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The Goddess Gauntlet; SCW Women's Championship
Topic Started: Jul 10 2008, 07:05 PM (607 Views)
Mr. D
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Entrants:
Lenne Perez
Holly Adams
Katie Steward
Gigi Steward
Rachel Foxx
Ariel Alleqheri
Sarah Punche
Elizabeth Sweeney
Samantha Stevens
Kailey Connelly
Ashley Roberts
Taylor Summers

Teaser to be added shortly...

RP Limit: 2 RP limit
Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Saturday, July 19, 2008
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To The Next SCW Women's Champion after Rise to Greatness, You Will Never Live Up To Katie Steward
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Good Luck!


*Katie shakes her head in disappointment*
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[align=center]Along with most of the United States and abroad, Samantha Stevens had had a bone to pick with Katie Steward. Most had sat for thousands of hours of lovefests, forcing some to change the channel...but most sitting through the pain. Samantha had returned to SCW after a long hiatus where she had seen most of her demons dealt with. Her mother had passed away after being an emotional burden for way too long, taking the better part of sixths months to wither away. It had been an enlightening experience, because Samantha was allowed to sit for hours and listen to Samantha's mother rattle off things that she had kept inside of her for years... weird things, like how her mother drank when she was a child, and how her her sister (Samantha's aunt) had been a bastard child. Why anyone would want to listen to this, she couldn't say...but Samantha just waited her out. When Samantha was in Majestic, achieving some success, Samantha's mother decided to come back into her life...and it broke her down. Samantha was free.

She had returned to fuck with Katie Steward, and thought that Out of Control would be a good starting point to begin the ascent to throwing her off of the top of the hill. Samantha was ready to pul herself out of the ashes and reinvest in her ability. But the bump in the road had been her defeat...circumstances might have questioned the means, but it was a defeat. The loss had cemented Samantha's inability to choose whether or not she wanted to continue working at a profession that she wasn't sure she wanted to be in. It had taken Katie Steward to bring her back, and it was Katie Steward that was going to keep her in the game. Her antics lately had reinvigorated something inside...

Jen had broken the news to Samantha that she was involved in the Women's Gauntlet match. Once the news had set in, Samantha couldn't wait for Rise to Greatness.


Pontoosac Lake was beautiful during the summer, the sun shone every day through the trees surrounding the water and warmed the water all afternoon. Jen had done a good job of putting up eighty percent of the tent while Samantha sat “cooling off” in the shade. Her temper had driven Jen to send her off to sit, because she wasn't going to be able to put up with her for much longer.. it had begun to become a coping mechanism. But a few hours later, Samantha had started a fire and they had set up camping chairs so that they could eat snacks and relax.[/align]


Jen: “So I forgot the graham crackers, so sue me. I remembered the fucking Cool Ranch Doritos, didn't I? I really just don't know what to tell you...”

Samantha: “I know. I know, but seriously-- I asked you to make sure you bought smores shit, right? I told you to make sure.”

Jen: “I'm not going to keep arguing when what's done is done. Unless you want to go driving up and down Route Nine for an hour looking for a hole in the wall General Store. The chances are against you. Let's just sit and enjoy the things we did bring with us.”

[align=center]Samantha just sat there and sulked. She knew she was being pretty ridiculous but she was just trying to focus on the upcoming match and think about the array of opponents that were going to be involved in the match. There were many that she hadn't been up against and she had no idea what to expect from them. She was glad she had been able to get in the ring with Ariel Alleqheri, pulling out an all important victory. Even though Katie would be the one facing all of these women, she had some questions as to whether or not Katie was going to survive long enough to face Samantha.

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Jen: “You ready to head up the Thunderbolt? I mapped it out for us, and I think that we could probably make it up in about four hours or so if we take our time.”

Samantha: “We had better get started before the sun gets on top of our heads...we'll burn less.”

[align=center]Samantha followed behind Jen, who lead them on an exhibition that Samantha didn't expect, they chose trails that were extending themselves a little bit...but they took pictures and captured every step of the way. Staying behind was exactly what Samantha wanted, it had let her mind drift around and wander.[/align]

”The Rise to Greatness crowd is standing on their feet, cheering on Samantha Stevens who has just done the impossible and beat The Goddess Katie Steward! I can't believe it.”

”Who would have seen it coming? Lenne Perez almost had her in the previous match, but Steward was able to squeak that one out. Not this time!”

[align=center]Gigi Steward was dragging an exhausted Katie out of the ring, and back up the entryway as “Spiders” echoes throughout the arena. Confetti has started to fall from the rafters and it begins to swirl itself down to the floor, sometimes taking it's time to catch the air and waft down in its own sweet time. Samantha receives the Women's Championship Belt from the referee and hugs it close to her body...this was more than she had hoped for when she had started out the trek to the top of the mountain, it took all she had but damn was it nice to feel.[/align]

”A sold out Georgiadome crowd was able to witness this momentous event!”

”Shut the hell up you putz! Samantha's holding her first interview down in the ring/”

[align=center]Samantha had been walking around asking the ring crew on the outside of the ring for a mic. A grungy, sweaty guy handed one through the middle rope – it was time for the new champion to speak...[/align]


Jen: “You seriously would make a fucking speech the first thing fans would remember about your title reign? That's fucked up.”

[align=center]Samantha tripped over a root in the ground and fell to the ground, snapping herself back into reality. She had scraped the palms of her hands and dirtied the knees of her jeans...[/align]

Jen: “So Sam, I repeat...why would you want to talk instead of walking to the back and getting a cheer a few thousand times by holding up the belt. Wouldn't that be the normal thing to do?”

From a seated position... Samantha: “Ideally that is how I want things to turn out. I can play it over and over in my head but I still keep coming up with the same result. I win. I can sit here and think of so many ways that this match plays out. It's such a wild card match, you know? Katie thinks that the idea of this match is pointless... because she feels that if she can have a one on one match...that her stamina can be her advantage. She's in for a rude awakening, because soon she's going to face the toughest challenge posed the one step higher than a paper champion self.

It's more of how she can attune herself to change and suit the wrestling styles of all of the women in the match. Her need to be perfect is ultimately going to be her downfall. She's going to think that she's got the match in the bag...and I'm sure that I'm going to make her believe that. She'll get the best of me...almost down to the wire. But I will come back...I'll regain my bearings and then find the Thunderclap deep down inside. As I'm flying through the air, I'll be looking for Katie to make an epic comeback and knee me in the stomach. But in the split second that I slam across her, her defenses will be defeated.”


Jen: “You talk like Katie's the Deathstar or something...”

Samantha: “Nah, you fucking kid too much you know...I'm just making metaphors and shit, but you're pissing all over it.”

Jen: “Sam-- plain and fucking simple. Stop sweating the small stuff and look for an advantage somewhere. The rest will work out itself. Now come on, get off of the ground and wipe yourself off. We have a hell of a walk so that we can get back to the campsite before we need the lantern. I hate cooking in the dark on top of it... let's go.”

[align=center]Beginning to stand brush herself off, Samantha began walking again...this time in the opposite direction, knowing that keeping your head in the game is most key. She would try and focus less on the match and more on staying on the relaxed side getting closer to match time.[/align]

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PERSON: Fully Loaded - Fame
PROMO TITLE: The Road Not Taken...Fame Version
PROMO CONTENT:
(Promo 1 of 2: Women's Championship - Goddess Gauntlet, SCW Rise to Greatness July 20 2008)

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TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
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We open to find Fully Loaded member Elizabeth "Fame" Fortune, standing at the entrance to a wooded area, arms crossed and a look of education on her face. Huh? What the hell does THAT mean? (It means she looks ready to teach us something.)

Fame:
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." said the poet Robert Frost, at the beginning of his classic work. THIS wood is actually quite green and brown, not a single trace of yellow, but just the same, there are two roads diverging and we haven't even entered it yet! But like Frost, I too will travel the Road Not Taken when it comes to the SCW Women's Champion, Katie Steward.

She uncrosses her arms and smiles brightly.

Fame:
THANK YOU VERY MUCH, Katie Steward. YOU...are an AWESOME Women's Champion. However, there's just ONE problem. This isn't 1980's WWF, where Hulk Hogan and Wendi Richter constantly beat back challengers to their belts and the challengers still somehow managed to get over. Hell, even Wendi Richter couldn't keep the Women's Division AFLOAT after she finished feuding with Fabulous Moolah! We had to wait 10 years for Madusa to come over to the F from WCW and become the NEW Women's Champion, juggling the belt between herself, the APTLY named Bull Nakano, the returning Leilani Kai, and the late Bertha Faye. Now THAT'S a visual to assault your eyes with, isn't it?

She visibly shudders, then shrugs.

Fame:
Which is one reason I'm so THANKFUL we have a beauty queen like YOU Katie to spearhead our division through 2008. Of course, we have a LOT of hot girls trying to make a name for themselves in a LOT of companies these days, but there's no denying the fact that THIS company's the only one of them with such a thriving Women's Division...where the WWF-styled homegrown talents like you, Gigi, Lenne Perez, and, Sarah Punche--all very much like Hogan, Piper, Orton, and Orndorff--can co-mingle with AWA-styled Imports like myself, Kinney's pal Taylor Summers, and Lenne's pal Holly Adams...kind of like when Ted DiBiase, Curt Hennig, and Rick Rude showed up. And where all of us can interact with those who returned to action after lengthy absences like Rachel Foxx and Samantha Stevens, and brand NEW faces like Ariel Alleqheri and Kailey Connelly!

She nods her head approvingly.

Fame:
See? It's QUITE a well-rounded group of challengers for the self-proclaimed "Goddess" of SCW to go through to defend her belt! But make no mistake about it, you're NOT like Hulk Hogan in the 80's, who managed to stay champion while everyone under him flourished in their own way. No...in FACT, Katie, while you ARE an AWESOME champion...you are a POISON to the development of the SCW Women's Division. Of course, you might PREFER it that way, but without a division for you to rule OVER--making you basically a Queen without a country, ha HA!--you basically serve no real PURPOSE in this company, since you don't seem too eager to mix it up with the men the way Punche, Stevens, and myself are willing to do. And in THIS company, eye candy by itself gets fired pretty quickly once people are tired of their looks. Now, I'm not saying you should take a DIVE or anything, but you should at least think about your FANS! ...All THREE of them!

A quick chuckle as she turns her head slightly and raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

Fame:
Naw, I'm just kidding. You actually have FIVE fans. And the first THREE of them are actually Katie Steward's ego. Remember before when I compared you to Nick Bockwinkel, constantly dodging every attempt at legitimately leaving the AWA Title on Hogan? Of course you don't, because YOU live in Katie-Land, a magical land inside your giant head where everyone drops to the floor as you walk by so you don't have to have your feet touch ACTUAL ground! A magical opponent-free land where you don't have to DEAL with women like myself who have ACTUAL muscle definition and wrestling training that's MORE than just "poke-'em-in-the-eyes-and-roll-up-their-tights"; a magical mythical place surrounded by enchanted woods inhabited by nymphs who dance around singing "We love Queen Katie!" all the live-long day! It's a FANTASY WORLD, Katie! This is the REAL world! Well...as real as it gets around here, anyway.

A shrug and a "what're you gonna do?" expression.

Fame:
Meh, what're gonna do? And in the REAL world, when one woman gets too UPPITY and their head swells to the size of their SHOE CLOSET, the REST of us band together to deflate that oversized ego. Which is why Mr. Drachewych put this fun little match together in the FIRST place. SURE, you could find a way to beat all of us INDIVIDUALLY...though you only kept the belt against ME because Shawn Alexander Cage came in and attacked me...but there's CLEARLY something suspect, and probably steroid-related even, if you come out FIRST and weasel your way into beating ALL of us, that's for true. Besides...you'd still have to get past Gigi...and I don't think SHE, hungry young challenger she is at this point, would be willing to take a dive for you at SCW's BIGGEST show, would she? Two roads diverge in a yellow wood, Katie. Which one do you think SHE would take? ...How 'bout the REST of us?

She tilts her head to the side.

Fame:
Me...I took the one less traveled by, and I can GUARANTEE you that that has made all the difference.

She walks into the wood, fading from the view of the camera, as we FADE TO BLACK.
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At The Old Ballgame…

I’ve learned much throughout my life. I’ve experienced many things and have come away from all of them that much more of a human being. As of this moment, for now, I’m done learning. It’s time to put everything to the test this Sunday. It’s time to become the teacher, forcing the current teacher to be demoted to student status. Of course I’m talking about Katie Steward. My how it pains me to even say that name. Yup, I may have changed over the past several weeks, but she has always been the same. Always nothing short of a brat. Always thinking that she’s the best. Now hmmm…let me see, she’s hardly the best when she’s barely defended the Women’s Title during this current mammoth reign of hers. I’ve pointed it all out before so there’s no reason to go back through the details.

Instead, I’d rather look forward to Sunday and nothing else. Unfortunately, some of my competition in the women’s division don’t want to give my mind a ride on Easy Street. I’m not surprised. I mean…from Ariel attempting to give me a fight on Breakdown…a pitiful attempt might I add. To Kailey Connelly speaking towards me saying that I have “something in common with her” when I obviously don’t. I did, but a few weeks ago I made it known to the world that I was no longer “like her kind”. Anna Proof fucked that up herself. From Kailey, I’ve heard mumblings about me around the block and in the backstage area this past Wednesday whenever I passed by another of the women. Obviously they don’t take me lightly, nor should they! If you look around the women’s division today in the SCW, I am THE most successful female when it comes to taking on SCW’s top talent. No one can argue my point…not even Katie herself.

I smile knowing that it’s all true before I walk up to the ticket counter just outside of Turner Field in Atlanta. Hot evening…a great one to take in a baseball game. It just so happens that the Nationals are in town too…one of the two teams near where I grew up, the other being the Baltimore Orioles. I’m mainly here to relax though and not get caught up in all the hoopla. I’ll do my best to make myself invisible. Besides, the time to show everything that I have is Sunday…not tonight.

My spot in line is now up and I willingly pay the person behind the window the admittance fee. As soon as I have my ticket, I see who was waiting in line behind me.


Sarah: Oh, it’s you. I didn’t know that you were in to baseball at all.

Guy: There’s a lot that you still don’t know about me. We’ve barely even scratched the surface. But we CAN dig in real deep. I’d love to dig real deep into your bush…

Before he can react, I slap him on the left side of his face. He palms where I smacked him and has a loving, cheesy grin on his face. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that. He seems even more enamored with me now. Yeah, he’ll follow me, attracting more attention to me…the exact opposite of what I want. A rare apology is in order here. I don’t want him all over me like honey.

Sarah: Look, I’m sorry that I did that. But that was VERY rude of you. If you would mind leaving me alone, I would appreciate it.

Guy: No can do blondie, I got the seat next to you…

Sarah: Just trade with someone… For me? I know that you’ll do it for me.

Guy: This time I can’t. I suggest that you make the best of it. Think about it. The game is a full nine innings…or more. We could really get to know each other…

Sarah: It’s a bad time. You know damn well that I have Rise to Greatness and the Women’s Championship on my mind. I for one am not going to let Katie Steward continue her ridiculous title reign. And I don’t need you holding me back.

Guy: Oh, so this baseball game isn’t holding you back blondie?

Ouch. He’s got a point there.

Sarah: Alright, fine, sit next to me for all I care! Just don’t buy any booze. I don’t want to be smelling that crap. You shouldn’t be drinking anyway.

Guy: Yes mommy.

He emits another cheesy grin as he grabs for my left hand. I yank it away but he grabs for it again. I try to walk fast, but he keeps up and grips my hand really tight. I give in! Something that I won’t be doing at Rise to Greatness. I have sworn to myself that I’ll be the last one standing. As far as Katie Steward goes, she won’t have what she’s had for far too long.

I sigh as I try to keep my mind completely on this Sunday. It’s hard though with “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” playing and this fellow SCW roster member holding my hand prisoner. He has yet to let me know his first name. All I know is that he’s had one match so far in the SCW…in which he was on the winning side…the side that I yearn to be on. And with Anna now gone, I feel as if I can get back to my winning ways. But not with this creep around.

I let him lead me to our seats though. The moment that I sit down, he goes to put his arm around me, as if we were in a movie theater.


Sarah: Excuse me, but who do you think you are? You can’t just sit there, keeping your body parts to yourself?

Guy: You know who I am Sarah. We’ve only been hanging out here and again for the past couple of weeks. First that club…that shit made me hard as a rock by the way. Then in the quad at Penn State with my tag team partner… Now here.

I throw my arms up in frustration.

Guy: But if you’re wondering, the name’s Kian…one half of the future SCW Tag Team Champions, the Princes of the Universe. Not to mention I’m good at everything I do…

Sarah: Right… Then do me a huge favor Kian. Be good at just sitting there.

Kian: Sure blondie…

Hopefully this will lead to peace and quiet. Although I highly doubt it. I think I might go grab myself a bottle of water…and take my time getting back to my seat. Hell, I might not return to my seat at all. As a matter of fact…

Sarah: I’ll be back in a bit Kian. Knock yourself out and have a ball.

Kian: But you’ll miss the player introductions.

Like I care? I’m really beginning to regret buying the ticket to what I thought would be a blissful evening outdoors. The crowd noise I wouldn’t have minded. But Kian…he’s reminding me of a fucking three year old whining and throwing a tantrum… Okay, maybe not that extreme, but I’m sure you can get somewhat of a picture. Sighing again I stand up and leave his presence, heading for the vendor area which is on the first base side. Our seats are on the third base side…way up in the upper deck… You know, the nosebleeds, since we got tickets right before game time. Not a problem though. Not like I’ll be sitting down. I think I’ll actually just walk around leisurely, for the entire game…or I’ll just leave early. Probably what I’ll do if the Nationals get down. And I’ll know when that’s happening too. One…I can see the field of play as I’m walking. And two…the crowd will cheer since we’re in Atlanta.

And so my journey begins. It takes quite a bit of time to actually make the rounds over to the concession area, but I now have my bottle of Aquafina and I’ve taken a handful of gulps. Hell, I may have to buy a second and maybe a third. The money won’t mean anything to me though. I make oodles of it. And I’ve had oodles of it ever since my parents died as I inherited every penny that they had. And every penny of it that I’ve spent has made me who I am today…and that’s a young woman in her early 20s ready to become a champion yet again…this time for the fourth occurrence in my wrestling career. Two belts in ole ULW and two here. I couldn’t win the Women’s Championship last year at this time as I fell short to Sheryl Marie Gray, but this time…this time will be different. This time it will be all about experimentation…finding what will work in the ring and what won’t. Oh Katie should be worried about crossing me…and not just because I’ve been a lesbian in the past either. She should be concerned about almost all of her competition this Sunday, because all of us ladies are very, VERY hungry. And just to think that Katie might make it to the very end…impossible. She would have to face and somehow defeat all of us to complete the task. And when you put someone as complete as me, Sarah Punche, in her way…she won’t make it out with the Women’s Title intact. Don’t believe me? Fine. You’ll be astonished if you’re one of those non-believers…

I smile now as I rest my arms on a sill and look out at the field. The Nationals are batting in the top of the first inning. My blond hair is still as there is no breeze whatsoever. My skin is glistening even though the sun has already begun its descent for the evening. Now this is a perfect scene. No Anna Proof, no Kian, no one harassing me…it’s great. It’s exactly what I need to focus on the matter at hand.


Sarah: Finally! Some me time!

I throw up my arms again, but this time not in frustration, but with glee. They go up so high that my armpits are exposed. Oh don’t worry, deodorant is there. I always use it…every day. I’m clean…not some filth ball like some of these little girls we have running around the SCW. Case in point…Holly Adams. She’s been here in the SCW for what…just over two months officially and she’s already knowingly done the wild thing with at least three members of the SCW roster! Talk about being a tramp! If she somehow became the Women’s Champion, I wouldn’t be one to look up to her for guidance. If she can’t even choose a man that she really wants, how the hell is she supposed to hold herself together long enough to pull a win over Katie Steward out of her ass…again? She got lucky this past Wednesday, but that won’t happen again. Although if it does and she beats Katie early on in the gauntlet…good news for me. As much as I want to be the one to defeat Katie, if someone beats me to it Sunday night…that’s all fine and dandy. All that matters is that I’m the last one standing when the final curtain falls. All of these bitches know that I can do it. They’ve seen me defeat Damian Angel. They’ve seen me defeat Shawn Alexander Cage…Josh Hudson… As for Katie Steward, I’ve never had my one on one opportunity…so I don’t want to hear the bull crap about how I’ve already had my shot against Katie, because I never have! And seriously, just because I was the one that had the Women’s Title shot at last year’s Rise To Greatness, doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t be included for this Sunday’s festivities. The boss obviously saw things my way and sees me as a very legitimate threat to become the new Women’s Champion. He obviously sees ALL of us as threats…even though I don’t.

Tapping my right foot, I watch the rest of the top of the first until the Nationals record their three outs, much to the pleasure of the Atlanta Braves fans. I then back away from the seating area and see that there are some overhead monitors in the back alleyway. I could watch the game there if I choose to…although most of it I will probably just ignore. Ignoring my competition though…that’s just not going to happen. I showed that I’m not going to overlook any of these wenches when I basically obliterated Ariel on Breakdown. That trend will continue right here in Atlanta. That trend will lead me to victory…along with all of the skills that I possess. And trust me…those are plentiful as you all should already know. I’m not some no-talent rookie just making my splash. I’m a professional and I deserve to be treated like one! But noooo…of course not… Instead they all wish to be jealous of me. Well, soon they will have even more reason to be green with envy…


Sarah: Now Lenne…I’m going to openly let you know that you will NOT be winning the Women’s Championship. Over my dead body on that one! I mean, you’re just about as bad as your “friend” Holly over there. Look at all the men that you’ve taken sides with…David Grenier, Calvan Greene, Alex Desoubrais Jr., that rat bastard Colby Proof…say you were forced there, but you know you liked it… It’s no wonder that you’re all distraught and confused. But sure…you have your personal problems too. I won’t bother saying anything on that matter. I wouldn’t want you to be welling up with tears in the ring. It would be very baby-like and unprofessional. And being that there is a slight, small chance that the two of us could be the last to survive, I’d rather have you in a spot where you THINK that you can actually win…only so I can disappoint you…only so I can turn you away from the Women’s Championship, much like Katie has done to you so many times in the past.

Heh, and speaking of women that have had their one on ones with Katie…how about you Samantha? I mean come on…we even gave you the advantage in your contest. We were all lumberjacks trying to help you to beat Katie and in the end, you couldn’t get the job done. You fell short…something that I would not have done in that spot. Why, I would still be holding the Women’s Championship if I had the golden opportunity that you had. It was just at the time I was preoccupied with other matters. I figured that Katie Steward could wait, but no longer. I’m sure this time around Samantha you’ll fare a bit better, although it still won’t be enough to get around me. You see, I’m an entirely different animal than Katie. Katie just believes that she’s soooo great because she hangs around the Women’s Division, not wanting to actually challenge herself. This is actually her first real challenge ever since her most recent reign as Women’s Champion began. A reign that’s seen her also defend the belt against her own protégé, Gigi, a young girl that I’ve come across in the ring before…and beaten. But Samantha, I can give Gigi a small piece of credit. At least she came after me when I had the Adrenaline Championship. She showed more moxie than Katie. So what about you though? What about Samantha Stevens? Well Samantha, much like Ariel, I don’t see you as a high threat to become the next Goddess of the SCW. Trust me, leave the role to someone who can actually handle it…that being me.


I slip on down the path and situate myself underneath one of the television monitors. I slump down and sit on the pavement Indian-style. Very few people will pass me… I might even be invisible here. Again, that thought just brings the perfect sized smile to my beautiful face. A face that is also very determined…a face that everyone will soon recognize as the face of the SCW Women’s Champion. The belt really doesn’t belong to any other…

Sarah: As for Gigi, since I’ve brought her name up, I should let her know that she’s obviously delusional…especially on the front where she’s calling Katie a fighter? Gigi, perhaps you haven’t heard everything said in the past and in the present about Katie’s current title reign… She has not even defended the belt a full handful of times and when she has it’s been against naïve disgraces like you, Samantha and Elizabeth Sweeney. Oh wait, she couldn’t even get a pinfall or a submission against Sweeney! Gigi, you really need to crawl out of the closet that Katie has you in and realize that you need to live life for yourself, not under her wing. She is a horrible influence. At least when I had little Mary under my wing, I knew how to take care of her. I didn’t say “you MUST do this” and “you MUST do that”. Also Gigi, do you actually think that Katie’s happy that you’re in this match? Hell no! She sees you as a threat too you know. She may say that you’re talented Gigi, but in the end, she wants to mash your face in to keep the Women’s Title. That’s the same thing that she wants to do to the lot of us, but I won’t succumb like all the others. I’ll be the one that will be able to rise up and defeat your teacher. No longer will you be able to call her a goddess, Gigi. You’ll have to refer to Katie as ordinary as you both watch me don my royal robe, hold my golden scepter, wearing my crown and wrap the SCW Women’s Championship around my waist.

That goes for the lot of you! You know, from those like Kailey Connelly who believes I’m still a lesbian…all the way to Ashley Roberts, I mean Cherry, I mean Roberts, I mean Cherry… Ah never mind! If any of you actually believe that you’re going to pass SCW’s Experimentalist by, you’ll be utterly disappointed when you get star struck. Yeah I know that we’re all out for Katie’s blood and the Women’s Championship, but I’m out for more than just that. I’m out to show that I’m head and shoulders above the rest. No longer will Katie Steward rule the roost. A new royal reign is about to begin…


Kian: Hell yeah one is…the Princes of the Universe!

I look up and to my right and Kian stands there. How the FUCK could he find me in this huge place? Unbelievable! Well, I guess I’m forced to be by his side now. I stand up and he proceeds to drag me back to where our seats are. From the scoreboard I see that the game is into the third inning now. Still a long way from the finish which means more time of being with Kian. I don’t know if I can take it, but I’ll try to cope. Maybe he won’t be so bad if I sit with him…and allow him to put his arm around me. Maybe his happiness will be my happiness. As of this moment, I’m willing to try anything…run any experiment possible…because when the curtain rises on Rise To Greatness, I want to be clear of everything else. I want to see only the SCW Women’s Championship and I will settle for nothing less. As of right now, to me, Kian is less, even though he considers himself a prince. He should know that he sits with the future queen of the SCW…that he’s sitting with feminine greatness…

Kian: Now will you stay here with me blondie? I even got us a few bags of M&Ms. I figured that you love chocolate.

He’s right about that, but who doesn’t like chocolate? I take one of the tiny baggies and open it, popping a few of them into my mouth. Tastes real sweet. Hmmm…perhaps my last inkling is correct. I slide back in my seat the whole way and watch the game. Kian does as well, but slowly yet surely his arm slides back around me until his right hand is on my right shoulder. It’s a tender feeling, not a rough one. I look over at his hand on it…I look at the shoulder of the soon-to-be SCW Women’s Champion. And well…Katie Steward…she won’t be able to do a thing about it. Talking won’t help her. Any little bit of training she might be doing won’t help her. Praying won’t help her. Trying to get the match cancelled won’t help her. She MUST go through with this. We ALL must go out and compete, only to find out that the next SCW Woman’s Champion will be a woman that is so perfect, so refined, so knowledgeable, and so looking to the future. That woman? You’re looking at her. Nope, I’m not a “diva” from the past like Rachel Foxx and I’m not the friend of the current World Champion. Obviously I’m making reference to one Taylor Summers… No, I’m not any of the eleven that will fail at Rise to Greatness. To put it bluntly, you’re looking at Miss Sarah Punche… And by the time Sunday is over, you shall all be forced to remember my god-like name…forever.
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ACCESS FOXX



NARRATOR: “The following Access Hollywood special is being aired in its entirety. It is unedited and uncensored, and as such contains explicit language. Parental discretion is strongly advised.”

The scene opens in the Access Hollywood studio, where we see Billy Bush standing in front of a large screen showing a still shot of Rachel Foxx with the captioning “The Foxx Files” written in elegant letters on the bottom. Billy takes a few steps forward and begins talking.

BILLY BUSH: “She is a world renown wrestling diva, cut-throat manager/valet, successful business woman, the CEO of her own company, designer of her own clothing line, owner of her very own Beverly Hills night club, and sole heiress to the legendary Foxx empire. At 21 years of age Rachel Foxx is standing on top of the world, having accomplished more in her short existence than most people will in their entire lifetime. Unfortunately Rachel’s legacy has recently been marred with conflict, controversy and even criminal behavior, and the general public seems to be turning on her; but is that really her? When the fans go home, the arena lights go dark, the cameras turn off, and no one is looking, what is the REAL Rachel Foxx like? Recently, Rachel invited our own Maria Menounos to her home for a very rare and extremely personal interview. The following is that interview in its unedited entirety.”

The scene shifts from the Access Hollywood studio to Santa Monica Blvd in sunny Beverly Hills. The camera moves down the boulevard as we hear Maria doing voice over.

MARIA MENOUNOS (voice over): “Santa Monica Boulevard, it is one of the most well known streets in California, but as we walk down the part of the boulevard that runs through the heart of Beverly Hills, it seems that a more fitting name would be Foxx Boulevard. As we walk down the street our eyes are first caught by the intricate decoration of the Foxx Hole, one of Beverly Hills’ most exclusive nightclubs, which Rachel owns and operates by herself. A few miles down the road, on the corner of Wilshire and Santa Monica, we find the 6 story office building which houses the Foxx Management Agency, outside of which is a billboard featuring the young Ms. Foxx for SCW’s Thursday night show Hostility; and, just when you thought you had seen it all, we come to a boutique with a sign advertising the new Foxxy clothing line. If you want to see the public face of Rachel Foxx, all you have to do is walk down the streets of Beverly Hills, or turn on a television, but we aren’t looking for her public side.”

Santa Monica Blvd fades, and is replaced by a scene that looks almost fake. The dew drops shimmer on the perfectly trimmed lawn as the morning sun rises over the 3 story palace of a house known as Foxx Manor.

MARIA (voice over): “To find the real Rachel, we would have to go where no reporter has ever been allowed before. After long negotiations I was allowed into Foxx Manor for a one-on-one interview with the Dark-Haired Temptress herself. Many of my colleagues tried to talk me out of it, saying that she is unstable, and extremely volatile. I was unsure what to expect when she answered the door.”

The door of the house opens, and we see Rachel Foxx inviting Maria in with a warm smile on her face. Maria enters the house, and we see the door close behind her.

MARIA (voice over): "Far from the monster she has been portrayed as over the past few months, Rachel was a warm and inviting host, making sure we were all comfortable, brewing coffee, and even making breakfast for the hungry crew as we waited for lights and cameras to be set up. After finishing her coffee, and washing the dirty dishes, we were finall ready to start our interview."

The scene shifs from the dining room, to the sitting room where we see Rachel Foxx and Maria Menounos sitting across from eachother in comfortable armchairs.


MARIA: “So how is life?”

Rachel smiles.

RACHEL: “Right now, life is great. I mean between training, in-ring competition, managing clients, running the FMA, and trying to get my own clothing line off the ground, I work almost 20 hours a day, every single day. Those long days definitely take their toll on me, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

MARIA: “What is the best part of the day for you?”

A warm smile spreads across Rachel’s lips.

RACHEL: “The greatest part of my day is coming home, slipping under the covers of my bed, and falling asleep in Daniel’s arms.”

MARIA: “So you two are really serious?”

RACHEL: "I really think so. I mean when he's with me, I feel like a love-sick school girl. I get weak, its hard to speak."

Rachel sighs and her smile grows wider.

RACHEL: "He makes me feel safe, and I love him for that. Unfortunately he couldn't be here today. In preparation for his match with Greg Cherry at Rise to Greatness he has been training extra hard, which means he isn't around very much."

MARIA: "And what is your training schedule look like as Rise to Greatness approaches?"

RACHEL: "Well I wake up at 5:00 every morning, and go for a 5 mile run, then go into work at the agency. At noon I take a three hour break for strength and conditioning training, return to work at about 3:30, work until 6:00pm, then its off to the gym for 3 hours of in-ring sparring. After that it is off to the Foxx Hole for a few hours of relaxation before crawling in next to Daniel until the cycle starts over the next morning."

MARIA: "On top of all that you are trying to launch your own clothing line?"

Rachel laughs.

RACHEL: "Yeah. The Foxxy clothing line are finally available online and on the streets, which is a serious load off my back. I mean it is still another burden on an already long list of daily tasks, but it is nice to finally be able to walk down the street, and see girls everywhere wearing clothes that you designed yourself."

MARIA: "I can imagine"

The scene fades to the Access Hollywood logo.

MARIA (voice over): Well it appears that the spark between Daniel and Rachel is real, and while she is busier than a bee these days, she seems on the outside to be happy; but when we return, Rachel is forced to answer some more serious questions, and our interview gets a little less than friendly.

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MARIA: "So I am going to ask the question that has been on everyone's minds. Tell me about the Skylar Desoubrais incident"

The warm inviting smile onRachel's lips is now replaced with a sinister grin. Se answers the question with a chuckle

RACHEL: "What is there to tell you that you don't already know? Damian angel approached Daniel and myself and offered us a hefty reward for our assistance in kidnapping Skylar; an offer that we were more than willing to accept."

MARIA: "Do you ever regret that decision?"

RACHEL: "Not even for a moment. You see, we work in a very cut-throat business where working your ass off isn't enough to get you ahead. Daniel and I worked hard each and every week to give the crowd exactly what they wanted, but our efforts seemed to go completely unoticed. But now look at us!! Apart from the addition of Asher Hayes to our ranks, kidnapping Skylar is the best thing to happen to Bad Company."

A look of shock and disgust sweeps across Maria's face.

MARIA: "You're telling me that you kidnapped an innocent women just to further your own career, and you don't harbor even a shred of guilt for that?"

RACHEL: "First of all, you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that you honestly believe that fucking bitch is innocent. The only reason anyone gives a shit about her is because she is CHBK's daugter. She is another diva piggy-backing on the success of her male counterparts, and I will not tolerate that."

There is a fire in Rachel's eyes as she is now standing, and yelling at the top of her lungs.

RACHEL: "Secondly, you have absolutely no idea how this business works. Being nice, and following the rules won't get you anywhere, and believe me I tried. Each week I gave the fans what they wanted, but they always wanted more more MORE!!! In the end you have to stop working for the fans, and start working for yourself.You have to figure out what it is that YOU want, and then take it by any means neccesary. Kidnapping Skylar was our way of taking what we wanted, now people know who we are, and are talking about us."

MARIA: "but the talk is all negative. Those people out there hate and fear you."

RACHEL: "Positivity and negativity don't matter. People are still talking about us, and Bad Company is a household name now. I would rather have every single SCW fan hate me then not know who I am. I have worked to long and too hard in this company to go unnoticed, and the Skylar incident was only the begining."

The scene once again fades to the Access Hollywood logo.

MARIA (voice over): "What does Rachel mean the Skylar incident was only the begining? What does Rachel have in store for Bad Compay; and more frightening, what does Bad Company have in store for the SCW? All that and more when we return."


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MARIA: "What do you have in store for Bad Company?"

Rachel leans back in her chair and grins.

RACHEL: "I intend to up the violence factor!! Asher, Daniel and I have finally made a name for ourselves, and now it is time for us to take over. We have already claimed the careers of Selina, Cadence and Abby, and ended Xander's winning streak. One by one by one, every single SCW star will fall and be left in a wake of blood and bruises, and that is all I am going to say about that."

MARIA: "Alright...moving on...on the way to Taking Hold of the Flame you made the following statement on your blog:

'I look in my rear view mirror at the sledge hammer laying in my back seat and laugh. I may not beat Lenne, but no one says I can't mess her face up really good. Its kind of sad, but this is how I vent. You see, to Lenne, this is a win-lose situation. She wants to win, and that is her flaw. I on the other hand do not care whether I win or lose. When my music hits, and I walk down that ramp towards the ring, my only concern is making sure Lenne has to be wheeled back up the ramp. I want her to look in the mirror the next morning, and be unable to recognize her own face through all the bandages and bruises.'

What exactly does that mean?"

RACHEL: "It means that I no longer look at my matches as win-loss situations. Instead I see each match as a way to vent my frustrations. I don't step into the ring thinking 'How can I win this match?' I go into each of my matches thinking 'How can I destroy this person's face to the point that their own mother can't recognize them?' My goal is to send each of my opponents home wondering if it is really a safe idea to continue in this line of business."

MARIA: "You also said earlier in this interview that you were angry at Skylar for 'piggy-backing on the success of her male counterparts.' What did you mean by that?"

RACHEL: "Too often in this company you see women who think that being associated with a succesful SCW star gives them the right to walk around here with a false sense of accomplishment, and deman title shots. The prime example of this is Ashley Roberts. The only reason anyone knows her naem is because she was once married too multi-time SCW champion Greg Cherry. She believes that her former marriage, and the fact that she is now screwing the other two members of what was once known as the Cherry Pit Crew are real accomplishments. Add in the fact that she somehow managed to get her face on the cover of a magazine no one reads, and suddenly she believes that she should be the number one contender for the SCW Women's Championship."

Rachel is once again on her feet, and now pounding on the table in front of her.

"Elizabeth Sweeny, or whatever the hell she is calling herself these days is another example of this. Her biggest accomplishment is that she wrestled me and thinks she won because I was attacked towards he end of the match. Let me clarify a few things: Number one, because I was the one attacked, I WON that match via disqualification. Those are the rules, if you don't like them get the fuck out. Second, before the cowardly attack on me, the momentum of the match had shifted, and if she thinks for one minute that she had that match won, she is a complete idiot!!!! SCUMBAG BOTTOM FEEDERS LIKE THEM MAKE ME FUCKING SICK!!!!! These women are the cancer that is sucking the credibility from the SCW Women's division, and they must be eliminated!!"

MARIA: "You have also been very vocal in your protest of the current champion, Katie Steward. Why is that?"

RACHEL: "She hasn't really done ANYTHING to make the SCW Women's title a legitimate championship, and yet se thinks that every week we should go out and kiss her feet. She is an arrogant, self-centered, egotistical piece of shit, and it is her time to fall. There is a quote in the All-American Rejects song 'Top of the World' that when altered ever so slightly, totally fits this situation:

'It's a queen that we put up there,
And she's a short way to fall from grace
It's slowly filling upward.
You can stand but you have no ground.
I hear it from the lost words.
They say its time that you lost your crown.'


Its time that Katie got a whiff of reality, and this Goddess Gauntlet is the perfect opportunity for me to deliver it. Not only will she lose her title, but bythe end of the night she will be so brutalized and humiliated that she will not want to show her face in public."

MARIA: "While we are on the topic of the Goddess Gauntlet, what do you think of the other competitors?"

A sinister laugh escapes Rachel's lips.

RACHEL: "When you eliminate the newbies, who haven't done ANYTHING to earn a spot in this match (Connelly and Ariel), and the bottom feeders (Roberts, Sweeney, and Gigi) you are left with only a handful of serious competitors, and I look forward to getting my hands on each and every one of them!!"

MARIA: "How does the phrase 'Rachel Foxx, SCW Women's Champion' sound to you?"

RACHEL: "I like it a lot, and by the end of Rise to Greatness, it will be a reality. After I have delivered a healthy dose of justice to each on of the competitors, sending them one by one back to the locker room bloddied and broken, and once Katie Steward has benn completely torn from her thrown of lies, I will take the title of SCW WOmen's Champion, and carry it proudly. I plan to bring respect and credibility back to the women's division, and I will pull no punches on my way to achieving that goal!!"

MARIA: "Well we wish you all the best."

The fire in Rachel's eyes fades jus as quickly as it appeared. Her eyes soften, and her lips form themselves into a smile. Suddenly, she is back to being the warm host who fed the crew breakfast, and entertained them with amusing antecdotes as they waited for their gear to be set up.

RACHEL: "Thank you so much Maria, and I hope I don't dissapoint."

Rachel shakes Maria's hand, and the two of them continue to talk as the lights dim, and tghe credits begin to roll.
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OOC: After writing Gigi's RP. I thought of something different for Katie's RP and instead of the white room with Katie alone with her thoughts... have something a bit more Katie like
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For The Final Time, Good Luck Everyone.
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This was sent to me last night at 10:30. Unfortunately, Samantha Stevens was one of the accounts affected by the delete.

[align=center]Traveling to the Georgiadome had taken no time at all...in fact, Samantha couldn't help with how smoothly things went on her travel down. She had grown accustomed to experiences that had constantly ruined the fact that she could be in a different state and city every single day and not enjoy them. After 9/11, no one who traveled in the air would be the same. There are videos all over the net of people being unfairly harassed and assault, all in the name of security. But digressing back to Georgia...

Quietly for the last couple of days comment for the upcoming Rise to Greatness PPV had been surfacing and as Jen no sooner got ahold of them, she would make sure to run them by Samantha, usually after breakfast. Especially of interest was not what the other women of SCW were saying, because who cares of their opinions, right? She paid much more attention to the predictions that other wrestlers were making about the winners. Samantha felt that this was equivocal to some of the “dirt sheets” that were put out in the industry..you didn't know whether to listen to them because they just became a huge distraction. Samantha liked to think that she was able to hold down the anger that other people's opinions caused her...but she is of course, a bad...bad liar.

Thusly, Samantha wanted nothing to do with reports of her sure and utter demise in the Rise to Greatness Gauntlet Match that had been stacked on the coffee table. Using enough force to kick them over, she play-kicked the pile over. Every thing that she'd done over the last few days has been attempting to drive the tension out of her. It took hold frequently, her anxieties making her jitter and pretty jumpy... She'd been offered several types of medications, but stimulants to calm you? Why in the hell would a professional wrestler who was sedate in the ring? They'd move around and get their asses kicked in less than three minutes. So she'd found ways to cope with stressors in her life and could finally take a deep breath without feeling like her chest would cave in.

Jen had been out trying to get some food out on the main drag, where box restaurants were the standard on the busy strip mall laden highway. Samantha checked the alarm clock and scoffed. Jen had been gone an hour and she hadn't received a peep much less a fucking text or something.

Samantha walked over and sat on the tall bed, clicking on the television and zoning out.

*KNOCKKNOCK*[/align]

Samantha: “-tha fuck?”

[align=center]Samantha slide off of the bed and walked over to the door. Strangely enough, nothing could be seen out of the peep hole. It was as if the incandescent light that would have backlight the person outside the door was out. Samantha couldn't help but think that someone should have seen that it was out on the hotel staff...but nonetheless, she opened the door.

Of course no one was there.

As she took no more than two steps back to the bed, there was another knock at the door. This time, slightly pissed off, Samantha stalked back to the door and swung it open. She spun on her heel and faced the person at the doorway, hoping to see if there were kids ringing random doorbells or hell even if some Jehovah's Witnesses are started to canvas the hotels...[/align]


Samantha: “Now listen here, asshole. Next you want to-”

Jen: “It's me you fucking asshole! Where the hell do you get off scaring me half to death and ... you know I almost dropped all of this food that you made me get.”

Samantha: “And you went...?

Jen: “To fucking Applebee's. I know you wanted the 99, but the line was out the door...and you said no Waffle House. Where the hell else was I supposed to go? It's five o'clock on a Saturday night...most places had people lined up outside with those little buzzer things. I wasn't about to be out any longer than I had to.”

Samantha: “Well, I'm not the one who let Enterprise stick us with a car that has no air conditioning.”

Jen: “You know what, Champ? I have a good mind to--”

[align=center]Samantha postured towards her.[/align]

Samantha: “A good mind to do what, now?”

Jen: “You see now, this is what we don't need. You need to put the bowl away and stop smoking...at least until after Sunday is over. It's making you all paranoid and creepy right now.”

Samantha: “Well, I know...but--”

Jen: “No. Not right now Sam, lets grab food and we can talk. The spinach and artichoke dip is going to congeal soon...and then it'll be all warped in the container.”

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[align=center]Several hours had passed in the hotel room, the food trays lying empty, half-empty glasses and silverware strewn all over the hotel sized dining area. Topics of conversation hadn't really crossed into wrestling, although Jen was wondering if Samantha had seen all of the wrestlings mags that she had been able to dig up in Georgia. Samantha wouldn't bite on that conversation, and Jen knew better than to push things. Jen knew that Samantha would be ready for tomorrow, almost looking forward to it being over.

After a little convincing, and even though Jen thought better of it, she rolled a bone and sat there with it hanging from her lips. She thought that they had done enough for one day, but Samantha knew that with just a little convincing...she could change Jen's mind in a second.[/align]


Samantha: “You know, my mind keeps running over tomorrow in my head...over and over and over again. I wonder which one of the women is going to be the first opponent for Katie. You know, she really thinks that she's going to hold on and beat every woman on the roster.”

Jen: “Well, she pretty much has beaten every woman on the roster. She's someone who can back up what she claims.”

Samantha: “Are you kidding me? If you're so knowledgeable, than how many times has the Queen defended her belt? Hmmm? I'll tell you. She's defended her belt three successful times in the nine months that she's had it. She defeated me at Out of Control. She beat her protege Gigi Steward and she beat Calli Bennett. She won the title in November and has had ample opportunity to be champion, because she WON'T fight. I'm sick and tired of listening to her lovefest freak shows week in and week out, they don't bring people to love her...they bring people to hate her. You ever seen that movie Chicago, Jen?”

[Jen: “You mean that shitty musical with Queen Latifah and Catherine Zeta Jones?”

Samantha: “Yes, that exact movie. You know the premise of that movie is that the main character, Roxie Hart, a wannabe starlet, is in prison for shooting her lover. While she's in prison she day dreams the entire movie away thinking the following.

One. She imagines, in her own brain, that she becomes a big star whom everyone wants to be around. Everyone wants to do her laundry, get her autograph, news reporters want her for interviews, people start naming their babies Roxie. It gets pretty out of hand.

The second comparison can be made by seeing what happens on her decent. In the movie, someone else comes in and swoops up all of the notoriety that Roxie thrived for. Someone else came along and took everything that she had. She ended up a broken woman...until of course she latched onto someone else who was more talented than she was. She rode their coattails to the top again.”


Jen: “I think that your logic has broken down Sam.”

Samantha: “Bullshit. What I'm saying is that no matter how long you're on that top pedestal, someone is always waiting...an opportunist is always waiting to grab on to where you are. Katie Steward is a dreamer, a wishful fucking thinker. She's rather surround herself with people who are just as snowed over as she is. In the case of Gigi Steward, I think she's really starting to snap out of it The fog is down around her eyes and she is seeing just how much Katie holds her down and stomps on what budding career she has.”

Jen: “Yeah, she's dangerous.”

Samantha: “Dangerous? I honestly think that Gigi has the advantage going into this match...if there was an advantage to be had that is. No one can predict what will happen in any match that isn't there own...everything is going to happen with the luck of the draw.”

Jen: “Well, she is the closest person to Katie – I mean, she's bound to be picking up on some of Katie's mannerisms...seeing in ring strategy...stuff like that. Alright, I get what you're saying Sam...I just don't think that Gigi is the one to worry about.”

Samantha: “I know what you mean. We have a ton of other women, some of who have been tearing things up in their own rite trying to bring this thing home for themselves. I'd really like to get my hands on some of the other ones...too bad it's only Katie who has to have her hands in everything else. Did you read what Sarah Punche has had to say about me?”

Jen: “Ah...you did read the magazines I left for you before you so graciously kicked them everywhere. I was wondering if you had just sent me on that chase for nothing. Thanks for clarifying.”

[align=center]Jen sighed and rolled her eyes, then she started darting them around, looking for a lighter. She ran her thumb over the wheel and brought it up to the joint between her lips. After a long exhale, she sighed again, this time sounding satisfied. Once she was assured it was lit and staying that way, she passed it along to Samantha. They took turns, sitting silently, passing the joint back and forth between them.[/align]

Jen: “So...did you really need a joint to stop talking...or...what?”

Samantha: “No. No, I didn't. I mean...I've been thinking about that cliché. The one about the pot calling the kettle black. I looked up Sarah Punche's record for 2008. Now you realize that I've only been back wrestling since April....but we have pretty close win and loss records for the year. We've won and lost some important matches...mine of course being to the aforementioned Katie Steward. Facing her in a lumberjack match was incredibly stacking odds in my favor. And instead, I let that slip away...right from my fingertips. I had it, and then it was gone. But Sarah had her Adrenaline Title, right? She held the damn thing for 231 days...and that victory...that one more win in her column and successful title defense...wasn't hers that day. I'm sure she had the utmost confident in herself...just as she has been displaying recently. She seems to have a prevalence for fumbling the ball on the goal line.”

Jen: “There is a good chance that she will. But Gigi Steward and Sarah Punche aren't your only worries.”

Samantha: “Well, yeah there are a bunch of other women in the match. I...I do realize this you know. The only person who I have any experience with is Ariel Alleqheri...and we know how that ended up.”

Jen: “Lenne Perez?”

Samantha: “I've heard OF her...spoke with her a few times backstage.”

Jen: “Holly Adams?”

Samantha: “Nope.”

Jen: “Rachel Foxx?”

Samantha: “Yeah...”

Jen: “Really?”

Samantha: “No.”

Jen: “Alright...Elizabeth Swee--”

Samantha: “What the fuck is this, Kiddy Quiz Time with Jen? Lay off the fucking twenty questions, ok? Alright, so I don't know dick about most of the opposing players. It's not the end of the world. It really isn't.

It's...KATIE STEWARD IS THE ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS. I don't know how many times I need to yell and scream at myself to remember it. Nothing matters until I'm the one facing Steward. And you know what, mark my words Jen. It's not over, you know. Say Katie loses... I will still have unfinished business with her...and she'll have to eventually answer for that.”


Jen: “You know you're really fucked up right now, right?”

Samantha: “Of course I do. I haven't spoken this much in days...but it does feel good.”

Jen: “You know, it's like in Clerks, when Silent Bob speaks for the first time...even though he's still communicating the entire movie. The impact of his words mean so, so much to the listener that really make his every word hang in the air. The impact of those words is huge. You're like that.”

[align=center]Samantha slings herself lazily and leans over to Jen.[/align]

Samantha: “So...do you realize how fucked up YOU are?”

[align=center]It was after Samantha completed her sentence, that Jen lost her composure. Her shoulders started to bob ad a goofy smile broke across her face. Samantha was next, and broke into a heavy belly laugh. Their laughter was all that could be heard for a solid minute. Every time they would calm down, catch their breath and wipe the tears from their eyes...they would start all over again. This is exactly where we leave the two of them. They would go on to do an hour of yoga before heavily getting the munchies.

They went out to KFC soon after.[/align]

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