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WATTS & MISTY vs DESPAYRE & CORTEZ
« on: February 22, 2015, 08:30:58 PM »
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WATTS & MISTY vs DESPAYRE & CORTEZ
« Reply #1 on: February 24, 2015, 04:36:05 AM »
 “Life couldn’t be better. At the moment everything is really perfect and I love my life. I’m happy as never before.”

Amanda is really in a good mood. She has a small cut at her forehead, but it’s almost healed and also the bruises at her ribs are almost good again. The petite diva sits at home in her trailer and smiles happily. She is so relaxed and in such a good mood and everything would be perfect if Rose would be there too, but sadly Rose is at work. So she is alone, but this time it doesn’t bother her too much. She stands up and slowly she walks to her kitchen. Like usually when she is at home, she only wears her sleep shirt and she loves it to be half naked, especially as she loses her clothes anyway as soon as Rose comes home. She looks into the mirror and as she sees the cut, she growls a bit, but it’s not too bad and so the smile comes back into her face, especially as she thinks of her son Jacobi and the last show at SCW.

“At SCW me and Despayre could take the win and now we are in the finals of this tournament. Sadly at PPW and FFP it didn’t went so good for me and I lost there, but that’s no bigger problem. In both matches I had to submit and at PPW they even threw me into an EMT truck and tickled me silly, but I survived it and so it’s no bigger problem. I’ll be back there too and then I’ll get my revenge. But at least at SCW I could win and I was the one who made the pin. Yay …Jacobi will be proud of me.”

She takes her cup of coffee and warms her cold fingers before she takes a sip. Then she sits down on a chair, tucks up one leg and puts her foot on the chair.

“And now I’ll tell you all about Jacobi, my son.”

A lovingly and happy smile comes into her pretty face and she takes another sip of her coffee. Then she lights a cigarette and thinks about how to begin. Amanda is used to do long speeches, but this time she doesn’t know exactly where to begin.

“Well, I think I should start at the very first beginning. As you all know, I’m born in Puerto Rico and as a really small child, at the age of four, I came to the USA. My dad has left us alone and my mom didn’t had enough money to take care for me, so she left me in front of a children’s home. There I lived for a few years and then I got adopted by a German family. They brought me too Berlin and as I turned 12 they returned to the USA. All in all it was ok there, but as I turned 14 I ran away from them. I really don’t know, because they were really good people, and I still feel sorry for this.
But anyway, I can’t change it anymore. As I said, I ran away and lived in the streets of LA and really soon I became a member of a gang. I earned my money with stealing and selling druges and I’m really not proud of all the crap I have done, but as a teenie it was ok for me.
And then I met this guy. His name was Storming Raven and he was much older than me, but that was no bigger problem. I looked older as I am and I never told him my real age and so I had sex for the first time in my life. He was really nice and lovingly and he really deserved something better than me, but that wasn’t the main problem. The main problem was that I became pregnant. Yes, pregnant and this with 14. This was really too much for me and I wanted to die. I didn’t want a baby, especially not as I was almost a kid myself. I was so desperate.
But as I said, Storming Raven was a really nice guy and he stayed with me. I became my baby and we called him Jacobi. Damn, I never wanted a kid, but I loved him. He was my blood and I was his mom and I really wanted to be a good mother.
But as I said, I was too young, especially for having a family and so I began to cheat on Storming Raven. I had sex with several members of my gang, I took drugs again and all in all I was a pain in the ass and a horrible wife. At the beginning Storming Raven didn’t say anything and ignored it, but it became too much and two years after Jacob’s birth he left me and took Jacobi with him. I was so desperate and sad, because I really loved my baby, but deep insides I knew that it was the best for the kid. To kill the pain I even took more drugs and the whole situation escalated. I did illegal street fights and earned money with it, but most of it I earned with selling drugs. Damn, and I was a fucking junkie, but this way I almost forgot how mean I had been. At the age of 18 they arrested me and threw me in jail because of all the drug stuff. I was three years there and it was pure hell, but one thing was good, I became sober again. I never took drugs again.
But being sober brought back another problem. I began to remember that I had a family and what I had done to them and I felt so fucking guilty, but I deserved it. I had to pay for my sins. I always hoped, that Storming Raven would come back one day and visit me in jail, so that I could see my baby again. I only wanted to hold him one last time, but this never happened. He never visited me and for Jacobi it was prolly better. His mom a druggie in jail, I doubt that a lil kid would understand this.
But I was alone and there were so many times where I wanted to kill myself, but I never had the guts to do it. I was a coward and so I had to live with my sin. Eventually, three years later, I got released from jail and I was free again. At first I was happy, but then I became another problem, I couldn’t find a job. I had learned nothing and so nobody took me and so I began with wrestling. Fighting was the only thing I could do good and there was a company that gave me a job.
As I said, in fighting I was good and so I had some success, but I still missed my family, especially my lil son Jacobi. There has been no night where I wasn’t thinking about him and I was so sad and depressive, but after all these years I was too scared to search for him. I was so sure that he didn’t want to talk to the person who abandoned him and his father, but selfish as I was, I was more scared that he could reject me. So I felt guilty, but I didn’t do anything and so I stayed alone. It was crappy and mean and I know that I’ll have to pay for it one day when I’ll meet God. Damn, I know that I will end in Hell and that I can’t await that God forgives me, but that’s all my fault.”

Still sitting on her kitchen chair Amanda sighs. A tear runs down her cheek and she begins to sniffle, but she doesn’t wipe it away. Thinking of all this brought back all her dark memories and she feels guilty again. It takes a while and she can’t speak, but then she continues.

"I've never been happy, but eventually it became a bit better. I was wrestling for several companies and I've been so busy with training and doing matches, so that I almost forgot my crappy life. I could live, but in some way it was no real life and the only thing that kept me alive was my hate and the success I had. Yes, I’ve been a really great wrestler, but happy I’ve never been.
But then I met a girl with the name Rose. I liked her from the very first beginning and really soon we became lovers. Half a year later I married her and now everything became good. The first time in my fucking life I was happy again. We lived together, she trained with me and we spent every single minute together and this never changed. I still love her and she’s everything for me. So it seems that everything became good, but when I was alone, I still thought of Jacobi. Damn, was my baby ok? Did he had a good life? Die he eventually find luck?
Damn, I knew that I would never get an answer to all these questions. I would never be with him when he had his first day at school. I wouldn’t meet his first girlfriend and I wouldn’t be proud when he comes to college. Shit, I felt so guilty again and that’s one of the reasons why I hated it to be alone. Together with Rose I almost could forget my problems.”

Now the smile comes back into Amanda's pretty face. Everybody can see how much she loves Rose and that she's really happy with her. She rubs her toes and giggles a b’t, but then she continues with her story.

“It’s true, I was happy again, at least most of the time, just not these days when I’m alone. But now back to the story how I found Jacobi. A few weeks ago I met a girl called Serai. I knew her from one of the companies I’ve been in and we never were real friends, but we didn’t hate each other. So we talked a bit and she began to offend me. She called me a slut and all such things and then she started to talk about my son. She said that I’m a bad mom and that I abandoned my family and she was right. I’m really a bad mom, but it was too late to change something. I knew that she only said this to hurt me, but the bad feelings came back and I felt guilty again. This trash talking went on and at the end it ended in a match between us, a match with a very special stipulation. If I win, then she would quit and I could throw her in a grave and bury her. If I lose, then she would throw me in an EMT car where I get tickled silly till I’m back at home, Haha, a really long ride. And I lost that match, so it was a really hard night for me.
But that’s not the subject now. Let’s come back to Jacobi. Serai continued to hurt me, but she also told me that Jacobi has Twitter, but I still was to scared to contact him. Eventually she encouraged me to contact him and this I did. God damn, I was so scared and almost died and I was sure that he would never answer and I even would have understood him. Wo wants a mom who disappeared years ago and never tried to contact you?
But I was wrong, he answered and we talked on Twitter. After a few days we even met for the first time after 14 years and I was so scared again, but mostly I was excited. So we met and what I saw was so awesome, he was a wonderful 16 year old young man and he is so damn nice. We talked the whole night and in some way he even liked me. So from now on we met more often and then he even called me mom. Damn, I was so choked that I started to cry, and I was happy as never before in my life. Then he told me that he wants to become a wrestler too. Well, that’s ok for me and this way he can at least learn something from me. Maybe I have the chance now to be a good mother and I will to everything to make him happy. God, I know that you won’t forgive me, but thank you. Thank you so much.
Anyway, he’s back in my life now and me, Jacobi and Rose are a bit like a happy little family now. I visit him and he visits me and everything is good now. He even came with me to my matches and he brought me so much luck. You see, at SCW I could win and at PPW and FFP I could at least do a good performance and I think he is proud of his mom.
Damn, I’m so happy and thankful and at the moment my life really couldn’t be better. I have my baby back, I have a wife and I have success, Damn, I really feel like the Goddess I proclaim to be.”

The pretty young woman smiles happily and she's really lost in thoughts. Then she puts the cup away and looks down at her foot. Last night, after her loss she got tickled senseless and she still has the marks of the nails of her tormentors on her soft skin. It has been pure torture, but in some way it has been fun too and she giggles by the thought of this ordeal. Then she stands up and goes to the bath room. She puts off her sleep shirt and as she stands in front of the mirror, she sees all the bruises and marks from the kendo stick, with which she got beaten up and also the red scratch marks from the brutal tickling. She lightly shivers, but she shrugs.

“Well, it’s such a low price for having my son back. For this I would even walk over glowing coals ..”

Then she steps under the shower and turns on the hot water. As it touches her wounds and bruises, she screams out. Damn, it hurts so bad, but she ignores the pain. After a few minutes, she comes out of the shower and carefully fries herself, taking care that it doesn’t hurt too much. Then she puts on a new shirt and leaves her trailer. It’s already midday and so she sits down on a deck chair in the sun and looks at the ocean. She still is happy and smiles, especially as she now thinks of her last match at SCW.

“And it’s so good that Jacobi saw me win at SCW. Otherwise he could have thought that his mom is a sore loser. But I won and I did it against Kaelin and Jade. One of them is a former champion and the other one still hold a title. Damn, I said it in my promo and on Twitter, that I will blow them away, and this I did. Ok, it wasn’t as easy as I thought, but Despayre and me ended up as the winners and I even was the one who pinned Jade. Haha, so I’m a real winner and I’m proud. But I’m not only proud, I’m also happy that Jacobi could see his. Damn, yes, his mom is one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world and soon I’ll hold a second title. Tag champion I already am, together with Veronica and now I’m in the finals of this tournament. So if Despayre and me win the next match we will have won the whole tournament and then I’ll have the chance to go for the next title.”

She smiles and is a bit lost in thoughts. In some way she really loves this thought. She has never been very ambitious, but now, after she met her son Jacobi, this has changed and she wants him to be proud of her.

“Then I’ll be a double champion and I know that my son will be so happy. I might not be the best mom, but this has changed now and at least I’m a good wrestler. I just have to see for which title I will go then. I could chose the Bombshell’s title from Delia or the Roulette title from Roxie. Both matches won’t be easy, but I think defeating Roxie isn’t that hard, but getting the bombshell’s title would be awesome too. Then I have the most important title in this company.
There’s only one problem, or better, it’s two problems. Deliah is the boss of my stable and my friend and this would cause trouble. So you might say I should take Roxie’s title, but that’s not much better. She’s my friend and we had had some sessions with so much fun. Hehe, I’ve been her tickle buddy and I still am and I don’t wanna ruin this friendship. Not for such a fucking title. So it’s really hard to decide what to do and to be honest, I don’t know it. Maybe I should ask Rose when she comes back home or I ask my trainer and stepsister Casey. They always have good advices for me. So it should be possible to find a solution for this problem.
Now it might be a bit arrogant to say that Despy and me are already the winners, but it’s a fact and nothing and nobody can change this fact. I don’t underestimate Misty and Watts, but they are just idiots. They can’t win and they will never do it. I’m the best, the Goddess and nobody will stop me on my way to glory.”

Being in a really good mood now, the bubbly young woman laughs in her cheery way. It’s such a wonderful day for her and she really enjoys it. Here in LA it’s pretty warm and so she enjoys the sun, especially as she will have to travel to Copenhagen soon. There her next match will be. The last week she already has been in Europe and she really didn’t like the cold, but it would have been less stress if she would have stayed there, but that wasn’t possible, because she wanted to meet Jacobi in the USA. So she’s back at home and it’s fun too, but soon she will have to book a flight for herself and her family. But it’s still enough time and this can also wait till tomorrow.

“So now it’s settled, I’ll have to face this jerk Watts and his moronic partner Misty. Damn …”

Normally Amanda doesn’t care much about how her opponents perform in the ring. She’s really cocky and full of self confidence, so she doesn’t even think about a loss, but this time it’s different. Against Misty she already lost a few times, so she knows what awaits her and Watts matches she has watched too, because this guy even can become dangerous for her partner Despayre.

"And I won't take the risk of a loss only because I underestimated them. I know they are strong, but I’m strong too and so I’m prepared. I know all their strengths and their weaknesses and I also know how to use them against them. So I’m pretty sure nothing much can go wrong.”

It’s not possible to ruin her good mood. Now she sits up in her deck chair, tucks up her legs and hugs them. Her chin rests on her knees and she wiggles her cute toes. For a moment she wishes that Rose would be there and caress and tickle them, but sadly she’s alone at the moment.

“I just wish that we would have different opponents. I mean someone who’s a bit more easy to defeat. It’s not that I really think we can lose, but it will be a hard work to take the win and I don’t like such stress. An easy win would be so much more fun.
Anyway, I can’t change it, they are in the finals and there’s nothing I can do. But at least this jerk Watts isn’t my problem. Ok, in some way he is it too, but I don’t have to face him. This Despayre has to do and I’m confident that he can take him out. With a bit luck I won’t even have to fight Misty because Despy already has pinned jerk Watts. Haha, this would be awesome and so I can recover a bit longer from all the stress of the last weeks.
Well, you might wanna know why I’m so confident after Misty has beaten the crap out of me in the past and I’ll tell you. It’s because I have the best partner at my side whom you can imagine. I know, Despy doesn’t look really dangerous. He isn’t tall and full of muscles, no, he’s even pretty small and petite, but that doesn’t say anything about his wrestling skills. I have seen him perform in the ring and I almost couldn’t believe what I saw. It was awesome. He managed it to beat up guys who are twice his size and he never really had problems with doing this. The normally so kind and nice boy was really a fighting machine and I never thought that he could be that vicious in the ring.
Yes, normally he’s nice and friendly and a bit like a lil child. It might be a bit strange to see him come to the ring with his teddy and some people might laugh about him, but that’s a mistake. Others might even call him retarded or even worse, but that’s not true. He isn’t retarded, just a bit different than others and there’s nothing wrong about being different. I’m different too.
Anyway, call him however you want, but don’t underestimate him, cuz he will be the one who destroys you, the same way he did last week with Kaelin.
Oh, and one more thing about Despy, normally he isn’t my partner, but during this tournament he is. And he’s not only my partner, no, he also became my friend. So don’t you dare to talk bad about him, cuz if you do, then I’ll be there to fuck you up. Offending or hurting one of my friends is the same as offending or hurting me and you all know what it means to hurt the Goddess, it means endless suffering and death at the end. So be warned.”

Amanda takes a deep breath and looks up into the sky. It’s still warm here and so she has no reason to go insides. She lights a cigarette, inhales deeply and blows out a smoke ring. Then she sits up completely. She buries her feet in the warm sand and she loves the feeling, while she wiggles her toes.

“And now you prolly wanna know why I call Watts a jerk. It’s easy, cuz he is one. This motherfucker talked to me a while ago and also on Twitter and all he had to do was to offend me. He said I’m ugly, I’m a slut and much more things and this I can’t tolerate. Ok, I don’t have to face him directly, but I’ll still try to make sure that he gets punished for his harsh words and I know that Despy will do it.
And now back to him being a jerk. He has won all his matches since he is here at SCW and he mocked me because I have pretty many losses, but that means nothing. It’s easy to take the win against all these nobodies they through into his way. Everybody can do so.
But anyway, he might still be dangerous, but that still doesn’t give him the right to talk bad about me, SCW’s cute lil Goddess. I don’t know why exactly he did it, but prolly it’s cuz he never can have a girl like me. He says that I’m ugly, a freak, a whore or whatever, but deep insides I know it that he loves to watch me, and also my little fetish movies. I could bet that he’s one of my best customers, haha. I could bet that this moron really enjoys it to watch my sessions with Rose and my customers and that he sits in front of his computer and jerks off when he sees it or even thinks of me. Damn, you idiot, why don’t you just admit it? C’mon, just show the world who you really are, a little jerk who loves it to see a pretty woman in distress. Just have the guts to make your outing, but for doing this you’re prolly too scared. So there’s nothing more you can do than wishing to get your hands on me, but that will never happen, cuz these gender mixed matches aren’t allowed here at SCW. So all he can do is sitting there, all lonely and masturbating about the pictures of a girl he never can get. Damn, I almost feel sorry for him, but only almost, because this arrogant bastard deserves this fate. Shall he stay alone for the rest of his life or shall he spend his time with this ugly idiot Misty, I don’t care, at least not as long as he doesn’t come into my way, but sadly this he did. So I can’t ignore him any longer and now I strike back. I’ll make sure that he will get destroyed during our match and that his winning streak will end. This will be his first loss at SCW, but I promise that he will never forget it. He won’t even only get beaten up by Despayre, no, we will also force him to go down on his knees and to kiss my toes and than had to beg me to forgive him. Haha, and maybe I’m even nice and do so, who knows.
But I’m not mean at all. I might be a Mean Girl, but I’m still the nicest Mean Girl they ever had at SCW, so I will give him a lil reward after he begged me and called me a Goddess, his Goddess. I’ll send him a tape with my last session with Rose and me at my club and I bet he will love what he gets to see. It’ll be a great help for him and some great wanking material for this idiot. Haha, I almost can see him doing it right now. Eww, it’s so disgusting.”

Amanda lightly shivers as she thinks about all this. Again she drags at her cigarette and then she starts to laugh, but it’s not her usual cheery laughing, no, it’s mean and dirty.

“But now enough with the talking about this disgusting jerk. Let’s come to his idiotic partner, to ugly fat Misty. The thing with me and Misty is a really long story now and we don’t like each other from the very first beginning of my career at SCW. I really can’t remember how everything began. It never has been a real feud, but it’s still a rivalry and this goes on since years. She was one of my first opponents as I joined SCW and I must admit, that she really wiped the floor with me. Shit yes, during our first match I looked so bad and I was about to quit this job, but thanks God I didn’t. Otherwise I wouldn’t stand here as your tag champion.
But that wasn’t the only time I faced her. After my return to SCW and after I teamed up with Vero as a part of the Mean Girls, I had to face her again. Sadly we couldn’t win this match, but it wasn’t all my fault, at least I haven’t been the one who gets pinned, but anyway. I don’t wanna blame Vero, because my role during this match wasn’t much better. We both received a really bad beating up and this match really was no fun. In some way I hoped that I won’t have to face her again, but I also wanted my revenge. Nobody is allowed to threat me, the Goddess, like this and so she will have to pay for it.
I’m not so sure whether I’ll be able to defeat her in a singles match, but in a tag match I have chances. I’ll try my best and I’m sure I’ll find some ways o hurt her really bad and if it really doesn’t look good for me, then I always can tag in Despayre to save me. So there really isn’t much that can go wrong.
But it’s not only Despayre who will help me to take the win, there’s something more. It’s the fact that she lost her memories. Ok, normally that’s nothing I would laugh about and in some way this stupid bitch deserves it. She laughed about me after my loss and so she had to pay. I haven’t been the one who attacked her, but I must say that I’m happy that it happened. Haha, and for me it’s really good. I mean, she might even have forgotten how to wrestle. Isn’t that funny?
I think it is. Me, the Goddess, in a match against a retarded moron. Oh God, this is laughable, it’s a farce and I must take care that I don’t laugh myself to death. Hehe, this is so idiotic. By the way, I think it’s time for her to change her name from Misty Waters to idiotic Misty, that fits better to her now.
By the way, why do I even talk about this retarded ugly person? She really isn’t worth my time and this time I’ll prove that I’m the better wrestler. I’ll just go out there and destroy her. This time I’ll be the one who wins and not only this, Ill wipe the floor with her. I’ll beat her up as bad as it never happened before in her fucking life. I’ll beat the rest of brain out of her head and after I’m done with her she will need a feeding cup to eat properly. Yes, then she won’t even only lose her memories, she will lose the rest of her brain too. Shell be a stupid babbling something who pisses into her diapers. Fuck yeah, this will be the end of Misty Waters.
And again I will prove that I’m the real Goddess of SCW and that it is a fucking big mistake to come into my way or to even piss me off.”

Amanda is pretty much in rage, but thanks God now her cell phone rings and she answers it. It’s her son Jacoby and immediately her hate is gone and the good mood comes back. He tells her that he loved it to see her matches and that he also wanted to come with her to Copenhagen, to watch her next match. Amanda is really happy and after talking to him for more than two hours, she hands up. Then she dials the number of the airport and books the flights for herself, Jacobi, Rose and Casey. Then she puts her phone away and all this talking made her a bit tired. She goes back to her trailer and for a moment she thinks of going to bed and to sleep till Rose comes home, but then she decides not to do it. Instead she gets a sandwich from the fridge and a diet coke and then she goes back to her deck chair. Sleeping she can also do here. She sits down again and leans back, then she starts to eat her sandwich. At least she isn’t hungry anymore, but now she gets sleepy. So she closes her eyes and dozes a bit and it doesn’t take long and the tattooed beauty falls asleep.
A few hours later, it’s already early in the evening, Amanda feels a tickling at her foot and she wakes up, giggling in her cute way. As she opens her eyes, she sees Rose, who just came home and who tickled her to wake her up. Mandy smiles lovingly and holds out her arms.

“Hehe, such a wonderful way to wake up.”

Rose comes a bit closer and the two hug and kiss each other, then she sits down besides Mandy, holding the petite woman close.

“And I thought after your ordeal after your match you had enough of such things.”

Amanda giggles. She never gets enough of kinky fun, especially not if Rose does it to her. She huddles closer against Rose and runs her fingers through her hair. Then she looks at her and winks.

“No way ..I love it and I never get enough. So you don’t have to worry, I’m already waiting for my daily punishment for being lazy. Hehe, that’s exactly the reason why I prefer it to do nothing.”

They both laugh and then Amanda begins to tell Rose what she had done and also that she had booked them the flights to Copenhagen and a hotel. She also tells her that Jacobi will come with them and Rose smiles. Now she knows the boy too and she really likes him. He’s Amanda’s son and so he is her son too and for Jacoby it also hasn’t been a problem that his mother is married to another woman. So everything is ok.

“It’s good that he comes with us, this way he can cheer at you and he will be proud to see his mom win. And for you it’s a little extra motivation to give your best. I think you don’t wanna disappoint your son.”

Amanda nods in agreement. She is still in Rose’s arms, but now she sits up a bit more and looks at her wife.

“I would never disappoint him and I’ll make sure that he will love the show. Haha, and no kinky fun. I don’t want that he sees his mother in such situations. That’s not good for a young man. I wouldn’t know how to explain this.”

Now Rose starts to laugh. Normally Mandy isn’t prude and so it’s funny to hear such things from her.

“Gosh ..he’s a young man and he knows what sex is. So don’t worry about it. He has probably seen more than you want to know. And two girls having sex or you getting tickled isn’t a thing that would shock him. Don’t forget that he’s no baby anymore.”

Amanda looks up and now she pouts. She isn’t mad at Rose, but in some way these words had hurt her.

"For me he always will be my baby. I missed his whole childhood and his youth and now I try to be a good mom. And if this means to stop doing this modeling stuff or even to stop wrestling, then I don’t have a problem with retiring. I can also look for a normal job. Like the thing you do. Or I could help you with your flower shop.”

Again Rose huddles Amanda. She feels a bit bad and now she tries to comfort her wife. Lovingly she kisses her on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. And you’re right, he’ll always be your baby, but you must treat him like an adult. And with quitting your jobs, I see that different. I think it’s not so easy to find something new and the flower shop doesn’t bring us enough money. So this would be a problem. But it’s no problem that you are a wrestler, especially as you are really good in the ring. And the modeling stuff is ok too. Ok, you do fetish stuff, but you never do nudes and you’ve never done real porn, so it’s ok. Jacoby won’t have a problem with it he will be proud to have such a pretty and popular mother. So don’t worry about it. And now you should stop thinking about such things. You’ll have a really hard match at Copenhagen and you should focus on this. So you need some training and some time to relax. We all wanna see you win and then we wanna see you become a double champion. Hehe, it’s your duty to do this for your family.
By the way, as we talk about getting ready for your match, I’ll call Casey, so tomorrow in the morning you two can do some training. In the meantime I’ll pack our stuff for Copenhagen. So all you have to worry about is your match and your opponents and nothing more. Understood?”

Rose is right and Amanda knows this, so she nods. She still is a bit worried, but she tries to wipe these thoughts away. She lights a new cigarette and looks to the ground.

"You're right and I know this, but I can't help it, my feelings say something different. But anyway, I think I don’t have to decide it right now. For now we leave everything like it is and I just focus on this damn match. I really wanna become a double champion and I think I have great chances that this will happen.”

With a smile in her face Rose nods. Again she hugs her wife, but there’s also something that worries her. She doesn’t know exactly how to begin and waits for a while, but then she starts to speak again.

“I know that you can defeat Misty. It won’t be easy, but I know that you can do it, but there’s another problem and this problem is your partner Despayre. I don’t talk bad about him and I know that he can be awesome in the ring. Prolly he is the best male wrestler in this company, but I think he has a problem in his family.”

Amanda looks up and she is really a bit worried. It’s not that she is scared that Despayre could be distracted, but she likes him as a friend or even like the little brother she never has had. So it would hurt her to see him sad. But before she can ask anything, Rose continues to tell her the whole story.

"Well, I heard that there's something with a woman he knows. I think her name is Theresa and I heard she had a heart attack and is in hospital now. I don't know exactly who she is, but I think she’s the householder of the family and this for years. So he prolly really likes her and so he could be a bit distracted.”

As she hears this, Amanda’s eyes widen in shock. She doesn’t know Theresa, but she can imagine how Despayre feels, especially as he’s such a nice young man.

“Damn, that really sucks. I don’t know her too, but I heard Despayre talk about her and it seems that he really likes her. She must have been something like a nanny for him and so he’s prolly in shock. I was already worried, why I couldn’t reach him the last days, but now I know why, he’s in hospital and visits her.
Damn, I really hope that she will be ok soon. It hurts me so bad to see this boy sad, especially as he’s so nice and as he cares so much for his friends and family. You’re right and he might be a bit distracted, but I doubt that. I mean he’s a professional wrestler and he can deal with such things. And he has his family who comforts him. I have the feeling that they are really a great family and that they will all support him. So he will be ok till our match starts.
But anyway, that’s important for me, because I wanna take the win, but what’s more important is that this woman will be ok soon and that Despy becomes happy again. We still have two weeks till the show and I’m prepared pretty good, so there is enough time to visit her in hospital and to find a way to comfort Despy.”

Even though Amanda is well known for her really mean trash talking, she also can be nice and for her friends she does everything. So she takes her phone and begins to call the hospital. After a few calls she knows the hospital and the room where Theresa is and hangs up.

“It’s not too far away from here, so I’ll book us a flight and in a few hours we can be there. I’m sure that this visit will comfort Despy a bit and it’s so much more useful than this troubling with this idiot Misty on Twitter.
You won’t believe it, earlier I posted that I have a match against her and that me and Despy will win this tournament and seconds later I had an answer form her and jerk Watts. These two are really so annoying. They offended me and then they said that I started this trouble. It really goes on my nerves and it’s time to shut them up forever.
Imagine, this retarded bitch and her friend even said that I make jokes about people with handicap. Damn, that really sucks, I would never do that and I also make no jokes about her. I just tell the truth. She doesn’t know who she is and she forgets everything, everybody knows this and it’s no rumor, it’s a fact. So it’s also a fact to say that she is mentally handicapped. That’s not my fault and she can’t blame me for this. It’s the truth and she should live with this fact. Haha, the same fact as the one that we will win this tournament.”

But then Amanda has enough of all this talking about her opponents. In some way these people aren’t so important for the arrogant and cocky young woman. She knows that she will take the win against them and so it’s a waste of time to think more about them.
She stands up from the deck chair and together with Rose she goes back into her trailer. There she gets dressed and a few minutes later she is ready. In the meantime Rose had packed their stuff and then they call Casey and Jacobi and tell them that they will visit the hospital first. Later they will take the flight to Copenhagen, where they all will meet again. Then she takes her bags and together with her wife Rose she leaves the house. The cab is already waiting for them and then they drive off to the airport.

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« Reply #3 on: March 06, 2015, 07:15:04 PM »
 
MY FORGOTTEN LIFE: THE FINAL PART


Scene 1:
Sunday February 22nd
Stockholm, Sweden
What You Didn’t See…
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There was never a doubt in my mind.  Nope!  Not a single one!  From day one…From the first time I met Andrew Watts; well, met him for the second time, I knew this tournament was ours.  I figured it wouldn’t be smooth sailing, and I was right about that, but…We made it to the finals!!

Just a little while ago we defeated Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane to earn our spot in the finals at Blaze of Glory IV, and I’m more excited than ever.  I’m one match away…one win away…from grasping my shot at the World Bombshell Championship, and Andrew his much deserved and well overdue shot at the World Heavyweight title.  We’ve both gone our separate ways following our match, and I’m headed to find O’Malley, as Dixie had finally had enough of the traveling and finally flew back home.  It’s a relief if you ask me, because her misery was starting to annoy me.

Several people congratulate me as I’m skipping my way down the halls backstage, searching for the locker room where I left O’Malley.  I can’t tell you who these people are, because I honestly don’t know if I even know them, but I thank them regardless.  Once I make it to the locker room, I reach for the doorknob to walk inside, but I notice the door is slightly ajar and I hear O’Malley’s voice inside.  I lean my head in closer to see if I can tell who he is talking to.

“Yer crazier than I thought ye were, woman!” I can hear him shout, but no voice comes in response so I figure he must be on the phone. “I knew ye hated her but I never thought ye were capable of something like that.  Why couldn’t ye just leave her alone?”

I wonder who he is talking to as well as who the conversation is about, and I lean in as close as I can.  I stay as quiet as possible, hoping to get as much information as I can.  

“I don’t get why ye even felt the need to go after her in the first place!  The two of ye haven’t been in contact in how long?” Another pause follows as the person on the other end of the conversation responds.  I hear O’Malley let out a clearly uncomfortable laugh. “So why not just leave it be then?  She moved on with her life, ye can move on with yer’s..”

My eyes narrow curiously and I wonder if he could be talking about me.  Could he be talking to Dixie?  The whole conversation is very weird to me, and I consider stepping away for a few minutes, but I am too nosey for my own good.  Someone walks past the room, staring at me and just as they are about to question me on what I am doing, I bring my finger to my lips, shushing them.  They shrug and walk away, leaving me to eavesdropping.

“Ye would have been real proud of yerself if ye had done more damage than ye really did, wouldn’t ye?  Ye weren’t expecting her to continue wrestling were ye?” My suspicions are pretty much confirmed at that point.  O’Malley doesn’t even need to speak my name for me to know and now there is no chance I will walk away without finding out who he is talking to.

“She’s a lot stronger than ye give her credit for, that much is clear.  She might have lost her memory, but it should be obvious to ye that nothing her wrestling career isn’t over until she says it is.  If ye even think of going after her—“ He pauses, having been interrupted by the other person.  My jaw has dropped open at this point.

“He…he knows who attacked me.” I whisper to myself, hoping he doesn’t hear me inside the room.  Thankfully he doesn’t as he continues speaking a moment later.

“Ye had no reason to go after her, or me, the first time but ye did anyway!  If he try it again ye won’t have the same outcome.  I promise ye that much.”

I can’t let the conversation continue any further.  I burst through the door, glaring right at O’Malley.  He spins around quickly, eyes wide, knowing he’s been caught.  He quickly hangs up on the other person, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“If who tries what again, O’Malley?” I ask and fold my arms across my chest, waiting for him to answer.

He runs his hand through his hair, clearly trying to come up with a lie. “That…that was nothing, love.  Ye don’t need to concern yourself with it.”

I laugh and shake my head, taking a few steps towards him. “I might have amnesia, O’Malley, but that doesn’t make me stupid.”

“How much of that conversation did ye hear?” He knows he’s been caught, yet he still refuses to fess up.

“Enough to know you’ve been lying to me.  Who the hell were you talking to and what do you know about the attack?” I fold my arms across my chest once again, narrowing my eyes at him.  I can feel the look on my face growing angrier by the second, and I gather O’Malley does too as he looks further guilty.

He takes in a deep breath before finally speaking. “Misty, I really wish I could explain everything to ye, love, but I just…can’t.  I’m more worried about ye getting yer memory back first and then maybe ye’ll understand…”

I snarl at him and throw my hands up in the air. “You stupid, manipulative Irishman!” My outburst takes him by surprise and he quickly takes a step back, almost for his own safety.  I’m very close to attacking him at this point. “Do you realize that I might never get my memory back?  Why can’t you just tell me the damn truth instead of waiting for something that might never happen?!  You OWE me the truth!” I step closer to him and he backs up against the wall.  I feel my fists clenching at my sides, waiting for another reason to haul off and punch him.  As if I don’t already have reason enough.

“Please, love, calm—“ He holds his hands up defensively, but I don’t give him a chance to finish that sentence.

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down, O’Malley!  I want the truth damn it!” As my voice gets louder and echoes through the room, my whole body is now shaking and almost convulsing from my fury.  The next step will be steam pouring from my ears.

“It…it’s hard to explain, love.  I’m just…trying to protect you right now!” The tone of his voice says he’s telling the truth, and honestly feels he’s doing the right thing, but I don’t care.  I haul off at punch him hard in the arm.

“Don’t you EVER call me love again!” I scream and punch him again and again.  I aim for his face, but he holds his hands up, blocking every punch. “I don’t need you to protect me!  I don’t need you to lie to me!  I need the damn truth!!!”

My onslaught on O’Malley would continue for some time if I weren’t interrupted by a very shocked co-owner walking through the door. “What on EARTH is going on in here?!”

I’m startled out of my furious rage and I spin around.  The man I have been told is named Christian Underwood is standing in the doorway, shocked and appalled at what he was just witnessing.  I can see a few people standing in the hallway just behind him, trying to get a view of what is happening, and I glance to him, embarrassed.  O’Malley takes a few steps away from me, looking absolutely heartbroken.

“I…I’m…” I can’t even find the right words to say as I try to answer Christian.  He takes a step towards me and glances towards O’Malley.

“Perhaps you could explain what I just witnessed?” He asks him now folding his own arms across his chest. “I could hear you on the other side of the building.”

O’Malley brushes himself off, regaining his composure as he looks to Christian. “Sorry about that, Mr. Underwood.  Everything is…fine.”

Christian lets out a sarcastic laugh and shakes his head. “If you think I am stupid, Mr. O’Malley, you are sorely mistaken.  Had I not walked in when I did, I gather that Misty would have kicked your ass all over this room.”

O’Malley scratches the back of his head.  I stumble my way over to a nearby chair and sink down, running my hands through my hair.  Christian focuses all of his attention on me.

“Misty, are you alright?” I can hear the concern in his voice as I stare at the floor.  As angry as I was..am…with O’Malley, I’m shocked by my behavior.

I take a deep breath and look up at him, trying to get my nerves to relax. “I…I don’t know.  I mean…I’ll be fine.  I just…need some time.”

“You’ll have to forgive me if that was not very reassuring.” He replies.  

I take in another deep breath, mustering up as reassuring a smile as I can. “I’m fine.  Really.  I just...let things overwhelm me.  You don’t need to worry about me.”

Christian nods once, and I sense he doesn’t fully believe me as he glances to O’Malley.  O’Malley looks away, remaining absolutely silent. “If you say so.  If anything like that happens again, don’t expect to get away with a slap on the wrist.  You might have amnesia right now, but I’m sure people have reminded you of the rules around here.”

I nod apologetically.  Christian looks back and forth between O’Malley and me one last time before he turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.  I turn my head to look at O’Malley, who is now looking at me, his expression very remorseful.

“I…I know yer angry with me, love.” He immediately goes quiet as I shake my head and look away.

“Angry?” I say with a bit of a laugh. “Angry is only a fraction of what I feel towards you right now, O’Malley.  You said I could trust you.  You keep saying you’re trying to protect me, yet you’re holding back the biggest piece of information I need right now.” I stand up and take a step towards him.  He nods, knowing I’m right, but his next move confused me a bit.

He walks over to his duffel bag, reaching in and removing something.  When he turns around, I see a white envelope in his hands and he walks towards me. “Yer right, love.  Yer completely right, but just hear me out, okay?”

He holds the envelope out towards me. “What is this?” I ask.

“When ye woke up in the hospital last month after ye were attacked, I left this letter for ye.  Ye didn’t get it, because Dixie hid it, but she gave it back to me recently, and I’ve been waiting to give it back to ye.” I slowly take the envelope from him. “There is also something that belongs to ye in there.”

I feel the envelope in my hands, noting the weight and something that seems to be in one of the corners.  I can’t get myself to open it though.

“I don’t expect ye to open it right now, and hell I wouldn’t blame ye if ye didn’t open it at all but…I hope ye do.  I’m gonna back to Ireland for a bit and give ye some space for as long as ye need it.” He leans in closer to me and gives me a gentle and loving kiss on my forehead.  

I stand frozen where I stand and he walks back over to his duffle bag, gathering his things.  After a few minutes, he zips up his bag and heads for the door.  I still have my back turned to him as he stops before he walks out.  I don’t notice him looking towards me with a pained and heartbroken expression on his face.  As I remain silent, still clutching the letter in my hands, he turns and walks out, quietly closing the door behind him.

I look down at the envelope and take in a deep breath.  Heading back over to the chair, I slowly open the envelope and pull out the piece of paper as I take a seat.  Just as I do this, I a clinking sound as whatever was in the envelope with the letter hits the floor.  I spot the small ring at my feet, staring at it curiously and I reach down to pick it up.  I bring it up to get a better view and when I do, I drop the letter in my hands.  The letter falls to the floor and my head shoots up, looking towards the door.

“O’Malley!  Wait!” I rush out of the room, hoping to catch him before he leaves, not realizing it’s already too late.


Scene 2
Tuesday February 24th
Las Vegas, Nevada
Can You Keep A Secret?
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Blaze of Glory IV is two weeks away, and for this reason, I decided to fly back to Las Vegas for the week and take care of a few things.  I called Dixie before my flight took off, because I’d need a ride once my flight lands in Vegas.  She was groggy due to the time difference, but relieved to hear I would be coming home for a while.

I’ve just gotten my bags from the luggage carousel and I’m heading for the exit.  After the last couple of days I’ve had, I’m eager to just relax a bit before I have to focus on Blaze of Glory IV and the finals of the Blast From the Past tournament.  Andrew and I will be facing off against Despayre and Amanda Cortez.  That match in itself is already shaping up to be a match for the record books, but I plan to focus on that later.  Right now, there is something more important I need to take care of.

Dixie is parked out front, waiting for me when I step through the doors.  She smiles widely as I walk up to her.

“Hey!  How was your flight?” She says as she takes it upon herself to my bags from my grasp.  I choose not to argue with her, given the tension that has been between us over the last month.

“Too long.” I say as I walk up to the passenger side door.  I’d love nothing more than to drive myself, but I know I can’t. “I’m so ready to relax for a bit before I have to leave for Blaze of Glory.”

Dixie puts my luggage in the back of the car, closing the hatchback.  She walks around to the driver’s side, and stares at me from over the top of the car. “I can tell you need it, sis.  You’ve been through so much this last month, you really need a break.”

I roll my eyes and we both get into the car.  “It’s nothing I can’t handle.  I’ve dealt with worse.” Dixie raises an eyebrow and she looks at me curiously as I realize what I just said. “I mean, I’ve been told I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Right.” She says as she starts the engine. “So I bet you’re looking forward to just relaxing in your own bed for a bit, huh?”

She puts the car in drive and heads off away from the airport.  I sigh and shake my head before answering her question. “Actually, before you take me back to my place, I was wondering if you could take me somewhere else first?”

She glances to me quickly with a curious expression on her face. “What?  Where do you want me to take you?”

“Is there any way you could take me…to see Eden?” It has been weeks since I last saw my daughter, and things didn’t go very well that time.  I couldn’t remember her.  I couldn’t remember even being a mother and I hurt her.  All be it unintentionally, but I was the reason she cried and it was difficult to see.

Dixie smiles and keeps driving. “Really?  Misty, you don’t have to see her if you’re not ready.  I’m sorry if I’ve tried to pressure you to handle things in ways that you don’t want to.”

I shake my head. “It’s fine, Dixie.  Really.  I just…I think I need to see her.  I know she must be missing me terribly, and I never got a chance to apologize to her.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Misty.  They’ve explained the situation to her.  Eden is a smart little girl.  She understands.” Dixie keeps her eyes on the road, and I stare out the window watching as a few cars fly by.  Dixie is in no way driving slow, but the traffic around her is driving all together fast.  

“I..I know, Dixie.  I just…I think it will help us both if I go see her.” I turn and glance over to Dixie.  She’s just exiting off the highway, and I see her smile as she turns to glance to me quickly.

“If…if that is what you want.” She agrees, coming to a stop at a stop sign. “I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you.”

So will I, I think to myself.  My eagerness grows as she turns on to the next road that will lead us to the home of my ex-fiancee; Eden’s father.  I am only thinking about Eden right now, wondering what I will say to her, but I will figure that out when I get there I am sure.  About five minutes later, Dixie pulls up in front of the familiar house.  Two cars are in the driveway, and I notice the curtain to the front window move.  I step out of the car, making my way up to the front door and greet Spike as he steps out on to the front porch.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” He says as I walk up to him with a friendly smile. “Why didn’t one of you call before you got here?  I didn’t think we’d be seeing you for a while.”

Dixie walks up behind me, but she doesn’t say a word.  For the first time in a while, she lets me do the talking for myself. “I wanted it to be a surprise.  I just got back from Sweden and I don’t have to leave for about a week so I thought I’d come see Eden.  If…if that’s okay?”

Spike’s wife, Vixen, walks up behind him.  My eyes widen as they dart to her growing belly. “Oh my!  You look ready to pop!”

Vixen smiles and lets out a laugh. “Soon, but not soon enough unfortunately.  How are you doing?”

I shrug my shoulders, offer either of them little comfort. “I’ve been better I’m sure.  Obviously.  So.  Where is Eden?”

Spike spins around, half expecting to see Eden standing behind them, but he points inside. “Well she’s not out here, so she must still be in her room working on her homework.  Want me to go get her?”

I shake my head. “I’d like to surprise her if that’s okay.  I can manage finding her room.”

“Fine by me.  Go right ahead.” He and Vixen step aside and I smile at him thankfully.  I slowly walk into his home; the home I shared with him at one point, and look around for any sign of Eden.  I make my way down the halls until I find the decorated door that is a dead give-a-way to being her room and I quietly knock on the door.

“I’m doing my homework!” I can’t help but chuckle at the sound of her little voice coming from inside the room.  I knock again, hoping she’ll open the door to see me standing there, but I’m left disappointed and ultimately, have to enter the room myself.

“It’s great to know you’re being a good girl and getting your homework done.” I say as I push the door open and stand in the doorway.  As soon as she hears my voice, her head darts up and she stares at me, shocked and excited to see me.  

“Mommy!” She drops her pencil, jumps to her feet and runs up to me.  She wraps her arms around me in a warm embrace as I look down at her with a smile. “I…I’m sorry I cried last time I saw you.  Daddy told me you got hurt and your memories ran away.”

I kneel down to her eye level and rub her shoulders, comforting her. “You don’t need to apologize, sweetie.  It’s been difficult for all of us to handle.  I’m just sorry that of all my memories to run away, my memory of you had to go also.”

“It’s okay, Mommy.  I just hope that your memory comes back soon.  I miss you.” Her voice breaks my heart and she turns around to head back to her little desk.  

I stand up and take in a deep breath as Eden gets back to doing her homework.  I look around her room at all of her things and I smile.  Normally one would expect a six year old’s room to be messy and cluttered.  Not Eden’s, though.  Everything has its place and is neatly put away.  My eyes then dart over to the night stand next to her bed.  More particularly, to a framed photo.  

“Where did you get this?” I walk over to the nightstand and reach down to grab the picture.  It is picture of me…the old me…holding baby Eden in my arms.  I hold it up and look at her.

“Daddy gave it to me a couple weeks ago.  I was sad because you couldn’t remember me, so he gave it to me.  He told me you would remember soon.”

I turn away from her for a moment, closing my now watery eyes.  I run my hand over the picture and let a smile appear on my face before I return the picture to its place on her nightstand. “Your Daddy is right, sweetie.” I turn around and look at her, but she has quietly gotten back to working on her homework. “I’d be crazy not to remember such a wonderful little girl like you.”

Eden doesn’t respond.  She shrugs her shoulders as she works on her homework, and I can tell by the look on her face that she is trying not to look disappointed, if only for my sake.  I walk over to her, and kneel down to her level once again. “Eden, sweetie.  If I tell you something, do you think you can keep a secret for a little while?”

Eden drops her pencil, looking up at me with curious excitement.  She smiles widely, and just seeing that smile is enough to know that I am making the right decision in telling her what I am about to tell her.  I lean in, cupping my hand around her ear to whisper the words to her, and as soon as I tell her my secret, her eyes light up and she throws her arms around me once again.


“The time has finally come.  The finals for the third Blast From the Past tournament are finally here, and there was never a doubt in my mind that Andrew Watts and I could be a part of this match.  There might have been a bit of a rough spot a couple of weeks back when I let all of the hardships I’m facing overwhelm me and I thought about walking away, but Andrew did his part as my partner and he talked me out of it.  He made me realize that, even though I was struggling  with my memory loss, we were a strong team and could…no WOULD, make it to the finals as long as I stuck it out and got rid of all of the negativity that was consuming me.”

“And he was right.”

“The countless hours I spent training with Melody, Roxi and even Andrew wasn’t easy.  It was probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.  Having to learn how to wrestle in such a short amount of time isn’t easy, and it’s dangerous.  Very dangerous.  Most people spend years trying to accomplish what I was doing, but it was a risk I had to take.  I signed up for this tournament before I lost my memory, and nothing was going to keep me from going back on that obligation.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure everyone would have understood.  But…if I hadn’t made the decision to stick it out and still compete in this tournament, I think I would have regretted it in the long run.  Wrestling has been a part of my life for so long, I was hoping it would help bring my memory back.”

“Unfortunately, I was wrong in thinking that, but I think I did pretty well for myself regardless.  I battled through the exhaustion…the fear…the opponents…and look where I’m at today?  Set to head into the finals of the tournament, ready to win a shot at the World Bombshell Title and get Andrew his shot at the World Heavyweight Title.”

“Let me make one thing clear, though.  To me, this isn’t about the Bombshell Title.  For the past month and a half, it never has been.  Sure, it’s an added bonus, but it has been about proving that no matter what happens to me…no matter what people throw at me…I can make it through.”

“And I have.”

“And not only that, but it’s been about never letting my partner down.  There was just as much at stake in this thing for Andrew as there was for me, and I’m not one to disappoint.  Andrew has earned this just as much as anyone else.”

“It still amazes me that, even looking back at Andrew’s short time in SCW that they still think he’s nothing…or nothing to be afraid of.  Eight matches.  Eight wins.  Not a single loss on his record thus far, and some people still consider him nothing?  What the hell are you people thinking?”

“Andrew may come across as arrogant or cocky, and not a lot of people like him for that, but let me tell you something, at least he backs up every single thing he says.  Like him or not, he’s a damn good wrestler and he deserves a shot at the top title.  He deserves it a lot more than most others.”

“But what about Despayre you might ask?  He’s been with SCW since the very beginning and never once had a shot at the Heavyweight title.  Is Andrew more deserving than him?”

“That I can’t say.  What I will say, however, is that both of the men in this finals match deserve a shot at that title.  Both will work their asses off to get it.  I can’t say a bad thing about Despayre at all.  He even tried to help me in his own way to get my memory back, and I can’t thank him enough for that.”

“I just feel really, really terrible for him that he was stuck with a partner like Amanda Cortez.  The tickle freak from hell...or whatever planet she was sent from because if there is one thing I know, it’s that you, Amanda, are not from planet Earth.”

“I have an admission to make, Amanda.  It might come as no surprise to you, or to others, but I’ve recently gotten to the point where I just don’t listen to you.  I don’t read your tweets or the things you say, because I literally can’t dumb myself down to your level.  I can’t make myself look as stupid and brainless as you and the rest of your Mean Girls friends, so I just stopped.”

“Yet you, sweetie, continue to pop back up every once and a while with your tweets that no doubt you think will scare or intimidate me.  Do you really think, after all this time, that that is going to work?  I mean…I’ve already beaten you before.  More than once from what I understand, so what makes you think this time will be any different?”

“Oh…that’s right.  You expect Despayre to carry your filthy ass through this tournament and get wins that you never could on your own.  You can’t deny it, I’m sure.”

“For weeks I’ve watched and listened to you ramble on and on.  I shook my head at the complete nonsense you speak, and I’ve gotten several laughs out of it.  The only insults you seem to throw at me, expecting me to cry about, is calling me ‘ugly, fat Misty.’  Sorry, sweetie, I’m not in kindergarten anymore.  Then again, I’m sure a kindergartner could come up with better insults”

“How the hell are you even a Mean Girl, Amanda?  What on Earth were they thinking in choosing you to ‘sit with them’?  I’m really trying to understand, because you’re just the oddball of this group.  Even odder than Veronica Taylor, and that is quite an accomplishment if you ask me.”

“You’re not scary, Amanda.  No matter what you might think, you never will be.  People will NEVER take seriously someone who can be defeated by damn feather.  Sorry to break it to you, sweetie, it’s just the way I see it.”

“I could go the easy route in this match, though.  If I really wanted to, I could bring along a feather and just tickle you into submission, but then I realized how pathetic that would be…how easy it would be, and I’m not one for easy wins.  I’m here to wrestle.  I’m here to kick your ass, and that is exactly what I plan on doing.”

“So go ahead and continue to try and scare me, Amanda.  Keep trying to get to me with your childish insults, because I promise you…I PROMISE YOU…you’re failing miserably.  You’re just making yourself look worse, but please…don’t let me stop you.  I’d actually like a few more laughs before Sunday.”

“Sunday March 8th is MY night, Amanda.  It’s the night of Andrew Watts and Misty.  All of our hard work and dedication will finally pay off when we step into the ring and we walk out with our hands held high in victory.”

“And you, Amanda.  You’ll just go back to being partners with Veronica Taylor.  How simply awful.”

“And Despayre, I know you’re watching.  I really am truly sorry for the disappointment you will feel after Sunday.  It’s just unfortunate that you got stuck with Amanda as a partner, because knowing her…I’ll pin her ass to the canvas, one two three…and she’ll probably blame you.”

“Never make friends with the Mean Girls, Despayre.  They’ll turn on your at the drop of a dime, but I know you’ll find that out this Sunday.”

“Andrew Watts and Misty…Your Blast From the Past 2015 winners.”

“That’s all there is to it.”
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New Orleans, Louisiana
2005

The doorbell of the home rang with a definitive chime of bells. It was a home most different from the one we have come to know in Las Vegas in current times, one of which has been comparable to a small mansion. Those home was smaller, modest in size but no less so in Victorian charm. It might be thought of enough for a small family, yet only one person lived here and called it home, a man we have come to know within the hierarchy of Sin City Wrestling circles.

However this current scene was set far before SCW was ever even a thought, when both Christian Underwood and "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward were active competitors in a global-wide phenom called Generation-X Wrestling -- as was the man approaching the front door to the house, Synn himself.

He grasped the handle on the front door and with a deft turn of the wrist, pulled it open and there before him on the opposite side of the threshold stood...


"Yes?" Synn asked with an arched brow, much harder edged than we are now used to seeing him when he was at his full and most controversial glory. The diminutive Hispanic woman stood on the porch, looking up at him with surprised eyes. She had not expected a client of such physical... stature. Quite tall and muscular, and his youth was rather surprising for such a nice home.

"I'm Theresa Aguilera." She said to him in heavily accented English. "The agency sent me?"

"Of course. Come in." He stepped aside and with just a trace of hesitance, Theresa stepped past him and into his home.

"Mrs. Aguilera...." Synn had started to address her as she had a seat in an Old English chair opposite him in the living room, while he himself sat on a seat made sturdier for his own large frame.

However she showed immediately her head strong personality with a soft spoken interruption,
"Please, call me Theresa. We are talking about me scrubbing your toilets and washing your unmentionables."

Synn simply stared at her with those burning green eyes of his, and had he not had full control on the displaying of his own emotions, he might have gifted her with the faintest trace of a smile -- might.

He said,
"Fine. Theresa. There are reasons why I imagine you drew the short stick at your agency. I consider this something of a 'cushy' job. I tour extensively as a professional wrestler and manager, and sometimes I am not at home for weeks at a time. Yet I would prefer someone to actually be here, caring for what is mine and keeping it ready for whenever I am to return. However when I am home, I don't consider myself the easiest man to work for. I can be rude, moody, outspoken...."

Synn turned the switch on, flooding the small bedroom with light, illuminating it and the furnishings within. he stepped inside and waited patiently for Theresa to join him.

"Your agency informed me that you have only recently arrived here in the States." He stated matter-of-factly before turning to her. "I am sorry for your loss." Before she could thank him for what she perceived as heartfelt sympathy, he went on. "Your agency also informed me that you were living in a hotel, and I am sorry but that just will not do. So, this room is to be your own."

"My...?"

"Your own." He reasserted. "I feel things would be more reliable were you to care for my home while actually staying within it as a live-in housekeeper."

"But..."

"Problem?"

Theresa said, "Yes, I mean ... no. But the lady at the agency said they do not employ live-in housekeepers."

"Then to hell with your agency." Synn stated bluntly and without remorse. "The job is yours if you want it. Chances are I'll pay better directly than you'll get through them with their dues and fees and what have you."

Synn nodded knowingly, then turned to exit the bedroom, saying behind him, "Plus I won't cheat you with pay the way I imagine they do."

"I thought I was going to scare her off like I had all the others, but damned if she didn't stay on and rise to the challenge."

2011

Synn sat across from the kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot coffee cupped between his hands. On the other side of the table in the New Orleans home that had been her home and place of employment for the past six years, Theresa waited with a cup of tea in her own hand, for whatever reason it was that Synn had asked for this meeting.

"The reasons are not important for now, but I want you to know that I have purchased a house in Las Vegas." Synn calmly explained. "A new promotion has opened that I intend to move the two young men I have been guiding there, and I would rather remain in one place rather than the constant touring that I've been doing for the past number of years."

"Is this about the boy you've been caring for?" She asked. "The one you haven't brought here?"

"It is." Synn addressed her calmly. "He's been moved around enough since I brought him from Canada, and I think in order to help him, it best if I provide him with a stable home. One that is near what I hope to be a steady place of employment for him to compete in with his friend."

"I see." Theresa stated humbly, her eyes downcast into the mug in front of her, and her heart cast down into the pit of her stomach. For some reason, she had felt this meeting would bear the fruit of bad news, and here it was. After six years of steady employment, she was to be...

"And I want for you to make the move with me." Synn said from out of nowhere, startling her from her thoughts. She looked up, eyes wide in realization.

She said,
"Y-you do?"

"I do." He reiterated. "You have been hard working and loyal these past years Theresa, and I would rather not go through all the trouble of breaking in someone new in regards to all my bad habits."

This time, he did smile, showing a softer, more tender side beneath the harsh exterior that too many have come to expect. he tilted his head to the side in contemplation and said, "What say you, Mrs. Aguilera? Would you be willing to run off to Las Vegas with me?"

She could only smile as she fought back a wave of tearful relief that this man wanted her to remain in his employment, safe and secure. She smiled for herself a smile of pearly white giddiness, and nodded.

"Yes. I would be happy to." She stressed and he nodded.

He said,
"Good. Now, as far as the young man that will be living there as well, there are some things you ought to know..."

"And that was it. I could not allow her to return to the mediocrity of lower level employment. Not after she had gotten used to a certain standard of living while under my roof. Say what you will about me, but I rather pride myself on taking care of my own, be they wrestler or otherwise. The hardest part I think was getting her to understand fully about Joshua, and what was expected of her, and boundaries that were not to be crossed. Given the evidence over the past three years, I could not have chosen better."




Desert Springs Medical Center

"I'm looking for a Mister ... Synn. The doctor had said, and one would have thought lightning had struck inside of the room as practically everyone present had hurriedly stood up and approached the doctor with concern etched on their faces. All save for Despayre and Gabriel, who had maneuvered themselves closer toward the door that led to the ICU. Even Shipman, who returned from getting food for everyone with Margaret and Victoria, joined them.

They watched and waited as the doctor addressed Synn himself, but his words were for everyone.


"... a very mild heart attack." The doctor told Synn. "It could have been worse. Much worse, but Mrs. Aguilera is in very good shape for her age, and as I understand it, this young man..." He indicated Phillip, Rage's brother. "... also should be given due credit for preventing it from worsening."

"Phil?" Fantasia said, looking to the young man, and Rage patted his younger brother on the shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze.

Rage said,
"He gave Theresa CPR while I was on the phone with the paramedics."

Synn made a mental note of this, determined now to repay Philip by any means necessary, but the doctor's continued words drew him temporarily away from this train of thought.

The doctor stated,
"That, above all else, saved Mrs. Aguilera from suffering far worse."

"Can we see her?" Shane asked, but the doctor shook his head.

"Under normal circumstances, I would have to say no. At least, not until she is moved out of ICU but we are going to keep her for observation for a few days."

"I have power of attorney." Synn stated, drawing some stares from those around him, as if in surprise. Truth be told, they did not know this little piece of information concerning Theresa and her friend and employer. Synn continued, "Considering her sons are over five thousand miles away..."

The doctor nodded, "As I wanted to say, under normal circumstances I would have to say no, but as we are still trying to get in touch with her sons, and she is asking for you, I believe I can allow a brief visit. But only two for now."

"We understand." Margaret Young said, then turned to address her son. "Joshua? Would you like to...? Joshua?"

All present turned their heads to glance about the hospital waiting room to find that Despayre was now gone, as was his teddy bear Angel -- and Gabriel himself.

Synn softly exhaled.
"Damn it."

"Is there a problem?" The doctor asked, clearly not understanding but Synn answered by shaking his head.

"No problems. But if you would be so kind as to show us to Mrs. Aguilera's room, I'm certain we'll find my missing son and his friends."

"Oh no, that's quite impossible." The doctor stated. "You obviously aren't familiar with our rules."

Synn glanced up toward the doctor. "And you are obviously not familiar with my son."

"Or his 'big brother'." Fantasia stated.




In the hall of the Intensive Care Unit, the tandem of Despayre and Gabriel (and Angel, always remember the teddy bear!), slowly move down the hall, trying to pretend that they belong there as opposed to the fact that they actually had snuck inside while the doctor was distracted. Despayre was unaware but Gabriel knew enough that there were strict rules in hospitals in regards to visitors to the patients in ICU. Most often it was family ONLY, but this time Gabriel was not going to pay attention to the rules of another laid out before him.

This ONE time?

Gabriel carefully led Despayre past several open doors, glancing at the name card below the room number, all the while by passing several nurses and nurses aides who were too busy themselves to take note of these two who did not belong here. Truth be told, for all they knew, Gabriel and Despayre were the family of some patient and had every right to be there -- and they would be right. They were family, as far as they were concerned.

Theresa's family.

Despayre kept his eyes open and straight ahead, but deep inside he was reminding himself that this place was not the 'bad hospital' from years past. Despayre hated hospitals, and only set foot inside of them under the strictest of circumstances. The risks were high of him having terrible flashbacks and God only knows what would happen if that were to occur, and how it would be subdued. The fact he had Angel snuggled up against his chest gave him hope and security, as a teddy bear was prone to do for a child of any age.

Despayre almost went on walking when Gabriel stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.


"Despy." Despayre turned around and Gabriel nodded at the open door they stood before. he had found it. Theresa's name was on the card at the left of the door, and from where they were standing, they could see the end of the hospital bed that she resided in.

Despayre stared hard into the room and Gabriel took note that his 'little brother's' arms wove themselves even tighter around his plush friend. He could not help but ask,
"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Not surprisingly, Despayre nodded without pause. He whispered, "I want to see her. make sure she's alright."

"Okay." Gabriel patted him on the back and gently guided him into the room, careful not to make any undue noise to startle the patient or attract the attention of a nurse outside.

Despayre whispered,
"We should have brought a present. People in hospitals are supposed to get presents."

As if expecting such a statement, Gabriel held up a fairly large whisker basket adorned in ribbons and filled with an assortment of flowers and candy, and a bite-sized teddy bear nestled in the center. Despayre's eyes sparkled in delight at this and he looked to Gabriel.

"Where did you get that?"

To which, Gabriel answered simply, "Old woman was delivering these to patients. Got it off her cart."

Despayre nodded, a smile now spread on his youthful face, clearly having no qualms at Gabriel lifting a present from another so long as it went to their Theresa. the two slowly walked around the curtain that was drawn around the bed and their hearts caught in their chests, looking down at the form of their friend laying in the hospital bed, the wires attached from her body to the monitors stationed at her bedside.

"She doesn't look so good." Despayre whispered, his words almost caught in a choked display of emotion. He clearly did not know what to expect, and perhaps was not ready to see 'his' Theresa like this.

"She'll be okay, Despy." Gabriel said. "You heard the doctor. It was very mild, but it still took a lot out of her."

Despayre stepped up to her bedside, his fingers clasped around the metal handles of the bed, while setting Angel at her side so, at least in his mind, the teddy bear could examine her himself and conform what that other doctor had diagnosed.

Gabriel set the basket down on her bedside and with his fingers, gently brushed a lock of her thick, black hair from her eyes to her temple. The touch of his hand startled her from her rest and she jolted awake, but at the very first glance at who was there at her bedside, a smile grew on her weary lips and she allowed her eyes to drift closed again. Too tired from the physical strain of her ordeal to do much else, save for a soft mumble.


"Thank you for coming chicos."

"Anytime." Gabriel replied, just as gently, unsure if she heard him but the fact he had said it was enough. Then the sound of someone clearing their throat softly caused the two 'guests' in the room to turn their heads to find Synn standing in the door frame, alongside the doctor who appeared quite surprised that someone had managed to sneak past him and into the ICU.

Synn said nothing, but with a tilt of his head, Gabriel slipped around from the side of the bed he was standing on and walked past Despayre whose eyes remained fixated on Theresa under the covers.


"How is she?" Synn asked as the magician approached him and the doctor.

"Tired." Gabriel answered, casting a quick glance back at the patient. "She woke up for a second, saw us, then went back to sleep."

"She was waiting for you, I believe." The doctor admitted, and Synn looked at Gabriel to say,

"It's late. Do me a favor and take Joshua home, or to stay with his mother."

"What about you?" Gabriel frowned.

"I'm staying." Synn answered simply, and Gabriel would have expected nothing less. "I'll be home in the morning, but I have to do this. Just for the night."

"I understand." Gabriel said. He turned back and the three walked into the room and Synn wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder.

"Gabriel's going to take you to your mother's to stay the night." Synn said gently. Despayre's head turned to face his father, but before he could utter the childlike protest he knew was coming, out of a desire to stay where he was, Synn continued, "Just for tonight. You need your sleep, and Theresa needs her rest. She'll be safe. I'll stay the night to watch over her."

It was clear to each one in the room that Despayre did not like this. In fact, he was altogether quite uncomfortable at the prospect of leaving Theresa's side, but he knew deep down that if anyone would care for Theresa the best, it would be his dad. ... With a little help, of course.

"Joshua?" Synn started to say as Despayre lifted up the corner of the blanket covering Theresa, and tucked Angel under the fold. This action was a clear testament of just how much this woman meant to the young man, despite any mental misgivings he might wield.

Despayre turned around and addressed his dad, a tar streaming down his cheek as his voice choked,
"Angel wants to help watch over her."

"Then she'll be just fine." Synn said as he steered Despayre over to the waiting arm of Gabriel to guide the young man out of the room and back to his waiting mother and grandmother. Gabriel paused just long enough to spot Synn fixing the blankets over Theresa's sleeping body, then taking a seat in the lone chair beside her bed.




"To quote a villain in one of Despayre's favorite movies: 'Everything comes to he who waits, and I have waited so very long for this moment.'"

"truer words could not have been spoken since the first moment that your feet stepped into the territory of the Seven Deadly Sins, Andrew Watts. You waltzed in here like you owned the place, and to a slim degree, I could almost come to respect that arrogant trait in anyone -- until they find themselves opposite of one of my own. The that arrogance becomes something akin to a hindrance, Andrew. Not against the man you will find yourself up against this coming Sunday when one or the other gets tagged into the mixed tag team match, but a hindrance against you, yourself, and the thing that you hold most dear to your heart and soul; your precious unbeaten streak."

"You see, you have aspirations to get to the top of the class here in Sin City Wrestling, and you'd be a fool not to want that very thing. Everyone else has the same hopes and dreams, but it's the getting there, and how or if you can manage to do so that defines your place in the annals of wrestling history. You have been here for what? Four months? Perhaps five if we stretch things a bit? Your opposition in this encounter, Despayre, has been here in SCW since day one. Well over three years ago. If anyone has earned a place in SCW history, it's him. You? You'll go down in history as the man who arrogantly believed he could simply walk past Despayre without a care, and paid for it as a tragic result."

"Impressive as that win-loss record of yours is, you need to do a little bit of research Andrew. You might find others here in SCW who have had it so much better than you, with a spotlight shining far brighter on them. People like Delia Darling. Jade Manendez-Arcador. And the man who you will have the most unfortunate opportunity to test your so-called skills against, Despayre himself. If you allow his little antics and fun loving demeanor to make you believe he is anything BUT a capable and talented athlete inside of that six-sided ring, then you have already condemned yourself to ruin. Former three-time SCW World Tag Team Champion. Undefeated NWA World Tag Team Champion! And as far as his personal record, well I don't enjoy telling you this as it might actually make you come to understand that there is someone out there with a superior record compared to your own..."

"No, I tell a lie. I think I will enjoy telling you this, Andrew. Despayre started competing in this business almost five years ago. Five years of a full schedule in a well documented singles run, as well as the tag team forte' he had come to be known for. And do you know how many times in that span he himself has had his shoulders pinned to the mat? Once, Andrew. One time in near five years has Despayre been pinned, never submitted, and take a little guess as just who it was who bested him, and when. Give up? Gabriel. The current reigning World heavyweight Champion, and Despayre's best friend and former tag team partner, was the only man who ever beat him, and it was three years ago in the first-ever Blast From the Past tournament."

"So when you compare track records side by side, yours suddenly doesn't look as impressive as you once thought, does it? Tragic."

"With your ego and reputation as much up for grabs as the prizes to the winners of the entire tournament, I wouldn't blame you if you were to simply abandon your partner and leave her to the whims of chance. It would prevent you from suffering the brunt of your first SCW loss to a man that so many have over looked due to his innocence and the love of a teddy bear. Your own teammate in Alex Kaelin once made that critical error in judgment, and even though it wasn't he who was defeated, his team is no longer of any concern in this tournament. Despayre fought him, and fought well, and now, Andrew? It's your turn. Your turn to face a young man who has more heart and determination within his soul than half this roster combined! A man that has proven time and again that in order to be a success as a professional wrestler, you not only have to be able to dish it out but you had better be able to take it! Despayre is capable of both."

"You would be a fool amongst fools who have time and again looked at Despayre and thought him incapable of being a threat due to his childlike whims and lack of size. Make those same foolish assumptions, Watts, and your fate would have been preordained. Beneath those childish mannerisms, lies the heart of a beast. A beast that is both brave and bold, and one who will fight without mercy toward the one that seeks to bring him harm or defeat. You fight Despayre, and you have no way to prepare. Are you fighting the young man who is capable of the most unorthodox maneuvers seen in this sport, or the animal that would as soon bite your fingers off should you get too close. What to do, Andrew Watts. What to do? How can you prepare a strategy for a man that is capable of absolutely anything?"

Your friends within the Rejects won't be of any assistance either, should they decide for themselves to be your safety net. Despayre has as many friends waiting to back him up as you do. In fact, I dare say he has more. So don't press your luck any more than you already have, Andrew. Savor the sweet tang of all the victories that you've basked in thus far in your career, because the end result of stepping into the ring with Despayre will leave nothing more than the bitter taste of defeat."




The wait had been excruciating for those that called her family, but ten days that Theresa's doctor had ordered for observation had come to an end. As they had left the hospital the previous afternoon, the doctor had taken Synn aside and assured him that they could come tomorrow and she would be discharged into her care. The primary caution, however, was that for several weeks she would need to take it easy, complete bed rest and perhaps, if possible, consider retirement. Synn had his doubts whether that was something Theresa would even deign to consider, but first things first, they wanted to bring this special woman home.

She had been transferred out of ICU and into regular care on the third floor, and as the elevator doors slid open, Despayre was the first to charge out, a bright and eager smile on his face as they were going to have Theresa home again!


"Joshua!" Synn called, albeit not too loudly so as to cause a disturbance in the hospital, the effect was still the same as it drew his boy to a screeching halt and Despayre hopped around full circle as Synn and Gabriel stepped up along with him. Only then did Despayre turn around and hurry without running to Theresa's room.

The door itself was open, and as Despayre rushed inside, Synn paused to rap his knuckles on the frame of the door to alert they were there.


"Theresa?" Synn spoke up, but as they moved further into the room, they saw that the bed was empty, and she was not there.

"Where is she?" Despayre asked but no answer came forth from the two men with him.

Gabriel himself could only shrug as she said,
"She must be off having some tests done before she gets released."

A nurse waked past the door, a woman with iron gray hair and a stern countenance in her manner. Synn called out to her, "Excuse me?"

The nurse stepped back into the frame of the door and looked questioningly at the three men inside, but before she could ask them anything, it was Gabriel who spoke up.

He said,
"Excuse me, but we're here to pick up a patient. Did she get moved for some reason or ...?"

"Theresa Aguilera?" The nurse frowned, and all three men nodded. The nurse sighed, and looked at the clip board in her hands, before she spoke again, "I am sorry for having to tell you this, but Mrs. Aguilera went into cardiac arrest this morning. She's being prepped for surgery."

Regrettably, she then turned away and moved on to further her rounds, leaving three very shocked men alone in the room. Synn stared hard, his breathing growing visibly heavier. Gabriel's eyes were wide, and his fingers ran through his shoulder-length locks. Despayre, however, seemed the most visibly shaken. he might not understand completely what had just been said, but he knew enough to know that it was bad.

Very bad.


"What does that mean?" He looked pleadingly towards his father and Gabriel. "What does that mean?"




"If there were ever a Bombshell outside of my own inner circle, and this time I do include Despayre's partner in Amanda Cortez, that I would be forced to admit an admiration towards, it would be the female icon of Sin City Wrestling itself, and yes, I am referencing Misty."

"Misty has had her detractors over the years, my own people included amongst them, but can any of us look past our own words and deny the simple fact that when the chips are down, this woman continues fighting until she simply is unable to fight any longer? No. Her record speaks for itself. Three-time World Bombshell Champion. World Bombshell Tag Team Champion. Woman of the Year. Match Of the Year! The barbed wire battle against Roxanne was evidence enough that the women can and will prove themselves to be as vicious, if not more so than any of the men in this business. A brutal and blood soaked battle against our own Odette Stevens had the experts cringing, believing that the females had no business doing such atrocities to one another, but herein lied the evidence right in front of their faces to prove otherwise."

"Misty is a fighter. That much is clear, and despite the simple fact that the woman has only too recently been relieved of her memory, that legacy continues on."

"Who would have believed that a woman with amnesia would have made it all the way to the championship finals of the third annual "Blast From the Past" tournament, besting some of the top females in not just SCW, but the entire sport? Clearly the memories suppressed by her injuries have not quelled her vast experience and fighting spirit, as she has gotten this far, even if it is with the aid of her partner. The problem, however, is that while she has gotten this far, she will sadly go no further."

"I admit I won't go on and on about the women in this match up, as they have to worry about one another while Despayre focuses his full attentions on Andrew Watts. But I won't ignore the female opposition altogether because when it concerns Misty, ignoring her will be as good as leading toward your own loss."

"Very few gave the team of Amanda Cortez and Despayre much of a chance at getting this far, or even going all the way. They ignored the very evidence before them why these would be the team to beat. Amanda was at one point the very woman that Misty had been three times over, and that is the World Bombshell Champion, and currently? Ms. Cortez reigns as one-half of the World Tag Team Champions. This is the woman that you will have to contend with inside of the ring this Sunday Misty. Amanda has been fierce from day one, and has proven she is worthy and here to stay amongst the very elite!"

"You yet have your fears and insecurities distracting you, Misty, whereas Amanda Cortez has none. None save for her raging desire to do her partner and herself the prideful justice of putting your shoulders down for the count of three and earning both shots at the top. I have confidence in Ms. Cortez and her abilities to accomplish this very task. Despayre has the same feelings in regards to his partner helping his get that brass ring on the proverbial merry-go-round. And I dare say that all doubts in the minds of the so-called experts and a number of our own peers have now been silenced."

"When the pairings had first been announced, your team had been listed among the very top as the favorites to walk away with it all. Amanda and Despayre? Not so much. Where are they now? Now they stand across the ring from you and that partner of yours, and the hunger in their bellies is as a raging inferno, compared to the flickering taper of a candle within your own."

"Determination. Heart. Skill. All things I admit you are in possession of, but nothing by comparison to Amanda. She has been competing for almost as long as you. her championship record here in SCW is close by comparison. She is all you are, Misty, but more. She is younger. Hungrier. And I dare say more loyal to her partner than you are to yours. In the end, all of that will be what spells success for the so-called underdog combination of Despayre and Amanda Cortez."




"What in Hell are you talking about... 'cardiac arrest'!?" Synn confronted the doctor in an openly hostile and direct manner as Gabriel tried to keep Despayre backed up and away from what was happening, lest the little guy feel the need or desire to jump in at his father's side. "You told me she was in the clear! You told me she was going to be able to go home...!"

The doctor, all too used to these types of outbursts, held up a hand to ward away the two security officers of the hospital who had heard the disruption. remaining calm, the doctor spoke evenly, "Sir, I told you I believed Mrs. Aguilera to be in the clear. This is why we keep patients over for observation. On the off chance that something like this might happen."

"And it just happened out of the blue, is that it?" Synn asked with no small amount of skepticism. Synn had a lot of pride and even his most adamant detractors would say that he had brains, but as there were many things he was not an expert on, and this was a testament to being one of those very things.

The doctor answered,
"Yes sir. We tried contacting you but I'm afraid that you must have just left your home and been on your way here. We missed you but we did manage to get in touch with her family."

"Speak of the devil..." Gabriel spoke up, the disdain in his voice all too evident as two young Hispanic men in their late twenties to possible early thirties hurried at top speed into the waiting room. They looked around for the front desk of this floor, but spotted the doctor and company in the middle of the floor, talking. The two sons of Theresa knew well who these three men were. Not because they were world-renowned professional athletes, but because they were close to their mother, and she had many a time sent pictures of herself alongside them to her family back in Spain.

"Sir -- sir!" The oldest of Theresa's two sons, Lucas, hurried over to the group with his younger brother at his heels. His words were heavily accented, English being neither man's first language. "Our mother?"

"Your mother is being made ready for surgery." The doctor stated as plainly as possible so that they might understand him.

"Can we see her?" Augustin asked, and that was when Despayre piped up.

"I want to see her too!"

"We are her sons!" Lucas stressed through clenched teeth, the stress of having his and his brother's mother at high risk surgery slowly causing him to succumb to temper.

"Sons who only now manage to get here?" Gabriel spoke up. "As opposed to us who have ben at her side since all of this bullshit first started two weeks...!"

"Enough!" Synn growled, and his tone was enough to even get Gabriel to quiet down before the flared tempers caused a 'pissing contest' between Theresa's sons and his own and the one who was as good as a son. Synn turned his head aside from Theresa's sons and his own to again address the doctor that had been in charge of Theresa's care.

"What kind of surgery are we talking about, doctor?" Synn asked icily. "Open heart? Bypass?"

The doctor sighed, hating to have to talk about such things with the loved ones of his patients, but it was a necessary evil in his medical profession.

"We will have to be performing a triple bypass today." The doctor finally answered, and Despayre quickly looked to Gabriel, and the fact the magician's eyes were shut tight, as were his lips, told Despayre that this meant something of the absolute worst of possibilities.

"Will Theresa be alright?"He asked timidly, drawing the attention of those around him.

"I can't tell any of you not to worry." The doctor said. "You'll do that anyway. I will tell you that I will be doing my absolute best."

With that being said, the doctor took Lucas by the arm and steered him around so that he and his brother, and not the Sins men, would be able to see Theresa before the risky surgery.

Gabriel stood up and started to protest,
"Now wait just a god damn..."

"Don't." Synn said, turning around to face him and his son, and if either man was surprised to see the always strong Synn's eyes red rimmed, they said not a word. He shook his head and sighed. "Let them go. She is their mother."




"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. I'm always okay."

"You're not scared?"

"Of course I am. I'd be a fibber to say I wasn't, and I may be a lot of things, but I'm no fibber."

"Yes, I know. I just can' picture you being scared of anything. You go after those monsters under my bed and in my closet without a second thought."

"Of course I do! Because I'm protecting you! But that doesn't mean I'm not afraid."

"Really?"

"Really. The key is to face your fear and overcome it. Every teddy bear has that bit of knowledge instilled in them during basic training. It's the key to facing those beasties and defeating them in order to protect our loved ones."

"Yeah but this is different."

"Not really. In a way, this is a little harder to face down. Those shadow beasties are tough, no doubt, and they can give us a whopper of a battle every now and then, but this here isn't really something that we can control. It's all in the hands of the doctor taking care of Theresa."

"Do you think he'll do a good job?"

"Well if he doesn't, I'll feed him to that thing that was under your bed last night!"

Despayre laughed audibly, drawing the eyes of everyone in the waiting room towards him. Everyone was there, including Theresa's sons who at first had kept to themselves away from their mother's makeshift family, but soon had found Synn and Shane sat by them, conversing with them in an effort to both pass the time as well as allow themselves a brief respite of their mind wandering on what could be happening. Odette had even insisted on being there, despite her personal discomforts, knowing full well what Theresa meant to her husband, and as such, the family she had come to be surrounded with.

Despayre was curled up in the far corner, near his mother and grandmother. The tension was everywhere, within everyone's minds as they waited for a word, any word, on what was happening in the operating room. Angel was on a vacant chair beside Victoria, facing Despayre and nobody said anything to indicate anything was out of the ordinary as Angel sought to console his bestest buddy and assure him that everything would be alright.


"Waitaminute... WHAT thing!?"

Oh how they all would have loved to have heard the other side of this conversation between a man and his teddy bear. Every time Despayre found himself having a chat with his fuzzy little friend, everyone from Synn to Gabriel and yes, even Rage, wished they knew what exactly Angel said to him time and again. But deep down, perhaps had they found out anything, anything at all, it would spoil the wondrousness of this special relationship.

"It's been almost two hours." Shipman grumbled, sitting back and trying to keep himself distracted before he did anything to relieve his stress level and most likely end up with his being either arrested or banned from the hospital.

"Augustin went to check on his mother." Fantasia said softly, noticing that Theresa's other son, Lucas, had passed out from sheer exhaustion over stress, worry, and a fair amount of jet lag. It was then that the sound of footsteps on the tile floor of the hospital's corridors alerted them and they looked up, just in time to see the aforementioned Augustin and the doctor set foot inside of the waiting room.

Lucas stirred and was immediately on his feet, fast approaching his brother...


"Mother?" He said and he turned from Augustin to the doctor who removed his mask and nodded.

"The surgery went as well as we could have hoped." The doctor stated, and all present sighed in a vast amount of pent up relief. The doctor went on, "However I have to stress that these next few hours are extremely critical, and if -- when -- she pulls through, she is going to need a lot of physical therapy."

Theresa's sons exchanged a look of worry, and it was evident that their resources were slim. They had explained that was actually why it had taken them as long as it did to fly from Spain to Nevada. They had to scour up the spare money for the airline tickets. Now, this operation plus physical therapy? How would they manage to pay...?

But that was once again when Synn displayed that their mother had a safe and secure place in his own heart as he placed a hand on Lucas's shoulder and said,<.I> "Whatever care she needs, she'll have." Lucas and Augustin turned around in surprise that such an offer was being made by a man that they had just meant face to face mere hours ago. Synn went on, "And as far as physical therapy, I know a person or two. Plus I am well acquainted with perhaps the best damn nurse in the business."

His words were directed at Victoria, Despayre's own grandma, and she smiled and winked at him. The message delivered to the two sons loud and clear.

Their mother would be well taken care of.





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| Pyramid |
It Begins

| Blaze of Glory 4 |
My Favorite Number? 4

| Blast from the Past |
Past? I'm the future of SCW

| Tournament Finals |
3 Teams Have Tried, 3 Have Failed

| 4th Match of the Tournament |
Go Figure... My Favorite Number, Again

| Opponent A - Despayre |
Undersized, Idiotic, Extremely Ugly, Unworthy

| Opponent B - Amanda Cortez |
Annoying, Dumb, Talks Too Much, Always Loses to Misty

| Partner - Misty |
The Original Bombshell, SCW Legend, Has Amanda's Number

| All of This Means |
The Decision is Already Done... I've Already Won This Tournament

| And To Those Who Don't Believe It |
You're About to Witness... Time to Believe. SCW Belongs to Andrew Watts Now




Camera: On
Winning� REJECT Style


�Yeah baby, that�s right Desiree� you fucking distract that idiot who thinks that he stands a chance in this tournament.�

That is what ran through my head as I watched Desiree hop up onto the ring apron and Erik Staggs slowly make his way towards her, trying to get her to get away from the apron, away from the ring, and away from our match. Erik Staggs: Mr. Head of Talent and whatever, trying to step back into the ring, thinking it�s just so easy and that he is going to stand a chance. Actually? He�s not half bad, but� he�s not good enough either�

�Lift the shirt� lift the fucking shirt�! Yes, she lifted the fucking shirt, now Staggs is completely distracted, who the fuck wouldn�t be with those things in front of them?�

I continued to think to myself, watching the distraction going on� nothing illegal, just an out of shape, idiot� not realizing what is going on right now. I rolled back into the ring, standing up to my feet� Erik Staggs had his back to me and his eyes glued to Desiree�s rack, who could fucking blame the guy right? I would have trouble focusing on anything else too� guess some people want boobs more than tournament finals�

�Me? I prefer tournament finals right now, and boobs� right after.�

I take a step towards Staggs, a confident smirk on my face, as I slap my left hand on his right shoulder, and I pull. Staggs spins around but as he is spinning, I�ve already started the motion: head wrapped around my arm, jumping into the air, his feet leaving the ground, gravity playing a part as�. we crash straight into the mother fucking canvas. Highlighted, just like the rest of them! I cover Staggs�

�One� Two� Three�!�

I could literally hear the numbers aloud in my head as I heard the hand smacking the canvas, three times. The bell sounds, and I stare forward at Desiree who has pulled her shirt down and is off of the apron. That girl is definitely a REJECT, she has all of the traits of one, and she just proved worthy as hell. I nod my head at her as she sadistically bites her bottom lip, smirking while looking right back at me. I stand to my feet, and I know one thing� I just moved on to the Blast from the Past tournament finals. My plan of taking over and becoming the face of SCW was in full effect: nothing has come close to stopping me yet, and nothing was going to stop me now... n-o-t-h-i-n-g.




Camera: Off
The Perfect Night


I smirked, feeling more confident than ever. My back wasn�t bothering me one bit, even after that hard fought match, it felt fine� were things finally starting to come into place? It felt that way to me at least� no back pain, tournament finals, and the REJECTS were literally looking stronger than ever. Talk about a debut for Desiree here tonight, I mean, can it get any better than what she did to show everyone just what she is capable of? Speaking of her, I was wondering exactly where the hell she was, because� I hadn�t seen her since we left the ring after I pinned that washed up has been, Erik Staggs. I ran my hand back through my damp hair, pulling towards the end as my hair which was pretty neatly fixed before my match, was now a spiky mess. I nodded my head, still smirking confidently as I talked out loud to myself.

�Talk about a fucking night where everything went exactly as planned� talk about a fucking perfect night for me. I couldn�t have wrote it any better myself, literally.�

I reached down, grabbing a white sleeveless shirt from the table in front of me. I picked it up as I threw it over my head, pulling it down to cover my upper body, pulling down as it reached my waist line. I ran my hands across my face, still a bit sweaty from the match, who wouldn�t be? I still couldn�t believe how perfect the night was going. Kaelin was out there doing his thing right now, I should be watching but, I�ve been to pumped up to even focus on a television, or other match right now. Plus, I am sure he will pull off the victory anyways, I mean� it�s not like Despayre would have any chance at taking down the other half of the Renegades.

�Tournament finals, future SCW Heavyweight Champion, REJECTS growing even stronger together� check, check, and check. Everything is falling into fucking place, just like I planned out the second I signed the contract here in SCW. Everything I pictured, it�s fucking happening, and it�s happening faster than I could have ever expected. Talk about perfection at it�s finest.�

I took a deep breath, taking a few steps towards the mini fridge in the corner of my locker room. I reached down, leaning forward a bit, my back feeling pretty good still, which was definitely a great sign. I swung the door open and reached in, grabbing a bottle of Deer Park spring water from the fridge as I pushed the door shut. I unscrewed the white cap off of the top of the bottle as I lifted it up and took a couple of long sips from it. I let out an �ahhh� as I pulled the bottle away from my lips. I screwed the cap back on as I placed it down on the table that I had previously grabbed my shirt off of. I ran my right hand back through my hair as I let out another short breath, running my hand against the edge of my chin, still thinking about how amazing everything has been going.

�Fucking� perfect. Where the hell is...�

Before I could finish this sentence, I notice the door handle twitching a bit. I could hear someone on the outside of my locker room� well, our locker room, Kaelin and I had to share one this week because of a shortage, another reason I hated this European tour. I seen the handle turn fully as the door pushed open and the room sort of filled with a blinding light from the hallway. This only lasted a few seconds as Desiree walked into the room and let the door slam shut behind her. I stared towards Desiree, she looked great: dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of faded blue Dolce & Gabbana jeans, and of course� the REJECTS t-shirt that suited her quite perfectly if you asked me. She took a few steps into the room, looking towards me and shooting me a cocky half smirk. I smirked right back, as I nodded my head one time at her, and began to speak.

�Hey you, where you been? You get lost or something?�

I chuckled lightly as I arched an eyebrow at the end of my question to her. I had been in my locker room for a good 20 minutes or so, and well� we left the ring together, so she had to have taken some sort of detour for her to take this long to get back here, considering we agreed to meet each other right back here. That or she got lost, these European tour backstage areas were also quite confusing sometimes. Luckily, I knew them pretty good from my days in the EWF� Desiree was still new to the business though, so� who knows. She shook her head, still with that cocky smirk on her face. If you want to talk about someone with a resting bitch face, it�s definitely this woman.

�Nah, I don�t get lost� I always know where I am going, and if I don�t� I just go with it anyways. I did however get side tracked by some backstage reporter, or interviewer lady bitch. She was pretty excited to actually get a few seconds with me, so I laid it on her pretty nice. Cameras and everything were flying around, flashing in my face, live streaming, all that good shit. So I straight up told her what is about to happen to the Bombshell division� and everyone in it. Shit, even the interviewer bitch looked intimidated. Who could blame her though, right? I�m a pretty intimidating bitch, we all know this.�

Well, one thing I loved was the confidence, and Desiree definitely had enough to go around� she had enough confidence to make everyone in the SCW confident, then again� so did every other REJECTS member as well, myself included. I nodded my head, staring back at her with confidence. She really was a bitch, but also pretty bad ass as well. She played her role perfectly tonight; people will probably bitch and moan that she helped us cheat our way to victory, but that was organized right there, that is exactly how we planned to debut here, and it went down absolutely perfect. Bitch and moan all that you want to, she didn�t touch Staggs, she didn�t do anything wrong� it�s Staggs fault for paying more attention to the sexy woman on the apron than his opponent, also known as the most dangerous wrestler in SCW. I smirked again, thinking about how everything went down as I began to speak.

�Talk about a perfect night, right? You really made the most of your debut. You did everything exactly as you and me talked about, and you did it fucking better than I could have ever even pictured it. Definitely a great first impression of Desiree Parker in Sin City Wrestling. Welcome to the promotion you evil thing, welcome to the REJECTS� you officially have me impressed, about damn time.�

She nodded her head, crossing her arms across her chest as she bit the corner of her bottom lip. She didn�t say anything right away, staring straight ahead at me, as I stared back. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she began to talk.

�Oh about time, right? Only took about half of a year� I know I�ve impressed you plenty before, you just have too much pride and are too hard headed to ever admit it. Tonight I just, pushed that impression to the limits, so you finally have to admit it. Speaking of impressive, eight matches, eight wins� someone else in this room is pretty damn impressive too if you ask me. How does it feel to be in the Blast from the Past tournament finals? And still fucking undefeated� you�re by far the hottest wrestler in SCW right now, and I might actually mean that in more than one way.�

Was she flirting with me? Wow, unlike her� I could never tell if she was straight or not, but then again, judging by her hatred for every other woman in this world, I guess she couldn�t ever be a lesbian� so I guess she is straight, and for once I think she actually just flirted with me, I wonder if that was her first time. I chuckled lightly again, as I placed both of my hands on my hips, still looking forward at Desiree as I continued the conversation.

�You�ve got that right, eight wins in eight matches. It really doesn�t get much better than that, I mean� it�s not possible to get any better than that. Not only have I won eight matches but as you said, I secured my fucking spot in the finals of the Blast from the Past tournament. A tournament that I claimed I would win, the week before it started, a week before I even knew who my partner was, and before I even knew who any of my opponents or other contestants in this fucking tournament would be. Confidence is the key in this business, and it is something you need to thrive on if you want to be successful. It�s something I�ve learned to perfect, and well.. clearly I am pretty fucking good at what I do. You seem pretty confident too there, Desiree. Just make sure you never get overconfident, because sometimes� that an lead to self destruction.�

I pause for a second, she mentioned an interviewer, right? I wonder if it was Ms. Wam Bam Balloons� Ms. Fred Flinstone�s Big Toes� Ms. Tugs and Jugs� I honestly, forget her real name sometimes. I snap back to reality as I ask Desiree who interviewed her.

�You said you got interviewed by someone? Was it a woman? Did she have the biggest pair of tits that you have ever seen in your life? Because that chick is ALWAYS chasing me down, trying to get an interview with me. And when I say big tits, I don�t mean big like yours� hers make yours look small. I mean, put both of yours together and double that� and you have one of her boobs� like these things ar...�

Desiree is quick to cut me off as I continue to go on and on about Ms. Double Impact�s breasts.

�Okay! I get it� big tits, very big tits, I understand. No, I mean� she had average tits, but they weren�t how you are describing. I mean they were big, but� probably not too much bigger than mine. Definitely fake, and she was blonde, or at least lighter hair. I didn�t pay much attention to her. But I am sure if she had these tits that you speak of, they would have stuck out to me� literally.�

I nod my head as I smirk with a bit of a chuckle, definitely wasn�t Ms. Boom and Zoom. It must have been the other one, Pussy whatever her name was. Willow tree. I run my right hand back through my hair once again, resting it at the back of my neck as I replied to Desiree.

�Oh yeah, uh� whats her name� Pussy Willow, that�s it.�

Desiree laughs for a second, shaking her head as she rolls her eyes and is quick to reply.

�Wow, really? No, seriously� whats her name? In case I ever bump into her again� not really going to call someone, Pussy. Although when she gives me a weird reaction, I could just always blame it on you.�

I shake my head, wow� she didn�t believe me about Pussy�s name� then again, it wasn�t every day that you met someone named Pussy, I probably wouldn�t believe me either, especially me.

�No, I am legit being serious. Her name is Pussy Willow. I know, sounds pretty fucking weird, and it�s definitely gotta be a stage name. But that is what she goes by, believe me or not� but either way you�ll find out for yourself sooner than later, that I am telling the truth. First time I have met someone named Pussy, so I found it a bit interesting too. I�ve actually never been chased down or interviewed by her yet, hmm� she must like the female gender or something.�

Desiree rolls her eyes at my last comment, taking a couple of steps closer towards me. She reaches down, grabbing my water bottle from the table as she unscrewed the cap, taking a sip of it as she screws the cap back on. I wasn�t exactly into sharing, not really the type of person to drink after someone or what not, but I guess I felt pretty comfortable with her� I mean we were living together now, kind of� even though we aren�t a couple or anything, and even though I have spent the majority of my time in Europe lately. I shrugged a shoulder as she placed the water bottle back on the table, flashing a smile at me and speaking.

�So tournament finals; Andrew Watts and Misty� she is a typical white girl by the way, so just� typical. But I guess she is a decent wrestler, from what I have heard. But we all know that it�s you that is carrying this team and has carried it all the way to the finals. You should be able to take out that short fuck and annoying red headed bitch pretty easy if they win. But what happens if you boy wins? What happens if Alex Kaelin is the one you have to go head to head with in the finals of this tournament?�

She arches an eyebrow as she steps a bit closer to me, pressing her index finger against my chest, moving it up and down a bit as she asks me the question I have been trying to avoid all week. What the fuck does happen if I have to go one on one with Kaelin in this thing? Definitely not something I want, but I also would feel pretty bad if he lost, especially after carrying Jade Casper all of this way� I could never remember her real name but she seemed to never be present in the matches, so I guess Casper is a good last name for her. I sigh, shaking my head as I try to answer the question. Desiree running her fingers along my shirt, tugging on it a bit� what was she going for exactly? I was starting to get confused, sort of.

�Ugh, yeah� that question� that fucking question. Well Des, if Kaelin wins, which I am sure he will. Then I guess at Blaze of Glory 4, I am going to have to...�

Just as I am about to answer the question, or try to, at least I thought I was about to� the door literally bursts open as if someone kicked it down or something. The door slammed against the wall as it flew open and Desiree squeezed my shirt with the hand she was playing along it with, and grabbed my wrist with her other hand as her head shot towards the door. Did Desiree just show a sign of comfort, fear. feelings? Wow� totally unlike her, Ms. Bad Ass over here, actually has a soul? News to me. We both focus on the door as Alex Kaelin comes bursting through with a look of extreme anger on his red face, his blood pressure had to be near boiling point as he looked like he was ready to kill. He grabbed the door with both hands, swinging it with full force as he slammed it shut with a yell.

�FUCK!!!�

He tossed his Roulette Championship onto the nearby black leather couch as he shook his head, smashing his fist into the armrest of the couch as a cracking noise was heard� hopefully the couch, and not his hand. Kaelin shook his head, turning and staring towards us, breathing extremely heavily. Desiree had an eyebrow arched and I just kinda gave a blank stare, I hadn�t seen him this mad since� actually, lets not go back to those memories. Kaelin stared at us, he was in his red ring gear, pants or tights or whatever they were with the black and silver belt that he always wore around them. His hair was a mess and he was trying to catch his breath. He shook his head as I debated asking if he was alright or not... the debate didn't last long, I... I went for it.

�Uh� yo? You alright there dude?�

I didn�t really know what else to say. Desiree looked at me, and then realized she was still latched on to me. She let go, kind of pushing me back a bit as she took a step away and gave me a strange look. That was more like the Desiree I knew, selfish, not into anyone but herself� must have just been a moment, or something. We both turned our attention back to Kaelin who took one more deep breath, cracking his knuckles, running his hands back through his hair as he squeezed his fists together, looking up at me� his eyes wide open, more open than I had ever seen them in my life. He was not a happy camper right now, and I think I knew why� either Jade blew the match, or Krissy blew another guy� either outcome, I don�t blame him. He finally spoke, his voice a mixture of anger and disappointment.

�Am I alright!? Am I alright?! Yes! I am fucking amazing! Did you fucking watch? Are you fucking serious? That fucking cunt can�t fucking stay in the ring for more than ten seconds without getting pinned by a dumb redheaded bitch like Amanda Cortez! How the fuck am I supposed to end up in the finals of a fucking tournament if I am stuck with the worst damn Bombshell in the SCW Bombshell fucking history� this tournament was garbage from the start, I can�t believe I even signed up for this bullshit!�

As Kaelin finishes his sentence he throws a right roundhouse kick straight to the side of the couch, literally moving the couch about 2 and a half feet along the wooden floors. I nod my head, so I am guessing my first guess was the correct one� but I still had to confirm it, so I probably am about to ask the dumbest question I could ask, but� I like to be 100 percent sure of things before moving along and talking about them.

�So, I am guessing you lost�?�

I know, horrible question. Kaelin�s head slowly turned to face me again, it looked like something out of a horror movie. His eyes said enough, and the look on his face, it said everything else. I nodded my head, I was about to hear it. I worded that horribly, I should have just kept my mouth shut� hey, on the bright side, I didn�t have to worry about what to do now, like� facing Kaelin and what not. But, that is a thought that I should definitely keep� to myself. Kaelin�s eyes finally locked with mine, and he answered my horrible question� fuck, oops.

�No� I did not lose, correction. JADE lost, not me� big difference, BIG FUCKING DIFFERENCE. I have never been pinned, not in SCW, and this is fucking bullshit. I am out of this stupid ass tournament, I am DONE with fucking tag team matches. I have two stupid losses in this fucking place, and they are BOTH because my idiot partner got pinned. I mean, I am busy going flying into the fucking crowd with this midget Despayre� and then ten seconds later I hear the fucking ring bell and that fucking idiot ass Fabio looking announcer saying �Despayre and Amanda Cortez are your winners.� I am fucking done, no� more� tag� team� matches. This is why I am the Roulette Champion, because I do what I do, and I do it alone, I don�t need someone else to worry about, when I am trying to cover my own ass. Fucking garbage ass shit!�

I nodded my head, okay� Kaelin was not happy, Kaelin was definitely not happy. And I don�t think he ever wanted to be in a tag team match again in his life, I couldn�t blame him either. But it was a bit of a relief that I wouldn�t have to go head to head with my best friend, and teammate� because, that is never healthy in a friendship, there is always some sort of bad blood, or jealousy after. I look at Desiree, then back at Kaelin.

�It�s tough dude, you got an unlucky draw in Jade, but you did fucking carry the team nearly to the finals and everyone knows that. On the bright side, neither of us have been pinned yet in an SCW ring, now that is impressive. And well, I guess this means at Blaze of Glory I get to finish off this tournament by taking down Despayre and Amanda Whoretez. Should be a fun time, and I will make damn sure that Misty is ready for this match, and that she doesn�t make the same mistake Jade did. But I truly doubt she will, Misty seems to know the ring ropes pretty damn good, even if she is still suffering from amnesia. I guess it�s in her blood, she's a natural wrestler� I can�t complain about my pairing in this tournament. Now it�s time to finish the damn job. I know Misty won�t let me down, and I sure as hell won�t lose to Despayre� Whoretez has had her ass whooped every time she has stepped into the ring with Misty, this time will be no different.�

Kaelin was finally breathing at a normal pace, he nodded his head. I guess he realized that even though he lost, he never looked bad in this tournament, not once� and that I would finish the job that he started by defeated Despayre, or at least Misty pinning Whoretez, either way. I couldn�t wait for Blaze of Glory, I really was ready to get into that ring and show everyone what the Original Renegade is made of. Eight straights wins is nice, but nine? Nine would be nicer, because this ninth match, it�s my biggest yet� well, in SCW that is. Desiree kind of had a bitchy look on her face, well.. bitchier than normal at least. She crossed her arms across her chest as she started to speak.

�Misty doesn�t seem that great. I mean like I said earlier, typical white girl. Sure, I guess she can wrestle but I wouldn�t call her that GREAT. You�ve seen me in the ring right? You�ve seen what I am capable of, the way I can get into an opponents head, and the way I dominate the other bitches in the ring. I am great, what I do is great. Yeah, maybe Misty will get you up long enough to win this tournament, but don�t forget, you�re a bit lucky I joined ASW first and not SCW� because if I was in this tournament, and I crossed paths with Misty, she�d be losing any memory she has gained, all over again.�

I arched an eyebrow at Desiree and then looked at Kaelin who had a surprised look on his face. Desiree seemed a bit, I don�t know� maybe jealous of Misty? Not into her? Something� but she definitely wasn�t too fond of her at the moment. I nodded my head, not really sure what to say, so I didn�t really say anything. There were a few seconds of awkward silence before Kaelin finally broke the silence.

�I have to defend my title against that Kris Halc douchebag at Blaze of Glory, at least that�s what I was told before my match. That if Jade and me didn�t get to the finals of the tournament, I would be defending my Championship against Halc in a� well, they didn�t say what kind of match actually, but I am sure it will be an interesting one, fucking� always is. Who the fuck is Kris Halc anyways? Dude has two matches, wins them both and gets a fucking shot at my title? Title that I worked my ass off in a tournament for� what is up with this randomness lately? I mean, you have eight wins, you�ve never had a title shot. Why give some loser with two easy wins a shot at my gold�? Poor cunt, he is going to realize that the third time's the charm, when he eats shit in our match.�

I chuckle lightly, Kaelin was clearly still a bit frustrated because he was kind of talking hot and cold at the same time. One second he was sort of complaining about Halc being his opponent, and the next he was kind of excited that he would get to kick his ass, it confused me� but I understood it, I did the same thing sometimes, kind of, sort of� maybe. I reached down for my water bottle, grabbing it and unscrewing the cap as I took a few more sips and then placed the half empty bottle back on the table, the cap still in my other hand as I tossed it onto the table.. it bounced a couple of times, landing next to the bottle. I ran my hand back through my hair as I looked at both of them at the same time, well� sort of.

�Well, there is one thing that we know. And that one thing is, other than Jade blowing your match tongth� the REJECTS had one hell of a night. We introduced Raab, who better work out and be a great fucking monster by the way, I am expecting big things from that crazy, big, psycho son of a bitch� otherwise I will whoop his ass personally, I think. And then, Desiree distracts Staggs long enough for me to Highlight the fuck out of him for the win, and show him that he is better behind the scenes, and not in the ring� followed by introducing Desiree as the newest REJECT member as well� sorry by the way Kaelin, for not letting you know about that in advance, I am sure you are okay with it though? I hope�?�

Kaelin nods his head as I continue�

�Okay good. Basically what I am saying is that tonight was fucking damn near perfect. Everything that we had planned out, basically went exactly how we fucking wanted it to go, with the exception of Jade fucking up and knocking you out of the tournament, but fuck her, fuck it, we can live with that. We did EXACTLY what we said we would tonight, and we did it damn good. The REJECTS made a mark tonight, and it will only get better. At Blaze of Glory I will become this years Blast from the Past tournament winner. Kaelin, you� you will defend the Roulette Championship successfully yet again, this time against Kris Halc� who is a pretty big douchebag by the way. And Desiree, you� well you and Raab, I am sure you will both do something interesting as well. Not to mention that uh, Kaelin and me have a little surprise for the REJECTS at Blaze of Glory, one that you guys will have to wait and see� because we don�t like to spoil surprised, even though we are REJECTS.�

I smirk as I cock my head towards Kaelin who nods his head with a cocky smirk. Desiree crosses her arms over her chest again, obviously not happy about being left out of the so called secret, oh well� she could wait. She stared at me, and then at Kaelin, and then back at me. I just showed her a smile as I ran my hand back through my hair once more. What a night, and shit was only about to start getting better, and better� and then, even fucking better. Puzzles, and pieces� they belong together� and they were falling perfectly together for me, and for the rest of the REJECTS as well, kind of. But most definitely for me. I nodded my head confidently as I placed my hands on my hips. This is perfect.




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Hmm� it felt pretty damn amazing to be back home, and not have to worry about rushing back to Europe by this Sunday, it felt great having the weekend off. I honestly miss America, I miss my nice ass apartment here in Vegas, and I am really looking forward to just� not being in Europe. Oh well, this tour was over after next Sunday�s event and everything would come back to normal. Wait.. at least, I think that it is going to be over after next Sunday�s event? Fuck, I sure hope so. I don�t know how much more of this annoying ass European tour I can take. It�s been real Europe, but, I need a break from you� waaaay too much back and forth from country to country, and continent to continent. I was ready to just, sleep in my own bed every single night, and wrestle in Sin City every Sunday, that�s what I wanted, that�s what I was looking forward too� oh and of course, beating the living hell out of Despayre and earning my well deserved SCW Heavyweight Championship shot� how could I forget about that? Number one on my list of priorities.

�This is great��

I thought to myself as I laid there, stretched out on my couch at home, wearing nothing but my black Puma shorts with stripes on each side. The black leather couch felt pretty amazing against my lower back, which was honestly feeling better by the day, thank god. I stared over at the other couch, my head propped up a foot or so by a couple of cotton pillows and the armrest of the couch. I looked over at Desiree who was doing the same thing I was doing, on the other, smaller couch. She was playing around on her phone. probably texting� wait no, she has no friends...probably just, pretending to have friends and shit. I chuckled lightly under my breath as I stared at her for a few seconds� she seemed to be pretty comfortable living with me. She looked sexy too, super short white shorts and a black tanktop, pink bra straps definitely visible. She was really into her phone, I was curious what she was up to� so I asked�

�What are you doing? You�re glued to your phone today��

She didn�t respond right away, she continued to sit there and click away at her phone, looking extremely focused. I kind of just stared, arching an eyebrow at her as she continued to click away at it. Finally she stopped, well, her fingers stopped moving at least. She gave her phone a weird look and then lowered it down a bit, basically into her boobs. She turned her head and looked at me, looking a little bit confused, arching an eyebrow my way as well. She stared for a second, as I stared back� and then she replied to me, well� somewhat of a reply at least.

�Wait, did you say something�?�

I looked at her with a questioned look, my eyebrow still raised as I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

�No I am serious! I was like super focused, but I thought I heard you talking� I�m not being an ass or anything, did you?�

Her, not being an ass? Wow, that was news to my ears. I laughed lightly as I pushed myself up a bit, pushing  my head back against the white cotton pillows. I took a deep breath, looking back over at Desiree who was now focused on me, not even holding her phone anymore, as it rested between her breasts, face down� I was pretty jealous of it too be honest, I wouldn�t mind being where it was right now. I snapped my mind out of the gutter as I continued to look towards her and replied.

�Yeah, kind of� I just said, what�s so interesting on your phone today? You haven't really taken you eyes off of it, that�s unlike you.�

She gave me a weird look, looking away as she responded.

�Psht, you don�t know me...�

Wow, she was going to play that game? Clearly I was right, otherwise she would have said that straight to my face, and without turning her head. I shook my head as I laughed a bit again, she turned back to look at me as I laughed.

�Yeah, right� seriously though, what's so fun about the phone today? New boyfriend? Or� girlfriend? Still not really sure which side you belong to, or do you just� go both ways?�

She rolled her eyes again as she shook her head and looked back at me with a half raised lip, more of a �you�re an asshole� look, if I knew how to describe it any better, I would� but that�s what I saw.

�Ha, you�re funny� and no, I�m not really into girls, so� they�re all yours� and no, no boyfriend, guys are idiots, I don�t really need anyone else in my life except me� oh, well and maybe you, because� I kind of have a pretty nice place to stay because of you. So I guess I can just, use you until I am ready to give you the boot too. Sound nice?�

She gave me a cocky smirk, sticking her tongue out towards me as I shook my head� sad part is I didn�t even know if she was being serious or not, but regardless, I chuckled lightly as I responded.

�Oh, sounds so nice� so, no boys� no girls� what��s the interesting shit then?�

She shook her head again, almost as if she didn�t want to tell me. That or she just really didn�t care, and I was way too interested in what it was. But, what could I say? I�m bored, and my phone� not so interesting today, clearly� as it just sat there next to me for about 20 minutes, untouched. She laughed lightly as she turned onto her side, grabbing her phone into her hands as it slid off of her breasts, and staring towards me and replying.

�I am actually just reading all of these Tweets that Amanda Cortez, or as you all her.. Whore-Tez, has sent you. It�s kinda cute I think she has a crush on you� and it�s also extremely entertaining, because I don�t think I have ever seen a bigger idiot in my life, is she uh� special?�

I laughed at her comment about Amanda, it was pretty funny� because I was pretty sure one of my Tweets had asked Amanda that same question. Talk about an annoying, and dumb bitch. At least Despayre kept his mouth shut, I think� I am pretty sure, I wasn�t too into the Twitter game, so� I wasn�t sure. But Amanda literally blew up my phone with mentions literally every day, so� hard to miss.

�Yeah, she is a fucking idiot, I can�t stand it because any time my phone beeps and it�s the Twitter noise, I know there is a high percent chance that it is her� and she just kind of breaks my nerves, it�s very annoying. You read any good ones over there, or not really?�

Desiree�s face lights up when I say this, she nods her head and blurts out �mm-hmm!� when I ask this. She grabs her phone with a smile, biting her bottom lip as she begins to click away� oh god, was she about to read my Amanda�s Tweets to me? Like reading them once for myself wasn�t bad enough, I was about to hear them again� I guess I sort of asked for it though, didn�t I? Desiree began to read aloud, and it was� pretty funny, especially her changing her accent to try to sound like Amanda. Funny part? She did a damn good job, wouldn�t even guess her as a Brit if she talked like this naturally.

�I quote, Amanda towards Misty... multiple times. "I don't talk to u. And I'm not the one who forgets everything, so you're the dumbass." That is just one of the many, talking about Misty and her Amnesia, clearly she doesn't realize the difference between an injury or disorder and thinks Misty is just a dumbass, which makes her the dumbass by the way. Quote again, "at least I don't need a shrink and I know my name. A thing u can't say about yourself." This was a bit after she spelled Misty's name as Me Sty.... she might know her own name, but bitch can't even spell Misty's name, which is... pretty sad, she should have stuck to dungeon porn and working it on the corner or whatever she did before wrestling. Then she just continued to call Misty a retard, and dumb, and saying she forgot how to use the toilet... probably all stuff that are dirty little secrets about herself, so she tries to throw them towards other people. Not that I am a fan of Misty or anything, I think she is a fake ass white bitch who likes attention. But, yeah...�

Wow, Desiree just voiced about 30 of her opinions in less than 20 seconds. It took me a minute to take that all in. Did she mention dungeon porn? I wasn�t aware that Amanda did that, but it kind of makes sense now, the tickle fetish and all of that shit� it kind of makes sense, she�s just a weird ass freak� with red hair. Not that the red hair had anything to really do with her being a freak, I just for some reason needed to add that to my thoughts. I nodded my head, clearly Desiree didn�t like Misty either, or Me Sty that is. Then again, who the fuck did Desiree like anyways? I kind of chuckled, looking towards Desiree as I nodded my head once again, a confident half smile on my face. I replied to her.. well, at least I tried to reply to all of the shit she just said� wow.

�Interesting there, Desi� very, very interesting. I am pretty impressed.. you got any more you want to share? Because I see you scrolling there and I am pretty into that accent, makes you sound� American. What else you got?�

She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile, and shaking her head at the same time as she continued to scroll through her phone. She bobbed her head from side to side as she continued to look. Finally she stopped, focusing on her phone for a few seconds, making a couple of clicks here and there. She nodded her head and stuck her tongue out with a cocky smirk. She looked over at me, still holding her phone in front of her, as she continued to read more Tweets from Amanda� and this time, a couple from me as well� maybe Desiree should be in Hollywood, not Vegas� I think acting might be her thing.

�This one is actually fucking great, pretty sure she admitted that she has a dick or something along those lines...�

I knew exactly what she was talking about, how could I forgot honestly? I laughed as I nodded my head, loving this conversation right here.

�Yes! Please act this one out for me.. talk about a great diss, and she did it to herself too.�

Desiree bit her bottom lip, nodding her head as she did as I said, and began to read the Tweets� talk about an idiot(Amanda).

�Alright, ha! Here we go� this is fucking amazing! Okay� so� trying to keep a straight face as I read these. So I am not sure how the origin of this came along or what started it all, but I am going to start from the Tweet where you Tweet to her and say "am I facing you or Despy? Because, you're the more manly looking one of the two of you, so I am kinda confused." First off, that was pretty fucking great, "you're the more manly looking one of the two of you." Such an asshole, but a classic asshole, great. And then this dumb bitch replies with a Tweet that says "k, I'm a guy with tits. Haha." I don't know what the fuck she was thinking, but your reply was honestly PERFECT, couldn't of said it better myself. You jump back at her with a simple, "so you are a tranny? good to know.... good to know." And I kind of died when I read that, literally laughed my fucking ass off... it's fucking amazing... and what does the dumbass redheaded whore do? She responds with "lol, at least I admit it. Haha." Yeah bitch, you just admitted to the whole fucking Twitter world that you are a tranny. Either she is a tranny with a dick and needs to be put on the Men's roster, or she is just a big time fucking retard. "At least I admit it," ha! Wow, fucking amaaaazing!�

Desiree rolls back onto her back and literally begins to laugh harder than I have ever seen her laugh in my life. Talk about showing a totally different side of her. I couldn�t help but to laugh myself because� when a so called sexy ass Bombshell admits that they are a tranny, whether she is or isn�t, it�s pretty fucking funny. I just think this bitch is so fucking stupid that she didn�t even know what she was admitting to being. That or she just fucking has a dick between her legs, which I wouldn�t doubt either. I run my hand back through my hair, still slightly laughing as I add to the topic.

�You�d think being a man and all, well half man or whatever� or, I don�t know, she has a dick, so she is a man right? Well you�d think she�d be able to beat a woman in the fucking Bombshell division and not have so many damn losses? I mean, this bitch has more losses than most people have total matches. It�s a little sad, she�s a man, or some shit, but she can�t even beat a girl...�

Desiree sits up, a serious look on her face as she arches an eyebrow at me, resting her forearms on her lower thighs as she stares towards me. She shakes her head, rolling her eyes slowly as she begins to speak.

�What the fuck are you trying to say there Mr. Man! You getting sexist and shit? You think if we went at it right here and right now, you would just so easily put me down for the 3 count? You think that men are that much greater than women in this business? I bet I can make you scream like a little bitch in just four seconds if we go at it. Pussy.�

As she says pussy, she winks at me with a confident smirk. She is bipolar, she has to be, I have never  seen someone change moods so damn quickly. I nod my head with a half smirk on my face. She really cracked me up, I never would have guessed that the selfish, bitch was this entertaining. I nod my head again as I respond.

�Wow, chill out there woman� I am sure you could beat some men, but� me? Come on now, get a little bit real, you know who I am.. you�ve seen me in the ring, I think we both know who would be screaming if the two of us went at it. And don�t even try to say that it would be me, because� I�m the REJECT, and we both know what happens to everyone who thinks they can take down the REJECT.�

This time I wink at her as she rolls her eyes, and lets out a sarcastic laugh with a pretty bitchy comment, sounding just like Amanda.

�Probably wouldn�t want to get too close to you anyways, rumor has it� you got that stank dick. At least, that�s what I read on Twitter...�

Wow what a low blow, talking like Amanda who for some reason decided to flood Twitter with posts, saying that I have a smelly dick� funny thing is, I�ve never fucked Amanda, so why would my dick even smell? Must be smelling her own shit and thinking it�s other people's or some shit. I roll my eyes as I sit up, my forearms resting towards my knees as I shake my head and respond to Desiree�s smart ass comment.

�I probably have the cleanest dick in SCW thank you� considering everyone else seems to spend tickle time with Amanda and Holly Wood and what not. Amanda probably smells her own fish scented pussy and tries to blame other people, saying they smell bad� because she can�t keep up with her hygiene on that infested cunt of hers. Too maen? Eh, I don�t give a fuck� I speak the truth.�

Desiree cocked her head to the right as she gave me a slight smirk, apparently she found what I just said pretty interesting. She crossed her arms across her gorgeous chest as she continued to look towards me, not really saying anything as I look back., raising my eyebrows as we are both silent for a second, kind of just staring. She tilts her head back to center position, in other words... normal, biting her bottom lip as she nods her head and finally, she breaks the silence.

�So umm� about that offer, going head to head with you� how about right here, right now? Like, kind of� right� over� here?�

Desiree smirked, tossing her phone onto the couch as she slid from the couch to the wooden floors. She sat on her knees, her cute eyes looking up at me as she had her bitch face on, smirking confidently at me as I looked down at her. I stared for a few seconds, as she rested her hands against her knees and continued to stare up at me. She tilted her head to the right, still staring at me as she gave me a wink. I nodded my head with a confident smirk as well as I replied.

�Oh� you�re fucking on� get ready to feel the Highlight...�

I said playfully as I smirked and stood up from the couch, looking straight down at her. She stuck her tongue out, nodding her head with a cocky smile as she replied to my comment.

�I�m waiting it, bring it� bitch. Come feel what it�s like to have your� Face Rocked...�

I shrugged a shoulder, looking down at her still, wondering where exactly this would go as she moved a bit closer, crawling on her knees, her eyes still looking up at me as I chuckled a bit and responded.

�Getting my Face Rocked? That could be kind of dirty� or something like that. I hope you realize what you�re getting yourself into� by the way, ding� ding.. ding!�

I say the �ding ding ding� extremely slow as I take a step towards her and just as I do she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around my legs, trying to take me down, so I let her� I fall onto my butt as I crash into the ground, my upper back and shoulders hitting back against the black leather couch behind me as Desiree crawls on top of me in a full mount position, looking to take some kind of advantage on me. I just let out a light chuckle as she tries wrapping her hands around my arm, and I sort of just pull it away, wrapping my right arm around her waist, literally around her whole waist. I position my foot beside her plant leg and I push towards that leg as her plant leg flips over my foot and she ends up flat on her back. I end up on top of her, staring down at her as she smirks, but gives me an irritated whine. She playfully punches me in the mid stomach as I shake my head� she looks up at me, giving me a small smile, actually, a cute smile� surprising from her.

�Umm� hi...�

She bites her bottom lip, hi? That was uh� probably one of the most random things someone could say right now, but� fuck it. I guess I could greet her back, right?

�Mmm� hi...�

With that said she bites her bottom lip, wrapping her hand and forearm around my neck as she pulled me into her. Wait, was this really about to happen? She wrapped her legs around my lower waist, pushing up towards me as I leaned forward a bit and she pushed her lips against mine. I honestly, saw this coming� I just didn�t know if it would be like this, or involve her tying me up, and probably raping me too. I kissed her back as she stuck her tongue into my mouth and then� wait� and then� oh� and then� I really like this side of Desiree� too bad the details stay between Desiree� and myself. But, I will say, she is a pretty damn good kisser, and oh� wow, I liked that too, that was nice� talk about things just, getting better by the second, literally.





   
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Wins |16| Losses |3| Draws |0|

2015 Blast from the Past Winner
SCW World Tag Team Champion
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Adam Stone
Amanda Cortez
Big Tiger(x3)
Casey Williams
Clint Outlaw
- Highlighted
Dark Tiger(x3)
- Highlighted(x1)
Despayre
Drexel Matheson
- Highlighted
Eric Staggs
- Highlighted
Gabriel Asar
- Highlighted
Gavin Stephens
- Toxic Stomped
Hydro - Highlighted
Joshua Acquin - Highlighted
J2H
JT Midas
- Highlighted
Lord Raab
- Highlighted
Mercedes Vargas
Mikah
Narly
Necra Octavian Kane
Radical
Steve Ramone
Wallace Jordan
- Highlighted

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The Debut

So what can one say about Andrew Watts in Sin City Wrestling? When you look it up, on the internet, on SCW’s website, what do you find under the profile of Andrew Watts? November 23, 2014... I, Andrew Watts makes his debut in Sin City Wrestling, in a singles match against a member of the Players Club, Hydro. Words were exchanged throughout the week leading up to this debut match for me. Hydro was apparently to be taken very seriously as he was a part of the Players Club, or as I like to call them, the Dick Lick Clique. Well, I took him seriously... kind of. If you call a quick match that ends with a Highlight and my first win, seriously... then yes. I took Hydro very seriously. I made him a Highlight that night, the only time he ever was a Highlight in SCW.

The First Smell of Bad Blood

So after going 1-0 and basically setting up the end of Hydro and his career here in the SCW, I went on to... not be booked at one of the so called biggest shows in SCW history, Climax Control 100. That's right, they didn't book me in the 100th edition of Climax Control, but that sure as hell did not stop me from going out there and making sure that as good as the show would be remembered, so would me being on it. I was waiting for the right time, I saw a few openings, a few different times that I really could have gone out there... but then, the perfect opportunity presented itself. The Wild Man Wallace Jordan, some name right? Hillbilly Joe himself walked down to the ring, and the shit he was saying just made me, and everyone else in the arena that night... sick. So I had to make my move, it was perfect, it was exactly what I wanted. I went out there, still new to the SCW universe so they weren't exactly sure what to think. But by the end of this, you could bet they all wanted to see Wallace and Watts, one on one... and Wallace wanted it to, right then and there. But I figured, why now? So I turned around, and let the heat build up a bit, Wallace could wait anyways... I had other shit to do first.

Pieces Falling Into place

Climax Control 101 came along, and we know what went down at this event, this was a big event for myself, for the REJECTS, and for Wallace Jordan and Drexel Matheson. The night started off with an arranged interview with Ms. Big Tit Mountainslides! I made sure she was okay with it, and well, she was... so I got my interview... but it wasn't exactly for me. I am sure everyone remembers that interview, you know? Surprise... the REJECTS are in SCW. The REJECTS were born that night, and that was just the first of things to come. Drexel and me, booked head to head, both starting our careers in SCW with a quick undefeated streak, although mine was only at one, I very easily... made it to two. Drexel felt the Highlight, and he felt it damn good too! This idiot fuck went up top for a high flying maneuver... wrong choice Drexel. Mid-Air Highlight! Nobody kicks out of that one, 2-0 record for this guy. Good night right? Great way to end the night? Nah... there was more. Wallace Jordan was in the opening round match for the SCW Roulette Championship, you know, that tournament that Kaelin ended up winning? We all remember what happened to Wallace... let's keep it nice and short. Wallace felt the wrath of Mr. Highlight, and he felt it good, I put his ass out of action for the night, and for another couple of weeks after that. Talk about a great night.

So the Bad Blood Begins to Boil

So after this, Clint Outlaw... Wallace's retard inbred cousin decided to come out and call me out. He talked shit, over and over, and then over again... and well, I kinda had enough so I came out and talked shit right back. I insulted him, his sister, his brother in law, or cousin, or whatever the fuck Wallace is... those hillbillies are all so inbred that it is hard to keep track of their relations to each other. The only thing I was sure of was that they all fucked each other at some point or another. So Clint challenges me, a street fight, for the next show... and, well... of course, I accepted. Yeah, this was a pretty boring night for me in SCW... no match, no beatdown, and just an altercation with some nobody who wanted to get his foot in the door...

Finally, the Bad Blood is Shed

December 21st, the Climax Control that would take place right before Inception. The Climax Control where I was set to face Clint Outlaw in a match with no rules, the Climax Control where Clint Outlaw actually proved that he is... well, a drunken idiot, basically. We went at it, back and forth, I will give him that. He broke a bottle over my forehead, blood literally covered my face... the fans loved that, and so did Clint. Then Clint just kept, drinking, and drinking, and before this idiot knew it, he was pretty drunk. He thought he had me right where he wanted, he thought he was going to finish me. But me? I had a mouthful of Jack Daniels and what happened to it? I made sure it all ended up in Clint's eyes, that's right, I blinded the mother fucker and Highlighted him straight onto a chair in the center of the ring. 3-0, but I didn't stop there. I made sure to send a message to the hillbillies as I took Clint and busted him wide open, made him match my wound, possibly worse. I wanted more, just as I was about to rip his arm out of it's socket, the other idiot Wild Man or whatever came running to the rescue, and then... he made the biggest mistake of his life. He challenged me... he challenged me to a match at Inception... and you can bet your ass, I accepted.

Inception of a Hillbilly

So Inception comes along, and I decide to you know, come out to the ring, cut a little promo... it ended up being the longest one of the night because well,I had a lot to say about what had been going on lately... who could blame me? I was a popular, interesting guy, with a lot to talk about. I always have a lot to talk about, and it's always entertaining, this is a fact. Then the time came, the match that had been brewing for nearly a month now, if not more. Wallace Jordan, one on one... with Andrew Watts. It was a great match, I will give him that, he fought much better than Clint Outlaw did, but he didn't fight good enough now did he? Who remembers how that went down? That's right. He thought he had the Wild Driver setup, he thought he had me where he wanted me but what happened? He fucked up... and what did he feel? That's right... Highlight, Wallace became another Highlight. And that ended that, that was the last we saw of Wallace in action in an SCW ring. I said that I would end his SCW career, and I damn sure did as I said. 4-0. The beginning of what many were starting to call an amazing legendary undefeated streak, and we all know I live up to what is said...

Blast from the Past

What happens next? I enter my name into the Blast from the Past tournament, something I was debating on for quite some time, and finally decided to do. But instead of being booked in the first round of matches on the first show after Inception, I was booked against the douchebag we all know as Gabriel Asar... or as I like to call him, Ass-ar. This dude talked so much shit, the hype around him was unreal, the hype around the match made it seem like it would be amazing... and then I stepped into the ring with him and it lasted, what? A minute? Maybe a minute and a half? Ugh, just another Highlight in my book, 5-0... I stayed in the ring following the match and I made a promise, a promise that no matter who the hell my random partner would be, I would be the winner of the tournament... a promise that thus far, I have lived up to... and plan to fully live up to.

The Opening Round

Misty, that is who my random partner was... an SCW Bombshell legend, a great talent in the ring, and someone with loads and loads of history here in SCW. Only one problem, Misty hit her head at Inception and was suffering from amnesia. She didn't know who she was, how to wrestle, or anything... fuck my life right? We Tweeted back and forth a bit throughout the week and then we actually bumped into each other before our match, luckily because she didn't even know who I was... ah our match. ADAM FUCKING STONE, talk about a douchebag from my past who was trying to rebuild his career. But I proved that he was nothing more than a washed up prick... and while I did that, Misty took out his partner Mikah, with a nice CLEAN roll up pin... that's right, 6-0. Adam Stone should have stayed retired, and poor Mikah.... she just couldn't handle the amnesia.

Quarter Finals

Week off the week after our first match? Nah, instead we get booked against Mercedes Vargas and JT Midas. One half of the Dick Lick Clique. I had been wanting to get my hands on one of these two since I stepped foot in the SCW, and this time I finally got to...oh, and he met the Highlight, what a coincidence right? With a name like the Dick Lick Clique, you'd think that they would be a bunch of garbage pricks, and exactly what they panned out to be.... where are they now anyways? Pride Pro or something? That place that takes up every other promotions trash and thinks they have something good going. Cute, JT Midas got his ass kicked by me and after all the shit he had talked about me, knew he could never step into an SCW ring again without feeling like the loser that he is... so he did what he does best. He took Caleb Houston, they held each other by their dicks, and they skipped away, to the next place, as usual. And oh yeah… 7-0...

Relaxation

I FINALLY got some relaxing in when it came to the week after kicking JT Midas’ ass and kicking him basically the fuck out of SCW. I still showed up and of course, bumped into that weirdo Holly Wood who nearly raped me, yet again. Other than that, it was a laid back night, and I got to just watch and enjoy the show. I got to watch Kaelin make his way to the Semi-Finals and a few other decent matches. It felt good not having to kick anyone’s ass, not that I didn’t enjoy that but… I figure it’s nice to give people’s asses a break here and there, and then just...kick them again.

The Blaze of Glory Setup

The show before the big one, the second biggest show, the build up show, the show where everyone goes all out and does what they can do before the actual BIG SHOW… and boy did we live up to that one this time, didn’t we? Well, I fucking sure as hell did. Talk about the perfect night, I mean...it just does not get much more perfect than what went down at this show. Perfection at it’s finest, REJECTS shine, Watts shines… and the setup for Blaze of Glory 4, perfect… for me at least. All week we teased a new member of the REJECTS, so of course... to open up the night, Kaelin and I did just that. We came out, teased a bit more, got the fans all riled up and excited, and who was the new members? Kaelin's personal choice, Lord Raab! This guy is a monster I will give him that, now all he has to do is prove he is REJECT material, prove he is a true monster, and destroy everything in his way... just like I ordered him to do. And then... then I bumped into Misty, which worked out good because she came back to my locker room and we went over some...things. And we all know what happened next. Semi-Finals match. Erik Staggs thought he had what it takes to get to the finals. But then a mysterious woman comes to the ring, distracts Staggs, and while he is distracted... well, HIGHLIGHT! 8-0... TOURNAMENT FINALS… but who was this woman? Well, we all found out quickly, the newest Bombshell in SCW and the newest member of the REJECTS. Desiree Parker, the Bad Girl… and that is exactly what she was that night, a bad girl..The REJECTS introduced its two newest members and the REJECT himself, Andrew Watts… I secured my spot in the tournament finals, one step away from securing my SCW Heavyweight Championship match.

Tournament Finals - Blaze of Glory 4

Oh...it’s fucking showtime…




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Shoot


There comes a time where everyone is watching, everyone is wondering, what will happen next? Who will it be? What will we see? Will it be a shock, will it be what we expected? Will it just be, the same old shit? We ask ourselves all of these questions, and we ask others, we Tweet, we wonder, we dream… we ask all of these questions, many which remain unanswered. And then we just slowly forget about them. Time passes by and as we continue on with everything, we forget the questions, we forget everything, we forget the past, we forget the people in it, and all we can focus on in the current, and of course… the future. Sometimes people say that we focus too much on the future. That we need to live in the present moment, and not worry about what happens next. These people are idiots, because what happens next is the most important thing. Because while now may be the moment… in the future, the future will be the present moment. You ever thought of that? No, of course you haven’t… idiot.

Passing the torch… they say that there comes a time where the torch must be passed on, where the new generation must rise, a time where we must say out with the old and in with the new. So what about this… torch? The humble flame that empowers the chosen, it survives through the ages. The flame guides them to lead others, and to help those lost in the darkness. Those that bear the flame, they are given many responsibilities. The flame draws the confused and lost, to give them hope through its representative. Alas, man is not immortal… so the time will come, that he must relinquish the flame. Many will be saddened by change, but may their eyes remain towards the flame. Its embers still burn in the previous host, as it takes residence in the successor.


”Me? I don’t want no fucking torch “passed” to me. Fuck that noise, I plan on putting out the flame, breaking your torch in half, and lighting my own torch, a new torch… a new blood here in SCW. It’s time for a new era, the Andrew Watts era… and that all starts this Sunday when I become the Blast from the Past tournament winner, and gain my shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship. The Championship that will be worn around my waist, before you all know it. Whether it is Gabriel who still holds the belt, Sean Jackson… or even Drexel Matheson. None of them scare me. Drexel has already felt the wrath of the Highlight, and is under my defeat column here in SCW. Sean Jackson is nothing but a man who was a failure as the SCW Heavyweight Champion and will once again prove why he lost the Title to Gabriel in the first place, and Gabriel… ahh, Gabriel is the man with the torch… the torch that I can’t wait to put out. Whether he still holds it or not, is up to him… but the torch WILL be put out, you can count on it…”

Andrew fucking Watts.. that is who I am. I smirked as I took a deep breath. The next fucking SCW Heavyweight Champion… again, that is who I am. I nodded my head confidently as I ran my finger under my chin, my hands falling at my sides. Despayre? Big fucking deal. Amanda Cortez? Yeah, Misty can take her with one hand tied behind her back. Andrew Watts? Misty? Fucking unstoppable, and anyone who doesn’t know it? Clueless idiots. I exhaled once more, I hated being back in Europe, could this damn tour be over with? I shook my head, whatever.

”Blaze of Glory… the 4th annual Blaze of Glory. Go figure, my favorite number is 4, my lucky number actually. Even better? This is our FOURTH match of the tournament, double lucky right? You mix that luck, with my skill in the ring, and there is no way in hell that Misty and Andrew Watts will be losing this match, not that there would be a way anyways. Despayre and Amanda Cortez, honestly? How the FUCK did these two end up in the finals? I mean, yeah… they’re decent, they’re okay… but come on now, match them up against two top class competitors like Misty and myself, and they are a short, stupid nobody, and a dumb, bimbo, bitch nobody. Amanda still Tweets me on the daily, I’m not sure if she thinks it gets in my head, I’m not sure if she has a crush on me, and I’m not sure if she just has no life and nothing better to do. But news flash for you Ms. Redhead Mean Girl Bitch… you should get your ass off of Twitter and start focusing on this match, because you are about to face the HARDEST task of your wrestling career. You think you’re something because you are in the Mean Girls? Lindsay Lohan wannabe bitch, that’s all you are. You’re in a damn stable named after a movie about a bunch of stuck up, High School whores who all probably end up pregnant, or coked out by age 20, hashtag, Lindsay Lohan.. a..k..a… you. Maybe you should get your shit straight, get your ass off of Twitter, and start training for this match. Your Tweets are almost as horrible as your in ring ability there Amanda Lohan, so maybe step into the ring and brush up on your ring skills… because we are going to take you down so bad at Blaze of Glory that you’ll be too embarrassed to ever Tweet again. Talk some more shit, because bitches get what they deserve… hashtag rude. Is that enough hashtags for your ass, Ms. Twitter?”

I smirk, as I glow with confidence. I could feel some sweat building in my underarms I was getting into this, pit stains are sexy right? Shit, anything involving me is sexy. I nod my head as I rub my hands together, placing them in my hair and running them both back through my hair, grabbing the back of my hair, squeezing as I smirk to the one side.

”Amanda, you are definitely something different… and trust me, that is not a compliment, I mean that in the worst way possible.You call me a jerk over and over, and for some reason you think that is being so harsh, you think that calling me a jerk repeatedly is going to get in my head and make me angry, make me lose focus and worry about the fact that Amanda Whore-tez thinks I am a joke, and cause me to blow this match. Listen here redhead whore, if you want to get into someone’s head, you’re going to have to go way deeper than calling them a name that a Kindergarten student wouldn’t even get in trouble for. You’ll never be nothing more than sidekick. You walk around, showing off that Bombshell Tag Team Title that Veronica Taylor basically stole for you two. That’s right, I give her all of the credit. I mean, she laid out your opponent with the Tag Team Title belt, she dragged your body onto her, she got the referee up… she did everything and you got the credit with the pin. But see Amanda, that is what you are. A sidekick, nothing more. Despayre has carried you through this tournament, somehow… which is sad because, well, he isn’t one to be too impressed with. You are nothing with your Mean Girls, Amanda… you are nothing with Despayre… shit, honestly? You’re nothing with them either. Your clock is ticking, it’s only a matter of time before you get your reality check, and when you do… say goodbye, to everything. You’ve had your 4 seconds of fame, I hope you’ve enjoyed them because you won’t be seeing any more fame. The only thing you’ll be seeing is how damn scuffed up that canvas is after a few matches, because your face will become one with the canvas… and the two of you will be great friends in my opinion.”

I let go of my hair, my eyes looking down at the ground for a few seconds as I take a couple of team breathes. I tug down on my Armani Exchange grey and white t-shirt as I begin to crack my knuckles, counting the cracks… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10… 11… 11, not a bad number of cracks. I lift my head up, staring forward… I smirk, but… that’s nothing new now is it? Rhetorical question.

”You know, people have been asking me a question… over and over, for almost two weeks now. Ever since the last Climax Control before Blaze of Glory, I just keep getting asked this, over and over… and over. And it’s honestly one of the most idiotic, dumbest, and annoying questions that anyone could ask someone, especially me… and the funny thing? My answer and opinion on it has not changed one damn bit, and not one damn time...so, what is this question exactly? Well, since Despayre beat Alex Kaelin, aren’t you worried he is going to beat you too? Like, why the fuck am I being asked that on a regular basis, are people that stupid? Or do they just like to act that way?”

I shake my head, my eyes glowing with a bit of frustration as I bite down on my bottom lip for a quick second. I let out a short breath, pausing for a second, shaking my head once more as I let go of my lip and place my hands at my sides. People are fucking stupid, I roll my eyes as I continue on about this… question.

”Just because Alex Kaelin, member of the REJECTS, and good friend of mine… didn’t win the match against Despayre, doesn’t mean shit for Despayre beating me, and doesn’t mean shit for the REJECTS. Did any of you idiots actually watch that match? Because Despayre DID NOT defeat Alex Kaelin, no, no, no… Alex Kaelin was never pinned, and still to this day, much like myself… he has never been pinned in the SCW. So get your facts straight before talking shit. Alex Kaelin carried Jade Octopus Alcatraz all the way to the Semi-Finals of this tournament. He carried one of, if not the worst Bombshell in the SCW through three damn rounds of this tournament… then he leaves her in the ring alone for about 15 seconds, and how does she repay him? She gets knocked the fuck out and pinned to get them eliminated from the tournament. Alex Kaelin didn’t lose anything, he didn’t lose to Despayre, he didn’t lose a match… all he did was get stuck with a garbage partner who couldn’t take care of herself when Alex wasn’t there to save her ass every five seconds like in their previous matches. But if people really believe that just because Despayre has a win over Kaelin, he will have a win over me, lets take a look back at people who have defeated other REJECTS and then gone on to face me… shall we?”

The look on my face has turned confident again as I flash a smirk, placing my hands on my hips, taking a deep breath as I tilt my head to the left, and then to the right. I take another breath, my hands still at my hips as I continue.

”First there was JT Midas and Caleb Houston… the Clique that enjoys to Lick the Dick. They defeated both Alex Kaelin and Gavin Stephens, pinning Gavin. Two REJECTS go down, in a lucky win of course. So everyone instantly said that the Dick Licking and Clique-ing connection was better than the REJECTS, of course they would, right? But what happened when JT Midas stepped into the ring with Andrew fucking Watts? That’s right… Highlight… Highlight… Highlight… the mother fucker became just another Highlight on the Andrew Watts’ Highlight Reel, and what did he do? He packed his bags and ran away like the little bitch that he is, holding little boy wonder Caleb Houston by the dick as they ran away to find a new place, where nobody would know them, where they would try again for people to like them, where they once again will fail… and repeat their process, over and over again, as always. Ha. So, who else? Drexel Matheson, he beat Gavin Stephens right? Another REJECT loss, but what happened when Drexel Matheson stepped into the ring with Andrew fucking Watts? Highlight… Highlight… MOTHER FUCKING HIGHLIGHT! That is what happened the the undeserving piece of trash who is somehow in the SCW Heavyweight Championship match. Am I mad? Am I jealous? I am not… shit, I hope he wins, because if he does.. then fuck it, I get to Highlight his ass again, give him a second round on the Highlight Reel, I always enjoy guests who come back for seconds… it’s always a great time. So you see Despayre, you may think that because you beat a REJECT, barely.. .that you have the REJECTS in your back pocket. You’ll probably come out here and talk about how you beat one REJECT so why the hell won’t you beat another, right? Of course  am right. But see Despy, you are wrong… because this REJECT has never felt defeat in SCW… this REJECT has taken out opponent after fucking opponent in SCW… this REJECT shows each and every mother fucking opponent, what the true wrath of a REJECT is. That is what happens when you step into the ring with Andrew fucking Watts. You may have gotten this far Despayre, but sadly for you… this is as far as you get. Because this is my show, and this is my era… so Despayre, I really hope for your sake that you’ve been working extra hard to somewhat look decent in the ring against me. But no matter how hard you work, just know one thing… you’ll never be as good as me, and you will fail… again, and again.”

I remove my hands from my hips as I slap them together in front of me, causing a loud clap, echoing throughout the vicinity. I nod my head with a confident smirk, my eyes glaring with confidence as I let my hands fall to my sides. I take a deep breath, staring forward, towards the future… towards the SCW Heavyweight Championship that will be worn around my waist, I see it… and I know everybody else does too. It’s fucking there. I slap my hands together one more time as I continue.

”So Despayre, Amanda… I hope you two have enjoyed this “run” of yours, if that is what you want to call it. Because your legs are about to tire, the running is going to stop… the run is going to end, and my run? Well, lets just say that these fucking legs never get tired. I will keep on winning, I will keep on embarrassing opponent, after mother fucking opponent, week in and week out. For almost 4 months now I have taken SCW by storm and made it my bitch, and what makes you think I will do any different over the next 4 months? Or the 4 months after that? And then the 4months after that? It will continue. I will show SCW what true perfection is, I will show the SCW what it is like to have a TRUE leader, someone who is the face of the company, and someone who is the creator of an era, and era that actually means something. We are all witnessing the making of the Andrew Watts era, and it all begins this Sunday… when I hit the Highlight on Despayre, and make him my bitch, just like the rest of them. Despayre, I just have one question for you, you short, idiotic, annoying piece of garbage… and that question is a simple one, one that I have asked many… one that many obviously answered wrong… so Despayre… ARE… YOU… READY?!?!? Because it’s almost time Despayre, the clock is ticking… and when that alarm goes off, make sure that you know... it's Highlight Time...”

I crack a smile, shrugging a shoulder as I nod my head. I think that was fun, but isn't it always fun? I reached back, running my hand across my lower back, I had almost forgotten about the pains, because... lately they were just non-existent. these pain pills were really fucking kicking in, and I wasn’t feeling any pain, no sharp pains, no tightness, no stiffness… nothing. But there was one thing I could feel, and that was being the tournament winners, and then having that SCW Heavyweight Championship wrapped around my fucking waist, thrown over my shoulder, held in my hands... everywhere it belongs. You know what I could really fucking use right now? A shot, a shot and a beer… that would be fucking amazing, everything is fucking amazing and do you fucking know why? Because I am Andrew fucking Watts, and when you are Andrew fucking Watts...and things are going as perfect as they are for me right now, when the pieces to the puzzle are falling so easily into place, like they are falling right now… well, then it is mother fucking great… and there was not a damn thing I would change right now… not… a… damn… thing. Blaze of Glory 4 is coming, it is coming quick, and fast… but the important part? I am fucking ready for it. I was born ready for it.




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The Interview


It really fucking sucked being back in Europe, I was honestly really enjoying being home in America for a good week and a half… I almost didn’t want to come back, but this was the last stop… the last stop on the tour, and the last stop on the beginning of a new era. The flight here was horrible, the weather was shitty all over, I had delays like a mother fucker, and it wore me the fuck out. Luckily when I got back last night, Kaelin and me had some beers, got pretty shit faced, and well… I honestly don’t really fucking remember the rest of the night, just that Kaelin tried singing karaoke in Swedish, problem is… he doesn’t speak Swedish. And I am pretty sure I pissed on a passed out fat guy, but hey… shit happens right?

”Man was my head spinning, talk about a hangover at it’s finest. Felt like I just boxed Mike Tyson, pre ear biting.”

Random thoughts running through my head as usual, basically daydreaming, or talking to myself in my head, or something… I am not really sure what it was, but I found myself doing it quite a bit lately, and it was… well, weird. So much for sleeping in today, that was the plan. But apparently SCW is having some kind of press conference, and everyone competing at Blaze of Glory 4 was supposed to be attending this stupid ass thing. I looked down, I am surprised I even was able to fucking get dressed today. I looked pretty damn good too: a pair of faded blue Armani jeans, a white tanktop, fuck it… maybe I didn’t look that good, but… I really could give two shits right now. I ran my hand back through my hair as I felt the headache of my hangover throbbing as I pushed my hair backwards.

”Fuck, fuck this shit.”

I said out loud as I shook my head, I just wanted to get this over with. Luckily I didn’t have to go out on stage, they just wanted me to do some kind of interview… so I told them I would, only, I didn’t exactly explain what kind of interview. They said I had to do one, they didn’t say with who, they didn’t say about what… they just said, I had to do an interview. And I planned out to do exactly that, REJECT fucking style. Kaelin and me may have figured the best idea out ever last night… speaking of that fucking bitch, where the hell was…

”I got dragged out of bed for a fucking press conference? This.. This is bullshit..”

I heard Kaelin talking from behind me. I nodded my head, about time he fucking showed up. I turned around as I saw Kaelin approaching. He was walking towards me and looked like complete garbage, as usual. I stared him down as he tugged down on his white and black t-shirt, I think it was white and black… looked like it had some fucking stains on it too, and his jeans… pretty sure he bought them at a dollar store or garage sale. This dude was strange, he dressed like he was poor, but he wasn’t… that is why I dug this dude, he was fucking different, but he is definitely a bad ass mother fucker.

”I didn’t drag you out of bed for shit, you can thank your bosses for this… our bosses I guess. Like they said, everyone fucking competing at Blaze of Glory 4 better show up for this press conference. So, there is your people to blame, dick.”

I ran my hand back through my hair again, my head was throbbing, I really fucking hated these things, and I really did not want to be here right now, but I had no fucking choice apparently… Kaelin looked like he felt the same way as he stood just a few feet away from me, his eyes slowly closing… and reopening again. This dude was fucked up last night, no wonder he tried singing Swedish karaoke… or was it Russian? Either way, he sounded like...a complete non foreigner, which wasn’t the goal. I took a deep breath, looking around. Kaelin continued to blabber on about Sweden… apparently he had some new Swedish fetish or some shit.

”Well fuck them and fuck you as well. These people can’t even speak Swedish, do they even have a translator available? Okay, someone tell me how to say the word ‘Cunt’ in Swedish.”

I arch an eyebrow, what the fuck is up with him and Swedish?

”Dude why have you been talking about Sweden and trying to speak Swedish since last night… we are in fucking Denmark, I don’t understand what your random ass obsession with Sweden is ever since we got back to Europe...”

Alex shook his head, in his eyes it was all the same. He was not obsessed really, but cussing at people in the swedish language was something that had become kind of a hobby for him.

”Swedish, Denmark. All the same fucking thing really, they don't speak English so fuck them.”

I shook my head, what the fuck… he wasn’t speaking English when he got drunk last night either. God only know what language he was speaking, because… I don’t think anyone else in the world has ever heard that language before. I sigh, as I look around.

”We need to find cameras, or a camera, or something… and get this fucking interview over with… you see anything?”

I continue to look around, my eyes panning the room, not really seeing anyone. I look towards Kaelin who looks around as well. He didn’t see any cameras or so much as a staffer holding a smartphone. He grumbled a little bit because he still had a hangover as well.
>”You would think they would have arrows pointing us in the direction we are suppose to go, or at least point us in the direction of some food. Do they even have a catering table at this event?”

I shook my head, how the fuck was I supposed to know… I couldn’t even find a cam… there! I pointed towards a staff member holding a nice sized camera and filming random shit.

”There we go.. a fucking camera, about damn time...”

I turn around and see Kaelin stuffing his face with Cinnamon Rolls, those things are fucking delicious but probably not the best thing to eat the morning after a heavy night of drinking.

”Dude what the fuck are you even doing… where the fuck did you even find food? Come on, we have to go have the most epic interview in SCW history, just like we fucking planned… you’re like a fucking child today I swear.”

I grab Kaelin by the wrist as I begin to walk. He stops me as I see him drop his food to the ground, literally making a fucking mess, just like a child… exactly like I told him. I grab him by the shoulder and shake him a bit to try and wake him up as his eyes slowly begin to start fading, what the fuck, did he get roofied last night?

”Uh oh...”

What the fuck did uh oh mean…? I arched an eyebrow, lightly slapping him in the face to wake him up… nothing, what the fuck? I went to last resort and I… I ball tapped him, his eyes shot wide open like lightning as he hunched over, grabbing his junk.

”You fucking good now, dick?”

As I ball tapped him and he lets out a slight groan, he hunches over a bit more and I try to get him to stand up straight again. Then suddenly I heard the sound of his stomach turning and a groan and then… that mother fucker fucking threw up all over me, exorcist style. He took a step back, upset that he got a little bit on his shoes then looked up and saw that I was covered in puke that had a slight hint of cinnamon to it. Was he fucking serious right now? I looked forward at him, furious as my eyes opened up with fire… white shirt… vomit… fucking seriously?

”Oh shit.. Dude, I.. Fuck.. My bad bro. I promise, I’ll buy you a new shirt okay?”

I didn’t even know what to say… we legit had the best fucking interview planned, it was going to rock the SCW universe, and it was fucking perfectly set up.. and this douchebag just fucking threw up on me… literally, all fucking over me… I didn’t fucking want a new shirt. I didn’t, ugh…

”You fucking...”

I didn’t even finish my sentence, nothing.I shook my head and turned around, taking off my shirt and throwing it to the ground as vomit splashed everywhere, hopefully on that fucker’s shoes too. I walked towards the exit, I was done with this shit, fucking fuck Europe, fuck these press conferences, and fuck all of the bullshit. I was going back to my fucking hotel room, taking a shower, taking another show… and probably taking about four more showers after that… and then fucking going to sleep until Blaze of Glory… I just wanted to get this shit done with, and go fucking back to America, back to my fucking bed, and back to normal… I hope Kaelin fucking gets diarrhea too.




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Blaze of Glory… 4


And then there comes that time, where it is time… does that make any sense, like did it make sense to you, because it made a lot of sense to me? You probably didn’t really understand it, but… well, it’s time. And when I say it is time, we should all know what time it is… no, it’s not Highlight time, that’s not it, well… it almost is, but… not quite yet. However it is time for the SuperCard, it is time for fucking Blaze of Glory 4 and it is sure as hell time for the Andrew fucking Watts era. The new era of SCW, the one that has been slowly moving into motion since I signed on the dotted line… since I debuted and put Hydro out… since Drexel Matheson ate shit trying to take me down… since Clint Outlaw and Wallace Jordan fell victims to my Highlight one after the other… since Gabriel Asar checked out of SCW after being embarrassed by me… since Adam Stone, JT Midas, and Erik Staggs all felt what it is like to face a world class, top of the line, showstopper. I have been here just 4 short months, but I have done more than others who have been here for 4 years have done. I may be flying a bit lower under the radar, because I don’t have gold yet, because I haven’t been in a Championship match… but trust me, those who don’t look at me as top of the line material? You’re picturing me as the most underrated superstar in SCW then… because I AM the TOP DOG… you can count on that, although, if you are too dumb to see that, you probably can’t count period.

”I’ve waited a long time for tonight… tonight, it all starts… tonight is the end of all of the small build up bullshit, and the beginning of the real deal… the Andrew Watts Era.”

That ran through my head, one of the many…. many thoughts that ran through my fucking head. Ugh, it was amazing, it was finally Blaze of Glory. Tonight, Sunday, March 8th… I was going to start my road to the SCW Heavyweight Championship by Highlighting Despayre, pinning him, hearing the 1..2..3… and then becoming the Number One Contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship… and whether Gabriel, Sean Jackson, or Drexel Matheson hold the Championship, there is no stopping me. The belt, WILL be mine. I ran my hand back through my hair, I was already in my black wrestling trunks... the white and blue designs on the legs looking better than ever... Watts printed across the back of my waist band. I had on a white cutoff shirt, and my black leather wrestling boots. I looked down at the ground, nodding my head… a few hours, a few more hours and it was all going down. I slammed my fists together, not in anger, but in confidence as I nodded my head… focused, extremely focused.

”Hey loser, you ready for tonight?”

I chuckle at the word loser, or the fact that anyone would ever associate that word with me, especially considering the run I have been on as of late… but I guess, this one person was allowed to use that term towards me… considering I didn’t want to rip her head off when she said it, and well, she meant it in a completely different way than the actual meaning, at least… she better. I nodded my head as I heard her voice from behind me.

”Oh, I am more ready than I have ever been in my life… more ready than I have ever been in my career… I am the definition of ready. I can’t wait to step between those ropes and get in the ring with Despayre. I can’t wait to enter the match as a tournament finalist and exit the match as the tournament WINNER. It’s all that has been running through my head: I’ve dreamt it, I can smell it, I can taste it… it’s literally, right there.”

Desiree smacked her right hand against my upper right shoulder, squeezing against my bare skin as she got just under the cutoff shirt I was wearing. She giggled a bit as she replied to my response.

”Right, you smell it, you taste it… sure you aren’t dreaming of food? Because, there could be a mix up judging by the way you are describing things. I mean, it’s a common mix up… Despayre sort of looks like a lamb or something, and Amanda is definitely a pig… I could easily see how you could accidentally mistake one, or the other, or both… as, well… food.”

I shake my head, as I run my hand across my eyes, closing them for a second and pushing my fingers against them, rubbing them for a quick second before turning around to look at Desiree. Desiree looked HOT: a pair of black Valentino smooth calfskin over-the-knee boots, styled with wide goldtone rockstud ankle strap, skinny white G-Star jeans that definitely made that ass look amazing, and a pretty cute light blue Hugo Boss cotton-silk blouse that of course... showed off her, well...ladies. I nodded my head as I stared at her for a second, kind of just wanting to rip her clothes off and get a pre-match workout in, but… I would rather keep those thoughts to myself, for now.

”Yeah actually, I am pretty sure I mean winning the tournament, as far as food goes… that isn’t a priority right now. I have one priority, and I think I have made it pretty damn clear as to what that is. I have said it over, and over… and over again for the last 2 weeks, and I think I have pretty much convinced the world about what is about to happen here in the SCW. Everyone knows that the Andrew Watts Era is here, everyone knows that it’s going to happen and hell… everyone who doesn’t know, they are faking it, just like a sloppy old porn star, faking it. Tonight may not seem like an important night in history, it may not go down as an important night in history. But Desiree, tonight is the start of something historic… and you can count on it, because that’s a promise.”

I look forward into her eyes with confidence as she sort of just gives me her regular, resting bitch face… so typical, a look she just, always had. She nodded her head, crossing her arms across her chest. She was pretty upset about not being booked tonight, especially after her impressive debut at the previous Climax Control… maybe they couldn’t find anyone crazy enough to agree to get into the ring with her… and honestly, shit, I couldn’t really blame them either. I smirked as she shook her head, rolling her eyes and began to speak.

”Hey, yeah… such history. What the fuck am I supposed to do tonight? Like, why am I even here? I am not booked… I basically play the biggest part in getting you into the finals, I threaten every fucking Bombshell’s arse on the roster, and I put on one hell of a debut, and I don’t even get a match? Talk about bullshit, I basically don’t even have a reason to be here in horribly garbage Copenhagen, one of my most hated cities, shit… Denmark is just one of those countries that… just nobody likes. I don’t understand how people can even live in this dumb.”

She lets her hands fell to her sides as she is speaking, and then pauses for a second, taking a short breath, rolling her eyes as she disses Denmark and then looking back towards me with a cocky smirk on her face… once again, the face.

”Feel special by the way, I came to support you… since, you know… I guess you are kind of, alright.”

She looked away as she said this last sentence, crossing her arms at the same time, somehow able to cross them over those things. I smirk, nodding my head with confidence as I stare at her, she is still looking to the side, not really trying to look at me. I shake my head with a half chuckle as I place my hands on my hips and I begin to speak.

”Well, maybe they just couldn’t find someone that was stupid enough to actually want to step into the ring with you, you know Desiree? Maybe they had a hard time finding someone who would agree to step into the ring with The Bad Girl, shit… I can’t blame them… you really are a mean bitch, not to be an asshole, but… if I was a woman, I wouldn’t want to be on the other side of the ring from you… oh and, yeah, I appreciate it… glad to know that you are so excited for my match tonight, I can see the excitement in your bored eyes right now.”

She looked back at me, instantly slapping me in the chest as I shook my head, her mouth playfully dropping as if to say “wow, really?” as she stared forward at me for a quick second before quickly replying, her tone a bit more energetic than previously, not as down, not as miserable, not as bitchy… she actually almost sounded nice, kind of… not really.

”Dick, wow… thank you asshole, I appreciate that you are studying me so well and seem to know everything about me. Shouldn’t you be like, stretching, or doing what you older people do before your matches? Icing your back, maybe rubbing some Icy Hot all over you something like that? Oh, and hell no… do not get any ideas, because I sure as hell am not rubbing anything on you, I hate the way that shit smells anyways, disgusting. So whats the deal champ, no pre-match ritual? You don’t have lucky underwear, or lucky socks, or something you do before your match to give yourself the edge, at least in your head?”

Desiree arched an eyebrow as she asked away with her questions, she crossed her arms over her beautiful chest once again as I stared forward at her eyes, then down at her chest, then back up at her eyes again. I shrugged a shoulder, giving her a half smirk, and staring back into her eyes with confidence as I replied.

”Pre match ritual? What the fuck do I look like, someone who needs luck on their side? When you have this much experience, this much skill, and this much momentum going into things, you don’t need luck, you don’t need a pre match ritual, or pre match blowjob or anything that will boost… wait a second, speaking of a pre match blowjob. Why don’t you...”

Before I could even finish that sentence I felt her closed fist, crushing into my lower abdomen, pushing up in an uppercut form as she bites her bottom lip. I hunch over slightly, throwing my left hand over my abdomen as I let out a light laugh, I definitely deserved that one, nice punch too. I nod my head, standing up straight again as I smile, looking forward at Desiree who shakes her head, still biting her lip as I keep my hand on the area that she just throw a body uppercut to. She shakes her head as she responds to me comment, well… comment that I almost made.

”Like you said, if you were a woman, you would hate to be the bitch on the other side of the ring from me… I don’t blame you one bit. Watch your fucking mouth asshole, you don’t ask a woman like me for a blowjob, and if you get one… you feel honored as fuck, like EXTREMELY damn special. In other words, you’ll probably never get to feel the amazingness of these lips, sucks don’t it? Show a little more respect next time, and maybe I won’t uppercut you so hard… show less respect, and maybe you won’t make it to your match tonight… got it? Dick.”

Wow talk about feisty, the funny part? She was literally a bit angry towards me as she said all of this. I shook my head, rolling my eyes, I didn’t give a fuck what she said, she liked me… and, I am sure I could… well, nevermind. I chuckle lightly as I nod my head, looking straight ahead at her, and letting my arm fall back to my side, good uppercut… but, not enough to hurt for more than a few seconds.

”Oh please, relax yourself… don’t be so uptight, take a joke for once in your life… just like you take other things so easily… ha! See, that, that was a joke… so don’t think about throwing a punch, just relax and learn to take the insult in like a normal person. But then again....”

Before I could finish my sentence, she literally finished it for me… exactly, word for word what I was going to say. I was impressed.

”I’m not normal...”

Exactly what I was going to say, it’s as if she read my mind, or maybe it was just common sense and we both knew it. I smirked as she nodded her head and continued on speaking.

”What is the fun in being normal anyways? Why be a basic, mean bitch like Mercedes Vargas when I can be a cruel, original, extremely fucked up bitch like Desiree Parker. Why want to be like those stupid Mean Girls who think they’re cool with their High School humor, and bullying the Bombshell roster like they are some cool bimbos in High School… I guess some little whores never grow up eh? They just keep fucking walking around like they are the shit, how has nobody shut these bitches up yet? I mean, Delia? Sounds like a fucking dick is in her mouth every other word… Mercedes Vargas? Her name just says “I blew the staff to get to where I am today.” Veronica Taylor… poor bitch, her name is Veronica, I won’t even bash any further… and Amanda Whore-tez… well, the name says it all. This Bombshell roster is a joke, and it is dominated by an even bigger joke, the Mean Girls. I can’t wait to take them all down, one… by one… by one… you say the Andrew Watts Era is coming? Well, don’t get too excited there sweetheart, because… so is the Desiree Parker Era. I hope you’re ready to share some spotlight, because… I’m stealing it, a lot of it...”

I nod my head as she keeps on talking, she is getting pretty into it.. she should save this shit for a promo or something, maybe go off about it in the ring, put some fear into the Bombshells. She sounded good though, she sounded right… I think my cockiness was rubbing off on her, because honestly? She sounded like a female version of me, shit… maybe even better… nah, not better, but definitely… solid. I smirk as I respond to her.

”I think that is a spotlight I could share… with you only, of course. You sure you want to be seen in that spotlight with me?”

Desiree confidently nods her head as she takes a step closer to me, looking up at me.

”Umm… yeah, I am very… very sure.”

She says this quite seductively as she looks up into my eyes, grabbing the neck of my cut off shirt with her hands as she continues to look up into my eyes. I look down into hers as she bites her bottom lip and I smirk with confidence, staring down and nodding my head as I continue.

”Well Desiree… the spotlight is on me, but I am sure very soon it will be on you… on us. Us, that sounds kind of… weird, ish.. in a good way I guess. I hope you understand what being in the spotlight is like, because once you’re in it, you won’t want to be out of it… and once you’re out of it, you won’t get back in it that easily. Tonight, I enter the spotlight, for a long… loooong time. Whether you enter it with me, well that is up to you… woman.”

I smirk at her as I look down and just as I barely finish it, she pulls me towards her, locking lips with me again… wow, twice in one week, I must be special or something. That or she has just been horny this week. I kiss back and she legit bites my bottom lip, which never felt too good considering she had sharp, vamp like teeth on her edge teeth… but it was kind of hot, in a weird freaky way. She followed this but shoving her tongue into my mouth and I couldn’t help by find my hands squeezed up against her… well, ass, of course. I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist… it was Blaze of Glory alright, and talk about a Blaze of Glory wrapped around me right now, get it? Yeah, I know you do. She squeezed her legs tight around my waist, shoving her face even harder against mine, her arms wrapped around my head and neck as she continued to play her tongue with mine. She was really into this lately, totally not like her, not the version of her that I knew at least. But, hey… who was I to complain about this, right? I guess maybe I’d get in one more pre match workout, one more wouldn’t hurt right? Oh and when I say this one, I really… really mean it, with pun intended and all, literally...

CLIMAX…




   
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Wins |16| Losses |3| Draws |0|

2015 Blast from the Past Winner
SCW World Tag Team Champion
(x1)


| Victims |
Adam Stone
Amanda Cortez
Big Tiger(x3)
Casey Williams
Clint Outlaw
- Highlighted
Dark Tiger(x3)
- Highlighted(x1)
Despayre
Drexel Matheson
- Highlighted
Eric Staggs
- Highlighted
Gabriel Asar
- Highlighted
Gavin Stephens
- Toxic Stomped
Hydro - Highlighted
Joshua Acquin - Highlighted
J2H
JT Midas
- Highlighted
Lord Raab
- Highlighted
Mercedes Vargas
Mikah
Narly
Necra Octavian Kane
Radical
Steve Ramone
Wallace Jordan
- Highlighted