&&.__a lesson in life. fnfn i. out of character comment. okay so here is my first roleplay for the fnfn match this week. i am soooooo excited for this match, lol. good luck to the girl that plays ivy stratus (sorry, i don't know your real name, lol), may the best female win. and please remember, absolutely none of this is my real feelings or should be taken seriously or personally...it's all in character. erm, i hope y'all enjoy it, i think it's a good means to a start so hopefully it comes off right and stuffs. please excuse any of that html crap like the <dir>...i wrote and saved it in word and well, that's always a pain. i did my best to take them out, but sometimes they get by lol. anywho, good luck, have fun with this match and i cannot wait. yay! The bell sounded, it was a quarter to 9 in the morning. As the children piled in to the classroom and took their seats, they looked around. It was vastly different from any other class they’d ever been in before. There were no mathematical equations displayed randomly around the room, no globes or world maps, no words, letters, book titles. There were no beakers or hot plates or anything that would resemble any sort of “normal�?classroom that a kid the age of 13 would normally walk into. I know I know…you’re asking yourself one very important question; what exactly are they teaching our kids in those schools?! Well, in any other school across the world, in any other classroom very similar to this one, with kids that were very similar to those taking their seats now…there would be world maps, globes and words taped everywhere for everyone to see. But today wasn’t about world maps and times tables…today was time to learn a great lesson in life. As the last child piled into the room, book bags in hand, the second bell rang. This bell was more formerly known as ‘The Tardy Bell�? Any child walking into class after this bell was considered to be tardy. As she took her seat, the door began to close and pulling the door wasn’t their normal instructor. Instead, it was an extremely petite female of average height with the most gorgeous, dark burgundy hair that anyone could ever have. She strategically wore a black and white, stripped dress. The base of the dress was white, with three black lines around the waist and one additional black line going around the bottom of the dress. At one side, the left side was a small bow to decorate the dress some. She wore a black shirt to match the lines of the skirt and completed the outfit with a pair of five inch, black stiletto heels. Her light, caramel colored skin glistened as the lights from the room shun down upon her. She was absolutely perfect and, yes she had quite the familiar face. It was the lovely, talented and soon to be two time WGEF Women’s Champion, me -- Jeanette Salazar. I smiled as I gazed over my class of twenty some-odd kids, watching them as they, in turn, watched me. Most of them recognized me…in fact; all of them recognized me as the familiar face from WGEF screens world wide. None, however, expected that I’d ever grace their classroom, let alone teach their class. I took a long, dark brown, wooden ruler that was resting against the blackboard. With a smile I wrapped my hand around it tightly, taking it in my grip. Lifting it up, I slammed it, with a resounding thud, against the dark brown, wooden teacher’s desk. The class that had been engaging in conversation amongst each other for the last ten minutes, all came to a quick silence as they glared at me. With a smile, I kept my grip on the ruler as the class peered at me through their young, teenaged eyes. The boys, as any normal thirteen year old boy would do, were all absolutely gaga over the glorious statuesque of a woman standing before them. Much better than that horrible Mrs. Puttman that normally taught them honors math. I was very easy on the eyes and kept their attention throughout the entire class. As most thirteen year old girls would do, when they feel their status as the hottest girl in school is being threatened, all peered at me through jealous eyes. They saw, what they considered to be their boys, gazing at this full-figured woman that was like the picturesque of female perfection, in admiration and lust. It was the same look that most of them got daily from the guys, and they’d all become quite accustomed to it. No one likes when they feel that their territory is being threatened and all twelve of these girls felt their territory was in severe danger at that very moment. With a smile on my face, I slowly walked around the huge teacher’s desk that rested at the front of the class and leaned my lower body back against it. With a minor hop, I propped myself on the desk, letting my legs rest in the air. Bringing one leg up, I crossed my legs in a very elegant, lady-like manner, right over left, as I held onto the ruler still, letting it rest firmly on the ground. �?SPAN>Now that I’ve got all of your attention�?I began, with a smile still planted on my face �?SPAN>I’ll introduce myself. And, by the looks on all of your sweet, angelic faces, I can only assume that you already know who I am. But, for those that don’t, I am Jeanette Salazar. Miss. Salazar, as you can all address me. And, I know that your schedules all ready Mathematics Honors but, as you can plainly tell, Mrs. Puttman isn’t here to teach it and I’m not a credited teacher so, for one day only, we’ll change the class name. We’ll call it…Life, 101. And in Life 101, I talk and you all will listen. Maybe y’all can ask questions but, for the most part I talk and you listen…capeesh?!�?I said, with a smirk. They all nodded, with a confused look on their face. �?SPAN>We’ll call it a break from learning. See, Mrs. Puttman had a little slip earlier and bumped her head. She’s fine, she’ll live, and she’s in the nurse’s office resting as we speak. I’m just taking thirty minutes out of my busy schedule to teach the class while she rests, because no one else could or would. See, I was here visiting the school because…well, I gave a kid an award; I was available and really, had nothing better to do. Well, I do but it can wait. I mean, I can beat Ivy Stratus any day, right? Not like it’s that big of a deal, really. So, here I am. Question’s so far?�?I asked, as I peered over the class. They all seemed less confused at this point, now that they knew a little bit about what was going on. One child in the back raised her hand high into the air. As I peeked over the heads of the children sitting in front of her, I smiled as I pointed her out, �?SPAN>Yes, you in the back, what’s on your mind?!�?I questioned, as she lowered her hand. �?FONT color=#996699>Miss. Salazar�?the young girl said, in a low toned voice, �?SPAN>Will we have any homework or daily assignments to account for our grades?�?she asked. She was obviously a level headed student that was very mindful of her grades and keeping them up, high. Jeanette smiled as some of the other students peered back at her, shooting her looks that seemed to make her cower behind her big book she was reading. �?SPAN>Actually, good question�?what’s your name sweetheart?�?I asked, with a comforting smile. She seemed to relax a little more now, with me there to comfort her, in a way. �?SPAN>Angelique�?she said, with a smile. �?SPAN>Well, Angelique thanks for asking. You will have a daily assignment. In just a moment, I’m going to write a question on the board and all you have to do is answer it. Now, if you answer it, turn it in at the end of class and it’s a correct answer, I’ll leave a note for Mrs. Puttman to credit you all with good grades and reports for today, since she is out. Consider it an easy, free 100. Now, if you don’t answer it, don’t turn it in or it’s incorrect, you’ll have to…hmmm…chapter 7 is what you’re all on, right?�?I asked, and they nodded yes. �?SPAN>Then you’ll have to work the first, odd numbered, fifteen problems for homework and turn them in tomorrow to Mrs. Puttman…showing your work, of course!�?/FONT> With a smile, I leaned a little further back on the desk, peering over my class. We were only ten minutes into the class and there was still much to go over. �?SPAN>Now, Life 101 is very simple see, I’ll tell you about myself. Most of you know me as Jeanette Salazar, the former WGEF Women’s Champion. You all, I’m sure, have learned by now about my sudden leave of absence from the company that I took at the end of September that extended until, well, earlier this week. And trust me, I’ve missed being inside that ring more then you all could ever imagine. It’s my life, you know…and being the champion, being a champion that people could be proud of was all that my life consisted of. Well, that and Kevin of course�?and a select few other things but we won’t get into that. Being forcibly removed as Champion was one of the hardest things I ever had to go through. And watching as Tapanga Britt was crowned champion absolutely killed me. Don’t get me wrong, the girl is a deserving champion, a proud champion and definitely a commendable opponent, contender and wrestler. She’s amazing, quite frankly and if someone were to follow me, she was one of the top females I’d name as my successor. What bothered me was the way it was won. The fact that I couldn’t even give her a challenge is what absolutely gutted me. But, we’ll not foil on the past. What’s even worse then being removed as champion, is having to watch two of my colleagues and two females that I feel should be champion right now, virtually screwed over for some half-wit cousin…half sister�?aunt twice removed…Ivy Stratus. Who really cares how she’s related to Trish, the mere fact that she is and sucks in the ring is enough evidence to condemn her for life. She proudly wears the Stratus name yet, when she steps into the ring any credibility she’d get from having Stratus as her last name, is removed just as suddenly as it was given out. Let’s face facts here, kids, the girl sucks. She’s a pretty girl…in her own fake, plastic way…but she’s no me and definitely no Tapanga Britt, as far as in-ring skills are concerned and she never will be. So to call her a ‘deserving�?champion or even a worthy contender or champion or even member of the female roster completely disgusts me. She’s a sweet girl, or she was when I left in September but, sweet isn’t what’s going to keep her as champion or help her beat me. And to say that she was lucky at On the Edge would be a severe understatement. Like I said, the kid sucks and doesn’t deserve to hold that belt. Much like I didn’t deserve to lose it in the manner that I did, but tomatoe, tomato right? Ivy’s entire reign is purely about luck…she got lucky she was even placed in the match. She was in the right place at the right time and after Tapanga and Kia beat the holy hell out of each other �?excuse me �?she did nothing more but drop to her flabby tummy, pin a girl, get the three and walk out a winner. The scramble was a shame, it was about luck. Any schmuck walking in off the streets could’ve been lucky, waited for the right moment and fall down, pin the first girl at hand and get the belt. That schmuck on that night just happened to be Ivy. Am I bitter? Not really. You’ve got to do what you got to do, in order to get and keep your name in the limelight, ya know, but then again…I’m a crazed woman on a mission…a mission to get my belt back. So, you could easily say that Kaylee just threw her best friends…cousin twice removed…into the shark pool and, I’m the Queen Shark at this time. And I definitely intend on feasting, come Friday night�?I said, as I got off the table and began to pace the classroom, at a slow pace. It wasn’t long before I stopped pacing, only for a mere moment, to peer at the classroom full of thirteen year olds. They had a certain, strange appeal to them. It resembled innocence, in a lot of ways. Everyone remembers being thirteen. The hormones start to kick in just around that time, boys really start to realize the importance of girls in this world…and peer pressure; girls start to realize the importance of having good friends to lean on, in times of need and heartache. “True love�?blossoms…though many look at it as nothing more then puppy love among two children. I could see all of this in these kids. It was a reminder of what was still good and wholesome about a world that was quickly shaping up to be far worse and far more complicated then any of them were ready to understand. All the wars going on, fighting, racism; having to fight for your lives everyday…not just in war but in work places, on the streets. The fight to keep your family afloat, to keep your home, the financial struggles that everyone seemed to be going through, these kids were unapprised to these things. Hell, Fantasia Barrino’s North Carolina home was getting foreclosed on…so yes, everyone was feeling the after burn of the financial crisis. These kids reminded us that, despite the fighting going on in the world, despite all the troubles…we had to protect them. We had to protect their youthfulness, their innocence. �?SPAN>Class�?I continued, with a smile on my face. �?SPAN>A lesson in life is what I aim to teach you today and, with a reason. As I stated earlier, Ivy Stratus being champion is nothing more then a fluke. She was merely a pawn in the scramble…a pawn that just so happened to take advantage of an uncontrollable situation. And, with three of the top stars in this company out of action, myself and Tapanga on a extended leave of absence and Kia departing ways from the company…who else would Trish and Kaylee turn to, to fill the open void in the Women’s Division. Obviously not Kaylee, she had a bun in the oven…her like, eighth, if I’m not mistaken and Trish certainly couldn’t, by default of the rules of her own company. She was already the Intercontinental champion, a reign with marked days, of course. So who else could they turn to, but Ivy? She’s a champion of convenience, not because she actually deserves the belt, not because she’s fought long and hard for the belt and certainly not because she’s done a damn thing to prove that she’s a true and worthy contender for the belt. But merely because, she was there…she was around…she was wrestling. Now, if it were up to me I would’ve taken someone like Randy Orton put a blonde wig on him, a women’s body suit, and a dress and decked him out in pinks and purples, put him in the match and let him wear the belt. At least he’s got some credibility to his name. Not much, anymore, but that’s neither here nor there. Then again, I’m not exactly willing to throw away any amount of credit that the fine women of this company has managed to achieve, just to put someone like Ivy Stratus on top of the world, the division and with a belt. Not exactly something I’d risk. No disrespect to the girl, she’s sweet and all that. She does well by one of my closest friends Chris Kinning…but she holds no merit being champion. That belt belongs to me, and I’ll take back what is rightfully mine this Friday night on Fight Night, you can all be rest assured on that one. I’m sure she’s a proud champion, she’s happy and she feels fulfilled, like her life and worth actually means something now, especially taking into accord the fact that she beat Kia Mitchell and Tapanga Britt. But don’t, for a single second, think that because she managed to beat those two gives her any such credit…or the ability to beat me. I managed to grace that belt for roughly four glorious months…longer then so many others that have held the belt before me. And when I get it back on Friday Night, you can rest assured that I will hold for twice, three times…even four times as long.�?I paused, with a proud smile on my face as I leaned my body against the door frame. �?SPAN>See kids, being brutally honest isn’t always a sign of disrespect. I will always hold respect for Tapanga Britt, for Kia Mitchell…for Chris McKenzie. I’ll even hold respect for Kinning; after all, he is one of the few people in this world that knows me, to some extent, like a book. But Ivy, she hasn’t done anything to earn my respect and being a transitional, fluke of a champion is definitely not the way to go about earning that respect. She wants people to take her seriously as a competitor, she’d better learn, and fast, that to be taken seriously, she has to perform seriously. Bra and Panties matches and pudding matches are fine for entertainment value, especially when you’ve got the body of a plastic Barbie doll. But it doesn’t make you a wrestler, or anywhere near being a good wrestler�?I said, as I adjusted my body some. �?SPAN>Take Trish for example. This female started off at the very bottom of the totem pole and, along side other females like Chyna �?ya know, pre-crack days, and Lita…she helped to re-revolutionize women’s wrestling. She competed in bra and panties matches; she was nothing more then arm candy. She helped make some of the biggest male stars in the industry, even bigger. She wore micro-mini’s, tight tops and had the body of Pamela Anderson only shorter…and a lot less skanky. But she transformed from nothing more then a piece of hot a�?erm…behind, to one of the best female wrestlers to grace a ring…ever! A seven time Women’s Champion, a Hardcore Champion, Intercontinental Champion, she is the owner of her own company on top of being a proud mama and wife to Deacon. She is like super-woman, without the really weird tights. Now, scoot her to a side and do a side-by-side picture of what Trish was and is, to what Ivy is and could be…there are absolutely no similarities outside of the last name. Period. As I said, no disrespect to Ivy but, she has no place being the WGEF Women’s Champion. She’s facing the fight of her life, when she goes up against me on Friday night, in what will be her first and only Women’s title defense…ever! Kids, you are starring at the face of female wrestling, the future of this business. I know I have what it takes to walk out, Friday night, as a champion and you can rest assured, I will have that belt around my waist come Friday night. Whether Ivy shows up or not, whether she brings the fight to me or not, she will lose that belt to me. And things in the wide world of wrestling �?at least, as far as WGEF is concerned �?will be right back to the way they were…the way they should’ve been for the past three months. Three months of fluke champions, nobodies holding the belt, one-time title defenses and cockiness and ego’s floating sky high, three months of girls that couldn’t hack it, being the champion, the top dog, the HBIC. And finally, the REAL Queen of WGEF is back and better then ever…and looking to reclaim her spot as thee single best Women’s Champions. Okay maybe I’m getting a little cocky here but, that’s okay. It’s the excitement of being back and regaining my championship belt that’s got me that way. Trust me, you’d feel the same it if were you�?I said with a smile. Slowly, I walked to the blackboard and grabbed one of the long sticks of white chalk. With the neatest handwriting possible, I wrote a question on the board. ‘In your honest opinion, who do you think will walk out the winner on Friday night…and why?�?/FONT> Stopping, I turned around and placed the chalk back on the board, in its little holder. �?SPAN>Kids, this is your assignment. Answer the question and give an honest, open opinion as to why you chose what you did. Do that, and I will leave an amazing report for your instructor and you’ll get a free A for today. Couldn’t be much easier then that, right? You have ten minutes to complete the assignment, turn them in when you’re done and when the bell rings, you’re free to go�?I said, taking a seat behind the desk. All the kids took out a piece of notebook paper and a pen or pencil and began writing. Here the tapings of pens and pencils against the desk as these kids wrote, it was astonishing how quickly they answered the questions and finished. More then half the class turned in their assignment within five minutes, which impressed me. By the time the bell rang, it was pretty damn exciting to get to read these thirteen year olds responses to the Women’s Title match in WGEF. Thumbing through them, they all had the same answer, and pretty much the same reasons. They’d elected me as their winner, and their reason…well more or less because I was the better contender for the job. With a smile on my face, I grabbed all the papers and, with a blank sheet of white paper left a note for Mrs. Puttman when she returned. A good report for her morning class, giving all of them a deserving A for being a star class. With a smile, I erased the board and headed out of the room, as the second bell was merely minutes away from ringing and Mrs. Puttman was on her way back. Five days in counting…five days left in Ivy’s piss poor example of a title reign. Five days left before I get to reclaim my status as the top female this business, this industry…this company has to offer. Five days for Ivy to hope, and pray, that she get talent enough to beat me on Friday…five days for me to scope out my opponent, find every single weak spot she had and exploit them, to become a two time WGEF Women’s Champion. One day down…four more to go…Good luck Ivy, you’ll need it. �?/FONT> j e a n e t t e �?/FONT> n e v a e h �?/FONT> s a l a z a r �?/FONT>