It had been more then eight months since the world of professional wrestling �?most importantly, Professional Wrestling Inc �?had seen the bright, shining, beautiful face of the bodacious blonde that the fans came to know and love…or, at least know�?Chance Kennedy was one of the PWI originals. She was one of the first females to sign with the company in its original run, long before some of the so called “greatest stars to ever grace PWI�?came along…and one of the first to sign back to PWI. Her most notable accomplishments, being crowned the first ever Diamond Championess, co-holding the belt with that mutant from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Russia</st1:country-region></st1:place>, Katya Rose. These two females absolutely despised each other, and everyone in the company was torn…having to choose a side. Fifty percent of the company, and its share holders would choose Katya. She was the more suitable one. Of course, that was the same fifty percent that would preach to Chance about her constant promiscuity and her love for freelance sex. Chance was a very, what you see is what you get, type of girl…and she was very open about her sexual needs, desires and wants…as well as her sexual past. It became her niche, some would say. The other fifty percent of the company �?the likes of close friends like Scarlett Manson, Tara Wilson and yes, even the disputably respectable Ryan Payne �?were all rooting for Chance. And, despite their many differences, and the fact that they could never seem to utter a single nice word to one another…ever…Ryan and Chance had a mutual respect for one another. Some could say it was sexual tension, but then again…if you were ever around these two long enough you’d realize, those some were probably high on the good stuff. Ryan and Chance were both obviously attractive people and it would be no wonder why it’d be easy for people to assume they’d just want to …ahem, do it like they do on the discovery channel. But honestly speaking, that thought never crossed either of their minds. At least, not that they’d admit.

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Another, more vivid memory that Chance has in the company is the infamous First Blood match with Katya, where she was accused �?and found guilty of �?stabbing the woman. All’s fair in love and war, was Chance’s outtake. And, after all, the match was First Blood. Bleeding by any means necessary. But, Naomi James didn’t see it that way, and neither did Alex Mahone. Both had her indefinitely suspended in March that lasted all the way until the end of May, when she finally made a return…all thanks to Jack Daniels, who was definitely a long-lasting and proud, ChancieK fan. Of course he had ulterior motives…and despite her history as a sex fiend, she never did sleep with Daniels. As attractive as he was, he was still as repulsive, disgusting and pathetic to her after he lifted her suspension, as he was the first time she ever met the man. Be that as it may, Naomi used her powers of ownership to review the tape and, for whatever reason, felt the need to suspend Chance from action. And Mahone agreed on the suspension. Not because he felt that she deserved it…but because he owed her a little revenge. See, in November of 2007, Chance managed to sink her claws into Mahone, which was probably the cause of his personal life dramas. His girlfriend, at the time, managed to get herself a contract with PWI…she was like the vapor rub girl or something. Nonetheless, she was there. And, at the November pay-per-view event, Chance stormed into Mahone’s office and demanded something that she felt she rightfully earned; a shot at the, then, PWI Bloodsport Championship belt. His response was “I’ll consider it”…which never seemed to please Chance. It wasn’t just about the belt to her, either. For her, she had a major bone to pick with the champion at the time, Ambika Renton that lasted them more then a year. They first met in ROW, and in their last match with the company, and its last huge pay-per-view event, Chance’s Revolution Championship belt was on the line, and the match ended in a no contest. Both girls managed to beat the holy hell out of each other, and left far too much blood and guts in the ring to be able to determine an actual winner. That never sat well with either of them, and it was only a matter of time before they would meet in the ring again. And Chance, she took it upon herself to step up the pace by demanding a match with Ambika �?for her championship belt this time. Two weeks would pass and Chance would get no response, so what does she do? She toys with Mahone in a way that, well, was pretty despicable. She’d sneak into his office and leave a pair of �?always new �?panties tucked somewhere as a “present�? She’d stash his room key in the pocket of his jacket and left love notes, roses and various other items around for Mahone �?and his girlfriend �?to see. This caused quite the stir between the two. So much so, that she demanded he have no interaction or contact with the blonde beauty…ever! Well, being the General Manager and all, he very well couldn’t promise that, despite the efforts, and he’d found himself in rather compromising positions between the two. She made it abundantly clear, she’d go as far as she needed to, to get what she wanted and what she wanted, was Ambika Renton. It almost seemed as if Mahone loved the attention he got, because he never would give in…and finally, Jack Daniels took it upon himself to step in. He arranged a match between Chance and Mahone’s girlfriend at the time, Sophia �?with Mahone as the special guest referee. However, Mahone took it a step further, by making it a no disqualifications match, which never seemed to please Sophia.

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The match would soon change, when news broke that Chance was pregnant, and the daddy was Mahone. A replacement was added to the match for Chance, a friend in the form of the equally devilish and evil, Khia Carson. Minutes before the match, the truth spelt out that Chance wasn’t pregnant, the match continued and Sophia would score her first �?and only �?victory in PWI…ever. But that never stopped Chance from getting a few licks in, just to show Mahone her relentlessness wouldn’t end on that night. And, despite the somewhat happy ending for Mahone, it proved to be only the start of his personal issues. So many would follow, Sophia never forgave him for all the things that happened with Chance, including the match he made. Not to mention the fact that she sternly believed he had slept with the girl…at least once…though, it never happened. They never reconciled after that, many times they’d try but a new problem would show face and for that, Mahone wanted his own personal revenge on Chance. After all, wouldn’t you? He did view her as the one that started the downward spiral that’s become his life. Hence why he was so obliged to suspend Chance, without even taking into consideration the fact that, the match was mad first blood �?there are no rules in first blood. He denied the revenge theory, but everyone �?including Daniels and Chance �?knew that was the sole purpose of her suspension. That and, Naomi’s need for political correctness and to be the spit-spot, shiny little starlet…she couldn’t employ someone with the sexual past like Chance. That’d be like befriending Paris Hilton and Britney Spears. When Chance finally did return, in late May, she was first ordered as the special guest referee in the championship bout between Katya Rose and Ambika Renton. But that never came to be, mainly because of contract issues between Chance and PWI, and the fact that Naomi �?and Mahone �?was adamant on getting Chance out of the company. They successfully did, when she sent them a final farewell, boot to the ass on her way out. She quit! But that was well over seven months ago, and it was a new day and age for PWI…and Chance was back, and definitely better then ever before.

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As the newest member of management walked through the curtain, he was greeted by several stars that had just been signed, shaking hands and exchanging names as he aimed for his office. Once he finally arrived, he wondered why the door was left somewhat open, when he knew that he’d fully closed it. As he closed the door behind him and turned around, he also noticed a brand new, black leather Prada handbag on his purse…a rather large sized one, at that. Clearing his throat, the chair swung around and who would he be face to face with? None other then the great, Chance Kennedy. In attire that was quite normal for Chance, despite the cold weather out, she adjusted the extremely tight top she was wearing that night. It was enough to make even the gayest man straight, with it’s revealing, plunging neckline and the way it managed to make her boobs that much bigger and more delectable. Covering the lower portion of her body was a pair of extremely tight, form-fitting pants that showed off every vivacious curve she had. Despite the rules of “never wearing white after labor day�?Chance managed to pull them off quite nicely. Of course, with a figure like hers, it wasn’t hard to make anything look good. The pants were stylish and flared out just a bit at the bottom, boot cut pants and they were nice dress slacks. Chance was a very fashionable person, and always managed to dress her best for every occasion, regardless. After all, she had a rep to protect. With a smile on her face, she gently ran her freshly manicured, French tipped finger nails through the long, flowing blonde locks that she had. Her hair was healthy, shiny and so beautiful, with just the right amount of bounce…and curl. Her lips were lightly glossed over; watermelon flavored �?her personal favorite �?and looked so much more kissable tonight then before. Maybe it was just the mere fact that this woman hadn’t been seen since the late part of May, that made her seem more beautiful. Regardless, Chance was a damn knockout. Covering her feet were a pair of six inch, stiletto, black leather knee boots that were covered by the pants. All you could really see on the boots were the heel and pointed toe tip as she walked. “Can I help you?�?Martin asked, with an intrigued look on his face as he approached his desk. “Actually…I’m pretty sure you can…just like I’m pretty sure I could help you�?Chance responded, with a confident smirk on her face. Gently, she licked her lips as she stared at the “fine piece of male specimen�?that stood in front of her. “Ahh, the infamous Chance Kennedy, I presume. I’ve heard a great deal about you, Miss. Kennedy, and wondered when I’d have the honor of actually meeting you�?he responded, letting out a small chuckle. “My reputation precedes me, I suppose�?Chance responded, as she crossed her legs, right over left. “I must say, Mr. Matthews, this chair and the power it possesses…are kind of a turn on for me. And, I’m sure you know that I’ve got a thing for men with power�?she continued, biting down gently, on her bottom lip as she eyed him. He merely smirked, turning the chair so that it was facing him now, “I’ve heard a great deal about you, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:State w:st="on">Miss.</st1:State></st1:place> Kennedy…most of which I am impressed with�?he said, as he leaned in to her some. “But there is still so much more you need to learn�?Chance responded, with a coy smile.

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Gently, Martin took Chance’s hand and gave it a gentle kiss, as gentlemen would then help her to her feet…so that he could sit down. Some gentlemen he was, huh? “You know, Miss. Kennedy, those tools of persuasion you flash around, that smirk of yours and, well, that body that you’ve been obviously blessed with �?may have worked on Mahone and Daniels…but it’ll take a lot more then a lick of the lips and an invitation to your hotel room to woo me�?Martin said, as he sat and began to ruffle through some of the papers on his desk. “Then, it’s a good thing I’m not trying to woo you, now isn’t it�?Chance said, with a smirk as she leaned in to him. Despite all her efforts a few minutes ago, she really wasn’t trying to woo him. But it was Chance Kennedy for Christ’s sake, at what point in her life wasn’t she a big, major flirt? “Really now�?he asked, thinking it was a lie to cover up her obvious failure. “Please, Mr. Matthews. What happened between Alex Mahone and I, only proved that I was the more dominate person in that entire equation. Look at me, Mr. Matthews, I am young, beautiful and quite vibrant �?do you honestly think I’d disgrace myself, my reputation and my career by doing the horizontal tango with someone the likes �?and repulsiveness �?as Alex Mahone? God that would mean I was beyond desperate. For me, it was a ploy…one he played right into. See, what Mahone quickly realized was, I’m a woman that knows exactly what she wants. A woman that’ll do just about anything to get it, too. And, at the time, I wanted Ambika Renton in a match, one-on-one…this time, with her gold on the line. It was a fucking year in the making and, how does he respond…’we’ll see’…no sir, there are no “we’ll sees�?when it comes to Chance Riley Kennedy. It’s either a yes or a no; I don’t do this in-between bullshit. He blamed me for the failure that was his relationship with Sophie, but in reality…that was all him. See, they had problems long before I came along…he cheated on her, she had his baby and never told him…I just saw those problems and brought them to reality. I used those problems to get what I wanted, and like a dumbass Mahone fails again. Instead, what does he do? Gives me his precious little commodity, his girlfriend in a no disqualifications match? Talk about a total buffoon! But my mind games never stopped there. I’d keep going until I got what I wanted and, despite his efforts I finally did. I was the first female to wear that Diamond Championess belt around my waist, with that awful cunt-hag Katya Rose. That belt was, and still is, rightfully mine. But Mahone and his need for “revenge�?took that from me, by suspending me for using an illegal weapon in a match with no rules, no bars, no disqualifications and absolutely no other means of winning but to draw blood in any way that you can. I did that, when I slashed that little zit across her chunky stomach and her blood poured out like a rainfall on a hot summer’s day. He robbed me of something I worked my entire career for and that, Mr. Matthews, does not sit well with me at all. Not to mention, I still wouldn’t mind finishing off what Ambika and I started, well over two years ago now�?I said, with a smirk on my face as I took a seat in front of his desk, in one of the plush, leather chairs he’d had stationed there.

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Crossing my legs as I had before, that same, trademarked Chance Kennedy smirk stretched across her beautiful face as she starred at Martin Matthews, the new General Manager for Turmoil. “Trust me, <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Miss.</st1:place></st1:State> Kennedy…I know all about your past and the mistakes that were made as far as Mahone and James are concerned. Had it been a different time and with different people, a different outcome would’ve surfaced but…unfortunately…the company was run by two Neanderthals and a self-serving little twit that couldn’t possible know her ass from her elbow�?Martin added, as he shook his head in disgust, when referencing to the three that previously ran PWI. “Yeah well, that little self-serving twit took something from me that meant more to me then you could ever imagine. That self-serving twit ruined a reign that would’ve been far better and much more successful then Katya’s…who spent the first portion of her fucking reign on the shelf, healing from the battle scars of our match and the some-odd stitches it took to close her hefty ass up. And that last portion of her reign…well, let’s just say the bitch spent more time on the losing end of every match she was booked in, dropped the ball more times then I could possibly count and failed as a champion, just like she failed at beating me in January…just like she failed at ‘ending my career�? In fact, it pretty much seemed the other way around. It would seem, Mr. Matthews, that I took her dyke-like ass off the map without even being apart of the company. I mean, the girl constantly no-showed to matches she was booked in, got completely chewed up, spat out and then devoured by Scarlett Manson and Ambika Renton…and yet…I was still the one sitting at home suspended for a bogus reason…and she still managed to remain champion. Now tell me, Mr. Matthews, does that sound at all right to you?�?Chance asked, as he shook his head. “Again, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:State w:st="on">Miss.</st1:State></st1:place> Kennedy…I know your past and all we can do is aim to rectify the wrong that those barbarians managed to do, while employed here�?Martin added, but that wasn’t satisfying enough. “Don’t worry your precious little ass one bit, sweetheart. I’ve got the rectifying in full control. See, what they did to me left me quite cold inside. And now, well…there’s a whole new Chance Kennedy just waiting to be released. And the first chance I get �?no pun intended �?to rip Katya apart and leave her for the wolves to devour, I will. All the while, taking grasp of any and every championship belt that I possibly can. You can call it a grudge if you want; I prefer to call it destiny. I was destined to end that sad little cunt’s pathetic attempt at a career and I will…and this time, there won’t be anyone around to stop me. Not some drama-starting, self-serving little asswipe twit that seemed more involved in herself and her career then the good of this company, not some horny asshole…I mean seriously, I got more pleasure from the name then I did from the man. Jack Daniels…now there’s a guy a girl can depend on�?Chance said, with a playful wink. “And definitely not some revenge-seeking, power hungry old bastard with way too much time on his hands and a leash around his neck that keeps him tied down to whatever pussy he manages to grab hold of. See, Mr. Matthews…I’ve never been a girl that relies on anyone else to help me out. Especially not a man. There is only one reason I need a man, and that’s for my nightly fix of pure pleasure and fun. Once that’s over with, I have no use for the bastards. Well, most of them anyway. There is only one person I trust and rely on, and that’s myself…I am my number one and, that’s what makes me better then half the people in this company. They rely too much on friends with power, friends that back them up and the men �?or women �?they are linked to. As Whitney Houston says; I’m every woman…it’s all in me. And, as corny as it sounds and despite the amount of dope she was probably on when she sang that song, it’s still very true. So, if your asking me to sit around and hope and pray that you and your counterpart there, Mr. Boring, make things right for me…and make things happen, then you’re on the same fucking dope that Houston was…or is…on. And if you’re asking me to rely on you and Mr. Boring, well, that’s just asking a bit too much from the girl that usually has no limits. I just wanted to let you know, before things really heated up, that I am out for number one this time, and I’ll do whatever I have to, to keep myself satisfied in every means of the word�?Chance said, as she rose from the chair. He nodded, as he watched her grab her purse and head for the door of his office. “I warned him…ya know…�?she said, looking back at Martin Matthews. “Excuse me?�?he asked with a perplexed look on his face. “I warned him that I’d go further then he could ever possibly think…Mahone. When I met with him that very first time, I told him that I’d go as far as I needed to, to get what I wanted and he knew I would. It was like he was daring me to do it…as if he truly wanted to believe that I wouldn’t. Guess he knows now, when a woman says she will…that definitely means that she will…�?Chance said, as she walked out of Mr. Matthews�?office. She had a smile on her face as she closed the door behind her, the camera’s kept right on filming her walk down the hall, then panned back into his office to catch him thinking about what she said, and reviewing some of the papers on his desk which…conveniently enough, were papers concerning the entire PWI Women’s Division and what would become of it.

It had been more then eight months since the world of professional wrestling �?most importantly, Professional Wrestling Inc �?had seen the bright, shining, beautiful face of the bodacious blonde that the fans came to know and love…or, at least know�?Chance Kennedy was one of the PWI originals. She was one of the first females to sign with the company in its original run, long before some of the so called “greatest stars to ever grace PWI�?came along…and one of the first to sign back to PWI. Her most notable accomplishments, being crowned the first ever Diamond Championess, co-holding the belt with that mutant from Russia, Katya Rose. These two females absolutely despised each other, and everyone in the company was torn…having to choose a side. Fifty percent of the company, and its share holders would choose Katya. She was the more suitable one. Of course, that was the same fifty percent that would preach to Chance about her constant promiscuity and her love for freelance sex. Chance was a very, what you see is what you get, type of girl…and she was very open about her sexual needs, desires and wants…as well as her sexual past. It became her niche, some would say. The other fifty percent of the company �?the likes of close friends like Scarlett Manson, Tara Wilson and yes, even the disputably respectable Ryan Payne �?were all rooting for Chance. And, despite their many differences, and the fact that they could never seem to utter a single nice word to one another…ever…Ryan and Chance had a mutual respect for one another. Some could say it was sexual tension, but then again…if you were ever around these two long enough you’d realize, those some were probably high on the good stuff. Ryan and Chance were both obviously attractive people and it would be no wonder why it’d be easy for people to assume they’d just want to …ahem, do it like they do on the discovery channel. But honestly speaking, that thought never crossed either of their minds. At least, not that they’d admit.

Another, more vivid memory that Chance has in the company is the infamous First Blood match with Katya, where she was accused �?and found guilty of �?stabbing the woman. All’s fair in love and war, was Chance’s outtake. And, after all, the match was First Blood. Bleeding by any means necessary. But, Naomi James didn’t see it that way, and neither did Alex Mahone. Both had her indefinitely suspended in March that lasted all the way until the end of May, when she finally made a return…all thanks to Jack Daniels, who was definitely a long-lasting and proud, ChancieK fan. Of course he had ulterior motives…and despite her history as a sex fiend, she never did sleep with Daniels. As attractive as he was, he was still as repulsive, disgusting and pathetic to her after he lifted her suspension, as he was the first time she ever met the man. Be that as it may, Naomi used her powers of ownership to review the tape and, for whatever reason, felt the need to suspend Chance from action. And Mahone agreed on the suspension. Not because he felt that she deserved it…but because he owed her a little revenge. See, in November of 2007, Chance managed to sink her claws into Mahone, which was probably the cause of his personal life dramas. His girlfriend, at the time, managed to get herself a contract with PWI…she was like the vapor rub girl or something. Nonetheless, she was there. And, at the November pay-per-view event, Chance stormed into Mahone’s office and demanded something that she felt she rightfully earned; a shot at the, then, PWI Bloodsport Championship belt. His response was “I’ll consider it”…which never seemed to please Chance. It wasn’t just about the belt to her, either. For her, she had a major bone to pick with the champion at the time, Ambika Renton that lasted them more then a year. They first met in ROW, and in their last match with the company, and its last huge pay-per-view event, Chance’s Revolution Championship belt was on the line, and the match ended in a no contest. Both girls managed to beat the holy hell out of each other, and left far too much blood and guts in the ring to be able to determine an actual winner. That never sat well with either of them, and it was only a matter of time before they would meet in the ring again. And Chance, she took it upon herself to step up the pace by demanding a match with Ambika �?for her championship belt this time. Two weeks would pass and Chance would get no response, so what does she do? She toys with Mahone in a way that, well, was pretty despicable. She’d sneak into his office and leave a pair of �?always new �?panties tucked somewhere as a “present�? She’d stash his room key in the pocket of his jacket and left love notes, roses and various other items around for Mahone �?and his girlfriend �?to see. This caused quite the stir between the two. So much so, that she demanded he have no interaction or contact with the blonde beauty…ever! Well, being the General Manager and all, he very well couldn’t promise that, despite the efforts, and he’d found himself in rather compromising positions between the two. She made it abundantly clear, she’d go as far as she needed to, to get what she wanted and what she wanted, was Ambika Renton. It almost seemed as if Mahone loved the attention he got, because he never would give in…and finally, Jack Daniels took it upon himself to step in. He arranged a match between Chance and Mahone’s girlfriend at the time, Sophia �?with Mahone as the special guest referee. However, Mahone took it a step further, by making it a no disqualifications match, which never seemed to please Sophia.

The match would soon change, when news broke that Chance was pregnant, and the daddy was Mahone. A replacement was added to the match for Chance, a friend in the form of the equally devilish and evil, Khia Carson. Minutes before the match, the truth spelt out that Chance wasn’t pregnant, the match continued and Sophia would score her first �?and only �?victory in PWI…ever. But that never stopped Chance from getting a few licks in, just to show Mahone her relentlessness wouldn’t end on that night. And, despite the somewhat happy ending for Mahone, it proved to be only the start of his personal issues. So many would follow, Sophia never forgave him for all the things that happened with Chance, including the match he made. Not to mention the fact that she sternly believed he had slept with the girl…at least once…though, it never happened. They never reconciled after that, many times they’d try but a new problem would show face and for that, Mahone wanted his own personal revenge on Chance. After all, wouldn’t you? He did view her as the one that started the downward spiral that’s become his life. Hence why he was so obliged to suspend Chance, without even taking into consideration the fact that, the match was mad first blood �?there are no rules in first blood. He denied the revenge theory, but everyone �?including Daniels and Chance �?knew that was the sole purpose of her suspension. That and, Naomi’s need for political correctness and to be the spit-spot, shiny little starlet…she couldn’t employ someone with the sexual past like Chance. That’d be like befriending Paris Hilton and Britney Spears. When Chance finally did return, in late May, she was first ordered as the special guest referee in the championship bout between Katya Rose and Ambika Renton. But that never came to be, mainly because of contract issues between Chance and PWI, and the fact that Naomi �?and Mahone �?was adamant on getting Chance out of the company. They successfully did, when she sent them a final farewell, boot to the ass on her way out. She quit! But that was well over seven months ago, and it was a new day and age for PWI…and Chance was back, and definitely better then ever before.

As the newest member of management walked through the curtain, he was greeted by several stars that had just been signed, shaking hands and exchanging names as he aimed for his office. Once he finally arrived, he wondered why the door was left somewhat open, when he knew that he’d fully closed it. As he closed the door behind him and turned around, he also noticed a brand new, black leather Prada handbag on his purse…a rather large sized one, at that. Clearing his throat, the chair swung around and who would he be face to face with? None other then the great, Chance Kennedy. In attire that was quite normal for Chance, despite the cold weather out, she adjusted the extremely tight top she was wearing that night. It was enough to make even the gayest man straight, with it’s revealing, plunging neckline and the way it managed to make her boobs that much bigger and more delectable. Covering the lower portion of her body was a pair of extremely tight, form-fitting pants that showed off every vivacious curve she had. Despite the rules of “never wearing white after labor day�?Chance managed to pull them off quite nicely. Of course, with a figure like hers, it wasn’t hard to make anything look good. The pants were stylish and flared out just a bit at the bottom, boot cut pants and they were nice dress slacks. Chance was a very fashionable person, and always managed to dress her best for every occasion, regardless. After all, she had a rep to protect. With a smile on her face, she gently ran her freshly manicured, French tipped finger nails through the long, flowing blonde locks that she had. Her hair was healthy, shiny and so beautiful, with just the right amount of bounce…and curl. Her lips were lightly glossed over; watermelon flavored �?her personal favorite �?and looked so much more kissable tonight then before. Maybe it was just the mere fact that this woman hadn’t been seen since the late part of May, that made her seem more beautiful. Regardless, Chance was a damn knockout. Covering her feet were a pair of six inch, stiletto, black leather knee boots that were covered by the pants. All you could really see on the boots were the heel and pointed toe tip as she walked. “Can I help you?�?Martin asked, with an intrigued look on his face as he approached his desk. “Actually…I’m pretty sure you can…just like I’m pretty sure I could help you�?Chance responded, with a confident smirk on her face. Gently, she licked her lips as she stared at the “fine piece of male specimen�?that stood in front of her. “Ahh, the infamous Chance Kennedy, I presume. I’ve heard a great deal about you, Miss. Kennedy, and wondered when I’d have the honor of actually meeting you�?he responded, letting out a small chuckle. “My reputation precedes me, I suppose�?Chance responded, as she crossed her legs, right over left. “I must say, Mr. Matthews, this chair and the power it possesses…are kind of a turn on for me. And, I’m sure you know that I’ve got a thing for men with power�?she continued, biting down gently, on her bottom lip as she eyed him. He merely smirked, turning the chair so that it was facing him now, “I’ve heard a great deal about you, Miss. Kennedy…most of which I am impressed with�?he said, as he leaned in to her some. “But there is still so much more you need to learn�?Chance responded, with a coy smile.

Gently, Martin took Chance’s hand and gave it a gentle kiss, as gentlemen would then help her to her feet…so that he could sit down. Some gentlemen he was, huh? “You know, Miss. Kennedy, those tools of persuasion you flash around, that smirk of yours and, well, that body that you’ve been obviously blessed with �?may have worked on Mahone and Daniels…but it’ll take a lot more then a lick of the lips and an invitation to your hotel room to woo me�?Martin said, as he sat and began to ruffle through some of the papers on his desk. “Then, it’s a good thing I’m not trying to woo you, now isn’t it�?Chance said, with a smirk as she leaned in to him. Despite all her efforts a few minutes ago, she really wasn’t trying to woo him. But it was Chance Kennedy for Christ’s sake, at what point in her life wasn’t she a big, major flirt? “Really now�?he asked, thinking it was a lie to cover up her obvious failure. “Please, Mr. Matthews. What happened between Alex Mahone and I, only proved that I was the more dominate person in that entire equation. Look at me, Mr. Matthews, I am young, beautiful and quite vibrant �?do you honestly think I’d disgrace myself, my reputation and my career by doing the horizontal tango with someone the likes �?and repulsiveness �?as Alex Mahone? God that would mean I was beyond desperate. For me, it was a ploy…one he played right into. See, what Mahone quickly realized was, I’m a woman that knows exactly what she wants. A woman that’ll do just about anything to get it, too. And, at the time, I wanted Ambika Renton in a match, one-on-one…this time, with her gold on the line. It was a fucking year in the making and, how does he respond…’we’ll see’…no sir, there are no “we’ll sees�?when it comes to Chance Riley Kennedy. It’s either a yes or a no; I don’t do this in-between bullshit. He blamed me for the failure that was his relationship with Sophie, but in reality…that was all him. See, they had problems long before I came along…he cheated on her, she had his baby and never told him…I just saw those problems and brought them to reality. I used those problems to get what I wanted, and like a dumbass Mahone fails again. Instead, what does he do? Gives me his precious little commodity, his girlfriend in a no disqualifications match? Talk about a total buffoon! But my mind games never stopped there. I’d keep going until I got what I wanted and, despite his efforts I finally did. I was the first female to wear that Diamond Championess belt around my waist, with that awful cunt-hag Katya Rose. That belt was, and still is, rightfully mine. But Mahone and his need for “revenge�?took that from me, by suspending me for using an illegal weapon in a match with no rules, no bars, no disqualifications and absolutely no other means of winning but to draw blood in any way that you can. I did that, when I slashed that little zit across her chunky stomach and her blood poured out like a rainfall on a hot summer’s day. He robbed me of something I worked my entire career for and that, Mr. Matthews, does not sit well with me at all. Not to mention, I still wouldn’t mind finishing off what Ambika and I started, well over two years ago now�?I said, with a smirk on my face as I took a seat in front of his desk, in one of the plush, leather chairs he’d had stationed there.

Crossing my legs as I had before, that same, trademarked Chance Kennedy smirk stretched across her beautiful face as she starred at Martin Matthews, the new General Manager for Turmoil. “Trust me, Miss. Kennedy…I know all about your past and the mistakes that were made as far as Mahone and James are concerned. Had it been a different time and with different people, a different outcome would’ve surfaced but…unfortunately…the company was run by two Neanderthals and a self-serving little twit that couldn’t possible know her ass from her elbow�?Martin added, as he shook his head in disgust, when referencing to the three that previously ran PWI. “Yeah well, that little self-serving twit took something from me that meant more to me then you could ever imagine. That self-serving twit ruined a reign that would’ve been far better and much more successful then Katya’s…who spent the first portion of her fucking reign on the shelf, healing from the battle scars of our match and the some-odd stitches it took to close her hefty ass up. And that last portion of her reign…well, let’s just say the bitch spent more time on the losing end of every match she was booked in, dropped the ball more times then I could possibly count and failed as a champion, just like she failed at beating me in January…just like she failed at ‘ending my career�? In fact, it pretty much seemed the other way around. It would seem, Mr. Matthews, that I took her dyke-like ass off the map without even being apart of the company. I mean, the girl constantly no-showed to matches she was booked in, got completely chewed up, spat out and then devoured by Scarlett Manson and Ambika Renton…and yet…I was still the one sitting at home suspended for a bogus reason…and she still managed to remain champion. Now tell me, Mr. Matthews, does that sound at all right to you?�?Chance asked, as he shook his head. “Again, Miss. Kennedy…I know your past and all we can do is aim to rectify the wrong that those barbarians managed to do, while employed here�?Martin added, but that wasn’t satisfying enough. “Don’t worry your precious little ass one bit, sweetheart. I’ve got the rectifying in full control. See, what they did to me left me quite cold inside. And now, well…there’s a whole new Chance Kennedy just waiting to be released. And the first chance I get �?no pun intended �?to rip Katya apart and leave her for the wolves to devour, I will. All the while, taking grasp of any and every championship belt that I possibly can. You can call it a grudge if you want; I prefer to call it destiny. I was destined to end that sad little cunt’s pathetic attempt at a career and I will…and this time, there won’t be anyone around to stop me. Not some drama-starting, self-serving little asswipe twit that seemed more involved in herself and her career then the good of this company, not some horny asshole…I mean seriously, I got more pleasure from the name then I did from the man. Jack Daniels…now there’s a guy a girl can depend on�?Chance said, with a playful wink. “And definitely not some revenge-seeking, power hungry old bastard with way too much time on his hands and a leash around his neck that keeps him tied down to whatever pussy he manages to grab hold of. See, Mr. Matthews…I’ve never been a girl that relies on anyone else to help me out. Especially not a man. There is only one reason I need a man, and that’s for my nightly fix of pure pleasure and fun. Once that’s over with, I have no use for the bastards. Well, most of them anyway. There is only one person I trust and rely on, and that’s myself…I am my number one and, that’s what makes me better then half the people in this company. They rely too much on friends with power, friends that back them up and the men �?or women �?they are linked to. As Whitney Houston says; I’m every woman…it’s all in me. And, as corny as it sounds and despite the amount of dope she was probably on when she sang that song, it’s still very true. So, if your asking me to sit around and hope and pray that you and your counterpart there, Mr. Boring, make things right for me…and make things happen, then you’re on the same fucking dope that Houston was…or is…on. And if you’re asking me to rely on you and Mr. Boring, well, that’s just asking a bit too much from the girl that usually has no limits. I just wanted to let you know, before things really heated up, that I am out for number one this time, and I’ll do whatever I have to, to keep myself satisfied in every means of the word�?Chance said, as she rose from the chair. He nodded, as he watched her grab her purse and head for the door of his office. “I warned him…ya know…�?she said, looking back at Martin Matthews. “Excuse me?�?he asked with a perplexed look on his face. “I warned him that I’d go further then he could ever possibly think…Mahone. When I met with him that very first time, I told him that I’d go as far as I needed to, to get what I wanted and he knew I would. It was like he was daring me to do it…as if he truly wanted to believe that I wouldn’t. Guess he knows now, when a woman says she will…that definitely means that she will…�?Chance said, as she walked out of Mr. Matthews�?office. She had a smile on her face as she closed the door behind her, the camera’s kept right on filming her walk down the hall, then panned back into his office to catch him thinking about what she said, and reviewing some of the papers on his desk which…conveniently enough, were papers concerning the entire PWI Women’s Division and what would become of it.