[Christian Underwood]

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United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 09/06/2014
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[The Jersey Devil Diva]

 Act 1: Another Chance at Gold

"Don't mistake my kindness for weakness.
I am kind to everyone, but when someone
is unkind to me, weak is not what you are
going to remember about me."
Al "Scarface" Capone



The scene opens on the beautiful rock formations that lined the skyline of the horizon that sat behind a massive estate that seemed to come out of nowhere. It sat by itself on a vast stretch of green manicured lawn, and a pool sparkled in the late afternoon sun. A black limo soon pulls up in front of the front door, and Joanne steps out with the guys following behind. They head for the front door, and the door opens. A man dressed in a fine suit motions for them to come inside, and they wait in the foyer. The man disappears but returns a few moments later, and motions for Joanne to follow him. They move through the long hallway and stops when they come to a set of double doors. The young man opens them and Joanne steps by him, and into the dimly lit room. There sitting in a plush chair was an older man, in his later 70's sat by the window watching an old black and white movie on the TV that hung on the wall. He looks over and motions for Joanne to come toward him. She does, and takes his hand kissing the back of his hand.

Joanne: Don Capelli... It's an honor to be in your home.

The old man smiles and motions for her to sit.

Don Capelli: You don't need to be so formal Don Canelli. I'm retired, and an old man that likes black and white movies.

Joanne: I was taught to respect the old ways, and I will continue to do Don Capelli.

He just smiles and nods, turning the TV off, leaning back in his seat.

Don Capelli: Your father always was one for tradition. How is your father?

Joanne seems to be taken back, and Joanne smiles softly.

Joanne: He's doin' good. I'm just surprised that you know him.

Don Capelli: It was a long time ago... When he was first starting out I worked with him, and I have to say I have a lot of respect for him, and the way he did business. But I know that's not why you're here is it Don Canelli?

Joanne shakes her head, and shrugs.

Joanne: Actually I'm not sure why I'm here? I got a message sayin' that you wanted to see me, and...

The old man laughs knowing that there had been a mistake, and gets up from where he sits. Joanne helps him to his feet, and they start toward the door.

Don Capelli: I think you are here to see my son. He's away at the moment, but my grandson is very big fan and would love to meet you. That's how we found out you were nearby.

Joanne: I'm always up to meetin' a fan. How old is he?

He takes Joanne's arm, and they head out of the room, and head out to the massive backyard. A young boy no more then 8 years of age runs around kicking a soccer ball toward a net. He sends it flying into the net, and turns around seeing Joanne standing with his grandfather.

Don Capelli: Joey! Joey come here. There's someone here that I want you to meet.

Joey runs across the backyard, and stops as he reaches them. His eyes get wide as he sees Joanne standing before him.

Joanne: Hello Joey. I heard that you were a fan, so I thought I would come and see you while I wait on your father.

The young boy couldn't speak, as he just stared at Joanne with wonder and awe.

Don Capelli: She's not going to bite boy. Say something.

Joey: You... you... you are so awesome. I've been watching you since you were in the first TIWF. You are the best that I have ever seen! Can I get a picture with you? An autograph?

Joanne couldn't help but smile and nod. Joey runs off back up to his room to get a camera, and something to write on.

Don Capelli: To be young again. He has so much energy.

Joanne: He sure does. I still can't figure out why your son called me here though...

Voice: I called you here because I thought we could do some business Don Canelli.

Joanne turns around and there standing behind her was a younger looking man dressed in a dark suit. He takes Joanne's hand, and kisses her ring.

Joanne: I take it you are the Don Capelli I was meant to see?

Don Capelli II: Yes. I'm sorry my men made the mistake. My father stays here since his health has started to fail. I hope you don't mind...

Joanne: Of course not... He reminds me a lot of my father. Now what sort of business do you have in mind?

The older Capelli leads Joanne to his son's office, and the three of them head inside, closing the door behind them. The hours pass, and soon the door opens once again, and Joanne walks out ahead of them. She turns and couldn't help but smile. The two of them were gentlemen to the core, and that was something that was always hard to find in any type of business partners now a days.

Don Capelli II: I'm glad that we could do business Don Canelli. Most people have turned down the offer, and it's a shame too. The area we have in mind is perfect, and no one has ever thought about doing anything with it.

Joanne: I'd be happy to invest, and...

She turns the corner and there stands Joey with a camera and a notebook.

Joanne: That's right... I still owe you a picture and an autograph don't I?

He just nods and hands the camera to his father.

Joey: My friends are not going to believe this.

Joanne: They will when they see the picture, and this.

The picture is snapped, and Joanne smiles removing the rosary from around her neck and puts it around his neck.

Don Capelli II: Are you sure you want him to have it Don Canelli?

Joanne: I'm sure... Besides that's just part of what he's goin' to get.

Don Capelli: You're are being very generous Don Canelli.

Joanne: I like to spoil my fans when I have a chance to. Our next show is in...

Joey: In Yuma! I want to go so bad but we checked this morning and everything is sold out.

Joanne: If your father agrees I can get you into the VIP area to watch the show. How does that sound?

Joey's eye light up, and Joanne smiles.

Joey: Can we go dad? Please?

Don Capelli II: I don't see why not. We'll be honored to attend Don Canelli.

Joey: I know you're going to beat the others in that match. You're the best!

Joanne: That means a lot Joey. Listen call me when you get to Yuma and we'll meet up for dinner or something before the show. It was an honor to meet all of you.

She kisses both the older Capelli on the cheek, and smiles softly kissing Joey on the cheek before walking out into the setting sun. The guys stood on the doorstep and started for the car, as Joanne walked out the door and got into the car. They soon pull off and Joanne couldn't help but smile.

Reno: How did it go boss?

Joanne: It went better then I thought it would. We reached a really good deal, and I have to say he's got what it takes to run a family out here. There are different opportunities out this way that we don't have back east...

Scarpaci: It's kind of strange that he just called you out of the blue isn't it?

Rude: Yeah it is kind of strange, I mean do you even know this guy?

Joanne: I didn't until I saw him. It was Nicholas Capelli. We grew up with him. He was a few years older then Scarpaci and myself, but his father knows dad, so I heard him out, and we managed to come up with a great plan. Oh and make sure that when we get back to the hotel to call someone in management. I need VIP seats for two weeks time.

The guys just nod, as Joanne leans back in the seat, watching the vast empty expanses pass them by.

Joanne: *Voice Over* I know what you're already thinkin' and I am not weak. Al Capone put it the best when he said "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone
is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me." The kid was a friend, and I'm not goin' to push away a fan. Now this is one of the best and biggest matches that I've been in for a while, and I don't plan walkin' away empty handed this time. Now lets begin shall we? Natalie... You are nothin' more then a personal trainer turned wrestler, and I have to say I'm not impressed. The only reason that you are even in this match is because you got lucky and beat out two or three other losers to even get this far. You should have stayed with the personal trainer business because you have no right to even step foot into a match like this. I've been in this business a long time sweety and seen people like you come and go. After the first time around they realize they don't have what it takes and walk away, but I don't think you got that message yet.

Joanne smiles to herself as the beautiful city of Phoenix starts to appear once again. They soon arrive back at the Waldorf Astria Resort, and head inside.

Joanne: You see Natalie I'm not even sure how you even got into this match or this company for that matter. If I were you I would have never even dreamed about doin' what you are. You are a trainer nothin' more Natalie. If you think that you have what it takes to stand in the middle of the ring in a match like this then please humor me. You are not a threat to me, and that's what makes it even worse. Mercedes, and Necra are the two that I'm really goin' to be worried about, but you... You are nothin' to me Natalie. I'm goin' to underestimate you, but you haven't really done anythin' to make me sit up and look in your direction at all. Until you do I'm not goin' to worry about anythin' you have to say or even do.

They reach the elevator and they step inside as the door opens. The doors soon close and the numbers start going up above their heads.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Mercedes how many times do we have to do this dance? You and I have stood toe to toe so many times before, and yet you still haven't learned anythin' have you? You've held the Bombshell Roulette Title at least a couple of times, and I've had it, but Necra... She's got us both beat. Do you really think that you're goin' to be able to take it away and leave me with nothin? Wrong! I've had my sights set on it for a while now, but I haven't had a chance to get a hold of it, until now... In two weeks time I will walk away with that title in hand leavin' you in the middle of the ring with nothin' once again!  You have a lot of achievements under you but then again so do I. Over the last 12 years that I have in this business I have held records, I've held titles, and even beaten the unbeatable. You have numbers on your side, but that does matter. The Mean Girls are a flash in the pan, and trust me if you stick with them long enough you will go down with them just as quick.

The doors open and they step out heading toward the suite behind a set of double doors. The lush suite was filled with everything they needed plus a few extras. A private pool sparkled in the last rays of the sun, and Joanne smiled to herself, and headed into the bedroom to change. She removes the suit she wore revealing a deep blue two piece bikini, and heads back out in the living room. Reno spots her and his eyes get wide as she passes.

Reno: Damn...

Rude: Why don't you just go for it man?

Reno: I can't... She's the boss, and I know that I couldn't make her happy.

Rude: I think you could. She doesn't anyone that will over power her, or want to take the family over. You would be perfect man.

Reno: I don't know...

Reno sighs as he watches Joanne slip out through the sliding glass doors and to the deck where the pool sat in peace and quiet. She walks down the stairs and into the waiting water below. She dives under the water, and comes up with her hair over her face. she pushes it back and leans against the ledge, watching the sun set over the horizon.

Joanne: Mercedes I don't what you think you're goin' to prove in a match against two women that cannot stand you on their best day. I mean I couldn't stand you from the moment you stepped into the ring and stood across from em. So what makes you think you're goin' to beat me now? It's always been back and forth with us, but this time, I'm goin' to win and there is nothin' that you can do to stop me.

She smiles and starts to swim around the pool once more. The water was still warm even with the sun setting over the mountain range behind the resort. The grass was bright and green and people were still playing golf even with the sun setting as quickly as it was. The moon would soon rise in all of it's glory and would be bright against the desert sky.

Joanne: Necra I have to say that it is truly an honor to be facin' you in this match. I knew you when you were a little girl, and have grown into a beautiful woman, that has skill and talent. I'm not sayin' this because I want to flatter you, but out of respect for you. Both you and I know that this match is nothin' but business between us, but only one of us can walk out of this match with Bombshell Roulette title. Both of us have had the title and made it an honorable title but if we let Mercedes or Natalie get a hold of it, it will be a piece of tinted gold held by a piece of trash. But Necra you are the only one that I really worry about in this whole match. You and I are both skilled and are the only two worthy enough to even hold the title. So that means in the end only you or I will be walkin' away with it. I know the way you move, and what you can do. You take after your mother in that aspect, along with your uncle. You have been trained by the best in the world, but then again... So have I. I'm not goin' to just lay down and let you walk all over me, and keep that title, so don't get any ideas little girl. I'll give you a fight that you will never forget.

Joanne smiles and ducks back under the water. She comes up and flips her hair back, and once again leans against the edge.

Joanne: I don't know if there is anythin' else that I can really say to you Necra that I haven't already said to the other two. Just know that I will do everythin' and anythin' to get my hands on that title. I know you and you will not let that title go without a fight, and that's what I want. Make Natalie, Mercedes and I work for it, but only one of us will end up with the title in the end, and that someone is goin' to be me. By the end of this match, you will be broken, battered, beaten, bloodied, bruised and totally humiliated. But know that this is only business and nothin' personal... At least against you. Mercedes and Natalie... Are fair game. See you soon. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass!

Joanne turns and stares back out into the city that laid before her, and smiles. It wouldn't be long before the match would be upon them, and she would walk away with the title that she had held once more. She soon ducks under the water and moves in silence as the scene fades to black.

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: The Seventh Seal this is not

geek
/gēk/

noun
informal
noun: geek; plural noun: geeks

   1.
   an unfashionable or socially inept person.
       a knowledgeable and obsessive enthusiast.
       "a computer geek"
   2.
   a carnival performer who performs wild or disgusting acts.

verb
verb: geek; 3rd person present: geeks; past tense: geeked; past participle: geeked; gerund or present participle: geeking

   1.
   engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail.
   "we all geeked out for a bit and exchanged ICQ/MSN/AOL/website information"
       be or become extremely excited or enthusiastic about a subject, typically one of specialist or minority interest.
       "I am totally geeking out over this upcoming film"

Origin

late 19th century: from the related English dialect geck ‘fool,’ of Germanic origin; related to Dutch gek ‘mad, silly.’



The scene opens in darkness. The sound of water dripping from the over head stalagmites that hang overhead. Small creatures scamper in the darkness as a sound of a snakes hiss fills the air. Light is soon seen, from what appears to be a torch carried by a rather burly looking man dressed in shimmering armor with a strange symbol on the front of his chest. His long golden locks fall down his back and the sword in his main hand reflects the light from the torch. A slender figure falls in behind him carrying a staff with a glistening jewel on top of it, but his eyes scan the area as if in search of something, or looking out for the danger that could be around any corner. Two more strange looking characters followed them through the dimly lit tunnel, until the entered a massive room that seemed to light on it's own. This was the chamber of the evil Queen that had once ruled the sands of a place known as Gungeia. The sound of laughter is soon heard and two bright blue eyes appear.

Voice: RONALD WILLIAMS!!! I HAVE COME FOR THOU'S SOUL!!!

Voice 2: What in the hell is going on? Ronnie is that you?

The scene soon changes from the ancient temple to a dimly lit basement where we find four guys sitting around a table with pieces of paper spread out before them, and brightly colored different shaped dice were scattered about as well. A pilliar of black flames appears behind the table, and two bright red colored eyes appear from the darkness around them.

Ronnie: Holy crap!

Guy 1: How are you doing that Ronnie? Smoke machine or something?

Ronnie: If I was the one doing it, I wouldn't be freaking out!

Guy 2: Maybe it's a spell that I cast earlier come to life.

Guys 3: I doubt that very much Jason... These aren't real!

The black flames soon disappear leaving a figure in heavy black robes standing behind them. The figure extends a skeletal hand, and pulls back the hood, revealing Necra. She sighs, fixing a piece of hair that had fallen out of place, and looks around the room.

Jason: Holy shit... It's a woman!

Guy 4: How did she get in here?

Ronnie: I don't know, but I don't like what she said a few minutes ago Dave.

Necra moves around the table, trying not to touch them with the skeletal hand, and looks at each of them trying to figure out who she had to take.

Necra: Which one of you is Ronald Williams?

Ronnie: I- I – I am... Can I help you with something?

Necra: Yes I'm here to take your soul, so if you don't mind...

Ronnie: I'm going to die? Like when?

Necra: After you choke on a cheeto...

Dave: But he's not eating cheeto's...

Jason: Yeah that's my fault... I forgot to get them so I had to get doritios instead...And Jeremy picked up the mountain dew.

Necra sighs and shakes her head. This wasn't going to be as easy as she had first thought it would be. She leans against the wall, as her eyes go back to their normal dark color.

Necra: Whatever! Now are you going to come quietly or do I have to make you choke on the next chip that you put in your mouth?

Jeremy: How do you to collect souls all over the world? I mean people die like every minute of every day.

Necra: I'm not Santa Clause boy... There is more then one Reaper!

Dave: Cool. Wait you can't take Ronnie.

Necra: And why not?

Jason: He's our DM. If he's not here then who's going to run the rest  of the campaign?

Jeremy: Yeah, we're just like a thousand under of leveling to level 15...

Necra: I don't care if you are going to fight a giant dragon... I have to take him with me now!

Ronnie: Actually we did that already.

Necra takes a deep breath, knowing that she could kill them all with one touch of her hand, and end the torment that she was going through. She closes her eyes and rubs her temples, not letting them see the stress that she was under.

Jason: So where's Ronnie going? Or do you know?

Necra: That's not for me to decide. He waits until they call him, and then it is decided. I answer neither to God or Satan.

Dave: So who do you answer to?

Necra: I answer to a very cranky, very old ferryman.

They look at her with wide eyes, wanting to know more, but she was running out time, and still had a  lot to do before her match in just two weeks time.[/COLOR]

Ronnie: So the legends are true then? The whole River of Styx and everything?

Necra: Of course it's true. Where do you think they got the idea for that damn Disney Movie?

Jeremy: Can you excuse us for a moment?

Necra: Sure.. Just don't be to long. Say your goodbyes so I can get a move on.

The guys form a huddle and Necra sighs looking around the basement. Seeing a bookshelf full of “Pathfinder and D&D” books. She was treading in a place where she didn't belong. Geeks were something that she knew very little about, but soon it wouldn't matter. They would be long gone, and she could focus on what she needed to. The huddle soon breaks, and they sit back down at the table.

Jason: We have decided you cannot take Ronnie.

Necra: Really? And what makes you so sure you can stop me?

Jeremy: You are death right?

Necra: Yes. What are you getting at boy?

Ronnie: In the movie the Seventh Seal the guy challenged Death to a game...

Necra couldn't help but laugh. They stare at her, as she smiles folding her arms in front of her.

Necra: Are you serious? That was a movie... We don't have to follow any stupid rule like that!

Dave: Are you sure? Can you check?

Necra sighs as a slim black tablet appears in her hands. She moves through a couple of screens and stops. She reads over the page and sighs, looking up at them. The tablet disappears once again, and she leans against the table.

Necra: What do you know... You were right. I have to talk to Charon about that... So what do you have in mind? Just know if I win, I get your soul, and if I lose... You get to live...

Dave: How about Munchkin?

Necra: What kin?

Jeremy: It's a card game. Real easy to learn. C'mon.

Necra: Fine... I'll play your game. Now what do I have do?

The guys show her what to do and soon the game begins. The five of them sit around the table playing a strange game of skill, backstabing, and looting. It soon comes down to the last round, and Necra had everything wrapped up. All she needed was one more level, and she would be leaving the soul that she had come to collect. She flips over a card that read:

”Level 1 Itsy Bitsy Spider.

She couldn't help but smile. She had enough stuff going into the fight. She had the hand won, and the soul would be hers.

Necra: If no one has anything to throw down, I win... Going once... Going twice...

Dave: Wait a second... It's a Monster Mash!

With that the other three toss out monsters and Necra's smile fades as she starts to add up everything in her head. She sighs knowing that she only needed a few points, but no one was willing to help knowing what was at stake.

Jason: You can run...

Necra sighs, taking a small cube shaped die into her hand, and tosses it. Three sixes come up and she smiles knowing all that she had to do was roll one more, and she would be safe at least for another round. She tosses it, and holds her breath, and it comes up on a four. She lets out a scream as the guys high five each other.

Ronnie: You lose and I live!

Necra gets up from where she sits, and turns to leave, but turns back just as quick, and was in front of Ronnie with almost superhuman speed.

Necra: Just know that you have managed to cheat death this time, but next time you will not be so lucky. You have a reprieve for now Ronald Williams but I will be watching and waiting for the next time.

With that the lights flash off and on, then finally go off. When they come back on, Necra is gone, and a strange looking mark had been burned into the table. The four of them look at each other, but knew that they had managed to win, but for how long? The scene soon changes to a desolate location. The area was dimly lit with torches, and the sound of flowing water could be heard. We soon see Necra standing at the edge of a giant river. It seemed almost alive, but moved and swayed as it always had.

Necra: I am surprised that the only that has even spoken is my dear friend Joanne. I have always respected her, and with good reason. But you Mercedes... I thought you would be the first to tell the world why you deserve to have the Bombshell Roulette title once again. My it was a shock not to see your horrid face on the screen for once. But I have to agree with Joanne... You are backing the wrong horse... Or at least ass... The thing I wonder is who did you have to fuck behind closed doors to get into this match? I mean the last time I checked the only reason you were even in a big match was to get your hands on the Tag Titles, and yes you got them. Only to lose them once again... Who cares? I've had them, Joanne has had them... At this point who hasn't? You can claim that you have surpassed me in every way but once again you are wrong. I saw what you had to say on the show the other night and I wasn't impressed. Once again you have become a follower, and not a Mistress, like so you claim to be.

Necra smirks as she walks along the rivers edge. What appear to be faces, and the sounds of moans could be heard coming from the strange looking water. She backs up a bit, not getting to close in fear of losing her footing.

Necra: But me... Me I am the Mistress of all I see, here and above. I am what I say I am, and I have hundreds, if not thousands, hundreds of thousands of people that believe it to be so. I am a Goddess that has come to earth to mingle with the mortals, to see how they live, and to prove they truly are a worthless lot, with a few exceptions... Very few exceptions. You are one of the worthless that I speak of Mercedes because like always you wait and see what others do, before you act on your own. And you have proven that more and more lately by going with the crowd... Me... I do what I want. I answer to no one...

Voice: You still have to answer to me...

Necra turns and there standing at the bow of a small skiff was what appeared to be a skeleton dressed in a long black robe, with flames where it's eyes had once been. It's bony hands were wrapped around a long pole that was used to move the skiff through the strange water. This Charon, the Ferryman. Necra sighs, as she draws closer.

Necra: That's not what I meant... And you interrupted something.

Charon: Sorry... But you are still on the clock... Where have you been? And where's the soul?

Necra sighs, and kicks a little bit of dirt with her foot, as if she had been a child being scolded.

Necra: I was playing a game...

Charon: I see... But where's the soul?

Necra: He's still alive... They used that damn rule from the “Seventh Seal”. We really need to change that... I mean how many times have one of us had to let a soul go because of that?

Charon looks at her, and as he shakes his head, the sound of bone clicking against bone could be heard. He soon turns and the skiff starts to make it's way back through the water.

Charon: Next time come back with a soul... And a newspaper... I'm getting bored.

Necra starts back toward the path that would lead her back to a long flight of stairs. Her foot falls were silent on the ground beneath her as she tread through the Underworld, toward the world of the living once more.

Necra: As I was saying before I was interrupted... I answer to no living man. I am the Queen of my house, the living embodiment of evil that moves through the crowds of people that adore me. Tell me Mercedes who looks at you with such admiration? No one... Your fans are a joke, and just as pathetic as you. They claim that you are the best, but once again I will prove you are nothing like I always have said about you. Time and time again you try to stand against me, and yet you can't do it can you? You always fall short of reaching my pedestal, and knocking me down from it. This time won't be any different, and once again... I will walk away with MY title over my shoulder while you walk away with nothing.

She soon reaches a long staircase leading up. She sighs, knowing that it would take her a while to reach the top but that was nothing new. Time moved slower in the Underworld, and she had all the time in the world.

Necra: Natalie... Hmmmm... I don't think that I have even seen you in any major matches before. Humor me, who are you? I really mean it, I have never seen you in SCW until they made this card. You can't be that great if I have never noticed you before. Do you even work here, or are you just someone that they use to fill in matches when no one else is willing to face the loser they put you against? I don't know how you got into this match or even why they decided to use you as fresh meat in this match. Maybe they wanted to see blood flow, or maybe they wanted to try and appease their Goddess... I'm not sure what their reason is behind it, but just know that I will not even be focusing on a little wannabe such as yourself in such important match such as this. I'm going to watch my back of course, but you pose no real threat to someone such as me. I've stood in the middle of that ring, and taken the Bombshell Roulette Title from my opponents 4 times now. 4 times! Do you really think you even have what it takes to stop me? I know that you don't and that's what makes this so funny. You've been thrown into a match where no one is even going to see you as a threat, and you will bide your time until the three of us are weak, and can't stop you... But that's where you're wrong... You will be the first one to fall little girl.

Necra's smile was almost like that of a crocodile waiting for it's next meal. Her eyes glistened in the dim light as she made her way up the stairs, winding this way and that.

Necra: I know you're probably thinking that you're not scared of me, but you should be. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and I am not above making my opponent bleed just to get what I want. I have stood in the middle of an Egyptian Hell and tossed my opponent from the top onto the mat below breaking almost every bone in their body to get the win. I have had an opponent run over in a Monster truck match just to prove a point. I have had people sacrifice themselves just for my enjoyment! Wihat makes you think that I am afraid of you?! Prove to me that I am wrong, and you may get out of this match alive... If I let you.

As the camera pans to her face we can see in the dim light it looks as if it had become almost demonic in a way, but shifted back to normal just as quick. She continues the long way but soon sees a bit of the night sky above her.

Necra: Joanne I have always showed you respect, and you have done the same with me with the words that you have spoken. You have always been a dear friend to my uncle and have watched me grow up, and now the two of us will stand in the middle of the ring once again. It's been a while since the two of us have faced each other and I have to say that it will a joy to do so. I want this match to come down to you and I, because we are the only two that truly deserve to have this title. Mercedes and Natalie have no idea what it's like to be us. We have been champions, seen things that shouldn't exist but yet have. You have kissed the night, and the dead, and stood at our side when asked, as we have for you. In two weeks time when we meet I agree on one thing, and one thing only... This is business and nothing more. It will never be personal like it is with Mercedes and Natalie. But I will not hold back, because I know that you will not do so either. I don't want you to hold back. I want you to show me why you are called the Jersey Devil Diva, and prove to me that you are worthy enough to hold my title. Give me no reason to think you are a coward, but someone that can hold their own against me or anyone like me.

Necra reaches the top of the stairs, and comes out into a cave. There in the middle of the cave sat a strange looking pool with a greenish colored water. Necra moves to it, and removes the long robe that she wore. Her tanned skin glistened in the moonlight, that streamed from the opening in the top of the cave, as she slipped into the water. Steam rose from it, as if it were a hot spring in the middle of a cave that no one seemed to know about. She ducks under the water and comes up, with what one could swear younger looking skin. Necra pushes the long hair back from her face, and leans against the edge.[/COLOR]

Necra: You always did hold a special place in my uncle's heart and I can see why. You have the desire to become great and prove to the world that you are someone that needs to be feared, and respected, and I feel the same way. Both of us have a common goal in two weeks time and that is to get our hands on the piece of gold that I carry. I'm not going to let it go without a fight, and you know it. But I will not let it go that easy. If you want a fight then I will give it to you without hesitation. This will be a match that no one will forget, at least not that soon right? I will do whatever it takes to hold onto my title, and if that means I have to use anything I can get hands on then so be it. I will not rest, I will not stop until I have my hands on my title and on my shoulder right where it belongs once again. There will be tears, sweat and blood spilled in the middle of that ring, when we stand face to face, but it will not be my blood that will be spilled, but yours. I am no stranger to pain, and suffering and neither are you, but tell me Joanne how far will you go to get your hands on my title? I already know the answer and as always... It pleases me.

Necra leans back and stares up at the moon and the bright stars as they twinkled above her. A shooting star crosses in the sky, and she smiles.

Necra: Star light, star bright may I have the wish that I wish tonight...

With that the camera starts to move up toward the hole in the top of the cave, and focuses on the huge moon that hands in the sky, before the scene fades to black.

[Mercedes Vargas]

 S|C|E|N|E| 001
[G L U E D | S T A T E]

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi... How long was she going to be here depended on what was going on Yelling. Screams. It's been five, ten minutes after Climax Control stopped filming? She didn't know. There were no cameras here in the parking lot area of Tustin High Gym. In her escape with Delia and Veronica, she lost sight of them along the way. Who knew if they, much like her, was still on the run, or if they were taken out?

“Come here, bitch!”

Voices. At least two of them, but unrecognizable from this distance. Was it Misty...Amy...Vixen? Roxi, Veronica, or Delia? Too far away. There's a struggle. Bodies slammed against cars. A car’s alarm goes off. If she could get by, then she can call this a good night. Footsteps coming closer. Silence. Mercedes is shown hiding under an SUV that suddenly starts to life. The smell of gasoline was overwhelming, but she held her breath for dear life. Those boots looked very familiar. She remembered Roxi wearing them during the match. In fact, she was sure that was her.

The SUV pulls out, but there's only an empty parking space.

Ducking between cars, Mercedes looks up momentarily before she makes a break for it.

• • •

Carmen Reyes barely pays attention to the television playing in the background. She glances at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. Great. It's late. She clicks off the TV and returns to her Danielle Steel novel, but soon loses interest. She falls back against the pillows, trying to get back to sleep. She's startled by a noise downstairs. Her eyes open wide and she sits up. Throwing off the covers, she stumbles out of the bed and opens the top draw on the nightstand where an empty box of Wheat Thins is stashed away

A fleeting figure slips into the house and closes the sliding glass door. A cascade of light appears above them from a tracking light as she steps out of shadow. The figure looks around the living room and heads into the kitchen. Carmen comes down the stairs just as the figure sneaks through the kitchen into the foyer. Carmen enters the kitchen then crosses back into the foyer. Whoever it is, they were going to be in for a late night snack they won't soon forget.

Carmen flips on the lights and quickly reaches into her box of Wheat Thins to pull out a .45 Magnum. Carmen meets Mercedes standing there with her hands up and scared out of her mind.

Mercedes: I'm guessing you like Wheat Thins as much as I do?

Carmen goes limp. She leans on the door frame, her arms crossed.

Carmen: Do you know what time it is?

Mercedes: Can I pick a number 1 through 12?

Carmen:  It's 3 a.m. I didn't think you would be coming back this late.

Mercedes: It's a long story.

Carmen silences her with a raised hand.

Carmen: Get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning.

Carmen smiles and leaves.

Mercedes: (to herself) If morning ever comes.

• • •

S|C|E|N|E| 002
[B A C K | T O | B A S I C S]

[REC•]

“Y equals M times X plus B. No, that's not it. A square plus B square....That's not right, either. Z equals A times X plus B times Y plus C times X times Y plus D equals,  um....”

Open up to a page inside a composition notebook where we see a mess of all kinds of algorithms, formulas, and equations. A pencil lies on top of the page before a hand reaches to pick it up again. Mercedes Vargas is deep in thought tapping said pencil against the paper. Nothing comes up for her and she finally throws the pencil aside. As if on cue, she looks up at the camera.

“Math is hard, but it doesn’t have to be. At least, not when it comes to the Mean Girls. Because when it all comes down to it, it's really a case of simple math. Here, I'll write it out for you. We'll call this “The Mean Girls Equation.”

Mercedes writes “Mean Girls > You” on a new sheet of paper, then looks up at the camera.

“Mean Girls are greater than you. The Jealous Janis already know this and now, so do you. And how hot are the Mean Girls right now? I mean, other than physically?"

Mercedes fans herself.

“We're the sole reason why Climax Control is watchable again. We put asses in seats and money in pockets. Ratings are at its highest point in months, let alone years. Our merch is crushing every other Bombshell and Superstar's own by ten fold, it's not even funny. And you know what else? This year's SCW Year-End Awards has the Mean Girls nominated for ten – yes ten! - categories. Some of us have been nominated twice in most of them. If that isn't enough to convince you that we're for real, then I don't know what will. But no matter what we do, there's always the Jealous Janis, basics, and masics out there who think we're all hype; the critics, doubters, and naysayers who say otherwise.”

Mercedes shakes her head.

“Take what happened last show. Delia, Veronica and myself, we were on our best behavior. We did everything within the rules, we played by the book, Erik Staggs didn't have to come out there and babysit us. And yet, when we walked out of the main event victorious – as I knew we would – Misty, Roxi, and Amy went crying to the official, making excuses like the sore losers that they are. It was shameful. It was disgraceful. Millions of fans looked on in total amazement at their behavior. Makes me wonder if Amy even deserves to call herself a champion when she can't even take a loss. I already knew she was going to take the fall, but that was just sad. I can't even...I feel bad for her, I do. She ends up on her back – when is she isn't, right? – though it should have been Misty. At least then our victory would have meant something, instead of, well, nothing. I guess there are a few things we can take away from that night. Delia hasn't been pinned or submitted for since her first match in February, Veronica won her fourth match in a row, and as for me? I really hate to say it, but I told you so.”

Mercedes shrugs and gives a look as if to say, “what did you expect?” And what did they expect, for the Mean Girls to lose again? Everyone expected the unexpected, but the night that was in Mesa, Arizona was anything but. Regardless of how it happened, who was or wasn't pinned and the mental incompetence of the official, technicality or not, the record book counts that as a win for the Mean Girls and a loss for Misty and Friends.

“This wasn't just a win for the Mean Girls. Oh no, this was a statement to Erik Staggs and all those haters. For the second week in a row, we didn't need to cheat in our matches and, thanks again to Amy Marshall, all Erik did by banning anyone from interfering in the Bombshell championship matches at the supershow, is give the Mean Girls another win in our pocket and championship gold around our waist. And when we win, Amy, Jessie, and Vixen won't have any excuses. Misty, who apparently will be sitting this one out, won't have any excuses. The basic bitches and Jealous Janis won’t have any excuses. And the doubters, critics, and naysayers won't have any excuses. Because they'll all be too busy being green with envy when the Bombshell Division becomes ours.”

She pauses, amending her statement.

“Well, it was already ours to begin with, but now it's by divine right. And Misty, poor Misty, will finally realize that coming back to SCW was a waste of time. Let's face it, she's not doing herself any favors with the people she associates with. It's no wonder she thinks she can go it alone and try to take us out – I think she's already made it clear that she can win on her own – but she's fighting a losing battle, she just doesn't know it yet, or maybe she does and she won't admit it. Either way, she might as well wave that white flag while she still can, because her little war is all but over.”

Mercedes smiles.

“And she'll get to see it for herself sitting at home – just like Zuri and Blanca and all the other losers in the Going for the Gold Tournament – when ordering the pay-per-view from either her satellite and cable provider in eight days. In eight days, she will get to see the division that she built crumble before her very eyes, and it all starts when yours truly, the Argentine Assassin, Mercedes Vargas, will step in the ring with not one, not two, but three Bombshells at Violent Conduct II. You've got the current, reigning, and defending Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion Necra Octavian Kane who showed up at Climax Control and, in an act of superiority, issued an open challenge in a vain attempt for attention when no one was actually paying attention. Joanne Canelli, the “Jersey Devil Diva”, claims that I've never learned my lesson; however, she's never beaten me in a singles match yet. And then you've got Natalie McKinley, a good friend of one Simon Jones and someone who has dreams and aspirations of leaving with the Roulette Championship, although she's been in this company for a cup of coffee. They all claim they will be walking out of Violent Conduct II and this four-way survival match with their hand raised, but what separates me from my opponents is pretty simple.”

Mercedes slips off her librarian glasses and places on the table before looking back at the camera.

“I claim nothing, I prove everything.”

“Who owns the record for the longest unpinned, unsubmitted streak in this company? Me! Who owns the record for the longest singles unpinned/unsubmitted streak in this company and the Bombshells Division? Me, again! Who is one of the top Bombshells here? Me! And as far as this four-way is concerned, just whose hand will be raised, whose name Justin Decent will announce, and just who is going to walk out of Violent Conduct II the three-time, three-time, three-time Bombshell Roulette Champion?

“Mercedes Vargas.”

She gives an intense look.

“And Natalie, Joanne and Necra won't have any excuses. Why? Because I'm not telling them anything that they don't already know. But let's not forget, this will be under Roulette Rules and by the spin of the roulette wheel, we won't know our fates until then. The only problem for me is, who am I going to pin in this match? I should probably go for Joanne, she seems the most known of the least known. No, maybe Natalie. Yeah, she won't pose much of a threat. No, if I want want to be the champion I have to BEAT the champion, so Necra is the way to go."

Mercedes has trouble making up her mind as she weighs each option but still can't come to a decision. She forgets it all together with a brush of her hand at the camera.

“Does it really matter? Necra, Joanne, Natalie...No matter how you add it up it all equals to me walking out as champion."

Mercedes inhaled a deep breath and blew out slowly. A confident grin appears on her face as she rubs her hands together in anticipation for her opponents and the supershow just days away.

“So then, the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me?"

Fade.

[Christian Underwood]

 Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 09/12/2014
England: 04:59am Saturday 09/13/2014  

[The Jersey Devil Diva]

 Act 1: Corruption is everywhere

“It is said that power corrupts, but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power.”
David Brin



The scene opens on the beautiful state of New Jersey. The sun was shinning brightly against the clear blue sky, and the trees were starting to turn from bright green, to their beautiful fall colors. The traffic moves along the interstate quickly heading this way and that for another day. The camera pans down over the interstate, as we see a black BMW moving at a high speed along the interstate moving in and out of traffic, with the windows down, and the sun roof wide open. "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns and Roses blares from the radio, as it speeds along. The car flies by a police car that sat in a small alcove and is soon flying after the black BMW. The camera focuses on the interior of the black BMW and we see Joanne behind the wheel. She looks up into the rear-view mirror and sighs seeing the flashing lights behind her. She pulls over and digs in the glove compartment pulling out a few pieces of paper, and watches the young officer move toward her car. He was green, and a rookie. Most of the others wouldn't have stopped her, but this one... This one didn't know what he was in for. He slowly walks toward the car with his hand on the hilt of his gun, and soon reaches Joanne's window.

Police Officer: Good afternoon... Do you know why I pulled you over today ma'am?

Joanne: No, not really...

Police Officer: You were doing 70 in a 55. That's 15 over the speed limit. Can I see your license and registration please?

Joanne hands them to him, as another police car pulls up behind the other car. Joanne smiles as she sees a dark haired man get out and walk toward them.

Joanne: *Whispering* My knight in shinnin' armor.

The man walks over to them, and leans down, and smiles before he looks back at the young man behind him.

Officer 2: Good afternoon Miss Canelli.

Joanne: Hey Blitzskin. Am I good to go or not?

Blitzskin: We'll get you out of here in just a few minutes. I'm sorry that you were even stopped.

Joanne: It's all right. He's new isn't he?

Blitzskin: Yeah. Just out of the academy. I'll make sure he gets his "monthly bonus". Now you have a good day Miss Canelli.

Joanne: Right. Oh and that monthly bonus is on it's way.

He just smiles as he hands Joanne back her papers, and puts his arm around the young man's shoulders.

Officer: You're just going to let her go?

Blitzskin: Kid do you have any idea who that is? That is the woman that keeps us in nice cars, and thousand dollar homes. She is the reason our offices are so nice. Now if you don't want to have to tell the chief that you stopped a very important person today, you better play ball.

Officer: Wait... You're all on the take? Why? I thought we protected and served the public from people like her?

Blitzskin: There are worse people out there then Miss Canelli Rookie.  Just forget about this little incident and you'll do just fine. Come on.

The two of them walk to one of the cars as Joanne pulls off and only looks back once, smiling all the while. She had seen what Mercedes and Necra had said, and she wasn't really surprised. Joanne is soon back out in the heavy traffic that moved along, and let her thoughts wander to the match.

Joanne: Mercedes can't you keep your mouth shut for like 5 seconds while the adults are talkin'? You are one of those people that think the world revolves around them and I'm here to tell you that it doesn't and you're just another little wannabe in the game meant for Kings and Queens. Do you even listen to yourself talk or do you tone yourself out when you do? I mean if I wasn't in this match with you I would just ignore you like everyone else does. You remind of some of the girls I went to school with, not much brains, but they would spread their legs for anythin' and anyone that would give it to them. Tell me Mercedes who did you spread those long ass long legs for to get into this match huh? You're worthless and you will always remain worthless as long as you think you are better then everyone around you.

Joanne smiles to herself as she looks up into the rear-view mirror. A black SUV was coming up on her, but she just smiled knowing that it was more then likely an FBI agent trying to get dirt on her once again, but could prove nothing.  She soon takes the turn off for the turnpike and toward the long line that would be in front of her for the tolls.

Joanne: The funny thin' is with you Mercedes you don't even seem to realize how far my reach truly is. I have police, mayors, senators and governors all under my thumb, and guess hat I didn't have to strip for them. They are business associates and the thin's I have seen would make you cry out in sheer horror. I have taken care of thin's in my life that I'm not proud of, but I've always done it with respect, and never askin' questions about any of it. But you... You are one of those people that like to put their nose into everythin' don't you includin' a match that you shouldn't be in Mercedes. Tell me how long do you really think that the Mean Girls will keep you in their little group if you fail in gettin' your hands on this title hmm? If I were either one of those little bitches and you failed, I would toss your ass to the curb, and stomp on it on the way out. I don't really care if I never won a match against you, because I have won some major matches in my day, and I couldn't be happier with my record. I held a title longer then you have in another place, but I was never beaten when I held it. Top that you skanky little bitch! And when you have managed to look hell in the face, and walk away from it, then come talk to me honey, and then tell me you're the best at what you do. Right now, you are a pathetic little bitch that got lucky one to many times and prove that you are nothin' by the end of all of this!

Joanne soon reaches the toll and tosses in a token and heads through the gate to the other side continuing along her way.

Joanne: Natalie you have done the smart thin' and kept your mouth shut so far. That will be the best thin' that you can do. You must have realized that you are truly out numbered, and out ranked by the three of us. You won that match, and yet you don't have the guts to even acknowledge your betters do you? I don't even know why I'm wastin' my time on you, when you haven't made the effort to say anythin'. You are not even a threat to me, and you have proven that by keepin' silent. It will be your downfall, and the only mistake that you will make in this match if you even make it to the match that is.

Joanne soon turns off on one of the many exits heading toward the suburbs of the city. The back end of the city soon turns into a small town, and then into the lust suburbs of the upper crust.

Joanne: Necra once again you have shown me nothin' but respect, so I will show you the same. You are the only one that I see as a threat, but once again, this is nothin' but business between us, and that is the way it will stay. I'm not goin' to go easy on you and I know you will do everythin' that you have to keep that title on your arm, but know this little Goddess, I will not fall that easy.

The massive homes slowly pass by her, in all their glory among the tall trees that lined the driveways and the brick and steel gates that guarded their property.

Joanne: You and I have seen the flames of hell, felt their kiss, and walked away from the devil himself, but this time, you will do anythin' to hold onto that title, but I will break every bone in your body just to get my hands on that shiny piece of gold that you carry. Of course I know you expect nothin' less of me, and I shall not disappoint. I will give you a fight that will be remembered by those that write your legends, and poems. I will be remembered as the woman that brought the Goddess down from her pedestal in the heavens and claimed what she had for my own. Sunday night will be the night of dreams, and nightmares, victories and defeats, but I will not be the one that walks away with nothin'. No that title will be mine no matter what I have to do to get it.

Joanne sighs, and turns on the radio once again. “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga begins to play, and puts her foot to the ground once again, and the car starts to pick up speed once again. The black BMW moves along the streets, past another police car but it doesn't move. She smirks as glances up in the rear-view, and continues toward the small caldasac where the manor was located.

Joanne: You are right Necra, there will be blood, but it will not be mine that is spilled, at least not this time around. I will do whatever it takes to bring you, Mercedes, and Natalie to your knees and walk away with what is rightfully mine. I've held it only once so I think it's time to have it again don't you? Mercedes isn't worthy to have it for that third time, and we both know Natalie isn't worthy of it, but me... I know I am, and I plan on doin' whatever it takes to stop all of you, and ascend to where I am meant to be. I've climbed the ladder and I will continue to do so until I get my hands on every piece of gold that we have as Bombshells, no matter who I have to bring tumblin' down from their place in the heavens, and the first one to fall will be you Necra. I will give you a fight and one that no one will forget. This is my time to shine, while I cast you back to the depths of hell from which you were spawned. Just remember Necra... It's only business... Not personal. We are the Mafioso, and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon ladies.

Joanne smiles as she pulls up to the heavy cast iron gates, and they slowly open. She pulls up onto the long driveway and heads up to the main house as the scene fades to black.

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: The Winds of Change

“O you Soul, greatly majestic, behold, I have come that I may see you; I open the Netherworld that I may see my father Osiris and drive away darkness, for I am beloved of him.
I have come that I may see my father Osiris and that I may cut out the heart of Set who has harmed my father Osiris. I have opened up every path which in the sky and on earth, for I am the well-beloved son of my father Osiris. I am noble, I am a spirit, I am equipped; O all you gods and all you spirits, prepare a path for me.”
Spell 9 – Book of the Dead



The scene opens on the beautiful Isle of the Gods. The trees were still their bright green color, and the flowers still bloomed all over. A few of the fair weather trees had started to turn and cast their leaves to the ground slowly, twirling as if they were almost dancing to the ground each time they fell. The camera moves along the long path way that winds through the vast expanse and soon comes to one of the many temples that were on the island. The sound of chanting could be heard coming from within the high walls.The camera moves along the open space taking in the designs on the walls telling the story of the Goddess within it's walls. The camera soon stops on a scene that was strange to even grasp. A group of young women and men stood before Necra dressed in a long dark colored robe, and a heavy headdress. Stacy stood before her dressed in robe that matched hers while Sara was dressed in a pure white toga like those that stood before the Goddess.

Stacy: My children, we have heard about the little sister that has fallen away from our Goddess's teachings. She went to the mainland and never came back. It was not her time to be bred like so many others that have left us, but she was taken away by the false prophets that reside there! She will be found and brought back here to see the light once again.

They all hang their heads, as they realize what the young woman would go through once she arrived back at the island. Necra rises from the throne she sat upon, and moves toward them as they fall to their knees.

Necra: My children you stand before me because all of you believe in me, but... There is someone among you that knows more then what they are saying. If you do not tell me now, you will feel thy wrath of your Goddess.

She walks around each of the young followers and an evil smile appears on her face. She could tell what each of them were thinking, and knew who truly he answer. Necra stops in front of two blond's as her eyes flash red before going back to their normal color.

Necra: Take these two away. They have the answers that I seek.

Stacy: Yes my Goddess. Where do you wish me to take them?

Necra: My chambers...

Stacy: Yes my Goddess.

The two women get to their feet, but never lift their eyes to Necra. Stacy heads out of the temple with them as Necra turns to the others.

Necra: The rest of you are to stay here, and mediate about what you have seen today my children. You will prove that you are loyal to me by fasting for the next two days. At that time, those of you that are left standing will be my chosen few.

With that Necra heads out of the temple, removing the heavy headdress when she is no longer in view of the followers. She sighs, fixing her hair and starts heading toward the house.

Necra: Mercedes do you think I'm really scared of you, or your Mean Girls? Hardly. I have seen things in my dreams scarier then you. I've walked the fields of the dead, I have heard the whispers of the Ancient Ones and you think that I should be afraid of you?Mercedes we've done this dance before and I ended up walking away with the win and something that you wanted, but didn't get it did you? The same will ring true on Sunday night when you walk away with nothing once again. I've managed to keep it out of your clutches and those not worthy enough to have it a while now, and I don't plan on losing it any time soon, not to you, or anyone else from the Mean Girls. Your time is coming, and I will be the one to bring you down, and no longer will I hear your voice in my ear saying how good you are, without proving it in the middle of the ring. The Mean Girls are a flash in the pan just like you Mercedes and that is why I will always be better then you.

Necra moves along in silence, walking along the winding path through the vast forest. Her footfalls are soft and quiet as she moves, as if she were nothing more then a spirit moving along. The song birds sang their songs filling the woods with their sweet songs, while the predators moved through the brush in search of their next meal.

Necra: I think I finally realized what your problem is Mercedes... You a self righteous bitch that thinks that she knows how to make a name for herself, and yet you have to impress me or anyone else for that matter. The only reason the Mean Girls took you in was because they felt sorry for you. I mean you have no real talent so that can't be it. Delia is going up against Vixen and there is no way in hell she's going to pull that title away, and the other two are facing Amy and Jessie... What chance do you really think you have against me Mercedes? Do you really think you're going to win this match just because you have them on your side? No. If you want my title Mercedes yo better be ready to fight, and put it all on the line when you stand to face me! I'm not going to back down, and I will not fail! Not now, not ever! If you think you have what it takes to stop me, then bring your sorry bitch ass into that ring, and prove it. Prove your worth Mercedes and maybe just maybe I'll let you become the champion.

Necra smiles to herself, as her eyes flash red once again. She continues along her way, and the bushes beside her move and soon a black panther steps out onto the pathway. She puts her hands on it's head and the creature begins to purr loudly. The giant cat follows her along the path with it's tail swaying all the while.

Necra: Natalie, Natalie, Natalie... Not a word spoke, and that is never a good thing. You see that can only mean two things, one that you are afraid to even speak knowing what the competition looks like, or you are planning something that will stop all of us dead in our tracks, but I have a feeling it's the first isn't it? Natalie I don't even know why I'm bothering with you, but then again you could be the one that can turn this whole match on it's head, and pull off the win. But then again... Who am I kidding? You will never win this match, no matter what you do, you will never be worthy enough to have your hands on it.

She soon reaches the house, and she heads inside, with the panther following behind. Necra walks down the long hallway, passing a few of the servants that had escaped her wrath earlier.

Necra: Joanne as always you never surprise me. You have shown me respect as I have done with you. I know that both of us want to win this match but only one of us can walk away with what we want. You see I'm not going to just let you have the title, you will have to fight me for it, but I will do everything that I can to keep it in my hands and out of yours. I have no doubt that you will give me the fight that I want for this, but we still have to deal with Mercedes and Natalie.

Necra walks along the hallway passing pictures of her mother, and other family members that littered the wall. Her long hair fell over one eye and she flips it back, as she walks out into what appears to be a sun room. She stares out at the ocean watching the waves roll toward the shore.

Necra: Joanne you and I are a lot alike. You have a kingdom in a way and so do I. We both want to have what I have in my hands right now, but like I said only one of us will be able to walk away with it. You have talent, and skill, but will it be enough to face me in a match like this? None of us know what is coming, and maybe that is a good thing. All of us are at a disadvantage, but that doesn't matter. I will walk away with the title once again, and leave the rest of you with nothing. My time as Champion has not come to an end, not yet at least. If you have what it takes to stop me, then try and stop me and take what is rightfully mine from my cold dead hands. We have tossed words around, but there is only so much one can say to the other before we realize words are pointless, and only backing those words up, can we truly say anything. Joanne you know this more then anyone else in this match. That is why I see you as a threat and no one else. Mercedes is a pain in the ass, and Natalie is useless to anyone around her. But you... You are the one that I will willingly give my title too, but only if you can prove to me that are worthy to have it. Sunday night will be the night, and what a match it will be.

Her skin seems to almost glow as she stands in the sunlight. But it was only a trick of the eyes. Her frame was slender yet built, and she was sleek and majestic like that of the ancient kings and queens of ages past.

Necra: I don't think there is anything else that I can say to any of you. I have spoken my mind, and left you with something to think upon, but I know that Mercedes will open her mouth once again, and make herself look like the fool that she is. Sunday night will be a night that no one will forget, and I will make sure of it. This is my time to shine, and your time to fall at my feet, and beg for my forgiveness, or not to end your life. Of course those pleas will fall on deaf ears once again, and I will walk away with what I want once again. I am the Goddess of the dead, the Queen of death, the Black Lady, the Reaper of Souls; fear me! For when you look upon me you will see your death. See you soon ladies.

She turns from the window and heads down the hallway and toward the wing where her room is. As she approaches the door, she sees two servants standing on either side of the door, and Stacy standing between them. Necra couldn't help but smile as they bowed to her.

Stacy: The servants are ready for you to grace them with your presence my Goddess.

Necra: Good. I want you to hold onto this for me.

Necra pulls off a strange looking ring, as Stacy looks at her with wide eyes.

Stacy: Are you serious? I mean yes my Goddess. But what do I do when you are...

Necra: Finished? I want you to give Ex my ring, and let him into the room. He's the only one that can handle me when I'm in that state.

Stacy: As you wish my Goddess.

Necra opens the doors, and turns closing them. All that can be seen is the steel smile of the demon that now stood before us. Her eyes were starting to turn blood red, and a growl escaped from her throat as the door closes. All that could be heard from behind the doors was the sound of moans and screams of pleasure from the two girls that had been given to their Goddess. The sounds of pleasure soon turn into screams of terror, and growls. The camera soon fades to black with the sounds of horror leaving us with images that can't truly be fathomed.

[Mercedes Vargas]

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Mercedes stands in front of a vanity mirror, dressed in some jeans and a Mean Girls t-shirt.

“First of all, I want to say how sorry I am for Zuri Justice getting hurt in her match last Climax Control. Wrestling injuries can happen at any time, and the five-count match she was in brings back a lot of bad memories for me because eerily enough, that's the same match Traci Patterson got injured in at High Stakes III back in October last year. Why people attempt to perform a powerbomb from the second rope is beyond me.”

Mercedes shrugs.

“I guess I should feel sorry for Zuri, but honestly, I can't shed a tear. See, there was a lesson in all of this, Zuri. Karma is a bitch, and what goes around comes around. I would have enjoyed beating the ever living hell out of you, but fate took care of that. I was planning on giving you what you deserved and the worst beating I've given anybody this Sunday, but fate took care of that. I could have been the first Bombshell to compete in two matches in one night, but fate took care of that. What a waste of my time, and yours. Everything that you worked for came out to be nothing, just like you. All those words and petty insults and the confrontations...You now see why I never wanted to deal with Zuri. I would have been glad to face Blanca in her place, but it's more than likely she'll be nursing her sister back to health. Too bad, so sad.”

Mercedes flashing what appears to be a fake smile at the camera. She still felt cheated out of a second match, but maybe this was a blessing in disguise. For the Chaistain sisters, that is.

“Individually, we're awesome. We proved it at Into the Void III and Climax Control 89, but together we're downright scary, and we proved that at Climax Control 93. No cheating, no shenanigans, no tomfoolery and the like. We defeated Misty, Roxi, and Amy clean. And it's not our fault that a referee couldn't do his job properly. Let's face it, Drew Patton is a screw-up. He screwed me out of the Bombshell Championship, and I'm sure this isn't the first time he's messed up in his life. Why SCW decides to keep him on the payroll boggles me, it does."

It's no secret why Amy and Misty and the rest of the Jealous Janis Army were up in arms. They're upset, probably cursing every member of the Mean Girls and the ground they walked on. Mercedes didn't blame them for the slight at Climax Control. Mistakes were made. To err is human, but there's a slight chance that forgiveness won't be divine for poor referee Drew Patton if he's chosen to call any of the matches Sunday in Yuma, Arizona.

I just find it funny that Misty goes on Twitter and talks about how we cheated, when that is further from the truth. She talks about how we interfere in matches, including our own, and calls us hypocrites, and then Jessie Salco adds her two cents. Well, she must be suffering from amnesia after she screwed over Dying Breed in their tag match at the top of the show. It was about the most awkward thing I've ever seen.”

She sighs, leaning on the vanity a bit and crossing her arms in front of her. She shakes her head in a skeptical fashion as she continues her train of thought.

“About as awkward as calling the Mafioso.”

Cut scene to a few days ago. Mercedes is talking on her cellphone.

“Yes, hello? I have seen The Godmother, but I loved you guys in the sequel, Dial M for Mafioso....Do you known when it's coming direct to home video? I see. Halloween is a good time for Mafia movies. If the plot doesn't scare you, the acting will.... Hey, listen. You guys get paid to kick people's asses, right? I've got this problem. Someone's been hacking into the Mean Girls's Twitter accounts. We've got a mole. They want to play games? How about Whack-a-Mole? Make it look like an accident. Who's talking to you? Do you know who I am? I'm Mercedes Vargas!...Yes, THAT Mercedes Vargas. The same one who's going to face Joanne Canelli, Necra, and Natalie at Violent Conduct II?...Hello? Hello?"

Mercedes look at the phone, now dead, then at the camera.

“They get paid to kick people's asses. How about getting paid for having personality?”

Mercedes has a straight face as we return to the present.

"See, I think I may know where this is stemming from. What's in a name. Now you ask the everyday wrestling fan who is Joanne Canelli. And I'm sure the question is met with any number of responses. A shrug. A raised eyebrow. A blank expression. But you ask anyone who is Mercedes Vargas, they are never at a loss for words. 'Oh, Mercedes Vargas? Oh yeah. Wasn't she ranked in the top six best female wrestlers in the world?' 'Mercedes? Oh yeah, she won a lot of awards and accolades in 2011. Probably one of the most underrated wrestlers I know.' 'Mercy V? She's one of SCW's top Bombshells over there. That company is lucky to have her. A rare find.'

"Joanne, I know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work. You're trying to make me hate you again, aren't you? That's what it is, right? Here's the thing. I can't hate you – you have no idea how much I would like to - but I can't. I simply cannot hate you, Joanne Canelli. I have too much love in my heart not to hate you. This Sunday, I'm spreading the love at Violent Conduct II and I want everyone to feel it. I'm going to love proving you wrong. I'm going to love watching you fail. I'm going to love beating you to a pulp. But most of all, Joanne Canelli, I'm going to love having that gold around my waist again, and it could come at someone's expense. Natalie, Necra's..."

She points at the camera.

"Or even yours."

Mercedes adds a smile.

"And who wouldn't love that?"

She shrugs.

"Let's rewrite history. Joanne. Let's pretend that you are what you say you are – the best Bombshell in SCW. Let's pretend, for a moment, that I really haven't learned my lesson and every time you and I are put in the same ring, I continue to lose to you over and over again to the point where I just give up trying. Let's go with admitting that I respect Joanne Canelli even though she doesn't respect me. You've been doing this for a very long time, as you constantly like to remind us. You have almost twice the amount of experience on me around the squared circle, and you're a little older than me. The one thing we have in common is that we won't be wrestling in the ring forever.

"Look, Jojo, if you want to talk about who did what when, if you want to go another round of “I'm rubber, you're glue.” then I don't see why I'm even wasting my time here. I know you're a good competitor, I've seen what you can do. It's just that when it comes to you and me, me and you, you don't stand a chance. That's not an opinion, that's not theory, that's just plain facts. It's obvious that you're just grasping at straws and calling me a slut just shows that not only are you petty and jealous, but you really have nothing else to go on. I see what you're trying to do here, but it's not going to work. If you want to continue thinking that I've slept my way to the top, don't let me stop you. By all means, keep it up. Have fun, go crazy. It's all mind over matter. I don't mind, and you don't matter.

"You don't have to respect me, but I respect you. Believe it or not, I respect you, Joanne Canelli. You can call me every other name under the sun, I don't care. Because at the end of the night, the only name you're going to call me is, “Bombshell Roulette Champion.”

Behind Mercedes on the vanity table is a retro View-Master. Mercedes turns away from the camera and picks up the whimsical device, observing it up close before she looks again at the camera.

"Anyone remember these red 80's toy picture viewers that you inserted a card story wheel into? I had one of these when I was growing up. Good times. I think I collected all of the little movies. Anyway, since I happen to have one, and a little highlight reel here.”

She gestures to this with her free hand.

"Let's have some fun with this, shall we?"

Mercedes feeds the white circular card into the toy, then holds the red unit up to her eyes to be able the images as we're mere moments from being whisked away into technicolor.

"With this match coming up, it should be no surprise that everyone is confident they can win this match. No one is more confident then the champion herself. And while having confidence is always a good thing, overconfidence is the kiss of death."

Mercedes clicks on the lever and the first slide we see is Necra Octavian Kane with the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

"Putting your eggs in one basket is never a good idea. I think this fascination with becoming the next Triple Crown Champion has got Necra so wrapped up, it's not even funny. Yes, it's true that she and Vixen pinned Amy and Jessie in the main event, staking a claim for a title match..."

Then there's the outcome from Climax Control 89 in the "Clash of Champions" main event that night.

"But that's a moot point when Liz and Veronica ends Amy and Jessie's sham of a reign. Necra pulled her little stunt last show, putting out an open challenge and knowing full well that no one would answer it. That tells me one of two things. One, everyone was busy with other things. And two, no one takes her seriously as a threat. History lesson for all of you. Necra doesn't do so well when more than one person is after her title."

Next is the Pool Party X match from Summer XXXtreme II last year. The image shows Necra soaked and wet after her surprise upset loss.

"The reason why everyone is after the Bombshell Roulette Championship is because everybody knows it is THE top title in the Bombshells division. Everyone else can stake a claim for second-best goes after the Bombshell Championship and Vixen."

Which is exactly the image on the next slide. Vixen is shown wearing the title proudly over her shoulder. The next series shows Vixens accomplishments in SCW since joining the company.

"Oh, sure, she can talk about being the final ACW Women's Champion, she can talk about being the first-ever Bombshell double champion, the first-ever triple crown champion, and the only other Bombshell to win the title three times. She'll always have those accomplishments when she wakes up in the morning. But on the morning on September 15, the one thing she won't have, the one thing Spike Staggs won't see around her waist, is the Bombshell Championship."

It was a sure thing as far as Mercedes was concerned. Everything was coming up Mean Girls and one by one, the champions of the Bombshells Division will fall to them at the supershow. This wasn't a prediction, a promise, or a guarantee. This was fact, and everyone should take it as gospel. Mercedes clicks the lever and we're shown a slide showing Natalie McKinley. Her focus is now on her own match.

“Look who this is! Is Natalie McKinley! Wonder what's gotten into her? She hasn't said a word about our match since it was announced? Must be feeling the pressure of being on the big stage. She's got Simon Jones as her personal cheerleader, which is nice. But at the same time, could you imagine the look on his face if, say, Nattie failed in preventing me in winning the title, or worse, she ended up getting pinned? I'm not saying it might happen, it very well could happen. Now, I will admit, Nettie’s had some impressive victories so far. A victory over La Paloma, also known as Crystal Hilton, should be a feather in your cap. I mean, the fact that she even got two chances in the Going to the Gold Tournament and still failed should be commended. So bravo, Nattie. Bra-vo".

For extra emphasis, the “a” in bravo is drawn out. Mercedes pulls away the goggles now and places it on the vanity table before she offers a sarcastic applause, which then speeds up. She gets up now and makes a show of it, adding the water works. She goes offscreen for a moment and comes back with a box of Kleenex tissues. She tears out two and dramatically dabs a tissue under her eyes. She tears up as she continues.

“You're going to make it after all, Natalie McKinley. So put on your best Mary Tyler Moore impression and get ready for Sunday, September 14. Because the only thing standing between you and the Bombshell Roulette Championship isn't Necra Kane, it's me."

She smiles.

“If pictures are worth a thousand words, then Violent Conduct II will speak volumes. There will be no Kodak moments here, because all of you will be left a little exposed and soon out of focus when the Mean Girls take over the Bombshell Division. And step one begins with taking away the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Seems pretty cut-and-dried to me, don't you think?"

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[2 4 H O U R S]

Carmen Reyes is sitting behind a desk, typing furiously on a laptop. Her desk is stacked with paperwork needed at the end of the day. The ringing phone fills her with dread. On the third ring, she answers it.

Carmen: Hello? Yeah, I'm just finishing paperwork to turn in to Nico. Movies, tonight? No can do, Roland. The Bruins are playing Texas this Saturday and this paperwork will have me swamped all weekend.

She cradles the phone as she continues typing.

Carmen: The Godmother again? I've already seen that movie four times, Roland. I want to know what's so great about it...So what if it was nominated for ten Oscars? I don't want to wake up in a cold sweat from the cheesecake scene. Seriously, what overbearing mother takes out the store clerk with a Tommy because the store ran out of Sara Lee? Ridiculous!

Carmen stops typing, giving the conversation her full attention. She sighs, then throws up a hand in resignation.

Carmen: Does it have to be a Friday? Oh, alright. I'll see you then.

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(C O M M E R C I A L B R E A K)

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[[REC•]

“Do you struggle with remembering those science formulas? Can't remember who discovered the theory of relativity or other science facts? You're not alone. Science is not for everyone, but there is help.”

Mercedes holds up a book.

“When you get the Mean Girls Guide to Everything.”

The camera closes up on the cover. The artwork features Mercedes with her hair standing on end as a result of mistakenly touching a Van de Graaff generator. The Mean Girls logo is above the image with the words ”Guide to Everything” in what else but hot pink cursive just below it.

“This step by step guide helps you with, well, everything. Take Carla, aged 9. Carla was falling behind in her 3rd grade math class. But when she got the Mean Girls Guide to Math, Carla became a whiz in no time.”

Scene opens where we find Carla sitting at her desk and looking into a workbook with Mercedes looking over her shoulder as the girl's father walks in on them. The problem in the workbook seems elementary enough: An addition problem, illustrated with Vixen, Amy and Jessie on one side followed by the plus sign and then Necra, Joanne and Natalie on the other side.

Carla: 3 ratchets plus 3 ratchets equals six ratchets!

Mercedes: Good job, Carla! High five! (raises her hand in the air awaiting to receive a high-five) Alright! Now down low. (brings her hands down for a low five) Way to go! At the side. they exchange side fives Mean Girls pride!

She winks at the camera, then gives a thumbs up. Carla's parents are convinced apparently. The mother gasped in surprise while the father simply shakes his head in amazement while crossing his arms as our commercial fades.

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[A N O T H E R 2 4 H O U R S]



Carmen sits next to Roland, a blonde in his 30s. Nothing really stands out about him, save that people often mistake him for a movie star. A movie goer enters the theater accompanied by the usher, who guides her a few rows down. She sits in front of Mercedes. Carmen doesn't notice that she actually sitting across the other aisle. Time passes and we're at the near end of the movie. Mercedes hasn't had the best of nights as every time she had a clear view, the blind woman keeps getting in the way. Finally, Mercedes kicked the seat in front of her.

Mercedes: Excuse me, Helen Keller, could you move one seat down? You're in the way.

The woman, who's actual name is Helen, ignores the insult and continues enjoying the movie.

Helen: No, I'm fine where I am, thank you.

Suddenly, a commotion starts between Helen and Mercedes, which not only ruins the movie, but also involved security and the ushers. Carmen doesn't realize what's going on until she puts two and two together. As Mercedes is escorted, Carmen slouches in hopes of not being seen as our scene fades.

• • •

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Mercedes: Bad day?

Carmen: Lost my job.

Mercedes: Ouch. It's tough to find a job in these trying times.

Carmen: Get out. Take your things and get the hell out my house.

Mercedes: But where am I going to stay?

Carmen: DILIGAF? You've made it in New York. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. I couldn't care less if you lived under the bridge. I've known Helen since grade school. We went to high school together, we graduated from UCLA at the top of our class. Thanks to you, she not only fired me, but she never wants to hear from me again. You do understand she was my BOSS, right?

Mercedes: Well, how was I suppose to know that? Can't we talk about this?

Carmen: There's nothing to talk about. Now go.

Mercedes: Alright, I'm going.

Carmen leads Mercedes to the door. She puts her hand on the doorknob, then turns back.

Mercedes: Just so you know, blood is thicker than water.

Carmen: Good to know, because you can find some other relative to destroy. You're no longer welcome here. Oh, and good luck in your match on Sunday.

Mercedes turns away and slams the door as she leaves.

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[REC• ]

“Coffee or Tea?”

A question Mercedes Vargas struggles with as she stares at a bottle of Folgers and a box of Lipton tea bags. Without hesitation, she reaches for both from the cabinet. Stifling a yawn, she sets these on the coffee table and turns to the camera.

“Same crap, different day.”

Mercedes shakes her head and turns towards the stove. She fills three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.

“See, since the day I set foot in Sin City Wrestling, I've paid my dues. I wrestled who I was told to wrestle, when I was told to wrestle. I had to prove myself and climb that little ladder just so I can make a name for myself, although I was already an international superstar before I came here. But I humbled myself, I did what I was told, and now 14 months later, what you see before you is someone who is going to make history yet again in Sin City Wrestling, and this only the beginning for The Mean Girls.”

Mercedes scours through the fridge while the pots came to a boil. In the first she places carrots, in the second she places the eggs, and the last she places ground coffee beans. She lets them sit and boil and retreats over to the breakfast table, pulls out a chair and takes a seat.

”They said joining the Mean Girls was a bad idea. They said the Mean Girls will be the end of my career. They said the Mean Girls were only using me and leeching off my success. They said I sold out....They say a lot of things...”

She smiles.

“...Don't they?”

Mercedes rubs her hands expectantly with a smile on her face.

“But nobody has heard what I had to say. I explained my actions and why I joined the Mean Girls. It wasn't because of fame, it wasn't because of fortune. It's because I can. When you have the greatest collection of talent in the Bombshells Division, who wouldn't want to be a part of that? Opportunity knocks only once, and I didn't need to be told twice. And now, here I am. Nothing's change. I'm still the same Mercedes I always was. Ruthless, cunning, that much more dangerous than any other Bombshell on the roster. And now, I'm a part of something that will revolutionize this company forever. The Mean Girls are one step closer to ending Misty's dream, and beginning our own. And it all begins at the supershow in two days.”

Mercedes picks up a nearby desk calender and adjust it on the table. From what we can see, she has been marking x's on the calender towards the pay-per-view.

“Ready or not, here we come. I just hope my opponents this Sunday are ready. At least, I hope they are.

Mercedes pushes back her chair and takes out two bowls and a glass cup from the cabinet before returning to the stove. Five minutes goes by and she turns off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in the cup. Turning to the camera, she shrugs her shoulders.

“Carrots, eggs, and coffee. Probably wouldn't be your definition of the breakfast of champions. You may not see what they all have in common, but I'll get to that in a moment.

She feels the carrots, noting that they were soft. She then broke an egg and, after pulling the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, she takes up the cup and sips the coffee, smiling as she enjoys the rich aroma.

“These three objects are a lot like my opponents. Each of them faced the same adversity - in this case Necra - the boiling water - but they all reacted differently.”

She gestures at the bowls again in turn continuing her object lesson.

“Joanne is a lot like these carrots. She's strong, relentless, and tough to defeat. But when the going gets tough, she's weak. She can talk the talk, just like I can, but can she walk the walk? I don't think so. I mean, why would they give her another shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship when she failed in your return when Emma had it, and then again in the four-way at Chaos in Cape Town? The only thing you got to take with you is that you survived until the end – but just like in your one-on-one with Emma, she pinned you again.

She next holds up the boiled egg in her free hand.

“This egg represents Natalie McKinley. She's soft, but when faced with adversity, she'll face her toughest challenge yet in myself, Necra and Joanne – combined we have almost twenty years of experience inside the squared circle. And one of two things could happen to her...”

In one swift motion, she slams a frying pan on a raw egg. When she raises it up, she looks down at the yoke now all over the floor. She then holds up the hard boiled egg.

“Or maybe she just might surprise people. We'll see.

“And these coffee beans represents me. When the water boiled, the coffee changed the water. By winning this match, I'm going to change things in the Bombshell Division. And by me, I mean, the Mean Girls.”

"Necra, as I said before, represents the boiling water, the person standing in the way. She has three opponents who are looking challenge her for that title. I've already come to expect that she will shove her Bombshell Roulette Championship in everyone's faces at Violent Conduct II, that's a given. But what she won't expect is that someone could be walking out with that same title, even if it doesn't come at her expense. Why do you think she admits that I'm the favorite to pry that title away from her? Because she knows that in the face of adversity, I'm going to answer the bell. I'm not going into that match strong, only to wilt under pressure like Joanne will this Sunday. I'm not heading into this title match as the weakest, only to show up when the bell rings, like Natalie will. The pressure is too much for her, no one wonder she cracked. I'm going in like the coffee bean. The bean changed the water, and when the water gets hot, that's when the situation changed. Necra knows that out of her three challengers, I pose the most threat to her reign. The only thing she got on me is winning ladder matches against me, every time. That doesn't prove anything as much as she want to think it does."

Mercedes sets her coffee down and now turns to a light colored teacup filled with herbal tea already prepared at the breakfast table.

“I like reading tea leaves, it's fun. Let's look at the tea leaves to see what my opponents can expect this Sunday at Violent Conduct II.”

Mercedes lifts her cup with her left hand and begins sipping, leaving a small amount of tea at the bottom of the cup. She swirls the tea three times and holds the nearly empty cup in her hand, leaving the leaves inside the cup. She dumps out the remaining liquid into a saucer before turning the cup back over. She takes out a small notepad jotting down what she sees.

“Interesting...These droplets looks like a mountain. A lot like what Natalie will be facing this Sunday. It's a difficult, but possible goal. After all, anything can happen in SCW. Just ask Electra Styles. And this next droplet looks like a lock. Necra fits this description because she realizes that in order to walk out of this match and the supershow, she's has obstacles in her way. The funny thing is, she doesn't believe that will be the case Sunday.

“Mercedes looks up from the cup now to the camera.

“This sad rendition of Tales from the Crypt is over. Unlike any of the champions here, The Mean Girls don't need titles to grab the headlines. We don't need championships to feel better about ourselves. This Sunday we're taking your titles, not because we have to have them, not because we want them, not because we need them. It's just because we can, and there's two things you can do about it. Nothing and like it. Necra, you want to tell everybody that they don't stand a chance against you, but sweetheart, that's where you've made a big mistake Because when you tell someone they can't have something, well, it makes them want it even more. You've got three people who wants that title more than you, believe it.

“Vixen can talk about pretenders all she wants to and Amy can pull off her best parodies of people – good luck trying to land an SNL gig, sweetheart - but who are they fooling? Certainly not me, and certainly not any of the other Mean Girls. Vixen and Amy and Jessie and Necra are champions IN NAME ONLY and are only masquerading around with those titles because they THINK they're untouchable. Well, if they're not looking over their shoulders now, they should be. Because now we're going to end this charade once and for all.

“Vixen got by Odette Ryder, she got lucky against me, but come Sunday, the third time isn't going to be the charm. She started her third reign in Phoenix, Arizona. How fortunate that her reign will end in another city in the same state. Vixen Staggs is collateral damage on the way of the Mean Girls running over the Bombshells Division and she's about to be personally victimized by Delia Darling. Amy and Jessie are mere CASUALTIES on the way of the Mean Girls winning the war when Liz and Veronica beat them again. And as for Joanne and Natalie, they're going to be the latest names added to my checklist along with yours, Necra. And seeing as you, Amy and Jessie all won your titles on the same night at Into the Void III, you can expect to lose those titles on the same night at Violent Conduct II. We're not going to to stand one more day with any of you as champions. The way I see it, Veronica, Liz, and I are just trying to get 56 days of our lives back. So Vixen, Amy, Jessie, Necra...shine those belts real nice, make sure they're pretty. Keep them nice and warm. Look at the names engraved on them for the last time."

Mercedes makes the title belt gesture at her waist.

“Those titles will soon be property of the Mean Girls. Count on it. Of course, we would have to sterilize them first."

It could be said that a lot of people will be boarding lonely flights that night. As far as Mercedes and her own match goes, there will be four women involved for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, three women will end up empty handed, still two will be lucky that they weren't pinned. And one will be looking up at the bright lights of shame. Mercedes intends to walk out with gold around her waist, and stat the beginning of the end of Misty's so-called build of the Bombshells Division. The cracks of the foundation was already showing. After this comes the flood.

“The Mean Girls has taken over Sin City Wrestling. Not we will take over, not we're going to take over. No, we HAVE taken over Sin City Wrestling and short of creating a time machine, there's isn't anything Misty can do about it. This isn't 2012. This isn't her Bombshell Division anymore. It's a better Bombshell Division...”

She pauses, adding an opening statement.

“And we're at the head of the table. Hashtag Mercy Facts.”

“You can't sit with us, you can't hang with us, and like Teflon, you can't touch us. Sorry, not sorry.”

Fin