BRITTANY: Move it.
The blonde was about to brush past Jenny when the former centerfold reached out and grabbed The
Crippler Queen by the arm.
BRITTANY: You just made a fatal mistake.
The Fitness Siren shoved Jenny against the corridor wall before she reared back, ready to deliver a
devastating haymaker.
JENNY: Before you make me another victim, don’t you want everyone to know what has been done to
you to force you do what you just did out in the ring?
Brittany paused with her right hand cocked back before she surprised everyone and released Jenny.
The ripped blonde straightened Jenny up as though she were preparing her for a special date.
BRITTANY: And how do you know why I just obliterated two reasons for my pain.
JENNY: Many people may think I’m just a dumb blonde, but I have my sources. I know what you have
been going through and why what you just did was justified……in my opinion.
BRITTANY: I guess we blondes do have to stick together (chuckles). Seriously though, no one knows
what I have been through. And I do not speak only for myself; there are others who will stand by no
longer.
JENNY: Brittany, please tell me….tell everyone about your agony. They may still hate you, but we both
know the fans will hate anything or anybody who doesn’t conform to what they want.
BRITTANY: I’m beginning to like you, so I’m going to give you the 411 on some of why we are here.
JENNY: We? You mean-
BRITTANY: You didn’t really think I was in this all by myself, did you? There are a bunch of us who have
gotten tired of the empty promises that some of the stars have given us. Tired of being patted on the
back and then having a knife stuck in that same spot when our backs were turned. But it is no more than
I have suffered before.
JENNY: I remember you being-
BRITTANY: -being a fool. Actually, it was Jamie Keyes that was the fool. A fool who believed she was
going to be given a chance. A fool who listened to so-called friends like Angela Fong, Jillian Hall, Melina
Perez and Gail Kim. But worst of all, Jamie was stuck with two worthless, talentless whores as her
trainers; two twin whores named Brie and Nikki. Well, Jamie is no longer with us; now, all of those losers
and liars have to deal with me.
JENNY: I never could understand how Jamie could have been undefeated and still eliminated from that
competition.
BRITTANY: (smiling) Yeah, neither could she. Anyway, we fast forward a bit and guess what, the AFW
reaches out to me and I started with a clean slate. But the more things change, the more they remain
the same; also known as SSDD. Instead of names like Kelly and Brie and Nikki, they are replaced by
names like Grace, Davana, Monica, Jenny and Cindy.
JENNY: Well, I will bet Monica wishes she had helped you out before.
BRITTANY: Yeah, but like they say; woulda, shoulda, coulda.
JENNY: But Cindy? You cannot possibly mean Cindy Phillips.
BRITTANY: Careful, you are edging back into Moron-ville. Yes, I mean the very same woman who has
been crowing about how the vets are holding women like her and others back. Here’s the truth; no one
is holding Cindy back. She’s a star. A star who pretends she is there for the young women in the fed. A
star who has promised women like Moorea Wolfe that she is in the same boat and they should all work
together…..with her as the captain, of course.
Before Brittany could continue, General Manager Debra Miceli walked up with two of her security force;
Mimi Lesseos and Cynthia Rothrock.
The blonde was about to brush past Jenny when the former centerfold reached out and grabbed The
Crippler Queen by the arm.
BRITTANY: You just made a fatal mistake.
The Fitness Siren shoved Jenny against the corridor wall before she reared back, ready to deliver a
devastating haymaker.
JENNY: Before you make me another victim, don’t you want everyone to know what has been done to
you to force you do what you just did out in the ring?
Brittany paused with her right hand cocked back before she surprised everyone and released Jenny.
The ripped blonde straightened Jenny up as though she were preparing her for a special date.
BRITTANY: And how do you know why I just obliterated two reasons for my pain.
JENNY: Many people may think I’m just a dumb blonde, but I have my sources. I know what you have
been going through and why what you just did was justified……in my opinion.
BRITTANY: I guess we blondes do have to stick together (chuckles). Seriously though, no one knows
what I have been through. And I do not speak only for myself; there are others who will stand by no
longer.
JENNY: Brittany, please tell me….tell everyone about your agony. They may still hate you, but we both
know the fans will hate anything or anybody who doesn’t conform to what they want.
BRITTANY: I’m beginning to like you, so I’m going to give you the 411 on some of why we are here.
JENNY: We? You mean-
BRITTANY: You didn’t really think I was in this all by myself, did you? There are a bunch of us who have
gotten tired of the empty promises that some of the stars have given us. Tired of being patted on the
back and then having a knife stuck in that same spot when our backs were turned. But it is no more than
I have suffered before.
JENNY: I remember you being-
BRITTANY: -being a fool. Actually, it was Jamie Keyes that was the fool. A fool who believed she was
going to be given a chance. A fool who listened to so-called friends like Angela Fong, Jillian Hall, Melina
Perez and Gail Kim. But worst of all, Jamie was stuck with two worthless, talentless whores as her
trainers; two twin whores named Brie and Nikki. Well, Jamie is no longer with us; now, all of those losers
and liars have to deal with me.
JENNY: I never could understand how Jamie could have been undefeated and still eliminated from that
competition.
BRITTANY: (smiling) Yeah, neither could she. Anyway, we fast forward a bit and guess what, the AFW
reaches out to me and I started with a clean slate. But the more things change, the more they remain
the same; also known as SSDD. Instead of names like Kelly and Brie and Nikki, they are replaced by
names like Grace, Davana, Monica, Jenny and Cindy.
JENNY: Well, I will bet Monica wishes she had helped you out before.
BRITTANY: Yeah, but like they say; woulda, shoulda, coulda.
JENNY: But Cindy? You cannot possibly mean Cindy Phillips.
BRITTANY: Careful, you are edging back into Moron-ville. Yes, I mean the very same woman who has
been crowing about how the vets are holding women like her and others back. Here’s the truth; no one
is holding Cindy back. She’s a star. A star who pretends she is there for the young women in the fed. A
star who has promised women like Moorea Wolfe that she is in the same boat and they should all work
together…..with her as the captain, of course.
Before Brittany could continue, General Manager Debra Miceli walked up with two of her security force;
Mimi Lesseos and Cynthia Rothrock.
Jenny McCarthy excused herself and headed up the ramp before she disappeared backstage. The
camera followed the former centerfold as she headed down the winding corridor and began peeking in
each dressing on either side of the hallway. The blonde offered a feeble apology when she failed to find
the resident she was searching for and for her troubles, received several obscene replies. When the
corridor suddenly stopped and made a ninety degree turn, Jenny turned the corner and ran into a a
well-toned blonde who wore a black wife-beater , low-cut jeans and what looked like motorcycle boots
underneath; it was Brittany Beede.
camera followed the former centerfold as she headed down the winding corridor and began peeking in
each dressing on either side of the hallway. The blonde offered a feeble apology when she failed to find
the resident she was searching for and for her troubles, received several obscene replies. When the
corridor suddenly stopped and made a ninety degree turn, Jenny turned the corner and ran into a a
well-toned blonde who wore a black wife-beater , low-cut jeans and what looked like motorcycle boots
underneath; it was Brittany Beede.
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DEBRA: This interview is over. Brittany, you are officially suspended for your actions.
BRITTANY: Blah, blah, blah; spoken like the fascist you are, Ms. Mussolini.
DEBRA: Really? How about this; you are also fined $5,000! Wanna keep talking and see what other
surprises I can give you?
BRITTANY: Jenny, see what happens when you leave faded stars in charge? They think they are still
really all that.
JENNY: Yes, it is……..
BRITTANY: Pathetic would be the word you are searching for.
DEBRA: Jenny, would you like to join your new friend at home?
BRITTANY: Miceli, you seem so intent on punishing me, how about we make it two shows in a row where
the GM gets their ass kicked?
DEBRA: That’s it; Mimi, Cynthia, please escort this bitch from the building.
BRITTANY: If either of you touch me, one of you will be on the way to the hospital. I will leave on my
own, but remember this Miceli; you and I are far from finished. Jenny, lose the cameraman and walk with
me; I’ll give you a little more scoop.
With that, Brittany headed down the corridor with Jenny at her side while Mimi and Cynthia shadowed the
pair a few steps behind.
BRITTANY: Blah, blah, blah; spoken like the fascist you are, Ms. Mussolini.
DEBRA: Really? How about this; you are also fined $5,000! Wanna keep talking and see what other
surprises I can give you?
BRITTANY: Jenny, see what happens when you leave faded stars in charge? They think they are still
really all that.
JENNY: Yes, it is……..
BRITTANY: Pathetic would be the word you are searching for.
DEBRA: Jenny, would you like to join your new friend at home?
BRITTANY: Miceli, you seem so intent on punishing me, how about we make it two shows in a row where
the GM gets their ass kicked?
DEBRA: That’s it; Mimi, Cynthia, please escort this bitch from the building.
BRITTANY: If either of you touch me, one of you will be on the way to the hospital. I will leave on my
own, but remember this Miceli; you and I are far from finished. Jenny, lose the cameraman and walk with
me; I’ll give you a little more scoop.
With that, Brittany headed down the corridor with Jenny at her side while Mimi and Cynthia shadowed the
pair a few steps behind.
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