MONDAY, MARCH 7, 2022
TIME: 3:30 P.M.

It had been a long time since Mikah had been home with her children and she had been thrilled to get home to them. But when she arrived home at 2 A.M., both of them were sound asleep as they should have been. She spent the morning playing with Myles as he ran around excited to see her and showed her all the things he could do now. But now, Mikah had just finished a run and had decided to hike up one of her favorite spots on the island. It was one of the spots her and Leighton had found when she first decided they were going to live in Hawaii permanently. And the view once you reached the top was phenomenal, almost better than the view of the ocean. Almost.

When she was at the top of the hill or mountain, she wasn’t sure what it was classified as, she felt closed to Masen Christian Othniel. She wasn’t even sure why; he wasn’t the type that hiked, and he had spent most of his time in the ocean, surfing and being the stereotypical beach bum. The thought always brought a smile to her face as she thinks about him. It had been six years since she’d last seen his face and she still wished she could have changed the outcome. But it didn’t stick with her as bad as it used to. Not anymore. She had worked through that and was able to think of him without having a full-blown panic attack that would originally send her into a downward spiral.

She looks out at the ocean from her point of view and smiles before sitting down and breathing heavily. Even though she was in fantastic shape, the hike always knocked the wind out of her. She didn’t mind the sweat that was present on her skin from the treacherous hike and from the run she’d completed before the spur of the moment hike she’d decided on. She lets her eyes scan the ocean, watching as there were people surfing and parasailing that she could see. She knew that there were no doubt people snorkeling and swimming as well. She couldn’t explain the calm that the island brought her and made her anxieties slip away. She didn’t understand how the mainland made her anxiety skyrocket but for some reason it did.

She places her hands behind her in the Earth and leans back on them, holding her upper body up. She looks up at the sky and smiles as the sun hits her skin. She had missed the warmth of the sun and she had no desire to leave the island until she absolutely had to. She continues to look up at the sky as if she was looking for something in particular.

;;MIKAH “Your daughter reminds me so much of you. Maybe not as chaotic as you were but I see so much of you in her. I wish you were here to see her grow up.”

She only talked to him very sporadically now. It was only when she was thinking about him a lot more than normally did she choose to excuse herself to a remote location to talk to him. She couldn’t even place what made her think of him extra since she had gotten back to Hawaii, but she felt this pull to find the time to talk to him.

;;MIKAH “And while Myles isn’t your kid, you’d be impressed with what that two year old can do on a surfboard. He’s practically a natural. I think you and him would be good friends.”

She smiles at the thought before taking a deep breath and slowly lets it out. They’d shared a few memories in Hawaii together. And Mikah had enjoyed those memories but couldn’t commit to making them all the time years ago.

;;MIKAH “I still miss you. But it’s not as bad as it used to be. I wish I knew that you were here….”

Just as she says that, the breeze picks up and she smiles at the thought before laying back in the grass. She was a different person when it came to being in Hawaii; much different from the person she was on screen for SCW. She sometimes wished she’d open this part of her life up for others to see that she wasn’t the person she portrayed in SCW but she wasn’t a big people person.

She doesn’t say anything as she just lays in the grassy area, staring up at the sky. She knew she should get back to her children since she hadn’t seen them for a few weeks but she wanted just a few more minutes to soak up the Hawaiian sun. The serenity of just being up in nature seemed to calm some of her anxieties down even more.

The few minutes pass by a lot quicker than she would have liked but she doesn’t complain out loud as she finally gets up and brushes off any dirt or debris that may have got on her from laying in the grass. She looks around to notice that she was mainly by herself and she didn’t entirely seemed to mind. She knew that Mac was going to be in Hawaii at some point, even though she wasn’t entirely sure when. But that was a problem she’d face later, right now she needed to focus on getting back down to the bottom of this hill or mountain or whatever she was standing on and get back to her children.

The hike back down didn’t seem to take as much time as it had when she had hiked up the hill/mountain. But she supposed that was how it went; going up was always a lot harder than it was coming down. Inertia was probably the thing to blame. She stretches a little bit when she finally makes it down to the bottom of the hill/mountain and glances behind her at her trek. She had to make the twenty minute run back to her house and she’d be back with her children and able to spend the evening with them.

LATER THAT EVENING AT APPROXIMATELY 8:45 P.M.

Mikah had decided to take Leighton and Myles out for a fun evening. They ate supper at one of the local Italian restaurants and now were sitting on the beach. Mikah was watching her two year old run around in the sand like a wild toddler without a care in the world. She smiles as she watches him fall and then laugh as he does so.

;;MIKAH “I sometimes wish you were still that little, Leigh. You were such a charming little girl; you always had everybody wrapped around your finger.”

Leighton rolls her eyes at her mother, clearly not enjoying talking about her childhood.

::LEIGHTON “I don’t think you could handle two toddlers at the same time, Mom. You can barely handle Myles and Kris together.”

Mikah chuckles at the thought but doesn’t disagree with her daughter’s sentiment. She adored Kris and everything that came with him. But she couldn’t deny that he had his own challenges as well.

;;MIKAH “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

She hadn’t meant it in a hurtful way in any fashion but a look comes over her face and Leighton is quick to catch it. She raises an eyebrow at her mother before looking over at Myles, who was having the time of his life playing in the sand.

::LEIGHTON “Do you love him?”

Mikah stops staring at Myles and looks over at Leighton, a frown on her face.

;;MIKAH “Who? Myles? Of course, I love him. He’s my son, Leighton.”

Leighton chuckles at her mother before shaking her head at her.

::LEIGHTON “Not Myles, Mom. I know you love Myles. I meant Kris. Do you love Kris?”

And there it was. The question that was probably weighing on her mind heavily for the past few hours. Maybe it was what prompted her to go on her hike alone. She wasn’t sure. She however doesn’t get the chance to answer as Myles runs over and tackles her with a hug, getting sand all over her in the process. She starts to laugh a little bit as Myles kisses her cheek with a toothy grin.

;;MIKAH “Myles, you’re covered in sand!”

Myles laughs a little harder at the thought of getting his mother covered in sand before he runs off again to play in a different area of the sand. Mikah shakes her head before looking over at Leighton, who looked a bit perplexed.

;;MIKAH “I know that look, Leighton. What’s wrong?”

Leighton looks at Mikah again with the look still on her face and Mikah stops to catch her breath and maintain a serious expression.

::LEIGHTON “You didn’t answer my question-.”

But she is cut off by a blonde woman and her boyfriend walking up to Mikah and Leighton. Mikah frowns a little bit before looking up at the blonde before looking at the woman’s boyfriend who was standing off to her left.

::KENDALL “Are you Mikah?”

MIkah shares a slightly uneasy look with her daughter before giving Leighton a look that the sixteen year old knew too well. Leighton is quick to get up and grab Myles before taking him inside of their house, kicking and screaming as a toddler would do.

;;MIKAH “Why? Who wants to know?”

There weren’t many people on the island that she knew well enough for them to randomly come up to her and ask if she was Mikah. She never believed in her star power and always told Kris it never seemed to follow her. Or at least to her knowledge anyways.

Mikah watches as Kendall shares a slightly excited look with her boyfriend before she sits down in the sand next to Mikah. She tenses up, not sure what the blonde wanted from her. And Mikah’s interactions with fans who were obsessed was never too pleasant. She had all but forgotten about the Cameron incident.

::KENDALL “My name is Kendall…Ja---just Kendall.”

Mikah could sense the hesitation in the young woman’s voice as she almost said her last name but then stopped. That made Mikah’s red flag radar start to ping as she wasn’t sure why the girl would want to hide her identity.

;;MIKAH “Okay….?”

The confusion was written on Mikah’s face as she looks from the blonde to the dark haired man that was to her left.

::KENDALL “I’m sorry, I just…I heard that you moved to the island a few months back but I’d never seen you around. My fiancé, JD and I have been living here on the island for almost a year and I just….I never knew anybody with your resume to be here.”

Again, Mikah wasn’t sure what she was supposed to think of this whole entire situation. She didn’t know what Kendall wanted or if she was just a fan, eager to talk to one of her favorites.

;;MIKAH “I don’t go out much, really. And I haven’t really been on the island for the past month or so. But I’m not really sure why that is any of your business.”

Mikah’s eyes flicker over to J.D. who nudges Kendall gently and gives her a look. Mikah takes a breath, holding it in case something were to happen.

::KENDALL “Right. I’m getting ahead of myself here. I am sorry, sometimes I come on a little too strong.”

Mikah just raises an eyebrow at Kendall.

;;MIKAH “Clearly.”

Kendall chuckles as she looks at J.D. again before looking at Mikah. She seems a little hesitant before smiling at Mikah.

::KENDALL “I know that you don’t know me from Adam and that I could be a nobody…”

Mikah is quick to cut her off.

;;MIKAH “You are.”

Kendall seems taken back from the quick response from Mikah. Mikah watches as the emotions easily play out on Kendall’s face. Mikah just rolls her eyes before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “You said…I was only confirming.”

Kendall clearly takes a minute to compose herself as she tries to gain back whatever confidence she’d had before she walked over to Mikah.

::KENDALL “But a few years ago, I used to compete for PRIDE under--.”

Again, Mikah cuts her off, her interest coming in full force.

;;MIKAH “Jason, right?”

Mikah watches the slight surprised look on Kendall’s face.

::KENDALL “Yeah, Jason.”

Kendall shares a look with J.D. and Mikah rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Clearly you haven’t done your research on me very well, have you? I’m dating Kris, Jason’s brother. However, Jason and I are not strangers to one another either as he was under contract to SCW at one point as well. Okay, so let’s get to the point, Kendall. I have a toddler I have to put to bed here shortly and I frankly do not have the time to waste with you. Talking about what you may or may not have done in Pride a few years ago.”

Kendall quickly nods her head, willing to cut right to the chase.

::KENDALL “Right. Well, I’m looking to get back into wrestling. And I would like for you to train me.”

Kendall looks at Mikah with a hopeful look on her face. Mikah looks at Kendall before looking at J.D. and then takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH “I think you should probably get Kris to train you under his Jet City Sports Lab. I’m sure he’s much better at it than I am. Plus, I don’t even have a facility here that I could use to train you.”

Kendall smirks as she looks at Mikah again.

::KENDALL “But I do. I know of a place where we could do it. All you have to do is meet me there next Monday morning. Here’s the address.”

Kendall pulls out a piece of paper from her jean shorts pocket and hands it to Mikah before getting up. Mikah looks at the note before raising an eyebrow at Kendall.

::KENDALL “Just think about it, that’s all I am asking you to do until next Monday. Don’t give me an answer now, just think about it. That’s all I want you to do. And I’m sorry for bothering you and taking time away from your children. Have a nice evening, Mikah.”

Mikah sits in the sand, a little baffled but watches as Kendall walks away with her fiancé. Mikah’s eyes look back down at the paper and reads the address that was written on the small piece of paper. She wasn’t entirely sure where this building was or if she could even trust the strange girl. She sighs before getting up and pocketing the note in her own jean shorts pocket before going inside of her house.

She finds Leighton already having bathed Myles and was just walking out of his room. Mikah smiles at the responsibility that her daughter had taken on without even asking. But she was always amazed at her daughter’s growth.

;;MIKAH “You didn’t have to do that, you know. I was on my way inside to put him to bed.”

Leighton smiles at her mom.

::LEIGHTON “I know but you must be tired too after a long flight and a long day. And I honestly don’t mind putting him to bed; he goes down better for me than he does Ruby. I think it’s because I remind him of you.”

Mikah couldn’t help but disagree with her daughter internally. She didn’t think that her daughter looked much like her or acted much like her but she didn’t want her daughter to think otherwise. Or at least not at the moment.

;;MIKAH “Thank you, anyways. I appreciate it. I love you, Leighton.”

Mikah turns to walk towards her bedroom, exhausted from the long day.

::LEIGHTON “Hey mom, you never answered my question on the beach…”

Mikah turns to look at Leighton just as she reached out for the doorknob to her bedroom door. Mikah raises an eyebrow at her daughter.

;;MIKAH “What question was that, Leigh?”

Mikah vaguely remembered that Leighton had asked a question when they were on the beach but it had been pushed to the back of her mind after the strange encounter with Kendall. Leighton gives her mom a look as she seems a little hesitant to ask the question.

;;MIKAH “What question, Leigh?”

She prompts her daughter again, hoping that she’d spit the words out a little faster. Mikah tried to remember herself, but the question wasn’t being brought to the forefront of her brain at the moment. Leighton takes a deep breath and looks at Mikah, a kindness in her eyes that Mikah had never seen before tonight.

::LEIGHTON “Do you love Kris?”



FRIDAY, MARCH 11, 2022
TIME: 3:45 PM

The scene opens up to a surfboard in the ocean to find Mikah lying on the surfboard in a turquoise bikini and a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Her hair was wet and there were beads of water all over her skin as if she had just been in the ocean.

;;MIKAH “So this is where we are….”

It was very obvious that Mikah was in Hawaii and not in LA where the show was going to take place in eight days.

;;MIKAH “Did anybody expect it to come down to these two teams?”

She raises two fingers up to the camera, wiggling them just a little bit.

;;MIKAH “Or did everybody expect this to be the outcome?”

She is still as she lies on the surfboard in the ocean and it was surprisingly calm for the day And the sun was beating down against the ocean and against her skin. Thank God for sunscreen..

;;MIKAH “I guarantee that everybody thought that it would be Mark Cross and Kat Jones in the finals against…well, Mac and myself.”

She smirks a little bit as she lets a hand fall in the water, letting it dangle in the ocean. She was never scared of the ocean or that there were a possibility of sharks looming underneath me.

;;MIKAH “But Mac and I sent them packing a few weeks back. And surprisingly? It’s been awfully quiet on Twitter lately. It’s kind of refreshing to see, honestly.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “But never in a million years would I have bet money on it being Mac and I against Myra Rivers and Max Burke. This is not a match up that I could have ever imagined to have happened. Why?”

She grabs the sunglasses and pulls them off of her face and sets them on the board above her head.

;;MIKAH “Because I honestly expected you to have been eliminated last weekend when you faced Jaycee McDonald and Levana Cade. I’d say it’s not a knock against you, Myra but let’s be honest, it is a little bit.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You’ve said it yourself, you choked last year in the finals. You let Mark Cross and Ruby Steele claim that win. Just think, if you hadn’t interfered and pulled Ruby out of the way, what might have happened. But you did. You pulled Ruby out of the way of Mac’s spear. Personally? If it was me, I would have let him spear her.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “But you see, that’s the difference between you and I, Myra. You seemed to have cared about Ruby’s well-being at the time. You completely lost sight of what you needed to care more about at that time. You should have cared more about the win, rather than saving Ruby from that spear. It wasn’t like Mac was intentionally trying to spear the girl. You need to learn that in this company, you have to be ruthless and give no fucks about any other person but yourself.”

She pulls her hand out of the water and drapes it above her head on the surfboard.

;;MIKAH “Maybe that’s why you failed each and every time you went up against Amber Ryan for the Bombshell Championship. You just aren’t that person that has what it takes in the ring. You want to place nice but this is wrestling, this isn’t the fucking schoolyard playground, Myra. Do you think Amber Ryan gave two fucks about the Resident Nutjob when she beat her almost a year ago to become the Bombshell Champion?”

Mikah hesitates before rolling her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Alright, nobody gives two fucks about the Resident Nutjob but do you think she cared about the Resident Nutjob? Absolutely fucking not. And that’s another difference between you and I….”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

;;MIKAH “I don’t give two fucks about any Bombshell. And I don’t give a fuck about what you’ve said in previous promos for your matches. Because that doesn’t fucking matter. I’m not basing my opinion of you on shit you’ve said about previous opponents that don’t matter to me. You can praise their name or drag their names through the fucking mud for all I care, Myra. That doesn’t matter in this match. Because you’re not facing them, you’re facing me and let’s forget about Mac and Max for just a moment. Let it just be you and me.”

She moves and sits up on the board, her legs going in the ocean as she straddles the board as a surfer would do.

;;MIKAH “What you have done in the history of this company? It doesn’t matter because it’s useless in this match. Just like what I’ve done in this company is pretty much useless. Because I can’t rely on my own history to get the win this time. But I will tell you this, everything that you know about me in the ring and have heard about me in the ring, is true. There’s a fucking reason why Danielle Weston wanted to face me at High Stakes. And it’s not because I’m a pushover, it’s because she wanted to prove herself in this company and she knew that facing me would give her the recognition that she wanted and honestly, probably deserved. And yeah, she beat me but that didn’t mean she didn’t have to work for it. Because she definitely had to work for it. Do you understand why people want to compete against me? Why they pull my name out of nowhere? They want the attention and the buzz that my name brings backstage.”

She smirks as she looks around before fixing the top of her bikini, making sure it was still in place. After all, this was a SFW show.

;;MIKAH “I’m sure that you’ll talk about how I’ll say that I am better than you and that you’re going to lose. And you’ll undoubtedly bring up the fact that I like to state that I’m Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s favorite Bombshell. But you’re also the type of person who likes to give credit where it is due. I understand that about you. But you still have that chip on your shoulder and I know that you fight with yourself every single day to make it a little less visible each day. But it’s still there. You’re still bitter about the failures you’ve had in SCW.”

She shrugs her shoulders, that smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she leans forward just a little bit.

;;MIKAH “I think it’s admirable, however that you are trying to accept the fact that you’re a failure. I mean, that you’ve had failures here in SCW.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “They’re supposed to make you stronger; they’re supposed to make you want to become better but all I see when I look at you or what you’re trying to accomplish is that you’re stronger than you were a year ago. You’ve claimed before on Twitter that you’ve changed for the better and whatever else it is that you like to spout off about. I really don’t give two fucks about what change you’ve managed over the past year because fuck change. Do you think change ever got me anywhere? Absolutely not. Consistency, however did.”

She smirks at the camera again, slowly running her top teeth over her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH “That’s another reason why I am the measuring stick. I’m the fucking Bombshell that set the bar for what a Bombshell should aspire to be. I’m the one that took what it meant to be a Bombshell, and I changed it. I paved that road for what it means to be a Bombshell today. I took that term and I revitalized it and gave it new meaning. There’s a reason I can do whatever the fuck I want when it comes to Climax Controls or Super Shows. And there’s a reason that I can say whatever the fuck I want to, to anybody that I want to say it to. How many times do you think I’ve just barged into the bosses’ office without a warning and didn’t get fined or reprimanded?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH “It’s because I’m the Bombshell that set those bars and broke records. My name holds a lot more weight backstage than yours does. And it always will. There’s a reason I claim to be the favorite and that’s because I am. How many times do you think I can step away from SCW only for them to welcome me back with open arms? Do you think just anybody can do that?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “Sure, maybe they can but it’s not going to be as warmly accepted as it is when I walk back through those doors. And each time I come back, I set a goal and I always reach that goal. I already reached the one goal I set when I returned  this year and that was when Kristopher and I became the mixed tag team champions for the second time. And now?”

She looks down at the surfboard before looking up at the camera, smiling.

;;MIKAH “My second goal is to win the Blast From the Past Tournament. I don’t care about the championship match I will get as a result of winning this tournament. I don’t give a flying fuck about that at all. And honestly? I probably never have.”

Another shrug of her shoulders and she wobbles a little on the surfboard. She freezes for a moment to find her balance once more on the surfboard.

;;MIKAH “I just want to hear Hot Stuff Mark Ward admit to the entire World that I’m his favorite SCW Bombshell of all time. That is the goal. And you know what’s great?”

A twinkle appears in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “My tag team partner fully understands what I want out of this tournament and he fully supports my goals. Remember? My partner, Mac Bane? The current Heavyweight Championship in SCW? The one partner you had last year but clearly didn’t value more than the safety of Ruby Steele? Oh yeah, that guy.”

She nods her head with a confident smirk on her face.

;;MIKAH “Mac has been nothing but a phenomenal partner for this tournament. And it’s about damned time that I get a good partner in this tournament. It’s been a long time coming and I deserved to be paired with a great competitor like Mac Bane. And he’s already told the world that I’m a much better tag team partner than you were, Myra.”

She holds the silence for a moment, that look of arrogance on her face still. It left that gloating feeling to settle around her.

;;MIKAH “How does that feel, Myra? To be told that you were such a shitty partner and that I’m an upgrade? Which, let’s be honest, is true but ironic. I’m the Bombshell that is known for not playing well with others. Kristopher is the only other person that I play well with but I have managed to get along with Mac this long and you can bet that next Sunday it’s going to be the same old story.”

She hesitates for a moment.

;;MIKAH “As for your partner? I’m sure he’s good in the ring as he’s gotten this far in the tournament. And I know he’s been a part of SCW before as well. But like I said earlier, what he’s done previously means fuck all in this match. And I know that Mac can handle whatever Max chooses to bring to the match. I honestly have no worries about whether or not Mac can beat Max because I already know that he can. He wouldn’t be the champion if he couldn’t handle Max in the ring. So while Mac and Max have to work their shit out in the ring, you and I can focus on one another Myra. And I can give you another failure to learn from.”

She smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “Since you enjoy learning from them so much.”

She winks at the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “I hope the words that you’re going to say this week mean something because everything I’ve just said is gasoline. And next week?”

She smirks again as she lies back on the surfboard and the camera follows her movement. She pulls her legs out of the ocean and places her feet on the board with her knees bent. She adjusts her bikini a little bit as she gets comfortable on the surfboard once more.

;;MIKAH “I’m going to light the match and watch it go up in flames.”

She grabs her sunglasses and places them back over her eyes.

;;MIKAH “See you in eight days, Max and Myra.”

She waves the camera off as she takes a deep breath, to relax a little more on the surfboard.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 2022
TIME: :30 P.M.

Mikah had spent most of the morning and afternoon working out and training with Mac Bane in order to prepare for their upcoming match on Sunday. She sighs as she pulls the hair tie from her hair as she walks into Kris’ place. She felt sweaty and just all around gross and she wasn’t entirely sure what her boyfriend was doing at the moment. She makes her way to the bathroom and starts the shower before undressing her and stepping into the shower, letting the hot water hit her body.

About twenty-five minutes later, she steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around her body before using another one to wrap around her hair before grabbing her dirty, sweaty clothes and walks out into Kris’ bedroom and deposits her clothes into a dirty hamper before removing the towel from her hair and tosses it in next, letting her damp blonde locks fall down her back before she walks out of Kris’ bedroom and into the kitchen to grab something to drink. Preferably a strawberry Gatorade. She finds one that she’d stashed in the fridge and opens the lid and takes a drink from the bottle before jumping when she turns to her right to see Kris standing there and she drops the bottle of gatorade on the floor, spilling it all over the floor when she chose to grab her towel instead of hold onto the bottle..

;;MIKAH “Fuck. You scared me.”

She looks at him before making a face at the pink colored drink still spilling from the bottle. She quickly reaches down and grabs the bottle and picks it up and sets it in the sink before looking around and grabs a few hand towels and tosses them on the floor to mop up the gatorade.

::KRIS “I was wondering if you had heard me come in. Apparently not.”

He laughs, and moves to help her start to clean up the mess. There was no part of him that was even bitter about it. It had been a long time since there were people around to regularly make messes of his place. At first he had called it a perk of the travel. He had found himself missing the domestic stuff lately though

;;MIKAH “You’re still pretty quiet on your feet.”

She looks at him as they both work at cleaning up the mess she had accidentally created. She squats down, her knees together to grab the wet towels and she makes a face before tossing them in the other side of the sink.

;;MIKAH “I literally didn’t mean to drop the gatorade. I guess I could have dropped the towel instead…Now I have to wash my feet…again.”

She looks at the messy towels in the sink before she shakes her head with a smile. She looks down at her feet and moves them a little to gauge the stickiness of her feet.

::KRIS “Well, I wasn't trying to startle you so that makes us even. I wouldn't have complained if it were the towel instead.”

A smirk crosses his face as her reorganizes his mental picture around that thought.

::KRIS “I mean, less sticky floor, more nude you. It really would have been a win-win for me, and I could use that. Things have been boring today since you were busy with tournament stuff.”

She gives him a pouty look for a moment before smiling softly at him. She wasn’t sure what he did when she had to focus on training with Mac or doing whatever else she had to do for the tournament.

;;MIKAH “You could always come down and watch, you know….I wouldn’t mind and I doubt Mac would either.”

She raises an eyebrow at him before scrunching her nose at him a little bit. SHe adjusts the towel a little bit before looking at him.

;;MIKAH “Well to be fair, I wasn’t entirely sure it was you when I saw you there. Or if you were alone and I try not to let anybody but you see me naked.”

She looks down at the floor and picks one of her feet up to test the stickiness and makes a face at the noise it makes.

;;MIKAH “Do you have a maid for that?”

She gives him a teasing smile.

::KRIS “I do, but she's me and really only does it to wear the outfit. Never got much cleaning done...”

He looks slightly up and left as if he was trying to picture a fond memory. A stupid smile comes across his face before he shakes it away and looks back to her.

::KRIS “...wait, what were we talking about?”

Mikah gives him a look before smirking and shaking her head as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “We were talking about how good that one restaurant is. Just down the street….”

She winks at him.

::KRIS “Yeah, but there is that one sign on the door about people with sticky feet dressed in a towel. I don't think they appreciate it.”

She opens her mouth, but he cuts her off. He had given her the 'Kris' answer but had learned better than to leave her hanging without a real one.

::KRIS “I mean you could go get ready, I can clean the rest of everything up, and then we could totally do that if you wanted.”

She closes her mouth as she looks at him, that look of admiration appearing in her eyes. Sometimes, she got busy with SCW stuff and with training with Mac that she sometimes forgot how much she adored him.

;;MIKAH “Getting dressed is probably most ideal; I wouldn’t want anybody to drop by unannounced and get a view of something they shouldn’t get to see. However, we do not have to go out; we can order in. So people don’t have to see my sticky feet.”

She raises her left foot up and that sticky noise can be audibly heard. She makes a face at the sound.

;;MIKAH “That’s almost the worst sound. Other than hearing my upcoming opponent’s voice.”

She makes a face at the thought of who her and Mac had to face on Sunday before looking at Kris.

;;MIKAH “You sure you still don’t mind me being in this tournament?”

She probably asked him once a week if he minded or not and his answer was usually the same but she wanted to check in.

::KRIS “God no! I would probably have to be doing something productive if you weren't. I guess I could have joined it myself, but that hasn't ever gone well for me. Plus, the last time I won a title shot that I didn't want I had to go beat Jack and be the World Champion again. No thanks. Too much responsibility.”

She could tell he was enjoying just being around to team with her. It was the best of both worlds for Kris. He could be better than everyone else in the mixed tag division without any of the added pressure. It was time that they got to spend together, and that is what mattered to him now.

::KRIS “Now that Amber is out, you don't even have all that stiff of competition to get through either. You'll be Bombshell Champion again in no time.”

She makes a face at his own comment before looking around.

;;MIKAH “No thanks. I’m literally only in it to get the boss to admit that I’m his favorite. And if I win the championship….I’ll sell it for money.”

It was probably a lie but she wasn’t sure she wanted the Bombshell Championship anyways.

::KRIS “Now you sound like me….”

Maybe after all the time they had spent together they were starting to rub off on each other. They had started to meet in the middle of the gap that used to be between them.

::KRIS “You definitely could go all the way through. You have to know that, right. You got a great partner. The good teams keep dropping. The rookies are still somehow alive. All things are pointing at you and Mac taking the whole thing.”

She shrugs her shoulders, not seemingly willing to admit that she’s going to win the tournament with Mac as her partner. She still had the tendency to look at things with a glass half empty type of way.

;;MIKAH “You know that we have to face Mark Cross and Kat Jones this weekend….right? It’s not like that’s a completely easy task.”

She was very well aware that he was aware of that. She also wasn’t sure if Cross was all hype or not but he had won two years in a row, even if last year’s win was based on a technicality.

;;MIKAH “He’s won twice and I have lost every time that I’ve entered. The odds don’t scream in my favor.”

She makes a face before offering him a smile.

::KRIS “There are no odds in Blast from the Past. It is the luck of the draw. Either the teams work, or they don't. You have one that does work. That is a huge advantage. Other people might get through a round or too, but the wheels always come off. It is about a lot more than just being good. ”

Maybe he was just trying to build her up ahead of an important match like any supportive significant other should do, but it sounded genuine. It felt like he believed that the next few rounds were just a formality.

;;MIKAH “Maybe….and while I do believe that Mac and I work well together…”

She stops for a moment and looks at him before scrunching her nose at him.

;;MIKAH “But definitely not better than you and I…there is still a possibility of him and I losing on Sunday.”

She looks at him before offering another smile before taking a step closer to him to close a little bit of the space in between them.

;;MIKAH “But I do miss you..”

She looks up at him, smiling again.

::KRIS “I am around...”

He shrugs. Either he was actually content sitting on the sidelines, or had worked diligently on his pokerface to hide it from her.

::KRIS “Just not trying to be in the way. We are good. It doesn't matter how well you do in the tournament, we have been undefeated for years.

She gives him a small smile as she looks up at him. She had been wrapped up in her own schedule as of late and trying to coordinate everything with Mac, Kris, and her kids who were still in Hawaii with Ruby. She sometimes felt like all the traveling from the mainland to Hawaii was a little much but she sucked it up. She chose to move her home address there and she wasn’t going to complain about it now.

;;MIKAH “You are never in the way. Ever.”

She reaches up and gently cups the left side of his face with her right hand. She leans up and lightly presses her lips against his before pulling back.

;;MIKAH “If anything, you need to be in the way a lot more.”

She wrinkles her nose at him.

::KRIS “That is what Mark and Christian keep telling me too. Apparently if people call me out I have to "do the right thing" and go out to address it. It all seems like a hassle.”

She could tell that for Kris it was more lack of excitement than anything else. He enjoyed going out as a team, but had long outlived his days of wanting to do more than that.

::KRIS “...if you make it to the finals they are definitely going to make me do something profitable. No way I get a free ride through the Supercard.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders, a smirk spreading across her face as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “After Mac and I win the tournament and the boss has to admit that I’m his favorite Bombshell of all time, I’m sure I could have some strings pulled. . .but that doesn’t really help you for the supercard, does it?”

At first, it had been a running joke that she was Mark Ward’s favorite but now that she had the opportunity to make him say it, she wasn’t going to let it slip up.

;;MIKAH “You could just sit ringside. Throw things at people. Be an annoyance to everybody else. I’d find it entertaining.”

She winks at him.

::KRIS “You know how people are. Me being out there would turn into a problem. People would make it seemed like I was jealous, or something stupid like that. I don't want to be a distraction during a match. There's been enough of that in the tournament already.”

The fact that he was able to take a step back from the spotlight in order to support her was nice, albeit suspicious.

::KRIS “...and it's not like I am going to be strong armed into that match with the crazy's kid. Talk about a lose-lose situation. I would rather stay at home than do that.”

She raises an eyebrow at him before laughing a little bit.

;;MIKAH “Ah…the resident nutjob’s offspring. I don’t think any of that family is right in the head.”

She shakes her head at the thought. Mikah had her own issues with Crystal or Christina, whichever name she was calling herself nowadays. But she couldn’t really focus on the resident nutjob if she wanted to win the Blast From the Past tournament.

;;MIKAH “I don’t mind distractions if they come from you…”

She had been adamant on Twitter that she wasn’t going to be focusing her energy on a crazy person that she’d already beat thousands of time. It wasn’t worth her energy nor was it worth her time.

::KRIS “Either way, as soon as Blast from the Past is over they are going to want to get a shot at us. I am not sure we can avoid it.”

The words themselves sounded as flat as he felt about it.

;;MIKAH “Well, we don’t have to worry about them right now. We just have to worry about me and you. And the fact that I’m the boss’ favorite.”

She moves closer to him a little bit.

;;MIKAH “But you are most definitely my favorite.”


FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 2022
TIME: 6:45 PM

The scene opens up to what appears to be an empty warehouse of some sort with Mikah kneeling/sitting with her legs in the w position in the middle of what appeared to be a pool of blood. The white jeans she was wearing was stained with the “blood” and her blonde locks had a little splatter of it in on her ends and her bare torso had some “blood” splatters on it as well. With the skinny jeans, she had paired a crop top tank top that was black and ribbed. Off to her left, it showed the shadow of a “body” and laying in the pool of “blood” to her right appears to be a baseball, coated in blood.

;;MIKAH “Here lie the hopes and dreams of both Kat Jones and her tag team partner, the most annoying person on this planet, Mark Cross.”

She looks down at the “blood” before looking up with just her eyes, a smirk crossing her face as she leans back just a little more than she already was. The smirk was something people who knew her would know what is about to happen.

;;MIKAH “I really tried to stop myself….”

Her eyes flicker to her left where the “body” was before she looks back at the camera.

;;MIKAH “But I couldn’t help myself; I couldn’t stop it.”

If the camera moved over just enough, it would be evident that the “body” was just a dummy of some sorts that Mikah had rented for the purpose of this promo.

;;MIKAH “But this blood….it represents every dream, hope, and desire that Mark Cross and Kat Jones have hoped to achieve in this tournament. I can’t say that I’m excited to face the on Sunday, because if I’m being honest, I kind of hoped to meet them in the finals…”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks at the mess again, her eyes scanning the surface. She then flickers her eyes back up to the camera. She breathes evenly and slowly as she looks into the camera lens.

;;MIKAH “But as the cards have been laid, it didn’t happen that way and their demise is going to be on Sunday night in the main event against Mac and myself…”

She leans forward just a little bit, the camera moves with her as she looks at her reflection in the “blood”. She tilts her head to the left before smirking at her own reflection.

;;MIKAH “And there’s no complaints I have against Mac Bane as a partner. Because he has been nothing but fantastic. He puts in the work and he gets shit done; he doesn’t do any of that other shit that I’ve seen a lot of people do. And I can definitely respect the way he works in the ring and how he chooses to get things done. He and I are a lot alike in some ways but in this tournament, we both know what we want out of this tournament. We both understand what’s at stake here for the both of us. However, in this specific match, I would say that there’s more on the line for Mac than there is for me. If he gets pinned by the bonehead, he loses his championship so we have to make sure that doesn’t happen. I couldn’t bear the thought of Mark Cross winning this match and advancing in this tournament at the expense of Mac and I.”

She moves her hand and splashes at the blood before sitting back up straight, “blood” splatter now on her face from her hitting the “blood.”  She didn’t seem to mind at the moment as she looks at the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “I understand that Mark Cross has won this tournament the past two years. However…”

She pauses as she closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH “Last year, he won on a technicality. He originally lost with his first partner. He got a second chance last year that a lot of people didn’t get. So technically he can lose in this tournament because he already did. So history says that it can be done again. And I have all the faith in Mac that he can handle whatever the annoying prick throws at him; even if it is just him running his mouth all the goddamned time.”

A look of annoyance appears on Mikah’s face as she brings up the fact that Mark annoys her. She reaches up and runs her fingers through some of her blonde locks, streaking it with red as she does so.

;;MIKAH “Mark and I have never been in the ring against one another and yes, I know that we’re not allowed to face one another but we’ve never been against one another via tag teams or in the history of this tournament. And that was probably for good reason because there’s no telling what I would try to do to him if I could. I’d honestly like to try but I’m sure that I won’t get that chance on Sunday. Because it’s basically me versus Kat and Mac versus the annoying prick. Which, is clearly the point and I am used to mixed tag team wrestling now but it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to slap the taste out of Mark’s mouth or break his nose to remind him that he’s not better than me and he is as annoying as I tell everybody he is. About as annoying as--.”

She stops herself from going where she was about to go; she wasn’t that person. She was trying her best not to bring up her opponents’ personal lives when it came to her promos. She hated when people used her personal life against her, so she was trying to make it a point to not use theirs against them.

;;MIKAH “I’m not going to sit here in this blood and deny that Mark hasn’t won this tournament before and that he’s not good at it because history says that he is. But do you want to know what’s different this year? This go around?”

Another smirk crosses her face as she looks at the camera before looking up into the rafters of the warehouse and then focuses on the camera in front of her again.

;;MIKAH “He and Kat have to go through Mac and I. This year? I have a fucking great partner. I have the fucking best partner in this tournament. Is that a bold statement?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Maybe. But is it true?”

Another arrogant smirk crosses her face.

;;MIKAH “Of course it is. Mac wouldn’t be the world heavyweight champion if he wasn’t the fucking best. And since he is the champion, that makes him the fucking best partner in this tournament this year. He is the partner that everybody should have wanted their name paired with when the bosses did the drawing. But I got the lucky pick this year. And this time? I’m here for a reason.”

She takes a deep breath before looking back at the “blood” before looking back at the camera and slowly standing up, being careful not to slip once she’s standing up.

;;MIKAH “And I’ll remind you all of what it is, even though I’m well aware both Kat and the annoying prick should know what it is.”

She is careful to stand still, not wanting to slip and fall. She was sure that neither Mac or the bosses wanted to deal with a concussed Mikah.

;;MIKAH “I am going to make Hot Stuff Mark Ward tell everybody that I am his favorite Bombshell that there ever was or has been in this company. Do I care that I’m going to earn a shot at Amber for her Bombshell Championship? No, absolutely not. I don’t care about that championship but I will love stepping into the ring with her because she’s the one to beat…”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “However, there’s a reason that I’m the best Bombshell that has ever been a part of SCW. It’s because I know how to get shit done in that wrestling ring. It’s one of the few places that I feel most comfortable and where I know how to do what I do best and that is dominate. Do you think I made the Bombshells go on strike in January of 2016 because I was a Sam Marlowe in the ring? Abso-fucking-lutely not. They went on strike because I’d held the Bombshell Championship for nearly nine months at that point and not a single fucking one of them could beat me. They tried to say it was because of “unsafe” working conditions and that I was drinking before my matches but I never drank before any of my matches that I was booked in. They were using that as a crutch to hide their annoyance that they fucking sucked compared to me.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she moves a little bit and the camera goes black for about five seconds and cuts to a new scene where Mikah is seen sitting in the ring in the Reno Events Center. She is dressed in a pair of distressed blue jeans and her ‘Bring Back Simon Jones’ crop tops. She doesn’t miss a beat from where she last left off.

;;MIKAH “And what does my history have to do with this match coming up on Sunday?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Nothing really but I want Kat to know who she’s stepping into the ring with. I’m not Masque nor am I any of the previous opponents you’ve faced here in SCW. And  I know that you know of me. Your name has rattled around before SCW and I believe that I know a few of your friends more than I know you. I do not believe that you and I have ever stepped foot against one another in a wrestling ring before…”

She is hesitant for a moment before looking at the camera before looking around.

;;MIKAH “I could very well be wrong because I don’t remember everything and while I have nothing against you, Kat, this Sunday it’s going to be business as usual for me. And because I fucking can’t stand your tag-team partner. If anything, I must do whatever it takes to ensure that your tag-team partner doesn’t advance to the next round. And if that means that I have to beat you to do it, I will.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I have no doubts in my mind that you know exactly what you’re doing when you step into a wrestling ring. If your family is, Mac, I have no doubts in my mind that you’re well trained in that ring. Because he takes his training seriously; this past Monday proved that. And I have every ounce of faith I can that you’re going to bring it on Sunday. Because I know that you want to make a name for yourself here in SCW and you want that shot at Amber’s championship. And why wouldn’t you? It’s what all of the Bombshells here in SCW want. But…I’m…different.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “You see…I’ve held that championship three times before and it was fine, it was fun being on top for a while. But after awhile, the anxiety sets in. The anxiety of when you’re going to lose it sets in and it’s always a thought in the back of your mind that it could happen at any given moment. And then that anxiety brings on the anxiety of what happens when you do lose it? How will people think of you then? If I’m being honest, it was a headache that I didn’t enjoy. But I know what you’re feeling, Kat.”

She gives an empathetic look to the camera. Or the best empathetic look she could muster.

;;MIKAH “I signed my contract for SCW in November of 2014. I was the Bombshell Champion by May of 2015. With a two and a half month hiatus from the middle of February until the end of April. So essentially, I had been active in SCW a grand total of three and a half months before I won the championship. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that that is the quickest rise to the top of the company. I’m sure the walking record book will correct me if I’m wrong.”

She rolls her eyes in sheer annoyance before looking back at the camera and focusing on it once more.

;;MIKAH “I understand that you want that for yourself and winning this tournament could give you that. However, you’re not going to go any farther. I can’t let it happen because there is more on the line for me on Sunday than there is for you. And you can bet I’m going to do whatever it fucking takes to ensure that Mac and I walk away victorious on Sunday.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “It’s going to be the perfect crime on Sunday. Because Mac and I are going to win and steal the tournament win from your annoying prick of a partner. And this is not your fault that you have that annoying prick as a partner weighing you down but I just….he can’t win again. I can’t sit through another year of his annoying tweets about he’s sooooo good at the Blast From the Past tournaments and he just…he doesn’t need to win for a third time. He doesn’t need it. SCW doesn’t need another transitional champion when they already have the BEST transitional champion sitting amongst their roster.”

She winks at the camera. She knew that there were a select few of people that would catch who she was talking about. Specifically those who follow her on Twitter. They would know.

;;MIKAH “You’re just a casualty in the way of what I need to do on Sunday. And honestly? It’s nothing personal. I used to run with a ruthless group of men, who taught me not to be distracted by personal feelings and I can’t let anything else distract me from what needs to happen on Sunday. And no matter what happens or how I feel about you personally, Kat, I’m going to have to smash your face in.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Or crush your trachea, if need be. I don’t care if we’re friends or if we’re not, you and the annoying prick are standing in the way of what I need everybody to know in roughly twenty-three days. And I’m not sorry that you’re going to have to be eliminated from the tournament because I’m better. Mac and I are the better team.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “Only one team can advance to the finals. And it has to be Mac and I. It’s not personal for you Kat but for the annoying prick, it might be. I need to get him to realize he’s not as good as he thinks he is. And he needs to be put in his place. And I fully expect Mac to put him there.”

She smirks once more.

;;MIKAH “I hope you’re both ready for Sunday. Because we all don’t have a choice.”

She winks at the camera, her arrogant smirk still plastered on her face.

;;MIKAH “Ciao”

FRIDAY, JANUARY 21, 2022
TIME: 11:30 A.M.

Mikah frowns as she struggles to unlock the Atrium Suite’s door with her key card and balance the shopping bags in her arms. Of course, she had gone all out and booked herself and Kristopher the Atrium Paradise Suite in the Atlantis Casino and Resort. She refused to lower her standards just because they weren’t considered top tier champions. Plus, she was paying for it so she was able to do as she saw fit. She struggles a little while longer before kicking the door in frustration when it doesn’t register that she was holding the key card up to the electronic part on the door.

;;MIKAH “Piece of shit.”

She exclaims loudly but she didn’t have much time to think about how she was going to get the door open when the door opens and her boyfriend is standing there, with a slightly amused look on his face.

::KRIS “Problems?”

She gives him a wrinkle of her nose as she brushes past him to let herself in to their room. She sets the bags down on the couch in their room. She shivers slightly at the slightly chilly temp that Reno was experiencing.

;;MIKAH “I wouldn’t have had to leave if I had packed the appropriate clothes for this city’s weather. Spending money on hoodies, jeans and leggings was not on my to-do list today.”

She wasn’t going to bring up the fact that her body had definitely adjusted to Hawaii weather and she couldn’t seem to handle the cooler weather on the mainland.

;;MIKAH “I’m going to start a petition for SCW to only visit states and areas with warm weather. This cold shit is for the birds.”

She knew that she was complaining just to complain and that it was ironic because she had lived in New York City for most of her adult life.  But living in Hawaii for almost six months had changed her body temperature and what she was used to.

::KRIS “You're becoming one of my people now! A lot of people hate the year round nice weather but I live in San Diego because it skips the shitty seasons. If there is a Good, he doesn't want me to be cold. Otherwise I would have been born in Alaska a few hundred years ago.”

It was the short of insane tangent she was getting used to hearing more often. She glances over at him as she starts taking the new clothes out of the bags and sets them on the ottoman thing.

;;MIKAH “I was born in Seattle, I wouldn’t consider than much a step up from Alaska. But this weather is ridiculous. I thought Nevada was supposed to have mostly warm weather? What is this forty-five degrees bullshit?”

She furrows her brows together as she thinks about the weather. It wasn’t horrible weather in contrast to the snow and ice that New York City sometimes got in the winter but it was not the daily eighty degree weather that she was used to in Hawaii.

::KRIS “It is the desert. Most things about it suck. It's like K-Mart Vegas. Sin City should almost be offended to be here. Luckily, at least they have us to keep it interesting.”

He still did not seem happy with their choice of venue. Kris had always been more of a fan of the California shows. Even this was too far east for him. She looks over at him once more before looking at the options of pants she’d bought. If she was honest with herself, she wasn’t looking forward to wearing pants. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time that she wore them.

;;MIKAH “I hope they do a Hawaii tour next. Or somewhere tropical, I don’t even know if pants will fit me anymore. I could have handled Vegas, to be honest. At least there’s some form of entertainment there.”

She makes a face before grabbing the black jeans she’d purchased and walking over to her suitcase to grab her crop top out of her suitcase. She sighs as she looks at the clothes she had packed and a small, barely noticeable pout appears on her face.

;;MIKAH “All of these shorts were packed for no reason. Not to mention the bikinis.”

She grabs her turquoise one out and playfully tosses it at Kris. He snatches it out of the air and tosses it back to the bag.

::KRIS “I know… It is going to be no fun at all if we don't go out and win this thing. We are stuck in a boring place, with boring people, in the shittiest of weather conditions. I mean, we could be on a beach right now….”

It had been different when he was out in front of the crowd, or looking forward to this trip from last week. Now that he was in limbo, albeit on the edge of the fun part, it sounded like he had second thoughts. She looks over at him again, a small smirk on her face as she moves and sits on the edge of the bed.

;;MIKAH “This place…and I don’t mean Reno, I mean SCW could also be boring, you know. Most of those people don’t like me and sometimes that environment is toxic. And I know…maybe it’s not a good thing that I moved to Hawaii. I could easily become a beach bum. Thank God I still have an aversion for food.”

She scrunches her nose at him before laying back on the bed for a moment and stares up at the ceiling.

;;Mikah “Do you think that there will be any decent competition after we win on Sunday? I mean, if we win…”

She was trying hard not to always put the cart in front of the horse, so to speak. She didn’t want to undermine the talent of their opponents, but sometimes it was easier to think that way rather than the other way.

::KRIS “There's plenty of competition, it is just a matter of stepping up. Like, some of those teams are busy with individual shit, or pretending to be retired and not interested. If any team is going to lure out real challengers it is us though. We're kind of doing Mark and Christian a favor by showing up.”

He had hoped that they could bring the best out of the division once before, but more often than not the challengers failed to be challenging. There was a flicker of hope that this next time would be different.

;;MIKAH “Could you imagine if we didn’t show up? Who Mercedes and Goth would have had to face? We definitely sell more tickets and bring a better crowd. A smarter crowd.”

He wasn’t wrong by any means. They had several different teams step up to them before and they had met the same fate that they were hoping that Mercedes and Goth are going to face on Sunday.

;;MIKAH “We’re clearly doing them a favor by showing up. Otherwise, Crystaltina and Brandon could have had this opportunity.”

Crystaltina was her nickname for Crystal Hilton or whatever her last name was these days. It was so that she could cover every personality that she claimed to have.

;;MIKAH “Plus you’re way more attractive to look at. Eye candy, really.”

She winks at him as she sits back up to look at him in a more focused sense.

::KRIS “We're obviously their best option for marketable champions or they wouldn't have put us in the match. We didn't exactly ask for this specifically. They just think this highly of us, or too little of everyone else. Although, Inception has been historically lucky for me.”

Some of his best moments were on the first supercard of the year, and with any luck, this one would be another in an ever-growing list.

;;MIKAH “I still think it has the fact to do with that nobody can beat us. And that you’re Christian Underwood’s favorite. But you’re my favorite too, I can’t blame him really.”

She shrugs her shoulders before standing up again and stretching a little bit before walking over to the window and looking out. She makes a face before glancing at him.

;;Mikah “I thought about going for a run but I really didn’t feel like freezing to death when doing so. And I didn’t want to take the chance on running into one of those people that I do not care for. I’m betting on Mercedes betting that I’m going to have some sort of delay in the ring. As if I ever really had one before.”

She looks at him before looking back outside as she lets her eyes run over the scenery for a moment. She still didn’t feel like the Mikah that she was before, when they were a tag team and she wasn’t sure if that unsettled her or not. She takes a breath, keeping her eyes focused on the outside world as she starts to speak.

;;MIKAH “What…what happens if this place…turns me back into the me I was before Hawaii?”

The insecurity slips into her voice once more, a thought she couldn’t seem to shake. She knew that only time would shake that feeling of sinking back into her previous toxic habits and she had worked so hard to get past them. She had done a lot of therapy when she was in New York and continued to meet with her therapist via Zoom when she was in Hawaii until she found one in Hawaii she liked. She didn’t want SCW to take all of the work she’d put in and undo it.

::KRIS “It didn't do that to me. The last time I was back I stayed on top of my shit. We did great for all the High Stakes events. This is no different. Just because we are coming back doesn't mean we are moving backwards.”

That was part of the reason that Kris had been so adamant about changing everything about their team. It was a fresh start, not a sequel, not a reboot. This was their next chapter. She presses her lips together for a moment, her eyes still focused on outside as if there was something enthralling out there to be looking at.

;;MIKAH “I won’t deny that I may be a little worried about my own tendencies to ruin my own chances when I’m there. I’m going to work at not letting the others get into my head.”

She finally pries her eyes away from the window to look over at him. She shrugs her shoulders as she moves a little and leans/sits on the ledge of the windowsill for a moment or so. She then gets up and walks over to sit next to him.

;;MIKAH “It is not the competing part that I’m essentially worried about; it’s the backstage politics that I worry more about. Which, I know is dumb but sometimes, that’s worse than competing in the ring. In the ring, I know that I’m respected and that I am good at that part. But…being around the co-workers? Not my forte.”

She shrugs her shoulders again before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out to relax her always thinking brain.

::KRIS “That is why we are back as a team. We show up, hang out with one another, and fly home. It is not all that much different from the two of us out in Hawaii alone. Here we are just surrounded by idiots, still alone. We don't have to engage in the environment.”

It was actually best for him to avoid the bad elements of being on tour. There were too many triggers, and too many previous scandals for Kris to trust himself in this world. That was why he didn't linger after shows anymore. She leans into him just a little bit before resting her head against the side of his shoulder and upper arm meets.

;;MIKAH “The Hawaii bubble was always nice. Not having to worry about anybody but the kids and one another. I suppose it doesn’t have to be too different from Hawaii…we can isolate ourselves from the idiots that run around backstage. However, sometimes that might be easier said than done.”

At least it sounded easy. She was quick to avoid other people without batting an eye but sometimes it was hard. The only other person she rarely avoided was Despayre and she wasn’t sure if he showed up to the shows very often.

;;MIKAH “We have to win those belts so we can maybe get our own locker room so we can lock people out. That’s an idea that might be worth fighting for.”

She cracks a smile at the idea of taking over a locker room to have as their own. She was never above stealing the boss’ office, either.

::KRIS “I am not sure we would even have to win the titles to make that happen. One of the two owners would cave in and give it to us if we made a big deal out of it. Anything to keep us happy.”

Considering where he started in the company, the perks he got now were actually pretty amazing. He almost felt bad complaining about it upon deeper reflection.

;;MIKAH “As long as I don’t have to talk to those idiots that make thinking hurt, I don’t even care if they want to fine us for taking a locker room for ourselves. Anything to get away from the idiots.”

She makes a face before sitting back up and looking at him.

;;MIKAH “I guess I gotta go to the hotel’s gym since I don’t want to freeze to death outside. Use their treadmill until my legs feel like jelly; it’s not going to be the fun runs that the Hawaii sand offers either.”

She makes a face at the thought before looking at Kris.

;;MIKAH “Do you want to come or stay here?”

She never made him run or work out with her if he didn’t want to and she often did all of her running before he was even awake. There was one positive thing about being in Hawaii, it had turned her into a morning person. She loved the Hawaiian sunsets and loving running in them. But she also loved running before the island’s temperature got too hot.

::KRIS “Better with you than here all alone.”

She chuckles before winking at him. She leans down and presses her lips against his in a quick kiss before going to change into proper workout attire so they could go to the gym and not feel guilty about ordering room service later. Or whatever it was their hearts chose to do.



FRIDAY, JANUARY 21, 2022
TIME: 7:45 PM

The scene opens open to the spa area that is in the Atlantis Casino and Resort in Reno, Nevada. The Hall of Famer is seen relaxing on one of the beds that the spa had set in front of two hot tubs and she was wearing one of their lush robes with her wrapped in a towel on the top of her head. She had a face mask on her face and was clearly trying to relax before her and Kristopher’s match against Goth and Mercedes Vargas on Sunday.

;;MIKAH “If this is what death feels like, then sign me up.”

She couldn’t keep the smirk off of her face as she moves just a little bit to get comfortable on the relaxation chair that was provided.

;;MIKAH “If I was dead, how would I be here today? I mean, I’m not going to say it didn’t happen, maybe we’re all living in a different dimension. Or if you will, another multiverse.”

She winks at the camera at the Spiderman reference she’d made.

;;MIKAH “Or I suppose, Mercedes was referring to the fact that I lost to Dani Weston back at whatever show that was.”

She waves her hand as if she was waving it off and as if it didn’t matter. And to her? It didn’t matter.

;;MIKAH “What everybody fails to realize, I don’t care about that loss. It didn’t really change who I am and it didn’t matter to me. The win mattered more to the grown adult child than it did to me. She clearly wanted it more, even though she definitely didn’t deserve the win. But I guess, acting like a little brat gets you whatever you want.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders carelessly as she adjusts the robe a little bit so it covers more of her, even though it already covered the most provocative parts of her body.

;;MIKAH “But I’m not facing her on Sunday, I don’t have to worry about the child anymore. Instead, I get to worry about you, Mercedes. Isn’t that ironic?”

A smirk crosses Mikah’s face once more.

;;MIKAH “You want to say that I’m worse than people say that I am but why? Why are you saying that Mercedes? Is it because you can’t beat me? Or the fact that while you have more championship reigns than I do, you can’t hold onto a championship for as long as I can?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera as she stays in her spot, finding it to be comfortable.

;;MIKAH “You know what’s worse than me? Or should I say who’s worse than me, Mercedes? Do you want to take a guess?”

She raises an eyebrow again, as if she was waiting for an answer that she knew that she wasn’t going to get.

;;MIKAH “You. You said that you’d pretend to be nice and that right there? That means that you’re not nice. And that you’re fake, but I believe I’ve always said that you were one fake person. At least people know that I don’t like them and I don’t  pretend to like them, either. They know where they stand with me.”

She never held back on her opinions of people and it was no secret that she only liked a handful of people. Kristopher being in her top three.

;;MIKAH “You see, that’s the problem with you, Mercedes. You pretend that you’re a good person and that you’re nice but everybody knows that you’re a shallow, vapid woman. You can’t be a former Mean Girl and not be a vapid, shallow bitch without having been in that dreadful group.”

She smirks once more.

;;MIKAH “And you weren’t even the Bombshell in that group that could be considered remotely successful. If anything, Delia was the only person in that group that was worth a damn. She carried that group until she couldn’t. And I can’t say that I blame her, I wouldn’t want to put up with you if I didn’t have to. The fakeness that you radiate just rolls off you. It’s no wonder that nobody really wants to be your friend.”

She visibly shudders at the thought of it.

;;MIKAH “Retirement is always questionable when it comes to me. I have a love for the game, and it’s hard to stay away. And you can’t blame Mark Ward and Christian Underwood for capitalizing on that. They know that putting my name on the card will sell seats. And then putting my name next to Kristopher’s? Sells even more seats because him and I together are unbeatable.”

She couldn’t help but bring it up as it was true.

;;MIKAH “And by the way, Simon Jones should return in some form. Maybe not exactly in the ring but you know, so everybody knows he’s alive.”

She shrugs her shoulders, a smile dancing in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “But waiting for that to happen is like waiting for Mercedes being able to beat me. It’s just never going to happen.”

She shrugs her shoulders a little, not really bothered by the fact.

;;MIKAH “And as for you saying that you could retire right now and go down as the most decorated talent ever, sure. Maybe for being the one talent in the company to lose any championship in just a short amount of time after holding it. That’s definitely a talent that you should hang your hat on because I haven’t met a better transitional champion than you. So bravo, Mercedes, you’re the best transitional champion that SCW has ever seen. You should give yourself a gold star and a pat on your back.”

Mikah nods her head with a sardonic look on her face.

;;MIKAH “And there’s no doubt that Mean Girls will go down as one of the greatest stables in SCW history, however like I said previous it’s mostly because of Delia Darling. Most of that group’s success lies on her. You can say that I’m wrong but history doesn’t lie, Merce.”

She shakes her head softly at the thought before smirking once more.

;;MIKAH “Maybe you should slow down just a little bit before you become the resident relic of SCW. You need to open your eyes and realize that just because you’re supposedly well loved, it doesn’t mean that your body can keep up with the physical demand that wrestling requires…”

Mikah herself knew that she wasn’t even considered young for the sport’s age. She knew that she probably only had a few years left of decent competition before she’d honestly have to hang her boots up for good.

;;MIKAH “I won’t try to knock Goth’s accomplishments down, because when he puts his mind to it, he’s clearly had success. But do I think he’s better than my partner? No, absolutely not. You see Merce, I’m glad that you found a tag-team partner that you can rely on because that’s important. But do you honestly think you have a chance against Kristopher and myself?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera once more. The light, soothing background music seems to get just a little louder as she lets the silence linger.

;;MIKAH “I won’t try to brush the differences Kristopher and I had a year or so ago under the rug because that would nonsensical of me. Everybody knew that last year, Kristopher and I weren’t on the same page and sometimes, it didn’t even seem like we were on the same team.”

She hesitates for a moment.

;;MIKAH “I won’t deny that it was mostly my fault for the rift in our team last year. I was definitely difficult to work with a year ago and I made it painfully obvious too. I wanted things my way and I wasn’t good at compromising. But that didn’t seem to stop Kris and I from dominating the division. And we barely got along back then.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she airs out the truth so willingly. There was no secret that she had her own issues last year.

;;MIKAH “But that’s not the case now. Kristopher and I haven’t been more unified or on the same page since 2018. Can you imagine how we’re going to look in the ring on Sunday when we’re on the same page and like one another?”

That confident look that she wears so well appears in her eyes once more.

;;MIKAH “And it’s not just because he’s my significant other, it’s more than that. He’s the only other person I trust enough to be my partner. And trusting somebody? That has always been one of the hardest things for me to do but I trust Kris more than I probably trust myself. I know that he can handle Goth and I know that when he’s standing on that apron and I’m in the ring, he’s going to have my back. And he knows that when he’s in the ring and I’m standing on the apron, that I have his back. It is one of the most important parts of forming a tag team and competing for those belts that you and Goth are holding. And I know that I don’t have to tell you that because you’ve teamed with other Bombshells before but you’ve never faced the team of Kris and I when we’re on the same page and unified as a team. It’s going to be something that you’ve never seen before. And I can’t wait to prove it to you on Sunday.”

A twinkle appears in her eyes as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You’re damn right that I’m going to bring my best on Sunday, Mercedes because there’s nothing else for me to bring but my best. And the fans of SCW? They deserve to see the best from me. They deserve to see some sort of prestige brought back to those Mixed Tag Team Championships and Kristopher and I are going to be the ones to do that. I don’t have to tell everybody how many times I’ve beaten you in that ring; you’ve already admitted that you haven’t beaten me yet. And I’m not about to let Sunday be the first time that you do.”

She smirks again as she squirms slightly to find that comfortable position once more.

;;MIKAH “But I suppose I better thank you, Mercedes. For one thing…”

She hesitates, almost as if that had pained her to say.

;;MIKAH “I want to thank you for not bringing my personal life into the focus of this match. You might be the only person in SCW to not have done that. And I’ll be honest, I expected you to. Because I hadn’t expected Dani Weston to have talked about the fact that I was married to Drake Green. Or the fact that I’m currently dating my tag-team partner, like she had. SO many times in a row; it was painful to listen to because that was the sole focus point. It was refreshing to see that you didn’t bring it up and I … appreciate it.”

She makes a face at the sentiment. It was a new feeling and she was trying to get used to it.

;;MIKAH “Like I said last week, it doesn’t matter who I’m fucking or sharing a bed with. That holds no power on how I compete in that ring. Even though the person I am currently sharing a bed with is my partner, it still doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’re going to have some sort of weird sex thing in the ring and be judged on that.”

Mikah shudders at the thought before looking once more at the camera.

;;MIKAH “There is one thing you said that is most definitely wrong….”

She chuckles before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH “You don’t live rent-free in my head; you never have. Because you’ve never beaten me, so you’re nothing to me. You’re not even a blimp on my radar because you can’t hold a candle to my talent in the ring. And I’ve already proven that to everybody before.”

She was always confident in her own abilities and it didn’t seem like that had gone anywhere, even with her personality adjustment.

;;MIKAH “I could sit here and talk more about how I’ve beaten you more times than I can count. Or I could talk about how Kristopher and I are unbeaten as a team and pretty much untouchable. Or I could talk about how you’re a walking SCW history book. Or I could talk about how Goth might be good, but Kris is just that much better than him. I could say all these things over and over again but it’s not going to matter until we step into that ring on Sunday and you realize who you’re losing to once more. It’s not a matter of if, Mercedes. It’s a matter of when and that’s going to happen in two days. And you can place a bet on that at the sports book; I’m sure the Casino would love to shell out money on the team of Kristopher and I.”

She winks at the camera, that confident look present in her eyes once more.

;;MIKAH “And as for your new year’s resolution? There’s a little problem…”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “That resolution isn’t going to happen because the Black Sheep are no more. Instead, you and Goth are going to lose those belts to…”

She stands up and removes the robe to reveal the same crop top she’d worn the week before and a pair of black jeans. The orange crop top said Reckless Elite on it.

;;MIKAH “The Reckless Elite.”

SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
TIME: 5:30 A.M.

Mikah sits outside on her deck like area that overlooks the ocean. She had never been a morning person before she moved to Hawaii but there was something about the Hawaiian sunrises that she just enjoyed watching. And the calmness that she felt just watching the ocean waves crash against the shore before the toddler she was raising woke up. She could sip on her coffee without feeling rushed through her morning routine. She had never felt so calm before making the move to Hawaii official. She wasn’t sure what it was about the mainland that gave her so much anxiety and stirred so much up inside of her where she was never at ease with herself.

For her, it was hard to describe the way she felt when she was on the mainland and close to people she felt didn’t like her or people that she didn’t care for much. She always felt she had something to prove to them, to show them that she’s better than they are in the ring. A part of her knew that it was her brain making her overthink things. She felt as if she couldn’t ever just relax when she was in California or even New York City; she always felt as if she had to be doing something to prove everybody else.

She couldn’t rationalize it in her brain that things she saw on social media weren’t always true or that she didn’t need to prove herself to anybody. She’d already made her mark in SCW and didn’t have to do anything that she didn’t want to do in the company any longer. She couldn’t escape that feeling that she was drowning even though she’d been successful in her life and she hadn’t been doing well under the watchful eye of everybody on the mainland. She hadn’t liked the way that her relationship or lack thereof with Kris the previous year had gone but she couldn’t have fixed it a year ago even if she had wanted to. She hadn’t been able to control her own emotions and she hadn’t dealt with the way her marriage to Drake Green had ended. She shoved those feelings aside and had acted like it hadn’t affected her in the slightest. But in reality, it had.

It took her over a year to deal with the fallout from her marriage with Drake. She had never dealt with the aftermath until she could remove herself from mostly everything. When she disappeared from the spots where SCW frequented and got back to the busyness of the Big Apple, she was able to work on herself and getting herself a little help from her therapist to do so. She rarely saw him anymore and she knew that she’d more than likely have to find one on the island to ensure that she can work through any residual trauma that came from the divorce. She had tried to move on right after they agreed to a divorce and it didn’t work with Kris at that time like she had wanted. The timing hadn’t been right; both of them working through their own issues and not doing a very good job at it. And then she kept seeing her daughter’s father’s ghost or what she believed to be his ghost, and she couldn’t handle it. Or cope with it either.

;;MIKAH “Hawaii is so beautiful, Mase. I wish I’d have fallen in love with it years ago.”

She wasn’t seeing his ghost anymore but randomly, she would talk to him as if he was there. It wasn’t that odd for her to appreciate the island’s beauty out loud to him. The way that the island calmed her and made her more at peace with everything, seemed to make her think more logically than before. She never thought that her and Kris were ever going to be on the same page and that the times they had shared in 2018 was just a one-off thing. But then he replied to one of her tweets and she had ended up inviting him to Hawaii. She’d like to say that it had been without much thinking, but she had deleted the invite several times before she sent it. She hadn’t known that things would have gone in their favor when she pressed send on the tweet. She hadn’t planned on anything happening between them but instead, had just wanted to re-connect as friends. But now Kris is sound asleep in her bed, and they had been enjoying their little Hawaiian bubble. A small part of her was worried when they had to leave their bubble and go back under the magnifying glass of other people.

It was strange the way that people judged her for the choices she’s made in her life, but those same people have made just as questionable decisions in their own lives but don’t like when their choices are brought to light. A year ago, she felt that she couldn’t do anything right in her personal life without it being put under scrutiny and she just didn’t want to go through that again. She knew that it was a part of her life and understood it, but she didn’t understand why her personal life mattered in the ring. It wasn’t like her significant other had anything to do with her talent in the ring. Nor should it matter who she’s fucking at the moment; it’s her life and she shouldn’t feel bad about the choices she’s made. And half of the choices she made a year ago, she was making without dealing with the aftermath of her divorce.

She was taking the time now, to try not to let what other people think about her choices in life get to her. She knows that once that Kris or herself goes back to the mainland and does anything with anybody that their relationship would be scrutinized. She wasn’t blind and she wasn’t naïve. She understood that their relationship or lack-thereof one a year ago may put their current relationship under even more scrutiny. She had distanced herself from him a year ago, not wanting to get attached to anybody again. She had wanted the chemistry they’d had together in 2018 but it hadn’t been like that. They both had their own issues to work through. And she understood now that doing it together wasn’t going to work.

She sighs as takes the last drink from her coffee cup before glancing at the ocean as the sun continues to rise before she gets up and walks back into her bedroom from the deck area. She smiles when she walks inside to see Kris still sound asleep in her bed. It was a sight that made her smile and it was one she wasn’t sure that she’d probably ever see again but the third chance they had, seemed to be going better than either of them could have ever imagined. Mikah didn’t feel as if she had to antagonize him to get his attention. And she didn’t feel that need to manipulate him to get him to do what she wanted; she felt that there were no more of those insecure feelings inside of her that made her act that way toward him. It was more of a self-reflection on her, the way she had acted toward him a year ago. She hadn’t felt that she was good enough for him, so she’d done little things to try to get over that feeling. She also had to take a step back and remember that she had a toddler and a teenager to think about and she wanted to make sure that she didn’t just ignore them for her own needs and wants. A year ago, she’d tried that and assured herself that they’d be fine. And while they were, Kris had probably paid them more attention than she had as she spiraled out of control.

Control was something she’d had to get back, slowly. She had to learn how to sleep better and to just relax. Her therapist in New York City had explained to her what the lack of sleep could do to her brain and the effect that it could have on her. He had worked with her to find her a healthy relationship with sleep and ever since then, she’d managed to get better sleep. She knew that sleep was an important factor to being healthy but she’d never had a good relationship with it. It was one of those things that she hadn’t given any control on her life; she had figured that she hadn’t needed sleep as much as she actually did. It was one of those relationships she’d had to work with to make healthy. She was still working on getting a healthier relationship with food. She wasn’t entirely sure that that relationship would ever be healthy and she didn’t have high hopes for it, either.

She looks at Kris as he seems comfortable in her bed and seemed to be sleeping well. A part of her wanted to wake him up so they could talk or just be awake together but she knew that he also needed his sleep, just like she did. So instead, she walks into her walk-in closet and changes into a pair of skin tight Nike leggings that were made for running and a simple orange sports bra. It was the one habit she’d never be able let go of but would have to manage to work toward a healthier relationship with the cardio activity.

She only ran a few miles before returning back to the house about forty-five minutes later, slightly sweaty from the activity she’d done. She was grateful that it wasn’t quite 7 A.M. and that her children were still asleep so that she could shower before the day began. She walks into her bedroom and tries to be quiet but the door shuts rather loudly behind her. She makes a face, closing her eyes at the noise before looking over to see Kris stir a little bit. She watches him and smiles before walking over to the bed and sits on the mattress next to him as he opens his eyes.

;;MIKAH “Good morning….sorry to be so noisy…”

She smiles at him but also gives him an apologetic look at the same time. He smiles back at her before stretching a little bit.

::KRIS “Morning…no need to be sorry.”

She smiles at him before leaning down and kissing him softly. She stands back up and fixes her leggings a little bit before looking at him. She scrunches her nose a little bit at him before glancing toward her bathroom.

;;MIKAH “Go back to sleep, I’m going to shower then go get breakfast ready for the children. Or something.”

He just watches her and smiles just a little bit. They seemed a lot more at ease with one another than they had been just even eight months or so ago. There was something different about the two of them and for the moment, them together seemed to work.

::KRIS “I’m already awake, I might as well get up…and maybe keep you company in the shower. Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at him before shaking her head at him but she wasn’t going to complain about it. She smiles at him before wrinkling her nose at him a little bit. And while their intimate times were important, this time it felt that it was more than just the times they spent naked together. It felt as if there was more substance between them and they both seemed to want it more than they had a year or so ago. They weren’t just focused on trying to get one another’s clothes off and were trying to work on making their relationship more whole.

;;MIKAH “Are you sure that you can handle the heat?”

It was no secret that Mikah enjoyed super hot showers but most females did. But whenever they showered together, she did make sure that it was at a temperature that they both could enjoy. She understood that not everybody enjoyed getting their skin tinged pink from the heat of the water. She watches him as he gets up and out of her bed before stretching as she walks toward the bathroom.

;;MIKAH “Or do I have to turn it down for you?”

Kris raises an eyebrow at her as he follows Mikah into the bathroom. He watches as she starts the walk in shower before she looks at him.

::KRIS “You never have to turn anything down for me. In fact, turn it up.”

She raises an eyebrow at him before laughing a little bit as she start to pull her sweaty running clothes off of her body. The leggings were a little harder to get off than she would have liked to admit at first. She tosses them to the side of the bathroom, making a mental note to pick them up later as she didn’t want to move away from the task at hand to do so.

;;MIKAH “Prove it.”


NOVEMBER 2, 2021
TIME: 2:30 P.M.

Mikah had been in New York City since Sunday, choosing to have taken Myles trick or treating in the Big Apple and because she had wanted to be more adjusted to the time there than on the west coast. Originally, she had no plans to go to the gym where she had trained fourteen years ago but when her old trainer and friend, Ally called her and told her she was in town, she couldn’t turn down the opportunity. She knew that Ally didn’t compete anymore, but she also knew that she helped out at the gym, training new wrestlers and that Ally was in amazing shape for being a mother of two.

She often found herself jealous of Ally and her life. Ally had what most people wanted out of their lives; she had the perfect husband, two kids, and the happily ever after that most people dreamed about. And while Mikah doesn’t regret the choices she’s made in her life, she does question a few things that has happened and wondered if they could have played out differently to get a different outcome. But then she must remind herself that if she hadn’t made the choices she did, she wouldn’t be where she was today and she wouldn’t have been named the number one Bombshell in SCW history by Tommy Knocks. Nor would she be in the relationship with Kris that she was today and no matter what people said about them as a couple, it didn’t matter because she knew what they had was real. And she didn’t have to worry about whether he wanted to be there with her, because they’d already had that discussion.

Mikah sighs as she collapses to the mat of the ring that her and Ally were training in and breathes heavily as she tries to catch her breath. They’d been at this for the past two hours and Mikah was just starting to get winded from the work they’d been doing. She hadn’t realized that singles competition was going to be a lot different from what she was doing six to eight months ago and that she’d have to rely on her own stamina to get her through her match with Dani Weston.

;;MIKAH “Am I crazy?”

She turns her head to the side to look at Ally, who was just leaning against the roes with a smirk on her face. Mikah had once been such a natural in the ring and while it still came easy to her, the training was a lot more intense than she remembered. Maybe it was because she wasn’t used to the way Ally did things in the ring. She had grown accustomed to the way that Kris and his friends had trained in the JCSL in California but Ally was a lot similar to her in the way she worked in the ring and that was proving to be more difficult than Mikah remembered.

::ALLY “Why would you think that you’re crazy?”

Ally was always a logical person and always was quick to get straight to the point. She didn’t beat around the bush and didn’t do none of that wishy-washy bullshit that Mikah had seen from a lot of other people.

;;MIKAH “For taking this match against Dani Weston. It’s not like I have anything left to prove to the SCW universe. Or even to the fans.”

Ally doesn’t even try to play the cards that Mikah was dealing her. She knew exactly what Mikah was searching for and she wasn’t about to validate Mikah’s feelings.

::ALLY “Did you only take this match to prove something to somebody?”

Mikah frowns as she sits up and looks at Ally. She wasn’t sure why she agreed to the match with Dani. But she wasn’t sure how she wanted to answer Ally, either.

;;MIKAH “I don’t think so. I honestly just took the match because I wanted to. And if I’m going to continue to be honest, I think I enjoy the schedule of picking and choosing my matches and the flexibility that I’ve had this go round. I mean traveling from Hawaii to anywhere in the United States would be hard to do if I came back full time but the flexibility of this schedule? It’s perfect. I can pick and choose.”

Ally watches Mikah, a smile appearing on her face. Mikah rolls her eyes at Ally as she stands up and adjust her spandex shorts.

::ALLY “Are you sure you’re the same Mikah that I trained fourteen years ago? Because this does not sound like you.”

Mikah rolls her eyes again at Ally.

;;MIKAH “Yeah, yeah. I know, I’ve changed. But I just didn’t like who I was a year ago. Did it get the job done? Yes, but I wasn’t happy. And it took me such a long time to decide that I would much rather be happy than worry about what others are thinking about me. It’s something I’ve learned since April. I mean look at you and Liam, you two are so happy and you have that life that I want at some point in my life. I was never going to get it being the person I was six or so months ago.”

Mikah tries to brush her feelings off, it was something that she sometimes still did but Ally wasn’t about to let her push them aside.

::ALLY “Hey, that’s a good thing. It’s a good thing that you recognized that you didn’t like the person that you were and you put in the work to change that. And hey, Liam and I are nowhere near perfect, so don’t go putting us on a pedestal. Because that’s unrealistic. Liam and I have our own issues and Axl and Lilly? They’re not perfect kids either, so don’t go comparing your children to ours either.”

Mikah sighs as she looks at Ally. She knew that Ally knew her too well and often knew how her brain works.

;;MIKAH “Okay, so maybe you’re not perfect but you still have a great life that’s not been a disaster. I mean I have three divorces under my belt. Granted, one of the marriages wasn’t even a marriage. Just a drunken thing and couldn’t pin down Alexander to get the divorce finalized. And the marriage to Gavin quickly crumbled because he couldn’t handle taking a backseat to me. However, as shitty as he was as a husband, I can’t pretend that I was the perfect wife in that marriage either, because I wasn’t. And let’s not mention the alcoholism that Drake had and still has to this day. And has the audacity to throw shade at me for cheating on him with Kris when he never kept his dick in his pants. But does anybody bring that up?”

She shakes her head.

;;MIKAH “No because apparently, it’s okay for Drake to cheat on me but it’s not okay for me to do the same to him. The hypocrisy and double standards that the world has are fucked up. It’s not fair that I get judged for sleeping with different men but a man gets congratulated for sleeping with multiple women. It’s even effected Kris now and his opponent decided to bring my name up to use against him. How is that fair?”

Mikah knew all too well that life wasn’t fair and the world wasn’t a fair place to live. But it didn’t mean that she had to like it or even accept it.

::ALLY “Does it really bother you that much?”

Mikah gives Ally a look as she gets out of the ring and walks over to the punching bag. Ally follows her, watching the frustration settle on Mikah’s face. So like a good friend, she holds the punching bag in place as Mikah begins to hit it.

;;MIKAH “Yes and no. It doesn’t bother me like I’m sure that people expect it to. But it bothers me that it’s 20-fucking-21 and we’re still slut shaming women for doing the same exact fucking thing that men are praised for doing. It’s like women aren’t allowed to have sex with anybody but their future husband. And my sexual history should not be brought up against my boyfriend because that’s not his history, it’s mine. And Kris knows full well all about my history and it’s not like he didn’t and doesn’t know who he’s dating. But people don’t want to think about that because they’re too busy worrying about what I did months ago. And I swear to God if Dani brings up my dating history or current dating life, I may actually punch her in the face this weekend without holding back.”

With that last sentence being said, Mikah is quick to hit the punching bag with a little more force than she had intended. She shakes her hand a little before looking at Ally. Ally raises an eyebrow as she sees the frustration still in Mikah’s golden eyes.

::ALLY “And is that a healthy way to deal with something like that, Mikah?”

Mikah gives Ally an irritated look as she kicks the bag next, instead of hitting it. Ally just watches, trying her best to be as supportive as she can manage. Mikah takes a deep breath before doing a few more hits on the bag, trying to get all of her frustrations out on the bag so she didn’t go back to her self-destructive ways that she used to do.

;;MIKAH “No, it’s probably not a healthy way to deal with anything. Because I’m sure that I’d be fined if it was found out that it wasn’t an accident.”

It was a first time in a while that Mikah actually admitted that she would have a consequence to an action she chose. She was getting better at accepting the fact that there were some things that she had to take ownership up and her actions were one of them. It had always been a tough pill to swallow but again, she was learning to be better. And to do better.

::ALLY “But at least you’re recognizing that your actions have consequences, Mikah. A year ago, you’d have brushed it off and not think about it, you’d just do it.”

Mikah stops for a moment and looks at Ally and shrugs her shoulders. She takes a breath again before kicking with her other food, letting her weight shift.

;;MIKAH “Yeah, well we can’t all stay the same, right? I have to change eventually if I want to be better. And if I want to be the best.”

A small smirk appears on Mikah’s face as she looks at Ally. She always wanted to be the best there was and she would always believe that she was. She’d even achieved the grand slam status that so many of the other SCW stars think is such an accomplishment. However, to her it had never been such a thing to want to achieve and it never really bothered her that she wasn’t one. And now that she could say that she was, it wasn’t something that she bragged about.

::ALLY “And you’re hoping that Dani doesn’t bring up your personal life in her promo?”

Mikah nods her head as she walks over to where she’d stashed her reusable water bottle and she grabs it and takes a few drinks. Mikah sets it back down before looking around the gym.

;;MIKAH “Of course I’m hoping that she doesn’t bring up my personal life in her promo. My personal life has absolutely nothing to do with what I do in the ring. Am I dating Kris Ryans? Yes, absolutely. But does that matter when I step into the ring? Absolutely not. Do I have children? Yes, I do. But what does mentioning my parenting skills have to do with what I can do in the ring? I proved that last year that I can still compete just as well as I did before I had Myles. Being a mother is not something that is going to slow me down in the ring.”

She grabs her water bottle again and takes another drink as she looks at Ally again. She knew that Ally would understand where she was coming from. Ally had to deal with the scrutiny of being a mother of two and being in the ring before as well.

::ALLY “You’re not wrong. But you’re going to have to deal with it if she brings it up. It’s bound to happen.”

Mikah makes a face and shakes her head a little bit. She pulls a little at her top before smiling.

;;MIKAH “Well, yeah. But I think I’m going to call it and go shower. Drinks later tonight? Maybe a double date with you and Liam and me and Kris?”

Ally nods her head.

::ALLY “Definitely.”

Mikah nods her head before heading to the locker room to take a shower and to leave the gym. She’d ask Kris later if he was up for a double date of sorts but she needed to get the sweaty feeling off of her body.


FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 5 2021
TIME: 4:45 PM

The scene opens up to the F.R.I.E.N.D.S exhibit in New York City where there was a replica place setting of the central perk. Sitting in the middle of the infamous couch from the show, is the blonde Bombshell and a SCW Hall of Famer, Mikah. She’s dressed in a simple black dress with turquoise glitter stiletto pumps on her feet. She has a cup of coffee in her hands as she smiles at the camera she has set up.

;;MIKAH “We’re getting closer to judgement day, Dani. Excited yet?”

She takes a sip from her cup before setting the cup down on the coffee table in front of the couch she was sitting on. She’d paid a pretty penny to get access to this set for as long as she needed to. She wanted an iconic background for her promo and she knew how well known the show FRIENDS was.

;;MIKAH “I’m not sure that you’re entirely prepared for Sunday. I know what you’re expecting to do on Sunday; it’s an admirable thing for you to want to do. But can you actually do it?”

She pauses for a moment.

;;MIKAH “Because I’m not sure you fully understand what you’re going to be walking into on Sunday. Do you realize that you’re walking into Madison Square Garden? You’re walking into my stomping grounds. This is my city, no matter where my current residence is.”

Her golden brown eyes look serious as she looks at the camera. She smiles before shaking her head a little bit.

;;MIKAH “This is the city where I had my first child. I worked at a bar, where I fell in love with this sport and a woman, who doesn’t even realize what she has done for me and my life, offered to train me. I trained in this city to become the wrestler that I am today. The people in this city respect me and know the hard work that I’ve poured into my career to get the status I have today. I wasn’t just handed it because I came from a very successful gym, who is known for putting out incredible athletes and stars. Everything I know today is thanks to this city. This is my home and there’s no way that you’re going to think that you’re walking into the arena on Sunday and facing Mikah, who hasn’t competed since April and probably has ring rust. Oh no, you’re facing the Mikah that you deserved to face three years ago in September of 2018. But did you get the opponent you thought you did then?”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Absolutely not. You deserved to face me at my very best. But I didn’t give you that on that night. And you deserved better. I’ll be the first to admit that I let my guard down and didn’t think that you had a chance in hell in beating me that night but it happened. I can’t say that it didn’t because everybody knows that it did. Should I have challenged you for a rematch?”

She’s quiet for a moment as she silently weighs the options in her mind.

;;MIKAH “Maybe I should have. But I can’t say that you would have gotten what you wanted from me even if I stayed to challenge you for a rematch. You haven’t experienced it yet because you’re so young. And that’s not me saying that you’re too young to understand, I’m just saying you haven’t felt that…”

She hesitates as she tries to think of the proper word that she wanted to use to describe how she felt three years ago.

;;MIKAH “Tiredness. That exhaustion. And I’m not talking physically. Because I was in great shape and I’m in even better shape now, even after having a child.”

She smirks a little at the camera, the remnants of who she used to be still there.

;;MIKAH “I’m talking about being mentally exhausted. You were the champion for a while, so maybe you understand. But the way that people talk about you and how you’re always in the center of everything. It’s just…it was exhausting. The way people scrutinized the things I chose to do. And it hadn’t mattered if it was in my personal life or if I was in front of the camera or in the six sided ring. I was just tired of being watched and judged about the things I chose to do. So, I took a long and well deserved break. Does anybody else think that it was well deserved?”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “Probably not. But I don’t care anymore. I’m not going to defend the choices that I’ve made in my career. And I abso-fucking-lutely will not defend the choices I’ve chosen to make in my personal life.”

She could feel the slight frustration burning inside her.

;;MIKAH “My personal life does not belong in that ring. And I hope that you don’t go there and bring up my personal life into this because I’m not bringing yours into it. Because there’s no room for it in that ring on Sunday. But if you choose to make it personal, I will make sure that you feel just how frustrated I am. And that’s not a warning, it’s a promise.”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it go before looking at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You said something on the 314th edition of Climax Control that’s kind of sat with me since you said it. You wanted to know if I wanted redemption from the match we had in September of 2018 where you won the Bombshell Championship from me.”

She is quiet again as she thinks about it.

;;MIKAH “No, I don’t want redemption from that match, Dani. If I had wanted redemption from that loss, I would have taken it back in 2018, not now in 2021. That loss means nothing to me and it meant nothing to me back then, either. That’s the thing with this sport; you win some, and you lose some. That doesn’t change the fact that I am the best that’s ever stepped foot in that ring. And if I wasn’t? You wouldn’t have picked me to face on Sunday.”

She takes a deep breath before looking straight into the camera lens once more.

;;MIKAH “You want to believe that you have what it takes to step into the ring with me. Do you remember our first match together? You had that overly annoying bubbly personality and I just hated it. But I was even more upset that you were just handed that shot at my Bombshell Championship. I was tired of people from the GO gym just being handed things. But I hope that you’re not just expecting to be handed a win on Sunday.”

She smirks at the camera, a glimmer of her arrogance showing through.

;;MIKAH “Because you said it yourself, you wanted the best. That’s why you challenged me to a match on Sunday. You wanted to step into the ring with somebody who was going to challenge you to be the very fucking best. Did you think that you were going to get that with somebody like Jessie Salco? Absolutely not. And I am honored that you also think that I’m the best Bombshell that SCW has ever seen. It’s flattering, really. I’m honestly surprised that you wouldn’t classify somebody like Evie Jordan or even Melody Grace as being the best. They’re definitely liked more than I am.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “But being liked isn’t what gets you to the level of being the very fucking best. Being liked isn’t what makes somebody the very best in that ring. It obviously doesn’t get you the respect of Tommy Knocks either. You know what gets you the title of being the very fucking best? Being me. Being Mikah. Being the person who set records the first year she had signed with Sin City Wrestling.”

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

;;MIKAH “And that person is me. Sure, Alicia Lukas beat that record that I set but she hasn’t been as impressive since. I was the person that made headlines and became the measuring stick for what a Bombshell should aspire to be.”

She chuckles before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH “You were SCW’s sweetheart. Everybody loved you. You had absolutely everything going for you but yet, you choose to act like a spoiled, emotional little bitch. Why? Because you think the fans turned on you?”

Another smirk crosses her face as she looks at the camera, a look playing in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Newsflash, the fans don’t matter when it comes to being the best. They don’t set records. Unless, it’s merchandise records. You haven’t made a name for yourself yet. Sure, you beat me back in 2018 but guess what? So did the resident nutjob. I’m not going to claim that I was the hardest person to beat that year because I wasn’t. And that’s not something that you should hang your hat on. Now if you had beaten me in 2015 or even the first two months of 2016, then maybe you’d have a leg to stand on. There’s a reason that Tommy Knocks called me the best Bombshell that has ever been a part of Sin City Wrestling. And it’s not just because of my looks.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “And to get that title from him, is quite an honor because I’m not one of SCW’s sweethearts. Never have been, and never will be.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “And I’m not complaining about it because I’ve never been the one who’s well liked. And that means by the fans and those backstage. But if you ask any of the Bombshells backstage that I’ve faced if I’m as good in the ring as I claim to be, they’ll tell you that I am. I’ve been doing this for fourteen long years of my life and you can bet that I’m even better than I was when I first joined SCW. When I first joined SCW, I wasn’t looked as somebody that was going to make it far. And part of that reason is because I joined with a horrible group of people. But even after that group was disbanded, I was still overlooked. When I won my Bombshell Championship from Raynin, everybody considered it a fluke. But as history shows, it wasn’t and it’s what cemented me as the best. And it’s part of the reason you’ve called me out and why you have been begging me for this match on Sunday. You want to be the one to be able to say that you’ve beaten Mikah in her first singles match since 2018. You want to be the one to do that. But have you looked at the company’s history? Or mine, even…”

The confident look that Mikah wears so well slips easily back in her eyes as she stares at the camera..

;;MIKAH “High Stakes is my show.”

A smirk again appears on her face as she leans back on the couch as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood might be the bosses of this company and everything in it. But High Stakes is my mother fucking show. Do you believe me?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera as she looks at it.

;;MIKAH “Because if you don’t, then that’s very foolish of you, Dani. If you’ve done your research you will find out that I’ve never been beaten at High Stakes. It is the one Super show that I do not have a tally in the loss column. Is it bold of me to say that this is my fucking show? Sure. But I’ve got the history to prove that it is. Am I the only person who’s undefeated at this show? Probably not but I’m not Mercedes Vargas and I rarely keep track of other people’s records.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “Although I did do my research on you and your record  at High Stakes. It would be bold of me to assume that I’m the only one with no losses at this show. It appears that the one match that you’ve had at a High Stakes show, you’ve won too. Does that make you undefeated? Yes, technically. But you’ve only had one match at the show so it’s easy not to have a tally in the loss column. And I’m very much looking forward to continuing my streak at High Stakes on Sunday.”

Mikah stretches her arms out along the back of the couch and crosses her legs the opposite way of which they were crossed before.

;;MIKAH “I’m not looking at this match like it’s a cakewalk or a walk in the park. Because I know better. I’ve faced you twice before, Dani. And I can only imagine in the past three years that you’ve improved immensely in the ring. So I’m not expecting to face the same Dani Weston that I faced three years ago. I’m not naïve and I’m not stupid, I know people change and I know that you’ve had the time to work on your craft and improve your skills when it comes to that six-sided ring. And I’m betting you have the best trainers out there. I’m not going to sit here and say that you’re not impressive in the ring or that you can’t beat me, because obviously you are impressive. And you have beaten me. But you’re not aware of everything you’re getting yourself into.”

A glint of something passes through her eyes as she continues to look at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You’re going to bring the best of you and just like you expect, I’m going to bring the best of me to that ring come Sunday. While I’m going into this match, not just expecting a win to be given to me but to fight for it. And to push you to be your very best. Because if you’re not at you’re very best? You’re going to lose. Because I will be at my very best. There is absolutely no doubt about that.”

She takes a deep breath before placing both feet on the floor and leaning forward just slightly.

;;MIKAH “Everybody is going to be tuning into our match, Danielle. Everybody is going to be watching to see if you can beat everything that comes with facing me.”
 
She smiles a little bit.

;;MIKAH “A win for you would be huge. This match could set the pace for your future career. But can imagine what a loss will do?”

She smirks again with a twinkle in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “It could set you back. A loss for me? It won’t do anything to me or my career as I’ve already been inducted into the Hall of Fame and I will still be the best Bombshell SCW has ever had. I don’t need to beat you to prove that; my SCW career has already shown that.”

A smirk here, a smirk there. It was her trademark, after all.

;;MIKAH “Nothing left to say but see you on Sunday.”
 
She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

Ghosts of me.
Date: 3/22/2021
OFF CAMERA

Examining her past was never something that Mikah really enjoyed doing but sometimes, it was inevitable. As she sat in her suite at the Cosmopolitan after locking herself away for a week with an unnamed person, she was feeling extra pensive at the moment. She never really examined her reasons for the toxic relationships she had been in in her past and she wasn’t entirely sure why she was thinking about it now.

She never really understood why her brain worked the way it did but somehow, it just brought up things that she wished would have stayed in the past. Things that she didn’t even really care to think about but somehow, it just did.

;;MIKAH “I don’t want to see you.”

She looks at the figment of her imagination but in front of her stood Alexander Fabb, her first husband and her first ex husband. She wasn’t entirely sure that the man was actually still alive or not as she hadn’t checked on him in ages. She wasn’t entirely sure that her marriage to him could even be considered a marriage. She used him to get high years ago and she was sure he used her for sex. It worked even when it didn’t work. She knew that he was often in and out of rehab back then and she had grown up and gotten out of that party life to become who she was today.

AF: “I’m not the one that brought me up, toots. This is all you.”

She frowns at him, not sure what he meant by that but she just looks at him again, studying his face. He didn’t look any older or any different than the last time that she saw him.

;;MIKAH “Why would I bring you up, Alexander? That makes no sense, you…mean and meant nothing to me.”

She looks at him and he just smiles at her before shrugging his shoulders at her.

AF: “If I meant nothing to you, I wouldn’t be here right now, sweetheart. So, did you miss me?”

She shakes her head no at him.

;;MIKAH “Absolutely not.”

And she didn’t, which was what made her so confused as to why he was actually here in person. He was a part of her history she liked to pretend didn’t exist at all.

AF: “That’s a shame. I missed you.”

She rolls her eyes at him.

;;MIKAH “Right. Again, why are you here? You were a part of my life that doesn’t exist anymore. I never think about you or that you used to be the one that I went to for a fun time and nothing else.”

He raises an eyebrow at her.

AF: “So, I was a fun time? That’s great news, Miks.”

She resisted the urge to smack him as he smirked at her. She could remember just how annoying he’d been years ago. And her memory seemed to bring that up full force.

;;MIKAH “Drugs could make anything fun, Alexander. I’m betting they’d even make me like Mark Cross, given the right one that is.”

She looks at him, eyeing him over before she crosses her arms over her chest. She didn’t understand the whole situation going on but somehow, she wasn’t too worried about it.

AF: “Sounds like he’s a great guy to be around. But enough about that, why do you think that I’m here? This could be a long day if you don’t really talk about it.”

She looks at him and sighs before running her fingertips through her long blonde locks. She looks at him, studying his face as he looks at her with his eyes full of wonder.

;;MIKAH “I really don’t know, okay? I don’t even know why I’m imagining this things.”

She throws her hands up in the air and lets out an exasperated noise before looking at him again. It didn’t really take her too long to realize that she always created a pattern when it came to her personal life.

;;MIKAH “You’re the one that started my pattern….of dating or whatever you want to call it. You weren’t my first, clearly. But you were my first husband, legally. It wasn’t even a marriage that either one of us cared about. Not really, just an opener to what would be my life. Just like my match is going to be on Sunday.”

She looks at him.

;;MIKAH “I don’t hate you, you know. Not really. You just brought out that side of me back then but I don’t think that I could ever really hate you. You never did anything that would generate that type of feeling from me.”

She watches as he grins at her before he vanishes before her eyes and is soon replaced with Troy Hart. She blinks as she looks at him before feeling a pang in her chest. He could have been the one for her and probably should have been the one for her but she couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t handle the way he was nice to her all the time.

;;MIKAH “Troy…”

She looks at him, a sort of sadness in her eyes as she studies his face. She didn’t feel anything but guilt and sadness toward him.

TH: “Mikah…”

She knew that he wasn’t actually there and she knew that he was probably married with kids of his own by now and had that adoring family that they had at once talked about.

;;MIKAH “I..don’t know what to say to you.”

She didn’t either. She never knew how to handle him even though there wasn’t much that she could say to him that would matter anyways; he wasn’t real.

TH: “Say anything you feel that you need to say…”

He was always kind to her and it proved that he would be that way to her inside of her mind. She smiles at him, tenderly as tears are brought to her eyes.

;;MIKAH “I’m sorry, Troy. I’m so sorry…”

He reaches out and wipes a tear away from her face and she looks at him with a tender look in her eyes. He just smiles at her.

TH: “For what? You didn’t really do anything wrong..”

She smiles at him for a moment, thinking back about how their relationship had been. They’d tried twice but it never could last after everything.

;;MIKAH “Everything. Everything that we went through because of me. Because of my eating disorder that I couldn’t control or handle…”

She looks down at her knees before uttering the next words.

;;MIKAH “The miscarriage…”

It wasn’t something she liked to talk about or even think about but she knew that it had happened. And she really couldn’t blame anybody but herself. And she had for several years.

TH: “You know that that wasn’t your fault, right?”

He was always so tender and sweet with her.

;;MIKAH “But it was, Troy. I was still wrestling and still starving myself and throwing up what I did it to maintain a figure that was way too skinny anyways. You can’t say that it didn’t have some sort of damaging effect on the baby, Troy. And I’m so sorry that I couldn’t just…let you love me. I had walls built upon walls and I just…I couldn’t let you in the way that you had let me in…”

There were many regrets that she had when it came to her previous relationship with Troy. But the miscarriage was the one that always sat heavily on her mind.

TH: “I don’t think it effected the baby at all. And I don’t blame you for it, and you have to stop blaming yourself. You have two beautiful children right now and that’s great.”

Leighton had loved Troy as well and Mikah ripped her out of his life without any thought about the way it would have effected her. She watches as he starts to fade as she feels that pain starting to slip away. She smiles at him before blinking when The Jerk is sitting in front of her.

;;MIKAH “I definitely have no words for you.”

But yet, he still didn’t disappear from her sight.

The Jerk: “That’s funny. You always did when we were married; always starting stupid fights because SCW was always more important.”

She rolls her eyes at him.

;;MIKAH “I mean, it was. And you only resented me because of my success in SCW when you couldn’t get anything going for you.”

She knew that this interaction wasn’t going to be pretty at all.

The Jerk: “Right. Because we always have to fight about that. Your success over my failure.”

;;MIKAH “It’s the one thing that was always standing in our way, was it not? You couldn’t stand that I was one of the top champions in the company and you were nothing more than a jobber. It ate at you and bothered you so much that you had to make our marriage miserable because of it. It’s no surprise that I hated coming home when we were married and much rather would stay on the road.”

He laughs and she just rolls her eyes at him.

The Jerk: “You will never take responsibility for why our marriage ended, will you?”

She rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Sure, blame me. I don’t even really care anymore. Can you just go away? I don’t even like you.”

She stares at him and relaxes once he finally disappears from her view. She relaxes before seeing Drake Green sitting there in front of her. She smiles at him and reaches out and touches his face, gingerly.

;;MIKAH “I don’t mind seeing you…”

She admits softly to him. They barely saw each other now and only when they had to when they were talking about Myles and all that

DG: “That’s good, seeing as we share a child.”

She smiles at him before looking him over.

;;MIKAH “You know, you’re the one relationship I fully expected to last until the end. I’m sad that it didn’t.”

She watches him before she looks down at her feet. She had always hoped that she would have stayed married to Drake longer than she had.

DG: “Me too, honestly.”

She smiles at him.

;;MIKAH “At least we got Myles out of it. He’s such a great kid, Drake. I wish…that he could have two parents together because he deserves it. He’s almost two years old and he’s so smart. I think he’s going to be like you….”

She smiles at him and he smiles back at her.

DG: “Nah. I think he’ll be more like you.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I guess we’ll see, won’t we. I miss you, sometimes. Most of the time….”

She wasn’t even sure if he thought of her anymore or at least in that way. And she knew that their divorce was the right thing because she didn’t want to create a toxic life for Myles and wanted him to be better than the two of them and he couldn’t do that with their history.

DG: “I miss you too.”

She smiles at him before watching as he vanishes from in front of her just like the others and is replaced with Kristopher Ryans. She just stares at him, looking him over as he sits there with an expectant look on his face. She didn’t even really have anything to say to him; their “relationship” wasn’t real and was only an affair. She didn’t think that it was going to be something that was going to last but even when they had been sneaking around, she felt that it was more real than any relationship she’d been in. Healthier than any of the previous relationships she’d been apart of.

;;MIKAH “I’m not doing this. I’m not talking to you.”

She stands up and turns to walk away from him, not caring that she’d spent the time talking to the others. But she didn’t want to talk to him about anything anymore. She wasn’t sure where that came from or why that emotion was brought out in her when she thought about talking to him. But it was there.

A New Canvas
Date: 3/26/2021
ON CAMERA

”The opening match to Blaze of Glory features the Mixed Tag Team Champions taking on Ignorant Discord which consists of Kate Steele and Todd Warren Steele or whatever it is he goes by. Now don’t ask me why this match is the first on the card because it really makes no sense.

It shouldn’t even be the first match of the night but it just shows how little that the mixed tag team championships are thought about. And if Coby and I weren’t even the champions, I doubt that either of us would be booked on the card. Is this because of that stupid tournament? Definitely. I’ll put all the blame on that silly tournament that I stupidly decided to sign up for again. Because it always tries to take away the spotlight from the superstars and bombshells that compete weekly and bi-weekly for their spots on the shows and supershows of SCW. Is it a fun tournament? Sure, if you get a partner that is worth a damn. But sometimes, the odds are stacked against you. After all, why wouldn’t they be? This is Vegas.

But that’s neither here nor there. Not really as my focus isn’t on that silly tournament anymore. Because Coby and I are booked in a match that will be here before we know it. And do I even seem to care about it? Not really. I know that seems selfish and careless to admit but it’s the opening match without much thought put into it. I bet if you asked anybody who the Mixed Tag Team Champions are, they wouldn’t be able to tell you because the Mixed Tag Team Championships aren’t promoted like the Bombshell Championship or the Heavyweight championship. Or even the roulette championships of each division. And I really think that the mixed tag team championships should be higher ranked than the roulette championships. But I digress.

I shouldn’t be focusing on the way that people view the championships and how they’re ranked amongst people because that will not get me anywhere on Sunday. Kate and Todd aren’t going to be worried about the way the championships are ranked; no they’re going to be concerned with taking the championships from Coby and myself. And you know what?

They might be the ones to actually do it. We all know that Kate is talented in that ring. She’s beaten me before and hell, she’s got a record that’s pretty impressive when it comes to the ring. But she’s also a very busy woman and I’m thinking that maybe she’s taken on a little too much when it comes to juggling things in her life. How can she be focused on her band, her niece, and the match all at once? Sure, she can compartmentalize but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that maybe she has bitten off more than she can chew.

I’m sure she will bring up my little rendezvous with the boss because why wouldn’t she? It’s an easy thing to pick apart. It’s an easy thing to have a go at and it’s really the only thing she has to go at recently. The last match I was in? It wasn’t even my fault that we lost. It was my partner in the tournament that took that loss for us, so really I’m still technically undefeated. I haven’t been pinned in that ring since my return, so I’m going to continue to say that I’m undefeated because it’s technically true. And while Kate is good in the ring, I’m that much better than she is. And I can’t wait to prove it on Sunday. I can’t wait to show her the new Mikah; the Mikah she didn’t really get to face years ago when my heart wasn’t really into it.

I know that there’s also going to be rumblings about how Coby and I haven’t teamed together in a long time because of this tournament. And that’s also true. Can I tell you what he’s been up to? No, absolutely not. Can he tell you what I’ve been up to? Nope, absolutely not. Does he even know where I am? No. But does that mean that it’s going to affect the way that we team together? No. Because Coby knows that on Sunday? I’ll be there to back him up no matter what’s going on in my personal life or his. And that’s the basis of how a team should work. We shouldn’t be worried about how often a team works together in a match, but really on the fact of whether they can fully trust one another when it comes to showing up and competing in a match. And I always show up, even if I don’t want to.

I have complete trust that Coby has all the tools to beat Todd. And while Todd’s a complete idiot on Twitter and as a person, he’s not somebody that Coby is going to take lightly. Coby knows he has to take his opponents seriously and I have no doubt that on Sunday, he’s fully prepared to do just that. I really don’t have much to worry about when it comes to Todd; he can’t physically touch me in that ring and that’s just fine with me. I wouldn’t want scum like that to be able to lay a finger on me.

It still baffles me that Kate is married to such scum but hey, you do you, Katie girl.

The point is, Sunday is going to be the deciding point on what happens next in my life. And I’m going to start with a blank canvas on Sunday. It’s going to be a new slate and something is going to change. The Black Sheep are only going to be better and come out better from this match win or lose. Because even if we lose, we will have the opportunity to hold the belts again and you can bet that the next reign we have will be even stronger than before.

I’m sure Kate is ready but so am I. I’m not that person that has to be in a gym twenty-four seven to ensure that I can bring all I’ve got to a match; that’s always there. It’s not something that a lot of people have and I understand that. But it has always been something that’s come so easily to me. And I’m going to show Kate just how easily it is for me to get the upper hand when it comes to wrestling.

Just a few short days until we open the show and a few short days until the blank canvas starts again. And I can’t wait to see the wreckage that will entail in any way, shape, or form.

I hope you’re ready, because I most definitely am.

Ciao.”

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2021
TIME:10:30 A.M.

Mikah opens her eyes and blinks a few times before frowning as everything around her seemed to lack color. She rubs her eyes, trying to see if it was in case her eyes but it didn’t seem to help anything. She shrugs her shoulders before pushing the blankets off of her and standing up, getting out of the bed she had found herself in. She frowns when she realizes she wasn’t anywhere that she recognized. The bedding was completely different from what she expected it to be.

;;MIKAH “What the hell is going on?”

It was almost as if she was on autopilot because before she realized what was going on, she was making the bed. She frowns as she tries to stop herself from making the bed but her arms and hands continued to make the bed as if she wasn’t in control of her own body.

;;MIKAH “Okay, I guess I’m making the bed….”

She finishes making the bed and before she can stop herself, she finds herself walking into the bathroom. The house didn’t even seem like she was in the same era that she was used to living in but something that she wasn’t quite sure of.

;;MIKAH “What did I get myself into?”

It was almost like an out of body experience. She watches as she starts to draw herself a bath. She then undresses out of her pajamas, which were something that she would never wear to bed. She shakes her head as she steps into the tub of hot water. And then, just as if she hadn’t gotten into the tub of water, the time leaps forward and she’s dressed in a dress that definitely wasn’t her style and her hair was pinned back in a neat bun.

;;MIKAH “Alright, I guess we can speed time up in this place…weird.”

She moves throughout the house, letting her body work on autopilot because it wasn’t like she had a choice. She then found herself in the kitchen, making breakfast for more than one person. Did she have a family in this universe? More than just Leighton and Myles? She wasn’t sure but she checks her left hand to see the ring on her finger, that was a lot more simple than what she would like.

;;MIKAH “I wonder who my husband is. . . .”

And almost on cue, her “husband” walked into the kitchen from where she wasn’t sure. But he was dressed in a suit and tie and she was surprised to see who it was.

;;MIKAH “You…that’s surprising..”

He looks at her and frowns at her.

::KR “We’ve been married for three years, I would think that that wouldn’t be surprising.”

He walks over to her and kisses the top of her head, as if it was something that he’d do on a normal basis. The look that Mikah though she had on her face wasn’t the one that she actually had on her face. The look that shone through was actually a happy, cheesy smile instead of the roll of her eyes one that she typically wore on her face.

;;MIKAH “Oh. That…seems weird.”

It was the only thing that she could say that made sense. She wasn’t even sure that it was weird but apparently in whatever reality they were in, it seemed to work.

::KR “You’re acting strange. Stranger than normal, that is.”

She hears herself laugh and shake her hand at him in a ‘oh you’ sort of fashion, even though she didn’t find the situation that funny. She blinks a few times before looking at him.

;;MIKAH “And you’re talking weird. What is wrong with you?!”

He laughs, one of those fake, robotic sort of laughs that you heard in a sitcom way back when. Mikah gives him a weird look as he laughs but again, the look that she thinks she gives him is not the one that he sees. He instead sees a smile and he just leans in and kisses her softly.

::KR “There is not anything wrong with me. Are you feeling okay? Did you wake up with a fever this morning, dear?”

She raises an eyebrow at him before shaking her head no at him.

;;MIKAH “No, what do you think I have? COVID?”

She watches as a confused look comes across his face as he looks at her before putting the back of his hand up against her forehead, checking for a fever. She pushes his hand away gently and another laugh escapes her lips.

::KR “What is this….COVID you speak of?”

She looks at him, blinking a few times before she shakes her head at him.

;;MIKAH “What are you talking about? You know what COVID is, Kristopher. We both do. What are you…Are you feeling alright?!”

She gives him a look, wondering what the hell was going on. She was confused and wasn’t quite sure what was going on.

::KR “Darling, I’m fine. I don’t know why you are acting like this and talking about something that doesn’t exist.”

She pats herself down, trying to find her cell phone but then frowns when she can’t find it. She looks at him and he looks slightly amused by her movements at the time.

;;MIKAH “Where is it?!”

She turns around, looking on the counters in the kitchen. She sighs in frustration when she can’t find the device she was looking for.

::KR “What are you looking for dear? Maybe you should go lie down, you are acting very strange….”

Mikah begins to open up the kitchen drawers and is confused as nothing in the drawers looked like something that she would have in a kitchen. She looks over at him as he watches in both confusion and amusement.

;;MIKAH “My phone, Kristopher. You know that thing that keeps us all connected to other human beings. That holds all of my social media accounts on it, my bank accounts, my SCW schedule, everything. I need my phone!”

Again, the look on his face was nothing but amusement but now had a look of worry in his eyes. He steps closer to her and feels her forehead again.

::KR “Darling, the phone is right there. On the wall, where it always is…”

He points at the wall and she looks over to see the phone on the wall. She blinks as she looks at the device that she barely recognized. It had been a long time since she had seen one of those and she walks over to it to see the curly type of cord and the rotary style on it.

;;MIKAH “You’ve got to be messing with me, Kristopher. This…these don’t even exist anymore…”

He laughs before walking over to her and hugging her, pulling her into him. She frowns when he feels his hand patting the back of her head. She pushes him away from her gently, not used to the display of affection that he was showing her. In her world, they hadn’t talked in a while or been close like this for a long time. She was pretty sure that in reality, he didn’t even realize it. Nor cared.

::KR “Darling, I think you need to lie down. You’re talking silly.”

She lets out a frustrated noise as she looks at him. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get her point across.

;;MIKAH “No, I am not! This…this isn’t real. I don’t even know what this is.”

She gestures between the two of them, the autopilot she had been in early completely gone now as she broke through whatever it was that had been holding her back.

::KR “This is our life, Mikah. I go to work at nine and come back at five. And you watch the kids and be a housewife.”

She gives him a look.

;;MIKAH “I am not[/u] a housewife. Excuse you? I am a Sin City Wrestling Bombshell. A grand slam champion. A hall of famer. And you! You don’t work some boring, repetitive nine to five job, Kristopher. You are the current Sin City Wrestling heavyweight champion.”

She wasn’t sure that explaining this was going to be making any sense to him. But she was definitely going to try to make it make sense to him. She wasn’t sure what this thing was that they were in but she wasn’t sure that it was good at all.

::KR “You’re talking nonsense, darling. I work downtown and what is this…Sin City Wrestling you speak of?”

She looks at him, blinking at him as he tries to tell her that he did indeed work downtown and that he didn’t know what SCW was. She shakes her head at him, growing tired of whatever reality they were in. She clearly liked things that made sense; this was not making sense.

;;MIKAH “It is like I don’t even know you anymore. You? Work a nine to five job? That is the funniest thing that I’ve heard in a long time. You can’t even be serious for a minute, barely even thirty seconds but you’re going to work a nine to five job? Whate are you on now?”

She looks at him, clearly breaking through whatever character she had been playing in this reality. He looks at her, blinking before smiling at her again and hugging her again.

::KR “I’m not sure what is wrong with you today, but you’re telling some pretty funny stories today, Mikah. You’re lucky I love you and don’t have you committed.”

She pushes him away from her again. She wasn’t sure where this touchy-feely type of thing he was into currently came from but she wasn’t sure that she really enjoyed it.  She wasn’t used to it, that was for sure anyways.

;;MIKAH “There is nothing wrong with me, Kristopher. I think that there is something wrong with you. You’re acting like this is normal.”

She gestured between them, talking about whatever relationship they were completely into at the moment.

::KR “What are you talking about, Mikah? This is how a husband and wife talk to one another. And show one another that they love each other.”

She looks at him, an eyebrow raised as he used those words toward her. They didn’t even make sense to her. She wasn’t sure that she had ever told him that she loved him in reality but apparently, in this reality they told each other that all the time. It was not something she really enjoyed. Maybe she was too used to dysfunction to realize what was normal and what wasn’t in relationships. Apparently, drugs, booze, and lots of sex was not normal. Odd the way things work like that.

;;MIKAH “But we…we do not love each other, Kristopher. Not in the way that you’re talking about. I am not even sure that we like one another anymore. I am not even sure you care enough to even notice the change between us. Or that I’ve purposely ignored you just to see how long it would take you to notice. Do you know that it has almost been two months since I’ve been in California?”

She couldn’t help or stop the tears that were filling her eyes as she looks at him. He goes to talk but she stops him by holding her hand up as a tear slides down her cheek.

;;MIKAH “Have you realized that I have spent so much time at Climax Controls avoiding the Black Sheep locker room? Because I wanted to see if you’d even notice, let alone care. It’s starting to sink in that maybe there isn’t anybody in this—that reality that cares. Except Court. And that’s just because she’s a bitch.”

She watches him, watching as he starts to fade out of view. She frowns before starting to wake up again as the alternate reality starts to fade out of her mind. She opens her eyes again to see the ceiling of the suite at the Cosmopolitan that she was still staying at.

;;MIKAH “How fucking weird..”



FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2021
TIME: 4:45 PM

The scene opens up to the blonde Bombshell standing in front the Titanic exhibit that’s located in the Luxor Casino and Hotel on the strip. She is sporting a pair of black faux leather leggings that meet a pair turquoise stiletto heels and her turquoise “Bring Back Simon Jones” crop top.

”The Blast from the Past tournament begins on Sunday. It’s something I really struggled with making a decision about signing up. I tried not to because we all know how I feel about the tournament and I don’t think my opinion on it has changed. Much. But I was willing to give it a shot because of curiosity. Curiosity is the biggest reason I signed up to be apart of this tournament. And I know that I should have signed up because I wanted to win the tournament to get a shot at the nutjob or whoever should be the Bombshell Champion at the end of the tournament. I know that that is the reason that everybody signs up for the tournament because that’s what’s at the end of the tunnel, the light so to speak.

And that’s what everybody in this tournament is aiming for. The guys want a shot at the World Heavyweight championship and the ladies want a shot at the Bombshell championship. It’s what they hold over us to get us to sign up and it works. I don’t know that anybody’s signed up for the tournament just because they enjoy it. I mean I know that there are some people that sign up because they think they have a chance at getting to the end of the tournament and get that shot that they will have earned. And kudos to them for that; they actually work for the shot that they want. They don’t just walk into Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood’s office and demand for a shot that they didn’t earn like the current nutjob champion.

And people are naturally curious human beings, they want to know the what if. I mean, essentially that’s why I signed up. I wanted to know the possibility of who my partner was going to be. I clearly wanted to be paired up with Despy or even Coby, because I know Coby as a partner in the ring and Despy is…well, Despy. He’s probably my favorite adult human being on the entire planet. Who wouldn’t want to be paired with Despy? He’s definitely the best person in the tournament. He’s definitely a better person than I am and I will defend him to anybody that asks me about him. He’s definitely way too nice to be my friend, but yet, he is.

Now I know that I shouldn’t be hyping Despy up because he’s not my partner. Instead I’m paired with a guy named Lachlan Kane, somebody I’m not even sure that I know who he is. He hasn’t reached out and I’m selfish and think that if he wanted to work well together, he would reach out to me. And why shouldn’t he? I’m a three time Bombshell champion, a grand slam champion, and a Hall of Famer. And must I mention that I’m Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s favorite bombshell? That alone should encourage him to want to work well with me. But yet, here we are going into a match together as a team with no clue on how well we will or won’t work together. And trust me, I am used to working with a difficult human being. Kristopher is not exactly the easiest person to work with but I used to do it on the daily. Can’t say that that’s the case now a days; we haven’t actually spoken face-to-face for almost two months. And I doubt he gives a shit.

But that’s neither here nor there.”

She shrugs her shoulders, acting as if she didn’t care.

”Moving on, because I don’t think ragging on my own partner is going to guarantee me any grace in this match that we’ve been booked in in the first round of this tournament. Our opponents our Lucy Seraphina and Hitamashii. Hitamashii seems to have found his place in GRIME because he’s currently the nightmare champion. And surely he knows that stepping foot into a SCW ring is going to be different. Because it is. This is a bigger pond and he’s going to have to worry about a lot more than masked men and whatever else goes on there. Or is that SCU? I really don’t care.

But Lucy and I? We’re not exactly strangers to one another. I have beaten her once and she has beaten me once before so we are definitely not strangers to each other when it comes to that ring. And she’s one hell of a competitor, I will give her that. But she has been gone longer than I have, I’m pretty sure. I might have my facts wrong, but I highly doubt it. She could have a little trouble adjusting back to the SCW groove. But then again, maybe she’s a quick adjuster and will have no problem getting back into the swing of things. And maybe that’s a good thing; I’d love to see how she fares in this match against me.

I’d say I’m pretty adjusted to tag team wrestling by now and know how things work. But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t kill to get a shot at the Bombshell championship again. I’d love to make that nutjob take another loss to me; it’s clearly the best thing about her being champion. I love to make the point that I’m better than she is and it’s easy to prove. But that will come when and if I win this tournament.

I’d say we, but I’m not sure that my team can be considered a we. Maybe in about a week or so, I will be able to say that our team is just that, a team. But right now? Lachlan and I are walking into the match looking for two singles matches booked in one. But he better not fuck my pretty record up or he’s going to pay for it. I’m not going to be the one that loses this for us. I am on a hot streak and I’m not looking for it to end so quickly and because of somebody else’s incompetence. Because I know that Lucy and her partner are going to be working together to try to win on Sunday. And that’s definitely the whole point of the tournament, is to see how well we can work with other people. And everybody knows that I’m a difficult human being. And maybe in a different reality, I’m a better human being but that’s not what you all are getting.”

She shrugs her shoulders at the camera. But it wasn’t like anybody expected to get anybody else when it came to her; she never gave them hope of her being a different person. Why change when what she was doing worked every time? Change was only good if it was proven to work and she wasn’t sure it would. You wouldn’t change a tire if it wasn’t flat, so she wasn’t about to change up herself.

”You’re going to be getting the same Mikah you’re used to seeing. The one that you love to hate but have to love because I’m so damned good in that ring. My talent in that ring is better than what most anybody has seen and nobody can deny that I’m good at what I do. It’s like breathing for me and I enjoy proving it to people how good I am at it. And I know that Lucy is good at it too; she has a win against me to prove it. And you can bet that she’s going to be saying things about it as well. And why wouldn’t she? It is definitely an accomplishment when it comes to wrestling in SCW. There’s a reason that my name is mentioned a lot more than it isn’t and how so many people compare themselves to me. Because I am the measuring stick that most Bombshells should compare themselves to and should aspire to be. Do I have the best personality? No, maybe not but a personality isn’t what gets you wins in a wrestling ring, does it? Pure talent gets you what you need and I have that without even really trying.

And there’s also a reason that Ruby is so eager to learn from me; she knows the best when she sees the best. I’d say the same for Court but she always has a chip on her shoulder and sometimes, I understand why and other times it’s a pain in the ass to deal with all that attitude. And Lucy should know more than most that I’m going to give her a run for her money and I hope she pushes me to my best because I only like giving my best. She’s one of the few in this tournament that I could see going to the end or I did, at least until I saw the card for Sunday and realized that they’d booked her against me.

And well, just sorry about your luck because my vision for the future needs to come to full fruition. Well, I’d say sorry about your luck if I believed in luck, that is. I think you make your own luck in this world and don’t rely on it to just happen. I know that I’m one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions but I’m looking for more, I want more. And it is just fitting that this tournament will lead me to what I think I want. No, what I know that I need. And while being a mixed Tag Team Champion is great, being the Bombshell champion is just that much greater. I love to prove how much better I am than everybody and this is just one step in the right direction. And well, Lucy, you and your partner are just stepping stones in the direction that I’m looking to go. It’s not really either of our faults that this is how the cards got played and that we would be booked against one another in the first round but hey. At least I’m not booked against Coby…yet.

She winks at the camera, a smirk playing on her pretty face.

”Sunday is just in two short days and I’m just about ready to get there to get this match over with. Because just like the Titanic, the partnership between Lucy Seraphina and Hitamashii is going to sink. And everybody will get to see that yes, I can hold a tag team together by myself. Even if it is a harder task to accomplish, I’m going to do it. Because my vision is ten times greater than anybody else’s and if I have to make other people see it, I will.

Hope the two of you are ready to face me and…

…

…

My partner, Lachlan Kane. Because you really don’t have any other choice and while you both are going to be hopeful for a win, I’m not about to just hand it over. And I don’t care if I have to be the villain and take it from you single-handedly, because I will. And because I’m just the villain everybody loves to hate. And it doesn’t bother me one bit because.”

She pushes her hair behind her ears and smirks at the camera as it zooms in closer to her. She looks int the lens of the camera, a serious look on her pretty face as she pauses again for dramatic effect.

“I’m everybody’s favorite villain.”

THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 2021
TIME:8:30 A.M.

She was already unhappy with having to be up and out of her house at this hour and that she had to call in somebody to watch Myles since Leighton had to focus on her remote learning stuff. And she was going to give the Boss a piece of her mind when she saw him next. She adjusts the seatbelt as she sits at a red light on the strip of Las Vegas, NV. She was already in a bad mood that she had to do some stupid promotional shit for SCW and that she was basically threatened with her life if she didn’t show up. Okay, maybe that was a little extreme but she was told that she needed to show up or face a consequence for not showing up. She had Kris on the phone via Bluetooth.

;;MIKAH “I swear to God, that if any of these morons touch me, I’m going to fine Mark Ward and Christian Underwood so much money.”

She was trying her best to be patient but she definitely wasn’t a patient person; especially when it came to doing something that she didn’t want to do.

::KR “Or you could try being nice to them. That is an option; act like you like having fans for once.”

Mikah makes a face at him even though she knew that he couldn’t see her. She did appreciate her fans but she did not like to be touched by them. There were very few people that she actually liked to be touched by. And people she didn’t know wasn’t one of them.

;;MIKAH “I will be. Unless they try to touch me, then all bets will be off.”

She sighs as she looks at the red light, that was taking a long time to turn green. She didn’t have much farther to go as the event was set up at the TAO nightclub in the Venetian since they weren’t allowed to use it during this pandemic as Nightclubs were still not a thing currently in Vegas. Mikah did, however, request that there be a bartender and there be limitless drinks for herself. There was no way that she could handle dealing with people sober.

::KR “Why do I get a feeling that you’re going to make this be as difficult as possible?”

She could hear the groan to his voice but she just rolls her eyes at him. She wasn’t sure if she enjoyed his new attitude. She was still struggling not to slip back into that dark place where she pulls away from everybody in her life. And it would be easy to do; she could avoid San Diego and the rest of the Black Sheep if she wanted to. All she had to do was show up for her match and hang out elsewhere in the arena. Sometimes, the thought was tempting and she was close to doing it. A part of her wanted to do it just to see if any of those people she’s aligned with would even notice. She doubted it.

::MIKAH “Why do I get the feeling that it doesn’t affect you?”

She didn’t care if she was snapping at him and that it wasn’t going to help matters at all. Bickering wasn’t going to matter now and they could do it all they wanted. The more she thought about trying out her little experiment, the better it sounded.

::KR “Why did you even call me if you’re just going to be difficult?”

She rolls her eyes as she pulls her car off of the strip and into the area of the Venetian that would valet park her car.

;;MIKAH “I really don’t know. It’s not like you give a shit anyways.”

She doesn’t let him say anything else before she hangs up on him. She grabs her phone and puts it in her purse before she gets out of the car. She walks into the Venetian and hands her keys to the Valet before she walks off in the direction of the TAO nightclub. She tugs at the short skirt of her skin tight, ribbed black dress that had three parts on her left side cut out to move to the back where it was strappy and it was strapless. On her feet were her brand new peep toed stiletto Louboutin pumps that were a black to red gradient. She doesn’t bother asking anybody where to go as she knows exactly where the TAO nightclub was. She’d been there plenty of times pre-COVID and enjoyed the environment that it only made sense to request that this little thing be held there. After all, if she was going to be the main event and the guest of honor, they might as well cater to her wants and needs.

::WORKER “Where would you like the table set up, Ms. Green?”

She gives him a look as she folds her arms over her chest.

;;MIKAH “My name is Mikah, use it.”

The worker seems a little bit taken back by her request and the lack of manners. Mikah looks around before pointing to a spot that wasn’t too far from the bar. The event that was going to be taking place later and there was going to be a photoshoot first. She’d already arranged for the valet to bring up her half of the mixed tag team championship belt up so that she didn’t have to carry it.

;;MIKAH “Over there, please. As close to the bar as you can get me without having me be on top of it.”

The worker nods his head before walking over and helping people rearrange the nightclub as Mikah watches. She soon grows bored before walking out of the nightclub and into the area of the Venetian that would take her down the escalators and into the Grand Canal Shoppes. She’d walked around there many of times and it didn’t ever get boring to her. She really didn’t have anything she needed to buy but she enjoyed looking. Plus, it beat standing around watching as people organized the room how she wanted it.

;;MIKAH “This is when it’s best…”

She knew that a lot of the stores didn’t open until 11 A.M. now due to COVID as it was some sort of weird policy. She thought that it was weird but it wasn’t her choice to have things operate like that. She however didn’t mind looking through the windows of the shoppes as she wandered through it, hoping that when she got back to the TAO nightclub, the photographer was there so she could get the photoshoot part of the event over with.

-TWO HOURS LATER-

Mikah had finished wandering through the Venetian and the Palazzo and finally wound up back at the TAO nightclub, this time with people waiting on her return. She just smirks at them, proud of her own behavior as she liked to be the one to make an entrance or be the one who was being waited on. She sets her purse down on the bar before the photographer walks over to her.

 ::PHOTOGRAPHER “Ms. Mikah, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Antonio Riley. And I will be the one photographing you today for SCW.”

She just smirks a little at him before nodding her head in understanding. There wasn’t much that she had to say to him but just wanted to get the photoshoot over with so she could move onto the next part of the day. She stands around waiting for him to give her instructions and then give him a look when he motions for her to move on to where he had the background set up. She rolled her eyes as he grabs her championship belt and hand it to her making her hold it over her right shoulder.

;;MIKAH “How long is this going to take? And why the hell didn’t Coby have to be here?”

She frowns at the photographer as some of the make up artists that were on as insurance just in case that Mikah would need help with fixing it. But of course, she didn’t. She frowns as the hair stylists fixes one of the curls that had fallen flat in her hair. But she doesn’t say anything else to protest what was going on. She wanted to make this quick and easy, even though it more than likely wasn’t going to be quick or easy.

::AR “That’s perfect. Right there.”

He kept giving her words of encouragement, telling her that he liked the way she was standing. Or that the look on her face was perfect. She didn’t show any emotion, however that his words were helping the way that she felt. She was not really that big of a fan of photoshoots but she knew that she didn’t have much of a choice for this one.

::AR “You’re so good at this; you’re a natural.”

She rolls her eyes as she looks at him.

[color=#40ED0];;MIKAH “It probably helps that I’m not ugly, you know. I’m not sure who else you’ve photographed in SCW but there isn’t very many beautiful people options. Or competent options for that matter either.”[/color]

She would never think she was anything but the best. However, she was not prepared for what came next with the photoshoot as people were starting to line up. She looks at the photographer before her eyes shift back to the people who were in line.

;;MIKAH “Please do not tell me that I have to take pictures with them…”

The look in her eyes was anything but pleasant. She didn’t want to stand and take pictures with people she didn’t know nor like and that’s what it looked like she was going to have to do. She sighs in irritation before one of the people in the background hands her her turquoise mask with the quote: “You say villain like it’s a bad thing” on it. She puts it on and then adjusts the championship on her shoulder. If there was one good thing about masks, the person she had to stand next to wouldn’t realize that she wasn’t actually smiling underneath it.

::PERSON FROM THE PR TEAM “Yes, you do have to take pictures with them. That is and was part of the arrangement that Mr. Ward set up for you today.”

Mikah scowls just a little bit at the thought of being put through such torture. She wasn’t a people person and it still amazed her just a little bit that she even had fans. But the smart wrestling fans, the ones that were in it for the wrestling and not just the storylines or looks of the competitors, knew that she was one of the best in the ring despite her attitude.

;;MIKAH “Fine, let’s get this shit over with.”

The guy from the PR team gives her a look but chooses not to get into a war of words with her, which was probably a good thing because he’d lose. She takes a deep breath as a person steps up that had just a simple SCW shirt on and they looked to be just barley eighteen years old. Mikah just offers a smile as the person steps into the shot with Mikah.

::FAN 1 “Nice to meet you, my name is Quin.”

Mikah just smiles at him as she moves in just a little and places an arm loosely around the fan’s shoulders. She tries to disguise the grimace that is in her eyes as she poses with him for a picture.

::FAN 1 “Thank you so much! I am a big, big fan!”

Mikah just takes a deep breath before watching as the fan runs off, happy to have been able to get a photo with the blonde bombshell. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out as a woman with a young girl walks up to her. Mikah looks them over before noticing the little girl had a Despayre shirt on and that brings a smile to her face. But the mother was wearing a Sam Marlowe shirt

::FAN 2 “Hi my name is--.”

Mikah cuts her off by holding a hand up.

;;MIKAH “No, I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to your daughter. She clearly has the right kind of taste in stars.”

Mikah purposely gives the mom a dirty look before carefully squatting down, keeping her knees together to get on the little girl’s level.

;;MIKAH “Hi, what’s your name?”

FAN 3 “My name is Nessa. I’m free.”

The little girl holds up three fingers to elaborate and the mispronunciation of the number three. Mikah did better talking to little kids as they hadn’t yet gotten to the point where most adults were in their intelligence; their brains could still be sculpted.

;;MIKAH “That’s a great age, Nessa. I see that you have Despy on your t-shirt. Did you know that he’s one of my bestest friends?!”

She watches at the little girl’s eyes get big in surprise.

FAN 3 “Really!?”

Mikah chuckles but nods her head, marveling at the little girl’s innocence. It was the best thing about children and they brought out a side in her that most people didn’t see. She was a lot more patient with children than she was with adults and it showed when she had her own children around.

;;MIKAH “Really. We’re like this…”

She holds her hand up to show her index finger and middle finger crossed. She watches the excitement appear in the little girl’s eyes before the excitement reaches the little girl’s feet. She starts to jump excitedly, unable to contain all the energy she was holding now.

FAN 3 “That is so cool!”

Mikah smiles before moving just a little closer to her and then looks at Antonio. She pulls the girl in closer until they’re cheek to cheek and this time, the smile reaches Mikah’s eyes as Antonio snaps the picture. Mikah stands back up as the little girl grabs her mother’s hand, who gives Mikah a dirty look as she didn’t seem to like being snubbed by the blonde bombshell. Mikah just shrugs it off before tugging at the short skirt of her dress. She looks at the next fan and shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH “No. I’m not taking a picture with you.”

The fan looks appalled and confused all at the same time as Mikah refuses to take a picture with him.

FAN 4 “What? Can you do that?! Why?!”

Mikah points at his shirt and then shakes her head.

;;MIKAH “If you wanted a picture with me, you shouldn’t wore a shirt that very clearly supports SCW’s resident nutjob. And one of my biggest rivals. And possibly the one person that I cannot stand the most.”

Mikah gives him a look before flipping her hair with her hand over her shoulder. The fan looks at her in shock but Mikah doesn’t seem to be budging from her stance.

FAN 4 “All of yours were sold out..”

Mikah lets out a laugh before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH “And you’re acting like that’s my problem. That I can control how much of my merchandise sells. Move on, go somewhere else. Before I vomit.”

The fan seems like he wants to protest but decides against it and walks off with a dejected look on his face. Mikah doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that she had upset a fan but the PR guy did not look very happy with the fact that she turned down a fan. She looks at the next fan and raises an eyebrow as she sees the Black Sheep shirt on him instead of a shirt she didn’t like.

;;MIKAH “That looks a lot better than that hideous thing I just saw.”

The fan doesn’t say anything for a moment before stepping into the shot with Mikah. She stands next to him as Antonio snaps a picture.

FAN 5 “I really hope that you and Coby can get along enough to win at Inception.”

;;MIKAH “You and me both, buddy.”

It was no secret that her and Coby’s personalities were polar opposites. She wished he’d be a little more like her and less like himself but of course, nobody saw a problem with him. It was always her. Everybody was always wanting her to change but why change when what she was doing was working? She always felt as if she was the one that nobody really respected, no matter how much they said they did. So why should she be nice to people who didn’t really give a flying fuck about her? It didn’t help that currently she was avoiding Kristopher like the plague and wasn’t planning on going to San Diego at all. She was sure that he hadn’t even noticed and was even more sure that he didn’t care either and she was stubborn enough to stay away. She wanted to see how long it took any of them to notice. So far, it was taking a lot longer than she thought. She hadn’t been in San Diego since before Christmas and she spent less and less time in the locker room with them, choosing either to go harass the boss in his office or leave. Unless of course, her match was toward the end of the show, then she hung out in spaces where she wouldn’t be bothered or found. Or she was out on a run, there were other places she could be that didn’t have to be in that locker room.

FAN 3 “Um…hello?”

Mikah is snapped out of her mind to see another fan standing there, a confused look on their face.

;;MIKAH “Oh fuck this. You smell like COVID and I’m not standing anywhere close to me. Where the fuck have you been? Get out of here.”

She grabs a bottle of hand sanitizer, unscrews the lid off of it, and then dumps it over the fan’s head before the PR guy could step in and stop it. It was safe to say that Mikah is a PR nightmare.


SUNDAY, JANUARY 24, 2021
TIME: 10:30 A.M.

Mikah stands outside of a closed hotel room door, a smirk on her face as she looks at the closed door before looking at the envelope in her hand. She looks down both ends of the hallway before shrugging her shoulders. It was probably the boldest thing that she’s ever done and she wasn’t about to back down from it. She adjusts the short skirt of her turquoise dress before raising her hand and knocking on the door with three small raps of her hand.

::MAN’S VOICE “Just a minute…”

Mikah chuckles to herself before waiting as patiently as she can before the door opens and she hands the envelope to the person.

;;MIKAH “I’d say sorry, but we both know that I’m not sorry. But I can make it up to you in other ways.”

She looks at him and smirks at him before watching him step aside and she walks into his hotel room and the door closes behind her.


FRIDAY, JANUARY 8, 2021
TIME: 4:45 PM

The scene opens up to the Chandelier bar that is the main bar that is the Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas. It is known for being a bar that looks like it is in a chandelier. The camera moves in to see the Blonde Bombshell sitting on the bar with one leg crossed over the other and dressed in a skin tight, short silver glittered show with a low v-cut neck line. In one hand shew as holding a mixed drink while the other was holding onto the edge of the bar. To her right was her half of the Mixed Tag Team championships sitting on the bar, looking all pretty and shiny.

“This lethal lottery thing that the boss men seem to enjoy doing is not something that ever seems to work out in their favor. You would think that they would learn and stop pairing people together who don’t work well together or even really know if they will work together. But what doesn’t work well for them, is slated to work well for me.”

She raises her glass up to her lips and takes a drink of it before looking at the camera, a smirk on her face.

“And everybody knows, what works best for me, is what’s best for the company. I mean, sure going from Kristopher to Coby as a partner might be a little. . .different but it’s not a bad choice or even the worst choice that could have happened. I mean, I could have had to forfeit my championship belt and then where would I be?”

She raises an eyebrow before uncrossing her legs and recrossing them the opposite way.

“Nowhere. Stuck in some random match that would make absolutely no sense for a talent of my caliber. And I’m not about to be stuck in a match against the likes of Jessie Salco or Sam Marlowe. No thanks.”

She makes a face of disgust before taking another drink of her mixed drink.

“Maybe if it was against a person of better caliber. A talent like Evie Jordan or even Alicia Lukas, maybe. But still, what is the point to those matches anyways? I don’t have anything else to prove when it comes to singles competition. Other than prove to all those morons that don’t seem to think that I can handle a singles career again. But I think I’ve proved that well enough in the past month and a half. I’m sure there are idiots out there that think I’m hiding out in the Mixed Tag division because I don’t have the strength or the stomach to compete in those high caliber matches anymore. And that’s not true But how many times can I beat the resident nutjob before you all get tired of seeing it?”

She raises an eyebrow at her own hypothetical question.

“But there’s also the argument that I don’t have anything left to prove in the mixed tag division either. Kristopher and I are undefeated in this division. Oh, wait.”

She pauses and frowns before making a face.

“Coby and I are undefeated as a team. Granted, Coby was literally just handed the championship. That’s definitely not something that I can even lie about or try to cover up or sweep under the rug, because it’s true. Kristopher won the big belt and then handed this one to Coby to keep it in the Black Sheep.”

She pauses for a moment, trying to keep a straight face without any emotion on it.

“But Coby’s skills as a competitor shouldn’t be doubted or looked over. Because whether I want to admit it or not, he’s…”

Again, she pauses as she goes through some words in her head. She wanted to find the exact one that she wanted to use to describe Coby’s in-ring talent.

“Capable. Maybe even talented.”

She sits there for a moment, letting the word sit on her tongue to see if she liked the way it sounded and felt.

“But I don’t have to worry about Coby in the ring. Maki and Milo Kasey do…well, really just Milo has to worry about what Coby does in the ring. I, on the other hand, am tasked with taking on Maki. But is it really going to be that hard?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera as she looks at it. She grabs her glass and finishes off the rest of the drink before snapping her fingers at the bartender, who is quick to make her another drink.

“She lost to Jessie Salco. And that is saying something. And if you’ve lost to Jessie Salco, how good in the ring can you be? I mean, I’ve never lost to Jessie Salco. Not once in my career.”

She smirks to herself as she takes a drink of the mixed drink.

“But you have been on a little bit of a winning streak, haven’t you Maki? I mean, your accomplishments on Climax Control of beating the likes of Candy, Bea Barnhart, Sierra Williams, and Sam Marlowe are there, right? Oh and let’s not forget that last Sunday on Climax Control you beat Courtney Pierce, my protégé or whatever you want to call her.”

She just shrugs her shoulders. She couldn’t really say that she’s been a good mentor to anybody as of lately. Especially when she’s been avoiding San Diego worse than she avoided her own problems.

“I’m sure that somebody could make the argument that if you can beat Court, that you have a chance in beating me. But let me set you straight, Maki. You have no fucking chance in beating me next Sunday. There’s no chance in fucking hell that I’m going to let you and your partner take my championship away from me.”

She was very adamant in holding onto her current undefeated streak and that included holding the championship.

“Let me remind you, Maki, I’m currently undefeated in SCW since my glorious return this past Summer. And I’m not looking to let the likes of you be the one to end this streak. Because I came back to save this fucking division from the likes of Bea and Bill Barnhart and Bella and whatever his name is. And Kristopher and I did just that. Sure, he ditched me for the Heavyweight Championship but whatever.”

She rolls her eyes at the thought before taking another drink from her glass before setting it back down to her left.

“So I suppose it is now up to Coby and myself to continue to save the division from the likes of people like you. I’m not a nice person, Maki. Coby? He’s probably the nicest person you’ll ever step into the ring with. Not that you will get that chance but still. He will be the nicest opponent you’ve ever had. There’s no doubt about that but me? I’m not like him. I’m a whole hell of a lot harder to intimidate and I’m going to be whole of a hell lot harder for you to beat. But guess what? You’re not going to beat me. I’m also a whole hell of a lot harder to impress, so there’s that.”

She smirks at the camera, a look toying with her eyes.

“We can talk about what I’ve done in this company but everybody knows what I’ve done. And how I am the best Bombshell in this company and will always be the best there is. So if you think that I’m going to let some trashy little woman like you walk into Inception and think she’s going to take a championship away from me? You’ve got another thing coming, Mak.”

She laughs before shaking her head.

“What a pathetic waste of talent, really. I mean, they could have booked Coby and I in a better match that was further down the card. But no, they decided to give us you and Milo Kasey instead.”

She chuckles to herself, an amused look playing on her pretty face.

“It’s ironic though, really it is. Because 2021 is already starting off in a poor way for you and Milo, Mak. But I mean, a loss to the Black Sheep is not as bad as a loss to the Barnharts would be. So you should be thanking me and Coby for giving you this opportunity to lose to us.”

She winks at the camera with a confident look on her face.

“Inception isn’t going to be your night and neither of you should be looking forward to a win because it’s not going to happen. The way things work between the Black Sheep…”

She hesitates for a moment, remembering that her and Coby haven’t really every worked together in the ring. She wasn’t sure how it was going to go down but she was almost sure that she could see herself walking out of the match and leaving him to fend for himself if he got too nice or scolded her for being mean.

“Well, let’s not worry about how things work between Coby and I. That’s something that you’re going to be surprised to see. Because it really doesn’t matter if my partner is Kristopher or Coby, because we’re still going to win. But at least Coby’s got consistency going for him.”

She smirks at the small, innocent jab she took at Kris.

“But in all seriousness, you and Milo should really work on getting to know one another better in the ring. Because you’re going to need all the help you can get because Coby and I? We’ve got it figured out.”

She wasn’t sure if that was true but she was going to act like it was.

“Hope you spend all of next week training to be able to be even a quarter amount of good as I am in the ring. It won’t help but you can try.”

She winks at the camera again before finishing her drink in a few swallows.

“Remember, being a villain isn’t the worst thing you could be. You could be you.”

She hops down from the counter and pulls at her dress a little bit.

“Ciao.”

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 08, 2020
TIME: DOESN’T MATTER.

Mikah opens her eyes to be surrounded by sunlight in a house that she didn’t seem to know. Or remember, anyways. She stretches a little bit before realizing that the bedding she was wrapped in was different from the one that she was used to being wrapped in. It was all white and the size of the bed was bigger than the one she had been sleeping in at Kristopher’s San Diego place. She sits up and frowns a little bit when she feels a ring on her finger. She looks down at her finger to see a wedding band set on her left ring finger. She frowns a little bit before looking around and jumping a little bit when Masen Christian Othniel walks into the bedroom, carrying what looked to be a toddler girl in his arms. Mikah’s eyes widen slightly.

;;MIKAH “What…who?”

She has a perplexed look on her face as she looks at him before watching as he sets the little girl down on the bed. She crawls over to Mikah and hugs her.

::CO  “McKinley wanted to see her mommy.”

Mikah still holds a perplexed look on her face as she looks at the toddler, who did look like a mix between her and Masen.

;;MIKAH “How old is she?”

She hugs the toddler back, hoping he could fill in some of the blanks that her head was making.

::CO  “Two and a half.”

She looks at the little girl and smiles at her, seeing the resemblance of what could have been their second child together. She hugs the little girl again, before smoothing the little girl’s hair down.

;;MIKAH “Do we have any other kids? I’m just confused. I woke up to this life, instead of the life I had with…Leighton and Myles….where do we live?”

 She didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, but the life she was currently living in didn’t really make any sense to her. She didn’t understand where Myles was. Or where her things with Kristopher were. Or really where Kristopher was.

::CO  “We’re in Malibu, babe. How can you not remember?”

She watches as he walks over to the closed curtains and pushes them open to reveal a door with windows and through the windows she can see the beach and the ocean. She smiles before getting up, picking up the toddler girl as she does and walks over to the window and looks out at the ocean.

::CO “We got married right out there four years ago.”

She looks at the beach and watches the ocean before looking at him, admiring him for the way that he looks and enjoying that look of admiration in his eyes as he looks at her. He leans down and kisses her softly.

;:MCKINLEY “No, Daddy. Ewww.”

McKinley’s little hand pushes Christian’s head away from Mikah’s and he laughs before kissing the top of McKinley’s head.

::CO “Logan has been changed and fed and is back asleep in his crib.”

Mikah frowns a little as she looks at McKinley, who is still perfectly content in her arms. She looks back at Christian, still confused.

;;MIKAH “Logan?”

Christian smiles at her before winking at her.

::CO  “The confused looks are cute babe but it’s not nice to forget our son. Seeing as he’s only a month old…”

Mikah just gives him a smile, unsure of how to think about the current situation. She didn’t understand what was going on but she also didn’t want to question it. She could get used to being in a marriage with her best friend.

;;MIKAH “Sorry. I must have had a really vivid dream where this didn’t exist.”

Although, she knew that that definitely wasn’t the case because he was dead in real life. But she was willing to overlook that to enjoy this life with him. She had always wondered what it would be like to live a life with him where they had children and were married. But he had died too early for them to realize their feelings for one another in time to be something together. Mikah kisses McKinley’s head before looking at Christian.

::CO “It’s all good babe.”

The fact that he was being so supportive toward her, made her heart warm. She didn’t understand what was going on but she has learned that it was better not to question things that she didn’t care to know the real answer to. She follows him as he walks out of the bedroom and they go to the kitchen. She kisses McKinley’s head again before putting the two and a half year old on a chair.

;;MIKAH “I’m going to need a refresher since I’m still in that weird vibe from that dream….do I still wrestle for SCW?”

She looks at him before she moves around the island counter and grabs a package of bacon from the fridge and sets it on the counter. She looks around before finding waffle mix and begins to make them a breakfast.

::CO “No, you retired from them almost three years ago. Right after you found out you were pregnant with McKinley.”

She looks a bit perplexed at the thought of not even being the Bombshell champion in 2018 like she was but this was clearly an alternate universe or something. Or a separate timeline.

;;MIKAH “Oh. What do I do now?”

She was being cautious about what she asked him. She didn’t want to upset him but she literally didn’t know what was going on. She watches as he grabs McKinley a few things to entertain herself with before walking over to her and kissing her on her temple.

::CO “You pretty much are a stay at home mom.”

She smiles at him as she begins to make the pancakes and he begins to make the bacon. She watches as McKinley plays at the table, entertained for the most part.

;;MIKAH “And what about you?”

She raises an eyebrow at him as she pours some of the batter into the waffle iron pan. She hums softly to herself before looking up as their fifteen year old, Leighton walks into the kitchen. Mikah smiles, a little relieved that their oldest child was in this reality as well.

::CO “Finally, the teenager joins her family for breakfast.”

Leighton gives her father a look before sitting down next to McKinley and playing with the toddler. It didn’t surprise Mikah that Leighton was good with the two and a half year old as she was excellent with Myles. Mikah frowns a little bit before feeling a pang in her heart at the thought of Myles not existing. But it also meant that her marriage with Drake never happened so therefore Myles was never born.

;:LO “Good morning, Dad.”

For a moment, it made Mikah’s heart ache because she had always wanted to see Christian be a father to Leighton. It was something that she never really got to enjoy because Christian had been in and out of her life in the other life but apparently, he was here for Leighton in this reality.

;;MIKAH “Late night, Leigh?”

Leighton nods her head before getting up and grabbing herself a glass and pouring some apple juice into the glass.

;:LO “Yeah, Dani and I were facetiming last night and it got late.”

Mikah smiles at their teenager before finishing up with the waffles and putting them on a serving plate as Christian does the same with the bacon.

::CO “Leighton, please set the table.”

Mikah watches as the fifteen year old doesn’t seem to argue with Christian and gets up from the table and grabs three big plates and a toddler sized plate for McKinley and then sets the table with the plates before grabbing the silverware. Mikah was in awe as Leighton willingly sets the table and grabs a cup of coffee for both Christian and Mikah and sets them in front of their respective plates. Leighton then grabs the maple syrup from the fridge and places it on the table as well.

;;MIKAH “Thank you, Leighton.”

Leighton smiles at her mom before sitting back down next to McKinley and plays with the toys.

;:MCKINLEY “Wook, Weighton.”

Mikah smiles as McKinley shoves a toy in Leighton’s face and Leighton just takes it with stride, not seeming to mind the demanding nature of the two and a half year old.

;:LO “I see, Kins. What color is it?”

Mikah watches McKinley’s face and watches how the toddler looks at the toy in her hand, concentrating on what the color would be.

;:MCKINLEY “Purpwel?”

Leighton chuckles a little bit.

;:LO “Close, Kins, but it’s pink. This…this is purple.”

Leighton picks up a different toy to show the toddler purple. Mikah watches the realization hit the toddler’s face and she smiles before walking over to the table. She cuts a waffle in half and then into smaller pieces before putting it on McKinley’s plate and drizzling the syrup over the waffle. She tears a slice of bacon into smaller pieces before grabbing a sippy cup and putting milk in it.

::CO “Babe, sit down.”

Mikah smiles at Christian before sitting down and putting a waffle on her plate and then grabbing the creamy JIF peanut butter and spreading it smoothly and evenly over her waffle. She then pours some maple syrup over it next before cutting into smaller pieces and taking a bite.

;;MIKAH “What are the plans for the day?”

She was even unaware of what day of the week it was. It was tricky to know the days of the week in the alternate reality but she was doing her best to stay on track.

;:LO “Dani and I are going to go to the beach for a few hours. She has some boy troubles we need to discuss.”

Leighton said it so matter of factly and Mikah had a sneaking suspicion that Leighton didn’t have to ask for permission that both her and Christian trusted her. And Mikah had to admit, Leighton was a better kid than she had been at her age.

::CO “Is your homework done? And I’m well aware that it is Saturday, Leigh but you need to have your homework done before you go anywhere. Academics are the most important thing in life right now besides your family.”

It was weird for Mikah to listen to Christian preach about the importance of academics when he was the first to turn to drugs. But she had to remind herself that that was in the reality she wasn’t currently in.

;:LO “Yes, I got it done last night as well. Don’t have to worry, Daddio, I know that academics are important.”

Mikah had always been impressed with her oldest daughter but at this moment, in this reality she had never felt more proud of the teenager. The selflessness that her daughter willing showed to everybody was something Mikah had hoped for Leighton when she was an infant.

;;MIKAH “I’m glad you are taking school seriously, Leigh. Have fun at the beach today. Don’t forget to put on sunscreen, you don’t want to end up looking like a tomato.”

Leighton nods her head as she agrees with what her mother was saying. Mikah finishes her waffle before hearing crying coming from upstairs. She gets up, giving Christian a look as he was about to get up to go get the baby.

;;MIKAH “You had dealt with him this morning, it’s my turn. Enjoy your breakfast with Kins and Leigh.”

Christian smiles before Mikah goes upstairs, listening for the crying infant before finding the baby’s nursery. Mikah looks down into the crib to see the baby crying. She carefully picks him up and cradles the baby close to her. She looks down at the infant and smiles as he starts to calm down as Mikah holds him, and studies his cute little face. She hated that Christian never got to experience what family life could be like. And she only wished that Logan was as real as he felt.

;;MIKAH “You’re so cute, Logan.”

She coos at the baby before walking over to the rocking chair that was in the corner of the nursery room. She sits down as she cradles the infant in her arms, rocking softly as she studies him. She was amazed that a little baby that was in some alternate reality looked so much like the both of them but wasn’t real. She smooths down the infant’s dark hair, enjoying the way his soft hair felt under her fingertips.

;;MIKAH “It’s a shame that you don’t really exist, Logan. You would be the most loved little boy there ever was. You’d have everything you could ever want and more. But this? This is….this isn’t real.”

She knew that it wasn’t real and that she shouldn’t be playing into the fantasy but she couldn’t help it. She loved Christian with her entire being and wanted to know what it would have been like if they’d have been able to have done everything that they wanted. And what they had wanted to do was exactly what they were doing in this alternate reality. The house, the marriage, the children. Everything was spot on.

;;MIKAH “But what your father doesn’t know is that this? This isn’t real life. There is no McKinley or Logan, you both don’t exist. No matter how much I want them to.”

She rocks softly, watching the infant as he looks up at her before she leans down and presses her lips to the infant’s forehead. She was cherishing whatever time she got in this alternate reality. She was never sure how long she got to stay in the alternate realities or the places that weren’t real but she ended up being. But this reality? It was becoming her favorite one. She didn’t have to stress about opponents or what she needed to do to prepare for a match. Nor did she have to worry about which personality of Kristopher’s she’d have to face on any given day. It was kind of nice to only have to worry about the children and Christian. It was simple and it was what she hoped her life would be like one day.

;;MIKAH “You know, Logan, in reality I have an eighteen month old little boy. His name is Myles. His Daddy isn’t your Daddy, though. His Daddy is a man I met in SCW, a company that I currently no longer work for apparently. Although, I do. I have a match this coming weekend against Seleana Zdunich. She’s married to Crystal-Christina, who is a nutjob. I’m glad you don’t have to live in a World where she exists.”

She was talking to the infant as if he would understand the words that were coming out of her mouth. But she enjoyed talking to the baby as if it was an adult. It also felt good for her to get her confused thoughts out of her mind.

;;MIKAH “You are safe in this world. A world where COVID19 doesn’t exist and where your Daddy isn’t dead and we can exist together like this. This is what I live for or wish that I could live for.”

The baby stares up at her, watching her in wonder. She smiles at the baby as she continues to rock, soaking up the baby time she was getting with him. She wanted this life to be the one that was real but she knew in her heart that it wasn’t the life she had. She kisses the baby’s forehead again, cherishing the feel of the baby in her arms.

;;MIKAH “You see, in reality I’d be in the gym…preparing for my match against Seleana even though technically it’s not really relevant. She only is relevant because of who she’s married to. She’s a flash in the skillet and she’s not worth the stress.”

She looks into the baby’s eyes and kisses him again, enjoying every minute she was getting with the fictional infant. She knew that it wouldn’t last for forever but she was going to soak it up for the moment. She didn’t know if she’d have another baby in reality, so the fake infant was something she wanted to enjoy. She wished Myles was a baby again.

;;MIKAH “You would be the most perfect baby in the real world, baby Logan.”

She wipes a tear that had started to spill down her face before kissing the baby again. She looks up to see Christian standing in the door way with McKinley in his arms and a smile on his face as he watches her with Logan.

;;MIKAH “Hey….”

She stands up and walks over to him and he opens an arm and she settles in against him. He wraps an arm around her and kisses the top of her head as they get close.

::CO “You look so good with our baby in your arms.”

She looks up at him, a loving look in her eyes as she stares up into his bluish grey eyes. She couldn’t believe that he was here and that this could have been her reality. If he wouldn’t have died in 2016; this could have been what their happy ending looked like.

;;MIKAH “I love you…you know that right? I love you so much…”

She looks up at him, a vulnerable look in her eyes. She knew that it wasn’t real but she wanted him to know how she felt about him, even in this alternate reality.

::CO “I know and I love you too, Miks.”

He leans down to kiss her but before his lips meet hers, the world starts to fade away. She panics as she watches the baby dissolve from her arms and then she watches as McKinley dissolves next. Tears fill her eyes as she watches Christian dissolve in front of her.

;;MIKAH “I love you…”


FRIDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2020
TIME: 2:45 PM

”Reality. Reality is something that everybody has an everybody sees. But that doesn’t mean that reality for each person is the same. I live in a world where what is true is true but then there are people like Seleana that live in a reality that doesn’t exactly exist.

You see, she’s married to the resident nutjob of SCW. Her wife is good at pretending that her reality is what it’s true. So by association, Seleana lives her life the same way that her wife does. Because it’s only natural for Seleana to fall into the same patterns that the nutjob has. But if we’re being honest, and let’s be real, I’m always honest with you all. I tell you how I really feel about a person no matter what. That’s not a lie. Seleana is a watered down version of the nutjob. She wants to be as good as the nutjob claims she is but she will never even be able to reach the same credentials that the nutjob has.

I’m not giving any sort of credit to the nutjob, but we have to give it to Seleana’s wife, she does have a record here in SCW and she is a Hall of Famer. But her reputation isn’t exactly good. She’s not reliable and is a flash in the skillet and I would have to say that Seleana is also a flash in the pan. I don’t think that Seleana holds much credit in the company as she would like to have.

Seleana wants to believe that she can hold her own in the ring. And I wish that she could hold her own in the ring but she’s not stepping into the ring with just anybody. She’s stepping into the ring with me. The three time Bombshell Champion, a Hall of Famer, a triple crown champion or whatever you want to call it. The mother fucking measuring stick of the Bombshell division. You want to argue with me? Go ahead. But who’s name do a lot of people like to bring up when they’re talking about what they want to accomplish in this company. Do they say they want to be like the nutjob? Nope, of course not.

Everybody should want to be like me. Everybody should want to be the fucking measuring stick of the Bombshell division. I am the epitome of what a Bombshell should aspire to be and Seleana, you should be taking notes. Because what you learn from me in our upcoming match, will be more that you have learned in one match than what you’ve learned since being married to the nutjob. Do you even have your own personality, Seleana?

Because when I see your name, I don’t even remember that you are your own person. You are associated with being married to that nutjob. You don’t even have your own personality or your own following. I guarantee that I could ask a group of people who are SCW fans who Seleana Zdunich is and they’d not have a clue. At least they know who the nutjob is and even if I don’t say her name, which I rarely do, they would even know her as the nutjob because that’s what I call her. Her name is not of any significance of mine. And I do not think your name holds any significance anywhere other than in your own house. Or off of your wife’s lips.

Rude? Maybe. Harsh? I don’t give a fuck. The fact of the matter is, Seleana, I’m better than you. I will always be better than you. In the ring and at beating the shit out of your wife. It’s going to be refreshing stepping into the ring with you because it will be slightly new to me. It’s not like facing the nutjob, which has become more boring and routine. But beating the shit out of you will be fun, Sel. I hope you’re ready to lose because there’s really no other acceptable option.

You do have a slight advantage in this match, Sel. Because you’re married to the nutjob, who has stepped in to the ring against me several times. She’s only won a handful of times, twice that I can remember for sure. But I’ve beaten her more times than I can count. But back to the topic on hand. You have the advantage because you can learn about me in the ring from your wife. You can know what to expect and be prepared more than I could ever be prepared in this match. But whether I know what you’re like in the ring or not, I’m still going to beat the fuck out of you and make you lose. Since returning to SCW in June or July, I have not lost one single match. And I don’t intend to start now.

So I’m sorry that Mark and Christian chose to put you in a match against me, you’re not going to win. You’re not going to get a shot at me and Kristopher’s championships with a partner of your choosing. It’s just not going to happen. And that’s another thing, what the fuck?

What the hell is in it for me? I get stuck in this match against some fuck that nobody gives a fuck about and if she wins, she gets an opportunity to go up against Kristopher and I with a partner of her own choosing. But what happens when I win on Sunday? What the fuck do I get? A fucking pat on the back? Bullshit. I want more. I want an opportunity of some sort too. Fucking bullshit.

But whatever. I’ll still kick your ass on Sunday and there isn’t anything that you can do about it. You can be ready or not, that’s not my problem at all. It’s a you problem, not a Mikah problem. So fuck off and go hang out with the crazy lady that is your wife. I’ve got better shit to do rather than talk to you or about you.

Ciao.”

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 2020
TIME: 7:45 AM

Mikah walks into the gym and raises an eyebrow as she sees Courtney Pierce, Coby Quik, and Kris Ryans in the ring working on only god knows what. Mikah glances back at Christian who was still following her around and she still didn’t have any clue as to why he was following her around without any logical reasoning. She’d gone to the doctor’s to see if there was anything else going on but she passed every test with flying colors. So, she just had grown to accept it and was even encouraging her own interaction with the ghost of him.

;;MIKAH “Are you all having fun?”

They all turn to look at her as she sits down in one of the chairs that was around the ring. She doesn’t look phased by the looks that they were giving her. She crosses one leg over the other as she looks up at them and watches as Kris leans against the ropes to look at her.

::KR “You could join us…”

Mikah looks up at him, a bored look in her eyes as she does so. She shrugs her shoulders but doesn’t seem to move from her chair.

;;MIKAH “You’re right. . .I could, but I don’t want to. I just went on a run and ew. I don’t need more sweat.”

Courtney rolls her eyes at Mikah, used to the annoyance that Mikah usually portrayed.

::CP “Then why are you even in the gym, Mikah?”

Mikah looks at Courtney and shrugs her shoulders as she leans back in the chair to get a little more comfortable.

;;MIKAH “Because I can be. Plus, I don’t need to be in that ring every day, Court. I have my skills mastered.”

Courtney rolls her eyes at Mikah before turning back to face  Kris and Coby. Mikah smirks as she watches Court, Kris, and Coby work together before Kris turns to face Mikah once more. She raises an eyebrow at him.

::KR “C’mon Miks, get in the ring with us. We can do teams. Me and you versus Court and Coby. It’ll be good practice for the Barnharts.”

Mikah gives Kris a look as if she was offended by the words that had come out of his mouth. She stands up and pulls her tank top off to reveal her simple turquoise Nike bra that was paired with her super short Nike spandex black shorts. She moves and slides into the ring and gets face to face with Kris, looking up into his eyes.

;;MIKAH “What’s in it for me? And that’s insulting that you think that we need to prepare for the Barnharts, Kristopher. How many times do we have to beat them before Mark and Christian realize that they aren’t worth our time?”

Kris gives Mikah a look before shaking his head at her as they move into each corner. Mikah moves on the outside of the ropes and stands on the apron.

::KR “It still doesn’t mean that we don’t need to prepare, Miks.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at Kris as she leans against the ropes as Court moves on the other side of the ropes across from her. Kris gives Mikah a look.

;;MIKAH “We can only beat dead horse only so many times before it becomes repetitive and boring. I need something to spice it up.”

Kris gives Mikah a shake of his head before him and Coby start to square up to prepare for the match. Mikah leans against the ring post as she watches Kris and Coby work together. Mikah just stands around as she watches the pretend match between Coby and Kris.

-An hour later-

Mikah is laying in the middle of the ring after her and Kris were the proclaimed winners of the match. Kris nudges her with his foot as he looks down at her.

::KR “Get up, Miks. I know that you’re not out of shape.”

Mikah glares at him a little bit before sighing and getting up.

;;MIKAH “You owe me a drink or something.”

Kris raises an eyebrow at her before they get out of the ring and she shoots a look over to Christian who was in the corner. She cracks a smile at him before looking back at Kris.

::KR “How do you figure?”

She smirks at him as the walk out of the gym and she looks him over, her eyes moving up and down his body before she stops him in the hallway and looks up at him with that look in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “I don’t usually do that stuff in the ring and usually just do other stuff. But I did it, for you. So, you owe me.”

He shakes his head at her before running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it was already messed up.

::KR “Or I don’t owe you, this is what you signed up for.”

Mikah gives him a slightly dirty look as she folds her arms over her chest.

;;MIKAH “Maybe, I didn’t sign up to train with two other people. You, maybe, but not with others. I get that they’re in our group, and I like them well enough but it didn’t mean that I had to work with them.”

Kris sighs, clearly not wanting to deal with the conversation or argument that was brewing. She gives him a look before shaking her head at him.

::KR “Then I guess maybe you should learn to say the word no, Mikah.”

He turns to walk away but she grabs his arm to stop him, glaring at him.

;;MIKAH “And then get scrutinized by the three of you because I chose not to join in on your little game of fun? Right, because that’s fair Kristopher. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s done. I’m going to go shower and take Myles and Leighton out for lunch. You can come if you want but don’t feel obligated to come. I don’t want you to feel like you’re paying me back or anything. Jesus Christ.”

She turns and walks down the hallway, away from him. He watches her walk down the hallway before sighing and following in her direction. She pays him no mind before walking to the bathroom and turning the shower on to practically scalding hot. She starts to undress, peeling the bra off of her body and tossing it in the corner of the bathroom before wiggling the shorts down her thighs and stepping out of them. She jumps when the bathroom door open and she looks over to see Kris standing there. She gives him a look as she watches him press the lock button to the door and then peel his own shirt off as she steps into the shower. She adjusts the temperature, knowing he didn’t like it as hot as she did and within seconds, he was in the shower with her.

::KR “Nobody is going to scrutinize you, Miks. That’s not the name of the game for group. We just wanted to include you in on the training session.”

She looks at him as she steps under the spray of water and he watches her before stepping under as well, their bodies moving more together.

;;MIKAH “Maybe that’s not what the group is about but that doesn’t mean that it won’t happen, Kris. I’m not trying to be a bitch or whatever but it happens. And it’s fine.”

He sighs, not wanting to deal with the millions of moods that Mikah has but he just looks at her, water dripping down his face. She smiles a little at him as he looks at her.

::KR “It’s clearly not fine, Miks.”

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders as she steps closer to him again.

;;MIKAH “Maybe not. But I’ll get over it, okay? Just let it go, please.”

Kris shakes his head at her.

::KR “It’s not a bad thing to be prepared for the Barnharts even though we’ve beat them a few times before. We don’t want them to pull an upset on us, Miks. Being prepared is better than overlooking them as an easy win, okay? That’s all that we wanted to do today. And before you say it, I know that we have basically three weeks until we face them, but every little thing helps.”

They both hadn’t realized things about the other. Mikah was still seeing Christian Othniel in places where she shouldn’t see him and hadn’t voiced that to anybody else even though it concerned her.

;;MIKAH “Alright, I’m sorry then. Can we do that again this week and next week? I think it could help. Even though Court and Coby are ten thousand times better than Bea and Bill. And don’t tell them I said that.”

Kris smirks at her.

::KR “I’m so telling them you said that.”

Mikah scowls at him before kissing him.


SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2020
TIME: 5:45 PM

Hello Fans!

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a blog post to promote a match, but I thought I’d change things up a little bit. I hope you all don’t mind. Plus, I have a sick one year old that’s been attached to me all week and is finally sleeping in my arms. I didn’t want to put him down to film a promo for you all, so I’m settling on a blog post and hoping that it’s good enough for the both of you.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been in the ring and I honestly miss it. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not prepared for next Sunday because I’ve been doing everything that I can to get in the ring and practice what I do best. I know a lot of you don’t think that I do that because I don’t tweet about it but I’ve never tweeted about going to the gym, it is just not my thing. If you wanted to know what I was doing every part of the day, you’d have to just follow me around. See, here’s the thing about my Twitter, I can post whatever the fuck I want to post on it. It’s my account, I don’t have to post about any upcoming match or anything that it’s involved with the company if I don’t want to. That’s the beauty of living in the US, we have that freedom. So, leave that there.

Now let’s talk about Bea and Billius Barnhart. Oh? It’s not Billius? I really don’t give a fuck what his name is at all. He could be called Frank for all I care. I don’t care what his name or what it isn’t, he is not my concern. He has to step into the ring with Kris, not myself. Do I need to worry about what he thinks about his ability in the ring? Because compared to Kristopher? He’s absolute jack shit in the ring when he’s being compared to Kristopher. Is that harsh? Maybe. Do I give a fuck? No, I don’t have any fucks to give to him or anybody else for that matter.

But you know who I do have to worry about? His ugly hag of a wife. Mean? Maybe. True? Definitely so. I am not sure that I follow the appeal to her or what she thinks she brings to the talent pool in the Bombshell locker room. Not that I have to worry about sharing a locker room with the likes of her, because I have a championship but still. I’m not sure that she has the same appeal that Evie Jordan has or even Dani Weston. And I can say both of those things with confidence. Or type them, to be more exact because I’m not speaking them. But it’s the same difference, is it not?

I’m sure she’ll use the fact that I haven’t been in a match in a few weeks against me. She’ll say that I’m not a fighting champion or something of the sort but the last match I was in? I’m pretty sure that Kristopher and I won with no questions asked. We are still undefeated as a team and don’t have to worry about whether or not we’re going to lose to the likes of the Barnharts. What more do we have to do to prove that we are better than they are? Oh, because they attacked us a few weeks ago they’re suddenly worth of getting a shot at us? Bitch please, they’re barely worthy to be in my presence.

My fans know who I am. They know what I’m capable of and almost everybody in that locker room knows exactly who the fuck I am without a blink of an eye. But you look at the likes of Bea Barnhart and you wonder what she even thinks she’s doing in the company as a competitor. I mean, I don’t even think she has the right to be here as a manager. Maybe as a circus clown though, I’m sure that SCW could use one of those as a stress reliever. Oh wait, that’s more of the nutjob’s job. 😉

You see, I’ve never been worried about stepping into the ring against Bea Barnhart. I’ve done it before and it was nothing to be worried about. She talks a big game, acts like she has what it takes to beat me but in the end? She fucking can’t do shit. Where’s a real challenge for Kristopher and myself? Why can’t we get people that actually want to try to take the championships from us? A team who doesn’t just want to lay down and take the L? Is there even such a thing? I highly doubt it. But I am waiting for Ben and Evie Jordan to form a team to take us on. That will be interesting to see.

There aren’t a lot of teams in the company that stand a chance to take the championships away from us, if I’m being completely and utterly honest. Bold of me to say, maybe but do you expect anything else from me? Hello, if you’re just tuning into me and don’t know a fuck about me, then that’s your problem. I know what I have done in the ring and what I’m about to do in that ring in eight days. And Bea and Billius? They don’t stand a chance against Kristopher and I. This is only our second defense of the championships and we’re not about to let them go so easily.

Should I be taking the match more seriously? Probably but is it worth stressing over? Definitely not. We’ve beaten them before and I guarantee that we will do it again in eight days. Don’t expect that to change just because Billius and Bea think that they stand a chance against the likes of Kristopher and I.  It’s laughable, really. I mean, I’d be laughing out loud at the thought if I didn’t want to wake my sleeping son up. But really, come on. Anybody with a brain can see that Kristopher and I are miles ahead of Bea and Billius when it comes to the talent pool.

Talented or not, which we all know that the two brainless wonders are anything but that, it doesn’t matter. Kristopher and I as a team are unstoppable and I’d like to see the witless wonders try to beat us. I mean maybe they’ll surprise me and bring the fight to the ring next Sunday and give Kristopher and I a real challenge but it’s very unlikely.

There’s a reason that I came back to team with Kristopher, you know. I know that I’ve stated that I hated tag team wrestling in the past and that it would never happen but here I am, one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions with Kristopher as my partner. The only reason that I hated tag team wrestling before was because it was not a mixed tag division. I can honestly say that I trust Kristopher 110% as my partner and that’s the only reason I came back. I know that I can trust him. People will say that I came back to be a grand slam champion but that is still not something that I care about being. Am I one? Yes, obviously. But do I fucking care about it? Not one bit.

This was fun to type up but I’m going to go lie down with my son. See you soon!

Xoxo
Mikah.