Title of Masterpiece: ||:to the top of the world. Mentionables: Mainly her, of course and those closest to her. A few other names are dropped here and there, so you'll just have to read it and see ;) lol. Record: 021.002.001 OOC: Okay so, for whatever reason MSN hates me and claims that I exceeded the character limit thingie, lol. So, I am forced to break this bad boy up into two pieces. Sorry about that, I tend to get to writing with this character and just go and go and go. But I just love this woman, lol. Anyway, the second piece is soon to follow. Enjoy :)

Kenzie’s Thoughts // In just a few days, what seemed like an eternity to the stars of UPW, there would be a huge event taking place called Legacy of Pain. Championships would be on the line and new champions were destined to be crowned. One that seemed almost inevitable, was the UPW Women’s Championship match, where Lucky Monaco-Cage would defended her most prized possession, her championship and her “long reign�?against a new comer and a returning female. Kaylee Adams had solidified her spot in the championship running by maintaining an undefeated winning record from her very first match with the company and all the way up until the Women’s Title match. She even holds a victory over the champ herself. So things seemed to be pretty much in Kaylee’s hands…that is, if she’s as talented as she claims to be. The returner? Dakota Huntress who seemed like a pretty nullified person in this equation. She hadn’t uttered a word about the match, her standing with the company or her return since Randy made the match a triple threat. So, it leaves one wondering what exactly do you have to do, to be declared a champion. Lucky came into the company and became only the second person to ever hold the belt. And despite it’s many up’s and down’s, she’s managed to keep a brass grasp on that belt. Many believe that Lexi Sheckler and Tapanga Britt should’ve been crowned champions when they had their chance. And deep down inside, Lucky knew she was damn lucky to still be champion. Let’s face it, people, her skills in the ring were mediocre…at best. The girl had a minimal degree of talent and skill and a ritualistic set of moves that seemed to get her by on a whim of luck. I guess the name rings true, she is lucky. Be that as it may, though, the woman still managed to remain champion. While other belts constantly changed hands, that one remained the same, after she won it from Kylie McKenzie months and months…and months ago. But now would be a true testament to her title reign. She’d be challenged in a way unlike any other, as she looked to face an opponent that seemed to not even care about the match, or the company, and a girl with the talent and skill that could, exactly, match Lucky’s. Mediocre, at best. It’s no wonder why Randy Orton came knocking at my door. He was in desperate need of talent, skill and beauty and, it would seem like every girl in this company lacked that. Severely. Kaylee came into the company calling herself a “Savior�?but, what had she managed to save, other then a swift kick in the ass by so many in the company that, quite frankly, were tired of her ragged “Look at me, I stole Chris Jericho’s gimmick�?bullshit. Umm yeah, dear…Jericho called, he wants his gimmick back! But, we won’t go too into depth on that. At least not yet. We still didn’t even know if Kaylee would be able to walk out the champion. The way it stood now, they were both dead even and dead last. Now, had Orton placed someone in that match with actual talent and charisma, such as myself, then the entire world would know �?and get to watch �?a real savior take her throne as the tip top, the cream of the crop. The crème de la crème, as many would say. But, alas, we have to watch three females that aren’t even worthy of being held in the same sentence as myself �?let alone the same division �?fight for a belt, and watch another lame array of mediocrity reign as “champion�? A word of advice to Randy Orton; the next time you book a match, try to at least include some talent. Even if it kills you, just try. I know that the concept of finding a female with actual in ring talents and ability is hard to come by, especially in this company, but surely, someone with such qualities exist. Hell, you have signed me, after all. A multi-timed champion, a person that came into her debut company, won her debut match and a tournament that she just happened to get thrown into at the last minute. A person that’s managed to retire three championship belts, that took over a company’s award ceremony and will undoubtedly be in that same companies Hall of Fame ceremony real soon. And, of course, a very business-sound individual. But, I won’t brag about myself too much. I mean, why should I? My profile speaks for itself. I am a fucking phenomenon…a fucking Empress and rightfully so. Unlike so many others in this company, I don’t have to rack up accomplishments by naming off people I worked with and “screwed�?as accomplishments. I could, Lord knows that list would be endless…starting with how I retired Whitney Richards �?my best friend, once upon a time…Hannah Brooks and her “boyfriend�?J-Max. How I took Christina and Stephen Spencer and made both of them my bitches at two totally different times. That’s actually kind of funny, though. I mean, I took his bitch wife and turned her into the weak-link that she really was, and trying to defend his wife, he stepped up to the plate, only to get knocked down quickly. I guess we could say that the Spencer’s were my bitch. I was on the verge of being a World Champion, had the company not become defunct…and I managed to end my reign in the company �?and the companies reign �?as a Women’s Champion. The last ever, the best, the longest reigning, considering everyone before me lasted a week at most, and mine was considerably longer then that. I was more then just a triple crown champion, I was a fucking legend in that company, holding damn near every belt that the company had to offer and, guess what, all four of them I retired. So, I think it’s safe to say that, despite how much Kaylee would love to call herself the savior, I am the real savior of this company. Not her. She couldn’t even come close. She couldn’t hold a candle to the amount of talent, skill, beauty that I possess, let alone the reputation. My name’s a fucking trademark, bitch! Ladies and gentlemen, bow down…the fucking Empress is here to take over! // End thoughts. Days had passed since Mackenzie Adams made her “official�?arrival to the wide world of UPW. She’d run into Kaylee Adams, and despite all of Kaylee’s efforts to “out bitch�?Mackenzie, she failed. Miserably. But, we won’t hold it against her, Kaylee’s been a failure her entire life…it’s not like she’s not used to failing at something. Mackenzie left her standing there, a coffee stained shirt, needing a refreshed drink and in a super shitty mood, when she �?in her true hot mama, Latina fashion �?told Kaylee exactly who was boss. Mackenzie had only been signed with the company a hot minute, so it’s not like she was some girl making this grand return, and Kaylee managed to grab herself an ego with the two wins she had…calling it a “winning streak�? What Mackenzie had in IWE, twenty-one wins and only two losses is a streak. Especially considering twelve of those wins were in a row before she finally suffered her first loss. And then another six wins in a row before suffering her second. She’d become the most dominate force in IWE �?male or female �?outshining her championship bound boyfriend at the time, Matthew Stinson. She was on the verge of being named the first ever female to hold a major championship belt, like the IWE World Championship belt and yet, did she let that change her? Uhh, duh hello…she is Mackenzie Adams. Where the hell have you been? Hiding under a fucking rock. Jesus Christ, wake up and snap into reality. Kaylee Adams was a thing of the past, kind of like what Hannah Brooks and so many others had become, once Mackenzie stepped foot on the circuit and in the company. She had Jack Chaos wrapped around her pinky finger and he practically worshipped the quick sand that Mackenzie walked on. It’s like she was Trish Stratus only…younger, hotter and so much more talented then that hack could ever have been. PICTURE GOES RIGHT HERE!!! She was first seen standing backstage, looking at her freshly manicured nails. She opted for the traditional French tip this time around, Brendon really liked the style and she was all about pleasing her man. Of course, it’s not like she’d have to bend over backwards to, he very well worshipped her, in every sense of the word. And the feeling was quite mutual. She absolutely adored her boyfriend of a year and a half. She had to, to leave her lovely Los Angeles home for the cold, crisp air of New York. Although, the two spent months in between both cities throughout the year. One season in New York, one in LA, then back to New York then back to LA. Summers and winters in New York, fall and spring in LA�?it was a really nice work out that they had. She stopped focusing on her nails, starring at herself in the full length mirror that was in front of her, admiring every inch of her Goddess-like body. Her five foot six, slender frame seemed more perfect today then it had yesterday and, she was quite satisfied with herself. Her hair was pulled back, with half up in a small barrette that would match her attire for the evening, as the rest was left down, draped over her shoulders, with slight curls at the tips. No matter what she did, or how she dressed, she still managed to look better then everyone else around her. Some would say it was a gift she possessed, others would call it a skill or talent. Her, she called it being naturally beautiful. Some people were born ugly and some were born beautiful, Mackenzie was one of the beautiful…pretty high up on the list of beautiful people, in fact. As she turned to her side, fixing the shirt she’d decided to wear for that particular evening, she smiled sweetly at herself, as she checked her attire, her hair and more importantly, her make-up in the mirror. As per usual, she was absolutely perfect. Not a single flaw on her, which is exactly how she liked it. Before she could get too distracted with herself, gawking at her own beauty, her LG Touch rang. She’d placed it on one of the amp cases stationed next to her, as she used her hands to move around her gorgeous and perfect frame, fixing her attire and the works. Looking at the screen of her phone, the nameplate read “Brendybaby�? Brendon Lennix, a newly signed star to UPW and Mackenzie’s boyfriend of a year. She smiled widely, as she accepted the call and brought the phone to her ear. �?FONT color=#003399>Hello. Brendybaby, it’s me!�?she exclaimed, in an excited ton, with a huge grin on her face. �?FONT color=#999999>Hey babe�?the voice said, from the other end of the phone. �?FONT color=#999999>Where you at�?the same voice asked, the voice that was obviously identified as Brendon Lennix. �?FONT color=#003399>The arena. I am about to go out and make a statement�?Mackenzie said, with a smirk on her face. �?FONT color=#003399>It’s high time these bitches are put in their rightful place, beneath me, and that a real diva steps up to the plate. I am a motherfucking Empress, I am not about to let anyone outshine me…especially not a bunch of no-talent hacks like Kaylee Adams and Lucky Monaco-Cage. Please, you think they’d be champions or championship material had I arrived before them? Not a chance in hell. I’d be champion and I’d stay as champion. Why? Because I am the more superior athlete in this company then any other diva…despite what they might try and tell themselves or anyone else that might listen. I’m a fucking future Hall of Famer…a Diva of the Decade…the goddamn quintessential first lady of wrestling…not that I expect any one else…any other ‘diva�?in this company to understand that. They are the diva of yesteryear. The bra and panties matches, the bikini contests, the photoshoots and the praise for their fat, chunky, unbalanced bodies. I am the Diva of the Future…a mix of beauty, talent and total greatness. I would go as far as calling myself the real Glamazon, but that she-man, ape-woman Beth Phoenix might cry and attack me with her “Slamantha�? God, how lame is that? Ugh. If that’s beauty, then I can see crowning someone as ugly and trailer-trash, dirty disgusting as Lucky Monaco-Cage Miss. America�?Mackenzie stated, rolling her eyes as she looked at her nails, walking down the hall. �?FONT color=#003399>Ugh, whatever. I cannot wait until this freak show is over, I am so tired of these twats running around as if they were something phenomenal to look at and envy. Bitches wouldn’t know phenomenal if it slapped ‘em in the face. I am phenomenal�?she said, continuing her journey down the hall. �?FONT color=#999999>Awe babe, don’t worry. Just make your statement, do your thing and before you know it, the night will be over and you’ll be in my arms�?he said, as she sighed. “It couldn’t come any sooner�?she said, letting out a light giggle. �?FONT color=#003399>Okay babe, I am gonna go get this show on the road, and hopefully be out of here fast. These people are starting to really freak me out, they are all so weird. I think I might actually get hives. No, seriously babe, it’s not even funny…that’s how weird these people are. Like walking STD’s and shit…ugh. Gross. I won’t even touch anything with my bare hand around here, and I am constantly using my hand sanitizer. I feel like Monk, suddenly…with the whole germ phobia. If you could see the sad sacks of shit that are running a muck around here, you’d completely understand why I feel the way I do, and why I don’t want to touch anything. Disgusting, vile creatures…ugh!�?she exclaimed, with an annoyed sigh. �?FONT color=#999999>I love you babe�?Brendon said to her, as she managed to break a smile through the immense amount of disgust she felt surrounded by. �?FONT color=#003399>I love you too, baby�?she said, as she smiled. “I’ll be at the hotel soon…and then, it’ll be up to you to make your grand arrival here. Of course, I wouldn’t rush it, it’s not like these talentless losers are going anywhere. They’ll still be here, for you to beat the holy hell out of�?she said, with a confident smirk. �?FONT color=#003399>I’ll call you when I am on my way babe, love you. Muuuah!�?she said, with a smile. �?FONT color=#999999>Love you too baby�?he responded, as the call ended. �?FONT color=#003399>And to think, I missed a romantic night with him for these people…ugh. Mackenzie, what were you thinking?!�?she said, as she thumped herself on the head in one of those “duhh�?instances. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she trotted off, down the hallway as the scene came to a quick close. Within a matter of fifteen to twenty minutes, after two commercial breaks and the scenes of a few other choice stars…like a sappy, disgusting-filled scene with Lucky and her husband, the twit-twerp of a wrestler Christian Cage, the scene finally returns to ringside area. Sitting at ringside, at their usual commentators table in their usual spot, was play-by-play analyst, Sam Caplan and his associate and partner, Ethan Couture. The two made somewhat of a habit of bickering and fighting, constantly deciding for things opposite of one another and having completely different views on the sport and the stars in it. Whomever Sam approved of, Ethan usually disapproved of, and whoever Ethan approved of, Sam showed complete distain for. Usually, anyway. �?FONT color=#3366cc>Welcome back to UPW’s Anarchy ladies and gentlemen�?Sam said, as he looked over at his partner, Ethan. �?FONT color=#3366cc>I cannot wait to see what other explosive things are in store for us tonight, how about you, Ethan?�?Sam asked, as he watched his partner, then turned his attention to the entrance way. �?FONT color=#666666>Could you sound anymore corny, Sam?�?Ethan asked, in a cocky and sarcastic manner. �?FONT color=#666666>Seriously…’I can’t wait to see what else is in store for us�?as if tonight’s been any more exciting then any other night here in UPW. Let’s see, we saw that really, really hot mama Mackenzie Adams…we saw Lucky and Christian have a lovey-dovey scene…God, was that not sickening? The girl’s a babe, the guys a creepy little bastard. Explosive things tonight, ha!�?Ethan said, with a laugh. Before much else between the two could be said, they were soon interrupted, as the light's around ringside go completely out. Echoing from the public address system is the sounds of "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears, which signifies the arrival of the great, Mackenzie Adams. Slowly, this perfectly proportioned, female-figure emerges from behind the black silk curtains and comes onto the stage with one hand planted firmly on her hip and the other left down at her side. She's got one leg arched slightly, and only the shadow of her figure can be seen. Slowly, blue and silver pyro's begin to go off followed by the lights on the stage, returning back to their normal stature. Slowly, Mackenzie sways her hip and begins to saunter down the ramp, as the lights along side of the stage light up as she passes them, as if they were censored to do so �?and knowing her, they were. Soon, she heads directly to the ring, where she stops at the bottom of the ramp, throwing her arms into the air. The pyro's begin to go off again, as her arms snap into place, up in the air. She then goes further down, getting closer to the ring and swiftly, she swings her hips from left to right, letting her hands run over the ring apron in a circular motion. She steps back slightly, and heads towards the ring steps, much to the chagrin of the audience, as she shakes her finger “no�? �?FONT color=#666666>What?! No split entrance? Damn and I was looking so forward to it!�?Ethan muttered, as he watched in amazement, as the delectable Mackenzie Adams sauntered the few steps towards the ring steps. "Now this, Sam, is something explosive!" he said, with a coy grin on his face as he watched his new favorite diva and every curve of her body move...especially his favorite part, the split entrance into the ring. As she scales the steel steps slowly, she marches directly to the center of the apron, putting herself on the bottom rope and holding onto the top one tightly. Bouncing up and down a couple of times, she then lets her body fall from the ropes, landing in an absolutely perfect split position, which -- despite the fact that everyone in the arena despises her and her attitude -- gets the crowd pumped and going for her; especially the men. It wasn’t any normal split, however, it was the much more difficult to maneuver, Chinese splits. With a confident smirk, she looks from side to side, before focusing her attention straight ahead of her. She slowly pushes herself under the bottom rope, leaning in letting her breasts be viewed from a frontal camera angle and her ass be viewed from a rear camera angle. She swings around, sitting on her knees for a few seconds before getting to her feet. She goes to the center of the ring, again, throwing her arms into the air as, by now, the light's are back on completely. She slowly brings her arms down and back to her sides as her music begins to slowly fade out. The mixed reaction she received from the crowd only seems to put a smirk on her face. They hate her attitude and her cockiness, they absolutely despise her tactics and the fact that she holds herself so much higher then everyone else, and thinks she is so much better. But they absolutely love that the girl is talented, skilled �?everything she says that she is. She is a bonifide wrestling goddess, and these people know and appreciate that. Though they try to hate her, they can’t help but show a love, devotion and appreciation for her and all she’s done in the business. Walking towards the back end of the ring, she reaches through the ropes, taking a microphone from the ring announcer. With a smile on her face, she holds it tightly in her hand, as she slowly walks back towards the center of the ring, the lull of the crowd slowly coming to a dead silence. Clearing her throat, she brings the microphone up to her pursed lips, licking them in a slow and seductive fashion as the tip of her tongue glides along her full and luscious lips, tasting the sweet strawberry lip gloss she is wearing tonight. This seems to get a reaction from the male fans, as a majority of them clap and whistle for her…after all, she is one of the �?if not thee �?hottest females in this business…and this company.

Title of Masterpiece: ||:to the top of the world. Mentionables: Mainly her, of course and those closest to her. A few other names are dropped here and there, so you'll just have to read it and see ;) lol. Record: 021.002.001 OOC: Okay so, for whatever reason MSN hates me and claims that I exceeded the character limit thingie, lol. So, I am forced to break this bad boy up into two pieces. Sorry about that, I tend to get to writing with this character and just go and go and go. But I just love this woman, lol. Anyway, the second piece is soon to follow. Enjoy :)

Kenzie’s Thoughts // In just a few days, what seemed like an eternity to the stars of UPW, there would be a huge event taking place called Legacy of Pain. Championships would be on the line and new champions were destined to be crowned. One that seemed almost inevitable, was the UPW Women’s Championship match, where Lucky Monaco-Cage would defended her most prized possession, her championship and her “long reign�?against a new comer and a returning female. Kaylee Adams had solidified her spot in the championship running by maintaining an undefeated winning record from her very first match with the company and all the way up until the Women’s Title match. She even holds a victory over the champ herself. So things seemed to be pretty much in Kaylee’s hands…that is, if she’s as talented as she claims to be. The returner? Dakota Huntress who seemed like a pretty nullified person in this equation. She hadn’t uttered a word about the match, her standing with the company or her return since Randy made the match a triple threat. So, it leaves one wondering what exactly do you have to do, to be declared a champion. Lucky came into the company and became only the second person to ever hold the belt. And despite it’s many up’s and down’s, she’s managed to keep a brass grasp on that belt. Many believe that Lexi Sheckler and Tapanga Britt should’ve been crowned champions when they had their chance. And deep down inside, Lucky knew she was damn lucky to still be champion. Let’s face it, people, her skills in the ring were mediocre…at best. The girl had a minimal degree of talent and skill and a ritualistic set of moves that seemed to get her by on a whim of luck. I guess the name rings true, she is lucky. Be that as it may, though, the woman still managed to remain champion. While other belts constantly changed hands, that one remained the same, after she won it from Kylie McKenzie months and months…and months ago. But now would be a true testament to her title reign. She’d be challenged in a way unlike any other, as she looked to face an opponent that seemed to not even care about the match, or the company, and a girl with the talent and skill that could, exactly, match Lucky’s. Mediocre, at best. It’s no wonder why Randy Orton came knocking at my door. He was in desperate need of talent, skill and beauty and, it would seem like every girl in this company lacked that. Severely. Kaylee came into the company calling herself a “Savior�?but, what had she managed to save, other then a swift kick in the ass by so many in the company that, quite frankly, were tired of her ragged “Look at me, I stole Chris Jericho’s gimmick�?bullshit. Umm yeah, dear…Jericho called, he wants his gimmick back! But, we won’t go too into depth on that. At least not yet. We still didn’t even know if Kaylee would be able to walk out the champion. The way it stood now, they were both dead even and dead last. Now, had Orton placed someone in that match with actual talent and charisma, such as myself, then the entire world would know �?and get to watch �?a real savior take her throne as the tip top, the cream of the crop. The crème de la crème, as many would say. But, alas, we have to watch three females that aren’t even worthy of being held in the same sentence as myself �?let alone the same division �?fight for a belt, and watch another lame array of mediocrity reign as “champion�? A word of advice to Randy Orton; the next time you book a match, try to at least include some talent. Even if it kills you, just try. I know that the concept of finding a female with actual in ring talents and ability is hard to come by, especially in this company, but surely, someone with such qualities exist. Hell, you have signed me, after all. A multi-timed champion, a person that came into her debut company, won her debut match and a tournament that she just happened to get thrown into at the last minute. A person that’s managed to retire three championship belts, that took over a company’s award ceremony and will undoubtedly be in that same companies Hall of Fame ceremony real soon. And, of course, a very business-sound individual. But, I won’t brag about myself too much. I mean, why should I? My profile speaks for itself. I am a fucking phenomenon…a fucking Empress and rightfully so. Unlike so many others in this company, I don’t have to rack up accomplishments by naming off people I worked with and “screwed�?as accomplishments. I could, Lord knows that list would be endless…starting with how I retired Whitney Richards �?my best friend, once upon a time…Hannah Brooks and her “boyfriend�?J-Max. How I took Christina and Stephen Spencer and made both of them my bitches at two totally different times. That’s actually kind of funny, though. I mean, I took his bitch wife and turned her into the weak-link that she really was, and trying to defend his wife, he stepped up to the plate, only to get knocked down quickly. I guess we could say that the Spencer’s were my bitch. I was on the verge of being a World Champion, had the company not become defunct…and I managed to end my reign in the company �?and the companies reign �?as a Women’s Champion. The last ever, the best, the longest reigning, considering everyone before me lasted a week at most, and mine was considerably longer then that. I was more then just a triple crown champion, I was a fucking legend in that company, holding damn near every belt that the company had to offer and, guess what, all four of them I retired. So, I think it’s safe to say that, despite how much Kaylee would love to call herself the savior, I am the real savior of this company. Not her. She couldn’t even come close. She couldn’t hold a candle to the amount of talent, skill, beauty that I possess, let alone the reputation. My name’s a fucking trademark, bitch! Ladies and gentlemen, bow down…the fucking Empress is here to take over! // End thoughts. Days had passed since Mackenzie Adams made her “official�?arrival to the wide world of UPW. She’d run into Kaylee Adams, and despite all of Kaylee’s efforts to “out bitch�?Mackenzie, she failed. Miserably. But, we won’t hold it against her, Kaylee’s been a failure her entire life…it’s not like she’s not used to failing at something. Mackenzie left her standing there, a coffee stained shirt, needing a refreshed drink and in a super shitty mood, when she �?in her true hot mama, Latina fashion �?told Kaylee exactly who was boss. Mackenzie had only been signed with the company a hot minute, so it’s not like she was some girl making this grand return, and Kaylee managed to grab herself an ego with the two wins she had…calling it a “winning streak�? What Mackenzie had in IWE, twenty-one wins and only two losses is a streak. Especially considering twelve of those wins were in a row before she finally suffered her first loss. And then another six wins in a row before suffering her second. She’d become the most dominate force in IWE �?male or female �?outshining her championship bound boyfriend at the time, Matthew Stinson. She was on the verge of being named the first ever female to hold a major championship belt, like the IWE World Championship belt and yet, did she let that change her? Uhh, duh hello…she is Mackenzie Adams. Where the hell have you been? Hiding under a fucking rock. Jesus Christ, wake up and snap into reality. Kaylee Adams was a thing of the past, kind of like what Hannah Brooks and so many others had become, once Mackenzie stepped foot on the circuit and in the company. She had Jack Chaos wrapped around her pinky finger and he practically worshipped the quick sand that Mackenzie walked on. It’s like she was Trish Stratus only…younger, hotter and so much more talented then that hack could ever have been. She was first seen standing backstage, looking at her freshly manicured nails. She opted for the traditional French tip this time around, Brendon really liked the style and she was all about pleasing her man. Of course, it’s not like she’d have to bend over backwards to, he very well worshipped her, in every sense of the word. And the feeling was quite mutual. She absolutely adored her boyfriend of a year and a half. She had to, to leave her lovely Los Angeles home for the cold, crisp air of New York. Although, the two spent months in between both cities throughout the year. One season in New York, one in LA, then back to New York then back to LA. Summers and winters in New York, fall and spring in LA�?it was a really nice work out that they had. She stopped focusing on her nails, starring at herself in the full length mirror that was in front of her, admiring every inch of her Goddess-like body. Her five foot six, slender frame seemed more perfect today then it had yesterday and, she was quite satisfied with herself. Her hair was pulled back, with half up in a small barrette that would match her attire for the evening, as the rest was left down, draped over her shoulders, with slight curls at the tips. No matter what she did, or how she dressed, she still managed to look better then everyone else around her. Some would say it was a gift she possessed, others would call it a skill or talent. Her, she called it being naturally beautiful. Some people were born ugly and some were born beautiful, Mackenzie was one of the beautiful…pretty high up on the list of beautiful people, in fact. As she turned to her side, fixing the shirt she’d decided to wear for that particular evening, she smiled sweetly at herself, as she checked her attire, her hair and more importantly, her make-up in the mirror. As per usual, she was absolutely perfect. Not a single flaw on her, which is exactly how she liked it. Before she could get too distracted with herself, gawking at her own beauty, her LG Touch rang. She’d placed it on one of the amp cases stationed next to her, as she used her hands to move around her gorgeous and perfect frame, fixing her attire and the works. Looking at the screen of her phone, the nameplate read “Brendybaby�? Brendon Lennix, a newly signed star to UPW and Mackenzie’s boyfriend of a year. She smiled widely, as she accepted the call and brought the phone to her ear. �?FONT color=#003399>Hello. Brendybaby, it’s me!�?she exclaimed, in an excited ton, with a huge grin on her face. �?FONT color=#999999>Hey babe�?the voice said, from the other end of the phone. �?FONT color=#999999>Where you at�?the same voice asked, the voice that was obviously identified as Brendon Lennix. �?FONT color=#003399>The arena. I am about to go out and make a statement�?Mackenzie said, with a smirk on her face. �?FONT color=#003399>It’s high time these bitches are put in their rightful place, beneath me, and that a real diva steps up to the plate. I am a motherfucking Empress, I am not about to let anyone outshine me…especially not a bunch of no-talent hacks like Kaylee Adams and Lucky Monaco-Cage. Please, you think they’d be champions or championship material had I arrived before them? Not a chance in hell. I’d be champion and I’d stay as champion. Why? Because I am the more superior athlete in this company then any other diva…despite what they might try and tell themselves or anyone else that might listen. I’m a fucking future Hall of Famer…a Diva of the Decade…the goddamn quintessential first lady of wrestling…not that I expect any one else…any other ‘diva�?in this company to understand that. They are the diva of yesteryear. The bra and panties matches, the bikini contests, the photoshoots and the praise for their fat, chunky, unbalanced bodies. I am the Diva of the Future…a mix of beauty, talent and total greatness. I would go as far as calling myself the real Glamazon, but that she-man, ape-woman Beth Phoenix might cry and attack me with her “Slamantha�? God, how lame is that? Ugh. If that’s beauty, then I can see crowning someone as ugly and trailer-trash, dirty disgusting as Lucky Monaco-Cage Miss. America�?Mackenzie stated, rolling her eyes as she looked at her nails, walking down the hall. �?FONT color=#003399>Ugh, whatever. I cannot wait until this freak show is over, I am so tired of these twats running around as if they were something phenomenal to look at and envy. Bitches wouldn’t know phenomenal if it slapped ‘em in the face. I am phenomenal�?she said, continuing her journey down the hall. �?FONT color=#999999>Awe babe, don’t worry. Just make your statement, do your thing and before you know it, the night will be over and you’ll be in my arms�?he said, as she sighed. “It couldn’t come any sooner�?she said, letting out a light giggle. �?FONT color=#003399>Okay babe, I am gonna go get this show on the road, and hopefully be out of here fast. These people are starting to really freak me out, they are all so weird. I think I might actually get hives. No, seriously babe, it’s not even funny…that’s how weird these people are. Like walking STD’s and shit…ugh. Gross. I won’t even touch anything with my bare hand around here, and I am constantly using my hand sanitizer. I feel like Monk, suddenly…with the whole germ phobia. If you could see the sad sacks of shit that are running a muck around here, you’d completely understand why I feel the way I do, and why I don’t want to touch anything. Disgusting, vile creatures…ugh!�?she exclaimed, with an annoyed sigh. �?FONT color=#999999>I love you babe�?Brendon said to her, as she managed to break a smile through the immense amount of disgust she felt surrounded by. �?FONT color=#003399>I love you too, baby�?she said, as she smiled. “I’ll be at the hotel soon…and then, it’ll be up to you to make your grand arrival here. Of course, I wouldn’t rush it, it’s not like these talentless losers are going anywhere. They’ll still be here, for you to beat the holy hell out of�?she said, with a confident smirk. �?FONT color=#003399>I’ll call you when I am on my way babe, love you. Muuuah!�?she said, with a smile. �?FONT color=#999999>Love you too baby�?he responded, as the call ended. �?FONT color=#003399>And to think, I missed a romantic night with him for these people…ugh. Mackenzie, what were you thinking?!�?she said, as she thumped herself on the head in one of those “duhh�?instances. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she trotted off, down the hallway as the scene came to a quick close. Within a matter of fifteen to twenty minutes, after two commercial breaks and the scenes of a few other choice stars…like a sappy, disgusting-filled scene with Lucky and her husband, the twit-twerp of a wrestler Christian Cage, the scene finally returns to ringside area. Sitting at ringside, at their usual commentators table in their usual spot, was play-by-play analyst, Sam Caplan and his associate and partner, Ethan Couture. The two made somewhat of a habit of bickering and fighting, constantly deciding for things opposite of one another and having completely different views on the sport and the stars in it. Whomever Sam approved of, Ethan usually disapproved of, and whoever Ethan approved of, Sam showed complete distain for. Usually, anyway. �?FONT color=#3366cc>Welcome back to UPW’s Anarchy ladies and gentlemen�?Sam said, as he looked over at his partner, Ethan. �?FONT color=#3366cc>I cannot wait to see what other explosive things are in store for us tonight, how about you, Ethan?�?Sam asked, as he watched his partner, then turned his attention to the entrance way. �?FONT color=#666666>Could you sound anymore corny, Sam?�?Ethan asked, in a cocky and sarcastic manner. �?FONT color=#666666>Seriously…’I can’t wait to see what else is in store for us�?as if tonight’s been any more exciting then any other night here in UPW. Let’s see, we saw that really, really hot mama Mackenzie Adams…we saw Lucky and Christian have a lovey-dovey scene…God, was that not sickening? The girl’s a babe, the guys a creepy little bastard. Explosive things tonight, ha!�?Ethan said, with a laugh. Before much else between the two could be said, they were soon interrupted, as the light's around ringside go completely out. Echoing from the public address system is the sounds of "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears, which signifies the arrival of the great, Mackenzie Adams. Slowly, this perfectly proportioned, female-figure emerges from behind the black silk curtains and comes onto the stage with one hand planted firmly on her hip and the other left down at her side. She's got one leg arched slightly, and only the shadow of her figure can be seen. Slowly, blue and silver pyro's begin to go off followed by the lights on the stage, returning back to their normal stature. Slowly, Mackenzie sways her hip and begins to saunter down the ramp, as the lights along side of the stage light up as she passes them, as if they were censored to do so �?and knowing her, they were. Soon, she heads directly to the ring, where she stops at the bottom of the ramp, throwing her arms into the air. The pyro's begin to go off again, as her arms snap into place, up in the air. She then goes further down, getting closer to the ring and swiftly, she swings her hips from left to right, letting her hands run over the ring apron in a circular motion. She steps back slightly, and heads towards the ring steps, much to the chagrin of the audience, as she shakes her finger “no�? �?FONT color=#666666>What?! No split entrance? Damn and I was looking so forward to it!�?Ethan muttered, as he watched in amazement, as the delectable Mackenzie Adams sauntered the few steps towards the ring steps. "Now this, Sam, is something explosive!" he said, with a coy grin on his face as he watched his new favorite diva and every curve of her body move...especially his favorite part, the split entrance into the ring. As she scales the steel steps slowly, she marches directly to the center of the apron, putting herself on the bottom rope and holding onto the top one tightly. Bouncing up and down a couple of times, she then lets her body fall from the ropes, landing in an absolutely perfect split position, which -- despite the fact that everyone in the arena despises her and her attitude -- gets the crowd pumped and going for her; especially the men. It wasn’t any normal split, however, it was the much more difficult to maneuver, Chinese splits. With a confident smirk, she looks from side to side, before focusing her attention straight ahead of her. She slowly pushes herself under the bottom rope, leaning in letting her breasts be viewed from a frontal camera angle and her ass be viewed from a rear camera angle. She swings around, sitting on her knees for a few seconds before getting to her feet. She goes to the center of the ring, again, throwing her arms into the air as, by now, the light's are back on completely. She slowly brings her arms down and back to her sides as her music begins to slowly fade out. The mixed reaction she received from the crowd only seems to put a smirk on her face. They hate her attitude and her cockiness, they absolutely despise her tactics and the fact that she holds herself so much higher then everyone else, and thinks she is so much better. But they absolutely love that the girl is talented, skilled �?everything she says that she is. She is a bonifide wrestling goddess, and these people know and appreciate that. Though they try to hate her, they can’t help but show a love, devotion and appreciation for her and all she’s done in the business. Walking towards the back end of the ring, she reaches through the ropes, taking a microphone from the ring announcer. With a smile on her face, she holds it tightly in her hand, as she slowly walks back towards the center of the ring, the lull of the crowd slowly coming to a dead silence. Clearing her throat, she brings the microphone up to her pursed lips, licking them in a slow and seductive fashion as the tip of her tongue glides along her full and luscious lips, tasting the sweet strawberry lip gloss she is wearing tonight. This seems to get a reaction from the male fans, as a majority of them clap and whistle for her…after all, she is one of the �?if not thee �?hottest females in this business…and this company.

Title of Masterpiece: ||:to the top of the world. Mentionables: Mainly her, of course and those closest to her. A few other names are dropped here and there, so you'll just have to read it and see ;) lol. Record: 021.002.001 OOC: And here is the second piece. Again, I am so sorry guys and gals, lol. I don't do this normally. I was bored at work and just started writing. Forgive-th me, lol. Hope you enjoy it and remember, no personal offense to anyone. Just her character, ya know. And anyone can reply, I left it open for that purpose. Just please know if you intend on attacking her, she will fight back and I play dirty ;). Very...very dirty! Anywho, hope y'all enjoy the read and Merry late X-Mas all :)!

"Wow" Mackenzie said, as she began to slowly circle the ring, eyeing everyone in attendance tonight. "It's kind of funny, I mean...just a few months ago I would come out to a ring and get booed out of the arena, you all just hated me that much. And now, you seem to actually like me. Guess it's what happens when you finally recognize real talent and real beauty" she said, with a cocky grin on her face. "Not that I really blame you guys, I mean...look at what you've had to look forward to you. Look at this...I mean really" Mackenzie points to the titan tron as a picture of the current UPW Women's Champion Lucky Monaco-Cage is displayed. A mixed reaction for Lucky is heard, as the fans aren't really sure where to go with her. Most are tired of seeing her ragged face and having her as the champion. They are definitely realizing how badly she performs in the ring, and how catastrophic her matches really and truly are. "Seriously guys and gals, is this what my future holds? Is this the competition I was promised when I signed along the dotted line?! I tell ya, you never know what to expect when you sign with a new company that you barely know two things about...but to have to come in to this" she says, pointing at the titantron a second time "There really is no being prepared, I guess. There's certainly no turning back now...I mean, I've already signed the contract. All I have to look forward to now, is the day I get to shove that ugly mug of hers into the ground" she  continued on. That comment seemed to get a much better reaction from the crowd. The mere thought of shoving Lucky's face in the ground was priceless...but to see it in person, watch it live -- that would be well worth the cover charge for a ticket, alone. "I mean really, what exactly do you need to do around here, to prove that you are great? By the looks of half the women in the back, I'd say being blonde, a bimbo -- a real tit.... -- and a complete tramp is probably high on the priority list for this company. Well, sorry darlings but, Mackenzie Adams is none of those things. I may be a bitch, I may have done some pretty dispicible things in my career. Hell, I kicked a woman while she was down...literally. I drove a man out of his own home...mainly because the one that kept it up was yours truly -- and yes, Matthew Stinson is still a pompus ass, ladies and gentlemen" she said, with a smirk. "But, I never thought I'd see the day where talentless whores would be named champions. What? Is this the WWE all of a sudden. Now all we need is a half-witted blonde running around and a couple of really big freaks calling themselves the 'big red monster'" she said, with a bit of a chuckle behind it.   Mackenzie rolled her eyes, as she stood in the center of the ring, taking all the sights and sounds of the crowd in. "So on top of having someone like that, a real joke to the industry as a champion, what else do we have here? What other competition do we have for me to look forward to. Oh, that's right" she said, as a second picture of yet another blonde bimbo appeard on the screen "it's Lucky Jr. No, wait...that'd be Kaylee Adams. The Women's Champion hopeful...or, as she's calling herself these days "the Savior". I'm sorry, I may sound like a broken record here...but...seriously...is this the WWE? I mean, am I about to get invaded by the papparazzi? Is Beth Phoenix about to stomp her manish ass down here and claim to be the most dominate force on the face of the wrestling planet? With her alien-like self, I wouldn't doubt it. It just seems to me that, what this place lacks is some real creativity. Sorry Randy, you might be a genius in the ring and sure, your tactics in WWE may have made you legendary...but seriously hun, take a word of advice from a smart business woman such as myself. Ditch the losers and start hiring real talent. You've already made one good choice by signing myself...and a second when you signed Brendon. Now, if only we can ditch the WWE rejects like Kaylee, Lucky and any other blonde ditz with big ti...erm...balloons, then maybe you might actually get somewhere with this place. If not, well, let's say you'll just end up TNA'ing yourself...only, without the big fat lady that looks like the female version of Mighty Joe Young. Eh, but who am I to judge, right? Just a multi-timed champion, a mega-award winner, one half of the most stellar couple to ever walk the face of this earth and a fucking Princess but, then again, with a list of accolades like that, it's no wonder why so many people get so jealous of me" she said. And there they were, the schloo of boos she was so used to getting. "Oh come on now...seriously. You guys really need to make up your mind...your hot one minute, cold the next. What's the deal? Was it something I said? Was it about me being the first female to dominate an entire company, kick the shit out of dozens of men, walk in a new comer and walk out a fucking legend? Or maybe it's the fact that I posess more talent in my pinky finger, then most of the twits in the back posess, in their entire bodies. Not to mention the fact that my brain span can adjust to different varities, ideas, creative thoughts. I understand the way the world works, I can talk finance and politics with the best on Wallstreet and yes, I could even score tickets to the private Chanel showing all the while, walking the runway for Ralph Lauren. It's because I'm fucking amazing" she said, with a smirk on her face. Tilting the make downward some, she glared at the crowd as they continued to boo her. Making a sarcastic sad-face grin, she laughed it off and shook her head.   "Oh please. You boo me now and in ten seconds, you'll be cheering for me as I go on and on about bashing in the skull of Lucky Monaco-Cage. The girl really does need a swift kick in the pants. I mean really...she's dumber then all hell, she's got about as much sense as God gave rocks and yet, still she's a champion. I don't quite understand that, but to each his own, I guess. I mean, if screwing your way to the top is exactly how you want to be remembered in this business, knowing that every "accomplishment" you have listed includes the name of every stable member you ever had, and the number of companies you were fired and kicked out of..then far be it for me to tell you that you are more sad, lame and pathetic sack of shit then I originally thought you were. Unlike so many, my accomplishments are based solely on what I've done in this ring. I was the last person to ever hold both the IWE Television and International Championships. I won both of those belts in one night, retired them both permanantly and unified them to create the IWE Independent Championship. My first match into the company I beat the self-proclaimed "dominate female" at her own game, taking her out of the tournament that she 'worked so hard to get into'" Mackenzie said, with a bit of a sarcastic tone to her voice "I took her spot in that tournament and I won it, solidifying my spot in that companies history, being the first to ever be crowned the IWE King -- or, as I changed it to -- Queen of the Empire. The first, the last, and the only. I was named both Tag Team and Couple of the year with that schmuck of a boyfriend I had, Matthew and still managed to go further then him, by becoming the number one contender for the IWE World Heavyweight championship belt, being one of the few females -- two, in fact...myself included -- to ever get that prestigious honor. I was undefeated on more then one occassion in that company, kept a winning streak going for quite sometime and, not once had I ever lost a "big named" match. Every first that company had, that I was placed in..I won. My pay-per-view record with them is absolutely spotless...I have never lost at a pay-per-view event. My only two losses were on weekly shows and, as weird as it may be, on foreign soil. Australia, to be exact. On the verge of being named World Heavyweight Champion the company defaulted, closed and I went out as the first female Triple Crown champion...holding three contendership shots for three different championship belts. When the company gave it a second go-round, I became the fourth woman to ever hold the IWE Women's Champion, out-doing all of the women that came before me...all three of them..by holding the belt longer then they had, combined. I continued my winning streak and became, not just a triple crown champion anymore, but a grand slam champion -- the first and only Grand Slam Champion that IWE has ever seen. So please, spare me the bullshit on how much better you are then me, how much more talented you are or how much more of a legend you are. It won't get you anywhere because, I single handedly dominated a company, taking out every man, woman and child that stepped in front of me, retiring the top three or four stars that the company had. And to think, I was only twenty-three at the time. So you can only imagine what I can, and will, do here. Whomever might win at Legacy of Pain, might want to take a long hard look at the woman standing in this ring right now. Because, I can guarantee that your first title defense against me will end up being your very last" Mackenzie said, with a smirk. She squinted her eyes at the crowd, looking them all over as she waited patiently, for a brief moment or two. "And don't think, for one second that my entire focus is on the half-witted, scatter-brain woman this company calls "talented divas" because it's not. I intend to go above and beyond what any star in this company ever has, redefining the entire women's division, not only for this company but for professional wrestling world wide. And reliving all the success I saw when I was with IWE. And, from the looks of the talent this company has to offer, it won't take me too long or be all that hard to do" she said with a smile. Soon though, her eyes fell on the entranceway as the crowd made a gesture to turn and look. She'd been rudely interrupted by someone, and for whatever reason, this person seemed to think that he or she, would have what it takes to put the lovely Miss. Mackenzie Adams in her place. Yeah, good luck kiddies, no one's been able to "put Mackenzie in her place".