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« on: December 05, 2014, 09:31:43 PM »
Things Are Not as They Seem Scene i
Things for Mikah had been going pretty well. She won her first match, got married that night, and had been in Jamaica ever since. But now it was back to reality and back to work at SCW. And to boot, she was booked in a triple threat match against Mimi Winters and Jemma Asar. And those were two bitches that she knew absolutely nothing about. Both of them were new to the company—newer to the company than Mikah was and she was at a loss about what to say about them. Add that up and the fact that she's been in Jamaica for a week, equals a pretty lost and confused girl.
She hadn't really wanted to come back; she wanted to stay in Jamaica and enjoy the very warm weather and live in bikinis. But Gavin thought that they better come back and so they went to California instead of New York City, where Mikah would rather be than California. Luckily, she still had her gear from her last show with her and didn't need to force somebody to make her something new. She stood in front of her full length mirror in the locker room and tilted her head to the side as she looked her appearance over. She wasn't too fond of the outfit she was wearing; comic book print leggings and a deadpool themed shirt. It didn't really match and it kind of bugged her. But she knew that it would have to work, at least for the moment.
She sighed again as she began to walk to the small like room that she had set up to shoot some her promo in. Her long, platinum blonde locks were up in pigtails and she had thick black rimmed glasses on. She wasn't sure if that fit with the comic book part of being a nerd but it definitely was a cliché thing to assume about nerds and that's what she was going for all along.
She steps into the room and looks around, smiling at her work as comic after comic were plastered all over the wall, making it basically ceiling to floor wallpaper of comics. She looked at the ground seeing comic books scattered out on the ground, some ripped and some in perfect condition. She looked around for another moment before she saw the chubby camera man nod in her direction, letting her know that he was ready to start whenever she was. She walked over to the pile of comics that were sitting on the floor and sat down in the middle of them, criss-cross style or as her daughter would put it, “criss cross applesauce.â€
She picks up a random comic book, giving a subtle nod to the camera man and he begins to record her little promo, zooming in on the comic, which was upside down and he couldn't give away the title of the comic anyways. She glances up at the camera a smirk evident on her pretty face as she rips the comic book in half and tosses each half to the side but she stayed sitting down in the midst of all of the comic books.
;;Mikah “See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum. And one night, they decide they don't like living in the asylum anymore. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof, and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away into the moonlight. Stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daren't make the leap. Y'see... y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then the first guy has an idea... He says, 'Hey, I have a flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk across the beam and join me!' But the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says... he says 'Wh-what do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was halfway across!â€
She smirks as she really didn't have a clue as to what she was saying but she'd had some help from her husband coming up with some things that were from some comics. She was thankful that he knew things about comments because she honestly knew nothing about them. She really didn't have a hobby other than running and staying in shape; she could out run both of her opponent and wouldn't even miss a beat. But trying to find things out about the comic book world was like a whole other level for her, something she definitely didn't understand but she'd had Gavin's help and for that she was thankful.
;;Mikah “Just what is that from, Jemma? I mean, you're the one that's into comic books, not me. But this is me, trying to understand what you're all about. I don't have much to go off of, of course. Because you aren't interesting, not in the tiniest bit. You're into comics. You're a nerd. We get it but I thought nerds were smart? And you, my darling, don't seem to be smart. I mean, after all, you couldn't even win your first match and that's pretty sad seeing as it was a tag team match. What? You and your brother couldn't keep up with Melody Grace and her tag team partner Rage? I really think that your brother let you down and that you won't be able to cope with that little thought, which is what the first little snippet I said relates to. You trusted him to lead you to victory but he turned off the light mid match and you were lost and didn't know what to do, so you did your best as he probably laughed to himself in his head. Or maybe since it was Rage that got the pin on your dear ole brother, it's you that let him down. Did you do that on purpose? Did you want to laugh in his face because he trusted you to be the one to shine the light on him so he could see what he was doing? Hypothetically, of course since the arena was well lit during your match. But I'm sure you got that but then again, you probably aren't the brightest crayon in the box now are you? Although, your hair seems to be brighter than your own personality. How did being a ginger growing up affect you? Do you have a soul as the saying goes?â€
She tilts her head to the side with a smirk playing on her face as she looks at the camera. She stayed sitting though, still just looking at the camera.
;;Mikah “I really don't know what to say about you. I'm about as stumped about that as I am when it comes to these silly comic books that you're so into. Have you read so many that you get lost in what's real and what's fake? Because come Sunday night, you won't be in a fantasy comic book land, you'll be in reality. And your reality is going to be me smashing my foot into your fugly face. I'm not going to show you any mercy just as I didn't show that stupid bimbo nurse any mercy in my first match here in SCW. I don't care if you do have a well known brother in this company, that matters nothing to me. You matter nothing to me more than a mere stepping stone to the next task at hand.â€
Mikah waved her hand in a flick like motion, flicking away the mere thought of being forced into a triple threat match against two women that she knew absolutely nothing about.
;;Mikah “Speaking of that worthless brother of yours, how does it feel to ride on somebody else's coattails? Because I honestly don't know that feeling. You can go looking through history books but the only things you will find about me is that I was in a superior faction in a company that we destroyed. You'll find out that I was good at manipulating people and I still am but you won't find anything out about the family that I don't have. The only family I do have is my daughter and my husband, so you won't get anything out there. But you! You have a brother in this company that we are employed by and it's so...amusing to me to watch you try to live up to his expectations of you. Probably your own preconceived ideas of what he thinks you should be because he probably doesn't give a shit what you end up to be. And here's a little spoiler about your future, Jemma, you're going to be nothing but a loser. You'll be at least zero and two after this Sunday and that will put a smile on my face.â€
She smiles at the camera before adjusting the top she was wearing, which was still bugging her that it didn't match. She squirmed for a moment before remaining still once more.
;;Mikah “After our match is over, Jemma, you will want to go back to living in the world of comics, push yourself away from reality and into a world that doesn't exist, it's the only place where you can get a sense of success and stability. Out here in the real world, there isn't such a thing known as stability; things don't stay stable, they get rocky and things change but one thing isn't going to change for you, the outcome of this match isn't going to be seen with you being the winner, the one with her hand raised high up in the air. Because that is not an acceptable outcome for me. Because I'm no Batman of the company and you're no Harley Quinn, which is somebody I'm sure you're aspiring to be, I'm not going to be some hero and save the company from you or from some other girl; if anything, I'd be the Joker ready to destroy the company from the inside out.â€
She smirked before standing up and then looking down at her outfit and turning her nose up at the outift.
;;Mikah “I do not see how morons like you can wear outfits like these. They're so...gross and hideous and do nothing for you. So I'm going to just get rid of them, one second.â€
She held up one finger to signify one second before turning her back to the camera and pulling off the deadpool tee she was wearing and disposing of it onto the floor. She then began to take off the leggings, bending over to do so after she had them pulled down to her thighs, giving the camera a very good shot of her ass. She then tossed them to the side before turning back around, revealing that she was wearing her wrestling attire underneath it; the bra top fitting snugly against her chest. And the bottoms showing off just enough of of her right hip. The color she'd chosen was a bright turquoise.
;;Mikah “There. I think this is much better than that crappy wannabe Harley Quinn shit. I don't have any time to waste on that shit, no more time to talk about things that you like anymore. Do you want to know what I like, Jemma? I like to kick ass. And I love to make stupid bitches like you bleed through your ugly, big mouth. And do you know how I'm going to do that, Jemma? I'm going to lock in my Cupid's Chokehold and crush your silly little trachea against my shin, causing you to spit blood out through your mouth. And I'm going to enjoy watching the blood drool down your chin as you struggle to tap out and to get me to release you from the hold. That's what I like and I look forward to locking you or Mimi into that submission hold, it's nothing personal, it's all business. I will do whatever it takes to make myself two and zero in this company. And don't think I've forgot about you Mimi, it's all coming in due time. Until next time...â€
She winks at the camera before blowing a kiss at the camera in a mocking fashion.
;;Mikah “Ciao.â€
Mikah then walked out of the room, leaving the others to clean it up as she had better things to do. Like something with Gavin. Something naughty and probably x rated that would be way too much for people to even know about.
Something Wicked This Way Comes Scene ii
The scene opens to see Mikah bundled up in a white winter coat with a fur trimmed hood and her black leggings were tucked into her grey triple Bailey Button UGGs that she'd gotten when she lived in Kansas City, Missouri for a while. The fur trimmed hood was up, covering her blonde locks and her cheeks were rosy and the room? The room was filled with what looked like snow. She kicked at some of the snow after seeing the camera man give her a small nod, letting her know that he was recording now. She kept her hands in her pockets, her eyes on the camera as she seemed content in staying in one place.
;;Mikah “This is all I really have to go off about you, Mimi. Your last name, Winters. It's the only thing that I can think of to talk about. Is how ridiculous your last name is. But of course, that's something that you cannot change unless you get married. But how ridiculous is it that I know absolutely nothing about you?!â€
Mikah made a face before rolling her eyes as she looks around the snow covered room and let out a breath, which was seen due to the chilled room.
;;Mikah “That's the one thing that Jemma has on you, Mimi; something to talk about. But you? You have absolutely nothing worth talking about. There's nothing noteworthy on your profile in SCW and you haven't done much for the company yet. But maybe that will be your saving grace, the fact that this is your first official match in SCW. It'll be the only excuse you'll have to make for being so lackluster in the spotlight. And when you do fail at obtaining a victory, I will laugh at you. Because that's who I am. I laugh when people try so hard to succeed and then they only manage to fail. Is it something you enjoy too? Well, probably not because who enjoys being a failure?! I wouldn't know anything about being a failure because I have never failed at anything in my life.â€
She stops for a moment, pausing to think as she thinks about what she had just said.
;;Mikah “And I'm not just talking about losing matches, because clearly I've lost matches before. I'm talking about life in general. I'm married and having a loving husband, although he probably hates you because he hates everybody in general and I have a beautiful daughter who looks a lot like me, and I have three houses in three different states and I could afford to build another one here in California but I wouldn't dare do that. You wanna know why Mimi?â€
A smirk spread across her face, a rather mean and nasty one to be honest.
;;Mikah “Because mainly sluts live in California. Sluts that want to live in bikinis and pretend they know how to surf when in reality, all they need to go do is get eaten alive by a great white shark. Or maybe it's because the people here are either always high or in some sort of bubbly mood. I'm not a bubbly person and I'd rather be somewhere else rather than California. Some place that has meaning and not slutty little whores running around in itty bitty bikinis that they don't even fit into. I'm not saying that you don't fit into itty bitty bikinis but you know, the majority of the girls that try that don't.â€
Her little rant really had nothing to do with Mimi Winters but more with California and the girls she saw walking around in bikinis. She thought it was just a cliché but it appeared to be a true thing when she got to the state.
;;Mikah “Now back to you, Mimi. I'm sure you're one of those girls who takes everything somebody says about them to heart and well, if that's true, than you need to grow a fucking backbone. This isn't kindergarten; this is a wrestling company that you compete for; people don't have to be nice to you, they don't have to cater to you, this isn't a daycare either. If you have a problem with something I have to say about you, bring it to the ring and just try to take it out on me and I seriously doubt that youwill be able to do anything to me that would even bother me more than a few seconds if even that. I'm going to say things you won't like and you will have to deal with it. You can't stop me from saying things. That's why it's called freedom of speech, sweetheart. I don't know if you're smart or if you're dumb and frankly? I don't give a fuck. I could care less because that's not going to stop me from kicking your ass in the ring on Sunday.â€
Mikah just simply shrugs her shoulders before glancing around her. She was looking at all the fake snow that felt just as real as the real stuff that she often ran into in New York City, her precious home town.
;;Mikah “Man, I actually should have thought about this better. Because the snow doesn't represent you at all. Your profile says that you're bright and bubbly and happy but this snow? It screams a cold heart, somebody that shuts out all warmth from other people and that describes me more than it describes you, Mimi. I don't need anybody in my life other than my adoring husband and darling child. You are no more than a stepping stone for me to use to get to what I need. And what do I need? I haven't made a mark yet and I'm looking to do just that. I'm looking to do something that's going to set me apart from the other...girls in the locker room. Somebody that doesn't need to worry about people that are bubbly and bright, only to worry about the competitors that take this game seriously. And for all I know, maybe you do take this game seriously but fuck if I know because you've been quiet as shit. And I hope you do, because honestly? I like you a hell of a lot more than I like Jemma Asar. But that's just because she doesn't seem like somebody I could get along with. You? Maybe. But that will not be what happens this weekend. I will not think twice about it as I lock you into my Cupid's chokehold and make you spit blood out through your mouth. Just remember one thing for me, Mimi...â€
Mikah runs her tongue over her bottom lip before leaning in just a little bit as if she had a secret to tell the camera man.
;;Mikah “It's not personal, it's just business.â€
Mikah winks at the camera before flipping her hood down and blowing another fake, mocking kiss at the camera.
;;Mikah “Ciao.â€
Mikah watched as the cameraman turned the camera off and she looked around, feeling quite elated at the fact that the snow had held up. She pulled out her phone and sent a text to her husband and then waited. She had plenty of things on her mind but she wanted to have a little bit of fun before the time for her match came. She shivered slightly before pulling her coat tighter around her slender body before her face lit up as she saw Gavin walk into the room and she quickly threw a snowball at him, hitting him smack dab in the chest.
::Gavin “The fuck?â€
Mikah grinned at him before she squealed as he hit her with a snowball of his own and she pouted her bottom lip out at him as he walked over to her. He raised an eyebrow before looking around at the piles of snow before looking down at his wife.
::Gavin “What is this all about?â€
Mikah smirks at him before looking at the snow before pushing him into a pile of snow before he pulled her on top of him. She giggled as her blonde locks fell in her face.
;;Mikah “Oh you know, just was talking about one of my opponents. Had to use snow for special effects. And I sort of like snow.â€
Gavin raised an eyebrow in her direction again before leaning up and kissing her quickly. She smiled at him as she shivered a bit, still a bit cold even though Gavin's body was more directly in the snow.
::Gavin “Yeah? Are you going to kick your opponents' asses come Sunday?â€
Mikah nodded her head as she looked down at him before she squealed as he put some snow down the front of her shirt.
;;Mikah “That's the plan anyways.â€
She smiled at him before she pushed some snow in his face then moved away from him as they began to mess around in the snow, leading to other things.
A letter to Whom it May Concern Scene iii
To Whom it May Concern,
I am really concerned with my opponents, Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters. They seem to be under some belief that they are actually worth something in this company. Do you not realize that they will melt away to nothing after this Sunday? Do you realize this? Or is this what you really want? Do you want them to feel inferior to me? Because they are inferior to me, so if that is what you're intending, then good job. High five for you. If not, then you should rethink about who you book against me. Let's go over some things here....
Let's start with Jemma Asar. The girl lives in a comic book world that doesn't exist. Maybe that is why nobody seems to know who she is. She should be on the stars you could have known if they had a personality list. Maybe that needs to become a thing. I have an idea that if you stuck Jemma in a corner that nobody would pay any attention to her. Maybe her brother would, but that's because he feels sorry for her. And why shouldn't he? She's not something that one would want to look at for any more than a few mere seconds, not even a minute. It also says on her profile that she likes horror movies. Maybe somebody knows that come Sunday, she'll be in one; one that she loses, of course. She doesn't have the courage to even try to beat me; she's like a bug that will be smashed underneath my heel. A worthless waste of talent on the roster and I'm not sure that she even has any talent when you think about it. I think she is only riding her brother's coattails into the world of wrestling, even though I am not sure of his accomplishments either. Maybe they're both a waste of space, I really don't know. And I really don't care, either. Moving on. . .
Now onto Mimi Winters. This chick is like the invisible woman because I legit do not know anything about her. She's like somebody that signs with the company then is all hush hush until it suits her to speak up. Which is all fine and dandy, but then she better not go bitching when she doesn't like what I say about her because there is literally nothing to say about her that could be any good. She even looks like she belongs in California; she looks like that type of girl. I'm sure you know the type, right? The short shorts, itty bitty bikini, the works? Yeah, that looks like who she should be exactly. But maybe she's not, maybe I have her pegged all wrong. Maybe her and I could be friends in some weird world, I don't know. I don't even know how to have friends. Do you have to feed and water them daily? I am getting off track here. Mimi is that girl that is quiet but she will stir some trouble out, she's probably one to watch out for. And I don't mean in a good way, because she probably won't be super spectacular in the ring, but she'll be the one to stir up some trouble backstage because I can just tell from looking at her. You'll have to watch out for her troubles, you know.
Now onto me. I should be the one to shine in this match; the one to claim all the glory. Because only God knows that you can't rely on dimwits such as Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters. Those girls are girls who live in their own worlds. How do you know that those two girls won't leave after a few weeks of trying it out but found out in the end couldn't hack it? How will it look on you? Those girls don't even really care about this business. They're the type of girls that do something just because it looks like fun and something that gets a lot of attention for having such beautiful women hired and that's all they really are; pretty faces. And I will enjoy smashing their pretty little faces into the mat, destroying the only thing they have going for them. Poor girls. But in the end, it will be better for the company, trust me. You'd rather have somebody be winning matches that knows what the fuck she's doing rather than some little twit prancing around backstage acting like she's worth something.
I'm going to be the one to burst out as somebody to watch in this company. Then that so called Bombshell Champion that runs around here acting like she's all that and more will be on alert. I know this only my second match here in SCW but this will be the one to set me apart from the others that do not matter in this company. The girls that won't last and won't be around for more than a month or two. Girls that have decided that they didn't have what it takes or that they couldn't hack it against the ones that could and the ones that showed up on a regular basis. I'll be the one to make waves in this company and waves for good, not for negativity. I hope you're looking forward to watching because I'm looking forward to making one of those bitches bleed through their mouths. Ciao!
<3 Mikah.
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« on: November 21, 2014, 06:57:34 PM »
Getting Away with Murder
∞|New York City, New York|∞scene i
If anybody was considered manipulative, it would be Mikah. She knew how to use the people around her to her advantage and she's always been like that in her entire career. When she was running around a previous company with one of her closest friends, she used that to get what she wanted. It only seemed fitting that she would join another company with so many opportunities set in front of her and the first opportunity was her going up against a girl named Cynthia Warren with some sort of claim as “The Nurseâ€, which Mikah found odd but whatever. She didn't have to worry about Cynthia's claim as “The Nurse†as it didn't matter anything to her.
However, she did have to worry about the fact that the plane to Nevada was delayed and she was NOT a happy camper. But throwing daggers via looks at the lady who made the announcement of the delayed flight. Mikah could sit there, next to Gavin and shoot the lady daggers, all that she wanted to but it wasn't going to help her situation. She made a hmph noise as she crossed her arms over her chest as she sat in the not-so-crowded terminal. It didn't seem to bother Gavin at all as he was absorbed into whatever game he liked to play on his laptop. And he's told Mikah several times what it was called, she just simply didn't pay attention to the name of the game; that was his forte, not hers.
;;Mikah “How can you just sit there?! I had plans to do things when we got there! And now I have to either cancel them or push the times back!â€
Gavin rolled his eyes at his overly dramatic fiancee before giving her a slight look, telling her to calm down. She gave him a look of irritation before crossing her arms over her chest again, just to prove how frustrated she was with the whole ordeal. If looks could kill, Gavin and that lady could have just dropped dead. It didn't help that she had chosen to go for a two and a half hour run instead of arriving much earlier at the airport, then they would have already been on a plane and more than half way to their destination. Which was why she wasn't trying to press it too much with Gavin.
::Gavin “You know, it's all your fault anyways. If you didn't have to go on fifty runs a day, we could have been here earlier and we wouldn't have ran into this problem. So just relax, we will be on our way as soon as they can make us get there.â€
Mikah mocked him a little bit in a childish manner before poking him just to irritate him in a small way but not to piss him off. She knew that he didn't like her going on that many runs but he couldn't stop her unless he physically locked her in a closet and refused to let her out.
;;Mikah “Fine, if you want a fat girlfriend, I'll stop running and eat more. But remember, that was your choice, not mine.â€
She gave him a smile before he gave her a look before looking her over before rolling his eyes and muttered something about fat, yeah right under his breath. She leaned against him, making him almost automatically put his arm around her shoulders as she kind of cuddled up to him, pulling her legs underneath her to get comfortable.
;;Mikah “I just want everything to go alright for my first match with this company. You know, first match and all, has to be impressive.â€
Gavin smiled a bit at her before leaning down and kissing her lips quickly to reassure her that she'll do just fine. She gave him a small, sheepish smile before letting herself rest against him as they waited to get on the airplane to go to Nevada as they both had matches and they both wanted to win their first match, just like everybody else wanted the win. But they were determined to be better prepared for their own matches. They had to win, there was no other choice.
||Lady “The flight to Laughlin, Nevada is ready to board. All passenger's that are going to Laughlin, Nevada may board the plane now.â€
Mikah smirked as she sat back up before quickly standing up and fixing the short skirt of her dress before grabbing her carry-on bag before looking at Gavin as he took his time in putting his laptop away. She struggled to remain patient as he slowly pulled himself up to his feet and then slowly swung his bag over his shoulder smirking at her. She glowered at him before hitting his shoulder, causing him to rub it.
;;Mikah “You are taking forever on purpose, Gavin!â€
He feigned a look of innocence and confusion as he continued to rub the spot on his shoulder that she had hit him in.
::Gavin “I was not! You didn't have to hit me, now I'm gonna have a bruise for a week.â€
She rolled her eyes at him before giving him a look, tilting her head to the side as he tried to put a pout on his seriously handsome face.
;;Mikah “Seriously!? I didn't even hit you that hard! But c'mere...â€
She didn't give him the chance to say no as she pulled him into her and leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed her lips against his own, kissing him right in the middle of the terminal. She pressed her body against him just a bit as she grabbed his t-shirt in her fist, holding him to her as she kissed him, almost full on making out in the terminal before she pulled away from his kiss.
;;Mikah “Time to board the plane, Mr. Stephens. I have to kick some nurse's ass.â€
She winked at him as she headed towards the line to get on the plane and he followed close behind as they awaited to start their journey in the company.
∞|Laughlin, Nevada|∞scene ii
She stood there in a dark room as people helped her prepare her upcoming promo, which she had came up with the idea and recruited make up people and lighting people to help her set up a room for it. She didn't even know how it came to be or how she thought of it but she was already feeling goosebumps on her skin as they moved around her applying things to her skin and around her feet as she stood completely still, waiting for them to be ready. She only took breaths when she needed to, otherwise she was perfectly still as they did as she told them to before, explaining her vision for the work for her promo. She ran her teeth over her bottom lip as she stood still.
;;Mikah “Are we ready yet?â€
She was beyond bored and she was just plain tired of standing there, trying to be still as the people around her did their job. She breathed in slowly before letting the breath out as as she watched them before the woman to her left nodded her head. Mikah watched as everybody around her dispersed, only leaving Mikah alone with the camera man. She took a deep and steady breath as she connected eyes with the man before tersely nodding her head, allowing him to start recording.
As the camera starting rolling, the lights flickered on to show the room with white walls and a few posters on the walls splattered with what looked like blood. The blood was everywhere, including around Mikah's feet and all over her body, covering her body in splashes. Some of it was on her cheek, chest, coating her ring attire, and was splashed around the floor in puddles and pools. It looked almost exactly like a scene from the TV show, Dexter.
;;Mikah “There's been...a little accident.â€
She smirks at the camera, a slightly crazy look evident in her eyes as she stood still in the blood, letting her body be seen with blood splotches seen on her skin. She looked down at her blood covered body before looking like a room.
;;Mikah “I just couldn't...control myself you see. I just...it just happened.â€
She reached up with her blood covered right hand and ran her fingers through her platinum blonde locks, streaking some red in her hair. She runs her tongue slowly over her bottom lip, a crazed look in her eyes as she looks at the camera tilting her head to the right just a bit.
;;Mikah “The blood...got everywhere and I can't keep it a secret anymore...â€
She winked at the camera before falling down to her knees into a puddle of blood, causing it to splash up onto her face and around her.
;;Mikah “It's not easy getting away with murder...but it is...if there's no body involved.â€
She leaned back on her legs, sitting on her knees as she watched the camera, the crazed look still in her eyes. She once again tucked her hair behind her eyes, smearing blood across her ears as she did so.
;;Mikah “But the blood has to be the hardest thing to get rid of, to clean up, and dispose of. Because even after I clean the mess all up, there will be traces of it left behind. She will...never feel anything ever again. This is all that remains of her career, this all that's left, the blood and sweat that she poured into her career is all right here, in this room. I stole it from her when I murdered her career and guess what? I am going to get away with it and she's going to wish that she stuck with nursing full time and not signing a wrestling contract.â€
She looked at the camera again, a smirk playing on her pretty face. The she that she was talking about was none other than her opponent, Cynthia Warren whom she was up against at Climax Control. She didn't care about the woman, found her disposable and cheap and she didn't care if the whole thing was a gruesome idea, she felt like it worked.
;;Mikah “She doesn't even look like a wrestler but she does loo like she should stick to nursing, which is probably the only thing that she is good at. She probably thinks that she's here to save the bombshell's division but that's wrong because she couldn't even save her own career, as you see all the blood here. She couldn't keep her own career's life afloat, so maybe she could try her hand at nursing, with the degree that she had supposedly earned in college.â€
Mikah snickered at the thought of college and she sneered at the camera.
;;Mikah “I suppose, since you went to college you believe yourself to be better than everybody else, am I right? You probably look down upon me because I had no urge to go to college to get that degree. While you were off achieving that degree, girl, I was off becoming successful in being a wrestler, not some crummy nurse. If I wanted to be associated with a nurse, I would have gone to a hospital, not hung around here to be put in a match with a second-rate nurse.â€
She tilts her head to the side again, a thought trailing through her mind. She knew absolutely nothing about this Cynthia Warren chick but she did do some reading up on the girl. She found out that she was still a nurse and was also trying to be a wrestler at the same time.
;;Mikah “I hope you can multi task, girl. Because I'm not going to spend my time in wondering whether you know you're wrestling or you're nursing at the moment because that is a waste of my precious time and I have better things to do. As will you, once this match is said and done. You will have all the pieces of your career left to pick up and put together. But I believe that it will be hard for you to do such a thing, girl. See, you can't bottle up all of this blood that I have soaked out of your career in just one match. You will have to work much harder into getting your career back into life because of how I murdered it in just one single match. You will look pathetic when this is all said and done and you realize that you don't have a life in wrestling, just a shitty, pathetic dream that you shouldn't have tried to follow.â€
She shook her head to emphasize her points she stayed sitting on her knees in the pool of blood around her. She looks down, looking at the blood surrounding her and she shudders to herself a bit.
;;Mikah “To think that you're this pathetic, girl. That I will be having my debut match against you and this, this is what I will achieve; how to get away with murder of one's career. Will you even be able to show your face once this happens?! I don't think so. I think you will suffer a mental breakdown just like your weak, pathetic moron of a husband and won't be able to comprehend what has happened to you, and your life and your career. You will have wasted your time and your husband's time in training you when you realize your life is nothing but a flop. And I will laugh because I can. And because it will be because of me.â€
She smirks at the camera as she cups some of the blood in her hands and brings it up, chest level and watches it pour and slip down her arms, fascinated how it slides and drips down her skin. She looks up once more, her eyes catching the camera.
;;Mikah “And I can't help but to feel proud of the fact that I'm going to be the one to bleed your career dry, to murder it so that there is no choice for you to but to start over. And I'm going to enjoy it. I'm going to enjoy carrying that little thought around with me as I compete in this company, take over the spot that you couldn't handle being in because girl, you've failed at capturing a shot at the title. Which ultimately means that you're a big, fat, failure turtle.â€
She looks up at the camera, a smirk on her face once more.
;;Mikah “I really hope you enjoy failing because after this Sunday, that's the only thing that you're going to be good at.â€
Mikah popped her finger into her mouth and sucked off some of the blood as the camera was still filming her actions.
;;Mikah “Mmm. Until next time, ciao!â€
Mikah waited until the camera man nodded his head, informing her that the camera was off before she stood up and looked at her body and the mess of the fake, edible blood that was coating her skin and clothes. She knew that she was going to have a fit about it but it couldn't be helped, she'd just have to shower and hopefully coax Gavin into showering with her. She glanced over her shoulder as she began to walk away, leaving fake bloody footprints behind her as she walked down the hallways to find her loveable fiance.
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« on: November 16, 2014, 08:27:26 PM »
She looks at him, her eyes showing no real emotion, nothing that would give him any clue as to what she was feeling or thinking at that given moment. He was pretty sure of himself, that was for sure but so was she. She picked at an imaginary piece of lint on her dress before looking down the desolate hallways. She could see why he was just standing around talking to her and she could see why she was allowing him to; there was absolutely nobody else around.
;;Mikah "You're giving him too much credit, Andrew. He probably can't even flip burgers at a McDonald's; the spatula is probably too much for him. It's not like he has an IQ higher than 67. Maybe that's why he couldn't ever get anything right in Uncensored, including your little ex flame's name. Or that her name had too many different pronunciations, either way."
She wasn't one to talk when it came to names; her name has more than three pronunciations. And almost everybody got it wrong. It drove her crazy that nobody got it right but she wasn't the one that picked her name, her mother did. She hoped that people knew how to pronounce her daughter's name as it was getting more attention to it, thanks to the actress Leighton Meester. She pulls herself out of her reviere before turning her eyes to Andrew as he stood in front of her.
;;Mikah "And yes, I'm booked on the next card. Against some chick named Cynthia. Should be interesting. And I already saw that you were booked as well as Gavin. Interesting matches is all I have to say about that."
She ran her hand through her blonde locks before moving over to a table that was situated against the wall and hopped up onto it, crossing her left leg over her right. She was curious to see what was going to happen next.
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« on: November 16, 2014, 01:06:22 AM »
She laughed at him as he told her that Gavin was a big boy and could take care of himself. She knew that he was old enough to make his own choices but Mikah has never seen the man drunk, so she didn't have any idea what he would do given his choices when he was abbreviated. She looks at Andrew and shakes her head a little bit. He didn't get it; Gavin and Leighton were the only two people that she really had in her life. They were her only family and here he was stating that Gavin could handle himself. That was never the question or the statement; she was informing him that she wasn't going to be there to bail him out of jail because she would most likely think it served him right.
;;Mikah "Do all men think the way you do? Because if so, thank God that the world is not made up entirely of the male species."
She sent him a smile. She didn't know if she believed that or not but she was definitely going to tell Andrew that. She leaned completely against the wall, her stiletto heels starting to make her feet hurt just a little bit.
;;Mikah "How could I not remember that? It was all that was talked about behind the scenes or even on the scenes, really. Thalie and Watts and Wesley Phoenix. Main storyline right there. Now hopefully that Phoenix kid doesn't show up here, I don't know if I can handle being in the same company as him again."
She smiled at him before shrugging her shoulders. She knew things and she remembered things that people wouldn't peg her to remember. Her memory was better than most people's and she didn't want to admit it. But of course, like everybody she had her secrets and demons.
She looked down at her dress before looking back at Watts, waiting to see if he had anything else to say to her.
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« on: November 16, 2014, 12:13:04 AM »
Mikah sucked in a deep breath as she tried not to give the man a look that would kill. She didn't mean that she would even think of bailing Andrew out because that would be weird. She narrowed her eyes at him a bit before giving him a dirty look. He wasn't dumb, she knew that. But then again, he did face Wesley Phoenix and almost lost.
;;Mikah "You know what I meant, Andrew. Don't get my fiance thrown in jail because more than likely, I won't bail him out and then it will be all your fault. And then it will be all tense in my house."
She lightened up a bit before adjusting the short skirt of her dress before looking at Andrew once more. She looked around before looking back at Andrew.
;;Mikah "So, where's that little bimbo girl you were dating the last time I saw you? I thought you and her were pretty serious."
She looked at him, waiting for his response.
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« on: November 15, 2014, 11:53:01 PM »
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The blonde bombshell tucked her long blonde locks behind her ears as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She let the smile grace her face as she adjusted the top of her turquoise dress, which hugged her slender figure and cut off just below her butt. Her eyes looked him over for a moment before placing a hand on her slender hip as she tilted her head to the side, her eyes had a mischievous glint in them.
;;Mikah "Well, if it isn't Andrew Watts. I thought you disappeared when Uncensored closed. Or married that...bimbo you were dating."
She looked at him again, a smirk still playing on her face. It was true, they both had been apart of the company that had closed its doors roughly two and a half months ago. Were they friendly in Uncensored? No, but then again, Mikah wasn't one to socialize with people she cared nothing about.
;;Mikah "And here you are in SCW, the company that I just signed with...along Gavin. What a...coincidence."
She leans against the wall with her other hip, her eyes still on him almost as if she didn't trust him. But that would probably be accurate as the only person she trusted at the moment in time was one Gavin Stephens. It wasn't that she didn't like Andrew Watts, she just didn't care enough to see if he was trustworthy. But she'd be social...enough for the moment. After all, he did spend Thursday night in a bar with her fiance.
;;Mikah "It was really nice of you to take Gavin out the other night, I'm sure he appreciated it too. I mean after all, why would he want to stay in a house when we weren't talking. Although, just to make sure you know it, if it happens again and you two end up in jail, I am NOT bailing you two out."
She smiled at him before flipping her hair over her shoulder before looking at him.
;;Mikah "Got it? Otherwise, they'll be more fight and I really, really don't like fighting with my fiance."
She smirked at him as she awaited his response.
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« on: November 14, 2014, 10:55:32 PM »
Running was something Mikah was good at but it wasn't something she'd always been good at. She had to work herself up to a mile and then so on but now she was a pro at it. What she wasn't a pro at, was not making her boyfriend a ticking time bomb. Of course, it didn't help that she purposely jabbed at him so he'd get mad so she could go on a 4th run of the day without having to answer any of his stupid, annoying questions that he sometimes liked to ask when she went on a run. Like, when was the last time you ate? Or when was the last time you took a nap? Or how much sleep did you get last night? See, stupid questions. And that was the case last night.
She kept poking and poking at him on Twitter to get him to get mad at her and it worked but it also made her irritated with him at the same time. So she went on her run, that lasted for two and a half hours before she returned, showered, and then climbed into bed with Leighton, snuggling up with her daughter for the entire night. She didn't want to face Gavin, so instead she spent the night in her nine year old daughter's queen sized bed.
And here she was finishing up the first run of the day around 10 am, having already been out for two and a half hours. She didn't know if Gavin was up or if he was sleeping and she didn't know if she cared just yet. She shivered as she started to walk up the sidewalk that would lead to her front door. She knew better than to run in the freezing cold but that didn't stop her, not one bit.
She pushed the door open to the house to see her Alaskan Klee Kaii puppy, Dexter running toward her. She smiled and squatted down and scratched him behind the ears before kissing the top of the puppy's head. She glanced into the living room to see her nine year old little girl sitting on the couch, watching How to Train Your Dragon 2 for only the 100th time that week.
;;Mikah “I'm going to take a shower, Leighton then we can go get lunch somewhere. Would you like that?â€
Leighton's head turned in the direction of her mother's voice and she nodded her head, as she tried to both look at her mother and watch the television screen.
!!Leighton “Okay, mom.â€
Mikah smiled before jogging up the stairs, Dexter trailing behind her as he pounced up the stairs. She knew that Gavin would be sleeping still as she had read about his little bar outing with one Andrew Watts. And she frankly didn't care about the trouble he could have gotten into. She walks into the bedroom, shutting Dexter out before walking into her huge walk-in closet. She looked at the rows and rows of clothes that were hanging in her closet that were sorted by seasons and then into colors. She walked over to the winter area and pulled out a pair of grey and white nordic like printed leggings before grabbing a heather gray sweater to pair with it.
She grabbed a clean bra and the matching panties to go with it before walking out of the closet to see Gavin sleeping in the middle of the bed, in what appeared to be a face-down position. She rolled her eyes to herself before walking into the master bathroom to take a shower. She clicked the door shut behind her before setting her clothes on the counter in the bathroom to start her huge shower.
3 HOURS LATER
Mikah and Leighton walked back into the house after spending a small portion of the late morning and early afternoon in the heart of the city. They ate at a little bistro that they enjoyed and by ate, Mikah mainly pushed things around on her plate and ate her salad. Then they grabbed a sandwich with a bag of chips and a drink for Gavin before they went on a little shopping spree. Mikah watched as her daughter skipped away happily and Mikah just shook her head before walking into the kitchen to put Gavin's sandwich in the fridge along with his drinks.
She almost didn't get him anything but Leighton had asked if they should. Mikah smiled at the thought of her own daughter being more compassionate than her mother and she was so distracted by the thought that she ran straight into Gavin as he stood in the kitchen, shirtless drinking a bottle of water. She took a few steps backwards before looking at him, blinking a few times as if it was such a surprise to see him standing in the kitchen.
However, she didn't say anything but thrust the sandwich into his chest so that he would grab it before she turned to go to the other room. If anything was ever wrong between them or they were in a fight, she ignored and avoided, effectively giving him the silent treatment. She didn't know if it worked or not because she didn't keep track. She watched as he looked down at the sandwich before looking at her and raising an eyebrow in her direction.
::Gavin “Contracts are here. They faxed them over about an hour ago. I signed mine, just waiting for you to sign yours so we can fax them back.â€
Mikah nodded her head, understanding what he was saying and then she watched as he pointed to the table, indicating that the papers were there. She ran a hand through her straight blonde locks before walking over to the table and taking a seat to read the contract. She hums softly to herself as her eyes look over the document. She wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a complete waste of her time like the last place her and Gavin were employed and that would only be considered a joke.
She grabbed the same ink pen that Gavin had used and signed her name on the dashed line. She then set the pen down and got up to leave the room, the silence lingering between the two. Well, her silence as Gavin had spoke to her about the contracts. She couldn't tell if he was still mad or not but she was going to stay silent for the time being. She went to walk out of the kitchen but he grabbed her upper arm to stop her. She looked up at him as if to say what but she didn't let the words slip out.
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