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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "CAN’T FIX STUPID."
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

MONDAY, OCTOBER 2, 2017
7:45 am

Mikah groans as she collapses onto the couch in the living room in the house that she lives in with Drake.  She closes her eyes for a moment or two before opening them up to see Drake looking at her, a semi-amused look on his face as he watches his wife lie on the couch on her stomach.  She just offers him a smile before grabbing the blanket that was closest to her and pulling it around her.

::DRAKE  â€œAren’t you going to help me carry in the bags?”


She shakes her head no as she grabs the closest pillow and puts it under her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œNah uh.”

Drake just raises an eyebrow at her before he sits on the edge of the coffee table, just watching her as she tries to go to sleep.  He taps his foot loudly against the floor and she opens her eyes to give her husband a slightly dirty look.  He just smiles innocently at her and then she frowns in response.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat?”

::DRAKE  â€œLet’s go to Chicago.  Didn’t you say that you wanted to get Chelsea and Coby a special wedding gift?”

She purses her lips together as she begrudgingly sits up and pouts a bit at her husband.  She had wanted to take a nap; the flight had been too long and she hated flying that long anyways.  But her husband had a point; she did indeed mention getting something special for Coby and Chelsea as a wedding gift.  She just didn’t have a clue as to what she wanted to get them.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut a nap sounds so nice, Drake!  Can’t we nap!?  Plus, it’s a thirty minute drive and I don’t think I can last that long.”

He gives her a look, a look that basically insinuated that she was crazy.  She just gives him a look right back before smiling innocently at him.

::DRAKE  â€œI’ll drive and I’ll tell you what, we’ll get a hotel room just so we don’t have to drive back.  And we can have more time to ourselves.”

She smiles at him as he winks at her and she shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat means we have to pack.”

::DRAKE  â€œBut only easy stuff.  Something to sleep in or you could sleep naked…”

He winks at her before continuing.

::DRAKE  â€œAnd something to wear tomorrow.  Nothing fancy, nothing to worry about.”

She hesitates, clearly thinking about what he was saying.  It made sense to her and she did like the thought of staying in a hotel room with him in the city; a city she knew well.  They had however just spent almost two weeks in New Zealand, exploring and staying in a hotel.  But she didn’t care, she loved the thought of staying in Chicago.

;;MIKAH  â€œOkay, let’s do it then.”

Drake grins before leaning in and kissing his wife directly on the lips.  She blushes a bit before kissing him back, eagerly.  He laughs as he pulls away from her before they both go up to their bedroom.  She had glanced at their luggage that was sitting in the doorway and frowns, knowing they should do something with it but she didn’t feel like it.

::DRAKE  â€œDon’t worry, I’ll have the luggage taken care of by the time you decide what to pack.”

She gives him a look and smiles as she walks into their walk in closet, to look through her clothes.  It felt like they had a lot to do between now and Thursday, when they left for California.  She had already made a list in her head: pack her maid of honor dress and the shoes to go with, do several loads of laundry to have her ring attire with her and so she’d have clothes for Australia, spend some time with Leighton, and she mentally added, do not go crazy.  She grabs the suitcase that she used only for special occasions and threw a bikini in there just in case they decided to sit in the hot tub before throwing a t-shirt dress thing to sleep in.  She grabbed a few pairs of clean panties and a couple different bras before looking at the clothes.

::DRAKE  â€œIt should not take you that long to pack, babe.  It’s not like we’re going to be gone that long.”

She gives him a look.

;;MIKAH  â€œI like to dress well, okay?”

He holds his hands up inthe air and shakes his head.  She smiles at him before grabbing a deep raspberry colored dress.  It was a soft, t-shirty material and had three-quarter length sleeves.  She tilts her head, looking at it before nodding her head.  She carefully folds it before putting it in her suitcase then turns to look at her shoes.  She looks them over before grabbing her brown riding boots and the cream colored boot cuffs to go with them.  She packs them as well before grabbing a pair of socks as well.  She glances at the doorway, noticing that Drake had left the room.  She smiles but shakes her head as she walks into the bathroom to grab her make up bags and her hair stuff that she would need in the morning.  She jumps a bit as Drake appears in the doorway of the bathroom, blocking her exit.

::DRAKE  â€œYou know, it wouldn’t kill you to just use the Hotel’s shampoo and conditioner, you know.  It’s not like we’re going to stay at a horrible hotel with generic shampoo and conditioner.”

;;MIKAH  â€œI like my cashmere shampoo and conditioner, Drake.  Plus, not everybody can have as gorgeous hair as you do.”

She manages to run her fingers of her right hand through his hair as she squeezes past him to put her things in her suitcase.  He watches her with an amused look on his face before walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, hugging her to him from behind.  She smiles and reaches a hand up and places it on the side of his head.

::DRAKE  â€œI love you...even if you have weird tendencies.”


;;MIKAH  â€œI love you and your weird tendencies too.”

She turns her head and leans up to kiss him on his cheek.  He smiles and returns the notion to do the same to her.  She grins at him before leaning back into him for a few moments.  She then leans forward to zip her suitcase up.

;;MIKAH  â€œShould we go then?  And who’s driving?  I can get the new mustang out…”

She has a small twinkle in her eyes for a moment and Drake shakes his head before running his hand through his hair.

::DRAKE  â€œI don’t care.  You can drive if you want to.”

She squeals like a little girl before hugging him once more and kissing his cheek again.  She knew it was something trivial to be excited about but she loved that she was the one being able to drive to Chicago.  And that he had trusted her enough to do so.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s go then!”

::DRAKE  â€œI thought you were too tired…”

She gives him a look as she grabs her suitcase and goes to move it off the bed but Drake stops her and does it for her, returning a look to her.  She smiles at him and wrinkles her nose up at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI just got a sudden burst of energy.”

Drake chuckles but doesn’t say anything more as he grabs his suitcase as well and takes them both downstairs with Mikah trailing behind him.  She stops at the top of the stairs as their german shepherd, Maverick runs to her.  She squats down and the dog sits obediently so she can pet him and love on him.  For her not being home very often, Maverick was well trained thanks to the training Mikah had made him go to.

;;MIKAH  â€œMommy and Daddy will be back tomorrow night, okay buddy?  You be good for Leighton and Gabrielle, okay?”

The dog whines a little at his owner’s words before pawing at her with his front paw.  She smiles and ruffles the fur on his head.  Gabby or Gabrielle was Leighton’s babysitter or nanny, if you wanted to be more specific.  She stayed with Leighton when both Mikah and Drake were gone.  However, if Drake was home, Gabby didn’t have to be there as Mikah trusted Drake with her child.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo whining, you go be a good dog and go to sleep.”

Maverick huffs a little before running off and Mikah shakes her head before seeing her Alaskan Klee Kai, Dexter run down the hallway from their bedroom to get some attention as well.


::DRAKE  â€œSeriously, babe?  You have to talk to all the dogs?!”

;;MIKAH  â€œJust Dexter and Mavs. They love me!”

She doesn’t see him roll his eyes as she pets Dexter, scratching behind his ears before kissing the top of his snout.

;;MIKAH  â€œBe a good boy, Dex.  You’re the man of the house now since you’re the oldest.”

She gave him a stern look and Dexter yips at her in agreement before running off to the room that Mikah had designated as the dog’s room.  Mikah shakes her head before getting up and hurrying down the stairs to her awaiting husband.  She kisses his cheek as she walks through the kitchen to go to the garage, grabbing the keys to her brand new yellow 2018 Ford Mustang.  She had done some trading with a dealer in Chicago and had gotten to customize her own mustang.  She had yet to drive it very far.  She glances over her shoulder to see if her husband was following her and smiles when she notices that he is.  He smiles as she pops the trunk and while he goes to load their things, she makes sure the front door is locked along with the garage door before she walks over to the driver’s side and slides into the seat.

;;MIKAH  â€œReady to race to Chicago?”

::DRAKE  â€œJust don’t kill us, okay babe?  I wanna live long enough to make babies with you.”

She just rolls her eyes at him and he winks at her as she puts her seatbelt on before starting the car up.  Drake just chuckles as he too puts his seatbelt on as she carefully backs the car out of the garage.

LATER THAT AFTERNOON IN CHICAGO.

They had already checked into their hotel and had their car valeted and now they were waiting for their Uber to arrive.  She stuck close to Drake after learning about the horrible mass shooting that had happened in Las Vegas.  She couldn’t help but to be upset about it because she didn’t understand it and never would.


;;MIKAH  â€œThose poor people.  And their families.”

She rests her head against Drake’s shoulder as he squeezes her hand.  She’d already shed tears on the drive over to Chicago.  Drake had tried to comfort her but he too had been at a loss for words as well.  It was a horrible thing to have happened and she wanted to do something, but she didn’t know what to do.

::DRAKE  â€œI know, it’s horrible.”

She nods her head, in a somber mood.  A much more somber mood than what she’d been in earlier.  She sniffles a little bit before looking around as the World around them seemed a little duller now.  Everybody had been talking about the mass shooting and nobody seemed cheerful anymore.  She only felt anger when she would hear the news people talking about the shooter’s identity and wanted to tell them to leave his name out of it.  She understood that people wanted to know who the shooter was but she didn’t feel that he needed the glory that he most likely wanted from the shooting.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t understand how people can do such horrible things.”


Drake removes his hand from hers and slips it around her waist and pulls her into him as they wait.  He kisses the top of her head and she smiles softly.

::DRAKE  â€œThere are just some things in the world that we will never understand, babe.”

She doesn’t say anything as they stand outside their hotel, waiting for the Uber driver to pick them up.  The mood was dim and Mikah could feel it around her that everybody had the same feeling.  She didn’t know if there was anything that she could do to help but some part of her wanted to try.   She smiles softly at her husband as the Uber driver pulls up and he opens the door for her to get in.  She kisses his cheek softly before getting into the backseat and sliding over a little bit.  She lets him rattle off the address to the shopping district that they were headed to before she moves closer to him and rests her head against his shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œI wish we could do something.  The World is a crazy place these days and I just wish there was something that we or I could do to help them out.”

He smiles at his wife’s empathy that she had for the victims of the mass shooting spree that had happened.  He didn’t know what she could do help, however.

::DRAKE  â€œI don’t know what else you could do either, babe.  You could visit the victims?  Maybe donate money..”

She shrugs her shoulders and then nods her head, knowing that there wasn’t much for her to do for the victims either.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know there’s not a lot that I could do but I just feel horrible for them.  I mean, who expects that to happen at a concert?!  I mean, it could happen in one of SCW arenas too.  There’s a lot of crazy people out there that want that fame.  It’s just so insane to me that people would kill other people just to have their name be famous.”

Drake just slides his arm around his wife’s lower back and pulls her in closer to him.  He rubs her back softly, trying to comfort her a bit.

::DRAKE  â€œYou can’t fix crazy, babe.  Especially if they don’t want to get help.”

;;MIKAH  â€œI thought the saying was, ‘You can’t fix stupid’, babe?”

She glances up at her husband, a small smirk playing on her pretty face for a moment or two.  He just shrugs her shoulders.

::DRAKE  â€œI think it can work both ways, don’t you?”


She just shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know.  Some people might take offense to that…”

::DRAKE  â€œThen they need to get thicker skin.”

She just shakes her head at him before going quiet and watching out the window as the driver drives them to their location.  She actually didn’t mind being in Chicago and had grown accustomed to the area and to the midwest.  She’d have never thought that she would have been okay with not living in New York City but here she was, enjoying life with Drake Green in a city that was not New York City.  It was surprising to her that she was actually okay with life in the midwest.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou know…”

He looks at her, an eyebrow raised as she pauses between speaking.

;;MIKAH  â€œI actually don’t mind living here in the Chicago area…”

He looks surprised but then a confident smirk cross his face.

::DRAKE  â€œI knew that you would love it.  What’s not to love?  It’s a good place to raise Leighton and our future kids.”


She miles at him before kissing him full on the mouth as the Uber driver pulls to a stop in front of their destination.  She lingers a bit, kissing him longer than what she had intended to before she pulls away and tosses some money at the Uber driver as they get out of the car.

;;MIKAH  â€œNow what should we get Coby and Chelsea?”

Drake shrugs his shoulders before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

::DRAKE  â€œI don’t know...they are more your friends than they are of mine.  You should know what they’d like.”

She makes a face before taking his hand and pulling him in the direction of one of the stores, not even sure what store it was.  She didn’t care, she just wanted to look around until she found the most perfect thing for the married couple to be.


;;MIKAH  â€œYes, but you’re a married man...what kind of gift would you have wanted?”

Drake gives her a look.

::DRAKE  â€œYou’re a married woman, what kind of gift would you have wanted?!”

She rolls her eyes at him before placing her hands on her hips, taking his one hand with her because she refused to let go of it.

;;MIKAH  â€œDra-ake!  I’m serious!”

::DRAKE  â€œI don’t know.  More time off to have more sex?”

She rolls her eyes at him before pulling him to the housewares to look at plates and things.  She wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted to get them either but she didn’t want to show up empty handed.  Plus, she thought they were the cutest couple around, so she had to get them something worth giving.

;;MIKAH  â€œYeah, like you’re deprived of sex.”

She rolls her eyes at him again and he swats her butt playfully as she looks over the items.  He just follows behind her, not sure what she’s looking for.

::DRAKE  â€œI know I’m not, I’m just more would acceptable too.”

He winks at her and she giggles a bit as she moves over to the bedding to look at the sheets.  Everybody could use high thread count sheets, right?  But it wasn’t really a personable gift either and she felt that she should give them something that screamed that it came for her.  Or something they’d remember.  After all, that was Mikah’s style.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe I should just buy them airplane tickets to wherever they want to go.”

::DRAKE  â€œAnd basically pay for their honeymoon?”

She gives him a look and shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œJust the airfare and maybe give them cash to use on the airplane for those overly priced drinks.”

::DRAKE  â€œThe ones you get no matter what the cost?  Some people don’t feel the need to drink on an airplane like you do babe.”

He gives her an affectionate squeeze and she just sticks her tongue out at him in a childish manner.  She wasn’t a big flyer but she hated driving more so she took the lesser of the two evils.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t like flying and I don’t like driving long distances so, I have to fly.  And drinking helps settle my nerves.”

She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this because he already knew.  But she felt the need to explain herself once again.

::DRAKE  â€œI know.  I was just teasing you, babe.”

He pulls her into him and gives her a quick kiss before letting her go back to browsing.  He knew that it would take her a long time to decide what to get them so he wasn’t even going to bother with trying to push in the right direction or hurry her along.


<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "ONE FLAME."
LOCATION: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:3
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2017
5:30 p.m

She sat in a dimly lit room with white candles all around here, their orange flame flickering.  Her blonde hair was down straight and she was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a heather grey shirt with the word Vegas on it with the V being in a heart.  She held a solemn look on her face as she sits there in the silence for a while, the cameraman filming her as she had asked.  She looks at the candles, her eyes wandering over them for a moment before she brings her eyes up to meet the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œIn the midst of a tragedy, there is still things to be done and things to be said.  Things to be said about Jessie Salco, Evie Baang, and Stripper Polly.  Things that aren’t exactly nice but things that are more than likely true and most everybody will already know what I have to say isn’t going to be that far from the truth.  The truth that see every time any one of those interchangeable women step in the ring.”

She doesn’t change the look on her face, keeping the no emotion look there.  She glances at the camera for a moment before looking down at the candles once more.

;;MIKAH  â€œHow many times are we going to see the Bombshell Championship switch hands before the end of the year?  I mean, the end of the year is coming up in a little over two months.  Who’s to say it won’t change hands at least five more times?  It could be a new record.  But hey, at least the bosses got something right this time; they set up a number one contender’s match for a shot at Mercedes Vargas at High Stakes.  So they’re at least learning something in that office of theirs.”


She again keeps the emotion off of her face, letting the candlelight be the majority of the light in the room.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, Mark and Christian have this way of thinking that everything will be fine if they just hand out championship opportunities like they’re candy.  They seem to think that they can appease every Bombshell by doing that and they don’t care which championship opportunity they’re giving any Bombshell, they’re going to hand them out like stickers are to preschoolers.”

She pauses for a moment, trying to make sure all emotion is kept off of her face.

;;MIKAH   “I know I shouldn’t be talking about that, but I kind of think it’s important to talk about it because that’s how we got to where we are today.  Do I think there would have been a number one contender’s match if I had brought it up several times?  No, because Hot Stuff Mark Ward seems to enjoy giving those talentless hacks endless opportunities.  I wasn’t aware that SCW was like a restaurant with a limited time giveaway of sorts but hey, it seems more and more like that each and every day.”

Again, she has to stop to make sure that she keeps any sort of emotion off of her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI need people to know that I’m only in this match because I was the one to cause the match to happen.  I can practically already see what they had planned for High Stakes and let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty.”


She makes a face, letting that emotion take over her face for a hot second before she regains her composure.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut let’s not get into that because we all know that I changed the path and forced them to think about what could be.  And what could be very soon is me.  As the Bombshell Champion once again but I just have to beat three scrubs to get there.  Okay, correction...two scrubs and Evie Baang.”

She just shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œI do not classify Evie Baang as a scrub, even if she did lose to Stripper Polly.  Everybody has off days, I understand that.  But it’s not like Evie’s head has been in the game for a while.  Her decline was coming, everybody could see it.  Do I even think that she’s going to want to be there on Sunday?  No, not really because she does not appear interested in being a competitor anymore.  And the fact that the company is touring over in the Australian end of the World?  It should be important for her to be on the shows and competing but apparently not.  I get it, she’s a moody bitch but I’ve been there and done that, I think it’s time that she move on with her life and find a new mood because it’s not fun watching her anymore.”

Another shrug of her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œPeople like to say that I am a moody bitch but in reality, I just don’t fucking like people.  People are annoying and if you’re not one of the…”

She stops to count on her fingers, listing the people off in her head that she could actually stand.

;;MIKAH  â€œFive people that I hang around or talk to, I probably don’t give a flying fuck about you or your issues.  Take your issues elsewhere.  That is if they’re personal.  If you have an issue with me spit it the fuck out so I can kick your ass and we can move on.  It’s simple, really.  Although, to add something to that, I started the whole ‘I don’t care’ bit but it’s nice to see that other people attempt it.”

She can’t help but let a smirk slide its way onto her face before she takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH  â€œEvie is the only other one in this number one contender’s match that could even remotely bring a match of the year type match at High Stakes.  But that’s if the Evie that everybody knows shows up.  If we get the Evie that showed up to Violent Conduct, you might as well count her out now because that Evie is not going to get anything at all accomplished.”

She just rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhich sucks, because I really liked Evie in the ring as a competitor.  So hopefully she actually shows up as the Evie we all know.”

She smiles a bit before pushing her blonde hair out of her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you remember the Evie Baang that first signed with this company?  The one that held such ferocity and energy?  She had only started as a manager to Bad Company, both members who are no longer apart of SCW.  But everybody had been more interested in her, anyways.  Because she was the one that brought the attention to that doomed team.  People wanted to see more of her rather than the boys that she was managing.  I’m almost sure that one of them was in love with her, the way they interacted on Twitter.  But I remember that Evie Baang.  But now we have a watered down version because why?  I’m not even sure but it’s a sad thing to see because she held such promise as a competitor here in SCW and that’s why everybody wanted to see her as the Bombshell Champion.  But what happened when she became the Bombshell Champion?”

Mikah looks at the camera and raises an eyebrow before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe didn’t last very long and then she lost to the likes of Stripper Polly.  I mean of all people, she loses to Stripper Polly.  It’s pathetic because Polly is a horrible person inside and out and she’s not that good in the ring.  But Mark and Christian continue to push her and shove her down the fans’ throats.  Why?  I’m not sure but I don’t really care because I guarantee you that I’m not going to let Stripper Polly win.”

She reaches back and flips her hair over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s be real though, we all know that Stripper Polly is just trying to be important in the game of wrestling.  But we all know that she’s literally nothing in this game of wrestling.  She tries to be important and every time that she thinks that she is about to get somewhere?  She fails and loses everything she worked up to.  She lost to Mercedes Vargas most recently and I’d like to say that it’s easy to lose to Mercedes Vargas but I wouldn’t know.”

She holds a confident smirk on her face as she looks directly into the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œSome people might say that losing to Mercedes Vargas is nothing to be ashamed of and that Stripper Polly shouldn’t feel ashamed that she lost to somebody like Mercedes but she should feel very ashamed.  Every time that Mercedes and I have stepped into the ring together to face off, I have beaten her every single time.  Is it my fault that other people try to distract her and I get the win that way?  No, it is not.  I do not ask people to interfere in my matches in any way because I can win the matches on my own, whether people like Mercedes or Stripper Polly want to believe that, that’s up to them.  But I have not lost to Mercedes Vargas in singles action in my entire career here in SCW and so yes, Stripper Polly, you should feel like a disgrace to women’s wrestling for losing to Mercedes Vargas.  But it doesn’t matter, nobody really cares about you anyways.”

Another arrogant look passes through her eyes as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd just like I’ve never lost to Mercedes, I’ve never lost to you either, Stripper Polly.  And I know that it eats at you and bugs you deep down into your soul because it was one thing that you hadn’t wanted so badly.  It ate at you because you know that I’m just that much better than you are and it eats at you.  You were obsessed with me for a while.  I wasn’t sure that you were ever going to move on.  I get it, you like to think that you’re better than me but everybody knows that you’re just a poor knock off.  People look at you Stripper Polly and laugh because they know that you’re just trying to be a less pretty, a less talented version of me.  But even that is too nice because you’re not even pretty at all and let’s say the only talent you have is with that trouty mouth of yours.”

She stifles a laugh before rolling her eyes at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean, should we expect anything better from a person like you, Stripper Polly?  It is what we’ve come to learn about you and your wannabe behavior.”

She giggles a little before straightening back up.

;;MIKAH “But enough about your personal skills, Stripper Polly...let’s talk about how you are in the ring.  Your ring presence or whatever we would call it for you.  If anybody would take a look at your stats, they would think that you do indeed look promising in the ring but when they watch you compete, they would be disappointed.  And disappointed is too nice of a word but there isn’t anything else that I could call it where you’d understand.  Your stats look promising but you as a competitor looks anything but.  And let’s face it, Stripper Polly, each time that you won the Bombshell Championship, it was a fluke win and you got lucky but that’s all your career has been about, luck.  Nothing you’ve done in SCW can be traced back to any sort of talent that you’d like to claim to have.  Every win you’ve managed to snag in your career can be traced back to sheer dumb luck and let’s face it, you’ve been lucky since you signed your contract, Stripper Polly that is until you were put in a match with me.  And we all know that you crashed and burned just like I knew you would because I’ve always seen you as what everybody else should: a sham.  A fraud, a worthless competitor and it didn’t take me long to prove to the world that you were just that.  But apparently the bosses in the back didn’t see it that way.”


She just rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’d like to say that they both have a brain, but I can never be quite sure.  Because I never understood why Stripper Polly got to call to call the shots about her matches.  But I’m beginning to think that she’s been in the small space between Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s legs because why else would she get to pick her opponents?  Surely it’s not because she’s talented in the ring, because we already know that that is a lie.”

She chuckles to herself before taking a deep breath.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut they are the only two that are fascinated with you, Stripper Polly.  The only two that care whether you’re in the company or not because everybody else sees you for what you are.  I wonder how much you’ve promised the idiots in your life that you’re going to walk out of Australia with the championship opportunity?  I’m sure it’s an endless number.  I wonder how many people laugh at you when you’re not paying them any attention?”

She raises her eyebrows with a smirk playing on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI would like to know that answer but fortunately, I don’t know any of the idiots that you hang around and thank God for that.  But Stripper Polly, don’t expect to be getting any more handouts because I am planning on walking out of the arena on Sunday with the number one contendership because it’s about time that I regain control of the Bombshell division.”

She smirks a little at the camera, thinking about it in her head for a moment before straightening her back and looking down at the candles.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd then there’s Jessie Salco, the other Bombshell that is in this match…”

She lifts up one of the candles and holds it in her hand, she watches the flame before blowing lightly on it.

;;MIKAH  â€œJessie Salco is not Bombshell Champion worthy and she never has been.  Do I think she ever will be?  No, definitely not.  She’s less of a threat than Stripper Polly. And that is saying something.  If anything, they’re on the same level.  Although, Jessie has one thing that Stripper Polly doesn’t; determination.  I have never seen someone have so much determination to come back time and time again after losing so many damned times.  But I also haven’t seen this much stupidity either.  I mean, it’s like she doesn’t understand that she is just NOT cut out for the Bombshell Championship scene.  Maybe she should stick with the Internet Championship or even the Roulette Championship if she insists on holding a championship.”

She sets the candle back down.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut we already know how that works out too, don’t we?”

She lets one corner of her mouth turn up in a smirk.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe’s a flake but she’s got determination, if anything.  And while that’s admirable, it’s also very laughable.  She just doesn’t know when to stop and she needs to learn because other than myself, I’m sure a LOT of other people are tired of seeing her in the championship scene because they all know that she’s just going to lose.  But when people want to see somebody getting their ass handed to them, that’s who they want to see because it’s almost pre-determined before the match even begins.  It sucks that people her view her like that but she’s only done it to herself.  If she wanted to be taken seriously by her co-workers or the fans, she would have done something to show them that she was worthy.”

She pauses deliberately.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut then again, other than Mercedes Vargas, it is nice to have somebody to laugh at when there’s the serious competitors in SCW.  But time to get real. Jessie Salco is all about metal and yada yada yada.  Metal and SCW seems to be the only things that she’s interested in and that’s pretty bland and makes me want to go to sleep instantly.”

She yawns for emphasis on her words.

;;MIKAH  â€œSpeaking of sleep, this match isn’t going to be the match where the fans want to take a nap or go to the bathroom for a break.  This match is going to steal the entire show.  And when people look back after I win, they will understand that everything I’ve said is right.  Evie Baang is just a shell of the competitor that she used to be.  Stripper Polly is just a fraud.  Jessie Salco is the laughing stock of the Bombshell’s locker room.  All three of those women just don’t have it anymore and it’s been a long time since I’ve been on  top of the food chain and it’s about time that I reclaim my championship.  Of course, the championship is going to have to be scrubbed clean and lysoled to get all of those grubby germs off of it.  But don’t worry, I know some people.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know that this match is going to be the highlight of the night and that people will be watching and be on the edge of their seats.  Why do I know that?”

She looks down at the candles again, her eyes watching the flame flicker a little.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause the Bombshell Division has always been just a little bit better than the men’s division.  We’ve always been the division that people want to watch because we have had the best talent in the past few years.  We’ve always been the division that’s drawing in attention from other companies on Twitter and we stir things up.  Or at least, that’s the way it had been when I was the Bombshell Champion.  But then began the term of J2H and that’s when the men’s division began to draw attention because he was a phenomenal champion, there’s no denying that.  But his term as the champion is over and it’s time that the Bombshell division goes back to what it once was.”

She smiles at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m going to make that happen.  I just have three Bombshells in my way before I get a shot at Mercedes Vargas at High Stakes.  That is if Mark Ward doesn’t change his mind and go back on his word.”

She rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œSunday is approaching fast and while I am not in Australia right now because I have duties to attend to on Saturday in California, I will be there as soon as I can be.  I do not plan on this match going any other way but with me walking out as the new Number One Contender for the Bombshell Championship.  And this is how it should be.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo matter which championship is in question, there should always be a number one contender’s match to determine the person who the champion faces.  No more of this random picking of the idiots because how fair is that?  I know that Stripper Polly or Evie or Jessie can say that I haven’t earned this shot but this is the first shot that I’ve had in a long time.  But I’m going to prove that I don’t need more than this shot to get a shot at Mercedes.  And then I’m going to prove that I can beat her again and reclaim the Bombshell Championship again and this hot potato game is going to stop.  It’s going to go back to being where I am the measuring stick for what a Bombshell should be like.”

She takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH  â€œI hope that Mercedes will be watching on Sunday because then she will know just how much longer she will have with that championship before she has to hand it back over to me.  And I will enjoy every moment of it.”

She just smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhile the United States is starting its healing process from the tragic Las Vegas shootings, we will be in the midst of a show and while I want to say that my heart will be 100 percent in the match, a part of my heart will still be grieving with the rest of America so this match is dedicated to the victims of the Las Vegas shootings.  I know it’s not much but I need to feel like I’m doing something for the people that didn’t deserve what happened to them.  So to honor them, I will be wearing special ring attire on Sunday.  It will look the same but it will have this logo…”

She points to her shirt.

;;MIKAH  â€œOn the top and on the backside of my bottoms.  Now back to serious business.”

She straightens her shirt out and smiles.

;;MIKAH  â€œEvie, Stripper Polly, and Jessie our time is coming and there’s only going to be one outcome that I will be happy with.  One outcome that I would think the fans would be happy with and that's me walking out with the win.  So you three can prepare all you want, I’m already ready to win and it might suck for you.  But it won’t suck for me.”

She stands up and adjusts her clothes a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œTrain and do whatever it is that you find helps you find a peace of mind before the match.  I have a wedding to be apart of and celebrate a couple’s love.  Hope you all can be as ready as I am.”

She begins to blow out all the candles and then picks up the last one, the room more dark now.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause once this match is over with, my flame is going to be the only one that is lit.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "NAKED AND TOGETHER."
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

THURSDAY, AUGUST 10, 2017
8:05 pm

She scowls at her husband as he sits in his chair with his choice of drink in his hand.  She doesn’t say much to him, shoving another shirt into her suitcase, her clothes scattered around her on the floor, couch, and coffee table.  Drake didn’t seem to like that Mikah had her things scattered around the living room and she didn’t seem to care that he was irritated that her clothes were literally strewn everywhere.

::DRAKE  â€œCould you decide what you’re packing faster, babe?”

;;MIKAH  â€œCould you work on acting like you’re not an asshole for a few minutes, babe?”

She was in a mood and it seemed to be the consistent tone for her lately and she couldn’t quite figure it out.  She wasn’t angry at Drake, moreso at nothing in particular, just in a mood.  He growls something under his breath and she chooses to ignore it as she puts a few more things in the suitcase, ignoring her husband’s presence for the time being.  She finally finishes packing what she needs and pulls the suitcase shut with the zipper.

::DRAKE  â€œAbout time.”

Mikah looks over at him as he takes a sip from his glass and she walks over to him and quickly straddles his waist, taking his drink from his hand in one swift moment.  She wished that he would stop drinking so damned much; she now partly understood why people were concerned with her.  She looks at him then looks at the glass before she finishes the drink off herself.  She reaches over and sets the glass down on the end table, her eyes on him.  His hands automatically rest on her hips, his eyes moving over her slender body.  She was sporting a pair of jean shorts and a simple black tank top that shows the straps of her hot pink bra.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know I’ve been grumpy with you for the past couple of weeks, and I’m sorry.  I don’t know why I’ve been moody but you’ve been such a peach and have put up with my moodiness and I want to thank you.”

He looks at her, moving his bright blue eyes up to hers and offering her a smile, finally.  She smiles back at him and leans down to kiss his lips.  He kisses her back and she smiles as she pulls away and looks at him, admiring him a bit.

::DRAKE  â€œYou’re always grumpy, Miks.  But it’s part of the reason I love you.”

Mikah smiles a little at him before moving off of him to pick up the remainder of her clothes that were still strewn around the living room.  He watches her as she does so, his eyes never leaving his wife’s body.  She glances at him as she finally places her clothes in a clothes basket, not even missing a single sock that had been discarded on the floor.  She smiles at him before sitting on the edge of the coffee table, her eyes on her husband.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat?”

He offers her a crooked smile before he gets up to get himself another drink. She watches him, her eyes moving over his back and then sighing.

::DRAKE  â€œYour match is the main event, is it not?”

She nods her head, even though her husband’s back was to her.  She hated talking about her matches with him because she knew that he wasn’t really interested in her day job.  But she appreciated that he was trying to be supportive of her and her career.  It was sweet.

;;MIKAH  â€œYes.  Against one of Gabriel’s angels or whatever.  It’s annoying that all of the chicks that come from that training facility seem to get things handed to them.  But it’s whatever.”

She makes a waving motion with her hand as if she was waving it off, acting as if she didn’t even care about the fact that she was main eventing a show.  She’d main evented several times before and it didn’t phase her anymore to do so.  Nor did it excited her to be that person who main evented anymore.  It was like second nature of her to do so.

::DRAKE  â€œWhat can I say babe?  Shouldn’t you expect things like that?”

She watches as he walks back into the living room, sipping on his drink.  She doesn’t make a comment on how many he’s had to drink, even though she had been counting.

;;MIKAH  â€œProbably.  It’s like they come out of nowhere and BAM!  They get shots.  Although, clearly Evie deserved her shot at the Bombshell Championship, so that’s not a shot at her.  But this bitch I’m facing?  Meh.”

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders and rolls her eyes at the thought of facing Devona on Sunday night.  She wasn’t scared of Devona and she was at the point where she didn’t even care if she lost the Internet Championship.  Might as well play hot potato because she didn’t care anymore.  She wasn’t even sure that she wanted to leave the state of Illinois.  Or her husband.  He’d offered to come with her before but the offers had stopped when she started doing the Mikah and Kris Show.  Jealousy issues or something.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m probably just being paranoid and it puts me in a bad mood to think about it.  And I shouldn’t be stressing about it to you because what can you do?  It’s not like you’re even an employee there.”

He just nods his head, listening to his wife speak a little bit.  He didn’t have much to say about it because he didn’t really follow it but he still tried his best to be supportive.  He was married to her, after all.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m going to go take a hot bubble bath and try to ignore the thoughts in my head.”

He smiles at her and nods his head, letting her know that he’s acknowledged what she’s said to him.  She smiles before going upstairs to their master bathroom and begins to fill their jacuzzi style tub with almost scalding hot water.  She pours some of her cotton candy scented bubble bath under the faucet before she walks over to the cabinet where she keeps the towels.  She hums to herself as she sets them out on the counter before she undresses and then steps into the tub and sitting down, letting the hot water envelope her body.  She sighs contently before relaxing her head back against the edge of the tub.  She wasn’t sure what was so relaxing about bubble baths but there was something about them that just soothed her.  She stares up at the ceiling, thinking about her past and smirks as a flashback begins to play in her mind:

FLASHBACK

A small little gym in the heart of the city was where Mikah and Chris Burden had been on Saturday afternoon before the big pay-per-view event. They weren't there for Chris' benefit but rather for Mikah's. She had felt the need to train for some reason and wanted to get in a wrestling ring. She hadn't competed since she parted ways with WWoW and she was starting to miss the feeling that wrestling brought to her. Although she loved the IRX and loved her job as Decaine's assistant, she still felt the tremendous urge to wrestle in a ring. Even if it meant beating up her boyfriend.

Mikah had on her most revealing ring attire ever which consisted of the leather like boyshorts with a gaping hole on her right side that was designed to show the side of her hip bone and a small part of her butt. The top was a simple bra like top but she made sure her girls stayed in place. And the colors she chose today was orange. She had looked down at her wrestling boots and sighed before she looked across the ring at Christopher. It'd been awhile since she had actually been in the ring and since she still wasn't keeping any of her food down, it was starting to wear her out.

She had run a hand through her silky blonde locks before she leaned against the ropes of the wrestling ring. She had needed to catch her breath because they weren't done training yet. She had reached down and adjusted the black garter that was above her black kneepads before staring across the ring at Christopher. She desperately needed a break because her energy level was probably at a negative fifteen instead of at a positive number.

;;MIKAH "I need a break, Christopher. Just five minutes."

She finally succumbed into the desire she desperately wanted. She had stepped onto the scale that morning and she was terrified because at that point in her life, instead of weighing 107 pounds, she had weighed a flimsy 105 pounds and barely that. She hadn't wanted Christopher or anybody else for that matter finding out about her little problem.

©©CHRIS BURDEN "Did I kick your butt that badly, Mikah?"

He had teased her a little and she just smiled before charging at him and playfully spearing him down into the mat. Of course she couldn't have done it unless he actually let her because her weight and muscle mass was nothing compared to his. But of course he let her do it because they were training. Well, more likely Mikah made him go with her so he could be her "opponent" in the ring. And she had to threaten him with the cliche threat of no sex for a week. Which he hadn't figured out that she would have never gone through with.

Mikah pulled herself up to her feet and looked down at Christopher with a smile before offering him a hand to help him up to his feet. He gladly accepted the hand and she somehow helped him to his feet. She smiled again at him before grabbing him and quickly doing her other non-submission finishing move the Mikahangelo (French TKO). She had laughed again before covering Christopher for for the 1-2-3. She then pulled herself up to her feet and helped her fallen boyfriend up who was already pouting at the insignificant loss.

©©CHRIS BURDEN "Cheater! I wasn't expecting that! YOU said you wanted a break! I want a rematch!”

Christopher huffed a little and he had crossed his arms over his chest.

Mikah just smiled at her boyfriend before walking over to him, ignoring her racing heart and the dizziness she had been feeling. She wrapped her arms around Christopher's neck and leaned into kiss him but before her lips connected with his, her world went black as she passed out and fell limply to the mat. Christopher looked on in shock as his girlfriend laid in a seemingly uncomfortable position on the mat, passed out.

END OF FLASHBACK

She opens her eyes and looks down at the bubbles that were covering her body.  She could barely remember that part of her life.  Where she had been way too thin and had too many issues for her to count on one hand.  She had been glad that she had found her psychologist that had helped her through so many issues.  She sighs before looking around the bathroom.

;;MIKAH  â€œAt least I’m not fat…”

She smirks a bit to herself before she places a hand on her stomach.  She wanted to stay in the bathtub for forever but she knew that eventually, life wouldn’t be at a standstill like it seemed to be in the moment.  She could remember vividly what happened next:

FLASHBACK

Mikah had slowly came to and her eyes slowly opened but shut quickly due to the bright lights circling over her head. She had kept them squeezed shut as she had listened to the sounds around her. She wanted to laugh as she heard the doctor discussing something with Christopher. That alone set off warning bells in her mind because she knew Christopher had to have taken her to the doctors and demanded they help her.

â•šâ•šDOCTOR "She only weighs 105 pounds, sir. I don't know what to tell you to do to help her except make her eat. We ran tests on her or the ones we knew what to do and it appears she either hasn't eaten anything lately or has been making herself throw up."

The doctor had explained things to Christopher the best he could but Christopher hadn't listened very well to what the doctor had been saying. At hearing that Mikah had opened her eyes and had been looking around. She looked back down at her body to see herself still dressed in her wrestling attire. She sat up and then put both hands on her hand as the dizziness had begun to make her mind feel fuzzy.

╚╚DOCTOR "Whoa careful.”

The doctor had been trying to be careful with her, not wanting her to overexert herself in the mere minutes she'd been conscious. Mikah had only given him a look as she had slowly felt the dizzy sensation slip away. She glanced over at Christopher and noticed the concerned look upon his handsome face but she could sense that he wasn't happy with her.

;;MIKAH "Can we go home? I'm tired."

She had told the doctor with a very bored tone to her voice. She had been freaking out on the inside because what if the doctor had figured out what she had been trying to hide from everybody for a long time? How could she deal with the worry of the people in her life?

â•šâ•šDOCTOR "I'm a little concerned about your weight, Mikah. You weigh 105 pounds and for your height? That's not good."

He had paused and had given her a slow, skeptical look.

╚╚DOCTOR “I would really like for you to see a therapist before--.”

He didn't have a chance to respond as she cut him off.

;;MIKAH "Listen here you stupid little doctor, I am fine. I just forget to eat sometimes because I'm busy, I have a busy life, okay? I'll eat something once I get home, I promise. Just let me and my boyfriend go home, okay?"

Mikah had snapped at the doctor. The doctor appeared to not like the attitude that the platinum blonde was giving him but he had had no choice but to let her leave with Christopher. Mikah faked a smile before walking out of the ER that Christopher had taken her to with him following her of course. She had hated hospitals and she hated doctors. Because every time she had gone to see a doctor, they told her she needed to see a therapist or a psychologist but she'd seen psychologists, they never helped her. Not that she ever let them but still, she hadn't seen the need for them.

;;MIKAH "I can't believe you took me to a hospital, Christopher!"

Mikah had hissed at him angrily as they walked to her 2010 Ford Mustang.

©©CHRIS BURDEN "Well, I'm sorry that you passed out and I was scared that you had oh, I don't know...died!"

Christopher had responded with an angry, sarcastic tone before he took it upon himself to slide into the driver's seat. He watched her walk around to the other side as he started the car. He wasn't about to let his girlfriend at the time drive. She had rolled her eyes before opening the door to the passenger's seat and sliding in as well. She had grabbed the seat belt and brought it across her before snapping it into place. The blonde was never too thrilled with hospital visits because she always weighed so light. She couldn't remember a time when she ever weighed above 110 pounds. However, she could remember when she weighed only 98 pounds because she had been even worse with the throwing up.

;;MIKAH "Did it ever occur to you that I was just tired?!"

Mikah snapped at him as she grabbed her purse and fumbled to unzip it before digging through it's contents. She sighed in relief when she found her cherry flavored bubble gum and she unwrapped a piece and shoved it into her mouth. It was something she had lived on other than water.

©©CHRIS BURDEN "Yeah, okay Mikah. Tired people don't just go unconscious like you did and trust me, you weren't sleeping because I tried to wake you up, nothing worked."

Christopher had fired back at her, his sarcastic wit back at it again.

;;MIKAH “Well....”

She ahd started but he cut her off again, which annoyed her to no end. She didn't like her sentences being cut off by anybody. Not even him, whom she adored.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  "And what the hell is up with your weight?! 105 pounds isn't healthy and the doctor says you haven't been eating but I have seen you eat, Mikah. We ate before we went to the gym so from now on I'm not leaving your side.”

Christopher had decided as he drove her car around New York City to get them home. She had given him a look before she crossed her arms over her chest and looking out the passenger's window. It was going to be hard just to go to the bathroom if he was going to follow her everywhere like it seemed. This was the time in one of her past relationships where she had pushed her ex-boyfriend away because he had come too close to finding out one of her secrets. The only guy in her past relationships that had ever gotten past that stage was Troy Hart but Mikah was sure she was over him because she had had such strong feelings for Christopher which surprised her. She never expected to have feelings for him but it happened and she liked it. She liked him.

;;MIKAH "Well, I do have to work with Decaine so I'm sure you'll forget about following me twenty-four seven.”

Mikah replied sweetly but it wasn't a real, sincere meaning. Just one of her mocking ways. She knew that he couldn't stand Decaine and that he wouldn't be following her around when she was around him.

;;MIKAH "I want to go to the arena."

Christopher didn't want to go to the IRX arena for anything but it was apparent that Mikah would bug him until he took her there. And since he was in her car, he figured he might as well take her there and maybe she wouldn't be long but he was determined that he was going to follow her everywhere anyways. But Mikah believed that he'd quit once realizing that if she was around Decaine, he'd have to be around Decaine. And Mikah knew about the pair's genuine distaste for one another.

END OF FLASHBACK

She opens her eyes again and frowns a bit at the memory she’d just replayed in her mind.   She could remember feeling so irritated with Christopher that it manifested in a way that she could only push him away from her.  It was something that she had done so well so many years ago.  She almost wishes that she hadn’t been that way but she had to remember not to think like that because without all her previous issues, she wouldn’t be where she was today.  And she most likely wouldn’t have even known who Drake is.

::DRAKE  â€œBabe?”

He called out before walking into the bathroom and smirking as he sees his wife still in the bathtub, naked and all wet.  She smiles at him, an innocent look in her pretty eyes.  She hadn’t been doing anything naughty but she wanted him to think that she had been.

::DRAKE  â€œThis is probably my favorite view of you.”

She giggles and raises an eyebrow at him before sitting up more, her eyes still on him.  She didn’t mind as he looked her up and down, eyeing her chest a bit.  She giggles again before looking at him again.

;;MIKAH  â€œOh yeah?”

Drake nods his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he leans against the frame of the door.  He was still watching her and looking her over.  She enjoyed the fact that her husband found her attractive still.  Even after one year of marriage.  Nobody thought that they could do it; he was a playboy known to cheat and she was almost the same way.  After all, she slept with Christian Othniel multiple times when she was married to Gavin.  And yet, she still didn’t feel an ounce of guilt because of it.

::DRAKE  â€œYep.”

She smiles at him before she motions for him to come closer to her with her index finger.  He raises an eyebrow before doing as she asks.  He walks over and sits on the edge of the tub, looking down into his wife’s eyes.

::DRAKE  â€œDid you need something, babe?”

She wrinkles her nose at him as she looks up at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œNothing important...just wanted to see if you wanted to join me…”

She winks at him as she eyes him over.

;;MIKAH  â€œNaked...in this tub in the hot, soapy water...with a naked me…”

He chuckles before shrugging his shoulders at her as he starts to pull his shirt off of his body.  She watched with the eagerness written in her eyes.  She had always enjoyed watching her husband undress and it was easy to get lost when he did so.

::DRAKE “I don’t know many guys that take bubble baths but a lot of guys don’t have wives that look as fucking sexy as mine does all wet and naked…”

She blushes and smiles at him.  The words that come out of his mouth always seemed to get the blood rushing and right to her cheeks.

;;MIKAH  â€œOh yeah?  Are there a lot of women out there that have as amazing and sexy husbands like me?  Because I think you’re the hottest out there…”

She watches him some more, her eyes on his body as he finally strips naked and carefully eases himself into the tub, leaning against the opposite end from his wife.  He flashes her a smirk before he brushes his foot up against her leg, his eyes on her for a moment before they slide down to her chest.

::DRAKE  â€œI think we’re pretty awesome…”

He grins at her and they stare at each other for a while before Mikah moves in the tub so that she’s leaning against his chest, between his legs.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd we’re even more so together.”

Drake nods his head, agreeing with her as they sit in the tub, naked and together.  She enjoyed the time that she got to spend with her husband.  She already wasn’t looking forward to the morning when she had to board an airplane to head to Primm, Nevada.  The life of a SCW Bombshell.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SORRY NOT SORRY."
LOCATION: PRIMM, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:12
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•

FRIDAY, AUGUST 11, 2017
5:00 p.m

The scene opens up to Mikah standing in a room with painted purple walls and she was standing in the middle of the room in her own ring attire that she’d chosen to be silver with a black hoodie over her top and the hood pulled up, hiding her blonde locks.  She smirks at the cameraman before he nods his head, letting her know that he was filming.  Her championship was on the floor, set up in front of her feet.  Demi Lovato’s new song Sorry Not Sorry was playing on repeat in the background on low.  Sometimes, Mikah disliked some of the choices that her assistant Ruby made for her.  And other times it was on point.

;;MIKAH  â€œMain Event Status.  That’s the first time for you, right Devona?”

She raises an eyebrow but the gesture isn’t seen due to the hood of the hoodie covering most of her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you happy about it, Devon?  You don’t mind if I call you Devon, do you?  Good because it’s not like you’re going to have much of a choice.”

She smirks and adjusts the hoodie the best that she can.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s new to you.  Just like competing for a championship is new to you.  And I’m wondering how much you’re going to choke on Sunday.  It’s a thought that’s ran through my mind multiple times since I learned of your upcoming shot.  And don’t think I forgot about your little slap, because you’ll be paid back for that on Sunday.  I’m thinking a shot to your head with my championship belt after I make you tap or pin you one, two, three.”

She taps her index finger to her chin three times, thinking about what she had said.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’ll be honest, Devon.  I don’t know much about you because you haven’t even been on my radar as of lately.  Sorry, but I had an annoying puppet that just wouldn’t leave me alone.  It was like she was my own personal stalker and that was more pressing than focusing on some rat like you.”

She makes a face before smirking at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œOh, was that not very nice of me?  To call you a rat?  Are you going to go cry to Gabriel and Odette?”

She pouts her bottom lip out at the camera before rolling her eyes in sheer annoyance.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause you’re no Evie Baang.  She’s the most successful thing to have come from their little training facility.  And personally, she’s definitely more likeable than what you are.  I know that’s hard comparing apples to oranges but I prefer Evie over you.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

;;MIKAH  â€œIs that fair to you?  That I prefer Evie over you?  No, probably not.  Do I fucking care?  No.  Evie clearly got the better training at Gabriel’s school whereas you got nothing but a bland personality and a weird obsession with the color purple.”

She sighs softly before pulling the hood of the hoodie down to reveal her blonde locks.  The ends had been dyed purple with a wash out dye.  She grabs the ends of her hair and looks at the purple that was on them and turns her nose up at them.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere’s nothing remotely interesting about you, Devon.  I mean even your favorite color is boring.  You could have picked a color that showed that you have some originality but no, you chose purple.  And I know, you must be wondering why I’m bitching about your favorite color, right?”

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

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, let me explain it to you, Devon.”

She wrinkles her nose again before she clears her throat, ready to speak.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhen there’s annoying bitches like you that have such bland personalities and horrible backstage presence, there’s not much that one can talk about.  Could I talk about your past matches?  Sure, but why would I do that?  That would require me to actually care about you and how you are in the ring.  But I have done my research, you know.  Whether or not, I watch your matches, I do know how to do my research.”

She winks at the camera again before she grabs a notecard from the pocket of her hoodie and shows it to the camera.  On the notecard it had a picture of one Devona’s good friends, the Beast and had his Twitter handle written under it.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, this guy is one of your closest friends...right along with his brother, Beauty…”

She tosses the notecard with Beast’s picture on it behind her and reaches into her pocket to grab another notecard.  She shows that to the camera and a picture of Beauty was on it along with his Twitter handle.

;;MIKAH  â€œNow, believe it or not, I follow these two on Twitter.  Now both of them clearly have some sort of issues that need to be worked out but that’s neither here nor there.  Nor is it my place to speak about them because I’m not going up against them.  I do think they’d be better competitors than you, Devon.  And what would we do without Twitter?  It’s like a pissing contest, don’t you think?  Who follows who, who doesn’t follow who.  And just for the record, Devon.  I don’t follow you.  If you were wondering.”

She smirks and winks at the camera again.

;;MIKAH  â€œTwitter has nothing to do with the competitive part of wrestling.  Other than you can promote your match or choose to not promote your match.  And as you can see, I don’t seem to care about our little match on Sunday.  And you know that because you do follow me on Twitter.  And you know what I’m tweeting and when I’m tweeting and everything far and few in between.  It’s nice to know that you deem me important enough to follow.”

She smiles at the camera before pushing her blonde locks out of her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œAfter I got the notification that I was going to be defending my Internet Championship against you, I thought to myself…What should I do to promote the match?  I thought that maybe I could appear on Jimmy Fallon again since him and I are like this…”

She crosses her fingers and shows it to the camera to give them the indication that her and Jimmy were friends.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut then I remembered that nobody gives a fuck about you.”

She purses her lips together before laughing a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œThen I thought maybe I could go on the Elvis Duran Morning Show again to promote our little shindig.  But then again, you’re still not important enough for me to want to do that.  Plus, Elvis and his crew deserves a little more oomph and glitter than what a match against you gives out.”

She gives an unapologetic look to the camera before she looks around the room.

;;MIKAH  â€œI also thought I could set up a sit down interview with Pusscakes or Rocky Mountains.  But I don’t know anybody that can stand being around them for more than a hot minute and I decided against that.”

She sighs as she goes through what her options had been.

;;MIKAH  â€œSo what options did I have left, Devon?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera before turning in a circle, looking at the room.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis.  I chose to strip it down and go back to the basics.  Because a simpleton like you only deserves the basics.  You don’t deserve the flair or pizazz that a lot of other opponents deserve.  I know, Pathetic Polly didn’t deserve the attention she got either but I had to show her up and prove to her that I am better than she is.  And you’re soon going to see just why I’m better than you are and will ever be.”

She shrugs again.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know that you’re looking at this as a golden opportunity for you.  And you should, because it is a great opportunity for you.  And why shouldn’t you think that?  You got handed a shot at my championship, a shot that you haven’t earned and you definitely don’t fucking deserve.  It still leaves a sour taste in my mouth to say that.  Because what have you done other than beat a few nobodies to earn this shot?!  I hate entitled people like you and I can’t wait to smash your ugly fucking face into the canvas on Sunday.  BUT let’s get back to the fact that you didn’t deserve this shot…I mean the fact that you don’t deserve this shot.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder with her left hand before looking at the camera, a sinister look on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou only got this shot at my championship because of where you came from, Devon.  It’s not because Hot Stuff Mark Ward thinks you’re talented and have a lot to show in that department.”

Mikah shakes her head no, her lips pursed together.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re getting this shot at my championship because you came from Hall of Famer Gabriel’s wrestling school.  You can try to argue that what I’m saying is completely and utterly wrong but you and I both know that it’s not.  The only unfair thing about this is that Evie Baang never got handed anything; she actually worked her ass off to get where she is today.  You were handed this shot because they’re testing you to see if you have the star power that Evie now has and the willpower to do whatever it takes to make it in this company.  It’s just a test and after you fail miserably, you’ll be shot back to the opening slots on the show and just be an afterthought and leave a bitter taste in Mark Ward’s mouth.”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œPlus, Hot Stuff Mark Ward just enjoys making my life miserable by placing me in matches against fucktards that don’t deserve it.  And yes, Devon...I just called you a fucktard.”

She smirks for appears to be the millionth time.  She pulls her hoodie off and tosses it behind her, not caring where it lands in the room.  She glances down at her feet before squatting down and grabbing her Internet Championship and holding it in both arms, looking down at the faceplate of it as she begins to speak, her eyes still on the championship and not on the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œA part of me wants me to let you have this championship, Devon.  Because while I hold this, I can’t go for bigger and better things.  But another part of me doesn’t want to let you win because I have a record to break with this championship.  So what’s a Bombshell to do?”

She continues to stare at the Internet Championship, her eyes transfixed on the faceplate.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know that putting my name back in the hat for the Bombshell Championship is a long shot because there are other people out there gunning for it.  But I still want one more run before I’m done with wrestling but I stand here, looking at this championship and I can’t help but want to keep this one and ruin everybody else’s hopes for it.  People say that I don’t deserve this championship.  That I don’t go above and beyond with it.  But I’m not the one who makes the matches.  I don’t like to fuss at the bosses to give me matches because that’s not my place.  My place is to do what they say.  My job is do what I’m told to do and I do it, because that’s what is stated on my contract.  I may not go above and beyond my expectations but I think I did enough of that when I fucking carried the Bombshell Division on my shoulders.  It’s Evie’s turn to do that and while I have this championship, I will do what I can with it.”

She takes a deep breath, her eyes still transfixed on the championship.  It was almost like she was hypnotized by the sight of it even though she got to see it every single day.

;;MIKAH  â€œHowever, that doesn’t dispute the fact that I haven’t been beaten in six or seven months now and I’ve successfully retained my championship with every match that I’ve been put in with it on the line.  So, Devon...do you really think you stand a chance when it comes to me?”

She finally looks up at the camera, a serious and sinister look in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you really think I’m about to let some purple rat step into the ring with me and take everything I’ve worked for away from me?”

She continues to look at the camera, narrowing her eyes at it.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you think that this match is going to be easy?  Do you know what it’s even like to main event a show, Devon?”

She raises her eyebrows, the serious look still on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think you have a fucking clue what it takes to main event a show.  The waiting and the waiting that it takes.  It’s hard to main event a show because by the time your match comes up, you’re a nervous wreck with anticipation and worry.  You want to do everything in your power to make it the match that stands out that night.  And to make it worthy of being called the main event.  You want to give everything you can for those impossible to please fans because that’s what our job is, Devon.  You don’t want to wreck it or mess it up because this could set the pace for the rest of your career here in SCW.  The hardest part of wrestling is the anticipation and the unknown.  You aren’t going to know how the impossible fans are going to react to you on any given day.  Are they going to love you?  Or are they going to hate you?  Their views toward you and I can change on a dime and with no reason either.  But I’m sure you’ll be safe this weekend; we all know that I’m not well liked amongst the fans other than the fact they know that I’m a fucking great competitor in the ring.”

She confidently smirks at the camera, her arrogance radiating off of her smirk.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhile your fans will cheer you and try to get your attention, my fans will be waiting to see what I’m going to do to you in the ring.  That’s the difference between you and I, Devon.  You and I have a similar wrestling style but you try to get the fans’ acceptance.  You want their cheers and their adoration and I know that you want to hear them cheer your name and I’m sure that you’ll cater to them come Sunday because it’s what you like to do but not me.”

She slings her championship over her left shoulder, her eyes still on the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œThe fans know what to expect out of me.  They know that when I step into the ring that I mean business.  Now when I step onto the stage of the Mikah and Kris Show, they know that they can see a different side of me.  They know when I mean business and they know that I don’t give a fuck about whether they like me or whether they fucking hate my guts.  Because you and I know that it’s not about them at the end of the night.  At the end of the night, it’s about this…”

She looks over at her championship.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd it’s about our jobs as SCW Bombshells.”

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what else she wanted to say.  She lets the silence linger for a moment, lost in her thoughts.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere are a lot of things that make up being a SCW Bombshell.  There’s a reason that the SCW Bombshell Division is more sought after than the men’s division.  The Bombshells that are signed with Sin City Wrestling are the best.  The cream of the crop, so to speak.  Of course, there are flops in there like Petty Polly and Veronica No Brain Taylor, but you look around and you’ll see why our division is the best.”

She smiles, proudly.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean, after all for NINE fucking months I was at the top of the food chain, carrying this damned division on my shoulders because nobody could fucking touch me until I decided I didn’t want that shit anymore.  Do you think it was easy when I carried the division?  Do you think I enjoyed being so in your face about it?”

A sly smirk crosses her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re damn right I fucking enjoyed it.  Because I was breaking records and I was proving why the Bombshells are better than the men.  I was the only champion at the time that wasn’t playing hot potato and it’s something you need to think about Devon.  Something you need to remember when Sunday comes because you’re not stepping to the ring with the washed up Golden Girls like you did at Summer XXXtreme.  You’re stepping into the ring with me and I’m not a push over like any of your previous competition.”

She shakes her head no, slowly.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m going to be the hardest person you will have competed against in your entire, short little career.  And I know that you’re not ready for it.  No matter how much Odette and Gabriel have tried to prepare you for this.”

She presses her lips together and just raises her eyebrows at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd I have nothing against Odette and Gabriel.  Because I respect them and what they do for the company.  And they’re just adorable.  Plus, Gabriel’s brother?”

She frowns, not sure if it was the right terminology.

;;MIKAH  â€œDespy?  He’s my best friend and so, therefore I can’t hate Gabriel or Odette.  However, I can hate anybody else that I choose.  Although, hate is such a strong word and I’m not sure that you evoke such strong feelings from me.  Or any feelings other than annoyance for that matter.”

She sighs out of pure boredom.

;;MIKAH  â€œSunday is going to be here before we know it, Devon.  You and I will be waiting for the match for what seems like eons….”

She takes a step backwards.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’ll be pacing around, your stomach in knots of nervousness because you don’t know how the night is going to turn out.  Will you go home with the championship?  Or will you go home broken hearted and disappointed?”

She makes a face.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet me give you a little hint, Devon…”

She leans forward a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re about to go home broken hearted and disappointed.  Know why?”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause not only will I beat you and you won’t get to leave Primm, Nevada with my championship, you’ll go home feeling like the worthless rat that you are.  You’ll be reminded that you can’t hack it in the wrestling ring with the greats of the company.  Because you’re not as good as you thought you were.  Because even though everything seems to be pointing to the fact that you should be ready for this, I know that you’re not.  And I know that you’re going to fail.  After all, when you go up against me…”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re bound to fail.  And nobody will think any different of you…”

She laughs a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause nobody thought much of you to begin with.”

She winks at the camera before turning to walk away.  She looks over her shoulder, giving the camera one last look.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "FATHER’S DAY?"
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

MONDAY, JUNE 12, 2017
8:25 am

The platinum blonde walks into the house that she lives in with her husband, Drake Green and her daughter, Leighton.  She smiles as Leighton runs to greet her with a hug.  Mikah presses a kiss to the top of her child’s head, enveloping her small frame in a hug at the same time.

≤≥LEIGHTON  â€œHi, Mom!”

Mikah smiles and sets her things down after releasing her daughter from the hug.

;;MIKAH  â€œHi, daughter.”

Leighton chuckles a bit as she walks into the living room and plops down onto the couch as Mikah follows her into the room.  She watches her daughter flip through the television channels as if they didn’t have the best package offered.  Mikah looks at the screen then at her beautiful daughter’s face before walking over and sitting on the edge of the couch, next to Leighton.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhere’s Drake at?”

Leighton shrugs her shoulders.

≤≥LEIGHTON  â€œIn his office, I think.  He was talking to Barry a little bit ago.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow.  That could mean anything in Drake’s world and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go find her husband or not because he could be in a foul mood.  Mikah runs her fingers through her daughter’s blonde locks before standing up and moving through the house, only to almost be tackled by their year old German Shepherd, Maverick.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere’s my favorite German Shepherd.  How ya doing buddy?”

Mikah pets the dog’s head and then scratches behind his ears.  Mikah smiles before moving further down the hall, Maverick following on her heels.  Mikah smiles at the dog and pets his head again before walking into Drake’s office to see him sat behind his desk.

;;MIKAH  â€œSo you’d rather look at a computer screen than greet your own wife?  How rude.”

Drake looks up from his computer to see his wife standing there with her hands now placed on her slender hips.  Drake cracks a smile before getting up and walking over to her and slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her in against him.  He dips his head down and presses his lips against hers, kissing her softly but passionately.

::DRAKE  â€œHey babe.”

She smiles and pulls his head back down to hers and kisses him again, pushing herself more against him and getting more into the kiss.  He grins against her lips as he slides one hand down to grab her butt and pull her against him a little more.

;;MIKAH  â€œI missed you.  You should start traveling with me again…”

Drake raises an eyebrow at her.

::DRAKE  â€œWhy?  To see you flirt with Kris Halc?  No thanks.”

Mikah rolls her eyes as her husband releases her from his arms and walks back over to the computer chair and sits back down to go back to whatever it was he deemed to be important.  She sighs and walks over and sits down on his lap, straddling him and forcing him to pay attention to her.  She was worse than a two year old and wanted and needed most, if not all of his attention.

;;MIKAH  â€œI married you, didn’t I?  If I wanted Kris the same way that I wanted you, don’t you think I’d be there by now?”

Drake just raises a brow at her.

;;MIKAH  â€œLook, it’s just a weird thing between Kris and I.  But nothing is going to happen because of it, I swear.”

Drake held an unsure look on his handsome face and Mikah leans in and presses her lips against his, kissing him softly.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd plus, if I was going to cheat on you, I wouldn’t be tweeting about it or parading around so freely about it.”

She wrinkles her nose at him before leaning in and kissing him once more on the lips before resting her forehead against his, becoming comfortable in the position she was in.  She carefully wraps her arms around him before snuggling into him, moving her head down to his shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou do believe me, right?”

Drake sighs and slowly wraps his arms around her, holding her to him.  It was moments like this that reminded her how much she loved her husband.  She liked to tweet it out but she didn’t like to tweet the not-so-happy stuff.  She didn’t think that the world needed to know all about her troubles in her marriage; she learned her lesson from her previous marriage.

::DRAKE  â€œYeah…”

She frowns a bit before leaning in and pressing a kiss on his neck.  He smiles as he leans back in his chair as she moves a bit, putting her legs through the arm holes in the chair.  She looks at him, sitting back up in the upright position.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou know...father’s day is on Sunday…”

Drake cracks a small smile.

::DRAKE  â€œDoes it count if I’m her Step Father?”

Mikah frowns and nods her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œConsidering her biological father is dead, I’d say it counts.”

He chuckles and places his hands on her thighs, looking at her.  She offers him a small smile as she leans back, her lower back resting against the edge of his desk.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, it’s true…”

He shrugs his shoulders at her and she mimics him a bit before leaning back in and kissing him on the lips before going back to the previous position she was in.

;;MIKAH  â€œI have an idea for you…”

He looks at her, raising an eyebrow at her before he slides his hands up her back, his fingertips rubbing against her skin softly.  She shudders a bit from the odd feeling before smiling at him as he leans into her, closing the gap between them.

::DRAKE  â€œTell me it has something to do with me helping you take your clothes off…”

He gets a mischievous look in his eyes as he gets closer and closer to her.  She giggles a bit as he scoots the chair closer and pins her playfully against the desk.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, not exactly…”

He frowns a bit as his fingertips grip the edges of her shirt and start to tug it off of her.  She raises her arms to help him remove her ‘Black Sheep’ tee and watches as he tosses it on the floor as his eyes go directly to her black lacy bra.

;;MIKAH  â€œBabe!”

She giggles before biting her bottom lip as he slides his hands over the cups of her bra.  She watches him as he leans in and presses a kiss against her collarbone.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m serious, babe!  I have to tell you something.”

He doesn’t say anything as he kisses along the right side of her collarbone to the middle of her breastbone.  He gently reaches up and pushes her head back a bit as he starts to kiss down her breastbone.

::DRAKE  â€œTell me afterwards; I haven’t seen you for a few days and I missed you.  And this body.”

She blushes again, feeling like a schoolgirl as he kisses down again as she feels his hands reach to the cups of her bra and pull them down.

;;MIKAH  â€œFine, we can talk about this later.”

Drake grins as he continues on his little quest and Mikah closes her eyes, arching her head back a bit.

12:34 PM.

Mikah walks downstairs, her hair damp from her shower after her little festivities with her husband.  She was wearing a pair of short white shorts and a grey racerback tank top that had an aztec pattern on it with faint turquoise spots seen through the material.  She walks over to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water as Drake walks in behind her and smirks as he sees his wife looking in the fridge with her back to him.  He walks over to he and slides his hands onto her hips and presses his hips against her butt.  She jumps a bit before smiling as he places a few kisses on her jaw bone.

::DRAKE  â€œHey baby.”

She blushes as she feels his hands slide down the front of her shorts and finding the inside of her thighs, just below where the ends of her short shorts end.  She pushes back against him a bit as she stands up and leans back against him.

;;MIKAH  â€œWe have to behave now; Leighton’s in the other room…”

Drake grins before sliding his hands up the short inseam of her shorts as he kisses along her neck.

::DRAKE  â€œMaybe I don’t want to behave….I had to behave all weekend…”

She blushes a little more, feeling silly for doing so but can’t seem to help acting like that around her husband.

::DRAKE  â€œMaybe I want some more of you...in the kitchen…”

She squeals as he shuts the fridge door and playfully pushes her against the door of the fridge all in one swift motion.  She places her hands flat against the metal surface of the door as his hands move to the button of her shorts, undoing it a bit.

::DRAKE  â€œDon’t you know that sex is hotter when you’re trying not to be caught?”

He was whispering against her ear, his breath hot on her skin and she blushes a bit and nods her head.  She breathes out and then back in, trying to control herself.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know but we…”

She stops for a moment, squirming a bit.

::DRAKE  â€œMmm...what was that?”

He was smirking a bit as he enjoys watching her face as he makes her squirm.  She bites her bottom lip, moving against him a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œAs much as I’m….enjoying this right now, I don’t want to explain to my soon-to-be twelve year old what you’re doing to her mother…”

Drake grins as he moves his hand against her.

::DRAKE  â€œShe’s busy watching the TV, I checked before I came in here.”

Mikah’s cheeks flush a rosy pink color again as he continues to tease her a bit.  She glances at him and he leans in and captures her lips with a kiss.  She relents a little bit as she kisses him back as he works against her a bit.  She presses her butt against him, arching her hips to do so as he smirks against her lips.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m serious…”

He presses three kisses against her lips as he pulls himself away from her, leaving her to re-button her shorts.  She looks at him, her cheeks flushed still and her eyes filled with lust.

::DRAKE  â€œYou don’t look too serious.”

He winks at her and she shakes her head before grabbing her bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long drink from it.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re right, I’d like to continue and finish what you started but somebody has to be the mature parent.”

He just smiles at her before pulling her into him again and kissing her quickly.

::DRAKE  â€œI love you.”

Mikah smiles at him and kisses him quickly on the lips.

;;MIKAH  â€œI love you too.  Now, I need to talk to you about something.  Do you think that you could listen for a few minutes without thinking about getting between my legs?”

She raises an eyebrow at her husband and he just shrugs his shoulders as he sits on one of the barstools that were up to the island’s countertop like a bar.

::DRAKE  â€œI can listen but you can guarantee that I’m still thinking of ways to be between your legs…”

He pauses for a moment, another smirk crossing his face.

::DRAKE  â€œOr trying to think of a way to get you on top of me….without any clothes on.”

He winks at her and she take a deep breath before leaning against the island’s counter in front of him.  She looks into his eyes for a moment and he reaches out to grab her by her shirt and she smacks his hand away from her in a playful manner.

;;MIKAH  â€œDrake Green!  I’m serious!”

He laughs before holding his hands up in a surrendering way.

::DRAKE  â€œOkay, okay.  What do you want to talk about?”

Mikah takes a deep breath before moving just a little closer to him so that she can stand between his legs/knees.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat would you think about officially adopting Leighton?”

Drake’s eyes widen just a tiny bit.  Mikah looks into his eyes, trying to decide just where he was with the idea.

::DRAKE  â€œWow…”

She looks at her feet, letting Drake process what she had asked of him.  She wouldn’t have asked  but she felt that Drake was already basically acting like Leighton’s father and she felt he deserved to be noticed as one.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know it’s sort of out of the blue...but I was just thinking.  You’ve been around Leighton for a while now and she really does like you...and while she doesn’t call you Dad, she pretty much sees you as hers.  You’ve been a constant in her life for almost a year now..”

Drake looks up at her and offers her a small smile.

::DRAKE  â€œI know.  She’s a great kid, Miks.”

Mikah smiles and nods her head in complete agreement with her husband’s statement.  Mikah wasn’t even sure how she’d lucked out with having such a wonderful kid when she felt that she wasn’t such a great kid herself.  Wasn’t karma supposed to do some weird shit and give her a horrible child?  If so, it messed up because Leighton was a well mannered child and sweet to the core and Mikah couldn’t understand where she came from.  

;;MIKAH  â€œI know she’s a great kid and you’re a great husband and a great guy...that’s why I want you to legally be her father.”

Drake runs a hand over his face, clearly thinking about what Mikah was asking of him.  She moves a bit and easily jumps up onto the island’s countertop, sitting on it in front of him.  She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so unsure and uneasy about it.

::DRAKE  â€œHave you talked to Leighton about it?  I don’t want to upset her with doing this and she not wanting me to do it.”

Mikah smiles as she places her feet on the sides of Drake’s stool that he was sitting on.  She loved how considerate he was.  He always thought about other people’s feelings before she ever thought to.

;;MIKAH  â€œI will.  I didn’t want to talk about it with her until I talked about it with you first.  I didn’t want to get her hopes up about something if you weren’t okay with it.”

Drake smiles and leans in a bit, placing his arms on Mikah’s legs in a folded position before resting his head on them and looking up at her.  She smiles down at him before reaching down and running her fingers through his hair.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou don’t have to if you don’t want to, Drake.  I just thought that you might want to…”

Drake continues to look at her, as she sits there nervously and begins to twirl a strand of her blonde locks around her index finger as her husband just looks at her.  She purses her lips a bit, starting to grow impatient.

;;MIKAH  â€œSay something…”

Drake looks at his wife before leaning up and capturing her lips in a kiss.  She seems to be surprised by this action and it takes roughly three seconds before she kisses him back.  By the time she’s into it, he pulls away from her, breaking and ending the kiss.

::DRAKE  â€œIf Leighton is okay with it, I’d love to adopt her and officially be her dad.”

Mikah smiles at him and slides off the counter and into his lap as she hugs him, excitedly and happily all at once.  He laughs as he wraps his arms around her, hugging her back.

;;MIKAH  â€œReally!?”

He laughs and nods his head.

::DRAKE  â€œYes, Mikah.  Leighton is a piece of you and you love her.  I love you and I love her.”

Mikah smiles again before leaning in and kissing her husband on the lips again.  She couldn’t describe what she was feeling and of course there was the feeling of not sure how to feel but for the most part she was ecstatic that Drake wanted to be part of that part of her life.  For the longest time, she’d been all about Leighton and not really caring about her relationship with her significant other and she’d worried about how it did affect Leighton.  But Leighton seemed to be okay with her mother’s choices.

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you sure?  Like, really, really sure?  Because this isn’t something that you can take back; once those adoption papers are signed, it’s official and her last name will be Green…”

Drake smirks at her a bit, reaching up with his left hand to tuck her blonde locks behind her right ear.  She looks at him and wrinkles her nose at him a little bit.

::DRAKE  â€œI know, babe.  I know what adopting a child means.”

She gives him a small look before leaning back, her arms outstretched behind her.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know but I wanted to make sure you knew fully what that means.  You’ll be more responsible for her as her father…”

Drake nods his head, looking at his wife.

::DRAKE  â€œI know…”

She smiles again at him and pulls him in close to her for another hug.  He laughs a bit as he hugs her back again.  She wraps her legs around him as he stands up, basically carrying her.

;;MIKAH  â€œGod, I fucking love you.  And I know that some days you drive me crazy and I drive you crazy, but days like today remind me just why I love you.”

Drake cracks a grin.

::DRAKE  â€œIt’s for my bangin’ bod, right?”

Mikah laughs and nods her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œOh yeah, of course.”

She chuckles and he leans in and steals another kiss from her lips before he sets her down to go make something for lunch.  She watches him with a look of a awe on her face before she turns to go into the living room to talk to Leighton about what she had talked to Drake about but in reverse order.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "BAD LIAR."
LOCATION: PRESCOTT VALLEY, ARIZONA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•

FRIDAY, JUNE 16, 2017
11:35 am

<text align=right><p align=”Right”>“But just like the battle of Troy; There's nothing subtle here.”

Mikah tucks her pin-straight blonde locks behind her ears as she sits in the middle of a room on the floor, criss-cross style.  She was sporting a pink shirt and some sort of short skirt to go with it, clearly imitating one the Mean Girls from the movie, not the group.  In the room there were polaroid pictures of Mercedes Vargas, Celeste North, and Veronica Taylor.  She could never really remember every member of the group other than those three.  And then there were pictures of Delia Darling with a red X over her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œMercedes Vargas…”

Mikah grabs one of the polaroid pictures and holds it up to the lens of the camera that was recording her little thing.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m sure most everybody know her as she thinks she’s the resident genius of SCW.  She would like you to think that she’s the resident genius of the company.  Because all the things she spouts off on Twitter would really make you think she is one.”

Mikah rolls her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œI just don’t understand why you think that you get to make demands and offer things to other people.  She thinks she’s the one that holds all the pull and that the sun shines out of her ass but newsflash, you’re just as stupid as the two idiots that you surround yourself with.  Or is it three?  I never really know who’s apart of your stupid, boring group.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œI remember a tweet that Amy something or other sent out about how she felt you were the only one in the Mean Girls that’s worth a damn.  But I think she’s wrong.  I think she’s very wrong.”

A small smirk crosses her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI actually think Mercedes is the worst member of the Mean Girls group.  I know, I know, unpopular opinion time.  But think about it, for a second will you?”

She pauses to give her “audience” a moment or two to think about what she’s about to say.

;;MIKAH  â€œAlmost everybody praises Mercedes and the ground she walks on because she does a lot of publicity stints for SCW.  And while that’s great and all, let’s look at her track record, shall we?”

Mikah raises a brow before pulling out a card from inside of her bra.

;;MIKAH  â€œA little over a year ago, Mercedes Vargas was the Bombshell Champion.  On May 15, 2016 she won the championship from Samantha Marlowe.  And on June 6, 2017 she lost the championship back to Samantha Marlowe.  Do you know how many days that is?  How many days that she was the champion for?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side, acting as she was figuring the dates but she’d already figured them out before hand.

;;MIKAH  â€œTwenty-one days.  Mercedes Vargas was the champion for a whopping twenty-one days.”

She tries her best not to laugh, but it was hard to not to do so.

;;MIKAH  â€œI held the championship for two hundred and sixty-six days, Mercedes.  But you know that because I hold the record in SCW for the longest reigning Bombshell champion.  And that’s not something that somebody can take away from me until the record is broken and I don’t see anybody that’s going to do that anytime soon.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders.  It wasn’t a shot at her stable mate, Crystal, it was just something she’s noticed and she wanted to point it out.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou can say whatever you want about me, Mercedes because I know that you will anyways.  You’re a sneaky little bitch like that.”

She smirks a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œMost people don’t see you like I do, Mercedes.  They don’t think you’re like your friends in your group because well, you’re Mercedes Vargas!  The walking history book!  How could anybody think of you as a cold hearted bitch!?  But I see you for what you truly are, Mercedes.  You are a vapid woman.  A vile and evil bitch who knows just how to manipulate people into seeing whatever they want from you.  And then you act like you’ve done nothing wrong when you know that you are what’s wrong with the Bombshell Division in SCW.  You want to call me an alcoholic, go ahead because I know that you will do it because it’s your go to defense mechanism.  You can’t think of anything else to say about me other than that.  Oh, I’m sure you’ll call me a lazy champion and blah blah blah.  And you’ll probably bring my marriage up in your promo because you don’t know how to leave my personal life out of it.”

She rolls her eyes, slightly irritated with the Bombshell she was facing.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd I know you said that I brought my PERSONAL life into things when in reality, it’s not true.  Just because I married Drake Green, does not mean that you get to bring him up at every given corner.  It’s almost like you’re Alexis Edwards’ shadow because she never could stay out of my marriage either.  But here, you want an update on my marriage?”

Mikah raises her brows.

;;MIKAH  â€œMy marriage is great.  Drake and I have almost been married a year and we’re doing just great!  So, if you must know, there it is.  My marriage isn’t on the rocks or verge of divorce; Drake and I are happily married and planning a second honeymoon.”

She smirks in the camera’s direction.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s talk about you, Mercedes.  Let’s talk about how nobody knows much about you except your need to make demands and pretend that you’re important.  What do you do in the times where you’re not making me want to stab my eyes out with a rusty fork?”

Mikah sticks her tongue out in a gagging motion.

;;MIKAH  â€œHow just the thought of having to touch you in our match on Sunday is making me want to take a bath in hand sanitizer just to make sure all of your germs are away from me?  Nobody knows how sketchy you really are or who you really hang out with when the cameras aren’t rolling.”

She makes a face.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’ve seemed to got everybody fooled, Mercedes.  You think you’re like the Greeks in the Trojan War because you don’t seem to think anybody can outsmart you.  You think that you’re going to win the war because you’re so quick witted and so smart but newsflash, I get what you are.  I get what you’re trying to do by saying you’ll wait for whatever championship shot you think that you deserve or that by saying you don’t want a championship shot, you’ll magically get one.  Christian and Mark weren’t born yesterday, you know.  I’m sure that neither of them buy your little act either.”

Mikah resists the urge to stick her tongue out at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI used to think that maybe you were the most tolerable one in the Mean Girls.  I really did but now I see you for what you really are; a wolf in sheep’s clothing.  People look at Veronica and see a complete and utter airhead and can’t help but feel sorry for the girl because she’s not very smart.  She’d be the Karen Smith in the movie.  Then you have Celeste North, who would be Cady Heron in the movie, even though Lindsay Lohan was much prettier at the time where the movie was made, than Celeste ever could be.  And people can’t help but feel sorry for her because she had to force her way into the group because nobody really likes her.  And then there’s the ex-leader of the group, Delia Darling.”

Mikah pauses at naming the former member of the group.

;;MIKAH  â€œNow, mind you, I don’t like Delia at all.  Not one little bit because she’s a tramp.  But at least the group was thriving more than it is now.  She is the Regina George of the group.  She was and realistically is still the leader of the group.  Now what does that make you, Mercedes?  All of the other roles are taken except for Gretchen Weiners.”

Mikah lets out a small giggle.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhile Gretchen was not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, she had some brains and eventually figured out how to use them.  You, you have brains and you use them too much because you don’t know when to shut up.  You are like the pest that doesn’t know when to go away and that’s fine because it’s only going to make me enjoy smashing your ugly, horse-like face into the canvas repetitively on Sunday.  Maybe a nose job would do you some good.”

She chuckles.

;;MIKAH  â€œOr a reverse nose job, perhaps.”

She winks at the camera before leaning back a little bit, looking around the polaroid covered room before snatching one and holding it out for the camera to focus on.  It shows the polaroid to be a picture of one of the matches that Mikah and Mercedes had been in against one another.

;;MIKAH  â€œI won this match.”

She frowns before trying to find the other one before sighing and tossing the one in her hand behind her.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m pretty sure we were in another match against each other but you’ll have to forgive me; I’ve beaten so many people it’s hard to keep track how many times I’ve faced them.”

An arrogant smirk crosses the platinum blonde’s face.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere’s only going to be one truth on Sunday, Merce.  It’s going to be me versus you in a singles match where MY championship isn’t on the line.  You will be expecting to walk away with the win, because you always believe that you’re better than you really are and like all of the other Mean Girls, you live on some other planet where you reign supreme.  I live on the planet Earth where reality is not just that.  Reality is going to see me smashing your ugly fucking face into the canvas just for fun because I hate your face and I find it invigorating to do so.  And this time, it’s not just business, Merce.  It’s personal this time.  And it’s your choice.”

She grins.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou wanted to make this personal.  You wanted to bring up my personal life in all those stupid Twitter fights we were in.  You wanted to blame it all on me and put it on me when it was you that started that stupid bullshit.  Your little subtweeting is your way of putting it on me because you didn’t tag me in.  Grow a pair and learn how to press the at button on your phone and tag me in your bullshit when you’re talking about me.  Quit being a fucking scaredy cat and act like a grown ass woman and maybe this could have all been avoided.  You think you’re facing the Mikah that was around a year ago; the one that didn’t give a fuck if she won or lost or even showed up for the match but you’re not.  This is the new Mikah; the Mikah that wants to fuck your face up my breaking your nose.  And fucking up your vocal cords by smashing your throat against my shin when I lock you in my Cupid’s Chokehold.  I’m not holding back on Sunday.”

She stands up and pulls the shirt she was wearing off, revealing her red ring attire before removing the skirt as well and tosses them both aside.

;;MIKAH  â€œI chose red for Sunday, Mercedes.  Do you know why?”

Another smirk fires off on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause when you cough and choke on your own blood, it will blend in and I won’t feel dirty for having your blood on my attire.”

She grins.

;;MIKAH  â€œI have yet to make somebody bleed through their mouth and I’m dying to make you the first one to taste their own blood.  You’ve given me enough reason to not hold back...and I’m ready to tear you to shreds when we step into the ring on Sunday.  I hope your little friends try to get involved because I too have found my own friends.  And go ahead and bring up the previous groups I’d been in, because they don’t matter.  Soon enough, people will realize that The Black Sheep are going to be the only stable worth watching.  Because unlike the Bad Boys and the Mean Girls, our name isn’t bland and boring and we have people that the fans actually want to see.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œHere’s something that should stick with you and your friends, Merce.”

She bends over, digging through the many polaroids on the floor and pulls out a white shirt and slips it on.  On the front is a picture of a black sheep in cartoon form.  Mikah smirks and points at the image before turning to let the camera get a good image of the saying on the back.

;;MIKAH  â€œSheep follow.  Black Sheep THINK.”

She looks over her shoulder, the smirk still present on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhere do you think you fit in, Mercedes?  Because while I do think you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, I don’t think you have a thought of your own.  You’ll flock to whatever’s being said and believe that it’s true.  So I’m pretty sure that you’re just a sheep that doesn’t have a backbone.”

She shrugs her shoulders before spotting her Bombshell Internet Championship over in the corner.  She smirks at it before looking back over at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’d love to stay and chat with you and about I hate your fucking face, Mercedes but I really don’t give a shit about you anymore.  Because on Sunday, I’m going to show you just how much I fucking hate you.”

She just shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œI hope you’re ready.  And I hope you have your plastic surgeon on speed dial, because you’re going to need it come Sunday night.”

She walks over and grabs her championship and slings it over her shoulder.  She “dusts” it off before looking at the camera, the smirk still on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "BABY MAKIN’."
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

Mikah was laying on the couch on her back and staring up at the ceiling.  She had been trying to take a nap but she was too busy thinking about when her husband Drake was going to be back.  She was sure that he wasn’t going to be very happen with her missing her flight to D.C. and not being able to compete.  She was going to go with him when he went but she had to stay back because Leighton had a school thing that Mikah couldn’t miss.  She glances toward the front door as she heard some keys jingle with the lock and she smiles as her husband walks in the door, his bag with his clothes in it slung over his shoulder.  He glances her way and doesn’t say anything as he takes his bag straight to the laundry room.  She rolls her eyes, knowing what’s about to happen almost as if she had a sixth sense about it.

She sighs before sitting up and running her fingertips through her tousled blonde locks before glancing at the doorway as Drake walks back through it a moment or so later.  He looks at his wife and takes a deep breath before walking over to the chair and sitting down in it, choosing not to say anything to her at the moment.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat are you?  Two years old, Drake?  Giving me the silent treatment?  For what?  Missing my plane causing me to miss Climax Control?”

Drake looks at her and just gives her a look to which she makes an exasperated sound before flopping back against the couch cushions.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere are things called words, Drake.  Use the before I throw something at your face and not apologize for it.”

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI’m not a child, Mikah.  You don’t have to talk to me as if I was one.”

She doesn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes and does so as she stares at him, a bit wide eyed.  He runs a hand over his face, his fingertips running over the slight stubble he’d gained on his face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know you’re not a child, Drake.  But I wish that you’d talk to me and not just tune me out.  Because obviously something’s bugging you.  But here, let me give you my side of the story. . .”

She gets up and adjusts her leggings before walking over and straddling her husband’s lap, smirking at him as she looks into his eyes.  He looks back before placing his hands on her hips, not even attempting to push her away from him.  She knew that he couldn’t turn down skin on skin contact or even this, what she was doing.

;;MIKAH  â€œLeighton had a very important thing for me to attend on Friday, Drake.  I can’t be a neglectful mom all the time.  I’m never around for her and it often makes me feel like crap because I should be here for her more than I’m not…”

He sighs and rubs her hips a bit, looking into her eyes.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI still don’t understand how you missed your flight…”

She leans in and pecks his cheek with a quick, swift kiss before leaning back against his legs.  She looks into his eyes before offering him a small smile.

;;MIKAH  â€œI had promised myself that I’d get a flight out early Saturday morning to make it to Climax Control and to surprise you at the hotel that you were staying at…”

She leans down and places a kiss on the side of his neck, kissing it softly before she sits back up straight.  She smiles at him again before leaning in and pecking his lips with a quick kiss.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, all the flights in the morning were full and there wasn’t anyway to get on one of those…”

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œAnd you didn’t book one for later in the day?”


Mikah’s cheek flushes a light pink color as she squirms a bit against her husband’s lap; knowing full well what she was doing.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt was definitely not the smartest move on my behalf…I’ll admit that.  I just figured that I’d go back to the airport later in the afternoon and hop on a plane and be there with time to spare.  But of course, that didn’t happen and I didn’t get on a plane on Saturday.  So, I figured that I could get one early Sunday morning and I even bought a ticket to ensure that I had a seat on one of those planes…”

She leans in and kisses him again, letting the kiss linger longer than the one she’d given his lips moments before.  She pulls away, looking into his beautiful blue eyes and offers him a tiny smile.

;;MIKAH  â€œI didn’t set an alarm...well, I did but it set for Monday through Friday, not for Sunday.  And so, it didn’t go off and I missed my flight.  At that point, there was nothing else that I could do.  So I put a call in to Christian Underwood and well, you can figure out the rest.”


Drake sighs a bit before leaning forward and captures her lips in a kiss before his hands slide up her back and pulls her more into him.  She giggles softly before kissing him back, winding her arms around his neck as they get into it in his favorite chair.  He rubs her back as he slides his hands up her back and then up her neck, rubbing her skin softly before his hands slide into her hair, his hands grabbing fistfuls and playfully pulling on her hair to make her head pull back a bit.  He kisses her more exposed neck, removing his lips from hers to do so.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œSometimes you’re infuriating, babe.  But I fucking love you.”

She grins as she grinds her hips against his, trying not to moan out as his lips tease her neck.  She shudders a bit in a good way as his touch sends chills up her spine.  He lets go of her hair as his hands work on her top.  She stops his hands for a minute to look into his eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet’s make a baby.  I want to have a baby.  Your baby.”

Drake blinks at her, staring at her as if something she had said was such a shock to him.  His hands freeze at pulling her shirt up as she stays on his lap, straddling.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhat?”

She smiles before leaning down and pecking his lips with another kiss.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou heard me, Drake.  Let’s make a baby; I want to have your baby.  And I don’t mean in a year from now, I mean in nine months from now.  I don’t think I can wait any longer…”

He seems shocked from her confession and he glances around the room, trying to spot her Bombshell Internet Championship before spying it on the end table next to the love seat.  He then moves his eyes so that they were back on her.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œBut you’re the Bombshell Internet Championship, babe.  You’d have to give that up.  And you’d have to give up SCW for a year or so…”

She knew what she was going to have to give up in order to have his baby.  She’d been thinking about it for a while and when her sister was there with Maddox, it just made her baby fever go crazy.  She wanted one of her own, one that she could raise with her husband and so that Leighton would have a sibling.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know.  And would that be such a terrible thing, Drake?  I’d be home more often and with Leighton…”

She looks into his eyes as she reaches out and touches his cheek, rubbing her thumb across it.  She knew the sacrifices she’d have to make in order to have a baby and she knew that it’d have to be her that made those sacrifices.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œThat’s a bit sacrifice, babe.  Are you sure that you’re willing to do it?  What if you get bored throughout the middle of the pregnancy and want to return?”

She gives him a look.

;;MIKAH  â€œLike anybody in SCW would allow a pregnant woman to compete in the ring, Drake.  I’m serious about this, Drake.  I want to have a baby.  And to be more specific…”

She stops for a moment as her hands slide down his torso and to the top of his jeans as she fiddles with the belt he was wearing.  She glances down so she could effectively undo the belt.  She looks back up at him, her eyes searching his.

;;MIKAH  â€œI want to have your baby.  I want to see what our child is going to look like and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He was hesitant, she could see it in his eyes.  She knew that he would be okay with them trying to have a baby and who knows, it probably wouldn’t happen on the first try.  But she wanted him to be completely on board with the idea.  She wanted him to want her to have his child.  It was a weird want for her to have.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI want you to have my baby too, Miks.  But I want you to be 150% sure that that is what you want right now.  I don’t want you to regret this decision a few months down the road because you’re feeling antsy about not being in the ring.”

;;MIKAH  â€œI know, Drake.  I’ve thought and thought about this and it’s the only thing that I can think of.  Do you think I want to be thinking about our future babies instead of my match against Kate Steele?  Of course not.  I think it’d be more pertinent for me to be thinking about my match against Kate Steele on this Sunday but I can only think about your baby growing inside of me.  It’s horrible, I know but it’s something that I want so badly.”

She didn’t know how she could make him see and understand that she did weigh all of the options and go through everything in her head.  She’d even made a list on her phone and some comparison charts so she didn’t overlook any tiny detail that a pregnancy would mean.  The only thing she was struggling was the fact that it was going to change her body and she’d worked so hard to keep her body the way it was.

;;MIKAH  â€œDon’t you want us to have a family, Drake?”

She smiles warmly at him and tilts her head to the side a bit, her blonde locks falling to that side.  He looks at her, clearly mulling it over in his own mind.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI do…”

He was still hesitant about it, she could see it in his eyes.  But she also knew that he wanted it too and she felt loved that he wanted to make sure that everything was okay with her before they went ahead with the babymaking.

;;MIKAH “Well, stop worrying about me, Drake.  I’ve told you that this is what I want and I want us to be serious about it.  We don’t even have to call it making a baby, we can just stop being so careful about it.”

She grins at him before leaning down and kissing him again.  She could feel his worries slip away as she kisses him.  His hands go back to working her shirt off of her slender body, his fingertips working at the buttons of her button up flannel shirt and she grins as her own fingertips work on undoing his jeans.  She felt like a teenager again that was sneaking around the house.  She giggles as she helps him with removing the flannel shirt, leaving her in her coral bra.  She looks in his eyes as his hands go to the front of her bra, cupping them in his hands.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œAre you sure?”

She nods her head as she sucks softly on her bottom lip, a hopeful look in her eyes.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œLet’s make a baby then.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "MISERY BUSINESS."
LOCATION: BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
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The room she was standing in was bare except for the walls that had floor to ceiling posters of what appeared to be a crowd at a concert venue.  In the middle of the room, Mikah stood dressed in a pair of super short jean shorts with a black belt on and a band shirt in that had been cut off to show her stomach. She didn't even know what band was even on the shirt buy Ruby had done great at getting her what she wanted. On her wrists were several band bracelets as well and her blonde hair was styled pin straight. On her feet were chunky boots, boots that she'd never wear again but she didn't care, it was all for effect.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo people actually wear this stuff?”

She makes a face at the camera before adjusting the shirt a bit.  She knew that her eyeliner was a little on the heavy side and she hated it but she knew that it was all for effect.

;;MIKAH  â€œIs this what people wear when they go to your concerts, Kate?”

She tilts her head to her right, a smile tugging on the corner of her mouth.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause this outfit is hideous but I guess I really don't know what people wear when they go to.your concerts. Or even if they do go to your concerts…”

She lets out a laugh before flicking her hair over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean, your concerts and your music career are your main priority right?  I don't see you hyping up SCW on Twitter not in the way you do your music. But hey, I really shouldn't be talking about who hypes up SCW on Twitter because I'm not one to talk about that either.”

A shrug easily rolls off of Mikah’s shoulders as she takes a breath.


;;MIKAH  â€œYou see Kate, there are a few things that I'm good at. While you like to pretend that you're good at wrestling and competing, I'm actually good at it. It's one of the few things that I am good at. But another thing I'm good at, is being Leighton’s mother. It may not seem like I am because I have been in SCW going on three years now, but I am a good mother to her. I rarely spend more than a few days away from her. Another thing that I'm good at is being a good wife which is surprising to me.”

She smiles at the thought before she has to bring up some memories.


;;MIKAH  "You see, I had to learn how to be a good wife. I had to learn how to communicate with Drake because in my previous trainwreck of a marriage, we didn't communicate. I didn't feel that I could communicate with my ex husband. That should have been sign number one that I should have never married him. But that's neither here nor there.”

She waves her hand as if to push the matter to the side.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see that is what I have learned in the nine months that I've been married to Drake is how to.communicate and express your feelings. It sounds stupid and cheesy but it's true. So let's talk about feelings, shall we?”

She gets a grin on her face before looking at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI want to talk about how you feel when you're out on a stage singing one of your songs. I want to know how you feel because I can only guess how you feel when you step out on stage with a microphone in your hand in front of thousands--okay, probably just hundreds of your screaming fans. And let's be realistic, Kate. We both know that you don't have thousands of music fans. Wrestling fans, probably because they don't see you like I see you…”

She hesitates for a moment before cracking a smile at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI see you as a woman who likes wrestling but loves music. I feel that you don't really have your heart in the wrestling business like you do with your music and while you might think that that's fine, I find it to be a slap in the face. A slap in the face to wrestling fans who pay good money to come see the stars of SCW compete in the ring.  But here you are, using your wrestling stardom to push your music career more and more. I find it despicable and insulting to wrestling fans everywhere.”

The blonde bombshell makes a sour like face before looking around the room.  There wasn't much to look at.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, this is my element, Kate. You may have beat me once before but that was before I was the Bombshell Internet Champion. There was no need for me to even want to win. And maybe I don't even want to win to retain the championship but to keep a part timer like you from getting it.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œIs that selfish of me? Probably. Do I care? No, I don't care. There is nothing wrong with being selfish if it's for the right reasons. I may not have been at last week's Climax Control because of missed flights but I'll be damned if I easily give this championship up to somebody who only wants it to burst their music career.”

She glowers at the camera for a moment as if it was such an atrocious thought to be thinking.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere are people in SCW that I'm sure love you, Kate. And I know I don't have a lot fans backstage but nobody can deny my work ethic. When I'm in the ring, I bring everything I've got and even more. I want to perform for the fans so that they get their money's worth out of a show. Is it fair for them to see a sloppy match?  No, so it's up to us to entertain them in any way that we can.”

She takes a moment to pause, mulling something over in her head. She bite softly on her bottom lip for a moment or two.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou're probably a better person than I am, Kate. And I applaud you for being so but that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to smash your face into the canvas on Sunday.  Also, you blatantly said last weekend that you didn't want the win by forfeit so I will say thank you for that and that also proves that you're a better person than I am.  However, while I am selfish and not the nicest person, I too wouldn't want a win by forfeit either. So that is something you and I have in common.”

A shrug rolls off of her shoulders with a smile appearing on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut just because you're a better person than I am, doesn't mean that you're better in the ring than I am. I pride myself in being great in the ring and always making sure that I'm on top of my game. But even I lose, Kate. You know that as you do have a win over me and it's about time that you and I even the score in my favor.”

Mikah winks at the camera before stretching a bit.

;;MIKAH “You haven't been very vocal about the match, Kate. But that's something you and I have in common; we don't find it necessary to tear one another apart on social media and I think that that is a redeemable quality in a person. There are some people that find it necessary to start bullshit on Twitter. I don't think it's necessary at all to do stupid shit like that. And I'll be the first to admit that I've participated in it but I've always tried not to be the one that started it.”

She takes a moment to take a breath before looking at the walls in the room. The walls that she had postered with fans that appear to have been attending a concert.

;;MIKAH  â€œI stand in this room, looking at the people that have apparently attended your concert and I don't feel at home.  Is this where you would feel at home, Kate? In front of your music fans that want to see you perform one of their favorite songs?”

She looks around again.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause this isn't my element.  My element is much more intense and in front of fans that are most passionate fans on the Earth. They will let you know how they feel at any given moment. Can you say that about your music fans?”

She raises an eyebrow with a serious look on her pretty face?

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, the two of us are two very different people. You have your priorities and k have mine. However, I'm the type of person who feels that my priorities are better and more appropr for being the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion. The champion that SCW needs for their division. But then on the other side of things….”

She hesitates for a moment as she thinks.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe my wrestling career isn't the same as it used to be. I'm much more patient than I used to be.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œIf I had been younger, and before I came to SCW I would have thrown you under the bus. I would have called you several different names and dissed you about your appearance. Because a few years ago, I would have told you and everybody else that looks were important for a career in the wrestling world.”

She smiles a bit at the memory.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut now, I know that that is not what's important. I know that you need to have the passion for the business and the right mind for the business. And you better have been trained properly to compete. Your athletic ability is the most important thing that you need in the wrestling community.”

She sighs as she walks over to the walls and peels down the posters of the concert venue to reveal a wrestling arena with the fans on the walls.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis is my element, Kate. This is where I feel that I'm the best at when it comes to me and you.  This is my home and where I feel the best at when it comes to being in front of fans.”

Mikah smiles at the walls before she peels her shirt off to reveal her ring attire top and then does the same with the shorts and kicks the boots off.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis is what I feel comfortable in. My ring attire where I'm not in some clothes that I don't even like to wear.”

She offers the camera a small smile and a shrug.

;;MIKAH  â€œSunday is going to come and the fans are going to see the wrestler versus the Singer. And we will see just who's better. I'll agree that you can out sing me but we will see if you can out wrestle me.”

She smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œSee you on Sunday, Kate.”

She winks at the camera before turning to walk away. She stops and looks over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

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NOVEMBER 2010.
Remi sat in the waiting room of a Planned Parenthood all alone and almost in tears.  She didn’t know what else to do and she was embarrassed and ashamed that she was even there.  She was only thirteen years old and was there for a reason she couldn’t even admit to herself out loud.  She looked down at her lap, refusing to meet anybody else’s judging eyes; they hadn’t known her situation or why she was there but she felt that she had a sign on her back that said exactly what she was doing there.

“Miss Grayson?”||Nurse

Remi’s head popped up as somebody said her last name and she nodded her head before she stood up, fixing her shorts.  It was November but Hawaii was almost continuously warm.  She looked back down at the ground as she walked toward the nurse as a single tear slips down her cheek.  She didn’t have any other choice; this was the only choice for her.

”Please step on the scale.”||Nurse

Remi nodded her head and did as the nurse said, not talking or making any sounds.  She had wanted Eden to be here with her so badly but she couldn’t bring herself to tell her sister what had happened.  The nurse writes some things down on her chart before handing Remi a hospital type gown before leading her to a room.

”Change into this please and remove your underwear.  Knock on the door twice when you’re done, please.”||Nurse

Remi nodded her head as she had done her best not to cry.  The nurse had seemed so cold-hearted and robotic but there wasn’t much Remi could do about it.  The nurse left the room, leaving the young thirteen year old to undress and re-dress in the gown.  She made sure that she folded her shorts with her underwear hidden on the inside before she knocks twice on the door.  The nurse walked back in and gave Remi a not-so-friendly smile but one that seemed more forced as she had Remi lay on the exam table.

”Are you sure about this dear?  There’s still time to change your mind...do you want to see your baby?”||Nurse

The tears and sobs had finally hit her and she shook her head no.  She just wanted the whole procedure done and over with so that she could leave and go back home to cry in her room.

”No.  I can’t keep it and I don’t want to see it.”//REMI

The nurse pursed her lips but nodded her head, not pushing the matter anymore.

”Okay.  The doctor will be in soon.”Nurse

Remi just barely nodded her head and wiped her tears away from her face.  She only cried when her father wasn’t around because her tears only infuriated him more and he did worse things then.  She lied there, staring up at the ceiling and tried not to think about how the world wasn’t fair and that the things that happened to her on a daily basis weren’t fair.  She didn’t care that life wasn’t fair; she was only thirteen years old and shouldn’t have to endure this alone.  She jumped when the doctor walked in, ready to do the procedure.

”Okay.  Let’s get started.”||DOCTOR

She just nodded her head as they prepared her for the abortion.  She tried not to think that this wasn’t supposed to be her life because she didn’t support abortion.  But she couldn’t have her father’s baby, it just wasn’t right.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Remi laid in her bed, still crying and sore from the procedure, thankful that her father was out for the night.  She wanted to do nothing but stare at the ceiling and cry, thinking about the baby she had just aborted.  She jumped when her bedroom door opened and her blonde older sister walked into her bedroom.

“Time to wake up, Remington!  Wait...what’s wrong?”\\EDEN

Remi looked at her older sister and forced a smile.  She couldn’t tell Eden what was wrong because Eden would do something that would just make her life more miserable than it already was.  Plus, what were the police going to do?  Her father had them in his back pocket.

”Cramps, Edie.  I have really bad cramps.  I don’t want to do anything, okay?  I just wanna lay here and stare at the ceiling.”//REMI

Eden nodded her head before she turned the light back off and walked over to Remi’s bed and climbed in next to her.  Remi let her sister lay next to her as they laid there, Remi shedded a few tears here and there but she was silent.  She knew that her sister hadn’t a clue what she had done but she still felt guilty along with the ashamed and embarrassed feeling that she was still reeling from.

”I love you, Rem.  You know that, right?”\\EDEN

Remi looked over at her sister and nodded her head.

”I know, Edie.  I love you too.”//REMI

Eden wrapped her arms around her little sister and hugged her close.  Eden had wanted to save Remi from their father but she didn’t know how she could.  Remi wanted to tell Eden so much more of what was going on but she knew that in the long run, it’d just make things worse for her.  She was thankful that it was Eden’s week to stay at the house; that meant that her father wouldn’t touch her or force himself on her for a full seven days and she found solace in that thought.

PRESENT DAY.

Remi looks at her sister as she runs about the house, trying to get things back into order.  Remi sits on the couch with Dash asleep on her lap, thinking about what had happened to her seven years ago.  She knew that she could’ve told Eden and probably should have but when you’re thirteen years and terrified of your father, what more can you do?

”You could help, Rem.”\\EDEN

”I could but Dash is sleeping, Edes.  And it would be just so terribly rude of me to move from this spot.”//REMI

Eden rolled her eyes at her sister as she continued to walk about the house, tidying it up before walking over and sittign down next to Remi, a concerned look in her eyes.  She places her hand on Remi’s arm and Remi glances up at her sister.

”Are you okay?  You’ve been off since that one night that Ryan was over and you two--well, three fell asleep on the couch.”\\EDEN

Eden hadn’t known that Remi had opened up to Ryan in a huge way, more than what she wanted to but she felt that it was good in the long run.  Or she thought.  She hadn’t talked to Ryan in a few days and she was maybe starting to feel a little panicky.  Remi shrugs her shoulders at her older sister.

”I’m just peachy, Edie.”//REMI

She plants a fake smile on her face before leaning back against the back of the couch and blows out a breath of air between her lips.  Eden rolls her eyes.

“Of course you are, Remi.  Why would I expect you to open up to me about anything?  I’m just your sister.”\\EDEN

Remi rolls her eyes at her sister’s over dramaticness.  She scratches Dash behind the ears as she tries to fight the urge to go find her dealer.

“You’re such a drama queen, Eden.  Jealous that I told Ryan a little bit about myself?”//REMI

She knew better than to poke the bear but she just couldn’t help it; not today anyways.  She was bored and needed something to do and if bugging her sister was going to entertain her, she was damn well going to do it.

”Maybe I am, Remington.  I’ve known you my entire life and I’ve been through some of the worst stuff with you.  I was the one that walked into that kitchen to see you in a pool of your own blood and I saved your life.  But you still shut me out, Remi.”\\EDEN

Remi knew that she shut her sister out; it was a defense mechanism she developed at a young age.  She wanted to just have fun when her sister was home with her and not worry about the trauma that she herself was going through.  It just got harder and harder to let her sister in.

“Edie, I love you.  You’re my sister.  But you don’t need to know everything I’m thinking or if I’m in a dark place.”//REMI

Eden grabs Remi’s arm and points to the new track marks.

”You’re using more and more now, Remi.  What happens when SCW has a random drug test and you fail it and get suspended?  What’s going to happen then?  Maybe instead of turning to drugs, you should turn to the people you care about and voice your concerns.”\\EDEN

Remi glares at her sister and rips her arm away from her sister’s grasp.

“I can do what I want, Eden.  I’m twenty years old and I’ve been an adult for two years now and can make my own choices.  I don’t have to run them by you.”//REMI

There was a brief moment where Eden had a hurt look on her face but she quickly wiped it away.

“I don’t want to come home one day to find you dead on the couch from an overdose, Remington!  You’re my baby sister and I love you!  I want to take care of you!”\\EDEN

Remi bitterly laughs in her sister’s face before rolling her eyes.

“You want to take care of me now, Edie?  Where were you SEVEN years ago when I was crying in an examination room at a Planned Parenthood?  Where were you when our father was raping me every other night because he couldn’t find a prostitute to bring home?  Where were you then?  Huh?!”//REMI

She stands up, forgetting that Dash was on her lap, causing the puppy to fall to the ground and then yelp.  She sighs before picking him up and grabbing his leash before storming out of the house, leaving her sister to sit there in shock after learning what had happened to Remi on an almost nightly occasion.

“Remi, don’t leave...come back.”\\EDEN

Eden had tears on her cheeks as she got up to follow her sister, but Remi wasn’t stopping as she hooked the leash to Dash’s collar.

“Remington Emilie!”\\EDEN

Her sister was shouting at her back, trying to get her to return to the house but she was too angry and too upset to return.  She hadn’t meant to blame her sister for what their father had done to her but she was just so angry and in that dark place.

“Don’t worry buddy.  We’ll go for a long walk and then apologize to your Aunt Edie, okay?”//REMI

She talked to the puppy as if it was a baby or a toddler instead of a puppy but it somehow relaxed her.  She wipes her tears away as she begins to walk, choosing to ignore her phone as it went off in her shorts’ pocket.

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Remi sat behind a desk that looked as if it was on a set of a newsroom.  In front of her on the desk lay some papers and her hands were folded over them.  On her face there were black framed fake glasses.  Her now brown hair lay down around her shoulders, straight as she looks to the camera man.  He nods his head to let Remi know that he was ready to film.

“Good evening, Detroit!  Tonight on The Remi Show, we will be talking about a lot of things.  But first, let’s talk about the Blast From the Past tournament!”//REMI

Remi straightens herself out a bit.

“Last week was the first week of the Blast From the Past tournament.  We saw Belinda Warwick and Matheson versus Lord Raab and Evie Baang.  We saw the team of Lord Raab and Evie Baang take the win.  That was the first Blast From the Past tournament match.  The next match of the tournament, we saw Max Burke and Mercedes Vargas versus James Tuscini and Trish Newborn.  And I’ll let you think about who you think was the winner of that match.”//REMI

Remi winks at the camera before tucking her hair behind her ears.

“And then the third match of the tournament last week we saw Dax Beckett and Amy Marshall versus Kate Steele and Joshua Acquin.  And it’s obvious that Amy Marshall adn Dax Beckett won with how much he’s ran his mouth on Twitter.”//REMI

Remi rolls her blue eyes as she leans back, tilting in the office style chair.

“This week marks the second week of the tournament and there are several big matches on the card.  But of course, most people are focused on the Blast From the Past tournament and they should be.  After this tournament is over, the winners both get a title shot at a championship of their choosing.  And it’d be interesting to see who chooses which championship.”//REMI

A smirk flashes onto her face.

“Melody Grace could see any number of the Bombshells try to go after her championship.  Or Mikah.  Maybe the winner wants a shot at the Internett Bombshell Championship.  Or perhaps somebody would want to go after the Bombshell Roulette title.  There are a lot of possibilities.”//REMI

Remi taps her finger to her chin a few times.

“On Sunday’s episode of Climax Control, the first match of the Blast From the Past tournament, we will see Dmitri and Orchid versus Dark Defender and Gothika.  Now let’s see, who do we think is going to win?  If I had to put money on it, I’m going to pick Dmitri and Orchid.  Only because.”//REMI

She smiles before looking around.

“The second match of the night in the Blast From the Past tournament, is Ivan Durrell and Amanda Cortez versus Jeremiah Hardin and Brandi Shotze.  Now, I don’t know any of these people but I do know that Amanda Cortez appears to be an attention whore on Twitter with all those ridiculous photos she posts.  Also, I’m picking Jeremiah Hardin and Brandi Shotze just because.”//REMI

A shrug of her shoulders is seen as she leans forward a bit, trying to get comfortable.

“The third match in the Blast From the Past tournament we see Misty Waters and Brother Grimm versus Kris Halc and Polly Playtime.  Now, from what I understand Misty is just coming out of retirement for this tournament and appears to be very skeptical of teaming with Brother Grimm.  I’m not really sure what that’s about but I do know that Polly Playtime is looking to get a win under her belt after she lost the Bombshell Internet championship to the new current Bombshell Internet Champion and the longest reigning former World Bombshell Champion, Mikah.  So, I’m going to pick Kris Halc and Polly Playtime for this match.”//REMI

She grins as she plays with her hair for a minute, examining the ends as if there was something wrong with them.

“There are a LOT of Blast From the Past tournament matches on this show!  Because the fourth match of the tournament, we see Xander Bishop and Chelsea Payne versus Nicholas Blair and Jessie Salco.  Now, Xander has been in a touch of hot water with some of the things he spouts off about on Twitter and most people are wanting to see him leave the tournament to ‘knock’ him down a peg or something but I don’t think I can pick Nicholas Blair and Jessie Salco to win, no matter how much I dislike Xander Bishop’s personality.  So, my money would go on Xander Bishop and Chelsea Payne.  Hopefully the tournament goes fast so she can get away from her partner’s bad rep.”//REMI

She didn’t know too much about any of these people, having been in her own little bubble as of lately.

“And in the fifth and final Blast From the Plast match on the card we see Ben Jordan and Samantha Marlowe versus Jordan Williams and myself.  Now, had Ben and Sam been booked against anybody else, they would have been my go-to pick to win the entire tournament.  There’s just something about Ben Jordan that makes me want to blush and pick him to win everything.  But that discussion is for another day, perhaps.”//REMI

She winks again at the camera.

“I’ve never been apart of this tournament and between my own life and SCW, I haven’t been very present as of late in the mind department.  Some things have happened and well, I’ve just been wrapped up in my own world and it’s cost me and my sister, Eden so much as of late.  But this tournament...this is going to be the thing that turns my career around.  I’m hoping that I can somehow team with a guy that I’ve never met or seen before to pick up the win.”//REMI

She makes an uneasy face to match what she’s feeling before relaxing.

“Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe know each other very well outside the ring.  Some would say they’re almost like best friends.  Others like to wonder if they’ve ever been more.  And I know that they’re going to do well in the match and in this tournament or up until now.  Although, they do work well together and that will be an advantage that they have over Jordan and myself, I’m hoping that Jordan and myself have the element of surprise on our side.”//REMI

She smiles, a hopeful look appearing in her blue eyes.

“Jordan and I know nothing about each other except for the fact that we’re teaming together on Sunday. Taking on the team of Samantha Marlowe and Ben Jordan.  A team that works like a well oiled machine and will most likely have no snags in how they work together.  Jordan and I may have a few hiccups in our little duo but I’m sure that he and I can work together to somehow pick up the win.”//REMI

She bites her bottom lip, thinking about the match and the possibilities.

“It’s going to be a great challenge; one that I hope Jordan and I can overcome because if we can beat Ben Jordan and Samantha Marlowe, who can touch us?”//REMI

She holds her hands out, palms up in a pose.

“Sam and Ben are both good people.  Both wholesome people that don’t do anything wrong and usually stick to the rules, trying not to step on anybody’s toes.  They’re the golden kids backstage, so to speak.  I’m more a little rough around the edges and that doesn’t exactly mean that I don’t know how to follow the rules.  It can mean that I don’t necessarily like to follow them however.”//REMI

A mischievous look passes through her eyes.

“You know it’s been a real treat talking to you guys and this Sunday will be here before we all know it.  There’s not much left to say other than this: Only one team can win and I know that both teams are going to try like hell to win… ”//REMI

She pauses for a moment.

“But it’s not going to be an easy task for anybody to win.  It’s going to be hard and we’re going to have to give it our all.  There’s going to be heartbreak at the end of the match for one team and a celebration for the other because after all, everybody in the tournament wants the prize at the end of the road.  But only two people can have that prize, one team.  And it’s going to be an interesting show…”//REMI

She stands up and fixes her suit jacket before taking it off and tossing it on the table, revealing a lacey purple bra.

“And I can’t wait to be apart of the show.  Thank you for tuning into The Remi Show.  Goodnight everybody. ”//REMI

 
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LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 5
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Drake walks into the living room to see his wife lying on the couch with her legs up on the back of it and her head on a cushion instead of the arm.  He raises an eyebrow at her before looking at the television, seeing a video of people on the television that he didn’t even know.  Men he didn’t know and probably hadn’t even heard of.  He takes a moment before walking over and sitting down beside her, close to her thighs.  He glances at the television, watching what she was watching but not even really knowing what it was.  She glances at him when she feels his hand slide onto her thigh a bit and she smirks at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI bet you don’t even know what this is, do you?”

He shakes his head at her and looks back at the television.  Of course he didn’t know what it was or why she was on it; it was before she even knew who he was or who anybody in SCW was.  It was back when she ran around with people who actually liked her.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œNope.  Are you even there?”

She laughs and points to the television.  He glances to the television just as Christian Othniel had caught a singapore cane out of nowhere then whacked the other masked guy across the head with it.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWho are those people?”

;;MIKAH  â€œUm..the bald one is Christian Othniel and the round guy is Talon Decaine Sr. and the other one is Misterio.”

The one that was known as Misterio was seen on the ground.  The fans could be heard chanting, HOLY SHIT on repeat as one of the commentators were screaming out about what just happened.  Decaine dropped the mic and moved to step in front of the fallen man, trying to protect him and he gave Christian Othniel a shove back.  Christian didn’t seem to care and raised his arms in the air, an arrogant look on his face as the fans gave him all the boos they could give.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œStill don’t see what this has to do with you, babe…”

;;MIKAH  â€œShh!”

She pointed to the television a huge grin on her face.  One of the commentators were talking about where the singapore cane had come from until Mikah stood up from the floor, a cocky look on her own face.  She got into the ring and stood next to Othniel.  Decaine’s face had turned a shade of red as Mikah handed Othniel a microphone.  Mikah grabs the remote and turns the TV up so that Christian’s voice could be heard more clearly in the living room.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œYou want a match old man?  That’s fine by me.  Next week, I’ll be happy to take your washed up old self to the school of Hard knocks; THE SAME WAY THAT I WAS TAUGHT IN THIS BUSINESS!”

He had smirked toward the man, the man who was supposed to be more respected than what Christian had been showing him.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œThe only difference is you won’t have Decaine protecting your ass when I put you out!  This...all of this?!   This wouldn’t be  able to have come to without the help of the very talented...very intelligent…”

Mikah watches with eagerness and joy in her eyes and rolls her eyes as the commentator speaks up.

__DANIELS  â€œ...Very slutty.”

The fans at this time were very loudly chanting SHOW US YOUR TITS at the blonde beauty as she stood next to Christian Othniel.

__HAWKINS  â€œI agree with the Faithful!”

Mikah’s face turns a shade of pink as she glances at Drake as he wonders what he thinks about that.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œ..Mikah!  She helped me get here, she sent out the notice that I was NEEDED here.  So because of her, I’m here.  Because she expressed the interest, I’m here.  So, let me return the favor, darling?  How about you give me some sugar?”

He had tapped the side of his face and nodded with a smile.  Mikah watched as she smirked at Othniel and moved closer to him and planted her lips on the side of his face as he pointed to Decaine.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œI think she has something to say about her Assitant position…”

She watched as she leaned over in front of Christian to use the microphone, firing off an evil smirk toward Decaine.

;;MIKAH  â€œI QUIT!”

Mikah pressed the pause button and glanced over at Drake, and he looked at her, really unsure of what to think about what he had just witnessed.  Mikah reaches back and tucks her blonde locks behind her ear but it didn’t really stay since she was still lying down on the couch in such an awkward position.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œThat’s all?”

Mikah raised her eyebrows at him and looked at the television, seeing her smirking face on it as she stood pretty damned close to Christian.  He had been her best friend and while she enjoyed every aspect of the IRX, she loved working with him the most.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere’s more of the show but that’s all I’m doing for this episode of Exhibition.”

She looks at him as she moves more onto her back than her side so she could fully look at her husband.  She didn’t know if he’d understand or not or what he’d think of it.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œNo match?”

She smiles at him and shakes her head no.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo, the IRX wasn’t like that.  There wasn’t a lot of women around so there wasn’t a women’s division and Decaine wouldn’t let me fight with the men, not that I really could have anyways.  But I was usually on the show in some shape or form.  I was the only woman in the IRX for a long time, actually.”

She thinks back and smirks, clearly having liking all the attention it had gotten her.  She may have been changed a little by marrying Drake but she still liked the spotlight and IRX managed to give her some of that.  Granted, she also loved working with Christian Othniel and would have stayed in the IRX forever if it would have lasted.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œSounds weird.”

Mikah scowls a bit at him, not liking the comment.  She didn’t want to argue with him, not after the big blow up after Inception II.  She was not happy with him hanging out with Delia and she hadn’t been afraid to voice her opinion about it either.  But things blew over and she didn’t run as she usually would have.

;;MIKAH  â€œDon’t say that.  It’s weird to you because you’ve always been in promotions where women’s wrestling is prominent.  I loved the IRX, Drake and if it was still around, that is where I’d be hands down, no questions asked.  I love SCW but the IRX is always going to hold a special place in my heart, Drake.  Just like you.”

She smiles at him, the warm look spreading across her face.  It was a much different look than what she’d had on in the show that they’d just watched.  He rubs her leg a little before she sits up and looks over the clean room.   She was surprised by herself; she had adjusted well to living in Oak Brook and found herself enjoying it more than what she ever imagined.

She looks over at her husband, an endearing look on her face before the look turns into playfully naughty look slides over her face.  He watches her, his eyes moving over her body before she straddles his waist, her legs now on either side.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou know....Oak Brook isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.  Sure people are a little more nosy around here and you’ve been a bit more forceful with me participating in pictures with the idiots…”

She scowls a bit at the thought.  It was true.  She didn’t like them staring at her husband because he was famous and usually snapped something rude off in their direction in which her husband would apologize by offering them a photo opportunity.  It made Mikah mad sometimes but she still hadn’t learned to be polite when she was with her husband in public.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI knew that you would like it, babe.”

He places his hands on the outside of her thighs as she continues to straddle him on the couch.  Leighton was at school and it was still just before lunch.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou know, you don’t know everything…”

She wrinkles her nose at him before leaning down and placing her lips on his, kissing him.  He responds by sliding his hands up her thighs and onto her waist as he kisses her back.  She giggles a bit as she moves her body closer to his the best she could and he helps her by pulling her closer to him.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI think you need to listen to yourself.”

She rolls her eyes and kisses him again, trying to distract him the best way that she knew how.  She giggles a bit against his lips and he pulls back to give her a look.  She feigns innocence before sliding off of his lap and back into the spot next to him.  She runs a hand through her messy blonde locks before looking at Drake as she drapes her legs over his lap a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think that I do.  Most of the time, I usually AM right.  It’s the other people that like to bend the truth to their advantage.”

Drake rolls his eyes and pats her legs before pushing them gently off of his lap and standing up.  Mikah watches him with an eyebrow raised.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhere are you going babe?”

Drake grins at her as he adjusts his pants a bit before walking towards the kitchen.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œIt’s almost lunch time…so I’m going to go see what I can make for lunch.”

;;MIKAH  â€œCan’t we just go out for lunch?  It’d be so much easier.”

She stands up and fixes her designer jeans before walking over to her husband and wrapping her arms around his waist, leaning against him a bit.  He looks down at her with a grin on his own face.  He puts his arms around her as well, peering down into her eyes.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhere would you want to go for lunch?”

She makes a face at the thought of having to choose or really having to eat lunch.  It’s been a recent struggle again to try to force herself to eat and not run it off or throw it back up.  She was also trying to hide that fact from her husband.  She didn’t want him to know about it or even worry about it.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re the one that wants lunch, so I think you should pick.”

Drake gives her a look.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œYou’re the one that suggested going out for lunch, babe.  So you should pick.”

She makes a face before chewing on the corner of her bottom lip, thinking about the places she’d heard about from the other moms.  It wasn’t that she was social with them, but she heard things and she had to be somewhat approachable when she was picking up Leighton from school.

;;MIKAH  â€œFine, I pick Redstone Grill.  It sounds alright.  You’re driving though and I refuse to take pictures with anybody today.”

She shoots him a warning look and he just gives her a look just back.  She grabs her grey UGG boots and pulls them on, making sure her jeans were tucked in just fine before grabbing her North Face jacket.  He shakes his head grabbing his own jacket and putting it on as he shoves his wallet in his butt pocket of his jeans and then grabs the keys to his car.  She goes to walk outside, but he grabs her arms and pulls her over to him.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œIf you’re not rude,  we won’t have to take any pictures today babe.”

;;MIKAH  â€œIf you weren’t so famous and so annoyingly good looking, people wouldn’t stare at you.”

She sticks her tongue out at him in a childish but playful manner as she grabs her purse and makes sure her cell phone is still in her butt pocket of her jeans.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œAnd what about the guys that are always staring at you?  You don’t see me snapping at them.”

;;MIKAH  â€œYeah, well you’re too nice.”

She shoots him a cheeky smile before leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth before walking out of the house, leaving him to lock up.  He shakes his head as he follows her out, making sure to lock the doors.  He follows his wife to his vehicle and helps her in and then leans in to steal another kiss from her lips.  She giggles, watching him walk around the front of his car after he shuts her door.  She puts her seatbelt on as he gets in the driver’s seat.

;;MIKAH  â€œI love you.”

Drake scrunches his nose at her as he starts the vehicle.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œLove you too.”

A FEW HOURS LATER!

Mikah and Drake walk back into their house, with Mikah holding a few shopping bags.  One from the Apple store, two bags from the Kate Spade store, several bags from the M.A.C store, and a bag from the PANDORA store.  Drake shakes his head as she takes her boots off..

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI don’t think going to get lunch and shopping are in the same category, babe.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders at him and places her bags on the couch.  She flaunts him a smile as she grabs the sack from the Apple store.  She pulls out the brand new iPad Pro that she’d got in a gold finish with a keyboard.  He shakes his head at her as he sits down in the lazy boy style chair.

;;MIKAH  â€œMy old iPad wouldn’t keep a charge and was driving me crazy.  Plus, this is so pretty!”

She smiles at him before getting everything out of the box and then walking into the kitchen to charge it.  She frowns before smiling as she sees a small light blue box sitting on the table on top of a white envelope.  She sets the iPad down after plugging it in and walking over to the box.  She opens the box and pulls the slightly smaller box out.  She glances toward the living room before opening the box to see a heart pendant with a key that was 18K white gold.  She smiles, running her fingers over the necklace before walking back into the living room and leaning against the doorframe, looking at the necklace before looking over at Drake.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhen did you go to Tiffany’s, babe?”

Drake makes a face as he flips through the television channels, trying to find something to watch on TV.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI haven’t been there since before Valentine’s Day, why?”

Mikah’s eyes widened, the fear returning and she just stands there, staring at the back of Drake’s head.  Drake turned to look at his wife before getting up and walking over to her, noticing the shocked look on her face.  He looks at the box in her hand and sees the necklace in the box.


::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhere did you get that?”

She points to the kitchen and he walks into the kitchen and numbly, she follows him.  She didn’t have to read the card that was in the envelope.  She knew who the necklace was from.  She watches her husband rip the card out of the envelope.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œAll it says is, ‘I’ve missed you.  -C.’  Who is…is he back?”

She simply nods her head and drops the necklace on the floor and Drake walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, holding her to him in a secure embrace.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œIt’s time to call Brody back.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "FOR THE WIN."
LOCATION: OAK BROOK, ILLINOIS.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
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Mikah is sitting in a director style chair in a room that appeared to be by herself.  She was sporting her ring attire with her new ‘MIKS’ shirt on that she’d cut off just below her chest, baring her entire stomach.  Her left leg was crossed over her left and her blonde longs were down, framing her face in beachy waves.  Her bodyguard, Brody was standing behind her in a suit with his arms crossed over his chest.  And she had been told not to try to get away from him because the thing with Cameron was back.

;;MIKAH  â€œI still don’t see why you’re here.”

Brody shakes his head before looking at the back of Mikah’s head.  

↕↕BRODY  â€œYou know why I’m here, Mikah.”

;;MIKAH  â€œYes, I know why you’re here.  I just don’t know why you can’t wait outside of the room.  Obviously there is no other way for Cameron to get in here.”

She shakes her head as she adjusts herself in her seat, trying to get comfortable.  He just shakes his head again, not wanting to argue with the blonde beauty.

↕↕BRODY  â€œI’m doing as I’m supposed to.  Just pretend I’m not here.”

;;MIKAH  â€œWhatever.”

She glances at the camera that she had set up in the room and grabs the remote and presses the button to get it to record.  She places a smirk on her face as she sits there.

;;MIKAH  â€œSunday is only a couple of days away.”

She twirls a strand of her hair around her index finger, her eyes moving down to look at the strand of hair.  She flicks her eyes back up to look at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat’s two days closer to my inevitable win.”

It might have been a little presumptuous to say but she honestly believed that she would be the one to walk away with the win on Sunday night.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd if any of you simpletons want to believe that I won’t be the one that’s walking away with the win, then you need to realize just who you’re talking about.  Sure, I may have lost at Inception II but now, I don’t think I even care about that loss.  Because look at all the commotion that the Bombshell Internet Championship is stirring up.  It’s quite amazing that a title that is supposed to be a top tier championship and it’s generating more buzz than the Bombshell Championship.  It’s kind of amusing, if you ask me.”


She smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s amusing to me that it’s not one of the most sought out championships for the Bombshells and recently, it’s what has garnered a LOT of attention.  A lot more attention than what the Bombshell Championship has garnished in the past few weeks.  And why is that?  Why is it that the Bombshell Internet Championship is garnishing a LOT of attention recently?  Is it because of this mini tournament that Christian Underwood set up?  Or perhaps maybe it’s because of the bombshells that Christian put in the mini tournament…”

She fires off another feisty smirk as the same look appears in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere was Raynin, Chelsea Payne, Lucy Seraphina, and then myself…”

She had counted the names off on her fingers and then holded up the four fingers that were up.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd last week we saw Raynin win over Chelsa…”

She puts a finger down, leaving three up.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd on Sunday, it’s me versus Lucy Seraphina…”

She tilts her head to the side a little, a smirk on her face as she thinks about the upcoming match.

;;MIKAH  â€œLucy and I have met in the ring before...I believe that it was almost a year ago or approaching that time frame.  I may be wrong but it’s been a while since she and I have stepped into the ring against one another.  And she beat me.  But I went through a phase where I didn’t give a shit if I won or if I lost or if I even showed up.  SCW should be thanking me that I even CHOSE to show up about a year ago and I should be pissed at them for making me show up after losing a person who was so, so close to me.”

She bites her bottom lip to stop herself, not wanting to go off on a tangent about Christian Othniel’s death that happened a year ago.  She still wasn’t over it but she didn’t let herself grieve properly and refused to believe that he was dead, even to this day.

;;MIKAH  â€œSo, Lucy got to face the worst of me a year ago or so.  She didn’t get to go up against the me that everybody before her got to see and compete with.  She got to absolute worst of me.”

She shrugs her shoulders.  There wasn’t a thing she could do to change the past because if she could, she’d have made sure she didn’t like Christian’s side.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut that’s not going to be the case on Sunday.  She’s going to get the absolute best of me that I have to offer.  She may think she’s tough and will have the one up on me since she has beaten me before but she’d be thinking wrong.”


She lets out a small laugh.

;;MIKAH  â€œPersonally, I’m not even sure why she is booked in this mini  tournament.  Hasn’t she been gone for a long time?  Or maybe I’m not observant but I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen her around in the past few months”

She scrunches up her nose a bit before looking around the basically empty room.  It wasn’t anything fancy; she just wanted a place to shoot her promo that wouldn’t offer up any distractions.

;;MIKAH  â€œLucy is apart of the Angel Clan.  Which was a pretty successful tag team, if I remember correctly.  I mean, obviously there is yet to be a tag team that is as successful as the ever annoying Team Hero but let’s hope we get there soon, right?  I mean, whatever.  Tag team wrestling is just so…not my thing.”

She makes a face again and shrugs her shoulders once more.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know, I know.  I’ve said that over and over again but it’s just not my thing.  The only way it’d ever be my thing is if I got to tag with my husband, Drake or my buddy Despy.  But let’s not forget why I’m talking about tag team wrestling: Lucy Seraphina.  She was a tag team wrestler and that’s what she did well in.  Sure, she’s had some singles matches and had done pretty well in those as well but let’s not forget, first and foremost, she’s a tag team wrestler.  She’s not made for singles competition like I am.”

She shakes her head with an arrogant look on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe has always had an other person to rely on for help when she got tired of being in the ring or needed a small, miniscule break.  But what’s going to happen on Sunday when she realizes that Uriella or Melanie Gabrielle isn’t going to be on the side of the ring begging for a tag?  Will she realize that there is nowhere else for her to go?  And that she has to continue on against me?”

She raises her eyebrows, a smirk still on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe will realize that there will be absolutely NO place for her to go.  There is only the ring and me and she won’t be able to take a break.  There is no breaks for anybody in singles competition.  It’s something I’ve been doing my whole, entire career.  There’s some people that have asked me, ‘Don’t you want to challenge yourself by going into tag team wrestling?’ and I always tell them no.  Do you want to know why?”

She raises her brows again, as if perhaps Brody was going to answer the question or an invisible person that could’ve been in the room.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause I fucking hate relying on other people.  And that’s what you have to do in tag team wrestling.  The only people in my life that I trust undeniably and without question are all males.  They cannot be my tag team partner in SCW so there would be no point for me to meddle into that genre of wrestling.  So I’m going to stick to what I know and that is dominating the singles competition.”

She winks at the competition and leans back.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think Lucy is a horrible person.  Sure she may be a little weird but that shouldn’t take away from the fact that she’s a decent competitor in the ring.  Like I said earlier, she’s beaten me in the ring before so that right there proves that she’s a decent competitor.”

Another shrug rolls of her shoulders as if she didn’t really care about the things she was saying.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd here’s another little thing about the match on Sunday: Polly want a Cracker will be sitting at commentary with her championship, watching the match.  She’ll say her two cents or whatever she really wants to while I’m in the ring, trying to compete for the right to face her for that championship she wears so proudly.  What she doesn’t realize is that she will be watching the match, knowing that I will be coming for her championship after I beat Lucy Seraphina.  She should know that she only has a short amount of time left with that championship.  Because it will be mine sooner or later.  It’s my newfound goal.  Want to know my other goal?”

An evil glint takes up in her eyes as an evil smirk spreads across her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œMy plan is to make the Bombshell Internet Championship bigger than the Bombshell Championship.  Just how am I going to do that?”

She tilts her head to the side as she smirks at the camera.


;;MIKAH  â€œWell, it’s already started.”

She lets out a small laugh before grabbing her phone to pull up Twitter.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd I’d like to personally thank Chelsea Payne for starting it on Twitter.  She started all the buzz that is now around the Bombshell Internet Championship.  She started it last Sunday night by sending out a tweet saying that she was now hashtag, Team Mikah.  And why shouldn’t she be?  She should’ve beaten Raynin.  Then it could have been me and her in the final match that would determine who’d face Polly Playtime for the Internet Championship.”

She makes a face again.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut however, Raynin did beat Chelsea and so Chelsea started the whole Team Mikah thing on Twitter.  And it should be a thing because well, you all know how successful I was when I was the Bombshell Champion.  So, now I’m making it my thing to be even more successful with the Bombshell Internet Championship and make it bigger and more sought after than the Bombshell Championship.  And how it will get under people’s skins when I win the championship because you think I was a horrible person when I was the Bombshell Champion?  You just wait to see what I have in store for all of you as the Bombshell Internet Championship.”

The arrogance was well seen through her face and heard in her words.  She believed everything she was saying.

;;MIKAH  â€œThe hours are ticking by and it’s getting closer and closer to Sunday night.  And while I wonder what Lucy is doing and how she is preparing for a match that I don’t think she should get, I can’t help but wonder what Raynin is doing.  Is she going to watch this match and then when she sees that I win, will she cower in fear?  Because I beat her and took the Bombshell Championship away from her and refused to give it back to her.  Will she know that all she’s hoping for right now is going to just be a pipe dream?”

She tilts her head to the side once again, a smile playing on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause once again…I will beat her but first, I have to beat Lucy.  Lucy who believes in a lot of things that I don’t.  Lucy a girl who once beat me but she won’t be able to do that come Sunday.  I’m going to be the Mikah that she never really got to face.  She won’t get away with an easy win come Sunday.  Nothing is going to be easy for her on Sunday.  She is going to give me everything she can to try to take the win away from me but I have a secret…”

She leans forward a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m better than her.  I’ve always been better than her; my past record states it.  People say I’m a bitch and that I’m conceited and they’re absolutely right.  I am a bitch and I am conceited but it should ALWAYS be about me when it’s my match.  People can fault me for that all they want but it gets shit done, doesn’t it?”

She smirks again.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m not going to apologize for being a bitch.  Or for being too wrapped up in myself.  Because if I’m not focused on myself, who is going to be focused on me?  If I don’t worry about my career, who else is going to?  I’m going to remind everybody on Sunday just why SCW should be all about me all over again.”

She winks at the camera again.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd show Lucy Seraphina what it means to actually face me when I’m at my best.  She’ll go back to wishing that I was still like I was a year or so ago.  Because beating me when I’m at my best is no easy feat.  Ask Crystal Millar.  It took her a long time before she could beat me.  And she still didn’t beat me at my best.”

She reaches up and tucks her blonde locks behind one of her ears.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m ready for Sunday.  I’m ready to win and to force everybody to realize that a change is about to happen.  The change in the scenery is going to be the best thing for SCW and it’s time for me to break even more records in SCW.”

She stands up and fixes the bottoms of her ring attire.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s time that the fans and the people I work with remember just who I am in the company.  And it’s time for everybody to remember just why I held the Bombshell Championship for as long as I did.  And it’s about time I remind everybody of that.  And Lucy?”

She grins.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m going to start with you.  I hope you’re ready because I’m going to see you on Sunday whether you are or you’re not.”

She laughs a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œSee you Sunday.”

She blows a kiss to the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

 
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<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "THE VIEW."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE i
REC•

Mikah looks in the mirror in the bathroom of the dressing room she was in as she waited to appear on The View.  She wasn’t sure how Ruby got her all these opportunities, but she was grateful for them.  She fixes the short skirt of her turquoise dress before turning to the side to admire the silver sequined tiger like stripes on the sides.  She adjusts the straps on her shoulders before looking down at her glittered stiletto silver pumps before she walks over to the couch and plops down next to her husband, Drake Green.

;;MIKAH  “I hate waiting.”

Drake chuckles as he pats her leg before he shoots a look to Mikah’s bodyguard, Brody.

::DRAKE GREEN  “It’s okay.  Be patient, Miks.  Enjoy your time with me.”

She gives him a look before leaning against him a little.  She was more patient than she’d been in the past.  That was asking too much out of her.

;;MIKAH  “Babe, I spent all last week with you and will be spending half of this week with you.  Don’t you think that’s a lot of time spent together?”

She gives him a look and he grins at her before leaning over and pecking her lips with a kiss.

::DRAKE GREEN  “All I ask for is every day.  I don’t think that’s too much to ask of, right?”

She just shakes her head before looking at the door then looking at Brody, who looked out of place.  But he was doing his job.

;;MIKAH  “Needy needy.”

She nearly jumps out of her seat as somebody knocked at the door and she relaxes when a stagehand peeks their head in.

ΘΘSTAGEHAND  “Okay, Mikah.  Follow me.”

Mikah takes a deep breath before giving Drake another kiss before getting up to follow the stagehand.  Brody doesn’t hesitate in following her as they wind through the hallways to get to the stage where the show was set up.  They hook a wireless small microphone up to the top of her dress.

ΘΘSTAGEHAND  “Okay, go on.  Don’t tug at the cord of the microphone.”

The guy gives her a nod as one of the ladies introduce her on the show.  She glances at Brody, who was going to be in her eyesight but not visible to the studio audience.  She takes a deep breath before walking out onto the stage, a smile on her face as she waves to the fans.  She walks over to the table and takes a seat next to Candace Cameron Bure.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Welcome to the show, Mikah.”

Whoopi had a genuine smile on her face and Mikah smiles back politely.

;;MIKAH  “Thank you for having me on the show, Whoopi.”

««CANDACE CAMERON BURE  “I hope you’re all recovered from your Thanksgiving weekend.  I know it took me a while to recover from all that food!”

Mikah chuckles along with the group of women as she crosses her left leg over her right, trying to blend in with them.

;;MIKAH  “I’m great.  Happy to be here and happy to have a great opportunity on Sunday.”

Mikah smiles warmly at the group of women.  This was different for her as most women didn’t really like her.  Mikah glances around the table at the women; Candace Cameron Bure, Whoopi Goldberg, Raven Symone, Joy Behar, Paula Faris, Jedidiah Bila, Sunny Hostin, and Sara Haines.  A lot of women and almost too many for Mikah to even like.

««JOY BEHAR  “So, you’re married, right?”

Mikah simply nods her head, a shy smile crossing her face.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, I’m married.”

She looks down at the ring on her finger before looking around the table at the ladies.  She still felt like a newlywed when she talked about her marriage to Drake.

««RAVEN SYMONE  “To Drake Green.  The moviestar.  So, how’s that going for you?”

Mikah smiles as she looks up and out into the audience.  She scans them, her eyes moving over the people and she knew she was looking for him.

;;MIKAH  “It’s great.  Better than I thought it would be, honestly.  I’ve been married before and married life has never been as it is right now.”

««CANDACE CAMERON BURE  “Did he come with you today?”

Mikah nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Yes he did, he’s in the dressing room.”

The cameras show Drake in the dressing room and he waves at the camera, a smile on his face before the camera focuses back on the group of women.

««SARA HAINES  “Man, he’s good looking!  Are all SCW stars that good looking?!”

Sara pauses for a moment before leaning in.

««SARA HAINES  “That is where you met him, right?!”

Mikah laughs a bit before nodding her head.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, that is where Drake and I met.  We met at Summer XXXtreme III and let’s just say, you could cut the sexual tension between him and I with a knife.  We only admit it now that we both wanted to do naughty things together but back then, it wouldn’t have even been spoken out loud about.”

Mikah shakes her head.  It always amused her when she thought back to when they’d first met and they hadn’t really liked one another but it was always in their minds that they should just fuck and get it over with.  And here they are, married.

;;MIKAH  “It’s just weird to think that a year ago, him and I weren’t even on the same page and now here we are, married for four months tomorrow.  It’s crazy how things happen.”

She smiles at the ladies before running her fingers through her blonde locks, thinking about Drake before she remembers that she needs her head on straight.

««JEDIDIAH BILA  “So, with you being constantly booked in SCW, how do you make it work with your husband?”

;;MIKAH  “He goes with me.  I don’t like to go by myself and he has a lot of free time, so he just goes with me.”

She shrugs her shoulders before smiling at them once again.

««SUNNY HOSTIN  “So how will your week go as you prepare for Sunday?  And you have a big match, right?  Not just a match that’s kind of pointless, right?”

Mikah nods her head with a smile on her face.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, it’s a big match.  Probably the biggest one on the card.  I’m in the main event and I’m facing Crystal Millar for the Bombshell Championship.  And I will probably prepare for the match the same way I always do.  I’ve won the championship before and held it for a record setting nine months.  I don’t have a specific routine; I just do whatever it feels like I need to do.”

She just shrugs her shoulderes.  Sure, she could have made something up but it was true.  It depended on the day and it depended on her mood as well.

««CANDACE CAMERON BURE  “I don’t know if you’ve seen Fuller House yet but there’s an episode where I step into the ring and do some moves.  I know I was just acting, but how does it really feel to step into a ring?”

;;MIKAH  “Normal?  I don’t know, it’s my life and I’ve been doing it for almost ten years now that stepping into a ring doesn’t have any different effect on me than spending time with my daughter.  It’s like second nature to me.  But it is different stepping into a ring, knowing that you could gain something if you win.  Like on Sunday when Crystal and I compete against one another, there’s a very high chance that I am going to walk out of the arena the Bombshell Champion and close the show with the championship changing hands.  Very high chance.”

She wasn’t trying to sound arrogant, or overly cocky but she was just stating the odds.

««RAVEN SYMONE  “And why do you say that?  Crystal Millar has been nothing but a credible champion since she got the belt.”

Mikah gives Raven a look and shakes her head to herself before looking around the audience.  It was as if Raven hadn’t been paying attention to SCW.

;;MIKAH  “I know you probably don’t really watch the show but Crystal Millar hasn’t been able to beat me.  Every time that her and I step into a ring to compete, I walk out with the win.  It’s not arrogance, it’s not me boasting, it’s me stating the truth.  She hasn’t been able to beat me.  And I’ve won fair and square against her every single time.”

She shrugs her shoulders.  She wanted them to know that because it was an important thing to know.  She needed them to realize that she wasn’t going to just let Crystal retain the belt.  She was going to make sure Crystal felt that pressure put on her when she remembers the streak.

;;MIKAH  “And before you say it, I know she could beat me because it’s just how the game works.  But I’m going to be determined not to let her beat me because it feels nice to have that over her.”

She grins before leaning back in her chair, relaxing a little bit.

««PAULA FARIS  “If you were in Crystal’s shoes, how would you feel right now?”

Mikah presses her lips together as she hadn’t been asked that sort of question before.  Not about being in somebody else’s shoes.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t know.  I mean, if I was in Crystal’s shoes, I’d be worried.  Because I do have those wins over her and she hasn’t been able to beat me and that has to be in the back of her head as she prepares for our match.  Is she thinking that she’s going to have only six more days with her championship?  I don’t know, she very well could be.  Or maybe she’s feeling confident that she can finally have the chance to prove that she can beat me.  I don’t know.  Maybe that is what she is hoping to achieve this weekend.  I know she doesn’t want to let go of the championship but she may not have that choice.  Because I want it back now and there’s not going to be anything that stops me.”

She smirks a bit before looking around the audience again, subconsciously looking for Cameron.  She felt that he was here, in hiding.

««SARA HAINES  “There’s been a buzz on Twitter about your bosses and that eventually, the roster is going to have to pick sides.  Who’s side are you on?”

Mikah makes a face.  She didn’t want to pick a side, she just wanted to go to work and do what she was supposed to do.  But she knew that wasn’t going to stay an option for very long.

;;MIKAH  “I plan on not picking a side for as long as I can hold out.”

She smiles warmly at the hosts of the show before looking down at her lap.  She was actually feeling comfortable with these ladies and it has taken her by surprise.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Now you have two different finishing moves, correct?”

Mikah nods her head, a smile on her face.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “How did you decide on those as your finishing moves?  And which do you like the most?”

She tilts her head to the side, thinking about the question that Whoopi had asked her.”

;;MIKAH  “Well, I love submission moves, I really do.  And the other one is a quick move to get the win within a matter of seconds.  Quite literally, too.”

A chuckle escapes her lips.

;;MIKAH  “As for my favorite of the two, definitely my Cupid’s Chokehold.  I love the way it’s executed.  For those fans who may not be as acquainted with wrestling, it’s a chokehold using your feet and legs.  It’s also known as the gogoplata, if that helps anything.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears again, trying to keep it out of her face but it was proving to be a difficult task.

««JOY BEHAR  “Would you be able to demonstrate it?  Because I would love to see it executed in person.”

;;MIKAH  “Well, I’m wearing a dress. . .”

The girls laugh before looking around.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “I’m sure that we could get a volunteer from the audience!  What do you guys say!?”

The fans in the audience cheer loudly and Mikah shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  “Can’t do that, it’s a liability.”

She presses her lips together, thinking.  She bites on her bottom lip a little bit, an idea having popped into her head but she didn’t know if the person she thought of would go for it.

;;MIKAH  “Well, I do have a small idea…But I don’t know if it will work or not....”

She had an unsure look on her face as she looks at Whoopi then at the others.  Drake might not like this but she was about to put him on  the spot.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Please tell…”

She hesitates, wondering in her mind how Drake would deal with this.  But she’d call him out anyways.

;;MIKAH  “You see there’s this certain SCW Hall of Famer in the back . . . that I wouldn’t mind showing my panties to.  And I’m only saying that because the move would allow him to look up the skirt of my dress.”

She blushes a bit.

««JOY BEHAR  “Your husband!  Would he come out here and let you demonstrate it?!”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders at the question.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe.  Drake, would you pretty please come out here?!”

She pouts her bottom lip out at the camera, knowing full and well that her husband was watching backstage.  The fans start to chant, “DRAKE!  DRAKE!  DRAKE!” to try to get him to come out on stage.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t know if he’ll come out here or not.”

««CANDACE CAMERON BURE  “Nothing like putting him on the spot!”

Mikah laughs before shrugging her slender shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “He loves me.”

The audience cheers as Drake Green walks on stage from the left.  Mikah smiles widely before getting up and walking over to him and greeting him with a hug first then giving him a kiss.  She slides her hand into his before tugging him over to the table.

;;MIKAH  “Everybody, this is my husband, Drake Green.  Drake, this is everybody.”

Drake waves before shaking the women’s hands before looking at Mikah, who grins a bit sheepishly at him.#

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Is that the look she gives you when she wants something, Drake?”

Drake looks at Mikah, who is smiling shyly at him with an innocent look in her eyes.  He laughs as he looks back at the women and nods his head.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Yep, that’s the one.  Works most of the time, too.”

The women laugh and Mikah rolls her eyes, a bit playfully before grabbing Drake’s hands in her own.

;;MIKAH  “Baby, will you let me put my Cupid’s Chokehold on you?”

::DRAKE GREEN  “Baby, you’ve already married me, I don’t think I need to be in your chokehold for you to get me.”

He winks at her and she blushes, giving him a look and shoving him a bit.

;;MIKAH  “Not what I meant, baby.  I meant my finishing move; these ladies want to see it demonstrated.  I promise I won’t put any real pressure on your neck, and will just show them how it’s applied.  Promise.”

Drake rubs the back of his neck, acting like it’s a hard decision.  Mikah pouts her bottom lip out.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “C’mon Drake!”

««JOY BEHAR  “We want to see it!”

««CANDACE CAMERON BURE  “Please!”

Mikah laughs at the women, who seemed all too eager to see the move executed.  Drake smiles and leans down and kisses Mikah on the cheek.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Of course.  I trust you.”

He gives Mikah a look and she just grins at him before she slips off her stiletto heels, coming back down to her normal 5’8 height.  Drake stands there and she bites onto her bottom lip as she whispers for him to move into the right position before she moves into a sitting position then wrapping her legs around his upper shoulders before moving one leg so it’s between his neck and her foot is between his head and her other foot.

;;MIKAH  “Now this is the move and to apply pressure, I’d push on my foot or pull on his head if I were to really want him to tap out.”

Drake chuckles before kissing her shin before she lets him out of the hold.  He stands back up and helps her up before leaning in and whispering in her ear.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Nice panties.”

She blushes a bit as she intertwines her fingers with his.

;;MIKAH  “Thank you baby for helping out.  I love you.”

Drake wrinkles his nose at her before stopping them in front of the table and pulling her into him and kissing her full on the mouth.  His hands found their way just above her butt and her hands found his face, pulling him closer as they kissed.  He releases her and pulls away from the kiss.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Love you too.”

The audience awe’d before he jogs off stage, waving goodbye to them as he does so.  Mikah blushes a bit before sitting back down in her seat.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Now that could probably do some real damage if you wanted it to.  That’s right against their trachea, right?”

;;MIKAH  “Right.  I love the move and I’ve threatened to use it improperly against my opponents to maybe scare them a bit but I tend to use my other finisher because it’s quicker and easier to do so.  Also, I’ve been put in a lot of triple threat matches and submission holds aren’t easy to win with when you’re in those sort of matches.”

She shrugs her shoulders, not really worried about it at the moment.  She was still reeling from the move and the little PDA that her and Drake had shown a few seconds earlier.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Now Mikah, on Sunday if you were able to win with a submission hold, would you go that route?”

She nods her head.

;;MIKAH  “Without a doubt, Whoopi.  There’s no better feeling than making your opponent tap out because there’s no other option for them to pick.  And I desperately want Crystal to tap out on Sunday.  I want to take my championship back and be the top Bombshell that SCW has once again.  I was there before and I think I’m ready to be there again.”

She smiles as she sits there, her legs crossed under the table.

««RAVEN SYMONE  “Last time you were champion, you held the belt for nine months.  And it’s safe to say that nobody liked you as the champion.  If you were to win the championship on Sunday, do you think things will be different this time around?”

She bites her bottom lip, thinking about the question.  Last time, she’d caused a lot of the Bombshells to go on strike because of her drinking.  She found it comical and she still does to this day.

;;MIKAH  “I think so.  This time around, people know what I’m capable of.  They know what I can do as the Bombshell Champion.  They shouldn’t think that the championship reign I’d have this next time would be a fluke because I’ve proved myself to the fans and to everybody in the back.  You don’t get to be a dominant Bombshell without earning a little respect.  And then you add the fact that I caused a lot of the Bombshells to go on strike when I was champion almost a year ago, that just makes everything better.  And why do I think that’s better?  It proves that they felt they couldn’t beat me.  They didn’t care about the working environment because it’s not ballet.  They were downright mad that I hadn’t been beat yet and they wanted to find an easier way to take me out so they thought up a strike.  It didn’t really go anywhere but we’ll see if that is what they do this time around.  If I win, of course.”

She smiles pleasantly at the camera.

««SARA HAINES  “What happens if you don’t win on Sunday, Mikah?  What will your path be then?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t know.  Maybe I’ll take a hiatus and try to be a mommy again.  I don’t know.  I will face that hurdle when the time comes.”
She just shrugs her shoulders again, a smile on her pretty face.

««WHOOPI GOLDBERG  “Well, thank you for coming on the show today, Mikah.  We really appreciate you being here.”

;;MIKAH  “Thanks for having me.  It’s been a pleasure.”

She grins again and shakes the girls’ hands.

««CANDACE CAMERON BURE  “And for everybody that’s watching at home and for the people in our audience today, don’t forget to tune into SCW on Sunday to watch their episode of Climax Control and to see Mikah go up against Crystal Millar for the Bombshell Championship!  We’ll be right back.”

Mikah waves at the fans before relaxing as they go to commercial.  She thanks them again before hopping down from her chair and going backstage to find her husband so they could go home.

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "CHRISTMAS SHOPPING."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:5
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
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Mikah had finally convinced Drake that they needed to do a little shopping together for Christmas.  He of course drug his feet for a while before she mentioned that it was four months today that they’ve been married and they needed to celebrate.  Of course, celebrating would come after the shopping but it was all in due time.  They were in Macy’s looking at the purses that were locked away in a glass display case.  Drake groans, loudly.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Mikah, Leighton is eleven years old, she does not need a purse that is almost 500 dollars!  That’s ridiculous!”
Mikah gives him a look as she picks out a black medium purse with a chain shoulder strap.  It had metallic embellishments all over the front of the purse.

;;MIKAH  “It’s not 500 dollars, Drake.  It’s 478 dollars!”

She sticks her tongue out at him in a childish manner before telling the sales lady that that was the purse she wanted.  Leighton would love it.  Drake shakes his head as Mikah pays for the purse and he shoves his hands in his pants pockets.

::DRAKE GREEN  “It’s still ridiculous; she’s eleven.  What is she going to do with a five--478 dollar purse?!”

;;MIKAH  “Drake, she’s a girl, she can use this purse for the rest of her life.  I change my purses out all the time!”

Drake shakes his head as Mikah smiles politely at the cashier as she grabs the sack before grabbing Drake’s hand to pull him to another part of the store.  He sighs as he follows along.  She stops in the juniors section as she spots The North Face© jackets.  She lets go of Drake’s hands as she finds a black and white patterned one.

;;MIKAH  “Leighton would love this.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “Doesn’t she have a lot of clothes, Mikah?”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders as she finds an extra small before smiling at Drake and moving closer to him.  He looks at her, giving her a look as she leans up and pecks his lips with a kiss, her arms wrapping around his waist.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe but you love the both of us anyways.”

Drake sighs and smiles down at his wife as he wraps his arms loosely around her shoulders and neck.  He kisses her forehead as they share a hug in the middle of the store.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You’re right, I do.”

;;MIKAH  “I know.  I love you too.”

She smiles at him before kissing him once more before pulling him over to another section.  They stop at the bedding and she looks at a few different options before looking at Drake, a smile on her face.

;;MIKAH  “I think we need new bedding, babes.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “Our bedding is fine, Mikah.”

He chuckles a bit before pulling her away from the sheets and bedding.  She pouts a little bit as they walk around the store, looking at odds and ends.  She picks up a pair of white gold hoops for Leighton on the way past the jewelry counter and Drake just shakes his head at his wife’s need to buy things.  She just grins as they stop at the men’s section.  She gives him a pointed look.

;;MIKAH  “Don’t you have enough clothes?”

She was mimicking what he had been saying a few minutes ago about Leighton having enough clothes.  He shakes his head at her before he looks at a few other things before they go to a different part of the store.

::DRAKE GREEN  “I could always use more clothes, Leighton is still growing and could grow out of hers, Miks.”

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders as she turns to face him, walking backwards.  He raises his eyebrows at her as she walks backwards, still facing him.  He grabs her hands and pulls her over to him and she giggles before wrapping her arms around his neck as she leans up on her tippy toes.

;;MIKAH  “That’s maybe true. . .but she still needs the best clothes out there.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “Why?  She’s a kid, she’ll just ruin them.”

Mikah frowns at Drake’s logic before shrugging her shoulders and pulling him away as she grabs a pair of The North Face© gloves to go with Leighton’s jacket.  She grabs a matching hat before looking at Drake before grabbing another hat and putting it on her own head.

;;MIKAH  “Maybe.  But she still has to wear clothes, Drake.  And they might as well be high end clothes all the same.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “You’re crazy.”

Mikah grins and wrinkles her nose at him before turning around and looking through a few more things before leading Drake over to the counter to pay for the things.  She smiles over her shoulder at her husband as the cashier rang up the things she set on the counter.  She waits patiently before swiping her card once and filling out everything else.

;;MIKAH  “Merry Christmas!”

Drake smiles at her as she hands him her shopping bags before she pulls on her North Face coat that’s teal and turquoise before she grabs Drake’s hand, taking some of the shopping bags.  They walk out into the chilly November weather, hand in hand and she starts walking off in one direction until Drake pulls her up against him.  She looks up into his eyes, grinning up at him.

::DRAKE GREEN  “I love you, you know that?  You continue to surprise me every day.”

;;MIKAH  “Is that a good thing?”

She tilts her head to the side, moving closer to him as people pushed past the couple on the sidewalks.  He grins and nods his head.

::DRAKE GREEN  “It’s definitely a good thing.”

;;MIKAH  “I love you too, by the way.”

She flashes him a smile before they begin to walk down the sidewalk,  She glances around, taking in her surroundings.  She pulls the shopping bags up a bit, trying to get a better hold on them as she walks with her husband at her side.

;;MIKAH  “Let’s got get some ice cream babe.”

Drake raises an eyebrow at her.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Even though it’s just barely above freezing point?”

Mikah nods her head, a happy smile on her face.

;;MIKAH  “I’m always up for some Cotton Candy Ice Cream, Drake.  You should always remember that.”

She winks at him before giggling again.  He just shrugs his shoulders and lets her do the leading on their anniversary of four months.  He was happy just to be with her and she was happy to just be with him.  They find an ice cream shop nearby that Mikah’s been to before and she smiles at Drake before pulling him into the little place.  She had issues with eating but she couldn’t turn down ice cream or cotton candy flavored anything.

;;MIKAH  “What kind are you gonna get, babes?”

She turns to face Drake but is instead face to face with a man who looked identical to Christian Othniel.  She blinks a few times before looking for Drake, glancing back at Christian’s twin.  She finds Drake over by the rows of candy and she slips her hand into his, smiling at him as he picks out some candy then they get their ice cream cones; Mikah with cotton candy and Drake with getting his favorite as well.  Mikah glances over her shoulder as they leave the ice cream shop and she gets one last look at the Christian Othniel look-a-like.

FLASHBACK TO DECEMBER 2015.

Mikah and Christian Othniel were at her house in Las Vegas and were still up after a night of drinking.  They were sitting at the counter in the kitchen, a bottle of water between them.  She wasn’t saying anything and he was just staring at her as she looked slightly like a hot mess.

;;MIKAH  “Stop staring at me, Christian.”

Christian laughs and reaches over the counter and brushes Mikah’s hair out of her face and she smiles a bit at him.  She moves over to sit next to him but he stands up.

»»Christian Othniel  “Let’s go sit on the couch, Miks.”

She nods her head and follows him into her living room and they plop down on the couch, Mikah leaning up against him.  They look out the window before Christian looks at her, his eyes looking into hers.

»»Christian Othniel  “Why don’t you divorce him, Miks?  I know you don’t love him anymore.”

Mikah sighs as she looks at Christian, wanting to avoid this conversation.  She knew that Gavin didn’t like Christian and Christian didn’t like Gavin.   It was just how things were and it made her life complicated.

;;MIKAH  “Do we have to talk about this?!”

Christian nodded his head before leaning down and kissing her lips.

»»Christian Othniel  “Yes, because while you’re still married to him, we can’t do the things that we want to do.  Like that.”

;;MIKAH  “We can, he doesn’t have to know.”

She looks at Christian and he leans down and kisses her again before pulling his lips from hers.

»»Christian Othniel  “You don’t want to give him any ammo to use against you when you do get a divorce from him.”

She presses her lips together before leaning back against the couch.  She didn’t want it to be this difficult.

;;MIKAH  “How do you know Gavin and I will get divorced?”

Christian gives her a look and she just simply shrugs her shoulders at him, not wanting to agree with Christian.

»»Christian Othniel  “Miks, it’s obvious that you can’t stand him anymore and that he’s not the person you fell in love with.  You don’t even treat him like he’s your husband anymore.  You treat Drake Green better than you treat your own husband.”

She scowls at the mentioning of Drake Green before looking at Christian.  He smiles at her, tucking her hair away from her face once again.

;;MIKAH  “Gavin is just so annoying and I regret marrying him.  He acts like my success isn’t the same as the success he had in Uncensored Inc.  And I disagree!  My success is better because it’s longer and I’ve been breaking records and setting new records.  He thinks that just because I’m a girl, my success and achievements don’t matter as much as his.”

She was scowling more and more as she explained what she thought.  She didn't like always harping about Gavin but Christian was the only one who would listen to her and not tell her to just leave him because he knew it wasn't that easy.

;;MIKAH  “And every time I try to tell him how I feel, he comes up with some excuse or throws something in my face, disregarding my feelings.  It’s just so frustrating.  This is the only marriage I regret.  I respect Alexander Fabb more than I do Gavin Stephens at the moment.”

She makes a face as she thinks about what she had said and she sighs before looking at Christian.  Christian offers her a small smile before leaning down and pecking her lips with a quick, chaste kiss.

»»Christian Othniel  “He’s a jerk, Mikah.  I’ve tried to tell you that over and over but you wouldn’t see it.  I wanted to shield you from this for a long time.  But you have to make your own mistakes.”

She sighs and runs her fingers through her straight blonde locks before flicking her eyes up to meet his.

;;MIKAH  “How did I get so lucky to have a great friend like you?”

»»Christian Othniel  “I don’t know but maybe you should listen to me more.”

He wrinkles his nose at her and she smiles back, moving and resting her head against his shoulder.  She watches the night from the window as they stay cuddled up on the couch.  She was so comfortable around him; more comfortable around him than she was her own husband and that little fact was setting off warning bells in her mind.  How was she going to deal with Gavin?

END OF FLASHBACK.

Drake gives Mikah a weird look as they walk to where she had parked her car.  She blushes before offering him a small smile, hoping he wouldn’t press her to talk about it.   He knew about Christian and how important Christian had been in her life but he didn’t know everything.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You okay, babe?”

;;MIKAH  “I’m okay babes, promise.”

She flashes him a smile as they continue to walk, breathing in the crisp pre-winter air.  She smiles at Drake as they walk into the parking garage where her Ford Mustang is parked.  She presses the trunk button twice before opening it and placing the shopping bags inside.  He watches her, noticing something was off about her behavior but he didn’t want to push her.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Now where to?”

;;MIKAH  “Let’s go take a bubble bath at home before we go out tonight to celebrate our four month wedding anniversary.”

Drake nods his head, open to whatever it was that Mikah wanted to do to celebrate their marriage.  She tosses him the keys, much rather him be driving in the chaos then her.  She slides easily into the passenger’s seat, aware that he was watching her closely as her attitude had shifted a bit.  He gets in the driver’s side and starts the car before looking over at Mikah.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You can tell me whatever it is, babes.  I won’t love you any less.”

She looks at him, a bit of despair in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  “I saw a guy who looked exactly like Christian.  It took me back to a memory that happened almost a year ago from now.  It wasn’t anything special, just him and me talking but it was just hard to remember.  But that guy looked exactly like him.”

Drake reaches over and gives her hand a squeeze before he carefully backs the car out of the parking stall and then puts the car in drive, watching her for a moment.  He drives them out of the parking garage before reaching over and intertwining their fingers together as he holds her hand, driving with his other.  She smiles at him, loving how he was such a good husband and seemed to care about her, even when she felt like she didn’t need that.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Are you okay?  Do we need to stop somewhere else on the way home?”

He was trying to be supportive and Mikah really appreciated that from him.  She brings his hand up and kisses the back of it before placing it back in her lap.  She would have never believed somebody if they’d told her last year that she’d have gone through a divorce and got married to Drake Green all within a span of six months.  Because it was hard to believe.  She still sometimes had a hard time believing it.
;;MIKAH  “I love you, you know that?”

She looks over at him.

;;MIKAH  “I know I say it a lot but I really want you to know how much I freaking love you.  I didn’t tell Gavin very much that I loved him because I didn’t really love him, not like how I love you.  And I want you to always know how much I love you.”

She blushes a bit, knowing how mushy-gushy it sounded.  But she also didn’t care, this marriage felt different than the one she’d had to Gavin.  It was more loving and nurturing and not so hostile all the time.

::DRAKE GREEN  “I know, babe.  And I love you too.  I definitely don’t get tired of hearing you say that you love me.  It’s easy to hear.”

He winks at her and she laughs a bit before shaking her head, feeling in a much better mood than she was a few minutes ago.  She turns the radio to the Christmas station before beginning to sing along to All I want For Christmas is You by Mariah Carey.  Drake laughs as she purposely over does some of the singing and then he starts to sing along with her, making it a duet instead of a one person thing.  He brings her hand up to his mouth and plants a kiss on it before letting their hands drop to her lap.

::DRAKE GREEN  “All I want for Christmas is you, baby.”

She smiles at him as he ends the song.  She loved Christmas and she loved spending time with her family and this year, it was going to be different.  She was going to spend it in a loving environment with Drake, Leighton, Mitchell and his family, and MiKayla and Maddox.  It was going to be a great Christmas.  It was the first Christmas that she was going to be looking forward to since she was younger.

;;MIKAH  “Please tell me you don’t want a white Christmas.  Because I might seriously think about filing for divorce.”

She was teasing him, of course because she wouldn’t actually file for divorce for something such as trivial as that.  But she did like to tease him about it.  She may like snow but she didn’t care for a white Christmas.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You don’t like snow?!  What’s wrong with you?!  Christmas isn’t Christmas without snow, Mikah!”

He grins at her before turning the radio down and she gives him a look.

;;MIKAH  “What are you doing?”

She was skeptical of his motive as he clears his throat.

::DRAKE GREEN  “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas….Just like the ones I used to know.  Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow…!”

She hears him start to sing and she plugs her ears as if she as a child.

;;MIKAH  “La la la la la la la la la!”

She got louder and louder as he continued to sing the song.  She shakes her head as he finishes it off and gives her a cheeky grin.  She rolls her eyes before smiling at him.

;;MIKAH  “You are so lucky I love you, Drake Green.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “I think it is you that is so lucky that I love you, Mikah Green.”

He winks at her as he focuses on driving and having a conversation with his wife.  She laughs and rolls her eyes looking forward to spending the Christmas holiday with him.  She was even hoping that he’d take her to Times Square for the ball drop ceremony.  This was all still so new to her; how easy it was to be around him and hold a conversation about nothing that held any importance.

;;MIKAH  “Hey Drake…”

::DRAKE GREEN  “Hey Mikah!”

He grins and glances over at her and she gives him a look before chuckling.  She wanted to spend the whole week with him and more.  She then had an idea for their New Years Eve plans.  She peeks over at him, looking at the side of his face as he focuses on the drive.

;;MIKAH  “Can we go to Time Square and see the ball drop for New Years Eve…I really want to see it.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “Haven’t you lived in New York City for a long time?  Haven’t you seen it before?”

She blushes and looks down at her lap.  She had seen it in person before but that was with Leighton and not with the love of her life.  Drake was looking at her as if she was crazy.  And why wouldn’t he?  She had been living in New York City since she was eighteen years old, there was no way that she hadn’t seen it before.

;;MIKAH  “Yes but I want to see it happen with you.  So we can share that kiss in the middle of the city and so we can talk about it for years to come.  We can tell our kids about it when we don’t live here anymore.”

He raises an eyebrow at her, surprised that she admitted that she didn’t really want to live here for the rest of her life.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Yes, we can do that for New Years Eve.  Anything you want, babe and it’s yours.”

She smiles at him before leaning over the center console of the car and planting a kiss on his cheek before sneaking a kiss on his lips, distracting him from driving for a second.

;;MIKAH  “You are seriously the best, Drake Green.”

::DRAKE GREEN  “I know.”

She laughs before sitting back in her seat, a grin on her face as she adjusts the seatbelt, happy to keep it on to be safe in that moment.  She wanted to relive that moment for the rest of her life.

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DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL:2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM HIGH
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Mikah was dragging her feet as they got closer to the Desperado roller coaster and Drake was laughing a little at her as she continues to drag her feet, unwilling to participate but she agreed to do whatever he wanted for the day.  He had chosen to go to the Primm Valley Resorts where they had casinos and a small area that only had three amusement park type rides.  He wanted to ride the roller coaster but Mikah was dragging her feet, not really wanting to ride it.

;;MIKAH  “Can’t we do something else, Drake!?  I don’t like roller coasters!”

She pouts her bottom lip out at him before giving him her best puppy dog sort of eyes.  He chuckles as he shows the ride attendant their wrist bands, the line not being overly long.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You said I could pick what we do today, and I want to do this first.  And how can you not like roller coasters?!  Wrestling is more dangerous than a roller coaster, babe!”

;;MIKAH  “Um...no.  I could plummet to my death in a roller coaster and not in a match.”

Drake rolls his eyes as they stand in line, waiting for the people on the ride to be done with it.  Drake flashes her a smile as they move forward a bit.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Just because you’re not a high flyer in the ring, doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous for you.  Plus, this roller coaster is inspected all the time to make sure it’s safe.”

She scowls a bit before giving him a look before moving closer to him as a worker pushes past them, saying excuse me.

;;MIKAH  “Yep, somebody probably just died.  Great.  We’re next to die.”
Drake shakes his head at his wife’s overdramatic-ness.  He grabs her hand, lacing his fingers with hers before kissing her forehead.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You’ll be fine, I promise.  I’ll be right next to you.”

;;MIKAH  “You could still let me die.  Then you’d inherit millions and Leighton.”

Drake rolls his eyes once more before pulling her up as they were able to get on the roller coaster.  He tugs her to the front, choosing to sit in the front.  She pouts as he straps her seat belt into place before doing his own.  She could feel her heart racing in her chest as the handlebars come down a few minutes later and she looks at him, the fear written in her eyes.

::DRAKE GREEN  “Babe, it’s okay.  We’re not going to die, I promise.  It’s a good thing to face your fears.”

;;MIKAH  “I might have a heart attack!”

Drake leans in and kisses her full on the mouth, trying to reassure her that they were going to be alright.  She looks at him and leans against him, grabbing his hand to squeeze.  She didn’t like roller coasters and hadn’t been on one in a while.  Leighton had managed to get her on one once at Disney World in Florida but that was because it was Leighton’s birthday and Mikah couldn’t tell the child no.

::DRAKE GREEN  “We’ll go shopping after this, okay?  That will make you feel better.  But we have to ride the water ride and the other coaster before we do that.”

;;MIKAH  “Fine.  Only because you said shopping.”

Drake grins at her as the coaster starts to move and she takes a deep breath before closing her eyes, wanting the ride to be over with already.  She keeps her eyes closed as the coaster begins to chug up the first incline.  She tries to relax her breathing as the anticipation settles in her stomach.  She hated the wait and the anxious feeling she was getting.  She glances down the incline, and then screams as the coaster starts to go down, picking up speed.  She clutches onto Drake’s hand for support as they ride the coaster.  The ride doesn’t last more than two minutes before the coaster stops to let the riders out.  Mikah gives Drake a look as they undo their belts and then get out of the contraption.

::DRAKE GREEN  “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

;;MIKAH  “You’re right, it was horrible.”

Drake chuckles as they walk away from that coaster to go to the water ride.  She stretches a bit as they walk and choose not to talk about the coaster.  Or rather, she chooses not to talk about it.  She still couldn’t believe that she had actually gone on the coaster in the first place.  She glances at Drake as they get to the line and stand in line.

::DRAKE GREEN  “I think you’re okay, babe.  You survived.”

;;MIKAH  “Surviving and being okay aren’t the same things, babes.”

He chuckles and pulls her into him, kissing her quickly.  She smiles at him and untangles herself from him to stand in line.

::DRAKE GREEN  “You may be delusional, but I love you anyways.  You do like water rides, right?”

She nods her head as they stand in line, waiting for it to be their turn.  She was a lot more patient with waiting than she had been in the past.

;;MIKAH  “Yes, I do like them.”

She smiles warmly at her husband before grabbing his hand as they waited.  She looks around at the people surrounding them and wondered if any of them knew who she was.  She glances behind her and freezes for a moment, swearing she sees Cameron.