[Christian Underwood]

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[Devona]

 

[Mikah]

 
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<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "WILDEST DREAMS OR JUST A DREAM?."
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL VIOLENT CONDUCT:3
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

THURSDAY, AUGUST 31, 2017
11:45 pm

It had been a slightly uneventful day in Sin City.  Mikah had invited her fraternal twin sister, MiKayla and her nephew, Maddox to tag along with her since Drake had something he had to do instead of being with his wife.  Mikah hadn’t been too upset but was working through the emotions that sometimes hit her when her husband was away from her.  She had spent the afternoon on the strip with her sister and her eight month old nephew, Maddox.  She had wanted it to just be MiKayla and her but there was nobody to watch Maddox for an extended period of time; plus, Kayla hadn’t wanted to leave him for more than one night anyways.  Maddox sure was lucky he was as cute as he is.

They had spent the day down by M&M world and the Coca-Cola store, trying to appease the baby by giving him things to see.  There wasn’t much for a baby to do in Vegas, but Mikah didn’t mind.  She didn’t really have anything that she needed to see anyways; she comes here as much as she wants to and for work.  It had been a slightly boring day but she was happy, her mind wandering around and she had even seen Kris Halich? around.  She of course barely acknowledged him, her pride and ego too precious for her to apologize to him for her behavior as of late.  So, she had found herself down at the Bellagio’s bar, already practically drunk.  She had thought about staying somewhere else, but she had enjoyed the luxurious feeling that the Bellagio hotel provided for her the last time she was here, so she couldn’t be bothered to go anywhere else.

;;MIKAH  â€œCan you put this on my room tab?”

She was trying not to slur her words and the bartender gives her a weird look but nods his head.  Mikah smiles appreciatively at the bartender before she slides off the barstool to head back to her room, chuckling to herself.  It wasn’t even midnight and here she was, ready to go to bed and she was in Vegas!  Of all places.


;;MIKAH  â€œI’m so lame.”


She didn’t care that she was talking to herself as she made her way through the casino part of the hotel and toward the guest elevators.  She covers her mouth as she yawns as she steps into the elevator minutes later and presses the number 35 to go to her room.  She enjoyed staying almost at the top of the hotel in one of the ritzier rooms.  Luxury was one of her favorite things and she wanted to shower her sister and nephew with the luxury that she was used to now.  She yawns again as she soon makes her way down the hallway, trying to find her suite that she’d booked months in advance.

She inserts the key card and quietly shuts the door behind her, not wanting to wake up her sister and her nephew.  She locks the door before flipping the lock into place and slipping her stiletto heels off.  Thankfully, she’d chosen to only wear them down to the bar and not along the strip.  Otherwise, Alfonso would have a great time driving her around.  She wanders through the suite, grabbing a bottle of water before disappearing into her own personal bedroom of the suite.  She doesn’t bother taking her dress off as she climbs into work, ready to snuggle in and fall asleep, which doesn’t take long.

MIKAH’S DREAM.  NOT REALITY.

Mikah walks into the kitchen of her New York City house, wearing her usual attire of athletic leggings and a sports bra, not bothering with a tank top in the heat.  She had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and was ready to go on a run.  She grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and drinks some before turning and frowning a bit as she sees Kris Halich? standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

;;MIKAH  â€œOh.”

One simple word that didn’t normally mean anything but when it came to Mikah, it sometimes had a lot of underlying, hidden meaning to the word.  She twists the lid back onto the mouth of the open bottle, looking at Kris as he stands there, blocking her in the kitchen.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you need something?”

He slowly shrugs his shoulders, the lazy smile on his face an indication that he had only recently woken up. His tiredness hadn’t worked to slow his wit though.

σσKRIS “I can think of a few things.”

She cracks a half smile on him, her brain still focused on the task that was crawling through her veins and seemed to be more needy than any drug addiction or alocholism she’d ever encountered.

;;MIKAH  â€œA few things, hm?”

She raises an eyebrow at him as she leans against the island in the kitchen, not moving toward him or really away from him at all.  She keeps her eyes transfixed on him for the moment, also clearly trying not to crack a smile in his general direction.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat’s a shame...just a few…”

She presses her lips together and gives him a slight pouty look. He raises his hand to his cheek, scratching at it in an attempt to wake himself up.

σσKRIS “I’m sure more will come to me once I’m actually thinking clearly. This whole being a late person and you being mobile during the day is messing me up. Plus the sun is always rising too early.”

He had always lived on the west coast. Being in New York was uncharacteristic, and he had yet to actually get used to it. It had become something that they teased each other about.

σσKRIS “What are you so busy with?”

She looks at him, her eyes looking him over before she shrugs her shoulders and looks down at her attire as if it wasn’t obvious what she was about to do.  She still couldn’t cut the running out of her life, no matter how hard she tried, it was still there.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell...I was thinking about going on a run because I wasn’t sure that you’d be up so early; I know how you like to sleep in.  Something about how your body is always three or four hours behind?  Or do I have that wrong?”

She gives him a cheeky grin. He shakes his head, coming out of the way of the door and crossing the room to her. Once he’s close, he reaches out and takes the bottle of water from her, making like he is going to spin off the cap.

σσKRIS “You know just because it’s weirdly unnatural for anyone to live in this timezone, does not mean that there’s not good reasons to wake up anyways.”

He removes the cap from the bottle, raising it to his lips and taking a drink from it.

σσKRIS “I figure being a workout partner is part of the deal…”

She gives him a slightly skeptical look, tilting her head to the side and not even thinking about how he stole her water bottle from her to take a drink of it.  She smiles a little at him before adjusting her sports bra a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat deal would that be?”

He lowers the water bottle without putting the cap back onto it, placing it down on the island behind her. Leaning around her brings the two of them even closer together, and the level of his voice drops to just above a whisper.

σσKRIS “I’m pretty sure you know…”

She chews on the inside of her cheek, her eyes watching him as he moves in closer to her.  She tilts her head to the side with an obvious fake innocent look in her eyes.

;;MIKAH “I’m really not quite sure what you mean, Kris.  I mean, there are several benefits to living in New York City.  And the fact that you get to see me is clearly one of the high points.”

She winks at him as she grabs the bottle of water and unscrews the lid and takes a drink from the water, all while keeping her eyes on him, almost as if she didn’t quite trust him.

σσKRIS “I could see the Bombshell Champion at work. Or my co-host, the day before the show. Neither of those two things would have gotten me to up and move away from San Diego. I mean, nothing else ever has.”

He drags his fingertips along the counter on either side of her, closing in on her even more.

σσKRIS “Unless you don’t want me around so much…”

She tilts her head a little more, a small almost insignificant smirk crossing her face.  But if you knew Mikah, like Kris apparently did, you knew that the smirk was anything but insignificant.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd I could see the World Heavyweight Champion at work as well…”

She smirks again, this time letting the motion reach its goal.  She tries to take a step back as he moves into her but there’s nowhere for her to go.  She takes a deep breath her eyes still on him.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt would be a lot quieter around here….”

His hands on the counter bring his arms close enough to brush against her sides.

σσKRIS “You have a tendency to get loud while I am here.”

He winks at her, a similar smirk on his face.

σσKRIS “I like to think you enjoy it though.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, trying to keep her breathing as even as she could, trying not to let him in on how she was really feeling.  She leans back against the counter, the best she could.

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you implying that you don’t enjoy it?  Because while I make a lot of noise, you don’t seem too quiet down on your end either.”

She gives him a small smile before reaching for her water once more, taking her eyes off of him for a second to find said water. He leans close as soon as her head turns, and brushes his lips across her cheek.

σσKRIS “I definitely enjoy myself. I think you are totally sure of that. Which makes me curious why I’m not allowed to hear how much you like it.”

;;MIKAH  â€œI didn’t think that it was something that needed to be said…”

She raises an eyebrow at him, the corner of her lips turning up into a smirk before she takes a breath, not seeming to be bothered by him being so close to her in proximity.

;;MIKAH  â€œI just thought that it was obvious….how much I enjoy it, and you.”

She wrinkles her nose at him.

σσKRIS “I’m just always showering you with such nice compliments..”

His lips trail along her cheek, and then back towards her chin along her jawline.

σσKRIS “You would think after all this time I would have earned one or two.”

She blushes a little bit, watching him and moving into his hand just a little as he traces her jawline with his finger.

;;MIKAH  â€œHm...Like how adorable you are?”

She reaches up and pokes his nose and then places her hand back down by the counter, gripping it a bit as she leans against it.

;;MIKAH  â€œOr...how talented you are in all aspects?”


The words make him laugh, enjoying the little bit she gave in.

σσKRIS “Aspects like getting you to skip going out for a run for workouts here?”

His free hand comes up to her waist, resting on her hip.

σσKRIS “The more fun kind…”

She could almost instantly feel the panic set in, the panic of not getting that run in running through her veins, almost as if it was like she was missing out on breathing.  She looks at him, sure that the panic had reached her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat might be more fun...but more practical?”

She frowns, pursing her lips together a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think...that would cut it, even if it IS more fun..”

She couldn’t help it.  There wasn’t a rational way of thinking when it came to giving up a run here and there and she had tried to give up the running but that had only brought up other ways to dissolve calories and that was a lot harder to hide.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s not like I run for very long, Kris.  An hour is all.  If even that…”

He persists, not being so easily brushed off.

σσKRIS “I can keep you active for that whole hour. Might even let you do most of the work, if you wanted to stay..”

He runs a finger up from her hip, and along the bottom hem of her sports bra.

σσKRIS “You’re not exactly dressed appropriately for that kind of work though.”

She was torn between two things, the two things that she enjoyed but only one ate at her every time she skipped it.  She couldn’t help it but she could …. she could always go on the run after.  But it had always been hard for her to make that compromise.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause I’m dressed to go on a run…”


She knew that it was pretty obvious at what she was dressed for but she couldn’t help it. He nods his head, agreeing with her.

σσKRIS “We could probably change that if we put our minds to it.”

There was doubt trickling into his voice, and he could tell it was probably easy to pick up on.

σσKRIS “If you need to go though, you know I’m always going to be here when you get back.”

She knew that there would probably be some sort of consequence if she chose to go on the run because there was always some sort of consequence for certain actions.  With her ex, there was always some sort of consequence if she chose going on a run rather than spending time with him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI….”

She wanted to stay with him but she wanted to go on a run as well.  It was such a complicated situation.

;;MIKAH  â€œI can’t help it….you...don’t understand.”


She sighs, feeling the panic slowly going away as she knew she had made her choice, even if he hadn’t known it yet. He reaches up, his mood changing slightly. Both of his hands come to her cheeks, raising her face up so that her eyes can meet his.

σσKRIS “If you want to go, it’s okay.”

He smiles, an attempt to be reassuring.

σσKRIS “You know how I can get about routines, and having to keep up with things. It’s okay. I promise.”

She looks at him, looking into his eyes as he tries to reassure her and she cracks a small smile.

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you sure?”

She knew it was a dumb question and that she probably shouldn’t ask it because he had already said that it was okay and that he understood.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause most guys don’t understand…”

σσKRIS “And most guys don’t get to see you take your clothes off either.”

He leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead.

σσKRIS “If anyone is going to understand, it’s probably me, don’t you think? Look at all my issues.”

She looks into his eyes, biting her bottom lip before slowly nodding her head.  She should’ve known that he’d be okay with it.  But she couldn’t shake those nagging thoughts that plagued her mind about what would happen if she just added one more run to her routine.  Or something of the sort.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know…”

She smiles a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut….I’d understand if you were upset.  I mean, three runs a day is pretty extreme.”

He shrugs.

σσKRIS “I don’t complain about other things we manage to do three times a day. I think after all this time I’ve learned to know when I need to wait my turn.”

His eyes fall from hers to look her up and down.

σσKRIS “As long as I get some kind of preview before you go.”

She blushes a little bit before playing with the edge of her sports bra, teasing him just a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œHmm….which kind of preview?”


She smirks before sliding her hands down to the waistband of her leggings, toying with the hem of it as well.  She looks into his eyes before winking at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean….there are so many different previews I could give you.”

He nods again, his eyes tracking the movements of her hands.

σσKRIS “I think it’s only fair… since I’m going to be so patient… that you let me see all of the above.”

She raises an eyebrow at him before pouting her bottom a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut...but...this top…”

She runs her fingertips over the edge of the top of the bra along her cleavage, drawing his attention to that part of her chest.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s so hard to get off by myself….”


She pouts her bottom lip out at him a little bit. His eyes flick back and forth from her chest to her eyes, not wanting to allow her to bait him only to run away. He caves in a little, knowing the reward was well worth it.

σσKRIS “I’m sure I can help…”

His fingers trail the bottom hem of the bra again, before he flattens his palms against her sides. His fingers easily slip inside the material, starting to raise it up.

σσKRIS “If a little help is all you need.”

She bites her bottom lip as he starts to raise it up, just a little bit.  She wiggles a bit before moving her arms straight up in the air.

;;MIKAH  â€œJust...a little help is all.”

She winks at him before moving her hands down to help him a little bit. He raises the bra up over her head, and discards it to the counter behind her, admiring all that was revealed now that it was out of the way. The sight of her always brought a smile to his face.

σσKRIS “Three years, and I still enjoy taking off your clothes as much as I did the first time.”

She blushes a bit, as if it was the first time she’d taken her clothes off in front of him.  She stands there, looking up at him, a fake innocent look in her eyes once again.

;;MIKAH  â€œTrust me, taking yours off is just as fun.”

She carefully runs her teeth along her bottom lip, as she stands in front of him topless.

;;MIKAH  â€œIf not more fun…”

He cuts off the game, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. It takes a few moments to be able to break his from hers, but he manages to do so while he still has the willpower to.

σσKRIS “If you take off any of mine there is no way you are going to make your run.”

She leans in and pecks his lips with another kiss before reaching for her sports bra and tugs it back o easily, watching him as she does so.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think you’d like me sharing your view with the city.”

She winks at him before going to move away from him.

;;MIKAH  â€œAn hour tops, I promise.”

He nods, raising his hand to point back over his shoulder towards their room.

σσKRIS “I trust you. I’ll be waiting though.”

She nods before heading out the front door to go on her usual route that she runs everyday, three times a day.  She glances back at the house before disappearing.  She wasn’t lying that it would only take her an hour to go on her usual run and soon, she finds herself back in front of her house, breathing heavy a bit from the exercise before walking into her house and shutting the door behind her and leaning against it.  She wasn’t even the least bit tired but she felt all sweaty and gross.

;;MIKAH  â€œKris?”


She was sure he was still home, but where she wasn’t quite certain.  She moves deeper into the house, checking the living room before raising an eyebrow.


;;MIKAH  â€œKris?!”

She calls out again before heading to the bedroom and pushes the door open.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat are you doing in here?”


She finds him sitting on their bed, his back against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. As soon as she comes in though, he looks up, setting it aside.

σσKRIS “Giving the people what they expect out of me. I might lose some of my reputation if a day went by on social media without me ridiculing someone to make others laugh. They’re much less important than you though. I was just killing time.”

He stretches out a little, the white shirt he is wearing unwrinkling as he does. He had not been joking about heading back to the room to wait for her. She could see that he had probably laid back down and not moved the whole time she was out.

σσKRIS “How was your run?”

She shrugs her shoulders as she walks over to the bed that they shared and climbs onto it before plopping down beside him.  She is quiet for a minute before looking at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œOh you know…”

She wrinkles her nose at him before poking him in the side.

;;MIKAH  â€œThe same ole same  ole.  How’s Twitter?”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t have to really even think about it to know the right word.

σσKRIS “Harder. Being the adorable asshole gets you far when you’re hanging out in the middle of the show. People expect a lot more from people at the top though. I’m not as good at it as you are.”

He gives her a light nudge and a smile to go along with the compliment.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt’s not my fault that people choose to hate me.”

She turns to look at him, wrinkling her nose before reaching over and pinching his cheek.

;;MIKAH  â€œWe all can’t be as adorable as you, Kris!”

He wraps an arm around her, the smile on his face only growing wider.

σσKRIS “If being adorable is what got me you, I’ll take it. Otherwise I would probably be dead and overdosed in a ditch. Who else would have ever put up with me?”

She makes a face, not liking when he says that to her, even if it was the truth.  She pushes her hair from her face, the pieces that had fallen out of the ponytail that is.

;;MIKAH “Probably nobody…”

She sticks her tongue out at hiim.

σσKRIS “And the one female that was willing to put up with all my bullshit just-so-happened to be the single most beautiful woman in the world.”

He kisses the end of her nose, shrugging his shoulders.

σσKRIS “Maybe people have a point when they tell me I seem to be unnaturally lucky.”

Her cheeks flush a light pink color as he compliments her, still not completely used to his compliments even after all this time.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou lucky?  Maybe I’m the lucky one…”

She moves closer to him a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause you’re clearly a better person than I am..”

He shakes his head, but his eyes stray from hers and down to his hand. As she moves closer, his fingers traces random patterns across the exposed skin of her side.

σσKRIS “I don’t know what gives you that idea. I wasn’t worth much of anything back when you gave me a chance. You didn’t really have any reason to either. Yet here we are, and you still haven’t given up on me. What kind of person would I be if I gave up on you?”

She looks down at his hand, avoiding his eyes as she watches his hand, thinking about the question he had asked.

;;MIKAH  â€œA normal person?  Isn’t that what some people do?  I mean, the majority of my exes did.  Took one look at my crazy and ran the other direction as fast as they could without looking back.”

She shrugs her shoulders, not really wanting to talk about her exes with her current beau.  It wasn’t exactly something somebody talked about.

;;MIKAH  â€œI think you’re an amazing person whether you think you are or not.  You’re always thinking about me even when my thoughts are sometimes…”


She hesitates, not sure if she wants to finish the thought.

;;MIKAH  â€œSelfish.”

His fingertips glide from her side to her stomach, still aimlessly sketching invisible patterns on her.

σσKRIS “Long before we ever got together we were friends. You were there for me when I needed you. I got to see who that person you try to bury deep down really is. I like that you trust me enough to let me in. There’s no drug as good as seeing the real you.”

She moves her eyes to look up at him, her eyes peering into his for a few seconds before she takes a deep breath.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know what I did to get a good as a guy as you.”


She offers him another smile, looking into his eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause no matter what you say, you’ll always be the better person in my eyes.”

σσKRIS “That may be, but my eyes are all about looking at you. So, the only thing that matters to them is this one blonde chick that I’m never letting go of.”

He looks down at his hand again, and the smile shrinks into the smirk he is known for.

σσKRIS “One who I don’t think needs to be dressed to go running anymore for that matter…”

She raises an eyebrow at him before moving just a bit to get comfortable.


;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t think I need to go on anymore runs today….”

She smirks at him, their bodies moving closer a bit as she goes  to tug her bra off, letting him help her a bit as she works at his pants.

;;MIKAH  â€œNot till the morning, anyways.”

She winks at him before she moves to straddle his waist as he tosses her bra off to the side, leaving it on a pile on the floor.  His hands slide up her bare back and then back down to the top of her pants.  He moves to roll her over.

END OF MIKAH’S DREAM.  NOT REALITY.

Mikah groans as she had rolled off the bed in the room she was sleeping with just as Kris had rolled her over in her dream.  She blinks a few times before realizing where she was and that she’d had a dream about--her and Kris.  She shakes her head before easily climbing back in bed, wanting to block the world away for a few more hours.  Or at least until Maddox woke her up with his crying.




<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO."
LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL VIOLENT CONDUCT:2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2017
8:30 p.m

The Internet Champion sits in a room, criss cross applesauce style in the middle of the room, on the floor.  There was a white screen behind her and there was a projector that was showing a highlight reel of her career on repeat.  She was sporting her usual ring attire but this time had a Despayre t-shirt over her ring attire top.  She had her long blonde locks down in messy waves around her face with one of those black tattoo looking like chokers around her neck.  She wasn’t even sure why she was wearing a Despayre shirt but when Ruby had asked her what she wanted to wear, she had stated a Despy shirt and had been adamant about it.

MIkah looks at the camera and the man behind it gives a subtle nod before pushing the button that would start the recording.

;;MIKAH  â€œHow long has it been, Devo?”

She screws her lips to the side, trying to think how long it had been since they’d last met up in the ring.  It had been one hell of a match and even though there was no winner declared, Mikah still saw it as a victory on her behalf.

;;MIKAH  â€œThree?  Four weeks?  I can’t really remember as I have had a lot more going on in my life other than thinking about a match with you.  Again.”

A shrug slips off of her shoulders before she hesitates, trying to  think.

;;MIKAH  â€œThe last time that you and I met in the ring, Devo it wasn’t pretty.  More for you than it was for me.  You see, while neither one of us was declared the winner I still went home with the Internet Bombshell Championship.  I stayed true to my word that I wasn’t going to go home without it but don’t you worry, I am still contemplating on letting you win so I can go after something bigger and better.”

She winks at the camera.


;;MIKAH  â€œAnd why am I even bothering to post a promo if my heart isn’t set on keeping the championship?  Is that something you’re wondering?”

She raises her eyebrows at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause while my heart isn’t completely set on keeping this championship, it’s my job.  And whether you like it or not, I’m going to do my job.  Because that is what I’m in SCW to do.  I’m not here to bitch and moan about having to compete because I knew what my job description entailed when I signed my name on that dashed line.  I knew that I’d have to compete in matches where I wouldn’t be happy with but I do it.  Because I’m not Veronica  Taylor.  And I’m not Jessie Salco.  I know that in the past, I may have bitched once or twice about it but come on.  I had NO new competition for my Bombshell Championship.  It was the same old same old Bombshells that they kept putting me up against.  I had to pick my own demise and that in itself is disappointing.”

She purses her lips together a bit before shrugging her shoulders once more.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou see, I’m not a pushover, Devo.  I’m far from it and I think that you realize that now.  I wasn’t about to let go and prove to you that I was the weaker Bombshell in our match a few weeks ago.  I don’t even care that it counts as a loss for the both of us because you hadn’t a clue who you were stepping into the ring with.  You might have thought you knew, but you didn’t know shit.  You don’t even know now who you’re going to  be stepping into the ring with because who you got a few weeks ago may not be the same as you will on Sunday.”


She smirks at the camera, her eyes reaching up to look at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know you hold some sort of respect for me and I respect that but I can’t but wonder what sort of lies Gabriel is drilling into your head.  And there’s nothing against Gabriel, I think he’s a great guy but it makes me wonder why he thinks so highly of you.  It’s not like you’re Evie Baang and actually entertaining.”

She rolls her eyes a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhile I stepped into the ring with a few weeks ago and hadn’t a clue what you would bring to the table, I know now what you do bring to the table.  And let me tell you, it’s nothing that I should fear or worry about.”

She lets a chuckle slip through her lips.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause while you have no personality or any sort of spice to your character, you’re not even remotely exciting in the ring.  You are just another carbon copy of any other typical Bombshell that’s out there. Except you’re not a high flyer, which is amazing in itself, if you think about it.  Because you’re new to the scene and that’s usually what newbies choose for their in-ring style until they realize the toll it takes on your body and they decide to tone it down a little bit.  So you’re smart for not going that route for your training and perhaps Gabriel had informed you of such things when you had signed up to train at his school.  You do sign up, right?  Or do you have to apply?”

She taps a finger to her lips.


;;MIKAH  â€œI never had to apply for college or sign up for anything, I was recruited by a friend back in the day to train with her at the place she trained.  So, I was hand picked to become the person I am  today.  Did I have any idea that I would be as successful as I have been in the wrestling world?  No.  Am I surprised?  No, because I’m a lot more talented than most of the Bombshells on the roster today.”

She doesn’t hold back, letting a smirk cross her pretty face.

;:Mikah  â€œI went back a few weeks ago, after our match to watch some of your promos and well, I can’t say that I’m impressed.  And while I know that nobody enjoys facing Veronica Taylor because who can stand listening to her annoying voice and the way she words things, but it had me thinking…”[/color]

She taps her index finger to her chin.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat do you really think about me?  Sure, while I’m smarter and better looking than Veronica, you could almost still say the same things about me.  That I’m a pretty face and that I’ve only gotten to where I am today is because people like to look at me and that does seem to hold true.  But the difference is that I am good in the ring and I’m good on the microphone.  People always tend to forget that I can speak and I can use a microphone to my advantage, I just choose not to.  Because why would I?  People should EARN the right to be able to see me out on that stage, ripping people apart with words but yet, they haven’t earned shit.  They cheer for people like you and for people like Melody Grace.  And that’s fine and all, but where is Melody right now?  I haven’t seen or heard from her since she got engaged to whatshisface.”

She raises her eyebrows and looks at the camera, a smirk appearing in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œNot that I’m comparing you to Melody Grace in any way because she’s actually successful at being a walking rainbow.  But I am saying that being a happy go lucky person is so...overrated nowadays.  I get you’re trying to go against the norm of being such a bitch because that’s all people want to be now.  But you can do something other than being so happy all the damned time.  And maybe I have your personality wrong but I just don’t fucking care about you or how your personality really is.  You bore me and I would rather watch a Calvin Harris promo rather than listen to you speak.”

She pretends as if she’s falling asleep before “jerking” herself awake.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhy should I care about you, Devon?”

She raises her eyebrows up to go with the question.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat have you done in SCW that’s been impressive?  Sure you’ve beaten Veronica Taylor but I don’t think there’s a Bombshell in the company that hasn’t beaten Veronica Taylor in that ring.  Because it’s easier than tying your shoes when it comes into stepping into the ring with her.  It’s nothing that you or any other female should be bragging about.  She’s like the clap; nobody brags about having it.”

She shakes her head no to go with her words before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œI wish that I could say that you’re not scraping the bottom of the barrel, but the fact is that you are.  You haven’t faced anybody worth beating until you went up against me a few weeks ago.  And I could just imagine you were jumping up and down like a little schoolgirl, excited to be put in the main event and for the opportunity to face me for my championship because what else have you done in your career that’s been worth bragging about?  Beating Veronica Taylor?  Nope, boring, typical.  Beating the Mean Girls alongside Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco?  Nope, more boring and typical bullshit.”

She sighs as if she was bored talking about it, when in reality she was bored of talking about it.  She was bored of giving the former group known as the Mean Girls the attention they didn’t deserve.

;;MIKAH  â€œAlso standing up for Amy Marshall a few months back?  What is that about?  Are you really friends with her because that it just weird.  And can’t Amy fight her own battles?  Do YOU really have to fight them for her?  Isn’t she a grown adult and can fight her own battles?  I get it, Mercedes Vargas is the most annoying Bombshell to walk into the company other than Veronica Taylor but they’re practically the same person, except Mercedes sometimes has a brain.  And I say sometimes because well, she’s not all there.”

She just rolls her eyes.  She clearly didn’t care for the resident historian in SCW.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you want to know why I detest people like you?  People that think they have what it takes to be successful and are oh so hopeful?”

She raises her eyebrows, letting the words sink in for a moment or two.

;;MIKAH  â€œThey’re fucking annoying.  It’s people like you that make me want to go deaf because you think that because you have enough hope that it’s enough.  I’m not saying that you don’t have heart because I think you do in a sense but you are way too hopeful.  You’re probably one of those people that pray for something to happen but praying isn’t going to help you on Sunday.”

She simply shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œPraying isn’t going to get you anywhere come Sunday.  Because answers from God isn’t going to help you in the match because I’m going to be relentless even if I don’t care if I win or lose.  I’m going to make you wish that you never wanted this championship.  I’m going to make you feel as if it’s your fault that this match was booked.  Even if it wasn’t.  You’re going to regret Mark or Christian’s decision to give you a rematch for my championship.”

She glares at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re going to be wishing that you stayed in wherever the fuck you live and didn’t show up to compete.  It’s not going to be pretty for you when I prove just how better than you I am.”

She smirks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou and I have a similar style in the ring but that’s all that’s similar between us.  You and I are not alike in any other form.  You have a personality of a slug and aren’t very….”

She seems to be stuck on what to call her.

;;MIKAH  â€œPersonable.  Or relatable.  People cheer for you because they don’t like me.  But even while they like to boo me, they still know that I’m damned good in that ring and for that reason, they will respect me for what I can do in the ring and for what I give them every time I’m booked.  Which is everything I have.  I’m not going to half ass it when I step into the ring because they don’t deserve that.  They deserve somebody to give them 100% if not 150% each and every night because they pay their cold hard cash to show up, even if most of them borrow it from their parents.”

A small smirk crosses her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut hey, it’s money that’s coming into the company, right?  And we all know that Mark and Christian will take anything they get when it comes to making money. Just like how many times Bishop decides he wants to be a superstar.”

She couldn’t help it; she couldn’t let the fans believe that she was appreciative toward them.  She did like them, most of the time but she couldn’t help but hate them all the same.  It wasn't a secret that she didn't care for Bishop but then again, most people didn't care for him.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’d love to say that I’m excited to step into the ring with you in two days time….”

She sighs and stretches a bit, trying to wake up her muscles.  She focuses back.on the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut it’s really not.  But I’m enjoying Vegas.  Because this city is amazing and I can’t imagine why I never want to come here more…”

She shrugs her shoulders a little bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œIf all else fails for you, Devo, I’m sure you can get a job somewhere here in Vegas.”

She chuckles.

;;MIKAH  â€œI mean just last night I saw several girls dressed in very little to get money for pictures from the idiots in this city that will give it to them.  Not to mention the three or four Deadpools I saw walking around and even an Olaf. There is a lot of opportunity out here for you!  So maybe you should seek it out…”

She winks at the camera before standing up to finish her thing.

;;MIKAH  â€œHowever, you definitely not pretty enough to be a stripper in one of the mainstream joints. But you definitely could make it in one of those low end joints in the sketchy part of town.”

She smirks, not caring how nasty that sounded. She never claimed to be nice.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’d love to…”

She stops when she sees Ruby walk into the room, the look of panic and worry on Ruby’s face.  Mikah instantly didn’t like the look on her personal assistant’s face.  She knew that something was wrong as the dread sits in her stomach, waiting to be told whatever it was that Ruby needed to tell her.  She didn’t care if she was breaking character as her eyes go to Ruby.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat’s wrong Ruby?”

Ruby looks at her boss, the worry in her eyes and she looks at the camera man.  Mikah was growing impatient and agitated as it became longer for her to know what was going on.

;;MIKAH  â€œRUBY!  Tell me what is wrong, I can see it all over your face!”

She hated not being in the know, hated the feeling that was sitting inside of her.  Did something happen to Drake?  Did something happen to Leighton?  She couldn’t be sure because the look was unreadable.

♥♥RUBY APPLETON  â€œMikah…”

Mikah gives Ruby a look, trying to tell her to cut to the chase.

;;MIKAH  â€œSpit it out, Ruby!”

She didn’t want to cry, not on camera but she didn’t have time to say her last lines, not with the look on Ruby’s face.

♥♥RUBY APPLETON  â€œIt’s your sister and Maddox--they were in a bad car accident and are in the hospital.  MiKayla is in pretty bad shape…”

Mikah feels the color drain from her face.  She had just started to repair her relationship with her sister.  How could this happen?

;;MIKAH  â€œBut...Maddox?!  How is Maddox?!”

She watches Ruby exchange a glance with the camera man.

;;MIKAH  â€œRUBY!  Maddox!  I need to know!”

Ruby bites her bottom lip.

♥♥RUBY APPLETON  â€œI don’t know Mikah, I’m sorry…”

Mikah doesn’t move, the emotions washing through her body as she feels a few tears slip down her face and she looks at the camera.  She wasn’t sure how she should feel because her relationship with her sister was better than it ever had been and she had been glad to do so.  But now, her sister was injured and it could be blamed on Mikah.  The scene goes black with Mikah sitting there, in tears.