TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay!. Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match.   It was Cruise Liner 5713 on it's way back to the Florida coastline. Coming back from the Bahama's was so relaxing and, for a Thursday night in January, the waeather seemed almost perfect. It wasn't too hate but, it wasn't too cold. Perhaps that was because, where we were coming from, the sun was shining, the weather was hot and it felt as though we were in the middle of summer. And, not to sound too cliche, but it really did seem like a Mid-Summer's night dream. As I let out a sigh, my head rested up against the rather plush, fluffy, very comfortable pillows that were along the headboard. I let out a second sigh, rolling over onto my side. A smile was stretched across my face, my eyes were closed, I was in a deep, peaceful slumber...one that, not even a tidal wave could probably wake me up from. Okay, maybe a tidal wave could, but you get the point. Kevin was on the opposite side of me, his arm rested over my side gently as he held me close to his body. We were completely wrapped in each other's bodies in the most cozy, loving of ways, the only thing sheilding anyone from walking in and seeing us in nothing more then our birthday suits, was the blankets that we were lying under. My gorgeous, auburn red hair was pulled back in a messy bun as some strands of hair managed to slip free of the hair tie, resting at the side of my face, rounding my gorgeous face. Even without make up, asleep and with my hair a complete mess, I was still a gorgeous creature. The clock in the room that was next to my end of the bed read three fifteen a.m. on this Thursday morning, just hours after boarding the cruise ship again, to head back to the states. It would take a day and a half to get back to the Florida coastline, so by mid Friday we would be back in the states. And from there, we would drive to Orlando to board a plane and head to Tokoyo, Japan for WGEF's first pay-per-view event of the year; Civil War. At Civil War, I was scheduled to face Angela Stewart, defending my prized Women's Championship belt against her lack of skill and actual talent. Anyone looking in on this match as an outsider -- whether you are a fan or a fellow wrestler -- could easily pick the winner, the final outcome. It was Jeanette Salazar all the way. There is a reason why she'd been nicknamed the Beautiful Phenomenon...and it wasn't because her bed skills were just overly impressive. And, despite the spew of lies that Angela wanted to dish out every chance she could, despite the many...many...many times that Angela made herself look, act and seem like nothing more then a dumb, desparate, ignorant sack of shit...she still failed in making Jeanette look like the weaker specimen in this contest. It was abunduntly clear why Jeanette was a champion...and not just a champion, but a two time champion. It definitely wasn't because of lack of natural ability, talent, skill or anything of that nature. That was the furthest thing from the truth that anyone could say...including someone as ignorant as the self-proclaimed Jamacian Beauty. And, dare we say it but...beauty from wear? Perhaps it's the mess that rests at the top of her head, that hair cut that makes her look like more of a man then Joanie 'Chyna' Laurer and Nicole Bass. Or, maybe it was that stick-figure body that proudly displayed her lack of curve. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because...when she was born and dropped from her mother's hands, she fell upon that tree. You know which tree I'm talking about. The ugly tree. And yes, dears, she hit every branch on the way down. But, we're not here to talk about or focus on the cunts downright ugliness. We're here to focus on her talent -- or lack there of. She'd made it clear that she wanted to dethrone Jeanette of her Women's Championship gold and put a new Queen at the top of the Women's Division. What she failed to realize, was that she was one of many that have tried and have failed to do so. And, just like those in the past, Angela would become just another statistic...another win for Jeanette Salazar. And, the saddest part about the entire situation, their placement on this huge pay-per-view card was pre-main event status and...it was all wasted on the minimal talents that Angela managed to possess. What was her most impressive move on her stats shit? From the looks of it, not a single one. Jeanette was not just a fully trained boxer and yoga instructor, she was skilled in jiu jitsu, kick boxing, martial arts, the "ufc" style of fight...as those three are more commonly referred -- and wrestling. All, of which, played a heavy impact on her match technique and skill in the ring. Not to mention she was trained by the absolute best to be the absolute best. Was Angela Stewart really prepared to face the dragon?...in a matter of speaking, anyway. Well, from all the shit she's been talking, yeah she was. But, in all honesty -- no she wasn't. The girl talked a great game, but when it came to backing that shit up, she was not so good at it. She's had all of four matches, at least...that's as many as I can remember...and out of them all I can remember her definitely winning one; to become the new number one contender. Sure, there may be others inserted here and there but, as far as I'm concerned, that's as far as my recollection can go. Simply because, Angela Stewart isn't worth the time or energy spent, to really take her seriously as a competitor or an opponent. At Civil War, I'd be making her my personal bitch...and that much, I was damn proud of. It was something I would definitely be taking pride in. --------------------------------------------------- The owls cooed peacefully, as the darkness began to fall over the wooded territory. There was an eerie coldness about this area, that made even the spookiest of movies seem so unrealistic, so non-scary...so Seasame Street. And, for whatever reason, the colored eyes of these two, twin-like, very identicle owls had these burning bright yellow eyes. It sent a chill up and down my spine, as I slowly walked the brick paved road, watching my step and my surroundings. The wind blew in hast, that sent my skirt flying up some, but -- of course -- not high enough to show anything. What? Was I Marilyn Monroe?! I don't think so! My hair was split down the center, with a ponytail around each side of my head, red string wrapped around my hair keeping it in place and very light, very delicate curls. My gorgeous, healthy red hair was so long that even the curls couldn't take away in it's length. My eyes scanned the grounds around me, as I continued to walk, holding my little basket close ot my slender, very petite figure. Had I mentioned how scary things seemed, where I was? And the weirdest part of it all, was that I was completely and totally....lost. I had no idea where the hell I was, it definitely wasn't home. "Duchess" I said, as my adorable little black Yorkie -- named, of course, Duchess -- peeked it's little head out of the basket and looked at me, the tail wagging in joy and happiness, as the wind blew again. Each time the wind howled, it seemed to get more and more angry, more and more rough, more and more violent-like. It damn near blew me away, that's how bad it was here. "Duchess...I soooo don't think we're in Kansas anymore" I said, biting down on my bottom lip gingerly, as I continued to look around, walking in a circle, taking in the sights and sounds around me. I shook my head and looked back down at Duchess, letting out a sigh. "What are we gonna do, Duchess? I have no idea where we are and, apparantly, these creeptastic woods don't believe in cell phones because....I totally have no service out here. Like what the hell?! I have Verizon....where are the people? They are supposed to follow me everywhere!" I shouted, an irritated tone behind the words. And, just as I had done that, a fierce, roaring thunder blasted and filled the air. It was almost ground shaking, that's how fierce it was and it sent me jumping into the air -- higher then I ever thought I could. I let out a shriek as the thunder roared a second time, followed by a strike of lighting so bright, so dangerous, so scary....it struck so close to where Duchess and I were standing, that I couldn't help but run towards one of the trees -- despite what we've always been tought, to avoid trees during a lightning and thunder storm. I watched as the tree went up in a blaze of glory...quite literally...my mouth hung open in total amazement, my eyes were damn near hanging out of my eye sockets, held on merely by a single, slender piece of string-like skin. Disgusting image, right? I know! I shook my head in total disbelief as a cackle echoed through the air. And, before I could let out a scream a somewhat slender figured female appeared, as if it were out of the dead of night and came from out of no where. She clutched onto her wooden and straw broomstick, the cackle only seemed to get louder the closer she was to me. Quickly, I ducked behind a rather large, husky tree which covered my very petite body perfectly. I bit my lip, trying desparately to be as quiet as possible. With my index finger, I held it up to my lips as Duchess looked at me, pressing her precious little head against my shoulder, shaking in complete fear...I sent off the signal that it was time for us to be as quiet as possible and not so much as a movement would come from either of us, as we peered at this figure from behind the tree. Her face was covered in a disgusting, puke-green color and she wore a black gown that covered her entire body, from neck to ankle and a pointy black hat to complete the look, with pointy, stiletto black heels. Talk about some serious fashion sense with the shoes, right? But...could it be? Was it she? I thought, in my head as I bit down on my bottom lip a bit harder...the more nervous I became. And then, she turned around. It was her...it was the Wicked Witch of WGEF -- it was Angela Stewart, the green monster that would feast on people who were more talented then she, and would stupidly spew out whatever lie seemed to pop into that puiny little brain of hers. She looked around the wooded area, even the owls had gone into hiding the moment she appeared...she was all alone, or so she thought anyway. "Curse it! Curse that little bitch and her insesient dog too!" Wicked Angela screamed out, as she stood by the tree that was all a-blaaze. "I should've killed her when I had the chance" she said, as she snapped her fingers. And, as if it were magic, the tree that was blazing high went out slowly. There was nothing left of the tree but burn up bark, some old ashes and a lot of sut that would make even the neatest of neat freaks absolutely bonkers. "She's been at the top for far too long, it's time for a new face...it's time for someone knew in her place" she echoed out, as I listened in intently, without stepping out from behind the tree. Imagine, the nerve of some people...a new face? Please. I was everything that the fine people of the county could ever want as their queen. I wasn't about to let some evil, vindictive, brainless, half-wit witch push me aside as if I were nothing more then garbage. Sorry, but I've worked entirely too long and too hard for that to happen...especially not without a fight. I listened in closely, as Wicked Angela began to pace back and forth infront of the charcoled tree. "I must find away to get rid of her" she said, a beaming smile crept over her face. "I've got it" she said, snapping her fingers as if some ingenious plan had popped into her brain...or, what little brain she did manage to have. "I know exactly what I can do to make Jeanette less liked by the people. I will make her seem like the most insignificant person that they have to offer. I will make her out to be stupid, talentless, a nobody. I will cast her aside as if she were nothing more then a stand in for someone as great as I" she echoed, that smile still stretched across her face. "I will do my very best to prove what a failure she is and, in the process, get the people to turn on her" she said, as she tapped the ground with her broomstick. "It's brilliant!" she screamed out, a cackle escaping her slender, wicked figure. "And before you know it, there will be a new Queen to reign over the land...and that Queen will be I, Angela Stewart" she said, as she began to walk towards the brick pavement. "I'll get you my pretty" she said, as she ran down the pavement with such speed...such ferocity that the wind seemed to howl right along with her..."and that little dog tooo" she said, as she flew off into the wind. I shook my head, there was something that I could never explain to anyone. Who would believe me?! They'd all think I was delusional and probably lock me away in the looney-pin for life. No, no....this was a secret I must keep to myself... Slowly, once the coast had been cleared, I came out of hiding from behind the large, husky tree. I let out a sigh and shook my head, starring off into the direction that the Wicked Angela seemed to have disappeared to. "A new Queen eh?" I said, looking down at Duchess. "And, whom does she expect to be my replacement? Her? I think not. These people would see right through her like a see-through dress. They'd see clear through that chocolate and puke-green skin color she has and right to that black heart she owns. They know who their rightful Queen is, who their true Queen is. A Queen that they can be proud of and that Queen is me" I said, as I held my head up high in a bit of a self-righteous way. "Come Duchess, we have an evil bitch to stop, and we haven't got much time" I said, as I began walking down the brick paved road, following in the same direction that the Wicked Angela once flew down. "If it is a fight that she wants, then it is a fight for my spot as Queen that she will get. And when it's all said and done, I will still be the Queen that the people can be most proud of....and she will cower away...back into the back burner where she belongs. And where she will remain, for the rest of her pathetic, useless days" I said, with a smle across my face. And together, Duchess and I worked our way down the brick path, in an attempt to find the Wicked Angela and stop her wrath of vengence and jealousy before anyone could be hurt -- most importantly, me. The further into the woods that I walked, the more eerie things would become. They would become darker, gloomier...more scary. The wind even seemed to blow at a more rapid, fierce pace, which sent chills up and down my spine. As my heels tapped against the brick pavement, I walked carefully, ensuring that every step I took was a safe one. I wouldn't want to fall into a trap....a trap set by the Wicked Angela. That was the last thing I need, for her psychotic ass to hold me hostage in order to achieve the one thing she wanted. Desparate times call for desparate measures, sometimes...and you could easily tell that Angela Stewart was a desparate woman. The way she talked, the way she acted. This fake, bullshit persona that she seemed to display was more annoying then it was realistic. No one ever believed a single word that managed to escape her lips, let alone did they buy into this silly propaganda that she was buying. She wasn't some tough Jamacian Rhianna wanna be. She wasn't hip, she most certainly wasn't cool and definitely didn't send a cheap scare to anyone. Her attempts in out bitching me were laughable at best, considering her child-like brain could barely even put together -- or format -- a decent, understanable sentence that made even the least bit of sense. But, that is exactly how Angela worked. No one understood her, no one really gave a damn about her. Her walking out of Civil War as the new champion were very slim chances...very, very slim. Angela's personality, her vibe, everything about her was fake. She was nothing more then a phony, trying entirely too hard to be cool and seem like she's actually worth a damn. Anyone with real talents, with real skill could see right through her though. Hence why I didn't bother to even break a sweat, going into this match. It was in the bag, simply put. I was champion for a reason, and I wasn't about to let someone like Angela Stewart walk out with my gold wrapped around their waist, only to tarnish the reputation that I worked so hard to give the division, to give the belt and to create for myself. My legacy was only beginning to be written, hers...well, her's hadn't even started...and at Civil War, nothing would change. Nothing. Well, almost nothing...nothing but my win/loss record and my annoyance level for stupid, ignorant and annoying people. People like Angela Stewart. Obviously, speach and english were not her best subjects in school. Nouns, adjectives and verbs don't make a champion? Umm, sure, okay sweetheart. And I guess being an overbearing ass with the mental fortitude of a sexually inadequate man does? Hmm, or maybe the way that you managed to work over my crowd, work into my ring and try and get my fans to turn against me? And then she wonders why people laugh at her, around her, regarding and/or about her? Whether it's to her face or behind her back, she's become Ivy Stratus...in the sense that she is merely the laughing stock of WGEF. "Duchess" I said, as I let out a sigh, looking around the wooded area "Wicked Angela must be pretty fucking delusional if she really thinks that she can dethrone me. I mean, it's me we're talking about...not Ivy Stratus. She really has to be a damn dumbass to think that I'd just roll over and be her little lap dog and give her my throne. A throne that I busted my ass, day in and day out, to get. A throne that I have poured my entire heart into claiming as my own, into bring prestige and honor to. And to have someone that can barely tell the difference between her ass and a hole in the ground try and take it from me, say that she's gonna take it from me...well, it actually kind of tickles me. I mean, I appreciate her self-confidence and I definitely appreciate her trying, but that's as far as it'll go for her. Is trying. She'll never be good enough to dethrone me, let alone take my place or do half the kick ass job that I've done as the Queen. See, there is a reason that those people put me in that position, and it's because I was the best, most qualified person to fit the job criteria. I was...and still am...a fucking animal when it comes to getting what I want, proving people wrong and making sure that people remember who not to fuck with. I didn't earn the reputation of being a phenomenal woman because I'm beautiful...nor did it come because I picked a piece of paper out of a rabbit's had and gave myself that great title, that great accomplishment. It's because I earned it. I earned it by facing off against people like her, and beating them within an inch of their pathetic lives. I earned it by being the fucking best that the world has to offer and I earned it by simply being me. Not some made up, fantasy bitch that she's trying so hard to be. Of course, one thing that really does play in my favor, is her stupidity. Comparing me to George W. Bush? Are we serious? Okay, so...should someone remind her that, until Tuesday he is still the President of the United States...and not once but twice elected? Was he the best President? Actually no, he was the worse. In fact, I bet people were probably wishing they were  having to deal with Ronald Raegan as opposed to G-Dub right now. But, what can ya do? Now, if she's comparing my Queen Status to that of the President's status then, thank you. I knew I was awesome but President? Wow! Although, knowing her stupidity and logic, I doubt that's what she was meaning to do" I said, as I rolled my eyes, looking back down at Duchess, who was still resting in the basket. "What she was trying to do -- I think, anyway -- was say that I was as dumb as G-Dub. And what would merit her to say that? Gee I wonder. Because, ya know, I always stumble over my words and sound like a total ass. I always give away money  at random and tell people it's a gift, only to have it taken back a year later and say it's a loan. Oh yes, I do that all the time. Didn't you get your notice, Duchie?!" I said, looking at her in a very sarcastic sort of way. "Really...so not only did Angela fall off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, but she managed to land on the thorny bush of stupidity and she still has that thorn up her ass. Well, I'm certainly not going to take it out. I am actually finding her idiot-like comments to be somewhat amusing. I mean, it's obvious the girl's talking right out of her ass. That much anyone can tell. But, what makes her act more comedical, is the fact that she actually thinks people cares about what she says. Really Duchie...do you care?" I ask, looking at her as we continue walking down the path...heading towards my kingdom. "Exactly. Angela, she's the worst kind of idiot. She's a walking, talking, breathing idiot. At least, for now she is. But once I get a hold of her, I'll ring her scrawny little neck and leave her gasping for air...with only enough life left in her, to beg for forgiveness and admit her loss...her loss to yours truly...the reigning Queen. La Reina" I said, with a confident smirk on my face. And finally, the eerieness of the woods seemed to disappear as I came to the end of the brick paved road that was the woods and onto the same brick paved road, but in a much lighter, more cheerful area. Flowers blossomed, sun shined and birds chirpped in a happy sense. But, alas, it was only to be short lived. Overhead, over my kingdom, a storm was brewing...and it was a storm that was being constructed by the evil, vengeful, Wicked Angela...in hopes that I'd never show my face in my Kingdom again. In hopes that the woods would devour poor little me, and thus leave her to rule over the kingdom that I helped to recreate. Well sweetheart, hate to burst that little bubble but, my time as the Reigning Queen is no where near being up. Wicked Angela was in for a rude awakening...was what ran through my mind as I pushed open the gates to my Kingdom. I looked at Duchess in the basket, as she barked towards the evilness that was beginning to unravel over my kingdom, the people were all running a muck, attempting to get away from Wicked Angela before she could bring any harm to them. And there she stood...wicked, wicked Angela. She had a sinister smirk on her face and very mean, ugly, bright yellow eyes filled with rage, with jealous and with anger as she starred down at me, the reigning Queen. "You" she screamed out, pointing in my general direction. I stood there, my eyes closing in on her as I proudly stood my ground, standing up to her wicked, villainess powers. "Exactly, me" I replied back, with confidence. "Did you really think that you could get rid of me that easy, Wicked Angela? Did you really think that tossing me into those woods, that someone....that thee Queen....wouldn't be able to find her way back?" I asked, as I circled the grounds, walking closer to Wicked Angela. "You were wrong, Angela. Oh so very wrong. My heart belongs to these people, my passion and my amazing reign feeds off of their survival, their needs, their wants...I continue to proudly reign for them. What do you have to offer, that could be any better then what I have offered" I asked, as I starred down at her. She couldn't respond because she knew, there was nothing she could offer the people that would make her better then I. Simply because, I was the fucking best. "Exactly, Angela. You have nothing to offer these people that would make you better then me. Because you are not better then me. Because you are that, Angela...a nothing. A nobody...a no-named zero. Your cheap scare tactics and your pathetic ruse of a bitch persona have only gotten you this far and, lucky enough for you, it's as far as you will ever go. In this line of work, in this business, I am thee best, the epitome of greatness. I personify the words talent and awesome and you, Angela, are like the gum on the bottom of my Gucci heels. No matter how much I pick at it with a stick, trying so hard to get it off...it just won't come off. Your double mint ass needs to realize, though, that you've latched yourself onto one person that you simply cannot beat. That you could never compare to, not even on your best of days and my worst. I am the reigning fucking Queen for a reason, and that reason is simply because, I've got the qualifications to put me there and keep me there. You're nothing more then a wannabe, a loser, a pathetic little girl lost in the big bad world that's about to devour her into teenie, tiny little pieces. Hundreds of 'em, in fact. Well, Angela, your time is up. And now, it's time for me to take back my Kingdom, to bring peace and tranquility, joy and pride back into these people's lives. And to rid the world of scum, loser ass bitches like you!" I said, as I flung my arm back. As I'd snuck around the fountain that seeemd to be the center piece in the middle of the town, I managed to grab hold of a dagger. And with all of my might, I sent that dagger straight into the black heart of Wicked Angela Stewart. She let out an ear piercing scream, as she clutched the dagger and her heart tightly. Dropping to her knees, I could sense her power over the kingdom, over the people was beginning to weaken and at a rapid pace. I approached her, as she sat on her knees in pain, blood beginning to trickle down her body as the black cloud over the town began to slowly fade into sunshine and blue skies. "You were never and will never be on my level, little girl. You will always be ten rungs below me, and nothing you say or do can or will ever change that. My wrath, my reign and everything involving me will forever be embeded in these people's minds as the fucking best. It is scum like you, that make females like me...females with talent and with skill...and with the real attributes to make the townspeople and the throne prideful and actually worth a damn...it is scum like you that make females like me cringe in agony, for having to deal with you" I said, as I drove the dagger deep into her black heart, her scream was let out one more time, as her powers began to really fade away now, as was the life that remained in her. "May you rot in hell, Wicked Angela...in the firey, depths of hell where you belong" I said, as I shoved her wicked carcass to the ground. And, as she lie there on the ground, a smirk stretched across my face, starring down at her. "I am thee fucking Queen, bitch...and you will never be me" were my last words to her, as I brought my foot up and kicked the dagger even more deep into her, which seemed to be like putting the final nail in the coffin. As she gasped, inhaling and exhaling her last breath, the power she held over the town and it's people faded away to complete nothingness, and her lifeless body lie there, at my feet. Those that managed to witness greatness in it's truest form, clapped and applauded my efforts, as I looked at them. A celebration ensued, to celebrate the final defeat of Wicked Angela, as I reclaimed my rightful place in the throne...as thee Queen. --------------------------------------------------- And with a deep gasp, I leaped up to a seated position as my breath became heavy and staggered. I held the balnkets close to my body, keeping them from sliding off so that nothing was revealed but my bare back. Using my free hand to move a few strands of stray hair out of my face, I looked around at my surroundings, letting out a few breaths realizing; it was nothing more then a dream. I looked to one side of my body, noticing the time read a quarter 'till five in the morning and I shook my head. "Jesus Chris, that was weird as hell and it's way too early to be up" I said, as I let out a sigh. Looking to the other side of me, was Kevin with his arms still tightly wrapped around my side. He gently pulled me back down ot the bed and in closer to him. I closed my eyes and drifted back off into a deep sleep, a smile on my face as I lie, waiting...counting down the final few days left before I got the grand opportunity of kicking Angela Stewart's throat in.

TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay! Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. It was half past the hour on this somewhat warm Sunday afternoon in Orlando, Florida as Kevin and I patiently waited for our flight to begin boarding. "Flight 635 from Orlando to Tokyo is now boarding" the voice over the pa system said, as people -- including myself and Kevin -- began rummaging through our luggage, grabbing boarding passes, passports and what on-flight items we could bring. And like a heap, a line began to quickly form at the booth and gate to board the plane. Waiting for Flight 635, it seemed like it would never get there and finally, it did...finally, we were ready to go...finally, I would be in Tokyo and ready to kick some stupid bitch ass...that stupid bitch known to the world, better, as Angela Stewart. With a sigh, Kevin and I held each others hands gently, as we walked to the line. By the time we'd gotten there, the line wasn't quite that long...it was after we'd gotten in line, that things began to get more chaotic. Security, of course, was there to assist in any way that they could, and keep things as orderly as possibly. Within a matter of minutes, people began pointing in the direction of myself and Kevin, obviously recognizing who we were. Neither of us really minded the attention or the 'celebrity status' that had become our lives. We'd sort of gotten used to it all by now. As we paced the line slowly, inch by inch getting closer to having our tickets taken and being allowed to board, fans came over wanting to take snap shots and get autographs. People behind us seemed to get annoyed, growing weary that they were about to be on a plane with celebrities...and no one ever really liked that. It was an awesome story to tell people, to say you sat next to, in front of, behind or somehow remotely close to a celebrity...but it was quite the pain to have to wait as people snapped photos of them, got autographs and the like. Oh well, guess some people will just have to learn how to deal. Me, I had a smile on my face the entire time as I posed with kids, taking pictures and signing autographs...including some chicks size double d boobs, which she proceeded in flashing -- yes, she had a bra on, perverts -- to her boyfriend that was standing close by, so that he could snap a picture of her boobs and Jeanette and Kevin's autographs that were across them large monkeys. She even took a picture with Kevin and I, showing them bad boys off, pointing at the autographs...for memories sake, of course. The funny thing about these two was, they too were on their way to Tokyo for two reasons; one to see the WGEF pay-per-view; they'd apparently wont some tickets, an all expenses paid trip to see it live, from a radio station in local Orlando...and two, to enjoy and celebrate their recent nuptials. The more we talked to the nice couple, the more laid back and easy going they'd become, the more friendly they were, the more normal they seemed...they'd apparently gotten married the night before at a chapel in the air port...they'd eloped, simply because neither of their parents would condone or accept the fact that they were madly in love and wanted to be together, no matter the costs. In fact, neither of their parents even knew about the marriage or the chapel ceremony...and they wouldn't until they got back from Tokyo, when all of their belongings were safely in the apartment that they were moving into, together. I guess, sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures. Angela Stewart can easily relate to that one, seeing as she was pulling out every desperate plot that she could, in attempts of dethroning me as the champion. Sadly for her, her attempts wouldn't amount to a single damn thing, because...after Civil War, I'd still be walking out the WGEF Women's Champion. The stewardess finally took our tickets, checked our boarding passes and passports and we were finally allowed on the plane. Kevin and I clutched hands, smiling at one another as our happiness seemed to just drown the rest of the world out, almost indefinitely. We were taken to our seats, first class all the way baby, and seated. Kevin took our belongings and placed them all in the over head compartment, closing it and making sure it was securely closed and safe, so that none of the stuff would fall out and injure someone. That was the very last thing he or I ever wanted. After everyone was situated, seated and the doors to the plane were closed, the flight attendants proceeded in showing everyone the exits, how to use the breathing machines...if they were ever needed...how to buckle the belts and, just as quickly as the lesson had begun, it ended and we were off. Three....two....one....and the plane roared off the ground, into the air. We were on our way to Tokyo and in a matter of hours, we'd land and I'd get the excitement of kicking some ass and adding another name to the long list of people that have fallen victim to me and all of my greatness. It was totally exciting, I couldn't be happier. Once we were in the clear, Kevin rose to his feet and reached into the overhead compartment, pulling out the laptop that my parents had gotten my for Christmas. It was a new one, seeing as my old one was totally out of date and in desperate need of a change. He handed it to me and I took it out of it's protective bag, setting it up on the tray table and, like so many things these days, used the wi-fi connection to log on to WGEF.com. I'd promised fans -- and Trish and Kaylee -- to be the very first in the company to ever do a live broadcasted blog on WGEF.com via webcam and microphone...things that had all been automatically installed in my new, nifty laptop computer...and all from in the air, aboard Flight 635 to Tokyo, Japan. Pretty cool to be given such a great assignment like that. Once things were loaded up and everything began to calm down in the First Class area, I'd began my little blog, my hair was pulled back in a messy bun, yet it still looked very sexy, in a way. I wore a thin strapped, black and pink wife beater top with a heart and wings on the center of it, and the words 'Angelic Heart' in the center of the emblem. For bottoms, I wore a pair of black and pink Juicy Couture sweatpants that seemed to match the pink and black wife beater top...the same emblem on them as there was on the shirt...only, the back of the pants, across the ass read 'Juicy' which, Kevin seemed to like and totally agree with. Here. My make up was done very lightly, the only part that really was given much attention, were my eyes as they had the usual black eyeliner and mascara and dark eye shadow that really made my natural eye color -- that gorgeous hazel-green I was blessed with, that was a very, very rare thing -- jump out at you. It's one of the many things Kevin adored about me...my passion-filled eyes. With a smile, I crossed my slender legs under the tray table and proceeded in greeting the world for my live web broadcast. "Hello proud WGEF fans, this is pretty exciting" I began, with a smile on my face. "I get to be the very first person in WGEF to ever do a live web blog broadcast and guess what y'all...I'm in the skies on my way to Tokyo for Civil War" I said, as I turned the lap top from me to the window, so that people could see the clouds roll by as we flew. "Isn't it absolutely gorgeous?" I said, as the laptop still faced the window. "Well, it really is and I'm sure if you guys were in this seat, you would totally agree with me" I said, with a smile, as I brought the lap top back into it's original position and back to facing me. "But, that's not what this is about. This is about my match in Tokyo, this Sunday at Civil War. You see, I am scheduled to face Angela Stewart and boy has that girl done it. She's really begun to irritate me, ya know...constantly running her mouth about stuff that she simply doesn't know and couldn't understand, even if it were explained to her in an idiot-proof book. Well, Angela, say hello to your fucking wake-up call" I said, as my smile began to slowly disappear. This was all seriousness now, no more fun and games. "It would seem as if those of us with skill, with talent and with the actual brain power to get through situations like this...it seems as if we are of a rare source these days. I mean, obviously last night was a bit awkward for me, having finally received the video package for my match against Angela Stewart and, I must say, the woman's got no idea what she's getting herself into with me. With every word that she's said, with every move that she's made, she's all but actually said -- or proven -- my point, that she is a complete and total ignorant ass woman" I said, taking a deep breath as my attention turns from the webcam on my Dell Laptop to the window of the plane, starring out of it, watching the clouds roll by. "She's really managed to put her big foot in her mouth this time, people, I mean seriously...she's gone off on a wild tangent, comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, making some wild ass proclamation that we are of the same breed of stupid, that we look alike and God knows what else. Angela, do me a couple of huge favors. A) stop smoking crack sweetheart, this is probably the single most important favor that I could ever ask you to perform for me. Lay off of it, learn from Whitney Houston; crack kills. And, you most certainly cannot afford to lose any more of the few puny little brain cells you actually do have left. B) Try picking up a laptop...finding a computer...going online and taking a little gander at some information about yours truly. Don't just run off at the mouth, thinking that, with each sentence you format together, it'll actually make sense to those of us in the world with brains. The only person that any of your shit makes sense to right now, is you. Not even Robert Levvy could understand what the hell you were trying to say, that was fairly obvious when he kept looking at you with that wide-eyed 'is she serious' look on his face. You not only managed to confuse the fuck out of him, but out of everyone that was forced to listen to your ramblings. As I said to Kevin days ago; the ramblings of a desperate woman. And that, sweetheart, is exactly what you are. Desperate. You want so badly to be me, to be just like me; to be a multi-timed champion, to be adored and respected by the fans, the people, our fellow co-workers, that you'd do just about anything to get that attention, that glory. Sorry darling, see, I'm a bit of a glory hog and, I'm not going anywhere. You put up a good fight, I'll definitely give you that one, but it just wasn't good enough. You're just not good enough. Haven't you learned by now, that there's a reason people adore me, why they picture me as the epitome of female wrestling perfection. Haven't you learned why they fear me? Why I'm so respected, so adored, so looked up to and viewed as one of the best fucking wrestlers this side of the equator? Haven't you learned why I am the WGEF Women's Champion...twice over now. If you haven't learned, then you need to, and fast. You see, little girl, it's because of the likes of you, that a woman of prestige and honor needs to hold the Women's Championship belt, and that is exactly why this belt, it ain't going anywhere. Especially not into the grubby little cheap paws of someone like you. Now, I normally don't do or say things like this because, well, I know how it feels to be underestimated, to be told you simply cannot do something. But, in this instance, it's not only me that's saying it, sweetie...it's everyone in the company, everyone in the world. You're heart is twisted, you're world is twisted and you'll turn yourself into whatever it is that twisted those two. But the one thing you won't do, the one thing you can't do; is beat me...is take my Women's Championship belt. There are no if's, and's or but's about it, I am the champion for a reason. And, simply put, it's because I am the best. I've poured blood, sweat, tears and time into this belt, into this company, into this division and to have someone the likes of you, with the brain skill of a two year old and the talents of a goony, try and take all of that from me? Oh no, no, no...it's simply not going to happen. Losing to you is not an option for me, not even in the slightest of ways. However you losing to me, well, that's the only option you've been left with. It's the only option that you have. You need to learn, Angela, that to be successful in this business, it's not about how much shit you can talk or how high you rank on my annoyance scale and, for you, that's pretty damn high. It's the amount of talent and natural ability you possess...it's about using that talent, that ability to take the world by storm and turn it into your own personal playground. That's exactly what I've done. WGEF has become my own personal little playground and you're nothing more then another toy for me to destroy. And, trust me love, I will be destroying you at Civil War. Our match -- this belt -- is far too important to me, to have someone the likes of you come in and swoop out some cheap ass, lucky victory over me. Who the hell do you think you are?! Ivy Stratus?! I think not, darling" I said, licking my lips, my focus was back on the webcam again. The normal, jolly me that people are so used to seeing had been wiped clean on this day, I was more serious then I ever had been before. "I'm not sure you quite understand how this world works, in all honesty. Comparing me to hookers, to presidents, to tramps on the street, to jailbirds...none of that matters. None of that has an effect on me and, do you want to know why? Because, as entertaining as you think it is, it only proves the point that you are a complete and total dumbass. You're like the Uber Dumbass and that's entirely too sad for words. The only thing you've actually managed to do, is wake a sleeping dragon, and that does not bold well at all for you. In fact, it's pretty damn bad, for you. No one in this company has seen me pissed off, has seen that hardcore, brutal side of me because I haven't let them. I, personally, like that side of me, because it extracts even more fear in my opponent...or opponents, no matter who they might be. It sends a chill up the spines of those that have to face me in the future and it reminds them that, in this game, there is no one better. The only reason I've never shown that side of me before, is because I've had no reason to. I've managed to beat damn near every opponent I have ever had, with great ease...without breaking a sweat. And you are no different. You'll go down faster then a two dollar hooker and, by the end of the night, you will be my bitch. The only difference between this match and any that I've had before it, is that this time...I may have to do some serious soul searching before hand, to truly decide if I want to let you voluntarily walk out of the match, or be wheeled out involuntarily. And, the way things are going right now...right this minute...I'm more likely to go with the better of the two, and have them wheel your broken, battered, bruised and bloodied carcass out of that ring...out of my ring. Don't you know you're like a pawn in my game...in my world. And yes, Angela, what I said before is exactly true. You are a spot filler. That's all you've ever been, that's all you'll ever be. Don't wanna believe me? Quiz anyone that might come in contact with you between now and the match...ask them if they remember any of your matches; any of them, outside of this one and the one against Ivy. I can guarantee you that every single person will say the same shit...like a broken fucking record. You know, kind of like what you've been this entire week, every time you've opened your mouth with regards to me and this match; a broken record. All of their answers will simply be 'I don't remember' and, that's because they really don't. No one even knows who the hell you are and, as happy and proud as that seems to make you right now, it's fucking sad. Damn fucking sad. You want to be the Queen of WGEF, you want to be the champion, you want to be at the top of this division yet, no one even knows who the fuck you are. And you're proud of that? Really? And I thought Ivy Stratus was a complete mo-ran! She's like a fucking genius, when compared to the likes of you, Angela" I said, with an irritated sigh escaping my lips, as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You know, I think I might've actually been wrong about you. You're not a dumbass; you're worse then a dumbass. You epitomize the word retarded...and that is not something to be proud of. You are the very core of what a real, true-to-life retard is and that's not a compliment coming from me. You are the very bane of the women's divisions exsistance and that, simply put, is because you are far worse then any female currently signed to the WGEF Roster; including Ivy. At least when Ivy won this belt, people knew who the hell she was. Granted, that's because she shares the same last name as another infamous Stratus, a name that is synonomous with wrestling; Trish. But even without the last name, she still has more fame and popularity then you do or ever will. This right here, this match...all of this" I said, making a circle with my finger to kind of signify the "this" in that sentence "this is all the fame you will ever get. That's it. Your fifteen minutes is up, sweetie...at Civil War, you'll get your ass handed to you on a silver platter ala yours truly, moi...I will once again retain my championship belt, proving exactly why I am the top bitch in the company...and you will fade back to that same non-existent factor you were before this match. You will go back to being a spot filler, a nothing, a nobody. You will go back to facing the newbie’s of this company, all of which become bigger and better stars then you. This match is your one and only opportunity to really prove yourself worthy in this company and this industry and sadly, you've fucked up...you've failed. And, as long as I am around, you will never be me, you will never be like me, and you most certainly will never compare to me" I said, as I leaned back in the seat some, the airplane was pretty quiet, as the flight attendants began handing out drinks to the passengers. I let out a sigh as Kevin reached out and got his water and the Sprite I had ordered for myself. Mmm, sprite...so damn good. "I've been placed on a fucking pedestal for a reason, girl, and that's because I've earned it, I deserve it. You on the other hand, deserve nothing more then for me to shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll have toes for teeth and you'll be spitting shoe laces for a month straight. My gorgeous size Six Gucci Stiletto heels will be so far up your ass, that your breath will reek of original, authentic Gucci sandal. I'm not about to give in to whatever little twisted piece of shit story, theory or game it is that you're trying to play. It's all a pathetic rouse to get the best of me and, hunny, you're not even worth my best. Hell, you're not even worth my worst. But, at Civil War in Tokyo, Japan, you will get my best and my worst, you will get your ass kicked and you will have my name permanently tattooed on your ass with the words 'My new bitch' underneath it. At Civil War, I'll bury you alive if I have to, I will plow through you like a train over a tanka truck...and it'll bring me nothing but pure joy. Hell, from what I've read...from what I've seen...from the e-mails I've gotten from fans, from friends and family, from people that we work closely with, it'll bring them joy too. To see someone finally -- and hopefully permanently -- shut that hole in your face. My task right now, is to kick your ass. It's not even about the title anymore, I just want to beat you within an inch of your life...beat a little sense and respect into you. Give you a long-lasting lesson on just why the fuck I have been named the best this company and this business has to offer. It's not because of some bogus shit, girlie, and it's damn sure not because I'm related to some famous somebody in this business. I am a first generation starlette and that's something I am damn proud of. This legacy that I'm creating, it's all my own. My own hard work, my own time, my own energy went into creating it and I'm not about to let someone with the severe lack of talent like you, damage that legacy...tarnish it in any way, shape or form. You've got to be one damn dumb broad if you think, even for the smallest of seconds, that you've got what it takes to beat me. Right now, I'm like a fucking huntress and you are my prey. You're like a sitting duck in a pond that I often devour up and, this Sunday will be no different...Civil War will be no different. I have every intention on going out there, defending my belt, kicking your ass, retaining my belt and then further proving why I am the best of the fucking best. Why I am the WGEF Women's Champion. And Angela, if I were you, I'd really rethink my approach going into this match, because you'll need a lot more then the trash you've been talking, to beat me. A hell of a lot more. That's fairly obvious and clear. And, after I kick your ass, I'll move on to another overbearing, talentless, worthless bitch; Adalyn Raine. A girl that had her opportunity at glitz, glory and glamour and failed....just like you'll fail at Civil War, Angela. So, consider yourself StarrStamped because, at Civil War, that'll be the last time you ever even get to look at my belt, let alone go after it or touch it. And that, dear one, is a promise that I am for sure I can keep" I said, with a cocky smirk. "Good luck Angela, you're the one that's going to be needing it, not me" I finished, as I closed the lid to my laptop. I still had a smirk on my face as I brought my cup of ice cold sprite up to my lips, taking a sip gently. Kevin and I embraced in a quick, very subtle yet very passionate kiss, as we turned our attention to the movie that was playing in first class on the flight...and, funny how the movie that was playing was Just My Luck with Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine. Imagine...the irony of it all.

TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: To end an amazing series, that'll lead to yet another victory fot the lovely Miss. JeanieStarr! Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. The ringside area lights go completely out, as an opening beat begins to play. After around fifteen seconds of the beat playing, the sounds of Danity Kane's "Flawless" is heard booming from the public address system, as multiple spot lights begin to randomly go off on the stage. Emerging from behind the black curtain, is the gorgeous auburn haired beauty, which sends the entire arena packed full of people, into a major uproar. I walk out onto the stage stopping right at the edge of the stage, before walking onto the ramp. With a smile on my face, I bend just slightly, blowing a kiss to all the fans in attendance at tonight's event, my WGEF Women's Championship belt wrapped snuggly around my slender waist. Standing upright, I begin to slowly saunter down the ramp, swaying my hips in a very natural way, as I head down from the stage to the ring, stopping to shake and slap the hands of some of the fans on my way down. "Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring from San Juan, Puerto Rico...she is the current WGEF Women's Champion...thee Beautiful Phenomenon...Jeanette Salazar!"the ring announcer, Kelly Young, says, as I move down the ramp staging towards the ring. As I get closer to the ring, I head up the steel steps, and go directly to the center of the ring apron, standing there for just a few minutes, before turning so that my back faces the ring and the front of my body faces the stage. I quickly unsnap the belt from around my waist, holding it up in the air for the crowd in attendance to see, before placing it on the ring apron between my feet, a smile proudly etched onto my face. Extending my arms along the top ring ropes, I grab a hold of them, planting one of my feet firmly on the bottom rope, using the other to push me up and over the ring ropes, doing a perfect back flip into the ring. The crowd, still cheering loudly for me in unison, snap pictures as I land on my feet inside the ring, with a smile on my face. Bending just slightly, I grab my championship belt and slowly walks further into the ring. Throwing my hands into the air, I go to the back right turnbuckle, climbing to the middle ropes and blows the crowd yet another kiss, before extending one of my arms out and doing a little chest shimmy while the other holds my championship belt into the air proudly, which seems to be a crowd pleaser. Jumping down from that turnbuckle, I then travel to the front left turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope and repeating the actions, the crowd pop seems to be just as big on this side as it was for the other. With a smile on my face, I jump off the turnbuckle, placing my championship belt over my left shoulder, and head to the back of the ring, requesting a microphone form the ring announcer. Taking the microphone from Kelly Young, the crowd was still in an uproar for their favorite WGEF Diva, as I let a simple smile stretch across my gorgeous face. Slowly, I brought the microphone up to my luscious lips, which seemed to somewhat calm the crowd down...at least, calm them enough so that I could speak. "Wow" I start out saying, with a smile on my face. "Thank you so very much for the warm welcome. I absolutely adore it here in Tokyo" I said, as the crowd errupts in an uproar of cheers and claps. Cheap pop eh? Mick Foleyism at it's finest, haha. "But, in all seriousness, it's time to get down to some business. Now, I'm sure that all of you are well aware of what's going on tonight; Civil War. The very first pay-per-view event of the year for WGEF and what better place to host it, then here right?" I ask, as the crowd cheer again, which makes me smile even more. "Now, as amazing as it is to be here, there is something that is going to be even more amazing tonight, and that is my Women's Championship title match that's scheduled for later tonight. Afterward, of course I will sit with my hunnybun Kevin, and some very close friends completely glued to the monitors backstage -- including the newly married Mrs. Tapanga James -- as we watch her husband Dylan go up against my best friend, Chris McKenzie. Now, if that room wasn't going to be filled with any more awkwardness, just add to that fact, that I'll be holding onto my Women's Championship still, a title that she once held...months and months....and months and months ago" I say, as a light laugh escapes my lips. "Now, before all of that happens though, I get to defend this bad boy" I hold up my championship belt in the air, with pride and grace "against this woman" I say, as I point to the titantron and a picture of Angela Stewart standing backstage, getting prepared for the match is shown. Of course, she is fully dressed, we can't have WGEF get raided by the tv-patrol. "Now, we've all had the unfortunate opportunity to hear this overbearing, egotistical, idiot woman talk....and talk....and talk...and talk about everything under the sun. Actually, no, scratch that...not everything. The same thing over and over...and over again. She was like a repeatitive cow, all she did was say the same thing; how she was better then me and she'd prove that tonight, how she was more talented and much more smarter then I. How I was dumb and looked so much like G-Dub Bush" I say, as I roll my eyes. "Most importantly though, how she was going to take this baby, my championship belt away from me. Now, we can't have that happening, now can we? Of course not. It would be an absolute tragedy to have someone like her" I say, as I point at the screen "holding this belt, taking it from someone like me" I say, pointing at myself. "Someone the talent and caliber such as I, I honestly doubt that she will be walking out of this match tonight, out of this arena tonight, with my belt in her grasp. Hell, I honestly doubt that she'll be walking out at all. As most of you saw the other day on WGEF.com, my video blog stream that I did, I was not the same Jeanette Salazar that I usually am; I'm wasn't the same Jeanette Salazar that I am tonight. I showed a much more fierce, tenacious side of me, a side that really had never been seen in WGEF before and, quite frankly, it's been for good reason. It's hard as hell to find me some good competition now, could you imagine how much more hard it would be if that tenacious side of me began to show? Could you imagine how much more difficult it would be, to get people to agree on facing me. The only ones that would, would be girls that are on the same level as I, girls that know what it's like to be gifted, talented and absolutely amazing inside this ring" I say, as I point to the mat below me. "Girls like Kaylee Adams, Trish Stratus, Tapanga Britt-James and the like. Girls that have managed to make a career for themselves based on in-ring performance, talent and skill...not on who can give the better backstage blow job, who had the bigger blow up doll or who was more likely to be nicknamed Barbie. That's not how things work in WGEF and that is, most certainly, not how I work. Now, Angela Stewart, she is the fursthest thing from a Barbie that there could ever be. Far from it. Hell, I'm probably closer to being Barbie-like then she is and, honestly, if that's what people want to call me then so be it. I will proudly wear the name of Barbie...and, unlike the tramps that parade around some fake Barbie persona now; with their bleach blonde hair and personalized inflatible floating devices" I say, making two balloon sized boobs on my chest "My being named Barbie would have nothing to do with being a blonde bimbo whore, or any of the other sterotypes that fit" I say, as I slwoly begin to pace around in the ring, licking my lips in a very slow, delicate manner. "Barbie is something that is upheld with honor, with dignity. Barbie is respected and, though she is often duplicated, she can never be imitated and that is exactly how it is with me. People often times try to imitate what I do, who I am and how I act, they try so desperately to be just like me and they all fail. Just like all these girls that try so hard to be named wrestling's version of Barbie. All they do, is trash the title up and that really saddens me. Bratz can't compare to the perfection that is Barbie, and neither can Skipper, Theresa or any of the other wannabe imitations that are floating around out there. Barbie is a one-of-a-kind, an original. She epitomizes female perfection and that is exactly me in every sense of the word. I do my very best to be as perfect as humanly possible inside this ring and in every match that I am in. I show up and I give full, one hundred and ten percent of me every single time I perform and tonight, ladies and gentlemen, will be no different. The opponent may be new to me, seeing as I've never faced her before, but the outcome will still be the same. I will be victorious and I will walk out of Civil War tonight, and leave Tokyo still the WGEF Women's Champion. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I fully intend on rewriting history. At least, the history that surrounds this here belt" I say, as I hold up the belt again "and it's last few championship reigns. See, since I lost this baby back in October to Tappy James, it's gone through three different champions; Tapanga to Ivy and then back to yours truly, moi. And each of those reigns have lasted only a months worth of time each...well, except Ivy's. Her's was like a week and a half or so, but whatever. And tonight, I am going to change all of that. Tonight, I will retain this belt and continue to be a two time Women's Champion -- bypassing the dreaded one month reign that's become this belt. No offense to the previous two ladies that have held this belt during my absence, I'm sure they did the best that they could; but now the belt is back where it belongs, where it shouldve stayed from the beginning. It's back in the arms and around the waist of it's rightful owner, me. And, you can be certain that I will continue to blaze through the Women's Division until there is absolutely nothing and no one left for me to destroy, becoming a very proud champion. And, ladies and gentlemen, that all starts right here, tonight. I am on a new mission...a mission to bring some honor back to this division...honor that seems to be going to the dogs. We keep bringing in these new girls that don't ever seem to last around here longer then a month. Outside of Kaylee, Trish, Serenity and Courtney, I really and truly am the veteran diva on the roster now. In April I will have been here for a full year and with the departure of Summer Fox, that puts me as the longest signed WGEF Diva of the "new class" if you will. Kat Sanders; fired. That little chick that she used to run around with...what was her name? Evangeline somebody; fired. Sharmaine James; retired. Britney Orton-Jericho-Michaels-Maxwell, whatever she goes by these days....she's floating some where with her lips permanently wrapped around Orton's manmeat...so we can pretty much assume that her ass is fired to. That leaves me. And, a woman in that position, we just don't lose to girls like Angela Stewart. Tonight, Angela will finally realize why I am the WGEF Women's Champion, the greatest thing since sliced bread and the Beautiful Phenomenon...and tonight, her dreams of becoming a champion, the Women's Champion, will go up in a blaze of glory, because this baby" I say, as I lightly tap the belt with my hand "It ain't going anywhere but back around my sexy, slender little waist" I say, with a confident smile on my face. Looking over the crowd, I raise the belt one final time, as "Flawless" by Danity Kane begins to blare from the public address system. With a smile, I hand the microphone back to Kelly Young and use my free hand to blow a few more kisses to the fans, as they continue to cheer for me, their Women's Champion; their proud champion...their absolute favorite. And yes, dumbasses, the people actually do love me! As I exit the ring and walk down the steel steps, I slap a few more hands with the fans, giving them hugs and taking some pictures, as the camera's fade off to show a promotional commercial for the February pay-per-view event. As time begins to wind down, it's down to the wire. Within only a matter of mere minutes, I would be stepping out into that ring as the WGEF Women's Champion and not too long after, re-emerging backstage still the WGEF Women's Champion. My belt was wrapped tightly around my waist, as I gave myself a few more final look overs to make sure that everything was as it needed to be; from my hair to my makeup to the outfit I'd decided to wear, one that matched very nicely with the beautiful piece of championship gold that I proudly displayed on a constant basis. Licking my lips, I was completely satisfied with how things looked on me, and turned my attention to Kevin, who snuck up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in, giving me a very gentle kiss on the lips, that -- though was sudden and quick, was still full of passion. "I love you baby" he said, as he pulled back from the kiss. "And no matter what happens, you are thee Queen of this company, you are the Women's Champion and you are the best around" he said, as he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "You'll be absolutely amazing tonight against Bernadette Peters and when you come back here, you will come back to my loving arms and your championship belt will still be right there where it rests now" he said, as he tapped the belt gently. "Go get 'em kid" he said, slapping me on the ass, which caused me to giggle and jump. "Thanks Kevvie. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you" I said, giving him another soft kiss on the lips. "I'll be back here and I will still be the champion. Period! I love you baby" I said, as I, gave him a third and final kiss. Once we broke it, I turned and headed towards the door of our joint lockerroom and walked out, closing the door behind me. Walking down the hall, I had many people that I'd worked with for months, friends that I'd made, wish me luck and offer their moral support, which made me smile. I let out a few deep breaths, stretching my arms out as I walked with a purpose in the direction of the WGEF ring. Tonight was Civil War and rightfully named, because this match between Angela and I was most definitely a war. As I turned the corner, I was stopped by Robert Levvy, the very man that had interviewed Angela only a few hours prior, regarding our match. I gave him a smile, as he held the microphone out, to interview me. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with the current, two time Women's Champion, Jeanette Salazar. She is looking to put yet another opponent away, in Angela Stewart and, on a very personal note, I couldn't find a better person to knock Angela off her high horse and right smack dab onto her over-inflated ass, then this girl right here" he said, as he patted my shoulder gently. "Well thanks, Robert" I said, with a laugh and a smile. "Jeanette, first of all, congradulations on your regaining the championship from Ivy Stratus almost a month ago, and congrats on your marriage. Secondly, tonight, you've got a big title defense against newcomer, Angela Stewart. What are your thoughts on this match?" he asked, as he held the microphone out to me. I licked my lips, placing my hands on my hips gently, looking at him. "Well, thanks on the congratulations. I absolutely adore being married to Kevin and adore being the Women's Champion. Umm, although, I don't quite think Angela's a new comer...is she? I really wouldn't know. I mean, I've barely paid enough attention to her this week, let alone throughout her career...whether it's been a month, a day, a week or a year. Regardless of how long or short her career has been, here in WGEF, tonight is not going to be a career making moment for her. She's going into this match thinking that some great big win over me is going to make her a legend, a hall of famer, some sort of idolized icon for the world that surronds us. She thinks that she can do a better job then I, at being champion, being the queen of WGEF then so be it, let her try. But I can guarantee you, Robert, that it'll be all she can do...try. She's not fighting someone with minimal skill that matches hers, like Ivy Stratus or Adalyn Raine. She's facing the big dogs now, she's facing your truly and inside that ring, there really is no one better. I was trained by three of the best minds in wrestling and UFC competition and my skills surpass just wrestling. I can do a mixture of things and counter damn near anything that the girl has to throw at me. Hell, I'm almost certain I actually can counter any move she's got. The point is, tonight Angela, is not your night to become some sort of legendary figure head for this companies women's division. They already have one, and you're looking at her. And this here belt, the one wrapped tightly around my waist" I said, as I point down to it "it's resting comfortably around the waist of the rightful owner, as it should be. And there is where it'll rest until I get tired of holding it and finally vacate it. And trust me dear one, that'll never happen. Ever!" I said, looking from the camera to Robert. "Now, I know all week that you've heard what she's said about you and what you've done. Care to comment on how she's coming across in her approach?" he asked, holding the microphone out to me agian. "Her approach? It's been weak at best. She's relied on some weak comments to try and get the best of me, she's compared me to people that aren't even relevant in this company and, the dumbass even went out on a limb to say that I'm not as good as her. That's right, I'm not as good as you" I said, which caused Robert to arch an eyebrow out of pure curiosity. "I'm better then you. That's why I am the Women's Champion -- a two time champion -- and you're not. You have never been and you will never be. Get that through your thick school, sweetie. This belt is mine, and it'll remain mine for as long as I want it to be. And tonight, it's not leaving my waist. But, you know Rob, this girl didn't just make herself out to be and seem like a complete ass, she contradicted herself so many times. I mean, first she said that I wasn't a legend and wasn't good enough to be compared to great names -- then she said I am a legend, but that it was time for a new, fresh face to hold this belt. So what is it, Angela? Am I a legend or am I not? Make up your mind, kid. Well, and then she goes on to talk about nouns, verbs, pronouns and whatever else other bullshit she managed to spew out, talking about me and my brainy ass being too cocky and that having smarts has nothing to do with being champion and being good, and that her not being smart wasn't going to stop her from being champion...then she twists it up and says I'm a dumbass, coming from the same damn dumb tree as George W. Bush, all the while calling herself brilliant. So, again, I ask you Angela -- which one is it? You can't have both, darling...it just doesn't work that way. Regardless, though, tonight will be the first, last and only night you ever get a chance at this belt, and I'll make sure that it's one that you will never, ever forget!" I said, you could see the passion and the tenacity in my eyes, I was completely focused on the match and retaining my belt. Robert nodded his head, as he brought the microphone back to his lips. "A follow up to that; have you seen what she's done in her time here in WGEF? Have you become aware of the types of people she's faced and has beaten during her young career with the company?" I shrugged my shoulders, and looked down at the ground "Honestly, Robert...I really don't know much about the people she's faced. I couldn't tell you who her first match was against, her second, her third or her fourth. I couldn't tell you who gave her that very first loss or that very first victory. And, the reason for that, is because she's never been a big enough blimp on my radar...she's never been a threat to me. And, honestly, she still isn't. I know she's faced and lost to Tapanga Britt-James and I know that she faced and beat Ivy Stratus to become the contender. But, that's as far as my knowledge of her little career goes. Sorry, I guess that's really of no use to ya, huh?" I said, letting out a little laugh and another shrug. "Fair enough, Jeanette. On the chance that you win, what do you think you will do after Civil War? Who will you face? Or will you go after something new? Something bigger?" he asked, looking at me. I smile at him, licking my lips gently, "Robert, on the chance that I win? There is no chance that I'll be winning. It's a foregone conclusion; I am winning this match tonight. Period, the end" I said, with a laugh. "But, honestly, I don't know what's next for me after this match. I know that this Friday I face another big mouthed brat, Adalyn Raine, in the main event match on Fight Night. I get to shut her up, just like I'm getting to shut Angela up tonight. After that, I really don't know what the future has in store for me. Definitely on to bigger and better things, that is for sure. And, I know I can't stay champion forever. Well, I can if I wanted to, and I totally do. But, sometimes things happen and you've got to decide between staying on the same level, beating the same people over and over and over again, and moving onward and upward. And me, I have plans that take me beyond this belt and this division. For now, though, I will enjoy my tenure as the Women's Champion, and continue to be the best champion that I can be. Next though, who knows...maybe find myself a partner and become a tag team champion. Or, maybe Trish and I can go a second round for her precious little Intercontinental championship belt...one that she just barely managed to escape with, that last time we faced off. Really, who knows. Guess we'll just have to wait and see" I said, with a smile on my face...as if I were trying to keep my future one big mystery. One thing was for certain though, my future was still keeping me in WGEF. "Well Jeanette, I wish to extend you the best of luck tonight in your match and I look forward to an after-match interview where you proudly display your freshly retained WGEF Women's Championship belt. I also thank you for taking the time to chat with me, before going out there to kick some butt. Any last words on your match and your opponent for tonight, Angela Stewart?" he asked, turning the microphone back to my direction. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders "Well, I honestly think I've said all I needed to say to her. Good luck Angela -- as hard as you'll be trying tonight, I will be going ten times harder. As fast as you move, I will be moving ten times faster. And as much as you want and crave for this belt, I will be pushing ten times harder to keep it from you. And, at the end of the night, I will still be your WGEF Women's Champion. Good luck kid, you're definitely going to be needing it" I said, as I gave Robert one last smile. Marching past him, I shook his head and continued down the corridor towards the black curtain that was only a few short steps away. Waiting patiently, the beginning of my entrance began to play as the crowd went into an uproar of cheers. Angela had already made her way to the ring by now, all that was left was for me to go out there, kick her ass, retain my belt and push forward, becoming the legend that I was meant to be.