[Mikah]

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "LUXURY."
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:7
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

SUNDAY, MAY 21, 2017
8:25 am

Mikah sits down on the edge of the bed that she shares with her husband, Drake as he stands in front of the bathroom sink, brushing his teeth with his back to her.  She has a good view into the bathroom from her seat and she tilts her head to the side, watching him for a moment before she gets up and walks into the bathroom.  She stands behind Drake for a moment before wrapping her arms around his middle, hugging him with his back to his chest.  She leans up onto her tip-toes and places her chin on his shoulder, watching him as he finishes brushing his teeth.

::DRAKE  â€œWhat’s up babe?”

She just smiles at him and leans in and presses her lips against the skin of his neck, kissing it softly.  

;;MIKAH  â€œNothing, I just love you.  We should go to Vegas today and stay all week.  It’ll be fun…”

He makes a face at her as he rinses his toothbrush off and places it back in the little holder that Mikah had placed in the bathroom.  He places his hands over hers and looks at her in the mirror, cracking a smile.

::DRAKE  â€œWhy would you want to spend the entire week there, Miks?  We’re already married.”

He was teasing her just a little bit and she rolls her eyes at him before wrinkling her nose at him in the mirror.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause...we stay here a lot and I’m going stir crazy.  Plus, the weather will be beautiful there and I can spend a lot of time by the pool.  In an itty bitty teeny tiny bikini…”

She wiggles her eyes at him and he cracks a smile at her, clearly excited about the thought of her wearing nothing but an itty bitty bikini.

::DRAKE  â€œAnd what else will we do there?”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders and kisses the side of his neck again, a slight playful look in her eyes as she does so.

;;MIKAH  â€œGo shopping, gamble, drink...whatever people do in Vegas.”

She wrinkles her nose at him before removing her arms from his middle.  He laughs a little at her as he grabs the towel to dry off his hands and wipe the corners of his mouth before turning to look at his wife, his head a little tilted to the side.

::DRAKE  â€œI think you just want to get into some trouble..”

She rolls her eyes at him before turning on her heels and walking out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.  She grabs her turquoise suitcase and puts it on the bed as he walks out of the bathroom.

;;MIKAH  â€œI just want to do something and staying in Oak Brook isn’t really on my list of priorities.”

He chuckles before grabbing his wife and pulling her into him, pulling her body flush against his own.  She looks up at him, a serious look on her face as she places her hands on his upper arms.

::DRAKE  â€œWe could just enjoy each other’s company..”

Mikah gives him a teasing look before making a face, the teasing look still in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œYeah, maybe but why would I wanna do that?”

She gives him a grin before leaning up on the balls of her feet and pressing her lips against his quickly.  He laughs and swats her butt as she pulls away from him to pack.  He sighs before walking over to the closet to pack his own things.

::DRAKE  â€œThe things you do to me, woman.”

She just sends him a grin as she grabs clothes from her closet and her dresser, folding them carefully and packing them away.  She watches as he takes his time in deciding what he wants to wear and she grabs most of her summer clothes and just puts them in her suitcase, not worrying about how much she was packing.  She grabs her smaller matching suitcase and puts her all her accessories, hair stuff, shower stuff, and make up in that case along with a few different pair of shoes.  She then sighs as she looks at the suitcase that was to be her carryon.  That would have to carry her wrestling attire and anything she wanted to do on the plane while it was in the air.

;;MIKAH  â€œI really hate packing.   Tell me again why we don’t just hire somebody to do all these dumb little things for us?  We both have the money.”

Drake chuckles at his wife’s thought process as he finishes packing everything that he would need.  She scowls at him and folds her arms over her chest in a childish manner.  She didn’t like that he didn’t have to pack as much as she did.  She figured it would have been nice to be retired.

::DRAKE  â€œBecause.  You and I are perfectly capable of handling things on our own, Miks.  Plus, I let you keep Alphonso.  Isn’t that compromise enough?”

She shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo!  I want more!  And I don’t mean I want Brody around more, either!”

She points a finger at her husband before zipping her two suitcases up that would be checked.  She then gathers her black carryon suitcase.  She then walks into the walk in closet, going to the dresser than held all of her ring attire in it before she pulls open the drawer.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat colors do I want for Sunday?”

She taps her index  finger of her right hand to her lips a few times before she grabs the purple pair and matching boot covering legging things.  She pulls open a smaller drawer that held the garters that she wore on her right leg and pulls out a silver sequined one.  She reaches down and grabs her wrestling boots and kneepads before traipsing back into the bedroom area and puts them in the case before grabbing her chargers to her phone and iPad before shoving those in as well.  She grabs her iPad and puts it in her overly large purse.

;;MIKAH  â€œWe’re lucky that Alphonso already agreed to pick us up at the McCarran airport.”

Drake frowns for a moment before grabbing his wife’s hand, stopping her from going into the other room.

::DRAKE  â€œWait a second...I thought this was an impromptu trip…”

;;MIKAH  â€œIt is…”

Drake gives her a look and then tilts his head at her and raises his eyebrows at her.

::DRAKE  â€œIf it’s an impromptu trip, how does Alphonso know that we’re going to be there today?”

Mikah grins at him before flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him.  She plants several kisses along his jawbone and on his cheeks.

;;MIKAH  â€œOkay, so maybe it’s not such an impromptu trip.  Maybe I’ve planned this for a while but just asked you if you thought it’d be a good idea…”

Drake shakes his head with a grin on his face.

::DRAKE  â€œAnd what would have happened if I didn’t agree to go to Vegas?”

Mikah frowns, making a slight face about the thought.  She moves away from him to finish zipping up all of her suitcases.

;;MIKAH  â€œI would have gone by myself.  I do have some friends, you know.”

He laughs before watching her as she struggles for a moment before getting all three suitcases on the floor in an upright position.

::DRAKE  â€œWhen is our flight?”

;;MIKAH  â€œ10:30.  So, we have to go now.”


Drake sighs and shakes his head at her before they drag their suitcases downstairs.  He helps Mikah with getting out the door and into the trunk of the awaiting taxi that she’d already had set up.  He doesn’t even comment on it as she locks up the house but only after she gave Maverick, Dexter, and Hannah a kiss and a pet.

;;MIKAH  â€œI hope they don’t tear up the house.  They’re gonna miss me.”

She climbs into the back of the taxi, settling in as Drake sits beside her, pulling her into him a bit.

::DRAKE  â€œThey do like you for some reason.”

He winks at her as he tells the taxi to take them to the O’Hare airport which was roughly thirty minutes away.  She leans her head against his shoulder as the journey to Vegas begins.

SUNDAY, MAY 21, 2017
10:45 am
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

Mikah pushes her blonde locks out of her face as they stare up at the Bellagio, the hotel that they were going to be staying at for the next week.  She wanted to stay somewhere new in Vegas and she figured the only way to stay in Vegas was to stay in Luxury, right?  So she had booked the Presidential Suite in the Bellagio and couldn’t reason with herself that there was any other way to stay but in luxury.  Plus, Leighton would be flying out to Vegas on Wednesday and she’d definitely need her own room.  And she couldn’t help but feel overjoyed that Alphonso had agreed to flying back to Chicago to get Leighton and then fly back to Vegas with the girl in tow.

::DRAKE  â€œNow, which room did you book for us, Mikah?  Because if I know you like I think I know you, it’s going to be nothing short of amazing.”

Mikah shoots her husband a grin as they sit in the back of Alphonso’s limousine as he pulls right up to the front doors of the Bellagio.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe I should let you be surprised…”

He shakes his head a bit as Alphonso opens the door for them to get out and then he walks back to get their luggage out of the trunk.  Drake gets out of the limousine and then holds his hand out to help Mikah out.  She laces her fingers with his and leans up, pressing her body up against the side of his and kisses his cheek, lovingly.

;;MIKAH  â€œWe have the presidential suite.  I figured we needed to master bedrooms for when Leighton gets her and you know I don’t stay anywhere that doesn’t scream luxury.  Except our house; you don’t do to well with doting on me.”

She winks at him and then helps him with the luggage.

;;MIKAH  â€œThanks Alphonso.”

She offers him a warm smile as they pull their luggage into the extravagant hotel.  She was also putting Alphonso up in a room at the Bellagio.  It was the standard run of the mill room but it was still better than where he would have opted to stay.  Mikah leads Drake to the VIP check-in as she’d paid for the room to be ready by the time they arrived in Vegas.  It did well to have money; especially in Vegas.

;;MIKAH  â€œI can’t wait to see our room.”

Drake smiles as they wait in line but not having to wait very long.  Mikah pulls up all the information on her phone and shows the lady at the front desk.  She pulls it up on her own computer before giving Mikah two keys and putting Drake’s name on the room as well.

;;MIKAH  â€œThank you!”

Mikah offers the woman a smile before turning and tugging her luggage behind her, Drake having to pull his and one of hers as she had three where he only had one.  He shakes his head with a smile on his face at his wife’s eagerness.

::DRAKE  â€œI love you.”

She wrinkles her nose at him as they walk through the casino to the guest elevators to get to their suite.  Drake just chuckles at his wife as she leads the way, clearly eager to get to the place that they’d call their home for a week.

;;MIKAH  â€œI have never been so excited to be in Vegas..”

Drake leans against the wall of the elevator, his eyes on his wife.  She smiles at him as she leans against the wall next to him.

::DRAKE  â€œAnd what makes you so excited about it now?”

She smiles again at him as the elevator stops at one of the floors to let passengers on but they declined to get on the elevator when they realized that it was going up and not down.  Mikah wraps her arm around his and rests her head against his shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know. I just think that it’s going to be a fun time.  The two of us doing whatever we want in the sun for a week.  I just think it will be a good time.”

Drake just smiles at his wife as the elevator dings, signaling their arrival at their desired floor.  They grab their things and walk out of the elevator and down the hallway to find their suite.  It didn’t take them too long to find their suite and Mikah gives Drake an excited grin before putting the key card in the slot and then push the door open.  They pull their suitcases into the apartment-like suite and Mikah sets her things down as the door closes behind them and she moves to investigate.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis place is amazing.”

Drake shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans and watches his wife look around, an amused smile on his face.  Sometimes he liked to just watch her, watch her when she was in a good, happy mood and when she wasn’t, he had to try his best to make her calm down.

::DRAKE  â€œYou’re amazing, babe.”

She rolls her eyes at him before stepping into the bathroom and looking around.  She squeals in delight at the huge jacuzzi style tub and the amazing shower.

;;MIKAH  â€œBabe, come in here!”

Drake chuckles before walking into the bathroom to look at the room with his wife.  He looks around, looking over the features of the extravagant bathroom.

::DRAKE  â€œThat shower looks nice…It’ll look nice with you pressed up against the glass.”

She winks at him before wrapping her arms around his middle, pressing herself into him a bit.  She looks up into his eyes, a happy look in her own eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œI love you.  Thank you for coming to Vegas with me, babe.  I really appreciate it.”

::DRAKE  â€œI love you too.”

He leans down and kisses her as he pulls her firmly against his body.  She sighs contently before she pulls away from him and walks back into the living room area of the suite.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s go to the strip!  I’m so excited to get things underway.”

He chuckles and agrees to do whichever she wanted them to do.  She grabs her purse and makes sure her cell phone is secured in one of the pockets before placing her key card in one of the pockets as well.

::DRAKE  â€œWhere to first?”


Mikah shrugs her shoulders, grinning at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know.  Should we just walk until something catches our eye?”

Drake shrugs his shoulder and nods his head before grabbing his wife’s hand and then bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss on it.  

::DRAKE  â€œSounds good to me…”

She wrinkles her nose at him as they leave their suite, ready to go explore the strip.  She seemed like a child that couldn’t contain their excitement as they arrived back at the spot where they’d get on an elevator.  She presses the down button a few times before looking up at Drake, a smile on her face.  The doors ding and open a few seconds later and they both step into the elevator before they press the casino button.  She gives her husband a side look before giggling a bit and he shakes his head at her a little bit as they ride the elevator down to the casino floor.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s go over to the Miracle Mile shops by Planet Hollywood.”

Drake nods his head and lets Mikah lead the way, her hand still intertwined with his own.  She was focused on the task at hand, ignoring most of the people that were in the casino at the Bellagio.  She was, however, amazed at the people that liked to sit at the slot machines and put money into them just like it was nothing.  She didn’t mind gambling but preferred things like poker or blackjack.

::DRAKE  â€œWhat’s the rush, babe?  I’m sure the shops will be there for the entirety of our trip.”

He pulls her hand, pulling her back into him to stop her from moving.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m just excited to get our day started, babe.  That’s all.”

She bats her eyes at him, tugging at his hand as they stand in the middle of one of the carpets in the aisle of the Bellagio.  She looks up at him, a sparkle in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œHowever, I am so glad that you and I got married on the cruise liner instead of in Vegas.  It means the world to me that you actually got me to agree to a real wedding; not just some silly Vegas thing.  Both of my previous marriages were Vegas ones and they didn’t mean anything to me but this..”

She stops for a moment and reaches up to touch his face then put her hand over his heart and grabs his hand and his him put it on her heart as she stares into his eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt means the world to me.  I told you before we got married ten months ago that I wanted a marriage, not a wedding and that’s what you’ve given me.  And I’m so happy that I got what I wanted and I can only hope that you too are happy.  You are happy, right?”

He smiles at her and takes his other hand and cups her cheek with it.  He leans down and kisses her softly.

::DRAKE  â€œI’m happy, I promise you.”

She smiles at him and hugs him again, pressing her face against his chest.  She didn’t care that it probably was mushy and lovey and all in the middle of the casino part of the Bellagio, she felt her chest swell with happiness and more love for her husband than she’d felt before.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SHOWGIRL."
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•

FRIDAY, MAY 26, 2017
8:30 am
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

It was early in the morning and the heat was already up and ready to go through the Vegas area.  Mikah adjusts the outfit she was wearing; which was the typical Vegas Showgirl sort of outfit that you almost always saw girls walking around in, looking for tips and people to take photos with.  She frowns a bit, blowing her hair out of her face.  She wasn’t enjoying the outfit and the places where it fit snug and rubbed her in all the wrong ways.

She was sitting on one of the pillars in front of the fountains of the Bellagio.  She would have been standing but she didn’t like the way the bottoms of the outfit rubbed.  She smiles at the camera man as she carefully scoots back so she can place her feet on the pillar as well.  She was perfectly balanced and not about to fall off.

;;MIKAH  â€œVegas.  It’s the truly the city that never sleeps.  I know people say that about New York City but they’ve never truly been to Vegas.  You can walk around the strip with alcohol twenty four hours a day and seven days a week.  And here I am, in Sin City preparing for a match against some robotic bimbo that hasn’t a clue that she’s a waste of space.  And then there’s the bosses of the company…”


Mikah rolls her eyes at mentioning them.

;;MIKAH  â€œThey chose to hold shows regularly here in Sin City but expect their superstars and bombshells not to show up to the arena drunk or with a drink in hand.  But do they realize how tempting it is to walk around with a drink in your hand at all times?!”

She makes a face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean, I can resist temptation but come on, we are in the city that has unlimited opportunities for fun!  But you know what?  I don’t get to have all the fun I want because I have a stupid match to prepare for.  A match that I don’t really want to compete in because the person I’m competing against is a complete and utter failure in the SCW universe.  She lives on some odd planet where she thinks she actually is relevant in this world.  But she doesn’t get it.  This is my world, not hers.  And she’s soon to find out just that.”

Mikah carefully stands up and adjusts one of the rhinestone belt like things on the outfit.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe likes to think that what she has to say about me hurts my feeling but I have to ask her this…”

She pauses momentarily as she looks around the sidewalk, seeing people walking by her and not paying her one ounce of attention.

;;MIKAH  â€œDoes she realize that she was the Bombshell champion and I am the INTERNET Bombshell Champion and yet she was still calling me out?  I’m pretty sure that I should have been old news for her.  Because she was at the top of the food chain for a good three weeks or so.  But yet, she can’t help but call me out over and over again because she can’t let go of the fact that I beat her and took the Internet Bombshell Championship away from her.  Maybe that’s her problem; maybe that’s why she lost the Bombshell Championship….”

Mikah taps her index finger against her bright red lips.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause she has a problem with letting things go.  She couldn’t just be happy about being the Bombshell Champion, she had to continue to try to taunt me while she was the champion.  So maybe she should have spent more of her energy on focusing on the Bombshell Championship instead of me and my internet Championship but she is just like Mercedes Vargas, irrelevant and a snot nosed little bitch.”

She scowls at the camera for a second.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd what does Mercedes Vargas have to do with my match?  I’ll tell you.”

She carefully moves so that she’s sitting back down, her feet crossed at the ankles as her legs dangle over the pillar.

;;MIKAH  â€œMercedes has taken a liking to sticking her pointed nose into my business.  She graciously volunteered to let Pathetic Polly have her rematch for my title and that she’d wait her turn.  But I see what she’s really doing because I’m not stupid and I’m not naive.”

Mikah taps a finger to her temple, tapping it a few times.

;;MIKAH  â€œMercedes isn’t exactly the sharpest or brightest crayon in the box and she always thinks because she has some weird obsession with facts, that she’s helping somebody out when she’s not.  She’s a brown-noser, a kiss-ass.  And whether she wants to agree or not, everybody can see through her bullshit and know what she’s after.  Do you really think she was going to just let Pathetic Polly have her rematch without a hiccup?”

Mikah smirks before laughing a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo.  She’s trying to distract Polly from the fact that she has a rematch for the Bombshell Championship against Crystal Millar.  And I’m not exactly sure why Mercedes Vargas wants to do that.  It’s not like she can hold the championship for longer than a month anyways.”

Mikah snickers a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut let’s get our attention away from the attention whore known as Mercedes and let’s focus back on Pathetic Polly.”

She reaches back and flicks her hair away from her her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œFor somebody who had found themselves at the top of the food chain, you sure were obsessed with me, Polly.  You couldn’t even focus on the fact that YOU were in a triple threat title match against Crystal Millar and Melody Grace because you kept mentioning my name as if it mattered to them. Guess what?  They’ve both faced me and they were and are better opponents than you.  Because while Melody is all happy-go-lucky and normally a cheerful person, she isn’t delusional.  She doesn’t live in some fantasy world where she believes she is better than everybody else.  She knows that she can handle it as the Bombshell champion where as you choked on your own success because you’re so pathetic.”

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou mention me as if you’re scared of me and I don’t doubt that fact at all.  I believe that a piece of you is scared of me because you can’t keep your mouth shut about me.  You will mention my name when I have nothing to do with what you’re doing at any given moment.  You shouldn’t have even been worried about me when you were the Bombshell Championship because Mark and Christian have this little rule where the other champions can’t challenge for any other belt so you were safe.  But I know why you’re scared, Pol.  You know that you can’t beat me and you know that if I had challenged you for the Bombshell Championship, you’d have lost it quicker than what you did.  And trust me, watching you lose the championship after only holding it for three weeks made me cry from all the laughing I was doing.”

She grins as she looks around again, watching the people that were in the same city she was in.

;;MIKAH  â€œI watch your promos and I laugh because everything you say about me isn’t true.  It’s like you live on planet Loser and haven’t a clue what goes on on Earth.  Do you ever stop to think about what you’re saying before you spit it out of your trouty mouth?”

She holds her hands up away from her body for a moment.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean, I don’t see why you think you’re so relevant to the company.  Other than your Internet Bombshell championship reign and your insignificant Bombshell championship reign, you haven’t done much for the company.  And you want to compare yourself to somebody like me?  Somebody who held the Bombshell Championship for nine months and carried the division on my back and was that dominant for that long?  How do you think you compare to me, Pathetic Polly?”

Mikah does a weighing sort of motion with her hands as she raises her eyebrows at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause on my end, I think you fall short in comparison.  There’s really not a comparison when it comes to you and me, Polly.  You are nothing but a show opener or middle carder at best but it’s kind of nice to face people like you because it’s always warming to beat you and send you back down the totem pole where you belong.”

She smiles again before stretching discreetly.

;;MIKAH  â€œAfter I beat you on Sunday, Polly, what will you do?  Because how embarrassing will it be for you to show your face in SCW after I beat you for the second time and signaling to everybody else just how a waste of space you are in the SCW universe?  Because just imagine, all this shit you’ve been talking about me for the past month or so is going to come back to bite you in the ass.  Did you really think I’d have nothing to say about the things you’ve said about me?  Or that there wouldn’t be consequences for your actions, Pathetic Polly?”

She raises her eyebrows again.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause I don’t know about you, but I was always taught that there were always consequences for your actions.  And you’ve been spouting off things that aren’t true and I’m sure you sit at home with an ugly grin on that ugly face of yours, thinking you got away with it because I hadn’t addressed it or you yet.  But I’m not that type of girl, Polly.  I’d rather meet you in the ring and shut you up, rather than speak out against your pathetic self.  I have never seen you as a threat, that’s why I haven’t felt the need to dirty your name up because you’re not worth it.  Plus, your name is already dirty as it is so, you’ve done that yourself.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhy do you think it is that Crystal Millar had compared you to me in her promo for championship?  Because she has beaten me once and you haven’t.  And she struggled to beat me for almost a year and a half, Polly.  That says something about my character and my pull that I have in SCW because I was the measuring stick for all incoming Bombshells to be compared to.  There wasn’t any question about it, Polly.  I was the one that Mark and Christian compared the newbies to.  To see how they’d fare in the company because I dominated the entire division for months on end and it only took me five months of being in the company to do so.  So let that sit in your brain for a moment.”

Mikah takes a moment to catch her breath and look around.  She was enjoying her time in Vegas and was loving the heat.

;;MIKAH  â€œYour career after Sunday is going to go stale and nobody is going to want to see you anymore.  Your matches are going to be the one that the fans choose to go to the bathroom or get food from the concession stands because they’re going to realize just how big of a joke you are in the wrestling industry.  You can’t keep your word and you can’t keep the flame going and it’s just going to be a hard thing for you to come to terms with.”

Mikah makes a fake pouty face before looking at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re going to wonder what you can do with your life after you realize that your career is a dud.  And being the kind and generous person that I am, I’m going to give you some ideas, Polly!”

Mikah stands back up and places her hands on her slender hips.

;;MIKAH  â€œSee, we’re in Sin City and this city has endless jobs waiting for people like you.  People that can’t hack it as a star so they go back to doing things that might not be so good to their character or integrity but hey!  It fits for you, Pathetic Polly!”

Mikah claps her hands a few times enthusiastically in front of her before carefully hopping down from the pillar.  She adjusts the bottoms of the outfit before walking down the sidewalk, the camera man following behind her and getting a pretty good view of her butt.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, as we walk along here you will see a lot of people dressed up as characters from your favorite movies or even as a Showgirl like I’m currently doing.  And do you know what they do, Polly?”

Mikah turns around to face the camera, walking backwards for a second.

;;MIKAH  â€œThey stand on these sidewalks along the strip and they ask people if they want to take a picture with them.  And then they get tips for doing so.  So you could do that for money, Polly.”

She smirks again as she starts to walk before she stops again, turning to look at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œOr there are these girls that dance on tables in the casinos after 9 pm to entertain their guests, and I’m sure that’d also be a redeeming job for somebody like yourself.  And you wouldn’t even have to change your stage name!”

She claps her hands again enthusiastically.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause everybody knows that Polly Playtime is more of a stripper’s name anyways.”

She winks at the camera before starting to walk again.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat else could you do for a job, Polly?”

She continues to walk, the cameraman easily keeping up with Mikah’s long strides.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, I don’t think you’re very smart, so being a dealer at a poker table or a blackjack table is clearly out of the question.  I’d say you could be a lifeguard, but I wouldn’t want you giving me CPR or my child CPR if something were to happen because I’m not sure where your mouth has been…”

She stops again before turning to face the camera as Drake slides an arm around her waist and kisses the top of her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œI thought that you could maybe find a husband and settle down to start a family, but you wouldn’t be a good mother and an even worse wife…”

She stops to lean up and kiss her husband.

;;MIKAH  â€œThen I thought that maybe you could work the front desk at a hotel because they always need people for that, but then I remembered that you have the social skills of a bee.  So that’s clearly not going to work for you.  So you see how I’m running out of possibilities for you, right?  Because you’re not that good of a person and you don’t have any redeeming qualities that could land you a decent paying job.  But then I thought of one!”

She clasps her hands together excitedly, almost as if it had just dawned on her.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou can turn tricks on one of the corners for money!  I know there are guys out there that like to stick their dicks in anybody with a vagina!  And that’s perfect for you because you don’t have to do anything but lay there!  It’s just the best job out there for you, Polly!  And your name fits!  You can thank me later, Polly.  I know you’ll appreciate all my help.  However, you’ll have to find your own pimp because I’m not about to do that.”

She makes a face again at the thought of running into somebody who could be a pimp.

;;MIKAH  â€œAs I said Polly, Sunday is closing in on us and you’re not going to have much longer to deal with things like wrestling because nobody is going to be taking you seriously.  Because after I successfully retain my championship on Sunday, you’ll cash in your rematch for Crystal’s championship but then when she beats you like I know that she will, you’ll have nowhere to run and nothing to compete for or work towards.  So, you’re lucky that I gave you a job opportunity because I’m not that kind!”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH   “So, instead of me going to the ring for the umpteenth time this week, I’m going to spend the next few days enjoying myself before our match, Pathetic Polly.  And I can only hope you’re ready to feel the sour feeling of defeat.”

She looks up at her husband before looking back at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause that is all you will be going home with Sunday night.”


She flashes the camera a smile.  She felt confident about her match and the ending of it and wanted to shout it out to the world.

;;MIKAH  â€œI hope you’re ready for a career change!”

She turns to walk away, slipping her hand into her husband’s hand and then looking over her shoulder.  She squeezes his hand as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”