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« on: November 22, 2024, 10:28:10 PM »There was something about being in a hospital that just never set right with her. It could be because anytime she’s ever been in a hospital it was associated with something catastrophic. Prime example: everything that was going on right now with her brother. A lot of a nineteen year old to see and experience. Her brother was only three years older than her. Being there was a massive brain bleed.
Something that required surgery. Having to hear he may never wrestle again. Something that was his ultimate dream. There are even some concerns of being able to do basic day to day things on his own. It was a scary ordeal. But being the supporting sibling she was. She was there for her brother. She put on a brave face and tried to not show any weakness. That’s something the entire family had been taught.
She had stopped just outside of the door of the room her brother was staying in to recover. Taking a deep breath in. Then blowing it out. Doing what she could to compose herself. Before reaching for the door and slowly pushing it open. Taking those couple of steps in and then shutting the door behind her. Her eyes wandered around the room. All that was in the room was her brother.
Jayden lay there in the bed with that massive head bandage on his head. With his eyes closed, but with hearing the door open. One of his eyes opened to see her standing there.
MIKHALIA: Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.
JAYDEN: Eh. Not like I get any sleep around here anyway.
The visible pain that he was in was obvious. He gritted his teeth and winched a bit hard when starting to pull himself up into a sitting position. She remained quiet for a second just taking a seat in a chair at the side of his bed. She looked over at her brother. He was just glaring at the ceiling. That sour expression on his face was a telling sign. A sign that there was just hatred that ran through his veins.
Although he might not have always been the nicest to her. That kind of thing came with a sibling rivalry especially when they weren’t all that far apart in age and with him being the older of the two. She did however feel for him. That was her brother. There was love there. If she could have made anything better she could, but this was out of her realm. Clearing her throat softly.
MIKHALIA: Where’s mom and dad?
It at least made him break his concentration. Whatever he was focusing on and likely just making him more bitter was put on the back burner for that second. His eyes shifted over to her.
JAYDEN: They were headed for the airport.
MIKHALIA: Oh yeah that’s right. High Stakes. The Hall of Fame. All that jazz.
JAYDEN: Yeah, all that shit.
There was something about his tone that even made him sound angry and bitter. Maybe not meaning to be bitter towards his parents. But just angry and bitter with what they were doing. Something that he couldn’t do. She didn’t want to put too much focus on where they were or anything like that. For the sake of not upsetting him any further. She just reached out and gently patted the top of his hand.
MIKHALIA: Well I am here. I’ll keep you company for the weekend.
She let a smile across her lips. In her mind she was doing the right thing, but the look on Jayden’s face was another telling sign.
JAYDEN: Why? It’s the weekend. Shouldn’t you be competing somewhere?
MIKHALIA: Oh no. I have kind of taken a step back. Little bookings right now.
JAYDEN: But why Mikhalia? What’s the point in doing that?
MIKHALIA: You know bub. There’s just a lot going on right now. Lots of worry about. Lots to focus on. Lots to put before my own selfish wants and desires. Our family needs me to be present. You need me to be around. As much as you won’t admit it.
She tried to make the situation seem a bit on the lighthearted side. Jayden on the other hand just glared in her direction. Clearly not in the mood for such a thing. Not that he ever was.
MIKHALIA: It’s just obvious to me that things need to be put on the back burner right now. Wrestling will always be there. I can go back when the time is right.
For a couple of seconds there was nothing more than silence amongst the two siblings. Jayden finds himself starting to shake his head some.
JAYDEN: You don’t need to put anything on hold. Especially not for me.
MIKHALIA: Hmmm?
JAYDEN: You heard what I said. There’s no point in you putting anything on old. You’ve got just as bright of a career as I once did. Gotta work on that nice girl image and toughen up a bit, but you got a chance to be something in this business. You need to take advantage of that!
MIKHALIA: I don’t know Jayden...
She found herself shaking her head. There was a level of uncertainty in her voice when she made those comments.
MIKHALIA: I am questioning if wrestling is even for me anymore. I see what you are going through right now. At the age of twenty two. Your career might be over. Everything you ever wanted, just gone. The dream you worked hard to have. It’s all over within the snap of fingers. And all because someone didn’t like you? All because someone was upset about some things you said? That’s going too far, Jayden!
She stood up from the chair now. Her nerves really get to her and make her start to pace the floor directly in front of the bed.
MIKHALIA: And then there’s dad. I hold nothing against him. He gave us the best life he could, but that required him missing out on so many major milestones. I remember every birthday of mine he couldn’t make it home in time for. Six of them to be exact. I remember all the times he missed out on being there for my volleyball games and my cheer competitions. I remember the times where he couldn’t make it home in time for christmas. Those types of things stick out in a child’s mind.
Taking one of those slender hands of hers. She raked it through her long brown hair in a little bit of a stressed out manner.
MIKHALIA: One day I think I am going to want to be a mom. I can’t imagine having to put my own kids through that. I would feel awful missing out on key points of their life. And I know dad did feel bad about it, but it still happened. I don’t think I am built like that, Not to mention look at what he’s doing right now.
JAYDEN: Mikhalia...
MIKHALIA: No, listen to me, Jayden. He’s nearing his mid fifties. He said he retired last year, but he let someone get under his skin. He is acting out in retaliation. He’s putting himself in a dangerous situation. Not thinking about the reality of any harmful possibilities that could come with a death match. I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to be bitter or act out in retaliation. I don’t want to make bad decisions and not care about how that affects people or how it could affect myself!
That stressful expression remained plastered all over her face. Finally finding it in herself to stop pacing back and forth. Letting her eyes come up and finally look back over at her brother. He had himself sitting up a little more in that bed. His annoyed expression is still there as well.
JAYDEN: Are you done? Ready to finally listen?
MIKHALIA: Yeah...
She looked almost a little ashamed of herself. Coming back to reality and seeing that she was acting out a little bit on the irrational side. Something that wasn’t like her, but she had all these bottled up expressions and feelings within herself. Taking those few steps back over to her chair. She sat down, keeping her attention with her brother.
JAYDEN: First and foremost. You’re nothing like our father. I don’t mean that as a way to throw shade or to be a dick. As much as he gets under my skin. You’re nothing like him. The exact opposite to be exact. If anything I’m the one that’s a chip off the old block.
MIKHALIA: You kinda are. No lie.
JAYDEN: Didn’t need you to confirm that, but anyway. Because you are nothing like him. You will easily be able to avoid certain mistakes that he made. You’ll know what’s important. What’s not important. You’ll know how to carry yourself and have a leveled head. That will make you one of the best wrestlers in the world because you won’t be acting off emotion like so many of them do nowadays. And as far as the shit with me goes...
There was a sudden pause from Jayden. Everything that he had been trying to avoid as feeling any other emotion other than anger was hitting him. Handling it as best as he could. Fighting back letting too much of it pour out of him at once.
JAYDEN: I’m a prick. Always have been. Probably always will be. There’s no denying that I have gotten under people’s skin and maybe some things were justified in happening to me. Maybe not to go as far as they did, but what’s done is done. If this is the end for me. That’s something that I have to deal with, but just like you’re different from dad. You’re different from me. Majorly different. It’ll be hard for anyone to dislike you. It’ll be difficult for anyone to want to do the things they did to me to you. You’re just sweet for all of that. Like I said, gotta work on that, but it’ll work to your advantage for now.
For the first time since everything had happened. Jayden let a smirk cross his lips. Very much showing a glimpse of his old self before this injury had taken place.
JAYDEN: Besides, someone has to carry this family’s legacy on. If it can’t be me. Might as well be the second best thing. So please. Do me a favor, Mik. Don’t waste your talent. Don’t put anything on the back burner for me. There’s no need to worry about me at all. I’ll be fine in the end. Whether it’s a career ended or not. I’ll be fine. Now is your time. So go out there and be the young goat you’ve always meant to be.
It had meant a lot to her that he finally treated her with some legitimate respect. Treated her like an equal and actually treated her like his little sister. A moment that she didn’t know she’d ever experience again, but this was something she’d forever remember. Finding herself standing back up.
MIKHALIA: All I can do is promise that I will do my best. I’ve got a long way to go before I am at the level you or Dad got to, but if you’re sure. Then I’ll give it my best foot forward.
JAYDEN: You got this.
MIKHALIA: And I think I know the first phone call I am going to make.
JAYDEN: Well just make sure it’s worth your time and good luck!
She found herself looking back over at him. That genuine smile that crossed over her brother’s lips was so heartwarming. For him to go through everything he had gone through and then be willing to support her in this journey. That said a lot about his character. Maybe just maybe he wasn’t the spawn of Satan like everyone thought. Her emotion overcame her with the way she was being supported.
Rushing over those few steps and wrapped her arms around her older brother. Squeezing tight. Forgetting for that brief moment that he was still in pain, but she had to express her gratitude somehow. Once she broke that embrace she reached into the pocket of her low riding jeans to pull out her phone. Stepping out of the room to begin to dial a number. A big change was about to take place for her.
Something that required surgery. Having to hear he may never wrestle again. Something that was his ultimate dream. There are even some concerns of being able to do basic day to day things on his own. It was a scary ordeal. But being the supporting sibling she was. She was there for her brother. She put on a brave face and tried to not show any weakness. That’s something the entire family had been taught.
She had stopped just outside of the door of the room her brother was staying in to recover. Taking a deep breath in. Then blowing it out. Doing what she could to compose herself. Before reaching for the door and slowly pushing it open. Taking those couple of steps in and then shutting the door behind her. Her eyes wandered around the room. All that was in the room was her brother.
Jayden lay there in the bed with that massive head bandage on his head. With his eyes closed, but with hearing the door open. One of his eyes opened to see her standing there.
MIKHALIA: Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.
JAYDEN: Eh. Not like I get any sleep around here anyway.
The visible pain that he was in was obvious. He gritted his teeth and winched a bit hard when starting to pull himself up into a sitting position. She remained quiet for a second just taking a seat in a chair at the side of his bed. She looked over at her brother. He was just glaring at the ceiling. That sour expression on his face was a telling sign. A sign that there was just hatred that ran through his veins.
Although he might not have always been the nicest to her. That kind of thing came with a sibling rivalry especially when they weren’t all that far apart in age and with him being the older of the two. She did however feel for him. That was her brother. There was love there. If she could have made anything better she could, but this was out of her realm. Clearing her throat softly.
MIKHALIA: Where’s mom and dad?
It at least made him break his concentration. Whatever he was focusing on and likely just making him more bitter was put on the back burner for that second. His eyes shifted over to her.
JAYDEN: They were headed for the airport.
MIKHALIA: Oh yeah that’s right. High Stakes. The Hall of Fame. All that jazz.
JAYDEN: Yeah, all that shit.
There was something about his tone that even made him sound angry and bitter. Maybe not meaning to be bitter towards his parents. But just angry and bitter with what they were doing. Something that he couldn’t do. She didn’t want to put too much focus on where they were or anything like that. For the sake of not upsetting him any further. She just reached out and gently patted the top of his hand.
MIKHALIA: Well I am here. I’ll keep you company for the weekend.
She let a smile across her lips. In her mind she was doing the right thing, but the look on Jayden’s face was another telling sign.
JAYDEN: Why? It’s the weekend. Shouldn’t you be competing somewhere?
MIKHALIA: Oh no. I have kind of taken a step back. Little bookings right now.
JAYDEN: But why Mikhalia? What’s the point in doing that?
MIKHALIA: You know bub. There’s just a lot going on right now. Lots of worry about. Lots to focus on. Lots to put before my own selfish wants and desires. Our family needs me to be present. You need me to be around. As much as you won’t admit it.
She tried to make the situation seem a bit on the lighthearted side. Jayden on the other hand just glared in her direction. Clearly not in the mood for such a thing. Not that he ever was.
MIKHALIA: It’s just obvious to me that things need to be put on the back burner right now. Wrestling will always be there. I can go back when the time is right.
For a couple of seconds there was nothing more than silence amongst the two siblings. Jayden finds himself starting to shake his head some.
JAYDEN: You don’t need to put anything on hold. Especially not for me.
MIKHALIA: Hmmm?
JAYDEN: You heard what I said. There’s no point in you putting anything on old. You’ve got just as bright of a career as I once did. Gotta work on that nice girl image and toughen up a bit, but you got a chance to be something in this business. You need to take advantage of that!
MIKHALIA: I don’t know Jayden...
She found herself shaking her head. There was a level of uncertainty in her voice when she made those comments.
MIKHALIA: I am questioning if wrestling is even for me anymore. I see what you are going through right now. At the age of twenty two. Your career might be over. Everything you ever wanted, just gone. The dream you worked hard to have. It’s all over within the snap of fingers. And all because someone didn’t like you? All because someone was upset about some things you said? That’s going too far, Jayden!
She stood up from the chair now. Her nerves really get to her and make her start to pace the floor directly in front of the bed.
MIKHALIA: And then there’s dad. I hold nothing against him. He gave us the best life he could, but that required him missing out on so many major milestones. I remember every birthday of mine he couldn’t make it home in time for. Six of them to be exact. I remember all the times he missed out on being there for my volleyball games and my cheer competitions. I remember the times where he couldn’t make it home in time for christmas. Those types of things stick out in a child’s mind.
Taking one of those slender hands of hers. She raked it through her long brown hair in a little bit of a stressed out manner.
MIKHALIA: One day I think I am going to want to be a mom. I can’t imagine having to put my own kids through that. I would feel awful missing out on key points of their life. And I know dad did feel bad about it, but it still happened. I don’t think I am built like that, Not to mention look at what he’s doing right now.
JAYDEN: Mikhalia...
MIKHALIA: No, listen to me, Jayden. He’s nearing his mid fifties. He said he retired last year, but he let someone get under his skin. He is acting out in retaliation. He’s putting himself in a dangerous situation. Not thinking about the reality of any harmful possibilities that could come with a death match. I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to be bitter or act out in retaliation. I don’t want to make bad decisions and not care about how that affects people or how it could affect myself!
That stressful expression remained plastered all over her face. Finally finding it in herself to stop pacing back and forth. Letting her eyes come up and finally look back over at her brother. He had himself sitting up a little more in that bed. His annoyed expression is still there as well.
JAYDEN: Are you done? Ready to finally listen?
MIKHALIA: Yeah...
She looked almost a little ashamed of herself. Coming back to reality and seeing that she was acting out a little bit on the irrational side. Something that wasn’t like her, but she had all these bottled up expressions and feelings within herself. Taking those few steps back over to her chair. She sat down, keeping her attention with her brother.
JAYDEN: First and foremost. You’re nothing like our father. I don’t mean that as a way to throw shade or to be a dick. As much as he gets under my skin. You’re nothing like him. The exact opposite to be exact. If anything I’m the one that’s a chip off the old block.
MIKHALIA: You kinda are. No lie.
JAYDEN: Didn’t need you to confirm that, but anyway. Because you are nothing like him. You will easily be able to avoid certain mistakes that he made. You’ll know what’s important. What’s not important. You’ll know how to carry yourself and have a leveled head. That will make you one of the best wrestlers in the world because you won’t be acting off emotion like so many of them do nowadays. And as far as the shit with me goes...
There was a sudden pause from Jayden. Everything that he had been trying to avoid as feeling any other emotion other than anger was hitting him. Handling it as best as he could. Fighting back letting too much of it pour out of him at once.
JAYDEN: I’m a prick. Always have been. Probably always will be. There’s no denying that I have gotten under people’s skin and maybe some things were justified in happening to me. Maybe not to go as far as they did, but what’s done is done. If this is the end for me. That’s something that I have to deal with, but just like you’re different from dad. You’re different from me. Majorly different. It’ll be hard for anyone to dislike you. It’ll be difficult for anyone to want to do the things they did to me to you. You’re just sweet for all of that. Like I said, gotta work on that, but it’ll work to your advantage for now.
For the first time since everything had happened. Jayden let a smirk cross his lips. Very much showing a glimpse of his old self before this injury had taken place.
JAYDEN: Besides, someone has to carry this family’s legacy on. If it can’t be me. Might as well be the second best thing. So please. Do me a favor, Mik. Don’t waste your talent. Don’t put anything on the back burner for me. There’s no need to worry about me at all. I’ll be fine in the end. Whether it’s a career ended or not. I’ll be fine. Now is your time. So go out there and be the young goat you’ve always meant to be.
It had meant a lot to her that he finally treated her with some legitimate respect. Treated her like an equal and actually treated her like his little sister. A moment that she didn’t know she’d ever experience again, but this was something she’d forever remember. Finding herself standing back up.
MIKHALIA: All I can do is promise that I will do my best. I’ve got a long way to go before I am at the level you or Dad got to, but if you’re sure. Then I’ll give it my best foot forward.
JAYDEN: You got this.
MIKHALIA: And I think I know the first phone call I am going to make.
JAYDEN: Well just make sure it’s worth your time and good luck!
She found herself looking back over at him. That genuine smile that crossed over her brother’s lips was so heartwarming. For him to go through everything he had gone through and then be willing to support her in this journey. That said a lot about his character. Maybe just maybe he wasn’t the spawn of Satan like everyone thought. Her emotion overcame her with the way she was being supported.
Rushing over those few steps and wrapped her arms around her older brother. Squeezing tight. Forgetting for that brief moment that he was still in pain, but she had to express her gratitude somehow. Once she broke that embrace she reached into the pocket of her low riding jeans to pull out her phone. Stepping out of the room to begin to dial a number. A big change was about to take place for her.
“ Hello S C Dub! ”
The bright smiling expression of the young woman could be seen with the camera shot finding itself opening up. With the cameras panning out a little more. It was revealed that she happened to be standing at the highest lookout point of Finger Rock Trail right there in Tucson. She waved for a brief moment before she continued.
“ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mikhalia. I’m a young nineteen year old wrestler. That just so happens to have a dad that’s famous for being a wrestling legend. Something, I don’t like to really bring up because I do not want to get the reputation of being a spoiled brat. Nor do I want people to get this idea or belief that I never had to work for anything. That daddy just handed me anything and everything that I ever wanted. Because that couldn’t be any further than the truth. ”
Mikhalia couldn’t help but shake her head a little bit.
“ Of course. I know that no matter what people are going to form their opinions and their beliefs. Whether or not they have proof to back it up or not. But I assure you that my dad made me work hard to be the wrestler I am today. At first he did everything he could to curb my interest. Said it wasn’t for me. He told me that he didn’t think I could physically get through a match. But the one thing that stuck out more than anything is when he looked me in the eyes and told me I didn’t have the mental or emotional state to make it. Declared the wrestling business would chew me up and spit me out.
Oddly enough being told that just made me more interested and more determined to be involved. Maybe someone deep down I have that infamous ego this family is known for and I just couldn’t take no for an answer. I pushed his buttons again and again. I pestered him every chance I got. I made sure I got under his skin until he finally agreed to let me be a part of the business. Not just be part of it but agreed to be the man that trained me. Show me everything he knows. From developing that mental edge that he talked about all the way down to being one of the best at the actual physical aspect of things. ”
There was just a certain level of excitement and bubbliness that came out of her when she spoke. That was more than likely bound to get under someone’s skin, but at least if anything at all. She was genuine when it came to her love for the business. Taking a few steps closer to the edge of that cliff to look out over with the light breeze blowing her hair about.
“ First thing he said before we climbed into the ring was he spent over twenty years defining himself and making a career that will stand the test of time. The last thing he was going to allow was one of his children ruin that legacy by not being as good as he was. Again there’s a chance he said that to scare me, but I also know he meant every word he said. Before showing me what he had gone through to become everything that he did. There was no holding back just because I was his kid.
No holding back just because I was a girl. He slammed me on that mat with everything he had. There were a couple of times I questioned whether or not I’d be able to stand up. He cleaned my clock on more than one occasion. For no other reason to make me understand this wasn’t as fake as some people said it was. As well as to make me understand that if I was going to be as good as I wanted to be. I was going to have to be able to take people’s best shots and get back up.
There were countless times he would have me on the verge of tears with the way he beat me down. With the way that he made me question myself. With some of the things he said to me. He did not hold back at all. But I think the thing that impressed him the most is not once did quitting ever cross my mind. Like I said I questioned myself. I didn’t know if I could ever be as viscous as he was teaching me to be inside the squared circle. Didn’t know if I could ever be as brutal with my words as he was wanting me to be.
But I never once thought about quitting. Each time I got knocked down. I got right back up. Each time he laid it on thick. I started to fight back and lay it on just as thick. I learned to use my own personal hell as fuel to keep me going and to keep me in the fight. I showed him that when the time came I was going to be just alright on my own in the ring. Gave him a reason to truly be proud of me. Knowing that the next generation of wrestling would be just fine with me around. That truly made me proud. ”
She continued to beam with pride. Taking that second to think back about all her hardships to get to the point she was at now. It was all worth it.
“ After I got that seal of approval. I then had to go out there and make a name for myself. Not once did I throw my dad’s name around or try to use that for some kind of leverage. No, I wanted to be my own person and succeed because of my own talents. I’ve competed for the most shady of wrestling promotions. I’ve competed for promotions where they couldn’t pay me. I’ve worked for promotions on a hot dog and a handshake deal. Worked with companies that could only twelve fans. Been at the lowest of lows with this business but on the flip side of it. I’ve been at the highest of highs too.
Worked for companies that put faith in me and wanted to showcase me. I've competed for promotions that have put me against their best talent in order to give me something to sink my teeth into and to learn from that experience. I’ve had a chance to compete for companies where they paid me what I was worth and then was so impressed with the skill set I brought or the match I gave them. They pulled me aside and gave me a bonus to my pay rate. Grateful for every single experience I have had. Good or bad, but with that being said. I am ready for more. ”
Nodding her head a little. From there she found herself lowering down to the ground. Taking a seat on that dirt ground. Letting her legs swing over that cliff and just dangle there. Clearly a dangerous situation to be in, but oddly enough something about it brought her some peace.
“ By wanting more I mean I want to showcase my talents on a bigger stage. Something I haven’t been able to do at this point. Something that has always been in the back of mind as far as something I wanted to do, but I knew I’d have to work to get there and I knew it would have to be the right time as well as the right situation. After putting in the work. Getting myself to this point and after some recent events in life that has made me motivated. I made the call a few days ago.
I talked to the folks in charge of Sin City Wrestling. Shout out to Mark and Christian for being true professionals. In speaking to them I told them I wanted an opportunity. Not asking for anything over the top. I just wanted a chance to compete at a level I haven’t before and a chance to be able to see if this is the place for me. See if there might be a future with the company somewhere down the road. To which they both informed me of the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble.
An open over the top rope battle royal for anyone on the roster. As well as open to anyone that doesn’t have a contract and just wants to see how they measure up against the talent this place has to offer. With the winner that can go the distance. They get a shot at any given championship they want and it’ll take place before the end of the year. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m like anyone else. Who wouldn’t want a chance to be champion? Duh, it’s a no brainer. But it isn’t the thing that’s driving me to this match.
No, the thing that is driving me is knowing that I am going to get a chance to get in the ring and mix it up with some of the best that this company has to offer. You can look at this roster and see the vast levels of competition. Without the sake of sounding rude. A few of them you could see wouldn’t pose a threat to you at all. There’s a few of them that you can see are clearly out of their mind and carry themselves to be bigger than what they are. That’s with every wrestling company.
No real point in giving them the time of day. Because no matter what you say to them. It’ll go in one ear and out the other. No matter how much you show them what reality is. They’ll turn a blind eye to it and act like it isn’t real. But this place does have some very good talent. You can just sense those that are going to give you the fight of your life. You can get a feel for those that are going to push you to your limits. That’s the type of level of competition I inspire to have in my career consistently! ”
Mikhalia could feel the tiny little goosebumps that were forming on her skin.
“ I look forward to sharing the ring with the likes of Alexandra Calaway. A woman that has dedicated her life to this business. Very much like my father did. A woman that never took no for an answer. A woman that’s fought through some of the most viscous matches that have ever been created for women. A woman that has bled, sweat, and cried in the middle of that ring. But you want to make me the most impressed by Alexandra? She’s someone that doesn’t give up. She’s not someone that quits. She’s not someone that just rolls over and dies. I am more than sure she’d be willing to admit and tell you about her shortcomings as of late.
From failing to earn herself a shot at the Roulette Championship last month. To the times she’s come up short in her journey with Miles to become the Mixed Tag Team Championships. But as much as those losses might sting. As much as that kind of thing can pile up. She doesn’t let it mold her. She doesn’t let it keep her down. That’s pretty gosh darn admirable if you ask me. I’d go as far as saying that Alexandra is a certified legend for women’s wrestling. Being able to get in the ring with her. Whether or not, it leads to me eliminating her and winning. Or if it ends up with her tossing my behind out of the ring on her own journey to victory. It’ll be an iconic moment for me. One I’ll cherish for the rest of my career.
Then there’s someone like Mercedes Vargas. She’s a woman that has helped mold the entire Bombshell Division. She has been at the top of the mountain with being the Bombshell Champion. Not once, but twice. She at one point could have considered herself to be the Queen of the Bombshell Roulette division. Holding that championship four separate times. Not an easy task to do when you head into every Roulette match blinded. Never know what the stipulation is going to be until the wheel decides. Even climbing the ranks of the Bombshell Internet division, the now defunct Bombshell Tag Team Division, and the Mixed Tag Team Division. Mercedes without a doubt earned her spot in the SCW Hall of Fame.
Of course, I get that she’s for the reputation of being a mean girl. I understand that just by me saying that I look forward to being in the ring with her isn’t going to be something that she gives a damn about. That’s her right to do so. It’s her right to carry herself that way. I’ve met a lot of women in my short time wrestling that have had egos similar to Mercedes. Not a single one of them being anywhere near as good as her. None of that ego being justified. So at least it will be a breath of fresh air to deal with someone that actually has earned that right to be that way. But don’t let it go to your head too much Ms. Vargas. I might be a rookie, but I’m not like any other rookie you’ve faced. Keep that in mind. ”
Every word that came from the young woman was respectful. She highlighted two of the women that she would no doubt meet in the middle of the ring and didn’t take the same route that most did. Showcasing that she was different.
“ Of course with this type of match. You might have those few that are confirmed. Those few that you are looking forward to stepping into the ring with, but the biggest thing about this match is the fact it’s wide open and it’s going to be full of surprises. Big-big surprises and that’s something that excites me more than anything else. Because not only am I going to get to experience some of the best that SCW has to offer, but I get a double whammy of possibly getting a chance to experience some of the best that exist in other companies. I get a chance to compete against possibly some of the best unsigned talent that the business has to offer. So many endless possibilities!
That’s something that I feel like this industry is missing these days. There aren’t enough people that are inspired by competition. So many people would rather be that big fish in a very small pond. So many people would much rather be in situations where they know they are going to get guaranteed easy wins. Because they have gotten lazy and they’ve gotten complacent. Those type of people have learned to fear competition. They have learned to fear taking a loss. And they have learned to fear when someone is a threat to them. When in reality they shouldn’t fear a threat. They should embrace it. They shouldn’t be scared of a loss. Instead if it happens. It should be something they learn from.
They should not fear competition, but instead they should welcome it. Competition is what makes you better. It’s what makes you strive to be better than them. It’s what makes you want to dig down deep and showcase parts of yourself you have never showcased before. However, I am learning that’s not how modernized wrestling is. If you want to be that way, then fine be that way. I will never be that way. I will always embrace competition and I will always aim to be better than I was the day before. So please. Ladies of this company. Ladies outside of this company. Those thinking about throwing their name in the hat. By all means do it. Let’s tango and show what women’s wrestling is meant to be all about! ”
Mikhalia nodded her head a bit as a way to back up what she was saying. One thing that was for sure with the energy the young woman put off. It was clear she meant every word that she said. That’s when her hands planted back against the dirt ground and she began to carefully push herself up to her feet. Taking a few steps back away from the cliff.
“ I may not be as good as some of you. I may be better than some of you. We may all come from different backgrounds. We all may have different outlooks and views. But the one thing that bonds us all together is professional wrestling. This is what makes us tick. This is what makes us feel like we belong. This is where we feel like we can truly be ourselves. Wins and losses will happen. Championships and championship opportunities will always come and go. In the end though what defines you is your character, how you handle business, and finding a way to create history! ”
Offering that smile one last time. Only to turn herself around to walk away back down that dirt trail that had led her to this very spot only moments ago. Each step had her further and further away from the cameras. Allowing them to finally find themselves fading to black. Her peace had been said. Now it was just a matter of time in seeing what the Prettiest Little Thang brought to the table.
The bright smiling expression of the young woman could be seen with the camera shot finding itself opening up. With the cameras panning out a little more. It was revealed that she happened to be standing at the highest lookout point of Finger Rock Trail right there in Tucson. She waved for a brief moment before she continued.
“ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mikhalia. I’m a young nineteen year old wrestler. That just so happens to have a dad that’s famous for being a wrestling legend. Something, I don’t like to really bring up because I do not want to get the reputation of being a spoiled brat. Nor do I want people to get this idea or belief that I never had to work for anything. That daddy just handed me anything and everything that I ever wanted. Because that couldn’t be any further than the truth. ”
Mikhalia couldn’t help but shake her head a little bit.
“ Of course. I know that no matter what people are going to form their opinions and their beliefs. Whether or not they have proof to back it up or not. But I assure you that my dad made me work hard to be the wrestler I am today. At first he did everything he could to curb my interest. Said it wasn’t for me. He told me that he didn’t think I could physically get through a match. But the one thing that stuck out more than anything is when he looked me in the eyes and told me I didn’t have the mental or emotional state to make it. Declared the wrestling business would chew me up and spit me out.
Oddly enough being told that just made me more interested and more determined to be involved. Maybe someone deep down I have that infamous ego this family is known for and I just couldn’t take no for an answer. I pushed his buttons again and again. I pestered him every chance I got. I made sure I got under his skin until he finally agreed to let me be a part of the business. Not just be part of it but agreed to be the man that trained me. Show me everything he knows. From developing that mental edge that he talked about all the way down to being one of the best at the actual physical aspect of things. ”
There was just a certain level of excitement and bubbliness that came out of her when she spoke. That was more than likely bound to get under someone’s skin, but at least if anything at all. She was genuine when it came to her love for the business. Taking a few steps closer to the edge of that cliff to look out over with the light breeze blowing her hair about.
“ First thing he said before we climbed into the ring was he spent over twenty years defining himself and making a career that will stand the test of time. The last thing he was going to allow was one of his children ruin that legacy by not being as good as he was. Again there’s a chance he said that to scare me, but I also know he meant every word he said. Before showing me what he had gone through to become everything that he did. There was no holding back just because I was his kid.
No holding back just because I was a girl. He slammed me on that mat with everything he had. There were a couple of times I questioned whether or not I’d be able to stand up. He cleaned my clock on more than one occasion. For no other reason to make me understand this wasn’t as fake as some people said it was. As well as to make me understand that if I was going to be as good as I wanted to be. I was going to have to be able to take people’s best shots and get back up.
There were countless times he would have me on the verge of tears with the way he beat me down. With the way that he made me question myself. With some of the things he said to me. He did not hold back at all. But I think the thing that impressed him the most is not once did quitting ever cross my mind. Like I said I questioned myself. I didn’t know if I could ever be as viscous as he was teaching me to be inside the squared circle. Didn’t know if I could ever be as brutal with my words as he was wanting me to be.
But I never once thought about quitting. Each time I got knocked down. I got right back up. Each time he laid it on thick. I started to fight back and lay it on just as thick. I learned to use my own personal hell as fuel to keep me going and to keep me in the fight. I showed him that when the time came I was going to be just alright on my own in the ring. Gave him a reason to truly be proud of me. Knowing that the next generation of wrestling would be just fine with me around. That truly made me proud. ”
She continued to beam with pride. Taking that second to think back about all her hardships to get to the point she was at now. It was all worth it.
“ After I got that seal of approval. I then had to go out there and make a name for myself. Not once did I throw my dad’s name around or try to use that for some kind of leverage. No, I wanted to be my own person and succeed because of my own talents. I’ve competed for the most shady of wrestling promotions. I’ve competed for promotions where they couldn’t pay me. I’ve worked for promotions on a hot dog and a handshake deal. Worked with companies that could only twelve fans. Been at the lowest of lows with this business but on the flip side of it. I’ve been at the highest of highs too.
Worked for companies that put faith in me and wanted to showcase me. I've competed for promotions that have put me against their best talent in order to give me something to sink my teeth into and to learn from that experience. I’ve had a chance to compete for companies where they paid me what I was worth and then was so impressed with the skill set I brought or the match I gave them. They pulled me aside and gave me a bonus to my pay rate. Grateful for every single experience I have had. Good or bad, but with that being said. I am ready for more. ”
Nodding her head a little. From there she found herself lowering down to the ground. Taking a seat on that dirt ground. Letting her legs swing over that cliff and just dangle there. Clearly a dangerous situation to be in, but oddly enough something about it brought her some peace.
“ By wanting more I mean I want to showcase my talents on a bigger stage. Something I haven’t been able to do at this point. Something that has always been in the back of mind as far as something I wanted to do, but I knew I’d have to work to get there and I knew it would have to be the right time as well as the right situation. After putting in the work. Getting myself to this point and after some recent events in life that has made me motivated. I made the call a few days ago.
I talked to the folks in charge of Sin City Wrestling. Shout out to Mark and Christian for being true professionals. In speaking to them I told them I wanted an opportunity. Not asking for anything over the top. I just wanted a chance to compete at a level I haven’t before and a chance to be able to see if this is the place for me. See if there might be a future with the company somewhere down the road. To which they both informed me of the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble.
An open over the top rope battle royal for anyone on the roster. As well as open to anyone that doesn’t have a contract and just wants to see how they measure up against the talent this place has to offer. With the winner that can go the distance. They get a shot at any given championship they want and it’ll take place before the end of the year. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m like anyone else. Who wouldn’t want a chance to be champion? Duh, it’s a no brainer. But it isn’t the thing that’s driving me to this match.
No, the thing that is driving me is knowing that I am going to get a chance to get in the ring and mix it up with some of the best that this company has to offer. You can look at this roster and see the vast levels of competition. Without the sake of sounding rude. A few of them you could see wouldn’t pose a threat to you at all. There’s a few of them that you can see are clearly out of their mind and carry themselves to be bigger than what they are. That’s with every wrestling company.
No real point in giving them the time of day. Because no matter what you say to them. It’ll go in one ear and out the other. No matter how much you show them what reality is. They’ll turn a blind eye to it and act like it isn’t real. But this place does have some very good talent. You can just sense those that are going to give you the fight of your life. You can get a feel for those that are going to push you to your limits. That’s the type of level of competition I inspire to have in my career consistently! ”
Mikhalia could feel the tiny little goosebumps that were forming on her skin.
“ I look forward to sharing the ring with the likes of Alexandra Calaway. A woman that has dedicated her life to this business. Very much like my father did. A woman that never took no for an answer. A woman that’s fought through some of the most viscous matches that have ever been created for women. A woman that has bled, sweat, and cried in the middle of that ring. But you want to make me the most impressed by Alexandra? She’s someone that doesn’t give up. She’s not someone that quits. She’s not someone that just rolls over and dies. I am more than sure she’d be willing to admit and tell you about her shortcomings as of late.
From failing to earn herself a shot at the Roulette Championship last month. To the times she’s come up short in her journey with Miles to become the Mixed Tag Team Championships. But as much as those losses might sting. As much as that kind of thing can pile up. She doesn’t let it mold her. She doesn’t let it keep her down. That’s pretty gosh darn admirable if you ask me. I’d go as far as saying that Alexandra is a certified legend for women’s wrestling. Being able to get in the ring with her. Whether or not, it leads to me eliminating her and winning. Or if it ends up with her tossing my behind out of the ring on her own journey to victory. It’ll be an iconic moment for me. One I’ll cherish for the rest of my career.
Then there’s someone like Mercedes Vargas. She’s a woman that has helped mold the entire Bombshell Division. She has been at the top of the mountain with being the Bombshell Champion. Not once, but twice. She at one point could have considered herself to be the Queen of the Bombshell Roulette division. Holding that championship four separate times. Not an easy task to do when you head into every Roulette match blinded. Never know what the stipulation is going to be until the wheel decides. Even climbing the ranks of the Bombshell Internet division, the now defunct Bombshell Tag Team Division, and the Mixed Tag Team Division. Mercedes without a doubt earned her spot in the SCW Hall of Fame.
Of course, I get that she’s for the reputation of being a mean girl. I understand that just by me saying that I look forward to being in the ring with her isn’t going to be something that she gives a damn about. That’s her right to do so. It’s her right to carry herself that way. I’ve met a lot of women in my short time wrestling that have had egos similar to Mercedes. Not a single one of them being anywhere near as good as her. None of that ego being justified. So at least it will be a breath of fresh air to deal with someone that actually has earned that right to be that way. But don’t let it go to your head too much Ms. Vargas. I might be a rookie, but I’m not like any other rookie you’ve faced. Keep that in mind. ”
Every word that came from the young woman was respectful. She highlighted two of the women that she would no doubt meet in the middle of the ring and didn’t take the same route that most did. Showcasing that she was different.
“ Of course with this type of match. You might have those few that are confirmed. Those few that you are looking forward to stepping into the ring with, but the biggest thing about this match is the fact it’s wide open and it’s going to be full of surprises. Big-big surprises and that’s something that excites me more than anything else. Because not only am I going to get to experience some of the best that SCW has to offer, but I get a double whammy of possibly getting a chance to experience some of the best that exist in other companies. I get a chance to compete against possibly some of the best unsigned talent that the business has to offer. So many endless possibilities!
That’s something that I feel like this industry is missing these days. There aren’t enough people that are inspired by competition. So many people would rather be that big fish in a very small pond. So many people would much rather be in situations where they know they are going to get guaranteed easy wins. Because they have gotten lazy and they’ve gotten complacent. Those type of people have learned to fear competition. They have learned to fear taking a loss. And they have learned to fear when someone is a threat to them. When in reality they shouldn’t fear a threat. They should embrace it. They shouldn’t be scared of a loss. Instead if it happens. It should be something they learn from.
They should not fear competition, but instead they should welcome it. Competition is what makes you better. It’s what makes you strive to be better than them. It’s what makes you want to dig down deep and showcase parts of yourself you have never showcased before. However, I am learning that’s not how modernized wrestling is. If you want to be that way, then fine be that way. I will never be that way. I will always embrace competition and I will always aim to be better than I was the day before. So please. Ladies of this company. Ladies outside of this company. Those thinking about throwing their name in the hat. By all means do it. Let’s tango and show what women’s wrestling is meant to be all about! ”
Mikhalia nodded her head a bit as a way to back up what she was saying. One thing that was for sure with the energy the young woman put off. It was clear she meant every word that she said. That’s when her hands planted back against the dirt ground and she began to carefully push herself up to her feet. Taking a few steps back away from the cliff.
“ I may not be as good as some of you. I may be better than some of you. We may all come from different backgrounds. We all may have different outlooks and views. But the one thing that bonds us all together is professional wrestling. This is what makes us tick. This is what makes us feel like we belong. This is where we feel like we can truly be ourselves. Wins and losses will happen. Championships and championship opportunities will always come and go. In the end though what defines you is your character, how you handle business, and finding a way to create history! ”
Offering that smile one last time. Only to turn herself around to walk away back down that dirt trail that had led her to this very spot only moments ago. Each step had her further and further away from the cameras. Allowing them to finally find themselves fading to black. Her peace had been said. Now it was just a matter of time in seeing what the Prettiest Little Thang brought to the table.