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Hadley Harper had done everything in her power to show that she was women's championship worthy, sure she had lost her women's internet championship to someone who would most likely be the next contender for the women's championship but that didn't scare Hadley in the least. She wanted nothing more than to be able to get into the ring to be against Jasmine Stephens, the undefeated women's champion. There was no doubt in Hadley's mind that Jasmine would make damn sure she got the point across that she was undefeated but that didn't mean a thing to Hadley, it didn't have the exact impact that it could possibly have on other much more intimidated women. Hadley in fact wasn't intimidated in the least, she had seen the act before, the highly arrogant woman thinking she's capable of everything and anything fails. Hadley was arrogant, it was true but Jasmine Stephens was a different breed of arrogant. We won't go there just yet though, we'll save that part for later. The thought of becoming the OCW Women's Champion delighted Hadley to no extent. She couldn't wait to be able to hold the gold in her hands and hold it up in the air, look back at Jasmine Stephens and every other woman that failed against her and truely be able to say that she was the best at what she did. There wasn't a doubt in Hadley's mind that people didn't expect her to win. Hadley knew the expectations that people had for Jasmine, they all knew she was good they all expected her to be better than Hadley but the truth was that Hadley had never gotten a shot at Jasmine, Jasmine in fact hadn't had any real competition for quite sometime. No one can even begin to count Jazymnn Amber as talent. Hadley Harper was the new face of OCW, she was the new Teal Moore, or Liz Idol. There wasn't anyone that could say differently. There was not doubt that Hadley had talent, she was one of the only women athletes with talent anymore it seemed, it was between her and Jasmine Stephens though, and this was Hadley's time, her turn to dominate OCW and Jasmine's turn to step down as the reigning champ. She had her spotlight, her run, but it was over. Over because she had come as far as she could and Hadley Harper was not going to let this go easy, she was going to push harder than ever to get what she wanted and surely she wanted the women's championship, maybe more than Jasmine mainly because Jasmine had felt what it was like to be the champion she had gotten the chance to hold it in the air and have people envy her. Hadley had people that envied her but it always helped to have extra motive to make them hate you right? Hadley thought so, she would work her hardest to get that championship in her hands, the future was very bright for Miss Harper and this was just the beginning.

Hadley Harper sat behind her prim desk holding her hands grasped together on top of it. The wood was a darker shade, but not much darker than the tan skin that rested so beautifully on Hadley's body. She looked down at her hands and then back up to the woman that sat across from her. Hadley was dressed in a different way with a more dressy approach. Her purple top glowed when the light caught it right and her golden necklace beamed of the prosperity that Hadley possessed. She grinned slightly before clearing her throat.

Hadley Harper; So Miss Stephens, tell me what you don't like about yourself.

The camera switched it's angle to see a very familiar woman, more so a very close look-a-like to a familiar woman. The woman that sat in front of Hadley was a Jasmine Stephens wanna-be. She situated herself in the extremely comfortable looking chair, her outfit looked almost like something you would see in a trailer park, with a black bra hanging loosely from her white tank top.

Jasmine Stephens; Well, Dr. Harper I'd really like to look different. I mean I know people think I'm hot as hell but I just get this feeling like I look trashy.

Hadley was taken back at first not knowing how to react.

Hadley Harper; No, no you don't...well okay you do a little.

Jasmine nodded her head agreeing with Hadley. Hadley set her hands on the table one on top of the other. She looked down for a second looking for the words to say, she then looked back up to Jasmine.

Hadley Harper; Alright now, tell me a little more of what you want to be like.

Jasmine Stephens; Well for starters I really don't enjoy how I wrestle, I mean I get recognition but really I've never gone up against anyone that matters and I'd really like to be able to beat someone that can actually wreslte, and I mean yeah I beat Liz Idol for that one title...but really she wasn't on her A-game. Then there is always trying to actually know what I'm talking about, cause I have a hard time with that when I'm talking about my opponents, but you'll find that out soon. I don't know I guess I'm just looking to be what I'm not, the perfect diva.

Hadley nodded her head looking as if she understood what the fake Miss Stephens was saying.

Hadley Harper; Yes, yes I understand. So what you're say is that you...want to..well be like..

Jasmine Stephens; Like you! Yes!

Hadley nodded her head happy with the fact that she was on the right track.

Hadley Harper; Well Miss Stephens, unfortunately I can not make you as graceful as amazing and as great of wrestler as I am. It's nearly impossible to beat me at the game of being great, really it is. I mean sure I've seen one defeat and people might think that means I'm bad but really I think that just proves that I'm human. I'm human like everyone else and people should aspire to be that, much like you aspire to be that. Oh..sorry I'm getting off in my own little world there. The point is Miss Stephens, that I cannot change you on the inside and I certainly cannot give you any of the talent that you lack. I can however make you look a little less like a trashy slut, except you're going to have to help with that by changing your complete lifestyle and the way you dress which might be hard for you. Either way though you'll get results.

Jasmine Stephens; But...but I wanna be good..like you.

Hadley nodded her head lifting her hand to try and calm 'Jasmine' as she began to get worked up.

Hadley Harper; I know, but you have to realize that I get girls in here all the time wanting to be something better than they are, but sometimes it's just impossible to do. I mean you are kind of hard to change from what you already are. I mean you aren't horrible dear, but really you don't stand a chance against some real competition. So why do you think that being more like me is going to help you when you probably couldn't even make it work correctly? No offense honey, but you wouldn't be able to be as good as me even if you were me..if that makes sense. I'll say it in simpler terms, you aren't ever going to be better than me. Does that make sense to you.

Jasmine put her head down in distress.

Jasmine Stephens; I know, but I wanted to just be as good as you.

Hadley shook her head taking pity on Jasmine.

Hadley Harper; I know I really do, I understand fully what you're looking for, but for your own good I'd advise you not to continue any further in trying to be me. I mean you would just fail miserably.

Hadley shook her head once again looking down at the paper in front of her that had Jasmine's information. Hadley then lifted her hand reaching over to grab a pen from the jar that was holding them. She started to write something down as Jasmine peered over trying to see what it was.

Jasmine Stephens; What..what are you writing?

Hadley looked up to Jasmine again.

Hadley Harper; I'm just writing a little note to myself. Don't worry about it.

Hadley set down the pen and looked back up to Jasmine.

Hadley Harper; Miss Stephens...I think that we can fix your face..but there isn't much that we can do for your abilities in the ring. I mean nothing can really help you at this point. Hell I don't even know if your face is fixable because..well look at it. You'll never be able to fix your life enough to not be trashy. Don't feel bad about it though, there are a lot of trashy people out there. That's why I'm here actually I want to fix those people and I want to rid every place that I am of them. Which is why I'm always talking about it. There will always be those trashy people that need to be thrown out and I will be here to fix them I will be here to help them start dressing classy, start acting classy and actually start to learn how to stop being so damn slutty. However I feel like you girls just never listen to me so my expertise is almost just thrown to the side and I am left sitting in the dark with no one to actually listen to me. So right now I want you to pay very close attention to my words, because they will not only inform you further on why I became a Doctor of class, but why I don't think you'll ever reach my status. First off, I've basically explained my love for fixing dumb bitches, but really I want everyone to look at women like they have dignity and how can someone that sleeps around and leaves her perfect boyfriend for an asshole have any type of dignity left in her body? I know you ladies say you're just so proud of yourself no matter what your choices, but that's why I'm here to allow you to reach inside and pull out the cold hard facts, you're ruining yourself and the way that people view women in wrestling. Now don't get me wrong here Miss Stephens, I sure as hell am not one of those "tough girls" looking to get rid of the title of diva, because I enjoy that name just as the next girl the only problem is girls like you giving that a bad name and forcing those manly women such as Jazymnn Amber to pretend that diva is a bad word. When truthfully it isn't bad, it's just becoming bad because trashy girls in the pro wrestling business are giving it a bad name. Then you have women like me, women that are trying so damn hard to make the women's divisions better in their federations and I am rising Miss Stephens. I'm rising faster than I expected and surely faster than a lot of people expected. I fully plan to win the women's championship and restore the word 'diva' into a better word than how people view it now. I will be successful because I almost always am. Yes, almost, yes I've lost once. That will be the last time, and for you this will be your first loss.

Hadley cleared her throat quickly giving a quick glance to the pathetic eyes of Jasmine.

Hadley Harper; Deny it all you want my dear, the truth will show through soon enough. Then of course I will explain exactly why you won't be as good as me. You see you think right now that you're the best. You get worked up a lot in the media and with some good reasoning. You have some talent, but nothing more than just some. Cause you see I have a lot of talent, I have the charisma, and the drive. You may have passion my dear because I don't think you can make it in this business without it, but from the looks of it I'd say I have much more of it than you do. That is one reason you will not reach my status. I put my all into every match whether or not it be against a good opponent or a bad one, and trust me it pays off. Cause after every match I know that I went out and I impressed people, cause that's what I do best. You though, you just show up, you don't put anything into it and you certainly couldn't win a match without Shawn helping you out. You may think it's possible but lets turn on Mayhem re-runs sometimes and count the times you've won because of him, I'm sure it'll be more than a couple. It's cute though right? Anyways...I think I've explained enough, now what do you think? Do you understand why I won't...or can't help you?

Jasmine Stephens; Fine..if you won't help me..just fine. So what if you do win the women's championship you'll just lose it to whoever wins the number one contendership, especially if it's Bryclynn!

Hadley snickered a little bit to herself.

Hadley Harper; Oh that's rich, I let Bryclynn slip by me once but I won't bitch about it being a fluke because I'm okay with taking the responsibility for my slip ups. The point is that it won't happen again, people learn from their mistakes and when it would come to the women's championship I would certainly try harder to make sure that I didn't lose another title to that mephitic whore of a woman.

Hadley crossed her arms sitting behind her desk as she leaned back in her chair giving "Jasmine" a glare. Jasmine's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward.

Jasmine Stephens; You suck!

Hadley Harper; Hit me with more of the seventh grade bull Jasmine I would just love to see you and your little friends prance around talking crap about everyone it really doesn't get old.

Hadley's sarcastic tone was obvious she laughed a little to herself seeing that "Jasmine" was getting a little angry.

Jasmine Stephens; Haha so funny.

Hadley Harper; There we go, keep them coming sweetheart I love to laugh.

"Jasmine" was obviously getting very angry as she should have been. Hadley just sat back behind her desk keeping her arms crossed with the smug grin planted on her face. "Jasmine" finally stood up stomping her foot.

Jasmine Stephens; You're not even a real doctor, doctor of class that's just stupid. I mean..

Hadley Harper; Save yourself the humiliation and just leave. I mean you'll be embarassing yourself enough when you get into the ring with me I think you can save yourself right now. Just go.

Hadley pointed towards the door and "Jasmine" looked over once looking back to Hadley and sticking her tounge out. Hadley smiled shaking her head as "Jasmine" left the office. Hadley looked into the camera as she shook her head.

Hadley Harper; It's sad really to see women like her really thinking that they mean something, when they're just a huge lie. I mean it's just pathetic really to see them come in to my office all the time wanting to be made into something good...nothing can help them. Not even this doctor. It's okay though, because I don't need to fix her, or any other diva here, I'll fix everything, when I become the women's champion, and that's a promise.

Hadley smiled her smug little smile as the scene faded out.