Tuesday, May 13, 2025.
TIME:3:00 p.m..

Mikah stands in Kris’ peripheral vision as she sets the papers down in front of him, allowing him to read the documents fully. She hadn’t necessarily told him the truth, but she wanted to see his reaction. However, when he didn’t really react, her suspicions were confirmed.

;;MIKAH “Actually, we’re not related because none of your DNA was submitted, right? Only mine, Leighton’s, and Myles’, right?”

She gives him a look, raising her eyebrows at him. She wondered how long he would keep the charade up or if he would tell her the truth pretty quickly. If she was betting, she would guess that he would be playing it up until she made him give in.

::KRIS “Right.”

He nods his head as he gives her a skeptical look and she raises one eyebrow at him and folds her arms over her chest. She glances at the paperwork before looking at her husband, once more.

;;MIKAH “It’s pretty weird though…I’m not sure how if it was only my DNA, Leighton’s, and Myles’ that were submitted, how you would even think that the results said that we were related…”

He just shrugs his shoulders as he moves the papers away so he can go back to working on his painting. She raises an eyebrow at him as he seems unphased by the news.

::KRIS “Maybe they’re wrong, or you’re reading them wrong.”

Mikah clenches her jaw a little bit, growing just a little bit frustrated with her husband. It was hard to get a straight answer out of him, and it made her more flustered than she cared to admit.

;;MIKAH “Kristopher! This is serious! If we’re related, we clearly have to get a divorce. I can’t be willingly having sex with somebody that I’m related to. And the kids…the poor kids…”

She knew that they weren’t related, and she knew that he knew that they weren’t either. She also had lied to him, telling him that the results said they were related, because that’s not what they said. But she wanted to see if he’d admit to what she thought he had done. And he had yet to waver.

::KRIS “I think they fucked up the results.”

His demeanor didn’t change but his eyes stayed focused on the canvas that he was painting.

;;MIKAH “RIght, Kristopher, because they’re just going to mess results up like that. I don’t think that the results are wrong…and you didn’t even properly read them!”

She grabs the papers and puts them in front of his face. She doesn’t move them out of his vision, making him read the words in front of him.

;;MIKAH “What it really says is that Myles is definitely my child but Leighton isn’t. How is that even possible? I was in the room when she was born and I didn’t let the nurses ever take her to the nursery because I didn’t want her to be switched accidentally.”

Kris is quiet for a moment as he reads over the results before a grin stretches across his face. He then starts to laugh a little bit and Mikah gives him an annoyed look and places her hands on her hips, not finding amusement in whatever prank he was pulling.

::KRIS “This shit is hilarious…”

Mikah frowns, clearly not agreeing with his sentiment and didn’t find any type of amusement in it. She shakes her head at him.

;;MIKAH “I’m really glad that you find this amusing, Kris. I really do because I don’t need this shit right before the final match of the tournament.”

She turns to walk away from him, not wanting to engage in the conversation any further. But he stops her, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her back over to him. She lets out a huff as she looks at him, the annoyance still written in her eyes.

::KRIS “Come on, it’s pretty funny. You have to admit.”

He was trying his best to get her to calm down but she wasn’t finding any humor in the situation at hand. She pulls her hand away from his quickly.

;;MIKAH “No, Kristopher, I don’t find it funny at all. And the worst thing is? You won’t even admit to it.”

There’s a certain look in her eyes and for a moment, it makes Kris hesitate before sighing. He reaches out and cups her cheek gently with his own hand. She lets him for a moment before gently pushing it away.

::KRIS “You clearly already know what I did or you wouldn’t be this upset.”

There’s a touch of vulnerability in Mikah’s eyes as she looks at her husband. He was the only one that could ever have her emotions on high alert. He was also the only person that could get her to react like she had and he was the only person that she had ever truly let get close to her.

;;MIKAH “So, you’re admitting that you switched my DNA swab with your own?”

Her eyes look up to meet his as she steps a little closer to him and takes a deep breath. He watches her for a moment.

::KRIS “Will it make you feel better if I admit it?”

She purses her lips together a little bit but halfway nods her head.

;;MIKAH “Maybe a little better..”

He gives her his infamous grin and she looks at him, waiting for him to admit it or anything close to what she could consider to be an admittance.

::KRIS “You already know that I switched the swabs but that’s not why you’re upset. There’s something about the results that is bothering you.”

A look passes through her eyes, one that Kris couldn’t necessarily read but it wasn’t really one that was all too concerning.

;;MIKAH “Did you read the results? I mean, really read them?”

His brows furrowed together a little bit.

::KRIS “I read them…but there’s nothing too concerning?”

He didn’t seem to be too concerned about the results and Mikah gives him a look before pointing out the fact that his DNA and Myles’ DNA were identical. She looks at him as she waits for the realization to hit him.

;;MIKAH “If this is your DNA and this is Myles’ DNA, what does that tell you?”

He just shrugs his shoulders at her, clearly not caring what the results were reporting to them. She gives him a look and places her hands on her hips. He just laughs before flicking some orange paint at her and she tries to dodge it but it lands on her cheek. She wipes it off the best that she can, giving her husband a look and then shaking her head at him.

::KRIS “Nothing that we weren’t already acting like was the truth. It just makes it more factual.”

Mikah could see everything that would be going wrong and things that they would need to do now that they knew the actual truth.

;;MIKAH “I know that we’ve always joked that Myles is actually your son biologically and not Drake’s. But this paperwork? It makes it real. And that would mean I could cut all ties I have with Drake but it’s going to take some legal fees and a lot of paperwork to get Myles’ last name changed to Ryans and to remove Drake’s name off of the birth certificate. I wouldn’t have to deal with Drake at all anymore.”

It wasn’t that dealing with Drake was that much of an issue because it couldn’t be an issue. Mikah lives in Hawaii and Drake was never around anyways. He never even asked to see Myles, which always made Mikah feel bad for Myles. But with Kris being Myles actual biological father, it opened up doors that would be easier for them and closed doors to her past that she didn’t like to think about.

::KRIS “Sweet, let’s do it then.”

It was that easy of a choice for him and while it seemed like an easy choice for Mikah, there were also other things that came along with it. Her eyes become a little cloudy with hesitation and her eyes meet his again. He raises an eyebrow at her.

::KRIS “Or not?”

It was clear that he didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want to but he was reading her emotions wrong. And she didn’t really blame them as they were all over the place already. She was already thinking about how her marriage to Drake had crumbled, not that it had been much of a marriage; she spent most of it flirting with Kris and then having a not-so-secret affair with Kris in 2018. But it was still a marriage and Drake had cared for Myles when he was a baby and they had still been together. But Mikah didn’t have to put herself through that mental torment anymore, not now that she had the paperwork that proved Kris was Myles’ biological father.

;;MIKAH “No, I want to. I want to close that chapter with Drake for good. But people are going to give me that look when they find out the truth about Myles’ father. And they’re going to know exactly what I did and how I was unfaithful to Drake…”

She didn’t regret her choice in 2018 in a dressing room in a Chicago mall and she knew that she’d do it all over again if given the choice. But that didn’t mean that she wanted to be looked at like she was some whore.

::KRIS “We were the worst kept secret of 2018, it’s not like it is new news.”

She gives him a look and shakes her head. It was different for him because women and men were judged differently for doing the same things.

;;MIKAH “Even if that is true, that doesn’t make it any easier. People are going to look at me as if I’m…the wicked witch or something.”

He cracks a grin before leaning down and kissing her.

::KRIS “They already do.”

Mikah gives him a look and shakes her head at him before winding her arms around his torso and pulling him into her for a hug. She sighs and relaxes against him, letting the worry wash away from her as she feels his body against hers. There was something comforting about being close to him and she liked every part of it.

;;MIKAH “I love you.”

She says it softly but loud enough for him to hear it. He leans down and presses his lips softly against hers.

::KRIS “I love you too.”

She cracks a grin before looking up at him.

;;MIKAH “Paris?”

It was the next trip on their horizon and the finale for the Blast From the Past Tournament, one that Mikah was hoping to win for a second time. She could only hope that what she wanted was going to be the actual outcome. Kris nods his head as he goes back to painting and Mikah grins to herself. She knew that they’d have to work out the details of when they would be in Paris and how long, but for now she was content with just agreeing to go.




Friday, May 23,  2025.
TIME: Early morning.

The camera opens slowly, the early morning light casting long, cool shadows across the colonnades of the Palais-Royal (The Royal Gardens). Mikah stands still amidst the striped pillars of Les Deux Plateaux, dressed in a simple black dress with an a-line style skirt and a sweetheart neckline. The air is quiet but heavy with anticipation, as if Paris itself is holding its breath. Her eyes cut to the camera with calm disdain, and her voice—sharp, controlled—breaks the silence like glass.

“Paris is known for its royalty, its revolutions. For the whispers of power that still haunt its corridors and stones. But I didn’t come here for the tourists. I didn’t come here for the lights. I came here because this city remembers what it means to elevate a woman to royalty… and just how quickly it forgets her when the next pretty distraction comes along.”

She makes a waving motion with her hand as she lets her eyes take in her surroundings.

“Let’s be clear, I’m not some wide-eyed ingénue scrambling up these columns praying someone throws her a glance. I’ve already ruled this industry, I’ve had the spotlight burn for me and only me before, even though others have been in that same spotlight after me. And I didn’t come back to share it

I chose this place—the Palais-Royal—because it speaks my language, it’s cold, deliberate. It doesn’t beg to be loved. And still... it endures. That’s what legacy looks like, not a burst of chaos, not a flash of gimmick, and not another loudmouth hoping to be remembered. And the problem with flashes is that they fade but I don’t fade, I remain.

I am the reminder of what happens when royalty decides to return.

And now that I’m back, I’ve come to collect.

My throne.

My crown.

My silence before the storm.

And if that makes the little darlings nervous? Good, they should be.”

She steps between the columns, heels echoing across the stone as the camera shifts to follow her. The elegance around her only sharpens the venom in her tone, as if everything, every marble shadow exists solely to frame her power. Her voice cuts sharper now, coiling toward her first target.

“Let’s start with the first one that’s desperately asking for attention…”

The morning light barely shifts as Mikah’s gaze narrows, her voice dropping to a razor’s edge, showing that her focus was only on what was going to be said in the coming moments.

“Frankie Holliday. The so-called ‘chaotic queen’ of this new generation, a tempest in a teacup, roaring loud but never truly threatening. You want to rewrite history, don’t you? To paint me as some faded relic, a shooting star long extinguished. How quaint.”

She steps forward, the cold stone beneath her heels echoing each deliberate word.

“You say I’m a burst of chaos, a flash of gimmick, a passing distraction. But chaos doesn’t build legacies, chaos burns itself out, leaving nothing but ashes and regret. I’m not the chaos you think you know — I’m the storm you can’t control, the quiet before the world falls to its knees.”

Mikah’s eyes glint as she continues, her voice laced with venom.

“You claim I’m forgotten; forgotten by the fans, by the industry, by history itself. But history doesn’t forget its queens, Frankie. However, it remembers the fire they bring, the crowns they wear, the empires they forge. And I? I am the empire.”

Her hand gestures to the sprawling gardens around her.

“You talk about me like I’m yesterday’s news,  a faded echo of a time that’s better left behind. But I’m not history; I’m the author of what’s next. While you scream and flail, hoping to carve a name from chaos, I sit here and command respect with a glance. Your jealousy of my legacy is obvious by your attempts to downplay my entire SCW career and name lesser Bombshells that you try to claim hold more importance to this company. People like Roxi Johnson, who is nothing but a wannabe superhero or people like Misty…but what is her legacy? I don’t even think people know who the fuck Misty is… or was. When my name is mentioned, people know who I am and whether it is a good thought fleeting through their uneducated brains or a bad one, they at least know who I am. However, you’re too busy focusing on people that don’t matter, instead of the opponents in front of you.”

She smiles, cold and unyielding.

“You say I ‘win some stuff, get bored, disappear, then come back’, as if my breaks are signs of weakness. No, Frankie. they’re calculated. Precision strikes in a game where patience and timing are the deadliest weapons. And if you remember, the last time I was in this tournament and won alongside Mac Bane, I never wanted a shot at the Bombshell Championship. I was pretty clear that I wasn’t going to be taking that shot from the beginning of the tournament and like every other sheep that this company has employed, you don’t seem to have believed me. But when I won and didn’t get what I actually wanted, I left because I wasn’t going to stick around on broken promises that were never followed through. I was true to my word, even if nobody else chose to believe me.

But that is history, as you clearly know, even if you have it wrong within your silly little mind. And Queens? They don’t linger on the past or things that do not matter anymore.”

She just shrugs her shoulders and waves her hand, as if waving the memory away and out of her brain.

““You think you can wear the crown by shaking the throne? You think shouting the loudest grants you power? You are mistaken. Power is earned, worn, and commanded, not demanded.”

She steps between two columns, letting the silence hang before delivering the next blow.

“You want to be the ‘true threat,’ the new face of this business? Start by showing respect to what you seek to claim. Because the crown I wear is heavier than your ambition, deeper than your chaos, and infinitely more dangerous than your empty words.”

Mikah’s gaze hardens as she leans in, voice almost a whisper.

“You have no idea what it takes to carry this burden… and you never will.”

She straightens out her dress as she stands straighter, voice rising, regal and cutting.

“I am not the stepping stone. I am the mountain. And if you think you can climb me, you will find only cold stone and shattered dreams”

The camera pulls back as Mikah turns, her heels clicking with finality on the marble floor.

“This tournament is not a game to me, it’s a reckoning. A reckoning for those foolish enough to challenge what I’ve built. And come Into the Void IX, I will remind everyone exactly why my name still echoes in the halls of power.”

She pauses, eyes burning with icy fire.

“Frankie, you’re a storm, but storms pass. I am the tide — relentless, inevitable, and unforgiving.”

Her voice drops to a venomous murmur.

“Prepare yourself. Because when the dust settles, there will be no question who rules this kingdom.”

She reaches up and tucks a strand of hair that has blown free.

“You call yourself chaotic, Frankie. A tempest, a queen of disorder. But chaos is a playground for the unprepared… a playground where I am the architect.”

Mikah’s voice is calm but cutting, each word measured like a scalpel.

“Your chaos is noise,  a desperate scream in an empty room. You wave your arms, you shout your threats, but beneath the surface? There’s no substance, no foundation. Just the fleeting illusion of power.”

She pauses, letting the accusation hang heavy in the cold morning air.

“You’re new, fresh-faced and hungry, sure. But hunger alone doesn’t fill the throne. You haven’t paid the toll, the sacrifices, the blood, the nights you spent carving your name into stone while others slept. You’re still scribbling in chalk, hoping the world forgets the eras that built this empire.”

A slow smile creeps across her lips, one that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“You think your chaos will rewrite the story? That your antics will overshadow the legacy I forged? I’m not a stepping stone for your ambitions; I am the mountain you will never summit. And you? You’re a storm passing through a valley,  loud, yes, but powerless.”

She lifts a hand to gesture at the vast columns and endless gardens surrounding her, while her eyes follow her gesture to look around as well.

“This place — the Palais-Royal — is a monument to endurance, to legacy, to power that doesn’t fade with the sunrise. I chose it for a reason. Because I am the living embodiment of that. And you? You are a passing breeze that will be forgotten by nightfall. You’ll be another dime a dozen that walk through those doors and once you’re gone, you’ll be nothing but a blip on the radar. Something like Polly Playtime is now or that Apple lady. They’re nothing more than forgettable and you soon will be as well.”

Mikah’s eyes burn with a cold fire as she leans closer, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. Her eyes are focus on the camera in front of her.

“You mocked me for my silence, you said it was the calm before a storm. Well, storms come and go, Frankie. But empires? They stand forever. And my silence? It’s the gathering of a force that will drown out your screams. And soon, silence will be the only thing that you have left.”

She goes quiet for a moment or two before she smirks at the camera.

“Into the Void IX will be your reckoning. The final act where you learn that chaos isn’t power, it’s weakness. A distraction. A moment before the crown returns to its rightful owner.”

She holds her head up.

“You think you’re ready? That you can face me? Let me remind you of something important, Frankie. I don’t just fight to win — I fight to reign. And when this is over, your name will be a footnote in the history I write.”

She seems to get more focused on the camera now, her eyes cold.

“So bring your chaos, your noise, your desperate screams. I will meet it with cold precision and brutal clarity. Because I am Mikah. And I am the storm that never passes”

She stops in her slow circle between the striped columns, one heel clicking deliberately as she pivots to face the camera fully. Her arms fold across her chest, and her gaze hardens.

“And then there’s you…”

Her lip curls in distaste, not quite a smile—more like a reflex of disgust held barely in check.

“Laura Phoenix. The supposed ‘standard.’ The measuring stick. The woman who walked into this match already draped in the myth of her own legacy.”

She clicks her tongue against her teeth.

“I watched your little promo. That low-budget, kitchen-table wannabe TED Talk where you sat there with all the personality of a stale saltine and tried to sell the world this narrative that you’re above it all. No smoke, no mirrors. Just ‘truth,’ right?”

She lets the silence hang just long enough to let the disdain settle before slicing through it.

“You call that authenticity? I call it desperation. Because that wasn’t a statement, Laura. That was resignation, that was a woman who’s come to terms with the fact that she isn’t the main character anymore. That the chapters that mattered? They’ve already been written… without her in them.”

Mikah starts walking again, each step soft but deliberate, weaving through the lines of the Palais-Royal like royalty stalking through her ancestral estate.

“You said you don’t need to prove anything anymore. But here’s the thing about people who scream that they have nothing to prove…”

She smiles a little cruelly.

“…they usually have the most to prove. And nothing left in the tank to prove it.”

She shrugs one shoulder, casual in her venom.

“You say you’re not here for validation. Then why show up at all? Why roll out of bed and film your little monologue about legacy and war stories if not to beg someone—anyone—to remember you? Because let’s be honest, Laura…”

Her voice lowers, as if sharing a secret meant to devastate.

“If people remembered you, if your legacy truly meant something right now, you wouldn’t be in a triple threat with a returning queen and a firecracker rookie. You’d be leading the division, not sneaking back in through the nostalgia door like a special guest star on a show that moved on without you.”

She glances up at the sky, blue, vast, and utterly indifferent.

“You’re not the standard, you’re the relic, which is something our other opponent likes to call me but yet... You’re the dusty trophy in the cabinet that gets a polite nod from the interns as they walk past. Not because they remember what you did, but because someone told them to respect it.”

Her voice sharpens a little bit.

“And what really kills you? What really burns under all that practiced composure? It’s not me. It’s not even Frankie.”

She leans forward slightly, a devilish gleam in her eyes, that same cold, calculated look in them.

“It’s that you’re terrified this industry will finally realize… it doesn’t need you anymore.”

She starts moving again, weaving between the columns with a dancer’s poise and a killer’s precision.

“Let’s talk about fear, since you think you’ve outgrown it. You said I walk with my nose in the air—that I expect the ring to bow just because I exist in it. You’re right about one thing: I do expect that. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t.  But I’ve been doing this a long time; since November of 2007 when I was just bare twenty-one years old. I’ve done everything in a SCW ring that I possibly could and now? I get to act however I want and do whatever I want because I’ve earned it. It’s something that you and Frankie don’t seem to understand at all. But that’s fine, I’m okay with being looked at as you two have looked at me. I’m used to the adversity, it’s like second nature to me. And I’m going to just prove to you on Sunday why the ring will bow down to me.”

A cruel smirk blossoms now.

“But the ring doesn’t bow for me because I demand it. It bows because I’ve broken every woman who stood in it with me. Because I have the kind of legacy that doesn’t beg to be remembered—it forces you to kneel.”

She pauses at a marble pillar, resting a single hand on it as she turns back to the camera with the poise of a queen addressing her court.

“You, Laura? You want credit for surviving battles that no one’s talking about anymore. You want praise for past wars as if they buy you immunity today. But here’s your harsh truth: your war stories don’t scare me, they bore me.”

She covers her mouth as she fakes a yawn.

“You’re not a lion anymore. You’re a taxidermy version of your former self, mounted, posed, and trying to convince people there’s still a heartbeat left under the glassy stare.”

She walks slowly toward the fountain at the center of the garden, the sunlight catching on the surface of the water as her reflection ripples.

“And you want to talk about me being arrogant? Condescending? You want to call me out for having the audacity to walk into this match with full confidence that I belong on the throne again?”

She just holds a smirk on her face and then simply shrugs her shoulders.

“I’m not arrogant. I’m inevitable.”

She lets the words settle to let the weight of them linger.

“I didn’t claw my way back to be anyone's last ride, I’m not here to polish your highlight reel. I’m here to write my next chapter in your blood, in Frankie’s bones, and in the silence that follows when royalty returns and no one remembers who the old regime was.”

She stops beside the fountain, letting her hand trail along its edge, dragging across the surface with a casual cruelty.

“So go ahead, Laura. Walk into the ring thinking you’re above it all. Tell yourself you don’t need the win, that your place in history is secure. Lie to yourself as much as you want. But once that bell rings?”

She leans closer to the camera and lowers her voice down to a whisper.

“You won’t be facing the ghosts of your past. You’ll be facing the woman who came to bury them.”

She lifts her chin slightly, the image of calculated finality.

“And when I stand over both of you—when the lights come down and the crown is back where it belongs—no one will remember your final stand, Laura. They’ll remember that it ended with your name in my win column.”

Her final glance to the camera is cold and merciless.

“You are not the standard, I am. You are not the present, I am. And after Paris?”

She smirks a little bit.

“You won’t even be worth mentioning.”

She stands in the center of the garden now, framed by the black-and-white columns of Palais-Royal, the fountain behind her. Her arms fall to her sides, relaxed.

Controlled.

Dangerous.

“Three women walk into Paris. Only one walks out with everything.”

She lets that linger, head tilting just slightly.

“Frankie Holliday wants to set the world on fire but she’ll burn herself out before the match is over. Laura Phoenix wants to be remembered but she’ll be forgotten by the time the lights come back up.”

Another smirk appears on her face.

“And myself?

I don’t need to want. I take.”

She raises one perfectly manicured hand and snaps her fingers once. Sharp. Final.

“At Into the Void IX, history doesn’t repeat itself. It kneels.”

She turns her back to the camera and walks away without a word. The wind catches the hem of her coat as she vanishes between the columns like a queen exiting her court.

Tuesday, April 29, 2025.
TIME:11:55 a.m..

Mikah had enlisted Leighton to travel with them over the last several weeks and until the overseas tour was over to have her watch the kids when they both wanted to be in the gym or on the off chance that they were booked on the same night and needed their gaggle of kids corralled. Mikah had booked a huge suite at a five star, luxury hotel that had three bedrooms. And then booked Leighton her own room. She let Lindsay have her own room while KJ and Myles shared one. She figured that Ridley would probably end up in bed with her and Kris anyways. She had lined Leighton up for the day, making sure that she could handle KJ, Lindsay, Myles, and Ridley before she went to the gym. She knew that Kris wouldn’t be there right away and it would give her a few hours to release some of her own frustrations before he got there.

She got to the gym around 8:45 a.m. and was surprised to find the gym empty as she and Kris had requested. She hated training around other people and would much rather spend the money for it to only be her and those she liked, which weren’t many. She sets her things down on a chair as she looks at the ring but she couldn’t do that until Kris got there. However, she could strength train and do a work out for a while. She wasn’t sure when her husband would show up, but she wasn’t too worried about it.

A few hours later, noises of frustration could be heard throughout the gym. She had already gone for a run on the treadmill, lifted weights, and did the elliptical. She took a break and scrolled through social media, which probably wasn’t the best idea. She also checked on Leighton with the kids, and they were doing fine. But she was growing just a little frustrated that Kris hadn’t shown up yet but she knew that he didn’t have a match this coming weekend, but she did. And it was against a competitor that wasn’t Cassie Wolfe. Mikah knew that Alicia Lukas wasn’t one to be underestimated and that she couldn’t just breeze by her as if she was nothing. She knew she had to put in the work to get the win on Sunday. It was going to be a battle and she was going to do everything that she could to ensure that it was her arm that is raised on Sunday and not Alicia’s.

And then to top it all off, she saw a tweet that was sent from Christian Underwood himself to her husband, in a reply to one of her husband’s posts. And of course, she wasn’t frustrated at her husband because he cannot control what others said, but she was still frustrated nonetheless. She was trying her best to get her frustration out before Kris got to the gym, but it was only a ticking time bomb that was in her head. She had gotten pretty good at communicating with Kris over the years and she wasn’t bottling things up anymore, but this time, Kris wasn’t around and it was only festering in her head.

;;Mikah “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

She grumbles to herself as she hits the punching back in front of her. She had taped her hands up to protect them from the work out she was doing with the hanging punching bag. She hits the bag again, as hard as she can and whips around as she hears a voice behind her.

::KRIS “So, am I free to assume your morning hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows…?”

Her eyes narrow at him as she sees her husband standing there, having just shown up.

;;Mikah “You’re late.”

She points out to him, her voice flat and almost void of emotion. But the emotion was there in her eyes and he had gotten pretty good at reading her emotions and body language.

::KRIS “I am here now. We still have the place to ourselves. No harm done.”

He raises his right hand innocently, and makes the exaggeratedly slow move to lift his bag off of his shoulder and put it down on the mat.

::KRIS “I figured you'd want to be warmed up and ready to go before hitting the ring anyways. Was I wrong?”

She just gives him a look as she pushes the punching bag she was using and then walks over to a chair and sits down. It wasn’t his fault that Christian Underwood said what he said, but that didn’t mean that she had to be happy about it.

;;Mikah “I’ve been here nearly three hours. I think I’m more than warmed up. And had time to check in on Leighton and the kids. I see that Ridley didn’t weasel her way into coming with you.”

It wasn’t a fair statement to make as they both often gave into what the nineteen month old demanded. But right now, she was okay with pointing the blame at her husband.

;;Mikah “I hope you got enough sleep? Or have had enough caffeine this morning, at least.”

She wasn’t really looking at him as she was focusing on taking the tape off of her hands. She didn’t need it in the ring and really only used it when she hit the punching bag. She glances over at him but then glances back down at her hands. She takes the last pieces of tape off and gets up, brushing past him to toss the tape into the nearby trashcan.

::KRIS “Neither? Although, now I feel less bad about convincing Ridley to stay behind since you clearly woke up and chose violence today.”

He spins as she moves around him. He had definitely picked up on the hostility in her voice and wasn't going to take his eyes off of her in case whatever was bubbling up to the surface finally exploded.

::KRIS “....and you are better than me in the ring. I can't keep up with you like you want for as long as you can go. You need a head start or I am absolutely useless to you.”

She turns around to give him a slightly agitated look as he claims that she is better than him. She never believed that was anywhere close to the truth.

;;Mikah “You say that so confidently that you make me almost want to believe that it’s true.”

It was a constant argument, even jokingly between them. But there is a slight edge to her voice that gives the inclination that maybe she wasn’t joking this time.

;;Mikah “And….I haven’t chosen violence today, I’m fine.”

It was hard to convey that she wasn’t really frustrated with him, but he’s her husband and usually gets the rough side of her emotions.

;;Mikah “I just want this weekend to be over and move on. Or not, whichever.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders as she walks just a little bit closer to him. She tries her best to take a deep breath and erase the frustrated feeling, but it wasn’t budging.

;;Mikah “Are you ready to just…get in the ring?”

She pauses for a moment, a smirk on her face.

;;Mikah “Or would you rather go back to the room and release  some … frustration that way..”

She winks at him in a suggestive manner. She can tell that he at least considers the thought before shaking his head.

::KRIS “That seems like a much more productive use of my time and talent, but I don't think it would help you beat Alicia.”

He makes a move towards the ring, but reconsiders his words almost instantly.

::KRIS “Then again, I am not sure what I can do on that front either. I am pretty sure she would kick my ass too. ”

She visibly rolls her eyes at her husband’s words as she gets up onto the apron and then gets in the ring.

;;Mikah “You know, for being the company’s fu–favorite, you sure don’t have much confidence in your own abilities.”

She gives him a look as she stands in the middle of the ring. She was going to curse but she was trying not to use such language at him or in conversation with him. And she had been doing better.

;;Mikah “I’m pretty sure that you could get wins handed to you on a golden platter if your opponents wouldn’t throw a hissy fit.”

She reaches up and pulls her hair up into a messy bun and secures it with a ponytail holder that she’d been keeping on her wrist.

::KRIS “My strategy is more about adapting and overcoming.”

Instead of hopping up onto the apron, Kris lays flat and rolls under the bottom rope before quickly popping up to his feet.

::KRIS “I get beat on a lot, and then get lucky. Maybe it is my hard head. Maybe it is stubbornness. Maybe there is some kind of skill to it that I am too dumb to understand. I don't know. It works.”

He shrugs his shoulders.

::KRIS “I use myself as a wrecking ball and hope for the best. If I tried to do things your way I would have never made it to any main events.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

;;Mikah “My way? What do you mean?”

She watches him, her eyebrows sort of furrowing together as she watches him for a moment. He was definitely more agile than she was and definitely had a different type of ring style than she did.

;;Mikah “I’m not sure I did it that much differently than you did. Or other people did. But it doesn’t really matter anyways.”

She brushes it off as she looks at him.

;;Mikah “You’re still…you. And adored.”

She was trying her best to just let it go but she couldn’t.

;;Mikah “By the way, I’m not…it’s nothing to do with you. The whole ‘choosing violence’ thing…”

She didn’t want him to think that it was him that she was mad at, because it wasn’t. But it was definitely coming off that way.

::KRIS “I didn't say or think that it was. I am awesome. I knew it couldn't be me. I also never said that I thought it was a bad thing. I hope you get mad. I hope you stay mad. That blind rage turns into spiteful determination, and then nobody survives getting in your way.”

She was slightly surprised to see that he wasn't taking it personally even though he was still totally walking around on eggshells.

::KRIS “You'll need that. Use it. This one won't be easy like the first round.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

;;Mikah “Are you implying that I needed to cheat to win? Because I didn’t. I only did that for funsies and to piss Cassie off. And it worked.”

She knew that he wasn’t but she wanted to bring it up and didn’t know when she would get another opportunity. She walks closer to him and sort of circles around him before she teasingly trips him to make him land on his back. She moves quickly to straddle his waist and grabs his arms to playfully pin his arms down to the mat.

;;Mikah “I wonder if you’d still be Christian’s favorite if he knew how easily I could pin you.”

She scrunches her nose at him, her face just above his.

;;Mikah “Or perhaps he’d be jealous…”

He is able to overpower her to get his arms free, and starts to sit up, even with her full weight on top of him. However, the moment his back is off the mat Mikah effortlessly raises her legs to his shoulders, locks her ankles,  and falls backwards, dragging him along for the ride. They roll through, with Mikah landing in the exact same position on top of him.

::KRIS “Several would be jealous, but Christian wouldn't even be surprised.”

Nor did Kris seem surprised that his attempt at an escape hadn't worked. Trying a new strategy, he arches his back for momentum before attempting to power her up again. This time she leans back to counter, but falls into his trap. He is able to hook his legs around her body and pull her backwards as he sits up. However, she rolls through and back to her feet. Before he can react she leaps, plants both knees into his shoulders and drives him back into the mat, this time with force.

::KRIS “See what I mean. Three hours in and this is child's play to you. I am meant to be in the air. You'd tear me apart on the mat.”

She winks at him a little bit.

;;Mikah “You’re still better than I am, or at least enough to be considered main event material and saved for the going home show. But I suppose you’ll work as a stand in for Alicia. And then after this, we can go do whatever we want.”

She winks at him before going to move off of him.

;;MIKAH “Even if that is each other.”

She winks at him as she straightens out her top and then fixes her bottoms next as they had rose up in places that she didn’t appreciate./

::KRIS “Well, you might not be the main event, but there's always the chance that the two of you will steal the show anyways, even with J2H and then  a Championship match going on after you.”

As she stands, he attempts to sweep her legs out from under her, but she leaps his foot effortlessly.

::KRIS “The way I see it, nobody can top what you two can do in that ring. I am glad I don't have to follow you. Hell, I am glad not to have to share the same card as the two of you. I'd hate to be in a main event that nobody remembers because all that mattered were two of the best bombshells trying to maim one another.”

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes looking him over and thinking about what he was saying.

;;Mikah “I think you’re trying to flatter me. Because you’re probably the only person who sees it like that. Or believes that it will be like that. But it’s sweet and supportive. And it makes me love you that much more.”

Her mood had easily shifted out of the frustrated one she had been in earlier and now into a much lighter one. One that was a lot more manageable and the anger was pretty much gone.

;;MIKAH “And I do, by the way. If I haven’t told you lately.”

She scrunches her nose at him.

;;MIKAH “Love you, that is.”




Friday, May 2,  2025.
TIME: 9:45 p.m.

The scene first shows Rosenborg Castle sitting in the dark, only lit up by a few street lights before it moves inside into what could be considered the main hall of the castle. Or the hall that a Queen’s throne could be placed in. When the camera moves closer to the front of the hall, Mikah can be seen sitting sideways in the chair. Her back was against one armrest and her legs were draped over the other. On her head is a crown that she’s placed crookedly on her head. She is sporting a pair of skinny jeans tucked into a pair of black stiletto booties and a simple black cropped top and a black leather jacket.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown…”

She doesn’t look at the camera as she stares up at the ceiling, enjoying herself and finding comfort in the way that she is sitting.

“They say it with such reverence, like it’s some noble burden. Like the ones who wear it deserve our sympathy. Like queens are made of porcelain and not steel. But let me make one thing absolutely clear, Alicia: I’m not one of those fragile little fairytale queens. I don’t need your pity and I don’t want your applause. And I sure as hell don’t need your delusions of grandeur tainting the legacy I built with my perfectly manicured nails.”

She lifts her hands up to look at her nails, that were perfectly done just for this shot.

“Do you see this crown?”

She points to the crown that adorns her head.

“This crown was never meant for you. It was too heavy for your hollow little skull, too sharp for your soft little hands. But I? I was born to wear it. I carry the weight of dominance, expectation, and envy like it’s nothing—because I am everything.

And you?

You’re just another girl playing dress-up in my shadow.”

She glances at the camera, a smirk on her face before she looks back up at the ceiling.

“You’ve been chasing my ghost since the day I walked out of this company in 2018 for a brief retirement. You broke my records, wanting the attention and notoriety that I had. Since the day I owned the Bombshells division, not because I begged for the spotlight but because I commanded it and I fucking took it. I didn't need to beg the audience for respect, Alicia—I took it. I earned it.”

She hesitates for a moment before continuing on.

“And while you weren’t even in this company or relevant, I don’t remember which and I honestly don’t care to look it up, I was out there breaking records, breaking spirits, and breaking bitches like you.”

She waves off the thought with her hand.

“Let’s not rewrite history. You only ever found relevance because I stepped away, there was nobody else left that could handle the weight of the Bombshell’s division. I left a void, and you crawled into it like a parasite, clinging to what little was left of my spotlight. But now I’m back. And guess what?

Your time’s up.”

She points to her wrist as if she was wearing a watch and to signal that Alicia’s time is almost up.

“You keep screaming about your legacy. You talk about building this division, uplifting others, carrying the torch. Blah, blah, blah. It’s exhausting.”

Mikah covers her mouth as she fake yawns.

“Do you know what happens when I talk about my legacy? My previous accomplishments? They get dismissed or waved off because I couldn’t possibly be that same Mikah that I was years ago. Well guess what? I’m not, I’m better. But your legacy...”

She looks at the camera with a smirk on her face.

“Your “legacy” is a poorly written soap opera, Alicia. You’re the woman who almost mattered, who almost made a difference. The one who nearly made history. The forever bridesmaid with the broken glass slippers.

You’re not a queen.

You’re the court jester.”

She waves her hand again, making a movement as if she was waving a wand or a scepter of some sort.

”But that’s not to dismiss the fact that you have had some kind of career here in SCW. And that you’re not one of the dime a dozen floozies that this company seems to walk in and out of those doors on the regular. You at least have some grit and you are more than competent in the ring. However, that doesn’t mean that you should get everything you’re demanding…”

She simply shrugs her shoulders at the thought.

“You talk about respect like it’s currency, and in that case, you’re broke. Bankrupt. Because respect isn’t given—especially not to someone like you. It’s taken. And the moment you stepped into this tournament, you should have known you were walking into my world. Not a level playing field, because when I’m involved, there’s never a level playing field. Not a friendly competition. A slaughterhouse—and I’m the butcher.”

She takes a deep breath before moving to get a little more comfortable in the chair.

”Let’s talk about your last few matches, shall we?”

She moves finally to sit up and she adjusts the crown on her head so it doesn’t fall off and clatter to the floor.

“You stumbled through them. Dragged your legacy behind you like a corpse. Tried to convince everyone that the old Alicia still exists. But she doesn’t, she’s gone. Buried under your own insecurities, crushed by the weight of a crown you never could handle, and could never carry but you at least tried. When you look in the mirror you see a warrior. However, when I look at you, I see somebody that doesn’t have what it takes anymore.. You’re a museum piece, Alicia—dusty, outdated, and forgotten.”

She looks around the room before looking back at the camera.

“You keep showing up with your speeches about resilience and heart like anyone gives a damn. This isn’t a fucking Disney movie. There are no happy endings here, not for you or anybody else in this tournament. Especially not for someone who thinks hard work alone equals greatness. You can train all you want, you can scream until your voice cracks. But it will never make you me.

Because I don’t just show up—I take over.

I don’t adapt—I dominate.”

The confidence is easily written in Mikah’s eyes as she looks square into the lens of the camera.

“You call yourself the foundation of this division? Bitch, I’m the one who fucking burned it down to the ground and rebuilt it to what I wanted it to be. The only thing you can claim is that you were the first to break my record and even then, you’re not considered to be the best. That’s still me. But you’ve had your chances to try again but you’re no Amber Ryan and you’re no me. But you had a few lucky reigns.. And now?”

A certain look of arrogance passes through her eyes as she leans forward.

“Now it’s time you finally acknowledge the truth: you’re just the transitional era between my greatness. You call yourself a queen—but where’s your kingdom now? Scattered, shattered, and forgotten. You have no throne to return to, Alicia. No subjects to worship you. Because they’ve already chosen their ruler and it’s me.

You want to talk about champions? About greatness?

I don’t chase belts—I make them matter.”

The confidence in her eyes was unmatched to any other look that she’s held before.

“You’re chasing the Bombshell Championship  like a lovesick teenager, clinging to it like it gave you purpose and me? I walked into this tournament to win a chance for that championship. But if I wanted to I could  snatch whatever title I damn well please. Internet title? Mine if I want it. Roulette title? Cute, maybe for a laugh. Bombshells Championship? It’s already on reserve.  I'm not in this tournament for a comeback story, I'm in it to remind the world that I never left the top.”

She crosses one leg over the other as she gets comfortable on the throne.

“And while you’re sitting backstage reflecting on your broken dreams and shattered pride, I’ll be standing in the center of the  ring, wearing that crown like the weapon it is.”

A  smug looks passes through her eyes as she stares into the lens of the camera.

“This isn’t your redemption arc, Alicia. This is your reckoning.”

The silence settles as she lets her words sink in for a minute or so before continuing on.

“You know what really gets me? You act like you’re still the measuring stick, like beating you actually means something. Like you’re the bar. Bitch, you’re not the bar—you’re the fucking floor. And I’m going to mop the floor with you come Sunday

You want to talk about passion? Drive? Determination?

Passion didn’t stop me from becoming the most talked-about Bombshell in the history of SCW, drive didn’t carry me through historic title reigns, and determination didn’t make me the name that the rookies whisper about in locker rooms. Talent did, skill did, charisma did. And you have none of those things—not anymore. Maybe at one point, you were those things but now? You’re just trying to cling onto what you once were in this company and what you want to prove that you can still be. But me?”

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

“I still have talent and charisma while you…you're a charisma vacuum. A walking sob story in knee-high boots. Every time you open your mouth, it’s like listening to a failed TED Talk wrapped in self-pity. If you want sympathy? Go cry on a podcast. If you want respect? Earn it, again. But you won’t, because deep down you know the truth.”

She pouts her bottom lip out before shaking her head.

“You can’t beat me. And you won’t beat me.”

It was a bold statement to make but she didn’t care. She made her career out of making bold statements and she wasn’t about to sugarcoat it for Alicia.

“You’ll come out with your best game face, your tights pulled up high, that same tired I’m still a fighter look in your eyes—and none of it will matter. Because I’m going to beat you, humiliate you, and leave your legacy lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of sorrow and regret.

And when the dust settles, I won’t just walk away.

I’ll stand there, holding my arm up high as the winner.”

She raises her arm up as an example before placing it back down beside her.

“You said it yourself, Alicia—heavy is the head that wears the crown. And maybe, just maybe, that weight crushed you because it was never meant for someone like you. But me?”

She shrugs her shoulders a bit as she looks at the camera.

“I was born wearing this crown. It’s in my blood. It’s in my bones. And whether it’s the Internet title, the Roulette title, or the Bombshells World Championship—I don’t just wear the crown.”

She pauses for a moment.

“I am the crown.”

She reaches up and fixes the crown on her head so that it’s sitting straight on her head.

“I am the headline, the nightmare, the inevitable.

And at Blast from the Past?

I end your delusion.

I end your story.”

Again, she pauses as she lets her words sink in.

“Maybe your appearance in this tournament would have been celebrated more—but the second my name was announced, all relevance turned away from you and the spotlight snapped back to where it belongs. And your little cheer squad? The ones still chanting your name like it means something? They’re not loyal—they’re nostalgic. They don’t believe in you, Alicia. They believe in who you used to be. They don’t chant because they expect you to win; they chant because they’re praying for a miracle. And when you crash and burn, they’ll move on like they always do.

But me? I don’t need their approval. I don’t need their applause. I’m not here to sell t-shirts or post motivational quotes on Instagram. I’m here to win. I’m here to dominate. I’m here to take back what was always mine.”

There is no sympathy in her eyes as she keeps the focus on the camera.

”The truth is, Alicia... deep down, I don’t even think you believe in yourself anymore. Every time you show up for one of these ‘comebacks,’ you sound more like someone trying to convince themselves they still matter, that they still have what it takes. You cut the same speech, wear the same scowl, and pretend this time it’ll be different—but it never is.

You’ve become a broken record. Skipping. Cracking. Uninspired. The sad part is, even you can hear it. That quiet doubt in your voice? That hesitation in your step? It’s the fear. The fear of facing someone like me. Because I’m not like Candy or Cassie Wolfe or Harper Mason. You know what I can do in the ring, because I’ve done it plenty of times before. And it’s the fear of knowing you don’t belong in the same ring anymore that is eating at you and forcing you to make a comeback.

But once I’m done with you? Once I’ve peeled back the layers of the lie you call a legacy? There’ll be nothing left for you to hide behind. No legend. No redemption arc. No still got it  moment. Just silence. Just reality.

And Alicia? The reality is simple:

You don’t want this like I do.

You don’t need it like I do.

This isn’t your obsession—it’s your coping mechanism.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears as she looks at the camera again.

“And clearly, I need to  remind you and everybody fucking else that there is only one name that matters in this division.”

She stands up and straightens out her leather jacket.

“And it’s mine.”

She holds her chin up a little higher.

“Say it with me. . .”

A smirk crosses her face.

“Mikah”

She is quiet momentarily before smirking once again, the look rarely leaving her face.

“And it’s time for everybody to bow down.”

She moves and stands on the throne like chair.

“To the fucking Queen.”

MONDAY, MARCH 14, 2022
TIME: 3:30 P.M.

Mikah looks at the building, a little skeptical look on her face as she tucks her blonde hair behind her ears. The building was a little more run down than Mikah would have liked and she had to admit that she had more expensive taste than most. She looks over at Kendall, who had a hopeful look on her face and if Mikah was honest, an excited one as well. Mikah looks over at Kendall, who was still watching her with eagerness written in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Are you sure this is the right place? It looks fishy to me…”

Kendall looks at the building and then nods her head.

::KENDALL “I know the outside looks a little sketchy, but the inside is really good.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow before motioning to Kendall to lead the way inside. She still wasn’t sure that she wanted to take a chance on the building. The place they had been to earlier in the morning hadn’t been favorable and Mikah had stated that she was much better off buying a building and renovating it to turn it into a gym. Kendall had told her she had the perfect location and building in mind. Mikah couldn’t deny that the location was a good place but she wasn’t sure about the building.

;;MIKAH “I’m assuming you have the key?”

Kendall gives Mikah a smirk as she shakes her head before walking up the sidewalk that lead to the front doors of the building.

::KENDALL “No, but I’m really good at picking locks. Just don’t tell J.D.”

Mikah shakes her head but doesn’t say anything as Kendall pulls a bobby pin out of the front pocket of her jeans. She watches as the younger woman picks the lock to the door to let both of them inside. After Kendall works with the lock for about a minute, the door open and she looks at Mikah with a smirk.

;;MIKAH “If we go to jail, you’re going to stay there.”

Mikah was not one that would do well in jail and she knew it and had made her peace with it years ago. Kendall, however didn’t really seem phased by her actions of letting themselves into the building.

::KENDALL “We’re not going to go to jail, Mikah. Nobody even comes around here or checks on the building. And there’s no security cameras of any sort. Just relax. Are you always so…uptight?”

Mikah frowns a little bit at the young woman and shakes her head.

;;MIKAH “I am not one that likes to break into places and I have two children that I need to be around for and I can’t be around for them if I am sitting in jail. So, no, I am not uptight, I just have other priorities that I have to think about. Trust me, when I was your age, I wasn’t so thoughtful of others like I am now. Plus, I told Mac that we had to put training off until tomorrow because of this. So, this better not be a waste of my time. And is this property even for sale? Because…what’s even the point of looking at it, if I can’t purchase it?”

Kendall laughs a little bit before walking more into the building. For a building that clearly hadn’t been occupied in a long while, it wasn’t remotely dirty. But Mikah could definitely see the potential. She could see where there could be two wrestling rings set up; one with six sides and one with four, the more traditional route. She looks up and envisions a track above where people could walk or run laps while others are training the ring. She turns a little bit to envision what it could look like with all the other sorts of gym equipment.

::KENDALL “You can see the potential, can’t you?”

The excited and eager look on Kendall’s face couldn’t be missed as she watches Mikah’s face. Mikah looks at Kendall and gives her a half smirk.

;;MIKAH “Most buildings have potential to be something, Kendall. However, this building might not even be up to code for what I would want with it. And we don’t even know if the building is for sale. Or if there’s even a revenue for this sort of thing.”

Kendall just shrugs her shoulders as she walks over to one side of the open room.

::KENDALL “I think there could always be a revenue for this sort of thing. People are always looking for spots to work out. And this is Hawaii, who wouldn’t want to come to Hawaii and be able to work out? Plus, think of all of the other wrestlers that could come to Hawaii and still get their training in.”

Mikah looks at Kendall before sighing as she walks over to the windows and looks outside to get a view of the water. She is hesitant for a moment, watching as she can see some of the people playing in the water. She turns back to look at Kendall, who was looking at something on one of the walls.

;;MIKAH “It’s a decent idea, honestly. But how many people that wrestle are actually going to travel to Hawaii?”

Kendall pulls her attention from what she was looking at before smiling at her.

::KENDALL “You really don’t know the pull your name has. Or the fact that there are a lot of people out there that would love to work under you. And to be said that they were trained by you. I know you like your space and your anonymity but you are well known, Mikah. You do have fans whether you want to believe it or not.”

Mikah gives Kendall a skeptical look.

;;MIKAH “I really don’t think so, Kendall.”

Kendall rolls her eyes at the Blonde bombshell.

::KENDALL “You’re blind, then. I came to Hawaii because I read on Twitter that you moved here. You’re one of the best and I don’t know how you do not see it. Do you think that Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood would let you come and go from SCW as much as they have since 2018? And adding on that, do you think that Mark Ward would be going along with this little stipulation of him telling everybody that you’re his favorite Bombshell if you aren’t one of the best? Because all of that I just mentioned screams that even your bosses realize the star power your name pulls.”

Mikah purses her lips together for a moment.

;;MIKAH “Hot Stuff Mark Ward only agreed to that to get me to enter the tournament.”

Kendall shakes her head again.

::KENDALL “Delusional. For as smart as you are, you sure like to live in the land of delusions. Just accept the fact that you are one of the greats. And that if you open a public gym, people will come.”

Mikah sighs a little before looking around once more.

;;MIKAH “Alright, this could work. But you do realize that this is going to take some time, right? That this isn’t just going to be an overnight type of deal. There’s going to be months and months of renovating and preparing for this to be open. It could take up to a year.”

Kendall grins brightly at the thought and nods her head. Mikah sighs as they walk to the door to leave the building.

::KENDALL “I realize that. I was not born yesterday, but I do think this building has potential. And you’re the best trainer there could be.”

Mikah shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH “Absolutely not. I’m selfish and self-centered. Haven’t you heard?”

Mikah was well aware of her toxic traits that she had and she had tried to work hard at being a better human being. But there were times where her selfishness shone through everything else that she wanted. She looks at Kendall as Kendall slams the door closed behind them, hoping the lock sticks before she looks at Mikah.

::KENDALL “Maybe you are. But I think that gives you the best tools to be a good trainer. Plus, you can also train newbies on how to shoot a promo; you are really good at it.”

Mikah laughs a little bit as they walk away from the building just as her phone chimes with a message. She pulls it out of the pocket of her shorts before seeing it was from Mac. She responds to the message before pocketing the phone once more.

;;MIKAH “I’m sure there are people who are better than me that newbies can learn from. But I do think that this has a lot of potential. And I’m going to see it through and see what I can make out of that building. But first, I got to figure out how to purchase the building. And you never answered my question on whether or not it was for sale…”

Mikah looks over at the younger woman and raises an eyebrow.

::KENDALL “It’s for sale. I wouldn’t show you buildings that weren’t potential places if they weren’t up for sale, Mikah. I am not that type of person.”

Mikah nods her head in understanding.

;;MIKAH “That’s fair.”

They continue to walk, having ran here from Mikah’s house as the distance wasn’t more than four miles.

::KENDALL “Now that you’ve agreed on this, how are you feeling about your match this weekend? Ready to make Hot Stuff Mark Ward admit to the entire world that you’re his favorite Bombshell?”

Kendall gives Mikah a smirk of her own as they walk in the direction of Mikah’s house. Mikah chuckles before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I’m ready for this tournament to be over, that’s for sure. I like teaming with Mac, that’s definitely not an issue but I’m ready for some normalcy. And of course I’m ready to make him admit that, that is the only reason that I joined this tournament.”

Kendall chuckles at the thought as they continue to walk, their strides and speed matching one another’s. Mikah smirks a little at the thought that it was getting closer and closer to the end of the Blast From the Past tournament.

::KENDALL “I know. I think everybody knows, whether they believe that’s the real reason you entered the tournament or not.”

Mikah laughs as they start to pick up the pace from a brisk walk to a jog, slowly working their way up to a run. If there was one thing about Mikah’s work out regimen, is the consistency of her running. It was one thing that she completely stayed consistent with.

;;MIKAH “I’m not sure why everybody is surprised about that being the reason I entered. I’ve been nothing but transparent about it since entering. But apparently, that’s not a valid reason for entering a tournament. Or if I don’t want the championship, I’m not a true competitor, there’s literally no in between.”

The two could barely talk as their speed reaches a run.

::KENDALL “Fuck em. They don’t matter; you do.”

Mikah laughs as she focuses on putting one foot in front of the other as they run towards Mikah’s house. Mikah barely pays attention to the people that they pass on the way back to Mikah’s home.

;;MIKAH “They never have mattered if I’m honest. It doesn’t matter that I returned to SCW just to team with Kristopher and be that unit that we are always so good at. But apparently, that makes me comfortable and complacent but nothing else. It’s annoying.”

The two fall into a quick run and they both understand the silence that settles between one another as they run. Mikah takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out as she focuses on moving in an easy pace. There wasn’t much more to say about it, not that they could really talk while they were running anyways. She was going to be ready for Sunday one way or another.


FRIDAY, MARCH 18, 2022
TIME: 7:45 PM

There were no pretty effects when the camera opens up to show the blonde Bombshell and SCW Hall of Famer, Mikah. She was dressed in a simple pair of athletic Nike shorts and a loose fitting work out tank top. Her blonde hair is piled in a messy bun on the top of her head and she is seated on her couch in the basement of her house. She leans back as she looks at the camera. The camera hs a view of her suitcase off to the side, clearly packed and ready to leave.

“You know, I wasn’t going to do this, like this. I wasn’t going to be that person because this match? This is the final match in the Blast From the Past tournament.  A tournament that both Mark Ward and Christian Underwood care so much about because they bring it back every single year. I was going to be the better person, the bigger person, I mean not literally because well…”

She looks down at herself before looking at the camera. It was evident that she was skinny compared to what she should be. Thanks to the eating disorder that she still fought with every single day of her life.

“I wasn’t going to talk about my accomplishments in this company because they speak for themselves. Everybody knows about them because they’re there. I don’t even have to spout off about my accomplishments because my opponents will do that. They do it all the time, and Myra? You did just that even if it wasn’t outright. But you also seemed to have focus a lot of my failures in SCW. Which, I find interesting since you’ve had a lot more failure in SCW than I’ve had.”

She breathes in slowly through her nose and then slowly lets it back out.

“You talked more about how I lost the championship to Danielle Weston in 2018 more than anybody has in this company. Which, I find ironic. Somebody like you, who’s used to losing wants to bring up a loss that happened three and a half years ago and doesn’t even matter in the long run. You openly talked about how I very obviously did not try to get my championship back from Danielle Weston or how I haven’t tried to get the Bombshell Championship since returning to SCW in 2020. Why do you think that is, Myra? Have you ever thought of using your fucking brain? You know that thing in your skull that requires daily use? Maybe you should open your fucking eyes and start to use your brain because clearly you haven’t been using it for the past two years.”

A little pause for dramatic effect goes here.

“Because if you don’t think that I couldn’t have walked into Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s and Christian Underwood’s office and asked for a Bombshell Championship opportunity, then you’re sorely mistaken. And if you think that they wouldn’t have given it to me, you’re also fucking wrong. I never ask for anything in this company since my return. But do I expect somebody like you to understand that? Absolutely not. You want to talk about how your failures have only helped you rise up out of the ashes and become even better but I think you’ve got it a little backwards. Because while your failures can make you better and hep you improve, they can also define you as a person. And when I see you or your name plastered anywhere, that’s the only thing that I can think of when your name is mentioned. I don’t think about the supposed changes you’ve made to rise up from your past failures, but I think of the choke artist that you are.”

She leans forward a little bit, looking straight into the lens of the camera.

“I lost the belt to Danielle Weston in 2018. That is a fact but it did not leave me…”

She frowns as she tries to remember the word that Myra had used in her promo.

“Shook, as you like to say. I am not scared of the Bombshell Championship. I’ve held it three times; there is nothing to be scared of when it comes to that championship. I do not need the Bombshell championship to be the best. Do you think I had the Bombshell Championship when Tommy Knocks named me as the best Bombshell in the history of SCW? No, I didn’t. I wasn’t even actively competing when he named me the best Bombshell in the history of SCW. You want to say that I don’t have any resiliency when it comes to this company or to wrestling but yet, I have not lost a match in 2022 yet. And I really don’t fucking care if you’re also undefeated because my track record is better than yours already..”

She looks up at the ceiling as something can be heard upstairs. She smiles a little bit before looking back at the camera.

“Have you ever been the Bombshell Champion, Myra?”

A small smirk appears on her face as she looks at the camera.

“Because according the SCW title history they have on their website, it doesn’t list your name in the Bombshell Championship history.”

She raises an eyebrow as if she was shocked about the revelation.

“So if you’ve never held the Bombshell Championship, how the fuck do you know how it makes a person feel?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera before rolling her eyes at the thought.

“That’s right, you fucking don’t know how it feels to hold that championship because you’ve never fucking done it. So what right do you have to talk about the way it made me feel as the Bombshell Champion each time I held that belt? Because you don’t understand what it’s fucking like and you shouldn’t get a fucking say in how it makes me feel and you don’t get to fucking criticize me for talking about the way it makes me feel. You want to act like you’re some kind of woman who’s kind and positive but you want to fucking judge and criticize me for voicing my opinion on how it made me feel?! Fuck you and your high-horse bullshit, Myra.”

She glares at the camera, that fiery look in her eyes.

“I used to kind of respect you because I thought it was a little admirable that you wanted to try to push past your failures and everything that makes you the person you are today. But after what I listened to last weekend? You’ve lost every ounce of respect that I thought that I could ever have for you.”

A chuckle slips from her lips.

“You act like I don’t know what the Bombshell Championship means to this company. And why the Bombshells in the back want it so badly. But I understand more than you think that I do, Myra. And I understand because I’ve held that belt three times previously. But that doesn’t mean that I should want to compete for it. And you think I was just handed everything I’ve got in my life? Are you fucking insane!?”

She gives the camera a confused look before shaking her head.

“Have you even fucking looked at any of my fucking history in this company before 2018? Or were you too busy focusing everything around my loss to Danielle Weston? Because what I can’t fucking figure out , is what I’ve been handed. But here, I’ll give you a short fucking history lesson to bring your stupid self up to speed.”

She takes a deep breath.

“I joined SCW in November of 2014 with a group of horrible people. They were toxic and just..not good people. So in February of 2015, I took a break to think about what I wanted for myself without those people around. I contemplated on hanging up the boots but I could feel that I wasn’t done yet. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t just be done with wrestling yet as I still had so much to prove to not just everybody else but to myself. So I returned to SCW in late April of 2015 in a match that I can vaguely remember but then, in May I got booked in a number one contender’s match for the Bombshell Championship. And honestly? I never expected to win that match but I did. I earned my shot at Raynin the next week; it wasn’t just fucking handed to me. And what do you know? I beat Raynin the next Sunday to become the Bombshell Championship.”

She smiles a little at the memory as it dances in her brain.

“I honestly like to forget that I was employed by SCW in November of 2014 and I considered my signed date in April of 2015 because that’s when I really started to care. But you want to know what’s funny, Myra? Nobody fucking expected me to become the Bombshell Champion. Nobody thought that I was going to hold that champion for more than a month; they all doubted my abilities in the ring and I had to prove them wrong every single fucking time I defended that championship in 2015. I was booked in multiple triple threat matches for that championship and I won every time. There was nobody in the back that believed I had what it took to be the Bombshell Champion for months. But they soon found out that I was the person to beat. And they couldn’t fucking do it, so what did they do? They went on fucking strike because they were sick of losing to me and because they couldn’t beat me.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“You want to say that I don’t have that same fire that I once had or that same resiliency that you think that you have but you haven’t been in my shoes. You do not know what it’s like to have an entire locker room of Bombshells that hate you. Not like they hated me in 2015.”

She smirks a little.

“Even at the awards at the end of 2015, I got voted as the SCW Rookie of the year. Me, the fucking Bombshell that dominated more than half of 2015 as the Bombshell Champion got voted as the SCW Rookie of the year. Nobody had thought I could do what I did but I did. I set that record and that bar for what a Bombshell should be. And I’m fucking proud that I made the Bombshells want to go on strike because they weren’t good enough to beat me.”

Another smirk spreads across her face before she leans back to get a little more comfortable on the couch that was downstairs.

“And as for my second reign as Bombshell Champion? I had to fucking earn that shot too. I didn’t just get handed it because of who I am in the history of this company. And I didn’t want it fucking handed to me because I preached to everybody about number one contenders matches because that’s how championship shots should be earned. And guess what? I won that match too and then took the championship from Mercedes Vargas to become the Bombshell Champion for a second time. And the third time? I cashed in my rematch clause because I couldn’t stand the thought of the Resident Nutjob being the Bombshell Champion for any longer than two weeks.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“So you can fuck right off with that bullshit that I’ve never had to work for anything in SCW. And if you’re talking about my personal life? Fuck you. Because what I do in my personal life is none of your fucking business. My bank account is none of your fucking business either. You want to bring up the fact that I am living the high life here in Hawaii but you want to call it shallow? Is it because you won’t ever be able to fucking afford to live in Hawaii? Are you jealous that my bank account can afford it? Or are you bitter because you can’t live your life the way I live mine? Because I don’t understand what my living in Hawaii has fucking anything to do with competing in that wrestling ring. But I do see the jealousy that you feel about my personal life. You wanted to bring up the fact that I live in Hawaii and have the means to live more than comfortably in Hawaii with my two children and you want to call it shallow. Why is it shallow? Because I post pictures of it on Twitter? Or is that just another one of your insecurities showing up again?”

A smirk crosses her face once more.

“If I was a shallow person, I’d comment on how horrible you look or how many men you’ve slept with or the amount of men that do not want to sleep with you. But that’s not me, not anymore. I don’t give a fuck about what you look like or who you’re sleeping with. Becausse…”

She looks straight into the camera, a serious look on her face.

“It’s twenty fucking twenty-two and we’re not going to slut shame women for having sex.”

It was still one of the topics that made her blood boil.

“You talked a big game about me being insecure. But what exactly do I have to be insecure about?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera.

“Because you don’t make any sense, Myra. There is absolutely nothing that I have to be insecure about when it comes to stepping foot in that ring. I know that I’m one of the best to have stepped in that ring and whether you and your naïve little brain don’t want to admit it, other people will admit it for you. My record can speak volumes for itself, I don’t need to tell you that everything I say and have said, I can back it up. You think I talk a big game, but you and I have never stepped foot in that ring against one another. You do not[/u] know who you are stepping into the ring with. You have lost twice to Amber Ryan but you’ve never lost to me. And I’ve never loste to Amber Ryan, either. I’ve never faced her either but what did you say last weekend?”

Mikah taps her index finger to her lips, frowning a little bit as she thinks

“You stated that I was scared to face the likes of Amber Ryan, Andrea Hernandez, and Roxi Johnson. You stated that I am complacent in the mixed tag team division and happy because I don’t have to face the likes of those three women. And yes, I purposely left you out of those women listed because your name doesn’t deserve to be listed with theirs.”

A smirk again appears on the SCW Hall of famer.

“That’s your insecurity, you know. You think that you’re better than you really are, Myra. But what you fail to realize is that you’re not as good as your little brain thinks you are because if you were that good, you wouldn’t have failed so many times in your career. But let’s stop for a moment and rewind for a moment.”

She holds a finger up.

“Back to your comments on me being complacent in the tag division. Did you ever think that the reason for that is because I returned to SCW with Kristopher to become the Mixed Tag Team Champions with him? Did that ever cross your brain? I didn’t return to become the Bombshell Champion, that was never one of my goals. I wasn’t going to enter this tournament because it wasn’t on the list of goals that I have for 2022 but Hot Stuff Mark Ward tweeted that if I won the tournament, he’d tell everybody that I am his favorite Bombshell of all time and that is one of my goals and I couldn’t pass it up. And here’s another little insight, Myra.”

She leans forward a little more.

“After Mac and I win this match on Sunday, and I go on to face either Amber Ryan or Roxi Johnson for the Bombshell Championship and win that? I’m not going to keep it.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“Because everybody knows that you can’t hold two championships here in SCW, so I’m going to relinquish the Bombshell Championship to stay the Mixed Tag Team Champion with Kristopher. Because that’s why I returned to SCW this time.”

Another pause.

“However it will be fun to rub it in your face after I do both things. That is definitely a plus.”

She winks at the camera.

“And as for Max, you say that Mac knows that Myra can beat me on any given night but everybody knows that’s a lie. Myra can barely beat her own shadow. And she did fail Mac last year, who’s to say she won’t fail you this year? Since she is pretty good at failing. It’s her shtick.”

Another wink at the camera.

“She wanted to talk about her failures but I don’t see how this is going to work out for her. And I honestly think you’re turning a blind eye to it, Max. Maybe you need to be a little more aware of it. I honestly don’t even have anything remotely interesting to say about you, Max. And that’s just sad. However, if you think you’re going to beat Mac and I? You’re wrong. There’s never been a more cohesive unit than Mac and I and on Sunday? You’re going to find that out.”

She hesitates before hearing some shouting going on above her.

“Ciao.”

TUESDAY, MARCH 1, 2022
TIME: 11:30 P.M.

Mikah runs her fingers through her hair as she walks into the main area of her hotel room that she had booked until Friday morning. She wasn’t entirely sure why she chose to be in Colorado for this long but she was beginning to think she was insane. She hated the cold and didn’t enjoy the outside at the moment. And she missed her children; they were in Hawaii where the weather was insanely beautiful and Mikah had wanted to be there with them for a while. But she knew that if she wanted to win the tournament with Mac, she’d have to actually put the work in with him.

She had been spending most of her time training with Mac against Kim and Rene as practice. She was already tired and worn out from the day’s events but she wanted to talk with her kids. She grabs her tablet and walks over to the bed and sits down on it and moves so she’s leaning against the headboard before starting a video call to Leighton’s tablet as well. She’d set it up with Leighton earlier that day and she didn’t want to be late. Plus she wanted it to be before bedtime so that she could see Myles in his jammies. It had become their routine since she’s been on the road for a few weeks. She takes a deep breath as it rings before smiling as it connects and she sees both Leighton and Myles on the screen. She waves at them as Myles says something that was incoherent to her.

;;MIKAH “Hi Myles and Leigh.”

Myles giggles and waves at his mother as Leighton just smiles at her mom through the camera of whatever device she was using.

::LEIGHTON “Hi mom.”

Myles is quick to try to grab the tablet from Leighton and Mikah gets a weird image of Myles head and the ceiling, in typical toddler fashion.

::MYLES “Mama, I run on da beach today!”

Leighton is quick to grab the tablet back to refocus the camera and gives Myles a look. She says something quietly in Myles’ ear and Myles eagerly nods his head, willing to comply with whatever Leighton had told him.

;;MIKAH “Are you being good, Myles?”

Myles nods his head and Leighton smiles.

::MYLES “I be good, mama.”

Myles vigorously nods his head in agreement with his mom’s words.

::LEIGHTON “He’s being pretty good, for a two year old, Mom.”

Myles gives Leighton a frown at her words and shakes his head.

::MYLES “I always good, mama. I pway on da beach with Wuby.”

Mikah chuckles at her almost three year old’s speech impediment. She knew that it was completely normal for a two year old to talk like that and it really didn’t bother her too much. She knew that he’d grow out of it, just like Leighton had.

;;MIKAH “That’s good, buddy. I’m glad you’re having fun. How are you doing Leighton?”

Mikah turns her attention to the sixteen year old, who shrugs her shoulders.

::LEIGHTON “I’m doing alright, Mom. Just doing my online school work and I got a part time job at that local cafe. The one that you and Kris like to go to when he’s in town.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at her daughter’s words. It was the same little cafe where the boy she has a crush on works and Mikah was well aware of why Leighton had gotten a job here.

::MYLES “Mama, wook!”

Mikah looks as Myles puts his fingers in his mouth and pulls his cheeks a little bit, showing Mikah his teeth. Mikah chuckles at the orneriness of the two year old.

;;MIKAH “Yes, Myles. You have very nice teeth. And how is the job going, Leigh? Do you like it? Does that boy still work there?”

Mikah gives her daughter a teasing look and Leighton very obviously blushes as she hands Myles something to entertain himself with.

::LEIGHTON “The job is alright, honestly. It’s just waitressing….and yes, he still works there.”

Mikah smiles at her.

;;MIKAH “What’s his name?”

Leighton rolls her eyes a little bit at her mom’s questions but she doesn’t seem too bothered by it. Mikah was always amazed at her daughter’s patience as it was something that Mikah wished she had learned.

::LEIGHTON “His name is Noah.”

Myles looks up at Leighton before looking at Mikah through the screen.

::MYLES “Weighton wikes Noah.”

Leighton gives Myles a slightly displeased look at her two year old brother’s admission to their mother. Mikah chuckles a little bit, finding it cute that Myles was quick to rat out his big sister’s crushes on the boy she had a crush on.

;;MIKAH “Oh really, Myles? Leighton like Noah?”

Myles vigorously nods his head and giggles as Leighton scowls a little bit at her brother before playfully pushing him.

::LEIGHTON “Myles! That’s not funny!”

Myles continues to giggle as Leighton just gives him a look. Mikah smiles, enjoying the way that her two children were bonding together. She knew that Leighton didn’t see it as bonding because Myles was already starting to pick on her and he wasn’t even three yet.

::MYLES “Weighton wuvs Noah.”

Leighton huffs a little bit in annoyance at her little brother’s insistence on annoying her. Mikah wrinkles her nose a little bit.

;;MIKAH “That’s okay, Myles. Leighton can like Noah; I’m sure he’s a good kid.”

Most of the people that Mikah had met in Hawaii were good people. They mainly minded their own business and were polite in any interactions that Mikah’d had with them. She could only assume that Noah was the same sort of person as well. And she’d met him a few times at the little café they liked to get lunch or supper from occasionally. He was a kind kid and Mikah would have no problem with Leighton hanging out with. After all, when Mikah was Leighton’s age, she was having sex with boys and doing different types of drugs at parties. And she knew that Leighton wasn’t that kid.

::LEIGHTON “He’s nice. But Myles wasn’t supposed to say anything about it!”

Myles giggles again at the irritation he was causing his sister. Mikah smiled again, finding the action cute rather than annoying.

::MYLES “Weighton told me not to tell you, Mama.”

Mikah smiles again. She was amazed that her two year old was starting to be able to hold conversations now. Toddlers were amazing human beings even if they often drove you up the wall.

;;MIKAH “Leigh, it’s okay for you to hang out with him, you know that right? But just tell me…do we need to have the….s…e….x talk again?”

She spelled the word sex out as she didn’t want Myles to go around saying sex when he was in public. It wouldn’t have bothered Mikah but she didn’t want to burden Ruby with it.

::LEIGHTON “MOM!”

Leighton was clearly embarrassed about the fact that Mikah had brought up the sex talk over the tablet device.

;;MIKAH “Well, I just want to make sure that you’re being safe if you choose to go that route. We all know that s e x education in the United States is complete shit…I just want you to know the risks.”

Mikah watches as the color changes on Leighton’s face as she deals with the embarrassment of her mother bringing it up. In clear teenage fashion, she wasn’t about to have the sex talk with her mother once more.

::MYLES “Mama, I weaving. Bye!”

Mikah watches as Leighton stops him for a moment.

;;MIKAH “Alright, Myles. I love you and miss you.”

Mikah watches as Myles blows her a kiss and waves.

::MYLES “Bye mama! I wuv you too!”

Mikah watches as the toddler shimmies himself down from what she assumed to be Leighton’s bed and then is left with the teenager. Mikah smiles kindly at her daughter as she moves herself in the bed to get comfortable.

;;MIKAH “I really miss you guys. Sunday after the show is over, I am planning on coming back to Hawaii and I am planning on being there for nearly two weeks. I promise.”

Leighton smiles at her mother. She could see the homesick look in Mikah’s eyes.

::LEIGHTON “We both can’t wait to see you, Mom. We like Ruby but she’s not you. How’s Kris?”

Mikah smiles at Leighton and was honestly happy that Leighton was asking about Kris. She had never asked about any of her exes so she knew that her asking about Kris was a big thing.

;;MIKAH “Honestly? I haven’t seen him for a while either. He’s not in the tournament and hasn’t been booked at the shows. So it’s been just facetime calls and phone calls. I’m trying to convince him to come to Vegas for the show this weekend.”

Leighton frowns a little bit.

::LEIGHTON “I thought he was your tag team partner, though?”

Mikah frowns a little bit, trying to remember if she had told Leighton about the Blast From the Past tournament or not.

;;MIKAH “He is but I’m a part of this Blast From the Past tournament right now. And I’m not teamed with him because he didn’t enter. And because I got paired with Mac Bane by the random draw.”

She watches as her daughter processes what Mikah was telling her. She smiles a little bit as her daughter is quick to understand.

::LEIGHTON “So that’s why you’re in Colorado. You’re working with Mac instead of Kris. Do you like working with Mac instead of Kris?”

Mikah nods her head.

;;MIKAH “I do. He’s a good partner and he’s a good wrestler. He’s also the heavyweight champion at the moment, so I really got the best pick of the draw. But before you ask, yes, I do miss teaming with Kris and being on the road with Kris. It’s different. Not necessarily bad, but I do miss his company. And don’t tell him I said this, but I even miss the things that usually drive me crazy.”

Leighton chuckles a little bit.

::LEIGHTON “I kind of miss him too, honestly. And if I’m being honest, he’s probably my favorite of the people you’ve dated.”

Mikah definitely understood where she was coming from. Gavin didn’t really like kids but tolerated Leighton because he liked the sex. Drake was kind to Leighton but he had his own issues. And besides her biological father, Kris was the only one of Mikah’s boyfriends that paid her any sort of attention at all.

;;MIKAH “I am pretty sure he likes you too, Leighton. And I am glad that you like him as well. I really wish I would have asked you before but tunnel vision is a real thing. Just remember, marry a man that you want to have kids with. And try to make sure that they’re not a drug addict.”

While Mikah still loved Leighton’s father, she couldn’t deny that he was a drug addict at some parts of his life. He had sometimes managed to get clean but it usually never lasted. She didn’t mind at the time because she had always loved him, even if they hadn’t ever really been together officially.

::LEIGHTON “I know, Mom. You’ve told me that before.”

Mikah smiles before stretching a little bit and then covering a yawn. She couldn’t hide how tired she was any longer. She wanted to stay up and talk to her daughter a little longer, but she knew that she needed to get some sleep before she once again met up with Mac to train. Again. She was really not liking this style of preparing for a match.

;;MIKAH “I would love to stay up with you longer….but I’m getting sleeping, Leigh. I’ll try to call you tomorrow, okay?”

Mikah watches as Leighton nods her head in understanding.

::LEIGHTON “Alright mom. Love you.”

Mikah smiles before pushing her hair out of her face.

;;MIKAH “I love you too, Leighton. Goodnight.”

They both wave before the screen shows that the call was ended. Mikah grabs her phone and sends a text message to Kris before turning off all of the lights in her hotel room. She settles down in the bed, trying to find that same tiredness she had been fighting while she had been on the phone with her children. After all, Mac was much better at training than she was and she was going to need all the training she could get.


FRIDAY, MARCH 4, 2022
TIME: 3:45 PM

The scene opens up to what appears to be a real life version of the game CandyLand. The colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple were on the cement floor in the pattern of a rainbow, identical to the children’s game. There was even a bridge that was going over a “stream” that was colored a vibrant pink color with glitter. There was a field of candy cane in fake snow, a river of melted chocolate with pieces of chocolate by the mouth of the “river” and some strawberries stuck in the chocolate. Towards the end of the rainbow pattern pieces, there was a castle that was made out of candy and other sweet things. But right before the castle, off to the left was a field of frosting with trees in it and lollipops stuck in the ground as well.

Mikah appears at the beginning of the game, dressed in a candy striper outfit that was short and had a poofy like skirt. Her blonde hair was in pig tails and curled. And she had over the top make up on that made her look as if she belonged in the game. She blinks a few times, trying to get used to the overly large fake lashes before placing her hands on her hips.

;;MIKAH “This….”

She gestures around with her hands and looks around as well.

;;MIKAH “This is what I think Candy’s brain looks like. Or what she views the world. I believe with 100% of my heart that she believes the world if full of good and everything is sunshine and daises. And well…this.”

She makes a face at the sight of the overly colorful and sweet “life” in front of her. She moves on the colored tiles, advancing toward the bridge that goes over the river.

;;MIKAH “She believes that glitter can do no evil and that it’s oh so pretty…”

Mikah rolls her eyes in disgust at the thought of glitter and the damage that glitter could do.

;;MIKAH “But glitter is a working hazard and I think she shouldn’t be allowed to even bring in the building that SCW holds its shows in. But apparently, that’s not a concern to the bosses. Alicia Lukas almost went blind but did they care? Nope, not at all. They didn’t even give Candy a fine…”

Mikah continues to walk along the path until she gets to the candy canes. She hesitates for a moment before stepping into the fake snow, the heels of her stiletto pumps sinks down into the wet snow and she grabs one of the oversized candy canes and she swings it at the “person” that was standing there. Once the camera gets a closer look, it appears to have Candy’s head taped over it.

;;MIKAH “You see, I have a hard time believing that Mark and Christian would be okay with Candy throwing glitter in people’s faces. Because that would be one of the biggest hazards in the ring to one’s safety…”

She continues to walk down the path, holding the oversized candy cane over her right shoulder as if it was a baseball bat.

;;MIKAH “But because it’s Candy and she’s too sweet to intentionally harm somebody like that, they allow it. Because somebody like Candy believes that the world is all rainbows and butterflies and everything sweet. She couldn’t possibly intend to harm somebody in that fashion…right?”

She gets to the chocolate river and she stops, her eyes looking it over before looking over at the camera.

;;MIKAH “She is the definition of happy. If you looked up the definition of happy in the dictionary, you’d be describing everything that Candy is and who she is. There’s no question why everybody likes her and most people only see the happy version of Candy and what everybody else sees as well.”

She tosses the candy cane into the river of chocolate before walking toward the lollipop forest. She smirks to herself as she is sure to stay on the rainbow colored tiles. She stares at the lollipops in the icing and she steps into the icing and grabs one of the oversized  lollipops and puts it over her right shoulder like she had done previously with the candy cane. She walks toward the castle, a smirk on her face.

;;MIKAH “But the thing that Candy doesn’t what anybody to know…”

She looks at the castle as she stops in front of it, a smirk playing on her face.

;;MIKAH “Is that it’s all a façade…”

Mikah grabs the stick end of the lollipop and gives a few practice swings like a baseball player would do. She then walks closer to the castle and starts to hit the castle with the lollipop and after a few swings, the castle starts to crash down and then the scene goes black. After a few minutes, the room comes back into light and the scenery has changed. It has gone from the oversized game of Candyland to an empty room with just a stool sitting in the middle of it. On the stool sat Mikah, who was now dressed in a pair of jeans and her turquoise crop top that says she’s Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s favorite Bombshell. After about two seconds, the walls behind her start to play some of Mikah’s old matches in black and white. She had her normal make up on and her hair was down in beachy waves once more.

;;MIKAH “This…is what reality looks like for me. I don’t live in a fantasy land unlike my opponent this Sunday. She doesn’t live in reality and it honestly…disgusts me.”

She makes a face and shakes her head at the thought.

;;MIKAH “Life isn’t full of rainbows and sunshine every goddamned day. There are people out there that are dying and children who are going hungry because their parents can’t afford food. And that’s even if they have parents! But here’s Candy, skipping around backstage like she’s living in a world where shit like that isn’t happening. I understand trying to be a happy person but get your fucking head out of the clouds and face reality because reality is what’s going to save you. Living your life like nothing horrible happens isn’t realistic and honestly, it would be hard to do. But yet, here's fucking Candy acting like life is just a breeze. But let me fucking tell you something…”

She takes a deep breath as she looks at the camera before looking around at the screens around her. The videos changed from Mikah’s matches to other important news things that were going on in the world, still in black and white.

;;MIKAH “Life is a bitch. It’s not supposed to be easy and it’s not supposed to be sunshine and rainbows. And I know that you don’t want to face reality and want to live in your little bubble of happiness, but I have no fucking problem bursting your bubble and making you face what’s going to be reality on Sunday, Candy.”

Mikah simply shrugs her shoulders as she looks at the camera once more. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out once more.

;;MIKAH “I don’t honestly think you understand who the fuck you’re stepping into the ring with on Sunday. But I’m sure that you should be fully aware, Candy. I know that you have had some issues with Alicia Lukas in the past few weeks as you nearly blinded with glitter a while back….”

Mikah holds her breath for a minute to stop herself from going off on a tangent once more.

;;MIKAH “And I know that you tried to play it off like an accident, but I know better. I’m not stupid and I know that you know Alicia Lukas is a threat in the ring and one talented Bombshell. You wanted to blind her to take her out so you didn’t have to face her again. You wanted to make sure that you were always going to be the better person when it came to you and her. Will you admit that? Absolutely not. But I can read between the lines. I listened to that fake ass apology you offered to her a while back and while she accepted it, only to deceive you and then smash your head in, anybody could see that you weren’t actually sorry. You’re not as good at lying as you think you are, Candy. And I have a feeling that you are going to talk a big game for Sunday and talk about how you respect this and that, and yada yada yada.”

She rolls her eyes again.

;;MIKAH “But you and I haven’t ever stepped foot in the ring against one another. You don’t know what it’s like to go up against me or how I am in the ring; the only thing you can rely on is old video footage, and the same for me. I don’t know how you are in the ring either but you can bet that I’m better than you are, Candy.”

An arrogant look crosses her face as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Is that a little presumptuous? Maybe it is. But I’m not wrong. And I’m sure that you’re well aware of the weight my name holds backstage. And the fact that I am the measuring stick for Bombshells. I was the first person to set that record of holding the Bombshell Championship for that long. And there have only been two Bombshells that have broken that record and one of them is the current reigning Bombshell Champion and the other, is the woman who you tried to blind a while back. And both of them are worth more than even a half of you.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “Harsh? Maybe. But it’s true. Both of those women have cemented their names in the SCW history books. And most definitely will be in the Hall of Fame in the future. But what about you, Candy? What have you cemented in place for the history books of SCW? What will you be known for?”

Mikah tils her head to the side a smirk still playing on her face.

;;MIKAH “You’ll be known for being the annoying woman who skips around backstage and for being a walking safety hazard who throws glitter at people because it is pretty. And according to you, GLITTER IS PRETTY AND MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY! Or that’s what you tweeted last Sunday when it was revealed that Mac and I would be facing you and Goth this upcoming Sunday…”

She makes a face at the thought once more.

;;MIKAH “But glitter does not make me happy, Candy. While you might think it looks pretty, I think it is an annoyance. And it never fucking leaves once it’s there. It’s a hazard to everybody’s health and it should be banned from the SCW arenas.”

She nods with her own words.

;;MIKAH “I’m definitely on board with the #CancelGlitter movement but let’s take it one step further and ban glitter from the building every fucking Sunday. Will it hurt Candy’s feelings? Absolutely. But do I care if it hurts her feelings? Absolutely not. Candy needs to be brought down a level and stop thinking everything is puppies and happiness. It’s not reality and she needs to be forced to face it. And thank fucking God that she didn’t get to pick what kind of match this is going to be, because she’d probably make it be a hugging fest or some weird similar shit like that.”

Mikah shudders at the thought.

;;MIKAH “It’s no secret that I do not like people. And that even less people like me. So you can bet that Candy is not one of those people that fall on the very short list of people that I do like and tolerate for once.”

She pauses for a moment, thinking as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Just a minute…here’s some food for thought…”

She goes quiet for a moment as she thinks about what she was going to say.

;;MIKAH “What if after Mac and I win on Sunday and you can bet your ass that he and I are going to win, that I throw glitter in Candy’s face myself and see how she likes it. And no, there won’t be any apology coming from my mouth after I do it.”

She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly as she adjusts the way that she’s sitting on the stool.

;;MIKAH “How will Candy feel after she has a face full of glitter? Will she understand why glitter is canceled now? I mean, cancel culture is a thing but those who start it, never seem to cancel the right things. So this time, let’s get them to cancel glitter. And actually do something worthwhile.”

She smirks.

;;MIKAH “Actually get those Gen Zers to finally do some good.”

She gives a teasing wink at the camera. She wasn’t serious and couldn’t really be serious about it; her daughter was a part of Generation Z.

;;MIKAH “Now I know that I have focused Candy for the entirety of this thing and I know that Goth is her partner, but I don’t have to step into the ring with him. He’s all Mac’s problem but Goth isn’t entirely the worst person on the planet…”

She seemed completely hesitant about saying that out loud. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about Goth but he was definitely a step up from the annoying human being that Candy is.

;;MIKAH “He’s held the heavyweight championship before, I believe. He’s done some quality things here in SCW and I know that Candy’s happy to have him as a partner. Somebody that she can try to change into a happy person or one of those bright and shiny people that a lot of people want to pretend to be.”

Again, she shudders at the thought.

;;MIKAH “But we’re not all Stepford Wives and we’re not all cut from the same cloth and while I’m sure Goth is good in the ring, he is definitely no competition for Mac. There’s a reason that Mac is the champion today. And it’s definitely not because he’s a push over in the ring because I can assure you he’s not.”

Mikah’s mood shifts a little, the smirk being replaced with a slight scowl.

;;MIKAH “That fucker-yes, Bane-can handle the cold and not be bothered by it. He fucking does shit in Colorado where I can barely handle this 65 degree weather bullshit. And I have been his tag team partner for…”

She looks up as she tries to calculate the amount of time she’s been in the tournament.

;;MIKAH “For a while now and I know that he is a force to be reckoned with in that ring. And he’s been nothing but a wonderful partner and I have a lot of respect for the man. He brings no bullshit into the matches and he knows what’s at stake. He is also very aware that I am Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s favorite Bombshell and he’s on board of making my goal happen in just sixteen short days.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “And while I do miss teaming with Kristopher, Mac is the best partner I could have been paired with in this tournament. There is a reason why people in the company see that we’re the team to beat and that we’re the team that is picked to win this year’s tournament. And while I’m sure there were some people who thought that Mark Cross and Kat Jones were also another good team that could have gone all the way. . .”

That confident look appears in Mikah’s eyes once more as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “But Mac and I showed last week just why we are the team that’s going to win this tournament. And on Sunday?”

She hesitates again—mainly for dramatic effect. Because why not?

;;MIKAH “We’re going to prove it once more when we step into the ring with Candy and Goth. Or Team…Dark Sparklez as Candy likes to call themselves. And here’s another thing, Mac and I? We never needed a team name to know that we’re the best. We didn’t have to give ourselves a team name. The only thing that we needed to know was that we’re the best and that we’re going to win this tournament. And team Dark Sparlez? They’re just another stepping stone on the way to what I want. And for those who don’t know…”

She smirks once more.

;;MIKAH “I always get what I want. And what I want is to hear Hot Stuff Mark Ward admit that I’m his favorite Bombshell. And it’s going to happen in just sixteen days. So on Sunday, Team Walking Safety Hazard is going to come to the end of their time in the tournament. And there’s nothing else that you can do about it.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

SUNDAY, JANUARY 30, 2022
TIME: 10:30 A.M.

Mikah groans as she lands on her back after a botched move that she was working on. She’d found a ring in Honolulu and was doing her best to do better with her training. Of course, she didn’t show any signs of ring rust but she wanted to keep her skills up to par with her current co-workers. And sometimes, that meant learning new moves. And learning how to team with somebody other than Kristopher. She had invited Ally and Ally’s husband, Liam to Hawaii so that they could train and so that Ally and Liam could spend some time together without their children, Axl and Lilly. Mikah was grateful that Ally was close with her parents and that her parents jumped at being able to spoil their grandchildren for a week or so.

;;MIKAH “Why did I decide to enter this tournament? I should have just stuck to teaming with Kristopher.”

Mikah stares up at the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. She looks over at Ally, who was leaning against the ropes with a smirk on her face. Ally had managed to get somebody that was training in the center to do a mock tag team match with them. Ally was teaming with the stranger and Mikah was teaming with Liam, who was not very forgiving of Mikah’s mistakes in the ring.

::ALLY “Because you want the boss to admit you’re his favorite. And you really love proving everybody wrong. It’s in your DNA.”

Mikah presses her lips together for a moment before sitting up and looking over at Liam, who was holding an annoyed on his face.

::LIAM “There’s no small talk in a wrestling match, ladies.”

Mikah shoots him a slightly dirty look. Sometimes, his moodiness and impatience got on her last nerve. It was often why she usually only hung out with Ally when they were in town or around.

;;MIKAH “You do realize that this isn’t a real match, right? You don’t have to be such a dick.”

Mikah and Liam around one another were always explosive. She thought he was a narcissistic asshole and he thought that Mikah was an entitled bitch. Liam gives her a look, clearly not wanting to put up with her shit.

::LIAM “Ally and I can go home you know. We don’t have to help you get used to somebody else’s style of teaming.”

Mikah’s eyes narrow in the direction of Liam and she gets up and walks over to him, getting in his face. She wasn’t intimidated by him in the slightest.

;;MIKAH “I didn’t ask for your help! I asked for Ally’s help.”

Mikah didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Ally gently pulls her out of her husband’s face. Mikah shoots him a look before folding her arms over her chest as she looks at Ally.

::ALLY “Both of you calm down.”

Ally gives her husband a look and Mikah gives him a smirk while his head was turned.

::LIAM “She’s acting like this is a gossip session, not a training session.”

Mikah rolls her eyes in irritation as she looks at him again.

;;MIKAH “You think I don’t know that this is a training session? Are you fucking stupid? Clearly you’re not Mac Bane; he’s definitely way better in the ring than you.”

She didn’t care if she wasn’t helping her situation out by picking a fight with Ally’s husband. She didn’t like to be talked down to. Or talked to as if she didn’t know how to compete in a wrestling ring; she had been doing it since 2007.

::ALLY “Come on, you two. Now is not the time for you two to get into it. Mikah, we’re here to help you get the feel of not having Kris as your tag team partner…”

Mikah rolls her eyes.

::LIAM “Yeah, you can’t bat your eyes at Bane to get him to do what you want; he has a wife and won’t be seduced by your charm.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at him and rolls her eyes again. She was never one to back down from an argument. Especially an argument with Liam.

;;MIKAH “It’s a good thing I was never going to try to sleep with him, then isn’t it? I’m also pretty sure he looks a lot different than Kristopher. But I didn’t know that you were talking to Danielle Weston. That’s good to know.”

Mikah knew that he wasn’t but she also was well aware that Liam knew how to get under her skin. He knew that Dani saying what she said almost three months ago had somewhat bothered Mikah and he was going to use it against her.

::LIAM “I’m not friends with anybody that works for SCW. Or anybody that really wrestles anymore. But she was right. You do seem to hop around from bed to bed.”

Ally gives her husband a look, trying to get him to stop but Mikah just laughs and shakes her head.

;;MIKAH “Maybe from my bed in Hawaii to Kristopher’s bed in San Diego. But I thought you were better than that, Liam. I thought you were above slut shaming since you have a young daughter and are raising her to be a strong, independent woman. But apparently not.”

Liam was never fond of Mikah’s dramatics but he couldn’t deny that she was right there. He sighs and gives her a look before looking at his wife.

::LIAM “Alright, fine. You win. I’ll stop as long as you promise to stop as well….I don’t think it’s necessary that you and I are at odds right now.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders but stops mid shrug, realizing it was an action she frequently did. She was still trying to be a better person and it was definitely a work in progress.

;;MIKAH “Alright, fine. Let’s not talk about it. Let’s just get back to the match or whatever.”

Ally smiled in relief before they each get back in their respective corners to restart.

;;MIKAH “I’m still not sure how this is going to help me….Liam and Mac’s styles of wrestling are different.”

She wasn’t worried about Mac not carrying his weight or whatever but more about how they were going to work together. She had a history of not playing well with others. She even hadn’t played well with Kristopher for a while. But it was different this time for the tournament; she liked her partner and respected him. And she didn’t have to worry about his dedication to the company or to the sport either; he portrayed that more than a lot of other people in the company had. Admittedly, probably better than she did herself.

::ALLY “No, but you’ve also stated before that you do not play well with others. And you’ve also stated how you only like teaming with Kris. This is going to hopefully help you work through that. And then we will work on your social skills.”

Mikah scowls a little at the thought and folds her arms over her chest once more with a pout present on her face.

;;MIKAH “My social skills are fine.”

Ally laughs a little at Mikah’s stance and the way she was pouting.

::ALLY “Mikah, you do not like people. And I know that you prefer to lock yourself in your hotel room with Kris when you travel to shows. And prefer not to leave your locker room when you are at the show.”

Mikah looks at Ally before feeling Liam nudge her and she turns to give him a look but sighs. She knew that she could talk with Ally after they were done with training. They get back to work, working on it for a good hour before Mikah collapses down on the mat, breathing heavy and hard as she looks over at Ally who collapses next to her with a smile. Liam rolls his eyes at the two women before leaving to go use the showers in the locker room.

;;MIKAH “How did you know that I isolate myself away from others? Other than with Kris, obviously.”

Ally looks over at her friend with a smile on her face.

::ALLY “You have never been the biggest people person. When you worked at that bar in New York City right after you moved there, you even hated the people there. But you did the job because you needed the money.”

Mikah gives Ally a sheepish look. She didn’t think that she was that predictable. But how could anybody blame her? She always enjoyed the bubble when it was just her and Kristopher when they were on the road.

;;MIKAH “I didn’t realize that I was that predictable. However, I don’t think I’ll change that much. Maybe just not isolate myself during the tournament; Mac deserves a lot better than that. Do you think…Kris is going to feel left out?”

She was sure that Kris was going to be alright with her being in the tournament. However, it wasn’t like he had much of a choice now. It was too late. She’d already entered and hre name was drawn and then Mac’s name had been drawn next.

::ALLY “Are you planning on ignoring him during this tournament?”

Mikah gives Ally a look as if she was crazy.

;;MIKAH “Of course not! If anything, I’ll probably try to spend more time with him. I just…don’t want him to think that I’m abandoning him and our team for this tournament. Or to try to be the Bombshell Champion again.”

Ally raises an eyebrow at her.

::ALLY “Isn’t that part of the reason?”

Ally was sure that Mikah would want to at least try to see if she could win the Bombshell Championship for a fourth time. Mikah presses her lips together as she stares up at the ceiling, thinking about the possibility of facing Amber Ryan or whoever is the Bombshell Champion by the time this tournament is over. Mikah finally looks over at Ally and shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “And deal with all the stress and anxiety that comes with being the champion? I don’t think so. I really just want to hear the boss admit to everybody that I’m his favorite Bombshell. It’s my goal for this year. Also, I really want to be able to stop that annoying twit from winning for a third time.”

Mikah rolls her eyes in sheer thought of that happening for a third year in a row.

::ALLY “I’ve never heard anybody say that they didn’t want a championship shot.”

Ally chuckles at the thought of Mikah turning it down.

;;MIKAH “I’m not going to turn it down, obviously. I’d like to see if I can beat Amber but it’s not a necessary for me. If it happens, great. But it’s more important to me to hear Mark Ward admit that I’m his favorite. Everybody already knows it anyways.”

At least, that’s how Mikah saw it anyways. She had tunnel vision when it came to seeing things the way she wanted to.

::ALLY “Your opinion.”

Mikah smirks over at Ally before sitting up.

;;MIKAH “And in forty-nine days, it’s going to be a fact. Plus, I’m already a champion with Kristopher. That’s definitely more important and it’s why he and I returned to SCW. It wasn’t for me to potentially get a shot at Amber’s championship.”

Ally sits up as well and watches as Mikah pulls her hair off of her neck and makes a face at the sweaty feeling of it.

::ALLY “But what happens if you and Bane win the tournament and you get the shot at Amber and you win? What will you do then? They won’t let you hold two championships…”

Mikah presses her lips together at the thought of having to give one of the belts up. She looks at Ally before standing up and tugging at her bottoms, pulling them out of places where they didn’t need to be.

;;MIKAH “You know who’s problem that is?”

She smirks as she looks over at Ally before helping her up.

::ALLY “Who’s?”

Mikah chuckles as she looks around before they both get out of the ring to walk to the locker rooms. Mikah didn’t like to shower at the gym but she also didn’t want to get sweat in her new Tesla.

;;MIKAH “Future Mikah’s. Not mine. I just have to worry about winning on Sunday. One step at a time, you know.”

Ally nods her head as they walk into the women’s locker room of the training facility.

::ALLY “You’re still going to have to make that choice. But you’re lucky you have forty-nine days to delay the inevitable. Or less, depending on if you lose before the finals.”

Mikah’s eyebrows furrow together at the thought of losing the tournament. It wasn’t something she really wanted to think about. She had it in her head that her and Bane were going to win it all and usually, when she set her mind on doing something, she did it.

;;MIKAH “It’s a good thing that Bane and I are going to make it to the finals then, isn’t it? There isn’t any other choice that I will accept. Everybody else is just going to have to deal with it. Maybe it will feel like when I made all those Bombshells go on strike.”

She smirks a little at the thought and Ally shakes her head. They both gather their things they need for the shower before walking into the area with the shower stalls.

::ALLY “Sometimes I worry about what goes on inside that head of yours. You shouldn’t be proud that you caused them to go on strike, Mikah.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders as she closes the door to her stall and sets her stuff on the ledge in the shower.

;;MIKAH “It’s honestly not my fault that I’m the fucking best. And they couldn’t beat me.”


FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 04, 2022
TIME: 10:45 PM

The scene opens up to downtown Las Vegas or more specifically, the Neon Museum where a lot of the older signs were on display. Mikah had arranged it with the managers of the place so she could film her promo for Climax Control. She had paid a hefty amount of money to be able to sit between the words “Lady Luck” without having to be worried about being fine. She was hesitant aft first, heights never having been her favorite thing in the world. But she arranged it so that there was a safety net in the back in case she fell.

She sits there, her feet crosses at the ankles and a smirk on her face. Her mixed tag team championship belt sat next to her. She was sporting a pair of white skinny jeans and a turquoise crop top. She’d thought about sporting her Reckless Elite attire, but that wouldn’t make her and Bane look as if they were on the same page. And she wanted to be on the same page. After all, they had the same goal in mind. Was it necessary for her championship belt to be there? Absolutely not. But if it wasn’t there, she wouldn’t be Mikah.

;;MIKAH “Another year, another tournament and another year I decided to enter. Is it out of character for me?”

She tilts her head to the side, thinking for a moment. She then looks at the camera as she also focuses on sitting still so she didn’t fall off. That is just what Mark and Christian need; an injured Bombshell to replace in the tournament.

;;MIKAH “Probably. But if anybody is to blame for me signing up this year, it is most definitely Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s fault.”

That look that she wears so well appears on her face.

;;MIKAH “I want him to admit to everybody that I am his favorite Bombshell that has ever stepped into a SCW wrestling ring.”

She glances around, the lights from the other signs illuminating her face. There was definitely a reason that she was choosing to film her promo so late at night and that was so the signs could be the source of light.

;;MIKAH “If you ask any other Bombshell that has entered this tournament what their reason is for entering the Blast From the Past tournament, their answer will be to get a shot at the Bombshell Championship that my partner’s wife currently holds. And clearly, that should be every Bombshell’s endgame for this tournament. But…”

She pauses momentarily as she feels a little uneasy for a moment. She regains her composure before smirking.

;;MIKAH “I’ve already held that championship. Three times. Do I really need another run with it? I mean, obviously I’ll try but it’s not my reasoning for joining this tournament.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear as the wind lightly blows it around her face.

;;MIKAH “I think hearing the Boss Man admit to everybody that I am his favorite when Bane and I win this tournament is way more important. Has he ever admitted that to anybody else in the history of this company? Absolutely not. But I want to be the first to get him to admit that I am his favorite. Because I am. And then I can put it on everything. Shirts, hats, hoodies, books, and anything else you can plaster it on. I want it to be displayed everywhere to make sure everybody knows it. Also to be reminded that I can do anything I want. Because being the boss’ favorite, means that I get to do whatever I want.”

She did already anyways; it was her reasoning for being able to do as she pleases anyways.

;;MIKAH “I already do whatever I want, whenever I want anyways. Might as well have an excuse to continue to do what I want. Also, the fact that nobody believes me when I state that I am his favorite is blasphemous. Has he let anybody else take over his office? Absolutely not. But honestly? I can’t blame him. SCW’s resident nut job always tries to say that she’s his favorite, but we all know that he can’t stand even one of her personalities, let alone all fifteen. Or is it twenty now?”

She frowns a little bit before shrugging her shoulders. She always had to get her digs in on Christina’s expense.

;;MIKAH “Doesn’t matter, not really. So while all of the other Bombshells are aiming to get a shot at Amber Ryan’s Bombshell Championship, I’m aiming to get the Boss to say that I’m his favorite. I clearly have my priorities straight.”

She winks at the camera as she swings her legs lightly, trying to breathe through the slight panic that was settling in the pit of her stomach. She was good about keeping it off of her face as she holds that confident look on her face. There was a reason that she avoided going to the top rope and it had everything to do with heights. And she was definitely better at keeping her feet on the ground; it’s why she loved technical wrestling so much more than high flying.

;;MIKAH “However, the winners of the tournament…meaning Bane and myself will not be crowned for another forty-three days and the first team that Bane and I have to face is that of Sierra Williams and Joshua Acquin.”

She makes a face before smirking once more.

;;MIKAH “Last year I was teamed with Sierra’s husband, Lachlan Kane in this tournament. And this year, I get to face her in the first round. Well, Bane and I get to face her and her partner, Joshua.”

She smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “What a crazy time that we have here. It’s funny how things work and how fast time flies. I’ll be honest, I’m not too familiar with Sierra or her style and I’ve never stepped foot in the ring with her before, so it’s going to be new to the both of us come Sunday.”

She was used to fighting new opponents now but when she was the Bombshell Champion during her first round, it was the same old competition and it grew tedious and boring. She couldn’t imagine how Amber Ryan was currently feeling.

;;MIKAH “I’m not a stranger to fighting somebody that I haven’t faced before in that wrestling ring. Because there’s now a lot of Bombshells that I haven’t faced before. So while I know not a lot about Sierra, I’m not going to act like I’m scared of her. And I highly doubt that she’s going to act like she’s scared of me, even though she should be. A little bit, anyways. ”

She looks around, enjoying the way that the lights looked around her.

;;MIKAH “Everybody knows who I am and if they don’t, they’re going to pretty quickly. They realize very quickly who I am.”

She lets out a breath of air she hadn’t known that she was holding as she looks around again, her eyes wandering over the old signs that had been donated to the Neon Museum.

;;MIKAH “Just like these old signs are a piece of Las Vegas’ history, this tournament is a piece of SCW’s history and so am I. I will have my name in those record books more than once. So it’s only fair that I gave this tournament another chance, even though I’ve said that I would never enter it again. And look what happened this year; I get teamed with Mac Bane, the current Heavyweight Champion. I mean, it’s just fitting that this is the year that I get a worthy partner. After all it is the year that we’re going to hear Hot Stuff Mark Ward admit that I’m his favorite...”

She smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “It’s always going to come back to that, you know. Because it’s my reason for being a part of this tournament this year. I could give two fucks about facing Amber Ryan for the Bombshell Championship. Props to her for tackling the anxiety that comes with the job of  being the Bombshell Champion. That was a migraine every time I held it and while I’ll be happy to step in the ring with Amber if that time comes, I can’t say that I want that responsibility anymore.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “Should I have maybe let somebody else who wanted the shot at the Bombshell Championship sign up? Possibly. But I’m selfish. I’ve said it before and my Kristopher can tell you that I am as well. It’s not something I try to hide. I’m open about it. I’m also open about the fact that I’m not a nice person and don’t let Despayre tell you any different. I save all of my niceness for him.”

It was the truth. Despy always saw the best in her and refused to notice the darkness inside of her. The not so nice side that so many of the residents of SCW saw.

;;MIKAH “If anybody is at a disadvantage in this match on Sunday, it’s me.”

She could hear the commentators of SCW disagreeing with her already. She was sure they’d have a comment or two about that statement.

;;MIKAH “Oh I mean by the fact that Sierra has a plethora of video footage she could go through. She can definitely find out more about me than I can about her. Also, I don’t really fucking care about what she’s previously done in this company. Or if she’s done fuck all. Because I’ve pretty much done it all. And her accomplishments definitely do not match up with mine. There’s literally no comparison when it comes to everything that I’ve done in this company. Let’s face it, she’s not just facing another nobody. Sure, she’s faced Samantha Marlowe and Samantha Marlowe has beaten me but Samantha Marlowe is also a flash in the pan. Successful one minute and then not the next. And she’s way too nice. Who the fuck is that nice all the time?”

She makes a face and acts like she’s sticking her tongue down her throat.

;;MIKAH “Not the point. Samantha Marlowe is not my opponent, Sierra Williams is.”

She takes a moment to recollect her thoughts and re-focus.

;;MIKAH “And Joshua Acquin, of course. Joshua’s made a name for himself in SCU as their Champion.”

A glint passes through her eyes, one that many have seen before.

;;MIKAH “What’s it say about him that he never found such success in SCW like he has in SCU?”

She leans forward, her hands gripping the edge of the bean she’s sitting on as she smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “I’m not saying that he’s incompetent or anything. . .I’m just saying how come he never had that type of success in a SCW ring?”

She raises her eyebrows at the question she had just asked out loud.

;;MIKAH “So you can see why I’m not worried about Joshua very much. I have the utmost confidence in Mac that he can handle whatever Joshua brings on Sunday. Hell, I’m sure I could as well.”

Although, size wise, she probably couldn’t. She barely weighed 110 pounds because of her lack of interest in food. And that silly little eating disorder she had to fight every other month.

;;MIKAH “Sierra is very knowledgeable and well-adjusted when it comes to mixed tag-team wrestling. Just like I currently am..”

Her eyes flicker down to her championship that was sitting to her left, closer to the word LUCK.

;;MIKAH “Seeing as a I am a two time Mixed Tag Team Champion and currently one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions. Thanks Mercedes, by the way.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “She knows how the terms of this match works. She understands how the match is going to go seeing as she is no stranger to the rules of the game. But she’s not me.”

When Mikah was in front of the camera, there was no lack of confidence. She was always so confident in her abilities in that ring. More than she was confident in her job as a mother. Strange how that works.

;;MIKAH “I’m not going to say that I’m not one to brag about my own accomplishments because that would make me a hypocrite. Everybody in this match knows what I’m capable of and I’m not going to hold back on Sunday just because. I plan on doing everything in my power to make sure that Bane and I will emerge victorious.”

She takes a breath for a second, shivering slightly due to the slightly chilly weather of Las Vegas. She already missed Hawaii.

;;MIKAH “Am I going to miss teaming with Kristopher this weekend? Probably. I’m used to his style and the way he and I work in the ring. And…outside of the ring.”

She couldn’t help but add that in there, a smirk playing on her face once more. Was it highly inappropriate? Probably. Did she care? Absolutely not.

;;MIKAH “But is that going to affect the way that Bane and I work together on Sunday?”

She shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH “No. Because I believe that he can handle everything that is thrown his way. Plus, I’m sure that he’s very capable of being a worth tag team partner. He was in the finals last year with Myra Rivers as his partner. He can definitely say he’s better in this tournament than I am. He definitely already can say that he holds the better track record, because he does.”

She was trying this new thing where she gave credit where it was due to those who deserved it.

;;MIKAH “I’ll be honest, when I signed up to be in this tournament, I didn’t believe that I was going to get a partner I could get along with. But when Christian Underwood pulled Mac’s name out of the bag, I was more than happy. And now, here we are in the first round. Facing Joshua Acquin and Sierra Williams.”

She glances behind one of the letters of Lady Luck.

;;MIKAH “You know, I’m sitting here on the sign that says Lady Luck….and the most ironic thing about that is that I don’t believe in luck. And I fully believe that luck is for losers. I don’t rely on luck to get me anything in life.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “I rely on sheer talent and my athletic ability.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “I can’t say that I have high hopes that Sierra Williams will keep my personal life out of her mouth because it’s usually the first thing that everybody uses against me. But that doesn’t matter because I’m going to make sure that she doesn’t get the one up on me. I’ll let Mac handle Joshua and then after we win….”

She reaches behind the Y of Lady and pulls out a bottle of champagne then grabs a glass from behind the L of Luck.

;;MIKAH “We can celebrate our advancing in the tournament.”

She smirks before pouring herself a glass of the alcohol. She wasn’t typically a champagne drinker and it had been a long time since she’d had any alcohol.

;;MIKAH “Sunday can’t come faster….”

She takes a sip of the bubbly liquid before smirking.

;;MIKAH “Soon to be forty-two days.”

She winks at the camera. She knew that Hot Stuff Mark Ward would know that the message was for him.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 12, 2022
TIME: 10:30 A.M.

She sighs as she sits down at the desk in her office room, where she handled everything she needed to get done before any changes she made in her life and in her children’s lives as well. She opens her laptop and uses the fingerprint scanner to unlock it as she pulls up her to do list. Somehow, her and Kris had had a conversation about returning as a team to take on what they had originally wanted to achieve over a year ago. Almost two years ago, if she remembered correctly. She had a lot to figure out before she could leave Hawaii to prepare the match that was already made. They already secured a championship match against Mercedes Vargas and Goth. On paper, it was a great match as all four of them were in the Hall of Fame. And all of their names held respect in the back.

She hadn’t been against returning as a team, not really but she couldn’t deny that she was apprehensive about the idea. She had two children to figure out what to do with and it wasn’t like Leighton’s father could come back from the dead to watch them. And she couldn’t rely on Drake to stay sober long enough to watch Myles either. So, she sent an email out to her previous assistant, Ruby to see if she’d be willing to be a nanny off and on for a while. Ruby’d had a rough patch lately; her boyfriend had dumped her and she was struggling to get back on her feet. And Mikah had tried to give her her old job back but Ruby wouldn’t take it. Something about how Mikah didn’t really need an assistant any more since she wasn’t competing on the regular. But what Mikah did need now was somebody that could come live in her Hawaii home when she wasn’t able to do that. Ruby had gotten there that morning and she was currently getting adjusted in her room that Mikah’d had set up for her.

Mikah looks at the screen of her laptop and sighs as she checks off another thing that was written on her to do list. She just had to make sure the house was stocked with any necessity that the kids could want or need. She knew that Leighton was self-sufficient but she needed to make it clear to the teenager that Ruby was in charge when Mikah wasn’t there. She was sure that Leighton would be okay with it because she was a calm teenager but Mikah hadn’t really every given her many rules before now.

;;MIKAH “Now to go talk to the teenager.”

She looks again at the screen before closing the laptop and standing up. She walks out of the office and down the hallway to Leighton’s bedroom where she was working on her homework. She knocks and waits for Leighton’s okay to come in before walking into the teenager’s bedroom. Leighton’s bedroom was simple with white walls and an earthy aesthetic to it. Something she had seen on TikTok no doubt but Mikah had given her no limits when it had come to decorating her bedroom.

;;MIKAH “Can we talk Leigh?”

Mikah sits down on the bench thing that Leighton had in her room before looking at the teenager. Mikah smiles as Leighton looks at her and she briefly gets the image of Christian Othniel in her head before Leighton nods her head.

::LEIGHTON “Sure mom, what’s up?”

Mikah had talked about with Leighton about her decision to go back to SCW to form the tag team once again with Kris to do what they had intended to do over a year ago. Leighton hadn’t seem displeased about it but Mikah couldn’t read her daughter’s emotions very well.

;;MIKAH “Are you okay with me going back to SCW to compete? You can be honest with me, Leighton. I won’t judge you.”

Mikah watches her child’s face as she tries to read the emotions that appear on her daughter’s face. But once again, it’s hard to read them.

::LEIGHTON “Mom, it’s fine. I’m used to it, you do it all the time. You should be asking Myles, really.”

A frown crosses Mikah’s face as she looks at her daughter. But she couldn’t say that her daughter was wrong because she was right. Mikah had left Leighton with a nanny more often than she hadn’t as a child.

;;MIKAH “Leighton, you do know that I wish I had taken you with me on the road more than I had when you were a child, right?”

Mikah had thought she was going to be a crappy mother so she had distanced herself from her daughter when she got into wrestling even though she was wrestling for Leighton. So that she could have everything she ever wanted. She wanted to be a better mother to Leighton than her own mother had been to her growing up.

::LEIGHTON “Mom, I’m fine. I’m alive and I know that you love me. It’s not a big deal.”

It was in typical teenage fashion that Leighton was trying to brush off what her mother was saying. But Mikah wanted her daughter to be able to talk to her about things. She didn’t want Leighton to feel like she couldn’t come to her with anything.

;;MIKAH “I know, Leighton. And you’re right, I do love you. But it wasn’t fair to you as a child; you should have had your mother there instead of a nanny. And I do not think I’ve ever fully apologized to you for it. You deserved more than what I gave you, Leighton. And you’ll never know how amazed I am with how you’ve grown up.”

Mikah smiles as she watches Leighton turn to face her. Leighton thinks for a moment, studying her mother’s face before smiling at her and then hugging her. Mikah smiles and hugs Leighton back.

::LEIGHTON “Thank you, mom.”

It wasn’t the reason that Mikah had gone into Leighton’s room, originally. But the way that Leighton had tried to blow off her answers changed the way that she was interacting with Leighton.

;;MIKAH “Now the real reason I came in here…”

Leighton frowns a little bit but pulls back and sits next to her mother.

::LEIGHTON “Alright, spill. Are you pregnant again?”

Mikah makes a face before shaking her head no, chuckling at the thought of being pregnant for a third time. The second time had been a struggle enough and she was almost sure she was done having kids. Maybe.

;;MIKAH “No. I am not pregnant, Leighton.”

Leighton laughs a little bit but visibly relaxes.

::LEIGHTON “Good. I love Myles but I don’t know if we could handle another baby.”

Mikah smiles at Leighton and nods her head. She knew where her daughter was coming from.

;;MIKAH “Oh I agree. And a baby with mine and Kris’ DNA? Could be dangerous. I mean obviously very, very cute but you know. Anyways, back on topic. I hired a nanny….to be here when I’m on the road.”

She watches Leighton’s face and waits for her to combust or argue with her but the emotions don’t seem to come.

::LEIGHTON “Okay. For Myles?”

Mikah nods her head because Ruby was there to watch Myles, mainly. And for Leighton to go to if she needed anything that she couldn’t get herself. And for Mikah to be able to sleep in a hotel with Kris and not worry about her children being on an island without an adult there.

;;MIKAH “Yes. Essentially. However, there are going to be a few rules for you to abide by with Ruby as well. Nothing big as Ruby isn’t in charge of you per se but you do need to check in with her before you go anywhere. And I want you back in the house by no later than 11 p.m. each night, Leighton. There won’t be Kristopher here to save you from any big bad sea monster, you know. So try to be cautious when you go in the ocean as well. That’s all it is, really.”

Mikah takes a deep breath, having said all of that in one breath so she didn’t overthink what she wanted to say. It was almost as if she was terrified of her teenager. And maybe a piece of her was because she couldn’t imagine that raising a teenager was this easy.

::LEIGHTON “Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t think that’s an unreasonable request. When are you and Kris going to go to the mainland?”

Mikah frowns a little bit, having forgotten that little part of the deal. She wasn’t fond of the mainland and felt that the people there were a lot more judgmental than they were on the island. She takes a deep breath before looking at Leighton.

;;MIKAH “I…am not sure. I will have to talk to Kristopher about that one. He’s…painting? I think.”

Sometimes, it was a chore to keep up with the things that Kristopher did when they weren’t hooked to one another’s side.

::LEIGHTON “Are you going to go find him then?”

Leighton could tell that Mikah was thinking about going to go find her missing boyfriend. Mikah smiles at Leighton before nodding her head. She stands up and gives her daughter an appreciative smile.

;;MIKAH “Thank for being a great kid, Leighton.”

Leighton rolls her eyes at her mother before shooing her away.

::LEIGHTON “Go find Kris.”

Mikah chuckles before walking out of her daughter’s room to go find where Kris had disappeared off too. She was sure he was more than likely in the room where he liked to paint. Or he was off training. She wasn’t sure exactly where she’d find him but she was hoping he was painting. And not training. She was still exhausted from Tuesday’s training hours and she wasn’t even out of shape.

She walks into the room that was designated his painting room or art room, whichever he felt like doing for the day. She leans against the doorframe as she watches him for a moment, just enjoying the way he used the paint brush on the canvas. There was something about the way the two were together now that made it easier, comfortable and maybe just right. This time felt like it worked and was going to work. Neither of them were married to other people and they’d both done their best to work through their issues. Hawaii had been such a big help for Mikah to clear her head from everything that had happened since her divorce from Drake. Time to heal and time to control the panic attacks she was getting on the mainland. She hadn’t had one of those since she made the move permanent. And they weren’t snappy with one another anymore and she couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a disagreement either. She didn’t want SCW to change that, either. It was maybe bothering her a little bit at the thought that it could happen again. She watches as he sits down in a hair to study the canvas and she takes this moment to walk into the room more and she walks over to him and carefully moves to straddle his lap, sitting on it but facing him.

;;MIKAH “Hiding?”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

::KRIS “From you? Never. From Myles? Maybe.”

She chuckles at his words but understood where he was coming from. Myles had officially hit the terrible twos and was now throwing at least three tantrums per day.

;;MIKAH “Understandable.”

She leans in and kisses him softly. He lets his hands move around her waist a little as she looks at him after pulling back from the kiss.

::KRIS “Maybe he does have a little of his father in him.”

Mikah laughs again at the comment before nodding her head, willing to blame the two and a half year old’s tantrums on his father’s genes. She looks at him with a smile on her face.

;;MIKAH “We’re going to be okay in SCW, right?”

She wasn’t scared to share her emotions with him anymore, not like she had been once upon a time. She had allowed herself to become more vulnerable with him and allowed him to see the parts of her that she didn’t share with the world.

::KRIS “Of course. We’re going to dominate the entire division. Just like we had planned to last year.”

It wasn’t what she meant when she asked if they were going to be okay. She meant if they were going to be okay as a couple. She knew it was an irrational thought but she thought that SCW might tear them apart if they were to go back full time. She bites her bottom lip, the worry slipping into her eyes as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “That’s…not what I meant. I mean, obviously we’re going to dominate the division. But I meant…are we going to be okay in SCW? As a couple?”

She looks into his eyes and she blushes a little bit but doesn’t look away as the vulnerability sits there in her eyes. He reaches up with his hand that had paint on it and brushes the hair out of her face, unintentionally smearing paint on her forehead.

::KRIS “Of course we’re going to be okay. It’s going to be different this time, better.”

She relaxes a little bit at hearing the words coming out of his mouth and she leans back in and kisses him again. She pulls back for a moment and looks into his eyes again and scrunches her nose up at him.

;;MIKAH “Good…I was thinking that either on Sunday or Monday that we can go back to the mainland. Maybe San Diego? Or we could go straight to Reno?”

She looks at him again, smiling warmly at him.

::KRIS “Sounds like a plan to me.”

She smiles again before leaning down and kissing him once again as she starts to feel her worries slip away.

;;MIKAH “Perfect.”



SATURDAY, JANUARY 15, 2022
TIME: 2:45 PM

The scene opens up in Kaneohe, Hawaii with Mikah’s extravagant multi-million dollar house behind her. The camera gets a good view of the ocean before the camera settles on Mikah, who is seating on beach towel that’s spread out on the sand and close to the edge of the water. She didn’t seem to mind that the end of the towel was getting wet as the waves of the ocean lapped at her feet. She is dressed in a simple pair of black jean shorts and an orange crop tank top with the words RECKLESS ELITE written across the chest.

;;MIKAH “Miss me?”

A smile stretches across her face as she looks at the camera before looking back out at the ocean as the waves hit her fit lightly. For the most part, it was a relatively calm day for the ocean.

;;MIKAH “Of course, it hasn’t been that long. But of course you all missed me. After all, I am the best.”

She winks at the camera with a smirk still on her face. There was something about her that screamed peace and calm.

;;MIKAH “It’s been two months since I’ve stepped into a SCW ring, where I lost to Dani Weston. Two months since I said I was done with singles competition…”

Her eyes twinkle with a knowing look.

;;MIKAH “But I never said I was done with wrestling completely. I knew that one day Kris and I would want to come back as a team once more to once again take what was ours. That division was made for us. Christian Underwood and Hot Stuff Mark Ward can deny it all they want to but the history of SCW only proves my statement as a fact.”

She smirks again, her eyes flickering back out to the horizon over the ocean.

;;MIKAH “A few years back, when Kris and I were both dominating the Bombshell and Mens divisions respectively, we had mentioned something about a mixed tag division and how once we decided we’d drop the top tier titles, we’d go after the Mixed Tag Team Championships”

She flickers her eyes over to the camera for a moment or so before looking back at the ocean.

;;MIKAH “And in 2020, Kris and I did just that. Granted, our run was a little rocky between the two of use. We weren’t always on the same page but him and I together? We’re undefeated and I would even say…unbeatable.”

Another look passes through her eyes as she looks at the ocean before looking back at the camera for a moment or two.

;;MIKAH “You see, it doesn’t seem to matter whether Kris and I are on the same page outside of the ring because we still know how to do something a lot of people in SCW don’t know how to do. And that’s win.”

That confident look that she wears so well easily slips into her eyes as she focuses on the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “The only kink that got thrown into our plan when we were the Mixed Tag Team Champions is when Kris won the World Heavyweight Championship. And before Mercedes says it next week, it’s not a dig at Coby. Coby was a phenomenal partner and him and I worked well together but it wasn’t the same as working with Kris.”

She shrugs her shoulders with a smile.

;;MIKAH “And I’m going to be honest, Kris and I the last time we were tag team champions?”

Mikah makes a face before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH “We were a mess behind the scenes and couldn’t seem to want much to do with one another over a year ago. Both of us had our own issues to deal with and working on them together wasn’t an option. But even in the midst of our off screen troubles, we had it together in the ring. We were well adjusted as a working tag team, even though we couldn’t seem to get along behind the scenes. So can you imagine what it will be like now?”

She focuses on the camera once more, her attention solely on it.

;;MIKAH “Kris and I are definitely on the same page. And we have been since September. Things are going good, smooth even and how do you think that that is going to affect the way we work in the ring? If you think that we were unstoppable before, you’re going to be surprised at just how unstoppable we’re going to be this run.”

She couldn’t keep the confidence out of her tone or out of her eyes as she stares at the camera. She had always been confident in not only her own skills but in Kris’ as well. She often told him he was the better out of the two of them even if he refused to admit that it was true.

;;MIKAH “I’m sure there are going to those who will only comment on the fact that Kris and I are in a relationship. Or that our relationship isn’t going to last. Or surprise, surprise, they’ll call me a whore again because they can’t find their own original insult to come up with. But what’s shocking to me is that it’s now 20-fucking-22 and we’re still slut shaming women for having sex with different partners. And disclaimer before anybody goes there, I am only having sex with Kris. Not that you needed to know that but I’m only telling everybody so that you don’t spread the rumor that I’m fucking around on him. Because no doubt that you all would try.”

She rolls her eyes in irritation.

;;MIKAH “But what does this have to do with mine and Kris’ upcoming match against the current Mixed Tag Team Champions?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera before shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Absolutely nothing but has that stopped anybody before from bringing in my personal life to use against me? Did it stop the child that is Dani Weston from spouting off the mouth about my relationship with Kris? Or about my previous marriage to Drake Green? Absolutely not. She couldn’t come with anything else to say about me, so she went the petty route. I’ve figured out that these Bombshells that I’ve been placed up against don’t have anything else to say about me, so they go after my personal life. After my relationships and my failed relationships because they think it’s relevant to how I perform in the ring. But you tell me how me fucking Kris has anything to do with my in-ring performance?”

She raises an eyebrow as she asks the question.

;;MIKAH “Because I can bet that I’m just as baffled as you are when it comes to that question. And I honestly hope that Mercedes Vargas doesn’t go there but I don’t have high hopes that she won’t. Nobody else has refrained from brining my personal life up against me, so I won’t hold her to a higher caliber than I do the other imbeciles in the back, that I don’t like.”

It wasn’t a secret that Mikah wasn’t on friendly terms with people that were a part of the SCW locker room. She never kept that a secret either.

;;MIKAH “And why should I hold her to a higher caliber than the other girls in the back? Because she’s considered a veteran here in SCW? Okay. Maybe she is but that doesn’t mean that she’s better than me. Because statistically?”

Her trademark smirk returns on her face.

;;MIKAH “She’s not better than me. Not even close.”

Mikah shakes her head to go along with her words.

;;MIKAH “The one thing Mercedes Vargas has going for her is that she is SCW’s resident history book. If you want to know about something that’s happened in the past, you go to her to get your answers. How does she do it? I’m not sure. And honestly? I don’t care.”

She makes a face at the thought of it.

;;MIKAH “Mercedes and I have faced off several times before. We’re not strangers to how each of us works in the ring. But here’s the good part…she doesn’t have a win over me.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “The record books don’t lie, Mercedes. I’ve checked my record; you’ve never beaten me. And I’m sure you’ll bring up different things that I’ve said throughout my career because you remember things easily or you have them written down somewhere to use against me. But you cannot say that you’ve ever won a match when it comes to facing me.”

She can’t help the arrogant look that slips into her eyes, the remnants of her old self slowly rearing its ugly head. She wasn’t the same person, there was a different calmness to her that wasn’t there before. But every now and then her arrogance showed.

;;MIKAH “She’s going to bring up the fact that I avidly spoke out against tag team wrestling. Or my previous drinking problem. Hell, she might even bring up my eating disorder to use against me. And will she be wrong? No, not really.”

She was being a lot more open than she used to be.

;;MIKAH “I did hate tag team wrestling. But I hated tagging with another Bombshell, I never had a problem tagging with Kris. Not once. He and I have always worked well together. We know how to put our differences aside to get things done in the ring. Could I do that with another Bombshell? Absolutely not. Because for so long, I had a target on my back.  And now, I’m the person that a lot of them look to as to how to be successful. I set records within my first year of being employed by SCW and that can’t be taken from me.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “There’s a reason that I’m considered the best. The motherfucking Queen, if you will. Even if I lose, I’m still respected as one of the best. Why do you think that is, Mercedes? I know that you’re respected amongst everybody as well. But when somebody thinks of the best, who do they think of? Nine times out of ten, my name lands at the top. Tommy Knocks thought so.”

It was an accomplishment she held close to her heart.

;;MIKAH “I’m not going to lie to everybody and say that I’m going to look at this match as a walk in the park because I’m not stupid. I know that Mercedes is going to bring her best when we meet in 8 days in that wrestling ring. I wasn’t born yesterday. I know what she plans to do but the fact is that she hasn’t beaten me in the ring has to hold some weight to it. Maybe this time will be the time she finally gets the win over me that she is looking for.”

Another simple shrug of her shoulders as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “But it’s not going to be easy for her. I know all of her accomplishments because she spouts them off any chance that you’ll give her. Or at the drop of a hat if she thinks that somebody’s willing to listen to her spout them off. But I’ve got accomplishments too.”

She smile genuinely at the camera as she glances behind her at the house that sat there.

;;MIKAH “I’m a SCW Hall of Famer. A former three time Bombshell Champion. I’m a grand slam champion.”

She ticks each accomplishment off as she looks back at the ocean.

;;MIKAH “And those are just my SCW accomplishments. The fact that she spouts her accomplishments off in SCW so willingly makes me wonder how much of a life she has outside of SCW?”

She looks at the camera for a fleeting second before looking back at the ocean.

;;MIKAH “Because I have a lot of accomplishments in my personal life that I would prefer be mentioned rather than who I’ve fucked and who I haven’t. Like the fact that I have an amazing sixteen year old daughter and a smart little two and half year old son. I was able to move to Hawaii without any financial worries. But nobody cares about those accomplishments.”

She sighs a little bit.

;;MIKAH “Because they don’t apply to SCW and that’s fine. But how does my sex life apply to SCW?”

She looks at the camera and raises an eyebrow.

;;MIKAH “But let’s just hope that Mercedes doesn’t take that route; doesn’t follow the easy path. I mean she could get creative and try to bring up my drinking problem. Accuse me of drinking before a match, even though I never drank before a match. And never drank when I was booked for a match. Or maybe she’ll bring up my disappearance after Coby and I lost the titles last spring. She’s very meticulous about the things she knows and remembers.”

A simple shrug of her shoulders as she looks back at the ocean. She watches the water and some of the other beach goes splash around in the water.

;;MIKAH “And while I’m looking forward to facing her and Goth with Kristopher by my side, there’s one thing I’m looking more forward to…”

Another genuine smiles spreads across her face.

;;MIKAH “And that’s when Kristopher and I win the championships and I get to bring mine back to Hawaii. And show my children what success is.”

She takes a moment to just breathe in the scent of the ocean breeze, her blonde hair blowing slightly as the breeze picks up a bit. But not enough to be a bother.

;;MIKAH “And Goth, I’m sure you’re doing what you can to prepare for the match. I’m sure that you’ve done your research and all the preparation that your little heart can handle. You see, I didn’t talk about you much because you don’t mean anything to me. I don’t have to step into the ring with you. I don’t have to face you and I have the utmost faith in Kris being able to handle whatever you bring to the table. I have the most faith in Kris as a partner and I know that he can handle anything that’s brough his way. Just as I’m sure that you and Mercedes both have that trust in one another. Or maybe you don’t. And I guess we’ll see just how much trust you both have in one another in eight days.”

She smirks again as she stands up and steps her feet into the ocean. She closes her eyes and relishes the feeling of the waves hitting her legs.

;;MIKAH “But we won’t know until then. So….I hope you’re both preparing. Because I am.”

She glances over her shoulder at the camera and winks at it.

;;MIKAH “Ciao”

“A Fresh Start?”
4/13/2021.
New York City, New York.
OFF CAMERA.

Mikah walks into her New York City home to see Leighton at the kitchen table doing her homework. Mikah sets her stuff down at the island before walking over and kissing the top of Leighton’s head.

;;MIKAH “This week has been exhausting.”

Leighton looks up from her laptop to look at her mother before looking back at the laptop screen. Mikah chuckles as Myles toddles into the kitchen with Elowyn following him. Mikah had set up for Eloywn to watch Myles when she was out and about. She agreed that Elowyn and her siblings could stay in the basement.

Leighton: “School hasn’t been any better, mom.”

Mikah chuckles as she looks over at Leighton as she picks up Myles and kisses his cheeks. Myles giggles and hugs Mikah tightly around her neck.

;;MIKAH “Well, if you choose to go to college, you have a long road ahead of you, Leigh. I’d like to say it gets easier but I’m not sure it does.”

Leighton just shrugs her shoulders as she focuses on her laptop. Elowyn smiles as she watches Mikah with Myles. Myles seemed ecstatic to see Mikah after a few weeks of just doing Zoom.

Elowyn: “He’s missed you, Mikah.”

;;MIKAH “I’ve missed him too, honestly. Sometimes, I think it would be easier being a stay at home mom instead of one half of the mixed tag team championships. But then I remember that Coby can’t be by himself all the time and obtain both sides of it.”

Elowyn shrugs her shoulders.

Elowyn: “But you also have to make choices for yourself and your kids, Mikah. And if you’re not entirely happy with being on the road, then maybe you need to re-evaluate where you’re at.”

Mikah nods her head, agreeing with what Elowyn was saying as she balances Myles on her left hip. She walks into the living room with him and sits on the couch, placing him on her lap. He pops his thumb into his mouth and rests his head against her chest.

;;MIKAH “I know but sometimes, my happiness isn’t what matters most. Others rely on me for more than what some think.”

Elowyn shrugs her shoulders as she leans against the wall, looking at Mikah.

Elowyn: “And Myles relies on you too and I think Leighton misses you more than she lets on, Mikah. I know that she’s a teenager but you’re still her mother. I know that I wish that my mother had been around when I was fifteen. Granted, I had a lot more responsibilities than Leighton has but still, it would have been nice.”

;;MIKAH “Your mother is also a drug addict. Not to be harsh…”

Elowyn shrugs her shoulders.

Elowyn: “True. But the point is that Myles and Leighton need you just as much.”

Mikah nods her head as she rubs Myles’ back as he snuggles up to her. She looks down at him before looking at Elowyn again.

;;MIKAH “I know. That’s why I’m contemplating moving to Las Vegas. It would be easier on us as a family but…then I’d have to find a new nanny for Myles. Unless you’d be willing to move to Vegas with us…”

Mikah looks at Elowyn, trying to gauge the emotion on her face as she drops the revelation of her idea.

Elowyn: “That would mean my siblings would have to be uprooted…”

Mikah nods her head.

;;MIKAH “I know. But you wouldn’t have to deal with super cold weather either….”

Elowyn clearly thinks about it as Mikah rubs Myles’ back. Mikah glances down to see that Myles was sound asleep against her chest. Mikah smiles at the sentiment.

Elowyn: “I’ll have to think about it but I would be open to it…Lincoln would be the easiest to uproot but I’m not sure about the other two. But I’d get to make that choice as I have guardianship of them.”

Mikah nods her head as she shifts a little to get more comfortable on the couch with Myles in her arms. She didn’t mind holding him while he slept as she rarely got to do it anymore.

;;MIKAH “I know that it’s a big decision and that’s why I’m telling you now. It wouldn’t happen right away but I am looking at houses in Las Vegas. It would be easier on me and easier on both Leighton and Myles. And I know that I’ve uprooted their lives several times but it just makes sense.”

Elowyn nods her head, understanding completely where Mikah was coming from. Elowyn understood that things happened and she was all for Mikah making things easier for her family.

Elowyn: “I understand. Let me think about it and I’ll let you know within a week or two.”

-The next day-

Mikah sighs as she finishes packing her suitcase again as she looks at Myles who was playing with some of his toys on her bed. She zips up her suitcase before walking over and picking up Myles and kissing his cheeks again.

;;MIKAH “I love you, Myles. I know you’re young but I love you so much.”

Myles just smiles at her before hugging her and then kissing her cheek, open mouth. Mikah laughs a little bit before grabbing her suitcase and then moving downstairs again. Leighton was sitting on the couch and flipping through Disney+ on the smart TV.

Leighton: “When will you be home next?”

Mikah looks over at Leighton as she sets her suitcase by the door and then walks over and sits next to the teenager on the couch. She watches as Myles leans over and hugs Leighton next.

;;MIKAH “Monday morning. I’ll be here for almost a week. I promise but I want to ask you something.”

Leighton looks over at Mikah as she lets Myles climb all over her.

Leighton: “What?”

Mikah raises her eyebrows at the typical teenage answer.

;;MIKAH “Since you’re basically doing homeschool through the laptop, would you be opposed to moving to Las Vegas? I know that you don’t really have a say but it would be easier for me to be closer to you and Myles. And you could probably go back to school in a school setting and meet new friends.”

Mikah looks at Leighton, watching the different emotions that pass over her face. She wasn’t sure how Leighton would take the idea or if she’d actually hate it. Maybe she would. But maybe she’d like it.

Leighton: “I don’t care, really. All of my old friends here are weird now. And maybe starting a new school would be easier. Especially if it’s face to face.”

Mikah smiles before giving Leighton a hug.

;;MIKAH “You’ve always been such a trooper, Leighton and I really appreciate it. I know that your life has been easy financially but it couldn’t have been easy not being in the same location for the past year.”

Leighton: “Mom, it’s fine. It made being quarantined easier. We were in California and could be around the beach. And you can’t help the things that happen around you.”

Mikah smiles again as she looks at Leighton, feeling a burst of pride at the fact that her daughter was mature beyond her years. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t grown up around Mikah that helped in that department. That was what Mikah thought, anyways. She never believed that she was the best influence for her daughter but somehow, Leighton seemed a lot better than Mikah had been at fifteen.

;;MIKAH “You say that and I know you mean it but I don’t think you really understand the sacrifices you’ve made for me.”

Leighton: “You’re the parent, Mom. You get to make the decisions and I don’t really have a choice. I can be unhappy about them, but I don’t get to make the choices that you do. You always get the final say and I think it’s easier just to go with whatever you say rather than throwing a fit about it.”

Mikah looks at Leighton again with a look of adoration on her face. She couldn’t believe how mature and grown up her daughter was. It was amazing to her that Leighton seemed a lot more grown up than some of the people she worked with.

;;MIKAH “I love you, Leighton. I know that you know that but I know that I don’t tell you often enough and you need to hear more than you do. I want you to know that I appreciate that you go with the flow and don’t throw a fit. It makes things a lot easier on me and you definitely didn’t have to make it easy for me. So I appreciate that you do.”

Leighton smiles at Mikah.

Leighton: “I love you too, Mom.”

Mikah kisses Myles again as he settles down next to Leighton on the couch. Mikah kisses the top of Leighton’s head again.

;;MIKAH “Elowyn will be here in twenty minutes. Are you sure you can handle Myles for that long?”

Leighton gives Mikah a look.

Leighton: “Yes, Mom. It’s not that big of a deal. Be safe.”

Mikah smiles before standing up and grabbing her suitcase.

;;MIKAH “I love you both.”

“On Repeat.”
4/16/2021.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
ON CAMERA.

Circles are an endless thing that seem to go on forever. And so does the Mixed Tag Team division. I know that the mixed tag teams are limited but seriously? Making Coby and I go up against Kate and Todd again after beating them at the previous big event? I’m not sure that this booking makes any sense. But on a better end, Coby and I are in the main event. So, I guess that’s a plus, right?

But then again, it’s taken how long for Coby and I to be in the main event of a show and we’ve been breaking records as a team. Granted, Coby didn’t start as my tag team partner, but it does seem to be working better than I had thought it would be. But he’s used to my antics and I think it works just the same. Did I ever think that I wouldn’t be tagging with Kristopher? No, because that had been the plan since 2018 but things change and it seems to be a pleasant change. An easier change and it’s gone on flawlessly.

But now Kate and Todd want to ruin everything that Coby and I built. And I’m not sure either of them can get it done. They couldn’t get it done at Blaze of Glory in the opening match and I’m not sure that they’re going to get it done on Sunday. Coby and I have worked too hard to be beat just like that.

But Kate? She’s not somebody that I should take lightly because she is good in the ring and that’s a fact. I know that people don’t think she’s that smart and maybe she’s not but she’s good in the ring. Probably a little underrated because she’s rather annoying on Twitter and people can’t stand the way she talks on the social media platform. She sounds like an idiot more than she doesn’t, and that makes people be not a fan of her. And I’m definitely not saying that I’m a fan of her because I like a grand total of five people on any given day but the way she presents herself on Twitter is definitely a reason as to why people don’t like her.

Also, she seems a lot more into her music rather than her wrestling. And that’s fine but she needs to decide whether or not she wants to be a part of SCW in a wrestling format and quit trying to be everybody’s best friend. Focus on the task at hand instead of forcing yourself into everybody’s lives as their supposed best friend. Thankfully, she’s never said she’s my best friend because I would have set her straight.

But as a woman, I am not sure that I can get behind her because her husband is a complete waste of space. A trash can is worth more than that disgusting thing that he’d like to be called a man. But he is definitely not a man. Any human being that talks the way that he did does not deserve to be recognized as anything but a waste of space. And there’s Kate, just being married to him and defending him as a person. How? How does any respectful woman stand behind such a trashy, idiotic man?

And I hate bringing up your personal life, Kate. Because that’s not who you are in the ring and I hated when people brought up my personal life or my marriage to Drake. But my marriage to Drake had no affect on my career. And while Drake has his own issues, he is not a worthless human being and definitely would not talk about women the way that your husband has. And how do you stay married to somebody who thinks of women like that? It’s just…disgusting to think about. What does that say about you, Kate, as a woman? Are you that desperate to be with somebody that you’ll just accept him with all his horrible flaws and all? Maybe that’s what marriage is about but you have to think about what that makes you look like as a woman and as a person. But you do you, Kate. You keep living in that life that you’ve made with him. And go back to defending his poor choices in life.

And I don’t have to worry about Todd at all because I don’t have to face him. He can’t touch me in the match, legally. But how I would love to slap the taste out of his mouth. He’s a contemptible human being and I can’t even stand the fact that I once again have to be in the so many feet of him. I’d rather not be that close to him; I don’t want to catch whatever disease he’s been infected with. Because there has to be something he has. Maybe he can claim that he was under a spell when he tweeted and said all that ridiculous shit earlier. Oh how I wish that JDoubleH would have beat the ever living shit out of him. I would have paid a lot of money to see that. But I’ll just have to rely on Coby to do that for me on Sunday.

Let’s talk about mixed tag team wrestling, shall we? Is it a dying breed? Is tag team wrestling in general a dying breed? Would I be a part of the tag team division if it wasn’t mixed tag? No, I wouldn’t. I still do not think of myself as a tag team wrestler. I cannot name one other bombshell that I could team with to be successful and win matches together. And I definitely think that tag team wrestling is a dying breed or at least in SCW it seems to be. There doesn’t seem to be any real competition in the division anymore so they just keep going in a circle and putting the same people up against Coby and myself. It’s like they’re putting the song on repeat again and again. And I get it, they’re trying to give Coby and I some competition but I’m just not sure there’s much more that I can say about the people that they’ve booked us again.

I’ve faced Kate before and this is just excessive. What have Kate and her manchild of a husband done to warrant a rematch for the Mixed Tag Team Championships? Have they deserved it? No, they didn’t even deserve the chance that they were given at Blaze of Glory. And a reminder for you all that are listening, they lost at Blaze of Glory if you care at all. And maybe you don’t. Maybe you, the fans, don’t give a fuck about tag team wrestling anymore. Maybe it’s a dying thing and nobody really cares about the art of mixed tag team wrestling. And maybe we should all say a pray for Kate because she has to actually put up with having her husband as a tag team partner. Because if I was her, I’d have already killed him and disposed of the body without a bat of an eye.

But let’s get back on track before somebody reports me to the police for suspicion of murder. Kate and Todd, there are only a few days left until Sunday. And once again, you two will have to realize that when it comes to Coby and myself in that ring, we’re always going to be better. Better at being a team and better at winning and you two will always be better at losing. But hey, at least you’re good at something, right? And being good at something is better than being good at absolutely nothing, even if it is losing.

I’d love to say that I’m excited for Sunday but really, it’s just another day and another match for me. Maybe there will be a surprise ending but then again, I’m not sure that there will be. Coby and I have been unstoppable since January and then, the Black Sheep as a whole has also been unstoppable for the most part. I wish that I could say that we’ve been completely unstoppable but that’s not exactly the case. There are always going to be hiccups when it comes to wrestling and a group, there’s always going to be a few things that completely go wrong but there’s also the part that as time goes on, the group gets better. And that’s what we’re doing as a whole unit. We can only improve and we’re going to start with Todd and Kate again on Sunday.

We’re going to have to make them be the example of what it means to lose to the Black Sheep. For the second team. But on the bright side, you won’t be the only team to have lost to us more than once. So, there’s luck.

And while I don’t believe in luck, I do believe that you two should hope for all the luck you can get. Because you’ll definitely be needing it come Sunday.

Ciao.

MONDAY, MARCH 1, 2021
TIME:2:30 P.M.

Mikah stands on the sidewalk, staring at Jack and Becca’s bar that she had spent so many hours at when she had been pregnant with Leighton and even after she had her oldest child. Jack and Becca were more like her parents than her biological parents were and that made a lasting impact on Mikah. But she stands on the sidewalk, staring at the building that now had a closed sign on it. Mikah runs a hand through her platinum locks as she thinks about all of the things that Becca had taught her during her pregnancy. And then in Leighton’s newborn stage. It was because of Becca that Mikah had turned out to be a pretty decent mother, even though she still had her doubts about it, most days.

::ER “I’m surprised to see you here.”

Mikah turns around and looks at the young woman, who now stood in front of her. A smile halfway graces her lips as she looks at her. It had been closing in on three years since she last saw the young girl that had once shown great promise in the ring but family came first. And Mikah fully understood that.

;;MIKAH “Life has been crazy the past few years.”

Mikah looks over at her and sees that not much has changed in her appearance. But she had something about her that screamed more mature than the last time that Mikah had seen her.

;;MIKAH “How’s your siblings, Ellie?”

Mikah looks at Elowyn, who relaxes a little bit once she realizes that Mikah actually remembered who she was.

::ER “They’re fine. Asher is graduating in May and I’m struggling to maintain my cool with Auden, who only wants to be an adult. And Lincoln is just really smart and is enjoying his friends at school.”

Mikah smiles at Elowyn and then looks back at the building, before her eyes look back at Elowyn. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

;;MIKAH “How long has this been closed?”

Ellie looks at the closed down bar before looking at Mikah again.

::ER “A while, actually. They tried to sell it but when COVID hit and everybody went into quarantine, they couldn’t. So it’s just been sitting there empty since September of 2019. I think they tried to call you because they knew how important this place was to you but they must not have had the right phone number because Becca said that she never got a hold of you. But then they both got COVID and didn’t make it.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow before walking over to the building and Ellie follows her, raising an eyebrow at the blonde. Mikah’s quiet for a moment before finding the hide a key that was hidden in a spot that only her, Becca, and Jack knew about. Ellie watches as Mikah unlocks the door and walk inside and then putting the key in the pocket of her jacket.

;;MIKAH “I lived in the apartment above the bar when I was just barely over eighteen years of age, Ellie. I ran away from Seattle, from my biological parents because I couldn’t stand they way that they handled…things. Becca and Jack treated me like their daughter and I definitely didn’t appreciate them as much as I should have. I had my daughter here and Becca treated Leighton like her own granddaughter and helped me with her the best that she could. They didn’t have children of their own; something about complications and fertility so they were happy to dote on Leighton and me. I should have come back more than I have but…I got busy. I had another baby and I always wanted to come back so that they could have met Myles but it just…it wasn’t in the cards.”

Ellie could see the raw emotion in Mikah’s eyes as she talks about Jack and Becca and her regrets in life. Ellie watches as Mikah moves to one of the closed doors and grabs the key from her pocket again and uses it to unlock the door.

::ER Are you supposed to…“”

She doesn’t get an answer as Mikah starts to move up the stairs and Ellie quickly follows the blonde up the stairs. Mikah unlocks the door to the apartment and walks inside, placing the key back in her pocket. She runs a hand over one of the kitchen counters. It was a small apartment; just one bedroom, one bath, a kitchen and a living room and that was it. It was fully furnished and Mikah smiles as she sees a picture of her and Leighton taped to the fridge still. Mikah walks over to the picture and touches the tips of her fingers to the image, looking at the baby form of her now 15 year old daughter.

;;MIKAH “Becca always loved this picture. She says it’s how she remembers me before I got into wrestling and before I got to be such a big name and had this reputation of being a bitch. She says that this is who I really am and she always said that she could see how much I loved Leighton even though I seemed terrified of motherhood for the first two months of Leighton’s life.”

Mikah’s eyes look over the slightly faded photograph as she looks and remembers what it had been like as a young mother with a new born child.

::ER “They loved you, you know. They talked about you often and tried to make sure that people knew about you. They were proud of you and how you made something out of yourself instead of just living above the bar and working the bar.”

Mikah smiles as she looks over at Ellie before walking over to one of the windows and looking out.

;;MIKAH “I spent a lot of hours at this window with Leighton when she was a baby. She liked to people watch.”

She was reminiscing about the days of her youth and how it had been as a single mother. She hadn’t entirely been alone as she had Leighton, Becca, and Jack. But it was still different when she was alone in the apartment with the baby.

::ER “You seem to have your shit together now…and you have another child…”

A laugh escapes Mikah’s lips as she glances over at Ellie.

;;MIKAH “Right. Divorced, with two children, each of them has a different father. And I can’t decide what I want to do with my life.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow at Mikah’s small confession.

::ER “I thought you knew what you wanted to do with your life. And were doing it…”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders at Ellie.

;;MIKAH “Wrestling? That’s easy; I could do that blindfolded and be good at it but my personal life? That’s kind of in shambles. No direction, just living.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks around the apartment.

::ER “You know that’s not a bad thing, there could be worse things, Mikah. You know that you helped me so much in 2018. You got me this great job with amazing benefits and helped me find the best for my siblings. You need to give yourself more credit.”

Mikah chuckles before turning and looking at Ellie, an unrecognizable emotion in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “You might be the only person that thinks that. I don’t think that there are a lot of people in the world that think I’m a good person. They can’t separate me from what they see on TV or in the ring; they think that’s who I am. And granted, that’s who I let them see but..”

She shrugs her shoulders as she stops talking for a moment.

::ER “Fuck them. You know who you are, Mikah. And that’s all that really matters. Jack and Becca believed in you and I think that that is important. They knew that you were a good person despite everything that you say about yourself. You didn’t even know me two and a half years ago and yet, you helped me more than you will ever know. And I surely didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have. And without you, I wouldn’t have met Adam at all and now he’s living with me and helping me out with my chaotic siblings. You’re better than what the trolls say that you are.”

Mikah smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “I have to face one of the girls that I’m training at Jet City South. She claims to be a mini me but she doesn’t have the personality that I did at her age. She’s good in the ring because duh, I’m the one who’s worked with her. But she’s way too talkative and way too perky to be a mini me. You are more of a mini me than she is. And nobody is going to be exactly how I was ten years or so ago. I was in a different place and still running around with Christian Othniel and hanging off of every word that man said. And the alcohol was out of control. It was a disaster.”

Mikah sighs before running a hand through her hair.

::ER “You’ve grown up well, though. You seem to have gotten over that stage of your life.”

Mikah nods her head, a smile on her face.

;;MIKAH “It took a while to figure out, I’ll admit that. But once I got it figured out, it was easy to get my shit in order.  But hey do you know how to run a camera? I have an idea…”

A glint appears in her eyes as she looks at Ellie, a smirk spreading across her face.

::ER “Yes, I know how to do that.”

Mikah smiles and walks over to the fridge and takes the picture off of the fridge and motions for Ellie to follow her. Ellie raises an eyebrow but follows the blonde back down the stairs to the bar.

;;MIKAH “Great. I have the perfect idea for my promo for this weekend. Everybody’s gonna be surprised.”


MONDAY, MARCH 1 2021
TIME: 4:45 PM

The scene opens up to see Mikah sitting on a bar in front of a mirror that she’d taped plenty of old pictures of herself and Leighton all over. She smirks as she looks at the camera as it zooms in just enough as Mikah holds up the picture that had been on the fridge earlier.

;;MIKAH “This is who I am.”

She looks at the picture, a look of admiration on her pretty face before she looks back at the camera as she lets the camera zoom in on the picture of her and Leighton.

;;MIKAH “Or who I was at eighteen years old. This is before I got into wrestling and before I even formed who I am today. This little girl in my arms is my daughter, Leighton, who is currently fifteen years old and flourishing well in her world. But do you know who she’s going to be?”

Mikah flicks her eyes to the camera again.

;;MIKAH “She’s going to be better than I am in the world. She’s going to be a better human being than I am. She’s better than me and I’m admitting that openly.”

She didn’t seem to mind admitting that to the people that would be watching this or to her opponents. She always claimed that Leighton would definitely be a better person than she was and she always hoped that she was.

;;MIKAH “But do you know what she’s not? She’s not me. She will probably not get into wrestling and that’s okay. She won’t be the next me and that’s why I was looking for the next Mikah to take over and that’s where my opponent comes in on Sunday. Ruby Steele.”

Mikah cracks a smirk for a moment at the mention of her protégé’s name.

;;MIKAH “Now Ruby, you’re good in the ring. Trust me I know and I’m not about to bad mouth you, because that’s not who I am. I don’t bad mouth the people who I trained and worked with or work with on a regular basis. Do you have flaws?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera before nodding her head.

;;MIKAH “Of course you do.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “But that doesn’t take away the fact that in that ring? You’re excellent and you’ve set out to do everything that you said that you were going to do when you said you would. And that’s impressive for a rookie, I’m not going to lie. You have an excessive amount of talent in your body but there is a few differences between you and myself.”

She smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “For starters, you are a lot more perky than I am. And you talk. A lot. And you seem to like people whereas I seem to stray away from people. You have support you’re your family and you don’t have that edge that I did when I was your age. Is that a bad thing? No, you have a different sort of edge when it comes to competing and that is not at all a bad thing.”

She smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “You see, when I was your age, Ruby. I was ruthless, emotionless. This?”

She pushes the picture closer to the camera so she can show off the happy picture of her and Leighton.

;;MIKAH “This girl was gone.”

She pointed to herself in the picture.

;;MIKAH “She didn’t exist anymore. I had been in the business for a year or more and I had changed. The wrestling world changed who I was in such a short time that I had grown into this ruthless person. This person that didn’t give a fuck about what other people said about me. I won most every match I was in back then and I was good. I was on my way to being the best and I knew that. And I put my career before my daughter and let myself be that ruthless, cold hearted person.”

She reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear.

;;MIKAH “You are not a cold hearted person, Ruby. And that’s not a bad thing but it makes you vastly different from me in every way there could be. You wear your heart on your sleeve but you still kick ass while doing it. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let anybody into my life until 2010 when I met CO for the second time but sober this time. He changed who I was and shaped who I have become. And I know you’re hoping that I can do that as your trainer.”

She smirks softly.

;;MIKAH “But what I can teach you, can only be taught in the ring. I can’t teach you to be heartless or cold hearted. I can teach you how to execute a move in the ring flawlessly but I can’t teach you to walk around with a chip on your shoulder because you feel like the world had wronged you in more ways than one.”

Mikah grabs a picture and shows a vastly different picture of herself that had been taken in 2010. She was way too thin and looked as if she was on something.

;;MIKAH “This….this version of me had so many issues. I barely ate; I ran all the time and I lied to the doctors and people who employed me so I could continue to do what I loved. I loved alcohol more than I loved my job in 2009 to early 2010. I was a mess and I knew it but I didn’t care. And you’re lucky that you’re not facing this version of me. This version? She’d kick your ass for fun and not regret any part of it. She’d hurt you without caring if it actually was real or not. She held no empathy for anybody other than her daughter. She couldn’t feel anything but the need to be skinny and the need to be the best. She even beat her then husband’s sister up multiple times and often insulted her just because she thought it was fun. This girl was a walking work hazard.”

It was the truth.

;;MIKAH “But that’s not who I am today. You see, I’ve grown since my days in my twenties. I grew up and I’ve learned how to control my emotions a little better. I’ve learned how to love somebody and how to be the best version of me and not intentionally hurt people if I didn’t have to.”

She takes a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

;;MIKAH “I am still just as good in that ring but I’m more in tune with what I’m doing in that ring. I’m not reckless anymore and I don’t have that chip on my shoulder anymore. This? This bar is what shaped me before I got into wrestling. The people who owned this bar were basically like my parents and I loved them. They would have been so ashamed of my actions that I hid from them but no more. I’m not going to be that person again. I’m going to be better; I’m going to be the best and unfortunately, Ruby. I’m going to have to show you how it’s done on Sunday. I’m going to have to show you why I am the measuring stick when it comes to the Bombshells. Why people compare the newer Bombshells to me and my record. Because I am the best there is and whether I win or lose this weekend, you’ll understand why I’m the best there is and you’re going to get a real treat this weekend when we step into the ring against one another. But remember…”

She winks at the camera as she shakes her hair out of her face.

;;MIKAH “I trained you, Ruby. I know more about you than you think I do. And I get that you know me as well, but I’m still very much aware of what you can and what you can’t do in that wrestling ring. And I’m prepared to take on whatever it is you give me on Sunday. And I know that you’re ready for it because I’ve trained you to be. You’re just going to have to bring your best, Ruby.”

She smiles at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Because when it comes down to it, that’s all that we have to do. Is be our best.”

She goes to end the promo but Ellie stops her.

::ER “Wait…isn’t this a tag team match?”

Mikah blinks a few times as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “I guess it is…”

She rolls her eyes at the camera.

;;MIKAH “It doesn’t matter, really. Her partner doesn’t exist, he’s a figament of the imagination. And my partner? He better show up on Sunday or I’ll kick him in the face if he doesn’t bring his A game.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I’m not sorry about it. But this isn’t fucking preschool and this isn’t recess. I’m not about to let somebody who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about the fact that they got teamed with the best damned Bombshell that they could get. And they like to think that I’m going to just be easy to work with. You want me to respect you, Lachlan? Earn my fucking respect. You’ve done fuck all to earn it. And you’re going to have to work hard on Sunday to go up against Ruby’s nonexistent partner. And you’ll be lucky if I let you tag me in. If it goes how I think it’s going to.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “Or maybe it will be a surprise. Maybe you’ll show up to work for the win. But just a reminder I’m not afraid to put you in your place no matter what genitalia you have. Don’t hold me down and we’ll be fine, Lachlan.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “As for Ruby’s nonexistent partner, just shut up. You talk to much.”

She slides down off of the bar and flicks her hair over her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “See you on Sunday. You all better be ready for the fight of your life.”

She smirks as she walks towards the door to leave the bar and she stops to look back at the mirror that was covered in pictures of her. She lets her eyes linger for a moment. There were plenty of memories that were being shown on the camera and she smiles before looking at Ellie, who was controlling the camera the best that she could. Another smirk slides on Mikah’s face as she looks at Ellie then straight into the camera’s lense.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

MONDAY, JANUARY 25, 2021
TIME:10:30 A.M.

Mikah sighs as she walks down the hallway of the hotel, nearing the elevator when her phone goes off. She frowns before looking at it to see Coby’s face on it as he was trying to video call it. She’d been fielding calls from both him and Kris since Thursday and had ignored them. She’d even gone to the lengths to ignore their text messages as well, making her pretty much unreachable, which probably wasn’t the best thing as they were supposed to be partners and work together in any fashion that they could.

She presses the down button and waits for the elevator to get to the floor she was on as she taps her foot on the ground. She steps into the elevator once the doors open and she presses the lobby button before she leans against the back of the elevator as it starts to take her down to the lobby. She was as patient as she could be as she rides down to the lobby and then steps out of the lobby. She sees a few of the other SCW stars lingering around in the lobby and she waves before walking out of the hotel. She didn’t bother with sharing the same space as her co-workers and instead got a suite at the Cosmopolitan on the strip.

She’d thought about buying property in Las Vegas before as she knew that it was going to be a while before SCW could really travel again; it would save her money in the long run. But she also wasn’t sure if she wanted to have a permanent address in Las Vegas either. That would make the idea of booking her for more promotional events easier for both Christian Underwood and Mark Ward a lot more tempting than it already was for them. She couldn’t say that she didn’t understand where they were coming from, because she did. She knew that her name was a big draw for a lot of fans because of her own decorated career that she’d built in SCW. But even then, she had fans from her days in PWT when she was running rampant with a bunch of guys who knew she was the best talent in that roster. That didn’t seem to change; that same mentality seemed to follow her wherever she went and that’s what she liked.

She rolls her eyes as her phone goes off with a text message before she ignores that too, swiping it off of her phone. She knew that she was being stubborn and more than likely difficult but she didn’t care. She wanted to see how far she could push Coby before he snapped. She wanted to see just how different he was from Kris. Kris had only called her a handful of times before giving up after he realized that she was blatantly ignoring him. And it didn’t seem to bother her as much as she thought it might.

She walks out of the hotel and to the parking garage, where her rental car was parked. She sighs in irritation as her phone rings again and she sees Coby’s face on it again, signaling he was once again trying to facetime her. She rejects the call again before driving. The drive from the hotel to the Cosmopolitan didn’t take her too long and before she knew it, she was back in the Bungalow suite she’d booked for the week at the Cosmopolitan.

She sets her bag on the counter in the room before walking out onto patio that overlooked the Bellagio fountains. She sits down on the patio furniture and sighs as her phone rings again. She looks at it and sees again that Coby was trying to FaceTime her again. She finally slides the green button to answer it and holds the phone out so that he could see her.

;;MIKAH “You’re starting to act like a stalker with as much as you’ve called me in the past several days. I’m not sure whether I should be flattered or alert the police of your stalkerish tendencies.”

Coby just gives her a look, not looking to encourage her behavior. He knew her well enough not to play into her antics.

::CQ “If you answered your phone the first time, maybe I wouldn’t have had to call you as many times as I have.”

Mikah gives him a look before rolling her eyes, one of her signature moves as she gets comfortable on the couch. The weather in Vegas was slightly chilly but it wasn’t that bad.

;;MIKAH “Or maybe you could be a little more like Kristopher; he realized that I wasn’t going to answer his calls and he stopped calling. He clearly got the hint.”

Coby shakes his head at his current tag team partner. He wasn’t new to her antics, so her words didn’t seem to bother him that much.

::CQ “Did you ever think that’s maybe why there’s always a constant turmoil between you and him? Because you seem to enjoy playing his little game? And he’s not into the games anymore?”

She raises an eyebrow at him as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “Game? I didn’t realize that this was what I was doing. I do have a life. That doesn’t revolve around Kristopher and his many emotions.”

Coby shakes his head at her again, clearly getting off the subject. Mikah was very good at leading conversations from what they were supposed to be focused on.

::CQ “That’s rich coming from you.”

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders at him.

;;MIKAH “Maybe. Maybe not. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s true, though.”

Coby takes a deep breath as he tries to get back to the reason that he called her.

::CQ “At least he’s learned to deal with his emotions.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the camera. She pushes her hair out of her face before looking at Coby and just smirks at him.

;;MIKAH “I mean, if you only called me to rub it in my face that I suck at dealing with my emotions, then I’m really regretting answering the phone.”

Coby gives her a look.

::CQ “This is not what I called for and you know that. Don’t play dumb, Mikah. You and I both know that you’re not stupid. In fact, you and I both know that you’re intelligent.”

Mikah sighs before standing up and walking over to the railing and leans against it before looking down at the Bellagio fountains, all while focusing on him.

;;MIKAH “At least there’s two of us that don’t think I’m stupid. That’s a start.”

She cracks a smirk at him and he just takes a deep breath before once again trying to focus the conversation back on the topic.

::CQ “So, now that you’ve officially steered the conversation away from what I was actually calling you about, can we please get back to the topic on hand?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “If you must, I thought talking about my intelligence was fun. But if you’d rather talk about something else, we can.”

She looks around the view of the strip from her location before looking at her phone. Coby was trying his best to not grow impatient with the blonde bombshell but it wasn’t easy.

::CQ “When are you going to come to San Diego so we can try to work together as a team?”

Mikah chuckles before moving and going inside of her suite and she goes down the two flights of stairs to get to the main level of her suite. She loved that she had all the extra space, even though it was kind of ridiculous for one person to have it.

;;MIKAH “Did we discuss that? I don’t remember ever agreeing to come back to San Diego.”

Mikah could see the irritation slowly slipping through on his face as she continued to poke at him. She wondered if he’d snap. She knew how to press Kristopher’s buttons but he’d learned to deal with it before she caused him to snap. It was one of her many talents.

::CQ “It’s where the gym is, Mikah. I was sure you’d want to prepare for our match at Inception against-”

She didn’t give him a chance to continue as she cuts him off.

;;MIKAH “Two people that have no interest in teaming together? Or against two people that have no chance in winning? I mean seriously, this is going to be a walk in the park Coby, you literally don’t have to worry about it.”

He sighs as he looks at her.

::CQ “It is better to be prepared for the worst, isn’t it?”

She rolls her eyes at him.

;;MIKAH “Or maybe you should trust me and the faith that I have in our talent, Coby.”

She wrinkles her nose at him.

::CQ “So…you’re staying in Vegas then?”

It was clear that he wasn’t going to encourage the conversation for much longer if she was going to continue to avoid the city that he was in and the fact that they should always be prepared. They definitely had different mindsets going into the match on Sunday; it was a good thing the match was six days away and they had time to figure it out.

;;MIKAH “Yes. There’s only six days until our match, Coby. You want me to come to San Diego and then basically turn back around and come back to Vegas. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

She raises an eyebrow at him. She wasn’t trying to be difficult, she was just trying to cut down on her traveling time. She didn’t mind traveling that much, but she definitely didn’t like the turning around and leaving every few days. It was probably her least favorite thing about wrestling.

::CQ “Maybe you should have came to San Diego last week. Like maybe perhaps on Friday?”

She rolls her eyes at his logic, even though he did have pretty decent logic. But she didn’t fuck with logic and liked to do things her own way.

;;MIKAH “And why would I have done that? To be alone all the time? No thanks, I can be alone here.”

She smirks at him.

;;MIKAH “And be better off mentally.”

She didn’t hate California as much, she would give the state that but she still never was in the best place mentally when she was there.

::CQ “It’s a good thing that I’ve been friends with Kris as long as I have; he was the perfect person to prepare me for teaming with you.”

She laughs a little but shrugs her shoulders at Coby.

;;MIKAH “You definitely are different from Kristopher. It’s kind of fun trying to see what buttons I can push to get you agitated.”

She laughs a little to herself as she walks back up the stairs to go to the master bedroom to change. She looks at Coby as she sets the phone down and digs through her suitcase.

::CQ “Good thing I’m not Kris, so that’s not likely to happen.”

She glances over at the phone before grabbing it and smirking at him.

;;MIKAH “Dang. But that just means it will be a lot more fun for me to keep trying to find what irritates you the most. Aren’t you looking forward to it, Cobes?”

She giggles as she walks out of the bedroom and into the master bathroom and starts the lounging style bathtub before grabbing her lavender and eucalyptus bubble bath she’d purchased from the gift shop. She pours some in before she props the phone up and pins her hair up into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet from the water.

::CQ “Sure. If that answer makes you happy, then sure. Look, I gotta go. I’m sure that we’ll catch up when the group gets to Vegas.”

Mikah just smirks before waving at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Maybe. Maybe not. Bye.”

She doesn’t give him the chance to respond as she ends the call. She finishes preparing herself for the bubble bath and sets her phone down on the counter to ignore for a while.


FRIDAY, JANUARY 29, 2021
TIME: 4:45 PM

The scene opens up to a hot tub that the jets were going and the Cosmopolitan was in the background but just slightly. Mikah walks into the frame sporting a purplish-blue bikini and she smirks before slowly stepping into the hot tub before sitting down and relaxing back against the wall of the hot tub.

;;MIKAH “This is exactly what mine and Coby’s opponents are going to need come Sunday night. A relaxing, and soothing hot tub with a great view as they lick their wounds from their loss to me and Coby. And it’s to be expected, really. I am sure that when Christian and Mark made this match, they made it with the thought in mind to give Coby and I a semi-easy win to get our footing as tag team partners. And while that’s great, I’m not sure if it’s a compliment or an insult to me and Coby as a team. I get it, I’m used to tagging with Kristopher but he’s clearly got bigger, and better things to worry about rather than the tag team division. And do I blame him? No, because it’s great. It’s wonderful. But to put Coby and myself in a match like this, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it.”

She is hesitant for a moment as she tries to think where she wants to go next.

;;MIKAH “Coby and I are not strangers to one another, not in the slightest. Sure, I’ve not been in the ring with him as a partner before but that doesn’t mean that he and I are strangers in the ring. We’ve both been trainers at JCSL and I was his beautiful wife’s maid of honor in their wedding. And while he and I have complete opposite personalities, I think that he and I will work together wonderfully. I mean, somebody’s gotta be the nice one. And it’s not going to be me.”

She just relaxes back against the wall of the hot tub as she stares at the camera.

;;MIKAH “And I’ll be honest Coby? He’s definitely the better person out of the two of us. He’ll always be the better person and let’s be even more honest, why don’t we? In the Black Sheep, he’s probably the better person in the entire group. And while I…”

She hesitates for a moment and takes a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

;;MIKAH “Still like Kristopher, Coby is definitely the best one in the group. He’s got morals and standards and is all around a nice guy. And just because he’s nice, that doesn’t mean that he’s not good in the ring. Because that would be insane to think and irrational thinking. Coby is one of the better wrestlers that I’ve seen in the ring for a long time. He’s also one of the most underrated stars in the company. Not a lot of people would know because they don’t want to pay attention to him but they should. He’s genuinely nice guy and some people just can’t fathom that. Or recognize it when they see it. And I’m sure that our opponents are overlooking him as well.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Coby’s also very brilliant as a person. He’s smart and witty and if he can put up with the way that Kristopher and I act, then the whole company’s fucked. Let’s be honest, I’m not an easy person to get along with or work with. I know my worth and I know exactly what I can do in that ring. I understand that my talent outshines more than half of those interchangeable, disposable bombshells in that locker room and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself. Not to mention that my own ego is hard to tackle but Coby puts up with it. He’s a lot more patient than he probably should be but yet, not one person seems to think that he’s a threat. And I think that’s the biggest threat that he brings to the company. And to this tag team, actually. Nobody expects him to be the one in this tag team to be as good as he is. He’s not as much of a wild card as Kristopher was—is. But he’s still somebody that Miles or Milo, whatever the fuck his name is, should be worried about. Coby’s speed is what makes him the scariest component in this match and I’m low-key excited to see how the match on Sunday is going to play out. I’d even be okay with hanging out on the side of the ring and watching it go down.”

She hold an arrogant smirk on her face as she relaxes even more back against the wall of the hot tub. She was definitely enjoying having the hot tub to herself and not having to deal with the other people that liked to be a part of Vegas.

;;MIKAH “And Coby, you might want to record that because that might the only nice thing I say about you for a while. Take notes. But let’s move on, off and away from Coby. Because I don’t have to worry about him but you, Miles-Milo, you do have to worry about him. Or…”

She can’t help the smirk that crosses her face as she looks at the camera. The look on her face made it look as if what she was about to say wasn’t going to be the best thing. Or the nicest.

;;MIKAH “But according to Maki, she’s going to have to worry about Coby. Apparently, she can’t wait to prove how better she is in the ring against him. She thinks that she’s going to actually get the opportunity to step into the ring with Coby. Apparently, she’s stupid and doesn’t understand what a mixed tag match is. Which also leads me to believe that she doesn’t even understand wrestling in that sense.”

A disgusted sort of chuckle escapes her lips.

;;MIKAH “I hate people that don’t seem to understand the simple concept of what mixed tag wrestling is. If you need a definition of it, here it is according to Wikipedia: Only wrestlers in the same category may be in the ring at the same time. For example, if a woman tags her male partner, both women leave the ring and both men enter. If a midget tags his normal-size partner, both midgets leave the ring and both normal-size wrestlers enter.”

She stops to look at the camera, a serious look in her eyes as she stares at the camera. She still found it odd that her opponent couldn’t understand that simple concept.

;;MIKAH “That to me sounds pretty easy to understand, Melissa. Ope, I mean Maki. But apparently, you don’t care to understand the simple concept that is mixed tag team wrestling. And that’s coming from a person who doesn’t necessarily enjoy tag team wrestling.”

She shrugs her shoulders at the thought.

;;MIKAH “If you don’t want to do the research, that’s fine. Don’t do it but don’t act like you’re somebody that I should be scared of. And then there’s the fact that you clearly don’t understand who the fuck you’re stepping in the ring with at all. You think you’re stepping into the ring with Courtney again. And no disrespect to Courtney because she’s in the same group as myself, but she’s not me. You shouldn’t be comparing her to me. Sure, I may have been one of her trainers but when it comes to getting in to the ring with me and with her, you’re going to be quick to realize that we’re absolutely different in the ring. I’m not one that you want to fuck with, Maki. I’m not a push over and I’m not just going to let you win. Court’s good in the ring, don’t get me wrong but she’s not me. You’re not going to have an easy time in the ring this Sunday.”

She shakes her head.

;;MIKAH “You’re getting to step into the ring with a current SCW Hall of famer. Do you know how much of a fucking honor that is? Or even an accomplishment that is? You should be fucking flattered that I’m even letting you step into that ring against me but yet, you’re bitching about it. Acting as if it’s not that big of a deal and as if it’s something you’ve done before. Or something that you’ll get to do everyday in the future. News flash, I’m the best fucking Bombshell that SCW has seen. There’s a reason that Tommy Knocks listed me as the number one Bombshell in SCW. And it’s not just because I’m nice to look at. You go back through the tapes of Climax Control or any of those big shows and you’ll see exactly who you’re facing. It’s not going to be an easy match for you to be a part of. I’m not just some walk in the park that you get to try to run through. You’re stepping in the ring with me, the best fucking Bombshell in the company. Am I the Bombshell Champion? No, but that doesn’t mean shit.”

She smirks as she pauses to take a deep breath.

;;MIKAH “There’s a reason that I’m allowed to do basically whatever the fuck I want. And say whatever the fuck I want in this company. It’s because of the fact that when I am booked for a match, I show up for it and give it everything I’ve got. My record since returning? It’s mother fucking flawless and you should be fucking worried about it. You should want to work well with your partner to take on the entity that is the Black Sheep. But no….”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH “You’re too busy trying to act like a badass bitch and complaining that you got booked in this match with a man who you know nothing about. But yet, you signed up for the Blast from the Past Tournament. Which is essentially the same thing as this lethal law thing that Christian and Mark like to play in the tag team division. And I didn’t and haven’t seen you bitch about that yet. Is there something else that I’m not seeing, Maki?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Because Miles-Milo, whatever the fuck his name is is your partner on Sunday. There’s not a fucking thing that you can do about it right now. You can’t change how they booked the match and you definitely can’t change your partner. So maybe, just maybe you should stop being such a fucking whiny ass cunt and reach out to Miles-Milo and work on working together as a unit.”

She smirks at the camera before looking around. She was enjoying her time in Vegas, more than she though she would.


;;MIKAH “Because…Coby and I?”

She laughs a little bit.

;;MIKAH “We’re good as a team. And while you think I wasn’t happy with him replacing Kristopher as my partner, you’re wrong. It was all an act and it’s amusing to see how easily imbeciles like you fall for it. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. And I personally find it hilarious. And I would have thought that by now, everybody would have figured it out. That it was all just an act and now, I find it amusing that nobody fucking realizes it.”

She laughs again as she looks up at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Coby is a member of the Black Sheep. Why would I be so disappointed with him stepping up to take Kristopher’s place so that Kristopher can be the best that he is. It only made sense for Coby to take Kris’ place. I knew it was an option back with Kristopher had the shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. It really wasn’t that surprising to me but apparently everybody wanted to act like it was.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “The point is this…the match is in two days. And there’s really only one outcome that’s going to happen. And I’m not sorry but it’s definitely going to be with me and Coby retaining our championships. And that’s all there is it to it.”

She stands up, the water splashing around her thighs as she does so.

;;MIKAH “It’s fun being the villain all the time.”