Aubrianna Powers

========== Off Camera ========== The British Bombshell and MCW’s General Manager Glory Braddock finds herself in the Detroit offices of Motor City Wrestling.  The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf. She is sitting in her office, behind her desk, that is right by a large window that overlooks the Detroit skyline.  The beautiful blonde is wearing a black pencil skirt that flatters her curves, a matching black suit coat over a white silky blo

========== Off Camera ========== The sounds of a female grunting as well the echoes of feet against a heavy bag are heard throughout an empty gymnasium on the outskirts of Charlotte, North Carolina.  The concrete floor is gray and the walls are painted an off-white color, at least the walls that still have paint on them, as most of the paint on the walls have begun to peel.  There is a standard wrestling set up in the center, weights scattered all over the floor.  At one of the far ends of the room is a red heavy bag.  The lovely Aubrianna Powers is standing there at the heavy bag dressed in a pair of workout shorts, black tanktop, and her long pink tipped platinum blonde hair pulled into a ponytail in the back, as she viciously attacks the heavy bag with her well-educated feet. With each kick, from roundhouse kicks to jumping spin kicks, Aubrianna grunts loudly and the bag heaves back and forth.  The force of these kicks would be enough to take the head off of any compe

========== Off Camera ========== The bar is full of overpowering laughter, laughter that overpowers the juke box, at least.   The stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odors pervade the atmosphere of this dive in Charlotte, North Carolina.  There are hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominates the atmosphere. The crowd is young, students from the nearby University of North Carolina in Charlotte for the most part.  Wrestling journalist Dexter Russell winds his way through the warm bodies to order a drink - the dark local beer. Before the drink is poured he feels someone melting their body to his from behind and he knows Aubrianna Powers has arrived. “Did you miss me, babe?” Aubrianna plants a kiss on Dexter’s lips as she takes a seat next to him at the bar.  Powers is wearing a greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular, high collar made o