The scene opens slowly with a view of Kristy's apartment. The sun was just now peeking out over the horizon. A cool breeze blew in from the open windows, filling the apartment with a fresh air smell. Things were calm, except the occasional cough that broke through the silence of the apartment. We pan around to see the walls were painted an off white and the carpets a boring tan color. It was a pretty basic apartment, but it served its purpose well. We see a large entertainment type center across from the couch, which housed a flat screen TV as well as a stereo system. We see pictures sitting on top of it, they were of the woman known as Kristy with a few friends and even one of Kristy, that someone had drawn. We see a few paintings on the walls including one of a rain forest. We now see the man known as Alex Andrews lying on the tan micro fiber couch. He was shirtless, showing the bruises and marks across his body. He had a clean dark blue blanket pulled up to his waist. It had been a few hours since Kristy had brought him to her home and after struggling a bit to get him back to her house and up the stairs to her apartment, he was exhausted and simply passed out. Some may have asked why she brought him home. Why help him? Those who knew Alex would probably question why she helped him at all and didn't simply leave him there on the street corner to die. It was now Kristy walked into the room, carrying what looked like a first aid kit and a bottle of alcohol. She was still a bit weary of Alex, but he was still a human being and for the moment felt like he was no danger, simply because judging by his wounds, he probably didn't have enough in him for any type of attack.

Kristy sits the first aid kit down on the table as we see she had relieved herself of her Hello Kitty jacket and was now just in her cargo pants and a tight white tank top, which seemed to accent her short yet curvy frame. She moves some of her drawings to the other end of the dark cherry wood coffee table and sits down on the edge of it. She studies Alex for a moment, still wondering what happened to him. Had he been in a car accident? Was this the result of random violence? Whatever the reason, she was going to try and get it out of him over time, for now though she was going to make sure he didn't die on her couch. Another cough comes from deep in Alex's lungs, causing Kristy to lean back away from him for a moment. Glancing towards the bat she had by the couch, she shakes her head and begins to gather up things out of the first aid box. She takes out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a large piece of gauze. She pours some onto the gauze and gently begins to clean the dried blood from his face. He groans softly, still not completely conscious. Kristy quiets him down as she continues to slowly clean him up. She moves to investigate the gash in his head, knowing he may need stitches, but already had a feeling he was still going to refuse hospital treatment.

Kristy, knowing this was going to get a reaction from Alex but having to do it, gently pours some alcohol from the bottle over the cut. Even though he was weak, Alex's eyes fly open and he yells out in pain. Still being out of it and unsure of his surroundings, he grabs Kristy's wrist and goes to get up. Alex's weakened state helped Kristy gently push him back down as she tried to calm him down. Alex growls under his breath as he was now thinking he was back in the building, back in the hands of his captors.

To Be Continued....

\It's party time./

Kristy: So this upcoming Shove-It I will be in the main event. To be honest it surprised me; Wouldn't you? Just the thought of you signing an enhancement talent contract; thinking you will be in low level matches. But out of the blue in your second match your main event a show. Is this some punishment from Morbid Angel comment about Morbid being Diaz bitch? Or was it something more? But the thought of him; putting me in the main event as a sign of punishment. You have to be stupid! I know that sounded harsh but it's the truth and everyone knows it. The opponent I am facing in this upcoming match is completely on her high horse and all I can think about is

“Why?"

Are you on your high horse; because you beat some people that are considered enhancement just like me? Or is it because Wyatt got a shot at the European title? Or are you that happy to be considered Wyatt’s Bitch? Is that an achievement or something? God Damn! Rednecks got the strangest things to be happy; what’s next? Being glad you didn't suffer the disease called gingivitis! If I am not intimidating; your mouth disease is something I am intimidated about. But deep down in the pit of her stomach she is intimidated by me or is it just jealousy? Jealous of the fact; that people like me? They want to see more of me; they want to follow in The Kristy Jackson movement? Does it get under your skin that bad? Are you threatened by me for taking your spot light for just being in this company for about a month? Damn I must be that good; and all this time I thought I was some enhancement talent. But then you called me.....

Kristy begins to gasps; like she is a state of shock by the word.

Joke? That really hurt my feeling Charlotte. It truly did; I just want to cry my eyes out right now and not even show up for this match. But that’s enough of this facade Charlotte. You and I both know who the joke is and who would make easy work of the other. If you didn't know that would be me making light work of you on Shove-It. But I might go easy on you just because you called my promo cute. Which I thought is was; it wasn't some Neonero promo with the clever words or interesting lighting effects. But I think it did the job well for someone of Kid Ant style; if you didn't know I mocked him. Just so that is clear.

Kristy crosses her arms; She feels pleases about her handy work. But then Kristy became wide-eyed.

Oh shit I just went off topic; sorry I just see that I will be the only person carrying this match. I am not talking ill of Charlotte in ring. I am sure beating D Shadows, Michael McBride and John Black made her think she is hot shit. I'm sure she thinks I am at their level or even under them. Are you really going to underestimate me? Is that a smart idea? Maybe this is her way at throwing that alpha- female attitude at me? I am sure she is not going to go that route.

Quote:Does that snail trail actually think she has what it takes to dethrone me? No. She can't. She's not a Reynolds. She will never be the same caliber of woman that I am.

Looks like I was wrong; for god’s sake; I seen this coming I knew she was going to talk stupid like she always do. I didn't come to this place to run rough shot. That facade gets so tiresome it's a repeating factor everywhere you go. But when you finally lose; you finally understand that you’re not the shit. For example JTC, Swift Ion they also thought they was the shit as well, just like you and do you know what all three of you will suffer the same outcome. This is falling flat on your face.

I gave you so much ammo in my last promo it's not even funny. I thought you were going to use the claim of me being the daughter of a gold digging Whore and a deadbeat father against me and you didn't. I filled the camber in your gun and you didn't even pull the trigger. That's a nice way to go; but you do it points for saying I am nothing more than eye candy or me being minimum talent and a pair of tits. I saw this coming as well, but I saw it more for a guy than a woman. For god sake's Charlotte you’re boring the hell out of me. But as long you had some comment to give beside Kid Ant. So I have a question I want to ask? How does it feel to get smacked around by Wyatt? Will Wyatt smack you if he loses the European title? Will you show up for our match after your ass whipping by Wyatt? I need to know; it's for research. But I hope you are ready Charlotte; because I surly am.