<div style="width: 650px; margin: auto;">Unscripted
Birmingham, England
|OFF-CAMERA| 12 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME;;SCENE i

Mikah sighed contently as she walks back into the hotel room they were staying in at The Elms.  She seemed as if she was in a good mood but Gavin on the other hand didn't.  Mikah had been dragging him all over the place, wanting to do some site seeing while they were in England.  And so far, she'd fallen in love with the place.  She'd forced him to go to the Twycross Zoo with her just because she wanted to see how different from the ones she'd been to in the states.  She looks at him, watching as he collapses on the bed. They had done a lot of walking so far and she was sure that he thought he was about to die.  She, on the other hand, felt perfectly fine.  Maybe it was because she ran so much that made walking like a piece of cake. She tried not to giggle as he laid back, staring emptily up at the ceiling.

;;Mikah  “Oh come on, Gavs.  It wasn't that bad.”

Gavin looked at her before rolling his eyes.  She just smiles innocently at him as she pulls her long blonde locks up into a messy bun.  It was cold out but that didn't stop her from making Gavin go places with her so she could explore.  Could she have gone alone?  Yes.  Did she want to go alone?  No.  So how did she get him to go alone?  She just told him that she could probably be abducted like the girl from Taken.  She didn't know if he believed her or not, but he went along with her.  

She tugs the sweatshirt she was wearing off, revealing the long sleeved turquoise shirt she was wearing underneath that she had paired with grey leggings.  She smiles at Gavin before walking over to him and placing a kiss on his cheek in which he responds to with a groan.  Not that he didn't like the affection that she was showing him, but more of the fact that he was tired and she was still bugging him.

::Gavin  “So tired.  No more zoo.”

Mikah just giggles as she moves toward the desk and opens up her laptop before pressing the power button.  She watches as the laptop starts up before she puts in her password then turns to look at Gavin, letting the laptop load the settings she had set on it.

;;Mikah  “Oh come on, Gavin.  I run everyday, three times a day and probably around fifteen miles a day or so.  A little walking never hurt.”

She knew she was going to get a response out of him because a little walking wasn't what they had done; they did more walking than what one should be used to.  Even for a wrestler.

::Gavin  “A little walking?!  A little walking is what we do when you take me to the mall or when we go to the park with Leighton.  What we did this morning was almost close to being tortured!”

She just rolls her eyes at her husband.  She looks at him before smiling at him and getting up and walking over to him.  She carefully moves so that she's straddling him before leaning down just a bit, her face hovering over his.

;;Mikah  “And I told you, I'd make it up to you later, didn't I?  Have I ever went back on my promises to you?”

He looks up at her, a smirk tugging at his lips before he shakes his head no at her.  She leans down and softly presses her lips against his, kissing him.  She lets the kiss go on for a little bit and giggles when he gets a little handsy before she pulls away from him.  She pecks his lips with a kiss once more before moving off of him.  She glances at his face, giggling at the small pout on his face as she moves back to the chair that was in front of the desk and she sits down.

;;Mikah  “Sorry babe.  But work calls.”

She winks at him as she sets up the computer some more, logging onto her new site that she was going to start using for this sort of stuff.  She glances back at Gavin before she tugs the ponytail holder out of her platinum blonde locks as she fumbles with some of the things on her laptop.  Her laptop was probably too high tech for her as she didn't spend much time on it; only to check her emails and sometimes her Twitter account.  She frowns a bit before clicking another button on the screen before pouting a bit.  She could never get the laptop to do exactly as she wanted.  She usually left it up to Gavin to help her with the stuff that she didn't know how to do but this time she was determined to do it.

;;Mikah  “And this is why I hate computers.”

She was mumbling to herself but Gavin could hear every word she said and it only made him laugh at her incompetence with computers.  She looks over her shoulder and scowls at him.

;;Mikah  “I don't find it funny!”

Gavin just laughs again, which only causes her to scowl, not happy that he found amusement in what she couldn't make work.

;;Mikah  “Well, at least I can walk without being tired.”

Gavin just rolls his eyes at her little dig but doesn't take it to heart.  He watches as she finally gets the device to work as she wanted.  She squeals in delight before adjusting the controls of her webcam before she fixes her hair using the camera as a mirror.

In Uncharted Waters
Birmingham, England
|ON-CAMERA| 12 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME;;SCENE ii

Mikah sits in front of her laptop, smiling at her own device before pushing her hair behind her shoulders.  She didn't really know what to say or if she even cared about what she was going to say.  Should she be worried that she didn't care?  Probably but she wasn't; she didn't worry about petty things like that.

;;Mikah “You already know who I am, I don't need to go over that.  I am done with introductions and all that weak shit.  You come to my website, you should know who I am.  So, shall we get down to business?  I don't like wasting my precious time.”

She smirks at the camera before moving to sit criss-cross style in the chair, making herself comfortable.

;;Mikah  “The last time any of you saw me, was merely three weeks ago when I had a tag team match against Melody Grace and the two idiots that she carried the whole match.  And you can either agree with me or not but that's the hard truth.  Melody carried her team to victory and those other two scrubs just let her do it.  If I was Melody, I wouldn't have put up with that and wouldn't even act friendly to those two audacious scrubs.  But Melody's way more nicer than I am and I'll admit it.  She should receive an award for being as nice as she is—albeit she's a little naïve but you know, sometimes you can't help that.”

Mikah glances back at Gavin, knowing the two were friends.  And she honestly didn't care that he had friends that were girls because she had friends that were boys.  Friends that probably had ulterior motives but she was better behaved and knew how to stay faithful to Gavin.

;;Mikah  “But maybe they won because they're little suck ups too.  I really don't know and frankly?  I really don't care.  I'm sure they think I care and I'm sure that they think they're better as team. And I want to correct them on that; they're not.  Roxi and Misty can only achieve success when riding somebody else's coattails.  Or with their lips wrapped around somebody's cock.  Or in Roxi's case, somebody's clit.”

Mikah smirks at the camera before hearing Gavin trying to disguise his laughter in the background.  She glances over her shoulder and allows a chuckle to escape her lips.

;;Mikah  “Enough about those disgraceful scrubs, back to me.  I've been put in some roulette match for some championship...”

She pauses, trying to think of what the title was called until Gavin chimes in.

::Gavin  “Bombshell Internet Champion!”

Mikah chuckles, laughing at her husbands knowledge of the card.  Or maybe he just knew because he was in the opposite match for the men.  Who knows.

;;Mikah  “Right.  That.  It sounds like a made up championship, if you ask me.  But I'm sure it's a legitimate title.  One that I'd gladly take after beating all of the girls that are in this match; too many to name really.  But if I don't win this match, I would only want Desiree Drake to win.  She's the only other girl in this match that can even function properly in a ring.  I mean seriously.  We have girls who throw themselves off the top rope, hoping to land on somebody, we have a girl that thinks she's superhero or something with the mask she wears and we have another girl who thinks she's something because her brother is employed here. What is wrong with some of these chicks that don't know how to be normal?  Or at least even act normal?!  I know I'm not normal but I don't go pretending to be some super-heroine.  I live in reality with my husband and my daughter.  I wonder how much time you girls have on your hands?  I mean really.

I sit here in my hotel room with my husband and we haven't been here hardly at all; I've been out enjoying the city and enjoying the sites.  I keep up with my routine and I make sure that I know what I'm going to do in the match.  I go on runs, I watch movies with my daughter, and the point, I go out and do things.  I think you girls just sit around waiting, and waiting for a match.  It's kind of pathetic, if you think about it.  Get a life.  Get a boyfriend.  Do something other than be waiting around like a fucking dog.  Wait—most of you look like dogs, so that's fitting actually.”

She just shrugs her shoulders.  She didn't care if it wasn't nice, when was the last time that she cared that she hurt somebody's feelings?  Maybe when Melody thought that she actually wanted her to stop talking to Gavin.  But that was because she didn't want Melody to view her as a controlling, jealous bitch.  She might be a bitch, but she wasn't controlling.  Gavin could talk to and befriend whoever he wanted to.  He was a big boy and she trusted that he could keep it in his pants.  Otherwise she'd divorce him.

;;Mikah  “Some of you probably don't even know who I am and that's okay, it'll be more upsetting to you when I kick your ass to win the championship.  I think it'd be a pretty good addition to my resume, don't you think Gavin?”

She glanced at him and watched as he nodded his head as he was back to playing whatever video game he was into this week.  She turned her attention back to the camera and shrugs her shoulders at it.

;;Mikah  “But my resume here doesn't matter.  Or at least not at the moment.  Because I don't want you girls to think that you can just look up my past and be like, 'Well, I know everything there is to know about her' because you won't know everything about me.  You will only know what I've done in the past, not what I can do come time for our match.  That's the thing, people should always be looking to change themselves, better themselves all the time.  And I can honestly say that I am not the same person I was when I started out.  I have a completely different arsenal of moves.  And so you can go study my previous self in tapes or whatever it is that you would look up.  It won't help you here.  So until you see me again, be thinking of how you can better yourselves.  It might help you but probably not.  You all, with the exception of Desiree, suck.”

Mikah winks at the camera.

;;Mikah  “And as for my fans, I hope that you come to the show and show support for me.  Because heaven knows I'll probably need it seeing as I have like five friends here, if that.  So until next time...”

She moves closer to the camera before winking at it.

;;Mikah  “Ciao.”

The minute Mikah turned the camera off and shut her laptop, Gavin grabbed her and moved her over to the bed.  She giggled and squealed as she felt him tickle her before he kissed her.  She squirms  bit as she tries to get comfortable as he removes her shirt from her body.

A Little Risque
Birmingham, England
|OFF-CAMERA| 9 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME;;SCENE iii

Mikah was sitting in one of the seats in the arena, looking at the empty wrestling ring.  It was something she did before every match she had.  And she'll do it again when it comes closer to time for the match.  But right now, she was enjoying the peacefulness of the arena.  She glances up to see Gavin walking down the stairs, searching for her before he walks over and sits next to her.  She smiles at him as he places a hand on her knee.

;;Mikah  “I love when it's peaceful out here; gives the arena a different feeling.  Don't you think, Gavs?”

He nods her head as she moves closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.  He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.  She snuggled up to him, just looking at the ring that stood in the middle of the arena.

;;Mikah  “I am really liking England, it feels homey here.  And it feels like I don't have to worry about anything in the whole world.”

She might love being in England, but she would never give up her home in New York City to move there.  New York City and its chaos was her home.  She looks up at Gavin and smiles as she sees him completely relaxed.  She sighs as she cuddles closer to him.  They were a unique couple but somehow they fit together like a puzzle.  She leans up and kisses his cheek, a mischievous glint in her eyes before moving to straddle his lap.  He looks up at her, surprise written in his eyes as his hands go to her hips.

;;Mikah  “You know....there's nobody around...”

She looks down at him, an almost naughty look in her eyes as she looks at him.  He grins up at her before looking around them to appease her.

::Gavin  “It appears that we are...”

She giggles as she squirms on his lap, the skirt of her dress rising up just a little bit.  She leans down and kisses him directly on his lips.  He responds to her kiss, kissing her back as he slides his hands down a bit.  She pulls back, rubbing her lips together as they both seemed to have lust written in their eyes.

;;Mikah  “Just hope we don't get caught; wouldn't be a good thing to wind up in jail, now would it?”

He nods his head in agreement before pulling her head down to kiss her again, her giggles escaping her mouth during the kiss.

A Little Lesson
Birmingham, England
|ON-CAMERA| 9 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME;;SCENE iv

Mikah stands in front of the cameraman as he begins to record her second promo.  She smirks as the camera catches a glimpse of her.  She was wearing the outfit she had wore in her match against Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters but this time it was different; she was drenched in fake blood just like she had been in her very first promo that she had done for SCW.  She looks at the camera, an eyebrow raised.

;;Mikah  “Looks familiar, doesn't it?”

She smirks at the camera as she looks around the dim-lit room.  It was evident that blood was pooled around her and then there were comic books around her too.  They were ruined but Mikah really didn't care.

;;Mikah  “It seems familiar.  I mean, in my upcoming match I am facing Cynthia Warren, Roxi Johnson, Jemma Asar, Zuri Chastain, Mimi Winters, Desiree Drake, and Joanne Canelli.  And the only one I like in that list is Desiree Drake.  Let's have a little history lesson, shall we?”

She drops to her knees, the fake blood splashing around her a bit.  She sits back on her heels, smirking at the camera as she touches one of the bloodied comic books.  She then runs her fingers down her face, leaving a trail of blood from her eye to her chin.

;;Mikah  “My first match with this company was against 'The Nurse' Cynthia Warren. And how did that match turn out?  I beat that stupid bitch so fast that she didn't even know what happened. She's a nobody, a nothing, a has-been, if you will.  And why should she even be put in this match?!  Nobody's even seen or heard of her since then.  I was hoping that she'd be too embarrassed to even show her face in the company but low and behold, here she is booked in the match to get a shot at the Internet Championship. Maybe that's questionable booking on the owner's part.  But whatever, she can be disposed of easily.  I've done it once, And I will do it again.  Moving on...

And then there's Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters, both who I defeated in that silly triple threat match that was for absolutely nothing.  Both of those girls are worthless and shouldn't be more than a mere afterthought.  You should only think of those two when you're taking out the trash or maybe when you're trying to think of something so you don't get turned on.  Either or, I'm sure both options were good suggestions, right?  Cause what else have they done for this company?  Jemma's only relevant because her brother is employed here, you know.  But I wonder if she had to suck somebody's dick to snag a job here or if it was just handed to her because of her last name.  Doesn't that just make your curiosity run wild?  But then again, I bet it was Mimi Winters that was down on her knees sucking somebody's cock to get a job and I'm sure she's had to do it several more times just to keep her job.  She's pathetic.  And if she even thinks about calling me a blonde bimbo, she needs to take a long hard look in the mirror because that's more of what a blonde bimbo looks like. And if you don't like it, then go whine to somebody and suck a dick, because I don't care.”

She looks at the camera, a smirk on her face and a sinister like look on her face.

;;Mikah  “And we're back to Roxi Johnson, who was carried to a victory in the tag team match by Melody Grace.  I don't even care about her to even say much about her, really.  I mean what else can I say about her?  She is just pathetic.  Letting somebody else carry you to victory is ridiculous and I wish that Melody wouldn't have stood for it.  But you know, she's nice and has a heart of gold or something like that.  She couldn't help it but Roxi could have.  Roxi, you should have known better which is why I will not be allowing you to win this match.  Somebody like you that can easily take advantage of somebody as good as Melody.  Shame on you, Roxi.  So, in response to your stupidity, you won't win this match if it's the last thing I do.  Trust me, Roxi, I am not somebody to mess with.”

She takes a deep breath before grabbing a comic book from the fake blood and throwing it at the camera.

;;Mikah  “You won't be a hero this time, Roxi.  Or a fake one, either.  Moving on because she's no longer worth my time.  Although, I'm sure the same could be said about Zuri Chastain, somebody that I really don't know what she's all about.  I know that she wears a mask, like she's some superhero too.  I'm beginning to think that's the trend for the bombshell division; being fascinated with superheroes.  I don't get it, maybe I'm lacking that little thing that makes somebody become fascinated with a life that's not real.  And maybe she's not really into superheroes but it appears that she is.  Do you know?”

She pointed at the cameraman, clearly asking him.  He shook his head no, the camera also moving side-to-side as he did so.

;;Mikah  “See, not even the cameraman cares about you, Zuri.  What a sad day.  But even your fake super-powers won't help you win the match, Zuri.  You will be sad, and depressed when it doesn't happen for you.  Maybe that's just me being overly confident but shouldn't I be confident?  Besides, Desiree, aren't I the only other one that's competent in the ring?  I am, don't answer that.  Moving on to...Joanne Canelli.

Sounds like an Italian name, doesn't it?  I bet she secretly enjoys all italian foods; spaghetti, lasagna, pizza, ravioli, and let's not get into the desserts because we'll be here together.  I get the feeling that you think you're some bad bitch, Joanne.  Your own little nickname for yourself is, 'The Jersey Devil Diva.'   How lame.  I mean, so unoriginal.  You don't even know who I am, Joanne.  You don't know what I have in store for you at all, do you?  Do you think that I'm just going to let you walk all over me to get a good shot at that championship that will be hung over the ring?  Are you fucking crazy?  What do you drink in the morning?  Or before you go to bed.  Because you're living a delusion, Joanne.  I'm sorry but maybe you need to be checked out by psychiatrist or be checked into a mental asylum.  I'm sure there are plenty around here in England, don't worry.  I'll get a list of those for you and send them to your hotel room.  You can thank me later.”

She stands up before removing the hideous comic book character leggings and the mismatched top to reveal her ring attire that was white this time.  She then sits back down on her knees, leaning back against her feet.  She picks up one of the bloodied comic books and opens it before looking down at the bloodied pictures before holding it to her chest.

;;Mikah  “Man, I wish this match was here already so that we could just be done with this match, ya know.  I mean, every comic book has an ending right?  You read the book and it's done.  But this is a waiting game now.  I already know how I plan on winning the match but it's simple really.”

She looks down at the comic book, removing it from her chest to look at the pictures, her eyes wandering over the page.  She then throws it down, the fake blood splashing up and spraying all over her bare, flat stomach.

;;Mikah  “Well, I hope you all know what you're getting yourselves into...”

She smirks as she stands up and goes to speak but is cut off by the cameraman.

&&Cameraman  “Wait, you didn't mention Desiree Drake...”

She blinks at the cameraman, shocked that he would even think about interrupting her to voice his thoughts or questions.  She scowls at him before grabbing a bloodied comic book and throwing it at him.  She smirks as it hits him in the chest.

;;Mikah  “Do I need to say anything about her?  I already said that she was the only other person in the match that knows what they're doing in the ring.  Do you know what it takes to be in the ring, you slobby, fat piece of shit?  No, I didn't fucking think so, so you shut your fucking mouth and don't talk when I'm here, in front of you.  Or I'll cut your fucking nuts off.  Got it?”

He swallows hard before nodding his head, the camera bobbing up and down as he did so.

;;Mikah  “Now that that stupid, fat piece of shit is done talking.  Let me remind you once more what the outcome of this match should be.  It should be me, climbing that ladder to get that championship match.  Me or Desiree, that is.  I'm sure nobody else is even coordinated enough to do just that. I mean it's not like it's a turnbuckle.  Roxi will probably get lost on the ladder and be unsure of what to do.  And Mimi and Jemma probably don't even have a clue what the ladder will be used for.   Cynthia has probably forgotten how to get to the ring, but that's a whole different story.  And I'm sure that Zuri is just as clueless at the others.  So that leaves it up to Desiree and myself to make this match worthy to be watched.  I am not going to let this match be the pee break for everybody else.  Not this match; maybe the Players Club's match but not mine.  Oh no, not mine.  So I hope you all study up to at least be half ready for the match.  But you know, until then..”

She looks down at her blood covered body before looking at the camera, smirking.

;;Mikah  “Ciao.”

She winks at the camera, her hands covered in the fake blood as she walks away.  The camera stops recording as she walks down the hallway, leaving bloody footprints behind her.  She then passes a few of the people that are employed by the company before she spots stable member slash friend, Alex Kaelin standing by himself down the hallway.  She smirks as she walks over to him.

;;Mikah  “Oh, hey, Kaelin.  Good luck in your match....”

She then reaches up and smears the flake blood all over his face before she skips away, leaving him standing in the hallway with the fake blood smeared on his face.  She glances over her shoulder at him as she heads back to the locker room that she shares with Gavin.  She wondered what he would say this time about her being covered in blood.  She giggles to herself as she pushes the door open to the locker room and steps inside, closing it behind her.

::Gavin  “Blood again?”

Mikah nods her head as she tugs off her wrestling top before grabbing him and tugging him toward the showers to get cleaned off.  After all, if she was going to climb a ladder, she couldn't be covered in blood.</div>

 

At Mikah and Gavin’s house
scene i  |OFF-CAMERA|

Mikah was busy texting on her phone, not even seeing that her husband, Gavin Stephens had walked into the bedroom.  She scowled at her phone before throwing it across the room and watched as it broke into pieces and only then did she smile with a smirk in her eyes.  Gavin just looked at her before looking at her destroyed phone that was in pieces on the ground.  Either he missed something or his wife had some serious issues that needed to be checked out.  He sat down on the bed beside her and gave her a sideways glance.

::Gavin  â€œIs everything okay, babe?”

Mikah looked at him and narrowed her eyes at him, not clearly wanting to joke around about what he had just walked in on.  She just pushed him a little bit but in more of a playful manner because she wasn’t irritated with him or mad at him, just irritated in general.

;;Mikah  â€œUm...well, no.  Not really.  I totally forgot to call the stable and book a white horse for certain reasons.  And now I have to wait until tomorrow to get a white horse.”

Gavin gave her a look, clearly confused as to why she would need a white horse and in such short timing.  She however smiled at him and looked around their bedroom before she rested her head against his shoulder.  He put an arm around her as she relaxed against him just a little bit.  She took in a deep breath as she seemed lost in thought about what the week was going to entitle and she only knew that she’d be super busy.

::Gavin  â€œSo, you throw your phone at the wall because you can’t get a horse for whatever it is you want it for?”

Mikah scowls just a little bit before looking at him and nodding her head as she moves her head off of his shoulder.  He just didn’t understand why this was important to her; but he would, when everything was said and done, he’d completely understand.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause.  The guy I was talking to didn’t understand who exactly I was!  I even told him I was going to come down there and make him spit blood out of his mouth but only after asking if he liked the taste of his own blood.”

Gavin shook his head but he clearly had a smirk on his face.  The two were completely made for one another as they each had a mean streak inside of them.  Of course, Gavin had a bigger one and a nastier one but Mikah wasn’t to be played with when she was in one of those moods.  She always admitted that she wasn’t a people person and she’d rather go play in traffic than talk with idiots who didn’t know how to do their job.

::Gavin “That’s my girl.”

Mikah smirked at him, knowing that he would enjoy her little threat to the owner of the horse stable.  She wasn’t going to threaten him but when he wouldn’t comply to her needs, she just had to threaten him.  But that didn’t get her anywhere, he just threatened to call the cops on her and that definitely wouldn’t have gotten her anywhere.  She stands up and fixes the short skirt of her sweater dress before walking into her walk in closet, Gavin’s eyes following her as she walks into the closet.

;;Mikah  â€œI swear, more and more comic book nerds are popping up in this company, Gavin and I’m being the one that’s forced into matches against them.  How ridiculous is that?!”

Gavin didn’t really know what to say because he himself was into comics, something that Mikah knew but often forgot about.  He ran a hand through his hand before rubbing the back of his neck.

::Gavin  â€œUm...babe, I’m a comic book nerd too.”

Mikah rolled her eyes even though she knew that Gavin couldn’t see her as she changed into a pair of hunter cargo like pants and a black top that showed the straps to her hot pink bra.  She turned her nose up at the outfit as she looked at herself in her full length mirror.  This was not something she would wear unless she had something planned for it.

;;Mikah  â€œI know that.  But you’re not a female and you don’t have a vagina, it’s just weird, okay?  I mean, it’s normal for boys to like comic books but girls?  Didn’t one of my flimsy characters last week like comic books too?”

Gavin had no choice but to laugh at Mikah’s seemingly faulty memory.  She of course knew that one of her opponents had been into comic books but she chose not to remember her, as she hadn’t been an important opponent in Mikah’s mind.

::Gavin  â€œI don’t know, I don’t follow any of those girls around, knowing what they’re into or pretending to care.”

Mikah walks out of her closet to see Gavin still sitting on the edge of the bed and she smiles at him, a bit shyly though.  He just raises an eyebrow at her as he looks at what she changed into and she just sighs audibly before collapsing on the bed next to him.

;;Mikah  â€œThis outfit is hideous.”

Gavin laughed before looking at her once more before just shrugging his shoulders at her.  She just gave him a look as he winked at her.  She moved closer to him and kissed him before falling to her knees as she began to unbutton his jeans. Gavin exhaled as Mikah pulled down his boxers. She licks her lips, looking up at him.

Just a simple high-flying wannabe
scene ii   |ON-CAMERA|

Mikah sat on the top turnbuckle of a wrestling ring as a camera man stood in the center of the ring, it’s focus on her, and not anywhere else.  Mikah flicked her hair over her shoulder to keep it behind her back before crossing one leg over the other as a smirk covered her pretty face.  Her hair was down and it was pin straight as she sat carefully on the turbuckle, not wanting to fall off.

;;Mikah  â€œSo, here I am...somewhere that I am not comfortable in going in the ring.  The one place that you will rarely see me be...the top turnbuckle.  I’m not a high flyer and I have no desire to be one either as it seems that once upon a time everybody wanted to be just that.  They wanted to be the next Druggy Hardy or the next Lita.  Oh wait…”

She smirked at the camera, waiting for the silence to lean in just a little bit before she crossed her legs the other way and leaned back just slightly.

;;Mikah  â€œI’m actually facing a Lita wannabe.  It’s quite peculiar, really.  A girl that could be her own person chooses to be somebody like Lita or at least that’s what I perceive her to be.  A girl that likes to do high-flying moves and thinks she’s a superhero.  Well guess what?  Superheroes don’t exist that’s why they’re fictional characters.  I mean, it’s ridiculous, you think that you have some superhero abilities like what exactly?  You can’t fly unless you call those stupid moves you do from this top turnbuckle flying, which by the way it’s not flying.  And there’s no such thing as x-ray vision or any of that stupid shit that goes on in superheroes lives in those silly little comic books that you’re so into.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the thought of another Bombshell on the roster being into comic books.  She knew that Gavin was into them but that was normal; boys were supposed to be into them or at least, that’s what she had always thought.  And she really didn’t mind that Gavin was into them, because he didn’t use them to ignore her or he didn’t seem to put them into his career, they were just a hobby, something he read because he enjoyed them.  But in Mikah’s mind, she felt that Roxi tried to implement it into her character too much.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you friends with that girl that I faced last week that was into comic books?  Because I’m really starting to think there’s a clan of  you that just sit around a table and talk about Deadpool and the Joker and whatever.  Is that what goes on?  I’m not really sure, I don’t study comic books as that’s not my style but you know.  Each to their own.  But let’s get back to the subject at hand…”

She ran her fingers through her hair, letting the pause linger for just a short moment.

;;Mikah  â€œWrestling. That’s what we’re here for; that’s what I signed up for when I signed my named on that dashed line.  It’s not about superheroes or comic books, it’s about getting into the ring and doing what you and I were trained to do. Although, I’m not sure you were trained to do anything other than jump off blindly from this turnbuckle.”

She turned her nose up at the thought of being booked against somebody who’s style was so different from her own.  But then again, on Roxi’s profile it did say that she had three different wrestling styles.  Which only confused Mikah, which one was she supposed to go off of?!

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know you probably think that since you can poorly execute these moves makes you some sort of badass, doesn't it Roxi?  I bet it does.  I bet you get that two or three second thrill when you jump off of the turnbuckle only to land on some poor sap that doesn't realize that your body is going to land on theirs.  I just hope that you don't botch one of those stupid, ridiculous high-flying moves and injure somebody because all of the blame would be put on you.  And just how sad would that be?”

She pouts her bottom lip, acting as if it was such a big deal that it would be sad that all of the blame would be put on Roxi.  But soon the pout was replaced with a smirk as she just shrugged.

;;Mikah  â€œActually, it wouldn't be that bad because I would honestly laugh that you can't even execute a move that you were supposed to have down.  Is that how you would want to be known?  As the Bombshell that couldn't hack it in a wrestling ring.  Personally, I would find that embarrassing and wouldn't want to show my face around the company any more but that's just me.  However, I wouldn't have chosen to be a high-flyer either because those moves are just stupid and ridiculous.  It also makes me think that you have the mentality of a thirteen year old.”

She leans forward, pressing her elbows against her knees and propping her chin up as he eyes focus on the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œHow?  Is that what you're asking?  How do I think that you have the mentality of a thirteen year old?  Because.  Those high risk moves were all the rage back when one was just barely a teenager and I can almost picture you being the one jumping off of your couch and practicing those moves on a pillow or maybe a couch cushion, already seeing your dream of being the next Lita working out for you.  But dreams aren't real either, just like your stupid superhero thing.  You've got a career in what you probably dreamed about as a child and yet, you still want to be a superhero.  Something that will never happen to you.  Although, I wouldn't want to be a superhero because they're too...”

She pauses, trying to think of exactly what she wanted to say.

;;Mikah  â€œToo expected in this world.  Everybody wants a superhero to save them or to be somebody that they can look up to.  I'd rather not be considered anybody in a comic book; I'd rather be myself.  It's too cliché to be the villain or the superhero, so I will stick with being who I am.  Which is still better than who Roxi Johnson?  Is that her last name?  I really don't care anyways so moving on.”

She clears her throat for a minute before moving to stand up on the turnbuckle, placing one foot behind her on the post and the other on the turnbuckle.  She took in a deep breath as she steadied herself, careful not to fall.

;;Mikah  â€œEven though I choose not to do the sort of moves that you love, Roxi, doesn't mean that I can't do them.  I have abnormally good balance but I however am not good with the thought of jumping off of this top rope and almost breaking my neck or my back just doesn't sound appealing and thinking of you doing it, only makes me giggle and wish that it would happen.  Such a shame that it hasn't yet already.”

She chuckled at the thought of it before tilting her head to the side.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't really have anything else to say about you.  What else can be said?  You're some wannabe Lita that's a lesbian married to a wannabe Trish Stratus.  And you think you're a superhero.  Lame.  And even if you are a superhero, I am still going to kick your ass come Sunday, with the help of my....”

She tries her hardest not to turn up her nose at the mere thought of having tag team partners before shaking her hair out behind her.

;;Mikah  â€œTag team partners.  So until Sunday, Roxi...”

She moved back down into a sitting position and crossed her left leg over her right leg then leaned forward with a wink at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

It's a dark, dark World!
scene iii   |ON-CAMERA|

Mikah glowered at the camera as she stood in a dark room with just one little candle that she was holding that made her face visible to the camera.  Everything else, however was black or very, very dim and hard to see.  She smirked at the camera, the smirk visible thanks to the candle that she was carefully holding to give her face the light it needed.

;;Mikah  â€œDarkness.  Does that seem familiar to you, Misty?  I'm just curious because well, it seems that you're starting to shed the darkness that has been surrounding you for I don't even know how long.  And it's funny that you and I are booked against each other in this match up simply because you seem to hate Liz Smalls just as much as I do, if not more.  But I guess, we aren't that similar either; we just share the same hatred  for the stupid, stupid woman that most people do hate.  And that might be the only smart thing about you.  The hatred you have for Liz Smalls, that is.  Although, I do applaud you for changing your look, your last one was hideous.”

Mikah pretends to shudder, as if Misty's old image was so hideous it was scary.  She runs her tongue over her bottom lip before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œYou might not even be that bad of a person, really.  I just don't know anything about you and I don't care to.  I don't need to know anything about you to kick the snot out of you, so to speak.  But I see that you and I seem to both hold a submission hold dear to our hearts.  And I have yet to use that move in a match yet and I'm just itching to do it.  And just because you too are a fan of that move, I would just love to try it out on you.  You'd be the absolutely perfect candidate for it because you know how to execute it or at least, I assume that you would.  But does that mean that you would know how to get out of?  I'm curious to find out.   But of course, I don't plan on letting you out of the hold.  I would just love to see you bleed through that now pretty mouth of yours.  It'd be almost like a career highlight.  And I wouldn't even care if I got in  trouble for holding the hold even after you've tapped out and are struggling to breathe.  It's like a thrill to me to see you struggling to breathe and scrambling to be freed of my hold.  It's like a drug; the only drug that I care to be addicted to.  And it's really the only healthy drug, if it was considered to be one.”

She just shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I am curious to know how you went about this change in your looks as it seems to be such a different change for you.  But then again, I seem to not like when people suddenly change their image either; it screams that they're asking for attention, craving it really.  And why did you choose to change it now?  Did it have anything to do with the fact that you are going up against three girls who have their looks going for them?  Does that have anything to do with it?  I bet that's it.  I bet you felt insecure about your own looks going into this match and you had no other choice but to go about changing yourself for it.  And honey, I don't blame you.  I would have gotten rid of that hideous black hair as well.  But of course, I don't have hideous hair at all.  I have beautiful blonde locks and I'm a much prettier person than you can ever  be with your new little change.  But I applaud you for trying, I really do.”

She smiles at the camera before winking at it as she didn't have free hands to clap.

;;Mikah  â€œI've seen on Twitter that you and your partners seem very eager, and very friendly towards one another.  So much that it seems like you're trying to shove it in people's face.  Why?  Why are you doing that, Misty?  Is it that you're afraid that your team is lacking something?  Something important?  Which, it is because your team is full of people that don't believe in reality.  But that's not who or what I'm talking about right now.  You see, I don't need to socialize with my tag team partners on Twitter, I don't even have to say hello to them because I don't need to showboat.  I just know that each one of us has it in our minds that we are going to go to that ring and kick your asses to get the win.  No bullshitting, nothing of the sort.  Just get straight down to business.  And when we win, we get to say that we were and are better than the three of you, which we are.  I really don't have any qualms about my tag team partners now as it seems to make a little bit more sense than the last tag team match I was placed in.”

Ah, the good old Uncensored days.  She remembered them well and she liked them.  She breathed in deeply before slowly letting the breath out through her nose.

;;Mikah  â€œAfter this little match, it won't bother me to be around you backstage.  I won't be a showoff and throw your loss in your face either.  Well, okay yeah I probably will.  I hope you don't mind though as we can both still share the hatred for one Liz Smalls.  I don't really have much to say about you, Misty, things I haven't already said anyways.  Does that mean that you're not that interesting?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera before shrugging her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œProbably, but I'm sure that you're not worried about that, now are you?”

She smirks at the camera before looking down at the candle, watching the flame for a minute or two.

;;Mikah  â€œI hope you won't be ashamed and want to hide your face after this loss because that's not really my intention.  I just want to win this match to continue my flawless record so far.  And this match is just going to be like this camera...going on until there's no other choice but to blow out the flame and score the pinfall or the win.  Just...like...that.”

Mikah blows out the candle at the end of her sentence, leaving her in the dark.

;;Mikah  â€œHope to see you soon, Misty.”

The smirk that was on her face could be heard in her voice.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

A few shuffling like sounds could be heard before a door being shut was heard before the camera turned off, leaving the screen blank.

It's a strange world Out Therel!
scene iv   |OFF-CAMERA|

Mikah stood there adjusting the dress she was wearing while Gavin had his arms crossed over his chest and a weird look on his face.  She looked at the light purple medieval era dress that she had on before she turned to look at Gavin, who tried not to laugh at her attire.

::Gavin  â€œ...What are you wearing?!”

She just smiled at him before walking over to him and pressing her lips against his, giving him a quick kiss.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm going to be a princess for a few short hours.  And I want you to be a knight for me.  Pretty, pretty please?”

She bats her long, dark lashes at him as he pretends to be uninterested or repulsed by the idea.  She was almost sure that he was going to say no.

::Gavin  â€œWhat do I get in return?!”

He raises an eyebrow at her, smirking in her direction before she pouts just a little bit at him.  She then wraps her arms around his lower waist and pulls him into her just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know I'll do anything for you.  Just please do it!  You don't have to speak, you just have to stand there and look all tough and rugged.”

He smiles at her before leaning down and kissing her again before he pulls back up.  He shrugs his shoulders just a bit.

::Gavin  â€œSure, why not.”

Mikah squeals happily before hugging him then turning to walk away before stopping and pointing over to a corner.

;;Mikah  â€œBy the way, your costume is over there.”

She then walks away, leaving Gavin to find his knight costume as she got prepared for her last and final vocal promo for her match.

It's a Fantasy Land
scene V   |ON-CAMERA|

The scene opens up to see Mikah sitting side-saddle on a white horse that had something taped or strapped onto it's head to make it look like a unicorn.  And in the background was a castle of cardboard with Gavin standing off to the side, in his knight costume that was really just grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt.  And just with that being seen, people would know right away that she was going to talk about the unicorn loving Bombshell, Melody Grace.

;;Mikah  â€œThis probably looks ridiculous, doesn't it?  Because this feels fucking ridiculous and I'm sure it looks even more so.  But why?!  Why the fuck would anybody want to do something like this?  Believe in unicorns and love them so much?   I don't understand it.  It's not real, it's not reality and it will never be reality.  But you know, Melody, I get the appeal of unicorns, their majestic feel to them and the time period that would have gone with them.  I, too, wanted to be a princess...when I was four years old.  Do you want to know what happened to that dream?”

A serious look had crossed upon Mikah's face as she looked at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI  turned five and I realized that life isn't a box of wonderful and that nobody is going to be a princess.  I learned that things aren't going to go your way and that you have to grow up and get a real dream.  I'm really, really sorry that unicorns aren't real, Melody but you need to wake up.  It's almost 2015 and you still love them.  Or maybe you're in love with the thought of them, I really don't know but somebody needs to give you a touch of the real world, make you understand what it's really like in the world in this day and age.”

A rustling was heard and the cardboard castle dropped to reveal the ocean behind her and then she removed her dress, revealing her wrestling attire underneath her dress.  She adjusted the bra like top before checking to make sure that everything else was covered as well.

;;Mikah  â€œThis.  This is the real world.  Where you see slutty girls walking around in shorts that are two sizes too small for them and bikini bottoms that don't even cover a third of their asses.  It's a trashy world but it's where we live and we learn to adapt.  We don't make up worlds where unicorns exist and where things are always so fucking happy because they're not always happy.  They're never really happy unless they have everything going for them.  But that's not ever going to happen either because as a human race, we always want more.  More, more, more.  And it never stops.  So, get rid of that love for unicorns and maybe you'll do something worthwhile, but I honestly doubt it.”

She moves so she's sitting normally in the saddle, one leg on each side of the horse before reaching up and carefully removing the fake horn from its head.

;;Mikah  â€œWhy do you love unicorns so much?  Is a horse not good enough for you, Melody?  Or are you reverting back to your childhood when you believe in everything from fairies to unicorns to Santa Claus?  I'm not sure what your thought process is but whatever it is, it fucking sucks.  It's like I'm wrestling a child instead of a full grown adult.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a creepy thing but it's damn closer to creepy than good, I can assure you that.”

She steadies herself on the horse before looking at Gavin, who seemed to be a bit confused.  Why did she want him dressed in a lame costume if she was just going to take her set down and ruin it?

;;Mikah  â€œAnd then, it appears that you have a weird obsession with my husband!  You are always tweeting at him on Twitter and then seem appalled when he set a unicorn on fire—okay, I did that but it was his idea, outside of your locker room.  Did you really think he was going to bring you a present home from Jamaica from mine and his honeymoon?!  Are you that dim-witted to think that he thought about you while we were on our honeymoon?  Because that just...makes me irritated.  Irritated that you would even think that my husband would think about you makes my skin crawl.  And not because I think you're ugly, because it's obvious that you're not, it's because of this little crush that I'm sure you have on him.  Can't you find your own boyfriend to lust after?!”

Of course, Mikah wasn't really upset with Melody, she was just using it against her for something to say.  She liked Melody more than she wanted to admit and didn't really mind the totally weird friendship that Gavin and Melody had.  It was rather adorable, really.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  Gavin's smart and funny and all these other things but he is mine.  And I don't plan on giving him up any time soon so you can try to snatch him up and make him yours.  He'd probably just point and laugh at your unicorn collection and obsession.  Maybe that's another reason as to why you can't get yourself a little boyfriend.  Maybe they're all embarrassed about you being so in love with unicorns that they just stay away from you, so they don't have to admit that their girlfriend embarrasses them with her adoration with the fake animal.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders once again as she keeps the horse steady as it tried to move.

;;Mikah  â€œBut of course, our match isn't about your obsessions or your lack of love life.  It's about what you can and what you can't do in the ring.  And I hope to high hell that you're qualified to be in the ring because it worries me that you might not be.  Your love for unicorns is the only thing that I can see about you because it's so evident.  You boast about it on Twitter and you even have some weird unicorn ass shit in your entrance, don't you?  I mean, I really don't understand the love you have for unicorns.  I could understand a love for horses or puppy dogs but unicorns?!  They do not exist, almost like I am starting to believe that your brain doesn't exist either.  Or maybe it's been melted away to mush from too much sun.  Who knows.”

Mikah moves the horse a little bit, letting it walk a bit so that it wouldn't get bored of staying in one place.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd the funny thing is?  I don't even really dislike you, Melody.  I like you a whole hell of a lot more than I like your tag team partners, if I'm honest.  But I just don't get your love for the unicorn.  And maybe I should leave it alone, because it's very likely that I will never understand it but it baffles me.  A grown woman loving a fictional animal.  Oh well.  I don't have to understand it to kick your ass come Sunday.  Sorry but if I want to keep my winning streak going, I'm going to have to kick your ass to achieve a victory.  It really isn't personal.  However, I really do hope that you're not crushing on my husband, because then it will be personal and I will not hesitate to take my anger out on you, no matter how much you deny it.  And maybe I'm just some crazy wife that views everything in a different perspective but seriously.  You talk to him a LOT on Twitter and it's just...well, it's weird.”

Mikah stops the horse before easily getting down and off of the horse before walking over to Gavin and stands beside him.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're a nice girl, Melody but being nice isn't going to cut it in this industry.  You need to be more cut-throat willing to do anything it takes to get to where you want to be in your career.  Do you have that?  Are you that type of girl?  Would you turn on your partners come Sunday if it meant that you could have everything you wanted in a wrestling career?  I don't think you would, Melody.  You're too nice, too good for this business and that will be your downfall.  That will be why you will never be the bombshell champion here in Sin City Wrestling and you will just be a girl on the roster with a pretty face and happy demeanor.  It's a shame really.  Because if you'd been a little more mean and a little more willing to do whatever it takes, you and I could've gotten along so well.  What could have been will never be but I've come to learn that life can't always be what you want.  And you can't always get what you want because that just doesn't happen.  It's not fair and it's cruel and it will be a cruel thing to make you lose on Sunday but I didn't come here to slack off and let people like Roxi and Misty beat me in a simple tag team match that I didn't even really sign up for.  I hate tag team matches, actually.  Having to rely on your partners?  No thanks, I'd rather just rely on myself because I know what I can do in the ring and I know that I can get shit done.  And to my partners...”

Her demeanor changed just a little bit as she narrowed her eyes at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œYou better come to the match on Sunday prepared to do anything for the win.  I don't take kindly to bitches who don't know how to hack it in a wrestling ring.  You either want to be there or you don't, and if you don't you better go the fuck away before I make you do just that.  I don't have time for any stupid games.  I'm here to be somebody and to make my name heard and I don't want you two to be the reason why my name is smeared through the mud with a loss, got it?  Good.  So don't fuck up.  Now, Melody...”

She put a half smile on her face as she looked at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI do hope that you don't take this personally, because it's not personal to me.  It's just me doing something that I have to do to get the win and I will do absolutely anything that I have to do to achieve just that.  I hope you understand.  So until Sunday, Melody...”

She blew a kiss to the camera in a mocking way.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

Mikah winked before the camera stopped shooting and then she turned to Gavin and smiled at him.  He just looked a little confused and she leaned up and pressed her lips gently against his.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's go, babe.  We still have some time to be alone together, you know.”

He grinned and she knew that she wouldn't have to tell him twice as they headed back to their hotel, ready for some alone time before Sunday.

 

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 Nurse”, 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  â€œHow 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!”

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  â€œYou 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.”

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  â€œFine, if you want a fat girlfriend, I'll stop running and eat more.  But remember, that was your choice, not mine.”

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  â€œI just want everything to go alright for my first match with this company.  You know, first match and all, has to be impressive.”

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  â€œThe flight to Laughlin, Nevada is ready to board.  All passenger's that are going to Laughlin, Nevada may board the plane now.”

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  â€œYou are taking forever on purpose, Gavin!”

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  â€œI was not!  You didn't have to hit me, now I'm gonna have a bruise for a week.”

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  â€œSeriously!?  I didn't even hit you that hard!  But c'mere...”

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  â€œTime to board the plane, Mr. Stephens.  I have to kick some nurse's ass.”

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  â€œAre we ready yet?”

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  â€œThere's been...a little accident.”

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  â€œI just couldn't...control myself you see.  I just...it just happened.”

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  â€œThe blood...got everywhere and I can't keep it a secret anymore...”

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  â€œIt's not easy getting away with murder...but it is...if there's no body involved.”

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  â€œBut 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.”

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  â€œShe 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.”

Mikah snickered at the thought of college and she sneered at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI 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.”

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  â€œI 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.”

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  â€œTo 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.”

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  â€œAnd 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.”

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.”

Mikah popped her finger into her mouth and sucked off some of the blood as the camera was still filming her actions.

;;Mikah  â€œMmm.   Until next time, ciao!”

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.

 

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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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.