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LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 13
SCENE: i
REC
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 2020
TIME: 7:45 AM
Mikah walks into the gym and raises an eyebrow as she sees Courtney Pierce, Coby Quik, and Kris Ryans in the ring working on only god knows what. Mikah glances back at Christian who was still following her around and she still didn’t have any clue as to why he was following her around without any logical reasoning. She’d gone to the doctor’s to see if there was anything else going on but she passed every test with flying colors. So, she just had grown to accept it and was even encouraging her own interaction with the ghost of him.
;;MIKAH “Are you all having fun?”
They all turn to look at her as she sits down in one of the chairs that was around the ring. She doesn’t look phased by the looks that they were giving her. She crosses one leg over the other as she looks up at them and watches as Kris leans against the ropes to look at her.
::KR “You could join us…”
Mikah looks up at him, a bored look in her eyes as she does so. She shrugs her shoulders but doesn’t seem to move from her chair.
;;MIKAH “You’re right. . .I could, but I don’t want to. I just went on a run and ew. I don’t need more sweat.”
Courtney rolls her eyes at Mikah, used to the annoyance that Mikah usually portrayed.
::CP “Then why are you even in the gym, Mikah?”
Mikah looks at Courtney and shrugs her shoulders as she leans back in the chair to get a little more comfortable.
;;MIKAH “Because I can be. Plus, I don’t need to be in that ring every day, Court. I have my skills mastered.”
Courtney rolls her eyes at Mikah before turning back to face Kris and Coby. Mikah smirks as she watches Court, Kris, and Coby work together before Kris turns to face Mikah once more. She raises an eyebrow at him.
::KR “C’mon Miks, get in the ring with us. We can do teams. Me and you versus Court and Coby. It’ll be good practice for the Barnharts.”
Mikah gives Kris a look as if she was offended by the words that had come out of his mouth. She stands up and pulls her tank top off to reveal her simple turquoise Nike bra that was paired with her super short Nike spandex black shorts. She moves and slides into the ring and gets face to face with Kris, looking up into his eyes.
;;MIKAH “What’s in it for me? And that’s insulting that you think that we need to prepare for the Barnharts, Kristopher. How many times do we have to beat them before Mark and Christian realize that they aren’t worth our time?”
Kris gives Mikah a look before shaking his head at her as they move into each corner. Mikah moves on the outside of the ropes and stands on the apron.
::KR “It still doesn’t mean that we don’t need to prepare, Miks.”
Mikah rolls her eyes at Kris as she leans against the ropes as Court moves on the other side of the ropes across from her. Kris gives Mikah a look.
;;MIKAH “We can only beat dead horse only so many times before it becomes repetitive and boring. I need something to spice it up.”
Kris gives Mikah a shake of his head before him and Coby start to square up to prepare for the match. Mikah leans against the ring post as she watches Kris and Coby work together. Mikah just stands around as she watches the pretend match between Coby and Kris.
-An hour later-
Mikah is laying in the middle of the ring after her and Kris were the proclaimed winners of the match. Kris nudges her with his foot as he looks down at her.
::KR “Get up, Miks. I know that you’re not out of shape.”
Mikah glares at him a little bit before sighing and getting up.
;;MIKAH “You owe me a drink or something.”
Kris raises an eyebrow at her before they get out of the ring and she shoots a look over to Christian who was in the corner. She cracks a smile at him before looking back at Kris.
::KR “How do you figure?”
She smirks at him as the walk out of the gym and she looks him over, her eyes moving up and down his body before she stops him in the hallway and looks up at him with that look in her eyes.
;;MIKAH “I don’t usually do that stuff in the ring and usually just do other stuff. But I did it, for you. So, you owe me.”
He shakes his head at her before running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it was already messed up.
::KR “Or I don’t owe you, this is what you signed up for.”
Mikah gives him a slightly dirty look as she folds her arms over her chest.
;;MIKAH “Maybe, I didn’t sign up to train with two other people. You, maybe, but not with others. I get that they’re in our group, and I like them well enough but it didn’t mean that I had to work with them.”
Kris sighs, clearly not wanting to deal with the conversation or argument that was brewing. She gives him a look before shaking her head at him.
::KR “Then I guess maybe you should learn to say the word no, Mikah.”
He turns to walk away but she grabs his arm to stop him, glaring at him.
;;MIKAH “And then get scrutinized by the three of you because I chose not to join in on your little game of fun? Right, because that’s fair Kristopher. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s done. I’m going to go shower and take Myles and Leighton out for lunch. You can come if you want but don’t feel obligated to come. I don’t want you to feel like you’re paying me back or anything. Jesus Christ.”
She turns and walks down the hallway, away from him. He watches her walk down the hallway before sighing and following in her direction. She pays him no mind before walking to the bathroom and turning the shower on to practically scalding hot. She starts to undress, peeling the bra off of her body and tossing it in the corner of the bathroom before wiggling the shorts down her thighs and stepping out of them. She jumps when the bathroom door open and she looks over to see Kris standing there. She gives him a look as she watches him press the lock button to the door and then peel his own shirt off as she steps into the shower. She adjusts the temperature, knowing he didn’t like it as hot as she did and within seconds, he was in the shower with her.
::KR “Nobody is going to scrutinize you, Miks. That’s not the name of the game for group. We just wanted to include you in on the training session.”
She looks at him as she steps under the spray of water and he watches her before stepping under as well, their bodies moving more together.
;;MIKAH “Maybe that’s not what the group is about but that doesn’t mean that it won’t happen, Kris. I’m not trying to be a bitch or whatever but it happens. And it’s fine.”
He sighs, not wanting to deal with the millions of moods that Mikah has but he just looks at her, water dripping down his face. She smiles a little at him as he looks at her.
::KR “It’s clearly not fine, Miks.”
Mikah just shrugs her shoulders as she steps closer to him again.
;;MIKAH “Maybe not. But I’ll get over it, okay? Just let it go, please.”
Kris shakes his head at her.
::KR “It’s not a bad thing to be prepared for the Barnharts even though we’ve beat them a few times before. We don’t want them to pull an upset on us, Miks. Being prepared is better than overlooking them as an easy win, okay? That’s all that we wanted to do today. And before you say it, I know that we have basically three weeks until we face them, but every little thing helps.”
They both hadn’t realized things about the other. Mikah was still seeing Christian Othniel in places where she shouldn’t see him and hadn’t voiced that to anybody else even though it concerned her.
;;MIKAH “Alright, I’m sorry then. Can we do that again this week and next week? I think it could help. Even though Court and Coby are ten thousand times better than Bea and Bill. And don’t tell them I said that.”
Kris smirks at her.
::KR “I’m so telling them you said that.”
Mikah scowls at him before kissing him.
“MOOD.”
LOCATION: ONLINE.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 8
SCENE: ii
REC
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2020
TIME: 5:45 PM
Hello Fans!
It’s been a long time since I’ve done a blog post to promote a match, but I thought I’d change things up a little bit. I hope you all don’t mind. Plus, I have a sick one year old that’s been attached to me all week and is finally sleeping in my arms. I didn’t want to put him down to film a promo for you all, so I’m settling on a blog post and hoping that it’s good enough for the both of you.
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been in the ring and I honestly miss it. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not prepared for next Sunday because I’ve been doing everything that I can to get in the ring and practice what I do best. I know a lot of you don’t think that I do that because I don’t tweet about it but I’ve never tweeted about going to the gym, it is just not my thing. If you wanted to know what I was doing every part of the day, you’d have to just follow me around. See, here’s the thing about my Twitter, I can post whatever the fuck I want to post on it. It’s my account, I don’t have to post about any upcoming match or anything that it’s involved with the company if I don’t want to. That’s the beauty of living in the US, we have that freedom. So, leave that there.
Now let’s talk about Bea and Billius Barnhart. Oh? It’s not Billius? I really don’t give a fuck what his name is at all. He could be called Frank for all I care. I don’t care what his name or what it isn’t, he is not my concern. He has to step into the ring with Kris, not myself. Do I need to worry about what he thinks about his ability in the ring? Because compared to Kristopher? He’s absolute jack shit in the ring when he’s being compared to Kristopher. Is that harsh? Maybe. Do I give a fuck? No, I don’t have any fucks to give to him or anybody else for that matter.
But you know who I do have to worry about? His ugly hag of a wife. Mean? Maybe. True? Definitely so. I am not sure that I follow the appeal to her or what she thinks she brings to the talent pool in the Bombshell locker room. Not that I have to worry about sharing a locker room with the likes of her, because I have a championship but still. I’m not sure that she has the same appeal that Evie Jordan has or even Dani Weston. And I can say both of those things with confidence. Or type them, to be more exact because I’m not speaking them. But it’s the same difference, is it not?
I’m sure she’ll use the fact that I haven’t been in a match in a few weeks against me. She’ll say that I’m not a fighting champion or something of the sort but the last match I was in? I’m pretty sure that Kristopher and I won with no questions asked. We are still undefeated as a team and don’t have to worry about whether or not we’re going to lose to the likes of the Barnharts. What more do we have to do to prove that we are better than they are? Oh, because they attacked us a few weeks ago they’re suddenly worth of getting a shot at us? Bitch please, they’re barely worthy to be in my presence.
My fans know who I am. They know what I’m capable of and almost everybody in that locker room knows exactly who the fuck I am without a blink of an eye. But you look at the likes of Bea Barnhart and you wonder what she even thinks she’s doing in the company as a competitor. I mean, I don’t even think she has the right to be here as a manager. Maybe as a circus clown though, I’m sure that SCW could use one of those as a stress reliever. Oh wait, that’s more of the nutjob’s job. 😉
You see, I’ve never been worried about stepping into the ring against Bea Barnhart. I’ve done it before and it was nothing to be worried about. She talks a big game, acts like she has what it takes to beat me but in the end? She fucking can’t do shit. Where’s a real challenge for Kristopher and myself? Why can’t we get people that actually want to try to take the championships from us? A team who doesn’t just want to lay down and take the L? Is there even such a thing? I highly doubt it. But I am waiting for Ben and Evie Jordan to form a team to take us on. That will be interesting to see.
There aren’t a lot of teams in the company that stand a chance to take the championships away from us, if I’m being completely and utterly honest. Bold of me to say, maybe but do you expect anything else from me? Hello, if you’re just tuning into me and don’t know a fuck about me, then that’s your problem. I know what I have done in the ring and what I’m about to do in that ring in eight days. And Bea and Billius? They don’t stand a chance against Kristopher and I. This is only our second defense of the championships and we’re not about to let them go so easily.
Should I be taking the match more seriously? Probably but is it worth stressing over? Definitely not. We’ve beaten them before and I guarantee that we will do it again in eight days. Don’t expect that to change just because Billius and Bea think that they stand a chance against the likes of Kristopher and I. It’s laughable, really. I mean, I’d be laughing out loud at the thought if I didn’t want to wake my sleeping son up. But really, come on. Anybody with a brain can see that Kristopher and I are miles ahead of Bea and Billius when it comes to the talent pool.
Talented or not, which we all know that the two brainless wonders are anything but that, it doesn’t matter. Kristopher and I as a team are unstoppable and I’d like to see the witless wonders try to beat us. I mean maybe they’ll surprise me and bring the fight to the ring next Sunday and give Kristopher and I a real challenge but it’s very unlikely.
There’s a reason that I came back to team with Kristopher, you know. I know that I’ve stated that I hated tag team wrestling in the past and that it would never happen but here I am, one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions with Kristopher as my partner. The only reason that I hated tag team wrestling before was because it was not a mixed tag division. I can honestly say that I trust Kristopher 110% as my partner and that’s the only reason I came back. I know that I can trust him. People will say that I came back to be a grand slam champion but that is still not something that I care about being. Am I one? Yes, obviously. But do I fucking care about it? Not one bit.
This was fun to type up but I’m going to go lie down with my son. See you soon!
Xoxo
Mikah.
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“MONSTER.”
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: i
REC
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2020
TIME: 5:45 PM
Mikah is seen sitting on the floor in a room that appeared to be all concrete. Off to the right of her, there were a few metal chairs that were knocked over on their sides as if they’d been thrown around. She looks as if she hadn’t seen a shower for a day or two and her hair was down and appeared to be wet and she didn’t have her extensions in, her hair only went to just below her shoulders. She was wearing a simple pair of gray sweatpants with one leg bunched up around her mid-calf and had a simple white tank top on that showed the straps to her black bra. Her make up was just slightly smudged under her eyes.
;;Mikah “Monsters, they exist right?”
Her eyes flicker up to the camera as it was across from her.
;;MIKAH “I mean, considering the fact that Brainless Bill wants to compare this match on Sunday with him and Bea against me and Kristopher to World War II, I would agree that there are monsters in the world. But I’m not the one making the comparisons of a match to a war. A war, that was against a Monster but I’m not sure that Kristopher or I could be considered monsters to the caliber of that man.”
She stares straight ahead for a moment, letting the camera film her just sitting there in silence. She takes a deep breath.
;;MIKAH “I’m not a good person. I’ve never claimed to be a good person and I never will claim to be one. Those words have never come out of my mouth but to compare Kristopher and I to the likes of Adolf Hitler? That’s pretty low, even for somebody like Brainless Bill and Befuddled Bea. Now, I don’t expect them to understand half the words that come out of my mouth because they’re some backwoods types of people and I’m not about that life. But if you want to make the comparison to World War II about our match, Brainless Bill, then you better yourself in Adolf Hitler’s shoes because your outcome is going to be the same as his. You’re still going to fucking lose.”
She rolls her eyes before picking at a loose string on her sweatpants. She looks around the room for a moment, her eyes a little shifty before she focuses back on the camera.
;;MIKAH “You keep bringing up that Kristopher lost to you in his first match back in the company, Brainless Bill. But what I want to know is, have you beat him since his return match? Nope. You’re still just a fucking loser like you will always be with a second rate wife and no life. You’re just going to keep spinning your wheels while insisting that you’re going to beat Kristopher and myself. And do I really need to be worrying about you? No, because you are not legally allowed to touch me in the ring. I don’t have to step in the ring with you but I could kick your ass if I absolutely had to, you know. And that’s a fact. I’ve faced bigger, badder, more stupid monsters than you. And I could take you down easily. I’d have you crying like a little bitch if it was allowed. So continue to compare me and Kristopher to those that tried to win that war. You’re going to lose so that makes you Hitler.”
She shakes her head before looking up at the ceiling.
;;MIKAH “I’ve been to war in that ring before. I’ve fought many monsters and I’ve fought my own personal battles, I don’t need to fight two idiots that don’t have a chance in hell of winning. But I’m going to do it because it’s fun. But there are things that I’ve done that nobody knows about. Nobody knows about the monsters I’ve faced on my own. Or that the demons keep coming back to me and I can’t shake them. But I’m still here, and I’m still fighting the monsters and the demons of my life. So taking on the likes of Brainless Bill and Befuddled Bea is going to be easier than some of the other things I’ve had to face in my life.”
She looks across from her, a blank look entering her eyes as her eyes land on Christian Othniel who was sitting across from her. She just stares at him, tears entering her eyes as she looks at his ghost like form. She was still confused about that entire situation but at the same time, she didn’t want to question it as she didn’t want to lose him.
;;MIKAH “Over ten years ago, I battled an eating disorder. And eating disorder that I still have a few struggles with today. But that was harder to fight than fighting either of these two will be. I’ve had to fight my own personal hell before and that is definitely harder than fighting the two Brainless wonders of SCW.”
She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.
;;MIKAH “Almost five years ago, I lost the one person I loved the most in the world to a drug overdose.”
She rubs her lips together as a tear drops down her cheek and she is quick to wipe it away as she stares at Christian’s ghostlike form.
;;MIKAH “And that? That was a hard pill to swallow. That was the biggest monster I’ve ever had to face.”
She hadn’t ever talked about how hard it was to face that demon. And she still really couldn’t face it, she couldn’t tell him to leave her alone. To let her live her life without him because she didn’t want to live her life without him. That much she knew.
;;MIKAH “It was even harder than losing my Bombshell championship for the first time. And that wasn’t a big of a deal compared to what happened barely a week later.”
She takes a deep breath as she continues to just stare at Christian, not even looking at the camera. She wipes her face to get rid of all the tears that were there.
;;MIKAH “Losing Christian Othniel was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to endure and it still haunts me to this day. People wondered why I didn’t ask for a rematch against Sam Marlowe back in February of 2016, well there’s your reason. I was barely clinging to life myself and I just…I didn’t care about wrestling or competed. I struggled with sobriety and I’m not just talking alcohol.”
She looks at Christian as he sits across from her. He rubs his hand over his face, listening to her speak so candidly to the camera.
;;MIKAH “I contemplated just you know walking away and never returning to anything that could be considered a life or a career. Because things didn’t matter to me anymore. I didn’t care if I won matches or if I lost matches and 2016 is the worst year of my career. 2015? Definitely the best but did I get any recognition for anything that I did in 2015? Nope because all of those sheep that are in the back thought that I was intoxicated every single Climax Control, which wasn’t true. I only drank on the shows where I wasn’t booked in a match. I didn’t risk anybody’s lives in the ring like the fucking imbeciles in the back like to think I did. But you know, that’s another story. We’re talking about monsters.”
She takes a deep breath as her eyes stay locked on Christian Othniel. She hated talking about his death and how it affected her and how it still affects her.
;;MIKAH “I will never get over that Christian chose drugs over me and his child, that will always haunt me. But I’m stronger than my monsters and the skeletons in my closet.”
She pauses for a moment or two as she stares at him and the camera pans over to see what she was looking at but there was nothing but a wall there. The camera moves back to Mikah as she lean against the wall, one leg bent up and her forearm resting on her knee and the other leg straight out in front of her.
;;MIKAH “I know that people like to discredit me as a competitor. I know they say that I talk a big game. And that I like to take my opponents for granted. I’m not stupid, I hear what the morons in the back say about me but you know what that says to me?”
She looks into the lens of the camera, a cold hearted look in her eyes.
;;MIKAH “That I’m the monster in their story. Because I was the monster that they couldn’t slay or beat to get whatever it was that they needed to achieve. Look at the nutjob, I’ve beaten her so many times that it’s become boring and bland to me. And don’t even get me started on Mercedes Vargas.”
She rolls her eyes at the thought of her.
;;MIKAH “You see, Befuddled Bea, your claim that you gave me bumps and bruises that I never got over is a lie. You might have held your own in that one match, but there were aches or pains or bruises that you speak of. You’re a liar and I hate liars. I won that match for Kristopher and myself, and while you brought it to me, according to you, not me, it doesn’t matter if you can hold your own in that ring against me or not. I’m one half of the Mixed Tag Team champions, not you. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some mother fucking liar take it from me.”
She shakes her head at the camera.
;;MIKAH “You’re not horrible in the ring, I’ll give you that. But you don’t match up to me and my talent in that ring. I’ve worked too long, and too hard to have the ability to do what I do in that ring without a second thought. It’s like breathing to me, being in that ring and nobody’s ever believed me before. Nobody thought that when I returned in July that I’d be ready to be back after nearly two years off from competing. They all thought that I’d be riddled with ring rust and that I’d fall flat on my face like they wanted me to. But that didn’t happen.”
She reaches up and brushes the wet strands of her hair out of her face as she continues to look at the camera before her eyes once again fall to Christian Othniel once more. She just stares at him as another tear drops down her cheek.
;;MIKAH “After everything that I’ve been through and after everything that I’ve put myself through, I’m not going to let myself lose to the likes of Befuddled Bea and Brainless Bill. My career has come too far to let the likes of those two imbeciles take the championships from Kristopher and myself.”
She tucks her blonde hair behind her ear as she stares at the wall in front of her where she could see Christian Othniel’s ghost form but to everybody else, there was nobody else.
;;MIKAH “You should be worried, Befuddled Bea. You should be really worried.”
She didn’t bother looking up at the camera as she keeps eye contract with Christian Othniel. She breathes in deeply and slowly lets it out as she tries her best to keep control over her emotions that seemed to be all over the place.
;;MIKAH “Because I’m going to be the monster in this match, the monster that you’re going to be scared to face. Because I’m better than you, I’d say bigger than you but physically, you’re bigger than I am but my talent? It’s way bigger than yours. I don’t need a man to make my career relevant. Remember, I am the measuring stick that people compare the rookie bombshells too. Is it my fault that people compare the newbies to the likes of me? No but that does mean that my talent overshadows yours in this match, Befuddled Bea. And you better realize just who the hell you’re messing with.”
She looks across the room at Christian again, her eyes looking him over as she smiles softly at him. She struggled with her emotions when it came to him. She wasn’t able to sort them out and keep them from her face.
;;MIKAH “You think this is going to be a walk in the park for you and Brainless Bill. I know I talk about myself a lot and that my skills are better than your-which, they are don’t forget that-but Kristopher? He’s no walk in the park and Brainless Bill should know that. Sure, you got the win over him in his return match but he hasn’t lost a match since then, has he?”
She pulls her eyes away from Christian to look at the camera, a smirk playing on her pretty face. She was always sure of Kristopher’s talent, even when he was the first one to put himself down.
;;MIKAH “Kristopher is the best in that ring in his division. He might not agree with what I’m saying but he is. He’s not in your face about his own talent like I am but I wouldn’t team with just anybody. I wouldn’t put my trust in anybody else. Well, Despy is excluded; I’d trust Despy with my life. Just like I trust Kristopher with it; they’re the only two people alive that I trust with my entire being. But back on topic, I trust that Kristopher has my back in that ring no matter what. I don’t have to worry about him not pulling his own weight because that’s what he does and he’s good at it. I’d say he’s better than I am but let’s not push it.”
She winks at the camera before letting her eyes fall back to the same spot as before.
;;MIKAH “But this isn’t going to be a battle between Kristopher and I. Oh no, it’s going to be a battle for the Brainless Wonders of SCW. They think they have a chance to win on Sunday when they have none. They’re living in a fantasy world where life is all sunshine and daisies. And Brainless Bill thinks that we’re going to let him win because he’s considering this match his birthday present. He thinks we’re going to gift wrap the championships for him and his befuddled wife and just hand them over. But he’s just as brainless as he appears to be.”
She shakes her head as she looks down at her lap for a second, her hair falling to the sides of her face for a moment. She looks back up as she looks at the camera, ignoring the ghost form of Christian Othniel.
;;MIKAH “Here’s a lesson that you’re going to have to learn right now, Brainless Bill.”
She leans in just a little bit with a smirk on her pretty face.
;;MIKAH “Nobody gives a fuck that your birthday was a few days ago. Who the fuck cares if you’re another year older and another year that we have to suffer through the boredom of your promos? If anything, you should be giving gifts to the entire locker room”
She rolls her eyes at the thought of it.
;;MIKAH “Because we’re the ones that have to suffer through your promos. We should be compensated for it.”
She takes a minute to think as she looks back over at the ghost form of Christian Othniel. He smiles at her and she smiles back at him. She knew that him being here was impossible and that something was more than likely wrong, but she didn’t care. She loved it.
;;MIKAH “What happens when you get tired of losing to Kristopher and myself? Are you going to go on strike, Brainless wonders of SCW? I mean, I’m pretty good at getting people to go on strike against me. It’s a hidden talent.”
She winks at the camera before letting a small laugh slip from her lips.
;;MIKAH “But you two don’t seem the type to throw a fit because you lose a match or two or fifteen. Which, maybe that’s your only redeeming quality; maybe it’s the dependability. I’m not entirely sure.”
She shrugs her shoulders as she looks at Christian again before standing up and adjusting her tank top just a little bit to make it not appear as badly as it looked when she was sitting down.
;;MIKAH “You two have every right to be worried when Sunday comes. You should be worried what you’re going to tell your family when you get home Sunday night or Monday morning. Tell them how you failed once again to capture gold and how you’re failures at not only life but at wrestling too.”
She smirks as she kicks the chair out of her way, making it slide across the room and hit the wall on the other side of the room.
;;MIKAH “Or maybe tell them that you just didn’t want the championships that much. Or you can tell them the truth. Tell them how mine and Kristopher’s talent is lightyears ahead of yours and we are just that much better than you two are.”
She walks toward the door before stopping and looking at the camera before her eyes move back to Christian again.
;;MIKAH “While some monsters are easily to slay, just remember Brainless Bill, you brought this on yourself when you compared this match to World War II. And while you were hoping that you were going to be the good guys that won the war, I’m here to remind you that you’re not. And that you don’t have any chance in winning on Sunday.”
She smirks before opening the door to walk out.
;;MIKAH “Because that’s what villains do.”