Sin, an immortal act considered to be a transgression against divine law. Pleasure a feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment, or sexual enjoyment. There are those who sit around and drink the kool-aid and are holier than everyone else who would consider these two words as complete opposites, that you cannot have pleasure if there is sin in your life. Then there are those like Amber Dawn who believe that pleasure cannot exist without sin, and that the two fall hand in hand with each other. Sin is how Amber Dawn finds her pleasure, the Catholic, Christian and other religions would look at her and label her as a Satanist or someone with absolutely no moral compass, and who was she to argue, clearly they were right.

The only person who ever kept Amber on a path, whether it be good or bad was her childhood friend Sarah. She had always stuck by Amber since the day they met in a St. Louis Missouri orphanage. They were inseparable and without Sarah, Amber would have never of known who she truly as inside. Sarah helped and allowed her to release the monster that was inside, the monster that scratched and clawed from inside her for years begging to be released. Sarah never judged her for the need and want to take a life. She never looked at her in fear or disgust as she played with her victims psychologically to the point they begged for it all to end. There was never anyone else in Ambers life…….until now.

Now there was the XWF, a company that signed her to do what she loved most, hurt people. Joining the XWF however caused challenges in her life. Even though Sarah had told her many times that she didn’t have to change her ways, Amber Dawn knew that it wasn’t true. Her days of taking lives in the “House of Horrors” was over. The risks of getting caught were too great. Traveling around the world and having a schedule that would interfere with her ability to clean up messes and make sure there was no evidence left behind was obviously way to taxing. Even though Sarah begged Amber not to, she knew this was part of her life that she had to stop, no matter how bad she craved, wanted or needed it, she had to end it. Luckily for her there was still a way to successfully detox her need to kill, instead she could replace it with the ability to hurt people in a ring in front of thousands of people in an arena, and millions of people watching around the world. She could show off her talent and skills in front of people and get paid to do it, she just had to control herself enough that she didn’t take a life.

The change in her employment was not the only new challenge in her life. When Amber Dawn thought there was no one else but Sarah she was okay with that, and she was comfortable with that. Call it divine fate, called it serendipitous, call it a coincidence, call it what will, but it reared its head in the most peculiar way possible, almost as if Amber Dawn was guided to the XWF to meet her true soul mate, the one person that would complete her, something that Ambers friend Sarah was not happy with at all. One would think that years of it just being the two of them, Sarah would be ecstatic that Amber would find someone else to be close to, but the way Amber talked about Jenny Myst, Sarah felt as if she would no longer be a part of Amber, that Jenny Myst would be her replacement, and in a way Sarah was correct. Since the day Amber read over Jenny Mysts profile, watched all the matches she could find of her online as well as segments and promos the less Amber thought of Sarah, the less she needed her in her life to guide her, the less Amber thought about killing, but instead the destruction and legacy her and Jenny Myst could leave behind in the XWF. They would be an unstoppable force, Goddesses among mortals, when theirs names escaped the lips of their opponents and their fans it would send a shiver of fear down everyone’s spines.

There was no doubt that Jenny Myst was not a replacement for Sarah, but instead she was suppose to have been the one Amber Dawn met in that orphanage years ago, Sarah was nothing but a shell a replacement until the two goddesses of the XWF finally met, something that Amber had yet to tell Sarah, but would wait until the time was appropriate. Sarah was not the only person that Amber Dawn had to confront, but she had to convince Jenny Myst that the two women were soul mates and were meant to rule the XWF together. Jenny Myst had to know this was true just by looking at their childhood, the similarities were to familiar.

Amber sat inside the IXL Long Bar, the type of bar that she usually wouldn’t be caught dead in, but Hobart didn’t have a variety of bars that were at her comfort level. No smoking in the bar was something Amber never understood and it annoyed her to no end, but the live music from the band playing in the background kept her tapping her foot against the stool she was in. Alcoholic…..isn’t that what a majority of the females in the XWF called her? Hell might as well live up to the hype and keep them honest with their opinions of her she thought as she took a long gulp out of the beer bottle in her hand. She slammed the empty bottle onto the bars countertop with force, enough to make nearby patrons look up at her in confusion. Again, not that type of bar. No one in leather vests, no cloud of smoke from cigarettes and cigars lingering in the air, and no rowdy groups getting out of hand starting fights. No this clearly was not the type of bar environment that Amber Dawn was use to.

Amber had watched all of her opponents promo’s and segments up to this point at least four or five times a piece, none of the opponents really standing out as an obstacle or challenge for her, none but her soul mate Jenny Myst.

Amber pondered how someone as talented as Venessa Navarro could be so blinded by something like her father’s death. Amber was intrigued by death herself, but more on watching someone take their last breath, the end wasn’t something that perked her interest at all. Amber always believed that once you took your final breath then it was literally lights out, there was no after life, everything that once was just ended and you became nothing more than fertilizer for the earth and food for the worms that would end up inhabiting your body. Such a wasteful thing to be so intrigued by. Venessa would sit in a cemetery during some of her segments, seen talking to a slab of concrete with her father’s name and information scribbled across it as if it was important information, but the only person it was important to was Venessa and no one else. No one cared that her father resided six feet under the ground, no one cared how he got there, to the grounds keeper of the cemetery her father was just another piece of concrete he had to weed eat around. Much like her dead father, Venessa wasn’t a threat to Amber or anyone else participating in the Roxy Cotton Bombshell Battle Royal, hell the only person she was truly a threat to was herself.

Then there was Chelsea Storm. She tried to act rough and tough on the outside, but on the inside she was nothing more than a primadonna. Her weakness was that she thought only Mandii Rider was the only formidable foe in the match. Why? Because she held a title that Chelsea longed for? It was opponents like her that were always the weakest, the ones whose thoughts were only focused on one thing, titles and accolades. Amber could give two damns about a shiny little belt strapped around her waist. Ambers main focus was to create chaos and mayhem, she just wanted to hurt people, and Chelsea could be one of her first victims. Chelsea only wanted to be in the spotlight and nothing else, she wanted the fans to love and adore her, she wanted to be the face of the women’s division in the XWF. What a joke. She couldn’t even walk through an airport without her manager and three body guards to escort her. Is she that weak and timid that she needs body guards to protect her? Is she that shallow that she thinks the fans or news media cares enough to swarm her out in public.

Chelsea was so full of herself, but what she didn’t realize is that she was the Pauly Shore version of the XWF, at times could be entertaining, but in retrospect a has been and a nobody. The fans didn’t care about her, hell she was just the flavor of the week, a new set of tits and ass for the male fans to stare at and the women fans to envy, she was easily replaceable. She thought she was so clever though with her insults again Amber Dawn. The neighborhood alcoholic….check Amber thought as she took a drink out of a new beer. Smoker…..check, unfortunately not in the uptight bar, a perfect place for a primadonna like Chelsea, it was full of fake people just like her. Someone nobody actually likes being around….check Amber though to herself as she looked at the empty bar stools next to her. Stench…..ch…well wait, Amber though as she lifted her arm and sniffed her armpit. Can’t seem to agree with Chelsea on that one. She was right about her at one point wanting nothing more than to please Mandii Rider and Robert Main, but that was until she saw Jenny Myst for the first time, but Amber still wouldn’t be opposed the idea of a threesome as Chelsea mentioned in her segment.

The rest of the opponents in the Battle Royal were like the fetuses of a mothers abortion, nothing more than unimportant memories. They were once something that mattered, but as time went on the less the XWF and its fans wanted them, so they got the pointy sharp end of a hangar and after that were never thought of again. They were just bodies to fill into gaps to fill the weekly and monthly cards, otherwise known as jobbers in the wrestling industry. It was sad that Amber thought of them this way, a lot of them at one time or another had potential and showed a lot of skill and talent in the ring, they just couldn’t find their edge, the couldn’t find that one thing that made them stand out and be relevant.

This Bombshell Battle Royal had only one opponent worthy of speaking about, only one name worth mentioning and that was Jenny Myst. Unlike Chelsea she didn’t spit out insults to cover up an insecurity she had deep down, no Jenny was just like Amber she said what was on her mind with no filter on the things she said. Jenny Myst owned up to her insecurities and made them not a weakness, but a part of her. She talked about her time in high school where she was rumored to have been a whore, a tramp a slut that was popular with the jocks. She mentioned how the other girls whispered things about her, but Amber fantasized about another life where she attended the same school as Jenny. Amber would have been one of the girls whispering, but she would have been one of the girls whispering about what it would have been like to have been with her. The idea that anyone could say anything disgusting or negative about a beautiful creature like Jenny Myst was a crime. Like Amber, Jenny was a goddess and deserved nothing but respect and admiration. She impressed Amber with the way she was able to roll insults off of her tongue without hesitation.

Amber was worried about what would happen when her and her soul mate Jenny Myst would take out all the other competition and be left standing face to face. Truthfully there was no other way this match would end, but with the two of them left standing at the end. Amber wasn’t worried that she would lose to Jenny, or that Jenny would lose to her, but that she knew deep down that she was incapable of hurting the woman she was destined to be with. How could she hurt the one person she felt she was put on earth to protect, to rule with. The truth was, she couldn’t and she knew it. However the questioned remained, what would Amber do when that inevitable moment arose and the two goddesses of the XWF were left locking eyes for the first time?