V/O People say that bad luck comes in threes… for me it was the breakdown of my relationship with Kevin Carter, then the loss in the grudge match against Roxanne and Necra and finally the loss in the tag team match against Emma Rose and Roxi Johnson last week… so has the world righted itself and will my luck finally come back. 3rd November 2013
Club LAX
Las Vegas, Nevada
The scene opens moments after the tag team match between Emma Rose, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall and Joanne Canelli, where we saw Emma Rose and Roxi Johnson come out on top as Joanne tapped out to the Justice Lock.
Upon entering the backstage arena with Joanne in tow, Amy ushers Joanne towards her locker room the best she could, before continuing on her journey towards her own locker room, as she just wanted to forget about this week and the past few weeks.
However, as she rounded one of the few corners in Club LAX, she was greeted by the sight of Pussy Willow standing and talking with one of the backstage technicians and also maybe waiting for a poor unsuspecting soul, and unfortunately for Amy her changing room was in that direction.
“Shit!”
Putting her head down, Amy tried to slip through, however, with being the only bombshell on the roster with a Mohawk, she was instantly spotted and Pussy Willow quickly finished her conversation with the backstage tech and made a beeline for Amy.
“Amy can I have a few words with you?”
Amy cringed.
“Sure… I would prefer Scott Oliver to interview me. Where is he?”
Amy asked, as she was pretty sure Pussy didn’t watch the match and that Amy preferred Scott Oliver to interview her these days.
“He’s unavailable. Sorry” Pussy shrugs apologetically. “So can I get your thoughts about your match tonight.”
Amy just shook her head, and suspected that Pussy never saw the match and was far too busy talking the backstage tech guy.
“Sure. At this moment, my only thoughts are that I am hoping that my run of bad luck inside the ring and outside the ring has disappeared. And I hope that this match is number 3 in the run of bad luck. But I am glad I wasn’t the one who was pinned tonight, just the receiving end of the usual loss. But congrats to Roxi and Emma for the win tonight.”
Satisfied with her response, Amy gave Pussy a small smile before turning and walking off in the direction she was originally heading – her locker room. Once in the locker room, Amy grabbed a bottle of water, where she took in a couple of gulps before grabbing her bag pulling out her street clothes. The scene quickly fades on Amy sitting down and unlacing her boots.
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4th November 2013
Time: 8:45am
Juneau, Alaska.
Juneau International Airport.
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The day after Amy and Joanne lost to Roxi and Emma, Amy decided to head home and visit her parents and face the music – more from her mom than anyone else. As her fight approached the runway, the butterflies in her stomach increased, as Amy never knew why she was always nervous when she returned back to her hometown…. But she did know that she would be getting hell because of the recent public break-up between Amy and Kevin.
“Welcome to Juneau international airport, please stay in your seat until the plane has landed safely and has docked at the terminal. Thank you for flying with Alaska Airlines.”Ignoring the overly cheery flight attendant, Amy looked out of the small porthole window as she quickly spotted the scenery she knew very well. As the plane landed with a short sharp judder, Amy picked up her laptop case from between her legs and placed it on her lap before grabbing her cell phone and turning off flight mode.
Amy sent a quick text to someone informing him or her that she had just landed, unfastening her seatbelt; Amy stood to her feet and quickly headed to the door to ensure she would be at the front of the queue.
5 minutes later, every disembarked and headed to baggage reclaim, as everyone waited for his or her bag to come along, Amy didn’t see someone coming up behind her, until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. Amy pulled the arms away and quickly spun around readying herself to hit that person.
“What the hell?”
Amy came face-to-face with her mystery hugger and soon realised who it was.
“Marcus.”
“Hey”
Amy threw her arms around this man and gave him a hard hug.
“What are you doing here?”
Amy asked.
“Just flew in. It appears we were on the same flight. I assume you are visiting the family.”
Marcus explained.
“I am. And dreading it.”
Marcus chuckled, as he knew how much Amy’s mom disliked Amy’s career path and the people she dated.
“How about a bit of liquid courage in the bar?”
Marcus asked, as she quickly rushed to the carousel and grabbed his bad.
“Tempting but I should be fine. Maybe later on when I’ve had e full ear bending and probing.”
Amy said as she then spotted her bag and grabbed it.
“Well you know where the bar is, and it’s always open for you.”
Amy smiled at Marcus and began to wonder why she and him ever split up in the first place, as he was always such a nice guy.
“Thanks. How are you getting home?”
“A friend is picking me up, do you need a lift as well?”
“Sure.”
Marcus smiled, as he and Amy then began their short walk towards immigration for check etc… before making their way out of the small airport, where they get into a green Chevrolet Chevelle and the driver dropped off Amy in Salmon Creek, while he and Marcus turned back and headed to downtown Juneau.
Waving goodbye, Amy turned and came face to face with her childhood home
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Letting out a small sigh, Amy headed towards the house, as the butterflies in her stomach felt even worse to the point that she felt like throwing up. Knocking gently on the door, a few moments passed and then the door swung open to reveal her father.
“Hey dad.”
He gave her a large smile, which helped melt away some of the butterflies, as Amy stepped forward and gave him a hard hug. Although they had their problems when Amy left home and hadn’t talked to each other for years, her father came to accept Amy unlike her mom.
“Come in.”
Stepping into the house, Amy smiled, however, she noticed that both her sisters were at school, so Amy lacked back up from one sister at least. Closing the door behind her, she placed her bag by the front door and sat down on the sofa.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink?”
“Just a coffee please. So how are you dad?”
Amy asked.
“I’m good.” Her father shouted from the kitchen. “I decided to retire, the stress of the job wasn’t helping my dodgy heart.”
“Are you still taking your meds?”
“I am”
Her father said, as he returned back with cups of coffee in his hands before handing one to Amy.
“What is with the shouting?”
Came a female voice, as Amy’s mom came through from the back garden.
“Hi Mom”
Amy stood to her feet, placing the cup on the table and walked over and gave her a hug, which Amy’s mom didn’t reciprocate back.
“How are you?”
“Fine. We need to talk young lady.”
Amy nodded at those dreaded words, even though she was 33, she still felt like a 5 year old being told off, Amy then looked at her father who just shrugged before taking a seat. She was already wishing that she hadn’t decided come visit her parents and instead take up Marcus’ offer of heading to the bar. But if she didn’t visit her family, she would still have to deal with her mom and why she didn’t come visit.
“Where do you want to start?”
Amy asked.
“How about embarrassing the Marshall name and doing another fucking smut movie.”
It had always been about Amy doing porn and never making anything of herself and each and every time Amy came back to Juneau to see her parents, it always came down to her career whether it be in the wrestling ring or doing more porn… she wasn’t at all surprised that she didn’t start with her failed relationship with Kevin… but no doubt it would come up.
Hours later 1:35pm
The Bar.
Hours after Amy had stepped into her childhood home and faced the grilling and probing from her mom about her career, love life and virtually any other problem that bugged her mom, Amy entered the bar that her ex boyfriend Marcus owned in down town Juneau, after a short taxi ride.
Taking a seat at the bar, Amy put her arms on the bar and lay her head on it in a frustrated and warn out way.
“Here… drink this.”
Lifting her head up and Amy saw sitting in front of her a glass of brandy, putting her hand around the tumbler, Amy just downed the amber liquid ignoring the warm burning sensation that came with it.
“Thanks.”
“Was it that bad?”
Marcus asked, as Amy ran her hand through her long hair unkempt hair.
“Pretty much… I would have preferred having my nipples ripped off salt rubbed into the wounds. I don’t know why I put myself through the torture every time I come home.”
Amy shook her head, as she tried to shake off the tension of the argument that she and her mom had.
“Another drink?”
“Sure. Beer and one of your cheese and ham rolls.”
“Coming up.”
Marcus turns and grabs a beer and then a large cheese and ham roll and places them in front of Amy.
“How much do I owe you?”
Amy asked.
“On the house. Just don’t tell anyone else.”
Amy smiled and nodded her head.
“Secret is safe.”
Marcus just winked at Amy, as she takes a sip of beer before beginning her attack on the cheese and ham roll. The scene quickly fades out on Marcus serving other customers, as Amy pulled out her cell phone and checked to see if she had a match plus do a little twitter surfing.
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Sunday 10th November 2013
Juneau, Alaska (still)
Time: 6:30am
Amy’s apartment.
Beep Beep… beep beep.The scene opens up inside the apartment flat of Amy, where we hear her cell phone beeps indicating that she has a message, which wakes Amy from her sleep. Turning over, Amy grabs her cell phone and checks her message, which instantly makes Amy more awake.
SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
MERCEDES VARGAS © vs AMY MARSHALL
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“Holy shit!”
Amy quickly sat up, and rubbed her eyes making sure that she wasn’t dreaming, however, in the process, she disturbed the person next to her.
“What’s up?”
Amy looked over to see Marcus lying next to her, who looked at her bleary eyed.
“Nothing, go back to sleep.”
And on that cue, Marcus fell back to sleep, as Amy shook her head as she couldn’t believe that she had a title shot and against Mercedes Vargas. Though at this moment, that wasn’t her main concern, it was the fact that she found herself for the second time in the week in bed with Marcus.
The first time, she felt a little guilty and was very tempted to text Kevin and apologise, however, this time the guilt wasn’t as bad, but she kind of felt sorry for Marcus as she thought she was leading him on.
Letting out a small sigh, Amy grabs a cover and climbs out of bed and disappears into the bathroom. And with that the scene quickly fades on Marcus in Amy’s and the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.
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Wednesday 13th November 2013
Covina, California
A few days after Amy visited home, Amy grabbed the next flight out and headed to Covina for Climax Control, where she was ready to face off against Mercedes for the Bombshell Roulette title. For Amy and Mercedes, this wasn’t the first they met, they had met several times in singles and tag team competition in NCW and each and every time Mercedes was the winner.
And since finding out that she was facing Mercedes at Climax Control, Amy headed to the gym twice a day, just to make sure that her head and body was prepared and focused.
The scene opens on Amy as she returns from the gym for the second in the day, where she entered the hotel that she was staying in, as she headed towards the elevator, she was quickly stopped by Necra who walked up to her in her usual mysterious slow paced walk.
“Hey Amy.”
Amy turned and glared at Necra.
”Necra. What do I owe this pleasure of your company?”
“I was just seeing how you are. I know what you weren’t happy with the way our match ended at High Stakes and well we haven’t spoken since.”
Necra said.
“I already made my feelings clear about the outcome of that match, but hey congrats on getting a lucky win, you deserve it.”
Amy said sarcastically before turning and was ready to step into the lift but was stopped by Necra again.
“Hey… good luck with Mercedes on Sunday. You’re going to need it.”
Amy just glared at Necra before getting on the lift, as Necra gave Amy a small smile and wave. As the lift doors closed, giving space between Amy and Necra…the lift whisked Amy up to her floor, Amy shook her head and wondered what Necra’s agenda was.
Entering her hotel room, Amy dumped her training bag on the floor along with her room keys, Amy then sat on the bed for a moment, as she kicked off her trainers as she thought back to her gym session and how her promo came together inside her head.
And instead of waiting for a few days to do something about it, she decided to do it now and grabbed her camera.
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”When I announced that I was leaving NCW and found out that my final match it would be against you, I thought that as bad as this sounds that I would never ever have to face you again. So I was pretty glad that when I left NCW, with my final loss as usual was to you…
And now a year later after I had left NCW and made my presence felt in Sin City Wrestling, we are once again coming face to face for the first time in Sin City Wrestling and for the Bombshell Roulette title, which you somehow hold.
Firstly Mercedes… I don’t think I ever welcomed you to Sin City Wrestling… but then again, why should I welcome someone who I had faced many times in NCW and never beat.
But hey… welcome to Sin City Wrestling.
Now… I already sense that you are going to mock me for my shortcomings here in Sin City… such as not being able to beat Roxi Johnson for the Bombshell title or Necra Octavian Kane for the Bombshell Roulette title… and perhaps mock me for my failed relationship with Kevin.
And no doubt inform me that I have no chance in winning the title.
To be honest, I wasn’t expecting a title shot and frankly I don’t deserve it either… but unlike my previous opportunities I am not going to turn it down.
They say that bad luck comes in threes… well I’ve lost the grudge match against Necra and Roxanne, I lost to Emma and Roxi and I lost the love of my life… so effectively the universe owes me one since it has shit on me.
But I am not totally relying on karma, I have also been working hard inside the gym, I’ve watched back all the videos, where we have faced each other in NCW and I’ve watched your matches here in SCW.
But lets me honest here… you’ve had it quite easy so far and got very very lucky when you beat Nessa. But I can’t say much when Necra and I won the tag titles in my second ever match in SCW.
The thing is you haven’t faced the likes of Misty, Odette, Vixen, Gothika etc… etc… so you don’t know what is like to have tough battles.
But come Sunday night, I am going to give you a tough match as I aim to prize the Roulette title out of your hands and around my waist. I have been in this company one year and yet to win the Bombshell or Roulette title and to be honest, while I haven’t held singles gold for a good few years… I am biding my time and being patient.
Patience is a virtue… right?
Yeah… I am not buying that crap either.
You see Mercedes… I am not going to lie down like all the other times, I am not going to allow all my past losses effect me – yes I did say oh crap when I first saw the match… at first I doubted myself… but I then quickly realised that this is a different company and different circumstances.
I am hungrier, I am stronger and more determined than ever… You better be ready Mercedes because I am taking that Roulette title and I don’t care what the stipulation is.
My time… my title.
