SKYE'S THE LIMIT [4-29-2020]

Austin Carter vs. Hannah Kristiannsen

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The show cuts backstage to Jazmyn Rain who is in a very confident mood, as she should be considering that the last time she was in a Limitless ring, in her debut no less, she was able to come away with a victory against Hannah Kristiansen. It may have come on the preshow, but that’s a fact that doesn’t seem to bother her as she’s raring to go for the opportunity that lies ahead. She finishes up with her hair while she straightens it out in front of a compact mirror before she stops, gives an underhand toss to the mirror aside and flashes a quick smile to the camera as she begins to speak her mind.

Jazmyn Rain: The last time I was here… I spoke my mind. Not a lot of people liked it. My opponent sure as hell didn’t like it. I said it straight up that I’m not some pre show wrestler and on that pre show, that’s exactly what I went out and did. Now, judging by the opportunity that I got going on tonight, which I am going to get to in quite a bit, it would appear that this company at least got the message a little bit. Then again, beating that roided up she-Hulk definitely helped with that. By the way, what’s she up to tonight? Oh right… while I’m about to get this best of three opportunity, She-Hulk is rottin’ away in her SECOND “Welcome to Limitless” match. It’s a damn good thing I beat her then because I would not want to be in a repeat situation like that. But enough about her… let’s talk about my favorite subject in the world: ME!

Jazmyn pauses for a moment and flashes another smile for a few seconds before she continues.

Jazmyn Rain: I move forward as the star that I am and what do you know? Winning my debut match definitely got some rewards goin’ on because now I get to wrestle against this girl named Maxx Bennett in a best of three series. Best of three, huh? I can work with that… but the big thing for me of course is going to be that little prize at the end of this thing when I beat this little girl around and hogtie her down like the blonde piece of So. Cal whore trash that she is… not once… but twice! Hell, it wouldn’t be a shock to me if I won in a sweep! Anyway… once I win this series, what’s going to end up happening is that I am going to take ANOTHER big step up the ladder because the reward for going through this dime a dozen, plastic, Barbie doll is a title opportunity! Now, it wasn’t stated WHICH championship it was gonna be, but that’s alright! I know I am capable of being any kind of champion anywhere I compete in…

Now what about this Maxx Bennett girl?

First thing’s first sugar… I’m shocked that you don’t have THREE X’s in your name considering you look like everyone in Santa Monica has had a night with ya, know what I mean?

Still… I gotta admit… and I gotta give the blight her due… she did pretty solid for herself last month. She did win a triple threat match. Then again, the month before that… she lost another one… though she wasn’t pinned. But… what about three months ago?

You know… that Red Carpet Rumble that you had goin’ on?

Sure, she was an early entry… but third elimination is STILL third elimination. What happened, hon? Was the pressure too much for you? Were the lights too bright for you? Because if you’re gonna go blind in the spotlight, then you’re gonna have a hard time against me! What I’ve done in this business speaks for itself and the bitch is… even when I’ve done what I’ve done… OTHER people have always been gettin’ that spotlight even though I had OWNED that spotlight.

I didn’t come here for that… that’s why I was so disgusted by gettin’ a pre show match last month.

I came here to BE the spotlight, ya got that?

I came here to be a ROLE MODEL… a real one! Unlike you, I ain’t ever seen a plastic surgery in my life!

I don’t flaunt “sexiness” all over social media, darlin’.

You’re part of why society is goin’ down the drain, why this generation has gone to the dogs and the worst part is that you don’t even care!

That’s the thing with you L.A. types… you’re all fake, you’re all the same… y’all bastardize the world with your idolatry and your preenin’ to do whatever it takes to be famous and adored by people that really don’t give a shit about ya!

You know what they say… there’s no better role model for what the true American girl is supposed to be like than a Southern girl… and that’s where I come in! So all I got to say to you at this point Maxx… is bless your heart… ‘cause I’m about to break it. And hon?

Ya don’t impress me much!

Jazmyn lets out a scoff, clearly not intimidated at all by her opponent as she departs from the scene. Shortly after her departure, the scene fades out. 

The sounds of 'Your Favorite Drug' by Porcelain and The Tramp hit those arena speakers hard, filling the air with those catchy lyrics and that movement inducing harmony. Black curtains were thrown open as none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux emerged from behind them. Storming out onto the top of that entrance ramp, he stopped dead in his tracks before looking out at the stands. There was an obvious look of disappointment growing across his features as he only caught sight of those few students in the front row, all spread out and social distanced.

After a slow shake of his head, the overly arrogant Laroux began to make his way down that ramp. Looking from side to side, it was clear Xavier missed the large crowds as he walked closer and closer to the bottom of the ramp. Stopping once he got there, he lunged forward before sliding in under the bottom set of ropes. Popping back up to his feet, Xavier was dressed to compete, decked out in those faded and tattered denim jeans and a white tank top that resembled more of a second skin than an article of clothing as it clung to his torso in all the right places.

Despite the longing for a crowd, Xavier looked at those tables set up in the ring, various unmarked bottles of liquor displayed upon them. Once seeing that set up, that oh so arrogant smirk of his slowly broke through the surface until it completely dominated his features. Walking past them, Xavier ducked between the top and middle sets of ropes, being handed a microphone from a ringside attendant. Moving fully back into the ring, Laroux raised that microphone up, speaking aloud.

Xavier Laroux: 'Y'know..the world is in a pretty shitty state right now, if y'all didn't know. Can't have more than a few people in one place at one time. People out there wearin masks, fuckin with Asians cause they think this whole thing is their fault. Can't find no goddamn toilet paper, hadda resort to usin Liza's posters for that. And lemme tell ya, that paper's just as fuckin stiff and as cold as her fuckin soul, lemme tell ya. And that's just the tip of the iceberg, man. But that's okay..cause tonight we gonna have fun with it.'

That smirk brightened as those words rolled off of his tongue. Stuffing the handle of that microphone in the neckline of his tanktop, he made it was secureish before approaching one of those tables. Grabbing up one of those bottles and a stack of red, disposable shot glasses, he made his way back to the ropes before carefully ducking back to the ringside area. Careful not to knock that microphone free, he began to make his way towards the crowd railing, separating him and those students.

Xavier Laroux: But none of that matters! Not when there's a fuckin fiesta to be had!

Setting that stack of shot cups on the barricade, he plucked the top one from it before opening up that bottle and pouring up a shot. Looking to one of those students, a female one, he tilted his head a bit.

Xavier Laroux: You legal?

Almost as soon as those words left the lips of Xavier, he laughed out, seemingly waving off his own question.

Xavier Laroux: Of course you are! Have a shot!

He handed her that shot before going around ringside, doing the exact same with the other students in attendance. After finishing up his rounds, he looked to the bottle before shrugging his shoulders. Bringing it up, he took a rather long drink out of it before exclaiming with excitement. Stopping at the front of the ring, he hopped up into a seated position on the ring apron.

Xavier Laroux: Shit, I'd sit my happy ass right here and get fuckin wasted with all y'all all goddamn night if I could but I gotta match..I think?

Looking back and forth, as if he was looking to see if anybody was looking before sneakily taking another swig from that bottle he clutched. Pulling the microphone out of his shirt, he held it like it should be held.

Xavier Laroux: See, I was suppose to have my fuckoff match against Holland. But I guess when his olelady saw that, unlike Subway, I'm actually slingin foot longs, he developed a case of the lildick and hadda get the fuck away from here. Then I guess he broke his back..but no sold it? Fuck if I know. I DIGRESS! They said my new opponent would be announced but it hasn't..that I know of? So, I don't really know what the fuck's goin on anymore.

Laroux shrugged those shoulders of his rather nonchalantly. Turning his body, he laid back across that ring apron, getting rather comfortable.

Xavier Laroux: But that's whatever. Do you know there's somethin even worse than all of this lockdown Corona shit. And that, of course, is Eliza Valentine as Bloodsport Champion. That should be me, y'know? I'm not even half sure what the fuck happened..but lemme tell you, it was underhanded, deceitful, and she prolly gave the ref a handy afore the match to increase her chances. And as you can see, it clearly worked.'

Raising back up to a seated position only to take another swig from that bottle of his. He motioned over one of the ring, watching intently as he came over. After some inaudible dialogue, that ring attendant rolled into the ring under the ropes as Xavier went on with his point.

Xavier Laroux: But that's okay, y'know why? Cause I'm comin for it. Ain't nothin else in this company that concerns me more than takin that belt from you, Liza. I want that championship and as you know..from experience that I ALWAYS get what I want. This isn't gonna be any different.

He watched on as that ring attendant began to collect those bottles before being joined by another to help. Those two workers began passing the bottles out to the students while Xavier looked on in satisfaction.

Xavier Laroux: See, I make everythin better. Look at how happy they are..just with a lilbit of liquor. Now, imagine how happy they're gonna be when I take what should have been mine from the get go. But before that, Ima take my happy ass backstage and get into some ass afore I see whatever management decides to do bout my match tonight. I'll see y'all in a lilbit.

Pushing off of the apron, Xavier landed in a standing position. Taking another swig of that bottle, he began walking backwards up the ramp. He looked at those students were having a good time with their drink, the smirk across Xavier's face growing largely before disappearing to the back.

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Aliyah Greene: “Skye’s The Limit. Amiright tho, thinking it’s not for everybody? Cause. It ain’t.”

She looks over at her twin sister and tag team partner Annica, who is currently sitting across from her on a pink yoga mat. Aliyah’s is baby blue as the camera pans to find out, both sisters are wearing yoga pants and sports bras in tie-dye colors, the latter giving a valiant struggle to maintain coverage of their assets.

Annica Greene: “It’s ours, tho. Showing that we got no limits. We’re on the hunt, we’re hungry and the table’s been set. Time to eat.”

Almost in unison they change positions, twisting and bendy, despite the advanced yoga forms neither has a bit of trouble speaking.

Aliyah Greene: “Wanna be cheeky, could say that makes us Limitless, see.”

Annica laughs at her sister’s words and goes to the next yoga pose, it takes her a few tries to get the headstand going but she does, with a triumphant albeit upside down grin on her face. She still almost topples but catches herself with another grin.

Annica Greene: “Took me a long time to get here. Yuh. Used to couldn’t do it, I’d fall right over cause we top heavy I guess.”

Aliyah is laughing now and moves into her next form for awhile as her sister continues to speak.

Annica Greene: “Thing is, see. Goals. I coulda given up, coulda done something easier but it’s just like wrestling. We got goals, and we are always looking to advance them because ain’t no way we’re staying static. We are better than The Girls of Summer and we are gonna prove it by first off, gotta beat No Mersey. Them two. Then, we do that? We got our Number One Contender spot again. Then, we just gotta pull the trigger, and this time make it past the current champs.

Aliyah Greene: “Gotta respect they hustle, but they hogging our spotlight and uh… we cute.”

A pause as her sister eases down and sits cross-legged on her yoga mat, and she does the same, mirroring her.

Aliyah Greene: “People say lots of dumb things before a match, right. But we know. We know this ain’t gonna be easy, no cakewalk in the park or whatev whatev. They big, them No Mersey boys and they look mean as hell. That’s okurr. Everybody about bigger than we are. So, we just gotta work our way ‘round that. Same as the Champs, we know they tough. Know. But we learn, and we grown, so we got our sights affixed.”

Annica Greene: “Affixed? Huh. Well guess so, but we ain’t snipers. We’re just a pair of sisters lookin to prove we better than The Enemy, and we ain’t gonna stop til we are. Better wrestlers, better sisters, gonna have a longer reign as tag champs when it comes, too just see. Just see.”

The pair reach over, grasping hands as Aliyah whispers not nearly as quiet as she thinks she is, to Annica.

Aliyah Greene: “We gonna be Champions. Speakin that truth into the Universe cause… we won’t stop til we are.”