[Mikah]

“SURPRISE?”
LOCATION: KAILUA, HAWAII.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 7.
SCENE: i
REC

[Sunday, April 6, 2025.[ /color]
TIME: 5:45 p.m.

Exhaustion and excitement. Two words that most likely didn’t go together but they were two things that Mikah was currently experiencing, mixed in with a touch of anxiety as well. She stares up at the ceiling of her gym as her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes after working in the gym with Kendall for most of the afternoon. It was something she had been doing for the past month, trying to get her body back into the feel of being in a ring. It wasn’t even something that she had told Kristopher about as she hadn’t thought of a decent way to tell him that she had entered SCW’s newly remodeled Blast From the Past tournament. She had never really thought she would return to the ring but the idea about doing the tournament was enticing and the last time she had entered when it was still a tag team tournament, her and Mac Bane had won the entire thing. She hadn’t gotten what she was promised from Mark Ward, but that didn’t matter now since it was basically a new tournament.

After she’d had Ridley, she wasn’t sure that she could ever be enticed back into the ring as she was content with spoiling her and Kris’ child and being overly attentive to the child. But Ridley was eighteen months old and Mikah felt like her and Kris could handle her backstage now. It was that thought that made Mikah start training again, even though she wasn;t out of shape, technically but running to stay in shape and being in the ring were two entirely different things. Kendall was already gathering her things to go home to her husband, JT while Mikah was content with laying in the ring to catch her breath.

;;Mikah “I think I’m dying…”

Kendall chuckles at Mikah’s dramatic theatrics.

::KENDALL “You’re not dying, Mikah. And you’re not even close to out of shape; Eiley was more out of it when she returned from the incident. You’re fine.”

Mikah frowns as she gets no sympathy from Kendall and she sits up and straights her sports bra as she watches Kendall take a drink from her bottle of water.

;;MIKAH “It’s even harder trying to plan my time in the gym around Kristopher’s. I think that might be the most exhausting.”

Mikah gets up and carefully gets out of the ring and grabs her own bottle of water and takes a drink from it. Kendall raises an eyebrow in amusement at her.

::KENDALL “You still haven’t told Kris? I thought marriage was about being honest with one another.”

Mikah has a guilty look on her face before sighing as she grabs her bag.

;;Mikah “It’s not exactly being dishonest with him. If he asked me if I was entering the tournament, I would have told him I was. But the topic never came up  between then and now. So…it’s not being dishonest.”

Kendall laughs at Mikah’s reasoning as they both start to walk to the exit as it was time for both of them to go home. Kendall had plans with her husband and Mikah had to see what her husband and their children were up to.

::KENDALL “Well, the card goes up tonight, so you better tell him before he checks it himself. Good luck.”

Mikah waves at her as Kendall starts to walk back to the place where her and JT live while Mikah gets in her turquoise Jeep to drive the fifteen minutes back to the house that she and Kris live in in Kailua. Her gym was still in Kaneohe while their house mansion was in Kailua, just a short fifteen minute drive. The drive back to their house gave her time to think about how she was going to break the news to Kris and part of her was curious as to how he’d respond. She knew that it wouldn’t be bad but she still had the memory of Drake’s reaction to her returning a few years back.

Mikah smiles as she walks into the kitchen to see Leighton helping Myles with a puzzle. Leighton glances up and smiles at Mikah before going back to working with Myles. She doesn’t say anything as she goes upstairs to her and Kris’ room to take a quick shower to get the sweat off from the training session. She peeks into the room before walking in and was happy to find it empty as it gave her just a little more time to delay the inevitable. The shower only takes her approximately ten minutes before she is out, drying off. She grabs her vanilla scented lotion and starts applying it to her skin before she gets dressed in a pair of Lululemon shorts and a simple Lululemon cropped tank. She pulls the hair tie from her hair and shakes her blonde locks out before deciding that she needed to go find her husband and hopefully their eighteen month old daughter as well.

Their house was like a maze and Mikah could never really guess where Kristopher and their daughter might be. Most of the time, she found Kristopher in his art room and Ridley usually close by if she wasn’t with Leighton, KJ, or Lindsay. She walks through the house, peeking into the game room and then the theater room on the off chance that Kris would have gone in there but as usual, she finds him in the room that was designated as his art room. She leans against the door as she watches him working on whatever he was doing and then glances around to find Ridley doing her own art in the high chair with her washable fingerpaints. Mikah found it adorable that their youngest daughter seemed to get the artistic trait from Kris. She wasn’t even sure what traits Ridley got from her as most of Kris’ traits seemed to be prominent. Or at least, that is what she kept telling herself. Or maybe she was manifesting it because she always believed that the best parts of her were not suitable for an eighteen month old.

;;Mikah “I might be a little jealous….our daughter has more of your traits than mine.”

She had been quietly walking through the house and to his art room. She had a bad habit of being pretty quiet on her feet and not alerting anybody she was there.

::KRIS “Well then you should be ecstatic about the fact that the rest of them are miniature terrorists who make wild demands of everyone they know….”

As was typically the case when Ridley was involved, he was significantly more paint-covered than he used to be, so keeping her distance turned out to be to her benefit. He steps away from what he was working on and checks in Ridley's progress before making a poor attempt at cleaning himself off by trying to wipe off some of the paint from his hands and onto his clothes.

::KRIS “What have you been up to all day? You could have been in here taking not-so-friendly-fire from the new painter.”

As if on cue, Ridley dips the tip of her finger into one of the paints and makes a quick move to flick it at Kris. It was something that Mikah had definitely seen her husband do to anyone that dared bother him while he was really focused on working on something. Kris flinches, the paint hitting him just below the eye.

::KRIS “She's getting too good at that….”

Mikah holds an amused look on her face as she watches Ridley flick paint at Kris and then smirks a bit. Every now and then, Ridley held an ornery look on her face before completing whatever ornery thought had danced through the eighteen month old’s brain. It was then that the part of Mikah shone through in Ridley.

;;Mikah “She’s either going to join her siblings in their acts of chaos. Or she’s going to be the princess that does nothing wrong. I haven’t decided which way she is going to lean just yet. But by the way she just flicked paint at you, I’m guessing she’s going to be the leader of the mini terrorists.”

Mikah watches as Ridley goes back to smearing paint all over her masterpiece and Mikah makes no move to move more into the room. She stays leaning against the door frame, watching their toddler look at the paint on her hands before splatting it on the canvas, making the paint splatter everywhere around her. Mikah makes a face at the mess before shaking her head.

;;Mikah “I’ve been… busy for a lack of a better word. And no thank you. I hope you know that you’re in charge of cleaning her up. I don’t feel like ruining another Lululemon top and shorts with her painting mess.”

Mikah just shakes her head at the thought before her eyes drift back over to her husband, admiring the paint on his skin as well. Kris looks away from her, and back to their child.

::KRIS “See! She says she is too busy to paint, but I am the one splattered. Unfair.”

The attempted guilt trip goes away over the head of Ridley, who smiles and then goes back to her mess. Kris shrugs, and looks back over to his wife in the doorway.

::KRIS “Well whatever it was, we were having more fun, so we win.”

Mikah smirks a little bit, raising her eyebrows at him.

;;Mikah “I mean, hanging out with Ridley most likely beats anything else, so that’s not really a fair comparison.”

Mikah glances over at Ridley once again and makes a face as Ridley smears paint in her hair. Mikah groans a little bit, knowing that it was going to be just a little bit harder to get the paint out of the child’s light hair.

;;Mikah “Speaking of being busy ...are you busy this weekend? Sunday to be specific?”

Mikah turns her attention back to her husband, a coy look in her eyes as a mischievous look dances in them.

::KRIS “Depends on why you are asking….”

He realizes that the words make it sound like he is leaving room to wiggle out of whatever her request was going to be, so he quickly adds to his answer for clarification.

::KRIS “...because I don't think I will have a match for the tournament this week. Christian would have definitely been suggesting that I wear something transparent by now if that were the case. But, I assume it's bad form not to show up anyways, right? People would bitch. But I am technically free if there is something you'd rather I be doing.”

Mikah leans her head against the door frame as she watches him for a moment or so before smiling a bit.

;;Mikah “Well…I was thinking that we could go to Reykjavik this weekend….go whale watching….you could watch Ridley backstage while I beat the shit out of Cassie Wolfe in the ring…the kids can create chaos backstage…then we could go celebrate afterwards.”

She says all of it so casually and slips in the fact that she has a match as she looks at her nails, her eyes not meeting his for a moment before she glances at him.

::KRIS “Well if you want to go then I guess we ca---”

He stops in the middle of the thought. She can tell that he had started talking before fully processing exactly what she had said.

::KRIS “Wait, run that middle part past me again if you don't mind.  You have a match? Like you signed up for the tournament too?”

She presses her lips together before nodding her head to confirm his question.

;;Mikah “Surprise?”

She expects him to upset, or at least disappointed by the news, but instead his face lights up at the realization.

::KRIS “You mean we can both somehow win the tournament at the same time, even though we have never gotten paired together before? I'll take it. ”

She’s a little surprised at his reaction before smiling a little at him.

;;Mikah “I mean…it’s not the same as being paired together, but if we win…it’s like we were all along. Plus, I like our chances.”

He shakes his head, not accepting her logic.

::KRIS “I mean the old tournament was basically just two singles matches happening in the same ring. It's the same thing, but without getting stuck with a shitty partner like I always do.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks at him, watching his face.

;;MIKAH “Well, I’ve only ever gotten one good partner before in the tournament, so it wasn’t like I was very lucky either. But we can change it this year and be partners without actually being chosen as partners by the luck of the draw.”

She thinks for a moment before stepping into the room and walking over to him. She scrunches her nose at him before watching as Ridley takes one of the paint jars and turns it upside down, dumping the paint out onto the canvas. Mikah leans in and kisses Kris quickly.

;;Mikah “I think Ridley needs to be cleaned up. Have fun!”

“SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES..”
LOCATION:REYKJAVIK, ICELAND.
DAYS UNTIL THE MATCH: 2
SCENE: ii
REC

Friday, April 11,  2025.
TIME: 5:45 p.m.

The scene opens up to a darkened room before a flame starts to ignite, giving just a small warm, amber glow. Mikah’s face is barely seen next, but just enough that her facial features were present and it was obvious as to who it was but for the moment, the expression on her face is mostly unreadable.

”It’s been a long time comin’....”

The low flame catches her signature smirk as it stretches across her face.

”It’s been three long years since I’ve stepped into a SCW ring to compete…”

There’s a flicker of what appears to be a screen from behind her. Mikah turns her head to watch the flicker before turning back to the camera.

”Three long years….and everybody seems to have forgotten about me. And how fucking good I am in that ring….

The screen behind her flickers again but this time, Mikah pays it no attention as she sits as still as she can.

”Three years where nobody has seen me competing in that ring. It’s ironic that I can just simply be forgotten by a world that I had poured so much of myself into. So many years where I put my body on the line and poured everything I had into it. And it’s not just SCW, it’s the world as well. But I suppose…that’s my fault for moving to Hawaii and away from the idiots on the mainland of the United States. But I should remind you all that I cannot just simply be forgotten or removed from this company’s history. My name is written throughout the history books and in the Hall of Fame. But what I do find funny, is how often they try to replace me with Bombshells that just don’t quite live up to what I was for SCW.”

The flame flickers a little bit, her face going in and out of the small glow from the flame. The screen flickers behind her again and some cackling noise can be heard around her.

”I’m sure that if some of those idiots that are employed by SCW could, they would try to rewrite history and try to erase my own legacy within this company. They tried to replace the void I left with women that had personalities printed on receipts–long, boring, and tossed away without a second glance. They have all been interchangeable and forgettable. And nobody can really blame the company, they had to move on and try to generate a new era of Bombshells but they all fall short of what the Bombshells used to be. They all are lackluster and dull. There is no appeal to any of them and I just…I couldn’t sit back and watch the company just scramble around these complacent women. Granted, I could have taken my shot at the Bombshell Championship in 2022 after Mac Bane and I won the Blast From the Past tournament, but that was never why I had entered that tournament in the first place. I was promised something that I have never received. I had been pretty fucking clear the entire time I was in the tournament about what I wanted at the end, after I won with Mac. But everybody’s going to pretend that I wasn’t screwed over and I didn’t get what I was promised, and that’s fine. I remember and I know the truth. So…I went back to Hawaii and generated my own life with my husband…”

She flashes her wedding rings at the camera, a smirk on her face. The screen behind her comes to life, showing the moment that she got the pin on Myra to win the Blast From the Past tournament with Mac Bane but the film is in black and white.

”And together, he and I cultivated the team of Limitless. You know, Eiley and Oz? The duo that everybody thought was trying to be us and that they were carbon copies?”

She smirks again, the flame dancing as her breath touched it.

”They had the potential to be better than Kris and I were but everybody here took it upon themselves to blow their flame out and not let them succeed because they were jealous. Jealous that they couldn’t cultivate the amount of attention that they did, so they snuffed out their flames and ruined their love for the business. So, while it has been three years since I stepped into a SCW ring, I’ve been plotting the time where I felt I could return to the ring and show just everybody what they clearly wanted to fucking see. Me, not Eiley in that ring. That’s what they were all getting at it when they compared her to me and mocked her for it. But I wanted it to be the right time to return to the ring and I wanted it to be on my terms, nobody else’s. So, I waited…”

She blows lightly onto the flame but not enough where it would go out, just enough to make it dance.

”And I waited…

She sits there again, quiet for a minute or two as the flame dances around before her eyes look up to meet the camera.

”Until this new style of Blast From the Past was created. I’m not obligated to stick around if I lose, which is highly unlikely, but if I win, I’m guaranteed a shot at the Bombshell Championship…which, I couldn’t care less about. That thing in itself is tainted and would need renovated to mean something again. But this is where the road starts …”

She glances back at the screen as a promotional video for the tournament plays, in black and white. She watches it for a moment before she turns back around to face the camera once again.

”This is the perfect time for everybody to be reminded exactly who I am and what I can do in that ring. And why I am considered to be one of the greatest Bombshells to ever step foot in that ring. And while I haven’t been involved directly with SCW, I have been watching and what have I seen? Mediocrity. Worse than that, actually. It’s pathetic. It’s gone so far downhill, I”m not even sure what can save it…”

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

”And don’t expect me to say that I’m going to save it, because I’ve never been the hero and I’ve always been the villain. I’ve never been the one that people liked and that’s fine. I don’t give a fucking shit, I don’t need friends in the back to be the fucking best. I didn’t get into this business to make friends. And I have one person in my corner, and he’s all I need. But it’s just a shame that the match-makers had to sacrifice Cassie Wolfe in my first match back in the company.”

She just shrugs her shoulders as if it doesn’t mean too much to her.

”Cassie, Cassie, Cassie….

Her signature smirk once again stretches across her face and that locked in, wicked look is in her eyes.

”You can feel it, can’t you? That little twist in your gut or the quiet that falls just before the storm hits. I became a legend by stepping on the dreams of girls like you. And history? Well, it’s about to repeat itself. I am sure that you thought it was the nerves kicking in but it’s not. It’s recognition. Because you know what’s going to happen when we step into the ring on Sunday. You already know that your fate is sealed and that you’re going to be eliminated from this tournament. The saying goes, something wicked this way comes. But guess what?”

There’s a pause for some dramatic effect before Mikah leans in closer so that the flame illuminates all of her face, the smirk ever present.

”She’s already here.”

The flame gets a little stronger, illuminating Mikah’s face just a little more and the smirk is still present on her face.

”I understand your desire to want something better for yourself, Cassie. Because like you, there was a time where I had to prove myself. I had to break away from those morons that I joined SCW with back in 2014. I had to put space and distance between them and myself in order to garner the success that I had in this company. In fact, I almost completely walked away from the company in April of 2015, just five months after signing my contract because I just…I had fallen out of love with the sport. But then….”

A fiery look passes through her eyes as she focuses on the camera.

”A man told me that I didn’t have what it took to become the Bombshell Champion. And I really don’t like people telling me what I can or can’t do. Or what I have or don’t have when it comes to my talent. So, I proved that asshole wrong. It’s something I have had to do for most of my career; I had to fake smiles and take the cheap shots in order to prove myself. And some might say that it helped them rise from the ashes, but I like to say that I wrote the standard for what it should mean to be a Bombshell. Hell, I had the whole fucking locker room in January of 2016 threatening to go on strike because none of them could beat me. And they cried like little bitches because of their shortcomings. Are you that type, Cassie? Do you whine and bitch about your shortcomings? Or do you accept the things that you’ve failed at and learned from them? Which type of Bombshell are you? You’ve never held a championship here in SCW, you’ve stated that yourself. But me? I’ve held every championship that this company has had for the Bombshells. I’m a Grand Slam champion. I’ve been in main events and I carried this division for months. Do you really think that you have what it takes to be that type of Bombshell? Because you can smile, and wave, and hope—but hope doesn’t win tournaments. Villains like me do. Do you think that you could handle the pressure and the anxiety of being the Bombshell Champion? Because from the looks of it where I am sitting? It barely looks like you could handle the opening match.”

She shrugs again as the screen flickers again, this time showing clips of Mikah’s first Bombshell Champion run, in black and white. Mikah turns just so to watch it for a moment or two before she turns back to face the camera.

”Granted, I don’t really know anything about you. Maybe you’re different from the others in the back, but I highly doubt it. When I left after the 2022 Blast From the Past Tournament and when Amber Ryan left, there weren’t any Bombshells for the fans to be excited about anymore. And while a lot of people don’t like to talk themselves up, I’m different. I’m not a trend or a phase, I’m the fucking blueprint and I have the fucking record to prove it. I know my worth and I know what I bring to the table for SCW and they know what to expect out of me because I’ve proven myself time and time again for this company. I’m always going to bring my very fucking best to the ring and to prove that I can still be the best in that ring. There’s no doubt in my mind that I still have what it takes to win matches. And you’re just the first one in my way, Cassie. It really isn’t anything personal because I’d have to care about you for it to be personal. And I don’t. I don’t care what you have to say about me and what you think about me because in the end, you mean nothing to me. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing to me. I couldn’t care less if it was you I was facing or somebody else, there had to be somebody to take the first loss from me. And it’s your duty to take the first one this Sunday.”

Mikah’s eyes dart back down to the flame as it continues to flicker and dance in front of her. Her features go from being illuminated by the flame’s low light to being in the dark when it dances away from her face.

”If I were in your shoes, Cassie, I’d be very fucking worried about my chances in this tournament, if I were you. You drew the short end of the stick and you’re going to have one hell of a time trying to beat me on Sunday. And maybe you’re scared or maybe you’re excited to step into the ring with a SCW Hall of Famer, I really don’t know where your head is at and frankly, I don’t fucking care. You’re just in my way to proving that I still have what it takes and in the way of me advancing in this tournament I won’t have a problem with eliminating you from this tournament because you’re nothing to me. I don’t know you personally and I don’t care to. All I care about is showing everybody just exactly who they’ve forgotten about. And remind them why people cower in fear when my name is mentioned.”

Her eyes flicker up to the camera, that arrogant look written in them as she stares intensely into the lens of the camera.

”Because if there’s one thing that I love doing, it’s proving people wrong. And I’ve done it before in this company and I’m going to do it again come Sunday.”

Mikah stands up and the flame dances from the movement.

“And just like this flame, your dreams of winning the tournament? Snuffed out before they ever had a chance to burn..”

Mikah blows the flame out, encasing her back into the darkness.

”Remember Cassie, I walked so girls like you could run—and now I’m back to remind you who paved the road… and who buries the bodies under it.”

There was nothing to see as the darkness still encased the room.

”Because I’m not some passing name on a card…”

The screen behind Mikah flickers with her name written all over in permanent ink before the room is once again encased in darkness.

”I’m not a trend, Cassie…”

This time, the screen doesn’t flicker and the room stays dark for a moment. Some rustling noise can be heard before the screen behind her flickers on to show a blueprint of the arena they’d be competing in on Sunday.

”I’m the fucking blueprint.”

The screen flickers back off, leaving Mikah in complete darkness.

”See you on Sunday, Cassie. And hopefully you won’t embarrass yourself.”

She smirks, unseen.

”Ciao.”