[Mark Ward]

 AMY MARSHALL vs MERCEDES VARGAS vs "THE SIREN" KATE STEELE vs TRACI PATTERSON vs KAHLAN "BLISS" FISCHER

Post all roleplays for this match, in this thread.

Good luck!

[Bliss]

 A/N: Bliss' father winning a silver medal in the 1976 Olympics is of course purely fictional but for the purposes of this story please take it as gospel.  

***
Miserable.

After losing to that hack of a wrestler... if you could even call her that, Violet Ripley. What the fuck?!

The medic is pulling at the skin on my forehead, quickly stitching it. I wasn't concerned about scaring right now. Right now... my mind was on the fact that I'd just lost my job. My dignity.

What the fuck was I thinking getting back in a ring?

Beside me, my boyfriend... although I hated using that word. It seemed so juvenile yet saying 'partner' also seemed wrong too. He was just... mine. Chris and I had been together for a few months now. I'd lost count as to exactly how many. Days had kinda blurred into each other since I'd flown out to Japan for a whole two weeks just to see him finish up his tournament. I'd been there when he'd lost his final match.

He'd still been married, although divorce was inevitable but in all honestly, our 'romance' really started then. The nights we'd spent curled up together, turning off the sound on the Japanese television to fill in our own words.  How we'd pigged out on weird chip flavours. Went for walks and took touristy pictures in front of vending machines that allowed you to catch a live lobster.

My favourite had been walking through that garden. My only regret the it wasn't during spring time when all the cherry blossoms were in bloom, but Chris had promised to bring me back just for that. I mean if I didn't manage to fuck this relationship up like all the others.

But anyway, where was I?  Oh yes. Stitches... hand holding, reminiscing.  

I grew up in wrestling and I've had my share of injuries. Cuts, scrapes, sprains, concussions, torn ACL... twice... Two corrective surgeries. yea. My dad, yea he won a silver metal in the 1976 Olympics when he was only 20. My brother Jeremy was 3 years old then and my mother, who was not his wife, was rapidly spending the money they earned before he could officially earn it. A silver metal was a big deal in our hometown. A small city just north of Toronto. Unfortunately, his own injuries forced him to not be able to compete in the next Olympics in 1980. He decided to train people instead and that's when Olympia was born. By the time I was born, I was the 5th 'surprise' to grace my father's life. It wasn't such a memorable time for my mother. She didn't even stick around long enough to see if I was healthy.  

I've gone off topic again. Sorry.

Chris squeezes my hand to try to reassure me that although I had been unconscious nearly twenty minutes ago, I was still alive. Still healthy... Except for the little piece of thread holding my forehead together right now. That did kinda suck, but I had satisfaction in knowing that Violet had more. A slight snide smile forms on my lips and it doesn't go unnoticed by Chris.

"What's that smile for Kah?"

I shake my head a little, pulling myself back from my daydreams.

"I was just thinking about how out of all the blood shed in that ring tonight, more of it was belonging to that psychopath than me."

He chuckles and at first I do too but then the other reality comes back to me. The one where I was without a job. Chris had just lost his job too not a few weeks before. NYCCW closing after nearly losing its shirt during the Supershow. I felt bad for Electra. My best friend in the world next to Roxi. She had gone into it thinking she could revive it for the glory it was with my ex Drake Hunter.

I won't get into that. Anyone who had seen my promo for my match with Violet will be well enough informed on that subject. I was just done with the whole thing. Done with her. Done with Drake. In fact, I was done with most of my exes and old friendships.  My flings. My desperate need to be loved. I may be depressed as shit right now, but I tell you, that is not at all because of my lack of love.

Chris Shields loved me more than himself. And that... was saying so much because Chris didn't love anybody more than himself. At least not in the few months I'd known him before we'd actually officially gotten together, but I was number one. He'd joke and say that I was a close second to anybody who asked but in reality... It was I. And I was completely honest when saying that Chris was mine too. Right up there with my family and really close friends.

Chris opens his mouth to say something when the door bursts open. The usually jovial brunette that enters is not so much right now; instead, she wears a frown of worry on her pretty face.  

What? Did I just say pretty? I... fuck... forget that, okay?  

...she wears a frown of worry on her... face. She rushes over to me and looks over the stitches that the medic has just finished putting in. She bites her bottom lip. I'd hung out with Ashley Chase enough over the last few weeks to know when she wasn't excited about something. Not to mention that this woman had an obvious crush on me. Me and Violet Ripley's older sister Heather...

I paid attention...

But she shakes her head.

"Are you okay Kah? How many fingers?"

She holds up her hands and starts randomly switching the ones she holds up so it's nearly impossible to tell how many for longer than a millisecond.

"Ash... Ash... ASH!"

My raise in voice stops her for a second and she looks at me wide-eyed and startled.

"I'm fine. Really. Okay?"

She nods her head, giving me that hangdog expression that she usually gets when she feels bad. The woman didn't like to see me angry; she especially disliked it when it was because of her. But for the most part, we'd been getting along pretty well. Despite the whole... innuendos thing, she did that annoyed me a little.

I'm not exactly someone that is too quiet about my appearance or what I like. I like attention. I like to be noticed. I like to see people favouriting my pictures on twitter. In fact, you could call me an attention whore. I admit it. I have no shame. I love my body. I love the way it looks in almost everything I wear. I love the fact that you could Google me and find every playboy shoot I ever did. I am not ashamed and I know that people will use that and my large number of exes against me but to be perfectly honest, how can you use something against someone when they own up to it? It's kinda like beating a dead horse.

"You're sure? Do you need anything? A hug?"

I look at Chris and his eyes sparkle. He has been telling me for a long time that if I wanted to 'sow some wild oats' that he was fine with it as long as he at least got to watch. I repeatedly told him that one little same-sex fling in college was not indicative of me being a lesbian or bi-sexual. It was just a thing to do then.

I'm not into women.

I'm about 99.5% sure of that.

I roll my eyes but let her give me a small hug. She seems temporarily satisfied with the contact, but I swear she got some side boob action in there when she let me go. Well, can't say I didn't appreciate the appreciation of them. I mean they are the best money can buy, so when people comment about how real they look I take the compliment gracefully.

"Well I gotta go and look after the show. Are you mad at me? For being here and doing this now that..."

She trails off. She wants to make sure I'm not pissed that she's interim GM and that because of my failure out there tonight she was the only GM there was. At least until Lucas hired someone new.

I wave her off. "It's fine Ash. Go and kill it. Chris and I are off now that I'm all sewn back together."

She bites her lip again but nods and leaves. Chris watches her go and I punch him in the arm, but it's not nearly as forceful. I'm fucking tired after all.

"Hey... I'm a guy, I'm going to look. You know where my heart is, though."

"Ya, ya. I can't really fault you that since I do look too. Lots of guys willing to take their shirts off on my timeline. Can't exactly avoid it without unfollowing them."

He nods and grabs my gym back from the floor. The medic puts a piece of gauze & tape over my head and I instantly remember when I'd first officially met Kurt Newman.  

I was managing my brother, Jerry, although he went by Titan back then and it was a fitting name considering that he was 6'8. He was in a hardcore match with Kurt. He was about to use a 2x4 on him when he ducked and I was right behind him. Jerry is a strong dude obviously and it sent me over the apron to the mats and I'd ended up with 3 stitches then too.

I shake my head. I didn't want to remember that right now. Because nearly a month later I'd betray them both. and I'd start my walk down a very dark path.

Chris looks at me a little concerned. Apparently, I'd gotten a far away look in my face when I daydreamed and after being struck in the head, a few times I could see why it might be worrying.

"Kah, are you alright? You seem... like you're not even here right now?"

I wave him off. "Yea of course. Just need to sleep. "

I'd insisted on a flight back to New York ASAP. And when we got there I'd immediately felt the sting of that loss more fully. I'd crawled into my bed... well Chris' bed technically and let myself wallow in my defeat. Chris had spooned me most of the time. We hadn't even talked much; he'd just held me close, occasionally telling me that I wasn't a failure. That Violet had to nearly kill herself to defeat me. It wasn't as reassuring as he hoped, though.

It wasn't until Monday evening that things changed.

Ashley had arrived. She sauntered into Chris' bedroom wearing a trench coat buttoned up to her neck. Her legs below are bare except for a 6-inch Black studded Manolo pump. I freeze immediately.

"I said I'd bring you a surprise!" she says, her eyes lighting up. I sit up in the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover my jammies... a men's nightshirt and boy shorts. I didn't want to give her any ideas.

"Ashley... we've discussed this. I'm not into..."

"Shhh." she says. She walks over to the side of the bed and puts a finger to my lips. "Just relax. You'll like it I promise." She starts to unbutton her coat and I squeeze my eyes together.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

What I had I got myself into?

"Blissy!!! Open your eyes... Silly!"

I open one eye a little and see that she's unbuttoned it all the way, but underneath is a simple black dress. Low cut of course but all her naughty bits were sufficiently covered. I let out a sigh of relief at it and she shakes her head, pouting a little.

"I was hoping that it would make you a little excited that I might be naked under this. Oh well, I'm not giving up but, my surprise isn't me today. It's this!"

She pulls letter sized brown envelope from inside and drops it on my lap. I furrow my brows. "What's this?"

"Just open it. Go on."

I'm doubtful about its contents but I tear it open and pull out the papers. It was a contract. A contract for Sin City Wrestling. The place where Roxi was. Where Keira was. Where Kate was as well. Where my own boyfriend had just signed. A company that had been dropping me lines about when I might come back to a full-time wrestling career. I look up at Ashley, not sure exactly what to say or how to feel.

"But... how..."

"I kinda told them I was your manager and that I was looking to get you a good deal. And I did... look at that deal... isn't that a good amount of money? They know you because of your Friends. Electra and Roxi. They said they've wanted you on board since you appeared back in the world of the living. So what do you say?"

I look over the paperwork. It annoyed me greatly that she had done this without me knowing. Even more so that she'd told them she was my manager. I'd never really had a manager before except that short time that Laura Tavares had managed me and Aphrodite before they shipped her off the junior league. The woman who ended up nearly costing my career later. I had a thing about tag partners and Managers.

"Why would you do that Ashley? Why? I just wanted to be left alone."

Her eyes sparkle a little bit with hurt. Damn. I didn't want her to feel like I didn't appreciate it. I know she meant well.

"I thought it would help you get out of this depression. Maybe you being fired was the best thing that could happen to you. Maybe this is what you really should be doing. Not making matches and playing house mother to a bunch of spoiled girls. You need to be doing your own thing. You're too good to be stuck behind a desk."

She sure did know me well enough to know how to butter me up.

"I don't know if I can still do this. Look at how badly I lost to Violet? She's not even that good!"

"Who cares about Violet, Kahlan. I thought you said you wanted this to be the end of it. For either win or lose this was a chapter you were closing forever. It's time to start a new one. One where you get the glory. I mean you're going to get shit on too because you are a fantastic wrestler Kah. You got a natural ability that not many can have just out of the gate. This runs in your blood. You deserve to be at the top of the mountain, not standing at the bottom helping others to get up."

She was right of course. Not that in my depression and anger I wanted to admit that openly right now. I look down at the contract in my lap. It was more money than Chris was getting for his contract. Maybe it was because of my friends. Like Ashley had said. Electra was a former Bombshell champion. As was Roxi. It was the last company that Electra had been with before her formal retirement.

"What do you say Kah? Give it a chance? And I mean if you don't want me to be your manager... well I'll be really sad but I get it..."

I sigh.

Ashley wasn't that bad. A bit horny. A but eccentric. A big forward. A bit intrusive. A bit... Well let's just say that she was a little bit of everything that annoyed me but in the same respect, she was nice, she was sweet and she had a huge heart.

"I guess... I can try you out. On a trial. Only 20% though."

She smirks. "20% and I get to grab your butt."

My mouth drops open. "15% then and no grabbing of any kind."

She pouts again. "Come on..."

"I've told you time and time again that..."

She cuts me off. "Fine. 20%. No butt grabs."

"Done." I stand to shake her hand and she stares at my out held fingers.

"Really? Can't hug me?"

I know for a fact that she's going to grab my ass before I hug her but I didn't want to be rude again. She was like I said, a sweet girl who's feelings got hurt easily so I'm not at all surprised when both her hands move down to cup my ass, barely covered by the thin material of the boy shorts and give it a firm squeeze. When I break away, she winks at me and I roll my eyes. All right, I'd let her that one but going forward... not getting away with it.

"So you won't have a match on this card since well... they've already booked it but I got you in for the last PPV. It's a great match. Just wait!"

She giggles a little before skipping out of the bedroom to regale Chris with the details of the plan.

I really hoped that this wasn't going to be a mistake.

***

Queen for the day.

Well, I was technically a queen every day. I lived like a queen in my penthouse apartment in midtown Manhattan. I was a benevolent monarch, though. I paid my housekeepers well. Gave nice Christmas bonuses so that their children could get whatever toy was the fad this year. I was definitely not a scrooge. At least not with my money.

As Dickens put it... Scrooge was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone...

Not me. Money was just... a thing. A thing we needed of course. Without it we would starve, we would be without clothing, heat, electricity although many of those things are not necessarily needs but wants.

Food and shelter were the most important needs. We could all live fine nude and we could definitely do it without our cell phones, iPads, and other electronic devices.

When I was growing up, a cell phone was as big as my hand, it flipped, and the screen was analog and had a green glow. It also ran on pre-paid cards and cost a small fortune to own one. There were no iPads. Laptops were bloody expensive and internet was one you had to hook up to your phone line and dial into.

And I'm not even that old.

But I was a scrooge when it came to wrestling. You see I have a theory that the number of untalented wannabes grows daily and if they have a pretty face and a decent rack, then a company will hire them to get ratings.

BAH HUMBUG!

Kahlan, what reason do you have to be so dismal, you're talented enough.

And what reason do you have to be so happy... you're talentless enough.

I will not be satisfied with facing people who feel they are better than they really are. I am fortunate enough though that my debut match in SCW is not against any of these so-called... pretty faces.

But, that doesn't mean I afford them my respect by any means. And don't think that because it's Christmas that I will afford any of you some kind of charity. Sure, Amy, Mercedes, and Traci have never faced me. In fact, I bet that Mercedes and Traci have never even heard of me. Amy being one of Roxi's friends has surely heard my name at least in passing. Kate, well I used to be Kate's boss. Funny enough. And she's someone I might consider a friend.

But there are no friends out there for this match. I'm out there to win and I will not recognize any kinda of act of kindness for this season or any other.

The fact that this is Christmas, in fact, holds no bearing on any of this. Therefore, I hope that none of you expect any kinda of charity or pow-wow from me, least of all Kate.

As much as this seems like the same song and dance as any veteran coming into a promotion wanting to kick start their career that many thought were dead and buried. They give you the same line. "I'm here to prove myself and make a name."

Not me.

I'm not here to prove a damn thing to anybody. I'm here to make shit happen. Do you get that loud and clear?

I am not your friend. I am not your sister. I am not your mom. I am your competitor and I am a winner, despite my recent loss. Despite me having to leave a well paying job. My place is not behind a desk writing out matches for others to be a part of. It's not putting out the fires that shitty groups like DOA start. It's not putting up with the assholes like Oni. No. I'm better than all of that. I'm here to say that my line of sight leads directly to the mountain and the girl that stand on top of it.

And I will do whatever it takes to get there. I will step on and destroy anybody that gets in my way. And when the day comes that I will get into a ring with Mikah or whoever else happens to have the bombshell title at the time it will be for all the marbles girls. I play to win.

And win I shall.

At D2D 3 I will dominate. I will knock the socks off the audience and leave them panting for more. They will salivate knowing that they are watching the future of this company right before their eyes. This isn't my first rodeo folks. I have worked my ass off to get to the top before and I let myself loose sight of the goal, I fell down that mountain, but I'm not letting that happen again.

You will not see some redeeming story of hope from me. All you will get is my promise.

My promise to be a name here. To be someone to fear.

All these girls... they've had more than enough time to shine. They've had six months to try and show that they're worthy enough to take on and beat the woman who holds that title right now and they have all failed. Whether it's failed to beat her or failed to achieve the status to even qualify for the opportunity. A failure is a failure no matter which way you spin in.

I am not about to fail anymore. I am going to let a dark stream of my influence taint the waters of SCW. Not in the way that some want to corrupt and control but more like I want people to hear my name and have shivers run down their spines in anticipation of seeing me compete. Now I can't say that they are all gunning for a shot at the bombshell championship. I can't know that unless they say it out loud but their noble aspirations are of no consequence to me.

There is only one thing on my mind and it's winning. It's sticking it to everyone that ever doubted me. To those fans that supported that red headed freak while she talked shit about how much of  failure I was when the only way she could get me down was with a broken kendo stick. I'm a tough bitch. It will take a lot to keep me down. Don't let my size, my hair colour, or my attitude influence you. Let my actions speak for themselves. Let my debut match be one that everyone talks about for months, years even.

This is the match where they say... this is when Kahlan Bliss Fischer started her journey to the ultimate greatness and we were there to witness it. My opponents will be humble knowing that they faced and lost to me and their lives were entangled with mine for a short while.

When I step into that ring and I look at the faces of those other women all I'm going to see is four people in my way from reaching my goal.

I don't like things in my way.

[Amy Marshall]

 Ever since my feud and battle with Roxi Johnson, I found myself in a funk, trying to figure out my place in this company, trying to get back into the swing of things, however, it was made all the more difficult with this bombshell tournament and then the supposed rematch against Alexis Edwards. Both matches were high pressure and while I tried my best in both cases, it wasn’t enough to come out on top and I realised that after my match against Alexis Edwards.

It was time for a break.


**THIS FOOTAGE WAS NOT CAPTURED ON SCW PROGRAMMING**</Center>


Climax Control 131
Tropicana Nightclub - Havana, Cuba
15th November 2015

Moments after losing to Alexis Edwards, I realised the break I has been putting off since my final match against Roxi Johnson and as well as thinking about was actually needed.  Rolling myself out of the ring, I stretch a little as well as catch my breath, before slowly getting to my feet and slowly head towards the ramp.  I ignore Alexis celebrating, as I step onto the ramp and make way up it, where I slap the hands of fans before disappearing backstage.

Once backstage, I decline an interview from Scott Oliver, much to his disappointment and just head down the corridor, as Joey wondered where we were going and what was wrong with me etc...

“Where are you going? Amy are you ok?”

Joey grabs my arm, stopping me from walking any further.  Turning and coming face to face with him, I just smile and place a hand on his face.

“I’m fine. I am going to see my boss.”

I turn back around and continue my journey towards Mark Ward’s office for which I had only visited a few times since being in Sin City Wrestling, and unlike some I didn’t make it a habit of going off to bitch at him or even suck up to him.  I just got on with things and made my statements inside the ring and show why I should be involved in certain matches.

Turning the corner, i come to his office door, where I slowly approach it as a wave of guilt washes over me, as I consider my move. I raised a hand to knock on the door, but something stops me, as Joey places a hand on my shoulder.

“You sure you are ok? You look pale.”

“I’m ok… but I’m just nervous about what I am about to do.”

“What is that?”

I opens my mouth to say something but closes it again.

“I’ll tell you later.”

I grab hold Joey’s hand before using my free hand to knock.

“Enter.”

Comes a male voice, as I grab the door handle and push the door open.

“I’ll be only a few minutes.”

I address Joey, as he nods and watches on, as I enter the office.

“Well well… it’s our resident punk whore. What can I do for you?”

Mark leans back in his chair, as I look at him and then Mikah Stephens, who sits on the table crossed legged, as she files a nail.

“Can I talk to you about something important?”

“Sure.”

“In private.”

I look at Mikah, who realises that I’m talking about her, as she looks at me and then at Mark.

“I’m sure she can tell you whatever in front of me. After all I am the top bombshell in this company.”

She sneers at me.

“This is private. That means Mark and me only. So piss off.”

Mikah glares at me before slowly getting off the table.

“How dare you. I am…”

Mark interrupts Mikah.

“Ladies enough… as much as I appreciate a good fight… I’m no mood. Mikah please leave.”

Mikah’s mouth drops, but says nothing as she grabs the bombshell title and barges past me and out of the office, muttering under her breath about being a irrelevant bitch.

“Now… how can I help?”

“I’m in need of some time off. I don’t know how long for… I just need a break.”

I said straight up.

“We obviously have two shows left remaining…”

“And I will totally commit to them.”

I respond back, as Mark begin to play around with a pencil on desk.
“Take a week to think about. You have just lost a match against Alexis, but if you still feel the same way then feel free to announce it next week. You have my blessing.”

Mark shrugs.

“Thanks… but…”

Before I can say that I’ve already made my mind up, Mikah barges back in.

“Times up.”

“We were done anyway. Thanks Mark.”

I give a small smile, before making my way out of the office, as I barge past Mikah and out of the office. Letting out a sigh, Joey approaches me.

“How did that go?”

“As well as expected.”

I shrugged.

“So what was this visit about?”

Joey queried, as he grabs my hand and we head back towards my locker room.

“I’ll tell you later. Too many prying eyes and ears in this place.”

I look around suspiciously, as Joey and I walk away from the management offices and back to my locker room. The scene quickly fades out with the locker room door closing.


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Monday 16th November 2015
Havana, Cuba.

Having spent the rest of Climax Control watching the show and making out with Joey, I had forgotten for a while about telling Joey about what my visit to Mark was about and went in that room. However, as we sat and ate our breakfast from the terrace of the hotel we are staying in, Joey brought up the subject.

“So this meeting with the boss. I got a little distracted last night and forgot to ask.”

Joey said, as he blushed.

“Ah yeah”

Amy smirked at Joey, as she looked around.

“I just told him, I was planning to take a break from wrestling for a bit. This year has been manic and I just feel I need a break from it all.”

“So why hush hush?”

Joey queried, as he slid a bit of crispy bacon into his mouth.

“I want to announce it on my own terms. I don’t want Pussy, Rocky, Scott or any other Tom Dick or Harry to break the news. He’s given me this week to make my mind up. But my mind has been made up for a while. Just needed a kick to do something about it.”

Amy shrugs.

“I see. So who was the chick who came out of the office and stormed back in?”

“Her name is Mikah Stephens. She is out Bombshell champion. She has Mark wrapped around her little finger. But she doesn’t scare me. Just another cheap and nasty mean girl, who just got lucky in life.”

Amy shrugs again.

“She did say anything to you as she waited to come back in?”

Amy asked.

“Nah, she looked me up and down for a moment, before starting to pace the hall.”

Joey shook his head.

“I see. She wasn’t at all best pleased when Mark kicked her out.  Almost a fight.”

Amy joked, as she rolled her eyes.

“I bet. So have you thought about what you are going to do on your break?”

Joey asked, as he sits back and sips on his OJ.

“Not yet. Just going to focus on any remaining shows and get them out of the way.”

Amy shrugs, as she eats the remaining crispy bacon in front of her.

“Sounds like a good plan, speaking of which. Plans for today and rest of the week?”

“Rest, shop, sight seeking, go to the beach and maybe kiss you a little more.”

Amy smiles and then winks at Joey.

“All good plans, but I hope not all in that order.”

Joey pulls Amy from her eat and into his lap, as he places a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Obviously not in that order.”

Amy bites her lip, as the scene soon fades as Amy changes position to straddle Joey and they begin to kiss again.


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Climax Control 133
29th November 2015
Polifórum Benito Juárez - Cancun, Mexico

<Center>**Post Announcement**</Center>

Stepping through the curtain, I had expected Joey to meet me and give me support, however, since our stupid little fight about thanksgiving several days earlier, I hadn’t heard from him and to be honest, I was too stubborn to right him. But I quickly realised that he is needed and that I miss him. However, with a phone to hand, I had to make the walk back to the locker room, but I knew that wouldn’t be easy.

No sooner had I take a few steps away from the curtain, I was instantly accosted by Miss Rocky Mountains, who came rushing over to get the scoop.

“Amy… Amy… can I get a few words.”

“Sure, though not sure what I can tell you.”

I shrugged, As MRM ignored the comment and quickly adjusts her hair before turning back.

“Firstly… as you stated you needed a break. But is there a more important reason for the break?”

MRM asked, as I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head.

“That is my main reason… and if I understand what you are insinuating… no I’m not pregnant and no I am not settling down quite yet. It’s a break, nothing else. Now if you excuse me, I need to head back to my locker room and away from your stupid and Ludacris thoughts.”

I shake my head and walk away from MRM, who drops the microphone to her side and looks at her cameraman.  Leaving Rocky behind, I continue down the hallway, garnering looks from different people, as they perhaps wonder why I am going on break.

As I finally reach my locker room, I find Jessie leaning against the locker room door.

“Jessie”

I smile, as she stands up straight, as I open the door and she and I step into the locker room.

“Why didn’t you tell me about leaving?”

Jessie looks at me slightly angry.

“I don’t know. I was unsure myself… but I realised a few weeks back that it had to be done.”

I sit down on the arm of the sofa.

“Are you sure about it?”

Jessie queried.

“100%... if I stay around much longer, I will begin to hate this job and everyone around it including myself.”

I let out a small sigh.

“I’m not going to stop you… I’m just a little pissed you didn’t tell me first.”

“I’m sorry… though I won’t be going right away.  Obviously got my match in a while and will make my final appearance at the supercard.”

I say with some happiness in my voice.

“We’ll talk about this later. I’ll let you get on with your match prep.”

“Sure.”

Jessie gives a small smile before disappearing out of the locker room, leaving me to prepare for my match against Kate Steele. However, first things first was to ring Joey and apologies to him for being such a bitch and that I miss him.  With that the scene fades out, as a stage hand informs Amy she has a few minutes before her match, however, she first grabs her cell and calls Joey.


<Center>**Post match** </Center>


Kate paces back and forth inside the ring whilst she waits for Amy to get back in but by the count of four she’s had enough and runs to the ropes before hitting Amy with a Suicide Dive of her own that brings the crowd to their feet! Kate gets back up to her feet before picking up Amy and rolling her back into the ring where she follows her in and goes for a cover 1….2….and Amy kicks out!

Kate shakes her head in response to the failed pin attempt before picking up Amy only to be surprised by a jawbreaker that stuns her and sends her reeling towards the ropes, sensing an opportunity to end the match Amy gets to her feet and calls for the Bad Girl!

Amy goes for the move but Kate sees it coming and grabs Amy by the knees before dropping her throat first over the top rope! This move stuns Amy long enough for Kate to nail her with her own finisher the Punk Driver!

Kate goes for a cover 1….2….3!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner “The Siren” Kate Steele!

Upon entering the backstage area after my match against Kate Steele, I grabbed an ice pack for my head and towel and water, where I sit down for a few moments and take in some water, as I look back at the replay of my match and realise that I haven’t made a mistake and it was the right time to take a break.

Leaning back with a small smile, I see this time Scott Oliver approaching me and I hope that it was for the right reason and not finding out if I was leaving because I was pregnant or planning to settle down.

“Scotty, I hope these questions relate to my match and they are not dumb stupid questions.”

“Uh yeah… No dumb questions here.”

Scotty shrugged.

“Good… now get on it with.”

I demand, as Scott panic’s a little but composes himself and asks the first and perhaps only question.

“Firstly that was your last Climax Control for a while, how does it feel?”

“I obviously lost, which is a little disappointing, but with it being my last Climax Control I feel a little bit of weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but with the up and coming supercard, that’s bound to pile back onto me.”

“As you said you lost to Kate Steele, your thoughts on this.”

“It was a good match, but obviously Kate was just that much better.  She got the much needed and deserved win she craves. But I’m not bitter or upset about it… the pressure is on her now.”

I shrug.

“So what are you expecting from your final supercard?”

“Something easy and low key, where I don’t have to worry about the fuss.”

I answer honestly.

“Well thank you Amy and good luck at December 2 Dismember.”

“Thanks Scott.”

Scott smiles and nods and walks away and goes to find the next sucker to interview.  Meanwhile I stand to my feet, where I discard towel after wiping the sweat from my face and slowly head back towards the locker room to recover a little more before making my next move. The scene fades out on Amy entering the locker room and closing the door behind her.


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Friday 4th December 2015
Vlog.

Well there goes any idea that I will be getting off lightly with a low key non eventful match… instead for my final match, I have been plunged into a match called Queen for the day and in this match there is; Mercedes Vargas, Kate Steele, Traci Patterson and Kahlan Fischer.

Now I usually don’t predict what happens in these matches other than say that I will win… but I am calling this now…

Mercedes Vargas to win.

Don’t get me wrong, this may be my last supercard for a little while… but I am not going to give up nor lay down for any of you bitches.  I will do what I usually do and that is work hard and wrestle hard with all my heart.  However, I do recognise talent and for all the years that I have known Mercedes… she has shit loads of talent and I hope she win’s this match.

I respect the hell out of her… no matter the company or people she is with.

Mercedes I wish you the best of luck in this match.

Now… while we all train hard and focus on the matter at hand… many of you will dismiss me as a non-threat and that I should have quit ages ago etc… but let me tell you this, I will walk away from this match with my dignity and I will try my damned hardest to win it.

I may not take up the option to wrestle for any title of my choice, but I will enjoy having full control of every single one of you… and I will have a little bit of fun with that.  So be prepared for some surprises and be prepared for some crazy possible matches.

Anyway… so to my opponents.

Kate Steele…

To be honest… we’ve recently fought against each other, there is nothing else we can say to each other, you beat me fair and square at Climax Control and you deserved that. But come D2D, it’s going to be different… i will beat you and you will slip back into that funk of yours.

Sorry I can’t say anything else.

Traci Patterson… I’ve lost count in how many times we have been inside the ring together… maybe the same amount of times as Mercedes maybe less… but what I do know, is that you are beatable.  You scrape by in this company, picking up wins here and there… but you have perhaps more losses than wins and that makes you the weak link in this match. Sorry Traci… but you will be eliminated early and have no chance in this match.

Kahlan Fischer… to be honest I don’t know much about you, other than you have a big fucking mouth already and this is only your first match in SCW. I don’t give a shit if you are a veteran of this business or a rookie noob… but that’s your first mistake… because I don’t appreciate some snooty hag like you coming in and taking our places.

Kahlan or Bliss… or whatever hell you like to be called… you have absolute no chance in this match because you don’t know what you are getting yourself into.  You first match here will only end in misery not success.

Watch your back because you will have a big giant x on it.

If you have got the hint by now… If Mercedes isn’t walking out the victor than it will be, however, if it’s me then its Mercedes walking out as the winner.

See you girls soon.

[Mercedes Vargas]

 â€œIt's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you be of good cheer...

“Except that I'm not.”

“Let's face it, things have not been all smooth sailing over the last two months and at this point I'm getting a little antsy. It's one thing to get pinned twice in five weeks by your rival and best friend and letting another championship opportunity slip through your fingers, it's another staring up at the arena lights as the latest Nobody celebrates her first win in the company over you. Not really how I imagined spending the holidays, least of all in a rut. But alas, here I am, on a four-match losing streak for the first time in the history of ever – sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure it's all real - and it doesn't look like there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I'm doing the best I can, but even my best isn't good enough.

“Maybe it never was. Not with better competition coming along in the Bombshells division lately, and it's bound to only get stronger next year given SCW's reputation. Gone are the days where Misty and Vixen carried the division on their back. Now a new generation of Bombshells are looking to make a name for themselves. Some already have done just that.”

“Honestly, I'm surprised I'm actually on the final supercard of the year, let alone in this match. And while I can point out a few familiar faces in the crowd, and the latest newcomer to the division, that doesn't turn this frown upside down, especially with December to Dismember fast approaching. It doesn't help that the last time I was here two years ago, well, my first Bombshell Roulette reign ended before it really began.”

“With 2015 coming to a close, I sure would love to close out the year with a bang, not a whimper. Is that so much to ask?”

“Well, for me, it probably is.”

“And a battle royal is the unlikeliest of matches to find myself in.”

“It's time to get to work.”

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Day of Climax Control 133
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2:35 PM | S U N D A Y
11.29.15

[Mercedes stands by the side of a Mexican street, looking into traffic, and raises an arm when she sees the local bus approaching. The bus lurches to a halt and Mercedes waits until the door opens. The driver plucks a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wipes his forehead from the afternoon heat, then gives Mercedes the once over as she pays her fare - 8.34 pesos, equivalent to fifty cents - into the coin box.]

[15 pairs of eyes look back at her uninterested as she shuffles down the aisle in search for a seat. The front row were all taken quickly and the middle row were occupied as well. She sighs as she settles for a seat near the rear of the bus. Mercedes wasn't halfway into her seat before the bus starts to move again. She was lucky to keep from losing her balance. The last thing she wanted on this long bus ride was embarrassment.]

Man: So, where you're headed?

[Was he starting a conversation with her? Mercedes didn't catch it the first time as she was deep into a half-finished crossword puzzle. When the man tried again to get her attention, Mercedes this time looked up at him. He grins at her from across the aisle. She didn't return his smile.]

Mercedes: Did you say something?

Man: I said where are you going?

Mercedes: I'm going to the city.

[Short, curt, to the point, and exactly the only info she was willing to give. It was none of his business where she was off to. Conversation just wasn't in her DNA today. Well, it was just her because the stranger kept it up.]

Man: I'm going to Cancun. Heard SCW is having a show there. Always wanted to go to one.

[Mercedes raises an eyebrow. Well, the man wasn't wrong. There was a show tonight, but she wasn't planning on going. Partly because she didn't want to be reminded about her most recent loss, and partly because she wasn't booked to compete. She had a match booked for Washington State for another promotion anyway. She mentally kept count on how many stops was left before she was supposed to get off.]

Man: Have you seen Mikah, though? She's seems unbeatable. How many title defenses is she at now? Five, Si -

Mercedes: What do you want?

[Mercedes was surprised at how fast she put down her crossword and stares at him. He gives an apologetic look, or maybe a sly smile, she didn't know which, or care.]

Man: I guess you're not a Mikah fan, huh? Figures. A lot of fans don't like her. I think she has that kind of effect on people. Turns out I'm not the only one who could use less of her on their TV. Imagine that.
[Mercedes studies him through narrow slits. She was never going to finish her crossword now.]

Mercedes: Yeah, imagine that. She's probably worth less than a fare on the bus. Mexico City is pretty expensive.

[He laughs, not even fazed by her manner. He just had to be one of them – the kind of man who doesn't get the hint, might not even realize that he wasn't the Casanova he thought. She isn't going to get flustered about Mikah. She had better things to worry about, like coming up with the exact fair for the next bus. Three more stops.]

[Mercedes heads to the front and hails the bus driver along the bus's route. The driver slams the break, missing the stop entirely. Mercedes smiles weakly at the driver. The second she steps off, the bus storms off in a clout of carbon monoxide.]

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[When she entered the movie studio, there was her castmates. They weren't in a very giving mood.]

Ricardo: Thanks for holding up the trial run.

Irma: Thirty minutes late.

Hugo: It's the holidays.

Mercedes: And hello to you too. I'm fine, thanks. Nearly suffered two collisions on the city bus, but I made it out alive. Aren't you glad you're me?

[Their stance softens.]

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Televisa
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1:00PM | F R I D A Y
12.4.15

[REC•]



Mercedes: Happy Holidays, everyone.

[Mercedes smiles as the cameras are warning up. She had just gone though four hours of run-throughs and re-edits and arguing over dialogue with her cast and crew, but she wasn't going to allow any of that sap her mood, not even her loss ten days ago in Kingston, Jamaica last Climax Control.]

Mercedes: What better way to end 2015 than with the return of December 2 Dismember, huh? I hear it's supposed to be one big supercard with a lot of matches. What's more, I'm returning for the second time. And from the looks of it, I'm not the only one. Certainly when it comes to the Queen of the Day battle royal. Sounds like fun. Who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to be GM for the night of the Bombshells AND an opportunity to challenge for any title in the division? I wouldn't miss it for the world.

[She would sail any ocean, climb any mountain, fly any flight showing Snakes on a Plane not to miss this. Because, yes, it was THAT important.]

Mercedes: You know, I always wondered what would happen if I actually won this prestigious match.

[Mercedes looks thoughtful. As she does, she begins fantasizing a scene where she is actually a real queen. The scene opens in Mark Ward's office where we find “Queen Mercedes” sitting on her throne. A series of montages shows Mercedes enjoying the night to come. She holds up a handful of pellets as she smiles. The camera pans over to where a pair of hamsters are running the wheel. Apparently the show website being run by hamsters wasn't a myth after all. She then puts her feet up on Mark's desk while chatting away on his office phone though we don't get the gist of the conversation. Moments later, Mercedes is shown sitting leisurely on her throne throwing darts at a dart board that had Mikah's picture on it.  There's a knock on the door before a pizza delivery guy enters with fifteen boxes of pizza. When he hints about his payment, Mercedes mentions it's on Mark's credit card. The fantasy ends as we're back in the television studio.]

Mercedes: So many some of those things won't happen. I mean, I don't know about the pizza thing. It goes straight to the figure.

[She asides before she gestures at her hips.]

Mercedes: Now, I love Canada. It's not my first visit there either. I've looking forward to my eighth visit and my return to Ontario since I visited Toronto twice three years ago. Ontario should be fun, though. I mean, I know the new girl is going to love it. It IS in her home country. And you know, “Bliss”, I think you're going to love it here. I guess I'll be the first to welcome you to SCW, but you probably already got the grand tour. Have you seen our World Bombshell Champion, yet? She would LOOOOOOVE you. Then again, maybe not. Anyway, I get it, you're new, no one knows who you are. But you'd be surprised how long that's going to last, because, in case you didn't know, you've got four opponents to get through. I hope you really live up to the hype. Because here, in SCW, you're going to be tested right away. I think you'll fit right in.

[She could only hope. Not everyone is cut out to be a Bombshell. She couldn't remember the last girl who signed a contract...and that's pretty much was it. It was always a leap of faith, but sometimes their faith was not rewarded. She hope this wasn't the case this time.]

Mercedes: And then there's Kate Steele. I can't believe it's been three months already and you already had four matches. You've done pretty well for yourself so far, no doubt about that. I'm looking forward to facing you for the first time in SCW, and our sixth match altogether. Now while I haven't lost to you in my career, that doesn't mean I'm going to count you out. Because you've always proven to be tough no matter what the company is, and I expect the same in SCW and this match, which is your first time on a supercard, no less. Good luck to you, Kate. But wait, that's not all...

[Mercedes rubs her hands expectantly as she gets to her final two opponents in the match.]

Mercedes: Amy Marshall and Traci Patterson. It seems as if I've been fighting with you two forever. Seeing as we're the veterans in this very match and have been at the last December 2 Dismember event two years ago, I already know what to expect. Funny how we're all struggling right now, but who knows? The stars could align, any one of us can win this. Amy, while I am surprised that you picked me to win this, I'm not really sure about that now. Who knows? You might win, even though you did announce taking a break. Traci, you're the toughest in this match. No one can hope to match your strength and it might take all of us in the match just to eliminate you.

I'm not going to tell you why I may win this match. You all know what I've done, it's pretty much irrelevant at this point. In a battle royal, no one can really say they're assured a win. Just hope for the best.

[Mercedes shrugs nonchalantly.]

Mercedes: Count down to nine days girls. See you then.

Fade.

[Christian Underwood]

 Everything posted now counts towards the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 12/11/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 12/12/2015

[Traci Patterson]

 

Oh come on now you can’t tell me that Queen Traci doesn’t sound cool!

Those words filled the air as the Patterson sisters Traci and Katie stood in the backstage area of the TD Place Arena the place that was hosting the final stop on the world tour for SCW. Traci turned and looked at her sister.

Traci Patterson
Come on now Katie you know for a fact that I’m not a damn queen. Hell the only time I was ever called a queen before was when Adrianna Lewis called me the queen of the freaks back in school.

Katie let out a chuckle as she heard Traci say that.

Katie Patterson
Oh yeah mom was so pissed when you got suspended from school for breaking her nose.

Traci Patterson
Well she had it coming plus she never did screw with us after that but hey it is what it is what the hell is the queen title about anyway?

Katie Patterson
Well from what I have been able to find out it’s mean you win the title of Queen for the rest of the show and at the next Climax Control you can book the rest of the ladies into matches.

Traci looked at her and just shook her head.

Traci Patterson
Wait if I win I have to book as well how the hell am I meant to do that I don’t know how to do that. Seriously I don’t know much outside of knowing that someone or more then one person is going to be across the ring from me and I have to beat them. I mean really other then that what can I do!  

Kate looked at her and sighed.

Katie Patterson
Fine you don’t have to worry about it if you win then you can leave it to me to book the shot and I will give you a title shot in the future.

Traci Patterson
Please if I do come up with the win don’t just book me in a title match because I know if I did win not only will people just say that I’m bring a egomaniac and plus if I won it I just feel like I didn’t earn it I just have put myself in a match because I won a dumb match I mean if I go through the match and win it that way then it’s cool but no not like that.

Katie Patterson
Ok Ok geez when did you become become so high and mighty!

Traci just looked at her and seemed slightly annoyed by her sister.

Traci Patterson
Listen go grab a cameraman so I can cut my little promo for the match.

Katie walked off and did as her sister asked. After a few minutes she had come back and indeed she had a cameraman with her. She smiled and looked at her sister.

Katie Patterson
This good enough for you princess?

Traci Patterson
Watch it Katie I can twist your ear if I want remember!

Katie stayed quiet as Traci looked at the camera and started to speak.

Traci Patterson
So 2015 is coming to an end and to be honest it’s been a pretty much been an extremely mix year for me I mean on the one hand I got to go all over the world this past year visiting some truly beautiful places and met some amazing people in the process. I mean I have done things that will stay with me forever but of course it wasn’t all good. I mean the lowest point of my year was without a doubt seeing my sister getting dropped by Twisted Sister and also ending up having her live changed forever. I’m forever graceful that it didn’t happen so now let’s talk about what is going to happen tonight.

Traci turned for a moment and seemed to be thinking about what she was going to say about the match.

Traci Patterson
I mean this match is one hell of an idea and it’s certainly an interesting mix of talents. I mean you got the young stars in the making here like Katie Steele and Kahlan Fischer both of them are going to be looking at this match as the launching point for them. From what I heard Katie has been a champion in other places and is a decent wrestler from what I heard but I guess we will see if that’s true in the ring but then you got Kahlan who I got to be honest I don’t know a whole lot about you. I mean I tried to find out something but yeah I got nothing so that makes you a true dark horse because you maybe good or you may just be in this match to make up numbers so we shall see.

Traci pushed some hair that had fallen into her eyes as she was talking.

Traci Patterson
So now let’s get to the veterans in this match you got Amy Marshall who is leaving us after this match for a break got to be honest with you I respect your ability in that ring and that is something that is going to be missing in shows that being said I’m still looking to smash your teeth in for you comments about me recently so yeah I’m not exactly sending you out the door with a present unless you count me shoving my foot down your throat as a present and then there Mercedes Vargas I mean let’s be honest Mercedes we have never seen eye to eye despite being two time tag champions together. Again like Amy I respect what you can do in that ring and how you go about your business but at the end of the day you are just standing in my way and because of that I got to take you out in this match tonight it’s that simple.

Traci paused for a moment and then stared at the camera for a moment.

Traci Patterson
Now before I go I would like to add one last thing. A lot of people have said I am simply turning up now a days and just going through the motions that I don’t have any passion for this and I should probably just leave to those people I say go fuck yourself. I’m may not have the best win lose record and I may have time where I look like I’m struggling but you can’t say that I don’t care I worked damn hard to get here and I’m going to carry on that work to allow my sister to carry on with her dream and tonight when I throw everyone over the top rope after I show the world that I’m going still Texas Tough and those who questioned me will pay believe me they will pay!

Traci slammed her balled up fist in her hands and as she did this the screen turned black

End of RP

OOC sorry about this being so bad. Not had a lot of time this week.

[Amy Marshall]

 QUEEN FOR A DAY MATCH!
Five Bombshells! One ring! Over the top rope elimination! Three former champions! One rookie sensation! And a Bombshell debuting in a match that could make her career in SCW! The last woman standing will have full control over the Bombshell division on the first Climax Control of 2016! PLUS -- the opportunity to challenge for the championship of their choice!

Full control over the bombshell division… it’s pretty much every person’s dream thing to do in any fed, although for being one day would be enough to make an impact and put those who irritate you into difficult matches and positions.

If I was Queen for the day, I would certainly shake things up… I may bring a certain bombshell back and give her my title shot, I may also stack the deck against a certain bombshell for being the irritating gnat that she is or maybe just maybe just have one big battle royal with all the titles on the line.

So many ideas and possibilities, but at the end of the day I have to win this match, but of course there are four other women in this match and anything can happen. But I am still adamant that if I don’t win… then Mercedes will be the next best woman.


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Thursday 10th December
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Steak & Sushi

The scene opens inside the Steak and Sushi restaurant in downtown Ottawa, where we find it quite busy for a lunchtime, as people sit await for the meals, while others are eating the starters and while others like Amy and Joey are sat eating their lunch.  And with it being a steak and sushi restaurant… Joey has a steak with fries and veg, while Amy has of course sushi.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been much fun this week or last week.”

Amy said as she takes in a bit of sake.

“It’s fine… I totally understand. It’s been interesting watching you work out and prepare for your match.”

Joey smiled, as he did enjoy the work out part.

“But hey… I’ll be free for god knows how long after the Supercard, so we can go anywhere and do anything.”

Amy sat back and smiled.

“Sounds like a plan. So have you been to Canada before?”

Joey queried, as Amy dipped some of her sushi in soy sauce and bites into it.

“Why?”
“You seem to know the culture and customs.”

Joey bites into a fry.

“I lived in a town in British Columbia for a little while with a girlfriend. So I kinda got to know some of the customs.”

Amy shrugged.

“Cool.  How was BC?”

“It was ok… I have some good times and some bad times... but we all have them. So who are you rooting for Sunday?”

Amy changed the subject quickly due to a bad period of life she greatly regretted.

“You of course… though Mercedes looks like a good pick to win aside from you.”

“Ahhh thanks.”

Amy smiles.

“No problem.  Anyway… when are you planning your final promo and final gym session?”

“Both tomorrow.  You have me for the rest of the day. What do you fancy doing?”

Amy eats more sushi and drinks some more sake.

“Wow… uh… I suppose some Christmas shopping. I need to do that before it gets too late.”

Joey shrugs.

“Christmas shopping it is. To be honest I haven’t thought about it but it has to be done.”

“Good. How aboot a movie later?”

Joey jokes.

“Sure…”

Amy nods, as she bites into a vegetable spring roll.

“Great.”

Joey smiles, as the scene quickly fades out as Joey digs back into his meal, while Amy continues to eat her Japanese meal, as she begins to think about her promo for tomorrow, although she should be thinking about what presents to get.


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11th December 2015
Vlog



I still stand by my words, that you Mercedes will win this battle royal… this battle royal is made for you and your opponents are just perfect for you to take out.  Two months without a win is nothing, you will and can bounce back.  Don’t think negative about yourself, think positive… you are the one with the impressive record etc… so what if I am the one with grand slam champion beside my name… I am taking a break for the very reason you rule yourself out of this match plus having a break from the ring.

Have more faith Mercedes, you will win and you will be queen for the day and get back to winning ways.


Traci Traci Traci… Did I strike a nerve? Or did the truth hurt just like all the past ass kicking’s you have had? I highly doubt that you would even get close to me in this match, as I said you will be the first to go and as usual you will be disappointed. You are no threat you are merely a joke and nothing else.  Sorry Traci but any idea of victory for you is laughable and never ever happening.


Kate Steele… so fair you have said and done nothing… I don’t know if that is very cleaver as you keep your cards close to your chest or really dumb.  In my opinion, it’s really dumb, as just sitting back and saying nothing gets you nowhere and will only end in an ass kicking and being eliminated from the match. Although I am yet too decided who be going first… you or Traci Patterson.

Anyway… as I pointed out in my last promo, there isn’t much else to say really. But come Sunday night we will find out the outcome of what will happen to you, me, Traci, Mercedes and Kahlan… and I bet you won’t be the last one standing.

Kahlan Fischer… I’m worried that you haven’t mentioned or even insinuated anything relating to Sin City Wrestling since your promo from last week. The only thing you have mentioned is your poser boyfriend and frankly he doesn’t count nor do your slutty pictures…

You see Kahlan, you need to keep your appearances up for Sin City Wrestling… otherwise you will be just another forgettable face who was more hype and hot air.  But I can’t blame you for keeping quiet… maybe just maybe you like to keep a low key profile about matches and not be drawn into stupid fights.  I found that it helps, also gives you more time inside the gym.

Whatever the case, you haven’t impressed me yet and I highly doubt you’ve impressed anyone else.

I’d watch your back… because no likes an arrogant nobody like you to win.

Good to you Kahlan and good luck to everyone else.

[Mercedes Vargas]

 They say that first impressions means a lot. You know something? Whatever first impressions I had about Kahlan "Bliss" Fischer, and this match, just went out the window, but I kinda, sorta, maybe understand where she is coming from. I mean, who wants to lose their job and end up on the streets looking for work again, right? You have to commend the girl for how she was able to find work so fast following her loss in San Antonio almost two weeks ago. That takes commitment. Nonetheless, I get the feeling that she still has that chip on her shoulder and that she really hasn't moved on from her ungraceful exit from her previous employer.  

Bliss, you may be a veteran like everyone else in this match, but you're not a veteran of Sin City Wrestling. Here, you have to start all over again. Making new friends, learning where to find the emergency exits, the backstage area. If you were hoping to share a cry with the rest of us, maybe handed a box of Kleenex, you're probably in the wrong line of work. Here? Pretty cutthroat. Like you.

New York City Championship Wrestling. Millennium Pro Wrestling. Pride Pro Wrestling. Ladies All-Star Wrestling. You've been on shaky ground, hun, and I feel sorry for you. I really want you to succeed because I hate to be disappointed. When I said you'll fit right in, I meant it. You have all the potential in the world, but I don't think your first win is going to be in a match where three of your opponents have been here longer than half of your years on earth and probably has more experience too. Don't take it as me looking past you, Kahlan. Take it as gospel. It's going to take a lot more than a mean streak to make it far here. You're going to have to prove it, just like you had to in those other places.

You want a challenge? Well, you certainly got one now. You've got two days to prove whether you're the real deal or just another face in the crowd. Tu quieres fabricarte un nombre, diferenciarse de la competencia? It doesn't just start and end at the supercard, chickadee. One match does not a Bombshell make. You're going to have to be in this for the long haul.

Let's hope you're up for the challenge on the 13th.

Your home country will be watching.

Traci and Amy, there's not much else I can say about either of you without repeating myself. We all are struggling right now and it's understandable, Amy, why you need some time off to recharge. After everything you've accomplished this year, I can't think of another person who deserves it. But just because this will be your last match for awhile, don't think I'll be taking you lightly. You've always proven to be tough and I'll be treating this match as any other we've had in the four years we've faced one another in our careers. And Traci, there's not another person who always posses a threat in the ring than you. People may see differently, but you've beaten some tough competition since you first came here. And we've had a two runs as World Tag Team Champions, the first Bombshells to accomplish that. Compared to you, the rest of us are ragdolls. You can easily win this match in mere minutes without breaking a sweat if you wanted to. Except no one is going to make it easy for you, I know I won't. So, Traci, as much as I hate to say this, victory won't be yours.

As for Kate Steele, or should I say “Miss Ultraviolent”, lucky you. Your first supercard debut is the last supercard of 2015 and you get a shot at standing out with an upset. The only problem with that is a tugboat doesn't stand a chance against a cruiseliner. That cruiseliner happens to be someone you've already faced six other times.

In other words, me.

So ask yourself, Kate. Who is more likely to be shipwrecked com Sunday? Is it me...or is it you?

I'll see all of you in Ottawa, Canada.

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[K N O W | W H E N | T O | H O L D | E M']
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Ottawa, Ontario, Canada &nbsp;&nbsp;
Barcode Bar & Grill
♦ ♦ ♦
1:00PM | W E D N E S D A Y
12.9.15

[REC•]

[A dingy bar that is struggling to get any business. It's depressing. As the strains of “Margaritaville” by Jimmy Buffett plays from a jukebox, we see two patrons comparing tattoos that never turned out quite right, another patron practices trick shots on a worn-out pool table, and a fourth stands alone in one corner of the bar, an unlit cigarette tucked inside the right side of his mouth. There is a fifth who sits at the opposite end of the bar with a shot of whiskey in his hand, the two men don't look at each other.]

[The camera pan slowly across the bar. A  group of women casually gather around a card table. A natural color spectrum. One woman has multi-colored hair dolled up in liberty spikes,  another has short, cherry red hair, and on either side of the table sits a blonde. One could be mistaken for that girl next door while the other is strong and muscular and probably someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. The last of the quintet is a brunette who we can at least identify.]

[Mercedes maintains a Mona Lisa smile as the other players grip her own cards, each wondering who was going to make the first move. The woman with cherry red hair, fascinated by the hairstyle of of her card-playing mate reaches to touch it, but her hand is slapped away. Liberty spikes gives her a stern look.]

JAIME: I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it, or you're going home with one less hand tonight.

TATE: I can't help it. How do you keep those things standing up like that?

[Tate's Berkshire accent is noticed by her fellow players. Lacy pipes up.]

LACY: Is that how all of you talk in England, Tate?

TATE: Not really, but it's not difficult for anyone to learn, even someone with a Texas accent.

[Mercedes rolls her eyes as she turns to Peyton, the blonde next door type, who gives off an disinterested look, holding up her cards airily.]

PEYTON: Uh, can we get this over with, puh-leeze?

[All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to Mercedes' actual opponents, living or dead, but mostly living at a particular supercard on Sunday, is purely coincidental. At this stage, Mercedes looks into the camera, a smile on her face.]

MERCEDES: So Girls Night Out at the Barcode Bar & Grill have been off to a rocky start, and Neil, Journey and Jimmy Buffett sure isn't making things any smoother. Even the bartender is taking the night off.

Mercedes turns in the direction of the counter. Said bartender, gritty and in his late forties, is passed out, a half glass of coke and rum not too far from his reach. Back to Mercedes who shakes her head in mock pity.

MERCEDES: But the night is still young. I'm sure by night's end everything will turn out juuuust peachy.

[The jukebox plays the opening guitar riff of Lynyrd Skynyrd's “Sweet Home Alabama.” The man near the door of the bar smiles a toothy grin.]

Man: Turn it up.

[Sure enough, Skynyrd's says the same thing. A worried expression crosses Mercedes' face as the other women exchange gruesome looks in the background.]

MERCEDES: We can only hope.

[As she turns back to the game, a pile has already started. It was Mercedes turn to deal. Already she didn't like the odds. With no hope of winning this round, she throws out a two of hearts. Lacy smirks. She's been on a roll.]

LACY: Looks like I win this round.

[The next five minutes goes in silence and then something happens. Sweet Home Alabama cuts off near the acoustic part and another song starts up. Kenny Rodgers' “The Gambler”, in its place.]

MERCEDES: Hmm, I'm not a big fan of Mr. Rogers, but you can learn a lot from this very song. As we're four days away from December to Dismember, a lot of fans of picking out their favorites to win Sunday, especially the two big battle royals. And while no one is really wrong, I think it's easy to tell who's going to be winning when the dealing's done.

[Mercedes, having drawn her cards, looks at her new hand and considers her move. Caitlyn's eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, a smart choice on her part, but if windows are the eyes to the soul, then her facial expressions would have to do. Lacy seemed content with herself. Jaime and Tate had their poker faces on.]

MERCEDES: See how Caitlyn is patiently waiting to make her move. It's obvious that Kahlan will be just as calculating, waiting to see just who is going to make the first mistake in the match. Now just because I'm contracted with SCW doesn't mean I haven't followed what's been going on in other promotions. Bliss, I know times are tough right now after you lost your GM position at Night of Glory, a week and a half ago, but you won't get to live out that fantasy again on Sunday, huh. Sorry, but even though you were a good little girl this year, Santa won't be bringing you a victory at the supercard. You're going to have to bring your A-game, and I hope you do, because you're going to need it. Nothing is ever handed to you in SCW. Here you have to earn it. Maybe you think think this match will be easy. I hope you're still thinking that when the bell sounds.

[Everyone but Lacey and Tate has thrown out their cards on the table. Each are trying not to give their expressions away, but Mercedes has a good idea of who's night will end next.]

MERCEDES: Kate Steele may just win this thing, but the smart people know better. Sure, she's got a little momentum coming off her last match, but that can only carry her oh so far. I mean, she's in her first-ever supercard since she got here. Can she stand and deliver on the biggest stage? Sure. Do I think she'll do it? Big no. Plus, she has me in the same match, and you know that usually never ends well. Survey says, she's going to fold.

[As she says this, Tate looks at her bad hand and, predictably, she discards her hand face down and concedes defeat.]

MERCEDES: Believe it or not, Amy, we're going to be facing each other again for the 20th time in our careers and the ninth time in SCW. It's crazy enough to think that you can't win this, but all hopes of you being the last one standing is all a fantasy.  So, it really breaks my heart when I say this. I mean, you called your hand, but I know you're going to go out fighting. That's what you do. It just won't be enough this time.

[Jaime doesn't even concede defeat. Instead she backs her chair, takes up her jacket draped over her chair and just leaves the bar, leaving everyone else to look on after her. Now, it's just down to two left at the table.]

MERCEDES: Saving the best for last? Well, not exactly. I'm sure when SCW came up with this match and the competitors, I'm sure they have a good idea that some people have absolutely no business being in this match in the first place. But here in SCW, everyone is given an opportunity to shine. Still doesn't mean they're going to win. But at least they gave it the old college try, and that's what's important. I feel sad for Traci Patterson on Sunday. The final supercard of the year and not having a good record? At least you're on the card. Just run  Traci. Just run.

[Traci runs off, leaving her cards behind. Now it's just down to Kahlan and Mercedes. Kahlan looks at her hand carefully and considers her move as her attention shifts from her hand to Mercedes who doesn't give away that she may or may not have a favorable hand. They throw out their hand at the same time, and the camera pans down at the table and we gt an idea of who wins th hand, at least we do until the electricity cuts out.]

[Fade.]

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[ R E F L E C T I O N S | T H E | S E C O N D]

FLASHBACK
Wednesday Afternoon
October 17, 2009
Toronto, Ontario, Canada

“I'll always remember my first trip to Ontario. Not because of my first trip to a Maple Leafs game either. More like my first trip actually meeting real Canadians. My cousin, Carmen, and I met ran into a local real estate agent. Not sure how we ended up talking about actually living here one day, but you'd be surprised what conversation comes up when you've got nothing to talk about.”

[As Toronto Maple Leafs highlights are shown on a small portable television, our scene opens on Mercedes and her cousin waiting for service at a local restaurant just outside of Toronto on this chilly October night.[

Mercedes: If I didn't have a match in a few days, I wouldn't bother with the flight.

Carmen: You seemed surprised. I don't see why.

Mercedes: Not when the four seasons are Winter, still Winter, Under Construction, and Hell Frozen Over.

Carmen: How's the properties in Canada?

Kurt: Depends on what you're looking for.

[Across the table, our real estate friend looked like one of those Ivy League types. I couldn't look away from him. Not that he was attractive. He could probably pass for Where's Waldo? And where was his self-esteem? How could anyone walk into public wearing those ugly Christmas sweaters?]

Carmen: I'm looking for something a little more manageable. Modern. Roomy. Nice view.

Mercedes: An igloo?

Kurt: Um, is she OK?

Carmen: Don't mind her. She's coming off a fever of a hundred and two. She also forgot to take her meds.

Mercedes: Lies!

Carmen: There's a reason why it says to take one packet of Thermaflu.

[I roll my eyes. Apparently, my cousin is also a comedienne, at least she should be. I'm guessing she's going for a stand-up career when she becomes a Canadian citizen. I don't know who wanted to run faster, our real estate agent or me.]

Kurt: Do you have interest in some homes in the area? There's a couple of properties around we could look at, if it's no problem.

[Mercedes slowly crosses her arm over her chest, a disappointing scowl on her face.]

Mercedes:  Sorry, Mr. Real Estate Agent Man but it won't be happening this weekend.

Carmen: What my cousin is saying is I'm going to have to take a raincheck. I mean, we're in the middle of the holiday season and you know how that is and I'm booked for the next tree months. Thanks for the offer, Kurt.

]Kurt Not a problem, Miss Reyes. We can reconvene when you're free.

Carmen: Please, call me Carmen.

]Kurt Why don't you take my card?

[The realtor reaches his shirt pocket and effortlessly pulls out a business card holder, removes a card and presents it to Carmen, who accepts it warmly. She scans the card for a second then looks back at the card which red “Kurt Reed”. He seemed a lot younger than the picture on the card. With a nod and a smile, Kurt made his exit. I gave him a wink as he left. I don't think I've ever seen him so fast.]

Carmen: Mercedes?

Mercedes: Yes?

[I turned to face her. My smile faded the moment I saw her murderous expression. Well, if I was going to the Halloween party, those plans were gone now. Damn. Confession was two days away and I've got a laundry list of things that I've committed over the week. Oh well. What's a few penances and Hail Mary's between eternal damnation and Purgatory?]

Carmen: How far is it from here to California?

Mercedes: Why? It was a four and a half-hour flight. You're not leaving already, are you? We just got here!

Carmen: Remind me never to go with you anywhere again.

Mercedes: Wait, what?

Carmen: Estás muerta para mí.

[Carmen walks off without saying another word, leaving me behind. Was it something I said. Or didn't say? ]

Mercedes: Wait, what? No serás capaz de odiarme para siempre.  ¡recuérdalo!

[While I did make it to my match four days later, I never got to win the tournament final that night. Chances are divine intervention had something to do with it. Even though I had my opponent dead to rights. My cousin never watched the match and she went back to Los Angeles without me.

She also was a stickler for keeping her word. She never spoke to me again for six weeks.

I'll always remember my first visit to Ontario. Funny how life works sometimes. Six weeks later, I went back to Toronto for my second trip. What's more, I won. But some things are more important than winning.

Just kidding. Nothing beats winning.]

[Fade.]

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[W H E N | T H E | G O I N G | G E T S | T O U G H]
_____________________
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada &nbsp;&nbsp;
Circle K
♦ ♦ ♦
3:10PM | F R I D A Y
12.11.15

[SCW cameras are documenting Mercedes Vargas' arrival to Ottawa with December to Dismember only days away. As she steps out of her white Porsche, she is greeted by the camera crew, who welcome her to Canada. She turns to the camras with a solemn expression.]

“Finally made it. Next time, I'm going out of my way to avoid the Mounties.”

[She laughs. The match in the coming days is the first thing that is on the agenda and she feign being surprised at the line of question, but quickly gets to her opponents.]

“I'd be a fool not to take this match seriously. Kahlan is going to be in the same match with ssome of the toughest women on the roster. As determined as she is, I think she'l find that her opponents are that much more. She's not the only veteran in this match. Does she have potential? Of course. Am I going to take her seriously? Don't I take every opponent seriously? Does she have a chance of beating me this weekend? Well, sure. But that's not going to happen. Don’t get me wrong, she means well, but if she’s looking for a win, and more importantly a win against me, then’s she just plain out of luck.”

[Mercedes steps out of the car, slams the door behind her and then fishing into her purse to finally come up with a credit card, swipes it before taking hold of a gas pump handle from the main pump.]

“There is nothing as more unpredictable than a battle royal. You have all these unseen elements; you have to look out for the unexpected, eyes in the back of your head. I've competed in nine battle royals in my career and the last one, I won two years ago. So, I don't know. Maybe I can go two for two. We'll see.”

[With an innocent shrug, Mercedes turns to the pump and sticks the nozzle into her car, and pulls on the lever of the nozzle until it catches, and starts filling up. Leaning against the car, she continues.]

* * * * *

“I think I have some ideas, some pretty good matches people would see if I were to win this match. Provided I win this match, and you know, I think I will. So my last match didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I'm better than this. I'm not like the other girls when they get beat, they simply laugh it off, they simply shrug it off. I'm competitive, that's just the kind of person I am. Every wrestler wins matches, every wrestler loses matches, but it's the great wrestlers that are able to bounce back from a loss, or in my cases, a series of losses.”

[A series of losses that has her in her longest string of defeats in a long time in SCW. Not that Amy and Traci aren't in the same boat. If that boat is the Titanic, either she was going to get to safety or sink with the ship. After a breath, she met the camera's gaze, her deep brown eyes steady, her expression resolute.]

“I'm not going to say it's going to be a cakewalk. There's the only Grand Slam Champion in the company, my former tag partner, an uprising star in the division and a newcomer. Read my lips, write it down, have me sign it and get it notarized – I know it won't be easy, but I’m planning on walking out of December to Dismember with my head held high and my hand raised in victory. I’m going to end this losing streak.”

[Her losing streak will have to end sometime. And she's confident that it will happen at the pay-per-view. Shielding her face away from the strands of hair that kept getting her eyes, the Argentine continues]

“I have four opponents to get through Sunday, and I'm making sure I'm the last Bombshell standing. How much do I want this match? I'm willing to do whatever I have to, whatever it takes, whatever is necessary within the rules to eliminate every one in my way.”

[Mercedes replaces the pump and heads to the driver's side of her car, opening the door. She turns back to the camera for her final words.]

“Because when the going gets tough, the tough get going.”

[Mercedes starts up the car and pulls out of the space before slowly driving off as our scene fades to black.]

[Bliss]

 "Go ahead, Judge me. Just remember to be perfect the rest of your life."

The beautiful blonde stares intently at the camera. She offers a quick smile.

"It seems I struck a nerve with a few people around here for doing what I'm supposed to do. Talk about why I think I deserve to win. Why I think I'm going to win. Apparently, as the new person, I'm supposed to be humble. I'm supposed to talk about how much better my opponents are than me. AT least, that's the impression that Amy Marshall is trying to give."

"I didn't even call her out personally, in fact, the only thing I even said was that she probably heard of me because my best friend is Roxi Johnson. Me? Arrogant? Well, ain't that the pot calling the kettle black. I'm well aware of your history in SCW Amy. However, the one thing you seem to fail to see or even do some damn research about is that fact that I have been in this business a long time. Just because this is the first time, I'm stepping into a six-sided ring doesn't mean that I'm some rookie with no right to be talking about my skills. I am a four-time champion. I had the wrestler of the month thing too like you have posted on accomplishments. But the one thing you have over me is the fact that you are so obviously jealous of the fact that I have no fear of you or anyone else in this match. You know why? Because I'm not a rookie. I have been in many battle royals in my days. I've lost some and I've won some but all in all... I never get into a ring with any doubts about who I am and what I know I can do."

She shrugs.

"Seems the only one with any kind of fear here... is you, my dear. You were the first to call me out by name and accuse me of having a big mouth when if I'm not mistaken... you got a far bigger one than mine. I don't know why you think you have to try and pick a fight with me, but you'd be making a huge mistake to do so."

She shakes her head slowly, her blonde ponytail waving back and forth.

"AS for my twitter timeline... yea thanks for telling everyone what a big fan you are of creeping my timeline. I'm sure everyone was interested in that. Coming down on me for not spending every waking moment publicizing when from what I can see, neither were you. Just because you've been around SCW longer doesn't mean that I'm about to kiss your feet and grovel. Fuck that nonsense. Obviously, you have some really strange ideas about how this world works, more specifically how wrestling works. No one wants a kiss ass. I'm not here to make friends. I'm not here to earn yours or anybody else's respect. I am here to win matches and get titles. If you have aims for glory and a huge fan base than good for you sweetie. I hope that goes well for you. Even further to that... I heard a rumour that you might be leaving which is why you're waiving your right to a title match. What's the point of picking a fight with someone when you're just going to bail after the ball drops anyway? Think that's going to make you look like the big dog?"

She smirks.

"Point is, I don't give a shit what you think."

Her entire face lights up with amusement now. She shakes her head again as she chuckles.

"Am I arrogant? Sure but I have a right to be. Whoever told you that I was a nobody was well... actually, nobody told you I was a nobody. That was you just telling yourself that so that you could feel all tough and macho because deep down you know I'm a legitimate threat here. You've beaten everyone else and wouldn't want to look like a jerk when you go sailing over the top rope and get your heart broken. But just know dear that after this match, you will remain insignificant to me. Unlike you, I don't repeat things over and over again. I learn from what I did wrong and become better for it."

She gives a wink.

"And Traci... You really think I'm just 'a number to fill the match'? really? That was the best thing you could think of? I'm going to really enjoy showing you what a 'number' looks like when I give you a taste of any one of my perfected moves. Even more so if it's me that throws you over the top. But overall, keep fighting the good fight my dear. See where it gets you."

Although her words are laced with anger and sarcasm the smile remains on her face.

"You know out of everyone in the match I thought I would get the sourest grapes out of you, Mercedes but to my surprise, you were the one to actually offer a welcome. I'm not sure yet if it was genuine, but I suppose I will take it and say, 'thank you'. But don't think for a second that I take anything for granted. I commend you in your ability to actually do some research. I'm not saying that no one can beat me. Just ask Roxi and a slew of others that have done it. I'm just saying that out of everyone else in this match, This means a lot more to me. All of you have had lucrative careers. You've all been successful. I had my successes, but I made so many mistakes. So many stupid rookie mistakes that ended up costing me everything. But not this time. Not again. Despite the outcome, people will be talking about me and it won't be because I was the first to go over. It may not be because I was the last woman standing either, but it won't be because I have no skill. Actually, out of everyone in this match I have the most respect for you... as much as I don't hand that out freely. You got balls. You need them in this industry and you don't have to call other people slutty, bitchy or whorish to get your point across.

Nodding her head, she continues.

"As I alluded to just a few seconds ago, this isn't my first match like this. In fact, my first one, I won. Then I went on to win a title because of that. You can't underestimate the determination of a woman that has nothing to lose. At this point in time, I am coming back from what could very well be the worst year of my life. I got divorced. I lost a baby. I had a surgery that kept me out of action. I got burned not once but three times by men I thought I loved. And to top it all off, when I went on my sabbatical it was because I lost a chance at winning the world title. I am not about to let that sort of opportunity evade me again. I no longer want to live with regrets of not accomplishing all my goals and you know what... losing to Violet in that match like Ashley said, it was probably the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It made me realize that I am not done yet. And in the spirit of giving it everything I have, there is no way in hell that any of you ladies is going to get some weak ass fight from me. You can underestimate me all you like if that somehow makes you feel more confident then all the power to you but don't go crying after you lose."

She stands, revealing what appears to be a U of T sweatshirt and yoga pants.

"You see, you ladies are in my territory now. I'm not saying it is a pissing contest. You all have legitimate skills ad I'm not denying that at all, but I am saying is that you can't compare me to anyone else in this company because I am not like anybody else. You would be wise to remember that."

She then bends down to blow the camera a kiss.

"Get used to seeing my face ladies, 'cuz I'm not going anywhere."

The camera then fades out.

***

I had decided to be a nice girlfriend. Chris was out, training hard for this match. Not that I didn't feel I needed to train, just that I usually did my workouts in the morning. It's something I had done since I was 17. I woke up, did my run then finished off with core and strength training. I had followed this routine for years until I blew out my knee the first time. But as soon as I got the okay from the doctor, I was right back into it. Getting stronger. When I blew it out the second time, I was depressed. Baxter had cost me the chance at winning that gold and I knew for the most part that it was mostly my own fault for not being more astute. For not preparing for the match properly. For getting too cocky.

Some might say I was repeating the mistakes of my past now but telling the world exactly how I felt about the women I was facing but to be honest, I was playing it way smarter this time around. I was prepared for every single one of them. Even Kate. Even if she hadn't spoken to me since this match was announced. But I had meant what I said. I wasn't here to make friends and play nice. I was here to win matches. I was here to get top gold because I hadn't been able to get there before. This time was different.

Anyway, nice girlfriend... and by that, I meant me doing his laundry.

Yes, we both had maids. I'm not going to deny it. I paid a woman to come into my house every couple days to dust, vacuum, and tidy but when it came to my unmentionables I trusted no-one to treat them well. So I did the laundry myself. But this was Chris' house and he had neither a maid or the inkling to do his laundry until the dirty clothes became a mountain and spilled a lava river of boxers and smelly socks in a trail that lead to the bed.

I was exaggerating, which I am known to do but still. He didn't do it as often as I think you should so while he was out, I loaded up a basket and put them in the machine. I loved his machine, though. So easy to use, so clean. I just had a thing about that fresh laundry scent. Back home, we had a drying line. Not that we didn't have a dryer. We did, but there is something indescribable about that outdoorsy smell of fresh laundry that made me feel at ease. Now in the city and not exactly one to hang my skives outside my balcony I had to settle for those synthetic fabric softeners that offered an approximation of what fresh laundry should smell like. It would have to do, but this weekend Chris and I were headed to Ottawa and after, a short stay in Toronto where my father had planned a congratulatory dinner for my sister Jules and her new fiancé Luke. I still felt like they were far too young. He was 20, her barely 19. I just hoped they waited a while.  

Like ten years.

I whipped up a few cookies while I waited for the dryer, left them to cool while I folded up the load and then immediately go to put it away. Since I had practically moved into this place, Chris' drawers had started to become miraculously neater but that was probably because I had taken it upon myself to refold and organize his whole system. Maybe it was a bit presumptuous of me but I was always right. He knew this and eventually he always accepted my opinions as such. His socks were a mess, though. How someone needed this many I will never know.

I pick up my phone:

Bliss
You have a lot of socks

I texted it to him while I started to pull them from the drawer. He had way too many black pairs in my opinion.

Chris
My drawers are fine. Don't reorganize the socks.

That was strange.

Bliss
Too late.

The response comes right away.

Chris
Just don't touch the tan ones.

The tan ones, why the tan ones? He had six pairs and as I moved them to see the black velvet ring box. There was no doubt that's what it was and my heart started beating fast.

Bliss
You better get home and explain this.

Leaving the socks and drawer the way it was, haphazardly in the middle of being overhauled and found my way to the living room. I set the box on the coffee table, afraid to open it. Afraid of what might be inside.

Chris
Explain what? That you found something you shouldn't have?

Bliss
Just come home

Chris
On my way.

It wasn't like I was mad. Not really. I just... didn't know if I could say yes. If it was a diamond in that box but part of me, would feel disappointed if it wasn't a diamond. We'd only been together 2 and a half months. That was far too soon to think about marriage. Even if I had never felt this way about anyone before. Not even my ex-husband. Not Jimmy. But I wasn't ready and I was afraid that if he asked me if that was a diamond ring in there I was going to ruin this relationship because of that.

When he comes in, looks at me and the down at the box ad repeats this a few times before he finally stops to speak.

"Okay, so the thing about the ring is, I saw it. It was nice. I remembered that pearl is your birthstone and thought, 'hey maybe she'll like it.'"

Thank Fuck. A pearl ring. Just a really nice gesture that although will mean everything to me takes the pressure off that I'd felt building in my chest.

"So this is just a coincidence after my sister's news?"

I watch him because sometimes you could tell so much more from watching someone's facial expressions than you could from their words.

"Kind of. Maybe I was thinking that if you liked that ring and got used to wearing it... it would be easier when I replace it with a diamond."

He steps back, closing his eyes part way as if expecting me to punch him. I don't though. There was no reason to punch him. He was being very sweet.

"So like... a promise ring?" I close my eyes. I try really hard to steady myself even though my whole body is still shaking with unexplainable emotions.

"I suppose we could call it that." I feel him sit beside me and take my hand. I open my eyes to look up at him. "Do you want it to be?"

I blurt it out before really thinking. "No." I see something sparkle in his eye and quickly recover. "Not if that wasn't what it was meant to be. Marriage is like... a touchy subject considering last time it fell apart around me."

He brings my knuckles up to kiss them. "I wanted to gauge your reaction I guess. I know it's a delicate subject ad you're gun shy after everything that's happened the last time. Believe me; I'm nervous about it as well. I just know that I love you and when I do think about the future, it's with you and there's a large shiny diamond on your finger."

Well, I'm an asshole. I'm really embarrassed now because I acted like... well like an asshole.

"It's beautiful."

Liar, Liar pants on fire.

I hadn't even looked at it but to save face I pick up the box and flip it open. Then my words weren't a lie anymore. It really was beautiful. He takes it out ad slips it onto my right ring finger and it fits perfectly.

"I don't want you to feel obligated to propose Chris. I'm fine if it never happens."

"I don't feel obligated at all. I love you Kahlan. I'm not gonna rush to propose, but I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

I nod. Maybe I wasn't ready for a step like marriage but being with him for however long I had left sounded pretty damn good.

"I want that too. I know I'm not exactly one of these mushy sentimental chicks, but I do love you. There's just always been a connection between us."

"Yes, there definitely has." I take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, laying my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, kissing my temple. "I can honestly say I've never felt this way before"

I sigh. "Me either."

The rest is not fit for other people's eyes, but I will say this, there is never going to be any more doubts about where his heart is. Where my heart is for that matter.

It wasn't a diamond and it wasn't a promise ring, but it was a different kind of promise. A promise that no matter what, we were a team. Whatever got thrown at us next was going to be done together. I'd never really felt like I had this kind of support before. My exes all seemed to abandon me at the drop of a hat. My family had tried to encourage me not to do this at all. To not be a wrestler. To not get involved in this business or take over Olympia when Dad has his heart attack. Every opponent I'd ever had had attempted to try and wear me down. To use anything to get into my head and make me feel like I was out of my league.

The thing was, Even without Chris, I had the determination to accomplish my goals, but I tell you... it was a whole lot better to have people in your corner.