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Talk of Evil

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At a campground outside of Charlotte, North Carolina, “Firestorm” Johnathan Mills sits on a log by a small fire to keep warm. His motorcycle that he has stolen from one of Gabriel Tuck’s clowns is behind him. He hadn’t dared return to the motel room that had been supplied to him by SCW for fear that Gabriel Tuck would be able to find him again. He has opened the saddlebags of the motorcycle to discover that the bike was loaded with enough supplies to camp out. A sleeping bag and blanket anyway.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Brian Kennedy. You think you know evil? You would slap a baby and kick a woman in the face? I’ve seen evil. I’ve fought evil. Hell, I’ve been evil. Slapping a baby and kicking a woman in the face isn’t evil incarnate like you say. It’s more like a brainless bully brute who cannot manage to do much for himself beyond a typical physical confrontation with someone who cannot defend themself well. You’re out of luck here as I can defend myself very well. Ask your partner and she will tell you that I’m no slouch in the wrestling ring.

Johnathan stops talking when he hears a motorcycle going down the nearby road. He reaches down by him where sits a pistol and grips it tight while listening for the inevitable honk of clown noses that come with Gabriel Tuck’s posse. He relaxes as the sounds of the motorcycle continue down the road. He hasn’t been found yet. He places the gun back to the ground and looks back at the camera with a smile.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Brian, you win more than you lose. I’m sure that’s bred in you a certain amount of confidence that you expect to be winning. Don’t expect that here. I can outpace you in any match up with my superior speed. I hit faster and thus hit harder that you could ever imagine. Just ask Emily Desmond how I stack up in the ring. Sure, she defeated me, but not without a struggle. You won’t get by me in this Mega Cup. I’ll be sure to make certain that you are the one without a title shot in this thing.

Johnathan reaches into a small pack to pull out a two pronged skewer that he places two hot dogs on the end of and begins to roast them over the fire.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: You know what, Brian? I almost feel sorry for you that you have to face me in the ring. I’m going to dance circles around you before putting you to shame in the ring. You think that you’re the end all, be all of evil. You don’t even hold a candle to what I have seen and experienced out in the world. You’re at a King Koopa level of evil. Lame and most certainly comedic.

Johnathan brings the skewer close to inspect the hot dogs for a moment before putting them back over the fire.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: This brings me to Jessica Tendonin. I know that you would prefer to tag up with a winner, but this is an asshole on steroids. I mean really. You wanna talk about a man who’s level of evil would cause him to tie up his girlfriend before beating her to be certain that she cannot hit back really casts a shadow upon your capacity at decision making. What have you become, Jessie? So hungry for gold that you would tag up with a monster and a coward just to be able to ensure that you would get a win in the ring? Stand up for what’s right and true, Jessica. Dump that miserable curse for a partner and stand alongside someone who won’t steal candy from a baby and kick the baby momma in the face for fun. Don’t tag with a basic bully!

Prelude to the Maddness

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Brian is seen sitting at his desk in his study. In front of him sits a stack of papers that he is filling out.  As the camera pans in, he smirks as he looks into the camera and begins speaking while he takes the stack of papers and puts them in the drawer. 

 

Brian:  “So, Brian Kennedy is still standing after the huge tag match at TLC.  Now I am about to step in the ring against a former partner of my current partner in J. Mills.  What do I think about it?  The truth is I know I am about to face off against a man that is just as a big of a name as I am.  I am facing off against another Living Legend.  I have to admit, after talkin to Jess I have to say at the end of the day I respect that man.  Win or lose I am still going to keep my eyes on him.  The DEA is always looking for members. But, let’s get onto this match.” 

 

He pauses for a second. 

 

“I am climbing the ladder again here in SCW.  There isn’t anything or anyone that is going to stand in my damn way.  Johnny Boy, I’m coming for a fight.  I am going to bring everything I have into this match.  I know you watched the Tag Match I was in at TLC.  You already know I am a fucking monster.  Well, just like I have told many men in my time.  Get down or lay down.  Because I really don’t give two shits about what you have done in other companies.  This is SCW and we are the Big Boys.  While you have already kicked the shit out of plenty of men on this roster. I am a different breed.  You already know Jessica won’t have shit to do with losers.  Well, it was me and her that built The DEA and we are unstoppable.  You have the chance here to join something that will boost your career here in SCW.  Or, you can jump the band wagon with Eric and his band of losers or Brewster and her clan and try to stop us.  Try your best and watch how bad you lay in the ring beaten and bloody.  You see what we have done.  SOD hasn’t ever beaten us, and well.  You already know Brewster Hell Fire or whatever they call themselves today is on the losing side as well.” 

 

He shakes his head. 

 

“Don’t get me wrong.  I do know there is someone out there that can beat my ass.  I have lost before.  But I win as hell of a lot more than I have ever lost.  I make that my main business.  Winning and claiming the top as my own. Along with Jessica we pave the way for the rest of DEA.  We are the winners and if you want that you know who to join.  But, this match.  I am asking you before you join.  Let’s rip the fucking roof off and give the crowd a show of the year and see who is the better man.  Because I already know you want to use the chance to say you beat me.  So, I know your bringing all you have.  I’d expect nothing more than you to see how fuckin tough I really am.  What do I have to say?” 

 

He pauses. 

 

“It’s about fuckin time.  I have been waiting all year for someone hell, anyone to bring a fight to me that I would have to actually step outside my comfort zone.  I know you are going to push me harder than Emily or Cam ever could.  I know that beating you once won’t cut it.  It is going to take a few times of me beating you into reality that I am the One-Man Apocalypse that I won’t be stopped.  So, what I am going to wait to hear from you is the J.Mills that I have heard of.  The ruthless mean son of a bitch that would smack a baby and kick a woman in the face and laugh as he walks off.  Let me see what you got.  Mills.  I won’t go down easy and I am a lot fuckin better than you ever thought.  I’m gonna surprise you.  Don’t take it personal Mills.  Cause it’s all for good business.” 

 

The scene fades to a DEA logo

Pie in the Face

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Charlotte, North Carolina at a local gymnasium with a wrestling ring,

“Firestorm” Johnathan Mills drops to his hands and knees, spitting blood onto the mat. Gabriel Tuck stands over him with a laugh as clowns stand around the ring and honk their noses. Gabriel flicks his wrist, shedding blood from his brass knuckles that read pie in bold letters. Yes, it’s a joke pair of brass knuckles to hit someone with a pie to the face.

GABRIEL TUCK: We can do this shit all fucking night, Johnny boy. Where is Thomas Mills?

Johnathan tries to get to his feet, but Gabriel kicks him back down to the mat with a laugh.

GABRIEL TUCK: Do you not get how this plays out? You give up the location of your father, I give you a quick death. You don’t give me the location of your father and I take what’s left of you to Armand and he will get the location from you. You’ll die a slow and agonizing death.

The night had begun so nicely in that Johnathan Mills had left the hotel he was staying at and went to the gymnasium to prepare for his match against Brain Kennedy. He has worked out heavily, relaxed in a hot tub, and then picked things back up in the ring. There he ran about the ring to bounce off the ropes and the turnbuckles at top speed to try to increase his reflexes for such things for Brian Kennedy was no easy opponent.

Gabriel Tuck and his clowns burst into the gym, taking down anyone who decided to stand in their way. There wasn’t many. They surrounded the ring while keeping weapons trained on Johnathan in the ring while Gabriel rolls into the ring.

GABRIEL TUCK: Working hard to make something of yourself I see. Did you think you could go back to a normal life after stealing something of value from Armand von Krauss?

Johnathan looks warily to the giggling and honking clowns at ringside with guns and knives at the ready to storm the ring.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: We won a bet fair and square, Gabriel. Of course I expected to go back to a normal life.

Gabriel nods as he slides on his PIE brass knuckles.

GABRIEL TUCK: Where is he?

JOHNTHAN MILLS: Where is who? Armand? I don’t keep track of the mega bad guy.

Gabriel steps up to Johnathan and decks him with the brass knuckles. He grabs Johnathan by the back of the neck with his free hand and hits a few body punch before throwing Johnathan to the mat.

Johnathan jumps back to his feet, ready to strike back, but a number of clicks from outside of the ring stops him. It was pretty clear that if he attacked Gabriel, he would be dead before he struck.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I am not my father’s keeper. Why would I know where he is?

GABRIEL TUCK: Oh, Johnny boy. Your father is of ill health and probably needs being looked after. You are readying for an SCW match. Thomas is likely with people who will help him. Maybe with Parsons and Anderson. Where is your father, Johnathan?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Go fuck yourself.

GABRIEL TUCK: Is that any way to talk to your superior? Tell me-

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Go fuck your momma!

Gabriel drills Johnathan with the brass knuckles several more times before letting him fall down to the mat to bring us back to the beginning. Johnathan lays on the mat, bleeding from his various wounds while Gabriel stands over him with bloody brass knuckles.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Coward…

GABRIEL TUCK: What was that? Whatever it was, it didn’t sound like a location. Let’s try this again. Where is Thomas Mills?

Johnathan rises to his knees, blood dipping from the bottom of his chin like rain.

JOHNAHAN MILLS: I said you are a cow-

Another shot with the brass knuckles sends Johnathan back to the mat where his face impacts the canvas with a bloody splatter.

GABRIEL TUCK: You think you can just call me names, Johnny boy? What makes you think I am a coward?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: When I was looking for my father, we squared off in an XCW ring. I defeated you in the ring to discover his location. Did I hide behind clowns with guns? Did I use a weapon? No.

Gabriel looks around the ring at the clowns that are starting to lower their weapons as if they were agreeing with Johnathan’s words. Gabriel smiles as he lets the brass knuckles drop to the canvas.

GABRIEL TUCK: I’m no coward. I’m just looking for the most direct path to getting the job done. Armand tasked me with finding Thomas. That’s what I aim to do.

Johnathan rises to his feet, spitting blood onto the canvas.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Then face me like a man instead of a coward. Face me like Brian Kennedy will and be defeated like he will.

GABRIEL TUCK: Fine, but understand that you will still lose. I won’t be-

Johnathan rushes across the ring, grabs Gabriel by the leather jacket, and spits blood and a bit of a tooth straight into Gariel’s eyes. Gabriel backs away with a curse and Johnathan dives over the top rope to take down a clown with a huracanrana. Johnathan jumps to his feet and rushes out through the door of the gym as the clowns watch on in stunned silence.

Gabriel clears his eyes, seeking where Johnathan has fled to.

GABRIEL TUCK: After him, you fools!

Outside of. the gym, Johnathan hops on a motorcycle at the end of a row. He starts it up, kicks over the next motorcycle to start a domino effect, and races off as the clowns begin streaming out of the gym. Gunshots ring out as the clowns attempt to stop Johnathan Mills, but a stray shot strikes one of the downed motorcycles in a vital area and the whole downed line goes up in an explosion that shreds a few clowns who were too close to the explosion. Gabriel Tuck walks outside, seeing the carnage at hand.

GABRIEL TUCK: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Already nearly a mile away, Johnathan stops to look at his phone for directions to a local hospital. Gabriel wasn’t going to catch him today. Nor was he going to stop him from facing Brian Kennedy in the Mega Cup match. He might have to look out for Gabriel after the match though, but that was something for another day.

Everyone Has A Demon!!

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The Scene opens up somewhere particularly and maybe nowhere at all. The Masked Avenger comes to ahead in the cameras  The Diabolical face of a once famed man or women is still yet a mystery to us all. Will The Masked Avenger ever be unmasked? Only time will tell.  Will Alzy rip his Masked Avengers Mask off? I doubt that very Highly because he doesn’t have the balls to . Will the questions be answered or told about the accusations being thrown about by Alzy? All that will be answered right now because The Masked Avenger stands by to speak what he or she has to say. Let us Listen in and see what our Avenger has for us.

 

The Cameras then pan into a Masked Avenger whom is ready to speak in a voice that of a modern day Darth Vader to cover up the sex of  The Avenger.

 

Masked Avenger

This Overdrive Fifty comes with a price. Management doesn’t book me at their TLC PPV? You know what I think of that is a bunch of horse shit. I am more talented the all the roster but yet I don’t get treated with respect. I know all about The Alzy character. A Nobody looking about to becoming a somebody. I know who you are in a nutshell. You think you are going to rip my mask off and expose who I am. I am not a lackey of Brian Kennedy and never will. It show you don’t read watch peoples promos or results. Oh wait but you did know I destroyed Brian Kennedy which is something that seems like you couldn’t do and are trying to commend me for doing so.  Just because Alzy you are a jobbing hack and  don’t belong in the ring doesn’t mean you can try and commend me for my actions in the ring.   I beat a tag team champion and I am stuck in the lower card with a nameless hack that I have never even heard of you let alone have seen that you are an immortal enemy of Brian Kennedy. Well you got your mind on Brian Kennedy and not the bigger picture here.

 

Alzy you think that just because I didn’t attack Brian Kennedy that I didn’t follow through with what I said I was gonna do. I out promoted Brian Kennedy  and he ran away with his tail between his legs. Championships or no Championships I did what I said  I was going to do. I walked out at Overdrive 49 and  defeated Brian Kennedy. You are trying to befriend me and I do not like it. No one is a friend to me but another enemy of my enemy and that  is what sets everyone else apart from me. They find people to latch onto but me I will not do such a thing.  Yeah I may need someone in my best interest to help me up but you know what I stab them in the back when they least expect it. I am a one person army. What you see is what you get. I am not hiding.  Just because you do not  know my identity doesn’t mean I am hiding. If you defeat me it just makes it  look like you are that much better. You could be looking at a demon if a witch    a ladies man a womens women. Hell I could be Donald Freaking Trump underneath the mask and you would have no Idea.

 

The Masked Avenger pulls out a piece of what seems to be a mask of human flesh(Not real human flesh)   Masked Avenger then pulls a piece of and  crumbles it in the beings glove and then continues to speak.

 

This piece of flesh represents the skin you will shed after facing me Alzy.  I will not team up with you. Brian Kennedy won’t be a threat anymore because of the  fact that I beat him at his own game. What you gonna do the same thing Kennedy does whine his way to victories and politic your way to winning a match. That seems that all these wrestlers these days are good for is whining and til they get what they want. You claim you have a piece of my mask. Wrong I never leave my mask around the arena so how could  you get ahold of the proper mask it may look like something you found  but my mask is made of certain material that most masks aren’t made of.

 

In all truthfulness I don’t need anyones help to take out opposition. I am coming in here and going on a vengeance I do not care who you are. Whether you are a man women or beast  or he she I don’t give a fuck. Alzy I am going to rip your spleen out of your body and watch as you lie there and bleed to your demise. Everyone has a Demon Alzy and your demon is to be attacked by Brian Kennedy and your obsession with him really intrigues me.  You think I am going to let you get inside my head think you are going to make bend to your will I think not . I thin you need to be taught a lesson and sent to the back of the line because when it is all said and done  I am going to be a champion and come January at the next ppv is when I will mask until then all you just fuck off. I am who I am and when I want to reveal I will.

 

Alzy come Overdrive 50 your demons will come true and your worst nightmare will be unveiled and you will receive the same fate as your buddy Brian Kennedy. In hiding because I a mysterious person has beaten them. See ya soon and try not to piss yourself on the way to the ring because  My words are very intimidating. Your time is running out!!!

 

The Masked Avenger taunts the cameras as  smoke fills the area and suddenly The Avenger is nowhere to be seen as the cameras fade to black.

 

 

Salt Lake City…..Emily is here

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Off Camera

 

Emily Desmond looks across Salt Lake City, Utah having arrived earlier today from New York City. This time of year was hard as it was 15 years ago that her mom, her real mom, Selena Desmond, had been killed in a savage attack carried out by people that were looking for her dad Christopher, aka Chris, Desmond. They had broke in, guns ready, and Selena had grabbed Emily’s hand, who was 5 at the time, and ran for the back door….

 

Selena: Go! We have to run!

 

Emily was being pushed out the back door, and all Emily knew was it was what her mom had kept warning about, the thing that Selena had practiced for. Emily runs out the back door, hearing both gunshots and shouts, but also her mom’s footsteps behind her. Her mom’s hand was in hers, and suddenly Selena stumbled as if she had found a depression in the ground. The fall tore her hand from young Emily’s and it made Emily turn around. Selena was holding her upper stomach. When she pulled her hand away there was blood. Selena looks at Emily, trying to stay upright.

 

Selena: Run! Go! Someone will come for you, I promise. You have to hide.

 

Emily stares at her mom, but the shouts in the house are coming closer.

 

Selena: Emily Christine! RUN!

 

Emily started running toward the woods near their house, but then she had an idea. She ran to the playground that was sort of on the same course. She got to it and turned around, and so far the people weren’t after her. She climbed up on the equipment and then slide about a quarter of the way down one of the tubes and waited, trying to catch her breath, and also trying not to cry out loud. As she wipes at the tears she hears voices, and footsteps so she waits, almost holding her breath, then she hears the voices trail towards the woods. She waited for what seemed an eternity, and then she heard a voice. She had looked out and all the people were gone. The voice came from her father, who was kneeling over Selena’s body. Emily carefully climbed down as Chris got closer until she was certain he would see her, and she finally exited the last few feet. Chris is almost frantic until he sees her standing there, her face with streaks from where the tears had ran through the dirt. He runs up to her, kneels down and hugs her to him. She pulls back and looks him in the face, then over his shoulder towards her mom’s body. Chris follows her gaze.

 

Chris: Yes honey, I’m sorry.

 

Emily looks into his dark green eyes, trying to comprehend that her mom was indeed gone, would never be there for an encouraging word, a hug, tucking her into bed. She swallows her tears, trying to gain composure but the man she knew as her father was crying to. He hugs her to his warm body before she pulls away again.

 

Emily: She’s dead, isn’t she?

 

Chris: Yeah. I won’t ever ask this of you again unless you want to, but I need you to tell me exactly what happened here today.

 

Emily goes into an incredibly well described scene for a 5 year old, but then when it comes to Selena falling to the ground Emily can’t hold back the pain and tears she’s feeling. She starts crying and Chris comforts the dark hair child. He looks around before he backs her up a step to wipe her face.

 

Chris: Emily we can’t stay here. The bad people might come back.

 

Emily: Why? Why did they do this?

 

Chris lets out a sigh, wondering how to put his complicated life….their complicated life into words that Emily would understand.

 

Chris: Ok when you’re older, you have to be at least 12, I’ll tell you everything. For now we’ll pack a few things for you and then we’ll leave.

 

Emily: Where are we going?

 

Chris: I have a friend who has a home in Tokyo, well an apartment. We’ll go there, I know she won’t mind when I tell her.

 

Emily: Her?

 

Chris: Trust me, Anna really is a friend, a friend who could never turn her back on us.

 

They go inside, and Emily makes her way to her room, which looks exactly the same as it did when she had got up. Nothing had been disturbed by the bad people so Emily goes and finds a small suitcase. She pulls open a couple drawers as her father appears in the doorway.

 

Chris: Don’t worry too much about clothes past a two or three days. We’ll buy you new stuff. But take any mementos you want. I’ll have someone come and pack up the house, but take stuff you want now.

 

Emily grabs the stuffed bear that her mom had given her on her birthday, and then finds the picture of her with both of her parents, during a time that seemed simple, well simple to a 5 year old. She also has a picture where its just her mom and puts that in the suitcase. She opens the dresser and pulls out a few shirts, undies, nightgown, and a couple pairs of pants. Knowing that one day she could get the rest back makes it a bit simpler. She can hear her father on the phone.

 

Chris: Its….its bad. I need a huge favor from you. Yes I’m catching a flight to Savannah and then…..I need your help Anna. I’ll explain a lot better when I see you.

 

Emily closes her suitcase and goes out to see her dad making another call. He raises a hand to her to indicate just a minute.

 

Chris: Yes…..Yes I need someone to come and pack up the house, especially Emily’s stuff. OK yes, we won’t be here…….I prefer to wait until I’m certain where I’m going but she’ll be with me…..thank you.

 

He looks at Emily who has her suitcase in hand. Chris walks over and and takes the suitcase and looks at her, concern and love in his eyes.

 

Chris: Why….don’t you wash up a bit honey. We don’t want people wondering why one of us looks like I kidnapped her.

 

Emily nods and goes in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she can see why her dad was a bit concerned. Her hair was going every direction and she looked like she had been playing in mud. She goes back to her room, pulls out a new shirt and pants, then goes in the bathroom. She picks up the washcloth and washes her face, arms and hands. She changes into the clean clothes and is trying to brush her hair when her dad comes in. He smiles at her and takes the hair brush. In moments he has it pulled back in a ponytail and she grabs a ribbon on the counter.

 

Emily: Can you do it? Mommy always did.

 

Chris takes the ribbon and ties it around the ponytail also. He kneels down and looks her over. He nods.

 

Chris: Way better. You ready?

 

Emily: Do we really have to go?

 

Chris: Em, sweetheart, if we stay here they might figure it out and come back and …..I can’t lose you too. These people are bad people, and I’m not sure they wouldn’t hurt you just because you’re a kid. So yes.

 

Emily: Where we going?

 

Chris: We’re catching a flight to Savannah, Georgia and we’ll stay with my friend for two or three days while we get things figured out with traveling to Tokyo, and then we’ll catch a flight, or a few flights, and go there. I wish…..I wish I could give you time to say goodbye to your friends and all.

 

Emily: Can we stop by the school? My favorite jacket is there and I can say bye to my teacher.

 

Chris smiles, and strokes her head the way Selena use to.

 

Chris: We can, you just can’t tell her anything beyond that …..blame me. Tell her that my job calls for us to immediately leave. If she asks….

 

Emily: Mommy always say be careful what I say unless you or her says it’s ok.

 

Chris: Your mom was right.

 

He straightens up and goes out to the living room and she follows. He picks the suitcase up again and then opens the door for her. He looks outside then he lets her out first. She stops and looks back into the house she had shared with her mom, painful memories erupting, but she refuses to cry. She goes down the steps as her dad closes the door. They make their way to the car that is out front, and he helps her into the back of the car. She waits as he buckles her in, and then he goes around and puts the suitcase in the back seat next to her. He starts the car and Emily cant help but look at the house again. She would almost swear that she sees her mom waving goodbye and it brings new tears to her eyes. She cries quietly for a moment before her father is handing her a tissue….well several. She takes them and dries her eyes and blows her nose.

 

Chris: No one will hurt you again, at least people like this.

 

Emily lets out a sigh and turns around and looks back into the suite. The memories sometimes feel as fresh as the day they had happened. She remembers the stop at the school and she said good by her teacher as her dad withdrew her officially. They had flown to Savannah and Emily met the woman who would love her like a mother, Lynn’s heart had gone out to Emily, and eventually Emily had come to love Lynn like a mother. In fact when she was in high school Lynn had officially adopted Emily, but had told Emily she didn’t have to take her last name, that she could go by Desmond.

 

Emily walks into the suite then had taken at the Grand America, the the presidential suite, and it was more luxurious than she had hoped for Salt Lake City. But then she couldn’t remember when she had ever been here, so she had a skewed view of what it would be like. She had heard that the Mormon church (Well if we go by what they say Church of Latter Day Saints of Jesus Christ) controlled everything. What she had seen on the news thus far didn’t make it seem like they did, well not true, they did have their hand in a couple different election results, but still, it wasn’t involvement like she thought it would be. Emily knows that this show would be a bit different, but she also feels she has a decent chance to win. She walks into the room and her dad is looking at his laptop and shakes his head. He seems Emily and nods towards his computer.

 

Chris: Have you seen what Larissa said?

 

Emily: You mean she really did say something?

 

Chris: Apparently you might have hit a nerve.

 

Emily: She’ll be lucky I don’t take a bat to her. Do I even…..do I want to see this?

 

Chris: I hope so. I called the tv station down the street and was able to rent a camera crew for a bit. They’ll be here in about…half hour.

 

He stands up, holding the laptop. Emily takes the seat he had been in and he hands her the laptop. She makes herself comfortable, and hits play…….

 

A few minutes later Emily closes the laptop.

 

Emily: Come on dad, is she for real?

 

Chris raises an eyebrow at her and cocks his head to the left. Emily rolls her eyes and then puts the laptop on the end table next to the chair. She stands up and stretches.

 

Chris: What are you doing?

 

Emily: Changing my shirt and brush my hair….and get something. I need a few minutes before you put me on camera. So get them set up, and I’ll be ready.

 

Emily goes into one of the bedrooms and shuts the door. She goes over to the closet and finds the shirt she wants. She takes off the tshirt she had been wearing and puts on the light pink, nearly white, silk shirt. She steps into the bathroom and brushes her hair. When she comes back out she walks over to a duffle bag and pulls out what is probably her most cherished possession….the Alternative title belt. She looks at it, grabs the washcloth off the dresser, and rubs it across the face, making sure its clean. She hears a knock, and hears her dad’s voice. She opens the door and the camera crew are setting up. Chris looks at her and she smiles and goes over to him.

 

Emily: Relax Dad, I have this.

 

Chris nods, and goes to the camera crew, directing them to focus on the chair Emily had been sitting in earlier. She grabs a water out of the refrigerator, opens it and takes a couple drinks so her mouth hopefully won’t go totally dry. She picks her way over a couple electrical cords and sits down, placing the water bottle on the table next to the laptop, and the title belt in her lap. Granted the belt isn’t on the line at this show, but she is still Alternative champion, a position she loves having. The camera crew look at her.

 

Emily: I’m ready whenever you guys are.

 

On Camera

 

Emily Desmond is sitting in an armchair, next to a table that currently holds a laptop and a bottle of water. Her dark hair is loose, with a piece of it tucked behind an ear, and she’s wearing a silk shirt, but one can tell it’s not a perfect white, but it’s hard to determine the color. .She has her legs crossed, and in her lap is the thing that sets her apart from others in SCW, the Alternative title. A title she’s held 537 days, an incredible feat not just in SCW, but anywhere. She looks up at the ceiling for a moment, and then she gazes out the nearby door that opens onto a small balcony where one can look down at Salt Lake City’s east side, clear up to the University of Utah. The outside crew are preparing for Christmas, finishing up a few small last details. Emily takes a deep breath, and lets it out, almost with a sigh, and then she looks at the camera.

 

Emily: Larissa…..has no one ever told you that you should do your homework before you climb in the ring with someone. Especially where I’ve been in SWAT nearly two years, so it’s not like you have to search very hard to come up with intelligent things to say. Instead you chose to wholy focus on what I did say and you actually gave me a headache. You might ask why, and its because so many things in what you said are….so incredulous that I can’t believe you even dared to say them. They only served to make you look …..well I won’t say stupid, as that’s not what it does, but makes you look……well like you didn’t do your research. So along the way I hope to clarify a few things.

 

Now first off I’m glad you have something to occupy your mind, but I’m starting to think that you shouldn’t just make it a side thing you have going on, but make it not just your primary concern, but your only concern. But then if you make the mistakes that you made in approaching our match, mall restoring won’t be very profitable for you either.

 

You start off with something that screams you didn’t do some looking, because if you had you would know that I’m very well versed in submission. Hell I had a submissions only match back at Spring Meltdown and I took on a man who knows me better than anyone. I faced my own tag partner and even he knows that they man who trained me, who was in SCW years ago, is a submissions expert! In fact he taught me all he knew about submissions. Before you try saying he was some newbie or such, keep trying. The man has held titles around the world, hell he held the SCW tag titles twice, so obviously he knows his shit. You could have even asked Alzy about him, as they have faced each other, or about me for that matter, but again your lack of checking your facts screams so loud. So you know how to do an armbar, or as you put it, several of them. Yay for you? If that was meant to scare me, it didn’t even register on the meter. So let’s keep going.

 

I would hope that you respect me, given how long I’ve held this…..

 

Emily taps the Alternative title in her lap.

 

And yes, I said your win over Jessica was a fluke. Well I’m sorry but I must stand by my words there, something had to be off in Jessica’s mind to even allow it to happen, and then you went and broke her arm even! Was that so she wouldn’t come racing at you for a rematch? Was that it was the only way you could win? I……I have to ask it because all of SCW wants to know why take it to that extreme, a simple submission move would have been just as effective. I’ve put people in….you name it, sharpshooter, figure four leglock, and a crossface, which is the one I’m most effective with, but I didn’t put them in it to injure them so they can’t compete for a few months. If that’s how you show respect my heart goes out to your other competitors in the months to come. Because seriously Larissa, that’s not how you do it. I don’t care if you’re training to be a wrestler, or even MMA. In fact breaking an arm might be seen as tame in MMA but this isn’t UFC or the like, this is WRESTLING. We want slow our opponents down, not risk a potential career ending injury.

 

Emily picks up the water bottle, and takes a long drink. As she replaces the cap she seems lost in her thoughts, but she’s not there for long.

 

You know Larissa when I started watching what you had to say, for a moment I was confused. Not because I had some blow to the head or such, but because you talk about the Dragon’s Lair. You know the only dragon I know around here is…..Jessica. Wait, did …..are you one of her dragons? Because if you were I wouldn’t hide it. But I have a feeling that you’re not because Jessica carefully picks the ladies, well anyone who is allowed to say they are one of her dragons, and seriously I’m pretty damn sure that she wouldn’t take you, partially because of your lack of training, but also because that away from the ring she would want you focused on HER enterprises. You went on and on about how you were this “red headed dragon”. Well I’m sorry but the red headed dragon that I recognize….and have a great deal of admiration and respect for….once again the name Jessica Tendonin comes to mind. You talk about how her ego will be knocked down, but are you really that dense? Because all you have done is awoke the dragon, the TRUE dragon, and she will come back with one thing in mind, and that is to end your career. Keep calling yourself the dragon and you will only serve to intensify her anger towards you.

 

Larissa that’s not how you earn respect in wrestling, around here especially. If you think that you need to maim and injure everyone, pretty soon you will find that no one respects you. I know right now you really aren’t earning points with myself or with Alzy. In fact I had to check, and let’s see…..

 

Emily picks up a piece of paper that had been laying on the table as well.

 

Overdrive 47 you took on Miranda Jones, who hasn’t been heard from since, and you lost to her. Then at the very next show, Overdrive 48, is when you lost to Alzy. See Larissa, I’m saying that you beating Jessica was a fluke because…you weren’t winning! You were becoming very good at losing. I mean people would remember your name because they would say “didn’t she lose pretty much a great deal of her matches in SCW” and I’m proving you’re doing just that. Yet you think I should respect you. Well as I said, I respect Jessica. Oh I might not be her number one fan, but I respect her. Same can be said for Paige Lewis, and it’s not simply because she’s beat Jessica as well. That’s part of it, part of its because of how she’s handled herself in the ring. If you’re curious how they earned my respect its because of the poise and grace they show when they have defeated someone, even when that person is my own tag partner. They don’t come off as an obnoxious …….well bitch. Sorry but it’s true. For me you seem to try and come off as some egotistical “I only care about myself” person when you’ve barely done anything that is noteworthy. So that is why I’ve said you are a fluke, and you don’t have any of my respect. You can try and play the “cool as a cucumber” all you want, but eventually you will show that you are a narcissist and that when it boils down to it, you’ll never have that respect that so many of us crave. Not many in SCW can I say I have it for them, but the few know who they are.

 

Emily lays the piece of paper back down, and picks up the water bottle again. This time after she takes a drink, she tightens the lid back on but then sort of tosses back and forth, not a great distance, in fact less than an inch, but it seems she needs something for her hands to do.

 

So you hold the “secondary” title. I see…..and I don’t? Because you see Larissa, this title…

 

Emily lays the bottle in her lap and picks up the Alternative title as if for effect.

 

Is at least the secondary title, hell maybe even equal to the World Heavyweight title that is held by Paige. See Larissa I took this title and I made it being so prestigious. I made it a title that people want to hold for a few reasons. One is…well as I said it’s possibly even equal to the World title, but because if they do beat me, they have beaten one of the best. See I didn’t win this title yesterday. In fact June 17, 2017 is when I won it, defeating a man who some thought couldn’t be stopped, I beat Priest for it. In fact look what happened when I did defeat him, he left SCW. I know it’s said he’s returned to the fed that he was once so well known for, and he did take me on in a rematch, but he lost. I’ve put this title on the line several times since then, each time in different type of matches, and I have several more in mind. I just have to figure out how feasible they are, but Larissa you’re lucky, ours is a simple wrestling match, one that I plan on winning.

 

Emily sets the title back in her lap, and then starts drumming her fingers on the gold that is shining and reflecting the light.

 

I can’t……you say that you respect people in this company, then you threaten one of the top people with the breaking your neck line, ending your career line. Hell I would thought you were smarter than a rock, but do you realize you could paralyze someone? Would you be able to look at yourself in the mirror if you heard that your opponent would never walk again, never be able to use their arms? While I may not like many around here, I would NEVER threaten to end a career. See that’s the type of shit that will earn you less respect, even lose it. You have no class or couth when it comes to this business and you have no right to be here. In fact your attitude here can dribble over into your other career. I have to wonder how you would feel if you lost clients because they heard you being a bitch and threatening like you do. But still you said that no one was above you except Paige and I disagree a great deal with that because it’s not like I’m not defending this title. I am, plus ….and I hope she’s fine, but when was the last time we saw Paige? Hell when she didn’t show up for TLC is when I closed my eyes and hoped they find her in one piece and not hacked into little pieces. But seriously Larissa for you to think that my title means less than yours…..your attitude seriously is starting to sicken me.

 

Emily picks up the water bottle, but she doesn’t take a drink. She holds it, but one can tell that her hand is tightening around it.

 

I’m not wanting your title Larissa, never mind that I could beat you for it if I wanted, then I would hold two titles in SCW. No, I have my eyes on a different title, and as you were so kind to point out, Paige is the one who holds it. I hope to get a shot at it at some point, but in the meantime Larissa I’m going to teach you what respect means. When I’m done, you will respect me. You might not like me…..but you’ll respect me. I’m not going to threaten to break your bones, or end your career like you did, I’m simply going to put you through hell and when it’s over, you’ll know you should be careful what you say.

 

Emily stands up, holding the Alternative title with one hand. She drops the water bottle into the chair she was sitting in and the camera fades to black.

 

Goal Accomplished

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It had been just months since my debut in wrestling, with SCW, and now, I was one of the top people in the company. Sure, one loss to Alzy had set me back, but since then, I’d been on fire. I was standing in the mall that I was helping to rebuild, in my second home of Cleveland, Ohio, home to the Rolling Acres Mall, which I was helping to get going again. It had been rebuilt, the frame had anyway. I was standing on a concrete floor, as the flooring had not been put down yet. The stores had not been built. What this mall was, was a shell. As I spoke, a smile crossed my face.

Larissa: Emily Desmond. Another champion in the company. But you aren’t facing just another champion. You’re facing a submission machine, and remember one thing. The armbar isn’t the only hold I know. The fact is that you’re definently going to be feeling a lot of them, if not all of them. But enough on that.

Right now, the mall was nothing but a frame. But soon it would be flourishing again. I was actually surprised that Amazon gave us the rights to the building, as they’d had it since 2015. But they had told us why, which would be revealed at a later time. My red hair was pushed back, as I sported my usual red gear, but with a red and white suit along with my trademark red glasses as well.

Larissa: Emily, while the respect is indeed there, let me warn you. You’re walking into the Dragon’s Lair. And when you walk in, you don’t walk out in one piece. You mentioned what I did to Jessica, writing it off as somewhat a fluke? No honey. It was not. I am trained in submissions and in MMA, so I know how to break limbs and force submissions. It’s not something that came out as a fluke. And I will show you just how little of a fluke it was when I snap your arm too.

 

My confidence soon turned into rage. After hearing what had been said about the win, there were things I wanted to do to her that would be talked about shortly. I collected myself momentarily, but I knew it wasn’t going to last. Since the win though, I had lost my arrogance which had since turned into ruthless aggression. It had turned to rage as well. As the rage fires on, I continue on with my own promo.

Larissa: Emily, by writing my win off as non legit, you awakened the dragon. This redheaded dragon is in no mood to be called a fluke winner. Let me ask you. If my win was a fluke, then what does that make the fact that I’m currently the secondary champion, after beating the seemingly unbeatable Jessica Tendonin? I promise you that when she comes back, her ego will be knocked down a peg. And you’re next. The fact that you even IMPLIED that my win was a fluke makes me want to break every limb in your body and beat you over the head with them, and after that, it makes me also want to break your neck and end your career. But see, even though I want to, I must not. Why not? Because unlike some, I do have some mercy in me, and I would never want to end the career of someone as promising as you. But the fact is that I do want to hurt you for what you said about the biggest win of my career.

As I walked through what would be the first floor of stores, noting that the escalators were not in yet but had arrived. Our mechanic would need to put them in later. But the fact was that the mall would be open soon but right now it was a whole lot of nothing but would soon be as beautiful as my own face. But for now, it was the way it was.

 

Larissa: But Emily, while my loss to Alzy was a setback, it was my first ever match. I’m not making excuses for something in the past, but the fact is that match is in the past, but I am the future. And this title says just that. I am not one to be arrogant, but I feel like I am the future of this fine company. And with this title, there’s only one above me. And that is Paige’s. When ever she comes out of hiding, I’m coming for her. But for now, it will be you that eats your own words. You call me a fluke. But I’m going to prove you otherwise in a matter of only days. The facts are that you just aren’t the person to take this from me. But for now, ciao. I have better things to do.

 

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Off Camera

 

As my promo ended, and the camera was put away, I stood in the middle of what would soon be the all new Rolling Acres Mall. However, I wouldn’t get to do much as my communicator watch beeped, meaning Charlie had another mission for me to do. As I listened to what he said, I smiled a bit.

 

Charlie: Scarlett, we have another situation. This time, in the jungles of Rwanda. Apparently, whoever it was stole a lion and is going to skin them for a lion hide rug. But I know you can stop them. The facts are that the person spotted had black hair and blue eyes. They left for Rwanda from Toronto at about 4 pm today. As it is now 4:25, I have emailed your ticket to you. Agent Scarlett, we wish you luck. And remember, you have until Wendesday at 8 pm to bring that thief home and return the lion unharmed to Rwanda. Good luck.

 

 

 

Agent Scarlett: Alright, I’m on it. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I can tell you right now, that lion will be returned safely, or I will forfeit my badge and everything that makes me a detective. There’s no way in hell I’m letting this case slip away from me. You can count on me.

 

I stated confidently as I printed out my pass and boarded the plane. Within about six hours, I had reached destination. The destination being Kigali, Rwanda. I then took a jeep ride to the jungle, to investigate the area. At this time, everyone was sleeping, so I couldn’t investigate more yet until morning, as it was four AM. But I roamed the jungle, looking for clues, as the scene ended.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mayan Warning

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It had been weeks. Princess Kiya could not locate Paige Lewis. She always knew where her young protege was. She knew other persons were trying to locate Paige, but it was important that SHE find her. If someone else were to find Paige Lewis, it would not be good. She needed to maintain her control.

Princess Kiya was meditated. Or, she seemed to be. In truth, the strange woman was yet again trying to locate Paige Lewis. The harder she looked, the more frustrated she became. If Paige Lewis were found by someone else…everything would be ruined. She did not have time to train another protege. Time was running short. Very short indeed.

Princess Kiya: Paige…help me find you.

And then, she felt a pang. Deep in her being. Not her soul; she hadn’t had one of those in ages. She didn’t know what it meant, but it was not good. Princess Kiya sat up, shaking. She wiped the blood away from her nose. Paige Lewis was beyond even her now. She screamed. The inhuman screech rent forth and made the chamber shake.

*****

Later, with a live feed being broadcast directly to SCW’s official website, Princess Kiya began cutting her first promo.

Princess Kiya: They call you Fury…The Wrath of the Desert. Cute monikers for a mortal. You don’t know the desert like I do. Three thousand years ago, I crossed the desert. I was goal oriented, and would not let anyone stand in my way. Not even my own father. He betrayed me. He wasn’t the first mortal to do so, nor will he be the last.

You see, I’m from the New Kingdom. I’m from a time where if someone breathed wrong in my presence, I’d carve out their lungs on the spot. If a man even thought of touching me, he’d be dismembered in front of his family. So, I understand I’m supposed to be impressed by you, Fury. I’m not. A has been does not impress me. Someone who is just…here…does not impress me. You, Fury, do not impress me.

The rag wearing woman paused for a moment, her eyes seeming to pierce the lens of the camera.

Princess Kiya: I understand your heritage is of Mexico. I don’t pretend to be very knowledgeable on your culture, but I do know a small bit about the ancient civilizations of the area. Most of you mortals, a few years ago, were concerned about the end of the world. And then, you all woke up the next day, had a sigh of relief, and went to work. December 21st, 2012. You mortals are so obsessed with the end times. And believe me, they will come.

But the Mayan Calendar did not predict the end of the world. No, it predicted, and pinpointed the exact date of when the world would once again feel my wrath. You see, my Lord Set granted me immortality. In exchange for my soul, I was given everything I wanted. But the mortals of my time feared my growing power, so they locked me away. I was buried in the desert, because they couldn’t kill me. The fools thought they could lock me away for an eternity.

I told you I’m not impressed by you, Fury, and it’s nothing personal. Mortals just don’t impress me very much. Since I stepped back into the world of the living, I’m only been impressed by a handful of you. Paige Lewis is obviously one of them. I’ve decided to step into the ring to show everyone that I am a force the likes of which most of the living have never seen. You will all learn to fear me.

The Mayans feared me before I was even born. My father feared me on his throne, so he went and found a wench to impregnate, and steal my throne away. My baby brother…it only took one hand. He didn’t even get a chance to cry. I’m almost sad of that…it may have sustained me. I want to hear you scream, Fury. I want to see that look of helplessness in your eyes as you realize you are no match for me.

I will win this Mega Cup Series, and then, I will silence everyone. Nobody will stand in the way of my plans. I will carve out a canal, fill it with the blood of you mortals, and then wade through it on my way to my destiny. I want you to make peace with your demons, Fury. Because when we meet in the ring…I am going to hurt you really, really bad.

With that, it was over. Princess Kiya lunged at the camera and the broadcast ended.

Masked Avenger, its time to quit hiding

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The camera opens and Alzy Hawkhsaw is standing, looking the picture windows that over English Bay in Vancouver, British Columbia and admires the view. The sun is starting to set, and is reflecting off the water of the bay in an inviting way, but Alzy knows that if he steps outside he will become cold faster than one would think. Plus he was waiting for the camera crew that was setting up by his fireplace, where a fire was burning. Alzy knows little about his opponent, well with the exception of they seem to share a hatred. But then that’s what the camera crew is about and a guy comes over and taps Alzy on the shoulder. Alzy jumps, so lost in his thoughts he had actually not seen the guy approaching him. Alzy stops to pick up what looks like a scrap of material then takes his place before the camera.

 

Alzy: So….masked avenger, what a name. I had hoped at TLC you would do us all a favor and not just unmask but shut up that asshole known as Brian Kennedy. Yes I’ve watched you when you’ve entered the ring and you’ve done what an awful lot of us around here would love to do, and that is shut Kennedy up once and for all. As you can probably guess he is not my favorite person, and you’d be right. He only seems to speak up when either he’s in a match for a title, or when his partner Jessica is around to prod him into speaking up. Instead we’re treated to little snippets of him and his buddies…..or as he would probably put it, his homies, are sitting around getting high and drinking. Seriously I see that shit and hell my son knows what I do for a living, but I don’t dare let him watch SCW for fear that you will encourage him to do things that….I don’t approve of. I would say illegal but pot is now legal in Canada. Not one of my favorite things to hear, but it seems these days I’m greatly outnumbered, at least among those that I frequently hang out with. Now drinking? Hell I use to be able to ptu them back with the best, but I will openly admit I once entered rehab for alcohol use. Oh I can have a drink once in a while, but I’m careful to not keep open containers around, and if I’m out with someone, its one drink and that’s it. Now if pot is your thing, whatever makes you happy. I think it’s stupid and dumb and all its ever done for me? Give me a migraine. But this….this is the life that the great Brian Kennedy would have us believe that he can do, and still be champion. Hell he’s still a tag champion.

 

I have to ask a question that many others have mentioned to me, and that is why the hell didn’t you attack him at TLC? He needs to be shut up once and for all. You seem to have the right idea yet….I never try to wish ill will on someone, but Kennedy definitely needs it. Although you’re lack of follow through has me wondering if you aren’t one of Kennedy’s buddies, and was trying to put on this show that “Oh we’re out to get him” and instead it’s a ploy to try and throw us all off. Well Masked Avenger, during out match, at some point I will get this……

 

Alzy unfolds a piece of material and its a mask what Avenger wears.

 

I plan on ripping this off your head, and revealing who you are exactly. Know now if you are one of his buddies, I will proceed to beat the loving crap out of you. Why? Because you made us give a shit about you. You made us hate him even more. If you’re with him? It means you were brought in for deception, and that we can’t have. Now if you are truly against him, then I would think the fight would be small, hell maybe agree with me and show up without a mask. You did that, and you’re not one of his butt buddies, then I would shake your hand. Yes it would be after I beat you, but I would still do it. Hell if you said “hey I need some help” I would probably help you.

 

So Avenger, whoever you are, unmask, come to the ring, and face me….like a man. Hell show up without the mask so that Kennedy knows precisely who he’s facing, that you’re not hiding any more. That alone…will sell seats.

 

So how about it? After I beat you, fair and square, then we go and find Kennedy and give him a kick in the ass that he’s been so deserving of for so long. Until then….I’m waiting, and I’m not hiding. I’m right here to be seen.

 

Camera fades to black.

Larissa the clock is ticking

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The camera opens and we see Emily Desmond looking out at Central Park as the wind whips her hair about. She pushes her dark hair back, and lets out a sigh. She wasn’t necessarily thinking of her last match, nor of the one coming, but of family, mainly her sister. Her mom had asked Emily to talk to Marie, to tell her she was entering a place she had no business in. She remembers that talk…..

 

Emily walks towards Marie sitting on  solitary beach, nodding her head at the camera crew that had just packed up to leave. Emily stops to let the straggler go before she walks up and sits down next to Marie, looking the same direction her sister way, which was across a dark ocean. The wind is starting to get cooler, so Emily pulls her jacket tighter to fend off some of the cool breeze and looks at her sister, who seems to be seeing …..nothing.

 

Emily: Marie….I…

 

Marie: Save it.

 

Emily: Marie, mom asked me to talk to you.

 

Marie: So I heard.

 

Emily: Are you sure that this…..this is really want?

 

Marie finally looks at her, but its not a look saying she wants to hear what Emily has to say. Instead its a look of anger, as if Marie knows what Emily will say.

 

Emily: I’m just…..well worried about you. Hell Marie this is not like you, going behind mom’s back not once but twice!

 

Marie: I didn’t go…..ok I went behind her back once, but that’s it.

 

Emily: So you got ahead because you asked Mom for help?

 

Marie pulls her knees up tighter, hugging them to her. Emily waits for a moment, leaning back and supporting herself with her arms. Finally Marie says something. [/color]

 

Marie: Ok I admit pulling the crap I did wasn’t the best move, but it did have the effect I wanted and I won a title and…..

 

Emily: And do you realize they think you’re some kind of slut who opens her legs for any guy with power?

 

Marie looks at her sister with anger and disbelief.

 

Emily: Its true Marie! Ok yeah everyone gets how you got a contract, although I still can’t believe our grandfather signed it too. But that title you like? And how you got in that match and…..Marie think about it!

 

Marie stands up, angry at her sister for what she’s said. Emily stands up too and the sisters are an arm length apart, but one knows blows will be exchanged, just who will throw the first one.

 

Emily: I’m thinking of you, of ….of this family’s reputation. I want people to look at us and remember our family legacy. You seem ready to piss all over it!

 

Marie: I am not! I’m doing precisely what our mother did at my age! In fact I’m 17, not 16 like she was! Come on! Get off my ass!

 

Marie stomps away, leaving Emily on a desolate beach. Emily looks down  at the ground then looks up to see Marie passing by Brian, who raises a hand to wave at Emily. Emily waves back and then starts towards the house also, but instead of going in, she goes around it. She gets in the rental car and backs out of the driveway, and quickly leaves. She knows when she’s wanted, and when she’s not wanted. Right now she’s not wanted, at least if it means she’s there on Lynn’s order. Emily doesn’t know how to get through to Marie, and her younger sister weighs on her mind as she heads back through Savannah.

 

Emily shakes her head, wishing she could have got through Marie’s thick head what she was doing exactly but then if Lynn was stubborn, if Emily was stubborn, Marie was twice as stubborn as both of them. Emily had told her mom exactly what Marie was doing and what she said, and then Emily left Savannah quickly. She did love her mom, but there were times when Lynn could wear on the nerves and Emily didn’t really it. Not after what happened at TLC.

 

Emily turns and leans on the railing and looks into the apartment where some old movie was on tv, she can’t even remember what it was. It just happen to be one that both Sean and her usually enjoyed. It was that type of movie you put on and even though you can recite the dialogue, it was nice to get lost in it for a couple hours. Sean has fallen asleep, and Emily smiles. They had kept the lovey-dovey stuff to a minimum when they were at an event, although away from the fans Emily can’t ask for more. If she told Sean needed to go see her dad, or call Alzy and needed some privacy, he was one to not really question anything.

 

Then there was the mysterious manila envelope that the doorman had signed for while she was in London. Emily had taken it, tipped the nice gentleman, but she hadn’t opened it, almost afraid of what was in it. Now it sat on the table in front of the couch, waiting for when she dared to open it. She almost fears its something bad, that it was something she didn’t want to know. In fact right now she should be focusing on the next event in Utah, where she’d be facing Larissa. Even Emily has to admit her surprise that Larissa had done something that not too many in SCW, herself included, and that was beat Jessica. Ok yes, one could argue that Jessica was worn down from already having wrestled that evening, in fact had faced Emily.

 

Emily also remembers that match, all too well. They couldn’t do it, they couldn’t stop Empire or DEA or Dragons or whatever they wanted to call themselves this week. But there was still a chance that they could get a shot for the tag titles, and that was simply to earn it. Given that at the moment there weren’t very many tag teams in the company that should be an easy thing. Yes it was rumored that SCW had signed some new people, but then the other thing Emily knows is that doesn’t really matter for now.

 

Emily forces her mind back to Larissa, and she shakes her head. She didn’t know what this young lady did when she wasn’t wrestling, but to take on Jessica was a feat in itself. Emily knows what it’s like to step in the ring with Jessica, to know that you’re looking at someone who was trying to obtain being perfect when it came to the sport. Emily has felt the blows upon herself. But could anyone deny what she did, what she’s done? She’s gave her all to defending her title, and the fact that she beat Johnathan Mills at TLC brings a smile to her face. She had thought at one point, between losing to DEA and waiting for her match that she had to wonder what the hell she had been thinking but when she walked away still champion, the clock was still ticking. Emily feels in her pocket for her phone and looks at it. She had a counter that showed how many days it had been since she had won. 522 days and counting. Emily hopes to make it a full two years, but one step at a time, and while the title wasn’t on the line against Larissa, she knows she must still make a good showing, that she couldn’t just think Larissa would be an easy win. Finally she sighs and goes into the apartment, and gently wakes Sean up to get some help from him.

 

On Camera[/u]

 

Emily Desmond is sitting in a deep chair, the Alternative title across her waist. A title that has been hers for 522 days and by the time she faces Larissa it will be 532 days, something that not many people could say across all of wrestling, not just in SCW. But she’s taken on a number of challengers and held matches that people can tell she has a well to draw from thanks to her family. Chairs and Cuffs, your standard ladder matches, street fights, submissions only, and her last show it was a cage with weapons in it. Emily had been bleeding before she get in the ring, and she also lost more blood, but it was lost while she was getting a win. This time on Overdrive she’s in the main event and she’s taking on Larissa, the newly crowned International champion. Emily starts to clap but one can’t tell if she’s sincere or being sarcastic. But we’re about to find out.

 

Emily: So Larissa you did it, you did something that not many around here can claim, and that is beat Jessica Tendonin. But then I think Jessica’s age is starting to catch up to her. First a few months ago Paige Lewis beat her to recapture the title, and people thought Paige to be one of the most incredible wrestlers there is. Oh please, I’m not trying to take anything from Paige because she is good, but now you’ve beaten Jessica also, which means…..it feels like Jessica just isn’t herself these days. But we’re not here to talk about Jessica’s feelings, but about what will happen at Overdrive 50 and that is you and I will face.

 

Now Larissa I remember when you took on Alzy, and you gave him a hell of a fight. That type of thing is something I Alzy appreciates, as do I. Maybe it’s a family thing but at least you just didn’t go “eh” and lay down to be defeated. That type of shit pisses me off to be honest. Its like at least put up something of a fight. But then I’ve faced a few over the past days who thought I would be someone they could easily defeat. They obviously found out when I was standing over them, my hand raised, that they underestimated me, thought because of my age I couldn’t possibly know what I do, but when you are raised in a family where wrestling is….well gold, you learn a lot. Having two parents who are both wrestlers? Even better because I’ve learned from them both, from their friends from my uncles, and I think this is proof of how well of a student I was….

 

Emily pats the gold on the belt sitting in her lap. She looks down at it, then up, obviously with a great deal of pride.

 

Now Larissa, you’re stepping in the ring with….well some say that while I might not be World champion, I am one of the very best SCW has to offer, and here’s a hint on how I do it. I don’t let things away from wrestling to get to me. Oh at this moment I’m trying to referee a fight between my mom and my sister, but that’s nothing. I mean I dont have some other job to do, my job is to be a wrestler. I know that’s hard for some to understand but then I also hope to retire at a fairly young age, go to college. I know what I want to study and it’s something that would benefit wrestling if I were to do it. What is it? Maybe one day I’ll let you in on what it is. But right now my goal….my dream is pretty simple and that is to not only hold the Alternative title for 2 years or more, but also one day i hope to become the SCW World Heavyweight championship. But I’m getting ahead of myself, because first I must face you in the ring. I’ve watched the few matches you’ve had in SCW and in fact I have to wonder how you did it, how you pulled out the wins you did. Now you lost to Alzy, so having the first hand knowledge of my tag partner has helped a great deal. However I know to not become too …..complacent? Too sure? Basically I better not overlook you just based just on your size because size can be deceiving but I do hope you realize I lift weights as heavy as you. I know that you are a technician but that really doesn’t matter to me because I was trained by not just my mom, who’s known for a bit of high flying and a lot of brawling, but by her tag partner, who is as technical in the ring as you could want, and who is a master of submission, which he taught to me. Hell many would think I would use a sharpshooter as my submission move, which is because it’s what my mom would do, but no I use a crossface, which is what he uses. Think about it, do you really want someone who was trained by one of the best, do you want her applying a move to you that is difficult to get out of? Oh I’m sure you’ll say that cause of your light weight, or that you are technically better than me, or any of another dozen reasons as to why you could break away from it, only to try and do something similar to me.

 

Larissa, I know there are some in SCW who might be afraid of you right now, thinking “what did she do that stopped Jessica?” and it wasn’t you, in a way it was Jessica’s body that was what did in Jessica. It’s not like you got her in some form of submission to win. In fact….I went back, I watched TLC again and it was luck. Plain and simple. Jessica’s body betrayed her, and even then she tried to fight back against you while….well I’m sure the pain was exquisite and off the charts but she worked through it. Hell you should be praising the woman! But then I have to ask what kind of wrestler, hell what kind of person you are. Instead of saying “hey look she’s definitely not 100%” you went on and used that broken arm to your advantage. I hope Jessica comes look for her rematch, I know I for one will be there to cheer her on. Yeah, she might not be my buddy, and we don’t hang out, but I respect her. After seeing that match? I respect her even more. As for you Larissa, I see someone who saw an advantage, one that ….ok almost anyone, myself included, would have capitalized on but doesn’t it sit in the back of your mind that you didn’t defeat a woman who was 100%. That has to be a hard thing to deal with. I hope you don’t come into our match thinking you’ll be able to defeat me as easy. There is no ladder, instead you have to actually pin me or make me submit and I dont go down in a few moves. So be prepared to bring the fight, because that is exactly what I’ll give you….a fight.

 

Camera fades to black.

The Black Ship of Armand

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Marcus Anderson is on the dance floor, surrounded by women dancing with him. An ordinary day? Maybe. Chris Parsons is at a nearby table with several empty glasses on the table that belong to him and Marcus. A rathe busty waitress is taking a new drink order while Chris sips at what appears to be the fru-fruiest drink in the club.

CHRIS PARSONS: Two more Patriotic Specials, sugartits.

Yes, the drink looks sort of like a bombsicle in that it is layered red, white, and blue in colors. The waitress has a name tag that literally says “Sugartits”.

SUGARTITS: Your boy doing awful fine for himself out there. He’s kind of cute in a “I’m banging illegal Justin Bieber” kind of way.

CHRIS PARSONS: He’s got enough tail out there chasing him that you would think that he was illegal Justin Bieber, but he’s twenty one. But enough about him, let’s talk about you and me…

Sugartits scoffs at Parsons and walks away to order the two drinks in question. Before the drinks come, a young man walks up to Chris Parsons and sits himself down. Chris eyes the young man, frowning as the young man seems familiar somehow.

CHRIS PARSONS: We ain’t doing autographs right now. The kid’s celebrating a win over a former RSW World champion right now.

The young man glances over to where one of the girls Marcus is dancing with has “backed that thang up” and is grinding her butt against Marcus’ hips.

YOUNG MAN: I need your help. You and Marcus share a common enemy with myself.

Chris looks at the young man with narrowed eyes. Who was he?

CHRIS PARSONS: Look, I ain’t here in the business of granting favors, punk. Move yourself along before I have to stomp you into the dirt.

The young man sits at the table with a heavy sigh.

YOUNG MAN: I don’t know who else to turn to! I would ask my cousin, but she’s locked away. My half-brother is dead. I have no way to get onto the black ship!

The Black Ship? The very one that Armand flies from show location to show location in?

CHRIS PARSONS: Jesus, kid. You sure know how to kill a party.

YOUNG MAN: I’m dead serious!

Sugartits brings the two drinks over to the table, which brings Marcus to begin sipping at it. Chris sips a little at his fresh drink while keeping the young man in sight.

CHRIS PARSONS: No sense fucking around, so try not to get offended crazy man I don’t know. Who the fuck are you and why are you trying to into Armand’s black ship? No one just calls it that unless they know what the fuck it really is, so out with it kid or I swear to fuck you’re gonna regret fucking up my night.

YOUNG MAN: My name is Johnathan Mills and my father, Thomas Mills is imprisoned onboard the black ship.

MARCUS ANDERSON: That’s horrible! Of cour-

CHRIS PARSONS: How do you know that Thomas is on the black ship and not in the pits wherever the Krimson Kharnival is at?

Johnathan looks from Marcus to Chris before answering.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I went to Gabriel Tuck and discovered that Thomas is being held for blackmail purposes. He’s blackmailing my cousin, Tabitha Osborne, to try to help him take over Sakura Shouju Stampede. I need to get him out of there before Armand decides to have him in the pits instead!

Chris Parsons breathes in deep, holding up a restraining finger to Marcus, who was about to speak again.

CHRIS PARSONS: How do you think that we can help? The black ship is in the sky most of the time.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: If you two schedule a meeting with Armand on the black ship, they will have to weigh anchor. I can climb the chain, scale the side of the ship, and enter from there. I’ll free Thomas and we can figure out how to escape from there.
For a long time the only sounds are the ones of the club, no one at the table say anything as Marcus and Chris stare at Johnathan as if he has just grown a second head on his shoulders.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: What? I once scaled a skyscraper just to play a prank on PT Merciless to show him that I could.

MARCUS ANDERSON: How stupid could you be?

CHRIS PARSONS: This from someone who had to fight once in the pits in order to escape after a failed infiltration?

Marcus just blows air up to rustle his hair in a pout, but doesn’t argue the point. Chris just chuckles as he was a part of that failed mission.

CHRIS PARSONS: Kid…I don’t know that we can help. There’s getting on Army’s radar and there’s getting dead into his sights.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Please! I’m desperate!

CHRIS PARSONS: I’m going to regret this, but what do you say, Macro?

MARCUS ANDERSON: I think we should help him. Thomas shouldn’t have to be a guest of Armand’s any longer than he has to.

Chris’ hand goes to the eye patch that normally hides underneath his sunglasses, a reminder of the hospitality of Armand von Krauss. Thomas Mills had likewise lost an eye in the pits before being rescued before.

CHRIS PARSONS: Of course you do, you’re not old enough to know better yet…fine. I’ll set up the meeting here in a bit. Aren’t you a wrestler?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I am, but I’m not booked. I decided to go on this quest to find my father after I found my cousin in the asylum.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We’re booked against Rob Riot and Frank Windsor! Should be a great match up.

Johnathan twitches a little, revealing his disgust for the mentioned wrestlers.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Bastards…

MARCUS ANDERSON: That is the stable name that they are known for. You know them?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I faced them in Wrestlewars. I nearly defeated Rob Riot in the ring before, but lost when going for the main title. They are what their name is. Bastards.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We face them in tag team action. Though I think I have watched Wrestewars before. You were on that? Frank Windsor is currently on his way to either come out of the closet or become Francine Windsor as compared to what he was before.

Parsons puts his phone away and takes a long drink.

CHRIS PARSONS: Alright. It’s set up for tomorrow. In the meantime, we have a celebration to finish…where we’re we? Another round…and two for our friend here, he’s got some catching up to do!

The next day outside at a park, the black ship hovers a few feet off of the ground as Chris Parsons, Marcus Anderson, and Johnathan Mills stand nearby.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I don’t understand the plan. I’m your agent? Why can’t I just scale the side of the ship now that it’s almost within reach?

Chris Parsons sighs, nodding to the armed security standing by the railing of the ship.

CHRIS PARSONS: Because those armed guards are watching all sides of the ship. As soon. As you climbed over the side of the ship, they would spot you and shoot you dead. So…James Bachman, you’re our agent.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Fine. Let’s be serious about things then instead of daring do.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We can’t all be idiot daredevils.

A gangplank is lowered down so that the three may climb aboard the ship. Shockingly, only two armed guards show up at the top of the plank to escort them through the maze of hallways, down an elevator, and into the main observation deck.

Armand von Krauss stands by the glass with his back to the group as he smokes his Egyptian cigarette.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You wanted to meet with me about your match with the Bastards, Herr Parsons?

Armand turns around, greeting the eyes of Chris, Marcus, and then stops when he sees Johnathan Mills. His lip curls into a distasteful sneer.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Who is this?

CHRIS PARSONS: He’s James Bachman, our agent. Is there a problem with that?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I speak not with this…tollwütiger hund. I trust. That you recall the way out…Bachman?

Johnathan blinks in confusion at first, but slowly nods.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Of cour-

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: There’s no need to speak. Just leave.

Johnathan nods again and leaves the room. Armand smiles, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Now, what about facing the Bastards in the ring troubles you?

Johnathan Mills walks down the hall, taking an elevator, and going down instead of up to the surface of the ship.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: If I were a prisoner, where would I be? The bowels of the ship.

Once the elevator hits the bottom, the doors open up to reveal a single crewman waiting to enter the room. His eyes go wide when he sees Johnathan out of place from where he should be. Johnathan grabs him by the arm, pulls him in, and strikes him in the side of the head with an elbow to stun him. He shoves the crewman face first into the wall of the elevator, applying a chicken wing.

JOHNATHAN MIILLS: Where is Thomas Mills being kept? Quickly!

CREWMAN: Last room on the left! Lemme go!

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Of course.

Johnathan releases the crewman, but smashes his face into the wall to knock him out. He drops the man onto the floor of the elevator and exits, knowing that he has a limited amount of time before the man is discovered and the alarm is sounded. He makes his way down the empty hallway to the last door on the left. It’s locked, but opens from the outside.

THOMAS MILLS: Fuck off, Armand! I won’t give you the pleasure of conversation!

Johnathan opens the door fully to see Thomas Mills sitting on a cot. He looks haggard, a wild head of hair, a beard, and one eye. A jagged hole exists where his other eye should be. He’s wearing a tan prison jumpsuit.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Dad? What have they done to you?

Thomas looks at Johnathan much as if he had seen a ghost. He blinks rapidly and stands up.

THOMAS MILLS: Johnny? I thought I lost you! You died in Hawaii!

Despite this fact, Thomas rushes to hug Johnathan.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I got better? We’ll have time to catch up later. I’ve got to get you out of here somehow before the-

The alarm sounds.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Crap on a cracker!

Back in the observation deck, Armand von Krauss chuckles.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: If that schwein decides to change the rules of the match in order to help himself get the win, I will come out and change them back. If you back me against him, Herr Parsons, he cannot win the management game.

CHRIS PARSONS: And should I like the rules that he comes up with?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then we will let the rules stay as they are.

Chris Parsons looks to Marcus and winks. They’ve been going around in circles for a bit of time now.

CHRIS PARSONS: And should I decide to change the rules of the match so that we can win easier? Will you back me then?

Armand sighs, taking out yet another of his expensive imported Egyptian cigarettes and lights it.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I see no point in going over this again. I suppose that since you have asked for my support against Rob Riot and his ilk that I will-

The alarm to the ship begins to sound, but Armand himself does not look alarmed. He dials a room on the intercom and presses a button to open the channel.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: He has finally found his father. You may kill them both now, Herr Hammerhand.

MARCUS ANDERSON: What are you talking about?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You think I don’t recognize every single soul that I have had my Hammerhand claim? The last time Blake Luthor faced Johnathan Mills, both of them died. This time things will be vastly different.

Marcus looks on in alarm, glancing from Armand to the two armed guards who are blocking the door.

MARCUS ANDERSON: Parsons? What do we do?

Chris looks from the guards, who look like they are just itching to shoot both him and Marcus if they try for the door.

CHRIS PARSONS: What if…Johnathan defeats Hammerhand?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then they may both leave, but he won’t survive the encounter.

CHRIS PARSONS: We wait, Marco. We wait and we hope.

Downstairs, Johnathan Mills and Thomas Mills are walking down the hallway to the elevator. So far, no guards have jumped out of the works. In fact, the elevator is open with the knocked out crewman still on the floor where Johnathan had left them.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Maybe Parsons did something rash like attacking Armand. They don’t seem to be onto-

“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor steps into the hallway from a side door to stand in the hallway in front of the elevator. He pops his knuckles with sharp metallic pings. Johnathan stops speaking, going pale as he sees Blake Luthor slowly advance.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: No…

BLAKE LUTHOR: You didn’t think that you would come back without me being there as well. Did you?

Johnathan backs up into Thomas, almost literally quaking in his boots.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Father, it was him. It was him who had killed me before
.
As if to remind Johnathan of what he’s dealing with, Blake punches the metallic wall. He leaves a bloody dent from the severity of his impact.

THOMAS MILLS: He can’t defeat us both, son. We have to try.

Johnathan swallows hard, keenly aware of a crewman stepping up behind Blake with a phone trained on what’s to be Johnathan’s final, final fight. Probably streaming what could be a grisly execution straight to Armand himself.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: No, father. I will do this alone.

Johnathan rushes at Blake, sidestepping a punch, and striking with an elbow to the chin that Blake ignores the impact of. He strikes Johnathan in the jaw, sending him back to the wall. His head swims from the impact. He tries to strike back with another elbow, but misses badly. Blake hits a body shot and shoves Johnathan back against the wall again.

BLAKE LUTHOR: How did you think this was going to end? I’m stronger than you.

Blake pulls Johnathan away from the wall just so he can slam him back into it and hit another body blow.

BLAKE LUTHOR: I’m better than you in every way.

Johnathan drops to his hands and knees, blood dripping from his mouth from the internal bleeding. It’s over already. Johnathan can feel it as the outer edges of his vision begin to go dark. He’s going to die again and this time bring his father with him.

BLAKE LUTHOR: I went through the veil of death just to see you sent back. It’s over, Mills.

Johnathan breathes in deeply, gathering his courage. He puts his hands together, turns, and strikes Blake in the nuts with a double axe handle.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: NEVER!

Blake doubles over, Johnathan jumping up with an uppercut to the throat. He grabs Blake by the back of the head and slams it into the metallic wall as hard as he can.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: YOU! WILL! NOT! BE! THE! END! OF! ME!

With each screamed word, Johnathan slams Blake’s head into the wall, denting it in. When he releases Blake, the pit fighter falls unconscious to the floor. Thomas Mills grabs Johnathan before he falls, the adrenaline rush having worn off.

THOMAS MILLS: It’s alright, son. I have you.
The crewman with the phone backs away as the pair head to the elevator.

This is seen on a television screen in the observation deck. Chris Parsons looks smugly at Armand.

CHRIS PARSONS: Looks like your boy has lost. Time to let us all go, Army.

Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the main window of the deck where it explodes in a shower of sparks. He crushes the smart phone feeding the stream to the television in his hand with a snarl.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You may have won today, but you won’t do so again. I will still support you against the Bastards if it is needed, but expect it to be the last time.

Chris reaches into Armand’s pocket, grabbing himself up an Egyptian cigarette, and lighting it with his own lighter.

CHRIS PARSONS: Oh, we ain’t done, Army. Not by a long shot.

MARCUS ANDERSON: You’ll pay for killing my dad!

Armand motions to the guards to let Chris and Marcus out. They meet Johnathan and Thomas at the elevator to get to the surface of the ship and escape off via the gang plank.

They look back to see Armand von Krauss standing at the railing of the ship.

MARCUS ANDERSON: He looks pissed.

CHRIS PARSONS: Just think of how he’ll look when we get even with that sorry sack of shit once and for all.

MARCUS ANDERSON: Dead…