sure what’s that?”

“Go get a GED… Please for the love of humanity promise me that you would work on bettering yourself…”

“Sure thing… I’ll get right on it…”

Christina hugs her mother as she makes her way out of the home as Cookie stands in the door watching her from afar. It was time for Crystal to put on the biggest acting performance of her lifetime and as the saying goes, payback is indeed a bitch.















On Camera
Present Day
Toyko, Japan

The scene comes into focus and as it does we are able to see Crystal Millar wearing a Kimono. Crystal smiles as she flicks her hair and she is sitting down in her hotel room as the cameras are able to catch the Tokyo skyline in the back of her.

Crystal: KONNICHIWA!!!!!!!!!! Yes that’s how they greet people over here in Japan… Anyway it is just a few short days away from Into The Void V and now it’s time to put up or shut up. Now I am walking into the biggest match in my SCW career. I am going to be completely blunt with all of you. Do I like the fact that I have to compete in a triple threat match for the SCW World Bombshell Championship?! No, it completely sucks because this match that I have this weekend should have been an one on one match. It should have been myself taking on Sam Marlowe… And that’s that but this company sure has a real way of trying to dick somebody over. First they give Vargas a bullshit title match and for what? Why did Vargas get a shot at the championship anyway?

Crystal says as she shrugs her shoulders in return.

Crystal: Seriously what did she do this year to even bring herself into the equation? She lost her Internet Championship and the only thing she has going for her is the fact she won a battle royal LAST YEAR… A match to call herself a Queen and with it came a shot at any title but along the way she somehow gets an Internet Championship match and goes on to lose it! She hasn’t really been doing that well in the fucking ring. After all she lost to me this year but somehow or another she gets to jump ahead of me and get a shot at the World Championship. What kind of ridiculous bullshit is that?! But I get it… Let’s just completely dick over Millar. Let’s just make her wait. As a matter of fact let’s just make this tournament that’s supposed to be a big deal and completely make it look like total shit as other people get shots first. Doesn’t that sound idiotic? I know it does to me. But it’s okay we will just give undeserving people title shots. No that should have never been the case at all. Like why?!  But here’s the biggest messed up thing about the situation. I go on losing one singles match this entire year. A match everyone had me as the underdog in… Okay cool… I lost it’s whatever… But the moment I lose everyone doesn’t think I am main event material. Tommy Knocks is running his mouth like he doesn’t think I am good enough.Everyone is laughing it up and are enjoying the fact that someone they all hated in Mikah…

Crystal nods her head in agreement.

Crystal: That’s right… Someone they all hated just won and now they are clapping their hands together like it’s the end all be all. Yet after beating me, that useless talentless hack can’t buy a win. I go on to completely steal the show on every single show. I remain as the center of attention and now Tommy is trying to claim like it doesn’t matter if it’s a triple threat or if I faced either Sam or Vargas at Into The Void V the result would have been the same with me taking the title. No… Don’t try to get on the bandwagon when you were telling me to eat crow like a month ago. That’s not how any of this works. I am pissed that everyone seems to get a shot before I even get one. I am the rightful number one contender to the title and I am the one getting dicked over. Let’s just hypothetically craft this scenario. Where by some mere fluke I get pinned in this match. Not saying that it will happen but hypothetically I do… You are telling me that the woman who has been busting her ass since the start of this year will be placed on the fucking backburner as the Sam and Mercedes story continues on. After all it could be an endless amount of rematch clauses used back and forth and I am simply the third wheel in all of this?

Crystal growls as she stares deeply into the camera.

Crystal: Fuck...That...Noise… This is about me! This is my story! Spoiler alert I feel like Tidus from Final Fantasy 10. I have been busting my ass from the start telling you this is my story. It’s been about me just to find out it wasn’t about me to begin with. That I am merely not real. Just a dream in all of this and that doesn’t sit that well with me. How the fuck could the biggest star on the division be on the backburner? How could any of these twats in this match be ahead of me at all? Especially Vargas? Now you want to hear logic… Check this out… Jessie Salco loses to my pal Kate Steele at the end of an elimination match so Kate becomes the Roulette Championship which is like the lowest tiered belt in this company right? So upon losing that match Jessie Salco immediately gets thrown into a shot at a higher belt against Vargas. Vargas loses and she gets a Bombshell World title match… Where is the common sense in any of that… If I am Kate Steele I would be pissed because someone she beat just got a random shot at something else, and Salco should be upset that Vargas got a World title match in the first place.

But on top of that fact I HAVE TO WATCH EVERYONE get the shot at the top title before I do!!! IT’S SO ANNOYING!!! But it’s whatever it doesn’t matter. Marlowe loses the belt and as soon as that happens. Christian Underwood laughs it up telling me that Sam Marlowe is going to use her rematch clause… What...The...Fuck?! Are you kidding me right now?! So now here we go with this triple threat match… So strike 1 for having these other contenders get matches before me… Strike 2 for making it a triple threat match… Strike 3 for having Jonathan banned from ringside… This company just wants to screw me over but I am so over it.

Crystal smiles as she keeps her composure and continues to speak.

Crystal: I won’t get mad because this week I actually got to spend some time in Tokyo. I got to visit some of the famous landmarks. I was going to meet and greets, and in the midst of all of this Crystal hate. My stars and starlettes were shining brighter that they told me not to worry about any of it. On top of that things haven’t been right at home. Between not being allowed at ringside to some other personal things in my life. Jonathan and I have been going through some problems so it’s hard to concentrate knowing the one person you love more than anything in this world won’t be there at your side to watch you wrestle. He won’t be there because management said he wasn’t allowed. It’s like the company has something against me. I was going to say some things… Truthfully I wasn’t going to bite my tongue but that’s when I was told not too…

Crystal nods her head as she thinks about it.

Crystal: This week I got to have lunch with some of the greatest female Japanese wrestlers of all time and they are actually quite happy with me. They told me that I am talented. To keep my head up and when the going gets tough don’t complain. Just do the thing that management doesn’t expect me to do and that’s win. Because at the end of the day. It’s all about how I react to everything by my actions in the ring, and the way I see it. I am a woman with a vendetta. A woman that has everything to prove, and I can’t shy away from that because times are tough. And these women of Japan wouldn’t cry a river. No they would step the fuck up and still put on the match of their lives so there’s no reason why I can’t do that either. What’s to stop me from doing?

Crystal scoffs as she shakes her head in disgust.

Crystal: What the likes of Mercedes Vargas and Sam Marlowe?! Please… Don’t make me laugh… First and foremost you have Sam Marlowe. Sam Marlowe you know you shouldn’t be in this match right? Well let me correct that… You should be here but not because you used a rematch clause to get into this position… Oh no… You should have been the defending champion walking into this match but the fact is you aren’t. You took your eyes off of the prize… You focused on me and in the end that became your own undoing. You asked me the question if I was proud with myself and truth be told… Yes I am proud because I exposed you as being a weak champion. Sure you might have gotten that one win over Mikah and a retention over Melanie but that doesn’t mean you are going to get one up over me because simply you aren’t better than me.

Crystal turns her nose up as she looks at the camera.

Crystal: You want to know why I did what I did because I don’t respect you. It’s not like you went out there and earned your championship match in the first place. You were merely given it… Mikah chose you to defend her title against after winning some battle royal and you somehow overcame her and walked away with the title because of it. I can’t respect somebody who didn’t earn that place and that mainly includes you. Wasn’t at My Bloody Valentine when you were at the bottom of the barrell? When you were supposed to be wrestling for the Roulette Championship and poof you just get handed a shot that wasn’t deserved… That’s so ridiculous and I know I have been in this company for a while. I may be the bitch everybody hates but I also earn my keep. I earn what I get and you can’t say anything to that point. Hell Vargas can’t either because the only reason she’s champ is because she got handed some random ass title shot.

Crystal waves her finger.

Crystal: But yet here I am a woman who actually won a tournament. A woman who actually busted her ass who HAS been busting her ass for the entire year and I get put on the backburner for them? That’s just silly. Sam you aren’t somebody that I respect. It’s not my fault you took your eyes off of your ball and you couldn’t do what was necessary to walk away with the title. Yet in your eyes I was more important than the match going on in the ring and the moment you took your eyes off of Vargas was the moment that you got put in your place. Sure that top rope dive onto me did hurt like a bitch but I bet the pain I felt from that doesn’t compare to the hurt of a title lost. I know that’s something that is going to cut you deep for months to come. And it just doesn’t stop there…

Crystal stands up as she continues to pour her heart out some more.

Crystal: And in the go home Climax Control show for Into The Void. You could have shown everyone that you were better than me. You could have shown the entire world that you had what it took to defeat me in the ring, but guess what Sam. You simply didn’t… In fact in your big put up or shut up match. I guess I shut you up. A Flashing Lights kick to your face and you were done. I pinned you in the middle of the ring 1...2….3…. So seeing as you just got beaten by both me and Vargas can you even consider a credible challenger for the belt? Let alone I doubt you were even a credible champion. So there’s that for you but now that we got Marlowe out of the what what about Vargas? And with Vargas we go all the way back to January 17th of this year… We all should remember it… A Climax Control in Nevada, and it was on that night where it was myself taking on Mercedes one on one. It was a match in which… OMG Jonathan was ejected from ringside and it was me alone in the ring with Mercedes Vargas. She got beat… Her ass got pinned to the mat for the three count.

Crystal begins to shrug her shoulders.

Crystal: I really don’t understand it… People act like I can’t do anything on my own but yet I have. It’s all documented right there in the past. I not only beat Vargas but then a few weeks later she goes on to lose to Celeste and shortly after that she gets placed in an Internet Championship match against Alexis Edwards for the title while I don’t even get a chance to compete on that supercard. We serious? And of course Vargas wins the title and I get nothing… Vargas loves to finger wave. She loves to shout what she believes is fact but the only real fact that anybody needs to know is that she got beat by me this year. Whenever the two of us have been in an SCW ring together she has gotten beat, and she has never beaten me here. She can claim all she wants. How she visits everywhere I go. Other wrestling companies that I may get invited too just to get a closer look at me. But when it comes to competing inside of an SCW ring she has never beaten me and she never will.

But on the contrary when it comes to both of my opponents for this match. I have already beaten them both this year so it’s already out in the open that when push comes to shove I know how to get the job done against them. As a matter of fact NEITHER of them have been able to beaten me and I can rub that fact in because it’s true. I am motivated, I am determined, and I am destined to walk away with that SCW World Bombshell Championship. It’s been four long fucking years since I have actually EARNED a World Championship on my own. I am talking about actually fighting my heart out climbing through the ranks to get what I want. It’s also been four years since a poll was out that had me listed as the best women’s wrestler in the entire world.

It’s a lot to take in knowing that I have fell from grace in these last four years, and I have to listen to people asking whatever happened to that Crystal Hilton of old. Whatever happened to that woman who was on top of the wrestling world. I don’t want to get by just on reputation and namesake. I actually want to earn that title with my own bare hands because after I do then the real fun begins. That’s when this company gets the champion that they deserve. A champion who will make the title credible. Who will show up to show after show giving you all a reason to take it away from me. Or as some horrible dipshit I know would say… Shut me up! If I could build up this much of a reputation in SCW not holding the title could you imagine what I could while holding it? The thoughts are endless. That’s when the Merchandise will start moving off of the shelves. Silver Screen Queens stories TOLD with the GOLD. The Mass Media Militia holding two titles in this company. Merchandise upon merchandise and it doesn’t stop there.

I am talking about going global telling everybody on this entire planet that I am the champion and begging wannabe women who aren’t even on the roster to sign up to SCW so they can get their ass beat too. I am ready to put this division on the map. I am ready to get what belongs to me and despite not being handed shots like my two opponents in this match. Despite just being there. I am going to do the one thing that nobody wants me to do but everyone knows that I am going to do and that’s win. Walking out with that World Bombshell Championship over my shoulder.

And that’s when the real fun begins. So let us march into a new era that isn’t plagued by a fake queen in Mercedes who is only here because she was tapping like a little bitch but my distraction kept her in the fight. Let us not be plagued by a former champion that just wasn’t really respected. But let us go forward into the era of the SILVER SCREEN QUEEN!!!!!!!!! It’s only a matter of time before I get what belongs to me. My queendom awaits.

With that Crystal continues to bow as she keeps smiling into the camera and we fade out on that image.













Off Camera

Baltimore, Maryland
Matt Stone’s Hotel


After visiting her closest loved ones in Detroit, and having a serious talk with her husband in the hospital. Crystal refused to let it go. She wasn’t going to let Fiona and Matt Stone get the best of her. Especially after the way that they left her for dead during a practical joke that was taken too far. Hell hath no fury like a Crystal Hilton who was pissed beyond anything that could be fathom. Crystal had arranged to get back at Fiona and Matt in a way that they couldn’t even see coming. She had arranged for one of the actors from her movie studio to help her with this plan. She had planned to use Matt and Fiona’s favorite things against them.

So Crystal was going to use some of her best acting in order to turn the tables on the both of them. Crystal’s actor was dressed up like a delivery man as he wore an outfit that was very similar to something a Fedex driver wood wear. Crystal handed him a Baltimore Ravens umbrella smiling as she looked into his eyes. “Ok listen up… All I need for you is to knock on the door and to hand that chick this as a gift. Everything else will take care of itself.

“If you say so Miss Hilton... “ The man says as he takes a hold of the umbrella but Crystal crosses her arms. “You mean Mrs. Millar… I love my husband and I love my name. Don’t you forget that. Now do what I pay you to do…” With that Crystal posted herself behind the door as her actor held the umbrella staring at it. “And don’t you dare open that umbrella up. That right is served for the bitch behind the door…”

The actor nodded his head again as he stood passionately behind the door. Without hesitation he started to knock gently on the door. It wasn’t long before the redhead opened the door. She gazed at the man in front of him along with the item in his hand. “Excuse me… Miss Fiona O’Dalaigh… I have a delivery for you from a Matthew Stone… Please sign h….” She didn’t even bother to sign as she took the umbrella in her hand smiling as her eyes lit up. “Ohhh gimme!”

She yelled. She looked at the umbrella smiling as she held it tightly. “Baltimore Ravens? I guess he wants me to carry this wherever I go… He wants me to be attached to him. Don’t worry Matt… I will be forever yours.” She opened the umbrella as she twirled it around and the moment she did itching powder begins to fall from it. Fiona drops it frantically as she begins to scratch herself and that’s when Crystal makes her way into the room. She grabs Fiona by the head and throws her right into the wall knocking her out.

“Heh… That was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be… Now to go with step two of my plan…”

An hour goes by and as it does Crystal is dressed up in a French Maid outfit, and she is putting Baltimore Raven posters all over the wall. She has a special drink set up in the kitchen with a mickey in it just for Matt Stone. Crystal places a special poster of Ray Lewis on the wall as she hears the door to the room opening up. She quickly stands in front of the door as she awaits in anticipation for Matt to arrive. She’s not waiting long as Matt Stone makes his way into his own apartment, stopping on the first step when he sees what’s been done to the room. Looking from the posters to the special cloth over the table to where Crystal is standing, Matt raises an eyebrow to her, wondering why she’s there and why she’s dressed in, admittedly, his favourite outfit.

“Hello…” He slowly says, taking a few more steps into the room to look around even more.

Crystal gets down on her knees as if she is bowing down before Matt. She looks over at him offering a sigh as she stares at him from head to toe. “Hello Matt… Did you you enjoy whatever it is that you were doing?!” She slowly stands up as she looks at him. “Anyway I redecorated your entire apartment. I have posters of your favorite players all over the wall and I made you a very special drink in the kitchen… I just want everything to be perfect for you Matt…” She says with a smile as she actually walks over to him embracing him into a tight passionate hug.

“Uh huh….” He says, patting her on the head like she was some sort of dog, which was ironic given their last interaction. “Well it looks...good.” He offered, peering around above her head. “I have to ask though...why are you doing this? You know I’m not interested, right?” He asked, trying to pull back from her embrace.

“I know but I come to the realization you are superior to me in every single way…” Crystal sighs in return. “I was foolish to even think that a guy like you would ever go for someone as worthless as me. On top of that you destroyed me in that video game which was another stupid move on my part. For even thinking I could challenge the greatness of you…” She continues to hug him tighter than before.  “So I wanted to honor our bet. After all I was the loser, you were the winner, and it’s only fair I serve everything out… I rather not end up in the hospital again…”

“Well if that’s what you want to do...wait, hospital?” He asks, looking down at her. “When were you in the hospital? You’re not sick, are you?” He asks, noticing how incredibly close to him she was now.

Crystal shakes her head as she starts to cry. Not really sure if she’s acting at this point or being sincere. “Well when you pulled that whole thing with the dog… You both put me in the hospital. It’s not the fact that I have Cynophobia… It’s the fact that I am severely allergic to them. My throat closed up when I breathed in all of that dog dander, and if they didn’t get me out of this room as soon as they did… I could have died…” Crystal begins to cry some more as the tears roll down her cheek hitting the ground below.

“Oh shit” was all that Matt could say to that, he actually didn’t know that she was allergic to it, she thought she was just afraid like a little baby. “Well for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about that, I didn’t know about that...if I did, trust me, I never would have brought something in here you were allergic too…” Granted, that was probably more for his own safety than hers, but there was no need to tell her that. “The room looks good.” he said again, hoping to get the subject on something more positive and stop her crying.

“Thank you I really did try my best and there’s a lot more where that came from. You can say that I am putting the more back in Baltimore…” She giggles as she leads him towards the kitchen. “I even have a special treat for you. A big bowl of M&Ms it doesn’t get better than that does it? And even though I know you don’t have any feelings for me. I do have these nice form fitting Baltimore Ravens yoga pants I plan to change into before the real fun begins but anything to make you happy…” She finds herself on the verge of a sneeze but she quickly backs away. “Sorry it felt like there was still some of the dander in the air and I didn’t want to make you upset, after all of the hard work i put into this…”

“Well we wouldn’t want that.” Matt says backing away from her, just in case. “How about you go wash up just to be safe and I’ll wait for you here, enjoying my snack.”

“I’ll change into those Yoga Pants you love so much… “ She smiles as she begins to head towards the bathroom. As she sways her hips from side to side as she walks right past him making sure to give Matt a good view on the way. “Eat up and I hope you enjoy every single bit of it…”

She would have easily saw him staring at her hips as she walked by, he’s not very subtle about it. “Oh, I think I will.” He says with a smirk, watching her the whole time until she’s out of view to the bathroom. He picks up the drink and downs it in one swig, feeling hot suddenly watching Crystal. He check his phone to see if Fiona texted him, which she hadn’t. Weird that she wasn’t here, but she was a busy woman so he didn’t think much of it. Crystal however goes into the bathroom and a few moments goes by until she exits it clad in a t shirt that reads “Mrs. Millar Proud 2 B A Bitch…” She is wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans as she walks right over to where Matt is standing. “So how are you feeling? You feel a bit powerless yet?”

She grins evilly as she pushes herself against him. Matt’s eyes are already a bit glassy, wobbling back and forth when she pushes up against him. “Those aren’t Ravens pants..” He manages to slur out as he grabs the counter where the M&Ms were resting. “Still looks...good…” He tries to finish the sentence as he puts his hand on her backside for a squeeze, but he just collapses on the ground in front of her.

“And now the really fun can begins…” She said with a grin as she reaches for her phone and begins to dial some numbers before placing the phone up to her hair. “Time for phase 3 of my plan… So come in here and help me out…” She hangs the phone up.

A few moments later. Crystal paced around as some of her actors stormed into the room. They opened the closet to find a tied up Fiona. They lifted her up as they placed her onto a chair, and they start tying her up to a chair. Crystal walks over to Fiona as she viciously pulls the tape off of her mouth as she grinned evilly. “You crazy bitch you aren’t going to get away with this!”

“Actually Fiona… I think I already did and you are in no position to say anything…” Crystal slaps her hard against the face. Again, and again, and again. A wide smile escapes Crystal’s lips. “So exhilarating wouldn’t you say the same, but don’t worry. Matty will be joining you…” She snaps her fingers as her hired actors who are more like goons pick up the unconscious Matt and tie him up to a chair and face him in front of her. Crystal walks over to Matt as she slaps him hard to wake him up as she turns around sticking her butt right in his face. “Wakey, wakey Matt. You know you can’t resist seeing this in front of you right… Come on wake the FUCK UP!!”

Stone starts coming to, slowly opening his eyes from the effects of the drug wearing off to see Crystal’s rear end in his face, Stone trying to lunge for her but is restrained too well from her goons’ ability to ties knots. “You psycho bitch, what did you do?” He shouts, trying to get free before noticing that Fiona was also restrained. “I swear if you hurt her, I will end you.”

“Awwww you really do like her don’t you? It’s kinda amusing someone who has a problem with commitment. A problem with girls actually loving him or a tough guy like you afraid of someone sneezing near him. To think you would actually break up with a girl if they sneezed… That’s right Fiona… That’s the secret of your boyfriend…” She smiles as she walks over towards Fiona as she reaches to the side of her pulling out a vase of roses. Crystal smiled taking a sniff of them as Fiona begins to get frightened. “My calling card… I always love roses. They look so beautiful when they blossom just like when a plan of mine comes into fruition…Care for a whiff Matt?”

Fiona screams as she tries her best to break free but it’s useless. “KEEP THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!” Matt looks from Fiona to Crystal, raising his eyebrows at the entire situation. “That’s your plan? You tie us up and you’re going to make me smell flowers? As far as plans go, that doesn’t make a lick of fucking sense, I knew your were crazy Hilton, but this is even whackier than I thought you could be.” Matt tries to wriggle free from the restraints, but it’s no use, so he’s stuck here.

Fiona looks back at Matt as she sighs but Crystal just giggles in return. “On the contrary Matt have you ever pondered why Fiona over here only ever wants umbrellas for a gift? Why she never wants anything else as let’s say flowers… It’s because she’s allergic to them you idiot and I think the real fun happens now because when I put this in front of her… That’s when you break her heart Matt…”

The look on Fiona’s face made sense now and Matt was immediately terrified, trying to squirm even more out of the bindings that were around his arms and legs, but it wasn’t any use. “No, don’t do this.” Whether he was pleading with Crystal or Fiona, it wasn’t sure, either one of them would make sense in this situation.

Crystal shook her head in disgust. “Don’t do this?! But it was okay for you to humiliate me?! It was okay for you to put me on my death bed. For me to have problems with my husband to the point that we are going through a separation but now the tables have turned. All you had to do was to choose me but you couldn’t do that. You had to choose Fiona and you had to destroy my confidence and my reputation in the process. Payback is a bitch and it’s time to eat shit…”

Crystal grins as she grabs the vase walking over to Fiona before she stops. “Of course… I might have a change of heart Matt…” She says with an evil grin. Matt noded to his head to that suggestion, liking anything at this point rather than Crystal getting any closer to Fiona. “Do it, I’ll do anything, just back away from Fiona…” He turns to the red head. “Hold on babe, just hold on…”

“So you ready to admit that I am the greatest looking woman on the face on the planet. That my ass rivals no one, and that you are extremely sorry for what you put me through? Go on I want to hear you beg for forgiveness… Beg damn it!”

“Yes, yes, of course!” He says as he tries to get free again, being the stubborn Canadian that he is. “I’ll say anything, just stay away from her Crystal…”

Crystal shakes her head. “You hear that Fiona… You see how much he cares for me?!” Fiona doesn’t know what to say as she tries to break free and Crystal continues to rub it in. “And how much better do I look than her Matt? Tell her exactly what you are going to do to her when she starts sneezing uncontrollably all over you! No need to hide secrets now right?”

Matt sighs, realizing that there’s no other way out of this than to just give Crystal what she wants. The validation that she’s been seeking from him for months now. “Oh Crystal, you’re the very definition of beauty and next to you, Fiona is just a plain looking woman who, if she does what you say she’ll do, will get kicked to the curb faster than a no good child on their eighteenth birthday.” He’s still looking over at Fiona, almost pleading with her with his eyes.

Crystal smiles widely “Awwwwww I am so happy you think of me in that way but the funny thing is… I am not interested…” She slaps him as hard as she can. “After all I am a happily married woman and although Jonathan and I may have had a bit of a bumpy ride as of lately… He’s still my husband, and everything to me! You are so pitiful… Throwing Fiona here under the bus…” Crystal walks over to her. “He doesn’t love you dear… He’s just using you for your body, but no worries I plan to destroy this relationship and it will be the best for the both of you…”

With that Crystal shoves the flowers right in front of Fiona’s face. Fiona weakly cries out. “I am so sorry…” With that she fights it at first but then she can’t help but breathe it in. Her nose begins to bother her as Crystal stands behind Fiona and pushes her as far into Matt as she can and Fiona can’t help herself as she sneezes again and again right onto Matt. Stone is trying to get out of the way but of course he can’t as Fiona’s going off on him like a sprinkler, Matt looking completely disgusted as he can’t really do anything but sit there and take it. He tries to at least knock the flowers away from Fiona’s nose with his knee, but he can’t reach it, leaving Crystal to cackle behind them with laughter. Fiona on the other hand sneezes again and again with Crystal laughing some more.

“I think I will leave you two love birds to your sneezing, and remember the first rule in the book of Crystal Millar… Don’t ever fuck with Crystal Millar… Fuck you both and have a wonderful day…” Crystal starts to walk away from the two of them, but stops when she hears Matt scream out. “You’re a coward Hilton, a fucking Hilton!” Crystal slowly turns around to face her accuser, a sly grin on her face as she starts to calmly walk back over to the two of them. With the snap of her fingers, her actor friends pull Fiona back from Matt, thankfully for the Canadian and pull her chair all the way back to the other side of the room. Crystal waves her hand towards the door, signaling that she’s done with the redhead and the two men untie Fiona and take her out of the room, Fiona too weak from being exposed to the flowers to really fight back at this point, leaving Crystal and Matt alone.

“You thought you were such hot shit...Playing with my emotions. Putting me in the fucking hospital, but today this was about payback, and I would say it hurt like a bitch,” Crystal grins evilly. “You have nobody to blame for this but yourself because you decided I wasn’t good enough. You decided to take things too far and this is what you get in return. If you ever fuck with me… Let it be known I will strike back and much harder in a way that you can’t even fathom… I make myself clear? Or should I get a bunch of actresses in here just to sneeze all over you… As a matter of fact…” Crystal smiles as she pulls out her cell phone and begins to dial a few numbers as she places it to her ear.

Matt struggles in vain to get out of the chair, but Crystal doesn’t even flinch, knowing that he’s restrained perfectly well. “I’m going to get out of this chair sometime Christina and when I do, there won’t be a kingdom large enough to hide you. You think you’ve won here? What have you won, exactly” Matt looks down at himself, then back up at the SSQ. “All you’ve managed to win here is my attention, and trust me babe, you don’t want that.”

Crystal snickers. “Actually at this point… I did what I had to do… I got nothing to lose at this point. Everything went exactly how it was supposed to go, and I am standing up here…” Crystal moves her hand up. “And you are simply down here… I can’t help it if the little people don’t measure up to me, and your biggest mistake was thinking I wouldn’t strike back…”

“My biggest mistake?” Matt scoffed, being extremely pissed off at this point. My biggest mistake was thinking that you could do anything on your own. I never should helped your career, I never should have given you advice, hell, I shouldn’t have given you the time of day! You needed goons to set this whole thing up and even now, you’re on the phone looking for backup because you can’t get the job done on your own! That’ll always be your problem and my biggest mistake? It was not realizing that sooner.”

Crystal hangs up the phone as she calmly places it into her pocket as she walks up to him and begins to repeatedly slap Matt again and again. “Dont…” Slap! “You…” Slap! “Disrespect me!” Slap! “I am the SILVER SCREEN QUEEN… I don’t need any help. You got used as simple as that just like everybody else that gets involved in my life. You had the chance to be more than just a friend but you didn’t want that. You rather settle for sloppy seconds and that’s why we are here right now…” Crystal uses her foot to push Matt over. “GET UP!!! GET UP MATT STONE!” Crystal yells at him as she looks down at him.

But of course Matt can’t move. She proceeds to lay on top of him as she looks into his eyes. “I bet you really like this don’t you… Isn’t this what you wanted.. That big Hilton tush right on top of you… Too bad I belong to Jonathan and you are never getting me…”

Stone spat some blood out to the side on the floor. Whether he had bit his tongue from the slaps or chipped a tooth on the crash to the ground, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t really in a position to check right now. “Everyone gets used, alright. Even your stupid, pathetic husband.” He says looking right back up at her defiantly.

“And I care because of why exactly?! At the end of the day Matthew… I am a Hilton first and foremost and everyone answers to my every call. Is it wrong being a user? Well maybe it is but I don’t give a damn… As long as everything revolves around me that’s all I care about at the end of the day. I am proud to be this Bitch because people like you made me into the way that I am. People that always ridiculed me in high school. Told me I wasn’t pretty enough. That I wasn’t smart enough. Every fucking body who sold me short and now it’s time to make sure you all get to eat shit because I know how great I am as a person. I know how amazing I turned out to be and now people like you can cry because you simply can’t have me… What started off as a game is more me playing for keeps and I refuse to lose at anything. Not even to you…”

Crystal can’t help but grin again. “ And now look at you. A total wreck in your own hotel room. A total bitch. My bitch and there isn’t a thing you can do about it. I humiliated you in front of your new girlfriend and you couldn’t even protect her. Don’t you feel so weak? Who cares about you shutting up… Who is going to shut me up because it certainly isn’t going to be you!”

While Crystal is talking, Matt’s mind is racing, trying to think of a way out of this, Crystal couldn’t be this smart, right? She had to have made a mistake somewhere, but he was finding it difficult to concentrate with the woman laying on top of him. He tried to wriggle free, her added weight was at least helping him get a hand free from the restraints, but there wasn’t much that he could do with a hand. He had to think of something though. “Fiona is twice the woman that you are, she’ll shut you up before you can even open your damn mouth Crystal!”

“Is she really better than me?” Crystal smiles as she takes Matt’s free hand and moves it towards her butt making him feel it. “I am better than Fiona in every way. I look better than her… I smell better than her… As a matter of fact…”

Crystal smiles as she makes Matt feel her butt and back there in her pocket is a small bottle. Crystal takes it out, showing it to Matt. It’s a bottle of cologne, one that she is allergic too. “I even sneeze better than Fiona…” She chuckles as she slowly opens the bottle and takes a long sniff.

Matt tries to knock the thing out of her hand but he can’t reach that far, his eyes widening as he knows how Crystal reacts when she smells that stuff all too well. “No, please no, I’m sorry, put it away, Please! I’m begging you...””

“Too fucking late… GET R… Ahh fuck it you know what’s coming…” Crystal smiles as her nose starts twitching she draws it out for as long as she can. Teasing it over and over before she just sneezes right on top of him. She stands up as she looks down at him as she heads for the door quoting one of her favorite movies. “Game Over…” She says as she turns the light off and closes the door behind. Closing this chapter of Matt Stone right behind her.