Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 11:33:38 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a brightly lit room, a pink vanity peeks out from the side of the camera shot. The wall is covered in posters of rainbows, unicorns, and teddy bears. The focus of the room is on the mound of pink and purple pillows that covers the floor, leaving no sign of what kind of floor this room has. Teddy bears are seated in a semi-circle, all aimed towards a woman wearing a pink, fluffy- looking dress. The woman has pigtails and an unnecessary amount of makeup. She is holding two of the bears up, as if having an imaginary conversation between them.
Woman: Oh Lilobear don’t be said that Obibear had to die just like all your other little bear friends like Sarebear and Log----
The scene freezes as a voiceover is heard.
Hiya, WCF! This is me! JJ aka Juanita Jaurez! Look at me playing with my bears being all happiful and stuffs. The world is just so great and grand when you’ve gots all these teddys bears everywhere. I can’t wait for Corey Bear’s XIII so I can run around the ring hugging all the other bears in the ring and giving them cookies! It’s just such a gre---
You can suddenly hear the sound of a record scratching as the voice changes to a more familiar version of JJ’s voice.
Are you fucking serious? This isn’t me, WCF. I’m not some mental, cocaine-riddled whore who dresses retarded, gives out cookies, and refers to everyone as Teddy Bears! I’m not some ridiculous caricature!
The scene switches to a huge auditorium-looking place. The seats are all removed and torches line the sides of the place. The floor of the auditorium is filled with bikers wearing jackets that bear the MS-13 insignia. They’re all on their knees, bowing up and down, their arms raised to the sky, chanting something that can’t really be heard. At the front of the auditorium is a stage. On that stage are a pair of tall-backed chairs that look like makeshift thrones.
Seated on the thrones are WCF Legend Gravedigger, wearing a crown that is tilted on his head, dressed in regal clothing including a cape that falls behind him. Seated beside him is JJ. JJ is also wearing a crown. Her brunette hair flows down around her shoulders, covering the top of a similar looking cape clasped around her neck. She is wearing a tight-fitting black shirt and black tights. Hooked to her side on her belt is a whip. She grabs the whip, rolls it out to its full length and snaps it in the air. As the sound of the whip crack is heard, the scene freezes once more.
THIS. THIS is me, WCF. Juanita Juarez. The baddest bitch in WCF. Fuck what you heard about Sarah Twilight, Ana Valentine, Chelsea Black Armstrong, KJE, or those two dope heads Katherine Phoenix and Lilith…I’M the one that you’ll remember when you think of the fairer sex here in WCF.
I’M the one who led Gravedigger back into prominence here in WCF when he was Hector Rodriguez. I’M the one that helped take out Chad Evans and end a major world champion’s reign at the top. I’M the one that embarrassed him and ran him out. How many of you bitches here in WCF have ran a man from the fed? How many of you took a world champion down and humiliated him on live TV and made him leave? Yeah, people will say Sarah Twilight did that to Eric Price, but we’re talking about big, bad champions, not weak little boys with a bladder to match! Even Bobby Cairo couldn’t stop me as he watched on as his protégé was taken down. Who among you has made even Bobby Cairo pause?
See, unlike these other little wannabes here in this match at XIII, I’m the one with an established presence, I’m the one with the history here. XIII’s first ever women’s battle royal is going to feature me as the winner and the rest of the competition is going to be as forgotten as they were before the match was even announced. Yeah, Sarah Twilight, I see you on the list of participants. You’re all but forgotten already as well. You’re in for a world of hurt, chicas! Mara Salvatrucha don’t play!
The scene fades out.
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The scene fades back into the front of a police station. Words appear across the bottom left corner of the screen.
Two Weeks Ago
Phoenix Police Department
Phoenix, Arizona
The scene switches inside of an interrogation room. JJ is seated in a chair on the side of the room facing the obvious two-way mirror. Her brunette hair is in dreads, hanging down past her shoulders. She is wearing a v-neck dark blue t-shirt and a black skirt. She sighs audibly as she stares daggers through the two-way mirror, occasionally chewing on a piece of gum in her mouth. The door finally opens up and a pair of detectives walk in. One is a man with a stupid-looking mustache and a balding head. He is wearing a pin-striped dress shirt and a light blue tie with black dress pants. The woman is wearing a black pant-suit with a blue shirt underneath. She is a redhead who is wearing her hair in a ponytail. She does not have a stupid-looking mustache.
The female detective leans against the wall to the side of the two-way mirror, her arms crossed, looking closely at JJ. The man grabs the chair across from JJ, and spins it around and sits in it backwards, plopping down a folder loudly. JJ smirks at the detective.
Male Detective: So, Miss Juanita Juarez. I see you go by JJ. May I call you that?
JJ: Lawyer.
The two detectives exchange a confused look. The male detective turns back to JJ, partially grinning.
Male Detective: You want a laywer? For asking you what name we can call you?
JJ: Lawyer.
Male Detective: You’re not in trouble, Miss Jaurez. You don’t need a lawyer.
JJ: Not in trouble? Then peace!
JJ stands up and starts to turn towards the door when the female detective uncrosses her arm and stands up straight.
Female Detective: You’re not free to go. Sit down.
JJ: Then what are you charging me for?
Female Detective: Sit down.
JJ stands there for a few seconds, chewing her gum and finally sits back down.
Male Detective: Ok, so we’ll just call you Miss Juarez then. So, Miss Juarez. Will you please tell us of your whereabouts on the night of December 23rd?
JJ looks at the cop and glares at him for a few seconds, absentmindedly chewing her gum some more before finally answering.
JJ: I ain’t saying shit until my lawyer is here.
The male detective sighs in frustration. He smirks as he responds.
Male Detective: You’re apparently not going to have proper grammar until your lawyer gets here either.
JJ scoffs.
JJ: Oh so now you’re the grammar police, too? Wow, as if you pigs didn’t already have enough reasons to harass minorities, now you’re going after our grammar, too?
Male Detective: WHOA! No reason to bring race into this. We’re just trying to find out what happened on the night of December 23rd.
JJ: I’m sure a lot of things happened on the 23rd of December, Detective.
Male Detective: We’re talking about the firebombing and attack of The Phoenix nightclub that night.
JJ’s face lights up with a look of concern.
JJ: Oh you mean there was a fire at that night club?
The female detective rolls her eyes.
Female Detective: I find it hard to believe that you don’t know about it.
JJ’s eyebrows furrow as she glares at the female detective.
JJ: What’s that supposed to mean, chica?
Female Detective: We know that MS-13 was behind the attack.
JJ: What’s that got to do with me?
Male Detective: Well, your brother is the local leader of the gang. Eyewitnesses have your boyfriend, Gravedigger, and a mutual friend Adrian at the scene. They’re both in separate interrogation rooms.
JJ laughs.
JJ: They had nothing to do with it.
Male Detective: How do you know?
JJ: You pigs aren’t smart enough to catch Adrian in the act of doing anything wrong and Gravedigger was with me that night.
Male Detective: Doing what?
JJ: We was having a Netflix and chill session but that’s not really any of your business.
Male Detective: What were you watching?
JJ smirks at him for a couple of seconds as if thinking he was joking. Realizing that he wasn’t, her face turns into a look of surprise. She grins as she looks at the female detective with a “is this dude serious” look on her face. The female detective looks over at the male detective with a confused look. JJ turns back to the male detective.
JJ: What? Do you even know what Netflix and Chill means?
Male Detective: Look, we’re the ones asking questions here! What were you two watching?
The female detective leans in and whispers something in the male detective’s ear. His face perks up in a eureka type look.
JJ: Wow, I’m not surprised with that stupid mustache that you don’t know what Neflix and Chill means.
Male Detective: Hey you watch your mouth!
The male detective brushes his hand across his mustache as the female detective takes over.
Female Detective: So is there anyone else that can vouch as a witness that Gravedigger was with you that night?
JJ grins.
JJ: No, I don’t like a crowd, but for a cutie like you we could make an exception.
The female detective’s eyebrows perk up.
Female Detective: Well, OK, then.
The female detective looks over at the male detective.
Female Detective: I’ve got nothing else here, let’s go talk to this Gravedigger guy.
The male detective sighs and nods his head. He points at JJ as he walks around the table.
Male Detective: You’re not free to go yet. We’ll be back to talk to you again soon.
JJ rolls her eyes.
JJ: I can’t wait.
The man wipes off his shirt due to all the dripping sarcasm coming from JJ. The two detectives leave the room. Around 20 minutes pass by before the door to the room opens once more, but this time it’s a police officer instead of the detectives from before.
Officer: Miss Juarez, you are free to go. Mr. Burroughs and his lawyer are out here.
One of JJ’s eyebrows raises.
JJ: Lawyer?
Officer: Yes, ma’am. A Mr. Abarron Berman. You’re both free to go.
JJ’s face lights up. She hops up out of the chair and walks out of the interrogation room. She sees Gravedigger down the hall. They share a sly look with each other as JJ walks up to him and pecks him on the lips with a quick kiss. Gravedigger puts his arm around JJ as he starts talking to the lawyer. JJ reaches into one of her pockets with her free arm and pulls out her phone. She switches to the Messenger app and scrolls down to her brother’s name, Diagur.
“It fucking worked. These stupid fucking pigs were left dumbfounded.”
She sends the message and a few seconds later, her phone buzzes with a text message notification.
“Bueno, mi quierda hermana. Te veo pronto.” (Good, my dear sister. See you soon.)
JJ slides the phone back into her pocket as Gravedigger finishes up the conversation with the lawyer. She walks out of the station with Gravedigger and the lawyer, who walks away from them once outside to a limo waiting across the parking lot. JJ turns as two members of MS-13 walk over from the parking lot and one holds out a pair of keys. They nod to her as she walks past them towards Gravedigger’s motorcycle. He says something to the bikers and then walks over and steps in front of JJ, sitting down on his bike.
JJ climbs on behind him and puts her arms around Gravedigger’s Hall of Fame torso and sighs with a smirk. The other two bikers climb on their rides and all three men bring their bikes to life, back up and pull out of the parking lot and onto the nearby road. The scene fades out as they ride out into the distance.
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The scene opens up one last time inside of what appears to be a makeshift lockerroom. Signs of it being more like a dressing room for musicians coupled with the fact that Gravedigger ended his promo in the empty arena of this week’s XIII makes it clear that the scene takes place at the First Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
JJ has on her black wrestling tights and tight-fitting black t-shirt. Her hair is still in dreadlocks which rest on her back and others hanging down, obscuring her face as she laces up a pair of white boots. She finally sits up straight and looks at the camera.
JJ: Final Girl Battle Royal. XIII’s first ever women’s only match. History. That’s what the match is going to be about. The first time many of the women in the match have been in a WCF match. See, we could have had another female WCF veteran in the ring like Lilith or Lilo Bear as I’ve heard her called, but as everyone knows she was too chicken to be in the match. But you know what, Dildo Bear? It’s good that you weren’t in the match because I would have caved your face in with these.
JJ holds up a pair of brass knuckles which she slides onto her right hand. She makes a fist and holds it up for the camera.
JJ: Dildo Bear, you just don’t realize how badly I wanted you to be in this match so I could make your smile more lopsided than it already is. People may be wondering, why all the hate for Lilith? What did she do to you? Why do I want to attack her? Because she’s retarded. She’s an annoying little perra that needs to be put down for the sake of women everywhere. You know, maybe it’s good that she’s not in this match, because we all need that one person that’s retarded and easy to make fun of.
JJ takes off the brass knuckles and takes them off camera as she lowers her hand off screen.
JJ: But wait, we’re in luck! Taking the place of Dildo Bear as retarded and easy to make fun of is one of my opponents in this battle royal…CHEYENNE. Everything about this bitch just screams special needs! She has a Native American name but looks and acts like she’s Scottish or Irish. Then there’s her terrible attempts at using Twitter.
Just curious, chica, but are you using a computer bot to put together your Tweets? Everything sounds so robotic that you are tweeting. I’m not sure if you’re really a person or if when your music plays, some guy is going to walk out with a laptop open with your picture on it and place it in the ring. Is your little computer bot going to fight for you, too?
No, see, apparently, we all need to worry about some big, bad group called PMS. Is this really a group of wrestlers? Or are you telling us you’re going to be on your period during the match? I mean I know this is a NO DQ environment, but that’s not the kind of blood I was expecting! You also ran your mouth in a tweet to me about running to the lesser chromosome.
When did I run to the lesser chromosome? You trying to be some kind of independent woman who needs no man? Chica, I need no man either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like me a fine, muscly man like Gravedigger. I’m powerful, too. I grew up in a violent environment. I grew up on the streets surrounded by gangs, by bikers like MS-13. Bitch, I need no one. I don’t need to rely on anyone to get my shit done. You apparently do. Also, what does that say about you that you’re the one heralding in the group?? You know what happens to people like you? You pave the way, but usually at your own expense. See, whoever this big bad group is that you’ve got backing you up, they’re throwing you under the bus so they can come out on top. I grew up around the group mentality.
Well, I hope your little group is watching and watching close, because you’re going to be one of the first female victims of MS-13 here in WCF. And if they want to take XIII as the opportunity to get involved, I welcome the chance to mess up their pretty little heads, too. You want to talk about PMS, well the rivers will definitely flow with your blood at XIII.
JJ smirks at that last comment.
JJ: So, the next one I want to talk about is this Smartina woman who apparently came from out of nowhere, but then again half these women really are out of nowhere. Well, Smartina, you’re not very Smartina if you think you’re going to walk out of this battle royal as the winner. Smartina? What is with these names? First Cheyenne, then Smartina, oh great. There’s another participant called Karma Bishop. Seriously. This is supposed to be a groundbreaking moment not only for XIII but for women’s wrestling here in WCF and we have a bunch of women who were obviously high or just plain stupid when they came up with their ring names to use.
Karma Bishop? From what I read, you were apparently a wrestler with several years of history before you hung up your boots. Now, after seeing your husband’s success here in WCF, you feel inspired to break out the wrestling boots again. First, I want to jump back to the Native American-Scottish-Irish mutt and resident Paste Eater, Cheyenne, and ask why the fuck out of all the women in this match, I’m the one that is accused of running back to the lesser chromosome when you have two other women, Karma Bishop and Alessandra who are both only wrestling due to the inspiration of their male counterparts?
See, I’m not in this match because of Gravedigger. I’m not in this match because of his success. I’m in this match for the following reasons: to make history, to fuck some people up, and to make my people in MS-13 proud. I’m here to represent my people. I’m not here because of some group sending me as a representative, I’m not here because of my significant other like the rest of you are.
Back to Karma though, because I am far from through with you, chica. So you feel inspired by your man’s success, but I’m just sitting back wondering what kind of success you’re referring to? The success of the Brotherhood? What success have they had exactly? Your man, Kevin Bishop, is basically the only one that’s really held any gold while a member of said group. I mean FPV did, too, but oops…did as in former champion. Hmm. The only success that group has had is that they still exist at all and haven’t been completely decimated by other groups such as Pantheon or Zero Tolerance.
So that’s what you consider success? That is all it takes to inspire you to put the boots on once more? Is this supposed to be an indication of how your indies career was as well? I mean if we’re in this battle royal and you eliminate one person but then eventually lose the match, will you consider your first match back a success? Or is it even more amusing than that? Is your measurement of success lasting more than a couple of minutes in this match?
Some people may look at this list of participants and after seeing your previous history of being a wrestler, they may think you’re a favorite to win this match. I’ll tell anyone watching this right now that thinks that’s true, that you’re more retarded than that twit, Cheyenne. I may not have years of wrestling experience, but I have a LIFETIME of experience in the streets. You don’t grow up around people like the members of MS-13 without graduating from the school of hard knocks and what you Barbie dolls need to realize is this environment that is XIII, this hardcore environment is my home.
At the risk of ripping off someone else’s catchphrase in wrestling, you’re stepping into my yard. Like in my life, karma has no effect on me and I do not fear it. Just like I don’t fear you either Karma Bishop. You call yourself the Queen B, but that’s going to change in this Final Girl Battle Royal when you are dethroned in front of the world.
Now, let’s move onto another participant: DIAVOLO. Alessandra Malignaggi née Allegri. Get the fuck out of here. No, seriously. Get the fuck out of here. Here we have another woman only jumping into this match because her man has been successful in WCF. The wife of Joey Flash. First of all, how’s Christian? Yeah, fuck you, I said it. Hashtag cheap heel heat. Hashtag never too soon, bitch. How is your husband, by the way?
First, yeah, he did beat Gravedigger, but where is he now after that grueling battle? What happened to your big bad husband and all his talk about defending the world title every week? One match with Gravedigger, for all the trash he talked about my man’s legacy and here he is kicking back now. Licking his wounds after just narrowly beating Gravedigger.
Are these the kind of men you women look up to and feel inspired by? These men who just barely make it. These men who are just barely able to survive each week and then scurry away to lick their wounds? See, Gravedigger may have lost, but he isn’t scurrying away to lick his wounds. No, he is manning up and fighting David Sanchez in his very next match.
This is the man who I look up to and who inspires me. See, Gravedigger is a powerful man and can speak for himself. He doesn’t need his girl to speak for him like Joey Flash needed you to do so in his promo for the match. Cute by the way. I’m expecting no different from you as well as Flash speaks for you for our battle royal, right? Maybe that will give Cheyenne something else to talk to her computer bot friend about. Gravedigger speaks for himself and I for myself.
So I did some research on you and discovered that just like Karma Bishop, you also have some previous wrestling experience. In some company called UCI, primarily along with Jared Holmes’ girl Thursday Kerrigan. Again, I’m not worried about a group of Barbie dolls who have hopped and pranced and bodyslammed their way around the ring, giggling like they’re still in high school.
I’ve listened to your promos there. I paid close attention to when you transcribed Joey Flash’s promo the other week and the more I re-watched or read them again, the more I begin to hate you and realized that you’re really nothing more than some high-class bitch who laces up the wrestling boots as some kind of little hobby. Most women in your position tend to stick with tennis or bridge, but see you decide to be dangerous. You think if a big fish like Joey Flash can tear the water up in a small pond like WCF that this whole wrestling thing must be easy.
But at XIII, in our battle royal, it’s not going to be easy, chica. You’re not going to have your girl Thursday Kerrigan there to watch your back. Joey Flash may be at ringside on commentary at XIII, but I can promise you that Gravedigger will be there as well and your man does not want to tangle with Digger so soon after their match.
Now, before I end this little promo, there’s one more person who was added at the last minute, Sarah Twilight. How this is even possible to begin with since she was supposedly killed recently, we’ll just look past all that. Clearly out of everyone, she’s the most experienced in the ring. World champion, tag champion, TV champion, and Elite champion. First woman to ever hold the world title.
To most people that would be a very impressive resume, right? Unfortunately, I gotta tear out a page of the book of the people who talk shit about Gravedigger though and point out that all of those titles were in 2012 and 2013. It’s been over 3 years since you last held a title. I also need to point out that your most recent attempts at returning to WCF were just absolutely horrible. I mean lost match after lost match after lost match. Pinned in some of the most humiliating ways possible. You also bombed in helping lead a faction but then again when you team up with people like Logan and Dag, what exactly can you expect? Still, it’s another recent black mark on your record.
You entering this battle royal, what is it really? Is this a third attempt in the course of a couple of years to jump start your career once more? Do you really feel that the third time will be a charm? I mean the fed is light years beyond what it was when you were the one on top of the company. Just like last summer and late spring last year, WCF was in a slump and you happened to be there to take advantage.
Karma made a joke about you being a zombie or something and I think she was onto something. See, ever since Steve Orbit beat you for the world title those years back, you’ve just struggled to really do anything great anymore. You basically died that night when he beat you. You’ve just been shuffling around like some kind of zombie. Recently, Lilith killed you but apparently our eyes deceived us. Apparently, she just knocked you out. Don’t worry though, chica, we’ll put you down in the Final Girl battle royal. You’re not going to just waltz or rather shuffle into this match and toss everyone over the top rope and win. I’ll be damned if I let you come in and use me to revitalize your career. This is one historical moment that you’re not going to get.
Just like all the others in this match, you are not prepared for the onslaught I will bring to that ring. Karma Bishop wants to call herself the Queen B, well I’m a Queen of MS-13. I wonder what beehive Karma is the Queen of? The Brotherhood?
JJ laughs.
JJ: Women?
JJ laughs harder.
JJ: Certainly not of the female gender as you don’t represent me, bitch. I’m a queen of one of the deadliest street gangs in the world. WCF has felt the wrath of MS-13 on numerous occasions. The time when Seth Lerch was nearly beaten to death, the time when his home was burned down, or even the time when one of the shows ended in a violent riot that resulted in the injuries of many fans and cost both Seth Lerch and the WCF so much money that it helped along the temporary closing of WCF’s doors. Are you the queen of something like that? No, the only dangerous thing you and the other participants in this match is worried about is a sprained ankle or a broken nail or in the case of Sarah Twilight, another failed attempt at being at the top of the WCF mountain.
At XIII, when the smoke clears and you all look up into the ring to see me still standing in there with the referee raising my arm, you’ll have more than sprained ankles and broken nails to worry about, you’ll have broken bodies and broken spirits to worry about. None of you are made for this. None of you will survive this.
The hardcore environment is my home. I grew up in it. Gravedigger may be the Epitome of Hardcore, but I’m the Queen of Hardcore.
JJ smirks with one eyebrow raised as the scene fades to black.
Woman: Oh Lilobear don’t be said that Obibear had to die just like all your other little bear friends like Sarebear and Log----
The scene freezes as a voiceover is heard.
Hiya, WCF! This is me! JJ aka Juanita Jaurez! Look at me playing with my bears being all happiful and stuffs. The world is just so great and grand when you’ve gots all these teddys bears everywhere. I can’t wait for Corey Bear’s XIII so I can run around the ring hugging all the other bears in the ring and giving them cookies! It’s just such a gre---
You can suddenly hear the sound of a record scratching as the voice changes to a more familiar version of JJ’s voice.
Are you fucking serious? This isn’t me, WCF. I’m not some mental, cocaine-riddled whore who dresses retarded, gives out cookies, and refers to everyone as Teddy Bears! I’m not some ridiculous caricature!
The scene switches to a huge auditorium-looking place. The seats are all removed and torches line the sides of the place. The floor of the auditorium is filled with bikers wearing jackets that bear the MS-13 insignia. They’re all on their knees, bowing up and down, their arms raised to the sky, chanting something that can’t really be heard. At the front of the auditorium is a stage. On that stage are a pair of tall-backed chairs that look like makeshift thrones.
Seated on the thrones are WCF Legend Gravedigger, wearing a crown that is tilted on his head, dressed in regal clothing including a cape that falls behind him. Seated beside him is JJ. JJ is also wearing a crown. Her brunette hair flows down around her shoulders, covering the top of a similar looking cape clasped around her neck. She is wearing a tight-fitting black shirt and black tights. Hooked to her side on her belt is a whip. She grabs the whip, rolls it out to its full length and snaps it in the air. As the sound of the whip crack is heard, the scene freezes once more.
THIS. THIS is me, WCF. Juanita Juarez. The baddest bitch in WCF. Fuck what you heard about Sarah Twilight, Ana Valentine, Chelsea Black Armstrong, KJE, or those two dope heads Katherine Phoenix and Lilith…I’M the one that you’ll remember when you think of the fairer sex here in WCF.
I’M the one who led Gravedigger back into prominence here in WCF when he was Hector Rodriguez. I’M the one that helped take out Chad Evans and end a major world champion’s reign at the top. I’M the one that embarrassed him and ran him out. How many of you bitches here in WCF have ran a man from the fed? How many of you took a world champion down and humiliated him on live TV and made him leave? Yeah, people will say Sarah Twilight did that to Eric Price, but we’re talking about big, bad champions, not weak little boys with a bladder to match! Even Bobby Cairo couldn’t stop me as he watched on as his protégé was taken down. Who among you has made even Bobby Cairo pause?
See, unlike these other little wannabes here in this match at XIII, I’m the one with an established presence, I’m the one with the history here. XIII’s first ever women’s battle royal is going to feature me as the winner and the rest of the competition is going to be as forgotten as they were before the match was even announced. Yeah, Sarah Twilight, I see you on the list of participants. You’re all but forgotten already as well. You’re in for a world of hurt, chicas! Mara Salvatrucha don’t play!
The scene fades out.
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I. SMELL. BACON.
The scene fades back into the front of a police station. Words appear across the bottom left corner of the screen.
Two Weeks Ago
Phoenix Police Department
Phoenix, Arizona
The scene switches inside of an interrogation room. JJ is seated in a chair on the side of the room facing the obvious two-way mirror. Her brunette hair is in dreads, hanging down past her shoulders. She is wearing a v-neck dark blue t-shirt and a black skirt. She sighs audibly as she stares daggers through the two-way mirror, occasionally chewing on a piece of gum in her mouth. The door finally opens up and a pair of detectives walk in. One is a man with a stupid-looking mustache and a balding head. He is wearing a pin-striped dress shirt and a light blue tie with black dress pants. The woman is wearing a black pant-suit with a blue shirt underneath. She is a redhead who is wearing her hair in a ponytail. She does not have a stupid-looking mustache.
The female detective leans against the wall to the side of the two-way mirror, her arms crossed, looking closely at JJ. The man grabs the chair across from JJ, and spins it around and sits in it backwards, plopping down a folder loudly. JJ smirks at the detective.
Male Detective: So, Miss Juanita Juarez. I see you go by JJ. May I call you that?
JJ: Lawyer.
The two detectives exchange a confused look. The male detective turns back to JJ, partially grinning.
Male Detective: You want a laywer? For asking you what name we can call you?
JJ: Lawyer.
Male Detective: You’re not in trouble, Miss Jaurez. You don’t need a lawyer.
JJ: Not in trouble? Then peace!
JJ stands up and starts to turn towards the door when the female detective uncrosses her arm and stands up straight.
Female Detective: You’re not free to go. Sit down.
JJ: Then what are you charging me for?
Female Detective: Sit down.
JJ stands there for a few seconds, chewing her gum and finally sits back down.
Male Detective: Ok, so we’ll just call you Miss Juarez then. So, Miss Juarez. Will you please tell us of your whereabouts on the night of December 23rd?
JJ looks at the cop and glares at him for a few seconds, absentmindedly chewing her gum some more before finally answering.
JJ: I ain’t saying shit until my lawyer is here.
The male detective sighs in frustration. He smirks as he responds.
Male Detective: You’re apparently not going to have proper grammar until your lawyer gets here either.
JJ scoffs.
JJ: Oh so now you’re the grammar police, too? Wow, as if you pigs didn’t already have enough reasons to harass minorities, now you’re going after our grammar, too?
Male Detective: WHOA! No reason to bring race into this. We’re just trying to find out what happened on the night of December 23rd.
JJ: I’m sure a lot of things happened on the 23rd of December, Detective.
Male Detective: We’re talking about the firebombing and attack of The Phoenix nightclub that night.
JJ’s face lights up with a look of concern.
JJ: Oh you mean there was a fire at that night club?
The female detective rolls her eyes.
Female Detective: I find it hard to believe that you don’t know about it.
JJ’s eyebrows furrow as she glares at the female detective.
JJ: What’s that supposed to mean, chica?
Female Detective: We know that MS-13 was behind the attack.
JJ: What’s that got to do with me?
Male Detective: Well, your brother is the local leader of the gang. Eyewitnesses have your boyfriend, Gravedigger, and a mutual friend Adrian at the scene. They’re both in separate interrogation rooms.
JJ laughs.
JJ: They had nothing to do with it.
Male Detective: How do you know?
JJ: You pigs aren’t smart enough to catch Adrian in the act of doing anything wrong and Gravedigger was with me that night.
Male Detective: Doing what?
JJ: We was having a Netflix and chill session but that’s not really any of your business.
Male Detective: What were you watching?
JJ smirks at him for a couple of seconds as if thinking he was joking. Realizing that he wasn’t, her face turns into a look of surprise. She grins as she looks at the female detective with a “is this dude serious” look on her face. The female detective looks over at the male detective with a confused look. JJ turns back to the male detective.
JJ: What? Do you even know what Netflix and Chill means?
Male Detective: Look, we’re the ones asking questions here! What were you two watching?
The female detective leans in and whispers something in the male detective’s ear. His face perks up in a eureka type look.
JJ: Wow, I’m not surprised with that stupid mustache that you don’t know what Neflix and Chill means.
Male Detective: Hey you watch your mouth!
The male detective brushes his hand across his mustache as the female detective takes over.
Female Detective: So is there anyone else that can vouch as a witness that Gravedigger was with you that night?
JJ grins.
JJ: No, I don’t like a crowd, but for a cutie like you we could make an exception.
The female detective’s eyebrows perk up.
Female Detective: Well, OK, then.
The female detective looks over at the male detective.
Female Detective: I’ve got nothing else here, let’s go talk to this Gravedigger guy.
The male detective sighs and nods his head. He points at JJ as he walks around the table.
Male Detective: You’re not free to go yet. We’ll be back to talk to you again soon.
JJ rolls her eyes.
JJ: I can’t wait.
The man wipes off his shirt due to all the dripping sarcasm coming from JJ. The two detectives leave the room. Around 20 minutes pass by before the door to the room opens once more, but this time it’s a police officer instead of the detectives from before.
Officer: Miss Juarez, you are free to go. Mr. Burroughs and his lawyer are out here.
One of JJ’s eyebrows raises.
JJ: Lawyer?
Officer: Yes, ma’am. A Mr. Abarron Berman. You’re both free to go.
JJ’s face lights up. She hops up out of the chair and walks out of the interrogation room. She sees Gravedigger down the hall. They share a sly look with each other as JJ walks up to him and pecks him on the lips with a quick kiss. Gravedigger puts his arm around JJ as he starts talking to the lawyer. JJ reaches into one of her pockets with her free arm and pulls out her phone. She switches to the Messenger app and scrolls down to her brother’s name, Diagur.
“It fucking worked. These stupid fucking pigs were left dumbfounded.”
She sends the message and a few seconds later, her phone buzzes with a text message notification.
“Bueno, mi quierda hermana. Te veo pronto.” (Good, my dear sister. See you soon.)
JJ slides the phone back into her pocket as Gravedigger finishes up the conversation with the lawyer. She walks out of the station with Gravedigger and the lawyer, who walks away from them once outside to a limo waiting across the parking lot. JJ turns as two members of MS-13 walk over from the parking lot and one holds out a pair of keys. They nod to her as she walks past them towards Gravedigger’s motorcycle. He says something to the bikers and then walks over and steps in front of JJ, sitting down on his bike.
JJ climbs on behind him and puts her arms around Gravedigger’s Hall of Fame torso and sighs with a smirk. The other two bikers climb on their rides and all three men bring their bikes to life, back up and pull out of the parking lot and onto the nearby road. The scene fades out as they ride out into the distance.
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Making History
The scene opens up one last time inside of what appears to be a makeshift lockerroom. Signs of it being more like a dressing room for musicians coupled with the fact that Gravedigger ended his promo in the empty arena of this week’s XIII makes it clear that the scene takes place at the First Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
JJ has on her black wrestling tights and tight-fitting black t-shirt. Her hair is still in dreadlocks which rest on her back and others hanging down, obscuring her face as she laces up a pair of white boots. She finally sits up straight and looks at the camera.
JJ: Final Girl Battle Royal. XIII’s first ever women’s only match. History. That’s what the match is going to be about. The first time many of the women in the match have been in a WCF match. See, we could have had another female WCF veteran in the ring like Lilith or Lilo Bear as I’ve heard her called, but as everyone knows she was too chicken to be in the match. But you know what, Dildo Bear? It’s good that you weren’t in the match because I would have caved your face in with these.
JJ holds up a pair of brass knuckles which she slides onto her right hand. She makes a fist and holds it up for the camera.
JJ: Dildo Bear, you just don’t realize how badly I wanted you to be in this match so I could make your smile more lopsided than it already is. People may be wondering, why all the hate for Lilith? What did she do to you? Why do I want to attack her? Because she’s retarded. She’s an annoying little perra that needs to be put down for the sake of women everywhere. You know, maybe it’s good that she’s not in this match, because we all need that one person that’s retarded and easy to make fun of.
JJ takes off the brass knuckles and takes them off camera as she lowers her hand off screen.
JJ: But wait, we’re in luck! Taking the place of Dildo Bear as retarded and easy to make fun of is one of my opponents in this battle royal…CHEYENNE. Everything about this bitch just screams special needs! She has a Native American name but looks and acts like she’s Scottish or Irish. Then there’s her terrible attempts at using Twitter.
Just curious, chica, but are you using a computer bot to put together your Tweets? Everything sounds so robotic that you are tweeting. I’m not sure if you’re really a person or if when your music plays, some guy is going to walk out with a laptop open with your picture on it and place it in the ring. Is your little computer bot going to fight for you, too?
No, see, apparently, we all need to worry about some big, bad group called PMS. Is this really a group of wrestlers? Or are you telling us you’re going to be on your period during the match? I mean I know this is a NO DQ environment, but that’s not the kind of blood I was expecting! You also ran your mouth in a tweet to me about running to the lesser chromosome.
When did I run to the lesser chromosome? You trying to be some kind of independent woman who needs no man? Chica, I need no man either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like me a fine, muscly man like Gravedigger. I’m powerful, too. I grew up in a violent environment. I grew up on the streets surrounded by gangs, by bikers like MS-13. Bitch, I need no one. I don’t need to rely on anyone to get my shit done. You apparently do. Also, what does that say about you that you’re the one heralding in the group?? You know what happens to people like you? You pave the way, but usually at your own expense. See, whoever this big bad group is that you’ve got backing you up, they’re throwing you under the bus so they can come out on top. I grew up around the group mentality.
Well, I hope your little group is watching and watching close, because you’re going to be one of the first female victims of MS-13 here in WCF. And if they want to take XIII as the opportunity to get involved, I welcome the chance to mess up their pretty little heads, too. You want to talk about PMS, well the rivers will definitely flow with your blood at XIII.
JJ smirks at that last comment.
JJ: So, the next one I want to talk about is this Smartina woman who apparently came from out of nowhere, but then again half these women really are out of nowhere. Well, Smartina, you’re not very Smartina if you think you’re going to walk out of this battle royal as the winner. Smartina? What is with these names? First Cheyenne, then Smartina, oh great. There’s another participant called Karma Bishop. Seriously. This is supposed to be a groundbreaking moment not only for XIII but for women’s wrestling here in WCF and we have a bunch of women who were obviously high or just plain stupid when they came up with their ring names to use.
Karma Bishop? From what I read, you were apparently a wrestler with several years of history before you hung up your boots. Now, after seeing your husband’s success here in WCF, you feel inspired to break out the wrestling boots again. First, I want to jump back to the Native American-Scottish-Irish mutt and resident Paste Eater, Cheyenne, and ask why the fuck out of all the women in this match, I’m the one that is accused of running back to the lesser chromosome when you have two other women, Karma Bishop and Alessandra who are both only wrestling due to the inspiration of their male counterparts?
See, I’m not in this match because of Gravedigger. I’m not in this match because of his success. I’m in this match for the following reasons: to make history, to fuck some people up, and to make my people in MS-13 proud. I’m here to represent my people. I’m not here because of some group sending me as a representative, I’m not here because of my significant other like the rest of you are.
Back to Karma though, because I am far from through with you, chica. So you feel inspired by your man’s success, but I’m just sitting back wondering what kind of success you’re referring to? The success of the Brotherhood? What success have they had exactly? Your man, Kevin Bishop, is basically the only one that’s really held any gold while a member of said group. I mean FPV did, too, but oops…did as in former champion. Hmm. The only success that group has had is that they still exist at all and haven’t been completely decimated by other groups such as Pantheon or Zero Tolerance.
So that’s what you consider success? That is all it takes to inspire you to put the boots on once more? Is this supposed to be an indication of how your indies career was as well? I mean if we’re in this battle royal and you eliminate one person but then eventually lose the match, will you consider your first match back a success? Or is it even more amusing than that? Is your measurement of success lasting more than a couple of minutes in this match?
Some people may look at this list of participants and after seeing your previous history of being a wrestler, they may think you’re a favorite to win this match. I’ll tell anyone watching this right now that thinks that’s true, that you’re more retarded than that twit, Cheyenne. I may not have years of wrestling experience, but I have a LIFETIME of experience in the streets. You don’t grow up around people like the members of MS-13 without graduating from the school of hard knocks and what you Barbie dolls need to realize is this environment that is XIII, this hardcore environment is my home.
At the risk of ripping off someone else’s catchphrase in wrestling, you’re stepping into my yard. Like in my life, karma has no effect on me and I do not fear it. Just like I don’t fear you either Karma Bishop. You call yourself the Queen B, but that’s going to change in this Final Girl Battle Royal when you are dethroned in front of the world.
Now, let’s move onto another participant: DIAVOLO. Alessandra Malignaggi née Allegri. Get the fuck out of here. No, seriously. Get the fuck out of here. Here we have another woman only jumping into this match because her man has been successful in WCF. The wife of Joey Flash. First of all, how’s Christian? Yeah, fuck you, I said it. Hashtag cheap heel heat. Hashtag never too soon, bitch. How is your husband, by the way?
First, yeah, he did beat Gravedigger, but where is he now after that grueling battle? What happened to your big bad husband and all his talk about defending the world title every week? One match with Gravedigger, for all the trash he talked about my man’s legacy and here he is kicking back now. Licking his wounds after just narrowly beating Gravedigger.
Are these the kind of men you women look up to and feel inspired by? These men who just barely make it. These men who are just barely able to survive each week and then scurry away to lick their wounds? See, Gravedigger may have lost, but he isn’t scurrying away to lick his wounds. No, he is manning up and fighting David Sanchez in his very next match.
This is the man who I look up to and who inspires me. See, Gravedigger is a powerful man and can speak for himself. He doesn’t need his girl to speak for him like Joey Flash needed you to do so in his promo for the match. Cute by the way. I’m expecting no different from you as well as Flash speaks for you for our battle royal, right? Maybe that will give Cheyenne something else to talk to her computer bot friend about. Gravedigger speaks for himself and I for myself.
So I did some research on you and discovered that just like Karma Bishop, you also have some previous wrestling experience. In some company called UCI, primarily along with Jared Holmes’ girl Thursday Kerrigan. Again, I’m not worried about a group of Barbie dolls who have hopped and pranced and bodyslammed their way around the ring, giggling like they’re still in high school.
I’ve listened to your promos there. I paid close attention to when you transcribed Joey Flash’s promo the other week and the more I re-watched or read them again, the more I begin to hate you and realized that you’re really nothing more than some high-class bitch who laces up the wrestling boots as some kind of little hobby. Most women in your position tend to stick with tennis or bridge, but see you decide to be dangerous. You think if a big fish like Joey Flash can tear the water up in a small pond like WCF that this whole wrestling thing must be easy.
But at XIII, in our battle royal, it’s not going to be easy, chica. You’re not going to have your girl Thursday Kerrigan there to watch your back. Joey Flash may be at ringside on commentary at XIII, but I can promise you that Gravedigger will be there as well and your man does not want to tangle with Digger so soon after their match.
Now, before I end this little promo, there’s one more person who was added at the last minute, Sarah Twilight. How this is even possible to begin with since she was supposedly killed recently, we’ll just look past all that. Clearly out of everyone, she’s the most experienced in the ring. World champion, tag champion, TV champion, and Elite champion. First woman to ever hold the world title.
To most people that would be a very impressive resume, right? Unfortunately, I gotta tear out a page of the book of the people who talk shit about Gravedigger though and point out that all of those titles were in 2012 and 2013. It’s been over 3 years since you last held a title. I also need to point out that your most recent attempts at returning to WCF were just absolutely horrible. I mean lost match after lost match after lost match. Pinned in some of the most humiliating ways possible. You also bombed in helping lead a faction but then again when you team up with people like Logan and Dag, what exactly can you expect? Still, it’s another recent black mark on your record.
You entering this battle royal, what is it really? Is this a third attempt in the course of a couple of years to jump start your career once more? Do you really feel that the third time will be a charm? I mean the fed is light years beyond what it was when you were the one on top of the company. Just like last summer and late spring last year, WCF was in a slump and you happened to be there to take advantage.
Karma made a joke about you being a zombie or something and I think she was onto something. See, ever since Steve Orbit beat you for the world title those years back, you’ve just struggled to really do anything great anymore. You basically died that night when he beat you. You’ve just been shuffling around like some kind of zombie. Recently, Lilith killed you but apparently our eyes deceived us. Apparently, she just knocked you out. Don’t worry though, chica, we’ll put you down in the Final Girl battle royal. You’re not going to just waltz or rather shuffle into this match and toss everyone over the top rope and win. I’ll be damned if I let you come in and use me to revitalize your career. This is one historical moment that you’re not going to get.
Just like all the others in this match, you are not prepared for the onslaught I will bring to that ring. Karma Bishop wants to call herself the Queen B, well I’m a Queen of MS-13. I wonder what beehive Karma is the Queen of? The Brotherhood?
JJ laughs.
JJ: Women?
JJ laughs harder.
JJ: Certainly not of the female gender as you don’t represent me, bitch. I’m a queen of one of the deadliest street gangs in the world. WCF has felt the wrath of MS-13 on numerous occasions. The time when Seth Lerch was nearly beaten to death, the time when his home was burned down, or even the time when one of the shows ended in a violent riot that resulted in the injuries of many fans and cost both Seth Lerch and the WCF so much money that it helped along the temporary closing of WCF’s doors. Are you the queen of something like that? No, the only dangerous thing you and the other participants in this match is worried about is a sprained ankle or a broken nail or in the case of Sarah Twilight, another failed attempt at being at the top of the WCF mountain.
At XIII, when the smoke clears and you all look up into the ring to see me still standing in there with the referee raising my arm, you’ll have more than sprained ankles and broken nails to worry about, you’ll have broken bodies and broken spirits to worry about. None of you are made for this. None of you will survive this.
The hardcore environment is my home. I grew up in it. Gravedigger may be the Epitome of Hardcore, but I’m the Queen of Hardcore.
JJ smirks with one eyebrow raised as the scene fades to black.
