Las Vegas, Nevada
Sometime in May 2025
Inside the spacious apartment Diamond shares with the two loves of her life, she was laying down on the couch staring up at the ceiling.
Not a lot of time passes, there is a knock on the door.
She sat up. Placing her feet on the floor she rose from the couch.
In no time at all she walked to the front door. As soon as the door opened Diamond was greeted by a red headed white woman in her mid forties who could pass for ten years younger than her actual age. Diamond reached her hand out to shake the woman’s hand.
“Glad you could make it, Tabs.”
Tabs, more accurately
Tabitha Silverstone, didn’t hesitate to shake Diamond’s hand. “I won’t take long,” the red head said matter of factly.
Diamond stepped to the side. Tabitha walked into the apartment. Diamond shut the door. She walks through the home with Tabitha following her to the kitchen. Pulling out the chair for Tabitha was the first thing Diamond did. Next, she took her seat at the head of the table.
“I’m ready to make some moves.” Diamond said, cutting to the chase. “The whole Exiles grand experiment didn’t pan out the way I envisioned. Let's be real, I carried that operation. I am the one who gave Morganna direction, without me she’ll cease to exist.”
“I am not interested in reliving prior experiences, Ms. Caldwell.” Tabitha shrugs. “My only desire is to ensure the further building of your legacy. Can we move on to the agenda at hand? Decide where you want to apply your trade next?”
Diamond’s gaze narrows on the very stoic Tabitha. “Yeah... Sin. City. Wrestling.”
Tabitha tilted her head to the side. “Hm. Interesting.”
Diamond raised her eyebrow. “Interesting? What do you mean interesting? You wanted to know my plans. Now you know. Get on the phone, make the calls, negotiate me the best deal possible. The Exiles may be dead. The mission is the same. Make money.”
“Do I need to state the obvious, Ms. Caldwell?” Tabitha leans forward. She locks eyes on a defiant Diamond. “Seleana and Crystal have histories deeply entrenched in the company. Furthermore, there is a higher probability of Crystal’s conduct becoming a distraction to your future goals. How is that good for your business, Ms. Caldwell? Sharing the same company as your life partners could prove to be more chaos than it is actually worth.”
Diamond rises from her chair. Looking down at Tabitha she barks. “Do I need to remind you of what your job is, Tabs?” she says defiantly.
Tabitha rises from her chair. Resting her hands on her hips she matches the glare she is receiving from Diamond. “From this point forward it is Ms. Silverstone. No more Tabs.”
“But--”
Diamond’s manager snaps her fingers. This interrupts her train of thought. “Ms. Silverstone or I walk out the door. Understood?”
“Fine...” Diamond sighs in resignation. “... Ms. Silverstone.”
“Better.” Tabitha smirks. “Anyway. My JOB is to lay out the pros and cons of every situation. It is also my JOB to remind you of our mission statement. Isn’t your desire to craft a legacy of your own devoid of any potential distractions.”
Diamond nods.
Tabitha continues. “This isn’t your prior employer where you and Crystal were mostly separated by a brand split. In Sin City Wrestling there is no such separation. Any consequential action Crystal and possibly Seleana makes, has the possibility to affect your business. Both have their fair share of enemies. Their enemies become yours. How do you expect to cement your name if you inherit both of their baggage?”
Tabitha recited this to Diamond as calmly as she possibly could given the delicateness of the subject matter.
“I know, I know. Is it wrong to want to spend more time with my girls?” she says as she folds her arms into her chest. Diamond returns to her seat.“All I ever wanted to do is live up to the faith Crystal and Selena have in me. I appreciate both of them believing that I am truly dat girl. What have I truly accomplished? There was the Genesis Championship reign, and the one in WWR. I am not a billion time World Champion like Crystal is. And no one respects me like they do Selenana. Tough not having the accomplishments to match my confidence. I wanted to stand out on my own, without the girls, just to say the brand of Diamond Caldwell is airtight...”
Diamond sighs. “To be perfectly honest with you, I’m exhausted. I wasn’t happy with my former employer. Valkyrie PRO has nothing for me. If I didn’t put all this damn pressure on myself I would be a lot happier. So screw it. If I have to inherit a few of my girl's enemies, so be it. Make it happen. Reach out to Sin City.”
Tabitha nods. “On it.”
“Just like that?” Diamond raises an eyebrow. “No further objections?”
Tabitha shakes her head. “I already shared my reservations. You want to follow your heart. All I can do now is get you the best deal possible.”
Diamond rises to her feet.
Both women shake hands.
Diamond walks Tabitha to the door.
She opens the door for her agent.
As soon as she does, Crystal, Seleana, Aurora and Elijah are standing outside with shopping bags in their hands.
Diamond bends down to address the kids. “Hey. Can you give me, Crystal and Selena a moment. Won’t take long. Promise.”
Aurora and Elijah give Diamond a hug before they depart to their rooms.
Tabitha nods to Crystal and Seleana. “I’ll take this as my cue to leave. I’ll handle the arrangements”
Diamond’s agent makes a swift exit.
“Don’t keep us waiting!” Crystal says with great anticipation.
“Guess whose showing up in Sin City Wrestling.”
“Dat Girl?” Seleana says with a smirk.
“Our girl.” Crystal reiterates.
“Damn straight.” Diamond chuckles.
All three women hug. Diamond didn’t care how the Sin City grind might interfere in their professional pursuits. All she cared about in that moment was she is excited to be with the two women she loves more than life itself.
PROMO TIME:
Stating The Obvious...
The scene opens inside an undisclosed gym. Inside the wrestling ring the newest SCW signing, Diamond Caldwell is sitting on a blue steel folding chair in the middle of the ring. With her legs crossed she wasted no time opening her mouth.
“Hm. Where do I begin?” Diamond smirks as she allows the question she asked to herself more than whoever is watching the video to linger for a little bit. After enough silence has passed, she continues.
“Stating the obvious, two weeks ago didn’t go my way. What you saw was me and Seleana teaming together for the very first time. For years I had it on my bucket list we’d team together.”
“There wasn’t an opportunity to check that goal off my bucket list. Up until a couple weeks ago I competed in other promotions. Sin City Wrestling is Seleana’s home. I watched from afar as she put on amazing performances that inspired the crowd. Life is too short, I couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. I needed to come to Sin City. I had to team with my girl. Crystal and I had our fun a couple years back in that multiversal tournament Splat hosted. How would Seleana and I fare?”
“Not sugar coating it, we shit the bed. We lost.”
Diamond looks down at the mat.
“More specifically I lost.”
Pulling her head back up, she points to herself. “I am the one who took the fall. I left us down. Not the ideal way to make a first impression.” She chuckles. “But Climax Control June 22nd, brand new day baby. Management has given us a huge opportunity as we stand toe to toe against one half of the double main event at Summer XXXTreme XIII.”
“Kayla...” her gaze narrows the moment Kayla’s name escapes her lips. “I am familiar with who you are. Hard not to be. You stated the obvious, spent more days in Sin City Wrestling as champion than without a championship. You beat Seleana a bunch of times. No denying those facts. Your resume can’t be questioned. Not gonna bother trying, champ. But here’s the thing. I am sooooo sick and tired of everyone and their mother’s mother dogging Seleana.”
Diamond scoffs. “When I look into her majestic eyes you know what I see? One of the best human beings to ever walk the earth, taking into account how I introduced myself into her life, the homegirl had every right to strike me down. Despite all that, Seleana has been a supporter of mine from day one.”
“I lost count of how many lines I have crossed in my career.”
“Committed heinous acts most people would shun me for. And they have.”
“I lost friends.”
“Alienated entire locker rooms.”
“Pissed off rabid fan bases.”
“Through it all do you know who was there to show me I might not be a complete scumbag... Seleana Zdunich.” A smile forms on Diamond’s face.
“She has been there for me through thick and thin so yeah, I will always feel some type of way when the world does not put respect on Seleana’s name. Her goodness. Her faith. Her grace. Worth a lot more than all the accolades on this planet. Her smile makes me grateful to wake up in the morning. All the faith she placed in me over the years is why it fucking sucked I didn't pull through in our tag match against those two bitches a couple weeks back.”
“Letting my Angel down annoys me. I refuse to make the same mistake.” Diamond wags her fingers.
“I’m woman enough to admit the odds aren’t in our favor. Anyone who knows me will tell you I don’t give a damn about what odds are stacked in front of me. Please, I was raised in Compton. My upbringing required me to battle against the odds on a daily basis. While I do put respect on Kayla and Frankie’s name for fighting to be in the position they’re in at Summer XXXTreme XIII, I never bowed down to anyone, damn sure ain’t gonna start now.”
“The jokers in this company are gonna start respecting Seleana again. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll knock fools out for being comfortable to speak ill of my girl. She’s too good a person to cross the lines I aim willing. To paraphrase a quote from a Batman movie, I am the one to dig my hands in the dirt so Seleana can keep hers clean. At Climax Control, if this girl gotta get blood on her hands, so be it. Ya’ll ain’t walking out the same way ya’ll came in.”
“Disrespect Seleana again.”
“Hell, disrespect me.”
“Find out what happens.”
“Sin City Wrestling about to learn real quick I am not DAT GIRL you wanna fuck with.”
Diamond motions for whoever is watching to bring it.
“Try me!!”
Diamond dust the imaginary dirt off her shoulder as the scene fades to black.
