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NECRA v LAURA v MERCEDES v JESSIE v EMMA v NESSA
« on: August 05, 2013, 09:02:32 AM »
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« Reply #1 on: August 06, 2013, 02:26:22 PM »
 One year ago Jessie made her PPV debut for Sin City Wrestling in a match for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championship, she lost the match but the same night she joined the New Xtremes and the rest is history.

Now a year has passed and Sin City Wrestling has made Summer XXXTreme a yearly tradition, not only that but Jessie was once again competing for a championship title and this time it was for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship in the second annual X Rules Pool Part match, the other participants? The reigning SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Necra Octavian Kaine, Laura Jackson of the Tattooed Goddesses, Mercedes Vargas, ACW’s Emma Rose and Nessa Wall, Jessie has held the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship before and has made it clear that she wants it back and whilst she, Jake and Shane are in England for the Bloodstock Music Festival Mark and Christian have flown in a cameracrew for her first promo, can she win?

Jessie’s hotel room, Derbyshire, England
August 5th, 2013, 11:00am

I moaned as I felt Shane’s hand against my ass, damn he looks good without a top on…..then again he’s probably thinking the same about me, I’m not completely topless just in my jeans and yes, Shane’s on top of me, if you need to be told what’s happening here then you either never took Sex-Ed or has never visited a porn site.

“Hmmm, I think that’s enough messing around….” I said as I got on top of him, removed my bra and started unzipping his pants…..

“You realize the camera’s running right?” Jake asked making us nearly jump out of our skin; I quickly covered up my breasts whilst Shane zipped up his pants. “We’ve barely been here two days and I’ve already caught you two making a sex tape.” Jake added with a chuckle and we shook our heads.

“Jake, if I wanted to make a sex tape with your sister…..not saying I will but hear me out….don’t you think we’d lock the door?” Shane asked as I quickly put my bra back on. “And for that matter why would we use an SCW Cameracrew for that?!”

“I don’t know, to troll Mark and Christian?” Jake asked before shaking his head. “Anyway, I’m going down for breakfast and I wanted to know if you guys wanted to join me?” Jake asked before smirking. “That is unless you want to continue going down on each other?”

“Considering Shane is currently suffering from a severe case of blue balls I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.” I responded as I grabbed the stomach exposing Exodus shirt that I was wearing before I started making out with Shane and put it back on, Shane gave me a mock death glare for the comment which I ignored. “Though for once I’m glad you interrupted me having sex because I’d hate to put up with Mark and Christian being angry at me when we go on the cruise next week.”

“If you did I’d point out that you didn’t know that the camera was rolling.” Jake answered before turning to the camera. “You are going to censor her exposed breasts when the promo airs, right?” Jake asked and the cameracrew quickly nodded.

“Weren’t you going to go down for breakfast?” Shane asked with an annoyed sigh and Jake said nothing else as he closed the door. “I told you we should’ve waited until he had left for breakfast.”

“Not my fault you started thinking with your dick when you saw that I am wearing the lingerie I wrestled in two weeks ago.” I answered as Shane grabbed the Kataklysym shirt that he was wearing before we started making out. “Speaking of wrestling….”

“You’re in England for a music festival and all you can think off is the Bombshell Roulette Championship match at Summer XXXTreme II?” Shane asked with a raised eyebrow and I shook my head. “Come on babe, I know you were cheated out of the title but at least have a little fun.”

“We were about to have fun but Jake interrupted us.” I answered as I started brushing my hair. “You think I should grow out my hair a bit?”

“Well personally speaking you look smoking hot no matter how long your hair is.” Shane answered and I rolled my eyes at his comment. “Don’t you think having longer hair is bad for a wrestler anyway?”

“There’s that Cyrus King guy over at ACW who has waist length hair.” I pointed out with a shrug. “So why not?”

“Yeah but that guy is 6ft 8 tall, in terms of height you barely reach his navel.” Shane pointed out and I shook my head. “And before you bring up his wife, I’m pretty sure she’s at least 5ft 11.”

“I would’ve put her height at 5ft 8 personally.” I responded with a shrug. “Look if longer hair proves to be a problem I’ll just tie it up in a ponytail for matches, besides I want to grow it out for headbanging.”

“You realize that you won’t be able to grow it out in time for Bloodstock, right?” Shane asked and I nodded. “I know your hair tends to grow out ridiculously quickly but I don’t think even that’s possible.”

“I do have hair extenders but I’m pretty sure that they’d fall out once I get into a circle pit.” I added as I started to tie my hair up in a ponytail. “And seeing as how the line-up on Friday is awesome that’s pretty much bound to happen as much as I don’t want it too.”

“You could always sit out the Circle Pits for the whole weekend.” Shane pointed out and I looked at him as if he just said that Justin Bieber was a male singer with talent. “What am I saying? That’s like asking Casey to stop overcompensating for his tiny penis.”

“Or Erick Staggs to stop kissing his own ass for five minutes.” I responded with a grin before turning to him. “You gonna be okay on the cruise? You did tell me that you tend to get sea-sick.”

“I’ll be bringing my meds for that.” Shane answered with a nod. “And if that fails I have you to take my mind off it, then again you could take my mind off of having my lower half chopped off.”

“Well, that took a turn for the disturbing.” I said as I shook my head. “That or you’ve been listening to some of your Cannibal Corpse albums again.” I added and Shane shook his head. “If there’s one thing we can say about the event though it’s the fact that it’s a good thing you haven’t got a manager’s license yet otherwise you’d hate to have to stand around for my match.”

“I thought managers weren’t allowed around the pool anyway?” Shane asked and I paused, I did notice a lack of managers during last year’s match but I thought that they just didn’t want to risk getting wet. “Well I’ll be in the audience anyway; any chance I get to see you in wet clothing is good enough for me.”

“Shane, you’ve seen me naked several times and saw me topless a few moments ago, I’m surprised you still find the site of me in wet clothing a turn on.” I pointed out and Shane just grinned. “Not to mention the fact that you won’t get to see me get wet anyway because I’m going to win the match!”

“You think you could jump in the pool anyway? You know, after the match?” Shane asked and I just grinned at his comment. “Anyway I’m going down for breakfast; hopefully Jake won’t give me an earful over walking in on us.” Shane added as he stood up. “What about you?”

“I’ve got a promo to do for the match.” I answered as I sat down on the bed. “Once I’m done I’ll come down and join you guys.”

“And that’s if we’re not already finished.” Shane answered before leaving the hotel room, once he closed the door I turned to the camera.

“One year ago I made my Sin City Wrestling debut and Summer XXXTreme II will mark the first anniversary of my PPV Debut, why am I bringing this up? Nostalgia reasons I guess but there’s one other reason as well, I want to do what I couldn’t do last year and that’s walk off the cruise liner with championship gold, it may be for a different title but I’ll make do!”

And to win back a title I was cheated out of.

“I may have lost my last chance to win a title at Sunday Night Seduction but I guess I impressed enough with my showing that they decided to give me a shot that I’ve wanted since the end of the Team Erick Debacle, a chance to win back the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, a title that was stolen from me by Joanne Carelli’s Team Erick Teammates and is now currently in the possession of Necra Octavian Kaine, I just gotta fight through five other Bombshells including Necra to get at the title!”

Yep, I’m starting with the champ!

“We’ve fought before Necra and each time you’ve beaten me, this time we’re fighting under a different set of rules and for all we know you could be the first woman to fall in the pool, I won’t mind since that will mean that I have one less opponent to deal with and that we’d pretty much be guaranteed to have a new champ by the end of the match, Necra, all I’m going to say is that your time as Bombshell Roulette Champion is on life-support.”

Next up is Laura Jackson.

“Speaking of the Roulette Championship, the fact still remains that I was cheated out of it by Amanda Cortez and Amy Marshall and if it weren’t for them I’d still be holding the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship but nope! Joanne Canelli had to be a coward by bringing her teammates into it! Why am I bringing this up? Because as far as I’m concerned Laura Jackson is guilty of that by association, you could’ve persuaded them to keep out of it but instead you left them to their own devices probably because you were busy “persuading” Erick to give you a pay raise once he took over SCW, which he off course didn’t! All I can say is this Laura, revenge will be a dish best served cold!”

Next up is the only Bombshell who I haven’t faced Mercedes Vargas.

“Mercedes is the only woman from SCW in this match who I haven’t faced before today and whilst the last time that happened I ended up facing off against Parand Ara somehow I doubt you’ll end up being as messed up as Parand is! Mercedes you may have impressed in SCW so far but as far as I’m concerned you won’t be winning the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship because that’s mine to win!”

Last but not least the ACW girls.

“I’m going to group the ACW girls together for one reason, besides the fact that they wrestle for ACW I don’t know much about them! That said I have seen Emma and Nessa’s matches and they are definitely great athletes! Unfortunately for them I am that much better in the ring and whilst this isn’t a conventional match by any stretch of the imagination I don’t care!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“Last year at Summer XXXTreme I boarded that cruise liner looking forward to my first opportunity at a title and unfortunately I ended up leaving without a title to my name, only new allies in the form of the New Xtremes, this year things will end differently! I’ll still be a member of the New Xtremes when all is set and done but I will be the new SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion as well! This is SCW’s Heavy Metal Bombshell Jessie Salco signing off whilst reminding the SCW Universe to make it metal and the other Bombshells in this match to kiss their hopes of winning the title good-bye!”

I left the hotel room as the scene fades.

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« Reply #2 on: August 10, 2013, 05:22:36 AM »
 OFF CAMERA: Italy (two days before losing the ACW Women's Championship)

On her own insistence, she was alone at one of the fanciest hotels in Italy— the room having been comped to her by CWF management as she was in town to take part in yet another battle royal for another title opportunity. Matt was busy, training for his own upcoming World Title defense against Simon Swinger in FTW. He'd been next to useless to her over the past few weeks, pushing himself so hard that he almost didn't notice she was even there.  She'd pulled away from her friends, fearful that they'd see how close things were to coming unraveled for her. She felt like a bad person for letting Mikaela twist in the wind, knowing that she needed her now more than ever. Mired in that mental soup, she couldn't even bring herself to log in to Twitter. She hadn't sat down to draft something— anything to say against Vixen. The whole game of cat and mouse had grown tiresome in ways she couldn't really explain.

There was no other sound in the hotel room, besides the faint pounding in her head. Once again she had a migraine brewing; she'd been crunching aspirins dry all afternoon. It was most likely stress, she knew, but the less rational part of her mind was fixated on compressed discs and cracked bones— she'd become a hypochondriac, it seemed. The fact that she was going to be going into her first title defense in ACW didn't do much to help matters, especially when it was against the likes of Vixen.

"Shut up," she muttered, leaping off the bed and stalking across the room towards the mini fridge, against her better judgment. What Matt didn't know certainly wouldn't hurt him. Odds were that he wouldn't even notice if she was half in the bag by the time he dragged himself back from the gym and rolled into bed. She rummaged inside; the sound of glass clinking together filled the thick silence. She was becoming unhinged, reverting back into the unstable psycho bitch she'd been last fall— not that she noticed. She'd always been pretty oblivious to that aspect of her personality.

"God, this sucks," she murmured, pawing through the bottles inside the fridge, trying to find one that struck her fancy.

On the screen of her laptop, the cursor blinked at the end of a few paragraphs of a blog she would probably never post.

Once upon a time I thought it would be cool to have friends in this business. Friends and family. I wanted to have an entourage, a group of people that I could hang out with, go shopping with— people I could call if I needed to chat. And then I hooked up with Matt Ford, my debut with CWF happened and it all fell apart.

There are things most of you don't know about me. And then there are things that everyone knows and recites like gospel: Nessa hates to lose. Take it one step further. She will do anything to win. It's true. I will do anything to secure a victory. I will break my bones. I will put my body on the line. I will double and even triple-cross friends, family members— doesn't matter. There are no friends between the ropes.

I'm not sure I even know myself anymore, let alone anyone else. I've become some deleted scene of overblown proportions. Some psycho bitch that makes everyone cringe. One thing is certain: if I fail spectacularly in my very first title defense, they'll be nodding and laughing because it was expected. I can't let that happen. I can't fail. I can't stand the thought of looking that ridiculous.


The laptop's screen went black as the green symbols of the Matrix code began to trickle down from the top. A moment later it fell to the floor, thankfully landing amid discarded pillows as she swept it aside before sprawling across the bed. She held an open bottle in each hand, both beer— one an imported Heineken and the other something called Nastro Azzurro. The pounding was growing worse, accompanied by a loud buzzing that she couldn't figure out the source of. Daylight was fading fast and the buzzing was inside her head.

She took a long swallow from one bottle, downing the contents in one shot. Her eyes drifted closed, as she tried in vain to shut out the relentless noise and the pain. The buzzing got louder, and she realized, finally, that it was her cell phone, buried beneath the pillow she lay on. Fishing it out, she glared at the display. Three missed calls, all from the same number with an unfamiliar area code. Jackson? Mikaela?

She didn't have time to ponder it too much before the phone danced in her hands, almost squirming from her grasp as it rang again. Groaning, she rolled over, knocking the empty beer bottle to the floor. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" The voice was gruff, definitely on the business side of pissed off. Jackson.

"What do you mean?" She snapped, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm sitting in my hotel room, pretending to be something I'm not."

"I know that, dipshit." There was a protracted inhale, and she knew he was lighting one of his cancer sticks. "And I'm downstairs in the fuckin' lobby, waiting for you—"

"Crap."

"Forgot, didn't you?" He didn't really seem surprised.

"Keep your shirt on," she mumbled, "I'll be there in five." Ending the call, she sat up slowly.

True to her word, she was out the door in less than five minutes. He stood in front of the window in the lobby, one foot propped on the ledge, leaning on his knee. His hair was getting shaggy, long over the ears, getting more silver every time she saw him. They were both getting too old, although he had eight years on her. With absent motions, he brought the cigarette to his lips, taking one last drag before crushing it out in the crystal ashtray on the ledge. He blew the smoke towards the vaulted ceiling, his brow furrowed in thought as he watched her walk towards him like a ghost in the reflection.

"You look like shit," he began, the voice raspy as he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it quickly, "how you holding up?"

"Not so good," she muttered, reaching out and taking the cigarette from his hand. She slipped it between her lips and took a long drag. "I have to ask you this, not because I'm trying to... get a handle on this whole champion business, or because I want to use it to cut a promo..." her eyes slid in the direction of the glass, almost as if she was paranoid that they were being watched.

"Then ask." He turned those dark eyes on her, staring.

"How do you do it?" her voice cracked, "how do you stay on top so effortlessly? How did you manage all those almost year-long reigns?"

"I don't know." He said slowly, shaking his head, "there's no easy answer to that. Shit, I've been struggling lately myself."

"You don't understand-" she started, but he cut her off with a look that would melt glass.

"First title. Yeah. I understand. My first was a fluke. I kept it for 295 days." He shrugged, "you were there. What did I do so different? I don't fucking know. You get it in your head that you're the champion, and you make that important. You breathe it. You fuckin' dream it. You jettison the baggage that doesn't matter and you keep your focus. Maybe not so easy for you. You're too worried about being a bitch on Twitter. Too wrapped with that self-righteous asshole—"

"Don't," she cautioned.

"It's true, Ness. He's a shitbag and he's gonna break your heart. The image doesn't matter; quit trying to be this good little girl just because you're hanging off his arm."

"I don't—"

"You do. This is who you are, Ness. A snarky little bitch who thinks she's a genius. You're not some puppy kissing sycophant. You go out there and you put ACW on notice instead of playing the touchy-feely respect shit your boyfriend gets off on."

She flinched, eyes narrowing as she opened her mouth to rip a strip off him for the audacity, and then giving up. There was no use in arguing. Brad Jackson was the only one on the planet who knew her inside and out and she had sold out completely.

"Tell me something," the words came from his lips along with a cloud of smoke, and she stiffened, wondering what he was going to ask, "you actually happy with this asshole?"

She groped for an answer, but the words died on her tongue as he reached out and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the door.

"C'mon," he snapped, "there's booze in the bar calling my name."

Half a minute later she was seated across from him, already sipping from a glass of red wine. The music wasn't that loud, just the sounds of some woman singing a sad song in Italian. It seemed fitting somehow. She toyed with a strand of her hair while she stared off into space.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Jackson said with that familiar look on his face. He was trying to read her, trying to dig beneath her walls.

"Yeah," Nessa replied, "but some things probably shouldn't be said."

"Yeah, not as long as you and that prick are attached at the hip. Where is he anyhow?"

"Shut up!" She shouted, cutting him off, "don't. Don't get in the middle of this, Brad. Please? I just... I needed someone to talk to and... I can't talk to Matt about this. I can't let him see that my confidence is all for show."

Jackson snorted in derision, and lifted his glass of Scotch to his lips. "If you can't talk to him about your feelings, your little love-fest is a trainwreck waiting to happen. You know that."

"Don't," she snapped, "don't talk about my love life, and I won't talk about yours. Just tell me how to beat her. I need to get inside her head. Tell me how to get under her skin?"

"Don't be stupid," he growled in response, "you want to beat her? Really? No-sell her as hard as she's gonna do you. Piss her off. The little egos can't take that and to me she seems pretty small-time. Big fish, little pond. I mean... SCW? RMP? Any place in the NWA is a backwater dive, babe. You know that... hey, talk about RMP— she was one of the few who remained after the mass exodus— shit, that's all I know of her, really. I know she gets around. Think she's actually wrestling in that other Sin City Wrestling where Amy Marshall works."

"Not helpful. I knew all that already from ten seconds on Google."

"Fine, shit. Whatever. What the hell do you want me to say? She's not invincible, Nessa. Right now, you are. You're the woman to beat. You're the one who hasn't been pinned clean or submitted since you started. It's all coming up roses and you're fixated on the shit that fertilized them. Snap out of it."

"That's it? That's the best you've got?"

"Sorry, babe. I'm not Yoda." He rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his drink, "shit or get off the pot— there is no try."

"You think he'll still love me if I lose?" She blurted the question so abruptly he almost jerked in surprise.

"No," laughter came from between his lips, "no fuckin' way I'm getting dragged into this conversation."

"Please, Brad. If it was Lyv sitting here, asking you the same thing-"

He shook his head, lips thinning down into that hard line as a furrow carved a slash between his dark brows. "She wouldn't, because if you have to ask yourself something like that, it's not love."

Nessa moved to her feet, striding towards the door. "God, you're so useless! I don't even know how Lyv stands you."

"Whatever," Jackson said, shrugging his shoulders. "Run off half-cocked like you always do. Nothing's changed— you're just a basket case with a title belt now."

"Shut up," she whispered vehemently, pressing her fists against her temples in childish frustration. "Stop being so....." she groped for a word but none came.

"Reasonable? Whatever, Ness. Do what you want. Let them see what they want. Frankly, I don't even fucking care anymore. Just remember my offer: I'll have your back when the time comes." He chuckled sarcastically. "You want advice. Here goes: I used to have this little thing... a mantra. Never sold any shirts with it... but it was good enough for getting that spark going. Rebel. Revolt. Riot. Buncha tired bullshit I used to say to psych myself up. Somewhere along the way it lost its meaning for me, but maybe it'll help you."

"Rebel? Against what? What's my revolution, Brad? I just want to be the best." She groaned, "rebel against the idea that Vixen is better than me?"

He laughed softly, leaning back in his chair, "right now, she is. I bet you dollars to fuckin' donuts that she isn't ripping herself to shreds over the prospect of facing you. She's probably already written you off. She's going to rip you apart and eat you alive and you'll be sitting on your ass with a stunned look wondering what the hell just hit you."

"I can beat her," her voice was small, "I did it before. I can..." swallowing hard, she continued, "do it again."

"Gonna have to convince me, because right now I see a sorry little bitch, sitting here whining about how much it sucks to be champion. Defending the belt is part of the deal, babe. Depressing, isn't it?" The words came from his lips as he shrugged, "revolt, Nessa. Take those words and put them in your heart."

"You make it sound so easy."

He smirked. "I don't expect this to rock your world." His voice was raspy, a throaty grumble, "this is your title reign. Make it what you want. You want to be known as a joke, so be it. You want to be the one who didn't hold it past the first defense— the transitional champion, then that's what you need to prepare for. You build your reality one brick at a time. Is this where you want to stay? Do you want to be the most feared and respected woman in ACW or is this just a passing thing?"

"You know I do."

"Then prove it. Not to me. To them. You can't run your mouth on the Internet and then expect them to take you seriously. It's not all about the mind game, Nessa. You need to slap the bitches back in line. The second they start to pick at your flaws— real or imagined, you need to be ready. You need to let that shit roll right off your back and be ready with a counter. Counterpoint. A fucking move to put them on their back. Whatever is necessary. You need to remember that pride ALWAYS comes before a fall. Perception is reality. This game, almost as much mental as it is physical... and you know you've got pretty much everyone in this locker room beat with that. Rockin' body. Brains galore. You outwitted all those bitches to win the thing in the first place, remember?"

"Yeah," she bowed her head, feeling like a child, "I just... I take this too seriously. I want to make him proud."

"For what it's worth, I'll be cheering for you. I'm sure there are others out there who will too."  

Nessa opened her mouth to reply, but at that precise moment, both of their cell phones began ringing. They exchanged a look and burst out laughing as they pulled out nearly identical phones. A familiar face flashed across her screen, making her grin— Matt! "I should probably take this," she said, already thumbing the button.

Jackson nodded, checking his own display, "yeah, me too," he replied.

Nessa was already moving away, talking quietly into the phone with a blush creeping over her cheeks, and the sappiest grin ever on her face. He watched her go, shaking his head. There was definitely something wrong with her, and it wasn't just that the pressures of being a champion were getting to her. He just hoped she managed to pull her head out of her ass before she cracked up completely.

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(Against The Wall blog posting || 08-09-2013)

So here we are. The streak was broken in ACW. I have LEGITIMATELY lost a match. Figured I'd bring that up so you won't have to. No, Virginia— there isn't a Santa Claus— but there is someone out there feeling pretty benevolent. When I read that there was an open challenge extended to the women of ACW on Twitter, I jumped at the opportunity. I bet you're wondering why. Go ahead and ask the question since it's apparently only rhetorical to me.

When you fall, you get back up and you try again.

Failure isn't the end of things. Nope. It's a learning experience and that ACW Women's Championship was my very first time holding a belt. EVER. So, I didn't make it past the first defense. I'm still in the record books as the first woman to hold it.

We'll be honest here. I actually lost a match before that one but I never really counted it because the guy who pinned me in BWF hit me with a FOREIGN OBJECT to pull that off. Not really one you want to chalk down in the column without that explanation in brackets next to it. Sounds pretty catty when I write it that way, but it's never my intention to be maliciously mean. I can't help but dwell on that niggly little thought in the back of my head. As far as battle royals go, I've won every single one I have ever been in.

In Femme Fatale Wrestling's Future Shock, I even won go-kart racing and bull riding. I think a little scuffle above a swimming pool is going to be easy enough.

It's a bit like déjà vu all over again when I stare at the names on my computer screen. Every last one sparks a memory, little tidbits of history coming into my head. The champion: Necra Kane. I've seen her mentioned before. I know that she held a tag team championship with Amy Marshall. I've heard whispers that she's tough but that's nothing more than hearsay until I see it for myself. Sure, I've reviewed tapes. I beat Emma Rose and Vixen to win my very first belt— I know Emma well— and then I fell flat on my face. The great ego strikes again. Not that I'm saying I screwed myself, because we all know Vixen is one of the best in the business. Hell, every woman in this match has been saddled with that particular moniker at one time or another; I'm sure even Laura Jackson has. I can't be bothered to keep track of all the personal lives of the women here, but I expect that if you're here, in this match, you probably deserve to be.

I'm thinking this is a good chance to reclaim that lost momentum. History repeats. I've been here before. I guess that makes me the most desperate one in this match? Probably not, since I know that Jessie Salco wants this belt back so bad she can taste it. I'm sure Laura and Mercedes have held belts in SCW too, although I don't really feel like resorting to Google out of sheer laziness. Hell, take that one further: they've ALL held belts here except me, right? Again, I might be wrong, but my guts tell me that's true.

I guess that means this is MY TURN.

Right, so last hurrah— in all seriousness— that's what this is. If I fail, I'm done. End of story. Unlike some of the other girls here, I do not (contrary to popular belief) get off on the drama. I don't want every facet of my life analyzed. I do not crave the spotlight 24/7. These days, I'd prefer to be invisible. Before you scoff and laugh at that, rolling your eyes while you remind me that I've been a spotlight hogging little bitch for more than ten years, I'll level with you. I enjoy crushing egos. I love the roar of the crowd, and reveling in the fact that I can, and most times do successfully defeat someone who's riding high on a cloud of hype (*cough-cough*Michelle Levinsky*cough*). I look at this opportunity like it's a sign— everything's been building to THIS moment— and now that I'm here it's do-or-die. You know? If I fail and someone else walks out with that belt, then I know I'm not really cut out to do this and I should go back to the media side of things. It'll be time for me to hang up those hot pink boots for the last time and leave this thing to the younger generation— girls like Emma Rose and that 13-year old bitch in CWF.

I keep asking myself how I could give it up, and it always boils back to one thing: the victim factor. I'm sick of ending up in that position. I remember the last time I was on a cruise— it was last October and the man I was dating proposed to me. Funny how things change. A month later I was voted off Future Shock and he dumped me like yesterday's trash.

I'd like to forget the number he did on my self-esteem, but I can't. The scars are still there, aching beneath the surface. I'd love to forget about all the people who've been destroyed in the wake of my passage. I'd list all the names, but they all know who they are, and the people reading this probably don't care. I could become a model. I've posed for pictures since college. I could do the model thing. I could sell juicers at four in the morning with a perfect Colgate smile while I talk about how awesome the product is. It's just sales. I do that crap in my sleep. This business is the same thing, except I'm selling a concept. I'm selling a belief— almost a religion— as I bounce around on your television screen, asking you to buy into me. I'm a bad girl. I'm CANADIAN BITCHSAUCE, and you're supposed to hate me. I put Hannah Collins in her place, forcing her to leave CWF in disgrace. I beat Emma Rose and Vixen in my very first ACW match. I beat Edwin Kerrigan. I threatened Michelle Levinsky and pissed off Chrystal. I....

Well, I haven't actually done much else, honestly. The truth of this is simple: my track record in matches like this, with titles, multiple competitors and gold on the line is about 99.99%. I won the ACW Championship against more than one woman, remember? And you know what? The day before I lost it, I also won a number one contender's battle royal in CWF for the Women's Championship. In my career I've outlasted and bested some of the scariest competitors to ever set foot between those ropes. And I've lost a match to a girl who EARNED respect in doing so: Vixen. In my last match, she somewhat implied that I was unworthy to be at this level right now. She acted like I was some usurper, and it's got me thinking. Maybe she's right. Maybe that's why I am banking so much on this. A lesser woman might have bitched and moaned, or crafted some catty little response. Some might have ranted and railed about the injustice, screaming SLANDER from the rooftops. Whatever. I said all I needed to say when she had to throw everything at me but the kitchen sink to pull out that win. I didn't go down easy and I never will.

God, I just read back over what I wrote, and I'm all over the place. Bi-polar blogging is what Nessa does best.  

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm far from ordinary. I cannot be lumped into the crowd. You know this, don't you? I rise above. That's always been my thing. I metaphorically slit my wrists and I bleed for the sake of the business. I bare my soul and I speak my mind. You need someone like me here. I keep the rest of your pathetic little egos in check. Admit it: you WANT someone like me here. If I win? Yeah, maybe I'll just decide I like Vegas more than Halifax.

The wrestling world needs a girl like me. Hell, SCW needs a girl like me. There's enough of those vapid little skanks who just sleep their way to the top. There's enough of those pretty little good girls who wouldn't say shit to you if they had a mouthful. There's enough Dawson's Creek drama to choke an iguana. I don't care what hot guy you're all fighting over on Twitter. Don't care how many of you want to sleep with the World Champion. I don't care who's backstabbing who. You need me to tell it like it is. I'm that good little bullshit meter with the smirk on her face and a sarcastic little laugh waiting in the wings.

I'm impulsive. Get to know me a bit better and that's always going to be a given. I think last and act first. Sometimes that leads to dire consequences. Sometimes it leads to me leaping without looking and almost killing myself in the process. Sometimes I bite off more than I can chew, and choke. And sometimes— the BEST times— I astound the critics. I soar like an eagle and I escape from the most precarious positions unscathed. I smash through glass ceilings like the best stunt woman in Hollywood without a scratch. Everyone knows my name: I am legendary.

And if I believed any of those things, I'd have an ego bigger than the cruise ship we're going to be wrestling on. Thankfully all I need to do is look at the belt around Vixen's waist to know that I am not perfect, or immortal. I can fuck things up royally and I have. The truth is, if she hadn't beaten me, things might be different going into this.

I might be cockier. I might be conceited.

Instead I'm filled with realism.

In a parallel universe, that probably happened. I probably beat Vixen in that timeline. I probably didn't contemplate suicide in that timeline when my fiancé dumped me and my dreams of competing in FFW imploded. Over there I'm probably perfect and shiny. Sometimes I wish I could go back and change things like that movie The Butterfly Effect. A more practical me would be worried about the consequences— thinking about Ashton Kutcher in a wheelchair— and that whole karma thing. Balances and checks and... yeah. Maybe all this garbage had to happen between last summer and now so that I'd be ready. Or maybe I'm just wearing those rose-coloured glasses again, trying to make myself feel better. I can't stand that whole "woe is me" Emo shit.  

This time is for real. I need this. I'm sure the rest of you are thinking the same thing. It's not really unique thinking. I guess I'm just looking at that survival as a reward for endurance. It's easier to wrap my head around that, then to think that this is a losing battle. I hate them. They ARE the enemy. They call me names but they know I'm just telling the truth. They feel the same way.

Everyone knows that while I'm not always the first to draw down, I'm always the one to draw first blood. That's not going to change. Not now. Not ever.

Blah, so here I am, sitting alone in a room with four walls. Four sides. Could be a hotel room. Could be a locker room. Could be a prison cell. The setting doesn't matter, because I am here, solid and REAL, firmly in control. Nothing will change when we're above that pool because I finally have my head screwed on straight. I'm back to being ME and ONLY ME. Not who I think he wants me to be.

Four sides— familiar as a wrestling ring. A million ways to fail. Thankfully I know a million-and-one to succeed.
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« Reply #3 on: August 10, 2013, 11:03:50 AM »
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Scene 1 – Not happy

Laura Jackson in her bedroom of the home she shared with Amanda Cortez and she was sighing as she grabbed a small black top and slipped it into a suitcase. She had on a white t-shirt with the words God may hate me but at least he knows me on it, blue jeans and black boots.

Laura Jackson
Ughhh why now!


Just then she felt someone come up behind her. She then turned and saw her girlfriend Amanda Cortez standing there. Amanda had wrapped her arms around Laura smiling as she did .

Amanda Cortez
Hey there sexy!


Laura looked at her and Amanda saw she wasn’t happy this made her panic!

Amanda Cortez
Laura what wrong? You know that I don’t like it when you are upset like this as it makes me nervous!


Laura looked at her and sighed.

Laura Jackson
I know it’s just that you have finally got time off and we can’t enjoy it to the fullest cause I got to leave tomorrow for this stupid boat trip! I mean yeah I get it’s a PPV on a boat and I get a title shot but really I don’t care about that. We hardly see each other anymore and I don’t like it.


Amanda looked at Laura and give her a stroke of her hair trying to make her feel better.

Amanda Cortez
I know it’s sucks but the only other option is for you to quit and I know you won’t do that! You take too much pride in your work to do that! Plus I seen you at my photo-shoots and you don’t mix well at them!


Laura looked at her and she was right about everything she said but it still she wanted more time with her.

Laura Jackson
I know but still it’s not the same on the road without you. I just wish you would come back on the road with me!


It was now Amanda who had the disappointment on her face.

Amanda Cortez
You know I would if I could but I’m so burnt out on wrestling if I go I will lose my mind! Look lets just go to our special place leaving our clothes behind and just enjoy each other the way we like too?


Laura looked at her and wrapped her arms around Mandy giggling as she did.

Laura Jackson
I love too but I have been told if I’m not on that boat on time I’m fired and I know when we go to that place we loses all track of time! However we can stay here and have fun. I managed to pick up a couple of new feathers from the recent Seduction show so maybe we could test them see which one you like best!


Mandy face lit up as she heard that.

Amanda Cortez
Oh I like that let me help you pack and then we can have some fun! So what match do you have at the PPV?


Laura smiled as she watched Mandy plant herself next to the case as Laura pulled out a leopard paint bikini and walked it over to the case.

Amanda Cortez
You are taking that one?


Laura Jackson
Yeah since you’re not coming I’m taking this one I like it and I’m wearing it. Pure and simple!


Amanda held her hands up.

Amanda Cortez
No need to bite my head off Laura! I know you want it so take it but you didn’t answer my question.


Laura Jackson
I’m in an X rules pool party match for the Bombshell Roulette title! Basically it’s me Necra probably the only woman I’m going to spend any time with at this point in the trip cause she the only one I can stand. Jessie Salco, Mercedes Vargas and then we got two people who are from our sister company least that what I heard of them call it the other day in Emma Rose and Nessa Wall!


Amanda Cortez
What a sister promotion?


Laura Jackson
Well from what I heard basically there is a company up in Canada called Atlantic Championship Wrestling they are a newish company but they have talent that SCW likes but need work so they send them there to work out the bugs so to speak! I caught some of it the other day and it’s good I saw some people I feel like they can step up so yeah I better watch them. Still at the end of the day I know that no matter what I’m going to claim that title and become the Bombshell Roulette champion for the first time in my career


Amanda stood up and give Laura a cheer.

Amanda Cortez
Yeah you will and you know the best thing we can have some private fun with the belt like when you get down on your knees and worship me like the goddess I am!


Laura looked at her and smirked.

Laura Jackson
Oh really


With that Laura wrapped her arms around Mandy and started to tickle her. Amanda started to laugh as Laura pinned her to the bed and did this. Mandy cried out for mercy from Laura but it wasn’t coming and at this point the screen turned black.

End of RP
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« Reply #4 on: August 10, 2013, 04:04:47 PM »
 
Act 1: Leaving Port

"Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time."
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The scene opens on the docks of San Fransisco. The morning sun was shinning brightly over the harbor as sails from the sailboats moved slowly along the crystal clear water. The Golden Gate Bridge shimmered in the sun, casting it's shadow onto either side of the bridge and onto the guard towers that sat beside the base of the tower. Cars moved in silence over the bridge as they traveled to Oakland, and into the city heading off to work or home after a long night on the graveyard shift. Tourists take pictures from the parks on either side of the bridge, and taking in the sites around the city. The massive cruise ship that waited by the docks, sat idle waiting for the last few of their passengers to arrive and soon it would be taking off once again into the wild blue sea. The SCW crew had been on the docks for hours making sure everything was ready for the show in two weeks time, for the great event that no one would forget any time soon. Fans lined the barricaded area in hopes of catching glances of their favorite stars as they arrived. A black limo soon pulls up, and out steps Necra. The crowd cheers loudly as she looks around, and waves before heading toward the port authority. Sara, Ex and Sothren step out behind her, as the driver opens the trunk.

Port Authority: Are these all yours ma'am?

Necra: Yes. And before you ask the same questions that I hear every time I walk into an airport... They've been with me the entire time, no one has asked me to put anything in my luggage at any time, no I have no sharp objects in said bags, and no I have nothing to claim.

The Port Authority looks at her and doesn't smile, but just shakes his head as she walks by him and moves to the young man that stood by the gangplank. She hands him the tickets and looks back at Ex who was helping them carry the many pieces of luggage from the trunk to the pile that had been already gathered.

Young Man: Welcome aboard the Royal Monarch Miss Kane. Enjoy your stay with us.

Necra smiles and starts to head up the gangplank as Sara and the others followed behind her. The ship itself was massive in size, and seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Fans were moving around the ship taking pictures of the superstars as they passed by. A few of the Bombshells had already laid claim to poolside on of the upper levels and Necra sighs as she sees Misty with her servants fawning over her. They head for the inside where shops lined either side of the hallways, with a glass elevator that moved through the center of the ship. Necra looks up and smiles knowing that it would be a trip that would be worth the time.

Ex: Holy crap this place is huge!

Necra: I know. I wonder where our suite is.

Soth: I don't know but I think I'll stay around here for a bit.

Voice: Miss Kane?

Necra turns around and there stood a young woman in one of the ships uniforms. She smiles softly and bows to her.[/COLOR]

Necra: Can I help you?

Woman: Miss Kane, my name is Ellena and I'll be your guide over the next two weeks. They have assigned each of us to the staff and superstars of the SCW to cater to anything you need. If you're ready to head to your room, I'll gladly take you now.

Necra: Thank you. I have a feeling if I don't have someone to at least show us where we are staying it would take me two weeks just to find my room.

Ellena: It's our pleasure. You have two rooms actually. They interconnect so you don't even have to go out into the hallways if you don't want to. There's six dinning areas for you to enjoy, along with a full casino and other things for you and your company to enjoy while you stay with us for the next two weeks.

Necra smiles softly and they start to follow Ellena toward their state rooms. They head to the glass elevator and step inside. Necra leans against the back of the glass car and stares out at the passing floors. They soon reach their floor and they step out into a narrow hallway. Ellena leads the way to the end of the hallway and stops in front of two doors. She pulls out a key card, and slides it through the reader before handing it to Necra. They walk inside and Necra looks around. It was a bit smaller then she liked but it would do. Ellena hands Sara another card after she opens the other room, and bows once again before walking off. Necra lies back on the bed, and sighs. It was a bit hard, but she could live with it. Ex lies beside her, as Sara comes through the connecting door.


Necra: I don't know where I'm going to put everything. I mean considering how small these state rooms are.

Sara: Aunt Stacy did tell you that you shouldn't have packed so much.

Necra: I know. Oh well if I have to put some in your room it won't matter right Sara?

Sara: No ma'am. I only packed one bag.

Ex: I'm with Sara. My stuff is one of the duffel bags that was sitting in the trunk. I never did understand why you needed so much stuff when you traveled.

Necra: I have to be prepared for anything sweety. Besides I have to decide what skimpy little thing I'm going to wear for my match this week.

Ex: That's a match I can't wait to see. I mean  sexy women in the middle of that ring is going to be a sight to see.

Necra sits up and looks at him. Her dark eyes were burning a hole right through him, as she stared.

Ex: I mean... You're going to be the hottest one in that match... And I know that you're going to win.

Necra: I know I will. I don't plan on losing this match or my title anytime soon. Let's head out onto the deck. We'll be leaving soon.

Ex: I'll be there in a bit. I'm going to go and check out the bars after the luggage comes.

Necra: All right. Sara stay and make sure everything gets here in one piece.

Sara: Yes ma'am.

Necra gets to her feet, and opens the door. The hallway was quiet, and was empty which surprised Necra. She knew the tickets to the show had been sold for weeks, and that meant that each of the ships state rooms would be full as well. She heads for the elevator and waits for it to come up, and leans against the wall, as she waited.

Necra: I remember doing this with another company and I have to admit that it was fun. It gives us some time to get away from the sights and sounds of the large cities and any trouble that we have won't really matter once we reach international waters. This match is going to be one that no one will forget for a very long time. You see I'm not willing to give up my title just yet and I plan on fighting anyone that stands in my way. That's why over the next two weeks before our match I'm going to be training, just to make sure that it doesn't leave my side just yet. Of course none of you are even worthy of even touching my title, so you better hope that I mess up and fall into that pool before the end. But of course... That's not going to happen is it?

Necra smiles to herself, as the doors slide open revealing the glass car. She steps inside, and leans against the back of the car. The car goes down, and soon she is on the main floor. People had already started to gather around the shops and started to move out onto the decks to say goodbye to those that waited on the docks below. Necra moves to the deck, and looks down seeing that it was now full of fans that had come out to see the ship off. The Bombshells clung to the railings waving to their fans, as did the guys. The ship's whistle lets out a loud whistle and before to long the ship is pulling away from the dock and heading out into the harbor and toward the Pacific Ocean. The crowd had started to disperse and Necra stood with a few people that wanted to see the last sight of the Golden Gate Bridge disappear into nothingness. Necra walks along by herself as they finally pull out from the harbor and into the open waters of the clear blue ocean. She stops and leans against one of the railings looking out onto the horizon.

Necra: Open waters at last. Such a beautiful place, and a very deadly one when you know what really lies beneath the rolling waves. The sailors of old knew there was a lot more out there than was ever put into the history books.  Even in the Book of Books they are mentioned and even described in full detail of what they are. They are myths and legends that only a few people have ever seen.

The cruise ship moves further out into the open waters of the Pacific. The waters were clear and shimmered brightly in the late afternoon sun. Dolphins soon appeared at the bow of the ship, leaping out of the water, and trying out race the ship that was behind them. Necra smiles softly and stares down at the water, watching them leap as high as they could before going back into the clear water far below.

Necra: Dolphins are creatures of the sea play and jump through the water, but further down in the depths of the darkness there are things that should not be. They say that a creature that is over 60 feet long lies in wait for those that fall into the depths. The creatures eyes are as big hubcaps from semi trucks if not bigger. The arms reach high into the sky, past the tallest ship mast, and it's beak as sharp as razors and will crush anything with a single bite. But of course that's not the only thing that lurks deep down is it? There are things in this world that we can only dream of and maybe one day they will be found. They are like me, they shouldn't exist but yet here I am. I am one of many things that come from legends and myths of the world, but yet I stand here before you, and you can see that I am what I say I am.

As she looks back at the camera her eyes seem to shift into a red color before shifting back to their normal dark brown. She turns back to the water, and that's when she saw it. Faces. The faces in the water looked up at her, with looks of dread upon them. They are usually not seen unless it was a stormy night, but she could see them. They called out for help even from the depths of their watery graves, begging to be released from the demon Davey Jones, but there was nothing she could do. He had already laid claim to their souls and they were damned in more ways than Necra knew of. She turns from the water, and sighs uttering something in a dead language before walking away and toward another part of the ship. Her long toga trailed behind her, billowing in the wind behind her as she moved slowly.

Necra: Before I left I saw a few of my dear opponents promo's and I have to say that I'm not impressed with any of them. Let's start with Jessie. Like you said you and I have faced each other and I walked away with the win, and when I did I looked back at the ring, and I laughed. I got the upper hand, and managed to walk away while you were laid out wondering where you went wrong. For one you underestimated me and thought I was nothing more than a joke. The last time we met it was a simple warning, but this time... You will fall, and walk away with nothing. I'm not afraid of you, and never will be. You are not worthy of having the Bombshell Roulette Title in your hands. Hell you aren't even worthy enough to polish it. You can claim that you are going to take it away from me, but you still have three other people to worry about now don't you? I know you're going to focus on me, but you better worry about the others before you even start anything with me.

She leans against one of the railings once again, feeling the wind and salt air against her face. She pushes back a strand of long hair, but to no avail. It just blows back into her face once again.

Necra: As for this Nessa girl, I don't really think I have anything to fear from. You really don't seem like you even belong in any company like this. You lost your own title and now you want to take mine away from me. Hardly. I'm not going to let you walk into the SCW and take it away from me that easily. You are another one that is not worthy to even look upon the Roulette title. I don't care what you do, or even how hard you try to tell me that you are going to get it, because you like Jessie and the rest will walk away with nothing. I don't know anything about you, and I really don't care to. All you want is my title and to prove to yourself and the rest of the ACW that you can stand against someone like me, and walk away with the title. How wrong you are. It's funny you mentioned Jessie and how you are better then her, but you never mentioned me, and yet I'm the one holding the title... You are truly pathetic aren't you?

Necra stares out into the horizon, and something rather large is on the surface. It stays still for a moment before leaping into the air and going back underneath. It's body seemed long and almost snake like as it moved back under the waves and disappears.

Necra: Laura you and I have faced each other more times then I can even remember. I do believe that each time that we have met, I've won those matches, and this match will be no different will it Laura? I know how you move, what your tells are, and that you will fall on your face when you try to stop me once again. I'm not going to back down from this match, and I will never let you get your hands on a piece of gold that you're not worthy of having. I mean last week you and Canelli had the chance to become the Bombshell Tag Team Champions and you blew it. So what makes you think you deserve to be the Roulette Champion? The thing is you don't have what it takes and I will make sure that you don't get your hands on it no matter what you do. As for Mercedes... I can't figure out why you are even stepping into that ring with me again. What lesson did you not learn the last time that you faced me? I beat the holy hell out of you and yet you are still coming back for another chance to beat me. You have already proven that you are nothing to someone like me and yet you are still trying to prove to yourself and the rest of the locker room that you can be a Bombshell, and you will never be one... Or at least not like me. I've proven myself time and time and again, and shown the world and the rest of them that I have what it takes to be a champion.

Necra's eyes seem to shift into a bright blue color before flashing back to their normal color.

Necra: Emma I really don't know anything about you. I'm sure that you are capable of and I will watch you with interest just to see what you can truly do. But there is still one thing that you have to worry about, and that's me. I'm going to do whatever I can to keep it. Tell me Emma what will you do to take the Roulette Title away from me? How far will you go to stop me? How long will you be able to stand against me, before you fall and know that you never should have gotten into the ring with me? I will not go easy on you, nor will I just stand by and let you five fight for what is rightfully mine. I've had this title for the last few months and I don't on giving up on it now. I will hold onto it as long as I can, and only release it from my cold dead hands when someone worthy finally takes it from me. Tell me do you think you are the one that is worthy enough to take this title from me? Do you think that you deserve it more than the others? If you think you are then try and take it from me. My time as the Bombshell Roulette Champion isn't over yet, and it never will be, until one that worthy appears. I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the Black Lady, and the Reaper of Souls. Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see death... See you soon ladies.

Necra walks off and along the deck alone heading back toward the inside. The sun still sparkled on the bright water as the ship sailed silently. As the cruise ship moves through the water beneath the waves and the foam all that could be seen is a very large eye staring up at the camera as the scene fades to black.
I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the Grim reaper... and your soul belongs to me.

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« Reply #5 on: August 10, 2013, 11:55:10 PM »
 
T R I V I A L | P U R S U I T

ON-CAMERA || QUEENS, NEW YORK || SATURDAY, AUGUST 10, 2013


>[REC. ]

«We open this scene with a view of Mercedes Vargas sitting on the edge of an armchair in her New York apartment. Behind her, a fire is lit in the fireplace while music, preferably free form jazz, plays in the background. Make of that what you will.»

"Hi, I'm Mercedes Vargas! You might have seen me in photo shoots and gracing the pages of various fashion magazines, on television as an actress and TV host, or as the mistress of a disgraced Senator from South Carolina. Okay, that last part wasn't true, but work with me here."

«Her infectious smile radiates the room as she shakes her finger at the camera.»

"What you've probably seen me doing these days is mixing it up in the wrestling ring, where I became a multi-time tag team champion, former television champion and world champion in addition to other championships and accolades. Now, when you have been wrestling as long as I have, you start to get these unusual cravings for things. Like pickled ice cream, watching the Twilight trilogy on loop and, yes, acquiring a taste for…free form jazz. And show tunes, on occasion."

«She gets up and begins walking around.»

“In less than two weeks, Sin City Wrestling presents its hottest event of the summer, aptly named Summer XXXtreme II, which will be live on pay-per-view on August 18 from the Royal Monarch. There are plenty of matches to look forward to that night, including the triple threat match for the Bombshell Championship and the six-man main event for the SCW World Championship, but most importantly there is the match where I will be involved in for the Bombshell Roulette Championship in a, say this with me, X RULES POOL PARTY MATCH! What the "X" in an X Rules Pool Party match stand for, I'll never know. What does the X Rules mean? Xerox rules? Xylophone rules? Xenophobia rules?"

«She stops nearby the fireplace and picks up a book leaning above on the mantle.»

“Perhaps even more perplexing is what I've read for the preview. Can you believe this? The stuff they say about this match is downright hilarious. ‘Long-time champion Necra Octavian Kane?’ Ha! Are you kidding me? She’s been Bombshell Roulette Champion for three months. Listen, SCW, when she can hold a title for six months, then come talk to me. When she can hold a title for 365 days or more, then come talk to me.

"Necra doesn't scare me. In fact, I bet there isn’t a single Bombshell on the roster that is afraid of her. Pretty sure the other girls in this match see her as a paper champion. With apologies to them, this match is really between me and her."


«She leans forward on the armchair as one arm goes rigid on top of it while she holds her other hand at her chin.»

"Congratulations, Necra, you defeated me, in a gimmick match no less, but you defeated me just the same. You should have just been happy that you’re champion for another few weeks, walk like an Egyptian, and go about your business, but no. You had to take it to another level, didn’t you? You took that paddle and smashed it across my head, and for what? To prove you’re a badass? To prove you're better than me? Oh, you proved something, alright. You proved, Necra, that you’re a sore winner! But we all know that the real winner is me. Because I beat you, Necra. I beat you. In fact, I have continued to beat you. I’ve beat you physically. I’ve beat you emotionally. And I beat you (smugly taps her temple with her fingertip) mentally.

«Mercedes picks up her iPad and turns the device around as a video plays on it. It is the outcome of the Paddle on a Pole match between Mercedes and Necra from the Sunday Night Seduction show just 13 days ago. Mere moments after the bell sounds, Necra is seen celebrating her most recent title defense and Mercedes laid out after Necra literally broke the paddle over Mercedes’ head prior to that.  The ruined object is next to her while the half landed near the ring apron. Brandi Shotze, the referee for the evening, continues admonishes the champ for her actions before attending to Mercedes in the ring. Necra promptly leaves the ring and up the ramp as her entrance music plays. She doesn’t even acknowledge the fans or the two extra female referees running down to the ring. The camera cuts to Mercedes just coming to, though she quickly grabs her head, wincing in pain from the unprovoked attack.»

«Having to relieve that scene causes her to shake her head before looking up at the camera again.»

"That stunt you pulled after the match proved it. (placing the iPad on the table in front of her) "To be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever get another shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship, let alone be on the pay-per-view card. As it turns out, not only am I going to be on the card, but I’m going to continue to beat you, Necra. This match means something different for everyone involved: For the other girls, this match is about a championship. For you, it’s about your next title defense and keeping that belt around your waist for as long as you can. For me? For me, this goes way beyond a championship. This goes beyond winning and losing. This is way beyond taking that title off you. This is personal. Because that’s what you've made this."

«Her eyes doesn't meet the camera as she looks down for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she brings her hands to her face. This was something that she herself did not want to get herself into. If it's a war Necra wanted, then she certainly bargained for one at the pay-per-view, whether she liked it or not. A short sigh and she looks up again, a determined stance in her voice, a redemptive fire in her eyes.»

"I don’t give a damn who wins this match, quite honestly. I could care less if the title ends up in that third world country North of the Border or that barren wasteland they call Down Under. All I care about is exacting my revenge against you at Summer XXXtreme. All I care about is kicking your ass in eight days at Summer XXXtreme. And if I have to take out the competition one by one before I get to you, then so be it. If I end up being the first Bombshell plunged into the pool, I’m taking you down with me, bitch. No, to hell with that. This whole pool party thing doesn't do it for me. I don’t want to see you fall into some kiddy pool. No, I rather see your ass sent overboard and watch you drown in the Pacific Ocean.

"This match isn’t all that different than when you initially won the Bombshell Roulette Championship way back in April, well, maybe except for one small difference, Necra: At Hostile Takeover, you were a part of the winning team in a steel cage match, which allowed you to have that title around your waist. This time around? This time, you’re walking into this match with no one but yourself to rely on. You're walking into this match with no friends to call on. You're on your own."

«A pause is met as she moves over to the armchair again and sits down, placing one leg over the other.»

"Lauren Jackson and Jessie Salco, I actually envy the both of you, because, well, you had success in this company, and it didn't take you long to do it. Now, Laurie, I know you and I have met before on pay-per-view, and you may or may not have forgiven me for what I said about you before then, but I just want you to know that I forgive you. As for Jessica, it seems to me SCW loves handing out second chances. Although you fell short against Roxi at Sunday Night Seduction, and Misty before then, you're a fighter through and through. Like I said, I'm not ruling out anyone in this match and you're sure to be a handful."

«Reaching for the control, she picks it up and points at the CD player, turning it off. She wanted this last session to not fall on deaf ears.»

"And last, but certainly not least, is Team ACW. Now, don't get me wrong, I did not leave the two special guest entries because they are important or because they are any less of a threat. I think the only threat they'll have is dealing with jetlag from coming all the way from their respective countries. It's nice to know that the voice of reason has finally arrived. That voice of reason is Nessa Wall. You know, for someone who calls herself a former reporter, I would have thought you at least carry yourself as one. Yeah, I read your little blog, and uh, there was some discrepancies that I want to address. First of all, much like yourself, I've actually never held a SCW championship. I'm not sure who that other Mercedes is, but one thing I do know is she's not me. Maybe doing a little homework might have helped you there, though you have to wonder if you were as lazy when you were a reporter then as you are now.

"Secondly, I was under the impression that reporters were supposed to be fair, accurate, and balanced, but, again, you failed to do that. You know what else has four sides? A box. And it seems to me, Little Miss Ten-Year Veteran - and yes, that's what I'll be calling you from now on because that's the kind of thoughtful and generous person I am -  that you've deemed it fit to put everyone in your own little box. I'm sorry if you were expecting Desperate Housewives of SCW. Maybe if you took off your rose-colored glasses for a moment, sweetheart, you would find that there are some of us who are serious about wrestling just as much as you are, if not more. People like me who are talented, hardworking, and have decided to be more than just pandering show ponies or pointed and oogled at like the main attraction at the damn circus and getting a paycheck every week.

"If I don't criticize you for loving Miley Cyrus, you don't get to sit there in your ivory tower and label people just because you have yet to get in the ring with them. That just shows your ignorance right there, Vanessa Wallace."

"See what I did there? Remember, kids: A little ignorance is a dangerous thing."


«She smiles.»

"I’ve seen what you’ve done lately over in the ACW, and I for one was impressed with how you carried yourself as the first-ever Women’s Champion, and it’s just too bad that your reign ended but it really truly began. I feel for you.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m almost sure that you’re a little peeved that you lost to your fellow Canadian, but hey, it was a good run while it lasted, and while you are due a rematch with her at some time, this match right here just might soften the blow.  You’re angry right now. Desperate right now of getting another title on your waist, and hey you just might do it. Now, just because I haven’t heard of you or Emma Rose for that matter, and vice versa, doesn’t mean that I don’t think that either of you can walk out of this match with the title. Look at the bright side. At least you will booked on a regular basis instead of, say, onece a month?"

«She shrugs her shoulders.»

"To the Canadian Bitchsauce, who is more like a fajita, more streak, less sizzle, I hope you live up to every word. Otherwise, here's your story. Here's your headline...Nessa Wall boards another lonely flight back to Toronto with nothing to show for it."

«Mercedes yawns and stretches as she gets up. Looking over at the time from a clock near a centerpiece on the far wall, then checking her watch for accuracy, she faces the camera.»

"So, final words, I hope you all bring your A-game at Summer XXXtreme, because I sure will be. And Necra, sweetheart? If I were you, and I'm sooooooooo glad I'm NOT, I would count the days, hours, minutes, seconds, to prepare for what's coming to you. You best believe I'm going to be out to ruin your summer."

«Our scene fades on Mercedes waving at the camera, adding a smile as she does so and we fade to black.»
« Last Edit: August 11, 2013, 12:12:12 AM by Mercedes Vargas »

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<span style="color:Orange">SCW ACCOMPLISHMENTS
2x SCW Hall of Famer (Class of 2018, Class of 2022)
World Bombshell Champion (x2)
Bombshell Roulette Champion (x4)
Bombshell Internet Champion 
World Bombshell Tag Team Champion (x3; w/Traci Patterson (x2) and Delia Darling (x1)
World Mixed Tag Team Champion (x3; x2 w/Kain, x1 w/Goth)
Third Bombshell SCW Triple Crown Champion (6th SCW Triple Crown Champion overall)
First-ever and only 2x, 3x and 4x Bombshell Triple Crown Champion in SCW history (most ever by a female wrestler)
Second Bombshell Grand Slam Champion (4th SCW Grand Slam Champion overall)
Fastest wrestler to 100 career matches on Climax Control (October 2019)
First-ever fourteen-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and fourteenth title (November 28, 2021)
(2968 days/97 months between October 2013 and November 2021/8 years, 1 month, 15 days)
First-ever thirteen-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and thirteenth title (April 11, 2019)
(2737 days/89 months between October 2013 and April 2021/7 years, 5 months, 29 days)
First-ever twelve-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and twelfth title (June 30, 2019)
(2086 days/68 months between October 2013 and June 2019/5 years, 8 months)
First-ever eleven-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and eleventh title (September 16, 2018)
(1799 days/59 months between October 2013 and September 2018; 4 years, 11 months)
First-ever ten-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and tenth title (July 22, 2018)
(1743 days/57 months between October 2013 and July 2018; 4 years, 9 months)
First-ever nine-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and ninth title (September 24, 2017)
(1442 days/47 months between October 2013 and September 2017; 3 years, 11 months)
First-ever eight-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and eighth title (May 15, 2016)
(945 days/31 months between October 2013 and May 2015; 2 years, 7 months)
Longest consecutive pay-per-view appearance 66+ consecutive events since June 23, 2013 SCW pay-per-view debut)
Only woman to compete at every SCW pay-per-view in a calendar year for five consecutive years (2014-2018)
Only woman to compete at every SCW pay-per-view in a calendar year for 10 consecutive years (2014-2023)
One of two wrestlers and the first woman to win five different SCW championships (July 22, 2018)
1743 days/57 months (4 years, 9 months)
First-ever two-time World Bombshell Tag Team Champion (w/Traci Patterson) (June 29, 2014)
First-ever two-time World Mixed Tag Team Champion (w/Kain) (September 16, 2018)
First-ever five-time tag team champion overall in SCW history (September 16, 2018)
1652 days/54 months (4 years, 6 months)
Previously held record for Most career wins by a female wrestler in SCW history (December 16, 2018)
Previously held record foor Most career wins on Climax Control by a female wrestler in SCW history (February 3, 2019)
First-ever seven-time singles champion overall in SCW history (passing Goth for most career singles championship reigns all-time), most by a female wrestler
First-ever six-time singles champion overall in Bombshell history, (tied with Goth for most career singles championship reigns all-time in SCW history)
1442 days/47 months (3 years, 11 months)
One of six female wrestlers (Misty, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Joanne Canelli, Roxi Johnson) and the second fastest to win a title in three consecutive years (May 31, 2015)
595 days/19 months (1 year, 7 months)
Second female wrestler, one of three (Amy Marshall, Roxi Johnson) and the second fastest to win a title in four consecutive years (February 14, 2016)
854 days/28 months (2 years, 4 months)
Only female wrestler to win a championship in six consecutive years:
1743 days/57 months (4 years, 9 months)
(Bombshell Roulette Championship, 2013, 2014; World Bombshell Tag Team Championship, 2015; Bombshell Internet Championship, 2016; World Bombshell Championship, 2017; World Mixed Tag Team Championship, 2018) 
Only woman in SCW history to become a multiple-time champion with four sets of titles (September 16, 2018)
Only woman to become a multiple-time champion with the Bombshell Roulette (x3), World Bombshell Tag Team (x3), World Bombshell (x2) and World Mixed Tag Team Championships in a career (September 16, 2018)
One of two women (Amy Marshall) and one of three wrestlers overall (Marshall, Rage) in SCW history to become a multiple-time champion wirh three sets of titles (February 14, 2016)
Third woman, one of only five (Joanne Canelli, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Roxi Johnson) and the third fastest in SCW history to become a multiple-time champion with the SCW Bombshell Roulette (x3), World Bombshell Tag Team (x3) and Bombshell Internet Championships in a career (February 14, 2016)
First woman and one of only four (Veronica Taylor, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco) to become a multiple-time champion with the Bombshell Roulette and World Bombshell Tag Team Championships (June 29, 2014)
Second woman and one of three (Vixen, Sam Marlowe) to become a multiple-time champion with the Bombshell Roulette and World Bombshell Championships (September 24, 2017)
Third woman and one of only three (Misty, Raynin) to become a multiple-time champion with the World Bombshell Tag Team and World Bombshell Championships (September 24, 2017)
Only female wrestler to become a multiple-time champion with the World Bombshell and World Mixed Tag Team Championships (September 16, 2018)
Second Bombshell after Any Santino and one of six female wrestlers (Roxi Johnson, Mikah, Crystal Caldwell, Keira Fisher-Johnson) to win all three singles championships (September 16, 2018)
One of five women (Kittie, Vixen, Joanne Canelli, Delia Darling) to have never lost their first match of a new year and the first to do so four years in a row (June 2013 debut, January 2014, 2015, 2016)
Second wrestler male or female after Jessie Salco and one of three (Jessie Salco, Roxi Johnson) to reach 50 career PPV matches (Into the Void X, 23 May 2021)
First wrestler male or female to reach 60 career PPV matches (High Stakes X, November 22, 2022)Most career PPV matches in SCW (surpassed Jessie Salco with 59, Violent Conduct VIII, September 4, 2022)
Most career matches on Climax Control<Most career matches in SCW
One of three women to have never lost their first supercard match of a new year and the first to do so five years in a row (June 2013 debut, January 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017) 
First-ever SCW Queen for a Day battle royal winner (December 2 Dismember III supershow, December 13, 2015)
Second Bombshell to have wrestled 100 TV/PPV matches, fastest in history to reach milestone (September 3, 2017)
(1554 days, or 51 months between June 2013 and September 2017)
Fifth woman to have wrestled 50 TV/PPV matches, third fastest in history to reach milestone (July 19, 2015)
(777 days, or 25 months between June 2013 and July 2015)
Second-longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion 
September 14, 2014 - March 8, 2015 (175 days; 5 months, 22 days; held record for longest singles reign for 17 months after reign ended)
Most consecutive/successful title defenses, 5;
[record tied by Sam Marlowe twice on 24 September 2017 and 7 April 2019]
Second most combined consecutive/successful title defenses, 7; broken on 26 January 2019; [held record for most combined defenses for four years after third reign ended]
Second woman to have held Bombshell Roulette Championship three times (after Necra Octavian Kane) (September 14, 2014) 
Fourth woman and one of five (Misty, Vixen, Necra Octavian Kane, Jessie Salco) to have held a Bombshell singles title three times (September 14, 2014) 
Only woman to record four title reigns in a single year
(2014, winning the Bombshell Tag Team (March, June) and Bombshell Roulette (January, September) Championships two times each)
First woman in SCW history to go unpinned/unsubmitted in singles matches for up to an entire year (365 days) or more (434 days)
Longest Bombshells singles unpinned/unsubmitted streak in SCW history
(June 2, 2013 - August 10, 2014) -
14 months, 8 days/434 days overall/62 weeks
Longest Bombshells unpinned/unsubmitted streak in SCW history 
(June 2, 2013 - March 30, 2014)
9 months, 28 days/301 days overall/43 weeks
[Held record from March 30, 2014 - March 21, 2016
722 days/23 months, 3 weeks/103 weeks and 1 day]</span>

<span style="color:gold">The Checklist</span>
<span style="color:grey"><span style="color:gold">Faith</span>
Ambrosia Grey/Joanne Canelli/Laura Jackson
<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco</span>
Nessa Wall/Jessie Salco (x2)
<span style="color:gold">Nessa Wall (x2)</span>/Traci Patterson
Misty/Vixen
<span style="color:gold">Traci Patterson (x2)</span>
Lizzie Short/Traci Patterson (x3)/<span style="color:gold">Joanne Canelli (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall</span>
<span style="color:gold">Traci Patterson (x4)</span>/Jessie Salco (x3)
Emma Rose/Joanne Canelli (x3)
Roxi Johnson/Electra Styles
Jessie Salco (x4)/<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall (x2)</span>
Felony Fontana/Rock Rose
Trishelle Jordan/Traci Patterson (x5)
Misty (x2)/Roxi Johnson (x2)/Amy Marshall (x3)
Necra Octavian Kane/<span style="color:gold">Natalie McKinley</span>/Joanne Canelli (x4)
<span style="color:gold">Necra Octavian Kane (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Cynthia Warren</span>
<span style="color:gold">Zuri Chastain</span>
<span style="color:gold">Zuri Chastain (x2)</span>/Traci Patterson (x6)
<span style="color:gold">Traci Patterson (x7)</span>
Caleb Houston/Roxi Johnson (x3)
Amy Marshall (x4)/<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco (x5)</span>
Amanda Cortez/Veronica Taylor
Amanda Cortez (x2)/Veronica Taylor (x2)
<span style="color:gold">Raynin</span>
Amy Marshall ((5)/<span style="color:gold">Raynin (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Alexis Edwards</span>
<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall (x6)/Kate Steele/Traci Patterson (x8)/Kahlan "Bliss" Fischer</span>
<span style="color:gold">Zuri Chastain (x3)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Alexis Edwards (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Melanie Gabrielle</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe</span>
<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall (x7)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Crystal Millar</span>
<span style="color:gold">Celeste North</span>         
Dax Beckett/<span style="color:gold">Celeste North (x2)</span> 
James Tuscini/<span style="color:gold">Trish Newborn</span>  
Ivan Darrell/Amanda Cortez (x3)
<span style="color:gold">Kate Steele (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Otaki</span>  
<span style="color:gold">Bobbie Dahl</span>
<span style="color:gold">Polly Playtime</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x3)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Trinity Jones</span>
<span style="color:gold">Seleana Zdunich</span>
<span style="color:gold">Dani Weston</span>
<span style="color:gold">Charlotte Elliot</span>/Daniel J Morgan
Antrax/Iron Maiden
Samantha Marlowe (x4)/Caleb Storms
Kate Steele (x3)/Jessie Salco (x6)
<span style="color:gold">Sierra Williams</span>/Ella Singleton
<span style="color:gold">Apple Coren</span>
<span style="color:gold">Ella Singleton (x2)</span>
Amanda Cortez (x4)/<span style="color:gold"> Daniela V. Rodgers</span>
<span style="color:gold">Trinity Jones (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x5)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco (x7)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x6)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Keira Fisher-Johnson</span>
<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco (x8)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Apple Coren (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Bea Barnhart</span>
<span style="color:gold">Pandora Barrett</span>
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« Reply #6 on: August 11, 2013, 01:13:49 AM »
 The first RP deadline has passed. All roleplays posted after this will count towards the second RP period.


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« Reply #7 on: August 14, 2013, 08:07:55 PM »
 (Odette Ryder cameo authorized by Odette)

It’s the week of Summer XXXTreme II and Jessie, fresh off of her appearance at Bloodstock 2013 alongside Jake and Shane, was ready to win back the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, can she win it back?

On board the Royal Monarch Cruise liner, the open seas
August 13, 2013, 11:00am

Oh boy, what a weekend I’ve had.

If I had to sum up Bloodstock in one sentence it would be this. Fucking amazing! Despite several technical issues during the weekend I Shane and Jake had a blast and we’re definitely making it a yearly tradition, the fact that one of Jake’s favorite bands, Emperor, are headlining definitely helps! That and I got into the bands Kataklysym, Sabaton, Gojira, Avantasia, Municipal Waste and Ex-Deo helps.

I’d go next year even if Shane impregnated me between then and now.

“Hey Jess.” I looked up and saw Odette approaching me, I was hanging around the pool and whilst some of the bombshells were trying to get a tan I was trying to avoid getting even more sunburnt, my fault for not packing sun tan lotion. “How was Bloodstock?”

“Oh man, I definitely have to show you Exodus’s set from Sunday night.” I responded with a grin as I took a sip from my drink. “I, Shane and Jake may as well have promised each other to break the record for being in as many circle pits and walls of deaths as possible!” I added with a grin. “That and I think I’ve finally found a new theme song!”

“Oh really, what’s the song?” Odette asked and I played it, the sounds of “The Art of Partying” by Municipal Waste rang out and she grinned. “Sounds like a great wrestler theme.”

“Just wait until you hear what I got them to do during the signing session.” I responded with a grin before it hit me. “That sounded wrong on so many levels!”

“Don’t worry. No one else was able to hear it.” Odette reassured me and I sighed in relief. “You guys didn’t get busted up too badly did you?”

“Shane broke his nose during Slayer’s set, Jake somehow ended up landing crotch first on the arena barricade whilst crowd surfing to Kataklysym, no, not even Jake is sure how he managed it, and I got out with sunburn.” I said as I rolled up the sleeve off my top to show my sunburnt arm. “Compared to other injuries I saw we got off easy.”

“Lamb of God, Exodus, Kataklysym, and Municipal Waste at the same festival and your surprised people got injured?” Odette asked and I shook my head. “I should definitely try to come with you guys for next year, anyway you going to be fine for your match?”

“My sunburn wasn’t that bad so I should be fine.” I responded with a nod. “Jake and Shane won’t be but then again they don’t wrestle anyway not counting Jake’s match against Jason Burnside last month.” I added as I leaned against the barrier. “Oh look, Marty’s checking out the sunbathing Bombshells again.”

“If he weren’t I’d be asking what he did with the real Marty.” Odette said as she shook her head. “How hasn’t he been sued for sexual harassment?”

“I thought there was a rumor that he was kicked out of the AWA because of Sexual Harassment?” I asked after thinking for a few minutes. “Anyway, I didn’t catch your promo due to being busy with Bloodstock, what’s your thoughts on teaming with Misty?”

“Actually I missed the first deadline, was busy with some other stuff.” Odette answered with a frown. “As for the match, well remember how you felt about teaming up with Ms. Evangelista at last year’s Summer XXXTreme?” Odette asked and I nodded. “Yeah, imagine that only ten times as worse.”

“I think the only way it could be worse is if I teamed up with Misty instead but I guess this is Mark and Christian’s idea of a huge joke.” I responded as I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter anyway, if we both win our matches we’ll both bring in some gold to NXT and I’ll finally have a title back that I was cheated out of.”

“All I can really say to that is good luck, you’ll need it.” Odette answered as she started to walk off. “Well, I’m off to prepare for my match, see you later.”

“See ya.” I responded and Odette walked off, I watched her walk off before I started walking down towards the ship’s cafeteria for a snack, whilst I was at it I decided to start on my promo since Jake and Shane are still recovering. “Summer XXXTreme II is a few days away and I am determined to go through on my promise that I made last week, I won’t be addressing the ACW girls for one reason, I said all I can say about them last week but I will say this, how can Nessa claim that she’s better than me when we’ve never fought against each other?”

Ya gotta love that logic.

“So instead I’ll jump right straight into my promo starting with the person I started with last week Necra!” I said as I folded my arms. “Necra, what I said last week was true; your days as Bombshell Roulette Champion are on life support, I would’ve said that the male Roulette Champ lost the Pool Party match last year which means that you’ll do the same…..but I went back and watched the match and realized that he retained, regardless I will win this match!”

Next up is Laura.

“As for Laura, this is gonna be quick, not trying to sound like a hipster or anything but I was doing the tattooed bombshell thing months before you and Amanda arrived on the scene and for that matter my ink is much, much, much, MUCH better than either of yours! Who did your tattoo work? Was it a blind howler monkey? In all seriousness though there will be a new Bombshell Roulette Champion and it won’t be you!”

Last but not least is Mercedes.

“As for Mercedes, she didn’t tape a promo so this will also be quick; there is no-one who will stand in my way of becoming a two time Bombshell Roulette Champion, not the ACW girls, not Necra, not Laura and especially not you! I’ve been trying to get a rematch for that damn title ever since I was cheated out of it and I will make good on that promise this Sunday!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“Ladies, we are all talented in your own ways but I have enough drive and determination to start a damn revolution! Pity that I’m directing that drive and determination towards wrestling but that’s beside the point! What is the point though is this! That’s title’s mine! This is SCW’s Heavy Metal Bombshell and future Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco signing off reminding the SCW Universe to keep it metal and the other Bombshells that I will win the match and hold onto the title for a long time!”

I entered the café as the scene fades.

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« Reply #8 on: August 16, 2013, 05:15:47 AM »
 (Against The Wall video posting || 08-14-2013)

The video began with a shot of a petite blonde standing on the deck of a cruise ship. Her hair's loose, blowing in the breeze. Behind her, the aqua blue waters of the swimming pool beckoned. Nessa's voice spoke softly over the image of that woman staring out to sea.

"The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it. The thought makes you weak. In this business, a telegraphed weakness is like diving into a shark tank, smeared in raw meat. You're just asking for trouble."

Reaching up, she tucked her hair behind her ears, turning her back to that view. The smile on her face was wistful at best as she stared at the pool that was just a shade darker than her eyes.

"If these things I say and these words that I write end up alienating you, then you only have yourself to blame. If what I say makes no sense— you can rest assured that you're also making no sense to me. Jessie Salco doesn't understand how I can claim to be better than her when we've never been in a ring together. Confidence and knowing one's own skills is apparently taboo here in Sin City. You and your careful delusions, this fragile reality you pull around you like a warm, fuzzy blanket— heaven forbid some interloper come in and shake up that status quo with a single logical sentence. So you dismiss me. Brush me aside as if I mean nothing. I could hazard a guess why you no longer hold the belt, Jessie: you really suck at seeing the bigger picture. So wave your arms and get up on that soapbox. Clamor for the attention just like Necra. Fill every last moment with your dissatisfaction and your artificial subtlety. That's what you're here for, after all."

She stared at the pool, that smile turning into a crooked smirk.

"I'm never wrong about these things— certified genius, you know— always right when it comes to things that concern me. I used to think that people like you were obstacles that needed to be overcome. The truth is quite different. See, you actually mean nothing. You have so little to do with the shape of my destiny that you make no impact. No ripples in my pond. I know what you're thinking. I know that Necra's already tuned out because I didn't say her name three times in front of the bathroom mirror before I started recording this. I love it when you look at me with that stunned disbelief. How could this woman— this gymnast-turned-reporter-turned-wrestler possibly know anything about how to succeed in this elite industry but I do. Do you think I'm making this up? Do you think I'm full of shit?"

Slowly, she began to walk down the deck, tugging at the hem of the white dress she was wearing. Arriving at the edge of the pool, she dipped one bare toe into the water before pulling her dress off over her head. Underneath she wore a pink bikini that showed off every perfect curve.

"None of you have ever met a foe quite like me and I know you think this is empty hype. I know you think you've got this well in hand because you've been here before. You've held this belt before. You've competed in SCW for a year. You're the reigning champion. You're hungry like a wolf— whatever reason you want to trot out makes no difference to the outcome. You already sealed your doom the second you opened your mouth and told me that I didn't belong here. The second you said I couldn't do it, was the moment you lit a fire that will never be extinguished. You think I'm spinning a web of lies? You think this is all bullshit? Nope, ladies. I didn't make this up. I've never had an original thought in my entire life. I don't have to because you feed me all I'll ever need. I turn it on its head and I use it to bury you. So this moment, my perfect victory: I owe it all to you. The truth hurts when it runs up and claws your face off. Nothing can stop me now."

She dropped the wadded fabric on the deck and dove into the water with flawless grace and precision. The camera continued to film the water until the ripples in the wake of her passage faded away. And then the feed faded away as well, dissolving to black.

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(Against The Wall blog posting || 08-15-2013)

I'VE GOT A BAD DISEASE. So, what's that fearless girl up to? She's sitting here, bellied up to the bar and nursing a glass filled with some colorless liquid over ice. Could be vodka. Could be water. At three-thirty in the afternoon the looks of condemnation are coming fast when they spy my red-rimmed eyes. Have I been crying? Am I strung out on something? People always assume the worst. They see a user and an abuser. Some chronic drunk, sad little whore filling herself with poison. It's so easy to slap a label on someone you don't really know on nothing more than a cursory inspection.

The truth? Chlorine bothers my eyes. Pool chemicals. I've been spending a lot of time here, getting the lay of the land.

And the liquid in the glass?

It's club soda with a twist of lime.

But feel free to see whatever you choose in the optical illusion I've presented here for you. See a girl who's so desperate to win that she'll jump on any opportunity. See a woman who doesn't belong. See someone who forgot to mention the name of the current Bombshell Roulette Champion. I didn't. In fact I even mentioned how she held a tag team title with Amy Marshall (a woman I've known for a few years) but hey… we'll do it right this time. NECRA KANE WON'T READ THIS BUT I AM DROPPING HER NAME HERE ANYHOW.

You're a pathetic excuse for a champion, sweetie. Ten seconds of research would have told you who I was. You could have even watched the matches I've had in ACW. You could have pulled up the last few CWF Loaded broadcasts and watched me dominate more women than we have in this little match to win myself a contender's shot for the Women's Championship there. Instead you played the myopic card, and dismissed me as inconsequential because I've never shown my face here before. Cover your eyes, plug your ears and pretend I'm just a mosquito. It won't hurt when I bleed you dry.

It'll just itch and sting a little.

I've been on the receiving end of this tired crap every day since last August, when I put my name in to take part in Femme Fatale Wrestling's competition for up-and-coming female talent.

This will probably be my last entry here. I won't lie to you people— my fearless readers, fans, whatever you want to call yourselves. Maybe you don't really exist and I just dreamed you up. Weirder things have happened, right? But I like to think you're out there, silently cheering for me. Helps me cope with the current imperfections, and intelligence in the midst of a sea of idiots. I'm sure that's probably a million and one levels of pathetic, but I'm sick of beating my head against a wall here. Necra Kane, Laura Jackson and Jessie Salco can cut the exact same promo over and over, and nobody says a word. They're all standing there with this cocky smirk like someone with moderate success in another promotion— a former champion there— could never possibly stake a claim here in SCW. Necra never breaks a sweat. This is easy for her. Absolutely! I bet none of the socks in her drawers have holes in them, either. I bet she's got a pile of money in a mattress somewhere, and more in the bank. She's got about as much passion for the business as Ben Stein. Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?

Whatever.

You're the type of wrestler they like to write about. You get name dropped in industry rags and backstage conversations all the time. Hell, they've written so many things you've lost track over the years. They've slapped a million and one nicknames on you, but you know all of that is shit. Clever ones sell merchandise, but they don't really serve as a definition. You've got one of those Type-B personalities, and this is just a diversion to you. You don't sweat the records, because they look after themselves. Of course they do. The waters part magically for a girl like you. And you know what? I find you hilarious. That's the honest truth.

I lumped you all into the same box because you were doing the same to me— massive apologies to Mercedes for that. I'm more than willing to admit my mistake with the assumption I made.

And sweetie? Not Vanessa. My name is not a short form. I know you were just making a point about how dangerous a supposition can be… but the name is something sacred.

Judge this however you want. The incrimination rolls off my back like water, and I pretend I don't know what erosion is. Nope. I guess I'm trying to tell you that I don't care anymore. Believe it or not. People don't get me. That's fine. I'm used to speaking a different language than the rest of you. They see this passion, this fire that fills me and they ask me what's wrong. Assume the worst: I'm angry. I'm upset. I'm broken. I'm looking for attention. That's not what gets to me. It's this other garbage and all these brainless automatons who seem to be programmed to like this shit. You want to cheer for Necra Kane's bullshit cookie cutter promos?

Then cheer. Scream your heads off.

You want to get behind Jessie Salco, who narrates her own life worse than Gilbert Gottfried does standup comedy? Go for it.

You want to put your eggs in Laura Jackson's basket and hope she doesn't start flinging them at the wall to see if they stick, so be it.

I don't need your support to win this. I'm getting used to the reality that I can't win everything. Being champion was great while it lasted— I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it back. I see now that it became a security blanket. For those few weeks, I stopped trying. I stopped clawing towards the top. I thought it would never end. I got cocky and Vixen brought me back down to Earth. All things end. I don't want to ride that reputation. I don't want to rest on laurels. I want to make it on what I'm doing right this second. Right here and now— this is the future. This is a new start, a new reality. I'll have to change a lot.

I'm up for the challenge.

#kissykissy
—Nessa


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(Against The Wall video posting || 08-16-2013)

Nessa sat at a table inside a coffee shop, reading from one of those yellow and black Dummies books. This one was aptly titled Wrestling Promos for Dummies. What? Seriously? Looking up, she flashed a fake smile and marked a page with her finger. "Hey, didn't see you come in there. Sneaking up on me, are you?"

With her hair braided and draped over her shoulder, and a pair of black and pink rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she looked a bit more nerdy than usual. "So," she began without any sort of preamble, "my ex Brad Jackson tells me that I've been going about this all wrong. Says if I'm going to pour out my angst on the Internet blog, that I should probably look into 4chan, or get myself a Tumblr account so I can do it the way the kids are doing it these days. He gave me this book, and you know what? It's opened my eyes. I see the truth now. I have been doing it wrong. I need to be seen and heard!"

She grinned, "I kid you not. Y'know what's really funny? I was paging through this, and apparently everyone on the SCW roster is a genius. All the steps are right here, in black and white for the wrestling impaired. Your cookie cutter promo. You always want to have a backdrop. Something serious. They recommend the squared circle, because it reminds the opponent that you're going to be doing something in there. Well, duh. Ok, so first you come out to the ring, either with or without a manager, or a valet, or an entourage of your best pals, random friends, or training partners. You come out to your standard ring entrance fanfare. Granted, this book was written back in 1999, so it's a little outdated on that first step. But that didn't stop our good friend Jessie Salco. Nope. She had this café right here going on as a killer backdrop." Snapping her fingers, she cracked open the book and studied the page before her.

"Next, select your target, and either call them names like you're in high school, or play the respect card, totally dependent on your alignment." She stressed the last word, and then stared at the camera, mouthing the word KAYFABE before continuing, "yeah, I'm not sure what that last part means either, but…" she gasped, "she totally did that too, didn't she?"

Sighing, she tossed the book over her shoulder with a look of disgust. "So, now I have this daunting task ahead of me. I have to say something back, and it had better be clever, or she's gonna come at me like a lemon-wrapped brick to the head!" She paused, "oh wait, that's right. She went early and already blew her budget! Poor her!"

Reaching into the messenger bag on the floor beside her, she reached in and pulled out a large roadmap, spreading it out in front of her. She unfolded the map, tracing her finger along a route. "Forty-two times," she said with something akin to rapture. It was more exhalation than spoken word as she sat up slowly, pushing her back against the wall. Her smile was wry, just a sarcastic little smirk. "We're all just hitchhikers, aren't we? You travel down this road, point A to B with a couple stops along the way. Get off for repairs... get off to refuel..." shoving aside the empty coffee cup, she cocked her head before continuing, that voice filled with bemusement.

"Turn left at the gray nucleotide, double back at the binary sequence on the 14th pair, and don't forget to wave to the amino acids. XY-YX-XX marks the spot, babycakes!" She looked up sharply, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "Don't worry, honey, I know exactly where we're going, and the next stop is FAME CITY at Summer XXXTreme II!" Her laughter was scornful.

"Jessie and Necra. Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-dumber... fraternal twins separated at birth. I'm surprised I never really noticed it before. And to think, it took this booking to discover that the truth REALLY IS OUT THERE! Cloning's legal... and apparently it's happening in this very locker room?!"

She folded the map, growing frustrated, and instead crumpling it in a ball and cramming it back inside the open bag at her feet. "So, check it out. The government is all about the scientific breakthroughs these days, and I mean who isn't? Cleaner burning gas made from corn! Pants made of hemp! And genes, by Levi's. I remember an article a few years back when good ol' Billy was still in office, and the blowjob was something sacred. He said genes belong to everybody. Well, yeah, that's great, but not when you're talking about the human genome, the roadmap of the universe... 'course they're talking about HUMAN genes, not my favourite Apple Bottoms. Let's put it in context for the knuckle-draggers out there. Imagine the human genome is that old song, We Are the World... and the genes are all those people singing. Now imagine, ooh, roughly 100,000 of them, that same song replicated over and over and over, playing in perfect stereo. That's a lot of harmony, even for Michael McDonald. See that's the problem here, we got all these science types, poking their heads in and playing God, tinkering with things. What does this one do? And poof, we cured the gay gene. Awesome. Now if only there was a cure for being a social misfit, right? Ah, but hey... weirdos of a feather seem to flock together. Glad you two could have a nice little love-in moment on camera for our benefit. I mean, really. Write her a love letter, Jessie. It'd be more subtle!"

She held up a handful of magazines. "Not much of a stretch. Brainwashing... selective programming... there's only so much originality to go around. Call it karma... reincarnation... it all goes around. Nothing shocks me anymore. Private sector wants a piece of the pie, and they all want a piece of the patents. Who can blame them, really?"

She pushed up her sleeve, looking closely at her arm. "Somewhere in there, in a string of genetic sequence that has Tim Horton's written all over it. Dupont. Why stop there? Give Old Navy and the Gap a piece too. I can see it now. 2013 and we're walking around splicing ourselves into something bigger, better. We can all be perfect and wear Abercrombie & Fitch! Not just a jean or a khaki anymore, let's rewrite it all. Today I'm short and spunky. Tomorrow I'm Necra Kane, Living Dead Girl Eqyptian Goddess Of Roulette Awesomeness!"

She rolled her eyes, pulling out a tube filled with green liquid and tossing it over her shoulder where it shattered on the deck. "Think of what's at stake— cures for genetic diseases, new treatments, Mini-Me! You can see why this little back and forth is such heavy stuff. Who are we to tinker with what God made on a night of crack and binge drinking? I mean, have you seen these freaks I'm facing this week? Not a single sober conception in the bunch," her voice dropped to a stage-whisper, "sorry, Mercedes."

She leaned forward, gesturing for the camera to move in closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I know a guy, who knows a guy— no names... no split protein on the 21st pair, which makes him susceptible to jock itch, Max Burke promos and the Spice Girls." She looked away, managing a horrified and disgusted look, "but see, what I'm saying is, there's so much more than can be tampered with here. Take out curly hair, and add on a third arm... take out mediocrity, and you become some rampaging lunatic! Take out the ability to reason, and you become clairvoyant! You don't know, man! Anyways, he says the government's just trying to scare the private companies out of their fair share. We cloned Dolly, and we're working on fetal pigs to grow organs for donations. What's next after test tube babies? Clones like Alice from Resident Evil? God I wish I was as asskicking hot as Milla!"

She rolled her eyes towards the starry sky, "welcome to your future, kids— this genetic test for breast cancer brought to you by Popeye's Chicken— where breasts are our specialty! Screen for baldness, buy Windows 8. And hey, doesn't the cure for Lyme disease go better with Bud Light Lime?"

She held up her hand, pointing to the stars. "Dream teaming. Opponent swap. Whatever you want to label them as, the fact of the matter is this: both are gunning for each other now, and couldn't care less about my head on a platter, silver or otherwise. Amusing really, they've both been called the best in SCW at one time or another. Someone told me that Emma Rose could take me down with ease. And where is she now? Missing in action? Jessie Salco also claimed she could destroy me while sitting there lamenting about that lost belt... the genetic freak! Rearrange the genes? No. Thailand and a nice operation gave her all the dangly-badass-man parts she needed. We can rebuild her. Better... stronger... faster... we have the technology! What's next? Tampering with the genes, screwing us all into a fate like the X-Men movies? Label the mutant! Register now! There's no Charles Xavier to save me, baby!"

Without missing a beat, she spoke again, suppressing bitter laughter. "I can't read minds... but I've got no trouble seeing between the lines! You think this is your moment to shine. Carpe diem bred into the genes. You think you can catch me in that one moment? That one moment when I screw things up? It won't happen again. I have a handle on this, now. Calm and cool, right?"

She pointed at the camera, stabbing her finger wildly as though she wanting nothing more than to ram her words through foreheads with that contact. "Wake up, sunshine; who do you think you're dealing with? You know I can make sure Mercedes beats you, Necra— you're right. SCW isn't my playground but I can hurt you and skew those odds so they're NEVER in your favour again! Realizing that while you're the master of the verbal lashing that circles round and back again more than the ouroboros, I am not some retarded little girl who's going to just sit here and blink in stupefaction. Laura Jackson I am not." The laughter was scornful, the rolling of her eyes filled with derision. "Oh, heavens no. I just insulted my new BFF."

The watch on her wrist began beeping, and Nessa ignored it, the smirk growing wider on her lips, transforming into a cocky leer as she whisked the glasses from her face. "Let's be honest, shall we? This isn't about title shot envy," she paused, looking at the camera, and whispering an aside, "much." Raising her voice, she continued, "it's about me! You think I'm stupid. You'll deny my words... because you know what I say is true, and that kills you. Heaven forbid someone figure you out. Deal with it! I am more than meets the eye. I am everything you can't stand; everything you hate. Better. Faster. Smarter. Facts, my friend. Not supposition. Not random stupidity and circular insult hurling. You want to come at me, come at me like you've got a brain between those ears. Say something NEW! Don't insult me with your pedantic shit, reusing the same lame ass arguments as last time. Nobody wants to hear that boring shit! Don't you even fucking dare. I'll break you so fast you won't know what hit you."

Nessa rolled her eyes towards the sky again, "couple of tools we are, slinging the empty words around. Fake the hype, and it's about as good as fucking your sister. Not as good as fucking you... but a decent surrogate to being the best there is. She doesn't seem to mind much. I'm not denying your luck... or your chance... or whatever in the hell you think you've got with that golden ticket in your back pocket. Yeah, it can happen. I'm just saying that if you're going to be basing your entire argument on that... you're retarded. It's like...let's just sit here and wait for a falling star... a watched pot never boils— it's like Walt Disney, kid's movie stuff, you know? Dogs don't play baseball, Necra. You could actually lose here and you don't even seem cognizant of that fact! Grow up. This is reality. This is reality, and I'm here to be the speedbump that wrecks up your undercarriage before that big race. ME. How do you like that, huh?!"

A waiter appeared at Nessa's side, asking her to leave, or quiet down. "NO!!!!!! I will not be silenced! The truth needs to be known! Look! Free your mind, and let the genetic revolution begin! I'm onto you, guys! I know, and I BELIEVE! MULTIPLICITY! DUPLICATES! NECRA KANE POSERS! CARBON-COPIES! You can have it all because that's what SCW is all about! Wait! Stop! My word count isn't high enough! I NEED TO DO MORE PROMO I HAVEN'T NAMED THIRTY-SEVEN BANDS I JUST SAW IN CONCERT THAT NOBODY ELSE HAS HEARD OF— GAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKK!!"

Nessa was forcibly headlocked and dragged off screen, physically tossed out of the café to land on the deck. She landed a split second before the Wrestling Promos For Dummies book hit her in the head.

Star wipe and fade to black.

Thankfully.

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(Against The Wall blog posting || 08-16-2013)

And that, kids... that's how you do a tangent. That's how you prove that you don't care. No cameos. No cute words. No video editing.

Just spastic flailing and gut-busting laughter.

Necra, I want this. I need this.

Mercedes wants this.

Laura wants it.

Emma missed the boat because I haven't seen her in weeks.

Jessie, once her ears stop ringing from her awful taste in music, will agree that she wants it too.

But I NEED it.

I need something you have, Necra.

You have two choices: you can give up easily, or I can rip it out of your cold, dead hands (insert sunny smile here). Don't fight. Don't resist. It'll be worse if you do and believe me, you want to keep at this for years to come. You need the spotlight. You need the fame.

I just need this one little win. Such a teensy little thing. You're so confused, I know. It's scary that your words made no ripples in my pond. You're not used to that. You're used to being Necra, that name that gets whispered in hushed undertones. They don't want to invoke you, provoke you, by accident.

I do.

I want to laugh in your face before I strap my new belt around my waist, pull the plug on ACW and join SCW for good. Sounds like a good plan, no?

I like it.

And I think you'll get over it in time.

#kissykissy
—Nessa
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« Reply #9 on: August 16, 2013, 04:28:55 PM »
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Scene 1 – My Match

The camera came up with the bright sun shining down on the Royal Monarch Cruiserliner that the stars of SCW as a part of the Summer XXXTreme 2 PPV and for one Laura Jackson it was a place she didn’t want to be not because she didn’t want a holiday but because she wasn’t with her love Amanda and she had basically been keeping to herself on the trip. As she lied back on her chair she just let the world go by. It didn’t take long however till her peace was disturbed by a shadow covering her. She lifted up her sunglasses enough to see what had done this. What she saw was a guy who was wearing a smug smirk and was flexing his arm for her.

Jock guy
Hey there doll did it hurt when you fell from heaven!
 

Laura looked at him blinkly she couldn’t believe that he used one of the most infamously bad pick up line in the hope of bagging her. She looked past him to see 3 guys similar to him all smiling and clearly enjoying attempt to get Laura. She smiled at him as she sat up.

Laura Jackson
Yeah it did and it felt like this!


Laura then lent forward and punched the guy in his groin. The guy dropped to the ground grabbing the area that had just got hit as his friend laughed like a pack of hyenas at their friend pain.

Laura Jackson
Freaking jerk offs!


The guy stood up and yelled at her.

Jock guy
Screw you then bitch you don’t know what you turned down!
 

Laura rolled her eyes as she heard that and shook her head.

Laura Jackson
Whatever!


Laura then got back to the chair and fussed around for a bit before getting comfortable once more. However she was soon blocked by a shadow once more. She sighed as she lifted her glasses once more this time she had more anger in her voice as she spoke.

Laura Jackson
Hey wasn’t the punch to your manhood enough to tell you I’m not interested!


Laura then looked and that standing next to her was in fact SCW interviewer Ms Rocky Mountains who had on what looked to be a postage stamp pretending to be a bikini. She looked at her and kind of turned her head.

Laura Jackson
Sorry thought you were someone else what can do I for you Mrs Mountain!

Ms Rocky Mountains
Well I was hoping that I could get a few words about the match? I mean it’s not every day someone gets a title shot.


Laura sighed and sat up looking at Rocky knowing she should talk to her like that. She looked at her and gained herself looking to Rocky cracking a joke.

Laura Jackson
Got to be honest I thought your chest would have blocked a lot more of the sun but I guess I was wrong!


She chuckled as Rocky just looked at her and Laura sighed.

Laura Jackson
Got to be honest I thought your chest would have blocked a lot more of the sun but I guess I was wrong!


With that Mountains just turned to the camera and started to speak.

Ms Rocky Mountains
Ladies and Gentleman this is Rocky Mountains and right now I’m talking with a woman who could be the next Bombshell roulette champion. Well Laura I have to ask what do you think of the trip so far?


Laura looked at her and shrugged.

Laura Jackson
It’s alright to be honest I really wish Mandy was here but she is off working so I just got to get on with it! Also miss home because the Madden demo is out and so is Ducktales Remastered so that got me sad but yeah


Ms Rocky Mountains
Well with that out of the way I would like to get your thoughts on your opponents. So let start with those ladies who are from our sister company that being Emma Rose and Nessa Wall?


Laura Jackson
Honestly the way this whole thing sound it’s like we doing a make a wish session like they wanted to be SCW stars so here you can compete in this match here and we can say you did it. I mean really it’s seems completely BS that they have just been bought over to compete in the match when there are full time SCW divas who have been left off this show. I mean let’s take Emma for example. She is a rookie! I mean seriously you are going to throw a rookie into this match with this talent. That’s like taking a fourth string college Quarterback from division 2 and shoving him into the NFL saying yeah go out there and win us the Superbowl. I mean honestly how they think she has a shot is beyond me. Oh well guess she will get a big lesson here tonight. As for Nessa as I understand it she faced off with Vixen on a recent show and she got her ass kick. So now Vixen is a solid wrestler and a champion but again how that make her worthy of a title shot? I swear its like management basically went we need 2 woman oh we just stick a bunch of names from ACW and whoever get pulled out they are in the match. It’s just so sad but hey it’s what happens.


Ms Rocky Mountains
Umm what about Jessie Salco?


Laura sighed and shook her head at Rocky!

Laura Jackson
Well let me see according to her I’m the reason she isn’t a champion despite the fact I didn’t ever touch her or interact with her in any way. At the end of the day Jessie Amanda kicked your ass and just because you couldn’t take her out she going to blame me for it and try to take out me. It isn’t happening and she can frankly go screw herself I’m not getting taken out for something I didn’t do and Jessie you’ll see that tonight.


Ms Rocky Mountains
I see well your thoughts on the champion Necra?


Laura Jackson
Look Necra I can respect she is one strong woman and also she is the champion but you know Necra you talk about how you have always beaten me when we have faced you know funny thing about history is at some point it has to change. That little underdog beats that big bad monster and leave people standing around wondering what happened. I got a feeling that is what await you tonight. See this isn’t about getting a pin on you or makes you tap it’s about grabbing a belt and I can promise you that I can snatch a belt with the best. So you think about that and as for Mercedes I can’t be arsed to talk about it. Let be honest if your going to mess up my name and act like it’s cute then frankly my breath is wasted talking about you. So yeah there you have it my thoughts. Sorry if it wasn’t all you thought it would be Rocky but hey like I say not exactly in full give a shit mode. So now if you don’t mind I just want to be left alone.


Laura sat back on the chair and pulled her sunglasses down. Rocky bought the mic up to speak into it but Laura mentioned for her to go so she did. As Rocky disappeared to a chorus of wolf whistle and guys raving about her the camera turned back to Laura who just groaned.

Laura Jackson
You can never get peace and quiet when you want it!


And with that the screen turned black.

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« Reply #10 on: August 16, 2013, 08:38:01 PM »
 
Act 1: The Sunken City

“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
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The scene opens on the beautiful Royal Monarch cruise ship. The night was beautiful and the sky was full of bright stars set against the midnight blue sky. The water was pitch black as the cruise ship moved silently along with the bright lights from the cabins and main areas cast their glow to the water below. A few people have ventured out into the still and clear night watching the stars in hops of finding a shooting star that would pass through the heavens. Others smoked their last cigarette for the night before venturing inside to see what was going on. We soon see Necra and Ex standing at one of the railing looking at the stars that floated above. Ex wraps his strong arms around her waist as she smiles to herself, feeling like a Queen that she was. Her long golden evening gown wrapped around her tightly, and seemed to show off her assets more than most. She had gotten looks from every man in the restaurant but she loved the attention. Men wanted her, and women wanted to be her. The night was quiet except for the heavy beats of the music that came from the many clubs that littered the inside of the ship.

Necra: Tonight has been perfect. Dinner, dancing... And hopefully...

Ex: I can get in a few hours of gaming tonight?

Necra turns around and Ex just smiles down at her. He kisses her, as the lights on the ship start to blink on and off, before going off for a split minute. An alarm starts to go off but is soon silent as the lights come back on. Necra looks at Ex and sighs wondering what happened.

Necra: What in the world happened?

Ex: I don't know but...

As Ex turns around there stands a young woman with dark hair. She smiles as Necra's eyes get wide realizing what had happened.

Woman: Hello.

Necra: Venus? What are you doing here?

Ex: I think the better question is how she got here.

Venus: I've always been here.

Ex: She's not creepy or nothing is she?

Necra: Not at all.

Ex: I think I'll wait for you back in the cabin.

Necra: Go on. I shouldn't be to long.

Ex kisses her, and heads back toward the interior. Venus moves to the railing and stands beside Necra. Her bright blue eyes shimmered in the lights that came out from the windows behind them. Necra smiles nervously at her, but Venus doesn't seem to even notice. She was different and there was something off about the young woman, something dark, yet she seemed harmless.

Venus: I frighten you don't I?

Necra: Frightened is putting it mildly. Venus how did you get out of New Haven?

Venus: Oh I didn't escape. I'm just on a volunteer basis. I can come and go as I please.

Necra: You mean to tell me that one of the most powerful beings in the world comes and goes from an insane asylum anytime you want?

Venus smiles and leans against the railing. Necra's dress moves gently in the wind, as she looks down at the water. Venus sighs and utters something in a strange language.

Necra: Venus what are you really doing here?

Venus: I came to see the city of R'lyeh.

Necra: No one knows where R'lyeh is Venus.

Venus: I do. They showed me. The ancient ones showed me, and we are right above it. It's there in the depths where the Ancient One sleeps, waiting for when the stars are right once again.

Necra: The stars have never been right Venus. Or at least in the last few thousand years they haven't.

Venus: That's not true. The stars have been right once before after they fell into their sleep.

As Venus stares off into the water, her eyes shift to deep black pools. Necra backs off feeling something moving through her. The darkness seemed to surround them and the ground under the water starts to shake. Large towers of dark crystal start to appear out of the water, and moves further and further into the sky. Lightening starts to flash over the island that now sits above the water, still dripping with the water that it had emerged from.

Necra: Where in the hell are we?

Venus: We are in R'lyeh. It's beautiful isn't it?

Necra looks around, and feels the eyes of the Ancient One upon her. She shivers with the cold, and yet something more. This was the first time that she had ever felt true fear, and it wasn't a good thing. R'lyeh existed, and she was here.

Necra: How are we even standing here Venus? This isn't possible.

Venus: It is possible, and we are here. The darkness brought us here, to speak with the Ancient One.

Necra: I can't look upon them Venus... If I do, even my Goddess form will not hold up against them.

Venus: You can wait here if you like. I'll be back.

Necra nods, as she looks up at the crystal pillars that towered above her. She couldn't believe where she was standing. It was R'lyeh, a place that shouldn't even exist but did. The world was truly full of mysteries and would always remain that way. The minutes pass and soon hours begin to pass. Necra starts to pace back and forth waiting for Venus to return. We soon see Necra sitting against one of the pillars, and a very large cloud of darkness starts to fall around her once again. Necra starts to scream and run from it only to be caught up in it, and her screams are soon muffled by the darkness around her, as the scene fades.

A Few Hours Later...


Ex: I think she's coming to.

Soth: I can't believe that you left my daughter alone with that woman.

Ex: I can't help it... She freaks me out.

The camera focuses on the state room that Necra and Ex share. Necra lies on the bed, and had been lost in a deep sleep after her experience with Venus. Her eyes start to flutter open, and she looks around the room.

Necra: Where am I?

Ex: You're in our room. Do you remember what happened?

Necra: I saw it...

Soth: Saw what?

Necra: The city of R'lyeh. Venus... She took us there and...

Soth: Sweety, that's impossible. We found you on the deck passed out, and Venus was gone.

Necra: I know what I saw. We were there and it was filled with a feeling that I never want to feel again.

Soth: Sara keep an eye on her. Your mistress might need you tonight considering what just happened.

Sara: Yes sir.

Ex: I guess I'll be bunking up with you tonight Sothren.

Soth: That's fine with me, just no spooning.

Ex shakes his head, and gets up from the chair, that he was sitting in, and kisses her on the forehead, and heads out of the room. Sothren kiss her on the cheek and heads out behind him leaving Necra and Sara alone. Necra sighs, and sits up slowly, feeling her head starting to spin.

Sara: Are you all right ma'am?

Necra: I could us a drink. I need something strong Sara.

Sara: But your father told me not to leave your side ma'am, and I'm not going to. I'll call room service and I'm sure they'll bring it up.

Necra: Please Sara. I'll be fine for a few minutes on my own.

Sara sighs knowing that she had to listen to what her Goddess said or she would be punished. Sara heads out into the hallway leaving Necra alone. She manages to get to her feet, and looks out the window at the black water below and sighs.

Necra: What in the hell did I see? Was it real? It couldn't have been real. Could it?

Necra stares out the window as her eyes adjust to the darkness below. It still didn't seem real but something told her that it was.

Necra: I can't let that get to me now though. I have my match to worry about right now, and I have to say that I'm not impressed with what my opponents have to say once again. Jessie you can stick close to Odette and hope that she will help you through this match, but she can't. She's not even on my radar yet. But you are. You want my title that badly but when you want something that badly you always seem to make mistakes. I've beaten you and I will do it all over again just to prove a point that I am truly the best at what I do, and why I'm the Bombshell Roulette Champion and why you are not worthy to even hold it.

She closes her eyes, and leans against the window and sighs. The glass felt cold to the touch, even in the heat of the night.

Necra: Mercedes don't you understand I will always be better then you. No matter how hard you try, or what you do, you will never be as good as I am, or even worthy to hold a title. Ever since you came into the SCW I've watched you and you are the worst that I have ever seen. You think you can play mind games with me Mercedes think again. I'm the Queen of mind games and I am not one that you should mess with in that sense. I know how to get to someone like you and there is nothing that I won't do to get to you or anyone else around you. I've learned from one of the best in the business of how to handle myself in the ring, and outside the ring. You are nothing compared to someone like me, and trust me when you step into that match on Sunday night there will be no stopping me. I'm going to defend my title no matter what I have to do. Maybe I'll drown you in the pool just to make a point of far I will go to keep my title. Do you really think that I'm afraid of you? You should be in awe and fear of me.

Necra smiles to herself, as she turns and looks at herself in the mirror that sat above the vanity. The match was just a few days away and she felt ready for anything now.

Necra: Nessa I stick by what I said. You are nothing, and hardly a threat to me. I don't care what you have done or what you can do. You had to come here and try to take my title from me and yet, all you can muster is that fact that I didn't do any searching into your background or files from the ACW? By the Gods you truly are a pathetic one aren't you? I don't care how good you think you are when you step into a ring just remember I'm that much better. I've been in this business a long time and I've faced ones like you, and they have all fallen at my feet, and you will be just another victim on my list.

Necra sits on the edge of the bed, and leans back resting on her hands. She stares into the mirror watching her reflection. It does as she does, and she lies back on the bed staring up at the ceiling.

Necra: But I have to admit Nessa that when I saw you being hauled off in a headlock it did make me smile. I've started to play head games with you and it's worked perfectly. I knew you were unstable that's why I did it. You see there is a reason that people whisper my name in the locker room or even on the streets just in fear that I will appear. My uncle was known as the boogeyman of the locker room and I took after him. I am feared for a reason. I am death made flesh, and I stalk those who's time is near. Your time hasn't even begun yet and never will. Sunday you will not stand a chance against me, and you will never get your hands on my title. Bring everything that you have into this match and hope and pray that it will be enough to stop me.

Necra's eyes start to glow a red before they switch back to their normal color.

Necra: Laura you are the only one that seems to understand me. You and I have faced each other more than once and yet you still seem to show me some respect unlike the rest of them. Mercedes seems to think that the title should be just given to her, Nessa thinks she's the Queen bitch when she doesn't even belong with the SCW. Jessie doesn't even deserve a chance at the title and yet she was put into the match. Emma I haven't even heard anything from and yet she is the smartest one of them all. She's kept her mouth shut.

Necra continues to stare up at the ceiling, and smiles.

Necra: I have to admit though, if I do lose, and that is a really big if, I think the only one that is even worthy of getting it is you Laura. The others have shown me no respect but you have at least in your own way. This match isn't going to be easy and I'm not going to let it go without a fight. If you want my title Laura you better work your ass off to get it.

Necra gets up from where she lies as she hears someone coming back up the hall. She opens the door, and there is no one there. She sighs, and heads back into the room closing the door behind her.

Necra: Emma you have yet to say anything and it makes me wonder if you are even really ready to face me. I know you are another one from the ACW but it doesn't matter. Nessa isn't a threat and now I know that you're not. Emma  I hope you're ready for whatever comes in this match. I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the Black Lady, and the Reaper of Souls. Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see the face of death. See you soon ladies.

Necra lies back on the bed, and tries to relax as the door soon opens and there stands Sara with a drink in her hands. Necra smiles softly as she comes in, and closes the door behind them as the scene fades to black.

I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the Grim reaper... and your soul belongs to me.

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NECRA v LAURA v MERCEDES v JESSIE v EMMA v NESSA
« Reply #11 on: August 16, 2013, 11:37:57 PM »
 Emma:  I can’t believe that I’m going to be on Summer XXXTreme!

Opening up in a posh swimwear shop on the Vegas Strip ACW’s Emma Rose can be found looking through the racks of bathers with excitement written all over her face. Tucking a strand of her dead straight hair behind her ear she bites her bottom lip as she pulls some Bikinis off the shelve to look at the closer.

Odette:  Well believe it because it’s happening.

Walking into the scene SCW’s resident Aussie can be seen, he hands completely filled with swimmers.

Emma:  What on earth am I going to pack? This is all too exciting.

Holding up two bikinis that would leave very little to the imagination Emma looks up at Odette for fashion advice.

Odette:  That’s why I’m here, now let’s get to the dressing rooms so you can try on these bikinis and then we can move on to the boring stuff later.

Taking the lead Odette lead Emma to the back of the store, finding the change rooms with ease.

Emma:  Good Idea.

As the two continued to the dressing rooms, Emma turned around only to have Odette tumble all of the swear wear out of her hands and onto the bench in front of her. Reaching out the Aussie took the two pairs of swimmers that were in Emma’s hands and screwed her nose up at them, tossing them in the no pile.

Emma:  Oh and Odette, thank you for helping me…

Emma gets pushed back into the dressing room with three different blue bikinis by Odette as she takes a seat on the “partner” chair outside while Emma closes the curtain and gets ready to change.

Odette:  Any time sheep shagger any time.

After about twenty minutes later Emma is seen walking out in a bright red number that hugs her curves splendidly, looking at Odette she has a smile on her face that screams “I love it” but she does the typical female thing and looks back over her shoulder checking out her reflection.

Emma:  So what do you think of this one?

Her Kiwi accent was thick as she smoothed the material over her behind making sure it showed off her killer arse that she squatted up to 300 times a day to maintain.

Odette:  Buy it…

Odette wasn’t even looking as she had found a wedding magazine to read, Emma turned back around and scoffed at her getting her attention.

Emma:  You have said that about the last six bikinis.

A cheeky smile danced on Odette’s face as she held back a laugh, while Emma returned to looking at herself in the mirror, now playing with her hair making sure it sat right.

Odette:  What can I say? I like to be prepared… plus I think you know who might be dropping by on the cruise and that bikini sheep lover shows your curves in all the right places.

Turning back to her Australian friend Emma narrowed her eyes at her, speaking through gritted teeth.

Emma:  I don’t know who exactly you’re implying, but I don’t want to impress any males… I just want to impress the Sin City Wrestling fans and do Atlantic Championship Wrestling proud.

Waving the redhead Off Odette returned to flicking through the pages of her book.

Odette:  Yeah, just win your match and you’ve got all of that down pat.

Running her hands down her torso Emma sighed feeling a little uneasy.

Emma:  I know I know… speaking of which what can you tell me about my opponents?

Looking back at the kiwi from the top of her magazine Odette smirked, while Emma looked down at her almost begging for her help.

Odette:  I could tell you anything you want for a price.

The scrapping sound of the magazine page being flicked broke the silence as Emma fiercely bit back.

Emma:  Is that how you get all your money?

Walking over to the pile of Bikinis that still needed to be tried on Emma picked up a bunch of yellow based ones and headed back towards the curtains.

Odette:  HEY, I have stacked a motorbike many of times to build up my fortune… don’t make me out to be some type of advice whore.

Emma rolled her eyes, truth be told she might have been the only one in SCW and ACW that knew how true that statement was.

Emma:  Anyways… I just thought I’d hear it from you, I mean I’ve done some research but I wanted to get a true take on the ladies from Sin City Wrestling.

Odette:  Oh so I’m your little insider now?

Turning back to face Odette, Emma’s mouth flung open in shock, she didn’t mean for it to come out the way it sounded.

Emma:  That’s not what I meant Odette.

Odette:  Hey, its okay I was joking… so what do you want to know?

Stepping back into the changing room Emma sat the yellow bikinis down and turned back to Odette.

Emma:  What are they like? Considering your one of the best SCW has to offer, I thought you would have the best insight.

Odette:  You keep flattering me Kiwi and I might have to rethink my stance on New Zealanders in general.

Sliding the curtain across the Kiwi went back to trying on swim suits trying to find the perfect ones for the cruise liner.

Emma:  Such a typical Aussie thing to say.

Odette let out a laugh as she returned back to her magazine while she waited for Emma to pop back out of the change room in the 60th bikini for today.

Odette:  I mean I don’t dislike all of you, I mean Russel Crowe is an idol of mine.

Emma:  Really? He’s old…

Odette:  Um hello Gladiator was a classic… learn some respect.

Tsking her Odette’s head lifted as the sound of the curtaining being pulled across pricked her ears. Walking out of the change room this time in a tight fitting one piece that had a key hole cut to show off her natural cleavage Odette gave her two thumbs up as if to approve.

Odette:  Okay, well let’s start at the top shall we? Necra the champion, she’s strong… but she has a major weakness in believing she is something she’s not…

Emma was twirling around looking at herself in the mirror trying to find some flaws with her current selection.

Emma:  and what’s that?

Odette:  She thinks she’s the lady of death…

Turning back to Odette, Emma scrunched up her face as if to say “you’re kidding me”

Emma:  Right.  

Odette:  She’s held that belt for a while now, so it’s going to take a lot to pry it from her grasps. If you want to reap the rewards in this match you need to cut the snake off at the end and let the venom bleed dry.

Emma:  Gotcha, I think.

Stepping back into the change room Emma disappeared for a while before finally popping back out wearing a two piece bikini that left nothing to think of. The only thing that was covering her parts was basically a thin line of shiny gold material.

Odette:  Not that one you look like a whore, okay now where was i? oh right then you have Mercedes Vargas, I’ve never faced her but she seems to be the new rage in SCW… is on a pretty good winning streak and is a dedicated talker… to beat her, you’re going to have to go for surprise tactics she seems to be a bit of a I talk like I’m a hard-core bitch but I follow the wrestling bible to a tee.

Emma returned back to the dressing room to get out of the strippers bikini, she was also disgusted by it.

Emma:  Right, so like Misty?

Odette:  YES exactly… where have you been my whole wrestling life?

Emma:  Umm New Zealand?

The two continued to talk through the think red curtain that the bikini store while Odette was trying to soak in some wedding planning, while Emma was taking her sweet arse time in trying on her stash of swimmers.

Emma:  Okay so what about Laura Jackson?

Emma called out to Odette from inside the changing room before emerging this time sporting a classic triangle bikini in a yellow and white checker pattern. Odette screwed up her nose and offered her a thumb down while Emma took a good hard look in the mirror.

Odette:  Argh, what a drag that cat is… she’s one of those girls that flaps in the breeze faster than a flag on a flag pole… if it’s cool she’s doing it.. She’s a complete sucker who is under Amanda Cortez thumb.

Emma:  oh great, all talk no action?

Odette:  Basically.

Walking over to the pile that still needed to be fitted Emma picked through it finding the purple ones and returned back to her cubical to try them on.

Odette:  Then you have Jessie Salco, but she is a part of NXT and a friend of mine… so you need to work her out for yourself.

Emma:  Is she the one with the brother that walked in on her having sex and he STAYED in the room?

Both Emma and Odette tried hard not laugh but the Aussie cleared her throat as the Kiwi walked out of the dressing room sporting a nice glittery purple number.

Odette:  Oh would you look at that bright pink bikini bottom over there. Isn’t it beautiful?

Pointing off into the distance Odette didn’t even look to see if where she was pointing had pink swimmers.

Emma:  I bet that’s what he said.

Odette:  You disgust me…

Filtering though her piles of Yes and No’s Emma looked at the last pile she had to try on and it was her favourite colour green. Scooping them up excitedly she bolted into the change room, while Odette continued to play teacher.

Odette:  Okay last but not least you have Nessa Wall; I have nothing to say against her because well I don’t know anything about her. Other then she is meant to be this big bad bitch that’s meant to dominate divisions and blah blah blah…

Like superman Emma was that quick to change into a green and white spotty bikini busting out of the change room in delight.

Emma:  I know some stuff about her, not a lot but I think I have her covered.

Looking her Kiwi friend up and down Odette nodded in approval as Emma was wrapped up in her own reflection.

Odette:  Good, but Emma mark my words if you or Nessa win that Roulette Championship the Sin City Girls are going to be all over you… and I don’t mean in a dip you in honey and throw you to the lesbians type of way… I mean like they will want to rip your head off. I will want to rip that championship belt away from either of your hands…

Emma:  Okay… wow, why?

Turning to look at Odette with a serious look on her face the Kiwi seemed a little taken back.

Odette:  It’s the principle… you can’t just walk into our company and take a title and think that we the SCW Bombshell’s are going to be happy about it.

Emma:  Yet one of yours has our ACW Women’s championship and you don’t see us complaining?

Flicking a long lock of her red hair over her freckled shoulder Emma ran her other hand down her midsection, fixing up the hem on her bikini bottom

Odette:  Don’t get sassy with me Sheep Shagger!

Emma:  Righto Roo rooter, but just know if I win this belt, you can glad try and take it away from me.

Odette:  Oh honey, if I was allowed I would so easily take it from you.

Odette’s words were laced with venom while Emma just rolled her eyes at her.

Emma:  You could try… I mean it’s not like Australia is winning any other form of international sport lately.

Ducking out of the way as Odette tossed the bridal book over towards her Emma laughed before darting back into the change room for safety.

Odette:  You take that back.

Emma:  You can’t take back the truth.

The two girls were now in a shouting match in the store as Emma cracked up laughing.

Odette:  Let’s just buy these damn bikinis and get out of here okay…

Odette walked over to the yes pile that had about 20 sets of swim wear in it and headed towards the registers while Emma swiftly made her return to the room wearing her normal street clothes, while carrying two of the green bikinis that she had liked.  

Emma:  Okay but I need to buy some new jandals while were out and about

Odette:  Their called THONGS not JANDELS!!

Tossing the bikini down at the counter Odette’s hands flew up in the air in anger.

Emma:  Whatever you say Aussie.

Patting Odette on the shoulder Emma rifled through her handbag and pulled out her wallet, rummaging for her credit card.

Odette:  This is exactly why I don’t have kiwi friends.  

Walking away Odette left Emma to make her final purchase as she headed for the exit of the store.

~~~

Emma:  Sin City Wrestling fans allow me to introduce myself, my name is Emma, Emma Rose and I’m looking forward to wrestling at one of your staple Super Cards Summer XXXTreme. Over the past week I have heard some wonderful things about the federation and this event and I can’t wait to step aboard that cruise liner and set sail with you all. I can’t wait to rub shoulders with the SCW loyal fans and the characters that Sin City Wrestling has preforming for them as well and who knows ACW fans I’ll see if I can try my luck at scoring you guys some free tickets.

Opening up by the pool on the cruise liner Emma was seen with her feet dangling into the warm water and a tropical beverage in her hand. On top of her head was a large floppy straw hat, protecting her from the sun while her eyes were covered by a large pair of black sunglasses. Her bikini of choice? Was a red and white spotted number that showered off her well assets perfectly.

Emma:  Although I might be new to wrestling in the world we live in I can say I’ve always been a fan, I remember flicking on the TV and seeing the likes of Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Billy James going toe to toe in the centre of the ring, I remember seeing Jordan Williams and Spike Staggs killing it on the microphone week in and week out so to get the opportunity to be this close to some of the biggest names in our sport is enough to get any girl weak at the fan girl knees. In saying that, I think Sin City Wrestling has enough crazy fan girls, so pardon me if I just stand back and watch on in amazement more so than jump up and down while following you all like a lost puppy.

Taking a sip from her chilled drink Emma kept her focus on the camera that was panning around high lighting some of the superstars that she had just mentioned.

Emma:  It’s a surreal feeling knowing that in just your fourth professional match, you have the opportunity to capture Championship gold. Sure I had the shot in my debut as well, but sometimes you need to trip and stumble to realise what exactly you did wrong. Its how you bounce back from the fall, that’s what, really counts. So how do I plan on bouncing back? Well the plan sounds pretty easy, I need to stay dry… but in doing that I need to fend off five other women, I need to stay alert while five other bombshells are going crazy around me. To say that this will be a fight to the very end it’s a complete understatement.

A slight noise builds up around her as the splashing water is heard, but the cameraman come sin closer making sure he picks up everything the Kiwi is saying.

Emma:  There’s this thing about being a female competitor that no male will ever understand, sure we might all fight for the same thing but when you’re blessed with vagina you get this whole other basket full of emotional goodies. You see females don’t just fight to win, they fight for pride, they fight for jealously, they fight to make a difference they fight because they want the other girls around them to know their strength, their status, their dedication and they don’t stop until they know that they have made their opponent completely doubt their selves. It’s true we females are a sick and twisted bunch who without even knowing it can make you play mind games, men call it outrageous… while we females call it life.

Adjusting the tilt on her straw hat the New Zealander licked her already glossed lips.

Emma:  So suspended above that pool filled with water at Summer XXXTreme you won’t just have six women fighting for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. You will have a mixture of every female emotion. You will have the determined Champion Necra Kane, the miserable Laura Jackson, the super confident Mercedes, the secretly jealous Jessie Salco, the self-obsessed Nessa Wall and me the super excited girl from Dunedin New Zealand, Me… Emma Rose. Six girls all fighting to be the top dare I say dog in their field, six girls wanting nothing but the sweet satisfaction of victory, six women who are willing to have their darkest sides show just to humiliate and belittle one another in the name of sport.

Shrugging her shoulders as if it was nothing the redhead flicked a long strand of her dead straight hair over her shoulder away from the view of her chest.

Emma:  Let’s start with Nessa Wall shall we, now it’s true that I know very little about my fellow ACW entrant but that’s at not accident. You see we might be on the same side when it comes to adoring our wrestling fans but when it comes to everything else I see her as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, how ironic that a kiwi would be making a sheep joke. Nessa to me seems sneaky, she seems like the type of girl that would smile to your face but then have no issues jabbing in a dagger once your back is turned, so if the girls of Sin City Wrestling, were thinking that Nessa and I were going to team up in this match and eliminate them together… I’m telling you know were not. I have no interest in teaming with her, nor will I ever. Nessa will want this all for herself and I doubt that she will do everything in her power to do so. Sure she might be a big star, sure she might even be the power maker in this match, the dark horse… the wild card but I learnt from my ACW debut, I learnt from my mistakes when I left her get the victory over me. What’s done is done Nessa, but I can assure you that history will not repeat itself at Summer XXXTreme; I can promise you that you will not be the one to crush my dreams of aspiring to become the Bombshell Roulette Champion. Yourself obsession will be your down fall Nessa I can assure you of this, there isn’t enough party lights in the word that can help your sing your graces this time around. There aren’t enough cardboard cut outs of your opponents that you can use to belittle us, or that you can use to send us a message this time round. You might have stolen the show at last time we met but trust me Nessa I won’t let that happen again. As of right now, I’m on a roll while you’re still licking your wounds from your loss of the ACW Women’s championship. I wonder how that makes you feel knowing that sure you might have been the first girl to hold the belt, but you couldn’t keep it in your grasps for longer than your first defence. A true champion know how to hold on to their championships an true champion knows how to stand up and fight for what is theirs and unfortunately for you Nessa, the Bombshell Roulette Championship isn’t going home with you at Summer XXXTreme…  

Wiggling her right index finger as if to back up her statement the Kiwi sucks in her bottom lip.

Emma:  Moving right along to Jessie Salco, Jessie what the hell? Did you seriously post a promotional of yourself in the middle of a sexual act… that your own flesh and blood walked in on and he DIDN’T leave the room? Maybe it’s just my innocence on the matter coming out but that’s weird, that’s messed up families weird. I’m sure you’re a nice girl and all… but if you’re willing to show that type of weakness to not order your brother out of the room, then you sure as hell don’t have the strength to knock five other bombshells down and out of the way of your Championship hopes. I don’t even know what to say right now, other than that I’m shocked and disturbed by your behaviour. But kudos to you if it was a mind games attempt, I mean if you wanted to get people talking about you, you sure as hell did a good job. Although I don’t know you from grain of salt, I have been told that you’re the fighter of Sin City Wrestling; you’re like the pit bull that never gives up no matter how many times you fail. The worse thing about failure tho Jessie is that the more times you fail the more times you have to get back up and find the courage to fight again, the more the green eyed monster kicks in. I know you want this win, I know you want to reign supreme as the Roulette champion again… you want to prove that you still have what it takes to be in the title lime light… NOT because you want the Roulette Championship, but because you want to show Christian and Mark that you have what it takes to be the first ever female triple-crown in Sin City Wrestling. You’re just the Bombshell Championship away from doing so, so this match to you isn’t even really about winning the belt, it’s about showing your bosses that you have the guts and drive to get there. I think you’re secretly wishing for a strong fight in this match so maybe just maybe Christian or Mark will grant you the chance to go for the top gold once again. I get that, I really do but the jealous you must carry for your never ending failures must be starting to eat away at you, they must be starting to take over… and take over they will at Summer XXXTreme. Sure if I wasn’t in this match I would be mostly rooting for you, wait… that’s the wrong term to use around you… I would be cheering for you… but because I’m invested on that championship belt, I won’t be your fan; I’ll be your obstacle, the “outsider” girl who is in your way.

Taking the straw of her drink in between her right index finger and her thumb she slowly brings it up to her lips, taking a long draw on it letting the chilly fluid fill her mouth, instantly cooling her down. Placing the drink back down by her side, the coolly spoken Emma Rose continued.

Emma:  Mercedes Vargas, the women I have been told who should become the next SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, the girl who comes out week after week to trash the fans and to build herself up taller than the Burj Khalifa building. Once again I don’t know you, but the one of the many things I know about being a female is that one of our biggest weaknesses is being over confident and right now, the confidence is oozing out of you. You most likely think you have this in the bag already, you most likely already feel like Necra has handed you over the belt on a gold platter. You probably feel cheated that Christian and Mark have placed you in a six way match up for the belt that you think you deserve to go one on one with Necra for. All the confidence would and could be shifting to imbalance. You see a girl like you already thinks that she runs the world, so when the keys get moved or when the orbit gets shifted, the ripple effect comes into play. You MIGHT have been the favorite to win this match, but that was before Laura, Nessa, Jessie and myself were entered into the equation. I can only begin to imagine the shock that has hit your core right now as now you have to think your master plan in beating Necra, now you have the added match members, you have the elimination process and the fact that the ring will be above the water… you dear Mercedes might not even get the chance to show Necra what you’re made of, you Mercedes might not even get a look in at this championship belt. Since you have talked yourself up so highly you have painted yourself into a corner, you have single handedly screwed yourself over in this match. The more you talk, the more you paint a target and if the other girls in this match have any sense at all they will look at making sure your body makes the biggest and first splash on the night. As the girl on the winning roll, you should be the first go, in order for the rest of us to survive. Don’t take this a compliment Mercedes because the last thing I want to do is help you feel even more powerful than what you really are, I just wanted you to know that the more you preach the more the other girls are going to see my point the more others are going to see the need to remove you quickly and forcefully from this match. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be one of the first to taste the water at Summer XXXTreme and it’s all because of your mouth. Consider your impending defeat, one hundred and ten per cent your fault.  

Tilting her hat some more to shade herself from the blistering sun the fair skinned Emma clicked her tongue off her white teeth.

Emma:  Next up, we have Laura Jackson, pitiful Laura Jackson. The girl I’ve been told that is nothing without her girlfriend, well consider that the truth because Amanda Cortez isn’t going to be around to save you… and let’s face it the spot light escapes you when you’re by yourself. Do you really think you have what it takes to rise up against the rest of us? Hell I find it extremely disheartening when I saw you talk about Nessa and I like were are just the trash that ACW sends over to SCW to help boost the numbers, ACW might be SCW’s sister company but that doesn’t mean we aren’t as strong, fierce or as competitive as you. I’ll have you know that out company might be small and we might just be starting out, but we have women on our roster that would put this roster to shame. Power isn’t sized by length of time, it’s measured by the way you can inflict it and right now you’re just a plastic bag floating in the breeze easy for that taking. Why so harsh? Because I hate it when someone you don’t even know is so easy to pass judgment I hate it when someone is meant to be in a professional sport takes so little time to stop and research their opponents. It’s disrespectful. If this was the other way round Laura and you were coming into ACW territory you would expect respect, so why is it that you lack the skill to fathom it for Nessa and I? In your eyes Laura you’re the keeper of the Roulette championship, but like I just said it’s what you see in your own dam eyes because the rest of us know that the Bombshell Roulette Championship won’t be going home with you. I might be a rookie in your eyes Laura, but how are you going to feel knowing that this Rookie out lasted you in the Pool Party match up in Summer XXXTreme. My original plan was to come in and give it a red hot crack for the title but now it seems like my sights have been shifted to teaching you a thing of two about common courtesy.

Bringing her hands together Emma whipped them as if to say taking our Laura would be a piece of cake. A few droplets of water splash onto her body from someone diving into the pool beside her. Unfazed by it at all the Kiwi juts rubs it into her skin, her hand running up and down her right thigh.

Emma:  Last but not least we have the Current Roulette Champion, the woman who holds the crown, the Queen of the dead, the black lady and the reaper of souls. Forgive me Necra but why does it a appear that you have sat down and watched every historical mummy documentary you could find and then decided to base your career off of the facts? What did you say about when I look into your eyes I will see death? Well your one hundred per-cent correct Necra I will see death, but it won’t be my title hopes dying it will be the common knowledge that your title reign is coming to an abrupt end at Summer XXXTreme, the dead you speak of will be your own, it will be your downfall not ours. Do you really think that the reaper of the souls has enough in her tank to take us all out? You Necra will be the big red target, you Necra will be the one that all of us will be gunning for, do you really think you have enough motivation, enough momentum and enough strength to fight us off? In death you calmed to have been reborn with new powers and strength, you have claimed that it has made you unstoppable, but Necra death is the end… and this Sunday you will finally meat yours again. Oh and sweetie don’t be concerned about my silence, don’t see that as my fear… you of all people should know that silence instills one of the words greatest fears in people because when you do see from or hear from someone you don’t know what their thinking. You don’t know what their capable of and I think it’s fair for me to say that the Bombshell’s of Sin City Wrestling aren’t ready for the surprises that the ACW women have in store for them. I’m not tooting Nessa’s horn I just think it’s fair to say that both of us will be a pleasant surprise in this match up.

Adjusting the strap of her bikini the Kiwi looked down at her chest, while rubbing a few droplets of water into her skin that had landed there before. Letting out a sigh before turning back to look into the cameras lens she raised her drink up to her shimmery pink lips taking another sip.

Emma:  Ladies at the beginning I was wanting to walk out with the gold and a part of me still does but it seems like I have a lot to prove to you all, so at Summer XXXTreme if by some way I can win this match and take the Bombshell Roulette Championship back home to ACW that will be the icing on the cake, but as of right now… I’m here to silence the critics I’m here to silence the doubt that surrounds my name. Just know I won’t be a push over I won’t be an easy picking, I hope to one of the girls who stands out in this match, in fact I know I will. Strength comes from believing in yourself and right now that’s all I’ve got to give. I’ve come a long way to get here, I’ve had to struggle to make it into this business so don’t think for one second that while I’m in it I’m going to lay down and willingly be beaten, don’t think I’m going to stand back and watch opportunities pass me by. To my fans I can’t guarantee a victory but I can promise one hell of a show, because let’s face it seeing me wet or dry will be a sneaky little highlight.

Lifting her black Dior classes away from her face Emma winks playfully at the camera, her softly spoken words were now becoming a little bit cheekier. After all she was on this cruise to help peak the interest in the ACW women’s division, why not use her feminine ways?

Emma:  Just know that I plan to give this match everything I have and then a little bit more, after all it was me who put my hand up to be in this match… I wanted this, so to be true to myself and to my fans I need to put my all into it… only then will I walk away satisfied. On Sunday night I will do everything within my power to keep being Kia Kaha… until then ladies, I wish you best of luck… here’s hoping you all know how to swim.

Lifting her drink to the camera as if to toss the other females in this match Emma brings it back to her lips, downing the remainder of it. Placing the glass down by her side she picks up the piece of pineapple that was cupped to the side of the glass and places it in her mouth. Eating it slowly, the kiwi licks her lips when she’s finished.  

Emma:  Ladies you all seem to be so worried about my strength and about my capabilities of being in this match so I leave you with this… You never know how strong you are; until being strong is the only choice you have left. Trust me I’ve been working on my mental strength for years, have you? I know I’ve got this, I know I can out live this and I know I will show you all just how strong this unknown underdog from Dunedin New Zealand can be…

Taking the straw hat off her head and the glasses away from her face the Kiwi winks and smiles at the camera before slipping into the inviting water. Popping her head back up she runs her hands through her soaked hair and smirks.

Emma:  Until then, I’ll see you on Sunday night for Summer XXXTreme two… when you’ll see this Kiwi sizzling up your screen.

Winking again before disappearing under the water the New Zealand based bombshell swam off into the distance as the camera man panned backwards capturing a shot of the deck before fading to black.

~~~

OFF CAMERA!!!

CRASH BANG GIGGLE GIGGLE FUCK GIGGLE GIGGLE CRASH!!! Opening her cabin door Emma looks out into the hallway to see what all the noise is about but she can’t see anything to the left so she quickly looks to the right, stumbling out and around from the corner Ben Jordan is seen wearing just his trademark boxer shorts. His bottom lips sucked into his mouth as he seems to be holding up the wall.

Emma:  Why are you standing outside my door wearing your boxes?

Ben looks ups at her with a drunken smile plastered on his face as he sways towards her trying to lift his legs to walk.

Ben:  Well it’s the damnest thing, One minute I was there in clothes and the next I thought it would be fun to show off Wile E Coyote

As he spoke the Cockney king was trying to use his hands but it was nose use he was that intoxicated all it did was put off his balance.

Emma:  Ben I can’t understand a word your saying, slow down.

Reaching out with his right hand his index finger went to press her nose but he fell short and ended up stumbling down to poke the top of her chest that was covered by her night shirt.

Ben:  He needs to find roadrunner… meep meep…

A hiccup left Ben’s lips as he brought his left hand up and ran it through his hair. Mouthing meep meep over and over.

Emma:  Righto well have a good night.

Holding onto her door Emma went to close it but Ben shoved his foot in the way, seemingly the alcohol numbed the pain from the wooden door hitting him on the ankle.

Ben:  Oi Kiwi, talk to me…

Emma:  You need to go to bed and sleep off whatever hangover you have just created for yourself.

Waving him off the redhead tried to close the door once more but Ben stumbled into it.

Ben:  So now you don’t want to talk to me? You should so talk to me, cause I'm like really funny, and interesting, and my accent is the mutts nuts.

Emma:  I do want to talk to you but not like this.

Throwing his hand sup in the air Ben sighed while shaking his head.

Ben:  women, you’re never happy. Would you be happy if I tickled you with a feather?

Emma:  It’s like three am Ben… go to sleep.

Ben:  And what time would be a good time for convenience you with my talking? I'm so free now, and tomorrow, and maybe if ya lick ya lips, the day after.

Winking at her Ben tried to reach out and grab her jaw but Emma moved her face back.

Emma:  Ummm

Ben:  No forget it, I never could keep you happy…

Emma:  Ben!!!

She yelled at him trying to get him to keep his voice down.

Ben:  So tell me how’s the virginity keeping you?

Without even rendering him of a response Emma slammed the door in his face, leaving Ben alone in the hallway. Emma headed back to her bed but another loud thud noise came from outside. Racing over to the door she swung it open about to give Ben a verbal spray but she found him on the ground naked, holding his bits and pieces in pain. Looking up at her Ben had a pained look on his face as he spoke.

Ben:  Owww, I think I snapped my todger.

Emma:  Why are you naked?

Her mouth flung open in surprise as Ben let go of his “todger” to point down the hallway.

Ben:  The roadrunner took me pants… meep meep..

Emma:  This unbelievable.

Ben:  No he’s real I saw him… he pants me. Then he run to the end of the hall, jumped up, said meep meep and then there was dust.

Ben chuckled to himself as he repeated “meep meep” over and over once more.

Emma:  At least cover yourself up.

Ben:  Why? I like the sea breeze… salts good for the wound. Sea breeze tickles the jacobs.

Walking into her room Emma quickly snatched up a towel and brought it back out to Ben who was struggling to get back up to his feet. Wrapping the towel around him she helped the Cockney king up to his feet and made sure he had steady footing.

Emma:  Here keep this around you and go back to you room.

Ben:  Emma

He looked into her eyes with a twinkle in his.

Emma:  What?

Licking his lips he ducked his head into hers.

Ben:  I don’t have a key. I mean I have no pants on, or a jacket, and I'm telling you, there's not a key in the only place there might be a key.

As he was describing the items of clothing he was missing he let go of the towel and stumbled towards her, his unmentionables coming into contact with her.

Emma:  Fine come in and I’ll call Mickey to come get you.

She was quick to wrap the towel back around him before pushing his drunk arse into her cabin leading him over to the bed she gets him to take a seat but Ben flops backwards like a star fish letting his manhood be shown to her once more. Covering him up with the towel she quickly walks over to the phone and starts dialling some numbers. As she is trying to find Mickey she can hear the light sounds of Ben snoring, turning around to look at him she drops the phone back down on the receiver.

Emma:  Jesus Christ Ben.

Covering him back up with the blankets this time Emma tucks the sleeping cockney into bed before grabbing a pillow for herself and heading towards the sofa. Signing out loud as she wasn’t impressed Emma made herself comfortable before drifting off to sleep. Lord knows how he or she is going to get out of this one in the morning.  


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NECRA v LAURA v MERCEDES v JESSIE v EMMA v NESSA
« Reply #12 on: August 16, 2013, 11:57:19 PM »
 
T R I V I A L | P U R S U I T
T H E  S E C O N D


ON-CAMERA || ROYAL MONARCH || FRIDAY, AUGUST 16, 2013


«The scene opens coming into full view as a large cruise ship is seen heading towards its destination. As we cut to a view of the deck, we see a throng of people mingling and enjoying the cool summer breeze. Mercedes is sitting on a chaise lounge chair, listlessly turning the pages of the travel brochure. She is interrupted momentarily by a cruise ship passenger who passes by. After a moment, she sets aside her brochure and glances up at the camera.»

“You know, girls, if I didn’t know any better, I'd thought this match would have been more exciting, but turns out it’s been anything but, or maybe it’s just me? (shrugging her shoulders) Maybe I'm anxious and just want to get this over with, even though we're forty-eight hours away from Summer XXXtreme. Could be I'm a little weary from the promos we've delivered against one another. And where, oh where, is Emma Rose?! I sure hope she's okay. Can't help to be worried sick about her. A row boat wouldn't stand a chance out here, that's for sure."

«Mercedes sits up, a genuine expression of worry etched on her face. She was sure that an upstanding company such as Sin City Wrestling wouldn't want to disappoint its fans, and males in that all-important 18-49 age bracket, with one less Bombshell in the match.»

“Come home, Emma Rose! Come home!"

«She shakes her head before bringing up her brochure again She pulls out an itinerary on the night's events, tracing her finger over a few of them.»

“I’m here for business and pleasure. And right now, I’m enjoying the pleasure, but come Sunday, it’s all business. Receipts will be given, and all sales are final."

«A few people pass by, waving at Mercedes who smiles in return.»

"As much as I’m looking forward to Summer XXXtreme, you wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get here. Long lines, rude, obnoxious people. There was some smartass who got wise with the captain before he got thrown out. Good for him, I say. The nerve of some people. Ugh."

ON-CAMERA || ROYAL MONARCH || FRIDAY, AUGUST 16, 2013


«And our scene dissolves into a new scene. We catch up with Mercedes in her balcony cabin as she lies on her side in a convertible sofa while watching television. It’s late in the afternoon now. She acknowledges the camera in mock surprise.»

”Back again, I see. Any of you remember, “Tom and Jerry”? This is a classic episode.“

«Mercedes chuckles at the television. It’s the usual run-of-the-mill chase scene with Jerry obviously owning Tom every time. Mercedes winces and quickly turns away as Tom runs smack-dab into a door that is abruptly thrown open from the other side by the owner of the house. She looks around before returning to the living room as Jerry points and laughs from the safety of his mouse hole. As for our unlucky housecat, Tom would curse his fate and return to plotting his next move.»

”Jessie Salco and Laura Jackson kinda remind me of Tom and Jerry, though who is Tom and who is Jerry depends on your matter of perspective. Or maybe they’re both Tom, I don’t know. One is trying to win this title for the first time, and the other is trying her darndest to hold that title again. But each time they reach for that invisible brass ring – SPLAT! Something unfortunate happens. (laughing at the cartoon show) Unfortunately, like Tom, we’re not willing to give up so easily. If at first you don’t succeed, you’re about average. Anything after three times, and I think you just need to remove all evidence that you tried. That, and probably moving to another country to start a new life. No one wants to remember you as the one who had ten title shots and failed each and every time. Just saying."

«Mercedes walks out onto the balcony admiring the view.»

”You both are looking for a storybook ending, and I admire you for that. Everyone loves that kind of stuff. Now, it's not going to be easy, but just imagine if you actually pulled it off? (now begins talking with her hands) Hometown welcome. I'm talking ticker-tape parade, streamers and balloons, streets named after you, an entire day in your honor, keys to the city. It’s a great feeling, right?" (walks out onto the railing and bellows) Passengers of the Royal Monarch, listen to me! Doesn't this want to make you go "Aww..."?! Doesn't this melts your heart?! Maybe shed a tear?! Tissue, anyone?! Everybody LOVES the underdog! Do you hear that up there?!" (Voice returns to normal) You can have a town, why don't you take it? You're gonna make it after all!"

«Mercedes jumps in the air while clicking her heels together, but lands awkwardly. Hopefully nobody saw that. Well, until she turned in the direction where a family of four, also wanting to enjoy the view, helplessly stared at her. The family dog, a golden retriever wines.»

"Uh, hi?" (nervous laughter)

"And I thought the last cruise we went on was weird."

"Mom, can we move to another cabin?"

"Come along, you two. Your father will see if they have any on the other side of the ship."

"Do you how much cabins cost around here? It's expensive!"

«Our scene fades as the family quickly leaves, with the golden retriever behind them as Mercedes walks back in, though with much difficulty.»

"Ow! Ankle!"

ON-CAMERA || ROYAL MONARCH || FRIDAY, AUGUST 16, 2013


«The scene transitions to later in the night. Wearing a midnight blue cocktail dress, we find Mercedes Vargas waving, smiling and moving through the crowd while sipping a small glass. She stands over the rail and looks out at the calm sea before looking back at the crowd.»

“I can't help but think I'm forgetting about someone. (snaps her fingers) Oh, right, the champion herself. Your chances of winning this match are not 100%. It’s not even 50%. It’s more like, oh I don’t know, 20%? But your chances of walking away unscathed, well, that’s much lower: I’d say around 0%. There’s no two ways about it, Necra. You’re pretty much screwed, so you might as well prepare to say goodbye to your three months, or 16 weeks, or 112 days, whichever you prefer, as champion. I’d say I feel sorry for you, but then, who are we kidding? I know I won’t be winning Miss Congeniality anytime soon."  

«She smiles.»

“However, if I were to nominate someone for Miss Congeniality, it would be Va (cuts herself off sharply, then smiles) Nessa. Sure, she may seem to be wearing blinders most of the time and can be quite saucy, but we can sweep that under the rug, right? She gets a pass, right? I think she’s a shoo-in. You want to hate her, but gosh darn it, you can’t. She has to be brought in for multiple homicides, because she kills them with kindness.  (a moment's pause) Thank you, I’ll be here all night. (raising her glass) Try the spritzer.”

«Mercedes looks up as a talent competition has started up. A man is crooning “Beyond the Sea” on the stage.»

“”Funny the title of her video blogs is called “Against the Wall.” I don’t know. Some may say she’s “off the wall”. Maybe she’s hit a wall, or maybe she realizes that the writing is on the wall. Inquiring minds want to know."

”Even though I had to go through all hell to get here, I think I’m going to enjoy myself aboard the luxury Royal Monarch. So, you girls can fight over the title. All I want is just you, Necra. Just you."

"So, uh, yeah. Good luck out there, and I'll see you and all of you at Summer XXXtreme."


«The scene fades with the band playing "Lazy, Hazy Crazy Days of Summer" as Mercedes walks off to enjoy the rest of the night.»

«End»



« Last Edit: August 17, 2013, 12:39:26 AM by Mercedes Vargas »

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<span style="color:Orange">SCW ACCOMPLISHMENTS
2x SCW Hall of Famer (Class of 2018, Class of 2022)
World Bombshell Champion (x2)
Bombshell Roulette Champion (x4)
Bombshell Internet Champion 
World Bombshell Tag Team Champion (x3; w/Traci Patterson (x2) and Delia Darling (x1)
World Mixed Tag Team Champion (x3; x2 w/Kain, x1 w/Goth)
Third Bombshell SCW Triple Crown Champion (6th SCW Triple Crown Champion overall)
First-ever and only 2x, 3x and 4x Bombshell Triple Crown Champion in SCW history (most ever by a female wrestler)
Second Bombshell Grand Slam Champion (4th SCW Grand Slam Champion overall)
Fastest wrestler to 100 career matches on Climax Control (October 2019)
First-ever fourteen-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and fourteenth title (November 28, 2021)
(2968 days/97 months between October 2013 and November 2021/8 years, 1 month, 15 days)
First-ever thirteen-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and thirteenth title (April 11, 2019)
(2737 days/89 months between October 2013 and April 2021/7 years, 5 months, 29 days)
First-ever twelve-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and twelfth title (June 30, 2019)
(2086 days/68 months between October 2013 and June 2019/5 years, 8 months)
First-ever eleven-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and eleventh title (September 16, 2018)
(1799 days/59 months between October 2013 and September 2018; 4 years, 11 months)
First-ever ten-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and tenth title (July 22, 2018)
(1743 days/57 months between October 2013 and July 2018; 4 years, 9 months)
First-ever nine-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and ninth title (September 24, 2017)
(1442 days/47 months between October 2013 and September 2017; 3 years, 11 months)
First-ever eight-time champion overall in SCW history, most by a female wrestler; fastest champion, male or female, to reach milestone between first and eighth title (May 15, 2016)
(945 days/31 months between October 2013 and May 2015; 2 years, 7 months)
Longest consecutive pay-per-view appearance 66+ consecutive events since June 23, 2013 SCW pay-per-view debut)
Only woman to compete at every SCW pay-per-view in a calendar year for five consecutive years (2014-2018)
Only woman to compete at every SCW pay-per-view in a calendar year for 10 consecutive years (2014-2023)
One of two wrestlers and the first woman to win five different SCW championships (July 22, 2018)
1743 days/57 months (4 years, 9 months)
First-ever two-time World Bombshell Tag Team Champion (w/Traci Patterson) (June 29, 2014)
First-ever two-time World Mixed Tag Team Champion (w/Kain) (September 16, 2018)
First-ever five-time tag team champion overall in SCW history (September 16, 2018)
1652 days/54 months (4 years, 6 months)
Previously held record for Most career wins by a female wrestler in SCW history (December 16, 2018)
Previously held record foor Most career wins on Climax Control by a female wrestler in SCW history (February 3, 2019)
First-ever seven-time singles champion overall in SCW history (passing Goth for most career singles championship reigns all-time), most by a female wrestler
First-ever six-time singles champion overall in Bombshell history, (tied with Goth for most career singles championship reigns all-time in SCW history)
1442 days/47 months (3 years, 11 months)
One of six female wrestlers (Misty, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Joanne Canelli, Roxi Johnson) and the second fastest to win a title in three consecutive years (May 31, 2015)
595 days/19 months (1 year, 7 months)
Second female wrestler, one of three (Amy Marshall, Roxi Johnson) and the second fastest to win a title in four consecutive years (February 14, 2016)
854 days/28 months (2 years, 4 months)
Only female wrestler to win a championship in six consecutive years:
1743 days/57 months (4 years, 9 months)
(Bombshell Roulette Championship, 2013, 2014; World Bombshell Tag Team Championship, 2015; Bombshell Internet Championship, 2016; World Bombshell Championship, 2017; World Mixed Tag Team Championship, 2018) 
Only woman in SCW history to become a multiple-time champion with four sets of titles (September 16, 2018)
Only woman to become a multiple-time champion with the Bombshell Roulette (x3), World Bombshell Tag Team (x3), World Bombshell (x2) and World Mixed Tag Team Championships in a career (September 16, 2018)
One of two women (Amy Marshall) and one of three wrestlers overall (Marshall, Rage) in SCW history to become a multiple-time champion wirh three sets of titles (February 14, 2016)
Third woman, one of only five (Joanne Canelli, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Roxi Johnson) and the third fastest in SCW history to become a multiple-time champion with the SCW Bombshell Roulette (x3), World Bombshell Tag Team (x3) and Bombshell Internet Championships in a career (February 14, 2016)
First woman and one of only four (Veronica Taylor, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco) to become a multiple-time champion with the Bombshell Roulette and World Bombshell Tag Team Championships (June 29, 2014)
Second woman and one of three (Vixen, Sam Marlowe) to become a multiple-time champion with the Bombshell Roulette and World Bombshell Championships (September 24, 2017)
Third woman and one of only three (Misty, Raynin) to become a multiple-time champion with the World Bombshell Tag Team and World Bombshell Championships (September 24, 2017)
Only female wrestler to become a multiple-time champion with the World Bombshell and World Mixed Tag Team Championships (September 16, 2018)
Second Bombshell after Any Santino and one of six female wrestlers (Roxi Johnson, Mikah, Crystal Caldwell, Keira Fisher-Johnson) to win all three singles championships (September 16, 2018)
One of five women (Kittie, Vixen, Joanne Canelli, Delia Darling) to have never lost their first match of a new year and the first to do so four years in a row (June 2013 debut, January 2014, 2015, 2016)
Second wrestler male or female after Jessie Salco and one of three (Jessie Salco, Roxi Johnson) to reach 50 career PPV matches (Into the Void X, 23 May 2021)
First wrestler male or female to reach 60 career PPV matches (High Stakes X, November 22, 2022)Most career PPV matches in SCW (surpassed Jessie Salco with 59, Violent Conduct VIII, September 4, 2022)
Most career matches on Climax Control<Most career matches in SCW
One of three women to have never lost their first supercard match of a new year and the first to do so five years in a row (June 2013 debut, January 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017) 
First-ever SCW Queen for a Day battle royal winner (December 2 Dismember III supershow, December 13, 2015)
Second Bombshell to have wrestled 100 TV/PPV matches, fastest in history to reach milestone (September 3, 2017)
(1554 days, or 51 months between June 2013 and September 2017)
Fifth woman to have wrestled 50 TV/PPV matches, third fastest in history to reach milestone (July 19, 2015)
(777 days, or 25 months between June 2013 and July 2015)
Second-longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion 
September 14, 2014 - March 8, 2015 (175 days; 5 months, 22 days; held record for longest singles reign for 17 months after reign ended)
Most consecutive/successful title defenses, 5;
[record tied by Sam Marlowe twice on 24 September 2017 and 7 April 2019]
Second most combined consecutive/successful title defenses, 7; broken on 26 January 2019; [held record for most combined defenses for four years after third reign ended]
Second woman to have held Bombshell Roulette Championship three times (after Necra Octavian Kane) (September 14, 2014) 
Fourth woman and one of five (Misty, Vixen, Necra Octavian Kane, Jessie Salco) to have held a Bombshell singles title three times (September 14, 2014) 
Only woman to record four title reigns in a single year
(2014, winning the Bombshell Tag Team (March, June) and Bombshell Roulette (January, September) Championships two times each)
First woman in SCW history to go unpinned/unsubmitted in singles matches for up to an entire year (365 days) or more (434 days)
Longest Bombshells singles unpinned/unsubmitted streak in SCW history
(June 2, 2013 - August 10, 2014) -
14 months, 8 days/434 days overall/62 weeks
Longest Bombshells unpinned/unsubmitted streak in SCW history 
(June 2, 2013 - March 30, 2014)
9 months, 28 days/301 days overall/43 weeks
[Held record from March 30, 2014 - March 21, 2016
722 days/23 months, 3 weeks/103 weeks and 1 day]</span>

<span style="color:gold">The Checklist</span>
<span style="color:grey"><span style="color:gold">Faith</span>
Ambrosia Grey/Joanne Canelli/Laura Jackson
<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco</span>
Nessa Wall/Jessie Salco (x2)
<span style="color:gold">Nessa Wall (x2)</span>/Traci Patterson
Misty/Vixen
<span style="color:gold">Traci Patterson (x2)</span>
Lizzie Short/Traci Patterson (x3)/<span style="color:gold">Joanne Canelli (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall</span>
<span style="color:gold">Traci Patterson (x4)</span>/Jessie Salco (x3)
Emma Rose/Joanne Canelli (x3)
Roxi Johnson/Electra Styles
Jessie Salco (x4)/<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall (x2)</span>
Felony Fontana/Rock Rose
Trishelle Jordan/Traci Patterson (x5)
Misty (x2)/Roxi Johnson (x2)/Amy Marshall (x3)
Necra Octavian Kane/<span style="color:gold">Natalie McKinley</span>/Joanne Canelli (x4)
<span style="color:gold">Necra Octavian Kane (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Cynthia Warren</span>
<span style="color:gold">Zuri Chastain</span>
<span style="color:gold">Zuri Chastain (x2)</span>/Traci Patterson (x6)
<span style="color:gold">Traci Patterson (x7)</span>
Caleb Houston/Roxi Johnson (x3)
Amy Marshall (x4)/<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco (x5)</span>
Amanda Cortez/Veronica Taylor
Amanda Cortez (x2)/Veronica Taylor (x2)
<span style="color:gold">Raynin</span>
Amy Marshall ((5)/<span style="color:gold">Raynin (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Alexis Edwards</span>
<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall (x6)/Kate Steele/Traci Patterson (x8)/Kahlan "Bliss" Fischer</span>
<span style="color:gold">Zuri Chastain (x3)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Alexis Edwards (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Melanie Gabrielle</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe</span>
<span style="color:gold">Amy Marshall (x7)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Crystal Millar</span>
<span style="color:gold">Celeste North</span>         
Dax Beckett/<span style="color:gold">Celeste North (x2)</span> 
James Tuscini/<span style="color:gold">Trish Newborn</span>  
Ivan Darrell/Amanda Cortez (x3)
<span style="color:gold">Kate Steele (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Otaki</span>  
<span style="color:gold">Bobbie Dahl</span>
<span style="color:gold">Polly Playtime</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x3)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Trinity Jones</span>
<span style="color:gold">Seleana Zdunich</span>
<span style="color:gold">Dani Weston</span>
<span style="color:gold">Charlotte Elliot</span>/Daniel J Morgan
Antrax/Iron Maiden
Samantha Marlowe (x4)/Caleb Storms
Kate Steele (x3)/Jessie Salco (x6)
<span style="color:gold">Sierra Williams</span>/Ella Singleton
<span style="color:gold">Apple Coren</span>
<span style="color:gold">Ella Singleton (x2)</span>
Amanda Cortez (x4)/<span style="color:gold"> Daniela V. Rodgers</span>
<span style="color:gold">Trinity Jones (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x5)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco (x7)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Samantha Marlowe (x6)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Keira Fisher-Johnson</span>
<span style="color:gold">Jessie Salco (x8)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Apple Coren (x2)</span>
<span style="color:gold">Bea Barnhart</span>
<span style="color:gold">Pandora Barrett</span>
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