RP Legend:
Part I: Internal Monologue.
Part II: Story/Scene.
Part III: On Camera Match Promo.

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Internal monologue.

The question that will eventually come my way is Brittany... How do you feel about Gloria Williams-Braddock telling anyone within earshot she's going to win back the World Heavyweight Title she was screwed out of back at Revelation? Glory is a wrestler, her daddy embedded in her to work hard to become the best in the world. And for my partner in crime that includes becoming Heavyweight Champion. I respect that. Just don't expect me to step aside or enjoy how she's ignoring one thing; I want to become Heavyweight Champion too.

She knows I want the title. What I question is why is she belly aching about winning the title she felt management screwed her out of when I have a match against the current Heavyweight Champion, Steve Pinex. I'm not strolling into my match with “The Ebony Destroyer” looking to soften him up for my tag pattern, the hell on earth I'm aiming to put him through will be for the benefit of one person and one person only, me.

I am not Glory's enforcer, I'm not her hired muscle, everything I do in that ring is for me and to promote Extreme Prejudice. Because the way I see things there's no clear cut number one contender for his title. When I prove I can walk into the valley of the shadow of death and not only prove I'm just as great, if not better then “The Ebony Destroyer,” I don't care who makes the decision, they'll have no choice. I will main event Generation Next. I will challenge Pinex for the Heavyweight Championship... not Gloria Williams Braddock. And if she has a problem with that? Ha. I could care less. Knowing her she will come after my title, and if thats the case, a womans got to do what a womans got to do. Its not personal. Its business. Plain and simple.

My match is all about positioning. Thats the only sensible way to approach it. With one more Battlezone left I need to make my statement. Pinex, I hope you're ready. You've never faced a monster like Brittany Lohan in your life. I am the final solution to your reign as champion. Accept it now... or else...

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“Maternal Deficit.”

Saturday June 24th, 2011.

It feels so great to be home. With the June 27th Battlezone being held in Albuquerque, New Mexico I decided to leave Denver {location of the the June 13th Battlezone} to head back to my hometown of San Diego, California. Unless you're injured or fired you don't receive to many chances to visit home. When the opportunity arise you take advantage.

I was thinking about staying at my old childhood home. If I did everyone from the neighborhood would not have allowed me to get a moments rest. Instead I opted for my predictable yet quiet dwelling, a Motel 6. The last location anybody would consider looking for a wrestler is a rundown motel. I needed to close myself off to keep myself level. I don't desire to go back to prison. Been there. Done that.

I'm sitting on the crimson carpeted floor. My eyes are wired shut, I'm busy fantasizing about the hell on earth I will put Pinex through.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

The obnoxious pounding breaks my concentration. Fully intent on giving my trespasser a piece of my mind I spring up to my feet. I charge at the door. I swing it open. Just as I'm about to light into my guest I stop myself. Is the man in front of me who I think it is?

B-Lo: Peter?

Peter Laurie is my ex-boyfriend. The same ex-boyfriend who cheated on me. He's lucky I didn't kill him. While spending the best years of my life in prison for domestic abuse, I cracked him over the head with my grandmother antique green vase; to my horror I discovered I was pregnant with child. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with the kid. Not because she reminded me of him. I didn't want kids. They're useless. They're parasites.

I gave up my full parental rights. The courts, myself and Peter are the only living beings who know about our little girl. My sister doesn't know. Like hell I would tell Glory I have a child. She is going to find out eventually. I'll let her know soon

A wave of relief washes over him. Why? I'm going to kill you!

Peter: Thank goodness your here. We have a situation.

B-Lo: No, we don't.

Without an invitation he barges right into my quiet space. I slam the door behind me. As he paces back and forth I'm thinking whats the best way to get away with murder. Who am I kidding? I'm not murdering him. I am a household name. I am next in line for the Heavyweight title. There is no way I'm giving up my five year career for him, doesn't mean I'm tempted.

Peter: I'm soo sorry, Brittany. I tried my best to honor our deal--

I fiercely point at the door.

B-Lo: Get out of here.

Peter: I really wish I could.

B-Lo: Its simple. Turn around and walk away.

Peter: I promised Margret

I blink

B-Lo: Margret? Whose Margret?

Peter flails his hands in the door. What the hell is your problem? You're the dimwit who barged in on “Brittany Lohan time.” I'm going to have three strippers come by later tonight. I'm willing to gamble an entire months salary you haven't gotten laid since I found you screwing my best friend on my satin sheets. My satin sheets? I loved those damn sheets and you soiled them you bastard.

Peter: You forgot our daughters name!

B-Lo: Hello. I've been busy. Prison. Wrestling training. Becoming the best in the world at what I do. I've had more important issues to deal with then worrying about your snot nosed brat.

Peter: Ours Brittany. Ours!

Where is my stress ball when I need it? Ok Brittany, easy. Calm down. In the next three minutes he will realize what a big mistake tracking you down really was. And when he does he will scream for his life after you have thrown him off the Golden Gate Bridge. Stop it. This will be over very very soon. I roll my eyes.

B-Lo: Can you please go away? The MWA machine is putting me in a match with Steve “The Ebony Destroyer” Pinex. I need complete and total solitude. Now please, go away and don't bring this issue up with me again. We had a deal. You were to tell it I died in a car crash.

Peter: I... I tried, Brittany.

B-Lo: Try harder!

Peter: Do you hate me that much? I'm sorry I cheated on you, OK?! It was a mistake.

B-Lo: I never wanted a child. They are no more then little distractions. Do you have any idea how this is going to complicate my life? Hm?

Peter: What about Margret’s life?

B-Lo: She has you.

Peter: She needs her mother, Brittany. Step up!

B-Lo: Excuse me?!

Peter: I'm... I'm sorry. Just give her ten minutes of your time.

I sigh.

B-Lo: If thats what its going to take for you to leave me alone, send the brat in.

Peter: Thank you, Brittany. You're doing the right thing.

No. The right thing would be jamming a shred of glass down your throat. He walks past me, opens the door and rushes outside. Did he leave the little girl he cares so much about in his car in this part of town? What a dumbass.

It doesn't take him long to come back holding the hand of his eleven year old daughter Wow. She's tall for a girl her age. My guess she stands around five four. There's no questioning I'm responsible for her abnormal growth. She looks so much like me I don't believe it. I gave birth to her?

Without hesitation she comes running to me. I squat down so she can wrap her arms around me. If I had a heart this would be the happiest moment of my life. Since I'm heartless I'll settle for faking the outward appearance of happiness.

B-Lo: Oh my god, your soooo beautiful. I-- I'm speechless.

She pulls away from me for a moment, her skyblue eyes baring deeply into mines.

Margret: Mom?

B-Lo: Yes sweetie?

Margret: Why did daddy lie to me? He told me you died in a accident.

Want to screw with me Peter? Want to complicate my life? You asked for this you son of a bitch! My cobra like eyes infuse the fear of God into him, most people I encounter tell me when I stare at them they feel The Grim Reaper has come to escort their souls into the underworld.

B-Lo: Why did you lie to our daughter, DAD?

Peter: Britt--

B-Lo: Don't you Brittany me?!

Satisfied with his reaction I turn my attention back to my little girl. She's waiting on baited breathe for what I have to say. I frown for effect.

B-Lo: I'm not going to lie to you. Your father and I were going to get married, sweetie, we were going to have three kids running around in a gigantic backyard with a white picket fence and a cute little puppy.

I pause, allowing my words to sink in.

B-Lo: Your father cheated on me with my best friend. I was soo broken up. I didn't know what else to do so I attacked him. It was soo horrible rotting away in prison knowing I wasn't going to see you ever ever again. Its a shame you had to find out the truth this way.

Just as I expected Peter jumped in. He grabbed my little darling by the arm. He spun her around. The panic radiating from his every pour is priceless. I wasn't lying, not entirely anyway. I spent fives years in prison. He did cheat on me. I fudged the marriage part of the story, I had to add that for effect.

Peter: Margie. She's not telling the whole truth.

Margret: How could you do that to mommy?! How could you keep us apart?

Peter: Let me explain.

She slaps him. Ha. Thats my girl.

Margret: I hate you!

Peter: Can I talk to your mother alone?

Margret: No!

I comfort my little girl by resting my right hand on her shoulder. I've watched a lot of mothers over the years comfort their brats. If they could do it so could I. I didn't think my years of observation would come in at a time like this.

B-Lo: Its ok, sweetie.

My little girl rushes out the door. With her clearly out the picture Peter in a heap of rage steps in my face. Who the hell do you think you are? The last time you pissed me off you were in a coma for six full months. Don't make me... calm... brittany... calm...

Peter: What the hell was that?

I smirk.

B-Lo: We had a deal, Peter. You screw with me, I screw with you.

Peter: You have to make things--

B-Lo: I don't owe you anything.

Peter: Goodbye Brittany.

Before Peter can turn his back on me I grab his arm. He flinches. Good. Fear me. Fear, me. You have no idea what I'm capable of.

B-Lo: Leave her with me.

His eyes widen.

Peter: Why? Just a minute ago you wanted nothing to do with her.

B-Lo: I changed my mind.

When you find a human beings weak point you pounce on it. It doesn't matter how enraged with me Peter is he doesn't want to incur the wrath our of eleven year old little girl. Him breaking our promise to give my little girl what she wants showed me he'd move heaven and earth to please her, so I'm going to use that to my advantage. And to think I was bored today. Thanks Peter. You always knew how to make a girl feel better.

B-Lo: She wants to get to know her mother. Why are you going to take that away from her? Think she hates you now? How is she going to handle it when you tell her she can't spend time with her mommy?

Peter: You... you cold hearted bitch!

B-Lo: No need for name calling, Pete. Now. Leave her with me. She's in good hands.

He scoffs.

Peter: Fine.

He storms out my motel. It doesn't take him long to returns with my sweet little girl. I have big plans for you. You will become the weapon I use to make my ex's life a living breathing nightmare. He hasn't suffered enough for the hell he put me through a decade ago. Who did he think he was cheating on me? You wanted me back in your life? Ha. Consider it done.

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Match Promo.
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“Lets talk about assumptions shall we?”

“A wise man once told me, when you assume you make an ass out of u and me. I'm inclined to believe that. Two weeks ago before my exhibition match with The Establishment, I can't quite remember who it was. Whoever the dipshit was had the ghall to say Glory brought me in to help her win back the World Heavyweight Title. Is that how I'm perceived by all of you? That I'm no more then a hired gun content playing second fiddle to MWA's greatest superstar? That is so far from the truth; all of you deserve to have your brains splattered all across your drive way!”

“I will not, nor will I ever... be a hired gun for anyone. I refuse to take orders. And I will never, and I MEAN EVER; be content being Robin. My mentor Angelica Jones did not pour her decades of knowledge into my skull to be remembered as a second tier player. When she took me in under her wing she knew she was looking into the cold callous blue eyes of the future of pro wrestling. When she looked into these viper like eyes she was reminded of a mean streak that far exceeded hers in her prime.”

“Pinex, don't assume when that bell rings I'm doing Glory Braddock's dirty work, or that she was sooo afraid that she hired me to silence you. The dirty work I'll be doing on June 27th will be for one person and one person only... ME!”

“This shouldn't surprise you, I want a shot at your Heavyweight Title. I know, I know Steve, you don't believe I deserve a shot. Even when drill your neck through the mat will that change your mind? You're as close to a wrestling purist as they come so please. Spare me the melodramatic argument how I didn't pay my dues. You didn't believe Gaiter deserved a shot at the Heavyweight Title and he was the Heritage Champion, why should I be any different? I've only won one tag match. Brittany Lohan is out of her mind thinking she's next in line right?”

“Thats the beauty of our non title match, Pinex. I don't need your approval. All I need to do is show up, prove to the Powers That Be that I'm worthy enough to go toe for toe against the all so mighty Ebony Destroyer.”

“Newsflash. This is a sport and a business. If you ran this company no one would receive a Heavyweight Title shot at Generation Next. You buried Carolyn Baker. You killed the dreams of Brianna Lien. You'd scurry for an excuse NOT to put the title on the line against my tag team partner, and Alarra and her husband are using over half the roster to win a petty war so, whose next?

I'll tell you whose next. Me.

This is a business Steven. At the end of the day it doesn't matter how many chin locks we apply or how many drop kicks we floor our victims with, its all about the almighty dollar to the Powers That Be. And what would draw more money at this present time then Brittany Lohan, The Amazonian Warrior, MWA's Final Solution and the toughest bitch in all of pro wrestling versus Mr. Forces of Nature himself? That match will be money in the bank. And I'm going to do everything in my power on the 27th to make my Heavyweight Title match at Generation Next....

…. a reality”