[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 10/10/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 10/11/2015  

[Mikah]

 
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”Turbulence.”
Where:New York City, New York
Days until Showtime:13
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It had been a busy night for Mikah; after being dropped into the Caribbean sea by none other than Drake Green, she had gone out with Mark Ward for a few drinks to talk crap about the pain of SCW, Drake Green.  But now she was just walking into her house after a long flight and then dealing with the morons at the airport was about like dealing with Christian Underwood; they were that moronic.  She runs a hand through her blonde locks as she sets her bags down in the doorway before looking around her weirdly quiet house.  But Leighton was probably at school where she should be and Gavin was either sleeping or watching TV.  

She sighs a bit as she walks deeper into her extravagant house, peeking around corners and looking in rooms.  She walks into the living room and collapses on the couch, crossing one leg over the other before pulling her phone out to check her Twitter account.

;;Mikah  â€œMoron.  Loser.  Psycho.”

She voiced her opinions of the people she saw on her Twitter feed.  She was about to go looking for her husband when she glances up to see him leaning against the door frame of the living room. She smiles at him before offering him a wave but doesn’t get up either.

;;Mikah  â€œHi!”

She smiles at him, as if she hadn’t been just acting like she was too important on Twitter the night before.  She looks back down at her screen on her phone before moving so she was sitting on the couch in a criss-cross fashion.

::Gavin  â€œ...  Been a while.  I missed you.”

He said in a rather casual, calm, cool and collected manner.  Looking her up and down as he leaned against the door frame, wondering what the sudden change in her attitude was from twitter to well..  here.  She glances up at him from her phone before offering him a smile before looking back at her phone.  She was trying not to appear still drunk from her escapades from her adventures with Mark Ward but she was still drunk because she had hopped onto a plane directly after leaving the bar with Mark.

;;Mikah  â€œDid you really?  I mean, of course you did.”

She focuses back on her phone, her mind elsewhere as she tries not to give away the fact that she still had the alcohol coursing through her veins.  It was rather hard to do because all she wanted to do was sleep or drink more alcohol to avoid the upcoming hangover.

;;Mikah  â€œWhere’s Leighton?”

She looks up at her husband, raising an eyebrow as if he should know where his stepdaughter was.  But he should’ve because he was home with her more than Mikah was.

::Gavin  â€œWho knows.  I’ve been out all weekend.  I’m sure she’s here somewhere.”

Gavin said in a casual tone of voice as he adjusted himself, looking around the place.  It wasn’t clear if that were true or not but, he seemed to be sticking with the notion.  She glares up at him before throwing her phone at him, without even thinking about why she was throwing her phone at him.

;;Mikah  â€œShe’s probably been kidnapped you...jerk.  Well, now I have to go to her school to make sure that she’s okay.  Great, a wasted trip.”

She stands up and stumbles a bit do to her stiletto heeled knee high boots that she’d paired with the dress she was wearing; the same one she’d worn last night out.  It was black and strapless and skin tight.  She sighs as she walks towards the door.

::Gavin  â€œShe’s up in her room, drama queen.”

He said in a slightly annoyed tone as he walked over to a nearby couch and took a seat.  Then began flipping through his own phone, somewhat preoccupied with one thing or another.  She narrows her eyes at him before bending down and over to grab her phone that was now on the floor.  She was maybe slightly surprised that he didn’t grab it himself.  She looks at him as he flips through his own phone.

;;Mikah  â€œNow who could you possibly be talking to?  I didn’t think you had any friends.”

She was nosey and not very polite at all.  She just looks at him, hovering in the doorway a bit as she tries to decide if she wants to argue with her husband or if she wants to go see her daughter.

::Gavin  â€œI’ve got business on here.  That’s all.  Any friends well, I talked to them over the weekend.”

He looked casually at his phone, then up to her briefly.  Before getting rid of a few things off his screen.  He was being oddly secretive about what he was doing, noticeably so.  She rolls her eyes at her husband before turning and going upstairs, not ready to deal with whatever it was he was hiding.  She starts up the stairs before tripping over her stiletto heels.  She giggles a bit before fixing herself and heading up to her daughter’s room.  She spends a good twenty minutes up there before she comes back downstairs to see her husband still sitting on the couch.

;;Mikah  â€œMust be nice to be able to sit on the couch and do absolutely nothing.  I wish I didn’t have a job.”

She sticks her tongue out at him in a childish manner before bending over and unzipping her boots and taking them off before turning and walking into the doorway where her stuff was.  She unzips one of her suitcases before pulling out a pair of her yoga leggings and a sports bra.  She changes right there in the doorway, not worried about anybody walking in or if Gavin saw because he’s seen her naked before anyways.

::Gavin  â€œI did plenty.  You just don’t care to ask me about anything I’ve done.  And if it’s any consolation, I did miss you.”

He wasn’t coming off rather angry or anything.  He was being oddly zen about everything, his eyes scanning her as she had undressed in front of him and redressed all the same.  She raises an eyebrow at him before laughing a bit and rolling her eyes as she pulls her NIKE running shoes on.

;;Mikah  â€œI’m sure you have, Gavin James.  I believe, totally.”

She ties her shoes, barely looking over at Gavin as he sits on the couch.  She was lagging on her running skills.  Or at least, that’s what she thought anyways.

::Gavin  â€œI assume you think you’re going on a run..  but you’re not.  You’ll be hanging out here with me for a bit..”

She stands up, tugging at her bra a bit before looking at Gavin and raising an eyebrow.  She lets another laugh slip from her lips.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat?”

She blinks a few times at him before shaking her head as she rummages through her bag and finding her iPod and ear buds.

::Gavin  â€œListen - your annoying, stubborn attitude is one of the reasons I married you.  But - you’re not going to be stubborn about this.  I haven’t seen you in a month, and, I desperately want to spend time with my beautiful wife.  So, you’re going to stick around.  You can run after a bit, okay?”

He stood up and moved over toward her, cornering her in the doorway.  Moving in close and pressing his lips to hers, kissing her with a passion as his arms slid around her waist.  He was appealing to the woman he married, and he had faith she’d see things his way.  She responds to his kiss but pulls back after a moment or two, the alcohol that was still coursing through her veins not filtering her thoughts.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd who’s fault is it that you haven’t seen me in a month, Gavin?  It’s not my fault that you chose to stay home instead of travel alongside me.  And there was no point in me coming back to New York City for a day to only turn around and go back to wherever it was that my company was going to be at.  I understand that you want to spend time with me, but I haven’t gone for a run since yesterday morning and I feel like crap.  So it’s either I go for a run or I go. . .”

She stops herself from finishing off that sentence, wanting to keep that a secret.  She looks at him before shrugging as if what she was going to say wasn’t too important.

::Gavin  â€œOr you go?  Go where?”

He questioned, still blocking her off in the doorway so she couldn’t get around him.  He wanted answers and he had every intent of getting them.  She presses her lips together, refusing to speak about what she was going to say.  It was her own little piece of history that she kept to herself.

;;Mikah  â€œNothing.  I wasn’t going to say anything, now move.  Please.”

She looks at him before looking anywhere but at him.  She was too stubborn to tell him about what the other option was and it wasn’t a healthy one either.

::Gavin  â€œIf you don’t tell me what you were going to say, then, ugh..  Just tell me, it’s not that hard, what's your problem?”

He seemed to expect it was something worse than it was.  Giving her an annoyed gaze, wondering if she’d explain to him what she was keeping secret.  Of course it was pressure, but, he felt a lot of pressure not knowing what she had kept from him.  She just looks at him and shrugs her shoulders, just looking at him.  She knew how it worked; she’d played this game with her ex husband before.

;;Mikah  â€œMy problem?  My problem is that my husband won’t let me go on a run so I can sweat the alcohol out of my system instead of resorting to drinking so early.”

It was a redirect kind of answer but it got her away from the topic that she desperately didn’t want to talk about.  It wasn’t like she did it all that much anymore anyways; only if she was feeling like there wasn’t enough time in the day for another run.

::Gavin  â€œListen - Mik, you’ve kept something from me.  And I say this as I appeal to you, the lady I married.  The lady I laid eyes on the first time and said ‘I want her to be mine’.  Now, I know you can be stubborn as fuck but, there’s something you’re not telling me.  I don’t know what it is, but, it’s affecting us..  You either tell me now, or..  maybe I’ll go stay the week at my parents place, give you time to keep your secrets to yourself.”

He said as he looked her in the eyes, not being mean, not being annoyed.  He was somewhat bummed out if anything but, if she wasn’t going to talk to him.  He wasn’t necessarily sure what to do here.  Simply turning his back on her and walking toward their stairway.  She just watches him, a bit confused at how she should proceed.  She didn’t want to tell him and she wouldn’t tell him because that’d just create more problems for her and she didn’t need a babysitter either.  She didn’t need to be watched twenty-four seven and if she told him, that’s what he’d do; watch her closely all the time.

;;Mikah  â€œI’m drunk, Gavin.  Still.  It’s either I go for a run to sweat the alcohol out or I go throw it up and succumb to the hangover that will come if I start throwing up.”

She had had to make up something that was believable and maybe close to the truth.  She looks at him before shrugging her shoulders.  He knew that she was drinking heavily with Mark because it had been a constant argument between them, one she avoided like it was the plague.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd what parents, Gavin?  I’ve never even met them.  Not that it matters because you will never meet mine.”

She was using distraction as a tool again, trying to turn his attention to another task.

::Gavin  â€œNice change of the subject.  Listen, go on your run.  We’ll hang out tonight..”

He walked up the stairs casually, slowly.  Almost as if he felt defeated, taking his sweet time up them as he made it to the top.  She watches him advance up the stairs as she wasn’t sure what to do.  She couldn’t tell him because it wasn’t something she was proud of and she didn’t want him to smother her after she told him and she knew that was what would have happened.  Because he already didn’t like her drinking, so if she told him, it would make things a little more crazy than they already were.

;;Mikah  â€œO-kay.”

She turns and pulls the door to step out into the slightly chilly but still slightly warm at the same time weather.  She looks over her shoulder at Gavin before shutting the door behind her to go on her first run of the day.

”Holy Grail.”
Where:New York City, New York
Days until Showtime:12
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The scene opens up to show the building of Madison Square Garden before it moves inside.  The camera shows the empty halls before it moves to the inside, where the events would take place.  Madison Square Garden was the one place that Mikah wanted to wrestle in.  She wanted it so badly that she would do anything she could to make SCW go there and be booked there but she wasn't sure that she could make that happen.  After all, her name isn't Christian Underwood.  The camera zooms in on the wrestling ring that is set up with the seats set up around it.  It then finds the resident SCW Bombshell Champion siting in one in the middle of the seating area.  Her championship was slung over her shoulder and she was wearing her attire that she doesn't usually wear to compete in; sequined loose fitting shorts with a matching button up vest that showed her black sequined bra.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you recognize where I am?”

The camera pans around, showing the arena once more.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is the holy grail of wrestling.  This is where the best performers want to compete.  This...this is Madison Square Garden.  This is basically in my backyard and it's desperately the place that I want to compete.  It's the place where wrestling comes alive.  But is High Stakes booked here?  Nope.  Instead, I will have to defend MY championship against two women that I don't even really care for.  Well, one I don't care for and one that respects me for what I do in that ring.  But in San Juan, Puerto Rico.  What kind of place is that even?  I don't even know.  I'm not sure that I even care, truthfully.”

She leans back a bit and gets a little more comfortable, letting the silence envelope her.  She was completely comfortable in the silence.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I don't think that Christian Underwood cares that I don't care.  But maybe, I should care.  Wouldn't that be the ultimate goal?  To have a bombshell champion like myself care about where the company is going to be?  Or who she's facing?  I would think so.  But let's talk about that, shall we?  Let's talk about what Christian sees as fair and what's actually fair.”

She sits up straight, fixing her posture in the chair.

;;Mikah  â€œHe seems to think it's fair that Mercedes Vargas gets a shot at MY championship without having to earn it.  Tell me how that's fair, will you please because I just. . .do not see it.  But I also have a high functioning brain and I can think logically.  I had to earn my shot by beating three other competitors to go up against former champion Raynin.  But did Mercedes have any other match like that?  Did she have to compete in a triple threat match to get this shot?”

Mikah shakes her head as she rolls her eyes a bit.  The double standards drove her crazy.

;;Mikah  â€œNope.  She gets it handed to her on a golden platter.  But I guess that I should expect that from Christian Underwood.  He's going to try whatever he can to try to get somebody to take this championship away from me.  But what he hasn't realized is that he has failed every single time that he has tried to have somebody take it away from me.  I am the champion for a reason and that's because I'm the best there is in that ring.  Christian doesn't have to like me to admit that I've been a dominant champion because nobody is on my level; nobody can touch me in that ring.  Nobody at all.”

She shrugs a little bit before leaning down and grabbing her bottle of SmartWater and taking a drink of it before setting it back down. She wasn't worried about the time she was spending at the Garden.

;;Mikah  â€œI haven't even got to the little kiss-ass that is Mercedes Vargas yet.  But I'm getting there.  I need to quickly talk about the new found cancer that SCW has been infected with: Drake Green.  That little scrub thinks that he can get his way by doing what he did to me at the last Climax Control, well he's dead wrong.  He will pay for what he did and he will never see it coming.  Do you hear that, Drake?  You will NEVER see it coming but trust me, I will get the last laugh.  This I promise you.  Now back to our regularly scheduled program.”

She adjusts her top a bit, tugging at the bra that was slightly itching due to the sequins.  That was part of the reason she didn't usually wear it when she competed.  That and it got a little hot when the match got started.

;;Mikah  â€œMercedes.  Where do we even start with you. . .”

She takes a breath, acting as if it was a hard decision.  Or something that actually required hard thinking.

;;Mikah  â€œHow's your career going since the Mean Girls disbanded?  Where's your best friend, Delia?  Locked in an institution somewhere because she can't hack it as a nice girl?  I even took her place as Despayre's newfound friend, so let her know that, would you?”

Mikah smirks at the camera before crossing her left leg over her right.  She moves her championship down to her lap before looking down at it.

;;Mikah  â€œMercedes, the only thing that you've done recently is win a match off of a technicality.  I don't remember the last time I won a match based on a technicality.  Oh wait. . .”

She taps her finger to her lips two times.

;;Mikah  â€œI've never won a match based on a technicality.  I won a match because your ex-stable mate chose to nail your face into the canvas.  It's not my fault that I'm the only one in that match that chose to capitalize on that little hiccup.  So maybe, I should be thanking you for helping me to be the champion that I am today. . .”

She pauses for a moment, acting as if she was actually going to thank Mercedes.

;;Mikah  â€œBut you were nothing but a stepping stone in my path to become the Bombshell Champion.  And I'm not sure why you think that you can try to take my championship away from me.  Everybody else that has been put in front of me has failed and you will be no different, Mercedes.  Because you are exactly like them when it comes to stepping into the ring; you fall short of wrestling talent.  Although, I will give you this: you are definitely smarter than Veronica.  So you do have that going for you and you aren't as flaky and two-faced as Amanda Cortez so at least you have some...worthy attributes.  Of course, those will not help you in the ring.  But that's not my fault.”

She runs her fingers through her hair before pushing it out of her face.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure you've had a successful history in SCW and I'm not going to discredit that but how much of  your success is due to the travesty that is known as the Mean Girls?  Seventy-five percent of it?  I'm guessing so.  I haven't even been here a year yet but I only know you as the former Mean Girl.  And that you beat Alexis Edwards on a super shitty technicality when she should have been deemed the winner.  But hey, I'm not the one that is getting special favors.”

Mikah just raises her eyebrows and shrugs her shoulders a bit before letting a small giggle roll off of her lips.  She adjusts her bra once more, the itching from the sequins driving her insane.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not sure what to really expect from our match, Mercedes.  I obviously expect to win because that is the only option that I see worthy of an outcome.  I don't expect you or Crystal Hilton to beat me because I'm better than you.  I'm better than you in the ring and I'm better than you when I'm doing shit like this.  Just because I wasn't hired to be SCW's promotional bitch, doesn't mean shit.  I wasn't hired to be a person who just shoots commercials for the company; I was hired as a competitor and look where I've found myself.  The bombshell champion.  I'm sure NOBODY thought that I would ever become the champion because I didn't find the right passion when I first joined the roster.  And I faced moron after moron without much recognition.  But I did my job.  I showed up and did whatever it was I was booked to do but that became boring.”

She stifles a yawn and covers her mouth as she does so.&

;;Mikah  â€œSo I took a little break from the company; choosing to stay in New York City for a while before the wrestling bug bit me again.  And when it did, I came back with some sort of fire lit inside of me.  I was on top of the game and nobody could beat me.  I beat three other bimbos to become the number one contender and then the following week, I beat Raynin to get this championship.”

Mikah she looks down at the championship that was still sitting in her lap before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œPeople had discredited my win, do you know that?”

She tilts her head to the side as she continues to look at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œMost everybody said that it was a fluke win and that Raynin would win this championship back when she got her rematch.  Nobody even cared that I was the champion or that I was employed by SCW either.  They just turned their cheek and pretended as if my championship reign didn't matter or exist for that point.  So, I ignored the idiots and the doubters because what did they know?  They blindly follow that man known as Christian Underwood.  So then Raynin's little rematch came and what happened there?  Oh yeah, I won.  I retained my championship even though everything was against me winning.  But people didn't realize what I was capable of.  They just thought I was just another bombshell that had luck on her side.  I think luck had nothing to do with it.”

She laughs again before shrugging her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't believe in luck.  I believe in my talent.  I believe that I have proved to everybody that I am the top bombshell and I should be the measuring stick as to how future bombshells should be measured, don't you think?  Let's look at some facts.”

She moves her championship back up over her right shoulder and recrosses her legs but in the other direction.

;;Mikah  â€œSince I won this championship in May, the SCW Heavyweight championship has changed hands THREE times.  That's three more times than this championship has changed hands in the past five months.  And let's talk about the Bombshell Internet Championship, shall we?  It's like they're playing hot potato with that championship.  Do you want to know how many times that it's changed hands in the past five months?!”

She looked appalled that the championship has changed hands so much.  But she knew her facts.  She knows that she is the only champion that hasn't dropped her championship belt since May.

;;Mikah  â€œFOUR times.  That championship has been handed around like candy.  Nobody knows how to retain anymore besides me.  The only other champion that has almost as much credibility as I do is Goth since he's been holding the Roulette Championship since July but then again, he hasn't really had to defend against anybody that really wanted that title.  And let's not even talk about the Bombshell Roulette championship because two times is more than enough as well.”

She laughs a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd do you think that Mercedes will be even HALF the champion that I am?  Hell no, she's too worried about walking on a beach and talking about the upcoming pay-per-view or whatever it is she gets paid to do.  She'd lose the championship after a week or so of having it because she can't hack it.  She's only useful as a pretty face.  Sure, in the past couple of weeks she's maybe had a few good wins but nothing that's overly impressive.  But that's just what I think, anyways.”

She stands up and adjusts her shorts before looking around the empty arena.  She then turns her attention back to the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œDon't worry, Crystal.  You're my next target.  But for now, you'll have to wait to see me a little more.  Later.”

Mikah winks at the camera before walking away and up the stairs to leave the arena.

”Marital Distress.”
Where:New York City, New York
Days until Showtime:11
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Clothes were strewn around the bedroom as Mikah tried to pack for more than ten days away from her house in New York City.  Gavin had gone out to do only God knows what, which left Mikah to do whatever it was that she wanted to do.  And she wanted to pack because she had to go do some champion things over in San Juan, Puerto Rico.  She sometimes wished that SCW’s world tour would end already so she could spend time in the states and not feel like she’s always trying to race to some place to compete or show up for some silly backstage segment.

;;Mikah  â€œToo much to choose from.”

When in doubt, talk to yourself or that was what Mikah’s philosophy was.  She glances up as Gavin walks through the bedroom door to see the mess in the bedroom.  She doesn’t even bother saying anything to him as she walks back into her walk-in closet to find more clothes, clothes that she would deem suitable for ten days in Puerto Rico.  She had looked up the weather and it was going to be pleasantly warm and she was excited to spend some time in the sun.  She grabs all of her bikinis and walks out and places them in her suitcase, just glancing at Gavin again.

;;Mikah  Â â€œI thought you went somewhere…?”

She looks at him again as she looks at her suitcases that were displayed on the bed before looking over at him again.  She just shrugs before walking back into her walk-in closet to grab her wrestling gear, choosing several different colors.

::Gavin  â€œMe?  No, I’ve been here.  Working.”

She frowns a bit, looking at him again as she grabs her suitcase that she stores her gear in and puts the articles of clothing in there.  She grabs her boots and runs her fingers over the material of them before putting them in the suitcase before turning and fully looking at Gavin.

;;Mikah  â€œSeriously?  I thought you left. . .”

She shrugs again before moving into their master bathroom to grab her necessities from in there.  She takes a deep breath as she looks at her reflection; her platinum blonde locks were pulled back into a messy bun, a few strands that fell out framing her face.  She grabs her flat iron, curling wand, and everything else before walking back into the bedroom.

::Gavin  â€œNope.  Just been working on a little project of mine, keeping to myself.”

She frowns again before looking around the destroyed room before looking at him again.  She was curious about his secrets but she wasn’t about to ask because she wasn’t going to tell him her secret.

;;Mikah  â€œOkay.  I’m sure that was a blast.  Whatever it was.  Is?  Whatever.”

She just shrugs as she zips up one of her suitcases that was full with clothes that would most likely last a month if not more.

::Gavin  â€œIt had its moments.  I’m guessing you’re off again?”

She looks at him then looks at her packed suitcases before looking at him again, with her eyebrows raised.  It looked obvious to her but maybe she wasn’t clear enough.

;;Mikah  â€œUh. . .yes, it’s not like I have a choice.  I am the Bombshell Champion and I have champion things to do, you know.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she zips up another bag that was full of shoes alone.  She didn’t travel light and she didn’t know what would happen if she was told she could only bring a few things along with her.

::Gavin  â€œI’m fully aware of what you have to do, Mikah.  I do actually pay attention, you know.”

She tries to resist the urge to chuckle but it slips out of her lips anyways and she covers her mouth a bit as she looks at him.

;;Mikah  â€œReally?  I thought you only paid attention to handheld devices.”

It was a slip of the tongue, something that she truly didn’t mean but it just came out.  She sighs as she looks at him.

;;Mikah  â€œOkay, that was not nice of me and I’m sorry.”

She just chews on her bottom lip for a moment before turning to finish getting her things together.  She keeps her back to him for a moment or so.

::Gavin  â€œKind of used to it lately but..  apology accepted.”

She offers him a half smile as she checks her bag that she kept her Bombshell Championship in when she was traveling.  She stars at the faceplate for a moment before zipping the bag back up.

;;Mikah  â€œSo, I don’t know when I’ll be in the states again because after I win, they’ll be more shit to do.”

She looks at him again and shrugs her shoulders simply because she wasn’t sure what else to do.  It wasn’t a good arrangement but it was one that she’d come accustomed to in the past month or so.

::Gavin  â€œFigures.  Aren’t they supposed to be Sin City Wrestling?  Not..  random shows in the middle of fucking nowhere wrestling?  Either way..  I guess I’ll see ya..”

She sighs as she sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at her husband.

;;Mikah  â€œI don’t control where SCW goes, Gavin.  I just do as I’m told because I’m the bombshell champion and because I need to be featured on the show.”

She loved the attention that being the Bombshell champion gave her and she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, or at least not currently.

::Gavin  â€œI’m also highly aware of you not controlling where SCW goes.  Lighten up for five minutes, geez.”

She rolls her eyes at him before placing her hands on her hips.

;;Mikah  â€œThen quit bitching at me about things that you obviously fucking know that I can’t change, Gavin.”

She moves one bag off of her bed and onto the floor before moving onto the next.  She turns to face her husband before taking a breath as she lines her suitcases and bags up.  Sometimes, her husband drove her fucking crazy and made her want to pull her hair out.  She sometimes wondered if she still even loved him but she knew that she did, even if he drove her to drink.

::Gavin  â€œI made a comment.  It was your decision to take it as complaining as if you could change it.  Not everything is a plea to you, you know.”

She just gives him a look before rolling her eyes before tugging her suitcases out of the bedroom and into the hallway.  She wasn’t sure how to respond to that or if she even really, truthfully should.  She continues to tug and lug suitcases out into the hallway before stopping in the doorway.

;;Mikah  â€œBut--I am sure that if it was your decision, you’d choose for me to stay home and not compete, right?”

She looks at him, her eyes on him as she lingers in the doorway.  She didn't like the way things were headed and she knew that she'd be leaving the house with the pair mad at one another.  It was never a good thing to leave mad but sometimes, she didn't have much of a choice.  He wanted her to stay longer; she didn't want to stay any longer than she already have.  There wasn't much else she could really do and she didn't want to compromise and stay another day.  She wasn't about to tell him that she could stay till Friday. She wanted out of the house and back to have a bit of freedom.

::Gavin  â€œYou chose to stay and compete, rather than come with me.  Don’t put things on me.  You could be here if you wanted to be, you just don’t.”

She tilts her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowed together a bit as she frowns at him.  She takes a deep breath, trying not to be too agitated or whatever it was she was feeling.  She didn't understand him at all.  She wanted to be apart of SCW and wanted to be their Bombshell Champion, even if she didn't act like it on Twitter.  But she couldn't understand him and his way of thought.  Why didn't he understand that she loved SCW with her entire being?  Why did he want her to choose a life of boredom?  She wasn't that person; she wasn't a housewife and she sure as hell wasn't a clingy wife, either.  She believed that a couple didn't need to be together every waking minute.  And she'd been a gone a month and it only proved her theory more.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause you want me to be a bum, right?  To not have a job?  Because that’s what I’m getting here, Gavin.  That’s what I’m understanding from what you’re saying to me right now.”

She crosses her arms over her chest as she looks at him.  She shakes her head a bit before turning to go into the hallway.  She had no patience with his rationality or what he thought that she should do.

::Gavin  â€œYou have money, I have money.  It’s not like Uncensored didn’t pay us well, we’d of been fine.  You chose not to be here, just admit it.”

She glares at him before shaking her head before starting to move her suitcases downstairs to take out to the taxi that would take her to the airport.  She moves them down one by one before coming back upstairs to grab her small carry on bag.  She looks at her husband and glares at him again.  It was true, technically.  Shecould be there more if she wanted to but the truth was, she didn't.  She wanted to be on the road so she could have her freedom.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know how important wrestling is to me.  And you knew that when you married me, Gavin.  You should have known that I wasn’t going to drop it just. . .just to be with you.”

She grabs her carry on bag and sling it over her shoulder before taking a deep breath as she looks at her husband once more.

::Gavin  â€œUh huh.  Well, I hope you have fun.”

She just rolls her eyes at him before looking at him and tilting her head to the side a bit.  She shrugs her shoulders as she stands there, a good distance away from him.

;;Mikah  â€œDon’t worry, I always have fun as the champion.”

She turns and walks away from him and down the stairs to load everything into the waiting taxi.  She didn't waste her time in carrying things out and loading them up.  She couldn't believe how much things she had to pack to go on a long trip and to make sure she didn't leave things at home because then she'd be SOL.  She sighs as she finishes putting things in the trunk, with the help of the taxi man and she turns to look at her house.  She didn't like leaving things on bad terms with Gavin but some times he didn't leave her any other choice.

She didn't like taking taxi cabs either but she didn't have much of a choice; she didn't want to leave a car at the airport for an extended amount of time and she wasn't about to ask Gavin for a ride either.  She didn't even want to think about what could have happened in that disastrous ride to the airport.  She was trying to stay focused on her upcoming match against both Mercedes Vargas and Crystal Hilton.  Both were realistically good competitors, ones that if Mikah wasn't being her when she was filming a promo, would admit could easily win the match.  But she wasn't going to let that happen.  She needed to win because she felt as if the championship was hers and hers alone.  Sometimes, she felt as if she was running on borrowed time, as if this was all just some big dream that she hadn't woken up from because it had happened so fast.

[Mikah]

 
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”Trust Issue Number 1.”
Where:In the Air.
Days until Showtime:11
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Traveling in an airplane was easy for Mikah; she didn't get sick and she didn't hate it.  She did however hate how long it took to get everything in order to take off.  It seemed that nobody knew how to get their shit together so that take off could be on time and easy.  But nothing every was easy or not in Mikah's world.  Choosing to be a full-time Bombshell wasn't easy but that's what Mikah chose.  She chose it over being a wife and over being a mother and she wouldn't change her mind if she were given the option to do so.  She wanted to prove to Leighton that it was okay to follow your dreams even if you had a child.
She didn't feel as if she was cut out to be a wife, more often then she felt that she should be a wife to Gavin.  It was hard for her to be a person that loved being in the ring more than she loved being with her husband.  She knew her husband wanted her to just spend time with him but she didn't have the time or the patience for that.  She had to always be doing something.

So here she sat on the airplane, her laptop set up in front of her as she was set to record a little message for her fans and the people who definitely didn't like her as much.

;;Mikah  â€œHello to all my fans and to the people who are clearly not really my fans.”

She just simply waves at the webcam because leaning back in her seat.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm on an airplane, flying to San Juan, Puerto Rico to do some promotional things for SCW to prepare for High Stakes. . .”

She smiles at the camera as she looks around the airplane before taking a deep breath.

;;Mikah  â€œMost of you know that I'm going up against Crystal Hilton AND Mercedes Vargas.  Two competitors instead of just one.  And Christian believes that I only have myself to blame but he is obviously mistaken.  He doesn't have the balls to say that he just wants to screw me over because he can't handle the fact that I do not like him.  It's not my fault the choices he makes is not even close to being considered good or even original.”

She shrugs her shoulders before smirking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd he wants to say that he's not sexist but has he EVER stuck the Heavyweight champion in a triple threat match OTHER than Summer XXXtreme?  I mean, that pay-per-view was meant for triple threat matches.  But has he ever done it when there was no silly thing like that?  No, because he obviously favors the male superstars.  I wonder what they do for him. . .”

She lets her sentence drop off, letting the sentence fade away, leaving it up to the imagination.  But she was sure that most everybody knew exactly what she was talking about.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's not really a problem that I'm booked in a triple threat match because I've won and retained my title before from that sort of match but it's the fact that Christian deliberately goes out of his way to make my life a living hell.  Is it my fault that he can't just let it go and let bygones be bygones?  No, it's not.  I'm not sorry that I'm on top of the Bombshell food chain, so to speak.  And it's not my fault that everybody he's placed in front of me has fallen short.  But he should get over it.  Seriously.  Maybe we should all act like adults and things would be okay.  Maybe, anyways.”

She takes a deep breath before leaning forward just a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œMercedes is a problem because she's the company's go-to girl for commercials or any sort of promotional event.  You would think that they would send their Bombshell champion to do those sort of things but I guess their top female championship isn't that important to them.  And by them, I mean Christian.  Because obviously, Mark views me as important to the company.  But I'm not going to talk about Mercedes right now.  I'm going to talk about Crystal Hilton..”&

She presses her lips together a bit before looking around the plane again.

;;Mikah  â€œI really don't know what to even say about the bombshell.  Except that she doesn't even deserve a shot at my championship because she hasn't proved herself to be anything more than the Roulette Champion or whatever title she held before.  And even then, she couldn't hold onto that.  Don't get me wrong, I know she's talented in the ring but that doesn't mean that she has more talent than I do.  She'd have to do a lot more than what she has to get me to believe that she is worth anything more than a Roulette Champion.”

Mikah chews on her bottom lip a little bit, thinking for a moment.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd this isn't me saying that I dislike Crystal because that's not the case.  This is me saying that I'm better than her because I am better than she is.  I think I've proved myself to be just that, better.  And she has all this respect for me and I appreciate that, to an extent.  I don't know what she's trying to prove by telling  me that she respects me.  Maybe she thinks that she can get a little more headway into the match by thinking that I will let my guard down when it comes to her but I don't think that that will ever happen.  I don't trust anybody; it's just how I'm wired.”

She shrugs again before crossing her legs.

;;Mikah  â€œTrust isn't something that comes easy to me and with this triple threat looming over me and those other two, I don't think that it will be coming any time soon.  Crystal is a former Roulette champion but I don't think she's ready for the big time, this championship that I am holding.  Because—and I mean no offense by this, either—but she couldn't hang onto that championship.  So if she were to win somehow, this championship would pass hands several times before somebody could manage to hold onto it.  And I'm not only saying that because I want to keep it, I'm saying it because it's the cold, hard truth.”

She shrugs once more before adjusting the top of her dress.

;;Mikah  â€œTrust shouldn't be just given to a person because they say that they respect you.  I can say that I respect somebody for what they are able to do in the ring but that doesn't mean that I trust them or anybody else for that matter.  And I know, I know respect has to be earned but if these past five months haven't proven anything to anybody  then I don't know what the fuck will.”

She sighs a bit before rolling her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not a Veronica Taylor or Keira Fisher, either.  I may have had some mental lapses in the past but I'm completely sane right now.  And I'm at the top of my game.  And I'm not an airheaded bimbo, like Veronica is.  So what you need to expect from me is the best.  Becuause I go into every match with my best.  I give more than I should but that's just who I am.  Do I believe that any of those goody-gooody bombshells in the back deserve to face me at my best?  No, but I'm the best there is and there's no chance in fucking hell that I'm going to let some peppy cheerleader beat me.  I know, Crystal you're not a peppy cheerleader but you ARE friends with one, right?  I mean, I see on Twitter how you're all nicey-nice with her and friendly with her and so on but why?  Aren't you two totally different?  Don't you both have different personalities?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the webcam before shaking her head.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you THAT desperate for friends that you'd go and be friends with Roxi and her psychotic wife?  I mean, seriously, what are you trying to do here?  Are you trying to get some sort of street cred or something by hanging out with SCW's own mental patient and her wife the cheerleader?  Because if so, that's not very good street cred.  I don't have many friends, and I realize that but I don't need very many friends either.  The few that I do have are the only ones that I need.  And trust me, when we hang out it's a blast.”

A smirk crosses her face before she leans back once more.

;;Mikah  â€œWe still have ten days to go before we step into the ring at High Stakes.  And that's a long time.  It's a long time for me to be in Puerto Rico but I don't mind it that much.  The weather is going to be wonderful and I plan on spending most of my time at the beach.  In a bikini.  But I know that both of my opponents will be doing what they do best: pandering to the likes of Christian Underwood and hanging out with peppy cheerleaders.  So, I'm going to do Bombshell champion things because that's what I need to do.  You two can go off and do as you please; shoot promotional commercials and hang out with peppy cheerleaders.  I'm going to do things that are actually worthy of my time.  Like. . .spending time at the beach, going on a few runs, and doing some training in the ring, even though my craft is already perfefct.  So. . .”

Mikah leans forward just a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI'll see you soon.”

She winks at the camera before shutting the laptop and ending the feed.  She relaxes a bit more, ready to take a small nap on the plane before arriving in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

”Grand Slam.”
Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Days until Showtime:9
||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE v]

It had been a couple of days that Mikah had been in San Juan, Puerto Rico by herself and she wasn't totally hating it.  The weather was nice enough that Mikah could do things in a dress and not be freezing cold like she has been the past couple of weeks.  It was also nice that she left her personal cell phone at the hotel suite she booked and was only taking business calls.  Although, she'd been drinking with Mark Ward for some of the afternoon and she was almost sure that that was NOT a business call.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat?!”

She hated that people would call her when she was busy and she viewed drinking with her friend as very important business.  She sighs as she listens to the other person on the line before agreeing and then hanging up before heading in the direction of the arena.  She forgot that she'd scheduled to meet some idiotic camera man outside of the arena to film a promo for her match.  She was ready to go lay out on the beach instead but however, the promo would have to work while she was in her bikini.

It takes her a good fifteen minutes to get from one end of the city to the arena where the camera man was waiting for her.  She rolls her eyes as somebody sets her up with a microphone, hooking it onto the t-shirt that she was using as a swim cover up.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's get this shit over with, shall we?!”

The camera man didn't seem to carer one way or another, as long as he got paid to do his job.  Mikah rolls her eyes at him before flipping her hair over one shoulder and adjusting her championship over her right shoulder.  She'd only barely remembered to bring it along and it looked slightly out place with her beachy attire.  She looks down, eying her own short, Miss me brand shorts up before shrugging her shoulders.  She looks at the camera man before she finally gets a nod from him, telling her that he was ready.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm here in front of the Estadio Sixto Escobar here in San Juan, Puerto Rico.  And if you didn't know, this is where I'm going to be kicking Mercedes Vargas' and Crystal Hilton's ass in nine days.”

She winks at the camera before moving backwards up the stairs, careful not to trip.

;;Mikah  â€œShall we take a look inside?  Shall we look where history is going to be made?  I think we should . . .”

She turns her back to the camera to walk up the stairs to get closer to entering the building.  Or at least, the part of the building that would house their locker rooms and offices and such.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is kind of a . . . weird arena, if you ask me.  I'm going to have to wrestle outside, it appears.  And I'm already slightly worried about that.  What if it rains?  What if it's freezing cold?  I mean, if I was the boss, I would be looking into the weather and thinking about what the options are if it does rain in nine days time.  But, I'm not the boss and for good reason.”

She winks at the camera again before leading the camera man down a hallway.

;;Mikah  â€œOh look!  It's the men's locker room.  I'd take a peek inside, but you never know who or what's hiding in there.  Moving on.”

She continues down the hallway before running into some poor backstage worker that was already trying to get things in order.

;;Mikah  â€œEx-cuse you!  Maybe you should watch where you're going before you take somebody out around here.”

There was hardly anybody else there.  Just some random backstage workers and maybe a superstar or bombshell or two.  The worker looks at the Bombshell champion and nods his head.

ôôBackstage Worker  â€œYes, ma'am.  Sorry.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, noting his awkward state before putting her arm around his neck and smiling down at him.

;;Mikah  â€œSo. . .in NINE days High Stakes V will be underway and I will be set to defend MY bombshell championship against two little tramps, Mercedes and Crystal.  Who do you think will win?  Do you think I will retain my championship or do you think one of those little tramps will be able to take it away from me?”

He looked majorly uncomfortable as Mikah stood next to him, her arm around his neck and the camera man still recording them.  She smirks, loving how uncomfortable she was making him.

ôôBackstage Worker  â€œYou, ma'am.”

She laughs a bit before pushing him away from her and out of the picture.  Just as if he was garbage now and not important to her at all.

;;Mikah  â€œSee, even pathetic little weasels that work backstage think that I'm going to win.  It's kind of funny that nobody believes that Mercedes or Crystal can take MY championship away from me.  Man, I wouldn't want to be them.”

She turns back around, heading down a hallway to continue the little grand tour of the arena's backstage departments.  She stops in front of another door.  It already had a name on it that read Lord Raab.

;;Mikah  â€œThis. . .this is SCW's resident Heavyweight Champion's locker room for the night.  And no matter how much I dislike Drake, it will be Raab's last day as the Heavyweight Champion.  Sorry but not really.”

A shrug rolls off of her shoulder before she turns to move further down the hallway, a small strut to her step and the camera man filming her every move until she stops again in front of another door that had both Mark Ward and Christian Underwood's name on it.

;;Mikah  â€œAh, yes.  This is the boss' for the night.  This should really only be Marky Mark's office and somebody should put Christian's office by the trash, because that's where he deserves to be.  This is also probably my second locker room.  Just to bug Christian, of course.”

She  lets a laugh roll off of her tongue before she continues down the hallway, a slight skip to her step.  She was in a good mood and for that, she was glad.  She passes some more backstage workers before she stops at another door and covers the nameplate with her head, standing directly in front of the door.  The camera man stops as well, continuing to film her.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd this. . .this might just be the best locker room of the entire building. . .”

She smirks again before moving to the side to see her name scrawled on a nameplate in big, fancy letters with turquoise glitter.  Underneath her name it said SCW Bombshell Champion.  She tilts her head to the side, looking at the nameplate before she pushes the door open.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's go inside, shall we?”

She doesn't give the camera man much of a choice, but it wasn't like he had much of one in the first place.  She moves aside, letting the camera man get a view of the room.  She'd had it decked out the exact way she wanted it; a couch with a coffee table in front of it.  Of course, she had to pay to have these things in her locker room but she didn't mind and she had the extra money.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is where I spend most of my time before I have a match.  If I'm not pestering Christian over something so ridiculous, I'm in here.  And what do I do in here, you may be asking?”

She smirks before sitting down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.  She grabs the remote to the television and turns the television.

;;Mikah  â€œMost people are probably wondering why I'm NOT talking about how I'm going to kick both Mercedes and Crystal's asses in nine days but I don't really think that is important.  Plus, they're both going to lose so why does it matter?  I mean, Mercedes is all about how she does those promotional stints for the company and I haven't quite discovered what Crystal's all about yet but I'm sure it's not TOO important, right?  I mean, I AM the Bombshell Champion so I'm the most important Bombshell on the roster.”

She turns the television back off before getting up and walking out of her locker room, leaving the camera man to follow her again.  She smirks over her shoulder before continuing on.  She stops at the backstage curtains that would lead her out to the ring.

;;Mikah  â€œEverybody always wants to know what it feels like to walk out from behind here, shoving the curtains away to see everybody sitting in their seats, waiting for the next match.  Well, it's hard to explain.  I get this nervous like feeling, even though I'm never nervous.  But it feels like my skin is being pricked or something like it.  It's an adrenaline rush and it's a much better one than drugs can give you.”

She pushes the curtains to the side before walking out to see that it was still a baseball field.  It hadn't been transformed yet but she wasn't too worried.

;;Mikah  â€œThis. . .this is where the magic happens.  Right now, it's just a dumpy baseball field.  Nothing too special but in NINE days it will be transformed into something special.  The fans will take their seats and they will wait as patiently as they can before the first match is underway.  Of course, people will still be arriving because who wants to watch a stupid tag team match?  Not me.”

She takes a few more steps onto the stage before smiling at the camera, over her shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm so ready for next Sunday to come and go that it's ridiculous.  I'm ready to shove it in Christian's face that his little plan to screw me over didn't work and that it will never work.  I'm going to be the Bombshell champion for a long time and he might as well get used to it.  As for Mercedes and Crystal. . .”

She turns so she's facing the camera, her back to the baseball field now.

;;Mikah  â€œThey can think that their little title shot opportunity means something but as for that, maybe they should think about what they really are.  Pawns.  Pawns in the game of Christian Underwood vs Mikah.  I don't see them as anything BUT that.  They might not see it that way, but what other way is there to see it?  He wants to say it's my fault that this match was made but he's dead WRONG.  I was TOLD to go out there and interfere in the match to give Crystal the win.  So as per usual, I was following orders.”

She shrugs her shoulders again, a smirk playing on her face.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd who told me to go interfere in their match?”

She smirks even more, a sinister look in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œI will never reveal my sources.  Because it doesn't matter, I interfered and Crystal won, which was the point.  Because Mercedes walks around her like she's the princess of the company when in reality she is nothing more than a scrub.  A cretin.  A simpleton.  A mere nothing in the real world.  She's nothing but a pretty face and even at that she falls short.  But I think I'm quite done with talking about it for now anyways.  So girls, I hope you're ready. . .”

She leans forward just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause it will be fun to ruin your hopes and dreams.  See you in nine days!”

She blows a kiss to the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao!”

She walks away, letting the camera film the empty baseball diamond before it fades to black slowly.  She was ready for her triple threat match.  She was ready to retain her championship and to prove that she IS the most dominant champion that SCW has at the moment.

[Crystal Zdunich]

 Off Camera
Columbia

Crystal left Santa Marta University with an arrogant expression on her lips and she had every reason to be all smiles because just like that she had gotten over the number one contender to the bombshell title in Mercedes Vargas/ She had defeated her long time FriEnemy, and there’s nothing that could have brought her down. Not to mention on top of that she was now added to the match and High Stakes, and the chance to compete for the World Bombshell Championship was right in front of her. As she left the university there were several fans who had lined up to see the Latina on her way out. They were speaking Spanish in hopes that she would wave to them, do a photo op or even grant them an autograph but Crystal wasn’t about any of that.

The only thing that was on her mind was getting the hell out of Columbia as she walked with a sense of arrogance. She wore her blinder like glasses as she walked stepped by step. There were some fans who were able to run up to Crystal. A little girl about eight years of age as she held her 8x10 up to Crystal. She smiled passionately as she undid her permanent marker.

Little Girl: May I have an autograph please?

Crystal smiled evilly at the little girl and that is when Crystal reflection appeared in front of her. The reflection glanced at Crystal in the eyes as she quickly shook her head to the Rose Goddess.

Reflection: Who is she of all people to want your autograph? Sorry… But we simply don’t have time for that Crystal… After all you have a World Championship to prepare to win… The fans can wait right?

Crystal nodded her head as she didn’t even stop to acknowledge the fan. She just kept on walking minding her own business. The girl ran as fast as she could to cut Crystal off and that is when the Latina finally stops as she looks back at Crystal in the eyes. Almost pleading with her as she held the photo up to her face. What she got in return though was Crystal who only pie faced her. The fans could only erupt into boos as Crystal made her way over to her limo. She stepped inside and it wasn’t long before the driver took off. Crystal grinned as she teased the fans calmly rolling her window up as she didn’t want anything to do with them. However just as she tries to get comfortable she looks over to her side and that is when she is greeted by the sight of her former best friend Zelda Knite.

Zelda: Did you miss me?!

Crystal seems annoyed as she shakes her head in disgust as she grills Zelda looking directly into her eyes.

Crystal: What the hell are you doing here?!

Zelda: What does it look like I am doing you big jerk? Seems to me like I am following you around. After all the leader of the Crystal Hilton fanclub has to travel with you all across the world. Didn’t you get the memo on any of that?!

Crystal begins to shake her head.

Crystal: NO… As I last recalled you were trying to portray yourself as a marine biologist…

Zelda: Please… That was last week’s goal. This week it’s all about kickstarting the Crystal Hilton fanclub, and as much you hate to agree you need me Crystal.

Crystal thinks about it for a few moment as she seems disgusted.

Crystal: And why do I need you exactly?!

Zelda: Because I am totes your good luck charm.

Crystal: That’s not true…

Zelda: Oh is that a fact now! Then why is it as soon as I turn up you actually managed a match again? That’s funny considering that the last time you even won a match was back at… Well it was back in June… That was like two supershows ago… What happened to the mighty Crystal Hilton. Whatever happened to the woman that preached about perfection. Who preached about being better than everyone else. What happened who looked in the mirror on her Snow White wicked queen ego trip, and thought herself to be the best wrestler in the land? You want to know where she went? She was nonexistent. You lost to Keira, you lost to her again, you lost to Candy Overton, and even had another title match against Melanie, and lost AGAIN… What happened… Four months without a win could really bruise that ego of yours.

Crystal just shakes it off as she offers that long sigh in return.

Crystal: So what! Who cares about what happened four months ago. The only thing that matters is that I won a match and I won when it mattered.

Zelda: Yeah that’s because you have someone like ME helping you out. It’s just like the old days Crystal. You follow my lead, you play the role of the suitcase and let me carry you to success. It seems to be a method that works so why should we change from that.

Crystal shrugs her shoulders as she starts raising the tone in her voice.

Crystal: I don’t know… MAYBE BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WITH ME WINNING… IT wasn’t you out there in that ring. It was me! All me! And I beat Mercedes Vargas. I earned my way to this next championship and….

Zelda just shakes her head as she taps her feet on the floor of the limo.

Zelda: I guess something is really wrong with you. It’s much worse than what I expected it to be. I just don’t understand why you can’t give credit where credit is due. Why can’t you see that I am totally your good luck charm. The moment I show up you no longer press the I suck button over and over again. You actually find your way into being relevant, and you actually win matches but the minute you forget about me. That’s when you fall into the trap of sucking again. That’s when you hit rock bottom and you talk yourself up for like 3 months preaching on how you are going to do this, and how you are going to do that, but in the end. You never live up to your expectations. You never come through in the clutch, and it’s a case of the same old, same old.

Crystal stares at Zelda Knite blankly. All she wanted to do was get rid of the Texan. Shoo her far away but the more she found herself escaping from her the more Zelda kept getting under her skin. The more she kept on reappearing, would be the more she just wouldn’t leave Crystal alone.

Crystal: I still don’t understand what impact you have had on my career. It just seems like you are stalking me.

Zelda: Stalking?! Stalking?! Marine Biology is very serious work. When a dolphin ate something bad who are they going to call to do some work on that poor animal?

Crystal: I don’t know… I don’t see too many dolphins getting treated so…

Zelda: Shut up! Unless you would prefer me to throw a DS stylus at you again. I am armed, dangerous, and I certainly know how to use it…

Zelda smiles evilly as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a nintendo ds stylus. She holds it upwards as she looks right at Crystal offering a wicked grin with it in hand. Crystal however moves to the other side of the limo as she tries to shield herself.

Crystal: I swear to God Z, if you hit me with that… I won’t be held accountable for what I will do to you in this limo. I guarantee you it’s not going to be pretty.

Zelda: Well considering the way that your face looks… You really shouldn’t get into any debate over what’s pretty, and what’s not..

Crystal: Right…

Crystal just slowly nods her head in agreement before she tries her best to change the subject.

Crystal: So did you like the way I finally won a match?

Zelda: You mean the way my GREAT and ENTHUSIASTIC coaching took you to the promised land?! Well of course I loved that… Listen to me kid… You follow what I say you will be World Champion in no time although if you are talking about what happened at Climax Control than no I didn’t like it.

Crystal: Why not?!

Zelda: Because it wasn’t anything special. You didn’t win that match. The only reason why you were able to come away with the victory is because Mikah bailed you out. You had that match lost. Vargas nailed you with her finisher and if it wasn’t for the referee being knocked out you would have been on the end of yet another lost. So if anything you need to be thinking Mikah because she basically screwed herself over by helping you win.

Crystal: Whatever?

Zelda: Why are you giving me a simple whatever now? Look Crystal… Now I am being completely honest with you and telling you the truth. Even though you don’t want to hear it Crystal it’s something that you need to hear.

Crystal: Why are you selling me short like I can’t do anything on my own!

Zelda offers a long sigh as she keeps her eyes locked on Crystal.

Zelda: It has nothing to do with that Crystal. I am only presenting you with nothing but the God honest truth. If you want to talk yourself than fine be my guest, but the reality of everything is you can gloat as much as you want too. The only reason why you are even relevant right now is because Mikah was her own undoing. You should have lost, and it’s something I saw. It’s something the commentators saw, and lord knows the fans certainly weren’t happy with it.

Zelda takes a long deep breath as she begins to speak again.

Zelda: I love you too death but you really need to look at things from outside of yourself. I am not talking about the facade that you love to put up. The one that showcases how untouchable she is. That she is God’s gift to Earth and nothing could bring her down. But the woman that I know that is on the inside. The woman I consider my best friend. Christina just listen to me… You know I wouldn’t hurt you. I am only giving you the truth and I hope you can understand that…

Zelda says with a sincere expression as she looks right at Crystal. Crystal just sighs in return as she takes it all in. She stares deeply back into the eyes of Zelda as she starts to nod her head in return but that’s when the reflection appears right in front of her.

Reflection: She’s supposed to be your best friend, and she chooses to overlook you like this?! By telling you that you aren’t good enough… Kick the Bitch out of your limo and just be done with her already. This isn’t the Zelda Knite show anymore. This is all about YOU… You are Crystal Hilton! The star! The woman who deserves the grand marquee! You don’t have time for a sideshow act and Every Man’s Fantasy long ran it’s course it’s time to move on…

Crystal looks as her reflection begins to ridicule her. In a rage Crystal takes her shoe off as she throws it at the other side of the car, and she can’t help but scream at the very top of her lungs.

Crystal: SHUT UP…. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!

Zelda watches Crystal have what looks like a panic attack as she quickly rushes to the other side of the limo. She takes a seat next to her and grabs her as she wraps her arms tightly around her.

Zelda: IT’S OKAY… IT’S OKAY… Just calm down I am right here Crystal nothing is going to get you!

Crystal continues to go into her rage until she realizes that the image is gone. She calms down as Zelda let’s go of her gently. Crystal turns her attention to the window as she sighs in return.

Crystal: I am so sorry about that… It’s just that… Well…

Zelda: It’s the voices again isn’t it?

Crystal can only nod her head gently before she looks back in the head of Zelda.

Crystal: ...Yeah… I don’t know what came over me but….

Zelda: We need to get you to the shrink and get that checked out… There’s definitely something not right about that, and the longer you keep going on like that… The longer you are going to tear yourself apart trying to figure it out. It’s one thing where it leads you to being confident about yourself but what I saw… That’s not really that healthy…

Crystal finally let’s up as she looks back at Zelda.

Crystal: You think they will figure out what’s wrong with me.

Zelda: I am sure they will…It’s nothing that a good shrink can’t fix or at least get to the bottom of it…

Zelda looks across from her and that is when Dr. Mario appears right before her eyes. Zelda smiles as she looks at him.

Zelda: You think a good doctor could fix my best friend?

The imaginary character looks back at Zelda as he nods his head in agreement.

Dr Mario: I think they will, and you know you can believe me… Because it’s A ME… MARIO!!!!!!!!!

Zelda looks back at Crystal as she smiles at her.

Zelda: Don’t worry Crystal once we get back to the states we will find you the best possible care that we can find, and we will sweep this problem right under the rug. You believe in me right?

Crystal slowly nods her head in agreement as she rubs her eyes together

Crystal: Of course I believe in you… You wouldn’t be my best friend if I didn’t but can I ask you a question Z?

Zelda: Of course you can ask me a question. What’s going on Christina?

Crystal: Who were you just talking to right now? I don’t see anyone sitting across from us.

Zelda thinks about it for a second as she smiles back at Crystal.

Zelda: Oh I was just speaking to Dr. M…. Nevermind that’s really not all that important. Let’s just keep it down… Let’s just keep our cool until we get back to the hotel.

Crystal: Well can I at least ask you another question?

Zelda: Sure… Fire away…

Crystal thinks about it as she shakes her head offering a wide grin in return.

Crystal: How did you get in my limo anyway? Color me curious…

Zelda: You don’t need to know about that at all… Only thing that should be on your mind is that I have my ways…

Crystal: Right…

Zelda and Crystal laugh at one another as the limo continues to head for the hotel.







From the Private Journal of Crystal Hilton
Mood: Excited
Title: LET’S GET IT
Off Camera

Hey Diary…

Yes I know if you could talk I know you would find a way to yell at me because I have seriously been avoiding you as of late. It’s nothing personal it’s just that sometimes it’s hard to put my thoughts onto paper, and actually writing them out seems like a scary thought because I have to be faced with them, and I could glance back at these pages. Acknowledging all of my shortcomings and trying to find a way to better myself.

I hate to be the one to admit this but I think Zelda Knite may have been the best thing to happen in my wrestling career lately. For the past two years I tried to run away from my past of being attached to her in the form of Every Man’s Fantasy. I tried to put that all behind me as I wanted to focus on doing it all on my own but these last four months have been nothing but tiresome.

Just when it seems I can build up some steam within myself something happens that causes me to take multiple steps backwards and at the end of the day I really am not getting anyway. I tried to tell myself that I was the better woman in Colombia but truth be told who am I fooling. The records will show that Mercedes Vargas did take a lost to me on that night. That I managed to get the win over her and I walked away with the big victory as I ended her streak, and broke myself out of this slump that I had been in.

But let’s be real here.

Who am I even fooling because the people were able to see right through me. Zelda was able to see right through it, and as much as I tried to talk myself up. As much as I try to wear that win around my shoulder. The reality of everything is that really isn’t the way I wanted to win at all.

I wanted to beat Vargas in the middle of the ring, and prove to the entire world that I am the best Latina in this company today. That youth and speed will triumph over age & experience on any day of the week, and at the end of it all. I am the much better woman. That Mercedes isn’t anything compared to me, but that’s not the case at all. Because Vargas had that match won.

She delivered the Black Rose Overdrive to me and had me down for the count. However with the referee being down there was no one to count the victory for her and that’s when Mikah came in and blindsided Vargas with the belt. She put me on top of Vargas shook the referee and as a result I was able to walk away as the winner.

I know I should take every win I get as a big one but in all honesty how am I supposed to really accept that win when it’s a win I wasn’t even conscious to remember. I only knew I won when the referee was waking me up and trying to raise my hands in the air. I may be a bitch by nature, and to many people on this roster I may be a cunt. I might say the things that people don’t like at times, and some of my actions may seriously be questioned by the rest of the roster.

But there is one thing I definitely don’t need whenever I step foot in that ring, and that’s the help of someone else. If I am going to lose then so be it I will lose in the middle of that ring, and if I am going to win a match. Hell I don’t mind bending every single rule in the Goddamn rulebook. In my eyes we are in a business where you have to do anything to win. Whether it be by hook or crook but at least I will win by the actions that I commit in the ring, not because someone had to simply bail me out of a situation.

I have never been about going down that path and as it currently stands I don’t want to get caught up in needing other people just to win matches.

As much as I might consider Mikah a friend it’s more so thanks but no thank you. I am Crystal Hilton and I should never be considered an upset. I shouldn’t have to be added to a match just because someone didn’t think straight when they were dealing with a situation.

I should be able to go down to that ring. Kick some ass and get to where I am in this business because I EARNED IT… Not having a handout when it isn’t needed.

I feel like Vargas deserved better than what she got. I know I might be quick to overlook her but I know damn well what she has been about. What she has ALWAYS been about. So soon as High Stakes hits I might as well take great use of this opportunity right? It’s been four years since I have ever been a World Champion of any kind and the thought of actually becoming one again is something I would die for in that ring.

Not to mention but I feel like the writing is certainly on the wall and this should be my match to win. After all we are going to San Juan Puerto Rico, and it feels like home to me. It was only a few years ago when I graced through the doors of this company as La Paloma. I wrestled as my masked alter ego. A Luchadora who hailed from San Juan. Who fought with the integrity of Latina pride and truly being that of a dove that wanted to soar above all.

I might as well give the people of San Juan the Crystal Hilton they deserve. My actions lately may have caused me to get booed in every other venue but there’s something special about San Juan. There’s something special about Puerto Rico…

Because it’s mis gente… It’s my people, and I have to make them proud.

Zelda wants me to stop by the shrink first to see what’s going on inside this head of mine. She’s hoping that they could find out what is causing the voices in my head to emerge and if there is a way I can hide them for the time being.

To be honest it was Zelda Knite who told me to open this thing up in the first place. She felt that by writing my true sincere feelings on paper. Whenever I find myself going through something I could come here and look at my true self. I could see what’s real and distinguish them from what the voices want me to do.

I trust Zelda a lot… She truly is like that of a little sister. So I can give it a try right?

She might be a bit quirky at times and Lord knows I hate it every time she threatens to hit me with that damn damn stylus. I swear if it catches you the wrong way it absolutely HURTS…

Anyway I feel like this was very therapeutic. I feel like this is helping me bring up some of the feelings that I have a hard time expressing at times. I will definitely come back and use this diary again.

It’s too good of an item to let it go to waste.

Anyway thank you for letting me grace you with my writing. I appreciate you just letting me share my most inner feelings with you. By the next time I write in this thing I hope things are better. I hope I have something positive to share with you. Something along the lines that the voices are finally gone or even better. I am your NEW SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION…

A girl can dream about it right? And as my former husband used to say… Dreams can indeed become a reality. You just have to put your mind to it…

Anyway I think I said enough and whatever happens I hope my rose will never wither away. I am the girl that refuses to go away. I will always blossom and nothing can stop me from achieving the things I wish to achieve…

Yours Truly
Crystal Hilton.















Off Camera
Los Angeles, California
Shrink’s Office

Crystal Hilton sat down in a comfortable chair as Zelda Knite was sitting down right beside her. Zelda couldn’t help but smirk as she was playing something on her nintendo ds. She kept smashing the buttons away. Pressing button after button as she got excited and made a lot of noise in the confines of that little office.

Zelda: That’s right suck it Pikachu! And I finally got my last gym badge… Who thinks they can beat me?! There is nobody in the world that can beat my team!

She jumps up excitedly as Crystal sighs in return as the rest of the people in the office just glance over in her direction.

Crystal: Nothing to see here… My best friend just got a little excited that’s all…

Crystal nudges Zelda as hard as she can with her elbow as she tries to get her attention.

Crystal: Zelda you are causing a scene. You promised that this would be all about me, and I think people are already going to get the wrong impression about me…

Zelda: I can’t help it if everyone that plays this game just sucks. I think I might retire though. It’s hard being at the top of the leaderboards and what not. Every online battle I had ends up with a win for me. Totes in the top 1 percent.

Crystal: Wow I didn’t realize you were that good at the game. How many wins do you have under you anywhere?

Zelda: One…

Crystal scratches her head as she looks back at Zelda just shaking her head in disgust.

Crystal: You are kidding me right?! You only won one match and you are gloating like you conquered over everything?!

Zelda: What of it?!

Crystal: That’s sounds stupid! It’s only one win… You can’t claim yourself to be the best at something when you only have one win to show for it!

Zelda smiles as wide as she possibly can as she looks right back into the eyes of Crystal.

Zelda: I don’t know why you are complaining though. That’s what you seem to do.

Crystal: And when have I EVER acted the way that you are acting right now?!

Zelda: A few days ago when you were celebrating your questionable win over Mercedes Vargas… OH LOOK AT ME I’M CRYSTAL HILTON. I’M PERFECT I AM AWESOME, AND I AM THE BEST BECAUSE I GET LUCKY IN ONE MATCH DESPITE…. DROPPING THE BALL IN THE FOUR MONTHS PRIOR TO THAT MATCH… But no worries… That doesn’t matter because I am Crystal Hilton… Let’s just imagine that it never even happened!

Zelda begins to mock Crystal to no end as she goes on and on, and Crystal just sits there as she offers a slow clap in return. She looks back at Zelda who can’t stop giggling.

Crystal: Touche…. Z…. Touche…..

Crystal can’t help but break out into a small smile as well, and as the two women are laughing at one another that is when the receptionist finally calls Crystal’s name.

Receptionist: Christina Hilton…. The doctor will see you now?

Crystal smiles as she rises out of the chair and she walks right over towards the receptionist. She turns around and glances back at Zelda.

Crystal: Aren’t you coming with me?!

Zelda: Nope…

Crystal: But you said you would have my back… You would come here with me…

Zelda: Yep… But I am not going through those doors. You never know when one of them might try to stick you with a needle.

Crystal: Z this is a psychiatrist I doubt they will be giving anyone a needle here!

Zelda however just shakes it off and Crystal doesn’t even bothering with her as she follows the assistant down the hallway and into an office. She sees the doctor sitting down on a chair and smiles as he points to the sofa.

Dr. Thomas: Hello Miss Hilton. I have been expecting you. Please have a seat on the sofa and we will get things underway. Can I get you a drink or anything?

Crystal: No can we just get to it… I rather not stay here longer than I have to…

Dr. Thomas: Well then…

The Doctor clears his throat as he pulls out a notepad and begins to flip to another page as he takes his pen out and begins to write.

Crystal: What the hell do you think you are doing?!

Crystal looks at the man as he begins to jot something down.

Dr. Thomas: Don’t worry about what I am doing. After all I am here to help you Miss Hilton… So let me just do my job… Now… If I may ask when did you start hearing these voices in your head?

The man stares at Crystal intently as he leans back in his chair just waiting patiently for Crystal to say something, but instead that is when the image appears in front of Crystal as she looks right into the eyes of Crystal and begins to speak to her.

Reflection: Is this guy for real?! Why should you sit here and tell him your life story?! You are much better than this. I love Z to death but she’s a hypocrite. How is she going to tell you that you have a problem, and she has your back when she won’t come into the room with you.

Crystal: I don’t know she just has a big fear of needles.

The doctor seems befuddled as he looks deeply into the eyes of Hilton.

Dr. Thomas: Who exactly are you talking to?!

Crystal looks back at the reflection as it looks back at her.

Reflection: Seriously Crystal you going take this nonsense from this guy. You don’t need a shrink… Everyone acts like I am bad for you but

Crystal: Zelda says you aren’t good for me…

The doctor continues to jot more notes on his pad as he seems fascinated with Crystal.

Crystal: There a reason you keep writing in that book of yours?

Dr. Thomas: Don’t worry about what I am doing Miss Hilton. Please just carry on…

Crystal shrugs her shoulders as she has no idea at what’s going on. The reflection however just looks back at Crystal as she seems disgusted by the doctor’s actions.

Reflection: You know what Crystal… I don’t like how things are going… I think I am going to take over from here.

Crystal just nods her head in agreement and that is when the reflection walks right into Crystal. The moment she does, Crystal finds herself getting off of the couch as she makes her way over to where the doctor is sitting. She snatches the notepad out of the man’s hands as she looks deep into the eyes of the doctor.

Crystal: Now what do we have here?!

Dr. Thomas: Give that back… That isn’t yours to take.

Crystal: No but I insist… I rather not have some overpaid piece of crap jotting down things about me that he doesn’t seem interested in sharing with me! Now let’s see what we have written here.

Crystal looks at the notepad and she seems disgusted as she sees the words certifiably insane written on the paper with the word schizophrenia circled in big bold letter. With other words leading to it such as “Unknown voices”. Crystal rips the pad in half as she throws it to the side, and decides to grab the man by the neck.

Crystal: So is that what you think of me Dr. Thomas?! You think I am not all there in the head?

Dr. Thomas: You need help Miss Hilton… Let me help you… You are an interesting case and I would like for you to start visiting me weekly, and…

Crystal however doesn’t go for that as she instead pushes the man out of the chair as she hovers over him. She clenches a fist as an evil grin escapes from her lips.

Crystal: I don’t think I will be visiting you anymore. This was NEVER about me was it. You just want to make money off of me. An endless loop of me HAVING to go to you in order to get help but at the end of the day. I will never get better. Your account will just get my endless money and nothing will change. Let me HELP you doctor I insist.

Hilton clenches a fist and that is when he begins to yell out the word.

Dr. Thomas: SECURITY!!!!!!!!

The moment he does that is when a couple of orderlies come into the room. They grab Crystal as they pull her away.

Crystal: Get your damn hands off of me! Let me go!!!!!!!!!!! Zelda!!!!!!!!!

The doctor slowly rises up from the chair as he looks deeply into the eyes of Crystal.

Dr. Thomas: I assure you Miss Hilton.. You will want my help… I only want to help you. Feel free to come back if the voices keep bothering you…

Moments later.

Zelda walks into a room and she sees that Crystal is in a straightjacket. Zelda offers a sigh as she enters and the orderlies begin to take it off of Crystal. She offers a long sigh as Zelda shakes her head in disgust.

Zelda: You ok Crystal?

Crystal: Does it look like I am ok?!

Zelda: What the hell happened!

Crystal offers a long sigh as she looks back into the eyes of her best friend seeming almost disgusted as she tries to raise a hand to one of the orderlies.

Crystal: Get your damn hands off of me, and don’t you ever touch me again if you know what’s good for you. Z… Let’s just get out of here… I rather not have to deal with being here anymore. I definitely won’t be coming here anymore.

Zelda nods her head in agreement as she walks Crystal out of the room, and the two of them head for the car. Crystal enters into the passenger’s side of the vehicle as Zelda gets into the driver’s seat. She looks over to Crystal and just sighs in return.

Zelda: You can be honest with me Crystal… What happened in there?!

Crystal looks back at Zelda as she shrugs her shoulders.

Crystal: He tried to say that I had schizophrenia… I don’t know… The symptoms do tend to make sense. The voices among everything else but I don’t want to be someone who is stuck on antipsychotics… I would like to think that I am a sane person not someone who desperately needs help.

Zelda: It’s whatever Crystal I am not going to judge you if you have to get treatment or not, and I know it might suck to do but your voices are causing your demise. It’s changing your very identity to the point it’s changing you. There’s nothing wrong with medicine. You know it’s only there to help you in the long run right?

Crystal slowly nods her head in agreement as she glances back at her best friend.

Crystal: I know

Zelda: So what are you afraid of then? You have nothing to be ashamed of and remember I will be right there by your side so if anything ever arises you know I got your back.

Crystal: Right….

Crystal says in a drawn out manner.

Zelda: What’s your problem?!

Crystal: Oh I don’t know you say you have my back yet you didn’t even want to go into the room with me… Sounds like you say one thing one minute, and yet the next… That really isn’t the case at all.

Zelda: What of it?!

Crystal: Not that crap again… Can’t you just say YES Crystal… You are right I apologize for not living up to my word.

Zelda: You know I can’t do that…

Crystal: And why is that?!

Crystal says with a concerned expression on her lips.

Zelda: Because you are a goomba… And you can’t trust them

Crystal: Whatever Z…

Zelda: Did you say something noob?!

Crystal nods her head passionately as she looks directly into the eyes of Zelda.

Crystal: Yeah I just said that…

With that in mind Zelda grins as she pulls out a stylus and she flings it as hard as she can right against the head of Hilton. Crystal grabs at her head in pain as Zelda can’t help but laugh in return.

Zelda: That’s what you get for talking back to me. Now let’s get out of here. Time to go to Puerto Rico!!!!!!!! Crystal hometown 233….

Crystal: …

Crystal just gives her a death stare as Zelda hits the gas and leaves the parking lot.









On Camera

The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to a sight of Crystal Hilton standing in front of the baseball stadium. She gazes at it as she paces around back and forth. There are no Hollywood cameras surrounding her like usual. No signs of glitz or glamour. The only thing we get is Crystal Hilton clad in her street clothes. Her red hair drapes down the course of her back. The camera zooms in on her face and she takes a long deep breath as she begins to speak.

Crystal: Hello SCW… It’s funny how we find ourselves into certain situations right? Here I am in the middle of San Juan, Puerto Rico… And it’s a city that I am very familiar with as it’s the city where my father is buried. It’s the city where my grandmother lives, and more important than that. It’s a city that I am proud to call home. Of course I was born in Detroit Michigan, but it doesn’t take much that I am proud of my heritage. I am proud of where I come from, and while I have been on television doing I can to look down on other people. This city deserves a woman to stand up for them. They deserve someone to take a stand and to bring a championship to where it belong. And I am going to do everything in my power to ensure that girl is me.

Crystal nods her head in agreement as she continues to speak.

Crystal: Last week I took the fight to Vargas… Well I did everything that I could do but truth be told she was able to pull ahead at the end of the day. She rightfully should have won the match but here comes Mikah sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Here she comes planting the title proudly across the face of Vargas. Dragging me on top so that I could pick up the win. As much as I appreciate it… Thanks but no thanks. I don’t need you to get by Mikah. I can do bad all by myself I don’t need you to stick your nose in the middle of my affairs. For the most part you and I tend to get along really well. I have never had an issue with you…

Crystal smiles wider than before as she keeps her eyes locked on the camera.

Crystal: That is until now… Don’t take what’s going to come personally. After all you are the one that decided to get involved in the match and as a result your little match with Mercedes has now officially become a triple threat match. You do understand the harsh reality of what that means right? Sure you might be the best. The greatest thing to ever step foot through the doors of this company the stakes don’t get any higher than what they are at High Stakes V. Because now the so called best in the very business can lose everything she ever gained, and not even be pinned as a result.

Crystal begins to rub her hands together as she showcases her pearly white brights.

Crystal: What that means is if for some reason I manage to beat Vargas which I already showed I could do thanks to you… I would be crowned the SCW World Bombshell token and as Vargas showed before the referee was taken out. Before you entered the ring to try to shift things in your favour. Mercedes had me beaten and she had the match won against me. That just showcases she can beat me, and you don’t realize it but Vargas and I have been fighting all over the world for the past 5 years. That’s five years of trading titles of kicking each other’s ass and proving on a consistent basis that we have what it takes to beat the other.

I know you can sit there and preach how great you are but one doesn’t need to be so great in a triple threat match. You just have to be in the right place at the right time. In order words this entire match is going to come down to the concept of luck, and who is going to be the luckiest as soon as the bell rings. Now you have a chance to win. Don’t get me wrong… You have a 33.333 chance of winning the same as the rest of us.What are you going to do if you find yourself singled out of this match?!

Crystal raises an eyebrow as she nods her head in agreement.

Crystal: What are you going to do Vargas and I keep you out of this match entirely? Is it going to eat away at your soul? Is it going to annoy you to no end? Because if you didn’t realize it by now… That’s entirely the point I am trying to make. Vargas and I have unfinished business from Colombia. Business that we couldn’t take care of because you had to act like a dumb cunt. I thought we were friends Mikah I honestly thought we were. After all you mentioned on Twitter the other day that I was one of the two people on this roster that really understands who you are as a person. But the thing is do you UNDERSTAND who I am?!

Crystal shakes her head as she begins to speak some more.

Crystal: I don’t know where you get off like I am some subpar wrestler. Like I am not worthy of being where I am. You are honestly a travesty as the frontrunner for all of bombshell wrestling in this company. Whenever you see another bombshells match on the card, and asked which one looks good. It’s only the same thing. You don’t care because they simply aren’t worth your time. Really is that how you feel about the other women on the roster?! You should care because these are the same women that will one day rise up to challenge you for what you HAVE… They are the same women who bust their asses going from nothing into something. For about what will be five months now you have held that championship and I will be the one to finally put that title reign of yours to an end.

Can I be a cunt?! Hell yeah… I am not afraid to admit that I am a bitch. You can ask anyone I associate with that I am a bitch inside the ring. Outside I might be quirky I might come off as a nerd as a fun loveable person but the moment that bell rings. I do whatever it takes to get the job done. I don’t care who I have to stab in the back as long as I am standing in the spotlight that’s all that really matters to me in the end.

Crystal takes a long deep breath as she continues to speak.

Crystal: Now to be blunt. I know I might not be a threat on paper. After all I was the girl who was too afraid to even showcase her own identity in this company. I came out in a mask to make my father happy. I wore the La Paloma masked and I played it conservative. I got my ass handed to me by the likes of Natalie. I got beat over and over again by Natalie, Jessie Salco, and many others but it didn’t phase me because I kept on busting my ass. One day I had my breakthrough and the same very woman who I had never beaten before. I managed to beat her when it counts. I beat McKinley and I took that Roulette Championship right away from her, but in a weird turn of events it seems like the Roulette wheel turned in a way that even I didn’t expect when Keira decide to cash in on me.

I bitched about it for months. Yeah I even complained but guess what I took my lickings and she did beat me straight up. Is there still parts of me that wants to fight Keira again despite never beating her in my entire career? You damn right because I believe in my own hype and I know that whenever the bell rings. It’s a new match. It’s a fresh start and what happened in the previous encounter doesn’t mean a thing. So yeah my win lost record in this company hasn’t been the best. Hell defending against Candy Overton is the last major win I had here… OH but I did beat Alexis Edwards after that too, but you know what’s funny about her since we are on that topic?

Crystal has an arrogant expression on her lips as she continues to speak.

Crystal: It’s the fact that Alexis said she would wish me luck but I really don’t have a chance. Funny considering I BEAT HER BEFORE… But let’s overlook any of that. I can be a credible wrestler when I want to be and you on the other hand Mikah. You have showed that you do have a weakness. It wasn’t that long ago when Roxi made your ass tap out in the middle of the ring right? Yeah that’s exactly what I thought. On any given day anybody can beat anyone. Now compared to the both of you. I might not have the stellar accolades or amazing record. Vargas being a multiple time champion in this company with a decent record, and you Mikah being able to actually win the big one. But I do know that when push comes to shove I have what it takes to compete with the big dogs. I have what it takes to be in the same damn conversation, and it’s getting sickening watching people treat me like me winning a match is an automatic upset. Like I am nothing.

I am absolutely frustrated with the way my career is going. Four years ago I was a top tier champion. The name Crystal Hilton was something to be feared. It was famous and now it seems that’s all it is now. That the legacy attached behind the name has simply faded away, and it’s only brought up in old tapes. In old conversations and things like that. Well four years without a world championship makes me more dangerous than anybody else in this match. Because I feel like I have the absolute most the prove. I am the one wrestling with a chip on my shoulder, and I won’t rest until I am able to shut the critics up. I am not a washed up has been! I am not a thing of the past. I am the present and I certainly can be the future. I just need the chance to showcase so, and Mikah you were foolish enough to give me this chance.

Crystal begins to laugh hysterically as she begins to speak some more.

Crystal: Just remember when my hand is being raised as the new SCW Bombshell Champion Mikah… In all honesty it’s all on you. As far as you go Vargas. For us this is business as usual and in little more than a week we get to fight in San Juan Puerto Rico. We get to fight in Crystal country where my people will be filling up the stands to watch me wrestle. You remember how you felt when you got to compete in Buenos Aires Argentina? Do you remember how exciting that was? Well how do you think I am going to feel when I win a World Championship in my own city?

This past year has been a hectic one. It’s been one of many trials. It certainly has had it’s fill of tribulations. I had to bury my own father and he isn’t buried that far away from where we are about to wrestle. I feel like he is going to be right there watching me as his little girl goes on to become World Bombshell Champion. I feel like the odds are stacked against me but in all honesty I kind of like it that way. It means that this upcoming win will be much more worthwhile. No matter how much I get stomped on. No matter how much I get walked on. Nothing will ever stop this rose from blossoming. This is the rose that refuses to wither away. I am Crystal Hilton, and remember that perfection simply doesn’t fail… Or you could call me your future champion. Take your pick it really doesn’t matter. I will see you both in the ring.

Crystal cracks a wide grin and it’s on this image that we fade out on.

[Mercedes Vargas]

 In this triple threat, strangely, we all share something in common. Crystal defeated Alexis Edwards, so did I. Mikah beat Raynin not once, but twice. Again, something that I've also done. Other than that, I really should be on the defensive because both Mikah and Crystal hold pinfall victories over me – funny how both of those matches ended due to intefeence. I'm not going to lie and say the outcome at Climax Control didn't piss me off, because it did. I had that match won, I had Crystal beat after I hit the Black Rose Overdrive – nobody gets up from that. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Don't think I don't know this is a huge match, maybe the biggest match of my life, a shot at the SCW World Bombshell Championship. Strangely, I've been in this position before, and yet I let it slip right through my fingers. Not this time. This time it's different. This time I won't have the Mean Girls with me, or have Delia watching my back. This time I won't be facing Vixen and letting a referee miscue cost me a title that should be mine. High Stakes is right. Quite frankly I have nothing to wager and I don't have anything to lose, but the same can't be said for Mikah. She's already suffered her first official loss in SCW.

High Stakes may see her suffer her second defeat in six weeks.

And you know, maybe Christian was right. Mikah at least had a fifty percent chance of walking out still champion. Now? Her chances lowered even more. She really has no one to blame but herself for this.

I can feel the winds of change coming. I know the fans can feel it. And whether they want to admit it or not, Mikah Stephens and Crystal Hilton  can feel it too.

Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not afraid of competition, I welcome it.

Nobody said it would be easy, but it will be worth it.

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[A M E N | B R E A K, P A R T VI]
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TELEVISA SAN ÁNGEL &nbsp;&nbsp;
MEXICO CITY, MEXICO
♦ ♦ ♦
1:35 PM | T U E S D A Y

MOVIE STUDIO.


 
Mercedes:
¡Ahora, mírame a los ojos y dime que no es verdad!
(Now look in my eyes and tell me the truth!)

Hugo: What? I'm not lying! Why would you even think that, Victoria?

Mercedes:
¿En serio? ¿En serio? ¿Como pudiste, Pedro? ¿Cómo pudiste mentirme en algo como eso? No, ¿Por qué mentirías en algo como eso?
(Really? Really? How could you, Pedro? How could you lie about something like that? No, why would you lie about something like that?)

Hugo: You're crazy!

Mercedes: And maybe I am! Oh, don't play innocent with me! Coming home later and later, the smell of perfume! Lipstick stains on your shirt collar! I hardly ever see you! Did you think I wouldn't find out?

[Mercedes breaks down crying.]

Mercedes:
A pesar de todo lo que he hecho por ti, ¿Cómo puedes mentirme? ¡¿No tienes vergüenza, ni decoro?!
(And after everything I've done for you, how could you lie to me? Have you no shame, no decency?!)

Hugo: Can I help it if I'm stuck dealing with people on a daily basis? I'm the chairman of the company for chrissikes! Where is all this coming from? I work and I come home, that's all. I'm not cheating on you.

[Hugo rakes his fingers through his hair. How many times had they had this conversation? Four, five times a week? And always, she swore it would be the last. Soon, he would no longer believe her.]

Mercedes: ¡Vete al infierno!
(Go to hell!)

[Mercedes turns away but Hugo jerks her head back towards him.]

Hugo: I don’t know what I can do to make you believe me. Would I lie to you?

Mercedes: I'm not upset that you lied to me.

[She pauses, shaking her head. She backs away from him.]

Mercedes: I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

[There's a momentary pause between them before the scene ends and the lighting comes back on.]

Ricardo applauds from his director's chair as Mercedes and Hugo smile at him.

Director: Alright, cut and print. Way to go, guys. (to the rest of the film crew and extras) Alright, folks, you're free to go. We're back filming in two weeks!

[Mercedes walk up to Ricardo, a smile on her face.]

Mercedes: Two weeks off? You're getting soft in your old age.

Director: Don't you have some far off jungle to get lost in?

Mercedes: No, but I think I'll be enjoying these next two weeks. Walk with me?

[Ricardo and Mercedes walk and talk.]

Director: So where to this time, Istanbul, the Bermuda Triangle, space the final frontier?

Mercedes:  Well, when you put it that way, Puerto Rico sounds like band camp.

Director: Puerto Rico, huh? Isn't that nice. Wait, this wouldn't have to do with another wrestling match, does it? We can't afford an injury to our most prized investment.

Mercedes:  I'm a human being, damn it. My life has value!

[Tomas joins in and follows them.]

Tomas: Ricardo.

Director: Tomas.

Tomas: Mercedes.

Mercedes: Tomas.

Tomas: What are we talking about?

Mercedes: Two week vacations? I think you'll enjoy that.

Director: As if you can top movie trivia or an expense paid trip to Puerto Rico..

Tomas: Seriously? I'm going to Puerto Rico?

Director: Do I look like I'm made of money? (pointing towards Mercedes) I'm talking about Carmen Sandiego.

Tomas: Really. Man, I would have really love to come. Last time I went there, I never wanted to leave.

Mercedes: Did you have a good time?

Director: Well, it was cut short. Had to come back at the weekend to work.

Mercedes: Aw, that's too bad.

Tomas: So, uh, how was Colombia?

Mercedes: Went better than I expected. Shakira was actually there performing the Colombian national anthem. And I also brought some cocaine.

[Tomas eyes go wide.]

Director: Isn't that illegal? How did you get through security?

Mercedes:  I'm a woman of many talents. Would you like to see my stash?

Tomas: Uh, I think I'll pass.

[Tomas runs off, leaving Mercedes and Ricardo alone.]

Director: I'm seriously worried you're going to drive him crazy one day.

Mercedes: Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

[Ricardo watches Mercedes walks off, his eyes never leaving her backside. After she rounds the corner and leaves through the entrance he looks up in the ceiling, then turns around to walk back to the length of the set.]

~ ~ ~

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8 DAYS UNTIL HIGH STAKES V  &nbsp;&nbsp;
MEXICO CITY, MEXICO
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11:35 AM MEXICO TIME | SA T U R D A Y
10.10.15

[REC•]

[Enjoying the sunshine on this beautiful day in Mexico City, our scene opens on Mercedes, a sour expression on her face as the camera person gives a signal for her cue.]

Mercedes: Let's cut to the chase, shall we? Mikah, I thought we were cool, I thought we were friends, but, uh, as it turns out, that's no longer the case after you did what you did at Climax Control and, um, maybe to the casual wrestling fan, they're wondering to themselves, “why, Mikah, why”, but we all know WHY you cost me my match with Crystal Hilton in Colombia. You did it for your BFF, didn't you? You couldn't stand it when I embarrassed Alexis Edwards in my hometown and finally put her in her place. Well, you know what? I think it's going to be doubly for me when I embarrass YOU and put you in your place at High Stakes.

You're like a cold sore, Mikah. You simply won't go away. Backstage, in-ring, hording Christian and Mark's office. Boy, you get around don't you? Maybe that's wasn't the way I intended it, but, you do get around. Christian pretty miuch summed it up quite nicely. You really did this to yourself. You've made your bed, and you're going to lie in it. No, reading that bedtime story to your little one isn't going to make it better. Having pillow talk with Gavin won't ease your troubled mind the night before the event. And on the night of that event, come bell time, you're going to find yourself between rock and a hard place.

Remember that time you had that funeral service? Funny thing about that is, you'll have to be pretty lucky for that to happen, and luck hasn't been on your side yet. No longer do you have to worry about me and the Mean Girls, that group is done. Amanda Cortez pulled a “Liz Smalls” about being injured when she really bolted to another company and Veronica has been keeping her head above water. And Delia has quietly went into sabbatical. What you should be worried about is that since I've returned to singles competition, I've been on a roll, and one fluke loss to Crystal Hilton – because that's EXACTLY what it was, no thanks to you – isn't going to stop this momentum. I'm back in singles competition, and I'm coming for you.

After Sunday, you can shot, shot, shot, your way to the local area bar to drown your sorrows in, and Alexis can join you. But you go ahead. Tell us why we're in the co-main event is because you're in it, or that we're the ones who need the exposure. Because the truth is, the day is here, the time has come, the end is near and your number is up.

And this time, when you LOSE the World Bombshell Championship, that's going to be one loss you won't be able to crawl to Mark Ward and try to reverse the decision.

On one side is The Rose Goddess Crystal Hilton and on the other side is the Argentine Assassin, Mercedes Vargas. No matter how you add it up, pumpkin, it all equals to you having a long night in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

[Mercedes now turns to her second opponent in Crystal Hilton.]

Mercedes: Correct me if I'm wrong, Crystal, but didn't you ALREADY have a title shot not too long ago? Yeah, I think you did. Against Melanie for her title, and you lost. I've been with SCW for over two years, and I've only got one shot at the World Bombshells Championship, and that's when Vixen held it. That match was well over a year ago back in August 2014.

I don't need someone who hids behind a mask for her first three matches, lost her first four matches, let alone has won just seven matches out of twenty to tell me that I don't know how to be a champion. Crystal, you should know more than anyone that when I'm motivated, I can be your worse nightmare.

Two years ago at High Stakes III, I won my first SCW championship when I became Bombshell Roulette Champion when I pinned the champion in a triple threat, last year at High Stakes IV, I retained my title for thee third time in six weeks when I defeated Zuri Chastain and walked out the winner in a Three Stages of Hell match, and this year at High Stakes V I'm taking my place in the history books when I become the next SCW World Bombshell Champion and Triple Crown Champion and there is nothing or nobody that is going to stand in my way. Don't believe me? Well, Crystal, I'm going to make that crystal clear for you when you enter the ring at High Stakes. Mikah was there to save you from certain defeat, but I doubt anyone is going to care about what I do to you in the triple threat.

If there is anyone who is going to put a stop to Mikah's title reign, SCW management found the right one. If there is one Bombshell Mikah thinks she can intimidate, she found the wrong one, and if there is one Latina who is going to be the new champion, they have the best one – me. Mercedes Vargas.

Mikah, despite being this being your fifth supershow,  your friendship with “Marky-Mark” won't save you this time. I will be the last one standing with my hand raised in victory.

Brace yourselves...some people are going to be losing their smile at High Stakes.

[Fade.]

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is now over. All RPs posted from here on in will count towards week two.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 10/16/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 10/17/2015

[Mikah]

 
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”The Chess Game.”
Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico
Days until Showtime:7
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It was taking forever to get everything set up but in the end, Mikah knew that it would be worth it.  But the bad thing was, she had to stand in one spot as the backstage workers did as she had instructed them to do.  She was wearing her usual ring attire, having chosen white for the occasion.  She sighs as they splash things around her and apply some of the stuff to her body and onto her championship before nodding their heads at her and the lights dim down, showing nothing but Mikah's face as the cameraman got into position to start filming.

;;Mikah  â€œAre we ready, yet?”

The irritation had set in, she wanted to get this done and over with but she had a long time before it would be over.  She looks at the cameraman who nods his head as he presses a button.

;;Mikah  â€œSunday is approaching us. . .”

The room slowly began to light up, showing the room covered in what appeared to be blood.  Mikah was covered in it and had slashes of it on her arms, legs, torso, and on her attire.

;;Mikah  â€œDoes this look familiar.  At all?”

She slowly tilts her head to the side before smirking at the camera as her hair falls to the side.

;;Mikah  â€œIf you had paid attention to the early stages of my career here in SCW...you would know that this, this was what my first promo looked like.  My first match ever with the company was against that trollop known as Cindy Warren.  Who only cares about SCW when it's her idea.  But this is not what relevance that this has to my match this Sunday.  My match that my opponents don't even deserve to be in, if you ask me.  But of course, does anybody ever ask me anything?  Nope.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders as she stands still, careful not to walk through the “blood.”  She looks around the room, to see the blood splattered on the walls as well as the ceilings as if it had gotten everywhere.  Almost as if she had really killed somebody.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, all this blood represents my past challengers for MY championship.  The challengers that FAILED to get the job done.  And Mercedes and Crystal?  Your blood is in here too because I am not going to let either of you win and take MY championship away from me.  Let's start with you, Mercedes.  Wait—no, I started with you the last time didn't I?”

She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue before adjusting her championship on her shoulder a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œCrystal, Crystal, Crystal.   You seriously think that I don't consider you a threat?  Or a bombshell with talent?”

She presses her lips together before sighing and running her fingers through her straight, blonde locks.

;;Mikah  â€œI never once said that you weren't talented.  I did however say that you weren't WORTHY of getting a shot at MY championship.  And that, that is true.  And I get it, Crystal, I really do.  You're mad that I interfered in your little match against Mercedes two weeks ago and I understand but that bitch had it coming to her.  It had absolutely nothing to do with you at all.  She walks around here like her shit don't stink and she has the audacity to stick her nose into my business at every turn on Twitter.  But that has nothing to do with you.  Do I think that you couldn't have beat Mercedes on our own?  Of course not.  I knew that you could beat her on your own, it's not like you're Veronica Taylor or Candy Overton.  Come on now, don't be throwing shade at me because I had business to take care of with Mercedes.  Plus, I was only doing what I was told.  But let's get back to the point, shall we?  You realistically did NOT earn your shot at my championship.  And Christian Underwood can continue to say that it's my fault that you were added to this match but he's such a fucking liar that it's ridiculous.”

Just the sound of Christian's name had a sour look on Mikah's face as she stopped talking for a moment.  She turned her nose up a bit at mentioning Christian's name.

;;Mikah  â€œHe was looking for a reason to add another person into my match, making it be a triple threat match.  He wants to stack the deck against me in anyway that he possibly can.  So basically, Crystal you are just a pawn in Christian's eyes.  He really wants Mercedes to win the championship because he can control her and manipulate her to do whatever he wants.  So, technically you're not even a real opponent in this match.  He put you in this match to spite me.  And that—that is not right.  Shouldn't you be treated as a real competitor?!  I would think so.  You're a much better competitor than Mercedes and you've proven that, haven't you?  It's not your fault that Christian has it out for me, it's really not.  You can listen to his pleas that it's my fault that my match has been turned into a triple threat match but it's just a ploy to try to get you to believe his lies because that's all he does.  He lies.”

She nods her head in response to her own words.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see Crystal.  You are a real competitor and you deserve something much better than what he's doing to you.  If you want to be angry, then that's fine.  Be angry but you should place your anger on the correct person here.  I am not to blame for Christian's misuse of your talent.  But still, even if I do respect your talent that doesn't mean that I'm not going to stop from smashing your pretty face into the canvas come Sunday.  It's obviously nothing personal because it's my job.  And I have to do what I have to do to keep my championship.”

She shrugs her shoulders a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI'd say sorry but that's not my style.  So, let's move on shall we?”

She takes a deep breath before leaning back on her heels before moving down to sit criss-cross style in the blood.  She adjusts her championship once more before looking at the camera with a sinister look on her face.

;;Mikah  â€œMercedes, what's going to happen when I smash your face into the canvas repetitively just because I think you're fucking annoying as fuck?  And since when were we friends!?  Were you dropped on your head recently or something?  Did you not get enough air to your brain in the recent weeks because I don't recollect us EVER being friendly with one another.  Are you talking about that one time ALMOST a year ago where we teamed with Desiree against Melody Grace, Misty, and I forget the other replaceable woman?  Because if so, you need to readjust your thinking because we were NEVER friends.”

Mikah turns her nose up in disgust before flipping her hair away from her shoulder with one hand.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you want to know why we were NEVER friends!?  Because you aren't a real wrestler.  Sure, while you may have some talent in that body of yours, you don't have what it takes to even lace up my boots.  You are just a smarter version of Veronica Taylor.  Thankfully you know how to speak and you actually AREN'T as annoying as she is when it comes to many things.  But let's not compare you to your former stablemate, shall we?  Because that will only make you look better than you really are.”

She lets another laugh roll off of her tongue before taking a deep breath

;;Mikah  â€œYou want to call me a cold sore?  Go ahead, Mercedes.  But I'm the Bombshell Champion and I'm not going to go anywhere.  Even if I lose my championship because I will get a rematch and I will get it back.  But do you want to know why I'm not going to let that happen, Mercedes?  Because I'm tired of everybody just dropping their championships like they don't matter.  Like they're interchangeable and that they'll just magically get them back.  And I'm just a way better competitor than you are.  You may not see it or agree with it but these past five months have proved just that.  And there's nothing you can say to take away from that.  I've been the most dominant champion in the company.  Just go back and look at the champion history page on SCW dot net.  I'm the ONLY champion that has held their belt for five months.  Goth and Despayre are the other two that have held it longer than a month but still, my championship reign is better than theirs is.”

She pauses for a moment.

;;Mikah  â€œOf course, that is not a shot at Despayre or Goth at all; that is me pointing out the facts.  You like facts, right Mercedes?  I mean, you are the one that does a lot of that promotional work for SCW, right?  So you know your shit.  Fact: I've beaten every challenger that has stepped up to the plate and gone one-on-one with me.  Fact: I haven't lost a singles match since May.  Fact: I've been dominant since May.  Fact: you have been on a slight roll.  But I will be changing that little fact rather soon.  I'm curious though.  How are you going to react to a loss to me?  Hm?  How's that going to work out for you.  I'm sure you already have photoshoots and interviews lined up after the show because I know that you're just so sure that you are going to take this away from me.  But news fa-lash.”

She pauses to scowl at the camera, the scowl made for Mercedes Vargas.

;;Mikah   “Your hopes and dreams are about to shatter into shards of disappointment.  I am not going to be relying on Marky Mark to save me because I don't need saved.  I don't need him to help me retain my championship.  Since when have I had help in retaining this championship?  NEVER.  I have not once retained this championship by cheating to keep it.  So if you think I'm going to try to win by cheating, you are sadly mistaken.”

She smirks again before standing up and looking around at the blood that was splashed around her.

;;Mikah  â€œI am however looking forward to both you and Crystal being disappointed come Sunday.  I'm looking forward to seeing the disappointment written on your face.  But that's how it's going to end up, girls.  I'm not going to apologize because neither of you earned a shot.  No matter what Christian Underwood says.  He can place the blame on me for this match being a triple threat all he wants.  He can make excuses as to why Mercedes got a championship opportunity but the truth is that he wants somebody to be able to upset me and to take this championship away from me because he can't stand the fact that I don't like him.  I think it's quite hilarious that neither of you see that you two are just pawns in this game of chess that Christian and I are playing.”

She laughs a little before shaking her head to herself.

;;Mikah  â€œHe doesn't think either of you are really worth anything other than just pawns in this little game we have going.  He's not going to admit that, of course because why would he do that?  Why would he admit that he doesn't want me to be champion?  I'm sure you've both seen the tweets that he's sent out, claiming that he can't deny that I've been a kick ass champion or whatever words he uses.  Those are just decoys, wanting to throw people off of his plan.  And what is his plan?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œWho knows.  It's Christian Underwood.  Nobody knows what he's planning or what he's thinking for that matter.  He's a complex individual that nobody understands.  I'm sure that Mercedes has cooked something up with him, so watch your back Crystal.  Mercedes may act like she's a stand up woman but she's not.  Remember she was a valuable member to the Mean Girls.  And she may want everybody to believe that she's changed for the better but I don't believe that act for a minute.  And neither should you.”

She looks down at her arm where a smear of blood was and takes her index finger and wipes some of it off and then plops her finger into her mouth, sucking the blood off of her finger.

;;Mikah  â€œI'd love to stay here and talk a little more about how I'm going to destroy you both on Sunday but I have to go shower to go do something worthwhile.”

She winks at the camera before walking to the door to leave the room before looking over her shoulder, letting the camera get a good view of her butt.

;;Mikah  â€œLater.”

”Right on Track.”
Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Days until Showtime:6
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A groan escapes her lips as she pulls herself out of her bed to open the door to her hotel suite.  She didn't know who would be knocking at her door at such an early hour.  Especially when she had spent most of the night getting trashed with Alexis.  She growls in irritation as the knocking just gets louder.  She jerks the door open and glares at the person standing on the other side.  The glare doesn't even soften when she sees her older brother, Mitchell standing there.

;;Mikah  â€œThe fuck do you want?  It's not even 10 am.”

He just laughs before inviting himself into the hotel suite.  She raises an eyebrow before shutting the door and following him into the living room where he sits on the couch.  She looks at him before looking down to see she was only wearing her Team Hot Stuff tee.  She had no bra underneath and just a pair of panties that the shirt thankfully covered because she loved to sleep in over-sized tees and often bought them that way.

σσMitchell  â€œNice to see you too, sister.”

She scowls at him before sitting down beside him on the couch, leaving a cushion's space between them.

;;Mikah  â€œIs there a reason you're here?  I was enjoying sleeping for once.  I didn't have a husband bothering me and I didn't have a pain-in-the-ass boss calling me and pestering me about some autograph signing either.  So tell me what you want so I can go sleep again.”

He chuckles before ruffling her hair like an older brother would and she scowls at him.  They weren't close enough for him to do that.  Their relationship had been mended a bit and they got along now but she still didn't trust him too much.

σσMitchell  â€œI heard that you had an important match here in San Juan and I thought it was important if you had some family here to support you.  And no, mom and dad aren't here before you ask.”

She can't help but chuckle, loving the fact that he actually remembered her disdain for their parents.  She relaxes a bit before looking at him.  She eyes him up, trying to decide how to take him or what to say to him.  They'd only met sporadically over the past few months.  With her traveling with SCW and doing promotional things for the company, there was only so much that she could do.  Hell, she barely even had time for her own husband, let alone her brother.

;;Mikah  â€œOh.   Is your wife and children here too?”

She looks at him and watches as he nods his head.

σσMitchell  â€œYes, but I left them in our hotel room; I know how family overwhelms you.  Plus, you're not exactly dressed appropriately to be seen by my innocent children.”

She flips him off, not even caring about the fact that he was her brother and it was probably inappropriate for him to see her in just a t-shirt.

;;Mikah  â€œMy hotel room.  I can wear whatever I want to.  You don't like it, you can leave buster.”

She makes a face.  She had never pictured herself to be the type to say buster, let alone to her own brother.  She relaxes just a bit more again.  She was becoming comfortable around her brother and it wasn't a horrible feeling either.

;;Mikah  â€œCan you tell me something?  I've been having memories of what I was like in high school come back to me out of nowhere.  And I vividly remember a fight you and I got into because I . . .fucked your best friend in your bed.”

She pauses as she sees the pained look come across his face as they were both taken back to an earlier time.

>>>>>>>>>>F L A S H B A C K<<<<<<<<<<

It had been a long weekend.  Mitchell had been off at some college visit and Mikah had been left to her own devices.  Her parents and twin sister had gone up to the family cabin to do some swimming and fishing and who knows what else.  She hadn't expected Mitchell to come home early.  And she hadn't expected him to walk in on her and his best friend, Kyler having sex.  In his bed.

σσMitchell  â€œWhat the hell is wrong with you, Mikah?!”

He had already kicked Kyler out and was now literally yelling at his baby sister.

;;Mikah  â€œNothing is wrong with me, Mitchell!”

σσMitchell  â€œI just caught you fucking Kyler in MY bed and you're claiming that nothing is wrong with you?!  You're fourteen years old, Mikah!”

He was yelling again at her.  But she simply didn't care or maybe she was still drunk from the party.  She was quite sure.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat's your point, Mitch?”

She wasn't very respectful to her big brother, shortening his name or just using the letter M to address him.

σσMitchell  â€œWhat if Mom or Dad had walked in on you?!  What would you have done then?!”

He had ignored her question as he shouted at her, trying to shout some sense into her.  But she was only fourteen years old and was already drinking and having sex.  So there wasn't much he could do but try to lecture her.  She just busts out laughing at his questions and give him a 'Are you serious?' look.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat if they had?  They seriously wouldn't even care, M.  Did you forget that they detest me?  That they hate the ground I walk on?  Come on now, M.  Use your brain and act as if you're actually going to go to college.”

Mitchell sighs as he looks at his little sister.

σσMitchell  â€œThey don't hate you, Mikah.  But that...that was my BEST friend that you...were doing things with!  Why would you do that?!”

She just lets another laugh roll off of her tongue as he seems to not understand that he just didn't understand why.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause. . .why not?  He's fucking gorgeous.”

Mitchell just shakes his head and grabs her by the arm and pushes her out of his bedroom and into the hallway.  He didn't have the energy to deal with her antics at the moment.  He didn't want to have to talk to her about sex because that was supposed to be their parents' jobs.  But they didn't pay enough attention to Mikah because she was too headstrong and too stubborn to let them either.

>>>>>>>>>>E N D OFF L A S H B A C K<<<<<<<<<<

She looks at him as she remembers the vivid flashback of him yelling at her and her simply not even caring.  She looks at him, knowing he had the same flashback.  She could remember clearly now that he had been the one to try to parent her; try to get her to stop her drinking and sexual adventures as well.

σσMitchell  â€œIt happened.  Kyler liked you, a lot.  He knew you were only fourteen so he tried to steer clear of you because he was four years older than you but you. . .you were persistent at that age and headstrong.  You did whatever you wanted and you always got what you wanted.  So, when you showed up at that party, he didn't stand a chance when he realized your sights were set on him.  Now, I have a question for you, Mikah. . .”

She tenses up a bit.  She didn't like when he asked questions because half of the time, it required bringing up the past and she hated bringing up her past.  She looks at him before looking around the room, avoiding his eyes.

σσMitchell  â€œWhy did you start having sex at such a young age?  Were you looking for mom and dad's attention?”

She bites onto her bottom lip as she looks at her brother and she just simply shrugs her shoulders again.

;;Mikah  â€œNo.  Because I can remember that I didn't want their attention.  I wanted to be the Queen of the school and I did just that.  I was twelve almost thirteen years old when I had started doing those sort of things.  I was in the seventh grade at the time.  It was a ploy for their attention because I didn't need their attention.  It's hard to explain, Mitchell.  I know they were good parents to you but they didn't even try to be parents to me.  They gave up after I refused them as a toddler.  I was a toddler, Mitchell.  I didn't know any better.  They did; they should have tried more things to get me to respond better to them.  But they didn't.  Instead, they chose to put their focus on MiKayla and you.  And it's not your fault or MiKayla's either but it is theirs.  And that is part of the reason that I can't forgive them.”

She offers him another shrug, unsure of how to feel at the emotions that she was feeling.  Or was supposed to be feeling, actually.

σσMitchell  â€œI know, and I understand that but have you ever told that to Mom or Dad?  Mom still feels horrible about it, you know.  She beats herself up every day because she's not apart of your life or of Leighton's life.”

Mikah scowls a bit before looking at Mitchell.

;;Mikah  â€œI do not care that she's not apart of my daughter's life.  And she should feel horrible about how she treated me, Mitchell.  She doesn't get to get off free because she feels guilty now that she didn't try to do everything she absolutely could to connect with her daughter.  So good, I'm glad she feels guilt.”

Mitchell sighs, seeing that the conversation wasn't going to change direction any time soon.  He smiles at his sister before pulling her in for a hug.  She frowns at the gesture before pushing him away.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know I don't hug.”

σσMitchell  â€œI know, but I gave you a hug anyways.”

She rolls her eyes again before standing up and walking over to the fridge in her room and pulling out a bottle of pineapple flavored coconut water before tossing Mitchell a regular bottle of water.  She could at least show some hospitality to her guest.

;;Mikah  â€œSo you really just came to see me wrestle on Sunday?  No hidden agenda?”

She eyes him skeptically as she takes a drink of her coconut water and watches as he raises his hands up in defense.

σσMitchell  â€œYup.  Gotta see you successfully defend that championship of yours, you know.  Plus...my wife's always wanted to go to Puerto Rico, so we figured why not make it a family vacation.  You can spend some times with your nieces and nephew.  And get to know them.  Oh...I do have something else to tell you.”

She tense up again, naturally as she prepares herself for the worst.  She looks at him and he can see the fight or flight response starting to build up.  He knew that she was going to either choose one of those soon if he didn't quickly conitnue.

σσMitchell  â€œI got a job offer in New York City and I accepted it so my family and myself will be moving there.  So we could actually be a family, if you wanted to.”

She knew that he'd leave it open to her.  Let it be her choice and she offers him a small smile.  She wasn't too scared around him anymore or nervous.  She was adjusting to life with a brother in it that she didn't hate.

;;Mikah  â€œUm.  Sure.  I'm rarely home but sure.”

He smiles and hugs her again, not caring about her 'no hugging' rule.  She scowls but hugs him back, hoping the reciprocating hug will be enough for him to let her go.

σσMitchell  â€œGreat.  Well, I gotta get back to the wife and kids.  We'll have supper one of these nights, okay?”

She nods her head as he gets ready to leave to go back to his little family.  She tells him goodbye and walks him to the door.  She lets him hug her once more before she watches him leave and then closes the door behind him.  It was weird being okay with one of her family members and she didn't hate it.

”Model Behavior.”
Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Days until Showtime:4
||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE iii]

She growls a bit as she adjusts her lingerie type outfit that she was wearing.  It was turquoise and it was not very comfortable and in fact she felt naked.  She sighs as she lets the make up lady put some make up on her, touching it up as the other lady fussed with her blonde locks, turning them into pretty waves.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm about done with this shit. . .”

She wasn't very patient and as soon as they were done, she stood up and walked over to where everything was set up.  She adjusts the bra like top before looking at the camera man, who was standing next to a professional photographer.  He tells Mikah a few things and she tries to comply the best she can even though she was half tempted to throw a punch at him.  She nodded at the camera man for him to start filming as she posed for the photographer.  She looks over at the camera man and raises an eyebrow.

;;Mikah  â€œDoes this look familiar?  At all?  To either of my opponents?  Crystal?  Mercedes?”

She poses again before turning to give the photographer the option of capturing her perfect backside.  She smirks over her shoulder, her blonde locks in her face a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, Mercedes you're basically just a model who's trying oh-so hard to make it in the wrestling world, right?  I mean this is one of the many talentless things that you do.  Right?”

She turns back around to face the photographer and camera man as she bends down and picks her championship up that was sitting at her feet.  She pushes her hair away from her face and over her shoulder as she places her championship on her right shoulder.  She looks at it, studying the face plate and then delicately running her fingers over her nameplate.

;;Mikah  â€œAnybody can stand still to get their picture taken, Mercedes.  I mean, it's an easy task to do because you just stand there.  Of course, you have to be photogenic, which I am.”

She winks at the camera before posing a few more times before taking an item that one of the people surrounding the area hands her.  She looks at the bottle of perfume and then looks at the camera with a raised eyebrow.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd you do shit like this. . .”

She pauses to spray the perfume a few times before she wrinkles her nose, turning it up in disgust.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, you do have your own perfume line, right?  I thought that was a thing ALL of the Mean Girls did because they thought they were oh-so important.  Unless of course, you weren't on that list of important members of the group.  Which, I don't know how to feel about that.  Because you were definitely way more important than the so-called founder of the group and you were definitely more important than the flaky one.  But I don't know if you were ever more important than the ghost of the group now.  And I doubt you were EVER more important than one of the most annoying girls on Twitter who doesn't know the English language at all.  But hey, at least you have some sort of accomplishments under your belt.  Bravo for you.”

She fakes applauds to that before she sits down criss-cross style on the floor before setting her championship in her lap, letting it lay across it.

;;Mikah  â€œYou think that I interfered in your match because of my weird friendship with Alexis?  Because you beat her in the match that you had with her?  Because that's ridiculous.  Alexis is a big girl; she can fight her own battles, she doesn't need me to stick my nose where it doesn't belong.  She would agree with me, you know.  Because I don't do anything to benefit anybody other than myself, you know.  So how would that have benefited me if I was doing something to help her?  It wouldn't, not really.  Do you really, really want to know why I interfered in your stupid match against our other opponent, Crystal?”

She leans forward a little bit, an eyebrow raised as the photographer snaps a few more pictures as she gets into her little promo.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause you are the one woman in the locker room that thinks she's important to this company when she's not.  And I don't mean in a way that Veronica Taylor thinks she's important either.  You believe you're important because you get to do all that promotional shit for them.  Promoting the shows and who knows what else that you really do.  Not my business and personally I don't really want to know.  I interfered because you can't keep your pointy, witch-like nose out of my business.  I'm still curious as to where your number one contender's match was, by the way.”

She tilts her head to the side a little bit.  She shrugs her shoulders and looks around the crowded room.  People had stopped running around and were now watching her, intrigued by what she was choosing to say.  She takes a deep breath before running her fingers through her long, blonde locks and trying not to mess up her pretty waves either.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  Life isn't fair and things aren't fair but seriously?!  How did you get booked in a match for MY championship?!  I'd really liked to know what you did to get this shot.  It's been eating at me ever since it was announced that you would be challenging me for my championship.  Did you somehow turn into a man and suck Christian Underwood's dick?  Did you promise to get him a male stripper after the show if you got a shot at MY championship?!  What, what did you do Mercedes because it's fucking ridiculous and I'm fucking done playing nice with you.  Because what I plan on doing to you on Sunday is worse than what I've done in the past five months of my championship reign.  I hope you know the phone number of a good plastic surgeon because I guarantee that your nose will NOT look like it does when I'm done with you.  And that shitty trachea of yours will be shattered and crushed as well.  So I hope you won't miss the sound of your own voice, either.  Because I sure as hell won't miss it at all.  So, don't be going over my previous matches with a fine tooth comb because things will be different with this match.  I'm not going to play nice and I'm not going to let you sneak a win because you think that you somehow deserve to be champion.  There will be NO latina walking out of High Stakes as champion, because I'm going to make sure that I retain this championship so I don't let you be the disgrace of SCW.”

Mikah lets out a breath that she didn't know that she had been holding before she smiles almost as if she hadn't just threatened to crush Mercedes' trachea.

;;Mikah  â€œNow you, Crystal. . .”

Mikah presses her lips together as she looks at the camera and then smirks a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI really don't know where to start with you because you were literally thrown into this match as a pawn, a wild card.  You don't even realistically matter in this match because Christian doesn't even see you to have potential in this match, let alone this company.  And I just...I'm surprised by you, actually.”

Mikah pouts a bit, trying to look sad.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I expected better from you, Crystal.  I expected you to earn your shot because isn't that what a good person would do?  I get it, you're happy to have a shot at my championship but that doesn't mean that you're going to win, you know.  And I know the logistics of a triple threat match.  I don't even have to be pinned to lose my championship.  But losing is not going to be in my future this Sunday.  You see Crystal, I don't dislike you, hell I like you a hell of a lot more than I like Mercedes but I find myself becoming more and more disappointed in you.”

Mikah stands up and adjusts the skimpy lingerie outfit that she was wearing for the promo shoot and the photoshoot.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I had held a high form of respect for you.  Because I thought you were an honest woman, an honest worker but here you are accepting a title shot that you really didn't earn.  It's not a classy thing to do and I'm not sure that I can even classify you as a classy woman anymore.  I don't know where your loyalty lies to yourself or to your morals.  But I don't think I would just want a title shot handed to me.  Do we want to go over how I got my championship?  I think we should so you actually understand what I mean.”

Mikah takes a deep breath as she looks around, the other people still watching her as she continues to talk.

;;Mikah  â€œI had just returned from a little break from wrestling and had been placed in a simple match, in which I won.  Then I got placed in that dreadful ladder match, which I didn't win nor did I even want to win because I didn't want a contract that would let me get a shot whenever I wanted it.  No, no.  I wanted a real shot at earning a championship match.  So, I magically got booked in a fatal four-way match against Amy Marshall, Mercedes Vargas, and some interchangeable woman that I don't remember.  Nobody was expecting me to win that because I was just booked there because they needed another body in the match.  Or at least, that's what people were saying backstage.  Oh yes, I heard it.  Don't think I didn't hear what people were saying about me.  I'm not blind or deaf.”

She purses her lips a bit before continuing on.

;;Mikah  â€œPeople really expected Amy Marshall to win because she really, really wanted that shot at the championship that Raynin had been holding at the time.  Nobody expected me to win and I liked it that way just fine because surprise winnings were so much more fun.  But then, my championship opportunity came the next week and I heard everybody doubting me again.  Saying that I wasn't going to win and that I'd only won the number one contender's match by mistake.  Oh yes, I heard those rumblings from people that we work with as well.  Then the night came and I beat Raynin, taking this championship away from her.”

She looks at her championship as she moves it back down from her shoulder to her hands as she looks down, her hair cascading down and shielding around her face.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd you would think that people would have been happy for me because I had actually earned my shot at the title but no.  They had said that Raynin would regain the championship when we would face again.  I mean, it's whatever, really but people underestimate me all the time.  I thought you would understand that too, Crystal because I feel like people underestimate you as well.  Of course, I'm not one to do it but I feel as if people brush you aside because they don't know anything about you or about what you can do.  But I know what you can do, Crystal.  I am not going to underestimate you at all.  So I'm not going to let you steal my championship away from me.  I'm going to do everything in my power to keep this championship in my grasp.”

She looks down at the championship again, looking serenely at it as her hair once again falls in her face.  The photographer snaps a few pictures of it before she looks up and smiles softly.

;;Mikah  â€œYou and Mercedes can work up something together to try to beat me but I don't care.  It won't work.  I'm going to walk into High Stakes V as the Bombshell Champion and I'm going to walk out of it as the Bombshell champion and there isn't a damn thing you or Mercedes can do to change my determination.  So I hope you both are preparing like hell to do whatever it is you can to try to knock me off of my pedestal because it won't happen.  You will fail.  Just like Raynin, Amanda Cortez, and Veronica Taylor have all done.  I don't care if either of you have been on a roll as of late or not.  I've been on a bigger roll and I will take you down.  So, we will all see each other soon.  So...”

She walks towards the door, looking over her shoulder as she stops just in front of the door and winks at the camera.  She was ready to leave even though she didn't really have anything to go do.

;;Mikah  â€œLaters.”

She smirks again before pushing the door open and walking outside into the perfect weather of San Juan.  She was happy to be there, in San Juan with the weather just right.  She could go sit on the beach and not worry about the championship match that was just a few days or so away.  She could think about how she was going to pretend to beat her husband up the next time she saw him.  Or she could just relax.  It was all up to her.

”Fun in the Sun.”
Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Days until Showtime:2
||OFF-CAMERA.||--|SCENE iv]

Mikah sighs as she sits on a beach towel, watching as her brother's two oldest children Boston and London run around the beach as if they'd had too much sugar.  Mikah secretly thought that they had but she didn't dare voice that to Mitchell; not yet anyways.  She didn't think it was her place to view it like that and she was going to keep her mouth shut.  She looks over at Jaicelyn, who was playing with Jersey, the baby girl who was not even six months old yet.  Mikah offeres Jaicelyn a smile.

µµJaicelyn  â€œIt's a beautiful day out here, isn't it Mikah?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow and nods her head as she looks around.  There weren't very many people around and for that she was thankful.

;;Mikah  â€œIt is.  It's lovely.  I'm glad that we all can spend some time in the weather.  Together.”

It was a hard thing for Mikah to adjust to; having people around as her family.  She hadn't been around her family for ten years and now here she was, letting her brother and his little family stick around. She didn't hate it, which was surprising to her because she didn't ever think that she would be the one to allow him to.  She glances up as he walks back over with three bottles of Smart Water and hands one off to Mikah.

σσMitchell  â€œToo bad Leighton's not here; she'd have a blast with London and Boston.”

Mikah smiles a bit before nodding her head in agreement.  She often wondered if she was doing the right thing by sending Leighton to a private school to get the best education when she could afford to have a personal teacher that would allow Leighton to go on the road with her.  But she wanted Leighton to have a normal life and being in a school setting was the most normal that you could get, right?

;;Mikah  â€œI know, she would.  She would love to spend time with Boston and London.  She'd even love Jersey over there.”

She looks over at the happy baby that was busy playing with her pacifier while Jaicelyn tried to keep it out of the sand.

σσMitchell  â€œDon't worry, Mikah.  We will all get a chance to hang out.  All of us, including your husband and daughter.”

Husband.  There was that word again.  The husband that she hadn't talked to in a while because she was being stubborn and not answering her phone nor was she going to call him.  He didn't understand that her life was being the Bombshell Champion.  And she was going to make him understand.  By ignoring him.  It had to work and if it didn't, she'd make it work.

;;Mikah  â€œYeah.  If I ever get a chance to stay at home and not be on the road all the time.  And I'm not complaining, because I love my job but it's been so chaotic lately that I haven't had more than a few days at home.”

Mitchell nods his head, trying to be understanding to what she was saying.  She shrugs before taking a drink of her water as she watches Boston push London over.  She smiles a bit as London doesn't get hurt but instantly starts crying.  Mikah sits up and is then promptly handed Jersey by Jaicelyn as she goes to deal with the two older children.  Mikah looks at the baby, a bit wide-eyed as Jersey stares up at her in wonder and amazement.  Jersey then cracks a toothless smile at her aunt and Mikah relaxes just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œSuch a pretty baby.”

She bounces the baby a few times before adjusting the child on her lap.  It had been a long time since she had held a baby and she had missed it.  She missed when Leighton was little and would climb onto her lap just to cuddle.  Or climb on her lap just to give her mother a kiss.  Mikah looks at the little baby's face and wrinkles her nose at the baby, causing her to giggle a bit.

σσMitchell  â€œShe likes you.”

Mikah looks over at Mitchell as he watches her interact with his youngest child.  She shrugs her shoulders before looking back at Jersey's tiny little face.

;;Mikah  â€œShe's cute; you have cute children.”

Mitchell nods his head before looking at Jersey and then wrinkling his nose at the baby.

σσMitchell  â€œWe have good genes, what can I say.”

He watches as Mikah tenses up just a little bit and he just ignores it, knowing that she was thinking about their parents.  She refused to have a relationship with them because of how they chose to deal with her stubborn behavior as a child.  She looks at Jersey and smiles at the baby as she chews on her pacifier.  Mikah bounces her a few times as Jaicelyn walks back over.

µµJaicelyn  â€œSorry about that.  I can take her back.”

;;Mikah  â€œShe's fine; I'm fine with her.”

Jaicelyn looked surprised but didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that Mikah had offered to keep the baby in her arms.  Mikah smiles politely at her sister-in-law before leaning back, letting Jersey lean against her moving the baby so she was cradled up against her chest.  Mitchell watches as Mikah soothes the baby by subtly rubbing Jersey's back.  And within a few minutes, Jersey was sound asleep against Mikah's chest.

σσMitchell  â€œHow  did you do that?!  She never goes to sleep that easily.”

Mikah lays back, letting Jersey sleep on her chest as she looks over at her brother.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's how I used to get Leighton to sleep.  I didn't do any fancy technique, just rubbed her back softly.  Because when Leighton was a baby, I didn't have much to work with.  Because I wasn't going to use our father's money that he had been pouring into my bank account.”

Mitchell nods his head as he watches Mikah with his youngest child, amaxed that Mikah felt so comfortable with the baby.  He didn't mind it and was happy to see that progress was being made between them.

σσMitchell  I wish I could've been there, you know?  When Leighton was a baby because I am sure that you needed help, right?  I mean, you were only nineteen years old when you had her.  I know that it's more normal now but you didn't have anybody.  I feel guilty and I feel as if I should have tried harder to be a part of your life even if you didn't want me to be.”

Mikah offers him a small smile.  She had been a difficult teenager and she had been determined to do things on her own.  She probably would have refused Mitchell's help and did everything she could to make sure he hadn't shown up back then.  But she knew what he was saying because maybe if he had pushed hard enough, she wouldn't be able to have pushed back.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't think I would have let you help me, honestly.  I was too proud to ask for help, which was the reason I got into wrestling in the first place.  I wanted a better life for Leighton; better than the life that I had been giving her at the time.  She helped me get clean.  I had been in a bad place at the time and being pregnant with her had pulled me out of that bad situation so in a sense, Leighton probably saved my life because if I didn't have her, I'd probably be dead right now.”

The cold hard truth was out.  It was something she didn't talk about, not to anybody, not even her husband.  But she kept a lot of things hidden from her husband because she didn't want to share those, deep personal thoughts with him.  She just shrugs her shoulders as she looks at Mitchell, who was still processing what Mikah had told him.

σσMitchell  â€œThat is horrible, Mikah.  I know you didn't like being at home with our parents but I know that they would have helped you, if you had let them.”

Mikah takes a deep breath.  She knew that this would lead to them and she had been trying to be careful about it, not wanting to lead it there but there it was already, there.  She just shrugs.

;;Mikah  â€œI know but I don't regret how things have happened.  I don't regret choosing to raise Leighton on my own you know.  I love being her mother and I love how we got to where we are today.  I do use the money that our father put in my account and it had added up because he deposited so much at a time.  I technically don't have to work for the rest of my life.”

Mitchell smiles before looking at his sleeping baby that Mikah was holding and cuddling.

σσMitchell  â€œI'm glad.  Should we go back to the hotel and shower and change so we can go have supper?”

Mikah nods her head before carefully standing up, careful not to jostle Jersey too much so that she woke up.  It was a skilled art to be able to stand up without waking a child.  She watches as her brother goes to round up Boston and London, making them squeal as he picks them both up in one swift movement.  She smiles, the thought of another child grazing her thoughts.  But she didn't know if Gavin could handle having a child of his own when he only barely tolerated Leighton.  It was something that bugged her sometimes.

[Mikah]

 
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”Strip it Down.”
Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Days until Showtime:1
||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE v]

There were no props around as Mikah sits at the top of the stage, criss-cross style and her championship settled on her right shoulder.  She had her ring attire on with her 'Team Hot Stuff' shirt over it, only showing her bottoms, boots, knee pads, and the top of her fishnet legging things.  She had a microphone sitting beside her on the stage as she waits for the camera man's signal to let her know that it was okay to begin.  She pushes her perfectly straight blonde locks out of her face before smiling at the camera man, who gives her the small nod of his head as he presses the red button to record as she grabs the microphone.

;;Mikah  â€œThere are no special effects, as you can see.  It's just me this time.  Just me ready to go in my wrestling attire and this t-shirt that's covering my top.  It's just me.  This stage.  And that ring.”

The camera man moves to show the wrestling ring that was down past the ramp.  He then moves back in to focus on Mikah.  She smiles at the camera, a true genuine smile before it turns into a smirk.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause there will be no special effects come tomorrow night when we meet up in that ring, Mercedes and Crystal.  It will just be the three of us.  Facing one another.  It will be a fight to the finish just for MY championship.”

She moves the microphone away from her lips a moment to look around the now empty arena.

;;Mikah  â€œSoon, this arena will be packed full of SCW fans.  Fans that are expecting to see a good show and that's just what we will give them; a good show.  Of course, I'm expecting my match—this match to steal the show simply because I am apart of if.  Ever since I've become the Bombshell Champion, things have been interesting.  I've made the Bombshell division more interesting.  Nobody can claim that I've not been a top tier champion.  There is no way that they can call my championship win back in May a fluke.”

She shakes her head no to emphasize her words a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you see Sean Jackson as the World Heavyweight champion?  Do you see Kain as the World Heavyweight champion?  No, you don't because neither of them could hack it as the champion.  They both lost; Sean lost to Kain and Kain lost to that. . .thing that is now the champion.  What about Raab?  Is he still the Roulette Champion?!  Nope.  He lost that championship to Goth, proving that he couldn't hack it in that wrestling ring either.  Was it a mere glimmer of luck that he won the World Heavyweight Championship?  Maybe.  I guess we'll see tomorrow when he faces the cancer of SCW, Drake Green.”

She shrugs her shoulders a bit, a smirk playing on her face.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm the longest reigning champion that has had a championship since May without dropping it once.  How does that make everybody else feel backstage?  Horrible?  I hope so because all of you imbeciles thought that I couldn't make it as a champion and that I would lose it within the first month or so of having it.  But did that happen?!  Nope.  It did not.  And there are women like Mercedes and Crystal who want to try to take this away  from me because they both think that they will be a better champion than I have been.  And that is laughable because they can't even bother to be a better Bombshell than what they have been.”

She simply shrugs again, not caring if her words weren't exactly nice.

;;Mikah  â€œWhy do you think that you deserve to be the champion, Mercedes?  Do you think that you actually have what it takes to be able to hold that title with honor?  I don't think you would be able to defend your championship with elegance or grace at all because you're disgrace to the wrestling community.  Where does your loyalty lie, exactly?  Does it lie with wrestling or does it lie with modeling because I honestly cannot tell at all where it lies.  Half the time I don't even know if you're booked, do you even know if you're booked to compete half the time?  I'm not sure that you do.  I know that you say that you are on a roll as of late but who has been on a bigger roll?  You, or myself?  I think you truthfully know the answer to that.”

She smirks again at the camera before adjusting her belt on her shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe you should just stick to modeling, Mercedes.  Because you won't damage your face as much doing that and that is something that you can actually be pretty successful at because it doesn't take real talent to be a model.  Walk, walk, pose.  Strike another pose.  Easy as pie.  Even Veronica does it; that right there makes it easier than walking.  Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes.  I am still baffled at how you think that we were friends.  I don't even see how we could have ever been friends.  You and I are not even closely similar.”

Mikah lets a laugh roll off of her tongue as she looks at the camera.  She shakes her head a bit, thinking about the ridiculous claim that Mercedes had thought that they were friends.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe we were acquaintances but that is about it.  Yes, we may have to team together in December of 2014 but that doesn't mean that we were friends.  I don't have many friends and I will say it openly but the friends I do have, I don't screw over in any way.  And you keep telling me that Mark can't save me on Sunday and can't save my title reign, but look at my past title defenses.  Has anybody ever had to save me? Has anybody ever had to interfere to make sure that I won?”

She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œNope.  It has been all me since May.  All Mikah, with no help from others.  What else would you expect?  Help from my absent husband?  Hah, maybe if he was somehow pulling the strings or something but no.  I've been relying on my talent to help me win my matches.  Is that something neither you or Crystal have, Mercedes?  Is that why you are insisting that my friendship with Mark won't help me win?  Because I don't need to be friends with Mark to win a match; that's just a bonus on the side.”

She smirks again before adjusting her t-shirt.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, I'm not sure how you handled things when you were in the Mean Girls but isn't that how they operated?  Interfering in each others matches to insure the win for the group?  Didn't you all go above and beyond to make the Mean Girls such a dominant group?  I know, I know.  The Mean Girls are over and nonexistent now but still, you want to question my morals and my friendship with Mark, so why can't I question yours?  It's only fair, Mercedes.”

She winks at the camera before stretching a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  I've been concentrating on you a lot, haven't I, Mercedes?  It's just that you're so much more annoying than Crystal is.  You have an annoying face and an annoying voice.  And Crystal, she hasn't really done anything to agitate me enough to speak about her too much.  Sure, she's not really worth being in this match but either are you.  Neither of you earned it fairly and I think that is the most annoying thing ever.”

She rolls her eyes at the mention of it and she takes a deep breath as if not to get too agitated about that little fact.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd Christian can say all he wants that I earned this and that I brought this on myself but in reality I did not.  I didn't choose my opponent for High Stakes V.  I had no idea who I was even facing, so how does he even figure that I only have to blame myself?  He's a delusional man that is living in a fantasy world.  He hates me so much, that he's believing whatever he wants to rationalize his way of thinking.  Because why else would he book me in a match against Mercedes and Crystal Hilton?  Because Mercedes was a champion before?  Puh-lease.  He just wants to do whatever it takes to try to knock me off as the top Bombshell.  It is eating away at him like a flesh-eating bacteria that I'm the Bombshell that is reigning on top of the Bombshell division.  OR maybe, just maybe it's eating away at him because I'm best friends with Mark Ward and maybe he has a tiny, miniscule crush on Marky Mark and is jealous that I get to spend all this time with Mark.  Hmm...now that I think about it. . .”

She stops talking and taps a finger to her lips a few times.

;;Mikah  â€œCrystal, you and I have been sort of friends over the past couple of months.  I have had nothing to bad to say about you.  But I am still so disappointed in you for taking this handout like it was candy.  Have you no decency?  I know, I know.  It's a championship match, who would turn it down?!  But wouldn't you have even thought about it if you realized that Christian is just trying to use you as a pawn to stick it to me?  I mean, he doesn't even see you as a real threat, he's just hoping that somehow somebody can knock me off and he's thinking that booking me in another triple threat match will do just that.”

She shrugs once more before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œBut if that's the type of person that you want to be then so be it.  I will just have to knock you down a peg and show you why I am the bombshell champion.  And even if we are on good terms, Crystal, I won't hesitate to show you just how much this championship means to me.  Because you have no idea what you're going to walk into tomorrow night.  I'm sure you're thinking this is going to be some sort of friendly battle but there is not going to be anything friendly about it.”

She moves her championship off of her shoulder and holds it in front of her, letting the camera man get a good shot of it.

;;Mikah  â€œThis.  THIS is what I'm about and I'm not about to let either of you pawns take it away from me tomorrow night.  I will not let that happen because I can not disappoint the fans that way.  Do you think they're going to come into this arena hoping that you or Mercedes win this championship away from me?  Ha!  You're mentally disturbed if you think that.  I don't care if I have to crush your trachea as well because I will do it without any hesitation.  I am more prepared for tomorrow night than you may think.”

She winks at the camera again before standing up and adjusting her bottoms.

;;Mikah  â€œThere's less than twenty-four hours to go until we all step into that ring, trying to prove who the best Bombshell is but we already know who that is.  Both of you know deep down within your soul that I am the only bombshell that will be walking out of High Stakes V with the championship in my grasp.  And I hope you both are prepared for the disappointment that will happen when the night is over with.  So, with that being said. . .”

She leans forward just a bit, a smirk playing on her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

She tosses the microphone down before walking backstage as the scene comes to an end, the camera moving to get a shot of the ring before it goes black.

[Crystal Zdunich]

 Off Camera
San Juan, Puerto Rico

For Crystal Hilton being in San Juan meant being home and it’s a city that she had not been in for a very long time. San Juan was always her home away from home, and she never visited it as much but it was hard to deny that she had a place here considering this is where her Grandmother had lived as well as all of the Lopez Clan. Crystal Hilton and her best friend Zelda Knite had arrived at the small one story home in the middle of the suburbs. Crystal looked at Zelda as she shook her head at her.

Crystal: Ok Z this is my grandmother’s house. For the love of God please try to be on your BEST behaviour.

Zelda: I am always on my best behaviour!

Crystal gives her a stare as she immediately begins to shake her head in return.

Crystal: No I mean your absolute best Z. No putting yourself over and no matter what happens behind those doors don’t you dare laugh or do anything of the sort. I haven’t here since God knows when and I rather keep things civilized. Especially considering my grandma and the rest of the family may still be mourning my father’s lost from last November. I rather keep the mood light and just enjoy being here again.

Zelda grins as she smiles right back at Zelda as Crystal walks over to the doorbell and begins to ring it passionately.

Zelda: Scouts honor! I won’t embarrass you unless you absolutely deserve it. Besides you know you can trust me. Isn’t that what best friends are for anyway? To keep it real with their best friend…

Crystal just immediately begins to shake her head as she stares daggers right back into Z.

Crystal: Yeah… That’s exactly what I am afraid of!

The two begin to argue with one another and it is on this instant that the door to the house opens up and as soon as it does we are able to see a hispanic man standing in the doorway. He smiles as he has long curls in his hair and keeps his eyes fixated on Crystal.

Jamal: Hello mis hermana favorito. Who is your friend?

Crystal: No… YOU ARE NOT HITTING ON MY BEST FRIEND JAMAL! Besides why don’t you move out of the way. It’s not often I am in town and I just want to say hi to Grandma so we could be on our way.

Jamal: Sure thing sis you know I didn’t mean to intrude or anything. Welcome back…

He says with a smile as he moves out of the way to let Crystal and Zelda into the home. Crystal walks inside but when it’s time for Zelda to walk inside he can’t help but stop right in front of her. He offers a wide grin on his face as he places his hand against the wall and looks deep into the eyes of the brunette.

Jamal: So hey there sweet thang… I didn’t know Christina had such lovely friends. Are you tired?

Zelda looks at him befuddled before she turns her attention back over to Crystal and shrugs her shoulders. She shakes her head looking back into his eyes.

Zelda: Not really… Why?

Jamal: Because you been running through my mind all day girl… You, me, dinner for two by the beach how does that sound?

Zelda doesn’t know what to say as Crystal punches him as hard as she possibly can in his gut. He is taken back as he looks back at his sister.

Crystal: Jamal stop! You know damn well how I feel about you trying to hit on my friends. You just won’t change will you?

Jamal finally moves out of the way as Zelda quickly runs into the house. She runs over to Crystal as she gets closer to her.

Zelda: Is your brother always like that?!

Crystal: Yes… And it’s soooooooo annoying! Like this is part of the reason why I don’t even bother to visit here anymore. It get’s annoying really quick.

Zelda: I didn’t have any problems with it though. He’s kind of cute.

Crystal: NO!

Zelda: Why not?!

Crystal immediately begins to shake her head as she continues to analyze the situation.

Crystal: Because that’s my brother… You just can’t be with my brother… That’s not how any of this even works! Come on let’s just go meet my grandmother so we could make our way to the hotel…

Zelda: You are being awfully rude to your family…

Crystal: So… This isn’t my life anymore. You think I want to be stuck here longer than I have too? No… Besides there’s a reason why I personally don’t want to be here anymore…

Zelda: And the reason being?

Crystal: BECAUSE IT’S AGAINST SOME CODE… You can’t date your best friend’s brother… You just can’t!

Zelda grins as she begins to dance as she sings right in front of Crystal.

Zelda: BFB BFB my best friend’s brother is the one for me!

Crystal: Really? You are going to break out into a Victoria Justice song?!

Zelda: What of it?!

Crystal: You really got this trolling thing down.. .You do know that right?

Zelda smiles as warmly as she possibly can as she looks back into Crystal’s eyes with a wicked grin on her face.

Zelda: Not really… Just you though Crystal. I really like getting under your skin. It’s always a funny sight to see you get so worked up for no reason. It’s becoming one of my favorite pastimes.

Crystal: Right…

Crystal says with a long sigh and as Zelda continues to break out into her song that is when someone else decides to walk into the picture. It’s a middle aged woman of hispanic descent and we can identify this woman as being Angelica. Angelica looks at Crystal as she offers a long sigh at her.

Angelica: Christina…

Crystal: Angelica…

There is tension between the two women and that is when Zelda gets in the middle of the two of them with a big cheese grin on her face. She looks deep into the eyes of Crystal as she begins to speak.

Zelda: So I feel like I am missing something here…Something got both of your panties worked up in a bunch.

Angelica: Wow so that’s the type of person that you are. Only expected it considering it was a Hilton that brought her here.

Crystal: Angelica what the hell is your problem?

Angelica: Obviously I am looking at what the problem is. Shouldn’t be too hard to figure out!

Crystal just sighs in return as the two begin to lock eyes with one another. She finally turns her attention to Zelda as she begins to speak to her.

Crystal: Z… This is Angelica my step mother, Angelica this is my best friend Sydney but we just call her Zelda…

Angelica keeps her eyes locked on Zelda as she shakes her head in disgust.

Angelica: Let me guess she’s one of your high school dropout friends?!

Zelda: Well I did drop out of high school but that shouldn’t have any bearing on me as a person one way or another. I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you but I don’t appreciate people acting like a cunt to my best friend.

Zelda smiles evilly as she continues to stare daggers into the woman.

Zelda: And before you are quick to judge me… I will have you know that this dropout is a successful one. You might have heard of me. You should know me. Zelda Knite. Famous women’s wrestler prodigy by the age of 18. I did everything you could ever do in this business, hell I even carried Crystal over here to a couple of tag team titles.

Crystal: Hey!!!!

Zelda: Biggest backpack I ever had to strap on but I carried her to success and that in itself is a hell of an accomplishment.

Angelica actually begins to laugh as she looks back at Zelda smiling at her, as Zelda continues to speak.

Zelda: Now I don’t wrestle anymore but I do travel around the world trying to continue onward with my career of being a marine biologist, and I have seen some amazing things in the scientific world. Have you ever seen what the inside of an eel looks like?! Or to turn it inside out?! It’s contents are quite “shocking” if I do say so myself.

The hispanic woman can’t help but laugh in return as she nods her head back at Zelda.

Angelica: You know you are the best thing in Christina’s life right now. Hopefully she can keep you around because otherwise she is pretty much worthless. She was almost a homewrecker. Hopefully she can get her life straightened out and make something of herself. You keep on being that strong role model for her because she definitely needs it.

Zelda: I will try my best Miss Angelica.

Angelica: Good… It’s refreshing to see people with manners.

Angelica walks over to Crystal as she shakes her head in disgust at her.

Angelica: As for you.. I would hope you would at least pay some respects to your father… At least show you have class in that respect. But as good as it was to meet you Sydney… I really don’t want to be in the same house with Christina. You take care of yourself.

She smiles waving at Zelda before she takes her leave, and begins to exit the house. Crystal stands there disgusted as she looks right into the eyes of Zelda scoffing at her.

Crystal: What the hell was that all about?!

Zelda: What I was trying to win her over, and besides you heard what she said… She likes me. What did you do to piss her off so much?!

Jamal walks into the scene as he can’t help but laugh at the two of them.

Jamal: Mom holds Crystal responsible but honestly she was just the product of a one night fling between pops and a college girl who came here for Spring Break. That affair almost caused mom and dad to get a divorce but luckily they were able to stick through it and remain as a close knit couple. But every time mom sees or hears of Crystal. She can’t help but think of what Crystal’s mother put our family through.

Zelda: I guess I can understand that however Christina isn’t to blame for any of that… Maybe she should be yelling at your father for not keeping his legs closed…

Crystal sighs as she face palms herself.

Crystal: Z that’s something that you don’t really say. Remember dad… The whole passed away thing… The whole reason why we are here to visit my family. Can you at least keep yourself in check?

Zelda: Ooops my fault Crystal… My apologies…

Crystal begins to nod her head in agreement and it is on that instance that we are able to hear a voice in the background. One that sounds loving as footsteps can be heard and slowly emerge out onto the scene.

Grandma: Do I hear my Christina?!

Sure enough making their way onto the scene is none other than Crystal’s grandmother. The elderly woman slowly makes her way onto the scene and when she does she walks right over to Crystal, and embraces her into a very tight hug. Almost to the point that she doesn’t want to let go. Crystal has tears in her eyes as she stares back at her Grandma, and Zelda can’t help but smile as she watches the hispanic family reunion.

Grandma: I miss you so much my Christina. How come you don’t call anymore? I thought when your father passed away you would visit more often but…

Crystal quickly cuts her off as she shakes her head in agreement.

Crystal: I know Grandma it’s honestly a hard situation… I really want to visit but I don’t want to come here until we find out more about my father’s killer. Who would honestly kill him in cold blood? Who would have a motive to do anything of the sort….

Crystal thinks about it as she begins to think about her father. Tears start flowing from her eyes, and she can’t help but grab her Grandma, as the older woman offers Crystal a long passionate hug in return. Grandma nods her head as she keeps on squeezing Crystal.

Grandma: That’s why you need family Christina… You shouldn’t have to suffer alone, and that’s why family exists. So we could all be in this together. This shouldn’t be your cross to bear. You have Jamal, myself, and Maia to help you deal with it all. We just wish that you could lean on us a little more instead of trying to be on your own.

Crystal slowly nods her head in agreement as she hugs her Grandma even tighter.

Zelda: Hey Grandma I am her friend Zelda, and I have been telling her the same thing. I don’t know what has gotten into her but seems to have a whole network of people she just needs to trust in all of them. That they won’t lead her down a path that would be bad.

Grandma: I know you put a lot into your wrestling career and even your movie lifestyle, but never forget where you came from. We love you more than you could ever imagine, and even though you wish to run away from it at times or not even believe in it because of Angelica. The truth is you are part of this family. A daughter of my son is my granddaughter there’s no Ifs, Ands, or Buts about that fact. Do I make myself clear?!

The young woman can only nod her head in agreement as she looks back at her grandma shaking her head.

Crystal: I know it just sucks that he is gone… I felt like there was still so much him and I could have done together, and I really don’t know what to do with myself. I wanted him to see me win the big one once in my career. That’s all I ever wanted.

Her grandma can only smile in return as she looks back at Crystal.

Grandma: And what’s to stop that from happening right now?!

Crystal: Well him not being here…

Grandma: In a physical sense he might not be here but he lives in all of us Crystal, and especially you of everyone. You know how much wrestling was his entire life. He poured his entire life into training you. He taught you things he didn’t want to teach anyone else.

Crystal: Yeah and I was the same woman that walked out on him…

Jamal walks into the scene as he looks at his younger sister smiling at her.

Jamal: That may be true but eventually you did return so you have that image to live up too but that doesn’t matter. You and dad made up, and you were always the chosen one Crystal, and everyone at the school always said that. Maia took it the worse and it’s because dad felt like he missed out on seventeen years of your life that he wanted to make it up to you. Everything that dad knew he taught to YOU, and as it stands you competing in the ring is just the image of dad we need...And we all can see it why can’t you?

Zelda nods her head in agreement as she looks back at Crystal.

Zelda: You see Crystal even your family supports you, and your father supported you more than anything else. I know you have been having a hard time as late battling the voices among other things but in my opinion there was NEVER a voice. All you heard was your own self doubt, and it’s been forcing you to hold yourself back. You need to let it go Crystal let it go… Let it go, and just believe in yourself like you I know you can.

Crystal just shakes her head as she looks back at Zelda.

Crystal: I really don’t need the DBZ Android 16 speech Z…

Zelda: Don’t you dare speak of that horrible anime in front of me.

Crystal: But what you are doing is the same exact thing that he tried to do for G…

Zelda: DON’T YOU DARE!

Crystal shakes her head as she finally nods her head in agreement as she looks at everyone in the room.

Crystal: Thank you all for what you are doing for me. To be honest I really didn’t want to come here but I truly feel like home.

Jamal: You shouldn’t feel like this is home.

Grandma: Because this is HOME… Crystal you have all of the ability. You have all of the power. To be honest all you need to do is personally believe in it. If your father was here he would tell you the same, and in a few short days you are going to walk into the middle of that baseball stadium with all of Puerto Rico cheering you on. Bring the title home. Do what we all KNOW you can do. It might seem like a hard thing to do, and I know it’s been a while but you can’t be afraid of success forever. This is your moment and this is your chance.

Jamal: You have an entire city watching you, your entire family will be there. You just need to do what you do best and simply get the job done.

Zelda: I would say GO BIG or Go HOME, but you are home… And with the home field advantage can you honestly really lose?! I swear if I have to whip you into shape I will. I will transform myself from marine biologist to boot camp instructor. To everything and anything you need me to be just to help you find a way.

Crystal: Thank you so much, and I promise I won’t let any of you down… Not this time… This is my match to win, and I might as well make the most of this chance right?

All of them smile at her as they surround Crystal for a hug. She hugs all of them in a tight group hug as we leave them.











Off Camera
St Mary’s Graveyard
San Juan, Puerto Rico

Crystal Hilton found herself at a graveyard in San Juan. She walked past various tombstones and kept on walking until she stopped at one. She looked at the tombstone for a few moments and the writing on the gravestone told it all. “Here lies Pedro Lopez” Loving Son, Husband, and Father. Crystal couldn’t help but let the tears stream down her face as she didn’t let her eyes leave off of the tombstone in front of her.

She wasn’t the only one at his tombstone as her stepmother Angelica walks onto the scene. She has her arms crossed as she keeps glancing at the stone in front of her but her attention is turned to that of Crystal Hilton. She begins to stare daggers right into Crystal, and the 27 year old can only cry in return as she keeps letting the tears flow from out of her eyes. The two finally make eye contact with one another as Angelica walks over to Crystal and begins to speak in a sincere tone.

Angelica: Christina… I am going to be completely honest with you… You know for as long as I could remember that you and I have never been able to see eye to eye on anything.

Crystal: I know and I absolutely hated you for it. You always liked seem to treat me harsher than anyone else.

Angelica: Because I always viewed you as a homewrecker but what was I supposed to do when we got that letter that the girl from America that Pedro had slept with was pregnant. It drove me to the brink of insanity, and I thought it was an issue we didn’t have to deal with. Something that could be swept under the rug and done with, but your father…

She stops as she begins to cry. Crystal thinks about showing her some sort of affection but she decides against it as Angelica continues to speak.

Angelica: Your father wouldn’t allow that to happen. For 17 years he was searching for you. He was looking and he was happy the day that he finally found you. You just brought a calm in his life. And even though I hated you Crystal. Because of what you stood for because of what you were. Deep down I was happy that he finally found what he was looking for because his life took off after that. He put so much more into the wrestling school that he busted his ass so you would feel wanted. So that people wouldn’t pick on you anymore.

Crystal: Really?

Angelica: Yes… Jamal and Maia never got the same treatment that you did.

Crystal: Wow…

Angelica however shakes her head as she keeps her eyes locked on Crystal.

Angelica: But don’t be ashamed because you worked your ass off to gain everything you ever did in this world. You came from nothing and nothing would stop you from taking in every single thing that my husband taught you. He truly was proud of you in ways you could never even fathom. While your life in Detroit may not have been all that well. You weren’t looked at as the thirteen year old who had a daughter. You weren’t looked at as the fuck up that everyone perceived you to be. In his eyes you were his angel, and that’s the only thing that ever mattered.

Angelica nods her head as she keeps her eyes locked on Crystal.

Angelica: I just want to apologize if I ever came off in a way that you did not like. It wasn’t my intention at all, it’s just I didn’t want to believe you as good as you were, but you gave Pedro happiness. You have him a granddaughter, and you were his heart. I know like you feel you have a lot riding and you miss him, but it’s hard to deny that you are a bit of his spitting image. You shouldn’t let anything bring you down because he wouldn’t want that. Now I have no idea at what’s going to happen at High Stakes but I want you to know that you will have my support at least…

Angelica holds her head out as she is looking for a handshake but Crystal doesn’t give her one. Instead Crystal pulls her in for a long passionate tight hug. She squeezes her for dear life as she refuses to let go and looks back at her.

Crystal: Thank you so much Ange...Mom… That’s all I ever wanted and if dad could see this right now I know he would be happy with what he just saw.

Angelica nods her head as she looks back at the tombstone before she turns her attention back over to Crystal.

Angelica: Well I think you don’t have to worry about that because he’s watching us. Now do what I know you can do Crystal. Do your best and at the end of the day make your father proud. This is what he would want more than anything else right?

Crystal nods her head in agreement as she looks back at the tombstone before turning her attention back over to her stepmother.

Crystal: Thank you for burying the hatchet. That honestly means the world to me. More than you could ever imagine. I love you and I hope I didn’t tread too much on your ground.

Angelica nods her head smiling back at Crystal.

Angelica: Don’t worry about it… Just soar like a dove Crystal. Be La Paloma, and do what we all know you can do…

Crystal: I’ll try my best.

Is all Crystal can say in return as she smiles back at her stepmom and we leave on this image.



On Camera
In Front of Crystal’s Grandmother’s House

The camera comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the sight of Crystal Hilton standing in front of the sight of the cameras. She is sitting down on her front porch as she looks deep into the lens of the camera.

Crystal: Thank you so much for tuning in. I am Crystal Hilton, and I appreciate you all taking the time to listen to what I have to say when in regards to my match. For those who don’t realize it by now we are right here in San Juan, Puerto Rico. In just two days… Two short days we will be competing for all of the world to see as SCW takes this city by storm for High Stakes, and personally for me this match couldn’t get any bigger for me because the World Bombshell Championship is at stake. It’s a chance to finally become a World Champion again, and I haven’t been anywhere near World Championship gold for four years now. Four years ago there was a big internet poll out and everyone voted for me that I was the best women’s wrestler in the world.

Crystal grins widely as she takes it all in.

Crystal: That’s right… I was the best of the best, and I actually believed in my own hype. I thrived off the thrill of the cameras. I enjoyed being in the limelight, and it was what I did best but then I fell into the trap where it was more about the status of being what I was instead of actually putting the time in to remain in my position. I lived off of that ego trip for an entire year, and it didn’t mean a thing because I became a World Champion and in my very first defense it was gone just like that. Everywhere I go people ask the same question. Whatever happened to that Crystal Hilton of old?! Where did she go… What has changed so much about her. I think in all honesty people were starting to figure me out. They started to have my number and all I could give them in return was my ego. A long list of accolades and accomplishments and I never did anything to back it up except give my month in return.

Crystal nods her head in agreement as she continues to pour her heart out for the camera.

Crystal: Oh it was good while it lasted… I enjoyed being on top but to remain on top is a totally different thing and I failed at being at the top. I fell from grace and when I felled. I don’t think I ever recovered from that. I was more on the lines of being a midcarder at best, and there weren’t any signs of improvement. Any signs of getting better. I was losing matches that I should have been winning, and I really don’t know where I went wrong in all of it. Somehow I wish I could change the past because I feel like I allowed all of the fame and the fortune to get to my own head, and in the end it was my own undoing.It gotten so bad to the point where I had to storm into my father’s school despite leaving from his school at the age of 18. The prodigal daughter had to return home to pick up on the pieces on what she was missing.

Did I find what I was looking for? To be honest I don’t think I did but at least in the midst of it all I had my father who told me that he believed in me. He told me that I had all the tools in the world. I just needed to find what I was missing and find a way to bring it up. I didn’t quite understand it… That is until now, and deep inside of me there’s a little girl that is waiting to be unleashed. A girl who knows she can beat anybody and everyone on this entire roster she just needs to believe in her own abilities to get what she is really after. And right now what a way to bring out that hidden potential then by doing it right here in San Juan, Puerto Rico. When I get to step in the middle of that wrestling ring and compete for the SCW World BombShell Championship.

Crystal smiles passionately as she begins to take it all in and she continues to speak.

Crystal: That’s right SCW WORLD Bombshell champion. I actually have the opportunity to rewrite all of the wrongs with my life by being able to win a World Championship, and what makes this even more important is that I get to do it right here in San Juan. It doesn’t get any bigger than this because for me this is home, and in that stadium we are going to get a very pro Crystal crowd. A crowd that wants to see me win more than anything else, and a city that is dying for a woman like me to step up and represent it in the way that I should. I didn’t choose to be this hero. I know there’s women such as Roxi and Keira on the card who are happy to play the hero, and I respect them for that. They are two of my best friends on this roster, and I love that they are happy to take a stand for what they believe in but for me I always saw myself as the Antihero. The woman who is only there to serve her own agenda, and it’s wrong.

Crystal shakes her head in disgust as she thinks about it.

Crystal: I know Natalie is tired of me always poking fun of her in these promos but honestly I think I just used her as an outlet for my own insecurities and I saw her as an easy target. I just wanted to be accepted to be noticed, and it didn’t matter how I got the attention as long as I got it. As good and great as all of that might sound I know for a fact that’s not what my father would have wanted. He would have wanted me to take pride in what I do, and he would keep watching on hopes that I finally found myself. That I would stop this long cycle of not knowing who I am or what I am about and find myself. He put me in this role of being the hero and for one night only I will proudly be what this symbol needs. I will proudly be that hero because I feel like they need me too, and everything that my father did. I keep hearing over and over it’s being carried on within me. That’s why when the bell rings come Sunday I will proudly wear this with pride.

Crystal reaches behind her and she showcases her La Paloma mask. She holds it upwards and shows it right to the camera before she slowly begins to put it on.

Crystal: This is the symbol of everything my father stood for, and even though it’s something that I felt I could walk away from. For my heritage, for the sake of my late father, and for everyone right here in Puerto Rico. I will proudly wear this mask. I will proudly wrestle with the burdens of everyone from this great city because they all need me too. It’s something that found it’s way to me, and honestly I can’t deny the call. To be honest I know how important matches like the one I am in is important in this business. They hardly come, and one lost could set you back for months. Years even and I don’t want to be setback to a point where I can’t climb back up. I know I shouldn’t be in this match. Without Mikah I shouldn’t be here but now that I am here I might as well make the very most of this opportunity, and more importantly I might as well win.

It’s the least I can do for San Juan and with this city behind me and with the home field advantage in my favor how could I possibly fail? For the past few months I have been the biggest cry baby on the planet it seems. I been underselling Keira’s ability as a wrestler. I thought I was too good for Melanie, and I even thought I was above Candy but as time went by. Each of them find their way into beating me, and the only thing that was bruised in all of that was my ego… And even some of my pride.

So if all of you willing I want to personally apologize to everyone that I have hurt here. To everyone who I said things too. Negative things. Delia, Mercedes… I appreciate you all being friends to me… I just got wrapped up in myself that I couldn’t see what was important in my life. I don’t know what it is but being here in San Juan I feel a sense of peace.

Crystal slowly rises up off of the porch as she keeps her gazed locked right on the camera.

Crystal: And it’s with that peace that I am going to bring all of my frustrations into the ring at High Stakes. I honestly think what has me worked up more than anything else is Mikah, and she is someone who I had no problems with but I felt like she insulted me when she said that she was in Puerto Rico so that means she should get trashed. Or the fact that she is having all of these beach days but in reality what she needs to be doing is getting her ass in gear for this match. But I get it… when you are as good and great as she is. You feel like you are always the best thing in the ring. You always think and assume that you can get by match after match without anything ever bringing you down, but that’s just pure foolishness.

Because on any given day anybody can beat anybody. You really seemed to have a hard time at finding stuff to say about me, and yes I did lose to the likes of Melanie but I was also far too confident for my own good, and I overlooked my opponents. They were more hungry and they came right in and were able to put me down. You however made the biggest mistake. You said I am not ready for the big time and truthfully. I have been ready. I been waiting for this moment since I could even remember. I just wanted my number to be called, and finally I have what I have been waiting for, and to knock you off would be worth it. More than you could ever imagine.

Crystal grins as she continues to speak.

Crystal: It’s worth it because you are the best in the business. You have been for a very long time now but there needs to be a change, and change isn’t really a bad thing either. I get it you have the title that says you are the BEST but that doesn’t mean you just can’t assume you are going to win every match because we all have flaws. We all aren’t perfect, and trust me on this Mikah. Because I thought I was PERFECT at a time. I thought I was miss IT and yes it was good for a while but eventually people start to have your number. You start becoming predictable and people will expose your flaws. That happened to me and honestly I was hurt in the beginning but in the long run it was the best thing that has ever happened in my career, and I deserved it.

Because it taught me humility. It taught me to be humble, and I think you personally are in need of the same lesson. Now if you don’t think I can beat you in the ring then so be it. I have been having a rough couple of weeks here. Months even but don’t you dare talk about the women I associate with. Which includes Roxi and Keira. What’s wrong with me being friends with people I like to talk too? Or that I associate with? For the same token I am much closer to Vargas than I am with you. I have said MULTIPLE times that she’s my best friend in this company point blank, but she wouldn’t take shots at who I talk to because that’s just petty. You can be petty at times and I think you are in the serious need of a wake up call that you aren’t as good as you think you are.

If you really want me to play the role of the peppy cheerleader I can do that too but I don’t think you would like that as much because after all you wouldn’t appreciate me waving my pom poms around dancing all around the ring after I take your title from you. That would be classless but then again it couldn’t happen to a better person right?!

Crystal takes a long deep breath as she continues to speak.

Crystal: You need to snap out of the delusions you are in and brought right smack down into reality because by then I think you would learn your lesson Mika that you just like everyone else can be beaten. Hell those same friends of mine you talked down about. They just happened to show you were beatable so I wouldn’t say they are really that bad to be friends with. How can I personally take you serious when you rather get shitfaced or spend your time at a beach then prepare for what’s coming? That’s going to be your downfall, and trust me. I will be more than ready to step in the ring with you.

You can rest assured on that, and then that brings me to you Mercedes. You and I have had our share of differences. We have gone at it time and time again. Did you have me beat in the middle of the ring? Yes I will give you that. Was it unfair? Yes… But life isn’t fair sometimes and the good thing about this match is that we both could make sure that the title comes off of the hands of Mikah at all costs. We know what the two of us can do when we really push one another so just to add a third in the mix. We would be quick to dispose of her so we can get back to the business at hand.

I know what the records will show. They will show that I got that big pin fall on you. That I was able to sneak by you to insert my way into this match but the both of us know what really happened. We both know what should have happened. I won’t dwell on that because I think I already ripped into Mikah a new one about that fact but I do want to bring you up because you were on a streak leading into this match.

So now that I am in this match what are you going to do to step up and make sure the title comes home with you?! What strides will you make in order to do something that you just haven’t been able to do in the past.

Nothing… It might just be a case of the same old, same old Mercedes. You are good enough to become Roulette Champion, good enough to become Tag Champion. But when it comes to delivering in the big one you just don’t come through in the clutch. You were like your New York Giants in their first couple of games. And yes I am using a football reference with your own team because I know it will reach you better.

But you had all the momentum. You were leading the pack but for some reason when it comes time to the fourth quarter everything just gets out of control and you just don’t finish what you started. You have to be a closer Mercedes! You gotta be better than that if you want to stand a chance at beating Mikah. Do you remember when you left the new girls? You remember who the first person was to welcome you to the locker room was right?

Crystal points at herself.

Crystal: It was ME! I never looked down at you. I always held you with the highest regard even more so than Delia, and that’s why I can’t go easy on you in this match because Crystal Hilton wants and whatever she wants she damn sure will get! I know I haven’t had the best start either here. Like my Detroit Lions… Always showing signs of promise but not really amounting to anything but I feel like all of that can change right here in San Juan… Right here in a place called home. A place that accepts me. I have all the power and ability to bring the title where it belongs.

I will walk into High Stakes living the dream… The dream to become champion again, and in a stadium filled with my people. My friends, and my family. I know I have all the power to deliver. Daddy I hope you are watching down on me because finally your little girl will do the one thing you wanted to see her do since she became a wrestler.

She will become a World Champion for all the right reasons, and then nothing will ever stop her. I don’t care if I have to go through Mikah…. And I don’t care if it has to be a close friend like Vargas. But nothing….

AND I MEAN NOTHING...wILL EVER STOP THIS ROSE FROM BLOSSOMING…

It’s my time to shine and I will make the most of it… See you two out there. Good luck you certainly will need it.

With that Crystal seems focused and it’s on this image that we slowly fade out on.

[Mercedes Vargas]

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[F L A S H B A C K S, S E T B A C K S A N D  C O M E B A C K S]

UNIVERSITY OF SANTA MARTA

[Flashback to October 5, Climax Control 128 in Santa Marta, Colombia. What was once a sold out arena is now empty as we find Mercedes, still in her ring gear, being interviewed by Ms. Rocky Mountains, although it's difficult to see the resident interviewer or her subject with the only light source coming from the camera crew. As the camera moves just slightly away from the interviewer to Mercedes, sound comes in and we hear her reaction from the match. Here, though, we're getting just the soundbite.]

“I've learned that in life, you're going to have your share of setbacks – and tonight isn't what I would call a setback - but this is just a setup for me coming that much closer to being the next World Bombshell Champion. Just because I didn't win tonight isn't going to sway my focus, my aim, my goal and work that much harder.”

QUEENS, NEW YORK

[Flashback six days later following the go-home show. We see cross trainers hitting the pavement in stride before the camera pans up to show Mercedes taking in a morning run  â€“ and it's just past 5 AM. This wasn't done out of necessity, it was more of a routine. We hear Mercedes in voiceover during this part.]

MERCEDES VOICEOVER: “How bad do I want this? I've never wanted anything so bad in my entire life. ”

[She breathes in the chill air for the first ten paces, then hits her stride as she passes by Jackson Heights Food Court. She could really go for some Indian food right about now, but for the time being this match was on th top of her to-do list.]

MERCEDES VOICEOVER: “Quite honestly, I thought Veronica had a better chance of getting another match with Mikah that either me or Crystal. But then again, maybe this opportunity was a long time coming. I don't care who you are, 14 months is a long time for anybody. ”

[As the dawn of a new sunrise reaches over the horizon, our scene fades on Mercedes taking in more of the cold air as she reaches the corner, cuts across the street and finished the last five minutes of her run.]

MERCEDES VOICEOVER: “If I didn't think I could do this, I doubt I would still be in SCW today. I know in my heart, in my mind and every fiber in my being that I am cut out to be World Bombshell Champion. I think this is my time, my moment and this time I don't plan on letting it go to waste. ”

[Next we see Mercedes hit the treadmill in her workout gear, “pump up” music coming into her ears from the earbuds of her iPod, which she grips with one hand. Moments later, she is jumping rope, going through a synchronized routine and then we see her peddling on an exercise bike. Pausing a moment to take a swig of water from a water bottle, she sets this aside and then looks on at the window at the new morning.]

10:00 AM.

[It's now late and Mercedes has just finished wrapped up watching tape on her opponents before she is on her cellphone calling the airport reconfirming her reservations for her flight to Puerto Rico. Time was of the essence.]

NOON – MEXICO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

[Mercedes has a brief run-in with fans and she obliges to have a short photo-op and autograph session. As she poses with a young female fan, she quickly looks up at the timetable. Her flight was on schedule – yet she only had thirty minutes to spare to make her flight. With a final wave, she pulls her rolling tote bag as she heads for the terminal]

PRESENT DAY

[We fade in on Mercedes Vargas sitting in a director’s chair in front of the camera in front of a magenta backdrop. She is wearing a baby blue short dress that shows off her long and slender legs, one crossed over the other, and sandles. The camera remains in a medium close-up shot throughout this segment.

MERCEDES VOICEOVER: “Revenge is the act of passion, vengeance is an act of justice and nothing drives me more than redemption. Come Sunday at High Stakes, nothing stops me from starting my climb back to the top. Why do I think I should win? Because I won't accept anything less.”

Fade.

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[Our scene opens on Mercedes at a radio station here in Puerto Rico to hype SCW's World Tour, now in its ninth month.After an interesting week of doing media events, the Argentine was finally glad to see that High Stakes was getting closer..

[For most of the day, Mercedes Vargas can't stop singing. Maybe it has to do with the tropical weather or the fact that she was just days away from a second chance in making a first impression challenging for the World Bombshell Championship. Or it could very well be that her taste in music is Top 40 at best, New Age at worse. This sunny afternoon, no matter what song has popped into her head, she just couldn't help it. Even though she is completely awful at remembering the lyrics.]

Mercedes: “If you like Green Enchiladas...”

Cameraman: Uh, Mercedes? We're on.

Mercedes stops turns to the camera, startled.

Mercedes: Oh. There you are. It's finally here, High Stakes is this weekend. I'm excited, I'm sure you're excited, and the same can be said about my opponents, namely Mikah and Crystal. Speaking of Mikah. That's it? That's all you got, that's all you're going to go on? That I'm only "a pretty face"? Mikah, I don't know what to say. I don't know if I should take that as a complement or an insult - sure sounded like a complement to me, anyway - but I think you should remember you should never judge a book by its cover. Don't let this pretty little face fool you, pumpkin. You may have been in this business for ten years, but I've accomplished quite a lot in my career - and in half the time. In SCW, I'm more than just a pretty face, more than just another name, more than just another body to place in matches, and more than meets the eye.

There's a fire in here, there's a proven veteran in here, and before I stepped foot in this company, before I even decided to lace my wrestling boots for the first time in my career, I've been looked at as just another model, I was told hat I'll never make it. As it turns out, I proved them all wrong. And those same doubters and the critics and the naysayers turned into my favorite fans – the haters.

But, let's not sugarcoat it, Miks, this isn't really about me, this is really about you, as it should be. It's about whether or not you'll be walking out this Sunday still World Bombshell Champion. The fans think you stand a very good chance, and I doubt you'll be short of confidence that you will do just that.

The problem with that is, well, you're not dealing with Veronica Taylor or Amanda Cortez. This time around, you've got two opponents who are going to give you a fight at High Stakes. And honestly? I don't think it's a fight you can win. You can whine and bitch about Christian Underwood  and this silly vendetta you think he has against you, you can talk about how this match isn't fair, but sometimes life isn't fair now, is it?

[A faint smile touches the corner of her lips, but Mercedes takes her right hand and swipes over her face and as she does the smile disappears, now replaced with a serious expression.]

Mercedes: When you cost me my match against Crystal at the go-home show? That wasn't fair. When Veronica cost me my match in that four-way number one contendership, which you took advantage of to pin me and face Raynin, that wasn't fair. When I was screwed out of my first shot at the World Bombshell Championship some 14 months ago, that wasn't fair. In fact, it wasn't just not fair, it wasn't me being unlucky, it was a damn travesty. Something that I had to work my way up from since. Now, after everything I've accomplished in this company, the accolades, the title defenses, breaking records and reaching milestones, I have but one thing left to do. And that is to win the World Bombshell Championship and it doesn't matter who I haave to beat Sunday, the results will be the same: your reign is done, Mikah.

[After a breath, she met the camera's gaze, her deep brown eyes steady, her expression resolute.]

Mercedes:It's almost funny what you had to say about me, especially when you called me a kiss-ass. That's really admirable and all, but did you at least stop and think about what you said there before that came out of your mouth? Because it doesn't hold any weight. Let's see now.

[She holds her hands out and looks at each one in turn to illustrate weighing her options.]

Mercedes: Being a kiss ass or being the Hester Prynne of the Bombshells Division?

She raises her left hand higher than her right, a sign that she already had the obvious answer.

Mercedes: I think we have a winner here.

Mercedes turns to the camera, the edge still remains in her voice.

Mercedes: See, Mikah, what you caall being a *air quote* kiss ass, I call promoting the company to the fans, because they're the ones, let's not forget, who pays your bills, sweetheart. Look at Lord Raab. He represented SCW while booked in a match at a another promotion. Why? Because it's what you're supposed to do. As a matter of fact, it's any wonder why I'm the one actually doing all the promotional work when I''m not even the champion. What does it say when the one on the promotional posters and the hood ornament of the Bombshells lockerroom only cares about how many shots they can drink at the local bar with the co-owner of the company? You know what it says to me? It pretty much says that you're not fit to be champion. After all, with great power comes great responsibility. It's sad that you can't even drink responsibility if what we're to believe by your twitter feed. How you and Alexis manage to actually tweet complete sentences is a miracle in and of itself.

[Maybe Mikah thought she was some kind of role model for a number of things, but chances are none of them are for things that people generally aspire to. In any event, Mercedes was firm in her belief that the champion was setting a bad example to her fellow Bombshells, not that Mikah really cared.]

Mercedes: But I'm getting ahead of myself. Not only am I your biggest threat, but you know that Bombshell Roulette Championship you seem to gloss over? You're looking at the one who held that title for five months, who was still champion at the end of 2014 and into the new year, and the most successful champion in history. The title changes after Blaze of Glory?

[Mercedes dusts her hands.]

Mercedes: That's out of my hands and I've moved on to bigger and better things. If there is anyone who is going to get rid of the actual cancer in this company, it's going to be me. I just want you to know, Mikah, that while you have been on this fast track to success since your return, I'm not a stepping stone, I'm not a speed bump, I'm a road block in your way and there is no getting over, under, or around it. You're going to have to go through me if you ever hope of leaving High Stakes with that title around your waist.

[Mercedes crosses her arms in front of her in challenge.]

Mercedes: No tiene pelos en la lengua. Crees que eres el mejor, chica? Tres palabras simples – Demuéstrenmelo.

[Mercedes tosses her hair back as she rubs her hands together.]

Mercedes: One of my favorite cereals of all time is Frosted Shredded Wheat. I don't know, when you look at those pillow-like morsels, it kinda makes you think how do they do it. There's the frosted side...everybody looooves the frosted side. It's sweet, sugary goodness in every bite. But then there's the shredded side. It's a rough. Cold. Calculating. Nobody likes this side. Unfortunately, Crystal, for as long as we've known each other, all of the five years of it, you've gotten on my bad side. And that is something that you don't ever want to do. Perfection never fails, but Crystal, I think you've proven that you haven't exactly lived up to that little catchphrase.

Let's face it, Crystal. As your friend, I think I know you almost too well to say that. Do I think you can win Sunday? Nothing is impossible, but how far are you willing to go to become champion? It's been four years since you last held a world title, as you admitted. You know the last time I held a world title, Chrissie? Two years to the day this coming Sunday. And the last time I held a world title, not only did I become the inaugural champion, but I beat your BFF for that belt, and I beat YOU in my only title defense. Do you remember, Crystal? I don't blame you if you don't. That same company where I won that title didn't even last a full year. Nonetheless, Crystal, I'm looking forward to this match and continuing our rivalry, representing our countries and giving those fans a show they will never forget. But more importantly, High Stakes will be a night you won't forget either, because just as sure as I was able to win in my hometown, I plan on winning in your hometown as well.

But don't worry. When I win, I'll still let you hold my title, albeit briefly. Maybe I'll even give you my autograph, which is a lot better than ending up on my checklist once again. It's the very least I can do.

[Mercedes gives a dismissive wave at the camera.]

Mercedes: But back to you Mikah. The friction with Christian Underwood undoubtedly make for good television, don't get me wrong. The tryst with Mark Ward, not so much. Either way, I think I'll be doing SCW a huge favor when you're no longer champion. Which means, no more hall passes for you, missy. No more special lockeroom privileges, and no more shots, shots, shots, with Mark Ward. Hopefully he finally gets to his senses and realize you were nothing more but a Stephord Bombshell.

[Mercedes gives off an innocent shrug as a smirk crosses her face.]

Mercedes: I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know.

[Fade.]