[O Malley]

 From The Mind of Your Queen
Journal Entry#5

I have been with Sin City Wrestling since the very beginning.  I have stuck around through thick and thin, never once complaining about who Mark and Christian chose to put me up against.  Since day one, I have been at the top of the ladder, but that is honestly no surprise.  The Bombshell roster started out a little slow at first, but even if it had been built up from the start, things would be no different.

One other thing that has been going on since the very beginning, is the fact that most of my opponents choose to use the fact that I am the oldest Bombshell on the roster as a possible disadvantage.  They use it as almost an insult against me, and that honestly surprises me even after a year and a half.

For those of you that do not know, in just under two months, I will turn thirty-four years old.  Yes, I realize that most of the other Bombshells are in their early to mid twenties, but take a look at what I have done over the past year and a half.  Has my age really slowed me down at all?  Is it really anything that one should use against me?  I think not.  I may be older than the rest of the Bombshells, but I have proved that I have still got plenty of fight left in me.  And fight I will continue to do.  

I have been working my ass off since I was eighteen years old.  Even before then I knew I wanted to be in the wrestling business.  I knew that I would one day be a champion, and there wasn't anything that was going to stop me.  Even from the time I was eighteen years old I had the heart of a champion, and that heart has not changed one bit.

Even at the ripe old age of thirty three.

I want you people to know something.  I don't care how old I am.  Nothing is going to stop me from winning the Bombshell Championship at Blaze of Glory II.  Nothing is going to stop me from once again being the champion that I have NEVER stopped being.  All you younger, less experienced Bombshells want to be Champion one day?  Pay very close attention to your Queen of the Damned and take lots of notes, because to be the best, you have to beat the best.

And I'm the best you'll ever see.

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August 1997
Chicago, Illinois

The pickup truck sits just out front of the two story light yellow house lined with dark red shutters.  The back of the truck is nearly full of boxes and various household items, and the tailgate remains open as more items are yet to be added.  The front door to the home opens, and a young dark haired man walks out, holding yet another box in his arms.  He loads the box into the back of the truck and closes the tailgate, before heading back inside the house, where he waits at the bottom of the stairs.  A middle-aged man joins him, giving him a warning glance.

Andrew: You remember what I told you before, Blake?

The young man, now identified as Blake, turns and looks at Andrew, clearly annoyed.

Blake: It's kind of hard to forget when a worthless excuse for a father tries to threaten his daughter's boyfriend, Mr. Waters.  How many times are you going to act like you give a damn?

Andrew: Listen here, you little--

Before Andrew can finish his sentence, he is cut off by two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.  Andrew's raven-haired teenage daughter, Misty, carries the last of her belongings, and her mother, Colleen, follows behind her.  Misty has a bright smile on her face, though her mother doesn't show the same happiness as she does.  Misty takes one look at her father, and her boyfriend, and sighs out of clear frustration.

Misty: Andrew, if you're just going to argue with my boyfriend, you may as well leave right now.  Nothing you say is going to stop me from leaving this hell hole.

Andrew turns and faces his daughter.  From the corner of his eye, he notices an arrogant smirk appear on Blake's face, but chooses to ignore it for now.  He instead pretends that he hasn't noticed as Misty and his soon-to-be ex-wife join the two men at the bottom of the stairs.

Andrew: Apparently not, Misty.  All your stuff is already loaded up into that truck of his.  

Misty: Again, why does it matter to you where I choose to live?  I'm eighteen now, and last I checked, you weren't living here either.  Do us both a favor and stop pretending like you suddenly want to be a father, because you don't.

Colleen: Misty, there is still time to change your mind.

Misty shakes her head as she joins Blake, standing next to him.

Misty: That's not going to happen.  I'm doing what I want with my life.  You're just suddenly taking notice to it because you know as soon as I walk out that door, you'll be all alone.  You'll know the same pain that Jackie and I felt.  Desiree just happened to be the lucky one when she got taken away.  

Colleen is clearly hurt by everything her daughter has just said to her.  She is near tears, and Misty and Blake turn and walk away.  Just as they reach the door, Colleen calls out to Misty in one last attempt to stop her from leaving.

Colleen: Please, Misty.  Don't do this.  You're going to ruin your life!

Misty stops dead in her tracks.  She slowly turns around, and glares at her mother, almost with pure hate in her eyes.

Misty: No, Mom, I won't.  You see, if I stay here any longer, I would be ruining my life.  Oh and by the way, now would be as good a time as ever to let you know that Desiree is moving in with me and Blake.

Both of Misty's parents seem surprised to hear this, as neither had seen or spoken to their youngest daughter in almost seven years.

Colleen: Desiree?  You've spoken to Desiree?

Misty: Yeah, I have.  You see, unlike you, I made the effort to find her and make up for what happened.

Without so much as a goodbye, Misty turns around and walks out the door with Blake following behind her.  Her father looks out the door, looking both angry and disappointed at the same time, while her mother just stands there, frozen and heartbroken.  Inside the truck, Misty is fastening her seat belt when Blake puts the key in the ignition and the truck roars to life.  He turns to look at Misty, giving her a reluctant smile.

Blake: There's still time to change your mind.

Misty turns and glares at Blake.

Misty: Don't start that shit, Blake.  C'mon, we need to drop my stuff off at the apartment and go pick up Desiree before she starts to freak out.

Blake nods without further argument.  He puts the truck in drive and speeds off down the street and away from Misty's childhood home for good.  Misty doesn't even look back.

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Moving out of my parent's...well, my mother's home was the first big decision I ever made in my life.  Most teenagers dream of the day they turn eighteen so they can get out on their own and live their own life, but how many can actually say they did it?  Not many, I bet.  But, I can.  

Moving in with Blake was the first step to achieving success in my life.  I might have been taking on too much with Desiree moving in with me at the time, considering she was going on twelve years old, but she was already mature for her age.  She hated being in that foster home, and I was part of the reason she was there, so when she asked for help, I couldn't say no.

I worked as much as I could for the next two years, adding to what money I already had saved.  I had found a training facility not far from our apartment, but I couldn't afford it just yet.  Not to mention, I was now responsible for my twelve year old sister, but I did what I had to do.

I wasn't going to let anything stop me...not even my rebellious little sister, or my boyfriend at the time.

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Two Years Later...

It's late in the evening and Misty's boyfriend of several years, Blake, is home in their apartment, dealing with Misty's fourteen year old sister, Desiree.  Desiree has herself locked in her room with her music turned up loud, and she is refusing to turn it down or even come out of her room.  Misty hasn't gotten home yet.  She joined a wrestling training facility not too far from their apartment a few months ago, and she is currently at one of her sessions, though she appears to be running later than usual.

Blake is sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer about an hour later when Misty walks  through the door.  She's still wearing her training clothes, and her hair is pulled back into a messy pony tail.  She puts her keys on the table by the door, and drops her gym bag on the floor and glances over to Blake.  She can tell he isn't in the best of moods, and she can only assume it has something to do with the music she can hear coming from Desiree's room.

Misty: Sorry I'm late.  Things went a little longer than expected this time.

Blake rolls his eyes and stifles a laugh as he downs the rest of his beer.  He stands up from the sofa, walking into the kitchen where he throws the empty beer bottle in the trash and grabs another from the fridge.  Misty stares at him, confused, as he pops the top of the beer and takes a big gulp.

Misty: Okay, what happened this time?  

Blake: Why don't you go ask your sister that question, Misty?  I've had to deal with her shit all night!

Misty: I'm asking you, Blake!  I know she's been a pain in the ass lately--

Blake finally laughs this time, though it is out of frustration and not amusement.  He leans against the counter and places his beer behind him.

Blake: That is a bit of an understatement, don't ya think?  It's a miracle she's even home right now.

Misty: Look, babe, I'm tired right now.  I'm not in the mood to fight, so would you just please tell me what is going on so I know what I'm supposed to say when I go talk to her?

Blake: I'm sorry, Misty.  I know she's your sister.  I know you guys, particularly Desiree, had it rough growing up with those shithead parents of yours, but you're gonna have to find other arrangements for her.  I didn't sign up to deal with this shit.  

Misty is taken back as Blake makes his demand.  He folds his arms across his chest, proving he is not joking, and Misty just looks at him, shaking her head.

Misty: I'll go deal with her, and we'll talk later, okay?  I'm not going to make any decisions right now about this.

Blake: I'm not changing my mind about this, Misty.  She needs to go.  You're hardly ever home anymore, so you don't see half the shit I have to put up with while you're gone.

Misty: Excuse me?  Blake, I'm working my ass off trying to--

Blake: Trying to what, Misty?  Do you really think this place is going to get you anywhere with this wrestling bullshit?  

Misty glares at Blake, suddenly furious with the direction this argument is taking.

Misty: You're really going to pull this shit now?  You knew when you met me that wrestling and me are a package deal!

Blake shakes his head.

Blake: When I met you, you were doing that stupid as backyard wrestling bullshit with your buddies.  I thought it was just part of you trying to lash out against your parents.

Misty: You're so full of shit!  Why are you doing this?  Why do you suddenly want me to change after we've been together for four years, Blake?!

Blake: I love you, Misty.  I do, but what happens when something goes wrong?  What if you get seriously hurt?

Misty shakes her head, and walks over to Blake.  She stands directly in front of him, wrapping her arms around him.

Misty: That's not going to happen, babe.

Blake carefully pushes her away from him.

Blake: You don't know that!  Jesus, Misty, I saw the hell you put your body through with that backyard crap!  I know things can go wrong.

Misty: Okay, I'll admit that backyard wrestling with the guys was stupid, but I'm being trained by professionals now, Blake.  Of course there's risks, but they're risks I have to take.  

Blake: Why?  Why is this so important to you?!

Misty: Because I need to make a name for myself.  Hell, I already am!  I'm the only female this place is training, and they've told me I'm the best they've got.  Why is something that is so important to me, suddenly so unimportant to you?  I'm doing this for us, Blake.

Blake shakes his head again, as he walks past Misty.  He grabs his keys and turns around to face her as he stands right by the door.

Blake: No, you're not, Misty.  Do you know, since you've been so preoccupied with all this, you have not once told me you loved me?  

Misty: What?  Yes I have...

Blake closes his eyes and shakes his head.  He reaches into his pocket, and to Misty's surprise, pulls out a small velvet box.  Misty looks at the box nervously.

Misty: W-what is that?

Blake looks down at the velvet box, clearly debating his next move.  After a few moments, he opens it, revealing a shiny diamond engagement ring, and Misty takes a step back in shock.

Blake: Do you know how long I've had this?

Misty only shakes her head, at a loss for words.

Blake: Almost a year.

Misty: What?  Why didn't you--

Blake: Does it even matter?

As Misty is about to respond, the door to Desiree's bedroom opens, and the blonde haired teenager walks out.  She sees Blake holding the ring in his hand and stops to look at Misty.

Desiree: Wow...I guess congratulations are in order.

Misty: Desiree can you give us a minute, please?

Desiree: Whatever, I was just leaving anyway.

Blake closes the box, and places the ring back in his pocket.  He turns around and opens the door, and Misty tries to stop him, but he shakes his head at her.

Blake: I'll be by to get my things later in the week.

Misty: Blake, wait.  We need to talk about--

Blake: No, we don't, Misty.  Goodbye, Misty.

Without another word, Blake walks out the door, leaving Misty standing there in a stunned silence.  Desiree looks completely lost.

Desiree: Okay, what just happened?

Misty: Never mind that.  Do you want to tell me what the hell happened before I got home?!

Desiree: If you're going to blame me for that jackass walking out--

Misty: I've had enough, Desiree.  I can't handle this anymore.

Desiree: Excuse me?

Misty walks past Desiree, heading into the living room.  She sits down on the sofa, leaning forward and placing her head in her hands.

Misty: I have to find other living arrangements for you.  I've tried to help you out the past couple years, but you clearly just don't care.

Desiree laughs and rolls her eyes.

Desiree: You're joking, right?  Other than giving me a place to live, what have you done to try and help me, other than leaving me here with your boyfriend all the time?  You're no better than our so called parents.

Misty: That's a load of crap, Des, and you know it!

Desiree: No, it's not.  Don't worry about finding other living arrangements for me.  I'll do it myself.  Thanks for nothing, sis.

Misty tries to apologize but Desiree doesn't give her the chance, as she storms out of the apartment, leaving Misty completely alone.  Misty looks around the now empty and quiet apartment and sighs.  She slaps her hands against her knees and stands up, but she doesn't look too upset for a woman whose boyfriend and sister just left her.  If anything she looks...relieved.  She makes her way into the bathroom to take a hot shower and get ready for bed.

Misty: An apartment all to myself for a change.  At least I'll be able to get a full night's sleep.

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I bet you're all quite surprised by that little revelation, aren't you?  When I was just twenty years old, I was oh so close to being engaged, only for my loving boyfriend to walk out on me when I was living my life the way I chose to do so.  And my sister, Desiree...well, we've never really had the best relationship anyway.  She couldn't even thank me for providing a roof over her head and practically being a mother to her myself.  

A lot of you probably think I should have been upset that night...that I should have had a sleepless night as I cried over my boyfriend leaving me, and my sister comparing me to my parents.  Go ahead, admit it.  If that is what you think, then you are wrong on so many levels.  They chose to walk out on me, because they wanted me to be someone I'm not.  They wanted me to just give up all of my hard work and dedication, but that was never going to happen.

Ever since I can remember, I've known that one day, I'd be a champion.  I knew I'd be at the top of the proverbial ladder, and nothing anyone said or did was going to stop me.  Call me selfish if you want, but when you know deep down that you're going to be something great, you don't give it up for anybody.  And people call me the bad one?  Please.

I'm not going to stop.  I'm not going to quit fighting for a championship that I still consider mine.  I may be older than the rest of the Bombshells.  I may be a seasoned veteran, but is that really any reason to hold myself back?  I'm not going to sit back and let someone else enjoy the spotlight just because they need the ego boost...or because they need to feel better about themselves.  

No...I am the Queen around here.  I am through sitting back and watching unworthy Bombshells carry the title.  There is only one woman who deserves the title of Bombshell Champion, and it's not Vixen.  She's held that belt for too long, and it's time it is returned to it's rightful owner.

The Queen of the Damned...Your future three-time Bombshell Champion...Misty.

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Wednesday February 27th
Gold Coast Casino- Las Vegas Nevada

We're just days away from what many consider the biggest supershow SCW has to offer.  Last year's Blaze of Glory proved to be one for the record, and if things continue going as they currently are, this year will be even better.  Throughout the week there have been several promotional events leading up to Blaze of Glory II, including several meet and greets with SCW superstars like the one being put on today.

Two time former Bombshell Champion, Misty, has never been much for these meet and greets, especially the past few months since her return.  She is hardly considered well-liked by the fans, but as she is challenging for the Bombshell Championship at Blaze of Glory II, she fulfills her obligation to attend this event, and she would do her best to play nice with the adoring SCW fans.  That, however, is more than her disciples can say.

As Misty is seated at her designated table while the fans filter their way inside the Gold Coast Casino, her disciples look around at all the people in attendance, clearly uncomfortable with being there.  The fans in attendance, while excited, can't help but send cautious glances in their direction, given their reputation within SCW.  The brothers have their arms folded across their chests, as if displaying their protective stances, while Ruby stands next to Misty, looking around at all the people slightly disgusted.  She leans in next to Misty's ear to address the enigmatic Bombshell quietly.

Ruby: I do not understand why you couldn't say no to attending this event, my Queen.  These people are very disrespectful.

Misty smiles friendly at some fans who approach her table, albeit a fake one, and she keeps her attention focused on them as she responds to Ruby.

Misty: Ruby, my dear, how would that look when I am facing Vixen for the Bombshell title on Sunday?  I may not be a fan favorite, but as you can see, regardless of that fact, people still pay to see me.  I do not want to give Christian Underwood another reason to be angry with me.

Ruby: Why does that even matter, my Queen?  

Before Misty can respond, a younger male fan approaches the table.  He doesn't even hide his excitement as he looks at Misty, and Ruby with a big smile on his face.

Fan: Oh man, this is so awesome!  You brought your entourage with you!

Ruby's eyes widen in annoyance, and Misty clears her throat, immediately silencing Ruby before she can speak.

Misty: I'm afraid you have them mistaken for pathetic little gang that follows Nick Jones around my dear boy.  My disciples are not an entourage.  They are my loyal followers, and they go with me everywhere I wish them to go.  

Fan: Haha, whatever you say.  Same difference.  Say, what's wrong with your freaky looking puppy dog next to you?  She looks like she wants to eat me.

Misty glances at Ruby, and indeed Ruby is glaring at the young fan, practically foaming at the mouth.

Fan: Has she had her rabies vaccine?  

This clearly upsets Ruby further, as she attempts to lunge forward, but Misty holds her arm out, stopping her.  Misty snaps her fingers, and Zane and Dante step forward, pulling Ruby back.

Misty: You don't seem to mind Ruby's potential vicious streak.  In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you purposely angered her.

The fan laughs and nods his head as he glances at Ruby with a smile.

Fan: Hell yeah, I did.  That chick is hot!  I bet she's great in the sack, right?  Angry chicks like that--

Misty: Excuse me?  

Fan: Oh come on!  The way you two act around each other is hardly hiding your little secret.  Admit it, when you dumped Spike, you switched teams didn't you?

Misty's eyes widen in apparent surprise at the fans assumption.  Ruby's demeanor suddenly changes as well, as she relaxes slightly.

Misty: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.  There is nothing going on between Ruby and I.

Fan: Maybe not to you, there isn't.  But can I fill you in on a little bit of information, your highness?

Misty: By all means, please do.  I'm always eager to know what the fans assume.

The fan places his hands on the table, leaning in close to Misty.  He glances back at Ruby again, before looking Misty in her cold menacing eyes.

Fan: Your guard bitch back there...she clearly wants you bad.  Everyone can see it.

Ruby: Shut your mouth, you disgusting little parasite!

Ruby lunges away from the grasp of the brothers, and at the table.  She jumps on the top of the table, causing Misty to jump back, as well as the fan, though he is actually enjoying this outburst.  Everyone in the room looks on at the situation as it unfolds.  Zane and Dante quickly dash forward, grabbing a hold of Ruby as she kicks and screams, ferociously trying to get at the fan as he laughs and taunts her.

Misty: Ruby!  Stop it!  Damien, get her the hell out of here!

Damien: Dante and Zane can handle her, my queen.

Misty: And I'm telling you to go with him.  You and Sebastian both.  

Damien and Sebastian both seem reluctant, but Misty orders them both away once again.  The brothers drag Ruby out of the building, allowing things to calm down and return to normal in the building.  Misty turns and glares at the fan.

Misty: Satisfied with yourself, kid?  You're lucky I had them pull her back.

Fan: That bitch doesn't scare me, and neither do you.  You're pathetic.  I'm going to enjoy watching Vixen beat your ass.

Misty: Ha!  Not likely, kid.  Now get the hell out of here.

The fan laughs and rolls his eyes before he turns around and heads off to another table, unaffected by what just happened.  Misty sighs and shakes her head, before she returns to her seat, waiting for the next fan to approach the table.  She is looking down at the table, when a man walks up to the table, with a smile on his face.

"Hey there, sexy.  I bet you thought you'd never see me again."

Misty suddenly freezes as she hears that voice.  She slowly raises her head to look at the man standing before her, shocked at who she sees.  Her ex-boyfriend Blake, who she hasn't seen in years, is looking down at her, happy to see her.

Misty: Blake?  What the hell are you doing here?

Blake: Gee, Misty, it's great to see you, too.

Misty: Seriously, Blake.  What are you doing here?

Blake smiles as he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a photograph.  He places it on the table, and slides it forward in front of Misty.

Blake: I wanted an autograph.

Misty looks down at the picture, and leans back in her chair, at a loss for words.  She stares at the picture...a picture of her and Blake from years ago.  She folds her arms, and bites her bottom lip, trying to find anything to say.

Blake: Do my eyes and ears deceive me, or is the Queen of the Damned actually speechless?  

Blake laughs as he mocks Misty.  She is unamused, and angrily pushes the picture back at Blake.

Misty: I'm not signing that picture, and quite frankly, I don't know why you even believed I would.

Blake: Oh, I didn't think you would.

Misty: Then why did you bother?  Or was this just your attempt at pissing me off?

Blake takes the picture, and places it back in his pocket.

Blake: It clearly worked, didn't it, Misty?  I got under your skin.

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty: That's what you think.

Blake: Oh, it's what I know.  You wouldn't have reacted the way you did when you laid eyes on me, nor would you have shoved that picture away as quickly as you did.  

Misty: Oh please, Blake.  I stopped letting you get to me the day you left me.  If either one of us gets under the other's skin, it is I who has that effect on you.  After all, why else would you have come here if you're not still hung up on me after fourteen years?

Blake: Oh don't flatter yourself, sweetheart.  That ship has long since sailed.  I clearly made the best decision of my life that day.

Misty looks at Blake, and an almost seductive look on her face.  She pushes her chair away from the table, leaning forward on her hands as she gets to her feet.  She leans in as close as she can to Blake, giving him a wicked grin.

Misty: Does that really help you sleep at night, Blake?  I don't believe a single word of it, because from where I'm standing, you clearly wanting me back.  I can see the look in your eyes.  It's absolutely killing you inside because I did exactly what I said I was going to do, and I made a name for myself.  I became a champion, and you can't stand it.

Blake: Really?  You became a champion?  Tell me, Misty, where is your title now?  Oh, that's right.  It's around the waist of the woman who is currently screwing your ex-fiancee and raising your daughter, because you are the woman you have always been.  You're still the same selfish bitch I knew fourteen years ago.

Misty: So you have been keeping tabs on me, I see.  Blake, you're not fooling anyone.  Face it...you haven't gotten over me.

Blake leans in closer to Misty, and the two are just inches away from each other, and he smiles just as wickedly as she does.

Blake: In your dreams.  You would just love that, though wouldn't you?

Misty: Right, because I just get all hot and bothered over the fact that yet another one of my exes wants me back.  I just live to have my exes chasing after me all the time.

Misty begins laughing as she backs away from Blake, sitting back in her chair.  She looks up at him, smiling, and she stops laughing soon after.

Misty: You want the truth, Blake?

Blake: As if you're capable of ever telling the truth?

Misty: Oh, I am, but you people seem to think otherwise.  Here is the truth, Blake.  The way I see it, and the way you make it so abundantly obvious, is after all these years, you still want me.  You regret ever walking out on me because you've done absolutely nothing with your own life, and your jealous of the success that I have accomplished.  You're no better than my last loser ex, Spike, except for one thing.  At least Spike isn't as pathetic as you are, carrying that photograph around after fourteen years.  Oh and Blake?  You beat me to the punch when you left me.  I was planning to leave you anyway.  I'm better off on my own, don't you think?

Blake stares at her as she laughs.  He narrows his eyes as he takes the photograph out of his pocket again, only this time, he beings shredding it.  This causes Misty to go silent as she watches him shred it into tiny pieces, throwing what is left on the floor.

Blake: I couldn't agree more, Misty, because you, sweetheart, are a miserable excuse for a human being.  No, you're not even human.  You're so caught up on wanting people to focus all their attention on you, that you actually believe they're doing it.  You are better off by yourself, and that is just how you'll be for the rest of your empty pathetic life.  No guy is ever going to want you now, and I'm fairly sure your daughter will never want anything to do with you ever again.  And that title you're fighting for this Sunday?  You'll never get it back, because the minute you step into that ring with Vixen, you'll see the woman who now has everything you walked away from.

Misty: I didn't walk away from my title.

Blake: You may as well have, because the fact is you were to worried about Roxanne then focusing on keeping your title.  And now?  Now you're too hell bent on bringing Odette Ryder down to your level.  You've got no chance against Vixen, Misty, and you know it.

Misty begins shaking her head furiously, as a crowd gathers around the table.  Misty begins pulling at her hair.

Misty: No...No, no, no, no, NO!  I WILL beat Vixen on Sunday and I WILL get my title back.  Do you hear me you insignificant asshole!  I'm going to be a three time Bombshell Champion, and no one is going to stop me!  The title is mine.  Do you hear me?  IT'S MINE!

Blake: Eden was yours, too, you know.  But who is she calling mommy now?

That finally sends Misty into a mad rage.  She leaps up, hauls back and punches Blake right in the kisser, and tackles him to the ground!  Everyone watches on in shock, as Misty lets out a ferocious growl, screaming and yelling in the process, but no one can understand what she is saying.  Just as security gets on to the scene, Damien and Sebastian appear, quickly running over towards Misty.  Damien scoops Misty up in his arms.  Much like Ruby, she is kicking and screaming, as she glares at Blake with pure hatred in her eyes.  Damien and Sebastian remove her from the building, as security checks on Blake.  He signals he is okay, though he is now sporting a busted open lip.  It doesn't seem to bother him much, as he gets back to his feet, dusts himself off.  The camera zooms in on his face, where the corner of his mouth turns up in a satisfied grin, before it slowly fades out.

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Hey, Vix, how you feeling sweetie?  How are those nerves treating you?  The clock is ticking down, Vix.  Your time as Bombshell Champion is coming to a close, and my return to the top is right around the corner.  You can feel it, can't you?  Don't try to deny it, because we both know the truth.

I've been where you are, though.  I know how it feels to have your nerves running in overdrive when you first title defense is looming right around the corner, and the worry that comes along with it.  After all, the first defense really is the most important, isn't it?  It is the one thing that proves what your time as champion has really been.  A successful first defense earns you congratulations, because it shows that you truly do deserve to have that belt around your waist.  It proves that you winning the title wasn't a luck or a fluke after all.  Yes, the first defense is truly the most important.

When a champion loses on that first defense, the disappointment they feel knows no limits.  You know what I'm talking about, right Vix?  It's already going through your mind!  Had you been facing anyone else other than me, however, I am sure you would be slightly more confident in you walking away as the winner.  But surely you had to see it coming, Vixen.  

There were just no other logical opponents, you know.  There simply is no one else more deserving of this opportunity than me, really.  The competition in SCW is dwindling.  The talent is fading away day by day, but only one thing has remained constant within this company.  Only one Bombshell has been around since the very beginning, refusing to ever give up.

Me.

I have to admit I am disappointed in the lack of competition around us lately, Vixen.  Before I was put out of commission for three months last summer, I will admit, the Bombshell Division was at the highest point I had ever seen it, but since my return, what has happened?  The Bombshell Division is simply dying, and it must be saved, and soon.

Only I can save it, Vixen.  With me as the Bombshell Champion, the Bombshell Division and the Bombshell Championship itself will return to the glory they once held and do you want to know why?  Because every Bombshell wants to face me.  They know what you know.

I am the ultimate challenge.  I am the one person everyone wants to beat.  Once I get the Bombshell Championship back, just watch.  There will be Bombshells coming after me left and right in their attempts to take my most prized possession away from me...in their foolish attempts to dethrone me.  A victory over me would bring the ultimate bragging rights, Vixen.  Can the same be said for you?  I don't think so.

It is a sad reality, Vixen.  A reality that you will be faced with this Sunday at Blaze of Glory II.  Your efforts and your preparations won't be enough.  Spike's little pep talks will not be enough, because let's face it.  I'm not the same woman he knew last year.  The three months that I was away did me a lot of good.  It changed me, Vixen, and it changed me for the better.  

I am focused.  I am determined, and in just two days...I will have my hand raised in victory as I hold the Bombshell Championship in my hand for a third time.  I am an unstoppable force, Vixen.

I am the Queen of the Damned, and after Blaze of Glory II, Vixen...

Your soul will be mine.

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