REC:
“When you reach a certain level in your life and career, there is much to be expected. Failure becomes less and less accepted, losing isn’t an option, it doesn’t become a story of success and inspiration when sitting above the rest with my wings spread wide as the Beautiful “World Heavenly Champion” of the SCW. Many have said in the past it is lonely at the top, your friends become challengers, those you respect turn into foes, this Gold Belt becomes more than just a symbol, it transforms into a beacon for others to seek and take from me no matter our history, the trials and tribulations we went through….
It’s a cutthroat business and no one ever stays loyal.
Now the question I have for you, do you really think I’m that naïve? Blind to the fact I will never understand how this company works, the greed and corruption which harbors to the point where a simple contract can change the course of my path within seconds and I can do nothing about it? Or could it be the challenges ahead to discredit Sienna Swann as Champion, give others a reason like Ace Marshall who has been an after thought for months only to return and be given to me? There are some that do not care about Breakdown, their matches or even their record. The stages of wrestling is simple….
As a rookie I wanted one thing, to impress. With time it transitioned to a title, needing that recognition, being rewarded for your hard work and effort, praised by peers, admired by subordinates and listening to the crowd finally accept me for who I was. Does it stay that way? Do delusions and paranoia seep in, affecting once proud men who actually cared about the REAL reason behind this sport not for game, comedy or entertainment…
To shine as the pillar of perfection in a society where my kind are harassed and frowned upon for the beauty of my skin? Has it reached a point of passé? The same rhetoric spewing from the mouths of Ace Marshall, Cassidy Carter, Blake Mason, Syren and even Josh Hudson where these five individuals who have done NOTHING to earn a shot at what I have suddenly get thrown into the spotlight I progressed and almost lost everything to obtain by fighting in a company that has constantly held me back for reasons so ridiculous I simply laugh at?
Being the most alluring woman in this Promotion?
I have reached a level no one else has. Not even Kennedy Street, Syren, Selena Frost and yes, Ace Marshall have failed to do. They were place holders, couldn’t hold the title long enough to make a difference, no matter if Syren was the longest reigning Champion, tell me one thing she did during that reign?
You can’t.
Ace?
No.
Kennedy?
RTG? The following Breakdown what happened? It erases the rest. I have reached the point where every match count, every time I walk out to the ring and give you the memory, a photo opportunity you’ve been waiting for and soar the ratings of the SCW, you remember EVERY SINGLE MOMENT when I step out of the curtain and on Breakdown?
You’ll remember where you were….
The night Ace Marshall is silenced with a mouthful from a Slice of Heaven.”
/REC
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
PROLOGUE: PRIORITIES
Priorities….
It’s easy to criticize me and the choices I made to not attend Under Attack due to other obligations. Modeling is a business of vanity, beauty and exploitations, why do you think it’s such a booming business? The world is an ugly place, why is it so hard to comprehend that people need a little visual stimulation through allure and glamour. So why do you hate models so much? Is it the career of the devil?
No, it’s about jealousy to those who can’t appreciate that only some can actually do this business. So why wasn’t I at Under Attack to defend the World Championship against who? Another pick of the litter opponent like the last PPV? I had the very first Vogue on Location photoshoot and made a ton more money, it’s in my contract.
St. Bart’s, short for Barthélemy is a paradise hidden away even if they speak mostly French. When I heard that the shoot would be here, I was a bit excited though I will admit, I was a bit worried when I knew that I would probably miss the PPV and how I would be looked at by management. See, if people didn’t buy the magazine, if they didn’t download my pictures or spend most of their Google searches on me, so why the hate? Doesn’t matter, I’m the World Champion and I’m sure that I will pay the price for my time “off”.
Laura Steinbeck is a smart business woman, she made this deal with Steve Bain and Vogue, I understand the sacrifices she has made in order for me to reap in those rewards. Maybe I wasn’t very appreciative of it at first and part of me still has some resentment. With everything going on back home with Chris Cannon and Ikiro Yoshida, maybe this was a good idea, get away from everything and just concentrate on me. Laura may not always make the right decisions, but she tries and while the Twins were left on their own for the biggest match of their career, she came with me to make sure that everything went perfect….
I should be flattered, to have her with me here….
Which also worries me.
St. Bart’s
10.21.18
It was the day of the shoot, there was supposed to be some sort of after party, whatever, these days I try to stay away from alcohol, it’s the pledge I made to get Chris to support and sponsor me in AA. I can’t worry about that now. Instead being on the make-up chair for the first few hours of your day was already exhausting. My hair was flowing, Miranda does a great job with my hair. They always like plain jane nails on these shoots, I hate them naked, so I had Guillermo gloss me up a little, this should be one hot shoot…
Wearing a black bikini and this tan made me glisten in the sun, it was going to be one spread out to remember when it was done, then again, that’s always the standard when the Iron angel is involved. Continuing to pose, the corner of my eye saw her, it’s when Laura walked up….
Laura: “You look natural darling in this setting, this just enhances your goddess like beauty.”
Sienna: “Thanks.”
Laura: “You can do me a favor though, look like you’re actually enjoying yourself, smile some, even be a little erotic, show them why you are the Face of Fashion, make us proud and make the statement, it’s what Vogue paid for.”
Sienna: If you want Erotic, look elsewhere there’s plenty in SCW who have done porn.”
Laura scoffed at the thought, can’t say I blamed her even if I did porn it would be the most talked about and must-see event of the decade.
Laura: “This lies the problem, lighten up! No one said porn my dear child. Just suggesting be happier? I know hundreds of girls that would kill to be in this position.”
Sienna: “Fine?”
I rolled my eyes and poured my lips a little more. Laura got the point I was making…
Laura: “You are so serious, it’s always about that sexy look, we know it already, nothing you need to show off, instead look like you’re having fun. Make them jealous of Sienna Swann, have the other model’s pattern after you.”
Apparently, I wasn’t smiling enough, guess I need to look happier with this bikini going up my ass crack….
Sienna: “Sure sweetie, anything for you.”
I wasn’t going to make a scene, there were other models there in awe watching me, knowing the other girls see me as a leader and presence considering just a few years ago I was blacklisted was a bit flattering and at the same time frustrating, having to keep up appearances gets old after a while. Just smile Sienna…..
Laura: “I knew you would understand darling. This is going great, once the world takes a look at these along with the SCW, they will not argue at all the press they will be getting with you as their World champion. Free publicity talks!”
I’ll admit I admired the mind of Laura she had a vision and was always confident in what she was peddling, even to SCW. I knew a little better though, they wouldn’t take to kindly to me missing the PPV…
Sienna: “You do know we will be punished for this? Mr. D will try to scrape up every maggot he can to try and take this from me or at least soften me up for the next PPV. It’s a given, I think we both know that.”
Laura: “After tonight it’s not even going to matter darling. The Truelove Twins will be tag team Champions, you the World, the Beauty Factory will be able to write their own checks, schedules and anything else we desire. Jennifer is already a champion in EMERGE, Willow will as well, this is the beginning of something special, I can feel it in my bones and it’s all centered around you. Vogue is putting in big money, do you know what this means to you? Me? The Beauty Factory?”
Sienna: “I think I do.”
Laura: “Good, then knock them dead beautiful and tonight we celebrate, have a screening of Under Attack where the Twins will win and just enjoy it all.”
Sienna: “I will.”
Laura: “Good…. Okay let’s keep going, she’s ready.”
As Laura walked away, she always gave me this feeling of pride in what I do. Her pep talks were inspiring, they motivated me to do better, it was hard to explain especially when I had so many things going on through my head. Piercing out to the crowds of models, the photographers and anyone involved, seeing what a big deal this was, and all eyes were on me. I did my best to follow Laura’s instructions, I needed to zone out everything that was SCW, it was hard, all I could think about was Chris….
Laura: “That’s it darling, pose, look up at the sky, give me that huge smile, all the pictures you can.”
Photographer: “Yes, Ms. Steinbeck.”
It was all about concentration, yet I couldn’t…..
Fatal Fortunes I
Buffalo, NY.
I didn’t know whether to believe London and Paris or not. They were adamant about Chris Cannon wanting to see me on that night. I had my reservations, considering he lost to Josh Hudson who was affiliated with me in Past. Present. Future for the TV Championship. Chris was being very standoffish all due to the backlash he had with his wife which wasn’t my fault, all I ever asked him to do was sponsor me in AA, it was not like his hand was asked for marriage or something, I never slept with Chris, it seemed ludicrous to me. But the mongrels were already try to cast judgement on him, but they didn’t know the true story and for that I was thankful.
Even though he didn’t want to see me most likely. It didn’t matter, I was still going to see him. I should have been celebrating then again, Dylan Howell and Tommy Valentine were right now not in my league, at this point, no one was, I’m the World Champion.
Wearing a dinner dress and heels, slicking my hair back in a ponytail, my nails and make-up were on point, my thinking in this was simple….
Why not?
If the Twins were wrong, so be it, I still make my presence known to him. If they were right? Then who knows. After the event I made my way to his hotel room, he could need an ear with everything that’s been going on, it obviously affected him in the ring. I could give Hudson credit for the win but he’s an asshole, I’m keeping the peace with him because of Regan.
Hesitant and nervous, slowly knocking on the door, I didn’t know what to expect until he opened it, standing there in a tight shirt and shorts, It was pretty apparent I was a bit overdressed but that can change easily….
Sienna: “Hi.”
Chris: “Not right now, Sienna.”
Sienna: “Wait… can I come in?”
Chris: “Not a good idea.”
He went to close the door, I wedged my foot in between risking him breaking it with how strong he was. My heels didn’t have much support, luckily he stopped right before it slammed into the side of my left foot…..
Chris: “Sienna, please.”
Sienna: “I just want to talk, we haven’t had a chance. Tonight, was an anomaly, please, Chris?”
Chris: “Sienna….”
Fuck this, I pushed the door open and forced myself in, kicking off my heels and sitting on the couch, he was not going to deny me talking to him, not tonight. Were the Twins pulling my wings? Longer he stood at the door the more likely it felt but at this point, I simply didn’t care. He closed the door and stood there in front of me with his arms crossed, he didn’t look very pleased….
Chris: “Why are you doing this?”
Sienna: “Because I love you….”
Chris: “…. Stop. This is not love.”
Rude…
Sienna: “I’m not some twelve-year-old kid, Chris, don’t patronize me. I know what it is like to be in love, so do you and somewhere inside that heart of yours there are feelings for me and you know it.”
Chris: “How many times do I need to say it to you? Why do you find it so bloody hard to believe that I love Kelcey and no one else?”
Sienna: “Call it women’s intuition if you like, I know there is something there. I felt it when we kissed, I didn’t imagine that!”
He didn’t like hearing that, I could tell when he moved to a more defensive posture…
Chris: “This has gone too far, Sienna. I made a commitment and a promise to help you with your addiction.”
Sienna: “And you know how much that means to me.”
Chris: “Which is why I did it. I know that deep down inside behind all the glitz and glamour stands the heart of a good woman, I have seen her in the past when I acted differently toward you, when you were doing the right thing and Kelcey the wrong.”
Sienna: “See, just hearing that tells me there is something there. No one else would say that about me…”
Chris: “Because no one else has seen that side to you. I admire your strength and resolve but this can’t happen. Nothing will happen between us.”
Sienna: “You don’t mean that.”
Chris: “I do, Sienna. Now I don’t know what the Twins told you….”
Sienna: “So they did talk to you?”
Chris: “Yes, they did, and I was given the same spill as always. I get it, I do Sienna and I want to help you but my marriage is on the brink, it’s all I can think about.”
He let out a sigh and in doing so also let down his guard. Should I try to comfort him, I was to slow because he immediately realized and out his arms back together…
Chris: “Maybe that affected me a little tonight in the ring, taking nothing away from Josh of course…”
Sienna: “Whatever, Hudson is an asshole and I’m shocked he hasn’t cashed in his Trios against me yet. I don’t trust him and I wish you would have beaten him, he needs a little humbling.”
Chris: “Well you have to find someone else to do that…”
I let out a sigh myself now, I just wanted to hug him he felt that sorry for himself, but I knew he wouldn’t let me…
Sienna: “Chris, I’m sorry if what happened tonight was my doing, I am trying to be honest. Do you know how many masks I have to put on every single day? How fake I must act at times when here, I feel like I can be myself and truthful around you.”
Chris: “Sienna, I promised to help you through this addiction, I will keep that promise but I cannot do these rendezvous with you or have conversations outside the arena anymore. I just can’t… If you need me at your meetings, I will be there, but I have a family I can lose, I will not risk it.”
I can see in his eyes and hear in that voice he has reservations about this. I could try to seduce him right now and then what? I have in the past and it didn’t work but right now he is vulnerable, Kelcey was pretty upset and maybe I could catch him at an opportune time. I’m not an opportunist, then again who am I kidding? I might as well try, standing up and placing my hands on his chest, my feet on his to prevent him from moving away, staring into his eyes….
Chris: “Damn it Sienna…..”
Sienna: “I am not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do Chris. Look at me and say that you don’t want to take me right now? Say it to my face and I will walk away right now.”
Chris: “Sienna…. No.”
Sienna: “No? liar.”
Chris: “If I wasn’t a married man….”
Sienna: “What’s it going to take? For Kelcey to finally succumb to her disease and not even be able to hold your baby? Is that what you want because when that happens, I won’t be here.”
I shouldn’t have said that. He literally picks me up by my arms, doesn’t even care my pumps are sitting by the couch, he drops me to my feet, opens the door and pushes me out literally to the point I almost slam against the wall losing my balance….
Sienna: “What the hell, Chris!?”
Chris: “Goodnight, Sienna!”
Sienna: “No wait!”
He shuts the door in my face. Not knowing what came over me, I slam it a few times, he opens it again as I look at him wide-eyed when suddenly he throws my pumps at me and closes the door again. I want to scream, instead I grab my heels and walk away, ready to stop embarrassing myself…..
This was bad enough…
St. Bart’s
10.21.18
There comes a time when I need to just get him out of my head, maybe as I’m bending over and showing my ass to the camera, who knows. This is supposed to be my getaway, a time that I can reflect while doing something that I love though at times I hate this business and the way they look at me. Most think the attention is what I live for, no, I like the notoriety more than anything, I hate the attention. I am a very private person outside of the spotlight, hence why what is going on between Chris and I is kept at bay to a minimum. The camera’s kept shooting, it felt like a lifetime that I was out here, finally I had to stop….
Sienna: “I need water…..”
Laura: “Stop! Stop. Get her some water, darling. Are you okay?”
Sienna: “I’m fine, just parched. It seemed like forever we have been at this shoot.”
Laura: “It’s been about ten minutes darling.”
Whatever….
Sienna: “That’s it? Seemed longer.”
Laura: “You okay? Seems like you have something on your mind.”
Sienna: “Me? No. Just thinking about this, want it to be the best shoot we ever had, really impress Steve Bain when he sees this in LA.”
Laura: “Yes well, about that….”
Sienna: “What?”
Then, I hear his voice and when my skin crawls I automatically knew it was Steve Bain, what in the bloody hell is he doing here sweetie….. why?
Steve: “There she is! The star of the show! Our million-dollar angel!”
It was time to put on the act and smile, I hate this pig….
Sienna: “Mr. Bain!”
Laura: “Darling, so good to see you! I didn’t think you’d make it here.”
Steve: “Wouldn’t miss this for the world. The Vogue shoot, the fashion show, so many models here that I’m throwing the after party on my yacht. I liked St. Bart’s so much, I decided to buy another yacht here and have it docked. Anyway, I will let you two ladies get back to this, I’ll be watching of course, can’t keep my eyes of our star here. Knock them dead, I will see you both tonight, yes?”
Unfortunately….
Laura: “Yes.”
Sienna: “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Steve: “Fantastic, please, continue.”
He walked away, feeling sick to my stomach, only option left was drinking some ice-cold water and sucking it up, there was no way I could get out of this party and for sure not leaving Laura alone with him. No Twins, no Beauty Factory, it was just her and me alone, there wasn’t any doubt we would do this together…..
Even if I wasn’t opposed to throw him overboard when the chance presented itself, sweetie.
I’M ON A BOAT
The shoot today went well, wasn’t expecting Steve Bain to be here but I guess it was wishful thinking. He has a job to do, shouldn’t surprise me that he made the trip from Los Angeles. The after party is on his 80-foot yacht, some other models will be there, a man like him is at a buffet but I’m a team player, I have to be right now for Laura, the Beauty Factory. My decisions can’t be what decides the fate of someone young like Jennifer Helms or the Truelove Twins. It’s easy to think about yourself. Earlier, all I could think about was Chris and it was tough, I couldn’t concentrate on the shoot, I obviously looked distracted, good photographers and Fashion Designers can see those kinds of things, the reactions which come from someone who is supposed to be a professional. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I was thinking about the PPV tonight and the fact Steve Bain is here, putting on masks and acts while I’m very good at, rather not be fake especially in his presence. In my life, dealing with pigs has become the norm, sure there are your handful of perverts in the SCW, some call Ikiro that, please, he just has taste. Ace Marshall, James Evans, Josh Hudson and some others who like to keep it in the down low have no respect for women, they remind me of Mr. Bain.
Sad really, being eye candy, that’s all they see me as, not a World Champion.
Does Steve see me that way too?
Laura has tried hard to be the wedge between us, she slept with him to get this contract, a business practice I not only disagree with but wasn’t ever needed. In many ways it angers me tio this day that Laura had to stoop that low to get this. Now that I have it? Make the best of it.
The shoot went perfect today….
The question now is….
What will happen in this after party tonight.
Steve Bain’s Yacht
St. Bart’s
10.21.18
Sexy?
Is that the word used when trying to figure out what to wear? So many of these other models want to impress Steve, they want what I have. I can see them in their tight cut off dinner dresses or halter tops that leave little to the imagination. Standing in front of the mirror, some comfortable black slacks, a gold halter top sleeveless with my back showing and these cute Louboutin sandals will do the trick, wearing my hair down shows power, Laura of course wanted me to show more, not this time, no way. Not knowing what to expect from Steve bothered me some….
The last time I was on his boat I stripped down and he pretty much embarrassed me.
I won’t go through that again, no way sweetie.
Laura came to my hotel room, she was dressed to kill as always in a red dress and heels, the woman is ageless, her demeanor though told a different story….
Laura: “Are you ready?”
Sienna: “I am, seems like you are not.”
Laura: “I know that you are upset about Steve being here, I didn’t know he was coming darling, I figured he might so don’t think that this was premeditated.”
Sienna: “Why would I think that?”
Laura: “I don’t know. Tonight, play it cool, we had a great shoot, I looked at the pictures earlier, you killed it darling. What I see now is nothing more than millions of copies sold, after this you won’t have to work another day in your life. Remember that in case Steve gets a little touchy feely.”
All I can do is sigh at the comment. She knows damn well I won’t tolerate that man touching me after what he did the last time, I met with him on his yacht. I’m not going to ruffle any feather’s, the best thing to do is to just nod and agree….
Sienna: “I know the deal, Laura.”
Laura: “We are proud women, I can appreciate your stance in this. It’s business.”
Sienna: “Always is, Laura.”
I wasn’t going to continue the conversation, instead I slipped on my heels and made my way to the door, Laura could tell I wasn’t thrilled about this. We both are in a situation where there is no way out of it without losing what we both worked so hard for. Do I really need to continue this charade?
For now, yes.
The Yacht
One Hour Later
The yacht was nice, I would be lying if I said anything different. There were quite a few models here, most of them I didn’t know, instead they were in awe of me, having celebrity status was quite humbling, okay not really, at this stage of the game I accepted it. Steve Bain seemed to be busy hosting his huge party, there were probably around 50 people on the yacht, beautiful women everywhere, none more than me. I was the center of attention, it was nice to be worshipped by young women that want to have what I possess…
Everything.
I was the woman they all wanted to be.
If they only knew the truth.
In many ways I enjoyed being on the yacht, looking out at the ocean, seeing the sunset, I just wish I had someone here to share it with. Of course, Chris, yet Ikiro also was on my mind. Laura was nervous about the Twins, she tried her best not to show that, the last thing anyone in this industry wants to see is an icon like her direct her attention to wrestling instead of the biggest photo shoot we have ever had. It looked like Steve wanted to address the entire party, I must admit, the guy knows how throw a party, the food is excellent, a spread that only models would eat, organic food, also seems everyone is a vegan, I’m not, probably the South African in me. The best alcohol and top shelf spirits though I am trying to stay away from the bar….
And it’s hard…..
Steve: “It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”
Damn it, he startled me, I didn’t even notice he was behind, I was so caught up with the sunset, handing me a glass of champagne, I don’t want to be rude and refuse but I can’t drink that for two reasons, one, I would break my sobriety and two, I don’t trust him, who’s to say he didn’t spike it with something….
Steve: “a little Dom?”
Sienna: “Thank you.”
Taking the glass, a crack a very forced smile….
Steve: “I was very impressed with the shoot today. I will give a speech in a few minutes, I just wanted to come over here and commend you on that. Your beauty is magnifying, inspiring and polarizing, I love what you have done here. I had my doubts at first but they are erased, we started off on the wrong foot but moving forward with Laura, I want to be great business partners, agreed?”
Sienna: “Yes, agreed.”
Steve: “Cheers.”
Sienna: “Cheers.”
We toast, he sips, I pretend to sip not letting any of the champagne enter my mouth. He nods and walks away to give his grand speech. Thinking to myself, I don’t know how genuine he was, he seemed legit, I can’t fault him for that. Money obviously talks and maybe he too is starting to see the value in me which is important considering the feeling that now I hold some of the cards is a bit satisfying to say the least. Leaning back against the railing, I watch as the other models gather around him, Laura walks up to me, she notices the glass of Champagne which I toss overboard….
Sienna: “I was trying not to be rude.”
Laura: “Thank you for that. He seems to be in a very good mood.”
Sienna: “I can’t forget what he did to you Laura, I can’t.”
Laura: “I have been around this business long enough darling that it doesn’t bother me one bit, I have come to terms with that. Sometimes we must get dirty and I know that does nothing for the #MeToo movement darling. Just remember that it pays the bills and gives us this lavish lifestyle.”
Sienna: “It doesn’t have to be like that Laura, you know this.”
Laura: “There will come a moment Sienna where your morals will be tested, we have already thrown them out the window in SCW, we chose that path. You tried the other way, it doesn’t work. No one is shaming us, we are not shaming ourselves, what we do is because of business and if I have to hop in the sack with that ugly man for him to sign you to a multi-million-dollar deal so we can party on this 80-foot yacht and drink Dom Perignon then so be it. Who else in their life can say they did the same thing?”
She has a way with words, whether I agree with it or not…..
Sienna: “That is one way to look at it, Laura.”
Laura: “Sometimes darling, it’s the only way.”
After she said that, I looked over at her for a second, our blue eyes connected, and I knew that she was serious, Laura believed in doing whatever it took to get ahead, I can respect it though in this business getting ahead wasn’t challenging someone for a title or making a statement by attacking them, it was far worse. She leaned back next to me on the railing when Steve Bain stood front of all the guests on the yacht, I guess it was time for his speech….
Steve: “Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to say thank you for joining me here. When I was thinking about how to elevate Vogue to the higher level, seeing other companies sign some beautiful talent, I needed to sign the most beautiful of them all. I was pacing back and forth in my office when I saw an ad for some perfume and it had the face of Sienna Swann on it. Then it hit me, that’s who Vogue needed. Laura Steinbeck which all of you know is a pioneer in this industry, a Fashionista and let’s face it, the most renown Fashion designer in our industry today. Look what her and Sienna have done, transitioned into professional wrestling, they have brought the modeling world to the forefront and shown they are not just a bunch of pretty faces but women that can fight, stand up for themselves and give out the message this is a Woman’s World now.”
The crowd ate it up like half these anorexic’s scarfing down a whole cake in their hotel room. He knew exactly what to say, how to rile them up, listening to them cheering and forcing a smile simply reminded me that sometimes I just needed to take a step back and look at the whole picture and realize that while Steve Bain was the biggest bullshitter on this boat, his words held power…..
Steve: “I am not going to take anymore of your time, so please, without further ado, after today, I was so happy with this shoot, it will be amazing, let us give a round of applause to both Sienna Swann, the star here and Laura Steinbeck.”
We were put on the spot, everyone turned around and clapped, some cheered, Laura and I were the center of attention, nothing more we could do but to smile, nod in a appreciation and pretend to be honored by that disgusting man though I must admit, it did feel kind of good seeing them all focused on us. Laura and I wave like we were Presidential elects to our adoring fans…..
Steve: “Now, let’s party, the bar is open and please, eat, food all night!”
The music started, the drinking started, I was in for a long night and with Under Attack starting later due to the time change, Laura and I were going to be glued to the TV….
1 Hour Later
The alcohol was flowing, there was some mingling, young models and others making their introductions, I was the belle of the ball tonight, I was the star like Steve said, it felt good, put me at ease though I wanted a drink so bad I could taste it. If that happened though I would lose Chris for sure, I’m not a delusional fool, I know that my sobriety is the only thing keeping him connected to me right now, it’s definitely a motivating factor. I stayed toward the deck of the yacht, when Steve walked down into the lower deck with a blonde model in hand…..
She looked familiar, or so I thought she did, at this point I don’t even know. Curiosity might have killed the cat but it sure as hell didn’t kill the Angel, sweetie. Making my way down to the lower deck, I could see Steve walk into his office, he didn’t close the door, so I was able to peek inside. From behind the girl was gorgeous, an hour glass figure, the red dress she wore screamed for attention….
Blonde Model: “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me Mr. Bain.”
Wait…..
Steve: “Of course, beautiful.”
He started twirling her hair, that voice, I know that voice….
Steve: “You look just like her.”
This isn’t happening!
Sienna: “Sierra!?”
It was my sister!? It just came out, I stood at the doorway with my eyes narrowed staring bullets right into hers as she turned with a look of shock. She knew I was here, Jesus I’m the guest of honor but I didn’t know she was. I hadn’t seen my sister in months, probably almost a year now as she had been traveling around the world trying to make it in the business and now, she stands there with Bain!? No… there are times when you bite your tongue, there are others when you don’t….
This is that time….
Sierra: “Sienna!?”
Steve: “Excuse me?”
Sienna: “What are you doing here!?”
Sierra: “I’m a model too you know!? I was here on a Tropicana Shoot, Mr. Bain invited us all to the party, I’m sorry if I was talking to him and talking your spotlight. Now please, leave so I can talk to him.”
Sienna: “Talk!? Get out of here, now!”
Sierra: “You can’t tell me what to do!”
Sienna: “The hell I can! Steve!?”
I had to put him on the post, it was the only way anything was going to get done. He looked at me and knew that I was not going for that….
Steve: “Sierra, we will be in touch, he’s my card.”
Sierra: ‘Wait, we were having a discussion?”
Steve: “Another time, please.”
Sierra wasn’t happy, and neither was I. This is my baby sister we are talking about now, she knew that this crossed the lines and I was not going to have any of it. If looks could kill, Sierra would have murdered and dismembered me by now. She stormed passed me, even butting shoulders, I wanted to knee her right then and there, she was my sister, so I decided differently….
Steve: “What are you doing down here?”
Sienna: “I followed you because she looked familiar, I didn’t know she was my sister, Steve. She’s desperate to make it big, she wants to be me, sorry, not having it. Me is one thing, Sierra is another.”
Steve: “Sienna, your sister is old enough to make her own decisions. If she wants to sign a contract with me, well, I will sign it without your permission or blessing. I am a business man first, I’m here to make money and Vogue number one. I need to purchase the contracts of models and well, she’s a free agent. You do not see too many of them so when I asked Laura…..”
Quickly, I cut him off….
Sienna: “Laura!?”
Steve: “Yes, Laura, she introduced us a little while ago and admittedly your sister is beautiful, she’s no you but damn close.”
Sienna: “Steve, my sister is off-limits.”
He started to nod, that worried me. Steve Bain is the kind of guy that doesn’t take defeat easily, he never backs down from his stance and worst of all, he doesn’t like being challenged. I don’t know what came over me but when I saw Sierra, all I wanted to do was kick him in the face. This will cost me, fine I need to stand my ground…..
Steve: “I praised you and Laura, I gave you both my endorsement which is more than anyone gets, especially most people. I have worked very hard for this moment, to finally have a face to the product. I thought the last time we talked, you understood the power behind this business. Take for example your World Championship, does anyone really see you as a World Champion? Do they still doubt you? Do they question your validity? Take you seriously as you’re down here for a photo shoot and not defending the title tonight? These are all the questions which have been flowing through your head yet in this industry? You ARE the face. You ARE the Top Model, you ARE the woman that these other young girls here want to emulate and when they come to me for advice or even a chance, you must let it all transgress naturally. You are storming in here makes me realize that in your head, you know that spot is yours and cannot be taken, which means that if I want to lose a shit ton of money, I could break the contract and then I look like the dumbass.”
He’s right, I’m pretty much bulletproof right now in the modeling world and he hit it on the head with wrestling, it’s a struggle to get respect after everything that I have done. Being here instead of Under Attack doesn’t help the cause but at this point I don’t care…..
Steve: “You are under contract and Sienna, we both understand how this business works, right?”
Sienna: “Sure, whatever.”
I needed to stand my ground as he came right up to my face. I wanted to push him back, kick him in the balls again, anything to wipe that smirk off his face. I could smell his breath going right into my nostrils….
Steve: “You are untouchable….. but what about Laura?”
He wouldn’t….
Steve: “Laura is what? 57? 58? She has been an icon in this business for 35 years, that is a long time for a woman like her to stay at the top of her game but even she knows that younger, more energetic and eccentric fashion designers are coming off the rack and what would happen if she lost all her contracts, what if she was blackballed? Is there another foot left for Laura to stand on? I want you to think about your choices carefully Sienna, we have a good thing going here. Let me do my business and you stay out of it and do exactly what you’re told. You’re the star here, we both know that and are set to make millions. I want Laura to be part of the journey, do you?”
That son of a bitch. All I want to do is cry in anger right now and yet there is nothing I can do. I am powerless to it and I hate myself because of it…..
Sienna: “Yes.”
Steve: “Good.”
He touches me with his slimy hand on my face, slowly caressing it. I’m about to lose my bowels right now, this disgusting piece of crap. I slowly look away, yet he forces my chin to face him with a smile that terrifies me….
Steve: “Are we at an understanding?”
Sienna: “Yes.”
Steve: “Excellent! Well, now enjoy your party.”
I thought he was going to do something and instead he backs away. It’s dumb business to do so at this time, we beyond that but not the abuse of power. I slowly back up and start to make my way back to the top deck, I stop when I see Sierra and Laura speaking….
Sierra: “She ruins everything!”
Laura: “Darling, stop. I gave you an audience with Steve, just call him and set up another time, he will help you, it is the least I can do.”
Sierra: “Do you know how hard it has been for me after Siri’s Agency went under? A Tropicana shoot!? What is next? Hooters? Monster? I am making NO MONEY Laura! I was promised so much, and you brokered the deal with Siri and now look where I am while Sienna is being praised for everything and then after almost a year she wants to act like a sister and ruin this for me!?”
Laura: “She is looking out for you darling, okay? Just relax and we will take care of this.”
After Sierra threw her tantrum and stormed off, I felt sorry for her, I didn’t know that things were that bad and all I wanted was to give her a hug and talk to her. That wasn’t going to happen though, I needed to do more than that. I wasn’t going to chase her, instead I came up and walked up to Laura who looked frazzled and startled….
Laura: “I can explain.”
Sienna: “Save it.”
At this point, I didn’t want to hear anymore, instead I wanted off the yacht. So I walked away from her and found a little corner in the back of the ship where I sat and waited until we docked. The minutes seemed like hours and at this point there was nothing left for me to say or do….
I just hoped the Twins won the tag team titles, so it would ease the pain just a little for me making the decision to go through with this instead of being at under Attack….
An obvious mistake.
EPILOGUE: THE TIE THAT BINDS
Now I know why Laura was like that when she came to my hotel room, she knew that Sierra was there, she knew that I would lose my cool if I saw that. How could she do that to me? It’s one thing if its Jennifer Helms, she’s young, naïve and even somewhat stupid to what this business entails. Regan and David will always be there to make sure that young woman doesn’t fall into the hands of predators due to bad judgement or decisions, that goes for me too, don’t you think I’ve been there?
Yes, and still am because like many others, I will do what I can to protect my loved ones. St. Bart’s was supposed to be an escape, a chance to explore the world even further, enjoy the climate while others are freezing, show off my beauty again so that you can have something to look forward to when hitting the newsstands. Why did this follow me here? The thoughts of Ikiro and Chris have driven me mad, my sister now so desperate to become half of what Sienna Swann means to the Fashion World and for what?
This is all your faults and yet all I ever hear is criticism after criticism there are too many models in wrestling? You pay to see me, and this is why it drives people like Sierra to pretty much sell her soul to the devil!? Just concentrating on being the World Champion and the challenges ahead are tough enough, am I stretching myself thin for vanity and greed? After leaving the yacht, I was tired, exhausted, all that flowed through my mind, thought after thought was a drink. Getting drunk and passing out was the perfect idea….
I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Instead, deciding on a stroll, a midnight walk on the beach where the waves soothed my soul. I didn’t even bother changing, just rolling up my pants some, heels in hand, the warm water brushed against my feet…
It felt peaceful for once.
St. Bart’s
The Beach
A Few Hours Later
There was a lot I needed to think about, was this really the profession to continue pushing the envelope with? When was it my turn to be cast aside for the younger girls. There was no one who would tell me I was still not the most beautiful woman on the planet….
Call it whatever you want, narcissism, ego, it didn’t matter, this is something I was good at, it wasn’t like wrestling, where taking my shots, motivating wins and disappointing losses build you up to what Sienna Swann became, the World Champion. It was late, I thought I was alone. Then I saw her sitting in the sand, a bottle in hand, it was Laura. It was a tough night, news came that the Twins lost in the Chamber, making it to the end, then this in the yacht, maybe I was too strong, rough on her especially after all she’s done for me. Should I?
No, she deserves to…..
Damn it.
I talked to Bree on Skype for a bit, then realized I couldn’t sleep. After hours on that yacht, I wanted to bury my head in the pillow, but it looked like Laura needed me more than ever. Walking over there and feeling a strange sense, I walk up, her toes were dug in the sand, she looked drunk, a bottle of vodka in her hand, I’ve never seen Laura like this. She looked up at me….
Laura: “Darling….”
Sienna: “You’re drunk.”
Laura: “I am. I haven’t been drunk in years. Sometimes I say and do things I regret, and this is one of those times. All I ever wanted was to see you succeed. That’s it. I remember when I first met you, so young and brash, you were what?”
Sienna: “Sixteen.”
Laura: “Sixteen. Twelve years later and look at you now. You are a World Champion, the Face of Fashion and here I am an old woman trying to live vicariously through you.”
After what she said, I sat down next to her. She took another swig of the almost empty bottle of vodka which I took from her hand and threw it to the side…..
Laura: “I wasn’t finished.”
Sienna: “You’re finished.”
Laura: “I…. I fucked up. All I ever want is to be a mother figure to you. You’re like my daughter since my real ones want nothing to do with me.”
She has daughters? I never knew Laura had kids….
Sienna: “You have kids?”
Laura: “There is a lot you don’t know about me darling and I would like to keep it that way. See, I never married, I never really had a love of my life, instead I was a woman with needs and wants, so I did what I had to in order to survive and in this business it’s so cutthroat that the last thing you need is distractions, hence why I have always been against you seeing other people and chasing someone like Chris Cannon who doesn’t love you.”
That stung….
Sienna: “You’re drunk, come on, I’ll get you to bed.”
Laura: “No, I’m going to stay right here and watch the water. My girls lost tonight, they lost because I wasn’t there, they lost because the SCW robbed them of that opportunity like they had you for almost a year and why!? What have I done wrong!?”
Sienna: “Laura, it’s just like anything else, it’s politics whether in wrestling or fashion.”
Laura: “They punished the Twins, they are going to punish you too. I want nothing more than the best for you Sienna, I want you to believe that. All the mistakes I made, I learned from them but every time I take two steps forward, I take three steps back. Steve…..”
I cut her off, now she is rambling, obviously drunk and full of emotion, at this point I just need to comfort Laura, she is feeling vulnerable right now and usually my rock in all of this needs me now more than ever….
Sienna: “…. Forget Steve. Everything is fine with Steve.”
Laura: “You know that what I did with him was for you, right?”
Sienna: “Yes and you will never have to do anything like that with him or anyone AGAIN. Laura, you don not have to do anything like that for me. We made it. Whether they respect or acknowledge me as the World Champion in the SCW or not, we MADE it. If Steve wants to throw millions out the window for his own perverted, misogynistic ego, then so be it, we MADE it. There is NO ONE that can take it away from us, Laura. The Twins? They will be tag team champions soon. As for us? We are there.”
Laura: “I never wanted to put you in any sort of danger or a spot where you felt vulnerable. I feel like I am failing.”
Sienna: “No, you are the reason why I am here and why I am a Champion. So maybe we made a few mistakes, so what? In the end they can’t take away what we accomplished.”
Laura: “Your sister….”
Sienna: “Shhh…. That’s for another day. Come on, I’ll take you back to your room.”
Laura: “I lost my key.”
Sienna: “Fine, then you sleep it off in mine.”
Standing up, I help Laura get to her feet, she could barely walk. I had never seen her like this before which I knew right there, she was hurting, feeling guilty for how the night went and possibly everything else that has gone wrong. I love Laura, she is like a mother-figure to me and had it not been for her who knows where I would be right now, she gave me my modeling career back, she helped me become a World Champion, she never failed, if anything, she is the reason behind The Iron Angel and man she’s heavy when drunk….
Twenty Minutes Later
Walking into the room, I help Laura to bed, taking off her heels and covering her up with the blanket, she was barely awake but looked up at me with those icy blue eyes….
Laura: “Ikiro….”
That was definitely not the name I expected her to say and after the match he and Chris had, well, I didn’t know what to say about that either….
Laura: “He’s a good man. He loves you, Sienna. Chris….. let him go.”
Sienna: “Laura….”
Laura: “Let him go…..”
They say you speak the truth when you are drunk or angry, in this case maybe Laura was spitting out truths, at this point I didn’t know if she meant it but coming from her was surprising. It also made me think of that night when he came to see me after Fatal Fortunes….
Fatal Fortunes II
10.3.18
Milwaukee, WI.
I don’t know what draws me to Ikiro Yoshida, most women would be flattered by his presence, his charm and most of all loyalty. Let’s face it, I’m not stupid, I know what is going on and yes, part of me has fallen for Ikiro, he is nice, treats me like a queen, something every woman dreams of even when you look like me. Why would I risk that? Why would anyone throw that to the side for something that is a stretch, a relationship that deep down inside, sitting in the back of their mind know that it’s a long shot and will probably never come to fruition….
I will never learn my lesson.
The Twins spoke to Ikiro, I know they did though they state otherwise. He has become close to London and Paris, it warms my heart, yet the fans love Ikiro, it will kill his reputation if he is seen with me, that much I know….
Then again, maybe it’s on a different level.
Would Ikiro choose me over his precious fans? Will he take the criticisms from the peanut gallery that he is no longer “fun” or entertaining? Is this what happens when a free thinker chooses his path and cares nothing about the court of public opinions? If that is the case?
Then I was wrong about Ikiro…..
He maybe the man I need and Chris the one I want.
I sat in my hotel room, ready for bed. Fatal Fortunes was exhausting, Alexis Quinne is a tough bitch, but I am and will always be better than anyone who challenges me. I was comfortable, sitting in bed wearing one of my Victoria Secret black nighties, reading on my kindle when I heard the knock on my door. I didn’t order room service, I wasn’t expecting anyone so maybe it was Chris? No, it couldn’t be, yet there was some excitement, rolling out of bed, I quickly ran to the door and opened it, seeing Ikiro standing there with a bouquet of roses which caught me a little off-guard, was it disappointment?
No, it was more of relief if that makes sense.
Sienna: “Ikiro? It’s late sweetie, are those for me?”
Ikiro: “Yes, I wanted to see you, make sure the Angel was fine and dandy?”
Sienna: “I’m fine, why would you think anything was wrong?”
Ikiro: “#EyeYoshi talk to the Twins….”
Bitches….
Sienna: “….say no more. Come in.”
I wasn’t going to deny him coming in, he’s sweet, adorable even. He brought me flowers, knowing how he feels about me and I of him, it’s the perfect match, okay not really, it’s a strange one but it feels right though something holds me back, that something?
Chris Cannon.
Taking the flowers, the aroma was breathtaking, like a summer day back home at the scent of the fresh spring flowers, I miss that sometimes and Ikiro for some reason makes me feel special, I hate him for that because all I want to do is have a reason NOT to fall for him more and just keep pursuing Chris….
Sienna: “Sit sweetie.”
Ikiro: “Thank you. I am very upset about this situation with Chris and you.”
Oh boy, I knew this was coming, sitting next to him while rubbing his back and showing him some affection to calm him down, my thoughts are racing right now at what London and Paris said to him…
Sienna: “Ikiro, I can explain….”
Ikiro: “No need, he is going to hurt you, he is poisoning you. A married man should be loyal to his wife not trying to seduce you!”
Sienna: “Uh what?”
He didn’t pay any mind to how I reacted to that. Just what the hell did the twins tell him?!
Ikiro: “Then you get sad and then drink like on Valentine’s Day with EyeYoshi. Twins said that you could even kill yourself, get hurt, no! EyeYoshi will not let anyone hurt the Angel! Even if that person is you.”
Kill myself? That was a bit melodramatic and yet it’s sexy and adorable seeing him get so upset. The thing is, we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for his family. At this point, I may need a drink….
Sienna: “Whoa… sweetie, I would never kill myself, I’m too beautiful to do that..”
Ikiro: “You are but EyeYoshi seen it, Joker-san…..”
Sienna: “Heath Ledger?”
Ikiro: “Hai!”
Sienna: “Sweetie, I’m not Heath Ledger or any other Hollywood actor that has sadly passed in the last who knows how many years. I don’t think you fully understand this. I’m not going to let anyone destroy me, I can’t. Do you trust me, sweetie?”
Ikiro: “Yes, I just don’t trust Superman, which is why I will hurt him…”
Sienna: “Superman? Oh, Chris?”
Ikiro: “Hai.”
Sienna: “Ikiro, listen to me okay? What Chris and I have, it’s a friendship. What we had was special, but your family is alive. I’m out of the picture, sweetie.”
Ikiro: “No, I take you, not my family. You did not give me chance to explain.”
My eyes almost fell out of my sockets, for a moment there my toes curled like a little fangirl and there was this flattery joy which overcame me though I couldn’t help myself, I needed to stop for a moment and grab my composure….
Sienna: “What?”
Ikiro: “EyeYoshi family alive yes, but I did not know this for seven years… I have missed so many years of my daughter life… The bitch of a wife stole that from me…”
Shit is that really what happened…?
Sienna: “I don’t know what to say… You’re right I didn’t give you the chance to explain… Now I feel terrible…”
Ikiro: “Never feel terrible, I understand the shock. But after this realization EyeYoshi wants to be with his angel, you belong with me, not Chris. He has Kelcey, married man, you are better than him, he no deserves you, I do.”
Sienna: “Ikiro, sweetie, I don’t know what to say? Whatever London and Paris said to you, they are making this a bigger deal than what it is. What I have with Chris, it’s different, he is helping me with my addiction, he’s there when I need him and yes, I have feelings for him from long before you.”
Ikiro: “I can help you?”
Sienna: “It’s more complicated than that…”
Ikiro: “You love Superman?”
Sienna: “I…..”
Damn it, I don’t want to hurt his feelings so instead I will be honest with him….
Sienna: “Yes…. But I love you too.”
I could see his face light up, hearing that made his day and maybe confused things even more for me and him. Part of me didn’t want to tell him, the other half was ready to throw caution to the wind. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn’t at this point I didn’t care….
Sienna: “Listen to me, okay. This is very difficult for me, I am stuck in the middle of a situation that I don’t even know if I can get out of. Ikiro, a lot has changed, and I don’t know what is going on with Chris and I. You and me? I thought with your family back and all….”
Ikiro: “I move on, with you. You are my Angel, London and Paris are like my beautiful friends, this is why I’m here. I have friends like Ryu and Hitoshi but they ugly…”
I let out a giggle which I think he was looking for. He was a sneak like that…
Ikiro: “I am just afraid not to talk to you, not knowing what is happening, see you with Superman makes me angry. I do NOT want him to hurt you and if he does? You know Karaoke kick hurt, right?”
Sienna: “Sweetie, I’m sure it does, and I never want to be on the receiving end of that. I just need you to be a little understanding and patient. This is a very difficult time for me, I need to get better and Chris has helped…..”
Ikiro: “He cannot help you…”
I could see his demeanor changing, maybe I need to stop and show him how much I care….
Sienna: “Ikiro…. Stay with me tonight. You want to show how you can help me, just keep me company.”
Ikiro: “Yes?”
Sienna: “Yes. Just lay with me in bed, I need you here, your support, please?”
Ikiro: “Yes! EyeYoshi will be big spoon!”
He smiled, and I couldn’t help but return it back. I wasn’t lying, I needed him, wanting to spend the night with me, it made me feel safe and secure. Wanted I guess more than anything….
Isn’t that what a girl need?
Taking his hand and pulling him closed to me, our lips locked….
St. Bart’s
Hotel Room
I cracked a smile thinking about the kiss, when I heard the snoring, looking down at Laura, she was passed out, after drinking all that vodka I was surprised she was conscious when I saw her. I wish Laura knew how much she means to me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her considering friends and allies are few and far between. There are other chapters in our book that need to be written, this is just another one. I think both Laura and I can agree on one thing….
We should have been at Under Attack.
The decision is already made, the most important thing now is that both her and I stick together, get the Twins focused again and make sure that everyone knows who I am….
Not just the Iron Angel….
The World Heavenly Champion….
Thank you, Laura…..
I love you.
SCENE FADES
REC:
“I have wants and needs just like everyone else. I’m not part of some exclusive club, though I should be, do not mistake or confuse that with me not being elite, that much is true. We all know that most of you with working brain cells want to look like Sienna Swann, labeling me as every woman’s envy, I get it. I have come to the grim realization though that cheating myself is becoming a waning practice, looking at myself in the mirror isn’t a pleasant experience, questioning myself as to why I would ever chase anyone when you should be going after me.
There are those who settle, no reaching for the brass ring, taking what they really want instead they believe in mediocrity, going with the flow, not standing out, they rather live in debauchery or some faux existence so you’d like them, and they become favorable in your eyes. Others are just too stupid, set int heir ways to ever change. I became that unfortunately for a time, the same face, the same voice, the Same shadow in the crowd like those who call themselves unique where the fact is really?
They are cut from the same mold with a different look, story or tale that sends the SAME message in a different tongue. I was aware of my mistakes, not focusing on the fix and instead trying to fit a circle into a square, forcing things to happen without them being natural, worrying about the public eye and opinion, where I have a certain stature I must live up to so that little girls can hope to one day have half the success and notoriety I’ve accumulated throughout the years.
This is where I stand above the rest as the single most polarizing woman and athlete in the SCW, let’s go as far to say even the world. Do I stand here and dwell in my shortcomings which are far less than any of you including these “Challengers” whom have surfaced to take what I have in a futile attempt to scare me or put your Angel on alert. This is MY Championship and for some, they hope these distractions I have created will take my focus away from the true threat, isn’t that right Ace? Syren? Cassidy? Blake? Josh?
The sad fact no one here takes me as a legit World Champion doesn’t anger me, it motivates to prove each of you wrong so that I could look upon your faces and smile while calling you a liar. I have learned my lesson, I have the whole world in my hands and never really knew what to do with it until now. I have a responsibility even if the SCW management itself things differently. Is this my punishment for missing Under Attack?
Ace Marshall?
Or maybe these challenger’s which I laugh at whole heartedly like Alistaire Allocco who was supposed to unseat me? I fell in love with a man who doesn’t love me in return, rejection has scarred my ego not to the point of rupturing my confidence and instead….
Fueling my resolve….
To show the entire SCW that I AM THE World Heavenly Champion….
And dare any of you to try and tell me different.
Starting with you Ace.”
/REC
AN ANGELIC ADDRESS
A HEAVENLY FLUSH
The Scene Opens….
The Sydney Opera House is a multi-venue performing arts center in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. It is one of the 20th century’s most famous and distinctive buildings.
Designed by Danish architect Jørn Utzon, the building was formally opened on 20 October 1973 after a gestation beginning with Utzon’s 1957 selection as winner of an international design competition. The Government of New South Wales, led by the premier, Joseph Cahill, authorized work to begin in 1958 with Utzon directing construction. The government’s decision to build Utzon’s design is often overshadowed by circumstances that followed, including cost and scheduling overruns as well as the architect’s ultimate resignation.
The building and its surrounds occupy the whole of Bennelong Point on Sydney Harbor, between Sydney Cove and Farm Cove, adjacent to the Sydney central business district and the Royal Botanic Gardens, and close by the Sydney Harbor Bridge.
Though its name suggests a single venue, the building comprises multiple performance venues which together host well over 1,500 performances annually, attended by more than 1.2 million people. Performances are presented by numerous performing artists, including three resident companies: Opera Australia, the Sydney Theatre Company and the Sydney Symphony Orchestra. As one of the most popular visitor attractions in Australia, more than eight million people visit the site annually, and approximately 350,000 visitors take a guided tour of the building each year. The building is managed by the Sydney Opera House Trust, an agency of the New South Wales State Government.
On 28 June 2007, the Sydney Opera House became a UNESCO World Heritage Site; having been listed on the now defunct, Register of the National Estate since 1980, the National Trust of Australia register since 1983, the City of Sydney Heritage Inventory since 2000, the New South Wales State Heritage Register since 2003, and the Australian National Heritage List since 2005. Here is where we find the SCW World Champion, Sienna Swann along with the Truelove Twins and Laura Steinbeck. Sienna had spent her Under Attack in St. Bart’s for a very important photoshoot, the Twins were in the Elimination Chamber going in first and making it to the end where they were defeated, almost going against all odds. Laura Steinbeck is not in the best of moods, to see Sienna booked against Ace Marshall, it was not coincidence, it was a way to expose her Angel and she was having none of it.
Sienna on the other hand never looked concerned, her ego wouldn’t allow that and as World Champion she was more than ready to take on all challengers. Taking this tour again and to her home country was special for the Champion and Sienna planned on making more memories on this tour. Now at the Opera House, inside, she wore black pleather pants open toed gold heels and a matching halter top, her long golden hair hung down and nails polished black. The Twins wore similar outfits but with blue tops, nails polished red, with their hair slicked back in ponytails. Laura in a black suit, red blouse and matching heels stood by the camera man as she nods….
REC:
The Iron Angel holds her World Title over her shoulder, she turns to the camera with her icy blue eyes, she speaks while standing on stage…..
“Here I am standing on stage, the spotlight on me as it well should inside the Opera House in Sydney, Australia. I had to find a place where it symbolizes my stance within the company and who I am in the eyes of the fans and those who wish to dethrone me. How often do I wonder why in this day and age you refuse to give Sienna Swann her just do? Yes, I know there are many upset I was not at Under Attack. The critics, the haters, the opinions, the top model, the Face of Fashion, the South African Beauty Queen, the Sports Entertainer and NOT a wrestler because a model can’t be a professional in this sport and the best athlete in the world today who would rather take in a photo shoot for Vogue than defend her championship?
Against who?
The problem we are faced with right now, much like the Truelove Twins have had to climb a mountain that has been designated as a steep trek thanks to Mr. D and the SCW board, they are struggling to find adequate challengers for your Iron Angel. Instead, they are scrambling, throwing anything and everything hoping it sticks on the wall. Take for example Cassidy Carter and Blake Mason. On one hand you have a woman who has practically done nothing to earn a title shot except have a few victories, I guess she finally stepped up after years of futility and stealing the TV belt warrants her to be my next challenger? Or maybe it’s the man who almost paralyzed me and rode Bree Lancaster’s coat tail? Finally, after how many turns in the SCW he is finally deemed a worthy opponent?
Hardly.
It’s become so bad that Josh Hudson now believes he can save the world and cash in his Trios contract, go after me with full force and pretend that’s okay? Past. Present. Future is no more thanks to his greed and desperate attempt to once again be relevant in a business that passed him a long time ago in the form of Sienna Swann. Even that is not the quick answer the SCW came up with. Is it not bad enough you denied the Twins the tag team titles in favor of a feel-good story behind a psychotic serial rapist and a woman who I know quite well whom has been suffering from bi-polarism for years and never been properly diagnosed? What we have here is a failed system that much like me for the last few years sees the undeserving get the chances the deserving is passed up on.
So, what is next?
Brush the Twins to the side, pretend they are no longer part of the tag team title conversation?
No, I raise you one better….
Ace Marshall.
Really, SCW? Ace Marshall who has been relegated to Carter’s valet and purse handler? The man who at one point was the World Champion and the talk of the town for his off the wall antics and comedy routine suddenly decided that after posing with men dressed up as lizards that maybe his show was cancelled, and it was time to move on? Ace Marshall who without even a whisper stopped wrestling, did he lose his smile? Maybe the grim realization that like Josh Hudson, Syren and so many others, their time has come and gone, no longer welcomed in the Angel’s presence as the World Champion? It is a new era and isn’t Ace so 2017? When I speak on this stage, sometimes I feel like my words fall on deaf ears. Here I am trying to get a cathartic feeling of expression, what is on my mind, translated into words with every seat here empty and once again it’s the same notion that I get from the masses of the SCW faithful?
A lack of respect and attention.
Just like Ace Marshall does every time he opens his mouth?
Is this a futile attempt to embarrass me? Try to bring me back down to earth while setting up Ikiro Yoshida against Carter on the other tour, maybe soften me up and put Ace in the discussion of worthy challengers where he like his wife have done nothing recently to earn the right at me or my title?
Unfortunately, this has become the norm of the SCW and I’m sick of it.”
The Iron Angel stops for a moment and takes a breather, pauses and thinks about her next challenger. There was a time when she liked Ace, she thought he was a breath of fresh air but in the last few years he’s become like anyone else in the SCW, a disrespectful twat whose ego has completely ran away. Sienna and he obviously do not see eye to eye and this match to her is a trap match that could come back to bite her if she is not careful. Looking into the camera, she speaks in her South African accent….
“Ace Marshall….
My Won Ton, it’s been a long time since we actually talked, sweetie. I know that we’ve always been cordial with each other, I also understand you must support your wife and her needs even if they are paltry, monotonous and perverse. What happened Ace? I know the whole story with you being the man now, no matter what you do moving forward the SCW sees you as a Main Eventer, they still treat you like a king, I mean come on, your wife can steal a title from Josh Hudson and granted a chance at the World Championship because she bitched and actually showed up to wrestle on one night?
Is that your story too?
Take some time off, kick back and relax? Here I was thinking I was bad for taking a PPV off and instead you can pretty much write your own schedule and suddenly show up at the door step with broomstick and sack over your shoulder with the first return match against me and a win will surely give the SCW an excuse to make us wrestle again for the World Title and you’ll have to explain to your wife why she wasn’t able to take what I have and you can?
Or at least have a failed attempt at doing so?
I’m not a woman that beats around the bush, we all know you’re a neurotic fool that has a twisted way at looking at the world, one that for many in this time wish you would simply disappear and keep those opinions to yourself. Honestly Ace, what do you contribute to the SCW? To society even? We all know how opinionated you are, how you feel about models and the Beauty Factory? I shouldn’t be here, maybe I’m some sort of cookie cutter blonde in a long list of them, I shouldn’t be the World Champion, your wife is hotter, I’m shallow, vain and hold no substance like Kelcey Wallace and her notion of Perfection or even Kennedy Street and Flawless? The same dribble, different person? No, you fail to understand what I represent and bring to this World that you do not….
Hope.
Do you see all those little girls in the crowd that think beauty is a hindrance? How many times so many others tell them that they are too pretty top wrestle, they will never be anything but a princess? Walking the catwalk is different then stepping into a ring and yet I have defied all of that and become not only an icon and beacon of prosperity to these young women, I have defied the odds and with every single jest, the ridicule and the insults thrown at me by people like you and others, I stand now not only as the very best in this company but also as the future of the SCW? I have become the prototype, the mold, the standard bearer without the tricks, the games or the show.
Yes, I am beautiful, and you make this world ugly which is why people like me exist, Ace.
Can you deny what I bring to the table, sweetie? Forget our relationship in the past, the time I came to visit you in the hospital after Lucas Knight and Donovan Street put you there thanks to Kennedy? Back then, while you were still a clown there was a charm about you, something that attracted me to a man like you who had this charisma, this energy and within the last few years, I used all that negativity directed at me, finally figuring out these people, didn’t care about me, they only cared about my looks, while you in the meantime fell further and further into this life of debauchery, contributing nothing, just existing for the few fans you entertain and laugh at your crude and sick jokes?
Isn’t the world full of pigs already, Ace?
Why did you have to become one too?
I’ll tell you why, because as unique and different you try to be, you fall back right in line with the rest of this roster. The only difference, sweetie, you make a joke out of it, they tend to stay serious and run the course. Let’s be truthful here, Angel’s do not lie, you act like you don’t care about this business and the World Championship, making fun of what we do on a daily basis but just like me, when I have to smile and put on that Modeling face when there are pictures after pictures, you too put on the mask and play make-believe….
The real Ace cares more about the World Title and the SCW than he will ever lead on to believe and you know why?
Your over-inflated ego will never allow you not to be, sweetie.”
Brushing her hair back, she turns to look over at the Twins who both smirk and nod. They know the truth and so does Sienna Swann. She has lost a lot of respect for Ace for his dealings with Dark Fantasy in the past, the way he presents himself and acts, she finds it hypocritical since everything he says, does the opposite. For Sienna though, she will always make her stand as the Iron Angel and the World Champions. Turning back to the camera, she speaks….
“Do you see what I stand for?
What you stand for?
I am the beauty in an ugly world. I am the allurement and the light in a dark, wet and wretched existence. Becoming the face of the SCW was not hard Ace, it only took me three years to do so. Through all the sweat, the blood and the tears, I climbed my way to the very top and kept my promises. While I aimed at becoming the World Champion, taking my lumps, learning my lessons from bitches like Ravyn and Suren, trying so hard to break through and grab the title that I knew belonged around my waist, you were playing with Lizard Kings and psychopaths, bending to the whims of your needy why at every turn, teaching morally corrupt buffoons like Alistaire Allocco how to act and not to act, did that help him? Against a hack like Selena Frost, sure. Me?
Watch Apocalypse.
Learn from your protégé, see his mistakes on how he couldn’t beat me, watch what fate awaits you on Breakdown for you see, Ace, unlike you I have earned my spot here. While you were snorting powder off your wife’s breasts and drinking top shelf whiskey you stole from the local bar, I was lasting seventy minutes in the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royal. While everyone anxiously awaited the next Ace Marshall skit on TV, I was denying Syren her chance at the World Championship after challenging her one on one and then she refusing to do so and now is chasing me while I laugh in her face. Shen you were waking up in some motel located in a nowhere town in Idaho, I was winning the world Championship from Kennedy Street.
So, don’t you dare pretend like you deserve this match with me, the SCW simply wants to try and knock me down a few pegs and they expect you to be the one to do so?
Nice try, good luck.
Ace, I’m on a different level now and you may act like you don’t care but I am where you wish you were. You’ve been here but let’s be frank here, sweetie, we can count how many days you held this World Title combined and they don’t match my one reign and deep down inside, it eats you up though you will never admit to that and why? Why the façade? Why do you have to be the rebel when all you really are is another face in the crowd looking for success and vindication? After all those years of mediocrity, did you really half-ass RTG last year?
Oh no, you wanted to beat Kelcey, you NEEDED to beat Kelcey Wallace or no one would ever take you serious again. Let me ask you something, do you think anyone takes you serious now? I do, because I know the REAL Ace Marshall, he isn’t the clown he portrays, he’s not the court jester in Mr. D’s Kingdom, oh no, he’s a man who’s desperate to get back on top and be the World Champion one more time to prove everyone wrong but this time, there is one thing which stands in your way, not your wife or Blake mason, not Josh Hudson or this Trios Contract….
It’s me.
The SCW has been ugly for so long, I finally found my calling, my mark. Look at the ratings, see what people are saying, the only difference between you and me Ace is I get paid for my photos and magazine spreads, we both love the attention, the spotlight, that is why I stand here on stage right now addressing you, this is what I live for and at least I’m mature enough to admit it, never fearing my true self in fear that I may be bundled up like others. Your quest to be so different and unique has become your albatross. Eating away at your soul, a couple of attention whores wanting the spotlight without firmly admitting to it, their starvation for attention has left you famished for more and I stand here laughing at you the entire time for all you have to do is embrace it…..
You can’t.
It must be tough trying to be something for so many years that you’re not. Like a comedian, writing down all your material, wishing that the next one will be the act that puts you back on the map again and while many already feel you can step right in and be a World Champion like the SCW, I scoff at the thought. Ace, what you are now is a novelty act, my vanity and greed, my shallowness and lack of substance?
I embrace it and you know why?
They all serve a purpose and the title I hold in my hand is proof of that.”
Sienna glances over at the World Championship, Laura nods in approval while the Twins both smirks. The iron angel was able to get to know Ace very early in her career and while he has changed and is now married to Cassidy Carter who wants her title, Sienna understands the magnitude of this match. She needs the momentum going into Bound By Blood, Josh Hudson is on her mind but first, she is going to make a statement with Ace Marshall. She continues to speak…
“The last time I was in Sydney, Australia, I pinned Ravyn Taylor in the middle of the ring, then it was the biggest win of my career. Don’t flatter yourself Ace, winning this Championship was the biggest but now we embark on a new journey, it is time once again for beauty to shine through, for me to stand above the rest like I have over Syren, Selena Frost, Kennedy Street, Alistaire Allocco, Alexis Quinne and the lists go on and on for just like the aforementioned names you know every well, Ace, you soon will be joining them.
This match is a statement, they don’t doubt you, they think the world of the great Ace Marshall. They doubt me and the validity of my title reign. How long did I have to fight to get here? How many heartbreaks and triumphs? I almost lost my career over this and came back stronger than ever all to arrive at this moment where another FORMER World Champion falls at my feet. I have survived the best this company has thrown at me and now while you were on your little vacation and I rose to the Heaven’s you pick an opportune time to return?
No, Ace, this is not your moment, it’s mine and I dictate what happens in it.
You had a good run, maybe it is time for your wife to step up and that’s quite charming for you see, I plan to still be the World Champion when her time comes and when it does, you two can talk over a few Pina Colada’s and compare stories on how you both fell to the Angel. Different isn’t always a winning recipe, Ace. I stand above all else, I’m the one they come to see now, the FUTURE is here and now you can be a part of it, make some history and just be another name on my long list of accomplishments. There comes a time Ace, when we all reach that crossroad, yours is a simple one, stepping into the ring with the greatest athlete the World has ever seen and finally all the ugliness you portray, the perverted pig you are, the nonsensical trope you spew and caricature you like to portray hiding your true self will end in an elegant defeat. I’m truly disappointed in you, always trying to be so different and stand out yet you sound exactly the same as everyone else with your tired and repetitive rhetoric. Joke all you want, don’t take me serious or do and why do I take that stance?
We’ll always have that Won Ton. It’s okay, I forgive you, matter of fact, I promise to be gentle when I finish this, you wont’ even see it coming.
In front of these Australians who worship the ground I walk on they will see no “ace” up your sleeves, no tricks or games.
Since your return a few years ago you’ve been the life of the party….”
Sienna cracks a smile while holding up the World Championship….
“I’m going to end it with a Kiss by an Angel…..
For this Party is OVER.”
She winks and steps back as the Twins smile Laura cuts the feed….
FADE TO BLACK
/REC
Sienna Swann 