The dingy décor of the East side St. Louis Missouri hotel practically screamed out in pain. Languishing in the filthy shadows of the slums, the run down hotel was a glorified flophouse catering to transients with a few bucks in their pocket. Most of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation Superstars were staying in a more luxurious hotel on the other side of town, but Sin liked to keep it simple, besides she liked the dark setting.

A neon sign flickered outside of her room, shining through the moth eaten curtains as she sat on the edge of a lumpy mattress which had probably not been properly cleaned in months, possibly years. Water spots had soaked through the ceiling and walls leaving a noticeable mark throughout the entire room, while stains from possibly a horrific murder, or even a sexual encounter god only knew, covered the carpet.

It had been a week since she taken care of both Trisha Medinia and Sarah Saint James, she was of course the only person knowing exactly what happened to them after all, she smiled knowing that not once, but twice she had gotten away with the perfect crime.

She reached down towards the end table next to her bed and picked up the medicine prescribed to her by the Sunny Daze medical staff. She popped the top and lifted the container to her mouth and allowed a couple of the blue pills to drop into her mouth and swallowed uncomfortably. She returned the lid to the bottle and it to the end table, her eyes stared at the latest issue of Wrestle Star Magazine which rested next to the almost empty bottle of tequilia she had been drinking on.

The cover of the magazine showed a picture of her posing seductively, but the heading didn’t read what she wanted it to. She expected the wrestling journalist who wrote the piece to have commented on her amazing and flawless skills in the ring, or what they expected to see from her during her first upcoming match on Saturday Night Shove It. Instead the heading read “Sincere Lee Wild, or Sincere Lee Dangerous” below it questioning the where a bouts of Trisha Medinia and Sarah Saint James clearly pointing aqcusations at Sin.

The last week would have been hard for anyone else, but for Sin it was easy lying to the police and she knew they didn’t have enough evidence to press charges against her without bodies or DNA evidence.

”Looks like you did it again huh Sin?”

Sincere Lee Wild looked towards the bathroom where the voice had come from, in the doorway the silhouette of a woman stood leaning against the stained walls.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “What do you mean Michelle?”

Sin asked as the woman stepped out of the shadows revealing herself. Her pale white milky skin looked almost like an old time doll, accompanied by black hair almost darker than Sin’s. Sin’s eyes glanced over the woman’s perfectly sculpted body.

MICHELLE: “The perfect crime, you did it again.”

Sin smiled proud of herself.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Well for now I have Michelle, but you know Trisha‘s father he won‘t give up until he knows what happened to his daughter and he will make sure they put enough pressure on me hoping that I eventually break.”

Michelle sat next to Sin, the beds springs squeaking from just the little bit of weight from her.

MICHELLE: “I wouldn‘t worry too much about Trisha‘s father, he‘s an ignorant man, he may have the money and resources, but he lacks the drive to finish anything he starts. They will mourn her and Sarah Saint James and bury an empty casket into the ground, if you ask me it‘s more than either one of the deserved after what they did to you.”

Sin looked down at the primitive laptop balancing on her knees and looked at the screen. Not only had magazines been publishing rumors about Sin, but like wildfire it had spread to the internet. Fans clearly pointing fingers at her calling her a murderer and psychotic criminal. Michelle’s eyes looked down at the laptop and rolled her eyes as she reached out and folded it closed removing it from Sin’s lap and setting it on the ground.

MICHELLE: “Fan‘s who needs em?”

She said laughing. Her and Sin exchanged agreeing smiles.

MICHELLE: “As far as Sarah Saint James, after the truth was revealed about her from that clever anonymous phone call you made a lot of people are under the impression that she fled town and possibly the country knowing that criminal charges would be pressed against her for tampering with her brothers case. Everything you did she deserved.”

Sin looked away from Michelle her thoughts going back to the night she had forcefully took her from the special burns unit at the hospital and taken her to the farmhouse where she had spent the last several hours of her life.

Chained down she wore only her ripped clothing, dirt and bruises covered her entire body as dried blood from small cuts caked up on her lips. Her scrawny limbs and exposed ribs would have testified to weeks of torture and starvation, but she had only been holding her captive for maybe five or six hours. Frightened whimpers occasionally escaped her bloody lips as she attempted to make no eye contact with Sin. She dropped to her knees as the chains tightened and her back showed lashings that had left welts from the base of her neck down to her jean line.

She knew better to scream out for help, even though Sin knew that there was no one around to hear her screams she took pleasure in replacing the sounds of her screams with the sounds of cracking bones and the thud of heavy fists and boots against her freshly burnt skin.

Sin took even more pleasure after each beating when she watched Sarah’s body lay face down in a puddle of her own blood . Her limbs were twisted in unnatural angles that would have made anyone else’s joints hurts just by looking at them. Only the ragged sound of Sarah’s breathing made it clear that she was unconscious and not dead.

It was only a few short hours after her last beating that Sin dug the knife deep into her stomach and watched her draw her last breaths of air……Michelle was right she deserved everything she had gotten that night.

It was actually that night that Sin had met Michelle outside of her hotel room as she partook in a cigarette, the annoying sound of Trisha’s voice not ringing in her ear as she took every drag was like music to her ears. The bonded very quickly and Sin had even told her everything about what she had done, Michelle never once judging her, but instead agreeing that she had every right to do what she did. Michelle had said it best, “The World was a better place without them.” and Sin couldn’t have agreed more.

Her thoughts broke as she felt an sensational vibration coming from her pocket. She dug around until pulling out her cell phone and flipped it open. Her eyes scanned over something and then she flipped it shut smiling as she returned it to her pocket.

MICHELLE: “what’s that all about?”

Sin stood up from the bed and paced back and forth in excitement.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “That was a notification that the Xtreme Wrestling Federation updated their site with the new Saturday Night Shove It card and yours truly will be competing in her returning match.”

Michelle clapped her hand together as it echoed throughout the hotel room.

MICHELLE: “That is fantastic news Sin.”

Sin shook her head agreeing.

MICHELLE: “So tell me more.”

Michelle demanded eagerly.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “It‘s an four way battle royal.”

Michelle looked at Sin clueless as to what she was talking about.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “A four way battle royal is a match where I compete against three other competitors, the object of the match is to eliminate each opponent by knocking them over the top rope and out of the ring, there are no count outs or pinfalls.”

MICHELLE: “And the people you are competing against are they good.”

Sin shrugged her shoulders as she had to remember what she had read about them on the Xtreme Wrestling Federation website.

Sophia Sanchez, she was somewhat new to the XWF, but had climbed in the ranks very quickly and well liked by the fans, and why not the fans were as idiotic as she was. She claimed to be an extremist, which made Sin snicker at the very thought. She wondered if Sophia even knew the definition of the word extremist because nothing about her background or current biography showed any signs of being remotely extreme. She was more like a Barbie doll, you know the football cheerleader edition Barbie, and she was about as harmful as a fucking fly. In all honesty Sin expected her to more and likely the first person knocked out of the four way match up. Sin wondered why she had even joined a company like the Xtreme Wrestling Federation it seemed as if most of her time revolved around some guy named Bryce that Sin had not nor cared to read about. There was apparently some drama where the two had released a statement on XWF99.com claiming not to be a couple. Honestly though who really gave a shit if they were or not, the only thing that Sin wanted was for her to bring every bit of skill she had to the ring that night so that she could prove to her that she didn’t belong in wrestling. One thing about Sophia though, she was a beautiful woman on the outside, which made Sin suspect that her insides were just as beautiful. Her blood was probably valentine red, which Sin couldn’t way to beat out of her and see first hand. Her timid little body was probably so easy to break that Sin couldn’t wait to twist and pull her arms and legs in directions they aren’t suppose to bend. Yes there was no doubting it now that Sophia would indeed be the first opponent to leave on a stretcher the night of their match.

Then there was Danny Devia, the very thought of him almost made Sin throw up in her mouth. How cliché was this piece of shit? Another Rock wanna be, as if wrestling didn’t have enough of those, or as if the Rock was an irritating enough wrestler to begin with. She had remembered reading his biography on the XWF website just a few days as she had been checking out all of her potential opponents. His probably stuck out the most as she recalled, not because he was arrogant, or an amazing athlete, or one of the greatest entertainers to step into the ring….no she recalled his biography because it’s what she read that night to help her fall asleep. It was almost like a well written chick flick starring hollywoods finest actors, it made her laugh at moments and then cry right afterwards that was how embarrassing and unentertaining he really was. Even now the thought of him caused a lump in the back of her throat that caused her to gag, but she managed to grab the bottle of tequilia from the nearby end table and take a swig to help keep it down.

And last, but not least Damien “Anarchy” Dupree, the way his name rolled off your tongue just showed how much of a fucking duesch bag he really was. He was without a doubt the exact definition of a duesch bag, a vile smelly mixture of water, yeast, cum and whatever else that has been inserted in or living in a vagina. Sin remembered clicking his name while surfing the XWF website one day, she waited in anticipation almost not able to contain herself so that she could read his biography. I mean with a name like Anarchy he had to be in the same league as her, as evil and confused as her. The website took forever to change pages she remembered, and after reading his biography she knew why it had, the internet was some how trying to warn her not to waste her time reading anything about him, but she didn’t listen, instead she waited until it loaded and read in disapointment. He was a sheep in wolves clothing, and no for all you fucking assholes who think that Sin had gotten her analogy backwards she meant it the way she thought it, a sheep in wolves clothing. He was a Saint posing as a Sinner and nothing pissed Sin off more than that. It was exactly the people like him that Sin wanted to rid the Xtreme Wrestling Federation of, posers and fakes, she wanted the people to see the Xtreme Wrestling Federation for what it could be, not what it was.

She remembered that before she was locked up at Sunny Daze and wrestled for the XWF that it was high caliber show, bringing only the best matches week in and week out for the fans, now it was nothing more than an over rated soap opera with half naked women and men running around playing grab ass with one another. If she could weed out the bullshit like Damien “Anarchy” Dupree and all the other fake garbage floating around the company then it could truly be the show it once was.

Michelle broke her concentration as she pictured in her head the XWF under her rule.

MICHELLE: “So how about we take a ride down to the arena and you show me around, maybe I can even watch you practice in the ring for a little while?”

Sin shook her head.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Ya sure, why not.”

Sin stood up and grabbed her bag off of the floor, a mouse scurried out from under it and into the nearby room. Michelle followed her out the door as the two headed for the XWF arena.