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â€The Chess Game.â€Where:San Juan, Puerto RicoDays until Showtime:7||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE i]It was taking forever to get everything set up but in the end, Mikah knew that it would be worth it. But the bad thing was, she had to stand in one spot as the backstage workers did as she had instructed them to do. She was wearing her usual ring attire, having chosen white for the occasion. She sighs as they splash things around her and apply some of the stuff to her body and onto her championship before nodding their heads at her and the lights dim down, showing nothing but Mikah's face as the cameraman got into position to start filming.;;Mikah “Are we ready, yet?â€
The irritation had set in, she wanted to get this done and over with but she had a long time before it would be over. She looks at the cameraman who nods his head as he presses a button.;;Mikah “Sunday is approaching us. . .â€
The room slowly began to light up, showing the room covered in what appeared to be blood. Mikah was covered in it and had slashes of it on her arms, legs, torso, and on her attire.;;Mikah “Does this look familiar. At all?â€
She slowly tilts her head to the side before smirking at the camera as her hair falls to the side.;;Mikah “If you had paid attention to the early stages of my career here in SCW...you would know that this, this was what my first promo looked like. My first match ever with the company was against that trollop known as Cindy Warren. Who only cares about SCW when it's her idea. But this is not what relevance that this has to my match this Sunday. My match that my opponents don't even
deserve to be in, if you ask me. But of course, does anybody ever ask me anything? Nope.â€
She just simply shrugs her shoulders as she stands still, careful not to walk through the “blood.†She looks around the room, to see the blood splattered on the walls as well as the ceilings as if it had gotten everywhere. Almost as if she had really killed somebody.;;Mikah “You see, all this blood represents my past challengers for MY championship. The challengers that FAILED to get the job done. And Mercedes and Crystal? Your blood is in here too because I am not going to let either of you win and take MY championship away from me. Let's start with you, Mercedes. Wait—no, I started with you the last time didn't I?â€
She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue before adjusting her championship on her shoulder a bit.;;Mikah “Crystal, Crystal, Crystal. You seriously think that I don't consider you a threat? Or a bombshell with talent?â€
She presses her lips together before sighing and running her fingers through her straight, blonde locks.;;Mikah “I never once said that you weren't talented. I did however say that you weren't WORTHY of getting a shot at MY championship. And that, that is true. And I get it, Crystal, I really do. You're mad that I interfered in your little match against Mercedes two weeks ago and I understand but that bitch had it coming to her. It had absolutely nothing to do with you at all. She walks around here like her shit don't stink and she has the audacity to stick her nose into my business at every turn on Twitter. But that has nothing to do with you. Do I think that you couldn't have beat Mercedes on our own? Of course not. I knew that you could beat her on your own, it's not like you're Veronica Taylor or Candy Overton. Come on now, don't be throwing shade at me because I had business to take care of with Mercedes. Plus, I was only doing what I was told. But let's get back to the point, shall we? You realistically did NOT earn your shot at my championship. And Christian Underwood can continue to say that it's my fault that you were added to this match but he's such a fucking liar that it's ridiculous.â€
Just the sound of Christian's name had a sour look on Mikah's face as she stopped talking for a moment. She turned her nose up a bit at mentioning Christian's name.;;Mikah “He was
looking for a reason to add another person into my match, making it be a triple threat match. He wants to stack the deck against me in anyway that he possibly can. So basically, Crystal you are just a pawn in Christian's eyes. He really wants Mercedes to win the championship because he can control her and manipulate her to do whatever he wants. So, technically you're not even a
real opponent in this match. He put you in this match to spite me. And that—that is
not right. Shouldn't you be treated as a real competitor?! I would think so. You're a much better competitor than Mercedes and you've proven that, haven't you? It's not your fault that Christian has it out for me, it's really not. You can listen to his pleas that it's my fault that my match has been turned into a triple threat match but it's just a ploy to try to get you to believe his lies because that's all he does. He lies.â€
She nods her head in response to her own words.;;Mikah “You see Crystal. You are a real competitor and you deserve something much better than what he's doing to you. If you want to be angry, then that's fine. Be angry but you should place your anger on the correct person here. I am not to blame for Christian's misuse of your talent. But still, even if I do respect your talent that doesn't mean that I'm not going to stop from smashing your pretty face into the canvas come Sunday. It's obviously nothing personal because it's my job. And I have to do what I have to do to keep my championship.â€
She shrugs her shoulders a bit.;;Mikah “I'd say sorry but that's not my style. So, let's move on shall we?â€
She takes a deep breath before leaning back on her heels before moving down to sit criss-cross style in the blood. She adjusts her championship once more before looking at the camera with a sinister look on her face.;;Mikah “Mercedes, what's going to happen when I smash your face into the canvas repetitively just because I think you're
fucking annoying as fuck? And since when were we friends!? Were you dropped on your head recently or something? Did you not get enough air to your brain in the recent weeks because I don't recollect us EVER being friendly with one another. Are you talking about that one time ALMOST a year ago where we teamed with Desiree against Melody Grace, Misty, and I forget the other replaceable woman? Because if so, you need to readjust your thinking because we were NEVER friends.â€
Mikah turns her nose up in disgust before flipping her hair away from her shoulder with one hand.;;Mikah “Do you want to know why we were NEVER friends!? Because you aren't a real wrestler. Sure, while you may have
some talent in that body of yours, you don't have what it takes to even lace up my boots. You are just a smarter version of Veronica Taylor. Thankfully you know how to speak and you actually AREN'T as annoying as she is when it comes to many things. But let's not compare you to your former stablemate, shall we? Because that will only make you look better than you really are.â€
She lets another laugh roll off of her tongue before taking a deep breath;;Mikah “You want to call me a cold sore? Go ahead, Mercedes. But I'm the Bombshell Champion and I'm not going to go anywhere. Even if I lose my championship because I will get a rematch and I will get it back. But do you want to know why I'm not going to let that happen, Mercedes? Because I'm tired of everybody just dropping their championships like they don't matter. Like they're interchangeable and that they'll just magically get them back. And I'm just a way better competitor than you are. You may not see it or agree with it but these past five months have proved just that. And there's nothing you can say to take away from that. I've been the most dominant champion in the company. Just go back and look at the champion history page on SCW dot net. I'm the ONLY champion that has held their belt for five months. Goth and Despayre are the other two that have held it longer than a month but still, my championship reign is better than theirs is.â€
She pauses for a moment.;;Mikah “Of course, that is not a shot at Despayre or Goth at all; that is me pointing out the facts. You like facts, right Mercedes? I mean, you are the one that does a lot of that promotional work for SCW, right? So you know your shit. Fact: I've beaten every challenger that has stepped up to the plate and gone one-on-one with me. Fact: I haven't lost a singles match since May. Fact: I've been dominant since May. Fact: you have been on a slight roll. But I will be changing that little fact rather soon. I'm curious though. How are you going to react to a loss to me? Hm? How's that going to work out for you. I'm sure you already have photoshoots and interviews lined up after the show because I know that you're just so sure that you are going to take this away from me. But news fa-lash.â€
She pauses to scowl at the camera, the scowl made for Mercedes Vargas.;;Mikah “Your hopes and dreams are about to shatter into shards of disappointment. I am not going to be relying on Marky Mark to save me because I don't need saved. I don't need him to help me retain my championship. Since when have I had help in retaining this championship? NEVER. I have not once retained this championship by cheating to keep it. So if you think I'm going to try to win by cheating, you are sadly mistaken.â€
She smirks again before standing up and looking around at the blood that was splashed around her.;;Mikah “I am however looking forward to both you and Crystal being disappointed come Sunday. I'm looking forward to seeing the disappointment written on your face. But that's how it's going to end up, girls. I'm not going to apologize because neither of you earned a shot. No matter what Christian Underwood says. He can place the blame on me for this match being a triple threat all he wants. He can make excuses as to why Mercedes got a championship opportunity but the truth is that he wants somebody to be able to upset me and to take this championship away from me because he can't stand the fact that I don't like him. I think it's quite hilarious that neither of you see that you two are just pawns in this game of chess that Christian and I are playing.â€
She laughs a little before shaking her head to herself.;;Mikah “He doesn't think either of you are really worth anything other than just pawns in this little game we have going. He's not going to admit that, of course because why would he do that? Why would he admit that he doesn't want me to be champion? I'm sure you've both seen the tweets that he's sent out, claiming that he can't deny that I've been a kick ass champion or whatever words he uses. Those are just decoys, wanting to throw people off of his plan. And what is his plan?â€
She shrugs her shoulders.;;Mikah “Who knows. It's Christian Underwood. Nobody knows what he's planning or what he's thinking for that matter. He's a complex individual that nobody understands. I'm sure that Mercedes has cooked something up with him, so watch your back Crystal. Mercedes may act like she's a stand up woman but she's not. Remember she was a valuable member to the Mean Girls. And she may want everybody to believe that she's changed for the better but I don't believe that act for a minute. And neither should you.â€
She looks down at her arm where a smear of blood was and takes her index finger and wipes some of it off and then plops her finger into her mouth, sucking the blood off of her finger.;;Mikah “I'd love to stay here and talk a little more about how I'm going to destroy you both on Sunday but I have to go shower to go do something worthwhile.â€
She winks at the camera before walking to the door to leave the room before looking over her shoulder, letting the camera get a good view of her butt.;;Mikah “Later.â€
â€Right on Track.â€Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.Days until Showtime:6||OFF-CAMERA.||--|SCENE ii]A groan escapes her lips as she pulls herself out of her bed to open the door to her hotel suite. She didn't know who would be knocking at her door at such an early hour. Especially when she had spent most of the night getting trashed with Alexis. She growls in irritation as the knocking just gets louder. She jerks the door open and glares at the person standing on the other side. The glare doesn't even soften when she sees her older brother, Mitchell standing there.;;Mikah “The fuck do you want? It's not even 10 am.â€
He just laughs before inviting himself into the hotel suite. She raises an eyebrow before shutting the door and following him into the living room where he sits on the couch. She looks at him before looking down to see she was only wearing her Team Hot Stuff tee. She had no bra underneath and just a pair of panties that the shirt thankfully covered because she loved to sleep in over-sized tees and often bought them that way.σσMitchell “Nice to see you too, sister.â€
She scowls at him before sitting down beside him on the couch, leaving a cushion's space between them.;;Mikah “Is there a reason you're here? I was enjoying sleeping for once. I didn't have a husband bothering me and I didn't have a pain-in-the-ass boss calling me and pestering me about some autograph signing either. So tell me what you want so I can go sleep again.â€
He chuckles before ruffling her hair like an older brother would and she scowls at him. They weren't close enough for him to do that. Their relationship had been mended a bit and they got along now but she still didn't trust him too much.σσMitchell “I heard that you had an important match here in San Juan and I thought it was important if you had some family here to support you. And no, mom and dad aren't here before you ask.â€
She can't help but chuckle, loving the fact that he actually remembered her disdain for their parents. She relaxes a bit before looking at him. She eyes him up, trying to decide how to take him or what to say to him. They'd only met sporadically over the past few months. With her traveling with SCW and doing promotional things for the company, there was only so much that she could do. Hell, she barely even had time for her own husband, let alone her brother.;;Mikah “Oh. Is your wife and children here too?â€
She looks at him and watches as he nods his head.σσMitchell “Yes, but I left them in our hotel room; I know how family overwhelms you. Plus, you're not exactly dressed appropriately to be seen by my innocent children.â€
She flips him off, not even caring about the fact that he was her brother and it was probably inappropriate for him to see her in just a t-shirt.;;Mikah “My hotel room. I can wear whatever I want to. You don't like it, you can leave buster.â€
She makes a face. She had never pictured herself to be the type to say buster, let alone to her own brother. She relaxes just a bit more again. She was becoming comfortable around her brother and it wasn't a horrible feeling either.;;Mikah “Can you tell me something? I've been having memories of what I was like in high school come back to me out of nowhere. And I vividly remember a fight you and I got into because I . . .fucked your best friend in your bed.â€
She pauses as she sees the pained look come across his face as they were both taken back to an earlier time.>>>>>>>>>>F L A S H B A C K<<<<<<<<<<It had been a long weekend. Mitchell had been off at some college visit and Mikah had been left to her own devices. Her parents and twin sister had gone up to the family cabin to do some swimming and fishing and who knows what else. She hadn't expected Mitchell to come home early. And she hadn't expected him to walk in on her and his best friend, Kyler having sex. In his bed.
σσMitchell “What the hell is wrong with you, Mikah?!â€
He had already kicked Kyler out and was now literally yelling at his baby sister.
;;Mikah “Nothing is wrong with me, Mitchell!â€
σσMitchell “I just caught you fucking Kyler in MY bed and you're claiming that nothing is wrong with you?! You're fourteen years old, Mikah!â€
He was yelling again at her. But she simply didn't care or maybe she was still drunk from the party. She was quite sure.
;;Mikah “What's your point, Mitch?â€
She wasn't very respectful to her big brother, shortening his name or just using the letter M to address him.
σσMitchell “What if Mom or Dad had walked in on you?! What would you have done then?!â€
He had ignored her question as he shouted at her, trying to shout some sense into her. But she was only fourteen years old and was already drinking and having sex. So there wasn't much he could do but try to lecture her. She just busts out laughing at his questions and give him a 'Are you serious?' look.
;;Mikah “What if they had? They seriously wouldn't even care, M. Did you forget that they detest me? That they hate the ground I walk on? Come on now, M. Use your brain and act as if you're actually going to go to college.â€
Mitchell sighs as he looks at his little sister.
σσMitchell “They don't hate you, Mikah. But that...that was my BEST friend that you...were doing things with! Why would you do that?!â€
She just lets another laugh roll off of her tongue as he seems to not understand that he just didn't understand why.
;;Mikah “Because. . .why not? He's fucking gorgeous.â€
Mitchell just shakes his head and grabs her by the arm and pushes her out of his bedroom and into the hallway. He didn't have the energy to deal with her antics at the moment. He didn't want to have to talk to her about sex because that was supposed to be their parents' jobs. But they didn't pay enough attention to Mikah because she was too headstrong and too stubborn to let them either.>>>>>>>>>>E N D OFF L A S H B A C K<<<<<<<<<<She looks at him as she remembers the vivid flashback of him yelling at her and her simply not even caring. She looks at him, knowing he had the same flashback. She could remember clearly now that he had been the one to try to parent her; try to get her to stop her drinking and sexual adventures as well.σσMitchell “It happened. Kyler liked you, a lot. He knew you were only fourteen so he tried to steer clear of you because he was four years older than you but you. . .you were persistent at that age and headstrong. You did whatever you wanted and you always got what you wanted. So, when you showed up at that party, he didn't stand a chance when he realized your sights were set on him. Now, I have a question for you, Mikah. . .â€
She tenses up a bit. She didn't like when he asked questions because half of the time, it required bringing up the past and she hated bringing up her past. She looks at him before looking around the room, avoiding his eyes.σσMitchell “Why did you start having sex at such a young age? Were you looking for mom and dad's attention?â€
She bites onto her bottom lip as she looks at her brother and she just simply shrugs her shoulders again.;;Mikah “No. Because I can remember that I didn't want their attention. I wanted to be the Queen of the school and I did just that. I was twelve almost thirteen years old when I had started doing those sort of things. I was in the seventh grade at the time. It was a ploy for their attention because I didn't
need their attention. It's hard to explain, Mitchell. I know they were good parents to you but they didn't even try to be parents to me. They gave up after I refused them as a toddler. I was a toddler, Mitchell. I didn't know any better. They did; they should have tried more things to get me to respond better to them. But they didn't. Instead, they chose to put their focus on MiKayla and you. And it's not your fault or MiKayla's either but it is theirs. And that is part of the reason that I can't forgive them.â€
She offers him another shrug, unsure of how to feel at the emotions that she was feeling. Or was supposed to be feeling, actually.σσMitchell “I know, and I understand that but have you ever told that to Mom or Dad? Mom still feels horrible about it, you know. She beats herself up every day because she's not apart of your life or of Leighton's life.â€
Mikah scowls a bit before looking at Mitchell.;;Mikah “I do not care that she's not apart of my daughter's life. And she should feel horrible about how she treated me, Mitchell. She doesn't get to get off free because she feels guilty now that she didn't try to do everything she absolutely could to connect with her daughter. So good, I'm glad she feels guilt.â€
Mitchell sighs, seeing that the conversation wasn't going to change direction any time soon. He smiles at his sister before pulling her in for a hug. She frowns at the gesture before pushing him away.;;Mikah “You know I don't hug.â€
σσMitchell “I know, but I gave you a hug anyways.â€
She rolls her eyes again before standing up and walking over to the fridge in her room and pulling out a bottle of pineapple flavored coconut water before tossing Mitchell a regular bottle of water. She could at least show some hospitality to her guest.;;Mikah “So you really just came to see me wrestle on Sunday? No hidden agenda?â€
She eyes him skeptically as she takes a drink of her coconut water and watches as he raises his hands up in defense.σσMitchell “Yup. Gotta see you successfully defend that championship of yours, you know. Plus...my wife's always wanted to go to Puerto Rico, so we figured why not make it a family vacation. You can spend some times with your nieces and nephew. And get to know them. Oh...I do have something else to tell you.â€
She tense up again, naturally as she prepares herself for the worst. She looks at him and he can see the fight or flight response starting to build up. He knew that she was going to either choose one of those soon if he didn't quickly conitnue.σσMitchell “I got a job offer in New York City and I accepted it so my family and myself will be moving there. So we could actually
be a family, if you wanted to.â€
She knew that he'd leave it open to her. Let it be her choice and she offers him a small smile. She wasn't too scared around him anymore or nervous. She was adjusting to life with a brother in it that she didn't hate.;;Mikah “Um. Sure. I'm rarely home but sure.â€
He smiles and hugs her again, not caring about her 'no hugging' rule. She scowls but hugs him back, hoping the reciprocating hug will be enough for him to let her go.σσMitchell “Great. Well, I gotta get back to the wife and kids. We'll have supper one of these nights, okay?â€
She nods her head as he gets ready to leave to go back to his little family. She tells him goodbye and walks him to the door. She lets him hug her once more before she watches him leave and then closes the door behind him. It was weird being okay with one of her family members and she didn't hate it.â€Model Behavior.â€Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.Days until Showtime:4||ON-CAMERA.||--|SCENE iii]She growls a bit as she adjusts her lingerie type outfit that she was wearing. It was turquoise and it was not very comfortable and in fact she felt naked. She sighs as she lets the make up lady put some make up on her, touching it up as the other lady fussed with her blonde locks, turning them into pretty waves.;;Mikah “I'm about done with this shit. . .â€
She wasn't very patient and as soon as they were done, she stood up and walked over to where everything was set up. She adjusts the bra like top before looking at the camera man, who was standing next to a professional photographer. He tells Mikah a few things and she tries to comply the best she can even though she was half tempted to throw a punch at him. She nodded at the camera man for him to start filming as she posed for the photographer. She looks over at the camera man and raises an eyebrow.;;Mikah “Does this look familiar? At all? To either of my opponents? Crystal? Mercedes?â€
She poses again before turning to give the photographer the option of capturing her perfect backside. She smirks over her shoulder, her blonde locks in her face a bit.;;Mikah “I mean, Mercedes you're basically just a model who's trying oh-so hard to make it in the wrestling world, right? I mean this is one of the many talentless things that you do. Right?â€
She turns back around to face the photographer and camera man as she bends down and picks her championship up that was sitting at her feet. She pushes her hair away from her face and over her shoulder as she places her championship on her right shoulder. She looks at it, studying the face plate and then delicately running her fingers over her nameplate.;;Mikah “Anybody can stand still to get their picture taken, Mercedes. I mean, it's an easy task to do because you just stand there. Of course, you have to be photogenic, which I am.â€
She winks at the camera before posing a few more times before taking an item that one of the people surrounding the area hands her. She looks at the bottle of perfume and then looks at the camera with a raised eyebrow.;;Mikah “And you do shit like this. . .â€
She pauses to spray the perfume a few times before she wrinkles her nose, turning it up in disgust.;;Mikah “I mean, you do have your own perfume line, right? I thought that was a thing ALL of the Mean Girls did because they thought they were oh-so important. Unless of course, you weren't on that list of important members of the group. Which, I don't know how to feel about that. Because you were definitely way more important than the so-called founder of the group and you were definitely more important than the flaky one. But I don't know if you were ever more important than the ghost of the group now. And I doubt you were EVER more important than one of the most annoying girls on Twitter who doesn't know the English language at all. But hey, at least you have some sort of accomplishments under your belt. Bravo for you.â€
She fakes applauds to that before she sits down criss-cross style on the floor before setting her championship in her lap, letting it lay across it.;;Mikah “You think that I interfered in your match because of my weird friendship with Alexis? Because you beat her in the match that you had with her? Because that's ridiculous. Alexis is a big girl; she can fight her own battles, she doesn't need me to stick my nose where it doesn't belong. She would agree with me, you know. Because I don't do anything to benefit anybody other than myself, you know. So how would that have benefited me if I was doing something to help her? It wouldn't, not really. Do you really,
really want to know why I interfered in your stupid match against our other opponent, Crystal?â€
She leans forward a little bit, an eyebrow raised as the photographer snaps a few more pictures as she gets into her little promo.;;Mikah “Because you are the one woman in the locker room that thinks she's important to this company when she's not. And I don't mean in a way that Veronica Taylor thinks she's important either. You believe you're important because you get to do all that promotional shit for them. Promoting the shows and who knows what else that you really do. Not my business and personally I don't really want to know. I interfered because you can't keep your pointy, witch-like nose out of my business. I'm still curious as to where your number one contender's match was, by the way.â€
She tilts her head to the side a little bit. She shrugs her shoulders and looks around the crowded room. People had stopped running around and were now watching her, intrigued by what she was choosing to say. She takes a deep breath before running her fingers through her long, blonde locks and trying not to mess up her pretty waves either.;;Mikah “I know, I know. Life isn't fair and things aren't fair but seriously?! How did you get booked in a match for MY championship?! I'd really liked to know what you did to get this shot. It's been eating at me ever since it was announced that you would be challenging me for my championship. Did you somehow turn into a man and suck Christian Underwood's dick? Did you promise to get him a male stripper after the show if you got a shot at MY championship?! What, what did you do Mercedes because it's fucking ridiculous and I'm fucking done playing nice with you. Because what I plan on doing to you on Sunday is worse than what I've done in the past five months of my championship reign. I hope you know the phone number of a good plastic surgeon because I guarantee that your nose will NOT look like it does when I'm done with you. And that shitty trachea of yours will be shattered and crushed as well. So I hope you won't miss the sound of your own voice, either. Because I sure as hell won't miss it at all. So, don't be going over my previous matches with a fine tooth comb because things will be different with this match. I'm not going to play nice and I'm not going to let you sneak a win because you think that you somehow deserve to be champion. There will be NO latina walking out of High Stakes as champion, because I'm going to make sure that I retain this championship so I don't let you be the disgrace of SCW.â€
Mikah lets out a breath that she didn't know that she had been holding before she smiles almost as if she hadn't just threatened to crush Mercedes' trachea.;;Mikah “Now you, Crystal. . .â€
Mikah presses her lips together as she looks at the camera and then smirks a bit.;;Mikah “I really don't know where to start with you because you were literally thrown into this match as a pawn, a wild card. You don't even realistically matter in this match because Christian doesn't even see you to have potential in this match, let alone this company. And I just...I'm surprised by you, actually.â€
Mikah pouts a bit, trying to look sad.;;Mikah “Because I expected better from you, Crystal. I expected you to earn your shot because isn't that what a
good person would do? I get it, you're happy to have a shot at my championship but that doesn't mean that you're going to win, you know. And I know the logistics of a triple threat match. I don't even have to be pinned to lose my championship. But losing is not going to be in my future this Sunday. You see Crystal, I don't dislike you, hell I like you a hell of a lot more than I like Mercedes but I find myself becoming more and more disappointed in you.â€
Mikah stands up and adjusts the skimpy lingerie outfit that she was wearing for the promo shoot and the photoshoot.;;Mikah “Because I had held a high form of respect for you. Because I thought you were an honest woman, an honest worker but here you are accepting a title shot that you really didn't earn. It's not a classy thing to do and I'm not sure that I can even classify you as a classy woman anymore. I don't know where your loyalty lies to yourself or to your morals. But I don't think I would just want a title shot handed to me. Do we want to go over how I got my championship? I think we should so you actually understand what I mean.â€
Mikah takes a deep breath as she looks around, the other people still watching her as she continues to talk.;;Mikah “I had just returned from a little break from wrestling and had been placed in a simple match, in which I won. Then I got placed in that dreadful ladder match, which I didn't win nor did I even want to win because I didn't want a contract that would let me get a shot whenever I wanted it. No, no. I wanted a real shot at earning a championship match. So, I magically got booked in a fatal four-way match against Amy Marshall, Mercedes Vargas, and some interchangeable woman that I don't remember. Nobody was expecting me to win that because I was just booked there because they needed another body in the match. Or at least, that's what people were saying backstage. Oh yes, I heard it. Don't think I didn't hear what people were saying about me. I'm not blind or deaf.â€
She purses her lips a bit before continuing on.;;Mikah “People really expected Amy Marshall to win because she really,
really wanted that shot at the championship that Raynin had been holding at the time. Nobody expected me to win and I liked it that way just fine because surprise winnings were so much more fun. But then, my championship opportunity came the next week and I heard everybody doubting me again. Saying that I wasn't going to win and that I'd only won the number one contender's match by mistake. Oh yes, I heard those rumblings from people that we work with as well. Then the night came and I beat Raynin, taking this championship away from her.â€
She looks at her championship as she moves it back down from her shoulder to her hands as she looks down, her hair cascading down and shielding around her face.;;Mikah “And you would think that people would have been happy for me because I had actually earned my shot at the title but no. They had said that Raynin would regain the championship when we would face again. I mean, it's whatever, really but people underestimate me
all the time. I thought you would understand that too, Crystal because I feel like people underestimate you as well. Of course, I'm not one to do it but I feel as if people brush you aside because they don't know anything about you or about what you can do. But I know what you can do, Crystal. I am not going to underestimate you at all. So I'm not going to let you steal my championship away from me. I'm going to do everything in my power to keep this championship in my grasp.â€
She looks down at the championship again, looking serenely at it as her hair once again falls in her face. The photographer snaps a few pictures of it before she looks up and smiles softly.;;Mikah “You and Mercedes can work up something together to try to beat me but I don't care. It won't work. I'm going to walk into High Stakes V as the Bombshell Champion and I'm going to walk out of it as the Bombshell champion and there isn't a damn thing you or Mercedes can do to change my determination. So I hope you both are preparing like hell to do whatever it is you can to try to knock me off of my pedestal because it won't happen. You will fail. Just like Raynin, Amanda Cortez, and Veronica Taylor have all done. I don't care if either of you have been on a roll as of late or not. I've been on a bigger roll and I will take you down. So, we will all see each other soon. So...â€
She walks towards the door, looking over her shoulder as she stops just in front of the door and winks at the camera. She was ready to leave even though she didn't really have anything to go do.;;Mikah “Laters.â€
She smirks again before pushing the door open and walking outside into the perfect weather of San Juan. She was happy to be there, in San Juan with the weather just right. She could go sit on the beach and not worry about the championship match that was just a few days or so away. She could think about how she was going to pretend to beat her husband up the next time she saw him. Or she could just relax. It was all up to her.â€Fun in the Sun.â€Where:San Juan, Puerto Rico.Days until Showtime:2||OFF-CAMERA.||--|SCENE iv]Mikah sighs as she sits on a beach towel, watching as her brother's two oldest children Boston and London run around the beach as if they'd had too much sugar. Mikah secretly thought that they had but she didn't dare voice that to Mitchell; not yet anyways. She didn't think it was her place to view it like that and she was going to keep her mouth shut. She looks over at Jaicelyn, who was playing with Jersey, the baby girl who was not even six months old yet. Mikah offeres Jaicelyn a smile.µµJaicelyn “It's a beautiful day out here, isn't it Mikah?â€
Mikah raises an eyebrow and nods her head as she looks around. There weren't very many people around and for that she was thankful.;;Mikah “It is. It's lovely. I'm glad that we all can spend some time in the weather. Together.â€
It was a hard thing for Mikah to adjust to; having people around as her family. She hadn't been around her family for ten years and now here she was, letting her brother and his little family stick around. She didn't hate it, which was surprising to her because she didn't ever think that she would be the one to allow him to. She glances up as he walks back over with three bottles of Smart Water and hands one off to Mikah.σσMitchell “Too bad Leighton's not here; she'd have a blast with London and Boston.â€
Mikah smiles a bit before nodding her head in agreement. She often wondered if she was doing the right thing by sending Leighton to a private school to get the best education when she could afford to have a personal teacher that would allow Leighton to go on the road with her. But she wanted Leighton to have a normal life and being in a school setting was the most normal that you could get, right?;;Mikah “I know, she would. She would love to spend time with Boston and London. She'd even love Jersey over there.â€
She looks over at the happy baby that was busy playing with her pacifier while Jaicelyn tried to keep it out of the sand.σσMitchell “Don't worry, Mikah. We will all get a chance to hang out. All of us, including your husband and daughter.â€
Husband. There was that word again. The husband that she hadn't talked to in a while because she was being stubborn and not answering her phone nor was she going to call him. He didn't understand that her life was being the Bombshell Champion. And she was going to make him understand. By ignoring him. It had to work and if it didn't, she'd make it work.;;Mikah “Yeah. If I ever get a chance to stay at home and not be on the road all the time. And I'm not complaining, because I love my job but it's been so chaotic lately that I haven't had more than a few days at home.â€
Mitchell nods his head, trying to be understanding to what she was saying. She shrugs before taking a drink of her water as she watches Boston push London over. She smiles a bit as London doesn't get hurt but instantly starts crying. Mikah sits up and is then promptly handed Jersey by Jaicelyn as she goes to deal with the two older children. Mikah looks at the baby, a bit wide-eyed as Jersey stares up at her in wonder and amazement. Jersey then cracks a toothless smile at her aunt and Mikah relaxes just a little bit.;;Mikah “Such a pretty baby.â€
She bounces the baby a few times before adjusting the child on her lap. It had been a long time since she had held a baby and she had missed it. She missed when Leighton was little and would climb onto her lap just to cuddle. Or climb on her lap just to give her mother a kiss. Mikah looks at the little baby's face and wrinkles her nose at the baby, causing her to giggle a bit.σσMitchell “She likes you.â€
Mikah looks over at Mitchell as he watches her interact with his youngest child. She shrugs her shoulders before looking back at Jersey's tiny little face.;;Mikah “She's cute; you have cute children.â€
Mitchell nods his head before looking at Jersey and then wrinkling his nose at the baby.σσMitchell “We have good genes, what can I say.â€
He watches as Mikah tenses up just a little bit and he just ignores it, knowing that she was thinking about their parents. She refused to have a relationship with them because of how they chose to deal with her stubborn behavior as a child. She looks at Jersey and smiles at the baby as she chews on her pacifier. Mikah bounces her a few times as Jaicelyn walks back over.µµJaicelyn “Sorry about that. I can take her back.â€
;;Mikah “She's fine; I'm fine with her.â€
Jaicelyn looked surprised but didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that Mikah had offered to keep the baby in her arms. Mikah smiles politely at her sister-in-law before leaning back, letting Jersey lean against her moving the baby so she was cradled up against her chest. Mitchell watches as Mikah soothes the baby by subtly rubbing Jersey's back. And within a few minutes, Jersey was sound asleep against Mikah's chest.σσMitchell “How did you do that?! She
never goes to sleep that easily.â€
Mikah lays back, letting Jersey sleep on her chest as she looks over at her brother.;;Mikah “It's how I used to get Leighton to sleep. I didn't do any fancy technique, just rubbed her back softly. Because when Leighton was a baby, I didn't have much to work with. Because I wasn't going to use our father's money that he had been pouring into my bank account.â€
Mitchell nods his head as he watches Mikah with his youngest child, amaxed that Mikah felt so comfortable with the baby. He didn't mind it and was happy to see that progress was being made between them.σσMitchell I wish I could've been there, you know? When Leighton was a baby because I am sure that you needed help, right? I mean, you were only nineteen years old when you had her. I know that it's more normal now but you didn't have anybody. I feel guilty and I feel as if I should have tried harder to be a part of your life even
if you didn't want me to be.â€
Mikah offers him a small smile. She had been a difficult teenager and she had been determined to do things on her own. She probably would have refused Mitchell's help and did everything she could to make sure he hadn't shown up back then. But she knew what he was saying because maybe if he had pushed hard enough, she wouldn't be able to have pushed back.;;Mikah “I don't think I would have let you help me, honestly. I was too proud to ask for help, which was the reason I got into wrestling in the first place. I wanted a better life for Leighton; better than the life that I had been giving her at the time. She helped me get clean. I had been in a bad place at the time and being pregnant with her had pulled me out of that bad situation so in a sense, Leighton probably saved my life because if I didn't have her, I'd probably be dead right now.â€
The cold hard truth was out. It was something she didn't talk about, not to anybody, not even her husband. But she kept a lot of things hidden from her husband because she didn't want to share those, deep personal thoughts with him. She just shrugs her shoulders as she looks at Mitchell, who was still processing what Mikah had told him.σσMitchell “That is horrible, Mikah. I know you didn't like being at home with our parents but I know that they would have helped you, if you had let them.â€
Mikah takes a deep breath. She knew that this would lead to them and she had been trying to be careful about it, not wanting to lead it there but there it was already, there. She just shrugs.;;Mikah “I know but I don't regret how things have happened. I don't regret choosing to raise Leighton on my own you know. I love being her mother and I love how we got to where we are today. I do use the money that our father put in my account and it had added up because he deposited so much at a time. I technically don't have to work for the rest of my life.â€
Mitchell smiles before looking at his sleeping baby that Mikah was holding and cuddling.σσMitchell “I'm glad. Should we go back to the hotel and shower and change so we can go have supper?â€
Mikah nods her head before carefully standing up, careful not to jostle Jersey too much so that she woke up. It was a skilled art to be able to stand up without waking a child. She watches as her brother goes to round up Boston and London, making them squeal as he picks them both up in one swift movement. She smiles, the thought of another child grazing her thoughts. But she didn't know if Gavin could handle having a child of his own when he only barely tolerated Leighton. It was something that bugged her sometimes.