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Climax Control Archives / ∞The Final Nail
« on: April 22, 2016, 02:30:25 PM »
 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "THE TORNADO."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 9
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
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The hustle and bustle of the city always invigorated her but today she felt uneasy.  She had decided to drive to the city instead of taking a cab and she had had to park blocks away from where she was supposed to be.  So she found herself walking amongst the people of New York City.  If there was one thing she didn't like about New York City, it was the people.  And there were a lot of people in New York City.  Mikah often found herself wondering if it was worth staying in the city when she didn't like people.  But she loved the feel of the city and she loved spending time wandering through the area.  She loved stumbling upon things that no other city had and it did have one of the best schools in the nation for her daughter to attend.  But with what was on the horizon for Mikah and her personal life, she wasn't sure how that was going to go.

She stops in front of a tall building and she takes a step back, bumping into a stranger and she sends them a glare as if it was their fault that she bumped into them.  They mumble an apology and she turns her attention back to the building and just stares at it for a few moments or so.  She grabs her phone and checks the time which blinked at her 12:55 pm.  She was going to be late if she didn't go inside and she hated being late to anything.  She takes a deep breath before walking into the building and checks to see which floor she would need to go to before finding that she would have to go to the eighth floor.  She walks to the elevator and steps into it after its doors open and she presses the number eight.

She stands in the elevator all by herself and she taps her foot impatiently against the tiled floor of the small enclosed space.  It was a lucky thing that she wasn't claustrophobic.  The ride went relatively smooth and soon she was stepping out of the elevator and walking toward the receptionist's desk.  She puts her nicest smile on her face as she leans a bit on the counter, looking at the young receptionist.


;;Mikah      “Hello, I'm here to see Dr. Parker.  I have an appointment.”

The woman looks up at Mikah and smiles at the bombshell.

{}RECEPTIONIST  “Okay, what's your name?”

;;Mikah      “Mikah MiKacek.”

She watches the receptionist type a few things into the computer before smiling and handing Mikah a clipboard with some forms to fill out.

{}RECEPTIONIST  “This is just some forms to keep on file.  Has some insurance things and whatnot.  Just bring it back to me and I will let Dr. Parker know you're here.”

Mikah looks at the forms before taking a deep breath and walking over to a chair and sitting down.  She sets her purse on the chair next to her before crossing her right leg over her left and starting to fill out the paperwork.  She pauses as she comes to the relationship status, as she wasn't sure how to classify herself.  She glances up before looking back down and choosing to just leave it blank.  She comes to the questionnaire at the back of the forms and sighs before filling it out the best she could.  Once she was all finished with filling out the forms, she gets up and walks up to the receptionist desk and hands the clipboard over.  The young woman smiles warmly at Mikah before Mikah goes back and sits down and waits to be called.

Mikah lets out a breath of air as she grows impatient and starts to think that maybe it was a mistake in coming here.  But she needed to talk about some things and she didn't have anybody else to talk to about it.  She couldn't talk to Drake about it; it'd just scare him away.  And Leighton was too young to even begin to comprehend what was going on in Mikah's mind.


{}RECEPTIONIST  “Mikah, Dr. Parker is ready to see you now.  If you'll just go in through that door.”

Mikah grabs her purse and stands up, fixes the skirt of her dress before walking into the room and shutting the door behind her.  She brushes her hair out of her face and she looks at the man who was sitting behind the desk.  He was attractive and she wasn't scared to admit it to herself, even if she wouldn't admit it outloud.  The man had dark hair that he kept styled in popular fashion, much like Ashton Kutcher or Chace Crawford did when they had short hair.  She looks at him, looking into his sea foam green eyes and she smiles just a bit, thinking about how unique his eye color was.

||DR. PARKER  “Hello, Ms. MiKacek.  I'm Doctor Spencer Parker.  Would you care to sit?”

He motions to the chair in front of his desk, and she looks around the room before looking back at him.  He raises an eyebrow as if to question her antics.

;;Mikah      “Where's the couch?  I mean, I've been to two other psychologists but they sucked but they had a couch. . .”

He chuckles and raises an eyebrow at her and she frowns a bit and watches as he motions to the chair again.  She rolls her eyes and sits down in the chair, so he wouldn't insist she sit again.

||DR. PARKER  “There is no couch in my office.  It's more of a movie thing than a real life thing.  You and I will get much more covered and taken care of like this or in the chairs, sitting by one another.  I will not hypnotize you to get things out of you and I will not push and pressure you into telling me things that you're not ready to say out loud.  This is your session and you can say what you want or you can choose to not say anything at all.  It is all up to you.”

Mikah was a bit surprised as she hadn't expected him to be like that.  Two two psychologists that she had seen before, were pushy and wanted her to talk about the things that she most definitely wasn't comfortable talking about.  She knew there were things that she wasn't going to open up to him about; her eating issues and her constant running.  But she wanted to be 'fixed' to a point where she wouldn't push everybody away.

;;Mikah      “Oh.”

The difference between Dr. Spencer Parker and the previous psychologists that she had seen, was that he actually seemed like he wanted to help her.  He smiles warmly at her before getting up and moving to the chair that was to her left and angled towards her.  She watches him, and finds herself smiling back at him.  She felt at ease.

||DR. PARKER  “So, Miss MiKacek, what brings you here?”

;;Mikah      “It's Mikah, please.  Please just call me Mikah.”

Her response was instantaneous and he had barely finished his sentence before she cut him off.  He just smiles at her before making a note on his clipboard.  Originally, it would have bugged her but this time she just ignored it, acted as if she didn't see him do it.

;;Mikah      “I just....”

The hesitation was in her voice and she knew if she talked about what she was going to say, it would be real and it'd be out there and she couldn't take it back.  She looks at him, wondering if he was going to push her to go on but he just sits there, a stupid smile on his face and doesn't push her.

;;Mikah      “I...I don't know how to really put it but I...just started seeing somebody.  Somebody that I care about or could care about...”

She wasn't good at talking about how she felt about her feelings or how she felt about anybody.  It was always the downfall in every relationship she'd been in.  The one with Gavin?  It fell apart because he only cared when he was the main event and she was just there for a ride.  If you asked him, he wouldn't agree but she knew that he didn't handle it well when she was at the top of the bombshell division.  And Christian Othniel overdosed and killed himself.  Did she blame herself for that?  Yes.  But was it really her fault?  No.  She couldn't make him stop doing drugs.  She just pushes everybody away to keep them safe; safe from her destruction.

;;Mikah      “Everybody that gets close to me ends up hurt or dead.  There's no other way to describe it.”

She  bites onto her bottom lip before looking at him, wondering if he wanted to run far, far away from her.  Wouldn't you?  She was a disaster and she wasn't good at keeping people close to her.  She wasn't capable of keeping anybody close to her without hurting them.  And she didn't want to hurt Drake Green.

||DR. PARKER  “And why do you feel that way?  Why do you think that you are the reason that people end up hurt or dead?”

She sucks in a breath, feeling herself wanting to pull back and not voice her concerns or feelings.  She relaxes though or at least tries to.  She hadn't talked about Christian's death; she kept it bottled up and kept it underwrap.  She feels the tears in her eyes and she looks away from the man for a moment, trying to blink the tears away.

;;Mikah      “Because it's the truth.  My best friend killed himself because I wasn't....I didn't love...I didn't tell him I loved him enough.”

She feels the tears slip down her face before she realizes that she was crying.  She touches her fingers up to her face and she brushes the tears away from her face.

||DR. PARKER  “Why do you think you didn't love him enough?”

;;Mikah      “I did love him.  I loved him so much but I didn't tell him enough because I wasn't enough for him to stay.  For him to stay off the drugs.”

She looks down at her hands, wanting to look elsewhere and not at him.  She felt unbelievably guilty and she didn't know how to fix it.  She looks at him and tries to smile but with everything she was feeling was there.  Or some of it; the big thing was out in the open.

||DR. PARKER  “There are no words that can make you feel better about your friend's death but it was not your fault, Mikah.  And I know there is nothing that I can say right now that will make you believe any different but I believe over time and after a few different sessions, that you and I will be able to fix this.  And maybe you won't feel like it was your fault he chose to end his own life.”

;;Mikah      “I....just don't want to hurt Drake.  I'm toxic.  Christian killed himself and I realized right away that I was toxic.  So, I started to push SCW away as well.  I was close with a lot of people there but now?  Not so much.  I keep them at a distance to me.  I mean, just two weeks ago, Despy hugged me and I wanted to push him away so bad that I almost started to cry.  I wanted to cry.  That's not a normal reaction to somebody hugging you, is it?”

She looks to him, hoping he'd have an answer for her or at least tell her why she wanted to cry when Despy had only hugged her out of excitement.  And she adored Despy and she was going to prove to that traitorous scum why NOBODY was allowed to treat Despy the way she did.  But why on Earth did she want to cry when he hugged her?

||DR. PARKER  “You obviously care for Despy?  Is that his name?”

He looked at her, a slight look of confusion written on his face and she just smiled and nodded her head to confirm that.  She knew that his name was Joshua as she'd seen his dad use it on Twitter but she preferred to call him Despy.

||DR. PARKER  “You obviously care for Despy.  And maybe that feeling has reached to the point of what Christian had been to you.  On a friendly, platonic level of course because in your notes here, it says that you'd had a small, brief relationship with Christian.  I think that you feel terrified that you could get close to Despy in a sense of friends and you don't want to hurt him, so you try to keep him at arms distance so he won't get hurt by you.  I do believe, however that this is all in your head, Mikah.  You don't mean harm to anybody that you truly care about.  You cannot take responsibility for Christian's death.  I know you feel as if it's your fault that he killed himself, but over time you will see that it's not.  I will help you to deal with these emotions that you're feeling.  And I will try to help you cope with the grief that comes along with losing a close friend.  And as for you not wanting to hurt Drake, why do you think you will hurt him?  Because of your history?”

He looks at her and she wipes a few tears away.  Some of what he said made sense, other stuff just sounded jumbled to her.  She closes her eyes and wondered if she could see him two or three times a month and not be a blubbering mess.  She doubted it.

;;Mikah      “Because!  It's what I do!  Weren't you listening to what I was saying, Doc?!  I push people away from me!  I say things to hurt them so they'll leave on their own and I don't technically get to be the bad guy.  Do you think that Gavin honestly wanted a divorce?!  I wanted to divorce him back in August of 2015 but he wanted to try to work things out, so we did.  He tried to work things out with me, he tried to be more supportive but I was too involved with the company to even try to care about him!  I don't think I even loved him anymore at that point.  All I saw was a man who envied my title reign because he couldn't succeed in SCW.  And I believe to this day that he didn't want to be in SCW because he didn't have what it takes to be a star there.  And I believe that he couldn't live in his wife's shadow.  But that's not the point because I wouldn't have let him get closer if he had been able to deal with that.  I mean, he came back shortly to SCW to try to make things work with me and it didn't work.  But I didn't help with things either; I was a cold-hearted bitch to him because I didn't want him in my life anymore but I was too...chicken to deal with facing him and telling him that was what I wanted.  Because I would've hurt him and even if I wanted a divorce from him, I didn't want to hurt him.”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out before looking at the doctor.

||DR. PARKER  “How do you think you should've handled things with him then, if you didn't like the way the did end?”

Mikah rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah      “I don't know.  Maybe I should've been honest with him in August when I knew that the relationship wasn't going to get any better and that it had grown stale, and stagnant.  But I was too busy and absorbed in my career to even fully care that he was sitting at home, probably hating me and my entire existence.  And I hurt him because I voiced my opinion when he made me come home.  I told him I hated being home and hated being around him.  That wasn't...I shouldn't have done that.  But....why do I do things like that?  I don't want to do that to Drake ever.  And I know the relationship is fresh and new but my relationship with Gavin at one point had been fresh and new as well and look where that went?”

||DR. PARKER  “Not every relationship you will be in, Mikah is going to be long-lasting or for forever.  There are some relationships that just aren't made to last.  But this right here, you coming to me to try to help you cope and deal with your emotions is proof that you are trying to make the road smoother for you and Drake.  What do you want out of this relationship with Drake?”

She looks at him, a blank look on her face as she crosses her legs and then uncrosses them and then re-crosses them once more.  She was getting tired of talking about how she felt like she was a disaster.  She didn't want to feel like she was going to be a tornado in everybody's life she was in.

;;Mikah      “I don't know but I don't want it to be a disaster.  I want it...to go for the long haul.  Maybe that's crazy for me to think that he'd be in it with me for the long haul because of his own track record.  But I want there to be that possibility.  And when I'm with him, I don't feel such...contempt toward him.  I don't feel like picking fights with him and I know it's still in the very early stages but I was picking fights with Gavin after our second date.  I want to be with him for a long time.”

She looks at the doctor, feeling her heart beating fast against her ribcage.  She tries to calm herself down.  She hadn't voiced this to anybody and she knew that she needed to.

;;Mikah      “I want this to work out with him.  For as long as it can.”

||DR. PARKER  “That's a step in the right direction, Mikah.  And that's all you can hope for.  Our time is up though, as I do have another patient in fifteen minutes and I need to do some things.  Will I see you again?”

She finds herself nodding her head again as she stands up.  She was feeling much more at ease now that the session was over.

;;Mikah      “Yes, you will.  In two or three weeks time.”

||DR. PARKER  “It was a pleasure to meet you and I am looking forward to our next meeting.  As for you, I'm going to give you a little homework.  I want you to say to yourself that you are not a tornado every day before you go to bed and when you get up in the morning.”

She nods her head as she rabshe purse to leave.  She shakes his hand before glancing at him once more and then leaving his office.  She relaxes as she walks past the receptionist and toward the elevator.

I am not a tornado.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN."
LOCATION: JAPAN.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
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She walked into this small church located in the small town in Japan that SCW was in and she was wearing a sleeveless black lace dress with a cut out piece in the back.  On her feet were black stiletto pumps and she was careful as she walks down the aisle of the church.  The pews were filled with people and if you looked closely, they were pretty damn close lookalikes of SCW bombshells and superstars.  

She keeps her head down, as if to pay respect to the dead, as the coffin sit ahead at the front of the church.  Her long blonde locks were pulled back into a perfect ballerina bun and she was careful not to trip as she walked.  There were muffled cries and sniffles that filled the room, and the entire room emitted sadness, as if this really was a day for mourning.  She takes the few steps up onto the stage and glances at the coffin where Crystal Millar's picture was sitting, just off to the left.  She looks at the picture before bowing her head before walking over to the podium.  She sets her clutch down on it and looks up.  She had made sure to make her make up lady make her look as if she had been crying and her eyeliner and mascara stated just that.


;;Mikah      “Today is a sad day.  Today is a day in which we will mourn.  This is not a happy day, it's not a happy time.  I can see the sadness in your eyes; I saw it as I walked past you.  You all feel as if this could have been avoided as if this could have been stopped.  This could have been prevented if somebody would have stepped in and stopped her or done something to prove that she was the one that needed to change her ways and not spew out fake apologies.”

The blonde bombshell takes a moment to gaze over at the picture of Crystal.  She lets her look linger for a minute before she looks out to the people that had gathered at the church.

;;Mikah      “I'm not going to stand up here and say that I was a fan of Crystal's because I wasn't.  But she shouldn't have opened her big, fat mouth.  There's something to be said about a woman who picks on the nicest person to ever land in a wrestling company.  You have brought this on yourself, Crystal.  This may be a sad day for most people, and when I say most, I'm just being generous because you've angered the entire locker room of SCW.  Well, at least the Bombshell roster.”

A smirk crosses Mikah's face as she stands behind the podium.  She looks around before she looks down for just a moment before looking back up.

;;Mikah      “I'm going to stand here today, and talk as if Crystal was here and as if I was talking to her.  You are a terrible person, Crystal.  Terrible and that's coming from me, a woman who is not the most likeable and I honestly can say that I'm not a good person.  You had the audacity to go on Twitter after your match and say that you carried my friend, Despayre throughout the entire tournament to get the win.  I just have a question for you, were you high the entire tournament?  Because the last time I fucking checked, Despayre carried your talentless ass throughout the ENTIRE fucking tournament.  He oozes talent from every pore in his body whereas you can barely hack it as a movie star.  Maybe you've been knocked around the ring too much and hit your head too many times to remember whats fact and what's fiction.  But this is fact: Despayre is always going to be a better person than you.  Fact: You are only talented at garnishing heat on Twitter.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders a bit as she leans against the podium, careful to not stumble over in her stiletto heels.  She had gotten used to being barefoot or in her wrestling boots, the stilettos were different.

;;Mikah      “You heard me say that I'm not a good person, and I'll admit it over and over again.  But I don't go picking on a person who has the BIGGEST heart in the entire world.  Sure, I may pick fights with people on Twitter here and there but I would never pick a fight with every bombshell that SCW has hired.  And that is exactly what you have done.  You started that fire when you posted that tweet.  And I know that you are going to say that it was intentional and you meant no harm by it because look what you've been doing on Twitter since you last posted that tweet and people have been coming at you for it.  And you're claiming that people are bullying you and that they need to stop and whatever other bullshit that you're spewing from that trouty mouth.”

Mikah narrows her eyes at the people as if they were all Crystal Millar.

;;Mikah      “Let's move on though, because we all know you're a horrible person for picking on Despayre.  Let's get over that, shall we?”

She smirks, tilting her head to the left a little b before pausing to look around.  The shock was evident in the room.

;;Mikah      “Let's talk about me, shall we?  Crystal can go back to being dead because she's as good as dead anyways.  She's already committed career suicide.  So let's talk about me.  I'm the longest reigning Bombshell Champion in SCW history.  Fact.  I dominated the entire division for almost nine months and I beat whoever they put in front of me.  Fact.  I beat Crystal Millar twice.  Fact.  And she will say that I only beat her once because I pinned Mercedes Vargas in the triple threat match but that bitch is stupid; the loss is counted in her record as well.  Fact.  Crystal Millar doesn't even know how to pronounce her own last name.  Fact.  Maybe she should go back to Hilton.  At least then people knew how to pronounce her name then.”

She cracks a small smile before rolling her eyes.\

;;Mikah      “And we're in fucking Japan!  I don't like being overseas at all and I don't mean any disrespect to Japan but I love to stay in the State unless I'm going on my own fucking vacation.  So here I am, being forced to go up against Crystal Millar, one on one.  And for the first time in over a month, I'm not going to say that I don't care this time.  I want to make that stupid cunt bleed through her mouth on Sunday.  It's probably the only thing I'm looking forward to while being in Japan.  Maybe not but I will make that bitch pay for how she treated Despayre after Blaze of Glory.  She will feel remorse for what she said and I will make her apologize repetitively.”

She takes a deep breath, relaxing her nerves a bit.

;;Mikah      “I know, I know. I shouldn't be so upset that she had the nerve to treat Despayre that way.  Because who am I to tell her how to act when I can't even act like I care about anything or anybody?”

She tilts her head to the side, letting the quiet surround her.  She enjoyed being in the silence for a moment or two.

;;Mikah      “Because I haven't.  I haven't shown that I've cared about anybody other than myself.  I've shown that I cared about my bombshell championship and alcohol but it's been a long time since I shown affection or any sort of caring toward any person.  But I like Despayre.  He's the one person on the roster that I like consistently; I don't ever dislike him.  He has a heart of gold and even when I'm the biggeset bitch in the company, he still views me as his friend.  Who does that?  Who befriends the biggest bitch and can say to this day that he's friends with her?”

It baffled Mikah and it still did to this day.  She didn't understand what Despayre found in her.  She'd told him before that she was not a good person and that she was not good for him.

;;Mikah      “That's where she went wrong.  She went wrong with saying that about Despy.  She made horrible choices and chose to act as if her shit don't stink.  Newsflash, you may have the number one contendership but I still have my rematch.  I've yet to use it and you can bet that when I do use it, I will win and get my championship back.  There is no doubt about that but I'm enjoying the stress-free life without having the hustle and bustle of being the champion.  I'm enjoying just...living right now.  And you can knock that against me all you want, and I know she will because that's the type of person she is. She'll say how I'm not good anymore and I just don't care about the company.  But I carried the entire company on my back since I won that championship in May of 2015.  Can any other person IN SCW say that?”

She raises an eyebrow as she lets the guests think about that question.

;;Mikah      “No, they can't.  There is no other champion or previous champion that can say that they were the biggest star that SCW had.  I was kicking everybody's ass and I was showing up when I wasn't really needed.  Sure, maybe I had a party a few times but I was there.  And I was willing to do whatever it took for the company.  So if that doesn't scream love, I don't know what does.  And if any of you imbeciles don't believe that  I carried the company for the long is on fucking crack.  There is no superstar that can say that.  There's no superstar that can say that they were the face of the company.  I was the face of the company.  Whether you liked me or you didn't like, you couldn't say that I wasn't the face of the company.  Hell, I fucking caused those idiotic bombshells to threaten to go on strike because they couldn't beat me.  And they'll say because it was about my drinking but we all know it was because I am the best Bombshell that the company has and they couldn't beat me.  I wasn't an interchangeable champion, I held that belt for a long, long time.  And there's nothing anybody can say that can change that.  Nobody can discredit my championship reign.  And I'm sure that Crystal the Cunt will try to.  Will try to discredit how well I am in that ring and how well I carry myself in the ring and she'll say that my entire championship reign was a fluke.  But nine months is not a fluke; however, your entire career is a fluke, Crystal.  And you've seriously committed career suicide.  And that's your own fault.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders before letting out a small breath of air.

;;Mikah      “I'll admit that I haven't been the same person that I was during my reign the past couple of months but I was exhausted from trying too hard to just be the perfect champion.  When I didn't even get to feel as if I got any appreciation for being the bombshell champion.  Shouldn't have I gotten that feeling when I was champion?  Shouldn't I have felt as if I was appreciated?  The only person who ever showed their appreciation for me being champion was Mark Ward and I think that's because I drank with him on a daily basis.  And it was only drinking, there were no benefits.  Nobody will believe me and that's fine because I don't need anybody to believe me.  I just need my memories to know what happened.”

She winks at the crowd before taking a step back and then walks over to the coffin and runs her hand along the top of it.

;;Mikah      “So, we're gathered here today to pay tribute to a worthless cunt who definitely doesn't deserve it.  And after Sunday, she just might be hoping that she did indeed die instead of bleeding through her mouth.  I don't plan on showing her any mercy.  I hope she feels like the lousy person that she is and I hope that she knows a good doctor because she won't be able to speak for a week after I'm done with her.   I'm not going to be shedding any tears in her favor and I pray that you don't either.  Because she's not worth the tears and she's definitely not worth the time.  And I wouldn't waste the one dollar on her movies either because they're even worse than her wrestling matches.”

She stops walks as she reaches the picture of Crystal.  She tilts her head to the side, examining the picture for a moment before she pushes it over.

;;Mikah      “That is exactly where the bitch belongs; on the floor.  I hope you all weren't planning on wasting your time at a burial service, because the cunt's already buried herself.”

She steps down off the stage and walks to the aisle.  She reaches up and pulls the few bobby pins that were holding her hair in place out and shakes her head a bit, letting her long blonde locks cascade down her back as she begins to walk down the aisle, ready to leave.  She stops and looks dead at the camera that had been in the back of the churh.”

;;Mikah      “Ciao.”

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Who cares? I don't.
« on: March 04, 2016, 11:41:11 PM »
 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "INSIDE OUT."
LOCATION: PUERTO VIEJO DE LIMON, COSTA RICA..
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH
SCENE i
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It had been a lovely two weeks since last being seen in a SCW ring and Mikah was bound and determined to stay in vacation mode.  However, part of being in vacation mode had been ruined; her best friend Christian Othniel had overdosed and killed himself when she had been in St. Lucia.  She was trying to ignore the grief and sadness that was built up inside of her, that she refused to acknowledge.  But she could feel it swallowing her up and taking control of her every thought and every emotion.  She might plaster a smile on her face and acting as if everything was okay because she was on vacation.  And she was with one Christopher Burden.  Even as much as she liked him, even when she was trying hard to pretend that she didn’t; it didn’t help her grief with trying to deal with Christian’s death.  She was trying her best to stay sober and to not have a drink because she knew that one drink would lead to another and then another.  It was just how it worked.

He had found her underwater in the overly expensive bathtub in their hotel room that morning.  He had found her just laying under the water, staring up at him through the clear water.  He had stood there watching her for a minute before he realized she wasn’t coming up for air and he had to reach in and pull her above water by her arms.  He frowned at her and she had been slightly embarrassed that he had caught her.  So ever since then, he’d kind of kept an annoyingly close eye on her.


;;MIKAH  “Oh come on, Christopher.  I’m not going to do something stupid.”

She hadn’t meant to get caught by Chris.  She had thought that he was still out getting his morning coffee or hell, even still sleeping for that matter.   It had never crossed her mind that he could walk in on her doing something weird and maybe kind of suicidal.  But she wasn’t trying to actually kill herself; she was trying to see how far she could push herself before she’d pass out from air loss.  It was a stupid idea.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  “Because doing that wasn’t stupid.”

She looks at him and sighs before running her fingers through her blonde locks as they walk out of the hotel and into the beautiful, warm weather of Costa Rica.

;;MIKAH  “We’ve been over this!  I wasn’t trying to kill myself!  I don’t have suicidal tendencies!  I was just …”

She didn’t know how to explain it.  She didn’t know how to make him understand that she was just trying something.  It was a rather stupid thing to try but she wanted to do it anyways.  She wasn’t even sure why she thought it’d work.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  “Just what?  You were just what?”

She looks at him, the tears starting to pool in her eyes.  She blinks them away, even though she knows that he already saw them.

;;MIKAH  “I just wanted to see him….one more time.  And I thought maybe….if I almost died or passed out, I’d be able to see him…”

She shrugs lamely before grabbing his hand and leading him across the street towards the beach.  She was starting to get accustomed to the beach life.  And laying out and spending all day in the sun.  However, she wasn’t very sure about the ocean.  Christopher had only gotten her to go in the ocean a handful of times.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  “Miks…”

She just shrugs him off as he tries to stop her.  She wasn’t in the mood to talk about her emotions.  And he probably didn’t want to deal with her issues.  Issues that he had to deal with in the past.  Issues that no man should have to deal with.

;;MIKAH  “I’m fine, okay?  Can we just enjoy our vacation, please?”

She looks up at him as the stand in the sand now, the ocean’s waves colliding with the beach.  He looks at her, wanting to push her a bit and get her to open up but at the same time, he wasn’t sure if he should.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  “We are.  Aren’t we?  I mean, it sounded like you were enjoying vacation last night.”

He nudges her a bit, causing her to blush a bit at the comment.  She smiles at him, grateful that he was agreeing to just let it go for the time being.  The issue could be pressed at a later time, it didn’t have to be right now.  She smiles at him and before she realizes just what he was doing, he had scooped her up and was moving fast toward the ocean.

;;MIKAH  “Christopher!  Don’t you dare!”

She was squealing and laughing all at the same time.  He was bound and determined to get her into the ocean, no matter what the cost was.  And soon, he was waist deep in the water and Mikah was trying to climb up his upper torso to get away from the water.  He laughed before just dropping her into the water and she scowled at him as she feels the cool of the ocean hit her barely covered skin.  She pushes him a bit and he just pulls her into him, holding her close to him.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  “You’re okay, right?”

She pauses as she looks at him.  She had thought that maybe he’d given up on that little thought about her in the bathtub and having to pull her above water.  She just looks at him and shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t know.  My best friend killed himself and I was on vacation.  With you.  Am I supposed to be okay?”

She just looks at him, all emotion gone from her face before she simply shrugs her shoulders.  She wasn’t placing the blame on him.  She was placing a lot of the blame on herself and on Jacob Mitchell.  She solely believed that Jacob should have checked on Christian when she had asked him to.  For once, Chris was quiet.  This was as honest that she could be with him about her emotions.  And what she was feeling.

;;MIKAH  “I don’t want to talk about this.  Not right now, not when you and I are supposed to be having fun.  It’s not a good conversation to have while on vacation, Chris.”

He pulls her in closer, hugging her closer to him.  He was trying to comfort her but she didn’t want his comfort or his pity.  She scowls and pushes him away a little bit.  She then looks at him before pulling him back to her and she kisses him, full on the mouth as they stand in the ocean, oblivious to the world around them.  She knew it was illogical.  And probably wasn’t right to use sex as a way to avoid the issue but she’d been doing it for the past week or so.  And it didn’t look as if she was going to stop any time soon.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SKYPE'D."
LOCATION: PUERTO VIEJO DE LIMON, COSTA RICA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
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Mikah was not looking forward to actually having to compete on Sunday.  She thought about refusing to actually show up but then decided that she'd show up and then take two or three or four weeks off so she didn't have to do anything.  She thought about feigning an injury or sickness, claiming that she was too sick to show up to compete and didn't want to contaminate the ring or get her opponent sick but that would be an obvious lie.  She'd been in the Caribbean for almost fourteen days except that she had been back in the states the previous weekend to support Chris in his match.

So she had this all set up then, had the entire thing set up without actually having been at the arena for Chris' match.  Instead, she had Alphonso drop Chris off at the arena and she stayed in the back of the limo when he was competing.  She didn't feel as if her presence was needed at the arena at that time.  Plus, she was over everything.  Over trying to hard for a company that didn't recognize her hard work and tired of trying to be the ideal Bombshell.  It obviously got her nowhere so she was done with it.  She was done playing nice and she was done caring.  Everybody already thought that she didn't care about Sin City Wrestling before when she actually did care then but she was now done with that.  She was going to show them just how much she didn't care anymore.  There would be no more silly segments with Despy or Simon Jones.  There would be no more parts with her and Mark Ward.  There would just be the simplicity of her competing and that was it.  She wasn't going to socialize with the people that accused her of not caring; she was going to show them just how much she didn't care.  That is what they wanted, right?

So here she sat on the bed in the expensive, exotic suite in the hotel that her and Christopher were staying at.  Her laptop was open and she was logged into her Skype account.  She was wearing a heather grey tank top that swooped down low enough to show half of her black bandeau strapless bikini top and she had white short shorts covering the bottoms.  Her blonde hair was slightly a mess but still looked as if she was completely put together.  She runs her fingers through her blonde locks before seeing the call screen pop up on her laptop.  She clicks the answer button before seeing Pussy Willow's ugly face on the screen.  Mikah rolls her eyes and reminds herself mentally to put a note on her contract that Pussy Willow is NOT allowed to interview her ever again.  But it's not like Christian Underwood would pay that any attention.


~~PW  “Hello, Mikah!  It's nice to finally see your face!”

Mikah gives the woman an irritated look before faking a smile and returning the gesture.

;;MIKAH “Hello, Pusscakes.  It's not nice to see yours; you're actually ruining my vacation.”

Pussy Willow purses her lips together and Mikah simply rolls her eyes at the interviewer.  Mikah sits up a bit straighter, fixing her posture.

;;MIKAH  “Will you please hurry up?  So we can get this over with and I can go back to enjoying my vacation without feeling the urge to throw up?”

Getting straight to the point was something that she wanted to do.  She didn't want to waste time with semantics and all that stupid shit.  She was going to get the message across that she doesn't care anymore.

~~PW  “Right.  First question, at My Bloody Valentine you suffered a loss to Sam Marlowe and lost your Bombshell Championship, ending what most people would say was one of the most dominant championship reigns in SCW's entire history.  How are you feeling right now?”

Mikah rolls her eyes, having figured that she would ask an idiotic question like she just did.

;;MIKAH  “Fine.  Great, actually.  Stress free and I don't worry about any imbeciles in the back talking shit about me because they don't like the way I do things.  And before you ask, no, I'm not mad that I lost.  It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me, actually.  I hated championship matches.  I hated that stress that it puts on one's shoulders.  So, don't even ask.  I don't care that I lost.  At all.  And yes, people will call me a liar but I don't care.”

Mikah lets a shrug roll off of her shoulders as she looks at the camera.

~~PW  “You're not even worried about getting your rematch?”

Mikah simply shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  “Nope.  Because once again, I must repeat myself.  I.  Don't.  Care.”

Pussy Willow looked a bit baffled.  She was completely surprised by what Mikah had to say or the lack of words that came out of Mikah's mouth.

~~PW  “Okay. . .let's talk about Climax Control.  This will be your first match back since My Bloody Valentine.  How do you feel about that?”

;;MIKAH  “I don't care.  I simply just don't care.  About anything.  About having a match, about not having a match.  I just don't care.  Do you want to know how much I just don't care?  I'm going to show up on Sunday literally maybe only three minutes before my match, compete, and then leave a minute or two after my match.  There will be no more silly, insignificant Mikah appearances anymore.  And as much as I love Despy, there will be no more silliness with him.  Because who even cares?  Nobody truly wants to see me anyways.  And what is there to care about Pusscakes?”

Mikah lets a shrug roll off of her shoulders once again.  Pussy Willow apparently didn't like being called Pusscakes as a frown flutters across her facial features.  However, that doesn't seem to bother Mikah, who was quite comfortable on the bed.

~~PW  “I just thought that maybe you'd want to make a strong comeback after suffering a huge loss at the Super Card...”

Mikah rolls her eyes, wanting to reach through the computer and strangle the stupid interviewer.

;;MIKAH “Are you fucking stupid, Pusscakes?!  Didn't I just fucking say that I didn't fucking care!?  I don't know what it's going to take to get it through your head that no matter how you word your questions, I just don't care anymore.”

Mikah folds her arms over her chest, scowling at the camera on her laptop.  She didn't like dealing with morons that chose not to listen to what she had to say.

~~PW  “Why do you not care, Mikah?  Do you think that's fair to your opponent, Jaina Hudson?”

Mikah growls, irritably before making her hand into a gun formation and putting it to her head, acting as if this interview was actually killing her.

;;MIKAH  “Why should I care, Pusscakes?  Why should I give a flying fuck about what this company does anymore?  It's pretty evident that the company doesn't even care about me or what I did for it when I was champion.  Christian Underwood made that pretty clear last night on Twitter.  What I did as champion apparently doesn't matter and apparently didn't mean anything. So, it's as if I wasn't ever champion anyways.  Maybe I should email Mark Ward and tell him to erase my championship reign from the record books and history books because I don't fucking care anymore.  I'm done with caring and giving a shit about a match or a championship when nothing has ever been reciprocated.  I'm done.  It's obvious that Christian doesn't see me as a talented competitor, so I don't care.  He better be careful though, I may just let my contract run out and take my talent elsewhere.  But I'm sure that wouldn't bother him seeing as he believes that I don't have any talent.”

~~PW  “You honestly don't believe that, do you?  That Christian Underwood thinks that you have no talent...”

Mikah shrugs again before flipping her hair over one of her shoulders with the back of her hand.

;;MIKAH  “The truth revealed itself on Twitter last night.  He said it himself so, I'm going with what he said.  Are we done with this interview?  Christopher really needs my attention now...”

A bored look passes through her eyes before her face goes completely blank as a wave of emotion hits her.  A random memory with Christian Othniel flashing before her eyes.  She starts to breathe heavier, as if she was having a panic or anxiety attack.  She closes her eyes, squeezing them shut as a wave of despair hits her and she opens her eyes a few moments later only for a few tears to slide down her face.

~~PW  “Mikah, are you--”

;;MIKAH  “I have to go.  I can't...I can't do this.”

Mikah doesn't give Pussy Willow any time to protest or even process what was going on as Mikah ends the call and stares at the laptop.  She sits there, crying for a moment before a wave of anger hits her.  Anger at Christian and at Jacob Mitchell and even at herself for having been on vacation when he had killed himself.  She grabs the laptop and throws it as hard as she can at the wall and watches as the computer breaks into pieces and in half.  She breathes heavily, angrily before the sadness takes over again and she starts to shake before the sobs echo throughout the room, wracking her body like the plague and like she couldn't stop.  She covers her face with her hands as she lets the emotions take over her body.

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<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;"> <text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "What Happened Last Night?"
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
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JANUARY 18, 2016—Monday

Mikah groans as she pulls the covers over her face as she lies in her bed and she pushes against the body who was laying against her.  She had spent most of the night drinking with Simon Jones because she wouldn't give up.  Christian had to drive for an hour and a half down to Laughlin, Nevada to pick her drunk ass up but she didn't quite remember that.  She pushes the body that was lying next to her again but this time with her feet, groaning again.

;;Mikah “Make it stop.”

She growls in irritation as she tries to block out the entire world and pushes against the person next to her again.  This time, however she gets a response by first a growl of irritation and then words.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œKnock it off, Mikah.”

He pushes her bag as he grabs the covers and moves them off of her face to look at her, a scowl on his face.  She looks up at him, her blonde hair around her face and she smiles at him.

;;Mikah “Where are we?”

She looks at him, a curious look on her face as Christian sighs, trying his best to stay irritated with the blonde vixen.  She pouts her bottom lip out, still seeing the scowl on his face.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œSeriously, Miks?  You don't remember.”

She tilts her head to the side before groaning, the banging in her head from all the liquor she drank reminded her of her pain.  Christian sighs before handing her her usual bottle of coconut water.

;;Mikah “Fuck, did we get married?”

She sits up a bit and takes a few swallows of the cold coconut water.  She looks at him, her cheeks flushing pink as she hopes that that was not the case.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œYou're still married to that idiot, so no we did not get married.  You and some British idiot went out drinking last night after the episode of Climax Control.  You were completely and utterly wasted when you called me at 1 am to come pick you up.”

Mikah finishes the last few swallows of her coconut water and blushes as she looks at Christian.  He sighs before finally smiling a bit at her only it wasn't his full blown out smile.

;;Mikah “You drove all the way to Laughlin in the middle of the night just for me?”

She looks into his eyes, a serious look in hers.  She watches as he rubs the back of his head, looking a bit abashed.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œYeah, well...”

She smiles before pulling him to her and kissing him full on the lips.  She pulls back, looking into his eyes.

;;Mikah “You are so my best friend.”

He smiles at her before leaning down and kissing her lips again, softly before pulling away from her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI just needed money.  And somebody to entertain me.”

She glares at him but then he winks at her and she smiles, rolling her eyes as she watches him walk to the bathroom.  The dull throbbing in her head reminds her she needs two aspirin and another bottle of coconut water.  She gets up and wanders downstairs before grabbing another bottle of coconut water and two aspirin from the cabinet.  She pops two of them into her mouth before washing them down with a swallow of coconut water.

;;Mikah “Reminder to self: throw a drink on Simon Jones the next time you see him.”

She leans against the counter, looking around the kitchen of her Vegas home.  She hardly spent any real time here; her focus mainly being in New York City.  She turns around to look out the window over the kitchen sink as she twists the lid off of the coconut water and takes a drink.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œYou should eat something.”

Mikah jumps as Christian walks into the kitchen without her even hearing him and she drops her bottle of coconut water in the sink.  She sighs as she looks down, watching the liquid spill from the open mouth.  She picks it up so she doesn't waste anymore of it and sets it on the counter before turning to face Christian.

;;Mikah “You should probably stop scaring me so much, Mase.”

He just chuckles as he walks over to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œMaybe you should stop being so jumpy.”

She rolls her eyes at him before taking another drink of her coconut water, trying to nurse the hangover away.  But luckily for her, it wasn't all that bad; granted how much she drank the night before with one Simon Jones.

;;Mikah “I'm not jumpy.  I was looking out the window and you walk like a freaking cat or something.”

Her reply made him laugh and he looks at her before shaking his head a bit.  He takes a drink of his water before looking around the clean kitchen.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œHave you ever cooked in this kitchen, Miks?”

Mikah raises her eyebrows at him before looking around the room before back at him.  She lets a small giggle roll off of her tongue.

;;Mikah “Does it look like I cook, Mase?”

Christian laughs before shrugging his shoulders as he grabs a frying pan from one of her cupboards.  She raises an eyebrow, watching him with some interest.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œWell, maybe I should teach you how to cook.”

She frowns a bit as he puts the frying pan on one of the burners on her stove.  She crosses her arms over her chest.

;;Mikah “You know how to cook, Mase?  I'm surprised.  With you having lived in the streets and the middle of the ocean.”

She smiles at him, letting him know that she was only teasing.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œHey, I lived in Jacob's house for a while; I had to learn how to cook there.”

She gives him a skeptical look as he grabs some eggs from the fridge and then some cheese and ham.

;;Mikah “And just what are you trying to make?”

She watches as he then grabs the milk and then a bowl.  She watches as he cracks three eggs into the bowl and then pours a little milk in there before whisking them up.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œAn omelet.  It's simple.”

She tries not to giggle a bit as she watches him pour the eggs into the pan and then struggle to turn the burner on.

;;Mikah “Mase, are you sure you know what you're doing?”

She walks over to him and stands next to him before pressing a button on her high tech stove.  He smirks at her as she stands in close proximity to him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œOf COURSE I know what I'm doing, Miks.  I'm a pro.  At everything.”

The response made her chuckle and she covers her mouth to hide her amusement.  He just gives her a look.

;;Mikah “You didn't even know how to turn the stove on, Mase.”

She pats his shoulder before carefully pushing him out of the way and taking over for him.  She checks it before walking over to the island where he had placed the ham and shredded cheese.  She chops the ham up into tiny pieces before glancing over at Christian, who was watching her intently.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI thought you didn't know how to cook.”

Her cheeks flush a light pink color as as she walks back over to the stove and flips the omelet.

;;Mikah “No, I said I didn't cook, not that I didn't know how, Mase.  There's a difference.”

She focuses on the task at hand and she watches as he gets some chives out of the fridge and chops them up as well for her and some green peppers.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œGotta spice it up.”

He winks at her and then watches her add the things to the omelet folding half of it over the other to encase the ingredients inside..

;;Mikah “Here you go.”

She moves the omelet onto a plate and hands it to him, her eyes on him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œGreat, now make yourself one.”

She looks at him before chewing on her bottom lip.

;;Mikah “I'm not hungry, Mase.”

He gives her a look, one that she didn't like to cross and she sighs before grabbing herself a clean bowl and then carefully cracking the eggs and using just the egg whites as she scrambles them with a bit of water, salt, and pepper before pouring them onto the greased pan.  She glances at Christian, who was watching her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œDon't give me that look, Miks.  You have to eat something; you can't just go on an empty stomach all the time.  You beat this once before...”

Or so he thought.  She had just been really good at hiding things and when she had been around him, she had eaten things like a normal person.  But now that they were practically living together, it was becoming harder and harder to hide her eating habits.  She sighs as she puts some ham and cheese on her omelet and folds it over to seal it all in.

;;Mikah “I know.”

He sets his plate down and walks over to her, noticing the mix of emotions on her face and he hugs her carefully from behind.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œDon't worry about it, okay?  Just eat.”

She takes a deep breath as she feels his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace.  She looks down for a moment before leaning back into him a bit.

;;Mikah “I know.  It shouldn't be that hard but sometimes it is that hard.”

He sighs as he feels her relax and he grabs the plate she had placed her omelet on and then grabs her hand, tugging her over to the table and sets her plate down before making her sit down to eat.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œWe'll take it slowly, okay?  One step at a time.”

She offers him a smile as he grabs his own plate and two forks.  She crosses her legs as she watches him walk around her kitchen like a mad man.  She giggles a bit as he walks back over and sets his plate down across from hers and then sits down, giving her a fork.

;;Mikah “You really are a good friend; despite your evil ways.”

He sticks his tongue out at her and takes a bite of his omelet before speaking, with his mouth full.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œIt's why you love me, really.”

She wrinkles her nose before taking a bite of her own omelet.  He watches her, almost as if he was watching to make sure she was actually going to swallow it.  She gives him a look.

;;Mikah “I swear, I'm going to eat it.  I'm not trying to trick you.”

He shrugs a bit as he takes another bite of his omelet.  They were quiet as they sat there eating their breakfast.  It was a good silence and she felt comfortable to eat in front of him, even if she knew that he was still watching her to make sure she was actually eating and not trying to fake him out.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI believe you.  But I also believe that you don't want to really eat.”

She rolls her eyes before shaking her head a bit at him before taking another bite of her egg-white omelet.  She swallows the bite before grabbing her coconut water and taking another drink from it.

;;Mikah “I'll be a good little girl, Mase.  Don't worry.”

She sticks her tongue out at him in a childish way.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œGood. So, what's on the agenda for today?  More liquor?”

She shakes her head no as she looks at him, taking another bite of her egg-white omelet.

;;Mikah “No alcohol for this entire week.  I have to focus on my match.  And I'm sure that nobody that works for SCW will believe I can do it.  But I'm going to.  Plus, I'm going to bug you all day.  Force you to go swimming and all that.”

He groans but flashes her a wink as he finishes up his omelet and sits there, making sure she finishes hers as well.  He was relaxed enough to not fight what she was suggesting and he didn't seem to mind it either, because what else did he have to do?

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "#MakingaBombshell."
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•



The one thing that Mikah definitely wasn't looking forward to was being in a match against Roxi Johnson.  And it wasn't because she didn't want to compete because she loved to compete but she just didn't like Roxi Johnson.  The woman was way too cheerful and happy and there is no way in hell that somebody could be that happy ALL the time and not be high or on some sort of happy pills.  Mikah just simply didn't understand it.  So here she sat in a pharmacy like setting.  There were more than several bottles of pills scattered around her and some had spilled open and the colored pills were scattered on the floor around her.  Mikah was seated in a criss-cross style on the floor in a pair of skinny jeans that had been tucked into a pair of brown riding boots.  She had altered her 'I support Drinking Habits' shirt to be cut off just below her chest, revealing her flat, toned stomach.  The cameraman zoomed in on her, not showing the pills and pill bottles that were scattered around her.  A smirk crosses her face as she sits there as he nods his head, letting her know that they were rolling.

;;Mikah  â€œHappy, happy, happy.  Is that your theme song, Roxi?  Because if it isn't, maybe you should seriously look into changing it to that silly tune.”

She smirks a little bit as she sits there before running her fingers through her straight blonde locks.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know, this is pretty ridiculous.  All the time that is spent going into the promos that we shoot on one another and if you think about it, is it really worth it?  I mean, really.  Regina does my make up and it doesn't take her long but long enough.  And then poor, poor Isobel who has to take care of my hair so I don't go crazy on it.  And all this process leads to us eventually meeting in the ring where I'm going to kick your ass, Roxi.  I have a reputation to withhold and you don't scare me.  You and your high flying tactics don't scare me.  Do I think you're stupid?  Sure.  Do I think you're reckless?  Most definitely.  Do I think you're annoying?  More than anybody I fucking know.  Without a doubt.  But let's not talk about what goes into Making a Bombshell.”

She winks at the camera as it zooms out, catching the pills and pill bottles that were scattered around Mikah, as if it was such a normal thing.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's talk about the real issue, Rox.  The fact that you are fucking happy all the fucking time.  Twenty four hours and seven days a week, you're always so mother-fucking positive.  Maybe you should work on writing a how-to book about being so positive.  Because quite frankly, it gets on my nerves.  And that's not really a place you'd like to be, trust me.”

Mikah picks up a green and white pill and examines it.  She holds it out to the camera and the camera man zooms in the best he can to read the word Prozac on the capsule before zooming back out.

;;Mikah  â€œIs this the reason why you're always so freaking happy, Roxi?  Do you pop one or two or fucking ten of these a day to always be so in-your-face happy about things?!  Because I obvioiusly need to start taking nice lessons.  Or something because you make me look like a fucking demon or something.  I don't know.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders before grabbing her bottle of water that was placed off to the side.  She looks at the pill before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, let's see what this does, shall we?”

Mikah takes the lid off of her water bottle before popping the pill into her mouth and then taking a few swallows of water.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not sure how long it takes for a happy pill to kick in but let's wait and see if it has magic powers.  Or let's look....at this one!”

She grabs a white pill off of the floor and examines it before showing it to the camera, the camera man once again zooming in to read the word XANAX on the white pill.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is another pill that's supposed to make you feel all good and gooey on the inside.  And it apparently supposed to boost your mood.  I however do not believe in that, but let's try this one too.”

She pops the pill in her mouth and washes it down with a swallow or two of water.  She sits there for a few minutes, letting the silence settle around her.

;;Mikah  â€œHmm.  It doesn't seem to be working...”

She grabs another green and white pill and a white one.  She pops them both in her mouth and washes them both down with another swallow of water.

;;Mikah  â€œJust in case.  I want the full blown Roxi Johnson effect to take place.  Because doesn't everybody want to be as happy and peppy as you!?”
The blonde bombshell rolls her eyes but sits there, not doing anything about having just taken four pills, mixing both medication up.

;;Mikah  â€œOr I guess I could argue the case that almost everybody wants to be a super heroine like you and your stupid wife, Keira.  Maybe that's what will make you upset; if I insult your wife.  But probably not because you'll have the excuse that she can defend herself because she's a big girl.  Or whatever it is you say when she starts stupid shit on Twitter.”

Mikah shrugs her slender shoulders as she looks at the camera before sighing a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  I shouldn't be focusing on the stupid, petty stuff that technically doesn't even matter.  Because your wife won't matter when I step into the ring with you, Roxi.  My match is against you and not her.  Your bubbly, happy personality also won't be a factor on Sunday, either.  Sure, it will still be annoying as fuck but I can fix that with a punch to your fugly face.  That's all it takes to make my day better, personally.”

She simply shrugs again.  She picks up another green and white pill, examining it.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't think these things work really well, so maybe you're on some other sort of drug.  What other drug can be making you happy all the time?  Weed?  I've never smoked it, so I wouldn't know.  But it honestly wouldn't surprise me if you did because that would often explain a lot of things.”

She tilts her head to the side, thinking about what she had just said before pressing her lips together.  She lets the silence wash over the room for a moment or so.

;;Mikah  â€œI really don't know what to think of you, Roxi.  Other than you're fucking annoying.  I know you're a good competitor because you have a good record and I've seen some of your matches.  Because even though the twits backstage think that I don't pay attention to what goes on in SCW, I do.  I just love to make them think that I don't.  And apparently, it's working.”

A smirk crosses her face as she sits there, a twinkle in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œDo those idiots that I'm supposed to be co-workers with actually think that I don't know what goes on in the company that I've been dominating for eight months?!”

She lets out a laugh.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause if they do, they're sadly mistaken.  They think that I just walk out of the arena and leave whenever I want.  Sure, I do that sometimes but that doesn't mean that I still don't pay attention.  And maybe I don't watch their matches because when has any of them done anything that made me want to watch?!  Anyways, let's not get distracted by the three try-hards that would love for me to focus on them, and not on you Roxi.  It's quite selfish of them, don't you think?”

She smirks again as she flips her hair over one of her shoulders with the back of her hand.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, they're probably your friends because you view everybody as your friend.  Because that's just the type of person you are.  Am I knocking you for having friends?  No, because that'd be idiotic of me and I'm nothing like the idiots that are employed backstage.  Do you know how easily I get under people's skins, Roxi?  It's quite easy and all I have to do is act as if I don't care about SCW.  Maybe you should try to act as if you're not an obnoxiously happy person, it could do wonders for you.”

She sighs a bit before grabbing her bottle of water and taking another drink from it.

;;Mikah  â€œHowever, I do have to admit Roxi.  That you're only annoying in the sense of being too happy all the time.  I do enjoy the fact that you don't go sticking your nose in other people's business where it doesn't belong. So you do have that going for you, I guess.”

Another shrug rolls off of Mikah's shoulders as she looks at the camera before looking around her at the pills scattered around her.

;;Mikah  â€œI wonder if I took all of these pills, if it would make me into a happier person.  Hmm.  Probably not.  But you see, I don't need to be happy to be successful.  I've done that all on my own since May.  And I know, you'll more than likely bring up my friendship with Mark Ward because it's literally the ONLY thing anybody has to say about me.  And I understand because they can't say that I'm NOT a fighting champion because I've beaten everybody that Christian Underwood has placed in front of me for MY championship belt.  So they always fall back to the comments about me being a whore, which is completely untrue but if that makes them feel better, then they can continue to call me one because I simply do not care.  And they fall back on the fact that I'm friends with Mark Ward.  And they'll even go as far to say that I only won the championship BECAUSE of my friendship with him.  But let me read you a tweet that I sent out in May.  One moment...”

Mikah pulls out her phone and brings up her Twitter  app and begins to scroll through her own tweets, trying to find the one she was looking for.

;;Mikah  â€œJust a minute.  I know it's here somewhere.”

She mumbles to herself.  She stops as she finds one of the tweets she had been looking for.

;;Mikah  â€œThis tweet was sent on June 10th, 2015, so definitely after my championship shot.  And it reads:.”

She clears her throat before tugging at her shirt as she brings her phone up to eye level.

;;Mikah  â€œ'If I get some sort of disease in my match against @firstclassvero, I am going to go on strike @SCWBossHS #seriously.'”

Mikah sets her phone down on the floor before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œSo see, I wasn't even friends with Mark before my championship match.  And I believe it took a long time after wards to even become friends WITH him.  So as you can see, Roxi, those silly little remarks that interchangeable women want to make, really don't make any sense.”

She shrugs again before running her fingers through her blonde locks as she leans back just a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œJust like how it doesn't make sense that you are trying so hard to pull off the super heroine look.  Or charade or whatever it is you like to call yourself.  I don't believe in that sort of stuff.  It's not something that I have ever gotten into; superheroes and all that.  That is your cup of tea and it seems like every body else's as well.”

Mikah stretches a bit, getting rather tired of sitting on the ground in criss-cross style for so long.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I know it's not really my place to judge but it could be.  I mean, I am the Bombshell Champion, there's not many rules that I have to abide by if you think about it.  Yes, there's the actual rules in a match in which I have to abide by.  But nobody said I had to follow any other rules.  Nobody said I had to associate with any of the trollops that are backstage.”

She shrugs again, one of her usual actions.

;;Mikah  â€œI know that almost everybody has a problem with my attitude.  But Roxi, don't you think I've earned to have the right to act the way I do?  Nobody's ever even offered to want to be around me in any way.  Crystal tried before she stabbed me in the back by going for my championship.  The only friends I have in SCW are Mark, Alexis, and Despayre.  Kind of sad but I don't need a large group of friends to make myself feel secure.”

She shrugs again.

;;Mikah  â€œBut here's the thing, Roxi.  I hold grudges and when you are my friend, I'm loyal to you to a T.  I don't throw people under the bus and I sure as hell don't stab them in the back.  If you would want to know anything about me, it'd be that.  I may be a cold-hearted bitch but I'm only that way to the people that absolutely deserve it.  That have done me wrong or have been completely unfair to me in any way at all.  It's not like I just woke up one morning and decided to hate everybody I work with.”

She lets out a cold laugh before rolling her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œRoxi, you have a long list of achievements in SCW and I just have a small list but my small list of achievements are pretty solid, if you think about it.  I've broken several records in the past eight months and that is mind blowing.  Or at least it is to me.  I never even really pictured myself as the Bombshell Champion because at the time, it hadn't been something I was really aiming for.  I had just came back from a hiatus.  Won my first match back, had a small hiccup, and then BAM!  I got booked in a fatal four way match for the number one contender's match.  I mean, maybe I wasn't supposed to win and maybe it was something that Christian Underwood dreads to this day, I don't really know and trust me, I won't be around him long enough to find out but that day changed my entire course of my career here in SCW.  Nobody believed that I could hold MY championship for this long.  They thought that I was just a fluke, something that happened out of pure and utter luck but I think I've proved everybody wrong, don't you think?”

Mikah smirks as she tilts her head to the right, her blonde locks cascading down the side of her head and face.

;;Mikah  â€œOn Sunday it will mark EXACTLY eight months since I won my championship from Raynin and it will mark the day that I will reign superior over a self-proclaimed super heroine!  And I am absolutely sure that everybody will be pissed off that I won because well, they're all just waiting for me to fail.”

She wrinkles her nose up in disgust as she says that out loud.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  It's horrible for people to think that about me and I agree it is.  It is horrible for wishing for somebody to fail but that's the type of industry we work in, Rox.  One has to fail for the other to succeed.  However, it is a shame that Christian did not see this match as main-event worthy.  Because I definitely think that this match IS main event worthy.  But however, I am not the boss and for that, I am thankful.”

She nods her head as she picks up a few more pills and lets them run through her fingers and fall back down to the floor.

;;Mikah  â€œThese pills are nothing but a blatant lie. They do not up your happiness or increase the serotonin in your brain.  These companies should be sued and given the information that their product fucking sucks.”

She grabs a handful of the colorful pills and throws them at the camera with a small huff.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I don't need happy pills to win the match, Roxi.  I just need to be better than you.  And by default, I already am better than you.  Eight months at the top is a lonely place to be but it's got the best view and the best perks.”

She winks at the camera before standing up, brushing her jeans off a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI won't be in California until Saturday because I simply didn't want to go there so early.  I'm not about to see silly little tramps strutting around in a bikini three sizes two small for them.  So, I won't be seeing any of you until Sunday at the earliest because I'll probably hide in my hotel suite until then.  Because I'm not a California person.  I'll stick to New York City and Vegas for the time being.  But you know, until Sunday, Roxi.  Just remember that I will be the one to kick your ass and make you tap this time because this isn't a tag team match; this is a singles match.  And I will be victorious.”

She smirks at the camera once more before blowing a kiss to the camera before turning to walk away before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Tequila Makes her Clothess Fall Off
« on: January 08, 2016, 11:07:24 PM »
 
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LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH
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JANUARY, 4, 2016—Monday

Mikah yawns as she sits on the couch in the living room of her Las Vegas home and looks out the window.  She had been waiting for nearly three hours for her very best friend, Christian Othniel to show up.  She was trying her best to be patient, but patience wasn't something that came easily for Mikah.  She had busied herself by running on her treadmill for an hour and twenty minutes and then she had showered and got ready to go out when he had arrived but now, she was just waiting for him to get there.  Sometimes, she honestly wished that there was an easier, faster way to travel other than flying.

;;Mikah  â€œMasen Christian Othniel, you're going to kill me one day.”

She lets a sigh escape her lips as she sees a set of lights turn into her driveway, shining into the window which caused Mikah to have to squint.  She gets up, fixes the skirt of her skin tight dress, then walks over to the front door, a smile on her face.  She pulls the door open, feeling the chilly air from the Winter hit her face.  She smiles as he gets out of the car and she wastes no time in running over to him and throwing her arms around him, hugging him as if she hadn't seen him in years when in reality, it had only been a few days.

;;Mikah  â€œMase!”

Christian smiles as he hugs her back, showing her affection that he didn't show most other people.  She kisses his cheek before releasing him from her hug.  She leads him into the house and lets him put his stuff down as she grabs her navy blue petticoat with hot pink tulle under it.  He watches her from the corner of his eye as she focuses on buttoning the buttons, her blonde locks falling in her face.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œFor some reason, I missed you.”

Mikah flashes him a smile as she grabs her purse and slides it over her shoulder.  Christian walks over to her and she grins at him again.

;;Mikah  â€œI missed you too, and you always miss me, Christian.  I'm your very best friend in the whole entire world.”

Mikah winks at him as they walk out of her house and to the waiting taxi that would take them to the strip, to wander around drunkenly later in the night.  It only took the taxi roughly ten minutes to get them to the strip.  Mikah pays him before stepping out of the car and standing next to Christian.   They both stood there for a minute or two, watching the people and the cars.

;;Mikah  â€œReady to drink, Mase?”

Mikah hooks her arm with his, tilting her head in his direction as she looks him over.  He smirks at her and cocks head to the side, studying her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œAre you sure you'll be able to keep up, Miks?”

He was teasing her and she feels her cheeks hit up as she blushes.  She pushes him a bit before pulling him into Peppermill Fireside Lounge to get a drink.  She slides her hand down his arm once inside and grabs his hand, lacing her fingers with his as she pulls him to the bar to get a drink.  He didn't seem to mind to be lead around by Mikah, his eyes kind of wandering over her backside.  She arrives to the bar and she leans over it, her skirt rising up and Christian, like the typical male he is, his eyes wander over her behind.  She easily gets the attention of the bartender before putting her feet back on the floor.

;;Mikah  â€œTwo tequila sunrises, heavy on the tequila.”

She turns to look at Christian, raising an eyebrow at him.

;;Mikah  â€œIs that okay with you?”

He smirks at her and nods his head before putting an arm around her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œAnything with alcohol is okay by me, Miks.  'Specially if you're buying.”

He winks at her and she just shakes her head while she rolls her eyes.  She turns her attention back to the bartender and nods her head at him.  There had been a time in her life where she had a friend at all the bars in Vegas.  Or all the well known ones, anyways.  She smiles a bit before looking at Christian, who was now sitting in the only barstool left empty at the bar.  She pouts her bottom lip out at him.

;;Mikah  â€œWhere am I supposed to sit?!”

She watches as he pats his lap and winks at her.  She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue before sitting on his lap, carefully.

;;Mikah  â€œSometimes, I think you'll be the death of me, Mase.  But you're my best friend and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

>>>>>>>>>FAST FORWARD FIVE HOURS<<<<<<<<<<

Mikah and Christian were standing outside one of the bars, waiting for the taxi she'd called for to pick them up to take them back to her house.  She tugs her petticoat closer to her body before giggling as she looks over at Christian.  He grins at her before putting his arm around her waist and pulls her into him just a little bit.  The alcohol that was in both of their systems was running both of their brains.

;;Mikah  â€œI want summer to be back already.”

Christian just smiles at her before kissing the top of her head.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œIf you would've just came to Hawaii. . .”

Mikah gives him a look as she sees the taxi pull up to the curb and she carefully pushes him toward the cab.  Both of their speech had been a bit slurred but nothing too extreme.  She watches as he slides into the cab and she takes one last look around the strip before she too gets into the cab, sliding in next to Christian.  She rambles off the address to her house before moving closer to Christian, resting her head against his shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat if I didn't show up at the arena come Sunday?  Do you think I'd get fired?”

She was mumbling as Christian looked out the window as the taxi driver took them to Mikah's extravagant home.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œMaybe.  But maybe not; you're the only real talent they have.”

Mikah looks up at him and smiles before leaning up and kissing him, square on the lips.  He movement shocks Christian for a moment as most of their kisses had been on air, for storyline purposes.  However, after the initial shock wears off, he kisses her back, cupping her face with his hands as the kiss grows more needy and passionate.  Maybe it was the alcohol speaking or maybe it was the fact that there had definitely been sexual tension between them for so long and that they often teetered between that line.

The taxi man pulls up to the front of Mikah's house in the middle of their make out session.  He sits there awkwardly before clearing his throat and he watches as they pull apart from one another. Mikah looks at Christian, biting her bottom lip as the lust is written in her eyes as they sit there for a moment or two or three just looking at one another.  Mikah smiles a bit before handing the driver some money and they pile out of the car only for Christian to grab Mikah and pull her back to him and making sure that his lips find hers once more.  They stumble up the sidewalk, kissing one another as Mikah fumbles with getting the key in the door to unlock it as Christian struggles to unbutton the buttons of her petticoat.


;;Mikah  â€œMase, just a moment.”

She had to pull away from his grasp and his embrace to focus on the door, which was proving to be difficult to open; even without his lips on hers.  Finally she manages to unlock the door and pushes it open and turns back to Christian, the want and need evident in her eyes.  They stand there for a few seconds before Christian grabs her again as they step into the entryway and Christian kicks the door shut before pushing her against the nearby wall, his lips attacking hers as he struggles with the coat again.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œFuck it.”

He growls against her lips before grabbing the coat and pulling it apart, the buttons popping off and flying across the small enclosed space of the entryway.  Mikah's eyes had widened in surprise at the gesture but she didn't have much time to react as Christian's lips were back on hers, kissing her urgently as he slides his hands down her sides before back up, feeling her slender body underneath his fingertips.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œFuck.”

They hadn't ever crossed the line that might tamper with their friendship.  But this was seemingly going to do it.  Mikah breathes heavily as she tries to focus on Christian as he unzips her dress with ease and she struggles to take his t-shirt off of him.

;;Mikah  â€œShirt's gotta go, Mase.”

Christian chuckles before helping her remove his shirt before he moves his lips to the side of her neck, kissing along it before finding the right spot as a moan slips from her lips.  He smirks against her neck as he kisses on the same spot, sucking and nibbling a bit to enhance the feeling for her.  She squirms against him, pressing her body against him just so as she slides her hands down his upper torso before landing at the belt that was keeping his jeans up.

;;Mikah  â€œMy bedroom.  We have to go to my bedroom.”

She could barely utter the words out of her mouth as she feels him bite on her neck but nothing too hard or painful.  He smirks against her neck before picking her up and she instantaneously wraps her legs around his waist.  She looks into his eyes as they stand there for a moment.  She leans down and presses her lips against his, kissing him with such desire as he begins the slow and steady walk to the stairs.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œGoddamn...”

The two couldn't really talk much and he couldn't even utter a sentence as he carefully climbs the stairs as she kisses down to his jaw as her fingertips run through his hair, pulling just a bit.  She almost couldn't believe that this was happening and she knew that she should stop it but she didn't want to.  She wanted him.  And she didn't want to deny that anymore.  Or at least not at the moment.

;;Mikah  â€œCan't you walk faster?”

She grinds into him, causing him to groan as she does so and he swats her butt as he continues to move up the stairs.  If it had been Gavin or somebody else, they'd have probably told her that she wasn't exactly light but Christian knew better than to say something about her weight.  He just smirks at her as he stops in the middle of the stairs, staring into her eyes.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œMaybe....”

She pouts her bottom lip out as she whimpers in anticipation and pouting because she wanted to get her way.  She leans down and kisses him again, locking her lips with his and he chuckles against her lips before moving up the stairs again, moving just a little faster than before.  She smiles as he moves faster and she continues to kiss him as he takes them to her bedroom, knowing the route without having to see very much in the first place.  

He kicks her bedroom door open and then kicks it shut behind them once they are both in the room.  He walks over to the bed and drops her on it with a devilish grin on his face.


»»Christian Othniel  â€œI don't know why we haven't done this sooner.”

She licks her lips as she wiggles out of the already unzipped dress, eyeing him up as he pushes his pants down.

;;Mikah  â€œMe either.”

She grabs him and pulls her down on top of him.

>>>>>>>>>FAST FORWARD TO THE NEXT MORNING<<<<<<<<<<

Mikah wakes up and groans before feeling somebody's chest underneath her head.  She squints her eyes open just a little bit before seeing the sun peeking through the blinds to her bedroom.  She glances at the clock to see the time 11:08 blinking at her in red.  She groans again before letting her head rest back down on the person's chest that was underneath it.  It took her a minute to realize that it wasn't a chest that she knew well and she carefully peeks up to see Christian Othniel's sleeping face still there.  She frowns, trying to piece together the night before but it was early and she still had a foggy brain from sleep.

;;Mikah  â€œFuck....”

She sits up only for the sheet that had been covering both her and Christian up to fall and she was revealed to be topless.  She squeals in surprise as she looks down to see her bare chest.  She grabs the sheet to cover herself up as if Christian hadn't seen her naked before.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI don't know why you're covering yourself up. . .”

She squeals softly before looking back to see Christian awake and looking at her bare back before his eyes connect with hers.  He had a smirk on his face before he touches her bare back, running his fingertips up her spine, making her squirm.

;;Mikah  â€œStop!  That tickles.”

She was blushing a little bit before swatting his hand away from her back.  It wasn't awkward to wake up with him, naked as she had thought it might have been.  They'd only had sex once before and that was back when she was only 18 years old and new to New York City and that had wound up knocking her up and gave her the child that is known as Leighton.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œOh, playing shy now?”

He gives her a knowing smirk.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, just. . .it tickled.”

She had a different personality when it came to Christian.  She had a soft spot for him and often her actions with him and towards him became blind to even herself.  It was as if she was a completely different person when she was around him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œOh, it did, did it?”

He raises an eyebrow at her and she blushes again.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, it did.”

He gets a mischievous look in his eyes and Mikah gives him a slightly skeptical look as if she didn't trust what he was thinking.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œLet me show you what else tickles. . .”

She didn't have time to react as he grabs her and pulls her to him and poking at her ribs as she squirms before his lips find the side of her neck, kissing and nibbling on it with his teeth.  She squirms and giggles, trying to push him away from her.

;;Mikah  â€œMasen!  Okay, you win!”

She was out of breath from giggling and squirming and he stops, relaxing a bit as she stays there, in his arms as they lie in her bed.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI always win.”

She rolls her eyes as she looks around her room as they were now slouched against her headboard of her bed, her back against his side and his arm around her.

;;Mikah  â€œI should get dressed.”

She looks up at him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œWhy's that?  I think I like you better naked.”

She couldn't help but blush as she gives him a stern look.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I need to go for a run.  And you need to shower, you kind of stink.”

She wrinkles her nose up as if she had smelled a horrible order before cracking a grin at him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œOr I could wait to shower with you after you return from your run.  Conserve water, you know.”

He winks at her and she giggles as she climbs out of the bed and walks quickly to her closet, not giving him much time to gawk at her naked body.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, if you want to wait an hour and a half to shower....”

She shouts from inside of her walk-in closet as she tugs on a pair of panties before a pair of yoga leggings and a sports bra.  She debates putting on a shirt over the bra but she liked the cold air against her skin as she ran.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI can wait; maybe I'll fix us up some lunch.”

She just presses her lips together as he mentions making them lunch.  He knew what to look for when she ate and when she didn't eat.  He knew the signs very well and she couldn't hide them from him very well.  However, she was thankful that she wasn't making herself throw up anymore because that'd be harder to hide than barely eating.

;;Mikah  â€œSure.  Whatever you can find in the fridge or cupboards, you can use.”

She grabs her no show socks and her tennis shoes before walking back out to the bedroom.  She sits on the edge of the bed and tugs her socks on then her shoes.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œDon't overdo it on the runs, Miks.”

She turns to look at him, seeing the worried etched into his eyes.  She didn't like that he worried about her but she also couldn't stop running.  It had become something she was compelled to do daily now.

;;Mikah  â€œI won't.   I promise.  I'll come back and we can shower together before getting drunk together again tonight.  And repeat the whole process.”

She wrinkles her nose before crawling over to him and pecking his lips with a kiss before getting off of the bed again.  She didn't want to label whatever this  was  as she couldn't really.  She glances at him as she walks out of the bedroom, ready to go on her run and without hearing his words.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œShe won't.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "BATTLE ROYAL PROBLEMS."
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•



JANUARY 8, 2016—Friday.

Quiet could be the only word to describe how Mikah's been about her match for the past week.  She hadn't even really started an argument on Twitter or done anything of the sort.  Mainly, because she had been spending most of her time with one Masen Christian Othniel.  But amongst that, she was also trying to sort out her feelings on her match and her known opponent all the other possible unknown ones.  She didn't really like battle royals; sometimes they caused drama and surprises.  Surprises were one thing that Mikah sometimes did not like.  But that was not important.  Right now Mikah was seen sitting on a bar, her legs crossed and her championship belt in her lap.  She smirks at the camera man as he finally nods his head, letting her know that he was ready.  She clears her throat before looking behind her at the mirrored glass background of the bar that also had liquor bottles lined up alongside one another.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's a pretty sight, isn't it?”

Her head was still turned and focused on the lines and line of liquor bottles.  She gives the liquor bottles one last look before turning to look at the camera, letting a smile stretch across her face.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, who wouldn't like the look of those bottles of alcohol?”

She tilts her head to the side before grabbing a glass that was sitting off to her side.  She looks at it before swirling its contents around and then raising it up to her lips and taking a drink.

;;Mikah  â€œPerfect.  Just like my championship reign has been.  Simply perfect.  There isn't one blemish on my record.  I've defended my championship successfully ever since I beat Raynin for it.”

She smirks as she takes another drink from the alcoholic cocktail.

;;Mikah  â€œSo now, this little battle royal that Despayre booked me in could very well be the start of my downfall.  But let's be honest, this battle royal isn't very fair to me.  I really only know that I'm going against Celeste, the most irritating member of The Nobodies.”

She shrugs her slender shoulders at the words that spill out of her mouth.

;;Mikah  â€œThe girl has issues and I don't entirely understand more than half of the things that come out of her mouth, honestly.  And that's saying something because Delia doesn't speak with a lot of fluency either but I can understand Delia more than I can understand Celeste.”

Mikah wrinkles her nose a bit in disgust at the thought before finishing her drink and setting the empty glass on the bar top before grabbing a bottle of white tequila and pouring some of that in the glass before grabbing the orange juice and grenadine.  She pours some of the orange juice in before splashing a little grenadine in.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe Celeste just needs to make herself a drink.  Maybe that would help everybody in the long run.  She seems to be very annoying to be around; I feel sorry for Alexis.  Poor girl.  Maybe that's why Alexis likes to drink.  I mean, if I had to be around a person like Celeste for more than five minutes, I'd probably be drunk within twenty minutes.”

Mikah raises the glass up to her lips and takes a drink of it.

;;Mikah  â€œCeleste should really try doing this at some point; it might make her more enjoyable to be around.  Maybe liven her up a bit.”

Mikah smirks as she takes yet another drink of the mixed cocktail.

;;Mikah  â€œOr maybe not.  I'm not sure what could help that girl act like she cares nothing about the world.  Or anybody in it.”

She shrugs once again.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe I don't understand the whole initiation thing with that group because when I was apart of a very successful group way back in 2010.  But that's not relevant now.  What's relevant now is that I'm supposed to be apart of this Battle Royal match that King Despayre has booked.  I know it's supposed to be exciting and fun but battle royals can be tricky things.”

She leans back a bit before taking another drink from her mixed drink.

;;Mikah  â€œTechnically, Celeste doesn't even have to be the one to throw me outta the ring.  And that's fine, whatever.  I don't really care if I win or lose this match because it's not going to take my championship away from me.  This championship is mine.  I've done everything within my power to keep it and it's proved to be working.  Opponent after opponent I've beaten and I'm sure that I've even managed to prove it to Christian Underwood that I'm more than a worthy champion.  Hell, I'm the best champion that is employed by SCW.  It even says so on my Twitter bio.”

Mikah smirks at the camera before crossing her legs in the opposite way.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's take a moment to talk about what could possibly happen on Sunday, shall we?  I mean, it's only safe to assume that many of those interchangeable women in the back are going to try to enter to get a shot at MY championship.”

She looks down at her championship belt, running her finds over the nameplate.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's a beautiful championship belt, isn't it?  I'm sure everybody that has tried to take it from me is a little bit jealous and upset that they couldn't get the job done.  But I understand!  I mean, I guess I don't really understand because I've never been without this championship for the past seven and a half months.  If it was a pregnancy, I'd be almost done with it but thankfully it's NOT and I can keep it longer than nine months, which I solely intend to do.  There will be no flip-flopping around with this championship.”

She shakes her head no to reiterate her words.

;;Mikah  â€œAlthough, I am very surprised that Drake is still the champion.  And this isn't me saying that he's a horrible champion because he's not.  It's just...that the World Heavyweight Championship seems cursed.”

She chews on her bottom lip for a moment.

;;Mikah  â€œBut let's get back on point here, shall we?”

She tilts her head to the side staring into the camera for a few moments or so before sitting up just a little straighter.

;;Mikah  â€œCeleste, I can honestly say that I don't know you very well.  Hardly at all, actually.  But I can also say with complete honesty that I do not like you one bit.  I find you to be whiny and child-like in the sense that you don't get your way often enough.  Maybe I'm wrong about you but I honestly don't care if I am because you're not on my radar.  You're just there.  It's like you were there all of the sudden, popping up out of nowhere.  But I guess that's a trend in the SCW Bombshell locker room; interchangeable women just pop up outta nowhere, acting like they deserve everything to be handed to them.”

She scowls just a little bit at the camera before pushing her hair out of her face.  She grabs her drink and takes another swallow from the glass before placing it back down on the bar.

;;Mikah  â€œBut maybe I shouldn't even be worried about you Celeste because there are unknown Bombshells that will enter the battle royal that could very well throw us both out of the ring with one simple toss.  Or maybe I'll just get out of the ring by myself and walk away from it.  That seems like the better thing to do, right?  I mean because do I really want to pick my next opponent?  No, not really.  Because even if I did, I'm sure Christian Underwood would throw another Bombshell in there to make it 'fair' and by that, I mean his version of fair where it's NOT fair for me at all.”

A shrug rolls of her shoulders once again before looking at the camera and shrugging for a second time.

;;Mikah  â€œAs you can see, my dislike for Christian Underwood remains untouched and is still very much there.  However, he did not make this card or book any of the matches on it so I cannot really complain and plus, Despy's too adorable to be mad at.”

She smiles at the thought of Despayre being the one to book the card and not Christian Underwood.

;;Mikah  â€œI wish that Despayre could be the one to book EVERY card.  I wonder if Mark would take that under suggestion. . .”

She tilts her head to the side before pulling out her phone.

;;Mikah  â€œI'll just send him a text. . .suggesting just that.”

It takes her just a moment or so to type out the text message and send it off to the desired recipient.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's see...where was I again?”

A frown crosses her face as she tries to think about what exactly she had been talking about before sending the text message to Mark.

;;Mikah  â€œOh yes.  Despy being the King for the show.  Which is probably the best thing ever.  And I'm so glad that I didn't have to be on that super horrendous show that Mercedes Vargas was in charge of.  I might've actually refused to show up if she had booked me.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders again.

;;Mikah  â€œBut yes, Despy booked me in this battle royal against lots of unknown competitors with Celeste being the only one that I know about.  I'm not sure if it was to benefit me or not.  But either way, I suppose I shouldn't hate the match too much, right?  It's not like he was doing it to spite me much like Christian Underwood does on almost a weekly basis.  So, this match is at the beginning of the show, which I do not like at all.”

She frowns a bit.  Most people knew that she hardly ever got to the show at the beginning of it.  She rather chose to show up somewhere in the middle of the card, missing more than half of it in its entirety.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I suppose, after the match is over, I can spend some time with Despy and then get the hell out of there and go get drunk.  Or gamble money, who really cares what I do once I'm off of SCW time, right?”

She presses her lips together before letting a smile grace her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure that I should want to start the year out with a bang and all that and go into 2016 winning my first match of the year but really, this isn't technically a match.  It's not one that I have to win by pinfall or submission so it doesn't technically count as my first match in 2016.  So, that reasoning goes right out the window with that.”

She grabs her glass and takes another drink, finishing it off before looking back at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œA few last things, Celeste.  I'm sure you've been trained in the ring and I wouldn't really know because I'm not usually around to watch your matches against people that I honestly don't care about but what you have to understand is that you're going up against the champion, not against somebody that doesn't matter.  I'm the one that DOES matter in this company.  I'm thee Bombshell to beat and the Bombshell that you should be comparing yourself to, right?  I mean, if you ask Mark Ward he will flat out tell you that I am the measuring stick that people should be using to judge their own progress on.  But people still think that I don't deserve to be champion; they're still living in May of 2015.  Sorry.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears and flashes a smile at the camera again.

;;Mikah  â€œBut this is 2016 and I can prove that I am the Bombshell Champion for a good reason.  I don't need to win the battle royal to insure my status to everybody else, Celeste.  I'm sure that you realize that I'm a real threat to you and whatever it is you stand for.  Although, I'm not really sure what that is.”

A look of pure confusion passes through Mikah's eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  It's kind of typical for me to say that but I really don't care about you.  Or what you're about.  I don't have time to worry about you and your little games that you play as being a Nobody.  I'm not even sure if being a Nobody means anything, really.  And I'm not trying to get under the skin of anybody here, I'm just not sure what it means to be a Nobody.  Or why you would want to be one.  But that can be saved for a later date, right?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera before smiling again.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's safe to say that it can be. After all, who's going to object?”

She grins again before leaning forward a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's been almost a month since I've stepped foot inside of a SCW ring to compete.  It seems like longer, to be honest.  I was almost expecting a one on one match and not a battle royal, but whatever.  I'll just have to change my expectations for the match.  As I'm sure you will too, Celeste.”

She purses her lips as she thinks, sitting on the bar.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't do well with remembering the past or anything of the sort, so I'm not sure when you had your last match, Celeste.  So, I'm going to assume that you didn't have one last week so give me a minute.”

She clears her throat before standing up on the bar, careful to steady herself in her stiletto heels.  She tugs at her dress, fixing it so it didn't show anything that people didn't deserve to see.

;;Mikah  â€œHow is it that you got a shot at getting a shot at my championship, Celeste?  I mean, realistically, you must be kissing SOMEBODY's ass to get this opportunity.  Or was it something you say you didn't really want?   I can't really remember your tweet about it.  That's just how forgettable and interchangeable you are to SCW.”

She shrugs as she carefully walks down the bar and back to the middle.

;;Mikah  â€œSee, I've had a good five or six drinks with more tequila than the other things but I can still walk a straight line.  So, I'm pretty sure that I could even win a battle royal drunk, if I had to.  You say that you don't want my championship but everybody says that at some point.  Oh they don't want a shot at that yet.  They're not ready and blah, blah, blah.  Just don't lie to me and say that you don't, because everybody knows that you do.  Fuck, I'm sure you'd rather have the Bombshell Roulette championship”

Mikah stops dead in her tracks as she brings that championship up.  It was as if she hadn't really meant to say it.

;;Mikah  â€œOh, I forgot completely about that championship.  I'm not even sure I remember where I left it...”

She taps her index finger to her lips a few times before shrugging her shoulders and sitting back down on the bar. She smiles at the camera once more.

;;Mikah  â€œOh well, I'm sure it's around somewhere.”

She waves her hand as if dismissing the possibility of the championship being misplaced.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is the only championship that matters.”

She brings her Bombshell championship up and kisses the front plate of it before placing it back in her lap.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd if you are being honest about not really wanting this championship, then what the fuck are you even doing in SCW, Celeste?  Isn't this what people should aspire to become?  The Bombshell Champion?  I thought that this championship was the top belt for the women to fight for and want to have in their grasp.  Maybe I'm mistaken but I'm pretty sure that's what every woman employed should want.”

She pauses for a long minute before taking a deep breath and looks down at the belt.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause if you're not looking to better yourself as a competitor to become the best that the company has to offer, then why are you even here?  Are you here to bitch and whine about stupid shit, Celeste?  Because if you are, you can fuck off.  We don't—I don't want you here then.  But of course, I'm not Christian nor am I Mark so I obviously do not get in a say in who gets a contract and who doesn't.”

She shrugs her shoulders once more.

;;Mikah  â€œSunday is approaching fast.  And I know you're doing whatever it is that you do to prepare for a match.  And let me tell you what I'm going to do to prepare for our silly little thing. . .”

Mikah leans forward, a smirk playing on her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm going to go out tonight and get drunk with my friend.  Maybe gamble a little money.  Then maybe go home and do whatever I want to do.  And tomorrow will just be a repeat of that.  So, you can prepare however you see fit.  But I'm going to have a good old time until Sunday.  And you can guarantee that I will NOT be in Reno until Sunday.  But I hope you're already there, preparing for something that you can't really prepare for.”

She smirks at the camera before winking at it.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I'm going to spend my time having fun.  Hope you're ready. . .”

She hops down off the bar and slings her championship over her belt as she walks towards the door, the camera following her every move.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

She winks at the camera once more before walking out of the bar and out onto the strip of Las Vegas.

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Climax Control Archives / ∞The Measuring Stick
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<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;"> <text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND."
LOCATION: NEWYORKCITY, NEWYORK
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH
SCENE i
REC•



The JFK airport was packed full of people; people that Mikah herself did NOT want to associate with.  But the things she would do for her friends was beyond her control.  She sighs as she stands off to the side, leaving a gap between herself and the other people that were standing in the same terminal, waiting for their loved ones.  She looked annoyed but that was just because some people didn't understand what deodorant or a shower was.

Christian Othniel was one lucky man.  He was lucky because Mikah was braving the creeps that were living in New York City.  She sighs, rather impatiently before checking the time on her Samsung Galaxy S6 before seeing that Christian was set to arrive any minute.  She smiles a bit as she sees people start to arrive and she waits as patiently as she can before she finally sees Christian Othniel walk around the corner.  A smile brightens her face and she runs over to him and hugs the man she calls her best friend; the man she hadn't seen in months.  He returns the hug, a smug smile on his face.


â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œMissed me, didn't ya?”

She smiles at him as she releases him from the hug as they go to pick up his luggage from the baggage claim.

;;Mikah  â€œNot nearly as much as you missed me.”

He just laughs a bit as they walk, step by step to the baggage claim.  They were totally two different people but for some reason, they just clicked as best friends.  He'd been with her for most of her career after they met in a company that is no longer around and she had joined the stable that destroyed said company.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œMan, I don't know how you can stand traveling on airplanes so often.  It kills.”

Mikah chuckles as they look through the luggage before watching as he grabbed his one, singular suitcase.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, when you're as popular as me, things like that are called for.  Plus, I'm the TOP star that Sin City Wrestling has to offer.”

She'd always been full of herself, that had never been apart of the problem.  However, staying interested in something sometimes took a toll on her.  But she loved SCW with her entire being and often put it first in front of everything else in her life.  They walk out of the airport and to Mikah's 2016 Ford mustang and she pops the trunk so he could put his suitcase in there before they both got inside.

;;Mikah  â€œIs there anything you want to do specifically?  I mean, I don't know how many times you've been to the Big Apple.  Or if you can handle it.”

He shrugs as she carefully pulls away from the airport, ready to start the afternoon right.  But she didn't know what his plans were exactly.  She didn't want to push anything either.  She wanted him to enjoy New York City and not feel as if she was being pushy.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œI don't know, this is your place of living.  You know all the hot spots.”

She lets a real smile cross her face as she drives carefully through the busy city before heading toward Leighton's school.  She'd be out in roughly fifteen minutes or so and Mikah wanted to surprise Leighton.  Leighton completely adored Christian, even if Mikah loved to tell Christian that Leighton definitely didn't remember him and often confused him with Jacob Mitchell.  Jacob Mitchell, by definition was basically the reason that Mikah and Christian were friends now.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œWhere we at, Miks?”

She smiles at him as they park in front of Leighton's middle school.  It was a middle school that cost a pretty penny and the best one for a child Leighton's age to go to in New York City.  She smiles again over at Christian.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is where Leighton goes to school.  Thought you might want to pick her up with me.”

She turned the engine off before getting out of the car, not giving him time to respond.  She had a ten year old to greet in a few short minutes.  She winks at her best friend as she moves to the sidewalk and leans against the car.  Christian soon follows suit, getting out and leaning against the car next to Mikah.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œHow much does this school cost you?”

She looks at him, an eyebrow raised.  Did he really want to know how much the school cost her?  Or was he just making small talk to  talk?  She wasn't quite sure because sometimes he was hard to read.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you sure you want to know, Christian?”

She raises her eyebrow in his direction.  She'd leave it up to him to decide that before she told him.  Just because he asked something, didn't mean that shew as actually going to tell him.  She had money pouring out of her ears and it wasn't even from SCW.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œOf course I do.  I wouldn't have asked otherwise.”

He shoves his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he looks over at Mikah.  She sighs before running a hand through her blonde locks and tilts her head to look at him again.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's a lot of money but it's worth it.  It's the best academic school for her age.  And has a lot of opportunities for extracurricular activities.”

Christian smirked a bit at Mikah before nudging her with his shoulder a bit.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œIt's not enough that you have to be the best at everything that you're now forcing Leighton to be the best too?”

He winks at her and she laughs a bit.  It was kind of ironic how Mikah had the need to just be the best at everything she did and it was funny how she hadn't even realized that by placing Leighton in an elite school was sort of instilling her way of living into Leighton.

;;Mikah  â€œI suppose it is. . .but wouldn't you want the best for her?”

She holds her breath a bit as she watches him, watches as he ponders the question over in his brain.  She relaxes as he finally nods his head in agreement, that it is what he wanted for Leighton.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œOf course.  She wouldn't be anything like me if she wasn't the best at everything.”

He winked at her again and she this time rolled her eyes at him.  But she didn't correct him, either.

;;Mikah  â€œSometimes, I'd like to smack you, Christian.”

He just rolls his eyes at her as the doors open and students start to literally pour out of them.  Mikah scans the crowd, looking for her ten year old child.  Sometimes, Mikah felt panic when Leighton wasn't one of the first ones out but her fear usually subsided the moment her eyes landed on her beautiful daughter.  She smiles as Leighton sees her then she laughs as Leighton stops dead in her tracks when she sees Christian.  Mikah watches as Leighton's face brightens up as she smiles before she literally runs over and hugs Christian, who returns the hug with grace.

♥♥Leighton  â€œChristian!”

He smiles before patting her head as she finally releases him from a hug.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œHey kiddo.  It's been a while, hasn't it?”

Leighton nods her head as Mikah wrinkles her nose before giving her daughter a hug.

;;Mikah  â€œNice to see you too, Leighton Emily.”

Leighton rolls her eyes at her mother's antics before she looks back at Christian, a smile spreading across her face.

♥♥Leighton  â€œHi, Mom.  How long are you here for?”

Mikah knew that she'd be chopped liver by bringing Christian around to pick Leighton up.  And for once, she was okay with it.  She was okay with Christian being a huge part of Leighton's eyes; it was how it was supposed to be anyways.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œA couple of days.  Thought I'd come visit you and your mom here before heading out to LA.”

Mikah makes a face at the sound of LA.  She'd always been a New York City kind of girl, even when she had lived in Seattle, Washington as a child and hadn't even seen New York City.

;;Mikah  â€œI still say the New York City is better than LA, Mase.”

Mikah grins at Christian, who shrugs in return.  He was honestly more of a Hawaii guy, choosing to live in paradise and house sitting Jake Mitchell's house on an endless basis.

♥♥Leighton  â€œI totally agree with my mom; NYC is totally cooler than LA.”

He laughs a bit as they all get in the car with Leighton in the backseat.  Mikah makes sure that she's buckled before starting the car.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œThere's a lot more people in NYC.  Not sure if I enjoy it.”

Mikah rolls her eyes as she drives away from the school, heading back towards the center of the city.  She was going to take Christian to Times Square to do some things and have some dinner with him and Leighton before she took Leighton home.

;;Mikah  â€œNYC has me.  And Leighton so it automatically wins.”

If she had it her way, she'd have her best friend living with her.  Or at least within fives minutes of her.  She knew that Gavin would never go for having Christian in the same house as him, even though that's what she wanted.  She had some things she hadn't ever told Gavin.  Like who Leighton's biological father was.  Even though he'd asked before, she just shrugged it off, as if his question didn't matter.  But Leighton wasn't his child, what did it matter to him?

------]SKIP AHEAD TWO HOURS[------

Mikah had just gotten done dropping Leighton off at home, leaving Christian in the car because she didn't want to deal with any bullshit from her husband.  She walks back out, having changed from her jeans and tee and into a pair of grey leggings that were tucked into a pair of black designer riding boots and paired with a turquoise top and a grey cardigan-like vest.  She slides back into the driver's seat and smiles at Christian.

;;Mikah  â€œNow you get to see my favorite city in the dark.  Without a ten year old dau—child talking your ear off.”

She loved her city and she was trying to see her best friend on it too in hopes that maybe he'd think about living here.  She knew it was a very unlikely chance of him living there, but she could most definitely try to get him to change his outlook on the city.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œI'm sure that's your specialty.”

Indeed it was.  And soon, it would be Christmas and the whole city would be decorated.  Not to mention the festive feel that the city had the week of Thanksgiving.  She glances over at him as she starts to drive back into the city, away from her house.

;;Mikah  â€œYou should come to NYC around Christmas time, it's literally the best thing ever.”

She smiles at him as she drives before finding a parking garage to keep her car parked and safe.  She steps out before looking at him as he gets out as well.  She shivers a bit, not used to the chilly weather since most of the places she'd been were warm or tropical.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œCold?”

He raises an eyebrow at her.  Of course that's what he wouldn't expect because she had been in New York City for several years.  He would have expected her to be adjusted to the slightly chilly temperatures in November.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, I'm cold.”

She had no problem admitting that to him, she had no problem talking about things with him.  But he'd seen her in her worst times.  He'd been there when she went a little crazy and blacked out.  He was there for her when her now ex boyfriend walked out on her because she was going through some things.  He has been there through thick and thin and she wasn't about to shut him out because of her husband's ill feelings toward him.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œShouldn't you be used to the chilly New York weather?”

He was slightly teasing her as they walked with Mikah being slightly paranoid about every person they passed.  She knew that the city could be a dangerous place but she still loved it.

;;Mikah  â€œYou have to remember, Mase that I've been overseas and defending my championship in places that have warm, warm weather.  Like bikini weather.”

She continues to walk, focusing on the task and not on the fact that bad things can happen in parking garages.  Christian can sense her uneasiness and wraps his arm around her neck, trying to comfort her fears a bit.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œLike Hawaii.  Maybe you should just move to Hawaii.”

She laughs a bit as they walk down from the garage to the main streets of New York City.  They stop and Mikah just stands there, watching the traffic and the people pass them by.

;;Mikah  â€œToo many sharks in Hawaii.”

She winks at him again before laughing and then pulling him in the direction of Madison Square Garden.  She knew that he'd love it there and she loved it there too.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œHey, I can keep a handle on Jake; he's not that scary.”

She rolls her eyes at him, stepping closer to him so she didn't run into the other people on the city sidewalk.  Even for it being close to 8 pm, there were a lot of people out and about.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not scared of Jake, Mase.  I was the one that went up to him and asked to be in Natural Selection, you know.  That takes guts.  I'd say balls but we both know that I don't have those.”

She laughs a bit as she continues to lead him in the direction of Madison Square Garden.  They were quiet for a while, just letting the people pass them by as they continued to walk.

â™ â™ Christian Othniel  â€œI'm not saying you should be scared of Jake.  I'm just I'd keep a handle on the bullshark...s.”

She gives him a look before shaking her head to herself.  Sometimes, he could make her laugh at any point in the day but that was because he was Christian Othniel and he was her very best friend.   She had tried her hardest to have female friends, so that maybe Gavin wouldn't be so insecure about her going out with her male friends but the only female she could stand was Alexis.  And she knew what people thought about their weird friendship.  She heard things in the locker room when people thought she wasn't around or wasn't listening.  But her friendship with Christian was special, one that would never be broken for certain reasons.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SAY YES TO DEFEAT."
LOCATION: NEWYORKCITY, NEWYORK
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•



She always had a funny way of showing respect but she clearly had NO problem showing the lack thereof respect.  And maybe that wasn't what she intended, either.  But somewhere along the way, it happened.  And sometimes she took things that were meant to be kept in somebody's personal life and twisted it into a promo.  And that's why she found herself sitting in Kleinfeld Bridal.  It was the home of the hit show on TLC network, Say Yes to the Dress.  It was a show that Mikah had only watched a few times because Leighton had wanted to.  And then what she had saw on Twitter about her upcoming opponent it just clicked.  Instantaneously.

So here she sat with her twin sister MiKayla, Ally, and Mila, a girl she had actually tried to keep in touch with that she was friends with in high school.  But she didn't really care who was there, as long as it worked with the whole idea of it.  She crosses her legs, trying not to seem impatient but when in reality, that's all she really was.


;;Mikah  â€œFor fucks sake, how long does it take these people?!”

MiKayla tried to shoot her sister a look, trying to tell her to be patient and to be kind or whatever it was that MiKayla wanted Mikah to be.  It was obviously something that Mikah was not.  Mikah lets out an exasperated noise before relaxing as she sees some chick walking towards her with Randy Fenoli at her side.  And yes, he is THAT guy on the show.

;;Mikah  â€œAbout time.”

The comment had been made under her breath so that neither of the two could hear her brash words of impatience.

♦♦Debbie  â€œHi, Mikah?”

Mikah simply nods her head.  She knew this was the part where she was to tell them what sort of dresses she liked and the styles she liked.  But she didn't really know what she liked; she got married to Gavin in Vegas and that didn't require a huge wedding dress.

;;Mikah  â€œYep, that's me.”

She was trying her best to be patient.  But patient wasn't a word that was often used to describe Mikah.  In fact, it was not even associated with her at all.  She stands up and shakes Debbie's hand as her 'people' stay seated behind her.

♦♦Debbie  â€œSo, tell me about your wedding!”

Mikah looks at her as if she was on crack but couldn't help but roll her eyes.  Of course they would want to know something stupid like that.  She didn't know what to make up or what to say to them because her wedding to Gavin was in Vegas.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, the ceremony is going to be held outside and in a tropical setting, so on a beach.  It's in about nine months, give or take a few days.”

Lying was easy but trying to come up with a venue was a little tricky.  Mikah hadn't been that girl growing up.  She had only played with Barbies until she was seven years old and wandered into other things that were probably way more above her age level.

♦♦Debbie  â€œSounds pretty perfect.  Well, let's go take you to the back fitting room so we can put you in some dresses.  Do you have an idea of the style that you like?”

A blank look crosses Mikah's face.  She didn't know anything about wedding dress styles.  She flashes a small smile before letting a shrug roll off of her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œI like the trumpet style or mermaid style, whichever it is called.  Princess dresses.  I don't know, really.  This is the first time I've shopped for wedding dresses.”

She could've lied and said she knew ALL about wedding dress shopping but she didn't.  Because she would've looked like a complete fool and that was not about to happen.  She just smiles at Debbie before following the woman back to the fitting room.  She waits inside the room rather patiently before Debbie walks back in with three or four dress on hangers; Mikah couldn't really tell how many the consultant was carrying.

♦♦Debbie  â€œThe first one is pretty simple.  A sweetheart neckline, strapless and with a dropped waist.”

Mikah just nodded as she let Debbie help her into the dress.  She wasn't shy about her body because realistically, she showed more when she was in the wrestling ring, rather than when she was in just her bra and panties.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's so...soft and silky.”

If anything, she loved the soft, silky satin material as it was right against her skin.  She was in love with the dress and it was the first one she had tried on.  She knew that this wasn't a real wedding dress fitting but for some reason, she was in love with the dress and actually wanted to Say Yes to the Dress, so to speak.

♦♦Debbie  â€œLet's go show your friends.”

They walked out to the main lobby, where her friends and fraternal twin sister were sitting.  She felt all fancy, being in a wedding dress.  She would have never pictured herself in one but she had to remind herself that this wasn't real.

â™ â™ Ally  â€œWow.  You look really good in that wedding dress.  Is it often that a woman finds THEE dress on the first try?”

Ally's question was directed at Debbie.  Mikah stood there for a moment before rolling her eyes a bit.  She didn't have the time or the patience for this.

;;Mikah  â€œLook, we all know that I could rock any dress in this store and still look smoking fucking hot.”

Her entourage so to speak all nod their heads, agreeing with her.  For some reason, being in a wedding dress from one of the top designers that sold their dresses at Kleinfeld Bridal made her feel even more confident than she already was.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know my opponent this Sunday is Crystal Hilton.  The dumb bitch I beat at High Stakes V along with Mercedes Vargas.  The bitch is actually getting married.”

Mikah wasn't above degrading somebody for talking about things on Twitter or anything else.  She was the Bombshell Champion and she solely believed that she could say whatever she wanted to.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't even know who the hell she is marrying because I don't really pay that close of attention to her on my Twitter feed.  Although, she does like to tweet about this upcoming wedding of hers.  Maybe I should crash it...”

Mikah tilts her head to the side, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as she ponders that very thought.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I will probably have more important things to do, if you think about it.  But let's see her.  I'm curious to see what sort of dress this bitch is gonna be wearing.  Because we all know that her sense of style is well....lacking to put it nicely.  What would she even look like in a wedding dress?!  That is the true question.”

Mikah does a small twirl on the little pedestal thing before placing her hands on her hips.  The cameraman was filming her every move and had been since they arrived at the bridal store.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's so obvious that she won't look as good as I do in a wedding dress because she looks horrendous in wrestling attire.  I mean, I know it's hard to live up to me and what I look like but she could try a little harder.  Or maybe a little less.  I'm not trying to upstage you, Crystal, it's just that easy for me.  I'm just that much better looking than you are.  Also, we all know what you're like in the ring; you either bring it or you fail.  That's the cold hard truth.”

Mikah places her hands on her hips and faces the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œHow many months did you even have the Bombshell Roulette championship?  A month and a half?  And how is that relevant you may ask?  Dependability, my friend.”

She smirks at the camera before flipping her hair over her shoulder a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œAs a champion, you are not very dependable.  I'm sorry but the cold, hard truth hurts.  You held the championship for a month and twenty-five days.  So you could have had it for two months but you failed to do so.  You failed to have any sort of dependability as a champion.  Do you think that is what Mark Ward wants for his company?!  Somebody that they can't rely on?!”

Mikah rolls her eyes in complete disgust.  She was tired of all of these champions just dropping their belts after only holding onto them for a month or so at a time.  Didn't anybody know what hard work was anymore?

;;Mikah  â€œAnd don't even bring up that idiot of a she-man, Christian Underwood.  Because he doesn't know shit.  He thinks he's being all fair and all that but how is it fair?  How is it fair that I have to defend against you again when you've done nothing to earn that right?  Oh, because you beat Mercedes last week on Climax Control?  Newsflash, I beat the fuck out of both of you morons at High Stakes!  Where the fuck is my celebration?  Or my congratulations!?  Do you think I got any from any morons that work in this company other than Mark and Alexis?  Fuck no.  This company is all about Drake Green.  Drake this and Drake that well you know what?!  Fuck Drake Green and his super shitty girlfriend.”

She was rambling off topic and she wasn't going to be stopped.

;;Mikah  â€œWho's the ONLY champion that's employed by SCW that's held their championship for nearly six months without dropping it?  Me.  Who's been on a hot streak since May?  Me.  Do I get any recognition from anybody about my hard work?  Nope.  So fuck that shit.  You shouldn't be getting any recognition for simply beating Mercedes Vargas in a singles match.  I'm not sorry that I don't think you're important, Crystal.  I'm important.  I'm the who that matters, not you.”

She takes a moment to calm herself down, taking a few deep breaths before looking at her sister and other friends.  They were slightly amused but slightly taken back from her tenacity.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not knocking you as a competitor, even though it may seem like I am because obviously you know how to wrestle in a ring.  Because you fucking beat Mercedes Vargas in a singles match!  You get a championship opportunity!  Go you!  Do you know what would have happened if the roles were reversed?!  If you were champion and I was the one that had beat Mercedes in a singles match!?  I would've gotten fucking nothing because I'm not Christian's favorite.  Sure, I might be Mark's favorite but we all know who does the booking.”

She rolls her eyes again, a common occurrence for her when she was on a rant.

;;Mikah  â€œWe all know that I'm not Christian Underwood's favorite.  Not by a landslide.  But you would think he'd look at things to make it fair.  But has he ever done that?  Nope.  Claims he hasn't stacked the odds against me and maybe he hasn't but he sure likes to hand out championship opportunity.  Hey!  He's the Oprah of SCW!  Maybe I will start calling him ChristOprah; seems fitting.”

She pushes her platinum blonde locks away from her face as she relaxes a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œIt may seem like I don't like you, Crystal and that's far from the truth.  I think in some weird, alternate universe we could actually be friends.  But here is life and here is Christian throwing you in a match against me.  I don't think he actually thinks you can beat me, Crystal.  Because like I said, this is a game of Chess between him and myself.  You're a pawn in a game that is never going to end.  Right now, I'm untouchable.  How many times do I have to prove it?  I can prove it title defense after title defense and it won't affect me.  But when is it going to sink in that I'm not going to just let somebody take MY championship away from me?  I'm going to have to be close to unconsciousness to let the match be over.”

She purses her lips, pausing a moment or so to think.  She was almost tired of wearing the wedding dress.  She looks down at the pretty but simple dress and then looks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œThis dress normally represents a bond between a man and woman on their special day.  But do you know what this dress is representing for me, Crystal?”

She tilts her head to the side a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œThis dress represents the bond that I have with MY championship.  The one that will not be severed come Sunday.  It may sound ridiculous to you and everybody else but I am practically married to my championship.  And not in some weird way, either.  I've put my own marriage on the back burner to be the Bombshell Champion FOR SCW.  My marriage is in complete turmoil and I'll be the first to admit that it's my fault.  But I don't care.  I love my job.  I LOVE being the Champion that SCW deserves.  Maybe not the champion that it wants but the one it deserves.  Do you think that you will be able to do that, Crystal?  You're getting married.  You're not going to have any time for that dirtbag guy you're marrying.  You will have so much promotional shit to do that it isn't even funny.  You won't be able to put it on the back burner to be a wife.  Or a newlywed.”

She simply shrugs again, looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not complaining about it, not at all.  Because if I could do anything over, I wouldn't change a thing.  I wouldn't change putting my marriage in turmoil for my job.  It's something that Gavin doesn't currently understand.  He doesn't get the stress or the demand that I get because I'm the Bombshell Champion.  Maybe he will, now that he's back in competition.  But I do what I do for SCW.  Are you willing to put SCW first?  Before your marriage?  I don't think you are.  Because if you were, Crystal, you would still be the roulette champion and not some other scrub.  And may not like what I'm saying but the truth always stings.  Always.”

She steps down off of the pedestal and sits down carefully, with Debbie giving her a dirty look.

;;Mikah  â€œI want you to enjoy this week, Crystal.  To enjoy what it felt like to think about possibly becoming the Bombshell Champion.  I remember what it felt like when I had the opportunity to take the championship away from Raynin.  It was thrilling and I enjoyed that week but I also hated it.  Because I didn't know what Sunday was going to bring but now I know what Sunday is going to bring.  And you may think that I'm just being presumptuous but I'm not.  I know that I'm going to win because I am more determined to win than you are.  Just because you want a championship so badly doesn't mean that you're going to get it, Crystal and I apologize in advance for crushing your trachea.  It's just something that has to be done.  I'm going to be the one that will be walking out of that arena with the championship slung so perfectly over my perfect shoulder.  Your hopes and dreams will be in shatters at your feet.  It will not matter to me whether you're broken in two in the ring or if you're spewing blood from your mouth.  The only thing that matters to me this week is retaining my championship.  And I'm not worried about it.”

She leans forward, placing her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.

;;Mikah  â€œI have no doubt that you will bring everything you've got to the match but I'm just that much better than you are.  Don't discredit what I've done in the past six months because everything is just as important to our match this Sunday.  You have a lot to work with, you know what I'm capable of and I know what you're capable of.  I've got a win against you in the record books.  I know that you're not some easy person to get past.  But that doesn't mean that I'm intimidated by you or scared that you're going to be the one to take my championship away from me.  This match is the main event on Sunday.  Have you been in a main event recently?  Or ever?  I don't keep track of other people's matches so forgive me if you have.  Being in the main even means that we have the opportunity to steal the sore.  Or well, more like me, and not you.  Everybody knows that I'm the BEST champion that the company has to offer.  And it's not a knock at Alexis or anything.  It's the truth.  Look at my record.  Look at how long I've held this championship.  This is going to be my fifth or so defense and I will be successful.  I'm going to break records.  I'm going to change how things are in those silly little record books.”

She lets a smile grace her face before she stands back up and tugs at the strapless top of the dress.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause on Sunday, Crystal you won't have anything else to say but Yes to Defeat.”

She winks at the camera before grinning wide as she sees her very best friend, Christian Othniel walk into the Bridal store.  He had gone off to some other store while she had done this.  She hops off of the pedestal and hurries over to him and gives him a hug, letting the camera film that before it cuts out to black.

<p align=”Right”>"SOLVE YOUR PROBELMS."
LOCATION: NEWYORKCITY, NEWYORK
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 7
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE iii
REC•



It had been a long afternoon of doing things with Christian Othniel, busy things of touring the city and sightseeing.  Of course, to finish the day off, Mikah had stopped somewhere with him to not eat with him and then had a couple of drinks with him--where they bantered over stupid things that didn’t even really matter.  But now, she was standing outside of her home and was literally staring at the front door, wondering if she could sneak in a run before going inside or not.  But the riding boots and leggings weren’t very comfortable running clothes.

A few minutes pass by before deciding that running would have to wait--at least until morning anyways.  She sighs as she walks up the sidewalk that lead to the front door to her extra extravagant home.  She pushes the door open and steps inside to the quiet that awaited her.  She raises an eyebrow before she shuts the door quietly behind her.  he rs her fingers through her tousled blonde locks before listening.  There weren’t any sounds around that she could hear and maybe people were sleeping.  It was almost midnight, afterall.  She was sure that Leighton was asleep and she didn’t quite think that Gavin was but it was awfully quiet.

She walks into the living room and peeks around the doorway to see the room empty.  She sighs a bit before turning and slightly skipping into the kitchen and nearly jumps at the sight of Gavin standing by the island, drinking whatever it was he chose to drink most days.


;;Mikah  â€œFor fucks sake, Gavin.  Don’t just...stand there like a grade A creep.”

She rolls her eyes before moving to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of peach-mango flavored coconut water and unscrewing the lid and taking a long drink of it, her eyes still on Gavin.  She was curious to see if he had any remark about where she had been.  Although she had told him exactly what she was going to be doing and with whom.

;;Mikah  â€œSo...you’re just going to be quiet?  I don’t believe it for a second.”

She keeps her eyes on him, trying to judge and gauge his mood as she stands on the opposite end of the island, leaving space between them.

::Gavin “New thing I’m trying, saying less is more sort of thing..”

She shrugs her shoulders, letting it roll off of her shoulders as she stands there.  She was literally looking at two different streets in her mind and was trying to pick just one to take.

;;Mikah  â€œLess is never more.  Ever.”

The woman didn’t believe in having anything less than what she thought she deserved or wanted.  Dexter, Luna, and Hannah were living proof of that.  The three dogs that took up residence in their home, much to Gavin’s dismay.

;;Mikah  â€œSo...this is all you do now-a-days?  Creep around?”

She raises an eyebrow at him.  She wasn’t sure if she was poking at him or not.  She was just going to say whatever came to her mind.  She sees him open his mouth to speak but she cuts him off.

;;Mikah  â€œBefore you ask--and I know you will--Christian is at a hotel, which is VERY rude of me.”

It was a fight that she didn’t want to have because she was probably a little more stubborn than she’d like to admit.  And she made choices on the whim and didn’t thoroughly plan them out.

::Gavin  â€œI don’t really care where Christian is..  But - what I do now-a-days is well, same as I’ve always done.  Whatever I please.”

Mikah sighs a bit as she takes another drink of her peach mango flavored coconut water.  She wasn’t sure how she wanted to react but she was sure the filter would disappear.

;;Mikah  â€œWow.  Me too.”

She flashes him a smirk before she hops up to sit on the counter and leans back, letting her shoulder blades rest against the kitchen cabinets.  Her eyes, however were still on Gavin.

::Gavin “So you and I haven’t been doing husband and wife things like hanging out because you want to uh..  not be?”

She shrugs her shoulders as she crosses one leg over the other.  She looks at him before shrugging again, the process becoming rather repetitive.

;;Mikah  â€œSomething like that. . .I suppose.”

She lets a smirk slip off her lips before glancing over at him before moving into a criss-cross seated position on the kitchen counter.  She was ready to be in her new house; the house that wouldn’t be done even until spring.

::Gavin  â€œSo..  that being said..  planning on divorcing me, or something?  I wouldn’t blame you, if you did.  Shits been kinda bad, not sure what to say to fix it, that sort of thing.”

She frowns a bit.  How many divorces had she been through?  Technically one and one really, really bad break up but they had thought they were married, so it counted, right?

;;Mikah  â€œYou’re the one that brought it up.  Not me, pal.”

She knew that she was deflecting.  Avoiding or whatever it was called.  She was pretty good at it.  She raises an eyebrow at him before leaning back against the cabinets.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you sure that’s not what YOU want?  I mean, I’ve not been...nice to you but to be fair, I haven’t been around you in almost two months.  Working with impotent morons is challenging, you know.  I swear, Mark and Alexis are the only two that know how to do anything around there; do NOT let Christian Underwood handle anything because then he goes and signs morons like Drake Green.”

When all else fails, ramble.  Ramble until it becomes awkward and there’s that stale silence in between people.

::Gavin  â€œEh, I think things could be fixed.  Just need to talk and actually settle things, instead of throwing insults out there.  I still remember why I fell for you in the first place, it’s not like something’s gone..  Just - we haven’t gotten to you know, be together in a bit.  Like, right there, this isn’t about Christian, Mark, Alexis..  It’s about you and me.  I know they’re your friends, your enemies, and so on.  But - there’s a point, I feel where the friends have to stay behind and it’s left to you and me to figure things out here.  I know everyone sucks there but, you’re my wife, Mikah.”

Gavin reach out and took her by the hand, fondly smiling over in her direction lightly.  Not usually one for the mushy stuff, but if a situation had ever called for it, this was it.  She wasn’t sure what to do with that; that stuff wasn’t something she strived for in life.  It hadn’t been apart of her life before, either.  The relationship she’d had with Alexander Fabb wasn’t even technically a relationship, even though if she was honest there had maybe been feelings there.  The only other relationship she had that probably meant something was with a man who disappeared on her.  But that was then and it wasn’t something that she wanted to dwell on.  And she didn’t like feelings or emotions.  She wasn’t that girl.  She wasn’t her sister, which sometimes it felt as if it would’ve been easier to be her sister and not deal with the complicated bullshit that came with being a neglected child turned into an adult.

;;Mikah  â€œFixable.  How many bends in a piece of plastic before it breaks, Gavin?”

She takes a deep breath, slowly inhaling before even more slowly exhaling.  She let her hand stay in his, trying not to pull it away from him as they stood/sat there in a pretty awkward silence.

::Gavin “Oh don’t go getting all poetic.  I’d say we’re more steel, or titanium or something.  We were on ground zero when Liz Smalls became a thing, remember?  If we can survive that, well, I’m pretty sure we can survive anything.”

She frowns a bit, trying to remember but her memory was drawing a blank.  She couldn’t even blame the alcohol on that because she hadn’t had many drinks with Othniel.

;;Mikah  â€œRemind me of the Liz Smalls thing.  Because I’m literally drawing a blank.”

She purses her lips together, trying her best to recall up that memory.  But there was nothing there.  But to be fair to her, her mind was all about SCW at the moment.

::Gavin  â€œShe was like some boney meth lady, always used to tweet us in Uncensored.  Something about carrying me.”

Mikah blinks a few times before frowning.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd what does that have to do with us being at ground zero?  I’m just...drawing a blank here.”

She blinks at him again, a blank look in her eyes.  She wasn’t trying to avoid the real situation at hand but she was just...trying to jog her memory a bit.

::Gavin  â€œWell, seeing as how we survived the worst thing to ever happen to wrestling, and the worst woman..  Only for you to become the best woman to ever happen to wrestling.  I’m just saying that’s an accomplishment in and of itself for this little marriage of ours.”

She just nods her head slowly, not sure if she followed but she was going to just agree to agree so she didn’t have to press that matter on.  Liz Smalls was now knocked up and not a threat to anybody but Kris Halich.

;;Mikah  â€œRight…”

She wasn’t sure where to take the conversation now. She wasn’t really sure what he really wanted out of her, either.  Did he want her to be more like the puke, Roxi Johnson who shares WAY too much on Twitter about her love life with the psycho?  She wasn’t sure.  But that wasn’t who she was either.

;;Mikah  â€œI’m not sure what to say here, literally.”

Pointing out the obvious was always something that worked and worked well.  She looks at Gavin, who clearly had a much better hold on his psyche and his mental well being, so to speak.

::Gavin  â€œ..  I’m kind of suggesting you actually attempt to be my wife again, like the good ole days.  Is that a lot to ask?  I don’t know how you’re not like, getting this.  And it’s not a knock against you, fucks sake if I didn’t like this side of you, I wouldn’t of married you to start with but..  Just figure out if you still wanna be my wife, okay, Miks?  I miss you, I really do.  But - this whole blank slate, fighting bullshit we’re doing..  It’s kind of bland and boring.  You know me well enough to know I give shit to people who can’t seem to get along and still stick together..  I don’t want that being us.”

He suddenly moved in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before turning and starting to walk.  He’d made enough of a plea, and of course he hoped to reach some side of her.  But he wasn’t too sure how well that would work out.  She just watches him as he walks out of the kitchen and she sits there, a bit in silence.  She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say but it was a lot to process and part of her wanted to throw her shoe at him for giving her a lot to process when she had a possibly career-altering match on Sunday.  Her attention needed to be on her match and not on whether she wanted her relationship with her husband to work out or not.


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Climax Control Archives / ∞Restraining Order Needed
« on: September 25, 2015, 05:23:15 PM »
 
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”Such an Uptown Girl.”
Where:Buenos Aires, Argentina
Days until Showtime:7
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The blonde bombshell walked into the hotel suite that she'd managed to snag all on her own.  She was a bit drunk from her escapades with who she called her 'best buddy,' Mark Ward.  She giggles as she sits down at the desk in the living area of the suite and pulls open her laptop and starts it up while she pulls her long, straight blonde locks up into a ponytail.  She opens up her Skype and logs in before clicking on Gavin's name and Skyping him.  It rings a few times before she sees his handsome face on the screen she smiles before waving at him.  She was drunk and she could barely remember if they were on good terms or bad terms.

;;Mikah  â€œHi, Gavs.”

Her words were slurred together and sounded much more like Highavs instead of what she'd actually tried to say.

::Gavin  â€œOh, I should've guessed. . .you're drunk.”

He didn't sound very happy about it but it wasn't like he could do much about it since he was in New York City and she was in Argentina.

;:Mikah  â€œUm.  I think so.”

She tilts her head to the side, as if it was such a hard statement to understand.  She looks at the screen and offers Gavin a small smile.

::Gavin  â€œOf course.”

Mikah frowns a little bit before taking a small drink of her pineapple flavored coconut water.  She sits criss-cross style in the chair as she continues to look at her husband.

;:Mikah  â€œIs there something else that I should be doing, Gavin James?”

::Gavin  â€œPerhaps you should be being sober enough to have a conversation with your husband.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the webcam located on her laptop before rolling her eyes at her husband's request, as if it was such a ridiculous request for him to make.

;:Mikah  â€œI'm having a conversation with you right now, Gavin.  What else do you want from me?”

It was something that she and her husband would never agree on.  She takes a breath before leaning back just a bit in the chair, letting her husband see her bare stomach thanks to the crop top that she was still wearing.

::Gavin  â€œNot to drink 24/7.”

;:Mikah  â€œI don't drink 24/7, Gavin.  Don't be so...grouchy.”

She moves one of her legs so that her foot is flat on the chair and her knee is bent.  She looks at Gavin through the screen.

::Gavin  â€œI'm always grouchy, it's my thing.  How's wherever it is you are this week?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm still in Argentina.  Just got back from....well, never mind.  How's New York City?  How's Leighton?”

::Gavin  â€œBack from...?”

She looks at Gavin before looking around her hotel room.  She probably could lie and get away with it but she didn't like to lie to him about what she's been doing.

;;Mikah  â€œThe bar.”

She chooses not to mention that she was with Mark, not wanting to brew that argument up.

::Gavin  "You know, Leighton tried to call you earlier but..guessing you're far too busy drinking excessively."

She laughs, accidentally letting the noise slip from her lips.

;;Mikah  â€œSeriously, Gavin.  It's 2 am here and 1 am there.  She should have been in bed at 9 pm to go to school tomorrow.  And since when have you even cared about my daughter?”

The alcohol she'd consumed made it harder for her to filter the things she said.  Like what she'd just let slip from her lips.

::Gavin  â€œSince I married you.  And – she's a kid, kids stay awake.”

She raises an eyebrow before shaking her head a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œSince you married me....hm.  Okay, I'll go with it for now.  And I don't have any missed calls on my phone from her.”

She was too drunk to press the matter even further than it was already pressed.  She repositions herself in her chair as she looks at the screen.

::Gavin  â€œMaybe she called the wrong number, either way.  Slow down with the drinking.”

;;Mikah  â€œI'll think about it.”

Realistically, she wouldn't really think about it but she told her husband that to ease his mind.  She loved him and didn't want him to worry about her all the time.  She covers her mouth as she yawns before she looks at the screen again.

::Gavin  â€œGood.  So..uh...how's things?”

She shrugs her shoulders.  It was hard enough for them to be apart but she was starting to adjust to not being in the same city or even the same country as he was.  She personally felt that it was easier this way; easier to stay on the road rather than go back to New York City and then go back to wherever it was SCW was going to be at.

;;Mikah  â€œGood.  Great, actually.  I'm having a blast.  How's New York City?  How's my daughter?”

She loved her daughter but she couldn't be in two places at once and Leighton was mature enough to understand that.

::Gavin  â€œShe's alive.  Still has her head.  That's about all one can ask for.”

Mikah gives him a look.

;;Mikah  â€œI still don't find that funny, even drunk.”

::Gavin  â€œThat's why you married me; for the sense of humor.”

She didn't laugh and she definitely didn't smile.  She wasn't sure how to respond to that either.  But for some reason it kind of irked her.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, I definitely didn't marry you for the money.”

She rolls her eyes a little bit.

::Gavin  â€œHaha, yeah.  I love you too.”

;;Mikah  â€œThat's what you got out of that?”

She rolls her eyes a bit before covering her mouth to stifle another yawn that was threatening to spill from her lips.  She looks at Gavin before looking around the spacious suite.

::Gavin  â€œWell, if you didn't marry me for the money, the list of reasons just gets less from there.  So.”

She takes a deep breath before raising an eyebrow in her husband's direction.  She reaches up and pulls the ponytail elastic out of her hair and shakes her blonde locks about.

;;Mikah  â€œProbably true.   But still, doesn't mean I find your jokes filled with humor.”

She yawns again.  She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them as she wraps her arms around her legs.  She was even more tired than she realized, but the alcohol would do just that.  She lets her head start to rest down against her knees, her eyes starting to close before she heard Gavin calling her back to real life.  She groans before propping her head up once to look at Gavin through the camera.

::Gavin  â€œOh well.  Everyone has something they don't like about someone else, I suppose.”

She shrugs her shoulders at the same time that Gavin does on the other end of the camera.  She smiles softly before tucking her hair behind her ears and grabbing her hoodie and tugging it on over her crop top that she was still wearing.

;;Mikah  â€œLook, I would love to stay up and discuss these things that we don't like about one another...but I'm exhausted.”

This time she didn't even try to stifle a yawn as the lack of sleep was catching up to her.  That or the alcohol was really starting to flow slowly through her veins and making her feel sluggish.

::Gavin  â€œMaybe you shouldn't be out drinking so much and you'd be well rested.”

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe you should not worry about what I'm doing.”

Mikah had answered rather quickly, despite being tired and drunk.  She offers him a small smile before taking a deep breath.

::Gavin  â€œI always worry about what you're doing.  It's my job as your husband.”

Mikah yawns again, covering her mouth with her hand, which was covered by her sweatshirt sleeve.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm in good company.  Nothing is ever going to happen to me.”

She ust shrugs a bit before letting her chin rest on her knees as she kept her knees pulled up to her chest.  Sometimes she thought about cutting the drinking down but often didn't follow through with her thoughts.  She looks at Gavin, looking for any signs of sleepiness but she sees none.  He was like a night owl and could go on and on without sleep.  She wish she had that sort of stamina when it came to drinking.

::Gavin  â€œMaybe.”

He chuckles but it sounded a little uncomfortable to her and she just offers him a small, sympathetic smile.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm serious!  Mark makes sure that I don't get raped or mugged.”

She can both see and hear him sigh as she mentions Mark. She really didn't care that he didn't want her to hang out with Mark; she was going to do whatever she wanted so it was better for him to pretend that he didn't hear her.

::Gavin  â€œListen, just remember, you have a husband who actually, despite his shitty attitude, cares a lot about you.”

She sighs a bit, trying not to sound irritated with him as he reminds her of just who he is to her.  She didn't want to deal with that.  She didn't want to be lectured like she was a teenager in high school even though she hadn't gotten a single lecture when she was in high school either.  But she assumed it felt like this.  She assumed it felt as if he was trying to talk down to her in a 'you-must-listen-to-me' sort of way.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.”

She runs her fingers through her blonde locks before looking at him again.  She was almost half asleep and she wanted to just go lay down in her bed and fall asleep.

::Gavin  â€œNow, Skype sex?  Kidding....maybe?”

She gives him a slight chastising look as she keeps her chin propped up on her knees.  She closes her eyes for a few minutes before opening them back up to see her husband smirking a bit.  He apparently enjoyed watching her fight off her sleep.

;;Mikah  â€œI need to go to sleep, Gavin James.”

She was having a hard time staying awake as it was and she didn't even want to go there.

::Gavin  â€œOh come on, Miks.”

;;Mikah  â€œI'm serious, Gavin.  I have to catch a flight.”

She again has to cover her mouth as she yawns.  She understood that she needed to have some time with her husband but she didn't view this as good time spent with one's husband.

::Gavin  â€œAnd you can sleep, as soon as you hang out with your husband just a little biiiit longer.”

She groans loudly before putting her forehead on her knees and burying her face from his view.  She was trying not to get whiny and annoying but it was becoming harder and harder to not just cry from pure exhaustion.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're going to watch me sleep, then.”

::Gavin  â€œOh come onnn..”

Mikah rests her head against her knees before closing her eyes and feigning sleep.  He makes a loud noise and she peeks her eyes open.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm serious.”

He chuckles a bit.

::Gavin  â€œI do miss watching you sleep.”

He winks at her and she rolls her eyes as she gets up, and takes the laptop with her into the bedroom.  She sets it down on the one side of the bed that she doesn't sleep on before climbing into the bed.  She sighs contently as she settles down into the bed.  She looks at him, her head resting on the pillow and the laptop in front of her.  She pulls the blankets around her before looking at him.

;;Mikah  â€œFine.  Now you can watch me sleep.”

He just smiles as she continues to just look at him through the webcam as she winds down from the night's events.  Bugging Christian Underwood took a lot out of her and then spending the night drinking with Mark sometimes took even more out of her.  It was a busy life for a busy girl.

”Filing a Motion.”
Where: Asunción, Paraguay
Days until Showtime:5
||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE ii]

Mikah tucks her hair behind her ears as she walks into a tall building, which looked like a skyscraper that is seen in many large cites; a lot of glass windows, her Bombshell championship slung over her shoulder.  She pushes her designer sunglasses to the top of her head as she stops in what appears to be the lobby area of some sort of office.  She adjusts her championship on her shoulder before walking to the front desk where security seemed to be standing.

—Security Guard  â€œName?”

Mikah looks at him before looking at his partner that was standing to his left.  She takes a deep breath as she looks down at her championship that was still sitting pretty on her shoulder.  She had an appointment with a lawyer and yet, here she was dealing with the idiots that run the front desks on the main floor.

;;Mikah  â€œMy name is Mikah.  I am here to see Mr. Andersen.  I have an appointment.”

He grunts something that was incoherent before he looks at his slip of paper then looking up at her.  He gives her a visitor's badge before looking her over, holding onto the visitor's badge a few seconds longer just to get a longer, better look.

—Security Guard  â€œHe's on the eighth floor.  Miss Livingston will be there, waiting for you.”

Mikah just rolls her eyes at the security guard before walking through the space between the two guards and moves to the elevators.  She presses the up button and steps inside once the doors open.  She doesn't bother looking at the security guards as she fixes the skirt of her dress.  She smirks at the guards as the doors close, closing her off from their view.  She relaxes a bit before looking at her reflection in the stainless steel of the elevator doors.  The dress she was wearing was white and had a plunging neckline.  The skirt of the dress was short and all elements of the dress was skin tight on her.  She had a gold necklace on and gold bangle-bracelets on her left wrist.  She adjusts the top, feeling a bit awkward with her weird bra that she had to wear with the dress before looking down at her gold-glittered stiletto pumps.  She looks up as she hears the elevator ding, indicating that the elevator had arrived at the eighth floor.

She takes a deep breath before taking a step out of the elevator and looks around the floor.  It had an elegant feeling to it and it appeared to Mikah as if they'd hired an interior designer to give it the feeling that it was giving Mikah.  She offers a small smile to who she assumes is Miss Livingston.  She walks up to her desk and looks directly into the brunette's eyes.


;;Mikah  â€œYes, Hi.  I'm Mikah and I'm here to see Mr. Andersen.”

Mikah watches as she looks through the computer, clearly looking at the appointments that her boss has lined up.  She then offers a small smile in Mikah's direction.

__Miss Livingston “Of course.  He's actually ready for you, so you may go on in.”

Mikah smiles before walking past the front desk and opens the door that leads into a rather spacious office to see Mr. Andersen sitting behind his desk.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œAh, yes.  Mikah Stephens.  It's a pleasure to meet you, please sit down.”

Mikah offers him what appears to be a small smile before shaking his hand and then sitting down.  She hadn't a chance to look him over.  It was apparent that he wasn't originally from Paraguay but that he had decided to open one up here.  She looks him over, his blonde hair was short but not too short and kept styled in a professional manner.  She didn't care that she appeared to be staring and caught his brown eyes and offered him a small, shy smile.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's a pleasure to meet you too.”

She smiles again before crossing her one leg over the other before leaning back to get a little more comfortable.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œSo, I've went over the stuff that you sent me via email and I've printed things out.  I'm just not so sure what we can do about this...”

He looks up at her after having looked over the pieces of papers that he had scattered on his desk that were the ones that Mikah had sent him.

;;Mikah  â€œI know that it's difficult, since Keira and I both work in the same company.  But there has to be something that says that she's not allowed to talk about me or tweet at me or something.  That girl is the most annoying girl that I've ever met.  And trust me, that is hard to say when you know a woman named Veronica Taylor.”

She was trying not to talk fast but she could feel that she was.  She was irritated; Keira Fisher was annoying as fuck to her.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œI'm just not sure what I can do for you legally that your bosses will have to abide by...”

Mikah sighs before looking at him and shaking her head.

;;Mikah  â€œYou do not understand!  This woman is mentally unstable, Mr. Andersen.  I mean, at one point she had threatened to eat my insides and that is not right.  She's not right in the head and I feel as if I'm not safe at my job.”

Mr. Andersen takes a deep breath as he looks at the blonde bombshell in front of him.  She looks at him, her eyes wide and serious.  She tucks her hair behind her ears as she looks at him.  She was hopeful that there was something that he could do about Keira Fisher.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œI know you feel threatened, Mikah.  But you work with this woman and you are booked in a match with her this coming Sunday.  I know you want me to be a miracle worker, but things don't work that way.”

She looks at him, her eyes looking into his.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're a lawyer.  You're supposed to be the one that knows how to handle these kind of things.  This woman is a terrorist.  She's a terrorist on Twitter and she's just...a horrible person.  And this isn't me saying I'm mother fucking Theresa or anything but she seriously has problems.  And I know, if you delve into my past, you'll find all sorts of issues there but I'm not threatening people on Twitter.  I'm not telling people that I'm going to eat their insides or bathe in them or whatever the hell she likes to tweet about.”

He takes a deep breath.  He knew that she was serious about this but he also knew that there wasn't much that he could do about it either.  Or at least, not until their match was done and over with.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œLook, I understand that you don't feel that you're safe when you're at work.  But there's not much legally that I can do until your match--”

He got cut off mid-sentence by Mikah.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not looking to get out of the match because when it comes to wrestling, I can kick her ass.  I'm not the Bombshell Champion because I'm pretty.  I mean, ask Raynin or Veronica Taylor how it feels to go one-on-one with me.  At the end of the night, I kick ass.  And I already know that I can beat Keira.  I'm not scared of her in the ring, Mr. Andersen.  I'm scared of her outside of the ring.  The threat that she imposes to my life and to my well being.  I have a daughter that needs me alive and with that thing's threats lingering over my head, I cannot be the best mother that I can be with those there.  I just...I just want a sense of security.  That's all.”

She uncrosses her legs and then crosses them again but with the other across it.  He looks at her and then looks back down at the pieces of files.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œI understand, trust me I understand.  But there isn't anything that I can put in place by this weekend; not until your match with Ms. Fisher is over.”

It was Mikah's turn to sigh as she looks across the desk at Mr. Andersen.

;;Mikah  â€œI understand that.  And like I said Mr. Andersen, I'm not looking to get out of the match.  Because I'm not a coward and I take on whatever it is that Christian Underwood books me in.  But this is my life that I'm worried about, not my career.  My career is fine.  I'd be okay if I literally retired tomorrow at the top of my game.”

She was serious about it.  She wanted something in place to keep Keira Fisher away from her if they didn't have a match.  She didn't want Keira to Tweet at her or mention her name.  The woman was annoying and wanted to insert herself into every argument that Mikah got into on Twitter, when it had absolutely NOTHING to do with Keira.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œLook, I'll tell you wh-”

He didn't have a chance to continue as Mikah interrupts him again.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd let's talk about this little 'Twitter war' that Christian wants to call it.  How is it a Twitter war if I haven't responded to any of her tweets in weeks?  I mean, if it was a war like he's claiming in the match write up backstory, how come it's only one sided and on her side?  It's like she's so desperate for attention that it's ridiculous.  I don't even understand.  I wouldn't insert myself into somebody else's argument because I felt that it was necessary.  No, that's not what I'm about.  But Keira?!  She doesn't have any boundaries.  It's as if she was raised in barn or a pound or something!”

It was safe to say that there wasn't one quality about Keira that Mikah liked.  It had nothing to do with her lifestyle, it was how she presented herself and how she thought what she said was always important when it wasn't.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œOkay, would you please let me talk now?”

He tilted his head at her, his eyebrows raised as he looked at her.  She blushes a bit before nodding her head.  Sometimes, she got on a rant and couldn't stop talking.  It happened more than she even realized but she had so many things that she wanted to say and she just wanted to get them out there so that they were said.

;;Mikah  â€œOkay.  I'm sorry but there were things that you needed to know.  Things that I felt were important to this situation.”

She closes her mouth and looks at him, expectantly.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œSunday will be here and you'll have your match with Keira.  I can put in place a restraining order where she has to stay so many feet away from you when you're not booked in a match with one another.  Of course, it might be a bit difficult for Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood to put both of your locker rooms that far from one another but that is not my problem.  You consulted me to find a solution to your problem.  And this, this is the best I can do, given the circumstances.”

Mikah smiles at him before looking at his desk, that was cluttered with papers.  She tucks her hair behind her ears again before leaning forward just slightly.

;;Mikah  â€œThat's all I wanted.  Was something in place that would make me feel safe.  You really don't know what this woman's like.  She's a complete nutjob.”

Mikah presses her lips together and watches as Mr. Andersen brings up his laptop to type something up for her.  She grabs her championship belt, making sure it was firmly in place.

♂♂Mr. Andersen  â€œI will get this typed up, filed, and then I will have a judge see it and sign it before I send a copy to all parties that need to be notified.”

Mikah smiles at him, beaming happily at him.

;;Mikah  â€œThank you, Mr. Andersen for all your help.  I truly appreciate it.”

She didn't bother giving him the time to say anything else as she gets up and walks out of his office and past Miss Livingston's desk and back into the elevator within minutes.  She presses the button to take her down to the lobby, feeling a little bit better about the plan she had in place.  She wasn't going to let the fucking weirdo that was Keira Fisher get to her at all.  It was as if Keira was a nobody now.  And that is no pun at Tim Staggs' group either.

”In My Daughter's Eyes.”
Where: Asunción, Paraguay
Days until Showtime:4
||OFF-CAMERA.||--|SCENE iii]

Since she had last talked to her husband and he informed her that she'd missed Leighton's calls, she felt horrible.  She felt bad, as if what she was doing was selfish and maybe on some level it was.  But she wanted to provide the best life for Leighton that she possible could and that meant she did what she did for a living to give Leighton those things.  And because she loved it so she felt that she was lucky that she got to be the mom that did the cool job but still got to be mom at the end of the day.

She puts her phone on speakerphone as she sits down on the couch in her suite of the hotel she was staying in.  The minute she heard Leighton's sweet voice say, “hello” on the other end, she smiled, happily.


;;Mikah  â€œHey my beautiful girl.”

She lays down so that she's laying on the couch.  She loved when she actually got to talk to her daughter but it was becoming harder and harder to do so while they were overseas.

¿¿Leighton  â€œHey, mom.  What's up?”

The fact that her daughter was saying things like that made Mikah feel just a little old.  It was as if the ten year old was growing up faster than Mikah had wanted.  But Mikah remembered that she had grown up at an alarmingly fast rate too.

;;Mikah  â€œOh, just sitting in my hotel room.  Bored out of my mind.  What are you doing?”

She was eager to see just what her daughter was doing and what her husband might be doing.

¿¿Leighton  â€œI just finished my homework.  Going to make Gavin order a pizza or something.  Do you have a match on Sunday, Mom?”

Her daughter understood that Mikah's career was demanding and that she wouldn't get to see her as often as her other friends saw their parents but she understood.  Leighton also liked that her mother was a wrestler because it was a job that made people jealous.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, I do.  Against a mentally unstable woman named Keira Fisher.”

Mikah pouts her bottom lip out a bit even though Leighton couldn't see her.

¿¿Leighton  â€œFor your championship?”

The question lingered for a moment as Mikah thought about what could've happened if her championship had been on the line.  But thankfully, Mark Ward actually had a brain.

;;Mikah  â€œNope.  Mark has a brain and refused to let Mr. Underwood make the match be for the championship.  Are you learning anything new in school?”

Her daughter didn't ever need any reminders about school or doing her homework and was at the top of her class.

¿¿Leighton  â€œJust fifth grade stuff.”

Mikah chuckles at her daughter's vague answer before she sits up and runs her fingers through her blonde locks.

;;Mikah  â€œStill at the top of your class, Leigh?”

Mikah wanted her daughter to be smart and to use school to her advantage.  She also wanted her daughter to have the social life that Mikah'd had.  Maybe not the sex and alcohol that Mikah got into at a much too early age but the friends.

¿¿Leighton  â€œYes, mother.”

The irritation was there.  Only the irritation that a mother could provoke from her child about pestering questions like Mikah had asked Leighton.  It brought a smile to her face that she could get those reactions from her daughter.  Even over the phone.  She also assumed that her daughter had rolled her eyes at her.

;;Mikah  â€œDid you roll your eyes at me, Leighton Emily?”

She raises an eyebrow as she waits for her daughter's response.

¿¿Leighton  â€œOf course not, mother.”

She could hear the chuckle in her daughter's voice and could tell that Leighton was going to go find Gavin.  She just listened for the moment before she could hear the barking of the three dogs that lived in her New York City home.  The three dogs that Leighton took care of when Mikah was out and about.

;;Mikah  â€œHow's my Dexter and Hannah?”

Leighton makes as groaning noise along with a scoffing noise.

¿¿Leighton  â€œDexter still does not like Luna.  Growls at her at every chance he gets while Hannah plays just fine with Luna.  Dexter misses you, I think.”

That brought a smile to Mikah's face.  Dexter was her Alaskan Klee Kai puppy that she's had almost a year.  Luna was a samoyed puppy that was all white that Leighton had talked her into buying when they walked past a well known pet store.

;;Mikah  â€œHe probably does.  It's been a while since I've seen him, you know.  And you.  I miss you, Leighton.”

Mikah didn't speak her emotions very often and when she did, she was sincere about them.  She sighs as bit as she looks around her empty hotel room, wishing she had her daughter with her to entertain or have some noise throughout the hotel room.

¿¿Leighton  â€œI miss you too, Mom.  It's rather quiet here without you; Gavin plays those video games all the time.”

Mikah chuckles before nodding her head as if Leighton could see her.  She knew that Gavin enjoyed his video games and she knew that Leighton knew it as well.  That's why, when needed she had the nanny/maid come over to take care of Leighton when she didn't trust Gavin to do so.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, baby.  I know.”

Mikah stretches a bit before sighing as she needed to go on her last run of the night.

¿¿Leighton  â€œYou need to go, don't you?”

Mikah tried not to read into the obvious disappointment in her daughter's voice but she couldn't help it, it made her heart sting a bit with pain.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, I have some things that I have to get done before Sunday.  I wish that you were here, Leigh.”

She sighs again.  Sometimes, being a traveling mother was hard but she did it because she had to.

¿¿Leighton  â€œI wish I could be there too, Mom.  Trust me.”

Mikah chuckles a bit before leaning back against the couch.

;;Mikah  â€œI love you, Leighton.”

Mikah smiles a bit before standing up and fixing her shorts and walking into the bedroom to change.

¿¿Leighton  â€œI love you too, Mom.”

They said their goodbyes before Mikah hung the phone up and set it on the dresser.  She changes into a pair of her capri length yoga leggings and a highlighter yellow sports bra before putting on her tennis shoes to go for a run.

;;Mikah  â€œTime for a run.”

About two hours later, Mikah walks back into her hotel room only slightly winded from her two hour run.  She walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out a bottle of Smart Water and takes a drink before she collapses on the couch, breathing rhythmically.  She relaxes enough to fall asleep, where she soon enters dreamland.

>>>>>>DREAM/FLASHABCK<<<<<<

A young Mikah walks into a low end bar in New York City.  Her make up was smudged but she still looked put together as she walks behind the bar.  She smiles somewhat at her co-worker, Roxanne before she grabs herself a little apron and ties it around her waist.  Roxanne looks at her co-worker and notices the smudged make up that was obviously smudged by tears.

¢¢Roxanne  â€œWhat's wrong girl?”

Mikah looks over at Roxanne and takes a deep breath before shrugging her shoulders.  She didn't want to talk about it.  She wanted to work her shift and go back to her crappy apartment and cry, and avoid her douchey, creepy landlord.

;;Mikah  â€œNothing, I'm fine.”

She doesn't give Roxanne a chance to say anything before walking over to a table with a group of guys.  They make a gesture at her as she walks over having worn a pair of booty like sequined shorts and a simple top that she'd cut off into a crop top.  She just plasters a smile on her face and takes their order and turns to walk away when a guy reaches out and literally pinches her ass.  She freezes, the embarrassment and realization of what just happened settling on her face.  It brings tears to her eyes but she doesn't stop as she hurries behind the bar counter and blinks them back, refusing to let the tears slip down her face.  She can tell that Roxanne is watching her as she readies the guys' drinks, not wanting to waste any minute.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm fine, Roxanne.”

The other dark haired bartender hadn't even said anything as Mikah hurries and walks away, taking the drinks over to the group of guys.  She ignores their cheers and cat-calls as she places the drinks in front of them, a smile on her face while she did so.  She walks back to the bar and leans against it, taking a deep breath.

¢¢Roxanne  â€œSomething's up.  You have to tell me or I'll go get Derek.”

Mikah groans, not wanting her to go get their boss.  He always made passes at her, especially after they had gotten drunk and high and had sex in the alley behind the bar but that was over eight months ago and she hadn't done so again.  She looks at Roxanne before looking down at her feet.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm pregnant.  I'm eighteen years old and I'm pregnant.  Such a fucking stereotype.”

Roxanne was quiet for a moment as she watches the young, teenage girl wipe the tears from her face.  She didn't know what to say because there weren't words that could comfort her.  She just places a hand on Mikah's shoulder, a empathetic look on her face.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't even know if I can be a mother!  I'm a mess, Roxanne.  I can't even stay sober for more than twenty hours a day but I'm supposed to bring a baby into this world!?  How?  How can I do that?!”

Roxanne took a deep breath.

¢¢Roxanne  â€œYou can always get an abortion.”

Mikah's head turned quickly to look at Roxanne and shook her head no.  She wouldn't have done such a thing, even if she wasn't sure about the pregnancy.

;;Mikah  â€œNo.  I will not choose abortion because I made bad choices.”

¢¢Roxanne  â€œThere's always adoption.”

Mikah looks at Roxanne, a pained expression on her face.  She knew that she wouldn't have the strength to give up her baby to another family, even if it was what her baby deserved.  She places her hand on her still flat stomach before looking at Roxanne again.

;;Mikah  â€œI already know that I'm keeping the baby.  I'm just terrified.  What if I'm a horrible mother, Rox?  I can't...I haven't made good choices since I don't even know when.  I will not go back to my parents and let them laugh in my face because I couldn't make it a year without getting knocked up.  What am I supposed to do!?”

Mikah looked to Roxanne, looking for anything she could use to boost her confidence in what was going on.  She didn't know if she had it in her to be a mother but she couldn't get rid of the baby either.  She was in a predicament and she was lost.

¢¢Roxanne  â€œIt's going to be hard, Mikah.  I'm not even going to pretend that it wont because I have twin babies at home.  It's not going to be an easy life but hopefully you only have one baby in your womb and not two because if you aren't sure about one, you sure won't be wanting to deal with twins.  You're going to have to find a solution that works for you, something that will help you.  This job won't be all that you can do to raise your baby.”

Mikah nodded her head.  She knew that the job at the bar wasn't going to be enough to support her baby but she didn't know what else to do.  She felt as if life had kicked her hard in the stomach and it wasn't fair.  She looks up to see a blonde sitting at the bar, watching her intently and had obviously been eavesdropping, which didn't make Mikah all too happy.  She walks over to the blonde, placing a hand on her hips.

;;Mikah  â€œIs there a reason that you've been listening in on my conversation?!  Because it's rude to do so.”

The blonde smiles at Mikah before looking over at Roxanne then back at Mikah.

ôôBlonde  â€œI was just...stopping by from a show.  And I caught you from the corner of my eye; I didn't mean to eavesdrop and I apologize for doing so but you wouldn't happen to know anything about professional wrestling, would you?”

;;Mikah  â€œI used to watch it all the time and I had loved it when I was a child.  But I haven't watched it in a long time, why?”

The blonde smiles in Mikah's direction before shrugging her shoulders.

ôôBlonde  â€œMy name is Ally Johnson and I'm a professional female wrestler.  I know that you can't train right now but by your looks and your spitfire personality, you would probably do really well in the business.  And I'm all for giving somebody a push into the business.  Obviously, with your condition you won't be able to train for at least a year but I can help you with the promo part of it.  That is if you're interested.”

It was as if the clouds opened up and sunshine shone down on her as Mikah smiles at the blonde.  She sits down next to Ally and looks at her, curious about what the blonde could teach her.


>>>>>>END OF DREAM/FLASHABCK<<<<<<

Mikah opens her eyes and takes a deep breath as she continues to just now think about the dream like flashback that she'd just had.  She couldn't believe that the memory had been brought up out of nowhere.  It was the moment that she first realized that she was pregnant with Leighton and it seemed as if it was such a long time ago.

”I'm the Villain this Time.”
Where: Asunción, Paraguay
Days until Showtime:2
||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE iv]

The scene opens up to a wrestling ring in an empty arena.  It appears to be SCW's own wrestling ring and the arena that they would be in come Sunday night.  The seats were empty and the place was quiet.  There was a certain feel to the air in the arena, something that couldn't quite be described but there wasn't any fans in the arena and there wouldn't be until Sunday.  The lighting in the arena was dim and there was a spotlight on the ring, directly in the middle of it as if it was waiting for somebody.

;;Mikah  â€œRight now, in this moment this arena is calm.  Calmer than any weather that I've ever been in.”

The spotlight moves to show Mikah standing at the top of the stairs that would lead down to the front row of where the fans would be sitting.  She was wearing her ring attire; the cheeky like boyshorts with the stylish hole on her right hip and the bra like top.  The colors she'd chosen for the promo was turquoise that was outlined in white.  She takes a few steps down the stairs, her championship slung perfectly over her shoulder as she advances down the stairs before stopping.

;;Mikah  â€œCome Sunday, the arena won't look like this.  Not at all.”

She takes a few more steps down the stairs before stopping again to look around.  It was as if she was taking her sweet time in getting down to the ring.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know, Sunday is the start of a new week.  And I haven't decided if Sunday is the worst day of the week or if Monday is the worst day of the week.”

What did days of the week have to do with her match?  Nothing, she was just talking for the moment.

;;Mikah  â€œBut then, let's look at Sundays, shall we?”

She sits down on the small platform that lead to another set of stairs and she looks around the arena once more.

;;Mikah  â€œSundays are the day that everything becomes calm before the storm.  The workers backstage aren't calm but somehow, most of the competitors find themselves at ease.  They're at ease because they don't have to deal with the anticipation of their match.  They go to whatever lengths they take before a match.  This, though, this is what I like to see.  I love to see the arena completely empty with just a wrestling ring set up.”

She offers the camera a small smile.

;;Mikah  â€œBut you see, this Sunday. . .”

She smirks as she stands up and fixes her bottoms a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œThis Sunday will be completely different.  There will be no calm before the storm, not for me.  I will not be doing what most people do before matches.  I will be eager to get my match the fuck over with.  And do you want to know why?”

She turns her head to the side as she continues to walk down the stairs at a steady but slightly slow pace.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see my match is nothing extraordinary.  Nothing to be all too excited about, honestly.  The only thing that you fans should be excited about is seeing me, your SCW World Bombshell Champion compete in that ring and kick that gutter slut's ass.  And realistically, that should be the only thing that you are looking forward to.  Because, while the card has some decent matches, there will be no other match like mine.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders as she continues to advance down the stairs, toward the ring.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure that Christian Underwood thinks he's really smart.  Booking me in a match against that mentally unstable freak.  I'm sure that he is hoping that I”m scared of somebody like her.  Somebody that threatens people that she will eat their insides and bathe in them or whatever it is that she likes to say, I'm not even sure how she says it because she's not important.”

Mikah smirks at the camera before shrugging her slender shoulders once more before taking a few more steps down the stairs.

;;Mikah  â€œThe only Bombshell that is signed to this company that is important to anything is me.  I'm the World Bombshell Champion and I should be treated better because quite frankly,  I don't think that Christian knows how to treat his employees with any amount of respect and that in itself is sad.  I mean, he gives his World Champion a lot of respect or whatever it but yet, he doesn't have the same decency to show me the same respect?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the camera as she continues to step down the stairs.

;;Mikah  â€œHe can say on Twitter that he believes that I'm a fighting champion and have been a good one but does he ever really, truly show it?  No, instead he thinks it's okay to book me in a match in the middle of the card.  Against a thing that should be locked up in a mental institution instead of being able to roam free among us people who know how to control our emotions and know how to act like normal human beings.”

She gets to the barrier and easily hops up and slides over it.  She walks around the ring, to the steps that were closest to the ramp.

;;Mikah  â€œI have had my own experiences with certain issues in my past that I won't even bring up right now but I can assure you that I have a level head and I will have a level head going into the match.  Can you say that you will be heading into the match with a level head, Keira?”

She looks at the camera with a straight face as she walks up the steps before walking along the apron and getting in the ring.  She shakes her wavy blonde locks out before standing in the middle of the ring.  She looks around for a moment or two before sitting down criss-cross style in the middle of the ring.

;;Mikah  â€œI know that you'll be talking about how I blocked you on Twitter and you'll call me a coward and blah, blah blah.  But do you want to know the real reason I blocked you on Twitter?”

She smirks as she tilts her head to the side.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause you're rather annoying.  And I'm not talking Veronica Taylor annoying because she's stupid annoying.  You're just annoying in general.  The way you think that you're so important that you can stick your ugly, pug nose into other people's business is annoying.  The way you think that you have to fight your wife's fights for her is annoying.  The way you are all too obsessed with those silly toys is annoying.  Just...you are annoying.”

She puts her hands out to the side, palms up and shrugs her shoulders again.

;;Mikah  â€œI'd apologize but I'm not sorry.  I'm not sorry for stating the truth or if I hurt your feelings.  I personally don't believe that you have any feelings that remotely resembles being human but maybe I just have a jaded grudge against you.”

She shrugs again.

;;Mikah  â€œYou may not like the way that I present myself on Twitter, Keira.  But you don't get to say that I'm a piss-poor champion because in this ring, this is where I'm the villain of the story.  You will be nothing more than a weak hero, losing a battle that you should have never tried to conquer.”

She smirks again, looking into the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't know if you would consider yourself a hero or a villain, but either way you won't win.  I'm a fighting champion and I'm not about to let you win at anything.  You think that you're so clever, starting a one-sided Twitter war with me to get what you wanted: a singles match against me.  And bravo, you did it.  But do you know what you've gotten into exactly?  Do you know what I'm capable of in the ring?”

She raises an eyebrow as if she was talking to Keira herself through the camera.  She didn't believe that Keira knew anything about her.

;;Mikah  â€œPersonally, I don't think you know anything about me.  Other than what you've seen me Tweet about or what you've seen in previous matches.  And the last match that you had with Roxi against Alexis Edwards and myself?  It doesn't even count because it's been permanently expunged from my record.  It's like it doesn't even exist anymore and I'm sure that just grinds your gears, doesn't it?”

Another smirk crosses Mikah's face as she takes a deep breath.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure you thought that stupid, silly little win meant something, didn't you?  Well, newsflash, it didn't mean anything.  And now, it's like it doesn't even exist.  This, this is why you should always have friends in high places.  But you, you can throw a fit about it all you want, Keira.  That loss will never be on my record.  It doesn't count.  And I like it that way.”

She stands up, pausing to speak as she gets to her feet.  She looks around the empty arena.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, Keira.  I'm not a good person, not by any means but I'm not psycho.  I can function as a normal human being.  Can you say that?  Can you say that you are mentally stable with a shadow of a doubt?”

Mikah walks forward and leans against the top rope, looking over it a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I can.  I can say that I can function normally without any little hiccups in the road.  No bumps, nothing.  I'm perfectly capable of thinking, normal, rational thoughts.  Whereas you're most likely partial to thinking about ripping out the insides of somebody and eating them.  Now tell me, Keira, what sane person says shit like that?”

She again shrugs her shoulders, her hands out with her palms up.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I'm pretty sure threatening to eat the insides of somebody is a form of cannibalism.  And I believe that cannibalism is illegal.”

She chuckles to herself before shaking her head a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe it's not a mental institution that you should be locked up in, Keira.  Maybe you should be locked up in jail for the threat of cannibalism.  Should we call the local law enforcement to see what they think about your very public threats about this?”

She raises an eyebrow at the camera before letting a laugh roll off of her tongue.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not much into comic books, Keira.  But I know the villain hardly ever wins and I can tell you this for a fact: this villain will be winning the match come Sunday.  I have no empathy for a person like you.  I will not feel bad for crushing your trachea and making you lose the power to speak.  Maybe then thingsg will be much more calm around here.”

She winks at the camera again before laughing.  Calm, it was something that was funny because with Mikah around to bug Christian Underwood, it would never be calm.  Not one bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure that you and Christian see eye-to-eye on certain things but this, Keira doesn't change a thing.  Christian has even gone on Twitter and stated that I've been a good champion and why should he not state such a thing?”

She smirks once more before walking over to the turnbuckles and climbs up and sits down on the top one and crosses one leg over the other.

;;Mikah  â€œI've successfully defended my championship against every competitor that Christian has placed in front of me.  And I'm on a very, very impressive streak.  I haven't lost a singles match for a long, long time.  Hell, I haven't had a loss in a super long time either.”

She knew that she lost a few weeks ago but it had been expunged from her record and didn't exist anymore and to her, that was all that mattered.

;;Mikah  â€œI just...can't wait to make you tap out to my cupid's chokehold.  It will be the best feeling ever.  But I really don't have much else to say about you and your mental incapacities.  So, I'll leave you with this....”

She pauses as she hops down from the turnbuckle and fixes her bottoms once more.

;;Mikah  â€œCome Sunday, I'll be prepared to go one-on-one against you, Keira.  I'll show up and I'll do my thing and I'll shut you up for good.  You won't stand a chance when it comes to my Cupid's Chokehold.”

She moves closer to the steps.

;;Mikah  â€œUntil Sunday. . .”

She smirks once more before sliding out of the r

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Climax Control Archives / Favoritism vs Sexism.
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”Favoritism and Sexism”
Where:New York City, New York
Days until Showtime:5
||OFF-CAMERA.||--|SCENE i]

It had been a good week and a half or so off and Mikah wasn't really looking forward to returning and she didn't find it fair that she was booked in a match so soon after her successful retaining of her bombshell championship.  She didn't see Kain booked on the card; so how was it fair that he got TWO weeks off and she only got one?!  Was it favoritism?  Sexism?  One of those two favorite isms!?  She was rather curious about that as well.  How is that the HEAD male champion could get two weeks off but the HEAD female champion could not?  She was convinced that it had everything to do with favoritism AND sexism.  And she could only think of one person to blame: Christian Underwood.

She didn't quite understand all the disdain that she had towards him and where it all came from, really.  Once upon a time, she didn't pay attention to either boss.  Before she was even really known as a force to be reckoned with or a bombshell that had anything to her name other than a long list of accomplishments from previous employers.  But that wasn't here nor there.  She didn't have time to dwell on the fact that Christian clearly played favoritism and sexism when booking the card.  She'd blame Mark, but she knew that Mark wouldn't dream of doing such an injustice towards her.


;;Mikah    â€œI hate packing.”

Gavin didn't even bother to look up from his handheld gaming device that he was playing whatever game that was his 'flavor' of the week.  She just rolls her eyes at him before zipping up her duffel bag as a light headedness feeling came over her.  She blinks a few times before feeling her heart skip a beat or two before she sits on the bed, not wanting to fall to the ground if she were to faint.  She lays back and closes her eyes, letting the darkness consume her.

>>>>>>>>FLASHBACK/DREAM<<<<<<<<

Her eyes open and she blinks a few times before she stands up and rubs her eyes before recognizing her surroundings of her high school.  She was confused and didn't quite understand what was happening or why she was transported back in time to where she existed as a teenager.

;;Teenage Mikah    â€œSeriously, MiKayla looked like a fruit loop when she was getting ready this morning; I swear she doesn't even know how to do her hair.  You would think she was a boy instead of a girl.”

Mikah watched as the teenage version of herself flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked with the two girls that she could stand at the time.  Mikah smiles to herself, remembering Ryleigh and Danica following her around like little lost puppies.  It made her smile and feel nostalgic about the past.  She follows the teenage version of herself, which had bright red, Little Mermaid hair and wore clothes that pushed the buttons of a dress code.

♀♀Ryleigh    â€œOh my god, I feel so sorry for you!  I can't believe that she is your sister!”

The teenage version of herself laughed and agreed with Ryleigh as they walked into the school.  She watches herself stop and survey the area, taking it all in as she tries to decide where she wanted to go first.

♀♀Danica    â€œI sometimes wish they made a school only for people who mattered.”

;;Teenage Mikah    â€œYeah, but then we'd be the only girls there.  And well, while there is power in that, who would we have to torture or who would do our evil doings!?”

♀♀Danica    â€œTrue.  You're so smart Mikah.”

Mikah watched and then followed as the trio began to move and finally walked into the hallway, that was filled to the brim with students.  Mikah watched as her former classmates moved to the side, parting for the trio with the teenage version of herself smack dab in the middle.  She had forgotten the power that she'd had as a teenage girl; the way people moved out of her way without even a word.  She wanted that back; she needed that power back.

Mikah follows the trio to what she remembers as Chemistry and she groans as she remembers the small affair that she'd had with the hot, young teacher that taught the class.  She watches as the teenage version of herself picks a seat in the middle so she didn't call too much attention to herself.  Mikah leans back against the wall, wanting to see the teacher again.


%%Mr. Straight “Alright, students.  Open your book to page 354 and read over the directions of your experiment that you will be doing with your partners today.”

Mikah watches the teenage version of herself make eyes at Mr. Straight before leaning over and whispering something to her partner, Cole Baker.

%%Mr. Straight  â€œThat's enough out of you, Miss MiKacek.  I'm not going to deal with your antics so early in the classroom.  Now open your book and get to work.”

Mikah remembered that he had been a little more strict with her than he was the other students but he had promised her it was because he didn't want to show her any favoritsm.  She hadn't really believed him because she had been certain that he was just jealous of the way that she had interacted with Cole.  And she flirted with Cole to get a rise out of him and it worked.

It was like the time was fast forwarding right in front of her eyes and she opened her eyes to see the teenage version of herself sitting on Mr. Straight's desk, with him in between her legs.  She watches as the teenage version of herself pull him in closer as they make out, not even caring that the door could have been unlocked.  She chuckles to herself as she watches the two go at it like it's no tomorrow.  She could remember the adrenaline that rushed through her veins as she entered a relationship with her teacher.  She knew that it was illegal and that he could've gone to jail if they were caught but the thrill was so invigorating that she didn't give it up for her entire senior year and only broke it off when she left for New York City.


>>>>>>>>FLASHBACK/DREAM<<<<<<<<

Mikah's eyes flutter open to see Gavin looking down into her eyes, a curious expression on his face.  He wasn't really sure what had happened to his wife and he almost didn't know if he wanted to know.  Sometimes, not knowing was probably better than knowing.  Knowing things brought a lot of tension between the two and Mikah wasn't one to budge from something she already had set in stone in her head.

::Gavin    â€œYou okay?”

Mikah nods her head before sitting up and rubbing her temples a bit before taking a deep breath, slowly.  She smiles at her husband, trying to look more convincing than she felt as she gains control of her motor movements.  She pulls her hair up into a ponytail before standing back up.  She wobbles a bit before easily regaining her balance and she glances at Gavin as he appears to watch her closely.

;;Mikah    â€œI'm fine, babe.  I promise.”

But she knew better as she tried to think about the things she had eaten all day and she knew that she hadn't eaten much as she'd been too busy with packing to go to the next Climax Control for SCW.  She sighs as she moves her suitcase down onto the floor, next to the smaller one that held her make up and hair care products.  A girl could never go anywhere without either of the two.


”Short and Sweet.”
Where:New York City, New York
Days until Showtime:3Wellington, New Zealand
||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE ii]

Mikah stands in front of the camera man, a microphone in her hand but nothing else around her.  She didn't want to go into too much detail with her promo because she didn't feel that the superhero team deserved that of her.  And she simply didn't care; she hated tag team matches.  She may have respect for Alexis Edwards, her partner but she couldn't be bothered to care about the match.  Or the fact that she didn't care to do much to promote it.  Maybe it made her a poor champion but she did not care.

;;Mikah    â€œSo, it's been two weeks since I successfully defended my championship against those two idiots and here I am faced with another match so soon.  I get no reward for retaining my gold except this shit-tacular match that the stupid Christian man booked himself.  I don't think he gets it.  I don't think he understands that I absolutely despise tag team matches.  And I'm sure he'll say something about the fact that I have a good partner but that's not the point.  The point is that I don't do tag team matches.”

She flips her hair over her shoulders.

;;Mikah    â€œI should've told him that I wasn't going to show up because let's face it, that would have been the better option.  Those two 'superheroes' don't deserve to go up against me, even in tag team fashion.  I would have thought that Christian Underwood would have gotten the message the last time that he booked me in one of these stupid matches a month or so ago.  I think he MIGHT be a little more stupid than one Veronica Taylor.  And that's impressive in the least.”

She shrugs her shoulders.  She simply did not care that Christian was her boss and that she should have to deal with it in a professional manner.  She didn't like him and she was going to state it loud and clear.

;;Mikah    â€œI mean, really what have Keira and Roxi done that is impressive?  Roxi lost her championship again to that fucking weirdo at Summer XXXtreme.  And Keira didn't win either, so they should be in an opening match, not anywhere CLOSE to the main event.  I would love to know what goes through Christian's head when he is booking a card.  I'm curious to see if he has any creative thought process at all.  I'm absolutely sure that he doesn't because fucking LOOK at him.  He doesn't even LOOK as if he's smart.  I know, I'm only talking about him but that is all HIS fault!  He booked me in this match, this match that I didn't even want to be in but yet, I am forced to do something I don't want to do.  And this time, it isn't even because I don't like my partner.  Because I like Alexis more than I like any other Bombshell that is employed by this place.  And that's saying something.”

She takes a deep breath as she looks at the camera.  She wasn't going to waste any time, not today, not yesterday, and definitely not tomorrow.

;;Mikah    â€œKeira and Roxi aren't anything of a threat.  I'm sure that they have a past that has a lot of accolades on it but let's be real, okay?  They're nothing special.  They both live in this delusional world where they believe they are superheroes.  Or is it superheroines?!  I'm not sure how that goes because the only superhero that I like is Batman.  But where do they think and figure that being a superhero is something to aspire to be?  I never wanted to be one when I was growing up and never wanted one to save me because that is a fictional life, something that you shouldn't be living in.  Because reality will ALWAYS set in, girls.  And reality is this:...”

She adjusts her wrestling top a bit, making the camera focus in on her breasts on purpose before it zooms back out.  She smirks at the camera.

;;Mikah    â€œThe reality is that you two don't stand a chance going up against Alexis and myself.  Alexis has been impressive since the minute she joined SCW and I have been on a hot streak since May.  So, I'm not quite sure how you two would even manage to achieve a win here.  I'm always going to be better than the both of you combined and my partner is only going to make the deal that much better.  You may think that you two will have the upper hand but I can guarantee you that you will not.  I may hate tag team matches, but I hate losing too.  And I will NOT lose to the likes of you two.”

She shakes her head no.

;;Mikah    â€œAnd Keira, I know you're some fucked up sort of person but I'm not scared of you.  Your weird ass threats to eat the insides of people is just downright sickening.  You need to be locked up in a mental institution and maybe after this match, your wife can drive you there herself and check you in.  Nobody should even THREATEN to do such things but maybe you're the female Jeffrey Dahmer.  Maybe you can go to hell and marry him.  Oh but wait, he has a dick so that's not your type.  But hey, maybe you can chop it off and eat it, just like you threaten to do to so many other organs.”

She shrugs again as if the things she had said weren't offensive but she didn't think that she had gone too far.

;;Mikah    â€œAnd Roxi...I'm not really sure where to go with you.  I mean, you're the poster child of goody-goody toushoes.  I don't even know if you have a mean bone in your body.  Do you?  I'd sure like to see it but you're way too into being nice to everybody.  I have a weird urge to ask if you are into unicorns and rainbows and all things fluffy but I'm actually really scared at what the answer would be.  It'd probably be something I don't even want to hear.  And this is harder than I thought it would be.  Do you know how hard it is to say something bad about a person who has literally done absolutely nothing wrong?  It's like popping a three year old's balloon for the fucking fun of it because you enjoy seeing little kids cry.  Would you cry if I said not so nice things about you?”

She tilts her head to the side a little bit, curious about her question.

;;Mikah    â€œI'm almost certain that you would shed tears because of things somebody says about you.  Maybe that's why Keira acts like a fucking sociopath.  And yes, I said sociopath and not psychopath because I actually know the difference between the two terms, something I'm sure you don't know.  Maybe you should keep your hideous, fucked up wife locked up Roxi.  I'm not sure how she's still allowed out in public because she's a fucking werido for one thing, not to mention her sociopathic tendencies.  You know what?”

She smirks at the camera.

;;Mikah    â€œI'm done talking about this match because you two aren't worth it.  You're not worth the words wasted or the breath wasted either.  So, I hope you two come prepared but I seriously doubt it.  Roxi, you will be too busy trying to keep that thing you call a wife in line.  And Keira, I don't even have anything else to say about you.”

She takes a deep breath.

;;Mikah    â€œCiao.”

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Just Don't Care
« on: August 07, 2015, 07:51:46 PM »
 
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”The Holy Grail of Marriage.”
Where: New York City, New York
Days Until Showtime: 7

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Vacation or time off never lasted forever and Mikah knew that but that didn’t mean that
she had to like it.  And the match she was booked in was not something she’d ever be looking forward to.  But that wasn’t what she was bothering with today.  Instead of preparing for the match or perhaps reaching out to her “tag team” partner, Roxi Johnson, she was curled up on her couch with her favorite blanket and her laptop on her lap.  She usually wasn’t one to sit and play on her laptop; that was a task she left solely up to her adoring husband.

She giggles as she watches some YouTube video on her laptop, having nothing better to do than watch stupid, pointless videos.  She glances up to see Gavin walking down the stairs and heading into the kitchen.  She just giggles again as her eyes go back into the laptop’s screen.  They were at odds again, her and Gavin.  It didn’t help that she absolutely insisted on calling him chubby.  He wasn’t chubby but she still liked to call him chubby because he didn’t have a job and therefore, she was going to call him chubby because he didn’t have a job.

She glances up as Gavin walks into the living room and then sits down on the other end of the couch, leaving a space between the two of them.  She doesn't say anything as she looks back at the screen of her laptop.  She sighs before clicking away from YouTube and moving to SCW's own website.  She clicks around a few times before leaning back against the couch.  She didn't understand how Gavin could play video games on a laptop so much; she was getting bored with just being on the internet.


;;Mikah  â€œHi chubby!”

She didn't care if she wasn't being very nice to him or if she was annoying him, she thought it was funny to see him react to being called chubby.  She shuts her laptop and sets it off to the side before looking at Gavin.  She knew that he was trying his best to ignore her little antics but she wasn't about to let him ignore her.

;;Mikah  â€œWhatcha doing, chubby?!”

She looks at him and he barely looks at her.

::Gavin  â€œNothing, tubs.”

She just laughs at him before standing up and throwing her blanket at him.  She adjusts her spandex like shorts before grabbing her tank top and slipping it on over her sports bra.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, on that note, I'm going for a run.  So I don't get chubby, like you.”

::Gavin  â€œYou're not going anywhere, lady.”

Mikah rolls her eyes, not in the moods to deal with his thing of trying to stop her from running.  She was going to do what she wanted, whether he wanted her to or not.

;;Mikah  â€œI suppose you're going to stop me, are you Chubs?”

She looks at him, an eyebrow raised.  She wasn't sure why he had such an issue with her running because she loved it.  She loved running to the core of her being.

::Gavin  â€œI sure am going to stop you; you're coming with me.”

She steps away from him and pulls her hair up into a ponytail to keep her long locks out of her eyes.  She didn't know what he was planning to do but she didn't want to be apart of it.

;;Mikah  â€œYou stop it, Gavin James.  I am going on a run, whether you want me to or not.  I don't even know why you have such a big issue with me running.”

The running thing between them hadn't ever really came down to why she ran so much because Gavin never really pushed it other than voicing his opinion about it.  But Mikah didn't really care what he thought about her running; it was something she did to make herself happy.  She loved to wrestle as well but it held a different place in her heart.

::Gavin  â€œCause I like having you with me.”

She looks at him, before rolling her eyes at him.  She understood that he wanted to be with her; but she wasn't one of those people that just wanted to be with their significant other all the time.

;;Mikah  â€œI understand that but I'm still going for a run.  You can handle being on your own for an hour or two.”

She bends down to tie her tennis shoes as she also tries to keep an eye on him as he stays seated on the couch.

::Gavin  â€œNope, you're staying.”

;;Mikah  â€œNo, I'm not.”

She stood back up and stared across the room at Gavin, her eyes on him.  He was certain that she wasn't going to go for a run and she was determined that she was.

::Gavin  â€œYou most definitely are.”

She frowns as she hesitates to move to the door.  She didn't know if he was going to tackle her to stop her or if he was going to just let her go.

;;Mikah  â€œUm.  Are you living in an alternate universe or something, Gavs?  Because I'm pretty sure I'm going to go on a run if I want to.  It's not like I'm going to be gone for ten years.”

They could go back and forth for a long time about whether or not she would go running or not.  She was stubborn and set in her ways; she liked to have a routine and running kept her in that routine.

::Gavin  â€œYou run all day, every day.  It's time for you to sit down and hang out; it won't kill you.”

She looks at him and rolls her eyes.  She didn't run all day; she ran two hours in the morning, an hour and a half after lunch time, and an hour in the evening.  She liked to have her routine set and she liked to keep her runs set in stone as well.  She looks at him before crossing her arms over her chest.

;;Mikah  â€œI do not run ALL day, Gavin.  I run three times a day; once in the morning, once after lunch time, and once in the evening.  What are you going to do if I go on a run?  Divorce me?  Give me the silent treatment?”

She didn't know what would happen if she pushed her limits with him.  Would he do something about it?  Or would he let it slide?  She wasn't sure.

::Gavin  "I'll figure something out.  Just, for the love of god, you're not going to die if you miss a run.”

;;Mikah  â€œYes, I am!”

He didn't understand her need to run and she doubted that he ever would.  How could he?  He was a male and didn't understand the complex life that Mikah had.  She didn't share some of her demons with him, figuring he didn't need to know them.  But running helped keep them away from her mind that was always working and she needed that; she needed to know that she wasn't going to slip back into that dark period of time in her life.

::Gavin  "How so?  Running isn't a need.”

To him.  Running wasn't a need to him.

;;Mikah  â€œStaying home isn't either.”

::Gavin  â€œBut staying home with your husband, is.”

She loved her husband, she did but she didn't want to give up running.  She didn't want to lose the fight and give in to what he wanted because that was what he would expect every time.  She just looks at him, lingering in the doorway.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, that's something you want me to do.”

::Gavin  â€œIt's something you should do.  It shouldn't be a chore to spend some time with your husband.”

She wanted to bang her head against the frame of the door.  She didn't know how she was going to make him see what she was talking about, how she felt when she went for a run.

;;Mikah  â€œI do spend time with you.”

She did spend a lot of time with him or when she could.  Between her job, being a mother, and being the Champion of a company, there wasn't hardly any time to spare.

::Gavin  â€œNot nearly enough; you're always running.”

;;Mikah  â€œYou're always playing video games!”

It was a weak rebuttal but it was the only thing that he did on a regular basis that she could use against him.  At least her running did something for her health, what did video games do for him!?”

::Gavin  â€œSo what?!  I always put them down for you.”

She huffs out a sigh as she looks at him.  She didn't know what to do; she didn't know what he would do if she did go on a run.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd if I go on a run, what are you going to do?”

She looked at him, curious as to what his answer would be.  She rubs her lips together, her eyes still on him.

::Gavin  â€œYou don't wanna know.”

She rolls her eyes at him, trying not to get irritated toward him but sometimes she couldn't help it.  She sighs as she looks at him, trying not to snap at him.

;;Mikah  â€œYes I do.  That's why I asked, Gavin.  I didn't just ask to hear myself talk; if I wanted to do that, I'd replay one of my promos.”

Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say but she simply didn't care.  What was she supposed to do?  She couldn't give up her running at all, it was something she just wouldn't feel okay with giving up.  It's not like she would ever ask him to give up his video games and she hoped it would go the same way.

::Gavin  â€œI'll tell you later, I promise.  I'll show you.”

He was always telling her that he would show her things if she did something he didn't want her to do.  She simply just rolls her eyes a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, I'm still going for a run; with your threat lingering or not.”

His threats never really intimidated her or bothered her that much.  She was able to handle whatever it was he thought he was going to do to her for her choice of running.  She was irritated that he had put her in such a spot and now the need to run was even higher than before.

::Gavin  â€œOh well, you'll see soon.”

More of his vague answers, the ones that usually drove her bananas.  She just raises an eyebrow at him before she looks at the door to the outside world behind her.  She didn't know how she could ever make him understand the high that running gave her; the natural high that it supplied.  Nothing could beat that high with the exception of wrestling; wrestling gave her another natural high.  She stretches a bit, letting his words linger in the air between them as she does a few stretches to loosen her muscles up a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not scared of you.”

The plan had never been for Mikah to be scared of her husband and she knew that but she used that quite often against his small threats toward her.  She just turns, leaving that last little statement lingering in the air between them.  She walks to the door and with one look over her shoulder she opens it and steps outside.  She breathes in the heavenly scent of fresh mowed grass and the smell of summer.  She wasn't quite ready for Summer to end and for Leighton to go back to school and turn ten years old.  It would be a milestone for the little girl, one that Mikah wasn't ready to hit herself.  She breathes out slowly before stepping down the steps and onto the sidewalk.  She looks around for a few moments before she begins to run down her sidewalk and onto the community sidewalk, using her usual route.

”Just Simply Don't Care.”
Where: Apia, Samoa.
Days Until Showtime: 4

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The scene opens up to Mikah dressed in the same dress that Regina George wore to the dance in the movie, Mean Girls.  However, her make up was done just like how Amy Marshall would do it; not very well.  She adjusts the strapless top of the dress as people flurry around her on the set of her promo.  She'd managed to find people to stand in to act as students so there were “dance goers” in her promo.   She sighs before seeing the camera man nod his head.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, this is weird, right?  Do you know who I'm supposed to be?!”

She tilts her head to the side a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, you probably don't.  Because most of you should have lives that are more important than the Mean Girls.   You see, this is how Regina George was dressed in one of the last scenes of the movie and that's where Veronica Taylor so poorly ripped the name of her shitty stable from.  If I was the directors and producers of that movie, I'd slap a copyright infringement lawsuit on Veroncia Taylor's ugly ass just to prove to her that she's not as smart as she thinks she is.”

Mikah didn't like Veronica Taylor, never really had.  The girl was a little dumb and lived in a world where the truth didn't matter to her.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, Veronica Taylor isn't smart and while she claims that she founded the Mean Girls stable, I don't truly believe it.  First of all, she wasn't very original with the name of the group, now was she?  Stealing the name from a popular movie wasn't very original of her and secondly, she likes to pretend that she has a better life than all of the other bombshells on the roster.  Her life can't be that great because she's not intelligent and she can barely succeed as a model, let alone a wrestler.  She can barely win singles matches on her own, which is why I'm certain that she kissed up to that weasel, Christian Underwood to be booked in the match at Summer XXXtreme.  I mean, why else would she get a shot at MY championship?!  She's not good in the ring and she has no personality.  It might not be the nicest thing to say about her but the truth hurts and she's about to get a dose of reality after I kick her ass at Summer XXXtreme.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

;;Mikah  â€œBut we're not talking about Summer XXXtreme right now, are we?  Nope, that's three weeks away still.  I'm now being forced to take part in a tag match against Veronica Taylor and Amy Marshall.  And I have a partner that is seemingly happy all the time.  How is that normal?!  Nobody is happy all the time.  Nobody.  I seriously think Christian Underwood needs to undergo a psychiatric evaluation because this match doesn't make any sense at all.  AT ALL.  Why book a tag match like this right before Summer XXXtreme?!  The man doesn't have a brain or that's how it looks to me.  I absolutely hate tag matches; I hate having to rely on a partner to achieve the win.  I've never been about tag matches, never in my entire life so I almost don't want to win this match to shove it to Christian.  I don't even want to show up to it and maybe, just maybe I won't even bother to show up.  And if I don't show up, Christian, go ahead and fine me because I don't give a fuck.”

She hated tag matches and she'd been dragging her feet about it all week, wanting to pretend that she wasn't booked in such a stupid match.  But she didn't live in an alternate universe like Veronica did, she lived in the real world where things like this had to be dealt with.

;;Mikah  â€œVeronica Taylor is a scrub that has nothing better to do than to sit on the couch on her phone, scrolling through Twitter.  She doesn't anything she can to start a little Twitter fight and she's not well liked at all.  And it's not because people envy her talent in the ring because she doesn't have any talent when it comes to wrestling.  They hate her because she's an annoying little twit that can't leave other people alone and that makes up insults that don't even make sense.  Take me for an example...”

She stands up a little straighter and flips her hair over her shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œShe likes to state that I'm some sort of heroin junkie.  I don't even know where she came up with this fabricated insult.  I think she just says things to see how they sound and then types them out on Twitter.  Because stating that I'm on heroin isn't even an insult; it's defamation to my character.  She likes to say these things because she can't come up with a better insult, one that would actually make sense and possibly be half true.  I'm sure some of you are thinking that why would I agree that I'm on heroin?  Well, I wouldn't if I was but I can assure you that I'm not because looky what I have here!”

She pulls out a piece of paper that had been folded into a neat square.  She carefully unfolds it before looking over the contents of the paper.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is a paper from the SCW staff themselves.  I had willingly gone in to get myself drug tested to prove to that imbecile that I am drug free and that I have never been on heroin.  Not that it matters because she probably isn't even going to be paying attention long enough to hear this.  And even if she does, it won't stop her from rambling on about how I'm such a heroin druggie and how she thinks she's so much better.  She's probably better at kissing Christian Underwood's ass than I am, so she has that going for her.  But let's get back to my drug test results, shall we?!”

The fake excitement was oozing out of her words and most people could tell that she wasn't that excited.  For anything, really.

;;Mikah  â€œWell looky here!  It came back negative!  Just like I knew it would!”

She holds the paper out, letting the camera get a good zoom in on it to read that the results were indeed negative.  She smirks as she tosses the paper off to the side.

;;Mikah  â€œNow that that is out of the way, we can move on to bigger and better things!  Like the fact that I'm a better competitor than Veronica Taylor will ever be.  Let's look at the last few months of her career, shall we?!”

She smirks a bit before taking a step backwards.

;;Mikah  â€œShe had been on top of the bombshell division with her little stable; Delia had been holding MY championship for me and Amanda and Veronica had held the Bombshell Tag Team championships, looking all pretty and whatnot.  But then the group blew up and split off into two separate teams, Merceds and Delia on one and Amanda and Veronica on the other.  If I was Amanda, I would have been pretty pissed to be getting Veronica Taylor as my partner.  She obviously got the wrong end of the deal but that's neither here nor there.  Amanda and Veronica got along for awhile under it was obvious that Veronica just became dead weight for the team.  And Amanda just couldn't be the one to carry Veronica any more so they succumbed and lost the tag titles to Mercedes and Delia, just like that.  Like they weren't important to them.  Of course, the team still managed to stick together because they had a rematch coming up!  Everything had to look good for the cameras.  Amanda had to pretend that she was okay with being Veronica's tag team partner but we all know that nobody can handle that much for too long.  So their rematch came and they failed because Veronica couldn't pull her own weight.  But that definitely didn't surprise me at all.  Then that team deteriorated and dwindled down to nothing, leaving them both to wander off into the singles division.

Veronica obviously found out the hard way that she wasn't one for singles competition because she couldn't snag a win on her own.  And maybe that was just the shock of being on her own, I'm not sure; I don't specialize in tag team matches.  But things became very rough for Veronica and she started to go down on a downward spiral, not winning any matches until just recently.  Maybe she got a fire lit under her ass or who knows but she's not better than I am and she never will be.  Ever.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders before taking a deep breath.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe I should talk about her tag team partner a little bit, hm?  Amy Marshall is Veronica's tag team partner for the match and I almost feel sorry for Amy.  I wouldn't want to be teamed up with that huge disappointment.  But then again, who would want to be Amy's tag team partner at the same time?  But to be fair, Amy's had a better match record than Veronica Taylor ever has.  But I suppose, I can't credit her too much because she must not have cared about the Internet Championship too much because Roxi Johnson is the one who is the holder of it now, am I right?”

Mikah wasn't quite sure because she'd been gone two weeks and she hadn't really kept up with the times.  She wasn't a very good employee but she kept all that a hush hush.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd Roxi is my tag team partner for the match.  And I'm not quite sure that I should be entirely happy with that either.  I mean, the girl is always happy.  Nobody should ever be that happy.  Ever.  I believe that I will leave her to deal with the weirdo emo chick, Amy because those two obviously have a history together and I'm sure that Roxi would love to smash Amy's head into the mat repeatedly.  I mean, it's what I would love to do to Veronica Taylor and I'd hope that it would knock some sense into the woman but let's face it, nothing in the world is going to be able to help Veronica Taylor.  The girl is a lost cause and people should just give up on her.”

She just shrugs again before sitting down.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't even care if I lose this match.  Not one bit because I don't care about tag team matches.  They're not something that I even remotely like.  I'd rather be in a bra and panties match before I'd willingly accept being placed in a tag team match.  That's too much responsibility, if you ask me.  You're asking Roxi to trust me and to trust that I'd have her back.  Since when have I EVER been deemed a trustworthy person?!  Never.  But then you're asking me to trust that Roxi has my back come Sunday.  And I know, it seems like she's a good person and that she will have my back but what if she doesn't?  Things happen and she could change her tune in a heartbeat.”

She takes a deep breath as she relaxes a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œBut however, I don't see Amy and Veronica getting along very well either.  This match is just a ticking time bomb, waiting for either side to burst and explode.  I find it comical that Christian made the teams the way he did because all four of us don't like one another.  It will be a matter of time until the teams explode with one another or if we all just ignore the referee and try to kill one another.  It'd be a funny sight if you ask me.”

She shrugs her shoulders once more before standing up.   She straightens out the dress before grabbing the make up remover wipe she'd stashed.  She started to wipe off the heavy make up, something she didn't like to wear in the first place.

;;Mikah  â€œSunday will be here soon and I don't want to be looking like an emo-clown or a Mean Girl so I'm removing any piece of that from my life.  I'd say that you'll be seeing me win but I frankly do not give a fuck if I win this Sunday or not.  Sorry but I simply just don't care about this match.  Call it wrong or conceited but I'm just waiting for Sunday to be over so I can go get drunk.”

She tosses the wipe off to the side before straightening out her dress.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Ready to Win
« on: July 17, 2015, 07:49:23 PM »
 
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<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;">Hangover of Hell
NYC
|OFF-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
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It had been a long time since Mikah had drank or even had the urge to do so but for some reason, she found perfectly acceptable to go out last night after the show with Mark Ward and get trashed.  She didn't really know why she wanted to do so but she did.  Maybe it was the adrenaline that had rushed through her that pushed her to go out drinking with one of her bosses.  And she knew what the consequences were going to be other than a hangover; people were going to assume things that weren't true and probably spread some more rumors about her around the locker rooms.  But she didn't really care about that, she knew the truth and that's all that mattered.

She groans as Gavin walks into the bedroom that they shared and chuckled at her reaction.  She'd managed to get back to NYC after taking a red eye after she was done drinking.  She pulls the cover over her head, trying to shield her vision from the light that was seeping in from the hallway.


;;Mikah  â€œI'm dying, I'm pretty sure that I'm almost dead.”

She felt miserable and her head was pounding and it didn't help that her phone kept going ping-ping from notifications from her Twitter app.  That stupid vagrant known as Veronica Taylor just wouldn't leave her alone and her phone was going berserk.  It was driving her to the point of insanity, almost to the point where she wanted to throw her phone at the wall just so she could have a little bit of peace and quiet.

::Gavin  â€œWell stop drinking and you'll stop having those.”

She glares at him before sitting up to make sure he could see the glare.  But she almost instantly regrets it as a wave of nausea and dizziness hit her.  She groans before throwing her phone at her husband.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're NOT funny, Gavin James.”

She lays back down and pulls the blankets over her head, trying to shield herself from the light that was in the bedroom.  She was really, really regretting her choice of going out drinking the night before.  She should've known better, she should have know that she would be hungover today because it'd been a LONG time since she last went on a drinking binge.

::Gavin  â€œI'm very funny.”

She rolls her eyes at him before throwing a pillow at him.  She wasn't amused and she wanted to just sleep for the rest of her life.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, you're very boring.  Video games, video games, video games.”

She was being childish and she really didn't care.  He rummages around in the bedroom, slamming cabinet doors shut and making noise.

::Gavin  â€œLike you know what I do; you're never home from running.”

She rolls her eyes at his retort; the running jab, again.  It was almost a never ending cycle.  She refused to stop running so much and he refused to quit bickering about it.  So, it just continued in a never ending cycle.

;;Mikah  â€œShut up.  At least I'm not getting pudgy.”

She peeks out at him from the covers, enough to look at his face. He didn't seem to be bothered by her comments.

::Gavin  "I look better than I've ever looked.  Someone mistakenly asked me the other day if you were pregnant, though."

She glares at him before sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest before getting out of bed.  She didn't care if she was hungover or not or if she was seeing little bright stars in her vision from the headaches and the dizziness.

;;Mikah  â€œYep, that's it.  I'm pregnant, how'd you know Gavin?  I'm going for a run.”

She closes her eyes, trying to get the room to stop spinning before she wobbly-walks over to the closet to change.  It was obvious that she wasn't going to be actually able to go for any run but that didn't mean that she wouldn't try.  She was headstrong and stubborn enough to force herself to go through with it.

::Gavin  â€œSure you are, and I'm Batman.”

He watches her before shaking his head and moving over to the closet and stepping in the doorway, easily blocking her.

::Gavin  â€œNo more running!”

She looks up at him, her eyes peering into his as he blocks her from the closet where her running gear sat, waiting for her.  She closes her eyes, trying to get a good grasp on reality and what wasn't spinning in her mind.  Maybe she'd done six too many shots with Mark last night, she didn't really know.  It was a surprise that the airport had even let her fly home as drunk as she'd been.

;;Mikah  â€œOh, please, you're no Christian Bale and you can't stop me from going, Gavin!”

Yes, she watched the Dark Knight movies but it wasn't something she screamed to the world.  She wasn't one of those nerds that obsessed over the movie and had to be apart of it in any aspect.  It also didn't help the fact that Christian Bale was undeniably good looking and a piece of eye candy.

::Gavin  â€œWho'd want to be Christian Bale anyways?  He's a shit Batman.”

She looks at him and simply rolls her eyes at him.  She loved Christian Bale as Batman but they both had different tastes in movies and opinions.

;;Mikah  â€œOkay, so move so I can go on my run now.  Since, I look pregnant and all.  Thanks for that, by the way, Veronica.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, wanting her husband to move so she could run.  It wasn't a good idea for him to move as she could barely see straight and every time she moved a certain way, she thought she was going to puke.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know, good husbands give their wives aspirin and water for a hangover.  But nope, not you.  You open blinds and make all sorts of noise.”

She looks at him, willing him to move.  She knew he was stubborn, probably even more than she was at times.  But she wanted to go on a run.  But then again, she wanted to sleep too.

::Gavin  â€œI'm a great husband.  I'm just not some cookie cutter asshat who does everything by the book.”

She rolls her eyes at him before turning around and walking back over to the bed and climbing back into bed.  She didn't have the energy to go for a run or to fight with Gavin about moving out of her way.  And she was too tired from the lack of sleep and the dehydration from the alcohol she'd consumed.

;;Mikah  â€œShut up and leave me alone.  I'm going to go back to sleep.”

She gives him a dirty look as she relaxes her head against the pillows on her bed.

::Gavin  â€œAre you sleeping or running?  Which is it?”

She just ignores him as she tries to go back to sleep; wanting to sleep the hangover off.  He relents in asking anymore questions before just laying down next to her in the bed as well, deciding sleep itself sounded pretty good as well.  They could always argue about running tomorrow.

The Simple Truth
NYC
|ON-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii


The scene opens up to a simple wrestling ring and a stool set in the middle of it.  There was faint music playing in the background, nothing that was worth mentioning the name of though.  The lighting was slightly dim with a spotlight on the stool and nothing else.  Mikah walks out of the locker room that was off to the side, dressed in her ring attire that she never wears: silver sequined/glittery short-shorts lined in white and a matching vest that buttoned up and stopped at her black sequined bra.  She runs her fingers through her wavy blonde locks before bending over and fixing her wrestling boots and knee pads.  She then walks to the ring and gets in, tossing her Bombshell championship in before getting in herself; some people would say she was showing the championship belt disrespect when in reality she was just not wanting to waste time.

She grabs the championship and then sits on the stool, positioning it in her lap before grabbing the microphone that the hired camera man handed her.  He moved back into position and then gave her a nod.


;;Mikah  â€œThis is familiar, is it not?”

The question was rhetorical, one that she didn’t really want answered but was going to ask it anyways.

;;Mikah   “This is where I make a living; doing what I do best.  People like Veronica Taylor wouldn’t agree, instead would be insisting that I was addicted to heroin or heaven forbid just a model.  But neither of those things are true, I’ve never touched heroin in my life and I’m not just a glorified model either.  But that’s not what my or who my opponent is this Sunday.  I don’t have to worry about Veronica Taylor at all.  I’ve already beat her once, I don’t need to prove myself against her again; no matter how much she simply tries to get under my skin.”

She lets out a chuckle at the thought of Veronica Taylor once again challenging her for the belt.  Or for anything in that matter.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, no.  My opponent hasn’t ever been called a glorified model nor has she stooped so low to try to insult me.  She’s not desperate enough to have to insult me to make herself relevant or important.  My opponent is actually skilled in the wrestling ring, which is something new for me.  I’m used to competitors like Raynin and Veronica Taylor; who talk a big game but in the end, they fall short of being anything more than laughable.  You know me, I don’t usually compliment my opponent, let alone defend them on Twitter or anything in the same line of that.  But I don’t like when people like Veronica Taylor think that they’re worth more than they really are.  Does she honestly think she stands a chance at winning MY championship?! THIS one that is sitting in my lap?  â€˜Hunty’, you couldn’t even beat me one on one with the title NOT on the line, what makes you think that you could beat me WITH it on the line?  But I guess all those perfume fumes and hair spray fumes have gotten to your brain and made you a little fuzzy in the head, haven’t they?

See, that’s the problem with my competition today.  There’s not any REAL competition other than a very select few.  Amanda Cortez may be a former Mean Girl but clearly she doesn’t really fit in with the group.  And I’m still not sold on the fact that this is not just some big scheme to get things blown up and more focus down the road.  I will never believe that they are truly broken up for good but that’s not the topic at hand today.  Amanda Cortez and I will step foot in a SCW wrestling ring in the Main Event this Sunday at Climax Control for my championship.”

She stops talking, a thought running through her head.

;;Mikah  â€œLet me think here, for a moment if you will.  It’s only been three weeks or so since I successfully defended this championship against Raynin but here I am in another championship match, defending against Amanda Cortez.  How in the World is that fair?!  I don’t see Sean Jackson defending his championship just barely THREE weeks after he had to defend his title.  Is it fair that I am the only champion that matters that has to defend within three weeks of defending once already?!”

Her head tilts to the side at the thought, thinking about the unanswered question.

;;Mikah  â€œThe answer is no, it’s not fair.  But what do you expect?  That scrub and the WORST co-boss ever, Christian Underwood obviously has it out for me.  He clearly wants me to lose this championship because he doesn’t think I play nice.  But I’m sure that it’ never crossed his mind that it is just him that I don’t like?  I mean, think about it.  Marky Mark and I get along; we get along so well that last weekend after the show we went out and got drunk.  And as friends before any of you cretins think any more of it.  Maybe Christian is a little butt-hurt that I am the champion and that he can’t deny that I didn’t earn it.  Haven’t I proved myself to be a successful defending champion?  I’ve never refused to face anybody for this belt, have I?!”

She was looking right into the camera, almost as if she was talking right to Christian himself.  Most people probably found her behavior toward him atrocious because who in their right mind would talk to one of their bosses that way?!  Well, obviously she would.  And it didn’t matter what Misty said about Christian being mean when he chose to be or however she worded it, Mikah was going to treat him as she saw fit.

;;Mikah  â€œI know this is only my second title defense but I’m not going to back down and just let somebody take this championship away from me.  This … is why I do what I do; to prove that I am the best that there is to offer.  And why, after barely even two months with this championship, would I let somebody take it away from me?!”

She looks into the camera before shrugging her shoulders simply.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's not an easy thing for somebody to just walk in and expect to just take this belt away from me.  In the past two months or so, I've become quite fond of it and have become used to it just being around. How would one adjust to life without a championship in their life after it being such a factor in theirs for so long?  Maybe we should ask Raynin but wait...she's gone back into hiding to lick her battle wounds.  Again, for the second time.  What a pathetic little scrub.”

She lets a laugh roll off of her lips as she leans back just a bit on the stool.

;;Mikah  â€œHow many times in the past six months has this championship exchanged hands?  I personally don't know but I do think it's too many times.  Somebody has to be the one to hold it for more than two months at a time.  And why shouldn't it be me?  I mean, I know I'm not everybody's first choice but I AM the right choice.  Everybody can point out how I was MIA for a couple of months and blah,  blah, blah.  But since I've been back, I've been dominant, have I not?  I won my return match, had a small hiccup in that stupid contract ladder match, which by the way, I didn't even want to win.  But then, I get booked in that fatal four way match for the number one contender spot for this championship.  Then I get that fateful match the following week against the scrub, Raynin and I win that with ease.”

She flips her hair over her shoulders as she looks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œBut damned near everybody said that it was a fluke win, that Raynin was just having an off night and I wasn't a real champion.  So, I proved them wrong at Into the Void.  Raynin got her silly little rematch due to a stupid rematch clause that had been in her contract and she had false hope that she could regain her championship.  But she failed, she couldn't do it.  Her futile attempt just simply screamed failure and that's what she feels like right now.  But I feel just fine!  I feel on top of the world and as if I can do nothing wrong.  People can still call me a fluke champion but I know the truth; this championship reign of mine is no fluke, it's the real thing and people are going to have to get used to it.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œMy opponent this Sunday is a former Mean Girl, Amanda Cortez.  I know, I know, facing another Mean Girl must be...brain cell murder but I don't know.  I don't even really know if Amanda was ever truly a Mean Girl.  Because the rule must have been that you have had to barely graduate high school to get in and Amanda seems like she has brains.   But maybe it's the talent that got her in the group, because EVERYBODY knows that Veronica Taylor is worthless in a wrestling ring.  This isn't me defending the girl either, this is me stating the facts that I seem to know.  Amanda may be a few brain cells short of being classified as smart because she joined that stupid group.  But then again, maybe it was a good career choice; it did get her more notice.”

Mikah simply shrugs her shoulders again as she contemplates Amanda's reasoning for even joining the all girl stable.

;;Mikah  â€œI think if I had been desperate enough, I would have been joining such a stable to get noticed but I don't need that to be noticed.  I don't need anybody's help to win a match or anybody's back up just in case something goes wrong.  I'm an adult, I take care of things all by myself, whether people like it or not.  But maybe I'm not thinking about this in the right set of mind.  Maybe I shouldn't focus on the fact that Amanda was part of the stable that will go down in SCW history.  Granted, not in a good way, either.”

She smirks at the camera before adjusting her championship on her lap a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œOf course, I too will go down in history in SCW too.  My plans are to be the longest reigning Bombshell champion.  It will obviously take some time and I'll some bumps in the road, like Amanda Cortez.  But I will persevere and win my match against her.  It's not that I don't like her, it's just that she's not as good as I am.  She does have talent, that I will give her but she's not as skilled as I am.  That should have been your first indication when she joined those silly Mean Girls. BUT, you do have to give it to her; she did basically carry those tag team championships all by herself.  That's slightly impressive, is it not?”

She looks at the camera before smiling a bit.  She didn't think being a tag team champion of any sort was an accomplishment at all.  She didn't like having to rely on somebody else to show up and do what they're supposed to; she liked to rely on herself.

;;Mikah  â€œIf you could even call it that.  I mean, whatever that's not my cup of tea; this championship right here is what I'm all about.  I can't even begin to think about how I would be in a tag team championship match because I don't trust anybody and I can't.  Did you all see how Veronica Taylor basically gave Delia and Mercedes those championships?!  Pathetic if you ask me and Amanda had every right to wash her hands of her.  But Amanda, I'm not Veronica Taylor.  And I don't have to try to be relevant or important by coming up with second grade insults to get my point across.  I could though, if that'd make you feel more at home, but I'm not going to do that.  What you see is what you get.  I'm the Bombshell Champion for a reason and it's no fluke that I am.  I will admit though, I wasn't very focused in the start of my career here in SCW but after my small hiatus, I'm more focused than ever.  So Amanda, I hope you bring your A game because I'm not going to be letting you walk out of Hong Kong as the champion.”

She takes a deep and steady breath before looking at the camera, a smirk playing on her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œAmanda, you might be good but I'm better.  So hope you're preparing for one of the toughest matches in your careers.  Because I'm going to make you tap out.”

She stands up and places her championship over her right shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œSee you soon, Amanda.”

She winks at the camera before letting it fade to black and stop filming before leaving the place.  She had to go pack for Hong Kong now and for their stay at the Disneyland hotel they were staying at.  Leighton was beyond excited to go to a Disneyland that was in a different country and Mikah couldn't be more excited about it either.

Disneyland
Hong Kong, China
|OFF-CAMERA| 5 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii


The Hong Kong Disneyland resort was fabulous and Leighton had a hard time what she wanted to do first but now the three of them were in Disneyland and waiting in line to go on the Space Mountain ride.  She was bouncing up and down and Mikah was sure that Gavin wanted to shoot himself with whatever gun he could get a handle on.

;;Mikah  â€œHey, you said you'd come along.  I gave you the option of staying at the hotel.”

She patted his arm as she looked down at her daughter, watching as the little girl tried to look ahead in line.  Mikah was patient with the kid stuff that she liked to do with Leighton but Gavin needed a little more practice at it.  After all, he was still getting used to being a step-father to the girl.

;:Leighton  â€œMommy, can we go see Elsa and Anna too?!”

Mikah smiled at her daughter before looking at Gavin, curious too see how much her husband could take of a Disney filled day.  With characters and rides and who knows what else.

::Gavin  "Why would anyone want to be here?  This place is hell.  Pretty sure that Goofy just took that kid behind that building to give it to him.”

Mikah gives Gavin a dirty look before hitting him in his stomach before motioning to Leighton.  She didn't want Leighton hearing those kind of things.

;;Mikah  â€œGavin James, don't talk like that!”

She had wanted her daughter to just be a child a little while longer.  The line moved up and they were getting closer and closer to the front.  And the closer they got, the more Leighton bounced around excitedly.  Mikah had to admire the child's energy because sometimes all she wanted to do was lay in bed and throw things at Gavin just to see how much she could irritate him before he exploded.

;:Leighton  â€œWe're almost there!”

Mikah smiled down at her daughter before shooting Gavin a look, telling him to behave with her eyes.  She loved her husband but sometimes he forgot that Leighton was just a child.  They line progressed and soon they were in the front of the ride, waiting for it to start.

::Gavin  "I'm sure that dog just wants to touch his bone, it's fine.”

Mikah shoots Gavin a look over her shoulder.  She was sitting in the front with Leighton, leaving Gavin to sit by himself since the ride sat two by two.  The ride didn't last too long and soon they were off to find another ride or something that Leighton wanted to do.  Mikah let her lead them to the area where she could meet Elsa and Anna from Disney's Frozen.

;;Mikah  â€œBehave, Gavin James.”

She gives him a look as they wait in line again, Leighton bouncing a bit in excitement to meet Elsa and Anna.  Mikah just sighs a bit, wanting the day to by a little more faster.  Not that she didn't love spending time with Leighton, but she just had a lot to do for her match on Sunday.

The hours tick by and soon, they're back in their hotel suite at the Disneyland Hotel resort.  Leighton was napping on the couch in front of one of the TVs and Mikah was getting ready to go on a run.


;;Mikah  â€œYou'll be fine, Gavin.  It's not like you haven't been left behind with Leighton before.  She's not going to kill you; I NEED to go on a run.”

She looks at him as she bends over to tie her tennis shoes before looking at him.  She wasn't worried about leaving Leighton alone with Gavin.  Even though they had walked all over Disneyland several times, it didn't matter, she still felt the need to go on a run.  She had to keep it in her routine, knowing how well that she did run if she kept the routine up.

::Gavin  "You don't need to go on a run.  You need to eat, drink, breathe, and do gross things in the toilet.  Those are needs; running is a choice."

She gives him a look before adjusting her sports bra a bit that she had paired with her yoga short-shorts.  She didn't get why he cared so much about her running habit; it kept her in shape.

;;Mikah “I eat plenty, Gavin. And you don't understand, I do NEED to go on a run.”

Running had become second nature to her; it was the second best thing that she knew how to do well.  Wrestling being the first.  She'd say being a mother but sometimes she felt that she failed at being that.

::Gavin  "You need to hang with your daughter."

Mikah just smiles at him before pointing to the sleeping child on the couch.  Leighton had a busy day so it was natural for her to take a nap.

;;Mikah “She's sleeping, Gavin.  I spent the whole morning and part of the afternoon with her. Plus, it's not like I'm going to be gone long, two hours tops.”

She wasn't going to budge from her own opinion on her running habit.  He wasn't going to get her to stop no matter how hard he tried.

;;Mikah “I don't see why it's such a big deal that I run.”

She pulls her hair up into a ponytail to keep it from blowing into her face as she runs.  She continues to look at her husband, wanting him to just understand that she needed to run, just like he felt he needed to play video games.

::Gavin  "Because I want you here with me.”

She smiles at him before walking over to him and kissing his cheek.  She understood that to a point but  the same time she didn't; she wasn't a clingy person.  She never had been the person to want to be around her significant other all the time.  She knew Gavin wasn't really like that but he wanted her to stop going on so many runs.  Maybe she could learn to compromise.  But she wasn't good at that.

;;Mikah  â€œIt'll be fine, Gavin. I'm going to go on a run and then I'll be back. And you can nap now or do whatever it is you do when I run.”

She really didn't know what he did when she was out on a run but she didn't want to stop and find out either.

::Gavin  "Uh huh.”

She gives him a look before kissing his cheek once again before stepping back.  She checks on Leighton before walking to the door to leave the hotel suite.  She gives Gavin one last little wave before disappearing out of the hotel suite.  She walks down the hallway to the elevator, ignoring the people that were gawking at her because she was wearing a sports bra and short-shorts.  She presses the down button before waiting patiently for the elevator.

||Stranger Woman  â€œYou should put some clothes on!  There are children in here!”

Mikah looks at the woman that had stopped on her way to her room and looks her over.  The pudge on her stomach was obvious as was the cellulite on her legs in the shorts that she was wearing.

;;Mikah  â€œDon't be like that; don't be acting as if you're trying to shield the children's eyes from this when it's just your jealousy rearing its ugly head here.  The kids don't even care, you're the one that's pointed it out because by default you feel inferior to me.  So don't go judging me because you're over weight and can't hack it.”

The elevator dinged as the doors open and Mikah stepped inside to see the shocked look on the woman's face turn into a scowl.  But she didn't have the chance to respond as the doors shut with Mikah inside.  Mikah laughed before pressing the button to go down to the lobby, ready for her run.

The lobby was still filled with people, like it always was or at least what Mikah was used to the past couple of days.  She doesn't pay them any attention and they don't even barely look at her as she walks out of the lobby of the hotel to go on her run.  She'd made a pretty easy route the first day they had been in Hong Kong.  She didn't really mind Hong Kong as much as she said she did on Twitter.

She breathes in and out as she runs, careful not to over exert herself as she runs.  She was addicted to running, it was the only thing in her life that could be considered addictive.  She'd been borderline alcoholic several years ago, finding more comfort in the alcohol and having fun with whoever she was friends with at the time.  She hadn't been as disciplined then as she is now.  She was focused and the running helped her focus stay strong and not waiver.  She'd only just recently gotten back into drinking, having enough willpower to contain herself.  She wasn't getting drunk all the time.  But running was good, running was good for her.


BLOGOSPHERE.
Hong Kong, China
|ON-CAMERA| 5 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iv


Hello, my adoring fans.  It's been awhile since I've posted a good ole' blog post, hasn't it?  I believe I posted one when I went up against that hideous troll, Raynin.  As you all know, I beat her and she hasn't been seen since then.  I mean, I get it, she's embarrassed that she's a complete and utter failure at her career.  I knew that I would be the one successful, let me get you a passage from my last blog post:

I seriously need to find out more about Raynin because I know nothing about her. I know that she's not worthy to be the champion and I know she's a freak that needs to get lost. Maybe after she loses to me again she'll finally get the picture and move on elsewhere. I don't feel like giving my championship up, not after I just got a hold of it. If we had it my way, we wouldn't even be having a rematch. Where has that stupid cunt been since I won the match!? She's been hiding and licking her wounds, hasn't she?! Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. But whatever. She can hide all she wants, we both know that after I beat her again, I will NOT be giving her another chance at my championship. She can't hack it in a wrestling ring and I'll prove it again in roughly two weeks, give or take a few days.

That right there basically tells you that I already knew that I was going to win.  I could show you images of my last promo but I don't feel like talking about my win against Raynin because she is now in the past and matters no more.  What all of us need to focus on now is the future and my future consists of a match against former Mean Girl, Amanda Cortez.  And if you don't know who Amanda Cortez, you'll remember her as the tatted up one in the Mean Girls group.

I'm conflicted when it comes to the Mean Girls subject because I don't personally believe that they have truly, honestly disbanded.  I believe that this little “break up” is just a mere publicity stunt to get more attention to them.  I mean, it's smart but their break up is not that believable.  I mean you have girls that are horrible, horrible people and two of them are trying to pass themselves off as reformed nice girls.  They'll never be nice girls and then there's Veronica Taylor who's a whole other species herself.  She really shines a light on stupid people and I don't say that lightly.  I had wanted to give the stupid girl the benefit of the doubt but it's apparent that she's breathed in too many perfume fumes and too much hairspray fumes.  There is nothing to be done or said that can help her sorry case.

Then there's Amanda Cortez.  She was sort of the odd ball in the group, was she not?  She didn't fit in as well as the others did.  She's rough around the edges and not quite as put together as the other ones are.  She spoke her mind about things more often and wasn't always focused on looks.  I don't know much about her; my focus has never been on the Mean Girls or the girls that had taken apart of the group.  They meant nothing to me, much to their dismay I'm sure.

You see, I don't need to have all their support for me to do well.  I only need my own support to get shit done and I've done just that since I've been champion.  People like Raynin and Amy Marshall couldn't have done what I have in their short championship reign; they are nothing but pathetic little scrubs.  I don't care if that's harsh or insincere but it's the truth.  They may not like it, but they do have to get used to it.  Amy Marshall can keep her silly little roulette championship; it's nothing but trash anyways.  Just like her.

But back to Amanda.  She could be just fine in the ring, I don't really know.  But she's not the best, she's not me.  She can be skeptical of my skills but she cannot say that I'm a horrible performer in the ring because I've been on a hot streak lately and I don't think I want to be ending this little winning streak of mine; I quite like it.

Things are going to be interesting here in SCW.  My new found friendship with one of the co-bosses is already starting to make waves.  I'm sure there are going to be rumors floating around that he and I are doing something other than drinking.  But that's all there is to it, drinking and socializing and being friends, I guess.  I mean, it's drinking and I'm not sure that I remember everything but I do know that I have NOT cheated on Gavin.  Because I'm not that person.   But people will talk and they will believe what they want to believe.

And then there's that fact that I AM the Bombshell Champion.  It's been quite interesting, hasn't it?  I mean, I'm not a boring champion.  I work with what I am given and who I am put up against.  I haven't refused to face a challenger and I have succeeded since my return.  I'm not going to let some other scrub take my championship away from me.  I've worked too hard for it to just go to waste on a girl like Amanda Cortez.  She may be decent in the ring but she's just barely that.  SCW needs somebody willing to step up and be the Bombshell champion available.  And that's me.  It's not Amanda and it's DEFINITELY not Veronica Taylor.  

One of Amanda's downfalls is that she had joined that atrocious group.  She is well known now, with all that focus that the group had gotten because of its silly success.  But that's the plus side for me; I've only been in SCW for roughly eight months, if that and I'm already the Bombshell Champion.  It didn't take me long to lock this achievement in now did it?  I know you that some of you fans out there have followed me for a while, watching my career since the very beginning, but some of you have only just tuned in.  This is the fastest that I've ever secured a championship since being in a company that is slightly well known.  And it feels glorious.

The politics don't really matter to me any more.  I'm living the grand life and I'm not going away any time soon.  If I do lose this championship and I do not see that happening for a long, long time, I will get it back shortly after losing it.  That is a promise that I will keep but I will not be losing it to some girl like Amanda Cortez.  She's just not championship material.

I hope all of you adoring fans choose to tune into Climax Control this Sunday so you can see me beat the living hell out of Amanda Cortez.  Of course, it's nothing personal but I just have to win.  And I will.

See you all soon!

Xoxox,
MIKAH <3


You scream, I scream, We all Scream for Ice Cream!
Hong Kong, China
|OFF-CAMERA| 3 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE v


Leighton and Mikah had gone off to have some Mommy and Daughter time, wanting to spend a little time with her like Gavin had suggested.  Of course it wasn't exactly when he had suggested but he couldn't pick everything out for her.  Plus, she was an adult and she could make her own choices when it came to spending time with her nine year old daughter.

;;Mikah  â€œHow's your bubble gum ice cream?”

She looks across the table they were seated at outside of the little ice cream parlor they'd found.  Her daughter had on a white two tiered ruffled skirt and a turquoise tank top with a few jeweled embellishments on it.  Mikah was wearing a simple neon coral skirt that she'd paired with a white crop top that showed her toned stomach.

;:Leighton  â€œIt's good mommy, how's your cotton candy ice cream?”

Mikah had an unhealthy love for cotton candy flavored things; ice cream and frappuccinos were her favorites now a days.  She takes a small spoonful of the blue and pink dessert and takes a bite of it from the spoon.  It was like heaven in her mouth.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's good.  What should we do when our ice cream is done?”

Leighton just simply shrugs her shoulders eating her ice cream off of her ice cream cone.  The two were good together but never really had a plan of action when they chose to do mommy-daughter dates.  They went with the flow and did whatever popped into their heads.

;:Leighton  â€œI don't know, maybe we should go shopping.”

The idea was one that they both liked.  Of course, Mikah would never say no to shopping and she was happy to take her daughter out and shop away.  It was things like that she had almost wished that her mother had wanted to do with her.  But according to her mother, Mikah had been a difficult child and didn't want anything to do with her mother.  Mikah still wasn't sure that she believed that.

They finish their ice cream before choosing to walk around the busy little downtown type area.  It was a cute little area, with cute little shops.  There was nothing couture or designer but Leighton liked to look around and try things on.  But Mikah would take her to the mall later that she read had most designers under one roof.  

She watches Leighton as they step into a small shoppe and Leighton began to instantly look through the clothes for children.  The style was very different from what Leighton was used to in the United States.  Mikah just watches, not really participating in the looking through the clothes.  She let Leighton pick a few outrageous things out to try on and watched as she modeled them in a silly fashion.  She didn't know how she had gotten blessed with such a good child.

A few hours later, Leighton and Mikah were sitting outside by the pool.  Leighton had been in and out several times but Mikah had yet to get in.


;:Leighton  â€œMommy, come swim with me!”

Mikah smiles at Leighton before looking down at her bikini.  It was a neon turquoise one with fringe.  She stands up and fixes her bottoms before getting in the pool with her daughter.  She loved to swim but usually didn't have any time to do so.  She was always busy getting ready for a match or she had to catch up on sleep from all the flying she's done in the past two weeks.  With being a champion came responsibilities.  And she wanted to do anything she could to promote herself.

;;Mikah  â€œThis water is nice, Leighton.  I see why you love this pool.”

Mikah watches as Leighton swims around.  Mikah wades in deeper before going underwater.  She swims around the pool, playing some games with Leighton before they both decide to go up to their hotel suite.  Mikah sighs as she walks into the suite to see Gavin napping on the couch.  She smiles at the sight as Leighton traispes off into her designated room as Mikah walks over to her sleeping husband.  She looks down at him, just watching as he sleeps for a moment.

She was clearly thinking about something devious as she looks at him, watching his peaceful face as he slept.  She smirks before sitting on him, getting him wet with her bikini.  He reacts quickly before flipping her over so that he was on top of her and staring down at her.  She just smiles innocently up at him.


;;Mikah  â€œHow was your nap?”

She bites her bottom lip a bit as she looks up at him before he dips his head down and kisses along her neck a little bit.

::Gavin  "Pretty good.  I had a dream about my gorgeous wife that started out something like this.”

;;Mikah  â€œOh really?  You do know Leighton is in the other room and will probably be out here any minute...right?”

She just smiles up at him, innocently and as if she hadn't been the one to wake him up from his slumber.  She was always hyper-aware when Leighton was around; not wanting to subject her to that sort of thing.

::Gavin  "Oh so you're saying that we should go to our room?”

She looks at him and he smirks down at her before kissing her softly.  She kisses him back, arching her back a bit to press into him just ever so slightly.

;;Mikah  â€œOr...I was thinking we could continue this later.  Maybe go out for supper...with Leighton.”

It was a rare thing when she wanted to go out to eat for supper or when she really wanted a full meal.  But maybe she wanted a family thing or who really knows what she truly wanted.

::Gavin  "Oooor, you could tell Leighton we'll be a little bit, she waits patiently, then, I show my wife in spite of my generally bad attitude, how much I truly do love her?  Then we go to dinner.”

;;Mikah  â€œOr...we could go out now and have all night to ourselves...but I guess if you want to get it done now...”

She just looks at him with a smirk on her pretty face.  She was trying to get her way once again but she didn't know how much he would cooperate with her choice.

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Just a Glorified Model
« on: June 12, 2015, 07:38:22 PM »
 
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NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
|OFF-CAMERA| 8 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i


Mikah sits there at her favorite Starbucks location in New York City, sipping on her S’mores Frappuccino as she awaited somebody’s company.  She had refused to let her husband come with her, even though he had wanted to.  She didn’t want him here, not for this.  She didn’t want him to meet her brother, Mitchell and her sister Mikayla.  It wasn’t something she was ready for and she didn’t believe that he would want to meet them anyways.

She lifts her head up to see her fraternal twin sister walk into the Starbucks and she shrinks down in her seat, hoping to go unnoticed.  She watches as Mikayla walks up to the counter to order the drink of her choice.  Mikah studies Mikayla’s features, looking at Mikayla’s mousy brown hair that didn’t do much for her face and she tilts her head to the side, noting that Mikayla was barely 5’6 and a little chunkier than Mikah.  Mikah shakes her head before looking up to see Mitchell walking into the Starbucks as well.  Now, he and Mikah looked more alike or so she thought anyways.  He had the same skin tone that she did and his hair was blonde and they had the same color of eyes.  They could pass off as twins more than Mikayla and herself, she thought.  She knew she couldn’t hide from him; his height made it easy for him to see over things and places.  He waves at her and she only gives him a small two-finger wave before taking a drink from her Frappuccino.

She watches as he orders a drink before waiting with Mikayla and she pulls her phone out, sending a text out to Gavin: Miss you. <3.  She looks up as Mikayla and Mitchell sit across from her in the booth that she was sitting in.  They offer her a smile and she just simply gives them what could be considered a half smile.


||Mitchell  â€œHello, Mikah.  How are you?”

She just looks at him, knowing that she should have a nice answer for him as he was trying to be nice.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, Mitchell, if you must know, I’m rather bored.  You see I’ve been waiting here for nearly twenty minutes for two nob—people to show up.”

He just smiles at her before taking a drink of his hot coffee.  She really didn’t care to ask what he ordered and she was sure he didn’t care to tell her.

||Mitchell   “I apologize for making you wait, then.  Where is your husband?”

Mikah looks at him then looks over at Mikayla, who was sipping on some sort of Frappuccino.

;;Mikah   “He’s at home.  With my daughter.  Did you really think I was going to bring either of them here, to meet you?  Because if so, you’re delirious.”

Once again, he just smiles at her instead of getting riled up.

++Mikayla  â€œHow is Leighton?”

Mikah’s eyes instantly dart over to Mikayla at the mention of her daughter’s name.  She had forgotten that Mikayla had known Leighton for a good few months or so when Mikah had given Mikayla a temporary job.

;;Mikah   “She’s fine.  She’s enjoying her summer and she loves to swim in the pool.  But that is not why we’re here, is it?  We’re not here to discuss my relationship with my husband or what Leighton is doing in her spare time, right?  I suppose mother or father sent you here, wanting to know my stance on the things that we had talked about several weeks ago, am I correct?”

Mitchell shakes his head no at his estranged sister.  It was a bit awkward between them to say the least.

||Mitchell  â€œNo, we thought that we could all catch up.  As siblings.  Mom and dad have nothing to do with us being here.  You are our sister, Mikah, even if you don’t want to believe you are.

;;Mikah  â€œReally?  Because you are the only one that could pass off as my brother, Mikayla on the other hand needs some work.  You really need to do something with your hair, Mikayla.  Seriously, you want to go through life with mousy brown hair?!”

Mikayla just gives Mikah a look.

++Mikayla  â€œYou dyed your blonde hair a while back to red so you didn’t look like any of us, so why are you judging my hair?”

;;Mikah  â€œBecause it’s ugly.”

She had said that without missing a beat and without hesitation.  She didn’t seem to care if was a mean or hurtful thing to say, it was the truth and she wasn’t going to hide behind it because people couldn’t handle it.

;;Mikah  â€œI’m sorry, but it’s the truth.  You need some highlights or something.  I’m not trying to be mean…”

++Mikayla  â€œWe know, it just comes naturally for you, right?  It’s something that came to you easily because of how you grew up.  But Mikah, that was your own choice.  You chose to grow up that way.”

Mikah rolls her eyes and scoffs at her twin sister.

;;Mikah  â€œOh please, that woman’s brainwashed you too?!”

||Mitchell  â€œThat’s enough, Mikah.  I’m three years older than the two of  you, and I was there when you both were growing up.  Mikah, you were a strong willed little girl and were independent pretty much by the time you could crawl.  You didn’t let our mother do anything for you, you’d only let our father do things for you and that was once in a blue moon, not every day.  So this whole, pity me party you have going is all something you have come up with by yourself.”

Mikah gives her older brother a look.

;;Mikah  â€œPity me party?  Since when have I used it to get anybody’s pity?  Are you living in an imaginary world, Mitchell?  Do you even know what I do for a living?!”

||Mitchell  â€œYou’re a wrestler.  Well right now, you’re the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell champion.”

Mikah smirks, enjoying hearing that.  It was like music to her ears.

;;Mikah  â€œExactly.  That means there was no pity party to get me to where I am in the company today.  I didn’t use you, Kayla, or our parents to get me there.  I didn’t use any pity to get me success in the wrestling industry.  Nobody cares, okay?  So this is not a pity party.  I don’t remember being that strong willed as a child.  I blatantly remember mother attending to little miss perfect over there day after day and barely even caring that I got straight A’s my entire school career.”

||Mitchell  â€œGet over it, Mikah.  That was how many  years ago!?  Ten or more?!  I know that you’re a smart woman, I knew you were smart in high school.  But I also know about the poor decision making you did in high school.  The parties, the drugs, the alcohol, and the boys.  Was that all to get back at mom and dad?  Did you deliberately get into drugs and alcohol to make our parents pay attention to you.”

Mikah laughs at the thought.

;;Mikah  â€œHaven’t you two heard of anything fun?!  It was fun and I loved doing it.  Plus, don’t defend Mikayla because she has sour grapes over my life that I’d had in high school.  She just wanted to do those things but nobody saw her because she always had her nose in a book, worrying about her grades and in the end, it didn’t matter because I was still the valedictorian at graduation.”

++Mikayla  â€œI don’t care about high school any more, Mikah.  Maybe I did a few years ago but I don’t anymore.  Why can’t we act like we’re sisters and have a normal bond like most siblings do?!”

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I don’t like you, Mikayla.  You are…you’re the Misty of the family.  I know you won’t understand that but it’s true.  You want everybody to like you and to be your friend but I’m not going to do that.  You’re my twin sister and that’s all you ever will be.   I know, maybe we can get along but I am not going to cater to you like mother did during our childhood, it’s just not going to happen, okay?!”

Mikayla just looks at Mikah before shrugging her shoulders.  Mikah really didn’t care how Mikayla felt about it, it wasn’t something she wanted in her life.

||Mitchell  â€œAren’t you lonely, Mikah?”

;;Mikah  â€œNope.  I have Leighton and Gavin to keep me company and that’s all I really need honestly.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders.  There was a piece of her that wanted to be close with Mitchell and Mikayla and to be a part of Mitchell’s children’s lives but she didn’t want to admit that.

||Mitchell  â€œI don’t believe you,  Mikah.  So, I will be bringing my wife and children to visit you in a week or so.  And I expect you to introduce me to Leighton and Gavin both.  I know you won’t admit it, you’re not in touch with your emotions but I know it’s something you want.  So, give me your address or I will find it somehow.”

Mikah studies him from across the table before sighing and grabbing a napkin and writing her address on it.  She didn’t want to argue with him and she didn’t have the patience to do it either.  At least not at the moment anyways.

||Mitchell  â€œThank you.  And don’t worry, I won’t give it to our parents.”

;;Mikah  â€œGood because if they show up at my door, I’ll call the cops.”

Mitchell finishes his coffee before announcing that it was time to go.  Mikayla smiles at Mikah, trying to be friendly as she slides out from the booth after Mitchell.  Mikah just looks at them before sliding out of her spot as well.  She looks at them before Mitchell pulls her into a hug.  She looks surprised at the gesture but eventually hugs him back before quickly pulling away from his grasp.  She didn’t have much time to recover because Mikayla had also pulled her into a hug.  She groans before hugging her twin back and then pulling out the girl’s grasp.

;;Mikah  â€œThat was painfully awkward.”

||Mitchell  â€œIt was fine.  Don’t think too much about it, trust me, it’s not a big deal.  It’s something that families do, they hug.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at him.  She hugged Gavin all the time; part of the time because she loves him and most of the time to annoy him when he’s playing video games.

;;Mikah  â€œYeah, well it’s a bit awkward to do when you don’t see people all the time.  Maybe you should’ve started with a handshake.”

++Mikayla  â€œYou’ll get used to it.”

Mikah just gives Mikayla an “I doubt it” look before finishing her drink.  She tosses it in a trash bin before looking back at her siblings.

;;Mikah  â€œWell…this was…um…weird.”

||Mitchell  â€œMaybe a little but it’s a step in the right direction, right?!”

Mikah just gives him a look.

;;Mikah  â€œThere is no right direction in this weird, messed up family.  Just…steps all over the place.”

++Mikayla  â€œWell, we have to start somewhere.”

Mikah just simply shrugs her shoulders again, not sure what she was supposed to say.  She really needed to get back home so she could go on a run, she could just feel those calories sitting in her stomach.

||Mitchell  â€œWe will see you next week, Mikah.  Don’t miss us too much.”

;;Mikah  â€œDon’t worry, I won’t.  Have fun on your flight back to Seattle.”

Mitchell nods and Mikayla just smiles and then Mikah watches as they walk out of the Starbucks, leaving her standing there to deal with her emotions.  She didn’t know what she felt about Mitchell bringing his wife and children to her house to visit her.  And she didn’t really know how Gavin was going to react to the news.  Maybe she wouldn’t tell him and let it be a surprise.  It was always better as a surprise, right?!  Had to be or so she thought.  She just shakes her head before leaving the Starbucks to drive back to her house to go for a run.  That is if she could get away from Gavin to do so.

You Can't Sit With Us.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
|ON-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii


The scene opens up to a pretty busy place, which seems to be a school cafeteria of some sorts.  And it looked to be a high school one to boot.   The camera zooms in on a certain table, catching four girls sitting at a table, all involved in fixing their hair or their make up.  They clearly resembled SCW's own mean girls, but their looks were drastically different.  A laugh is heard as Mikah steps into view of the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's take a look at what we have here, shall we?!”

She stands to the side for a moment, letting the camera get a good look at the group of the four girls.

;;Mikah  â€œThose four girls sitting right there were the Mean Girls of SCW; the group that seemed to be unbeatable.  Delia Darling had the Bombshell Championship for what?  Nearly six months?  She'd be the Regina George of the group.  And then there's Mercedes Vargas.  Who really knows what her role in the group was because I'm honestly at a loss for words.  And if you need help here, she'd be the Gretchen Weiners of the group.  Then there's Veronica Taylor.  She's merely just there for looks, because she's not really somebody worth worrying over, right?  She's overlooked, not really cared about in the group.  She's the Karen Smith of the group.  And then there's Amanda Cortez.  If my memory serves me correctly, which it may not because who really pays attention to them anyways?  She's the newcomer to the group, the Cady Heron of the group.  But definitely not as naïve or stupid as Cady.  But let's see what happens over time...”

The camera feeds seems to fast forward, the scene behind Mikah zipping through at a fast paced motion.  The scene shows the Mean Girls together for a while before the split comes up.  Delia and Mercedes going off together and Amanda and Veronica going the other way.

;;Mikah  â€œSee, nothing lasts forever.  Or that's how they would like you to believe.  I still don't believe a word those cretins are saying.  They can pretend to not like one another all they want, they can pretend that they're not still talking to one another behind the scenes because trust me, I'm sure they are.  But my opponent at Climax Control is Veronica Taylor aka the Karen Smith of the group.  That girl is dumber than box of rocks.  I think she's on drugs more than she's not.  Who seriously thinks that they're relevant when they're not?  When they have to cling to their stable mates' fame and success?  Riding the coattails of Delia's success doesn't make you relevant or successful.

I don't need anybody to make me relevant or to help me stay successful.  I just have to rely on my own talent, something that you wouldn't know anything about, Veronica.  What's going to happen when you're left all on your own because nobody can trust you?!  What are you going to do then when you are nothing more than a glorified model?  You are what's wrong with this business.  You are the type of girl that is going to be worried about breaking a nail instead of winning a match.  And I really, really dislike people like you.  But I suppose, people dislike me too and that's okay.  I don't need people to like me to win matches.  All I need is the talent that I possess, something that you, Veronica know nothing about unless it's flashing a smile for a photographer.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders at the camera before sitting on one of the tables, showing off her designer dress that was a coral color and skin tight.

;;Mikah  â€œI know you think that you are something to be reckoned with but you're really not.  I've faced a million girls just like you and they never amounted to anything either.  I know you have this long record here at SCW but that's nothing when it comes to facing me.  You don't know who you're going up against, you really have no idea.  You only have seen me in a few matches in the past couple of months, none of which have actually showcased my talents.  You don't want to believe that I'm the Bombshell Champion because of my talent, you and everybody else want to just pass it off as a fluke win, something that shouldn't have happened.  But the truth is, the win is legit.  I fought hard to win my match against Raynin and I won't have you and your other little cretin like friends say any different.  You don't want to believe that I'm for real, that I can easily be beaten.  You want to be the one to prove that I'm not worth something here in SCW but the fact is, I'm the champion.  I'm not going to go anywhere for a long time and that is something you can believe.  Veronica, I'm going to eviscerate you, just because I can't stand to look at you or simply be in the same building as you.  You and your silly little friends want to make everybody believe that you're not one united group but I can see through your little charade.”

She smirks at the camera as she leans back just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I don't expect any of your little friends to interfere because they don't believe in you or your skills.  They all seem to try to be doing their own things, which is good for them but bad for you.  You only seem to prosper when you are in a dominant group, one that seems to be hard to take apart and beat.  But the group is currently not together and you'll be all on your own, won't you?  You'll have nobody there to help you to get the win, the only win that could probably make you relevant in the wrestling community.  You say that I'm the one struggling to stay relevant but my championship here says that I'm the one that's relevant and that you're nothing more than a scrub trying to claw its way up to the top.  If we took a poll, I'm sure more people would hate you more than they would hate me.  And trust me, I've done some pretty horrible things in my career history, things that would make your skin crawl, Veronica.  Things that I won't mention because they don't seem to really matter here, now do they?  But you do need to know that I'm not a nice person either, Veronica.  You may be a bitch and a 'mean' girl, but I'm remorseless and I could care less about you or your pifitul feelings.  Feelings don't belong in a wrestling ring, if you want to talk about feelings take it to a shrink's office.  I have other things to deal with.”

Mikah stands up and fixes her dress before grabbing her championship and slinging it over her shoulder.  She was getting ready to leave the building, not wanting to be stuck in there any more.

;;Mikah  â€œI'll check in later.  I'm sure you'll miss me.  Laters.”

Mikah winks at the camera then begins to walk out of the building, leaving the cafeteria scene behind her.

It's All Fun and Games Till Someone Gets Hurt.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
|OFF-CAMERA| 4 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii


Mikah glances at her husband as he lays on their bed playing his Playstation Vita.  She couldn't tell you what that was; video games were not her forte.  She rolls her eyes at him before throwing a hanger at him after she had taken a shirt off of it and packed said shirt in her suitcase.  She wasn't paying attention as she packed a few pairs of shorts until she felt the hanger hit her butt, clearly something that Gavin was aiming for.  She turns and gives her husband a look before walking over and snatching the Playstation Vita out of his hands.

;;Mikah  â€œI think I will take this with me over to bum-fuck nowhere.”

Gavin gives her a look, his eyes narrowing a bit at her as he watches her try to turn the device off.

::Gavin  â€œI will fight you for it right now.”

Mikah just laughs, not trying to be mean but she lets the laugh roll off of her tongue as she holds the device tightly to her body.  She watches as Gavin stands up, fixing his athletic shorts as he pushes his own hair out of his face.

;;Mikah  â€œThe only way that you'd win is if you sat on me because let's face it, you're getting a little chubby.  I think I see a tiny little roll...”

Of course he wasn't really getting chubby, she just liked to rile him up and tell him that he was.   After all, she was the one bringing home the money and supporting them, she had to have somebody to pick on.

::Gavin  â€œYou're seeing things.  Maybe we should get your eyes checked.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at him, trying not to smile at him as he tells her that she's seeing things.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, I am seeing things.  I'm seeing a little lovehandle here and maybe a small pooch...”

She turns  back around to finish packing, shoving several different outfits to wear while she was wherever it was she was going.  She sighs as she looks at her ring attire, trying to choose what color she wanted to wear on Sunday.  The possibilities were endless, really.  She sighs before grabbing the neon yellow that's outlined in white and shoves it in her bag.

::Gavin  â€œYou're just trying to manipulate because you want me back in SCW with you, nice try.”

She turns to look at him, giving him her full attention, her eyes focused on him.

;;Mikah  â€œIf I was trying to manipulate you into returning to SCW, I'd either fuck your brains out or abstain from sex.  But now that the idea's placed in my head, maybe I'll try that.  And bee-tee-double-u, I'm talking about abstaining from sex.”

She grabs her fishnet tight things and shoves them in her suitcase before going to find her knee pads and the legging things that cover her boots.  She doesn't give Gavin another thought as she grabs the neon yellow legging things and puts them in her suitcase as well before grabbing a clean pair of knee pads as well.  She picks a white lace garter and puts it in the suitcase as well.  She didn't have time to worry about things like what she teasing her husband about, she didn't want to be that person.   She sighs as she grabs her to-go bag thing that had all of her showering necesseities: her high end cashmere shampoo and conditioner, her expensive Moroccan oil, toothpaste, her toothbrush, and some hair accessories.  She puts that in her suitcase before looking through hers hoes.  She picks out several pairs before grabbing her wrestling boots and putting them in a separate suitcase as well.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you coming with or are you staying here?  Either way, I don't care, I just need to know.”

He doesn't give her an answer, at least not right away.  It was something that bugged her and he knew it.  He did it often to get under her skin and most of the time it worked but she was just going to ignore it for the moment.  She just simply grabs her things and walks downstairs.

Just a Modelin'.
DOHA, QATAR.
|ON-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iv


The scene opens up to a beach and it was pretty bare for being the middle of the afternoon.  The scene was pretty confusing because why would they be showing a beach?!  It didn't make any sense or at least it didn't seem to be making any sense.  That is until Mikah appears in a purple sequined bikini and her blonde locks down in pretty, beachy waves down her back.  The camera zooms out a bit, showing that there was some sort of professional photographer standing in front of Mikah, clearly taking pictures of her.

The camera shows as she poses before laying on her side in the sand, positioning the SCW World Bombshell Championship in front of her as the photographer snapped pictures of her.  She did each pose, giving sultry looks as models were known to do.


;;Mikah  â€œDoes this look familiar to you, Veronica?”

The camera continued to film as she posed again for the photographer, following his instructions althought she was not one to usually follow directions other than her own.

;;Mikah  â€œLook closely, Veronica.  I wouldn't want you to misjudge what's going on here.  So look closely and focus, don't be going off on a rant about calling people 'Huntys' whatever that is.  Just focus and pay attention.  Because I'm curious if this is familiar to you...”

She continues to do a few more poses before she just sits in the sand, letting the camera zoom in on her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œI know it is familiar for you, Veronica.  It's the only thing that you're good at, the only thing that you possess talent in.  And trust me, it's an easy talent to have because anybody can do it.  Sure, not everybody has the right body to do so but it's brainless talent.  But then again, what should I expect from you?  You were apart of thee most ridiculous faction known in the history of factions.  I'm surprised that Paramount Pictures haven't called you to give you a cease and desist letter because you are infringing on their territory of the ever popular movie Mean Girls.  I mean that is obviously where you got your name, right?”

She looks at the camera, a smirk settling on her face.

;;Mikah  â€œActually...Here, I do have something to read to you.  Something I found just. . .lying around.”

She pulls out a piece of paper that had been folded twice into a square.  She carefully unfolds it before clearing her throat to read the letter.

;;Mikah  â€œDear Miss Veronica Taylor.  This is a cease and desist letter, informing you of your copyright infringement of the term, Mean Girls.  If you do not stop using that term, I will have to file a civil suit against you and your teammates.  Debbie Allen, Paramount Pictures representative.”

Mikah tosses the paper to the side, raising an eyebrow at the camera.  It was clear that the letter was nothing more than a fake.

;;Mikah  â€œSeems to me somebody's not following the law!  Shame on you, Veronica.  I thought you were better than that.  Although, you are brainless so maybe that's not below you to do something such as that and hide a letter away so you could continue to use that name that you obviously stole from the movie.  How unoriginal can you be?  I mean, I get it, you don't have a brain so you use the first term that you came across and low and behold, it caught on.  Good for you, you found something that had kept you in the spotlight while Delia and Mercedes did all the work and you sat on your fat ass, enjoying the spotlight that you obviously did NOT deserve.

And the lack of brains is evident with the people that you had accepted into the group.  People like that one Twitter whore that everybody seems to talk about.  But she fits right in with you, doesn't she Veronica?  She seems to be right at your speed; dumb and moronic.  But I don't have to worry about her, she's off trying to find another deadbeat fiance.  You, on the other hand, I have to worry about on Sunday.  Although, I wouldn't call it worrying because you're nothing but a speck of sand in the locker room.”

She gives off a careless shrug as she looks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œYou might think that I don't amount to anything and that I'm just the champion because Raynin is a nobody.  But you better watch what you say because your friend Delia got beat by a nobody.  And don't say Delia isn't your friend anymore, I don't believe a word you girls spout out your trouty mouths.  And didn't you lose to Delia?  Or was that your partner Amanda?  I simply can't remember because all of you four girls are interchangeable and not that memorable.  So you don't have any room to be talking about wins or losses because I'm sure your track record isn't that good.  At least I have a championship that's worth something to my name.  And I will be written in the SCW history books whereas you will only be known as ½ of the former bombshell tag team champions.  Which I've said before is lame.  That means you have to rely on a partner to get gold, and not your own sheer talent.  Oh, but wait!”

Mikah stops for a moment, a glint in her eyes as she leans forward.

;;Mikah  â€œYou don't have any real talent, Veronica.  Your talent is solely in modeling, not wrestling.  You can talk a big game up on Twitter all you want, it's not going to hide the fact that your talent lies in the modeling industry and not in the wrestling one.  You can pretend that you're all big and bad and can hang with the big kids but we all know that once I beat you, you will sulk back to the kiddie table with your juice box and animal crackers.

And maybe after I wrap my legs around your neck and pull your trachea against my shin, crushing it you will believe that I'm here to stay.  That I'm not going to be going anywhere and that I'm not somebody you can just look over.  You and those other...cretins in the back can believe whatever you want.  You can believe that I asked or begged Mark Ward for the number one contender's match because I know the truth.  I know that I didn't ask to be put in any match of the sort.  I do my job.  I see that I'm booked.  I arrive.  I do my job.  I win.  I leave.  Simple as that.  There is no begging for a shot at the title, there is no begging for anything.  I just do what I'm supposed to do.  Plus, nobody wants to talk to either of those bosses because heaven forbid I hurt Christian's feelings.  I seriously don't know who's the bigger crybaby, Veronica.  You or him.”

Mikah simply shakes her head before standing up and wiping the sand off of her butt and the back of her thighs.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd as for this little stipulation that Mark Ward gets to pick because quote unquote, of the way I talked to him on Twitter, is a bit on the ridiculous side.  I didn't know that we were still in elementary school and there were tattle tales around.  For fucks sake, I can say what I want to say to whomever I want to on my Twitter.  If you don't like it, then maybe you better make an appointment with the doctor so he can monitor your level of butthurt.  Mark, I really hope you don't pick a stupid stipulation because I'm seriously not in the mood for stupid, girly bullshit.   I want to show up at the arena.  Change.  Kick Veronica's ass and then leave.  That's all.  I don't want to deal with the politics or the people behind the scenes.  I just want to kick that brainless cretin's ass and show her that she's worthless in my book.  So don't pick something stupid, although I'm sure it will be nothing too bright.”

She rolls her eyes before bending over and grabbing her championship.  She dusts the sand off of it before slinging it over her left shoulder.  She looks at it adoringly before kissing it.

;;Mikah  â€œThis thing looks so much better now that I've polished it and sanitzed it.  That horrible cretin that had it before me had it ruined.  There was dirt and grime all over it.  But don't you worry, I'll keep this belt all nice and shiny so that you Bombshells in the back can be envious of it.  And trust me Veronica, the only way that you will be getting close to my championship belt is if I smash it into your forehead after I win.  That's the only way that I am letting you close to it.  There will be no rematch for you after I decimate you and make you bleed through your trouty mouth.  Maybe then you will stick to modeling and your fragrance making.”

She looks around, the wind blowing her hair about a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œUgh.  I can't wait till this match is over so I can go back to normal civilization, this place is a dump.  See you soon, Veronica.  Hope you're ready to bleed through that trouty mouth!”

She winks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.

She turns to walk away, letting the camera get a good shot of her ass as she stops for a moment, looking around as the scene fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Ties that Bind Us
« on: May 22, 2015, 11:39:25 PM »
 
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<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;">Family Ties.
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
|OFF-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i


Her breath slipped out of her lips in a slow motion like whoosh as she stood in the entryway of the house that she had grown up in in Seattle, Washington.  She smiled at the maid/housekeeper/nanny, Giselle. Giselle was the only adult that had been nice to her when she was growing up as a child so she still still felt that same gratitude towards the woman.  Giselle walked off, leaving Mikah to do as she pleased, not that Giselle would've stopped her anyhow.  But not that it mattered, she'd lived there for 18 years of her life and felt she could do as she pleased.

Mikah steps into the living room, looking at the couch that had been replaced in the last ten years since she'd been there.  She then walks over to the mantle above the fireplace before stopping and looking at her older brother, Mitchell and his wife Jaicelyn.  It appeared that they had two kids; a boy and a girl.  Mikah simply rolls her eyes at the pictures before moving down to her right and looks at the picture of her fraternal twin sister, MiKayla.  It appeared that she got married but she didn't have any kids yet with the lucky man.  Yeah, lucky man, Mikah laughed to herself before moving over and was surprised to see a picture of herself ten years ago on graduation day sitting there in a 5x7 picture frame.

She picks the frame up and looks at the photo and a small, miniscule smile crosses her face.  It was taken when she was giving her valedictorian speech, something she took from MiKayla.  Her parents never believed that she'd gotten good grades but they never saw her report cards as she'd hide them from her.  And they figured, as long as they didn't have to sign anything, that meant that she wasn't failing anything.  But it floored them with surprise to learn the day of graduation that MiKayla wasn't the valedictorian but Mikah was.  They hadn't realized that their daughter had been not just as smart as MiKayla but smarter.  

She reaches down and touches the glass on the frame, studying the reddish brown color her hair had been at the time.  She then looks at the mantle, her hand still holding the one picture before seeing a small picture of one of her senior pictures. It wasn't a big gesture or anything but it was something.


|||Bridgette MiKacek  â€œI know you won't believe me but we were so proud of you that day.”

Mikah sets the picture back down before turning to look at her mother.  Her eyes study the woman in front of her and can't see any resemblance to her.  She tucks her hair behind her ears before taking in the fine wrinkles and the graying hair before her mother offers her a place to sit down.  Mikah sits down in a chair instead, not wanting to leave space open for her mother to sit next to her.  She didn't really want to come to see her mother but she didn't want it to be one of those things that she regretted when she got older.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're right, I don't believe you.  Why would I believe anything that you say to me?”

|||Bridgette MiKacek  â€œBecause, I'm your mother, Mikah.  It might not mean much to you anymore but it still means a lot to me.”

Mikah scoffs and rolls her eyes at the thought of that.  She didn't believe it, not with the feeling that her mother always hated her when she was growing up.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd that's supposed to mean something to me?”

Her mother seemed shocked that Mikah would say something like that but her mother hadn't been around her for ten years and her mother had forgotten how Mikah was.

||Bridgette  â€œMikah, you shouldn't say things like that; they're not very nice.”

;;Mikah  â€œSee, that right there is why I talk to you the way I do, Bridgette.  Because you talk to me like I'm two years old, which is how you talked to me all throughout high school.  I'm not a little girl anymore, Bridgette and I won't let you treat me as such.”

Her mother again didn't seem to like being talked to like Mikah was talking to her.  She pursed her lips together before looking at her daughter.  Mikah had chosed to wear a pair of skinny jeans tucked into brown riding boots with some sort of accent around the ankle and a nice coral top.

||Bridgette  â€œI do not treat you like a two year old, Mikah.  I wish we could just talk without getting all frustrated with one another, wouldn't that be nice?”

;;Mikah  â€œI guess so. . .”

She didn't feel comfortable in the house she grew up in anymore; she had promised that she would never come back to this place but yet, here she was.  Her mother smiled at her, a kind smile one that Mikah didn't see growing up.

||Bridgette  â€œI think we need to talk about your childhood because I think we both have things wrong.  I know you think your father and I were not very. . .nice to you as you grew up but we were, Mikah.  You were just always that self sufficient child growing up; when you were a toddler, you wouldn't let us do anything for you.   It was hard, having a one year old little girl scream and push you away as she tried to put her own shoes or dress herself.  Did you know that you potty trained yourself and you weren't very old either. But you were a very determined little girl, Mikah.”

;;Mikah  â€œSo, that gives you the right to ignore me when I got older?!”

Mikah narrowed her eyes at her mother, scowling at her.  She knew that she was self sufficient but she believed that was because she didn't have any other choice but to be self sufficient.

||Bridgette  â€œNo, of course not.  I just gave up with you when you were two years old because by then, you were throwing full blown fits if I or your father tried to help you with anything.  It hurt too much when you'd scream at us, saying you hated us so we stopped trying to help you and decided to let you be the child you were going to be whether we liked that idea or not.”

;;Mikah  â€œSo you gave up on a two year old!?  What kind of mother were you?!”

Mikah didn't know what to believe or what really to think either.  What kind of parent just gives up on their child?  That is just letting your child feel like they don't matter or that they will never amount to much as they grow older.  Except Mikah pushed herself to amount to something, she didn't want to let her parents think they won or that they were right.

||Bridgette  â€œI know, but I was so emotionally drained by the time you were two, I felt like crying every day.  It was like stepping into a war zone when I would go into your bedroom to get you ready for the day.  And it was affecting MiKayla too; she became more clingy where you became more and more independent.  She wanted me to pay her more and more attention and it was the easier thing to do.  It wasn't right and saying sorry doesn't make it right.  But I am sorry, Mikah.  I should've done something different, something to let you know that I didn't hate you and I don't hate you.  You're my child and I've never hated you a day of your life.”

Mikah didn't know what to say because she didn't realize the truth of the situation.  She didn't realize that her mother couldn't handle the behavior that Mikah had shown at such an early age.  She just looks at her mother but is saved when Mitchell and his wife Jaicelyn walk in with their children in tow.  Mikah watches as their two children run around before noticing the car seat in Mitchell's arm.  She doesn't say anything, still processing the information that her mother had given her.  Did she believe her?  Was she supposed to believe her?  Or was this all some ploy to get her to forgive them and be a family again?

%%Mitchell MiKacek  â€œHey, Mikah.  This is my wife, Jaicelyn.  The boy running around is Boston and the little girl following after him is London and this little girl in here is Jersey.”

He talked to her like it wasn't a big deal that she didn't come around or that she felt like the family hated her.  Had it all been in her head because she was a stubborn child?  She didn't think that she would make something like that up, but maybe she would.

;;Mikah  â€œI have to go.  This...is a lot to process.”

Her mother nodded her head, understanding exactly where Mikah was coming from.  Mitchell just smiled politely as Mikah stood up and fixed her shirt.  This wasn't what she expected to find out when she came to the place.  She expected a knock-down drag out sort of thing instead.  But now she was leaving to go spend some time with Gavin before she had to go to Tunis, Tunisia.  She quickly says goodbye before hurriedly leaving the house and stepping out into the dreary weather that is known to be usual for Seattle.  She didn't know where to go from here.  Or what to do.

The Ties That Bind Us.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
|ON-CAMERA| 5 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii


Mikah sits on a stool in a dimly lit room, once again.  It seemed to be her favorite thing to do, really.  She always started in a dimly lit room but she didn't care if that had become her new thing, she had things to say and she didn't want to waste any time with any theatrical shit, at least not at the beginning. She might just save that for later, she wasn't entirely sure what she planned on doing.

;;Mikah  â€œThe things one hears these days.  It's surprising actually.”

The camera man zoomed in a bit, as Mikah sat still on the stool and straight up. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a cut off top, sporting her own tee.

;;Mikah  â€œThe thought that I am in this Bombshell Championship match blows people's minds.  Just because I haven't been around lately doesn't mean that I am not championship worthy and plus, I did beat three other bimbos to get this spot so what are people bitching about?!  You want to try to say I cheated to win?!  So you're going to say that I'm the person that told Veronica Taylor to come out there and screw Mercedes Vargas out of this opportunity?!  Because if that's so, you're living in a delusion.  I don't even speak to that woman, let alone barely know who she is.  I was just the right person in the right place and just because Mercedes was taken out of the picture from one of her former allies or whatever they are now, has nothing to do with me.  I was taking the opportunity to get a shot at gold and you're going to say that Jessie Salco or Amy Marshall wouldn't have done the same thing if they'd been in my place?!  Bullshit.  They'd have done the EXACT same thing I did to get the win.  It was the moment and I stole it and took the win, just like I promised that I would.  But that was last Sunday.  I'm more focused on better things. . .like, the ties that bind us.”

She narrows her eyes a bit, her mind still on the words that her mother had said to her the day before.  She hadn't decided how she wanted to react to what her mother said, she didn't know if she believed the woman or not.  But it was affecting her mood and her temperament.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm tied to my family, by blood whether I want to admit it or not.  I'm talking about my mother, my father, my brother, and my fraternal twin sister.  I couldn't severe that tie fully unless the revelation would come to be that I wasn't actually related to anybody but was told that instead.  But that wouldn't be possible, the proof was in the pictures.  I am a child of my parents and for that I apologize.  I apologize for them to you because they were shitty parents.  They ARE shitty parents and shouldn't have been allowed to procreate.  Picking favorites shouldn't be something permitted between children.  They should've been sent somewhere to be checked out to make sure that they had the right nerves in their brains.  Because I don't even want to believe that those two idiots that raised me are my true parents.”

She rungs her fingers through her loosely curled locks before crossing one leg over the other, staring at the camera for the time being.  She lets the silence linger around her, her thoughts focused on her family life, the one she had before she met Gavin and before she'd had Leighton.  It was making her mad to sit there and think that they had the audacity to say the things they did.  Well, not they, her mother was the only one that said things like that.  Her father wasn't there to back her mother's story up.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm tied to my daughter, Leighton by blood also.  She is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.  She makes life worth living and worth doing things so that she can have the very best life possible.  Is it possible that she's quite spoiled?  Yes, very much so.  But I want her to grow up to believe that she can do anything that she wants to with nothing holding her back, no negativity and no family bullshit that I went through.”

Another look passes through her eyes as she looks at the camera, focused solely on the lens, trying not to look away.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I'm tied to Gavin by marriage, of course.  He is the only person in my life that I have let get that close to me.  Stupid?  Maybe, but that's love for you, isn't it?  I never understood love, really.  Not until I met him.  I'm not going to continue to talk about him, because I'm sure that I could go on and on and on about him.”

She just smiles briefly before the serious look takes over her face once more.  She sits there for a moment, letting the silence settle around her once more before she takes a deep breath.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I'm sure that you, Raynin believe that you are tied to that championship like it's your own flesh and blood, like you deserve to be the holder of it.  But that tie can be severed with a simple 1..2..3 or a simple tap out.  How will you feel when you will have nothing to your name anymore? Nothing worth living for and nothing worth being around the company for?”

She tilts her head to the side a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not somebody you've ever faced in the ring, Raynin.  I'm sure you believe that I'm just like everybody else that you've faced; somebody trying too hard to take you off that pathetic little pedestal.  But I'm not going to be trying to do it because I am going to take that championship away from you.  I'm going to be the one to do it and it will be the shock of  your life.  And then what ties will you have left?  To the service?  To your family?  Oh...wait.  I'd try to take that back but you can't take back things once they've been said, right?  So everything I'm saying, I'm going to do whatever it takes to back them up. After Sunday, when you leave the arena championship-less, you will feel a feeling of despair set over you.  You will feel like all the ties you have left in this world won't matter, that you won't matter anymore and you know what, Raynin?  You're right.  You won't matter.  You already don't matter; you're just lucky.  You were lucky that Amy Marshall seemed to be having an off night.  But wait a minute here, didn't I just beat Amy Marshall in a fatal four way match?  So, seeing that she's not that hard to beat, should mean that you're a piece of cake to beat and take that championship away from.  And I'm sure that I'm right because I'm very rarely ever wrong once I've pegged a person like you to be that way.”

She just smirks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not intimidated by you, Raynin.  I don't care if you have been around longer than I have here in SCW.  I don't even know if you have had success anywhere else in the World with wrestling but I simply don't care.  I trust my skills in winning on Sunday and I don't have to worry about what I know to be true.  I know that I can wrap my legs around your neck and pull your throat against my shin, cutting your air off as I crush your trachea forcing you to tap out with no other choice.  Then you'll feel like the nobody that you truly are, right?  You'll finally be finding that place in life that you deserve to be, where you should've stayed in the first place.  I find it funny that you think that you belong in the championship picture.  Girls like you don't last long in the spotlight, something about not being able to handle it.  Me?  I've been there before and I quite like it so I'm about to take that spotlight from you and shine it on me to add another tie to me, another bind to the company besides the contract I already have.  I hope you're preparing well.”

She winks at the camera again.

;;Mikah  â€œSee you soon.”

The camera stops recording and Mikah stands up, fixing her shirt a little bit before leaving the room, thinking about where she was going to go next.  Well she knew where she was going to go, actually.

Fighting Words.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
|OFF-CAMERA| 5 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii


She walks into her house, still in the jeans and cut off top she had worn in her promo shoot. She sighs as she looks around, still in a funk from her little visit with her “family”.  She still didn't know how to process the information she'd been given and she definitely didn't know if she believed the words her mother had told her, either.  She runs her fingers through her hair as her Alaskan Klee Kaii puppy runs to her and she bends down and pets him behind his ears and lets him lick her hand once before he runs off.

She sighs before walking into the living room to see Gavin playing one of his usual video games.  She just watches him for a moment, feeling her mood still stay in that aggravated setting.  She didn't usually pick a fight but she was feeling rather contentious at the moment and he was the only person she could take her frustrations out on, even if he didn't know why.  And he most likely wouldn't know why.  She didn't want him to know that she'd gone to Seattle instead of coming right back to the city she lived in with him.  She didn't want him to even want to know and meet her hideous family.


;;Mikah  â€œIs this all you've done since I've been gone?  Sit on the couch and play that stupid....game?!”

He doesn't even glance at her as he plays his game with her watching him.

::Gavin  â€œOh, stop your complaining.  I do what I want.”

She takes a deep breath, in through her nose and slowly lets it out through her mouth.  She was still fighting the feeling of wanting to pick at him.  It was winning more than she'd like and she couldn't really help it, either.

;;Mikah  â€œApparently.  Apparently, that's all you do.  Like, ever.”

She was a bit snappy with him but she simply didn't care either.  She didn't care if she wasn't being a nice wife; she wanted to do something other than sit there and think and rethink about the conversation with her mother.  Sure, she could have done something  other than pick a fight with her husband. But it was her defense mechanism because she knew that he'd know almost instantaneously that something was wrong, that she wasn't feeling just right.  He knew her better than she sometimes knew herself and she wanted a distraction from that.

::Gavin  â€œAnd all you do is complain.”

She narrows her eyes at him before walking over to the TV that was mounted on the wall before unplugging the game system he was using.

;;Mikah  â€œRight.  Whatever.  Have fun playing your stupid video games, I'm leaving.”

She couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop playing the conversation with her mother over and over in her head.  And the more she did, the madder it made her.  She glowers at her husband, ready to throw something at him or something.

::Gavin  â€œHave fun with your stupid running.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

;;Mikah  â€œWho said I was going on a run, Gavin James?!  I just said I was leaving. I didn't specify where I was going or what I was doing.  And even if I was going on a run, it's better than just sitting on your ass, wasting brain cells in a stupid video game.”

He finally looks at her, not that he had much of a choice as she was standing in front of his video game console.

::Gavin  â€œI just always assume you're running, given the fact that's literally all that you do.”

She just gives him a look before smirking a bit at him.  And not in a good way either, it was more like she had evil intentions with the look rather than just arrogant ones.

;;Mikah  â€œYup.  So since that's literally all that I'll do, I'll remember that the next time something else comes up.”

She walks towards the doorway, ready to go do whatever it was she had her heart set on doing.

::Gavin  â€œOf course you will.”

She flips him off, tucking her hair behind her ears.

;;Mikah  â€œOf course I will.  I'm going to go do something, so I don't waste away on the couch like a nobody.”

She doesn't give him much of a chance to respond as she grabs her suitcase and takes it to the laundry room.  She drops everything into the washer, puts her favorite high end detergent in, and the starts it before going up to her bedroom.  She goes into her walk in closet and packs three or four different wrestling attires, not sure what she was going to want to wear come Sunday for her match.  She then finishes packing the rest of her things before taking her three bags back downstairs.

;;Mikah  â€œHave fun being alone in New York City.  All by yourself.  Without me.  So you can lose more brain cells with those games.”

She watches as he gets up to plug in the video game console to go back to play whatever it was that he was playing before.  She wanted to say something but she pushed herself to walk out of the door, not wanting to start another fight.

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TUNIS, TUNISIA
|ON-CAMERA| 4 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iv


Dearest Fans,
            That's right, it's me, Mikah and I'm back with another fabulous blog update.  I'm sure you all were on the edge of seats, waiting for one, right?  I mean who else would you be waiting to hear a blog update from?  Veronica Taylor?  Mercedes Vargas?  Raynin?  Please, don't make me laugh.  You're all just waiting to hear from me so you can hear all about how my match went with last Sunday.  But if you were true fans, you'd already know that I won my match and I'm now waiting for my glorious shot at the gothic wonder, Raynin.  Which, will be coming to you in the main even this coming Sunday.  Exciting, I know.

I'm sure you're also wondering how I managed to pull off a win with three other whores in the same ring as me. Well, it certainly wasn't an easy task but I managed to do it.  Sure, there were some...technicalities with Veronica Taylor butting in to further whatever issue she has with Mercedes Vargas but that's not on me.  I just seized the opportunity I saw in front of myself to take the win.  Anybody else would've done the exact same thing.  It was the smart and the right thing to do because now I'm sitting pretty and just waiting for my championship match to come about.  It's nice feeling secure in one's job.  Don't you think?

Not that any of you readers could probably feel the same way.  You're probably employed by some greasy, disgusting fast food restaurant and have to wipe your mouth several times from drooling over the food.  But I'm glad some of you have no lives so that you can sit there, waiting to hear from me, your favorite little bombshell from good ole SCW.  I like to think that you sit there, at your keyboard of your computer and press that little refresh button over and over again on a daily basis to see if I put up another update.  But you'll only get an update a week, maybe not even that.  Sorry not sorry.

Let's talk about championship matches, shall we?  They always seem to be so intense and exciting and I can only hope that this match brings every ounce of excitement.   For you fans?  No.  Because I want it to be remembered as the match that stole the night, especially with the surprise twist that I was the one to become the new Bombshell Championness.  I know not very many people expect me to be able to beat Raynin, thinking my mind will be elsewhere.  Like on Gavin or on something else that's not important.  But they're wrong.  I get this sense of competitiveness when I get the chance to fight for a title and I feel like nothing can stop me.  And I'm not going to let some silly little girl stop me either.  I will win that championship and I will pry it from her hideous fingers.

Now let's talk about main eventing Climax Control.  It will be my first time ever main eventing the show for SCW. Exciting, really.  But the only downside will be having to wait and wait and wait for the show to be to that point where I get to walk out from behind the curtain to perform.  Really, I'm only looking forward to kicking the ever living shit out of Raynin so I can prove everybody wrong.  At this point, I'm not sure that my own husband believes I can beat her.  But I wouldn't know, I haven't been answering his phone calls or texts for the past twenty-four hours.  But that's neither her nor there.

Many people always ask me how I prepare for a match and I really don't have a certain method.  I like to run, so I usually run before the show starts and then during the show, I watch a few matches before going to the locker room to relax a bit and to empty my mind.  I focus my entire mind on the thought of beating my opponent.  I don't do any training on the day of the match, I do that on the days leading up to the match.  I keep the day of the match to prepare mentally for the match because some matches need more preparation in that field than others.  Although, I'm not sure that Raynin thinks about anything worth thinking about.  But that's just my opinion.

This will be the match that changes everything for me.  It will the turning point of my SCW career and I can't wait to shove it in everybody's face that they were wrong.  That they put all their tokens in somebody else's basket; the loser's basket, that is.  Personally, I don't have anything against Raynin, it's all business and all professional.  I am only doing what I have to do to get the win.  And I'm sure that is exactly what she is going to do as well.  Of course, I'll do it better because let's face it, I do everything better.  I have the better entrance, the better attire, and the better moves to make it be the match of the night.  Maybe of the month.  

Things are looking up for me.  Title match coming up and then after I win, it will be the good life.  Nothing will be spared for me.  I will have the best that there is to offer.  I will have the best locker room, with the best things inside of it and when people see me walking down the hallway, that championship slung over my shoulder will step to the side so they don't get in my way.  I will not move aside for anybody, they will step away from my path.  They will treat me how I deserve to be treated; like a queen.  I will expect no less than the best treatment and you can bank on that.  There will be no going back to the life of somebody who doesn't value the good life.  But it's not like I didn't already have that life, right?  The gold will only enhance what I already have.

Life is grand and I cannot wait for Sunday.  Hope you'll all be watching to see me capture my first championship here in SCW.

Xoxo,
Mikah.


The Fight.
TUNIS, TUNISIA
|OFF-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE v


It'd been three days since her fight with her husband, Gavin Stephens and like usual, she was ignoring his every call and his every text message that he sent.  He'd even tried to call her on Skype but she didn't answer.   She had trained earlier in the morning after her run and now was laying in the bed in her extensive hotel room.  She sighs before hearing a knock on the door to her room.  She groans before getting up and opening the door to see her husband, Gavin standing there, his suitcase behind him.  She just looks at him, a bit blankly.

::Gavin  â€œI came to make sure you weren't taken like the hot blonde in the movie Taken.”

She just raises an eyebrow at him, not sure what he was getting at but she was still not going to talk.

::Gavin  â€œPretty sure that happened in a country like this...”

She just looks at him again before stepping to the side and letting him step into the hotel room and out of the hallway.  After all, she didn't want to cause a scene in the hallway.

::Gavin  â€œYou know I love ya, quit being a bitch.”

;;Mikah  â€œI thought you were staying in New York City with your hand.”

He just looks at her before running a hand over his face for a second.  He was obviously trying not to be too frustrated with his wife.

::Gavin  â€œDid you not just hear a word I said?”

She just shrugs her slender shoulders, looking at him, his two-toned colored hair hanging in his face a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI heard you.”

::Gavin  â€œAnd do you believe me?”

She looks at him before shrugging her shoulders again as she loosely crosses her arms over her chest a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œWhich part?  The part that you love me or the part where you thought somebody was going to kidnap me?”

::Gavin  "The love part, silly.  Of course someone would try to kidnap you, you're the hottest woman in SCW.”

She takes a deep breath, trying to decide if she was still in a mood to want to fight with her husband.  She was trying hard to push the conversation with her mother out of her head but she couldn't seem to do so.  It was on repeat in her head.  She could do the mature thing and tell her husband what was going on but she didn't want to.  And she wasn't going to tell him, either.

;;Mikah  â€œI believe you love me.”

She knew that he loved her.  She loved him too, she just didn't want to tell him what was really going on.  And she wasn't going to apologize either.  She didn't believe that she had anything to really say sorry about.  She didn't feel sorry, at least not yet.

;;Mikah  â€œSo, are you going to sleep on the couch now that you're here?”

::Gavin  â€œYou know the answer to that question too.”

She just gives him a look.  She takes a deep breath before sitting on the couch, tired of standing and tired of trying to keep up the fight with her husband.

;;Mikah  â€œYou didn't have to come, you know.  I was doing just fine.”

::Gavin  â€œYeah, well I missed you.  And with you ignoring the fuck outta me, kinda left me little choice. ”

She just looks at him before shrugging her shoulders.  She didn't want to admit that she had maybe missed him too.  She was just stubborn, refusing to give in.

;;Mikah  â€œI missed you a little.”

It was the best she could do at the moment.  She couldn't give much else, not wanting to get into the whole ordeal about why she was being such a bitch.  She wasn't going to share that part of her life with him; she wanted it to stay in the past.  And she hadn't decided if she was going to leave it in the past or forgive her parents.  It was a hard decision.  Something she couldn't just decide on a whim.

::Gavin  â€œYou missed me.”

She just smiles at him and shrugs her shoulders, not really saying for sure that she did.  She couldn't help it, she was still in a funk.  She relaxes back against the couch before feeling Gavin sit next to her. She doesn't look at him as he sits next to her and she just sighs softly.

::Gavin  â€œSo are you ever going to tell me what's on your mind?”

;;Mikah  â€œNope.”

She shakes her head no as she glances over at him, hoping he wasn't too angry with that answer.  She knew he'd try to pry though, it was in his nature as her husband.  Plus, she'd probably pry if he was acting the way she was.

::Gavin  "Now lets turn that to a 'yes', and you tell me. 'Cause nothing ever gets solved, otherwise."

She looks at him and raises an eyebrow at him before once again shaking her head no.  She wasn't going to tell him and he could pry and pry all he wants, she was going to keep her lips sealed so that he didn't know all about her family drama.

;;Mikah  â€œAgain, nope.”

::Gavin  â€œYou know you drive me crazy sometimes, right?”

She simply nods her head, a half smile crossing her pretty face.  She kisses his cheek tenderly.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, that's why you love me.”

He just sighs before kissing her lips softly before she leans into him, snuggling closer to him. She was going to try not to snap at him or to pick another fight with him because they didn't need that.  She didn't need to be distracted by that going into her match either.

The Home Run.
TUNIS, TUNISIA
|ON-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE vi


The scene opens up to show Mikah in a batting cage with a baseball bat in her hands. She was dressed in baseball pants that were tight and cut off just after her knees.  She had her socks pulled up underneath the ends of the pants and on her feet were baseball cleats.  She just had a simple tank top on with a baseball uniform like shirt over top, unbuttoned.  The colors were purple and white.  She chews on her bottom lip, not sure if she liked the theme that she had chosen for this little demonstration she was going to use for her promo.  She figured it was tomboy enough, even though she didn't even know if Raynin played baseball, she just chose a sport and made it the cliché version of tomboy.

She didn't, however, have a ball machine in there with her but instead some guy she'd hired to pitch to her.  She yelps as he pitches a ball to her and it comes whizzing past her face.


;;Mikah  â€œWatch what you're doing!”

She fixes her hair, as if one single strand was out of place before getting in stance and then swinging at the ball and surprisingly enough, she manages to hit the ball over the pitcher's head.

;;Mikah  â€œThis...this is what I think of when I think of the word tomboy.  A girl who loves to play sports.  Sports like volleyball or baseball.  I don't think of wrestling when I come across that word, although I do know that it comes up time from time.  I don't see what's so great about being a tomboy; you get to get almost hit in the face with a ball.  Maybe that's why most of my competition is a bit on the slow side, too many balls to the face.  And I mean that in whichever way you want to take it, honestly.

But Raynin, my dear, dear opponent on Sunday.  Is this what you would do in your free time?  Swing a metal baseball bat at a ball being thrown at you?  Or were you too poor to even afford those sort of lessons?  Is that why you chose wrestling?  Because you were too poor to excel in anything else?  I'm betting so.  See, life wasn't easy for me but I had money at my fingertips.  If I wanted to do something, I'd do it freely without worrying about the fee or the pricetag that was hung up with it.  Now am I saying that you're poor now?  No, not at all.  I really don't know what you're like now because you haven't done anything really noteworthy to catch my attention.  And before you have something to say about my absence lately, I know, I haven't been around much lately.  But that's all about to change, Ray.  Is it okay if I call you Ray?!  Great.”

She winks at the camera before swinging the bat at another ball, smirking as she hits a grounder to the other side of the cage.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's going to change because you have something that I want, Ray.  And I'm not going to ask you for permission to take it from you, I'm just going to do it.  I'm either going to pin you, fair and square in the center of that ring or I'm going to wrap my legs around your neck and pull your head so that your trachea is being crushed against my shin.  It doesn't matter how I win, Ray because I'm going to relieve you of your championship duties, they will no longer be of your concern.  I will be the one with autograph signings and photoshoots, not you.  I will be the one to bring prestige back to that championship belt.  Of course, I'll have to clean it and polish it some because I'm sure it's rather dusty since you've been carrying it around.  No offense.

I bet you aren't even going to be taking me seriously and aren't really considering me a threat.  But how would you know that I'm not a threat, Ray?  I haven't been around enough for you to know what I'm like.  You don't know how I am in the ring.  I've only had a select few matches here in SCW and none of them have really showcased what I can do in the ring.  Were they good matches?  Yes, because let's face it, any match that I am is going to be good.  But are they the best that I've ever competed in?  Of course not, that's absurd.”

She swings at another bl and smirks as she hits it over the pitcher's head to the right.  She adjusts her skin tight pants before leaning on the bat as she pushes it into the ground a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, Ray.  That's the great thing about being in a match with you; you really won't know what I'm capable of.  You can compare me to the likes of the other girls in the locker room, but let's face it, none of them are like me either.  They all have their qualities, I'm sure but nobody in that room can touch me.  Look at what I did to Amy Marshall, Mercedes Vargas, and Jessie Salco last week.  I beat the odds in a fatal four way match.  And that is impressive, if you wanted to know.  

The odds won't be that much stacked against me in our match, Ray.  It's just me and you, fighting it out for that championship gold that you carry with you.  But don't worry, I'm going to make your luggage that much lighter come Sunday night.  I'll be the one with much heavier luggage and you won't have to worry about the baggage claim anymore.  You'll just have to focus on not drowning in your own despair.”

She tucks her bangs out of her face before rmoving back into batting stance and swinging and perfectly hitting the ball over the pitcher's head again.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't want to start boring you with my words, telling you over and over how much I'm going to enjoy beating the ever living hell out of you and taking that title away from you.  I'm not going to start to repeat myself because well, I'm not like your other opponents.  I'm going to let it speak for itself, just like I know how.  So I hope you're getting ready for our match, Ray.  Because this match is going to be an easy home run for me.”

She winks at the camera before hitting another ball, it hitting the top of the cage to signal a home run.  She tosses the bat down and takes the button up shirt of the uniform off and tosses it onto the ground.

;;Mikah  â€œSee you soon.”

She nods discreetly to the camera man, letting him know that she was done filming before she grabbed the shirt and the bat before leaving the batting cage.  She shimmies a bit, trying to shake the feeling of being a tomboy off of her, as if it was a contagious disease, instead of just a life choice.  She was going to be ready for the match, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

Ready to go.
TUNIS, TUNISIA
|OFF-CAMERA| 1 DAY UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE vii


She collapses on the couch after running back into the hotel room and she gasps for her breath.  It had been her third run of the day and she was already mentally preparing for a fourth run, even though she knew her husband would have some sort of protest about it.  She didn't understand why he was so against her running habits; she loved to run.  She loved the way it made her feel and the way her muscles ached after she got done running.

;;Mikah  â€œGavin?”

She didn't know if Gavin was still in the hotel room or if he had gone out to explore.  She relaxes against the couch before dozing off.  She was shaken awake nearly an hour later to see her husband standing over her with a slightly concerned look on his face.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat?  What's wrong?  Did somebody die?!”

::Gavin  â€œI thought you were dead!  You weren't waking up when I called your name and I was worried!”

She just laughs a bit before sitting up and pulling her hair back up into a ponytail.  It was cute that he worried so much about her.  She just leans up a bit and kisses him full on the mouth.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're so cute when you worry, you know that?”

He scowls a bit.

::Gavin  â€œI was seriously worried, Mikah.  But that's not the point, are you ready for your silly little match on Sunday?”

;;Mikah  â€œSilly little match?!  Gavin, it's a championship match.  It's not silly, it's important.  It's important to me, so it should be important to you.”

She wasn't going to start another argument with him, that wasn't her intentions.  She wanted him to be happy for her, that she was moving up in her workplace.

::Gavin  â€œI know but I really don't like sharing you with your job.”

She chuckles a little at him before wrinkling her nose at his pouty face.  She pushes her bangs away from her face before standing up.

;;Mikah   “Since I'm such a loving and caring wife, I'll let you take me out to supper. Just no fast food shit, got it?”

She winks at him before walking into the bathroom to shower before they were to go anywhere to eat.  She takes a good forty-five minute shower before getting out and drying off before dressing in a pair of green panties and a matching bra before tugging on a pair of skinny jeans and pairing it with a simple top that was black.   She shoves her feet into her black stiletto heels before she hurries and does her hair and make up.

::Gavin  â€œJesus, Miks, you take longer than anybody I know to get ready.”

His sudden appearance at the door made her jump and drop the lid to the liquid eyeliner pen she had been using.  She cursed before grabbing it and putting it on the pen.  She glowers a bit at her husband before throwing the pen at him.

;;Mikah  â€œFuck, Gavin.  Do you have to walk like a fucking cat all the damn time?!  Make some noise so I know you're coming.  Fuck.”

He chuckles at her as she squirts her Dot by Marc Jacobs on her wrists, cleavage, and neck before walking over to Gavin.

::Gavin  â€œI hope you don't scare that easy in your match otherwise you'll have a hard time coming up with the win.”

She just rolls her eyes at him before grabbing his hand and tugging him away from the bathroom.  She didn't want to waste anymore time in the hotel room.  She wanted to see what Tunis, Tunisia had to offer, if anything.  But most of all, she wanted to relax before her match on Sunday.  And she couldn't think of a better way than spending time with her husband.  Even if it was dinner and she was likely only going to eat a salad and by eat, it means pick at a salad with her fork.

;;Mikah  â€œI am going to win come Sunday night and then you will have to shower me with gifts.  And I love you.”

She just smiles at him as she grabs her purse, ready to leave for the night and only to return after they found somewhere to eat and satisfied their hunger.  She wasn't going to focus on the match tonight, she was going to focus on showing her husband the attention he deserved.

Interview.
TUNIS, TUNISIA
|ON-CAMERA| SEVEN HOURS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE viIi


Mikah had decided to train early this morning  with Gavin even though it wasn't something she liked doing on her match day.  She was hoping to take a nap but she was still at the arena.  She runs her fingers through her wavy blonde locks as she sits on the bench in the women's locker room.  She covers her mouth as she yawns before she leans back against the lockers, letting her eyes close for a moment or two.  She then forces herself to wake up before she gathers her things, looking down at her ring attire; the bra like top with the matching cheeky boyshort bottoms with the stylish hole on her right hip.  She'd chosen to wear her white colored ones for the match so she was wearing her turquoise ones at the moment.  

She stands up, grabbing her bag and throwing the extra clothes in her bag, ready to go take a small nap before the show started.  She pulls the door open to see SCW's backstage reporter Pussy Willow standing there, her hand up in the air like she was ready to knock.  She also had a camera crew following her and Mikah narrows her eyes for a minute.  She didn't ask for this bimbo to come find her, it wasn't something she had wanted to do.


;;Mikah  â€œCan I help you?”

Pussy Willow smiles brightly at the blonde bombshell before fluffing her own hair up and pushing her breasts up.  Mikah wasn't sure how she was supposed to act around the woman.

**Pussy Willow  â€œMikah, I just wanted to get in a quick interview.  I've never interviewed you so I thought that this would be the perfect time!  Right before your championship match against Raynin, the defending champion.”

Mikah just looks at the woman, still confused.  The show wasn't about to start for another seven hours or so, so why was she here?  Mikah sighs again before shrugging her shoulders and dropping her bag down to her feet.

;;Mikah  â€œIf you must. . .”

Mikah watched as Pussy Willow adjusted herself once more before moving to stand next to Mikah.  Mikah tolerated it the best she could, doing her best not to push the woman away from her.

**Pussy Willow  â€œI'm standing here with the number one contender for the Bombshell Championship, Mikah.  Mikah, tell me how you are feeling right now?”

There was a reason Mikah avoided backstage interviewers like the plague: generic, stupid questions like that.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm feeling like I want to get this show on the road.  So, anxious is the term I would put with that to put the feeling into a term.  Nervous?  Nope, not nervous because I know that I am better than the so-called champ.”

She didn't care if she was being conceited because she solely believed that she was better than her opponent.  At least in the ring, anyways.

**Pussy Willow  â€œHow did it feel last week when you won the fatal four way when the odds were stacked against you?”

Mikah chews on her bottom lip for a moment, thinking about the question and mulling it over in her head.  There was only one feeling that she'd had and she felt arrogant.  She didn't know if that would make sense to the likes of Pussy Willow and the fans that would be tuning in to see what she had to say.

;;Mikah  â€œIt felt right.  I was the right person to win.  Could you honestly say that Mercedes Vargas would even be a worthy person to be called the number one contender?  Hell no, not with her involvement with Delia.  She'd probably just hand the title right over to Delia.  And what about Amy Marshall? She had her chance with the gold and she couldn't hold onto it, could she?  I don't think she deserves another chance at the gold.  Time to her to start at the bottom of the barrel.  And then I still don't even know who in the blue hell Jessie Salco is.  Or why she was even included in that match.  It was a cluster fuck of a match, if you ask me.  And of course, the right person won: me.”

If anything, Mikah was conceited.  She knew how to play herself up and be involved in herself. It was a trait that she was trying to make sure that her daughter didn't have.  But it was hard because it was one that she'd had mastered since she was a young child.

**Pussy Willow  â€œDo you think that you have what it takes to beat Raynin?”

Mikah let a laugh slip through her lips as she heard the question roll off of Pussy Willow's tongue.  It was an absurd question or at least Mikah thought so.

;;Mikah  â€œDo I think that I have what it takes to beat Raynin?  That is such a stupid question, PW.  Where'd you get these questions?  Google?  Yahoo?  Some stupid chat room?  You're so stupid.  I know that I can beat her.  I don't have to think about it because it's not worth thinking about.  You should be asking her if she thinks she can beat me.  She's never been up against me and what she has seen me do in the ring is only part of what I can do.  She doesn't have a clue as to who's she's going up against.  It's kind of funny that she's relatively in the dark about what type of competitor that I am, don't you think?  Because she's had more than several matches here in SCW that showcase her talent whereas I've had what?  Four or five?  It's laughable that she is going to base her opinions on what she has seen of me already. Laughable.”

Mikah shakes her head a bit before smirking at the camera before looking back at Pussy Willow, waiting for the next dim-witted question that she was sure the woman would ask.

**Pussy Willow  â€œHow does it feel to be in the main event?”

She lets a grin slip over her face as she thinks about being in the main event of Climax Control. It was rather exciting.  She couldn't remember if she'd ever main evented a show in a singles match or ever, for that matter.

;;Mikah  â€œI love it.  I love that I'm going to be the one closing the show by taking that championship away from Raynin's ugly little hands.  It will be the last thing the fans see before they go home and it will be a wonderful way to close the show.  It will be the match of the night, I can guarantee you that, PW.  I will make sure of it.  I will make sure that I make Raynin tap out or that I get the 1..2..3 in any way that I see fit.  I will take whatever opportunity that presents itself.  Just like I did last week with Mercedes Vargas when her ex-friend, Veronica Taylor inserted herself in the match.  Does that mean that I was the one to cheat to win?  No.  I just took advantage of a bad situation and anybody else would have done the same.  This isn't Disney World, it's more like a shark tank and you have to bite people to get to the top of the food chain.”

She pushes her hair behind her shoulders to get it out of her face.  She had almost thought about tying it up in a ponytail but thought better of it.

**Pussy Willow  â€œYou're not overlooking Raynin's abilities, are you Mikah?”

Mikah laughs a little bit before looking at Pussy Willow with an eyebrow raised.  She knew what Raynin was about, she'd watched some of her matches and she did a little bit of research on the champion.  Mikah knew what to expect when it came to the ring and she wasn't about to let Raynin pull any surprise on her.

;;Mikah  â€œYou mean the fact that she wears an eye patch out to the ring?  I think that's the most fucking stupid thing I've ever seen or heard of in my life.  An eye patch to make things more 'even' for her opponents.  Bitch, who do you think you are?  The goddess of wrestling?  Do you think that everybody should bow down to your feet so that you feel that they are on the same level as you?  Bitch, you can leave that ugly eye patch in the back in a few hours otherwise I'll fucking remove it from your hideous face.  Don't be thinking I need your help in the ring; trust me, it won't be even for you with two hands and two feet, let alone two eyes.”

Pussy Willow frowns a bit at Mikah's words.

**Pussy Willow  â€œNo, I meant her wrestling abilities, not what she chooses to wear to the ring.”

A sigh escapes Mikah's rosy pink lips as she looks at the woman standing to her right.  She was getting slightly annoyed with the questions the woman was asking.

;;Mikah  â€œSo you want to know if I think she can wrestle?”

Mikah looked at Pussy Willow to see her nod her head.  She rolls her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œApparently she did something right  because she's the champion, isn't she? Unless she got on her knees for one of the head honchos, which I highly doubt it because look at the girl, she's not exactly what I would call attractive.  So yes, I'm sure that she has some sort of abilities in the ring.  But do I think she's the most talented person on the roster to face?  No, I don't.”

She just shrugs a bit, trying to seem empathetic but she definitely wasn't empathetic towards anybody but her daughter and husband.  She didn't care if it showed that she was almost heartless to everybody else.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't care if she thinks I'm just some ditzy blonde without a clue because she'll have a rude awakening when we meet in that ring and I'm the one to take it to her.  I'm not like Amy Marshall, Raynin.  I'm a whole different person that you haven't a clue about.  I'm not going to let you get by me and I'm going to personally make sure that you do not go home with that championship.  You've held onto it far too long in my opi

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Attending A Funeral
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<div style="width: 600px; margin: auto;">Frustrations.
New York City, NY
|OFF-CAMERA| 1 WEEK UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i


Her suitcase was open and she was attempting to pack for the upcoming show but her husband, Gavin Stephens kept taking things out.  He didn't seem to care if she was getting frustrated with him as he thought it was rather funny.  She gave him a look before she grabbing her suitcase and marched into her walk-in closet and shut the door behind her.  She didn't have the time or the patience to deal with him and his childish games.  It didn't help the fact that she did NOT want to go overseas again.  She rather liked being in New York City and wished she could keep it that way.  But that was not how the job worked, apparently.  

She sighs as she packs several different choices of colors for her ring attire before packing the rest of the outfits she was going to take with her to Algeria or wherever it was that SCW was traveling.  Did that make her a bad employee if she didn't even know where she was going?  Probably.  But did she care?  Nope, not at all.  She was just there because it was something to busy herself with.  Something to distract her from the troubles of building another house, the same one that has been in the works since last summer.  It didn't help that that was exactly where she was headed after she packed her suitcase.  And she was leaving Gavin at home.

–

She walks out of the closet and grabs the keys to her 2014 Ford Mustang before looking at Gavin as he sits innocently on their bed.  She just rolls her eyes at him as she fixes the skirt of her dress before tugging her stiletto heels back on.  She grabs her purse before looking at Gavin once more.


;;Mikah  â€œI'm going to go check on the house.  Make sure the idiots know what they're doing and hope to high hell that they aren't ruining my plans.”


Gavin just shrugs before finally turning his attention to whatever video game it was he was watching.  She takes a deep breath before walking downstairs to leave to go to the new house.  The drive only took fifteen minutes if that.  She sighs as she parks her car and then climbs out, looking at the frame of the house—well, more like mansion if she was honest.  She didn't like her houses to be small, so she designed it to be rather huge.  And she had the money, so why not?

++Architect  â€œHello, Mrs. Stephens.  I hope you like what you're seeing so far.”

Mikah looks at him, her eyes looking him over before looking at the structure in front of her. To be honest, she was liking it.  She loved how everything was coming together nicely and of course, she only got thee best architects in the country, she would have no less for her house.  She tucks her straight blonde locks behind her ears before offering the man a polite smile.

;;Mikah  â€œI was just coming over to see how everything was going and checking to see if everything is on track.  Remember, I want my walk-in closet to have two stories, not just one.  And I want it to be big, I have a lot of clothes and shoes.”

He chuckles at her a bit before nodding his head.  He had the plans as he went through them with her, helped her set them up.  She let Gavin have some say as well but this had been her idea in the first place, right?  Plus, he didn't seem that interested in the new house anyways.  She steps towards the house, following the lead architect.

++Architect  â€œOf course, Mrs. Stephens, we did talk about your ideas and I remember them in vivid detail and I have the blueprints that have your ideas sketched out on them.  Has Leighton decided what she wanted in her bedroom?”

Mikah shakes her head no with a small chuckle.  The girl was everything like her mother and just as indecisive.
;;Mikah  â€œNo, but I will have her give me her ideas once more and then I will email them to you.  Or text you the details and you can come discuss them.”

He nods his head, watching as Mikah examined the frame of the house.  They had just gotten started because they had been so late to draw up the blueprints, they couldn't start till spring to do anything else.  She runs her hands over the boards before shrugging and looking around a little more.  She smiles at him before walking towards her car and stopping mid-way.

;;Mikah  â€œI will be back next week to check on the house; I have to go out of the country for my job.  You have my email and my number if you need anything.”

He nodded his head and didn't get a chance to say anything as he watched Mikah step into the her car and then quickly drive off.  She didn't have time for small talk, she had to go home, shower Gavin with some attention, before she hopped on a plane to be whisked away to another country.  Oh, why couldn't SCW just go do some shows in Australia?  She probably didn't want to go there either as she'd probably get eaten by a snake or a spider.

In the Mind of Mikah
IN THE AIR
|ON-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii


So, I’m starting this blog.And I’m not even sure why.  It’s not something that I’ve ever been interested in doing because let’s face it, I have better things to be doing than this.  But it’s something that has been useful in other people’s lives, right?  So I figured, why not give it a whirl.

I’ve been told I’m in this oh-so, important match for SCW at Climax Control.  The only plus side in winning this match would be being the number 1 contender for that championship that the one cheap trick of a girl has.  Although, it would have been much more interesting if I was going to be facing Delia for the championship and not some other broad who really probably only has six or seven moves in her arsenal of moves.  I know, I know.  You’re probably thinking, ”But Mikah! You haven’t even won the match and you’re talking about facing the champion!”. Well, have you even seen my competition?!  Not much there if you ask me.

There’s Mercedes Vargas, a former mean girl and don’t quote me on this because I don’t keep up on the mean girls’ rivalries or friendships, but I believe that she is still good friends with Delia and the other two are friends. Or that’s what I’ve gathered from whatever I see floating around on Twitter.  Pretty lame that I only know about them from what they tweet about, right?  I completely agree. But however, back to Mercedes; I had tagged with her and Desiree Drake before to take on Melody Grace, Misty the moron, and Roxi the wannabe and it was less than favorable…or at least that’s what I thought of the outcome anyways.  However, she does seem like the only other girl in the match besides myself that could end up with the victory. But do we really want that?!  Do we want her to be the next champion?  No, I don’t think we do; especially not if she’s going to be having Delia’s whore-y mouth in her ear.  That probably wasn’t very nice of me, was it?  But I really, really don’t care.  Plus, the truth hurts.

Mercedes is also the only other girl in the match that could be considered pretty.  It’s like they put out a flyer saying: ”Ugly girls wanted here at SCW!  Don’t have any wrestling experience!?  That’s okay! Come on in anyways!”  I mean seriously, what could they have been thinking?!  Amy Marshall?  Really?!  She’s a nobody.  Do I really need to spell it out?!  N O B O D Y.  She doesn’t even have that great of a personality, either.  Let me take a shot in the dark and just guess that she’s into comics almost like every other single opponent that I’ve had.  Real original, stay classy Amy.

You want to know how much attention I’ve paid to the fact that I have a match this coming Sunday?  I only know that Amy and Mercedes are in the match. I can’t seem to recall who else is in the match.  My mind keeps screaming at me to say that Jessie Salco is but I could just be spitting out random names, that has been known to happen to me.  I’m sure you’re curious as to why I don’t care about it but if you really think about it, why should I?  None of those girls seem to care either and I have a husband and a 9 year old child to think about and I’m building a new house, so my mind is pretty full with other things than worrying about the stupid names of bimbos that I’m going to be in the ring with come Sunday night.

I know, I know.  I should be more worried about what they think they’re going to do to me in the match but honestly?  I don’t think that they are going to be doing anything to me.  I’m going to be the one that is going to come out victorious.  I’m going to wrap my legs around their heads and crush their trachea with my shin.  And who’s gonna tap out?!  Them, not me.  It’s inevitable, really.  I have much more talent in my little pinky finger than they have in their entire body.  Being a mean girl?  Puh-lease. I could be a mean girl in my sleep and it still wouldn’t mean shit.  That’s right, I think that being a Mean Girl meant ABSOLUTELY nothing.  Oh wow, you had your own little clique.  Guess what?  I’ve run with people before that would make the hair on your arms and legs curl.  So I’m not worried about that.  And then being a goth?  No thanks, I’d rather be me and be good at what I do.  I don’t need to have somebody like her pretending to act like she’s worth something when in fact, she’s not worth anything.

Somebody once told me, that if you didn’t have anything nice to say than you should say nothing at all.  But what fun is that?!  I enjoy making people feel like they don’t add up to anything.  It’s a gift, really.  It makes me feel like I’m superior to everybody else, which I am if you really think about it.  I could probably do absolutely anything I wanted to and it wouldn’t bother me or anybody else either.  I could be the one to ruin the whole match and I would walk away scot free of any punishment or fine.  It’s just the way things go for me.  Granted, I may not have had the best childhood ever but I have a pretty good life now.  A child, a husband, and five houses that have all been paid for; it really feels great to have money and not to worry about paying for anything.  But I suppose the likes of Mercedes and Amy need this job in SCW and need the money to stay afloat in their pathetic little lives.  Which, maybe that’s why they feel they deserve to win the match oh-so much.  Well, sorry to break your little hearts, dirtbags. I’m not going to let you just walk away with the win.  But, I’ve got other things to do now rather than to sit here behind a computer screen and talk to the likes of you.
<align=right>Ciao,
Mikah</align>


Skype Date.
Algeria
|OFF-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii


Mikah looks around the rather extravagant hotel room that she would be staying in before placing her bag at the foot of the bed.  She didn’t know if she’d like staying in the hotel alone, all by herself.  But what choice did she have?  She could have dragged Gavin along but then she’d probably had to listen to whining or something and she had wanted to go alone.  Maybe she needed a friend or somebody to talk to.  She didn’t really know what she needed but she needed to do something before she drove herself crazy just sitting in the hotel room.  She pulls out her laptop and sets it up on one of the tables in the room before sitting down and pulling up Skype.  She was gonna Skype call Gavin, just to see if he would answer.

::Gavin  â€œHey, Miks!”

She smiles at him, seeing his handsome face on the screen of her computer.  She had changed into a pair of her running yoga capris and a work out tank top with a sports bra underneath.  She waves at him, still smiling as she looked his face over.

;;Mikah  â€œHey, Gavs. How’s the house?  You didn’t let it burn to the ground or anything, did you?!”

::Gavin  â€œWhat?!  Me?!  Of course not!  I don’t even think I’ve left the bedroom except to answer the computer to get to your call.  How’s…wherever it is you are?!”

She chuckles a bit.  They both seemed to have the same mentality about traveling overseas.  She didn’t like it much and preferred to only go where she knew where she’d be.  Because right now she was guessing at where she was.

;;Mikah  â€œI don’t know, I just got here.  I haven’t seen much of it but I’m about to go on a run.  Please don’t just lock yourself in the bedroom to play those stupid video games.  You’ll need to eat, you know.  And I don’t just mean order pizza every night!  That’s not healthy!”

::Gavin  â€œWell, Chinese will be in there a few nights too, you know.”

He winked at her and she chuckled a bit as she moved to sit more comfortable, pulling one leg up so that her knee was bent and her foot rested against the bottom of the chair.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you going to survive without me there?  How are you going to sleep at night without me next to you!?  It’s been a long time since we’ve had to sleep without one another.  It might be hard for you.”

She was teasing, of course.  She knew that it would be her that would have a hard time sleeping.  Gavin would sleep like a rock and wouldn’t even think twice about it.  She flashes him a smile as she reaches back to pull her long blonde locks up into a messy bun.

::Gavin  â€œIt’ll be hard, Miks but I think I can do it.  How are you going to cope?!”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders as she leans forward and rests her chin against her knee.

;;Mikah  â€œI don’t know, but I’m going to try to manage it.  Because you won’t wanna go with me all the time, you know.  You’ll be happier staying in New York City without all the hustle and bustle of planes and all that comes with the oh-so glamorous life of wrestling, when you’re not the one competing.”

She offers him another small smile before brushing her bangs out of her face.

::Gavin  â€œYou know I’d do it just to be with you.”

;;Mikah  â€œI know you would but I would never ask you to do that for me.  Or at least not all the time, anyways.

She winks at him before looking out the windows of her hotel room.  She stretches a bit before looking at Gavin’s face on the laptop.

;;Mikah  â€œI’m going to go on a run before it gets dark.  I’ll text you when I get back, okay?”

::Gavin  â€œOkay, babe.  Love you.”

She wrinkles her nose at him a bit before blowing him a kiss.

;;Mikah  â€œLove you more. Bye.”

She didn’t give him the chance to say goodbye as she ended the call.  She takes a deep breath before grabbing her tennis shoes and pulling them on and quickly tying them.  She grabs her phone and her Beats by Dre headphones before grabbing the arm band she has to secure her phone to her body.  She clicks through her playlists before picking the one that she uses to run to and lets it burst through her pink headphones before she puts her keys to the hotel room in the hidden pocket in her yoga pants before she pulls the door open and walks out of the room.  She heads to the elevator, her head solely focused on the run she was about to take.  She didn’t dare think about Gavin or Leighton.   She didn’t even dare think about the match that she would be competing in in a few short days.   She had to be completely focused on her run so she didn’t get hurt or lost, even.  She steps into the elevator and presses the lobby button.  She watches the doors close before she closes her eyes and leans back against the wall as the elevator moves down to the lobby.  She completely relaxes herself, easing her nerves and making sure her mind was completely empty as the doors open and she stepped out into the still ever busy lobby of the hotel.   She flashed the lady behind the desk a smile before running out of the lobby and off to find a trail to go on.

Funeral.
Algeria
|ON-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iv


She stands in a room all by herself, with the camera man being the only other person in the room.  She tucks her hair behind her ears, the only light in the room being shone on her and that was thanks to the single candlestick she was holding that was lit.  She was wearing a black dress that was tight and short and was strapless.  On her feet were black stiletto heels.  Her blonde hair was pulled back into a stylish, classy bun. She takes a deep breath before giving the camera man a quick, subtle nod to begin filming.  She only waits a millisecond after she sees the redlight to begin.

;;Mikah  â€œBehind me, lay the hopes, wishes, and dreams of Amy Marshall, Jessica Salco, and Mercedes Vargas.  It's been what I'm sure they could say as a great career for them and I hope they find happiness in the great beyond because today, it's time to attend their funeral...”

She blew out the candle, leaving her in complete darkness.  It seems like the darkness lasts for longer than just two minutes but soon the room lights up to show a few rows of pews as if she was in a church. In front of the pews were three coffins lined up respectively.  The middle coffin had a picture of Mercedes Vargas on it, the one to its right had a picture of Jessie Salco on top of it, and then the one to the left had a picture of Amy Marshall sitting on top of it.  Mikah walks to the front of the pews and up to the podium that was set in the middle, directly in front of the coffins.  She clears her throats before looking at the people that were sitting in the pews to attend the funeral.

;;Mikah  â€œHere behind me are the hopes, wishes, and dreams of three of my opponents. Hopes that they would win the match to become the NEW number one contender for the championship lay here, hopes that they would become the next champion, to defeat Raynin.  Wishes that they could just hurry the days up so they could feel the victory, wishes that they knew what it was like to be a winner lay here.  And their dreams of being a success in their career lay here, in those caskets.  Now, for a moment of silence to pay the respects that they deserve.”

Mikah wasn't even quite for a second when she herself burst out in laughter.  The thought of paying three girls that she didn't even care to know respect just made her laugh.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat respect do they deserve?!  They haven't earned any respect from me and they definitely shouldn't have earned your respect.  They are living in a daydream, something they think is all flowers and butterflies and hearts and rainbows.  Things that only exist when the World isn't constantly going up in flames because of one thing or another.  Those three trashy women need to be brought back to reality; they need to realize that this match isn't going to be a walk in the park on a sunny day.  They need to realize that they can't rely on hopes or wishes or dreams because they don't mean jack squat in the real world.  I would like to know if they've been living under a rock because I sure wish that I could believe in fairies and whatever else it is that they dream of.  But no, I believe in reality.  Things that can happen and can come true.  I don't need to drift off into fairytale land to make myself a better life.  I rely on myself.  And come Sunday, girls, I'm going to be the one that captures the victory.
 
And I don't care how I capture that victory either.  I don't care if I wrap my legs around Mercedes' head and pull her trachea against my shin to crush it or if it's Jessie or Amy that I do that too.  Because all three of you are cheap, disposable women that can be traded in for better opponents and better co-workers. Amy and Jessie, you should really just focus on being tag team partners because I'm sure that's all you know how to do.  I'm sure you think you two have the advantage and have this thought that you don't care who wins if it's between the two of you.  Well, newsflash neither one of you stand a chance at winning.  Okay, maybe there's like a .000000001% chance of either of you winning.  

And then there's Mercedes, who is probably just as much an underdog per se like I am.  But before you get all hippy-happy, I do not consider myself an underdog because I am the obvious choice to be the next contender for Raynin's championship.  But Mercedes doesn't even have any friends besides Delia right now, right?  Sorry, I don't keep up on that Mean Girls melodrama shit.  Ain't my cup of tea and I don't like any of you girls.  Mercedes is the girl that will be forgotten about in the match.  Sure, I'm sure she'll be competitive in the match but afterwards, her hopes and dreams are going to come right back here to those caskets.  And this eulogy is going to have to be replayed again and again, so that people realize that I was right.  That I was the one who came out victorious in the end.  But I don't think any of you believe that I'm going to be the winner.

She points at an older woman that had attended the “funeral” before scowling at the woman.

;;Mikah  â€œI bet you are thinking that I'm dead wrong and that this is going to be all wrong.  Well, I'm sorry old hag, this isn't Hollywood; I'm not going to sugar coat the truth for you.  I'm going to win, I'm not about to let you or any of these other old hags here try to sob and mourn for the careers of Jessie Salco, Amy Marshall, or Mercedes Vargas.  They can find jobs again...as strippers or maybe even a prostitute.  I mean, if guys are into them.”

She shrugs her shoulder before reaching back and pulling out the few bobby pins that were holding her bun in place before shaking her hair out.  She then unzips the dress and steps out of it to reveal her bra like top ring gear with the matching cheeky boyshort like bottoms with the stylish hole on the right hip.  She slips her stilettos off before bending down behind the podium and pulls on her fishnet stockings, garters, and kneepads before pulling her wrestling boots on and lacing them up.  She steps out from the podium, letting them get a good look at her, some of them gasping and clutching their hearts at the sight of a woman in barely any clothing.

;;Mikah  â€œTHIS is what a winner looks like, hags.  I'm sure you don't know anything about winning, do you?  I'm sure everything you've done in your lives is unworthy of any praise and you're sitting there wishing that you could change some things.  And guess what?  In probably ten years, that's exactly where Mercedes, Jessie, and Amy are going to find themselves; sobbing to themselves, wishing that they could change the past and try harder to be a better competitor.  But they're not me and they're nothing special.  Because we already have a plethora of comic book nerds around and we have what?  Three other girls that were Mean Girls around.  So see, all three of them are replaceable.  So, I don't want them to sit too comfy on their pedastol because I'm about to kick it out from underneath them.”

She reaches behind her to fix the bottoms of her wrestling bottoms before stepping down the few steps that led to the beginning of the aisle.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, this was a lovely funeral, don't you think?  I'd love to stay and...talk some more at you hags but I really have more important things to do.  Like get ready to kick three replaceable women's asses.  Hope you're ready, girls.”

She winks at the camera as she walks down the aisle a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

She finishes walking down the aisle between the pews before nodding discreetly and the camera man stops filming.  She relaxes a bit before looking around her.  The place was a bit creepy and she was thankful that she was done with it.  She shakes it off before leaving the area, ready to go to the gym to work out a bit.  She wouldn't admit it, but she kind of liked being by herself; nobody to tell her to stop running or stop going to the gym.  She was going to soak it up for awhile.</div>

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Out of Boredom
« on: April 17, 2015, 06:34:20 PM »
 
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<div style="width: 595px; margin: auto;">Boredom really kills.
New York City, NY
|OFF-CAMERA| 3 WEEKS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i


Mikah sighs as she plops down next to one Gavin Stephens on the couch in their New York City home.  He glances at her from the corner of his eye, his attention still mainly on the video game that he was playing that Mikah really didn't know anything about—or care to know anything about either.  She sighs again, making the noise much more louder than before and slightly more dramatic.  Again, Gavin just glances at her from the corner of his eye, choosing to stay quiet.  That definitely didn't help matters any as Mikah glowers at him from her spot on the couch.  He continues to play whichever video game he was into for the week as Mikah crosses her arms over her chest, barely even watching the screen.  She couldn't keep up with his games; he was like a manwhore but with video games; a different flavor every week.

She glances at her nails and tilts her head to the side, examining them before looking at Gavin again.  She could tell he was really into the game, barely even recognizing that she was there.  Normally, she didn't mind that he played video games because it gave her an excuse to go out and run for another time.  But she'd already gone on three runs for the day and didn't think she wanted to try to sneak out of the house for a fourth.  She reaches up and carefully tucks her hair behind her ear, watching him for a moment then watching the screen.  She wasn't stupid and if anybody implied that she was, she wouldn't let them know any different as she liked to use that against them.  She loved when people just believed that she was just some ditzy blonde without a clue and she was really good at acting like she was until she proved them wrong.  She knew a little about video games or from what she saw when sat with Gavin as he played them and she read or she painted Leighton's toes.


;;Mikah  â€œYou're boring.”


Gavin looks at her but only halfway, not really wanting to take his attention away from the game.  She gives him a look as she seriously contemplates on turning the game off, even though it would probably cause some sort of argument between them.  She lets out a breath of air between her lips as she pulls her knees up to her chest, her feet on the couch cushions.  She watches as her Alaskan Klee Kai puppy, Dexter runs into the room and she smiles at him before lifting him and putting him on her lap.  She pets him and cuddles him a bit before telling him to go get his leash.  She glances at Gavin before getting up and walking over to the stand that held Gavin's gaming systems, the surround sound bar thing, and whatever else they needed on there and turned the power off on his gaming system.

::Gavin  â€œWhat the fuck!”

Mikah just smiles sweetly at him before bending down to grab Dexter's neon green leash from him and hook it to his neon orange collar.  Gavin glares at her as he turns the system back on, probably to try to do some damage control.  He was too frustrated with her to even ask why she was taking Dexter on another run.  She was even contemplating on returning to SCW to cure herself of this boredom.  But she was going to run first and see where that put her on the boredom spectrum.


It's the Easy Life
New York City, NY
|OFF-CAMERA| 2 WEEKS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii


Mikah looks at her daughter as the nail technician finished up the nine year old's pedicure.  Her toes were already done in a turquoise color with an anchor on them for a design.  She smiles at her young daughter, looking over the young girl's features and noting how much the young girl looked just like her.  She smiles at her daughter as Leighton sits still, now letting the polish dry.  Mikah then takes this time to go up and pay for both pedicures.  

After she paid for both of them, Leighton walked over to her ready to go.  Mikah smiles down at her young daughter as they walk out of the nail salon and spa and onto the busy streets of New York City.  She took the nine year old's hand, not wanting to lose her in the busy of the streets.  They hurried along the sidewalk, weaving in and out of people before Mikah found Leighton's favorite little ice cream parlor.  She smiles at Leighton as they step inside and Mikah fixes the skirt of her dress.  They each got their usual: Leighton getting her favorite, Snap, Mallow, Pop and Mikah chose strawberries and cream.  They pick out a spot and sit down, Leighton grabbing her spoon and instantly digging in.  But Mikah however sits there, staring at the small dish of ice cream, calculating in her head how many runs she's going to have to go on to burn it off.


;:Leighton  â€œEat, mommy.”

Mikah glances across the table at her daughter and offers the girl a smile.  It was hard to hide her issues from the young girl but she tried her best.  She grabs her spoon and takes a spoonful of the ice cream and takes a bite of it, letting it melt in her mouth a bit before swallowing it.

;;Mikah  â€œLeigh, how would you feel if mommy chose to go back to work?”

Leighton shrugs her shoulders as she ate her ice cream, content in doing just that for the moment.  Before she looks up at her mother again.

;:Leighton  â€œDo you want to go back to work?”

Mikah looks over her daughter's face, wondering how she was so mature at only nine years old.  She didn't like it that much but it's what happened when you were gone more than you were home.  It tugged at Mikah's heart a bit, thinking about just how much of her daughter's life she had missed.  But what other choice did she have?  Leighton had to go to school and Mikah had to work.  Okay, well financially she didn't have to work but life would become boring and dull if she just sat at home and going on run after run and watching Gavin play those hideous video games.  So, she needed wrestling in her life.

;;Mikah  â€œI've been thinking about it.  I don't want to upset you, though.  You are my daughter and I love you so much, Leighton.  I know you like it when I'm home and I know you like playing video games with Gavin.  And if you want me to stay, I understand.”

Leighton smiles at her mother, happy to hear her mother say she loves her again.  Mikah had never been short on saying it but she had always felt like a bad mother if she chose to wrestle but then felt smothered when she stayed home with her daughter.  It was never a good situation for her.

;:Leighton  â€œI won't be upset if you go back to work, that's what you love to do.”

So matter of fact about it, which made Mikah curious if Leighton knew exactly what she wanted to do when she got older.

;;Mikah  â€œLeighton, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Leighton takes another spoonful of ice cream as she looks at her mother.  Mikah takes another bite of her ice cream, her eyes focused on her daughter.

;:Leighton  â€œI wanna be a neurosurgeon.”

The answer shocked Mikah.  Her little girl was already sure about the career field she wanted to go into and not just that, she had the exact field she wanted to be in.  There was no hesitation in her voice, no faltering either, she was that determined.  She felt that it was a trait that Leighton had required from her because even with her shitty ass parents, Mikah made something of herself.  Leighton had it relatively easy though, in retrospect.  Mikah made sure she was offered every opportunity that was given to her.  It was never talked about or mentioned, but Mikah put Leighton into dance when she was four years old and when they made New York City their official home town, Mikah found Leighton the best dance class in the city and enrolled her into it.  It was apart of the nanny's job to get her there but recently, Mikah's been taking her.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're such a beautiful, and smart little girl.  I'm proud to be your mother, Leighton.  Don't let anybody tell you different.”

Leighton beams at her mother as Mikah takes another spoonful of her ice cream, her mind wandering back to a time in her life that she wouldn't relive for nothing.

FLASHBACK TO WHEN MIKAH WAS SIX YEARS OLD

Mikah and her twin sister sat at the table, each coloring the same picture of a dog and a cat, something they'd  found in their identical coloring books.  Mikayla was chatting about nothing, just talking to make noise as she colored or to be more specific, scribbled all over her page.  Mikah looked at her sister's jumbled colors of purple, pink, yellow, green, and blues before looking at her own picture.  Her puppy was coloring black with brown spots and her cat was colored yellow with orange stripes.  She had stayed in the lines, nothing out of place.  She smiles to herself before showing their mother.

;;Mikah  â€œLook, mommy!”

Their mother looks at Mikah's picture and turns her nose up at it before looking at Mikayla's coloring page before beaming at the dark haired twin.

##Mikah's mother  â€œOh, Mikki!  That is a
perfect picture that you've colored!  So much better than your sister's!  I'm going to put it on the fridge so your daddy can see.”

Mikah's smile disappeared, watching as her mother showed her sister that much more affection as she taped the drawing to the fridge.  Mikah looked down at her picture before sighing and ripping it up and then putting it in the trash can.

END OF FLASHBACK


Mikah smiles at her daughter, pulling herself out of her flashback as she takes one last spoonful of her ice cream and eats it before getting up and putting the dish in its proper place.  She watched as Leighton did the same thing before she took her daughter's hand and left the little ice cream parlor to head back home, ready to annoy Gavin a little more.

It's the Easy Life
Malaga, Spain
|ON-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii


Mikah was sporting her neon turquoise bikini, the top was strapless and in a bandeau fashion while the bottoms were a low rise bikini style.  She was planted on her leopard print beach towel, her skin looking oiled up from just having put tanning oil on her body.  She grabs her bottle of water and finishes it off before tipped her sun hat back down over her sunglasses covered eyes.  She glances up at the camera crew, who were waiting for her to say something about her match or at least something  worth while.

;;Mikah  â€œI just love the beach, don't you?”

She leans back just a little bit, relaxing underneath the hot spring sun's rays.  She was comfortable with being just on the beach.

;;Mikah  â€œI could stay out here all day....but that wouldn't help you guys, now would it? You'd just be stuck here until I chose to say something productive.”

She smirks at them, thinking about doing just that.  But she didn't want to be that mean, did she?  Probably.  She probably did want to be that mean, that's who she was and especially to fat, balding camera men that looked at her with drool slipping down their face.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm happy to be back; I was going a bit stir crazy at my house.  Trust me, I absolutely love New York City but staring at the same walls everyday isn't much fun.  Granted, it's better than any place this shit hole of a city offers.  Except this beach; I love this beach.  It reminds me that there are some good things about everything and probably everybody.  Except my opponent.  There's absolutely nothing good about her.  She looks like some trailer trash that was picked up off the side of the road and was offered a job because somebody felt sorry for her.”

Mikah turns her nose up a bit, staying silent for a moment or two.  In reality, she didn't even know who Traci Patterson was.  She couldn't even remember if the girl was employed her before she took a small absence from the company.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, seriously, Traci.  Who are you!?  Were you around before I took a small break?  Or was I gone for so long that they just gave anybody a job?  Well, I suppose that's true. Because the bombshell division has gone downhill.  Thank God I came back when I did; otherwise that has been that retired might be feeling the need to return and soon.  Can't have that, now can we?”

She shakes her head no, agreeing with what she was saying.  She hoped nobody took it personally because she didn't really like anybody that had a vagina, it was just how she was.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe you're thinking the same thing as I am, I really don't know.  Because where are you?  I haven't heard anything from you in a while.  Did you learn a disappearing trick that you know how to just poof disappear and then reappear whenever you want?  Cause, I wish I could do that sometimes. Mainly when I have to face trollops and hoes like you.  Oh but how can I call you a hoe when I don't even know who you are, you ask?!”

She acts like she is thinking for a moment before rolling her eyes a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause.  You're like every other bombshell that thinks she's worth something. But then again, I even think the Mean Girls are hoes and I really don't know them either.  I do know that I probably like them more than I like you, Traci.  At least they're around and people know them or about them.  I know absolutely nothing about you.  I don't know if you even know how to wrestle or if you just decided to wake up one day and say, hmm, I think I'm going to become a bombshell.  I've tried to look up information on you and there's just...nothing!  You must not be of any importance to the company because you're not mentioned anywhere.  Boring.  That also means that you have nothing that screams look at me or pay attention to me stamped anywhere on your body or in your brain.  Maybe you should become a little more noticeable and people would know you.”

The blonde bombshell shrugs her shoulders as she looks at the camera, even though it was a little hard to tell where she was looking due to the sunglasses covering her face.

;;Mikah  â€œWhatever.  I don't care about you Traci, all I care about is winning.  And really, I'm just here to wrestle to cure some boredom.  And you'll be a fun little exercise on that, trust me.  I can't wait to wrap my legs around your throat and pull your throat down against my shin, giving you no other option but to tap out.  Don't worry about it, because it's going to happen.  It's going to be the one thing I am going to set myself out to do come Sunday night.  That, and crush your little trachea.  Oh but wait, I'm sure you'll mention ring rust and how I've probably gained some weight but I can assure you there has been no weight gain anywhere on this body.”

Mikah stands up, showing her body off.  Her body was definitely more on the skinny side but it was toned in all the right places.  She ran at least three times a day, sometimes four if she felt the need to.  And sometimes she did her zumba work out DVDs to keep herself in even better shape.  She places her hands on her hips as she lets the camera man get a get view of her body.

;;Mikah  â€œCome Sunday, Traci, you will be the one that is the loser and I will be the one that is going to be announced as the winner.  So I hope you don't have your hopes set high because your hopes should always be set a little below average if anything.  So, Traci.  I can't wait to crush your trachea!  See you soon.”

Mikah winks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

She sits back down and makes a shooing motion with her hand, telling the camera man to go away so she could have some peace and quiet and finish tanning.  She was curious what her husband was doing as she lays back to lay in the sun, enjoying the warm weather and escaping from New York's roller coaster weather.</div>

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Climax Control Archives / ∞A Harsh Reality
« on: January 30, 2015, 12:20:54 AM »
 
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Belfast, Northern Ireland
|ON-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i


The scene opens up to see Mikah sitting behind a table in a small room, that was slightly chilly that made the hair on her arms stand up.  Two detectives stood on the other side of the room, looking in at her through the two-way mirror.  They watched as she checked her nails, making sure that there wasn't any dirt underneath them.  She looks up, her eyes catching one of the detectives, although there was no way that she could know that they were there, right?  But the smirk that she gives him makes it seem that she knows exactly where he was standing and that he was studying her intently.  She just tilts her head to the side, allowing a slightly crazy look to be plastered on her face.  It was easy for her, after all she had a pretty good track record of being slightly crazy at times.

∞Detective 1 “Shouldn't we go in there?  She's taunting us with those eyes of hers.”


The other detective just laughs at him, clearly more experienced in this field of work.  The other detective didn't seem to know why he was laughing but he chuckled, more nervously as his partner laughed.  Mikah on the other hand seemed completely calm as she sat in the small room, it chilled a bit to make her uncomfortable.  She picks at a string on her jeans before looking back through the two-way mirror, making sure it looked as if she was staring at them directly.

∞Detective 2  “You do know that's what she wants, don't you Detective Hansen?  She wants us to go in there and question her, ask her about all those bodies that are linked to her.  It's what she's craving right now, to be in complete control.  We'll make her wait.”

Detective Hansen nodded his head, understanding where his partner was coming from now. He understood that she was just sitting there, waiting patiently for them to waltz right in and pester her with questions.  But what they didn't know, was that she could sit there for hours and not falter her expression, it was as talent she had.

SIX HOURS EARLIER

Detective Hansen and his partner, Detective Holden stood around the crime scene, looking down at the dead body, which was angled in a weird way and there was blood splattered all over the pavement.  The victim looked as if its neck was broken and as if she had jumped off of a building or a balcony or something.  It was unsure but the detectives didn't look very pleased with the situation.  Could this be the start of a killing spree?  Was Birmingham in trouble?  They weren't sure.

∞Detective Hansen  “Do you think it could be a suicide?”

Detective Holden shook his head no; the body was too staged for it to be a suicide, he knew that much.  He knew that it'd be a stretch to say it was suicide and he could only hope things didn't get worse. He bends down, using his gloved hand to grab an I.D off of the body that was sticking out of the back pocket of the victim's jeans.

∞Detective Holden  “Her name is Roxi Johnson.  Her I.D says shes from Tampa, Florida. She must be vacationing here for a bit.  An odd time to come, it's freezing this time of year.”

The breeze picked up a bit, the chilly winter air causing the detectives to shiver just a little bit. The mystery was a little confusing.  But they were pulled out of their thoughts as their scanner went off, saying that another body had been found.  They looked at each other, shocked at how fast the second body had shown up.

PRESENT TIME

The detectives were still there, behind the 2 way mirror staring into the room as Mikah sat behind the table, calm and collected as they left her alone.  She'd been in their custody for at least an hour, if not more.  She didn't seem to panic or worry about what they could possibly be saying about her behind closed doors, she didn't care.  She didn't care that she'd been caught or that she'd gotten away with such evil doings. It was something that had to be done, something she needed to do.  But she knew that they didn't have any real proof that she'd done any of it.  Just that their names were associated with hers because they were in a match at Inception.  But she was a little curious to wonder if they had anybody else in mind for the murders.  It was only curious thinking though, nothing that she couldn't handle.

She looked up again, after looking down at the table and she tilted her head to the side as she looked into the two way mirror, trying to see if she could see through it.  She wasn't stupid, she knew those two idiots were standing on the other side, judging her and watching her with curiosity.  But she didn't mind that either, they could stand there and stare at her all they wanted, it didn't bother her.  She runs her fingers through her hair, tousling it a bit.  Detective Hansen on the other side became a bit agitated with her cold demeanor, one that said she could really care less that she was in police custody.


∞Detective Hansen  “I can't take it anymore, I'm going in there.  You can stay out here and stare at her all you want but I'm going in there to ask her questions.”

Detecive Hansen walked away from his older partner and pushed the door open and stepped into the room with Mikah.  She looks up, her eyes flickering over him for a moment before chuckling.  It was things like that that made the detectives uneasy around her; her ability to laugh at them even though she was the one that was in trouble.

;;Mikah  “I wondered which baboon they were going to send in here and I guessed right.  They sent you in here, somebody that obviously doesn't have a clue what they're doing.  Are you even going to ask me a question?”

Detective Hansen just looked at her before he sat down across from her and carefully took the photographs out of the file and laid them out, six of them to be exact.

∞Detective Hansen  “Do you recognize these women?”

Mikah's eyes flickered down to the table, letting her eyes look over the pictures.  It was evident that the gruesome details of the murders didn't seem to bother Mikah, no emotion passed through her eyes as she looked over the pictures.  She let her eyes look over every little cut, knick, and scratch on the girls' bodies before she just shrugged her slender shoulders, looking up at Detective Hansen.

;;Mikah  “I may work with them but that doesn't mean that I know them.  And even if I did know them, why would you be asking me about them?”

Detective looked at the blonde beauty, not realizing that his mouth was agape as he stared at her.  She just gave him a look.

;;Mikah  “Well, speak idiot.”

The detective wasn't sure what to say about her being so brash with him but it wasn't the first time he'd seen it with a suspect but they had never been as pretty as she was.  And he expected her to be all prim and proper with some sort of charm about her.  But he was wrong.  She was confident and cold but there was still some mysterious charm about her and he was trying his best to not come enthralled with her.

∞Detective Hansen  “Well, because they're all dead and we did some looking around, and found out that you were booked in some internet championship match against them and Desiree Drake.  So how is it that you and Desiree are the only ones left alive in that match?  Answer that, Mrs. Stephens.”

He watched as a steely look passed through her eyes as she sat across from him, the table in between them.  She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, a glint passing through her eyes.  If only he knew the truth, it'd make it easier.  But she wasn't one to kiss and tell, so to speak.

FIVE HOURS EARLIER

Detectives Hansen and Holden looked down at the bloody murder scene, this time it was obvious that it was a murder.  The girl's face was bashed in with what appeared to be a mirror in some hotel room.  On another mirror, the words, “BLONDE BIMBO” were written in bright red lipstick but just like the last crime scene, no fingerprints were found.

∞Detective Holden  “Mimi Winters.  The cop that was first on the case told me her name.  No leads as of yet and this one seems a little more personal than the last attack.”

Detective Holden watched Detective Hansen squat down, looking at the young girls poor, tortured face before he shook his head.  He didn't understand the nature of the crime and he didn't even want to think that this crime was connected to the previous one he was just at.

∞Detective Hansen  “I don't get it.  This murder is just too...brutal for the attacker to not have known them personally.  Look at her face, it's ruined beyond repair.”

Detective Holden just shook his head.  He knew that nobody could ever fathom why some people murdered other people.  Some people just didn't have empathy or feelings and both detectives knew that the individual that had done this was one sick individual.

PRESENT TIME

Detective Hansen was still sitting in the interrogation room with Mikah but he didn't appear to be getting anywhere with her.  She just kept answering his questions with vague answers that never really gave him an answer at all; it was another thing she had a knack for.  She smirks at him as she looks at her perfectly manicured nails before looking back at him, to see that he was staring at her intently, his brow furrowed a bit as she just brushed off everything he had just told her.  She flinched as he slammed his hand on the table, clearly not wanting to put up with any more of her bullshit.

∞Detective Hansen  “I'm done with your bullshit answers, Mrs. Stephens.  There are six girls dead and all of your past opponents but one are dead.  Tell me how you explain that.”

Mikah just looks at him before smirking at him.  If only she was that type of person; the type that spilled all your inner secrets, she'd tell him whatever he wanted to hear.  But she wasn't that person and she wasn't about to tell him everything that was on her mind; that'd be absurd.  And her opponents may not think she's smart, but she had a brain in her head and she knew how to use it but she often opted to let her opponents think that she was dim-witted, she used it to her advantage.

;;Mikah  “I suppose you find me stupid, don't you Detective?  I mean, you are trying to make it seem as if I was the one who had murdered those awful, horrid women.  When you, yourself said that Desiree Drake was still alive.  Don't you find that peculiar?  Maybe I'm the next one to die; maybe you've done me a favor by bringing me into custody where I can't be brutally murdered.  Did you ever think of that, you insolent moron?”

Detective Hansen just looked at her before running his fingers through his hair.  He didn't know what to do or what to think about what she was being questioned about.  Did she really commit all of those murders?  They weren't even going to talk about the others in the outdated match because the next match she had coming up was a tag team match with her mystery partner against Andrew Watts and Misty.  He already knew that Misty was dead and he knew that she knew that they already found the body.  It was exactly as she had planned it.  But were they going to find Andrew Watts' body?

TWO HOURS EARLIER

Both Detectives stand above the girl with dark hair that was laying face down in a pool of her own blood.  There wouldn't be much to tell about the girl until they turned her over.  But were they sure they wanted to?  They had already found six other bodies before this one and they were rapidly growing more and more worried about the body count that was rising at a much more faster pace than they could obviously handle.  If this got out, they wouldn't be able to control the media because they would have no other choice but to alert the media to warn the people that were around the area.

∞Detective Hansen  “Do we even want to look?!”

Detective Holden looked at his partner and sighed.  He knew what his partner was getting at because he'd been thinking the exact same thing.  It was going to be by the same person, somebody that had a vendetta against all of these girls.  But what exactly was the vendetta?!  They hadn't pieced it together yet.

∞Detective Holden  “We don't have a choice; we have to see what the cause of death was.”

He nodded at the coroner and he turned the body over, revealing the face of Misty.  Or a Misty lookalike, anyways. The coroner began to explain that she had died from loss of oxygen to the brain.

∞Detective Holden  “She was strangled?  But the large amount of blood doesn't make sense.”

The coroner just shrugged his shoulders, unable to explain it either.  Detective Hansen growled in frustration before moving away from the body.  How much more of this were they able to take?!

PRESENT TIME

Detective Holden walked into the interrogation room, his eyes looking directly at Mikah as she sat there, an uninterested look on her pretty face as she looked at her nails.  She didn't even look up at him, not caring that he had walked into the room.  It was something she was good at; not giving somebody the attention that they obviously wanted so badly.  She jumped, however, when he hit the table hard with his fist.

∞Detective Holden  “SEVEN girls were murdered last night and early this morning, Mrs. Stephens and you refuse to tell us your alibi.  And you only admit to working with them but not really knowing them.  How do you think that your little testimony or whatever this bullshit you're doing is going to hold up in court?!  You say you have an alibi?!  Well you better damn well give it to us because I am done playing your ring-a-round the rosie games.  This is serious.  And you're treating it like it's a joke.  Is this a joke to you!?”

He was shouting at her and she just looked at him with absolutely no emotion in her eyes. She didn't care that he was accusing her of murder.  She didn't care that he was raising his voice.  She just simply didn't care.  How was she supposed to care when none of those girls even mattered anything to her?  In her eyes they were worse than the scum on the bottom of her shoes.  But obviously nobody else seemed to think so.

;;Mikah  “You don't get it do you!?  They are jokes.  Every single one of those, ugly, silly girls are big fat jokes.  Everything about them and their lives is a joke and that's what they need to be remembered by, as jokes.  And you should shut your fat mouth before I rake your ugly eyes out with my nails because you are not allowed to talk to me like that.  You are just a stupid, fat detective with no life trying to make money to raise a stupid child and support a lazy, gold-digging whore of a wife.  Now, if you want to know my alibi, maybe you should try asking a little nicer.  And none of that fake bullshit nice either because I will know the difference.  Go on, piggy.  Ask nicely.  Oink, oink.”

Mikah gave him a wave of her hand as if to tell him to go on and speak.  She felt very much in control and that was exactly how she liked it.

∞Detective Holden  “Will you please tell us your alibi, Mrs. Stephens.  So we can let you go and find the real killer.”

She was slightly impressed because he had somehow managed to make it seem like he was sincere about it.  That she applauded him silently in her mind.  She flicked her long blonde locks over her shoulder as she looked at Detective Holden.  She knew that he didn't appreciate her talking about his wife and child like that but why would she care?  That's right, she didn't.

;;Mikah  “You see, Detectives, I was in New York City, New York until this morning so there is absolutely no way in hell that I could have killed those silly, idiotic girls.  Which is a shame because I really wish that I could be held accountable for them because heaven knows they deserved everything they got. But if you check the flights going out of New York City, you will find footage of me in boarding the plane.  So, go check so I can be on my merry way.  Now, piggies.  Oink, oink.”

She shoo'ed them again with her hand as she leaned back in the chair.  She looked at her nails before watching out of the corner of her eye as they disappeared out of the interrogation room to go check on her alibi.  She was curious about what her lovely husband was doing.  She'd been locked in this room for about an hour and a half now and was rather bored of sitting here.  Of course, there wasn't much else she could do about it as they refused to let her go until she gave them an alibi.  She could've just given it up but she enjoyed seeing those girls like that because that was how she viewed them; dead.  They were all dead to her or it was like they were anyways.  She didn't care about them or their lives so why should she care that they were dead?

Her attention was pulled away from her thoughts as Detective Hansen walked in with a slightly confused look on his face.  He looked at her then looked at Detective Holden who had just followed him into the room.  Now while Detective Hansen looked confused, Detective Holden looked downright pissed off.


∞Detective Holden  “How in the hell did you do it?  How did you get those fake corpses to seem so real and actually life like.  I want to know how and I want to know now, damn it.”

She smirked, her eyes twinkling as she looked at him before standing up and fixing her shirt.

;;Mikah  “You have no idea who you are messing with, Detectives.  I have enough money and then some to pull whatever I want off.  And I wanted to see how long it would take you morons to put it together.  Also, I wanted to show you and everybody else what I thought about my previous opponents and my next opponent.  I think of them as dead, worthless human beings that don't even deserve to have life when they are around me.  Does that help you at all?  Do you understand now?  Because I'm tired of having to say it over and over again.  They are nothing to me.  And they are jokes.  Plus, if it'd have been real, I'd have done Misty a real favor anyways, seeing as she can't remember shit and basically has jello for brain.  What a fucking moron.  But I suppose you two would fit right in with her and be exactly like the type of man she would date, wouldn't you?  I mean, if you're into that.

She's worthless, you should have wished that that really was her that had been murdered.  Because a world without her would definitely be a much better place.  And definitely a more beautiful face.  I feel like I need to shower to wash away her ugliness away from me after I see her around backstage at all of the SCW events.  How pathetic is that?  That her ugliness affects me that badly?!  If anything, she should be the one locked up for contaminating the air around me.  Because, ew, ga-ross.  But thanks for having me, it was a blast.  I hope to see you at the show.”

Mikah blew them a kiss before walking out of the interrogation room and soon left the precinct, ready to go to her hotel to find her husband.

END SCENE

Let's Get Down to Business
Belfast, Northern Ireland
|ON-CAMERA| 1 DAY UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii


She didn't have time to complicate things and she didn't want to.  Why?  Because she'd simply be wasting her time.  She knew that Misty would only talk about the match for 5 to 10 minutes so why should she be wasting her time in talking about the match?  Is it important?  Yes but apparently her opponent didn't think so.  Well, she should be talking about both opponents, shouldn't she?  She wasn't sure what protocol was when it came to these mixed tag matches.  And she almost regretted signing up for this silly tournament but she was bored at home and this seemed like it was better than nothing.

The scene opens up to an empty room with just Mikah sitting in the middle on a stool and a microphone hooked onto her shirt.  She thought holding a microphone looked fucking ridiculous so she made them hook up a mic to her shirt.  She was sporting one of Gavin's shirts that she'd modified to cover the top of her wrestling attire and show the bottoms and her abs off.  She nodded at the camera before smirking as it began to record.


;;Mikah  “Who am I?!  Where am I?!  Who's my partner?!  Do I even know how to wrestle?!  Oh em gee!  Shut the fuck up, Misty.  You can act like you have amnesia but I know the truth; you're just a stupid bitch looking for some attention.  Trust me on this, I've seen all sorts of things go on that scream some dumb cunt is looking for attention and you just scream that sort of girl.  And how would I know this?  I don't even know you that well.  But I know you well enough to know that I don't fucking like you one bit.  Ohit, maybe I should be done talking now because that's all you seem to talk about the match.  Two whole minutes, right?!”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the camera as she crosses one leg over the other, just looking around the sort of dimly lit room.

;;Mikah  “No special effects this time, Misty.  Because you don't deserve it. Unfortunately, this isn't just a match between you and I.  We both have tag team partners.  Your tag team partner is one Andrew Watts who is in the same stable that I am in also known as the Rejects.  And just who is my partner?!”

Mikah taps her finger to her lips a few times before shrugging her shoulders.

;;Mikah  “That's right!  I don't fucking know who my partner is.  It's a mystery. Patient 026 or something like that is what they're calling him.  I even went to a mental institute to see if my partner was locked in there or something because that was the absolutely only place I could think of that he might be.  I mean really, what is the point in entering a tournament if you don't even dare show your name!? How fucking fair is that?!  You and Andrew could have had a LOT of time to prepare for the match together both physically and mentally.  Oh and Watts, if you put your pole in her, I will cut you because that is disgusting. Now back to the topic at hand—my tag team mystery partner.  If we lose, this will be all your fucking fault for not even attempting to try to work together some sort of strategy going into this match. So if we lose, fuck you.  And if we win, good job.  I guess we'll have the surprise on our side.  Now back to Misty...”

Mikah clears her throat audibly before sitting straighter on the stool as she looked at the camera.

;;Mikah  “You said on twitter a couple days ago and I quote, 'But...I don't even know who my partner is.  Andrew Watts...never heard of him.  How do I even know I can trust him?'  Really!?  Are you that fucking stupid!?  I don't believe your amnesia act so you better shape the fuck up before I accidentally forget to remove my leg from your throat after I apply my Cupid's chokehold to you.  To think that you actually have the audacity to say that you don't know your own tag team partner when I am the one who doesn't have a fucking blue's clue as to who I'm teamed up with.  I could be teamed up with somebody that just thinks this career is a joke and is looking to make fun of it.  At least your partner has been around for awhile and knows how to hold himself in a ring.  So go suck O'Malley's cock and shut the fuck up about your so-called amnesia before I make you shut up permanently about it.  Or I'll start calling you Dory the fucking Fish.”

She takes in a deep breath, trying to calm her anger back down.  She found Misty irritating on so many levels it wasn't funny.

;;Mikah  “Also, Misty.  I don't get your fascination with my husband, I really don't.  Are you that jealous that you can't catch somebody that is as good looking as Gavin.  I get it, he's fucking drop dead gorgeous and you probably want to fuck him because I want to fuck him.  All.  The.  Time.  I rarely want to wrestle because I'd rather be doing that but that's besides the point.  You can't have him so you should quit trying to act like he's the worst person on the planet and quit acting like you hate him because let's face it honey, you're not in kindergarten anymore and acting like a boy has cooties just because you like him doesn't cut it in adulthood.  And yes, I know that's what you're doing.  It's not something new in the world of girls. Every girl used to act like they hated that one boy that they secretly loved and wished they could tell it to the boy's face.  Well here's a little fun-fact: Gavin really does hate you and your ugly, pig-face.  And so do I.”

Mikah fixes her blonde locks, pushing them back behind her ears.  Misty somehow managed to get her blood boiling.  Or maybe she really didn't like how Misty tried so hard to act like she hated Gavin.

;;Mikah  “Oh and before I continue with the match stuff, thanks for blocking me on Twitter.  I really enjoy it because that means I've gotten into your skin.  So thanks.”

She smirks again at the camera before tugging at her modified shirt before leaning back just a little bit.  She blew out a breath of air before looking around, letting the silence lingering around her.

;;Mikah  “You know Misty, once upon a time I had thought you might have been alright, since you know you hated Smalls as well.  But then I had time to think about it.  Almost everybody hates Smalls so that wasn't a thing that mattered anymore.  But then you thought that the win your team got over my team made you something special and it just didn't sit well with me.  Because I know I'm a better wrestler than you are.  You were just riding on the coattails of one Melody Grace.  She carried your dumb ass to victory that night. So what do I expect this go around?  I know you will once again be expecting Andrew Watts to lead you to victory no doubt.  And that's fine, go ahead and do that.  But know this, I will do anything in my power to apply my Cupid's chokehold around your skinny neck to make you tap out like the cunt that you are.  And I'd apologize for using such harsh words, but you know, I'm not that sort of girl.  And if you can't handle it, maybe you better go find a job as a preschool teacher.”

Mikah stood up and kicked the stool over before adjust her wrestling bottoms, picking at them a bit before she looked at the camera, directly.

;;Mikah  “This time there won't be Melody or Roxi there to help you achieve the win; just Andrew Watts.  And I know, he's good because why would I be in the same stable as he was if he wasn't? But don't just expect him to be all happy that you're his partner because I assure you that he'd much rather it be that I was his partner and not such a disappointment like you.  So go ahead and continue to play Finding Nemo with your Amnesia and I'm going to go for a run and prepare for our match the correct way.  The only way that will be getting me the victory.  Well, me and my mystery partner that is.  Whoever he may be.”

She doesn't bother trying to hide the fact that she was rolling her eyes.  Because she didn't like that she was the one with a mystery partner and she wasn't going to be quiet about it, either.  But she couldn't change it so that was that.

;;Mikah  “So until Sunday....”

Mikah leaned forward just a bit, giving the camera just a glimpse of her cleavage before blowing the camera a kiss in a mocking fashion.

;;Mikah  “Ciao.”

She tore the microphone off of her shirt and the little sound box before throwing it to the ground before walking away from the scene.  Did she care that she might have broken it?  No, not at all.  She was going to go put on her tennis shoes and go for a run.  That always managed to clear her head.

END SCENE</div>

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Character Building Roleplays / ∞Planning for the Holidays∞
« on: December 14, 2014, 11:53:25 PM »
 
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    Mikah tucks her long blonde locks behind her ears as she sat at the island in her kitchen on the tall barstools.  She was sipping on some hot tea as she flipped through some house magazines, trying to pinpoint every single detail in the new house.  They'd only been home a few short hours; having left California after they were done partying with Desiree and Devyn.  She'd already also gone on her first run of the day after popping some aspirin and drinking two bottles of water to rehydrate her body.  She sighed softly to herself before closing the magazine then dumping the basically full cup of tea down the drain before she slid off of the chair and then headed into the living room.

    She raises an eyebrow as she sees her husband,Gavin laying on the couch, napping.  It would have been a perfect time to go on another run, one he couldn't bitch about her going on because he was asleep.  She smirks softly to herself before turning and walking out of the room, quietly.  She had changed into fresh running gear after her shower from her first run so she didn't have to waste time in changing this time.  She slips her shoes on before grabbing her phone and her turquoise Beats by Dre and slips them on her ears before grabbing the arm wrap that her phone fits into after programming it to play her music.

    She slips out of the house quietly and jogs down the steps before looking around her basically deserted neighborhood before she hurried off into a run, going her usual route that usually took her an hour and half to complete.  She paced herself easily but kept up a steady pace, not slacking in her running.  She listened to the music as she run, focused on what she was doing instead of being off in la-la land.  She had been thinking of what else to get Leighton for Christmas.  She'd already gotten her an iPad Air 2 or whatever the newest one out was as well as the accessories to go with it.  She'd gotten her some toys she'd wanted and new bedding.  But what else could she get her?  She sighs a little bit as she continues to run.

    Roughly two hours later, Mikah walks back into the house and quietly closes the door behind her and stopping when she hears Leighton and Gavin talking.  She bites down onto her bottom lip, curious to see where the conversation was going with the 9 year old and her husband.  Seeing as the two really haven't had much of a relationship yet.


    <3Leighton  â€œWhy do you have so many tattoos?”


    Mikah smiled and wanted to peek around the corner to see Gavin's expression but she knew better.  She wanted to give them a little alone time.  Just to see how Gavin did with Leighton.

    ::Gavin  â€œI like them.”

    Mikah shrugged.  It was a short answer but it was an answer and he didn't just ignore Leighton's existence

    <3Leighton  â€œMy mom doesn't have any tattoos.”

    Mikah held back a chuckle as Leighton spoke out about Mikah not having any tattoos.  Her daughter was very matter of fact about things it seemed.

    ::Gavin  â€œI'm working on changing that.”

    Mikah rolled her eyes at Gavin's answer, unaware that her daughter had just done the same exact thing to Gavin.

    <3Leighton  â€œGood luck.”

    Mikah could hear Leighton get up to leave and she moved back a little bit then watched her mini me run up the stairs to her bedroom, unaware that Mikah was standing in the doorway.  Mikah sighed softly before walking into the living room and looked at Gavin before sitting down next to him.

    ;;Mikah  â€œHow was your nap?”

    Gavin looked at her and smiled a bit before shrugging his shoulders.  It was obvious that Leighton had woken him up from his slumber but he didn't seem grouchy about it or at least not yet anyways.

    ::Gavin  â€œGood.  How was your tenth run?”

    Mikah narrowed her eyes at him a little bit before shrugging her shoulders.  She runs her fingers through the ends of her hair, examining the ends before flicking her eyes over to Gavin, looking him over.  She reaches up and touches the scruff on his face with the fads of her finger tips before wrinkling her nose at him playfully.

    ;;Mikah  â€œIt was only my second run and it was fabulous.  I cannot wait for my third run.”

    She winked at him before leaning over and kissing his cheek.  She leans back against the couch and props her sock covered feet on the coffee table before glancing at Gavin.

    ;;Mikah  â€œSo...”

    Gavin looks at her and raises an eyebrow at her.

    ::Gavin  â€œSo.....what?”

    Mikah rolls her eyes at him before sighing in an overly dramatic fashion.  He just gives her a look before shaking his head a bit at her actions.

    ;;Mikah  â€œWhat are our plans for Christmas?”

    Gavin raises an eyebrow at her.

    ::Gavin  â€œWhat are our plans for Christmas?”

    She tries not to get agitated with his repetitiveness but she could already feel it working into her mind.  She was trying to be patient with her loving, doting husband.

    ;;Mikah  â€œYes.  Our plans.  Like what are we going to do.  Where are we going to go.  Or whatever else.  Ya know?  Did you want to go to your parents' house?  Or just stay here.  Cause we sure as hell aren't going to my parents' house for Christmas.  Ever.”

    It had been at least a few years since she'd last talked to her family and she wasn't about to just pick up her things and go there for Christmas.  It wasn't happening.  She looks to Gavin, curious to see if he had any ideas for their Holiday plans or what.

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Climax Control Archives / ∞It's a Scary World∞
« on: December 12, 2014, 08:50:59 PM »
 
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    At Mikah and Gavin’s house
    scene i  |OFF-CAMERA|

    Mikah was busy texting on her phone, not even seeing that her husband, Gavin Stephens had walked into the bedroom.  She scowled at her phone before throwing it across the room and watched as it broke into pieces and only then did she smile with a smirk in her eyes.  Gavin just looked at her before looking at her destroyed phone that was in pieces on the ground.  Either he missed something or his wife had some serious issues that needed to be checked out.  He sat down on the bed beside her and gave her a sideways glance.

    ::Gavin  â€œIs everything okay, babe?”


    Mikah looked at him and narrowed her eyes at him, not clearly wanting to joke around about what he had just walked in on.  She just pushed him a little bit but in more of a playful manner because she wasn’t irritated with him or mad at him, just irritated in general.

    ;;Mikah  â€œUm...well, no.  Not really.  I totally forgot to call the stable and book a white horse for certain reasons.  And now I have to wait until tomorrow to get a white horse.”

    Gavin gave her a look, clearly confused as to why she would need a white horse and in such short timing.  She however smiled at him and looked around their bedroom before she rested her head against his shoulder.  He put an arm around her as she relaxed against him just a little bit.  She took in a deep breath as she seemed lost in thought about what the week was going to entitle and she only knew that she’d be super busy.

    ::Gavin  â€œSo, you throw your phone at the wall because you can’t get a horse for whatever it is you want it for?”

    Mikah scowls just a little bit before looking at him and nodding her head as she moves her head off of his shoulder.  He just didn’t understand why this was important to her; but he would, when everything was said and done, he’d completely understand.

    ;;Mikah  â€œBecause.  The guy I was talking to didn’t understand who exactly I was!  I even told him I was going to come down there and make him spit blood out of his mouth but only after asking if he liked the taste of his own blood.”

    Gavin shook his head but he clearly had a smirk on his face.  The two were completely made for one another as they each had a mean streak inside of them.  Of course, Gavin had a bigger one and a nastier one but Mikah wasn’t to be played with when she was in one of those moods.  She always admitted that she wasn’t a people person and she’d rather go play in traffic than talk with idiots who didn’t know how to do their job.

    ::Gavin “That’s my girl.”

    Mikah smirked at him, knowing that he would enjoy her little threat to the owner of the horse stable.  She wasn’t going to threaten him but when he wouldn’t comply to her needs, she just had to threaten him.  But that didn’t get her anywhere, he just threatened to call the cops on her and that definitely wouldn’t have gotten her anywhere.  She stands up and fixes the short skirt of her sweater dress before walking into her walk in closet, Gavin’s eyes following her as she walks into the closet.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI swear, more and more comic book nerds are popping up in this company, Gavin and I’m being the one that’s forced into matches against them.  How ridiculous is that?!”

    Gavin didn’t really know what to say because he himself was into comics, something that Mikah knew but often forgot about.  He ran a hand through his hand before rubbing the back of his neck.

    ::Gavin  â€œUm...babe, I’m a comic book nerd too.”

    Mikah rolled her eyes even though she knew that Gavin couldn’t see her as she changed into a pair of hunter cargo like pants and a black top that showed the straps to her hot pink bra.  She turned her nose up at the outfit as she looked at herself in her full length mirror.  This was not something she would wear unless she had something planned for it.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI know that.  But you’re not a female and you don’t have a vagina, it’s just weird, okay?  I mean, it’s normal for boys to like comic books but girls?  Didn’t one of my flimsy characters last week like comic books too?”

    Gavin had no choice but to laugh at Mikah’s seemingly faulty memory.  She of course knew that one of her opponents had been into comic books but she chose not to remember her, as she hadn’t been an important opponent in Mikah’s mind.

    ::Gavin  â€œI don’t know, I don’t follow any of those girls around, knowing what they’re into or pretending to care.”

    Mikah walks out of her closet to see Gavin still sitting on the edge of the bed and she smiles at him, a bit shyly though.  He just raises an eyebrow at her as he looks at what she changed into and she just sighs audibly before collapsing on the bed next to him.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThis outfit is hideous.”

    Gavin laughed before looking at her once more before just shrugging his shoulders at her.  She just gave him a look as he winked at her.  She moved closer to him and kissed him before falling to her knees as she began to unbutton his jeans. Gavin exhaled as Mikah pulled down his boxers. She licks her lips, looking up at him.

    Just a simple high-flying wannabe
    scene ii   |ON-CAMERA|

    Mikah sat on the top turnbuckle of a wrestling ring as a camera man stood in the center of the ring, it’s focus on her, and not anywhere else.  Mikah flicked her hair over her shoulder to keep it behind her back before crossing one leg over the other as a smirk covered her pretty face.  Her hair was down and it was pin straight as she sat carefully on the turbuckle, not wanting to fall off.

    ;;Mikah  â€œSo, here I am...somewhere that I am not comfortable in going in the ring.  The one place that you will rarely see me be...the top turnbuckle.  I’m not a high flyer and I have no desire to be one either as it seems that once upon a time everybody wanted to be just that.  They wanted to be the next Druggy Hardy or the next Lita.  Oh wait…”

    She smirked at the camera, waiting for the silence to lean in just a little bit before she crossed her legs the other way and leaned back just slightly.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI’m actually facing a Lita wannabe.  It’s quite peculiar, really.  A girl that could be her own person chooses to be somebody like Lita or at least that’s what I perceive her to be.  A girl that likes to do high-flying moves and thinks she’s a superhero.  Well guess what?  Superheroes don’t exist that’s why they’re fictional characters.  I mean, it’s ridiculous, you think that you have some superhero abilities like what exactly?  You can’t fly unless you call those stupid moves you do from this top turnbuckle flying, which by the way it’s not flying.  And there’s no such thing as x-ray vision or any of that stupid shit that goes on in superheroes lives in those silly little comic books that you’re so into.”

    Mikah rolls her eyes at the thought of another Bombshell on the roster being into comic books.  She knew that Gavin was into them but that was normal; boys were supposed to be into them or at least, that’s what she had always thought.  And she really didn’t mind that Gavin was into them, because he didn’t use them to ignore her or he didn’t seem to put them into his career, they were just a hobby, something he read because he enjoyed them.  But in Mikah’s mind, she felt that Roxi tried to implement it into her character too much.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAre you friends with that girl that I faced last week that was into comic books?  Because I’m really starting to think there’s a clan of  you that just sit around a table and talk about Deadpool and the Joker and whatever.  Is that what goes on?  I’m not really sure, I don’t study comic books as that’s not my style but you know.  Each to their own.  But let’s get back to the subject at hand…”

    She ran her fingers through her hair, letting the pause linger for just a short moment.

    ;;Mikah  â€œWrestling. That’s what we’re here for; that’s what I signed up for when I signed my named on that dashed line.  It’s not about superheroes or comic books, it’s about getting into the ring and doing what you and I were trained to do. Although, I’m not sure you were trained to do anything other than jump off blindly from this turnbuckle.”

    She turned her nose up at the thought of being booked against somebody who’s style was so different from her own.  But then again, on Roxi’s profile it did say that she had three different wrestling styles.  Which only confused Mikah, which one was she supposed to go off of?!

    ;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know you probably think that since you can poorly execute these moves makes you some sort of badass, doesn't it Roxi?  I bet it does.  I bet you get that two or three second thrill when you jump off of the turnbuckle only to land on some poor sap that doesn't realize that your body is going to land on theirs.  I just hope that you don't botch one of those stupid, ridiculous high-flying moves and injure somebody because all of the blame would be put on you.  And just how sad would that be?”

    She pouts her bottom lip, acting as if it was such a big deal that it would be sad that all of the blame would be put on Roxi.  But soon the pout was replaced with a smirk as she just shrugged.

    ;;Mikah  â€œActually, it wouldn't be that bad because I would honestly laugh that you can't even execute a move that you were supposed to have down.  Is that how you would want to be known?  As the Bombshell that couldn't hack it in a wrestling ring.  Personally, I would find that embarrassing and wouldn't want to show my face around the company any more but that's just me.  However, I wouldn't have chosen to be a high-flyer either because those moves are just stupid and ridiculous.  It also makes me think that you have the mentality of a thirteen year old.”

    She leans forward, pressing her elbows against her knees and propping her chin up as he eyes focus on the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œHow?  Is that what you're asking?  How do I think that you have the mentality of a thirteen year old?  Because.  Those high risk moves were all the rage back when one was just barely a teenager and I can almost picture you being the one jumping off of your couch and practicing those moves on a pillow or maybe a couch cushion, already seeing your dream of being the next Lita working out for you.  But dreams aren't real either, just like your stupid superhero thing.  You've got a career in what you probably dreamed about as a child and yet, you still want to be a superhero.  Something that will never happen to you.  Although, I wouldn't want to be a superhero because they're too...”

    She pauses, trying to think of exactly what she wanted to say.

    ;;Mikah  â€œToo expected in this world.  Everybody wants a superhero to save them or to be somebody that they can look up to.  I'd rather not be considered anybody in a comic book; I'd rather be myself.  It's too cliché to be the villain or the superhero, so I will stick with being who I am.  Which is still better than who Roxi Johnson?  Is that her last name?  I really don't care anyways so moving on.”

    She clears her throat for a minute before moving to stand up on the turnbuckle, placing one foot behind her on the post and the other on the turnbuckle.  She took in a deep breath as she steadied herself, careful not to fall.

    ;;Mikah  â€œEven though I choose not to do the sort of moves that you love, Roxi, doesn't mean that I can't do them.  I have abnormally good balance but I however am not good with the thought of jumping off of this top rope and almost breaking my neck or my back just doesn't sound appealing and thinking of you doing it, only makes me giggle and wish that it would happen.  Such a shame that it hasn't yet already.”

    She chuckled at the thought of it before tilting her head to the side.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI don't really have anything else to say about you.  What else can be said?  You're some wannabe Lita that's a lesbian married to a wannabe Trish Stratus.  And you think you're a superhero.  Lame.  And even if you are a superhero, I am still going to kick your ass come Sunday, with the help of my....”

    She tries her hardest not to turn up her nose at the mere thought of having tag team partners before shaking her hair out behind her.

    ;;Mikah  â€œTag team partners.  So until Sunday, Roxi...”

    She moved back down into a sitting position and crossed her left leg over her right leg then leaned forward with a wink at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

    It's a dark, dark World!
    scene iii   |ON-CAMERA|

    Mikah glowered at the camera as she stood in a dark room with just one little candle that she was holding that made her face visible to the camera.  Everything else, however was black or very, very dim and hard to see.  She smirked at the camera, the smirk visible thanks to the candle that she was carefully holding to give her face the light it needed.

    ;;Mikah  â€œDarkness.  Does that seem familiar to you, Misty?  I'm just curious because well, it seems that you're starting to shed the darkness that has been surrounding you for I don't even know how long.  And it's funny that you and I are booked against each other in this match up simply because you seem to hate Liz Smalls just as much as I do, if not more.  But I guess, we aren't that similar either; we just share the same hatred  for the stupid, stupid woman that most people do hate.  And that might be the only smart thing about you.  The hatred you have for Liz Smalls, that is.  Although, I do applaud you for changing your look, your last one was hideous.”

    Mikah pretends to shudder, as if Misty's old image was so hideous it was scary.  She runs her tongue over her bottom lip before looking at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œYou might not even be that bad of a person, really.  I just don't know anything about you and I don't care to.  I don't need to know anything about you to kick the snot out of you, so to speak.  But I see that you and I seem to both hold a submission hold dear to our hearts.  And I have yet to use that move in a match yet and I'm just itching to do it.  And just because you too are a fan of that move, I would just love to try it out on you.  You'd be the absolutely perfect candidate for it because you know how to execute it or at least, I assume that you would.  But does that mean that you would know how to get out of?  I'm curious to find out.   But of course, I don't plan on letting you out of the hold.  I would just love to see you bleed through that now pretty mouth of yours.  It'd be almost like a career highlight.  And I wouldn't even care if I got in  trouble for holding the hold even after you've tapped out and are struggling to breathe.  It's like a thrill to me to see you struggling to breathe and scrambling to be freed of my hold.  It's like a drug; the only drug that I care to be addicted to.  And it's really the only healthy drug, if it was considered to be one.”

    She just shrugs her shoulders.

    ;;Mikah  â€œBut I am curious to know how you went about this change in your looks as it seems to be such a different change for you.  But then again, I seem to not like when people suddenly change their image either; it screams that they're asking for attention, craving it really.  And why did you choose to change it now?  Did it have anything to do with the fact that you are going up against three girls who have their looks going for them?  Does that have anything to do with it?  I bet that's it.  I bet you felt insecure about your own looks going into this match and you had no other choice but to go about changing yourself for it.  And honey, I don't blame you.  I would have gotten rid of that hideous black hair as well.  But of course, I don't have hideous hair at all.  I have beautiful blonde locks and I'm a much prettier person than you can ever  be with your new little change.  But I applaud you for trying, I really do.”

    She smiles at the camera before winking at it as she didn't have free hands to clap.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI've seen on Twitter that you and your partners seem very eager, and very friendly towards one another.  So much that it seems like you're trying to shove it in people's face.  Why?  Why are you doing that, Misty?  Is it that you're afraid that your team is lacking something?  Something important?  Which, it is because your team is full of people that don't believe in reality.  But that's not who or what I'm talking about right now.  You see, I don't need to socialize with my tag team partners on Twitter, I don't even have to say hello to them because I don't need to showboat.  I just know that each one of us has it in our minds that we are going to go to that ring and kick your asses to get the win.  No bullshitting, nothing of the sort.  Just get straight down to business.  And when we win, we get to say that we were and are better than the three of you, which we are.  I really don't have any qualms about my tag team partners now as it seems to make a little bit more sense than the last tag team match I was placed in.”

    Ah, the good old Uncensored days.  She remembered them well and she liked them.  She breathed in deeply before slowly letting the breath out through her nose.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAfter this little match, it won't bother me to be around you backstage.  I won't be a showoff and throw your loss in your face either.  Well, okay yeah I probably will.  I hope you don't mind though as we can both still share the hatred for one Liz Smalls.  I don't really have much to say about you, Misty, things I haven't already said anyways.  Does that mean that you're not that interesting?”

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

    ;;Mikah  â€œProbably, but I'm sure that you're not worried about that, now are you?”

    She smirks at the camera before looking down at the candle, watching the flame for a minute or two.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI hope you won't be ashamed and want to hide your face after this loss because that's not really my intention.  I just want to win this match to continue my flawless record so far.  And this match is just going to be like this camera...going on until there's no other choice but to blow out the flame and score the pinfall or the win.  Just...like...that.”

    Mikah blows out the candle at the end of her sentence, leaving her in the dark.

    ;;Mikah  â€œHope to see you soon, Misty.”

    The smirk that was on her face could be heard in her voice.

    ;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

    A few shuffling like sounds could be heard before a door being shut was heard before the camera turned off, leaving the screen blank.

    It's a strange world Out Therel!
    scene iv   |OFF-CAMERA|

    Mikah stood there adjusting the dress she was wearing while Gavin had his arms crossed over his chest and a weird look on his face.  She looked at the light purple medieval era dress that she had on before she turned to look at Gavin, who tried not to laugh at her attire.

    ::Gavin  â€œ...What are you wearing?!”

    She just smiled at him before walking over to him and pressing her lips against his, giving him a quick kiss.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI'm going to be a princess for a few short hours.  And I want you to be a knight for me.  Pretty, pretty please?”

    She bats her long, dark lashes at him as he pretends to be uninterested or repulsed by the idea.  She was almost sure that he was going to say no.

    ::Gavin  â€œWhat do I get in return?!”

    He raises an eyebrow at her, smirking in her direction before she pouts just a little bit at him.  She then wraps her arms around his lower waist and pulls him into her just a little bit.

    ;;Mikah  â€œYou know I'll do anything for you.  Just please do it!  You don't have to speak, you just have to stand there and look all tough and rugged.”

    He smiles at her before leaning down and kissing her again before he pulls back up.  He shrugs his shoulders just a bit.

    ::Gavin  â€œSure, why not.”

    Mikah squeals happily before hugging him then turning to walk away before stopping and pointing over to a corner.

    ;;Mikah  â€œBy the way, your costume is over there.”

    She then walks away, leaving Gavin to find his knight costume as she got prepared for her last and final vocal promo for her match.

    It's a Fantasy Land
    scene V   |ON-CAMERA|

    The scene opens up to see Mikah sitting side-saddle on a white horse that had something taped or strapped onto it's head to make it look like a unicorn.  And in the background was a castle of cardboard with Gavin standing off to the side, in his knight costume that was really just grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt.  And just with that being seen, people would know right away that she was going to talk about the unicorn loving Bombshell, Melody Grace.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThis probably looks ridiculous, doesn't it?  Because this feels fucking ridiculous and I'm sure it looks even more so.  But why?!  Why the fuck would anybody want to do something like this?  Believe in unicorns and love them so much?   I don't understand it.  It's not real, it's not reality and it will never be reality.  But you know, Melody, I get the appeal of unicorns, their majestic feel to them and the time period that would have gone with them.  I, too, wanted to be a princess...when I was four years old.  Do you want to know what happened to that dream?”

    A serious look had crossed upon Mikah's face as she looked at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI  turned five and I realized that life isn't a box of wonderful and that nobody is going to be a princess.  I learned that things aren't going to go your way and that you have to grow up and get a real dream.  I'm really, really sorry that unicorns aren't real, Melody but you need to wake up.  It's almost 2015 and you still love them.  Or maybe you're in love with the thought of them, I really don't know but somebody needs to give you a touch of the real world, make you understand what it's really like in the world in this day and age.”

    A rustling was heard and the cardboard castle dropped to reveal the ocean behind her and then she removed her dress, revealing her wrestling attire underneath her dress.  She adjusted the bra like top before checking to make sure that everything else was covered as well.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThis.  This is the real world.  Where you see slutty girls walking around in shorts that are two sizes too small for them and bikini bottoms that don't even cover a third of their asses.  It's a trashy world but it's where we live and we learn to adapt.  We don't make up worlds where unicorns exist and where things are always so fucking happy because they're not always happy.  They're never really happy unless they have everything going for them.  But that's not ever going to happen either because as a human race, we always want more.  More, more, more.  And it never stops.  So, get rid of that love for unicorns and maybe you'll do something worthwhile, but I honestly doubt it.”

    She moves so she's sitting normally in the saddle, one leg on each side of the horse before reaching up and carefully removing the fake horn from its head.

    ;;Mikah  â€œWhy do you love unicorns so much?  Is a horse not good enough for you, Melody?  Or are you reverting back to your childhood when you believe in everything from fairies to unicorns to Santa Claus?  I'm not sure what your thought process is but whatever it is, it fucking sucks.  It's like I'm wrestling a child instead of a full grown adult.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a creepy thing but it's damn closer to creepy than good, I can assure you that.”

    She steadies herself on the horse before looking at Gavin, who seemed to be a bit confused.  Why did she want him dressed in a lame costume if she was just going to take her set down and ruin it?

    ;;Mikah  â€œAnd then, it appears that you have a weird obsession with my husband!  You are always tweeting at him on Twitter and then seem appalled when he set a unicorn on fire—okay, I did that but it was his idea, outside of your locker room.  Did you really think he was going to bring you a present home from Jamaica from mine and his honeymoon?!  Are you that dim-witted to think that he thought about you while we were on our honeymoon?  Because that just...makes me irritated.  Irritated that you would even think that my husband would think about you makes my skin crawl.  And not because I think you're ugly, because it's obvious that you're not, it's because of this little crush that I'm sure you have on him.  Can't you find your own boyfriend to lust after?!”

    Of course, Mikah wasn't really upset with Melody, she was just using it against her for something to say.  She liked Melody more than she wanted to admit and didn't really mind the totally weird friendship that Gavin and Melody had.  It was rather adorable, really.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  Gavin's smart and funny and all these other things but he is mine.  And I don't plan on giving him up any time soon so you can try to snatch him up and make him yours.  He'd probably just point and laugh at your unicorn collection and obsession.  Maybe that's another reason as to why you can't get yourself a little boyfriend.  Maybe they're all embarrassed about you being so in love with unicorns that they just stay away from you, so they don't have to admit that their girlfriend embarrasses them with her adoration with the fake animal.”

    She just simply shrugs her shoulders once again as she keeps the horse steady as it tried to move.

    ;;Mikah
     â€œBut of course, our match isn't about your obsessions or your lack of love life.  It's about what you can and what you can't do in the ring.  And I hope to high hell that you're qualified to be in the ring because it worries me that you might not be.  Your love for unicorns is the only thing that I can see about you because it's so evident.  You boast about it on Twitter and you even have some weird unicorn ass shit in your entrance, don't you?  I mean, I really don't understand the love you have for unicorns.  I could understand a love for horses or puppy dogs but unicorns?!  They do not exist, almost like I am starting to believe that your brain doesn't exist either.  Or maybe it's been melted away to mush from too much sun.  Who knows.”

    Mikah moves the horse a little bit, letting it walk a bit so that it wouldn't get bored of staying in one place.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAnd the funny thing is?  I don't even really dislike you, Melody.  I like you a whole hell of a lot more than I like your tag team partners, if I'm honest.  But I just don't get your love for the unicorn.  And maybe I should leave it alone, because it's very likely that I will never understand it but it baffles me.  A grown woman loving a fictional animal.  Oh well.  I don't have to understand it to kick your ass come Sunday.  Sorry but if I want to keep my winning streak going, I'm going to have to kick your ass to achieve a victory.  It really isn't personal.  However, I really do hope that you're not crushing on my husband, because then it will be personal and I will not hesitate to take my anger out on you, no matter how much you deny it.  And maybe I'm just some crazy wife that views everything in a different perspective but seriously.  You talk to him a LOT on Twitter and it's just...well, it's weird.”

    Mikah stops the horse before easily getting down and off of the horse before walking over to Gavin and stands beside him.

    ;;Mikah  â€œYou're a nice girl, Melody but being nice isn't going to cut it in this industry.  You need to be more cut-throat willing to do anything it takes to get to where you want to be in your career.  Do you have that?  Are you that type of girl?  Would you turn on your partners come Sunday if it meant that you could have everything you wanted in a wrestling career?  I don't think you would, Melody.  You're too nice, too good for this business and that will be your downfall.  That will be why you will never be the bombshell champion here in Sin City Wrestling and you will just be a girl on the roster with a pretty face and happy demeanor.  It's a shame really.  Because if you'd been a little more mean and a little more willing to do whatever it takes, you and I could've gotten along so well.  What could have been will never be but I've come to learn that life can't always be what you want.  And you can't always get what you want because that just doesn't happen.  It's not fair and it's cruel and it will be a cruel thing to make you lose on Sunday but I didn't come here to slack off and let people like Roxi and Misty beat me in a simple tag team match that I didn't even really sign up for.  I hate tag team matches, actually.  Having to rely on your partners?  No thanks, I'd rather just rely on myself because I know what I can do in the ring and I know that I can get shit done.  And to my partners...”

    Her demeanor changed just a little bit as she narrowed her eyes at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œYou better come to the match on Sunday prepared to do anything for the win.  I don't take kindly to bitches who don't know how to hack it in a wrestling ring.  You either want to be there or you don't, and if you don't you better go the fuck away before I make you do just that.  I don't have time for any stupid games.  I'm here to be somebody and to make my name heard and I don't want you two to be the reason why my name is smeared through the mud with a loss, got it?  Good.  So don't fuck up.  Now, Melody...”

    She put a half smile on her face as she looked at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI do hope that you don't take this personally, because it's not personal to me.  It's just me doing something that I have to do to get the win and I will do absolutely anything that I have to do to achieve just that.  I hope you understand.  So until Sunday, Melody...”

    She blew a kiss to the camera in a mocking way.

    ;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

    Mikah winked before the camera stopped shooting and then she turned to Gavin and smiled at him.  He just looked a little confused and she leaned up and pressed her lips gently against his.

    ;;Mikah  â€œLet's go, babe.  We still have some time to be alone together, you know.”

    He grinned and she knew that she wouldn't have to tell him twice as they headed back to their hotel, ready for some alone time before Sunday.

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Something Wicked∞
« on: December 05, 2014, 09:31:43 PM »
 
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    Things Are Not as They Seem   Scene i
    Things for Mikah had been going pretty well.  She won her first match, got married that night, and had been in Jamaica ever since.  But now it was back to reality and back to work at SCW.  And to boot, she was booked in a triple threat match against Mimi Winters and Jemma Asar.  And those were two bitches that she knew absolutely nothing about.  Both of them were new to the company—newer to the company than Mikah was and she was at a loss about what to say about them.  Add that up and the fact that she's been in Jamaica for a week, equals a pretty lost and confused girl.

    She hadn't really wanted to come back; she wanted to stay in Jamaica and enjoy the very warm weather and live in bikinis.  But Gavin thought that they better come back and so they went to California instead of New York City, where Mikah would rather be than California.  Luckily, she still had her gear from her last show with her and didn't need to force somebody to make her something new.  She stood in front of her full length mirror in the locker room and tilted her head to the side as she looked her appearance over.  She wasn't too fond of the outfit she was wearing; comic book print leggings and a deadpool themed shirt.  It didn't really match and it kind of bugged her.  But she knew that it would have to work, at least for the moment.

    She sighed again as she began to walk to the small like room that she had set up to shoot some her promo in.  Her long, platinum blonde locks were up in pigtails and she had thick black rimmed glasses on.  She wasn't sure if that fit with the comic book part of being a nerd but it definitely was a cliché thing to assume about nerds and that's what she was going for all along.

    She steps into the room and looks around, smiling at her work as comic after comic were plastered all over the wall, making it basically ceiling to floor wallpaper of comics.  She looked at the ground seeing comic books scattered out on the ground, some ripped and some in perfect condition.  She looked around for another moment before she saw the chubby camera man nod in her direction, letting her know that he was ready to start whenever she was.  She walked over to the pile of comics that were sitting on the floor and sat down in the middle of them, criss-cross style or as her daughter would put it, “criss cross applesauce.”

    She picks up a random comic book, giving a subtle nod to the camera man and he begins to record her little promo, zooming in on the comic, which was upside down and he couldn't give away the title of the comic anyways.  She glances up at the camera a smirk evident on her pretty face as she rips the comic book in half and tosses each half to the side but she stayed sitting down in the midst of all of the comic books.


    ;;Mikah  â€œSee, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum. And one night, they decide they don't like living in the asylum anymore. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof, and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away into the moonlight. Stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daren't make the leap. Y'see... y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then the first guy has an idea... He says, 'Hey, I have a flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk across the beam and join me!' But the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says... he says 'Wh-what do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was halfway across!”


    She smirks as she really didn't have a clue as to what she was saying but she'd had some help from her husband coming up with some things that were from some comics.  She was thankful that he knew things about comments because she honestly knew nothing about them.  She really didn't have a hobby other than running and staying in shape; she could out run both of her opponent and wouldn't even miss a beat.  But trying to find things out about the comic book world was like a whole other level for her, something she definitely didn't understand but she'd had Gavin's help and for that she was thankful.

    ;;Mikah  â€œJust what is that from, Jemma?  I mean, you're the one that's into comic books, not me.  But this is me, trying to understand what you're all about.  I don't have much to go off of, of course.  Because you aren't interesting, not in the tiniest bit.  You're into comics.  You're a nerd.  We get it but I thought nerds were smart?  And you, my darling, don't seem to be smart.  I mean, after all, you couldn't even win your first match and that's pretty sad seeing as it was a tag team match.  What?  You and your brother couldn't keep up with Melody Grace and her tag team partner Rage?  I really think that your brother let you down and that you won't be able to cope with that little thought, which is what the first little snippet I said relates to.  You trusted him to lead you to victory but he turned off the light mid match and you were lost and didn't know what to do, so you did your best as he probably laughed to himself in his head.  Or maybe since it was Rage that got the pin on your dear ole brother, it's you that let him down.  Did you do that on purpose?  Did you want to laugh in his face because he trusted you to be the one to shine the light on him so he could see what he was doing?  Hypothetically, of course since the arena was well lit during your match.  But I'm sure you got that but then again, you probably aren't the brightest crayon in the box now are you?  Although, your hair seems to be brighter than your own personality.  How did being a ginger growing up affect you?  Do you have a soul as the saying goes?”

    She tilts her head to the side with a smirk playing on her face as she looks at the camera.  She  stayed sitting though, still just looking at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI really don't know what to say about you.  I'm about as stumped about that as I am when it comes to these silly comic books that you're so into.  Have you read so many that you get lost in what's real and what's fake?  Because come Sunday night, you won't be in a fantasy comic book land,  you'll be in reality.  And your reality is going to be me smashing my foot into your fugly face.  I'm not going to show you any mercy just as I didn't show that stupid bimbo nurse any mercy in my first match here in SCW.  I don't care if you do have a well known brother in this company, that matters nothing to me.  You matter nothing to me more than a mere stepping stone to the next task at hand.”

    Mikah waved her hand in a flick like motion, flicking away the mere thought of being forced into a triple threat match against two women that she knew absolutely nothing about.

    ;;Mikah  â€œSpeaking of that worthless brother of yours, how does it feel to ride on somebody else's coattails?  Because I honestly don't know that feeling.  You can go looking through history books but the only things you will find about me is that I was in a superior faction in a company that we destroyed.  You'll find out that I was good at manipulating people and I still am but you won't find anything out about the family that I don't have.  The only family I do have is my daughter and my husband, so you won't get anything out there.  But you!  You have a brother in this company that we are employed by and it's so...amusing to me to watch you try to live up to his expectations of you.  Probably your own preconceived ideas of what he thinks you should be because he probably doesn't give a shit what you end up to be.  And here's a little spoiler about your future, Jemma, you're going to be nothing but a loser.  You'll be at least zero and two after this Sunday and that will put a smile on my face.”

    She smiles at the camera before adjusting the top she was wearing, which was still bugging her that it didn't match.  She squirmed for a moment before remaining still once more.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAfter our match is over, Jemma, you will want to go back to living in the world of comics, push yourself away from reality and into a world that doesn't exist, it's the only place where you can get a sense of success and stability.  Out here in the real world, there isn't such a thing known as stability; things don't stay stable, they get rocky and things change but one thing isn't going to change for you, the outcome of this match isn't going to be seen with you being the winner, the one with her hand raised high up in the air.  Because that is not an acceptable outcome for me.  Because I'm no Batman of the company and you're no Harley Quinn, which is somebody I'm sure you're aspiring to be, I'm not going to be some hero and save the company from you or from some other girl; if anything, I'd be the Joker ready to destroy the company from the inside out.”

    She smirked before standing up and then looking down at her outfit and turning her nose up at the outift.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI do not see how morons like you can wear outfits like these.  They're so...gross and hideous and do nothing for you.  So I'm going to just get rid of them, one second.”

    She held up one finger to signify one second before turning her back to the camera and pulling off the deadpool tee she was wearing and disposing of it onto the floor.  She then began to take off the leggings, bending over to do so after she had them pulled down to her thighs, giving the camera a very good shot of her ass.  She then tossed them to the side before turning back around, revealing that she was wearing her wrestling attire underneath it; the bra top fitting snugly against her chest.  And the bottoms showing off just enough of of her right hip.  The color she'd chosen was a bright turquoise.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThere.  I think this is much better than that crappy wannabe Harley Quinn shit.  I don't have any time to waste on that shit, no more time to talk about things that you like anymore.  Do you want to know what I like, Jemma?  I like to kick ass.  And I love to make stupid bitches like you bleed through your ugly, big mouth.  And do you know how I'm going to do that, Jemma?  I'm going to lock in my Cupid's Chokehold and crush your silly little trachea against my shin, causing you to spit blood out through your mouth.  And I'm going to enjoy watching the blood drool down your chin as you struggle to tap out and to get me to release you from the hold.  That's what I like and I look forward to locking you or Mimi into that submission hold, it's nothing personal, it's all  business.  I will do whatever it takes to make myself two and zero in this company.  And don't think I've forgot about you Mimi, it's all coming in due time.  Until next time...”

    She winks at the camera before blowing a kiss at the camera in a mocking fashion.

    ;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

    Mikah then walked out of the room, leaving the others to clean it up as she had better things to do.  Like something with Gavin.  Something naughty and probably x rated that would be way too much for people to even know about.

    Something Wicked This Way Comes     Scene ii

    The scene opens to see Mikah bundled up in a white winter coat with a fur trimmed hood and her black leggings were tucked into her grey triple Bailey Button UGGs that she'd gotten when she lived in Kansas City, Missouri for a while.  The fur trimmed hood was up, covering her blonde locks and her cheeks were rosy and the room?  The room was filled with what looked like snow.  She kicked at some of the snow after seeing the camera man give her a small nod, letting her know that he was recording now.  She kept her hands in her pockets, her eyes on the camera as she seemed content in staying in one place.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThis is all I really have to go off about you, Mimi.  Your last name, Winters.  It's the only thing that I can think of to talk about.  Is how ridiculous your last name is.  But of course, that's something that you cannot change unless you get married.  But how ridiculous is it that I know absolutely nothing about you?!”

    Mikah made a face before rolling her eyes as she looks around the snow covered room and let out a breath, which was seen due to the chilled room.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThat's the one thing that Jemma has on you, Mimi; something to talk about.  But you?  You have absolutely nothing worth talking about.  There's nothing noteworthy on your profile in SCW and you haven't done much for the company yet.  But maybe that will be your saving grace, the fact that this is your first official match in SCW.  It'll be the only excuse you'll have to make for being so lackluster in the spotlight.  And when you do fail at obtaining a victory, I will laugh at you.  Because that's who I am.  I laugh when people try so hard to succeed and then they only manage to fail.  Is it something you enjoy too?  Well, probably not because who enjoys being a failure?!  I wouldn't know anything about being a failure because I have never failed at anything in my life.”

    She stops for a moment, pausing to think as she thinks about what she had just said.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAnd I'm not just talking about losing matches, because clearly I've lost matches before.  I'm talking about life in general.  I'm married and having a loving husband, although he probably hates you because he hates everybody in general and I have a beautiful daughter who looks a lot like me, and I have three houses in three different states and I could afford to build another one here in California but I wouldn't dare do that.  You wanna know why Mimi?”

    A smirk spread across her face, a rather mean and nasty one to be honest.

    ;;Mikah  â€œBecause mainly sluts live in California.  Sluts that want to live in bikinis and pretend they know how to surf when in reality, all they need to go do is get eaten alive by a great white shark.  Or maybe it's because the people here are either always high or in some sort of bubbly mood.  I'm not a bubbly person and I'd rather be somewhere else rather than California.  Some place that has meaning and not slutty little whores running around in itty bitty bikinis that they don't even fit into.  I'm not saying that you don't fit into itty bitty bikinis but you know, the majority of the girls that try that don't.”

    Her little rant really had nothing to do with Mimi Winters but more with California and the girls she saw walking around in bikinis.  She thought it was just a cliché but it appeared to be a true thing when she got to the state.

    ;;Mikah  â€œNow back to you, Mimi.  I'm sure you're one of those girls who takes everything somebody says about them to heart and well, if that's true, than you need to grow a fucking backbone.  This isn't kindergarten; this is a wrestling company that you compete for; people don't have to be nice to you, they don't have to cater to you, this isn't a daycare either.  If you have a problem with something I have to say about you, bring it to the ring and just try to take it out on me and I seriously doubt that youwill be able to do anything to me that would even bother me more than a few seconds if even that.  I'm going to say things you won't like and you will have to deal with it.  You can't stop me from saying things.  That's why it's called freedom of speech, sweetheart.  I don't know if you're smart or if you're dumb and frankly?  I don't give a fuck.  I could care less because that's not going to stop me from kicking your ass in the ring on Sunday.”

    Mikah just simply shrugs her shoulders before glancing around her.  She was looking at all the fake snow that felt just as real as the real stuff that she often ran into in New York City, her precious home town.

    ;;Mikah  â€œMan, I actually should have thought about this better.  Because the snow doesn't represent you at all.  Your profile says that you're bright and bubbly and happy but this snow?  It screams a cold heart, somebody that shuts out all warmth from other people and that describes me more than it describes you, Mimi.  I don't need anybody in my life other than my adoring husband and darling child.  You are no more than a stepping stone for me to use to get to what I need.  And what do I need?  I haven't made a mark yet and I'm looking to do just that.  I'm looking to do something that's going to set me apart from the other...girls in the locker room.  Somebody that doesn't need to worry about people that are bubbly and bright, only to worry about the competitors that take this game seriously.  And for all I know, maybe you do take this game seriously but fuck if I know because you've been quiet as shit.  And I hope you do, because honestly?  I like you a hell of a lot more than I like Jemma Asar.  But that's just because she doesn't seem like somebody I could get along with.  You?  Maybe.  But that will not be what happens this weekend.  I will not think twice about it as I lock you into my Cupid's chokehold and make you spit blood out through your mouth.  Just remember one thing for me, Mimi...”

    Mikah runs her tongue over her bottom lip before leaning in just a little bit as if she had a secret to tell the camera man.

    ;;Mikah  â€œIt's not personal, it's just business.”

    Mikah winks at the camera before flipping her hood down and blowing another fake, mocking kiss at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

    Mikah watched as the cameraman turned the camera off and she looked around, feeling quite elated at the fact that the snow had held up.  She pulled out her phone and sent a text to her husband and then waited.  She had plenty of things on her mind but she wanted to have a little bit of fun before the time for her match came.  She shivered slightly before pulling her coat tighter around her slender body before her face lit up as she saw Gavin walk into the room and she quickly threw a snowball at him, hitting him smack dab in the chest.

    ::Gavin  â€œThe fuck?”

    Mikah grinned at him before she squealed as he hit her with a snowball of his own and she pouted her bottom lip out at him as he walked over to her.  He raised an eyebrow before looking around at the piles of snow before looking down at his wife.

    ::Gavin  â€œWhat is this all about?”

    Mikah smirks at him before looking at the snow before pushing him into a pile of snow before he pulled her on top of him.  She giggled as her blonde locks fell in her face.

    ;;Mikah  â€œOh you know, just was talking about one of my opponents.  Had to use snow for special effects.  And I sort of like snow.”

    Gavin raised an eyebrow in her direction again before leaning up and kissing her quickly.  She smiled at him as she shivered a bit, still a bit cold even though Gavin's body was more directly in the snow.

    ::Gavin  â€œYeah?  Are you going to kick your opponents' asses come Sunday?”

    Mikah nodded her head as she looked down at him before she squealed as he put some snow down the front of her shirt.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThat's the plan anyways.”

    She smiled at him before she pushed some snow in his face then moved away from him as they began to mess around in the snow, leading to other things.

    A letter to Whom it May Concern     Scene iii

    To Whom it May Concern,

       I am really concerned with my opponents, Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters.  They seem to be under some belief that they are actually worth something in this company.  Do you not realize that they will melt away to nothing after this Sunday?  Do you realize this?  Or is this what you really want?  Do you want them to feel inferior to me?  Because they are inferior to me, so if that is what you're intending, then good job.  High five for you.  If not, then you should rethink about who you book against me.  Let's go over some things here....

       Let's start with Jemma Asar.  The girl lives in a comic book world that doesn't exist.  Maybe that is why nobody seems to know who she is.  She should be on the stars you could have known if they had a personality list.  Maybe that needs to become a thing.  I have an idea that if you stuck Jemma in a corner that nobody would pay any attention to her.  Maybe her brother would, but that's because he feels sorry for her.  And why shouldn't he?  She's not something that one would want to look at for any more than a few mere seconds, not even a minute.  It also says on her profile that she likes horror movies.  Maybe somebody knows that come Sunday, she'll be in one; one that she loses, of course.  She doesn't have the courage to even try to beat me; she's like a bug that will be smashed underneath my heel.  A worthless waste of talent on the roster and I'm not sure that she even has any talent when you think about it.  I think she is only riding her brother's coattails into the world of wrestling, even though I am not sure of his accomplishments either.  Maybe they're both a waste of space, I really don't know.  And I really don't care, either.  Moving on. . .

       Now onto Mimi Winters.  This chick is like the invisible woman because I legit do not know anything about her.  She's like somebody that signs with the company then is all hush hush until it suits her to speak up.  Which is all fine and dandy, but then she better not go bitching when she doesn't like what I say about her because there is literally nothing to say about her that could be any good.  She even looks like she belongs in California; she looks like that type of girl.  I'm sure you know the type, right?  The short shorts, itty bitty bikini, the works?  Yeah, that looks like who she should be exactly.  But maybe she's not, maybe I have her pegged all wrong.  Maybe her and I could be friends in some weird world, I don't know.  I don't even know how to have friends.  Do you have to feed and water them daily?  I am getting off track here.  Mimi is that girl that is quiet but she will stir some trouble out, she's probably one to watch out for.  And I don't mean in a good way, because she probably won't be super spectacular in the ring, but she'll be the one to stir up some trouble backstage because I can just tell from looking at her.  You'll have to watch out for her troubles, you know.

       Now onto me.  I should be the one to shine in this match; the one to claim all the glory.  Because only God knows that you can't rely on dimwits such as Jemma Asar and Mimi Winters.  Those girls are girls who live in their own worlds.  How do you know that those two girls won't leave after a few weeks of trying it out but found out in the end couldn't hack it?  How will it look on you?  Those girls don't even really care about this business.  They're the type of girls that do something just because it looks like fun and something that gets a lot of attention for having such beautiful women hired and that's all they really are; pretty faces.  And I will enjoy smashing their pretty little faces into the mat, destroying the only thing they have going for them.  Poor girls.  But in the end, it will be better for the company, trust me.  You'd rather have somebody be winning matches that knows what the fuck she's doing rather than some little twit prancing around backstage acting like she's worth something.

       I'm going to be the one to burst out as somebody to watch in this company.  Then that so called Bombshell Champion that runs around here acting like she's all that and more will be on alert.  I know this only my second match here in SCW but this will be the one to set me apart from the others that do not matter in this company.  The girls that won't last and won't be around for more than a month or two.  Girls that have decided that they didn't have what it takes or that they couldn't hack it against the ones that could and the ones that showed up on a regular basis.  I'll be the one to make waves in this company and waves for good, not for negativity.  I hope you're looking forward to watching because I'm looking forward to making one of those bitches bleed through their mouths.  Ciao!

    <3 Mikah.

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Climax Control Archives / ∞Getting Away With Murder∞
« on: November 21, 2014, 06:57:34 PM »
 
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    Getting Away with Murder

    ∞|New York City, New York|∞scene i

    If anybody was considered manipulative, it would be Mikah.  She knew how to use the people around her to her advantage and she's always been like that in her entire career.  When she was running around a previous company with one of her closest friends, she used  that to get what she wanted.  It only seemed fitting that she would join another company with so many opportunities set in front of her and the first opportunity was her going up against a girl named Cynthia Warren with some sort of claim as “The Nurse”, which Mikah found odd but whatever.  She didn't have to worry about Cynthia's claim as “The Nurse” as it didn't matter anything to her.

    However, she did have to worry about the fact that the plane to Nevada was delayed and she was NOT a happy camper.  But throwing daggers via looks at the lady who made the announcement of the delayed flight.  Mikah could sit there, next to Gavin and shoot the lady daggers, all that she wanted to but it wasn't going to help her situation.  She made a hmph noise as she crossed her arms over her chest as she sat in the not-so-crowded terminal.  It didn't seem to bother Gavin at all as he was absorbed into whatever game he liked to play on his laptop.  And he's told Mikah several times what it was called, she just simply didn't pay attention to the name of the game; that was his forte, not hers.


    ;;Mikah  â€œHow can you just sit there?!  I had plans to do things when we got there!  And now I have to either cancel them or push the times back!”


    Gavin rolled his eyes at his overly dramatic fiancee before giving her a slight look, telling her to calm down.  She gave him a look of irritation before crossing her arms over her chest again, just to prove how frustrated she was with the whole ordeal.  If looks could kill, Gavin and that lady could have just dropped dead.  It didn't help that she had chosen to go for a two and a half hour run instead of arriving much earlier at the airport, then they would have already been on a plane and more than half way to their destination.  Which was why she wasn't trying to press it too much with Gavin.

    ::Gavin  â€œYou know, it's all your fault anyways.  If you didn't have to go on fifty runs a day, we could have been here earlier and we wouldn't have ran into this problem.  So just relax, we will be on our way as soon as they can make us get there.”


    Mikah mocked him a little bit in a childish manner before poking him just to irritate him in a small way but not to piss him off.  She knew that he didn't like her going on that many runs but he couldn't stop her unless he physically locked her in a closet and refused to let her out.

    ;;Mikah  â€œFine, if you want a fat girlfriend, I'll stop running and eat more.  But remember, that was your choice, not mine.”


    She gave him a smile before he gave her a look before looking her over before rolling his eyes and muttered something about fat, yeah right under his breath.  She leaned against him, making him almost automatically put his arm around her shoulders as she kind of cuddled up to him, pulling her legs underneath her to get comfortable.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI just want everything to go alright for my first match with this company.  You know, first match and all, has to be impressive.”

    Gavin smiled a bit at her before leaning down and kissing her lips quickly to reassure her that she'll do just fine.  She gave him a small, sheepish smile before letting herself rest against him as they waited to get on the airplane to go to Nevada as they both had matches and they both wanted to win their first match, just like everybody else wanted the win.  But they were determined to be better prepared for their own matches.  They had to win, there was no other choice.

    ||Lady  â€œThe flight to Laughlin, Nevada is ready to board.  All passenger's that are going to Laughlin, Nevada may board the plane now.”

    Mikah smirked as she sat back up before quickly standing up and fixing the short skirt of her dress before grabbing her carry-on bag before looking at Gavin as he took his time in putting his laptop away.  She struggled to remain patient as he slowly pulled himself up to his feet and then slowly swung his bag over his shoulder smirking at her.  She glowered at him before hitting his shoulder, causing him to rub it.

    ;;Mikah  â€œYou are taking forever on purpose, Gavin!”

    He feigned a look of innocence and confusion as he continued to rub the spot on his shoulder that she had hit him in.

    ::Gavin  â€œI was not!  You didn't have to hit me, now I'm gonna have a bruise for a week.”

    She rolled her eyes at him before giving him a look, tilting her head to the side as he tried to put a pout on his seriously handsome face.

    ;;Mikah  â€œSeriously!?  I didn't even hit you that hard!  But c'mere...”

    She didn't give him the chance to say no as she pulled him into her and leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed her lips against his own, kissing him right in the middle of the terminal.  She pressed her body against him just a bit as she grabbed his t-shirt in her fist, holding him to her as she kissed him, almost full on making out in the terminal before she pulled away from his kiss.

    ;;Mikah  â€œTime to board the plane, Mr. Stephens.  I have to kick some nurse's ass.”

    She winked at him as she headed towards the line to get on the plane and he followed close behind as they awaited to start their journey in the company.

    ∞|Laughlin, Nevada|∞scene ii

    She stood there in a dark room as people helped her prepare her upcoming promo, which she had came up with the idea and recruited make up people and lighting people to help her set up a room for it.  She didn't even know how it came to be or how she thought of it but she was already feeling goosebumps on her skin as they moved around her applying things to her skin and around her feet as she stood completely still, waiting for them to be ready.  She only took breaths when she needed to, otherwise she was perfectly still as they did as she told them to before, explaining her vision for the work for her promo.  She ran her teeth over her bottom lip as she stood still.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAre we ready yet?”


    She was beyond bored and she was just plain tired of standing there, trying to be still as the people around her did their job.  She breathed in slowly before letting the breath out as as she watched them before the woman to her left nodded her head.  Mikah watched as everybody around her dispersed, only leaving Mikah alone with the camera man.  She took a deep and steady breath as she connected eyes with the man before tersely nodding her head, allowing him to start recording.

    As the camera starting rolling, the lights flickered on to show the room with white walls and a few posters on the walls splattered with what looked like blood.  The blood was everywhere, including around Mikah's feet and all over her body, covering her body in splashes.  Some of it was on her cheek, chest, coating her ring attire, and was splashed around the floor in puddles and pools.  It looked almost exactly like a scene from the TV show, Dexter.


    ;;Mikah  â€œThere's been...a little accident.”


    She smirks at the camera, a slightly crazy look evident in her eyes as she stood still in the blood, letting her body be seen with blood splotches seen on her skin.  She looked down at her blood covered body before looking like a room.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI just couldn't...control myself you see.  I just...it just happened.”

    She reached up with her blood covered right hand and ran her fingers through her platinum blonde locks, streaking some red in her hair.  She runs her tongue slowly over her bottom lip, a crazed look in her eyes as she looks at the camera tilting her head to the right just a bit.

    ;;Mikah  â€œThe blood...got everywhere and I can't keep it a secret anymore...”

    She winked at the camera before falling down to her knees into a puddle of blood, causing it to splash up onto her face and around her.

    ;;Mikah  â€œIt's not easy getting away with murder...but it is...if there's no body involved.”

    She leaned back on her legs, sitting on her knees as she watched the camera, the crazed look still in her eyes.  She once again tucked her hair behind her eyes, smearing blood across her ears as she did so.

    ;;Mikah  â€œBut the blood has to be the hardest thing to get rid of, to clean up, and dispose of.  Because even after I clean the mess all up, there will be traces of it left behind.  She will...never feel anything ever again.  This is all that remains of her career, this all that's left, the blood and sweat that she poured into her career is all right here, in this room.  I stole it from her when I murdered her career and guess what?  I am going to get away with it and she's going to wish that she stuck with nursing full time and not signing a wrestling contract.”

    She looked at the camera again, a smirk playing on her pretty face.  The she that she was talking about was none other than her opponent, Cynthia Warren whom she was up against at Climax Control.  She didn't care about the woman, found her disposable and cheap and she didn't care if the whole thing was a gruesome idea, she felt like it worked.

    ;;Mikah  â€œShe doesn't even look like a wrestler but she does loo like she should stick to nursing, which is probably the only thing that she is good at.  She probably thinks that she's here to save the bombshell's division but that's wrong because she couldn't even save her own career, as you see all the blood here.  She couldn't keep her own career's life afloat, so maybe she could try her hand at nursing, with the degree that she had supposedly earned in college.”

    Mikah snickered at the thought of college and she sneered at the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI suppose, since you went to college you believe yourself to be better than everybody else, am I right?  You probably look down upon me because I had no urge to go to college to get that degree.  While you were off achieving that degree, girl, I was off becoming successful in being a wrestler, not some crummy nurse.  If I wanted to be associated with a nurse, I would have gone to a hospital, not hung around here to be put in a match with a second-rate nurse.”

    She tilts her head to the side again, a thought trailing through her mind.  She knew absolutely nothing about this Cynthia Warren chick but she did do some reading up on the girl.  She found out that she was still a nurse and was also trying to be a wrestler at the same time.

    ;;Mikah  â€œI hope you can multi task, girl.  Because I'm not going to spend my time in wondering whether you know you're wrestling or you're nursing at the moment because that is a waste of my precious time and I have better things to do.  As will you, once this match is said and done.  You will have all the pieces of your career left to pick up and put together.  But I believe that it will be hard for you to do such a thing, girl.  See, you can't bottle up all of this blood that I have soaked out of your career in just one match.  You will have to work much harder into getting your career back into life because of how I murdered it in just one single match.  You will look pathetic when this is all said and done and you realize that you don't have a life in wrestling, just a shitty, pathetic dream that you shouldn't have tried to follow.”

    She shook her head to emphasize her points she stayed sitting on her knees in the pool of blood around her.  She looks down, looking at the blood surrounding her and she shudders to herself a bit.

    ;;Mikah  â€œTo think that you're this pathetic, girl.  That I will be having my debut match against you and this, this is what I will achieve; how to get away with murder of one's career.  Will you even be able to show your face once this happens?!  I don't think so.  I think you will suffer a mental breakdown just like your weak, pathetic moron of a husband and won't be able to comprehend what has happened to you, and your life and your career.  You will have wasted your time and your husband's time in training you when you realize your life is nothing but a flop.  And I will laugh because I can.  And because it will be because of me.”

    She smirks at the camera as she cups some of the blood in her hands and brings it up, chest level and watches it pour and slip down her arms, fascinated how it slides and drips down her skin.  She looks up once more, her eyes catching the camera.

    ;;Mikah  â€œAnd I can't help but to feel proud of the fact that I'm going to be the one to bleed your career dry, to murder it so that there is no choice for you to but to start over.  And I'm going to enjoy it.  I'm going to enjoy carrying that little thought around with me as I compete in this company, take over the spot that you couldn't handle being in because girl, you've failed at capturing a shot at the title.  Which ultimately means that you're a big, fat, failure turtle.”

    She looks up at the camera, a smirk on her face once more.

    ;;Mikah   “I really hope you enjoy failing because after this Sunday, that's the only thing that you're going to be good at.”

    Mikah popped her finger into her mouth and sucked off some of the blood as the camera was still filming her actions.

    ;;Mikah  â€œMmm.   Until next time, ciao!”

    Mikah waited until the camera man nodded his head, informing her that the camera was off before she stood up and looked at her body and the mess of the fake, edible blood that was coating her skin and clothes.  She knew that she was going to have a fit about it but it couldn't be helped, she'd just have to shower and hopefully coax Gavin into showering with her.  She glanced over her shoulder as she began to walk away, leaving fake bloody footprints behind her as she walked down the hallways to find her loveable fiance.

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Character Building Roleplays / ;;Contracts
« on: November 14, 2014, 10:55:32 PM »
 
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    Running was something Mikah was good at but it wasn't something she'd always been good at.  She had to work herself up to a mile and then so on but now she was a pro at it.  What she wasn't a pro at, was not making her boyfriend a ticking time bomb.  Of course, it didn't help that she purposely jabbed at him so he'd get mad so she could go on a 4th run of the day without having to answer any of his stupid, annoying questions that he sometimes liked to ask when she went on a run.  Like, when was the last time you ate?  Or when was the last time you took a nap?  Or how much sleep did you get last night?  See, stupid questions.  And that was the case last night.

    She kept poking and poking at him on Twitter to get him to get mad at her and it worked but it also made her irritated with him at the same time.  So she went on her run, that lasted for two and a half hours before she returned, showered, and then climbed into bed with Leighton, snuggling up with her daughter for the entire night.  She didn't want to face Gavin, so instead she spent the night in her nine year old daughter's queen sized bed.

    And here she was finishing up the first run of the day around 10 am, having already been out for two and a half hours.  She didn't know if Gavin was up or if he was sleeping and she didn't know if she cared just yet.  She shivered as she started to walk up the sidewalk that would lead to her front door.  She knew better than to run in the freezing cold but that didn't stop her, not one bit.

    She pushed the door open to the house to see her Alaskan Klee Kaii puppy, Dexter running toward her.  She smiled and squatted down and scratched him behind the ears before kissing the top of the puppy's head.  She glanced into the living room to see her nine year old little girl sitting on the couch, watching How to Train Your Dragon 2 for only the 100th time that week.


    ;;Mikah  â€œI'm going to take a shower, Leighton then we can go get lunch somewhere.  Would you like that?”


    Leighton's head turned in the direction of her mother's voice and she nodded her head, as she tried to both look at her mother and watch the television screen.

    !!Leighton  â€œOkay, mom.”

    Mikah smiled before jogging up the stairs, Dexter trailing behind her as he pounced up the stairs.  She knew that Gavin would be sleeping still as she had read about his little bar outing with one Andrew Watts.  And she frankly didn't care about the trouble he could have gotten into.  She walks into the bedroom, shutting Dexter out before walking into her huge walk-in closet.  She looked at the rows and rows of clothes that were hanging in her closet that were sorted by seasons and then into colors.  She walked over to the winter area and pulled out a pair of grey and white nordic like printed leggings before grabbing a heather gray sweater to pair with it.

    She grabbed a clean bra and the matching panties to go with it before walking out of the closet to see Gavin sleeping in the middle of the bed, in what appeared to be a face-down position.  She rolled her eyes to herself before walking into the master bathroom to take a shower.  She clicked the door shut behind her before setting her clothes on the counter in the bathroom to start her huge shower.


    3 HOURS LATER

    Mikah and Leighton walked back into the house after spending a small portion of the late morning and early afternoon in the heart of the city.  They ate at a little bistro that they enjoyed and by ate, Mikah mainly pushed things around on her plate and ate her salad.  Then they grabbed a sandwich with a bag of chips and a drink for Gavin before they went on a little shopping spree.  Mikah watched as her daughter skipped away happily and Mikah just shook her head before walking into the kitchen to put Gavin's sandwich in the fridge along with his drinks.

    She almost didn't get him anything but Leighton had asked if they should.   Mikah smiled at the thought of her own daughter being more compassionate than her mother and she was so distracted by the thought that she ran straight into Gavin as he stood in the kitchen, shirtless drinking a bottle of water.  She took a few steps backwards before looking at him, blinking a few times as if it was such a surprise to see him standing in the kitchen.  

    However, she didn't say anything but thrust the sandwich into his chest so that he would grab it before she turned to go to the other room.  If anything was ever wrong between them or they were in a fight, she ignored and avoided, effectively giving him the silent treatment.  She didn't know if it worked or not because she didn't keep track.  She watched as he looked down at the sandwich before looking at her and raising an eyebrow in her direction.


    ::Gavin  â€œContracts are here.  They faxed them over about an hour ago.  I signed mine, just waiting for you to sign yours so we can fax them back.”

    Mikah nodded her head, understanding what he was saying and then she watched as he pointed to the table, indicating that the papers were there.  She ran a hand through her straight blonde locks before walking over to the table and taking a seat to read the contract.  She hums softly to herself as her eyes look over the document.  She wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a complete waste of her time like the last place her and Gavin were employed and that would only be considered a joke.

    She grabbed the same ink pen that Gavin had used and signed her name on the dashed line.  She then set the pen down and got up to leave the room, the silence lingering between the two.  Well, her silence as Gavin had spoke to her about the contracts.  She couldn't tell if he was still mad or not but she was going to stay silent for the time being.  She went to walk out of the kitchen but he grabbed her upper arm to stop her.  She looked up at him as if to say what but she didn't let the words slip out.


TBC by Gavin

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