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Climax Control Archives / Time to Face Reality
« on: March 04, 2022, 11:10:43 PM »
“HOMESICK.”
LOCATION:JUNCTION, COLORADO.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6.
SCENE: i
REC

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


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

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


;;MIKAH “Hi Myles and Leigh.”

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

::LEIGHTON “Hi mom.”

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

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

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

;;MIKAH “Are you being good, Myles?”

Myles nods his head and Leighton smiles.

::MYLES “I be good, mama.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

::MYLES “Mama, wook!”

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

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

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

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

Mikah smiles at her.

;;MIKAH “What’s his name?”

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

::LEIGHTON “His name is Noah.”

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

::MYLES “Weighton wikes Noah.”

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

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

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

::LEIGHTON “Myles! That’s not funny!”

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

::MYLES “Weighton wuvs Noah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

::LEIGHTON “MOM!”

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

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

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

::MYLES “Mama, I weaving. Bye!”

Mikah watches as Leighton stops him for a moment.

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

Mikah watches as Myles blows her a kiss and waves.

::MYLES “Bye mama! I wuv you too!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leighton frowns a little bit.

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

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

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

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

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

Mikah nods her head.

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

Leighton chuckles a little bit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mikah watches as Leighton nods her head in understanding.

::LEIGHTON “Alright mom. Love you.”

Mikah smiles before pushing her hair out of her face.

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

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

“TIME TO FACE REALITY.”
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

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


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

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


;;MIKAH “This….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

;;MIKAH “Is that it’s all a façade…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She rolls her eyes again.

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

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

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

She smirks again.

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

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

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

She makes a face at the thought once more.

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

She nods with her own words.

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

Mikah shudders at the thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smirks.

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

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

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

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

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

Again, she shudders at the thought.

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

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

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

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

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

She winks at the camera.

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

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

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

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

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

She smirks once more.

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

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

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Climax Control Archives / Favorite Crime
« on: February 25, 2022, 06:23:32 PM »
“INTENTIONS.”
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6.
SCENE: i
REC

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.”

“FAVORITE CRIME.”
LOCATION: RENO, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

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”

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Climax Control Archives / Champagne Problems
« on: February 04, 2022, 11:01:45 PM »
“WHAT A TIME.”
LOCATION:KANEOHE. HAWAII.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 7.
SCENE: i
REC

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

::ALLY “Both of you calm down.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mikah rolls her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

;;MIKAH “My social skills are fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mikah gives Ally a look as if she was crazy.

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

Ally raises an eyebrow at her.

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

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

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

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

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

Ally chuckles at the thought of Mikah turning it down.

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

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

::ALLY “Your opinion.”

Mikah smirks over at Ally before sitting up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

::ALLY “Who’s?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS.”
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She makes a face before smirking once more.

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

She smirks a little bit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smirks a little bit.

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

She shrugs her shoulders again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She winks at the camera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shakes her head no.

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

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

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

She glances behind one of the letters of Lady Luck.

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

She smirks again.

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

She winks at the camera.

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

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

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

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

;;MIKAH “Sunday can’t come faster….”

She takes a sip of the bubbly liquid before smirking.

;;MIKAH “Soon to be forty-two days.”

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

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

4
Climax Control Archives / Fresh
« on: April 16, 2021, 11:55:22 PM »
“A Fresh Start?”
4/13/2021.
New York City, New York.
OFF CAMERA.

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

;;MIKAH “This week has been exhausting.”

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

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

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

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

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

Elowyn: “He’s missed you, Mikah.”

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

Elowyn shrugs her shoulders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elowyn shrugs her shoulders.

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

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

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

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

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

Mikah nods her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-The next day-

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

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

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

Leighton: “When will you be home next?”

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

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

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

Leighton: “What?”

Mikah raises her eyebrows at the typical teenage answer.

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

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

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

Mikah smiles before giving Leighton a hug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leighton smiles at Mikah.

Leighton: “I love you too, Mom.”

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

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

Leighton gives Mikah a look.

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

Mikah smiles before standing up and grabbing her suitcase.

;;MIKAH “I love you both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ciao.

5
Climax Control Archives / Home
« on: March 05, 2021, 11:57:45 PM »
“THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME.”
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6
SCENE: i
REC

MONDAY, MARCH 1, 2021
TIME:2:30 P.M.


Mikah stands on the sidewalk, staring at Jack and Becca’s bar that she had spent so many hours at when she had been pregnant with Leighton and even after she had her oldest child. Jack and Becca were more like her parents than her biological parents were and that made a lasting impact on Mikah. But she stands on the sidewalk, staring at the building that now had a closed sign on it. Mikah runs a hand through her platinum locks as she thinks about all of the things that Becca had taught her during her pregnancy. And then in Leighton’s newborn stage. It was because of Becca that Mikah had turned out to be a pretty decent mother, even though she still had her doubts about it, most days.

::ER “I’m surprised to see you here.”

Mikah turns around and looks at the young woman, who now stood in front of her. A smile halfway graces her lips as she looks at her. It had been closing in on three years since she last saw the young girl that had once shown great promise in the ring but family came first. And Mikah fully understood that.

;;MIKAH “Life has been crazy the past few years.”

Mikah looks over at her and sees that not much has changed in her appearance. But she had something about her that screamed more mature than the last time that Mikah had seen her.

;;MIKAH “How’s your siblings, Ellie?”

Mikah looks at Elowyn, who relaxes a little bit once she realizes that Mikah actually remembered who she was.

::ER “They’re fine. Asher is graduating in May and I’m struggling to maintain my cool with Auden, who only wants to be an adult. And Lincoln is just really smart and is enjoying his friends at school.”

Mikah smiles at Elowyn and then looks back at the building, before her eyes look back at Elowyn. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

;;MIKAH “How long has this been closed?”

Ellie looks at the closed down bar before looking at Mikah again.

::ER “A while, actually. They tried to sell it but when COVID hit and everybody went into quarantine, they couldn’t. So it’s just been sitting there empty since September of 2019. I think they tried to call you because they knew how important this place was to you but they must not have had the right phone number because Becca said that she never got a hold of you. But then they both got COVID and didn’t make it.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow before walking over to the building and Ellie follows her, raising an eyebrow at the blonde. Mikah’s quiet for a moment before finding the hide a key that was hidden in a spot that only her, Becca, and Jack knew about. Ellie watches as Mikah unlocks the door and walk inside and then putting the key in the pocket of her jacket.

;;MIKAH “I lived in the apartment above the bar when I was just barely over eighteen years of age, Ellie. I ran away from Seattle, from my biological parents because I couldn’t stand they way that they handled…things. Becca and Jack treated me like their daughter and I definitely didn’t appreciate them as much as I should have. I had my daughter here and Becca treated Leighton like her own granddaughter and helped me with her the best that she could. They didn’t have children of their own; something about complications and fertility so they were happy to dote on Leighton and me. I should have come back more than I have but…I got busy. I had another baby and I always wanted to come back so that they could have met Myles but it just…it wasn’t in the cards.”

Ellie could see the raw emotion in Mikah’s eyes as she talks about Jack and Becca and her regrets in life. Ellie watches as Mikah moves to one of the closed doors and grabs the key from her pocket again and uses it to unlock the door.

::ER Are you supposed to…“”

She doesn’t get an answer as Mikah starts to move up the stairs and Ellie quickly follows the blonde up the stairs. Mikah unlocks the door to the apartment and walks inside, placing the key back in her pocket. She runs a hand over one of the kitchen counters. It was a small apartment; just one bedroom, one bath, a kitchen and a living room and that was it. It was fully furnished and Mikah smiles as she sees a picture of her and Leighton taped to the fridge still. Mikah walks over to the picture and touches the tips of her fingers to the image, looking at the baby form of her now 15 year old daughter.

;;MIKAH “Becca always loved this picture. She says it’s how she remembers me before I got into wrestling and before I got to be such a big name and had this reputation of being a bitch. She says that this is who I really am and she always said that she could see how much I loved Leighton even though I seemed terrified of motherhood for the first two months of Leighton’s life.”

Mikah’s eyes look over the slightly faded photograph as she looks and remembers what it had been like as a young mother with a new born child.

::ER “They loved you, you know. They talked about you often and tried to make sure that people knew about you. They were proud of you and how you made something out of yourself instead of just living above the bar and working the bar.”

Mikah smiles as she looks over at Ellie before walking over to one of the windows and looking out.

;;MIKAH “I spent a lot of hours at this window with Leighton when she was a baby. She liked to people watch.”

She was reminiscing about the days of her youth and how it had been as a single mother. She hadn’t entirely been alone as she had Leighton, Becca, and Jack. But it was still different when she was alone in the apartment with the baby.

::ER “You seem to have your shit together now…and you have another child…”

A laugh escapes Mikah’s lips as she glances over at Ellie.

;;MIKAH “Right. Divorced, with two children, each of them has a different father. And I can’t decide what I want to do with my life.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow at Mikah’s small confession.

::ER “I thought you knew what you wanted to do with your life. And were doing it…”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders at Ellie.

;;MIKAH “Wrestling? That’s easy; I could do that blindfolded and be good at it but my personal life? That’s kind of in shambles. No direction, just living.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks around the apartment.

::ER “You know that’s not a bad thing, there could be worse things, Mikah. You know that you helped me so much in 2018. You got me this great job with amazing benefits and helped me find the best for my siblings. You need to give yourself more credit.”

Mikah chuckles before turning and looking at Ellie, an unrecognizable emotion in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “You might be the only person that thinks that. I don’t think that there are a lot of people in the world that think I’m a good person. They can’t separate me from what they see on TV or in the ring; they think that’s who I am. And granted, that’s who I let them see but..”

She shrugs her shoulders as she stops talking for a moment.

::ER “Fuck them. You know who you are, Mikah. And that’s all that really matters. Jack and Becca believed in you and I think that that is important. They knew that you were a good person despite everything that you say about yourself. You didn’t even know me two and a half years ago and yet, you helped me more than you will ever know. And I surely didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have. And without you, I wouldn’t have met Adam at all and now he’s living with me and helping me out with my chaotic siblings. You’re better than what the trolls say that you are.”

Mikah smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “I have to face one of the girls that I’m training at Jet City South. She claims to be a mini me but she doesn’t have the personality that I did at her age. She’s good in the ring because duh, I’m the one who’s worked with her. But she’s way too talkative and way too perky to be a mini me. You are more of a mini me than she is. And nobody is going to be exactly how I was ten years or so ago. I was in a different place and still running around with Christian Othniel and hanging off of every word that man said. And the alcohol was out of control. It was a disaster.”

Mikah sighs before running a hand through her hair.

::ER “You’ve grown up well, though. You seem to have gotten over that stage of your life.”

Mikah nods her head, a smile on her face.

;;MIKAH “It took a while to figure out, I’ll admit that. But once I got it figured out, it was easy to get my shit in order.  But hey do you know how to run a camera? I have an idea…”

A glint appears in her eyes as she looks at Ellie, a smirk spreading across her face.

::ER “Yes, I know how to do that.”

Mikah smiles and walks over to the fridge and takes the picture off of the fridge and motions for Ellie to follow her. Ellie raises an eyebrow but follows the blonde back down the stairs to the bar.

;;MIKAH “Great. I have the perfect idea for my promo for this weekend. Everybody’s gonna be surprised.”

“ROOTS.”
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6
SCENE: ii
REC

MONDAY, MARCH 1 2021
TIME: 4:45 PM


The scene opens up to see Mikah sitting on a bar in front of a mirror that she’d taped plenty of old pictures of herself and Leighton all over. She smirks as she looks at the camera as it zooms in just enough as Mikah holds up the picture that had been on the fridge earlier.

;;MIKAH “This is who I am.”

She looks at the picture, a look of admiration on her pretty face before she looks back at the camera as she lets the camera zoom in on the picture of her and Leighton.

;;MIKAH “Or who I was at eighteen years old. This is before I got into wrestling and before I even formed who I am today. This little girl in my arms is my daughter, Leighton, who is currently fifteen years old and flourishing well in her world. But do you know who she’s going to be?”

Mikah flicks her eyes to the camera again.

;;MIKAH “She’s going to be better than I am in the world. She’s going to be a better human being than I am. She’s better than me and I’m admitting that openly.”

She didn’t seem to mind admitting that to the people that would be watching this or to her opponents. She always claimed that Leighton would definitely be a better person than she was and she always hoped that she was.

;;MIKAH “But do you know what she’s not? She’s not me. She will probably not get into wrestling and that’s okay. She won’t be the next me and that’s why I was looking for the next Mikah to take over and that’s where my opponent comes in on Sunday. Ruby Steele.”

Mikah cracks a smirk for a moment at the mention of her protégé’s name.

;;MIKAH “Now Ruby, you’re good in the ring. Trust me I know and I’m not about to bad mouth you, because that’s not who I am. I don’t bad mouth the people who I trained and worked with or work with on a regular basis. Do you have flaws?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera before nodding her head.

;;MIKAH “Of course you do.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “But that doesn’t take away the fact that in that ring? You’re excellent and you’ve set out to do everything that you said that you were going to do when you said you would. And that’s impressive for a rookie, I’m not going to lie. You have an excessive amount of talent in your body but there is a few differences between you and myself.”

She smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “For starters, you are a lot more perky than I am. And you talk. A lot. And you seem to like people whereas I seem to stray away from people. You have support you’re your family and you don’t have that edge that I did when I was your age. Is that a bad thing? No, you have a different sort of edge when it comes to competing and that is not at all a bad thing.”

She smirks a little bit.

;;MIKAH “You see, when I was your age, Ruby. I was ruthless, emotionless. This?”

She pushes the picture closer to the camera so she can show off the happy picture of her and Leighton.

;;MIKAH “This girl was gone.”

She pointed to herself in the picture.

;;MIKAH “She didn’t exist anymore. I had been in the business for a year or more and I had changed. The wrestling world changed who I was in such a short time that I had grown into this ruthless person. This person that didn’t give a fuck about what other people said about me. I won most every match I was in back then and I was good. I was on my way to being the best and I knew that. And I put my career before my daughter and let myself be that ruthless, cold hearted person.”

She reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear.

;;MIKAH “You are not a cold hearted person, Ruby. And that’s not a bad thing but it makes you vastly different from me in every way there could be. You wear your heart on your sleeve but you still kick ass while doing it. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let anybody into my life until 2010 when I met CO for the second time but sober this time. He changed who I was and shaped who I have become. And I know you’re hoping that I can do that as your trainer.”

She smirks softly.

;;MIKAH “But what I can teach you, can only be taught in the ring. I can’t teach you to be heartless or cold hearted. I can teach you how to execute a move in the ring flawlessly but I can’t teach you to walk around with a chip on your shoulder because you feel like the world had wronged you in more ways than one.”

Mikah grabs a picture and shows a vastly different picture of herself that had been taken in 2010. She was way too thin and looked as if she was on something.

;;MIKAH “This….this version of me had so many issues. I barely ate; I ran all the time and I lied to the doctors and people who employed me so I could continue to do what I loved. I loved alcohol more than I loved my job in 2009 to early 2010. I was a mess and I knew it but I didn’t care. And you’re lucky that you’re not facing this version of me. This version? She’d kick your ass for fun and not regret any part of it. She’d hurt you without caring if it actually was real or not. She held no empathy for anybody other than her daughter. She couldn’t feel anything but the need to be skinny and the need to be the best. She even beat her then husband’s sister up multiple times and often insulted her just because she thought it was fun. This girl was a walking work hazard.”

It was the truth.

;;MIKAH “But that’s not who I am today. You see, I’ve grown since my days in my twenties. I grew up and I’ve learned how to control my emotions a little better. I’ve learned how to love somebody and how to be the best version of me and not intentionally hurt people if I didn’t have to.”

She takes a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

;;MIKAH “I am still just as good in that ring but I’m more in tune with what I’m doing in that ring. I’m not reckless anymore and I don’t have that chip on my shoulder anymore. This? This bar is what shaped me before I got into wrestling. The people who owned this bar were basically like my parents and I loved them. They would have been so ashamed of my actions that I hid from them but no more. I’m not going to be that person again. I’m going to be better; I’m going to be the best and unfortunately, Ruby. I’m going to have to show you how it’s done on Sunday. I’m going to have to show you why I am the measuring stick when it comes to the Bombshells. Why people compare the newer Bombshells to me and my record. Because I am the best there is and whether I win or lose this weekend, you’ll understand why I’m the best there is and you’re going to get a real treat this weekend when we step into the ring against one another. But remember…”

She winks at the camera as she shakes her hair out of her face.

;;MIKAH “I trained you, Ruby. I know more about you than you think I do. And I get that you know me as well, but I’m still very much aware of what you can and what you can’t do in that wrestling ring. And I’m prepared to take on whatever it is you give me on Sunday. And I know that you’re ready for it because I’ve trained you to be. You’re just going to have to bring your best, Ruby.”

She smiles at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Because when it comes down to it, that’s all that we have to do. Is be our best.”

She goes to end the promo but Ellie stops her.

::ER “Wait…isn’t this a tag team match?”

Mikah blinks a few times as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “I guess it is…”

She rolls her eyes at the camera.

;;MIKAH “It doesn’t matter, really. Her partner doesn’t exist, he’s a figament of the imagination. And my partner? He better show up on Sunday or I’ll kick him in the face if he doesn’t bring his A game.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I’m not sorry about it. But this isn’t fucking preschool and this isn’t recess. I’m not about to let somebody who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about the fact that they got teamed with the best damned Bombshell that they could get. And they like to think that I’m going to just be easy to work with. You want me to respect you, Lachlan? Earn my fucking respect. You’ve done fuck all to earn it. And you’re going to have to work hard on Sunday to go up against Ruby’s nonexistent partner. And you’ll be lucky if I let you tag me in. If it goes how I think it’s going to.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “Or maybe it will be a surprise. Maybe you’ll show up to work for the win. But just a reminder I’m not afraid to put you in your place no matter what genitalia you have. Don’t hold me down and we’ll be fine, Lachlan.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH “As for Ruby’s nonexistent partner, just shut up. You talk to much.”

She slides down off of the bar and flicks her hair over her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “See you on Sunday. You all better be ready for the fight of your life.”

She smirks as she walks towards the door to leave the bar and she stops to look back at the mirror that was covered in pictures of her. She lets her eyes linger for a moment. There were plenty of memories that were being shown on the camera and she smiles before looking at Ellie, who was controlling the camera the best that she could. Another smirk slides on Mikah’s face as she looks at Ellie then straight into the camera’s lense.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”


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Climax Control Archives / MIKAHVISION
« on: February 12, 2021, 11:57:58 PM »
“BLACK AND WHITE.”
LOCATION:DOESN’T MATTER, ALTERNATE REALITY.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6
SCENE: i
REC

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..”


“MIKAHVISION.”
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

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.”

7
Climax Control Archives / Levels
« on: January 08, 2021, 10:36:12 PM »
“WAKE UP CALL.”
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK..
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6
SCENE: i
REC

MONDAY, JANUARY 4, 2021
TIME:10:30 A.M.


Mikah sits outside of the office that she hadn’t been to in almost four years before looking over at her passenger’s seat where Masen Christian Othniel was still sitting. She was still unsure if she wanted to go inside and tackle whatever problem she was avoiding. She looks at him, tears filling her eyes unwillingly as she thinks about the possibility of not seeing him anymore. She knew that he wasn’t real and that this was just some sort of trick her mind was playing on her but she didn’t care, she didn’t want to face the reality and pretend that he wasn’t here anymore.

;;Mikah “I know that you’re not really here. But I still just…I don’t want to face it.”

Did she honestly expect him to say anything back to her? She knew that he would, however because he was a part of her imagination, something she conjured up because? She wasn’t sure of the why. She was hoping that Dr. Parker could steer her in the right direction of clarity or peace of mind, or whatever it was she was searching for.

::CO  “You know that this isn’t going to help you. You don’t actually want to get rid of me.”

She knew that he was right; she knew that she didn’t want to get rid of him. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to know the cause of the issue at hand. Or why she was so desperately hanging onto him and his memory.

;;MIKAH “Something is telling me that I need to, though. I might not want to get rid of you, Mase. But this…this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be talking to a ghost or a figment of my imagination. Masen, I love you. I will always love you, no matter where I am in my life but this…this isn’t sane.”

She didn’t want to just let him go as she wasn’t sure that would even work. She was sure that somewhere in her subconscious, she wanted him around as long as she possibly could have him around. She takes a deep breath before opening the door to her car and stepping out of it before shutting the door and locking the door behind her. She looks at the building before walking to the doors and walking inside and taking the correct elevator to the floor where her psychologist was located. She puts her mask on before walking into the lobby and checking in with the secretary. She sits to wait for Dr. Spencer Parker and she barely had time to cross her legs before his door opens and he smiles warmly at her.

||DR. PARKER “Mikah, please come in.”

It always impressed her that he made it a point to make sure that he called her by her name instead of by her last name. It was something she had requested in one of their first sessions and the fact that he made sure to call her by the name she requested he use, left an impact on her. She follows him into his office and sits in the chair that was offered to her and smiles at him, even though he couldn’t see it through the mask.

;;MIKAH “Thanks for seeing me today, Dr. Parker. I know that you’ve probably had a busy schedule..”

He smiles at her, the smile reaching his eyes as he sits next to her.

||DR. PARKER “Actually, it’s been quiet around here. A lot of my patients are doing Zoom meetings because they’re scared to leave their home. And I can’t say that I blame them; it’s a scary World out there. 2020 has been rough to a lot of Americans. How has 2020 been treating you?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at him before chuckling and shaking her head. She wasn’t sure she wanted to dive into the shitshow that 2020 was. Or at least, maybe not yet and she was good at deflecting.

;;MIKAH “I couldn’t imagine doing a Zoom meeting for a session. I’m not sure that I would get anything out of a session from a Zoom call. I think it’s important to meet face to face, even with one of these horrid things on.”

She was definitely talking about the masks. She knew that they were important and slowed the spread of the virus but it definitely wasn’t easy remembering to have one on her everywhere she went.

||DR. PARKER “I think you’d adapt if you had to.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at him, not sure if she believed where he was coming from. She was sure that she could have adapted if she had to but she preferred in person sessions and she was glad that Dr. Parker agreed to see her. She had to figure out this Christian Othniel situation.

;;MIKAH “Maybe. But it’s doubtful, I think I personally do better with in person sessions rather than the ones that happen over an electronic device.”

He just chuckles to himself before looking at her.

||DR. PARKER “But you’d adapt, most people have enjoyed doing the Zoom meetings, actually.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “It’s just another excuse for them to stay home. I don’t believe in living in fear. I believe that the virus is very real but I can’t just…not live my life. I don’t think that it’s going to go away anytime soon. And there’s so much that the scientists still don’t know about this virus that I’m not sure that this vaccine is going to be the cure all for the virus either.”

Dr. Parker nods his head, understanding where she was coming from. He of course had learned about a lot of people’s fears when it came to the virus and understanding it.

||DR. PARKER “That’s completely understandable. And it’s completely up to you on whether or not you get the vaccine.”

Mikah nods her head; she understood that. But she wasn’t sure where SCW was going to stand on the vaccine end of things. Would they want everybody to get vaccinated to be safe?

;;MIKAH “Or it’s up to SCW if I get vaccinated and if I still want a job. But that’s not really why I’m here, and I’m sure that you know that, Dr. Parker. You’re not stupid.”

He smiles at her, the emotion reaching his kind eyes as he leans back against the chair and looks at her.

||DR. PARKER “Do you think that they will try to make you get the vaccine?”

She hadn’t thought about it like that and hadn’t voiced her opinions or concerns to neither Mark Ward nor Christian Underwood. She hadn’t even thought about wrestling since she came to NYC before Christmas. It was nice to get back to where she had always felt at home.

;;MIKAH “Um…I’m honestly not sure what their policy is going to be when it comes to the vaccine. I don’t think it’s been brought up on Twitter or any place else.”

Why was she delaying the inevitable and what she exactly wanted to talk about? She was enjoying just talking to him about anything, though. And it was nice not to worry about whether or not he had an ulterior motive. And he was nice to look at..

||DR. PARKER “I see. It’s been almost four years since I’ve last seen you, has anything happened that you’d like to talk about?”

And there it was. The words that she didn’t necessarily care to hear but knew that it’d come up eventually. And it was technically the reason she was here, in one way or the other.

;;MIKAH “Well…I retired from SCW in September of 2018 to just spend time with my now ex-husband. Had a baby in June of 2019 and he’s the most precious little boy I’ve ever been around. Got a divorce in March of 2020 during the quarantine life and moved to San Diego, California to spend time with a…friend. Oh, and I’m talking to my dead best friend’s ghost. Or a figment of my imagination, I’m really not sure which.”

She watches his face, trying to decide how he was going to decipher everything that she had just told him. It probably wasn’t every day that he heard that somebody was talking to somebody that was dead. Or at least, somebody that wasn’t scared to admit that out loud anyways.

||DR. PARKER “It sounds like your life has taken a few twists and turns since the last time that we met, Mikah. How are you doing after your divorce from Drake Green?”

It was impressive to her that he even remembered her ex-husband’s name. Attentive people were her favorite kind of people to be around. Ones that remembered what she liked and didn’t like or one that remembered people’s names.

;;MIKAH “I’m alright. It wasn’t that surprising, really. Things had been going downhill for awhile. He and I were both good at faking appearances. And I just decided I couldn’t just be that same person anymore. I wanted a better example for my daughter and my son to. And that’s not me bashing, Drake. But I want my daughter to get into a healthy relationship, instead of one that was solely based on whatever it was Drake and I had. Plus, I didn’t want Myles around the drugs that Drake was into every other month or whatever.”

She knew that separating from Drake was the best choice she could have made and she hoped that he felt that too. She hoped that he didn’t think that she just wanted to leave him to be free to fuck around with Kris whenever she wanted because that wasn’t the case. She had to make decisions for her children and things that he was participating in wasn’t always safe for a baby to be around. And she didn’t feel comfortable leaving Myles in his care because she could never be 100% sure that he was going to stay sober.

||DR. PARKER “It sounds like you made a responsible decision for your family, Mikah. I’m proud of you that you put your children first.”

Mikah cracks a half smile, even though he couldn’t see it.

;;MIKAH “But was it really a responsible decision to move to San Diego?”

Her eyes move up to his as she leaves the question out there for him. It was no secret that her and California never really meshed well together. There was something about the way that Christian died in California and the way it left her feeling every time, just never set well with her. But she had to admit that the sunsets on the west coast were beautiful.

||DR. PARKER “Why would it not be?”

She hesitates for a moment, looking at him as she tries to think out the answer she wanted to give him. She was amazed that Christian Othniel hadn’t appeared in Dr. Parker’s office. But maybe that was because she didn’t want him there.

;;MIKAH “Malibu is where Christian OD’d on heroin. Oh, and I almost OD’d on heroin in 2018 as well. Let’s add that to the list of things that shouldn’t have happened but did.”

She still felt guilty about that night and about the fact that Kris had been the one to find her. She hadn’t planned on taking the drugs that night but she was in a dark place and she just did.

||DR. PARKER “Do you still have that problem?”

She knew he wasn’t asking to be intervening or anything.

;;MIKAH “No, I don’t. I don’t even understand why I did it two and a half years ago, honestly. It wasn’t even a problem then, to be honest. It was just something that I chose to do on a whim and I regret it now.”

She tried explaining it the best that she could without going into the details that she had found herself in the in-between and had been able to talk with Christian Othniel. She didn’t want to talk about the fact that she hadn’t really wanted to come back from that point either. That she enjoyed the time that she spent with Christian Othniel in the in-between.

||DR. PARKER “I’m glad to hear that, Mikah. So, why did you choose to move to San Diego if you don’t like California?”

She smiles underneath the mask again, her eyes twinkling just a bit with a memory dancing behind them. She looks at him before chuckling.

;;MIKAH “Kristopher. He’s the reason.”

She didn’t expect him to know who Kris was as she hadn’t really talked about him before. Because during their last session, she hadn’t started anything with Kris yet.

||DR. PARKER “And who is Kristopher?”

Mikah looks at him before looking around his office, noting all the different but simple décor in his office that he had. She liked the simplicity look that he had. It was freeing to see and made her feel more at home.

;;MIKAH “A friend. Well, a little more than a friend, I think. I never know where I stand with him. But that’s what I call it now a days.”

She didn’t want to get into the adultery she’d committed because she’d have to explain that Drake also committed adultery as well. It was an open playing field between the two of them, or at least it had been back then.

||DR. PARKER “Oh okay. Do you feel as if you don’t have any other place to go?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “No, I still have my New York place because I wouldn’t ever really, truly give that up. It’s my home but Kristopher…is like my person, I guess? Or he is now. Masen will always be my favorite person but he’s dead. Or I thought he was but this ghost or figment thing seems so real…”

She didn’t know how to explain it because she herself didn’t understand what it meant. Or if it even meant anything.

||DR. PARKER “I don’t believe that it’s a ghost but more something that you’ve thought up and don’t want to let go of. Have you thought about the reason he showed up? Or how you’ve been feeling?”

Mikah looks at him with a blank look on her pretty face. She hadn’t really thought about it like that and now she was curious if he was onto something. Maybe she hadn’t really needed a session with him but it was helping more than she wanted it to.

;;MIKAH “I guess that makes sense. . .”

She was hesitant to admit that out loud to him. There was still a big part of her that didn’t want to let go of the vision of Christian but she had to. She couldn’t just hang onto him for the rest of her life; she had to try to move on with her life.

||DR. PARKER “I know you’ve had problems with letting go of him in the past, but it’s not healthy to keep holding onto him, Mikah. You’ve got to let him go so you can move on with your life and move forward. You have a daughter and a son to worry about and you want to be healthy for them. And hanging onto him like this isn’t healthy.”

Tears filled her eyes whether she wanted them to or not and she blinks, trying to blink them away but instead they just spill down her face.

;;MIKAH “It’s so hard to let him go, though. I love him.”

Dr. Parker looks at her, his eyes on her and she can sense that he’s smiling underneath the mask.

||DR. PARKER “I know, Mikah but you can still love him without holding onto him as much. He will always be a part of your life in some way. But seeing something that isn’t there isn’t healthy.”

She knew that he was right. After all, he was trained to do this and to help her through whatever it was that she was feeling at the moment. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, thankful for once that she didn’t have to wear glasses.

;;MIKAH “I know it’s not healthy, that’s why I’m here. I don’t know how to let him go…”

She wanted to be able to think about him without making him appear in front of her. She didn’t want to seem crazy; after all she’d worked so hard to get to where she was in her life. She didn’t want to backslide.

||DR. PARKER “You have to take it one day at a time, Mikah. Just talk yourself through each day and get through it. Try not to think about him too much and try not to think that you want to talk to him. I know that you know he’s not really there, so focus that energy on something else. Like preparing for your upcoming match or into your children.”

She looks at him and completely understood where he was coming from. She was trying her best to focus on her career and her kids and ignore everything else. But Christian Othniel was a main topic in her life.

;;MIKAH “That’s actually a really good idea…”

He watches her, taking in the way she was taking in the information he was giving her. He writes something down in her file before looking at her.

||DR. PARKER “Do you think that you can do it, Mikah? Let him go and move on with your life?”

She looks at him, an unreadable emotion on her face as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “I want to. I want to be able to have a life that I lived without any regrets. And I know that this whole thing about him is going to be something that I am going to regret. So I want to, and I’m going to try. I’m going to try like hell to let him go so I can move on with my life.”

She holds a hopeful look in her eyes, hoping that she could keep up with want she wanted out of her life. She wasn’t sure that she could be strong enough to do it but she was damn well going to try.

||DR. PARKER “That’s a great mindset to have, Mikah. I think that’s all the time we have for today. I will let you schedule a session whenever you feel like you need one; that is what I’m here for.”

He offers her another unseen smile as they stand up. He shakes her hand before she walks out of his office, a newfound sense of confidence about her. She felt strong now, but she wasn’t sure that she would feel that when she was by herself and left alone with her thoughts. Only time would tell.

“LEVELS.”
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

FRIDAY, JANUARY 8, 2021
TIME: 2:45 PM


The scene opens up to show Mikah sitting in a small room with clips of her matches playing on the walls via green screen. She was sitting on a white stool dressed in a pair of skinny jeans that met a pair of converse that were different. On her right foot was a turquoise converse shoe and on her left foot was an orange converse shoe. And she had on a simple light teal North Face hoodie and her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. If there was one thing about New York City she hated, it was the weather. And she blamed Kris for making her enjoy the California sun.

;;MIKAH “If I was a better person, I’d welcome you all into the shithole that is 2021. But let’s be honest, I’m not a better person and I don’t think anybody should be welcomed into this shithole. Well, or maybe you all should be welcomed into this shithole of a year. Maybe it’s what you deserve.

But we’re not here to talk about the shitty new year or how it’s not going to be any different from last year. We’re here to talk about the fact that I have a match in two days against Johanna. Johanna is somebody that I’ve already been in the ring with since my return to SCW in 2020. I’m sure she remembers, right Johanna? Remember when Kristopher and I teamed up against you and Austin and Kristopher and I won? Do you remember that?

Because I do. I remember that night and that match. And sure, while the while might have been based on a technicality, it doesn’t mean that it’s not there in the record books. And while, it wasn’t myself who got the win, it’s still a win that I have over you Johanna. And that’s something that I can say when I walk into the arena on Sunday and out to the ring. I can hold it over your head and make you feel as if you’re not as good as me when it comes to that wrestling ring. And let me tell you something, you’re not. You are not as good as I am in that ring. And I’m going to be honest, there’s not many people in this company that could hold a torch to my talent in that ring. Is that a little arrogant? Maybe. But is it true? Yes, yes it is. I am what the Bombshells should be measured up to. I’m what every Bombshell should aspire to be.

And do you want to know why?

Because I’m the one that holds the most reliability when it comes to holding a championship. I am a three time Bombshell Champion and each time I held that title, I held it for an extended amount of time. I’m not a flash in the skillet nor am I a transitional champion, I’m one that everybody should want to be. And I’m the number one Bombshell in the company, Tommy Knocks said so. And what are you, Johanna?

I’ll tell you what you are, you’re another interchangeable Bombshell that they booked in a match against me because they had nothing better to do. And because they had to throw you a bone to keep you interested in the company somehow. Because who the fuck even cares about Wolfslair now? It’s all about the Black Sheep now. And why shouldn’t it be?

We’re the best thing that SCW has going for them right now. Our record? It’s shiny and fucking perfect as a team. And my record since returning? It’s fucking perfect. And I strive for nothing but perfection now. I’ve tasted what it feels like to be undefeated and I’m not going to just let somebody like you take away my perfect record, Johanna. I’m not easy to beat and I don’t give up, either. And I’m sure you’re decent enough the ring to be able to actual hold your own but you’re not me. You’re nothing compared to me in that ring.

You see, I don’t have to work as hard to be as flawless as I am in that ring; it’s just something that comes naturally to me. I’m that type of person and it’s something I’ve been into for almost fourteen years. This has been my entire life pretty much and so, walking into that ring on Sunday is going to be like second nature to me. It’s not going to be nerve wracking at all. I don’t have to worry about the fans that will or won’t be in attendance. And I definitely don’t give a fuck if they like me or not.

Because they don’t have to like me but you can bet your fucking ugly ass that damn well know that I’m the best that there is in that ring. I bring everything I have to every match I’m in and I give them the show that they deserve. And I’m sure you try to give it your all and put everything you are into a match but you’re just not on the same level as I am, Johanna. You aren’t the same caliber of competitor that I am. Or hell, even Alicia is. How does it feel knowing that you’re the least known member of Wolfslair? Does it eat at you at night? Does it make your blood boil to think about how nobody gives a fucking shit about you or your existence? Because I fucking didn’t know that you were a part of that group until Alex Jones tweeted about it back in August or September, whenever it was he told Kristopher and myself who we were stepping into the ring with. It has to bother you because why wouldn’t it? You don’t have hardly any accomplishments under your belt that screams that you have talent. Nobody’s going to remember you when you walk away from the company and it will almost be like you were never here. I’d say that it’s sad but let’s face it, it’s not. Not really.

There are so many people that walk away from SCW that are forgotten about and but there are only a handful that will never be forgotten. People like Simon Jones, JDoubleH, Melody Grace, and Drake Green just to name a few. There are a few more but I won’t bore you with the specifics. And as for the ones that are currently signed with the company? People like me, Kristopher Ryans, Ben Jordan, Evie Jordan, Fenris, Roxi Johnson, and even Alicia Lukas will be ones that walk away and have their memory etched into the walls of this place.

But interchangeable people like you?

You’ll be lucky if anybody even remembers you when your time is up. I, however, already have my name etched into the Hall of Fame. I doubt that you’ll get there, but good luck in trying.

I hope you’re ready for Sunday because I’m ready to prove to you and everybody else why I am the best Bombshell there is. And why I deserve a shot at Keira rather than Crystaltina.

See you Sunday.

Ciao.”


8
Climax Control Archives / Reality
« on: December 11, 2020, 11:40:24 PM »
“IMAGINE IF.”
LOCATION: IN AN ALTERNATE REALITY.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 4
SCENE: i
REC

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…”


“REALITY.”
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

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.”

9
Climax Control Archives / No More Hocus Pocus
« on: October 23, 2020, 08:58:34 PM »
“CHOICES, CHOICES.”[/color
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 4
SCENE: i
REC

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2020
TIME: 5:45 PM


Mikah was sitting in the living room with her daughter, Leighton and her son Myles with her. Myles was busy toddling around the room and picking up items that were more than likely Kris’ and putting them in his mouth. Luckily, it was nothing dangerous and Mikah didn’t seem to be too worried about it as she looks at Leighton, who was watching her mother with a slightly worried look on her face.

;;MIKAH “Everything okay, Leigh?”

Mikah wasn’t oblivious to her daughter’s concerned looks as she looks over Leighton’s head at Christian, who was still sticking around before she lets her eyes fall back down to Leighton.

;;;LEIGHTON“I…just, there seems to be something on your mind and I’m a little concerned…”

Mikah smiles at her daughter’s inquisitive mind. It always baffled her with how kind and compassionate her daughter was and how different she was from her mother. Mikah had never thought in a million years that her daughter would have turned out the way she has at fifteen years of age. It was nice to see that she didn’t have a jaded heart.

;;MIKAH “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m just…”

Her eyes flicker over to Christian as he stands slightly behind Leighton and off to the side. She lets her eyes linger on him before she returns them back to her daughter.

;;MIKAH “Thinking about how I’m going to do my thing for SCW this week, that’s all. It’s not that big of a deal, Leigh.”

She smiles at her daughter again before grabbing her laptop and looking through the ideas she had on the screen. Leighton moves and sits next to her mother on the couch to see what she was looking at.

;;;LEIGHTON“Maybe I can help, Mom? If you’re stuck, I’d be okay with you bouncing ideas off of me.”

Leighton gives her mother a reassuring smile as Mikah looks at her, an uneasy look on her face. Her eyes flicker over to Christian Othniel again but he just smiles at her.

;;MIKAH “Well….this Sunday’s edition of Climax Control is their Halloween edition and I was trying to think of a costume to wear when I film my thing for them. But nothing is working for me. Everything I’ve looked at has not held up to my standards of what I want to do.”

Leighton is quiet for a moment, processing the things that Mikah had said before she looks at her mother, studying her.

;;;LEIGHTON“You could dress up as Elsa, you have the hair for it.”

Mikah makes a face at the idea and not because it was a bad idea but because it was more mainstream than she would like. Plus, that might make little kids like her and she wasn’t about that business. She really only enjoyed her children and Kristopher’s.

;;MIKAH “While I do think I’m an ice queen, I don’t think Elsa fits what I want for me. I want to use a place in Vegas as my background and there’s nothing Disney there to use. Besides the Disney store in the Fashion Show mall, and I’m not really sure that it would work.”

Mikah watches as Myles toddles over to her and raises his arms to her. She smiles at him before lifting him up and placing him in her lap. He responds by snuggling up to her chest and resting his head against her shoulder.

;;;LEIGHTON“Right, um….what’s your options for Vegas?”

Mikah rubs her son’s back as he rests against her and she smiles at Leighton.

;;MIKAH “Well, I’ve use the Bellagio before so I don’t want to do that again. There’s the Eiffel Tower at the Paris Hotel…I think I may have used the High Roller before…”

She was trying to remember everything that she had done previously in SCW, places she’s filmed her promo pieces but it was a long list of things and she couldn’t quite remember them all.

;;MIKAH “There’s the volcano at the Mirage….The gondolas at the Venetian…and Caesars palace has beautiful pools…”

Leighton smiles at her mom as she seems to have an idea.

;;;LEIGHTON“Caesars Palace uses Greek stuff, right?”

Mikah nods her head as she looks at Leighton.

;;MIKAH “Correct, Leigh.”

Mikah watches as lightbulbs seem to go off in Leighton’s head and she looks at her mother before looking at Myles, who was falling asleep in their mother’s arms.

;;;LEIGHTON“What if you used Greek mythology to your advantage? There are a bunch of Greek Goddesses that you could dress up as. All you’d have to do is research one of them and pick the one you’d want to emulate. It’d be easy if you chose to film at Caesar’s Palace…”#3

Mikah smiles at her daughter, proud of how brilliant she’d become before she hugs Leighton all while being careful not to wake the sleeping child up.

;;MIKAH “Have I ever told you how wonderful you are, Leigh? Because you are so wonderful and I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I appreciate you.”

Leighton shakes her head at her mother’s compliments before hugging her back.

;;;LEIGHTON“You don’t need to tell me, Mom. I already know.”

Mikah chuckles but enjoys her daughter’s confidence. If there was one thing that Mikah wanted her daughter to get from her, it was definitely her confidence. She wanted Leighton to be confident in whatever she chose to do in her life and not be sorry for it.

;;MIKAH “I’m glad you know that, Leigh. I never want you to think that you’re not good enough for anybody or anything. Because you can do whatever you want to, you hear me?”

Leighton nods her head, blushing just faintly at her mother’s words.

;;;LEIGHTON“Yes, mom, I know. I’m going to go to the beach now; Paisley said she’d meet me there.”

Mikah watches as her daughter gets up to leave.

;;MIKAH “Okay but please be safe. Social distance and all that stuff. Don’t take candy from strangers and if anybody tries anything, you scream at the top of your lungs, okay Leighton?”

Leighton rolls her eyes at her mother but nods her head.

;;;LEIGHTON“Yes, mom, I know. I promise I’ll be safe and I’ll have my phone on me at all time unless I’m in the water.”

Her daughter was so smart and Mikah appreciated that about her.

;;MIKAH “And watch out for sharks! I don’t want to get a call that you were eaten by a shark, either!”

Mikah didn’t hold that sort of love for swimming in the ocean as her daughter did; she got that from Christian. But Mikah did enjoy watching the water from the beach. Mikah watches as her daughter leaves the place and Mikah smiles as Christian sits next to her on the couch.

;;MIKAH “She’s just like you, Mase.”

Mikah looks at him before looking at Myles, who was content with sleeping in his mother’s arms.

;;;CO “Nah, I think she’s more like you than you think, Miks.”

Mikah gives him a look before shaking her head at him.

;;MIKAH “She’s really not though. I’m not sure where she gets it from but I’m grateful for her. And I wish she could have gotten to know you better, Mase. That’s the one thing that I wish for her.”

He leans over and kisses her cheek softly before stroking her hair a little bit as he looks at her.

;;;CO “You’ll tell her everything when she wants to know. But you are definitely a goddess..”

He winks at her and she giggles before shaking her head at him.

“NO MORE HOCUS POCUS.”
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2020
TIME: 5:45 PM


The scene opens up to the Gardens of the Gods Pool Oasis that was behind Caesar’s Palace Hotel. Mikah had booked it out and had made one tiny modification to Temple pool. She had them remove the one statue and put a throne in there that was fit for a Greek Goddess. It was all to fit for her idea, her theme for her promo this week. She knew that they loved when you played on the location of the shows, however she didn’t find anything interesting about Sam’s Town so she chose to go the Halloween route. She steps onto the scene, dressed in a white gown, with gaps in the skirt to show her legs and gold rope tied around the waist with it intertwined with the straps of the dress. Her hair was in beautiful waves and had a white and gold headband that went around her forehead instead. She smirks at the camera before strutting to the throne and sitting down.

;;MIKAH “Miss me much?”

A smirk overcomes her face as she carefully crosses her right leg over her left as she sits on the throne. She toys with the dress a little before looking at the camera again, a smirk toying on her face.

;;MIKAH “I know, I know, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve graced you all with my presence and I know how much you all miss me and how much I miss you all as well. . .”

She tries to hold a serious look but it doesn’t last long before she’s laughing out loud. She holds a hand to her chest before regaining her composure after a minute or so.

;;MIKAH “That was probably the funniest thing I’ve said all year because everybody knows that I didn’t miss any of you one bit.”

She straightens herself out a little bit in the throne like chair she was seated in. She smirks at the camera before pushing her hair out of her face.

;;MIKAH “Let me tell you a story about a little Goddess named Aphrodite.”

A smirk plays on her face as she sits on the throne in complete confidence.

;;MIKAH “Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty and according to Hesiod’s Theogony, she was born from the foam in the waters of Paphos, on the island of Cyprus. She supposedly arose from the foam when the Titan Cronus slew his father Uranus and threw his genitals into the sea.”

She pauses for a moment to clear her throat after what she said. She had studied it all week to make sure that what she was saying stood up.

;;MIKAH “But there was a theory by Homer that she was actually the daughter of Zeus and Dione as there are many different stories of the origins of the Gods. So there isn’t much to say if she was or wasn’t the daughter of Zeus and Dione.”

Mikah knew that getting to the point was going to be a necessary thing but she didn’t mind taking her time. She wanted to tell a story and the story of a Greek Goddess while being dressed as one seemed fitting.

;;MIKAH “Many gods believed that her beauty was such that their rivalry over her would spark a war of the gods. Because of this, Zeus married Aphrodite to Hephaestus*; he wasn’t seen as a threat because of his ugliness and deformity. Sounds like he wasn’t that attractive; I almost feel bad for Aphrodite.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders again before looking directly into the lens of the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “But even with this marriage to Hephaestus, Aphrodite had many lovers. Her lovers included both gods and men; including the god Ares and the mortal Anchises. She also played a role in the story of Eros and Psyche in which admirers of Psyche neglected to worship Venus and instead worshipped her. For this, Aphrodite enlisted Eros or Cupid for those who are not well versed in Greek Mythology to exact her revenge but the god of love instead falls in love with the girl. How lame.”

Mikah makes a face at the thought of somebody falling in love.

;;MIKAH “Later on, Aphrodite was both Adonis’ lover and his surrogate mother. Which, is a little weird but this is Greek mythology I’m talking about. This situation led to a feud with Persephone, in which Zeus ordered Adonis should spend half of the year with Aphrodite and half of the year with Persephone. You know, to make things fair since nobody can deal with the fact that life isn’t fair.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the simple thought of life being fair or not fair, to be exact.

;;MIKAH “Here are a few facts about Aphrodite: during the Trojan war, Aphrodite fought on the side of Paris. She rescued Paris from Menelaus by enveloping him in a cloud and taking him back to Troy.”

Mikah makes a face but says nothing for a moment or so.

;;MIKAH “While Aphrodite is one of the better known Greek Goddesses, her and I don’t seem to have a lot in common besides our beauty. Both of us are beautiful and while, she seemed to focus more on the love aspect of her life, I am more focused on my career and making sure that what I do in the ring is memorable and marked in the history books. But why am I using Aphrodite as an example?”

Mikah raises her eyebrows at the camera, a smirk still playing on her lips.

;;MIKAH “Because she is the Goddess of Beauty and I’d like to think I’m rather beautiful…”

There was no doubt about it, Mikah was confident in her looks and in her ability to see that she was both beautiful and talented in the ring. And she never was shy about telling people either.

;;MIKAH “The match on Sunday is against Amber in a guy named Mac? I'm not really sure who the the guy is but I'm not sure that I really care either. You see Amber while your record in SCW is brother good for you being a newbie it doesn't matter. You're still not better than I am at on Sunday you're going to see that. You see I'm still Mikah and I'm still the best bombshell that has ever set foot in wrestling ring in this company. Tommy Knocks Wasn't just some guy who started off information that he didn't care about he did the research and he named me as the number one bombshell in the history of the company. Now while some people to say that he's biased because I was always his favorite. I think that they're just jealous and they say that because they didn't get ranked on his little scale.”

She smirks at the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “Amber, you're new here Amber and I will be the first to tell you this? This? this is my home this is where you realize that you don't get to just step in and just take over. I saw your little tweets about a month ago when Kristopher and I won the championships belts. I could see the greediness in your tweets as you tweeted about how you were going to find a partner to try to take the championships away from Kristopher and I. Do you wanna know why that's not gonna happen Amber?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side as she looks at the camera, that same smirk playing on her face.

;;MIKAH “Because when I set my sights on something Amber, I don't let it go. See Kristopher and I we just got these championships and we're not going to let him go so easily. And now while this isn't a championship match, he and I both know that this is just like the challenge that they gave Bella and Malachi a few months ago before we had got the opportunity to face them at Violent conduct. they're looking for a good challenger for Kristopher and I.”

Mikah straightens out her dress before crossing her legs the opposite way as before.

;;MIKAH “because when Chris and I formed this team when I returned, nobody thought that we were going to be successful. They thought it was all just going to be a flash in the pan sort of thing because why wouldn't it be? They thought that my first reign as the bombshell champion was a fluke. Nobody thought I was going to be the one that's at the first record of holding that championship for the longest time. Nobody thought that I would have been incredible bombshell champion at the time period I had been in this company's not even six months. They thought that I was going to just drop it back to the person before me. I know that I heard several people say oh she's she don't have what it takes, she's gonna drop it back to Raynin when she gets her rematch. They said I wasn't worth it. they thought I was another wannabe wrestler but only really knew who I was to be fair. They thought I was a newbie if new person on the scene of the wrestling world. They didn't know that I had had a career before I stepped foot in a SCW wrestling ring. they didn't know that I signed my first wrestling contract in November of 2007 and skyrocketed to success in that first company that I was a part of.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders as if it didn’t bother her.

;;MIKAH “They Didn't know that I had been part of a company call PWT. And even when I joined there they thought that I was just another jobber, rookie, nobody important. But their opinion I'll change when I had joined one of the most notorious groups that had ever been seen in wrestling at that time . I was the first female in an all men’s group. A group that had dominated that company and took it by storm. And what I did back then has no merit here, it still makes my point that the people in SCW, didn't know anything about me. They didn't know that I was skilled it had honed my craft for years before I even joined this company. They didn't believe in me, they didn't think I had what it took to be the bombshell champion, all they saw was this woman who had only been signed to the company for not even six months and she earn her right to face Raynin when she beat two other bombshells in a triple threat match for that opportunity. But nobody thought she was going to win so it was okay until it wasn't.”

Mikah “She didn’t want it to sound like sour grapes, but it was beginning to turn that way.

;;MIKAH “Amber do you wanna know how dominant I was a champion?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side.

;;MIKAH “Doesn’t really matter if you don’t, because I’m going to tell you anyways.”

Mikah winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “I held the bombshell championship from may of 2015 to February of 2016. It was close to a nine month reign and during that reign, nobody could touch me. Nobody could beat me and they did try. Mark and Christian put me in several triple threat matches, trying to challenge me and to give the other bombshells hope that they could maybe knock me off my own pedestal that I'd put myself on. You see I inspired those bombshells to go on strike in January because they claimed I was drinking before I had matches except I wasn't. I never actually drank when I had a match. The only times I drank backstage was when I wasn't booked for a match and just had fuck all to do. So those bitches complained because they couldn't get the job done when they faced me in the ring. they thought of the most ridiculous claims that they could to try to get me fired or suspended so that they could have a chance at the bombshell championship. Do you know the biggest bitch that tried that? Crystal or Christina whatever the fuck she goes by now, was one of the biggest supporters in that movement. And while she's beat me maybe twice she still doesn't hold a candle to what I can do in the ring.”

Mikah smiles, reliving the memories of her early days in SCW.

;;MIKAH “You shouldn't underestimate me, Amber. You should not listen to the sheep that are in the locker room; they will tell you that I don't give a shit about anything but myself. There are three people in my life that I care about the most and one of them is my partner. You see Kristopher and I might have started this tag team off with a rocky start. But what we said we’d do, we've done. We said we were going to win the tag team championships and we did. So don't take it lightly when we say that we're going to beat you this weekend, you and your little partner. I don't even know who your partner is but that doesn't matter he doesn't mean shit to me. I don't have to worry about who your partner is or what he can do because I don't get to face into the ring. No no Amber I get to face you. because those are the rules when it comes to mix tag team wrestling Amber. You and I fight each other and the guys get to fight each other. There's no intergender tag matches; your partner doesn't get to lay a hand on me . And my tag team partner Kristopher doesn't get to lay a hand on you.”

She hoped that Amber knew the logistics of how a mixed tag team match worked but she couldn’t be too sure; her faith in humanity wasn’t very high.

;;MIKAH “I know some people complain about the tag matches not being intergender because apparently some people like to see a guy beat up on a woman. I mean I guess some people are into that but I'm not and I'm glad that SCW doesn't do that. I'm glad they chose to go the mixed tag route instead of not doing anything at all they could have just left it alone . They could have just left the tag team divisions alone. They could've left the bombshells tag team championships alone and the superstars tag team championships alone. And then we wouldn't even be in this predicament would we? I would have to be worried about facing you or your partner . I wouldn't have to worry about even being in SCW because to be honest? I don't know if I would have returned honest singles contract. sure I love being in the ring and I love the thrill that it gives me but honestly? I don't know if I can hack it as a singles competitor anymore.”

Mikah wasn’t trying to sell herself short; she knew that if she wanted to be a singles competitor, she could and that she’d rock it.

;;MIKAH “But that doesn't mean that I couldn't do it. If I had wanted to, I could have came back as a singles competitor and ruled the bombshell division again if I had chosen that route. But I didn't, instead I had this idea--well we, Kristopher and I had this idea that we could dominate the mix tag team division like we had said we're going to over two years ago. That is very rare but I don't do what I say I'm going to do. And this? This was an easy decision to make.”

Mikah smiles a little at the camera again as she tugs at the front of her dress.

;;MIKAH “It's no secret that I don't like people and Amber I'm sorry but I already don't like you. And I'm sure you don't even give a shit that I don't like you because really what does my opinion matter to you? But here's what you do need to know, I'm going to be the biggest challenge you face since signing with SCW. I'm not like any of the other opponents you've had before, the ones that you’ve faced before this match? Ship They don't matter anymore, throw them out the window forget about them. Because you're facing me now. And I'm sure you've done your research because you look like that type of girl. And you can do all the research that you want Amber, it's not gonna help you in the match. Because even if you watch all my old matches, against all my old opponents, and figure out how I've won those matches? That's not going to help you on Sunday in this match. I've evolved, I've changed. I might do the same moves that I've done before but that doesn't mean that I'm going to be predictable for you. And Yes, my finisher is still the cupid's chokehold, and it may still be my favorite move of all time, but that doesn’t mean that you’re going to see it coming.”

Mikah smirks at the camera again, holding an arrogant look in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “I would say that you're gonna have to work extra hard to prove that you are even worth being a part of SCW. I'm not like those other girls that you faced Amber, about what the fans think about me or what do you think about me or what the commentators think about me. All I give a fuck about? Is winning in that ring and proving that I'm the best in this damn business that there ever has been and never will be. I have a goal in mind for the championships and I need to break these records. And I need to set new ones to raise the bar for these other people that are going to come in after I've officially retired for good so that they can remember who they need to emulate. Who they need to fashion themselves after to be the best there is. But let’s face it, they’ll never be as good at me. And nobody will ever be as good as Kristopher. It’s just the cold hard truth, no matter which way you look at it.”

She shakes her head and holds herself just a little bit higher in her throne.

;;MIKAH “This Sunday is Climax Control’s Halloween episode. I am not a huge spooky season fan. But I figured but I dress like a Greek goddess because let's face it if this was a beauty contest? I'd win hands down there's no doubt about that. But being a bombshell in SCW , is not a beauty contest. Because if it was people like you wouldn't even have a chance to win at anything. You'd be better off wearing a mask the whole damn time if it was a beauty contest because it would be no competition. I'd win hands down every time if it was a beauty contest.”

Mikah was vain, there was definitely no doubt about that and she never shied away from that fact either. She didn’t mind that she was confident in her own looks, she believed that it was a good thing.

;;MIKAH “On Sunday there's not gonna be this hocus pocus magic bullshit stuff that some people believe in. I mean I can understand why you think that you are going to need magic to win this match because really? That's the only way that you are going to win this match is with a touch of magic. But I don't believe in magic . I believe in hard work and dedication and determination. I don't use my Twitter account to promote that I'm preparing for a match. I don't want my opponents to know how many times I've been in the gym preparing training or whatever. But what you need to know is that I go on at least three runs a day to keep in shape and to keep my stamina up. But I'm in the gym practicing what I do best at least five out of the seven days and maybe more it depending on the quality of the match. In the grueling demands that said match might need or take out of me . But Amber? Sunday is gonna be here before you know it and you're not gonna realize just how unlucky you've become. You think that you're going to just waltz in there with your partner and beat Kristopher and I. But news flash? It's not gonna happen.”

She smirks again at the camera.

;;MIKAH “I'm tired of people taking Kristopher and I lightly and on Sunday Amber? You and your partner are going to see just how good Kristopher and I are in the ring. You’re Going to see how well he and I work together because there isn't any other way that this is going to go down.”

Mikah stands up and adjusts the skirt of her dress before stepping down the steps.

;;MIKAH “Because that’s just what villains do.”

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Climax Control Archives / A New Normal
« on: October 09, 2020, 06:19:08 PM »
“WHEN I’M GONE.”[/color
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 6
SCENE: i
REC
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2020
TIME: 7:45 AM


FLASHBACK

When she heard the door close behind her without Kris stopping it, she was disappointed but hardly surprised. Even if he still cared, there was no way he was going to admit it.l, at least not right now. She made her way down the stairs and then through the back part of the building and out to the parking lot. However, when she pushed open the backdoor Kris was already there waiting for her. He was standing directly in her path and before she could ask he points to the side of the building behind her.

::KR “The ladder is faster than the stairs, but not really suitable for people in dresses.”[/color

She looks over at the ladder before looking back at him.

;;MIKAH “No, I suppose it wouldn’t work well for dresses.”

She wasn’t sure how to take him but she doesn’t move.  She looks at him before looking down at her feet.

;;MIKAH “So...”

His tone had been slightly more pleasant but the look on his face was still the same. Something had changed though. Instead of averting his eyes he was looking directly into hers.

::KR “I am just going to ask once. I really just need a yes or no. If you lie to me...”

He shakes his head and tries to push the thought away.

::KR “You're not going to do it again?”

She looks at him, letting her eyes meet his.  She shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH “No, definitely not.  I hadn’t really intended to do it in the first place.”

She looks at him, regret and remorse written in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “I really am sorry...”

She takes a step forward, but he takes one back away from her and holds up his hands in front of his chest.

::KR “Don't just tell me what you think I want to hear. I have been there. I have made promises I didn't intend to keep. I have lied just to keep people from actually walking away.”

His eyes do not leave hers, but his are no longer angry. He looks like he wants to believe her, but just will not let himself.

::KR “Don't make a promise you can't keep because if you can't keep it then we can't keep doing whatever this is. I won't let myself. It's not even an option… no matter how much it would hurt.”

She looks at him before doing her best to not roll her eyes.

;;MIKAH “I wouldn’t apologize if I didn’t mean it.  And I wouldn’t say I wasn’t going to do something if I was going to do it anyways.  I am not that person, no matter what the other people say about me.” 

She closes her eyes again, pushing any sort of other emotions away.

;;MIKAH “You do not have to believe me, that is your own choice on whether or not you believe me.  I can only apologize so many times and insist I am not going to do something.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks at him.

::KR “This isn't just some little thing for me!”

The fact that she had been acting so nonchalant about the whole thing was the only part of her words that had gotten under his skin.

::KR “I went to just to go see if you needed someone to talk to, and found you there just babbling to someone who wasn't there. Everything was all laid out next to you...”

He closes his eyes and tries to stop himself from dwelling on the thought for too long.

::KR “For months I have been doing really well, and not even thinking about it… not wanting it. Seeing you there, seeing it there...”

He brings his hand up and runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

::KR “It's not just about you. I'm not just mad at you. I don't want to go back to that life and you just slapped me in the face with it. You put it in front of me and because it was you...”

He stops himself from finishing the thought.

::KR “I can't be in that position again. You got to the hospital this time. One miracle is enough.”

She looks at him, trying to keep her own emotions at bay.  She struggled with them enough but this time she lets him see the emotions.  It was too hard to keep them away.

;;MIKAH  “I honestly hadn’t intended to do anything that I did!  I didn’t go to California thinking, ‘Oh, what the fuck, let’s get high and almost die.’  It is not why I went there, Kris!”

She looks at him, before running her fingers through her messy locks of hair.

;;MIKAH  “I should have been able to resist that temptation but I thought, ‘Fuck it, who really cares?’ for one second before thinking about...”

She stops and looks to the side.

;;MIKAH  “Thinking about Mase and it just clicked, or something.  I didn’t intend to land in the hospital.  I didn’t intend for you or anybody else to find me on that beach!  I just thought I’d get high, sleep it off on the beach, and then go back home.  Or go somewhere else.  But..”

She looks at him, biting her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH  “But then...I saw Mase and I couldn’t stop myself from slipping farther away.”

She looks away from him to blink away any sort of tears that she may or may not have had in her eyes before looking back at him.

;;MIKAH “It is not going to happen again.  I know it’s hard for you to trust what I’m saying, but I am not going to do it again.  There’s no more temptation...”

She takes a breath and lets it out before looking up. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, and arguing with himself inside of his head. Most of his common sense was telling him to run away from this, but he was planted in place for some reason and too afraid to let himself think about what that reason was.

::KR “It's not something that's going to be okay just at the snap of your fingers. This isn't something that can just be fixed. It's not that easy.”

He sighs, but pushes himself through it.

::KR “We do this thing where we act like it is all fun and games, and push aside how we really feel. We don't talk out problems, because we deal with it ourselves.”

He shakes his head.

::KR “That's not going to work. I am always going to be showing up at a beach to talk to you. You are always going to come here and find me. Why can't we just do that without having to fuck everything up first?”

She looks at him before shrugging her shoulders again. 

;;MIKAH “I don’t know.  And I know it isn’t going to just be okay.  But I’m done with that drug and the side effects that it brings.”

She looks at him.

;;MIKAH  “I’ve...never been the one to talk about feelings, ever.  It is just not something I’ve done and it’s….not easy.”

She looks away from him again.

;;MIKAH  “Isn’t that our motto?  ‘We Fuck Everything Up?’”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

::KR “Well I'm trying to change that...”

It was weird to hear the words come out of his own mouth, but they were true. Before he had gone to find her, his night at Into The Void has been eye opening in its own way. He points up at his ear, which still had a bandage over the missing piece.

::KR “I can't keep doing shit like this...”

He shrugs his shoulders.

::KR “...or getting into trouble for the sake of getting into trouble….Or being selfish just so that other people reconsider being around me... Or pushing people away just to see how fast they run. I have to be better.”

She takes a deep breath again and looks at him.  It was her signature move but she knew it never really got her anywhere.

;;MIKAH  “I….”

She stops to think before leaning against the wall.

;;MIKAH  “You already are better.  You’ve always been better, it just took you a long time to see it.  I am...on the other hand...not who you think I am.”

She holds up two fingers.

;;MIKAH  “Two divorces.  One marriage teetering on the edge.  So, clearly it’s me that can’t seem to handle being an adult.”[/color

She just shrugs again.

;;MIKAH  “It is something I’m working on.”


END OF FLASHBACK

Mikah sits up in bed and blinks a few times before realizing it was just a dream. Or more like a flashback, to be honest. It had happened over two years ago and now, it wasn’t sitting right with her. She looks around the bedroom and blinks again before spotting Masen Christian Othniel sitting in a chair and he appeared to be reading a book.

;;MIKAH “Do you ever sleep?”

She didn’t really think about the question and what it entailed. He glances over at her and halfway smirks in her direction.

::CO “I’m not real so, I don’t really need sleep. That’s more of a thing for living beings.”

Mikah makes a face of realization as it hits her and then her cheeks flush a bright pink color at the realization.

;;MIKAH “Right. That makes sense. So…what do you do when I’m sleeping? Do you still…exist?”

It was an awkward question to ask and it even felt awkward for her to ask it. But he smiles, making her smile in return.

::CO “Well, technically yes. But only because you want me to be.”

She smiles again before getting up and walking over to him and hugging him. He smiles and hugs her back, kissing the top of her head.

;;MIKAH “Am I secretly on drugs again? Is that why I can see you?”

She hadn’t wanted to ask the question but it was laying heavily on her mind. She looks at him, a look of hesitation written in her eyes as she does so. She almost didn’t want to know the answer.

::CO “No. You’re not on drugs.”

She gives him an odd look but doesn’t say anything for a moment or so before she looks around her current room. More often than not, or at least before these past few weeks, she spent most of her time in Kris’ bed or in his room. But since she started seeing Masen again, she had spent a lot more time in her own room. She didn’t want Kris to think she was crazy and if he saw her talking to somebody that he couldn’t see, alarm bells would be ringing. Or so she thought, anyways.

;;MIKAH “How sure of that are you, Mase?”

She tilts her head to the side as she peers up at him.

::CO “I’m pretty sure you’d know if you were on drugs, Miks.”

He chuckled with his answer and she just shoots him a look. She didn’t really believe that she wasn’t on something because she couldn’t explain why she could see a dead person.

;;MIKAH “I have to be on something, Mase. People can’t just see dead people for no reason. That’s illogical. And might make seem insane.”

He just smiles at her before he hugs her, pulling her in close to him. She hesitates, momentarily before hugging him back.

::CO “You are fine, Miks.”

She really wanted to believe him because she wanted to be fine. But there was something that just didn’t feel right about the entire situation.

;;MIKAH “But what if you’re wrong?”

She looks up at him, the uncertainty in her own eyes. He didn’t like to see that but there wasn’t much he could do to relieve her worries about her own mental health.

::CO “Just…don’t think about it. Just enjoy the fact that I’m here with you.”

To her, it felt easier said than done. How could she not worry about it? Because she didn’t know when she was going to stop seeing him around and that in itself was a worry. She should have been more worried and concerned about her title defense that was coming up on Sunday but for some reason, she didn’t feel as uneasy about that as she did about this situation with him.

Nobody ever understood their bond and why they meshed so well. But they were both so fucked up that it just seemed to work. The only thing she hadn’t understood about him was his addiction to the drugs.


;;MIKAH “That’s easy for you to say, Mase. I’m still alive and I’m not going anywhere that you won’t be able to see me. Because even if I go somewhere, you’ll be able to see me. From above or whatever.”

She herself wasn’t sure if she believed in God or a high power, but she wanted to. She wanted to believe that there was something bigger than all this.

::CO “Even if you can’t see me, Miks, I’m always still with you.”

She smiles at the sentiment of his words before hugging him again. She knew it was impossible but she felt him there.

;;MIKAH “It’s not the same, though. Because I don’t know that you’re there, Mase. Right now? I can see you. I can see that you’re here. But whenever this goes away? I don’t know that you’re with me.”

He sighs before running his fingers through her hair the best that he could. She could tell that he wanted to comfort her and wanted to make things better for her but he just didn’t know how.

::CO “Because Miks, I’m your best friend. I will always be with you and by your side. There hasn’t been a time when I wasn’t there with you.”

She wanted to believe him but she wasn’t the type of person that believed everything somebody told her.

;;MIKAH “Do you know me at all, Mase? I can’t just…believe that you’re there. It’s hard for me to believe in something that I can’t see. Right now? I can see you. I can feel you. But whenever whatever this is, stops? I can’t say that I will know that you’re there with me. And that’s scary.”

He was trying his best to reassure her but he wasn’t sure that he was doing a good job at it. She did have the tendency to be a tad pessimistic about things and he knew it was a struggle for her to see the bright side of things.

::CO “I know it’s hard for you, Miks. I know that you don’t believe that things go right for you but I’m always here for you. Whether you want to believe it or not, I will always be on your side. No matter what.”

She looks up into his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She wanted to believe him. She felt more at home around him than she’d felt anywhere else but there was the fact that he wasn’t alive that made her a little more leery about the things that she was feeling.

;;MIKAH “Okay. I will try to trust whatever this is. Even if it makes absolutely no sense to me and could be gone within a blink of an eye.”

He smiles down at her. She just smiles back at him before jumping as there’s a knock at her bedroom door. Her eyes look over at the closed door before she looked back at him.

::CO “Answer the door. I can’t do it for you.”

She shoots him a look before walking over to the door and pulling it open to see Kris standing there. She looks up at him, a slightly surprised look on her face. She had almost forgotten that she had lived in his place. Almost.

;;MIKAH “Kristopher, hi.”

He raises an eyebrow at the tone of surprise in her voice.

::KR “You seem overly surprised to see me…in my own place.”

He smirks a little at her before he peers into her room, only to see that it was empty. Myles had chosen to sleep in Leighton’s room and had been rather attached to the fifteen year old girl lately.

;;MIKAH “Just…it’s early.”

She had decided to change what she was going to say. She knew that she shouldn’t be surprised at anything that Kris does.

::KR “I haven’t been to sleep yet.”

That too wasn’t surprising either. His sleep schedule was just as wacky as hers was sometimes. And sometimes, nonexistent.

;;MIKAH “Oh, right.”

She glances down to see that he was still carrying around his Mixed Tag Team Championship belt. She raises an eyebrow at him and he just shrugs his shoulders.

::KR “I was going to see if you wanted to go work out or something. Maybe work on a tactic for Sunday…”

She looks up at him before glancing behind her at Masen again. He just shakes his head at her before she turns her attention back to Kris.

;;MIKAH “Uh…isn’t our tactic to win?”

She smirks at him, a proud look on her face as if she had thought up some big, master plan for Sunday. Of course she thought that they were going to win; her and Kris were really the only two who believed in each other as a team.

::KR “Obviously. And you know what I meant. Are you in or are you out?”

She sighs in a dramatic fashion before walking out into the hallway and shutting the door behind her. She didn’t seem bothered by wearing little to no clothing; he’d seen her naked more times than she could count.

;;MIKAH “Sure, let’s go.”

He raises an eyebrow at her and looks her over, noticing that the oversized t-shirt barely covered her butt. He could see the scalloped edges of her panties sticking out. It didn’t seem to bother her any.

::KR “Are you going to get dressed?”

She glances down at the shirt she was wearing and then at him. She raises an eyebrow before pulling the shirt off to reveal a teal sports bra with neon pink outline that matchings the neon pink panties.

;;MIKAH “Nope, let’s go.”

“THE NEW WAY.”
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2020
TIME: 5:45 PM


The set up is simple: Mikah is set at the counter in Kris’ home with her laptop open and the zoom app up. She had set up a meeting time where she could be asked questions by fans around the world since large gatherings in public were still pretty limited. She figured that this was the best way to go about doing a meet and greet sort of thing. She adjusts her Bring Back Simon Jones t-shirt before setting the championship on her left shoulder. She smiles as she starts the zoom meeting before flicking her hair over her other shoulder.

;;MIKAH “Welcome everybody to the Zoom meeting where you’ll get to ask me questions. But first, let me tell you what sort of treat you’re in for today.”

She mutes all the other participants before she continues.

;;MIKAH “On Sunday, you will get to witness another win for the Black Sheep or should I say, the Mixed Tag Team Champions?”

She holds a smirk on her face as she looks down at the championship that was sitting pretty on her shoulder.

;;MIKAH “But does that really surprise any of you? I mean, it is exactly what Kristopher and I said we were going to do. And when have we ever let you down?”

She raises her eyebrows at the thought before shaking her head. She wasn’t afraid to be confident in her own skills and she was confident in Kris’ as well.

;;MIKAH “That’s right, since Kristopher and I reformed the Black Sheep back in late June, early July, we stated that this was what we were going to do. We didn’t push ourselves into the title picture right away either. We earned it and when we got our shot, did anybody believe that we had a real, actual shot of taking the titles away from Bitch N’ Moan? Nope. Nobody ever thinks that Kristopher and I are going to do what we set out to do. They never think that we’re going to be the best in the business at what we do. No matter what our past history says, they still like to doubt our abilities in that ring.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “And now, Mark and Christian have booked us in our first title defense against two people who have no business being tag team partners. I’m sure it’s in hopes that we drop these titles as quickly as possible so they can push us back to the end of the line so that another team can hold down the fort when it comes to being champions. But that’s not going to happen. Because you see, I’m still Mikah. With or without Kristopher, I’m still that same Bombshell that used to dominate the Bombshell division. And like my record says, when I’m on a roll, nobody can touch me. Just because I’m now part of a tag team, it doesn’t mean that my in ring skills change or that my personality changes because it doesn’t. I’m still the mother fucking Queen bitch.”

She didn’t seem to care that her language would not be acceptable for children to hear.

;;MIKAH “Mark and Christian can book Kristopher and I against whomever they want and we’ll still get shit done. They can put any two people together as a team to face us, and we’ll still do what we do best in that ring. We’ll win and enjoy every second of it. We like proving people wrong and proving that we are[/u] the best in our division. Our track record says that we’re the best. We haven’t been beat since we became a team and while it’s still pretty new, I’d like to think we can go a long time before anybody beats us. And I wouldn’t count on this mixed up match of a team beating us on Sunday, it’s not likely to happen.”

Again, she smirks at the laptop’s webcam.

;;MIKAH “Candy, I know that you’ve been in SCW for a hot minute or maybe longer than a hot minute, but you’re still relatively fresh to the scene, I’d say. And I’m going to tell you right now to squash whatever hopes you have in becoming one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions. Because it’s not going to happen for you. I’m not going to let some fucking hippy-happy cheerleader take my championship away from me just because Mark and or Christian got bored with bickering with one another and decided to spice up the mixed tag team division. You might have been something in the past here, but you’re nothing in the mixed tag team division. After Sunday? It will just be a one off match that you had with some fuck as your partner. It won’t amount to anything and your little hopes and desires will be ruined and shattered into tiny little pieces. If you don’t want to listen to me and my warnings, that’s fine. I’m still the best in the company. I may not hold that Bombshell Championship right now, but I’m still the fucking best they’ve got. And you’re going to be stepping into the ring with me on Sunday. And I really, really hope you’ve done your homework because I’m not some newbie that you can sneak by. I know my way around that ring better than most people in the back.”

Again she smirks confidently at the screen, fulling believing in what she was saying.

;;MIKAH “You see, I may not be well liked by a lot of people because of my in-your-face technique, but you can be certain that people damn well respect me for the things I can do in that ring. They may not like my attitude, but they can’t deny that I’m fucking amazing in that ring and on Sunday, you’ll get to experience it first hand. Now, back to the meet and greet Zoom meeting. I’m going to open it up to questions but one at a time, please.”

She leans forward and looks for somebody to be raising their hand. She unmutes that person.

++FAN “Hi Mikah, my name is Corbin. And I want to know what made you decide to come out of retirement?”

She thinks for a moment, trying to decide how she wanted to word her answer.

;;MIKAH “Well, things change. I saw the way things were going for Kristopher and I just thought that maybe he and I could set out to do what we said we wanted to do in 2018 had we lost the top titles at the right time. And we did it.”

She mutes that one before picking another person.

++FAN “Hi Mikah! My name is Jolene and I just love you! Do you ever think that you’ll get back into the singles division and compete for the Bombshell Championship again?”

She hated that question but she tries not to let the disdain settle on her face.

;;MIKAH “The best answer I can give you for that is, never say never, Jo. Right now? I’m content with being one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions.”

She smiles again before picking another fan.

++FAN “Hi my name is Adam. How does it feel to hold a championship again?”

She looks down at her championship that was still sitting boldly on her shoulder before she looks back up at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Great. Being a champion is always a great thing and holding one of these has never felt better.”

She again picks another person.

++FAN “Hi, I’m Ericka! Going off of Adam’s question, does it feel different from holding the Bombshell Championship?”

She smirks at the question before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Physically? No, they’re about the same weight in size and all that. But I mean, it is definitely different than holding the Bombshell championship. And I’ll dive deeper in to that by saying, when I held the Bombshell championship, it was a lot of pressure and I almost felt it every time I held the belt. The pressure to be perfect and to be the best at all times because I was representing SCW and it’s entire Bombshell division and that would be solely on me. Did I enjoy it? Hell yeah, most of the time. But this feels vastly different. Because now, I’m sharing some of that responsibility with Kristopher. So, there’s your answer. Mentally, yes. Physically, no.”

She unmutes another fan.

++FAN “Heya, I’m Lionel. What would say has been your favorite part about being in a team with Kris Ryans?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at that question.

;;MIKAH “Well, there’s the not having to rely on my own talents to pick up the win. And there’s the fact that he’s also just as talented in the ring as I am. But I don’t think there’s just one part that’s my favorite to be honest. I mean, it could be that I get to look at him all I want. He is delicious to look at. But there is definitely a lot of perks with teaming with him. He also has his own gym, so I don’t have to leave his house to go train or do anything related to that. Perks of living in his house too.”

She wasn’t sure if that had been public knowledge but it was now. She unmutes another fan to keep the questions rolling.

++FAN “Hello, I’m Hank. Do you think there’s a possibility of Ben and Evie Jordan forming a team to compete with you and Kris?”

She presses her lips together for a moment, the silence lingering slightly.

;;MIKAH “Again, never say never. Now that both of them don’t have the weight or responsibility of the Bombshell Championship or the World Heavyweight Championship respectively, I think it could definitely be a possibility. And they’d be a real challenge, that’s for sure. They’d be the biggest challenge that Kristopher and I have faced since we came back. And I welcome it; I respect the hell out of Evie when it comes to stepping into the ring. She’s a great competitor. And Ben’s nothing to laugh at either. So, Kristopher and I would definitely welcome that challenge. One more question and then I have to wrap it up.”

She picks one random fan and unmutes them.

++FAN “Hello! My name is Carly and I just want to know, if you’ve ever thought of changing your finisher?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the question.

;;MIKAH “No, I have never thought about changing it once. Cupid’s Chokehold is my favorite finisher and I wouldn’t dream of changing it. I have thought about adding another submission hold to my finishers but I haven’t found one that I’m absolutely in love with. And that’s all the time I have for questions, so I’m going to mute you all once more.”

She mutes them all before smirking at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Candy, you only have about two days to prepare for the match, And this could be the match of your career, the one that sets the tone for how you’re seen in the upcoming months. I hope you’re prepared. And I hope you know that it’s nothing personal, it’s just what villains do.”

She winks at the camera before closing the laptop to end the Zoom session.

11
Climax Control Archives / Villain Status
« on: September 04, 2020, 03:18:42 PM »
"MEMORIES.”
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE i
REC•


FLASHBACK SCENE
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
1:05 A.M.

The drive back from Primm seemed to take longer than Mikah and Kris had wanted it to. Alphonso was leaving them alone and Mikah let Kris sprawl out on one of the seats as she watched him. She the presses the down button to lower the little window between them and Alphonso.

;;MIKAH “Hey, Alphonso, we are close to Vegas, right?”

She sees his eyes in the rearview mirror.

__ALPHONSO “Yes, ma’am.”

She glances over at Kris before looking back at the driver.

;;MIKAH “Do you think you could swing by the hospital?”

He speaks up without opening his eyes, but the grimace on his face says more than his words.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Unless you need some medical attention that's a waste of time… I don't do hospitals.”

He tries to adjust to get more comfortable, but the bruise running up the length of his back was unrelenting. It had gotten worse in the time since the end of Climax Control, and he knew the worst was still ahead the next morning.

±±KRISTOPHER  “They would want to give me medication for it. Unless you want to be searching for a 200 pound heroin addict in the middle of a relapse for the rest of the night, go to the hotel.”

The blonde rolls her eyes before leaning back against the back of the seat. She looks at him before looking at Alphonso who didn't seem to know what to do or who to listen to. Mikah waves with her hand letting him know to go to the hotel.  She raises the window back up.

;;MIKAH “I have gotten you out of hospitals unnoticed. Don't you think that I might notice if you disappear on me?”

She hears her phone chirp with another notification but she chooses to ignore it.  She looks at him.

;;MIKAH “You could have internal bleeding, Kristopher. Don't be stupid.”

He shakes his head.

±±KRISTOPHER  “If I was bleeding internally the position of the bruise would move with gravity. Blood would pool in different spots depending on how I was sitting or laying.”

A particularly noticeable bump in the road makes him clench a fist in pain, but he stops short of hitting it against the seat of the car.

±±KRISTOPHER  “It's just a bruise and a few scrapes. I'm didn't break my neck or anything.”

She watches him for a moment before looking out the window and seeing the lights of the strip approaching. They would be at the Bellagio soon and would be out of the bumpy car.

;;MIKAH “You are not a doctor, Kristopher.  While, you're probably right or at least have a higher percent to be right, it does not mean you shouldn't get checked out.”

She leans her head back against the window behind her. She watches him and a gasp like noise slips from her lips as Alphonso had to slam on his brakes, lurching the two of them forward.

;;MIKAH “Jesus.  Fucking people.”

She was not mad at Alphonso because she knew that he was a very capable driver.

;;MIKAH “I am not sure that I can be much help to you, you know.”

He forces out a light laugh, trying to at least give the appearance of being carefree.

±±KRISTOPHER  “I don't need any help… really.”

It takes more effort than it should as the stiffness of the injury was starting to set in.

±±KRISTOPHER  “I need a hot tub, and a place without everyone trying to convince me to go to a doctor. If I wake up dead tomorrow, I will get checked out.”

She lets out a noise of annoyance and chooses to sit in silence the remainder of the ride to the hotel. She did not seem to care that she was probably being childish and that she should probably be nicer. She pushes her blonde locks out of her face as Alphonso parks and gets out to let them both out.

;;MIKAH “I am assuming you don't need help.”

She stands near the door, her head tilted to the side.

;;MIKAH “Your words.”

He gives her a less than pleased look and moves out of the car under his own power. In an act of defiance more than anything else, he slings his gym back up over his shoulder where the bruise down his back started and looks down at her.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Like I said….”

The two made their way up towards the door, and Kris even reached out to hold it for her. He places an arm on her shoulder and leans in a little in an attempt to be reassuring.

±±KRISTOPHER  “I was a lot more hurt than I am now the time Despy beat me for the Internet Championship. Shit was broken. I'm fine. I promise. Just don't make it a big deal…”

The two step into the lobby, and the attention of two individuals that are likely fans is immediately on them. The couple, in their early twenties, come up to the SCW stars before Kris cuts them off with a wave and a smile.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Come on…. like falling on a car is going to stop me?”

The two laugh, and Kris winks to them as he and Mikah dip into an elevator before a crowd can gather around them. As soon as the doors close, the fake smile comes off of his face, and he lets out the breath she did not know he was holding in. She watches him but bites her tongue as the elevator moves up the floors,  taking longer than normal as they were up in the suites of the classy hotel/ casino.

;;MIKAH “There is no harm in asking for help,  Kristopher.”

Her voice was quiet and for good reason because she knew she'd be refusing help too.

;;MIKAH “Just a little bit..”

He shrugs, still not convinced that he could not handle it on his own. She did not necessarily need to believe him. It was more about believing it himself. Still, it was not going to hurt to let her help him.

±±KRISTOPHER  “There’s no way I'm going to be able to pull my shirt or hoodie over my head without dying… so yeah… a little help.”

The elevator chimes, but he does not move off of the wall of the elevator. The doors open and he motions for her to head out first.

±±KRISTOPHER  “The view behind you is also helpful…”

She gives him a look but doesn't move just yet.

;;MIKAH “I do not think that that will help you at all.”

She gestures down before rolling her eyes and walking out of the elevator. She wasn't going to argue with him in an elevator. In the room, maybe. But not in public.

;;MIKAH “I may have to put pillows in between us, you know.”

She said it quietly so that nobody would hear her if they were listening. He takes it in stride instead of taking exception to it.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Assuming that there are any that I am not going to be laying on…”

The two make their way down the hallway, luckily finding it empty.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Things could have been a lot worse. I got lucky. It's not worth being worried about though. I will get him back.”

She gives him a look as she fishes out the key card to the suite.

;;MIKAH “I will request more pillows then.”

They get to their room, which was quite a walk from the elevator.  She unlocks the door and lets him in first before letting the door click shut behind them.

;;MIKAH “And I am not worried about you getting him back.  That is the farthest thing from my mind.”

She turns from him to set her things down on a desk before looking at him again.

;;MIKAH “What do you want to do now?”

He takes the bag from his shoulder and tosses it onto a couch in the main area of the suite. The championship inside of it clangs against other items in the bag, but he does not pay it any attention.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Can you just…”

He slowly pulls his hands out of the ends of his hoodie and tries to pull it up over his head. She steps forward and helps him pull both it and his shirt over his head and off.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Thank you.”

The words are flat, but sincere. Asking for help was not his strong suit. He adds the items to the pile of his things near the bag he had brought up, and catches sight of the bruise in a mirror behind him.

±±KRISTOPHER  “At least it looks exactly as bad as it feels. That is a plus.”

She makes a face and shakes her head at him.

;;MIKAH “Why do bruises have to be a good thing? I do not think they are a good thing. At all.”

She looks at him before walking over to the windows and opening the curtains to look out. The city was always awake and there was always something to see.

;;MIKAH “I do not see how any of that is a plus. Or this night, really.”

He laughs at the idea that it was a good thing at all. He would like nothing more than to not have the pain radiating up his back.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Shit happens. We fight people for a living. Nothing worth ruining a night about.”

He takes another look back at the bruise before crossing over to the window next to her.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Don't see why it's such a bummer for you.”

She doesn't say anything, just watches the city. She doesn't move from the window, her eyes trained on the city below them.

;;MIKAH “Is it such a bad thing to feel empathy for another person?”

She raises an eyebrow but doesn't look at him. She keeps her eyes trained on the city below them. She struggled with her own emotions and being able to voice it.

;;MIKAH “I know most people don't think I have any empathy for anybody….”

She just shrugs her shoulders. He has no problem finishing the thought for her.

±±KRISTOPHER  “....let alone me.”

It was true as far as he was concerned. The fact that she was worried about him was touching, but was also a surprise to him.

±±KRISTOPHER  “I wouldn't have thought that I was important enough for all that. I am just an interesting distraction.”

She doesn't say anything, her eyes still on the city lights. She could see the people walking but they didn't look like people from their room.

;;MIKAH “I never said that you were a distraction. What do I have to be distracted from?”

She says it slowly and quietly. She moves her eyes along the strip to focus on the fountains in front of the Bellagio, watching as they go off, dancing to the music that neither of them could hear.

;;MIKAH “You are not a distraction.”

He sighs, not having the energy to drag whatever was on her mind out of her. He attempts to stretch, but does not get far before thinking better of it. The wince that crosses his face shows just how bad of an idea it might have been. He moves away from the window a little bit, a noticeable limp slipping into each step.

±±KRISTOPHER  “I'm just the guy that got embarrassed from behind and left in a pile to close a show. Doesn't sound like much more than a distraction…”

She glances at him.

;;MIKAH “Maybe you should lie down. I'll call down to the desk and request more pillows.”

She doesn't let him respond as she picks up the phone and presses the button to call down to the front desk. She watches him before looking at the bed.  She talks quietly before hanging up.

;;MIKAH “They will be here shortly with the pillows.”

She looks at him before sitting down in one of the chairs. She crosses one leg over the other. She was still sporting the orange dress from before and the heels. She doesn't hesitate to rid herself of the heels.

±±KRISTOPHER  If I lay down now I might not make it back up…”

He moves into the bedroom of the suite but does not stop at the bed. Instead, he goes into the bathroom and she can hear the sounds of running water coming from it. A few moments later he pops back into view, going to the couch and getting off his shoes while standing.

±±KRISTOPHER  “You going to wait for them?”

She nods her head.

;;MIKAH “We won't get them if I don't…”

She watches him again,  watching him move about the room.

;;MIKAH “What else do you want me to do?”

He nods back towards the sounds coming from the bathroom.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Come keep me company after they get here?”

The words themselves should have sounded like a demand, but the way he said them made it come out like a request. He did not sound confident that she would take him up on it.

±±KRISTOPHER  “I'll get bored by myself without anyone to talk to. Even if you just want to come sit on the counter and tell me about how all the Bombshells other than you suck.”

She looks at him but doesn’t say anything right away before she gets up from her seat and rummages through her suitcase to find a t-shirt and a pair of nike shorts to change into.

;;MIKAH “Maybe I suck too.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks over at him but nods his head, letting him know that she’d be in there. 

;;MIKAH “Okay.”

It was a simple answer; probably as simple as she could make it.  She watches him disappear into the bathroom moments later and she unzips the zipper to her dress.  She carefully removes it before tugging on the shirt over the bra she was wearing.  She jumps as somebody knocks on the door and she doesn’t bother with the shorts as she pulls her hair up and ties it up in a messy bun on the top of her head.  She opens the door in just the t-shirt and panties, the shirt just barely covering them.

Room Service Guy:  “H-here are the extra pillows, ma’am.”

She gives him a half warm smile as she takes the four pillows he had brought up for her. 

;;MIKAH  “Thank you.”

She doesn’t let him respond and letes the door shut before she flips the lock into place.  She sees the shorts on the floor where she had dropped them but doesn’t bother with picking them up as she marches into the bedroom and puts the pillows on the bed.   She rubs a hand over her face for a second before she walks into the bathroom.  She glances at him for a moment before she sits on the counter to look at him.

;;MIKAH  “How’s your bath?”

He already seemed more comfortable than he was walking around the room, but the pain was not as obvious on his face.

±±KRISTOPHER  “So hot water and bruises don't really like each other…”

He smiled though and tries to stretch out his shoulder where the impact had been the worst. He is able to take it a little further than he had been by the window.

±±KRISTOPHER  “It's working for what it's gonna work for. I can't be too unhappy.”

He hesitates for a few seconds, but looks up to her.

±±KRISTOPHER  “...not like you seem to be right now…”

She just offers him a smile before leaning back against the mirror as he relaxes in the hot water.  She just shrugs her shoulders once more.

;;MIKAH “I am fine.  I did not get thrown onto a car.”

She pulls her feet up onto the counter, letting them sit flat on the counter as her knees are pulled up to her chest.  She looks at him again before wrapping her arms around her legs for a moment.

;;MIKAH  “I still think you should go see a doctor.”

He draws his own conclusion from her words and looks at her surprised.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Are you actually worried that I am hurt? Is that why you are so down?”

He shakes his head, playing it off like there was nothing to worry about.

±±KRISTOPHER  “If I can't handle being pushed, I shouldn't be in a fighting profession.”

She lets out a frustrated sigh as she looks at him then puts her legs down, letting her feet dangle from the counter’s edge.

;;MIKAH “I get not wanting to get on meds and whatever else so you don’t slip back.  I understand that and I also understand not liking the doctor’s office.”

She hesitates before crossing her feet at her ankles as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “But isn’t it better to be safe than sorry?”

He sighs, trying not to invalidate her concerns by just brushing her away. He takes a second to try and see her side of things before letting in a little.

±±KRISTOPHER  “The staff said nothing was broken before I left. If I feel worse than I think I should tomorrow, I will get checked out.”

It was hard for him to even back down that much, but it was a start. He knew the truth about the attack, and that was why it did not seem so bad.

±±KRISTOPHER  “You know this is just the beginning though, right? This is just where it starts. This thing with me and Crimson is going to get a lot worse than a bruise…”

She doesn’t say anything, pursing her lips together for a moment before she looks at him.

;;MIKAH “I know.  I know there are risks that come with the job; I’ve been doing it for almost eleven years now.  It’s taken me this long to not be scared of going to the hospital.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH  “I just don’t…”

She frowns before leaning forward a bit, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.

;;MIKAH “I just don’t want something to happen to you.”

He shrugs his shoulders, not having any answer that she would want to hear.

±±KRISTOPHER  “As you can see, I don't have a lot of control in it. I can beat the guy into the ground, get in his face, or ignore him completely. He is still going to keep coming.”

He pauses for just a second, thinking over his next choice of words. It takes him a moment to find the right way to put it.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Either I am going to stop him, or he is going to stop me. Either way it is not going to end pretty.”

She doesn’t say anything, thinking about his words and really just not knowing what to say exactly.  She looks at him before swinging her legs a little more.

;;MIKAH  “No, you maybe don’t have a lot of control in it…”

She looks at him before offering a small smile.

;;MIKAH  “And it might not be very pretty.  Because unlike myself, it is not that pretty itself.”

She looks at him as she slides off of the counter and walks over to the jacuzzi style tub.  She stands next to it as she looks at him.

;;MIKAH  “I...Just...just be a little extra careful?  I don’t want to worry about you when I have to worry about the basket case.”

He can feel the hot water doing its job helping to alleviate the stiffness that was already starting to set in.

±±KRISTOPHER  “Don't sweat it. It's not important enough to worry about. I can't change it, or stop the wheels from turning. Whatever is going to happen is going to go down in four weeks.”

He smiles smugly, pushing the thought from his mind.

±±KRISTOPHER  “You know who can handle that kind of problem? Future Kris.”

She gives him a look before halfway sitting on the edge of the tub.

;;MIKAH “You should be nicer to future Kris.  I kind of feel sorry for Future Kris.”


END OF FLASHBACK SCENE

"VILLAIN STATUS."
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•


FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 2020
2:45 P.M.

The scene opens up to one of the many beaches in the beautiful San Diego area. The blonde bombshell is seen sitting in the sand and watching the ocean. However, she is not dressed in a bikini but instead a simple pair of Nike spandex black booty shorts and a simple neon yellow Nike sports bra. Her tennis shoes are seen off the side.

;;MIKAH “Tell me something, Johanna…”

She pauses for dramatic effect as her eyes flicker out to the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore.

;;MIKAH “How does it feel being the forgotten one?”

A smirk settles easily onto the blonde Bombshell’s face and her eyes flicker to the camera before they look back out at the ocean. She seemed calm as if she didn’t have anything to worry about when in fact, her mind was all over the place. Memories had been dragged back up, ones she hadn’t thought about until recently. Or at least until the attack O’Malley had done on Kris. She hadn’t been worried about him like that since 2018 and all the memories from that time was coming back, full force.

;;MIKAH “Are you confused? Because let me make it clear for you, Johanna.”

She looks back out at the ocean again as she leans back on her arms that were stretched out behind her with her hands in the sand.

;;MIKAH “When a tag team is booked against Wolfslair, who do you think they want to face?”

She keeps her eyes out on the ocean, almost as if she was ignoring the camera. To her, it was important for her to look into the camera. She had spent so many years doing that, and it never really seemed to matter anyways.

;;MIKAH “Of course I mean between you and Alica because Austin and Alex are already big stars on their own. And have set their own paths in SCW. But you? I ‘m not sure I know much about you.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “And don’t say that you were this or you were that because really, if you haven’t set a path for yourself in SCW, who are you really?”

She sighs and shakes her head to herself.

;;MIKAH “I talk a big game, I’ll be the first to admit that, Johanna. You won’t see me saying that I’m scared that I’m going to lose because I’m just not good enough. Because frankly, I am good enough. I’m better than good enough. However, let’s not talk down about your talent in the ring, Jo.”

Another smirk crosses her face as she looks over at the camera. That focused look in her eyes as she stares into the camera.

;;MIKAH “You and Alex Jones held the mixed tag titles for a good six months, correct? And that in itself is no laughing matter.”

She shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH “It’s quite an accomplishment. But did you have any real competition for those belts? Or were just one of those teams that were complacent enough to hold onto them because everybody else that they went up again sucked and lacked everything there is to be in a wrestler?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Let’s pick apart your little group, shall we? First of all we have Alicia Lukas….”

She stops for a moment, looking up at the sky as she gathers and organizes her thoughts in her head.

;;MIKAH “She has made a name for herself in the Bombshell division. She held the Bombshell Championship for a long ass time. And I believe she even broke the record that I set four years ago. I could be wrong but I believe that she did. So, already she’s got a lot more going for her than you do, Jo.”

Another trademark smirk crosses her face.

;;MIKAH “You don’t mind if I call you Jo, do you? Great, thanks.”

She acted as if Johanna had given her permission even though her opponent was nowhere to be seen. Semantics.

;;MIKAH “I’m not sure I care enough to dig through the history of SCW since I’ve been gone to see if you’ve actually done something worth talking about. Sure, you and Alex held the mixed tag team championships for six months but I think that it’s easier to obtain that than it is to hold a singles belt by one’s self. You have another person that you can rely on, whether or not you’re decent in the ring. You technically don’t even have to wrestle if you didn’t want to and if your partner is willing to carry you to the top of the division. It’s a simple thought, really and I’m sure it’s one that most teams have thought about. But have you? That’s the true question.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders at the thought.

;;MIKAH “Your entire group doesn’t seem to be the type to rely on their partners but then again, I haven’t been around long enough to know much about each of them in your group. And now, Alex Jones is the World Heavyweight Champion. He’s clearly got better things to do than to worry about you, Alicia, or Austin. I mean, he’s carrying an entire division on his back all while he has a target painted on his back. Do you really think that he’s going to have time to focus on the group, Jo? Because I really think when it comes down to it, he’s going to be all about himself. But he’s not your partner on Sunday. Austin is.”

She smiles again at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Austin also has made a name for himself in SCW. He’s clearly not somebody that I would want to mess with myself, but I’ll leave that up to my partner.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You know, everybody thought that when I came back to form the this team with Kristopher, that it wouldn’t work. That we’d clash and argue and nothing would ever get done. They said I would flop in the ring because I hadn’t been in the ring for almost two years but since I’ve returned, Kristopher and I haven’t lost a match together.”

She smirks confidently at the camera.

;;MIKAH “And separately? That’s a different story. Kristopher and I have both made a name for ourselves as singles competitors in SCW. And it’s not exactly something that you do without working at it. And I fully believe that you should be successful in the singles division before you go into a tag team, looking to be successful there. I fully believe in being able to stand on your own two feet. I think that that is important as a competitor to be able to know that they don’t have to rely on a partner but only to rely on one’s self. That is important. Kristopher and I can do that; I don’t have to rely on him to ensure that he and I pick up a win or vice versa. We have each other’s backs even when it doesn’t seem like we do. Was it a rocky path to get here? Yes, it was. Both of us have combustive personalities and are both strong willed but in the end, we both typically want the same thing.”

She smirks at the camera again.

;;MIKAH “And that’s the mixed tag team championships. I’m not going to beat around the bush and say we don’t want them because that would be a lie. Why wouldn’t a mixed tag team want them? That is after all the endgame for most of the teams in the company.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Time to be serious, Johanna, Austin, neither of you are stupid. You’re not bimbos looking for your fifteen minutes of fame. You’re not a team that wants just to be here for the fame. And while, I like to pick apart the things that I don’t know about either of you, I know that you’re both talented in the ring. Because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have held the championships for as long as you did. But does that mean that you’re more talented than Kris and I?”

She tilts her head to the side as she looks back at the camera again.

;;MIKAH “I personally do not think so. And while that sounds cocky and arrogant, I fully believe that Kristopher and I are better. And maybe I shouldn’t go into the match with so much arrogance that it backfires and we lose but losing isn’t going to be the worst thing that could happen to us. Plus, you’re most likely the only team that would be worth losing to.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH “I’ll be honest, I kind of wanted to step into the ring against Alicia Lukas to see what the hype about her is all about. But for now, I’ll have to focus on stepping into the ring against you, Johanna.”

She looks back out at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore again. It was almost mesmerizing to her.

;;MIKAH “Sunday isn’t too far off and we’ll be in Vegas waiting to tear up the arena and show everybody what we’re all made of. And I’m not sure if you all are made out to be villains or heroes, but I’ll gladly play the villain again just to steal the win from you.”

She looks out at the ocean again. It was almost as if she was hypnotized by the blue-green of the water. She turns and looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Because that’s what villains do.”

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Climax Control Archives / The New Standard
« on: August 21, 2020, 12:18:11 PM »
"TIME TO TALK."
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE i
REC•


WEDNESDAY AUGUST 19, 2020
1:05 A.M.

She had left the kitchen light on after grabbing herself a bottle of water and a blueberry bagel. She knew that she wasn’t going to be eating most of the bagel if any at all but it was nice for her to have the option. She sits down on the couch and sets the toasted bagel with butter on it on the coffee table before pulling her legs up into a criss-cross position underneath of her. She grabs the bottle of water and takes a drink as she just stares at the television in front of her that was turned off. She lets out a breath that she hadn’t realized that she had been holding.

It had been almost three weeks since she had been in California and it appeared that Kris hadn’t even realized that she had been gone. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, really. She had thought that maybe he would have realized she and the kids were gone but apparently she wasn’t important enough. She sighs and takes another drink of her water before slouching down into the couch.

She had been back in the Chicago area to finalize her divorce with Drake and to let him spend some time with Myles. She hadn’t been the best at that lately and she wasn’t looking forward to the shared custody, even though she was sure she’d have Myles more than Drake as he was always off doing whatever he wanted without any repercussions. It bothered her that he could just shake off his responsibility as Myles’ father and she took a deep breath, hoping to stop any tears that were going to fall down her face. It made her sad to think that at this moment in time, she was more of a single parent than she had been when Leighton was an infant. And Leighton hadn’t known her biological father for several years. They hadn’t even touched the custody part of the divorce, Mikah had only assumed that she’d get the primary custody of him and what not. She wasn’t worried about the child support, because she had enough money to support herself and probably six other kids. She just wanted Myles to have his father. She sighs and lets her eyes drift shut and lets her mind slip back to the summer of 2018


FLASHBACK TO JUNE 2018


The ride from the arena to the airport in the back of Alphonso’s limousine was tense and quiet. They managed to get along when they ate Panda Express with Despy but they went radio silent the moment the limousine doors closed. And now they were at the airport getting ready to board the jet.

;;MIKAH  “Thanks Alphonso. See you in Georgia.”

Alphonso smiles and nods his head as Mikah gathers her things and gets out of the limousine. She lets Kris lead but still keeps the radio silence thing going.  She follows him up the steps and into the jet, letting the airplane people take care of her luggage and stuff. 

She looks around the jet before sitting down in a chair and looking out the window. She hated take off and wasn't looking forward to it. They both seem to be okay with the silence or maybe he knew if he pushed she'd walk off the plane and get a ticket on a commercial jet.

In roughly ten minutes, they were in the air and at a pretty high altitude where it was safe for them to move about.

Mikah looks over at Kris before looking back out the window. 

;;MIKAH “Happy birthday.”

She says it quietly but loud enough for him to hear. He drops his phone into his lap and looks up at the clock on the wall. With a light shake of his head, he replies.

±±KRIS RYANS “Nah, a couple more hours until it is today in San Diego. I don't celebrate until it is my birthday there. Today is just Sunday.”

He pushes up from his seat and moves across the cabin to the full size bar set up near the wings. He walks around it and pulls the top off of the blender on the counter before going through the cabinets below.

±±KRIS RYANS “I am going to make a drink though, and there's definitely enough alcohol here for you if you want something.”

Each time he comes up from the cabinets, it is to drop a handful of something into the blender. The first few are ice, but fruit was soon to follow. Everything from oranges, to pineapples, and mangoes got tossed in, pre-sliced by the crew that got the plane ready. It was the best of of taking it for Kris.

±±KRIS RYANS “Not saying you have to..”

She looks over at him and shrugs her shoulders as she runs her fingers through her still damp hair. She then pulls it back to a messy bun before pulling her knees up to her chest.

;;MIKAH  “I'm good.”

She bites her bottom lip, thinking about the night’s events. She rubs her cheeks a bit before glancing at him.

;;MIKAH  “I wouldn't want to go overboard and have it…”

She stops though and doesn't finish her sentence before checking her phone and then putting it away, not wanting to deal with any more tweets.

±±KRIS RYANS “Suit yourself…”

He puts the lid back on top of the blender with a shrug, and turns it on. The blades shred everything inside, creating a bright orange colored smoothie. Kris pulls one of the glasses from the bar and pours half of the contents into the cup before returning the blender to its stand.

±±KRIS RYANS “Congrats on winning your title back. Apparently I get to interview you next week.”

He says the words as he passes by her, but continues to the back of the cabin. There is a small doorway in the back wall, and he gives the door a light push. The space inside was small, but contained a bed, small bathroom, and what he was looking for. He pulls a chair away from the desk in the corner of the room, and sits down at it. Kris digs through his pockets, tossing things into the drawer of the desk before trying some of his drink. He makes a spectacle of it, making sure Mikah could hear him smack his lips and let out a sigh of relief after drinking someone.

±±KRIS RYANS “That is delicious…”

She glances in his direction and rolls her eyes.  She drums her fingers against the arm of the chair, trying her best to ignore him. She looks out the window again, watching the night sky underneath them.

;;MIKAH  “I am sure that it is delicious.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders as she stands up and adjusts her Nike leggings before walking back to the area he was in and leans against the doorframe, looking at him.

;;MIKAH  “I thought you didn't drink? Should I be telling…”

But her voice fades off because most of her friends were friends with him as well.  Except her husband but she still hadn't decided how to approach that subject.

;;MIKAH  “And yes you do. I am sure you already have a lot of questions that you want to ask.”

She looks at him then at his drink. He point at the drink while shooting a condescending look her direction.

±±KRIS RYANS “No alcohol in this one. It is just fruit and ice. That stuff out there is Jay's thing, not mine. You drink. It's rude not to offer.”

He did not really seem interested in the same pleasantries they had shown each other while others were around. There was no need to pretend when it was just the two of them.

±±KRIS RYANS “I am sure they could find someone better to interview you though. I'm not Pussy Willow or that other one with the even dumber name.”

She rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “But that's not what the bosses want so.”

She just shrugs her shoulders before tugging off her hoodie and tossing it aside to reveal her turquoise tank top that shows the straps to her pink bra.

;;MIKAH  “I do drink.”

She moves over and sits on the bed, crossing her ankles and watching him. 

;;MIKAH  “But I'm trying not to as much. The experience of May 27th is enough for a while.”

She takes a deep breath before laying back on the bed. She stares up at the ceiling of the plane.

;;MIKAH  “You know...I probably upset a pregnant woman today.”

She lifts her head to look at him.

;;MIKAH  “I blame you.”

He takes a small book out of the desk and thumbs through it to an empty page.

±±KRIS RYANS “Well I apologized for eating teddy bear shaped cookies and wore a dumb shirt, so we are even.”

It takes a few moments of searching through the drawers but he finds a pen and starts writing on the first blank page. The first few lines come easy, but he has to put more thought into it as he goes.

±±KRIS RYANS “...but I guess that means Chelsea's test was positive.”

Mikah nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Yep.”

She doesn't say anything else for a minute or so before she can hear the pen scratching on the paper.  She gets up and walks over to him and peers over his shoulder.

;;MIKAH  “What are you writing?”

He makes no move to hide the book, and she finds the answer to her own question when she looks down at it. At the top was the date, and what followed looked like a list of notes about conversations he had, and things to remember. Her name is mentioned more than a few times, as well as both Chelsea's and Despayre’s.

±±KRIS RYANS “I have trouble remembering things sometimes. It's been something I have been doing since I came back with Jay. It helps me keep everything straight when it gets fuzzy.”

He laughs as he finishes out the last few important details of the day and closes the book before she can finish reading.

±±KRIS RYANS “It's not something I like to advertise.”

Mikah just looks at him before shrugging her shoulders, not judging him.

;;MIKAH  “It's not like I have anybody to tell anyways.”

She looks down at him before taking a deep breath and moving back over to the bed.

;;MIKAH  “Besides you. And maybe Leighton. Despy probably wouldn't understand.”

He shrugs and tosses the book into the desk.

±±KRIS RYANS “Anyone that gets punched in the face for a living should understand. You think Mercedes is getting her ass beaten and remembering all those stats off hand?”

He rolls his eyes at the thought. It made him feel better to think that everyone had the same problems that he did. Isolating himself only ever made things worse.

±±KRIS RYANS “You apparently have a whole horde of students and a husband to add to that list. Also probably Simon.”

Mikah smirks.

;;MIKAH  “Jealous that Simon was on my Twitter bio as my best friend before you were?”

She tosses a pillow at him.

;;MIKAH  “The husband doesn't give a shit.”

He picks up his drink, and drinks almost until the point of brain freeze just to put off having to answer her. Once he lowers the glass, he focuses more on it than trying to answer her question.

±±KRIS RYANS “It doesn't really matter. I should have really paid attention to how I made this though because it might be the best I have ever done.”

She rolls her eyes at him before standing up and wiggling a bit to adjust her leggings.

;;MIKAH  “What do you pay attention to? Other than the championship title picture. And Coby.”

She walks out of the bedroom area of the plane and over to the mini fridge and pulls the door open to grab herself a bottle of water. He spins around in the chair, looking out the doorway.

±±KRIS RYANS “Oh, so you are pissed off that Chelsea knew about your nearly permanent vacation. I get it now.”

She rolls her eyes as she takes a drink of the water. She closes her eyes for a moment before sitting down in one of the chairs. She screws the cap back on her bottle of water and deliberately chooses not to answer him about that.

;;MIKAH  “Disney World was great. Just wonderful. Magical things do happen there.”

She once again pulls her knees up, putting her feet on the bottom of the chair. He gets up out of his chair, bringing his drink with him.

±±KRIS RYANS “No, you don't get to be shitty and then change the subject. If you have something to say, then say it. It's gonna be a long plane ride otherwise.”

He crosses the cabin but does not take the seat across from her, opting to stay on his feet.

±±KRIS RYANS “I guess that's what your little salty pounding on my door thing was.”

She moves just enough to reach for her phone.

;;MIKAH  “My favorite part about Disney World was when I made Crystal tap out. Such a glorious feeling.”

She avoids his eyes before taking another drink of her water. He rolls his eyes in response.

±±KRIS RYANS “Every detail of my life gets dragged out in the public eye and thrown at me in promos. You keep quiet, and have to have a hard conversation with a close friend, and that is too much. Good to know.”

He takes another drink from his glass and then turns to set it on the bar. When he comes back he leans down to her, and lowers his voice.

±±KRIS RYANS “Coby screamed at me on that rooftop thinking it was me that did it. When he realized it wasn't me, there wasn't really a list of others if could have been if I cared about it. I didn't even have to say anything. He knew because I was pissed off.”

He shrugs his shoulders and lets out an irritated sigh before moving past her and back towards the room.

±±KRIS RYANS “Clearly it was a bad idea to give a shit. It's not doing me any favors.”

She rubs her hands over her face before getting up and following him.

;;MIKAH  “Then don't ask me to share my feelings! It's that simple, really.”

She moves in front of him pretty easily. She looks up at him.

;;MIKAH  “I didn't need that shit tonight. I didn't need Chelsea asking me if I was okay indirectly or bringing it up on air! And it is not my fault that your life gets displayed out in public. It is not my fault more people pay attention to you than they do me.”

She looks up at him again.

;;MIKAH  “I am sorry that I don't have many friends that actually give a crap. Because well, the only other one I had is dead. And buried in some cemetery who the fuck knows where.”

She stops to rub her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “I'm also sorry that I seem to have emotions. I'll go back to not having them.”

She goes to move past him to go back to the cabin. He does not hesitate before firing back at her with his own pointed words.

±±KRIS RYANS “Maybe if you could just have them consistently instead of taking little jabs at me and then changing the subject. If you want to talk about it, then fucking talk about it.”

He makes no move to follow her.

±±KRIS RYANS “I didn't tell her to say anything. I didn't talk to her. I had nothing to do with it. But I get blamed? Why? For being a friend that you sometimes hook up with and can use as a verbal punching bag? No thanks.”

She turns to look at him, her eyes narrowing at him.

;;MIKAH  “But you are the common denominator. And I get that he's your best friend. And you need to tell him things. But fuck.”

She throws the water bottle down.

;;MIKAH  “Are you going to tell him we've been fucking too?”

Her eyes move to his. He does not back down from her either.

±±KRIS RYANS “I don't think I need to.”

His voice was not raised, but that did not mean he sounded happy about it.

±±KRIS RYANS “It was obviously a bad decision. Everything has only gotten worse since we crossed that line. You don't even want to have a conversation with me, you would rather just be pissed off. How can we make that work as friends? Or even as partners on our show?”

She looks away from him.

;;MIKAH  “Do you think I was only pissed tonight?  You think that was the only thing I was feeling?”

She raises her eyebrows at him. 

;;MIKAH  “Because if it is, then well.”

She just holds her arms out before letting them drop down to her sides.

;;MIKAH  “Then whatever.”

She turns to go back and sit back down in her chair. He points to her without following.

±±KRIS RYANS “...and that is what you do. You say you want to be able to have feelings, and share them, but when it comes to actually sharing them, you don't want to. You just want to sit and sulk.”

His voice starts to raise, and she was one of the few people that could even make that happen.

±±KRIS RYANS “If you want to talk, then you have to talk. You don't get to complain about it, and then shut down. You can't have it both ways.”

She looks at him but doesn't move from the chair right away.

;;MIKAH  “Because when I do share them, it doesn't seem to matter any!”

She didn't care if her voice was loud or not. She stands back up and walks over to him, getting in his bubble.

;;MIKAH  “You want me to talk about my feelings but every time I do, it blows up in my face. So excuse me if I don't think that it is a very good idea.”

She looks up at him her breathing slightly heavy. He does not back away, but his demeanor changes once she is right in front of him. Most of the frustration is gone and he has trouble focusing on their argument.

±±KRIS RYANS “Because you half ass it. You start to say something and then stop.”

He meant the words, but as he went they became less angry.

±±KRIS RYANS “Just spit it out.”

She looks up at him, seemingly thinking as they stand in the slightly narrow hallway.

;;MIKAH  “I…..”

She closes her eyes trying to shake off the vulnerable feeling.

;;MIKAH  “I...felt…”

She chews on her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH  “I was upset, okay? It's not like I tell people a lot of things and when Chelsea mentioned it, I just thought you…”

Her voice stops.

;;MIKAH  “I felt betrayed. And if you had told that, what else would you tell?”

He reached out and puts his hand on her cheek, raising her face up so his eyes can meet hers.

±±KRIS RYANS “I would not have told him, and he didn't actually have any details. I wouldn't do that, and you should know that. He pushed buttons until he got what he wanted,and he can do that because he has been around for a lot.”

He shrugs, letting his hand drop.

±±KRIS RYANS “I thought that you would trust me enough to know that. Or maybe just enough to talk to me before jumping to the wrong conclusion.”

She shrugs her shoulders a bit.

;;MIKAH  “I wanted to...I just…”

She chews on her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH  “I know you're different but there are not many I trust before. And this…”

She motions between them through the small space she can.

;;MIKAH  “Would be a big secret exposed.”

END OF FLASHBACK

She opens her eyes and sighs. She didn’t want them to go back to that type of relationship where they didn’t tell each other things. She wanted to be able to communicate freely with him without being worried or scared of the repercussions. She sighs and gets up and walks down the hallway to his room and knocks before opening the door and looking into his room. Once she spots him, she makes sure that her eyes lock with his. She seems a little hesitant as she looks at him, the silence lingering between them this time. She swallows hard before leaning against the frame of the door as he waits for what she was going to say. It would maybe be the first time she felt as if she could say it.

;;MIKAH “We need to talk.”

"THE WHOLE PACKAGE."
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL SUMMER XXXTREME: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•


FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 2020
7:45 P.M.

The scene opens up to Mikah sitting on a stool in a room that appeared to be bare. The walls were white according to the camera and she sat in the middle of the room on a stool with one leg crossed over the other. As soon as the camera begins filming, the walls begin to come to life. They begin playing some of Mikah’s greatest matches and clips of her backstage. It was now evident that the once white walls were actually green screens so she could have her memories flashing on the walls around her.

;;MIKAH “If you have done your research, Bella, these are the some of the things you might see…”

She looks around her, letting herself see the images on the wall. She smiles to herself as she watches herself dominate in a match before she turns her attention back to the camera and cracks a smile at it.

;;MIKAH “But if you haven’t done your research, I am not sure what you’re going to have to say about me.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “And I can say that I won’t be bothered by it because I can assure you that I’ve been called everything there is to be called. You don’t get an impressive resume like mine by making friends and having pleasant things be said about you.”

In the background something can be heard and after a while it is praises of Tommy Knocks being played on repeat. It was rare that the host of the Hotwire ever had anything bad to say about her and he had named her the number one Bombshell of all time, so she had his compliments playing softly.

;;MIKAH “Do you even know who you’re stepping into the ring against, Bella?”

She tilts her head to the side, a small smirk spreading across her face.

;;MIKAH “I’m a three time Bombshell Champion, a former Internet Bombshell Champion, and a former Roulette Bombshell champion. I have a resume that will make your accomplishments look weak. And yes, you and Malachi are the current Mixed Tag Team Champs but let’s be real…”

She smirks as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You won’t be holding them for much longer. Because Kristopher and I? We know how to win and get shit done. Nobody has taken us seriously as a team because we ‘bicker’ too much or can’t seem to get along. But I’m the person that can push personal differences aside to work with my partner in a match and if that’s what I have to do to ensure that my team gets the win? I will.”

She flicks her hair over her shoulders before she looks at the camera again.

;;MIKAH “Clearly there’s no doubt that you and Malachi are a team that knows how to work together. You’ve been doing it for a while, right? You had a shot at the previous Mixed Tag Champions at Into the Void but fell short. And at Summer XXXtreme, you and Malachi won the championships, securing the goal that you’d set for yourselves as a team. But how do you feel knowing that you’re transitional champions?”

She knew that it was a bold statement to be making but she simply didn’t care. She rarely cared if the things she said were bold and maybe crossing over the line.

;;MIKAH “Because I’m sure you’ve heard rumblings in the backstage area. When I want something and I’m focused on that goal? I don’t fail, Bella. And right now? You and your partner have what Kristopher and I have our eyes on. There isn’t going to be much failure when it comes to this. I won’t allow it. I’ve never been one to step away from a challenge. I’ve beat Chrystal or Christina, whichever crazy persona she’s going by right now so many times it has become boring and repetitive.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I’ve also beat Mercedes Vargas so many times that I could beat her in my sleep. You, are going to be new and fresh and full of surprises, I’m sure. But even though you’re not going to be one of those boring, repetitive opponents, I’m still going to kick your ass as if you were. It will be a new challenge to me and I actually do look forward to stepping into the ring with you.”

She smirks.

;;MIKAH “It’s always fun to say that you beat the current champions in a non-title match up.”

She smirks at the camera once more.

;;MIKAH “What you and Malachi have is. . .”

She frowns and scrunches up her nose a little at the thought of what she was going to say.

;;MIKAH “Gross.”

She smirks again, wiping the frown easily from her face.

;;MIKAH “Oh, did you think I was going to say sweet? Because ew. I don’t do sweet shit for anybody. I was married to Drake Green for almost four years and while I was in love with him when we were married, I can honestly say that he and I didn’t have that sickeningly sweet relationship that people gush over. But let’s not go down that road.”

She chuckles.

;;MIKAH “What you and Malachi need to focus on is the fact that Kristopher and I? We work well together. Despite all the bickering we have done since I’ve returned as a competitor, we do work well together. And nobody believed that he and I would ever become successful as a Mixed Tag team here in SCW. But we’ve had a handful of matches together since and we’ve won them. But what I want you and Malachi to do is…or more like, not to do..is..”

She hesitates as a match of her own catches her eye on the walls. And for a moment she is drawn into her own self. She shakes her head and turns her focus back on the camera.

;;MIKAH “Don’t focus on the fact that Kristopher and I bicker on Twitter back and forth. It’s just Twitter. Nothing that happens on there should be taken seriously. Ever.”

She wasn’t the type to promote her match on Twitter or even say when she’s working out. People don’t need to know that.

;;MIKAH “What you should do is go back to the summer of 2018 and look at who was dominating the Bombshell roster and the Superstars roster. Pre-July for the Superstars roster, however. It was me and Kristopher.”

She puts her hands together to clasp them together as she looks at the camera, a smirk donning her pretty face.

;;MIKAH “And you would think that people would come to the conclusion that you put two people of that caliber together in a tag team that it would work, right?”

Again, she tilts her head to the side as her eyes are locked on the camera.

;;MIKAH “But no, people don’t think that. They think Kristopher and I are laughable. And replaceable. They think that we’re going to be a flash in the pan and not be worth anything after a few months. But newsflash, I didn’t hold the Bombshell Championship for as long as I did to just be flash in the pan or another transitional champion like Mercedes Vargas or Crystal-Christina.”

She shakes her head as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Oh no, I came back for Kristopher and I to break records. And set the bar for what a mixed tag team should be and should look like. Because let’s be honest…”

She smirks again, that arrogance reaching her eyes this time.

;;MIKAH “Kristopher and I together? We look fucking amazing. I’m fucking beautiful and he’s fucking beautiful, so together we’re a good looking team. There’s a reason people like Christian Underwood and Fenris go bat shit crazy over him.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Looks might not be everything but when you have them, flaunt them. And so with looks and our talent in the ring, we’re the whole package. And you and Malachi?”

She smirks at the camra as she stands up.

;;MIKAH “Have everything to be worried about.”

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Climax Control Archives / the C O M E B A C K
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "RUSTY?."
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 5
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE i
REC•



TUESDAY JULY 7, 2020
3:05 P.M.

The blonde bombshell found herself in the gym by herself and she glances at her smartwatch on her wrist and rolls her eyes. She had been awake since six a.m. that morning and had already gotten a run in, ran after Myles in the park, made Leighton think about what school in the area she wanted to attend, and had gotten them both lunch. And that was all before noon. She had felt pretty productive for herself and had managed to squeeze in a second run after lunch. She was enjoying the fact that Leighton could watch Myles and that she didn’t have to worry about Leighton dropping the one year old on his head. It helped that Myles was mobile and liked Leighton. And the kids seemed to like Kristopher, too. And while a part of her was happy, another part of her was slightly worried.

Mikah looks up as the doors to the gym open and her soon-to-be fifteen year old daughter walks in, carrying Myles. Mikah frowns just a little bit.


;;MIKAH “Leigh, I thought I told you it was his--”

But she stops. It was now 3 P.M. and his naptime was over. She watches as Leighton helps Myles get in the ring from the apron before she herself climbs in as well. Mikah smiles as Myles toddles over to her and raises his arms to Mikah. Mikah easily gives the one year old what he wants and she picks him up. She smothers his tiny face in kisses as Leighton leans against the ropes.

;:MYLES “Mama!”

The one year old only said a few words and mama was the one that Mikah liked hearing most. She smiles and nods her head at the one year before her eyes flicker over to Leighton.

;;MIKAH “You can…”

She started to talk but stops when she hears the doors to the gym open and Kris walks in. Mikah gives him a look before pressing a kiss to Myles’ head as she motions for Leighton to get out of the ring. Leighton sighs but doesn’t argue with he mother and then takes Myles from her mother when she hands him through the ropes to her.

;;MIKAH “Take him to the park just down the street. You can stop to get ice cream if you’d like. There’s a hundred in my wallet.”

Leighton nods before walking past Kris to leave the gym, giving him a smile and Myles grins and giggles at the sight of him. The action causes Mikah to roll her eyes before she moves over to one of the turnbuckles of the ring and climbs up and sits on the top turnbuckle, her eyes following Kris around the gym.

;;MIKAH “Oh look. He does know where the gym is.”

She carefully crosses one leg over the other as she sits on the top turnbuckle, watching his every move. He shrugs off the hostility as he crosses the gym towards where she is in the ring. He doesn’t look particularly happy, but that was true more often than not these days. Coby had left, and for the most part, it was looking like the entirety of Jet City had written him off. Mikah could understand why he was on edge, but on the other hand, it opened the door for the two of them to team. In her opinion, he had gotten the better end of the deal.

±±KRIS RYANS “I didn’t think that you would be taking things seriously enough to actually be here already. I was busy getting us some practice dummies.”

Instead of climbing the stairs leading up to the ring, he dives under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring before getting to his feet. He was dressed in a muted black version of his ring gear like they were going to have a match right here and now in the middle of an empty gym. Not that an empty gym really felt different than she assumed being in the ring in The Staggs Dungeon would be.

±±KRIS RYANS “Have you actually been doing anything, or just showing your kids how good you are at standing in a ring?”

She raises an eyebrow at him before rolling her eyes at him then folding her arms over her chest. She carefully slides off of the top turnbuckle and onto her feet as she looks at him before giving him one of those fake smiles.

;;MIKAH “You know, I just thought I’d stand on the ring and look pretty. It’s what most people think I’m going to do anyways. Maybe I should live up to their expectations. It’s clearly yours.”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out as she gathers her hair up into a ponytail and then secures it with an elastic hair tie on the top of her head. She watches him before she looks around the gym before she leans back against the ropes.

;;MIKAH “And what have you been doing? Sleeping? I’ve gone on two runs, chased my baby at the park, and fed both of my kids all before noon. And I’ve been in here for a while. So...more than you, I’m guessing?”

She didn’t care if she was sounding snippy or not, he’s probably heard worse from her anyways. Depending on the day, that is. She uses the ropes to stretch a bit, even though she was already certain she was stretched out enough.

;;MIKAH “You shouldn’t worry about me, Kristopher. I’ll be fine in the ring. As if you care.”

She was sporting just a pair of Nike Spandex volleyball style black shorts and a matching neon yellow sports bra. She didn’t feel like putting her ring attire on; it took too much work and showed too much for just training.

±±KRIS RYANS “I was making sure that you are actually going to be ready once it is time for Climax Control.”

He does not explain at first, but when Mikah tries to interject, he waves a hand at her to cut her off.

±±KRIS RYANS “Yeah, yeah. It’s always the same thing. You’re going to be ready. Everyone is underestimating you. You’re one of the best bombshe--”

At this point she could not help but interrupt him.

;;MIKAH “THE best bombshell.”

Kris closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. It was just going to waste more time that they did not have if they let themselves get bogged down in an argument. He lets the breath out, and thinks over his words carefully before speaking.

±±KRIS RYANS “It’s stuff like that...”

He opens his eyes, and locks onto hers. He is not hostile, but also far from joking.

±±KRIS RYANS “I was saying all the same things, and acting the exact same way when I first showed up. I thought that I could jump right back in just because it had always come easy. What happened?”

She goes to answer him, but he cuts her off before she can get a single word out.

±±KRIS RYANS “Bill Barnhart got the better of someone that was a little bit more arrogant than he was confident. I got to correct that mistake, but it’s not like I can wipe away what happened. I went out and fell on my face, and I was just as smug as you are now when I did it. The difference is, I wasn’t dragging anyone else down with me. It was just a setback for me. We are a team now. You not actually putting the work in is going to cost me everything that I have fought to get back, so pardon me for being a little anxious about the whole thing.”

She tries to hold back the eye roll that most certainly was coming and she succeeds but only by looking away from him. She lets her eyes stare at something off to her right for a moment before she looks back at him.

;;MIKAH “I’m not sure what you thought I’ve been doing when you’re off doing fuck knows what? But it wasn’t sitting on my ass and crying because of my divorce or whatever it is people are thinking out there.”

She looks at him and tilts her head to the side as she chews on the inside of her bottom lip for a moment. She tries to organize her thoughts before she looks at him again, a more serious look on her face.

;;MIKAH “I didn’t get my start in SCW; I have people I know and trust more out of SCW than I do inside of that place. So while you were off sticking your nose in Coby’s business, I was working with a friend from my past. One that I’ve worked with before and I knew could keep his mouth shut so I could train without nosey people watching me.”

She hesitates for a moment before looking at him again.

;;MIKAH “I don’t plaster that stuff all over social media. What I do when I work on making a comeback is for me, not for the idiots on Twitter.”

She offers him a slightly more sincere smile before she pushes herself off of the ropes and looks at him.

;;MIKAH “You can either trust me or not, that’s on you. But you better start to because we’re in a match on Sunday.”

She shrugs her shoulders at him.

;;MIKAH “And maybe you should stop listening to the morons on Twitter about me and my in ring ability. Because they know as much about me as Drake did. Does.”

She frowns a little to herself at the tense she was looking for but eventually just shakes her head and shrugs it off. It wasn’t a comparison that Kris was going to let slide though. Any chance that he had of keeping himself together went out the window once Drake’s name was dropped.

±±KRIS RYANS “First, me and that guy have zero in common. He likes himself a lot more than I like myself, and that isn’t the easiest bar in the world to clear. There is nobody else that exists in his world other than himself. If I was like Drake, I wouldn’t be here right now. We wouldn’t even be a team, because in order to rely on others, you have to give a shit about others, and he doesn’t. My circle might be small, but his is nonexistent.”

He was getting further and further away from the point that he had come down to the gym to make. This was why he did not want to get angry, but she made it seem so appealing most of the time. It felt like they spent more time sniping at each other than doing anything productive.

±±KRIS RYANS “I don’t want us to go out there and mess this up. Everyone is already saying that we have only tagged together a couple of times and it was years ago. Everyone is waiting for us to fail, just so that they can say that they told us so. You might already be in the Hall of Fame and everyone might think of you as the best of all time, but I am not there yet and I am tired of all of the setbacks.”

He takes a breath while the two stand on opposite sides of the ring, both at a loss for words. If he was going to end the argument though, he was going to have to lay everything out in the open.

±±KRIS RYANS “We get along because we are alike. I was saying and doing all of the same things that you are now. I got shitty when people said I wasn’t ready. They ended up being right. I don’t want to go out and lose to the fucking Trenton Tigers just to relive the joke.”

Again, she has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at him; it was the common denominator when it came to fights with Drake. But it was like second nature to her to do it. She looks at him and raises an eyebrow at him.

;;MIKAH “Two things…”

She wiggles two fingers at him before moving it to just one finger being held up.

;;MIKAH “One, stop listening to the morons that keep saying we’re going to fail, that’s not helping anything.”

This time, she lets the eye roll happen as she adds the second finger up.

;;MIKAH “And secondly, it’s your fault that we’re in this fucking, stupid ass match anyways. If you’d have just used that thing in your back pocket, we’d have moved to the front of the line.”

She rolls her eyes again for the second time in just a few short seconds.  Old habits die hard.

±±KRIS RYANS “Would that make it easy enough for you?”

He steps to his side and dips his head a little, moving into her field of vision and not allowing her to look away from him.

±±KRIS RYANS “Let’s make one thing very clear. I won that shot. Me. Not us. We haven’t done shit in this division. We haven’t teamed together in years. You haven’t been inside the ring in years. I won a match that gives me the opportunity to name a championship, and they have to give me a shot at it. Why would I piss that away right off the bat?”

He has to hold back a little, because it was not Mikah that he was mad at. Since the moment he walked away with the ability to control his own destiny, every person in SCW has tried to tell him what he should do with his opportunity. Mikah was not even the worst offender, but she was the only one in front of him right now.

±±KRIS RYANS “It’s not like the Mixed Tag Championships are all that hard to get a shot at. The Trenton Tigers have already gotten a couple. Wolflair has basically smacked around everyone on the roster. We have the accomplishments and records to warrant a shot, sure, but they aren’t just going to hand it to us. However, we go in and beat this team-- a team that we beat on paper 10 times out of 10-- and we jump to the front of the line anyways.”

Sometimes talking to her felt like talking to a wall, but he was hoping that he was making at least a little sense.

±±KRIS RYANS “We keep my automatic shot in my back pocket in case things go sideways in the next five months. Save it for a rainy day. Right now it’s not raining. You’re just impatient.”

It was nothing new for her to be called impatient; she already knew that. She liked to think it was her best quality. Kidding. Sort of.

;;MIKAH “And what happens when we win those belts and five months later we still have them and you still have that thing? What then? Because you sure as hell can’t be a tag team champion and go for a singles championship.”

He does not even hesitate before answering her with a chuckle.

±±KRIS RYANS “Well we can burn that bridge when we get to it.”

She hesitates for a moment or two, clearly dealing with an internal struggle with what she wanted to say next, or what was going to come out of her mouth next. She looks at him and for a split second a look of vulnerability is on her face but she is quick to blink it away.

;;MIKAH “Never mind.”

She brushes it off with a wave of her hand as she looks at him. She avoids his gaze again, her eyes moving over to the doors before back to him.

;;MIKAH “You’d think as much time we spent together two years ago, you’d have just a little more trust in me. I never once missed a beat when I was the Bombshell Champion and just because I had a baby, doesn’t invalidate me as a competitor. Two years is nothing; I’ve never even been out with an injury.”

She looks at him knowingly. It came out as a fact instead of a barb, but given Kris’ long list of injuries that have knocked him out of action in SCW, it definitely stung a little.

;;MIKAH “But it’s fine. I’ll just prove you wrong too, it’s not like it’ll be that hard.”

She looks at him before giving him a once over.

;;MIKAH “Who knows, in a month you’ll probably ditch me and move onto something else. It’s not like you’re doing anything other than lecturing me anyways.”

They could keep arguing in circles forever, but just as Kris found the words, the door chimed behind them. He did not even have to look back at it to know that it had to be the aforementioned practice dummies that he spent the morning convincing to help them out.

±±KRIS RYANS “Funny you say that...”

Kris steps out of Mikah’s way and turns towards the door. Former SCW stars and founding father’s of The Black Sheep Porter and Killian Sweete are leading the pack, talking amongst themselves. Behind them are current SCW Bombshell Tallyn, and former Blast from the Past Winner Courtney Pierce. Mikah looks back and forth between Kris and the group confused, but a smile spreads across his face.

±±KRIS RYANS “You want to prove you still got it? We can take care of that here and now. Killian hits just as hard as Sludge, and is just as hard to move around the ring. Porter is just as shifty as me, and knows every submission I can think of. The dude is a perfect stand in for Vector. Tallyn can rival Char Kwan’s technical prowess, and Court… well I am pretty sure she just signed up for this to be able to get back at me for causing her to break her hand a couple years ago...”

Mikah looks back at Kris still slightly confused.

±±KRIS RYANS “We can team them up a few different ways. You get to prove to me that I don’t have to worry about you, and we get to prepare for the Tigers at the same time. It’s a win-win.”

The foursome of current and former SCW stars makes their way over to the ring where Kris and Mikah stand next to one another, clearly picking up on the tension between the two of them. As always Killian could not help himself from trying to break the ice.

±±KILLIAN SWEETE “If you two are going to be stealing our name, we might as well make sure that you don’t shit all over it in the process.”

±±PORTER SWEETE “It’s not like we were too busy to help or anything.”

The two women did not look as eager to help as their male counterparts.

::COURTNEY PIERCE “Yeah well, it wouldn’t hurt to get to spar against a Hall of Famer before trying to mount a comeback of my own. Plus, if you guys get your act together, I get to take credit for making it happen.”

Mikah once again rolls her eyes at all of them, her arms going back to a folded position over her chest.

TALLYN “I’m just here because I have nothing better to do.”

She just looks at them all before again, rolling her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Whatever. If we’re gonna do this let’s get it over with...”

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "BACK IN CONTROL."
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•



FRIDAY, JULY 10, 2020
7:45 P.M.

The scene opens up to Mikah sitting on the end of the San Diego beach pier. Her legs were dangling over the edge and she was watching the sunset. She turns just slightly to face the camera that looked like it was being recorded from a cell phone rather than a high tech one.  Mikah smirks at the camera before running her fingers through her straight blonde locks that seemed to whip around her face due to the ocean breeze.

;;MIKAH “How many people are betting on me losing the match for Kristopher and myself?”

She turns her attention back to the ocean that was out in front of her.

;;MIKAH “I know about four people who are at least hoping that that’s the case this weekend.”

She hesitates as her eyes scan the horizon of the ocean.

;;MIKAH “But those four people….do they really count for much when it comes to their opinions?”

She laughs a little and shakes her head.

;;MIKAH “I would think not. Let’s see, have they had any real success since they came from SCU?”

She glances over at the camera.

;;MIKAH “We’re seven months into 2020 and while it’s been the worst few months since it began, the Trenton Tigers have not seemed to gather any traction to get any success. They try, don’t get me wrong but they don’t seem to go anywhere. Because they seem to like to talk a big talk but don’t know how to back it up.”

She shrugs.

;;MIKAH “There’s four of you in that group. You would think that maybe there’d be one person in it that could be successful in the ring and catch a win for the team. But I don’t think I could remember the last time you won a match. Or if I even care when the last time you won a match was.”

She smirks to herself for a moment before she looks at the camera again and laughs to herself.

;;MIKAH “I tried to watch a few of your promos but it was a struggle to sit through it. You say multiple times that you outperform your opponents but from what I can tell, that was a lie. I doubt you could even out perform yourself let alone your opponent.”

Again, she simply just shrugs her shoulders before kicking her legs gently back and forth.

;;MIKAH “Let me take a stab at what you’re going to say about me, shall we?”

Her eyes flicker to the camera momentarily before they look out at the ocean again.

;;MIKAH “Clearly, I’m the best Bombshell on the roster. Tommy Knocks said so and I’m a current Hall of Famer. I’m a three time Bombshell Champion. I’ve held that Roulette Championship and I’ve held the Internet championship for my division. But I also haven’t been in the ring for almost two years. And then you have the fact that I said I hate tag team wrestling. . .that’s been plastered all over my career. And it’s not a lie.”

She smirks and chuckles to herself.

;;MIKAH “I do hate tag team wrestling. I hate Bombshell tag team wrestling. I’ve always said mixed tag team wrestling was something I’d be okay with doing. In fact, Kristopher and I are the one that pushed for the division two and a half years ago. We had made a pact to one another saying that when we dropped the top titles, we’d go for the mixed tag titles. And it might have taken us two and a half years to get there, but here we are.”

She raises an eyebrow before smirking to herself.

;;MIKAH “I’m sure you’ll say something like how I’m great in the ring but I’ve been out of practice for two years so, you’re expecting somebody a little slower, not as quick as I was two years ago. Or something of the sort. You’ll say that I’ll be expecting an easy win but that you’re not going to give it to me or something along those lines. It doesn’t matter because you will talk about how I haven’t been in the ring for two years. It’s all anybody can seem to talk about on Twitter.”

She rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH “And even though none of you use Twitter, I’m sure you share the same sentiments as those other idiotic morons on Twitter. Because none of you use your own brains but instead, focus on what other people are saying. Nobody wants to focus on the fact three months ago tomorrow, Tommy Knocks said I was the best Bombshell that SCW ever had. That I was thee number one Bombshell to step foot in the ring for them. And I hadn’t even been wrestling for two years and I still got the number one vote. So, maybe people should be thinking about why I got the number one spot.”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH “That’s the Mikah that you’re going to see on Sunday, Trenton Tigers. You’re going to see the best Bombshell ever. And you’re not going to see it coming. ANd maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe you need to be thinking that I’m going to have a little ring rust and not be ready for our match. It will just show everybody how incompetent you all are in the ring...”

She runs her fingers through her hair once more and shakes it out with her hand.

;;MIKAH “But all of you should be able to beat any tag team because the four of you should have the upper hand against your opponents. You don’t have to tell which two is going out there to face anybody. You should be able to have the element of surprise on your side but somehow, you just can’t get it done. I mean, Sludge appears to be a little on the slow side. Sure, he’s big and strong but he’s lacking up here.”

She taps her head to go with her words.

;;MIKAH “And Daniela?”

She makes a face that makes her look as if she was in pain.

;;MIKAH “Clearly, she’s hit her head a few times. You should be able to function as a team and as a singles competitor. But since she couldn’t hack it as a singles competitor, she’s going to complain that she doesn’t like it and would rather rely on Sludge for support.  Bitch, you need to figure out how to support yourself. And by the way, you’re Dani Weston. She’s the best Dani that’s been in SCW.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder but the wind still blows it around, some getting in her face.

;;MIKAH “Let’s not bother with the other two; because clearly Sludge and Daniela only throw Vector and Char Kwan a match if they think they can’t win. They’d rather those two take the loss than themselves.”

She shakes her head and makes a tsking noise.

;;MIKAH “But none of you have a partner like I have. None of you have Kris Ryans as their tag team partner.”

She smirks at the camera again. That confident look appearing in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “Two years ago, he was at the top of the food chain, he was the best.And since he’s been back, can you say he’s been anything but impressive?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH “He’s definitely a future Hall of Famer for the company. And he should be. There’s no reason that he wouldn’t be. And while you four argue about which two of you will meet us in the ring on Sunday? We’ve already got it figured out. Him and I? We already work well together. There’s no doubt about that. We’ve teamed together before and it was easy and successful for us.”

She smirks.

;;MIKAH “So just imagine what’s going to happen after Sunday? After we’ve smashed your ugly faces into the canvas and people realize that my comeback is serious?”

She holds another confident look.

;;MIKAH “We’ll already be on the top of the division. And yes, Wolfslair you should be worried about it.”

She shrugs her shoulders before her eyes look back out on the ocean. The silence lulls for a moment as she watches the sun sinks lower into the ocean.

;;MIKAH “Kristopher and I have always wanted to hold the Mixed Tag Team Championships. There have just been other things that have been stopping us from going after them. But now? There’s not going to be anything holding us back.”

She glances back at the camera and winks at it.

;;MIKAH “And well, we’ll take on whoever we have to to make sure that we get a shot at Wolfslair. And we won’t need more than one shot to beat them.”

She didn’t care if she sounded confident or arrogant; she almost always backed it up. And she was confident in her abilities and in her partner’s abilities.

;;MIKAH “And Trenton Tigers, you’re the ones that we have to beat to get on our way to what we will eventually deserve. Just a small little block in the roadway and we’ll take care of that on Sunday.”

She pauses for a moment.

;;MIKAH “Sunday will be the day that everybody realizes that Kristopher and I are serious about this and that we are going to be a real team.”

She makes a face.

;;MIKAH “And yes, I know, everybody likes him more than they like me. I really don’t care. Because I don’t need the other morons to like me because I’m going to remind them on Sunday why I’m the fucking best.”

She smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH “No, that’s wrong.”

She taps her index finger to her chin a few times as if she was trying to think of what she needed to say.

;;MIKAH “Kristopher and I are going to show everybody why we’re the best.”

She looks at the camera, holding her gaze with it. She is quiet for a moment as she keeps just looking into the camera.

;;MIKAH “And there’s nothing anybody can do about it but try to stop us. And good luck with that.”

She smirks as she stands up and starts to walk away from the pier before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

14
Character Building Roleplays / The End of a Chapter
« on: March 31, 2020, 08:14:35 PM »
 OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
Date: March 31, 2020.
Time: 11:00 AM.
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A sigh escapes the blonde Bombshell's lips as she jostles Myles in her arms as she unlocks the front door. She runs her fingers through her hair as Myles chews on his fingers.

Mikah: "Finally home baby…"

She kisses the infant's head as she struggles for a second or two before setting her stuff down in the doorway before going into the living room and sets the toddler down on the floor. She glances around, looking for her absent husband. She smiles as Leighton walks into the room.

Leighton: "Hey mom."

Mikah smiles before kissing her daughter's head.

Mikah: "Hey, Leigh. Can you watch Myles for me for a bit?"

Leighton raises an eyebrow at her mother but doesn't seem to protest as she picks up her baby brother.

Leighton: "Sure, Mom."

Mikah smiles before going to find Drake, assuming that he was in the office. She doesn't bother with knocking on the door and just walks in.

Mikah: "So which whore are you putting your dick in now?"

She folds her arms over her chest as she looks at her husband. She didn't take in what he was doing or if she had even noticed. Drake lifts his head up from his book.

Drake: “Hi honey...missed you too”

He smiles as he takes a sip of his scotch. She looks at him and raises an eyebrow at him with that cold, calculated look that had become her signature look.

Mikah: "I'm sure you have…."

She didn't seem amused with his sarcasm as she shifts her weight a little from foot to foot.

Mikah: "Or did you only miss me because the whore down the road hasn't invited you over? Or the whore from Twitter. Or you know, whichever one it is this month."

She raises an eyebrow at him.

Drake: “Ok…”

He sets his drink, and his book, down on the desk and leans back in the chair.

Drake: “What’s going on? What did I do now?”

She laughs before shakes her head at him as she leans against the doorframe, watching him as he seemed in the dark about what she was going on about.

Mikah: "You're really going to sit there and act like you don't know about the other sluts that you've been sticking your dick in? Did you think I was going to let you get away with it for forever?"

She raises an eyebrow at him.

Mikah: "I put up with it before I retired from in ring competition in September of 2018 because I was never home. I figured it wasn't hurting anybody. But I figured that you would stop after I became pregnant and then had Myles. But apparently not."

She shakes her head.

Mikah: "Apparently Myles isn't important enough for you to stop."

Drake turns his head sideway and smirks a bit for a moment before wiping the smile off his face.

Drake: “I….”

He sighs before lowering his head a bit.

Drake: “Really? This is what we’re gonna fight about? Me sleeping around? We didn’t fight about it a year ago when you were pregnant….two years ago when you were out fucking that guy all over the country….and now what? Because you’re going out to work and taking the baby so you can’t get drunk and fucked in a hotel room I’m supposed to all of a sudden be Mr. Monogamy? Come on Miks….don’t do this.”

He sits back down and picks his book up. She walks over to him and takes the book from him.

Mikah: "Excuse me?"

She looks at him before shaking her head as she stands in front of his seated form.

Mikah: "Because I thought you stopped!"

She was louder this time, almost yelling at him about it. She gives him a dirty look.

Mikah: "We have a fucking son together, Drake. I thought that maybe that would be a little more important than you being a manwhore. But I guess I was wrong."

Drake: “What changed? Becuase we have a kid you only want me to fuck you? Is it because of Myles or is it because of you? Don’t try to use him to make me feel bad. You know what I am….what we are….don’t pretend you’re holier than thou now just because you had a baby, Miks. We’re the same people we were a year ago."

She rolls her eyes at him.

Mikah: "Don't pretend that we are the same people we were a year ago, Drake. Don't act like you haven't been drinking more and more each week."

She raises an eyebrow at him.

Mikah: "Or are you abusing drugs again?"

Drake leans back in his chair and just stares at his wife.

Drake: “Look…what?”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

Mikah: "What? You think I didn't know what you've been doing?"

She holds a smirk for a second.

Mikah: "I used to do drugs, Drake. Over 14 years ago but I did. I know the signs."

Drake: “I’m not...you’re not MY mother Mikah. Don’t try and turn this around here. You’re just mad I’m still having fun and you’re obviously fucking miserable."

She gives him a look, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips

Mikah: "Are you really that...stupid, Drake?"

She looks at him.

Mikah: "I get that Misty put up with your shit for a long time and never held you accountable because she couldn't hold onto a guy but don't you dare think that I am going to."

She looks him over.

Mikah: "And if you think for one second that I'm going to leave Myles in your care while you're off snorting coke, you have another thing coming."

Drake gets up and slaps his glass of scotch across the room, creating a loud crash of breaking glass.

Drake: “What the fuck are you gonna do? Don’t walk in here like some mother superior. You’re no fucking saint. What….you don’t think I know about what happened? Please Miks….grow up. We are who we are. You don’t have to like it….shit you know where the door is….but this is who we are.”

She flinches just a tiny bit at him smacking the glass across the room.

Mikah: "That happened before I fucking had Myles, Drake! Don't you dare insinuate that it has happened since. It's fucking different and you know it!"

Her voice was still raised.

Mikah: "I wouldn't do it around my child. And you weren't even around when it happened in June of 2018, so you don't get to fucking throw that at me."

She looks at him. He lets out another long sigh and then sits back.

Drake: “What are doing here?”

He pulls out a cigarette from his top drawer and lights it. He takes a deep drag before slowly letting out the smoke between his lips.

Drake: “You had to bring up Misty?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

Mikah: "I did. What are you going to do about it?"

She raises an eyebrow.

Mikah: "Probably a whole lot of nothing.".

Drake: “Well if you were half the woman she was maybe I wouldn’t have to stick my dick in half of America to feel something….”

Mikah laughs before raising an eyebrow.

Mikah: "You haven't felt anything for anybody long before Misty. Don't even act like you liked her."

Mikah rolls her eyes.

Mikah: "And if you were a better man, I wouldn't be fucking Kris Ryans whenever I want to. At least he didn't…."

But she stops not wanting to go there. Drake once again takes a long drag and exhales, blowing in the direction of his wife.

Drake: “And there it is…”

He puts the cigarette in his ashtray.

Drake: “Look...if you want out….just say it. Save the theatrics. It’s boring….and that’s beneath you. You’re not boring….”

Mikah rolls her eyes at him.

Mikah: "I want you to stop fucking doing coke and drinking all the damned time. And acting like it is okay!"

She wasn't going to deny that she was an angel. Everybody practically knew about her "friendship" with Kris Ryans anybody. And Drake would have been perceived as an idiot if he didn't know about it.  But they never talked about it. It was an unspoken agreement between the two. Act like everything was okay.

Mikah: "Because honestly? Fuck whoever you want. I don't care."

Drake: “What does Popeye say…..?”

He picks up his Newport and takes another drag.

Drake: “I am what I am.”

Mikah: "...You are not the man I married. So I don't know what the fuck happened to you…"

She looks him over before taking his cigarette from him and puts it out.

Mikah: "Do you even WANT Myles and I in your life? Or is the booze and drugs more important?"

Drake cocks his head a bit and smiles. He takes Mikah’s hand and puts it in his.

Drake: “Of course I do. Myles is the most amazing thing in my life...and I love you Miks. But I am exactly who you married. I’ve never changed...I’ve always been this guy. Maybe you’ve changed….and that’s ok…..”

Mikah sighs.

Mikah: "The drugs have to stop, Drake."

She looks at him.

Mikah: "And I haven't...changed that much. Maybe a little but not much…"

She looks at him.

Mikah: "But I can't leave Myles in your care with you on drugs."

Drake shrugs.

Drake: “It’s not like I’m high 24/7 babe...I just like to have a good time….we’ll get a nanny.”

She shakes her head.

Mikah: "No. I did that with Leighton, I am not going to do it with Myles."

She gives him a look.

Mikah: "And you think I don't like to have a good time? I do but I'm not going to get fucking high to have a good time."

Drake: “So what now….you gonna leave me?”

He takes out another Newport….and lights it.

Drake: “Is that what you want?”

She didn't feel like anything was figured out or anything had been resolved.

Mikah: "....I don't know."

She looks at him for a moment.

Mikah: "Are you ever going to change?"

Drake pulls out two glasses from his desk drawer and slides over the bottle of Johnny Walker black. He looks up at Mikah and smiles as he unscrews the bottle and pours two fingers in each glass. He sets the bottle back down, picks up both glasses, and hands one to Miks.

Drake: “I’ve been telling people my whole life that I’m gonna change. My brother, Max, Barry…

He looks at Mikah and cracks a smile.

Drake: Misty…..Mark Ward, Christian Underwood...the list goes on. But you know what?”

She looks at the glass.

Mikah: "What?"

He takes his finger and traces the line of her face.

Drake: “I’m sick of lying...and I don’t want to lie to you. Sure...I’ll stop now...maybe for a few months or a year...and then one day I’ll just be holed up in a hotel room with….whatever. I am what I am, Miks. I promise I will always be there for Myles...and for you….but I can’t promise something to you that I know is a lie.”

Mikah sighs as she looks at the glass.

Mikah: "I don't know what I am supposed to say about that."

She shrugs her shoulders as she watches the ice cubes in the glass.

Mikah: "I don't understand how that's more important than family."

Drake grabs Mikah by the back of the neck and pulls her in for a soft embrace, gently pressing his lips up against hers. He pulls back and smiles.

Drake: “What’s important is putting Myles in the best environment to thrive. And this….whatever this is….is not it. I think you know that. What’s gonna happen when Leighton figures out what we’re really like? What about when Myles grows up and reads about us? That’s not right…”

She shrugs her shoulders at him.

Mikah: "Leighton probably already knows. She is my daughter. She's not dumb."

She looks at him.

Mikah: "And you're right. I don't want Myles to grow up in this environment. I don't want him around the drugs. Or the alcohol. Or the random whore you invite over."

She looks at him again.

Mikah: "It isn't fair to him."

Drake: “I’ll pack a bag.”

He downs the rest of his scotch….and picks up his cigarette.

Drake: “Just tell Leighton...yeah.”

He walks past her. She grabs his wrist, stopping him.

Mikah: "No. This is your house…"

She just shrugs her shoulders at him.

Mikah: "I only moved here for you. I don't plan on...staying here if I don't have to. It's your house."

She gives him a small smile.

Mikah: "I'll have Leigh pack a bag and I'll get some of Myles' things."

Drake: “Miks...you’ve got two kids and dogs. Just stay as long as you like….”

He walks past her.

Drake: “I bought it for you anyways….”

She shakes her head as she looks at him.

Mikah: "You bought this before we were even really official. I wasn't going to stay long anyways. Please don't."

She offers a smile.

Mikah: "I swear…"

He stops at the door way and looks back at her, and smiles.

Drake: “I love you, Miks.”

She smiles softly

Mikah: "Love you too."

15
Climax Control Archives / Turmoil
« on: August 24, 2018, 11:23:05 PM »
 
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LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
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MONDAY, AUGUST 20, 2018
11:35 A.M.

Mikah sits in the chair in her office at her training center, the end of her pen between her teeth as she stares at her phone.  She had been trying to set up a text to Kristopher Ryans to set up a time where they could talk but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  She was angry with him and didn’t really want to see his face.  Or hear him insult her for the incident with Crimson.  And plus, then she’d have to explain to Brody about her and Kris’ friendship and she didn’t want to have to do that.

;;MIKAH  “Ugh…what an asshole.”

She tosses her phone down on the table top of her desk and leans back a bit.  Ellie was going to be late to training because Auden had gotten into some sort of trouble at school and Ellie had to take care of it.  So here Mikah sat, in her office lost in her own little world.  She takes a deep breath as she slowly remembers when Kris recruited her back to SCW.

FLASHBACK TO APRIL 2018

At a Little Cafe in Chicago, Illinois.

The little cafe that was located near Lake Michigan was a little busier than normal this afternoon when the blonde bombshell walks through the front doors.  She pushes her hair out of her face as she glances around before walking to the front of the cafe to order a white chocolate mocha while waiting for the person she was waiting for to show up.  She smiles at the lady before moving to the side to let the next person go.  She waits to grab her cup before she walks toward the back of the cafe and finds an empty booth and slides into the seat.

She carefully sets her cup of coffee before crossing one leg over the other and leans back against the back of the booth.  She lets her eyes roam around the cafe, taking all the people in before a small smirk as she spots him walking into the cafe five to ten minutes later after she did.  She watches him as he makes his own order before she waves at him as he seems to be looking for her.  She watches as he moves back to the booth that she was sitting in.

;;MIKAH “You know, it is more common for the girl to be late, rather than the guy.”

She winks at him before taking a small sip of her flavored coffee.

;;MIKAH  “Are you going to sit down?”

She motions to the other side of the booth. As to be expected, he rolls his shoulders nonchalantly and sits down across from her, more focused on the cup in his hand. He moves a spoon around with his left hand and spins the cup around to her when he is finished, having moved the foam around on top to mimic his KR logo.

;:KRIS “I flew halfway across the country. You went down the street. You can't compare the two.”

She gives him a look before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH  “Correction, I drove for more than thirty minutes to get here.  I do not live in Chicago but in a smaller little suburb of the city.”

She wrinkles her nose at him before raising her cup to her lips and taking another sip before setting it back down in front of her.  

;;MIKAH  “But I suppose we don’t really have to worry about who lives closer and who had to fly in, do we?”

She smiles warmly at him before looking at him and then down at his cup of coffee.

;;MIKAH  “So….”

He looks from her face to around the restaurant, really taking in his surroundings for the first time since walking in.

;:KRIS “So…”

He let's the word drag and his eyes make their way around every face in the lunch crowd. He finally cuts it off as his eyes come back to her. His voice changes almost immediately and he floods it with fake nervousness.

;:KRIS “You're not like… setting up some sketchy mob hit are you? Some dude's wife invites you out to a sketchy Chicago diner in the middle of the day… totally has a murder vibe. You should at least let me know before it all goes down. I really want to let the panic sink in on my face in my final look.”

He lifts his drink to his lips, taking a sip to cover a smile.  She rolls her eyes with a playful smile on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  “And they say that I’m dramatic.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears before looking at him.  It has been a couple of months since they’d last seen one another but it hadn’t seemed that he’d changed that much.  She on the other hand had much shorter hair than before.

;;MIKAH  “Are you saying that this place is creepy?  Because it’s totally what I was going for.  I didn’t want you to think that this was a date-date.”

She scrunches her nose up a little bit again before studying his face for a moment and smiling warmly at him again. He shrugs again, and deflects the comment away.

;:KRIS “You keep telling yourself that…”

His eyes drift away from their booth again though.

;:KRIS “Would just think that with all of my success and awesomeness that you would be want to be seen in a nicer place while in my presence. I'm a pretty big deal, you know.”

She nods her head as she takes another sip from her coffee and looks across the table at him.

;;MIKAH “I bet that you are.  You always were a big deal, there were just people that didn’t see it.”

She looks down at her cup of coffee before over at him.  She jumps a bit as one of the other people in the cafe drops a coffee cup and it shatters against the floor.  The noise had brought her out of her own thought process.

;;MIKAH  “Only sucks that you didn’t get to shove it in peoples’ faces.  Because that would have been fun to watch.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t think most of them could have handled it.”

He sits back a little and studies her for a moment, trying to figure out if she is trying to get him to admit something she already knew, or if she had no idea. Instead of trying to skirt around it, he caved in.

;:KRIS “I’ll be doing plenty of face rubbing in a…”

He shakes his head, and cuts himself off.

;:KRIS “That was not going to sound like I wanted at all.”

He seems surprised by himself, maybe just a little nervous by the unfamiliar surroundings. Either way, it was a rare slip.

;:KRIS “I'm going to get my chance after all. I'm not sure anyone is going to like or expect it either.”

She tilts her head to the side a little bit to look at him, unsure of what to say.  So for a minute, she sits there just looking around and at him every so often.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t think you care if they like it or if they don’t. And honestly, you shouldn’t care either.”

She takes a deep breath before grabbing a packet of sugar and moving it around in her hand, not tearing it just playing with the packet.  

;;MIKAH “It will be fun to watch you do so from my couch.”

He shakes his head.

;:KRIS “Oh, come on! Fuck the couch. SCW is doing their stupid tournament thing for our titles that were supposed to be ours forever. What is so interesting about your couch that you would give up on going back?”

He tries to stay level, and play it off in his normal tone of voice. It is pretty clear that there is some underlying disappointment though.

;:KRIS “It'll be fun! We can make fun of everyone together.”

Mikah raise an eyebrow at him, a slightly amused look on her face.

;;MIKAH  “But we’ve already made fun of most of them before.  Should we really add more to it?  It’s not like they’d understand anyways.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she sets the packet of sugar down on the table and looks at him.

;;MIKAH  “And fuck your couch!  My couch is very comfortable, thank you very much.  It also offers the thing of not having to travel to bum fuck nowhere.”

She nods her head before sticking her tongue out at him in a childish manner.

;:KRIS “It's not the same….”

He shakes his head, not letting her childish expression distract him.

;:KRIS “I only got to make fun of people from the bottom, looking up. After everything that has been said and done, now I want to see what it feels like from the top.”

He takes a small sip of his drink.

;:KRIS “...and prevent them from ever getting what they want while I remind them that apparently I was never good enough. People would not even say my name. I broke records and shit. I want what's mine, so I'm going to go get it.”

As he lowers his glass, he wrinkles his nose slightly.

;:KRIS “I guess I could just go back to relentlessly hitting on Amy and making fun of people with Jamie. It just seems like more work. I can combine both of those things by just hanging out with you.”

He winks, and then quickly looks away. A fan staring at them both from across the diner caught his eye. In response he widened his eyes at the teenager and stared back until she turned back around in her seat. It drew a chuckle from him, and he nodded in her direction.

;:KRIS “See what I mean… People are interested when we are around.”

She raises an eyebrow before looking over in the direction of the fan that had turned back around in her seat.  She gestures toward the girl before looking at Kris.

;;MIKAH  “No, people are interested in you, Kris.  They always have been interested in you.  However, some people were not so bold about it.  I’m pretty sure the only reason anybody tuned into the Mikah and Kris show is to see you.”

She nods her head to agree with her own words.

;;MIKAH  “I blame your face.”

She grabs the packet of sugar and tosses it at him.

;;MIKAH  “And what could I even do if I were to return?  I’ve done everything that I wanted to do.  There’s nobody else that I care to beat.  Repeatedly.”

She waves her hand a bit.

;;MIKAH  “And if I would have to face Mercedes Vargas one more time, I may puke.”

She makes a fake puking noise before rolling her eyes. He offers her an equally disgusting counterpoint.

;:KRIS “Well, if you don't show up, one of those other airheads is going to be in a match with her for the Bombshell Championship and then everyone is subjected to her talking more and more, all while carrying around a title that looks better on you.”

He keeps his eyes on her, but his fingers find the sugar packet in his lap and he quickly whips it back at her.  Her eyebrows furrow together in a frown before she tosses the packet back at him.

;;MIKAH  “She’s already ruined the championship before, so why not let her do it again?  Apparently, they like her and would prefer her to be the champion.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “I can’t change their minds…”

She rolls her eyes a bit.

;:KRIS “You have never tried…”

He does not even really have to think about the words before they come out.

;:KRIS “They have always liked people more than you. They always prefer someone else to be champion. It seemed like you always got satisfaction out of not letting them get their way. You were just always better than whoever they tossed up.”

He takes an exaggerated breath, and shakes his head.

;:KRIS “Now you're settling for a couch. You've been housewife’d.”

She frowns at him before grabbing another packet of sugar and tosses it at him again.

;;MIKAH  “Not housewife’d.  That is a horrible term to use on people Kristopher.”

She sighs and looks down into her near empty mug of coffee.

;;MIKAH  “Why would I want to make them see me any differently?  I’ve still got the championship at my house.  It seems like they should be begging me to return to the company than vice versa.”

She smiles at him before moving in her seat to get a little more comfortable.  She looks at him and smiles.

;;MIKAH  “However...running around with you could be fun…”

He sighs, and leans forward, resting his arms on the table. His voice is much lower than before.

;:KRIS “The way I see it, you have two paths in front of you.”

He slides a sugar packet across the table with his right hand.

;:KRIS “On one hand, you can travel around and make fun of people with me. You can be famous. You can beat people up. You get to laugh a lot. It is never boring unless someone gives a Mean Girl a microphone.”

The smile on his face fades away, and he drags another packet across the table with his left hand.

;:KRIS “The other path leads to the couch. And that leads to angry watching someone take your place in SCW. That leads to drinking. That leads to making a horrible decision with the mediocre looking pool boy. That leads to TMZ videotaping you and Drake drunkenly arguing in the front yard about how he never pays attention to you anymore and you wouldn't have to bang the pool boy if anything else in your life was even remotely interesting.”

He shivers a little at the thought, but then flicks the packet as hard as he can. It flies off of the table, only stopped when it smacks against the wall.

;:KRIS “I say never settle.”

She tries to cover up the giggle that slips out of her mouth as he gave her the scenario about what could happen if she didn’t return to SCW.

;;MIKAH  “You make a few good points…”

She bites on the right side of her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH  “Do I have time to make a decision?”

His eyes drop from her to his drink, and he swirls the liquid inside the cup, destroying what was left of his logo while he thinks it over.

;:KRIS “I could probably embarrass you enough in front of everyone here that you would just agree to come back.”

He looks around, but his eyes go quickly back to her.

;:KRIS “That would be bullying though…. So what is in it for me if I let you sleep on it?”

She smirks at him.

;;MIKAH “What do you want?  I’m not sure that there is much that I could offer…”

He shrugs, a smile spreading across his face.

;:KRIS “I guess we could go with the bullying thing then….”

He takes a look back over his shoulder, noting the closest occupied table to them. He sits back in his chair and fakes clearing his voice. He raises it just high enough that the woman facing their table picks up on it.

;:KRIS “You are totally married! You cannot just bone your pool boy, Mikah Green.”

She gives him a dirty look before leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest.

;;MIKAH  “You are such a child, Kris.”

She rolls her eyes before leaning in a little bit.

;;MIKAH  “You’re still going to have let me sleep on it.  Because that’s a whole lot of commitment that I need more time to think about.”

She looks at his cup of coffee, leaning over to do so.

;;MIKAH “It’s a little messy.”

She points to the broken up logo now. His eyes dip from hers and trail down her body when she leans forward, but he only allows himself to be distracted by her for a second.

;:KRIS “It happens. I wreck basically everything.”

She shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  “You don’t.  You’re a good person, Kris.”

She looks down at her cup before looking at him.

;;MIKAH  “Whether or not you believe it, it’s true.”

He shakes his head in response, but seems okay with it.

;:KRIS “Good and bad are really just opinions. I don't really worry about it anymore. I stepped away and the world forgot about me. So when I go back, the only thing I am trying to do is have fun, and enjoy myself. Like it is my birthday bash every show. I deserve that.”

She blushes but faintly and nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Yes you do.  And you should make every show just like your birthday bash.  Just...no palm trees.”

She pushes the cup to the edge of the table to get it away from her line of vision and out of her grasp.  His eyes do not leave her, and he seems like he is about to cave into the suggestion, but he just cannot bring himself to do it.

;:KRIS “If anything, I think I am going to need a whole lot more of them. Otherwise I am not going to be able to get your top off weekly.”

She blushes again, this time the pink a little more vibrant in color.

;;MIKAH  “My chest looks no different from any other woman’s, Kris.  Nothing that you’re missing out on other than you can’t honestly say you’ve seen them.”

She then raises an eyebrow before looking across the table at him.

;;MIKAH  “Is that what it is?  You just want to be able to say you’ve seen them?”

;:KRIS Say?”

He laughs a little at the thought.

;:KRIS “I could do that already. I am basically immune to backlash and everything is at least a little believable when I am involved. I do the impossible.”

He shakes his head though.

;:KRIS “...but no. Saying is pretty lame. Anyone can do it. I just want to be able to picture them any time I want to. It is a personal interest, not a braggy thing.”

She purses her lips together a little bit.

;;MIKAH “I guess I don't really understand it. But maybe that's because I do not have the same thought process as you do.”

She shrugs her shoulders. She then checks the time before looking back at Kris.

;;MIKAH “If I were to return to SCW, what would be in it for me? Because right now the only perk seems to be running around with you. And that's wonderful but…”

She looks at him.

;;MIKAH “I need perks, sweetheart.”

He does not back down from her, almost unable to hide his curiosity.

;:KRIS “What kind of perks are you looking for?”

;;MIKAH “What perks are you offering me?”

She smirks at him before leaning toward him and propping her head up with her hand under her chin and her elbow on the table. The answer seemed easy enough to him.

;:KRIS “All of them. We would be going back as both top champions. That puts all the cards in our hands. We have the best locker rooms, best drivers to take us to shows, we can fly in Jet City’s jet, and make them put us up in adjoining penthouses with separate showers optional. We can have it all. There is no limit if it is both of us.”

She listens to him, intently. She couldn't deny that what he was saying didn't sound intriguing, even tempting. She liked flashy things and liked having the attention on her.

;;MIKAH “Alphonso. He is the best driver there is. Hands down.”

She looks at him, raising an eyebrow. She waits a moment to see if he was going to disagree.

;;MIKAH “Do you think that they would actually put us in penthouse suites? And with their money?”

;:KRIS “Adjoining ones with one shower and a limited water supply? Doubtful. That is wishful thinking. A legit penthouse? Why not? Who can replace us?”

He laughs a little and takes another sip from his drink.

;:KRIS “It would be dumb to try and find better, and they would just end up giving us what we want anyways. So we just work it into a new contract. Then we are all good.”

;;MIKAH “But is it worth it to give up the time I have to myself? And the time with my daughter?”

She chews on her bottom lip. It wasn't as hard as she was making it but to her, it seemed hard.

;;MIKAH “Fine. You talked me into it.”

The pride he had in himself was on full display on his face, but only for a split second.

;:KRIS “Wait, which part? I need to know how much to celebrate.”

;;MIKAH “The returning part? Most of everything you just said…”

She gives him a look before leaning back.

;;MIKAH “You do remember, right?”

He nods.

;:KRIS “Just clarifying. There was some other stuff in there. It wasn't just returning. I was just checking on what you were signing up for before I got too excited. I am used to being let down easy though. You always say no without saying no.”

He shrugs his shoulders.

;:KRIS “Having you around will be fun though.”

A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she looks across the table at him.

;;MIKAH “You always did have a thing for me. It's okay, you're cute. I'll allow it.”

She looks at the time again before looking at him once more.

;;MIKAH “I am getting bored of sitting here. I mean, I'm sure people have posted our picture together all over social media now. So…”

He nods.

;:KRIS “With salacious details about your pool boy dipping it in you undoubtedly.”

He looks around and shakes his head.

;:KRIS “Then they see you hanging around someone you are known to flirt relentlessly with… you gonna get in trouble… I mean people expect these things  from me.”

His eyes come back to her, and he gives her a wink.

;:KRIS “Perks of being awesome I guess.”

She rolls her eyes at him before throwing another packet of sugar at him.

;;MIKAH “Are you saying that people don't expect it from me anymore?”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

;;MIKAH “But maybe they're going to be expecting you to change your behavior because of your status now. Mr. Heavyweight Champion.”

She reaches over and pokes his nose. He seems almost offended at the idea that he would change.

;:KRIS “Not for anyone or anything. I got here being me. I am going to keep doing that.”

He swirls a finger in her direction.

;:KRIS “You, on the other hand, got publicly shamed for even talking to me on Twitter. You're too under Drake's thumb to do anything. It is almost worth shedding a tear over.”

She rolls her eyes again before standing up and adjusting her skinny jeans.  She looks at him before tilting her head to the side for a moment.

;;MIKAH “I am not under anybody’s thumb. Thank you very much. And it would have been just fine if you hadn't poked at him!”

She points an accusatory finger at him before grabbing her purse.

;;MIKAH “Are you going to come with me?”  

She looks at him, giving him an expectant look.

;:KRIS “Where is it that you intend to take me?”

He laughs a little.

;:KRIS “I would say that my parents told me not get into strange people’s cars and let them take me unknown places, but I clearly wasn’t.”

He pushes his cup away and stands, straightening his hoodie as he gets up. He picks up two of the sugar packets from the table and slides them into the front pocket of his dark colored jeans.

;:KRIS “I am going to get you with them when you least expect it…”

She just blows his comment off as she leads him out of the small cafe and out onto the sidewalk and into the still chilly air.

;;MIKAH “If anything, I'd be the one in danger if I were to get in a car with you. Who knows what you would try to pull.”

She smirks as she walks down the sidewalk and glances over her shoulder at him.

;;MIKAH “And shopping. I am making you go shopping with me.”

The words appear to bring him physical pain, or at least that is the way he makes it seem.

;:KRIS “Shopping? What kind of shopping? 90% of all shopping is super lame.”

It does not stop him from following her though, catching up to her side as they make their way down the sidewalk. She looks at him and then looks around, shivering a bit and then pulling her jacket closer to her body.

;;MIKAH “Random shopping.  Because it's Chicago and shopping in Oak Brook is limited.”

She smiles again at him.

;;MIKAH “Plus, I told Drake I was spending the weekend in Chicago to do some shopping. So, I have to have some proof.”

She winks at him. Showing some signs of the cold, he pushes his hands into the front pockets of his pants and sinks down into his shoulders.

;:KRIS “Yeah, but I would imagine there are some kind of specifics…”

It was not the part of what she said that really stuck out to him though. Before she can answer, he comes back around to that detail.

;:KRIS “...and a whole weekend… shopping? I don’t even understand how those words even go together. What takes a weekend to buy, other than a house?”

She looks at him as they walk.

;;MIKAH “You do not understand. I don't want to drive back so, I'm staying the weekend in Chicago. For shopping. And just because I can.”

She adjusts her jacket a little bit before looking at him.

;;MIKAH “Mainly to see if I can handle being away from home or not.”

She pokes him.

;;MIKAH “I'm betting on not.”


END OF FLASHBACK

She is jolted out of her own thoughts when Brody knocks at the door and sticks his head in to tell her that Ellie had arrived.

;;MIKAH  “Thanks, Brody.”

She stands up and adjusts her Nike dri-fit biker like shorts before going downstairs to head to the main area of her center to work with Ellie on her technique.  Mikah glances at her phone and grabs it and sends a quick, “We need to talk” text to Kris before walking out of the room, closing and locking the door behind her.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "THE BADDEST BITCH IN SCW."
LOCATION:FRESNO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM HIGH.
I SCENE ii
REC•



FRIDAY, AUGUST 24, 2018
4:45 P.M.

The set up was simple.  There was nothing fancy about it except that Mikah was standing in front of a brick wall, in a pair of destroyed skinny jeans and a black skin tight tee with the single word “VILLAIN” written across her chest.  Her blonde locks were pulled back into a messy ponytail and her sunglasses were covering her eyes.  She leans against the wall, one leg bent with her foot against the building and the other straight and her foot placed firmly on the ground.

;;MIKAH  “In two days, I get to step in the ring with Mackenzie Page.  She is better known as one of the female members of the group, London Underground.”

Mikah sighs and just moves a bit to get comfortable on the wall.

;;MIKAH  “She is also better known as a tag team wrestler.  And on Sunday?  She gets to step in the ring with the best Bombshell on the roster today.”

An arrogant smirk crosses her face and she looks around before zeroing back in on the camera.

;;MIKAH  “Is that statement a true one?”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “I seem to believe that it is.  Who else is better than me in SCW right now?  There is nobody on the roster that is better than me in that ring.  No matter how many matches they’ve been in or how long they’ve been in the company.  Or the fact that the past accolades seem to be better than what they are doing currently in the company.”

She gives the camera a pointed look.

;;MIKAH  “I am sure that Mackenzie is a good wrestler and a great competitor in the ring.  I am not denying that she is good in the ring; after all she had won the tag team championships before, so doesn’t that count for something?”

She smirks and then shakes her head no, her nose wrinkled a little bit.

;;MIKAH  “Nah, being a tag team champion doesn’t make you better than anybody else in the company.  Being a tag team wrestler doesn’t make you special in any form.  Anybody could be a tag team champion if they had a decent partner, it doesn’t take much to make it in that department.”

Again, she holds a look of irritation on her face.

;;MIKAH  “I have not spoken any words to Mackenzie Page in the entire time that she’s been employed by SCW.  I wouldn’t even recognize her name except that she had been a champion at one point in the company.  And I’m not stupid and I’m not blind and I know that Mackenzie is going to bring her all to this match and try to get one over on me.  And maybe she will, who knows.  But even if she does win, it doesn’t make her better than me.”

Another shrug rolls off her shoulders as she smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  “You see, Mack, I don’t care if you’ve won tag team championships or not.  I don’t give a shit that you’re apart of a group that is actually successful in a company that I’ve been with for almost four years.”

She holds up four of her fingers and then just smirks a bit.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t care that you think you’re important to this company.  Guess what, a lot of other trollops in the back think they’re important as well.  But do you know who is important?  Do you have any fucking guesses as to who’s important in this company and who’s not?”

Mikah’s eyes shift a bit from a light look to a more of a serious, darker look.

;;MIKAH  “I’m the most important fucking Bombshell on that fucking roster.  But do you think I get treated as such?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera, her eyes narrowed a bit.

;;MIKAH  “When it’s convenient to them, sure.  But when SCW was returning back in April, do you think they reached out to me for a return?”

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

;;MIKAH  “Nope.  Not once did they reach out to me.  I sat at home with my husband and waited to see if they would.  You would have thought that they would have wanted their Bombshell Champion to return to the company….but my phone never lit up with the names Christian Underwood or Mark Ward.  Sure, I saw that they were returning on Twitter.  I saw that the interest for the return was there and that they were pining for others to return…”

She hesitates for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “But not for me.  And I get it, I’m a little stubborn and hard headed and stuck in my ways but still.  I was and am the Bombshell Champion.  And clearly the best of the best that there is to offer out there.”

Again, a confident look passes through her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “But apparently, they didn’t see me that way at the time.  But do you know who did?  Kristopher Ryans.  He is the one person who got me to return to SCW.  He is the sole reason that I returned to this company.  And how does this affect you Mackenzie?”

She just gives a look to the camera, still leaning against the brick wall.

;;MIKAH  “Well, you’re going to just see why I’m the Bombshell Champion on Sunday.  Whether I win or I lose, I’m still going to remind you why I’m the best fucking Bombshell there is on the roster.  No matter what you do or you don’t do, I’m going to be the one that’s going to make you fight harder and harder for the win.  This isn’t tag team wrestling anymore; there’s nobody to tag in when you’re tired and you feel that you need a break.  It’s just me and you in that ring with a referee.  I’m going to show you just why I’m the baddest bitch in SCW.”

An evil smirk spreads across her face before she lets a small chuckle out.

;;MIKAH  “Your tag team wrestling style is nothing compared to my skills in that ring.  I am not the Bombshell Champion just because I look pretty.  There’s a reason that Crystal Hilton or whatever the fuck her actual name is now can’t beat me on a regular basis. And I believe some people consider that trollop to be one of the bests.”

Mikah lets out a sarcastic laugh and rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “But…she’s not the best, I’m the best.  And on Sunday, I’m going to prove it to you.  I’m going to prove to you that winning doesn’t make you the best and I’m going to make you see just why I’m the best in SCW.  Hope you’re prepared.”

She lets another shrug roll off her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “Because it’s going to happen whether you are or not.”

She winks at the camera before pushing herself off of the wall of the building.

;;MIKAH  “Ciao.”

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Climax Control Archives / No More Dreams.
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<text align=right> <p align=Right> ”CAYALYST.”
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•



MONDAY, AUGUST 6, 2018
9:40 A.M.

Two weeks, going on three.  It had been two weeks since she’d been in a SCW ring or around the people she worked with. Two weeks that she’d busied herself in New York City and working with Elowyn  on the basics when it came to wrestling.  It was something that Elowyn was being quiet about on Twitter and Mikah had noticed.  Something else that Mikah noticed was that when Adam Wilson started tweeting, Ellie kind of picked up the pace as well.  It was interesting.

Mikah walks into the building she had yet to name to see Elowyn sitting on the floor, looking half dead.  Mikah understood the feeling but she couldn’t just stop because then her mind worked too fast, too quickly.

;;MIKAH “I did tell you that it wasn’t going to be easy, right?”

Mikah smirks a bit at Ellie as she seems content to just sit there on the ground, trying to regain any energy that would be needed for the day.  Ellie groans before standing up and fixing her shorts that she’d chosen to wear.

±±ELLIE  “Can’t we just have one day off?!  We’ve been training for what seems like forever with no break in sight!”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the young girl and shrugs her shoulders and places her hands on her hips.  She looks around the training center, that was still having work done on it before returning her eyes to the young girl.  She understood that Ellie was tired but she didn’t want to give herself a break because then it let her mind linger to places she didn’t want it to go.

;;MIKAH “I thought you wanted this, Elowyn?  I thought you wanted what I have?”

Mikah looks into the young girl’s brown eyes and raises an eyebrow.  Maybe it wasn’t fair what she was asking of the young girl but then again, Mikah wanted to make Elowyn the best that she could.  She wanted Elowyn to really, really want this.  And maybe she was going a little extreme on the training but it was helping to occupy her mind.

±±ELLIE  “But one or two days off wouldn’t hurt us!  I do want that, I really do but I’m exhausted, Mikah!”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the young girl’s complaint but she relents and just gives Elowyn a look.  Maybe a break would help Elowyn but Mikah was sure that she would go crazy if she didn’t have something to occupy her time.

;;MIKAH “Fine.”

Mikah didn’t say anything else as she stood in front of Ellie.  Ellie looks up at the blonde bombshell with an eyebrow raised in her direction.

±±ELLIE  “Fine?  What do you mean by fine?”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the young girl before glancing behind her to see Brody just standing there, keeping an eye out.  He hadn’t gone anywhere but he was there.  He was always there until Cameron either stopped or was forced to be stopped.

;;MIKAH  “Fine.  You can have the week off.  I have to prepare to go to California anyways.”

Preparing to go to California always took a lot out of her as she still had a lot of issues with the state; more now than before if she was being honest.  She looks at Elowyn, who seems conflicted with Mikah’s answer.  Mikah just shrugs before turning on her heel and walking away from the young girl.  She needed to check her office to make sure things were going as planned with it.  However, she didn’t expect Elowyn to catch up to her pace.

±±ELLIE  “Wait!  I wasn’t wanting a whole week off! Just a day or two here and there!  We just can’t take a week off!”

Mikah glances at the girl and Brody moves behind the two, walking behind them.  Mikah doesn’t say anything, her mood and demeanor shifting to something that Elowyn didn’t quite understand.  She appeared more cold, more stand-offish than before and Ellie could sense that.

;;MIKAH  “No, you wanted to take a break, Elowyn.  A break is longer than just a day or two, so that is what I’m giving you.  Maybe if you didn’t want to take a week long break, you shouldn’t have bitched about it.  Now you need to accept the consequences of your actions and stop whining about it.  I gave you what you wanted; suck it up.”

Elowyn’s mouth hangs open for just a moment before she closes it as Mikah stops in front of her office.  She raises her eyebrows at Ellie.

±±ELLIE  “What is wrong with you!?  You haven’t been like this since our first encounter?!  Why does it always have to be everything or nothing?  Can’t there be an easy middle ground?”

Mikah rolls her eyes.  Easy?  Things were never easy around here and things that were?  They were fake.  Mikah laughs a bit before shaking her head at Ellie.  She clearly didn’t understand a thing about her trainer.

;;MIKAH  “Because.  This isn’t just something that you half want and you half don’t, Elowyn.  You have to decide whether or not you want it.  Either you do, or you don’t.  I was trying to make you into a decent wrestler; somebody that would eventually be better than I am currently.  But right now?  You couldn’t even beat Dani Weston, who’s won no matches and holds her own backstage.”

It wasn’t really a bad insult but Mikah wasn’t trying to insult the young girl.  She was just trying to explain why it was important to her that they train every day.

;;MIKAH  “You’re not Court, Ellie.  You don’t have the natural ability that she’d had in our first training session.  Shew as a natural at this and she caught on pretty quickly and you?  You’re struggling.  You’re showing me that you don’t really want it but instead, appear to only want the perks that come with being a wrestler.  You’re acting more like a Christina Rose rather than a Mikah.”

Ellie’s mouth drops open again and she glares at Mikah, wanting Mikah to change her mind but she knew that she was going to have to prove herself to Mikah.

±±ELLIE  “There is something wrong with you.  Not everybody trains every day, Mikah!  People should be allowed breaks!  I have siblings to take care of!”

Mikah lets out a cold laugh before rolling her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “I knew that this was going to be a huge mistake.  Taking on a person who knew absolutely nothing about the business.  Either decide if you want it, Ellie or quit wasting my fucking time.  And quit using your siblings as an excuse to not want this; I’ve told you that they can come with you while you’re here.  There is nothing here that they can hurt.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the young girl’s excuses.  Ellie just narrows her eyes at the blonde bombshell, clearly not understanding why the blonde was acting in such a way.

±±ELLIE  “I understand that and I’ve done that but they can’t live here, Mikah!  I want to be a wrestler, I do but I can’t have my life be at this training center.  I need time with my siblings; Lincoln needs me there more than I’ve been there in the past two weeks.  Auden is struggling to accept the fact that our mother wants nothing to do with us!  And Asher?  He got his girlfriend pregnant and has to help her decide whether or not she’s keeping the baby!  There are other things in life that are important to me, too!  You can’t just dismiss the fact that I have a family.”

Ellie’s eyes had a fierce look to them and it made Mikah smirk.

;;MIKAH  “I had a baby when I was approached about this, Elowyn.  Granted it was one child and I was taking care of her and she is my biological child, but I put in the hours to get where I am today.  What about you, Elowyn?  What do you want?  Your life cannot just be about your siblings; it has to be about more.  You will come to regret your choices you made and resent them.”

Ellie shakes her head vehemently at Mikah, not believing what Mikah was telling her.  She didn’t think that she would ever resent her siblings.  Her parents?  Yes but not her siblings.  It was not their fault that her parents couldn’t function as adults.

±±ELLIE  “I will never resent my siblings for the choices my parents made.”

Mikah presses her lips together and shrugs her shoulder, disagreeing with the young girl.  She may not have had that disfunction in her life but she had parents that were shitty to her and wonderful to her siblings.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe not but do you think that they will appreciate the things you’ve sacrificed to raise them?  Do you think that Asher is going to give a crap that you gave up college to ensure that he stayed in school?  Or do you think Auden will grow up realizing that you gave up everything so that she could be a child?  No, she’s going to grow up hating you because you’re going to have to act like her mother even though you’re not.  You will never have that bond that sisters should have because your parents took that away from you.  I understand you want to be there for them but you deserve to do something for you too.”

Mikah folds her arms over her chest, looking at Ellie.  Ellie was growing more and more angry with the blonde bombshell.

±±ELLIE  “You’re wrong.  Just because you don’t have a family that cares about you, doesn’t mean you can belittle mine.”

Mikah rolls her eyes before stepping in closer and leaning down just a bit to get in Ellie’s face.

;;MIKAH “I got away from my family so I could become somebody.  You are your family and as long as you continue to try to be the backbone?  They’ll walk all over you.  Lincoln already calls you mom and you don’t correct him.  If Asher’s girlfriend has that baby, who’s going to take care of it?  I guarantee you that it will be put on you and you will not have a life of your own.”

Mikah understood that Ellie was making sacrifices for her siblings and she understood why she felt that she had to do it.  But she wanted Ellie to do something for herself, something that would benefit her for once.  Ellie had told Mikah that she’d been taking care of Auden since Auden was two and she was only ten.  It was a hard thing to do but Mikah understood why Ellie felt obligated to do it.  But Mikah wanted Ellie to see that she also needed to have some time for herself as well.

±±ELLIE  “I am the only thing Lincoln has ever known as a mother, Mikah.  I was sixteen years old when he was born and he was pushed into my arms instead of my mother’s because she didn’t want to hold him.  I gave him his bottles and changed his diapers.  I made sure that he got to his doctor’s appointments to have all his vaccinations so he didn’t get sick.  I am basically his mother.”

Ellie was trying not to get upset with the blonde bombshell but it wasn’t working out for her very well.  Mikah sighs as she looks at Ellie but she doesn’t stop.

;;MIKAH  “Great.  You’re a good mother to Lincoln even though you shouldn’t have to be. You didn’t exactly choose that road but this?”

Mikah gestures around at the training center before locking eyes with Ellie.

;;MIKAH  “This could give you something that is yours.  Something you actually chose for yourself.  But you won’t take it; you’re too scared that you’ll mess your siblings up. Newsflash, Elowyn, they’re already messed up.”

She wasn’t trying to be harsh but facts were facts.  Asher would never be able to be a normal teenager after his girlfriend has the baby and Auden was at that pre-teen age where her life could spin out in either direction.  Lincoln might be the only one that had a chance.

±±ELLIE  “Of course I want this!  But I never expected to be working every day on it!  I understand that I would be representing your name but Mikah, this is ridiculous!  I’m going to be burnt out before I even get anywhere in this business!  I’m not asking for weeks off, just a day or so!”

Mikah shakes her head before looking at the girl.

;;MIKAH  “You have the rest of the week, Ellie.  I have to go to California for SCW anyways and you were bitching about having to train, so you get what you want.  I will just go to California earlier than expected.  Maybe you should think before you start whining about shit.”

She turns to walk away from Ellie, but Ellie grabs Mikah’s arm.

±±ELLIE  “You can’t just leave for a week!  Why can’t you just bend a little bit to make this work?  It won’t kill you to have a little bit of empathy!”

It was clear that Ellie was becoming a little upset at what Mikah was doing.  But Mikah simply didn’t care as she stands there.

;;MIKAH  “Because.  Once you say something, you can’t take it back.  That’s another lesson you need to learn going into this business, Elowyn.  And sure, it might suck that you’re going to suffer a set back, but this will help you in the long run.”

Ellie couldn’t see it that way but was starting to feel abandoned.  She scowls before looking at the blonde again.

±±ELLIE  “You’re a bitch.  I can see why that Aviana chick has a few issues with you.  You shouldn’t hold everybody to the Courtney Pierce standard.  We get it, Court is amazing and did wonderfully in that tournament but not everybody is Courtney.  I am Elowyn Reid, not Courtney Pierece.  I learn at my own pace and you don’t have to be a bitch to me just because you feel that you can.”

Mikah just laughs to herself before looking at Elowyn.  She did not mind that Ellie was calling her a bitch; it was nothing new to her.  She reaches up and tucks her blonde locks back behind her ears.

;;MIKAH  “You calling me a bitch doesn’t phase me, Elowyn.  I have been called things much worse than that.  I will see you in one week.”

Mikah doesn’t give her a chance to respond before she steps into her office and shutting the door behind her.  Ellie stands there for a minute, staring at the closed door before storming off to grab her things and leave.

<text align=right> <p align=Right> ”APOLOGIES.”
LOCATION: MALIBU, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•



WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 8, 2018
9:40 P.M.

She watched as the waves crashed to the shore and she sat on her beach towel.  The moon was shining bright above her as she just watched the ocean’s waves.  She felt on edge and nervous about being in California and in this exact spot.  It had been almost one and a half months since she’d overdosed right there in the sand.  She wasn’t going to come here at first but she couldn’t resist the temptation to visit this spot.  She knew that if Kris knew where she was, he’d be either pissed or in a panic.  That is, if he even cared anymore.

;;MIKAH  “It’s been one and a half months, Mase.”

She didn’t care if she looked crazy as she spoke out loud to somebody that wasn’t physically there.  She lets out a breath that she hadn’t known that she was holding before looking up at the night sky.  The moon was shining brightly above her and the stars were twinkling in the sky.  She didn’t know what she was supposed to feel; the last words she’d told him were that she hated him.  And maybe a piece of her did, but she couldn’t hate him for forever.

;;MIKAH  “I keep thinking back to that night….”

She looks around before looking up again then out at the ocean.  She was talking about the night where she had accidentally overdosed.  It wasn’t something she had ever brought to the public eye and she did so for good reason.  She didn’t want to have any of her potential opponents use it against her.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t even know if that night was real…but you…”

She stops as she feels the tears in her eyes again, as if that memory of what happened was too painful to relive.  But she couldn’t help but to think back to that day.  He had seemed so real and so alive at that moment.  She hadn’t wanted to return to the living world but had instead, wanted to stay in that realm with him.  She hadn’t dared voiced that to Kris or even to Drake because that would be way too hard for either of them to understand.  But she had a connection with Christian Othniel that couldn’t be explained.

;;MIKAH  “I wish I could do it over again, Mase.  I wish I could be there with you again.  I miss you every day and when I’m around Leighton, I see so much of you in her that it’s unreal.  You never said you were a good guy but you did do some good things in your life.”

She didn’t care if she looked crazy; talking to a ghost of a person that wasn’t there.  She closes her eyes and she could almost feel him there.  She felt as if he was sitting behind her, his back to hers.

;;MIKAH  “I wish I could hear your voice…”

She closes her eyes and inhales the scent of something she couldn’t describe but it smelled like him.  She doesn’t move, but she sits there.  The ghost like form of Christian Othniel was indeed sitting behind Mikah, his back pressed to hers.  He wanted to be there for her just as much as she wanted him to be there.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “I’m right here, Mikah.”

Of course she couldn’t hear his voice and she definitely couldn’t feel his hand as he tried to grab hers.  She sits there and just breathes in his scent.

;;MIKAH “There are so many things that I didn’t tell you that night, Mase.  So many things that I wanted to tell you but I was…I was caught up in the moment.”

She lets a tear roll down her cheek at the memory of their argument in that realm.  She wasn’t sure what it was called but many television shows and movies called it the in-between.

;;MIKAH  “I’m scared, Mase.  I’m scared that Cameron is really going to do something serious this time.”[/color[

She voiced her feelings out loud, something she hadn’t said out loud since Cameron had returned.  She closes her eyes and just listens to the waves crash onto the shore of the beach.  She felt relaxed here but only to a certain extent.  She would never be completely relaxed until Cameron was in jail or in a psychiatry ward where he belonged.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “I wish that I could be there to help you through this.  But you’re strong, Miks.  And braver than you believe.”

He knew that she couldn’t hear him but he wanted to say the words anyways.  Her bodyguard was there, close where he could step in if he had to.  Mikah just forces a smile as she watches the waves crash against the shore, over and over again.

;;MIKAH  “What if he hurts Leighton?  What if his goal is to get Leighton to get to me?  I don’t know if I can handle that.”

She reaches up to wipe another tear away from her face.  She didn’t like crying, it made her feel too vulnerable to the world and she hated that feeling.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “I don’t know how to tell you things will be okay, Mikah.  We’re in two different worlds.”

She sniffles and closes her eyes, trying to will herself to see him.  But she hadn’t taken any drugs; she’d made a promise to Kris and she intended to keep that promise.

;;MIKAH  “I keep thinking that if I hadn’t been saved that day, that we would be together right now, Mase.  Enjoying each other again and then I think that maybe it should have happened.  Maybe I should have died because then Leighton would be safe from Cameron and his psychopathic ways.  Am I going crazy?”

She closes her eyes and tries again to reimagine Christian Othniel.  But the only image of him that she could bring up was the one of his face after she’d told him she hated him.  That brokenhearted look and it made her hurt to her core.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You’re not crazy but you deserve to be among the living.  You have so much potential in you still that you don’t deserve to be here with me.  I don’t deserve you; you’re better than I am.  You are a better person than I am, Mikah.”

He moves in front of her, staring at her face as she cries.  He reaches out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.  She gasps a bit, feeling her hair move but not much.  She opens her eyes but sees nothing in front of her.  She glances behind her to see Brody standing there behind her.

;;MIKAH  “I want to keep Leighton safe at all costs.  But I can’t promise her that with Cameron running around.  I wish you were here because I would send her to stay with you.  You could have kept her safe and away from harm.  Fuck.”

She felt as if everything in her world was going up in flames.  She didn’t like feeling that way but she couldn’t stop that feeling from being inside of her.  She knew that Leighton was in Oak Brook, safe with Drake.  But still, Cameron knew where she lived.  He’d sent flowers there and she knew that when she got to Anaheim, he’d have arranged for flowers to be in her hotel room as well.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “I will always try to keep the both of you safe.”

His words never made it to her and he knew that.  But he tried anyways.  There was so much that he wanted to tell her but he couldn’t.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t hate you, Mase.  I wish that I could change the fact that the last words that I’d said to you were I hate you.  I want to take them back so badly.”

A few more tears roll down her face as she sits there, proclaiming her feelings to somebody that wasn’t there.  Christian sees the tears on her cheeks and he tries to wipe them away but he couldn’t.

;;MIKAH  “I will always love you, Mase.  You are Leighton’s father and you were the first guy that’s ever truly loved me for me and not just some sex toy…”

She smiles at the thought of their love.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “I love you too, Mikah.”

He hadn’t ever told her when he was alive; it’d always been some sort of game between them.  Some sort of back and forth and neither of them had been brave enough to voice it allowed.  But somehow, Mikah always went back to him no matter how many guys chased after Mikah or vice versa.

;;MIKAH  “But, I can’t keep doing this…I can’t come here again to find you.  It breaks my heart every time and I can’t keep hating California because of you.  I will always love you but I have to stop.  This hurts too much.  I thought that maybe it wouldn’t hurt this time…but it just hurts more.  I’m sorry, Mase.”

She picks up some sand and lets it run through her fingers before getting up and grabbing her things from the beach.  There wasn’t much more to say.  She shoves her feet back into flip flops before walking toward Brody.

??BRODY WAGNER  “Ready Mikah?”

Mikah looks at Brody and simply nods her head.  There wasn’t much more to say or do other than to head to Anaheim.  It wasn’t a long drive and she’d be asleep in the back before Raphael even got to moving.  She was exhausted both physically and emotionally.

;;MIKAH  “I’m ready.  Let’s go.”

She leads the way to the white limousine that was waiting for her.  Raphael smiles at her and opens the door for her and she climbs into the backseat before he shuts it.  She looks out the window and freezes, swearing she can see Christian Othniel standing outside of her window.  She places a hand on the window and he does the same from the outside.  She removes her hand and sees the fog of his still there on the outside.  She smiles and lets Raphael drive away with Brody sitting in the front with him.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "BLOWING SMOKE."
LOCATION:LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM HIGH.
I SCENE iii
REC•



FRIDAY, AUGUST 10, 2018
4:45 P.M.

The blonde bombshell sat outside of the Amazing Cakes shop at a metal table that looked as if it was made from wire.  She had a cupcake sat in front of her and she was wearing a pair of white shorts and her orange ‘Kris Ryans did it Better” t-shirt.  Her blonde locks are pulled up into a messy bun but for the most part, she appeared to be in a good mood.

;;MIKAH “Does everybody in SCW miss their Queen?”

She smirks at the camera as she looks around.  There were people passing her by and giving her slightly weird looks but they didn’t say anything.

;;MIKAH “On Sunday, it will have been three weeks since you last saw me in a SCW ring or on the television screen.  And I know, everybody is missing their Queen but let’s face it.  I deserved the little break that I got.  I had two championship matches back to back and I deserved a time away from the ring.”

She just shrugs her shoulders before looking at the camera.

;;MIKAH “But on Sunday?  I’m back.  And what do you know?  I have to defend my championship in another championship match.  A match, that my opponent did nothing to deserve.  Oh wait.”

Mikah drums her fingertips along the top of the table.

;;MIKAH “She almost won the battle royal at Summer XXXtreme, so of course she deserves a shot at my championship.”

Mikah simply rolls her eyes in absolute disgust.

;;MIKAH “But I thought winning a battle royal and almost winning were two totally different things.  Maybe if Mark Ward wanted to give Dani Weston a shot at my championship, he should have written that another stipulation of that Battle royal match was that the runner up also gets a shot at the Bombshell Championship at a Climax Control!”

Mikah rolls her eyes again, in irritation.

;;MIKAH “Was that written on the card?  I can’t remember because I was too busy trying to figure out how the fuck Christina Rose had gotten into that match in the first place.  She didn’t deserve to be there.  How many times do I have to beat the living daylights out of her before it becomes lame?  I mean, really?  Who does the booking for this company?!”

Her attitude had changed and she was growing more and more irritated with the fact that she had to keep defending her championship against people who didn’t deserve it.

;;MIKAH “Do you think it’s fair that I have to defend my championship so soon but Fenris doesn’t?  Oh look, it’s another bout of ‘we cherish the world heavyweight champion more, so let’s throw Mikah into another match and give Fenris any easy tag team match’ sort of deal.  Remember when they did that when Kain had that championship when I was Bombshell Champion?  I believe I called bullshit on that too, just like I am now.”

She pushes the few strands of hair that wouldn’t stay in the messy bun out of her face before staring into the lens of the camera.

;;MIKAH “You want me to pretend to be happy about being booked in another championship match?  Fine, I’ll pretend on Sunday but I’m not going to play pretend right now.  I’m not going to pretend that Dani Weston actually deserves this shot at my belt because let’s face it, she doesn’t.  She hasn’t even won a fucking match but they’re throwing her into the ring with me.  What do they think is going to happen?  Do they think I’m going to let her get her first win in SCW?  Hell no, if anything, I’m going to make sure that she remembers just who she is stepping into the ring with.”

Mikah pauses for a moment.

;;MIKAH “Or did Dani Weston get this match because she’s one of Gabriel and Odette’s darlings?”

She purses her lips together with a smirk playing on her face.  She holds her hands out, palms out before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH “Because let’s face it, if you come from Gabriel and Odette’s training school, you are almost guaranteed a shot at either of the top championships.  What, don’t believe me?”

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

;;MIKAH “Evie Baang.  She gets countless shots at any championship she wants.  However, she did earn at least one of her shots.  So give her credit there.  But if you come from their little school, you are almost guaranteed success in SCW.  Am I mad?  Not really because this is just going to be so much more fun for me.”

She lets a laugh slip from her lips.

;;MIKAH “However, this challenge will be something new.  Something fresh, something different because lately?  I was starting to think that it was the Mikah beats Christina show.”

She smirks a bit at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Dani Weston.  SCW’s newest good girl.  Or maybe we should call here SCW’s recent girl that can’t seem to catch a break.  I don’t understand how she doesn’t have any wins under her belt.  She seems like she’d be a promising student of the game, right?  I mean she’s one of Gabriel and Odette’s darlings, so she’s clearly capable in the ring.”

She purses her lips together and taps her index finger to lips a few times.

;;MIKAH “So let’s think here.  Why is Dani Weston losing all of her matches?”

A mischievous glint passes through her eyes before she lets a small chuckle slip through her lips.

;;MIKAH “Well, first of all she teamed up with Casey Williams, the witless wonder.  That right there is her first mistake.  Nobody in their right mind should team with the witless wonder.  Maybe if you picked a better tag team partner, you might actually have a few wins under your belt.”

She tilts her head back and forth a little bit.

;;MIKAH “What were you thinking when you decided to pick him as your partner, Dani?  Weren’t there better options for you out there?  But maybe you’re just too nice to say no.  Are you that type, Dani?  Can you not tell somebody no?”

She tilts her head to the side as she lets that thought linger.

;;MIKAH “How can you be a winner with a partner like Casey?  Maybe that’s where your whole career has gone wrong.  Maybe if you started out with a better tag team partner, you’d be doing a lot better in your career.  I’m no Mercedes Vargas and I’m not up to date on my records about other people’s win loss records but isn’t this some sort of record in SCW?”

She looks over at a couple that passes by but she doesn’t say anything to them nor them to her.

;;MIKAH “I guess, the thought of one of the Darlings being winless is shocking but funny to me.  I know you don’t expect me to make fun of it, or maybe you do but can’t you see the irony in it?”

An odd smile slides onto Mikah’s face for a moment.

;;MIKAH “Or maybe I’m the only one that thinks of those that come from Odette and Gabriel Stevens’ training school that way.  Maybe I’m the only one that sees the group of you all as darlings.  But it’s ironic that you are the one that could possibly disappoint them the most.”

She shrugs her shoulders before wiping the smile from her face, her eyes holding a serious look to them.  She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

;;MIKAH “But let’s get serious here.  I’m not trying to undermine your ability, Dani.  I’m sure, despite your win loss record, that you’re very talented in the ring.  I’m sure that there is some reason that Mark Ward gave you this opportunity other than the fact that you almost won the Battle Royal match at Summer XXXtreme.”

Mikah makes a face, sticking her tongue out in disgust.

;;MIKAH “Do you think I ever got anything for almost winning a match, Dani?  Do you think Hot Stuff Mark Ward ever gave me anything for that?  Do you think I ever got put into a championship match because I almost beat an opponent?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Absoutely none.  You don’t get a prize because you almost came in first place.  That’s not how the world works, Dani.  Don’t think that just because they handed you this opportunity that you’re going to get another one just handed out to you.  If I was Mark or Christian, I wouldn’t even put you in this silly tournament that they’re making the Bombshells go through to get to me.  You’re getting your shot right now, that should be the only opportunity you get, right?”

She smirks a bit, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

;;MIKAH “This is the biggest match of your career so far, Dani.  You’re so fresh to the scene that you might not realize just how big this match is for your career.  I hope you soak it in.  I hope you revel in the feeling of being booked in a main event so early in your career.  You might not get another opportunity like this again, I hope you realize just what a shot this is.  A chance to step in with me, the Queen.”

Mikah reaches under the table and pulls out a silver tiara and places it on her head, straightening it out so it looked good.

;;MIKAH “I think I’ve cemented myself in this company as the top Bombshell.  The one that sits on top of the throne and will soon be a part of the Hall of Fame.  Maybe this year, I can be inducted into the hall of fame.  But let’s face it, it probably won’t happen, especially if I am still Bombshell Champion like I plan to be.”

She just looks at the camera, a cocky look on her face.

;;MIKAH “Dani, I’m sure you’re a nice girl.  I’m sure you think that I should always be happy and in a good mood because I am the Bombshell Champion and because I’m married to Drake Green.  That my life is all sunshine and rainbows but no, life doesn’t work that way, Dani.  Life is not always sunshiney and happy.  Things happen and on Sunday?”

She smirks and raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH “You’re going to find out that your dreams don’t always come true.  Just because you want something?  It doesn’t mean you’re going to get it.  I know that you want to win on Sunday because you are craving that first win, something you’ve yet to achieve.  But it’s not going to happen for you on Sunday, not at my expense.”

Mikah shakes her head no, her lips skewed to the side.

;;MIKAH “You want to face me, that’s what every Bombshell in this company wants.  They want to face me and you should want to face me whether or not the championship is on the line because I am the measuring stick for what a Bombshell should want to be.  Do you think that people think about Mercedes Vargas when they think about the best Bombshell in SCW?  Definitely not.  She’s good as a stat book, however.  I can’t remember everything she does, that’s not my expertise.  My expertise is being the best Bombshell in the ring.  There is a reason that Christina wasn’t able to win three of the four matches we had since SCW reopened its doors.  And that’s because I’m the best there is.  I’m the mother fucking Queen and it will take more than a winless loser to take my championship away from me.”

She looks at the camera and shoots another smirk at its direction.

;;MIKAH “I hope you’re ready for Sunday, Dani.  Because whether you like ir or not, it’s going to happen and we’re going to add another loss to your record.  Losing to you is just not something that I can see myself doing.  I will wish you luck because…”

She picks up the cupcake and takes a bite before licking the frosting off of her lips slowly.

;;MIKAH “Luck is for losers.”

She winks at the camera before standing up and starting to walk away but she stops, looking over her shoulder at the camera.

;;MIKAH “Ciao.”

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Climax Control Archives / New Beginnings
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<text align=right> <p align=Right> "LANDSLIDE."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 16
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•



FRIDAY, JUNE 22, 2018
11:00 P.M.

The bar she had worked at as a young teenager now seemed to be doing a little better than it had in 2005.  In 2005, it had looked runned down and beaten and the sign was barely lit up.  But now, the sign seemed to work fine and they’d gotten a new paint job.  And she knew it was the money she had given them years back when they had to fix a lot of  things to bring the building up to code.  They couldn’t help that they were in a poor location.  She stands on the sidewalk across the street and she moves her head up, looking at the apartments that were above the bar.  The apartment she’d raised Leighton in for the first year of the child’s life.  There were a lot of memories that she’d had in that apartment and in that bar.  She wasn’t even entirely sure why she decided to pay the bar a visit; to pay Jack and Becca a visit but for some reason, she felt the need to.

She adjusts her shorts and the crop top she was sporting before walking across the street at a jogging pace.  She smiles at the bouncer, who was one she didn’t recognize, realizing that Henry must have gotten out of that job.  The bouncer doesn’t say anything just nods his head at the blonde bombshell, letting her in the bar.

The place on the inside hadn’t changed much but it did look a bit cleaner, probably due to some sort of safety code laws that they had to abide by.  The music was still loud but the girls dancing on the bar was missing.  Mikah smiles a bit as she makes her way up to the bar and finds any empty barstool.  She sets her clutch purse on the bar in front of her and looks around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jack or Becca.  She spots the young bartender and stops her to ask a question.


;;MIKAH  “Is Jack around?  Or Becca?”

The bartender looks a little frazzled, almost as if she had about fifty other things that she’d rather be doing than answering Mikah’s question.  Mikah just gives a pleasant smile.

±±ELOWYN REID “Jack is arguing with the fire marshall out back.  Becca is fighting with the girls about dancing.  Do you want a drink or not?  Because if you don’t, you’re wasting my time when I could be making money.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the young girl before looking around. It was packed and it was a good night to work the bar.  Mikah had always preferred to be one of the dancing girls but she remembered the times where she refused to be one.

;;MIKAH  “Rum and coke with little ice.  And I don’t want the bad ice that you give the rowdy, annoying customers, I want the clear ice that is supposed to be served.”

The girl tilts her head to the side, eyeing the blonde up but doesn’t say anything.  Mikah watches as the girl makes the drink she’d ordered.  She watches the girl pop a small black straw in the glass and she sets it down in front of Mikah.

±±ELOWYN REID “Four dollars please.”

Mikah’s about to reach into her purse to grab the money out before somebody places their hand over Mikah’s, stopping her from paying.

++JACK  “You know your money is no good here, Mikah.”

Mikah turns to meet the kind eyes of Jack Donovan.  She smiles and he leans in to give her a hug.

;;MIKAH  “You can’t just be giving me free drinks, Jack.  That will cost you money in the long run.”

The older man seems to just shrug his shoulders as the blonde as he sits down next to her.  The bartender looks slightly annoyed.

±±ELOWYN REID “Okay.  I’m going to go help other customers now.”

Mikah chuckles at the bartender’s annoyed tone but just looks at Jack.  Jack holds his hands up in an innocent manner.

;;MIKAH  “Jack, how old is she?”

Jack drums his fingertips on the bar as he looks at Mikah.  He had been pushing to even hire Mikah when she was just barely eighteen years old.  But he’d taken a chance because she needed it.

++JACK  “She’s twenty.  And don’t give me that look, Mikah!  She needs the money!  I took a chance on you when you were younger than her!  And look how wonderfully you turned out!”

Mikah shakes her head as she takes a sip of her drink.

;;MIKAH  “Because I got out of here!  Because you knew Ally and you helped me get out of here.”

Jack nods his head as he watches the bartender across the length of the bar.  Mikah watches her too before watching Jack.

;;MIKAH  “You care about this girl.  What’s her name?”

Jack looks at Mikah and smiles before shrugging his shoulders.  He’d cared about Mikah when she had been young and helpless too.  He had become some sort of father figure to her when she was eighteen and he was almost fifty years old.

++JACK  “Elowyn but she goes by Ellie.  She’s got a rough life; my brother is her landlord and she’s got three siblings to take care of.  She has worse parents than you did.”

Mikah watches Jack before looking down at her half filled glass.  Her parents hadn’t been horrible, they were just neglectful of her.  They blamed it on her strong willedness but Mikah didn’t entirely believe them.

;;MIKAH  “That sucks.”

It was all that she could say because she didn’t know what else to say about it.  Parents sometimes sucked and there wasn’t anything that they could do about it.

;;MIKAH  “That’s a shame.  She seems smart.”

Jack nods his head and smiles as Elowyn walks back over to them.  Jack looks at her and speaks to both girls.

++JACK  “She is.  But I’ve gotta go check and make sure Becca didn’t kill our dancers.  You make sure that she doesn’t pay a dime, Ellie.  Whatever she wants, she gets.  Got it?”

Elowyn nods her head as she looks at the blonde bombshell, a bit conflicted with her own emotions for a moment.  Jack gives Mikah another hug and kisses her cheek before walking off to find his wife.  Mikah looks at Elowyn and raises her eyebrows at the look on the young girl’s face.

±±ELOWYN REID “So why are you so special that you don’t have to pay for anything?”

The girl almost seemed pissed off that Mikah got free drinks and it made Mikah chuckle.  She could feel the chip that the girl had on her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  “Because...”

She lifts her drink up and finishes it off before settling it down and looks Elowyn directly in the eyes.

;;MIKAH  “I’m like the daughter that Dani and Jack never had.  I was in  your shoes thirteen years ago.  I ran this bar by myself with no help from anybody other than Jack when he was needed here. They trusted me that much.”

Mikah watches the sour look pass through Elowyn’s eyes and Mikah shakes her head.

±±ELOWYN REID “Oh, you’re that Mikah.”

This seems to pique Mikah’s interest a little bit more.  She leans forward, placing her forearms on the bar as she looks into Elowyn’s eyes.

;;MIKAH  “And what do you mean by that?”

Elowyn tosses a rag down that she’d been using to dry off glasses.

±±ELOWYN REID “The Mikah that is soooo much like a daughter to Jack and Becca that hardly ever comes to see them.  But when you do show up, you get free drinks and I get ripped off.   That Mikah.”


Elowyn slammed her hand down on the counter, glaring at the blonde bombshell.  Mikah just raises her eyebrows at the young girl before smirking and looking around.  She moves her index finger in a circle.

;;MIKAH  “You see all this?  I did this.  I gave them the money they needed to bring this bar up to code.  If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have a place to work.  So maybe instead of acting like an entitled little bitch, you should figure out just why I get all the free drinks that I want.”

Mikah watches the young girl’s face as the anger and frustration starts to play on it.  She had a ferocity about her that Mikah was enjoying toying with.  Mikah wasn’t getting agitated at all and found the whole situation kind of funny.  She couldn’t stop the laugh from slipping from her lips as she looks at the girl.

±±ELOWYN REID  “You find this funny?  How is this funny?  I’m losing money because you get free drinks!”

Elowyn did not look too impressed with what Mikah was saying but Mikah just shrugs her shoulders and taps her glass.  Ellie rolls her eyes before making Mikah another drink and setting it down in front of her.

;;MIKAH  “You get good tips, Ellie and you know it.  You don’t need to be acting like a spoiled little brat with a chip on her shoulder.  You’re better than that.”

Mikah raises the glass to her lips and takes a small sip before glancing over at a booth where a guy seemed to be seated.  She smiles but doesn’t say anything before turning her attention back to Elowyn.

±±ELOWYN REID  “So you gave Jack and Becca a little money to fix up the place, so what?  That doesn’t guarantee you free alcohol from them for life.  You should have to pay just like everybody else.”

The blonde bombshell shakes her head at Ellie before moving her hair out of her face.  She was still finding the whole situation beyond hilarious.

;;MIKAH  “A little money?  I didn’t think 250,000 dollars is a little bit of money.”

Ellie’s mouth almost drops open at hearing the amount that Mikah had given Jack and Becca.  She hadn’t been expecting that and Mikah could read the shock all over the young woman’s face.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Oh.  But you’re costing them money!”

Mikah had to give it to Ellie, she had spunk and wasn’t about to lose the argument.  But Mikah could see the fight leaving the young girl’s eyes.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t come here very often; it brings up some memories that I really don’t want to relive.  So the two drinks that I’ve had tonight?  It’s not costing them anything, sweetheart.”

Elowyn opened her mouth to respond but the two of them are interrupted by a guy who looked barely legal stepping up to the bar.

??ADAM WILSON  “Hey, yes.  Can I--.”

Elowyn shoots the man a dirty look as if to say get lost.  She wasn’t in the mood and he was clearly interrupting her and Mikah’s conversation.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Do you see that adults are talking?  Move along.”

The guy looked a touch defeated but moved away from the bar.  Mikah raises an eyebrow at Elowyn.

;;MIKAH  “That is no way to talk to your customers, Ellie.  What would Jack and Becca say?”

This didn’t seem to help Elowyn’s mood and she clenches her jaw as Mikah just keeps the pleasant smile on her face.

±±ELOWYN REID  “They would say that you need to quit distracting me from my job!”

Mikah chuckles at the young girl’s expense before she feels a tap on the shoulder.  She turns around and smiles at Becca before hugging her.

++BECCA  “Jack told me you were here but I didn’t believe him!”

Mikah smiles at Becca and just shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “Well, here I am.  Jack was right.”

Becca just chuckles before hugging the blonde again and Mikah actually accepts the hug without freezing up for a moment.  Jack and Becca were the first two to ever break through the walls she had built and Christian Othniel had been the second.

;;Mikah “Your bartender here doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

Mikah points to Elowyn, who scowls at the blonde bombshell.  Becca looks at Elowyn and just shrugs her shoulders.

++BECCA  “To be honest, there’s not many people she does like.  Don’t take it personally, dear.”

Elowyn tosses the dirty rag down and stomps off, out of anger and Mikah just chuckles and shakes her head but Becca gives Mikah a look.

;;Mikah “What?!”

Mikah feigns an innocent look but Becca just shakes her head at the blonde.

++BECCA  “You know what!  She is just like you.  How many of the customers did you actually like when you started working here?”

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders as she glances over at the booth and frowns as he was talking to a young guy.  Becca notices the change in direction of Mikah’s eyes but chooses not to comment on them.

;;Mikah “Okay, maybe I was not happy with certain customers either.  But I wasn’t doing anything to her!  Jack told her not to charge me for drinks and she flipped her shit!”

Becca just shakes her head before giving Mikah another hug.  Mikah hugs the older woman back before watching the young man slide out of the booth and she pulls herself away from Becca.

;;Mikah “Excuse me, Bex.  But I’ve gotta go talk to him.”

Becca nods her head and Mikah makes her way over to the booth and slides into it, sitting across from the guy that occupied the other side.

;;Mikah “Fancy seeing you here.”

<text align=right> <p align=Right> "LOOKING INTO THE FUTURE."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:15
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE Ii
REC•



MONDAY JUNE 28, 2018
3:00 P.M.

The building was larger than what Mikah had anticipated but it would work.  It was something she could see coming together and forming in her mind and she only had to wait for Sadie Lancaster to get there to show her around the inside.  She knew that there were other things inside but those stores and whatever else was inside knew about the for sale sign.  They knew that this could happen at any moment and Mikah didn’t feel entirely bad for having the money to buy the entire building.  It was going to take a month’s worth of work to get things up and going, if not more.  But the idea was there, planted in the front of her mind.  There was no turning back now.

Mikah adjusts her simple summer dress that had some sort of flower pattern on it with a turquoise background.  She was being as patient as she could be as she waited for Sadie to show up.  Mikah pushes her Ray Ban sunglasses up as she sees a black mercedes benz pull up to the building and parks itself next to Mikah’s custom made Mustang.  She watches as the middle aged woman gets out of the car and Mikah sizes her up.  Sadie Lancaster was nothing out of the oridnary and Mikah expected her to look like the average woman.  Sadie’s mousy brown hair was pulled back into a stylish bun that set just above the back of her neck and there was not a stray hair out of place.  She was a little short and average weight but Mikah had a feeling that Sadie was good at her job.


??SADIE LANCASTER “I am so sorry that I’m late!  My daughter was throwing a typical teenage tantrum about what she was supposed to wear to her new job.  I am so sorry.”

Mikah didn’t seem to be too concerned about it and just shrugs her shoulders.  It didn’t seem to matter to her why Sadie was late or that she even was late to their appointment.

;;MIKAH  “I understand.”

Her being understanding speaks volumes about her growth as a person.  She would have been extremely upset a few years ago that Sadie was late but now?  She didn’t seem to mind it.  She knew that people had lives and that they didn’t revolve around her, as much as she would like them to.  She was even starting to see that in SCW.

??SADIE LANCASTER “So, you’re looking to start a wrestling school, is that correct?”

Mikah watches Sadie’s eyebrows furrow together as she tried to remember just why Mikah was interested in the building.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, I am.  You see, I’ve been in the wrestling business for almost eleven years.  My years as a competitor are almost up and I need something that I can do in my spare time to keep from growing bored.  And I thought that training up and coming wrestlers would be the perfect thing for me.”

Mikah knew that some people were judgemental about wrestling as a whole.  She knew the stigma that was placed on the sport but Sadie didn’t seem to show any disinterest or anything.

??SADIE LANCASTER “This building has enough space.  There is a nail salon, a hair salon, a taekwondo place, and there is even a daycare in one part of the building.  Of course, every business in the building knows that selling was always a possibility, so they are prepared for this.  They have had ample warning to find another building and most of them have and are just waiting to move.”

Sadie leads Mikah into the building, her demeanor changing to that of one of a business woman and Mikah admired that.  She could get into people loving their jobs, after all, she loved hers.

;;MIKAH  “There’s going to have to be some construction done, if fI am correct.  I need a big enough space for two wrestling rings; one with six sides and one with just four.  And then I need a weight room and locker rooms with showers and everything.  Is this building capable of that?”

Sadie nods her head enthusiastically and Mikah knew that Sadie was all about the sale.  She shakes her head to herself but lets Sadie continue on.

??SADIE LANCASTER “Oh yes.  Of course.  I am sure you’ve already talked to an architect or somebody that could help you with that.  This building is very capable of many different options.”

She leads Mikah  through the building.  Mikah seemed to be impressed; there were two floors of the building.  She could see that they could use the upper level as an indoor track for those who liked to run.  The middle of the ground level floor would easily hold two wrestling rings and then some.

;;MIKAH  “I can already see all the potential this building has.  Two rings here.  A weight room or area off to one side with a punching bag.  The top floor can be turned into an indoor track for those who like to run.”

Sadie smiles at the blonde and nods her head just as enthusiastically as before.

??SADIE LANCASTER “Oh yes.   That is very doable and I do not think it would take long at all.  If you know the right people, that is.”

Mikah offers Sadie a smile and nods her head.  She did know some people and the people who built her house on the outskirts of the city were perfect for the job.

;;MIKAH  “I know some people.  But where could we put in the locker rooms with the showers?  I would also like a front area for a person to be able to sit behind a desk to greet people as they come in.”

[Again with a vigorous nod of her head as she shows Mikah into a room of the building.  She looks around to see that it had tiled floors and could be easily turned into a locker room./color]

[color=7FE817]??SADIE LANCASTER “This would be a good area for the locker rooms.  You could take out a wall or two to make it into two different ones.  There are a lot of rooms that you won’t need for what you will be using the building for.  As for the front area, you could also adjust how things are too.  You could put in a wall and change the doors to be all glass so that it looks more professional.”


Mikah looks around the room, her eyes moving over the walls and she starts to paint a picture of what she wanted in her mind.  She smiles and nods her head before letting Sadie lead her to the other part of the building, where the nail salon was located.  It was on the upper level and there were people in the salon but they didn’t seem too surprised to see Sadie with a potential buyer.  Mikah looks around before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “This room would have to go.  I think I would want to take most of the rooms on this upper level out and turn it completely into an indoor track.”

She didn’t really feel an ounce of sadness for the fact that the people that were here were going to have to vacate the premises.  She was however, excited for what was going to come.

??SADIE LANCASTER “That would of course be doable as well.  It’s a versatile building.”

Mikah could see all the possibilities that the building had to offer her.

;;MIKAH  “You said that there was a daycare in the building as well?  Where is that?”

Sadie nods her head and motions for Mikah to follow her.  Mikah takes one last look around the nail salon before she turns to follow Sadie out of the room.  She can hear some of the Koreans talking in their language.  Sadie leads Mikah down the  area that would technically be considered a hallway.

??SADIE LANCASTER “The daycare is basically its own building but is connected to this one.  The daycare is apart of the building and therefore, the company that is selling this building also owns the daycare.  They pay rent to rent it out right now.”

Mikah nods her head, listening to the words that were coming out of Sadie’s mouth.  She understood that the daycare was actually making money and not in the red.  Mikah follows Sadie, the walk becoming a little bit longer than what Mikah had expected although she didn’t mind.

;;MIKAH  “So, if I wanted, I could keep the daycare going and they would pay the rent of the building to me?”

Sadie nods her head, confirming with Mikah about what she had said.  Mikah admired that Sadie was good at her job and seemed to be into it as well.

??SADIE LANCASTER “Yes.  They would pay the rent to you and you can do whatever you see fit with that money.”

Sadie stops as they come to a door and she opens it and steps inside.  She garners the attention of who appears to be the director of the center.  Sadie just waves and Mikah looks around before smiling as she sees some of the kids running around the room.  She missed Leighton being that little and she glances up to see Elowyn dropping off a little boy that appeared to be around the age of four or five, Mikah wasn’t sure.

;;MIKAH  “Just a minute, Sadie.  I need to talk to that girl.”

Sadie nods her head as Mikah sets her sights on Elowyn.

??SADIE LANCASTER “Of course.  Take your time, Mikah.”

Mikah nods her head but doesn’t really say anything else as she walks over to Elowyn and taps the young woman on her shoulder.  Elowyn jumps before turning to see who tapped her on the shoulder.  Her face darkens just a bit as she recognizes Mikah from the night before.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t want any trouble...I just want to talk.”

Mikah holds her hands up, trying to show her that she came in peace.  Elowyn just looks at her before looking over at Sadie then back at Mikah.

±±ELOWYN REID “What could you possibly have to talk about with me?”

Mikah raises her hands up before moving to the side to let another parent pass them.  She looks at Elowyn before looking over at the child that Elowyn had dropped off.

;;MIKAH  “I wanted to apologize for the other night at the bar.  I know how hard it is to keep your head above water in New York City.”

Elowyn’s eyes look Mikah over then looks over at Sadie.  Mikah sighs as she knew it wasn’t going to be easy to convince Elowyn that she was sincerely sorry for being such a pain.

±±ELOWYN REID “You know how hard it is to keep your head above water?  It does not look like you’ve had any sorts of trouble.”

Mikah sighs before motioning for Elowyn to follow her.  Elowyn looks a bit perplexed about the idea of following the blonde but eventually follows Mikah out of the daycare and into the other open area of the building.  She looks around at the dumpy building before her eyes settle on Mikah.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t know what Jack or Becca told you about me or about my life when I was just barely 19 years old, but it wasn’t easy for me.  I had to fight to get what I wanted in life.  And I had to do things to make sure that I didn’t get myself kicked out of my apartment.  And to top it off, I was pregnant by a man that I barely knew at the time.  I didn’t have it easy then, but now?  Yes, I do.  But I had to work for it and accept things from my father that I could have accepted back then.  It was not easy for me as I’m sure you’ve already thought it to be for me.”

Elowyn just looks at Mikah before looking back at the daycare center where she’d just been.

±±ELOWYN REID “But it sounds like you had the opportunity for it to be easy for you and you just didn’t take it.”

Mikah could sense that Elowyn didn’t want this to be easy for Mikah to live down.  Mikah sighs before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH  “I was young, Elowyn.  I didn’t want any help from the parents that didn’t seem to give two shits about me.  I didn’t know about the bank account full of money that my father was pouring money into until after I got into wrestling.  I was just going to donate the money but raising a kid by myself wasn’t easy.  I had to pay for a nanny, food, and a house over their heads.  That money helped me when I needed it to.  I don’t know about your life and the struggles you are facing but I do know that it wasn’t easy for me at eighteen years of age.  And I want to help you.”

The honest look that Mikah had on her face touches Elowyn and she can see that.  Mikah knew that Elowyn wouldn’t take any sort of charity that Mikah would offer her.

±±ELOWYN REID “I am not a charity case.  My family is not a charity case.”

Elowyn turns to leave but Mikah stops her by grabbing her arm.

;;MIKAH  “I’m buying this building, Elowyn.  So the choice of keeping the daycare open is on me.  I don’t know your life story or anything but I do know that you need that daycare to remain open.  And I’m not blackmailing you or forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do but I want you to listen to me.  Can you at least do that?”

Elowyn stops as she hears Mikah’s words.  Mikah watches the back of the girl’s head and she lets go of her arm and just stands there for a moment.  She knew that Elowyn was processing things and slowly Elowyn turns around.

±±ELOWYN REID “Yes, I can do that.”

Mikah smiles at Elowyn as she rummages through her purse before handing Elowyn a piece of paper.  It had out a list of a job description on it and things that a front desk person was supposed to do.

;;MIKAH  “I’m turning this building into a training center for future and upcoming wrestlers.  It’s going to require a lot of people working here and I need a person to man the front desk.  I don’t know if that’s something you’re interested in but I can give you decent pay and you wouldn’t have to pay childcare for whoever’s child you are taking to the daycare.”

Mikah watches the young girl’s face and sees the confusion written all over it.  She knew she was processing the information and Elowyn looks up at Mikah.

±±ELOWYN REID “He’s my five year old brother.  He just turned five at the beginning of June.  Are you really serious about this job?”

Mikah could see the look of vulnerability in her eyes.  She knew that feeling; the feeling of having to trust somebody else’s word and not being able to completely do it.  It was the same feeling she’d had when Ally had offered to help get her the training she needed to become a wrestler.

;;MIKAH  “Yes.  And I want you to come with me to Texas the first weekend in July to watch an event to persuade you.  You and your siblings can come, my treat.  I want you to know what you’ll be dealing with and mostly, the types of people you might be dealing with when I get this building up and going.  Please say you’ll come...”

Elowyn looks at Mikah and then back down at the paper.  She’d never been to Texas or taken her siblings anywhere because they couldn’t afford it.  And here Mikah was, offering to do just that.

±±ELOWYN REID “Okay.  We’ll go with you.”

Mikah give Elowyn her number before smiling.

;;MIKAH  “Text me on the first of July and I will give you travel information.  I’ve got to finish up my business with Sadie.  You won’t regret this decision, Ellie.”

Mikah smiles before walking away from Elowyn to finish up the tour with Sadie and to make the buy.

<text align=right> <p align=Right> "KODAK MOMENTS."
LOCATION: KEMAH, TEXAS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 3
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE iii
REC•


THURSDAY JULY 5, 2018
1:00 P.M.

Mikah and Elowyn stood underneath the arch that read KEMAH BOARDWALK and Elowyn had a look of amazement on her face as she stared around.  Mikah enjoyed watching the girl’s look of amazement.  She wished that she could put that feeling in a bottle and sell it because it was one of the best feelings in the world.

;;MIKAH  “It’s a shame your siblings couldn’t come.”

Elowyn had informed her on Monday that it would only be her going with Mikah to Kemah, Texas for Climax Control.  It made it easier for Mikah to only have Elowyn around but she had been looking forward to meeting the young girl’s siblings.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Yeah, it’s a shame.  But my brother has summer school and my sister can’t get time off.  And the five year old would be too hard to bring by himself without their help.”

Mikah nods her head, understanding where Elowyn was coming from.  She could tell that Elowyn had to grow up early in life and it wasn’t fair.  But life often wasn’t fair.

;;MIKAH  “Sounds hectic.  Do you want to see where I’m going to shoot my promo for Sunday?”

Mikah turns her eyes to Elowyn, who’s eyebrows were furrowed together a little.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Promo?  What is that?”

Mikah chuckles before starting to walk down the boardwalk to the ice cream shoppe where she was going to be shooting her promotional work.

;;MIKAH  “It’s the part of the job where I get to talk smack against my opponent.  And the company airs it so people can view it.”

Elowyn nods her head but Mikah didn’t seem too sure that Elowyn knew exactly what she was talking about.  It was hard to explain to a person who was completely knew to the business.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Okay...”

Mikah chuckles a little bit at Elowyn as they walked around.  They listened to the screams from the people that were riding the roller coasters and the Pharoah ride.

;;MIKAH  “Have you ever watched any professional wrestling?  Like on TV or anything?”

Mikah looks at Elowyn as she walks alongside her.  Elowyn shakes her head no in response to Mikah’s question.

±±ELOWYN REID  “No, not lately.  My father used to watch it when I was a kid but I really don’t remember much of it.  Sorry.”

Mikah just chuckles to herself before continuing on on her path to take Elowyn to the ice cream shoppe.  She stops for a moment to look at Elowyn and then look around the area.

;;MIKAH  “Do you remember when the good guys would talk in the ring or backstage?  And talk about their opponent?  And the bad guys would always retaliate in some fashion?”

Elowyn nods her head, slowly.

±±ELOWYN REID  “I kind of remember that...”

Mikah smiles before moving on, Elowyn nearly jogging to keep up with the blonde’s fast strides.  Mikah points at somebody before waving with a smile on their face.

;;MIKAH  “It’s like that.  But it’s longer, better, and usually one sided.  It’s more singular, and you don’t know what your opponent is going to say about you until you watch theirs, if you choose to watch theirs.”

Elowyn nods her head almost as if she understood what Mikah was talking about.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Okay, I kind of understand now.  Do you ever watch your opponents’ promo?”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders as she stops in front of the ice cream shoppe and Elowyn stops beside her.  They both look at the front of the place and Mikah smiles at her.

;;MIKAH  “Sometimes.  Depends on who my opponent is.  Sometimes, I can’t stand the sound of their voice so I don’t watch their promo.  And also depends on how busy I am.”

Elowyn nods her head as she listens and seems to take in what Mikah had to say about the business.  Mikah steps closer to the ice cream shoppe and pushes the door open and lets Elowyn walk in first.  She follows the young girl in and they look around.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Have you been here before?”

Mikah shakes her head no as they walk to the ice cream freezer, taking in all the different flavors of the delicious creamy dessert.

;;MIKAH  “Nope.  Ruby, my assistant, researched places in Kemah to see where would be a good place to shoot my promo.  I don’t think there’s ever been a promo shot in an ice cream parlor.  And plus, I like ice cream, it is the one delicacy that I don’t deprive myself of.”

Elowyn smiles as she watches Mikah look into the ice cream freezer, taking in all the different flavors of ice cream.  Mikah points at the cotton candy flavor and tells the teenager behind the counter that she’d like a dish of that with two scoops, holding up her index and middle fingers to indicate two.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Ruby?  I don’t think I’ve met her yet.”

Mikah shakes her head no, confirming that Elowyn had yet to meet Mikah’s assistant.

;;MIKAH  “Nope, you haven’t met her yet.  She’s usually behind the scenes doing the stuff that I do not have the patience for.  Order whatever flavor you want, my treat.”

Elowyn looks through the glass, looking at all the flavors that the little shoppe had to offer.  She finally settles on a scoop of cotton candy ice cream and a scoop of bubble gum.

±±ELOWYN REID  “How many people do you have employed under your control?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at Elowyn before thinking for a moment and then shrugging her shoulders.  There wasn’t many at the moment but she was soon to realize that there might be more to come.

;;MIKAH  “Right now?  There’s you, Ruby, and Alphonso.  Alphonso drives my limousine around and me, sometimes.  Okay, most of the time.”

Elowyn seemed surprised at Mikah’s answer.  Mikah hands the teenager some cash that gave him enough for both ice creams and a tip.  She moves over to a both and sits down, placing her dish of ice cream in front of her as Elowyn sits across from her with her dish of ice cream in front of her as well.

±±ELOWYN REID  “And you got all of this just by wrestling?”

Mikah shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH  “No..  My parents were shitty when I was a teenager, so my father made a hidden account from my mother and he had poured money into it from since I was thirteen but never gave it to me until I was like twenty-five.  And then I had grandparents that passed away and left me a hefty chunk of money and then an aunt and uncle that left me money too.  It’s just been a thing, I guess.  I come from money, so my family always gave me some as inheritance.  And I was the only one who wasn’t a shitty human being.”

Sometimes, talking about how she came into money was hard and other times it was easy.  Talking to Elowyn about it seemed to be easy.

±±ELOWYN REID  “So wrestling just kind of helped moneywise?”

Mikah chuckles and nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Sometimes, yes.  It depends on high profile the company you compete for is.  Some companies are considered more indy than another and have less funds to give a hefty chunk to each performer.  It just depends.  I make good enough money now.”

She takes a spoonful of the ice cream and takes a bite of it, watching Elowyn.  She smiles at her before leaning back in the booth.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Right.  It helped that you came from money, right?”

Mikah nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, definitely.  However, there is no get rich quick scheme that really works, if we’re talking honestly.  I mean, you could marry rich but then people may or may not call you a gold digger.  Some people go to college to become surgeons or lawyers to make the big money but they have loans to pay back.  So it just depends on what you want to do.  You are kind of in a hard place because you have siblings that you seem to be raising.  I can promise to pay you enough that you can afford food and then some.  It will be a decent job for you to start out with.”

Elowyn pushes her spoon around the bowl before eating some of the ice cream as it mixes together.  Mikah could tell that she was forming an idea in her head.

±±ELOWYN REID  “What if...eventually, I wanted to train to be a wrestler?  How would we go about that?  I can’t afford the cost of it...”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders as she looks at Elowyn.

;;MIKAH  “I’d train you.  I’ve trained a girl that is in SCW that won a tournament thing to get a championship opportunity.”

Mikah laughs as Elowyn seemed shocked by the news.  Mikah just takes another spoonful of her ice cream and then sets the spoon down in the bowl.

±±ELOWYN REID  “And you’re the champion right now, right?”

Mikah nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Yes. At least until Sunday and I could still be afterwards or I could be a free agent.”

Elowyn frowns a little at her words and Mikah raises an eyebrow at the girl’s confused look.  She laughs before taking another spoonful of ice cream and eating it.

±±ELOWYN REID  “What happens if you lose?”

Mikah was enjoying the questions that Elowyn was asking and didn’t seem to mind answering them, either.  It was a first for her to actually be okay with answering questions but then again, Elowyn didn’t know much about the sport and wanted as much information that Mikah could give her.

;;MIKAH  “I walk away.  That’s if they don’t give me a rematch.  They probably don’t think I’m serious, but they’ll see how serious I am.”

Mikah shrugs, seemingly not worried about the chance of being jobless.

±±ELOWYN REID  “How could you just walk away?”

Mikah nods her head and finishes off her ice cream before looking across the table at Elowyn.

;;MIKAH  “It’d be hard but I’m not working for a company that does what a lady says, who isn’t the champion and holds absolutely no rank in the company.  It’s about taking a stand and doing what I believe.”

Elowyn slowly nods her head as if she understood what Mikah was saying.

±±ELOWYN REID  “Right.”

Mikah chuckles before getting up and tossing her dish and plastic spoon away and sits back down afterwards.  She could see that Elowyn didn’t seem to understand where she was coming from.

;;MIKAH  “I am standing for what I believe in, Ellie.  I stated two weeks ago what would happen if I should lose on Sunday.  And if I don’t leave like I stated, I would be a hypocrite.  I am not that and I want them to know that I am a woman of my word and that’s what everybody should be.”

Elowyn nods her head as she finishes her ice cream and leans back herself to study Mikah.  She tilts her head to the side.

±±ELOWYN REID “But won’t you be bored without it?  And who is your opponent?  What’s she like?”

Mikah chuckles a little bit before shrugging her shoulders.  With the new training center happening, she wasn’t sure how she could be bored.

;;MIKAH  “No, I don’t think I will be.  I have the training center and my husband and I could try for a baby if we wanted to.  And my opponent is Christina Rose or Crystal Hilton, depending on who she feels like being at any given minute.”

They sit there in silence as Elowyn processes what Mikah told her.  Mikah enjoys watching the confusion of what she said on the young girl’s face.

±±ELOWYN REID “...What?!”

Mikah chuckles and stands up and motions for Elowyn to follow her.  Elowyn grabs her empty cup and spoon and tosses it in the trash bin as they leave the ice cream shoppe.

;;MIKAH  “She’s been pretending to have different personalities lately.  She used to think that her and I were friends but I don’t like flaky people.  Or bullies and that is what she is.  She may claim that I am a bully, but it’s all in character.  I keep to myself pretty much when I’m not on camera.  She is as nutty as they come, to be completely honest with you.  It’s like the tenth time or something that I’ve faced off against her in the ring and I’m growing tired of facing her.  But hopefully Sunday will be the last time.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders as her and Elowyn start to walk around the boardwalk.

±±ELOWYN REID “And if you win?”

Mikah glances at Elowyn as she seems to be eager to learn about the company and about the facts of the wrestling world.

;;MIKAH  “I go to Summer XXXtreme as the Bombshell Champion and face off against Courtney, my first student.  It’s going to be bittersweet and probably one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in my career.  If not the hardest.”

She takes a deep breath as they near the amusement park rides.  She glances at Elowyn as they reach the line for the Pharaoh ride.

±±ELOWYN REID “Oh...Summer XXXtreme is more of a high profile event, right?  Kind of like a pay-per-view?”

Mikah nods her head, smiling at Elowyn.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, and it takes part on a cruise ship.  It’s probably one of my least favorite events.  However, I did get married on the ship two years ago, so I probably shouldn’t hate it as much as I do but my activities are limited when I’m on the boat.”

Again, she shrugs her shoulders as they wait in line.  Elowyn looks around, taking everything in.

±±ELOWYN REID “I wish I could go on a cruise.  That would be relaxing.”

Mikah looks at Elowyn and raises an eyebrow.

;;MIKAH  “I can get you a room on board.  You might have to share with somebody but I can do it.  I can see if Ruby can find somebody to help out with your siblings and you can take part in the fun.  If you want to, that is…”

Mikah watches as excitement fills Elowyn’s eyes and she smiles.  She knew that eventually, Elowyn would worry about her family but Mikah knew somebody that would willingly step in, if Ruby didn’t.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "NEW BEGINNINGS."
LOCATION: DISNEY WORLD, ORLANDO, FLORIDA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM HIGH.
I SCENE iv
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FRIDAY, JULY 6, 2018
4:45 P.M.

The Texas heat was not something Mikah was prepared for at all.  She was a New York City girl and the heat there was different from the heat of Texas.  But she had to be there for the show.  She was grateful that Ruby had already had her promo location set up and that’s where she was standing today.  She stands in front of the Sweet Scoops ice cream shoppe on the Kemah boardwalk.  She sighs before going in and was surprised to see that there was only one person inside like requested.  THe cameraman was following her but hadn’t started to record her yet.  She gets a waffle cone with cotton candy ice cream before sitting on the counter with the register to her right and the ice cream panel to her left.  She adjusts her simple pineapple printed crop top before crossing her legs and then nodding at the cameraman.  He gets ready himself before nodding his head to let her know to go.

;;MIKAH  “Three.”

She holds up three fingers with her left hand, the hand that wasn’t holding the ice cream.

;;MIKAH  “On Sunday, it will be the third match in the past two months between us.  Three times we will have met up in the ring.  Right now?  The score is tied, one win each.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “However, if we want to talk about all time, we know who’s got that lead.”

She smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  “Bragging might not be the right thing to do but it feels good.”

She carefully licks the ice cream so it doesn’t melt all over her hand.

;;MIKAH  “You want me to respect you.  I can see that every time you show up on a SCW screen and try to act like you’re important.  You talk about wanting my respect or thinking that it should just be given to you like a gift.”

She raises an eyebrow and licks the ice cream again, slowly.

;;MIKAH  “You don’t seem to like that I don’t show you any respect.  But what have you done to earn any of my respect?”

She looks at the camera before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “You have been nothing but a bully in this company.  You always play the victim, no matter what happens, YOU are the one that plays that card.”

MIkah presses her lips together.  She again licks the ice cream from the cone to keep it from dripping.

;;MIKAH  “Two years ago on April 24, 2016 you and I stepped foot in the ring, squaring off against one another in a singles match.  And who won that match, Crystal?  That’s right, I did.  Do you happen to remember why we had that match?”

Mikah’s eyes turn serious, a steely look in them as she looks at the camera.  Her jaw was set a bit in a clenched way as if the memory of why was so bad for her.

;;MIKAH  “Because you had been a bully to Despayre.  You had been his Blast From the Past partner and you both won but yet, you seemed to take all of the credit for Despayre’s work, claiming you carried him to the top.  Even though everybody knows it wasn’t true.  You may have apologized and he may have forgave you for your actions, but I haven’t.  I do know believe a wolf in sheep’s clothing.  Because if somebody like you can pick on a person with such a good heart like Despayre?  Who’s to say that that is not what you are doing right now?  Playing the sheep when in reality you’re the wolf, betraying everybody’s trust?”

She raises her eyebrows and then just simply shrugs again.

;;MIKAH  “So you can go on and keep begging for my trust, but until I can believe you?  You’re not getting an ounce of it.”

She shakes her head no to emphasize her point.

;;MIKAH  “And what is it with you trying to proclaim things that aren’t true?  Why do you think that if there wasn’t any Crystal, there wouldn’t be a Mikah?”

She frowns as the confusion is written all over her face.  She again licks the ice cream before looking back at the camera.

;;MIKAH  “You and I?  We do not define one another’s careers.  They are not similar, not in the slightest.  You are just a thorn in my side that doesn’t seem to want to stay away even though you don’t realize how stupid you really look.  Do you think anybody thinks that you are what made my career what it is today?”

She raises an eyebrow again before rolling her eyes in irritation.

;;MIKAH  “Newsflash, nutjob, I had a career before I was ever in SCW.  I had success before SCW so you didn’t make me who I am today.  Do you want to know who I give that credit to?”

Again, she smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  “Natural Selection.”

She knew that nobody in SCW would know them, so she just gave them the stable name.

;;MIKAH  “The guys in that group have helped me over the years become the competitor I am today.  Not you, or anybody else.  They did.  I get that you have some weird fascination about taking credit for other people’s work, but this really takes the cake.”

She lets out a laugh before pushing her hair out of her face.

;;MIKAH  “Without you, there would be a world without chaos and that is just fine.  I am still not sure who you’re pretending to be but I don’t even care.  You can be whoever you want as long as you know that I am better than you.”

She shrugs her shoulders once more.

;;MIKAH  “Life sucks, but you’ll get used to it.  After all, you are used to losing to me as it is.”

She looks at the ice cream cone and watches as some of it starts to drip down the cone. She shifts her eyes back to the camera.

;;MIKAH  “Do you see what’s happening to this ice cream cone as it’s exposed to the heat?”

Her eyes go back to the ice cream cone, transfixed with the beads of melted ice cream rolling down the side of the cone.

;;MIKAH  “This represents your life, Crystal or Christina, whichever persona I am talking to.  When the ice cream is in the freezer, it is solid and fine, not willing to change.  It’s perfect.  But once the ice cream gets scooped out and placed in this cone and exposed to the outside elements, it starts to change.”

She tilts her head to the side, watching the cream melt a little more.

;;MIKAH  “When there isn’t any pressure on you, you seem to do fine.  You work well with nothing pressing down on you.  But the minute you start to feel the pressure of anything whether it be a match or a personality change, you melt.  You change and try to adapt but you fail at it.  You try to appear more important than you are.”

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Climax Control Archives / Disney Dreams
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<text align=right> <p align=Right> "IT’S BEEN A WHILE."
LOCATION: MALIBU, CALIFORNIA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 14
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
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MONDAY, MAY 28, 2018
1:00 A.M.

The blonde Bombshell sat in the sand, staring at the dark ocean water as the moon shines brightly on the ocean’s surface.  She could slowly feel the dissatisfaction of the night slipping away from her and the high taking over her body.  She could vaguely remember meeting the shady guy as she was headed to the beach and she couldn’t remember why she had decided to buy what she did. It wasn't her drug of choice.  But here she sat, sitting on the beach staring at the ocean in her high, a needle, a few empty bags, and a discarded water bottle at her side. She could feel her body feeling lighter and her mind seemed as if it was floating on air, it made no difference to her that anyone walking by would have known exactly what she was up to.

She reaches down and grabs a handful of sand and slowly lets it trickle out through the cracks of her fingers.  She didn’t even care that it was dark and she was in California all by herself.  She hated California but for some reason, that was the only place she wanted to go after Into the Void.


;;Mikah  “How...weird.”[/color]

She tilts her head to the left as she grabs another handful of the sand and watches as it trickles through her fingers again.  She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out as she does the same thing again with the sand.  She could slowly feel herself starting to lose touch with reality as the sand seems to disappear.  She frowns but doesn’t seem to be too worried about what was happening around her.  Had she taken anything else?  She couldn’t quite remember if she had or not but she felt okay.  Or at least she thought she felt okay.  She couldn’t quite remember what else it was that she had bought from Tommy?  Jackson?  Alexander?  She didn’t even think it mattered what his name had been.  She was enjoying her time, so he had served his purpose. Now she was in the dark, on the beach, and watching the sand fall through her fingers while the moon shined down on the ocean. There were no problems here. No arguing. Nothing at all.

She continues to watch the sand fall from her fingers, picking handful after handful of it up and seemingly amazed at what it was doing.


»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Mikah, what are you doing?”

His voice was distinct and she would have recognized it anywhere.  She looks over to see his form standing over her.  She reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ears before standing up, the sand falling off of her as she moves over to him.  She reaches out and places a hand on his cheek.  Her eyes widen as she actually touches his cheek.  She steps back in pure disbelief and he reaches out to grab her arm.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Mikah, you can’t be here.”

She just looks at him, tilting her head to the side before looking down to his hand on her wrist.  She wasn’t sure how this was happening.  Masen Christian Othniel was dead.  She had been at his funeral but yet, here he was standing in front of her with concern in his eyes.

;;MIKAH  “You’re not real.  You’re not really here.”

The hurt showed in her own eyes; the hurt from his death and his abandoning her when she needed him the most.  She watches as he moves his hand up and carefully sweeps his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a tear.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t understand…”

She places her hand over his, leaving it on her cheek.  She continues to stare at him.  How was this even possible?  He was dead.  How was she having a conversation with a dead man?  She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before she pinches herself to see if she would wake up.  She opens her eyes again to see him still standing there, the worry and concern in his eyes.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “This is real, Miks.”

She still wasn’t able to grasp the concept of it being real but she wasn’t going to question it before wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t care that I don’t understand this…”

She buries her face in the crook of his neck and inhales his scent.  It might have been weird but she didn’t care.  She just missed him so much and was sure that she had forgotten his scent.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Mikah, stop.  C’mon, you have to think about what you’re doing. About what you did.”

But she couldn’t.  How could she think about what she had done when he was standing there with her?  She had missed him so much, almost as if he was apart of her and she had been missing a limb.

;;MIKAH  “Why?  Why do I have to think about why this is happening?  Why can’t I just...be here?”

She holds her arms out as she looks at him, that hurt still in her eyes.  He runs a hand over his face and they both look over to see Mikah’s body lying in the sand, partially covered.  Mikah looks at her body, lying in the sand before looking back at Christian, who looked concerned.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Why would you want to be here?”

Mikah just smiles at him, her eyes peering into his as she seemingly ignores the fact that her body was just lying there.

;;MIKAH  “Because.  It’s you.”

He looks at her and can see the vulnerability in her eyes and then he looks down at the unconscious body of Mikah before looking at her again.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “It’s me...But that’s you.”

He motions to her body but Mikah doesn’t seem to want to talk about it.  She moves down the beach, away from her body and toward the pier.  Christian sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets before following her.

;;MIKAH  “So?”

Christian keeps up with her, trying to get her to pay attention to the task at hand.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “So, you can’t just avoid this…”

She looks over his shoulder at him before raising her eyebrows as she stops walking.  He moves over to her and tries to get her to look at herself.

;;MIKAH  “Don’t.”

She tries to look the other way but Christian places a hand on her cheek and tries to get her to look over at her unconscious body.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You have to look.  You can’t just ignore it, Mikah.”

He kept trying to get her to look over her body that was partially covered in sand.  But she wouldn’t, she just continued to stare at him, her eyes looking into his.

;;MIKAH  “I can’t.  I just...I just want to look at you.”

He sighs and she leans in and kisses him full on the mouth.  He doesn’t resist her but doesn’t kiss her back like she wants to and she pulls away from him, a heartbroken look on her face.  He runs a hand over his face for a moment before looking up, not wanting to see the heartbroken look on her face.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Mikah, you can’t stay here.”

She looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

;;MIKAH  “Why not?  You’re here.”

She looked almost vulnerable and he didn’t want to break her again.  He knew that his death had impacted her more than he wanted to admit.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Because!  Mikah, you have to be there for Leighton!  She won’t survive without you!”

He knew that he wasn’t supposed to pressure her into going back but to remind her that there were things worth living; things greater than him.  But so far, he didn’t seem to be having much luck.  Mikah shrugs her shoulders and walks farther down the pier towards the end, nearing the water.  She sits down and lets her legs dangle over the edge. Christian has no choice but to follow her there and he sits down beside her.

;;MIKAH  “Leigh would do just fine without me, you know.  She’s a good kid and deserves a better mother than myself.”

She didn’t look at him as she told him that.  But she meant it.  She had always thought that Leighton deserved a better mother but she hadn’t really ever voiced those opinions out loud.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “That is not true, Miks.  And you know it.  Leighton loves you and you’re a good mother.  You have provided her everything she needs in life.  You got her into a great school and she has amazing friends.  That’s all you.”

Christian watched her and he could tell that he hadn’t convinced her of anything.  She just shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  “That’s materialistic things, Mase.  It’s not things that she needs; she could have easily gone to a public school and gotten a good education easily.  But the school she goes to now, is just amazing.  And pricey but she deserves that because I can’t...give her the attention she deserves.”

She watches the water and tilts her head to the side as the water seems to rise, getting closer and closer to her feet.  It doesn’t alarm her or even worry her, but she watches it with amazement.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Miks, you’re a wonderful mother.  Leighton knows that you do what you have to do to help her have a home to live in.  She’s a smart kid, she knows that you love her.”

Mikah smiles a bit, watching the water before looking over at him as he still continued to try to convince her to live.

;;MIKAH  “But what if she wants a parent that is always at home?  I can’t give her that.”

Christian sighs before running a hand over his face before watching the water rise, nearing the bottoms of her feet.  He knew that time was running out but he wasn’t having very good luck at convincing her to live.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Do you think she wants both of her parents dead?  How do you think that will change her, Mikah?  Right now, she has the world at her fingertips; she’s just starting to discover who she wants to be in this world.  She is almost thirteen years old.  If you die, she’s not going to be the same; she won’t recover.”

That seems to have struck a nerve and Mikah holds an unreadable look on her face.  A look of emotions she couldn’t quite decipher herself.  Christian knew that he was closer than before to get her to realize she was more than this; more than what she was doing now.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe it would change her for the better.”

Her voice didn’t sound too confident about that but she said it anyways.  Christian shakes his head at her.  He knew all about her current struggles, the way she couldn’t get over his death to move on in her life.  He knew that the cycle she created was still going in circles.  He also knew that what he said about Leighton had stuck and he knew she was wavering.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “If you don’t think about Leighton, think about Drake.  Or any of your current co-workers in that company.  Despy?  Kris?  Chelsea?  How do you think your death would affect them?”

Again she shrugs her shoulders.  Maybe because she didn’t care.  Or maybe because she cared too much, Christian wasn’t sure which was the case.  Sometimes he could read her like a book but right now, it was hard to read her.

;;MIKAH  “Well….”

She was silent for a moment, clearly thinking about the last thing he had offered to her. He sits next to her, silent as well and lets her think about her options.

;;MIKAH  “Well, they all have families.  Lives that would continue on even if I did die.”

It was a hard statement to make but she made it anyways.  It was true, partially.  Or at least in her mind, it was true.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You don’t think Drake’s life would go up in shambles?”

He looked at her, wondering where her head was currently at.  She just looks at him before biting her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH  “You’re asking me that now, Mase?  I don’t think he’d care.  He’s too self absorbed to even realize that I spent very little time at home since April.  I don’t see how my dying would affect him too badly.”

Christian sighs and pulls her into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder.  He couldn’t fix her; he wasn’t alive anymore but this was real.  Or as real as it could get for her.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “It is just a rough patch that you are going through, Mikah.  He still loves you, you’re still his wife.”

Mikah watches the ocean water continue to rise and she pulls her feet up just a bit as the water touches the bottoms of her feet.  She slowly lowers her feet back down and into the chilly water.  She didn’t seem to be scared of it and that worried Christian.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe it’s more than a rough patch, Mase.  Maybe my marriage with him is over.  So why would he care?”

Christian watches as the water covers her feet, up to her ankles and he looks at her, wondering if she was realizing what was happening.  If she did, she didn’t seem too worried about it.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You can’t just...give up on your life.  You can’t stay here, Mikah.”

She sits there in silence thinking about what he was saying and just feeling the emotions she had pushed down inside of her before she looks at him, tears in her eyes and some spilling down her cheeks.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t know if I can go back.  You’re not there.  Life without you in it?  It’s not right, Mase. You’re here, I could be with you…”

She looked at him again, that same vulnerable look in her eyes and it was hard for him to tell her to go back.  She didn’t even seem phased when the water raises up to the middle of her shins.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You can’t just...quit life because you lost a match, Miks.”

He knew that he was going to have to be harsh with her.  It killed him to do so but he knew that she wasn’t going to want to go back if he stayed here.  But he couldn’t just leave.

;;MIKAH  “You think I am quitting my life because I lost a match to a nutjob?”

She looks at him, the hurt and confusion written in her eyes as she sits next to him.  A few more tears slip down her cheeks.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Why else would you take that much?  You were clearly not using your brain; don’t you know that stuff is bad for you?”

A different look comes into her eyes as she still feels the tears slip down her face.  But she felt anger this time as she stares at him but she still didn’t seem to want to go back.  She feels the water almost reach the pier.

;;MIKAH  “You’re calling me stupid?  What about you?!  You did that stuff all the time!  I tried and I tried to get you to stop, Masen Christian Othniel!  I wanted you to stop because what example were you setting for your daughter?!”

She stands up and he looks at her, his own chest hurting from the whole argument.  He really didn’t want to do this but it didn’t seem that he had any other choice because nothing else was working.  He stands up as well to face her.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You knew what I was like before you brought me into her life, Mikah.  You took that chance.  But what are you doing?  You are not this person and you can’t be.  You can’t be white trash.”

Her mouth drops open in complete shock.  She had never expected those words to come out of her mouth.  She seems to blink and they’re back at where her body seemed to be.  She looks down at her body and then at Christian, the hurt and betrayal in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “How dare you!”

She pushes him hard, the tears still on her cheeks but they were more so angry than sad ones.

;;MIKAH  “You are a hypocrite, Masen Christian Othniel!  You are the one that purposely overdosed on it!  And I wasn’t trying to kill myself, I just…”

She’s quiet for a moment, trying to think about just why she wanted to do it.  She looks at him, the anger and the hurt written in her eyes.  He instantly felt bad for doing what he had to do and he takes a step towards her, trying to hug her but she shoves him away, hard.  He keeps ahold of her, easily and she hits his chest repeatedly, crying and screaming at him all the same.

;;MIKAH  “I just…”

She couldn’t seem to find the words that would finish that sentence.  So she tries again to push Christian away but he doesn’t let her, just holds onto her and she screams and cries against his chest.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “You just..what?”

She doesn’t look at him, burying her face in his chest and lets him hold her.  She was still angry with him and at him but she didn’t have the energy to push him away from her anymore.

;;MIKAH  “I wanted to see why the drug was so important to you.  Why you were addicted to it and couldn’t stop.  You couldn’t even stop for Leighton…”

She manages to gain enough energy to push him away from her, her anger written all on her face.  He looks at her, trying to mask his own emotions.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  “Still this isn’t what I wanted for you..”

Mikah takes a step back as she sort of realizes what exactly was going on.  She watches her body before looking back at Christian.

;;MIKAH  “Do you think I wanted to live a life without you?  Do you honestly think that my life is going okay?”

She points at her body before looking at Christian again.  He seems conflicted and tortured himself about the whole situation.

;;MIKAH  “And Leighton?!  Did you even stop to think about your daughter?  And how she would cope without you?!”

She couldn’t help that the anger was pouring out of her mouth as she stares at him.  Angry at him for being dead.  She couldn’t help the tears that spilled from her eyes and Christian just pulls her into him, holding her close to him in an embrace but she shoves him away.

;;MIKAH  “No.  You didn’t think about anybody but yourself because you are a selfish man, Masen!  I hate you and I can’t….I can’t stay here.  I need...I need to go back.”

He holds a look of pain on his face and watches as she struggles to breathe as she starts to go back to her life.  He wanted to tell her that he thought about her and Leighton all the time and that he wanted to undo the past but he couldn’t.


<text align=right> <p align=Right> "BREATHE."
LOCATION: MALIBU, CALIFORNIA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 11
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
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WEDNESDAY, MAY 30, 2018
1:00 P.M.

Her eyes squint shut as the bright fluorescent lights shine above her, trying to wake her. But she wasn't ready for that yet. She didn't want to be awake yet but she doesn't seem to have much control of that. She looks around, lost as she couldn't remember anything. She had just been with….but no, that was impossible. He was dead and that's impossible. She props herself up before realizing she's in a hospital bed. A frown crosses her face for a moment, completely lost. She looks to her left to see Court sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Instead of sitting straight though, she was sideways across the chair, thumbing through tweets on her phone with her legs draped over the armrest..

;;MIKAH  “What...the hell.”

She reaches up and runs a hand over her face, trying to piece her memory together. Trying to decide what was real and what isn't real. Court does not even lift her head off of the backrest of the chair. She shrugs her shoulders, and sounds less than pleased with her mentor’s current situation.

??COURT  “Oh look, Smacky McDrug-Addict is awake. Have a nice three day nap?”

The rookie laughs, but sounds more frustrated than anything else.  Mikah just gives the younger girl a look before rolling her eyes. Three days? That was a long time to be out. What had she all missed out on?

;;MIKAH  “Yep.”

The answer was short and clipped. Naturally, she didn't dare open up to anybody. Anybody that could possibly use it against her, that is. She just frowns before moving to grab her chart. She had been in hospitals before. She knew how things worked. Her eyes scan over her chart and she frowns before collapsing back against her pillows. She had coded three times? She hadn't felt like she had.  She just gazes over to Courtney but stays quiet for a moment longer.

;;MIKAH  “How...did I even get here? The last thing I remember, is a beach.”

She looks at her before looking back at her chart. Court still doesn’t bother to click off her phone screen, or even look in Mikah’s direction

??COURT  “No, ‘hey, I notice you are the only one still here’ or ‘how much damage have I done to my life, career, or body’ or even ‘thanks for sticking around to make sure I didn’t die’ huh? Just, how did I get here? That’s your big question?”

She tosses the phone down into her lap and swings her legs down to the floor. As she sits up in the chair her eyes find Mikah’s. Court is clearly worn out, and the days of sleeping in the chair were not doing her any favors either. She might have sounded mildly frustrated, but the rest of her face showed that there was nothing mild about it.

??COURT  “You know, I didn’t exactly expect to be congratulating for doing what you didn’t think I was capable of at Into The Void, but I at least expected… something...”

She shakes her head, blowing off how much it bothered her. She caves in, answering the question with a roll of her eyes.

??COURT  “Kris brought you here. I’m surprised you don’t remember. They said you were conscious and talking about someone. Some dead guy. I don’t know.”

A look passes through her eyes for a moment.  She is quiet as she gets lost in her own mind for a minute or more. She looks over at Court and sighs. She barely even remembered Sunday night let alone that she and everybody else at SCW competed. She shares a guilty look before rubbing her hands over her face.

;;MIKAH  “You really want me to congratulate you now?  You know I would only be saying it because you're pouting like a child. Nobody ever congratulated me on shit so don't expect it. Because nine times out of ten it is not going to happen, kid.,”

She hesitates for a moment before smirking st Court.

;;MIKAH  “But you did beat Evie Baang. So that is a feat in itself and that probably requires a congratulations. And even though, I did have faith in you, nobody thought you would pull that off. So congrats on that.”

She runs her hands through her tangled hair and winces as her fingers get caught in the tangles. None of her words had any effect on the expression on Court’s face though. She shook her head, almost disappointed.

??COURT  “Nobody thought that I could pull it out...”

It is more mumbled under her breath than it is addressed to Mikah. Court forcefully pushes herself up from the chair, causing it to slide back and hit the wall. She reaches down next to it and grabs a small gym bag before throwing it up onto her shoulder. Her eyes don’t come off of her trainer though.

??COURT  “Nobody thought I could do it because the one person that was supposed to have faith in my spent the month ignoring me. Yet here I am, Mikah! I stayed when everyone else either left or didn’t show up. I don’t know what I was expecting, honestly. You’re too busy to even talk to me, but you’re overdosing on a beach a few thousand miles away from your family, or friends? Alone?”

Court bites down on her bottom lip to stop herself from saying anything else, but her eyes continued to scream at Mikah. There wasn’t any doubt in either of their minds that anyone passing through the hallway outside could hear her through the door, but it did not seem to matter.

;;MIKAH  “Do you honestly think that I could have helped you in any way in the past month? If I had been there, there would have been the option for me to self sabotage you because I'd have thought that it would have been me you're facing. But nope, you're getting Crystal. Or whatever the nutjob’s going by now. Probably Celeste or Candice.”

Mikah rolls her eyes but looks at Court. She wasn't really surprised that nobody but Court had stayed; she pushed people away because it was easier. Easier to push them away rather than to let them in. And she couldn't get hurt like she had in February of 2016.

;;MIKAH  “Also, does it surprise you that I'd be alone? There are not many people in my life I let in. And then, when I do, I push them out. It is a cycle that I can't seem to break.  So maybe you should get used to it, kid.  And let's circle back to the part where you are the one here. Why? Who asked you to stay here. Because you should be out celebrating your big win, not sitting at my hospital bed waiting for me to wake up. What? Nobody like you like you thought they would?”

Push, push, push. It was what she did best. Nobody ever really pushed back either so she hadn't ever worried about that. The rookies mouth opens, and from the fire in her eyes she was ready to explode. As quickly as it rose though, it was gone. Court laughed, and shook her head lightly. When she spoke, her tone had entirely changed. She was calm, like a weight had been lifted off of her chest.

??COURT  “You know, I used to want to be just like you...”

The thought brought a slight smile to her face, but it quickly vanished.

??COURT  “You have always been the best. It was why I kept bugging you to train me. I really wanted to be good enough for you to want to train. You seemed like you had it all together, and didn’t really need anyone. It was basically everything that I hoped to be.”

She motions to the room around them, and then to Mikah in the bed.

??COURT  “..but here you are talking about how nobody ever really gave a shit about you, and look where that landed you. You want me to get used to it? You want me to learn to live with it? I don’t have to. This isn’t what I signed up for, and I don’t want to be someone like you. You see all these mistakes that other people have made, and you use them to justify acting the same way. No thanks.”

She turns away from Mikah, and brushes at her eyes as soon as her back in turned. She hestiates for only a second to compose herself before moving towards the door.

;;MIKAH  “You wanted to be just like me, hm?”

The blonde bombshell stops for a moment to compose her own thoughts. She looks over at Court’s back as she lingers by the door.

;;MIKAH  “Here’s the first step, Courtney. Find a guy, a guy who will be your very best friend. A guy who you will eventually fall in love with but hey, you can't ever really be with him because his timing sucks and his drug habit is more important than you or the daughter you share with him.”

She was unaware that it had turned from hypothetical to reality. And that perhaps she was letting Court in more than she realized

color=#00E5EE];;MIKAH  “Then when he finally admits to you that he loves you too and that he's going to be there for you, he goes and kills himself with an overdose. While you're out of the country and there's no way in hell you can fix what he broke because there's always a small piece of you that blames yourself for his death. Live with that for two years, bury it under everything else and deal with a husband who is struggling with the fact that you don't or won't have a child with him yet. Deal with all that and then the pressure of defending a championship all at once and you'll be just like me.”


Her reality was warped and she lets out a breath, almost as if spilling that out was helpful to her own mental health.

color=#00E5EE];;MIKAH  “I wasn't trying to overdose either. I just wanted to see what he had been too addicted to stop.”[/color]

Vulnerability was never her best thing. But she couldn't keep everything in. Court turns with a shrug and there are tears of defeat in her eyes. There is no more hostility in her voice. In fact, there is barely any energy in it at all.

??COURT  “I hope you found whatever answer you were looking for then, because you only had to destroy every relationship in your life to find it out...”

When the confusion sets in on Mikah’s face, Court unpacks the comment before Mikah can even ask her question.

??COURT  “You think I’m mad? Where do you think that daughter thinks you have been for days? Or what Drake feels about it? Or the fact that you led a recovering heroin addict to find you OD’d on a beach?”

She gestures in Mikah’s direction with one hand a brushes at her cheek with the other.

??COURT  “...but you got your answer, so that’s what matters. You’re so mad about whoever he was throwing his life away, that you chose to do the exact same thing. That’s real smart.”

She just looks at Court and takes a deep breath. She knew her choices were never smart ones but they shaped her into who she was.

;;MIKAH  “Leighton is safe. She doesn't worry about me because she knows that I'm busy with SCW. I make sure that she is well cared for  if there is one thing I can do right, it's that.”

She hesitates for a moment, a flash of guilt and regret passing through her eyes. She hadn't meant for any of it to happen.  She had never meant for the drugs to cause her to almost OD and hadn't meant for him to try to find her.

;;MIKAH  “I wasn't trying to OD. I didn't think anybody knew where I was at. I didn't...want Kris to find me.  I don't even know how he found me; I told nobody where I was going. I didn't even know where I was going until I was on the airplane. None of it was planned. Not one bit. Except the part where I needed out if that arena.”

She looks at Court.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe you should go and walk away. I'm pretty good at ruining lives and relationships.”

She purposely didn't touch upon the Drake thing. She didn't know what to say about it. It wasn’t as if Court needed her permission to go either. She was already halfway across the room. If anything, it just made it easier for her to leave.

??COURT  “Yeah, maybe I should.”

Court nods a few times, and averts her eyes from Mikah’s.

??COURT  “You know, it’s easy for you to point out your own flaws. It doesn’t seem like you’re oblivious to how you affect people, but it doesn’t feel like you’re too happy about where your life is right now. You see what you’re doing wrong, you know it is wrong, but you don’t even try to fix it….”

Court’s voice trails off and she tries to stop herself from finishing the thought. She shakes her head as she pulls the lever on the door to open it, and cannot help looking back over her shoulder.

??COURT  “You’re really only as alone as you are choosing to make yourself. Be miserable if you want, but it’s not anyone’s fault but yours.”

With a disappointed sigh, Court steps through the door, closing it behind her.


<text align=right> <p align=Right> "HATE ME."
LOCATION: SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 8
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE iii
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SATURDAY JUNE 2, 2018
9:00 P.M.

She hated Seattle more than she hated California. But there were times that she had to suck it up and do certain things she didn’t necessarily like to do.  She takes a deep breath and snaps the hair tie on her wrist against her skin.  She was trying her best to cope with the memories that were playing in her head.  She was feeling a lot of different emotions that she didn’t even really want to admit that she had.  Nervous, anxious, sad, guilty, and anything else that she couldn’t even put words to.  But she didn’t have much of a choice; this had to be done and she was going to try to not avoid things to the best of her ability.

But tracking down Kristopher was proving to be harder than she thought.  She figured out he was in Seattle and maybe for good reason.  She only remembered where he might be after checking other places and that’s where the taxi stops.  She looks out the window and takes a deep breath, snapping the hair tie against her wrist again before she hands the driver the cash, more than enough for a tip.


;;MIKAH  “Keep the change.”

She takes a deep breath before pushing the door open and grabbing her clutch purse.  She was apprehensive, worried about how this was going to go because she had a feeling about how it might go.  But she was hardly ever keyed into her intuition and it sometimes led her astray.  But she knew he was here, it was the only other place he could be.  She shuts the door and the taxi wastes no time in driving off to find another fare.  She adjusts the skirt of her dress before moving to the building and finding a way in to get up to the rooftop.  It was a good thing she wasn’t scared of heights but rather the unknown.  It takes her somewhere around five minutes to get up to the rooftop and she stares at the door that would lead her to who she was looking for.  She finally pushes the door open and steps out but doesn’t adventure much farther than the door.  She looks around, her blonde locks blowing in every which way due to the wind.  She chews on her bottom lip before spotting him in the distance.

;;MIKAH  “Okay…”

She carefully pushes herself away from the door and walks over to him, a seemingly uncertainty to her walk.  She stops just behind him, suddenly aware that she wasn’t sure what she was going to say.  Or how to say what she needed to say.

;;MIKAH  “I know you’re mad at me.  And I know you probably don’t want to talk to me or see me but I …. just had to come to talk to you.”

The words rushed out of her lips quickly, almost as if she couldn’t stop them from falling out.  It wasn’t how she intended for it to go but there it was.  It wasn’t something big she’d said but it was a start.  Or at least, she thought so. The SCW World Heavyweight Champion is laying back in a beach chair that was apparently never removed from the premises. There is a cooler at his side, and a tropically colored umbrella blocking out most of the sunlight. Kris’ fingers were laced together and he was using his hands to cradle the back of his head. He did not even flinch at the sound of her voice.

??KRIS  “Funny because this is a place where I come to have important conversations with people….”

It was total sarcasm, and not the light-hearted variety. She could hear the anger in his voice, and the fact that he didn’t even turn to look at her said a lot in itself.

??KRIS  “Oh wait, that’s right! This is the place where I go to get the fuck away from everyone, and it just so happens to be in the one city that you won’t go to.”

Kris moves his hands from behind his head and pulls the sunglasses off of his face. He drops them in his lap, and raises his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, pinching it lightly and forcing himself to take a deep breath to avoid exploding at her.

??KRIS  “I’m glad you’re alive. Now go away.”

She flinches a little at his words but they weren’t completely unexpected.  She watches him, but doesn’t move to make him look at her.  There were things that people did and she understood a few things because there were things she did that she didn’t want people to interfere in.  But this...couldn’t really be avoided.

;;MIKAH  “Go away?  I tried that.  It clearly didn’t work because I wound up in a hospital bed.”

There was no reason to beat around the bush.  And she didn’t really care that it probably sounded worse than what it was.  She had gone to California because almost everybody knew she hated the place and thought that nobody would think to bother her there.

;;MIKAH  “I know you didn’t want to talk to me.  But yet, here I am.  And I’m not going away just because you don’t want to talk to me.  Maybe if this was two weeks ago, I would’ve.  But it’s not.  So...no, I’m not going away.”

She usually avoided confrontation like the black plague and let things happen. It was what had happened almost a year ago at Summer XXXtreme too.  She was going to try to not be as self absorbed in her own life but that would only take her so far.  She knew she was going to have to fix things with Courtney, it’s what she’d thought about until they finally gave her her wishes to be released from the hospital.  She’d had plenty of time to think about what Courtney had said to her and it only made sense that she couldn’t continue on with life in that way. That was what had led her here, and she wasn’t willing to let this conversation end the same way that one had.

??KRIS  “Fine, then I’ll go...”

Kris pushed himself up from the chair, his eyes down at the rooftop beneath his feet. He does not bother picking up any of this things, or even closing the umbrella. The sunglasses fly from his lap and skid across the roof, snapping them at the nose piece. He doesn’t waste time by paying them any attention though. He tries to step around Mikah, but she moves into his path. When he tries to sidestep, she is right there with him. His eyes are still down though, having no interest in looking at her. She catches onto it quickly, and focuses in on it.

;;MIKAH  “Look at me...”

He forces a fake laugh, and shakes his head without an immediate response. Instead, he raises his forearm to the outside of her shoulder to brush her to the side and out of his way. She smacks his arm away though, and stands her ground.

??KRIS  “You realize if I really want to get by you there is literally no way that you can stop me, right?”

She knew that it was true, and was actually counting on it. If he actually wanted to leave, he would have already. Asking him politely was not getting the job done, and was making the whole thing much more difficult than she had thought it would be. She was running out of options, and decided to do something that she rarely did. His refusal to look up made it easy to strike before he could move. She reached out, and put her hand under his chin, forcing his head up before he saw it coming. She only had a second where his eyes were on hers, but she made it count.

;;MIKAH  “I’msorry”

She wasn’t good at saying it, and it comes out as a single word, but it gets his attention. He focuses on her for a few seconds, and then pushes her arm away, walking around her.

??KRIS  “I don’t care...”

She runs her fingers through her hair, pulling a little bit at her hair when her hands get to the ends.  She was not used to things being hard for her; it was usually the opposite..

;;MIKAH  “You don’t care?”

Her eyes change a bit, the look in them changing to something unreadable.  She grabs his arm again to stop him from leaving.  She didn’t necessarily care if he looked at her or not, just wanted him to stop.

;;MIKAH  “If you didn’t care, then you would have left me on that fucking beach.  I would have been fine/”

Old habits die hard.  She knew that she’d get a reaction from him in some form and retaliating that way, would get him to talk.  Or so she hoped, anyways.

;;MIKAH  “Or, if you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have called Courtney.  You’d have called Drake or even better, you’d have called nobody.  If you didn’t care, you’d have left me in the hospital alone, Kris.  And you know it.”

She closes her own eyes for a moment, struggling with her inner self for a moment.  Was she too harsh?  Pushing buttons too much?  She wasn’t sure but she knew that they had to talk.  Her words seem to have no effect on him and he moves to the door and she clenches her jaw and rolls her eyes before she follows him and steps in front of the door.

;;MIKAH  “So, what?  It’s okay for you to do it but not me?  Or perhaps, maybe I should have disappeared longer than what?  A few hours or a day?”

She raises her eyebrows at him before crossing her arms over her chest, looking at him.

;;MIKAH  “Or maybe I could have disappeared for an even longer time to make it better.  Or have it end my career but let’s be honest, it almost did.  Because I coded three fucking times.  But yes, you don’t care.”

She looks at him, a ferocity in her eyes.  She tries to draw in a breath, but he finally explodes in front of her. He balls up his left fist and hits the door over her shoulder three times in rapid succession. He yells some of his frustration out in the process, and immediately turns from her, moving across the rooftop to put some distance between the two of them.

??KRIS  “Just… Could you...”

She was still in shock about the outburst, and didn’t even know how to help him complete whatever thought he was trying to put together. He wasn’t the type to blow up like that either. He had always managed to keep his cool and deflect in the past.

??KRIS  “You can’t badger me into talking to you. Throw as many of my mistakes at me as you want. It doesn’t change anything. I just got to a place where I forced that stuff out of my life. I’m not letting it back in.”

The outburst had drained a lot of energy out of him, and by the time he was finished, she could barely hear him talking. His back was still to her, but he raised his hand up from his side to look at the damage done to it. It was already swelling, but there were no cuts to worry about.

??KRIS  “I wasn’t just going to let you die. I had a bad feeling when you left so quickly. Nobody knew where you went, and it just kind of all came back, you know? We have sat and talked on that beach. I even told you about a lot of the drug stuff right there. It was just a guess...”

He turns back towards her, but there isn’t any happiness on his face.

??KRIS  “Don’t confuse not letting you die with caring. Where you want to go, I’m not going to let myself. It’s not an adventure I’m going to join you for. I’m done. I can’t go through it again, and I won’t drag everyone else through it either.”

She stands there quietly, her own emotions running through her head.  She closes her eyes and for a moment, she could almost feel Christian there with her instead of Kris.  She was still so angry at him but hurt all at the same time.  She opens her eyes, not wanting to relive the time with Christian again.

;;MIKAH  “I didn’t….take the stuff to try to kill myself, Kris.  I just...”

She pauses, hesitating as she wasn’t sure what exactly she was trying to do.  She hadn’t thought it through that much either.

;;MIKAH  “I didn’t even plan to take anything when I went there.  I went there to just...get away from everything.  Away from life and I ran into some guy, he offered it, and….”

It was not a good excuse, and she knew it wasn’t but she couldn’t stop herself from trying to explain herself.

;;MIKAH  “It was not just your drug, okay?  I...used it to try to see why Leighton’s father loved it so much.  I just...it was a bad choice and it’s not something I’m going to do again.  It’s not a path I can choose because I don’t….I can’t...”

She shakes her head, leaving the sentence hanging.  She looks at him, before she just shrugs her shoulders, her hand reaching for the door.

;;MIKAH  “I can’t live the life of my daughter’s deceased father.  It’s not going to happen.  So, I’m sorry...again.”

She wasn’t good at apologies but she says it slowly before she opens the door and slips into the stairwell and off of the roof.  She takes a breath before slowly letting it out as she descends down the stairs.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES."
LOCATION: DISNEY WORLD, ORLANDO, FLORIDA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM HIGH.
I SCENE iv
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FRIDAY, JUNE 8, 2018
10:45 A.M.

The blonde bombshell is seen walking into the Princess Fairytale Hall at Walt Disney World.  She was wearing a turquoise pea jcoat with pink tulle underlay that went just to her mid thigh. On her feet were white glittered stiletto heels.  She smiles at some of the people she passes as she makes her way to meet the princess.  The princess she had chosen for the day was Rapunzel.  She moves through the building to find the spot, a cameraman following her.

;;MIKAH  “Here we are at the Magical world of Disney.  And I am here, waiting to meet with the princess who most resembles SCW’s current Bombshell Champion.”

She looks around, the princess she had chosen and set up to meet was nowhere in sight.  She looks back at the camera, a smirk on her face.

;;MIKAH  “Are there any guesses on which princess that is similar to Crystal?”

She raises an eyebrow before slowly unbuttoning the buttons of her pea coat to remove it.  She slowly slides it down her arms and tosses it to the side, revealing her outfit.  It was a light purple, glittery bra with pearls and seashells attached to it.  She was sporting a green tulle tutu.  She smirks a bit as some of the parents stare in both shock and disgust.

;;MIKAH  “And before you ask, no Ariel is not who she reminds me of, Ariel is just my favorite princess.”

She glances off before smiling at the camera and pointing off in that direction.

;;MIKAH  “Look!  Here comes the princess who reminds me of the nutjob, Crystal!  Or Christina.”

She lets a shrug off before Rapunzel walks into the view of the camera.  The princess was dressed in her usual purple dress and her hair was in a braid and still trailing behind her.  Mikah raises an eyebrow at the camera before giving an overly cheesy smile to Rapunzel.

;;MIKAH  “Hello, Crystal!”

Rapunzel’s face holds a confused look on it for a brief moment before she quickly replaces it with a smile.  The smile that most Disney princesses dorn when working at the park.

<>RAPUNZEL “Hello! I’m Rapunzel not Crystal.”

Mikah gives the princess a smile herself but it was more fake than real.

;;MIKAH  “Oh, I’m sorry.  You just really, really reminded me of my co-worker.  Did you know she’s the current Bombshell Champion of Sin City Wrestling?”

Mikah smiles at the princess before placing one hand on her hip.  Rapunzel just smiles at her, the look of confusion still in her eyes.

<>RAPUNZEL “I’m afraid I don’t.  I am sure she is wonderful!”

Mikah slowly takes a breath and slowly lets it out before looking at Rapunzel and forcing another smile.

;;MIKAH  “Were you really locked up in a tower?”

Mikah raises her eyebrows at the princess, waiting for an explanation.

<>RAPUNZEL “Well, I was in that tower for eighteen years.  So, I don’t think I do know what Sin City Wrestling is.  Or who Crystal is.  I am sure she is wonderful!  Does she want to see the lights too?!”

Mikah gives the camera a look before shaking her head at the princess.  She then replaces the look with an overly fake smile.

;;MIKAH
 “No, I don’t think she’s seen any lights.  And I don’t think she has any lights on upstairs, either.  Poor girl.”

Mikah holds a hand over her heart for a moment.

<>RAPUNZEL “Oh no!  We should take her to see the lights then!  They are the most magnificent thing!”

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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "GAZE INTO THE FUTURE."
LOCATION:LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2017
8:45 P.M.

Mikah had managed to convince Drake to take a mini vacation to Las Vegas before she had to go to Reno for Climax Control.  They had been there since early Tuesday morning and Drake had gone off to do some Christmas shopping alone and had told her that she wasn’t allowed to go with him or snoop in any of the bags that he brought back to their room at the Bellagio.  So, she had found a willing participant instead. It hadn't taken her long to find company and in no time, she was waiting to get on the high roller. Drake refused to do the Highroller with her for the umpteenth time, but it wasn't like her to do it alone.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s a pretty sight.  You can see all of the strip when you’re at the very top of it.”

It was like a ferris wheel, almost.  But instead of bucket like seats, it was a pod and you could walk around in it.  It barely felt like it was moving when you were on it.  They easily step into the pod and look around as the doors close a minute or so later.  The silence that fell between the two of them inside wasn’t thick or tense, just an easy silence.

;;MIKAH  â€œHope you’re not too scared of heights.”

She smiles before setting her purse and jacket down on the booth-like seat before walking over to the window to watch as they slowly, slowly move.

;;MIKAH  â€œSo, SCW is closing…”

She said the words slowly, as if saying them slowly made them easier to say.  But she didn’t really know how to bring it up because he was no longer apart of SCW.  Which, still did not sit well with her because he had been her only friend there. He didn’t turn away from the window though. It was pretty clear that it was his first time going up, but that was not  the reason for his silence. It was actually another of the reasons she didn't want to bring it up. He had been silent about it since his departure, and that hadn't changed in their messages back and forth. He puts his hand up against the glass, the cast on his right arm clanks against it and gets her attention.

♣♣KRIS “How high does this thing even go?”

She looks over at him before pointing at one of the monitors in the little pod like thing.  It spouted off random facts about the high roller every few minutes or so.

;;MIKAH  â€œ550 feet.”

She looks at him before looking back out the window.  She had been to Vegas several times and had at one point even owned a house near the strip but she had never viewed Vegas like she did now.  She had been too busy drinking and ignoring any issue that came her way.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s a beautiful sight when you get up to the top.  However, it takes fifteen minutes to get to the very top and then fifteen minutes back down.  Thirty minutes total.  But totally worth it.”

Conversation came easily.  But she had been on the high roller before so she knew a lot of the facts that the television monitor was spouting off.

;;MIKAH  â€œI want to try the Eiffel Tower one next.”

She never spent too much time in Paris but had always admired the Eiffel Tower that stood in front of the Hotel and Casino.

♣♣KRIS “The real thing is pretty awesome too…”

He turns, just to catch the surprised look on her face. He shrugs it away like it's not a big deal and returned his attention to the sights outside the window.

♣♣KRIS “It is where I went on my honeymoon. It's fun. I recommend it. I kind of ruined most of the places that are worth going to in the states. Lots of bad memories and lots of bad choices. We had to leave the country to go some place without any.”

He was much different away from prying eyes than he was in front of a camera. It wasn't much surprise, because almost everyone was. With Kris it was like night and day though. He acted like he was without a care in the world in front of a crowd. Yet, when nobody was watching always came off as weighted down.

♣♣KRIS “You should go. You know... with all your newfound free time...”

She glances over at him and raises an eyebrow at him.  She hadn’t really contemplated what she was going to do with all of the free time she was going to get in a few short weeks.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know.  Not traveling sounds wonderful too.  Just staying in my little house with my little husband and my little child.”

She shrugs her shoulders.  There was nothing little about the house or her husband but she didn’t care.

;;MIKAH  â€œAll of that free time seems daunting, almost like it’s dangerous to have.  Like the black hole on the GPS system that you never want to drive into but it keeps telling you to turn there.”

She gazes out the window, looking at the bright lights of the city.  Even during the daytime, the lights were bright.  But the strip never got completely dark because it never shut down.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat do YOU do with all your free time, Kris?”

He raises up his broken arm, and shrugs.

♣♣KRIS  â€œNot a lot thanks to this. I always figured I would work more on music afterwards. That's obviously not happening now. It took me over a week to be able to talk again. Be glad your free time is because the company is closing, and not because a couple assholes in a company you never really cared about jumped you.”

He turns away from the window and puts his back against the glass to look over at her.

Kris “It sucks. At first. I mean I bet it will be a little easier for you than it was for me. You got the chance to see the end coming. Me? I got beat a couple times, got sloppy, got hurt. It wasn't a choice, or planned. Thursdays still come around, and I feel like I should be packing a bag. Fridays I always feel like I am late to a plane. Saturdays are quiet without signing autographs and doing fan stuff. Sundays creep by because there's no crowd there to electrify the whole atmosphere. It's hard. I'm not gonna lie to you and say it's not.”

She doesn’t say anything, just listens to him speak but even when he’s done talking she stays quiet, just thinking about what he was saying.  She didn’t know what she would do with her free time, it was a mystery to her.  It was almost like she didn’t want to find out but also wanted to fast forward to find out.  The unknown always bothered her.

;;MIKAH  â€œThose people suck...the ones who ya know..”

She wasn’t good with that stuff either but she offers a smile and looks around the pod again.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m sure that there is something that I could do to occupy my time.  Most people assume that I’m going to find another place to work and compete in.  But I don’t think that’s what I want to do with my life.  I think I want to take a break…”

The words came out as if she was unsure about them and her tone was unsettled, almost as if she hadn’t wanted to say them but they came out anyways.  She tucks her straight blonde locks behind her ears before looking at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe retire..”

She knew it was her choice to retire and that she wasn’t being forced to retire.  And she couldn’t say that she was going to stay retired but the word sounded nice in her head and it sounded nice once she had said it as well.

;;MIKAH  â€œHave a baby.  Or don’t.  Just spend time with my husband without either of us having to go much of anywhere.  Or if we want to go somewhere, we can without worrying about being back by Sunday in a specific location.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH  â€œI won’t be signing anything, that’s for sure.”

He nods, not appearing surprised at all.

♣♣KRIS “You have been in SCW as long as I have. Unlike me you didn't come and go about a thousand times, so you never really got a break. You've been talking about it for months now though. It's probably something you were thinking about even before they announced they were closing.”

He shrugs, and looks back over his shoulder to the window to see how high they had climbed. The city was almost in full view. Before long they would be on the way down.

♣♣KRIS “You'll be fine afterwards. Happy even. I would be willing to bet that the first day you wake up at home, after the dust has settled, that there will be a smile on your face. It might seem scary now, but I think it's actually a good thing.”

He sighs lightly like he is trying to hold something back. He was no good at it in these situations though, and the words come out anyways.

♣♣KRIS “I think you've probably been ready to step away for a while. But, like me, you've been there so long that you don't want to abandon it. You don't know how to walk away. You didn't want the place to fall apart if you decided to drive off into the sunset and leave it behind. They took that out of the equation now though. You don't have to live with that weight.”

She looks at him, wondering where he had learned all that and knew how to put it into words.  She was not good at putting things into words.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t like feeling like I’m letting somebody down.  I think you’re right, though.  I could have been done a long time ago but there was always this need to be there because if I wasn’t there, maybe I’d be forgotten or maybe the company would implode.  I’m not sure what the reason was but it was most likely silly.”

They were on top now, and could see the entire strip in its entirety.  Even during the day, it was a beautiful sight to see.  She couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed Vegas without all the alcohol she had once thought she needed.

;;MIKAH  â€œWho’s to say that I’ll stay retired?  However, the more I think about it, the more I don’t want to be the type that retires and then comes out of retirement because I get bored.  So, if I retire, it’s going to be for good.  That Simon Jones did have a point.”

She smiles a bit to herself, she always gave Simon a hard time on Twitter and wanted him to come around more.  But it was more for selfish reasons and she also understood where he stood at in his retirement.

;;MIKAH  â€œI could see you being a family man.  Or whatever.”

She smirks at him before leaning against the glass wall of the pod, looking at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œDoting on those kids of yours and that wife.”

♣♣KRIS “...and the girlfriend. Or wife’s girlfriend. It's still all very confusing…”

It gets a laugh out of him, which lightens the mood. For a second he seemed less grounded by the reality of it all. It doesn't last long though. He crosses the pod to look out the opposite side.

♣♣KRIS “Being at home is great. I wish that I could have done more though. I always waited for my chance. Always felt like I wasn't ready. Everything was finally coming together, and then I got a pretty big reality check. That's the difference between us though. That's why it'll be easier for you.”

He turns back towards her, and catches her eye.

♣♣KRIS “You have done everything. You have beaten everybody. You stuck around. You proved yourself. You broke records. If SCW stayed open to the next Hall of Fame, there would only be one Bombshell worth putting in it. It's you. Maybe that is why you felt like leaving all summer. I don't know. I can just go by what I see. But the way I see it, you should be pretty proud of it all, and not think twice about being done, or coming back somewhere else.”

She smiles at him and nods her head, agreeing a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think I could be anything but proud.  I don’t think I could do anything else that I haven’t done already.  The only thing I could have done was break my own record but now that’s not an option.  There’s no chance for me to do that.  So, now I just have to leave SCW as the Bombshell Champion and that will be a good way to end my SCW legacy.”

She shrugs her shoulders at the thought before pushing off the glass to stand up and look out the windows once more.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe I can convince Drake to go on a second honeymoon.  Where would you go if you could have a second honeymoon?”

She chose to steer the conversation elsewhere.

♣♣KRIS “Neverland.”

He laughed at himself and shook his head when she waited for a real answer instead of indulging the stupid one.

♣♣KRIS “Italy. I have only been a couple times and couldn't do much either time. I would want to spend a couple weeks there, and go everywhere. Tour the country top to bottom. See all the shit that I have really only gotten to see in pictures my whole life. Forget this side of the world even exists for a while. Just be removed from it all.”

She smiles a little bit at the thought of going somewhere else for a honeymoon that she probably didn’t need.

;;MIKAH  â€œItaly would be beautiful.  I know that Santorini in Greece is beautiful, that is one of the places that Drake and I went for our honeymoon.  Beautiful place.”

They were getting closer and closer to the ground which meant the ride on the high roller was almost over.  Their view was going to get blocked by some trees and the building at the Linq.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’d recommend it to anybody that asked.  However, I want to go to Bora Bora and stay in one of those little huts on the water.”

She smiles at the thought.  She hadn’t thought of herself to be the beach type but she did enjoy the beaches in other countries.

;;MIKAH  â€œI would also love to see the real Eiffel Tower, not just the one in Vegas.”

She walks over to grab her purse and jacket and slips the jacket back on before putting the purse over her head and wearing it as a crossbody purse.  She couldn’t help but smile to herself, thinking about how their friendship had evolved.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou know, it’s because of SCW that we are friends, you know?”

He nods, and a smile crosses his lips.

♣♣KRIS “You're not wrong. I mean aside from the fact that we are basically the same person. Same attitude. Same kind of background. I bet in some alternate version of this world…”

His eyes widen a little, but he shakes the idea away.

♣♣KRIS “I mean if that kind of thing was real… I bet there's some version of us where SCW isn't closing. I never broke my arm. We both won championships at the same time, and are kind of just dominating the whole place…”

The smile on his face shows her that it would be a favorable alternative to the situation they found themselves in. He chuckled though, as a second thought struck him.

♣♣KRIS “Maybe in that world there is no Drake. Or Heather. Or Kali. Or kids. Drugs. Alcohol. Maybe we are the SCW power couple. Unstoppable…”

He shakes that thought away too and laughs at how ridiculous the words sound coming out of his mouth.

♣♣KRIS “Stranger things have happened I guess…”

She smiles at him and giggles a bit as they reach the end and the doors open and they have to be quick to step out onto the landing.  She glances back at the pod as it continues to move and another group of people step into it.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere is probably some strange, dream--alternate universe out there where we are the super couple.”

She shrugs her shoulders as they walk out of the building and down the steps.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND."
LOCATION: RENO, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•



FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8, 2017
6:45 P.M.

Mikah sat in what appeared to be a jewelry store.  There were cases and cases of diamond jewelry around her; necklaces, rings, earrings, and bracelets.  She sat on a stool that was tall enough to help her see each case and she smirks at the camera that was set up in front of her.

;;MIKAH  â€œOn Sunday, I step into the SCW ring against the Bombshell Internet Champion, Diamond.  It is the first time since my match with Alice Knight that I have been in a SCW ring, competing.  And the first time I’ve been at a Climax Control for two weeks.  And for that, I apologize.  It has been a crazy couple of weeks at home and I am not going to get into that right now.”

She adjusts her shirt a bit.  She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that met a pair of dark grey converse and her BRING BACK SIMON JONES t-shirt.  It had recently become one of her favorite shirts to wear as the material was super soft and she’d bought several of them to keep on hand.

;;MIKAH “It’s a champion versus champion match with neither championship on the line.  This match is just to prove who the better champion is.  Now it doesn’t really matter who wins because at the end of the day, I’m going to be leaving the arena with the Bombshell Championship in my grasp and Diamond will get to go home with the championship that I had held from March till September.  A championship that I defended when I was told and did as I was asked.  But it still does not hold the luster that this championship does.”

She reaches down and grabs her Bombshell Championship and slings it easily over her right shoulder.  She looks at it, clearly admiring it before rubbing a fake smudge from the plate.

;;MIKAH  â€œTHIS championship is what it’s all about.  This championship proves just who the best Bombshell in the company is.  This is what everybody wants.  Now, the Internet Bombshell championship has its own appeal, but it’s not better than my championship and Diamond is not anywhere close to the champion that I am.  Nor is she close to the competitor I am.”

A smirk slips onto her face and she glances at the championship again, almost as if she missed looking at it.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know that the fans want this match to prove who’s the better wrestler, the better champion but it’s not going to prove anything.  I am sure that Diamond is going to say the same things that everybody else does about me because that’s all that any other Bombshell in this company says about me.  And that’s fine, because it’s not going to matter.  Their opinions do not matter because opinions cannot change the fact that I am the Bombshell Champion.  And the fact is, we have heard the things that Diamond is going to say from Vargas before.  The things don’t change, the Bombshells in the back don’t change.”

She shakes her head and lets out a small sigh.

;;MIKAH  â€œI would hope that a champion like Diamond wouldn’t just use the tired old words from the other bombshells in the company but she’s not too original.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know it might seem harsh, but this match isn’t going to prove anything.  I’m going to still be the reigning Bombshell Champion and she’s still going to be the lackluster Bombshell Internet Champion.  Her name is Diamond, isn’t she supposed to shine bright?”

The Bombshell Champion raises an eyebrow at her own question.  It was a rhetorical question and she herself knew that but maybe her opponent wouldn’t; a lot of them weren’t the brightest crayons in the box.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe I’m reading way too into what her name is supposed to mean. But I think a name could have some sort of telling on what kind of person that person is or could be.  With a name like Diamond, she should have all the potential in the World.  A diamond is one of the most precious gems in the world and many find themselves wanting one.”

Mikah smirks and points to the rock on her left ring finger, pointing to the engagement ring that Drake had picked out by himself with no pointers from Mikah.

;;MIKAH  â€œLike this one.”

Mikah holds her left hand out and tilts her head to the side, admiring her own wedding ring and wedding band set.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s what most women aim for in a relationship; a diamond that they can call their own.  MOst people expect a diamond to be beautiful, exceptional beyond compare.  But you?  You aren’t either.  It might not mean much to you but to a lot of people, it does.”

She reaches out and pushes her blonde locks behind her shoulders and flashes the camera a pretty smile.

;;MIKAH  â€œLooks are the first thing people see.  Your appearance can tell them all they need to know within the first five minutes of meeting.  You might see this as me being vain, but this is me stating the truth of today’s society.  Do you think anybody actually gives a fuck about you or your accomplishments?”

She raises an eyebrow and looks at the camera and rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œOr what you claim to have accomplished, anyways.  People are going to like whatever today’s society tells them to like because most people don’t have a fucking opinion for themselves.  They want to be the next Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera and so they will buy whatever beauty tool there is to make them feel as pretty as the next big icon but you, you don’t seem to care about your appearance.  And maybe that’s okay but it’s not going to win you any brownie points anywhere.  Of course, we also have to take in the fact that this is the wrestling world, and society doesn’t have as much effect on us.  But you can ask around and see what a lot of the young girls want to be in the wrestling world.  Most of them will say fierce, strong, and beautiful.  Beauty is always going to be a part of the world and you should learn to move along with it.”

She shrugs her shoulders before leaning back for a moment or two.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou and I are different people, Diamond.  I’m better than you and I’m prettier than you will ever be.  You can say how I’m not motivated and that I’m the same old person I’ve always been.  And that I’m not a good champion and whatever else it is that will come out of your mouth because it doesn’t matter.  You do not matter.”

She draws her lips into a thing line for a moment as she gives the camera a blank, bored look.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhen I think about facing you, Diamond, I don’t find any excitement in the match up.  I don’t think that this match is going to be anything other than just an ordinary match.  There’s no flair, no luster between us that could ever make this match anything more than just a plain jane match.  And that’s fine, every now and then, I do like to compete in simple matches with no real direction.  It reminds myself that I am better and that I am the Bombshell Champion for a reason.”

Another smirk slides across her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd maybe I haven’t been around for the past couple of weeks but I’m going to be there on Sunday.  And I’m going to be the biggest thorn in your side.  You aren’t going to walk away with the win as easily as you think that you are.  OR maybe you realize just what you are getting yourself into because getting into a match with the Bombshell champion isn’t something somebody should take lightly.  But I don’t know how you think because I don’t care about you.  I don’t care to know you as a person or as a competitor, I only care to get this match over with in a hurry on Sunday.  To prove that I’m the better out of the both of us, win or lose.  Because when I go home with the Bombshell Championship, that always means that I’m the best Bombshell on the roster.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt also means that your Bombshell Internet Championship doesn’t mean shit.  That you’re worthless and replaceable.  Do you honestly think that you’re the only person that can hold the Bombshell Internet Championship?  I held it, Devona is the one that took it from me in September--a lot of good that did her, she didn’t hold it for very long, now did she?”

Mikah simply rolls her eyes in disgust at the thought of it.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou continue to hold the Bombshell Internet Championship, because that’s all you’re worthy of as a competitor.  You hold onto that championship with your grimy little hands because I don’t think anybody else cares to want it.  Not with the company closing its doors in January.”

She takes a heavy breath and slowly lets it out.

;;MIKAH  â€œSeveral people have asked me about my thoughts and my feelings about the news of the pending closure of SCW.  They’ve also asked what my plans are after the doors are closed and there are no more Climax Controls or supershows to attend and compete in.  But the fact is, I don’t have a plan for when the time comes that SCW is done.  I don’t think I’ll go anywhere for awhile, or at all actually.  Maybe Drake and I will have that baby that we have been talking about for over a year now.  Or maybe I’ll just enjoy having all the sex with Drake that I can since I will be home more often.  And as for my feelings…”

She bites her bottom lip, thinking about how she felt.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt sucks.  Because I’ve been here three years now.  I’ve accomplished a lot in three years and while Mercedes Vargas will remind you that I’m not a Grand Slam Champion, I still do hold the record for holding the Bombshell Championship for a recording breaking nine months.  And that record will not be broken and that makes me smile on the inside because it will always be there.  And while I may not have been the first Bombshell Champion, I’m going to make sure that I’m the last Bombshell Champion that Sin City Wrestling has.  I’m not going to leave this company just because it’s going to close in a month or so.  I’m here to the end, no matter what.  And no matter how I feel about it.  How shitty it makes me feel or how sad, I’m here.  Because SCW deserves a Bombshell Champion like myself…. As for you Diamond…”

Mikah looks arounds.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe you should learn how to shine bright like a diamond.  You already have your next career move in mind.  You know what you’re doing after SCW closes its doors and that’s okay for you but I will not plan anything until then.  I will not sign another company’s contract until SCW is done for sure.  I am SCW exclusive, even in the last weeks.”

She gives the camera a real, actual smile.  The one she doesn’t share with many people but she lets the cameraman capture it.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know that you’ve done all the preparing that you can do.  And that you’re ready for Sunday.  But I just hope that you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into come Sunday because whether I win or lose, I am still better than you.  Because even the best lose sometimes.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œSee you soon.”

She stands up and looks at the camera.  She adjusts her championship on her shoulder, admiring it once more in front of the camera before looking back up at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Putting out the Fire
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "GROWTH."
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:5
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•



TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2017
2:45 P.M.

Mikah walks into the living room from a long, hot shower dressed in a pair of leggings and an over sized hoodie, shivering a little bit.  Drake raises an eyebrow at his wife as he sits in his favorite chair, the one that he almost has a fit about if anybody else sits in.  She sits on one end of the couch, the end that was closest to her husband.  He sips on his drink and she raises an eyebrow, a look he caught.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhat?”

;;MIKAH  â€œI didn’t say anything.”

Drake looks at her, giving her an odd look before finishing up his drink and setting the empty glass on the side table next to his chair.  She flinches just a little at the slightly loud noise it makes due to the force he’d put into the motion.  She looks at him and raises an eyebrow at him.  There was going to be an argument that was going to come out of nowhere, apparently.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œSure, you didn’t.  You just gave me a look that said it all.  Do you have a problem with me drinking?”

Mikah sighs, blowing out the air slowly through her lips.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo.  Why would I of all people have a problem with you drinking?”

She was the last person that he should expect to have a problem with him drinking but apparently, he was in a foul mood.  She tucks her damp hair behind her ears and glances at him.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œSure seems like you do, babe.  You keep giving me side looks.”

Mikah lets out an exasperated breath of air and gets up.  She fixes her leggings before walking out of the living room but stopping in the doorway.  She turns back to look at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know who pissed in your cheerios today, babe.  But I’m going to go upstairs to do something other than be in the path of your irritation.  When you’re done being a child, you can let me know.”

She doesn’t give him the opportunity to respond as she goes upstairs to their bedroom.  She had to pack to go to Phoenix, Arizona for the next edition of Climax Control anyways.  She didn’t know what was bothering her husband, but she hoped he got over it soon.  She didn’t like going to the shows angry.

She grabs her suitcase and her duffel bag before walking into her walk-in closet to grab clothes to put in the suitcase.  She wasn’t sure what she was going to wear to compete in yet, but she wasn’t going to be worried about that just yet.  She focuses on the tedious task of folding the clothes and putting them in the suitcase and making sure that there was enough clothes in there to make sure that there were plenty of options of what to wear.


;;MIKAH  â€œThere we go.”

She had miraculously managed to get everything she wanted in one grab and now, she had to focus on the bathroom necessities and make up to pack.  Packing to leave was a tedious job and she absolutely hated doing it but she did it because who else would?  Drake didn’t find the need in hiring people to do things that they were perfectly capable of doing.  Mikah found it annoying, rather than charming.

;;MIKAH  â€œShampoo...conditioner...body wash…”

She grabs the items as she says them and hesitates before grabbing a bottle of her favorite peppermint scented lotion.   She sighs and smiles at an odd memory that pops up in her mind.

FLASHBACK TO 2011

Mikah didn't return till nearly three hours later than the hour she told Christopher that she'd be gone.  She was hoping to high hell that he wasn't upset with her for being later than she had said.  But with one Christopher Burden, you never knew what to expect.  She quietly closed the door to the kitchen from the door closed and balanced the boxes of pizza and breadsticks she held in her hand before setting them on her kitchen table.  She adjusted her short tight little dress before slipping her stilettos off and walking into the living room, biting her bottom lip a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m...home.”

There was a slight hesitation to her voice and she had been standing there for a few minutes before she had spoke out loud.  He had clearly known that she was home.

©©CHRIS BURDEN   “About damn time.”

He was loud and he looked at her as he said it.  She took a deep breath as he continues on.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  â€œThe couch is waiting and is ready for you.”

Mikah placed one hand on her hip and gave Christopher a look of her own.  This time her attitude was flaring up and it would be soon that her attitude would dissipate into completely nothing.  She knew she was late, way later than she should have been.  But she needed to do some extra things for Decaine and settle some other things with the Blackwells.  She was working at being a better manager to them but she was having struggles with that but she figured she always would.

;;MIKAH  â€œ"Listen here, buddy.  I had people build this huge house just for me and Leighton and I paid every single penny to pay it off.  And I paid for the bed that you and I sleep in, not you!"

She was almost yelling at him.  Something she was sure he didn’t appreciate but put up with.

;;MIKAH  "And plus, just last weekend I had to go buy a new fucking comforter because you let Leighton spill purple fucking juice all over it and ruined it!  So, you don't get to kick me out of my-our bed."

Mikah still wasn't over the fact that she had to buy a brand new white comforter for her bed because they weren't exactly cheap.  Mikah sucked in a deep breath again as she looked at Christopher.  She knew he wasn't fond of Decaine and he probably hated her working with the Blackwells but what was she supposed to do?!  Sit at home and  do nothing?  Because that would end well.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  â€œI pay the bills!  And plus, you're never around so I should be able to kick you out of the bed if I want to!"

He was being just as loud as she was and she gives him an irritated look.  She wasn’t going to say anything to him so she rolled her eyes before turning on her heel and walking into the kitchen.  She paused as she looked at the pizza boxes then glanced at the doorway as Christopher followed her from the living room to the kitchen.  Mikah rolled her eyes again before walking over to the fridge and jerking the door open.  She scanned the shelves in the fridge before grabbing her pink gatorade and taking a drink.  She then set the gatorade down and looked at Christopher, her eyes looking him up and down.  He mimics her look, looking her up and down as if it mattered.

;;MIKAH  â€œ"I didn't tell you to pay any bills, Christopher!  I only want to you to pay for our meals when we go out and my lingerie, okay?  So stop paying the bills, it's not like I'd forget to anyways, you wouldn't let me forget!"

It was usually the trivial stuff that they fought over.  She gives him a look as she closes her eyes, feeling that need again.  That need to shove her fingers down her throat to make herself throw up.  She scoffed a little before disappearing into the half bathroom in the kitchen that only consisted of a sink (with a counter and drawers) and a toilet.  She turned the water on before locking the door behind her.  She definitely didn't need Christopher knowing about her little habit either; that'd probably only make things worse.

She ran her fingers through her long blonde locks and looked at her reflection in the mirror, trying NOT to make herself throw up.   A tear slipped down Mikah's cheek before she gave in and kneeled in front of the toilet then shoved her finger down her throat and emptied her stomach into the toilet.  She then flushed the toilet then rinsed her mouth out with water about three times before washing her hands then drying them off on a towel.

She walked back out into the kitchen to see Christopher still waiting there for her.  Mikah rolled her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day before sitting on one of the barstools underneath her kitchen counters.  She didn't really know what to tell Christopher to make him feel better because she had never been good at relationships before in her life.  Or communicating to save anything in her life.


;;MIKAH  "Look, I didn't mean to come home later than I told you I'd be home but things happened and Decaine needed me to do them, I'm his assistant, that's my job description.  I know you're not happy with it, Christopher but I'm doing something for the company even if it's not wrestling related. I know you don't like Decaine but until he lifts the ban on female wrestling, I am going to be his assistant or until...well, just I guess I don't know how to finish that sentence."

She had waited a long time until she spoke but she couldn’t just not speak to him; they were sharing a house together.  She knew that he was unhappy with her position as Decaine’s assistant but she didn’t care, either.  Mikah hesitated before grabbing her gatorade and taking a few big drinks and then setting the plastic bottle back down on the counter top.  She slid off of the barstool and walked over to Christopher and she wrapped her arms around his waist.  She tightened her grip a little bit before pressing her hips into his and leaning back just the slightest.  She looked into his eyes and a small smile crept upon her face.

;;MIKAH  "But even if I am his assistant, Christopher and the Blackwells' manager, I'm still coming home to you.  And getting into bed with you and doing naughty things with you, not them.  I promise you that."

She smirked and winked at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd if you don't believe me then there's nothing I can do about it but I'm not sleeping with Logan or Damon or Decaine; just you.  I promise.  And I'll try to spend a little more time with you and Leighton.  I'll try."

It was all that she could do.  She couldn’t make any other promises because they probably would have been broken.   But she didn’t want him to feel like that she was cheating on him, either.  She smiles at him before leaning up and kissing him full on the mouth.


END OF FLASHBACK

A weird look comes upon her face.  She hadn’t thought of Chris Burden in ages but sometimes that memory liked to pop up when her and Drake were arguing about stupid things.  But her and Chris had been arguing about her being married to her job, basically.  She smiles to herself, thinking that things were different and that she wasn’t married to her job.  She loved how much she’d grown since 2011 and how mature she’d grown.  She jumps when she hears the door to the bedroom smack against the wall as it opens.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œFuck, babe?”

She sighs and walks out of the bathroom and looks at her husband, raising her eyebrows at him.  She doesn’t say anything as she finishes packing her things up.  He watches her and sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair before walking over and sitting on the bed next to her things.  He looks at her, his bright, beautiful blue eyes looking into her eyes.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œBabe…look at me.”

She stops for a moment, trying to decide which route to take.  Did she want to look at him or did she want to be stubborn?  But this wasn’t 2011 and she wasn’t the same person she was back then.  So she turns her head a little to look at him.  He runs his hand over her cheek, cupping it softly in his hand.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI’m sorry for being a dick.  I was in a sour mood and took it out on you…

She knew how the old her would have responded and they would have been headed straight for divorce.  But she wasn’t the same person she was even a year ago.  Change and growth happened to her.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s okay babe.  I forgive you.  We’re allowed to be grumpy sometimes.”

She smirks at him and he pulls her face down so he can kiss her on the lips.  She smiles into his kiss before straddling his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI love you.”

;;MIKAH  â€œI love you too.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "PUTTING OUT THE FIRE."
LOCATION: PHOENIX, ARIZONA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•



FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2017
11:30 A.M.

The scene was set at some campground with a tent in the background, some logs to sit on, and a fire pit which had actual fire going.  Mikah walks onto the scene dressed in a pair of super short daisy duke style short shorts and a pink plaid button up top that she’d tied just under her black bra.  On her feet were hiking boots.  She has her Bombshell Championship slung proudly over her shoulder as she walks over to one of the logs and sits down, a smirk playing on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know if this is typical for some people...sitting on a log by a fire when they go camping but that is exactly how I picture my opponent, Alice Knight  You all know her, right?”

She pauses as if she actually had an audience watching her.

;;MIKAH  â€œI do not know much about this chick other than she is definitely mentally unstable.”

Mikah nods her head to emphasize her words.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut she owns a RV and while I’m not entirely sure what an RV actually is, I imagine it being some sort of thing that she can camp in.  Because if I can remember correctly, she was the one that got a job while still homeless due to Mark Ward offering out contracts and title shots like they’re candy.  Real smart, that one.”

She simply rolls her eyes and pushes her hair out of her eyes with her left hand.

;;MIKAH  â€œThe girl is a nut case but yet, she thinks that because she was a Queen for a Day that she is something special.  Guess what?  I’m the Queen around here and you’re going to find out why.   You wanted to stick your pug nose in my business, Alice.  Remember that.  You’re the one that put yourself as the special guest referee in my match against Mercedes Vargas.  But maybe I should be thanking you..”

If there were fans around, they’d have been looking at each other in mild confusion.  When did Mikah ever thank anybody?

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause of you, Mercedes now has to go back to the wading pool and wait her fucking turn to get a shot at this championship.  However, I’m sure she will weasel her way into a championship match in the near future because that is who she is.  But because of you, she’s already had her slated rematch for my championship and she lost, hilariously so too.  But...I’m not going to tell you thank you because you don’t deserve my respect.”

She smirks at the camera, an arrogant look passing through her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œI looked at your profile on the company’s site because trying to find anything else out about you, Alice is too boring for me to do so and my personal assistant is off on vacation, so I can’t use her.  And while we’re the same height, we don’t have much in common.”

She purses her lips together for a moment.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t doubt that you’re a good wrestler, but I do have some...discrepancies about you being employed here in SCW…”

She looks at the camera, trying to hold a look on her face that showed worry.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re homeless.  Or well, you live in an RV.  How do you shower?  Because wrestling a person who does not take showers is not on my to-do list.  Also, why do you not have a home by now?  Surely you’ve made enough money to at least rent an apartment, right?  That tells me that your rational thinking is not all there.  I would want a more permanent home so that I could go there when I’m not booked or when I don’t need to be in the area till Friday or Saturday so I didn’t spend all my time on the road...but you, you seem perfectly content in staying in your RV.  It’s weird.”

She raises her brows and purses her lips to the side a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s talk about rational thinking for a moment, Alice.  Something that I am 100% sure that you are lacking.  Last week on Climax Control, you came into my dressing room and asked me if I knew where your stupid crown was.  Firstly, I didn’t think you deserved any crown at all.  And secondly, don’t you ever just barge into the Bombshell Champion’s locker room without getting a response from me, telling you to enter or to go away.  That is not acceptable whether you think you’re the queen or not.  I am the Bombshell Champion and you will follow rules whether you like to follow them or not, Alice.”

Mikah glares at the camera for a second.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd then you insist I wear a stupid gown out to compete in.  Like you can make those decisions.  Let me remind you again, Alice, nobody can tell me what I am going to wear when I compete.  Absolutely nobody tells me what to wear or what to do.  As the reigning Bombshell Champion, I set the rules for myself from now on.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œAs for Sunday, after I win, I think I will torch your precious little RV.  Set it aflame and watch it burn because anything you’ve touched is probably filthy and disgusting.  And really?  What use do I have for an RV that you’ve done only God knows what in.”

She makes a face of disgust.

;;MIKAH  â€œAs for you, I knew that you would find a way to try to weasel your way into the championship scene, Alice.  Because that’s what the Bombshells around here try to do; they try to worm their way in because they don’t want to fucking earn their right to fight me.  I am almost starting to think that Christian and Mark are on the same page as the Bombshells.  Although, this weekend’s edition of Climax Control was made by none other than the Modern Day Crusader or whatever his name is.  So I’m sure that your excuse will be that he just made the stipulation without you even asking him to.  But I’m not blind and I see right through your lies and pathetic excuses, you wanted to find a way into the Bombshell Championship scene and this was your ticket in.  However, you didn’t think of one thing, Alice.”

She grins.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou have to get through me.  I don’t know what you think about me or what you’ve heard about me in the back, but those idiots that we work with don’t seem to think that I’m a worthy champion.  But yet, there are still a bunch of them that can’t beat me when I’m at my best.  And you can bet that I’m at my best.  Have you watched the tapes from when I was the Bombshell Champion before?  Have you studied them and any other match I’ve been in?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œHave you tried to find an angle where you can worm your way in to get the victory?”

She pauses and looks at the campfire and grabs a stick, poking at it and making the flames a little bigger.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut just like this fire, your hopes and dreams are going to go up in smoke.  I don’t think or feel that you deserve a shot at my Bombshell Championship.  I don’t even think you deserve a contract with SCW, but hey, that’s not my department to meddle in.”

She shrugs her shoulders, looking at the camera before looking at the fire.  She watches the flames flicker and then looks up at the camera, a smirk sliding on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know that you’re doing your best to prepare yourself for the match, Alice.  Even if I think that your attempts are going to be futile, I like that you think that you can do anything.  But when it comes to facing me, it’s not an easy task.  Sure, in the past six months before this, I’ve been a push over.  But I had nothing important to care about and now, the fate of the Bombshell division is resting on my shoulders.  I’m going to be the one to carry the division and set the pace for everybody else.  And just like before, I’m going to be the measuring stick for the entire division to measure up to.  To compare themselves too and on Sunday, I’m going to start with you.”

She smiles.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m going to use you as an example.  Show those others in the back just exactly why I’m the Bombshell Champion and why they should respect me.  They might think my last reign was horrible, this one is going to be so much worse.  There will be no handouts, no free shots.  After you, Alice, you’re going to have to work your way up the ladder but first, I’m going to teach you a little lesson.  Show you why you shouldn’t just expect things to be handed to you.”

A twinkle appears in her eye, an idea forming.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause you wouldn’t expect a landlord to just hand over the keys to a brand new shiny apartment without first month’s and last month’s rent, would you?  So, this is going to be your down payment, Alice.  Your down payment into the Bombshell division to prove your worth.”

She smirks once more.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo I think that you can do it?”

She tilts her head to the side and shrugs her shoulders once more.

;;MIKAH  â€œOf course not, I wouldn’t expect a bum like you to actually work for anything in your life.  With you living out an RV, that shows just how poor life decisions you make.  You could easily get an apartment but you choose to live out of the RV.  And that says something about your personality.  And some would try to argue and say that it gives you some character, some spunk.  But I just say that nobody gives a fuck about that because I believe stability is more important.  You’re thirty years old, Alice, it’s time to grow up and be an adult.  Nobody enjoys adulting, but it’s something we have to do.”

She stands up and wiggles her hips to try to get her shorts to slide back down into place.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut just like this fire…”

She reaches behind her and grabs a bucket of water and she dumps it on the fire, putting it out.

;;MIKAH  â€œYour fire is about to be put out.  You’re going to regret ever putting yourself in my path, Alice.  And I don’t care how I have to achieve that.  Whether I have to lock you in my Cupid’s Chokehold or kick the back of your fucking head, I’m going to do it.  And I only hope that you’re prepared to lose.  Because there’s no other option for you, Alice.”

She smirks and shakes her hair out behind her.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

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