[Mark Ward]

 Post all roleplays for this match, in this thread.

Good luck!

[Christian Underwood]

 Everything posted now counts towards the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 12/11/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 12/12/2015

[Mikah]

 
<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;"> <text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES."
LOCATION: CANCUN, MEXICO
DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER: 14
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH
SCENE i
REC•

Mikah was sitting in the chair in Gavin’s hospital room as he was supposed to stay overnight to insure that he didn’t have a concussion.  Mikah wasn’t too happy about it either; she didn’t want to stay in the hospital but she didn’t think Gavin would find it fitting if she left.  So she sits there, in the chair with a slight scowl on her face and her eyes glued to the screen of her Samsung Galaxy S6 edge.  The doctor was checking Gavin’s vitals before he could leave for the night as Mikah requested that no disabled nurse be in charge.

±±Doctor  â€œOkay, you seem good to me.  I will be back in the morning to check on you.”

Mikah shoots the doctor a dirty look before turning her attention back down to her phone for a moment.  She sighs before looking over at Gavin and pursing her lips a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI. . .suppose you’d like if I stayed in this room with you, right?”

Mikah raises an eyebrow in Gavin’s direction before looking around.  It wasn’t like there was exactly a place for her to sleep.  But she could live on caffeine for a night.

::Gavin  â€œSure would but..  I’d like it more if you wanted to stay with me, considering I just got that beating.. “

She bites her bottom lip before looking around the room, looking for exactly where she was supposed to stay.  She moves so she’s sitting in the seat fully, legs pulled up underneath her.  She looks at her husband before sighing.

;;Mikah  â€œLook, it’s not my fault you got a beating; I wasn’t the one that hit you with the chair, you know.  Guilt tripping me doesn’t really work.”

She looks at him, giving her one of her usual looks that she gives him before she looks back at her phone.  She presses a few buttons before sending off a few tweets and text messages.

::Gavin  â€œYeah - but you know what you could do?  Care, or even pretend like you do.  But I’m not even sure you can manage that. “

She glances up from her phone and rolls her eyes at him.  She had a lot on her mind lately and it wasn’t that she didn’t care about her husband, she just had to think of other things.  Like how to prepare for her upcoming championship defense.  Against Melanie Gabrielle.  A girl that she didn’t even have anything remotely bad to say about.  What was she going to do?

;;Mikah  â€œYup.  That’s me, Gavin James.  I so don’t care.”

She rolls her eyes for a second time before stopping for a moment, listening to the footsteps in the hallway out of his hotel room.  She hated hospitals.  They reminded her of everything bad.

;;Mikah  â€œIf I didn’t fucking care, Gavin.  I wouldn’t have even fucking came.  I would’ve have accepted Marky Mark’s offer on going out to celebrate his revenge on Drake ‘Dollar Bin Movie Guy’ Green, okay?”

::Gavin  â€œListen, I know you don’t like hospitals.  I don’t really like them either.  Just you know, stay with me, then we can both get out of here and not have to go back..  Sound good?“

She looks up at him, her feet still tucked up under her and her whole body in that chair as she sits with distance from her husband.  She didn’t know what to say or if she could even stay all night in the hospital

<----------->F L A S H B A C K<----------->

It was August of 2009 and she’d just had a match and the ending to it, hadn’t gone well and in the end of things, she’d wound up in the hospital after passing out in a pool of blood.  She sighs a bit as she leans back in the hospital bed and looks at the IV needle that was in her arm and giving her fluids.  She just wanted to go home with her husband/boyfriend, Troy.  She was waiting for the doctor to get back with the test results so she could leave.  She looks at Troy who was standing off to the side with Leighton, who was four years old at the time.

;;Mikah  â€œWhere’s the doctor?!  I want to leave.  Now.  Not in thirty minutes, now.”

Troy sighs as he looks at the woman who he was now just dating as she had revealed that she was still married to Alexander Fabb.  He looks towards the door as he held Leighton in his arms.  Leighton looked concerned for her mother, having had been watching the match backstage.  Mikah, however could barely really look at either of them.  She felt horrible because she had been doing some things with Alexander Fabb that weren’t exactly family things.  She hadn’t cheated on Troy in any way but the “candy” that Alexander had offered her had been to hard to pass up, along with the booze.  She knew that Troy wouldn't have been happy with her drug use and binge drinking but she didn't deal well with past demons and oh how she considered Alexander Fabb a demon.  A demon who she hated at the time.

ΦΦTroy  â€œI will go find him…”

Mikah just shrugged her shoulders as she leans back in the bed, trying not to pull the IV from her veins as Troy walks off with Leighton to find the doctor that was supposed to be treating her for whatever it was she had.  She looks around the hospital, glaring at the walls as she remembered just how much she hated them.  It takes Troy roughly ten minutes to find the doctor before they both walk in, Leighton still in Troy’s arms and paperwork in the doctor’s hands.

;;Mikah  â€œAbout time.  I want to leave. . .”

She sat up a bit more before she saw the sorrow and sad look in his eyes; the type of look that doctors get when they have to tell their patient something utterly horrible.  Mikah sits back, half way scared about what he was going to say.  Did she have cancer?  Was she going to die?

►►Doctor  â€œI understand that you want to leave and I apologize for the wait but I have your test results back.”

If looks could kill, the doctor would have most likely have died.  She didn’t like when people stated the obvious and more than half of the time, she had a sarcastic response.  But she wanted him to continue and didn’t want to deal with his shit.

►►Doctor  â€œI am sorry to have to be the one to tell you that you are having a miscarriage.”

Shock had hit Mikah and she looks over at Troy and Leighton as the emotions start to flood her system.  She hadn’t even known she was pregnant or that it was even a possibility at all.  Well, of course they had sort of been trying but with everything that had been going on, she’d sort of forgot about trying to have another baby.  She looks down, averting her eyes from Troy.  She blamed herself, solely for the loss of her baby but she wasn’t going to let him know that.

;;Mikah  â€œOkay.  I just want to leave.”

Her voice was void of emotion, it just wasn’t there because she couldn’t let herself feel anymore.  She couldn’t let Troy in anymore and she couldn’t feel the heartbreak anymore.  The doctor looks over at Troy before at Mikah again.

;;Mikah  â€œNow!  I want to fucking leave NOW!”

She was screaming at the doctor as she refused to cry over the loss of the unborn baby and the doctor simply nods his head before handing her a paper that had a prescription on it to help with the rest of the process.  She didn't want to cry in front of Troy; it wasn't something she wanted him to see.  She can't even remember if he had ever seen her cry before.  But she didn't want him to see it now.  She felt horrible and she heavily blamed herself for the loss of the baby that she didn't even know she was carrying.  She crosses her arms over her chest as he walks out to get a nurse to start to the discharge process.

;;Mikah  â€œGo ahead and say it, Troy.  I know you fucking want to.”

Troy gave her a look before looking at Leighton, who had tears in her eyes because she hadn’t ever seen her mother like this.  Leighton sniffled a bit as she looked at her mother, wanting her but not wanting to make her mad either.  It was something different for the preschooler.

ΦΦTroy  â€œWhat?  What do I want to say, Mikah?”

;;Mikah  â€œThat’s it’s my fucking fault that I had a miscarriage.  That I’m the one to blame.  It's in both of our heads so you should just get it out of the way.”

She shoots him a look, a glare on her face so deadly that he didn’t know what to think.  Leighton looks at her mother then at Troy, who she’d known for a while and almost considered him like her own father.  Mikah couldn't look at Leighton, not without feeling a pang of guilt deep down in the pit of her stomach about the miscarriage.  She wasn't sure how people were supposed to bounce back from that at all.

ΦΦTroy  â€œI wasn’t going to; it’s not your fault.”

He was trying to be supportive as he knew that she didn't do well with expressing her emotions.  It's why she always went around in circles when they argued; she couldn't just outright tell him what she was feeling.  She gives him a look, the icy stare still there.  She knew that this was going to be the end of them as a couple because she didn't want to let him close again.  She couldn't handle having another miscarriage or falling in love with him again.  It would be too much for her.

;;Mikah  â€œFuck you, Troy.  I know that’s what you’re thinking, so just say it.”

Her words were laced with venom and each word she said, she made sure she said it so he felt it.  It wasn’t too much longer before she was discharged and they exchanged icy words in the elevator as she took her child back from him, shutting herself off from him and building a wall between them which led to the end of them as a couple.

<----------->END OF F L A S H B A C K<----------->

Mikah blinks for a moment, not even realizing that she had spaced out for a good five to ten minutes.  She looks over at Gavin, who had a ‘what the fuck’ look on his face.

;;Mikah  â€œ...What?”

She looks at him again before shrugging and looking back down at her phone, thumbing through her Twitter feed.  She didn’t have Facebook as she didn’t care about that but she loved her Twitter app.  And she loved to piss people off.  And sometimes--well, most recently, that meant her husband too.

::Gavin  â€œJust seems like you’re more interested in your phone..  you went quiet for like, five minutes babe..“

She looks at him before shrugging her shoulders as she looks back at her phone.  She didn’t know what to say to him because she didn’t share her emotions or things like that.

;;Mikah  â€œSorrry?”

It was the best she could offer up without having to explain what was going on in the inside of her head.  She looks back at her phone before moving her chair closer to Gavin so that she was at least in arm’s length from him.

::Gavin  â€œDo you even enjoy being near me anymore?  It always seems like you act as if you’ve got a better place to be or something..“

She gives him a look as she tries not to look at her phone again.  It wasn’t even as if there was anything important going on on Twitter but she didn’t want to explain her miscarriage of another man’s baby to her current husband.

;;Mikah  â€œUm.  I’m near you RIGHT now.  Literally.”

She looks at him.  She was being a sarcastic and literal bitch and she knew it but she wasn’t that girl that poured her heart out to everybody.  It just wasn’t who she was or is.

::Gavin “And yet you’re more interested in your phone.  You haven’t looked away from it since the doctor left.“

She looks at him before looking around the small private room.  She raises an eyebrow at him.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know, I could get you a room that you could share with somebody.  If you REALLY want to talk to somebody.”

She looks back down at her phone, temporarily before looking back at him.  She didn’t care if she was prodding and provoking him.

::Gavin “For fucks sake..”

He sat up and leaned over quickly, grabbing her phone.  Then he tossed it into a nearby wall as hard as he could.  Looking frustrated with her as he did so.  She glares at him after realizing what he had just chosen to do.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat.  The.  Fuck.  Do you fucking realize that THAT fucking phone is the ONLY communication I have with MY daughter while I’m on the road?!”

She glares at him again before getting up and pushing her chair back before walking over to her broken phone and gathering the pieces.

::Gavin  â€œYeah, well, your daughter will be fine.  If you could get your nose out of your phone for five minutes, everything would be fine.”

She looks at him, a glare settled on her face as she keeps some distance from him.  She wanted to chuck her phone back at him but she didn’t want to actually give him another concussion or whatever it was he was diagnosed with either.

;;Mikah  â€œTHAT is not the point, Gavin James.  The point is that now she can’t call me or anything because you’re a fucking dick and can’t handle anything anymore.”

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to argue with him but she definitely knew that she didn’t want to tell him about the miscarriage and that was going to have had to happen if she would’ve paid less attention to her phone.

::Gavin  â€œThis is how I always handle things.  Always has been, always will be.“

She rolls her eyes at her husband before crossing her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes in his direction.

;;Mikah  â€œOh?  Well, would you like to see how I handle things now?”

She looks at him as she stands in the same spot, not moving closer to him as she looks at him.  She didn’t have any means of communication now and he was going to pay for it.  Or she’d scream.  Loudly.

::Gavin  â€œLet me guess..   gonna cause me some trouble, break something of mine, so on?”

She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue before giving him a look.  If only it was that easy--well, it could have been if she’d had means of communication to Leighton back home, where she could tell her to break something of importance to Gavin.

;;Mikah  â€œNope—well, maybe.  But I’m now going to go for a run so I don’t throw something at your face.  Which, I so want to do right now.  Badly.”

She gives him a pointed look as she looks at her broken phone and feeling the anger before she rolls her eyes at her husband.

;;Mikah  â€œSometimes, Gavin, I think you’re more of a girl than I am.”

She smirks at him, knowing he can’t get out of his bed without feeling dizzy or anything as she stands by the door.

::Gavin  â€œSometimes, I think all you do is sit with your nose in a phone and tweet with idiots all day.  So - I guess we both have opinions, huh?”

She laughs before rolling her eyes again.  A habit she’d gotten over the course of the past couple of weeks.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat?  Jealous that people actually like me and not you?”

She wasn’t actually sure why it bothered him who or who she didn’t tweet.  It was her Twitter account and she felt that she could tweet whomever she wanted.  Whenever it came to her mind.

::Gavin  â€œI could care less, you waste time with any trash you want on twitter.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She gives him a look before placing her hands on her hips, her right hand securely wrapped around her broken phone.

;;Mikah  â€œWarn me about what exactly, Gavin?  Because interacting with people is not a bad thing, no matter how much you think it is.  Just because I tweet them, doesn’t mean jack shit.  It’s a fucking social media platform, that’s all.”

She viewed Twitter as a means of communication with people she didn’t want to give her phone number too.  People she didn’t hang out with hardly at all.  Only a select few people in SCW had her number; Mark Ward, Alexis Edwards, and Christian Underwood.  And she didn’t even want Christian to have her phone number but for some reason, both bosses just had to have it.  Whatever.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat-ever.  I’m going to go get a bottle of water and go look at babies.  I’ll come back when I don’t feel like crushing your trachea.”

He just rolls his eyes at her as she chooses to leave his hospital room.  She didn’t have much else to say to him about her Twitter account or her now broken phone.  It irritated her just thinking about it.  So she didn’t want to think about it.  She was going to go look at the babies in the nursery and drink a bottle of water that she was going to pretend was vodka.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST."
LOCATION: CANCUN, MEXICO.
DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER: 12
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE ii
REC•

She had thought about getting dressed because it would have probably been more appropriate for a little promo for SCW to promote her match against Melanie Gabrielle at Decemeber 2 Dismember.  But she couldn't bring herself to put on clothes over her turquoise bikini.  So instead of changing her outfit to adapt to a proper promo, she'd adapt her promo to her and what she wanted to do with it.  So here she sat, on a towel on the beach with her Ray Ban sunglasses over her eyes, and her championship perched next to her.  She'd sent a text to the camera crew and informed them of the change of location as she was too lazy to directly call them.  But they were late and she was becoming more, and more irritated.  Didn't they know NOT to piss her off?  Apparently they didn't because they were late.  Finally, they showed up and were setting things up but now, she was more irritated than she should've been.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you think I have all day to wait for you morons?  Do you think it says anywhere in my schedule that I have time to spare for late camera crew?”

They shook their heads no.  They'd worked with her plenty of times and were often the crew that were sent to do her things.  They knew when not to speak in fear of pissing her off and that was something that they didn't want to do.  However, it didn't take them long before the camera man nodded to her, letting her know that he was indeed ready to begin filiming.

;;Mikah  â€œThis...this is how a champion lives.  On the beach.  Sun on their skin and no care in the world.  But maybe, just maybe my opponent, Melanie Gabrielle knows about that.  I mean, afer all, she is the Bombshell Roulette Champion.”

There were people on the beach and the noises were extra annoying but the annoyance couldn't be seen in Mikah's eyes as they were shielded by the sunglasses.

;;Mikah  â€œBut then again, being just the Roulette Champion doesn't give you the same perks as being the Bombsell Champion; the TOP champion in the company.  Screw Drake Green, he doesn't matter.  He never mattered to anybody other than himself.”

She flashes the camera a smirk.

;;Mikah  â€œAs the top Champion in the company, I get the best perks.  I mean, have I ever let you inside the hotel room that I stay in?  I mean, seriously.  I know I get to book the room I stay in but the extra money from my championship reign definitely helps.  I don't really know if Melanie Gabrielle is ready for that.  I mean, her meager run as the Bombshell Roulette Champion is slightly impressive but I don't expect that run to last very long.”

She winks at the camera even though her sunglasses cover her eyes.  She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, I'm right, aren't I?  Isn't it Winner Takes All come next Sunday?”

She shrugs her shoulders a bit as she leans back, getting even more comfortable on her towel.

;;Mikah  â€œBut here's the honest truth: I don't even fucking want that piece of shit Roulette championship.  I just want my Bombshell championship.  That's all.  I'd even go as far to give that shitty championship back to Melanie after I win the match.  That is just how much I do not like that championship.  I don't need to rely on weapons to beat my opponents.  Or silly stipulations either.”

She turns up her nose at the thought of stupid, useless stipulations.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not even sure what being the Roulette Champion is all about.  And if I cared about that championship, I would have gone after that one instead of my Bombshell Championship.  You see, I love this championship as if it was my own child.  It's like I've raised it for six months and I'm not ready to give it up.”

She grabs her championships and pulls it into her lap as she sits up, criss-cross style.  She looks at it in an adoring way.  She rubs her fingers over the nameplate that her name was carved on.

;;Mikah  â€œThis championship has meant more to me in recent weeks than my husband has.  Hell, my husband was in the hospital last night and the only thing I care about is this, right here.  IS that fair to my husband?  No, not really but my championship has been with me more than my own husband has in the past six months.  We have a bond that cannot be replaced.”

She didn't care if it was crazy to talk about a championship like it was a human.  She didn't care if it made her a bit crazy because she'd had her share of crazy in the past.  She knew crazy and she knew how to bounce back from it.

;;Mikah “Melanie Gabrielle.  She's the woman who beat everybody in that tournament to earn the shot at my championship.  So right there she does have that going for her.  That's one more thing that she has going for her that Crystal Hilton, Mercedes Vargas, Amanda Cortez, or Veronica Taylor ever had going for them.  So bravo.”

She fake claps a bit before rolling her eyes a bit and taking her sunglasses off and placing them beside her on her towel.

;;Mikah “The girl came from out of nowhere, let's be honest with each other, shall we?  I understand that being the Bombshell Champion comes with a target on my back.  I get it, it comes with the territory of being a champion.  But Melanie, you already have a championship!  Why must you be so greedy?  Do you find it polite to be so greedy?  I mean, Santa Claus is watching, you know.  He could put you on the naughty list.”

She clicked her tongue against her tongue a few times, making a 'tsk' sound.  She smirks a bit, using the Santa logic with her.  She knew that her years with Leighton believing in Santa Claus were numbered and maybe had just one more Christmas after this for her to believe.  And what more of a fitting time to bring that up?

;;Mikah “Also, I'm pretty amazed that you didn't really bad mouth me in your last little thing for SCW.  Because that's what all those silly, interchangeable bombshells do in the back; they bad mouth me because they can't handle the fact that they fucking suck.  Excluding maybe one or two of them, of course.”

Harsh?  Maybe.  The truth?  Definitely.

;;Mikah “It's also become sort of a trend among the other interchangeable bombshells.  To bad mouth me.  To say how I'm annoying and I'm a bitch and blah, blah, blah.  Like, really?  I'm pretty sure they don't get to say that just because they fucking suck and can't hack it in a wrestling ring.  Like Jessie Salco.  Why does she think that she can even speak my name?  She will never get the chance to go up against me for this belt.  Never.  She can't even lick my boots, that's how much she sucks at what she supposedly does.  And let's not mention Veronica Taylor or Celeste West.”

She knew that wasn't the chick's real last name but she was showing just how much the bitch didn't matter to her.  Not one bit.

;;Mikah “Melanie, I'll be honest for another moment with you.  Because you did actually earn this championship shot and you at least deserve my honesty.  I don't know anything about you.  Hell, you could be a fucking whore that secretly works in a whore house and I wouldn't even know that.  Fuck, you could be Barack O'Bama's daughter and I wouldn't even know that.  So, why oh why do I dislike you so much at the moment?”

She purses her lips together for a moment and simply shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah “You haven't even done anything to me, personally.  But maybe, I'm just irritated because I have to face you and take that championship that you're holding away from you.  A championship that I don't even fucking want.  I'll even give it back to you, no match needed after I win.  Because the only thing that I will be doing with it is throwing in a river or the trash because that's were I solely believe it belongs.”

She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue as she rolls her eyes a bit.  The feelings she had for that horrendous championship shouldn't even be real.  Or in her mind but that championship that Melanie was holding had never been on her radar until now.  When she had the opportunity to hold it and her Bombshell championship at the same time.

;;Mikah “You're right though.  The things you said in your last promo for the last match of the tournament.  I know you didn't speak very much about me but the same stands true for this match: only one of us can walk out of the match with both championships.  And I know that you will fight hard to insure that it's you but Mel—I can call you Mel, right?”

She flashes a smirk at the camera.

;;Mikah “Of course I can, I'm the Bombshell Champion.  That gives me the right to do whatever I want and say whatever I want and call you whatever I want.  You see, here's the thing Mel.  I've been the champion for six months, going on seven.  And I'm not about to let somebody just take it away with me so easily.  And I'm not saying that you expect that because you don't.  You don't seem like the type of girl that likes things just handed to them and for that, I give you props.  But I've been on a little hot streak lately in singles competition.  I don't know if you've noticed but I haven't lost a singles match since before May.  That's pretty impressive, don't you think?”

She smiles at the camera.

;;Mikah “Do you know how much pressure I feel right now to insure that I don't fuck up my perfect streak?  I know somebody is waiting for me to fuck up and lose but I can't let it be this match I lose.  I want to continue my hot streak for as long as I can.  It's nothing personal against you but you're just the next person that I have to beat to put on the long list of losers.”

It was what she called the people she's beaten.  She kept track; Raynin had a tally by her mark as did Crystal Hilton and Amanda Cortez.  Veronica and Mercedes' names were only on there once.  She reaches into her bag and pulls out the paper that holds the names and the tally marks.

;;Mikah “This.  This is my long list of losers.  I know, crappy name but I don't get paid to come up with catchy names and snappy comebacks.  Everybody that I've beaten in a singles match since May is on here.  Tag team matches are not because they aren't anything worthwhile.  You and I have never crossed paths, Mel.  And it will change next Sunday.  Your name will be on this list and it's not exactly something you'r thrilled about, right?  I mean, nobody likes to lose, I understand that but this...this is not about liking to lose or disliking to lose.  This is about how I need to win.  My record has to continue and I have to continue to shatter every last milestone that SCW has for the Bombshells.”

She smirks as she looks at the list one more time before folding it up and placing it back into her beach bag.

;;Mikah “You are going to be the one to help me shatter one more record; the record of the most successful title defenses by a Bombshell singles champion.  I have to break that record.  I cannot let Mercedes Vargas continue to hold that honor.  That is not an honor I want her to still hold.  And I'm not really sorry that you're the one that I have to go through to break that record.  And I know that you will understand that.  Because while I don't like you, I don't at all dislike you either.  All that much anyways, because let's be honest, I dislike almost everybody.”

She lets another laugh roll off of her tongue as if it was the easiest thing she's said all day.

;;Mikah “You don't seem to be the type to hold too much of a grudge against many things.  And you seem to want to fight a fair fight and that I can promise you.  I can promise you a fair fight.  I do not like to cheat to win; all of my victories since May have been clean ones.  Either by pinfall or submission.  There has been no disqualifications or any cheating to win.  I know you will know that and recognize that as well.  I trust in you to know that.  Because you're not like those silly, interchangeable bombshells, are you, Mel?  You don't think it's unfair that I have the championship, do you?”

She pouts her bottom lip out a bit.

;;Mikah “Because if you do, I will classify you in the same category as I do all those other pathetic simpletons.  They don't think I've been a worthy champion because they don't like me.  They don't like my attitude, the attitude I get to have because of my success.  They don't understand what it is like to be superior than they are.  And I don't care if this isn't helping my case with them because I don't care about them.  Horrible to say?  Maybe but it's the truth.  I don't want to classify you in the same category as them, Melanie.  Because I honestly believe you're better than that.  I mean, you after all didn't get this championship opportunity handed to you and that's a redeemable quality.  Or at least to me it is.  You have better qualities than Crystal Hilton or Mercedes Vargas, the resident historian.”

She offers the camera a smile, a real smile.

;;Mikah “Everything I do, I do for a reason.  I have a plan at all times, Melanie.  Don't think that just because I'm holding you to a better standard than I have my previous opponents that I'm going to take it easy on you.  If anything, I'm going to bring it to you even more.  If I'm going to get beat, which I highly, highly doubt it, you're going to have to fight harder than you've ever fought before.  This isn't a silly tournament match.  It's a championship match.  It's for the whole kit and caboodble.  Your gold vs my gold.  Everything is on the line here except our careers.  And if I'm going to lose, I'm going to make you tired by doing so.  It's not a walk in the park, Mel.  It's a fight in the jungle and as you said in your last promo...”

She smirks as she uses Melanie's own words.

;;Mikah “Only the fittest survive.  And it's kill or be killed, so to speak and that's just what I plan on doing.”

She winks at the camera before standing up and wiggling her hips to fix her bikini bottoms.  She waves at the camera.

;;Mikah “See you soon.”

She gathers up her stuff in one swift, easy motion before walking away from the camera, letting it get a good image of her backside as she walked to the hotel.  She had to get ready to go back to New York City for a good week and a half before she had to go to Canada.  She wasn't too happy about having to do some stupid convention of some sorts.  It was one of things about being a champion that was hard; the promotional events that weren't beneficial to her.  But she did everything that a champion was required to do; autograph sessions and the meet and greets.  It was what a true champion did, after all.  And she was the true champion.

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "CHRISTMAS CHEER."
LOCATION: NEWYORKCITY, NEWYORK
DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH
SCENE iii
REC•

She growls a bit as she stands in line of the Apple store, waiting to buy the new iPad that her daughter desperately wanted for Christmas.  Leighton had accidentally broken her first iPad a month or so ago and was using Mikah's second iPad to play games or whatever it was she had to do.  This was also a reason why she didn't like to go Christmas shopping sometimes; the endless amount of lines that never seemed to move fast.  She was lucky though, because Christian Othniel had agreed to go with her since he was going to be around for a day or so.

;;Mikah  â€œI want to stab somebody in the eye with a fork.  Or a spoon or something.  This line is ridiculous.”

If she had been sitting, she'd have probably hit her head on the table to make a statement.  But she wasn't.  Instead she was imagining shoving a spoon or some gadget in the person in front of her's back.  She smiles a bit before looking at Christian, who just raises his eyebrows at her.

ΣΣChristian  â€œDo it.  I'll cover for you.”

She smiles at him and shakes her head a bit.  This was one of the many, many reasons he was her best friend.  He understood her.

;;Mikah  â€œYeah, okay.  So you can get custody of Leighton when I'm in jail?”

She glances at him and he just grins at her and pats her head in a patronizing way.  She scowls at him and tries to smack his hand away.

ΣΣChristian  â€œI love my daughter.  And of course I would take care of her if you went to jail; it's just the way I am.”

He holds a hand over his heart and pats it a few times before smiling again at her.  She rolls her eyes at him but a smile appears on her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œYeah because you're such a saint, aren't you, Mase?”

Christian just shrugs his shrugs with a smirk on his own face.  Mikah rolls her eyes at him and growls again, the line still moving slowly.  It wasn't like she had all day and she wasn't about to stand here for another fifteen minutes.

ΣΣChristian  â€œI AM a saint, Miks.  And you need to calm down; it's gonna be alright.  I promise you.”

She shot him a slightly irritated look.  If only EVERYBODY could be as patient as he was, it'd be amazing.  And it would definitely be a much better world.

;;Mikah  â€œSays the man who doesn't have a job or a big match coming up.”

They move forward again and Mikah once again is tempted to shove a fork in the man in front of her's back.

ΣΣChristian  â€œAnd it's probably my best decision yet.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at him before sticking her tongue out at him in a childish manner.  She glances at the front of her phone, checking the time.  She lets out a loud sigh as she continues to notice that the line is moving at a snails pace.

;;Mikah  â€œFor fucks sake.  I just want to by this iPad and these accessories and go have some fucking lunch.  And all these people can is move fucking slow!  Fuck it, I'll order it online and not have to deal with these morons.”

The little patience that Mikah did have was gone.  She sets her things down and grabs Christian's hand and tugs him out of the store and out into the chilly December air.  She had to do her Christmas shopping while Leighton was at school and while she was home.  So there wasn't very many opportunities to actually shop.

ΣΣChristian  â€œTesty, testy.”

She just chuckles at him as she laces her fingers with his, holding his hand as they walk down the busy, crowded sidewalk to one of Mikah's favorite little restaurants.  The hostess sits them in a small booth near the back and Mikah gets herself situated.  She looks over the menu, barely looking at Christian as the waiter walks over.  She orders a simple tea with lemon and Christian orders the same.

;;Mikah  â€œSo...”

She looks over at him, chewing on her bottom lip.

ΣΣChristian  â€œSo. . .”

He looks at her with an inquisitive look on his own face before smiling at her in a friendly manner.  For some reason, the two just clicked.

;;Mikah  â€œI think my relationship with my husband is over.  I just....him and I just can't connect anymore.”

She chews on her bottom lip.  She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be happy about it or sad about it.  But either way, she was uncertain and that in itself should have told her it wasn't a good thing.  She knew how Christian felt about Gavin and she knew how Gavin felt about Christian.

ΣΣChristian  â€œGood, you can do better than that scrub.  YOU deserve better.”

She knew that he'd have that sort of answer because he didn't like Gavin.  And didn't like the relationship that the two had.  But he liked Mikah and he was there for her and trying his best to be supportive.

;;Mikah  â€œMase, come on now.  I know you don't like him but obviously I do.  Did?  I don't know.  It's a mess.”

She frowns a bit, trying to forget her feelings.  She was used to just giving into the urge to drink and just forget the emotions that would steadily run through her mind.  He watches her and offers her a supportive smile.  He was a good friend and he'd always been there for her in some form.

ΣΣChristian  â€œI'm not trying to be a dick because you know I'm a saint but Miks, you do deserve better.  He treats Leighton like crap.  My daughter deserves better treatment.”

Mikah sighs and runs her fingers through her straight blonde locks as the waiter sets their drinks down in front of them.  She listens as Christian orders some hamburger and french fries before she orders herself a simple cup of baked potato soup.

;;Mikah  â€œI know.  But it's a marriage, Mase.  It's not something that can be just brushed under the rug as if it didn't matter.  It wasn't a mistake.”

She looks down for a moment before peeking her eyes up to look over at him.

ΣΣChristian  â€œMiks, I get it.”

He reaches over and pats her hand as she offers him a small, miniscule smile.

;;Mikah  â€œYou are such a good friend.”

Christian winked at her and took a long drink of his iced tea.  He leans back on his side of the table, in his own booth.

ΣΣChristian  â€œThat's me, the saint.”

Mikah laughs before rolling her eyes again.

;;Mikah  â€œThat should be your next thing.  Should you come back to wrestling; Saint Othniel.  Can't you just picture it?”

He shrugs before moving his straw around in his glass, swirling the ice around.  He knew that she wanted him to return but she wasn't about to make him do something he didn't want to do.  She just enjoyed the time they got to spend together when he was around.

ΣΣChristian  â€œI guess you can never really say never, can you?”

He raises an eyebrow at her and she laughs before leaning back as the waiter walks over and puts her cup of soup in front of her and Christian's burger in front of him.

;;Mikah  â€œI know.  I was almost done in May, literally ready to hang up the boots and just. . .be done.  But somehow, the fire got ignited once more.  And here I am, six months later the best champion that Sin City Wrestling has to offer.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she grabs her spoon as he shoves some fries into his mouth, watching her as she just stirs her soup around in the small bowl.  He takes a deep breath, not wanting the conversation to go in the direction it was about to.

ΣΣChristian  â€œMikah. . .”

Her head snaps up, looking at him.  He only called her Mikah when it was serious or he wanted to talk about something serious.

;;Mikah  â€œMasen. . .”

She adored him as her best friend but sometimes, he brought up things that she didn't like to talk about.  Things that he knew about her because he knew her like the back of his hand.  He knew her ques and what was going on in her mind.

ΣΣChristian  â€œAre you...”

Even though he was her best friend, there were things that were hard to bring up.  Hard to talk about because he didn't want her to back herself into a corner.

;;Mikah  â€œAm I what?”

She raises an eyebrow at him as her heart beats just a little faster in her chest.  She was thinking about every possible thing that he could say to her and it wasn't something she was proud of.  Sometimes, she jumped to conclusions.

ΣΣChristian  â€œAre you okay?  Are you eating and taking care of yourself?”

She feels her breath catch in her throat as she looks at him.  How could he just know things like that?  She wasn't sure just why he just knew.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm fine.  I eat.  I take care of myself.”

The answer was clipped and short.  She didn't want him to pry but she didn't want to push him away either.  But even if she pushed him away, he would push back and refuse to leave.

ΣΣChristian  â€œI just want you to be healthy.  None of that stupid bullshit about whatever it is that makes you do wreckless things.”

The sincereity to his voice made her smile.  She takes a spoonful of her soup and chews up the potatoes and swallows and offers him another smile.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm fine, Mase.  I promise you.  I just...like to run.”

Running was a drug for her; something she did for her because it made her feel good.  It also made her forget about all the bullshit in her life.  All the things that she couldn't deal with or refused to deal with it.

ΣΣChristian  â€œOkay.”

He had a look on his face that made her think he didn't believe her but she didn't want to talk about that.  Or the fact that she was lying to him.  She wasn't okay.  She didn't feel okay with herself again and it was getting harder and harder to resist that urge and not feed into it like she so desperately wanted.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you going to come watch my match on Sunday?  I'm defending my championship against Melanie Gabrielle.”

She winks at him as she stirs her soup around before taking another bite of it and looks at him, curiously.  She would love for him to be able to watch her compete for the company that she was so successful in.

ΣΣChristian  â€œMaybe. We'll see.”

She laughs a bit, always having not really liked his nonchalant answers that didn't really give her a real answer.  She just shrugs it off, knowing that he wasn't one to commit to a schedule.

;;Mikah  â€œWell, should up if you want to.  I'll be there, obviously.  Kicking butt.”

He laughs before taking another bite of his own meal.  He didn't mind eating in front of Mikah and he didn't mind that she just watched him but he didn't like that she barely ate herself.

ΣΣChristian  â€œYou'll win; you're better.”

She laughs a bit before grabbing her glass of lemonade and taking a long drink of it before leaning back, looking at her barely eaten soup.  It was mocking her, begging her to take another bite while her head was screaming at her not to.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's kind of nerve wracking, you know that?  I mean, I've defended my championship successfully for I think five times but you know, there's always that chance that somebody can surprise you and take everything you've worked so hard on away from you.  I love being the champion but I want the match to steal the show too.  Like you were stealing the show in the IRX.”

He looks at her before smirking as she brings up their old glory days in the former company.  They'd been quite the duo.

ΣΣChristian  â€œAh, the good ole' IRX.  I miss that place.  Don't sweat it, Miks.  You're the better competitor and even if you lose, you're still the better person AND competitor.”

His faith in her was unnerving and unwavering.  It was a trait she'd admired about him.  She could easily remember back when they had met back in PWT where they ran rampant in a faction, who's sole mission was to destroy the company.

;;Mikah  â€œAh, yes.  I remember when YOU used to be scared of me because I was a girl.  Or that's how it seemed.”

She winked at him.  She was just teasing him a bit, trying to rile him up.

ΣΣChristian  â€œI was not scared of you!”

He objected to it, of course just like she knew he would.  She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue as she sits across from him, enjoying his company like always.

;;Mikah  â€œYou sure acted like it, Mase.  Blushed beat red when I kissed your cheek.  Scared little boy.”

He scoffs before finishing his burger and throwing a french fry a her.

ΣΣChristian  â€œYou just caught me off guard.  Plus, we were in front of my people, it was a surprise.”

She laughs again at what he was saying before shrugging her shoulders simply.

;;Mikah  â€œI know.  Are you almost done, Mase?  I have a lot more Christmas shopping to do and I'm going to need those muscles of yours to carry my bags.”

He nods his head as he polishes off his iced tea and she leaves some money on the table, not even bothering to wait for the check.  She didn't have time for that and she didn't want to waste anymore of her precious shopping time.

[Mikah]

 
<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;"><text align=right><p align=”Right”> "THE BLOGOSPHERE RETURNS."
LOCATION: INTERNET
DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER: 4
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE iv
REC•

To all my fantastic fans,

It’s been a long time since I’ve actually done one of these things.  It’s funny sometimes, how time passes by when you’re having too much fun.  It’s times like these that I have to think about what I do have in my life and who has been following me and my career from the beginning.  You know, I started off as nothing and had nothing to my name but after eight years in this business, I’ve come to realize that even when you’ve paid your dues it’s still about who you know and who’s side you’re on or aren’t on.  For instances, if my very first match of my career had been with Sin City Wrestling, I probably wouldn’t be the champion today.  I probably wouldn’t even be booked in the mid card; I’d be another Jessie Salco that opens the show.  But that’s not the case.

Instead, I’m the Bombshell that’s main eventing shows and stealing the spotlight from people who most definitely do not deserve it.  Do you think Drake Green deserves the spotlight?  I don’t think he does.  Sure, he’s the World Heavyweight Champion of SCW and a Dollar Bin Movie guy but who’s been here for a year and has been the champion for half of that?  ME.  I’m the only current  champion that SCW has employed that hasn’t been a flake or horrible at defending their championship.  In reality, after I beat Melanie Gabrielle on Sunday, I will be the only Bombshell that’s defended their championship six times, successfully.  And I know there are people that do not want me to win because let’s face it, people would rather have Mercedes Vargas be the Bombshell that holds that record over me because I’m a little too in-your-face about certain things.  They’d rather have somebody who is only good at shooting promotional commercials for SCW to hold that record.  But don’t worry, fans, I will shatter that record come this weekend.  You can count on that.

As for my match against Melanie Gabrielle. . .I don’t even know where to begin.  It is a better match then all of the previous ones I’ve been booked in to defend my championship.  She at least earned the right to have a match with me for my championship.  She beat out all the other bombshells in that silly Going for the Gold tournament and actually won her number one contendership.  Other than that, she hasn’t been in my face about anything.  I really am not sure what she’s been doing other than being the Bombshell Roulette champion.  I’m sure she’s a nice enough girl but man is she greedy.  What does she want TWO championships for!?  Isn’t being the Bombshell Roulette Champion enough for her?

Let’s talk about what sort of person that makes her, shall we?  

Her selfish desires are the ones that are running her at the moment.  She’s blind with her own green and I’m sure the people around her are rooting for her to win as well.  She’s not happy with just having her own silly little championship;  she wants to go after mine.  The championship that I have invested six months in.  I’ve gone up against the most moronic people to date.  Raynin, check.  TWICE.  Amanda Cortez, check TWICE.  Veronica Taylor, check.   Mercedes Vargas, check.  Crystal Hilton, check TWICE.  It doesn’t take rocket science to realize that I’m just that good.  I am as good as I say I am and I have backed up everything I’ve said IN that ring.  Those silly idiots that I work with can disagree all they want, I have this championship to prove that I’m the best.  And I have the ring work to also prove it.

And I’m not greedy because I don’t want Melanie’s championship.  Hell, after I win on Sunday, I will GLADLY give her back her back the Bombshell Roulette Championship, I do not care one bit about it.  Or if Christian Underwood doesn’t agree with that sentiment, I’ll just throw it in the trash because it’s not worth my time.  I already have the Bombshell Championship, what other championship do I need?!  That’s right, I don’t need another championship to lug around; especially a hideous one like that one.  What would I do with it?  Where the hell would I even put it where it wouldn’t ruin the decor of my beautiful home?  Maybe I’ll Leighton paint it or something, anything to make it look better than it does now and that will take a LOT of improvement.

But back to Melanie. . .I’m not knocking her as a competitor because obviously if she can handle some of the brutal matches that come with being the Roulette champion, she’s not a Veronica Taylor in the ring.  She’s not scared to break a nail or smudge her make up; she obviously knows how to fight and obviously knows how to win, as well.  But so do I.  I haven’t lost a singles match since May and I’m proud of that little fact.  Let’s not talk about that atrocious, stupid tag team match that Christian Underwood thought would be okay with me to be booked in.  And that’s not a knock against Alexis Edwards either, I just hate, hate tag team matches.  I hate having to rely on somebody else to have my back.  Why should I trust them when I’m not even sure that they trust me?

Melanie is going to try everything she can to break my hot streak and to take the one thing--other than my daughter--that means the most to me.  But I’m not going to let her succeed.  I may have to cheat to win this time but that’s okay, because it’d be the one blemish on my already perfect championship reign.  After all, not everything is going to be perfect right?

I know this blog post is short but I have some things that I have to do.  Things that I have to do to be ready for Sunday and I’m sure, as my fans you will all respect that.  Hope you tune in on Sunday because it will be a blast.

XOXO, Miks.

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> ”RELAXATION AT ITS FINEST."
LOCATION: OTTAWA, ONTARAIO, CANADA.
DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER: 3
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH
SCENE v
REC•

Mikah sighs as she sits in her hotel room with her ten year old daughter, who was playing on Mikah's iPad.  She sighs as she walks over from the bedroom and sits down on the couch, next to Leighton, looking at the girl who looked so much like herself.

;;Mikah  â€œLeighton. . .I have a question to ask you.”

She wanted to ask her daughter some questions that she wasn't sure her daughter would be too open about answering but it had to be done.  Leighton was a huge part of her life and if she was thinig about changing her life again, it was going to be talked to with Leighton.

♥♥Leighton  â€œYes, mommy?”

Leighton looked up at Mikah, and offered her mother a small smile.  Mikah smiles down at her daughter, seeing the similarities of her own looks but also Leighton's father's.

;;Mikah  â€œIf I wasn't married to Gavin anymore, would you be okay with that?  And this is just hypothetically speaking.  I would really like your input.”

Mikah couldn't express her feelings well; that was never something she'd been good at but she could to Leighton.  Leighton was the one person that was allowed to see Mikah show emotion to.  She knew it was a factor in the flaws of her relationship with Gavin but she couldn't help it; she couldn't open herself up to him to let her know how she was feeling.

♥♥Leighton  â€œI don't know.  I mean, he and I are sort of friends but it's not like I've had much interaction with him.  Do you still love him, mom?”

Leighton peers up at her mother, looking at her between strands of her hair that had fallen out of her ponytail.  Leighton acted older than she really was but when you had a mother that could rarely keep her shit in order or herself together, it often rubbed off on the child.

;;Mikah  â€œI think so but even if you still love somebody, it doesn't always mean that it will work out, Leigh.”

The cold hard truth.  Mikah was telling her ten year old daughter about love and how sometimes things just didn't go the way they should or the way people thought they should.

♥♥Leighton  â€œBut if it's true love, it shouldn't matter, mom.  Nothing in the world would be able to separate true love.  Kind of like how you and da-”

Mikah cuts her off.

;;Mikah  â€œLeighton.”

She just had to say her daughter's name to cut her off and stop her from finishing that sentence.  Leighton smiles a bit guiltily before shrugging her shoulders.

♥♥Leighton  â€œSorry.  But mom, if you and Gavin were supposed to be together forever, it'd be easy, wouldn't it?  You wouldn't always be this uneasy with everything.”

Mikah takes a deep breath, slowly letting her wise ten year old daughter's words sink in.  She leans over and hugs her daughter, pulling her in closer to her.

;;Mikah  â€œHow did you become so smart, Leigh?”

Mikah wrinkles her nose at her daughter as they get comfortable on the couch and Mikah grabs the remote to find something to watch together.

♥♥Leighton  â€œI have great teachers and a great mother.”

Mikah sometimes had a hard time believing Leighton when she told her she was a good mother.  Mikah wasn't always present and Leighton knew that.  But Mikah did everything she could to make sure that Leighton was taken care of.  Nannies and a great school and everything else that could insure a great life. It was something she had wanted as a child; a better childhood with limitless opportunities and she was going to give that to her child.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I have a wonderful daughter, who cares about everybody.”

Mikah kisses the top of Leighton's head as they flip through the TV guide, trying to find something to watch.

♥♥Leighton  â€œI'm hungry, mama.  Can we order take out?”

Leighton looks up at her mother, curious to see just what she would say when asked this.  Mikah smiles at Leighton and leans down and kisses the top of Leighton's head.

;;Mikah  â€œOf course, Leighton.  What would you like tonight?  Chinese?  Pizza?”

She often left the dining choices up to Leighton, letting her daughter choose what they would eat for the night.  It didn't matter to Mikah because she'd barely eat anything as it was.  She tried to eat in front of Leighton because she didn't ever want Leighton to have the same body issues that Mikah had.

♥♥Leighton  â€œPizza sounds good, mom.”

It was easy for Leighton to pick something out; indecisiveness had never been one of her daughter's traits.  Mikah smiles at her daughter before standing up and going to grab her phone.  She grabs it before searching for the best pizza joint in the location that they were in.  It didn't take too long to find the best one in town before she put the call in.  She ordered a medium cheese pizza with a side of breadsticks.  She would need something with leftovers because sometimes Leighton liked to snack.

;;Mikah  â€œPizza is ordered.  It will be here in twenty-five to thirty minutes.  Why don't you go take a shower and I'll try to find a movie.  Maybe we'll rent one off of pay-per-view.”

It wasn't like she had to limit themselves on funds because she had all the money in the world it seemed.  She didn't watch her bank account to make sure she had enough money but only to make sure money wasn't disappearing.

♥♥Leighton  â€œOkay, mom.”

Leighton stands up and Mikah watches as her daughter grabs things to change into once she was done with her shower.  Mikah watches as the young girl disappears into the bathroom before she sits back onto the couch and goes to the pay-per-view movies to flip through them.  She knew that he daughter had seen a lot of movies because she loved them.  So it was hard to pick one out that was both appropriate for a ten year  old and one that the girl hadn't seen.  So, she decided on Tomorrowland starring George Clooney.  She gets comfortable on the couch as she gets used to the noises that were out in the hallway.  It had almost been two weeks since she'd stayed in a hotel and it was kind of nice not having to deal with the hustle and bustle of traveling. Leightcon came back into the living area of the suite roughly twenty minutes later.

;;Mikah  â€œGood!  You're back.  I picked Tomorrowland, does that sound good?”

Mikah looks to her daughter, waiting just to see what her daughter's response would be.  Her daughter, however wasn't picky and didn't usually mind what they watched.

♥♥Leighton  â€œSounds fine to me.  Pizza should be here soon.”

Mikah nods her head in agreement.  It would be any moment from now that the pizza could arrive.

;;Mikah  â€œYou know that I love you, right Leighton?”

She told Leighton often that she loved her but she wanted to make sure that she knew it.  And that she believed it.  If Leighton would ask her to hang up her boots, she would in a heartbeat.  But it had to come out of Leighton's mouth and nobody elses.  Leighton was the only person she would sacrifice her career for and had almost done it when Leighton was two years old and would cry every time Mikah left the room when she'd be home to visit.  It had almost always broke Mikah's heart.

♥♥Leighton  â€œOf course I do and I love you too, mom.”

The knock at the door startled Mikah as she was focused on listening to her daughter.  Mikah smiles again at her before grabbing her wallet and going to open the door.  She pays and tips the delivery man before bringing the pizza and breadsticks in and setting them on the coffee table in front of the couch.  She winks at Leighton before grabbing the paper plates and two bottles of water.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's a great night for a movie and pizza party.  Less stressful than worrying over my match.”

She winks again at Leighton as she watches Leighton pick a piece of pizza and a single breadstick.

♥♥Leighton  â€œA perfect night in.”

And it was perfect for the two of them.  Mikah could get a relaxing night in before her big match on Sunday and wouldn't have to overthink it again and again.  Of course, that would come again tomorrow morning as she would have to put her entire focus into preparing for the match that would most likely steal the show.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "GREEDY DEEDS DON'T PAY."
LOCATION: OTTAWA, ONTARIO, CANADA.
DAYS UNTIL DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM HIGH.
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VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

The convention center of sorts was packed full of people and Mikah was in one of the back hallways, hiding from the crowd.  She's already done her part and had signed autographs and took pictures the best she could without snapping.  But now it was time for her to do some things for her match against Melanie Gabrielle and she was going to go down a different stretch of a road.  One she's never traveled and one that she knew would solidify her as a top heel, if not thee top heel in the company.  But she was hesitant to do it at first when her assistant, Ruby told her the idea.  Ruby had proven herself worthy of having that job over the past couple of weeks.  And here they were, ready to do whatever it was that she had set up.  She'd been told the small part of it and was obviously supposed to come up with the rest.  

She takes a deep breath before fixing one her newer wrestling tees that was adjusted and modified to show some cleavage and her stomach.  She'd paired it with a pair of skinny jeans with hot pink stiletto pumps on her feet.  She pushes her hair over her shoulder as the camera man gives her a nod, letting her know that the were now going to be recorded.

;;Mikah  â€œGreed.  I'm sure everybody has experience it at some point in their life.  More money, more food, more something.  It's a natural human instinct to want more of something but it's how you go about trying to dismiss that urge to want, want, want.”

Mikah was walking backwards down a hallway and in the general direction of nowhere.  The camera man was following her.

;;Mikah  â€œI want more time with my championship belt, that's all I want more of at the moment.  Oh, and more time with Leighton but is that really greedy of me to want to be able to spend a lot of time with my daughter?  No, I don't think so.”

Mikah turns around, leading the camera man out of the convention center and into the slightly chilly December air.  She continues to walk before stopping at a local toy store.  She winks at the camera before opening the door and walking inside of the toy store, camera man still following her.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, Christmas is just around the corner, literally.  And I've heard a lot of greedy, disrespectful little brats claim to their horrible, slutty mothers that they want more, more, more!  And I've just about had it with greedy little shits.”

Mikah stops at a child who looked almost identical to Melanie Gabrielle but in a young, five or six year old version.  Mikah squats down to the child's level, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

;;Mikah  â€œWhat's your name, sweetheart?”

The girl sniffles before looking up at Mikah with her big, watery brown eyes.

δδSmall Girl  â€œM-M-Melanie.”

The girl was a crying, snotty mess and Mikah didn't really want to be around her.  But this was what they had set up.  What Ruby had set up.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd why are you crying Melanie?  What is the matter?!”

Melanie sniffles a bit before wiping her eyes with her sleeves before looking at the empty shelf.

δδSmall Girl  â€œI wanted another baby doll.  But they's all gone.”

The words themselves provoked more tears from the girl, as if the memory of it was horrible enough..

;;Mikah  â€œWell, Melanie isn't having one baby doll enough?”

The little girl shakes her head no, disagreeing with what Mikah was saying.

δδSmall Girl  â€œNo!  I want more!”

Mikah frowns at the child, who was starting to get mad and louder as the time ticked by.  Mikah looks at the child, observing her for a moment.

;;Mikah  â€œBut that's selfish, Melanie.  Wouldn't you like to share the baby dolls with other girls who would love to have one for Christmas?”

Mikah could see the frustration on the little girl's face as she scowled and frowned at the blonde bombshell.

δδSmall Girl  â€œNO!  I want MORE!”

By theis time, the girl was screaming at Mikah and almost throwing a full blown fit about not having anymore baby dolls..

δδSmall Girl  â€œMORE!  MORE!  MORE!  MORE!  NOW! NOW! NOW!”

The girl was stomping her feet on the ground and glaring at Mikah as if it was Mikah's fault that the store had no more baby dolls.

;;Mikah  â€œYou are acting like a brat, Melanie.   If I was your mother, and thankfully I am NOT your mother, you wouldn't be getting anything for Christmas.  You would be donating all of your toys to children who actually deserve them.  Do you think that Santa Claus gives presents to nasty little brats like you?  Who throw fits in the store?”

The little girl's bottom lip pouted out a bit and trembled as Mikah told her the cold hard truth.

;;Mikah  â€œYou are a greedy, greedy little girl, Melanie.  Greedy is not a good thing and Santa Claus doesn't like greedy little nasty brats.”

Mikah was talking as if she actually had talked to Santa Claus about this and the little girl was lapping it right up.

δδSmall Girl  â€œI'M NOT GREEDY!”

The fit was turning into sobs of hysterics and the girl collapses down onto her knees and Mikah just smiles at the girl, an amused look on her face.  She looks around before gently pushing the little girl.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, you are, Melanie.  You are greedy.  You want more toys and don't want any of the other boys and girls to have any.  That's greedy.”

It was like poking the sleeping bear with a stick but Mikah didn't care; it was giving her the results she wanted.

δδSmall Girl  â€œI don't want to be greedy!”

The girl was sobbing hysterically now, throwing herself down onto the floor.  The crowd people were looking at Mikah and had a scowl on their faces.

;;Mikah  â€œThen you shouldn't be such a nasty little brat.  I think I will call Santa Claus and tell him to give your toys to another little girl who is good and well behaved.”

The girl started to scream and cry as Mikah pulls out her phone all while the camera man is still filming them.

δδSmall Girl  â€œNo!  Don't call Santa!  I'm sorry!  I'm not greedy!”

She had sat her self up and was looking at Mikah as she watches with big eyes as Mikah clicks a few things on her phone.

;;Mikah  â€œSorry doesn't cut it, Melanie.  Being greedy is not something that Santa Claus likes.”

Once again, the girl goes up into hysterics, bawling and throwing herself on the ground as Mikah puts in a phone call to 'Santa Claus.'

δδSmall Girl  â€œNo, no, no!”

The girl was screaming it at the top of her lungs, causing a spectacle.  It didn't bother Mikah at all as she stood there, her phone pressed to her ear.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, Santa?”

Mikah pauses for good effect as she looks at the little girl.

δδSmall Girl  â€œNO!”

The girl was still screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to beg Mikah not to tell Santa Claus.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, Santa.  Hi, this is Mikah and I was just calling to let you know that there is a greedy little girl here in a store throwing a fit about a baby doll that she wants when she already has one.  She would love for you to give her toys to another little girl who isn't greedy.....Great!  Thanks Santa!”

Mikah presses the end button and looks at the little girl who had gone silent and was watching Mikah with big eyes.  She realizes what just happened and starts to throw herself on the ground again, this time kicking and screaming.

δδSmall Girl  â€œI don't want to give my toys away!”

The sobbing was starting to get on Mikah's nerves, little by little and she just wanted to get it over with but things had to be done.

;;Mikah  â€œThen you shouldn't be a greedy little girl, Melanie.  This is your own fault; now instead of having one baby doll, you will have none and you will only have yourself to blame.  And by the way, Melanie.”

This right here would be the one thing to solidify Mikah's sure spot as a top heel; the ruining of one's childhood.  She almost didn't want to do because she wouldn't have wanted it done to Leighton as a child.  But they'd gone through the proper steps and the child already didn't believe, was just good at acting.  Mikah leans in real close and whispers...

;;Mikah  â€œSanta's not real.”

The child's eyes got really big as Mikah stands up and walks away from her, the camera man zooming in on the deer-in-the-headlights look on the girl's face before following after Mikah.  Mikah moves to the center of the toy store, where there was a big plush chair set up like one Santa Claus would sit in at the mall.  However, Mikah took it upon herself to sit in it, her back against one arm and her legs over the other arm of the chair.

;;Mikah  â€œMelanie, Melanie, Melanie...”

Mikah moves her championship belt so that it's laying against her stomach as she lounges on the chair, getting comfortable.

;;Mikah  â€œI truly thought that you were a better person than what I'm seeing you to actually be. . .”

Mikah presses her lips together, taking a deep breath before looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean...throwing fits and being greedy isn't becoming of a wannabe Bombshell Champion.  I mean, seriously.  You should really work on that greed inside of you.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks up at the ceiling, letting the silence lull between her and the camera for a bit.  She then glances at the camera again, her eyes half shut as she thinks about how comfortable the chair really was.

;;Mikah  â€œIs being the Bombshell Roulette Champion not enough?  Is that just not enough for you to be happy?”

She tilts her head to the side as she adjusts her legs a little bit; crossing one over the other.

;;Mikah  â€œI would find it insulting if I was Mark Ward and I said I wasn't happy with just being the Bombshell Champion and I wanted to be the World Heavyweight Champion too.  Is that what you did, Mel?  Did you go whine and cry to Christian Underwood and stated that you weren't happy with just being their Bombshell Roulette champion?”

Again, she tilts her head to the side and bats her eyelashes a few times.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I'm absolutely positive that you would go to Christian and not Mark and ask that.  Because we all know that Mark would NEVER make up some stupid tournament to find some trollop to go up against me.  And that's why the Going for the Gold tournament was made.  For you.  For you to win it easily.  Do you honestly think that Christian didn't have you in mind when he came up with it?  Ha! If you honestly believe that, you need to go get yourself checked out because you'd be believing a lie.”

She fake claps again a few times.

;;Mikah  â€œBravo, Melanie.  You managed to pull one over me.  Get something past me without me even realizing what was going on.  Bravo.”

She rolls her eyes at the camera, adjust her shirt a bit as she shivers.  The door was opening a lot and she could feel the cold air being let in.

;;Mikah  â€œI think you might actually be the only Bombshell that's been able to do that.  I mean, sure technically you won the match but who's to say that you didn't ask for the tournament to be made for you, so you could win.  Because honestly, with mine and Christian's little feud?  I could see it happening.  He would do anything in his power—without actually screwing me over to get this championship off of me.  And trust me, to him you'd be such an improvement.  And maybe it's not really a feud between Christian and I but a few minor disagreements but him and I will probably never see eye to eye.  On anything.  Ever.”

Mikah lets out a scoff and a laugh at the same time.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's like he thinks that I'm going to stop giving him shit once I'm not the champion anymore.  Did that stop me BEFORE I even held the championship?  Nope.  And I can insure him that I will not be going anywhere once I do lose this championship.  But I am sorry but it's not going to be you who I lose to, Melanie.  Andit's not that you're a horribly annoying person.  I just—I'm not ready to give this championship up.  I still have plans and records to break.”

She lets a smirk cross her face as she moves to a sitting position, one leg crossed over the other.

;;Mikah  â€œLike after I win on Sunday, I will be the one holding the record of most successful title defenses by a Bombshell.  And I will successfully dethrone Mercedes Vargas and take that record away from her.  But it's not like she really deserves to hold that one anyways.”

She was smirking, still pretty happy with herself as she sits on the chair, just looking at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œBut then after I win on Sunday, I will also become the Bombshell Roulette Champion.  Ew.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a not-so-good thing at the moment.  I've already said how much that I do NOT want that championship and that I'd be gladly to hand it back to Melanie Gabrielle once the match is said and done.  But I don't think Christian will allow that, do you?”

She takes a deep breath before closing her eyes, trying to relax.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, I don't imagine that he would find that very acceptable.  At all.  But you know, he's probably surprised that I've lasted this long as the Bombshell Champion. Six months.  I believe that's the longest record, is it not?  I wouldn't know; I'm not the resident historian.”

She lets a laugh roll of her tongue with ease as she crosses her legs the opposite way.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm just ready to get this match over with.  Waiting for two weeks to wonder the outcome just is annoying and time consuming.  Maybe I should fast forward time just to see what happens.  It's not worth sitting here and telling you how much I want to beat Melanie Gabrielle on Sunday when I'll just prove it to you.  Everybody knows that I'm the better wrestler when it comes to me and her.  I've done everything I could to stay the champion.  I've beaten everybody that's been placed in my path and I'm not about to let Melanie be the one to stop me either.”

She stands up and fixes the wrinkles in her shirt and in her jeans before looking at the camera and shrugging her slender shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œSometimes, you gotta iron out the wrinkles before everything can be perfect.  And that is just what I'm going to do come Sunday.  I'm going to iron out the wrinkles and win my match against Melanie Gabrielle and walk out the Bombshell Champion still.  You can either call it fate or you call it whatever you want but I'm going to call it the cold hard, and honest reality.”

She smirks at the camera once more.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I can't wait for you to meet your new reality, Melanie.  Because being a greedy little bitch is going to cost you and you won't have anything to take home with you, other than your deflated ego.  Hope you're ready for our match.”

Mikah winks at the camera before stepping down from the platform.

;;Mikah  â€œCiao.”

NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED WHILE SHOOTING THIS PROMO.

[MelanieGabrielle]

 Book 1: Crimson Blitz
Chapter 11:  
~Part 1: /13 days remaining (#NP: “Crossing Over” by: Five Finger Death Punch.)~
“Thirteen days remained till the final battle and I was worried. I was working so hard, making my body and mind ache getting ready for this and yet…I felt unprepared for it. No matter what I did I felt like I was missing something but couldn’t say what it was. Over and over again I tried to reach, grasp for the missing piece and yet I couldn’t. Something kept holding it away from me and have to get it back…whatever that is.”

Sam had parked the car at the building Dr.Garland worked at and, both he and his wife got out of the car. The sun was shining but it was cool outside. Sam though could tell Mel wasn’t easy. Mel was nervous and the idea she had made even Sam a bit frighten. It was something she knew she had to do though. Mel through the years had experience black outs leading to pieces of her memory to be stolen. She could never explain how it would happen or why but Lise ended up finding a memory strain. Think of the pensieve from Harry Potter, Dumbledor taking that memory out is kinda what the strains look like.

Sam: Are you sure you want to do this?

Mel nodded at him.

Melanie: I have to. We’re running out of time and I need a solution. Sam, you know if I don’t and we run out of time the cycle will just end up repeating. We’ll end up dying and rebirthing…I don’t know about you but I like being Melanie Gabrielle, Baldur. I wouldn’t trade this life time for anything or any of the past lives. Yeah it’s been a rough time but I’d do it over again in a heartbeat. I mean I found my soulmate after all.

Sam smiled at her and took her hand.

Sam: Anywhere you go let me go too.

Melanie: Phantom of the Opera, you remembered. Let’s get going…we’re running out of days.

Sam lead her inside and before they both knew it they were in the office. Dr.Garland sat across from them and Mel blinked.

Dr.Garland: Alright Mel shut your eyes and relax. Hopefully this does work.

Mel does what she instructed and suddenly the past was coming back up.

The light of the fire had made it bright for her. The smell of smoke filled her nose and Mel knew where she was at. Mel felt fear as she walked across the floor carefully, trying not to fall or get hurt. She knew her Uncle was dead and her body was burning. She knew he had made a deal to keep them alive, thanks to the memory strain Lise had found. Mel walked and heard a creaking nose. Mel’s eyes grew big as the floor below her caved in. Mel screamed loudly and fell into the basement.

To her it felt like hours but it was only minutes before she snapped out of her shock. Mel got up and started to walk around again.

Melanie: Hello?

Mel heard a loud and painful scream. No! Not again! She already knew this memory. She wanted out now. She couldn’t go through with it…not again.

Serenity: RUN MELANIE RUN!

Melanie: Let her go!

“I can’t do that!”

Mel could see Lucien standing over their Aunt, knife in hand.

Melanie: Please don’t do this.

The vision distorted and Lucien changed into Anisim.

“Say good bye Serenity.”

But before Mel could react; everything went by fast. Serenity’s body fell to the ground and Anisim fled. Mel screamed loudly and ran over to her. Mel took her into her arms.

Melanie: Hold on please! Please don’t die!

Serenity coughed.

Serenity: Melanie…my dark angel, please watch over your siblings. You’re more important than you know. I believe in you…I love you, stay golden.

This was the first time someone died in Mel’s arms. Mel screamed out in pain.[/color]

Melanie: NO!

Mel grabbed the body and started to drag it with her. Mel knew she had to get out. Mel slowly found the stairs and before she touched the door leading to the outside her back got burnt, leaving the scar. Mel screamed but the adrenaline from it caused her to pull the body to the outside. Once in the middle of the yard Mel passed out.

Lucy: MEL!]

Mel screamed and Sam held her as she came back to them.

Sam: Shh it’s okay, I’m here.

~Part 2: Trying to clear/12 days remaining (NP: “Alex’s theme” From Silent Hill homecoming.)~
Sam and Mel’s hard and shallow breath was loud over the silence… their bodies working hard to climb the rock mount before them and Sam’s let’s out an impatient sigh of annoyance.

Sam: First you wake me at an ungodly hour and now you have dragged me all the way out to the deserts of time. Also, you’re demanding physical exercise from me which doesn’t involve a sex position, what’s going on Mel.

Mel: You’ll see.

That’s all she was able to muster as he continued to follow her up the mountain.

They weren’t far from the top and Mel was completely satisfied with the silence as they had both strained for their breath, but of course Sam had to ruin it. He had always been more than just curious of what was going on in her head especially when she did things in which she didn’t explain; like this one.

Sam: So… are we ever going to talk?

Mel: I have no idea what you are talking about!

Sam: That’s bullshit Mel, and you know it…

Rock kicked away below his feet and tumbled down the hill as he reached forward and grabbed her arm firmly which pulled me back a bit then firmly landing her in place. She froze, unable to turn around. This is one of those situations in which Mel would avoid but when you’re on a mountain the only way is to go down… and at the pace in which she’d need to go; She wouldn’t come out alive.

Sam: Look at me please…

She didn’t want to… just the same as a small child couldn’t bare the look of disappointment in their parent’s eyes when they had done something wrong. She felt uncomfortable, her throat began to run dry and her eyes felt like they were about to cement in to place. Her heart thudded rapidly but it was hard to tell if it was from exertion or from him. Reluctantly however and against her better judgement she turned around ever so slightly so that her body was slightly sideways and she looked at him.

Sam: We can’t avoid it forever, we need to talk about it.

Mel: We’re almost at the top, if we stop now, we’re going to miss it.

She turned back around, slowly trying to escape his grasp and to my surprise he softened his grip and allowed her to continue to trudge the mountain. However, with the sound of his voice and his footsteps he felt at a loss for hope as he climbed the mountain after her. Only taking an additional four minutes they had finally reached the top. Of course the height never had full effect on him, or either one of them until they had reached the top.

It had even left Sam speechless as he looked over the dry plain of sand and small amounts of brush… The sky had a small light to it… and he looked down at his phone which read 5:26am… and shot a curious glance at Mel… she nudged my head towards him and sat down on the rock, using her arms behind her to hold her upright. He took a few long seconds looking at me.

Mel could feel the emotions in his eyes. He may not have expressed them like a gentlemen but he pushed them out of himself like he was trying to envelope me in to a protection bubble; as if he had known Mel allowed herself to be swallowed by darkness… but the hard cold shell on the outside, was not something that one could see through. Not even her siblings, but him on the other hand, although our added time in the past seven, eight years had been brief they seemed to know more about each other and our characteristics better than any other person on this planet.

Finally taking his place beside her; at first placing his arms behind him like she did… his fingers begin to brush over the back of Mel’s head, sending an electric shock up her spine and a tingle all over her body. Mel’s had begun to burn with it, and with a sharp inhale she pulled it away. Maybe this was the ‘bitchy’ side of her.

Sam pulled himself forward after Mel had pulled away and he placed his arms on his knee as he looked over to the sunrise on the horizon…

Mel: Gorgeous isn’t it?

He shook his head at me, as if denying my claim of its beauty. She was a bit shocked, in all the effort she did to drag him out here, to distract both of us from our current life and it’s ‘hecticness,’ he denied the true beauty of what was in front of him and it surprised her. He turned away from the sunrise that had just finished coming up over the horizon and looked deeply in to Mel’s eyes which melted her whole body like butter.

Sam: It’s pretty an all…You on the other hand… are gorgeous…

He did it again, without fail… caused her to fall completely and irrevocably head over heels in love with him. He took a minute to stare at her, leaving Mel in the suspense silence before taking her hand and helping his wife to her feet and gestured for her to lead the way down the mountain. However, as Mel brushed passed him to lead the way, Sam gripped her hand even tighter and whipped her around and in to his arms.

Like a scene from a movie, Mel hadn’t even been able to give a reaction in the amount of time he took to sweep me off of her feet. Sam leant in, brushing the hair from her face with gentleness and he placed his lips against hers rather fiercely and passionately. Mel had melted like butter in his arms, folding in to him like the counterpart to the ying and yang… different but meant to be together.

She had let it all go…

She let my guard down,

Completely…

Mel: Horror…complete horror is what I saw.

~Part 3: Who is he? /11 days remaining (NP: “It’s a life” by: Fozzy )~
Mel and Sam ran down the top of the subway train as fast as they could. They weren’t letting this one go away and the thing they were chasing after was pretty fast.

Melanie: Seriously how is this guy almost as fast as Gabe?

Sam: I have no idea. We have to get him though.

Melanie: Yeah I know Lucy said this guy knows something.

Sam: Sounds like we need to stop holding back.

Mel: Sam we can’t use our powers! There are people down below us.

Mel heard Sam groan from her words. She didn’t blame him at that. The couple had to keep up with the man in front of them and Mel wished Gabe would have come with them.  Gabe’s super speed would have helped but Gabe was at home taking care of his sick son.

Sam: Please tell me you have a plan.

Melanie: In all honesty I don’t!

Sam: Son of a bitch.

The train was going to come out of the tunnel and the couple knew now they’d have an opening. If they missed it all of them would end up getting hurt. Mel turned to Sam and nodded her head. Sam’s eyes turned black and he swiped his hand like he was cutting something. The man went flying to the ground. Mel with a running start jumped and tackled the guy down.

“I won’t talk!”

Sam: Oh you will! I’ll make sure of that.

“Is that so half breed?

Mel’s eyes turned red and it caused the man to scream loudly.

Melanie: Want to say that again?

“No!”

Melanie: That’s what I thought. Now talk!

Mel’s voice echoed.

“Anisim was the one who made sure the boy’s fate was messed with. I didn’t do it but I know the demon who did.”

Mel: Who was it?

Sam could tell his wife was getting angry by the second.

“Goes by the name of Lacroix. He’s a power one at that if he’s able to do that to him. Please don’t hurt me! I swear I was just following orders.”

Before Mel could act, Sam took her off him and muttered in latin. The demon vanished and Mel looked at her husband.

Sam: I wasn’t about to let you level anything. I know if you get to a certain point mass destruction can happen Chaos.

Mel took in a breath after hearing that name.

Melanie: Yeah…you’re right. So we have to find this Lacroix.

Sam: In-

Melanie: We don’t have time! We only have 11 days left.

Mel turned from him with her anger in her eyes. Sam sighed and started to walk after her.

Sam: Melanie we’re going to Canada…do you want to visit Stefan?

Mel had stopped and turned to him. Slowly she nodded and that made her anger vanished. Mel felt maybe now they had a grasp on everything and maybe just maybe she could try to relax. Sam had gotten his car and brought it around. Mel got in and shut the door.

Melanie: I’m sorry.

Sam: Don’t be…don’t be.

~Part 4: Visiting /10 days remaining (NP: “In Loving Memory of” by: Alter bridge)~
Mel found herself in Quebec City again. She knew she’d have to get to Ottawa in the next day but she had to stop and see him. It had been almost a month since he passed but she didn’t care. Mel and the others would always want to see him. Mel found the grave and set down flowers on his grave. She could see some of the others had already been there. Gardena meaning Rachel and Lilac meaning Lucy. Mel placed the roses down. Now it was Uri and Michelle’s turn. Mel read his grave:  

Stefan Lajoie
March 31st, 1992-November 13th, 2015
Loving, brother, uncle, son and Father.

Mel sighed and faked a smile.

Melanie: Hey Stefan, I know it’s only been a short amount of time since we last saw each other but I was here. I mean D2D is in Canada so I wanted to stop by. I wish you were right now to see the smile on your face. To see how proud of you are of me. I know you are already though. I know you, my aunt, my uncle and Tanja and all the others are smiling at me from the afterlives. I wonder if you’re waiting for me…for us or not? I wish I could see you again but that won’t be till my time is up.

Do you remember in November about three to four years ago when the gold rush tournament happen? Man that was hell. Peppy had placed ten of us against each other and I beat all of them. I made history as well; I was the only one to win the respect championship from the gold rush. Yeah I won the Women’s championship from Danni. I mean you remember that…that was a hell of a night too.

Well guess what I could do it again. I beat eighteen others and now I’m facing Mikah for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Of course though Admins love throwing a twist in it. So it’s winner take all and I hear it’s the first for the women. Key word: Heard! I’m not fully sure but I know Stefan what you’d tell me.

“Go out there and kick their asses, remember the championships choose the champ.”

Yeah I still remember that line. It’s stuck with me for years and I’ve said it a few times. It hurts you couldn’t be here to see me win this one. You saw me win the Roulette championship and the other belts but you’re gone…Stefan I miss you and I’m always thinking about you. I thought this was just a dream and maybe I’d wake up and see you still here.

I’m not dreaming.

You’re really gone and it still hurts…

Moving on though.

With Mikah, I have nothing bad to say about her. We used to be in U.Inc together and I never faced her before. I know many of the people in the back dislike her. They want her dead and I can see why. But again I can’t hate someone I don’t know and that I can’t make a judgement on. I mean she’s not Candy Overton who believes that she’s tough shit all of a sudden and she’s not Anisim Seraphina…she didn’t kill anyone. I know that she does have the bitchy attitude but hey if it works for her let her keep going. I mean she reminds me of Rachel in a way…you know she misses you Stefan we all do.

Mel looked at the tombstone and the light in her eyes got brighter.

Melanie: But with that being said if she thinks she’s getting an easy match she’s dead wrong!

I’ve held this belt for a long time and I won’t give it up now. The Bombshell Roulette Championship isn’t as high as the Bombshell Championship but guess what it takes much more guts to hold this. You need to go out there fearless or the stips will consume you like the darkness. These matches can be anything! You can ask people like Keira, Crystal, Mercedes and Amy who’ve had this belt before me. They know these matches do test you. They can see if you can adapt and overcome in which I have shown to everyone that I can. Survival is something that is “programed” into my body and mind. I’m a hunter and that’s no lie. My past haunts me for what all has happened but I use it to change my life and the life of others. I swear to God though if this is a mud match I will freaking rage! Do you hear me!? But I digress.

Mel was yelling at this point. She took a deep breath and continued.

Melanie: Mikah has almost had her belt for seven months. That’s a long time and I remember one person…no two that had a long reign. Levi had my other belt for two years and you Stefan…you had the ECCWF/PWU for over a year and you were the youngest. Yeah Uri will still never let that down even in death.

But Mikah and I…we have pride.

Pride.

Pride… is a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. This company chose its name carefully, deliberately picked for administrations benefit. In its name… it comes their glory. Whatever cashes them the most dope is what boost their own sick and twisted version of morale. Administration is closely related to every single one of its contracts… like a cord on a guitar… only the best musicians will be able to strike that cord with precision and you can bet your ass they are cashing in on all of our tunes. Of course in our turn we get to shine. The best of the best step up and show why they should have belts. Mikah and I have shown that. She’s had the Bombshell title for longer than I have had my Bombshell Roulette title. You got people like Team Hero who stepped up and have the Bombshell Tag belts and as much as I don’t want to say this even Alexis Edwards stepped up to win the Bombshell Internet belt.

I can tell you are gifted Mikah, you have sacrificed years of hard work and dedication to get to where you are now. You were that one in every thousand that walks the line and makes it shine; you make it extremely difficult for anybody to follow in your footsteps. But you see when it comes to my career, I don’t walk the white line Mikah, I carve my own path. Although it may take more work, the reward is much more beneficial and while you cast a beaming light like a curtain over the eyes of your competition… I am that rare red ruby that shines amongst the valley of diamonds. I am not just one in every few thousand but I am that one in a million.

Mel chuckled.

Melanie: I was in your position once Mikah. I had been undefeatable. Wherever I stepped the ground rumbled beneath my feet and the creatures in which surrounded me buried in to the deepest sands of the dessert. Nobody wanted to fall short of me, but everybody wanted to try and be the one to knock me off of my center. I had walked in to countless amount of wrestling promotions since returning back to the ring in  and conquered everything management has sent my way and crushed their company to dust. Every single time I had made it to highest level of rankings in a matter of two short weeks I’d have a championship match.

Everybody falls eventually Mikah and when they fall it is all about how they brush themselves off and get back up. Giving in and giving up are not the options in which you want to consider when you are trying to make a claim at being ‘the best,’ and not wanting to settle for being ‘one of.’

Now I know my career so far in SCW is not nearly half as decorated as yours Mikah, I am well aware in the eyes of the worthy you don’t see me as a threat, I had many others before you claim themselves to be my superiors and that I should stand by and watch as I experience ‘the gifted’ as you like to call yourself. But I’m not the stand by kind of girl. I take action Mikah… and I have seven years of smarts, experience, victories, battles, and wars that out way the one year you have had as a professional wrestler. Don’t down size me because I not only look half your sized but look half as accomplished because like the flash you can quickly lose all that you have strived to become like I did to poor Dorn at UWF by taking their highest belt the UWF Universal Championship from him. Also we can say how I won the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship from Keira Fisher and kept it from everyone since. The toughest things come in the smallest packages and you will see exactly what I mean come D2D. You will feel what it is like to go in to the ring with me and I will be generous enough to allow you enough will power to talk about it in the aftermath just because I respect you Mikah.

Mel smiled.

Mel: That’s what makes me a Champion, the fact that I’m always ready to fight and put the title on the line. The fact I’m not scared to hurt someone, to get hurt, to actually fight in these type of matches and not back down. You say you don’t like this championship so it makes me wonder what it shows on your heart.

Mel heard drums playing in her ear…the heathen call was coming.

Mel:Mikah, you’re stepping onto my grounds and not the other way around. You need to adapt to the challenge at hand. Now do I doubt you? No because I’m not stupid. I know you do pose a threat to my reign like I do yours. And to finish the whole quote: “When it comes to fighting, surviving I don’t play around because this is either kill or be killed. Simple as that and trust me…It’s nothing personal, it’s all business.” And it does stick for this match. It’s just business Mikah, I have nothing personal against you. It is kill or be killed and well I’m not dead yet. I’m still standing and everyone who dares to face me have and shall be taken down. I can’t back down, I can’t stop no matter how much my mind, body and soul hurt. I have to keep going to make things brighter.

Mel’s eyes turn red.

Look into my eyes and I dare you to tell me different. I dare you to prove that I am not ready for this because I know I am ready. I’m ready to stand and win. I’m the hunter and it’s time to go hunting in this match. Just I wonder what fate has instore for our match. For all I know we could be burning, bloody or broken. I promise I’ll take you to the edge of glory with this. Mikah I wish you luck, I do. Again just all business and nothing personal. Get ready for the battle of a life time.[/color]

Mel heard clapping from behind her. Mel looked up and saw Sam smiling at her.

Sam: You’re ready for this and we need to go.

Mel sighed not wanting to leave. Mel quickly tapped the grave; remember what Raymond had said to her. Mel heard an echo flow through her ears and smiled. Mel got to her feet and walked over to her husband.

Sam: You okay?

Melanie: Yeah…it’s all good Sam. I think everything will be fine. All ends well right?

Sam chuckled as the couple leave.

Fade to black.