[Christian Underwood]

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United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 06/20/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 06/21/2015  

[Mikah]

 
<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;">BLOGOSPHERE.
INTERWEBZ
|ON-CAMERA| 13 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i

So it’s been awhile since my last blog post, hasn’t it?  Like two or three weeks?   I don’t know, I don’t keep track; I’m not my own personal stalker.  Speaking of stalkers, I have had a stalker before in the past and I embraced it.  It didn’t help that my stalker was undeniably good looking and he was stalking me for recruitment so to speak.  Although, most people would question my sanity, seeing as I enjoyed being stalked by him but that’s neither here or now.  I don’t have a stalker here in SCW, do I?  Unless you count Veronica Taylor’s unhealthy obsession with me.  But seriously, that girl cannot keep my name out of her mouth.  Didn’t I already make an example out of her last week!?  I thought so.  I mean, I did beat her fair and square in the middle of the ring so she can’t claim that I cheated.  She’s laughable at best.  Moving on.

I’ve had this championship for like a month and I can honestly say there are perks to being a champion, don’t you think?  Like talking to that diva Christian Underwood in anyway that I see fit.  Although, to be completely honest with you, I would talk to him however I please whether I was champion or not.  He needs to grow a pair and stop acting like the female version of Justin Bieber.  People know who I am, not that they didn’t before, but they seem more focused on me now.  Although, practically everybody says that I don’t deserve to be champion and that I won a fluke win.  But I didn’t think making somebody tap out fair and square in the ring was a fluke.  If anything could be considered a fluke, it would be Raynin's championship reign but thankfully, I was here to get rid of that little blip in SCW's history!

Who was Raynin before I took the championship away from her?  I don't think anybody even really knows who she is or who she was.  She is probably the worst champion that the company's ever had.  And that's saying something because people like Amy Marshall, Misty, and Roxi Johnson have all held my championship before.  But luckily, I came along to bring back some prestige to the championship itself.  Somebody has to bring back the honor to it because most of those hideous, atrocious trolls that are known as Bombshells are thinking this is NOT the championship that is the spotlight of the Bombshell division.  They seem to think that any other championship that they can get their hands on is better.  But they're dead WRONG.  THIS is the championship that will rate you supreme on the grading scale.  You can't go any higher than this championship.  But go ahead, dwell on the smaller, insignificant championships because I really don't care.  I will appreciate MY championship like it deserves.

Right now, I'm in an airplane flying to Hawaii to see my very best friend and I can barely concentrate on the fact that I have a match to focus on in just less than two weeks.  A match that is laughable at best because I've already proven that I can beat that freak.  For fucks sake, I made her tap out and that's even better than pinning her in the ring.  Nobody can say that I cheated to attain my championship and they shouldn't even say that it's a fluke win, you can't make somebody tap out and it be a fluke.  It's just NOT possible!  Here, let me give you the definition of fluke:
         
               FLUKE:
            unlikely chance occurrence, especially a surprising piece of luck.

See, if anything that is the EXACT definition of Raynin and her pitiful, pathetic championship reign.  It happened on a rare occurrence but then again, so did Amy Marshall's championship reign so both reigns were nothing but a fluke.  And you people don't have to believe me but the truth is RIGHT there, in front of your face.  I wouldn't even really credit Delia's championship reign as important, but AT least she did hold onto the championship for more than a month or so.  So, I can't completely discredit her and her reign although I really want to.  Her and that Mean Girls shit is super annoying and nobody believes their little charade.  Or at least I don't, not for one bit.  But Raynin has absolutely nothing to do with the Mean Girls and for that, I am glad.  I don't want to go through that ordeal again for awhile.  Beating Veronica Taylor was good enough to satisfy me.

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.

I suppose, you all are getting tired of hearing about how I'm going to kick Raynin's pathetic ass, aren't you?  I could talk about it until I'm blue in the face and it's not going to matter.  It's not going to matter what I say because words aren't anything else you do something to back them up.  And oh do I plan on backing them up come that one, fateful Sunday.  She thinks she had it hard in our first match, she hasn't seen anything yet.  I plan on doing so much more than what I did in our first match.  I plan on making her bleed through her mouth after I crush her trachea.  The recovery time for her will take much more time than a few weeks that she hid away.  Oh well, I'll enjoy it.  See all you lovely fans soon!

XoXo, Mikah

Making Connections.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
|OFF-CAMERA| 8 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii

She'd only spent four days in Hawaii with her best friend, Christian Othniel and she still felt like they hadn't had any real time to do anything.  But she didn't want to stir up that much trouble with her husband.  He was already unhappy with her because she went to Hawaii without even talking to him about it.  She never was very good with making good choices and she usually didn't think things through, she usually just up and did them.  But now she was married, and up and doing things became harder because there were now consequences for her actions.  Ones that she most likely did not truly want to face.  

She sighs softly to herself as she sets her things down in the doorway and looks around the entrance of her house, curious where Leighton and her loving husband were.  She just simply shrugs her shoulders before pulling her suitcase into the laundry room and parking it there before going upstairs and into the bedroom that she shared with Gavin.  She raised an eyebrow, seeing that he wasn't there either.  She walks over to her dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties and a clean bra before walking into the bathroom.  She turns the tub to fill her jacuzzi tub.  She grabs her favorite cotton candy scented bubble bath and squirts some in before undressing and then stepping into the tub and sitting down to relax.

She stays in her jacuzzi tub for a good hour before deciding to shower off and then get off.  She takes a quick ten minute shower, washing her hair and body before wrapping a towel around her hair and one around her body.  She wipes the mirror off before drying herself off and then tugging her panties on and then putting her bra on.  It was a little odd that Gavin wasn't around, pestering her about joining her bath or who knows what.  But Mikah refused to worry about it, not wanting to think about it at the moment.

She walks into her bedroom and then into her walk in closet.  She picks out a neon coral and oatmeal striped t-shirt dress and slips it on as the doorbell rings.  She frowns as she tosses both towels into her hamper and then running her fingers through her wet hair.  She hears the doorbell again and sighs before hurrying downstairs to open the door.  She is surprised to see her brother Mitchell, his wife Jaicelyn, and their three kids.  She looked surprised to see them but then remembered that Mitchell had promised to show up with them.

&&Mitchell  â€œHello, Mikah.  You forgot, didn't you?”

She sighs before nodding her head and stepping off to the side to let them in.  Boston and London ran into the house in excitement, without bothering to even say hello to Mikah.

;;Mikah  â€œI've had a lot going on, okay?  I didn't mean to forget, it just happened.”

Mitchell just raises his hands up in the air as Jaicelyn goes and retrieves Boston and London, leaving Mitchell to carry the car seat.

&&Mitchell  â€œIt's okay, Mikah.  I know you have a busy life.”

Mikah just looks at him, a bit skeptically about him being there at her house.  It wasn't something that she had even thought about in the past four days.

;;Mikah  â€œSorry, please come sit down.”

She lead him into the living room, Jaicelyn and the children soon following behind Mitchell.  Mikah takes a spot on the love seat, leaving the couch for Jaicelyn, Mitchell, and the kids.  She crosses her legs as she looks at Mitchell and his wife then it hits her: Mikayla wasn't there with them.

;;Mikah  â€œWhere's Kayla, I thought she was going to tag along?”

Mitchell just shrugs his shoulders before taking the baby, Jersey out of the car seat.

&&Mitchell  â€œShe had something come up.  She feels horrible about not coming though.”

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure she does...”

They spent the next hour talking about absolutely nothing important.  Mitchell introduced his kids to her and vice versa.  She was starting to actually get used to having them around, which was a surprise to herself.  She never expected to feel okay with them being there, in her house.  She smiles at them as she hears the door open a good give away that her husband was home.  She takes a deep breath as she stands up, excusing herself as she gets up and walks to the entryway.  She knew that Gavin was mad at her and probably didn't even really want to see her but she needed to persuade him into getting along with her in front of her brother.

She looks at him as he walks into the house, Leighton traipsing along behind him.

♥♥Leighton  â€œMommy!  Hi!”

Leighton wrapped her arms around Mikah, hugging her mother close to her.  Mikah smiles before leaning down and kissing the top of Leighton's head.

;;Mikah  â€œI missed you, bug.”

Leighton beams up at her mother, always a happy child as Mikah's eyes flicker over to her husband, who just stared at her.  She chews on her bottom lip as she looks at him.

;;Mikah  â€œLook, I know you're mad at me.  But...my brother and his wife and children are here.  Can you please just...pretend to not be mad at me at the moment?  I don't need my brother going and telling my parents that I married an asshole.”

Gavin just looks at her, letting her wait as he stares at her.  She squirms, waiting for his answer before seeing the slight nod of his head.  She relaxed just a bit before grabbing his hand and tugging him into the living room to introduce him to her brother and his family.

The Truth.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
|ON-CAMERA| 8 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii

Mikah sits criss-cross style in the middle of a wrestling ring, her championship on display in front of her legs, propped up.  It was evident that she wasn't in a SCW wrestling ring, but one somewhere else in an empty arena.  She'd hired some guy to film it for her so she didn't have to be interrupted by getting up to move the camera.  Plus, it was easier that way and she didn't like to be interrupted anyways.  She adjusts her turquoise colored attire, fixing her top before placing her hands on her legs, unsure of how she wanted to go about this.  She lets the booming silence linger between her and the hired camera man.  She closes her eyes, imagining that the arena was filled up with fans.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you hear that?”

She tilts her head to the side, her straight blonde locks falling along with the movement.  She looks at the camera before letting a smirk slip across her face.

;;Mikah  â€œThat's the sound of silence.  The sound that Raynin will be hearing after I beat her fair and square in a week or so.  She won't be hearing cheering or booing, she will be hearing complete silence.  Why you ask?  Because nobody believes that I can retain the championship and go home with the win.  And I don't really know why they don't believe that I can because I am the champion.  They didn't believe I could beat Raynin for the championship not even a month ago but I did it, didn't I?  Obviously I did because it's sitting right here in front of me..”

She runs her fingertips over the top of the championship, letting her fingers tracing the outline of it.

;;Mikah  â€œYou wouldn't believe the perks there are when it comes to being a champion and quite honestly, I quite enjoy them.  I easily get snatched up for autograph signings and people have called wanting exclusive interviews with little ole me.  But of course, I'm not that type of person to go on some stupid talk show to talk about things that I don't even really care about.  I mean, come on.  I'm Mikah, thee SCW Bombshell champion!  I have much more important things to take care of.  Like that little tramp, Raynin.”

She flicks her hair behind her as she straightens her back up, sitting up straight.  She smiles at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's talk about this thing I'm sitting in, Raynin, shall we?”

Mikah pauses just for the dramatic effect and to basically act as if Raynin was agreeing with her.

;;Mikah  â€œThis right here is called a wrestling ring.  It's not something that you can just lightly walk into, expecting that you can easily get away with something when that is not going to be the case.  This is where I spend most of my time, here in a wrestling ring.  It's basically my second home.  I spend more time wrestling than I do with my child.  Most of those silly women that I work along with, as do you Raynin, seem to think that I can't hack it in a wrestling ring.  Well, I'm sorry to say that they're dead wrong.

I've been doing this since I was 20 years old, something some of you can even imagine at the moment.  That's EIGHT years in this business.  Eight years that I've poured my sweat and blood into, striving to be a better competitor than my competition.  And mostly, it's been successful.  My run here with SCW is proving to be successful, is it not?!  I'm already the champion and I've only been employed here seven months.  I've accomplished more in my first seven months than some of you so-called Bombshells accomplish in a year, here in your employment.”

She laughs a bit before once again flicking her hair over her shoulder again.

;;Mikah  â€œRaynin, the last time we stepped foot in a wrestling ring together, you clearly underestimated me.  You thought I was just some dumb blonde that didn't really know what she was doing in the ring.  You thought that you could easily just push me off to the side and easily catch the win.  But did that happen?  No, I brought it to that match and I was way more focused than I've ever been.  

You see, something's been ignited inside of me, some sort of passion and energy.  And it seems to have been restored in this business.  For a while, I thought what was the point of doing this anymore?  I was away from my child, something that ate away at my core because people would call me a bad mother.  And I always agreed with them because what kind of mother chose to wrestle over raise her own child?  But I know now that I am doing what I love and raising my child.  When I'm not there, I make sure she has the best people surrounding her.  Nothing is too good for my child, so I put all my energy back into focusing on my career, wanting to be the best once again.  And look what we have here. . .”

She grabs her championship and pulls it into her lap, letting her fingers run over the designs and letter on the faceplate.

;;Mikah  â€œHere is the proof that my focus and determination worked out for the better.  I was and I AM the better person, Raynin.  I'm the better competitor and I am going to prove to you again that you don't deserve to be the Bombshell Champion because that is solely my job now.  Clearly you didn't care enough to try harder because you didn't take my challenge seriously.  You brushed me under the rug as an after thought, surely thinking that there was absolutely NO way that I could beat you because what had I done in the past that was remarkable?!

You go over my history in SCW and you'll see that I won my first match against that woman that wants to be a diva, Cindy Warren.  You can tell that I still cared a lot at that point.  The next couple of matches were okay then we hit January where I was in a bit of slump, so to speak.  My heart just wasn't in it anymore.  It goes downhill from there till I take a leave of absence, just to get the spark back and it worked.  The few months that I took off seemed to work and get me back on track.  My win against Traci Patterson was not that significant in the slightest but it was a win that helped boost my energy just a little more.  But then there was another bump in the road...”

She stops for a moment, thinking about her train of thought before clearing her throat a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œThere was that match for the contract or whatever it was so that I could cash it in whenever I wanted to get a shot at the championship of my choosing.  I of course came up short in that match as well, something that bugged me a bit.  But then, much to my surprise, I get booked in a number one's  contender's match; a fatal four way match to be exact.  It was almost perfect that I would have gotten that opportunity, something that nobody saw coming.  I mean did I deserve that shot?  No, probably not but was I going to refuse it?  Hell no, I'm not a fucking retard like Veronica 'I'm a Model' Taylor.  I did my best in that match, giving it my all because I had wanted to win so badly just to have a shot at the championship.  And it so happens I won.  So maybe I took advantage of a bad situation but I did not ask that tramp Taylor to interfere in my match but it worked so I don't care.”

She just simply shrugs her shoulders for a moment.

;;Mikah  â€œThen I was booked in that fateful championship match the next week against you, Raynin!  It was like an adrenaline rush the entire week leading up to our match, something that I was excited for.  It had been a long time since I had competed for a championship and it ignited a spark bigger than I could have even thought!  Of course, you aren't that good, Raynin so I should've expected an easy win.  I mean, seriously, I just barely had my Cupid's Chokehold locked in and you were tapping out like the little bitch that you are!  It was absolutely invigorating to feel you tap out so easily.”

A smirk stretches across her face.

;;Mikah  â€œThat is my favorite part of our entire match, Raynin!  I love to watch that part over and over again and then repeat again.  It's something about the sheer panic that you felt as you tapped out and I could feel it, just by the way you had tapped out.  It wasn't something that you took lightly, either.  I knew that you didn't want to really tap out, not deep down anyways.  But you couldn't help it; it set a sheer panic off inside of you as you struggled to breathe as I tightened my grip on you, pulling your trachea tighter against my shin, threatening to crush it like I had promised.  Oh and how I wished that I had actually crushed it then maybe I wouldn't be here, focused on a match against you once again.  It's a shame that you haven't just disappeared yet because I am quite loving being on top of the Bombshell food chain and I am promising you and everybody else that is listening that I am going to have a very long reign as champion and you can bet on that.”

She pauses again, another smirk crossing her face.

;;Mikah  â€œSpeaking of bets, I wonder how many people are betting on our match, Raynin.  I wonder how many people think that you're going to win because it's obvious that you have no chance in fucking hell to win.  I'm not just going to lay down and let you pin me like I know you would want.  Oh no, Raynin.  I very much plan on wrapping my legs around your throat and pulling your trachea against my shin, threatening to crush it again.  But Raynin. . .”

She pauses again before leaning in a bit, a sinister look in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œThis time I promise that I won't let up and you will bleed through your mouth before I release you from my grip.  I will teach you what it's really like to be locked in that hold with no release in sight.  I took it easy on you the last time but not this time.  I will do what it takes to crush your trachea because it's what needs to be done for you to disappear for a while because nobody wants you around any more.  You're just an afterthought now and will probably be put in matches against Candy Overton and Jessie Salco, thee two most worthless Bombshells on the roster.  Because that's all you deserve now and I only wish that I could wipe your name from the record books.  I WISH that you weren't written in the record books as a former Bombshell champion.  My name associated with the likes of yours is not something I'm proud of but I am happy that it says that I beat you to take away this most precious title.”

She brings it up to her and kisses the faceplate before setting it back down.

;;Mikah  â€œI hope you're preparing yourself for out little battle, Raynin because I couldn't be more thrilled about it.  I hope to see you soon and by that I mean, see you tapping out.”

Mikah stands up and pulls her bottoms out of her butt before getting out the ring, slinging her championship over her shoulder as she leaves the hired camera man standing in the ring as she leaves.

Trouble in Paradise?
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
|OFF-CAMERA| 8 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iv

She sighs as she sits on her bed, leaning back against the headboard of her bed scrolling through her Twitter feed.  There wasn't much on there, really.  Just some of the usual drama that was always on there.  She glances up as the door to her bedroom opens and her husband, Gavin Stephens walks in but barely looks at her.  They had a long day with her arriving early in the morning and her brother and his family spending most of the afternoon there and then she ran off to do something for the Supershow.  They hadn't had any real time to talk.  Or yell, more like it.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know, you can yell at me; I really don't care...”

Gavin looks over at her as he pulls his shirt off and shakes his hair out of his face.  But he doesn't say anything as he grabs his PS Vita and walks to his side of the bed and climbs in, choosing not to say anything to her.  She raises an eyebrow at him, trying to figure him out.  It didn't take her too long to figure out that he was giving her the silent treatment, after all that was one of her games that she played when she was mad at him.

;;Mikah  â€œReally?!  You're going to give me the silent treatment?!”

But of course he didn't say anything to her, instead started up the hand held game system before beginning to play whatever game it was that he was into now.  She rolls her eyes before getting up and fixing her work out tank top and short dri-fit shorts.

;;Mikah  â€œFine, don't talk to me, Gavin.  I really, really don't care right now because I have other things to worry about.”

She grabs her phone, arm band that held her phone to her wrist, and then her earbuds so she could go for a run and listen to music as she did so.  She glances at her husband as she grabs a pair of socks and then tugs her tank top off, revealing her purple and pink sports bra that she had purchased from Victoria's Secret.  She wasn’t going to waste her time here with a husband that was ignoring her, not if she could go running instead.

She hurries downstairs, going as fast as she wanted before sitting on the bottom few stairs and slipping her socks on and then her Nike running shoes that were leopard printed and reflective.  She finishes tying the laces up before she puts the arm band around her left arm and then sliding her phone into the right place.  She hits some buttons and presses play as she puts the earbuds in her ears before leaving her house, letting the door slam shut behind her.

She runs at a normal to fast place, taking it easy at first cause she didn't want to exert too much energy in the beginning, even though it wouldn't matter much anyways.  She had forgotten a bit why she had loved running, especially since she had spent several days in Hawaii and the heat was almost too much for her to run in.  And the sand there, it got everywhere.  She didn't know if she'd be returning to Hawaii any too soon.  Maybe as a vacation spot once a year but definitely not very often.

Her focus was on running and breathing at a steady pace so she wasn't out of breath but her plans were cut short when she ran into somebody knocking them down.  She curses to herself before pausing her music and taking her earbuds out of her ears.

;;Mikah  â€œShit, I'm sorry.”

She helps the guy up and watches as he dusts himself off before smiling warmly at her.

++Stranger  â€œIt's quite alright.  It's nice to see somebody else out running; with this heat you don't see very many people out running.”

She nods her head, agreeing with him.  He was right, most people weren't crazy about running outside in the summer and preferred to stick to indoor gyms with air conditioning and treadmills.  But Mikah didn't, she preferred to run outside where she could breathe in the fresh air and not worry about the odors that a gym sometimes produced.  And plus, there weren't a lot of people out and about running.  Always a plus in her book.

;;Mikah  â€œI know what you mean.  Most people stick to gyms with treadmills in air conditioning.  I must be one in the few that like to run outside, no matter what the temperature is.”

The stranger smiles at her before holding out his hand.

++Stranger  â€œMy name's Oliver.”

Mikah places her hand in his, shaking his hand.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm Mikah; it's nice to meet you.”

He smiles at her and she smiles back, seemingly surprised that she wasn't itching to get back to her run.   She wasn't a social being, it took a lot for her to even want to go to the arena when it was time to compete.  She didn't like most of the girls backstage and didn't care for most of the guys either.  So there was that to take in as well.

++Oliver  â€œWell, maybe we'll see one another around!  Have a good run!”

There were no exchanging goodbyes or anything, just good old fashioned running off in the opposite ways and Mikah was perfectly okay with that.  She watches him for a moment as he runs off in the other direction.  She puts her earbuds back in her ears before pressing play and then continuing on with her run.  

She runs for a good hour and a half before she walks back into her house, which all of the lights were off.  Leighton had gone over to a friend's house for the night and who knows what her husband was doing.  She sighs as she takes her tennis shoes off before jogging up the stairs, her ponytail swaying side to side as she does so.  She walks down the hallway as she nears her bedroom and then pushes the door open to see Gavin still playing whatever video game he was into now-a-days.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you still giving me the silent treatment?”

He once again doesn't answer her and she just shrugs her shoulders before grabbing one of his t-shirts and a fresh pair of panties before walking into the bathroom to take a shower.  She didn't want to play his game of silence but she could play it too and probably even better.

The Josh Podcast.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
|ON-CAMERA| 7 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE v

Mikah looks at the guy sitting to her right as they sat in desk like chairs that spun around in some weird studio thing that had lots of things set up to look like a radio station.  She didn't even know how or why she got contacted to do this.  It was different, right?!  Who else has done this!?  She didn't know very many people who has done this or even tried to do it.  But it was something different, right?!

◘◘Josh  â€œHello, Mikah!  Welcome to The Josh Podcast.  Usually, people call in but it's easier for you for you to just come in, right?”

She nods her head, looking at him before looking around what she could only call his studio.  She twists side to side in the chair, smiling warmly at him.  Her Bombshell championship was set on the table in front of them and she was hooked up with a mic and all that.  The show wasn't airing just yet as he wanted to go over some things with her.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, phone calls are never good for me.  Too much going on for me to sit down and talk on a phone.  But this, this is good.”

He nods his head before going over some of the ground rules with her.  She listens before watching as he fumbles with the equipment to begin recording.  She listens to his introduction before listening to him hype the supercard show and hype her rising stock in SCW.

◘◘Josh  â€œShe is a one time SCW Bombshell champion and is the current reigning Bombshell champion.  Please welcome, Mikah!  How are you Mikah?!”

She looks at him before smiling as she clears her throat quietly.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm great, thank you...”

She looks at him, waiting for his response.

◘◘Josh  â€œGreat, let's start by talking about the past amazing month you've had in SCW.  You return from a two month hiatus to beat your opponent the unfortunately lost the chance to be the Bombshell that would hold a contract to be able to cash in at any point.  But then, you get booked in a fatal four way for a number one contender's shot at the Bombshell Championship, which you won!  And then you won your next big match which got you the Bombshell championship!  How does that feel!?”

Mikah laughs a bit, it was a mouthful to say and it did seem awfully fast.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's been a roller coaster of emotions, literally.  I came back from a hiatus from the company to win my return match, which was easy by the way.  And then I get a big shot to win a contract to be able to cash in at any point to challenge any of the champions that I wanted to.  I fell just short of winning that much but clearly, everything worked out as it should.  I really, really don't want a contract when I could've just had the championship without that, ya know?  But yeah, the fatal four way match was a surprise because nobody believed that I could win that because I haven't been around.  But I proved them wrong and won that.  Then the doubters came out again before I beat Raynin for this championship here.  They were saying that Raynin would have an easy match, one she could win with an arm tied around her back.  Maybe not their exact words but it was the same.  But I won.  And it's been the best month of my life, literally.”

She runs her fingers through her messy blonde locks as she sits across from Josh.  She crosses her legs, leaning back in the chair.

◘◘Josh  â€œThat's awesome.  Congratulations on all of your success.  Who have been your influences in your career so far?  And I'm not just talking about SCW, I mean in general.”

She looks at him, biting her bottom lip.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, I don't know.  I got into the business on a whim, really.  I was struggling to stay sober and raise my daughter and it was something that I had watched as a child but got away from it growing up.  Met some indy promoter and things were history.  It wasn't until I signed with one of my former promotions that I really had any influences.  I won't mention their names because I'm not sure that they would want that.”

He nods his head understanding where she was coming from.

◘◘Josh  â€œWhat's the difference between being the Bombshell champion and just being a Bombshell on the roster?”

Mikah chews on her bottom lip, letting the question repeat itself in her head.  She didn't know how she wanted to answer that.  She looks at him and makes a face as the silence lingers on.  She clears her throat once again before leaning forward in her seat.

;;Mikah  â€œOh man, that's kind of a difficult question to answer because there's so many ways to answer it.  I mean, obviously it's better being the champion because it basically means that you are the best female wrestler there and it's true.  People on Twitter try to discredit it because they're jealous and it's something that obviously goes hand in hand with their own insecurities and not being the champion.  Also, the perks are great about being a champion.  Most people leave me alone backstage and me having this championship seems to influence that even more.  I am not a people person and would prefer to be left alone.  Also, there's an underlying respect that's there when we're not being all 'hate each other guts' thing.  I don't know, it's weird.  It's weird being a champion but I enjoy it too much to be giving it up so soon.”

Josh smiles at her as she runs her fingertips over the front plate of the championship.

◘◘Josh  â€œWhat's the difference between wrestling against Raynin or a Mean Girl like Veronica Taylor?”

She turns up her nose at the mention of Veronica Taylor's name.

;;Mikah  â€œBeside the fact that Veronica Taylor has the IQ of an ant?  Probably their style.  Both women are totally different people.  Veronica's very...in your face and rather annoying in the ring.  And Raynin's more high flyer and martial arts and definitely not as annoying as Veronica.  But that's what you get when you get when you compete against a brainless twit like Veronica.”

She just shrugs her shoulders.  Her distaste for Veronica was buried deep down inside of her and she wasn't about to say anything nice about the glorified model.

◘◘Josh  â€œAre you ready to face Raynin in a week?”

Mikah laughs at the question, letting her arrogance show through in flying colors.

;;Mikah  â€œOf course I am, Josh.  Raynin's already proved that she doesn't care enough about this championship to want it that badly.  I've already proved once that I'm a better wrestler than she is and I won't mind doing it again to put that final nail in the coffin.  She won't be ready for her rematch again and she will underestimate me and what I can actually do in the ring.  I really actually do hope that she brings her best because it always feels amazing to know that you beat somebody at their best because that means that you are the best.”

She smiles a bit to herself.

◘◘Josh  â€œLet's talk real quick about your finisher, Cupid's Chokehold which is better known as the gogoplata.  I've never seen a female execute that move as well as you do.  How in the world did you pick it out?!”

She smiles, her mind thinking about her favored finisher even though she's used the other one, which she's about to remove from her arsenal of finishing moves.  She needed to focus on beating people with her submission move.

;;Mikah  â€œOh well, I was training with my good friend, Ally Johsnson.  And we stopped for a moment to watch these other competitors train—two females, if you must and this one girl was struggling to lock it into place and it just seemed to click in my mind to try it.  It probably had to do with the fact that I love proving to people that I am better than they are, so I tried it out and it's stuck ever since.  I love it, too.  It's my favorite move that I use; I need to start using it more.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears, full well knowing that nobody was going to see her doing such a thing.

◘◘Josh  â€œYou execute it well but your other one is also great.  How do you prepare for a match?”

She thinks for a moment again.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, I love to run.  My husband would say that I'm obsessed with running or that I take the running too far but it seriously just calms me down and puts my mind in a peaceful state that helps me mentally prepare for the match.  But as for physically, I usually don't need to train too much in a ring to be prepared.  I mean sometimes, Gavin and I will go to the gym to get ready for an upcoming match but mainly I go for a run and run through the moves in my head.  Blast some music in my ears as I run and ignore the rest of the world.”

She knew it wasn't what most people typically did when preparing for a match but it was what she did when she was booked for a match.

◘◘Josh  â€œYou are in great shape, by the way.  I know some of my female friends would kill to look like you.  Is there anything else that you want to accomplish in SCW?”

She just thinks about the question, the silence lingering between them once again.

;;Mikah  â€œI do plan on being the Bombshell Champion for a very, very long time.  So I suppose I do want to achieve being the first Bombshell to have the championship the longest.  That's about the best thing that I can think of at the moment.  And to beat Raynin again and shatter her hopes and dreams of being champion again.”

She smirks at the thought of that.

◘◘Josh  â€œAnything else you want to say for your match against Raynin next Sunday?”

He looks at her with a smile on his face.

;;Mikah  â€œOnly that I hope she is ready to lose because it's almost pointless for her to even go through with this match.  I'm ready for this match to be over with already and I can't wait to prove to her that I'm the better competitor once again.  Hope you're ready, Raynin, because this match will be even harder then our first.”

◘◘Josh  â€œWell, thank you Mikah for taking time out of your day to be on the podcast.  And don't forget everybody, you can see Mikah compete against Raynin next Sunday when Sin City Wrestling presents Into the Void.  Thank you again.”

Mikah nods her head as she stands up, straightening out her shirt.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm sure it was all your pleasure, Josh.”

She didn't waste any time in leaving the studio.  She only gave Josh a hurried goodbye as she wanted to go home before she hopped on an airplane to go to bum fuck nowhere again.

Marital Troubles.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
|OFF-CAMERA| 7 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE vi

She walks back into her house after her appearance on The Josh Podcast and she is greeted by Luna, Dexter, and Hannah.  She smiles as she pets all three of them before walking into the living room to see her husband sitting there, looking at the television, playing either XBOX or Playstation.  He looks over at her as she stands there.

::Gavin  â€œOh, you're home.  I thought you went back to Hawaii again without telling me.”

She glares at him but she was surprised that he was talking to her nonetheless.  She places her hands on her hips as she looks at him, his eyes set back on the television.

;;Mikah  â€œReally, Gavin James?!  You think I'd go to Hawaii without telling you?”

Gavin looks over at her as she pulls her long blonde locks up into a messy bun on top of her head.  He looks back at the television screen, pressing buttons on his controller a few times.  She leans against the door frame as she looks at him, irritated that he would say something like that.

::Gavin  â€œIt didn't stop you from going the last time...”

She lets out a breath of air through her nose, trying not to throw something at him.  She wanted very much to do just that but she knew how to control her anger.

;;Mikah  â€œOh, I told you I was going to Hawaii but I didn't get your permission because I didn't think I needed it.  I didn't realize I was a child, Gavin but I'm sorry, next time I will ask your permission like a little child.”

Gavin looks over at her, a not-so-happy look on his face.

::Gavin  â€œI never said you had to get my permission, Mikah.  But a little consideration would be nice, you know?  Instead of running off to be with your male best friend.  Do you know how that makes me look?”

Mikah rolls her eyes at him, not even really caring that she wasn't in the right here.

;;Mikah  â€œOh please, Gavin.  If people have a problem with the fact that I have a male best friend, they can fuck off.  It's not a big fucking deal!  Just because you don't like him, you're making a big deal of this.  He's just my friend, nothing happened!  For fucks sake, it's not like I had sex with him.”

Gavin rolls his eyes right back at Mikah before throwing his controller down and standing up, looking at her.  The argument was getting heated and Mikah simply didn't care.

::Gavin  â€œYou know that you would have a cow if the situation had been reversed; if I was the one that had run off to go spend time with a female friend.”

She just looks at him, thinking about what he was saying.   She really didn't know how she would react.  She probably wouldn't like it but she definitely wouldn't be starting an argument over it.

;;Mikah  â€œI wouldn't like it, no but I wouldn't throw a fit over it!  Plus, you'd argue that it's perfectly fine for a guy to do that; to go spend time with a female friend because he knows where his head is and where his heart lies.  But it's not okay for me to do that?!  How is that right!?  You know what?  Forget it.  Forget that I came back from my little thing to come spend some time with you before going to bum fuck nowhere.  I'll just go now because it's clear that you don't want me here.  I hope you have fun in this house by yourself because I am taking Leighton with me.”

She turns around, not giving him the chance to answer as she jogs upstairs to Leighton's room.  She tells Leighton to pack a bag to go with her before she goes into the bedroom that she shares with her husband.  She slams the door behind me before flipping the lock into place.  She didn't want to be interrupted by her husband, she wanted to stay mad at him.  She grabs her two Louis Vuitton suitcases and leaves them on the bed open.

She walks into her large walk-in closet before grabbing more than fifteen pairs of panties and the matching bras and folding them up and putting them in one suitcase before also putting her ring attire in that suitcase, giving the color options of white and black.  She continues to pack, packing several bikinis and dresses before packing the usual: shorts and sports bras for running and socks.  She didn't even care that she was packing more than she probably needed; it was better to be safe than sorry.  She sighs as she grabs her wrestling boots, knee pads, garters, and the fishnet tights/leggings.  She shoves them in a suitcase before walking into the bathroom.  She packs the essentials before grabbing her make up bag and putting the essentials in there as well before packing that as well.

Before she knew it, she was ready to go.  She opens the door to see Leighton standing there beaming up at her.  Leighton's suitcase was behind her, apparently ready to go as well.  She also had her carry on bag ready as did Mikah.  She ruffles Leighton's hair before calling a cab to take them to the airport, she didn't even want to bother asking Gavin if he'd take them to the airport.

The Cold, Hard Truth.
DUBAI, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES
|ON-CAMERA| 7 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE vii

Mikah leans back in her chair as she sits behind a table with other SCW stars to her left.  Her championship was set on display on the table so that the fans that were lined up to see her and get her autograph could see it.  She was tired of sitting her and signing her name and had other things to do, things that didn't require mingling with fans.  She stands up before grabbing her championship, deciding she was done with signing autographs as she walks off, down a hallway.  Somehow she had managed to line up a camera man to follow her once she was done with the autograph signing.  She adjusts her championship before looking straight at the camera, as the man behind it walked backwards.  He gave her a thumbs up, letting her know he was ready.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know, I've been competing for nearly ten years and I've gone up against multiple people; some just like Raynin.  And then some that could only say that I was a whore that spread her legs.  And that was literally the only thing she could say, twisting it so many times that it became repetitive; I always knew what she was going to say about me because, well it's all she ever said.  Thankfully, Raynin, you're nothing like that.  But you're just...so boring.  There isn't one thing that is appealing about you!  Not your looks or your wrestling style!  I almost fell asleep reading your bio on SCW dot com!  It's atrocious that you have nothing likeable about you!  Even I am likeable to a certain extent.”

Mikah continued to walk down the empty hallway, her focus on the camera man before she stopped and opened the door and let the camera man take a peak.  There was just a TV in the room, showing the match where Raynin had captured the championship from Amy Marshall.  Mikah stepped into the dark and to the side, letting the camera man film the match.

;;Mikah  â€œSee, here you are in the match that you had captured the championship, although it obviously wasn't a very hard task.  I mean, look at the competition.  She's nothing more than a freak show, but I'm assuming you and her would have gotten along, given the circumstances.  Correct?  You at least seemed to try in this match.  You seemed like you cared enough to get the championship but still, there's nothing exciting about you.  Let's move on, shall we?!”

She follows the camera man out of the room as she continues to walk down the hallway, him walking backwards.  She pushes another door open, letting the camera man step in first to see another TV mounted on a wall playing Mikah's own fatal four way number one contender's match.

;;Mikah  â€œThis here is the match that led to me getting that one on one match with you, Raynin.  Just look at me go, look at me take control of a match and be the one that was getting noticed.  Of course, two of those three twits couldn't wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag, let alone an important match such as this one.  I know, I know, not very nice but who said that I had to be nice?!  Exactly nobody.  Now watch as the glorified model comes out and interferes with Mercedes and then look!  Look, right there as I seize the moment and nail the Mikahangelo then score the pinfall.  It was such a glorious feeling!  But soon, people only believed that I conspired with that glorified model achieve such a high caliber win.  It's of course all bullshit coming out of their mouths because I wouldn't rely on that model to do anything worthy.  I just took control of a not-so good situation for Mercedes.  Things suck but they were awesome for me.”

Mikah once again followed the camera man out into the hallway.  She kept an easy grip on her championship as it stayed slung over her shoulder.  She was careful not to slip in her stiletto heels as she tugged at the skirt of her very short dress.  She pushes the door open to another door down the hallway and the camera man walks in and films the TV that is playing the championship match that Mikah had participated in against Raynin and won.

;;Mikah  â€œThis right here is obviously my favorite match of my SCW career.  You walked into the match with an arrogance about you.  You were ready to just brush me off as if I wasn't nothing more than some dumb bleach blonde bimbo.  But I surprised you, didn't I, Raynin?  Look at you, trying to be something you're not.  You are NOTHING compared to me, Raynin.  You can take your high flying moves and shove them up your ass because this...this move right here is in your very near future, Raynin.”

The camera zooms in on the TV as it plays the part of the match where Mikah locks in her Cupid's Chokehold.

;;Mikah  â€œThat move is going to be the one move that signals your second loss to me.  It's going to be the last match that you will have against me for my championship; I will not be so nice as to give you another match after this.  Because you don't even deserve this rematch.  You should just go back into hiding and lick your wounds some more, I'm sure that's what all the fans want anyways.  Nobody cares about you, Raynin.  You're a freaking nobody in this wrestling world.”

Mikah again follows the camera man out of the room and continues to walk down the hallway.  She runs her fingers through her wavy blonde locks, messing with them a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI really tried to get into the Palace to film this little thing but of course, they think they're better than everybody else.  So, I have this little present for them...”

She raises her left hand and flips off the camera, giving them that as a present.

[Mikah]

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;;Mikah  â€œOh wait...I do believe one stupid Christian Underwood had told me to behave here as well, am I right?!”

She stops in the middle of the hallway and pulls her cell phone out of a hidden pocket.  She brings up her Twitter and scrolls through a few of her notifications before bringing up the tweet that she wanted to see.

;;Mikah  â€œHere, let me read this to you.  At Dirty Little Girl, I hope to god you behave yourself when we're in that Sheikh's palace!  Well, Christian before I continue on with my message to Raynin, I guess you'll have to deal with the fact that I will never do as you say.  So that little present for them was also a present for you.  Now moving on to more important things that actually useful to me.”

She continues to walk, moving towards the last door in the hallway.  She pushes it open to see what appears to be a look-a-like Raynin, sobbing hysterically.

;;Mikah  â€œOh my...”

Mikah squats down, keeping her knees pressed together and she awkwardly pats the fake Raynin's back.

;;Mikah  â€œRaynin, what's wrong?!  Why are you sobbing hysterically?!”

The fake Raynin looks up, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying.

♦♦Fake Raynin  â€œBe-because!  I know I'm going to lose in a week to you, the greatest bombshell ev-ever!”

Mikah pats the woman's back again in a fake show of sympathy for the woman.

;;Mikah  â€œBut, Raynin you've already lost to me once!  What's one more loss going to do to your career?!”

Raynin sobs again as Mikah stays squatted down next to the distraught woman.  Mikah just stays there, waiting for the woman to calm down.

♦♦Fake Raynin  â€œI know.  B-but I was hoping to redeem myself but it-it's just too hard!  You're too good for me to beat!”

The fake Raynin bursts into hysterics again, sobbing uncontrollably as Mikah squats next to her, trying to calm her down.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know I'm such a superior competitor compared to you but Raynin, you can't talk like that!  You have to at least pretend that you can win!  I mean, I know, I'm just that much better than you and it's intimidating to be going up against me again but you don't have a choice!  You have to try, right?!  I mean, that's all we can really do.  And I mean by we, is people like you and that twit, Veronica Taylor.  You can only really try because you're not talented.  I'm sorry but somebody needs to tell you the truth and I'm not scared to do so.”

The “calming” words didn't seem to calm the fake Raynin down any but only make things worse.  Mikah growls in irritation before pulling the woman up and nailing her easily with The Mikahangelo, knocking her to the ground in an unconscious state.

;;Mikah  â€œAnnoying little twit.”

Mikah looks down at the woman that is sprawled out on the tiled floors of the room.  Mikah brushes her hands off, acting as if she had dirt on them before grabbing her championship and slinging it back over her shoulder before stepping out into the hallway and looking at the camera and smiling at it again.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, Raynin, you don't have a chance in hell at winning your rematch.  I'm not ready to give this championship up.  I'm ready to face you one-on-one and beat you again, fair and square.  I didn't have to cheat the first time I faced you and I am not going to cheat this time.  I do wonder though...”

Mikah stops talking for a moment, pausing to think or let the camera man film that it appeared that's what she was doing.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat the fans are going to think about this match, because it is the co-main event.  Although, our match is obviously much more important than Sean Jackson's match against that loser Kain.  Is that even his opponent's name?  Kain?  Hm.  I don't know and personally I don't really care.  The point is Raynin, after our match you will go back to being a Bombshell that opens the show or has a match on the mid card in non-important matches against people like Jessie Salco and Candy Overton.  Hell, you might even have a match against Veronica Taylor.  And if she has the talent to beat you, I will seriously laugh in your face.  Because she might be just a little bit better than Jessie Salco but she sucks at wrestling more than she sucks dick.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders at her words, not caring that she wasn't saying very nice things about Veronica Taylor.

;;Mikah  â€œYou will only be an afterthought after I make you tap out for the second time in under a month.  It will be humiliating for you and I can't wait to humiliate you at that grand palace.  Or what is supposed to be grand, I seriously bet it's a dump and that I shouldn't really step foot in it, might get meningitis or something.”

She fakes a shudder, thinking about the life altering diseases that she can catch if she steps foot in that place.

;;Mikah  â€œBut I don't have a choice in where this match is taking place but I will be making Mr. Mark Ward sign some papers to let him know that if I do catch a disease, he will be paying for my hospital bills. But you, you will have very severe doctors bills after I crush your trachea and you will be coughing up blood for a week.  You will have to have your trachea surgically repaired after I'm done with you, Raynin.  I'm not going to release you from the hold until I see that red liquid spill from your mouth as you cough and sputter for your breath.  I hope you're ready to spend a week or more in the hospital because I guarantee that is where you are going to land.  I hope you're as excited as I am for you to be there.”

She winks at the camera adjusting the championship over her shoulder before lifting it up and kissing the face plate on it.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is MY championship, Raynin and you will have to pry it from my cold dead hands before I let you get a hold of it again.  This will be the closest you will ever get to it.  And I am making that a promise.  But I have other things to do at the moment.  So I hope you're getting ready!”

She pauses as she looks around her before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

With her last trademark word being said, she turns and walks away, letting the camera man get a good shot of her behind as she leaves the place.  She was ready to go spend the night with Leighton; swimming and doing whatever it was that the nine year old wanted to do.  It was time for that.

[Raynin]

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Raynin Into the Void IV, Arabian Nights RP 1


Event: Sin City Wrestling’s  Pay Per View, Into the Void 4, Arabian Nights    
DATE:  Sunday 06/28/2015

Place: [/color Dubai, United Arab Emirates


Venue: Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum's Palace


Match: IN THE MAIN EVENT…  WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH

Opponent:  VS.  MIKAH



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WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ?  Some say it was technical difficulties… Some say the Powers That Be didn’t want the last show to be aired… All we know is…  Raynin’s little schtick was chopped off before it truly began.  I mean, she was barely fifteen minutes into her show, and everything was cut to…  cute kittens??!!   I mean, come on!!  That’s not right!!!  And then to top things off, she gets her title basically STOLEN from her by Mikah!!  I know if that was me, I’d be out for blood!!!  But where IS the Rebellious Angel’s head at right now?  Is it in the clouds?  Is it in the depths of hell?  I know where it needs to be, and that’s on the rematch that has been scheduled for the next Pay Per View.  Into the Void 4, Arabian Knights will be a private affair, for the Sheikh and his personal guests, and you just KNOW things are going to be all kinds of awesome.  But CAN and WILL Raynin be able to keep her focus set on regaining her title?  I know there are more than just a few things on the Warrior Angel’s mind… Like her partner’s win at Climax Control…  And the mistreatment of her beloved Angel at the hands of Kris Halc on Climax Control a few weeks ago.  But will she be able to stay on track, and takle back her beloved Sin City Wrestling’s World Bombshell Title?  Or will it slip through her fingers and her hopes end up dashed once more?  Let’s see what happens…
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Outside on the streets of Las Vegas, it’s hot.  Very hot.   As Ruby Rod put it in The Fifth Element, ‘it’s hot, Hot HOOOOTTTT!!’  But compared to what it’s like in the places where the Sin City Wrestling is going on tour, it’s not so bad.  Over there, the heat you get in Vegas is like being on a cooled oasis.  I mean yeah.. Vegas is in the desert, but over there… It’s all desert.

But inside of Raynin’s apartment building, everything’s nice and cool.  Especially on the gym floor, in there, it’s nice and cool.  You have to keep everything at a lower temperature, because it forces the body to work harder.  You burn more calories working out in the cold than you do in the heat, because the body had to work harder to move, and stay warm.  But that’s kinesiology, which I’m sure you don’t want to hear about.  What you DO want to hear about is what’s been going on…

So much has been going on the past few weeks in the lives of the Angels, that they can barely keep their heads on straight.  They’ve been flying back and forth for the tour and Darknyss’s doctor’s appointments, and of course there was the baby shower…  But what has been on everyone’s minds lately is not just Gothika’s win, but Raynin’s loss of her title.  All through their work out, that’s all anyone could talk about was how well Gothika’s been, and how shocked they were about Raynin losing her title.  It had been getting to Raynin pretty badly… So badly, she was totally distracted while she was training.   She realized just how badly she was distracted when she was doing a round robin with her friends, using the medicine balls, and ended up taking one to the chest… hard.  Darknyss knew she was distracted, so she stopped the training then and everyone headed to the locker room to change.  

When they come in, you see Darknyss is wearing a pair of black maternity yoga pants, with a purple stripe down the legs, and a matching sports camisole with an empire waist, and a purple stripe under the breasts.  She’s also wearing her black Nikes with purple swooshes.  Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, with the end hanging loosely over her shoulder.  She’s carrying her water bottle and a towel, and has a whistle on a lariat around her neck.  As she comes in, she pulls the whistle over her head and tosses it on a bench as she lowers herself down onto it slowly, rubbing her baby filled belly.  Gothika comes in wearing a pair of black spandex short shorts with a black cut off jersey shirt with a silver number thirty-two on the back and front that’s so old and distressed, it looks like she’s had it since she was in high school.  Her hair is pulled back off of her head with a black headband, and her hair is hanging loose over her back in sweat-drenched strands.   Her all black high topped Rebook cross trainers are topped with a pair of black scrunch socks.  She’s got a big bottle of water and she’s drinking it like a camel and is breathing heavily because of the intensity of the work out.  She’s got her towel around her neck, and she pats her brow with it as she moves to her locker to open the door.   Diamond comes prancing in wearing a pair of navy blue leggings with baby blue piping running down the sides, and a baby blue sports camisole with navy blue piping and stripes.  She’s wearing a pair of white K-Swiss trainers with baby blue accents and her hair is pulled back in a tight frecnh braid, which is hanging down her back.  She’s got on a baby blue headband and wrist bands, and she’s got her iPhone on an armband, with a pair of wireless Bluetooth headphones on her head.  She comes dancing into the locker room, singing softly to herself as she pats at her chest and forehead with her towel.  Raynin comes in last, wearing a pair of black sweat pants that have been rolled down around her hips with a black halter top sports bra.  She’s got a pair of black Jordan high tops on, and her hair is pulled back in a tight braided ponytail, which is trailing over her shoulder.  She’s out of it, and just sinks down to the bench in front of her locker, moving almost like an automaton as she reaches up and opens her locker.   She’s mumbling to herself, her eyes glazed like a Krispey Kreme donut.   She’s so out of it, she’s not even wiping at the sweat that has poured out of her pores to drench her face and chest.  It’s running into her eyes, and she doesn’t even realize it.   Everyone else is getting their things ready to clean up after the training.  Of course, Diamond was in her playful mood, and a raucous game of slap ass and towel snapping ensued.  Everyone joined in… except for Raynin who was in her head again and just couldn’t seem to come out of it.  Diamond started teasing Darknyss about what happened at the baby shower just a few weeks ago.

Diamond:  â€œYou know Lady, I knew you didn’t want the sex of the baby revealed.  Did you really think that I would snake you and DT out like that?”

Darknyss shrugs her shoulders and sits down on the locker room bench and rubs her ever growing belly gently before she reaches into her locker and pulls out a bag of gummy bears and a packet of honey mustard dipping sauce and starts dipping the gummy bears into the mustard before popping them into her mouth.

Darknyss:  â€œTruth be told, I didn’t know WHAT to expect.  I mean, I know you, Emme.  You have a hard time keeping big shit in.  And this was pretty big.  And the last thing I wanted was to have everyone know what I was having.  Hell, I don’t want to know yet.  We want to keep it a surprise, even for us.”

Diamond chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

Diamond:  â€œOkay, that’s understandable, but did you HAVE to have Gothika spear me to the ground to stop me from saying it?  Like you didn’t hear the hesitation in my voice… And it didn’t even matter, really.  Somehow, the feed got cut off, just like it did in Raynin’s show…  Which, that’s just crazy I have to say.  It’s like there’s some kind of conspiracy against you guys or something.”

Darknyss pops another mustard covered gummy bear in her mouth and chews slowly, thinking before she speaks again.

Darknyss:  â€œI don’t know if it’s a conspiracy, but it’s sure pretty damned fishy.  But that’s what I’m around for.  I reported the issue to Christian, and that it’s happened during two of our little episodes, and he’s looking into it.  You know how Christian is…  If it’s hurting the business, he’s all gung ho about correcting it.  I will say this…   Christian has been… I guess you could say our ally about a lot of things around here.  Hell, I’m almost tempted to offer him a pair of wings.  But I don’t know how he’d feel about that…  He may already have a pair of wings at home.”

Diamond chuckles and nods.

Diamond:  â€œOh he does… They’re just fairy wings, not angel wings.  Did you forget his little outfit with the wings and tutu from that one Halloween?”

Darknyss grins and nods.

Darknyss:  â€œOh my GOD!! That’s right!!  I forgot all about that!!  Well, maybe we should offer it to him anyways.  He could be the Fairy Angel, or the Angel of the Fae…  I think that would be awesome!”

Darknyss pops another mustard covered gummy bear in her mouth and everyone makes a face at her.  She looks around confused, then shrugs.

Darknyss:  â€œWhat?  It’s actually not that bad!!  I know, I know… pregnancy tastebuds read things differently, but you’ve gotta try one.  Come on, Mia!  I DARE you!!”

Darknyss holds out a mustard covered gummy bear to Gothika who grimaces and actually looks a little green around the gills at the sight of it.

Gothika:  â€œOk, I know I’ve put some pretty disgusting things in my mouth, including the Red… But that… That’s just gross!!”

Darknyss grins and tries to stand a couple of times before she actually gets upright, and holds out the gummy bear to Gothika who is tracking it like a hawk tracking it’s prey, looking for an opening to escape the mustard drenched thing.

Darknyss:  â€œCome on Mia!! Eat it!!  Eat it!!! EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAATTTTT IIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!”

As she continues to taunt Gothika with the gummy bear, a huge glob of honey mustard drips off of it to fall on Darknyss’s pinky, and she looks down, giving Gothika just enough time to slip away with a shriek and a grimace.

Gothika:  â€œEwww!!  Gaaa-ROOOSSS!!  KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!!”

Darknyss chases Gothika with a fast pregnant waddle into one of the bathroom stalls, giggling and shrieking, ‘EAT IT!!’ repeatedly after her, and Gothika slams the door as she escapes.  Diamond chuckles after her friends, then turns to look at Raynin with a concerned look.  Raynin has been staring at her open locker through the entire conversation, not saying a word…  Just in an almost trance-like state.  Diamond puts a hand on her shoulder, and Raynin looks like she’s about to jump out of her skin as she’s dragged out of her reverie.

Raynin:  â€œI didn’t do it!!!”

Diamond frowns as she looks at her friend, concerned.

Diamond:  â€œDidn’t do what, Ray Ray?”

Raynin pushes a few stray strands of hair from her face and sighs heavily, blowing out a frustrated breath.

Raynin:  â€œNothing… It’s… It’s nothing Emme.  Just got a lot on my mind right now.”

Raynin moves and picks up her towel and wipes off her face and chest as Diamond nods and turns to sit on the bench, and starts to take off her shoes and socks.

Diamond:  â€œYeah, I hear ya’.  You’ve got a lot to think about too.  But I’m gonna tell ya’ what ma Grandmere told me a long time ago.  â€˜You can’t sweat the past, cause it’s already dead and gone’, yeah.  All you can do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep on strollin’, and you can’t let NOTHIN” knock you off of your path.  What’s happened to you… That’s just a stumblin’ block.   You are still on your path.  You’ve got a rematch to get back your title, and you gotta use it!!  You don’t wanna get knocked back down to the bottom of the bunch, cause it’s a long… long… LONG trek back up that hill, and you know it.”

Raynin sighs and shakes her head.

Raynin:  â€œDon’t I know it.  It took me so long to fight my way back up through the ranks once… And for me to lose it that quick… and the way I did…  It was just so… so…”

Raynin bangs her fist into one of the closed doors of the lockers and growls with the rest of her thought.

Raynin:  â€œIt was so freakin’ FRUSTRATING!!  I KNOW I have what it takes to beat Mikah!  I just don’t know what happened!!!  It was like in that vital moment, my brain just like… froze!!  And she took advantage.  But then, she is that kind of cocky, arrogant, opportunistic…”

Diamond holds up her hand and shakes her head with a sigh.

Diamond:  â€œShe is just like the Mean Girls.  I know, I know.  And yet, she sits back and tries to say how she’s not.  She’s just another one of those cookie cutter chicks who’s all flash and no substance.  And she swears she’s doing something different, but all she’s doing is the same thing all over again.  You’re preaching to the choir.  I get it.  But the fact of the matter is…  At that moment, on Climax Control, she had your number, and she dialed it up and dialed it up good.  The question is…  Can you star-sixty-nine her and get her number right back, along with your title.  THAT is what you need to focus on.  Focus on the future… not the past.  You’re doin’ the do in the gym with the training…  But you have to put it all together mentally for it to come together in the ring.  That’s all I’m sayin’.”

Diamond puts  her hand on Raynin’s shoulder and pats it gently as Raynin nods slowly.

Raynin: “You're right. You are totally and absolutely right.  My brain know that you're right, but my heart is just so broken up about losing the title.  And to someone like Mikah of all people.  I think that if I’d lost it to someone I felt was deserving, I might not be so upset over it. But right now, all I want to do is smash my foot into her smug, arrogant face!!”

Diamond throws her head back and laughs.

Diamond:  â€œWell, at Arabian Nights, you’ll get to do just that .  You’ll be able to show Mikah ‘Raynin's Way’, and have the crowds screaming, ‘Whiskey- Tango- Foxtrot’ at the top of their lungs.  But you gotta get out of your head to do it.”

Raynin takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair slowly and unbraiding it so that her hair hangs over her shoulder in soft waves.

Raynin:  â€œThat’s the hard part though.  Getting out of my head is the one thing that I just can’t seem to do right now.  I just can’t seem to escape my head.”

Diamond takes a sip of her water and shrugs before she speaks with a soft sigh.

Diamond:  â€œThen you will have to see if you can work things out in her head and get your title back at the same time.  Personally… I think that whatever you’ve got going on up there…  You can work it out.  You better work it out.  Or you WILL end up at the bottom of the mountain again.  So do what you gotta to do to get your brain back under control, chica.”

Raynin smirks and chuckles.

Raynin:  â€œHey… that’s MY line!”

Diamond pats Raynin’s shoulder and reaches in her locker and pulls out her extra towel and heads off towards the bathroom stalls where Darknyss still has Gothika cornered in a stall, with a honey mustard covered gummy bear.  She yells at her friends…

Diamond:  â€œLady…  Put that nasty ass shit away!!  It’s only your pregnant ass that likes mustard covered gummy bears.   Now if you have a peanut butter, banana and marshmallow fluff sandwich with pound cake slices for the bread… I’ll be all over that shit right along with you!”

From the depths of the bathroom, you hear Darknyss reply…

Darknyss:  â€œOoohh!!  That sounds soooo good!!  I know what I’m sending DT to get later tonight!!  Along with the apple pie with cheddar cheese and honey barbecue sauce!”

From the stalls, you hear Gothika start to wretch again and she yells out…

Gothika:  â€œOh My GOD!!  Lady!!  You’re gonna make me barf with your cravings!!!”

The friends all laugh, except for Gothika, who’s still wretching, and Raynin who is once again lost in a reverie.   She’s staring off in the distance as she starts to softly sing the song that’s haunted her from child hood.  And as she does, that sibilant hissing voice seems to take over her vocal cords…

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

She smirks and blinks almost in slow motion and whispers…

Raynin:  â€œTime to make peace with the beast…”

She stares off into the distance, not blinking, and the camera zooms in on her open eyes.  It keep zooming closer and closer till it seems to focus on a single eye, and it’s almost as if you’re being pulled into the depths of Raynin’s eyes…






She’s once again in the maze of mirrors.  She’s no longer in her work out clothes, but instead is in an adult version of the school girl’s outfit her younger self wears.   The blue plaid pleated skirt, white button down shirt with plaid tie, white ankle socks with ruffles and black and white saddle shoes look much difference on her adult frame.  The shirt is tight across her chest, and the skirt reveals a lot more leg than a little bit.  Her hair is hanging loose down her back in soft waves, and she looks very much not like a child in the outfit.  She looks like every man who likes the ‘we are eighteen’ pornos’ fantasy as she walks through the now silent maze.   She starts to sing a song of her own into the silence as she walks through the halls in search of The Other.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…


But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream


As she finishes the song, she hears that sibilant voice starting to chuckle off in the distance.

The Other:  â€œSo… you’ve finally come.  You know I was listening in.  You also know just how close I’ve been coming to taking over again.  So why are you here?”

She takes a deep breath and takes a few steps closer to the center of the maze as she calls out.

Raynin:  â€œIf you were listening in, then you know why I’m here.  We

The Other:  â€œSo… you’ve finally come.  You know I was listening in.  You also know just how close I’ve been coming to taking over again.  So why are you here?”

She takes a deep breath and takes a few steps closer to the center of the maze as she calls out.

Raynin:  â€œIf you were listening in, then you know why I’m here.  We can’t keep this fighting.  It’s becoming counter productive.  If you hadn’t been pulling at the reigns when you did, we may have been able to keep a hold to our title.  But instead, we lost it.”

The Other roars out so loud, it’s deafening in the maze.


The Other:  â€œTHAT WAS Y OUR FAULT!! DON’T BLAME ME!!  YOU LOST THE PRECIOUS!!  I WAS TRYING TO STOP YOU FROM LOSING IT!!”

She shakes her head and takes a few steps closer to the center of the maze as she calls out.

Raynin:  â€œPointing fingers and laying blame isn’t helping anything around here, and you know it.  We need to work together from here on out, or we won’t be able to get our titles back.  So come on… Let’s just do what we have to do and come to a compromise.  Now…  What do you say?”

The Other appears in front of her in an instant and smirks as she steps forward, dressed in an identical outfit, only in red.

The Other:  â€œI say… It’s about time.  You need me.  I’ve been saying that all along.  You can’t shut me out any longer.”

The Other holds out her arms and smirks.


The Other:  â€œCome on baby… give us a squidge…”

She takes a deep breath and starts walking towards the Other, still looking a little apprehensive.


Raynin:  "You know… this moment brings me back to some lines from John Keats I read in college…. “

She takes a deep breath, and they both speak the next lines together…

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!”
She takes a deep breath and nods slowly.  

Raynin:  â€œYou remembered it…”

The Other chuckles and winks at her.


The Other:  â€œOf course I remembered it.  Like it or not, I’m a part of you.  Now… get on with it…”

She takes a deep breath and starts walking towards the Other, still looking a little apprehensive.


Raynin:  â€œOkay…  I’m ready…”

The other starts to sing the song slowly, as she walks up to Raynin with a slowly spreading smile.



'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE

The two step up to one another and put their hands together, facing one another.  They start to blur, and you can hear The Other’s sibilant laughter as the blurring becomes more and more intense…  Suddenly, there’s a bright flash, and all that’s left is one person…  with one eye that’s brown, and one eye that’s snake slitted and bright red.
”We’re nobody… Who are you?  Are you nobody too? …

The bright flash of light comes again….


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And the scene comes back in with Raynin sitting on the bench in the locker room.  Her friends are still playing around in the bathroom stalls, and she blinks quickly, as if she were waking up from a sleep.  She reaches into her locker and pulls out her shampoo, conditioner, body wash, loofah, wash cloth and towel, and stands slowly as she sings a song softly before walking towards the showers…



I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…


But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream


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RuPaul:  â€œHello everyone!  And welcome to a very extra special episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race.  And why is this an extra special episode?  Because!  It’s time for a Snatch Game Rewind!!  That’s right America!  You voted, and all of your favorite Snatch Game Characters have come back for another visit!  We’ve got your favorites, such as Cher!  Snookie!  Tyra Banks!! Little Richard!  Beyonce!!  Lady Bunny!!  My best squirrel friend, Michelle Visage!  Judge Judy!!  Fran Drescher!  Paula Dean!  Tamar Braxton, and a host of others!!|”
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The scene comes back in on the main stage for RuPaul’s Drag Race.   The music hits, and RuPaul comes strutting out in all of her  made up, glammed out glory, wearing a light blue sequined, ankle length gown with a split up one leg to the thigh, and a pair of matching light blue sequined heels.  She stomps the runway in true RuPaul fashion, and poses at the center of the stage as she introduces the guests once more.

“Santino Rice and Michelle Visage…  My two bestest squirrel friends.  How you two doin’”

Michelle and Santino both chime out.  â€œFine Ru!!”  And RuPaul turns her attention to the guest judges.

“And tonight, we’ve been blessed to be joined by our two extra special guest judges, the Sin City Wrestling’s Angels of the Fallen, Gothika, and the World Bombshell Champion, Raynin!   You two look marvelous as ever.”

Gothika smiles and chimes out.

“Thanks Ru.  Though I gotta say, I don’t look even half as good as you do.  What’s your secret?”

RuPaul chuckles and waves at her.

“My secret is duct tape.”

Everyone on the panel laughs, and Raynin chimes in.

“We’re just so happy to be here, Ru.  It’s a dream come true…  Or should we say, a dream come Ru.”

Everyone laughs again, and RuPaul continues on.

“Well, we’re pleased as punch to have you both.  Now… Tonight, we challenged our girls to come up with their best interpretations of in ring glam for the wrestling ring, inspired by the in ring wear of the Angels of the Fallen, both past and present.   And I for one, am  excited to see what they’ve come up with.  So… without further ado… Gentlemen!! Start your engines!! And may the best woman… WIN!!”

The scene flips and RuPaul is behind the judges boxes with the rest of the judges and the contestants come out one at a time and display their best in ring styles of the various looks of the Angels… All except for one who comes out in her version of Mikah’s in ring looks.  After everyone has shown their outfits, the contestants are all lined up for the judges critiques.  RuPaul takes a deep breath and looks around at the twenty contestants.

“Now…  I want to say thank you to you all for participating in this show.  I commend all of you for your Creativity, Uniqueness, Nerve, and Talent, and seeing you all here once more has warmed my heart.  As this is an extra special episode, I’m only going to call out the best and the worst of the competition, so if I don’t call your name, I’d like for you to please step back from the main stage and allow the others to remain.”

The room gets quiet, and all of the contestants get quiet,  some lowering their heads in silent prayer, some looking straight at the judges.  RuPaul looks out over them and takes a deep breath before she speaks.

“Chad Michaels.  Tatiyana.   Raja.  Kennedy Davenport.  Sharon Needles.  Jigglie Caliente.  You are the best and the worst of this weeks competition.”

A collective sigh is released as everyone’s worry is let go by the contestants.  RuPaul nods slowly as she looks around at the contestants and smiles.

“For the rest of my girls…  You’ve all done amazingly well.  I could not have been more proud.  Every time I see you, you impress me to no end.  All of you could not have made my decision more difficult.  But you’re all safe.  Please, leave the stage.”

The other contestants leave the stage and the six that she’d called out, stand before her,  awaiting what’s next.

“Now, for you six, you’re My best and my worst.  Please make your way to the Interior Illusions lounge while the judges deliberate.”

The other contestants leave the stage and RuPaul turns to her judges with a sigh.

“Now… just between us girls…  Let’s talk about our contestants.  All of these girls have put their hearts on the line… But these are the ones who went above and beyond, and those who went not so much.   Let’s start with Raja… “

Raja’s outfit is shown, and it’s a pair of camouflage stretch cargo pants with a sequined halter top, a pair of rhinestone studded fingerless gloves and rhinestone covered combat boots.  He’s also got an eye patch on, which is completely covered in crystals.  The strap of the eye patch has been removed and replaced with a crystal strand.   Michelle Visage pipes up with her comment first.

“Now, I have to admit… while her outfit seems like something we’ve all seen before in the ring, I think it’s the ACCESSORIES that really brought this look to the top.”

RuPaul nods and starts to speak.

“You’re right.  I mean, I’m sure that Raynin already has a pair of pants like that in her wardrobe, and I’ve seen her in a top like that before… But the gloves, combat boots, and the eye patch is what caught my eyes the most.  I think she did quite well.  Plus, she killed it in the Snatch Game.”

Raynin nods and chimes in.

“Yeah, I have to admit, I’d thought about doing something similar with the eye patch Myself.  And if she’s willing to let me have that, I’d totally rock it at the Pay Per View.  And her Tyra Banks was so good, I was in stitches.”

Rupaul nods and turns around to Santino Rice.

“But next, there’s Kennedy Davenport.”

Kennedy’s runway look is shown, and she’s wearing a pair of light blue patent leather pants with diamond patterns cut up the legs, and a light blue sequined handkerchief haltertop.   She’s also got a pair of diamond wrist cuffs, and a matching collar, and when you get closer, you can see that the halter top is connected to the collar.  She’s wearing a pair of light blue wrestling boots with light blue fur around the top of the boots.  Santino Rice pipes in with his own two cents.

“This look for me… It was an amazing look…  The halter top… The collar and cuffs…  It was well put together… But I just don’t think it was right for her shape.”

Gothika chimes in with her own opinions.

“But.. It’s not about if it was best for her shape.  Not everyone can wear the outfits that we wear in the ring.  But that look…  That look was totally something our friend and fellow Angel, Diamond would wear.  That halter top was simply stunning.  And I know she’d order one in every shade of blue that she could get.”

RuPaul nods, agreeing with Gothika.

“That’s very true.  Did she succeed in what we were looking for?  Yes, she did.  Was the execution right for her shape?  Maybe not, but she did what she needed to do.  And her Little Richard Impression for the Snatch Game… It was just EPIC!!  And truthfully, she was the best at the Snatch Game, hands down.  But let’s move on…  Let’s talk about Tatiyana.”

Tatiyana’s runway look is put up on the screen, and it’s Gothika’s look.  She’s wearing a pair of black latex pants and matching shirt, and she’s got a rubber corset on which she’s bedazzled with black sequins and rhinestones.   She’s also got on a latex trench coat,  which she’s bedazzled as well with the black rhinestones and sequins, in pattern of a pair of lips.  She’s then made a pair of fangs with the clear rhinestones and sequins, and a red drop at the corner of the lips.  She’s ended the look with a pair of over the knee, lug bottom boots with buckles going down the sides.  RuPaul starts the comments off with this one.

“Now with Tati… Tati has always given us body-ody-ody…  And with this one, she’s still doing that.  But this look… I have to say, this look was so impressive.  I mean, what she did with the corset, and the coat… It was simply breath taking.”

Gothika can’t help but give her comments on this one.

“I have to admit… I truly did like this one.  I mean, while it is a play off of my look, it’s just simply well put together.  And the look fit well for her shape.  I mean, she almost looked like me… Well, minus the fangs of course.  But she put this look together so perfectly!  I loved the corset…  I loved the coat…  Hell, I’d take that whole outfit and wear it myself, right now.”

RuPaul nods quickly, agreeing with Gothika’s comments.

“Totally.. Totally agree.  And her as Britney Spears…  It was just…  Too.. Too funny.  I mean, everyone thought she would be the underdog… But so far, I think she’s brought the total package…  The look on the runway, and the funny in the Snatch  Game.  Now, we come to Chad Michaels… “

Chad Michaels’ look is shown.  She’s wearing a black and cream pinstriped suit with a pair of slanted eyes done in purple rhinestones,  the irises of which are done in dark blue rhinestones, and lots of long eyelashes.  She’s wearing a long, curly black wig, and is carrying a black leather briefcase.  The briefcase has also been bedazzled with a pair of cat shaped eyes in purple and blue.  She’s got on a pair of cream and black mary jane heels with a crystal heel, and she’s giving complete professional woman vibes.  RuPaul takes a deep breath and smiles at the look.

“Now… Chad Michaels…. I mean come on… This look is…  Well,  it’s spectacular… but it’s not exactly in ring gear.”

Raynin holds up her finger and interrupts her.

“Well, in truth, that would actually be in ring gear for our friend, Darknyss.  I mean, think about it…  She’s only managing right now, and not wrestling, so her in ring gear would be that look.  And I know she’d totally have Chad make her that outfit.”

RuPaul chimes back in with her comments.

“Okay…  I’ll give you that…  But I personally feel that she didn’t quite make the mark on the challenge.  The challenge was for the in ring wrestling gear, so I was expecting to see something from Darknyss’s past years.  Which was so classic, I know she could have pulled out something…  Though, her role as Cher for the Snatch Game…  She was so funny, it was amazing.   She was witty, had lots of snappy comments… She was fantastic.”

Gothika nods and grins.

“Oh yes…  Her Cher was so sharp!  I mean, the costume changes… The props… I don’t know where she hid that mic for a solo.”

RuPaul laughs and nods.

“Oh yes… the microphone was totally funny.  Totally.  And last but not least… We have Jigglie Caliente.|

Jigglie’s runway look is shown, and it’s clear that she’s not done one of the Angels, but instead has done the in ring gear of Raynin’s opponent for Climax Control, Mikah.   She’d even put Mikah’s name in rhinestones down the back of the jacket she’s got over the halter top.  RuPaul shakes her head and blinks repeatedly as she looks at the monitor.

“Now Jigglie…  I’m just… I’m just speechless at this moment.  Yes, she did in ring gear, but she was supposed to do the gear of the Angels.  Instead, she’s done the gear of Raynin’s opponent, Mikah.   And not only that, her Snookie just wasn’t… Snookie enough.“

Michelle Visage chimes in again.

“True, she didn’t stick with one of the Angels of the Fallen, but she came out and she worked the look she chose.  And her Snookie was the NEW Snookie… Not the old Snookie who was just out there to party party party.  She’s the Snookie that’s a two time mom, and now a classic house hold name.”

Santino Rice gives his thoughts too.

“Yeah, but look at the look…  She’s clearly not gone for a look that fit her body.  And while the work on the outfit is nice…  It’s like stuffing a pig into a chicken suit.  No offense meant…  I mean, she’s wearing a size twenty- four, and she’s stuffing herself into an outfit that’s made for a size two.  It’s just…  No Jigglie.  Just… Just no.”

RuPaul doesn’t even stop to speak any more on the look and shakes her head.

“Now we could sit here and talk about what she’s done all day, but we’ve got one more girl to talk about, and that’s Sharon Needles. “

Sharon is wearing a pair of black rhinestone studded booty shorts and has taken an ‘Eyes of Darknyss’ t’shirt, decked it out in rhinestones, and ripped it up, turning it into a peek a boo halter top with rhinestone wrapped strings and tied it up in the front with a butterfly broach.  She’s also taken the knee high black leather boots and studded it with Rhinestones in the shape of a pair of eyes, one on each boot.  RuPaul points to the look and nods.

“Now this… THIS is Classic Darknyss with a twist.  THIS is what I mean by in ring gear.  And this look…  This look is great.   This is something that I think Darknyss would have worn when she was stomping  motha’ fuckas’ into the mat!!”

When RuPaul says the last words, she bangs her fist onto the podium for emphasis.  She then speaks again.

“And she KILLED it as you Michelle… Again!!  She was so funny… I could barely speak I was laughing so hard.”

RuPaul is so enthusiastic in her speak, no one says a thing.  They just sit there and nod slowly.  RuPaul lifts her hands and claps them quickly.

“Silence!!  I’ve made my decision…  Bring back my girls…”

When the contestants come back into the main stage and stand up there, waiting for the results, and they all are looking like they want to puke.  RuPaul looks over all of her contestants and takes a deep breath.

“Sharon Needles…  You gave an amazing performance in the Snatch Game.  And your in ring look was one that Darknyss would be proud to wear.  You’re safe.   Raja…  Your portrayal of Raynin’s in ring gear was so special, that she wants you to make her an eye patch in every color.  You’re safe.  Jigglie Caliente… First thing… I want to ask you a question… What made you decide to do Mikah’s look instead of one of the Angels of the Fallen?”

Jigglie shrugs and shakes her head.

“What can I say… I just  thought Mikah was a fierce queen.  She totally has that confidence and that cockiness that I always looked up to and hope to always have.”

RuPaul takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

“Unfortunately, you failed to complete the challenge as it was expected.  And your Snookie left much to be desired.  I’m sorry my dear, but you’re up for elimination.”

RuPaul turns to Tatiyana with a soft smile.

“Tatiyana…  Your look for Gothika left us gagging for more.  And your Britney Spears left us in stitches.  Con-drag-ulations…  You are the  winner of this special show.”

Tatiyana is speechless and actually faints.  The other girls who have already been told they’re safe come up and help her back to stand with the others, once they’ve made sure that she’s alright.   Once she’s back there, RuPaul continues on with the results.

“Kennedy Davenport…  In the beginning, your in ring look was not quite to my liking, but the other judges changed my mind.  And your Little Richard was simply amazing.  You’re safe.  Chad Michaels…  Your Cher was a rockstar…   But your in ring look was not quite in ring enough for me.  I’m sorry my dear, but you’re up for elimination.”

Jigglie and Chad move towards the center of the stage as RuPaul takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“The time has come for you to Lipsync.. FOR YOUR LIFE!!  This is your last chance to impress me, and earn your chance to stay in the competition.   So bring it…  and Don’t Fuck it UP!!”

The two lipsync to RuPaul’s classic, ‘Don’t Be Jealous of My Boogie’ and they tear up the stage.  In the end, RuPaul claps her hands and takes a deep breath.

“Silence!!  I’ve made my decision!!”

After a large dramatic pause, RuPaul gives her decision…

“Chad Michaels…  Shantay, you stay.  Jigglie, you’ve given us your all, you’ve given us your love, and you’ve given us so much joy.  You will be missed.  Now…  Sashay away…”

As Jigglie goes to the work room to say her good byes, the scene fades out….

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The scene comes back in with RuPaul sitting backstage in the Illusions Lounge.  She takes a deep breath before she speaks.

RuPaul:  â€œThat was just an amazing show.  I for one have no idea why it was cut like it was.  It was funny, exciting, and packed full of so much drama… It just boggles my mind as to what might have happened.  But I know someone who would like to discuss such a travesty.  As promised, I’m joined in the studio by none other than the Sin City Wrestling’s former Women’s Bombshell Champion herself, the Warrior Angel of the Fallen, Raynin.  Thank you for coming my dear.”

The scene pulls out and shows Raynin sitting on a couch beside RuPaul.  She’s dressed in a black pinstriped pants suit with a fitted belted jacket, cinched tightly around her waist, and a cream colored satin camisole.  Around her throat hangs a silver chain at the bottom of which dangle a set of silver dog tags that have been encrusted with diamonds.  Her hair is hanging loose around her face in loose waves and she’s got a pair of black sandals with straps made of rhinestones.  She leans forward and she and RuPaul give each other air-kisses before they settle in to speak with one another.

Raynin:
“Thank you for having me Ru. I know this is unusual, as you normally don’t have your previous guest judges sit down for an interview, but I couldn’t come up with a better person than you to ask me some questions.”

RuPaul grins and reaches out to pat Raynin’s hand.

RuPaul:  â€œWhy thank you my darling.  Now… Just between us squirrel friends…  what do you think happened to your show last month?”

Raynin takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Raynin:
“To be honest, I haven’t the foggiest.  It’s possible that there was some contention with the Tunisian Government, and they didn’t want something that truly glorifies the LGBT community being aired in their country.   It’s possible that we have someone on the payroll in the company that has a grudge about the fact that I’m in love with Angel the Teddy Bear and doesn’t want me discussing him to the public, and they got a hold to the recordings and did something to them.  It’s possible that it was just a freak storm that caused the airing to be interrupted.  I don’t’ know.  There are just too many variables and what if’s out there.  All I know is, my shit got cut”

RuPaul takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

RuPaul:  â€œNow… since everything has happened… You actually ended up losing to Mikah in the match at Climax Control.  Now… How much of your loss was contributed to what happened to the show?”

Raynin licks her lips slowly and contemplates her answer before she speaks.

Raynin:  â€œTo be honest… a great deal.  Because of what happened with the show, I had that on my mind, as well as a lot of other things in the background…  I’ve gotten a lot of flack on the relationship I’m trying to build with the one that I love, Angel.  And because of it all… My head truly wasn’t in the game.  And Mikah just got that one little bit of an edge on me.”

RuPaul nods and looks down at her hands, then back up at Raynin.  


RuPaul:  â€œBut you now have another shot at getting the title back, at the next Sin City Wrestling Pay Per View, Into the Void, Arabian Nights, am I right?”

Raynin nods and holds her hand up for a bit.


Raynin:  â€œThat’s right, Ru.  I had a rematch clause in the contract.  And it’s encompassing a lot…  Basically, If I win… I get my title back.  If I don’t, I go back to the end of the road, and I have to fight my way back all over again.  So this is do or die… But this is also the best part of things… It’s where I do my best work.  It’s something that Mikah needs to watch out for… Because I’m coming for her, and I’m coming hard, and Mikah won’t know what’s hit her once I’m done.  It’s bringing out a side of me that everyone should fear.  And I will make damned sure that when I walk out of Dubai, it will be with my title securely back around my waist.”

RuPaul holds out her hand and shakes Raynin’s hand in hers slowly.


RuPaul:  â€œWell thank you so much for allowing me the chance to talk to you about what has happened, and to the Powers that Be in the Sin City Wrestling for letting us get the chance to see the episode that got cut.  And for allowing all of us into yoru life each week.  It’s been a pleasure.  And thank you to all of you in tv land for taking the time to watch this episode of A Day In the Life of Raynin.”

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[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period has passed.

All RPs posted now will be counted towards the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 06/26/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 06/27/2015

[Mikah]

 
<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;">CRIMINAL PART i
DUBAI
|ON-CAMERA| 7 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE i

She sits behind a cold metal table in a very uncomfortable metal chair, waiting for the detectives to walk into the interrogation room.  It was ridiculous that she was was even here, or that's how she was having it portrayed.  She scoffs in disgust before wrapping her arms around her middle, covering up the front of her husband's graphic tee.  She had been going to go down and sit at the pool with her child when she had been “picked” up by the Dubai police department and was apparently going to be questioned by some English speaking policemen.  She sighs as she stares directly through the mirror, knowing that they were standing on the other side of it.  Her eyes flicker to the door as it opens and in walk two detectives, one female and one male.

;;Mikah  â€œAbout time.  Do you morons think I have all day or something?!”

They just look at her before setting down a file on the table and they each take a seat across the table from her.  The silence lingered between them and Mikah didn't seem very impressed.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œHello, Mrs. Stephens.  I'm Detective Morgen and this is my partner, Detective Pierse.  Would you like to know why you're here today?!”

Mikah looked from him to his partner, Detective Pierse before laughing a bit.  She couldn't believe that these two imbeciles were going to be the ones to interview her.

;;Mikah  â€œUm.  No.   I was going to go sit at the pool with my daughter when you fools picked me up and insisted that I came in here.  And you didn't give me any reason, so do you think I know why I'm here?!”

The detectives looked to one another before looking at the bombshell sitting in front of them.  They opened the folder up to reveal a 'dead' body that looked vaguely like Raynin.

••Detective Pierse  â€œDoes this person look familiar?”

Mikah looked at the woman detective before looking down at the pictures that were now displayed on the table in front of her.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't know, maybe.  She looks like my old hag of an opponent come Sunday.  Why, what happened to the dumb bitch?”

Mikah looked to the detectives for an answer as she sat there, oblivious to what they were obviously implying towards her.  She picks at one of her nails, acting as if she had something underneath one of them.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œShe's dead.  And the last time she was seen was with you, in your little promo thing for your silly little company you wrestle for.”

They looked at her, studying her face as she sat there and she simply shrugged her shoulders as she looked through the pictures.

;;Mikah  â€œThat doesn't tell me how she died, morons.”

They looked at her again, their eyes narrowed toward her as she sits there, unmoved and emotionless about the pictures.  It was clear that she didn't care that the girl was dead.  Or that she was the last known person to be linked to her.

••Detective Pierse  â€œYou do know that this makes it look like you had something to do with her death, right?  Have you managed to piece that together in that small minded brain of yours?”

Mikah's eyes shot over to the female detective, who was all but insinuating that Mikah was a little on the dumb side.

;;Mikah  â€œReally!?  That's what you were doing.  I would have never thought that that is what you were doing.  Listen bitch, I'm not stupid; I'm probably smarter than you are.  I want to know how that stupid cunt in the pictures died.  And I want to know now or I'm going to leave because you have nothing to charge me with.”

Mikah pushed her hair behind her as she looked at the detectives sitting across the table from her.  They looked at her, the silence lingering in between them.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œWell, she died by some sort of trauma to the head.”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the male detective as he looks at her intently.  She just rolls her eyes before leaning back in her chair, tipping it a bit onto two legs.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, that sucks for her but works out for me, doesn't it?!  That bitch never even deserved her rematch clause.  What was the one thing that she ever did that was good for the company!?”

Mikah scoffs and kicks the table a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œSo I kicked her in the back of the head, but I absolutely didn't kill her.  I wish that I had though, it'd definitely had gone on my bragging list.”

The detectives raise an eyebrow at her as she exclaims that she wished she had been the one to kill the “fake” Raynin.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œYou wish that you had been the one to kill her?  Do you know how bad that sounds, Mrs. Stephens?”

He raises an eyebrow at her as she just rolls her eyes.  She simply did NOT care that it sounded bad or that it made her sound guilty as sin.

;;Mikah  â€œUm.  Do I care?  No, I don't care.  She's a—she was a stupid bitch, I mean.  She lives in some alternate reality where she thinks she's going to get MY championship and take it back.  She doesn't even deserve it or look good with it.  And absolutely nobody wants her to be the champion!  Isn't that enough for her to back down and step the fuck away?!  I would have thought so.  She's such a disappointment to everybody, including herself, she just doesn't know it yet.”

Mikah pushes the table a bit, scoffing at the thought of Raynin getting the championship back.  It disgusted her, deep down to her core and she didn't care if it wasn't the right thing to say or to think.

••Detective Pierse  â€œSo that gives you the right to kill her?”

Mikah sighs in irritation as she looks at the female detective, a glare settled on the blonde bombshell's face.  She didn't know if Detective Pierse was a little on the stupid side or if she was hard of hearing but it was—she was starting to get on her nerves.

;;Mikah  â€œDid you seriously NOT hear what I just said, you dumb bitch?!  I said I didn't fucking kill her but I only wished that I had.  And you have the nerve to say that I'm the dumb one.”

Mikah rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest and looks to the side.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œOkay, so you say you didn't kill her.  So if you didn't, who did?  Do you have any idea?”

Mikah shakes her head no, looking at him.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, but if you find who did, can you let me talk to them?  I'd like to thank them on getting rid of the one woman who is stupid enough to think she can be successful in a wrestling ring.  That woman, who's dead, is on the same level as Veronica Taylor when it comes to being delirious.  She actually thinks she's better than me.  But if she was better than me, she would've beaten me way back in the first match but no, she needs a rematch to try to rectify that loss.  Whatever.  She's such a scrub.”

Mikah wrinkles her nose at the thought of Raynin winning the championship back before looking at the detectives once more.

••Detective Pierse  â€œSo, you expect us to believe that you didn't kill your opponent but that you only wish that you had?!  Why should we do that?  You have all the motive to want her dead.”

Mikah laughs in the woman's face before tilting her head back and looking up at the ceiling and then looking at the female detective again.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause.  I'm too pretty for prison and I definitely wouldn't survive in there.  Girls like you and Raynin could definitely survive in there, though.  Both of you are completely and utterly hideous.  I bet you'd be somebody's bitch in two seconds if you were to be locked up.  Raynin would try to make somebody her bitch, no doubt but she'd fail.  Just like she fails in life.  Or failed, anyways.”

Mikah thinks for a moment, letting the thought linger in her mind for a moment before looking at the detectives again.  She waits for them to say something.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œSo you're saying because you're too pretty, you wouldn't have killed her?”

Mikah nods her head at the man.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, plus I don't want to jeopardize my future as the SCW Bombshell champion.  I wouldn't risk that by killing some scrub like Raynin.  She doesn't even deserve my time for that.  Trust me.”

Both of the detectives looked a bit skeptical about Mikah's excuses but they hadn't even asked if she had an alibi for when “Raynin” was murdered.

••Detective Pierse  â€œWhere were you when she was killed, Mikah?”

Mikah looks at the female detective, raising an eyebrow.

;;Mikah  â€œI was on my way back to the hotel to spend time with my daughter.  Clearly, I didn't have time to circle back and kill the dumb bitch.  You can call my driver, Alphonso and ask him.  He will tell you that I was in the back of the limousine, enjoying being carted around like the true Queen that I am.  Go on now, I'll wait.”

Mikah makes a shooing motion with her hand and she watches as they hesitate before getting up and leaving the interrogation room.  She leans forward, leaning in to look directly into the camera that was filming them.

;;Mikah  â€œRaynin, I know you think you're the superior bombshell and that you will reign supreme this Sunday but you're dead wrong.  You see, I kind of like being the champion and I'm not about to let you win MY gold back.  Plus, you didn't even take care of it the last time that you had it.  You treated it like garbage, letting it get dusty and dingy, barely could even see the shine and sparkle that the championship has.”

Mikah adjusts her bra underneath her loose fitting shirt before looking back at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI will not let you win.  You can try as hard as you want, you will not get the win when the night is over.   Your heart will be shattered and your dreams will be a shambled mess at your feet as you realize you will go back into the kiddie pool with all those other scrubs where you belong.  It's where you should have stayed, realistically.  You should have never even tried to compete for this championship and should instead focus on the championships that you can actually obtain.  Like Roxi Johnson's championship or those silly tag team championships that mean absolutely nothing.”

Mikah simply shrugs her shoulders, staring at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI hope you realize that this is just the beginning of the end for you, you know.  After I beat the ever living shit out of you, you'll go back to being in pointless matches against scrubs like Amy Marshall, Candy Overton, and Jessie Salco.  Maybe you'll actually be able to win a match and rejuvenate yourself into feeling good about yourself.  Because it will be the only thing that you will have in your life that is worth anything.  And I can promise you that it will be your future.”

She takes a deep breath before sitting back.

;;Mikah  â€œNow watch as I get off the hook for the murder of your career.”

The detectives walk back in and look at Mikah.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œYour alibi checks out, Mrs. Stephens.  You're free to go but don't leave Dubai.”

Mikah smirks at the detectives and stands up, straightening out her skirt and her yoga pants.  She looks at them before smirking at them as she walks towards the door.

;;Mikah  â€œThank you.  And don't worry, I'll be around.”

She walks out of the interrogation room and then out of the precinct, ready to do whatever it was her heart desired.

Love is hard.
DUBAI
|OFF-CAMERA| 6 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE ii

Mikah groans as she hears a knock at her hotel room door and she only hoped that it didn't wake her 10 year old daughter up.  They'd had a long day of shopping and a long day at the pool.  She runs her fingers through her slightly tangled hair as she walks to the door.  She didn't even know who was at her door or who would even want to see her at this hour.

;;Mikah  â€œSeriously?!  It's fucking 1 am.”

She jerks the door open to see her husband, Gavin Stephens standing there.  She just looks at him, remembering the fight or whatever it was they had.

;;Mikah  â€œOh, it's you.”

She hesitates for a moment, trying do decide if she wanted to let him into her hotel suite or let him stay in the hallway.  She knew that he probably wouldn't go away and would continue to bang on the door until she let him in, so she finally steps to the side to let him in.

::Gavin  â€œWhat have you been doing?”

She gives him a look, resisting the urge to smack him and looks towards the bedroom that she had just came out of before looking down at her body.  She was wearing one of his wrestling tees and her panties.

;;Mikah  â€œSeriously, Gavin James!?  I was sleeping.  It's 1 fucking am; it's what normal people do.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at him.  She was just waiting to see what sort of remark that he'd come up with next.

::Gavin  â€œSure you haven't been out fraternizing?”

She tilts her head to the side, glaring at him before looking back towards her designated bedroom for the rest of the week and weekend.

;;Mikah  â€œOh that's right.  Maybe I have Christian Othniel in my bedroom right now.  That's it.”

She simply rolls her eyes at her husband again before looking at him.

::Gavin  â€œProbably.  I did hear someone in the lobby talking about some gross loser and a hot chick getting a room together.”

Mikah takes a deep breath, trying not to throw something at her husband or hit him, which was becoming harder and harder to resist.  She pulls her long blonde locks up into a ponytail before securing it with an elastic ponytail band.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know what?  Maybe I will invite him here, to Dubai.  At least he's actually nice to me.”

She just shrugs her shoulders, knowing he'd have some remark to come back with.  She knew that her husband and her male best friend didn't get along but she wasn't about to pick and choose who she could and couldn't hang out with.

::Gavin  "Of course he's nice to you, the dumb cunt doesn't have any friends and you're silly enough to potentially let him take advantage."

She glowers at him, wanting to do more than throw something at him now.  She leans back against the door, willing herself to stay still.

;;Mikah  â€œHes my best friend, Gavin.  I really don't care if you like him or if you don't because I do.”

She lets out a deep breath, the sounds from the city echoing a bit throughout the hotel suite.  It was clear that these two weren't ever going to agree on one Christian Othniel.

::Gavin  "Yeah, well, if I ever catch him near my house. I'm shooting him for trespassing."

She just looks at him, rolls her eyes, before pushing past him to go back into the bedroom.

;;Mikah  â€œWe can continue this fight in the morning, Gavin.  I'm tired because I've been doing things all day for the super show.  You can have my bed, I'll go share with Leighton.”

She goes to move towards the bedroom again but he stops her, stepping in front of her.

::Gavin  "No, you don't get to pick and choose when we do and don't fight.  That's not how this works."

She groans wanting to just collapse and start to throw a fit like a child, like Leighton would if she was still a small child.  She looks at her husband, irritation and contempt in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œI know you want me to say that I'm not going to be Christian's friend anymore but that's not going to happen, Gavin.  It's just not.”

There were times when Mikah had just wanted life to be fair and for life to be easy.  Things like being a best friend to one person and a wife to another.  Simple.  No blurred lines and no drama.  But of course, it wasn't that easy.  Life wasn't easy; life was sticky and messy but never was it easy.  She wanted to have her cake and eat it too, so to speak.  She didn't want all this shit in between.

::Gavin  â€œPathetic.”

She watches as he turns to walk off towards the bedroom that she told him that he could use.  Although, now she was starting to regret letting him use the room.  She grabs her running shorts and slips them on, half tempted to go on a run.  But she didn't want to start that fight or at least not tonight.

;;Mikah  â€œWhatever.  It's not like you don't have female friends too, you know.  And they DO want your dick.”

She turns on her heel and walks into the second bedroom that her nine year old daughter was asleep in.  She was thankful that she had been smart enough to get a suite with two king sized beds and not a single bed.  She looks at her daughter, watching as she sleeps before she climbs into the unused half of the bed to go to sleep, trying not to even think about her husband and the fight they just had.  She lets Leighton move around before she relaxes enough to go back to sleep.

It's the News.
DUBAI
|ON-CAMERA| 5 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iii

The scene opens up to show a news like desk panel set up with one chair behind it.  There was an obvious fake night scenery background behind it.  Within seconds Mikah walks behind the desk, dressed in a black short skirt and a white dressy tank top with a black blazer like jacket over the tank top.  She shuffles some papers and note cards together, looking at the camera man, who subtly nods to here.

;;Mikah  â€œWelcome to the 5 o'clock news.  I'm Mikah and I'll be your news anchor today and the best fucking one you've ever had at that.”

She pushes her straight blonde locks behind her ears as she looks at the camer before looking down at her flashcards.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's get a look, at traffic...shall we?!”

The camera pans over to a video of the traffic zooming in and out, which was clearly not the real traffic but something that Mikah had cooked up just for her benefit.

;;Mikah  â€œAlright, enough with the stupid traffic, here in stupid Dubai.  Let's talk about the weather in this shit hole, shall we?!”

She stands up, straightens out her skirt before walking over to a green screen, where the map would appear on the camera's end.  She randomly points while she talks.

;;Mikah  â€œOh look, it's fucking hot here.  And fucking hot there.  It's about I think I'll be dead here.  This place is hell, it really is.  I really don't know why Mark Ward and his stupid co-partner Christian Underwood had to book this thing to be here, in this shit hole of a hell.”

Mikah shrugs before rolling her eyes as she walks back over to the desk and sitting down.  She shuffles through her papers as she looks through them.  She ignores the camera for the time being before finally looking up at it.

;;Mikah  â€œPolice reports have let us known that there has been a murder within the last 48 hours.  Some dumb bitch that goes by the name Raynin.  Apparently she worked for some wrestling company known as Sin City Wrestling. Obviously with a name like Raynin, she's known to be an embarrassment and worthless in the ring.”

She smirks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, after all I too am a competitor at Sin City Wrestling.  And oh, have I mentioned that I am the SCW Bombshell Champion?!”

Mikah pulls the championship up from under the desk and props it up on top of the surface.  She dusts it off a little bit, acting as if there was dust on it.  She admires it, a happy look in her eyes as she stares at the perfection of her championship.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I am.  I am the best bombshell that has ever held this championship.  Most people won't agree with what I'm saying because they're in denial or they're just plain jealous.  Don't worry, little cretins, I'll give you time to come to terms with my championship reign.  But let's get back to the news shall we?!”

She shuffles through the papers again before looking at the camera once more.

;;Mikah  â€œThe police reports are saying that this woman was murdered by some sort of trauma to the head.  Their reports are a little vague and leave out a lot of detail.  So here, let me tell you what I think that this woman did.  Or what may have happened.  One moment.”

Mikah clears her throat before leaning back in the chair.

;;Mikah  â€œIt was a fine afternoon, but the match against Mikah was looming closer for Raynin and she was getting scared!  She didn't know what to do because she surely couldn't face Mikah and lose again, that'd be too humiliating but she also knew that she couldn't beat the beautiful and talented Queen Mikah, so what was she supposed to do!?  There weren't very many options out there and there was no time left to back out of the match.  She looked over her options as she began to sob hysterically, trying to think of the ways that she could get out of the match without looking like a chicken but there wasn't any way!  She'd look like a chicken if she backed out now and she just didn't want that at all!  But she couldn't handle losing another match to the Queen Mikah, it just wasn't something she could endure again.  So she sought out, looking and searching for more options until she found the only solution that would save her pride and help her maintain some dignity!”

Mikah leans forward, to get into the story a little bit more.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, she found away to fake her death.  And frame that poor Queen Mikah look as she was the one who was the murderer.  Because after all, who would have the most motive with Raynin dead?!  Of course it would be the Queen Mikah herself.  So Raynin carried out her plan, faking her death and making sure that all the clues lead up to poor, Queen  Mikah.  And those vicious, ridiculous cops took the Queen in for questioning, suggesting that she herself got rid of the hideous creature that is known as Raynin.  But of course, the Queen is much more smarter than those silly police men and women and told them that she had absolutely nothing to do with the hideous creature's death and she had an alibi! So the police men had to let the Queen go, having nothing to hold her on and to wait and see what would happen.  But of course, this only made Raynin angry and it made the Queen happy with joy because the Queen knew that Raynin was scared and was going to try to do anything she could to win, now that her original plan was found out.”

Mikah nods her head, agreeing with her own little warped story.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd that is what I personally think happened.  Raynin was so scared to face me, the Queen that she tried so hard to fake her death and frame me for the murder.  Because then it'd be an easy win for her, right?  She wouldn't have to work hard to get this championship back, now would she?!  Of course not!  Because it'd be vacant because I couldn't defend it behind bars.”

Mikah shakes her head no.

;;Mikah  â€œLet's look to Twitter for some fan based questions, shall we?!”

Mikah pulls out the note cards and sets them on top of the desk.  She clears her throat one more time before looking at the camera and winking at it.

;;Mikah  â€œAt iHATEMisty asks, Mikah, are you afraid to face Raynin again in fear of losing your championship back to her?”

Mikah laughs as she tosses the note card behind her.

;;Mikah  â€œAfraid!? What would I be afraid of?  Raynin's horrible hair cut?!  Her horrible ring attire?  Or maybe it's the fact that she's so laughable.  I really don't know why I would be afraid of her but the answer is no, because I'm not going to lose my championship to her.  And by-the-way, everybody hates Misty.  That's a known fact.”

Mikah nods her head before looking down at the next note card in her pile.

;;Mikah  â€œAt Ineedajob, what are you most looking forward to come Sunday?!”

Mikah pauses to think, tilting her head to the side as she pretends to think about the question.  She then tosses the note card behind her.

;;Mikah  â€œRetaining my championship gold and seeing the look of depression on Raynin's hideously face.  That will be the highlight of the night for everybody.  Nobody wants to see that cretin get this championship back; all she was to it was a disgrace.  And even more than that, really.”

Mikah smirks before looking down again at the next note card in the pile.

;;Mikah  â€œAt IloveVeronica  Hi, Mikah.  I can't believe you beat Veronica Taylor!  Why don't you give her a shot at your championship?!”

Mikah bursts out laughing and continues to laugh for a good minute or so as she lets the question resonate in her head.  That was a funny question, one that Mikah apparently found hilarious.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause Veronica Taylor is a waste of space and takes up a lot of oxygen that more important people need, like me.  She needs to go back to modeling and stick with that.  But I bet even walking down a catwalk is hard for her, because everybody knows wrestling is too hard for her.”

Mikah rolls her eyes before ripping that note card in two and tossing it off to the side.

;;Mikah  â€œAt IluvMikah, I love you Mikah! You are totes my favorite bombshell like ever!   After you beat that freakshow this Sunday night, like what are you going to do to like celebrate?!”

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the wording of the question.  She tosses the note card off behind her.

;;Mikah  â€œEasy.  I'm going to go back to New York, simple.  I'm not going to waste my time in this hell hole.  Why would anybody ever want to live in Dubai!?  I just don't fucking get it.  And I don't even want to wrestle in front of those weird Shiek guys.  Maybe I can get Mark to let Raynin and I have our match elsewhere...”

She thinks about it for a moment but she knew that Mark wouldn't allow it.  She sighs as she looks at the next note card.

;;Mikah  â€œAt IminluvwithRaynin, oh em gee, you are so going to lose on Sunday.  How are you going to wipe those tears away after Raynin captures her championship back!?”

Mikah laughs again, letting her forehead rest against the table top of the desk.

;;Mikah  â€œThese questions are simply hilarious tonight.  Me?!  LOSE to Raynin?  That's laughable to say the least.  And the only tears that are going to be shed that night are going to be from Raynin after she shatters her dreams when she loses to me.  She should've known better than to have put her rematch clause in to get her shot at MY championship.  She should feel grateful that I've even agreed to show up to let her try to get it back.  It won't happen, but she's most definitely welcome to try.  But how are you going to feel, Raynin's obvious number one fan?  When I make that hideous bitch tap out fair and square in the middle of the ring?  And your precious Raynin doesn't get the championship back like you oh so want her to?!  How are you going to feel then?!”

Mikah glares into the camera for a moment.

;;Mikah  â€œI hope you feel like the pitiful, worthless little cretin that you are.  I hope you feel exactly how Raynin is going to feel after she loses on Sunday.  And then even more when she realizes she lost her chance in front of some grand shiek.  That's even more hilarious, now that I think about it.  This whole show is about this Sheik guy or his grandson?  I'm not sure who it's really for but the whole idea of performing in front of this Sheik guy makes me laugh a bit.  He's really a nobody with some sort of grandeur name of sorts.  I could be called something like that and make it official.  But anyways, let's get back to this.  This show is supposed to be a show stealer, so to speak.  To make this Sheik guy happy and so that we get paid a little extra for doing our best.  My match is the co main event, even though it should be the only main event, in my opinion.”

Mikah rolls her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œNewsflash, Mark or Christian, nobody cares about Sean Jackson or Kain.  It's all about me, now.  Me, me, me, me, me!  And it's about time that you two recognize that.  I'm not just about to sit back and let some scrub like Christian Underwood try to tell me how to run my life and how to act.  Last I checked, he wasn't the man that fathered me.  Or tried to be a father to me, anyways.  He's just some scrub that likes to pretend he's in charge.  But go ahead, Christian, continue to try to get me to alter my behavior.  Just see how far that gets you.”

Mikah and Christian had been having words back and forth on Twitter, neither fond of the other.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd by the way, Christian, I'm not going anywhere so you better get used to seeing me around.  I plan on holding MY championship for a long, long time.  And I can promise you that.”

Mikah nods her head to affirm her own words.

;;Mikah  â€œSo Raynin, are you getting more and more nervous for our match on Sunday?!  Because I'm getting rather excited, more than nervous.  I can only hope that you're ready for it because it's going to be the show stealer match.  You're going to try to do all your high flying shit and I'm going to do what I do best and that's beat you at your own game.  I'm going to make you tap out again.  Right smack dab in the middle of the ring and you will have no other choice but to tap out and give in to my demands.  It will be like having a hostage in the middle of the ring.  You will be struggling to breathe as you sputter out blood but of course, like the moron you are, you will refuse to tap out—at least at first anyways.  You will claw and scratch, trying to get me to loosen my grip on you as I pull your trachea tighter against my shin, crushing it more and more, threatening to crush it for good so you don't have the choice to breathe on your own.  You will feel that desperate feeling that you get when you can't breathe, the one that makes you start to panic as your brain starts to lose oxygen and you become light headed but the pressure to your trachea is still there, thanks to my shin.  So what options do you have left?!”

Mikah looks at the camera, a sinister look in her pretty eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œYou will have no other choice but to tap out.  You will struggle to do even that because of the lack of oxygen that has gotten to that child-sized brain of yours.  You will have to retrain your brain for a moment, trying to make yourself think as you want to tap out, knowing that you will need the oxygen to live otherwise you'll become brain dead and you will have to be on life support until somebody pulls the plug on your pitiful, pathetic life.”

She stands up, straightening out her jacket before looking at the camera again.

;;Mikah  â€œYou underestimated me once, Raynin.  Don't do it again.  See you soon.”

Mikah doesn't give the camera man any warning as she walks off of the set.  It was time to go see if Gavin had done something with Leighton or if he left the child to her own devices.  She only hoped that he wasn't that big of an asshole.

All the drama.
DUBAI
|OFF-CAMERA| 5 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE iv

Mikah walks back into the hotel room after filming her promo for SCW to see Gavin sitting on the couch, playing whatever video game it was he was interested.  She sets her things down, having changed back into a pair of short shorts and a simple neon tank top.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you done being an asshole?”

It'd been a day or so since their big fight and Mikah wasn't about to make up with him just like that.  But she wanted to test the waters, maybe even bait the waters a bit.

::Gavin  â€œWe'll see.”

She rolls here eyes at him before throwing her balled up jacket at him.

::Gavin  "You're incredibly rude but—if you think stripping is gonna make things up, you're gonna have to do better."

Mikah glares at the back of his head as she walks into her bedroom, tugging her tank top off and searching for a clean sports bra.  She tugs her normal one off and slips her turquoise and black sports bra on before shimmying out of her shorts and pulling on her spandex NIKE workout ones.

;;Mikah  â€œIf you think I'm going to strip for you now, you're delusional.  Have you been hanging out with those one idiots that used to work for SCW?!  Share some of their weed or whatever with them?”

She grabs her NIKE Lunar Glide 5.0 running shoes that were pink and grey with reflective leopard print on them.  She sat on a chair and slipped her socks on before pulling her shoes on and looking at her husband.

::Gavin  â€œ....Who?!”

Mikah looks at him.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you think I know their names?!  I wasn't the one who was obsessed with beating them.”

She looks at him, placing her hands on the knees.  She leans back as she pulled her platinum blonde locks up into a ponytail, pulling her bangs out of her face and also securing them into the ponytail as she wraps the elastic band around her platinum locks.

::Gavin  â€œUgh, who cares.”

She laughs a bit before standing up and pulling her spandex like shorts a bit, fixing them.

;;Mikah  â€œRight.  Why would you care?  I'm going for a run, now.  Don't be too asshole-ish to Leighton while I'm out.”

He pauses his video game to look up at his wife.

::Gavin  "I'll get out all the knives and leave them for her, lets see what happens."

Mikah takes a deep  breath, trying not to get too angry at her husband and to resist the urge to throw something at his handsome face.

;;Mikah  â€œSeriously, Gavin James?!  Why did you even come here if all you're going to do is be an asshole!?  I could've done without it, you know.”

She glowers at him as she pulls at her bra, trying to pull it into a more comfortable position.

::Gavin  "Because I missed you, stupid. I'm just pissed at you at the same time."

Gavin looks at her and she just rolls her eyes at him.

;;Mikah  â€œWhatever.  That makes no sense.  I'll be back, unless I die from heat exhaustion.”

She goes tot walk past him, to get to the door so that she could go on her run but he grabs her wrists and tugs her into his lap.  She looks at him, a look of sheer irritation laced in her eyes.  He just leans in and kisses her, completely throwing her for a loop.  She freezes in his lap, totally unsure of how to react to his kiss.  She pulls away from him and just looks at him for a moment.  She knew that he was still not happy with her and she couldn't decide if she cared.

;;Mikah  â€œThat was...”

She stops talking, thinking for a moment as she tries to put a word to what she wanted to say.  She looks at him before getting off of his lap.

;;Mikah  â€œUnexpected.  But I'm still going on a run.”

She wasn't going to be distracted from what her task at hand was going to be.  She looks at her husband once more before grabbing her arm band that would hold her phone and straps everything into the band before putting it on her arm and then putting the earbuds in her ears as she leaves the hotel room.  She knew that he wasn't going to be happy with her going on her third run of the day but she simply didn't care at the moment.

Within the next five minutes or so, she found herself finally outside of the hotel she was staying at and she looks both ways before choosing to run the path that she had set for herself that morning.  She steadies herself as she runs, careful not to over exert herself on her run.  She was trying her best not to think about her husband, who was extra grouchy as he was left at the hotel.  Not that it really mattered, he'd go back to playing video games and completely ignoring her presence anyways.  At least with running, she'd feel good about herself and not focused on his anger towards her.

She stops after about forty five minutes of running and looks around the city.  She really, really didn't like Dubai because it seemed to be overly hot and she couldn't stand the heat.  But maybe it was the humidity that she was feeling because her phone had told her that it was only 84 degrees out.  And that was normal for New York City weather but there was something different about Dubai weather when compared to her beloved New York City.

She takes in the scenery as she relaxes, trying to take even breaths so she wasn't out of breath by the time she got back to the hotel room.   She smiles to herself before starting to run again, heading off in her known path by now.  She feels her hair moving, swaying side to side as she ran, her feet hitting he pavement as she keeps her usual pace up.  She loved the way it felt to run, the wind in her face and the way that her heart beat inside of her chest, it was all exhilarating and for her, it was refreshing.

Running cleared her mind, helping her get back to being focused on what she needed to be focused on and that included her match this coming Sunday.  She was ready for it to be over and she was ready to prove to Raynin and to everybody else in the locker rooms that she was for real.  She wanted to prove that she just wasn't some  bimbo that came in with false hopes and on the pretense that some other woman had an off night.  She knew that that was how Raynin was going to explain her loss to Mikah and it only made Mikah a tad bit irritated.  It made it seem like Raynin just wasn't Raynin on that one fateful night but Mikah knew different.  She knew that on that night, she was the better competitor and the one that had stole the match for the entire show that night.

She exhaled as she ran, trying again not to over exert herself and waste all her energy for the night on this run.  Her mind began to play the match in her mind over and over again as she thought about it.  She knew that she'd had Raynin's number that night.  She had known it before the match even started and she couldn't explain it.  It was a feeling that she'd had in the pit of her stomach as she walked around backstage, preparing for the match.  And it was magic that night, performing in the ring in front of the thousand of fans that tuned in to see the match.  She had loved every minute of it.  But she knew that she wanted to be the Bombshell champion when she was handed the championship and her fingertips wrapped around it.

She started the run back to the hotel, making it a bit easier on herself as she concentrated on the path that she had taken to get to where she was.  She needed a hot shower then she was going to spend some time with Leighton, something that she had desperately needed.

Within twenty five minutes or so, she was back in her hotel room and she was looking at Gavin as he stood in front of her and her way to the bathroom.  She crosses her arms over her chest.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you need something Gavin?  I need to shower and you're blocking my way to the bathroom.”

She looks at her husband as she pulls the elastic out of her hair, letting her platinum blonde locks cascade down around her shoulders.  She wasn't in the mood to play one of his games, and she was sure that he felt the same way.

::Gavin  â€œGod forbid you walk around..”

She gives him a look before walking around him and literally marching into the bathroom to get to the shower.

CRIMINAL part ii.
DUBAI
|ON-CAMERA| 3 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE v

Mikah growls in irritation as she once again finds herself in the same interrogation room that she was in earlier in the week.  She looks down at her neon coral and oatmeal colored striped t-shirt dress.  She looks at her newly manicured nails, a bright highlighter yellow coral.  She had found a good place to take Leighton to the day before to spend the day getting their toes, nails, and hair done.  It had been worth it to take a day off from her wrestling things to spend the day with her darling daughter.

;;Mikah  â€œHellooo?  Anybody out there on the other side of that glass?!  I really don't have the time for this.”

She leans back in her chair, running her fingers through her wavy blonde locks as she growls in irritation.  They didn't even give her much of an explanation other than the fact that she needed to show up here again.  She looks at the mirror, staring right through it as if she did indeed see the detectives behind it.  It didn't take long for Detective Morgen to walk through the door and sit down across from her.

;;Mikah  â€œAbout time.  Do you fools think I have the time to waste sitting in here to wait to talk to you fools?!”

She looks at him before looking around the cold, dimly lit room before settling her eyes back on the male detective.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œMy apologies, Mrs. Stephens.  I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but there were things that I had to do with my partner.”

He offers her a small smile but she just simply rolls her eyes at him.

;;Mikah  â€œWhatever.  Why am I here again?”

Mikah leans back in her chair again, her face serious with not an ounce of emotion present.  She didn't want to give him any impression that she cared that he had dragged her back to this spot she'd been in before.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œSome of our lab reports have come back a little mixed up.  I know you have an alibi for when Raynin was murdered. But your hair was found on the clothes that she was wearing when she died.  Can you explain that?!”

[Mikah]

 
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Mikah looks at the detective, a look of contempt flashing through her eyes.  She didn't want to explain anything to that moron, because he didn't deserve it.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't know.  I have long hair and it sheds really easily and plus, she and I work together.  We had a match together about a month ago, so maybe she stashed it somewhere.  I really don't know.  I just know that I had nothing to do with her murder.”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders and watches as Detective Morgen flips through the file before looking at Mikah, a skeptical look on his face.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œSo, you're trying to tell me she somehow stashed her hair on her body before she was murdered?  Why would she do that?”

Mikah gives the detective a look, trying not to reach across the table and strangle the man.  She didn't have anything to do with anybody's murder, let alone some dumb bitch that absolutely nobody cared about.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't know, okay?  I don't live in the mind of Raynin and I can thank God for that.  Would you have wanted to be her?  No, I don't think so.  I don't even think Raynin wanted to be Raynin.  But I don't even think she's really dead.  I know you have a body or whatever, but she has some strings that she can pull to make people believe that it's her in the morgue.”

He just looked at her, her theory meaning absolutely nothing to him as she sits across from him spilling out her theory.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œAnd why would she do that?  Why would she fake her death?”

Mikah laughed before looking at him as if he was fifty shades of moronic.  She runs her fingers through her hair again, just looking at him.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause she's scared to face me on Sunday, again.  She's scared to lose and humiliate herself in front of thousands of people.  And I don't blame her, really.  Because if I was her and I was going up against somebody of my caliber, I'd be scared too.  And then there's the fact that absolutely NOBODY wants her to be the Bombshell champion.  Don't get me wrong, people don't want me to be champion either but they have to admit I look a trillion times better than she does as the Bombshell Champion.”

She looks at the detective a cocky and sinister look in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œIt doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out either.  Look at her then look at me.  It's obvious that I take better care of my looks and my body.  If you put her right next to me, you'd know within an instant who has the better physique.  So now I will ask you a question: why would I murder her?!”

She looks at him, looking into his eyes as he looks at her.  She knew that he wouldn't understand, he was a simple minded man with a boring job.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œI don't know, that's what I am trying to find out, Mrs. Stephens.  There is no proof that she had faked her death and the body that is in the morgue isn't her.  So until it's revealed that she did indeed fake her death, we have to treat this as a real murder investigation.”

She rolls her eyes at him as she loosely crosses her arms over her chest, looking at the detective.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't know Raynin that well, even though we do work together.  She's somebody that's not been around very much and if she has, she's rather quiet.  I stick to myself to but people know that I'm around and still employed by SCW.  She's very...odd.  But I wouldn't want to kill her.  I want to prove to those idiots that I deserve to be the champion and the only way I can do that is by beating her a second time.  How can I do that if she's dead!?”

Mikah looks at him, trying her best to plead her case.

;;Mikah  â€œI can't beat her if she's dead and she's just obviously looking for an easy way to get back MY championship that she lost.  And what easier way to do just that then have her opponent be locked up in jail, don't you think?  I mean, if I was scared of losing to her, I'd maybe do something of the same thing but I'm not scared of her.  And I'm not going to lose to her.”

She watches as Detective Morgen flips through a few more papers before looking at Mikah.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œDo you have any proof that she faked her death, Mrs. Stephens?”

Mikah looked at him, trying to think of any proof that she had.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, of course not.  What proof would I have, detective?!  I barely pay her any attention as it is and I'm booked in a match with her come Sunday.  So of course I don't have any proof, other than the fact that she's obviously scared that she's going to lose on Sunday and it would be the second worst match of her career but of course, it'd just make my career look that much better.  I mean let's face it, Detective, I'm the better looking Bombshell and I'm better in the ring.  The only thing you should be worrying about is how she's going to feel after I crush her trachea.  Are you worried about that?”

He looks at her, raising an eyebrow at her.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œAnd how are you going to crush her trachea?”

Mikah smirks at him, a twinkle in her eyes as she looks at him.

;;Mikah  â€œI could show you...but those other goons behind the glass would come in and arrest me for assault on an officer.  But it would involved me wrapping my legs around her neck and pressing my shin against her throat and using my hands to pull her head towards me.  It's a wonderful move, it really is.  I love executing it so much.  Have you ever seen a wrestling match, Detective?”

Mikah flickers her eyes up to look at him, her eyes peering into his.  She watches as he shakes his head no.

;;Mikah  â€œAh, such a shame.  I don't even know how to go about explaining the exhilarating rush you get when you walk down the ramp, getting ready to compete.  And to hear those idiotic fans booing and jeering at you, it's like music to my ears.  Your heart starts to pump faster inside of your chest as you take in the fans around you before you step into the ring and then there it is, you're in the ring.  It's like something goes off inside of you, alerting you that something great was going to happen.  Then your opponent gets back in the ring, because let's face it, I'm always supposed to be the last one to come out.  You get ready, looking across the ring at one another before circling each other like vultures then the magic starts.  I'm sure it's fun to watch too, I enjoy watching some of my peers' matches.  Granted, not all of them but some of them.  You should come this Sunday, it'd be my treat of course.”

She wasn't trying to bribe him, just trying to get him to expand his horizons.

;;Mikah  â€œWe're performing for some weird Sheik guy.  I couldn't tell you his name because he's not really that important to me.  Honestly.  I don't even think he's as important as he's convinced my boss that he is.  Which surprises me because Mark Ward isn't the idiot one of my bosses, that title is strictly reserved for Christian Underwood.  I know, I'm rambling but seriously, come to the show, you'll enjoy it.”

He looks at her, seeing the genuine interest in her chosen career path.  He closes the folder before leaning back himself.  He knew that she wasn't guilty, at least by now.

§§Detective Morgen  â€œOne last question, Mrs. Stephens and then you'll be free to go...what do you plan on doing after the match is over, if she did indeed fake her death?”

She looks at him, frowning just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, after I win this match I'm going to get the hell out of Dubai and go back to my New York City home for starters.  I seriously do not know how any of your morons can even live in this godforsaken place.  Then I'm going to take my daughter on a shopping trip to celebrate my huge win.  And then there's the fact that Raynin will have to go back down into the depths of whatever hole that she was in before she tried to become relevant.  That's what I plan on doing.  I don't know what the cretin plans on doing after her loss but I'm not worried about.  And now I've got to get going.  Hope you come to see me destroy Raynin.”

She winks at him and he doesn't say anything as he watches her get up and walk out of the interrogation room.  She didn't know why, but for some reason she felt that her match with Raynin was going to be the one match that stole the show.  And she still believed that her match should be the only main event but she wasn't the booker of anything, so she had to try to live with being in a co-main event.

Mommy daughter Bonding Time.
DUBAI
|OFF-CAMERA| 2 DAYS UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE vi

Mikah was overjoyed to be spending time with her little mini-me.  They'd spent the other day together, getting manicures and pedicures and massages and today, Mikah was glad to just sit by the pool and watch her swim away like a little fish.  She watches as Leighton bobs under water before popping back up and wiping the water from her face before swimming over to the edge and looking up at her mother.

♥♥Leighton  â€œMommy, you should get in!”

Mikah smiles at her daughter before adjusting her neon turquoise bikini.  She wasn't much of a swimmer but she enjoyed watching her daughter swim.

;;Mikah  â€œI like watching you swim, baby.  Are you having fun?”

Mikah looked down at Leighton, smiling warmly at her.

♥♥Leighton  â€œI am, mommy.  Are you having fun?”

Mikah looks at her daughter, adoration showing clearly in her eyes.  Her daughter was already a better person than Mikah was and Mikah absolutely loved that about Leighton.  Leighton had compassion for other people and she was a considerate little girl, something Mikah hadn't ever been.

;;Mikah  â€œI am, baby.  This is a place where I never expected to have fun, though.  But shh...don't tell mommy's bosses.”

Mikah winks at her daughter before watching Leighton swim away for a bit.  Mikah sighs as she sits out in the sun, letting her skin get warm and bronzed.  She lets Leighton swim for a while before Leighton decides she's done with swimming and wants to go do something else.  Mikah had promised Leighton earlier that she'd take her out for ice cream after she was done swimming.  Mikah smiles at her daughter as they walk back into the hotel to go back to their hotel room to change before going out for ice cream.

Ten minutes later, Mikah had changed into a pair of Miss Me neon turquoise short shorts that she'd paired up with a neon pink top.   She looks at Gavin as he stands there ready to go.  She hadn't been aware that he even wanted to go with them to get ice cream since he'd been in a mood all week.  She looks at Leighton, smiling at the young girl's choice of clothing.  She looked over at Gavin as she fidgeted with her own wavy locks of hair.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm surprised that you even want to come with and be seen in public with me.”

She looks at him watching as he smooths his own hair down, looking at her before looking at Leighton.

::Gavin  â€œI'm in public with you all the time...stop overreacting.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at him before they leave the hotel room to go find the Baskin Robbins that she'd read about online.  She didn't know much about overseas ice cream parlors and she liked to stick to her favorite back in New York City that carried the best cotton candy ice cream ever.  She wasn't much of an eater but anything cotton candy flavored was usually her favorite.

;;Mikah  â€œReally?  I'm pretty sure we haven't been in public together in a while.”

She shoots him a look as they walk along the sidewalk, Leighton skipping in front of them.  She was lost in her own nine year old world.  Mikah was thankful that Leighton was oblivious to the fact that Mikah and Gavin have been going through a bit of a rough patch, so to speak.

::Gavin  â€œLike you go anywhere in public other than SCW in fuckin' Dubai and weird places.”

It took them roughly ten minutes or so to walk to the little Baskin Robbins parlor.  They walk in, Leighton immediately skipping to the glass display case that held buckets and buckets of ice cream.  Mikah watches as the little girl presses her nose to the glass.

♥♥Leighton  â€œMommy!  I want the Peanut Butter 'n Chocolate ice cream!”

Mikah smiles at her daughter, who loved anything with peanut butter in it.  She nods her head before looking at Gavin.  They all get their ice cream, Mikah getting her usual cotton candy in a cone, Leighton's Peanut Butter 'n Chocolate, and Gavin gets his usual vanilla ice cream.  Mikah shoots Gavin a look as they walk out of the parlor.  She didn't want to sit in there and eat her ice cream when it was nice outside and they could go for a walk instead.

They walk barely talking as they eat their ice cream, Leighton skipping ahead of the two as she is in her own little world.  Mikah looks at her husband before looking ahead at Leighton.  She smiles at the little girl before looking again at Gavin.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you done being all mad at me for having Christian Othniel as my best friend?”

They stop as they near a beach and they cross the street to let Leighton get closer.  She looks at Gavin again before making sure her attention was back on her daughter.  She slowly licks her ice cream, eating it slowly.

::Gavin  â€œNope.  But you're my wife and I love you so, shit happens.”

She looks at him before looking at Leighton and laughing as Leighton finishes her ice cream in record time before asking if she can go play in the sand.  Mikah nods her head before finding a bench to sit down on.  She didn't want to push Gavin any more, she wanted him to just get over it.  She wasn't going to end her friendship with Christian Othniel over it and she wasn't going to lose her marriage either.  She watches as he sits next to her and she just looks out at Leighton as Leighton plays in the sand before running to the edge of the water to stick her feet in.  Even if they were in chaos, Mikah loved her little family.

Be Prepared.
DUBAI
|ON-CAMERA| 1 DAY UNTIL SHOWIME
SCENE vii

The Bombshell championship sits on a podium in the middle of the ring, a spotlight is the only ray of light that can be seen and it's shone on the championship itself.  Mikah was nowhere in sight, the arena pitch black except for that spotlight.  The camera zooms in, getting a good look at the championship before zooming out just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is the Bombshell championship and it alone stands for so much more than people can tell anybody about it.  There is also a lot of history that has to do with this championship for Sin City Wrestling.  Former bombshells that have held this championship that is all about honor and holds such prestige for itself.”

Her voice cuts off for a moment, letting her words sink in.  She lets the silence go on for about a minute or two.

;;Mikah  â€œAlthough, I look at this championship's history and I don't see very many names on there that deserve to be held with such prestige.  People like Misty, Delia Darling, Amy Marshall, Vixen, Roxi Johnson, Amanda Cortez, and of course Raynin have all held it before me.  None of their reigns are that significant to me and none of them are worth hardly anything.  And maybe people would see Delia as worthy if she hadn't been such a mean girl but maybe her reign is the only one in the past six months that has even meant anything to this company.  Why does it matter you ask?  I'll tell you.”

She stays in the dark, letting the spotlight stay on the championship and the championship itself.  She didn't want to overshadow the fact that her match with Raynin was all about the championship that was sitting in the middle of the ring on a podium type thing.

;;Mikah  â€œThis championship has been passed around three times now in the past four or so months.  Doesn't scream that its well sought after or taken care of.  Why wouldn't any of those cretins that I mentioned want to take care of it?!  I don't understand.  Is it beneath you to actually care about a championship, the only one that matters in the Bombshell land.  Sure, go ahead and mention that silly Bombshell Roulette championship but it doesn't matter, it's complete and utter trash!  It is NOTHING compared to MY championship and I will make sure that everybody knows that my championship is the only thing that should be cherished and worshiped on this show.”

She steps into the light a little bit, letting just her facial features be seen.

;;Mikah  â€œI am going to change that.  I am bound and determined to be the one to hold onto this championship longer than any of those cretins that were mentioned a few moments ago.  Nobody, absolutely NOBODY believes that I can do it.  But I will prove you all wrong.  You want somebody like Raynin to hold this championship?!  You're laughable for thinking that, then!  All of you fans out there are nothing BUT laughable.  You all put your chips in somebody else's basket because you don't like the way I do things or how I treat people but I get things done.  And I get them done the right way.”

She pauses, thinking about her word choices.

;;Mikah  â€œI remember what it feels like to be on the losing end of things, Raynin.  I do, it's only happened a few short times here in my SCW career but I do know what it feels like.  However, I don't know how it feels to lose the Bombshell championship, however.  Can you tell me how it feels?  I can take a well educated guess at how it feels but obviously, I don't have the tools that support that.  Does it feel like everything has gone wrong in your life?  That you can't pull anything together and that you're grasping at empty straws?  Or does your world feel all blue and grey and that you'll never be happy again?  Are you sinking into a mudhole of depression as you try desperately to pull yourself out?!”

The suggestions were ludicrous and she knew it but she was enjoying herself.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I wonder how you will feel after our match is over on Sunday and you're still NOT the champion?  I'm sure you will go back into hiding, licking your wounds as you realize that your dreams have become shattered at your feet.  I will go back to New York City, sitting on my pedestal as if you weren't even in the match as if you didn't even matter.  Because you don't matter, Raynin.  You're just some girl with some skills that happened to get a contract here with SCW.”

Mikah holds a finger up as if to stop Raynin from talking.

;;Mikah  â€œAh, ah, ah.  I'm not done talking Raynin and you may not interrupt.  Have you forgotten the rules that you learned in kindergarten?!  You do not interrupt somebody when they are talking!”

She had playfully scolded Raynin, as if she was in the ring as well.

;;Mikah  â€œI know that you were here before me and that you've had a previous run with this championship.  I know that you think you have some sort of claim to this championship but you don't.  Your claim on it was over when I made your ugly, pathetic ass tap out.  And I hadn't even cheated to win, that's the thing!  People are still calling my win over you some sort of fluke.  But I don't understand how it can be a fluke when I was the one making you tap out and you didn't have any other choice but to do so.  Of course, I could've crushed your trachea had you not tapped out but you were smarter than that.”

Mikah winks at the camera before stepping a little more into the spotlight.

;;Mikah  â€œBut however, Raynin.  I do plan on crushing your trachea come Sunday night.  You can tap out all you want and I will NOT let go.  Do you think I appreciate you waltzing around, acting like you actually deserve your rematch!?  Absolutely not!  It's a travesty that this is happening and to me!  I have to face some cretin because of some silly clause that they had in their contract.  Well, guess what, Raynin.  I have a rematch clause in my contract too.  So even if you do somehow manage to win, we will go one on one again.  But...”

She pauses, a slightly evil smirk crossing her face.

;;Mikah  â€œI already know that you have no chance in hell in winning.  How do I know?”

She pauses again, letting the question linger.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause, I'm better than you Raynin.  You are just...some girl that got a win over another easy girl.  That's all.  You're not that talented in the ring.  Oh, so you can jump off the top rope and hopefully do something that's worthwhile.  Woo, so exciting and so un-talented.  I could do that if I wanted to but I don't.  I don't want to injure myself by doing such stupid, rash things like that. I don't want to break my neck or a leg doing something that typically doesn't have to be done.  You were in our match, Raynin.  I got the job done without doing such stupid, rash things.  And you or those other scrubs in the locker room may not agree with me being the champion, but I...I think it suits me well actually.”

She picks up the championship and slings it over her shoulder before kicking the podium over.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is where this belongs; not on some other cretin that doesn't know how to handle herself in the wrestling ring.  I don't even care how long they say that they've been competing or doing this for a living.  I've been doing this for a long time but this time, I'm rejuvenated and determined to not let some scrub like Raynin get a win over me.  I'm going to keep this championship for a long time and those scrubs in the back better get used to this sight because it's going to be around for a long time.”

Mikah brings the championship up to her lips and kisses the front plate before settling it back onto her shoulder.  She flicks her hair out behind her before looking at the camera.  She was wearing her ring attire, the color she'd chosen to wear for the promo was white.  She was saving her purple attire for Sunday night.

;;Mikah  â€œI feel like we haven't had much time to talk to one another, Raynin.  Do you feel that too?!”

A sinister look passes through Mikah's eyes as she sits down in the middle of the ring criss-cross style or indian style, whichever you prefer.

;;Mikah  â€œSo let's talk.  Let's talk about how you came up short of retaining your championship on May 24, 2015.  Oh hey, it's been EXACTLY a month and 3 days since I've had my championship.  I think I will celebrate with my husband when I get back to the hotel.  Back to you Raynin.  You had thought that you were so close in securing your win but then I just...wrapped my legs around your neck, locking in my Cupid's Chokehold and then continued to apply pressure until you tapped out.  It was a glorious moment in my career.  The rush that I get when somebody taps out to MY finisher is like no other.  I'd say it's better than sex but let's be real, there's hardly anything better than sex.  Especially with my husband.”

She winks at the camera with her mention of husband and how great he was in the sack.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd yes, I do talk about my husband a lot but so would you, if you were married to somebody as attractive as he is.”

She clears her throat before once again pushing her hair behind her shoulders, sitting up straight.

;;Mikah  â€œThe minutes are ticking away, Raynin.  They're ticking away and we're getting closer and closer to the moment where we step into the ring with one another again.  I'm excited more than I am nervous.  How are you feeling?  Are you feeling like this is the match that will determine the next step of your career?  Because you know that it will.  You will be going back to the end of the line, where you deserve to be in reality.  You will not be the one that I go up against again after I crush your trachea and you are left with no other choice again but to tap out.  How will your family feel!?  Disappointed?  Humiliated that their daughter couldn't hack it in a wrestling ring?!”

Mikah places her hand over her chest, acting as if her words were hurting herself.

;;Mikah  â€œPoor little Raynin will have to go home empty handed and explain how she couldn't beat the champion, like she expected to do.  Tsk, tsk.  Should've stayed hidden, shouldn't have you?  I mean, that's what I would've done if I had been in your shoes.  But wait, I'm not going to ever be in your shoes!  I am not going to give this championship up so easily.  I will fight till I'm black and blue before surrendering to anybody.  This championship deserves to stay in one place and I am going to make sure I do everything in my power to make that happen.”

She glowers a bit at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œIt all boils down to this Raynin.  Our match is going to happen and it's going to be the co-main event of the show.  You're going to walk out to the ring first and be stoked and prepared and what not.  Then I'm going to walk out from the back, my music blasting from the speakers and my little movie thing playing on the screen and I'm going to have that air of confidence around me as I strut down the ramp.  I'll get in the ring and I'm sure you'll have that look of determination written all over your fugly looking face.  The referee will raise my championship up into the air before handing it off to the side before the bell rings.  And then, the match will start and everything will start to go wrong.  But I do intend for this match to steal the show, I promise you that.  I will not let some stupid tag team match overshadow our match.  And no, not for you because who fucking cares about you but for me.  I am going to make sure that I am going to be the star of the show.  And that will happen when you tap out after I lock in Cupid's Chokehold and then am announced as the winner and STILL the SCW Bombshell champion.  Three words that I will love hearing at the end of the match.  And Raynin, I do hope that you are prepared to go to battle and to war because this will be the last time I willingly give you a shot at my title.  So...be prepared.

She smirks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œSee you soon, Raynin.”

She stays sitting in her position as she grabs the championship and holds it over her head in the air.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

The camera stays on Mikah for a good three minutes before letting the spotlight fade to black before it stops recording.  Mikah stands back up after the lights flicker on and she adjusts her bottoms before leaving the place.  She couldn't wait for Sunday to be over so she could be back on her way to New York City.

[Raynin]

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Raynin Into the Void 4, Arabian Nights RP 2

 
 
Event: Sin City Wrestling’s  Pay Per View, Into the Void 4, Arabian Nights     
DATE:  Sunday 06/28/2015
 
Place: [/color Dubai, United Arab Emirates


Venue:  Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum's Palace 

 
Match:  IN THE MAIN EVENT…  WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH

Opponent:   VS.  MIKAH

 
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So…  Here we are again… In the home stretch towards another amazing Pay Per View.  Things are building up towards one hell of a ride, and I for one will be glued to my seat for this one.  But with everything that is going on, what will be the match that will make Into The Void 4, Arabian Nights the most exciting?  I know for me, it will be the Main Event, when the current Champion, Mikah defends her Sin City Wrestling’s World Bombshell Championship title against the former Champion, the Warrior Angel of the Fallen herself, Raynin!  Why is this match going to be so exciting you ask?  Well, think about it…  Mikah is promising to take out Raynin by splitting her open… Raynin is not in her right mind right now, as evidenced by her actions over the past few weeks, and Lord KNOWS what she’s going to do in the ring…  That makes for one hell of a volatile situation in and of it’s own.  But when you add in the fact that Raynin is already pissed off over losing the title in the first place, AND she’s ticked about what Kris Halc did to her beloved Angel…  Let’s just say, I wouldn’t want to be Mikah right about now.   Mikah’s confident that she’s got the Former Champion’s number…  But Raynin is known for shocking everyone and doing what most think is impossible, and persevering when most would have given up.  Mikah’s confidence could be her downfall.   But who knows what will happen!!  This is Sin City Wrestling!!  Shit happens every day that makes your jaw drop and your mind end up blown!!   I can’t wait to see what happens next!!  Can you?…  
 

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It was another wild Friday night in Las Vegas, and everyone is ready for some fun.  The block is hot…  and I do mean HAWT!!  I mean literally…  As the temperature skyrocketed, so too did the behaviors of the people in the city.   Even she was not immune to what the city wanted to have happen…  And so, she gave in.  She went to her closet and pulled out an outfit that she knew would cause heads to turn and eyes to roll.  I mean, who wouldn’t want to watch her walk in a pair of seven inch black leather platforms, with crystal heels and rhinestones decorating the straps which made her legs look longer than what they were, and made her stand at over six feet tall.  Who wouldn’t want to see her coming and going as she walked past them in the layered chiffon swing skirt, the top of which lay low on her hips, and the bottom of which barely hung past the swells of her butt, and flashed a little cheek every time she spun a bit too fast because she was wearing her black lace boy shorts.  And then there was the black satin handkerchief halter top that was only being held up to her chest by the strands of rhinestones that connected it behind the neck and behind the back just completed the jaw dropping outfit in the perfect way…  I mean, she just knew she was all kinds of smokin’ right now.  She rubbed her lotion on that had a bit of gold dust in it and her skin practically glowed, so when she patted her chest, arms and legs with the finishing powder with silver glitter in it, she sparkled like a brand spankin’ new Sacajawea gold dollar coin.  She let her hair out of the curlers and tossed it around a few times so that the curls separated and she sprayed some silver glitter hairspray in the air as she did so that it fell randomly in her hair and she was ready to hit the town and paint it all colors of the rainbow.  She had a little flat wallet on a rhinestone chain which she wrapped around her waist and let hang below the waistband of her skirt, which made the chain look like a belly chain.  She  grabbed her little dark red lipstick, her crystal shine lip gloss, a tiny atomizer filled with her favorite perfume, Coco Channel, which she sprayed a few squirts in a few key spots, then spritzed some in the air and walked through the mist.  She then checked the mirror to make sure everything was just right, and she her little black leather wristband satchel which held only those three items, her iPhone, and a small tube of bills wrapped in a rubber band in easy reach to be able to get into where she was going and to buy a few drinks when she got there, and she headed out the door.  


It had been so long since she'd had the chance to stretch her legs, and she was about to make the most of it.   She’d gotten a call earlier from Diamond, that Michelle Andretti was in town, and was looking for something to get into and had found a spot that was going to have a band in from Korea that she’d fallen in love with, and she’d gotten them all tickets.  There was no way in hell she was about to miss this chance.  Especially since the little brat had finally conceded and allowed her to share the reins.  Tonight was the first night she’d be able to go out, quote/unquote “un-chaperoned” since the last breakout, and she was ready to shake what her mamma DIDN’T give her.

No sooner had she stepped out of her door and she locked it did her phone ring.  She stuck her Bluetooth earpiece in her ear and tapped the button and smiled as she started walking towards the door.

“Don’t worry… I’m on my way down.  I’ll be there in two shakes. I just locked my door.”

She pressed the button again and pushed the button for the elevator, and the doors immediately slid open, and there stood her friends, Diamond and Michelle.  Michelle was decked out in a pair of tighter than tight dark blue denim capris that were ripped in all of the right places, and decked out in rhinestones in the shapes of hearts on the back and front pockets.   She had on a light blue cropped tank that was cut and tied in the back and the tie is held in place with a rhinestoned heart.  She’s wearing a pair of dark blue denim ankle boots with rhinestones in the shape of hearts on each ankle, and she had on a silver belly chain with a crystal heart dangling off of one hip.  Her bright blond hair was twisted and pulled up in a pair of funky pigtails and she was covered in as much glitter as her friend.    Diamond is wearing a pair light blue denim short shorts and a matching denim jacket that looked like they were dipped in silver glitter as it coated just about every square inch of the garments.  On the back of the jacket was a huge diamond pattern done in white and light blue rhinestones, and across the shoulders was the word, ‘DIAMOND’ in dark blue rhinestones.  She was glittering from front to back in all of the glitter and rhinestones.  Under the jacket, she has on a dark blue halter top with a pair of large, light blue stars, one on each side of the top.  Had they been on her flesh, they’d have looked like pasties.  She had on a pair of light blue and white Converse heels and a pair of light blue fingerless gloves on.  Her hair was pulled up in a messy up do that just looked perfectly done as small ringlets of curls hung around her face.  They reached out and grabbed Raynin and pulled her into the elevator, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls, and Raynin shrieked along with the fun of it all.  

“What are you two doing?  I thought I was meeting you down in the car?”

Diamond chuckled and handed her a piece of gum.

“Hey, what can I say… We just couldn’t wait that long.  Besides, We were dancing on the way up, and just having a good time.”

Michelle nodded and pointed to Diamond.

“Yeah… It’s girl’s night!!  Emme ditched Jeremiah for a bit of the night, though he said he’d meet us up in the club after we’d gotten her all sweaty.  I don’t know… but he’s DT’s nephew, and you know they have some weird ideas of what’s sexy. “

Diamond frowns and playfully swats her friend’s arm.

“Hey!!  I resemble that remark!  And my sweat is very sexy.  I’ve never had a complaint from a guy when he goes to lick my sweat drenched flesh and…”

She held up a hand and shook her head.

“EEERRRRRRTTTTT!!!!!  Ok… Stop right there… I don’t want or need to know all of the freaky, nasty shit you do in your love life, thank you very much.   What you and the Tiger cub do is all just between you two… And keep it that way please…  I beg you, keep it that way.”

They all laugh and the elevator doors open to the hallway.  They all start heading towards the door, and Diamond’s blue Ford F-150 extended cab truck that’s parked at the curb.  As the trio move to pile into the truck, they hear a few cat calls from a group of guys who are driving down the street in an old El Camino that’s been souped up and is sitting on some fat rims with hydraulics.    They pay the guys no mind as they start to open the doors of the truck to pile in, but the dudes in the El Camino pull up and block the trio from being able to pull forward with their car.  Before the El Camino can even come to a stop, the passenger door pops open and two large Latinos and one much smaller one climb out of the car and start to surround the truck.  You’d think it would be the larger guys who would be causing the most commotion, but it’s actually the smaller one who’s talking the most smack as they surround the truck.

“Hola…  , hey hey .. bonitas chicas!!  Â¿Dónde crees que vas tan rápido?  Where you think  you’re goin’ in such a hurry pretty girls?”

Michelle looks over at Diamond who is grinning and chuckling as she looks at the three men surround her truck and shrugs before she speaks.

“We’re headed out to a party.  You know how it’s done…  We’re about to go off and do our grown and sexy thang, just the way we do it.  What about you guys?”

The littlest thug comes up, one hand holding up his pants as he gets closer to the car.

“Oh, we was just rollin’ around, doin’ da do.  We saw somethin’ we liked and we thought we’d just stop and see about takin’ it.”

Diamond lifts an eyebrow and chuckles and she slips her hand in her pocket and cocks her hip out with a defiant look.

“Oh really?  And just what might that be?”

The confident little man grins wickedly and rubs his beard with his fingertips.

“Whatchoo mean what might that be?  What, you think just cause we dress like dis, and we talk like dis that we some kinda hoods?   Yo…  dat’s jus’ straight wrong chica!!  I’m a freakin’ DENTIST homes!!  Paco and Little V…  Dey got their PhD’s in Advanced Chemistry and Particle Physics.  And Jose over there… He just graduated with his Masters in Business Management.    Dat’s why we’re here.  We’re celebratin’!!  We came all the way from L. A. to Sin City to do it up right!!  And we don’t need no idiocracy from a bunch of uppity bitchy gringo putas who want to put us down!”

She couldn’t take it anymore and frowns and steps around the door slams it shut hard and yells.

“Hey!!!”

The guy turns towards her and yells back.

“WHAT!!”

She  puts her hands on her hips and starts tearing him down.

“Who the hell you think you calling  a gringo puta?  HELL YES we would assume the worst of you!!  And I’ll tell you why!!  Just because you can’t pull your pants up and stop showing our crusty drawers with the skid marks, covered in tattoos and wearing grills, and you rolled up on us like you’re about to do a drive by…  And dude!!  Socks and flip flops…  really?  REALLY??!!”

The big guy known as Little V steps up and gets in Raynin’s face, poking her chest with his finger.

“Hey yo!!  Watch whatchoo say, you stupid ass bitch!!  You don’t know nothin’ about us!!”

She sighs and rolls her neck slightly with her eyes closed, then grabs the guy’s finger with a twist, and he drops to a knee, screaming like a little girl.  The others move to help him, but she lifts a single finger at them and shakes her head.

“Okay chico…”

The guy on his knee squeaks out…

“It’s Little V!!”

“She rolls her eyes again and let’s out an exasperated sigh.

“Whatever!!  Look you idiotas!!  I’m gonna say this in a way that you’ll understand…”

She takes a deep breath and steps forward and starts to poke the little guy in the chest as she speaks.

“¿Cómo diablos se supone que vamos a tirar de nosotros mismos fuera de la esfera de los estereotipos si no podemos dejar de poner nosotros mismos en ella? Ustedes tienen grados fuera de este mundo, pero parece que no puede dejar de ustedes mismos de vestirse como una caricatura de lo que somos como pueblo !! Oaxaca fue mi casa durante tanto tiempo, y me encantó !! ¡Viva México! Pero si no podemos elevarnos por encima de lo que éramos antes, ¿cómo podemos llegar a ser algo nuevo? Algo mejor de lo que estábamos a sólo unos minutos antes? "

{ “How in the hell are we supposed to pull ourselves out of the realm of stereotypes if we can't stop putting ourselves into it?  You guys have degrees out of this world, but you can't seem to stop yourselves from dressing like some caricature of what we are as a people!!  Oaxaca was my home for so long, and I loved it!!  Long live Mexico!  But if we can't rise above what we were before, how can we become something new?  Something better than we were just a few minutes before?" }

She lets Little V’s finger go and squares her shoulders and smirks.

“Now I’m not saying you conform to the standard set forth by US society… You ain’t gotta run around in business suits and polo shirts that are all tight, and loafers and suspenders and shit…  But damn man…  at least try to look like you didn’t roll out of bed and go to your closet and say, ‘hmmm, I want to look and sound like the papi chulo gangster that everyone is expecting me to be.  I wanna look like I’m gonna jack somebody’s ride, or do a drive by any minute.’  And please… please… PLEASE!!... For the love of GOD…  if you’re gonna sag, at least make sure it’s not tighty whities, and that they’re CLEAN!!!”

Little V steps back and looks her up and down slowly and frowns.

“¿Eres chica mexicana?  Damn girl!!  You don’t look like no Mexican!!  You look like… well… one of them!!”

Diamond shakes her head and grins.

“And do I look like a gringo to you?”

Little V steps towards her and smirks.

“Nah chica… you look like a fine ass piece that I wanna show the laws of attraction to.  I’m totally down with a little bit of coffee in my mole.”

He winks at Diamond and blows her a kiss, and Diamond chuckles and shakes her head.

“Honey, I’m not coffee, I’m café au lait, and I’m way too much for you to handle.  And as for the laws of attraction, I’ve already got someone to talk to about those.”

Little V looks Diamond up and down and holds his arms out.

“Well, he ain’t here!  And what he don’t know, won’t hurt him.”

Diamond walks up to Little V all sultry with a bit of extra swing in her hips.  The other guys in the car start whistling and calling out encouragement to him.  Diamond puts her finger in the center of his chest, then slides it up and down slowly.

“No…  But it might hurt you…”

Diamond puts her hand on his chest and pushes him away before she moves to walk back to the truck, but Little V grabs her wrist and pulls her roughly to him.

“Awww, come on baby…  You can’t leave it like that!!  Nuh uh…   Not with Little V… Dame un beso!  Kiss me girl!!”

Little V holds Diamond against him roughly, his large muscles holding her fast as she wiggles a bit.

“Let me go!!”

Little V shakes his head and sniffs at Diamond’s neck.

“Nuh uh chica… Damn, you smell good!!  I’m not lettin’ you go till I get a kiss!”

Little V laughs evilly, and his friend, the little guy looks from him to the other Angels, wondering why they’re not trying to stop what was happening.  He waves at Little V and calls to him.

“Hey!  Yo!  Little V!  I think you better stop and let her go!  These chicks are actin’ weird!!  I mean, they just standin’ there, not doin’ nothin’!”

Little V keeps holding Diamond who has reached in her pocket again and pulled out a handful of her crystal dust.  Little V doesn’t notice what she’s doing though.

“Nah man!!  You see this body?  Damn!  It feels good!!  And she’s got some D.S.L. dawg!!  I’m gettin’ that kiss!!”

Just as he says that, Diamond takes her free hand and brings it up and then down right into Little V’s crotch, nails first, and grabs a handhold with a twist, much like the move her friend had taken him down with in the beginning.  Little V’s laughter turns into squeaks of pain.  As soon as she has a handful, Little V lets her go to grab at his crotch.  Diamond’s eyes start to blaze bright green as she turns around and starts to lead him around by the handhold on his crotch.  As soon as his friends see her eyes, they all scream and run for the car.  The little guy screams the loudest.

“MADRE DE DIOS !!  ES UNA BRUJA!!!  SHIT MAN!!  SHE’S A WITCH!!  VAYAMOS MUCHACHOS!!  LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!”

Diamond shakes her head and lifts an eyebrow at the little guy.

“Witch?  I’m no witch…  I’m a VooDoo Queen bitch!!”

Diamond blows the handful of crystal dust over the little man and the entire car and everyone of the guys suddenly go slack eyed.  Little V starts screaming for real now, as she turns her attention to him.

“So, Little V… Still want that kiss?”  

Diamond starts making kissing faces at Little V, and she suddenly lets go of his crotch and starts wiping wetness off on his chest.

“Ewwww!!   You pissed on my hand!!  How gross!!!”

Little V starts to shuffle off, holding his crotch, but he doesn’t get far, as Michelle stops him dead in his tracks.

“Going somewhere?”

He shrieks like a little girl, then turns around and starts trying to shuffle in the other direction, but She’s waiting here for him too.

“I don’t think so pissy boy…”

Little V shrieks again and turns around a third time and goes face first into a handful of crystal dust.  The last thing he hears before he sinks off into oblivion is Diamond’s voice…

“Tonight just ain’t your night boys…  Should have went to the strip instead…  But the Angels of the Fallen are about to have one hell of a night…”



The club is ON FIRE!!  The dance floor is packed, and bodies are gyrating to the music.  The lights are swirling, and there are glow sticks everywhere to illuminate the black light paint that’s decorated the scene, and various body parts of the people around the building.  Everyone looks at the front door though as it bangs open loud enough to be heard over the music, and in strolls the trio of Angels of the Fallen, with the guys from the El Camino on their arms.  The slack looks on the faces of the men let you know that they’re still under the influence of Diamond’s crystal dust, as they push their way through the crowd, making a path for the Angels to walk through.  They find themselves a table in the VIP section, and the guys pull out the chairs for Diamond, Michelle and Her.   After the Angels sit, the guys take up post around them, looking like sentinels or bodyguards.  Diamond waves over a nearby waitress who takes their order, and with a wink, Paco pulls out his credit card, and hands it to the waitress for their order and to start a tab.  As their drinks arrive, Michelle and Diamond start sipping away, and she looks around, just swirling the straw in her drink.  Michelle leans over and swats her arm playfully.

“Look!!  Over in the back!  You see that cage that’s surrounded by people?”

She  nods and Michelle grins as she leans closer to whisper conspiratorially to her.

“Well…  They’re supposed to have MMA underground fighting here today.   You know… off the record…  betting is quote/unquote “optional”…  I was thinking that maybe… we could go in there and whoop a couple of housewives who thought they were better than they are and take some cash and make a quick dash.  You know… much like what you’re gonna do at the Pay Per View in Dubai in your match against Mikah.”

She chuckles and grins and nods as she picks up a tequila shot.

“Yeah, I could go for a bit of practice before my match.  You should have told me we had something like this that could happen. I’d have worn something a bit easier to move in without giving everyone a real show.”

Michelle chuckles, and they turn to Diamond and motion to her where they’re going and make their way onto the dance floor.  As soon as they get about halfway across the floor, one of Michelle’s favorite songs by Big Bang starts to play, called Bang Bang Bang, and she can’t help but stop to dance with her friend.  The words to the song are being displayed in Korean, Romanized Korean and English on a big monitor over the main stage as the song plays.  



Nan kkaeeona kkaman bamgwa hamkke

Da deureowa damen nugu charye

Han chi apdo bol su eopsneun makjang gerilla

Gyeongbaehara mokcheongi teojige


{ I awake with the black night

Everyone come in, who’s turn is it next?

It’s an unpredictible, crazy guerilla

Bow down in worship till your voice explodes } [/color/

The music causes her body to tingle in excitement as she moves.  She starts to pop it and lock it and gyrate her hips like a belly dancer as everyone around her starts to step back and watch.  Michelle starts to match her movements, and it’s almost like they’ve been practicing a routine for years.  The words to the song actually touch a cord in her soul as she keeps moving.  It’s like what they’re saying is inspiring her to move.

Jjijilhan bunwigireul jeonhwanhae

Gwanggireul gamchuji mothage hae

Namjadeurui pumwi yeojadeurui gasik

Iyu moreul jasingami bolmanhae

Nan boran deusi neomunado ppeonppeonhi

Ni momsoge pagodeuneun allergy

Isanghan jeongsinui sulleongineun cheonji

Oneul yeogi mubeopji


{Switch up this loser atmosphere

So they can’t hide this insanity

The dignity of men, the pretense of women

It’s interesting to see this kind of unknown confidence

As if I’m showing off, I shamelessly dig into your body like an allergy

Swarming around in a strange mind

Today, this place is lawless}[/color/

She knew in her heart that at Into the Void 4, Arabian Nights, it was going to be just that.  She knew that she was going to go out there and show Mikah what a true fight was.  She knew in her heart of hearts that she was going to end up walking away from the Pay Per View with the title wrapped once more around her waist, and that there was nothing that Mikah was going to be able to do to stop her.

Nan bureul jilleo

Simjangeul taewo

Neol michige hago sipeo

B.I.G yea we bang like this modu da gati

Chong majeun geotcheoreom

{ I’ll set this place on fire

To burn up your heart

I wanna make you go crazy

B.I.G Yea we bang like this, everyone together

Like you’ve been shot }[/color/

As the music built up to the climax, she and Michelle continued to move in sync, playing off of each other's movements, until at just the right moment, Diamond appeared, and the three of them began a trio dance routine.  Their footwork was impeccable, and well timed, and intricate.  Their movements were as good as any B-Boy out there in a dance crew.  
The trio of women head off once more and make it across the dance floor, and step up to the cage, just as the match finishes.  Michelle steps up and whispers a few words to the guy running the matches, handing him a wad of cash and he nods and goes and pats Her on the shoulder gently, motioning her towards the cage.  She takes off her shoes and hands them to Michelle with a grin before she steps confidently towards the cage.




Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ppangya ppangya ppangya

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ppangya ppangya ppangya


{ BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bang bang bang

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bang bang bang }[/color/


Da kkomjjak mara da kkomjjak ma

Da kkomjjak mara da kkomjjak ma

Oneul bam kkeutjang boja da kkeutjang bwa

Oneul bam kkeutjang boja

Ppangya ppangya ppangya


{ Nobody move, nobody move

Nobody move, nobody move

Let’s see the end of this night, see the end

Let’s see the end of this night

Bang bang bang }[/color/

As soon as she steps into the cage, the lights start to swirl red overhead and she notices that it makes the red stains on the floor inside of the cage look black as they move across them.  She knows what it is, and she’s quite certain she’s about to add to it’s contents quite soon… just not with her own red stuff.  She can hear the youngling inside her head, yelling at her about not getting hurt, and that we have a lot on the line this upcoming Sunday, and we shouldn’t be doing this, but she’s pushing it all out of her mind so she can concentrate on the task at hand.

Neol deryeoga jigeum i sungane

Saeppalgan jeo haneuri chumchul ttae

Dolgo dora neowa na igoseun valhalla

Chanyanghara deo ullyeo peojige


{ I’ll take you away right now

When the red sky dances

We’re spinning and spinning, you and I, this place is Valhalla

Give praise and spread it out louder }[/color/

She can see the guy through her hair as she starts to stretch a bit, and he was tall.  He stood about six foot two, so he had her by about six inches in height, and at least a hundred pounds of weight and muscle.  She knew that she had to be quick and fluid, and now that the dancing has started to warm her up, she wanted to make sure she was limber enough for what was about to happen.  She had all of about a moment’s notice between the horn blast, and the first shot aimed at her head, which she ducked and danced away as she delivered a quick inziguri to her opponent’s face.  


We go hard bulchimbeon bamsae dallyeo chukjibeop

I noraeneun kkokjijeom sinina bulleora sinjeom

Keun bimyeongsorineun maseongui melody geomeun dokgiui yeongyeol gori

Sabang palbang obang gaseo puneun goppi whoo


{ We go hard, we’re the night’s watchmen, run all night with space magic

This song is the apex, it’s so fun, sing about the wonder

Loud screams are devilish melodies, the connection to a black poison

All around you, get high and release the reins whoo }[/color/

She does some fancy footwork, slipping around the guy a few times, making him look like the large slow turtle he was, and landing lots of rabbit punches, but she decides to really make him feel it, and hits a huge spinning heel kick to the chest.  She was doing well until that point, when the guy took the hit and grabbed her ankle and swung her across the cage, making her head impact hard.  That's when the youngling in her head started trying to take over the reins...

Nan bureul jilleo

Ne simjangeul taewo

Neol michige hago sipeo

B.I.G yea we bang like this modu da gati
Chong majeun geotcheoreom

{ I’ll set this place on fire

To burn up your heart

I wanna make you go crazy

B.I.G Yea we bang like this, everyone together
Like you’ve been shot }[/color/

She felt herself just standing there, looking like a statue as the youngling tried to take control.  She couldn’t move...  THIS was what the little bitch was talking about... When she was trying to take control from the youngling, it caused the body to freeze... SHIT!!  How could she have been so stupid!!  She saw the huge lumbering brute coming at her...  But still she couldn't move!!  She didn't know what to do, cause unless the  little bitch stopped tugging at the reins, she would be stuck!!  She knew there was only one thing left to do....  She let go of the reins just long enough to let the little bitch do what she was gonna do...  And oh man... Was it ever cool!!  

As soon as the lumbering brute came charging in, she felt her body move as it jumped up and grabbed a hold to the top of the cage and her feet were driven full force right into the huge idiot's grill... HARD!  I mean, she could actually feel his tongue against the sole of her foot as his mouth flew open from the impact.  She knew he was going to be tasting what was on the bottom of her feet for a while.  In her head, all she could do was whistle and be impressed at the aerial display.  And just that quickly...  the youngling dropped the reins back into her hands, and she was back in control.  That was when she knew what they had to do...  They had to hash out a way to make the transition more fluid...  But she would think about that later, cause the brute was coming back and he looked pissed.  They'd bloodied him.  His nose was gushing, and he was like a wounded bear.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ppangya ppangya ppangya

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ppangya ppangya ppangya


{ BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bang bang bang

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bang bang bang }[/color/

She continued to dance around him, ducking shot after shot... She dipped around punch after punch...  She juked and jived around kick after kick, until finally she decided to put on her own moves.  She started a flurry of kicks, starting with a series of high roundhouse kicks to the temple, then to the jaw, then lower to the kidneys as her opponent tried to block the kicks to the face.  She then ended it with a side shuffle kick to the solar plexus which sent him flying into the cage wall and making him bounce off.  She kicked him again, this time getting him right to the chin.  It was enough to send him down to the ground, and she backed up, dancing and show boating a bit as she saw him lie there.  She turned her back to him, and that was when he struck.  He hit a sweep to her feet from the ground and knocked her down to her knees.  He then kicked her in the chest and sent her flying backward against the wall of the cage, and it rang her bell.  She knelt there, shaking her head from side to side trying to clear the cobwebs as he approached her.  She saw through blurry eyes that he'd started stripping off his shirt, and revealed how he was able to be so effective with his punches.  Yes, she'd done more damage from the series of punches and kicks she'd landed, but he'd floored her, simply from the amount of muscle he was carrying.  



Da kkomjjak mara da kkomjjak ma

Da kkomjjak mara da kkomjjak ma

Oneul bam kkeutjang boja da kkeutjang bwa

Oneul bam kkeutjang boja

Ppangya ppangya ppangya


{ Nobody move, nobody move

Nobody move, nobody move

Let’s see the end of this night, see the end

Let’s see the end of this night

Bang bang bang }[/color/

She blinked her eyes, trying to be able to see only 1 guy in front of her and not three, but so far, it wasn't working.  She instinctively kicked out with her foot as he got closer, and caught him in the thigh, but that only slowed him for a moment.  She looked up at him, and all of a sudden, she heard an animalistic roar in her mind, and she was swirling in a mist of fur.  


Ready or not

Yea we don’t give a what

Ready or not

Yea we don’t give a what



Let’s go namjadeureun wiro

Yeojadeureun get low

Danggyeora bang bang bang

Let the bass drum go

{ Let’s go, guys go on top

Girls get low

Pull the trigger, bang bang bang

let the bass drum go }[/color/


All of a sudden, she was seeing from behind the eyes again, as the body was flung up into the arms of the waiting man, and it was all just blind fury, and screams and shrieking.  Fists were flying into his face and feet were kicking anywhere that they could land a blow.  Elbows were being thrown into his head and knees were being driven into sensitive spots.  The body was moving like a thing possessed by a wildcat, and that's when it hit her... THAT DAMNED TIGER!!   The guy's nose was hit, and he dropped her, the body didn't stop moving though.   A series of flips and a backflip donkey kick hit the man in the face, and he flew across the cage.  The body then jumped up onto the cage and wrapped it's legs around the man's neck in a dangling triangle choke hold.  It was like being hung, but by using someone else's body parts as a noose. There was just mindless, animalistic repetitive shrieking as the guy waved his one free arm, trying to free himself from the hold, but he couldn't.  Finally he just dangled there, limp and unconscious, and the body still wouldn't let go.  Michelle and Diamond came in and pulled her off of the man's neck, still kicking and screaming as he fell like a tree trunk to the ground.  It was at that moment, she knew that with the three of them... If they could work together, there would be nothing that Mikah could do to stop them from getting back the precious.


Namjadeureun wiro

Yeojadeureun get low

Danggyeora bang bang bang

Let the bass drum go

{ Guys go on top

Girls get low

Pull the trigger, bang bang bang

let the bass drum go }[/color/



And just like that... she was back in control of the reins.  Her friends brought her a wet towel to clean herself off, but mainly it was just to get the gunk off of her feet before she put her shoes back on.  She was surprised that the song had lasted so long, and she looked up at her friend.

"Is the song normally that long, Michelle?"

Michelle chuckled and shook her head.

"Hell naw!  That was the extended DJ remix, which I KNOW I'm getting a copy of before we go.  Let's go back to the table... I know after all of that, you're thirsty as hell!"
 
As they walk out of the cage, Michelle is stopped by the guy that was taking bets, and was handed a huge wad of cash.  It was about five times as large as it was originally, and she noticed that the denominations were much larger than at the start.  Michelle stops by the bar on the way back to the table and gets a huge bottle of champagne, which she pops as soon as they get to the table, and pours three glasses.  She hands one to her friends, and they toast.

"To Raynin, and her bad ass moves!!  May her efforts at Into the Void 4 be as awesome as what she's done here tonight!  Cause if they are...  Then there's nothing in Heaven or Hell, and definitely nothing on Earth that will stop her!!  Chink Chink ladies!"

They all click glasses together and sip, before Diamond and Michelle continue dancing around the table.  She sits back and nurses her glass as her mind delves into itself...


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She was standing on the other side of the mirror, watching as The Youngling sat in the rocking chair, humming and singing softly to herself.  In her lap, she's holding her annoying tiger, which looks like a small, tiger striped kitten right now.  She eyed the tiger who jumped down from her lap and bared it's teeth at her, hissing and growling low in it's throat.  She watched the youngling, and raised an eyebrow at her as she just kept singing.  

 
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  


 
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…  
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
 
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…  
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

 
She grumbled and hissed at the little one as she frowned.  


[b"Hey!!  That's my schtick!!  You can't just go copying me, you know!!  I'm one of a kind!!"[/b]

The tiger hissed and growled at her again, and started to advance on her.  As it advanced, it grew in size and weight until it was as large as a full grown tiger.  It kept advancing to where she was standing, and she started to back up slowly until she hit the wall behind her.  The little one still didn't say a word, just kept right on singing.
   
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  


 
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…  
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
 
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…  
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

 
She sighed and rolled her eyes, and threw up her hands in surrender.
 
"Ok!! OK!!  I get it!! I t's annoying as hell!!  You got me back!!  Now will you call off your little pet here?  We need to talk!!" 

The youngling snapped her fingers, and the tiger growled and hissed once more, swiping at her legs, making her jump and yelp.

”Hey!!  You stop that you!!  I told you!  I come in peace!!  I swear, I never thought I'd hear myself say those words, but it's true!!.”[/b]

The tiger turned and slowly stalked back to the chair where the youngling was sitting, and she took a deep breath before she spoke.

”Ok... Now I know this working together thing is new to us, but I see now what happens when we yank on the reins while the other is in control.  And... ok... I get it... maybe it was my fault that we lost the precious.  But we can't let this top us anymore.  We gotta do something about it.”[/b]

The youngling dropped her hand to the tiger's head and started stroking it gently again and she looked up at her.

“And what do you propose?”

She smirks and nods slowly.

”We work it like we do a tag team.  If one of us sees an opportunity to advance while the other's in control, we tag in and out.  But it has to be quick... Something that let's the other know what we want....  But what to use... ”[/b]

The Other starts to pace back and forth, and she feels a tugging at her eyeball.  She reaches up to rub it, and feels that it's twitching.  She looks over at the youngling and notices that her eye is doing the same thing, as well as the tiger's.  She snaps her finger and grins.
 
”THAT'S IT!!  Samantha on Bewitched had her wiggling nose, and we'll twitch our eye when we want to get the other's attention or to tag in!  But if we're just getting attention to tell the other something, we gotta do it quick.  By the way... Thanks for saving my butt out there ealier.”[/b]

The youngling smirks and nods.

"No problem.  Just don't get us into trouble like that again, you hear?  I can't be pulling your bacon out of the fryer all fo the time like that."

At the mention of food, they both go a bit glassy eyed, and smile mischievously and say simultaneously,  

"Mmmmm... Bacon...."

The youngling chuckles and shrugs.

"Great minds think alike.  Anyways... I promised you a night out, so you go on and have fun.  I've got some reading and Taliyah to keep me company.  Just don't forget...  The Pay Per View is coming fast... Don't party too hardy."

She chuckles and salutes the little girl, then sticks out her tongue at her.

”Sure Mom... Whatever you say....”[/b]

She turns around and the little one starts to sing again. 

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  


 
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…  
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
 
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…  
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

 
She turns around and yells back at her.

”Stop it!!  Now I'm gonna have that song in my head all night!!....”[/b]

The world kind of swirls as she leaves her mind back for reality...

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As she comes back to reality, she doesn't even realize that she's herself humming and singing softly to herself…
 
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  


 
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do…  
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
 
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…  
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…  
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…  

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

 
She shakes her head and pulls herself out of the reverie long enough to get up and go to a more quiet spot to contemplate the upcoming match.

"So MIkah... I see you're making yourself comfy with my title.  Oh, don't think I didn't catch your little snide remarks about how you don't even know who I am...  And what kind of champion I was...  If you don't know, then let me school you on a few things.  You see... when you were running around, changing diapers... It was my body that was building the Bombshell Division in the Sin City Wrestling.  While you were baking cookies and celebrating your kid's birthdays, I was laying bricks of pain, and mortar made of blood, and sweat and tears to build the foundations that this very division was constructed on!  It was ME who pushed this companies females into becoming not just a Diva's division... not just a Women's division, but something new!  Something innovative!  Something so EXPLOSIVE, that only the term Bombshell could cover it!!  I was the third... THIRD Bombshell champion!  The Bombshell Tag Team Division was inspired by the efforts of my friends and I, and the Roulette Championship wouldn't have EXISTED if it wasn't for us... So if you want to know what my blood looks like... go take a look at some old tapes of our shows... Cause that's the closest you're gonna get to seeing it sister!"

She grabs the camera and puts her face right up into it.

"Shine my precious up!  Cause I'm comin' to get her bitch!!  I'm walking out of Dubai, once again, the NEW World Bombshell Champion!!"

She pushes the camera away, then goes back over to her friends for one last celebration before they headed back overseas...

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