{OOC: Sorry Mark… did my best with the flashback
Also should have been a little longer but ran out of time.}
5th January 2014
Harrah's Laughlin Hotel & Casino Grandstand
Laughlin, Nevada
Entering the arena earlier on in the day, a sense of dread hit me and it stayed with me right up until match time, where the dread turned into nerves. As I watched Mercedes spin the Roulette Wheel just before the match, I held my breath and closed my eyes I waited and hoped for a good stipulation.
As the wheel slowed and the clickty clack sound lessoned, I opened my eyes to see the wheel land on Powerpuff Hardcore match. This left a few people scratching their heads; including Mercedes and myself who wondered what the hell it was.
And soon we found out, as we both did our entrances, where I pretty much hugged the Roulette title tightly and not wanting to let it go.
Inside the ring, I looked around and soon realised that this Powerpuff hardcore match was nothing more than an insulting joke, as we saw pillowcases, nylon tights and various other stupid so called weapons. All this stuff left me a little unsure of what the hell I was supposed to do with nylons, pillow cases, toilet paper, teddy bears etc… and I guess this caught me off guard and threw me off my game.
And the result of this stupid stipulation… I had lost my roulette title and although it hurt to lost it, it was in some way my own fault as I should have been better prepared, but at the end of the day my second only singles title run was a success and I could wait to fight for the rematch or move onto the bombshell title held by Gothika.
Whatever the case… I needed to forget this loss and move on pretty damn quick.
However, I knew that as soon as I entered the backstage area, I would be bombarded with questions from Scott, Pussy or Rocky, and no sooner had I entered the backstage area, I was greeted by Pussy Willow and instead of stopping to talk; I just continued my walk of shame.
”Amy, can I have your thoughts about the match?”
Pussy began.
”Firstly the stipulation was pointless utter bullshit that should be an option on any Roulette wheel, however, I do admit that it was my fault for not being prepared enough.”
“So are you not angry?”
“Angry only at myself for fucking up and maybe a little at Mercedes for taking the title, but hey the better woman won at the end of the day.”
I explained.
“How about a rematch?”
“What about it?”
“Are you going to ask for one?”
Laughing at Pussy.
“That’s a pretty dumb question. Of course I fucking am.”
Shaking my head.
“And if you are finished, I would like to shower and leave.
I said as Pussy and camera person stopped following, leaving just me to find a shower to wash away whipped cream, embarrassment and disappointment.
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Wednesday 8th January
Juneau, Alaska.
The scene opens a couple days after Amy had lost the bombshell Roulette title to Mercedes Vargas, where the past few days Amy had stayed at her home in Vegas to recover from the match but mainly from the embarrassment of her abysmal attempt at defending her title.
With the message that she wasn’t booked, Amy headed to Juneau to meet up with Marcus and visit the family. As she sat on the plane, Amy realised that she had spent more time in Juneau in the last few months than she had in several years and all because of starting something up with ex-boyfriend.
Stepping off the plane onto Alaska soil, Amy began the short walk towards the carousels to collect her luggage before quickly exiting the airport into an awaiting taxi. Giving the driver instructions to head to 637170 Fairview Drive in Salmon Creek, in which he typed into his sat nav and the journey began.
Watching the familiar scenery flicker past the window, Amy hated this journey as it always ended up with an argument between her and her mom. And this was why Amy preferred to visit friends first, but her mom and her sister Mary had met in secret and decided to make it mandatory for everyone to visit family first.
Although this was a little annoying, as she wanted some liquid courage before visiting, but she had to accept it.
The half hour taxi ride from the airport was boring as the taxi driver decided to talk the whole journey about everything and anything, so by the time got to the house, she would prefer to listen to her mom for an hour than a taxi driver.
Quickly paying the driver, Amy grabbed her bags before heading up the house, where she lightly knocked on the door and waited.
A few moments later, her dad opens the door.
“Hi dad”
I said with a smile.
He smiles back and opens the door to allow Amy into the house.
“Thanks. How are you dad?”
Amy asked as she entered the Marshall household and placing her bags down by the door.
“Good thanks. What do I owe this pleasure?”
Her dad asks as he disappears into the kitchen, as Amy walks further into the house and into the living room, where she notices a couple of pictures and the wedding invitation from what would have been Amy and Kevin’s wedding.
“I have a week off and thought I come and visit. Where is mom?”
Amy asked as she sat on the sofa and picked up on the pictures, as we see a baby picture.
“At one of her weekly bitching about the world meetings.”
Her dad says.
“Why are these pictures out?”
Amy asked as she flipped over the picture and read the writing.
Amy aged 11 months. March 1981 “She was spring cleaning and found them including the invite.”
Her dad said coming out of the kitchen with a couple of cups, where he hands one of them to her.
“Thanks.”
Amy then picked up the other picture to reveal an older little girl and flipping it over.
Amy aged 6. February 1986/b]
Amy smirked and realised that this picture was the last time; Amy was actually a normal little girl aka before she found punk music.
{Flashback}
Sunday 22nd July 1986
Age: 6
From the age of 3, my parents would drop me off at my cousin’s house a few miles down the road, while they headed off to work. Back then proper childcare was non existent except for a few au pares, so instead family member or friends would baby-sit for a few hours, while people headed off to work or whatever they needed to do.
My cousin Harry was my favourite cousin, as he would let me watch what I like and listen to what I like. Back then it was harmless stuff like cheesy pop music and cartoons.
By the age of 5 I had become more inquisitive… I found some of his music magazine and CD’s, but he took them off me and told me to keep to the pop music.
It was then at age of 6…that one evening I snuck out of bed and crept half way down the stairs and watched Harry and his friends listen to music and chat.
The music that was playing was oi oi oi by the Cockney Rejects, as I listened to that, I looked at his friends, who had Mohawks, tattoos, piercings, tight checked trousers or ripped denim jeans, Doc Martins and various other punky clothing and I was mesmerised.
As I watched them passed around a joint, I failed to see one of Harry’s friends behind me.
“Like what you see”
Standing quickly, I turn to see Harry’s girlfriend – Syd.
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be in bed and you shouldn’t be sorry.”
She said as she sat on the stairs.
“I know… but I was curious.”
“Did you know curiosity killed the cat?”
Syd said with a shrug.
“But you know what, its good to be curious. So follow me.”
Syd continued.
“What about Harry?”
I questioned.
“I’ll tell him it’s my fault.”
I smiled as I grabbed Syd’s hand and headed down the stairs with her, where she spoke with Harry, who didn’t seem too happy with me being up and around his friends, but just accepted it.
Turning up the music, Syd took off her spiked collar and gave it to me to wear before grabbing my hand and we danced.
I stayed up for another couple of hours, as I listened to The Ramones, Sex Pistols, more Cocky Rejects, The Misfits and various other bands and I was hooked and I wanted to be just like Harry, Syd and the rest of the friends.
No more cheesy pop music… just punk music and cartoons.
{End of Flashback}
“So how long are you staying for?”
Her dad asked, snapping Amy out of her daydream.
“I’m here all week, thought I swing by here first as per the mandatory demand, before heading into town.”
Amy said as she placed the mug on the table.
“Well it’s nice to see you, even though your mother doesn’t appreciate it.”
I give a small smile.
“Thanks.”
Amy leans over and gives her dad a hard hug.
The scene soon fades out with Amy picking up the wedding invite, as she and her dad talk about what’s been happening with him, mom, sisters and what’s Amy has been doing, her career and then the true story of why things never worked out between Amy and Kevin.
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Two weeks without a match… it definitely kills the brain cells, but don’t worry I haven’t been sitting on my ass, while I have been visiting the family and looking after my business… I’ve also been keeping busy inside the local gyms, watching the show a few weeks back and studying videos.
So when I returned to watch last weeks Climax Control backstage, my future was up in the air and was unsure what was planned for me at My Bloody Valentine. I really wanted a rematch for the title I lost to Mercedes Vargas, but then again I noticed how Gothika’s standards have been slipping recently… and then I realised I had a dilemma… ask for the rematch against Mercedes or demand a title shot against Gothika…
Well it appears that making demands works better than asking, as I found myself facing Gothika for the Bombshell championship, unfortunately while I deserve to be in this title match there appears to be two others who don’t deserve to be in this match.
Those two people are: Necra Octavian Kane and Roxi Johnson.
Firstly Necra; I am going to tell Roxi the same thing I am going to tell you… you do not deserve to be in this match… what the hell have you done recently? Nothing… you haven’t won a title recently and haven’t done anything noticeable… but I can guess how you got the shot from Mark and Christian, but all that hoodoo bullshit doesn’t work with me and if we were still friends, it won’t change anything… everyone man for themselves remember and you won’t be getting your hands on that bombshell title.
Did you hear all that Roxi, what I said to Necra also applies to you… except we were never friends nor tag partners. Again why are in this match? And what have you done recently? In my eyes nothing, you are in this match to make up numbers and the fact that you held the Bombshell title once… but you have had your rematch and had your time in the limelight… now move over and let others step into that light.
And finally… our champion…
Gothika.
There was a time when I watched your promos and watched your matches and thought that you and Darknyss were unbeatable with your reign of ‘terror’ and weirdness, but now that I have settled down and won the tag titles and won the Roulette title and watched others around me… that I’ve noticed that since you won the bombshell title… you don’t look so scary.
In fact… you are looking a little vulnerable and I notice also some self-doubt creeping into your blood soaked little brain, and what else I notice is that in some shape or form you or you and your partners haven’t been successful on recent shows.
So that’s why I demanded to be in this match instead of asking for a rematch… clearly this hasn’t sat well with the other bombshells but at the end of the day as I see it if you cant fulfil the requirements of being a champion and you are struggling... then a new champ must be crowned.
Your time as champion is coming to an end and a new one must be crowned.
Ladies…there will be a new championed crowned and I will be the newly crowned champion when My Bloody Valentine comes to an end.
