~[[Flashback to four years ago.]]~
::{It’s the beginning of July. July 5th, to be exact. Here I am sitting in the park watching these kids play on the swings, reminding me of how easy it use to be. How all of our fears, our anger, our doubts just flew away in the wind. These children laughing away, trying to pump their legs faster and harder so they can fly higher. Higher, without drugs, without drama, without alcohol, the wonderful kind of high you could only get from jumping off of the swing set because you were too afraid that you’d get too high up in the air and flip over. That was the good kind of high. That was an irreplaceable high. But now my best friend is higher than we could ever reach. Watching over me. Two days after finding out of your death, it still hasn’t sunk in. Will it ever? In an hour I have to face my fellow friends and family in the middle of the park and I am supposed to believe that your body, soul, and spirit fit in that little box? Bullshit. Nothing can contain a spirit that caring, deep, strong, and determined. Why were taken from me? You were so young. Just turned 20. Wow, you didn’t even make it to 21. I will never forget you though baby girl. You were the ying to my yang, the jelly to my nutella, the Dr. Jekyl to my Mr. Hyde. Here it goes. But it’s never good bye, because I will see you again.}::
~[[Present Day.]]~
::{Scene opens to Chasity sitting on the fire escape stairs outside of her apartment. She is wearing a black bra-like vest with leather booty shorts covered in chains, thigh high leather high heeled boots to match, and black arm bands. Her eyes set on the midnight sky. Today is the anniversary of her best friend’s death, as you can tell by the funeral card of her friend lying next to her. Red hair flowing in the night air. Chasity has always been a night owl. Night time was always her best friend, it was the time you could hear all the sounds of the city, you could look up and see things more clearly, you could think more clearly. A lot has been on Chasity’s mind lately. Desirae’s death, Jax coming back in her life, her winning in the Amazon Royal Rumble, and now having to face Tiffany Supreme. Only Desirae and Jax ever understood her completely. How easy it was for her to suppress her emotions until she exploded. How hard it was growing up never knowing her biological father, and then her adoptive father dying of cancer. Her mother leaving because she could not handle her 6 brothers, and her. Her being the only girl, she had to play mom to all of them, as her older brother help her keep control because, let’s face it, nothing compares to a woman’s touch. Chasity grabs on to the guard rail and looks into the camera, face still as stone.}::
::~[Chasity “Cee Cee” Costa]~::
It seems to me that this match at Injection is providing excitement to my opponent Tiffany Supreme. Apparently she feels like she should be facing Angel Love instead of me. She also seems to think that her and I are going to prove what the Amazon Division is all about. And to top it all off she actually believes she’s going to beat me and I only caught her off guard at the Amazon Royal Rumble during Midsummer Scream.
::{Chasity pauses as she looks at the ground. She lets go of the railing, using her hands to steady herself after pushing her hair back and looks up with a slight smirk on her face.}::
::~[Chasity “Cee Cee” Costa]~::
Well I have a few things to say about this nonsense you keep blabbing Tiffany. In another situation me and you, well we could have been friends. I don’t judge you for what you said. I don’t judge you for what happened at the Amazon Royal Rumble match. I do not like that fact you are obviously not providing me with the respect that I deserve. I could go on and on about how I was supposed to face Evie Jones for the Amazon Championship at this Thursday's Injection. I could question why our bosses have chosen to have me face you instead. But see, the question is, do I really care? To be bluntly honest.....No I don’t. I am happy to have this opportunity to prove even more that I deserve that championship belt. See, to me Tiffany, you are just a stepping stone, and I will use that to my advantage. I will prove to you, Evie Jones, Miss. Buxton, and all the faithful fans out there in the audience that I deserve this contender spot that I won. It wasn't luck that won me that number one contender spot, it wasn't just a whim. I won based on skill. I won because I worked hard and I was able to eliminate those in my path..... And eliminating people in my path is not just something I do on a whim. It's what I do all the time. I was always taught to look out for me and for me only when it came to being in the ring. That's exactly what I did. That's exactly why I, a new comer, was able to make my way to the top so fast.
::{Chasity takes a deep breath and stands up still looking at the camera as she leans to one side, while playing with one of the chains on her belt. Her tan skin glowing against all the black in her outfit. She moves her hair to the side as the wind continues to blow.}::
::~[Chasity “Cee Cee” Costa]~::
See Tiffany, you may be a true athlete. I am not doubting your skills. I am just confident in my own skills. Not only am I a true athlete, I am a street fighter. I use my skills of both in the ring. I take risks that others are fearful of, that are fearful to even watch me do. I am afraid of no woman, or man for that matter. I will stop at nothing to prove that I am a great wrestler, a great fighter, and a great athlete. All my life I have wanted that gold belt around my waste. I have been training for this since I was 15 years old. You will not stand in my way. Evie Jones will not stand in my way. Let’s face it, nothing is going to get in the way of me and that belt. It all honesty, you could have had a chance had you stopped whining about Angel Love kicking you off the rope, kept your mouth shut and given me the respect I deserved. The respect I earned. But no, you think the Amazon Royal Battle is a match that you win with luck by chance? You honestly believe that because we will be one on one you will be solely focused on me therefore you will win? Your mad because Angel Love did what any true wrestler would do and took you out the first chance she got? Well here's a little newsflash Tiffany. I understand you're new to the wrestling game and all, but allow me to enlighten you. True athletes can take on multiple opponents at once, and come out on top. True athletes take open oppertunities that are put before them in order to win. True athletes don't bitch about losing a match. It's like riding a bike. When you fall you get back on. You work harder towards that goal. You take all the oppertunities given to you. Your problem is, you need to realize that you're right you are not facing Angel Love on Thursday.... but you need to also realize you are facing Chasity Costa, and I don't play games. I look forward to facing you in the ring one on one, but realize when you lose Thursday night don't cry. Pretty sure if you cry, whine, and bitch this time that boyfriend of yours that didn't want you in the ring is going to lay a big fat I Told You So right in your face. Miss.Buxton was right when she said Amazons should be tough like warriors, not plastic barbie dolls. Last time I checked I never saw a warrior throw a tempertantrum to her boyfriend after blantly losing a match.
::{Chasity chuckles a little as she leans one arms on the ramp and looks straight into the camera with a cocky grin.}::
::~[Chasity “Cee Cee” Costa]~::
I do apologize though, Tiffany. You lost your first match, and now you are about to lose your second. As for proving yourself to Miss. Buxton, well that's going to be impossible when the bell rings and Kristine Otto announces me as the winner...... That’s got to be tough, but if I learned anything growing up, the truth hurts. Bring it on, because I’m ready. This is who I am, and this is all I do!
::{Chasity winks at the camera as she climbs back into her apartment through her window from the fire escape. The camera points down to the cars passing by and the screen goes black.}::