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Date Posted: 10:11:08 10/21/00 Sat
Author: Stacey Lynn Jordan
Subject: Celebration… (Skylar Thomas, Carmen Valentine, Mei Himagaji-Shaw, Tymolin Sianna-Stryker, Janene Stryker, Steven Fury, Chad O. Runner, Christmas Joy, & Julius Stryker) Featuring: Trisha VanReardon







1:02 AM… 19 October, 2000
Circle Locker Room, Egg Arena
(Following GWA Insurrection…)



Stacey was dead silent and her face portrayed no emotion at all as the doctor stitched up the laceration on the back of her head through her parted hair. Trisha VanReardon grimaced as the doctor stuck the needle filled with Novocain into her scalp to numb the pain… but Stacey was still just as solemn and locked deep in thought. As the doctor finished up he gave her instructions on how to care for the wound, but still Stacey paid him no attention and Trisha took it upon herself to dismiss the doctor after a brief apology on her behalf. Trisha grabbed a stack of towels and fresh water as she set to washing her hair…





Trisha: If you wont acknowledge anyone… I suppose it’s up to me to take care of you…

Stacey’s eyes met Trisha’s, but still she said nothing as she went back to ignoring everyone and everything…

Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she began to pick pieces of glass and plastic out of Stacey’s curly locks. She wet a towel and set to washing the blood from her hair…

Trisha: So… what’s the deal with that Carmen Valentine chick? She seemed really pissed off at you.

Stacey never moved, not even to acknowledge the comment made by Trisha. Trisha frowned slightly as she felt sure that her comment would spark some sort of reaction in her one way or the other…

Trisha: And how about those First Ladies coming out there to help you… that was great!

As Trisha waited for a reaction, Stacey merely yawned, not revealing her thoughts in the meanwhile. Trisha became increasingly more agitated at Stacey’s lack of concern for anyone in the room. Trisha tosses the bloody towel into the sink and sits down beside Stacey as she continues to stare off into the distance and worked her hands absently…

Trisha: Look Stacey… I don’t know what’s wrong other than the obvious! You and this Valentine person have problems and she attacks you and has the nerve to point a gun at your head… you’re scared… you’re angry… I can imagine! But if you don’t talk about it… it’ll eat you up inside like a cancer.

Stacey turned to Trish and stared at her…

Stacey: Is that what you think? Do you honestly think that I give a damn about Carmen Valentine… let alone be scared of her? Let me explain this to you… Carmen and I have had an extensive history… but that’s all it is… HISTORY! Carmen comes out to the ring and demonstrates exactly why she’s lost to me every single time she’s stepped inside the squared circle with me… she has no heart and no damn wrestling skills! The only new move she has is packing a pistol that she doesn’t have the guts to use! But make no mistake… Ms. Valentine is going to wish to God that she had blown my f*cking brains out tonight!

A slow smile crosses her face… a sadistic smile…

Stacey: It’s just this simple… Carmen is a creature of habit. She’ll never change… and she’ll never accept the fact that what once was… is no longer. I have no reason to be pissed at her tonight… it was merely an extension of what was true in The SWA. I come out and do my thing… I turn my back and she hits me with this, that, or the other thing. I get pissed off and challenge her to a match… and consequently I powerbomb her on her skinny little ass and win the match… only to end up being attacked over and over again. I can’t say that wouldn’t enjoy the hell out of that right now… but you see… times change. I’m not going to challenge her to a match… I’m going to do what she didn’t have the heart to do here tonight… I’m going to rid the f*cking planet of that “Pain In The Ass” and I’m gonna do it the right way!

A look of concern crosses Trisha’s face…

Trisha: Stacey… I don’t think you get it. That woman had every intention of shooting you here tonight! The only reason you aren’t on some slab is because of those women that came to help you!

Stacey’s eyes flare as her features harden. Trisha can almost feel Stacey’s anger bubbling just near the surface, but she doesn’t explode…

Stacey: Help me? They have you believing that load of bullsh*t they shoveled down everyone’s throat… but I wasn’t born yesterday! You see… this is all simple math… a bit of “sl*t arithmetic” if you will! You see… in this equation… one plus one equals five… as in five dead b*tches! I know your time in The SWA was short… so I’ll refresh your memory. It was a Survivalfest Match… it was between myself and Carmen Valentine. Oddly enough… The First Ladies get entered into the mix… Mei Himagaji, Tymolin Sianna, Lita Hino, Kat, and Russia. What do you know? A handicap match! Long story short… Valentine and all her cronies left horizontal that night! No one in this business can tell me that Valentine and The First Ladies aren’t like peas in a f*cking pod! You don’t see one without the other… and I find that just a tad bit hard to believe as a mere coincidence!

Trisha shakes her head…

Trisha: Come on Stacey! You can’t say that what happened here tonight was some elaborate scheme set up by all of them against you! That doesn’t wash with me.

Stacey chuckles…

Stacey: Then in that case… I suppose you’re about as naive as the rest of these GWA idiots! First The First Ladies show up warning that blonde bimbo about a female who’ll run the company into the ground… someone they’ll no doubt have to deal with in due time. Then Carmen shows up and bragging about having me fooled? Apparently she thinks I was born yesterday! First of all… it’ll be a cold day in hell before any of The First Ladies have the guts to even speak about me without remembering being sent to the hospital collectively! Secondly… as I’m laid out with a gun to my head… The First Ladies conveniently show up and rescue me… of course Carmen escapes unscathed!

Stacey grinds her teeth…

Stacey: Do you know what pisses me off the most… the fact that those two faced b*tches actually had the nerve to put their goddamn hands on me! “Oh! We’re sooooooo concerned about Stacey!” GIVE ME A F*CKING BREAK! Do you know who gave a damn about me in The SWA? No f*cking body! Mei turned her goddamn back on me and no matter what the f*ck she says or does… I’ll never trust her ass as far as I can kick it! Tymolin… she and I never have and never will get along! She’s as pathetic as her old man… bragging about beating Seth Jorgenson and making fun of Nikki Silver… as if wishful thinking would make him a bigger man in his own eyes. He goes parading around The GWA acting like a complete and utter jackass! The man makes Nick Stern look like a damn Brain Surgeon! But you see… just like life… we all have to put up and cash-out all the checks we write for our asses sooner or later! Whoopty Doo! Stryker beat Chris Carpenter for the right to have his ass beaten by yet another member of The Circle… but this time it won’t be Jorgenson lumbering around slapping his b*tch ass around. It won’t be Silver gyrating his hips on the top rope before he drives Stryker into the mat face first for yet another humiliating loss… it’ll be me beating his ass all over The GWA venue of his choice as I put him in a goddamn wheelchair for the hell of it! You can include Carmen in that group and you can include those two sl*ts Janene and Christmas Joy in that category as well!

Trisha: Stacey… I don’t think it’s wise for you to bring a GWA official into this… I mean… she had nothing to do with what happened!

Stacey shakes her head with a sarcastic grin…

Stacey: Once again… you’re letting your annoying little “silver lining” that you seem to see in everyone cloud your judgment! That bleached blonde wh*re sure has a wining track record doesn’t she? She ran The SWA… the most powerful wrestling organization anywhere… RIGHT INTO THE F*CKING GROUND! That b*tch is so stupid she could jump out of a ship in the middle of the freaking ocean and still miss the damn water! So the question is this… who in the hell would hire an idiot like her when The GWA is finally taking an upward turn? Fury isn’t a Rocket Scientist… but I’ll give him this much… he’s done one hell of a job compared to the rest of those idiots we had in here before! Joy is obviously a product of yet another one of Runner’s “Great” staffing choices… we all know what a bang up job Tyler Riggs did! So now we come to the question of feuding with the brass? Runner came out here crying about getting his hard ass head dented by a lead pipe and then he threatened to “get me!” Well… obviously I’ve been scared so badly that I can hardly think straight… because I don’t give a good goddamn! Runner can do anything he pleases… but if he doesn’t have the balls to fire me… he doesn’t have the balls to take what I do to his company if he’s ever stupid enough to screw with me! I’m begging him… I’m begging him and Joy both to take their f*cking chances and screw with me! Better yet! Why put off for tomorrow for what you can do today!

Stacey gets to her feet and starts to walk off looking for Joy and Runner, but Trisha grabs her arm and stops her…

Trisha: Goddamn it Stacey! What in the hell is wrong with you? You were almost killed tonight! Do you want to add getting fired to the list too? Look… you became The Maximus Champion here tonight! That’s cause to celebrate… don’t you think?

Stacey pauses and looks down at Trisha’s hand on her arm until she slowly removes it. Stacey turns to her and points her finger in Trisha’s face… advancing on her until she falls backwards on the couch. Stacey stands over her with a look of menace…

Stacey: I’m not your friend and I don’t need a goddamn cheerleader trying to cheer me up while blowing smoke up my ass and telling me it’s a draft from outside! Let me tell you something else! That Maximus Title was good for one thing… giving Stephanie Connor a reason to validate a match between Skylar and I! I could give a damn about the title! Hell… it served it’s purpose… it gave me the right to put Thomas’ ass through the f*cking mat! And it will do the same for Stryker. I’m going to beat the living hell out of him just like I did to his sl*ty ass wife! And exactly how I’ll do to her ass again if she ever… EVER… has the nerve to stick her nose in my business! Now… you can go and celebrate that!

Stacey turns and storms out of the room as Trisha watches her leave with a look of panic and fear as the scene fades…






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