“Frustrations.”
LOCATION: Copenhagen, Denmark.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 5.
SCENE: i
REC
Tuesday, April 29, 2025.
TIME:11:55 a.m..Mikah had enlisted Leighton to travel with them over the last several weeks and until the overseas tour was over to have her watch the kids when they both wanted to be in the gym or on the off chance that they were booked on the same night and needed their gaggle of kids corralled. Mikah had booked a huge suite at a five star, luxury hotel that had three bedrooms. And then booked Leighton her own room. She let Lindsay have her own room while KJ and Myles shared one. She figured that Ridley would probably end up in bed with her and Kris anyways. She had lined Leighton up for the day, making sure that she could handle KJ, Lindsay, Myles, and Ridley before she went to the gym. She knew that Kris wouldn’t be there right away and it would give her a few hours to release some of her own frustrations before he got there.
She got to the gym around 8:45 a.m. and was surprised to find the gym empty as she and Kris had requested. She hated training around other people and would much rather spend the money for it to only be her and those she liked, which weren’t many. She sets her things down on a chair as she looks at the ring but she couldn’t do that until Kris got there. However, she could strength train and do a work out for a while. She wasn’t sure when her husband would show up, but she wasn’t too worried about it.
A few hours later, noises of frustration could be heard throughout the gym. She had already gone for a run on the treadmill, lifted weights, and did the elliptical. She took a break and scrolled through social media, which probably wasn’t the best idea. She also checked on Leighton with the kids, and they were doing fine. But she was growing just a little frustrated that Kris hadn’t shown up yet but she knew that he didn’t have a match this coming weekend, but she did. And it was against a competitor that wasn’t Cassie Wolfe. Mikah knew that Alicia Lukas wasn’t one to be underestimated and that she couldn’t just breeze by her as if she was nothing. She knew she had to put in the work to get the win on Sunday. It was going to be a battle and she was going to do everything that she could to ensure that it was her arm that is raised on Sunday and not Alicia’s.
And then to top it all off, she saw a tweet that was sent from Christian Underwood himself to her husband, in a reply to one of her husband’s posts. And of course, she wasn’t frustrated at her husband because he cannot control what others said, but she was still frustrated nonetheless. She was trying her best to get her frustration out before Kris got to the gym, but it was only a ticking time bomb that was in her head. She had gotten pretty good at communicating with Kris over the years and she wasn’t bottling things up anymore, but this time, Kris wasn’t around and it was only festering in her head.;;Mikah “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”She grumbles to herself as she hits the punching back in front of her. She had taped her hands up to protect them from the work out she was doing with the hanging punching bag. She hits the bag again, as hard as she can and whips around as she hears a voice behind her.::KRIS “So, am I free to assume your morning hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows…?”Her eyes narrow at him as she sees her husband standing there, having just shown up.;;Mikah “You’re late.”She points out to him, her voice flat and almost void of emotion. But the emotion was there in her eyes and he had gotten pretty good at reading her emotions and body language.::KRIS “I am here now. We still have the place to ourselves. No harm done.”He raises his right hand innocently, and makes the exaggeratedly slow move to lift his bag off of his shoulder and put it down on the mat.::KRIS “I figured you'd want to be warmed up and ready to go before hitting the ring anyways. Was I wrong?”She just gives him a look as she pushes the punching bag she was using and then walks over to a chair and sits down. It wasn’t his fault that Christian Underwood said what he said, but that didn’t mean that she had to be happy about it.;;Mikah “I’ve been here nearly three hours. I think I’m more than warmed up. And had time to check in on Leighton and the kids. I see that Ridley didn’t weasel her way into coming with you.”It wasn’t a fair statement to make as they both often gave into what the nineteen month old demanded. But right now, she was okay with pointing the blame at her husband.;;Mikah “I hope you got enough sleep? Or have had enough caffeine this morning, at least.”She wasn’t really looking at him as she was focusing on taking the tape off of her hands. She didn’t need it in the ring and really only used it when she hit the punching bag. She glances over at him but then glances back down at her hands. She takes the last pieces of tape off and gets up, brushing past him to toss the tape into the nearby trashcan.::KRIS “Neither? Although, now I feel less bad about convincing Ridley to stay behind since you clearly woke up and chose violence today.”He spins as she moves around him. He had definitely picked up on the hostility in her voice and wasn't going to take his eyes off of her in case whatever was bubbling up to the surface finally exploded.::KRIS “....and you are better than me in the ring. I can't keep up with you like you want for as long as you can go. You need a head start or I am absolutely useless to you.”She turns around to give him a slightly agitated look as he claims that she is better than him. She never believed that was anywhere close to the truth.;;Mikah “You say that so confidently that you make me almost want to believe that it’s true.”It was a constant argument, even jokingly between them. But there is a slight edge to her voice that gives the inclination that maybe she wasn’t joking this time.;;Mikah “And….I haven’t chosen violence today, I’m fine.”It was hard to convey that she wasn’t really frustrated with him, but he’s her husband and usually gets the rough side of her emotions.;;Mikah “I just want this weekend to be over and move on. Or not, whichever.”She simply shrugs her shoulders as she walks just a little bit closer to him. She tries her best to take a deep breath and erase the frustrated feeling, but it wasn’t budging.;;Mikah “Are you ready to just…get in the ring?”She pauses for a moment, a smirk on her face.;;Mikah “Or would you rather go back to the room and release some … frustration that way..”She winks at him in a suggestive manner. She can tell that he at least considers the thought before shaking his head.::KRIS “That seems like a much more productive use of my time and talent, but I don't think it would help you beat Alicia.”He makes a move towards the ring, but reconsiders his words almost instantly.::KRIS “Then again, I am not sure what I can do on that front either. I am pretty sure she would kick my ass too. ”She visibly rolls her eyes at her husband’s words as she gets up onto the apron and then gets in the ring.;;Mikah “You know, for being the company’s fu–favorite, you sure don’t have much confidence in your own abilities.”She gives him a look as she stands in the middle of the ring. She was going to curse but she was trying not to use such language at him or in conversation with him. And she had been doing better.;;Mikah “I’m pretty sure that you could get wins handed to you on a golden platter if your opponents wouldn’t throw a hissy fit.”She reaches up and pulls her hair up into a messy bun and secures it with a ponytail holder that she’d been keeping on her wrist.::KRIS “My strategy is more about adapting and overcoming.”Instead of hopping up onto the apron, Kris lays flat and rolls under the bottom rope before quickly popping up to his feet.::KRIS “I get beat on a lot, and then get lucky. Maybe it is my hard head. Maybe it is stubbornness. Maybe there is some kind of skill to it that I am too dumb to understand. I don't know. It works.”He shrugs his shoulders.::KRIS “I use myself as a wrecking ball and hope for the best. If I tried to do things your way I would have never made it to any main events.”She raises an eyebrow at him.;;Mikah “My way? What do you mean?”She watches him, her eyebrows sort of furrowing together as she watches him for a moment. He was definitely more agile than she was and definitely had a different type of ring style than she did.;;Mikah “I’m not sure I did it that much differently than you did. Or other people did. But it doesn’t really matter anyways.”She brushes it off as she looks at him.;;Mikah “You’re still…you. And adored.”She was trying her best to just let it go but she couldn’t.;;Mikah “By the way, I’m not…it’s nothing to do with you. The whole ‘choosing violence’ thing…”She didn’t want him to think that it was him that she was mad at, because it wasn’t. But it was definitely coming off that way.::KRIS “I didn't say or think that it was. I am awesome. I knew it couldn't be me. I also never said that I thought it was a bad thing. I hope you get mad. I hope you stay mad. That blind rage turns into spiteful determination, and then nobody survives getting in your way.”She was slightly surprised to see that he wasn't taking it personally even though he was still totally walking around on eggshells.::KRIS “You'll need that. Use it. This one won't be easy like the first round.”She raises an eyebrow at him.;;Mikah “Are you implying that I needed to cheat to win? Because I didn’t. I only did that for funsies and to piss Cassie off. And it worked.”She knew that he wasn’t but she wanted to bring it up and didn’t know when she would get another opportunity. She walks closer to him and sort of circles around him before she teasingly trips him to make him land on his back. She moves quickly to straddle his waist and grabs his arms to playfully pin his arms down to the mat.;;Mikah “I wonder if you’d still be Christian’s favorite if he knew how easily I could pin you.”She scrunches her nose at him, her face just above his.;;Mikah “Or perhaps he’d be jealous…”He is able to overpower her to get his arms free, and starts to sit up, even with her full weight on top of him. However, the moment his back is off the mat Mikah effortlessly raises her legs to his shoulders, locks her ankles, and falls backwards, dragging him along for the ride. They roll through, with Mikah landing in the exact same position on top of him. ::KRIS “Several would be jealous, but Christian wouldn't even be surprised.”Nor did Kris seem surprised that his attempt at an escape hadn't worked. Trying a new strategy, he arches his back for momentum before attempting to power her up again. This time she leans back to counter, but falls into his trap. He is able to hook his legs around her body and pull her backwards as he sits up. However, she rolls through and back to her feet. Before he can react she leaps, plants both knees into his shoulders and drives him back into the mat, this time with force.::KRIS “See what I mean. Three hours in and this is child's play to you. I am meant to be in the air. You'd tear me apart on the mat.”She winks at him a little bit.;;Mikah “You’re still better than I am, or at least enough to be considered main event material and saved for the going home show. But I suppose you’ll work as a stand in for Alicia. And then after this, we can go do whatever we want.”She winks at him before going to move off of him.;;MIKAH “Even if that is each other.”She winks at him as she straightens out her top and then fixes her bottoms next as they had rose up in places that she didn’t appreciate./::KRIS “Well, you might not be the main event, but there's always the chance that the two of you will steal the show anyways, even with J2H and then a Championship match going on after you.”As she stands, he attempts to sweep her legs out from under her, but she leaps his foot effortlessly. ::KRIS “The way I see it, nobody can top what you two can do in that ring. I am glad I don't have to follow you. Hell, I am glad not to have to share the same card as the two of you. I'd hate to be in a main event that nobody remembers because all that mattered were two of the best bombshells trying to maim one another.”She hesitates for a moment, her eyes looking him over and thinking about what he was saying.;;Mikah “I think you’re trying to flatter me. Because you’re probably the only person who sees it like that. Or believes that it will be like that. But it’s sweet and supportive. And it makes me love you that much more.”Her mood had easily shifted out of the frustrated one she had been in earlier and now into a much lighter one. One that was a lot more manageable and the anger was pretty much gone.;;MIKAH “And I do, by the way. If I haven’t told you lately.”She scrunches her nose at him.;;MIKAH “Love you, that is.”-----------------------------------------------------------------
“Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown.”
LOCATION: Copenhagen, Denmark..
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC
Friday, May 2, 2025.
TIME: 9:45 p.m.The scene first shows Rosenborg Castle sitting in the dark, only lit up by a few street lights before it moves inside into what could be considered the main hall of the castle. Or the hall that a Queen’s throne could be placed in. When the camera moves closer to the front of the hall, Mikah can be seen sitting sideways in the chair. Her back was against one armrest and her legs were draped over the other. On her head is a crown that she’s placed crookedly on her head. She is sporting a pair of skinny jeans tucked into a pair of black stiletto booties and a simple black cropped top and a black leather jacket.“Heavy is the head that wears the crown…”She doesn’t look at the camera as she stares up at the ceiling, enjoying herself and finding comfort in the way that she is sitting.“They say it with such reverence, like it’s some noble burden. Like the ones who wear it deserve our sympathy. Like queens are made of porcelain and not steel. But let me make one thing absolutely clear, Alicia: I’m not one of those fragile little fairytale queens. I don’t need your pity and I don’t want your applause. And I sure as hell don’t need your delusions of grandeur tainting the legacy I built with my perfectly manicured nails.”She lifts her hands up to look at her nails, that were perfectly done just for this shot.“Do you see this crown?”She points to the crown that adorns her head.“This crown was never meant for you. It was too heavy for your hollow little skull, too sharp for your soft little hands. But I? I was born to wear it. I carry the weight of dominance, expectation, and envy like it’s nothing—because I am everything.
And you?
You’re just another girl playing dress-up in my shadow.”She glances at the camera, a smirk on her face before she looks back up at the ceiling.“You’ve been chasing my ghost since the day I walked out of this company in 2018 for a brief retirement. You broke my records, wanting the attention and notoriety that I had. Since the day I owned the Bombshells division, not because I begged for the spotlight but because I commanded it and I fucking took it. I didn't need to beg the audience for respect, Alicia—I took it. I earned it.”She hesitates for a moment before continuing on.“And while you weren’t even in this company or relevant, I don’t remember which and I honestly don’t care to look it up, I was out there breaking records, breaking spirits, and breaking bitches like you.”She waves off the thought with her hand.“Let’s not rewrite history. You only ever found relevance because I stepped away, there was nobody else left that could handle the weight of the Bombshell’s division. I left a void, and you crawled into it like a parasite, clinging to what little was left of my spotlight. But now I’m back. And guess what?
Your time’s up.”She points to her wrist as if she was wearing a watch and to signal that Alicia’s time is almost up.“You keep screaming about your legacy. You talk about building this division, uplifting others, carrying the torch. Blah, blah, blah. It’s exhausting.”Mikah covers her mouth as she fake yawns.“Do you know what happens when I talk about my legacy? My previous accomplishments? They get dismissed or waved off because I couldn’t possibly be that same Mikah that I was years ago. Well guess what? I’m not, I’m better. But your legacy...”She looks at the camera with a smirk on her face.“Your “legacy” is a poorly written soap opera, Alicia. You’re the woman who almost mattered, who almost made a difference. The one who nearly made history. The forever bridesmaid with the broken glass slippers.
You’re not a queen.
You’re the court jester.”She waves her hand again, making a movement as if she was waving a wand or a scepter of some sort.”But that’s not to dismiss the fact that you have had some kind of career here in SCW. And that you’re not one of the dime a dozen floozies that this company seems to walk in and out of those doors on the regular. You at least have some grit and you are more than competent in the ring. However, that doesn’t mean that you should get everything you’re demanding…”She simply shrugs her shoulders at the thought.“You talk about respect like it’s currency, and in that case, you’re broke. Bankrupt. Because respect isn’t given—especially not to someone like you. It’s taken. And the moment you stepped into this tournament, you should have known you were walking into my world. Not a level playing field, because when I’m involved, there’s never a level playing field. Not a friendly competition. A slaughterhouse—and I’m the butcher.”She takes a deep breath before moving to get a little more comfortable in the chair.”Let’s talk about your last few matches, shall we?”She moves finally to sit up and she adjusts the crown on her head so it doesn’t fall off and clatter to the floor.“You stumbled through them. Dragged your legacy behind you like a corpse. Tried to convince everyone that the old Alicia still exists. But she doesn’t, she’s gone. Buried under your own insecurities, crushed by the weight of a crown you never could handle, and could never carry but you at least tried. When you look in the mirror you see a warrior. However, when I look at you, I see somebody that doesn’t have what it takes anymore.. You’re a museum piece, Alicia—dusty, outdated, and forgotten.”She looks around the room before looking back at the camera.“You keep showing up with your speeches about resilience and heart like anyone gives a damn. This isn’t a fucking Disney movie. There are no happy endings here, not for you or anybody else in this tournament. Especially not for someone who thinks hard work alone equals greatness. You can train all you want, you can scream until your voice cracks. But it will never make you me.
Because I don’t just show up—I take over.
I don’t adapt—I dominate.”The confidence is easily written in Mikah’s eyes as she looks square into the lens of the camera.“You call yourself the foundation of this division? Bitch, I’m the one who fucking burned it down to the ground and rebuilt it to what I wanted it to be. The only thing you can claim is that you were the first to break my record and even then, you’re not considered to be the best. That’s still me. But you’ve had your chances to try again but you’re no Amber Ryan and you’re no me. But you had a few lucky reigns.. And now?”A certain look of arrogance passes through her eyes as she leans forward.“Now it’s time you finally acknowledge the truth: you’re just the transitional era between my greatness. You call yourself a queen—but where’s your kingdom now? Scattered, shattered, and forgotten. You have no throne to return to, Alicia. No subjects to worship you. Because they’ve already chosen their ruler and it’s me.
You want to talk about champions? About greatness?
I don’t chase belts—I make them matter.”The confidence in her eyes was unmatched to any other look that she’s held before.“You’re chasing the Bombshell Championship like a lovesick teenager, clinging to it like it gave you purpose and me? I walked into this tournament to win a chance for that championship. But if I wanted to I could snatch whatever title I damn well please. Internet title? Mine if I want it. Roulette title? Cute, maybe for a laugh. Bombshells Championship? It’s already on reserve. I'm not in this tournament for a comeback story, I'm in it to remind the world that I never left the top.”She crosses one leg over the other as she gets comfortable on the throne.“And while you’re sitting backstage reflecting on your broken dreams and shattered pride, I’ll be standing in the center of the ring, wearing that crown like the weapon it is.”A smug looks passes through her eyes as she stares into the lens of the camera.“This isn’t your redemption arc, Alicia. This is your reckoning.”The silence settles as she lets her words sink in for a minute or so before continuing on.“You know what really gets me? You act like you’re still the measuring stick, like beating you actually means something. Like you’re the bar. Bitch, you’re not the bar—you’re the fucking floor. And I’m going to mop the floor with you come Sunday
You want to talk about passion? Drive? Determination?
Passion didn’t stop me from becoming the most talked-about Bombshell in the history of SCW, drive didn’t carry me through historic title reigns, and determination didn’t make me the name that the rookies whisper about in locker rooms. Talent did, skill did, charisma did. And you have none of those things—not anymore. Maybe at one point, you were those things but now? You’re just trying to cling onto what you once were in this company and what you want to prove that you can still be. But me?”She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side just a little bit.“I still have talent and charisma while you…you're a charisma vacuum. A walking sob story in knee-high boots. Every time you open your mouth, it’s like listening to a failed TED Talk wrapped in self-pity. If you want sympathy? Go cry on a podcast. If you want respect? Earn it, again. But you won’t, because deep down you know the truth.”She pouts her bottom lip out before shaking her head.“You can’t beat me. And you won’t beat me.”It was a bold statement to make but she didn’t care. She made her career out of making bold statements and she wasn’t about to sugarcoat it for Alicia.“You’ll come out with your best game face, your tights pulled up high, that same tired I’m still a fighter look in your eyes—and none of it will matter. Because I’m going to beat you, humiliate you, and leave your legacy lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of sorrow and regret.
And when the dust settles, I won’t just walk away.
I’ll stand there, holding my arm up high as the winner.”She raises her arm up as an example before placing it back down beside her.“You said it yourself, Alicia—heavy is the head that wears the crown. And maybe, just maybe, that weight crushed you because it was never meant for someone like you. But me?”She shrugs her shoulders a bit as she looks at the camera.“I was born wearing this crown. It’s in my blood. It’s in my bones. And whether it’s the Internet title, the Roulette title, or the Bombshells World Championship—I don’t just wear the crown.”She pauses for a moment.“I am the crown.”She reaches up and fixes the crown on her head so that it’s sitting straight on her head.“I am the headline, the nightmare, the inevitable.
And at Blast from the Past?
I end your delusion.
I end your story.”Again, she pauses as she lets her words sink in.“Maybe your appearance in this tournament would have been celebrated more—but the second my name was announced, all relevance turned away from you and the spotlight snapped back to where it belongs. And your little cheer squad? The ones still chanting your name like it means something? They’re not loyal—they’re nostalgic. They don’t believe in you, Alicia. They believe in who you used to be. They don’t chant because they expect you to win; they chant because they’re praying for a miracle. And when you crash and burn, they’ll move on like they always do.
But me? I don’t need their approval. I don’t need their applause. I’m not here to sell t-shirts or post motivational quotes on Instagram. I’m here to win. I’m here to dominate. I’m here to take back what was always mine.”There is no sympathy in her eyes as she keeps the focus on the camera.”The truth is, Alicia... deep down, I don’t even think you believe in yourself anymore. Every time you show up for one of these ‘comebacks,’ you sound more like someone trying to convince themselves they still matter, that they still have what it takes. You cut the same speech, wear the same scowl, and pretend this time it’ll be different—but it never is.
You’ve become a broken record. Skipping. Cracking. Uninspired. The sad part is, even you can hear it. That quiet doubt in your voice? That hesitation in your step? It’s the fear. The fear of facing someone like me. Because I’m not like Candy or Cassie Wolfe or Harper Mason. You know what I can do in the ring, because I’ve done it plenty of times before. And it’s the fear of knowing you don’t belong in the same ring anymore that is eating at you and forcing you to make a comeback.
But once I’m done with you? Once I’ve peeled back the layers of the lie you call a legacy? There’ll be nothing left for you to hide behind. No legend. No redemption arc. No still got it moment. Just silence. Just reality.
And Alicia? The reality is simple:
You don’t want this like I do.
You don’t need it like I do.
This isn’t your obsession—it’s your coping mechanism.”She tucks her hair behind her ears as she looks at the camera again.“And clearly, I need to remind you and everybody fucking else that there is only one name that matters in this division.”She stands up and straightens out her leather jacket.“And it’s mine.”She holds her chin up a little higher.“Say it with me. . .”A smirk crosses her face.“Mikah”She is quiet momentarily before smirking once again, the look rarely leaving her face.“And it’s time for everybody to bow down.”She moves and stands on the throne like chair.“To the fucking Queen.”
