“Well… I for once am speechless.”
The sound of the familiar voice over girl for Danielle Weston’s promotional videos hit the airways. A touch of sadness was evident in her tone.
“However, I do not get paid for silence. So, please bear with me as I try to pinpoint the exact moment that Dani decided to turn to the dark side or grow a spine as a few of you have kindly likened her new attitude. As if she didn’t already have a spine, I mean HOW ELSE would she walk, talk, and function. anyways... there is no time for logic, or reason, only time for speculation as to what finally tipped Dani over the edge and turned her into the mean-spirited young lady she has become.”
A quick sigh left her voice over girls lips, she clearly didn’t approve of the new attitude of Dani.
“It could have been a number of things, I mean Dani said it herself. it was because the fans turned on her the moment she lost in the Bombshell Internet tournament, yet did they really or was it all in her little head? Was it the stress of the countless losses that she had racked up since returning? She preached about a golden return, only to have those hopes slayed at the hands of Andrea. Was it her lack of effort and attention to the task at hand that shifted the fans' affections? Was it bitterness and self-doubt that grew in her heart after losing and making a mockery out of her return, out of the GO gym, heck even her ties with London Underground. She was a loser. she was losing week in and week out. that’s enough to have even the greatest in this business slip, tumble and fall into a pit of misery.”
She clicked her tongue off her teeth before she continued.
“Yet, Danielle turning her back on the fans doesn’t seem like an overreaction, it doesn’t seem like something she just woke up and decided to activate... it feels cold, it feels calculated... It feels like a summer storm that has taken its time building and brewing, and yet when it finally makes impact it leaves a path of destruction in its wake.”
A dramatic pause was needed and the voice over girl knew exactly how to work the audience.
“Isn’t that not how it turned out? Has Danielle not got all of you on the edge of your seats, waiting to see what she is going to say or do next. All it took was two weeks, standing in front of the crowd with a live microphone in hand for the atmosphere in the Bombshell division, hell in the whole of Sin City Wrestling to shift. Week one she called out the fans for their betrayal and ended up calling out Mikah, Week two she put the show to a standstill by stopping the introductions. When was the last time anyone had ever dared to mess with Amanda’s opening act? When was the last time anyone dared to go against the grain to deliver a message? Danielle’s razor-like focus has been unmatched the past two weeks, her name on everyone’s lips as they speak about Climax Control... she had gone from a meek little good girl, to one of the most heartfelt but devastatingly brutally honest on the microphone even good enough to get J2H to recognise her.”
Another sigh left her lips.
“It’s an odd moment when real recognises real and it was in that moment that I knew that Danielle had been harbouring these feelings towards the fans for weeks, months, heck maybe even years… and now she was finally free. The constraints of trying to please the people would no longer hold her back, the desperate need to have the fans chant her name, wouldn’t even cross her mind... again. Danielle didn’t need their love to take her to the next limit, all she needed was herself. It was about damn time she realised that. It was about damn time she took the crown for herself, because waiting around for greatness to approach her was becoming boring, waiting around to be recognised was belittling. Instead of begging for people’s attention, she would take it with both hands, by force and make no apologies.”
There was a hint of a smile behind the voice over girls tone.
“Now, all she could focus on was what was to happen next, an opening round match with Jessie Salco at the Halloween edition of Climax Control… before moving on to facing Mikah at High Stakes in front of a sold-out New York crowd. That’s if Mikah was woman enough to accept Danielle’s challenge because so far, the chirping of crickets has done nothing to soothe the anger brewing inside of Danielle. If anything, it was fuelling it. Right now, her silence could only be described as weakness, Mikah had been offered the world on a silver platter and still she refused to acknowledge the perfect deal? Shocking…”
A brief pause, so the threat-filled offer could linger on the minds of the SCW audience and Mikah.
“Dani couldn’t afford to get ahead of herself, as she still has to come face to face with Jessie... who has bested her in the ring before but yet, something tells me that repeated fortune wouldn’t be up for grabs. It wouldn’t even be up for discussion... Dani has to win this weekend in Boston or all of this change, all of this growth would be for nothing and Mikah wouldn’t even dare to look in her direction and see her as the challenge she was marketing herself to be. There would be no room for error this week, there would be no room for a loss, there would be no returning from a slip up at the last hurdle before High Stakes. The weight of her own decisions weighed Danielle down this week, but unlike the weight of others... she would carry it, she would hold her own, and she would prove to the entire world that she didn’t need them, not now, not ever.”
A little chuckle left her lips.
“So, let us all pray for Jessie this week... because the lord knows she is going to need it.”
There was a devilish smirk hidden behind those words before the screen faded to nothing.
- - -
During Climax Control.
A deal with the devil.
We all know by now that Danielle had met with Mark Hot Stuff Ward last Sunday night in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We all know that Dani made sure that the cameras picked up on her leaving his office, we all saw her adjust her jumpsuit and fluff up her hair before she turned towards the camera to address Mikah. However what we don’t know is what happened in the meeting that took place between the two of them, until now.
The show was going off in Philadelphia, the fans were loving the in ring action that Sin City Wrestling delivered each and every week but there was one person who couldn’t wait to get the hell out of this dirty disgusting city. Danielle Weston had opened the show and set the mood for the night, the fans were triggered to be vocal from the get go and like putty in Danielle’s hands they had moulded into doing exactly as she wanted them to. Like the sheep they were. Dani had spent the rest of the night so far off television, but always kept an ear out to see if the familiar sound of Mikah’s theme song, the waiting game to have her challenge answered was killing her but Dani knew that Mikah would make her wait. It was part of her princess persona. So, what else could Dani do to pass the time?
It didn’t take her long to walk down one of the back hallways finding herself outside of Hot Stuff’s locker room door. With a lick of her lips, an adjustment of her long brown hair and a wild smirk on her face Dani reaches up, wrapping her knuckles before tapping them on the wooden door. There was a voice from inside that invited her in and without haste Dani made her way inside her bosses office.
Hot Stuff was behind his desk, paperwork sprawled across his desk, while a monitor played in front of him showing him this week's episode of Climax Control unfold. It’s true not every week the owners were stuck in the gorilla position, the show had been running for so long that there was enough trust in the production crew to get it right. Danielle made her way across the room, not waiting for a further invitation she took a seat across from Mark, who’s attention had been locked on her since entering his office.
“And what do I owe this pleasure?” His accent was quick to whip out a compliment.
Dani just smiled across at Mark, the devil in her eyes.
“I believe you wanted to see me a few weeks back, something about a new contract I had to sign?” Dani smirked, wildly.
Mark reached for his files that were in a pull out drawer under his desk, flicking through them before he slapped the Manila folder on top of his desk. Danielle maintained eye contact as he flicked through the pages before she turned the folder towards her, sliding it across his desk before pointing to the dotted line.
“I assume you’re happy with the terms and the rates?” Hot Stuff smirked.
Danielle looked over the page, reading the figures before she returned her piercing hazel eyes towards Mark.
“I am now.” Dani purred.
Why wouldn’t she be happy with that offer, after all she had fought for it to be increased.
“I’m sorry for the earlier mix up Ms Weston.” He smirked. “I didn’t realise the error until it was too late.” His voice trailed off.
“All is forgiven. I’ve learnt it’s best not to hold grudges.” She smiled.
Reaching across the desk, Dani’s right hand found Hot Stuff’s pen which she slowly and carefully picked up.
“May I?” Her voice a playful whisper.
Her eyes refused to leave Mark’s which in term was new and exciting, Dani had always been the shy girl the one to back away from people in power and yet here she was holding her own with one of the owners of Sin City Wrestling. Her confidence hadn’t gone unnoticed by Hot Stuff who smirked just as proudly. Mark just nodded as he watched Danielle take the pen and sign her name back on the dotted line for Sin City Wrestling.
“Congratulations are in order Ms Weston, welcome back to Sin City Wrestling… even if it is just for the next year.” Hot Stuff smiled.
Dani placed the pen down gently in the same spot she picked it up from, before she ran her lips together to moisten them.
“It could be longer if you play your cards right, but I’ve come to realise, to know my worth and for the next 12 months… this is what I’m worth and then some, next year's fee won’t be so forgiving on your purse strings.” Dani sighed.
“Do you intend on making me open my wallet further?” Mark questioned.
He couldn’t help but smile at Dani’s new found confidence. Dani just rocked forward in her chair with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
“Oh Mr Ward, I won’t give you any other option… 2022 will be my year, and by this time next year… you’ll be begging me to stay put. Your wallet will be forced to do the talking.” Dani said wickedly.
Mark couldn’t help but laugh, Dani didn’t wait to be dismissed, she just stood up in her place before she extended her hand out to Mark. Hot Stuff replied but getting to his feet and mirroring Dani’s actions. They sealed the deal of Dani’s new contract with a firm handshake. As Dani dropped her hand back to her side, she dragged her lower lip into her mouth holding back a question.
“Spit it out Ms Weston.” Hot Stuff smirked. “You’ve come too far to lose your cool at the last moment.” He huffed
Dani’s hazel eyes met with his once more before she spoke, knowing this was a tall ask but Dani would do anything to get what she wanted.
“Care to play a little part of my game?” Dani spoke, her voice song like.
Hot Stuff raised an eyebrow to her as if to say “go on”.
“Consider it fuel to the Mikah fire.” Dani said confidently.
Mark just nodded and sent Dani off with a small wave of his right hand, just as Dani got the door he called out to her.
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into? A loss to Mikah would be a blow so early to your new found confidence.” Hot Stuff warned.
Dani looked back at him over her shoulder with a disappointed look on her face.
“I have another doubter, it seems, what a shame it will be for you and the rest of the world… when I drag her lifeless body by her crimson stained hair across the canvas at High Stakes in her precious New York… then maybe just maybe, I’ll have your full undivided attention.” Dani bit back.
Hot Stuff just smirked towards her.
“Confidence is key at times Danielle, but it is also wise to be careful of what you wish for.” His voice was stern.
Dani just looked into her bosses eyes and smirked, a wild unfiltered smirk. As if the caged animal inside of her was dancing with joy.
“I’m tired of being careful…” Her voice ached with playfulness. “It’s time for me to do what I want when I want…”
That’s all she said before she winked at him, turning on her pinpoint heels she messed up her hair, staging herself for the big exit as she had arranged the cameras to be there waiting for her. After all she was trying to catch a Mikah, and to catch a Mikah.,. You’ve gotta go hunting in her usual waters. Mark just shook his head from side to side, he knew what Dani was playing at but he didn’t care, it wouldn’t be the first or the last time he would be used to gain advantage over certain situations. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she gave Hot Stuff a little smirk before she stepped out of the office straight into a live camera feed.
- - -
The cameras opened up inside a dim light black room, only a black chair sat in the middle of the darkness but soon enough a warm green glow illuminated the room. A female figure could be seen walking into the scene. Without wasting any time, she took a seat, before turning her attention towards the camera. It was Dani Weston, she was wearing a super tight-fitting jumpsuit that was black and glittery, her cleavage on display from a sheer v that ran down the neck of the suit. Her face was made up perfectly, covered in natural tones but her lips were blood red and on display. Fitting as they had been getting her a lot of attention lately. With a sheepish smile, Dani rubbed her lips together before she parted them to speak.
“Jessie... Jessie... Jessie... this has to be some fucking joke, right? The fact that I, Danielle Weston have to face Jessie Salco, in the OPENING match on Climax Control. Have I not been tormented enough since my return to Sin City Wrestling? A tag match with Bobbie, a random throw together match against Mercedes, being left off the card in my home state of Florida and now I have to entertain the masses with a match with Jessie Salco, in the opener?”
Sarcasm dropped from her tone, as he white teeth gritted together. Dani’s focus was fixated on the camera in front of her.”
“At what point of time are you going to realise that I am NOT your puppet, I am NOT your random additive to matches, to cards, to pulling the curtain at the start of the night. I AM your main event, I am the one who has all eyes on her right now and what you decide to do with that, is place me in the opener. you’ve lost your damn minds. Yet, people will say the opening match is just as important as the Main Event and I can promise you this week, those words will ring true… the bells will toll at the end of it, leaving you speechless at what I do to poor Ms Salco.”
There was a hint of playfulness in her tone, Dani was mocking Salco, even without going into too much detail.
“You wanted a Halloween special, then you better expect a little haunting.”
Her eyes connected with the lens of the camera once more, her piercing hazel stare unmatched with focus.
“And yet, you have pushed us into a normal singles match, nothing over the top, nothing to help bring the gore... but I promise you… the blood of Jessie Salco will be on your hands... the pain she will bellow out will be your doing, because I will not stop at anything to get my message across.”
Dani licked her lips, a pause was needed to drive her point home.
“I am to be feared. I am to be respected and if that means I need to reintroduce myself and re-educate you all... so be it.”
She couldn’t help but smile, before she brushed a long lock of her brown hair behind her right ear.
“I’ll rip her limb from limb, purely because I’m angry, purely because you have all decided to mock me... to oversee me, to miss me... well this Sunday night at Climax Control, I’ll give you no reason to do so ever again. I will put MYSELF on the map because I can.”
The smug smirk that had called her face home lately was loud and proud.
“The ties that used to restrain me, are now gone. The bounds to the fans, when I longed to be loved have long disappeared. There is nothing holding me back, there is nothing stopping me and moving forward you will all witness each and every bombshell in Sin City Wrestling stand before me, only to be pushed to the side as I make my way back to where I belong. I no longer have time for pleases and thank yous, I no longer have time for meet and greets. I only have time for what truly matters most to me... and that’s ME.”
Another pause for dramatics.
“So, Jessie, what makes you think that I will even entertain the idea of losing to you? What makes you think that I give two shits about you spruiking on Twitter that you will beat me? About how you’re glad I’ve grown a back bone. All because I found my voice. You think YOU have what it takes to silence me? YOU?”
Dani couldn’t help but laugh, she ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them.
“Ha-ha, you wish.”
Another round of mockery was fired Jessie’s way as Dani continued to speak.
“You’ll wish you were facing the old Dani, you’ll wish you were stepping into the ring with the shy meek intimidated mess that I once was, but I can guarantee you won’t be ready for me this Sunday night. Hell, you won’t even know where to begin. You see, I’ve got a score to settle with you, you have once pinned these shoulders to the canvas and claimed a one two three over me, but history is a subject matter I refuse to repeat. It's a memory I long to forget, so what better way to start my new path in Sin City Wrestling off by crushing you under the red soles of my Louboutin’s?”
A smirk, a smug smirk was all that was needed.
“Fitting really, that the unofficial gate keeper of Sin City Wrestling will be my first opponent since turning over a new leaf and how fitting that you will fall to your knees like you do time and time again when people make debuts here. I will get my revenge, I will get my redemption and I will be set off on the path that I deserve to build for myself. All the while your dreams of walking into High Stakes with a win under your belt will be shattered.”
Danielle faked a frown as if she felt sorry for Jessie, it was an act of course.
“You’ll be walking into the lion's den with a loss, how unfortunate.”
The sarcasm dripped from Dani’s tone, as if all care had been sucked out of her.
“Let me make this really clear to you Jessie, I don’t care for your little jabs on Twitter… I don’t care about your over confidence... because where has that ever led you? Honestly take a look at yourself, what have you ever done in Sin City Wrestling worth anything? All this time and for what? To be the butt of the jokes? To be the one everyone rails over on their way to greatness. You’re a mess... a blundering fool to think that anyone looks at you and sees you as anything more than a joke. The doormat of Sin City Wrestling, the welcome mat of the Bombshell division and trust me I’ll have no issues in wiping my feet clean on you... in fact, I’m looking forward to it.”
She tossed another long lock of her brown hair over her shoulder, as she spoke.
“You’re a staple on the roster, but don’t you wish for more? I guess you do but with limited knowledge and god-awful skills in the ring it would be hard for someone like you to even get a foot up off the ground. It’s okay, like all worn out and tired racehorses… Eventually they stop being led to water and they get led out to the pasture, where they spend the rest of their days being spoken about in past tense. Soon enough that will be your reality, soon enough that will be your new normal… and then soon enough everyone will forget your name and what you have done for Sin City Wrestling, which in hindsight… isn’t and wasn’t a fucking lot to begin with.”
Danielle couldn’t help but chuckle, her words bringing her joy as she finally got to unleash on people instead of pandering to them.
“I don’t plan on living that life, Jessie. I refuse to be forgotten and for so long I have been, for so long I’ve been overlooked but unlike you I have the ability to change the direction of my career and trust me... that’s exactly what I’m going to do. My name will be in bright lights, my name will be on everyone’s lips. I will have the world against me, but I’ll thrive. I’ll power through. I’ll dominate this roster, this division, I’ll conquer this world because I will become wrestling royalty.”
Her words spoke strong and true. Dani didn’t let her attention shift from the camera before her, she needed her words to drive home to all of those watching at home. After all, it was a warning.
“Climax Control is only the beginning for me, you my little creep, are just a warm up round... a micro flex for the world to see. And once I’m done with you, you’ll have no reason to ever cross my path again. So, I’ll see you Sunday Jessie... where I’ll right a wrong, I’ll correct a blemish on my record and show the world what the fuck I’m capable of, but not for their benefit, not even for yours. but purely for mine.”
With that said and done, Dani winked at the camera before the scene faded away to darkness. Leaving the world on notice, Dani was coming to shake up the Wrestling world, but not because of the fans, because she wanted to. She was on a mission to prove herself, not for cheers, but for the pure misery that would bring the Sin City Wrestling universe. From here on out she was going to do things her way, regardless of who that might have pissed off. She didn’t care, the weight of the world was off her shoulders and finally she felt free.
