Inside the Mind of a Hemme ;; There really was no way to explain the happenings over the past couple of months. For years now, WWE had been struggling majorly to keep their fanbase -- young and old alike and, it was only a matter of time before the company went belly-up. Vincent Kennedy McMahon did all that he could to save his own name and the face of his company, even stooping to newer lows by invading the personal space and lives of his own superstars. Namely, Adam 'Edge' Copeland, Amy 'Lita' Dumas and Matt Hardy. Sure, there was potential there for further development, but things were so rocky, so tumultous, so stormy already, that all he did, was awake a sleeping dragon, add fuel to the fire and ruin the passion for wrestling inside one woman. Everyone knew the love and devotion 'Lita' had to both the WWE and wrestling, and when those two entities combined and mixed with her own personal life, it was a collision course that left no survivors. When things were all said and done; her career ended as abruptly as a woman's menstral sycle, and left a sour taste in the mouths of everyone. Months prior -- just two, to be exact -- WWE sent it's leading lady Trish Stratus a bon voyage that would bring tears to the eyes of all her fans. She won the WWE Women's Championship for a record setting seventh time, solidifying herself a spot in the hearts of millions, the minds of many more and wrestling's history -- and becoming a future WWE Hall of Famer. But, when Lita announced her retirement, it was much to the dismay of many fans -- even though they did hate her at the time -- yet, the real shocker came at her last match at Survivor Series. She'd become a four time WWE Women's Champion a month prior, at Cyber Sunday defeating Mickie James to reclaim her throne as the best in the business. And come Survivor Series, she would fight in her final match ever...and lose to Mickie James....a little jumping bean that just never knew when the shut the hell up or quit bouncing around. I know, I know, pot calling kettle black, right? Wrong. People liked when I bounced...it was 'cute'. But her, God! So anyway, she lost in the most disheartening way and then, Cryme Tyme comes out and ruins a final fairwell, selling Lita's personal belongings and soiling her name. Was it fair? Nope. Was it right? Nope. Did anyone really care? Nope. Well, some did. I certainly did. In case many of you need a little history lesson, during my debut in wrestling, after the Diva Search, I was constantly attacked and ridiculed by Trish Stratus. So, to say there is no love lost there would be a severe understatement. I could careless that the little blonde bimbo twit, Pamela Anderson wannabe is gone. But Lita, she was the driving force at the start of my career, giving me opportunties, help, chances and a hand when no one else would. And that goes a long way, in my mind. So tell me, how can a woman that went from being a sideline ho [quite literally, as a matter of fact], a cheap skank wearing cowboy hats and trench coats go to being a seven time Women's Champ, a record setter, Hall of Fame bound and sent a farewell that was proper and deserving, when the woman that, single-handedly redefined the word 'Diva', the way that many in the world look at Women's Wrestling and cemented her spot as one of the most driving forces in Women's Wrestling from 1999-2002 gets sent out with a kick in the ass and a 'job well done' pat on the back. It makes absolutely no sense to me. It leaves me cmopletely baffled, honestly. Like her or not, from her personal affairs to her gimmick on television, you still have to remember and respect who Lita was and what she did in the ring, leaving many amazed, floored and absolutely astonished. She was more over with the fans -- heel or face -- then many of the men ever could be and that says a lot. Oh well, what can one do?! What's done is done -- she's moved on...they both have...and I will too. Do I like it? Nope. But you certainly cannot re-write history, though sometimes, I wish I could. Or, at least relive some of the memories from my past ;). It was roughly half past the eight o'clock hour on this Wednesday evening and UCW was just in the midst of a huge house show. It was one of the first for the company, and many in attendence were definately happy to see some of their most favorite stars back in action. Whether you were for the men or the women, the heels or the faces, it really didn't matter The crowd was absolutely static and screaming at the tops of their lungs. From the backstage area, you could hear the clanks of shoes tapping at the concrete floor as someone walked. When the camera came into focal point, the person standing before them was none other then the firey red head from California, me...Christy Hemme. I wore a pair of tight, figure fitting, ripped blue jeans. that hugged every curvacious inch of my bodacious bod. I was all smirks and smiles, as the camera focused solely on me. It was a trait of mine, to steal the spotlight from anyone that was within mere inches of me. Hell, I'm Christy-fucking-Hemme bitches, you'll never compare. The shirt I wore, was stratigically ripped in all the right places, with a few slashes here and there. It was a band tee, and showed off much of my skin...as much as possible, without having to worry about the FCC protesting and fining me or the company. I had one hand placed ever so gently on my left hip bone, as the other I waved in front of my face, looking at my finger nails. My flowing red hair was pulled back in a mini ponytail, some was pulled back tightly, while other portions were left down. I had a strand of bangs left over the side of my face, and my make-up was done perfectly, especially around the eyes. The way the mascara, eyeshadow and eyeliner worked, it really brought out the bright blues that I had. As I gently rolled my pierced tongue over my full, luscious lips, I starred into the camera. Letting out a little giggle, I couldn't help but wonder: what was my next move. I made my debut, I think I did a fairly good job of putting little Miss. French Whore in her place, but this was my time to shine, and I wasn't about to let anyone steal that time from me! There was a light tap on my shoulder, and slowly I turned around. Standing before me, was a petite Asian with dark brown hair, a big, bright smile and large, dark brown eyes. She looked at me, a microphone in her hand, and I could only assume that this was Lena Yada, UCW's backstage interviewer. With a smile, I let out a content sigh and looked at Yena, as she brought the microphone up to her lips. "So" she began saying, her eyes focused on me "Christy, first of all allow me to welcome you to Ultimate Championship Wrestling. I know that just a few short days ago, you had a run-in with two of our international divas, the 'French Phenom' Maryse and the 'English Beauty' Katie Lea Burchill, but your attention was focused solely on Maryse. For what reason, have you targeted the French Phenom?" Lena asked. She was definately interested to know the answer but it was kind of one of those dimwitted questions. Everyone knew the answer. To show Maryse that being just another blonde bimbo in the land of wrestling would get her no where these days. Now, it was all about the talent, something she surely lacked. Taking a moment to really think of my answer, I smiled proudly, looking at Lena. "To be honest, Lena, I figured most people got the hint when I 'punked' her. See, girls like Maryse are a dime a dozen. Her, Angelina Love, all of 'em. They come in, thinking they are the top, biggest, brightest, hottest stars since the Sun and that they deserve everything, that they are better then everyone and hotter then everyone. But, you see, this isn't the WWE and this certainly isn't TNA. Sorry Ang, you're beauty contest and childish paper-bag tricks aren't gonna fly anymore. You're in a new land, I think it's time you wake up and realize that. But see, I've got more respect for Angelina then I do Maryse. At least Angelina can hold her own in a match. Maryse, however, can't even contain her own equilibrium, let alone wrestle a match without falling down, botching a move as bad as the botchilism her face screams daily...and that, dear Lena, is why I targeted her. Sure, I could've probably 'gone after the big dogs' but, where's the fun in that, when I could very well join forces with the big dogs to take all the dysfunctional imbreeds out of here, for good. And my sole mission, is to rid the wrestling world of Maryse Oulette...permanantly!" I stated, pausing only momentarily. "See, it's like this Lena....Maryse is the epiotme of what no woman should ever be. Sure, she's got her confidence in herself and her so called 'beauty' but, beneath the crappy make-up she wears and the trashy, stripper clothes what's left? Just another Trish Stratus, Torrie Wilson, Sable, Sunny....the list goes on and on and on and on. A blonde that just can't hang. Well, Trish may not exactly fall right into that category, but she started off there too. Maryse wants to call herself the greatest, the best, the future Diva's Champion...sweetie, you better learn how to wrestle, before you start writing checks that your ass most certainly cannot cash. Me, on the other hand, sure I started in that range of Diva's with minimal skill. But I was definately no Maryse or Ashley Massaro. I could hold my own in the ring, I learned as much as I could in a short amount of time and with a trainer that was injured...and I managed to pull off some pretty decent matches, for the lack of training. And, once I went from Raw to Smackdown, I had a new helper. And sure, on camera we absolutely despised each other, but off, Melina made sure that I made her look good. And she did that, by making me look good, by training me further. So it was short lived...I got fired and went to the second hand wrestling company, TNA....big effing deal. I still did a hell of a lot better in my year and a half with WWE then Maryse and Ashley have, that's for sure. None the less, I learned the hardway what it's like to be both a Diva and a Knockout, and trust me Lena....I won't be making it any easier for Maryse, then it was made for me." I smirked proudly. I definately had my trials and obstacles when I first became the Diva Search winner. From my so called initiation to my Playboy covershot and feud with then Women's Champion Trish Stratus...but I still managed to stand my ground, hold me own and walk out with my head held high...despite the rumors of why I left. Those things...were neither here nor there. "Now, when you confronted Maryse, you made a bold statement, declarring that you would be the first female in UCW to wear the UCW divas gold and named yourself as the Diva's Champion. With contenders and competitors like Maria, Melina, Katie Lea and Angelina -- and many others to come, I am definately sure -- do you have a goals or plan in mind, to help you attain your greatest accomplishment since being the Diva Search winner, and to help you in acheiving your dream?" Lena asked, which was a question I was certainly ready for. "Honestly, Lena, no. Well, yes and no. See, I do have a plan...and that's to go out to that ring, day in and day out and prove to the fans, to management -- namely Amy -- and to every single person signed with the company currently -- male or female -- that I am not only deserving to wear the gold, but talented, skilled and definately the best athlete to wear it, and wear it with pride and honor. Other girls, sure they've had this and that and they call themselves this and that, but there is and forever will be only one Christy Hemme, and you're lookin' at her, kiddo. And, as sure as I am standing here today, I can and will promise you, that I will fight to the death, to be named the UCW Diva's Champion. That's not only a promise, it's a guaran-damn-tee. I realize that I've got stiff competition ahead of me, that's never been the problem. But what they don't realize about me, as hard as they act, as tough as they act, as talented as they might be....I am too. See, they doubt me based on my previous experiences with both WWE and TNA, but it's like I told Maryse -- and, more or less -- Katie Lea, it's been a long time since WWE and TNA....and during that time, I've done nothing but train, bust my ass and do as much as I could, to learn every aspect of this business as I could...so that when I did make my comeback, I'd know that I am the absolute best, that the hardwork payed off and so that I know I definately fulfilled my full potential in the wrestling world. Katie Lea, Maria, Melina...none of them are gonna stop me from realizing my dream. None of them!" I replied, with a stern look on my face. I was one hundred percent serious, focused and definately adament about being the UCW Diva's Champion. "Is that all, Lena? I've got someone I want to see, before the night is up..." I asked, trying to be as polite and curtous as possible. Lena nodded, removing the microphone from my face, looking a little blue...metaphorically, of course. "Thanks. Oh, and we'll reschedule this for another date and time. I'm sure you've got more questions and trust me sweetie, I've definately got a shitload of answers for ya!" I said, as I walked down the hallway. That bright smile would soon reappear on her face, as she walked in the opposite direction as me, and soon, we had both disappeared from the camera view.

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Inside the Mind of a Hemme ;; There really was no way to explain the happenings over the past couple of months. For years now, WWE had been struggling majorly to keep their fanbase -- young and old alike and, it was only a matter of time before the company went belly-up. Vincent Kennedy McMahon did all that he could to save his own name and the face of his company, even stooping to newer lows by invading the personal space and lives of his own superstars. Namely, Adam 'Edge' Copeland, Amy 'Lita' Dumas and Matt Hardy. Sure, there was potential there for further development, but things were so rocky, so tumultous, so stormy already, that all he did, was awake a sleeping dragon, add fuel to the fire and ruin the passion for wrestling inside one woman. Everyone knew the love and devotion 'Lita' had to both the WWE and wrestling, and when those two entities combined and mixed with her own personal life, it was a collision course that left no survivors. When things were all said and done; her career ended as abruptly as a woman's menstral sycle, and left a sour taste in the mouths of everyone. Months prior -- just two, to be exact -- WWE sent it's leading lady Trish Stratus a bon voyage that would bring tears to the eyes of all her fans. She won the WWE Women's Championship for a record setting seventh time, solidifying herself a spot in the hearts of millions, the minds of many more and wrestling's history -- and becoming a future WWE Hall of Famer. But, when Lita announced her retirement, it was much to the dismay of many fans -- even though they did hate her at the time -- yet, the real shocker came at her last match at Survivor Series. She'd become a four time WWE Women's Champion a month prior, at Cyber Sunday defeating Mickie James to reclaim her throne as the best in the business. And come Survivor Series, she would fight in her final match ever...and lose to Mickie James....a little jumping bean that just never knew when the shut the hell up or quit bouncing around. I know, I know, pot calling kettle black, right? Wrong. People liked when I bounced...it was 'cute'. But her, God! So anyway, she lost in the most disheartening way and then, Cryme Tyme comes out and ruins a final fairwell, selling Lita's personal belongings and soiling her name. Was it fair? Nope. Was it right? Nope. Did anyone really care? Nope. Well, some did. I certainly did. In case many of you need a little history lesson, during my debut in wrestling, after the Diva Search, I was constantly attacked and ridiculed by Trish Stratus. So, to say there is no love lost there would be a severe understatement. I could careless that the little blonde bimbo twit, Pamela Anderson wannabe is gone. But Lita, she was the driving force at the start of my career, giving me opportunties, help, chances and a hand when no one else would. And that goes a long way, in my mind. So tell me, how can a woman that went from being a sideline ho [quite literally, as a matter of fact], a cheap skank wearing cowboy hats and trench coats go to being a seven time Women's Champ, a record setter, Hall of Fame bound and sent a farewell that was proper and deserving, when the woman that, single-handedly redefined the word 'Diva', the way that many in the world look at Women's Wrestling and cemented her spot as one of the most driving forces in Women's Wrestling from 1999-2002 gets sent out with a kick in the ass and a 'job well done' pat on the back. It makes absolutely no sense to me. It leaves me cmopletely baffled, honestly. Like her or not, from her personal affairs to her gimmick on television, you still have to remember and respect who Lita was and what she did in the ring, leaving many amazed, floored and absolutely astonished. She was more over with the fans -- heel or face -- then many of the men ever could be and that says a lot. Oh well, what can one do?! What's done is done -- she's moved on...they both have...and I will too. Do I like it? Nope. But you certainly cannot re-write history, though sometimes, I wish I could. Or, at least relive some of the memories from my past ;). It was roughly half past the eight o'clock hour on this Wednesday evening and UCW was just in the midst of a huge house show. It was one of the first for the company, and many in attendence were definately happy to see some of their most favorite stars back in action. Whether you were for the men or the women, the heels or the faces, it really didn't matter The crowd was absolutely static and screaming at the tops of their lungs. From the backstage area, you could hear the clanks of shoes tapping at the concrete floor as someone walked. When the camera came into focal point, the person standing before them was none other then the firey red head from California, me...Christy Hemme. I wore a pair of tight, figure fitting, ripped blue jeans. that hugged every curvacious inch of my bodacious bod. I was all smirks and smiles, as the camera focused solely on me. It was a trait of mine, to steal the spotlight from anyone that was within mere inches of me. Hell, I'm Christy-fucking-Hemme bitches, you'll never compare. The shirt I wore, was stratigically ripped in all the right places, with a few slashes here and there. It was a band tee, and showed off much of my skin...as much as possible, without having to worry about the FCC protesting and fining me or the company. I had one hand placed ever so gently on my left hip bone, as the other I waved in front of my face, looking at my finger nails. My flowing red hair was pulled back in a mini ponytail, some was pulled back tightly, while other portions were left down. I had a strand of bangs left over the side of my face, and my make-up was done perfectly, especially around the eyes. The way the mascara, eyeshadow and eyeliner worked, it really brought out the bright blues that I had. As I gently rolled my pierced tongue over my full, luscious lips, I starred into the camera. Letting out a little giggle, I couldn't help but wonder: what was my next move. I made my debut, I think I did a fairly good job of putting little Miss. French Whore in her place, but this was my time to shine, and I wasn't about to let anyone steal that time from me! There was a light tap on my shoulder, and slowly I turned around. Standing before me, was a petite Asian with dark brown hair, a big, bright smile and large, dark brown eyes. She looked at me, a microphone in her hand, and I could only assume that this was Lena Yada, UCW's backstage interviewer. With a smile, I let out a content sigh and looked at Yena, as she brought the microphone up to her lips. "So" she began saying, her eyes focused on me "Christy, first of all allow me to welcome you to Ultimate Championship Wrestling. I know that just a few short days ago, you had a run-in with two of our international divas, the 'French Phenom' Maryse and the 'English Beauty' Katie Lea Burchill, but your attention was focused solely on Maryse. For what reason, have you targeted the French Phenom?" Lena asked. She was definately interested to know the answer but it was kind of one of those dimwitted questions. Everyone knew the answer. To show Maryse that being just another blonde bimbo in the land of wrestling would get her no where these days. Now, it was all about the talent, something she surely lacked. Taking a moment to really think of my answer, I smiled proudly, looking at Lena. "To be honest, Lena, I figured most people got the hint when I 'punked' her. See, girls like Maryse are a dime a dozen. Her, Angelina Love, all of 'em. They come in, thinking they are the top, biggest, brightest, hottest stars since the Sun and that they deserve everything, that they are better then everyone and hotter then everyone. But, you see, this isn't the WWE and this certainly isn't TNA. Sorry Ang, you're beauty contest and childish paper-bag tricks aren't gonna fly anymore. You're in a new land, I think it's time you wake up and realize that. But see, I've got more respect for Angelina then I do Maryse. At least Angelina can hold her own in a match. Maryse, however, can't even contain her own equilibrium, let alone wrestle a match without falling down, botching a move as bad as the botchilism her face screams daily...and that, dear Lena, is why I targeted her. Sure, I could've probably 'gone after the big dogs' but, where's the fun in that, when I could very well join forces with the big dogs to take all the dysfunctional imbreeds out of here, for good. And my sole mission, is to rid the wrestling world of Maryse Oulette...permanantly!" I stated, pausing only momentarily. "See, it's like this Lena....Maryse is the epiotme of what no woman should ever be. Sure, she's got her confidence in herself and her so called 'beauty' but, beneath the crappy make-up she wears and the trashy, stripper clothes what's left? Just another Trish Stratus, Torrie Wilson, Sable, Sunny....the list goes on and on and on and on. A blonde that just can't hang. Well, Trish may not exactly fall right into that category, but she started off there too. Maryse wants to call herself the greatest, the best, the future Diva's Champion...sweetie, you better learn how to wrestle, before you start writing checks that your ass most certainly cannot cash. Me, on the other hand, sure I started in that range of Diva's with minimal skill. But I was definately no Maryse or Ashley Massaro. I could hold my own in the ring, I learned as much as I could in a short amount of time and with a trainer that was injured...and I managed to pull off some pretty decent matches, for the lack of training. And, once I went from Raw to Smackdown, I had a new helper. And sure, on camera we absolutely despised each other, but off, Melina made sure that I made her look good. And she did that, by making me look good, by training me further. So it was short lived...I got fired and went to the second hand wrestling company, TNA....big effing deal. I still did a hell of a lot better in my year and a half with WWE then Maryse and Ashley have, that's for sure. None the less, I learned the hardway what it's like to be both a Diva and a Knockout, and trust me Lena....I won't be making it any easier for Maryse, then it was made for me." I smirked proudly. I definately had my trials and obstacles when I first became the Diva Search winner. From my so called initiation to my Playboy covershot and feud with then Women's Champion Trish Stratus...but I still managed to stand my ground, hold me own and walk out with my head held high...despite the rumors of why I left. Those things...were neither here nor there. "Now, when you confronted Maryse, you made a bold statement, declarring that you would be the first female in UCW to wear the UCW divas gold and named yourself as the Diva's Champion. With contenders and competitors like Maria, Melina, Katie Lea and Angelina -- and many others to come, I am definately sure -- do you have a goals or plan in mind, to help you attain your greatest accomplishment since being the Diva Search winner, and to help you in acheiving your dream?" Lena asked, which was a question I was certainly ready for. "Honestly, Lena, no. Well, yes and no. See, I do have a plan...and that's to go out to that ring, day in and day out and prove to the fans, to management -- namely Amy -- and to every single person signed with the company currently -- male or female -- that I am not only deserving to wear the gold, but talented, skilled and definately the best athlete to wear it, and wear it with pride and honor. Other girls, sure they've had this and that and they call themselves this and that, but there is and forever will be only one Christy Hemme, and you're lookin' at her, kiddo. And, as sure as I am standing here today, I can and will promise you, that I will fight to the death, to be named the UCW Diva's Champion. That's not only a promise, it's a guaran-damn-tee. I realize that I've got stiff competition ahead of me, that's never been the problem. But what they don't realize about me, as hard as they act, as tough as they act, as talented as they might be....I am too. See, they doubt me based on my previous experiences with both WWE and TNA, but it's like I told Maryse -- and, more or less -- Katie Lea, it's been a long time since WWE and TNA....and during that time, I've done nothing but train, bust my ass and do as much as I could, to learn every aspect of this business as I could...so that when I did make my comeback, I'd know that I am the absolute best, that the hardwork payed off and so that I know I definately fulfilled my full potential in the wrestling world. Katie Lea, Maria, Melina...none of them are gonna stop me from realizing my dream. None of them!" I replied, with a stern look on my face. I was one hundred percent serious, focused and definately adament about being the UCW Diva's Champion. "Is that all, Lena? I've got someone I want to see, before the night is up..." I asked, trying to be as polite and curtous as possible. Lena nodded, removing the microphone from my face, looking a little blue...metaphorically, of course. "Thanks. Oh, and we'll reschedule this for another date and time. I'm sure you've got more questions and trust me sweetie, I've definately got a shitload of answers for ya!" I said, as I walked down the hallway. That bright smile would soon reappear on her face, as she walked in the opposite direction as me, and soon, we had both disappeared from the camera view. After a quick match, the camera's, once again, ended up backstage, just in time to see yours truly strutting the halls. I was pacing back and forth in front of a door, but the camera's never really could stop to see who's door it was, exactly. "Hmm, I wonder" I mumbled under my breath. "Oh forget it....just do it" I said, a bit louder, reassuring myself. Suddenly, I stopped pacing and knocked on the door that I'd been in front of for more then five minutes now. I knocked three times, and waited patiently as noises could be heard from the other end of the door. Slowly, it pulled open just as the camera's were closing in, trying to get a glimpse as to who's door it was. But, before they could read it, they found out as one of UCW's most talented Diva's and previous two time WWE Women's Champion, Melina, stepped into the camera view. Leaning her body against the frame of the door, she looked at the redhead standing before her. There was definately no love lost between these two dames, when Christy left, they were ready to rip each other's red hair out...but they hadn't the opportunity to. Melina let out a sigh, she already had enough bitchfit run-ins for the week, another was certainly not necessary. "Well, well, well...look what the cat drug in...." Melina stated, in a bit of a snappy tone. "Christy Hemme, what the hell are you doing here?!" she asked, that same tone in her voice as before. "Aww, I've missed you too, Melina" I snapped back, in a bit of a sarcastic tone. "Very funny, Hemme. What do you want?! I'm a busy girl and certainly don't have the time to spend talking to the likes of you...." she said, annoyed. "Now Melina, is that any way to talk to an old friend? I mean, wasn't it just yesterday that we braided each other's hair and shared secrets about our secret crushes....I mean, Charlie Haas is pretty hot right? That is what we agreed on, right?" I said, really trying to infuriate her. Melina rolled her eyes and moved back into her lockerroom. "You haven't changed, Christy. You're still immature and an annoyance to the world. And, if you're done now, I've got things to do so...go find someone else to bother" she snapped, as she went to close the door. But, I stopped her, which seemed to surprise her. "Now Melina, is that really any way to talk to the one person that you know would probably have your back around here?" I asked, with a smirk on my face. "My back?! In case you failed to realize, I am a two time Women's Champion. I don't need -- or want -- anyone to 'have my back' okay, Christy? Least of all you!" she said, starring right at me, through her dark brown eyes. "Oh, I get it" I began, starring right back at her "You still think you're better then me. Even after I defeated you more then once, became the sole face of an entire company, became one of the greatest Playboy Covergirls since Marilyn Monroe. You still think I'm that talentless little red head that used to team with Heidenreich and....that big, fat gorilla dude. Well, you couldn't be more wrong, Melina Perez. I am better then I was back then, and most certainly better then you might think. And to be honest, you and I are alot a like, with vast differences. See, we both want to be the most dominate successful and talented females in this business, in this company. We both have a goal, to redefine the entire Women's Division, to become Diva's Champion, and basically, claim our spot at the top of this company, where we should be. There are some others, but the next and most important one; neither of us can stand, stomach or like Maryse. I saw your run in with her, cute...really. Especially the part about you being a champion and her being a nothing. And I'm fairly sure you saw mine with her...you know...where I basically told her she'd never be me...even if she tried. And, of course, when I flat out told her I was going to take her out." Melina shrugged her shoulders, trying to pretend she didn't care, wasn't interested and was barely listening. "Now, you can deny what I say here if you want, but you and I both know...two heads are way better then one" I said, starring at her. She got a rather intrigued look on her face, as she arched one of her eyebrows. "What, exactly, are you getting at, Christy?" she asked, rather inquisitively. "As, astounding as this might sound, you and I teaming up to attain one common goal. Taking Maryse Oulette out of wrestling...and anyone else that might stand in our way. Whether it be Katie Lea, Angelina or Jimbob Joe. We're Cali girls, and us Cali girls stick together. You and I working together, well, as odd as it may sound, you know just as well as I do, that together we'd be able to really cause some damage in the diva's division. And, between us, you and I have the best shot of ever becoming the Diva's Champion then anyone else in this company. But hey, the balls in your court, toots. You know where to find me...once you decide, of course" I said, as I started walking away from her. "Oh, and Melina" I said, pausing to look back at her "I'd really think about this one...because I can almost guarantee, that if you go after Maryse alone, she will not fight alone...Katie Lea's gonna be right there to help her. And wherever you can find one raging bitch, about five others are sure to follow. You should know, after all, you used to be one of 'em..." I said, before turning my back to her and heading down the hallway. I left her, to fend for her thoughts...to really ponder over the thought of she and I working as a coheesive duo. Would she accept the offer, or would she turn it down like many others she's probably gotten. With a smirk, I continued on my venture to my own lockerroom, as Melina went back into hers, to think for a minute or two...or however long she needed.

•�?/FONT> christy hemme •�?/FONT> imitation is the finest form of flattery •�?/FONT>

Inside the Mind of a Hemme ;; There really was no way to explain the happenings over the past couple of months. For years now, WWE had been struggling majorly to keep their fanbase -- young and old alike and, it was only a matter of time before the company went belly-up. Vincent Kennedy McMahon did all that he could to save his own name and the face of his company, even stooping to newer lows by invading the personal space and lives of his own superstars. Namely, Adam 'Edge' Copeland, Amy 'Lita' Dumas and Matt Hardy. Sure, there was potential there for further development, but things were so rocky, so tumultous, so stormy already, that all he did, was awake a sleeping dragon, add fuel to the fire and ruin the passion for wrestling inside one woman. Everyone knew the love and devotion 'Lita' had to both the WWE and wrestling, and when those two entities combined and mixed with her own personal life, it was a collision course that left no survivors. When things were all said and done; her career ended as abruptly as a woman's menstral sycle, and left a sour taste in the mouths of everyone. Months prior -- just two, to be exact -- WWE sent it's leading lady Trish Stratus a bon voyage that would bring tears to the eyes of all her fans. She won the WWE Women's Championship for a record setting seventh time, solidifying herself a spot in the hearts of millions, the minds of many more and wrestling's history -- and becoming a future WWE Hall of Famer. But, when Lita announced her retirement, it was much to the dismay of many fans -- even though they did hate her at the time -- yet, the real shocker came at her last match at Survivor Series. She'd become a four time WWE Women's Champion a month prior, at Cyber Sunday defeating Mickie James to reclaim her throne as the best in the business. And come Survivor Series, she would fight in her final match ever...and lose to Mickie James....a little jumping bean that just never knew when the shut the hell up or quit bouncing around. I know, I know, pot calling kettle black, right? Wrong. People liked when I bounced...it was 'cute'. But her, God! So anyway, she lost in the most disheartening way and then, Cryme Tyme comes out and ruins a final fairwell, selling Lita's personal belongings and soiling her name. Was it fair? Nope. Was it right? Nope. Did anyone really care? Nope. Well, some did. I certainly did. In case many of you need a little history lesson, during my debut in wrestling, after the Diva Search, I was constantly attacked and ridiculed by Trish Stratus. So, to say there is no love lost there would be a severe understatement. I could careless that the little blonde bimbo twit, Pamela Anderson wannabe is gone. But Lita, she was the driving force at the start of my career, giving me opportunties, help, chances and a hand when no one else would. And that goes a long way, in my mind. So tell me, how can a woman that went from being a sideline ho [quite literally, as a matter of fact], a cheap skank wearing cowboy hats and trench coats go to being a seven time Women's Champ, a record setter, Hall of Fame bound and sent a farewell that was proper and deserving, when the woman that, single-handedly redefined the word 'Diva', the way that many in the world look at Women's Wrestling and cemented her spot as one of the most driving forces in Women's Wrestling from 1999-2002 gets sent out with a kick in the ass and a 'job well done' pat on the back. It makes absolutely no sense to me. It leaves me cmopletely baffled, honestly. Like her or not, from her personal affairs to her gimmick on television, you still have to remember and respect who Lita was and what she did in the ring, leaving many amazed, floored and absolutely astonished. She was more over with the fans -- heel or face -- then many of the men ever could be and that says a lot. Oh well, what can one do?! What's done is done -- she's moved on...they both have...and I will too. Do I like it? Nope. But you certainly cannot re-write history, though sometimes, I wish I could. Or, at least relive some of the memories from my past ;). It was roughly half past the eight o'clock hour on this Wednesday evening and UCW was just in the midst of a huge house show. It was one of the first for the company, and many in attendence were definately happy to see some of their most favorite stars back in action. Whether you were for the men or the women, the heels or the faces, it really didn't matter The crowd was absolutely static and screaming at the tops of their lungs. From the backstage area, you could hear the clanks of shoes tapping at the concrete floor as someone walked. When the camera came into focal point, the person standing before them was none other then the firey red head from California, me...Christy Hemme. I wore a pair of tight, figure fitting, ripped blue jeans. that hugged every curvacious inch of my bodacious bod. I was all smirks and smiles, as the camera focused solely on me. It was a trait of mine, to steal the spotlight from anyone that was within mere inches of me. Hell, I'm Christy-fucking-Hemme bitches, you'll never compare. The shirt I wore, was stratigically ripped in all the right places, with a few slashes here and there. It was a band tee, and showed off much of my skin...as much as possible, without having to worry about the FCC protesting and fining me or the company. I had one hand placed ever so gently on my left hip bone, as the other I waved in front of my face, looking at my finger nails. My flowing red hair was pulled back in a mini ponytail, some was pulled back tightly, while other portions were left down. I had a strand of bangs left over the side of my face, and my make-up was done perfectly, especially around the eyes. The way the mascara, eyeshadow and eyeliner worked, it really brought out the bright blues that I had. As I gently rolled my pierced tongue over my full, luscious lips, I starred into the camera. Letting out a little giggle, I couldn't help but wonder: what was my next move. I made my debut, I think I did a fairly good job of putting little Miss. French Whore in her place, but this was my time to shine, and I wasn't about to let anyone steal that time from me! There was a light tap on my shoulder, and slowly I turned around. Standing before me, was a petite Asian with dark brown hair, a big, bright smile and large, dark brown eyes. She looked at me, a microphone in her hand, and I could only assume that this was Lena Yada, UCW's backstage interviewer. With a smile, I let out a content sigh and looked at Yena, as she brought the microphone up to her lips. "So" she began saying, her eyes focused on me "Christy, first of all allow me to welcome you to Ultimate Championship Wrestling. I know that just a few short days ago, you had a run-in with two of our international divas, the 'French Phenom' Maryse and the 'English Beauty' Katie Lea Burchill, but your attention was focused solely on Maryse. For what reason, have you targeted the French Phenom?" Lena asked. She was definately interested to know the answer but it was kind of one of those dimwitted questions. Everyone knew the answer. To show Maryse that being just another blonde bimbo in the land of wrestling would get her no where these days. Now, it was all about the talent, something she surely lacked. Taking a moment to really think of my answer, I smiled proudly, looking at Lena. "To be honest, Lena, I figured most people got the hint when I 'punked' her. See, girls like Maryse are a dime a dozen. Her, Angelina Love, all of 'em. They come in, thinking they are the top, biggest, brightest, hottest stars since the Sun and that they deserve everything, that they are better then everyone and hotter then everyone. But, you see, this isn't the WWE and this certainly isn't TNA. Sorry Ang, you're beauty contest and childish paper-bag tricks aren't gonna fly anymore. You're in a new land, I think it's time you wake up and realize that. But see, I've got more respect for Angelina then I do Maryse. At least Angelina can hold her own in a match. Maryse, however, can't even contain her own equilibrium, let alone wrestle a match without falling down, botching a move as bad as the botchilism her face screams daily...and that, dear Lena, is why I targeted her. Sure, I could've probably 'gone after the big dogs' but, where's the fun in that, when I could very well join forces with the big dogs to take all the dysfunctional imbreeds out of here, for good. And my sole mission, is to rid the wrestling world of Maryse Oulette...permanantly!" I stated, pausing only momentarily. "See, it's like this Lena....Maryse is the epiotme of what no woman should ever be. Sure, she's got her confidence in herself and her so called 'beauty' but, beneath the crappy make-up she wears and the trashy, stripper clothes what's left? Just another Trish Stratus, Torrie Wilson, Sable, Sunny....the list goes on and on and on and on. A blonde that just can't hang. Well, Trish may not exactly fall right into that category, but she started off there too. Maryse wants to call herself the greatest, the best, the future Diva's Champion...sweetie, you better learn how to wrestle, before you start writing checks that your ass most certainly cannot cash. Me, on the other hand, sure I started in that range of Diva's with minimal skill. But I was definately no Maryse or Ashley Massaro. I could hold my own in the ring, I learned as much as I could in a short amount of time and with a trainer that was injured...and I managed to pull off some pretty decent matches, for the lack of training. And, once I went from Raw to Smackdown, I had a new helper. And sure, on camera we absolutely despised each other, but off, Melina made sure that I made her look good. And she did that, by making me look good, by training me further. So it was short lived...I got fired and went to the second hand wrestling company, TNA....big effing deal. I still did a hell of a lot better in my year and a half with WWE then Maryse and Ashley have, that's for sure. None the less, I learned the hardway what it's like to be both a Diva and a Knockout, and trust me Lena....I won't be making it any easier for Maryse, then it was made for me." I smirked proudly. I definately had my trials and obstacles when I first became the Diva Search winner. From my so called initiation to my Playboy covershot and feud with then Women's Champion Trish Stratus...but I still managed to stand my ground, hold me own and walk out with my head held high...despite the rumors of why I left. Those things...were neither here nor there. "Now, when you confronted Maryse, you made a bold statement, declarring that you would be the first female in UCW to wear the UCW divas gold and named yourself as the Diva's Champion. With contenders and competitors like Maria, Melina, Katie Lea and Angelina -- and many others to come, I am definately sure -- do you have a goals or plan in mind, to help you attain your greatest accomplishment since being the Diva Search winner, and to help you in acheiving your dream?" Lena asked, which was a question I was certainly ready for. "Honestly, Lena, no. Well, yes and no. See, I do have a plan...and that's to go out to that ring, day in and day out and prove to the fans, to management -- namely Amy -- and to every single person signed with the company currently -- male or female -- that I am not only deserving to wear the gold, but talented, skilled and definately the best athlete to wear it, and wear it with pride and honor. Other girls, sure they've had this and that and they call themselves this and that, but there is and forever will be only one Christy Hemme, and you're lookin' at her, kiddo. And, as sure as I am standing here today, I can and will promise you, that I will fight to the death, to be named the UCW Diva's Champion. That's not only a promise, it's a guaran-damn-tee. I realize that I've got stiff competition ahead of me, that's never been the problem. But what they don't realize about me, as hard as they act, as tough as they act, as talented as they might be....I am too. See, they doubt me based on my previous experiences with both WWE and TNA, but it's like I told Maryse -- and, more or less -- Katie Lea, it's been a long time since WWE and TNA....and during that time, I've done nothing but train, bust my ass and do as much as I could, to learn every aspect of this business as I could...so that when I did make my comeback, I'd know that I am the absolute best, that the hardwork payed off and so that I know I definately fulfilled my full potential in the wrestling world. Katie Lea, Maria, Melina...none of them are gonna stop me from realizing my dream. None of them!" I replied, with a stern look on my face. I was one hundred percent serious, focused and definately adament about being the UCW Diva's Champion. "Is that all, Lena? I've got someone I want to see, before the night is up..." I asked, trying to be as polite and curtous as possible. Lena nodded, removing the microphone from my face, looking a little blue...metaphorically, of course. "Thanks. Oh, and we'll reschedule this for another date and time. I'm sure you've got more questions and trust me sweetie, I've definately got a shitload of answers for ya!" I said, as I walked down the hallway. That bright smile would soon reappear on her face, as she walked in the opposite direction as me, and soon, we had both disappeared from the camera view. After a quick match, the camera's, once again, ended up backstage, just in time to see yours truly strutting the halls. I was pacing back and forth in front of a door, but the camera's never really could stop to see who's door it was, exactly. "Hmm, I wonder" I mumbled under my breath. "Oh forget it....just do it" I said, a bit louder, reassuring myself. Suddenly, I stopped pacing and knocked on the door that I'd been in front of for more then five minutes now. I knocked three times, and waited patiently as noises could be heard from the other end of the door. Slowly, it pulled open just as the camera's were closing in, trying to get a glimpse as to who's door it was. But, before they could read it, they found out as one of UCW's most talented Diva's and previous two time WWE Women's Champion, Melina, stepped into the camera view. Leaning her body against the frame of the door, she looked at the redhead standing before her. There was definately no love lost between these two dames, when Christy left, they were ready to rip each other's red hair out...but they hadn't the opportunity to. Melina let out a sigh, she already had enough bitchfit run-ins for the week, another was certainly not necessary. "Well, well, well...look what the cat drug in...." Melina stated, in a bit of a snappy tone. "Christy Hemme, what the hell are you doing here?!" she asked, that same tone in her voice as before. "Aww, I've missed you too, Melina" I snapped back, in a bit of a sarcastic tone. "Very funny, Hemme. What do you want?! I'm a busy girl and certainly don't have the time to spend talking to the likes of you...." she said, annoyed. "Now Melina, is that any way to talk to an old friend? I mean, wasn't it just yesterday that we braided each other's hair and shared secrets about our secret crushes....I mean, Charlie Haas is pretty hot right? That is what we agreed on, right?" I said, really trying to infuriate her. Melina rolled her eyes and moved back into her lockerroom. "You haven't changed, Christy. You're still immature and an annoyance to the world. And, if you're done now, I've got things to do so...go find someone else to bother" she snapped, as she went to close the door. But, I stopped her, which seemed to surprise her. "Now Melina, is that really any way to talk to the one person that you know would probably have your back around here?" I asked, with a smirk on my face. "My back?! In case you failed to realize, I am a two time Women's Champion. I don't need -- or want -- anyone to 'have my back' okay, Christy? Least of all you!" she said, starring right at me, through her dark brown eyes. "Oh, I get it" I began, starring right back at her "You still think you're better then me. Even after I defeated you more then once, became the sole face of an entire company, became one of the greatest Playboy Covergirls since Marilyn Monroe. You still think I'm that talentless little red head that used to team with Heidenreich and....that big, fat gorilla dude. Well, you couldn't be more wrong, Melina Perez. I am better then I was back then, and most certainly better then you might think. And to be honest, you and I are alot a like, with vast differences. See, we both want to be the most dominate successful and talented females in this business, in this company. We both have a goal, to redefine the entire Women's Division, to become Diva's Champion, and basically, claim our spot at the top of this company, where we should be. There are some others, but the next and most important one; neither of us can stand, stomach or like Maryse. I saw your run in with her, cute...really. Especially the part about you being a champion and her being a nothing. And I'm fairly sure you saw mine with her...you know...where I basically told her she'd never be me...even if she tried. And, of course, when I flat out told her I was going to take her out." Melina shrugged her shoulders, trying to pretend she didn't care, wasn't interested and was barely listening. "Now, you can deny what I say here if you want, but you and I both know...two heads are way better then one" I said, starring at her. She got a rather intrigued look on her face, as she arched one of her eyebrows. "What, exactly, are you getting at, Christy?" she asked, rather inquisitively. "As, astounding as this might sound, you and I teaming up to attain one common goal. Taking Maryse Oulette out of wrestling...and anyone else that might stand in our way. Whether it be Katie Lea, Angelina or Jimbob Joe. We're Cali girls, and us Cali girls stick together. You and I working together, well, as odd as it may sound, you know just as well as I do, that together we'd be able to really cause some damage in the diva's division. And, between us, you and I have the best shot of ever becoming the Diva's Champion then anyone else in this company. But hey, the balls in your court, toots. You know where to find me...once you decide, of course" I said, as I started walking away from her. "Oh, and Melina" I said, pausing to look back at her "I'd really think about this one...because I can almost guarantee, that if you go after Maryse alone, she will not fight alone...Katie Lea's gonna be right there to help her. And wherever you can find one raging bitch, about five others are sure to follow. You should know, after all, you used to be one of 'em..." I said, before turning my back to her and heading down the hallway. I left her, to fend for her thoughts...to really ponder over the thought of she and I working as a coheesive duo. Would she accept the offer, or would she turn it down like many others she's probably gotten. With a smirk, I continued on my venture to my own lockerroom, as Melina went back into hers, to think for a minute or two...or however long she needed.

•�?/FONT> christy hemme •�?/FONT> imitation is the finest form of flattery •�?/FONT>