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Street, Lohan & Foxx V Mason, Katie & Trent
Topic Started: Oct 25 2012, 08:30 AM (360 Views)
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SCW PRESENTS:

Regan Street, Brittany Lohan & Rachel Foxx vs. Blake Mason, Katie Steward & Marina Trent


3 RP Limit for singles; 4 per team for tag; 6 per team for six person
Deadline: 11:59
PM EST Saturday, October 27, 2012

Stipulations for the six person tag match at Under Attack:

The Board of Directors have added the following stipulations. Given the varying level of contendership qualifications and also the risk and reward involved, this is their attempt to add some fairness to the situation. Each individual in the match will have something to gain:

Marina Trent – If she wins the fall for her team, she receives an Underground Championship shot at Rachel Foxx and Regan Street loses any claim to a one on one title shot against Marina

Katie Steward – If she wins the fall for her team, Rachel Foxx, Brittany Lohan, and Harmony Fisher must stay away from any Steward for 6 months, or be suspended indefinitely

Blake Mason – If he wins the fall for his team, he wins the Underground Championship

Rachel Foxx – If she wins the fall for her team, she will get Katie Steward in any type of match she desires at Gang Rulz

Regan Street – If she wins the fall for her team, she wins the Women’s Championship

Brittany Lohan - If she wins the fall for her team, she is awarded a World Tag Team Championship match at Gang Rulz with a partner of her choosing.

~~Good Luck Everyone!
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October 18th, 2012.
The day before the 10.19.2012 edition of Ammo.

Blake Mason was sitting on the terrace of the penthouse suite he had rented out for his stay in Hampton, Virginia. He was in Hampton because he had requested interview time on the last Friday Night Ammo before the Under Attack pay per view. He needed the interview platform to voice his growing frustrations in relation to how he has been treated since the Apocalypse pay per view. He felt he was being overlooked and for good reason, he won his match at Rise to Greatness, he was constantly booked against former Heavyweight Champions, with matches galore against the best of the best he expected to receive some form of reward. Watching a newcomer like Chameleon, a glorified jobber in Cloudiee, and a glorified jobber to the stars in David Miller given title shots ahead of him? Mason reached his emotional apex. He hates complaining. With his spot in the company in limbo as of late, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Unfortunately for Blake Mason, his personal life reminded him his life wasn't as picture perfect as he led his twitter followers are led to believe. Blake's sky blue eyes were locked onto his Twitter timeline. His attention was so drawn to his Twitter timeline he didn't notice the warm hand of a woman trying to calm down what she undoubtedly knew was running through the mind of the man she was spending time with.

“That went well, Mr. Mason.” Christy Hightower chimed in, genuinely concerned for latest bit of drama Blake Mason had gotten into.

Blake huffed. “No kidding.”

Blake's life couldn't have became any more complicated. Not only was he being railroaded by scw management, the alliance he wanted to form with Kelcey Wallace evaporated into thin air. One night ago Blake took his private jet to Orlando, after a positive discussion between the two Blake felt great about the possibilities of them forming the perfect alliance. What happened next wasn't perfect all at. He showed his affection for Harmony Fisher. Kelcey claimed his friendship with her would prove to be a distraction. Not taking being told what to do very well, Mason lashed out at Kelcey. Called her devious. Disrespected her all around. She didn't help matters by calling him weak, telling him his playboy lifestyle would become a detriment. If that wasn't enough to make Blake Mason cringe, the few supports he had in the scw locker room turned against him. A productive Thursday evening? Not quite. Christy took a seat next to her client. He didn't notice her staring at him with real concern. His sky blue eyes still glued to his twitter timeline.

“This could become a public relations nightmare if we don't douse the fire. The last thing you need is more bad press, Mr. Mason.”

Wow, you think? If she had told Mason that before he launched into his premature twitter rampage he wouldn't have found himself in a messy situation he didn't like being in. He couldn't back down now. With defiance surging through his veins Mason shot back. “No one tells me what to do! Who does she think she is telling me to give up my friendship with, Harmony?”

“Kelley Wallace. Winner of twenty six pageants. Nickname, The Perfect Ten. Heavyweight--”

With one cold menacing glare he stopped Christy from rattling off Kelcey's history. “I know that!”

“But you asked..”

“I said who the hell does she think she is. I didn't ask for a runsheet of her accomplishments!”

Accepting the mistake she made with grace she nodded her head. “Sorry.”

Mason moved the cursor onto Kelcey Wallace's photo, he clicked on it, enlarging the image so his personal assistant could fully embrace the beautiful of the self proclaimed 'Perfect 10.' He jammed his finger at the enlarged photo. “For everything she has accomplished Christy, she's still alone and miserable. What's the point in building a legacy if you don't have one special person to share it with? I'm going to prove her wrong. I can maintain my friendship with Harmony, jet set around the world blessing women everywhere with The Experience and become the greatest pro wrestler of all time. Having fun doesn't make me weak.”

His eyes locked onto her photo, with the way he was burning a hole through his own computer screen Christy Hightower become invisible to him. “YOU HEAR ME KELCEY. HAVING AN ACTUAL LIFE DOESN'T MAKE ME LESS THAN PERFECT!”

Christy wasn't shaken by Blake's emotional outburst, she was used to him being a little over dramatic at times. Resting a comforting hand on his shoulder she said, “Jack Daniels on the rocks?”

Blake nodded. “Straight up.”

She said with a smile. “How can I forget?”

She rose from her seat, walked back into the penthouse, she walked straight to the bar to pour Mason his deadly alcoholic poison of choice. Her greatest talent was preventing Mason from fully indulging in his emotional outburst. When he needed a drink she was there, when Mason needed a distraction from his professional and personal woes, she was there to give him what he needed in that moment to set him back on course. Usually her quick thinking was enough to preserve Mason sanity. He doesn't consider her his caretaker. She was a valuable asset. No one else was capable of helping him through the emotional minefield he tried his hardest to avoid at all cost.

Mason slammed his laptop shut. Didn't take long for Christy to return with two rocks glasses full of alcohol; one for herself, one for Blake. He took a sip from his rocks glass.“Thanks.”

She took a small sip from her glass. “What's your next move?”

Mason rose to his feet. He walked to the edge of the terrace, his eyes transfixed on the eloquent Virginia skyline. He was silently hoping the majesticness of the skyline combined with the alcohol content running in his bloodstream would be enough to calm him down. He didn't want to feel. He didn't want Kelcey to get to him.

“I'm going to forget about Kelcey. Screw alliances! No alliance has ever benefited me. Look at Thirteen, after all the crap I helped him with he's getting a Heavyweight title shot. Don't get me started on Katie Steward. Thank goodness no one talks about that abomination. I'm better off alone.”

Christy joined him. She handed him the rocks glass he left behind. “I disagree. With a beautiful woman the caliber of Kelcey Wallace on your arm you become more desirable. When you factor in how successful she's been in the professional wrestling world, Zoe Sperling and David Helms will become yesterdays news real quick.”

Mason scoffed. “Kelcey is NOT window dressing” He took two hard sips from his rocks glass. “She is a smart intelligent woman who is the most ambitious creature I've met in a long time.”

“The fans don't value her intelligence.”

“I do!”

She looked at him with a newfound sense of worry. “Need another drink, Mr. Mason?”

He sighed. “I'm fine.”

She grabbed his hand. “No, you're not!”

He was dead set on protesting her concern. She cut him off at the pass by resting her empty ring finger on his lips. “Bad enough you're what's left of your good name is linked to the atrocities of Christian Savior and Sasha D.. It concerns me you are showing a woman who publicly humiliated you on social media sympathy. Bad enough your own peers are questioning your character. Don't give them another reason to assassinate your good name.”

“And treating Kelcey like one of my three piece suits is supposed to enhance my image?”

“A large segment of the SCW fan base believes you are a womanizer, adding one woman to your array of trophies isn't going to kill you.”

Blake walked away from Christy. He couldn't stand listening to his own personal assistent doing her job. Part of him appreciated at least one person in his life was looking out for his best interest, on the other hand he didn't need a business savvy shark giving him advice on his personal life. Personal life? Kelcey represented a possible joint venture, not a potential personal conquest. He sat down at the table.

“This discussion is a moot point.” He sighed. “She hates me.”

Christy joined him back at the table. “Do you. I won't tell anyone.”

“Another drink please.”

“Mr--”

He snapped back, “Fetch me another drink, Christy!”

She nodded solemnly. “Yes, Mr. Mason.”
….

October 20th, 2012.
The morning after the 10.19.2012 edition of Ammo.

He wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone. Last night on Ammo he did what he had set out to do. He spoke his mind about being overlooked. He let the world know full well he was on a mission to obtain the respect he felt was owed to him... as he learned all too well from his recent experience with Greg Cherry, the best laid plans often fall by the waste side. He didn't factor in The Suicide Queen unleashing one weeks full of pent up aggression out on him. He didn't care Rachel had failed to draw Marina's blood, he wasn't sympathetic to her plight about not drawing Thirteens blood. He wished she did. Not because that would have saved him from becoming the third victim Rachel sacrificed since Apocalypse, he wasn't the biggest fan of his former ally. Thirteen abandoned him like many of his former allies. He would've had a hearty laugh at his destruction.

Didn't matter to him now. He was lying on his stomach on his 'queen size bed,' his fluffy white pillow shielding his face. He needed twelve stitches to piece together his gaping wound. How could that bitch ruin his face? What gave her the right to do that? Why couldn't she assault a ring announcer or a stage hand, the last person Mason wanted to cross was The Suicide Queen. As fate would have it she crossed him, now he had no choice. Mason would lower himself to embrace her mindset. KILL FOXX KILL? Try KILL MASON KILL. Kill Mason Kill lacked marketability, he didn't care, he was yearning to use his momentary lapse in sanity to crush Rachel's reality.

He heard a knock on the door. He refused to answer. He informed his personal assistant that he wanted her to stay as far away from his penthouse suite as possible. He warned her for her own good. She didn't protest his request. That was what he liked about her. She did actually what he said. Helped he was paying her good money to obey his orders, and to ensure she kept her distance he gave her an early Christmas present, one thousand dollars. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. She fled his sight as fast as she possible could.

Whoever was on the outside of the door didn't receive the memo. The person knocked harder. Blake moaned. He didn't want to get up. He wanted to rest. Left alone. He wanted to wallow in the darkness that was slowly consuming him. Alcohol wasn't going to be enough to drown out the edginess he was feeling. Truth be told he didn't want the edginess to go away. He needed to remember every waking moment how Rachel humiliated him. For that matter, he wanted to remember how Katie Steward humiliated him. Drawing strength from those two deviating experiences was what he needed to push through his upcoming match at Under Attack.


The knock on the door grew louder, and louder, and louder. The person in the hallway refused to let up. Tossing the pillow on the floor he rolled out the bed. He stormed towards the door, fully loaded with the deadly intention of giving his harasser a piece of his mind. Who could it be? He was about to find out. He swung open the door. He stood there in his black boxers, shocked by who he saw.

“Dad?”

His dad walked into his son's penthouse suite without as much as looking at him. Mason slammed the door. He walked back to the bed, picked up the hotel robe from off the floor. He joined his father at the bar. By the time he reached his father, Josiah Mason had poured himself a shot glass full of Absolute.

His father inquired. “What happened to you?”

Blake chuckled, trying his best in spite of what happened last night to put an outward appearance that everything was fine. “Rough sex.”


Josiah carefully studied the souvenir Rachel Foxx gave his son. He swallowed down his Absolute. “I'm calling my lawyer.”


Mason sighed. “I can handle this.”


“We need to hit the psycho where it hurts, in the wallet. That'll teach her to mess with a Mason.”


Mason rubbed his forward. His dad's quickness to solve every borderline issue with lawyers is one of the eight million qualities he hated about his old man. “Stop it!”


“When you change your mind--”

Blake waved him off. “You're clueless! I didn't receive this gash from rough sex. I wish I did”

Mason chuckled.“I was brutally assaulted backstage by the SCW Underground Champion. Grant it she is a psycho. A hot psycho I wouldn't mind blessing with The Blake Mason Experience, that's besides the point. On the bright side they're handing me her ass next Sunday. Before you chime in about lawyers, I was assaulted in the part of the arena where SCW isn't responsible for what happens. ”

Josiah fills the shot glass full of Absolut. He wasted no time swallowing a straight talk. “I see.”

“What are you doing here?”

“My confidant brought to light important information I felt the urgancy to come all this way to tell you face to face; man to man, you're making a huge mistake.”

Blake's jaw dropped. “Confidant? You're keeping tabs on me?”

Josiah rested a firm hand on Blake's shoulder. “Son. Make amends with this Kelcey Wallace woman.”

Blake jumped off the barstool. His eyes practically exploded out his head. “Whoa whoa whoa. How the hell do you know what's going on between Kelcey and me?”

“My confidant follows you on Twitter.”

The bottle of Absolut looked more and more attractive with each passing second. He could deal with his father without booze he reasoned to himself. He didn't believe a word he was selling himself, the theory behind the big lie does state if you tell yourself a lie long enough you'll believe it to be true. He was hoping that theory became his reality.

“This is incredible. My own father is paying someone to keep tabs on me on Twitter? Can't you do it yourself?”


“I had to delegate.”

“You can follow me on Twitter, amazing you had no freaking idea I was assaulted by a psychopath! Does my wrestling career shame you that much?”

Josiah approached his son. Pushing his hands into his pocket, Josh uttered with pure stoicism. “Don't change the subject. Fire up your laptop this moment. Make amends with Ms. Kelcey Wallace. From what I was able to compile on her, she's a successful woman. Her winning ways will rub off on you.”


Blake scoffed. “Did you miss the part where she asked me to sacrifice my friendship?”


Blinking twice Josiah enfactactly said. “Sacrifices need to be made.”


“Why am I not surprised? You're just like her.”


“Make amends with her, Blake.”


Blake turned his back on his own father. He wished he would go away, that without enough prayer his father would vanish out of sight, out of mind. “Why do you care? Wait. Don't answer that.”


“I've always wanted the best for you son. I was so proud of you when you became the youngest VWA Bloodsport Champion in history. What happened to that, Blake Mason? You're not a loser. You're a champion at everything you do. Leave that lifestyle behind. Make the sacrifices necessary to succeed.”


He couldn't take it anymore. Blake grabbed the bottle of Absolut. Instead of pouring the straight vodka into a glass, he drunk straight from the bottle like he was downing a 20 oz soda. His father looked on in absolute horror, he had never seen his son this passionate about drinking. Mason tossed the empty bottle of Absolut into the trash cash, the bottle didn't break because the trash can was full of plenty of debris. Blake staggered over to the bed. “Enjoy yourself!”


“We need to...”


“I'm tired! Exhausted! Not in the mood! See yourself out!”


“We're not done.”


“Don't make me call security!”


“I'll leave. We'll pick up this conversation later. October 29th, I'll see you.”


“Are you serious? That's one day after the pay per view. I have no idea what my match will be or the stipulation they're going to burden me with. I could be a partial cripple for all you know.”


“Goodbye, son.”


Josiah walked out Blake's penthouse suite. Finally he could get some sleep, forget about Rachel. Forget about Katie. Forget about Kelcey........ yes............. forget about Kelecy.


Good luck with that


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Do I Have Your Attention Now?
Date: Wednesday October 26th, 2012.
1 Pm Mountain Time/3 Pm EST.
** Before the events of Breakdown
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I'm not an ass kisser. Never have. Never will be. I give compliments when they are due. When I found out The Board of Directors guaranteed a level playing field I was the first one to sing their praises. Foxx Global can shoot there “We are a family” promos if that will make them feel better at night. I for one am not buying it. No one should. It's a known fact my former best friend, Brittany Lohan, has a hard on for ending the reign of Dark Fantasy. I can't claim to have inside knowledge of who she would choose to partner with. Her choice will piss off someone. Then we have the lovely Regan Street, another former friend of mines. Her denial over her obsession to #pluckthebird will prove to be a detriment to her team. She wants to become Women's Champion. Been making a big deal about The Board protecting her. Now she has her chance to avenge her loss from last month. And then there is Rachel Foxx. Lets not kid ourselves. She wants Katie Steward's head as much as I do. Not more than me. She wasn't humiliated by the cunt. Baiting Rachel with the chance to get Katie in any match she wants will drive her.

Yes. Yes. Yes. How can I not walk out this match the brand new Underground Champion? The stars are aligned for me to win. With bait being dangled over their head they will have no choice but to look out for themselves. My team agrees on one thing. We are out for ourselves.All of a sudden being a “team” comprised of the biggest egomaniacs in SCW isn't so bad. I'm filming my promo today backstage inside the Frank Irwin Center. I'm sitting on a small brown stool with the SCW banner hanging in the background. I'm wearing a black three piece suit, matching pants and green gator shoes. I want to look good for camera, who knows, maybe everyone will fail to notice the love wound Rachel gave me several days ago on Ammo. I nod to the camera man. His thumb goes up letting me know he's filming. Showtime baby.


Power. God, I love power. When I helped Thirteen take out Christian Savior, knowing I had the power to shorten another mans career. Perfect. And we can't forget about me being the mastermind behind exposing Greg Cherry's life for the entire world to see. Knowing he had a hard on for destroying me made me feel good. He was blinded by rage, I alone distracted him from his one true goal in life, becoming World Heavyweight Champion. Rumor has it he wants a Heavyweight title shot in his own hometown. Good luck with that, dough boy. Because of me. Because of me you won't challenge the SCW Heavyweight Champion at Gang Rulz. I deserve a status standing outside the SCW offices just for that.

For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter, earlier I told my former friend Brittany Lohan I wasn't above using personal information to gain the upper hand, my history proves that. My character has come into question. People are doubting my ability to be devious. That I'm really a good guy beneath the image I promote each and every single week. So I decided I was going to taunt Brittany. Normally, that's not a smart move. She is The War Machine. A Destroyer of Worlds. My former best friend. As her former friend I have information I could, repeat could, share with the world. This information will not only screw with the head of Brittany, but her lovely tag team partner Regan Street. She threatened to kill me if I tell the world what I know. And the truth is, what I know will likely destroy Regan more than Britt.

Love is a powerful motivator, isn't it Regan.

You want my answer?

Will I... or will I not share my information.

And my answer is...


.... wait for it.... wait for it... wait for it.

No!

Surprised? I had no intention of sharing me and Dawn's dirty little secret on air. I'm not that heartless. Shame on you.

Not because I'm afraid of you or Brittany. This comes down to one thing Regan, power. What I have in my hand is a loaded gun I can fire anytime I want to that will no doubt crumble what's left of your fragile psyche. Plucking The Bird? I get it. You hate the fact Marina Trent is ten times the wrestler, ten times the superstar, ten times the woman you will ever be. It pisses you off knowing you walked into Apocalypse so sure of your abilities you lost sight of the fact Marina Trent is the most dominant women's champion in recent memory. Blame management for protecting her all you want. Continue singing that sad sad song. If you had won at Apocalypse we wouldn't be here. When you look yourself in the mirror tonight, admit you're not as great as you think you are. Confidence is great, when it borderlines on arrogance...

... we were never close friends. Understanding the human mind like I do, it's clear as day to anyone who pays attention that Regan allows her confidence to borderline on arrogance at times. It's hard not too.

Knowing what I know Regan is enough for me. Because if there is one thing I can count on dollface, I can take advantage of your hellkat nature. I won't deny you are a dangerous woman who under normal circumstances shouldn't be screwed with, and I agree, all the people you have beaten screwed up. I'm not the pedestrians you've beaten; Am I confident a great deal of the time, yes. That's only because I am a smart man who walks into every situation prepared for a fight, rarely do I allow my emotions to dictate my actions. You! Your opponents lost sight of that, they assumed they could waltz right in and make an example of you. They were fools. All of them. This Sunday you're facing a man who'll come prepared to win. Who has the knowledge to crumble you if I so damn please, who knows. I might make my announcement at Under Attack. Maybe I won't. Do you know for sure? You don't Regan, I could easily change my mind.

What's more important to you? Plucking The Bird, or keeping my mouth shut.

And remember, Dawn will be watching.


I wink. Owning a small piece of real estate inside her head is enough. No need driving her over the edge, just enough so I can take advantage of her emotions when the time comes. Will I expose what I know? No. Dawn is one reason, I couldn't live with myself if I hurt her. Reason two why I'm not sharing the goods, Kelcey Wallace. Yes. Kelcey Wallace is Regan's cousin. If I hurt Regan there is no way Kelcey will speak to me again. Not that she is speaking to me now. I don't want to close the door on that avenue. Pesky emotions. Anyway, I clear my throat. I need to finish this promo so I can relax at the pool with Tatum McGraw.

The great Andrew Carnegie once said, “If you want to be happy, set a goal that commands your thoughts, liberates your energy, and inspires your hopes.”

For two years I've had one dream, payback against the witch, Katie Steward. Everyone knows the history; for those who have lived under a rock, two years ago Katie Steward humiliated me. When I came to Supreme Championship Wrestling she took me in as an ally, we worked pretty well together, at Gang Rulz 2010, she almost became the Heavyweight Champion because of me. Not my fault her Brat Pack screwed up all the hard work I did paving the way for her coronation. I even beat down an ex-boyfriend of hers, Shawn Winters, maybe you heard of him. I own a one on one victory over the guy. But I came to realize Katie Steward abused the loyalty I invested in her. If anyone knows first hand how selfish Katie Steward is, you're looking at him. I had my chance to avenge myself at Retribution 2010, because of her little butt buddy Robin Brooks I lost the match. I did wind up getting the laugh, I left Katie laid out for the entire world to see.

That wasn't enough ladies and gentlemen. She deserves more than that.

For two years SCW has denied me a proper chance to seek vengeance. Am I obsessed with Katie like Regan has a hard on for Marina Trent? No. I have every reason to be. All Marina did was prove to Regan she is her superior. Katie.. she abused my loyalty, she took advantage of my kindness, she broke my heart. She is the reason why I am who I am today. She's the reason why every time someone turns me down it reminds me of the humiliation that witch caused me. Do I enjoy seeing my name next to hers? Hell no. What will be will be. Instead of complaining about my circumstances I'm going to look at the silver lining. Katie Steward's Goddess Championship. And that brings me to the second Queen who will have her head chopped off.

Rachel Foxx.


My blood pressure rises. Bitch! Who does she think she is busting me wide open last week? The nerve of her. Easy. Easy. Deep breathe. Deep deep breathe. Save it for the match. Let her know what she is up against.

Rachel. You believe you can walk around doing what you want, whenever you want, to whoever you want. I was a fan of you and Brittany eliminating Mitchell. It put a smile on my face when you bloodied Gigi Steward. I was disappointed when you didn't carve up Marina Trent, but when you came after me for no good reason at all. Listen bitch! I'm not Thirteens buddy. I haven't spoken to him in months. He's another “ally” who turned his back on me. That's besides the point. I never wanted to cross your path. Dealing with you is a suicide mission babe, you would not have had to worry about me. But nooooooooo, my beautiful face is now carved up because of you. And I can not, repeat, CAN NOT... allow you to get away with your actions. You're the reason I'm holding over what I know over your girlfriend and Regan's head. They shouldn't be pissed at me. You are the blame, Rachel! YOU ARE. Not me! I'm determined to teach you, perhaps for the first time in your life there is a price to pay. And once I accomplish what I set out to do, you'll think twice before laying your hands on me.

Nothing will make me happier then screwing both of you. I'd like to thank The Board of Directors for giving me the means to kill two birds with one stone. When I become the brand new SCW Underground Champion I will accomplish two things. Number one, ending Rachel Foxx's short reign as champion. Unlike Harmony, I am not underestimating you, Rachel. I would be an arrogant douche to underestimate what you're capable of. I've felt what you are capable of. I like it rough but damn... you're one sick bitch. Losing your title and everything you represent will piss you off. That's enough for me.

More important than pissing you off, I will finally gain my rightful retribution on Katie Steward, because when I become the brand new Underground Champion, I will do everyone a huge service by blowing up the Goddess Championship belt. How do you like that, Katie? Does the thought of me destroying your precious championship worry you? Do I have your attention now? I better. I'm looking forward to this Katie, no one, I mean no one will stop me.


I shake my head. Ok. Time to wrap this up.

I've been overlooked for too long. Humiliated for too long. Talked down to for too long. My name is William 'Blake' Mason, no one deserves the spotlight more than me. At Under Attack I silence all doubt, I spit in the face of everyone who ever turned there backs on me. Everyone who has told me I would never amount to anything in this company. And to everyone who has the nerve to call me irrelevant. I've been challenging the best of the best since I have come back, that right there tells you I am on the right track. Under Attack becomes my exclamation point. “Sorry” Foxx Global. “Sorry” Marina Trent. “Sorry” Katie. You will succumb to the enormous shadow that is the Blake Mason Experience.

I slyly smile before finishing my line.

Thank you all for coming.

... and with that the camera feed dies.
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Authors Note:
The CD itself has been a long time coming. With Harmony showing up on the shows again, and what Brittany stands to gain from possibly winning the match for her team, just felt like this was the perfect time to reach this particfular apex in the Harmony Fisher/Brittany Lohan friendship.

THE ENTIRE RP IS OFF CAMERA.
Part I: Inner thoughts that detail Brittany's immediate reaction to the stipulations
Part II: The CD. Important note. This CD takes place 10/25/2012. This will happen between the events of the first Street CD (a group meeting between Foxx Global) and the Masquarade Ball (which happens at night on 10/26/2012)
Part III: Brittany Lohan's Final Inner Thoughts about the match. Off camera.


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[align=center]Talk about complicated.

Had to give the Board of Directors credit. They are equal opportunity destroyers.

It was no secret to anyone who knew me, I had been waiting almost two years to get my hands on Dark Fantasy. The Next Level turning their backs on the fans meant one thing, I still had a free shot to end the impressive reign of Ravyn and Zoe. I still owed Ravyn for her treatment of me. I owed Syren for turning a blind eye to my exile from Infamous. All I ever wanted was a chance to show them it was a mistake the way they treated me. We were the co-founders of Infamous. I deserved more respect then they gave me.

Running through Christy Matthews, Ryan Watson, CHBK, wasn't enough. No idea why Mr. D and The Board of Directors haven't given me what I wanted. At Under Attack, if I scored the pinfall, I would become the number one contender for the World Tag Team Championship. Was I looking forward to that?

Not quite.

In case you haven't noticed my life is complicated. I have a best friend I adore more than anything. I have a girlfriend I love more than life itself. I was put in a position where I needed to choose one of them to go to war with. If I chose Rachel, I spit in the face of The Hollow, that would be Harmony's point of view. If I chose The Hollow, Rachel won't be thrilled with me. See. No way I can win. Before my painstaking decision came into the equation I needed to take into account my family had their own carrots dangling at the end of the string.

Regan wanted The Bird. She wanted to become SCW Women's Champion. Our match guaranteed her The Bird. By scoring the pinfall she wins the title. If Rachel won, she had the chance to book whatever match she wanted with Katie Steward. I won't lie. That would be entertaining, watching Katie Steward suffer by the hands of my girlfriend.

No way Rachel wanted me to score the pinfall. Why would she? She knew there was a one and two chance I'd choose Fisher. She'd screw me out of my chance to ruin Dark Fantasy. Not because she doesn't want me to succeed, she doesn't want me having the power to chose Fisher. She'd deny me that power. This isn't me having a lack of faith in my own girlfriend, I know my girlfriend, she hates Fisher. She resents our friendship. Can't see what I find appealing about her. Doesn't understand why I love her. She's no fool. I don't need to say it. I love Fisher. The only person who doesn't know I love Fisher is Fisher herself.

So what the heck was I supposed to do? Operate in the “Greater Good of Supreme Championship Wrestling.” With the stipulations officially announced I didn't know what the greater good was anymore.

Do I try and score the pinfall?

Do I allow Rachel or Regan to get what they want at the expense of my personal gain?

Do I give up a guaranteed shot at Dark Fantasy?

What do I do?

I, don't know.

Thanks Board. Thanks for ruining my day!

Bastards.
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I've been a coward. No. You're not hearing things. I've been a coward, all because I didn't want to piss off the two women I care about other then my sister and my kinship with Regan. Do you think it was easy for me watching Foxx maim Harmony with two sledgehammer shots? The first shot should have been enough. The second shot? Overkill. Plain and simple. Harmony being away from SCW shows made my life easier. No choice to make. I could finally focus on the task at hand, wrestling. That all changed when The Next Level revealed who they truly were. There betrayal hurt her. Empathy may not be my biggest strength, knowing Harm the way I do, it pained her to watch her mentors show her they were not the men they lead her to believe. There lie broke her emotionally. Imagine my surprise the Ammo I beat Greg Cherry for the second time in a row she showed up. I knew what I needed to do. Stop being a coward. I needed to stand by her no matter what Rachel or Regan thought. I wasn't pleased with the position Blake Mason put me in, he did me a favor. He forced me to make a choice. Maim him or walk down the ramp to make David Helms pay for screwing with my best friends emotions.

Breakdown, I choose Harmony Fisher.

I knew my decision didn't make Rachel happy. Last thing I wanted to do was piss her off. Did she give a damn about my feelings when she put Harmony on the shelf? Did she take into account how I felt when I was forced to listen to her weekly ranting about killing my best friend? I understand. She loves me. She feels Harmony is a threat to our relationship. Doesn't matter how many times I try convincing Rachel that Harmony wasn't a threat, the monster I encourage would drive her to finish the job I stopped her from completing.

I don't care whose feelings get hurt. I'm tired of being a Lohan divided. I'm tired of being forced to make a choice between my best friend and my girlfriend. You have no idea how difficult this Harmony, Rachel war is effecting me. I have done everything in my power to keep the peace. Me? Keeping the pace? Sounds comical in the grand scheme of things. I am not talking about “Greater Good” scheme. Was my sister right? I can't have both women in my life? No. I am going to make this work. I will. No one is going to dictate to me who my friends are. And no one is going to dictate to me who my girlfriend is.

After getting some much needed sleep from the wild night I had, I woke up with one intention in mind. Spending the day with Harmony Fisher. We need that. I have only seen her once or twice since Apocalypse, that was when I made sure she was ok after the madness that happened to her. Since then I have been working on strengthening my relationship with Rachel. I didn't expect her to understand why. She didn't want to. I accepted that.

Just as long as she didn't ruin my day.

I meet Harmony downstairs in the hotel lobby. We hugged. I forgot how nice it felt, her warm body pressing up against mines. No. I couldn't think like that. What does it matter? It was only a hug. We left the hotel, we hopped into a limo I rented for us. I'm not rich by any means, I have had no issues with saving money. Affording a limo service shouldn't kill me.

For a better part of the day we mall hopped. I missed shopping with her. Something relaxing about two girls hitting the mall, throwing all caution to the wind. Shocked SCW's resident war machine enjoys girly things? I'ma girl contrary to what Jonathan Knots keeps saying. One day, I will get my hands around his throat. I'm going to squeeze the life out of his body. His eyes popping loose from its socket. The blood from his exposed eyeballs dripping down his ashen face. For good measure I'll set his entire body on fire. In death he will learn the meaning of the word respect.

Ok. Where was I?

I burned through a grand total five thousand dollars on clothes for both of us. This was our day. I wanted to treat Ms. Fisher like the princess she is. She was blown away I would spend that much money on the both of us. I don't care about money. Money is only good to buy things. I'm wrestling for another five years, what does it matter. You normal people are always chiming on and on about relationships mattering more than money and things.

I needed to show Harmony through my actions I will be there for her. Eventually I knew we had to address several elephants. One of them being her former mentor/friend, potential lover, Tommy Valentine. I can not put into words how thrilled I am knowing she will never, ever, ever, ever sleep with that piece of shit again. The thought of them spending the rest of their lives together would had driven me insane. If anyone took Tommy's life before me, consequences would be felt. Fine. I admit it. I wished she looked at me the same way she looked at him. Hopefully his “turn for the worse” will shatter the rose colored glasses view Harmony ignorantly held of him.

We went to the Cedar Door in downtown Austin, Texas. We sat up in the upper level, as luck would have it the Cedar wasn't as crowded as you'd normally think. We have relative privacy. I ordered a House Salad. Harmony ordered a Southwestern salad. She had to watch her figure. For someone who hadn't been active in a month she was able to maintain the same figure. That's Harm. Obsessed about the way she looks. Wouldn't want her any other way.

I took a sip of my Premium “Z” Tequila. “We can't avoid talking about him forever, sweetie.”

She didn't bother looking at me. She focused her attention on the salad she was eating.

“I know; Britt, it's just, he's struggling with his decision.”

“Really”

“I accept David has gone off the deep end, never understood what he saw in Slut Barbie! But Tommy, he's a good guy beneath it all. I don't know, maybe he felt pressured to join, Dave. You remember the problems they were having. He doesn't want to lose his friend. When I get him alone Britt I'll remind him...”

I couldn't stand listening to her schoolgirl crush talk any longer. She needed to hear the truth from me. The real god's honest truth. No more sugar coating shit. I needed to snap her back to the real world.

“You're an idiot!”

Her eyes widened. She lost interest in her food. Now I had her full undivided attention. “Excuse me?!”

I stared blazingly into eyes with outright disdain.

“I can not believe. No. I do believe you can sit here with a straight facing believing the load of crap you tried selling. What happened to you? The Harmony Fisher I know... the Harmony Fisher I thought I knew, is strong. Confident. A woman who isn't stupid enough to allow a schoolgirl crush blind her to the obvious.”

I pounded my fist on the table. She jumped. I imagine the extreme of my emotional shift caught her off guard. We were two peas in a pod up until this point. I could have left it at that. End the evening on a good note. We needed to address this. Pure unadulterated truth. “TOMMY VALENTINE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A SELFISH EGOTISTICAL PRICK.”

I sigh. “You think he felt sorry treating you like a fifty cent whore? Pricks sleep with women and kick them out on the street. That is exactly what he did to you. He humiliated you. Treated you like a fifty cent hooker. For years he masqueraded being a holier patron saint. He had the actual nerve holding other people to standards he failed to life up to. Think I give a flying fuck he brought you into the business? That doesn't mean he is a good guy. He has done nothing but judge people. Casted stones. Now he's tired of it? Boo hoo, cry me a river. If you're going to sit here selling me an ocean of bullshit I don't know what we're doing here.”

I took a deep breath, calming myself down. Wow, that felt great. I had waited a long time to unleash the unedited truth about how I really feel about that scum bag. Took a moment for Harmony to gather her thoughts. I didn't expect what was going to happen next.

“You're right, lets lay everything on the table. Tell me, what's gotten into you? What sensible reason do you have randomly attacking people? Has Rachel corrupted you?”

I took a sip from my Premium “Z” Tequila. Should had anticipated her going there. I shook my head.. “No.”

She sighed. “Don't defend her.”

“You wouldn't approve. That's why I held back.” It was too late to turn back now. No more mincing words. Our friendship had reached an impasse that needed to be tested. “Would you've randomly attacked people with me if I asked you to? You wouldn't have. Deep down at your very core, you're a product of the beliefs David and Tommy instilled in you. You're disappointed in them. Understandable. There teachings are all you know. I was trying to be sensitive to you. With Rachel, I don't need to hold back. I can give into my darkness, attack anyone I so damn please and she'll proud of me.”

Harmony pounded her fist on the table. I forgot how much she could be like me at times. The human version of me. “You're the first people who accepted me for who I am. You never lectured me. When David and Tommy judged me you encouraged me to be myself. I wouldn't have judged you, Britt. I'm not them.”

“I was scared, ok.”

“The War Machine, scared?”

I nodded. “Yes. Of disappointing you.”

She tried speaking. I waved my hand. I cut her off at the pass. “Every action I'm taking is for for the Greater Good of Supreme Championship Wrestling, the weak shall fall so a better SCW will rise from the ashes. I couldn't do it as the non confrontational, I am in it for the fight Brittany Lohan. I can make SCW a better place as the true Final Solution of Professional Wrestling. Mitchell, Steward, they needed to be sacrificed for the greater good.”

She rolled her eyes. “That's Rachel talking. Not you!”

“This is the side of me SCW needs to prosper.” I grabbed her hand. “I can't share with Rachel what I share with you. I need to believe I've given you the best of me. We've been through too much together, Harm. Most of our trails brought upon by me. I take personal responsibility for the pain I've caused you.”

I saw a smirk form at the corner of Harmony's face. “Thank you.”

“I'm confused.”

“For for being honest, Britt.” She looked down at my hand. Wow. Unadulterated honesty didn't kill our friendship. “You don't need to protect me. That's not your job... mother.”

I nodded. “Unadulterated honesty for now on. No more holding back.”

“Promise?”

“There's something you need to know.”

I stood up. I joined Harmony on her side of the table. She looked at me perplexed, wondering what I was going to say to her. I had to tell her. No more lies. No more secrets. Regan believes in no secrets. Wasn't going to hurt giving it a try.

“Ever wondered why Rachel took the extremes she did to rid you from my life?”

She nodded. I continued.

“She knows my secret, a secret I've been protecting myself from. I didn't tell her, I swear. She notices the way I look at you. The glowing way I've spoken about you. The look in my eye... it pisses me off you haven't noticed. You were so obsessed with Tommy you ignored the truth standing in front of you the entire time. A truth I can't hide from, Rachel. Harmony Fisher... I... love you.”

As expected my declaration of love caught her off guard. She looked at me, shell shocked by my announcement. I'm surprised she didn't see this coming. We've known each other for fourteen months. All the hints I've given. The flowery way I've always spoken about her. I don't just praise anyone. I can't stand a good portion of the human race. Harmony is one person I can not kill, and won't allow Rachel to. After what felt like an eternity to me she finally spoke. “I really don't know what to say, Britt”

I didn't expect her to profess her love for me.. I'm a realist. She hadn't shown any signs since I've known her she is into woman. She has been obsessed with one man. When was she going to find the time to entertain the desires of the same sex.

Right. You want to know how this story ends?

I'll tell.

Be patient.

The best is yet to come

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[align=center]Regan made a request to me on Twitter.

Brittany, stay focused.

Wonder why.

So she can becomes the SCW's Woman's Champion?

To understand where I'm coming from you need to go back to Taking Hold of the Flame earlier this year. I walked into that event a two time Underground Champion. I was determined to walk into Rise to Greatness champion; defend my championship against Rachel. All was supposed to be right with the world.

I was forced to defend my title against my best friend. In spite of the beating we gave to each other, and Natalie Nichols, we walked out that much stronger than ever. There was one mistake I did make. I failed to treat her like any other opponent. I treated her like my best friend, someone who wanted to step up to the plate to challenge me. I didn't treat her like an enemy. I didn't treat her like a means to an end. We walked in two friends who wanted two things. Nichols head. And to steal the show.

I don't resent Fisher for taking the title from me. It was a blessing. I wanted to move on. She needed to become a star. The effect of that match brought us closer together. But Harmony never at any point posted tweets about “This is what my hair style will be when I become Women's Champion.”

When? I'm not helping you become champion. We'll win as a team. We need to. No way around that. Under no circumstance am I allowing you to become champion at my expense.

That's not how this story is going to end.

There are five obstacles standing between me and what I want, a guaranteed title shot against Dark Fantasy at Gang Rulz. I have waited far to long to allow anyone to stand in my way. Yes. That means the two women who are supposed to have my back. Who really has anyones back when personal gain is at stake. David Helms called me a psychopath. He wasn't wrong. My doctors aren't wrong. I have a storied history for stabbing my own people in the back to get what I want. If Regan and Rachel deny they would steal the win from me, they are liars. All of them. Can't get anymore brazen then showing the world photos of your hairstyle. Sorry Regan. Reschedule your appointment with your stylist. I'm not helping you pluck the bird. I don't care about Marina Trent. She is the lesser of the two evils in my view.

Dark Fantasy represents the bigger picture. There tag team title reign must crumble for the greatet good of the company. Your obsession with the bird has officially become a handicap to me.

Change of plans.

Her obsession becomes my weapon. I will use it. Nature it. Caress it like an adorable puppy in the window at the pet shop. And when the time comes, and the opening presents itself to me, I will make the chess move nessecary to become victorious. What have I been telling everyone the last nine or so days. I operate in the best interest of the Greater Good of Supreme Championship Wrestling. I'm the last shadow of hope, the beacon of light, the last savior this company needs to push forward.

No way to wrap my head around it. My allies are the roadblock in my way. Good thing I am not a naďve little girl. The Board of Directors wants a war? They wanted to ensure “fairness.” Fine. You got your wish. Every person for themselves.

It's been a long time since I've uttered these words.

I.

WILL.

NOT.

LOSE.

PERIOD.

Rachel and Regan will understand. If not... I can't afford to care.
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OOC: Hopefully 1 of 2. The MR section and majority of CD was written before Ammo and before the stipulations of this match were posted. As such, this rp, CD and MR, occur between the forty plus hours from when the match was announced on the forums/website to when the board of directors announced the stipulations (which showed up on Breakdown later that night, according to the time of posts/time Breakdown occurred).


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Another night and another attack. Why was I allowing this cacophony of idiocy? Night after night, another attempt would be made by myself to create something new and entertaining. Yes, despite all that happened, I still believed in that element and its power. Entertainment had given such strength to Shilo and I-

Shilo.

Again, my mind wandered over to my old friend and-

Friend?

Was that it was he was? It was another riddle in the endless library of my mind. The problem was the riddles were all written in another language, making access and understanding an absurd impossibility. What had they all meant? What was going on between he and I-

Marina
You're ranting.

And apparently chastising myself, it would seem. How many times had I heard that infernal word of "Focus"? Too many times, and while I was sure a doctor would analyze me as a victim of ADD, I had heard enough about being a "victim" to ever want to hear that utterance again.

Another week and another attack. Regan Street, I remembered her of course. She seemed hellbent on getting another opportunity at my title, and if she won Under Attack, SCW would just hand her another one. And if she didn't, SCW would probably make another excuse and hand her another one anyway. All the while, I was nowhere close to being considered for the title I desired to attain. It was absurd. A hypocritical statement of injustice. If Regan won, she would no doubt get another title shot. If she lost, she'd probably get a title shot anyway! If I lost, it was the traditional "Oh well! Back to the blondes", disregarding the accomplished victories I had accumulated over the last few weeks over the divisions. The simplistic logic and blatant display of favoritism, coupled with the endless sea of attacks from the group known as Bad Company was like a joke that had never-

The air forced it's why put of my lungs, past my throat and out my nostrils in a near snort. Quickly, and just as shortly, I considered if anyone had heard me in that little coffee shop. My eyes scanned up and around the small room of marbled tables and hanging flora, my curiosity leading to the negative though I craved the distraction. For a moment, my eyes scanned the large building outside and across the street down the block. My library. The place I not only worked but went to escape these issues for a moment, though that haven had not been as effective a method on this day.

The frustration was just too high and overwhelming. Even as my eyes scanned across the page on the website, my laptop taking up center space along my table, I could not believe the notifications. The match was posted with "Stipulations to follow". What the hell did that mean? Was it going to be ANOTHER little surprise for Breakdown that the Board would use to once more derail my progress? Perhaps an asinine stipulation with my championship. Immediately, my mind jumped to the women of SCW.

Katie Steward: The board had pow-towed to her bringing in that filthy pink title for her own little arrogance. They had all but tried to tear my Black Swan title from me, refusing to let me wear it last Pay-Per-View. If she was Woman's Champion again, I would not be able to think straight!

Rachel Foxx: They had handed her a title opportunity in a cage with Harmony Fisher. Never mind that she had failed to be a good champion previously, or the fact that she had done nothing to earn the title. It was merely "getting involved outside the ring and getting rewarded for it". If she won my title- the thought was slap in the face after I had worked to just be considered for that division.

Brittany Lohan: How many times would she have to lose before SCW stopped giving her these backstage moments? These segments? Every time I looked around, she was there shouting in front of a camera! And titles? Her reigns were a month or two at best and more commonly, a week. If she was given the women's championship, she'd probably drop it to Regan immediately on the next show, with the SCW board laughing with their triple chins and toasting carouses to their "intellectual superiority" over me.

And then there were the other women of SCW that were just being given reward after reward.

Stacy Kissinger: Low and behold, the singing warbler had done nothing but lose and lose again in every high-profile match, yet here she was, being told her matches WELL in advance. Hell, she was facing another female team as well as one man in a handicap match. Was SCW THAT desperate for her to win? What if she did? Instant tag title shot? How long had Shilo and I- Eternal we had called ourselves- how long had we fought with all we were for a tag title shot and gotten not one?

Syren:

I stopped for a moment, my eyes looking away from the roster page I had pulled up on the main SCW website. Why was I doing this? What good came from hammering the point home in my skull? Was I really looking for promo material or was I just trying to look for an answer? Syren, everyone knew everything about her. Handed the SCW Interim World Title, saved by Ravyn countless times, and now aligning herself with friends to hide behind once more, like she had with Infamous. It was the same story over and over again and she delighted in telling it. Handed and hide. A continuous existence of limbo with such a strategy. It was why she had maintained her lengthy reigns. SCW was protecting her, or at the very least, allowing protection to be made for her.

And Regan was following the same strategy. Her first shot had been handed to her, all knew this, and she would no doubt be handed it again. Over and over, while hiding behind her twitter, catchphrases and her little posse. It never ended and never would end.

I WAS looking for an answer. Or rather, I wanted answers, plural, my mind corrected silently as I sipped my tea, the warm honey coating and soothing my throat. I wanted answers to the questions I couldn't ask.

Why did SCW hate me so much?
Why was I being denied progress when I had done so much?
Why was Regan getting away with all this after she had failed?
Why was no one stopping Syren?
Why hadn't Shilo seen me since that night he had dyed my hair?

And beyond all that, the question I had been too scared to ask myself: Who was I, really?

My fingers tightened and the heat of the tea, permeating from the coffee cup, slightly increased, warming my fingertips. How long had it been since that accident? Months. Nothing had changed. Nothing but a simple flick of a memory from that visitation from Shilo. The doctor had assured me that in time, I would remember, and to be patient. I was tired of being patient. I wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. It was deliriously delicious. In SCW, I was fighting to do as I wanted to do. To achieve what I desired and deserved to achieve, and rebelling against those that sought to infer direction to me, or silence me, as I had said before. The irony was that in my private life, all I wanted was to be told what to do and what happened in my life. More questions:

Where had I lived?
Where were my friends?
Did I have a family?
Was I married?
Had I had a boyfriend?

The last one felt forced in my mind, as if I knew the- NO! I didn't assume anything-

But-

??
Excuse me?

Perhaps it was the interruption that caused the overzealous joy for distraction, but I could not move my head fast enough to welcome the voice. Whoever it belonged to-

Blank. White. Train of thought derailed.

It occurred so fast that I almost had to look away. The voice belonged to a woman with the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

Like my Shilo's

The thought was foreign and I instantly tried to grasp it, but it was gone before I could. Instead, I could only smile as the woman observed me. She had a darker shade of brown hair, allowing me to like her already, and her face was pleasant and soft. This woman was a mother. I knew it. I could not comprehend why I knew it, but it was just in the way she carried herself as well as how she smiled. In all probability, it was what had made me smile back despite everything.

Marina
I'm sorry. Did you want this table? I've been here too long, I know.

??
Oh no, sweetie, I just-

Her lips pursed together and the softest of breaths, the same sound as her pleasing voice, pushed passed her lips.

??
Marina Trent.


The alarm went off in my head, perhaps my instinct, or perhaps it was the weeks of being attacked by those brats in SCW simply because I was Marina Trent and all that was attached to that name, including Women's Champion. I forced the calm, like falling rain, into that section of my nerves. This woman was probably a fan of mine, few as there were, but I liked to think I had a few actual Creatures of the Night out there that weren't chanting "Pluck the Bird".

Marina
Yes, I am.

Saying that out loud, I expected my sense to be on alert again. Was this woman dealing with my family and father? Was she sent to look after me? That would be so typical of father. To send so pleasant a woman to watch over me undetected. But if that was the case, why was she speaking to me and making sure I was who I was? Such an act would be careless and rather foolish, like being uninformed in an endeavor and walking in blind. It made no sense.

??
Oh dear, I've worried you. I'm sorry. No I'm not with your father or family.

Marina
How did you know I was thinking that?

??
You have that habit of tilting your head to the left every time you're deep in thought.

My eyes widened. This was bizarre and now, I'd happily admit to myself, scary; and yet, there was some exhilaration to it. A stalker, maybe! A lesbian stalker. Yes, this woman could be a lesbian or at the very least bisexual. What other possibility was there to-

??
I'm not that either.

Marina
Not what either?

??
A stalker. Least not the way you're thinking.

Marina
Okay, I'm going to go now.


I didn't want to, but logic was logic and despite my desire for answers, I would rather not know the truth than risk on someone that clearly knew more about me than the average passerby. I was about to stand when the woman hand reached out, gently placing itself over my hand. The softness of it and the way it seemed to- Why wasn't I pulling back and calling the staff for security?! Where was my father in all this? He always stalked me! Why was he allowing this to go on? Was this a joke? A joke...my mind reeled. Where was Shilo? Couldn't it be him here? I had such questions of-

??
I'm sorry.

That, the one thing I didn't expect to hear from this woman, halted my nearing panic attack, which I was grateful for, though still shocked. I didn't want to have a nervous breakdown before Breakdown itself. Odds were Regan had something planned for me and if I wanted to survive it and get to her, I'd have to avoid the anxiety attacks that had gripped me most nights. She had, inadvertently, aided in that, and again, I felt that eerie safeness being around her.

??
I'm just upsetting you. I'm not here to hurt you, okay?


I remained silent, though I nodded my head in understanding. I knew Shilo would chastise me for not speaking my mind, but there were too many voices waging war within that battlefield.

??
Okay, because really the rest of what I need to say was easy, but approaching you, I honestly don't know where to start.

Marina
How about who you are. Forgive me, but you've rather overwhelmed with all this.

??
Alright, may I sit with you?

Once more I nodded my positive answer and watched her sit on the other side of the table as I folded up my laptop, placing it within my carrying-bag. She seemed more nervous than I now, though she kept her hands on the table, which was rather comforting to me, though I did not admit that out-loud.

??
Okay, do you remember me at all?

That was an odd question, but it filled me with a sense of excitement. There was no denying it now. The way she had said "remember" instead of "know". She was someone of my past. Someone with answers. Before I could break into a diatribe, one that I was sure would make even Syren and Regan's heads turn, I forced then mental reigns to halt with a stiff pull. Truth was in the eye of the beholder, and it was prone to translation errors. No, if I wanted to get something out of this, I needed to think of this like a promo or the words of an enemy, excluding the hatred of course, but with the analysis to see the truth beyond the words. Taking a deep breath, I took stock of the details of this woman's soft features.

Marina
No. Should I?

Her response was a long breath through her nose as she looked away for a moment. Lifting her hand, a nearby server came to her. She requested a Thai Latte, with a bit of foam, and sent him on his way before returning her concentration on me.

??
Alright, I guess the first thing to do is to tell you that I do know you.

Marina
That much has been proven.

??
I guess it has. I've known you for about a year before the accident, or at least close to that. You were wrestling with Shilo-

Marina
You know Shilo?

Her response was a smile that made me feel unnerved. What was that? I disliked that smile, despite its pleasantness. The idea of my masked friend with this woman.

Gods, it was jealousy. Absurd! I pushed it away, or tried to, in favor of listening.

??
I met him shortly before I met you.

Marina
Through wrestling? Social circles?

??
No, he travelled to California to see me.

Marina
California?

??
Mmmhmmm. He was dead-set on finding me.

My mind ran with possibilities, the loudest being a long-distance relationship. How could it not be? The woman was older than I, but attractive. Very much so. Was it so difficult to believe that a man traveling like Shilo and I had done in our professions, that he had not, in his time away, found someone to share his life with? It was possible in society. Not all people were trapped like I was, with limited places to be free. Once more, that familiar emotion churned within my system, threatening to destroy what I was seeking to create. A chance to receive answers.

Marina
Mr. Valiant is a good man. He's been through a lot, though. Worse than I have.

??
Yes, I know. I saw the reports and the footage. I wanted to see you sooner but Shilo told me not to. He said it would hurt you if we ever spoke.

Marina
Hurt me?

I forced a strong breath into my lungs, trying to not get angrier with this woman.

Marina
He treats me like a child. Almost as bad as my father. I keep getting so close to finding answers about who I am and there are times I feel he's going to let me in and then he just jerks me back and away.


I had to stop as the waiter brought the latte to my temporary companion. She thanked him with a smile and such words before letting him get back to his shift work, his simple life, or what it appeared to be, going with him. A life full of truths and answers he probably took for granted. A life that I envied.

??
He wants to tell you. Tell you everything really, but he's afraid that if he does, there will be consequences for you. He's-

She paused, looking out the window near us to observe the traffic passing by. For a moment, I was afraid that if I looked, I would instantly spot the face of my father, or Reinard, or Shilo there and they would ruin all this. There was no one I recognized, thank the gods, and I breathed quietly.

??
He has alot of people depending on him, including me.

Marina
I see.

??
His family is very important to him. Every move he makes affects us. You can imagine how that affects him.

Marina
Yes.

??
Couple that with the accident and losing you in the way he had.

Her voice shook for a moment and it occurred to me how strong this woman was, holding her broken spirit together with all the strength she could muster. Like me.

Marina
You really do love him.


She turned her head, nodding quietly.

??
It's hard for people that know him to not love him. I'm sure you've noticed.

She smiled, though I could not make an answer form to her statement. Love? Was that it? I didn't even know him beyond his mask. Yet I had allowed him to touch me, dye my hair, and take me wherever he needed me to be.

Marina
I'll admit, there's something about him that makes me want to trust him above everyone else. I'm sorry if that upsets you.

??
Hmm? Why would that upset me? He's a fine man. I'm very proud of him.

Marina
You don't find it uncomfortable that women speak of him in such a way?

??
No. He's a very loyal person. Do you find it uncomfortable?

Marina
Well-

The words stopped. Analyzing had failed. I still could not read her as much as I wanted to in terms of "truth" or "lies". Everything she said seemed to be the truth. Slowly, I allowed myself to let go and be honest with her, which was easier than I thought it would be.

Marina
I am a little. I thought that he didn't have a girlfriend.

??
What? Why would you think that?

Marina
I don't know. I just thought he, it's stupid.

??
Marina?

My eyes sought hers and I was surprised to see her looking so intensely at me.

??
Tell me.

Marina
The way he was acting, I thought Shilo had feelings for me.

It came out in such a rush, I was shaking to admit it.

Marina
Please don't be mad at him for me thinking that. He's not done anything bad that you should be worried about-

??
I think it's wonderful.

Marina
What?

??
I haven't seen him in so many months, and I've been so scared. The only thing I thought about was hoping he was at least near you. Then I could be happy.

Marina
How could you be happy with that? He's your boyfriend-

??
Boyfriend? Wha-

She stopped for a moment, her eyes narrowing in surprise before she quickly closed then, running her hands through her hair in a clear sign of agitation.

??
Gods, I am so stupid. Dammit.


She pulled her head up, diverting her focus entirely onto myself.

??
I'm sorry, Marina, I've unintentionally misled you.

Marina
What do you mean? If you're not Shilo's girlfriend then who are you?

??
I should have said that before all this. My name is Madison Rivers. Shilo is my son.

Marina
Your son?!

Of course, that's why her eyes reminded me of Shilo, though I could not be certain why when I couldn't remember anything else of his face. And the devotion, and the knowledge of him! All logic pointed to one of three: Wife/girlfriend, family, or stalker. And the near identical eyes had hinted at the second of the three. All this time, I had been speaking to someone that knew him perhaps better than anyone else, and maybe-

My heart skipped a beat as I hoped, and I saw this woman, Madison, smile at me in kind.

Marina
So, you met-

Madison
We met in California. All I said was true. I had to give up Shilo at a young age. Last year, he finally found me. I had had no idea where he was.

Marina
Why did you give him up?

Madison
I had no choice. His father and I were hunted by some...

Her voice trailed off, though picked up a second later.

Madison
Angry people.

Marina
Hunted. That's a bit extreme for the police. Are you talking about the gangs?

Madison
More specifically a corrupt officer and a special gang, yes. They weren't happy with the good choices Shilo's father had made, so they hunted us down. Shilo had to live with his father while I had to run to California.

Marina
Until a year ago.

Madison
Yes, but I didn't come here to talk about Shilo. I wanted to talk to you.

Marina
What about me? Didn't Shilo say not to?

Madison
I think you're stronger than he is able to see right now.

I couldn't blame my friend for that now. For all purposes, the fact that he hadn't destroyed anything was a testament to his willpower, as far as I could tell. Still, there it was before me with this woman. Answers. Answers I needed.

Marina
So, you'll tell me the truth? Why?

Madison
Cause my son needs you. It's that simple. Even if he won't admit it. He's coming apart slowly. He won't admit it but he needs you to remember everything, but he's too afraid to trust you to handle it.

Marina
He's hurt much?

Madison
It scares me, Marina. You see why I had to risk all this?

Marina
I-yes, but, gods. This is all so much to take in.

Madison
I know, sweetie. I know.

Marina
I haven't seen him in weeks either. He's had SCW banning him from the arenas over "medical reasons". I can't ever tell when I will see him.

Madison
He is the same with us. He's afraid that those after us will come back.

Marina
Can you tell me who "they" are?

Madison
I could, but you wouldn't like the answer.

Marina
Why? It's someone I know?

Madison
Someone with a lot of power in this city, who could easily get someone to take care of a problem.

A corporate. A social giant. I wanted to ask who, but for some reason, I felt the distinct hesitation, as if my body was telling me that my mind was not ready for that just yet. That this information was not going to help me now. It was a warning. Slowly, my voice found words.

Marina
I don't think that I should inquire anymore about that. Not yet.

Madison
I understand completely.

Marina
Shilo told me we were childhood friends. Where did we live?

Madison
That is easier to tell you, but you might not believe me.

Marina
I'd still like to hear it.

Madison
Alright. Believe it or not, you lived in a place below the ground.

Marina
A place...below the surface? In Toronto?

Madison
Yes. You see, years ago, while the PATH was being built, it was originally meant to be much longer and larger than it was.

Marina
I had heard about that in one of the books at the library. Something about a rather extensive set of tunnels. You're saying they still exist?

Madison
Well, not too most people, but after the closure, a group of people, calling themselves the "Merchants" took refuse there. They set up the whole system and set of tunnels and pathways as well as creating a set of almost "villages" for people to live.

Marina
How is that possible? Living conditions, the materials needed?

Madison
I wish I knew for certain how, but there was alot of pull done my the "Merchants". One was a contractor, one was a former officer and knew the laws to go into and another was good with the permits. Amass enough men, create the project, call it a failure and say it was sealed up and there you go. Again, I'm not sure how it all happened, but it did and it's there.

Marina
An underground world under Toronto.

Madison
I told you it sounded crazy.


It did. Absurdly so. Like something out of a fairytale or a children's book of some kind. Secret pathways, hidden routes, a masked man that lived there, and yet she was saying I had lived there with him. It was laughable.

So, why wasn't I laughing?

Marina
Can you show me?

Madison
Darling, I wish I could, but even I can't risk that much. If I'm being followed while I took you, they'd find out how to get down there. And there's alot of people down there that would be hurt.

Marina
I understand. You know that it's just so hard to believe.

Madison
Well, not too hard if you remember how strange Shilo is.


I chuckled from that little quip. That was true. A man that took joy in running around in masks and using lights and pyros and imagery. Such a man would HAVE to be from an absurd upbringing. Was it so hard to believe?

Shaking my head, I slowly finished my tea as Madison finished her latte.

Marina
So I lived underground before the accident and now I can't go back there.

Madison
Your family won't allow it. Neither would Shilo. It could do more damage then good. And then there's all the risk to the people if you're followed.


I could only nod my head before placing a few loonies onto the table as payment for my drink as the bill came, an action Madison imitated.

Marina
Does he still love me?


It was the one question I wanted to ask the moment I was informed of Madison's identity. It was one of the questions I had wrestled with ever since I had watched my matches with Matthews and Howell, specifically what Jonathan Knots and Adam Sharper and the others had said about me.

Madison
Yes.


She smiled before placing an envelope in my hands. With a small nod, she turned her head and was out the door without looking back. She hadn't realized what she had given me in that answer. The answer to one question.

Shilo Valiant was in love with me.

Marina
Gods, this really complicates things.


It was the only thing I could think now as I watched Madison through the window as she disappeared into the crowds.

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Once more a challenge, once more it is surpassed.

The equations remain, yet the problem is still unsolved. Still unable to calculate to a definitive and correct singularity of an answer. Further additions are brought in, further promises of something of a solution thrust upon the dimwitted masses.

Another add-on.

Another accessory.

How can this world that is Supreme Championship Wrestling hope to carry such weight? To avoid being strangled by its own insecurity and desperation? Is this not what was warned to us months ago, Creatures of the Night? That the entertainment, the very lifeline of SCW, the life-force that keeps it alive, would rot and decay if stagnation occurred?

Change had to be done. Change had to occur.

We were warned, yet you did not listen.

Listen now, SCW Directors...for this is the Voice of the Night!

Three times now, you have gotten in my way. And by you, the reference is made, of course, to those that think wearing a multi-color boa constrictor around your collared necks places you "in the know". To the men and women who's idea of having a "finger on the pulse" of SCW is to watch from their safe house in another country. The same people that think that simply making a decree over a phone or a text or an email indicates a caring nature for those within the SCW Universe.

Three times, such people have gotten in my way since that fateful night on Breakdown. First, despite your officials and security, you STILL have not had Madelyne MacTaggart arrested for stealing. Furthermore, you allowed her to walk out of the arena with my championship. Instead of getting a new one for me, you stall, hoping your "latest blonde" would do the deed and silence the swan. She failed.

The second time occurred a few weeks later when you allowed Regan Street not only to compete, but to continue her career unfettered. For the past few weeks, this woman has stalked me, assaulted me, drugged me and harassed me. Has she been warned? No. Has she been disciplined? No. Has she suffered ANY punishment for her crime? No. Instead, you post whispers in the locker-rooms that she would face me at Under Attack for the Women's Championship, a title she did not win the first time, and a title she has not earned the contendership of. Do not think for one second that I did not see that posted by your board on the forums hours into the early morn, only to be changed shortly afterwards.

Do not think me as foolish as you, directors. Once more, you were dead-set on making sure that Regan got another chance at me, untouched for her crimes.

But that has since changed, hasn't it? Because it has finally dawned upon you all, you sycophants. That your blonde cannot defeat me. That, despite your allowances for her, she cannot defeat me. She's tried and failed at every attempt to destroy me. She's failed. You've allowed her access to numerous crimes, yet I am still here.

On her own, no woman can touch me. No woman can beat me. The same is true for many men who face me here in your precious land. Despite your attempts to silence me, I have risen above you, making...jokes, for lack of a better word...of your "elite superstars".

Thus, the third time you have gotten in my way has come to light. The equation I spoke of to Dylan Howell? The mass of numbers? The dependency of others to create an advantage over me. You've used that countless times, allowed it within the halls of SCW and all the while whispered it to your cohorts and "chosen people". Or am I wrong when I say that the attack upon me by Rachel Foxx and Brittany Lohan, friends of Regan, was NOT orchestrated in some small part by you?

Conspiracies...lies...deceit...festering within SCW, causing the wretched reeks that plague it. Even now, it speaks of "Stipulations to follow". Like the sword of damocles hanging over my head, ready to skewer this Black Swan in twine. It whispers of "contingency plans" and "added features", exposing your need to ensure my loss and subsequent losing of my championship of over six months. A voice speaks against those whispers now. That voice will not be silenced.

But you have tried, and I must give credit where credit is due to you simpletons. You seem to have come up with the perfect situation. Where is Marina Trent at her weakest position? When she is in a tag match. Where her victory is dependent on others. She's not won such a match in some time. Often, she is the one pinned, such as at South of the Border, my last true tag match with Shilo Valiant.

Yes, Marina Trent is thrust out of her element in this and the equation of "Destroying the Black Swan" has indeed created another section of numbers and small algorithms that must be dealt with.

And dealt with they shall be.

But the situation does seem dire, with not a solution in plain sight. Basic individuals and morons like the majority of your roster would give up and walk away. They would see the unfairness in this.

I do see it, and I thrust it before your very eyes. Eyes full of envy and hate. Green against the black of me. Green like your blonde "savior" and your black-haired "champion" or your peroxided "wonder-woman".

And they do have a right for that, but not so much as I do. Street claims to deserve another title opportunity, despite doing NOTHING but defeating mere rookies in the span of time between her loss to me and now. Brittany Lohan, well...there's a reason no one remembers her matches. And Foxx merely wishes for more chances to destroy.

My cause is greater than that. My reasoning far more just than mere "whims of fancy" or "proclaimed deserving". My issues are in the facts.

And the facts stand out brighter than the pink-nail polish Ms. Street is so fond of.

The facts are thus: Since my humiliation of Regan Street, handing her her first loss, and the present time, I have been in two matches. The first was against none other than the former World Heavyweight Champion Christy Matthews. I won. I pinned her to the mat and proceeded to shock the world.

Yet, no match was granted to me for Under Attack.

The next match, I faced the man that is the proclaimed "Number one contender for the Adrenaline Title". And with all the little men's words of victory and thus reward in a chamber, particularly of men like Miller and Cole, though such proclamations are far more pitiful than I can imagine when they compare themselves of any worth to each other, I, on the other hand, take such things and silence them by DEFEATING the supposed "number one contender" and winner of the Adrenaline Showcase, again, through pinfall.

Yet, no match is given to me for Under Attack.

Now, we are a mere week before this supposed "Pay-Per-View" and now...NOW! They announce my match. A mere week. Thirteen gets his match announced weeks ago, Thorn's is set from the actions of Apocalypse, and the majority of the roster are informed from last Breakdown.

But for the woman that beat the longest reigning woman heavyweight champion and the number one contender for the adrenaline title?

They wait...

And then they post this, in response not to a victory, but a cowardly attack, rewarding the offenders...


Can the Voice of the Night laugh? Can her words take merriment for a moment? A second of mirth and humor at the signs that this brings out? Or is that impossible? Is the bitterness too strong that the humor dies amongst its acid? Eroded into a mess of words and emotions?

Such a thing is very possible, creatures.

For what has the Black Swan been given here? What else can be seen from it? A late match, thrown together at the last possible moment? A match devoid of true development, meant to be nothing more than an opening act to the "big matches" like those of Lucas Knight or Xander Valentine? And simply because no individual in SCW wishes to give the longest reigning champion in SCW right now her just due for her service to the universe and to the entertainment, but it does run much deeper than that.

Do you think the world is blind, directors? Do you think this is going to go unnoticed? On one side, you have Bad Company. A team. A formed team that has worked together, planned together, can cooperate together.

On the other side, Marina Trent, Katie Steward and Blake Mason.

I think I WILL allow myself to laugh for a moment. Ha Ha Ha.

Are you serious? Do you actually think this is something that is tolerable, you morons? Or have you just lost your subtlety, replacing them with simple bold statements of "We are going to screw Marina Trent"?

Hmmm, I could appreciate it for its art if it was subtle. At least then, I could take some joy in destroying such a plan and watch you all play the fools trying to cover it up. That would be entertaining to me.

There is no art in this. There is no form in this. My two partners cannot work with me nor I with them and the awareness of it is absolute. The creatures know it. We all remember that I have no positive feelings of respect of any sort towards that coward queen. And it is clear last Breakdown that she holds me in the same regard. Or did you miss her order her little pigeon, TJ Johnson, to attempt to attack me with that lead pipe? Yes, the blonde that can do nothing right with a championship and felt no hesitation in "bashing my brains in" will be my partner for this "fair match". And then add-on to this equation is Blake Mason.

Forgive me, Creatures, but for once, your Black Swan must display an expression of confusion and perhaps ignorance. For for the life of me, I cannot understand how such a man fits into such a situation. Was not he after Greg Cherry...no, he lost that match at Apocalypse. Perhaps it has something to with being hardcore against Xander- no, he tapped out of that match. Then it must be-

Ah, yes, creatures there is your reason. Blake Mason was chosen because the man has not won an important match since who knows when and is, without a doubt, the single most pitiful choice that the board could come up with. What better way to weaken the team further?

So there you have it, creatures. Three women, all in favor of my destruction, simply because none of them can beat me on their own, and the directors, favoring them of course, sets up this late match with myself, a woman who hates me and I her, and a man that couldn't win a match if a gun was pressed to the soft flesh of his temple and he was commanded to win or face the welcome embrace of the grim reaper.

Are you smiling now, directors? Does this make you happy? At long last, you think you've discovered a final version of your infamous equation? That this addition will equal my silence?

Perhaps you have. After all, you didn't hesitate saying "no" to Shilo Valiant returning and being my partner instead. Nor did you consider other possibilities, such as Xander Valentine. Hell, rookies would be better than these two. Perhaps you've arranged it this way and have finally created a solution to completely silence the most vocal pair that ever existed within SCW. Because, truthfully, I don't see a way out of this. I don't. There is not a soul within this match that I can depend upon or trust with my back to. Katie and TJ would throw me to the sledgehammer and chair to save their own skins, as would that boy Mason. They would happily aid you in my destruction if it meant their betterment and they certainly would abandon me in the ring for the tried-and-true routine of "ambush on Marina" that has been running through SCW for the past few months. No, my dear ones, I do not foresee any way of getting out of this match in one piece.

But there is something I can say to all of Bad Company and to my two..."partners" in this little blood-bath parading as a "inconsequential toss-together match". All of you:

Regan Street, the pitiful child that never could keep her promises regarding me.

Brittany Lohan, the "war-machine" that seems to rust and break down against women like me, your reigns as a champion paling in comparison to mine, a parallel to our careers, really.

Rachel Foxx, the burning candle of SCW, who may achieve greatness, but is snuffed out the moment true competition comes her way.

Katie Steward, the false queen, dependent on her pawns and yet, showing her lack of strength. It is said that on a chess board, the queen is the most versatile and powerful piece and is the target of the players to be removed from the game. You think you are that queen? With your mere "weeks" as champion to "aid" your career? How sad.

Blake Mason, a lover of destruction and pain, the same vein as Rachel Foxx, no doubt, with the only exception that you do not possess a championship. Indeed, and the greed for one is rather high, for your cohort, a certain number shall we say? He is posed to become Heavyweight champion.


I can say this to all of you. Every one of you has reason to take me down. I am the one with the credentials. The record. The accomplishments. What are yours? A few weeks as Underground champion? As Heavyweight Champion?

Face it, you simple women and man, the lot of you are here simply because you could not achieve anything of worth in the other division, more specifically for most of you, in MY division. You failed as women, the majority of you, so you ran to this division to try and change all that. And while I have found this little-game of "hot potato" with the Underground title amusing for a time, it has since become insulting that such a division would be placed above mine, and a division filled with rejects of the greater division just makes me feel ill. All five of you women are in this match because you want to be what I am.

It started at Apocalypse with Katie, Brittany, Rachael and a Harmony Fisher by name. Now, I have been drawn into it on the mere fact that your youngest member cannot lose with any dignity and like hyenas in search of food, you attack in groups and now believe me weak and wish to pray on me. As I said, simply because you wish to be me.

You bleached my hair for yourself, so you could say "I'm blonde like Marina". I refused that. To do that would be to lie to the creatures and say "I am you". I am not. But you made it clear that the lot of you wish to be me. Why not? My reigns eclipse all of yours. I am the most dominant woman in SCW as of this moment. Even the simple Interim Champion cannot stand in the ring with me. Instead, she hides behind a microphone and a computer. Just like you all hide behind your sledgehammers, your crowns, your twitter accounts, your cars, and your studios.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

Are they not pathetic, my creatures? That they would be as desperate as the Board of Directors themselves and sink to this level? That they would, in their desperation, no doubt plan some loud promo to proclaim the fairness and their deserving nature should they "emerge" victorious. Both sides will claim this, particularly Katie, and I am sure Mason will speak of some kind of machoism laced with some sexist remarks belying his immaturity.

To all of you, I say this:

Go ahead. Commence your ideal chit-chat. Make your claims and come to Under Attack with them, for that is surely a fitting title for me. Under attack from all sides. I say, come to me and do just that. Tear me to pieces. Rip me apart. Fulfill your appetite and false egos with this little endeavor. For when that happens, and you proclaim yourselves superior to me, I will be handed my Black Swan title and I will leave still the women's champion of SCW.

The three of you will have proven that you are a faction of power, though there was no doubt of that. You will have simply done what the directors have done and what their blind sheep have done.

Repeat.

Repeat and repeat again.

Further stagnating the entertainment in this business. Simply re-stating a fact. That out-numbered, Marina Trent can be beaten. Yes, you will make that case VERY clear I am sure. State it over again and again and again, just to try and get the idiotic masses to agree with you.

In the end, you still won't have your solution. You still won't have a way to take the Women's title from me. All you will have is a hollow victory brought on by numbers and nothing more. All you will have is the same feeling you got when you tried that last Breakdown.

That's it. A fleeting emotion. You will not find certainty in your promises of superiority, Regan, nor will Lohan destroy much in this "regular rules" match. And you, Foxx, will not be able to claim dominance on your own. You will be lumped in with the Syrens and the Ravyns. Women of success, but only through numbers. How would that look on you, Rachel? If you are as weak as the blondes you've targeted? After all, Katie is no different, using her kin as human shields and missiles in one go. Are you content to be her "ebony copycat"?

That is all the three of you can achieve, and though it will be far more than what Mason and Steward will achieve, what I achieve will not be surpassed by such simple tactics.

No, the intent for me is not to win. I knew I couldn't the moment I discovered the alterations in this match. I may be superior to you all, but the numbers game is the numbers game and I have played it too many times to not notice the odds here. Still, that is not something that concerns me. If my title was on the line, I'd be concerned, but the Directors have made two fatal errors in this match.

The first I have mentioned already in the preservation of my title reign. That bleeds into the second. My intent. My target.

The target is you: Rachel Foxx.

Hmmm-hmmm. Don't look so surprised, Foxx. I know you were anticipating me to speak to Regan. But her little pranks and antics are just that. They aren't a threat. No, Regan is not my target. You are.

You see, a few weeks ago, I made a promise to someone. I promised that no matter what happened, I would not allow myself to be silenced. That I would stand up and fight for all that I believed in. A touching Hallmark speech, I know, but I also promised my creatures that we would not be trodden asunder by the division you represent as champion. That I would be taking over your division and adding it to my own. To silence the directors who sought to silence me.

And in their desperation to try and do so, they have placed me as close to you as I possibly could be. Can you not see the irony in this, Rachel? Is it lost in your mind from all those concussions? That in order to get their best chance to destroy me, the directors are forced to give me exactly what I wanted?

They have handed you to me on a silver platter. And while this may not be for your title, that truth is irrelevant. Because I don't need it right now. I shall get it, do not worry, but I don't need it now. I, my dear ignorant one, have received the true reward I was looking for.

Change.

It's begun. As I said, I did not belong in this little war you had. You, Regan and Brittany dragged me into it, but why? Why bring in a woman that is clearly better than all of you? Why do it?

That, my creatures all know, is the final fact tonight from the Voice of the Night, and it lies in the events of last Ammo, where I pinned Christy Matthews before your very eyes. The woman none of you could beat, including you Katie, and I do it with ease. How much longer will that go one before all of you are cast aside? How many more such victories will I need before I become the World Champion? Simple, isn't it? And not much if you consider my record of late. You all saw it, as I promised that you would. You all agreed. I had become too powerful, too great to be controlled. The board was scared. They could not stop me, so they rigged all this in your favor. THAT and that alone allowed you to drag me in and grant me access to your world of the Underground.

So thank you women and directors for that. Thank you for that gift. And thank you for making my task all the easier. For in doing do, Rachel, you've allowed me to come into your division with no rules. No conditions. I can enter with ease and dominate just as easily as I did the Women's Division. And dominate, I shall.

That is my intent, Rachel. At Under Attack, I won't be interested in winning, nor will I be interested in getting revenge on the stagnating and prattling Regan Street. I will be after you, simply to force the hand that has fed you this match. Force it to grant me contendership status for your title so I may add your division to my own, expanding my Swan Lake and the strength of my voice. To take your strength's division like a fine poison and slowly...slowly drain it from the board's lifeline of power. It cannot be denied any longer, Foxx! You hear me?! It cannot!

At Under Attack, I will be interested only in humiliating you. Just like I've humiliated Brittany and how I humiliated Street. It has all led to you. The war-weapon has been surpassed, the beautiful face has been scarred and left behind. All that is left is the brain behind it all. You, Rachel. So I suggest that you pray to the board from your little hole in the ground that they do something to divert my attention from you. Otherwise, it will take more than your associates to stop the swan from tearing the fox to pieces.

Pray for a miracle, Rachel. At Under Attack, I will color all your green eyes with the mist of black before revealing to you the true solution to your equation. I will laugh at your ideals of "success" on that night and do what we have promised the creatures we'd do. Attack.

And when all that is done, Rachel, you will will come to terms with the Pandora's box you have unlocked...

And may the gods help you from the black mist that spews forth...


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”When you talk about loyalty in this world it has different meanings to different people. To me it’s simple, being faithful to commitments and obligations. When people have those same goals they put their trust in each other and the cause. This is Foxx Global not Apokolipstick. Loyalties can lead to betrayal and there is no other truth that sticks but betrayal. I walked into this business alone, with a purpose to succeed and be the best but there is more to it than that. It’s not just about winning titles, having a tremendous record or being the best, it’s about making an impact and it’s about people remembering who you are. After Under Attack, what you see The Hallcat accomplish you’re going to remember.”







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10/22/12




Rachel Foxx is someone I have always admired from the first day I walked into SCW. A beautiful woman with power at the palm of her hands, a woman that can change the course of a day with one flick of her finger, that is the kind of power my cousin Trinity has amassed, the kind of power that I respect. Rachel isn’t just another powerful CEO with a beautiful face; she is a ruthless and brutal woman in the ring…..

Seriously what is not to like?

When I was approached by both her and Brittany Lohan to join Foxx Global I was honored and excited for many reasons, I had just been picking up the pieces from my short run as Apokolipstick with my then tag team partner, Madelyne MacTaggert and the loss to The Bird, both subjects that I will go more in depth with at a later time….

For now this night is for something else, something more special.

I was invited to dinner over at Rachel’s house, I had to look my best and mind you I’m rich, I have plenty of money so the WOW factor doesn’t work on me very well….

Until now.

This woman is not only a badass but she has taste, the kind of woman I can align myself with. You can have all the money in the world but if you live like trailer park trash then what’s the point of having those riches at your disposal.

I arrived at her house; I had to look the part wearing a Dolce Y Gabbana red dinner dress with silver heels. I’m proud of my body so I like to show it off, I even went and had a mani/pedi, the onyx nail polish is so powerful it makes a statement.

Then there is another favorite subject of mine….

Diamonds….

Diamonds….

Diamonds….

It’s not only a girl’s best friend but it’s my collection, a hobby I took up so I’m covered in it. Big girls need big diamonds and I am a big girl in stature. I was ready to make an impression which wouldn’t be too hard considering they already have accepted me into their circle, this was more of a formal introduction to the cause and honestly none of you fucks need to know what that cause is, it’s better if you just experience it…..

Better for Foxx Global of course.

I walk into the manor; even her butler is cute which a rarity is as most times they are middle to older men living their lives to serve others….

Hey, everyone has a role in this world, even you so make sure when you pick up my trash tomorrow you don’t dump the fucking can in the middle of the alleyway asshole.

I walk into this elegant dining room, the chandeliers made of crystal, the china costs more than your yearly salary, the utensils are actual silver, yes Rachel Foxx you have class. I see her in a black form fitting dress complimenting her curves, her long dark hair just rests on her shoulder almost taking a life of its own, she smiles at me and gives me a hug……



Rachel:”Welcome to your new home, you are family now.”


Family, a word I never really embraced and that’s cool, my family made the Hewitt’s from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre look sane. I look over at Brittany, muscular, sexy and as stoic as ever wearing a blue dress that just fit her right and left very little for the imagination, Rachel is a VERY lucky girl but I have my own Lohan so I cannot complain. Brittany comes over and hugs me, even gentle she has the strength of an ox, it’s a turn on I must admit but then again I’m used to it.


Brittany:”You are family now, welcome beautiful I hope you are hungry.”


I smile because she knows I’m always fucking hungry, I must have a tape worm or something, remind me to get that checked out…


Regan:”Famished.”


Rachel gestures me to sit, her Butler, the gentleman he is or maybe he’s just a suck up fuck who gets paid well takes the chair out for me as I sit, Rachel to my right and Brittany to her left, I have to admit for the first time in a long time I feel like I belong somewhere. Rachel looks over at me with her mesmerizing eyes and smiles, grabbing my hand and caressing it…..


Rachel:”I am so glad you are here, with us. Brittany trusts you, you take care of Dawn, the way you handle yourself in the ring, your no nonsense, never bite your tongue attitude is what drew me to you. The first time we fought in the ring you had 2 matches under your belt and you took it to me, when I walked out of that ring I had nothing but respect for you, ask Brittany she was the one that told me not too long after to keep my eye on you and that is exactly what I did. I have been watching you ever since.”


I made an impression, here’s a woman that has won hardcore titles with more than 30 reigns, a practical legend in this sport and as the metamorphosis of Foxx Global continues to evolve it was me they had their eye on, I caress her hand back and smile...


Regan:”I am honored to be here. I respected you and Brittany from the first day I walked into the doors of the SCW. When I wrestled you I knew I was in the ring with one of the best in this business. I saw you two fight at Rise to Greatness, I saw the intensity and the brutality. To sit here now with both of you is a gift. See I don’t sugarcoat anything and pardon my language but I have no time for bullshit. I want to be surrounded by those that share my ideals, my morals and my goals. I want people that won’t stab me in the back and run out of SCW. I came into this business alone, with no friends and now I have a family. I do feel like I belong here with two beautiful women that see me for who I am….a bitch.”


Rachel and Brittany look at each other and smile assuring themselves that they made the right decision, I can see it in their faces as they turn back to me, Rachel stands up, never breaking eye contact with me and walks behind my chair…..

Now one of two things are going to happen here, first she might go all Al Capone on me and bash my head with a baseball bat, now that would fucking suck….

Or two she is going to welcome me and……



Rachel:”I feel this connection towards you, just like Brittany does. I love confidence, I love self-worth and you light up this room with your attitude.”


She grasps my shoulders, whispering in my ear as her cool breath tickles my lobe, I get aroused by power and this is power. I look at Brittany who nods at me in approval as my green eyes shift over to Rachel…..


Rachel:”We are the army of three. Our bond cannot be broken, not by SCW, not by Katie Steward, not by Blake Mason and NOT by Marina Trent. We are a power of one, an Unholy Union that will watch them drop to their knees and beg for mercy, mercy that will refuse to give them. She is the War Machine, the powerful woman that will stop at nothing until their broken bodies paint the mat like a mural. I am the Suicide Queen and I will not stop until they can no longer breathe. I will risk it all to do so. There is only one piece left missing my dear Regan.”


Yes there is, there is one piece missing and it’s sitting right here in front of you. The puzzle is almost complete, this masterpiece will soon be ready for display and that right there gives me hope, motivation to not only succeed but to fucking dominate. I look over at her and whisper…


Regan:”The Hellcat.”


Brittany and Rachel both smile, Rachel rubs the back of her hand on my face and walks back over to her chair to sit down, she snaps her fingers and in that instance we have wine being served, blood red wine, Merlot my favorite and a 1987 French Vintage, okay I am really liking her taste.


Brittany:”We wanted The Hellcat. We saw how you responded after your loss to Trent and the words that came out of Rachel’s mouth were simply “impressive”. From that moment we knew that you were a right fit, you took her and embarrassed her on national TV no matter what she came back to say. It took a lot to drug her and dye her hair blonde.”


Thinking back at that night I just laugh because The Bird was actually snoring like a rooster when I was dyeing her hair. Brittany saw it and so did Rachel, how The Bird tried to play it off but I struck a nerve, she knows I did, how quickly she dyed her hair back. Rachel and Brittany are comfortable, I can tell they have accepted me, I have their full trust and they have mine. We are a cohesive unit, something our opponents at Under Attack cannot say and with the Stipulations handed down we all know that the conversation will arise……very soon.


Rachel:”I would like to propose a toast to our new Empire, Foxx Global or as we like to call ourselves, HELL’S BELLE’S…….Liberation.”

Brittany:”Liberation.”


She’s right, I feel free to do what I want when I want without any repercussions and that’s scary because drugging the Bird was me playing around, all I wanted to accomplish from that was get her attention and I did just that but I want to do more, I know I can do more and it’s building inside. The Hellcat is breaking free and that is bad news for everyone else. Yes I do believe in this…..


Regan:”Liberation.”


We all smile and sip from our glasses as Dinner is about to be served, I know that the topic is coming, I know that the true test is when Foxx Global begins to talk about the stipulations, this could get tricky, I have always stated I want The Bird. I’ve beaten the other Steward’s except for Katie, this would be a first for me, Blake is a good guy but teaming with The Bird makes him guilty by association.

The butler comes and serves me Beluga Caviar; okay I’m impressed with some seared Fois Gras. Rachel Foxx you have taste in food too, is there anything you are not good at? There has to be something, I suck at Mario Kart but I’m good at everything else. This is really tasty and I am truly overjoyed….

Okay now I sound lame.



Rachel:”Is it to your liking so far. You are a woman of taste and class, I hope you like Caviar.”


A generous host as well, yeah she’s fucking flawless. I smile back at her…


Regan:”Impeccably delicious. You have taste Rachel, you have class and you are a woman after my own heart. It is absolutely delicious. I have to admit it’s refreshing knowing that people like me still exist. Not those that wait for things to happen but those that make things happen. Following the rules and writing the rules are two completely different things and ladies you two write the rules. We beat to our own drums, put it together and we make wonderful music together. Okay that was fucking corny.”


Rachel and Brittany laugh, it takes a lot to make Britt laugh, she has a peculiar sense of humor. One time we went shopping and this guy was hit by a bus right outside the marketplace in Downtown LA, she laughed her ass off and I knew right there she was my type of bitch.


Rachel:”Beautiful, sexy, ruthless and a sense of humor, you are the whole package Regan. Now your family is quite powerful, they own Street Inc. correct?”

Regan:”Yes they do. Let’s just say my fortunes come from Street Inc. directly.”

Rachel:”So then you know what it takes to implement a “Hostile Takeover”.”


I nod because I do. A Hostile Takeover is just exactly what the SCW needs….


Rachel:”Good, a Hostile Takeover takes no prisoners, a Hostile Takeover destroys everything in its path.”

Regan:”A Hostile Takeover is the decimation of the SCW and their bi-partisan rule. It’s time for a change and I realize that and it will happen at Under Attack.”


Rachel again smiles; I take another bite of my caviar, savoring every morsel. My two beautiful companions also enjoy the appetizer as it looks like the soup is next on the list and by smelling it it’s Lobster Bisque.


Rachel:”Lobster Bisque.”


Damn I’m good or maybe all those years of living alone with no dates had its purpose when I ate frequently by myself around the local restaurants. I taste the Bisque, it’s creamy and flavorful, it seems like she has hired the best Chef’s as well. The two ladies taste the soup and then it happens, I can see it in Brittany’s face, the pleasantries were about to come to an end…..


Brittany:”The Bisque is amazing Rachel. Ladies while we enjoy dinner we need to discuss Under Attack.”


Rachel stops and nods, she puts her spoon, I can see her eyes slowly turning towards me, I put my spoon down and wipe my mouth, the two ladies have their full attention on me, they are testing me, they want to see where my loyalties lie, that’s an easy question to answer and all that comes out of my mouth are three words….


Regan:”Pluck the Bird.”


Rachel slowly cracks a smile; she turns to Brittany and nods her head. All I can think about is The Bird, some say I’m obsessed but I personally think it’s a load of crap. I want what’s mine and I will not stop until I get it…..


Brittany:”I have Trent’s number, Katie will be dealt with by Rachel and I.”

Rachel:”Mr. Mason wants to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong so be it, he will be laid out just for my mere entertainment. I keep my Underground Title, Brittany breaks the bones and bodies she wants and you get the Bird.”


A smile comes across my face, here I thought there was going to be ego driven bickering but instead this was a true family, we have our individual goals but the Greater of Foxx Global feeds the needs of those goals as a unit…..

As a family……



Regan:”We all get what we want, I want The Bird, I don’t care how but I will get the Bird while watching Mason and Steward get a lesson taught in the House of Pain…..the house Foxx Global built.”


Rachel cannot help but smile, the gleam in her eye tells the tale of how she feels in this very moment, this instance. Brittany is loyal, she would break her back for Rachel and you don’t find loyalty like that anywhere. I believe in this cause, I believe in our Liberation. I became so involved in the why that I forgot to realize how and it cost me but that shit is in the past, I’m tired of being PC here in SCW, if you don’t like my attitude then go fuck yourself.


Rachel:”Now that is music to my ears dear Hellcat. Oh before I forget, we have a Masquerade Ball in a few days, you will join us won’t you?”


I love Masquerade Balls….


Regan:”I would love too, may I bring Dawn?”

Rachel:”We wouldn’t have it any other way.”


I again smile. We continue to eat, small talk until dinner came out, Chilean Sea Bass, my favorite it couldn’t of been more perfect but it didn’t end there…..

Dessert was a Pumpkin Crčme Brulee and it was to die for, we continued our small talk which lead to us migrating on the couch with an after dinner drink…

I sat next Rachel on the couch, Brittany on her other side, she turned to me and placed her hand on my thigh and smiled….



Rachel:”Under Attack will be our official debut and I want to unleash you. We together will bring SCW to their knees; we will have them beg us for mercy, mercy that does not exist in our sanctuary. We declare War on SCW. Voltaire once said “It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.” Dear Regan and Brittany….”


Rachel laughs and I love it…..


Rachel:”Sound the trumpets.”


Brittany cracks a smile, I chuckle because it makes me feel warm inside knowing Rachel mean every bit of it.


Brittany:”We will burn SCW to the ground and it starts at Under Attack.”


I also know Brittany is serious, she is a sociopath, no doubt about it but she is the sociopath that makes more sense than any sane person does and if you don’t believe me I don’t give a fuck. Cross her and see what happens.

As for my response, this is a time fitting for Shakespeare….



Regan:”Cry havoc….and let slip the dogs of war.”


If you idiots don’t know what that means try chaos and pillage you morons. Rachel, Brittany and I laugh because we speak the truth, this isn’t some bullshit pat yourself on the back, threat throwing party to put ourselves over, oh no this is something that is real, and it’s going to get real quick for Steward, Mason and The Bird for we are a Unit, we are a foundation, we are the Metamorphosis of the Revolution of SCW for we will not stop, we will not relent until our opponents are dead.

I can see it in Rachel’s eyes, “KILL FOXX KILL” she mutters, enticing, exciting Brittany, knowing she will be unleashed to destroy, to maim and to conquer….

As for me? Aren’t I the wildcard? I don’t care about consequence, all I care about is gain and that is what a hellcat is all about…..

We do it for the cause….

For Foxx Global…..

For family…..

Because finally….

I’m home.


Fade to Black








”Funny how things work out don’t they? We all handle things differently but I like to just go with the flow. Why would I wait for something to happen when I can just make it happen myself? I don’t need anyone to give me favors or hand me outs like The Bird would suggest as my first Women’s Championship match. Yeah I didn’t win, I was beat but did I fizzle away? Did I give up or pursue other ventures? Oh no you see there is no bigger satisfaction than proving the masses wrong. That’s what’s going to happen where in one voice there will be a collective “awe”. I don’t like this mess but Hell I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I said I needed ONE opportunity, I have that and it’s time to erase the past. Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”







“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

-Friedrich Nietzsche





COLLATERAL

DAMAGE





I have always felt that the biggest obstacle in someone’s life is complacency. Look around you, in the workplace, at home and in life. There are people that take jobs and stay working that same job for over 20, 30, 40 years never advancing, never moving forward and they are happy, content with that decision. I have always stated that this world is full of role players; every single person plays their part.

Some are meant to serve….

Some are meant to conquer…..

Others are meant to bring stability to our everyday lives.

Let’s go back to the beginning, when I first started in SCW. I claimed one thing that I was going to rule the world and that hasn’t changed. Every single competitor that I have faced I have beaten except for one and that is The Bird but before I address the Bird I have a few things to talk about…..

We can sit back and watch life pass us by, accept the norm and adjust to its rules and regulations but unlike you I believe that rules are merely suggestions. I don’t follow your rules, I don’t abide by your regulations and I don’t adhere to your enforcement. I live by my rules, I live by my regulations and by my own enforcement, I really don’t care if you like me or hate me, none of you mean anything to me.

You don’t pay my bills, you don’t take the hits I take and you don’t feel what I feel.

That’s why I am better than all of you. In SCW there is a lot of complacency; superstars that are comfortable in their “spots”, three of those are our opponents at Under Attack.

I wanted a one on one with Marina Trent, The Bird if you will and instead I am in a 6 person tag match where the stakes are high. I have a chance to become the Women’s "Black Swan" Champion but to do so I have to pin one of three people. Is that fair to the Bird? Of course not but she is going to come out and cry foul again and again because that’s what she does, sing the same old tired fucking song.

Katie Steward, the biggest egomaniac in SCW that holds no substance. That’s right another blonde to team with the Bird, the woman most hated in wrestling. Katie I don’t you, I could care less about you. I know that the rest of Foxx Global can’t stand you, if you want to prance around thinking you’re the best, if you want to paint titles pink and rename them the “Goddess” Championship that’s on you, it didn’t affect me….

NOW it does.

The reason it does is because you stand between me and the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship and that is no fault of your own, you were thrown into a meat grinder and you can thank the booking geniuses of SCW, the suits obviously want to put the 6 of us in turmoil. Think about it Katie, you get a chance to win immunity, Rachel Foxx, Brittany Lohan and Harmony Fisher which I am still scratching my head how her name is thrown in when she is not even involved in this match, cannot touch you for 6 months. Now that paints a pretty picture for you as your security blanket will make you feel safe and warm from those that wish to inflict bodily harm on you. You can once again prance around safely with your made up titles calling yourself the “Goddess, Princess, Diva, Fake Boob, Bleach Blonde” Champ or whatever the hell It was but that’s not going to happen…..

Not when the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship is on the line. I have beaten your protégé’s quite easily I might say and I was not impressed at the least. I’m not comparing you to them because you’re a legend in this sport and….

Let me rephrase that, you’re a staple here in SCW’s ass. My stable mates want you gone which means I want you gone, to stand in front of me and what is rightfully going to be mine will be quite dangerous to your health. I don’t give two fucks what you have done in your career, I don’t care who you beat, who you want to beat, where you get your nails done, who you’ve screwed, how many belts you paint, how many pseudo-cousins or sisters you have wrestling and playing house on PromoTV, if your picture is plastered on the SCW website or if you enjoy grabbing your tits in your merchandise photos.

I don’t care about any of that crap….

Because all I see you as is IN MY WAY! That’s right Katie and it’s about time that SCW sees, that SCW learns and that SCW witnesses what THE HELLCAT is all about. I’m going to claw your eyes out just because I’d love to hear you scream and then I’m going to go after the next in line….

Which brings me to you Blake Mason.

Blake Mason, here is your chance to be what you hate, the Underground Champion. Now you had an opportunity to better yourself. You had it right in your hands as my cousin, Kelcey Wallace agreed to bring you in and make you the best because she is Perfect. For weeks you have been walking around lost like a homeless man after a 5th of Jack Daniels. You don’t even know if you are coming or if you are going and that is important here because I thought you were better than this, teaming with The Bird and Steward?

Is your pursuit of love worth that? Does Harmony Fisher have a Supergirl cape hanging out of her knickers? Why you are fighting? Do you even know what the fuck you want in your life man?

NO you don’t.

You are as confused as a Republican is in the United States. You have absolutely no idea who, what or where you are do you? You go from Modern-Day God to Modern-Day Nobody in 30 seconds because that’s how long it took to come out on Twitter and denounce your gimmick.

You used to ooze confidence, you used to come out with your take no prisoner’s attitude and show the world that you were not one to be messed with but look at you now. You’re just Blake Mason. The good guys have their roles in this world, they also finish dead last but are you really a "Good Guy"?

I really don’t give a damn about your career indecisions the only thing I care about is you’re #2 on the list. So Rachel Foxx made you bleed, yeah I get it you want revenge for that and your “girlfriend” so much so that you are willing to sell out to team with them?!

Katie Steward and Marina Trent!?

Really Blake? You attacked Rachel at the last Breakdown and that wasn’t good enough? It’s sad that just a month ago we were talking about teaming but you come out here and said I abandoned you, that’s funny because after Apocalypse maybe it was YOU that abandoned me? I wasn’t good enough for you Blake?

I wasn’t victorious so the Modern-Day God had no time for me? Maybe it was because you were too busy chasing Harm’s ass, losing to Greg Cherry and becoming his bitch like a prison cellmate or maybe it was running over Joker wanna-be's to find yourself?

Did you lose your smile?

Now you put yourself in a position where you will lose, you have put yourself in a spot that will see you become more a failure than you already have. You can’t protect them Blake, you can’t even trust your own partners can you?

I think you know the answer to that one already.

Now you made the single biggest mistake of your life, not your career but your mere existence and that is threatening to bring Dawn into this mess. She has nothing to do with this Blake and yet you threaten to bring her in? You wanted my attention?

Blake the last thing you want is MY attention because now you have it.

Were you foolishly bragging and boasting about playing mind games? You playing a mind game Blake? Really? This is bad comedy, I can have better Chess matches with my cat Cheshire than with you Blake. Here is the problem, you decided that it was a good idea to trash me on national Television to put yourself over. You decided that by singing the praises of the bird that you would somehow rattle my cage since apparently you hold some secret about Dawn as well. Nothing you say or do will change my impression of Dawn because trust me I have done far worst. The part that really has me saddened, that has me shaking my head is how easily you spoke about how The Swan is superior to me after she trashes you, how I walked into Apocalypse full of confidence or arrogance thinking I was going to win and I lost. Here is a news flash genius....

I ALREADY SAID THAT!

Yes Blake, you repeated everything that I had already said about myself. I made mistakes, I was over confident and I lost. Bravo Mr. Mason, you hit a hole in one! So now I will never be as good as the Bird, she is one of the greatest Womens Champions of all time? It's not hard holding on to a belt when you have beaten Madelyne MacTaggert on 3/4 of those defenses you dumbshit! Oh and wait of course I forgot how you can blast me, threaten me and put me down, yet my cousin will be okay with that?

GREAT PLAN!

The marketing geniuses come up with that one too? The same people that gave us your mug shot with the deer in front of headlights look on your profile page? The problem is Blake what you showed Foxx Global is that all you are is a man so full of desperation, trying to find his place in this world so that you would become the rambling idiot of your team to try and convince those other two bitches that you're all about teamwork and yet you question us?

Blake Mason, you are a lot like your teammates and now I see that. I tried to give you a chance, I tried to be understanding but you couldn't let things progress naturally, instead you stirred the pot and it's about to blow up in your face. The funny thing is Blake, a month ago you told me that I was more talented than The Swan, that I was the future of the Women's Division and nobody could stop me. So now you quickly flip? Well shit man that either makes you a liar or a two-faced prick......

....or maybe BOTH. No Blake what you are is a great fit on your team, go ahead and praise The Swan, shove your tongue up her feathers for all I care but it looks like hypocrisy, deceit and lies are what you two have in common. I guess "Birds" of a feather do flock together.

If I hadn't lost to the Swan at Apocalypse I wouldn't be in this match, if Rachel hadn't beat you up then you wouldn't be in this match, if Katie had any brains she wouldn't be in this match, if The Swan wasn't bumping her head constantly on the bottom of the Championship Committee desk top doing the chicken dance she wouldn't be in this match, if Brittany would just pick one woman and stop trying to hook up with all of us she wouldn't be in this match, if Rachel would've killed Fisher a long time ago she wouldn't be in this match and if Elephants had wings they would fly. So what's your point?

That's the thing Blake, YOU DON'T HAVE ONE! Coulda, woulda, shoulda changes nothing, this is where we are at and I only care about walking out with something I could lose and you of all people will NOT stop me, you can try but you will die trying.

I hope that when you look back on this day that it was worth it because you will be alone, trying to figure out where you went wrong…..

This is that turning point.

You are in my way to MY grand prize and that moment will have been the most significant moment in your life at Under Attack. I will treat you like my enemy; I will show you no mercy, no remorse and no sympathy. Neither you nor Katie Steward will get in my way to claiming that Championship and if I have to bulldoze you over, leaving you in a heaping pile of your own piss, bile and mucus I WILL.

Yeah that sounds horrible but it’s the truth and the truth always hurts.

I hope you find yourself Blake, I really do because you don’t know left from right, front from back or up from down. Go find who you are and when you do call me….

Or else SCW will witness another American Tragedy, The Life and Death of "Blake the Fake".

For now an ass-kicking to shut your lying mouth will suffice.

Now....

I joined Foxx Global for many reason, two powerful women that have the same beliefs that want to rule the world, that want to see it crumble at their feet are the type of people I want to associate with. I’m not a dictator or a tyrant, I just know what I want and will not let anyone stand in my way to get it. I have always pride myself in being an individual, a loner if you will because frankly put I have never needed anyone….

….or anything.

In my time here in SCW I have realized that this is a Game of Thrones, where numbers mean everything, sometimes one person fighting a war, trying to survive will get lost in that shuffle. I’m not an idiot, SCW has their marketable favorites we all know this and for me to break into that top echelon I needed to make a statement….

I needed my voice to be heard.

SCW wanted to bury me in Aggression, they saw what happened when they put Rylee Parthenopaeus against me in hopes that she would get a win and calm the PR nightmare I caused for them when I drugged the Bird. Now all of you saw what happened to Rylee, she took a little “Catnap” and as I lay on top of her unconscious body I have to admit …..

I began to get flashbacks of The Bird.

Rylee learned the hard way, she fell victim and it was your entire fault SCW. So how was I going to break in? How was I going to challenge these so-called “Superstars” and their “spots”? The answer is simple, by finding allies that wanted the same thing……

Rachel Foxx and Brittany Lohan.

Now don’t get me wrong here, they have their spot, but they want YOUR spot too. See Foxx Global and I want to emphasize GLOBAL because that is the key word here and it’s goal is to take over not just SCW but the entire fucking World.

The Hostile Takeover…..

This isn’t just any Takeover, you’re not going to be demoted or given a downstairs office job oh no, you’re lucky if we don’t hang you by your feet over the stop light on Hollywood and Vine, beaten as an example for the world to see.

At Under Attack it all begins and the stakes couldn’t be any higher.

The Underground Championship is on the line, the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship is on the line and for a select few we can walk out with gold but for others their incentives are quite enticing as well.

I was under the impression that we at Foxx Global knew what we have to do; we are supposed to be an Army of One, this is not about individuals, it’s about “The Greater Good” so if you think SCW you’re going to get drama from our side of the ring?

You better focus your cameras on the other team.....or so I thought....think about that Britt.


Now that brings me to you Swani. The “Cries of Conspiracy” are ringing in my ears, I can see it now, the whining and complaining that SCW has set you up, that they want a Blonde, but not just any Blonde, #43 to be exact to take the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship, that here we go again how Regan Street gets another undeserving shot at “my” title because she hasn't beaten anyone and you have beaten them all….. yada yada yada….

Shut the hell up!

I must admit Swani, like clockwork you never disappoint. The stagnant land we call SCW falls right back to my original thought, complacency. The greatest Women's "Black Swan" Champion continues her braggadocious psycho rants of victory and embarrassment. The "Creatures" have becomed accustomed to being lied to by the true sycophant known as The Black Swan. You see Bird up to this point you have lived the life of Lemony Snickets, a series of unfortunate events leading up to Under Attack. Your victory over me at Apocalypse was short lived because I planned it that way.

Did you think I was just going to accept it and move on? Let me ask you something Swani, did any of your prior opponents attack you, drug you and dye your hair blonde after they lost?

Didn’t think so.

SCW already punished me you dumb bitch by putting me in this match and having you WIN the most out of anyone if by some miracle you scored a pinfall. Now of course you claimed that my antics it had no effect yet you quickly dye your hair back. I never wanted to make you me and I never wanted to be you, a trifling, sniveling little bitch. The masses sing your praises, talking about how you "beat" Christy Matthews and Dylan Howell, how you responded to my makeover of you. Let’s be honest here Swani, I embarrassed the hell out of you.

It’s okay, you can be truthful here and there is nothing wrong with that. Again I will reiterate that those moments you lost you will never get back, only I know what happened while you were sleeping. How does that make you feel hmmmm?

The power I held over you and still hold over you, if you ignore it hopefully it goes away? Like the Boogeyman coming out of the closet, hide under the sheet and that stops him in his tracks and disappears? Sorry Swan, I'm not a bedtime story. I put you in a defenseless position, helpless to do anything. I want you to grasp that feeling because at Under Attack you will feel it again. Now you can cry all you want, sing your sonnet of disdain and injustice until we can no longer bear it but the fact is you are the one being protected. If you somehow get the pinfall on any of Foxx Global not only do you get an Underground Championship match but I can no longer challenge you for that Women’s “Black Swan” Championship. Again, who is the one protected my dear Swan?

Now birdie let’s rehash a little more shall we?

Swani, I didn’t stop there did I? The Dye job wasn’t enough as you almost became Chicken Soup for the Soul, nearly getting your head bashed in by Foxx Global until your “Tag Team Partner” showed up. Isn’t this just a Comedy of Errors? I mean you blast Steward for many things including being a blonde, yet you follow suit in naming the title after you much like Steward and then now you are teaming up with her after she practically saved your life?

Talk about fucking Irony.

Or maybe this was the plan all alone. Did your short time as a blonde make you “Wanna Have Fun”? Did your little Blonde escapade bring you and Katie closer together?

Well you know you two are going to die together so it’s fitting.

All of these events including spraying me so cowardly at Ammo when you refused to answer my call and instead hide from me when I came searching for you have led to Under Attack and I really do not give two shits what stipulations there are. You see Swani, you don’t get it and you never will. There is a reason behind the madness and you will soon learn that reason.

At Under Attack I get back what I lost.....

VICTORY.

That’s right Swani, you had your moment at Apocalypse, I made a mistake, I went to the “Well One Too Many Times”. We learn from our mistakes and I certainly have. This is now more than a match; this is more than just your Women’s “Black Swan” Championship that is on the line, this is more than just future Championship matches or lack there of, it's about REDEMPTION.

I want your belt for reasons other than just being Champion for you see Swani I will erase all excuses, I will erase all fallacy, I will erase all fault and all doubt!

For I will defeat YOU for that belt, NOT Mason, NOT Steward but YOU.

You said no more lies and bitch I am not lying when I say to you that there is one focus and that is your utter demise in that ring at Under Attack. I will rip you apart; I will show you that the games we play were only a teaser of things to come.

I am playing the game, the game I refused that you oh so wanted to and now you have, what do you do? You run from them now? How disappointing.

At Ammo you had your lick with your black vomit, at Breakdown you flew away like a frightened little birdie when the trick didn’t work again but at Under Attack you cannot hide behind Mason or Steward, they could be your meat shields, temporarily.

My hypocritical Bird, when the final bell rings, when the match is over the only excuse, the only doubt, the only fault will be of your own.

So comfortable in your birdcage aren't you my dear Swan? Rachel Foxx is the target? Good, over look me for what you have, I have proven I can find you anywhere, anytime and do as I will. The face of the Swan will freeze in pure horror when she realizes that not only did she fail in her attempts to grasp that which she so truly desired from Rachel Foxx but that she was beaten by the embarrassment she called Regan Street, failing her creatures, failing her Clown, her teammates and finally....

Herself.

At Apocalypse you created this monster…..

You unleashed “The Hellcat” and just like Dr. Frankenstein…..

The monster will destroy its creator.



Complacency is a bitch, it's time I shake things up.




I
AM
REGAN STREET

“THE HELLCAT”

#PluckTheBird













”There comes a time in your life when enough is enough. We can all look back at the choices we have made and learn from them or continue making the wrong ones. Champions are defined by the correction of their mistakes, I made one and now it’s time to erase it. See though it’s not just about winning a belt, it’s about so much more. I want to humiliate her, I want to destroy her very being and erase her from the annals of SCW. Legends die and legends are born and in her death I will be born to take the place that SCW has much needed, a true Champion not a fake, not a farce, not a caricature but a woman….The Woman’s Champion. Every absurdity has a champion to defend it; it’s time to end that absurdity.”
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OOC: The following takes place two days after Breakdown, when all the stipulations of this match were announced and confirmed.



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I could not have been followed.

That had become my mantra for the previous two hours that I had walked up and down the streets of Toronto, the words of that woman ringing in my mind.

Madison Rivers.

The supposed mother of Shilo Valiant. After our surprising acquaintance, or reacquaintance in her case, I had spent the last two days furiously trying to contact Shilo, had tried his cell, his house number. It was at this stage of time that the contemplation of driving to Brampton to find him crossed my mind, and though the absurdity quickly dismissed the notion, it did not remove my need for confirmation.

Shilo would be able to say if Madison was his mother or not and if all she had said was true. Despite the claims and declarations from SCW's announcing team of being the "lover of Shilo Valiant", I didn't trust the fickle minds of those fools, spewing whatever they could to amass support from the attendees of our shows.

Shows... Under Attack was a few days, but I could not allow myself to consider the new developments that had arisen since Breakdown. To do so would only distract me and unlock a further rampage of vile thoughts of truth that would ultimately result in my failing to acquire my objective today.

Quietly, taking one last look around from where I stood, I ducked into the alley, my eyes scanning around the area. It looked old and abandoned, the garbage and crumpled leaves adding to the colors of graffiti, I was instantly surprised that the criminal life weren't waiting for me. Quickly pulling out the envelope, the smooth paper was flipped over to expose the side I desired to inspect.

Madison had given me the envelope before departing from the coffee shop in our previous encounter. However, it was what she had done on the envelope that brought me. Upon viewing it at home, it was clear that she had written on it, or, to be more precise, had written a note on paper overtop of it, and rather hardly as well. After spending an hour scribbling over the envelope with a pencil, I could only make a few words. As I looked carefully at the paper, I saw them again: Gone, Friend, Jack Cooper.

It was a vague letter at best, though if Madison had been telling the truth about this "underground world", which was sounding more and more like bad fan-fiction, and if I was right and she couldn't bring me there because it would danger others including her, which meant she lived down there, than Jack Cooper was possibly-

Marina

Jack Cooper Lane.

One of the many places that was part of "Graffiti Alley", where tours would be held all the time for people to view the artistry of the city, though I'm certain my father would have called "filth by the urban degenerates".

A small laugh escaped me as I looked around the long alley. There existed no possibility, as far as I could tell that Madison would ever want to meet someone from here in this place. Not with the risk of gangs or people that would cause trouble. Middle of the day, I was rather fortunate, but Madison had left the coffee-shop during the near-evening. What other possibility was there except that she knew the alley well, but what good would that do when it didn't have any stores or houses on the side, just walls and a few side-doors to businesses. Or maybe an entrance to an underground world?

It was a long shot, I realized, and probably something that would make me feel far more foolish than believing this story in the first place, however, curiosity was getting the better of me, and whether Madison had been lying to me or telling the truth, I had to know. Cause if she was telling the truth, it meant-


That he loves me.

Which seemed to be the sole driving force over the last two days, diminishing my frustration in SCW and at Regan Street and her little team.

My feet kept moving, trying to see if anything looked like an underground entrance, though I was not so naive to think that there would exist a sign with neon-light that illuminated the message, "Marina. Enter this way, your answers are here."

Still, was it bad to hope for such a message?

Looking around, my eyes scanned all the messages on the walls. Some were pictures of cartoons, others stabs against establishment, though not as vernacularly gifted as mine had been against the SCW board. More still were just arrows and as I reached half-way through the alley, my eyes settled on strange door. No strange for it's lack of color or paint, but rather the image that was it. The door was gray and metallic and, considering its condition as it appeared before me, rather old. Yet I could not stop looking at the painted crowned skull that stared back at me, its eyeless sockets and toothy "grin". The white and red colors, coped with green, were rather difficult to look away from and, despite myself, I found my hand grasping the door and pulling. It did not give.

Casting my eyes downward to discover a reason, a clean, brand-new lock greeted my vision. That was weird. Why would a rusty door have a new lock?

Stop thinking along such lines, Marina! Do you realize what you are considering? Breaking and entering! In case no one's told you, that's against the law!

And while my brain had a very solid argument, I had one a bit more convincing.


Got to know.

Argument won, I admitted as I looked around the ground before my eyes settled on a nearby trash can, bend and gnarled. Grasping it, my hands tilted it down, emptying its contents onto the ground, though I decided not to investigate what those contents may be. Lifting the can up, I brought it down fierce onto the lock. The metal shook in my hands but nothing else changed. Again, I tried to strike the lock and it snapped in two this time. Quickly tossing the can aside, my fingers gripped the handle and pulled, not wanting to hesitate of fear of changing my mind.

The door creaked and moaned under the pressure and what appeared before me were a set of stairs leading down; a very long way down.

Marina

Gods. It's true.

Quickly reaching into my coat pocket, my hands fumbled out my flashlight, spreading the white across the area in front of me. Slowly, I willed my lungs to function and supply me the air I needed before stepping down the stairs.

The door remained opened and it suddenly dawned on me that whomever was using that exit had obviously remained on the surface today, or else who had locked the padlock in the first place?

Perhaps that was part of the whole danger Madison had told me, the reminder promptly forcing me to turn around and close the door behind me before continuing down the stairs. One thing I refused to be responsible for was if someone got in trouble from me snooping around.

My feet continued to move and my eyes scanned the walls as they slowly turned from stone to dirt, then back to stone, then dirt in a constant interchange of creation. The tunnels were amazing! There were no words to describe how I felt, other than...

Like a fairytale...

It sounded so cliche to me and I knew I would never say such things up there, but down here, it sounded far more true than any other analogy of words. Down further and further I ventured, no longer worried for time or getting lost, though looking back, I should have been far more worried about such concerns of a valid nature.

Okay, think, Marina. So, there's a secret underground world here. It's filled with people and you use to live down here. Brilliant... And oh, here is the real treat: turns out the masked man that you've been curiously enamored with was quite possibly your boyfriend. Isn't that something special?

My hand trailed along the cave wall, putting every crevice and bump and scar in stone to memory. It seemed familiar in an odd way, like I could recall touching this wall.

Marina
My memories...

I did not wish to get my hopes up, but I could not deny the stirring in my mind as it tried to piece all this together, prying things apart and shaping truth from what I was seeing. If I had lived here, as Madison had said, then why was I living with Jack and Angela Trent? I had lived above with them all my life, hadn’t I? Madison had revealed otherwise...

Had been lying to me then? My own family lying to me about my entire upbringing--my life. There was no reason why they may have. Was there? Maybe it was just something to protect me, but I found myself caring less and less the more I transversed down the pathways, turning wherever I felt to turn. I was lost now, though I felt little fear. Startling me was the truth that I cared more about staying down here and being lost in a place that very possibly was at one point my home then being up there and wondering if I were living a lie.

Another turn, gods--there were many.

However, I could not find any people down here. Madison had said there were others here besides her-

My eyes spotted the trail of lights hanging above the nearby tunnel and I quickly ran to it, my fingers flicking off the flashlight as I did so. Electricity? Down underground. Heavens, it had to be true. People were down here?

My feet moved faster, following the stream of lights as they moved inward further and further, reaching out into other tunnels with-

??
Excuse me? Are you lost?

I turned towards the voice, expecting fight or flight to take over. The sight of the child before me, however, quelled that response. She was small, though I imagined she was in her teenage years, her hair as dark as mine was.

Marina

Ummm, no, little one, I'm just looking for someone that-

??

Mommy?

My heart skipped a beat and I was sure I would keel over to the floor. Slowly, my hand lifted the flashlight to my face, turning the small thing back on once more to illuminate it for the girl.

Marina

I'm sorry, I think-

"You have the wrong person" was what I wanted to say, despite how the possibility that it would upset the girl, but the teenager acted fasted than I could speak, for she raced towards me, throwing her arms around me, her arms embracing me with such a strength, I feared the air being driven permanently out of my lungs.

??
You came back! I knew you would!

Slowly, she released me, looking up at me with a wonder that I wished to the gods I could emulate, but I was still in more shock than fear as I lowered to a knee to look at her. There was no possibility I could be her mother. She looked nothing like me. Her eyes and hair were a different shade and there was not a trace of anything family about her. Madison had had Shilo's eyes, but this poor thing had nothing related to me or Madison. However, it could not be denied that this child knew me, or thought I was someone else entirely. The least I could do is make sure she made it back to her real family or perhaps to Madison if she was here.

Marina
Listen, my dear, how did you know I would come back?

Child
Grandma told me.

Marina
Your grandmother? Is she here too?

Child
Yes, her and Grandpa Spider.

Marina

Grandpa Spider?

Child
Yes. We were playing Graveyard. Grandma always wins though.

Marina
What's graveyard?

Child

Seriously? Did you hit your head or something, mom?

Marina

I've-

My mind scanned furiously for an answer, one that wouldn't be a terrible lie to this girl.

Marina
Had a rough few months.

Child

Touring all over with SCW?

Marina

You know about SCW?

Child
Yeah, what's the matter with you? Did that girl fry your braincells when she bleached your hair too?

Marina
Pardon? You watch your tone, young lady.

My eyes widened for the briefest of seconds before turning away. Why had I said such a thing to this sweet girl? Yes, she was being rude, but that was not my place to scold her. Was it?

Child

Sorry, mom. So...

The teenager looked around the tunnels for a moment, her adorable awkwardness matching my less adorable awkwardness.

Child
You staying here long?

Marina
I'm afraid not.

Child
Oh, why not? I'm sure Granny Madi would love to say "told you so" to Spider.

Marina

Madi? As in Madison?

Child

Yeah...

The child's confusion at my inquiries no longer slowed down the logic in my head. If this child was the grandchild of Madison and Spider, then it was very possible that she was Shilo's daughter, or at least related to him in some way. And with her referring to me as her mother.

Oh, gods.

Marina
Do you know my real name?

Child

Is this a trick question?

Marina

No, I promise you won't get in trouble of you call me that this one time.

Child

Okay. Your name is Marina.

Marina

And your father's name?

Child

Shilo.

Marina
Oh my god...

The breath escaped me and my hands fell to floor, meeting the cold stone there as the world spun around me. My head ached and something came through. A name, albeit a strange one. I could not open my eyes, of fear of passing out.

Child
Are you alright?

Slowly, I forced my eyes open to see the teenager holding my arms with her smaller hands.

Marina
Gwynplaine?

Gwynplaine

Yeah, it's me. Hold on, I'll get grandma. I'm sure she's here somewhere.

The girl was up and out of my arms in a second, scampering into another tunnel before I could get to my feet and cry out.

Marina

No, Gwynplaine, wait!

I took a step to go after her, but I felt a pressure on my wrist keeping me in place. That pressure pulled my arm, spinning me around to see, under the lights on the ceiling, the grinning mask I knew so well.

Marina
You. And I.

He said not a word but turned on the spot, yanking my arm with him. I tried to protest but my voice could no longer make a sound. I tried to fight him but he had far more strength and I could sense the rage and anger rolling from his form, all his strength preventing him from hurting more than he was. As I felt the steps under my feet, I saw the light of the door I had broken into. With a pull, my masked friend and, I admitted to it now, former lover tossed me out back into Cooper Lane. Quickly, I turned around in time to see his "grinning face" as he slammed the door shut and I heard the locking mechanisms on the other side.

Marina

Shilo? Shilo!?

It took me a moment to realise he had blockaded me from the entrance and I let my voice ring out, it returning in full force.

Marina

I remember her! She's our daughter, Shilo! Our daughter!

I angrily kicked at the door. My daughter--I remembered her! My throat ached and croaked as I kicked the door again. Silence was the response and slowly, I collapsed to my knees, the concrete hitting them rather painfully, though I didn't notice it. My body wouldn't stop shaking, and I felt the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

My family, my daughter, and my lover were all down there. I had what my "Trent" family said I never had.

Or rather, I had had.

Suddenly, Shilo's words of the past echoed in my mind.

"Sometimes it's better not to know... Of course you don't want to know the truth."

He had been right then. He wasn't right now. I still wanted to know. I still needed to know.

And if that made Jack and Angela Trent my enemy, then so be it.

I'll be back for you, Gwyn. I promise.

It was a promise that I would not be forgetting any time soon.



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The camera catches all that is framed before it. Every surface and detail glimmers and there are no deceits, nor do there exist delusions of truth. What you see is a truth reflected in the visual form, articulated through the elegance of beauty and grace to shatter other forms of art meant to deceive, manipulate, and destroy.

Such an art of destruction is the work of Supreme Championship Wrestling, or rather it's Board of Directors, like a nefarious bedlam of cretins on a side of the chess board. On the other is the voice of reason and of strength. She speaks of her struggles and against the bias politics in order to claim checkmate and the survival of entertainment and those like her.

One cannot stress the vitalness of this, the two sides within this battle. The white of the Board, proclaiming to be "pure and clean" and with its universe's well-being in mind. The black of the woman who screams out that their "white sheep" be transformed to "black wolves" to tear the truth from SCW's cold, broken lips.

Is such allegories and imagery too much for one to understand? Than perhaps such people must turn away from the sight of what is to come, as the camera, as it has been said, captures all that is placed before it and what will soon come.

And what we see, in all it can be, is an impasse. To be more specific, it is a blockage. For one woman standing among the forest, walking its path from the beautiful Swan Lake, she observes the path she has walked and sees the path before her obscured by the wall of trees and cement, thrown together in haste to create a makeshift wall. The nails driven into parts of the wood, the poor cutting of the bark and the cement dumped all over the area to try and keep it together. It stands tall, this rushed object of arts and crafts, and it serves its purpose. It is meant to distract; to deter. As well, it is meant to obstruct.

I spoke of there needing to be a miracle done to change my thoughts. That there had to be something great done to alter the course that I had set for myself in the task that was before me.

As the camera slowly retracts, backing away from the object of its focus, the back of a familiar woman, her identity known by all, is seen in the familiar black gown and cape, the winds plucking up pieces of the cloth to gently lift them for a moment. The traveler merely observes the path before her and what stands between her and it's continued travel.


Perhaps, then, this can be attributed to my assumptions. That it is my fault this disgusting product lies before me. And-

Her words are interrupted. Yet, it is not the sound of nature crying out for justice, nor is it the symphony of the night, singing its tunes of prophecy of victory for the Black Swan. Rather, what fills the night is a high-pitched laughter and it is quickly heard by Marina Trent. Casting her eyes upward, she sees the architect of this creation. It is a foul creature of black fur, though it cannot be any more different than the Black Swan. In it's paws, as it stands looking down at the traveling woman, is a simple, thick hammer, the tip of one hand covered in concrete and some grass and stains of wood. This vermin continues its merry laugh as it dances along the dam-like structure.

Ha ha! Can't get me! Ha ha! Trapped are you!

What a sly fox this creature is, for it has effectively sealed off the path Marina Trent had hoped to travel down to reach the location of her greatest attack. The section of this world she had yearned to conquer. The Underground, by name, seemed now beyond her reach with this new development. At least, this was what the happy fox believed as she danced atop of the logs, sticking its tongue out in mockery of her supposed "adverted" adversary.

How funny you are.

The voice is only a whisper, unheard by the fox, as the women's champion turns her back, walking down the path she had came, leaving the creature to its celebrations.

There is indeed a change that has occurred in the path I walk, and I do consider my dares to SCW to be the catalyst of it. I dared the board of fat-cats to give me all they had. I dared that a miracle be done to save Rachel, the Underground champion, from being my sole focus and target of my anger and wrath. All the hardships that I had endured, all the pain, the humiliation would have been on her, and it would have torn her to pieces. What a joy that would have been. I dared the powers that be to alter it and save their precious champion on this night.

So they have.


With a bigger step, Marina steps over the decaying mess on the ground. It appears to be snarling, like many bears do, and it seemed to have been a big bear, based upon the size of what is left of it.

It was a familiar story to all that see this carcass. The bear had stood to protect the fox with its growling and stomping. It was a simpler creature than the fox, postulating with short words but loud ones. Roar and growl like it had to the star above it. Curse those above it on and on. It thought it could take on a smaller creature, but like many bears, all the Black Swan had to do was reveal it's true self and desire to fight and the bear lost its bite.

To proclaim was one thing, to defend was another. It failed and fell and was now a reminder of what Marina had conquered as she stepped over it, an easier task than the first time it happened.

For now, the Board of Directors has indeed given me something to worry about. Crafted the match differently, with less than five days till it must occur. Another change, another "oh one more thing" from the Board as if they are clever.

There is no denying their involvement. The fox Marina had seen was an old enemy of hers and had threatened to come into her lake on more than one occasion but had only once followed through. It had not done so again and had stayed out of Trent's way. She knew this fox and knew that it had been too simple a creature to build such a blockade. The ebony fox had, no doubt, received help in procuring the tools and the materials needed to build, not to mention the manpower to build it so quickly and in such haste. No doubt there was more on the fox's side to aid her in trying to hide from the Black Swan.

As quickly as the match was announced, it was again altered. Now, they seek to continue the equation, this higher power of felines. Now, there is more reason to distrust others within my makeshift "team". Prizes have been given out to the one that strikes the killing blow to reap the rewards of this rushed battle.

A "special" prize for each person. It could be the spoils of war, like gold. It could be the claims of a contract or deed, the rights to a land or property, or perhaps something as simple as banishment. Every person that has been brought here has a special prize.

And how does this further handicap me? This blockade? Simple.


There is a sound of screaming coming from beyond the woods, though it takes very little to know what it is. A rival clan, located somewhere in the north, between the "Ruling Kingdom" and the "United Society" of middle-folk beyond the Lake that Marina occupied.

In-between those two lands, the roars are coming loudly. Two families, the rising power of the "self-proclaimed" royals and the Masonry clan of builders and mixers, a family responsible for aiding power by building the foundations for those in power yet achieving none of their own. Those two clans' shouts are heard within the woods Marina walks, confirming their preparing and traveling to her desired location as well. The Underground... Whether both would make it that far remained to be seen, as Marina had no faith in either clan to be anything more than a diversion to the path she was forced to walk now.

The prizes of each member do not measure. One one hand, should Regan make the pin, she wins the championship. A title in the company of "Foxx Global" or whatever they wish to describe their little club is far more important that any "promised match of the future".

The prize is far too large to ignore for any and it will be clear that Rachel will happily aid her blonde creation of weakness to a victory, for she has never done so on her own. Then you have my team, comprised of a man wanting to win to achieve a title acquirement, the first of his sorry career, and a woman that is too afraid to face her demons on her own and will use any excuse to run away from it, including pinning someone else. Such is the two clans of royalty and masonry. Where those that wait for us will happily share the reward, the three of us will not.


Stopping for a moment, the Women's Champion regards where she is. It is the fork in the road she had crossed not too long ago. Straight ahead is the path from whence she had originally came, inexorably leading back to the safe haven of Swan Lake.

How easy would it be to simply go back? I truly have nothing special to gain from this match anymore. Could I spare my dreams long enough to aid another to get the championship that I have worked to crave? Could I swallow my pride and spit on it a second latter to give the masonry their "sought after" gold? They have failed battle after battle against so many others.

They are at their most desperate, rushing and fumbling over themselves. They would fumble on me if I was not careful in this battle. Can I risk them tripping and accidentally pressing the sharp blade of a sword through my organs or trapping me in their thick cement and dead-weight stones? Can I risk that?


Clearly, the Black Swan seems rather deep in her thoughts, the sound of the wind hinting at its actions in pushing the clouds around the sky, forming them into shapes of fancy for its amusement.

I cannot.

Is all she can say as her eyes are then downcast to another nearby carcass, the vultures picking away at it. The bony corpse is that of a tiger, with much claw and bite within her. She roared of many tales and many dreams and yet, ultimately, as the bear had, though she was feared far more by many, she fell to the Black Swan from intelligence and elegance.

Power is not enough. Words are not enough. One cannot be great be simply speaking greatly. One cannot be powerful simply by being loud. It must be the fusion of it. Power and words, forged from intelligence, to create the metal that is unbreakable, yet malleable enough to bend and adapt the situations before it.

I thought a clan like the Masonry would understand that. Yet clearly, they see only outwards, beyond their structures instead of inward. They do not see how weak their walls really are. How they have not reinforced them with experience or simple strategy. They merely rush in, hoping it is enough. Like the tiger.


With an angry kick, the Mistress of the Mist shifts the tiger's body out of the way, which earns a yelp of discontent from the vultures before they continue feasting in delight. Unfettered, Marina turns right, onto the third trail before her, leading to a nearby cave. her feet sound off in crunches from the branches beneath her.

To surrender is to give in. To rush in is to be the fool. To simply rant is to reveal weakness.

Yet that is what the powers have done. They have surrendered their subtly and given in to simply stating their intent to target me, and only I, with such impossible standards. They have rushed this match in, proving their foolishness, to try and scare me; to confuse me. They seek every possible advantage, and then they have the ranting-


As Marina's hand touches the side of the cold cave as she enters, she is immediately assailed with the sound of high-pitched warbling. This is beyond the sound of the fox, as it is far more annoying and shrilling. Shaking her head, the Black Swan moves further into the cave, easily spotting the light ahead at the exit as she moves up towards it.

The rantings that have not ceased for months. Words of crying and whining. Words that have been given reward for failure.

As Marina comes out from the under-passage of the cave, she stands at an outlet of the mountain she was traveling within. The outlet stretches it's bit of land across to another part of the mountain and another cave, though there is a length drop below it, the air the only thing between the passage, the tops of the trees, and the rocks below. But that is not what has the attention of the Mistress of the Mist. For before her, standing on the bridge is the familiar sight of gold, the source of all the squawking and chirping for months.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Ah, it is you again, golden finch. I knew I would have to run into you again. I must admit, you have gotten considerably larger since last we met.

True to Marina's words, the finch standing before her is of a larger stature than previously viewed, standing almost as tall as the Black Swan is. Kicking its feet under it, the golden-bird continues to speak, as best it can.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Are you a parrot now, Street? Did you learn that little tactic from Madelyne? When she couldn't take the title from me, she kept crying that same word. I guess if it worked in getting her another match, naturally you assume it will work for you.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Yes, you said that already, and I am sure you will say it again. I suppose you knew I'd be going this way after you helped the fox build that little blockade back there, didn't you?

The golden finch's only response is a smile as it puffs its chest out, with all the airs of confidence.

Yes, that was indeed a great little prank you played on me. Like when you dyed my hair like your feathers?

The finch's smile is replaced with a chirpy laugh, which reverberates along the stony walls of the mountains.

Or when you send your friends, the fox and the hound, to attack me for you?

More laughter permeates from the finch, it's form shaking with unbridled mirth.

Then how you must have felt when you evaded my Nocturnal Mist last Breakdown.

The finch is shaking now with its merriment! The golden wings belong to it flap, kicking some dirt from under it as it continues laughing at the woman before it, shaking its head in unbridled humor.

You have had your fill of fun, haven't you, little finch, at my expense? All to get me to notice you and to get what you want? Well, congratulations.

Lifting her arms, Marina then places them to her side as the finch slowly ceases its laughing to regard Trent, though its smile does not diminish.

You might say your feeders and owners have managed to kill two birds with one stone.

The phrasing of such a statement is lost to the finch, who merely shakes its head.

Gimme. Gimme-
Gimme, yes, we are all aware. I heard you the moment I entered the cave. Have you nothing else to offer other than these jokes and lines of yours? Why do you think no one's granted you that "one-on-one" match against me?

GIM-

It's because you've done nothing to earn it! Look at you. Before me, you were fighting rookies and people that could barely last a match. Then you face me and suddenly, you lose. Instead of learning from it, like I did when I first lost that championship, you ran back to facing rookies like Rylee and Godwin. Back to where you were safe.

You didn't want to lose again, so you hid, just like you've hidden by that hawk of yours, Trinity, and the hound, Brittany, and the fox, Rachel. Always hiding, always refusing to stand your ground against me. It always had to be in numbers. Always with a trick or friend ready to attack behind.

Never before me. Never true. That's why I've disregarded you, Regan, because deep down, I know you can't do it on your own. When it comes down to the proverbial chips being placed on the table, I know that you will do anything to, like Madelyne, to get what you want. Forget talent and ability that you "think" you have, as long as you get what you want. What good is that? Tell me?


Bet- Bet- BETTER! GIMME!

Better? Is that what you said? Better? Is that what you intend to prove to the world? Is that it? That you're better? Let me explain this to you, I didn't get "better" by using a massive ambush night in and night out, nor did I get better by simply haunting the champion and drugging them. I became better by training for months and then beating Syren in that match years ago. Months of training and then facing her at her best and even she couldn't beat me on her own.

That situation has never happened again, she has made sure of that. I then defeated MacTaggart and what happened then? Did I attack from behind? Did I get a group to do the job? Or did I do it on my own in the middle of the ring?


There is a moment of silence where neither bird speaks, though the shouts of the clans remain as they draw closer, taking their own journey to the underground.

Maybe, the reason you've had to drug me, abduct me, assault me, and then get your fellow cretins to join is because you know that you cannot beat me.

The finch gives no words, but squawks in rebuttal.

Well what else is it? All you've done for weeks is come out with others! after my matches, backstage. All you've ever done is need someone else. Without Madelyne, you lost, so you ran to Rachel!

Gimme! SQUAWK! Gimme!

You just don't get it, do you, Regan? It still hasn't grasped your mind how truly alone you still are now.

For a moment, the finch is stunned to silence, though the Women's Champion is not.

Think of it. All you have to do is pin one of three people to win this match. One person and you're the women's champion. Well, the one holding the title, I suppose.

Gimme-

But can you? You've never pinned or beaten Katie Steward, have you?

Katie-short-gimme-no-shesaid-

The finch continues to release a string of words associated with comparisons between itself and the leader of the royalty clan. The words are jumbled and some hold no sense or meaning but the finch fails to cease.

Nor have you really beaten Blake Mason in recent history, have you?

The answer is an even longer slew of slurring sentences, with phrasing such as "burnt out", "shadow of a 13", those relating to preceding words heralded from the Black Swan herself. As its continues its listing, twisting its head this way and that to make its points, the finch is completely unaware that Marina has begun moving across the bridge, closer to the golden bird.

And then add on to the truth that you've never, ever, beaten me.

The Black Swan is no more than ten feet from the finch, starring down at the smaller bird. Upon that statement, the finch rails in protest, proclaiming words that ring throughout the natural towers of rock and stone.

PLUCK THE BIRD! PLUCK THE BIRD! PLUCK THE BIRD!

Yes, but which bird, Regan? The Black Swan you cannot defeat? Or the golden finch that I've never lost to? Which one? Because in order to pluck me, you have to stop me from returning. And to do that, you have to pin me. Not Katie, not Mason. You need to pin me. Cause if you don't, then you just prove me right, you prove the world right and that is, deep down, you failed again to "pluck the bird" and that you are not only a failure as a women's wrestler, but a failure as a woman. Cause if you need to pin Mason to win MY title, then all you've done is just beat another worthless star and proven that you are the board's little caged pet.

Neither bird looks away or stands down from the other.

You take my title by pinning them, and all you do is just steal. Just like Madelyne.

That how you want to be remembered, Regan? You're already a druggie, a kidnapper and an assailant, you want thief to be placed on that career too? On your first title win? For there to be an asterisk there that says "Won the title by 'special circumstances'"? For that to follow you the rest of your career? That you were handed it?

After proclaiming for months how you "worked through the pain and the agony and were handed nothing", is that what you want to tell the world? That it was all a lie? That I was right?

Or do you want to prove your the Women's Champion and pin me? Beat me for the first time in your career and be given the SCW's Women's Championship. For the records to say "pinned Marina Trent"?


You-Gimme-GIMME!

The champion only smiles at her adversarial bird.

Yes, I thought as much. Your ego won't allow you to show the world the kind of coward you truly are. Nothing is more important than people seeing you as a "victim". After all this time, you're still playing the "princess" role and that will always be more important than being the Women's Champion.

That will always be what separates me from you, aside from my talent, naturally. You will never relinquish your need to be seen as the underdog in this business. You will never be admit to what you are, finch. That there is a true streak of yellow running down your back. The Board has given you every advantage, yet your ego and need for the title as well as their constant approval of you is what is going to stop you.

You'll aim for me, to pin me, because you cannot help it. Because you know that what I said was true. You won't be able to help it. You'll stop Rachel from making a pin. You'll kick Brittany if she has a submission locked in. Be it on Katie or Mason. You'll turn on them and stop them in a second to get the win but only if you can pin me. That's it.

You, against them, against us.


Slowly, Marina opens her hands, revealing the two sides of the equation of reality of Under Attack.

You're alone, Regan. Left to do what you've never done. And to stop you, all I have to do is keep you from making a pin, which is something five other people will be happy to assist me in. You see? To do what you need to do, you have to do the impossible, and hope that they won't stop you. To do what I need to do, all I have to do is stop you from making the pin.

Slowly, a smile creeps upon the muscles of the mouth of the Black Swan before she closes her palms together, her eyes locked on the finch, who is far less happy then previously.

But I'm more interested in what I want to do.

Instantly, the golden finch's head snaps up to look at the crouching Trent.

I will not hide it, Regan. The odds have swung back into my favor. Before, they were yours, but now? Your allies have become my friends in saving my title from you. But those allies will also further be of use to me. While you're trying to do the impossible, I could care less about it. I don't need to pin you, I've already done that. I don't need to pin Brittany Lohan, I've already done that. I don't need to beat Rachel, I've already beaten her.

You-SQUAWK!-NEVER BEAT-

I said 'beaten', Street. Beaten. As in drove a sledgehammer into her ribs, which made her never want to challenge me again till this point in time. Or have you forgotten that wall you helped her build to protect her.

There is a moment of growing realization and dawning horror that comes across the golden-bird before it is Marina's turn to release a laugh that rings through the mountains and startles the little finch.

Yes, Regan, by having this set of "conditions" tossed on in haste, the board has placed my sights specifically off Rachel-

Slowly, the smile grows more sinister on the Black Swan's white demeanor.

And onto you. And unlike you, this is now game that I am very familiar at playing. Who was it that ended Syren's four-hundred plus day reign?

No answer emits from the finch.

And who was that drove the same woman out of the Women's Division, where she has never returned?

Further silence, the finch cannot dare speak an answer.

And who was it that drove your former friend, Madelyne, out of SCW because she couldn't beat me one-on-one once?

Slowly, the muscles within the finch's neck constrict and shift, allowing the bird to gulp, though it tries desperately to hide it. Such small things, however, are not unnoticed by a veteran like Marina.

The same person that has spent this past time not hiding in numbers or winning against rookies, but defeating former World Champions and number one contenders for titles. Me, Regan. Me.

At Under Attack, what was once the most intimidating match and disadvantaged one for me, I've realized, has become the most comfortable place I could be. To do what I desire, all I have to do is pin one of three people whom I've already beaten or destroyed. To do what I am the best at, banishing woman from MY division, all I have to do is be the one that's pins you, Rachel, or Brittany. And wouldn't you know it, pinning people has become something I'm rather good at too.


The truth is laid bare before the two birds on this bridge. To banish Regan, Marina only has to pin one of three women that have never out-shined her, two that have never pinned her, while Regan, to truly win, must do what she's never done.

The reality of this, coupled with the reality of where Regan Street truly stands, truly alone, forces the finch to slowly back away, walking behind itself to get some distance from Marina.

The way the truth is, Regan, with your "advantages" revealed as your "disadvantage" I suggest you depart back to your group in the underground and try and change this back to your favor. Or...

Standing to her full height, the women's champion holds her hands up and to the side as if in a welcome.

You and I can settle this on our own, like we did at Apocalypse.

There is a moment of silence as the golden finch looks behind itself, then back at Marina, then behind again, before releasing a loud "squawk" before taking flight, leaving Marina Trent on the bridge where she stands and the other side, and also pathway to the Underground, before her.

Watching the finch dash away in haste, all the Black Swan can do is shake her head in dismay.

I thought so. Here or there. Either way...

The last of the truth leaves Marina's lips as she crosses the bridge.

You lose.

Before entering the cave, continuing her journey, now undeterred, certain that, come hell or high water, there would be two absolute truths.

One; that she would still be the Women's Champion when it was all said and done and secondly; one way or another, she would be free of Regan Street.

The rest could fall where it may on the battlefield of the Underground.

Carpe Noctem.


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Hellcat: A woman regarded as bad-tempered and evil; a spiteful fierce-tempered woman; A woman who torments others.








”I hate advantages, I might be a bitch but I don’t want any asterisks next to my Championship Reigns. I believe in a contest of one on one with the champ, I lost my first attempt but I knew there would be more. Am I supposed to just give up because I lost ONE match? I have beaten everyone put against me and yes even former champions contrary to what The Bird would like you to believe. That will also be true at Under Attack. To be the Champion, you have to beat the Champion and that’s what I fully intend to do. No asterisks, no excuses, no complaints. We are not going to talk about “Conspiracy Theories”, we are not going to scream foul because after the bell rings I will not give you a reason to. People that make excuses are seldom good at anything else.”









The Masquerade
Beverly Hills Hotel
Grand Ballroom
Beverly Hills, CA.
10/26/12
8:00 PM




I have always liked the historic Beverly Hills Hotel; the Grand Ballroom is absolutely amazing. Masquerade’s are always fun and when Rachel (Foxx) invited me I was ecstatic because simply put I don’t go to too many of these. I dressed in a cat like suit, I mean come on I’m the Hellcat so at least I have to resemble one for just this night. It’s black, white and silver, my mask with the whiskers and ears covers the top half of my face, I glossed my lips black to go with the costume…..

The cat face mask suits me perfectly with my blonde hair straightened hangs down, the boots, dress and top blend well with my fingerless lace gloves….

I look awesome and yes I will toot my own horn. My date is Dawn Lohan, the little sister of Brittany Lohan and a woman I am falling for which scares the hell out of me. Yes I am a bi-sexual, I have been since my late teens and I have had mostly flings, a girl has her needs but in this case it’s different, she puts up with my shit and that in itself truly speaks volumes. She is dressed in a beautiful pink and black dress, her mask also covers the top half of her face but it comes with feathers so it’s a pretty big piece….

We arrive at the Ball, many people from Foxx are there mingling along with important community figures from the Los Angeles area and surrounding counties, the room is stunning, the décor once again had no expense as Rachel out did herself……



Dawn:”This is amazing Regan.”


She speaks like a child at Christmas ready to open her gifts, she’s cute as we hold hands and sift through the crowd, crystal Champagne glasses, the china and finally the centerpieces made of exotic flowers screams tens of thousands of dollars…..

Yes Rachel Foxx, you do have class.



Regan:”I told you. Now we are here to have fun, to mingle and to drink. No talk about wrestling, The Bird or anything else. Only us, your sister and Rachel okay?”


A warm smile comes across Dawn’s face, for the first time in a long time she seems happy, this is an escape from reality because we don’t have to be us. This is a charade and unlike certain wrestlers in SCW we don’t have to hide who we are behind a mask or paint, we tonight can role play and there is nothing wrong…..

With having a little fun doing it…..

Dawn nods and slowly kisses me on the lips, she feels comfortable showing her affection in public, I’m caught a bit off-guard but I cannot fight her tender lips as I kiss her back gently….



Brittany:”I knew it was you two.”


Great timing Britt…..


Regan:”Britt?”


Even though you can spot Brittany Lohan in a crowd of a thousand easily with a body like hers I still had to ask. Her full mask was that of a skull warrior’s with red battle stripes down the eyes into the cheeks, pretty damn intimidating if you ask me, she should wear that to the ring…..

She lifts up her mask and smirks…..



Britt:”Love the costume Regan, hang on to this one little sister, she is a Hellcat and a sexy one at that.”

Dawn:”I plan to.”


I think I’ll just keep my mouth shut in this subject matter; I don’t want to make things too awkward….

After seeing Britt I have to admit something has been bothering me the last few days, besides Blake Mason becoming a complete two faced jerk, besides Dawn being threatened there was this feeling that Britt is being not only being a bit dishonest with me and Rachel but that her own agenda might actually take precedence over what we call “The Greater Good” i.e. Foxx Global for you idiots that pay no attention….

I stated on Twitter yesterday that we needed to talk but I can’t do it here, not in front of Dawn, no way. I don’t want to walk into this match at Under Attack questioning not only my partners but my sisters in arms, what we like to call ourselves, Hell’s Belles.

This thing with Harmony Fisher has me concerned. I get love, lust whatever the Hell that is supposed to be but Britt has to stay focused, if she doesn’t this will never work and I won’t let that happen. It’s not Fisher the person, it’s what she represents between Britt and Rachel…

How can you choose her over Rachel?

Speaking of Rachel…..I have to ask and save our talk for later.



Regan:”Where’s Rachel?”

Rachel:”Right behind you beautiful.”


I slowly turn to see Rachel dressed in an all-black with silver undertones dress that opens at the bottom, her half mask that curls upward on the right side like shooting stars only shows her lips, her eyes catch the light from the chandeliers…..

She is elegant and beautiful as always…..

Dangerously elegant.

She moves her hand fan up and down, smiling while doing it, she leans forward and kisses me on both cheeks….



Rachel:”I am so glad you could make it. We were waiting for you so we could have a drink and dance together, all of us. Hello Dawn.”

Dawn:”Hello Ms. Foxx.”


Dawn is respectful of Rachel, she is always a respectful young woman, something I admire, I don’t respect many people and I talk down to almost all, bad habit? Maybe but it’s me, don’t like it? Don’t care.

Rachel takes Brittany’s arm as they head to the dance floor, Dawn and I follow…..

On the way there we are introduced to many important figures in the Los Angeles community including the Mayor, his wife and others. Rachel knows many and unlike me I have never taken the time to get to know powerful people, I don’t put on a good poker face. I don’t play the politics well, if I don’t like you, if I think you smell, if you have a booger hanging out of your hairy nostril I’ll tell you, you want someone to sugarcoat? Don’t come to me, buy a dog.

We follow Rachel on the dance floor and begin to dance to Toccata & Fugue in D Minor by Bach, don’t ask me how I know that, I just do. Dawn and I begin to dance, it feels good to get away from the normal grind knowing that in just a few days Under Attack will be upon us and I will team with my sisters in arms with huge stakes on the line….

The Women’s “Black Swan” Championship.

It is my chance at redemption, a chance I will not pass up but for now I am concentrating on one thing, the beautiful face of Dawn Lohan…..



Dawn:”Thank you for bringing me, I feel good, I needed this and I want to see you happy.”

Regan:”I know what you are going to say next so save it, I told you no wrestling talk tonight, it is about us and only us. We enjoy ourselves and dance the night away.”

Dawn:”Yes ma’am.”


She rests her head on my chest, my heart beats for her, I can feel her warmth against my body as I kiss her hand, she looks up at me and smiles…..

I smile back to comfort her and let her know that everything is going to be just fine. She is my support, my rock and as much as I hate leaning on someone she has always been there through my drunken rants to my uncontrollable and “obsessive” anger. I have to show her that I am not obsessed with the Swan that she is only a means to an end and that end will happen at Under Attack.

Rachel continues to look over at me, she winks kisses Brittany and her eyes still pierce mine. I can’t help but to be sinfully attracted to her, an apple I must never take a bite from. She continues to dance and as the song slowly comes to an end she breaks away from Brittany…..

My heart begins to pound, not of anxiety, I can’t explain it.



Rachel:”May I have this next dance dear Regan?”

Regan:”Of course beautiful.”


I answer right away, I kiss Dawn and Brittany smirks and extends her hand to her little sister; they begin to dance as Rachel brings me closer to her….

The music begins to play….

Wait I know this song……

Son of a bitch…..

It’s “Swan Lake” by Tchaikovsky

Rachel smiles….



Rachel:”A beautiful melody is it not?”

Regan:”Yes…….yes it is.”


I hate this fucking song…


Rachel:”The entertainment is about to begin, watch closely my dear beautiful Hellcat.”


I turn my attention to the middle of the dance floor as they all clear, then I saw it, my eyes could not believe it….

Dawn quickly turned to me but I was focused on one thing, the dancer, the entertainment that they called it, the woman dressed as…..


THE BLACK SWAN……


My blood began to boil, my toes began to tingle, my lips began to quiver, my muscles tense as I tried to control myself, watching my mortal enemy dance in front of me, not Marina Trent but what she represents, who she has become or more like who she acts out…..

The Black Swan….

I can see Rachel in the corner of my eye looking at me with a sly grin on her face, was this set up? A test? Was it coincidence? First “Swan Lake” and then the Black Swan? She moved with such grace, such form and beauty, it was almost euphoric……

Rachel gets up close to me and whispers in my ear……



Rachel:”She is here, mocking you, ridiculing you, dancing in front of you……taunting you and every single fiber in your body dear Regan. Look at the Swan; since Apocalypse she has soared while you have crawled. Watch her look at you, wanting to grab you in her trap and once again walk out victorious, the flight of the Black Swan; the Creatures of the Night look upon her mesmerized, look at them my dear Regan.”


She is right, The Swan dances and they are all hypnotized by her movement, her beauty and her aura. The Black Swan looks over at me with her red eyes, slowly approaching me, Dawn tries to intervene but Brittany holds her back, she shakes her head and then smiles at me…..

A cold and sadistic smile….

Rachel continues to breathe in my ear, she giggles and bites my lobe sending a sensation through my body and my very core as The Swan gets up to my face, continuing to dance….

I stand my ground, I am holding back everything I can as The Black Swan turns and contorts her body, she reaches my lips and in one quick motion takes a quick lick as she backs away…..

My eyes slowly look over at Rachel, she sees the anger, the fire burning within, controlled for now but ready to be let loose…..

Rachel whispers in my ear….



Rachel:”Hunt, Capture, Kill……….Hunt, Capture, Kill…….”


Those words continue to echo through my brain as Brittany also begins to utter them….


Brittany:”Hunt, Capture, Kill…….Hunt, Capture, Kill……”


I can see Dawn’s concern on her face, I have to stay strong for her, I have to show her that I am not obsessed with destroying the Bird, that the Black Swan has not engulfed me in her darkness, that I am the Hellcat, the bitch that will finally bring silence to the night…..

The Black Swan backs up, she continues her dance as I step away, I have to walk away…..

Rachel and Brittany both look on, Dawn wants to come after me but Brittany holds her at bay, I know she tells her to stay put…..

I walk into the ladies room, I stare at the mirror, I can feel the sweat building under my mask but I refuse to take it off instead I just stare trying to digest what had just happened out there, what had occurred. Has the Black Swan consumed me?

Have I become engulfed in her darkness?

Am I Obsessed? Truly Obsessed? Is this the reality that has finally punched me in the gullet taking the wind out of my sails?

I gasp for breath….

Her red eyes looked right at me, all I could picture was The Swan, all I could smell was the Swan and all I could taste was the Swan. I run the faucet and cup my hand with water slowly drinking as if I was lost in the desert, the door opens as another woman walks in but I pay no attention, the music has stopped…..

The Black Swan is gone…..

I need to take a deep breath, I am cannot be obsessed with the Swan, I am going to beat Marina Trent, not what she represents but who she is. She is a woman…..

A plain simple woman……

I look up in the mirror and there she was, the Black Swan staring right at me, I quickly turn around and we are face to face…..

She tilts her head…..



Black Swan:”You are quite beautiful, forgive me for the lick but I couldn’t help myself. It’s part of the show.”


The show?

This Swan is human; she is a woman, a woman that mesmerized her audience, a woman that FOOLED those watching her…..

Is The Black Swan not real?

The Creatures of the Night?

Do they not exist?

What kind of tomfoolery is this?

Motherfucker!



Regan:”Show?”

Black Swan:”Of course silly, what else did you think it was. I am The Black Swan, much like the one portrayed on TV.”


Portrayed? Does she mean Marina Trent? This Black Swan seemed so real, my heart was beating so fast and yet this Swan was a caricature?


Black Swan:”Well it was nice meeting you….?”

Regan:”Regan.”

Black Swan:”Regan. I hope you enjoyed the show, now off to the Masquerade.”


The Black Swan is about ready to leave when I grab her hand, she turns to me and smiles….


Black Swan:”Is there something you want Regan?”

Regan:”Yes there is my Black Swan.”


I slowly move up to her face and lock lips with her, she kisses me back and then it happens….

I can hear her scream, she tries to fight me off as I rip a chunk from her lips and spit it out, it taste a lot like chicken….

Who knew?

The Swan backs up screaming in pain holding her bleeding mouth, I grab her by the head and ram it into the mirror, launching her over the faucet head first, cracking the mirror in the process as she crumbles to the ground…..

I then pull her by her hair, something has taken over me, I feel invincible as I drag her to the stalls placing her head between the door and that stall….



Regan:”This was only the beginning, you had to come into my world, on my night with my girlfriend. I am not obsessed with you Bird; oh no I only want to see you grovel at my feet before I HUNT!’


SLAM!!!!


I crush her head with the stall door for I cannot stop……


Regan:”Capture!”


SLAM!!!!


I slam the door again with full force, damn this feels good…..


Regan:”KILL!”


SLAM!!!


I crush her head for the third time as she falls limp to the floor, motionless and face down. I go back to the mirror and stare at the broken shards the glass; I can see so many of my reflections, "Is it true?" I ask myself, never taking my eyes off the mirror.....

I begin to fix my hair with no remorse, I see a small stain of blood on my dress and now I’m really pissed. I try to wash it out but to no avail, whatever….

It is what it is.

I never remove my mask, instead I look over at the unconscious Swan, brings back memories of that Breakdown as I turn to walk over to her, I lift up her left leg and begin to take off her dancing shoes and stockings……

A few minutes later the bathroom door opens…..

Walking in is none other than Rachel Foxx and Brittany Lohan…..

Dawn stands outside of the bathroom; I don’t want her to see what I have done but then again no secrets. I stand there holding the feathers and wings of the Black Swan in my hands, they look over and see the unconscious dancer sprawled out in just her underwear and nothing more…..

I drop the garb at the feet of Rachel and Brittany….

Finally taking off my mask…..

I look into the eyes of both of them and simply say…..



Regan:”I Plucked this fucking Bird.”


I walk out and grab Dawn by the hand as I lead her out, she doesn’t need to see this, I turn around and look over at Rachel and Brittany, they both smile….

I smile back, blending into the crowd…..

Rachel looks back into the bathroom and then to Brittany whispering the words….

“She is Ready”






A few Hours Later….





Finally Dawn fell asleep; it’s been hours since we got back to my place after the Masquerade…

I’m still in costume and I have to be honest, I felt nothing when I mauled the Black Swan. I couldn’t let her see me like this, she deserves better but I …..I love her and those words will never come out of my mouth, they are a sign of weakness and right now I have to stay the strongest, she looks up to me and I’ll be damned if I change that.

I gently kiss her on her lips and slip out of the house; it’s time I pay a visit….

To an old friend.




It’s been an hour now since I left my house, I sit on the comfortable chair that I had become accustomed to, staring and watching. I really liked this chair, it’s soft on my ass and I always wondered where she bought it. I continue to grip the cold steel as I look over at the clock, the pink illuminating light is bright enough to put a glow in the room and it says 3:30 AM. I know this has to be difficult, why wouldn’t it be? The room is dark but I can see just enough to know exactly where I am, staring and thinking about one thing….

Should I?

We put our trust and faith in friends. We develop these bonds between one another never expecting it to end especially in betrayal…

Betrayal, such an ugly word and yet so common in the circles of society today, so widely accepted and shrugged off that it’s almost sad. When I first came to SCW no one cared to befriend me, they would ignore me on Twitter, not bother watching my promos on TV and could care less about my matches even though I was beating some of the best they had to offer. Instead they overlooked me; I was fine with that because making too much noise would sway all the attention on me.

I like attention but too much can be detrimental.

There was one person that befriended me, she treated me with respect and accepted me in the circles of SCW, that person was Madelyne MacTaggert. Maddie is hot, talented and funny what was there not to like. She and I clicked right away, it was a match made in Heaven….or Hell whichever way you look at it. We were more than just partners; we were friends, lovers and most of all one. We became Apokolipstick and I knew right there we were ready for stardom, that we were going to zoom to the sky and become World Tag Team Champions because we were that good.

During that time though there was one X-Factor, Marina Trent or as I like to call her, The Bird.



Regan:”The fucking Bird.”


I whisper to myself, it angers me thinking about it. Madelyne had lost her Women’s Championship to the Bird long before I was ever in the picture but to her it became priority number one to get that belt back. At Rise to Greatness she was robbed, I have to admit that, it was her match and she should have been Women’s Champion again, I don’t doubt that one bit. She had a gripe with SCW so they gave her another shot and on that night everything happened….

Everything changed.

Madelyne was sprayed in the face with The Bird’s vomit. I had to do something about it, I wasn’t about to let this injustice for my tag team partner and friend continue so I attacked The Bird and I took the SCW Women’s Championship, giving it back to Madelyne where I felt it belonged….

That’s what friends, lovers and tag team partners do. At the time it was the right thing, I don’t regret that one bit. This though angered Madelyne and she walked out of SCW with the title I took and gave to her.



Regan:”You ran.”


I again whisper my words for the dead of night are completely silent, I can hear the breathing, the soft, comfortable breathing in the deep sleep.

She ran out of SCW, she abandoned Apokolipstick, she abandoned me and left me to clean her mess. The Bird was angry but I didn’t give a shit if she was or not. She attacked me before Apocalypse but I had my opportunity to take the belt from her, of course I didn’t earn it, it was handed to me according to the Bird because my “teacher” left her “Understudy” high and dry.

Understudy?

Hardly, I don’t follow her example.

At first I didn’t let my real thoughts come out, for the first time in my life I bit my tongue simply because maybe this was a knee-jerk decision, maybe she was just letting off some steam and would eventually come back so we could form Apokolipstick again and continue on our path but that was not the case….

The days turned into weeks and then to months and she was long gone. She even stopped talking to me for a while which at first hurt me but then I realized…..

She was worse than The Bird.

The Swan is full of Bird Shit, that’s already been established but as I sit here in the quiet darkness, with different thoughts running through my head all I can think about is being abandoned by my own partner.

When the Bird tried to rob her, I was there. When the Bird sprayed me? I was alone.

When she fought The Bird, I was there for encouragement and to make sure there were no shenanigans but when I fought the Bird? I was alone.

I took the Women’s Championship from The Bird and I did it because it was the right thing to do at the time and what did she do?

She ran with it.

I sit here now empty handed, the Bird has her “Black Swan” Championship, Madelyne has her Women’s Championship….

I don’t have Jack and Shit……and Jack went home.



Regan:”You abandoned me.”


I whisper again as my voice begins to elevate, I grip it harder and harder as I think of the betrayal because I was YOUR FRIEND! I was YOUR TAG TEAM PARTNER! The most important thing to you was that Goddamn belt! You left me for a fucking piece of TIN!

I have to control my breathing, my anger. My toes curl, they do when I get angry and in these boots I’m asking for trouble……

I sit back and just stare because I know that all of my life I have been betrayed! I loved you Madelyne MacTaggert, we were good together and SCW missed out on the new era of Bitch thanks to you. Madelyne, oh my sweet Madelyne……

I stand up from the chair putting my boots firmly on the white shag carpet as I make my way to the bed and stare down still wearing my cat mask…..

There she is, sleeping so peacefully, not a clue that I stand right above her, looking down at the woman that left me high and dry.

I remove a strand of hair from her face; she is deep asleep as I saw the empty wine bottle when I used the key I made a copy of to enter through the back.

Her skin so smooth, her face so delicate, her body so intoxicating. The Women’s Championship sits on her mantle, it’s right there for the taking but I’m not going to take it…..

Not yet.



Regan:”You betrayed me.”


My eyes grow wide, my teeth grind, my fist clench as the only image I see is the bashing of your skull with your brains splattered all over this wall. It would be a shame to ruin this carpet Peaches, it would be a shame to maim such a beautiful creature but you did this, you did this to me!

I realize that my right arm is arched and over my head holding a lead pipe, I actually was going to do it…..

There are other ways, I could strangle her or smother her with that fucking feather pillow she loves but that would be too easy…..

As I stare at her for one more second, I slowly lower my hand still grasping at the cold steel for I bend over and gently kiss her on the cheek…..

And whisper in her ear…..



Regan:”Sweet dreams Peaches, I’ll be seeing you soon.”


I take off my mask and leave it by her bedside as a reminder that I was there.

I stand back up and stare at the Women’s Championship, a title that will be mine as I make my way to the door, I run my fingers down the faceplate and across the word Women’s……

Knowing that I will be back after Under Attack to grab what is mine for after I take the Bird’s belt, I will take the real belt…..

Do I scare myself?

No.

If I am willing to do this to a woman I loved?

Imagine what I will do to a woman I hate.

I walk out, silently into the night…..

Leaving my calling card, hoping she understands that I am watching her, that I will return…..

Muttering the words…..



“Goodnight Peaches”



Fade to Black








”Let’s throw the motivational crap out the window. I did that already and I lost focus. The true focus is my enemies, I have three standing in front of me and one will fall, they will fall because I will make sure it happens. It seems like people have forgotten The Hellcat and what I am capable of. Drugging a woman and dyeing her hair was just foreplay, it was me having a little fun and at the same time sending a small message that I am still here. In victory you can still taste defeat and that is exactly what I did. I made promises the last time, no promises this time, no guarantees instead I’m just going to do it because I can. None of you will stop me, none of you will get in my way and The Bird thinks she has it all planned out, she thinks she is ready for this? You are not ready because unlike you I want you GONE. I want you decimated; I want the Legend of the Black Swan…..dead. I will #PluckTheBird and look down at her fallen corpse, smiling knowing the final breath coming from her mouth is music to my ears and then we’ll finally have silence.”








”He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?”

-Friedrich Nietzsche







THE

BLACK

SWAN

THEORY





So much at stake, so much on the line that teams have become individuals. We already know that Team Two-Face Prim Madonna Birds will not work together; they talk more shit about one another than they do their opponents. Then there is us, Foxx Global, we are supposed to be a Union but are we? Do we have our own agenda’s? Only time will tell.

The reality could be grim, I could lose it all, never getting a shot at The Black Swan and her Championship while she holds it. My partners have their own agendas, but let’s be truthful here, Brittany can get a Tag Team Championship match anytime with any partner of her choosing, now that The Next Level & Dark Fantasy are in cahoots the tag team division is weakened, the door is not closed, not by a long shot.

Then we have Rachel Foxx, she too can have Katie Steward anytime she wants even if she didn’t score the fall, her opportunity is there, after Under Attack she will take what she wants, no one will stop her so really what does she lose? What does either of them lose?

I could lose everything.

The stakes are too high, I have to think about me, about my goals and about what will be mine. I am for the Greater Good but they must understanding, I cannot risk it, I need to insure that it comes to me, I will win….

At any cost.


People think I’m damaged goods, they assume that the abuse I felt when I was younger from my father set me up to fail. When someone has taken so much as a child one falls to the conclusion that they are broken. Is that the case with me?

Am I broken?

My little sister would cry herself to sleep, scared of what my father would do to me next but I wasn’t because I didn’t care. I feared for my sister but not for myself. I didn’t need to, I knew what had to be done and I knew that I would never be good enough for him. I never wanted to fail my sister but going into Apocalypse I convinced myself I would if I didn’t win.

I gave myself this righteous empowerment that I was some sort of beacon to motivate those that were abused or experienced the same things I did, that this underdog story had a happy ending…..

It didn’t.

At Apocalypse I failed to capture the Women’s Championship, I lost clean to the Bird. I made mistakes, rookies usually do and from those mistakes you learn, it’s called experience and as I continue to wrestle more that experience will only make me better…..

So am I now supposed to come out here and talk about how I will not fail, how I earned this shot? How I deserve to be in this 6-person tag, that I will walk away as the SCW Women’s “Black Swan” Champion? Sounds nice, inspirational and it’s all a bunch of bullshit.

At Under Attack this match will be the end result of this last month’s events leading into this contest full of stipulations. If Blake Mason wins on the opposing team he will walk out as the Underground Champion, if Katie Steward wins she no longer has to worry about being murdered for 6 months by my stable mates. If Brittany Lohan wins she will receive a World Tag Team Championship match with the partner of her choosing at Gang Rulz, if Rachel Foxx wins she will get Katie Steward in a match of her choosing at Gang Rulz. So many things going on at once and then there is….

Marina Trent & Regan Street.

If Marina wins she will receive an Underground Championship match against Rachel Foxx and to further pet the Bird’s feathers she will no longer have to ever defend her Women’s “Black Swan” Championship against me one on one again. How quaint.

Now of course then there is my stipulation, I walk out with the Swan’s head.

Wait no?

I don’t get the Swan’s head? I only get the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship? What kind of malarkey is that!? She gets two and I only get one!?

NOT FAIR! MUWAAAAHHHH! MUWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Excuse me, I thought I was The Bird for a minute, let me compose myself.

Now back to what I was saying, there is so much on the line in one match and here I am once again with an opportunity to be Champion. Here’s my problem, Blake Mason & Katie Steward. We have Blake the Fake, the man that has become the biggest backstabbing liar on the face of SCW and Katie Steward who uses her entire airtime to complain that the stips aren’t to her liking and her partners suck. Gee Blake, not only did the Swan call you a glorified jobber in not so many words just to turn back around and call you a future World Champion which you must excuse her, she can get a little confused at times but Katie talked about how “Manly” you were with her…..ouch.

Again Blake, I hope it was ALL worth it.

Speaking of Swan’s….

I’m tired of listening to the Braggadocios Bird continue to blame SCW for everything that happens to her. Yes it is SCW that wants a Blonde like me as Women’s Champion, it is I that they planted to unseat Marina Trent, “The Black Swan”. That is why they gave her an out….

They gave her an excuse.

Your birdcage is so tight isn’t it? You are protected, never being endangered and yet you have the gall to blame the same suits that have given you the opportunity to not only win and get something you want but also have a way out if somehow you or your team loses.

“You never beat me Regan.”

I can hear it now singing through the hallowed halls of SCW. You called me a failure, you talked about my family and how I was simply another drone in the likes of your partner, Katie Steward. That I am a number, one of many like The Borg or a Stepford Wife correct? SCW has primed me to take your belt? No Bird, SCW doesn’t want me as Women’s “Black Swan” Champion so don’t fool yourself into thinking they do.

I am their worst nightmare; I have pushed the envelope every which way leading up to Under Attack. Drugging you? Dyeing your hair? Watching the assault that almost clipped your wings never to fly again, yes the games kept on being played as we went step by step by step…..

SCW cringed, they didn’t want anything to do with me holding gold, you were the lesser of two evils while I was just what SCW needed, that necessary evil. They had to protect the Bird, their Champion. They used Blake and Katie to shield you my Swan to guarantee there was that out so don’t you dare LIE to me, to Foxx Global or to anyone else because no one is buying it.

So many give up on life, their dreams or goals because of obstacles met, have I given up? Did I really fail? Is my sister disappointed now? Ask yourself that again as you continue to LIE to the masses my dear Swan. The only person that failed was YOU. Yes you failed, you fucking failed and you don’t even realize it do you? You stupid little bitch, you didn’t bury me, you didn’t break me, the only thing you did was let me loose!

I do have to thank you Swan because you made me realize that I had an animalistic tendency waiting to be unleashed, all I needed was that vessel and you supplied that at Apocalypse. Now the game is open and so many possibilities can occur at Under Attack but let me make one thing perfectly clear…..

I am not going to beat Mason or Steward, oh no for I am going to beat YOU!

That’s right my Black Swan, I am coming for you and I will trap you like a Hellcat traps all her prey, you can’t escape, you won’t escape and your teammates won’t help you. This is what this match is about right? Teamwork? When you look across the ring you stare down the face of the Devil incarnate masked as Foxx Global. We realize the job that is at task, we believe in the greater good, the meaning behind our cause. I have to believe that we will be a unity. You three fucks have your own agenda, you three wouldn’t piss on each other if you were on fire.

Katie, the Swan hates you because you’re blonde. Blake the Fake, Katie hates you because you can’t pleasure her and are as pussy-whooped as a 15 yr. old High School kid. Swan, neither one of them like you because let’s face it…..nobody friggin’ likes you. So how will you co-exist? How will you be victorious?

YOU WON’T!

Foxx Global makes their debut, the End of Days begin at Under Attack and this isn’t in a biblical sense, God has nothing to do with this but I suggest you three pray to the God you know because the last thing you want to do is go to the pearly gates not cleansed of your sins.

Now I have to admit that when I was going into my match at Apocalypse I was a bit intimidated. I was a bit lost in the whole hoopla of the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship. I began to believe my own press and this whole aura of The Black Swan. Yes, I questioned myself a few times, I tried so hard to convince myself that I earned it and really didn’t look at the task at hand, I fouled it up and I admit it…..

Then I realized something after Apocalypse, then I noticed that I was wrong all along that in that split second I actually fell for the Lie…..

The lie that is…..

THE BLACK SWAN!

Yes Marina Trent, you are a fake! How does it feel prancing around in your black costume, your wings, your feathers, calling yourself the Black Swan!?

Your man, Shilo Valiant whether he was a World Champion or not looks nothing more than a reject from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, while pretending to terrorize other wrestlers! Do we really need to see the trials and tribulations of the failed relationship known as ETERNAL!? Week in and week out you try to garner sympathy from your “Creatures of the Night” aka the stupid Goth Geeks that fall for your dark undertones and your colorful diatribes in the unmemorable Television spots you produce.

The SCW masses that sing your praises and call you a Main Eventer, talk about how you out-wrestled me and I don’t belong in your class!? All of that is the perfect example of a bunch of idiots being sold on your façade!

You know what you are Marina Trent? You’re a sidekick! You’re a tag along! You are a coattail riding whore! That’s right because you have fucked with every single person that fell for your bullshit in SCW!

The funny thing is you called me a failure; you had the audacity, THE AUDACITY to talk about MY family, to talk about me when you need to look at yourself in the mirror. What happened Marina? The blonde hair threw you off your game? You couldn’t stand to look normal for one second could you!? You couldn’t fathom the fact that you were a blonde because it scared you…..

Yes it scared the Hell out of you because for once you were normal. You weren’t the Black Swan were you? You were simply Marina Trent and after I saw that I knew that you were nothing but a fake. Look at me and tell me what you see?

Am I dressed in a cat suit? Am I doing back flips, scratching tic tac toe on some poor saps face and screaming “Meow”? Do I lick myself clean? Do I purr when I feel good? No Marina I do not because the Hellcat is my personality trait, I never had to become that which I am not. I am not a bird or a cat….I am a Woman. I do what I want, when I want. I don’t take a backseat like you do to Shilo or anyone do I Swan? I’m not Shilo’s little BITCH!

What does that say about you Marina? That this whole time you are nothing more than a scared little girl, crying for help. What happened? Was it you that had mommy/daddy issues? Did they not give you the attention you wanted? Are you making up for the fact that you grew up as a nobody? No one gave you the time of day? You were just another face in the crowd screaming inside, wanting to be noticed weren’t you?

Is that why when you came to wrestling you dressed up like a Smurf on crack?

Wait let me get this right, “The Cerulean Tear”. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, you are a fighting sky? Your clouds are meat hooks ready to pound someone out of the air? If looking like some alien from Kashyyyk after a long day of building clones and chucking spears is what you want these people to believe then so be it but you cannot walk amongst any of us in your normal skin can you?


BECAUSE YOU ARE A FRAUD!


You go from being the “Skyline Blue Alien Wrestling Machine” to The Black Swan. You cannot show us your true face can you Marina because it is so ugly, so hideous and you are ashamed of it. You paint your skin to hide from this world because you cannot face it, you don’t know how. You live vicariously through these characters that you create like if you were a side attraction at Disney World or some pimply virgin kid playing Warhammer in the back of some comic shop!


NO MORE LIES!


I am DONE with the hypocrisy Marina!

I am DONE with the theatrics!

I am DONE with the deceit and I am done with this act!


At Apocalypse there was only one thing I wanted, the Women’s Championship. I helped Madelyne MacTaggert take the original Women’s Championship and she ran out of here faster than sex with Shilo. She abandoned me and I will get back what will be rightfully mine. Did you think I was okay with that Marina!?

Did you think that Madelyne leaving was discussed between us? Planned? Oh no, she took it and ran. See Marina, both you and Madelyne MacTaggert……


CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HELL!


Marina, your lies are over, you have been exposed and on Sunday, October 28, 2012 I will rid the SCW of this farce. You have sprayed me in the eyes with your mist, TWICE, you have defeated me at Apocalypse with your “Black Swan Theory” and did that deter me!? NO it did not! I BEG YOU to try that again! I BEG you to try and beat me like you did at Apocalypse! Spray me in the face!


TRY IT!

TRY IT!

TRY IT!


Now things change going into Under Attack because I just don’t want your belt……


I WANT THE BLACK SWAN!


Winning will not get rid of me Marina; I will hunt you down and make your life a living HELL!

You are nothing more than a coward! You showed it at the last Ammo and you showed it at the last Breakdown. Hiding behind your "partners" at Under Attack, hoping you pin one of the defeated? So much so that you leave out the part that they have also defeated you. The picture you paint is so rosy for such a pathetic dark act, no one is buying the b-rated horror show called the "Lost Soul".

Jonathan Knots so eloquently said I was making mistakes because you were keeping your cool and I was angry? Oh no Swan, oh no Knots this is not anger, this is pure unadulterated HATRED. I hate cowards, liars and I hate fakes! This hatred fuels me, it motivates me and I will unleash as only The Hellcat can on you! Yes Marina….YOU.

At Under Attack I am going to strip you of your feathers, I am going to clip your wings, I will gauge out your red eyes, squeeze your neck so that your bird vomit oozes out of your mouth and finally I will wipe the Halloween paint off of your face…..

Leaving you standing in nothing more than your own naked skin!

I will strip the Swan of everything she is, I will show the world that she is nothing more than the poor little girl that couldn’t. I will not leave Under Attack until the charade is OVER! I will leave you in shame, your Creatures of the Night will laugh at you; point their fingers ridiculing you…..

Forever marking you, walking this earth as the deceitful wench you are!

Seeing that their Black Swan was fragile and Docile like a small delicate little parakeet.

You will shed tears of embarrassment, you will look around and know that your worst nightmare came true, you became NORMAL.


PLAIN!


No Swan, no cracked out Sky Blue Smurfing Alien, no Rocky Horror Rejects, it will be simply Marina Trent, the daughter of the disgraced.

I can always dye your hair again and call you Blonde 44. Just like Madelyne MacTaggert, you will find no mercy and no relenting as you are stripped of this apocryphal persona and walk out in humility.

I will not stop bitch until I get what is mine!


SCW CANNOT STOP ME!

KATIE STEWARD AND BLAKE MASON CANNOT STOP ME!

YOU SWAN CANNOT STOP ME!

NOBODY CAN STOP ME!


Go after Rachel Foxx! Go after her because you don’t have a choice! That’s right you cannot choose to ignore me, you cannot choose to sweep me under the rug, you don’t get that do you Marina? This choice is not in your hands! You have no more POWER!

You Win? Either Way?

Oh no my dear Swan, you have already lost.

You have no Power over ME! You have no power as the Women’s “Black Swan” Champion! You have no power for it was all a delusion! That’s right Marina, your words, your choices mean nothing here in the Arena of Words ANYMORE you gutless craven! Using animal carcasses, bright lightning and Disney Haunted Mansion Effects only proves to the world that you are hiding behind your own fairy tale.

I will take that which you covet, the Women’s “Black Swan” Championship. I will cherish it as a souvenir and then pursue what I gave, what was taken, the title Madelyne ran away with and combine them to make one, stained in the blood of those two fallen champions, symbolic of my reign as the….

NEW SCW Women’s “Black Swan” Champion, the undisputed Champion!

I will now and forever keep it as the “Black Swan” title, a reminder to you Marina Trent and all of SCW that it was Regan Street that Plucked the Bird!

As the world you know will burn to ashes!

For this fucking lie is over! You can finally be yourself Marina as I bury The Black Swan and listen to her cries of help, her cries of humility and her cries of desperation…..

Whimpering in the dead of night….

Slowly fading….

This “Nocturnal Fantasy” act is finally over as the curtains come down for….


The Final Swan Song





I
AM
REGAN STREET

“THE HELLCAT”

#PluckTheBird










”I hate fallacy and those that revel in it. In SCW there are too many fakes that it becomes comical. The business is full of posers, people that try to be something they are not or maybe trying to cover up their insecurities and shortcomings. Whatever the case you can pick out the real from the farce and even if at first you were deceived, you were taken for a fool, that means little if you realize, exposing those with false pretense. I’m not a fake; I have never been a fake, what you see is what you get and if you don’t like it move on because I don’t give a shit. Why hide behind a façade? It shows that maybe you’re just not as strong as you think you are, it’s a weakness and I will expose that weakness. There are many things I tolerate but a fake intellectual isn’t one of them. In the end the real will always come out on top, the fakes have their place in this world……crushed under my boot. The real strong have no need to prove it to the phonies.”
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