[Mikah]

 

Things Are Not as They Seem   Scene i
Things for Mikah had been going pretty well.  She won her first match, got married that night, and had been in Jamaica ever since.  But now it was back to reality and back to work at SCW.  And to boot, she was booked in a triple threat match against Mimi Winters and Jemma Asar.  And those were two bitches that she knew absolutely nothing about.  Both of them were new to the company—newer to the company than Mikah was and she was at a loss about what to say about them.  Add that up and the fact that she's been in Jamaica for a week, equals a pretty lost and confused girl.

She hadn't really wanted to come back; she wanted to stay in Jamaica and enjoy the very warm weather and live in bikinis.  But Gavin thought that they better come back and so they went to California instead of New York City, where Mikah would rather be than California.  Luckily, she still had her gear from her last show with her and didn't need to force somebody to make her something new.  She stood in front of her full length mirror in the locker room and tilted her head to the side as she looked her appearance over.  She wasn't too fond of the outfit she was wearing; comic book print leggings and a deadpool themed shirt.  It didn't really match and it kind of bugged her.  But she knew that it would have to work, at least for the moment.

She sighed again as she began to walk to the small like room that she had set up to shoot some her promo in.  Her long, platinum blonde locks were up in pigtails and she had thick black rimmed glasses on.  She wasn't sure if that fit with the comic book part of being a nerd but it definitely was a cliché thing to assume about nerds and that's what she was going for all along.

She steps into the room and looks around, smiling at her work as comic after comic were plastered all over the wall, making it basically ceiling to floor wallpaper of comics.  She looked at the ground seeing comic books scattered out on the ground, some ripped and some in perfect condition.  She looked around for another moment before she saw the chubby camera man nod in her direction, letting her know that he was ready to start whenever she was.  She walked over to the pile of comics that were sitting on the floor and sat down in the middle of them, criss-cross style or as her daughter would put it, “criss cross applesauce.”

She picks up a random comic book, giving a subtle nod to the camera man and he begins to record her little promo, zooming in on the comic, which was upside down and he couldn't give away the title of the comic anyways.  She glances up at the camera a smirk evident on her pretty face as she rips the comic book in half and tosses each half to the side but she stayed sitting down in the midst of all of the comic books.

;;Mikah  â€œSee, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum. And one night, they decide they don't like living in the asylum anymore. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof, and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away into the moonlight. Stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daren't make the leap. Y'see... y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then the first guy has an idea... He says, 'Hey, I have a flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk across the beam and join me!' But the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says... he says 'Wh-what do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was halfway across!”

She smirks as she really didn't have a clue as to what she was saying but she'd had some help from her husband coming up with some things that were from some comics.  She was thankful that he knew things about comments because she honestly knew nothing about them.  She really didn't have a hobby other than running and staying in shape; she could out run both of her opponent and wouldn't even miss a beat.  But trying to find things out about the comic book world was like a whole other level for her, something she definitely didn't understand but she'd had Gavin's help and for that she was thankful.

;;Mikah  â€œJust what is that from, Jemma?  I mean, you're the one that's into comic books, not me.  But this is me, trying to understand what you're all about.  I don't have much to go off of, of course.  Because you aren't interesting, not in the tiniest bit.  You're into comics.  You're a nerd.  We get it but I thought nerds were smart?  And you, my darling, don't seem to be smart.  I mean, after all, you couldn't even win your first match and that's pretty sad seeing as it was a tag team match.  What?  You and your brother couldn't keep up with Melody Grace and her tag team partner Rage?  I really think that your brother let you down and that you won't be able to cope with that little thought, which is what the first little snippet I said relates to.  You trusted him to lead you to victory but he turned off the light mid match and you were lost and didn't know what to do, so you did your best as he probably laughed to himself in his head.  Or maybe since it was Rage that got the pin on your dear ole brother, it's you that let him down.  Did you do that on purpose?  Did you want to laugh in his face because he trusted you to be the one to shine the light on him so he could see what he was doing?  Hypothetically, of course since the arena was well lit during your match.  But I'm sure you got that but then again, you probably aren't the brightest crayon in the box now are you?  Although, your hair seems to be brighter than your own personality.  How did being a ginger growing up affect you?  Do you have a soul as the saying goes?”

She tilts her head to the side with a smirk playing on her face as she looks at the camera.  She  stayed sitting though, still just looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI really don't know what to say about you.  I'm about as stumped about that as I am when it comes to these silly comic books that you're so into.  Have you read so many that you get lost in what's real and what's fake?  Because come Sunday night, you won't be in a fantasy comic book land,  you'll be in reality.  And your reality is going to be me smashing my foot into your fugly face.  I'm not going to show you any mercy just as I didn't show that stupid bimbo nurse any mercy in my first match here in SCW.  I don't care if you do have a well known brother in this company, that matters nothing to me.  You matter nothing to me more than a mere stepping stone to the next task at hand.”

Mikah waved her hand in a flick like motion, flicking away the mere thought of being forced into a triple threat match against two women that she knew absolutely nothing about.

;;Mikah  â€œSpeaking of that worthless brother of yours, how does it feel to ride on somebody else's coattails?  Because I honestly don't know that feeling.  You can go looking through history books but the only things you will find about me is that I was in a superior faction in a company that we destroyed.  You'll find out that I was good at manipulating people and I still am but you won't find anything out about the family that I don't have.  The only family I do have is my daughter and my husband, so you won't get anything out there.  But you!  You have a brother in this company that we are employed by and it's so...amusing to me to watch you try to live up to his expectations of you.  Probably your own preconceived ideas of what he thinks you should be because he probably doesn't give a shit what you end up to be.  And here's a little spoiler about your future, Jemma, you're going to be nothing but a loser.  You'll be at least zero and two after this Sunday and that will put a smile on my face.”

She smiles at the camera before adjusting the top she was wearing, which was still bugging her that it didn't match.  She squirmed for a moment before remaining still once more.

;;Mikah  â€œAfter our match is over, Jemma, you will want to go back to living in the world of comics, push yourself away from reality and into a world that doesn't exist, it's the only place where you can get a sense of success and stability.  Out here in the real world, there isn't such a thing known as stability; things don't stay stable, they get rocky and things change but one thing isn't going to change for you, the outcome of this match isn't going to be seen with you being the winner, the one with her hand raised high up in the air.  Because that is not an acceptable outcome for me.  Because I'm no Batman of the company and you're no Harley Quinn, which is somebody I'm sure you're aspiring to be, I'm not going to be some hero and save the company from you or from some other girl; if anything, I'd be the Joker ready to destroy the company from the inside out.”

She smirked before standing up and then looking down at her outfit and turning her nose up at the outift.

;;Mikah  â€œI do not see how morons like you can wear outfits like these.  They're so...gross and hideous and do nothing for you.  So I'm going to just get rid of them, one second.”

She held up one finger to signify one second before turning her back to the camera and pulling off the deadpool tee she was wearing and disposing of it onto the floor.  She then began to take off the leggings, bending over to do so after she had them pulled down to her thighs, giving the camera a very good shot of her ass.  She then tossed them to the side before turning back around, revealing that she was wearing her wrestling attire underneath it; the bra top fitting snugly against her chest.  And the bottoms showing off just enough of of her right hip.  The color she'd chosen was a bright turquoise.

;;Mikah  â€œThere.  I think this is much better than that crappy wannabe Harley Quinn shit.  I don't have any time to waste on that shit, no more time to talk about things that you like anymore.  Do you want to know what I like, Jemma?  I like to kick ass.  And I love to make stupid bitches like you bleed through your ugly, big mouth.  And do you know how I'm going to do that, Jemma?  I'm going to lock in my Cupid's Chokehold and crush your silly little trachea against my shin, causing you to spit blood out through your mouth.  And I'm going to enjoy watching the blood drool down your chin as you struggle to tap out and to get me to release you from the hold.  That's what I like and I look forward to locking you or Mimi into that submission hold, it's nothing personal, it's all  business.  I will do whatever it takes to make myself two and zero in this company.  And don't think I've forgot about you Mimi, it's all coming in due time.  Until next time...”

She winks at the camera before blowing a kiss at the camera in a mocking fashion.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

Mikah then walked out of the room, leaving the others to clean it up as she had better things to do.  Like something with Gavin.  Something naughty and probably x rated that would be way too much for people to even know about.

Something Wicked This Way Comes     Scene ii

The scene opens to see Mikah bundled up in a white winter coat with a fur trimmed hood and her black leggings were tucked into her grey triple Bailey Button UGGs that she'd gotten when she lived in Kansas City, Missouri for a while.  The fur trimmed hood was up, covering her blonde locks and her cheeks were rosy and the room?  The room was filled with what looked like snow.  She kicked at some of the snow after seeing the camera man give her a small nod, letting her know that he was recording now.  She kept her hands in her pockets, her eyes on the camera as she seemed content in staying in one place.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is all I really have to go off about you, Mimi.  Your last name, Winters.  It's the only thing that I can think of to talk about.  Is how ridiculous your last name is.  But of course, that's something that you cannot change unless you get married.  But how ridiculous is it that I know absolutely nothing about you?!”

Mikah made a face before rolling her eyes as she looks around the snow covered room and let out a breath, which was seen due to the chilled room.

;;Mikah  â€œThat's the one thing that Jemma has on you, Mimi; something to talk about.  But you?  You have absolutely nothing worth talking about.  There's nothing noteworthy on your profile in SCW and you haven't done much for the company yet.  But maybe that will be your saving grace, the fact that this is your first official match in SCW.  It'll be the only excuse you'll have to make for being so lackluster in the spotlight.  And when you do fail at obtaining a victory, I will laugh at you.  Because that's who I am.  I laugh when people try so hard to succeed and then they only manage to fail.  Is it something you enjoy too?  Well, probably not because who enjoys being a failure?!  I wouldn't know anything about being a failure because I have never failed at anything in my life.”

She stops for a moment, pausing to think as she thinks about what she had just said.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I'm not just talking about losing matches, because clearly I've lost matches before.  I'm talking about life in general.  I'm married and having a loving husband, although he probably hates you because he hates everybody in general and I have a beautiful daughter who looks a lot like me, and I have three houses in three different states and I could afford to build another one here in California but I wouldn't dare do that.  You wanna know why Mimi?”

A smirk spread across her face, a rather mean and nasty one to be honest.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause mainly sluts live in California.  Sluts that want to live in bikinis and pretend they know how to surf when in reality, all they need to go do is get eaten alive by a great white shark.  Or maybe it's because the people here are either always high or in some sort of bubbly mood.  I'm not a bubbly person and I'd rather be somewhere else rather than California.  Some place that has meaning and not slutty little whores running around in itty bitty bikinis that they don't even fit into.  I'm not saying that you don't fit into itty bitty bikinis but you know, the majority of the girls that try that don't.”

Her little rant really had nothing to do with Mimi Winters but more with California and the girls she saw walking around in bikinis.  She thought it was just a cliché but it appeared to be a true thing when she got to the state.

;;Mikah  â€œNow back to you, Mimi.  I'm sure you're one of those girls who takes everything somebody says about them to heart and well, if that's true, than you need to grow a fucking backbone.  This isn't kindergarten; this is a wrestling company that you compete for; people don't have to be nice to you, they don't have to cater to you, this isn't a daycare either.  If you have a problem with something I have to say about you, bring it to the ring and just try to take it out on me and I seriously doubt that youwill be able to do anything to me that would even bother me more than a few seconds if even that.  I'm going to say things you won't like and you will have to deal with it.  You can't stop me from saying things.  That's why it's called freedom of speech, sweetheart.  I don't know if you're smart or if you're dumb and frankly?  I don't give a fuck.  I could care less because that's not going to stop me from kicking your ass in the ring on Sunday.”

Mikah just simply shrugs her shoulders before glancing around her.  She was looking at all the fake snow that felt just as real as the real stuff that she often ran into in New York City, her precious home town.

;;Mikah  â€œMan, I actually should have thought about this better.  Because the snow doesn't represent you at all.  Your profile says that you're bright and bubbly and happy but this snow?  It screams a cold heart, somebody that shuts out all warmth from other people and that describes me more than it describes you, Mimi.  I don't need anybody in my life other than my adoring husband and darling child.  You are no more than a stepping stone for me to use to get to what I need.  And what do I need?  I haven't made a mark yet and I'm looking to do just that.  I'm looking to do something that's going to set me apart from the other...girls in the locker room.  Somebody that doesn't need to worry about people that are bubbly and bright, only to worry about the competitors that take this game seriously.  And for all I know, maybe you do take this game seriously but fuck if I know because you've been quiet as shit.  And I hope you do, because honestly?  I like you a hell of a lot more than I like Jemma Asar.  But that's just because she doesn't seem like somebody I could get along with.  You?  Maybe.  But that will not be what happens this weekend.  I will not think twice about it as I lock you into my Cupid's chokehold and make you spit blood out through your mouth.  Just remember one thing for me, Mimi...”

Mikah runs her tongue over her bottom lip before leaning in just a little bit as if she had a secret to tell the camera man.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's not personal, it's just business.”

Mikah winks at the camera before flipping her hood down and blowing another fake, mocking kiss at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

Mikah watched as the cameraman turned the camera off and she looked around, feeling quite elated at the fact that the snow had held up.  She pulled out her phone and sent a text to her husband and then waited.  She had plenty of things on her mind but she wanted to have a little bit of fun before the time for her match came.  She shivered slightly before pulling her coat tighter around her slender body before her face lit up as she saw Gavin walk into the room and she quickly threw a snowball at him, hitting him smack dab in the chest.

::Gavin  â€œThe fuck?”

Mikah grinned at him before she squealed as he hit her with a snowball of his own and she pouted her bottom lip out at him as he walked over to her.  He raised an eyebrow before looking around at the piles of snow before looking down at his wife.

::Gavin  â€œWhat is this all about?”

Mikah smirks at him before looking at the snow before pushing him into a pile of snow before he pulled her on top of him.  She giggled as her blonde locks fell in her face.

;;Mikah  â€œOh you know, just was talking about one of my opponents.  Had to use snow for special effects.  And I sort of like snow.”

Gavin raised an eyebrow in her direction again before leaning up and kissing her quickly.  She smiled at him as she shivered a bit, still a bit cold even though Gavin's body was more directly in the snow.

::Gavin  â€œYeah?  Are you going to kick your opponents' asses come Sunday?”

Mikah nodded her head as she looked down at him before she squealed as he put some snow down the front of her shirt.

;;Mikah  â€œThat's the plan anyways.”

She smiled at him before she pushed some snow in his face then moved away from him as they began to mess around in the snow, leading to other things.

A letter to Whom it May Concern     Scene iii

To Whom it May Concern,

   I am really concerned with my opponents, Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters.  They seem to be under some belief that they are actually worth something in this company.  Do you not realize that they will melt away to nothing after this Sunday?  Do you realize this?  Or is this what you really want?  Do you want them to feel inferior to me?  Because they are inferior to me, so if that is what you're intending, then good job.  High five for you.  If not, then you should rethink about who you book against me.  Let's go over some things here....

   Let's start with Jemma Asar.  The girl lives in a comic book world that doesn't exist.  Maybe that is why nobody seems to know who she is.  She should be on the stars you could have known if they had a personality list.  Maybe that needs to become a thing.  I have an idea that if you stuck Jemma in a corner that nobody would pay any attention to her.  Maybe her brother would, but that's because he feels sorry for her.  And why shouldn't he?  She's not something that one would want to look at for any more than a few mere seconds, not even a minute.  It also says on her profile that she likes horror movies.  Maybe somebody knows that come Sunday, she'll be in one; one that she loses, of course.  She doesn't have the courage to even try to beat me; she's like a bug that will be smashed underneath my heel.  A worthless waste of talent on the roster and I'm not sure that she even has any talent when you think about it.  I think she is only riding her brother's coattails into the world of wrestling, even though I am not sure of his accomplishments either.  Maybe they're both a waste of space, I really don't know.  And I really don't care, either.  Moving on. . .

   Now onto Mimi Winters.  This chick is like the invisible woman because I legit do not know anything about her.  She's like somebody that signs with the company then is all hush hush until it suits her to speak up.  Which is all fine and dandy, but then she better not go bitching when she doesn't like what I say about her because there is literally nothing to say about her that could be any good.  She even looks like she belongs in California; she looks like that type of girl.  I'm sure you know the type, right?  The short shorts, itty bitty bikini, the works?  Yeah, that looks like who she should be exactly.  But maybe she's not, maybe I have her pegged all wrong.  Maybe her and I could be friends in some weird world, I don't know.  I don't even know how to have friends.  Do you have to feed and water them daily?  I am getting off track here.  Mimi is that girl that is quiet but she will stir some trouble out, she's probably one to watch out for.  And I don't mean in a good way, because she probably won't be super spectacular in the ring, but she'll be the one to stir up some trouble backstage because I can just tell from looking at her.  You'll have to watch out for her troubles, you know.

   Now onto me.  I should be the one to shine in this match; the one to claim all the glory.  Because only God knows that you can't rely on dimwits such as Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters.  Those girls are girls who live in their own worlds.  How do you know that those two girls won't leave after a few weeks of trying it out but found out in the end couldn't hack it?  How will it look on you?  Those girls don't even really care about this business.  They're the type of girls that do something just because it looks like fun and something that gets a lot of attention for having such beautiful women hired and that's all they really are; pretty faces.  And I will enjoy smashing their pretty little faces into the mat, destroying the only thing they have going for them.  Poor girls.  But in the end, it will be better for the company, trust me.  You'd rather have somebody be winning matches that knows what the fuck she's doing rather than some little twit prancing around backstage acting like she's worth something.

   I'm going to be the one to burst out as somebody to watch in this company.  Then that so called Bombshell Champion that runs around here acting like she's all that and more will be on alert.  I know this only my second match here in SCW but this will be the one to set me apart from the others that do not matter in this company.  The girls that won't last and won't be around for more than a month or two.  Girls that have decided that they didn't have what it takes or that they couldn't hack it against the ones that could and the ones that showed up on a regular basis.  I'll be the one to make waves in this company and waves for good, not for negativity.  I hope you're looking forward to watching because I'm looking forward to making one of those bitches bleed through their mouths.  Ciao!

<3 Mikah.