*Blackness*
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The screeching noise echoes through the hallways, sounding of an angry cat PMS-ing. It continues on for what seems like forever within the blackness. Underneath it is the tone of several footsteps and murmuring voices. The screaming finally stops a few seconds after water is heard running. We fade inside of a locker room to find Holly Wood, Angelica, Veronica Taylor, and Tessa Flannigan all standing outside of the shower area. They look at each other in a worried fashion, trying to find the right words to help Delia feel better after what she had just gone through earlier in the night. Losing the Blast From the Past Tournament, and having her face practically shoved up Erik Staggs’ ass. Somehow, nothing seems to come to mind as far as words of inspiration.
Holly: I know this might sound inappropriate to bring up, but did anyone else think her face smelled like hemorrhoid cream and old man balls?
Delia: SHUT UP HOLLY!!!
Holly holds her hands up in surrender, even though Delia can’t see her. She mutters under her breath, hoping that Delia can’t hear her.
Holly: … thought you was hidin’ beauty secrets from us, but I guess that’s just old man booty stank she tryin’ to hide…
Angelica: Oh em gee, bitch… Can’t you see she’s in the middle of a melt down? She needs our support…
Angelica does her best to whisper as Holly rolls her eyes. Holly shrugs her shoulders and steps away from the shower area. She walks up to the foggy mirror, quickly wiping away at it with her gloved hand. She removes the glove from her hand as she starts to disassemble her feminine look, starting by pulling off the fake eyelashes. Tessa comes over to stand by her in a small show of support.
Tessa: Congratulations on yer signing, luv. I know yer going to do great.
Holly: Thanks, gurl… I just feel like we spend so much time focusing on that glory hog that the rest of us are just supposed to fall into the background. Let me make you a promise though…
Tessa nods her head as Alex sets his wig down on the counter next to his lashes. He pulls out his small breast plate as the stocking cap clings to his head, turning to face Tessa as if conflicted by her mere presence.
Alex: As long as I am more than just a model for her handmade clothing… as long as I am showcasing my wrestling skills, I will not stand in the background while she throws temper tantrums. The rest of you can eat her shit up, but I’m gonna go out there and do my own thing.
Tessa: And THAT’S the way ye should be, Alex. Ye have to step out of the shadows and make yer own impression on SCW.
Alex pulls a cloth out of his handbag, stroking his face with it, wiping away the extreme amount of make up he is wearing to be Holly. He breathes heavily as he makes a slow transition.
Tessa: Just promise me one thing, luv… Promise me that ye won’t get mad at her for doing the same thing. She has her way, and ye got yers.
Alex: I know you’re right. I need to stop letting her fits bother me, and just do my own thing. I need to show the fans that I am fierce in my own way.
Tessa nods her head as Alex finishes removing the make up from his face, pulling the netting off of his head. He brushes his hair with his fingers, keeping it slicked back. He suddenly begins to smile.
Alex: It’s a damn shame that, just because she couldn’t have her moment, she wants to rain on mine. Well, I’m gonna go hit up the clubs, and enjoy myself. Anyone who wants to join me, feel free, but leave the shitty attitude at the door.
With that, Alex turns around from the mirror with a little bounce of the hip for emphasis. He looks at Tessa who seems ready to join him. His eyes rest on Angelica and Veronica as he waits to see their reaction. Veronica walks over to join Alex and Tessa as Angelica looks apologetically in their direction. Alex simply shrugs his shoulders and snatches up his duffel bag as he exits the locker room as we fade.
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After many strange eyes resting on Holly at the airport, she was ready to just collapse into her bed and hide from the city until Sunday for Climax Control. She had taken a later flight to Morocco than the rest of the Mean Girls, so she could have time to herself to clear her head. She carries her bag up to the cab, wanting nothing more than to just close her eyes and drift away for about four more days. The driver places her bags in the trunk as she flops into the back seat, resting her head against the window, sighing. Her breaths seem to fog up the window, blocking her view of the rather gorgeous city, but it was no bother to her. This wasn’t the typical destination for a Lady Boy such as herself. All she could do is think to herself that arriving in drag was not such a great idea. Though, there was definitely no hiding the flame, so it probably didn’t mean as much. After all, Delia had told her that this was her favorite vacation spot, and that the hotel was brilliant. Somehow, as Holly drifted off into a daydream fog, it didn’t seem to matter. Being gay in Morocco was illegal, and this was something that would be a real drag… No sex for six weeks?! Panic ensues as the realization smacks Holly straight across the face. She immediately wakes up in a sweat, looking out of the window. Palm trees as far as the eye could see… sparkling blue waters off in the horizon, surrounded by white umbrellas and sun chairs. This looked more like a tropical island resort than a hotel.
Holly: Excuse me, but I needed to go to La Mamounia Hotel?
Driver: Where you think you go?
He looks back at Holly through the rear view mirror and chuckles as he shakes his head. Holly runs her fingers through her hair, brushing it back as she watches the view which only seems to get nicer and nicer. The beige building has a very Arabic feel to it for obvious reasons, though there are other influences as well. It was a pleasant treat for the eyes.
Holly: I shoulda known… that girl always do travel in style…
The cab pulls up to the front of the hotel, stopping in front of two white marble columns. Holly just stares, taking it all in for a moment. The driver gets out and walks to the back to open the door for her. He goes around to the trunk to get her bags as Holly slowly exits the cab. She just looks around at the courtyard before taking her bags in her arms. One around the neck, and two in each hand. What? That’s light for a drag queen! Holly carries them to the door where two men in white salwar kameez open the doors as Holly walks inside, staying off their attempts to help with the bags. Once she walks into the lobby, she practically drops the bags and looks around at the marble walls, and all of the elegant fixtures, gasping.
Holly: Oh NO she betta don’t! Are you serious?
Holly picks the bags off of the ground and lugs them over to the rather meek looking desk to the left. Within moments of standing at the desk, a guest services representative comes up to the desk with a smile plastered on her face.
Rep: Welcome to La Mamounia Hotel, how may I help you?
Holly: Yeah, I’m checking in. Name is Alex Jeffries…
The rep scans through the computer in front of her quickly, her fingers flying as she types in the information. She squints her eyes and then shakes her head, trying it once more, groaning slowly as she doesn’t get the results she was hoping for.
Rep: No, I am sorry, z’ere is no registry for z’is name. Perhaps I can see some identification?
Holly reaches into the pouch of the bag hanging around her neck and pulls out her passport. She slides it onto the desk for the rep to see. As the rep opens it, she looks confused and then bites onto her lip. She types in a few simple commands and then forces the smile back onto her face, sliding the passport back across the counter.
Rep: Z’ere we are. Let me get you z’e room key…
She turns around and pulls out a small card, sliding it through the computer before handing it over to Holly.
Rep: Please, enjoy your stay, monsieur… or, madam…
Holly looks at the rep for a moment, a vacant sort of smile on her face as she simply blinks. After a moment of letting it sink in, Holly giggles politely at the woman’s blunder and begins placing the passport and room key back into her bag.
Holly: Oh, “crossdressing faggot” is fine by me, honey… Enjoy your day!
Holly waves her fingers as her smile turns into annoyance. She rolls her eyes and picks up her bags as she walks over toward the elevator. No sooner than she presses the button does the door open up, Delia standing there with a strange sort of smile on her face. Next to her is Pussy Willow.
Delia: See, I told you she was just fashionably late, darling! Holly, where have you been?
Holly: Ummm… what?
Delia: We set up a wonderful spread by z’e pool for you to conduct your interview wi’s Pussy Willow. Pastries, wine, and…
Holly rolls her eyes and places the bags inside of the elevator. A man standing behind Delia grabs them as Delia runs Holly back from the elevator to whisper something to her.
Delia: We must keep up appearances, darling. If you want to be taken seriously by z’e fans, you must show z’em z’at we are like-minded. It will be wonderful…
Holly: No, it would be you with a dick, Deelz! I thought I made it clear two weeks ago that I was not about to flatter you by turning into a copy of you. We have our own styles of doing things, and I will not go out there and do some snarky interview at a brunch table, or fill up some air time with scenes at a gay club to prove that I’m so fucking modern!
Delia looks caught completely off guard as Holly turns to Pussy Willow. Holly grabs her by the wrist and drags her along through the lobby as Delia tries to quiet down the commotion, waving it off at the concierge with a pleasant smile. Holly brings Pussy to the center of the lobby in the best lighting possible.
Holly: Holly don’t pad with fancy food and fancy sights. Holly pads with foam, mmmkay?
Holly grabs onto her hips with her hands and shakes them up and down before moving up to the breast plate, doing the same. Delia gasps as Holly holds her finger up, signaling for her to be quiet.
Holly: So this is what we’re gonna do, Pussy Willow… You’re going to tell that man with the camera over there to come over here, and turn it on. Then, we can do this thing.
Pussy:[/.b] It is running.
Holly: Kay then. Let’s do this, mama…
Pussy looks at Delia as if asking for her permission. Delia looks almost horrified and shrugs her shoulders, pointing back to Holly. The camera man hands Pussy a microphone, giving her a soft countdown to compose herself. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
Pussy: Hello SCW fans, this is Pussy Willow, and I am standing by with one of Sin City Wrestling’s latest signees, Holly Wood!
Holly: Mz. Wood if you nasty…
Holly leans down into the microphone for a moment as she pays homage to Miss Jackson for a moment. Pussy giggles nervously for a second before getting herself together. She straightens her posture and then looks back to Holly.
Pussy: You definitely made your impression at Blaze of Glory III, but we are being treated to something extra special as you make your in-ring debut this week against Connor Murphy. Now, if I understand correctly, this will be your first match ever?
Holly: That’s right. I spent a lot of time training over the last couple of years, but have not yet debuted in the wrestling world. This is going to be fun.
Pussy: What are your predictions for this match? Is there anything you hope to accomplish?
Holly smirks as she looks at Pussy Willow, almost as if she has just asked the dumbest question possible.
Holly: Gurrrl… I want to win this match, obvi’s. I want to go out there and put on a great show with Connor. Besides, he’s kinda cute, don’t you think?
Pussy shrugs her shoulders nervously as if she did not feel it was professional to comment on such a matter. She smiles politely and nods as a gesture to get Holly to continue.
Holly: I mean, I’m a flirt. It is something that I cannot change. Not that I want to change that, because it can even be used as a weapon. What man can resist a flirt after all?
Pussy: Yes, but… it is no secret that you are only female as a stage persona. Some men might find it a little less endearing than you think…
Holly: Awe shucks… A beautiful girl like me, getting physical with these guys… they won’t even know the difference. And I plan to use that to my advantage for sure.
Pussy nods her head as she looks back at Holly. She still seems a little unsure about Holly’s claims, but she continues one.
Pussy: Well, this match promises to be one to watch out for. Do you have any last words you would like to say to Connor?
Holly: All I gotta say is that you better be ready. I spent a lot of time training for this moment, and I refuse to just lay down for you to get an easy win… at least, not in the ring anyway.
Holly winks at the camera, pausing for only a split second.
Holly: I might seem like a nice girl. I’ve been called the nicest of the Mean Girls, but that don’t say much, Connor. I will win by any means necessary. Not that cheating is necessarily my style, but mind games are.
Pussy: You don’t cheat? We’ve seen you do it many times over the last month to help Delia win…
Holly: There’s a difference. That’s for Delia. No offense to my girl, but her style is very limited. I’ve been training for two years, and I know what I’m doing in that ring. Let’s just hope that Connor does too. Who knows, maybe we’ll put on a show the audience won’t EVER forget…
With that, Holly waves to the camera sweetly as she slowly steps away. She doesn’t even allow the reporter to sign off before disappearing. Pussy watches as Holly disappears before looking to the camera.
Pussy: There you have it folks. Tune in to Climax Control as we stream live from Marrakech, Morocco on Sunday, April 13th. This is Pussy Willow, signing off.
With that, Pussy hands the microphone back to the camera man. The screen fades out to black.
