[Christian Underwood]

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[Alexis Edwards]

 Seeking Help: Part 1

**Flashback**
Friday May 20th
Undisclosed Rehab Facility

Twenty-four hours.  That’s how long I’ve been in this place, and I still don’t know what to think about it.  Aside from the first initial meeting with my therapist, Dr. Lambert, it’s been relatively quiet.  Too damn quiet, and I’m starting to think I made a huge mistake in checking myself in this place.  I miss my friends.  I miss Celeste.  And I really fucking miss Tim, and I don’t even know how he’s doing, either.

I barely got any sleep last night, and that shit just isn’t gonna fly with me.  The beds are pretty damn uncomfortable and we’re only allowed one pillow and blanket.  And not only that, but we have shared rooms and my roommate was sawing logs all fucking night.  I think I just might use my pillow to smother her one night if that shit doesn’t stop.  It’s probably best I keep those thoughts to myself, especially if I ever want to get out of this damn place.

While everyone has just been called to the cafeteria for breakfast, I take a bit of a detour to the nurse’s station, or whatever you want to call it in a place like this.  A few of the staff workers are behind the desk, going through some paperwork when one of the older, grumpy looking women looks up at me with a frown.

Grump #1: The cafeteria is that way, miss.

She points behind me and I place my hands on the desk and look to her nodding.  Yeah, I think I could have followed everyone’s lead, dumbass.

Lex: Yeah, I kinda figured that out with everyone walking that way.  Look, I need to talk to Dr. Lambert.

Grump number one lets out a loud obnoxious amused laugh and the other two staff workers behind her laugh as well.  The fuck?  Yeahhh, this place is gonna be loads of fun I can tell.

Grump #1: So does everyone else here, miss, but it doesn’t work that way.  You don’t get to decide when you see your therapist.  Dr. Lambert will meet with you soon to discuss your schedule.  Until then--

Lex: Are you kidding me?  Wow this place is gonna be more like a prison isn’t it?  It’s cool, though, I’ll just go find Dr. Lambert’s office my--

Before I can even finish my sentence, someone grabs my arm and pulls me away from the desk.  I spin around, ready to knock this person the fuck out and the staff workers are quickly on their feet, keeping an eye on this situation.

Redhead: Hey, Liz, I’ll take care of this one.  Show her the ropes and explain how things work.  She’s new, ya know.

Grump number one, apparently named Liz, glances at the redhead who now has her hands on my shoulders and just nods.

Liz: Mmhm...You behave yourself now, Jordan.  And you too, new girl.

The redhead, named Jordan, gives Liz a thumbs up as she leads me away, towards the cafeteria.  Once we’re a safe distance down the hall, I quickly shrug my shoulders demanding her hands get off of me.  She steps in front of me and folds her arms across her chest as she stares at me with a grin.

Jordan: Relax, new girl.  You should be thanking me, because shit like that can get you in a lot of trouble in this place.

I glare at her, folding my arms right back at her.  Who does this bitch think she is?

Lex: Thanks, but I don’t need your help.  Or anybody else’s.  I can take care of myself just fine.

Jordan laughs and shakes her head.  I can tell she’s going to be the problem for me while I’m here, but she doesn’t know a damn thing about me or what I’m capable of so I think I could take her if needed.  

Jordan: Trust me when I say that with that attitude, you’re only going to be in this place longer.  I’m trying to help you.  All you newbies usually walk into this place thinking it’s going to be smooth sailing, but it’s really not.

Lex: Sounds like you’re an expert, huh?  Been in this place for a while?  Well, newsflash, I don’t plan on being in here that long.

Jordan: That’s what we’ve all said, but until you’ve spent some time in here, you won’t know how long you’re going to be here.  What are you in here for anyway?  If you don’t mind me asking.

I let out an annoyed laugh and shake my head.

Lex: That’s not on of your business...Jordan, is it?  My problems are my own so kindly step aside and let me walk to the cafeteria to get some damn food.

Jordan: I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want, but just a heads up.  Your problems aren’t your own.  Part of being here is mandatory group therapy sessions so everybody will hear your problems, chickie.  And if you refuse to talk?  Well...you’ll only be here longer until you decide to talk.

This chick is really starting to annoy me, and I let her know just by narrowing my eyes.  She finally steps aside and lets me get on my way to the cafeteria.

Jordan: One other bit of advice...don’t eat the eggs.  They’re awful!  Hey, I didn’t catch your name!

Lex:  That’s because I didn’t say it!  Thanks for the advice, Jordan, but like I said I can take care of myself!

I follow that statement up with a friendly middle finger.  I hear her laughing as I find my way to the cafeteria, and I’m really not looking forward to finding out just how disgusting the food in this place is.  And it turned out to be pretty terrible.  Except the cereal.  

Lunch was even worse.  About an hour after lunch was over, I was called to Dr. Lambert’s office.  She instructed me to take a seat on what I called the “crazy sofa,” before she took a seat in her own chair with a pen and a pad of paper in front of her.  I fold my arms across my chest and look around, a little lost for words.

Dr. Lambert: So, Alexis, I understand there was a slight incident before breakfast this morning?  Care to tell me about that?

I laugh and roll my eyes.

Lex: What do I need to tell you about it if you apparently already know?  I asked to see you and Grump number one--

Dr. Lambert: Her name is Liz.

Lex: Whatever.  Liz wouldn’t let me talk to you.  She treated me like garbage and it pissed me off, but I guess it’s whatever, isn’t it?

I let out a frustrated sigh and turn my head, pretending not to watch her as she jots something down on her notepad.  Typical.  

Dr. Lambert: No, it’s not whatever, Alexis.  I told you yesterday when you checked in that things will only go smoothly if you cooperate.  We’re not going to work on your schedule, and I need you to understand that.  I have several other patients.

Lex: Well that’s just great.  I’m going to be here longer because you’ve got other patients and I have to wait to sort my shit out until you’re free to see me.  This was a big mistake, but now I’m stuck here until you say it’s okay for me to leave.

Dr. Lambert: I assure you it was not a mistake, Alexis.  Your sessions with me are only going to be one aspect of your treatment.

I let out another annoyed laugh.  Oh, yeah, I heard about another part of my treatment.

Lex: Yeah, I was informed about the other part.  The group therapy bullshit?  I don’t do well with talking around people I don’t know and don’t trust, Doc.  I didn’t sign up for group therapy.

And she starts writing again.  I fucking hate that shit, but she looks up at me a few seconds later.

Dr. Lambert: Not many people do well with group therapy in the beginning, but it’s something you will need to work on.  None of the others are perfect, and they’re certainly not going to judge you for being in the same place they are.

I let out a sigh and look away again.  The way it’s looking, I’m going to be in this place for a long fucking time.  I wonder if I could get Celeste to break me out…

Dr. Lambert: Your first group therapy session is in two hours, Alexis.  Now, I’m not saying you have to talk right away, but what I want you to do is listen.  Listen to the others speak.  Listen to their stories about why they are here and you might come to realize that you can empathize with them.

I still don’t say a word.  Seriously, what the hell have I done?  I know she fed me that “change doesn’t happen overnight” bullshit yesterday, today was a new day and it started out really fucking shitty.

Dr. Lambert: You want help, Alexis.  That much is very clear, as I stated to you yesterday.  But you have to continue wanting help for this to work.  How badly do you want help?

I slowly turn my head and look back to her.  As annoyed as I am, I can feel myself calming down.

Lex: Really fucking bad.  I’m tired of people thinking I have a constant case of PMS or some shit, but I’m telling you that group therapy isn’t my thing.  I don’t open up very easily.  Hell, it took me a long time to open up to my boyfriend.

Dr. Lambert: I’m going to help you with that, Alexis, but you have to trust me.  We’re going to get to the root of your problems, but it’s going to take time.  You’re still young, so just have a little bit of faith and believe in yourself.  Are you willing to at least try?

I stare at her for a moment as I think about it.  I know everybody else here has their fair share of problems, obviously, but that doesn’t mean I trust any of the to open up and talk about my life around any of them.  Fuck, this isn’t going to be fun.  Then again, it’s rehab.  It’s not supposed to be fun, is it?

Lex: I can’t make any promises, but I’ll see how it goes.

Dr. Lambert: As long as you have an open mind.  Everyone else was in your shoes when they first came here.  And some of them didn’t come voluntarily like you did.  Can you tell me more about that?  About what set this all in motion?

I close my eyes and all I can see is Riley sitting in that hospital bed, battered and bruised thanks to me and what I had done to her.  I shake my head, trying to get the memory out of my mind and I take in a deep breath.  Before I know it, I start telling Dr. Lambert about what had happened, and I don’t even pay attention to her jotting more notes down on her notepad.  I just...keep talking.  And she listens.



Present Day
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I think I was more excited about the thought of going to Santa Barbara with Tim, but when we actually got there and before the show even started, I started having second thoughts.  I wasn’t booked in a match and I don’t have much of anything going on, so why did I even have to be at the show anyway?  We could have just hung out back home in Vegas until the card for High Stakes was announced.  But Tim quickly felt the need to be there to confront Kris Halich, even though I felt it was a bad idea.  

So I let him say his peace, and for the remainder of the show we just hung around not doing much of anything. Now I’m staring out the window as Tim is driving us back home to Las Vegas, our second road trip in as many days.  I’ve been quiet most of the drive so far, and after a while he finally notices and he shuts the radio off, and quickly glances over to me.

Tim: Alright, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or do I have to guess?

I turn my attention away from out the window and back to him as he keeps his eyes on the road as much as he can, but he makes it a point to glance at me every so often.  I smile at him, trying to reassure him as best I can.

Lex: I’m fine, babe.  Just a little tired is all.

He laughs and shakes his head.  I know he doesn’t believe me, but it was worth a shot anyway.

Tim: Yeah, nice try.  You might be a little tired, but I know there’s something bothering you.  I thought you were excited to have me go to Climax Control with you?

I keep the smile on my face and nod.  When he moves his right hand to the gear shift, I take his hand in mine.

Lex: I was, and that’s not what is bothering me.  I mean, I was a little worried for you coming back after everything you went through, but I knew you’d ultimately be okay.  I just...Aside from you confronting Kris and just trying to ease back into everything, there was no real reason for me to be there, that’s all.

Tim: Just because you weren’t booked, doesn’t mean you didn’t have to be there.  You know that.  You’re under contract.  You have to show up regardless.

I nod and let out a sigh.  In all honesty, I have no idea how to explain what I mean, or what is on my mind, but I give it a shot anyway.

Lex: No, I know that.  I just...I’m kinda bummed that I have nothing going on right now.  I mean, my feud with Evie is pretty much done now, and now she’s apparently targeting the Bombshell Internet Championship.  Until the card was announced, I literally had no clue who the hell I would be facing.  These random pointless matches are just...annoying.

Tim: I think you’re looking at this triple threat match against Mikah and Sam Marlowe all wrong, babe.  I don’t agree that it was random or pointless at all.

I raise an eyebrow and look at him, slightly confused.

Lex: No?  Come on, you can’t tell me that we were just thrown against one another because none of us were involved in a feud or anything?  That’s what usually happens with the booking when everyone else is already involved in a feud or some sort of title scene.

He laughs and shakes his head.

Tim: Before you challenged Evie to that match at the Halloween show, what did you say?  What did you tell everyone you were planning after your feud was over?

Lex: Babe, just because I wanted to target the Bombshell Championship, doesn’t mean anything now.  I lost to Evie...again.  And now she’s going for the Bombshell Internet Championship, and I’m walking around looking like chopped liver.  Mark and Christian aren’t going to--

Tim: Stop for a second and think about this.  Look at your opponents.  Sam Marlowe...two time former World Bombshell Champion.  Mikah...former longest reigning World Bombshell Champion.

I nod.

Lex: Yeah, and me.  A former Nobody who went to rehab...What’s your---

Tim: This is your change, Lex.  This is the first step to prove you deserve to go for the World Bombshell Championship.  They didn’t just throw you against Mikah and Sam for shits and giggles.

Lex: I wouldn’t doubt that they did, Tim.  I haven’t exactly done a whole lot since coming back.  Maybe I’m just in over my head in thinking I can actually go for the World Bombshell Title.  I wasn’t even a good Bombshell Internet Champion.

He squeezes my hand, trying to reassure me and then he brings my hand up and kisses it.  

Tim: Hey, quit talking like that.  That’s not true at all.  You did good during the time you had the title, but things happen.  Hell, I know that.  We’ve both dealt with our own problems this year, but I think you’re ready to go for it all.  You want to know what I think?

I shake my head and stare at him.

Lex: No.  What’s that?

Tim: Maybe what you need is someone to help you.  Guide you to the title, you know?

Lex: You mean, like a manager or something?

He nods and smiles.

Tim: That’s exactly what I’m saying.  I think that’s the perfect way to get started.

I turn my head and think for a moment, looking out the window again.  I think for a while, wondering who I could get to be my manager, when it hits me.  I should have thought of this sooner.

Lex: You know, you’re right.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner, but I think I know just the person to ask.

Tim: I think I’m thinking of the same person...Well, I was going to suggest one of two people, but--

Lex: Babe, I know you’re thinking I could ask your Dad or Vixen, but...that’s not who I was thinking.  But, I do think I need to talk to your dad about it.

Tim keeps his eyes on the road, but he looks genuinely surprised that I’m not considering Spike or Vixen to be my manager.

Tim: It’s your decision, babe, but I am a bit surprised you didn’t think of one of them first.  Wait...you’re not thinking of asking Misty are you?

I let out a laugh and quickly shake my head.

Lex: Are you kidding me?  I mean, any one of those three would be a great choice, but I think Misty is too happy being a mother to Owen and Eden and planning her wedding to O’Malley right now.  That and Spike and Vixen have the twins, too.  No, I had someone else in mind.

Tim: Ok...who?

Lex: I’ll tell you as soon as I talk to your Dad.  Let’s just get back to Vegas so I can talk to him and then I’ll tell you.  But, trust me, it’s someone I know would lead me to the title.

Tim laughs.

Tim: Alright.  If you say so.  Just focus on this match against Mikah and Sam Marlowe first.  And don’t worry about it, because I know you’ll do fine.

I smile and nod, squeezing his hand in mine.  He focuses on the road as he tries to get us home to Vegas in a timely manner, and I reach forward, turning the radio back on.  I’m in a much better mood than I was before, and I feel better about my chances against Mikah and Sam.  And not only that, but I’m looking forward to my future in SCW...Just so long as I could get this manager on board…



The Next Day
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Since it was late last night when we finally made it back to Vegas, I decided to wait until today to talk to Spike about my plans.  I can only hope he and Vixen won’t be offended by my decision not to ask either of them to be my manager.  They trained me, so I can see why it would only be fitting that one of them become my manager.  But either way, I’ve learned a lot from the Staggs.  Tim included.  And I owe them alot.  Maybe one day I’ll be able to pay them back.  Hopefully.

Spike apparently headed over to Staggs Dungeon a little early this morning to get some paperwork done so he was already gone when I got to Tim’s place.  Tim decided to head over there with me, since he was the one who put the manager idea in my head.  I know he’s probably going to feel a little guilty, as he was expecting me to ask his dad or Vixen, but I would have thought of this sooner or later.  So...same outcome.

We’re walking hand in hand into Staggs Dungeon and I can hear a couple of trainees sparring in the ring.  Once we walk inside, I spot two newer people whom I’ve never met sparring in the ring.  They honestly look to be doing a better job than I ever did.  It’s only a matter of time until they get their first contracts, I think.  I see the door to Spike’s office is open, so I let go of Tim’s hand and start heading towards it.  Tim grabs a hold of my hand again, holding me back for a moment.  I spin around and look at him.

Tim: You sure you don’t want me to talk to him with you?  I’m the one who put the idea into your head.  If he gets mad at you, I should probably be there to defend you.

I laugh and shake my head.  He’s pretty cute when he gets all protective of me, even if he doesn’t need to be.

Lex: Relax, babe.  I’ll be fine.  I would have thought of this eventually, and it’s not your fault I’m not asking your Dad or Vix.

I give him a quick kiss and tell him I’ll be just a few minutes.  He heads on over to one of the benches by the ring to watch the action.  He greets one of the guys on the outside before they watch the trainees, and I head over to Spike’s office.  He’s nose deep in paperwork when I step into the doorway, gently knocking on the door.  He looks up at me briefly, before getting back to his paperwork.

Spike: Oh, hey Lex.  I’m pretty busy right now.

Lex: I can see that, Papa Staggs.  I just need to talk to you.  I’ll be quick.  I promise.

Spike looks up at me, confusion written all over his face.  He motions for me to take a seat and then leans back in his own chair and crosses his arms.

Spike: You’re never going to stop calling me Papa Staggs are you?

I chuckle and shake my head.

Lex: Nope.  And don’t lie.  You know you like it, old man.

He tries to stop himself from grinning but I can tell he’s unable to and he shakes his head.

Spike: So what’s going on?  What’s so important you had to distract me from my mountain of paperwork to talk to me this instant?

Lex: Well, Tim and I were talking last night and...

Spike: Oh shit.  Don’t tell me he got you pregnant?

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.  Did...did he really just ask me that?!  I’m left speechless, which probably doesn’t help any, because I think Spike starts to freak out at the thought of becoming a grandparent before he’s even forty.

Spike: He did, didn’t he?!  This is just great.  How could you two be so--

Lex: Whoa, whoa, whoa!  I’m NOT pregnant, Papa Staggs.  That much I can promise you.

Spike immediately relaxes, but I’m still horrified that he thought that.  I run my hand through my hair and shake my head, and Spike takes in a deep breath.

Spike: You’re not?  Oh thank God for that.  So what is this...Oh don’t tell me you two eloped?!

Seriously?!  Of course he’d go from thinking I’m pregnant to thinking that Tim and I got married.  He must have had too much coffee this morning.  It’s the only explanation.

Lex: Spike!  Relax!  Don’t you think that if either of those cases were true, that Tim would be in here talking to you with me?!  I’m not pregnant and we didn’t get married, so you can calm down.  Geez, lay off the coffee.

I now can’t stop myself from laughing and Spike just nods.  He leans forward in his chair, placing his hands on the desk and then stares at me very seriously.

Spike: Right.  I’m sorry.  I’m just a little confused on what you wanted to speak to me.  What’s going on?

Lex: Well, as I was trying to say.  Tim and I were talking last night, and I kind of have this idea.  I’ve been a little discouraged with how things are going for me in SCW at the moment, and after High Stakes, I really want to try and work my way up to the World Bombshell Championship, so Tim...and I...thought it would be a good idea if I got a manager to sort of guide me.  Help me out a bit.

Spike leans back in his seat again and nods.  He seems to be thinking to himself, but not saying a word so I don’t know what could be on his mind.

Lex: Now, before you say anything, or assume anything...As much as it would be fitting for me to ask you or Vixen to be my manager, I actually have a different person in mind.  But I don’t want you or Vix to be mad at me, or offended that I want to go to someone else.  I mean, I appreciate everything you guys have ever done for me.  You trained me and got me to where I am--

I’m speaking a mile a minute it seems, and I would continue my rambling if Spike hadn’t held up his hand and silenced me.  I take in a deep breath and just stare at him as he offers me a polite smile.

Spike: Alexis, you can relax.  I’m not mad or even offended and I’m sure Vixen won’t be either.  Truth be told, if you had asked either one of us, we probably would have told you no anyway.

Lex: Really?

Spike nods.

Spike: Yes, really.  As you can tell, I’m up to my neck in paperwork here, while trying to be home as much as I can to spend time with my family.  And Vixen has her hands full with the twins quickly approaching the terrible two stage.  It really wouldn’t have worked for either of us to take on that responsibility.  But we would have been honored had you asked.

I breathe a sigh of relief.  Knowing neither of them would be upset with me, makes this that much easier.

Lex: Oh thank God.  I was worried that you guys would be mad since you trained me and all.

Spike shakes his head.

Spike: Of course not.  But I have to ask...who are you considering being your manager?  If it’s Misty I can tell you that’s not--

I quickly shake my head, stopping him before he can finish that thought.

Lex: It’s not Misty, for the same reason you an Vix wouldn’t be able to do this.  Among other things.  The person I have in mind might actually surprise you.  I was a little surprised he was my first choice...

Spike: He, huh?

I can tell by the look on his face that his immediate thought is Tim, so I just end up blurting it out before he can assume anything.

Lex: Austin Parker.  I want to ask Austin Parker if he’ll be my manager.

Spike’s eyes light up in surprise and he just nods his head slowly.  He thinks on my choice for a moment, and I take his silence as a bad sign so I shake my head.

Lex: It’s a bad idea, isn’t it?  You think it’s a bad idea?  Okay, I’ll just have to think of somebody else.  I’m sure I can think of--

He holds up his hand again, stopping my rambling for the second time, and he smiles at me.

Spike: I think it’s a great idea, actually.  I’m not surprised at all that you thought of Austin.

Wait...what?

Lex: Really?  I wasn’t sure because I don’t think he’s ever managed a woman before so even I had my doubts if it was a good idea or not.

Spike: Austin Parker is one hell of a manager, trust me.  I’m a former client of Austin’s so I would know.  I think he’s the perfect choice to help get you to the World Bombshell Championship.  I say go for it.

Lex: Do you think he’ll agree to it?  I mean...he’s J2H’s manager, so he’s probably more focused on that but...

Spike laughs.

Spike: Austin knows what he’s doing.  I think he’d gladly take you on as his client, and when he does, I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll shoot straight to the top of the decision soon after.  Austin Parker made my career, so I owe him a lot.  He might also be managing the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in J2H, but I think he’ll realize that if he manages you?  You could easily do the same with the World Bombshell Championship.

I laugh nervously, my thoughts going straight to Mikah and her championship reign.

Lex: Well, I don’t know about that.  Mikah had a stranglehold on that belt for nine months, and even if I can get a shot at it, I’ll have to go through Crystal Millar as long as she can beat Jessie at High Stakes.

Spike: You have to believe in yourself, Lex.  You have to have confidence and it’ll all fall into place.  Don’t doubt yourself, because I’ve seen first hand how passionate you are.  You’ve had your fair share of struggles this year, and so has Tim, but I’ve seen the both of you becoming better adults after it all.  So you’ve had a couple of losses to Evie Baang recently.  Use that as motivation going into this match against Mikah and Sam.  Don’t be discouraged, alright?

I nod and smile at him.  I guess he, of all people, knows what he’s talking about.

Lex: Thanks Papa Staggs.  I appreciate it.  I really do.

Spike: Don’t mention it.  Just go out there and make us proud.  You want the World Bombshell Championship?  Fight for it.  Bust your ass and prove how much you want it.  And start by beating Mikah and Sam.  But don’t tell Sam I said that...

I laugh and shake my head.

Lex: I won’t.  I know it isn’t going to be easy, but I’ll give it my best shot.

I place my hands on my knees, look around the office and take in a deep breath before I stand up.

Lex: Anyway, I better get going.  I think I’ve taken up enough of your time and I told Tim I’d only be a few minutes.  Thanks again.

Spike: Anytime.

I turn to head out of the office, but he has one last thing to say to me apparently.

Spike: Oh and Lex?

I turn to face him.

Lex: Yeah?

Spike: Don’t go getting yourself pregnant or married, alright?  That would make me upset...

My jaw drops again and I just shake my head, lost for words, but I let out a laugh.

Lex: Seriously, Papa Staggs...Don’t worry about that.  In fact, I’m going to pretend that was never even part of this conversation because it’s just a little too awkward for me.

I continue shaking my head as I turn and walk out of his office.  And he yells out at me.

Spike: I mean it!  I’M TOO YOUNG TO BE A GRANDFATHER!

I burst out laughing and hold my head as I walk up to Tim, praying he didn’t hear his father yelling towards me.  Judging by the confused look on his face, it could go either way.

Tim: So how’d it go?

Oh, good.  He didn’t hear that.  I let out another laugh and shake my head.

Lex: It went...fine.  Just fine.  He actually thinks it’s a great idea, and isn’t made of offended.  Your Dad is pretty cool, you know that?

Aside from his crazy and horrifying thought that his son got me pregnant.  Yeah, that I need to try and forget asap.

Tim: Then what is with that weird look on your face?  What did he say?

I shake my head quickly.

Lex: I’ll tell you later.  Right now, I want to just relax for the next couple of days before I really have to start thinking about High Stakes and this match against Mikah and Sam.  You want to get out of here and go grab a bite to eat?

Tim: Whatever you want to do, babe.  We could even see if C is back yet.  It’s been awhile since the three of us have--

I shake my head.

Lex: I’m not exactly ready to face her just yet since realizing….Well, ya know.  I need to find a way to tell her without it being weird, anyway.

Tim laughs.

Tim: You need to quit making that such a big deal.  You might be bi, but it’s not like you want to be with Celeste or anything, so there shouldn’t be anything weird about it.  You liked that kiss.  Big deal.

Lex: I know, I know.  Look, I don’t want to think about any of that right now.  Let’s just go get something to eat, and you can help me figure out what to say to Austin Parker when I ask him to be my manager.

I take Tim’s hand in mine, quickly leading him away and towards the door.

Tim: Austin Parker, huh?  Great choice...I think.

We both laugh as we head out of Staggs Dungeon and think of where we want to go for some food.  Things are really starting to look up now.  And High Stakes can’t get here soon enough.



I need to be honest here.  This year has been one shitty year.  I started out the year as Bombshell Internet Champion, the highlight of my career thus far, but just a two months into the year, I lost the title to Mercedes Vargas.  It was after that that I started going on a downward spiral.  I could have cashed in my rematch clause and taken the title back right after Mercedes beat me for it, but a part of me didn’t want to.  Hell, I don’t think I knew what I wanted I really wanted at that point.

And then in May everything came crashing down.  After Tim was checked into rehab, I crashed even further.  Cutting myself was no longer helping me, but that’s probably sort of a good thing.  It was at that point that I started drinking more to escape the pain I was in.  Or try to mask it.  But it wasn’t really helping, and my anger was starting to get worse and worse until it finally came to a breaking point and I beat the hell out of my own twin sister.  The more I think about it, I think beating Riley the way I did was my way of beating myself.  Kicking my own ass, because we’re identical.  How could I not see myself when I was practically trying to kill her.  

I was punishing myself, but it almost cost me everything.  I could have been thrown in jail for a long time, but thanks to Riley’s compassion and understanding, she didn’t press charges.  But it was a huge eye opener for me.  At that point I knew what I had to do.  I had to deal with my problems in a healthier way, so I checked myself into a rehab facility, not knowing what my future held for me.  

Since being back, things haven’t exactly gone the way I expected them too.  I thought I was ready, but I don’t think I was.  I think I was blinded by my anger at Evie Baang...among other things...and I let it consume me again.  And look what happened.  I lost.  Twice.  Evie and I ripped each other to shreds...literally...and then I challenged her to a rematch, only to lose that one, too.  It might be only a two match losing streak, but two is enough for me.  It all has to change now.  I’m ready to move on from the mess and chaos that came with my feud with Evie Baang, and I have a much much bigger goal in sight.  

The World Bombshell Championship.

But before I can even think of that, I have two very big hurdles standing in my way.  Two hurdles in the form of two former World Bombshell Champions themselves.  One of them who holds the title of the longest reign.  If ever there was a match that was important to me, it’s this one.  It’s Alexis Edwards, former Nobody and Bombshell Internet Champion, versus longest reigning World Bombshell Champion, Mikah, and former two-time World Bombshell Champion, Samantha Marlowe.  

It’s been over a year since I last faced Samantha Marlowe.  August twenty-third of last year.  Summer XXXTreme III.  My first supercard match.  I defeated Sam in that match, but if I’m being honest here, things could very well be different going into this match at High Stakes VI.  I’m actually expecting them to be different, because she’s improved a hell of alot since then.

Sam and I have both had training from Spike and Vixen Staggs.  So, I should know what to expect from her, but I really don’t.  I mean, she’s a two-time former World Bombshell Champion.  She ended Mikah’s reign the same night that Mercedes Vargas ended my reign as Bombshell Internet Champion at My Bloody Valentine.  Mikah had the title for nine months.  NINE MONTHS!  Someone could have had a damn baby in that amount of time, so I know Sam Marlowe should not be taken lightly at all.

And I don’t plan on taking her lightly.

As much as I respect Sam, I have to use her to send a message.  To Mark Ward.  To Christian Underwood.  And too every single one of the fans watching in attendance and on scwrestling.net.  As great as Sam Marlowe is…

I intend to be greater.  I’m determined to be greater.  

I admit, I was nervous as hell when I first found out about this match.  Discouraged, if you will.  I thought I’d faced the toughest competition yet when I faced Evie Baang twice, but after a couple of much needed pep talks, I knew that going up against Mikah and Sam was a test.  My first test.  A test I intend to win.

I know Sam has been in a bit of her own funk since losing the World Bombshell Championship, but she shouldn’t be.  Sam is a great competitor, which is why this match is so important.  I don’t know how she’s preparing for this match.  I don’t know if she’s worried about facing me, but I know either way...she’ll bring all she has going into this match.  Because there’s one other factor...One other person.

Mikah.  The new Mrs. Drake Green.  And that thought right there is nerve wracking in its own right.

I’ve never faced Mikah before.  Truth be told, I’ve been terrified to face her, even when we were on friendly terms when she was the champion.  I played it up that I didn’t want to go after the title she held...that she deserved it more, but I know people didn’t believe me.  For good reason.

I was, and still am, afraid to face her.  I don’t know if I can beat her.  Even now knowing that she’s been out of action for the last month and a half.  That doesn’t matter to me, because it doesn’t erase the fact that Mikah has been one fierce competitor in SCW, and I can’t just shrug off everything she has accomplished.  She’s been sort of wandering around this year since losing the World Bombshell Championship, showing little interest in getting the title back.  It’s a little confusing, but I know it could all change in a single second.

I’ve noticed a change in Mikah recently.  She’s not the bitchy mean girl knock off that people used to make her out to be, but I can relate to that.  I’ve changed alot, too.  I think alot of that, for Mikah, has to do with marrying Drake Green.  THAT I was not expecting, but then again, who was?  And, oddly enough, it seems to be working.  So more power to them.

I don’t know what side of Mikah we’re going to see in this match.  I don’t know what it is she wants out of her wrestling career anymore, but I think I could use that to my advantage.  As tough and unpredictable as this match may be, I think I’m the only one going into this match with a clear head and clear goals in my mind.  And as much as both Mikah and Sam will bring to the ring?  I’ll bring that much more.

Out of the three of us, I think I have the most to lose in this match.  Mikah and Sam...they’ve already proven themselves.  Some people probably think I have, too, but I’ve barely touched the surface.  Mikah and Sam will be my biggest test to date, and I’m more determined than ever.  I need to prove that I’ve changed.  That I’m better than I was earlier this year.

I’m throwing away my Nobody hoodie, and the status that came with it, and moving on to actually becoming SOMEBODY.  I need to prove myself worthy of going after the World Bombshell Championship, and whoever may be holding it after High Stakes VI.  Whether it be Crystal Millar or Jessie Salco.  I know I have what it takes to hold that title, and I’m going to prove it.  It starts with Mikah and Sam Marlowe next week.

And then, I’ll work my way through anybody and everybody they put against me to get my shot.  Mark my words, people.  Alexis Edwards will be World Bombshell Champion next year.  

And it all starts Sunday November twentieth.  The stakes….have never been higher.        

[Mikah]

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "MARRIED LIFE."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 11
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

Mikah sat on her couch in the morning, her cup of Starbucks’ peppermint mocha set between her legs on the couch.   She glances at the time on her smart phone to see that it was just a few minutes past 8:30 a.m. and frowns as Drake was still upstairs.   She had gotten up nearly three hours ago, went on an hour run before she helped Leighton finish getting ready for school.   She had even managed to stop at Starbucks and get her favorite seasonal drink and pick up Drake’s favorite coffee as well and she found herself back at home, sitting on her couch, staring out the window.  

She didn’t have the television on because she didn’t want to listen to all the negativity and hate that was going on in America since it had been announced that Donald J. Trump was going to be the 45th president of the United States of America.   She wasn’t sure how she felt about it but she was sure that she didn’t want neither candidate to win the presidency.   And in her mind, she wondered if Donald Trump would even last the next four years or if he’d get assassinated or impeached within that time frame.

::DRAKE   “What are you doing babe?”

She had jumped a little as Drake walks into the living room to see her sitting on the couch, just looking out the window.   She smiles at him and nudges the Starbucks cup in his direction.

;;MIKAH   “Just thinking.   About a lot of things.   It’s about time you came downstairs, I was starting to miss you.”

She pouts her bottom lip out just a bit and he chuckles as he grabs his cup of coffee and sits down on the couch next to her.   She continues to pout as she looks at him, watching as he takes a drink of his coffee.   He chuckles before leaning over and kissing her.

::DRAKE   “Good morning, babe.”

;;MIKAH   “Good morning, babes!”

She smiles cheerfully at him as she picks her cup up and takes a sip of the pepperminty-chocolatey goodness.   She leans into him as he places one arm around her shoulders along the back of the couch.

::DRAKE   “So, Donald Trump is going to be our next president…”

Her face doesn’t change as she looks at him, pulling her feet underneath him as she snuggles closer into him.   She was loving married life; more than she had ever enjoyed it before.   The first time she had been married, it was a complete and utter disaster.   Her second marriage proved to be a sham after he couldn’t handle the pressure of not being in the spotlight.   It was as if he expected her to always be in the shadows of his success but she didn’t have time for that or his success, she made her own.   She knew that she loved Drake more than she had ever loved Gavin, even though she hadn’t dated Drake all that long before marrying him but when you know, you know.   Another reason she knew that this marriage was different than the others?   They had started talking about babies and she was starting to get a touch of baby fever.

::DRAKE   “Miks, are you okay?”

She smiles at him as he had brought her out of her thoughts and she nods her head sipping on her peppermint mocha some more.

;;MIKAH   “Yes, I’m okay.   I was just thinking about how much I love you.   As cheesy as it sounds.”

Her cheeks flush a light pink color and she looks away from him for a moment.   She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of--at least not in front of him, her husband.   But she was still getting used to showing affection and emotions and learning to be okay with it.

::DRAKE   “I love you too and I think about that a lot too.”

She smiles at him before looking out the window as a few cars drove by her house and for a moment, she froze.   She was terrified for only a split second as a car drives slowly by her house.   She had been pretty careful in the past month and a half not to show herself around.   She had taken time off of SCW because of Cameron and his antics and now, she was certain he’d be around now that she was booked in a triple threat match.

::DRAKE   “Babe?”

He could now pick up on when she felt uneasy or scared because he’d been with her steadily since filming had wrapped up.   She had relaxed visibly after being home a week and had no incidences with Cameron and Drake had stopped being so worried about her.   But he could sense that she was feeling uneasy.

;;MIKAH   “I’m okay.   Just. . .”

She hesitates, not wanting to seem as if she was paranoid or as if she overreacted to every little thing and she didn’t want to be seen as crazy.   She looks at him, struggling with her inner workings of her mind.   She was slowly getting better at voicing her concerns to him but it took a little time and some patience on his end.

;;MIKAH   “Worried, I guess.   I’m going to be back in action with SCW for the first time since the last Supercard...and I haven’t seen Cameron since…”

::DRAKE   “Maybe he’s given up.”

She smiles at him but the expression didn’t meet her eyes.   She wanted to be hopeful that Cameron had given up and decided to be a decent human being but in the pit of her stomach, she didn’t believe that at all.   She believed he was just waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to insert himself into her life once more.

;;MIKAH   “I hope so.”

She didn’t want to go back to feeling as if she always had to look over her shoulder, worrying about when Cameron would show up and what he would do.   However, she did seem unsteady about dipping her toes back into the wrestling world.   Because that’s where Cameron’s obsession had started and she wasn’t even sure when his obsession had really started but he had been bold enough since August to insert himself in her life.

::DRAKE   “Hey, it will be okay, Miks.   I promise you.   I’ll go with you this time and he won’t have the chance to even confront you with me beside you.”

;;MIKAH   “Are you sure?   He’s pretty intelligent.”

She didn’t want to admit that she thought that Cameron was smart but he was.   He knew how to play it cool and as if things were a coincidence.   And for a while, he’d even had Drake believing that Mikah was maybe just being paranoid.   But the roses had been the last straw and Drake believed Mikah ever since.

::DRAKE   “Yes, I won’t let him get to you.   I promise.”

She smiles at him before leaning up and kissing him full on the mouth, pressing into him just so with her upper body.   She couldn’t even begin to express how much she loved him but she did.

;;MIKAH   “Okay.”

::DRAKE   “Now about that baby discussion we were having last night. . .”

She gives him a look before pushing him away just a little bit.

;;MIKAH   “Dra-aake!”

He laughs before grabbing her coffee and setting it down on the coffee table before pulling her onto his lap and looking at her.   He places his hands on her hips before looking at the simple tee shirt that she had paired with black leggings.   He slides a hand onto her stomach, rubbing it softly before leaning in and kissing her lips.

::DRAKE   “We could start a family, you know.”

;;MIKAH   “But then I couldn’t compete…”

Drake nodded his head, agreeing with what she had said. It was hard for Mikah to imagine stepping away from the ring for a year or so.   But she knew that eventually she would have to because she’d want to start a family with Drake.

::DRAKE   “That would be the idea, babe.”

She smiles at him as she moves off of his lap.   This discussion wasn’t something she enjoyed talking about and it only brought back memories.   Memories she didn’t necessarily liked to relive.

::DRAKE   “I’m going to go take a shower, babe.   We can talk about this some other time.”

She loved that he was understanding and that he didn’t want to push her just yet.     He kisses the top of her head before getting up to go take a shower in their master bathroom.   She sits on the couch, reminiscing.

FLASHBACK TO BETWEEN 2008 AND 2009.

She sat in some hotel room, staring at the wall as she waited for the pregnancy test on the counter table to finish processing.   She couldn’t believe that she was in this place or predicament.   She had been feeling weird for a little over two weeks.   She sighs a bit, feeling nervous as her husband was passed out in the bed beside her as she sat up.   She had felt weird calling him her husband as they never really acted like spouses.   It was a legit drunken wedding and they weren’t really ones to be married but he had been stubborn and refused to give her the divorce she had wanted after their marriage came to light.   She hadn’t wanted to be married to him but he disappeared and she didn’t have a choice until he randomly kept popping up again and again.

She moves slightly and grabs the pregnancy test off the table and looks at it as the blood runs cold in her veins as she sees the little pink plus sign on the test.   She was pregnant.   Pregnant with Alexander Fabb’s baby that she didn’t want.   She couldn’t be a mother to the baby of a man she despised whole heartedly.   Her hand starts to shake as she stares at it.   She was already a mother to a three year old little girl, she couldn’t be a mother again.   Not when her career was only starting to take off.

╣╗ALEXANDER FABB   “Hmm..um…”

She glances over to see him reach for her in the bed, even though she wasn’t there.   She was standing at the foot of the bed staring at the positive pregnancy test.

╣╗ALEXANDER FABB   “Miks...where are you?!”

His voice was laced with sleep and she could barely understand him as he searched for her in the bed.   She watches him, her heart beating wildly against her chest.   There were times that she found him adorable but mainly, she wanted to punch him in the face.   But the sex was good and she didn’t care about the bag of drugs he liked to abuse because she had fun when she was with him.

;;MIKAH “DON’T call me that!   My name is Mikah, Alexander.   YOU know that.”

╣╗ALEXANDER FABB   “Mmkay, Miks.   Whatever you say.”

She scowls as he continues to pat the bed, feeling for her as if she was magically going to appear out of nowhere.   She rolls her eyes before looking at the pregnancy test once more before putting it in her purse, deciding to deal with it later as she climbed back into her temporary husband.

END OF FLASHBACK.

She reaches up and touches her face, the tears having been on her face without her realizing it.   She didn’t know that she would regret what she had chose to do back when she had found out she was pregnant with Alexander’s baby.   She chose to ignore it and kept competing, endangering the life of her baby.   She had a miscarriage after a month of finding out and she promised to herself that she’d forget about it and not think about it.   She’d been a trainwreck when she was married to Alexander Fabb.   She had done drugs, taking whatever pill it was that Alexander handed to her and drank more than she ever had a year ago.   And now she was ashamed to admit that she was in a worse place than most people knew.   She sniffles and wipes her tears just as Drake walks into the room, dressed for the day.   A concerned look crosses his face as he walks over to Mikah and sits down, cupping her face in his hands.

::DRAKE   “Baby, what’s wrong?   Why are you crying?!”

She looks at him, the tear still in her eyes but not spilling down her face.

;;MIKAH   “I’m scared to have another baby, Drake.   I had two miscarriages in the past.   And the first one was my fault.”

He was the first person that she admitted that to out loud to.   She never told Christian because she didn’t want him to view her any differently.   But she felt that she had to tell Drake to let him know what he was dealing with.

::DRAKE   “Babe, it’s not your fault.   The miscarriage wasn’t your fault.”

He pulls her into him and kisses the top of her head as a tear or two spills down her cheek.   She didn’t like the vulnerable side to her but she was embarrassed to show it to her husband.

;;MIKAH   “I knew I was pregnant, Drake and I still wrestled.   I didn’t want the baby; the father was a drug addict and I was close to one and an alcoholic…I didn’t care about that baby.   I just...I was selfish and I wanted to do whatever I wanted.   I ignored the positive pregnancy test, telling myself it was a lie and that I’d be fine and that I wasn’t pregnant.   But when I didn’t stop bleeding, I knew what was happening and I went to the doctor’s to confirm it…”

He wipes her tears again before just holding her.

::DRAKE   “It’s not your fault.”

She wanted to believe him and maybe she would some day but right now, she felt like the worst person in the World.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "STRIP IT DOWN."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 11
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•

There weren’t any theatrics this time, just Mikah sitting on the couch in her New York City home.   Drake had been asked to take Leighton to the movies for the night so that Mikah could concentrate on putting together a promo.   She sits there, her legs crossed dressed in a pair of skinny jeans with a bit of distressed marks on them and a pair of brown riding boots that went almost to her knees.   She had on a teal, navy, and white plaid button up shirt with a pocket on the left side of it.   She normally wasn’t one for plaid but she wanted to look friendly.   And after she had put the outfit on, she actually liked it.

She had a camera set up in the middle of her living room and she was going to record her own thing before uploading it to the site.   She didn’t have the time to get a SCW camera man to come out to her house and didn’t really want to either for a chance that Cameron may have weaseled his way into doing it.   She grabs the remote and presses the record button before storing it underneath her leg.

;;MIKAH   “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it SCW?”

A smile crosses her face as she reminds herself to keep the smirks from her face as she wasn’t supposed to be horrible anymore.

;;MIKAH   “The last time any of my fans or anybody in SCW has seen me compete was at Violent Conduct III when I lost to Kate Steele.   I know, it’s upsetting but it’s okay, it’s not like the match mattered for anything other than a silly little match that Kate wanted.   Did I want it?   No.   But that’s okay, I don’t care.”

She smiles before shrugging her slender shoulders.

;;MIKAH   “Several people have asked me why I’ve been gone and there’s even been some weird rumors floating around out there but I’m not going to dwell on them or tell you what they were, they don’t matter.   What matters is this: in less than two weeks, I will be back.”

She tried to plaster a cheerful smile on her face, trying to hide the fact that she was a little nervous about possibly running into Cameron again.

;;MIKAH   “It doesn’t matter why I was gone for a month and a half or so; all that matters is that come next Sunday, I’m going to be back and doing exactly what I love: wrestling.   And of course, being on Despy’s side and I will cut a bitch if I have to.   So if Ruby Rose decides to interject herself in the match, she will be taken care of.”

She shoots the camera a look that was meant for Ruby Rose or Travis Nathaniel Andrews, she didn’t care but she knew it’d get to Ruby one way or another.

;;MIKAH   “And here’s another thing, people are asking why I came to Despy’s rescue at Climax Control and why I decided to return then and there.   I wanted to scream at those people and ask if they’ve ever paid attention!   It’s Despy!   I love Despy as a friend and I will always do anything it takes to make sure he’s okay or whatever it takes because I solely believe he’s the only person in SCW that has a heart of gold and the purest soul.   And that’s worth protecting and I will do it as long as I can, if not longer than that.”

She straightens herself up on the couch before smiling warmly at the camera again.

;;MIKAH   “But let’s move on...on to something that is actually pressing on my mind.   The match.   The triple threat match that I’ve been booked in for High Stakes.   Another triple threat match and if I was that person, I’d whine and bitch and complain that I was booked in yet another triple threat match for like the fourteenth time or so.   But you know what?   Past experience says that I’m good at triple threat matches and I welcome all challenges that are brought to me.   Have I always came out on top?   No, but in triple threat matches, the wins don’t lie.”

She shrugs her shoulders, having remembered that she had been booked in several triple threat matches when she was the Bombshell Champion.

;;MIKAH   “Now, my opponents on the other hand. . .they are both great competitors themselves but you have to think, am I better than them?   Or can I beat them?   And yes, I think I can beat both Samantha Marlowe and Alexis Edwards.   And I’ve never faced Alexis Edwards before but as good as she is in the ring, I’m better.   There’s a reason that I was the Bombshell Champion for nine months and it wasn’t because I was a push over.”

She sits up a little straighter, tugging her shirt down a bit.

;;MIKAH   “But then people are probably wondering if I can beat Samantha Marlowe, since she was the one to upset my championship reign.   I won’t make excuses for what happened that night but I’ll give her credit where credit is due.   She deserved to win that night as she was the better competitor and her mind was in the right place and she had done something that the other bombshells couldn’t do and that was defeat me for the championship.   So, there’s that but that doesn’t mean that I can’t beat her; everybody can be beaten.   I just haven’t had the opportunity until now to face her again and to prove that I can beat her.”

She wasn’t sure if she was excited to step in the ring with two women who were known for being good in the ring or not.

;;MIKAH   “But both Alexis and Samantha know how I work in the ring; even if Alexis and I haven’t stepped foot in the ring, she knows.   They know what to expect to a certain extent but they don’t know what I’m going to be bringing to the table after being away for a month a half.   Have I changed some things in my arsenal?   Maybe.   Am I little more unpredictable?   Maybe.   But this is just going to be a match that’s a stepping stone to where I want to get.   And do you want to know where I want to get?”
A smile spreads across her face and she leans forward.”

;;MIKAH   “I want my championship back.   That’s right, I’ve finally decided that I’m done being thrown around in matches that don’t really matter and I’m going to do everything I can to get a shot at Crystal Millar’s Bombshell Championship.   And past history says, if I go up against Crystal, she’s as good as done being the Bombshell Champion.   And that’s not me being a bitch, that’s me looking at the facts.   Crystal can’t beat me; she hasn’t beaten me since I started here.   And Alexis, I know that you’re looking to build your way up to the Bombshell Championship as well and well, take a number and wait in line.   I never truly got my rematch for the Championship.   The true one-on-one match that I deserved.   And that’s fine because at the time I didn’t want it; I was done with being in the spotlight twenty-four seven and I was done with all the pressure that I felt to be the best at every single show.   It became exhausting and it led me to drink more than I wanted to drink.”

She stops to think for a moment and sighs before running a hand through her messy blonde locks.

;;MIKAH   “Which is another thing that I’d like to address, I would like to apologize for being a working hazard in January and the months before.   It wasn’t right to be drunk at the show but I will be honest with you, I was never drunk or under the influence of alcohol when I had a match.   That mattered to me.   But I apologize for being such a hazard backstage.”

She shrugs a bit, a genuine expression on her face.

;;MIKAH   “I am ready to compete full time now.   I’m ready to take on the responsibility of showing up for my matches when I’m booked and even when I’m not booked.   Because that’s what my contract says and while I had a good month and a half off, I’m ready to be back.   But Alexis, Samantha, if you must know, just because I wasn’t around for that month and a half, it doesn’t mean that I’ve been slacking around or that I have ring rust.   It just means that I’ve had that time to better myself as a competitor and I’ve learned from a few of the bests the past month.   I’ve tried to take in what they’ve taught me as we worked on my craft and everything else.     I’m ready to take the win that I deserve.”

She shakes her hair out before brushing it out of her face.

;;MIKAH   “And that’s not saying that Alexis and Samantha don’t deserve to win because I’m sure that they do deserve to win.   I just deserve it more.   I deserve to feel that rush of adrenaline that overtakes you when you get the pinfall or submission victory and to hear the fans cheer or boo, depending on whether or not they like you.   That is a rush that I haven’t been able to find elsewhere.   And I can’t quit it.   But here’s the thing, girls.   You’ve been around lately and whether or not you’ve been successful in your matches or not, you’ve had that rush and I’ve lost that rush and I want it back.   So there’s not going to be any bullshitting between us when it’s time to step in the ring.   It’s going to be us three competing against one another.   No semantics.”

She smiles again, warmly at the camera.

;;MIKAH   “It will be three of the biggest Bombshells in SCW stepping foot in the ring.   And sure, maybe none of us have a championship right now but our names have been the ones that have garnered attention in the past.   I had a nine month championship reign, Sam, you were the one to upset me, and Alexis?   You’ve been in the spotlight for a lot of things from the group you were into being in a feud with Evie Baang.   So all three of us know what it’s like to have a taste of the spotlight and we are three of the biggest names that SCW has to offer.   And there’s one thing other than a win that I want from our match at High Stakes. . .”

She stops for a moment, the silence in her house lingering between her and the camera.   She stays quiet, just listening to the silence as a minute or two passes by, the smile still pressed on her face.

;;MIKAH   “I want our match to steal the show.   I want it to be bigger than Crystal Millar and Jessie Salco fighting for the Bombshell Championship and I believe that it can be.   Because why should they get the credit for the match stealer of the night?   Jessie Salco asked for the opportunity to be the number one contender to Crystal Millar’s championship.   She didn’t earn anything to get that opportunity.   She didn’t compete in match after match, earning her way up to it.   No, she asked for it.   So we need to prove that we’re better than they are and that we are willing to earn the shot for the championship.”

She tries not to glare as she thinks about it more but she takes a deep breath and relaxes for a moment or so.

;;MIKAH   “So girls, here’s to a spectacular match with the three of us stealing the show…”

She smiles again before standing up and adjusting her top a bit and bending over to be eye level with the camera also giving it a small glimpse of her cleavage.

;;MIKAH   “Can’t wait to see you two soon…”

She grabs the remote discreetly and holds it behind her back.   She blows a kiss to the camera with her free hand.

;;MIKAH   “Ciao.”

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "THE MOM LIFE."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 9
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE iii
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She had promised Leighton that she could invite her best friend over for the night and now she was almost regretting it as she watches the two eleven year olds skip out of the school together before running to Mikah’s car.   She puts her sunglasses back over her eyes as they girls pile their stuff in the front seat before climbing into the backseat, Mikah officially feeling like a chauffeur.   She liked Leighton’s friend, Milena but they were sometimes wild and it made Mikah worry for her daughter’s high school years.

≤≥LEIGHTON   “Hi, mom!   Can we get Starbucks on the way home?!   Please, mom, pleeeeease!”

Leighton smiled at her mom and then looked at Milena and crossed her fingers, hopeful that Mikah would do as she wanted her to.

;;MIKAH   “Yes, Leighton we can stop at Starbucks before going home.   Milena, what is it that you like at Starbucks?   Leighton always gets the white chocolate peppermint mocha frappuccino this time of year.”

Milena looked at Leighton with a surprised look before shrugging her shoulders.   Mikah carefully maneuvers her car out of her parallel parked space to drive them to the Starbucks.

ΦΦMILENA   “I just want a salted caramel hot chocolate.   I’m not much of a coffee drinker.”

Mikah smiles at Milena in the rearview mirror of the car before focusing back on driving.   She glances at Leighton, discreetly as the two talk quietly about their day.   Mikah smiled to herself.   Maybe it was a good thing that Leighton was going to have a friend over because then she wouldn’t be asking Mikah to do a million things with her over the course of the weekend.   Mikah wasn’t planning on going to L.A. until Sunday afternoon and she was curious as to how Leighton was going to react.   Mikah had been home with her daughter full time since her absence from SCW and Leighton had expressed how much she enjoyed spending time with her mother and loved that Mikah was home.

≤≥LEIGHTON   “Mom, can Milena and I sleep in the basement in the theater room!?   And watch movie after movie!?”

Mikah nodded her head as she drove through the busy streets.

;;MIKAH   “As long as you remember not to really mess anything up.   And clean up your mess, Leighton.   Last time you left popcorn all over the floor.”

≤≥LEIGHTON   “Sorry mom, we’ll clean up the mess.”

Mikah smiles to herself before pulling into the Starbucks and getting in the drive thru line.   She glances back at the two friends before shaking her head.   Leighton was much better at making friends than she was and she was glad.   However, Leighton hadn’t talked to her about boys yet but Mikah was okay with that.   She moves up in line and rolls down her window.

§§STARBUCKS BARISTA   “Hi, welcome to Starbucks!   What can I get for you today?”

;;MIKAH   “Yes, I’d like a venti Peppermint mocha with no whipped cream, a grande salted caramel hot chocolate, and a grande white chocolate peppermint mocha with extra whipped cream.”

She smiles at Leighton in the mirror who was excited to get her drink.   Mikah smiles to herself as the barista tells Mikah the total.   She pulls forward to the window and grabs her wallet and pulls out some cash.   She hands the lady the money before they wait a few minutes.   The lady hands the drinks out in a carrier and thanks them.   Mikah smiles before pulling ahead before giving out the drinks.

ΦΦMILENA   “Thanks, Mikah.”

;;MIKAH   “You’re welcome, Milena.”

She was glad that Leighton had polite and nice friends for the time being.   She knew that it would change as she had been horrible in high school.

FLASHBACK TO WHEN MIKAH WAS 15 YEARS OLD.

Mikah laughs as she walks into the high school that she and her sister MiKayla attended.  She was with a group of her friends and her flavor of the week, Holden had his arm around her waist, pulling her into him so that their hips bumped into each others as they walked.  She didn't care that his arm got lower and lower as time passed.  She didn't care that more than once she caught his eyes looking down the front of her shirt or openly staring at her breasts, she just didn't care.

♪♪CLAIRE  “Where's that sister of yours?!”

Their favorite past time had been picking on MiKayla because Mikah did it so often that they just followed suit but when Mikah ruled the school, there weren't many people who challenged her.

;;MIKAH  “I don't know.  Who fucking cares?!  She probably has her pointed nose in a book.  She studies waaaaaaaay too much for a fifteen year old.  She was bitching at me last night because I went to Holden's party instead of staying home and studying.”

♪♪CLAIRE  “How annoying.  How'd you shut her up?”

Mikah gave her friend a look before rolling her eyes before feeling Holden's fingertips slip between the waistband of her skirt and her skin.

;;MIKAH “I told her to shut up and leave me alone.  And when that didn't work, I threw my grade point average in her face because it's higher than hers and I don't have to study.”

A shrug easily rolled off of Mikah's shoulders as they walked to the hallway to their lockers.  People scattered around them, leaving a space for the group to find their lockers and so they wouldn't be in their way.

◙◙HOLDEN  “How come you’re the hot one and your sister. . .is well, not?”

;;MIKAH  “Do you think I know?  I’ve only asked God a million times how I ever shared a womb with that creature.”

She shudders at the thought before placing her bag in her locker and grabbing the things she would need for her first class.  A smirk plays on her face.

;;MIKAH  “I have an idea. . .”

-LATER THAT SAME DAY-

Mikah walks into her house to see MiKayla sitting at the dining room table with her book out, studying already.  Mikah rolls her eyes before walking over to her twin sister and closing the book, snapping MiKayla out of her trance.

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “Hey!  I was studying, Mikah!”

;;MIKAH  “Well, now you’re not.  You’re going to come to Bryant’s party with me.  I don’t want to go alone and all of my friends are busy.”

MiKayla looked skeptical at her twin sister as they hadn’t ever really done anything together as a unit.  She sits back and crosses her arms over her chest.

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “Why do you want me to go with you, Mikah?  You don’t even like me and you make my life miserable at school.”

;;MIKAH  “Kayla, you’re my sister!  It’s my duty to make your life miserable and I think it’s time you spend some time away from your books.  Mom and Dad won’t care and it’s a Friday night!  This is what we’re supposed to do!”

MiKayla sighs and gives in, agreeing with whatever Mikah wanted.  Mikah smirks to herself before pulling her sister up to her feet and making her go upstairs with her to get dressed.  Mikah had to lend her clothes because nothing that MiKayla had would work for the party.  Mikah hadn’t cared because what was going to happen was so much better.

The time moved fast and soon, they both were walking into Bryant’s house as there were a lot of people there.  And people from other schools too.  Mikah smirks as she gets handed a drink and Holden appeared next to her before leaning down and engaging Mikah with a small make out session.

◙◙HOLDEN  “Hey, MiKayla.”

MiKayla just waved at her sister’s boyfriend of the moment as she looked around, obviously uncomfortable.  Holden laughs before pulling his friend into the group.

◙◙HOLDEN  “Hey, Kayla, have you met my buddy Darren here?  He’s into studying too.  I think you two would get on great.”

Again, MiKayla looked skeptical and Mikah rolled her eyes, growing irritated with her too cautious sister.  She pushes MiKayla towards Darren.

;;MIKAH  “Go, have fun.  Stop being so stupid, Kay.”

MiKayla sighs before agreeing to try to be a normal teenager.  Mikah laughs before kissing Holden, his hands winding down her back and onto her butt, groping it before she pulls them into the kitchen to get a drink.  Mikah was enjoying herself, enjoying being at the party and having a good old time while keeping her plan of action in her mind.

◙◙HOLDEN  “Let’s go dance...give Darren and MiKayla a while to get used to one another and acquainted.”

Mikah laughs before letting Holden pull her out to where there were other couples dancing.  He turns her around so that her back is pressed into his chest and her butt was in his crotch as they begin to dance, their bodies grinding against one another.  He groans a bit as he places his hands on her hips.

◙◙HOLDEN  “You’re so fucking hot, Mikah.”

;;MIKAH  “I know.”

She smirked before turning her head to the side and meeting his lips with a kiss as he slips his hands up the skirt of her dress, discreetly.  They enjoyed doing risque things together and got a rise from one another, pushing to see how far they could push one another.

;;MIKAH  “Do you think it’s been long enough yet?”

◙◙HOLDEN  “No, let’s give them an hour or two.  Let MiKayla really feel as if she belongs here.”

She sighs before pouting her bottom lip out.

;;MIKAH  “But she doesn’t!  She doesn’t belong here, Holden!”

◙◙HOLDEN  “This was your idea, babe.  Just let it play out, remember?  Kat will show her that she doesn’t belong here.”

Mikah grins before turning and kissing him again, a bit aggressively.  The party goes on for another two hours before Mikah nods in Kat’s direction.  Kat marches over to Darren and MiKayla who were dancing and kissing occasionally.

╝╝KAT  “Who the fuck do you think you are, slut!?”

Kat was screaming at MiKayla, who’s eyes were wide as saucers as she looks at Kat then at Darren.  Mikah carefully walks up behind MiKayla standing there.

╝╝KAT  “Do you think it’s okay to slut around with my boyfriend?!  I thought you were smarter than that!  God, you’re so stupid.”

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “I...we...I thought.”

Kat laughs, coldly as MiKayla stammers over her words.

╝╝KAT  “What?  You thought that he liked you!?  Please don’t think that you’re worth anything to this world because you’re not.  You were used as a pawn tonight, to see just how far you’d go to be popular.  And it seems you’d love it.”

Mikah grins before dumping two cups of beer over her twin sister’s head, a smirk on her face and MiKayla gasps before turning to see her twin sister standing there, that arrogant smirk on her face.

;;MIKAH  “Oops.  Sorry.”

Mikah shrugged as if she was really sorry but the look on her face had said anything but that.  MiKayla runs out of the party, trying not to cry as Holden pulls Mikah to him, his arms snaking around her waist.

◙◙HOLDEN  “And that’s why they call you the Queen.”

He grins at her before leaning down and kissing her lips again.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Mikah sighs as the flashback plays through her mind.  She needed to reach out to her sister to apologize for her previous actions.  She had been horrible to MiKayla because their parents favored her over the two and Mikah couldn’t deal with it.  She had been parked in her driveway for a good five minutes now as she relived that flashback over and over.  Milena and Leighton had run inside to do whatever it was they did when Mikah’s phone rings and she frowns before seeing her brother Mitchell’s name on the screen.  She swipe to the right to answer and puts it on speaker phone.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, Mitchell?”

≡≡Mitchell  “Are you in New York City?”

Mikah frowned as she thought that was a stupid question.  Wasn’t she typically in New York City?

;;MIKAH  “Yes, Mitchell.  I live in New York City, so of course I’m there.”

≡≡Mitchell  “Don’t be a smart ass, Mikah.”

Mikah chuckles as she gets out of her car and walks to her house, leaving the phone on speakerphone.  It amazed her how well her and her brother actually got along.

;;MIKAH  “Well, don’t ask stupid questions then, Mitch.”

≡≡Mitchell  “It wasn’t stupid; sometimes you’re all over the place with SCW.”

She shrugs as she walks inside to see Drake sitting on the couch, watching TV.  She smiles at him before motioning for him to wait a minute or two.

;;MIKAH  “Do you need something, Mitch?  I just got home from picking up Leighton and her friend and I’d really like to spend some time with my husband.”

≡≡Mitchell  “MiKayla just went into labor and she’s just 36 weeks along.  She’s scared and all alone in the city.  She hasn’t reached out to you?”

Mikah freezes in her spot before looking at Drake, who looks back at her.  She bites her bottom lip, finding it weird that she’d have that horrible flashback at the same time that her twin sister goes into labor.

;;MIKAH  “Once. She’s called once but she didn’t tell me she was in New York City, Mitch.  She just called to talk and well, Leighton needed me.  But what hospital is she at?  I can go see her and maybe help her.”

She wanted to be a better sister to MiKaya but it was going to be a struggle.  She didn’t feel that normal twin bond that most twins had and she sometimes still felt that resentment towards MiKayla but she wanted to push past it and try to be the Aunt to this baby that MiKayla was going to have.

≡≡Mitchell  “Mount Sinai West.  Thank you Mikah.  I’d go but I can’t yet.”

;;MIKAH  “I owe it her anyways.”

They said their goodbyes and Mikah sighs before walking over to Drake and sitting down next to him.  He looks at her, a bit unsure if he was supposed to hug her or what she wanted him to do.

::DRAKE  “Do you want me to go with you?”

;;MIKAH  “Yes, of course I do.  I can’t go by myself!  I haven’t been around a baby since Leighton was little!  How am I supposed to help MiKayla through this!?”

Drake chuckles before tucking his wife’s hair behind her ears and leaning in and kissing her forehead, trying to calm her down.  She scowls at him and bats his hand away, not finding him helpful in the slightest.

::DRAKE  “It’ll come back to you, I promise.  Plus, we were just talking about having a baby of our own.  Call the babysitter to watch the kids and I’ll get your purse and things ready.  Relax, it’s just your sister.”

She sticks her tongue out at him before calling Hannah, her child’s nanny.  She gets her to come over for the night and lines her up to be there Sunday at 1 p.m.

THREE HOURS LATER

Mikah stood in MiKayla’s hospital room, holding a bundle of blankets with a newborn baby in it.  She smiles as she looks down at the baby.  She was surprised at how natural this was for her to just hold the baby and not be so nervous about it.

;;MIKAH  “What’s his name, Kayla?”

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “Maddox James MiKacek.  I thought about using Michael as his middle name to keep the three M intials going but I like James as his middle name.”

Mikah smiles as she sways slightly, holding the swaddled bunches of blankets.  She sighs before going and sitting on the edge of MiKayla’s bed and looking at her.

;;MIKAH  “I’ve been thinking a lot about how horrible I was to you when I was a teenager, Kayla.”

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “Don’t, you had a lot to deal with back then, Mikah.  Mom hated you and Dad just let her be a monster to you.  You had to take it out on somebody.”

Mikah frowns before shaking her head, disagreeing with MiKayla.

;;MIKAH  “But I didn’t have to be so mean to you.  It’s not like it was your fault, Kayla.”

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “No, but why do you think I don’t hate you?  I knew that you were just dealing with the things that were happening to you and you needed to put that somewhere.”

Mikah looks down at the bundle of blankets, smiling at Maddox’s sleeping face.  She tucks her hair behind her ears with one hand, staring at her nephew’s face.

;;MIKAH  “Still, I’m sorry.”

MiKayla smiles and places her hand over Mikah’s.

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “It’s okay, I forgive you.  It’s in the past anyways, I hope that you and I can actually be sisters now.  And that you will actually be apart of Maddox’s life.  I always wanted that relationship with you because we’re twins, Mikah.  There’s no getting around it.”

;;MIKAH  “We’re lucky that we didn’t have twins.  Could you imagine?”

MiKayla chuckles and shakes her head no.  Mikah laughs alongside her sister before looking over at Drake, who was smiling at his wife.

;;MIKAH  “C’mere babe.  Come hold Maddox.”

::DRAKE  “This is your moment, babe.  You can hold him.”

She frowns at her husband and gives him a look.

;;MIKAH  “Drake Green.  Get your cute butt over here, now.”

He laughs before walking over to Mikah and she places the baby in his arms, careful not to wake him up.  She smiles as Drake appears to be a natural in holding babies.

;;MIKAH  “This is our nephew, Maddox James MiKacek.”

::DRAKE  “He’s cute.”

Mikah smiles as she watches Drake hold the baby and she knew that one day, she’d want a family of her own with the man that she loved.  She wanted to see him be a dad to their child and do things like he was doing with Maddox.  She looks at MiKayla, who was smiling at Mikah.

;;MIKAH  “What!?”

ΦΦMIKAYLA  “I’m just happy that you’ve found the one for you.  I can see the way you look at him and I can tell how much you love him by just watching you watch him.  I’m happy for you, Mikah.  Really.”

Mikah grins before hugging her sister, the first natural hug they’ve shared since they were toddlers.  Mikah felt at peace with making amends with her sister.

;;MIKAH  “I do really love him.  It’s crazy.  I’ve been married before and I never felt this urge to just have their babies but I want to have his babies.  Like, right now.  It’s how I really know he’s the only one for me.”

She didn’t blush, not feeling embarrassed or ashamed about admitting that out loud.  She’d tell anybody and everybody that she loved Drake Green and wanted to have his babies.  Because their love is what matters to her.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "BLOG POST."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 8
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE iv
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Hey everybody!  This is Mikah and I’m going to do a blog post for you.  Now I haven’t done a blog post in a very, very long time so pardon me if I’m a little rusty.

As you all know, next Sunday is my match against Sam Marlowe and Alexis Edwards.  My first match back since Violent Conduct III.  And I’m hoping that it’s going to be my first win of many in the weeks come!  But first, I have some exciting news!!

I’M AN AUNT AGAIN!

That’s right!  My sister had a baby boy yesterday in which she named Maddox James.  He was a few weeks early but he is perfectly healthy and I couldn’t be happier right now for her and to have this little bundle of joy be apart of my life!!

This also makes me ready to prepare to go to Los Angeles tomorrow afternoon to get some training in for next Sunday.  I wish that there was a way to speed up time so that we could already be to next week.  I have a few questions that I had asked to me on Twitter and I’m glad to answer them before getting to Alexis and Sam.  So, here we go.

What is your favourite wrestling moment or event of all time? -@Trac3yluvsu.

Well, Tracey I don’t know if you mean in other companies or in my life but I’m going to take that question as if you were asking that I’ve been apart of.  Of course, I can’t forget being the Bombshell Champion for nine months and breaking record after record but then there’s also the time that I was the only woman in the group that was known as Natural Selection that was founded by my good friend, Jacob Mitchell.  So those are my two favorite moments in my history and of all time, really.  There’s not much that can beat them.  I’m also pretty proud of always having the upper hand on Crystal Millar.

If you could change anything about the wrestling industry, what would it be?-@PeterFinken

Well, Peter, there’s a lot of things that I believe need to change in the wrestling world.  But mainly the thought process that women can’t main event pay-per-views.  I’ve had a bunch of matches when I was the Bombshell champion that I thought stole the show.  BUT SCW has done a show where the Bombshells main evented it and I think it was pretty successful.  They’re not afraid to do something different and they know that their Bombshells kick ass every week and are always stealing the show.  But I think other places need to think about that.  And if they feel that the women in their company aren’t ready for that, maybe they need to rethink how they book them.  That’s my feelings anyways.

Are you and Alexis Edwards still friends?-@GarylovesSCW

Well, this is an interesting question, now isn’t it?  I don’t really know.  I don’t think we’d qualify as friends because when she took a jab at my relationship with Drake, I didn’t want to pursue fixing that friendship.  But maybe now we could be acquaintances?  I don’t know.  Probably not.

Do you think that you can beat Sam Marlowe?  Or do you think she has your number?-@OwenSCW

Sigh.  This question.  Sam and I have only competed against one another once and she did beat me the one time we squared up.  But that doesn’t mean that I’m scared of her or that I can’t beat her.  She just had a better night than I did.  I do think that this match between the three of us is going to be a good match and maybe it might even steal the show.  That’s what I’m hoping for, anyways.

If you could book your own match, who’d you want to go up against?-@SCWfang1rl

Hm.  That’s a good question.  But that holds a lot of weight too.  Because if I was smart, I’d say Crystal Millar.  But she may lose that championship to Jessie Salco next Sunday.  So, maybe it’s Jessie Salco.  Ask this question again after next Sunday.

Who do you think the better competitor is: Sam Marlowe or Alexis Edwards?-@GraysontheGreat

Whoa.  That is not a light question either.  Both Bombshell has a different wrestling style and to try to pick the better competitor is not an easy task.  I suppose one could look at each Bombshell’s past history and choose that way.  But Sam Marlowe tends to do more risky moves and I don’t like high flying moves because they’re just that, risky.  And I do like Alexis’ in ring style and when she’s focused, she’s hard to compete with that way.  So, each competitor has a different style and brings their own things to the table.  I know, I didn’t pick one and I’m not going to!

Who is your favorite person in SCW to work with from the Bombshell roster?  And who’s your favorite from the Superstar roster?-#Collin4SCWpresident

Hmm.  I haven’t done much backstage with any of the Bombshells but Melody Grace would be fun to work with.  And she’s great in the ring too.  As for the Superstars, that’s an easy answer!  Despayre for sure.  He’s my most favoritest person ON the SCW roster.  He has a heart of gold.

Mark Ward or Christian Underwood?-@Nathani3l

Ugh.  Christian Underwood.  I don’t even want to answer that question with an explanation.  So next!

What’s your plan of action for the next week in LA?-@JamesoninLA

Sight seeing with my hubby!  I’m going to train a lot, do some promotional work for SCW and just get ready for the match that I will be competing in.

Where have you been?  I’ve missed you.-@itsasecret

At my house with my husband and child.  I had to take a mental break for a while but I’m going to be back for a long time now.  Or that’s the plan  Now for the last question . . .!

Harry Potter or Twilight?-@HPFAN4LYFE

This is a no brainer, obviously it’s Harry Potter.  How can you even compare the two!?  Harry Potter is about friendship and standing up for what’s right and Twilight is about a girl who can’t live without her vampire old man.  No comparison whatsoever.  

That was the last question for this blog post!  But don’t worry, there will be another one in the future at some point!  

The time is going fast and before anybody knows it, Alexis, Sam, and I will be stepping into the ring to compete for the win.  There isn’t a championship on the line or anything like that but there is a chance to show ourselves and prove to the bosses that we deserve to be next in line for the Bombshell Championship.  

Sam and I have already had a taste what that’s like; holding the championship and being the top Bombshell in the company but Alexis isn’t.  And I know that she wants a shot at the championship and she should, it is the top prize in the company for us Bombshells.  I just hope she doesn’t think that I’m just going to let her take that opportunity away from me.  Because I’m back and I’m ready to take back what’s mine because Crystal’s had it way too long and it’s time the belt came back to where it belongs.  With me.  Now, I know I wasn’t exactly the. . .nicest champion a year ago but I definitely deserve to go for the gold once more and prove to everybody just why I was the champion for 9 months last time.

Sam, Alexis both of you are great competitors in the ring and you but only one of us can win and I need the win more than either of you do and I plan on making one of you tapout.  Or pin you, one, two, three in the

[Sam Marlowe]

 The sound of a door opening echoes in darkness before the reveal of a square of light that is blocked out by the silhouette of a body before the door swings shut and sends the room into darkness once more.   Footsteps sound hollow and loud then stop before the sound of something hitting the floor drowns out the sound of the lights coming on with a soft hum of the fluorescents floating in the air.

Standing there, a look of contemplation on her face is Sam Marlowe.  Hair pulled up into a high ponytail hangs over one shoulder as she looks at herself in the mirror and takes in the baggy sweatshirt that covers her body and barely skims across her upper thighs.  Tights hug her legs as she walks forward, her hand pulling a bag along the floor towards the mirror that has all of her attention.  Behind her are multiple poles that seem like a forest reflected in the mirrored walls.  Reaching into her bag that is resting on the floor, Sam pulls out a small speaker and an Ipod that she sets on a bench that is against the mirror.  

Straightening up once more, she looks at herself in the mirror, a slight frown appearing as she contemplates her reflection.  Her hands move down her body and tugs lightly at the bottom of the University of Nevada sweatshirt pulling it upward.  Her vision is blocked by the cloth as she pulls the shirt over her head and then lets her left hand drop with the material in it to reveal a rather tight half shirt that molds her body.  Tossing the sweatshirt to the side, she moves and presses the button for the music allowing the soft beat to fill the empty space.  Sam lets a smile cross her face before turning her back to the mirror and moves to one of the poles and lets her hand trail along the pole as she slowly begins to circle it.

Turning to face herself once more as she slides down the pole to rest against it as she hears the door open and a voice call out to her.  

“Sam, I got your text,” says the voice as Monte is revealed in the doorway.  Looking towards him, Sam motions him inside the room.  “What the hell are you doing Sammi?” he adds intrigued as he moves towards the redhead.  She pulls herself upwards and then slowly walks towards Monte who is dressed in a pair of jeans, sneakers and a soft polo shirt.

“I am preparing for my match Monte,” Sam replies with a smile.  

“By pole dancing?” answers Monte with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows as he looks at the poles behind Sam.  She lowers her head slightly to follow his gaze then turns back to look at him with a slight nod.  “How is this going to prepare you for your match?”

“Maybe it is because I need a career change,” taunts Sam who turns back to the poles and reaches up to put her hand around one and pull herself closer and upward on the pole.  Suddenly the music changes as Monte moves closer to her and stops her with a hand on her waist.  Turning her towards him, he brings her into an embrace and looks down.  

“Where is this coming from Sam?” he asks, concern etched on his face as he wonders at her attitude.  “This isn’t you and you know it.  I’ve seen you beat down but I have never seen this kind of defeatist attitude before.  Wanna talk about it sweetheart?”

Sam’s smile cracks only a little before she fights it back into place.  Putting her hands on the chest of Monte, she forces him back slightly and breaks the hold.  “I don’t want to talk about it Montgomery,” she says softly and then guides him towards the bench where her ipod is resting.  Pushing him down onto the bench, she leans down and lets her lips rest against his for only the barest of moments before she teasingly lets her hand caress his cheek and pull away.  “Can you please press next song,” Sam asks as she backs away.  

Monte looks down at the ipod then back up at Sam and reaches for the ipod.  Instead of starting the next song, he presses pause and curls his hand around the item before tucking it away as he crosses his arms across his chest.  “Talk to me Sammi,” he demands softly.  “I ain’t going to play this until you tell me what is going on.”

Sighing with frustration, Sam stops then moves to straddle the bench and grabs at the sweatshirt that is heaped on the floor beside it.  Throwing her arms into it, she pulls it over her head and down her body hiding the skin tight halter.  Monte watches her, one eyebrow rising as he tilts his head but remains silently intent on his girlfriend.  Neither speak for the moment until the silence finally is broken by Sam who growls softly.

“I beg your pardon,” Monte tries to tease which only earns him a glare from the redhead.  He returns it with a questioning glare of his own.  

“You want to know what is going on,” she begins.  “I’ll tell you what is going on Monte.  I think that it is time I quit fooling myself.  That is what is going on!” she exclaims.  Reaching up, her hand plays with one long curl of hair, twisting it around her fingers like some worry bead in an attempt to fight the urge to scream and her gaze lowers to the side.  “I don’t know what to do or where I belong any more.  I see person after person getting the shots because they demand them.  I see bombshell after bombshell get push after push and I see myself losing value in Sin City Wrestling.  I ask to be challenged so I can fight my way back to the top.  To prove that I can earn my rematch rather than whine and moan about the fact I deserve it.  Where has that gotten me…absolutely nowhere!”

Her tone begins to sound more and more frustrated as she focuses on her fingers that are tangling together in her lap as if she is trying to hold her emotions in check.  From across the small space between them, Monte sits back as he watches her struggle with emotion without saying anything.  Sam forces a smile onto her face as she looks up.

“I tried to warn you that I didn’t want to talk about it but lucky you gets to hear it now that you brought it up,” she adds in a hollow voice, a mocking chuckle escaping her.

Monte leans forward and offers the redhead a smile.  “Get it off your chest Sam, don’t let it fester,” he offers.  “No one is here to listen except me and if you can’t trust your boyfriend, who can you trust hmmm?”

The first genuine smile he has seen since he got there flitters across her lips before fading slightly.  “I am not one to complain Monte,” she says.  “I am always the one that buries it deep and smiles for the world.  I beat up myself rather than make waves for others.”  Pulling one foot up onto the bench, Sam wraps her arms around the bent knee and leans her chin on it.  “I’ve always been that way.  I let it build and build until it explodes and when that happens, it doesn’t matter who is in the line of fire, I let them have it.  And as much as I fight it, as much as I try to hold back, I can’t.  Are you sure you want to be in that line of fire?”

Getting off the bench, Monte lays the ipod down and moves to sit behind Sam as his hands move to rub gently at her shoulders, his warmth tugging at her physically to lean into his arms.  “Talk to me sweetheart, let it out.”

Sam glances sideways into the mirror to see him offer her a smile.  “Okay, you asked for it,” she teases.

“Promise me one thing Sam,” interrupts Monte before she can begin.  “Once you get this off your chest and out of your system, you won’t let it happen again.  You got me to talk to,” he adds.  “So tell me why you feel you are losing value in SCW?”

Sam nods and then takes a deep breath.  “Have you been following the show?  Have you seen how I have been losing over and over again?  People are rising in the ranks that I have beaten before and I am getting pushed further and further down the card.  I know that everyone in SCW is great and very talented wrestlers but I think I am losing whatever it was that brought me to the dance,” says Sam.  “I get in that ring and I kick ass like no other but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I fight, no matter that I give everything I have and then a little bit more, somehow I always come up short.”  Again frustration begins to creep into her voice as her eyes glaze over wetly.  

Monte says nothing as he puts his arms around her and pulls her back into his embrace.

“I am fast becoming the joke of SCW,” Sam continues as a hand reaches up to wipe at her cheek.  “To hear Cyn, my sister tell it, I am THE jobber of SCW.  Do you realize Monte, I won the Bombshell title…TWICE only to lose it to a self-absorbed self-centred gloryhound who then did absolutely nothing for the next few weeks…didn’t even show up on the shows?  And did I get my rematch…no.  They let the champ do NOTHING for weeks.  And I didn’t complain or bitch about getting a title shot.”

“But you got a title shot at the last supercard didn’t you?” asks Monte softly only to have that comment be met with a scoff.  

“Yeah, I got an Internet title shot against someone that kept complaining that nobody wanted to face her and what happened…I lost again even thought I gave it my all.”  Sam looks at herself in the mirror as her head falls back on Monte’s shoulder.  “I feel like I am just nothing anymore…maybe I am washed up as a wrestler?” she mutters.

“A has been at twenty three,” jokes Monte as he rests his chin on Sam’s shoulder.   The smile on his face is sympathetic which forces Sam to sit up and turn to him.

“That isn’t funny,” she says as the hurt in her eyes cuts Monte to the core.  

“It’s not meant to be Sam,” he says as he rests his lips against her temple.  “I am trying to make you laugh but guess that wasn’t the way to do it.  Listen sweetheart, I know how hard you work and I know how hard you train and I know you fight your hardest.  And you have to know that you won’t win all the time but you can’t lose all the time either.  So what you need to do is pull yourself together and I want you to clear your head and start over from here. “

Sam offers him a look from under tear covered lashes as she slowly sucks her bottom lip into her teeth to worry it slightly.  Monte brings a hand up and caresses Sam’s cheek, his thumb brushing the bottom lip out of her teeth.  She lightly kisses his thumb then rubs her cheek against the hand caressing it.  

“Feeling better Sam?” he asks, smiling as Sam nods mutely.  “Because I want you to know that regardless of wins or losses in the ring, you are still my champion sweetheart,” he adds.  Sam lets a crooked smile cross her face as Monte grins back.  “So now that you got that off your chest and all…why did you ask me here?”

Sam blushes as she lets her head hang down and a slight giggle escapes her.  “Ummm…a bit of training that I have wanted to show you.”  As she says that, she presses play on the ipod as Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman begins to play.  Reaching for Monte’s hand, she turns him around and then moves back towards the poles, her hands pulling her shirt up again and then tossing it behind her.  Turning to Monte, she winks and begins to move around the pole then pulls herself upwards and begins to dance and undulate to the music.

Monte watches as Sam begins to sing along with the song as she dances towards him.  

“Something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman…” she softly sings as she reaches the man on the bench.  She leans forward and pushes him back as she straddles him to continue with “Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t.”

“Sam…” groans Monte as she wraps her arms around his neck and leans up to whisper the next lyrics into his ear with a soft smile.  His hands move to her hips as she tangles her fingers into his hair.  The last thing seen is their bodies melding together as their lips meet and lock with a soft whimper from Sam the last thing heard.

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Have you ever felt less than nothing?  Have you ever questioned yourself about where you fit in for any situation?  Have you ever thought about giving up and giving in to despair and self-doubt?  Have you ever reached the point of saying f*ck it and throwing it all away and quitting?

Between you and me, I have been having these thoughts lately.  To the point that I am seriously contemplating walking away from it and moving on, to turn my back on Sin City Wrestling and stop being a bombshell.  I have had serious talks about it with my friends and they have been trying to get me to realize that I am too hard on myself about my win loss record and that I will bounce back.

And if I am more honest, the question at the bottom of it all is do I want to?

Now I could say that it would be easy to say no.  The urge to prove myself and move above where I am right now and prove that I can be the champion I was and could very well be again is very strong.  And I love being out there in front of the fans week in and week out.  To hear the fans chanting my name, to have my superstars from the children’s hospitals in the cities we wrestle in that attend each show as my guests as part of my giving back, those are things that put the smile on my face.

And then there are the moments when I think why bother because I am the hardest on myself and take each loss to heart, squeezing it tighter and tighter and making me feel more and more down on myself and my abilities.  Or the feelings that I am just floundering and doing nothing except be filler for the lower card matches which just proves my sister right.

My father keeps telling me that no matter what I want to do, no matter how much I want to quit, I should always keep trying because every dog has their day and the wheel of fortune will turn and rather than be under it, I should roll with the punches.  Just saying that makes me think I really need to get my father a book of proverbs or something to stop him mixing his metaphors.

But Daddy is right about one thing, how I can think of quitting when there is so much I have overcome in Sin City.  I set a record…I was the youngest Bombshell champion ever in SCW.  I beat someone that was unbeatable to win that title.  I was handpicked for that match and took advantage of the opportunity given to me.

Then I got cocky.  I convinced myself that I was valued as the champion and I proudly carried that title into the Blast from the Past and made my way to the semifinals and you know what, that was the start of my stumbling blocks.  Then I lost the title and fought like an SOB to win the title back in Japan and I did only to come back and lose it again.  I dropped a notch in that loss but still got to try for the belt in a record setting match, the chamber of fate.  And once again, I came that close to winning that match only to have it snatched away at the last moment.  

Then I watched myself get booked for the Internet title.  And I thought good, a chance to win another title on the road to being a grandslam champion.  And I once more worked myself up and fought hard for that title only to be taken out but not pinned for the win.  I lost but wasn’t pinned.  And my ego took another hit.  The worst part about it was hearing how close I came to the win and ‘awww, maybe next time Sam’ piece of advice I got.  Yeah, those words of wisdom really did me wonders to hear them.

Then wonder of wonders, a shot at the roulette title that I also lost because of choices I made which added another loss that pushed the idea of quitting closer to the surface.  Sam Marlowe, former champion that couldn’t get a win even if her career depended on it…

So what is the point of this rant hmmm?  Is it some kind of self-prescribed therapy to convince myself that I am right to decide to retire and quit and move on to something I know I am good at?  Finish off my master’s degree and do something other than wrestle.  Take my place at Daddy’s company and be the best ‘son’ my father never had?

Or is it something more?  Is it to finally give vent to all the anger and frustration I feel in Sin City Wrestling?  Is it the self-punishing pep talk that some people need to kick themselves in the keister and get back to work after picking themselves up from being knocked down?   Is this the last dying cry against the dark of depression and self-doubt when it comes to my career?

Whatever it is, I need it…desperately!!

You see, at High Stakes Six, I am in a match.  It isn’t for a title but it might just be the tipping point for me.  Maybe I will use this match as my divining rod.  Maybe this match will be what decides if I still have what it takes to be here and actually wrestle.  Maybe this match will be the one that gives me the push to fight out of my depression and return to myself, the Sam Marlowe that loved being in the ring, the Sam Marlowe that looked forward to any and all challenges.  The Sam Marlowe that will never give up, never give in…NEVER QUIT!

The stakes will be higher than anyone could ever imagine for me.  I hope I am ready…

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A redhead can be seen sitting on a rooftop patio, the dawn barely appearing on the horizon as she brings the bottle that is hanging limply in her hand to her lips.  Dressed in a pair of jeans and a Vixen tee, Sam is barefooted with her toes wiggling in the slight breeze of the morning.  Taking a long sip from the bottle, she barely glances at the soft footfall of someone creeping along the patio towards her.  Sam watches as Pussy Willow tries to navigate around a maze of beer cans and playing cards.  Resting on the floor is a rather battered hat that had seen better days.

“Sam, do you realize what time it is,” says a sleepy Pussy Willow as her cameraperson joins her.  Sam turns with a smile at her friend who is dressed not in her usual snappy wrestling business casual she is usually sporting but in a pair of ratty jeans and an oversized tee.  Pussy’s blonde hair is pulled up in a rather sloppy topknot and she is makeupless except for mascara and lip gloss that she spreads slightly with a swipe of her tongue.  In her hand is a drink tray with dark brown McDonalds coffee cups and a bag with the golden arches on it.  “So why do you want to do this interview so early Sammi?  I could so still be sleeping you know.”

“I’m sorry Pussy but I wasn’t able to sleep last night because I have way too much on my mind and I wanted to get it said before I lost it.  So how much do I owe you for breakfast?” asks Sam as she reaches down to a purse that is sitting beside her.

Looking around in disgust at the mess, Pussy waves off the question.  “You don’t owe me anything Sam.  I have been worried about you and I was going to drop by if I hadn’t heard from you.  I can see that you have been drinking…”

Sam smiles as she holds up the bottle and waves it slightly back and forth, the liquid inside sloshing back and forth.  “Yes, yes I have Pussy and it has given me some clarity if you must know,” offers Sam with a smile before she drains the bottle and sets it down with all the precision of a drunken architect.

“Clarity you say,” answers Pussy as she tugs the coffee she brought for Sam out of the tray and hands it over with the bag of food.  Sam crosses her legs and after setting the coffee to the side opens the bag and pulls out a hashbrown that she takes a bite from, her eyes closing in grease lover ecstasy.   Pussy can only laugh at the antics of Sam as the cameraperson opens up a small hand held camera and turns it on the pair sitting side by side.

“That’s right Pussy,” says Sam as she points her hashbrown at her friend only to watch it fall limp and point down at the floor.  Pulling back the treat, Sam takes another bite that she shoves into her cheek.  “I think that I am going to let my match at the supercard decide what I will be doing in the future,” she says around the bite that muffles her words slightly.  Swallowing, she looks at Pussy.  “Did you get that?” she asks after seeing the confusion in Pussy’s face.

“Not really Sam, what are you talking about?” asks Pussy as the camera focuses back on Sam who by this time has pulled the egg mcmuffin from the bag and has unwrapped it to bring it to her lips only to stop at Pussy’s question.

“I am talking about my career ending Pussy,” says Sam before taking a rather large bite of the sandwich.

Pussy looks hard at Sam then the cameraperson then Sam again.  Suddenly she starts to laugh and shake her head.  “It is not nice to mess with me like that Sam, especially not this early in the morning.”

Sam chews slightly before once more replying around the mouthful she has.  “Who says I was messing with you Pussy?” she asks.

“You can’t give up your career Sam.  You are in a match at High Stakes against Alexis Edwards and Mikah and this could have very big consequences for the winner.  It would definitely put someone in contention for titles for sure,” snaps Pussy in a no nonsense tone that catches Sam’s attention.

“Whoa Pussy,” offers Sam in a conciliatory voice as she recognizes that Pussy has lost her temper at the words Sam has been saying.  “I am sorry to tell you but you have to wonder why should I still do what I am doing in SCW?”

Pussy looks hard at Marlowe who has the grace to flush.  “And just what do you think you have been doing in SCW that needs you to quit?”

“Losing!” replies Sam more harshly than she wanted before deflating visibly in front of her friend.   “Losing,” she says again, this time calmer as if trying to convince herself of the truth before adding, “and floundering around with no direction.”

Pussy can see how much the confession has cost Sam and puts a hand on her shoulder.  “And you know why you are?  It’s because you don’t do what everyone else does and make your own opportunities.  You don’t go crying to the bosses for title shots, you are one of the hardest working bombshells in the company and are content to let others get over before you do.  Why don’t you demand what you want?” asks Pussy.

“If I did that Pussy, it would make me just like them.  I shouldn’t have to cry or moan about getting title shots.  Hell I even asked to be given the opportunity to prove I deserve the shots and still have not been taken as serious as I should be,” says Sam, her voice sounding more sober.  

“You don’t think that the match at the supercard isn’t an opportunity to prove that you deserve to be on the roster?” demands Pussy.  The cameraperson catches the pair talking, trying to remain out of their observation but poised to capture each and every emotion that is passing over Sam’s face.

“I suppose,” offers Sam as she takes another contemplative bite of the sandwich, a dribble of melted cheese falling into the bag open on her lap.  “I mean I guess facing Mikah again is something and a chance to face Alexis too…both of them have been champions and are really tough challenges.”

“There you go, now you are talking,” says Pussy a smile now crossing her face.  “So, still think that you are going to hang em up?  After all, Mikah is someone that you have beaten before and probably will stand a good chance of beating again.”

Sam shoots her friend a glance with her nose wrinkled and a slight grin.  “Yeah yeah, I beat Mikah before and I also know that since then she really hasn’t had her heart in wrestling but still she keeps winning.  And I have yet to beat Alexis Edwards.”

“Yeah I know but she has never been Bombshell champion and you have…twice,” teases Pussy with a nudge of her elbow against the shoulder of Sam that knocks her somewhat askew.  “Listen Sam, I would be the last person to tell you to quit and I am not going to be the first one to agree with you about it.  So smarten up and get your head in the game.  I don’t care what you do but just do it!”

Sam’s grin turns goofy at that comment.  “You my friend should work for Nike,” jokes Sam as she stuffs the last bite of mcmuffin in her mouth.  “Okay okay, I will give it my best shot and stop moping if it will make you happy.”

“Good,” Pussy retorts as she gives a slight shoulder shimmy in congratulations for bringing her friend out of her funk.  The cameraperson continues to film the pair as Pussy and Sam move closer and begin to talk more about the upcoming match quietly.  

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High Stakes, the supercard that will see me face off against Mikah and Alexis Edwards in a triple threat match.  No titles and nothing on the line except for the chance to say one of us beat two other women.  Now I am going on record now as saying I wish the both of you luck because this match has some very big expectations in it.

First you have Mikah, a woman who has been a dominant figure in the Bombshell division of SCW and is someone that holds the record for holding the Bombshell title the longest.  This is a woman that on any given day can step in the ring and kick anyone’s rear end and probably will.  But this is also a woman that has more on her mind than just a match against Alexis and I.  She is a newlywed who’s friend was injured last week and is going to be in the corner of when he defends his title.  So will she really be focused on the match or will she be preparing to defend Despayre from Ruby Rose when he faces TNA?  Will she let our match be the second thought because of her friend?  I doubt it but you never know.  

And really, with Mikah turning over a new leaf, will she have the edge to be as ruthless as she used to be?  When I faced her for the title, she was ruthless but now, I don’t know.  I suspect that her killer instinct has dulled a bit in her efforts to go against her nature.  Don’t get me wrong, I applaud the change, I really do but I have to say that if she isn’t on her game because she is trying to walk the straight and narrow, she is going to have to realize that I have been on the straight and narrow my whole short wrestling career so I am not fighting my natural inclinations to follow the rules and fight a fair fight.  

I feel for her I really do so good luck Mikah.  And I know that you will do your best when you are in Despayre’s corner and will give Alexis and I a good fight.

Then speaking of Alexis Edwards, I have to say that between you and me, we have been having a really bad time of it lately.  You with the hard fought battles against Evie Baang and me with my losing streak.  I want to say that you really impressed me stepping up to Evie like that and I know you did Vixen proud when you were in that hardcore match, she told me so.  I also hope that you are at one hundred percent for our match.  I wouldn’t want you to be at anything less.

You I guess I see as my real competition in this match.  After all, you have also been trained by Spike and Vixen Staggs.  Even worse, you are almost family to them since you are dating their son.  I get that and I know that Vixen talks highly of you.  But I want you to know that even though you have been trained by them, so have I.  And where you pushed Vixen away, I embraced her training and I learned everything that she tried to teach me.  Will it stand me in good stead?  Who knows but I know one thing.  She taught me to not take my eye off the prize because when you do, you lose focus and you beat yourself.  Well now I have to tell you that I have honed my focus and I am looking right at the pair of you that I am facing.

Win lose or draw, I am coming for a fight.  I am coming for something more as well.  I am coming to regain my confidence in the ring.  Sadly I lost it and I let that loss get to me.  So now, I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.  So either you two are going to have to deal with someone who is focused and ready to win or you are facing someone desperate to hold on to her emotion and fighting for her career.  

So you better be ready for our match ladies because it is my career that is the stake that I have put in this match and nothing is going to stop me from winning to keep it.

[Alexis Edwards]

 Seeking Help: Part 2



Believe in yourself.  Three simple words spoken by a man who knows better than anyone else what I’m going through and what I want to achieve in the next year.  Spike Staggs has done it all.  Multi-time champion.  World Champion.  Hall of Famer.  Seriously, Tim’s bloodline is just...top notch.  I couldn’t ask for a better family to learn from.

But those three simple words are anything but simple most of the time.  Especially after the year that I’ve had...the life that I’ve had.  Although I know a lot of my “problems” have all been in my head, or problems that I’ve ultimately created for myself.  I need to toss all the negativity aside and just think positive for once.  Be truly happy and optimistic, because once that happens, everything will start to fall into place.  

And for the most part, that’s been the case.  At least in my personal life, anyway.  

Now it’s time to take care of business.  Now is the time to focus on my career and set short term as well as long term goals for myself, because I know wrestling is my life.  Before I met Tim, I had no idea that I could be as great at something as wrestling.  I never saw myself in a wrestling ring, let alone fighting for a championship one day, or the caliber of people I have wrestled thus far, but it’s actually happened.  And it’s only getting better.

I still have a lot to learn, I will admit.  I can’t expect things to happen overnight.  But I also can’t walk out to the ring and do what I used to do.  What I would have done earlier this year.  I refuse to do what so many have done and grab a microphone and just demand a title shot because I think I deserve it.  It doesn’t work that way, and I’ve realized that now.  I have to bust my ass and work for it, because only then will I truly deserve it.

And the biggest challenge is the first challenge, it seems.  I want to believe in myself.  I want to be confident that I can step into the ring, put on the fight of my life and actually walk away successful.  And even with Spike’s words of wisdom last week, I’m still finding it so damn difficult to accomplish given who my opponents are.  And how motivated both Mikah and Sam Marlowe are heading into this match.  A lot of people root for the underdog in big matches, but who is really the underdog going into this one?  I don’t really want to say me, because I don’t feel like the underdog at all.

But Mikah and Sam?  Neither of them can be considered underdogs either.  They’re both amazing competitors and I’m sure they want to win this match just as much as I do.  Mikah wants to get “her” championship back.  The same championship that I want to get a shot at.  And Sam just wants to turn things around, get back to being the threat she was earlier this year.  She’s been on a bit of a slump, and I feel for her.  I really do.

So how can I be confident when in just a few days, I’ll be walking into High Stakes VI going against two women who are going to fight tooth and nail to win this just as much as I am?  I don’t want to be seen as over confident or cocky but...I can win this.

Can’t I?



Monday November 14th
Griffith Park/Hollywood Sign
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It’s our first full day in Los Angeles, and man, I never really appreciated how great this city was the last time or two I had been here.  Just last year, I thought the place was overrated because everyone was so big on visiting the Walk of Fame or any of the other various attractions that you can see in this city, but I’ve finally come around to the greatness that is LA.  And better yet, Tim is here with me to experience it all with me.  I think after the year we’ve both had, we deserve to experience the sites and have a great time.

And we plan to do just that.  Before I have to start preparing for my match, of course, as well as dealing with the promotional responsibilities I’ve been signed up for to hype High Stakes VI.  It will no doubt be a busy week, but I’m actually looking forward to it.  All in all, it will all be worth it in the end as I plan to top the week off with a win over Mikah and Sam Marlowe on Sunday.

Today, however, the first order of business is to see perhaps one of the most popular and historic sites in Los Angeles.  No, I’m not talking about the Walk Of Fame, either.  I know everyone will be flocking there, and the one thing I’ve wanted see is, of course, the Hollywood sign.  I know, I know.  It’s probably not as exciting as seeing the Walk of Fame up close and personal, but the Hollywood sign is just...a part of history.  

One of the best ways to get a good view of the Hollywood sign is hiking through Griffith Park.  I think that sounded like a good plan to me, so it’s what we’re doing.  We’re not exactly in the best hiking attire- both of us in jeans and our favorite t-shirts, but who cares, right?  I’m not in heels or anything so it’s all good.  

I’m a few feet ahead of Tim, eager to get to a decent spot for a great view of the sign.  We might have gone a little off the trail, which may or may not be against the rules, but again who cares?  I’m excited, and Tim isn’t arguing either.

Lex: Babe, keep up!  I don’t want to get seperated on this trail.

I hear him chuckle behind me, and I roll my eyes.  I hear him slip a few seconds later and nearly lose his footing but I don’t stop walking.  

Tim: What’s the rush, Lex?  We have all day and from what I was told, it doesn’t take that long to get there.

Lex: The rush is that there is other stuff I want to do.  Seeing the Hollywood sign is just the start, but the rest of the week has to be dedicated to training for my match on Sunday.

He grunts in response and as I look ahead I can get the first view of the sign through the trees.  I smile and just as I start to walk faster, Tim speaks up behind me, changing the subject.

Tim: Hey, by the way, are you ever going to tell me what was said between you and my Dad last week?  You seemed a little off when you left his office and he was yelling something, so...

And there it is.  The subject I had been hoping to avoid all week, and the rest of my life if possible.  Tim apparently wasn’t going to forget it.  I close my eyes and shake my head as I laugh out loud.

Lex: It was nothing really.  It was kind of stupid and I’m surprised your dad hasn’t told you.

Tim: I’ve been spending most of my time with you so I haven’t had a chance to ask him.  If it was nothing just tell me.

I stop walking for a second, giving Tim an opportunity to catch up.  He stops just next to me and I turn to face him, an amused smile on my face, which peaks his curiosity even more.

Lex: Well, if you really must know, he freaked out thinking I was pregnant, and when I assured him that I wasn’t, he then freaked out thinking we had gotten married.  Seriously, your dad needs to lay off the coffee because he gets a little weird when he’s had too much.

I laugh and shake my head again before I turn and start walking again.  I expect Tim to laugh it off, too, but when he starts following behind me, his reaction is a little bit unexpected.

Tim: Well, I mean, we could do it you know?  It wouldn’t be that surprising.

Ok ALOT unexpected.  I nearly trip and fall and thankfully Tim is right behind me and he catches me.  I stand up and keep my footing, turning to look at him, shock written all over my face.

Lex: I’m sorry, say that again?  You can’t be serious?!

He nods, very seriously.  

Tim: Well, maybe not about the baby thing.  Not yet anyway.  But, we could get married.  Would it really be that big a deal?

I hold my hands up and my jaw drops.  This whole conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and I’m left almost speechless.

Lex: Look, babe...I love you.  I really do, but...We don’t need to be having this conversation right now.  I’m too focused on everything in SCW right now and I can’t be thinking about all that.  It’ll distract me too much.  I mean, I’ve been hearing rumors that Mikah and Drake are wanting to start a family.  That’s a pretty huge deal.  One that she won’t be able to stop thinking about no matter how hard she tries.  I’ve got--

Tim quickly smiles and places his hands on my shoulders, trying to calm me down before I really start freaking out.  Not that I have any real reason to, but...I wasn’t really expecting any of this.  Especially not today.

Tim: Babe, relax.  You’re misunderstanding what I’m saying here.  I know you’re focusing on everything in SCW right now and trying to build up to the World Bombshell title.  Even if we did get married I wouldn’t expect you to just drop all that.  But getting married wouldn’t be so horrible would it?  It’s not anything for my dad to freak out over, that’s for sure.

Lex: Well, not really, but I could understand why he would.  Considering everything the both of us have been through this year, it might be a little fast for us to rush into getting married, don’t you think?

He shrugs, and I can tell that it really doesn’t bother him.  Shit, does he have really want to get married??

Tim: I can understand that, but we’re both better, Lex.  And we stuck by each other through all that shit, so what would the big deal be?  And, say there was an accident and you ended up pregnant.  Who cares?  I’d be pretty damn happy with being a father to your kid.

Wow.  Just wow.  Talk about going from living life carefree to talking about all of this.  Anxiety level...high!

Lex: There’s not going to be any accidents, Tim.  We’re careful, so….Look, can we just not talk about all of this anymore right now?  I wanted to have a good time and get some good pictures of the Hollywood sign, and suddenly talking about getting married and accidentally getting pregnant is fifty shades of too serious for me.  You love me, I get it.  I love you just as much, but...let’s just leave things the way they are right now okay?

He wraps his arms around me, pulls me in close and kisses me.  I know he’s not going anywhere, but damn.  I guess I don’t have things as figured out as he does.  Love is enough right now, but I start to think about what I’ll want in the future.  If I’ll want what he does.

Tim: It’s alright, babe.  I was just trying to make a point that’s all.  I’m good with how things are right now.  Don’t worry.  Now let’s go get a picture of that damn sign so we can go see the Walk of Fame.

I laugh and give him a quick kiss back.  I take grab his hand and we start making our way through the trail again, finally coming up to the perfect view of the Hollywood sign.  A part of me is mad that people can’t get closer to the sign, but oh well.  This is good enough for me, so I snap a few pictures and then make Tim get one of the sign behind me.  I do the same for him, so we have something to remember this forever.

We took our time walking back through the trail and away from the sign.  We’d occasionally find a secluded place for a little make out session, and before things could get too hot and heavy, we decided it best to get out of there.  

Later on in the day, we’re making our way through the Walk of Fame, through a crowd of people.  We look at as many Stars as possible, from Muhammad Ali to John Travolta to even President elect(*shudders*) Donald Trump.  So...many...people.  A lot I haven’t even heard of but when I spot one of a familiar name, I get excited.

As I have my head down, searching through the names, I accidentally bump into somehow.  Completely my fault and before I even look up, I’m apologizing.

Lex: Oh shit, I’m sooo sorry.  I wasn’t--

When I look up, I’m shocked at who I see, but I’m left speechless.  I’m almost angry, too, but it’s her who speaks up first.

Jordan: Lex!  What are the chances?!

Jordan.  Seriously?!  And just as if nothing is wrong, or weird, between the two of us, she wraps her arms around me in an embrace.  Tim is watching from behind Jordan, with a raised eyebrow, and I just look at him, lost for words.  When Jordan backs away, I glare at her.

Lex: Jordan?  What the hell are you doing here?  Are you...following me or something?!

When I say her name, Tim’s eyes light up in surprise but he doesn’t say anything.  He just watches, curious more than anything.  Jordan laughs as I fold my arms across my chest, not sharing in her apparent humor over this.  

Jordan: Lex, how the hell could I be following you?  I didn’t even know you were going to be here today.

Lex: But you knew I was going to be in Los Angeles...

She shrugs and I glance back to Tim who is watching intently.  I don’t think he’s paying much attention to Jordan, but rather focusing on me and how I act around Jordan.

Jordan: Well, yeah, I did.  I know about your company’s big supershow coming up this week.  But I’m not stalking you if that is what you think.

I think Tim can sense the tension growing in me so he walks around Jordan and joins me at my side, placing a hand on my back.  Jordan stares at him, an awkward expression appearing on her face.  Once I feel Tim’s hand on my back, I can feel my blood pressure going down.

Lex: This is my boyfriend, Tim.  Tim, this is Jordan.  She was in rehab with me.

He nods and extends his hand, which Jordan shakes almost reluctantly.  

Tim: I remember you mentioning her.  Nice to meet you, Jordan.

Jordan: Likewise, Tim.  Look, Lex, I don’t want to interrupt, but can we talk for a few minutes?  I won’t take up too much of your time, I promise.

I quickly shake my head, not interested.  

Lex: Thanks, but no thanks, Jordan.  Tim and I have a lot to--

Tim: It’s alright, babe.  I can go look around for a few minutes while the two of you talk.

My jaw drops open a little as I stare at him as if asking “seriously?”

Lex: Babe, this is our day together...

Jordan: It’s fine, Tim.  I don’t want to interrupt your good time.  But, Lex, let me give you my number.  You can call me whenever you’re ready to--

Lex: Jordan, I’m not interested in talking to you, alright?  I don’t know what it is that you want, but just give it up, because I’m living my life.  I’m trying to move past the rehab days, and you should too.  Go home to Reno and try and fix stuff with your family.  Trust me when I say you really should.

Jordan either doesn’t hear a word I’ve said, or she just ignores me as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a pen and a small piece of paper.  She quickly writes her number down and holds it out to me, but I don’t take it.

Jordan: Please take it, Lex.  We were friends back in that place.  There’s nothing saying we can’t be now.

I glare at her, as if quietly reminding her of exactly why we can’t be friends.  Because she apparently wants to be more than friends, and I don’t.  To my surprise, Tim reaches out and takes the piece of paper from her hand, placing it in his pocket.

Tim: I’ll hang on to this.  Lex just has a lot on her mind with her big match coming up this weekend.  Right, babe?

I glare at him this time, now getting a little pissed off that he’s doing this.  He nudges me encouragingly and I let out a sigh, shaking my head as I turn my attention back to Jordan.  

Lex: Yeah...that’s it.

I offer as convincing a fake smile as I possibly can, but I’m sure neither of them buys it one bit.  I’m not expecting them to, either.

Jordan: Well...like I said, whenever you’re ready.  I understand you have a lot going on this week.  Good luck, by the way.  I’m sure you’ll do great.

I fake smile again, and I can almost hear Tim shaking his head disappointedly.

Lex: Yeah, thanks.

Jordan: I’ll talk to you soon.  It was good seeing you again, and it was nice meeting you, Tim.

Tim: Nice meeting you, too.

Lex: Ok.

I’m short with my response, only because I literally have no idea what else to say to her.  I’m annoyed...angry...agitated...Whatever.  She walks away and as soon as she is out of view and ear shot, I turn and smack Tim on the arm.

Tim: Ow!  Babe, what was that---

Lex: I can’t believe you did that!  I told you about what happened with her a couple weeks ago!

Tim: Yeah, so?  She seems pretty cool, actually.  I think you just need to relax a bit.

I throw my hands up in the air in frustration and I’m vaguely aware of people staring at us, though for the most part they mind their own business and continue looking around the Walk of Fame.

Lex: I can’t relax, Tim.  Alright?  I don’t want to be around her because she obviously has feelings for me, and I don’t want to make it weird.

Tim: And that wasn’t weird?  Look, I don’t want to make you any more upset than you already are, so let’s just get on with our day.  She left, so there’s no need to worry about her right now.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath and before I know it, he’s wrapping his arms around me again.

Tim: Come on.  Let’s go.

Lex: We haven’t seen all--

Tim: We’ve seen enough, and you’re clearly stressed out now, so let’s just go.  You have to start training for your match tomorrow anyway, so you need a clear head.

He keeps his arms wrapped around me as I turn around and bring my arms up around his neck, finally able to smile.

Lex: You want to go back to the hotel?  I think I’ve got the perfect idea on how to clear my head...

I offer him a wink and he grins at me, getting the idea.

Tim: I think I know where this is headed.  You want to get some practice in for a possible little accident, huh?

And he had to go and ruin it.  I smack him in the arm and he laughs.

Tim: It was a joke!  Relax, damn!

Lex: Joke or not, it wasn’t funny.

He grins at me again, still laughing and somehow, I manage to crack a smile and start laughing too.

Lex: Alright, maybe it was a little funny, but I’m serious!  NO accidents!

Tim: Alright, alright.  No accidents.  But it can still be fun to practice anyway...

He then takes my hand and we make our way away from the Walk of Fame, ready to head back to the hotel.  Aside from the awkward conversations and the run-in with Jordan, today has been  great start to our trip to Los Angeles.  And as long as I keep focused where it needs to be, the week will only end just as great.



I’m in the bathroom of the hotel room, getting ready for bed.  I just finished brushing my teeth and hair and I’m looking at myself in the mirror.  Earlier this year, I hated the person staring back at me.  There were moments where I felt like balling up my fist and shattering the mirror, simply because I hated myself and what my life had become.  But now?  Things are different.  I have a career that I love, and that I’m good at.  I have friends I care about, but more importantly?  I actually have someone who loves me waiting for me in the other room.  

I glance down from the mirror and to my bag of toiletries and such and I remember...that’s where I used to hide my razor.  My razor that was my escape from the everyday pain that life brought.  I hadn’t cut myself in quite some time, but I still kept the razor for some reason.  

Lex: No more.

I quickly opened the bag and searched through it until I found it.  I took the razor out of the bag, staring at it for a few moments, then looking at myself in the mirror, thinking about the progress I had made.  After a few moments, I tossed the razor into the trash can and took in a deep breath.  I don’t need it anymore.  All I need is in the other room waiting for me, and I’m just wasting time here in the bathroom.  

I open the door and turn off the light, heading into the room and my love is smiling back at me, waiting for me on the edge of bed.  I slowly walk towards the bed, returning the smile before I walk up to her, wrapping my arms around her.

Jordan: Any longer and I would have fallen asleep.

She grins at me and I just keep smiling as I keep smiling at her, then run my hands through her long red hair.

Lex: Like I was going to let that happen?

I bring my lips to hers, kissing her passionately and she lets us fall back onto the bed.  We kiss for a while before I pull back and just look into her eyes.

Lex: I love you, babe.

She smiles up back at me.

Jordan: I love you, too, Lex.

I kiss her again and let my hands drift down to the edge of her shirt as I start to pull it up and over her head…

My eyes shoot open and I jump up in the bed.  I’m breathing heavily and when I look at the body sleeping next to me in the bed, I’m relieved to see that it’s Tim.  It was all a dream.  Thank God...It was just a dream.  I take in a few deep breaths and put my feet on the floor.  I run my hands through my hair, and to my relief, Tim remains fast asleep, because I really don’t feel like explaining what the hell just woke me up like that.  How could I?  

But I was suddenly hit with the urge to talk to the other person in that dream.  I glance back to Tim, making sure he’s still sound asleep.  I quietly stand up from the bed and Tim moves, causing me to freeze where I’m standing, but thankfully he just rolls over in the bed and stays asleep.

I walk around the bed to where his pants are lying on the floor and I pick them up, reaching into the pocket.  I pull out the little sheet of paper with Jordan’s phone number and I drop Tim’s pants back on the floor before I grab my cell phone from off the desk in the corner of the room.  I type in a quick text message to Jordan.

“Hey, Jordan...It’s Lex.  Are you awake?”

I hit send, and wait for a response, but because it’s so late, I’m not expecting one.  She’s probably sleeping like I should be doing.  I go to put my phone back on the desk, thinking it was a stupid idea, but just before I set it down, I get a notification back.

“Yep.  I am.  Couldn’t sleep.  I’m glad you texted...What’s up?”

I take in a deep breath, quietly wondering how to answer her.  A think for a few moments before I start writing my response.

“We need to talk.  I know it’s late but can you meet me outside my hotel so we can talk?  I’m staying at the Milner.  If you’re close by anyway…”

I sit down in the chair by the desk, holding my phone in my hand.  I look over and watch Tim sleep, wondering what the hell it is that I’m doing.  A few moments later, I get Jordan’s response.

“That’s not far from my hotel.  I can be there in a few.  You okay?”

“I’m fine.  Just need to talk...I’ll be outside waiting.  See you in a few.”

As soon as I hit send, I stand up and walk over to where my room keep is sitting on the dresser and I grab it quickly.  I slip on my jeans and t-shirt, having just been in my bra and panties.  I check one last time to make sure Tim is sleeping before I slowly open the door and quietly walk out and make my way to the elevator.  Within a few minutes, I’m stepping out of the elevator into the lobby.  The front desk receptionist looks at me, surprised, and I reach into my jeans pocket where my packet of cigarettes is and I hold it up.

Lex: Late night craving for a smoke...

The receptionist smiles and nods as I head towards the door, walking outside and to the designated smoking area.  I take a cigarette out of the pack, bringing it up to my mouth when I realize I don’t have my lighter.  I let out a sigh before I lean against the wall and slide down so I’m sitting on the ground while I wait for Jordan.  I keep the cigarette between my lips as I close my eyes, thinking about what it is I want to say to her.  I almost start to nod off to sleep when I’m startled awake by Jordan’s voice.

Jordan: Need a light?

I open my eyes to see her standing in front of me, holding her lighter.  I nod without saying a word and she sits down next to me, flicking her lighter and lighting my cigarette.  I take in a deep puff, savoring the mentholated goodness before I blow the smoke out of my lungs.

Jordan: I thought you quit?

She takes out one of her own cigarettes and lights it, doing exactly what I had done.  I turn and look at her, just offering her a shrug.

Lex: I did, but things happen.  I’m still not smoking as much as I used to.

She nods and takes another puff, keeping her eyes on me the whole time.  She blows the smoke away from me.

Jordan: So...what’s going on that you had to text me at two o’clock in the morning just to talk?  And where’s Tim?

Lex: He’s up in our room sleeping.  I woke up from a weird dream.  I didn’t want to wake him, and I treated you like shit yesterday so I figured I’d text you.

She reaches up to the large ashtray provided by the hotel and ashes into it before she turns her attention back to me.  She’s confused, and I’m pretty sure this is where it’s going to get weird for me.

Jordan: A weird dream?  About what?

I take in another long drag of my cigarette and close my eyes.  Yep.  Here is where it gets weird.  I exhale the smoke from my lungs and turn to look at her, letting out a sigh.

Lex: About you...

She nods slowly and looks forward for a second.

Jordan: Oh...

She thinks long and hard about her response for a moment, but before she can say anything, I quickly cut her off.

Lex: Look, Jordan...It was just a dream, okay?  It doesn’t mean anything, and it doesn’t change the way things are right now.  I probably had it because you keep coming around, and knowing how you feel it just...it got to me.

She lets out a laugh and runs the tip of her cigarette on the ground, putting it out before she finished it.

Jordan: You don’t know how I feel, Lex.  Not really.  You ran off before I had a chance to even say anything else.  And that’s not the reason you had that dream, so don’t try and say that it is.

I narrow my eyes at her.  There she goes, acting like she knows everything again.  Here I am, trying to be nice to her...actually talking to her, and she’s starting to piss me off already.

Lex: You made it clear how you felt when you kissed me.  I don’t need to hear the words, Jordan.  And, yes, that is why I had the dream.  Everything was fine until you showed up again.  You’re trying to complicate things and it’s honestly starting to piss me off.

Jordan: That’s not what I’m trying to do, Lex.  You had that dream as soon as I can around because it opened up some feelings you maybe thought you never had?  Just admit it.  What happened in the dream anyway?

I shake my head and finish off my cigarette, standing up for a moment and putting the cigarette butt in the ashtray.  I sit back down next to Jordan, bringing my knees up to my chest.

Lex: It doesn’t matter what happened in the dream, Jordan.  It was...just...a...dream.  And there’s no feelings, alright?  Not for me anyway.  I’m in love with Tim, okay?  Whatever feelings you have for me, just get over them, because it’s not going to get you anywhere.  It’s not going to change how I feel about Tim.

Jordan: It does matter, Lex.  If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have texted me at two o’clock in the morning to talk about it.  I understand you love Tim.  I can see that, but you can’t say you don’t have some kind of feelings about me too.  You can’t say that you haven’t thought about me kissing you since it happened...

I quickly jump back to my feet and stand directly in front of her.  I glare down at her, balling up my fists at my sides.  I can feel myself losing control, but I do my best to keep my anger in check.

Lex: Just stop, Jordan!  Alright?!  Stop!  You want to know the truth?  The truth on why I had you come here?  It was to tell you that Tim and I...we’re getting married.  I love him, and we’re getting married.  Nothing you say or do is going to change that, so you just need to move the fuck on.

Jordan’s face is riddled with disappointment as she gets back to her feet, and stands close to me.  I take a step back, but she continues to close the distance between us.

Jordan: You’re joking, right?  You’re not really going to marry that guy--

She reaches for my hand, almost pleading with me, but I pull it away.

Lex: No, I’m not joking, Jordan.  I love him, and I’m going to marry him.  You really need to find someone who--

Before I can finish that thought, Jordan throws herself at me.  She grabs me by my face and kisses me passionately.  I fight to get away, for a moment before I manage to shove her away, glaring at her.

Lex: Don’t you fucking do that again!  You can’t just force a damn kiss on me and expect me to reciprocate, Jordan!  It doesn’t work that way!

Jordan: Alexis, I don’t just have feelings for you, alright?  I love you.  I’m IN love with you, and if you just give it a chance, I think you could love me too!  Just...don’t marry him!

She reaches for my hand again, but I back away, pointing at her.

Lex: I shouldn’t have asked you to come here.  This was a big mistake.  Leave me alone, Jordan.  Don’t come around me anymore, especially not this week.  Stay away from me, and stay away from Tim.  Do you understand me?  I love Tim and that’s not going to change.

She tries to plead with me but I turn around and run back inside, not giving her the chance.  The front desk receptionist stares at me as I run towards the elevator, quickly tapping the button to go back upstairs.  A part of me is praying Tim is still asleep, but I just plan on waking him up when I get back into the room anyway..  The elevator doors ding open and I hit the button that will take me to my floor.

I make it to our door just a few minutes later, sticking the key card into the lock.  I push the door open, not very quietly and when I walk inside, Tim is wide awake.  He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking relieved to see me.

Tim: There you are.  I was just getting ready to go looking for you.  Where’d you--

I rush up to him and bring my lips to his furiously with a passion.  When I back away he’s just blinking his eyes at me, slightly confused.

Lex: Let’s do it...

He raises an eyebrow, and because of my choice of words, I know he’s getting the wrong idea.

Tim: Again?  Not that I’m complaining but--

Lex: No, not that.  I mean...let’s get married.  Let’s do it.

I wrap my arms around his neck, looking into his eyes.  He grins at me and puts his hands on my hips.

Tim: What?  What brought this on?  You were practically freaking out about it earlier.

I shake my head and I kiss him again.

Lex: It just all became clear to me in a dream.  I went outside for a smoke and just really thought about it, and I want to do it.  As soon as we get back home to Vegas, let’s just do it.

Tim: Babe, we don’t have to rush--

Lex: What does it matter if it’s now or months down the line?  My feelings for you aren’t going to change.

He smiles at me and I smile back.  Everything I was saying was the truth.

Tim: Alright then.  Let’s do it.  Let’s get married.

I kiss him passionately one more time and Tim falls back on the bed.  I climb on top of him and he removes my shirt.  And the rest, as they say, is history…



Friday November 18th
Outside the Galen Center
**ON CAMERA**

Holy shit, there are a lot of people here.  Like...more than I expected.  Then again, up until now, I hadn’t really taken part in any of these big supercard promotional appearances.  I did my work and put up with the interviews and stuff, but usually all of the bigger “more important” superstars and Bombshells were booked for this type of thing.  I guess things have changed for me.  They’re really starting to look up.

There’s a stage set up just outside the Galen center, with barricades surrounding it to keep the fans back.  Security is also there to keep everything in check, and on the stage are two chairs and microphones for my interview.  Wow.  An interview in front of all these people?  Normally I wouldn’t get nervous about this stuff, but how can you not in front of a crowd like this?!  Especially considering I don’t know if they love me or still hate me at this point.

I’m standing just to the right of the stage, peeking out at the crowd.  I see Tim towards the front, right where he promised he would be watching during the interview.  To help keep me relaxed, as he had put it.  I felt a little better knowing this and as my interview was quickly approaching, all I could do was wait to be introduced and called on stage.  By who, you might ask?

The crowd quickly starts cheering loudly and I look on to the stage to see SCW Studios blogger, The Faithful Fangirl, Zelda Clark.  I don’t think she’s ever interview anyone before this show, as her first interview was with World Bombshell Champion, Crystal Millar.  The two are like best friends or something, go figure.  Anyway, she waves to the crowd with a huge smile on her face as she takes the microphone from one of the chairs and takes a seat.  The crowd quiets down and she brings the microphone up to her mouth to speak.

Zelda: Holy crap, this is so exciting!  Hello again, Los Angeles!  For those of you who don’t know, my name is Zelda Clark, a.k.a The Faithful Fangirl.  I know I’ve been on a bit of a break with my blog as of late, but I promise you all, I’m working on something and I’ll have a new post for you all to read VERY soon!  How are you all doing today?!

The crowd cheers and applauds her and the smile never fades from her face.  Earlier this year, I probably would have hated this chick, but she just has a likable personality so I’m cool with her.  

Zelda: So I’m super excited to be part of the High Stakes VI promotional appearances.  Normally I’d just stay hidden behind my laptop, writing for you, but as this is shaping up to be a huge show, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood thought the rest of the interviewers needed some help and thought I might enjoy getting in on the action and, well, I just couldn’t resist!  Some of you may have seen my interview with World Bombshell Champion, Crystal Millar, just last week and in just a few moments I’m going to conduct my next interview!

As more cheers follow, I start to tap my foot impatiently and nervously.  I’m only her second interview?  After Crystal Millar?  Shit, talk about a tough act to follow.  

Zelda: The woman I’m about to call up on stage is a former Bombshell Internet Champion who now has her sights set on going after the World Bombshell Championship.  She’s a former member of the Nobodies but quickly turning into a somebody and in just two days she’s facing not one but two tough challengers.  Everybody please welcome the woman with Lex Appeal...Alexis Edwards!!

To my surprise, my music actually starts playing and the crowd starts cheering and applauding.  Tim is, I think, the loudest and as I make my way up on stage, looking towards everyone in attendance, I look directly at him, a smile appearing on my face.  I walk up to the second chair and grab the microphone, quickly taking a seat as my music cuts off.

Lex: Wow.  I wasn’t really expecting that kind of reaction from everyone.  Thank you so much.  And thanks for the awesome introduction, Zelda.

Zelda claps and smiles as she turns her attention back to me.

Zelda: You’re very welcome!  It really doesn’t matter to me who I’m interviewing or meeting, I’m always just as excited.  Oh...crap.  That wasn’t the best thing to say was it?

The crowd laughs as Zelda realizes her choice of words, and she looks at me apologetically but I shake my head and laugh it off.

Lex: Don’t worry about it, Z.  It’s all good.

Zelda: Okay, good.  I just don’t like upsetting people or making them mad at me!  So anyway, tell us, Alexis...How excited are you for High Stakes VI?!  We’re just two days away and although it’s not a title match, you are facing two very tough opponents.

I nod, thinking my answer over carefully.  The fact was, I was starting to get nervous more than anything, and I had discussed this with Tim over the last few days.  I glance towards the crowd and at him, and he just nods his head once, encouraging me.  I turn my attention back to Zelda and raise the microphone to respond.

Lex: It is pretty exciting, yeah.  The show is stacked with fifteen amazing matches and everyone wants to be part of the match of the night.  They all want to steal the show, but it’s really anyone’s guess.  Anything can happen, especially part of a show called High Stakes.  Triple threats are never easy by any means, but I’m looking forward to it.

Zelda nods in approval and she moves on to her next question.  Everyone in the audience listens intently, showing me respect I wasn’t normally accustomed to.

Zelda: You’ve mentioned recently your intentions on going after the World Bombshell Championship.  You never had your rematch for the Internet Championship so I guess my next question is why jump to the top title instead of giving it another go at the Internet Championship?  Are you afraid to face Kate Steele, should she retain against Evie Baang on Sunday?  Or maybe you feel that Evie Baang will become the new Internet Champion and you’re not ready for a third match against her?

I let out a laugh.  Talk about packing several questions into one.  I shake my head as I go on to answer each of her questions, as best I can.

Lex: Honestly, Evie Baang had nothing to do with my decision to not ask for my rematch for the Internet Championship, and neither did Kate Steele.  The fact is, although I only held the title once and I didn’t make the greatest impression as champion as I would have like to, once is enough for me right now.  I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things, and that happens to be the World Bombshell Championship.

Zelda: Any interest in a third match against Evie Baang?

I quickly shake my head.

Lex: At this point in time, no.  As much as I hate to admit it, she’s proven twice that she can beat me.  Even if I were to face her a third time and beat her, she’d still have two victories over me.  She’d still have bragging rights.  So, again, I’m just ready to move on.  Evie Baang can focus on the Internet title scene if that is what she wants.

To my surprise, Zelda pouts out her bottom lip and a disappointed look appears on her face.

Zelda: Well color me disappointed then!  Regardless of the outcome, you and Evie put on two amazing matches, but I get what you’re saying.  So you think you’re ready to go for the World Bombshell Championship, huh?  You think you’re ready to face Crystal Millar?

I nod and let out a chuckle.

Lex: If she’s still champion after High Stakes, yes.

Zelda raises an eyebrow, and I can tell that struck a bit of a nerve in the bubbly blogger.

Zelda: Oooh...are you saying Jessie Salco will pull off an upset and defeat my girl, Crystal?!

I shake my head.

Lex: No, that’s not what I’m saying.  I’m not going to sit here and pick who I think is going to win that, and neither should you.  You’re supposed to be unbiased, remember?  But, then again, I can see why you’d be a little biased towards your girl, Crystal.  You can’t count Jessie out of anything, though.  She’s worked hard for this one-on-one match, regardless of the fact that, yes, she had to ask Mark Ward for the match.  And, yes, I feel like I’m ready to go for the World Bombshell Championship, and I’d love to face Crystal Millar, honestly.

Zelda: I’m not biased!  I was just saying needing clarification on your answer, that’s all!  And, good!  Because I would LOVE to see a one-on-one match with Alexis Edwards versus Crystal Millar!  Mark Ward...Christian Underwood...BOOK IT!

I laugh again and shake my head.  I see Tim nodding in the audience, and I just roll my eyes.

Lex: I won’t tell them to book it, because I have to work my way up to it first.

Zelda: Uh huh.  Word going around is that includes looking for a manager.  Care to put any truth to those rumors?

Lex: Boy nothing gets past you, does it?

The crowd laughs as Zelda just shakes her head.

Lex: But to answer that question, yes, I am looking for a manager.  But not just any manager.  If I want to get a World Bombshell title shot, I need a manager who will get me there.  I need a manager that has gotten people to the top titles before, and I have the perfect person in mind.

An audible “Oooh” is let out from not only Zelda, but the crowd as well.  This is just too much.

Zelda: Oh!  Do tell!  I love being in the know about these things!  It gives me something to write about!

She giggles and then winks at me, and I shake my head, again, with a laugh.  Sometimes I wish I felt like punching her, but if I did, I think Crystal Millar would literally want to kill me.

Lex: I’m not going to give anything away, because I’d like to talk to him first.  I sort of want the element of surprise, you know.  But, trust me when I say it’s someone who I know can lead me to the top title and get my career where I want it to be.  He’s an amazing manager from what I hear, and see, so...I think I’ll be okay.  Just pay attention to the show on Sunday and you’ll find out just who it is.

Zelda pouts again, but oh well.  She’ll live.  I’m wondering how much longer this interview is going to be, because I really need to train as much as I can and get ready for this match.

Zelda: Alright, fair enough.  So...let’s talk about High Stakes more shall we?  Specifically, your match.  This really is the perfect match for you to make an impact on your quest to the World Bombshell Championship since you’re facing two former champions themselves.  Samantha Marlowe, former two-time World Bombshell Champion, and Mikah, former longest-reigning World Bombshell Champion.  You have your work cut out for you, don’t you?

I take in a deep breath as she gets on the most important topic of this interview.  I nod and I glance at Tim from the corner of my eye and he’s nodding again.

Lex: I won’t lie and say that I don’t.  I’m not going to sit here and act like I have this match in the bag, because then I’d be a little too over-confident and that’s not how I want to come across.  I couldn’t ask for a better match to make the first big impression to get my World Bombshell title shot.  This match is huge.  It could make or break everything for me.  I know some people are saying regardless if I win or lose, I could still get a title shot eventually, but the way I see it?  This has to be a win situation for me.  Defeating Mikah and Sam would prove everything for me.

Zelda nods and I look to Tim again, and he’s smiling proudly at me.

Zelda: I could understand that, but as long as you put on a great show and bust your butt in this match that has to prove something, right?!  I mean, any of you three could win this, and the outcome doesn’t always make up the bosses minds!

Lex: You’re right, it doesn’t.  But, it makes up my mind.  I don’t want to be seen as one of those people who constantly lose matches and then keep getting title shots.  Earlier this year, I probably wouldn’t have cared.  But now?  Now I do.  I’ve seen way too many people lose match after match and get give title opportunities they haven’t earned.  I want to earn it.  I’m ready to earn it.  If I lose on Sunday, that’ll be three losses in a row, and that won’t be deserving of being put in the World Bombshell title scene.  Plain and simple.

Zelda nods, and I can tell she’s a little lost for words on that.  Tim is frowning at me, and the crowd is mostly silent, but they’re all one hundred perfect focused on me.

Zelda: Again, fair enough.  That’s very admirable of you, Alexis.  Very admirable indeed.  So, tell me your feelings on Sammi Marlowe and Mikah?

I nod slowly, thinking for a moment.  I take in a deep breath before I answer.

Lex: What can’t I say about those two?  What can’t I say about Samantha Marlowe?  I’ve faced her before, but honestly, that was a different point in both of our careers.  It was pretty early for both of us, and despite getting a win over her last time, she’s really come out of her shell and made an impact as a fierce competitor on the Bombshell roster.  I mean, being a two-time World Bombshell Champion in just her first year in SCW?  Huge accomplishment.  One that not many Bombshells can say they’ve achieved.  I’m looking forward to facing her again.

Zelda: And what about Mikah?  You’ve never faced her before now.

I shake my head slowly and let out an awkward laugh.

Lex: That’s true, I haven’t.  And it’s pretty nerve-wracking, honestly.  I’m surprised I’ve never been booked against her until now, but then again, I’m really not.  She held the title for nine months, and in that time, I wasn’t exactly ready to be pushed for that title.  Not to mention, I had gone to Christian Underwood and asked to avoid being booked against Mikah if at all possible.

Zelda and the audience gasp, and I can see Tim is equally surprised.  I can’t help but laugh at their reaction.

Zelda: Really?!  Why?!

Lex: Because I honestly didn’t want to face her.  I wasn’t ready to.  Especially considering back then, Mikah was pretty much a mega-bitch to everyone.  She told it like it was, regardless of who she was facing, and I had no interest in going up against that.  It wasn’t that I really didn’t think I could beat her, because I probably could have, but...I just didn’t feel like trying.  And because I didn’t feel like trying, I knew if I faced her, it would have just been setting myself up for defeat.  I don’t know.  It was a weird time for me.  One that I’ve since gotten over, and I’ve changed my perspective a bit.

Zelda: So you’re now more confident in going against her?

I think for a moment.  Confident wasn’t really the right word, but I guess it was the only way to describe my feelings towards this.

Lex: Yeah, I guess.  I mean, I feel better about facing her anyway, and I’m ready to at least try facing her.  But am I underestimating her?  Absolutely not.  And I’m not underestimating Sam Marlowe either.  I’m just ready for the fight ahead of me.  High Stakes is really the perfect name to describe this show.

Zelda: I couldn’t agree more!  Confidence is key, though, Alexis.  And win or lose, I’m sure you’ll make everyone proud, including yourself.  And I think I speak for everyone when I say that this triple threat match is one I’m really looking forward to!

Lex: Thanks, Zelda.  I hope people will pay attention to it, anyway.  And I hope that the three of us put on a match to remember.

The audience and Zelda applauds and I turn my attention to Tim.  He’s clapping, too, smiling proudly again and I have a feeling the interview is just about over.

Zelda: Well, that’s all the time we have, but I just have one final question.  Aside from working towards the World Bombshell Championship...What’s next for Alexis Edwards?!

She would ask that, wouldn’t she.  I smile and let out a laugh as I glance towards Tim.  I’m half tempted to tell the truth, especially when I notice Jordan slowly making her way to the front of the crowd.  I hold myself from frowning and making a scene before I turn to Zelda and answer that.

Lex: That is for me to know, and you all to find out.  I’m making a lot of positive changes in my life so...you’ll all just have to stay tuned to find that out.  But I will say that 2017 is going to be a great year for me.  That much I can promise.

The crowd applauds and cheers again and Zelda gets to her feet.  I follow suit and I’m taken back as Zelda steps up to me and gives me a friendly hug, quietly thanking me for a great interview.  My music hits again and I turn to face the crowd, waving to them before walking off the stage and going to meet Tim.



Can you feel it, Mikah?  Sam?  Can you feel the excitement building?  The nerves?  The determination?  I hope so, because I sure can.  I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so many emotions heading into one match so far, and once that bell rings on Sunday...it’s every woman for themselves!

I don’t know what to say that hasn’t already been said, ladies.  Regardless of what I’ve said in the past, or who I was earlier this year, that’s all changed.  I now have mad respect for the both of you and everything you’ve done in SCW recently, and I couldn’t ask for two better opponents for Sunday.  This match is the first step for me in going for the World Bombshell Championship, so I hope the both of you know that I’m going to fight tooth and nail to walk out with the win.

Sam, I know that you’ve been on a bit of a slump lately.  I also know that you’re letting it start to get to you...discourage you, from what I’ve seen.  But, let me tell you, you shouldn’t.  Even the best performers go through rough patches.  Even the greatest athletes have their droughts, and you just can’t give up regardless.  Sooner or later, you’ll find that spark again.  You’ll get on a roll and start making waves in SCW again.  But...as someone told me recently...you just have to believe in yourself.

This isn’t easy for me, going against you like this.  I want you at the top of your game.  I want to face the Sam Marlowe that Bombshells feared facing.  The Sam Marlowe that ended Mikah’s nine month Bombshell title reign.  I want to face that woman, but for some reason...I don’t think that’s the Sam that’s going to show up.  Is it?  You can try to deny it, but I’ve been paying close attention and you just seem off.

Maybe Spike and Vixen need to give you a kick up the ass.  We’ve both been trained by them, so you know they’ll do just that.  But, in the end, the ball is in your court, Sam.  You decide whether you want to keep fighting, despite the losses that happen...Or are you just going to give up?  Throw away all that hard work you put in?  It’s up to you, Sam.  Think about it.

And Mikah?  The time has come, hasn’t it?  We couldn’t avoid facing each other forever, could we?  It had to happen sooner or later, and I find it a bit ironic, and fitting, that it happens at High Stakes VI.  When I’ve made my intentions known on going for the World Bombshell Championship, and you’ve now apparently done the same, saying you want to get your title back.  I should have seen that one coming.  But, I have to ask…

Is that what you REALLY want, Mikah?  Do you really want to get ”YOUR” championship back, or are you using it as a distraction from something else in your life?  Something that your new hubby apparently wants?  Word has it you’ve actually managed to get Drake Green to have babies on the brain.  Quite an accomplishment, Mikah.  But again...is that what you want?

I have no doubt if you TRULY want the World Bombshell Championship, you could really be a threat to me ever getting my own shot.  You could really stand in my way.  Not that I should be complaining, because I think some true contenders for the title is just what the division needs.

But we also need someone who isn’t distracted.  Someone who is one hundred percent focused on the division...on the title scene.  And do I think that’s you, Mikah?  Not at this moment.  No disrespect at all, Mikah, but it’s just the way I see it.

There are three of us in this match on Sunday.  And I get the feeling that I am the only one that is completely focused on this match, and the long term goal from it.  I’m at the point in my career where I’m ready to start making waves.  Ready to start being taken seriously, and I was hoping to face the two of you at your best, but I’m not sure I’m going to get that.  I know it’ll be a great match, regardless, but...I don’t know.  Maybe it won’t quite live up to my expectations...won’t be everything I thought it would be.

Maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe I’m not.  Maybe I’m just psyching myself out going against the two of you.  Whatever the case, this is a match I have to win.  This is a match I am DETERMINED to win.

And I want to see that same determination from the both of you.  What do you say ladies?

Let’s steal the show.  Let’s put on a match to remember!  Let’s make it a night no one will forget!

See you Sunday, ladies!  

[Mikah]

 
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LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 7
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
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She’d only been in Los Angeles for a few hours and she already felt uncomfortable.  She tried to stay calm and not feel as if she was being watched but she felt eyes on her at all times.  It was different than the people who know who she is and stare because they’re in awe or wonder or whatever.  This felt creepy to her and she didn’t know if she was actually feeling somebody’s eyes on her or maybe she was being paranoid.  She sighs as she moves in closer to Drake as they walk along the busy street and she winds her arm around his and then grabs his hand, linking her fingers with his.

::DRAKE  “Everything okay, babe?”

She looks at him and stops as she glances across the street and she feels the blood run cold in her veins as she sees Cameron standing there, a smirk on his face.  She stops moving then looks at Drake and points across the street but then looks to see nobody there.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I--thought I saw…never mind.  I’m okay.”

She wasn’t okay but she didn’t want to tell him that.  She didn’t want him to worry and urge her to get a restraining order against Cameron.  She wasn’t sure she’d even be granted one as he hadn’t done anything that would require one.  Just been a certified creep.

::DRAKE  “Relax babe, this should be easy.”

She looks at him, a small smile crossing her face as she does so.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “What’s supposed to be easy, babe?”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by that.  She thought she was doing okay at hiding the signs of being uncomfortable.  But maybe he knew the signs.

::DRAKE  “Being in public.  You don’t have to worry, Cameron isn’t around.  And if he is, I’ll take care of him.”

She smiles before he pulls her into him, her body pressed up against his as they stop walking.  He looks into her eyes, a smile on his face before he leans down and kisses her on the lips.  When they kissed, Mikah felt as if time always stopped as if it was waiting for them to be done or enjoying their love.  She felt silly when she thought that way but she loved Drake and she didn’t care if she felt silly.  She smiles as she pulls away from him.

;;MIKAH  “What was that for?”

::DRAKE  “I can’t kiss my wife whenever I want now?”

He raises an eyebrow at her, a silly look on his face.  She giggles and pulls his head down and kisses him again.  She smiles against his lips before she pulls back.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “You can kiss me whenever you want to.  Whenever.”

She grins at him before they continue to walk back to their hotel.  They had just gone for a walk to see what restaurants were nearby, having no real time to look up some.  Mikah had found it to be more adventurous that way and she enjoyed just walking down the strip and then picking a restaurant that served food that the both of them liked.

::DRAKE  “Good because I would kiss you whether you said I could or couldn’t; that’s why I’m your husband.”

A laugh rolls off of Mikah’s lips as they walk, her arm wrapped around his and her hand in his.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Just so you can kiss me?  That’s the only reason that you married me?”

He grins at her and nods his head.

::DRAKE  “Yup.  Just so I can kiss you whenever I want to.”

He wrinkles his nose at her and she shakes her head at him before glancing across the street again and seeing who she believes to be Cameron standing there, a glare on his face.  She freezes, the silly banter between them stopping as she stares at him.  Drake stops, catching the hestitation and the sudden mood change.

::DRAKE  “Babe?”

She glances at him before glancing back to see that nobody was standing there.  She frowns before looking at Drake again, a confused look on her face.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I’m not crazy, Drake.”

::DRAKE  “I never said that you were crazy, babe…”

She looks at him before looking across the street once more to just see people walking to wherever it was they needed to go.  She glances at Drake before looking back at the spot where she swore she’d seen Cameron.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I…I just swear he’s here, Drake.  He has to be.”

Drake looks around, trying to see if there was any sign of Cameron but there were none.  He offers his wife a gentle smile before hugging her, trying to reassure her of whatever it was she needed.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “He’s in Los Angeles, Drake.  I just know that he is.”

::DRAKE  “I’ll make sure he doesn’t come close to you if he is.  We need to look into getting you a bodyguard.”

Mikah frowns a bit.  She didn’t want a bodyguard and they’d talked about it before and she’d always turn him down.  But now she wasn’t so sure.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Babe, that just makes me nervous to have some man following me around…”

Drake sighs as they seem to be stopped in the middle of the sidewalk again.  He looks at her before running a hand through his hair.  He had tried to reason with her before but she wouldn’t listen to him.

::DRAKE  “I know you don’t want a bodyguard, Mikah.  But I’m not giving you an option now.  You need somebody to be around you at all times.”

;;MIKAH[/b]  “No, Drake.  I want to be approachable to my fans.”

She knew he was growing frustrated with her and he looks at her, a frustrated look in his eyes.  She knew he wanted her to be safe but she didn’t want to back down either.

::DRAKE  “Approachable to your fans!?  So another Cameron can happen!?  That’s stupid Mikah, you’re going to get a body guard.”

He grabs her hand and tugs her gently in the direction of the hotel.  She frowns but she didn’t want to fight with him in public; she didn’t need that in the TMZ headlines.  She smiles politely at people they pass and soon they’re at their hotel.  She looks at Drake as they walk into the lobby and she rolls her eyes as some teenagers swarm him, oohing and aweing over Drake Green.  She crosses her arms over her chest as he signs autographs and takes pictures for them, the whole shebang.   After a few minutes, he tells them he’s gotta go before rejoining Mikah.  She looks at him, an eyebrow raised before they go to the elevator to go up to their suite.  They step into the elevator and Mikah presses the close doors button as Drake presses the number nine.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Don’t think that our discussion is done, Drake.”

::DRAKE  “And don’t think that you’re going to win, because I’m going to win.”

She frowns at him as they ride the rest of the elevator ride in silence.  They listen to the beeps before the elevator dings and then the doors open.  She steps out of the elevator and begins to walk down the hallway to their room, Drake following her.  They were pretty silent for the most part as she unlocks the door with the hotel key and they step inside, the door closing behind them.  She tosses her purse into a chair.  They were staying at the Beverly Hills Five Star hotel and had booked the villa suite with a kitchenette and jacuzzi tub.  It was more than what they needed for a week but Mikah loved it.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Drake, I get that you’re worried and think that I need a bodyguard now..”

::DRAKE  “No, I don’t think you do, Mikah.  This Cameron guy has been bugging  you for a long time now and you haven’t done anything about it other than taking a break from SCW and he’s been quiet, doormant.  But just tonight, you’ve felt uneasy and I believe you when you say he’s here in L.A.  You can’t go on being scared all the time, so you are going to get a bodyguard.”

She scowls at him, not happy with him telling her how it was going to be.  She sits down on the couch before looking up at him.  She wanted to yell at him and tell him he was being ridiculous but a part of her knew that maybe he was right.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “But he hasn’t really done anything!  He’s just been a creep, that’s all!  I don’t think that exactly warrants a bodyguard.”

Drake sits down on the small glass coffee table that was in front of the couch, looking into his wife’s eyes.  The two were stubborn when it came down to it.’

::DRAKE  “You don’t understand, Mikah.  He’s gonna do more, he’s going to escalate.  That’s how all stalkers are.  They just don’t keep with the small petty things; they escalate and I don’t want it to get to that point.  So you are going to get a bodyguard and we are holding interviews tomorrow in a board room in this hotel.  You can throw a fit all you want but it’s happening.”

She pouts before leaning back in the couch, acting more like a child than an adult.  She didn’t want to have a bodyguard following her around at all times; she wanted to just have a normal life.  She wasn’t JDoubleH; she didn’t need to be protected by a overly buff male.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I’m going to go sit in the jacuzzi tub and pretend that I’m not getting a bodyguard.  You can join or not.”

She chooses not to press the matter any further before getting up and walking upstairs to change into her bikini.  She hums to herself as she tugs her simple wrestling tee off and tosses it on the bed as she stands in just her bra and skinny jeans.  She jumps as Drake wraps his arms around her from behind and places a kiss on her bare shoulder blade, by the strap of her hot pink bra.

::DRAKE  “Don’t be mad at me, babe.  I just want you to be safe at all times.”

He keeps his arms wrapped around her from behind before moving her blonde locks away from the back of her neck and kissing her there.  She sighs as she wanted to stay mad at him but at the same time, she didn’t want to be mad at him anymore either.  Being in love with your husband was a complicated thing.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “But I want to be mad at you.”

::DRAKE  “But you’re not…”

She sighs and nods her head, agreeing with him.  She found it harder and harder to stay mad at him.  She still didn’t think she needed a bodyguard but she wasn’t about to start that argument again.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Join me in the jacuzzi?”

He grins before kissing down her spine from her neck.  She closes her eyes, shivering slightly from the touch of his lips on her bare back.  His hands slid down her stomach, rubbing her skin softly as he fumbles with her jeans.

;:Drake  “Of course.  Like I was going to pass up the opportunity of seeing you in a bikini.  Do you think I’m stupid?”

She shakes her head no before letting him help her out of her jeans, revealing the matching hot pink panties she was wearing.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “If you would have asked me a year ago, I’d have probably said yes.”

She turns to face him before leaning up and kissing his lips and his arms wrap around her lower waist, resting just above her butt as he pulls her into him.  She pulls her lips away from his before helping him out of his t-shirt and then letting her fingertips travel over every bump and surface of his torso.

::DRAKE  “You still wanted me then.”

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I believe it is you that wanted me.”

He laughs before kissing her again as she worked his pants off so he could put on his swimwear to go sit in their own private jacuzzi tub.  They probably wouldn’t agree on the bodyguard issue tonight so they were going to pretend the argument didn’t happen.

THE NEXT DAY.

Mikah sat behind the rectangular table with her arms folded over her chest and a scowl present on her face.  Her husband, Drake sat to her right trying to appear to be happy and upbeat but it was proving to be a frustrating task with his wife’s determination to be in a mood.

::DRAKE  “Come on, be a sport, Miks.  It’s  for your safety.”

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Do you really think that any of these…people can actually keep me safe?  They’ve all been fakes and liars before just because they want to meet the one and only, Drake Green.”

She rolls her eyes before moving to sit criss-cross style in her chair.  She loved her husband but sometimes his fame drove her crazy.  She wasn’t a people person no matter how hard she tried to be.  She knew that he was a different type of famous than she was and she was dealing with it the best she could.

::DRAKE  “Not all of them have been fakes, Mikah.”

He gives her a pointed look and she just scowls before leaning back in the seat, comfortable enough to not care.  She gives him a look back before shaking her head.

::DRAKE  “Plus, this next guy’s resume looks promising.  His name is Brody Wagner and he’s thirty-eight years old and has been the bodyguard for several other werstling stars that have seemed to have this problem over the years.”

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Well, Brody can go suck a fat one, I’m not picking one out.”

Drake shakes his head at his wife’s adamant behavior before signaling to the door.  In walked a man with dark brown hair and some scruff on his face.  Mikah looks at him before rolling her eyes and looking down at her fingernails as he walks over and shakes Drake’s hand before offering his hand to her for her to shake.  She just looks at him and he chuckles before sitting down in the chair across from them.

::DRAKE  “Thanks for applying in short notice.  I’m Drake Green and this is my wife Mikah Green.  She’d be the one you’d be working for or protecting or whatever the correct term is.”

;;MIKAH  “He doesn’t even look he can protect himself, Drake.”

He shoots her a look and she just raises her eyebrows at him.  She didn’t care if she was being rude or not, she was just pointing out what she thought.

↕↕BRODY  “Excuse me ma’am, but I’m a former FBI agent that worked with the BAU and I’ve been trained in all the gun safety classes plus I’ve done some martial arts training over in Japan.  I think I’m more than qualified enough to follow you around.”

;;MIKAH  “Oh excuse me for voicing my opinion of you.  This isn’t exactly something I want.”

Drake once again gives Mikah a look, trying to get her to keep her mouth shut but she wasn’t having any of it.  He clears his throat and she rolls her eyes at him.

::DRAKE  “Obviously, my wife is not happy with the decision I’ve made for her regarding her safety but I’ve taken the choice away from her.  She has this delusional thought that her stalker boy is just going to disappear when I know that it will escalate.  It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when.  And she will probably do everything in her power to try to get you to quit or make your life miserable, so you’re going to have to be able to deal with that on top of following her around.  That is, if you were to get the job.  Can you handle that?”

Brody looks over at Mikah and she gives him as to say what and he laughs before looking at Drake.

↕↕BRODY  “I think I can handle her.”

;;MIKAH  “I’m not something to be handled!”

She pouts and scowls a bit as she looks over at Drake then across the table at Brody and gives him a look.

;;MIKAH  “Why would you even want to do this?”

↕↕BRODY  “Because it’s a good paying job and because I know what it’s like to work with the creeps of the world, ma’am.”

She narrows her eyes at him, sizing him up a little bit before looking over at her husband.  Drake takes a deep breath as he tries to stay calm.

::DRAKE  “If you were to see her stalker, what would be your course of action?”

Drake leans back, looking across the table at Brody before looking over at Mikah.

↕↕BRODY  “The first plan of action would to be make sure that Mikah was safe and that she wouldn’t be left alone with this guy.  The second plan of action would be to place myself in his line of vision so he didn’t have access to her.  And if that’s not enough, I have enough defense skills in my arsenal that I could use any move necessary to keep her safe at all times.”

Drake grins before looking over at Mikah, who appeared to be uninterested in what the two were discussing.

::DRAKE  “What happens if you’re not close enough to get her to safety?”

↕↕BRODY  “I would then move toward the target to keep him from getting to her.  I can handle the target better than she can.”

He gestures to Mikah with his thumb and she scowls at him before looking at Drake.

;;MIKAH  “You two are ridiculous.  Do you really think Cameron is going to do anything to me?  He hasn’t done anything but be a classified creep since I met him.”

↕↕BRODY  “They always start that way, ma’am.  People like Cameron don’t have boundaries or respect other people’s boundaries either.  He will escalate, ma’am and I’m not saying that just because I want this job.  I’m saying it because it’s true.  I’ve seen cases like yours before and he will escalate and he’s probably plotting his plan out right now.”

Mikah sighs before leaning back against her chair, looking down at her knees in her jeans before looking across the table at Brody.  Brody looks at her and then to Drake.

::DRAKE  “It sounds like you’re well trained in any area in which we would need you for.”

;;MIKAH    “Wait…”

Drake looks over at his wife and she offers him a small smile before looking to Brody.

;;MIKAH “What happens if Cameron were to approach me and you were using the bathroom, what then?”

If she was going to have to have a bodyguard, she wanted to be thorough with her questions and maybe participate a little bit.  It didn’t mean that she was happy with having a guy follow her around to places, it just meant she was trying to cooperate, for her husband’s sake.

↕↕BRODY  “Well, I suppose if that were to happen, you’re going to have to scream.  But I can always make sure that there will be somebody around that will know what’s going on, whether it’s your husband or somebody else.”

She just looks at him before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “Okay.”

Drake reaches over and grabs her hand, giving it a small squeeze before he looks back at Brody.  She looks down at her ankles as Drake looks across the table to Brody.

::DRAKE  “Okay, it sounds like the job is yours if you want it.”

↕↕BRODY  “I’ll take it.  I’m taking that I start immediately?”

Drake nods his head before looking at Mikah.  She rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed with her husband’s stubbornness that made him want her to have a bodyguard that she didn’t necessarily want.  But it wasn’t like she had much of a choice now that Drake had basically given Brody Wagner the job.

::DRAKE  “Yes, you will start later today when she has to go do something for her match.  I would normally go with but I might not be welcome today.”

He shoots Mikah a small smile and she gives him a look.

↕↕BRODY  “Perfect.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "FAN Q AND A’S."
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•

Mikah sat behind a table that had a black and yellow table cloth on it.  She was sporting a simple black and silver dress that was skin tight, strapless, and short.  There were a pile of her own photographs to her left and she was holding a silver sharpie.  She was trying to be pleasant as she signed autograph after autograph.  Brody was dressed in a suit and was standing behind her as she continued to sign autographs for the fans that had been waiting in line.  She sets her marker down and flexes her hand.

½½MANAGER PERSON  “Okay, that’s the end of the autograph session; Mikah will now take questions from the fans but first I need everybody to exit the building so chairs can be set up.  The people that have paid for these passes will be the only ones that will be let in.  Thank you very much.”

Mikah glances behind her at Brody before watching as the people began to form what she would call a fucking crowd as they try to leave the building.  She runs a hand through her pin-straight blonde locks as she gets comfortable.  She was glad she’d have at least fifteen minutes to just sit and stare and do absolutely nothing.  She watches as people put out chairs, filling the room pretty much.  She was ready to take a nap or go sit in the jacuzzi hot tub in her room and do nothing for the rest of the afternoon but she had promised that she’d sit here and answer questions from her fans.

;;MIKAH  “This is so boring.”

She was talking to herself or to Brody as he stood behind her.  There was no question in whether or not he’d be there, but she’d have to figure out what to do with him when she competed on Sunday.

↕↕BRODY  “Would you like to go for a walk, ma’am?”

;;MIKAH  “Brody, I’m married but thanks for the offer.”

She’d been making comments to him like that all day.  If he offered to do something that she considered nice or too nice, she’d remind him of the ring on her finger and that Drake Green was her husband.  It irritated him but it made her day that much more enjoyable.

↕↕BRODY  “Not what I meant.”

She chuckles before the manager lady who put together this entire thing speaks up and has people sitting down.  Mikah covers her mouth, hiding a yawn as she watches the people sit down.  She didn’t even realize she had that many fans as big of a bitch as she’s been in the past.

;;MIKAH  “Look, Brody, all these people are here to see me, who knew.”

He doesn’t say anything as he goes back to being silent as the manager lady walks up to Mikah and whispers something in her ear.  Mikah rolls her eyes before looking out to the crowd and offering a smile.

;;MIKAH   “Thank you for coming here today.  I’m glad that you have taken time out of your day to come spend an hour or two with me.  It’s going to be worth your time.  I was instructed by Angela here to do some sort of introduction but most of you already know that I’m the SCW Bombshell Mikah, who holds the record for being the longest reigning Bombshell Champion.  She’s told me that I can pick who I want to ask a question and some intern is going to run around with a microphone to that person.  It’ll be like I’m on the Ellen show.”

Oh how she loved the Ellen Show.  She crosses her legs and leans forward sitting up straight in her chair.  She points to a person who was already raising their hand and the intern walks over with the microphone.#

§§FAN OO1  “You’ve been away from SCW since the end of September and haven’t really appeared on any episodes of Climax Control except for the last one before this Sunday’s High Stakes.  What do you think it will be like backstage for you?”

She bites her bottom lip, looking at the fan as she processes the question in her mind.  She wasn’t sure but she was sure that most of the locker room would be understanding.  They didn’t seem to hate as much as they did a year ago, which was entertaining in itself to think about.

;;MIKAH “Well, I would assume that they haven’t really thought about how long I’ve been gone and they shouldn’t really have an issue with me being back.  It’s not like the match I’ve been booked in is for a championship or anything.  So I don’t see why there would be any issues backstage for me.  There’s a lot of respect for one another backstage; each competitor has their own strengths and their own weaknesses, so I think there’s just mutual respect among us all.”

She smiles before pointing to another fan before looking around the room.  It was packed and it was honestly more than what she expected this to be.  She didn’t even know that she had so many fans but maybe she’d been oblivious to her success or her stardom.

§§FAN OO2  “What’s it like wrestling in front of thousands of people?”

Mikah bites onto her bottom lip, thinking about the question.  It was a question she got asked a lot and she never really knew how to describe what it was like.  How can you describe an emotion that you didn’t even have word to use for it?

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Well, it’s really an indescribable feeling and it’s just so surreal.  I mean, it’s a career that many would die to have and here I am living it.  And it’s hard to even think about the fans when you’re in the ring trying to get the win over another competitor who is easily just as good as you or sometimes, even better depending on the night.  That’s always my least favorite question to answer because there’s no real answer.”

She smiles as the intern moves to another fan that Mikah had pointed to.  She was enjoying doing this little thing with her fans and it was proving to be more relaxed than what she was expecting.

§§FAN OO3  “Alexis Edwards and you have pretty similar wrestling styles but then you throw Sam Marlowe in, whose ring technique is different than the two of you.  How do you plan to prepare for that?”

Mikah had been racking her brain trying to figure out just what her plan of action would be for Sunday.  She hated going to the top rope and preferred to stay grounded whenever possible.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Do you have any ideas?”

A nervous laugh rolled off of her tongue before she smiled again, relaxing a bit.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I don’t know if you can have a plan when you go into a match with a person whose wrestling style is so different from your own.  You just go into the match, hopeful.”

She then points to another fan and watches as the intern walks over with the mircrophone.  She really felt as if she was hosting her own personal TV show.

§§FAN OO4   “You’re my favorite Bombshell on the SCW roster!  But if you could choose, who would be your favorite?”

SThe fan looked expectant and impatient, waiting for an answer to the question she’d asked Mikah.  Mikah takes a deep breath, thinking about the question that was lingering between them.  She looks around as she thinks about all of the Bombshells that are on the roster.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Well…I’m not sure that’s a very fair question.  I’m pretty self centered and I’m even a mother!  But let me think for a moment…”

She had to think.  There were a lot of women that were employed with SCW and almost every Bombshell had something they brought to the table.  She didn’t want to pick a favorite but what else could she do?  She was put on the spot here.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “”I don’t know why but I really think my favorite is Melody Grace.  I know her and I have had our issues in the past but she’s honestly one of my favorites to compete with.  And she’s a good person so there’s that, too.”

In the past, she would have never admitted to even liking Melody even a little bit.  She had been determined to keep that persona until she married Drake Green and everything changed.  Her personality changed and she was happy.  She watches as she sees a few more hands raised and she points to another one then watches the intern walk over.

§§FAN OO5   “Your match doesn’t really serve a purpose, does it?  It’s not for a championship or for a contendership for any of them, so why do you care?”

Mikah presses her lips together, before looking around and leaning back.  She did care and she wasn’t sure that she liked to be so open to any of these questions that they were asking.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Because I didn’t care for a long time and it didn’t get me anywhere.  No, wait.  That’s not true, I acted like I didn’t care but I did care.  The first start of this year I started out on a high note in January but in February a lot of bad things happened to me.  My best friend and my daughter’s biological father died and I was a mess.  I hid it well but it was the worst time of my life and I just...it was horrib;e.”

She shakes her head a little bit.  She runs a hand through her blonde locks before looking around the busy room and her blood runs cold as she sees Cameron perched near the door.  She glances slightly over her shoulder at Brody and then looks back to see Cameron still sitting there.  She takes a deep breath before pointing to another fan.

§§FAN OO6   “Sam Marlowe seems to think that you’ve lost your killer instinct.  What do you say about that?”

Mikah smirks and shakes her head a little bit.  She bites her bottom lip before looking at the fan then looking at the other ones who were gathered around to listen to her speak.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Well, maybe it’s a good thing.  Maybe it’s a good thing that she’s going to believe that I don’t have that killer instinct anymore in the ring.  Because she won’t be expecting me; expecting what I bring to the ring.  Just because I’ve changed my attitude, doesn’t mean I’ve changed my ring presence.  I’m going have even more of a killer instinct than before.  I’m going to be both vicious and ruthless in the ring.  Because I have to be.  People are going to be watching to see if I am still the same or just a watered down version of before that’s all sunshine and whatever.  My ring presence hasn’t changed; I’m still going to have that killer instinct and I’m still going to do whatever it takes to win.”

She smiles pleasantly at her fans, waiting for the moment she could leave now that she knew that Cameron was lurking by the doorway.  She points to a new fan and the intern hurries over to the fan.

§§FAN OO7   “Alexis Edwards admitted what everybody had thought about her when you and her were sort of friends: she was terrified to face you.  I’m not sure if she still it but I have an inkling that she is.  Are you flattered that somebody is terrified to face?”

She smirks and look at the fan then over at Cameron, briefly who was watching her intently.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Well, I’m not sure.  Is she terrified of me because I’m that good in the ring?  Or is she terrified because she thinks I’m reckless in the ring?  I’m sure it’s because I’m that good in the ring.  She never challenged me for the Bombshell championship and she’s right to feel that way.  I held the championship for nine months and that’s an impressive feat in itself.  But you know, it happens.  When somebody holds a championship for that long and has a dominant reign, fear is going to happen.  I don’t know if I should be flattered or not but I should at least be thankful that she seems to respect me in some way, shape, or form and that’s how I’m going to take it.  Because it’s in a sense a compliment.”

She smiles before sighing and looking back at Brody.  He offers her a friendly smile as she looks back at Cameron, before looking away from him as fast as she looked at him.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I’d love to stay here even longer and continue with these questions but there’s a long list of things that I have to do to prepare for my match on Sunday.  I thank you for coming out and spending your afternoon with me.  Bye.”

She smiles and blows her fans a few kisses before getting up and leaving the area and going to the room where she got ready as she begins to hyperventilate.  Brody knocks a moment after and she jumps and turns as he walks in, the fear and panic written on her face.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “He was here.”

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "ALL THE FEELS."
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 3
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE iii
REC•

Living with a bodyguard following her around was not an easy thing to deal with.  She was trying to adjust her best but it was hard.  She enjoyed spending time with her husband but when they were in public, it was like they didn’t have any privacy.  She thought that he wouldn’t follow her around when she was with Drake but Drake apparently had enough with dealing with Cameron and wanted Brody to do it full time.

It was making her slightly sick to her stomach to know that Cameron was around and she found herself in the bathroom of the place she was staying at.  She was fighting the urge to stick her fingers down her throat and make herself throw up.  It was a daily struggle and she hadn’t done it for a long time but it was hard now.  Hard to fight against it.  She sits down on the floor and leans back against the bathtub.  She didn’t want to resort back to that way because it had almost cost her career.

FLASHBACK TO 2014

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “Hello there, Meekah--”

She didn't give him a chance to continue.  She was in the hospital after an incident that happened the previous week.

;;MIKAH  “You would think that somebody with a doctorate degree would know how to pronounce one's name. It's MY-kah, idiot.”

She didn't have time to hold his hand through the check up. Just like she didn't have time to hold her opponents' hands through the match. They still didn't seem to care about the match and she did care. She wanted to win and she wanted to beat the living hell out of them.  She had been so impatient.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “Excuse me? Did you just call me an idiot for mispronouncing your name, which has more than one pronunciation?”

He had seemed so shocked that she would be the one to be calling him an idiot.  He had had a surprised look on his face.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “You heard me; I didn’t stutter.”

The doctor just looked at her, slightly amused.  She knew that he hadn’t come across somebody quite like her before.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “I’m Doctor McKinley.  I will be doing a check up to make sure that you’re healthy to compete for your match.”

She hadn’t looked very impressed with him at the time.  She had felt that he was a moron and she knew that was what he was there to do.”

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Really?!  I would have never guessed that that was what you were here to do!   Have you been talking to one of my bird-brained opponents?”

He had been growing more and more irritated with her bad attitude as she sat there, a smirk plastered on her face.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “You do know that I have the power to make the decision not to clear you for your match, right?  So if I were you, Mikah, I’d watch what you say because right now?  All the power is in my hands.”

She laughed at him before rolling her eyes at him as she relaxed a little bit.  He grabbed her wrist to take her pulse even though the nurse had done so earlier.  She watched him, her eyes on him as she sits there as he took her pulse.  She watched him write something on her chart before he grabbed the tool to look in her mouth.  She was growing impatient with him as he looked in her mouth before he used his stethoscope to listen to her lungs and heart as she breathed in the deep breaths.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “Now I am going to have you step on the scale one more time.”

She was growing more impatient now and was more nervous than she should have been.  She looks at the scaled before looking at him as she gets down and walks over and steps onto the scale.  He moved the things back and forth before looking at her.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “Sit back down, we need to talk about your weight.”

She frowned before sitting back down as he writes a few more things on her chart as he sits on his rolling stool.  She looks down at her knees, her heart pounding hard against her chest.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “You only weigh 109 pounds, Mikah.  That’s not healthy for how tall you are; your weight should be around 120 and not closer to 100.  I don’t know if I can actually clear you to compete.”

She was not happy with that and wouldn’t let him continue.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Who the fuck do you think you are?!  You don’t even know me, yet you’re threatening to stop my career in its tracks?!  Do you even know what that would do to me!?  I know I don’t weigh very much but that doesn’t affect my ability to kick somebody’s ass.  Don’t be a jerk and do the right fucking thing or I’ll kick you in your ugly face.”

She didn’t care that she was threatening a doctor.

FA8258]||Dr. McKinley   “You didn’t let me finish, Mikah.  I was going to say that I don’t know if I can clear you unless you can make a solid promise that you will try to get healthier and if you make a follow up appointment in a month.”

She looked at him, irritation written on her face as she just stares at him.  She didn’t want to do that but she was at a stand still.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Fine.  I’ll work on it and schedule a follow up appointment.”

She was lying but he couldn’t tell, she had a good poker face.  He writes a few things on her chart before telling her that she can go.  She hops down and walks out of the exam room.

A9F5F2]END OF FLASHBACK

She sighs before getting up and walking out of the bathroom to see her husband leaning up against the back of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest.  She looks at him before looking at her feet.

::DRAKE  “Are you okay?”

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I don’t know.  I don’t feel comfortable with Cameron in the same area as we are, Drake.”

She was trying not to cry as she looks at her husband.  He sighs, knowing the signs that she was about to cry and he walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her into him for a hug.

::DRAKE  “It will be okay, babe.  I promise.  He won’t get to you, I will make sure of it.”

He kisses the top of her head as he hugs her, her head resting against his chest as they stand there like that for a moment or so.  He wanted to be there for her in any way that he could be but he wasn’t sure what she needed to feel safe.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Why doesn’t he just leave me alone, Drake?”

::DRAKE  “I don’t know babe.  I wish I did.”

He kisses her again before running his fingertips through her hair.  He wanted to just stay like this and she wanted to be with him in this place for as long as possible, with Cameron locked outside of their hotel room.  It was a hard time.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "DOWN TO BUSINESS."
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE iv
REC•

Mikah takes a deep breath as she holds a microphone in her hands as she looks at the basketball court that would be transformed into a proper wrestling themed arena but it worked perfectly for her promo.  The Galen Center was nice and she had enjoyed watching people scurry about, getting ready to transform it into what it would look like on Sunday but she was excited to just be there without the ring set up.  She glances at the camera crew and the one holding the camera nods his head.  She takes a deep breath before taking off her trench coat that was covering up her purple ring attire and she steps out into the middle of the basketball court.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Sunday is going to be here before we all know it….”

She was walking around, her back to the camera.  Her hair was in loose curls and she had to refrain from fixing her skimpy bottoms.  She stops moving, standing still for a moment.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “This...this will all be changed on Sunday.  The basketball court will be covered and the hoops will be raised.  This...this will be the time where the SCW takes over and rocks the place to the core.”

Slowly she turns around to face the camera, a smile on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I can’t tell you how excited I am to be back and be competing and competing against two women who are two of the best Bombshells that are in the locker room.  And I know that there are some fans that don’t view our match as anything but a filler match but that’s where they’re wrong.”

She shakes her head for dramatic effect as she stands in the middle of the basketball court.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Our match is just the stepping stone that will take the winner onto bigger and better things.  It’s going to be the match that a lot of people are going to be talking about for months to come.  It may not be for a championship or really for anything but Sam, Alexis, and I we are three of the best Bombshells in the locker room today.”

She looks around, the vast space getting a little to her.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “This place is going to be filled with fans on Sunday and we won’t even be able to hear ourselves think clearly.  We will be anxious to get out to the ring to compete and to show everybody who’s the best in the locker room and that our match is going to be the match of the night.  I know there’s people that haven’t a clue why we were booked in this match but I know it’s because we have the most to prove.”

She sits down criss-cross style in the middle of the basketball court.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Alexis, I know that you say that you have the most to prove and the most to lose with this match.  And maybe you’re right.  But I have a lot to lose if this match doesn’t come out the way that I want it to.  I have to prove myself all over again.  It’s not like I’m Jessie Salco and waltz right into Mark Ward and Christian Underwood’s office and demand a title shot that I most certainly didn’t deserve.  I’m not that person; I’ve never been that person in my entire career.”

She takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I might have been a horrible person but I earned my shot to get a shot at Raynin when she was the Bombshell champion.  I didn’t ask for the opportunity but I wasn’t stupid, I wasn’t going to turn the shot down either.  Nobody expected me to beat Raynin and it was probably one of the most shocking wins in the company but I deserved that shot because I earned.  That’s what we have in common, us three.  We don’t go around just demanding things be handed to us on a golden platter because we think we deserve it.”

She takes a deep breath before looking at the camera, a smile playing on her face again.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “And do we deserve a shot at Crystal Millar?”

She raises her eyebrows before looking up for a moment, thinking.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Of course we do.  Alexis, you just came out of a feud with Evie Baang, a Bombshell who is on her way up and will do good things in this company.  But you, you were amazing in both matches that you had with her.  You’ve improved a lot since you joined the company and now you are proclaiming that you want a shot at  Crystal Millar.  You’re not stepping away from the challenge that that brings but I have to wonder. . .are you ready for that task?”

She wanted to plant a seed of doubt in Alexis’ head going into Sunday, anything she could do to get Alexis’ head elsewhere.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I don’t know if you are ready for it…because it’s a heavy task.  You can’t take that lightly, Alexis and while I respect you because you are a good competitor and are improving your person just like I am, I don’t think you can handle the pressure that being the Bombshell Champion brings.  Sure, you had been the Bombshell Internet Champion but that’s nothing in comparison to being the Bombshell Champion.  It’s a job that holds a lot of pressure and I don’t know how you’d do with the pressure.  Of course, I hope that you do well if you were to become the champion.  But, Alexis.  I’m ready to get that championship back and our match isn’t going to be easy for you or Sam.  And I don’t expect it to be easy for me either.”

She looks up for a moment before looking back at the camera once more.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “And then there’s Sam.  We’ve met in the ring once before and we all know the outcome of that match.  But you know, this is only the second time that she and I will be competing against each other in 2016.  Are you excited to step into ring again with me?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side, a pleasant smile on her face.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Because this time, it’s going to be harder to get the win.  It’s not just you and I this time.  We have to worry about Alexis as well.  But you’ve been a bit on a different road lately as well, right?  I just feel that maybe you’re losing the steam that you had been rolling with in the beginning of the year.  Is that pressure getting to you?  Because I know that the pressure that you felt as the Bombshell Champion because it came with the job.  I want the championship back now and I won’t let you get away with the win so easily.”

She bites her bottom lip for a moment.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “People have always questioned why I didn’t immediately cash in my rematch clause after our bout, Sam.  And I’m going to tell you why here. . .”

She closes her eyes, breathing in and out rhythmically as she sits in the middle of the court.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I wanted a break and that’s all it was.  The championship had consumed a lot of my life and it had cost me a marriage but in hindsight, that was probably the best thing that happened to me.”

She shrugs her shoulders and raises her finger up to her lips for a moment.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “All three of us seem to want a shot at that Bombshell Championship but two of us are going to have to wait because that’s how it’s going to be.  We don’t get a say in what happens to us if we lose, we have to endure whatever it is they put us through in the upcoming weeks after High Stakes.  We aren’t in management and we don’t get to have our own say  in our career paths.  But I wish that we did.”

She smiles before standing up and fixing her bottoms to her ring attire.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “You see, our careers will cross path on Sunday, girls.  And there’s only going to be one of us that walks away with the win under our belt.”

She starts to walk, walking towards the bleachers, her back to the camera again.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I don’t care how I win, either.  I don’t care if I make either of you tap out or if I get the one, two, three when I pin either of you fair and square.  Because I’m going to get a shot at Crystal once again.  And what happens when I face here, do either of you remember?”

A smirk crosses her face as she steps up onto the first bleacher before turning and looking at the camera.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “I always win.  So, it’s almost as if the next Bombshell Champion will be whoever wins our match.  Which, I’m hoping that it’s me.  But I suppose, any of us will be a good champion.  Here’s to hoping. . .”

She turns and starts to step up the steps of the bleachers.  She giggles a bit as she jogs up some of the steps, her heart racing with adrenaline.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Oh, I suppose before I finish this up, I need to give Travis Nathaniel Andrews and his whore of the universe, Ruby Rose a warning…”

She takes a deep breath, making her face go serious as she looks straight ahead.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Ruby, if you even think about inserting yourself into your boyfriend’s match with my friend Despayre, you will have to spend some time in the hospital when you will need another nose job.  I don’t take kindly to the two of you picking on Despayre as he’s the only person in SCW that has a heart of gold.  So, to keep things civil, keep your nose out of it, you fake haired bitch.”

She narrows her eyes at the camera before smiling as she sits down on the steps of the bleachers, the lights dimming where you can barely see her face.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “And Alexis and Sam?  I’ll see you on Sunday.  I hope you both have prepared for the match that is going to take everything out of you and steal the show. . .”

SHe pauses as she looks around.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Because. . . .I am.”

She giggles a bit before blowing the camera a kiss.

;;MIKAH[/b]  “Ciao.”