Evolution

FLASHBACK:

The day started out like any other day, sort of. Brittany Lohan made a beeline for Orlando Cruze office to cuss him out for reasons that only made sense to her. But when she walked into the room she saw Orlando and Glory engaged in an interesting discussion. The result of the discussion led to Brittany sharing the same office space as her known enemy Glory Braddock. And with reasons unknown to her at the moment, Orlando christened them a tag team. Glory wasn’t pleased by the announcement, the scowl on her face told the story. Shocked initially, it took Brittany a moment to register what the heck just happened. Lando walked out the office with a nasty smirk on his face.

Needing answers, Brittany slammed the door behind her. Crossing her arms, she said in a very demanding tone. “What the hell was that about, Glory?! Why are we team all of a sudden?”

Glory angrily runs her hands through her long amber colored hair and then points accusingly at Brittany.  “This is all your fault!”

Brittany rolls her eyes. “How is this MY fault?”

“You just HAD to walk in the office, didn’t you?”  Glory sighs and shakes her head. “Your timing is bloody terrible!”

Brittany chuckles a bit. “Never told you this but, you’re cute when you’re angry. If we’re going to be stuck together, keep it up.”

Glory rolls her eyes. “Gee, thanks, I bloody well needed to hear that.”

The British Bombshell sighs and smacks herself on the forehead. “I just need to learn to keep my trap shut…”

Brittany shrugs, “I won’t hold my breath on that one.” Brittany walks up to Glory. She crosses her arms. She knew she was invading Glory’s personal space. Considering the intense history between them and the level of annoyance she knew Glory had at her very presence, a normal person wouldn’t tempt face. Britt isn’t a normal person, some had called her a sociopath, a monster, and a nuance. She didn’t know the meaning of the phrase ‘personal boundaries’.

“Shit happens, so suck it up, buttercup. I wouldn’t have thought about teaming with you, even if my life depended on it but, when you calm the fuck down, I believe we will make the perfect team.”

“Yeah?  Well I think…” Glory suddenly stops as she realizes what Brittany just said “...wait, you think we’ll make the perfect team?”

Glory places her hands on her hips and smirks. “What are you smoking and why aren’t you sharing?”

“I should be asking you that, I’ve tasted you special brownies before. Bet you do more with them then mix in a couple E-Lax.” Brittany smirk only last a moment. “Do I like losing to you? No! Do I like walking around this place with the constant reminder no matter how hard I pummel your ass into the ground you somehow find a way to escape my wrath? Not the best feeling in the world, you know. But, if there is one thing I learned from our constant battles...”

Brittany places a hand on Glory’s shoulder. With a smirk she fills her in on the truth. “I don’t hate you as much as I let on. I give the impression I am this sadist who enjoys inflicting pain on other people. Largely that’s true. Why else would your cousin Angelica Jones chose to overlook all the things I did to her family, you especially, in order to bait her into a Seven Stages of Hell match? I love a good battle, Glory, you sense that. Our fights have made me appreciate you more and more, while the thought of losing to you still burns a hole in me, we are destined to stand side by side. Or kill each other, whichever comes first. I’m not ready to die yet so. I prefer to live. Anyway, there are few people in the world I feel more alive with, and you’re one of them.”

Glory gently removes Brittany’s hand from her shoulder.  She holds up one finger. “First of all, you sound just a little creepy right now…”

She holds up two fingers “...secondly, I don’t know about the whole destiny stuff…” Glory smirks knowingly “...but I meant every word I said in that office.  I meant every word that I said to Orlando Cruze.  I can tag team with anyone and win.  Some may call it arrogance, and maybe it is, but it’s also fact.  So can I team with you and make it work?  Damn right I can.”

“WE will make it work.” Brittany smirks. “We are enemies for a reason, Glory. This could have ended along time ago. I could have took my first loss to you and pretended you didn’t exist. There is a person behind that mask you wear. The fun loving prankster, Hollywood type the fans by into is not the Glory I have gone to war with. If I believed in people having souls, we would be it. Batman, Joker. Superman, Lex Luthor. Some pairings are destined.”

Brittany places her hand on Glory’s shoulder again. This time, she gives Glory the same sadistic look she has seen from her many times in the ring. That look that is a precursor to the evil intentions dancing around in her head. “I look forward to bringing out the monster inside you. And when that day comes, Glory. The business will regret the day Orlando Cruze thought pairing us together was a great idea. It is for me, I kinda sorta like you. The rest of the wrestling world won’t like us.”

Glory shakes her head. “You’re wrong, Brittany.  I am not a monster, there is nothing monstrous about me to bring out.  I’m just a competitor.  I try to win.  Simple as that.  But you are right about one thing…”

Braddock chuckles “...the wrestling world will not like us, because no one will be able to stop us.”   

Brittany smirks. “That’s my girl.”

“You bring the power, I bring the technical wrestling, the submissions, and the explosiveness, and we both bring the ruthlessness.  That’s not a monster, Brittany.  That’s just one hell of a tag team.  That’s a tag team that can and will be great.”

Brittany takes a steps back. “Is this the part where we exchange numbers?  Right, there is no need for that. I already know where you live. I’ll drop by. Word of advice, put some bars on your window, never know who will sneak in through the window at night.”

Glory rolls her eyes. “Yeah, don’t remind me about your little tricks.  But while we’re handing out advice, here is one from me.  Remember that we are a tag team but this is strictly on a professional basis.  We are not besties or any of that crap.  We will work together, we will win our matches...all of them...and go our separate ways when it is over.  It’s as simple as that.  Furthermore, I will not change you.  Just as you will not change me.  You cannot change me.  No one can change me.”

Brittany tilts her head to the side. “You really don’t like me, do you?”

“I don’t trust you.  Quite frankly, there are few people I trust.”

“Not like I hang out with an entourage of friends, either. Don’t trust me? Fine. I haven’t given you a reason to trust me. But that’s going to change. I want this to work. I believe we can leave a path of misery in our wake. More importantly than that, I’m bored of the whole enemy thing. I’ll win you over. When I want something there is no stopping me, for now I can accept we aren’t exactly the best of friends...”

Brittany walks towards the door. She places her hands on the knob. She looks back at Glory one last time. “But I will win you over. You don’t see it now because you’re clouded by emotions, we have the potential to be the best of friends. Good enemies make better friends. And I want this to work. That’s why you can trust me. So... I’ll see you in the morning. Tag strategy session. Wear something nice. Not the tom boy outfit. Dress like a lady. You’re pretty. Don’t hide it.”

Glory scoffs. “There’s no way in hell I’ll ever wear a dress and heels.  No one can make me, either, not even Jesus Bloody Christ himself.”

“Never say never. See you tomorrow.”

And with that Brittany walked out the room leaving Glory to think how the hell is she going to make tagging with Brittany Lohan work.

PRESENT DAY:

Glory Braddock Noel had no intentions of wrestling in the UWA.  Her sister, Julia, was there.  Julia was the Hybrid Champion and while ruining Julia’s moment would definitely have been fun, Glory knew it would have upset their “mother”, Aphrodite Noel.  The war between the Noel siblings has thus far been confined to GCW and Glory was intending to keep it that way.

And yet when Glory received a call from the office of David Helms offering her an opportunity to team with Brittany Lohan once more to face Vanilly Skyy and Danny Darko, together known as Dark Skyy, then she knew she had to make this one exception.

Brittany Lohan is worth it, as far as Glory is concerned.  Brittany is the third most important person in Glory’s life.  Kurt Logan, Glory’s husband, is number one in her life.  Aphrodite Noel, Glory’s “mother”, is number two.  Brittany Lohan, Glory’s best friend, is number three.  Despite the rocky way their relationship got started, they became fast friends, one of the best tag teams in pro-wrestling, and she would never turn down an opportunity to reunite Twisted & Sadistic.

Tag team wrestling is one of Glory’s many specialties.  And since she and Brittany haven’t been teaming in quite awhile, she knows that making sure that tag team chemistry is still there will be vital.  Thus Braddock-Noel has had her driver take her to Brittany.  The luxury vehicle is pulled up outside of Lohan’s apartment where Brittany stands outside.  Glory opens the door from the inside.

“Brittany!  There you are!”

Brittany, who isn’t known for smile a lot, does just that, genuinely smiles. “Guess so. Nice ride.”

“Thank you, it’s one of my older vehicles but it does the job.  A woman of my stature deserves a little luxury in her life, I think.”

“I wouldn’t know, unless I marry rich. Or win the lottery. So I’ll take your word for it.”

“I understand.  And the truth is, this isn’t really ‘mine’ technically.  Mother gave me this wealth.” Glory shuts her eyes and lets out a sigh of relief. “Ah, the blessings of being a Noel.  Isn’t that right, Bruce?”

Bruce, the driver, can be seen nodding his head. “Yes, Ms. Noel.”

“Take us to the gym my father bought in this area.  I want privacy for mine and my best friend’s workout session.”

Again Bruce nods his head. “Yes, Ms. Noel.”

With that, the car takes off.

“This makes me with Aphrodite was my cousin, not Abi. No.. I couldn’t imagine my life without that girl. Minus the multiple times she stuck a needle in my neck.” Britt sighs.

“Mother is such a wonderful person.  Beautiful, intelligent, and caring.  She helped me through some very trying times in my life, even when I wanted to be stubborn and refuse her help.  Despite my stubbornness, she still remained there steadfast with me to help me until I....how should I put it...came to my senses.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d ditch your tomboy roots. Remember telling me you’d never change? I wasn’t expecting you to become royalty, eh,  I’m not complaining. Hashtag more you, right?”

Glory chuckles. “That’s right, MORE ME!”

Braddock-Noel sighs. “You were right back then...you know?  What was it you said?  Never say never?  You were right.  There was a monster inside me and you brought her out.  But I evolved even further thanks to my Mother.”

Glory motions to her full form, clad in a lovely sparkly purple sun dress and heels. “I am the ultimate evolution of Glory Braddock.  Stronger, more intelligent, more ruthless, and far more beautiful than the ugly hag you first spoke with outside of Orlando Cruze’s office.”

Brittany, who is wearing a sleeveless shirt, flexes her right arm. “I’m not doing too shabby myself. About time I toned down.”

Glory winks.  “Stick with me, babe, and I will make a lady out of you.”

Brittany chuckles. “We’ll see about that.”

“Like you said, Britt; never say never.  I said no one could change me but my Mother brought out the BEST in me.  She made into who I am now.  I want to reward her by showing her what I can do with my ruthless aggression.  I want her to see what I have learned from her.  But my sister…”

Glory growls angrily. “...my sister, Julia, she wants to stop me.  She has even been poisoning Mother’s mind against me.  Now I get the feeling that Mother is disappointed in me, possibly even is disgusted my actions...and yet I have done everything for her!”

Braddock-Noel shakes her head. “It’s not my fault.  I blame Julia.”

Brittany has never been the best at reading emotions, she knows Glory well enough to deduce that Glory is bothered by the conflict in a family dynamic Brittany wasn’t quite sure she understand. There was the Blood Grove experiment she watched Dawn entertain for months. The relationship between Glory and Aphrodite wasn’t one of master and pawn, there is a real love there Brittany believes is real. Handling emotional issues has never been Britts strong suit. But she makes an effort to help Glory out with her issue, “The best I can do is ask Abigail to talk to your mother. Those two are like sisters. There is a chance Abigail can talk some sense into your mother. Worth a shot.”

Glory nods her head and then takes Brittany’s hands. “Thank you.  I would greatly appreciate it.  Any help I can get.  It will already be awkward enough being in UWA to compete, even if it is one night only.  UWA is Julia’s territory.  Not mine.”

“I know what you mean. Being under the same roof as Abigail will be a bit awkward too. We get along better these days. Don’t want her to feel I am coming in to overshadow her. And then there’s Rachel... “ Brittany sighs. “... we’re still cool. I don’t approve of her partnership with Silas. That man has made it clear he wants revenge on everyone who burned him. That list includes Regan and Sienna. Rachel was at Regan’s wedding. Don’t get why she would sell them out just so she can win a World Championship?”

Brittany balls up her fist. “Same stunt she pulled aligning with Rachel Foxx, Aiken and company. She knew those two people didn’t think so fondly of me. And would have gladly tried to wipe me off the face of the planet at any given moment. I still care for the cowgirl, despite her choice in allies. Can’t look at her the same way.”

Britt sighs, “Sorry, this is about your family issues, not what am I going to do if Silas lookw at me the wrong way. That man has hell to pay for driving a wedge between me and Marie. And ruining my sister's relationship with Katelyn.”

“Do not apologize.  Our problems are similar.  I want so badly for my sister Julia to see the light and to come home, but I am beginning to wonder if it is too late for her?”  Glory pats Brittany’s hands. “But I do promise you one thing, Brittany, I will always be there for you no matter what.  If the time comes and you need assistance against Silas, do not hesitate to call me.”

Britt nods, “Thanks. I don’t expect Silas to try anything, yet. If the day comes, I won’t hesitate to call you.”

“Right, because no one can stop us?  Isn’t that we both agreed on way back when?  No one can stop us.  And that list includes the newest Silas Girls as well as...Dark Skyy.”

“Everyone has tried. They all failed. Dark Skyy will be no different.” There is a glimmer in Brittany’s eyes, one of the sadistic persuasion. “So, lets burn Dark Skyy to the ground.”

Glory also gets a rather sadistic gleam in her eye. “Remember what we did to the Sinclair Twins?  I have a dream Brittany.  I have a dream that we take UWA’s hero.  The one UWA loves across the board.  I have a dream that we take Vanilla Skyy and we snap her neck like we did to the Sinclairs.  Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“The image of another neck snapping makes me feel like a woman.” Brittany licks her lips. “God, I missed this. I think the ring is ideal outlet to unleash my darkness. A lot has changed. Trying to live a quasi normal life has it perks. A professional wrestling ring is a warzone. I won’t bring the nice smiling Brittany with me. This is competition. No one is safe. Time to remind the world what a beast I can be between the ropes.”  

“Hmmmm another idea,” Glory says while scratching her chin “Danny Dorko is retiring soon.  His last match is against Trinity Street.  Why don’t we make sure Dorko doesn’t make it to Trinity Street and in the process show Ms. Street how it’s done.”

“Normally, I’d be all for that. I do want to watch Trinity publicly execute Darko. That’s her personal vendetta. Not ours. No need getting greedy. Sending a message to the World Champion will do.”

Glory shakes her head. “Sending a message isn’t enough.  We END her.  People in UWA look to Vanilla as if she were a hero, a savior...I am pro-wrestling’s ONLY savior.  It’s time they learned that.  We END her.  We break her.  We leave her a withering mess.”

“I lost count how many times I’ve told you, you’re cute when you’re fired up.” Britt smirks, “You want her broken? Lets do it. What else are best friends for?”

“Glory grins knowingly. “I am gorgeous at ALL times, sweetie.  And at Outbreak, we shall save UWA from two fossils who should have retired long ago, and we will leave the roster, the UWA fans, and Drew Bryant and David Helms with no choice but to say….’thank you’...”

Glory shuts her eyes and smiles. “And I shall say, you’re welcome.”

The car finally stops in front of the gym. Britt breathes a sigh of relief. “Good. We’re here. Now I can burn off all this pent up energy. All this talk about breaking necks and forcing people into retirement has gotten me fired up... in more ways than one. Don’t know how much longer I could contain my excitement. Lets do this.... Working out I mean... not the other thing.”

Glory laughs lightly. “Oh Britt, you’re silly...did you think I forgot the times we DID the other thing? I haven’t.  If you want, I can have Bruce here leave the car while we engage in...well…” she winks “...whatever you wish.”

Britt looks in Bruce direction. “Get out!”

Bruce looks genuinely fearful. “Yes, ma’am!”

Bruce quickly unbuckles his seatbelt, opens the driver’s side door, and exits the car, slamming the door shut behind him.  Once Bruce is gone Glory slowly begins to strip down, starting with her heels.

“It’s a good thing this car has VERY tinted windows.”

Brittany nods, “True.”

And with that...

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On Camera

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We open in front of a Twisted & Sadistic logo backdrop.  The sound of clicking high heel shoes against concrete can be heard in the background.  Eventually the person wearing said heels steps into view from stage right.  It’s Glory Braddock Noel.  The British Bombshell is wearing a vibrant jewel toned sheath dress with a round neck, long sheer sleeves, sheer front yoke, fitted silhouette, allover lace, and a hemline that stops just above the knee.  The dress brings a bold elegance to the already lovely Glory Braddock Noel.  Her feet are encased in black strappy high heeled sandals.

“I have always said that I am The Best in the World.  I have said it because I know it to be true and I have proven it thirteen times over. I have made some of the best professional wrestlers on this planet tap out whereas I myself have only tapped out one time in my entire career.  My win-loss record is sparkling.  I am damn near perfect, ladies and gentlemen.  Anything my stupid cousin tells you a lie.  She claims to be a dragon and a golden goddess.  A dragon perhaps but there is only one goddess when it comes to pro-wrestling and that’s me!”

Glory smirks knowingly.  “Lately I have taken to calling myself Professional Wrestling’s Savior and Queen.  And just look at my track record there; I saved the Millennium Wrestling Alliance from corruption.  I saved Global Championship Wrestling from pro-wrestling abyss and obscurity when I bought it and resurrected it.  I saved the MCW World Championship by slapping Eric Sailes around like the whiny bitch he is.

Braddock Noel winks at the camera. “You’re welcome for that, by the way…”

“Now whether you want to regard me as a queen is irrelevant to me.  But you cannot deny the fact that I am professional wrestling’s savior.  Each and every time I have been called upon to be the hero, to be the savior,  to rescue someone or to rescue an entire company, I have always stepped up to the plate to get the job done. And I have always been ready to step up to the plate once again to save professional wrestling if it ever needed to be saved.”

She chuckles lightly. “But needless to say, I wasn’t expecting to get a phone call from the office of David Helms. I was even more taken aback when I was told that UWA wanted me to team with Brittany Lohan.”

“You remember Brittany Lohan, right?” Glory pauses as if waiting on a response which never comes. “Big, powerful, beast of a woman?  She’s changed a great deal. But she’s still powerful and she’s still just as sadistic as ever.  I guess that makes me the twisted one of Twisted & Sadistic?”

Glory shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, but the point is that me and Brittany together make up the formidable force known as Twisted & Sadistic.  We have been the most powerful force in pro-wrestling, winning tag team gold in every company we have ever been in together.  In Motor City Wrestling we won and held every championship in the company simultaneously.  We broke the necks of any tag team that was dumb enough to cross us.  To put it bluntly, we were unstoppable.  That was inside the ring.  Outside of the ring, Brittany Lohan is and always will be my best friend.  I would do anything for Brittany and she would do anything for me.  Needless to say, I was thrilled at the prospect of teaming with Brittany Lohan once more.  I was thrilled that Twisted & Sadistic would ride again.”

“But that was just the first piece of the news, I would’ve said yes regardless of who the opposition was.  Me and Brittany are equally opportunity destroyers.  It doesn’t matter who you are, we will hurt you, plain and simple.  Still, I was curious to know who the geniuses in UWA had in mind as our opposition.  And much to my delight it was Dark Skyy.”

Glory shakes her head. “Danny Dorko and the UWA World Champion herself Vanilla Skyy.  I was actually quite happy about this.  I’ll get to why I was happy about it in a moment, but first let me ask all of you watching, do you know what Skyy and Dorko have in common?”

Again she waits, as if waiting on a response.  “Well it isn’t just the simple fact that they once fucked each other, although that’s part of it.  What Danny and Vanilla have in common is the fact that they are old, washed up, hacks who do not know when to quit.  They are veterans of this sport who should have retired a long damn time ago but are too damn selfish to do so, they continue to hog all of the spotlight for themselves.  They refuse to leave.  They force themselves and their insufferable presence upon each and every one of us as if we want to continue seeing them.”

She shakes her head. “Newsflash Dork Skyy, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU ANYMORE!  We are all waiting for the day you either retire for good, forced into retirement due to an in ring injury, or you die, whichever one comes first because we are all sick and tired of seeing you.  All you two do is hog the spotlight, keeping it to yourselves and keeping it away from young up and coming superstars.”

“Danny, you really have zero business inside of a wrestling ring.  How long ago was it that Trinity Street butchered you and damn near ended your life, let alone your career?  Vanilla Skyy had to save your ass then.  And now you’re ready to step into the ring with Trinity again at Sectioned?  And that’s assuming you make it to Sectioned.  You’ve been performing worse and worse each time you step into a wrestling ring.  Who knows when you just may suffer a career ending injury that will put you out of action for good?”

“I wanted Twisted & Sadistic to be responsible for ending you but, my bestie wants to see Trinity finish you off, so I’ll try to refrain from breaking you.”  She winks at the camera. “You’re welcome.”

“But you Vanilla, you’re possibly worse than Darko because you do still have ability to get the job done.  The fact that you won the title back is proof of that.  But do you need that world title?  You said it yourself on twitter after losing the title at Olympus, you’ve had a long, fruitful career.  You’ve done everything there is to do in pro-wrestling.  Thus I ask, why are you still here?  Why don’t you just quit?”

“The answer is because you’re selfish.  You do not want to give other people an opportunity.  Willow Wilkes came oh so close to winning the title at Olympus.  I agree with her, SHE should have gotten the first title shot.  But you skipped ahead of her in the line.  Why?  Because you’re Vanilla Skyy?  You’re greedy and held her back.”

“Willow isn’t the only one you’ve held back by your mere presence in this company.  Victoria Salinas, Myra Lynwoood, Rachel Tatum Lee, Alana Starr, and the list goes on and on.”

She points a finger at the camera. “You have held them all back because you won’t quit.  And while they may not say it publicly, I can hear them and their quiet cries...their cries for help…’please save us!  Save us from Vanilla Skyy!’...”

Braddock-Noel shuts her eyes and throws her head back. “I hear you...and I will come to save you from Vanilla Skyy.  I am professional wrestling’s savior and I will save UWA from the poison that is Vanilla Skyy and Danny Darko, the two old veterans who do not know when to quit.  And after Twisted & Sadistic have ended Dark Skyy, after we have finished them off once and for all, I will utter those words…”

She smirks “...you’re welcome.”

As Glory wraps up, another pair of footsteps can be heard off screen, these belong to the boots of Brittany Lohan who appears on screen. She stands behind her long time best friend. Crossing her arms, she waste no time sounding off.  

“Danny; I’m going to call this retirement tour for what it is... vanity. This is a vanity tour to sooth your ego as you walk, gingerly I might, add out the door. When I thought I was done with professional wrestling a year ago, I didn’t beg SCW to make a big deal out of my retirement from full time competition. I didn’t ask for fanfare. I didn’t create a poll on Twitter asking what I should do after I hang up my boots. I went about my business as quietly as possible. I returned to SCW, took care of a pest that was haunting me for months, aligned myself with a good friend of mine to fight a battle against Blood Grove and Silas World. And when my part of the war was over, I left. End of discussion. No fanfare. No vanity tour. No announcement months in advance I was going to take my leave. I came. I fought. I left. Why? Because I don’t NEED the admiration.”

Brittany points to the camera. “You do. And that’s why I feel nauseous.”

“But there is a deeper reason why I can’t stand the sight of Danny. 2014. When you were having your little war with Blake Mason. You were scheduled to face him at Upping the Ante 2014. For illegitimate reasons you backed out the fight. Claimed you suffered medical issues that prevented you from stepping foot in the ring again, surprise surprise, two months later you decided to return? Weren’t you told NOT to wrestle anymore? Weren’t you on your deathbed or something? Anyways, you ran from a fight, Danny. Guess who took your place in that match? ME! I had fun, don’t get me wrong, smacking Blake around never gets boring, the point is Darko, I fought your goddamn battle, one you ran away from because it was more important for you to steal someone's championship. And what made it worse? All Vanilla needed to do was ask you to give back the Pure title. You caved. So I beat Blake’s ass for nothing?

Brittany scoffs, “That doesn’t fly by me, Darko. I was used. Part of the reason I’m wrestling again, I came to terms I was used in the latter part of my career. People took advantage of the fact that I would do anything to beat my opponents into the ground, mainly because beating people up excites me. The thrill of the fight. Eye of the tiger, the Rocky stuff that’s a stuff of legends. Why should I go out like that? Why should the final image of my career be that of a mercenary for hire? No more taking advantage of my sunny nature, I am competing for me. Because I want to. So I can benefit from my unique set of skills. I don’t compete full time anymore, whenever I do, it will be under my terms. Teaming with Glory is a no brainer. She’s my best friend, one of the few people I trust, getting the call from the UWA offices was welcome knowing I get a chance to beat your ass for doing you a favor back in 2014, I couldn’t resist.”

“Just so we’re on the same page. I don’t respect you. Your abilities? Sure. You as a man, as a alleged fighter? I don’t. As much as it would please me to be the one to end you on the 15th... I do owe Trinity a favor for setting me free from Silas. Trinity, if you’re watching, my debt is paid off. Consider us even. Darko is yours... assuming he makes it past Scott.”

Britt yawns at the mentioning of Scott Cannon’s name. Composing herself, she continues on, “Last but not least is you, Vanilla Skky. Bitch from the Barrow. Current UWA World Champion.Know I’m stating the obvious...  Glory isn’t a huge fan of yours.”

Brittany smirks. “I won’t pretend to have an overwhelming hatred for you, Vanilla. I’ll leave most the Savior stuff to my best friend. But she does have a point. I couldn’t help but laugh at the Vanilla Skky Gleet Club on Twitter the other day. Your dear sister Mary made a comment and I quote, “I laugh at the pouring support of this Jones girl. It's like the love and attention an old dog gets before its euthanized.” Last time I checked, the outpouring of Vanilla Skky love started the night before. Everyone essentially rolled out the red carpet, sure, the Pro Vanilla, Pro Marie tweets evened out after awhile. But when people like Kennedy and Alana are munching on your carpet, it became a  Saturday Night Live skit. Did all the carpet munching feel good? If I didn’t know better, you are the Queen of Wrestling, anyone who thinks otherwise is dead wrong.”

Brittany shrugs, “I understand. You don’t ask for these sycophants to wet there tongue every time you step in the ring. Maybe you earned that respect being a World Champion on the Uprising brand turned Uprising Wrestling Alliance company, can we take a step back? Of course you were going to dominant Uprising. Split the roster in half, take that same roster and make an entire company out of it. Beating up Gavin Taylor, Chris Davids and Alana Starr more than once? Can’t forget Tina. Is it any real shock you were World Champion for ten months? I’m a realist, Vee. You’re good. Won’t take that away. Circumstances worked in your favor, Ms. Skyy. We both know that to be true.”

Brittany pauses a moment as Glory applauds the point her friend made.

“I don’t hate you, Vanilla. We both know I don’t need to hate a person to enjoy the fight. I have all the confidence in the world I will enjoy this one. Circumstances of your ‘legendary’ reign aside, you are a fighter, Vee. Anyone else would have mentally broken down after your own tag partner decided it was a brilliant idea to concede to Ms. R and Mordecai taking her to parts unknown. You came back. Became professional wrestling's savior, became World Champion, credit where credit is due, I guess. I have no choice but to respect your resilience. Your will the win. And then there is the Mallory darkside, I’ve always appreciated it. No chance in hell I am going to shy away from it. This is what I live for Vanilla. These are the fights I miss so much. The more you bring it, the more its going to fire up my competitive engines. And I will do what I need to to disappoint all of your congregation? Why? Simple. Its what I live for.”

“You could be a broom, or a mop; or any other inanimate object. The objective is still the same, Vanilla. Ensure the person standing across the ring from you is in no condition to answer a three count, maim them to the point where there body gives up on them, it doesn’t matter how bad you want something, the human body can only absorb  so much punishment until it tells you to stand down. Twisted and Sadistic will make the UWA World Heavyweight Champion and her ex husband stand the fuck down. That’s what we do, damn it!

Every tag team who stood up to us, in every company we have taken part of, has been put down.

I love Marie like a daughter BUT GingerNation can not stand up to us.

Dark Fantasy can’t stand up to us.

No tag team currently in what used to be known as the TRIAD can stand up to us. I sincerely doubt the team of Dark Skyy can outlast us in the ring.

Darko is content to team with you one more time. Fine. We’ll make his wet dream possible. Just know Vee. Nothing personal. Me and Glory have a reputation as a tag team to reinforce one, more, time. So, as I am accustomed to saying... ITS CLOB-..”

As Brittany is prepared to finish off the catchphrase she uses, Glory taps her on the arm. Brittany leans in. Glory whispers something in her ear. Britt nods. With a smile she closes the promo saying.

“Scratch that. Welcome to Hell on Earth.”

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