Lynchburg, Tennessee - Monday afternoon.
Brandi Shotze lies on a sofa, face down, fully clothed in blue jeans and a black shirt pulled halfway up her back. Her arm rests of the sofa, her hand bent across the linoleum floor of her trailer home. Signs of life are seen as Brandi turns her face towards the open area of the room, her eyes slowly flickering open.
Brandi: Did anyone get that number of that truck that hit me?
Across the room, Bo Dreamwolf lowers a book as he sits on a second built in sofa. He smiles at his girlfriend.
Bo: No, but it was a whiskey truck.
Brandi's eyes open a little wider as she turns her head towards Bo.
Brandi: Well tell it to drive by again tonight, so it can hit me again. Hey, did you try to grope me when ah was asleep?
Bo puts the book down next to him.
Bo: No.
Brandi uses her elbows, pushing herself up and shaking her head, trying to shake herself back in to life.
Brandi: Some boyfriend you are, Pocahontas. Preferring a book to some sleep groping.
Bo, used to Brandi's mannerisms, stands up with a smile.
Bo: Your phone has been going crazy all morning.
Brandi: Well send it to an asylum and give it some happy pills, that should shut it up for a while.
Brandi sits up, placing her hands on the side of her head and running her fingers through her long, curly hair. Bo stands up, reaching the phone from the table and sitting next to Brandi, placing the phone on her leg.
Brandi: Not too close humping bull, if ya couldn't sleep grope me, you can take a shuffle along there, cause ya not groping now.
Ignoring Brandi, Bo points to the phone.
Bo: You might wanna check that thing. Erik Staggs has called you seven times already today, something must be going on.
Brandi: Probably asking why ah won't be his Facebook friend or something.
Bo: Just call him back. It might be important.
Brandi tilts her head towards Bo, looking at the Native American with hung over eyes. She turns back to the phone as it starts to vibrate on her leg, showing the name Erik Staggs on the front. She looks back at Bo.
Brandi: Man, if this thing would vibrate a little faster, ah wouldn't need you.
Bo rolls his eyes at Brandi and reaches down, pressing the speaker phone button before looking smugly at Brandi.
Brandi: You're an asshole.
Erik's voice can be heard on the phone.
Erik: And good afternoon to you too Brandi.
Brandi looks down at the phone.
Brandi: Not you, well, you are an asshole but Bo is too for hitting answer on the phone so I have to speak to you.
Erik: I see your phone manners have improved.
Brandi: Yep, note ah didn't call you a fucking asshole this time, so Ah'm getting better. Whatcha want Erik?
Erik: Have you been keeping up with SCW lately?
Brandi: Yeah, why?
Erik: Because we're coming up to show one hundred, and we're gonna do a lot of stuff for it, including an alumni battle royal, one for the men, one for the women. Would you be interested?
Brandi: In getting in the ring with a few fellas and being groped all over the place before they put their hands in between my legs and try and throw me over something? Sounds like a Saturday night with Bo.
Erik: No, I mean being in the Bombshell one.
Brandi looks at Bo, who is nodding his head up and down.
Brandi: No thanks.
Erik: Why not? We pay for you to come to Vegas, you get a hotel room, with full mini bar, get a chance to hang around with some old friends, perform in front of a live crowd again.
Brandi: Look Erik, Ah left SCW because ah didn't wanna rassle anymore, what makes ya think ah do now? Besides, ah already have another job and it don't include rassling.
Erik: Then it will be good to see you one more time in a ring.
Brandi: Oh y'all see me in a ring, but I won't have to fight.
Erik: Finally got a job as a card girl at a boxing event, huh?
Brandi: Nah, ah'm a bit over qualified for that. Tits are too big, would distract the boxers.
Erik: I see your sense of humor hasn't changed. You might wanna consider it, your old friend Cookie is gonna be in it.
Brandi looks at Bo, surprise on her face. Bo nods once more, with one firm shake of his head.
Brandi: You're not pulling my chain, right? Cookie is gonna be there and in the ring.
Erik: The same ring as you.
Brandi pauses for a second, looking away from Bo and the phone.
Erik: Brandi? Are you still there?
Brandi: Yeah, fuck it, ah'm in.
Erik: Ok good, get to Vegas by tomorrow night, we'll get that contract signed and get you back on SCW television.
Brandi: Alrighty, bye asshole.
Brandi presses the button on the phone, ending the call and standing up, letting the phone fall to the ground.
Brandi: Well, don't just stand there, we need to get to Vegas.
Brandi walks away, disappearing in to another room as Bo picks up the phone from the floor. A curious look crosses his face as he looks down the short hall.
Bo: Hold on a minute.... another job?
The scene turns to black as Bo walks down the hall
*******
Las Vegas, Nevada - Tuesday afternoon.
Twenty hours since the call, Brandi sits alone, her fingers wrapped around a Starbucks cup, resting on the cardboard sleeve. She gazes around the tabled area, people sit with laptops, typing away with their keyboards. Brandi shakes her head slowly, muttering to herself.
Brandi: Nothing says cheap douche bag quite like taking a laptop to Starbucks. Seriously, trying to save on internet costs or something?
She turns her head to see a man reading a book in the corner, lost in his own world of fantasy.
Brandi: And why would ya take a book to a coffee house to read? Surely it's quieter at home. Having said that, that sounds like something Bo would do.
Brandi looks at the camera with a wink, then stares back towards the steam rising from her coffee. A shadow covers the table, causing Brandi to look up to see her old friend, former tag team partner, second half of The Party Girls, Cookie S'mores.
Cookie: Talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness.
Brandi: Ah thought the first sign of craziness was walking through a mail with a bath robe open, but what do ah know?
Brandi stands up, embracing her friend with a warm hug.
Cookie: I'll be back.
Brandi nods and sits down as Cookie moves towards the counter. Brandi turns back towards the camera.
Brandi: Looks like it's just you and me SCW cameraman. Aren't you a lucky guy?
The camera moves up and down in a nodding motion.
Brandi: Ah guess ah better do some talking or all you'll good do is film my bangers. It's been forever since ah last saw Cookie. She left SCW long before ah did. Ah gotta be honest, ah'm not even sure why. She was kicking all sorts of ass in the tag team division with me, we partied with Odette Ryder.... now Stevens, hell, we came pretty close to forming a good female stable back then and then she went and ah had to fight on alone. Ah don't hold it against her, still one of my closest friends but been a while since ah've been in the same room as her. Maybe her promo will shed some light on that. Ah know people will see this whole thing and ask for one more run from The Party Girls, but ah really do have a new job and ah can't be in two places at once so maybe y'all should just enjoy seeing the two of us in the ring at the same time again.
Cookie returns to the table, a hot drink in her hand. She sits opposite Brandi, her eyes full of warmth and excitement.
Cookie: Is it me or is it weird that we're meeting here and not at male mud wrestling?
Brandi nods her head slowly, but reaches in to her pocket, pulling out a silver flask.
Brandi: Ain't no bar, but don't need no bar when y'all have this.
Brandi pulls the plastic top off the coffee in front of her and pours dark liquid in to her coffee. She offers it to Cookie, and Cookie does the same with her plastic top. Brandi pours a shot from the flask in to Cookie's drink and puts the cap back on and sliding the flask back in to her pocket.
Cookie: So what made you wanna be in this battle royal?
Brandi: Erik told me you was in it, and ah couldn't resist returning to be in the ring with ya again.
Cookie leans back in her chair, looking at Brandi with a puzzled look on her face.
Cookie: Weird.
Brandi: What is?
Cookie: He told me you signed up first and that's why I came back.
Brandi cracks a smile, slowly shaking her head.
Brandi: Sneaky bastard. You can act all nice, but deep down, he's the same Erik Staggs doing what he thinks right for business.
Cookie: Got us both here though.
Brandi: That it did.
Brandi raises her coffee cup and cookie does the same. The two knock them together and take a sip of the hot, yet now alcoholic beverages.
Cookie: So I have a question for ya.
Brandi looks up at Cookie.
Brandi: Yes, Bo is above average where it counts.
Cookie breaks in to a smile.
Cookie: Not my question, but nice to know, good job landing above average.
Brandi point to her chest.
Brandi: These things kinda helped, ya know. They're also above average.
Brandi picks up her drink, with a smile on her face as Cookie stares at her.
Cookie: My question was why did you walk away after that match? You know you things were on the up for you after winning Blast From The Past. That made you a legit main eventer.
Brandi slowly lowers her drink, looking at Cookie, choosing her words.
Brandi: Y'all know me, I'm an all or nothing person. Everyone who watched that match knew ah had it won, ah knew ah had it won, but something just happened and ah didn't finish the match early enough. It was mine for the takin' an' ah let the damn thing go on too long when ah shoulda finished it before the Mean Girls got involved. It was my fault for not getting it finished an' it played on ma mind way too much. Ah didn't wanna go through that shit again, wasn't worth mah time anymore. No one wanted to see ma ass on TV anymore, ah didn't wanna be on TV anymore. Ah was let down by ma'self an' ah didn't wanna do that anymore.
Cookie: So you just left? You know you would have got another shot at it.
Brandi: So it could happen again? No thanks darlin', once bitten an' all that bullshit. Killed ma interest in all this stuff. Wasn't worth it.
Cookie: What did you do after?
Brandi: Packed up ma stuff and went back on home to Lynchburg. Ah made good money from SCW, ah didn't need to do much, just have fun again.
Brandi smiles at Cookie.
Brandi: Ya know what? This shit ain't us, sitting in a coffee house.
Cookie: Mud wrestling?
Brandi: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!
The duo stand up as the scene fades to black
*******
Las Vegas - Tuesday Night.
On a balcony of a hotel room, Brandi Shotze looks down at the lights of Las Vegas, her mind deep in thought as lights blink. Her elbows rest on the balcony rail as she slowly shakes her head, a smile slightly crossing her face. She turns towards the camera, looking towards it as the Vegas skyline sits brightly behind her.
Brandi: Who woulda thought mah fat ass would end up back in ring again. Ah never thought I'd ever find mahself in an SCW ring again. Ah guess ya found out earlier but ah guess that's all water under the bridge now. Going from winning Blast From The Past II to being where ah'm today is a bruise on the ass what ya fall from that high. Enough to drive any bitch crazy but that call from Erik Staggs made ma eyes shoot open, because the amount of people in this ol' battle royal, friends and rivals was just too damn good to turn down.
Brandi reaches in to her pocket, pulling out a slip of paper before shrugging back at the camera.
Brandi: What? There's a boat load of people in this here thing, can't remember everyone after seven beers and a flash and half of the good stuff.
Brandi looks closely.
Brandi: Kittie... Kittie.... oh, Kittie, one who got tagged by Rage lately. Girl what the hell was you thinking?
Brandi looks at the camera, slowly shaking side to side.
Brandi: Stop moving the camera because ya shaking ya head cameraman. Do what porn starts do and aim the thing right, ok?
Brandi fires a thumbs up to the camera.
Brandi: Anyway, Kittie, crazy ol' sin, champion, good to see ya ass back in the ring. Ah know a lot of people wanted to see ya whole bag of craziness back in action for a long ass time. Ah've been watching the ol' SCW for a while and ah thought for a while that your ass has needed to be back in the ring, just to show these Barbie dolls and little models what real rassling was all about. Show those skinny little bitches who think looks are everything that looks mean pretty much fuck all when it comes to getting down and knocking some teeth out. I hope I'm way up close when ya get ya hands on one of them and see ya shake them like a stripper on a Saturday night.... by shake them, I mean the Barbie girls, not your tits, cause, well... you know...
Brandi looks down at the list again.
Brandi: Fuck, speaking of Barbie girls, if it isn't one of those lil' bitches that actually cost me the chance at winning the Bombshell title! Liz Smalls!
Brandi clenches her jaw
Brandi: Now I can't remember if your dumb little air head ass was involved that night, cause you know, the booze today, one day ya might just be old enough to drink when you can pull ya juvenile face away from Momma Smalls tits, but you was, are, whatever, a mean girl, past, present, future, I don't give a shit. That night, Mean Girls interfered and cost me winning that Bombshell title, cost me from actually having a huge achievement, and now ah get to get my hands on you little girl and ah can't wait because my hands are going round ya chicken neck and I'm gonna shake ya back to reality instead of that little dream world that y'all spend ya time in. Princess, if I was you, I'd run like Forrest Gump, cause these hands are gonna do something y'all never expect. They're gonna beat ya like ya a ginger stepchild. Y'all could have been a very different little girl if once in a while papa Smalls would have took a belt to your little skinny ass, but ah'ma tell ya this. Ah wouldn't be booking any magazine shoots for a lil' while because for a long time, y'all only have a face for radio.
Brandi takes two long deep breaths, closing her eyes to refocus for a second.
Brandi: It's not that ah hate everyone in this match, just Liz Smalls really. Bitch got a good education and can't spell for shit, sods law ah guess.
Brandi shrugs her shoulders, looking down at the list in front of her, a smile appearing on her face.
Brandi: Ahhh, someone ah wish was ma ginger stepchild is also in the match there, Emma Rose, don't worry ya ginger Kiwi, ah wouldn't beat ya... well, at least not with a belt, stick, frying pan, Mexican, or anything else that came to hand when I was near Liz Smalls, but maybe in ah match, ah'd give ya a damn good try. Been a while Kiwi, ya lost ma number since ya moved to that land over there across the sea? Doesn't matter cause ah'll be seein' ya on Sunday and we'll be making up for some lost time. Tell that fella of yours to lock up that liquor cabinet. It wasn't safe the first time round, not gonna be safe the second time around.
Brandi looks past the camera and at the cameraman.
Brandi: What? For all his cash, he coulda bought a better lock for it. Ah was in that ol' thing in under six seconds. New personal best.
Brandi looks back at the camera.
Brandi: Cookie's in the match too! Ah saw that lil' lady earlier today, and she hasn't changed a bit. Now just cause Cookie and ah used to be tag team champions, and good ol' friends for a long ass time, doesn't mean we have a game plan to throw y'all out together and get to the final two.... well, at least not yet anyway. She is the reason my ass agreed to doing this whole thing. She never got the damn credit she deserved or the chances that these little weedy bitches get, just because they have a different look, she deserved more, hell, more than me. It's gonna be ma pleasure to see that lady back in action again. Hell, maybe she'll wanna get the band back together at some point. How many more of these here people do ah have to talk about?
Brandi looks towards the cameraman.
Brandi: Four?
She holds up four fingers as the camera bops up and down.
Brandi: I'm finally back in freaking Vegas and I have to talk about four more instead of hitting the town? Fuck!
Brandi looks down at the paper once more.
Brandi: Can't read my own fucking writing. Faith... is it Faith?
The camera bops up and down as if to nod towards Brandi.
Brandi: Ah don't remember too much about her, ah remember her having like funky hair and holding the Bombshell roulette title for a time till those sell outs on Team Erik or whatever the fuck it was, took it from her, but other than that, ah don't know her, so ah don't really give a fuck. Just another body in the ring to throw around like a lil rag doll. Ah don't mind throwing these people over and out, if ah did, ah wouldn't have signed up for this shit, would ah? So erm, Faith, yeah, sorry lady but over the top rope for you.
Brandi looks down at the list again.
Brandi: Karina Koji's in this thing? Damn, someone's gonna get hurt in this one, god damn! This woman knows more spots to hurt someone than anyone else ah've ever met in my whole life. This bitch could stamp on ya toe and make y'all wisdom teeth hurt for a month after. Need a plan for her, cause she can slap on any ol' move from any position. Plan.... plan.... oooooh ah got one, knock her the fuck out! Can't put any ol' move on me if she can't see straight, move or stand up. Well that one was easier than ah thought. Just knock her the fuck out and there ain't no damn painful moves heading in ma way. Nothing against ya Karina but ain't no damn nerve holds put on my ass. Who we got left?
Brandi pulls the paper up to her face. Her eyes widen as she screws up the paper and throws it over her shoulder.
Brandi: Oh you are fucking kidding me, right? Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez? The bondage tickling freaks that used to spend every ol' promo tickling each other to the point of them pissing themselves? Fuck, y'all feel dirty just being in the damn ring with those two weirdos. Ah'm all for a bit of biting, hair pulling and lets face it, ah got an ass built for spanking but these two are just out of their damn minds. Whips, chains and feathers excite these two freaky ass bitches. Who in their mind would bring freaky dee and freaky dum back. Ah mean y'all punch them in the face, they'll probably get excited and leave wet patches in the ring.
Brandi moves away from the balcony rail.
Brandi: I can't talk about those two without feeling filthy. Down there is Vegas, down there is where my ass is going, drink those two off my mind.
Brandi walks towards the door, past the camera. She turns back, as she puts one foot in the door, looking deep down the camera.
Brandi: Sunday night is gonna get all kinds of fucked up, and ah'm not just talking bout those two bitches. People are gonna get hurt and ah'm gonna win that battle royal! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!
Brandi steps inside as the camera turns around, showing the lights of Las Vegas, before turning to black.
