[No win, no loss? Hey, that was alright with Amber, because Hamid has given her something much more important than a singles win on RAGE. The games official begin as, for Amber, the clock is now ticking. Closer... and closer... and closer, each passing second is inching her towards the most important day since her return. South Texas Deathride. No doubt, there is much to be settled at this event, and some things remain unseen, or atleast unmentioned by Amber. But *I* see things, and clearly I can see that Tyna Hilton has been taking a dip in dark waters, and if she's not careful, she'll go too far out and be in way over her head. And then, she'll be prone for something to come up and snatch her under. But, judging by the direction she's currently headed in.... let's hope the little girl is an excellent swimmer. And Serenity? Well, hell.... it's not even worth talking about anymore. You never know what she might do or say, blah blah blah, all that jazz to make her look tough, but in reality? We can pretty much count on her to avoid doing any real promos, or anything remotely close to real work when it comes time for the match, so what's the use? Don't worry, though, Amber and Tyna will carry the match, the same way they're going to be the only ones carrying the women's division period. Hey, this brings me to the most important part of our little she-war; the viXen Championess title. Ohhhh, have you seen it? She's beautiful... and Amber's got plenty of plans for her. But, it isn't quite time yet, and for now... Amber is going to relax. On the super-sized balcony of her hotel suite, Amber lays in a dark-wooden lounge chair with soft white cushions, soaking in the boiling Texas sun, and, true to southern style, drinkin' iced sweet tea from a straw. The chair is positioned only three feet outside the double balcony doors that lead into her suite, and both doors are standing wide open. Its appears that Amber is talking to someone, but, there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight. Hmm... ] [Amber Michaels]- "It looks like everything is coming along quite nicely, don't you think? Soon, we'll have our house here.... and soon after that, we're going to have a nice, shiney new belt to decorate ourselves with," [Amber grins.] [Amber Michaels]- "Well, mainly me. Its funny, though... there's some people who doubt your Momma, kid. But they won't for long. We'll show them, won't we?" [Amber says this as she gets up to walk to the double doors, and now, just inside the balcony doorway to remain shaded from the sun, we see the person she was talking to. He lays gently swinging back and forth until Amber pushes a button to stop it and unstraps him from the swing. She lifts her eleven-week-old son, laying him against her chest with one hand on his bottom, and the other hand spread across his shoulders and back of his head. She smiles,] [Amber Michaels]- "You don't care anything about it, do you?" [Of course, he doesn't respond in words, but he yawns a little, as Amber gently sways from side to side, like a slow dance.] [Amber Michaels]- "You will one day. Alot of the people roaming around W2K, they claim they're something great. They claim that this is in their blood, that they're meant for it. But you.... you're special." [Amber softly kisses the top of his blonde head. No doubt, he got that from his Mother.] [Amber Michaels]- "Your bloodline is the perfect formula, its flawless... and it's not everyday that people can say the business is born in them. Sure, they gimmick it, and use it up until we've heard it too many times to care.... but not you. One day, you'll have alot to live up to, and just like the men in your family before you, you'll rise to the occasion, showing them all what it is you're made of. And you'll make us proud... won't you?" [She stops, realizing what she just said, and adds;] [Amber Michaels]- "As long as what you're made of isn't yellow-bellied goober like your Uncle Chris. But I think the rest of the genes will even that out. Yes..." [Amber steps out onto the balcony where there is a beautiful view of the city of San Antonio. She remains in the shade, but stands sideways, where the baby faces out towards the world, as if she's showing it to him.] [Amber Michaels]- "Yes, one day, you're going to be King. King of the MSN Circuit... of independent wrestling... of wrestling itself. Especially of W2K. And this, my little prince..." [Now, Amber looks up, and out at the city.] [Amber Michaels]- "This is your kingdom." [As if he's taking a cue from his Mother, the infant's grey eyes- which had been brown at birth, and are still in the process of changing- open up, and in them, you can clearly see specks of blue and green as, even though he surely doesn't understand what she's saying yet, he takes a look at what he's able to see around him.]