TRISHA MEDINIA: "Everything went real smooth Sin, and I didn't have to go in there and bark orders like you said I needed to. Me and the General Managers of each so all decided in the end that you would be best
suited for Saturday Night Shove It just like you wanted. Now as far as your first match and opponent that is still up in the air right now, they can't just fit you in last minute the card was already full for this upcoming show."

The parking garage was located only a few blocks away from the block they had met at just the day before. Their footsteps echoed across an upper level of
the garage as Sin and Trisha walked away from the black 1969 Chevy Impala. Sunlight entered through gaps in the concrete pillars. Sin puffed on a cigarette as Trisha gave her a hard time abou how she had expected her to handle things with the General Managers of the XWF. Sin was really starting to miss her usual antitobacco spiels.

SINCERE LEE WILD: "I told you how I wanted things handled Trisha
and you didn't fucking listen."

Sin said as frustration tinged in her voice.

TRISHA MEDINIA: "Oh you're right Sin I should have walked in there yelling and screaming looking like a fool to try and get you what you requested."

Something about Trisha's tone bugged Sin.

SINCERE LEE WILD: "I told you yesterday I'm not here to make friends and dance around pleasing the XWF, you should have handeled it the
way I told you to so that they know I mean business."

Sin stopped for a moment and dug around in her pocket until she located the
compact car alarm. She looked back at her pride and joy as the lighting from
the gaps in the pillars gleamed on the perfectly waxed black exterior of the classic beast. It put the cars surrounding it to shame, some had rust which crept like cancer across their dented exteriors. Some had faded bumper stickers that read cheesy quotes like "My Child is an Honor Student", or campaign slogans supporting their favorite presidential canidate as if anyone truely cared about their opinion in politics. Hell the bumper stickers probably helped hold some of the fenders in place.

TRISHA MEDINIA: "Well does it really matter Sin you got what
you wanted either way so there is no sense bitching about it."

Sin sighed loudly proud that Trisha was standing up for herself, but didn't realize just how bad she was tempting Sin to uppercut her right in the chin. It would be so easy and quick that Trisha wouldn't even have known what happened. She thumbed the remote and the car chirped in response, then both women continued their way toward the back entrance of the arena. Once there Trisha politely opened the door, but with a slight attitude.

TRISHA MEDINIA: "I'm your manager Sin, you hired me to take care of these affairs, you know the stuff you don't want to deal with, it's my job."

Trisha followed Sin into the building as the spring loaded door slowly closed behind them. A security gaurd threw his hand up motioning for them to stop
until Trisha clumsily reached for her ID tucked away in her shirt. Once confirming who they were he allowed them to pass and they continued their conversation.

SINCERE LEE WILD: "Hired you Trisha? Are you fucking kidding me right now....hired you? As I recall you roped me into allowing you to be my manager, pretty much telling me it was the only way back into the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. All I asked you for was to help me get back into the business not critisize everything I am doing that you don't approve of.

They continued down the hallway which was littered with stage hands setting
up for the upcoming show. Pyrotehnic speacialist were the easiest to spot due to the burns and lacerations on their skins from their years of service to the XWF. Finally they stopped in front of a door which was clearly marked for the women and Divas of the company. Trisha reached for the door, but Sin pushed her hand out of the way and touched her hand against the cold metal handle that shot chills up her spine.

The chills she received could have been miscontrued as being caused by the cold metal handle of the door, but in actuality it was caused by the intense feeling of pleasure raging through her body knowing that she was back doing what she did best, fighting.

Sin slowly pushed the door open as it creaked, people passing by looked in her direction with smiles until realizing who she was. Their smiles quickly faded as they leaned in whispering to one another. It was at this time that Sin realized her actions nearly a year ago during a live Pay Per View effected everyone in the building that night. Alot of the stage hands were under paid and collecting paychecks that barely paid their house payments and provided just enough food for their childrens mouths. The night she tried to light her opponent on fire and caused a full out panic in the arena put alot of those peoples lifes at risk, some thinking because of the out of control fire that it would be their last moments on earth, never having the opportunity to see their spouses or children again. She smirked at them devilishly not caring and stepped into the room. Besides who would have really missed them anyway, it's not like the Xtreme Wrestling Federation couldn't find more idiots to take their place and do their meaningless jobs. Seriously how hard was it to press play on a PA system allowing the wrestlers introduction music to be played throughout the arena How god damn difficult was it to press a button allowing fireworks and other pyrotechnics to ignite. Overpaid is what Sin would say if you asked her.

The light needed no guidance from her or Trisha as a motion detected system flickered them on for them. She looked around briefly until spotting her old locker. She made her way towards it and noticed alot of her wrestling gear already stored neatly inside along with various outfits.

TRISHA MEDINIA: "I took the liberty of grabbing you some new stuff that you had requested."

Sin turned around and sarcastically patted Trisha on the head.

SINCERE LEE WILD: "Good girl, you aren't a complete waste to have around are you?"

Trisha rolled her eyes and turned back towards the door they had just come through.

TRISHA MEDINIA: "Get settled in and collect your bearings I have a few errands to run. The ring is open for the next few hours if you want to brush up on your in-ring skills."

Before Sincere Lee Wild could respond Trisha was already out the door as it slammed shut behind her. Sin sat down on the bench in front of her locker looking around the newly decorated room.



It had changed alot over the years, it amazed her how they moved from City to City, country to country on a weekly basis, but the crews could always get the locker rooms to look the exact same no matter where they were. It was an amazing feat, but she still found them useless.

Her eyes stopped as they came across a locker only a few feet down from hers She squinted her eyes and read the plaque across the front of it, Ann Thrax. For the past couple of weeks Sin had been doing homework on the Xtreme Wrestling Federation and it's current roster, she was a quick learner so had already memorized most of their statistics. This particular name stuck out alot to Sin, she was a cunning opponents, quick and ruthless. Sin snickered out loud, that is what Ann Thrax said about herself, but nothing could have been farther from the truth.

Ann Thrax loved to tell the fans and other competitors how she loves pain, how she would do anything just to hurt her opponent no matter the sacrifice or pain her body would take. She was one bad chick. Well that's just because she hadn't met Sin yet. Ann Thrax only assumed she could handle pain because she hasn't truely felt pain until stepping in the ring with Sin. It was no secret that Sin was diabolic and knew absolutely no limits in the ring. While others concerned themselves with win/lose records, or championship belts, Sin could have cared less about the meaningless trophies they based their whole careers around. Sin was there for one reason, to hurt people. She was there to make them feel a kind of pain they could only experience from her. She would take each match to the next level, the referee could warn her as many times as he wanted, but she would ignore him. She wanted to see the pain in their eyes as she slowly drained the life out of their bodies, and right before their eyes would try and close she would stop. Not because she wanted to stop, but so that they could have the privelage of reliving that moment everytime they stepped in the ring with her.

She continued looking around the locker room amazed at the worthless talent the Xtreme Wrestling Federation had hired. The fans were so easy to fool beacuse they were so fucking stupid and clueless. As long as a women walked out in skimpy outfits and slapped each other around like highschoolers they were pleased. Any matches they had seen up until now were just like low budget porns, full of amatuers who didn't have a fucking clue. Kate Astrofey, the only thing clever about her was the name. She was just another Ann Thrax, just in a different meat suit. She claimed to keep going until her body couldn't take any more punishment. Unfortunately like Ann Thrax she had no clue as to what punishment really was. A match where the ropes were wrapped in barb wire, the turnbuckles covered with a thin but dangerously hard metal, tacks surrounding the outside and inside of the ring with weapons laying every where, all this while in a steel cage and the winner being the last one to consciously stand being dubbed the winner. Now that was a true match and a regular Saturday Night for Sin. She laughed outloud again imagining that Kate Astrofey's latest and hardes match was a bra and panties match. What a fucking embarassment.


Sin kept looking around not amazed by any of them, Sophia Sanchez, Kristen Silver, and her personal favorite Ursula Areano. She had even seen the locker of their fallen goddess Sarah Saint James. Sin had nothing better to do, but to start here. It was time that she weeded out the women that didn't deserve to be in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation which were all of them except her. They had no business being there, hell Rose Smith was more talented than all of them together and all she was good at was running around giving Peter Gilmour subpar handjobs. They were a disgrace to the sport and Sin was their savior.

She would of course offer them the opportunity to join her in her quest to take over the Xtreme Wrestling Federation or they could find themselve on a permanent disabled list collecting disability paychecks from the government if they refused.

She didn't even know where to begin, Ursula Areano was her first choice, but she had something special planned for the best friend of Sarah Saint James, besides she hadn't made her comeback in the company yet. It really didn't matter where she started they could either join her and become the most destructable force in the company or sit on the sidelines while she reaped the rewards.

The choice was simple either become a Sinner or stay a Saint........