[Mark Ward]

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[Mikah]

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> ”THIS IS THE LIFE."
LOCATION:CUBA.
DAYS UNTIL BLAZE OF GLORY: 13
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM.
SCENE i
REC•

Mikah frowns a little bit as she shields her eyes with her right hand, looking out at the ocean as she stood out on the little deck area of the hotel suite that she was staying in with her husband.  She leans against the railing a bit, dropping her hand down to do so.  She pushes her hair out of her face the best she can before she turns and nearly jumps out of her skin as she sees her husband, Drake standing there.

;;MIKAH    â€œYou walk too quietly.”

She offers him a small smile before pushing the shoulder of her robe back over her shoulder, covering up the strap of her bikini top.  She walks over to him and stands in front of him, just wrinkling her nose a bit.

;;MIKAH    â€œWhat do you want to do today?  The last time we were in Cuba was at another one of Ben’s infamous bashes and I believe we weren’t married yet…”

She grins at him before slipping her arms loosely around his waist, leaning into him just a bit as she looks up at him.

;;MIKAH    â€œWe could go shopping…or we could go to the beach…or we could stay here and lounge about, maybe hang out poolside…”

She shrugs her shoulders, not really knowing too much about Cuba really.  The time she’d been in the country was a blur and many months ago.

::DRAKE GREEN “I don't really care. You?”

She shrugs her shoulders up and down a little bit, reaching up and pushing her hair out of her face once more as the wind blows it back in her face.

;;MIKAH    â€œI don’t know.  We could go to the beach and swim in the ocean.  But sharks.”

She scrunches up her nose and makes a face.  Drake laughs a bit before shrugging his shoulders a bit.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhatever you wanna do babe.”

Mikah gives him a look before leaning up and pecking his lips with a quick kiss before moving away from him and into the hotel suite that they were staying in.  They would have stayed with Ben Jordan but Mikah really enjoyed privacy and it wasn’t like either of them was lacking in the money department.

;;MIKAH    Let’s just go sightseeing or something.  Nothing too exerting because that flight sucked.”

Drake chuckles before nodding his head, agreeing with his wife.  He was up to do whatever she wanted and she enjoyed that in the moment anyways.  It was much better than his sulky moods.  She winks at him as she disappears into the bathroom and Drake can hear her turning the shower on.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œDon’t start without me.”

He fired off a cheeky grin as he takes his t-shirt off and tosses it on the floor before following his wife into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Mikah giggles as she walks back into the hotel room with her husband beside her, a huge smile on the both of their faces.  She collapses onto the bed in a sitting position and looks up at her husband, a silly grin on her face.

;;MIKAH    â€œI didn’t know Cuba could be so beautiful.”

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œMe either.”

She grins at him before laying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.  He sits next to her before following her previous actions, lying down beside her.

;;MIKAH    â€œDo you think Ben’s party will be as fabulous as they always are?”

She turns her head to look at her husband, raising an eyebrow at him.  He shrugs his shoulders as he looks at his wife.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œIt’s Ben; of course it will be just as wild as the one that we missed.”

Mikah grins before moving closer to her husband, snuggling into him just a little bit and resting her head on his chest/shoulder area.  She slips an arm around him and lies there with him, thinking for a moment.

;;MIKAH    â€œWe weren’t at his last party, baby.  Somebody was being a stick in the mud.”

She was teasing him, of course.  She didn’t really think he was a stick in the mud but she did like to tease him that he was.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œI’m not a stick in the mud; I had other things to do that weekend.”

She laughs before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his exposed collarbone.  She settles back down as they both wind down, just lying there in each other’s company.  She looks out the window that led to the little deck and watches the ocean as she lies there with her husband.  She smiles to herself as she slowly drifts off to sleep, both of them taking a nap.

FLASHBACK/DREAM SEQUENCE.

Hawaii.  It was the week that she spent a week with her best friend, Christian Othniel when she was still married to Gavin Stephens, the man she now acts as if she doesn't remember him or how he had even been in her life.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œYo Miks!  Wake up!”

Christian waltzed into the bedroom that the two of them were sharing in Jacob Mitchell’s house.  Christian had been house sititng for him while he had been off doing whatever it was that Jacob Mitchell chose to do in his spare time.

;;MIKAH    â€œGo away, Mase.”

She swats at him as he ruffles her hair, messing it up a bit.  She pulled the pillow over her head, trying to shield herself from Christian and his hands.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œLet’s go surfing or something!  Maybe get some food.”

;:Mikah  â€œOr we can stay in bed all day long!  That flight sucked.”[/color]

He literally jumps on top of her and she squeals and tries to cover herself as she lies there.  He lies on top of her, moving a bit to get comfortable.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œGet up, Miks!  It’s nearly noon and we got a lot to do today!  Like surf!”

She shakes her head no at him as she tries to push him off of her but his weight compared to hers was too much for her to be able to move.

;;MIKAH    â€œNope.  There be sharks in those oceans, Mase.  I don’t want to be sharkbait and it’s a proven fact that sharks think surfers look like seals and I don’t wanna be some confused shark’s accidental lunch!”

Christian chuckles before burying his face in the crook of her neck and pushing against her neck with his face.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œDon’t you trust me to protect you?”

;;MIKAH    â€œAgainst a shark?  Not likely.”

Christian pouted, acting as if he had been offended by Mikah’s words.  She rolls her eyes at him as she looks at him, keeping her eyes on him.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œI’m hurt, Miks!”

He clutched his chest, holding a hand over his heart as he used the other one to keep himself from squishing his best  friend.

;;MIKAH    â€œI’m sure you’ll live.”

She grins up at him and he scoffs before wiggling his body and she groans a bit as his weight bears down a bit on top of her.

;;MIKAH    â€œMase..”

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œHmm?”

He had tried to hide his grin from her as she tried to get him to move off of her.  She giggled a bit but quickly tried to hide the giggle by burying her face in his shirt.  He grins and moves off of her and swats her butt.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œTime to get up, up, up!”

;;MIKAH   “Fi-ine!  But only because you’re my best friend and I kind of like you.”

He grinned at her as she got out of the bed and fixed her tank top and shorts and then he wrapped her in a hug, holding her body close to his.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œLet’s go get some food before some surfing!”

She shakes her head as she walks over to her suitcase, rummaging through it to find something to wear for the day.  She didn’t care that she was married and that Christian wasn’t her husband as she tugs her tank top off, revealing a perfect image of her bra for him.  He had seen her in less clothes than that and she wasn’t worried about it.

;;MIKAH    â€œNo surfing.”

She grabs a simple crop top and pulls it on.  She shimmies out of her pajama shorts and gives him a look as she grabs her neon pink short shorts and tugs them on as well.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œOh, we’re going surfing.  Right after we get food.”

Mikah laughed a bit as she walks into the bathroom, Christian followed her and leaned against the frame of the door.  He watched her as she used his toothbrush to brush her teeth.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œThere’s a bunch of things to do in Hawaii, Miks.  And it’s like a right of passage to go surfing at least once in your life.”

She finished brushing her teeth and rinses the toothbrush off before putting it back in its designated spot.  She pulled her blonde locks up into a messy bun, getting it out of her face.  She flashed him a small smile.

;;MIKAH    â€œNo surfing.  But I’ll gladly watch you surf as long as you leave your shirt off.”

She flashed him another grin as she quickly did her make up.  He chuckles as she walks out of the bathroom and shoves her feet into flip flops.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œOnly if you try to surf at least once.”

She looked at him and he gave her the puppy dog eyes and the only look she couldn’t say no to.  She sighed and rolled her eyes, giving the clear sign she was giving into whatever he wanted out of her.

;;MIKAH    â€œFine, but only once.  AND if I die from a shark bite, I’m going to come back and haunt your ass.”

He grinned at her before hugging her again before kissing her full on the mouth.  He pulled away after quickly realizing what he had done.  She blushes a bit but says nothing about the kiss as they both get ready to go.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œFood here we come!”

END FLASHBACK/DREAM SEQUENCE.

Mikah’s eyes open and she breathes deeply and rapidly as the vivid flashback runs through her mind again.  It was so vivid and she felt a small pang in her chest as she realized just how much she did miss Christian Othniel.  It had been over a year since his death but she still missed him each and every day.  She looks up at Drake, who was still sound asleep as if nothing was bothering him and she relaxes a bit.

She tried not to compare her relationship with Christian Othniel to her relationship to Drake because it wasn’t the same, not really.  She had started out as friends with Christian before it ever grew into anything remotely romantic.  But she still found similarities between him and Drake and how she was with each of them.  She could just lay in bed with Drake and not say anything and be content and it had been the same way with Christian.  They hadn’t always had to be doing something at every time.  And she liked that.

;;MIKAH    â€œI miss you every day, Mase.”

She whispered to herself before snuggling closer to her husband and tried to push the memory out of her mind.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "NO BULLSHIT."
LOCATION: HAVANA, CUBA.
DAYS UNTIL BLAZE OF GLORY: 9
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•

Mikah was in a pair of shorts and a bikini top as she walked around Ben Jordan’s house, a camera man following her as if he had wanted to be there.  In reality, it was just a fan that Mikah had coaxed into holding a camera to film her.

;;MIKAH    â€œPolly, Polly, Polly.”

She flashes a grin at the camera before grabbing a cup that had some sort of mixed drink in it.  She glances into the cup before shrugging and taking a sip of the drink as she looks back at the camera, a grin on her face.  She winks at it before taking another sip of her drink.  Her bikini top was a simple turquoise one and was strapless.  She didn’t care that she was walking around with a kid following her with a camera.

;;MIKAH    â€œHow many days until we face off, Polly?”

She stops in the middle of a doorway in Ben’s home, tilting her head as she counts in her head for a moment or two.  She fake counts on her fingers, as if it mattered.  Because realistically, she knew how many days there were.  She had a perfect memory.

;;MIKAH    â€œIt’s nine, if you can’t count.  But I’m assuming that you can count because well, it’s a simple thing.  But maybe you’re not as bright as some people perceive you to be…”

She shrugs her shoulders before turning and walking into a different room of Ben’s house, the fan following her the best that he could.  She giggles to herself, trying to keep a steady pace.

;;MIKAH    â€œI mean, if you were smart you would have changed your name from Polly Playtime to something else.  Something that didn’t sound like a stripper’s name or a whore’s name.  But hey, if the shoe fits maybe the name does too.”

Another shrug rolls off of her shoulders as she mingles among some of her SCW co-workers before she finds Drake.  Drake smiles at her before she leans up and pecks him quickly on the lips.

;;MIKAH    â€œHow are you preparing for our match, Polly Playtime?  Are you at the gym?  Or are you in the ring at odd hours trying to prepare yourself for the unknown?”

She smirks again as she walks backwards so that she can face the camera as she walks, wanting most of her attention on the camera man.

;;MIKAH    â€œOr perhaps you’re wondering just how oh how am I preparing for such a big match?”

She lets out a laugh before pushing her wavy locks away from her face.  She spreads her arms out, looking around.

;;MIKAH    â€œThis is how I’m preparing, Polly Polly.  This is one huge party and that’s how I’m preparing for our match.  There’s not much really to prepare for if you think about it, Polly.  At least not for me.”

She turns and begins to walk once again, the fan trying his best to keep up with her pace.  She walks out of the house and out onto the grass.  She takes a long swallow of her drink before turning to face the camera again.

;;MIKAH    â€œYou see Polly, this match isn’t as big as you think it is.  Or what you want it to be.  This isn’t in the main event and it’s not even anywhere close to the main events.  Which I think is complete fucking bullshit.  And no, I’m not sorry for my language because fuck you Hot Stuff Mark Ward.  Why the fuck isn’t my match closer to the main event?  Why does Crystal Millar get a better spot on the fucking card?  Where the fuck has she been in the past couple of weeks!?  I would think that the Internet Bombshell Championship match should be more important than a singles match that literally means nothing at all.  AND I’m the fucking Bombshell that fucking broke the record with the Bombshell Championship so I should always have rank over Crystal fucking Millar.”

She scowls at the camera before finishing off her drink and then glaring at the cup, as if it was the cup’s fault that her match didn’t seem as important as Crystal Millar’s.  She wasn’t sure why it bothered her that her match wasn’t better placed on the card but she felt that it should be.

;;MIKAH    â€œWhatever.  Fuck them.  I really think it’s bullshit that the Bombshell Internet Championship isn’t getting as much credit as it deserves but you fucking wait, it will get the credit it deserves.  Once I win, I will fucking make sure of that.  And do you want to know how I’m going to do that Polly?”

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

;;MIKAH    â€œBy making the title more important than the Bombshell Championship.  But first, I have to beat you Polly.  But it’s not like it’s going to be the hardest match of my career because it’s going to be fa from it.”

She makes a face at the thought of actually having to compete against Polly for the championship.

;;MIKAH    â€œYou see, I’m not nervous for this match as one would think I would be.  Because I’ve been in bigger matches; more important matches.  This is nothing; Polly, you are nothing.  You are a sad little girl that’s trying to make herself look like somebody important.  Newsflash, you’re not as important as you think you are.  You want people to believe that you’re one of the best in SCW but it’s a lie.  The people you’ve faced before wasn’t a challenge; they were easy wins for you, Polly.  I’m not an easy person to beat.  I just don’t step aside because you think you deserve to keep that belt.  Oh no, Polly.”

She shakes her head no at the camera, rolling her eyes.

;;MIKAH    â€œI’m going to be the biggest challenge you’ve ever met, Polly.”

She smirks, a slightly evil glint in her eyes.  She really didn’t know much about Polly but she didn’t necessarily like her, either.

;;MIKAH    â€œYou know, there’s a reason that most of the Bombshell roster practically went on strike in January of 2016.  And while Celeste North, who is absolute trash, will want you to believe it’s because she thought it was unsafe working conditions because she believed that I was competing while drunk, it’s really because she and everybody else couldn’t beat me.  It’s funny though, to think about that now because never ONCE did I drink before a match.  After a match?  Of course and of course, I drank during the shows where I wasn’t booked but that wouldn’t be considered a working hazard because I wasn’t hurting anybody but myself.  But think about that Polly.  Think about why practically the whole Bombshell locker room wanted to go on strike when I was the Bombshell Champion…let it sink in for a minute before I tell you why.”

She grins at the camera before looking around the packed place of Ben Jordan’s.

;;MIKAH    â€œI was unbeatable.  For nine months, I was unbeatable.  They were tired of person after person going up against me and failing miserably when it came to trying to take that Bombshell Championship away from me.  It wasn’t because they thought I was creating an unsafe workplace as they do want you to believe. It was out of pure jealously and they had chose to act like immature little five year olds because they couldn’t handle the fact that they were second best when it came to measuring up to me.”

She smirks again as she walks backwards a bit before bumping into somebody.  She apologizes quietly as she stops moving.

;;MIKAH    â€œSo how do you think you’re going to measure up, Polly?”

She reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ears as she stands outside of Ben Jordan’s house in the semi-dark.

;;MIKAH    â€œDo you think that you compare to me in any way, Polly?  Because I don’t.  I don’t think you measure up to my accomplishments at all.  What is it that you’ve done in SCW that is even remotely the same as what I’ve done?  I was the best champion that SCW had for nine months; I was better than their Heavyweight Champion for nine fucking months.  And people can try to dispute that all they want; it’s a fucking fact.  I was consistent with in my reign and that’s exactly how I’m going to be when I take the championship away from you, Polly.”

She turns and walks back inside of the house, heading toward the kitchen.  The fan who was acting as the cameraman has to jog to keep up with her.  She grabs herself another drink before leaning against the counter.

;;MIKAH    â€œI’m going to break every record with the Bombshell Internet Championship, Polly.  It’s my new goal for SCW…”

She jumps up so that she’s sitting on the counter.  She takes a drink from her plastic cup, still looking at the camera.  She waves at one of her co-workers that she may or may not get along with.

;;MIKAH    â€œI really don’t know much about you, Polly.  You haven’t been on my radar until just recently.  Maybe it’s a crazy thought but I want to make this something better than what it is.  Because if I’m being honest, you’re just ruining the image of SCW by holding the Internet Championship.  Because if I were a fan and didn’t know anything about SCW and was looking to get into a new company’s product, seeing the name ‘Polly Playtime’ as the company’s Bombshell Internet Championship would make me wonder what sort of show they’re running.  Because to me, Polly Playtime sounds like a stripper or a whore or even a person who participates in dirty movies.  It doesn’t scream championship worthy.”

Another shrug rolls off of her shoulders as she takes yet another drink from the plastic cup in her right hand.

;;MIKAH    â€œIt’s not rocket science, Polly.  My success outweighs yours and it’s inevitable that I take the title away from you in nine days time.  But here’s the good news for you, Polly…”

She pauses as she sees her husband walk into the kitchen.  Her eyes watch him for a moment before she focuses them back on the camera.

;;MIKAH    â€œYou can slip back into nothingness, back where you belong.  And maybe people will forget about the atrocity that is known as your Bombshell Championship reign.”

She giggles a bit before taking a few more drinks from her cup.

;;MIKAH    â€œAnd maybe the fans can forget that you tried to be better than me.  And maybe they can forget how crappy of a champion you were.  But I doubt it.”

She rolls her eyes and takes the last few sips from the cup.

;;MIKAH    â€œNine more days, Polly.  Nine.  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine.  That’s the remaining amount of days that you have left with that precious championship that you currently call yours.  And I hope you cherish each moment that you have left with the belt because come next Sunday, your world is going to come crashing down.”

She hops down off of the counter to refill her cup.

;;MIKAH    â€œBut until then, I’m going to enjoy this party and enjoy my husband.  I hope you prepare yourself for what’s to come.  But until then…”

She fills her cup again and toasts the camera.

;;MIKAH    â€œCiao.”

[Playtime]

 THE TOURNAMENT WINNER BECOMES THE LOSER
(Part 1 of 2)

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~Everyone has already written it in or phoned it home.  Everyone believes that I will just always cheat to win.  When the chips are down however, I can win clean too.  I have SOOO many times in the past against opponents.  That’s how I’m like.  People see me as weak and then I just prove them wrong, constantly, and it frustrates them to no end.  Take she who doesn’t want to be named for example.  Oh, it showed alright.  If she’s going to be just mad that I have mentioned her name, it shows that she’s frustrated and wants me gone.  But it’s not going to happen, as she just doesn’t have that power.  Though I bet she wish she did.~

~Everyone wishes they did, but truth be told, no one has it, nor will they ever.  Heh, everyone was so happy when Melody Grace got lucky for a few seconds against me.  They thought my armor had finally been cracked, but in fact it just received a minor dent, a dent that will be fully repaired at Blaze of Glory against the bombshell that was able to earn the opportunity to fall flat on her face against me.~

~But to those out there who are wondering, yes, I’m going to take Mikah seriously.  I know what she’s done.  I’m not stupid or naïve.  I’m just young and very talented at what I do.  What’s even better is the fact that I have noting right now in my life that will distract me from defending my SCW Bombshell Internet Championship.  The Internet is already on the right course.  I am on the right course.  And soon Mikah will be on the right course as well, heading down, down, down, to join the ranks of those such as Jessie Salco, Veronica Taylor, and… AMY MARSHALL!!!~

~OOPS!  I just said her name.  I guess I am so dead, right?  RIGHT?!?!~

~Yeah right.  She can’t harm a fly.  I’ve already seen that firsthand.  Blaze of Glory VI won’t be about her though as she’ll be busy losing once again to her best friend.  Meanwhile I will be defeating yet another former SCW World Bombshell Champion in Mikah.  In all honesty, I’m glad she won the tournament.  I’m glad she’s gotten to me.  She and I are similar in some ways, but oh so different in others.  Out of the four that originally had a chance, I was looking most forward to embarrassing Mikah the most!  And now my wish has come true.  In a little over a week from now, Mikah and the rest of Sin City Wrestling will see that I mean business.  While I do love to play, the top priority in my opinion is to make certain that when I play, I win.  For my opponents, they know what it means.  It means that they will have lost.  And in about a week, Mikah will have experienced that feeling, that terrible and humiliating feeling that I have made so many others feel.  So many.  Including just last night…~



Friday, March 10, 2017
Stockton, California
University of the Pacific
Alex G. Spanos Center

~And so they lost a few nights ago to the top team in their conference.  I knew coming today onto their campus that spirits would be low, that they could not be the team to upend the powerhouse Gonzaga Men’s Basketball Team.  Being I’m right on their age level, I am going to do something that will hopefully lift their spirits up, just enough so I can crush their dreams of having me around.  Wearing the dress that I have on should be a good start.  Being I am wearing their school’s colors should help out even more.  They will definitely have a good look at me, and I’ll let them have it.  You know, play along, build up their hopes, and then play a game with them that will leave them all wishing they had won against me instead of losing.~

~I can’t help but to smile as I walk towards the campus’s athletic center.  Keeping my head up I look around and admittedly see some decent looking guys out in the quad.  I head past all of them though and stroll right into the Alex G. Spanos Center.  It’s probably a good thing I put aside the thought of wearing the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship around my waist, as that would just rub it in and make my plot plainly obvious.  It wouldn’t be any fun then.~

~I chuckle a bit but continue on my walk until I find an entrance into the gym, where I do see the coach giving them all a final end-of-season pep talk, and saying goodbye and thank you to the seniors that will be leaving the squad.  Carefully I conceal myself from view and wait for it all to finish.  There is no reason to pop out of my hiding spot until the time is right, which is the moment that the coach leaves.  He has no idea what’s about to happen to his team as soon as he does.  I’ll make it plainly simple, it’ll be the most fun they have ever had on a basketball court.~

~From my point of view, it sounds like he’s wrapping it up.  And sure enough he is.  He walks out of the gym, probably to his office, which is my cue.  All of them stand up out of the folding chairs they had been sitting in, which is when I come out of the shadows and begin walking down the flight of steps I find myself on.  I get noticed immediately by one of the white guys on the team, so I keep descending down the steps, like a Queen.  He gestures to his teammates to look in the same direction he’s in and a lot of them do smile over at me, looking quite impressed and most likely instantly enamored with me.  I’ve made it to the bottom now and approach them, letting them circle around me.  I let them have a really good look at me before the one that first looked at me addresses me.~

Jacob:  â€œHi there, I’m Jacob and these are my teammates.”

Polly:  â€œHey Jacob.  I kinda figured that one out on my own.”

Jacob:  â€œWell yeah.  Do I know you though?  I haven’t seen you around on campus, and I’m a junior.”

Polly:  â€œMmm, no, I don’t think we’ve met.  I’m Polly.”

~I stick my hand out and he puts his out to shake mine.  He actually has a nice handshake, but as soon as it’s over, I speak up to let the reason be known as to why I’m here.~

Polly:  â€œI came here because I knew you guys would be down.  I’m here to cheer you all up.”

~I say this in a bubbly tone that makes me squeak just a bit.  It’s one of those cute girly-sounding squeaks, but it doesn’t turn any of them off, that’s for sure.~

Jacob:  â€œWe could use it.  Right guys?”

~All of his teammates don’t hesitate to agree with him.  They all look quite dejected, but they probably think that maybe, just maybe, I can give them hope and a good time to make them forget about how truly bad they are at their craft.~

Jacob:  â€œAlright Polly, we’re up for it.  What do you have in mind?”

~Now I’m thinking on it.  What’s the best way to get all of their hopes up at once?  Oh yes, a tournament to figure out which of them is the best, thus possibly deserving of a prize that will involve… say… me!  I let them hear me out.~

Polly:  â€œActually I’ve got just the thing.  How about a bit of a tournament amongst all of you?  Whoever the winner is will get to um… spend all weekend with me.  Consider it an almost 3 day date.  In reality none of you really lose either, being you’re all getting to spend time me with right now.”

~One of Jacob’s African-American teammates speaks up, saying that it is refreshing to have a girl out on the court.  I wink over at him, teasing him a smidgen.  After all, that’s what this is all about.  They’re all going to fall for my trap, just like everyone else has before them.~

Polly:  â€œSo um, how about it?  You guys decide who will face who in games of HORSE and I’ll sit far up in the bleachers and cheer you all on.”

~A quick poll is taken and Jacob reveals the results to me.~

Jacob:  â€œGame on Polly.”

Polly:  â€œExcellent.  I’ll go take a seat.”

~I slowly back away and they open up the circle they’ve formed around me.  As I get back to the steps, I blow a kiss at the whole team before ascending back up and sitting only just three rows down from the top.  They almost look like little ants down there on the court, little ants that are about to work hard to earn the weekend with me.  I wave down at them and smile as the first two get to work trading baskets, being HORSE is a game where the second player has to make the exact same basket that the first player makes.  The first two chosen actually have quite the competitive match-up, with both of them getting to HORS, before a winner is determined.  In the second duo Jacob is in and as I expected he works really hard to put up difficult shots, mainly ones beyond the three-point line.  He disposes of his first opponent with getting only the H against him.  After his first round match-up is over, he looks up at me and just lovingly gazes at me.  I have to admit, that did kind of impress me.  I nod my head and watch MY tournament continue.  As it does I pull out my iPhone and begin recording it, adding in some of my own commentary.~

Polly:  â€œHey, Polly here.  Those guys down there, some of them are looking quite impressive.  On the line here today is a near 3-day date with yours truly.  I’m quite the giving girl, and it’ll all be clean.  It’s not going to be a party, as the winner will soon find out.  It will be what I told them it will be, just a simple date so they won’t have to feel so down about their basketball season being over.  Ooh, and won’t you look at that, another man down.  Coming up next it looks like it’s round 2 as we’re down to 8.”

~I have my eyes glued on the court, even though I’m not much for basketball.  I do like that they’re basically fighting for me.  Just wait until the winner finds out he’ll be one-time dating the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion.  The winner will get to know winning feels like, alongside a proven winner.~

~I take my eyes off the court for a few seconds, until I hear an “OHH!” from most of the guys.  I turn back to see that Jacob has made a circus shot, that his second round opponent is unable to duplicate, which has given said opponent HORSE and a loss.  Jacob has moved on to the semi-final round and the rest of us watch as we learn who the other 3 to advance are.  I glance down at my phone a couple of times to check the time.  It’s getting later into the afternoon, but it’s fine.  There is plenty of time.  My newest tournament that I have put together continues along, with Jacob making it to the finals, along with one of the seniors on the squad.~

Polly:  â€œThis should be interesting and entertaining folks.  We’re down to a junior versus senior match-up here today, which sadly means I technically won’t be a cougar this weekend.  Though no need to worry.  I’ll still be roaring louder by the end.”

~The finals get underway and through quite a number of shots, they match each other, with neither of the finalists getting a letter against them.  All the losers are now looking up at me, knowing I can no longer be their prize.  I wave at all of them, teasing them with another single blown kiss.  I quickly turn my attention back to the two that remain as winners, as they actually matter right now.  It’s on this current shot that gets Jacob his first letter, that being H of course.  For the first time his confidence is a bit shaken, so I give him a little shot of confidence, by rooting for him.~

Polly:  â€œCome on Jacob, you can come back from that!”

~He seems to hear me as he proceeds to mimic the next shot that his teammate makes.  Thus his teammate tries to do something more difficult, and it clanks off the iron.  Jacob takes advantage by sinking a tough looking 3-point shot, but he makes it look so easy as it swooshes right through the net.  That ties things up real quick.  However it looks like this may not be Jacob’s weekend as soon after he’s down 4 to 1.  He calls for a timeout, but all the guys look up at me to see if the timeout will be allowed.~

Polly:  â€œYeah, sure!  Take a quick break guys.”

~Both of them are breathing quite hard, so they could both use the break.  See?  I’m not a total witch.  I can be a kind person, when I want to be.  It’s just that in wrestling and in any sort of fights, you can’t be that way.  You have to be ruthless.  You have to be nasty.  You have to be downright cruel, looking to completely and utterly humiliate and decimate your opponent.  And right now, I hope Jacob is thinking these same thoughts.  If he wants me, he’ll show it.  He’ll show no mercy!~

~The two of them take a bit more time before both signaling up to me that they are ready.~

Polly:  â€œOkay guys!  Go for it!”

~The moment they reconvene I can see this is a way different Jacob.  He has his game face on and is focusing on one thing and one thing only, making everything his teammate makes, until finally his teammate misses.  I can sense the tables are turning and one by one he comes roaring right back, like the Pacific Tiger he is!  I’m not saying his opponent isn’t a Tiger, but Jacob is being a TIGER, making it so difficult on his opponent.  I’m even taken aback by the types of shots that Jacob is sinking.  And then it comes, he backs up beyond half court and just wings it up in the air towards the basket with his right hand.  It banks off the backboard right in the square and drops right in through the hoop, leaving the senior on the chopping block now!~

~Jacob’s teammates cheer for that shot.  The senior takes his time and heads out to the same spot and then bounces the ball a few times before shooting it exactly as Jacob just has… but it comes up quite short of the basket!  About as short as Pacific was against Gonzaga!  Meaning, the senior’s shot didn’t stand a chance of going in.  Jacob rises his arms up in the air and pumps his fists.  I stand up and stop my iPhone, putting it back into my purse.  I clap and cheer for him for a short bit, that is until he begins walking his way up the steps towards me, obviously looking to claim his prize.  I stop him once he’s a few steps from me by putting my hand out in a stop position.~

Polly:  â€œUh uh uh.  You should go take a shower first.  I want you to be clean for me.  Then the weekend will start.  I’ll meet you just outside the locker room, okay?  And congratulations Jacob…  Us winners will get to share a weekend.”

Jacob:  â€œFair enough.  I’ll go shower.  Just don’t take off on me, okay?”

Polly:  â€œI won’t do that.  I follow through on my promises.  I guess the only question is, since this IS a weekend-long date, where will we stay?  Your room, or mine?”

~He doesn’t know what to think and actually looks a tad bit nervous.  Heh, he should be when it comes to me.~

Jacob:  â€œMaybe we should go with yours.  My roommate tends to pop in now and again.”

Polly:  â€œAh, yeah, my room might be best.  I don’t have a roommate.”

Jacob:  â€œIt must get lonely.”

Polly:  â€œMm, you change now.  We talk later.  Come on, go silly.”

~He walks back down the steps, looking back at me once.  I wave my fingers at him as he finishes descending the stairs.  He heads right for the locker room, right along with all of his teammates.  I can see that they are all talking up a storm about me, but I don’t mind.  In the end, I’m going to be the winner in all of this.  All but one of them are already losers, but within the next few days, Jacob will lose too.  And next Sunday, Mikah will follow suit as it’s clear that she’s not going to take me seriously.  Since she won’t, it’s like I’ve been saying all along, the chances of the winner of the tournament I asked Christian for will go up in a blaze.  Mikah won’t leave Blaze of Glory as the Bombshell Internet Champion.  She will leave Blaze of Glory the same way she entered, empty-handed.~



Friday, March 10, 2017
Stockton, California
University of the Pacific
Guest House

~So he took me to dinner at the restaurant closest to the campus.  He and I talked a bit, but I was careful not to reveal too much.  Besides, there is no reason to go that route, as this is not going to be a relationship.  He just doesn’t know it yet.  I don’t feel bad though, not at all.  This weekend is all about me just having a good time, doing what I do best.~

~Right now I’m alone, but it’s only because he’s going to get a change of clothing from his room.  That gives me about fifteen minutes of alone time.  That is just enough to let my current thoughts and feelings about Blaze of Glory VI out into the open.~

~With my same dress still on, I pull my iPhone back up and get ready to go for the slam dunk, right in Mikah’s face!~

Polly:  â€œSo our little tournament has come to a close.  Congratulations Mikah.  You were able to get past Lucy Seraphina and Raynin, both times by making them submit.  I would golf clap right now, but I’m holding my phone, so it’s not going to happen.  I will say this though.  I watched both matches, one of them extremely close up and while you took down your opponents in the end, you showed that you have your weaknesses.  Everyone does, especially when it comes to facing me.  Most hold the weakness of underestimating me, and then acting all shocked when I rip the rug out from underneath them, taking away what they all thought would be an easy victory.  From the sounds of it Mikah, you’re on the path to make that same mistake.”

“I have to be honest Mikah.  I was hoping you wouldn’t do that.  I expected more out of the winner that won the tournament that I had set up.  You see, the Bombshell Internet Championship is being discussed more and more because of what I have done ever since I won the championship from Kate Steele, who was only using the championship as a prop for her online web page.  I went to Christian because I knew that he would listen to me when I asked for different competition that I haven’t yet faced.  I know Mark would have listened too.  It’s one thing that they no doubt agreed on, which seems to be quite hard to accomplish these days.  Though I bet Christian probably hopes you win at Blaze of Glory, so it backfires in my face for giving faces I haven’t come up against yet an opportunity at the Bombshell Internet Championship.  That part though he’ll be disappointed about, as you will once again let down that husband of yours, much like he’ll let you down too when he loses to J2H.”

“Which reminds me, I’m sure Drake isn’t all that happy with you anyways, being how you joined J2Hism while Drake was away.  If I had a husband, which I don’t yet being that I’m only 21 and don’t care for a husband right now, I’d stay loyal to him in all facets.  He’d be the one man that would actually WIN in my presence, because so far, I’ve only dealt with losers, both of the male and female variety.  Next Sunday at Blaze of Glory Mikah, you’re going to be the newest name added to that lengthy list.”

~I pause to take a short breather.  As I do I look out the window of the room I have in the Guest House.  He’s not coming back yet, so I still have plenty of time.  I get right back into things, not wanting to lose my frame of mind.~

Polly:  â€œBut before that night comes Mikah, yes, you’re right, there are 9 days left.  It’s just the fact that there are NOT 9 days left in my reign as the Bombshell Internet Champion.  My reign is going to continue until I choose for it to end.  Unlike certain people around here, I’m not going to get up and leave, and then come back some time later, expecting my spot to still be there.  I may just be 21 but I know how the wrestling industry works.  I’ve been learning that ever since I was a young teen.  My dad taught me more than you’ll ever learn.  It’s just that I haven’t shown everything I have yet.  I haven’t had to.  At Blaze of Glory, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to get me to come out of my shell more, and expose more of what I have in my deep arsenal.  But that’s as far as your success will go.”

“While you are concerning yourself with my name, how I’m preparing for Blaze of Glory, and whom I’m faced up to this point here in Sin City Wrestling… you really shouldn’t be.  You shouldn’t be seeing Blaze of Glory as a joke and not worth training for just because you’re facing me.  You should be training even HARDER and partying far less because you’re facing me!  Partying will only just tire you out.  But if that’s the route you want to go?  If you want to have fun Mikah?  Heck, go for it!  I’d love to get you at your best to prove to you that you’re wrong about me, but if you want to be at less than 100 percent focused, by all means, keeping laying back the alcohol and party hardy!  WOO HOO!!!”

~I “raise the roof” with my one free hand before continuing on.~

Polly:  â€œJust because you don’t see this match as a big match Mikah, doesn’t mean that I don’t.  I became our Bombshell Internet Champion and have been keeping it by doing what I do best, going out there, competing and then doing what needs to be done to make sure my opponents end up humiliated, as they deserve to be.  You are no different than them.  Sure, you’ve had more success than the bulk of them in the past, but that’s just it.  Your time at the top is over.  Just like Mercedes and Amy, you just aren’t at your best right now.  You should be happy that I gave you the opportunity to get this close to my Bombshell Internet Championship.  You shouldn’t be such a sourpuss that we’re not closing out the show next Sunday night.  Heck, I wouldn’t be complaining if we were OPENING the night, because either way, all eyes are going to be on me as I once again make another opponent fall to her knees.”

“Once you’re down on them, I am looking forward to seeing the look in your eyes Mikah.  You won’t know what hit you, especially after I finish putting you down and out.  Let’s just say after Blaze of Glory, you won’t be putting on a party hat anytime soon.  You’ll be put in your place and after you’re dealt with, I’ll continue along with putting so many others in theirs.  But a plus comes along with you losing to me Mikah, because I’ll get to putting Crystal Millar in her deserved place, which is beneath me.  Heck, she’s probably beneath you too being she ran the moment she lost the SCW Bombshell World Championship to Melody Grace.”

“You see, that’s something I will NEVER do.  I will NEVER run.  I know I’m evil, thank you very much, but I’m not one of those sniveling brats that just runs away and takes her ball home with her, only to come back about a month or so after wanting the world.  I can see you possibly being like that, but she’s already a proven commodity in that category.  Which is yet another reason for why I WANTED you to win the little tournament that I had set up Mikah.  I wanted to see what you would do after you lost to me at Blaze of Glory.  Next Sunday night I get to find out what you’ll do.  The whole world will!  And maybe, just maybe, it’ll sink in for you.  Maybe what you’ll do is drink your sorrows away for the next nine months.  Because believe you me Mikah, I won’t be like them.  I won’t go on strike just because they think you’re drunk and competing at the same time.  Nope.  Instead I’ll take advantage of it!  You’ll be the jealous one then as you watch me continue on as STILL the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion.  You’ll become the newest one to have two very important words echo in your mind from Blaze of Glory VI to the end of time.”

~I pause and then spit them right out.~

Polly:  â€œYOU LOST!”

~Oh and she is going to lose.  I mean seriously, the ONLY reason why I don’t measure up to her Sin City Wrestling accomplishments is because I’ve been around for not even a year yet.  As time goes on though, I’ll surpass her and all the others.~

Polly:  â€œNow then Mikah, get used to hearing those two words.  Because they are about to be YOUR LIFE!  After we have our playtime at Blaze of Glory, it’ll hit you like a ton of bricks.  The scar will never go away.  And maybe, just maybe you’ll realize that playtime is just my lifestyle.  I’m not into all that porn and horny crap.  I’m AGAINST all of that.  I just like to play games and leave people physically and emotionally humiliated for the rest of their miserable, pathetic lives.  That’s one of the major things that I’m about.  If anyone outside of our ranks here in Sin City Wrestling tuned in to watch me compete, they would see that.  They wouldn’t see me as a joke.  They wouldn’t care anymore about my last name.  They would instead just pray that they never stood eye to eye with me, because they would know that they’d lose.”

“I don’t expect you to comprehend all of that Mikah.  I’m sure you won’t care about one word.  But you SHOULD care enough to at least take me seriously next Sunday.  It won’t be enough for you to win the Bombshell Internet Championship from me after all that hard work you went through to get to me, but at least it will end up being a learning experience for you.  An experience that you will be FORCED to live with until you die.”

“But hey, it’s not all bad Mikah.  You can cry.  You can do that as you’ll be in Drake Green’s arms, with the both of you in the same boat… the boat of LOSERS!”

~I wave my fingers now in a “bye” motion at my iPhone screen before I stop recording.  It’s just in time too.  Jacob’s knocking on the front door of the Guest House.  I guess I won’t keep him waiting, though that thought is quite tempting…~

~Nah.  I’ll let him have his weekend in the sun, his weekend with me.  After all, he did earn it.  Little does he know that he will be the loser before it all ends.  Poor Mikah seems to be in his exact same shoes.~

~I can feel myself grinning and just know that my green eyes are filled with evil intentions.  I allow this to pass before I open the door for the winner that will eventually lose to me.~

[Mikah]

 
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LOCATION: STOCKTON, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL BLAZE OF GLORY VI:3
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
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She looks in the mirror of the locker room that she was currently in or was it a dressing room?  She wasn’t quite sure but she wasn’t sure that she liked this part of the building that they were in.  She runs her fingers through her blonde locks that were down, pin-straight instead of waves.  She glances at the closed door before sighing as she gets up and straightens out her dress a little bit.  She glances over at her husband, Drake Green who was sitting on the couch playing something on his phone.  She didn’t know what and she technically didn’t really care that he wasn’t paying much attention to her because she did take an awful long time to get ready.

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you ready?”

Drake glances up from his phone to see his wife dressed in a simple dress.  It had a black halter like top with a strappy back and the skirt was white.  It was form fitting and only went just an inch or two above her mid thigh.  She flashes him a smile as she does a small, slow spin for him to give him a glimpse of the entire outfit.  She wanted to show it off, just for him and for him to look at the outfit in it’s entirity.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat do you think?  Too much or not enough?”

She smirks at him, tilting her head to the side a bit, her blonde locks falling in the same direction.  He looks her over, looking her long, legs up and down before looking at the designer black and white stiletto heels; they were mostly back with the back of the heel being white.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œFuck…me.”

She giggles a bit as he walks over to her and places his hands on her waist, looking her over.  He flashes her a grin.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œAre you sure we can’t have just ten minutes to ourselves?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at her and she rolls her eyes at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œWe could have but you had your nose in your phone, babes.  Now we have to go, we’re practically late.”

Drake groans and hangs his head back a bit almost impatiently.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhy do you have to do this now?  And it’s a change from this morning, hm?”

Mikah chuckles before leaning in and giving her husband a quick kiss.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause you have a match and I have a match and we’re married.  It makes perfect sense for the both of us to do this.  Together.”

Drake groans then looks at his wife.  He cracks a grin at her and she gives him a skeptical look, almost wondering what that meant.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œYou’re lucky I love you.”

;;MIKAH  â€œOr maybe you’re lucky that I love you.”

She winks at him and flashes him a smile.  He shakes his head with a smile on his face before leaning down and kissing her quickly before they walk out of the dressing room, together and hand in hand.  She was sure that some thought they were a weird pairing; with him being generally nice and her being a total bitch, but for them it worked.  She tried not to be a bitch with him or to him, but sometimes she was just in a mood and he was just there to take it.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis is more your thing, you know.  The fans don’t care for me much, but they adore you.  But I swear if one of them calls me Mrs. Showtime, I may jump the table and attack them.”

She gives him a look, as if it was his fault that the fans would call her such a name.  He leans over and gives her lips a quick kiss.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œYou knew who you were marrying before you said I do back in July; it is not my fault if somebody chooses to call you Mrs. Showtime.”

She scowls a bit before adjusting her dress, tugging at the short skirt of it.  He watches her, his eyes wandering down to her butt as she tugs at the skirt of her dress.  She gives him a small smirk before stopping as they get close to the area where they’d be doing the meet and greet thing.

;;MIKAH  â€œIf you behave, maybe we can slip backstage earlier than planned…”

He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes before taking a deep breath.  He looks at her and pushes her against the nearby will, eliciting a small scream of surprise from her.  He grins at her before pressing his body against hers just so before he stares into her eyes.  She looks at him, breathing a little on the heavy side before he leans down and captures her lips in a kiss as he grabs her hands and holds them against the wall above her head.  She responds eagerly to the kiss, arching her hips to press them against hers as she leans into the kiss, kissing him back with a touch of urgency.  Just as she’s getting into the kiss, he pulls back with a smirk on his face and a pout is present on hers.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œThat’s what you’re doing to me by playing with your dress…”

He was whispering in her ear, his breath a little warm on her skin but due to the previous activity they were doing, her senses were heightened and his breath felt hot, not warm.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m not meaning to.”

She pouts her bottom lip out a little more at him and he grins before tugging her to the door that would lean them to the area where they’d be seated.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œC’mon, we got stuff to do, babe.  As much as I’d rather be doing you, this is important too.”

She blushes a little bit before she tries to collect herself before walking out into the room with her husband, hand-in-hand.  She tries to place a smile on her face as she tries to calm her racing heart.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œSee how many people like you?”

He waves at some of the fans and had said that to her out of the corner of his mouth.  They were cheering for him, she knew that but she waved anyways.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou mean, how many people like you?  We already knew that you’re a fan favorite, Drake.  Don’t need to rub it in anymore.”

She smiles warmly at him before leaning over and kissing his cheek as some of the fans snap pictures of the married couple.  She blushes a bit before they walk over to the table and sit down.  Mikah carefully crosses one leg over the other as the fans line up better in front of them, ready to get their pictures taken or an autograph from the married couple.

≈≈FAN oo1  â€œHi, my name is Shellie Martins!  I’m like the biggest fan of the two of you!  I’m so excited to see Blaze of Glory!  I can’t wait to see you take the Bombshell Internet Championship from Polly Playtime and then to see you, Drake Green step into the ring with J2H!  It’s going to be so amazing!”

Mikah looks at the female fan as if she was crazy before offering a smile the fan as she sees the picture that the girl is holding out to them.  It was a picture of her and Drake together and on their wedding day.  It was the only picture she allowed Drake to give to TMZ or whoever it was that wanted it.

;;MIKAH  â€œThanks.  We--I appreciate hearing that.  Can’t wait to step into the ring myself.”

She glances over at Drake who smiles warmly before he signs his name on the picture first, choosing to sign on the picture of his wife and she shoots him a look before signing her name on him as it was the only other appropriate place to sign.

≈≈FAN oo1  â€œTHANK you so much!  Ohmygod!  I can’t believe I just met the two of you!”

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œIt was nice to meet you too!”

She had to admit it, he was way better at this stuff than she was.  The fan walks away with a bit of a bounce in her step, clearly happy with the results of meeting Drake and Mikah.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat went surprisingly well…”

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œSee, you have fans whether you choose to believe that you do or not.  They’re there.”

Mikah rolls her eyes, the smile still present on her pretty face.  She glances up to see a male fan standing in front of her line now, just staring at her.  She offers him a small smile before glancing uneasily at her husband.

≈≈FAN oo2  â€œHi..I’m Holden Charleston.  I’ve been following your career ever since you were in Professional Wrestling Today and ran around with the members of Natural Selection.  I’ve gotten your autograph once before but I’ve never managed to get a picture with you…would you mind?”

She looks at him, still a little uneasy about him but the moment he had mentioned Natural Selection, she felt a little better.  She knew that he was harmless and that he didn’t have the same nature to him as Cameron did.  She glances over at Drake and he nods his head.

;;MIKAH  â€œSure.  I’d be happy to take a picture with you.”

She flashes him a smile before standing up and moving around the table.  She grabs the guy’s phone and tosses it to her husband, grinning at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou don’t mind, do you babe?”

She meant in the sense of taking a picture and he shakes his head as she stands next to Holden.  Holden wasn’t horrible looking but he definitely didn’t match her husband in the looks department.  She smiles at him as Drake hands the man back his phone and Mikah walks back around and sits down.

≈≈FAN oo2  â€œThank you so much, Mikah.  I will never forget this moment.”

She laughs before grabbing a promotional picture of herself that was supplied from the people in the back of SCW.  She signs her name before handing him the copy she signed.

;;MIKAH  â€œThanks for coming out to see me.”

≈≈FAN oo2  â€œAnytime.”

She grins as he walks off and she looks at Drake again, he was looking at her with a grin on his own face.  She rolls her eyes at him before looking at the next fan, who didn’t look too happy to be there and he looked to be about fifteen years of age.

;;MIKAH  â€œHi there.”

≈≈FAN oo3  â€œHi. Don’t think I’m here because I want to be.  My mom wants Drake Green’s autograph because he’s so amazing and she wouldn’t let me stay home alone.”

Mikah gives the teen a smile,trying not to glare at the kid.  She didn’t get a weird feeling from him like she had the first time that she had met Cameron.

;;MIKAH  â€œMay I ask who you are a fan of?”

She pushes her hair out of her face as she looks at him.  He visibly rolls his eyes at her and shrugs his shoulders.

≈≈FAN oo3  â€œPolly Playtime.  Melody Grace.  Bishop.  I would have been your fan but you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut when it comes to Melody.”

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd yet, here you are in my line.  How dare you say that you like Polly Want a Cracker and not me.  I can understand you liking Melody Grace because hardly anybody dislikes her but Polly Playtime?  Seriously?  What is wrong with you that you have the audacity to even attempt to say that to me?  Do you know that I’m a better competitor than Polly Playtime?  Her little reign with the Bombshell Internet Championship is nothing compared to my reign as Bombshell Champion.  And what has she done that is so noticeable and noteworthy here in SCW?  Hm?  Can you tell me that, kid?  Because I seriously doubt that you can.  Get out of my line, I’m not signing an autograph for you.  And if Mark Ward has a problem with it, he can kiss my ass.”

Mikah makes a shooing motion with her hand and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest with a scowl on her pretty face.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWay to keep it cool, babe.”

She gives him a look before rolling her eyes. She knew that if the fan complained to Mark Ward or Christian Underwood, she'd probably be in some sort of trouble. But she didn't care. She was annoyed that that fan had the audacity to act holier than she.

;;MIKAH  â€œNot my fault that he was a douchebag.”

Drake chuckles as he talks to another fan and signs and autograph for them. Mikah watches him for a moment, her eyes all over him and for a moment,  she let her mind wander back to the kiss that they'd shared before they came out here. She squirms before crossing her legs, pressing her thighs together.  She glances up to see a family of four standing in front of her.  There were three kids and a lady, who Mikah was assuming that she was the mother of the three of them.

≈≈FAN oo4  â€œHi!”

She smiles at the young child.

;;MIKAH  â€œHello!”

She felt that it was easy to deal with kids more than it was to deal with adults.

≈≈FAN oo4  â€œMy name is Brayden Valles and I just love you!  I loved when you were the Bombshell Champion for those nine months!  It was my favorite time during SCW.  I wish that you were the Bombshell Champion and not Melody Grace.”

The kid makes a face and Mikah sports an amused look on her face before glancing over at Drake, who smiles at her but tries to hide it.


;;MIKAH  â€œI’m sure there are a few people out there that share your sentiment, Brayden.”

≈≈FAN oo5  â€œMy name’s Brynley!  I woves you too!”

Mikah watches as Brayden rolls his eyes at his younger sister before looking at Mikah.

≈≈FAN oo4  â€œShe’s only saying that because I am.  I can’t wait to see you face Polly Playtime on Sunday.  You are going to win, aren’t you?”

The look on his face held adoration and hope for the outcome to be what he wanted.  She glances over at Drake and he offers her nothing.  She runs a hand through her straight blonde locks and leans forward, placing her arms on the table.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat is the plan, you know.  The plan is to show Polly why she’s nothing important to SCW and is essentially the cancer to the women’s division.  You know, I used to think Team Hero was a cancer to the division but I’m starting to see Polly as the cancer to the Bombshell’s division.  Harsh?  Perhaps but she lacks all originality and thinks that she’s something special to the division.  She thinks she’s bad and mean and everything else but she hasn’t a clue what that means.”

She stops talking when she feels Drake poke her leg under the table and she looks to him to see him gesturing to the kids’ mom with his eyes.  She looks at the mom, who didn’t look pleased with Mikah going off on a tangent about Polly Playtime.

;;MIKAH  â€œRight.  Sorry.  Do you all want a picture with me?  Maybe your mother can take it for us?”

She smiles warmly at the camera as she gets up and moves around to stand behind the three kids, bending down and putting her arms around the two on the outside.  The mom sighs and snaps a few pictures.  Mikah smiles warmly as she can at the mother before sitting back down behind the table and signing three pictures for the kids.

;;MIKAH  â€œThanks for coming out!”

The four of them walk away, the mother mumbling something to the boy and Mikah shakes her head.  She didn’t know how this could be so time consuming.

;;MIKAH  â€œI hate these things.  They take for-ever.”

Drake smiles and reaches over, patting her leg a bit.  He obviously didn’t seem to mind it and was clearly enjoying it.  She gives him a look as she leans back against the backrest of the chair.

::DRAKE GREEN “They’re not that bad, babe.  Interact with the people who like you as a competitor…”

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you saying you don’t like me as a competitor?”

She gives him a slightly challenging look and he shakes his head a bit.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œNot what I was saying, babe.  However, when you’re backstage you are kind of a bitch.  But in the ring, there’s no one better.”

She smiles at him, feeling slightly warm and gooey on the inside.  He leans over and kisses her cheek, just as a fan stands in the front of the two of them and snaps a picture of them in that exact moment.

≈≈FAN oo6  â€œI swear you two are the ca--yoot-est couple ever!”

Mikah looks a bit perplexed as she looks at the woman, who looked to be about twenty or twenty one.  Drake squeezes her leg and offers the woman a small smile.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œThanks, what’s your name?”

≈≈FAN oo6  â€œMy name is Penny Peffercorn.  And I just love the two of you together!”

Drake chuckles while Mikah just stares at her as if she was on crack.  She seemed way too perky and Mikah didn’t do perky; she barely did nice.

;;MIKAH  â€œUh...thanks.”

≈≈FAN oo6  â€œIt’s no problem at all!  I just wanted to get a picture of the two of y’all together so I could cherish it forever!  Can’t wait to be at Blaze of Glory on Sunday and perhaps see another moment of the two of you together.  Perhaps in the ring when Drake wins?”

She was hinting around, trying to see if Mikah would go down to the ring to see Drake if he were to win.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know.  Maybe.”

She shrugs her shoulders then offers Penny a polite smile.  She just giggles at Mikah and Drake laughs as well, trying to get Mikah to loosen up a bit.

≈≈FAN oo6  â€œWell, it was great to see y’all.  Take care!”

And before either of them could offer her a signed photograph, she skipped off, leaving Mikah to sit with an uneasy feeling.  The feeling reached her eyes as she sat next to her husband and she starts to stare off into space for a moment, ignoring the fans but signing things for them.  She couldn’t remember if she was saying anything or not but after a while she feels Drake’s hands on her face, patting her cheeks.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œBabe, babe, BABE!”

She looks at him and blinks a few times before raising her eyebrows at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œWh-what?”

She looks at him and offers what could barely even be considered a half smile.  He still looked concerned and she glanced around, sure that Penny Peffercorn had just walked away from them.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œAre you okay?  You’ve been staring off into space for five minutes and randomly signing your name on things....what’s wrong?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œPenny just gave me a weird vibe.  The same sort of vibe that I get from…”

She stops talking as she looks up to see Cameron standing by the doors, a sick smile on his face and a teddy bear in his arms.  She watches him, speechless as he sets the teddy bear down, waves to her, then disappears from the room.

;;MIKAH  â€œCameron…”

She whispered his name as he left the building and she wasn’t sure what to do but she wanted to be completely done with the meet and greet.  She stands up, still staring at the bear as Drake looks at her.

;;MIKAH  â€œI have...to go.”

She barely says the words before she’s walking out of the open room of the building.  She didn’t give Drake a second to stop her or follow her.  She winds her way through the backstage area, trying to find her locker room.  But in her frazzled state, she only gets herself more lost.  She stops when she seemingly finds a dead ended hallway and she freezes as she hears footsteps coming in her direction.  She looks for a door but there was really nowhere for her to go, so she creeps against the wall toward edge of the wall that was nearing the hallway.  She feels her heart beat wildly against her chest as she moves around the corner to “attack” the person but is instead wrapped in a hug by her husband.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œWhat happened out there?”

He continues to hold her, trying to calm whatever fear that was inside of her.

;;MIKAH  â€œCameron was there.  He...was just there.  He set down a teddy bear and waved at me, with that stupid grin on his face.  Like he knows he’s not really doing anything illegal but at the same time, knowing he’s being a creep.  I hate this feeling.”

Drake sighs and just holds her.  She wraps her arms around him for the moment, trying to calm down from her irrational or maybe rational fears that she had.

::DRAKE GREEN  â€œIt’ll be okay, we’ll think of something.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SIT DOWN INTERVIEW."
LOCATION: STOCKTON, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL BLAZE OF GLORY VI: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•

The room was dimly lit and there were two plush chairs that looked to be lounge type chairs but were more the type you’d find in a hotel lobby.  They were set in an angled position towards each other and in one sat Brody Wagner, Mikah’s personal bodyguard.  He looked to be a bit uncomfortable but he was dressed in a suit and tie, apparently Mikah’s doing.  He clears his throat, the camera recording now.

↕↕BRODY  â€œPlease welcome my guest at this time, she is the longest reigning former Bombshell Champion and the next Bombshell Internet Champion, Mikah.”

The blonde bombshell walks in and takes a seat in the open chair, dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, black stiletto heels, and a Drake Green tee.  She flashes Brody one of her charming smiles as she crosses one leg over the other.

↕↕BRODY  â€œThank you, Mikah for being here today.”

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re welcome, Brody.  And thank you for agreeing to sit in as Ms. Rocky Mountains and Pusscakes.  I appreciate it.”

She flashes him a smile as if he really had a chance to tell her no, which he clearly didn’t.  He just smiles back at her and nods his head.

↕↕BRODY  â€œRight.  In two days you will walk into the arena ready to go up against your opponent, the current SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Polly Playtime.  What have you done to prepare yourself for this match?”

He was trying to keep it professional and trying to keep Mikah’s opinions out of the questions that she had so clearly written out for him.  She rolls her eyes as she knows he modified her question so it sounded more professional.

;;MIKAH  â€œSimple, Brody.  I work hard at everything that I do, and that includes preparing for a match.  Whether Polly wants to believe that I haven’t prepared for the match or whether she wants to believe that I have, I’m saying this right here: I’ve prepared thoroughly for our match at Blaze of Glory.  Polly seems to think since I spent a week in Cuba last week with my husband, that I’ve done nothing to prepare myself, which is pretty laughable.  I mean, there’s a reason that SCW gives us two weeks to prepare for a match and we, as Bombshells get to choose what we do with those two weeks.  And I don’t think she gets to be the judge on what people choose to do with their time.  She stated last week that I wasn’t going to be 100% focused because I was partying in Cuba at Ben Jordan’s place.  She’s dead wrong.  I don’t know who she thinks she is, but she’s literally a nobody.  Actually, she’s lower than a nobody because at least people know who they are.  She hasn’t been a relevant champion and nobody really cares about that belt but that’s all about to change.  She wants to claim that I’m not going to be 100% focused on Sunday, she can go right ahead and say it.  It’ll just feel all that much better when I make her tap to her own words.”

She held a smug look on her face as she leans back in the chair.  Brody just nods his head, trying his best to stay professional.

↕↕BRODY  â€œShe wants to stake claim for making the Bombshell Internet Championship newsworthy as of late.  She stated that it was her idea for the tournament and that she’s the reason that there’s a buzz about the championship.  What do you think about that?”

He looks to her and she rolls her eyes with a smirk on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI think she’s delusional, Brody.  I think she’s living on another planet and doesn’t exactly realize who she’s dealing with.”

She flicks her hair over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut for her to say that she’s the one that created all the buzz around the Bombshell Internet Championship is a bold faced lie.  She may have had the idea for the tournament, Brody but she definitely isn’t the person who’s created the buzz around the championship.  That would be me.  And Chelsea Payne, of course.”

A smirk slips back onto her face as if it was so easy for her to slide back into that character.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, after Chelsea lost to Raynin in the first round of the tournament, she took to Twitter and stated that she was now hashtag Team Mikah.  And that’s what started the buzz about the championship.  But it all has to do with me.  I make things buzzworthy and important.  Do you think a person like Polly Playtime could do anything like that all?”

She gives Brody a pointed look.

↕↕BRODY  â€œAnd why couldn’t she?”

Mikah lets out a laugh before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œLook at her name, Brody.  It’s Polly Playtime.  It lacks all originality.  It’s not even a good name so how can a person like her create any buzz at all?  I mean, seriously.  Even her little promo thing last week lacked all originality.  She couldn’t come up with anything of her own to say which means she’s struggling to stay relevant.  Or maybe she’s feeling the pressure of facing me.  She took the belt from Kate Steele and while that’s a feat that many thought impossible, I’m Mikah and I’m the only Bombshell that’s currently employed by SCW that’s caused a strike because I was unbeatable.  How would you feel going up against somebody like that?  That held such power and integrity for the company?”

She tilts her head to the side.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m sure the little scrub is feeling intimidated because it’s a hard thing to do; go up against somebody that has accomplished so much here in SCW.  I know that most people still try to discredit my Bombshell Championship reign but it still holds true to the fact that I was unbeatable for nine fucking months.  That’s nothing short of impressive and I hope Polly doesn’t try to think that I’m another Kate Steele that is going to be an easy win for her...and I hope she doesn’t think that I’m anything like Amy Marshall because I’m better than the two of them.  And I will be harder to beat.  I can almost guarantee that.”

She smirks a bit before looking to Brody.

↕↕BRODY  â€œHow do you feel when you think about Polly saying that you’re not at your best?”

SHe lets a laugh slip from her lips again, as if it was such a hilarious thing to think about.

;;MIKAH  â€œPlease.  She clearly hasn’t been paying close attention to the past two Climax Controls then, has she?  Because I’m clearly at my best.  While she chooses to believe that I’m not at my best, I’ll be in the ring and prove that I’m at my best, if not better than my best.  She wants to believe that I haven’t been at my best because she’s a scared little girl, Brody.  She wants to hold onto her Bombshell Internet Championship for as long as she can and right now, she’s feeling scared.  Scared that she’s going to lose it the moment she steps in the ring with me and she has every right to feel scared because that’s what’s going to happen.  Right now, she can feel the championship slipping through her fingers and she can feel how she’s slipping away and back into the depths of nothingness and she hates it, Brody.  It’s eating at her and clawing at her skin and I just can’t wait to see the look on her face when I am announced the winner.  And the new Bombshell Internet Champion.”

She holds a confident look on her face before looking over at him again, waiting.

↕↕BRODY  â€œWhat about her claim to be evil?  How does that make you feel?”

She tries to stop herself from laughing again but she can’t seem to hold it back.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt makes me laugh, clearly.  She wants to believe that she’s an evil woman because she feels that it gives her power.  But she’s nothing but a shark in a pond.  The competition she has been given has been nothing but complete and utter crap.  And I’m not sure so what makes her so ‘evil’, either.  What has she done that’s been so evil?  She looks like one of those singers on those silly Kidz Bop CDs.  She doesn’t even look like she has an evil bone in her body at all.  So when she said that she was evil, all I could do was laugh because that’s the only thing that I can do when it comes to her, Brody.  Is laugh.”

She laughs again and shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe thinks she’s earned this right to walk around backstage, stating things like that and not have anybody call her out on it.  I would like for her to state one thing that makes her evil and then maybe I’ll consider her being evil.  But let’s be honest, Brody, she’s not evil.  She’s just a fake person, trying to maintain some sort of relevancy.  But hey, Polly after you lose on Sunday, there’s always strip clubs looking for ‘evil’ women and I’m sure you’d make a buck or two.”

She winks at the camera before recrossing her legs but the other way to get a little more comfortable.

↕↕BRODY  â€œHere’s a game that your husband likes to play, so I want to play it with you as well.  Word Association.”

She nods her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œOkay, let’s go.”

She straightens up in her seat, almost eager.

↕↕BRODY  â€œPolly Playtime.”

;;MIKAH  â€œUnoriginal.”

She makes a waving motion with her hand.

↕↕BRODY  â€œAmy Marshall.”

;;MIKAH  â€œNot important enough.”

She shrugs her shoulders.

↕↕BRODY  â€œMelody Grace.”

;;MIKAH  â€œImmature.”

She shrugs her shoulders  again, just saying the first thing that came out of her mouth.

↕↕BRODY  â€œKate Steele.”

;;MIKAH  â€œAbsent.”

She wasn’t sure where Kate was and that was the only thing she could think to say.

↕↕BRODY  â€œDespayre.”

;;MIKAH  â€œBEST Internet Champion.  Ever.  Hands down.”

She grins ear to ear at the mention of her buddy, Despy.  She just gave him the roster of SCW and let him do his work.

↕↕BRODY  â€œJ2H.”

;;MIKAH  â€œLongest Heavyweight Champion.”

She shrugs her shoulders again.

↕↕BRODY  â€œAnd…Drake Green.”

She blushes a bit at hearing her own husband’s name.

;;MIKAH  â€œHubby.  Love him.”

She relaxes a bit as she sees Brody put the roster list away.

↕↕BRODY  â€œIs there anything else that you would like to say, Mikah?”

He turns it to her, letting her take the lead and take the end of the promo whichever way she wanted to.  She takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH  â€œSunday is approaching fast and there’s going to be nowhere for you to go, Polly.  There’s going to be no escaping from the reality that is going to be yours at the end of Sunday.  And that reality is this: you’re going to go home empty handed.  You’re going to walk out of that arena feeling such desperation that you’re not going to know what to do with yourself.  Your travel bag is going to feel so much lighter that you’re going to keep checking your bag to make sure that you didn’t forget anything, thinking that you had.  But then it will dawn on you again that you lost the Bombshell Internet Championship because you’re just not good enough to step in the ring with me.  There is a reason that I held the Bombshell Championship for nine months, Polly.  It’s not because of sheer luck, it’s because I’m that damned good at what I do in the ring.  And you’re going to find out why I was the champion for that long.”

She fires off another smirk.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re going to realize the mistake of your silly little tournament that you wanted so badly because you were tired of facing the Kate Steeles and Amy Marshalls of SCW and you’re going to have to realize what almost everybody else did; I’m just that much better than you.  It’s not an opinion, Polly.  It’s a fact.  I’ve been in SCW for almost two and a half years now, and I’m the best there is.  I am the measuring stick.  Whether I’m the Bombshell Champion right now or not, I am still the measuring stick.  You should be asking yourself how you can get out of this match because there is no way that I’m going to be letting you go home with the Bombshell Internet Championship.”

She shakes her head no for dramatic effect.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re not going to be the first opponent that’s ever thought that they could outsmart me, Polly.  And you won’t be the last.  There’s going to be a period of your life where you will question practically everything you do, trying to figure out where you went wrong.  And I’m going to tell you right now where you went wrong; it was setting up that tournament and then not taking me seriously.  You think just because I know how to have a good time that I can’t focus at the same time, that’s wrong.  You also like to bring my personal life into the mix, which is something you will very well learn not to do; I may as well call you the next Melody Grace because she too couldn’t keep her nose out of my relationship with Drake.  But here you go, Polly, if you want to talk about mine and Drake’s marriage, here it is:...”

She pauses for a moment to straighten herself up in her chair and clear her throat.

;;MIKAH  â€œMy marriage with Drake is going just fine.  It’s better than fine.  I have never loved another person more than I love Drake.  But my marriage to Drake has nothing to do with Blaze of Glory and you shouldn’t have been such a Petty Polly to bring it into the fold because now I’m going to have to show you just why I was so dominant for nine months.  And to teach you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to my marriage with Drake.”

She grins over at Brody, who was sitting there quite awkwardly.

;;MIKAH  â€œOn Sunday, you’re going to realize that you’ve made a huge mistake in doubting me and my abilities.  And I will just laugh as I walk away.  So, I hope that you’re prepared to go home empty handed because I’m prepared to go home and celebrate.”

She stands up and fixes her shirt.

;;MIKAH  â€œSee you soon, Petty Polly.”

She winks.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”

[Playtime]

 THE TOURNAMENT WINNER BECOMES THE LOSER
(Part 2 of 2)

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~The payoff of last weekend was, in a word, EPIC!  Yes I sent him away wanting more, teasing him, and in the end just downright humiliating him, right in front of the rest of his basketball boys.  He earned what happened to him though, all because of last Saturday night.  Not that I wasn’t going to do it anyway, but he expedited the process quicker.  Oh don’t worry, you are all about to find out about it, with no leaving out of any single detail.~

~As for my Blaze of Glory opponent, she will indeed see that I AM evil.  I’m not the kind of evil that’s criminal, but I’m far more evil than any Mean Girl wishes they could be.  My brand of evil though is far more subtle, and you just plain out don’t see it coming until it’s too late!  My brand of evil leaves you always remembering me.  You won’t be able to get my name out of your mind.  Heck even when you die, your corpse will remember me.  Even when your corpse rots, your bones still won’t be able to forget what you went through when you came face to face with Polly Playtime.~

~It’s like I already told her, congratulations on getting this far.  But this upcoming Sunday is where it all ends for Mikah.  Just like how it all ended for my basketball tournament winner last Sunday…~



Saturday, March 11, 2017
Stockton, California
University of the Pacific
Pacific Ocean Shoreline

~He asked me this morning if he could spend the entire day with me, or at least as much of the time as possible.  I nodded when he asked this, granting his request.  Immediately he asked me if he we could go to the beach and take a walk so we could get to know one another better.  Oh I’m still not going to give him all that he asks, but he’s at least not acting like a jerk.  Besides, the beach sounded like a good idea to me at the time, because I’d get to wear something that’ll tease him… but tell him “hands off” at the same time…~

~So yes, underneath the blue jeans and the purple long sleeve shirt I’ve got on, I’m wearing a one-piece hot pink swimsuit that would definitely draw basically every guy’s eyes to me.  I know it’s not a bikini or anything, but let’s face it, none of the guys out there deserve to see more than what Jacob is about to see.  I look at myself now one last time in the mirror and then take the key I was given for while I’ll be rooming in the Guest House I was given access to for the rest of my stay here in Stockton.  I leave my purse behind, but do slip my cell phone into my left blue jean pocket.  I slip the house key into my right pocket.  When I open up the front door, Jacob is waiting for me, wearing blue jeans as well and a white t-shirt.~

Jacob:  â€œOkay, I’m ready when you are Polly.  We’ll take my Jeep.  I have the top down being its decently warm out.  I hope you’re okay with that?”

Polly:  â€œYeah, sure.  How far is the beach that you have planned?”

Jacob:  â€œNot far, but you don’t want to walk it.  Trust me.  It’ll save us a decent amount of time to drive.”

Polly:  â€œAlright.”

~I follow him to the parking lot and wait for him to open up the passenger door to his Jeep.  He does so and holds open the door for me.  He’s definitely being on his best behavior.  With being around me, that’s a smooth move.  But I’m not fooled.  He’s going to try something once we’re at the beach.  I just know it.~

~Even with this on my mind I hope into his Jeep and it’s not long before we’re moving down the road.  The breeze does hit my hair which begins to blow it around some.  I reach my right hand up and run my hand through it, which gets Jacob to glance over at me.  I see him do it and admonish him immediately.~

Polly:  â€œHey.  Keep your eyes on the road.  Remember, you have precious cargo with you.  Precious cargo that you can look at once we’re at the beach.”

~He puts his eyes back on the road, and just in time too, as we have now come upon a few curves in the road.  As soon as he navigates those safely, he speaks to me, but with his eyes locked on the road in front of him.~

Jacob:  â€œI’m sorry about that Polly.”

Polly:  â€œYeah sure.  You better be!”

~I cross my arms in front of me.  I stay like this, not looking over at him, all the rest of the way to the beach.  It’s once that he’s parked that I next glimpse over at him.~

Jacob:  â€œI guess I’ll get the cooler out of the back.  Can you please carry the towels though Polly?”

Polly:  â€œSure.  But what’s the cooler for?”

Jacob:  â€œPicnic lunch.  I got us some sandwiches and some drinks.”

Polly:  â€œOh.  I’m assuming you didn’t make them.”

Jacob:  â€œWell no, but I’ve had them before.  They’re good.”

Polly:  â€œHmm, am I supposed to trust you on that?”

~He looks unsure on how to respond.  I don’t make him answer my question though and instead just hop out of his Jeep and meet him behind it.  He passes me the towels and keeps his promise by carrying the cooler and anything else he’s brought with him.  I let him lead the way as this is obviously a spot he’s been to many times, hopefully not with other girls.  I mean that’s just lame, taking girls out to the same date, time and time again.  Trust me, if I was interested in him, I’d be asking him for that vital information.  But since this is a one-time thing, it’s not important to me.  I’m actually hoping the rest of this weekend goes by quickly, so I can spring the surprise on him.  I just can’t wait!~

~I’m grinning behind him as we keep walking, heading right out to the beach, which is right at the shoreline of the Pacific.  I’ll admit it, it’s definitely a beautiful spot.  I may as well enjoy THAT at least, considering the circumstances.  I keep my eyes on the view and it’s not long before I hear his voice.~

Jacob:  â€œI will always have good memories of this spot.  Do you like the view Polly?”

Polly:  â€œWell yeah.  It’s nice.  Um…”

Jacob:  â€œOkay, what’s wrong?”

Polly:  â€œNothing.  What makes you think something’s wrong?”

Jacob:  â€œBecause you haven’t looked at me much.  I’m getting that feeling that you’re not interested in me.”

~Hmm, it’s almost like he’s onto me.  I don’t want it to end this way, not before getting my chance to deflate his hopes and smash his dreams, leaving him defeated.  I guess I’ll have to fake it.  Besides, he’s not horrible to look at, I guess.~

Polly:  â€œIt’s not that at all Jacob.  I just have a lot on my mind.  Remember that gold belt that you saw in my room last night?”

Jacob:  â€œYeah?”

Polly:  â€œIt’s a championship belt.  I don’t go here to Pacific as a student.  I’m a wrestler.”

Jacob:  â€œOkay, interesting.  I do really like athletic girls.”

~Now he’s just staring at me, not taking his eyes off me.  Good.  It was enough to rope him back in.~

Polly:  â€œI have to defend that championship right here on campus next Sunday.  You’re welcome to come, if you have the time.  No one else will probably be cheering me on, but I don’t mind about that.  They’re all just jealous that I’ve made such a huge impact within a year of joining the company.”

Jacob:  â€œI’ll be there for you Polly.”

~Yeah right Jacob.  Not after this weekend is over you won’t.~

Polly:  â€œOkay.  Soooo… um… How about that walk?”

Jacob:  â€œOkay, but we shouldn’t get our clothes wet as I was hoping to walk with you right down at the water’s edge.”

Polly:  â€œAlright.”

~I put my hands down at the bottom of my love sleeve shirt and begin to pull it upward.  I lift it up and over my head and toss it to where I’ve put down the towels.  Without delaying I step down and out of my jeans.  I can tell that he looks a little bit disappointed that I’m not in a little less, but he holds up his end of the bargain and drops his pants down and takes off his t-shirt.  He points down to the water and I start to walk that way.  He stays by my side but then holds up for a moment.  I realize it that he’s now looking at my back, which he can see most of my skin.  I partially turn to look back at him.~

Polly:  â€œAre you trying to get a different view Jacob?”

Jacob:  â€œNo.  I um… dropped something.”

Polly:  â€œI’m not dumb Jacob.  Please tell me the truth.”

~He looks ashamed, but he softly talks it to me, even though pretty much no one else is around.~

Jacob:  â€œI’m sorry.  I was checking you out.”

Polly:  â€œThat’s better.  So um, do you like what you see?”

~He’s hesitating.  That’s not the response I was hoping for.  However he does nod now, after a delay.~

Jacob:  â€œYes.  I promise I won’t touch you though, unless if you give me your permission.  I am a respectful guy.”

Polly:  â€œWell that’s good to hear.  Come on.  More walking, less delaying.”

~I’m going to have to let him touch me via some means, so I hold out my left hand and signal him to take it.  He willingly takes it into his right hand and the two of us begin to walk, with most of the shoreline’s water striking at my legs.  After a while I figure it’s time to get him to open up, even though I have no intentions of doing much of that myself.~

Polly:  â€œSo um, Jacob, I know you love basketball, but what else are you interested in?”

~He turns his face partially to me.~

Jacob:  â€œI’m mostly just into having a good time.  There really isn’t all that much to me that you need to know Polly.  So how about you?  You’ve definitely piqued my interest.”

~I dodge his question, on purpose.~

Polly:  â€œYet you seem so disappointed…”

Jacob:  â€œI’m not.”

Polly:  â€œOh yes you are.  You don’t think I’m hot enough.”

~I tighten my grip on his hand and stop my feet, which gets him to stop his as well.  I look up at him and give him my sad puppy dog eyes.~

Jacob:  â€œYou’re pretty cute Polly.  That’s me telling the truth.  You’re not the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.  But listen to me.  I shouldn’t be telling you this.  We’re on a date.”

Polly:  â€œYes, we are.  Thanks for at least being honest with me.  You have no idea how many guys have lied to me.  And I’m only 21!”

Jacob:  â€œI bet it doesn’t make you feel good.”

Polly:  â€œNope, it doesn’t.  Can we please talk about more positive things though Jacob?  I was thinking you’d want to enjoy this weekend to its fullest.  Think about it.  You have a pretty cute girl on your arm, we’re at a beach with a great view, and tonight I’ll follow through on the promise I made last night.  You can sleep in the same room as me in the guest house, since tomorrow ends our date.”

~He seems to be letting this all sink in, before putting an agreeable look on his face.~

Jacob:  â€œYou’re right Polly.  I shouldn’t be complaining one bit.  Sorry.”

Polly:  â€œHey, it’s okay.  I can tell you’re nervous.”

He takes his right arm now and links it up to my left arm, and we then continue to walk, keeping pace with one another, most likely looking like a couple.

Jacob:  â€œNo, that’s not it.  It’s just that-”

~He cuts himself off.  I can only guess it has something to do with another girl.~

Polly:  â€œCome on Jacob.  You can tell me.  I won’t judge.”

~Of course I’m going to judge, and use it against him.  Of course I’ll do that…~

Jacob:  â€œWhile I do appreciate that Polly, you don’t want to hear it.”

Polly:  â€œDon’t be silly.  Tell me.”

Jacob:  â€œI have had several girls that I see as hot just plain out reject me.  One said she would go out with me, then never showed up at our meeting point.  She goes here and every time I pass by her she just snickers.”

~AH HA!  GOLD!  I can do much better than that though.  He’ll see.~

Polly:  â€œAwww Jacob.  That’s just mean.  But hey, I’m here for you.”

Jacob:  â€œI know.  But um, we should probably head back to the spot we had picked out back there.  We’re pretty far out.”

~I turn around to see that that’s true.~

Polly:  â€œOkay.  Do you want to go for a swim next, or eat lunch, or what?”

Jacob:  â€œWhatever you want to do is fine.  I have already not treated you well enough.”

Polly:  â€œNah.  You’ve been fine Jacob.  That girl?  She doesn’t know what she’s missing.  You’ve got a um… good heart.”

Jacob:  â€œYou really think so?”

Polly:  â€œYeah.”

~A breeze of wind comes up now off the ocean as we continue walking back to the towels that are laid down in a heap with our clothing.  The breeze whips my hair just perfectly actually.  He is gazing at me now, hopefully seeing that I am the most beautiful girl he will ever have on his arm.  As the breeze dies down I pull the strands out of my face and put them to the side with my free hand.  It’s not long after that we’re back at our belongings.  I unfold one of the two big blankets he had me carry and sit right on it.  I gesture to the basket, indicating that maybe it’s best that we eat next.  He takes the hint and pulls out the sandwiches and two bottles of water.  He lays out a sandwich and a bottle for me before taking a pair for himself.~

Polly:  â€œThank you.”

Jacob:  â€œNo problem.”

~As I dive into my sandwich, which is a tuna fish sandwich, I look again out to the ocean’s waves.  They are crashing around some due to the breezes that are kicking up now and again, but make no mistake about it, my world won’t come crashing down on me the next time I get into that ring.  There is nothing right now that can do that.  I mean I’ve gotten rid of one man who didn’t do what he had promised he would do for me.  I’ll always be known as a Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion, even when I’m not THE champion anymore, which won’t happen on the 19th mind you.  I have no intentions of losing the Bombshell Internet Championship.  That’s not why I wanted that little tournament created.  I wasn’t looking for a successor.  I was looking for a new face to humiliate!  And that face just happens to be Mikah’s.~

~I grin some between bites before I put my sandwich down for a bit.  I lean back some, allowing myself to be supported by my hands.  With a look to my shoulders, I can see the sun is making them glisten.  With me in this position, he’s now once again checking me out.  This is good, but I know now that I’m going to have to go all out in order to go for the kill.~

Polly:  â€œThat sandwich is alright.  I’ll finish it in a little while.  Right now if it’s okay, since you’re looking at me, it’s only fair that I get to look at you.”

Jacob:  â€œI won’t argue.  Do you like what you see?”

~I asked that same question of him earlier when he was sneaking a peak at my cute butt.  I gently nod at him before answering verbally.~

Polly:  â€œYeah.  It’s awesome too that you’re not sweaty from playing basketball.  You do clean up nice.”

Jacob:  â€œYou do too, and I… I’m sorry I’ve seem disappointed.”

Polly:  â€œThanks, and forgiven.  Besides, I have an idea for later, one that won’t leave you disappointed.”

Jacob:  â€œOh?  What is it?”

Polly:  â€œWell that wouldn’t be cool of me to just tell you, would it?  It’s a surprise.”

Jacob:  â€œOkay.  Now I really want to go back to the campus so you can show me the surprise.”

~He’s buying what I’m selling.  Excellent.~

Polly:  â€œOh really?  I guess we should pack up the leftovers then and head back?”

Jacob:  â€œI’d like that.”

~I bet you do.~

Polly:  â€œOkay, can you wrap this up for me?  I’ll get dressed.”

~I snatch my clothing and both of the towels that are still dry due to us not going for a swim and head up to the Jeep.  Right at the Jeep I slip on my blue jeans and throw my long sleeve shirt back on.  I just wait at his vehicle now for him to catch up with me.  It doesn’t take him long and he eagerly tosses everything into the back of the Jeep.  He then quickly opens the door for me.  I look at him head around to his side of the Jeep and hop in and quickly buckle his seat belt.  I purposely get in slowly and buckle my seat belt slowly.  As soon as I’m strapped in Jacob is mashing the gas.  He speeds most of the way back to the campus, excluding the bends in the road.  What he doesn’t know is that in the end it’s going to be a surprise that will leave him remembering me from now until the end of time.  I have a feeling that at the end of it all, he won’t want to spend tonight or tomorrow with me.  He will slither away like all the others, being forced to remember my favorite two words for the rest of his life.  And this thought is just making me lick my lips evilly as he pulls his Jeep to a stop after making it back to the University in what is probably record time.~

~Hey, maybe he’s at least won at now two things.  But that’s where the winning with me involved will end.~



Saturday, March 11, 2017
Stockton, California
University of the Pacific
Guest House

~We’re back inside the Guest House now and he is relaxing a bit by watching some television in the next room over.  I’m in the bedroom, which does have two separate beds in it.  I know I did promise him one of them tonight, but I don’t think he’ll be able to handle what I’m about to do to him.  That girl snickering at him every time he sees him will just seem like child’s play then.  This afternoon, very soon, he’s going to run the moment I let him go, but he’ll never be able to forget.~

Polly:  â€œHey um, Jacob, I’m about to freshen up.  I’ll call out if I need you for anything.”

Jacob:  â€œOkay.  I’m sure you’ll be fine though.”

~I don’t respond to that, but instead just head for the bathroom.  I close the door but I don’t lock it, intentionally.  I strip down out of all of my clothing and turn not the shower water on, but instead the bathtub water, as that is louder than the water from the shower head.  He can undoubtedly hear it.  I look around the bathroom one time before my green eyes stop at the mirror.  Oh, every guy would want this.  But they can’t have it.  I’m about to let that be known.  That is the plan…~

Polly:  â€œJACOB?!?!?  I need help figuring something out in the bathroom!  Can you come here?”

~After I yell that out to him a few seconds pass before he yells back in my direction.~

Jacob:  â€œOKAY!  I’m coming!”

~My green eyes are widening and honestly, I’m extremely giddy.  I’m not being a slut or anything.  I’m just being what I am, a very cute yet very teasing yet very cruel young woman.~

~I stand still and then I see the doorknob turn.  Here we go!~

~It opens the rest of the way and then I scold him after quickly using my right hand to cover up my boobs and my left hand to cover up my pussy.~

Polly:  â€œOH MY GOD JACOB!  Why didn’t you knock?!  Are you kidding me right now?!”

Jacob:  â€œI- I- I- I- I’m sorry!”

~He’s frozen in one place though, still staring and not taking his eyes off of my body.~

Polly:  â€œStop looking at me!  Don’t be a perv Jacob!”

Jacob:  â€œI am SO sorry!”

~He turns around now and doesn’t look at me anymore.  Now I can freely go in for the kill.  From behind him I reach out my left hand and low-blow him right in the groin.  He doubles over in pain and immediately asks me a question.~

Jacob:  â€œW-why did you j-just do that Polly?  I said I was s-sorry!”

~I give him no explanation.  Instead I grab him by his shirt collar and with my feet tell him to get on his knees.  The moment he is I get down and into his face, teasing him with my boobs first, before lashing out at him.~

Polly:  â€œSorry isn’t good enough.  Oh you’ll be getting that surprise I promised you, and it’s going to occur right NOW!”

~With him down on his knees, I stomp him in the back a few times, which leads to him now laying flat on the floor.  I go down to the floor now and quickly wrap my legs around his upper body.  He’s grunting some so I wrap them on tighter, squeezing.  He grunts some more but he’s not giving up.  He’s just asking me another question.~

Jacob:  â€œWhat can I do to make it up to you Polly?  I’ll do anything.  I’ll have my whole TEAM do anything you want us to do!”

~Hmm, tempting offer.  But I only want him.~

Polly:  â€œThat won’t be necessary.  Now take your punishment like a man!  Seriously, how DARE you purposely try to see me naked?!?!”

Jacob:  â€œI didn’t mean to do that.  You called me and-”

Polly:  â€œAnd what?”

Jacob:  â€œSo I came.”

Polly:  â€œOh no you aren’t!  Don’t tell me that you’re cumming!”

~I wrench the bodyscissors in harder, even though I’m quite the small girl.  He’s trying to fight it, but despite the fact that he’s far taller and far heavier than I am, he’s been unable to free himself.    One more wrench and finally it happens.  He taps his hand against the floor a few times.  AHHHH!  Music to my ears!~

Polly:  â€œOh, you tap out?  Have you had enough?”

Jacob:  â€œYES!”

Polly:  â€œMmmm, nah, you’re not getting off that easy.  You got a free view of me, so it’s only fair that I get to see all of YOU!  And then I’m going to make you tap, tap, tap some more!  Don’t even try to run.  Your resistance will be futile.”

~I let him free of my bodyscissors and get to the bathroom door, close it, then lock it, so my punishing of my newest loser will go undisturbed.  It’s not going to go unseen though as I have my cell phone here with me in the bathroom.  I set it up earlier on the sink and pressed record right away, that way I’ll be able to watch it all again and again and again.  I love it when a plan comes together!~

Jacob:  â€œPolly, I-”

Polly:  â€œAre you scared Jacob?  Or are you shy?  Are you afraid that it will only be Little Jacob?”

Jacob:  â€œNo.  It’s just that I didn’t expect this from you.  I’m so sorry.”

Polly:  â€œIt’s too late for sorry.  Take it off.  You won’t leave this room until you do, nor will I be leaving.”

~He looks so indecisive, so vulnerable.  It’s just the way I want him.  I keep my post at the bathroom door, barring his only way out.  He sighs before giving in again and removing his shirt.~

Polly:  â€œThat’s it.  MORE!”

~He picks up the pace some and it’s not long before he’s down to his drawers.  He stops here at this point but I shake my head.~

Polly:  â€œUh uh.  I’m naked, so you have to be naked too.  Drop them and don’t make me tell you again!”

~This gets his attention and he goes to drop them.  I’m going in for the kill now.  The second he drops them below his crotch, I nail him right again with a swift kick to his package.~

Jacob:  â€œOw!  Please no!”

~I bring him back down to the bathroom floor, with his drawers still around his upper legs, his dick now out though.  It’s actually quite a big one.  I stroke it a few times gently to tease him.  He lifts his head up some and watches me, but that’s when I end his view of it.  I mount him and face him and pull his legs upwards some, until it begins to hurt him.  He taps out again.  I grin down at him now and lick my chops a few times.~

Jacob:  â€œWhat are you going to do to me?  That look isn’t good.  I…  I thought this was just going to be a date with you.”

Polly:  â€œOh it was.  But it’s over now.  You’re in good hands though.  Trust me.  I know what I’m doing.”

~That I do.  I move up and immediately bury my snatch into his mouth, sitting down on his face.  He’s mmphing already.  I keep my left hand on his dick and go up and down with it, getting faster and faster.  Meanwhile I wiggle my cute butt all in his face faster and faster as well.  It’s now that he’s reaching his right hand up.  It taps against my lower back frantically, but nope, I’m not letting him go.  He’s getting destroyed and humiliated and has earned every single last second of it!  I keep riding his face and speeding up on his dick.  He’s tensing up.  I can feel him beneath me, so I let his dick go.  The moment I do I glance over my right shoulder and see his juices squirting up into the air.  AWESOME!  He’s totally lost to me now, and I have it ALL recorded!  Honestly he’s lucky I don’t share anything on the internet.  I’m not one to go posting stuff just so a 70 year old pedofile can get a boner.  Remember, the internet should be a useful tool for information… not be used for questionable material.  Nope, this is only for my files, for whenever I do feel a bit down, which sure as he’ll isn’t right now and won’t be next Sunday!~

~Pushing this out of my mind, I get up a little bit and then evilly, yet sweetly talk down to him.~

Polly:  â€œAww, you came for me.  I like that.  Do you want me to let you go?”

Jacob:  â€œPlease!”

Polly:  â€œMmmmmmm, no can do!”

~As is my MO, I drop right back on his face hard and wiggle my butt the fastest it can go, with my arms up in the air, so it’s like I’m twerking.  He knows he’s defeated, yet still he’s tapping out against my lower back again.  He’s tapping slower now though as he probably is now realizing that I don’t care if he’s tapping.~

~I finish up what I want to do and then get up partially again.~

Polly:  â€œSo um, want to finish the rest of our date?”

~Quickly he slides out from under me and hurriedly gets his clothing on.  Once he has his drawers and jeans are he responds to my question, as I stand in front of him, still fully nude… but not hiding it now.  He is the first guy to ever see me this way, but he got more than he bargained for and didn’t take any pictures of me, so I’m okay with it.~

Jacob:  â€œNO!  I’m out of here!”

~He unlocks and opens the bathroom door.  I yell out to him my goodbye.~

Polly:  â€œIt sucks that you couldn’t handle me Jacob!  Bye you LOSER!”

~I walk slowly out to the bedroom and look out the window, carefully making sure to not expose my naked self to anyone outside.  I see him running like a jackrabbit across the quad.  I can’t help it but to laugh and grin and just be overall happy about what I just did to him.  Next Sunday I’ll make sure that I only pile on to that happiness by defeating the next one that believes they can avoid the bad side of Playtime.~

~Yup, just like Jacob, Mikah doesn’t stand a chance.~



Friday, March 17, 2017
Stockton, California
University of the Pacific
Guest House Bathroom

~AHHH!  The warm water has felt SO GOOD against my body!  But my championship shower is now over and it’s time to really go to work!  I worked out earlier today and that felt amazing too, but it’s now only two days until I get into that ring against Mikah and successfully defend the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship.~

~One thing is clear, Mikah and I have taken very different roads to get to this point in our careers.  While it’s great that she held the SCW World Bombshell Championship for 9 months straight and was getting the other Bombshells to picket, what has she done since then?  She has basically done what she calls me… “literally nothing”.  Those are two words she will be eating at Blaze of Glory.  Those are two words that will lead to her getting tube-fed in a hospital, if I feel like going that route.  Simply put, she’ll be on a road that she doesn’t want to be on.  She will regret ever having defeated Lucy Seraphina and Raynin.  In two nights time, I won’t be talking about it.  I’ll be DOING it.~

~As far as right now goes, well, I’m wrapping a towel securely around me and then I’ll get down to business being my cell phone is once again inside here with me.~

~Carefully I secure a towel, tying it tight around me so only my lower legs and above my boobs show.  I’m ready now…~

Polly:  â€œI knew my challenger for my Bombshell Internet Championship would be vocal, but honestly being vocal against me just isn’t enough Mikah.  You see against me you need to make sure you never put yourself in a situation where you’re only one step away from losing to me.  Bad for your case is that you’ve already done so, and not just in one way either!”

“Here’s the thing Mikah.  I know you’re just trying to antagonize me and bury me with your words about me being nothing.  Look, we all know it’s not true, so who are you trying to kid?  If I was nothing, I would have debuted here in Sin City Wrestling and promptly left.  To be nothing that would mean I haven’t been successful at all.  Look around Mikah.  I’ve been very successful.  I’m the Bombshell Internet Champion because I worked hard after coming back from the concussion I suffered late last summer.  Slowly yet surely people have realized I’m not a joke.  Yet you still want to see me as one.  That’s totally fine with me too, because when you do that, you’re making the same mistake as all the others have done before you.  THAT is really the main reason for why I don’t think you’re going to be 100 percent focused this Sunday night, because you don’t see me as a threat.”

“Mikah, I’m MORE than just a threat.  I’m a young woman that simply just can’t be tamed.  You however need a fellow bombshell to hop on your bandwagon just to get your name out there in lights, on Twitter no less.  It’s pathetic.  I don’t need ANYONE else to get my name out there.  I speak for myself.  I always have and I always will.  I may be small, but I have a voice, and it is a LOUD one that will ALWAYS be heard!  Clearly you have no voice Mikah, being your depending on Chelsea Payne to namedrop you on social media.”

“Also for your information, I went to Christian and pitched the tournament idea to him.  That’s what has put the Bombshell Internet Championship into the limelight and out of the obscurity that Kate Steele had it in.  If I hadn’t pitched that idea, Chelsea would have never taken to Twitter, and you would probably be facing nobody this Sunday.  And even if you did end up in a match, it wouldn’t have been a championship match.  That’s for sure!  So in a way, you should be thanking me for granting you the opportunity at the Bombshell Internet Championship!”

~I pause and just have to shake my head.  I’m not surprised with how Mikah has acted though.  Not at all.  But I’m definitely not feeling threatened by her.  To me she isn’t the imposing figure that she’s making herself out to be.  Back when she WAS that imposing figure, something was missing.  I wasn’t in Sin City Wrestling yet!~

Polly:  â€œAnyways, just you wait Mikah.  I know you’ve rattled off your biggest accomplishments, but I’m still very young.  I have only just made my first splash here in Sin City Wrestling, literally and figuratively.  I’ve got TONS more in me and when I’m all said and done, I will have done something far more memorable than causing a bombshell strike.  What I will do resonate forever, and not JUST with the bombshell division either!  I’ll make certain I affect EVERYBODY in Sin City Wrestling, through one means or another!”

~I pause to swallow and then take a few breaths, before diving right back in.~

Polly:  â€œThat will eventually happen, whether you like it or not Mikah.  Your little causing of the bombshell strike when I wasn’t even here will fall by the wayside.  It won’t be memorable any more.  Just like how after Blaze of Glory, you’ll continue to fall.  It’s clear that you’re indeed NOT at your best, because if you were, you would have gained back the SCW World Bombshell Championship on the night that Melody Grace won it.”

“Since that point, yes, you’ve been able to get two submission victories over Lucy and Raynin.  However I saw holes while I was scouting you.  Champions shouldn’t be showing their weaknesses, because it makes them look like Swiss cheese.  And in both those matches, you were pushed to your limits and almost OVER them, both times!  I know best.  I was at the commentary desk when you took on Lucy and I was watching on a monitor backstage when you barely, and I mean BARELY survived against Raynin.  Heck, you were NOT at your best either time, and I could have totally been evil and purposely struck Lucy, just to get you disqualified.  But I didn’t, because I wanted to face YOU Mikah!  I have told everyone that I don’t duck challenges, and on that I stick true to my word.”

“It’s just sad that you aren’t going to be as tough as a challenge as I thought you’d be.  But I’m not bothered by that.  In the end, no matter what you try to do in that ring against me this Sunday, you’re going to hear “YOU LOST!” out of me, loud and clear.  My SCW Bombshell Internet Championship reign will NOT be going out in a Blaze of Glory, but your opportunity at winning the Bombshell Internet Championship will fizzle as that head of yours will be popped right down on the canvas.”

“Tsk tsk tsk Mikah, when that happens, your husband and J2H will both be sooo disappointed in you.  Heck, I’m already disappointed in you and I haven’t even taken you on in the ring yet!  I’m disappointed in you for all the unnecessary name-calling, as really, it doesn’t make you sound intimidating at all.  I’m disappointed in you for viewing me as nothing when it’s clear that I’m not being I’m the current Bombshell Internet Champion and you just have your past to fall back on.  And finally, I’m disappointed in you for seeing me as a joke and a mere girl that you’re laughing at.  But… no harm done to me.  At Blaze of Glory Mikah, this joke, this little girl, this “nothing” is going to take you to school.  This Sunday night there will be no Playtime that you want in that ring, only the Playtime I want.  And that Playtime will end with my foot holding your head down into the canvas as my arm is raised, as STILL the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion!”

“I know you won’t like it, nor will your husband, nor will J2H, amongst probably so many others.  But that’s just too bad.  I’m here to stay, and this Sunday I’m here to make sure my tournament winner, that being you Mikah, becomes the newest LOSER!”

~I can see my face on my cell phone.  I don’t move forward to stop the recording as there is such an evil grin on my face, such an evil grin.  Sunday night, after Mikah’s disposed of, this grin will be on there, and at its biggest yet!~