[We open to a large dark room with a king size bed. The sheer white curtains softly blow from the light summertime time breeze. Laying on top of the black satin sheets in her lace pink tank top and shorts is Brandi James. She tosses and turns a bit then grabs a pillow and wraps her arms around it, then let's out a slight sigh.

There is only one person you can trust. And if I have to tell you exactly who that person is then it's obvious you've never been screwed over or taking part in destroying someone's life. Staying up late at night with nothing but time to think..it's forces you to flash back on things you wish you could take back, as well as things you wish you would have done differnt. The old saying goes "He who doesn't learn from their mistakes are destin to repeat." No fucking shit! Sometimes I do wonder how differnt things would have been for me had I not married Shawn Walsh and chose Damien Sparks. Lord knows there was no way in hell I was going to take Sean Lane over either of them. Sean Lane once was a proud man. So strong... someone I felt could have left not only an impression in Sports Entertainment but a huge legacy behind. Instead his only legacy is being my bitch. What woman wants that? Ok...well maybe some women want men they can control. I am certainly not one of those women.

Conflict and friction are always good to a point. Always getting along leads to no passion and is rather boring. There's just something about the raw emotion of angery sex that takes things to another level.

It's probably part of the reason I had chosen Walsh. Lane was done as far as I was concerned. Doing charity work and actually giving back to people who were trying to make it in the wrestling business. Why the hell should we give back? I know the road I took to get here wasn't an easy one. Contests like Tough Enough or the Diva Search are bullshit to me. Those people will never know what it's like to drive eight hours to wrestle for three hundred people and not even make twenty bucks. You wrestle for the exposure. You wrestle because it's in your blood and you feel that you would die or not be complete if you couldn't. You wrestle because one day you know that you'll be able to say "fuck You" to everyone that said you couldn't do it. These people know nothing about that and have been handed something that they shouldn't have. See what happens when I'm not allowed a glass of wine?

These are some of the things I think about at night while my faithful staff sleeps. I think about Sean Lane, Damien Sparks, and yes even Walsh. I think about exactly what each one meant to me, and the path not taken. If I chose Damien then I probably would be living in Canada and might even have a kid or two. If I chose Lane would be married to a man that left the glitz and glamour to be a school teacher. But I picked Shawn Walsh to be with. No matter what happened between us it's something that I do not regret.

Besides chosing Lane would have meant living in the sticks of up state New York...Yuck! I sure as hell couldn't deal with the cold ass winters of Rochester, NY and being the wife of a school teacher. And Canada ...well is a hell of alot worse. Not mention the fact that Damien started to turn a bit soft. God I really hate that, which is why I did pick Walsh. He never allowed me to walk on him. Cocky, arrogant, with a fuse shorter then almost anyone I know. My God he really knew how to turn me on. But the past should always stay where it's left right?

I have so many of my own things to deal with maybe coming to RWA was a huge mistake. Oh well it's no use trying to lay here and force myself to sleep. Maybe I should walk for a bit. Feelings my way downstairs I tried to make as little noise as possible. Finally I arrived at the kitchen a got a glass a water after a bit of fumbling around, damn trying to be quite.

Slowly I crept from the kitchen carrying my glass of water back to our room. I at first thought about turning on the light when I walked into the room but decided against it. Sliding my feet out of my fuzzy black slippers I placed my cup on the night stand next to my bed. The light from the balcony glimmered through my sheer white curtains. I have said it before and will repeat it..there's isn't much that can beat having a house in South Beach Miami. I could have chosen to live any where I wanted, but didn't. This is my stomping grounds...my home. Taking off my white silk robe I slipped into bed but still didn't feel tired. Reaching for my water I carefully took a sip and softly placed it back down. Nearly knocking over my cell phone. I took that as a sign, while my hand swept across the rug to find. Picking it up and flipping it open I dialed.]

Brandi James: "Hey Goregous..."

[ Maybe it wasn't the best time to call with it being nearly 3am, but if I'm going to start getting things now is as good of a time as any.]

Brandi James: "I know...I know it's almost 3am. I'm really sorry baby but this can't wait. Where are you right now?....Cleveland? are you working tomorrow? Hmmmm....We really need to talk...Yes, I agree. Alright, you're right. Sure, I'll try...About 11? Yes, I can do that. Talk to you then."

[ And with that one step was done. Now if only everthing else could be so easy. Placing my phone back on the night I managed to knock over the lamp. After the loud crash my assistant Jack came running in and turned on the big light. He stood at the edge of the bed, while I inched my way up.]

Assistant Jack:"Brandi are you ok?"

[ I rolled my eyes.]

Brandi James:"No...you're here."

Assistant Jack:"That's not funny...I heard a crash and wanted to see if my boss is ok."

[That's it...the days event have finally reached to boiling point. Raising my voice I yelled at him.]

Brandi James:"Right....But you want to know what is really funny? I'll tell you....Funny is Andrew Foley calling me and telling me not harrass Walsh. That right there is pretty god damn funny."

[ Smirking a bit Jack shook his head.]

Assistant Jack:"But you didn't..."

Brandi James:"No shit! I merely had an appoint to meet with Sophia...I stood near the coke machine and then turn around to see Walsh and Tony. I didn't go searching for him...He found me, and not to mention brought back up."

Assistant Jack:"Did you explain this to Andrew?"

[ Rubbing my eyes I focused more on Jack.]

Brandi James:"Really Jack think about it. Foley is in Walsh's pocket. No matter what I'd say to him wouldn't matter."

Assistant Jack:"But..."

Brandi James:"No...trust me. It wouldn't matter. Foley is one of Walsh's many puppets. Here I thought I was trying to make things right with Walsh, and give him all his money and shit back. Stuff that was granted to me for being married to him...and I get told to stop stalking Walsh? I just don't get it."

Assistant Jack:"You know Walsh. He wants the attention."

Brandi James:"Just proves my point."

Assistant Jack:"Which is?"

Brandi James:"I should have done what I wanted to do with all his shit. I should have sold what I could of it, and then donated it to a gays rights organization under his name."

[ Both Jack and Brandi start laughing at the idea.]

Brandi James:"Imagine that...how sweet would that have been? To open a magazine or newspaper and see that Shawn Walsh made a tidy donation to like the ...L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center or maybe The Feminist Majority Foundation."

Assistant Jack:"That would have been price-less."

Brandi James:"Yeah..but no. Instead I try to be the better person and give that jerk all his stuff back....Remind me next time that I should go with my first reaction."

Assistant Jack:"Will do boss...but hey atleast you can get even with him against Allisa O'Toole, since you'll be the special guest ref."

[Pausing for a moment then answering back.]

Brandi James:" Actually Jack...later today I need you to call Foley."

Assistant Jack:" Why? "

Brandi James:" Because I want out of that match! Walsh thinks I'm harrassing him...then I shouldn't be a guest ref....Beside I have something else to do."

Assistant Jack:" Like? What could be better than sticking it to Walsh?"

Brandi James:" Many things...I don't appreciate people saying that I'm bothering Shawn, especially when I'm clearly not."

Assistant Jack:" Brandi, I think..."

Brandi James:" Don't think...Just call Foley and try to get me out of that match. Then book me a flight to cleveland.."

Assistant Jack:" Cleveland? But why Cleveland?"

Brandi James:" Because the Indians are playing the Red Sox, and I want to go to the game."

Assistant Jack:" Ah...is it because he asked you to?"

Brandi James:" No...he didn't ask. He told me to."

[ I answered giggling and with a grin on my face from ear to ear.]

Assistant Jack:" Fine, I'll see if I can get you out of this."

Brandi James:" Trying isn't good enough Jackson...you better do it..."

[ I must have been over tired and didn't realize it, because I felt as if I could cry. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on my foot.]

Assistant Jack: " I know you wanted to please Walsh and figured giving him, his things back would do that...but you should know better than anyone Brandi there is no pleasing that man."

Brandi James: " Maybe....but..God Jackson....I think I made a mistake....Coming back here......"

[ Jack shrugged not really knowing how to respond to that. Yep that's right folks...You heard it. I finally have spoken the words aloud. Words that have been running through my mind for the past few weeks now. Calmly Jack stood up.]

Assistant Jack: "Don't worry....I'll call Foley and then take care of your flight to Cleveland."

[ He smiled then headed for the door. ]

Brandi James: " I want out Jackson...Out of Everything.....You hear me?"

[ Ofcourse he did...how could he not. I was screaming like a maniac. He nodded his head and shut the door. while I sunk back down trying to turn off my mind and get some much needed sleep.]