(Off in the distance, white lights are flashing. A cross stands alone in the middle of this dark, deserted field. The sound of thunder races through your eardrums as light trickles of rain start to fall. A disturbing snippet of music begins playing, tearing away at your ears, implanting fear inside of your head. The sound of footsteps can be heard crunching over the dead blades of grass. That is when Faith comes into view. Her head is bowed and her purple dreads hang over her face. She stands there for a moment as the rain collects in her hair. As it pools, the thick droplets prove to be something more disturbing. As she lifts her head up, her dreads slowly fall away from her face. As they do, blood is dripping down Faith’s face. The cross behind her is stuck by lightning and comes on fire. The background quickly fades to the streets of St Louis as Faith stands there, blood spattered.)
This all started in a ghetto part of St. Louis called Berkley. Me, my brother Steven, and my mom and dad. We had just got done watching a movie at this small theater we liked going to. It started to storm and my dad wanted to cut through this alley that would save us about fifteen minutes. But, my brother and I knew better growing up in the area. So, we told them no and lets just go the long way since it would be safer. That did not fly well with my dad. He started to raise his voice and told us that we was going down that alley. But, my brother wasn’t havin’ it. So, he took me by the hand and told me that we was taking the safe way home. My dad did not like that and was throwing a fit. Grown ass man looking like a damn fool. Mom was worried like she always was but, like a loyal dog, she just went along with our father. So they went ahead and started to walk down that alley. After walking about half a mile down the sidewalk, thunder was making its appearance.
(After revealing all the blood on her face, you’d think that someone would notice. But no, it was like she was a ghost alone in the world, a feeling she has become quite used to. As she continued to walk down the street she starts to pass by nearby alley that reminds her of dark times that changed her life forever.)
Something in my gut was telling me to stop and go back to check on my mom and dad. I tugged on my brother’s arm and told him that we needed to go back and check on them. He looked down at me and told me not to worry and that they would be fine. I was starting to get upset since he wouldn’t listen to me. But then, the thunder got louder and that’s when I jerked my hand away from my brother and I started to run back towards where my parents was walking. I was just starting to go around the corner that was right by the alley they was in and that’s when I heard the first shot. I’ll never forget that feeling. It made me stop dead in my tracks. Then that’s when the second shot came and it brought me down to my knees. I was begging God that what I heard was thunder and not gun shots.
(Not to mention this dark time helped give her the strength that she has today. She stops to look down this alley and clinches her fists. As anger and rage to rise up, she takes her fists and hits the brick wall so hard that she leaves whole big enough for a truck to drive through. She then looks down at her blood covered fists and smiles. But as she looks into the big hole, she sees the look of blood curdling terror in her father’s eyes and it reminds her of the darkest day of her life.)
Just seconds later, my brother had come running past me and entered the alley. That’s when I heard him yell. After learning that dark feeling was real, all I could do was throw my hands up in the air and scream as loud as I could. At that moment it started to rain. That was a day that I would never forget. About a week later, the funeral came. Oddly enough, that was and even gloomier day then when the tragedy took place. It was a very powerful moment my brother and I was standing next to each other watching our parents being lowered into the ground. After the pastor was done speaking, my brother dropped my hand and hugged me so hard that I felt like he was going to squeeze the life out of me. The only family I had left was my brother Steven. He took care of me from that point on.
(She looks away from the hole because she knows now that it is time for her to look for the brightest day. She clinches her eyes together to shed one last tear which will say goodbye to that day. She then begins to walk on and passes up the alley. As she continues to walk on she notices that the bricks she knocked on the ground begin to lift up and fly back into the wall. That also makes her anger disappear. Thinking that nearby strangers would notice something this bizarre, but they just keep on walking by without a care in the world. After taking notice of the ignorance of these fucked up people around her, she decides to walk in the opposite direction of this grimy city street. This is her trip down Memory Lane.)
Times was hard at first, with such things as Steven having to work full time, barely getting the bills paid, not being able to afford to go to school, me trying to play the role of a house wife, and the hardest one; trying to make a single friend. I guess with my brother being a man and such, he had an easier time getting over that night with my parents getting shot. See, I was only 15 at the time and my brother was almost 21. But I learned to move on though. My brother did a good job at making me strong. But what got me through the hardest times was music. Unlike my brother, who only listened to rap music, I liked metal. My first time hearing that style was this one day… I was cleaning our apartment and they played this song on K-She 94.7 called “More Human than Human.” All I can tell you is when I heard that song I just got this race of energy that shot straight through my body. I just started bopping my head up and down. Then soon enough started throwing my braids all over the place.
(As she’s walking in the opposite direction of the crowd, she starts to notice on her left a place that brings back such fond memories. The music store, that gave her light on her favorite genre of music. She stops for a second to soak in the good times. While she stands there, she sees a young teenage girl, which resembles herself, walking into the cd store. Faith just has a big smile draw upon her face. )
My brother walked in on me that day and just lost it. He looked at me laughing and told me that only white people wind milled their hair like that. I was thinking hmm, that’s what this called. Well, I didn’t care what he thought on the subject. I liked it and I was going to continue on doing it. Even though, my brother did not care about the style of music I liked, he was still a good sport about it. In fact, he told me if I wanted too, he was going to show where this music shop was on the corner where all they played on the inside was that style of music. The next day while he was at work, I went ahead and decided to go down to that store and check it out. I never forgot that day. When I went into that store, it was like the coolest place I’ve seen in my entire life. There were music posters just everywhere. Not to mention, rock memorabilia, what looked like glass pipes, used clothes, movies, and cd’s.
(Faith looks down at the girl who is like a kid in a candy store. She shakes her head but smiles, reminiscing of the day that changed her life, in more ways than one. She watches the girl fly around the store in excitement, learning of the new bands and the new culture she had not ever been exposed to before. She places her bloodied hand up to the window, slowly sliding it down, leaving a mark where the girl finally runs out of energy.)
If I remember right, I think I spent about three or more hours in that store. It sucked since I didn’t have that much money on me. Especially, me and my brother being semi-poor. But, I had just enough saved up where I felt the need to spoil myself. I had about twenty dollars on me to spend in this magical music wonderland. Before I started looking to buy I went up to the clerk and asked him about that song called “More Human Than Human.” He told me that it was by a band called White Zombie. So I skimmed through their CD’s until I found the one with that song on it. It was under ten bucks too! So, feeling giddy as it was, I went ahead and started looking through their clothes. I had about to twelve dollars I could still spend. As I was looking through, I found this really bad-ass looking White Zombie t-shirt. With luck on my side, it was ten bucks. I had just enough for tax too because the final cost left me with nothing but a quarter for a gumball. Hell yeah! I felt so cool with me new shirt and cd, but the damn gumball machine was outta order… Damn.
(Thinking back to this moment, Faith remembers her first fight. As the young girl walks out of the store she encounters a girl much bigger than her who seems to dress like a more upper class person then the young girl is. Faith just starts laughing in a light manner because she watches as the bigger girl points her finger in the young girl’s chest. Faith starts to mutter, “Oh damn, shit is getting ready to go down.” The young girl then lifts her clinched fist and punches the bigger girl in the jaw so hard that it looks as though a gold tooth had flown out. Then without a second’s notice, the young girl pulls the bigger girl forward by grabbing her hair and knees her in the stomach. The bigger girl falls to the ground while the younger girl whips her hair back and just keeps on walking. Faith then looks at the girl and says “Hell yeah, that’s my girl.” )
As I was walking home these girls approached me and started teasing me. They were telling me that I was a freak for liking that kind of music, that their parents told them I was poor, and how ugly I was. Then they started pointing their fingers at me and calling me a freak bitch. I don’t know what it was , but I just felt this anger rise up in me, and when one of the girls started to point her finger at my chest, I dropped my bag from the music store and I grabbed her arm and lunged my fist right to her damn jaw. At that next second, I then grabbed her by her hair, and brought my leg up and kneed her in her gut; sending her straight to the ground. The girl’s friends looked at me in fright and just scattered. I picked my bag and looked down at the girl. She was looking up at me and was just speechless. I gave this smirk and said to her “It isn’t so funny when you’re on the ground, is it bitch?” I felt like such a bad-ass after that.
(Faith gives the girl on the ground one last look before moving on. She walks past a little corner liquor store where she sees a young African-American man talking to a much older African-American man. She watches on like a curious child would. She hears the older man chuckling to the younger man who simply shakes his head. She sinks down lower to the ground to eavesdrop, even though she can’t really hear a word they are saying.)
Of course though, after my brother got home from work he had already heard about the fighting incident. The clerk from a nearby store had saw me and had stopped and told my brother when he was heading his way home. He was explaining to me how usually he would be mad at me for something like that. But, the store clerk made a good suggestion to him. I asked him what the store clerk had suggested and my brother said “wrestling.” At first I was thinking to myself how the hell could I be a wrestler? But my brother made a good point. He told me that I had a good frame and that I had a pretty good build being a girl as short as I was. Also not to mention, I later heard that I broke that girls jaw too! It wasn’t too long after that when my brother started having me watch the wrestling shows that he liked on TV and I just fell in love with it. But I guess what made such a descent fighter was thinking about the anger I held in from the death of my parents and the constant teasing from prissy girls. It wasn’t until a few months later when I searched and found a coach who was willing to teach me how to wrestle.
(Faith gets up from her crouched position on the ground and keeps walking down the street. The steam rising from the manhole clouds up the street, causing Faith to wave her hand in front of her face. She walks through the mist and over to a brick wall. She finds an opening and quickly ducks into it. She finds herself in a dark alley once again, only this time she sees a curtain at the end. As she gets there, curiosity gets the better of her and she pushes open the curtains. She is amazed at the sight of two women giving it all they got inside of a wrestling ring. The urban background adds to her excitement as these two ladies go at it harder than any man she has ever seen. The ring apron reads “Sin City Wrestling”)
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“That is a very intense background. I assure you we are flattered to hear that you have chosen SCW as your debut organization. Can I ask what made you choose us?”
(Faith’s concentration is broken as she shakes back to reality. Her eyes focus more on her surroundings as she looks directly at the well-endowed female sitting in front of her. She reaches over and picks up a glass of water to take a long drink. This is her first interview afterall)
{Faith}
“Well when my brother got me into watching wrestling, and then into training, I caught this cool local legend signing autographs outside of the dome. He didn’t look like anybody I ever seen on TV, so I wondered why everyone wanted his autograph. Was he a musician because he looked like a fuckin’ rock star. Trust.”
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“But of all the other places out there, some closer to home, why did Sin City Wrestling appeal to you so much?”
{Faith}
“If you’d hold your damn horses, I was getting there. In case you didn’t notice, I like to talk, so let me do my thing. So, this guy was apparently one of the biggest underground wrestlers, and we became acquaintances. He showed me a couple things and made me realize I couldn’t ever do anything else for a living. He is kinda a big deal though. You might know him.”
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“Oh? I admit my knowledge of wrestling inside and out is pretty extensive, so I probably do know him. But for the sake of the interview, who is he?”
(Faith smiles as she takes another sip from the glass. She sets it down in front of her so she could think. Being put on the spot wasn’t her strongest suit but she was willing to try her best to drop the bombshell. She tapped her fingers on the table in front of her to start up a drum roll.)
{Faith}
“Dude was a big deal last year when he came out of retirement. He had a few big matches but then decided to go for gold. Dude’s a boss! Like, I don’t even know if I should say his name.”
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“You’ve got to tell us now! We are all interested to find out who it is.”
{Faith}
“Former NWA World Heavyweight Champion, current SCW Heavyweight Champion Spike Staggs! Yeah baby! Told you I got you dawg. He trained me and taught me everything I know. But I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to ride off him. I wanna do my own thing here. But bitches beware, I was taught by the best.
(Faith points at the camera with an intense look on her face and a smile to contradict it. She sits back in her chair with a smile plastered on her face but tries to look calm. Rocky looks surprised by this revelation.)
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“Wow! So you were trained by one of the biggest men to compete here in SCW. That’s got to be intimidating to your opponents for your debut match! Speaking of them, do you have anything to say to them?”
{Faith}
“First off, Danica Jones is a shook ass bitch who ain’t got the lady balls to let us know a damn thing about her, so I can’t say anything on that twat. At least Angel Kash lets us know what she’s about. The line in the sand is drawn and she stands on the opposite end of everything I have ever stood for. She rich. She “pretty”. She got cars and clothes and money and power and some fake ass titties to go along with it. I’m real. Everything about me is real. Everything I say is real because that’s me. That’s why I know I’m gonna school both these bitches. Real beats fake every day. Real beats shook any damn time they are matched up. Since Danica can’t seem to do her damn job and show us anything about her I can’t give her any more of my time. Angel will find out that beauty can be stained. She will know what it is like to get God-Smacked straight down to hell. She in my world. I eat, breath, and live this shit.”
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“That is a strong statement coming from someone who has never been in a real wrestling match before. How do you know you will really have that edge over your opponents?”
{Faith}
“I know it because these girls don’t have the amount of determination I do. I don’t do it for the money. I don’t do it because I want fame. I do it because fighting has always been my strong suit. I grew up in the streets, fighting for meals. I grew up fighting for my seat on the bus. I grew up fighting for everything I have today. I was never handed anything but a raw deal and a piece of government cheese. So just because I never did a real match before don’t mean I have never fought before because every day of my life has been a fight. Trust.”
(Faith has grown to be a little angry at this point as her eyes grow like saucers. She shoves the glass of water onto the floor as she holds a fist up to Rocky. The busty reporter holds her hands up in surrender and Faith leans back in her chair, pursing her lips with anger.)
{Miss Rocky Mountains}
“Wow, a lot of determination from SCW’s newest Bombshell! I want to wish you good luck in your match on Sunday and we look forward to seeing you carry this determination over to the ring. I am glad to be one of the first to welcome Faith to Sin City Wrestling. I am your SCW Correspondant, signing off!”
(Miss Rocky Mountains extends her hand to Faith who calms herself down enough to shake hands with the reporter as the screen goes to fuzz.)
