Deep State

[Jayme]

The scene opened up in a dimly lit room in an undisclosed location. A desk could be made out in the room with a single small desk lamp on top, the lamp being the main source of light in the dark room aside from a lap top computer. As the room came into better focus, it could be noted that the room was in complete disarray. A huge cork board that hung up on the wall behind the desk was littered with photos. Red string criss crossed from picture to picture with little post-it notes marking names, times, dates, etc. Stacks of papers littered the desk and filing cabinets near by. There was so many stacks of paper, they even littered the floor. There were empty coffee mugs laying all around and chinese take out boxes. It looked like a room that a Private Investigator had locked themselves in for weeks, relentlessly going over their case looking for answers.

Vigorous typing could be heard as we were now shown Summer Rae. As the camera panned in closer to her, we could see her normally long and perfectly styled hair was pulled back tightly in a disheveled bun. A single number 2 pencil stuck through the middle of the bun so she wouldn't lose it. The petite blonde had on black rimmed glasses and no signs of any makeup. Completely opposite from her normal well put together image she had always promoted for herself and her peers during her stint with the Mean Girls. Summer was practically unrecognizable at this moment. She typed through search after search, scribbling notes on a loose leaf piece of paper.

Summer: I WILL get to the bottom of this!

Summer muttered to herself and chewed on the end of a pen cap while reading an article on her computer screen. Summer hit the print botton several times. The printer had been going off this whole time, sheet after sheet without a break. Until suddenly a loud beep broke out and Summer cursed under her breath.

Summer: Paper jam again?!

She groaned and stood up from her computer chair. She went to fix the machine but there was suddenly a knock on the door. Summer paused and debated for a moment if she even wanted to bother interrupting her important research to answer the door. Probably just a solicitor, selling magazines or Jahovah's Witnesses or something. Or maybe an interviewer.... was she home or at the arena still? She hadn't slept in days so it all blurred together.

Another knock was heard and Summer rolled her eyes. She glanced at the printer but opted to answer the door instead. Summer opened the door and squinted her eyes at the bright lights in the hallway. She was definitely still at the arena.

Summer: I'm like... real busy. What?

Renee: Holy - Wow. You look... rough.

Summer blew the loose strands of hair out of her face that managed to escape her sloppy bun.

Summer: I'm not here for a fashion show, Renee. That is so materialistic. Who has time to worry with makeup right now?

Renee: Summer, I've literally never seen you leave anywhere without perfect hair and makeup. Ever.

Summer: Pfftt yeah whatever, Renee, that was the old me. Did you know they often test makeup on animals? It's cruel and inhumane! Besides... life is more important than fashion and makeup. Who has time for name brands when you have your hands full trying to solve a real life conspiracy within EBWF.

Renee: I'm sorry... what?

Summer: Mhmm. I am alone in this. There is a Deep State hard at work in EBWF. They dismantled the Mean Girls. Sasha Banks was wrongfully sabotaged. She was held back to put over other members of the cabal. This is deeply rooted in this company and it's been happening long before the Mean Girls takedown. Not only did these horrible, lying, manipulative people get away with ruining Sasha Banks, but chasing off Eva Marie as well. I bet they have their dirty sights on me next but I'm not going anywhere. I refuse to be a coward and run for the hills. These fascists in wrestling can come at me with all they've got but I'm going to return fire! I will never back down!

Summer had visibly worked herself up a bit over this. Renee stood there kind of speechless, looking at Summer Rae like she was off her rocker.

Renee: Cabal of wrestling? What is that and who is they? Care to explain further?

Summer: Do your research Renee! Stop with this lazy journalism you slide by with. Get your hands dirty, find real answers. Investigate. Don't depend on sources through word of mouth. If you are really standing there and telling me you have no clue about a Deep State at work around here, and who is a part of that, then you're either ignorant or delusional. So which one is it?

Summer placed her hands on her hips in an agitated manner. Renee clearly was just clueless as usual.

Renee: Um... well um-a...

Summer: Well? Which one?!

Renee: Err- neither?

Summer: Yeah, okay. Sure. And the polar caps aren't shifting and causing some of the most extreme weather we have ever seen all over the planet. Next you'll probably say global warming is fake news, the West coast isn't getting completely torched by wildfires caused by high energy lasers. Take the red pill already, Renee, and wake up! We are all being lied to! Do you think MH370 is in the bottom of the ocean?

Renee: MH - what? I don't follow what that is...

Summer: A plane! Keep up!! It's not in the bottom of the ocean, it landed at Diego Garcia! 9/11 was an inside demolition job, look into building 7. Chemtrails. GMO's. Monsanto. Flu vaccines. We're poisoned and lied to all our lives, and it's the same thing in wrestling!

Summer exhaled and tried her best to compose herself a little better. She was still visibly beyond her normal self.

Summer: We are all lead to believe we have power around here to get where we need to be. To do what we want. You want to make history? Go for it! Shoot for the stars, right? Right? Wrong! You see, it's all lies. There IS a glass ceiling, and they will hold you back! You set your eyes on say.... breaking Trish Stratus' Women's championship record and they will let you get there. But the minute you hone in on breaking it, BAM!

Renee jumped as Summer said "BAM" loudly out of no where and clapped her hands together.

Summer: They throw Trish back in the random picture to take you down and keep you from beating her precious history. Who's the only one to ever get real close? Angelina Love? No. Michelle McCool? No. Sasha Banks? No. Alexa Bliss? No. Velvet Sky? No. It was Natalya. And who is Natalya married to? Hmm, that's right. Mr. Wes Ikeda himself. Trish Stratus' best friend. So offff coouurrrsseee they'd let her have that spotlight. But anyone else? Forget about it! You'll get shot down and disposed of faster than Osama Bin Laden after they raided his compound. Well I'm about to put an end to this! I'm only exposing what's going on in the Women's division, you can only imagine the Men's.

Summer rolled her eyes and let out a yawn.

Renee: So you're basically saying that Wes holds back talent in order to boost his own personal friends and family no matter the cost?

Summer's eyes brightened up with hope and she jumped up and down for a moment.

Summer: Yes! Oh my God, yes you're finally starting to comprehend things!

Renee furrowed her brow in confusion.

Renee: So he chased off Sasha Banks and Eva Marie and now they are coming after you?

Summer: Well, basically yeah. I mean it's not exactly breaking news that Trish Stratus and Natalya never could stand me. Or my girls. We took a lot from them but they made sure to bogard us from our true destiny. Breaking that title record for the Women's title. Instead they weaseled their way into the title shot and stole the spotlight for their little feud and some title hot potato. Everyone called it from a mile away, especially Sasha Banks. Why do you think they found ways to get rid of her? Do you really think Sasha Banks would just up and leave in the PRIME of her life and career?! Do you really think EVA MARIE would just walk out of her contract and disappear into the nether without some serious blackmail. Now, I don't know what dirt they had on my girls to get them to amscray, but I will find out! Now Mr. Rothschild... or I mean Mr. Ikeda, trickled down some tasks for his little cronies in the business to carry out against me. We made Natalya's life hell when we showed up in EBWF as a dominate trio, and she never has forgiven us for it. I bet she was whispering war commands in his ear at night, goading him to go along with this. I don't put it beneath Natalya, Trish, or any of the Ikeda family going that far for revenge. How petty, huh? So now they are sending these new "fresh" faces into the mix like Candice LeRae? Am I supposed to believe this random girl is a real wrestler and not some imposter? Sent to spy on me and the rest of the Women's division for intel? This is out of control and it's up to me to put my foot down and bring an end to this madness! It's time to overthrow the Illuminati of wrestling, the Ikeda's, The Jericho's, the Trish's and Randy's, the Edge's. All of 'em.

Renee: Wow. Summer, may I just say that I really think you need to cool it and get some rest-

Summer shoved Renee's arm away as Renee reached out for Summer's arm in concern.

Summer: Don't touch me! Respect my personal space, I'm not looking to get the flu this season you germ bag. Do you even use hand sanitizer?

Summer brushed more loose strands of hair out of her face that slipped out of her messy bun.

Summer: This is urgent, I have a mission. To win the Rumble. To finally go to Wrestlemania for my first solo match and get my hands on the title. I will do it in the name of the Mean Girls, my fallen comrades. Sasha Banks. Eva Marie. You two will never be forgotten, I will make sure of it. Your hard work and history around here will not be in vain! I will get my revenge for both of you and I will expose the Deep State that runs EBWF for their own personal gain and not what is best for business! Now please 86 yourself from this area, I have important research to get back to before I clean house in the Rumble!

Summer half waved goodbye to Renee and slammed the door shut behind her. Renee looked back at the camera and shrugged as the cameras faded to black.

[Tony S]

Haha!!! Oh Summer. I think things are about to heat up, not really, it's still winter, but I can't wait to read more.

[Ben M]

Oh my god I love this. Nice to see a completely different side to Summer Rae! Excellent work, Jayme :)