ACT I
Location: United Center Backstage, Tuesday Night Riot
Chicago, Illinois
11-02-20
9:07 PM EST
"Why the hell do I have to leave??" Heather scoffed as she walked down the halls of the United Centre arena in a daze with a bunch of security in tow.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"I didn't do anything wrong! It's all Bella's fault! You saw the way she attacked me! I didn't even lay a damn finger on her!"
Heather rolled her eyes away, clutching her travel bag tightly in her hand as various APEX staff snickered at her as she passed by them. No doubt laughing it up at the way Bella Madison had owned her not once but Twice in one night. And now the ultimate humiliation of being forced out of the building was just too much for her as she glared at one of the heavily built guards who kept his eyes straight ahead.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Well can I at least stick around to watch Mack beat the shit out of those developmental rookies??"
SECURITY ✲ STAFF
"Sorry, sweetheart. GM wants you gone from the building. Safety reasons."
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"WOW, jeez! Bella's mommy protecting her worthless daughter's butt again. Why am I NOT surprised? Seriously the nepotism in this company is friggin unbelievable."
Heather shook her head as one of the security staff opened the door to the employee parking lot for her.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"So we really doing this cause the little princess got butt hurt over somethin I said?"
She sighed, staring daggers at each of the security staffs before walking out the doors and into the cold night. She pulled on to her hoodie while dragging away her travel bag along the snowy trail that led to the parking lot to where she had parked her rental car.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"What the F**KK!!…"
Heather stared dead ahead in disbelief where her red colored 2020 CIVIC Honda rental car was being vandalized by a group of 5 beer drinking men. All of them wore some sort of APEX merch as they smashed away the windows, slashed the tires and spray painted colorful little explicit words on the car's exterior.
WHORE
BITCH
CUMSLUT
COCKSUCKER
NASTY CUNT
The travel bag dropped from her hand in slow motion as she surveyed the chaotic scene with her jaw hung wide open.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Hey a**holes!! What the f*ck you think you doing with my f**king car!!"
The group laughed it off as one of them unzipped their fly open and took a piss right next to the bumper.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Hey Jackoffs!! Yeah you fatboy!! I'm talkin' to you!!"
Heather then started to advance on the drunk men as the pissing man turns around first and zips up his pants before spitting on the ground.
DRUNK ✲ MAN
"Hey guys look... It's the c*ck sucking bitch herself. And she looks mighty pissed!"
The five men all howl with laughter as the pissing man high fives one of his buddies.
DRUNK ✲ MAN
"What's the matter, doll face. You mad?? You know what'll all make it better? Givin' us a blowjob. Yeeeah....That's what you're good at right?! I seen you do that shit on camera."
The pissing man let out another raspy laugh of his as he grabbed his crotch and fondled it in front of her in a jerking motion.
DRUNK ✲ MAN
"Go on then....suck my balls. You should've stuck to doin' porno. This weak fake ass wrestling shit is ALL fake anyway!"
And it was at that moment that something inside Heather snapped, recalling how the shitty night had started out for her beginning with the slap she had gotten by Bella backstage as it played in her mind over and over again like a broken tape recorder. She then balled her fist up and swung for the fences..
- CRACK! -
The pissing man’s nose exploded in a red flash as he crashed into the car screaming. No sooner
his fat companion joined the fray as he threw a wild haymaker but Heather ducked it and neutralized him with a swift kick to his nuts. The fat man yelped as she then swung her left fist into the man’s gut who in turn vomited out a mixture of half digested hot dogs and beer onto the asphalt. He doubled over as Heather brought her knee up into the double chin of the fat man's face!
- CRACK! -
The fat man’s jaw dislocated making a crunching noise before collapsing unconscious into his own bile and vomit. The remaining three men stare wide eyed at a crazed Heather before they suddenly took off running into the night.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Where are you running off to ya bunch of p*ssies?!
Heather clenches her jaw in rage as she saw the pissing man staggering up to his feet. He stared at the blood seeping through his fingers and then held them up to Heather.
DRUNK ✲ MAN
"... You... Broke... My... Nose."
Heather grabbed the man by the shirt, bringing him eye to eye with her before striking his face a couple a times.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
(smack)
"IS THIS FAKE TO YOU, HUH??"
(smack) (smack)
"YOU WANNA PISS ON MY CAR??"
(smack)
"CALL ME NAMES?? "
(smack) (smack) (smack)
"THE HELL'S THE MATTER WITH YOU??"
Heather rocks another vicious right cross into the man’s jaw who fell back to the ground. She then dragged him by his collar to where he was pissing on the rear bumper and dragged his hair towards the puddle of his own urine.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Look at you now?! Laying in your own piss!!
- THUD! -
Heather slams the man’s head into the bumper and drops him to the ground. She then flips the man over to his back as she mounted on top of him and began to throw punch after punch into his face.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Do you know who I am?!"
- SNAP! -
- CRACK! -
-POP-
The man was now gagging on his own blood with several broken teeth as Heather looks like a deranged animal out for blood. Suddenly police sirens came blaring from a distance as Heather then dragged the sputtering man to eye level, shaking him up by his shirt collar like a rag doll.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"WHO PUT YOU UP TO IT?? WHO!!?? WAS IT BELLA? IT WAS BELLA, WASN'T IT?? I WANT A NAME ASSHOLE!! GIVE ME A GODDAMN NAME!!"
Just then two squad cars pull up onto the scene as cops get out with their guns drawn.
POLICE ✲ OFFICER #1
"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! NOW!!"
Heather brought her hand up to her face, shielding her eyes from the bright glares of the red and blue flashing lights. The rage in her voice began to subside as she stared at the cops with a deer caught in a headlight expression.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Hey, hey, easy there 5-0. You see that smashed up car there? That's mine and these dumbasses did it!"
The second cop walks up to her and holds up his hand.
POLICE ✲ OFFICER #2
"Look baby, listen to the man and back away nice and slowly..."
Heather gritted her teeth as she now stood up, wagging her finger at them in a chastising way.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Excuse me?! These assholes deserved every beating they got for what they did to my car!"
POLICE ✲ OFFICER #1
"MA'AM I'm NOT gonna ask you again. GET ON THE GROUND WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!"
Heather thinks about it for a brief moment, before challenging the cop as she purposely takes a step forward at the cop who on instincts puts his hand out and shoves her back. Heather snaps on a dime and drives her own fist directly into the cop’s jaw. The cop goes down hard but not before something sharp pricked into her side.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"Oh shh…"
Heather felt a burst of electricity zap through her body as she fell face-first to the asphalt, screeching in pain. And from there everything went a blur....
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ACT II
Location: Police Precinct
Chicago, IL
11-02-20
2:50 AM
The cell was practically empty save for Heather who had sat there filing her nails with an emery board. She blew on her nails, while glaring at the young police officer whom she had an altercation with earlier. He was now sat behind his desk buried deep into his paperwork. She smirked a bit as she went to work on the other hand.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
"I wanna make a phone call.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“You made one already.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“It went to voicemail.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“Not my problem”.
Heather sighed as she rolled her eyes.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“I don't see why you have me locked up in here. This is clearly police brutality. I have rights, too, you know?”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
(sarcastically) “My heart bleeds for you.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“I wanna take a tinkle.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“There's a toilet next to you.”
Heather looked over in disgust to where a combination of a sink, toilet and fountain sat.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“How do you expect me to take a piss in THAT? I need some privacy.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“This is a county jail, sweetheart. Not your personal comfort Inn.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Hun, you wouldn't see me caught dead anywhere near a comfort INN. But I suppose any roach motel would be better than this dump anyway.”
The cop stayed silent, ignoring her before Heather stomped her foot down.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“HELLO. Did you hear what I fucking said? I NEED TO PEE!!”
The cop SLAMS his fist on the desk, having enough of her.
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“EEENOUUGH! NOT ANOTHER PEEP OUTTA YOU!”
Heather glares at him for a moment before a Sergeant comes walking over and opens the cell door.
SERGEANT ✲
“Miss Haze... You are free to go now. Oh and uh... I have been asked to apologize to you on behalf of the city of Chicago.”
The police officer shot up from his chair, looking baffled.
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“Sarge, you can’t be serious? She beat up two guys, putting them both in hospital.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Hello? Are you ALL dunce or something?! Are we gonna ignore that my car was completely thrashed by those a-holes and that I was acting out in self-defense?? I’m clearly the victim!!”
The sergeant gave the young constable an annoyed look.
SERGEANT ✲
“Lemme handle this, constable. You had a long night. Why don’t cha go home to the family. Get some sleep.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“But Sarge..she-she struck a police officer..”
Heather smiled, batting away her eyelashes innocently.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“I don't recall any of that. It’s all a blur to me. A thousand volts of electricity can do that to the brain.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
“Striking a police officer is enough to get you serious jail time.”
The sarge had a hard time keeping it together until he completely flips his lid off and squawked at the young officer.
SERGEANT ✲
“GOOD..I bloody wish she broke your f*ckin’ nose too you cocky prick!”
The officer just stood there looking speechless and shocked at the sarge’s outburst.
SERGEANT ✲
“For pete’s sake son I’m trying to save ALL our asses and this precinct's reputation after tonight’s fuck up made by YOU! It’s not lookin’ good for us when we got the whole damn city thrashing us on social media and the Mayor breathin’ down our necks. MY NECK to be precise.”
POLICE ✲ OFFICER
(gulp) “The Mayor?”
SERGEANT ✲
“Yes the f*ckin Mayor himself. So if you value your job just keep your GODDAMN MOUTH SHUT and lemme handle this!”
The sergeant then turned to face a smiling Heather, as he himself put on a shit-eating grin on his face.
SERGEANT ✲
“Miss Haze you are free to go. Sorry for all this inconvenience.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Finally! Another minute being in this pisshole would’ve made me go mental.”
SERGEANT ✲
“If you need a ride, I can have my men drop you off to your hotel.”
Heather simply shrugged as she stood up and walked out of the cell with the sarge in tow.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“It’s okay. I’ll take an uber.”
SERGEANT ✲
“Oh and uh don’t worry about the car. I’m sure the insurance on the rental will cover all the expenses.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Whatever…”
SERGEANT ✲
“Oh and uh... Sorry again on behalf of the city of Chicago.”
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Whatever…”
Heather waved him off as she walked out the precinct a free woman with only one thing on her mind--REVENGE!
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ACT III
Location: Little Ceasar Arena Backstage, Tuesday Night Riot Pre-Show
Detroit, Michigan
25-02-20
6:58 PM
We are greeted to a very fired up looking Heather Haze standing in front of a APEX set in her ring gear with the Collateral Damage Championship slung proudly on her shoulder as she talks into the camera.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Last week Bella you had the nerve and the audacity to put your filthy disgusting hands on me when all I did was state the truth. And it’s quite pathetic that you are still gullible and naive to think that I am wrong in what I said about Allanah when deep down you know that I’m just as right.”
“If I am SO wrong in what I said then why am I such a success story hmm? Why do I have this pretty little shiny belt to show for along with my APEX rising star of the year trophy that I have earned and have to unfairly share that with you?? I’ll tell you why that is exactly. Because I didn’t get to this point in my career getting handouts or freebies from friends and family members to get me here. I did all of it by myself.”
“You see Bells, I gave up on friends, family, acquaintances, lovers a long, long time ago because I understood that they are nothin’ more than just useless distractions in my way of achieving greatness and success. And I have made something out of myself because I am a successful self made woman and you are all just PLAIN jealous of THAT. And I can see it all the time, everywhere I go the way you look at me, and the way you talk trash behind my back. It’s no secret at all that I am hated, despised, and an outcast in your lil’ inner circle because I have the attitude and the skill sets to back it ALL up.”.
Heather points a finger to the camera.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“Let cut right to the chase, Bella. Actions certainly have consequences and your actions last week towards me has certainly made me wanna beat your ass and make an ass out of you in that ring in front of all your loved ones.”
Heather shakes her head with a disgusted look on her face.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“BUT lucky for you, you get to be spared from all that good shit because apparently your mom had the bright idea of sticking me with a nobody like Cynthia Hellsing. A woman who can’t even tie her own shoelace let alone wrestle out of a paper bag. And it’s true because I honestly cannot in the life of me EVER recall Cynthia ever winning a match. The last time she were in a ring she got her ass handed to her by a rookie. How pathetic is that? And what’s funny is that she gets all these opportunities at all these championship belts only for her to somehow manage to squander them all away because she lacks the drive to be as good as me. She is perfectly okay losing a match as long as she’ gets her lil airtime promo to talk about her useless anime crap as if somehow that’s gonna work in her favor.”
Heather remains silent for a moment, shaking her head in disgust.
HEATHER ✲ HAZE
• • • bad girl
“I can only think that She hopes that she can beat me because by beating me it will easily put her in line for a shot at MY Collateral Damage belt, but It’ ain’t happenin, hun. It’s never that easy and simple when you are going straight up with someone that’s clearly waaaay better than you are every step of the way!”
“So lemme make it perfectly clear that even that little pea sized brain of yours can register.”
“I’m gonna beat you up.”
“I’m gonna hurt you.”
“And I don’t even need no damn weapons to get the job done when I can easily hurt you with my fists.”
“So having said that you best do everything you can to survive. Oh and Bella. Sweetie. I hope you be watchin real closely. You don't wanna miss this one.”
Heather smiles wickedly, rubbing away at her Collateral title lovingly before walking off camera.