Fortune, something that everyone believes they get a taste of. Sometime in life, people believe that they are destined for some kind of furtune. Whether it be money, fame, the chance of getting out of poverty, the life that everyone deems as "perfect" with the perfect set of kids, perfect marriage, no financial problems or burdens, no bad credit, whatever the case may be. Everyone's outtake on furtune is vastly different but with the same meaning behind it. Of course, by definition, the word fortune is something entirely different, but nearly the same.

1. a great wealth or poverty; a large amount of financial wealth or material possessions. exp. inherited the family fortune.
2. large sum of money; an extremely large amount of money. exp. that must have cost you a fortune.
3. for-tunefate; chance, or the personification of chance, regarded as affecting human activities.
4. luck; luck, especially good luck.
5. destiny; somebody's personal destiny. exp. went to seek their fortune in other countries.

And by definition, only two feet with this scenario. Destiny and luck. For some ladies, winning matches so early on in the tournament is strictly a thing of luck. Take, for example, Evangelia Dorian. Should she advance to the semi-finals of the tournament, it has nothing to do with destiny. It was purely luck. She was damn lucky to even be involved in the tournament, let alone given the opportunity to win it. Of course, thankfully, she'll never make it to the finals, let alone the pay-per-view for the title. The girl's lucky not destined. Of course, the same can't be said for her opponent. Chianne Silver. New to the wrestling industry, known as the Serene Deity. Wonder what that means, eh? Could we be looking at the future SEA Women's Champion? Just look at the girl, absolutely gorgeous, looks that could kill. And her talents, unmatched, unmarveled and virtually untouchable.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Chianne, Chianne Silver and as great as you think you are, chances are, I am ten times better. No doubt you've never heard of me, and that'll be your only saving grace. But see, I've never heard of you either. Evangeline Dorian, eh? Got defeated last week against Adria Corbine. Not the greatest way to start off one's career in a company, especially with an insanely important, career defining tournament lerking around the corner. That corner being this Saturday night, of course. Rebellion was the start of the Women's World Championship Tournament, a set of matches that every female involved, all eight, feel they have the talents of winning. And as all stories go, at the end of the day, come Famous, there will only be one left standing. There will only be one with the gold, the glory and the opportunity to call herself the SEA Women's World Champion. And that one, yours truly, moi. Chianne Silver. Call it...destiny, bitches.

New Orleans, Lousianna. The capital of Mardi Gras. The place every slut is most commonly to enter just a skank and leave a skank with a baby on the way. Beads thrown in every direction, the boob-lover's paradise. And, of course, every drunks greatest fantasy. Of course, it's also the one day of the year that most rapists and date-rapists are known for striking. And who wouldn't? A bunch of drunken, drugged up girls running around in skimpy outfits, showing off their boobs and asses. One would say they were almost asking for it. Of course, I'm not that one. But, back to Lousianna. It was also the capital for fortune tellers and superstitious people to get a lot of false information, inforation that was created just to appease themselves. But, no one really pays attention to that. Most just buy into the forty dollars worth of lifetimes upon lifetimes of good luck and fortune they are handed thanks to a pair of Queens and a King of Spades. Maybe not the best, most reliable source but when you're drunk, when you're down and out, when you're luck is gone and you have no where else to go, nothing and no one else to turn to, when you are just screaming out for help, for that small bit of good to look forward to, you'd do anything to get it, to find it and to make it happen. Including listening to Madame Levau and her propaganda. And who was I to break that chain? Just another girl, looking out for herself, and what better way then to get her fortune told. Of course, I don't normally believe in any of this, but what the hell, why not. It's not like it was killing anyone and if it were, could it be my opponent for Rebellion? Just out of curiosity...could it? I mean, it's not like it'd be that big of a deal. It's not like she'd ever really amount to anything anyway. Who's it gonna hurt, huh? Certainly not me. It just plays in my favor, it just helps me out. Oh if the cosmos worked in that way. I'd be a rich, rich woman. Oh well, guess it's time to create my own fortune...by any means necessary. Hmm...I wonder just how serious Brendon Lennix is about Mackenzie Adams? Is Jared Williams dating anyone? Would I really do that? Honestly, no but eh...it never hurts to pretend right? It's not like anyone knows me anyway...would they really know if I was prone to sleep with upper management to get what I want? Would they? Would they really care? It's not the first time its been done. Hello, Trish Stratus. Stacy Keibler. Sable. But wait...would I really want to be classified with hasbeens and never-was' like them? Yeah...not so much.

Fortune, something that everyone believes they get a taste of. Sometime in life, people believe that they are destined for some kind of furtune. Whether it be money, fame, the chance of getting out of poverty, the life that everyone deems as "perfect" with the perfect set of kids, perfect marriage, no financial problems or burdens, no bad credit, whatever the case may be. Everyone's outtake on furtune is vastly different but with the same meaning behind it. Of course, by definition, the word fortune is something entirely different, but nearly the same.

1. a great wealth or poverty; a large amount of financial wealth or material possessions. exp. inherited the family fortune.
2. large sum of money; an extremely large amount of money. exp. that must have cost you a fortune.
3. for-tunefate; chance, or the personification of chance, regarded as affecting human activities.
4. luck; luck, especially good luck.
5. destiny; somebody's personal destiny. exp. went to seek their fortune in other countries.

And by definition, only two feet with this scenario. Destiny and luck. For some ladies, winning matches so early on in the tournament is strictly a thing of luck. Take, for example, Evangelia Dorian. Should she advance to the semi-finals of the tournament, it has nothing to do with destiny. It was purely luck. She was damn lucky to even be involved in the tournament, let alone given the opportunity to win it. Of course, thankfully, she'll never make it to the finals, let alone the pay-per-view for the title. The girl's lucky not destined. Of course, the same can't be said for her opponent. Chianne Silver. New to the wrestling industry, known as the Serene Deity. Wonder what that means, eh? Could we be looking at the future SEA Women's Champion? Just look at the girl, absolutely gorgeous, looks that could kill. And her talents, unmatched, unmarveled and virtually untouchable.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Chianne, Chianne Silver and as great as you think you are, chances are, I am ten times better. No doubt you've never heard of me, and that'll be your only saving grace. But see, I've never heard of you either. Evangeline Dorian, eh? Got defeated last week against Adria Corbine. Not the greatest way to start off one's career in a company, especially with an insanely important, career defining tournament lerking around the corner. That corner being this Saturday night, of course. Rebellion was the start of the Women's World Championship Tournament, a set of matches that every female involved, all eight, feel they have the talents of winning. And as all stories go, at the end of the day, come Famous, there will only be one left standing. There will only be one with the gold, the glory and the opportunity to call herself the SEA Women's World Champion. And that one, yours truly, moi. Chianne Silver. Call it...destiny, bitches.

New Orleans, Lousianna. The capital of Mardi Gras. The place every slut is most commonly to enter just a skank and leave a skank with a baby on the way. Beads thrown in every direction, the boob-lover's paradise. And, of course, every drunks greatest fantasy. Of course, it's also the one day of the year that most rapists and date-rapists are known for striking. And who wouldn't? A bunch of drunken, drugged up girls running around in skimpy outfits, showing off their boobs and asses. One would say they were almost asking for it. Of course, I'm not that one. But, back to Lousianna. It was also the capital for fortune tellers and superstitious people to get a lot of false information, inforation that was created just to appease themselves. But, no one really pays attention to that. Most just buy into the forty dollars worth of lifetimes upon lifetimes of good luck and fortune they are handed thanks to a pair of Queens and a King of Spades. Maybe not the best, most reliable source but when you're drunk, when you're down and out, when you're luck is gone and you have no where else to go, nothing and no one else to turn to, when you are just screaming out for help, for that small bit of good to look forward to, you'd do anything to get it, to find it and to make it happen. Including listening to Madame Levau and her propaganda. And who was I to break that chain? Just another girl, looking out for herself, and what better way then to get her fortune told. Of course, I don't normally believe in any of this, but what the hell, why not. It's not like it was killing anyone and if it were, could it be my opponent for Rebellion? Just out of curiosity...could it? I mean, it's not like it'd be that big of a deal. It's not like she'd ever really amount to anything anyway. Who's it gonna hurt, huh? Certainly not me. It just plays in my favor, it just helps me out. Oh if the cosmos worked in that way. I'd be a rich, rich woman. Oh well, guess it's time to create my own fortune...by any means necessary. Hmm...I wonder just how serious Brendon Lennix is about Mackenzie Adams? Is Jared Williams dating anyone? Would I really do that? Honestly, no but eh...it never hurts to pretend right? It's not like anyone knows me anyway...would they really know if I was prone to sleep with upper management to get what I want? Would they? Would they really care? It's not the first time its been done. Hello, Trish Stratus. Stacy Keibler. Sable. But wait...would I really want to be classified with hasbeens and never-was' like them? Yeah...not so much.

So, as reluctant as I was to visit this Madame, I did it anyway. Don't ask me why, I really wouldn't be able to tell you. All I know is, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but who knows, eh? So as I troubled the grounds of the New Orleans territory, in search of Madam Levau, I found myself going over some very troublesome things. Things in my head that just would not get out. Sports Entertainment Alliance ; Evangelia Dorian ; The Women's Tournament ; the Match on Rebellion this week. It was like there was something I wanted to say, but couldn't figure out how. This weekend, I thought to myself, was going to be the beginning of the end for these other seven females in the tournament. They will witness true greatness in it's prime, tip-top form and realize that, come Famous, Chianne Silver -- me -- will be walking out with the ever luxurious, the oh so popular, the package that everyone wants. The SEA Women's World Championship. It was no longer about who could talk more trash. Now, the fighting was on and there could only be one female left standing and that one female is me. What I put Evangelia Dorian through this weekend on Rebellion is only a mere glimpse at what I am going to do to the rest of these ladies in the tournament, as I power through them one by one, taking them all out and proving exactly why I am the Serene Deity, why I am the best and baddest of the best and the baddest. Proving exactly why, Chianne Silver is like money in the bank. Too cliche? Yeah, I know, but whatever. The point is still there. Rebellion, Sunday, March 23rd would forever be the day embedded in wrestling history. It will always be remembered as the day that the ever so beautiful, ever so talented, the one and the only Miss. Chianne Silver -- moi -- made her grand debut into the wrestling scene and trust me, ladies and gents, I have every intention on fulfilling my destiny. The fortune is mine for the taking, and I will be take it. And proudly too, bitches. So get used to it.

The more I thought, the further I walked, the closer I got to finding Madame Lavau. Thinking to myself, asking myself, just what in the hell was I doing. But at the same time knowing that, this could be exactly the thing I needed. The thing that would play in my favor come Rebellion. Psyching that little bitch Evangelia Dorian out, letting her know that there is no one better then Chianne Silver, there is no one better then me, least of all her. And that was the truth that she'd have to come to terms with sooner or later. Preferably sooner then later, maybe then she just won't show and I could just walk around the ring like the baddass that I am. Of course, even if she did show, it's not like there was much of a challenge to her anyway. She got her ass handed to her on a silver platter last week on Rebellion, losing her debut match and to Adria Corbine no less. But none-the-less, preparedness meets opportunity. One must always be prepared for anything. There's a chance that the dumb broad could show her ugly face around these parts...around my parts. But then again, there's a chance she couldn't. Either way, it was still going to be a rather easy victory for me. Dominating, quick, easy and I wouldn't even have to break much of a sweat. Just how I likes 'em. Easy in the ring.

And finally, I found it. Madame Levau, it said across the front of the door. And underneath those illustrious words, read  even more illustrious words. Where your every fortune will come true. Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth? Haha.

I pushed open the door, looking around cautiously before walking into the little room on the street corner. Obviously this was no tent on the street corner, rodeo style Fortune Teller. She had her own shop and everything. That must like, totally make her legit. Not really, but we can pretend, right? Right. Looking around, there were countless pictures of Madam Levau, of people that had come to her, of people she had supposedly helped. It was like seeing Miss. Cleo in person only, without the fake ass Jamacian accent and all the false advertising. Probably why her fake ass is sitting in a jail cell right now, being Big Bad Bertha's bitch-girl. Or well...at least she was, once upon a time. And even if Madame Levau was a big fake, just like so many others that came before her and so many that will come afterward, it didn't really matter. Just as long as the point was made, crystal clearly...out loud. Loud enough for the bitches, especially Evangelia Dorian, to get. There is no beating Chianne Silver. There is no beating me. It's like impossible. It's like finding that pot of lucky gold at the other end of the rainbow and not having that scary ass Leprechaun dude come and hunt you down, ripping you from nose to naval, until every last gold coin was returned to him. I got to the counter inside the shop and stopped. There was no one in sight, but the lights were on. And the bright pink, purple, green and blue neon light in the door that said "Open" was the basic reason I came into this joint. The fact that it said open...which obviously means that this bitch was here...somewhere. I tood there, at the counter. Not for very long, it got completely boring after a while. And before you knew it, I was off looking around. Reading some of the things on the wall, looking at the pictures and all the statues that were the main source of decor for this establishment. I finally stumbled onto something that sparked my interest. At least somewhat, anyway. It was a picture of the infamous Madame Levau with one of her prodigies, and a client that was all over the walls, in so many pictures. Probably her biggest client, her biggest fan, the one that bought into all the hype that surrounded her. It was probably someone that was related to her, in some way, too. All over the walls, all over the floors, the decor reminded me of a carnival, of a circus. Of some place where loads and loads of freaks would hang out...like Coney Island in New York City. The One-Eyed Monster, the Man-Eating Gumball, the Telepathic Smurf. You know the freaks. Decked out in costumes that were meant to be the role they were playing...at least for that night. I'm sure you've seen the Christina Aguilera music video for her beautiful song "Hurt". That is exactly what this reminded me of. Well, without the sadness that the song brings. And finally, she came out of hiding. Madame Levau. Wearing a turbon over her head, you could still see the black curls that were supposed to be hidden underneath. Wearing a smock that had all sorts of weird designs on it, little fake cubic zorconians, you know...the usual thing that any fortune teller would wear. Ever see The Wizard of Oz? Well, think of Professor Marbel just...for a female. She stopped at the doorway to her "private session area" and starred at me. As if I were some Goddess, some God-like being. As if she could already tell, even without the palm reading and the use of personal items that I was total greatness. It was like she already knew, that she was starring at the future of the Wrestling Industry, the future SEA Women's World Champion, the future that everyone wished they were destined to have, but alas, it was only for me. Simple, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, talented, young, vibrant...me. Oh, I was definately loving this already. Fuck the fakeness, it was all about having fun...toying with these bitches now. Madame Levau, Evangelia Dorian, all the other girls in the tournament. That's all I was thinking about now.

Fortune, something that everyone believes they get a taste of. Sometime in life, people believe that they are destined for some kind of furtune. Whether it be money, fame, the chance of getting out of poverty, the life that everyone deems as "perfect" with the perfect set of kids, perfect marriage, no financial problems or burdens, no bad credit, whatever the case may be. Everyone's outtake on furtune is vastly different but with the same meaning behind it. Of course, by definition, the word fortune is something entirely different, but nearly the same.

1. a great wealth or poverty; a large amount of financial wealth or material possessions. exp. inherited the family fortune.
2. large sum of money; an extremely large amount of money. exp. that must have cost you a fortune.
3. for-tunefate; chance, or the personification of chance, regarded as affecting human activities.
4. luck; luck, especially good luck.
5. destiny; somebody's personal destiny. exp. went to seek their fortune in other countries.

And by definition, only two feet with this scenario. Destiny and luck. For some ladies, winning matches so early on in the tournament is strictly a thing of luck. Take, for example, Evangelia Dorian. Should she advance to the semi-finals of the tournament, it has nothing to do with destiny. It was purely luck. She was damn lucky to even be involved in the tournament, let alone given the opportunity to win it. Of course, thankfully, she'll never make it to the finals, let alone the pay-per-view for the title. The girl's lucky not destined. Of course, the same can't be said for her opponent. Chianne Silver. New to the wrestling industry, known as the Serene Deity. Wonder what that means, eh? Could we be looking at the future SEA Women's Champion? Just look at the girl, absolutely gorgeous, looks that could kill. And her talents, unmatched, unmarveled and virtually untouchable.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Chianne, Chianne Silver and as great as you think you are, chances are, I am ten times better. No doubt you've never heard of me, and that'll be your only saving grace. But see, I've never heard of you either. Evangeline Dorian, eh? Got defeated last week against Adria Corbine. Not the greatest way to start off one's career in a company, especially with an insanely important, career defining tournament lerking around the corner. That corner being this Saturday night, of course. Rebellion was the start of the Women's World Championship Tournament, a set of matches that every female involved, all eight, feel they have the talents of winning. And as all stories go, at the end of the day, come Famous, there will only be one left standing. There will only be one with the gold, the glory and the opportunity to call herself the SEA Women's World Champion. And that one, yours truly, moi. Chianne Silver. Call it...destiny, bitches.

New Orleans, Lousianna. The capital of Mardi Gras. The place every slut is most commonly to enter just a skank and leave a skank with a baby on the way. Beads thrown in every direction, the boob-lover's paradise. And, of course, every drunks greatest fantasy. Of course, it's also the one day of the year that most rapists and date-rapists are known for striking. And who wouldn't? A bunch of drunken, drugged up girls running around in skimpy outfits, showing off their boobs and asses. One would say they were almost asking for it. Of course, I'm not that one. But, back to Lousianna. It was also the capital for fortune tellers and superstitious people to get a lot of false information, inforation that was created just to appease themselves. But, no one really pays attention to that. Most just buy into the forty dollars worth of lifetimes upon lifetimes of good luck and fortune they are handed thanks to a pair of Queens and a King of Spades. Maybe not the best, most reliable source but when you're drunk, when you're down and out, when you're luck is gone and you have no where else to go, nothing and no one else to turn to, when you are just screaming out for help, for that small bit of good to look forward to, you'd do anything to get it, to find it and to make it happen. Including listening to Madame Levau and her propaganda. And who was I to break that chain? Just another girl, looking out for herself, and what better way then to get her fortune told. Of course, I don't normally believe in any of this, but what the hell, why not. It's not like it was killing anyone and if it were, could it be my opponent for Rebellion? Just out of curiosity...could it? I mean, it's not like it'd be that big of a deal. It's not like she'd ever really amount to anything anyway. Who's it gonna hurt, huh? Certainly not me. It just plays in my favor, it just helps me out. Oh if the cosmos worked in that way. I'd be a rich, rich woman. Oh well, guess it's time to create my own fortune...by any means necessary. Hmm...I wonder just how serious Brendon Lennix is about Mackenzie Adams? Is Jared Williams dating anyone? Would I really do that? Honestly, no but eh...it never hurts to pretend right? It's not like anyone knows me anyway...would they really know if I was prone to sleep with upper management to get what I want? Would they? Would they really care? It's not the first time its been done. Hello, Trish Stratus. Stacy Keibler. Sable. But wait...would I really want to be classified with hasbeens and never-was' like them? Yeah...not so much.

So, as reluctant as I was to visit this Madame, I did it anyway. Don't ask me why, I really wouldn't be able to tell you. All I know is, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but who knows, eh? So as I troubled the grounds of the New Orleans territory, in search of Madam Levau, I found myself going over some very troublesome things. Things in my head that just would not get out. Sports Entertainment Alliance ; Evangelia Dorian ; The Women's Tournament ; the Match on Rebellion this week. It was like there was something I wanted to say, but couldn't figure out how. This weekend, I thought to myself, was going to be the beginning of the end for these other seven females in the tournament. They will witness true greatness in it's prime, tip-top form and realize that, come Famous, Chianne Silver -- me -- will be walking out with the ever luxurious, the oh so popular, the package that everyone wants. The SEA Women's World Championship. It was no longer about who could talk more trash. Now, the fighting was on and there could only be one female left standing and that one female is me. What I put Evangelia Dorian through this weekend on Rebellion is only a mere glimpse at what I am going to do to the rest of these ladies in the tournament, as I power through them one by one, taking them all out and proving exactly why I am the Serene Deity, why I am the best and baddest of the best and the baddest. Proving exactly why, Chianne Silver is like money in the bank. Too cliche? Yeah, I know, but whatever. The point is still there. Rebellion, Sunday, March 23rd would forever be the day embedded in wrestling history. It will always be remembered as the day that the ever so beautiful, ever so talented, the one and the only Miss. Chianne Silver -- moi -- made her grand debut into the wrestling scene and trust me, ladies and gents, I have every intention on fulfilling my destiny. The fortune is mine for the taking, and I will be take it. And proudly too, bitches. So get used to it.

The more I thought, the further I walked, the closer I got to finding Madame Lavau. Thinking to myself, asking myself, just what in the hell was I doing. But at the same time knowing that, this could be exactly the thing I needed. The thing that would play in my favor come Rebellion. Psyching that little bitch Evangelia Dorian out, letting her know that there is no one better then Chianne Silver, there is no one better then me, least of all her. And that was the truth that she'd have to come to terms with sooner or later. Preferably sooner then later, maybe then she just won't show and I could just walk around the ring like the baddass that I am. Of course, even if she did show, it's not like there was much of a challenge to her anyway. She got her ass handed to her on a silver platter last week on Rebellion, losing her debut match and to Adria Corbine no less. But none-the-less, preparedness meets opportunity. One must always be prepared for anything. There's a chance that the dumb broad could show her ugly face around these parts...around my parts. But then again, there's a chance she couldn't. Either way, it was still going to be a rather easy victory for me. Dominating, quick, easy and I wouldn't even have to break much of a sweat. Just how I likes 'em. Easy in the ring.

And finally, I found it. Madame Levau, it said across the front of the door. And underneath those illustrious words, read  even more illustrious words. Where your every fortune will come true. Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth? Haha.

I pushed open the door, looking around cautiously before walking into the little room on the street corner. Obviously this was no tent on the street corner, rodeo style Fortune Teller. She had her own shop and everything. That must like, totally make her legit. Not really, but we can pretend, right? Right. Looking around, there were countless pictures of Madam Levau, of people that had come to her, of people she had supposedly helped. It was like seeing Miss. Cleo in person only, without the fake ass Jamacian accent and all the false advertising. Probably why her fake ass is sitting in a jail cell right now, being Big Bad Bertha's bitch-girl. Or well...at least she was, once upon a time. And even if Madame Levau was a big fake, just like so many others that came before her and so many that will come afterward, it didn't really matter. Just as long as the point was made, crystal clearly...out loud. Loud enough for the bitches, especially Evangelia Dorian, to get. There is no beating Chianne Silver. There is no beating me. It's like impossible. It's like finding that pot of lucky gold at the other end of the rainbow and not having that scary ass Leprechaun dude come and hunt you down, ripping you from nose to naval, until every last gold coin was returned to him. I got to the counter inside the shop and stopped. There was no one in sight, but the lights were on. And the bright pink, purple, green and blue neon light in the door that said "Open" was the basic reason I came into this joint. The fact that it said open...which obviously means that this bitch was here...somewhere. I tood there, at the counter. Not for very long, it got completely boring after a while. And before you knew it, I was off looking around. Reading some of the things on the wall, looking at the pictures and all the statues that were the main source of decor for this establishment. I finally stumbled onto something that sparked my interest. At least somewhat, anyway. It was a picture of the infamous Madame Levau with one of her prodigies, and a client that was all over the walls, in so many pictures. Probably her biggest client, her biggest fan, the one that bought into all the hype that surrounded her. It was probably someone that was related to her, in some way, too. All over the walls, all over the floors, the decor reminded me of a carnival, of a circus. Of some place where loads and loads of freaks would hang out...like Coney Island in New York City. The One-Eyed Monster, the Man-Eating Gumball, the Telepathic Smurf. You know the freaks. Decked out in costumes that were meant to be the role they were playing...at least for that night. I'm sure you've seen the Christina Aguilera music video for her beautiful song "Hurt". That is exactly what this reminded me of. Well, without the sadness that the song brings. And finally, she came out of hiding. Madame Levau. Wearing a turbon over her head, you could still see the black curls that were supposed to be hidden underneath. Wearing a smock that had all sorts of weird designs on it, little fake cubic zorconians, you know...the usual thing that any fortune teller would wear. Ever see The Wizard of Oz? Well, think of Professor Marbel just...for a female. She stopped at the doorway to her "private session area" and starred at me. As if I were some Goddess, some God-like being. As if she could already tell, even without the palm reading and the use of personal items that I was total greatness. It was like she already knew, that she was starring at the future of the Wrestling Industry, the future SEA Women's World Champion, the future that everyone wished they were destined to have, but alas, it was only for me. Simple, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, talented, young, vibrant...me. Oh, I was definately loving this already. Fuck the fakeness, it was all about having fun...toying with these bitches now. Madame Levau, Evangelia Dorian, all the other girls in the tournament. That's all I was thinking about now.

"May I help you?" she asked, a look of intrigue on her face as she starred into my eyes. Those beautiful eyes that could hypnotize with just a single glance. "You sure can" I replied, with a confident smile on my face. It was as if I knew exactly what she was going to tell me before she even had the chance to say it. Hmm, maybe I was the fortune teller in this scenario. "As a paying customer, I expect to be 100% satisfied with your services. I expect to get everything I ask for. I expect for all my questions to be answered and most importantly, I expect you to be as open and as honest as you would with any of your other customers. You know, your brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, parents. Oh yeah, I definately expect the same damn treatment, Madame Levau. But most importantly, I expect you to enlighten the world on the factors, the realities, the destinies and the fortunes of yours truly, moi, Chianne Silver. And the tragedies that will become all of my future opponents, namely Evangelia Dorian." She inched closer to the counter, and I followed suite. Obviously, she was expecting an up front payment before services would be rendered. There were signs all over the establishment that said those exact words. How original, right? Pay first, get the information later. And she handed me a slip of paper, it was laminated, it felt of cardboard, it had "Rules and Regulations" at the top, midway down had "Terms of Use" and then, even further down, was the Liability Policy. It was basically the do's and dont's that she had, her rules, and basically kept her from getting sued by people for false hopes, false advertisement and false information. I guess she took the class that Miss. Cleo missed out on. The one where you learn to forewarn people of the mess they were getting themselves into, before actually going through with it. And then there it was...in plain black and white. As clear as the nose on your face. The price system Madame Levau had. She had three levels, the Traveler's Fortune, The Median Fortune and the Serious Fortune. The Traveler's Fortune was for those that didn't really believe, for those that just had simple questions that required simple answers. Of course, even for that, it was twenty five bucks. And, of course, a question limit. Five Questions for Twenty-Five bucks? Yeah, I don't think so. I better get a little more enlightenment on this shit then five damn questions with sketchy answeres that I could've come up with my damn self. I wanted a crystal ball, I wanted to see it right before my very eyes. I wanted to point it out to the world, let them know of the fate that was coming this Easter Sunday, March 23rd, 2008. Which brings us to the Median Fortune. The Median Fortune gave a bit more leway. It involved the Crystal Ball, it involved the palm reading and the chance to see what was looming in the near future. And by near future, that would be the next thirty days. You were given the opportunity to ask ten questions -- any ten questions that you wanted, and receive the ten answers that were meant to be your fortune. It also had the one thing that I wanted the most out of this experience. It would tell the future of any person at which I name. Any one person...and I knew exactly who that one person would be. And that brought us to the Serious  Fortune. This would give you everything the first two had. Fifteen Questions, Crystal Ball Reading, Palm Reading, You'd be able to get an insight on five people's fortunes, any five that you wanted, any five that you named. And when it came to your own fortune, rather then it being the next thirty days, it would be the next year. From the date of the reading to exactly one year later. To the exact minute. But really, who gave a fuck about all that shit. I knew exactly where I was going to be one year from now. Still the baddest bitch to ever grace a wrestling ring. The most talented, most beautiful, most sexy, most gorgeous, most accomplished and most skilled female to ever enter the squared circle. And, truth be told, I would still be the SEA Women's World Champion. And how did I know this? Umm, hello, have you seen what I've been put up against. Like any of those bitches have the chance at taking me out...please. I am everyng those bitches aspire to be, but never would or could be. I have everything that they want, from grace and poise, to beauty and talent. I personify the term Felame Wrestler. I took that title, gave it a quick make-over, made it my very own and left all the rest sulking in the background, fading behind the curtains, smoking, smelling, eating, bleeding, tasting and loving the dust that I so happened to leave a trail of, as I raced off to the tip top of the Women's Division, of the Wrestling World.

Fortune, something that everyone believes they get a taste of. Sometime in life, people believe that they are destined for some kind of fortune. Whether it be money, fame, the chance of getting out of poverty, the life that everyone deems as "perfect" with the perfect set of kids, perfect marriage, no financial problems or burdens, no bad credit, whatever the case may be. Everyone's outtake on fortune is vastly different but with the same meaning behind it. Of course, by definition, the word fortune is something entirely different, but nearly the same.

1. a great wealth or poverty; a large amount of financial wealth or material possessions. exp. inherited the family fortune.
2. large sum of money; an extremely large amount of money. exp. that must have cost you a fortune.
3. for-tunefate; chance, or the personification of chance, regarded as affecting human activities.
4. luck; luck, especially good luck.
5. destiny; somebody's personal destiny. exp. went to seek their fortune in other countries.

And by definition, only two feet with this scenario. Destiny and luck. For some ladies, winning matches so early on in the tournament is strictly a thing of luck. Take, for example, Evangelia Dorian. Should she advance to the semi-finals of the tournament, it has nothing to do with destiny. It was purely luck. She was damn lucky to even be involved in the tournament, let alone given the opportunity to win it. Of course, thankfully, she'll never make it to the finals, let alone the pay-per-view for the title. The girl's lucky not destined. Of course, the same can't be said for her opponent. Chianne Silver. New to the wrestling industry, known as the Serene Deity. Wonder what that means, eh? Could we be looking at the future SEA Women's Champion? Just look at the girl, absolutely gorgeous, looks that could kill. And her talents, unmatched, unmarveled and virtually untouchable.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Chianne, Chianne Silver and as great as you think you are, chances are, I am ten times better. No doubt you've never heard of me, and that'll be your only saving grace. But see, I've never heard of you either. Evangeline Dorian, eh? Got defeated last week against Adria Corbine. Not the greatest way to start off one's career in a company, especially with an insanely important, career defining tournament lerking around the corner. That corner being this Saturday night, of course. Rebellion was the start of the Women's World Championship Tournament, a set of matches that every female involved, all eight, feel they have the talents of winning. And as all stories go, at the end of the day, come Famous, there will only be one left standing. There will only be one with the gold, the glory and the opportunity to call herself the SEA Women's World Champion. And that one, yours truly, moi. Chianne Silver. Call it...destiny, bitches.

New Orleans, Louisiana. The capital of Mardi Gras. The place every slut is most commonly to enter just a skank and leave a skank with a baby on the way. Beads thrown in every direction, the boob-lover's paradise. And, of course, every drunks greatest fantasy. Of course, it's also the one day of the year that most rapists and date-rapists are known for striking. And who wouldn't? A bunch of drunken, drugged up girls running around in skimpy outfits, showing off their boobs and asses. One would say they were almost asking for it. Of course, I'm not that one. But, back to Louisiana. It was also the capital for fortune tellers and superstitious people to get a lot of false information, information that was created just to appease themselves. But, no one really pays attention to that. Most just buy into the forty dollars worth of lifetimes upon lifetimes of good luck and fortune they are handed thanks to a pair of Queens and a King of Spades. Maybe not the best, most reliable source but when you're drunk, when you're down and out, when you're luck is gone and you have no where else to go, nothing and no one else to turn to, when you are just screaming out for help, for that small bit of good to look forward to, you'd do anything to get it, to find it and to make it happen. Including listening to Madame Levau and her propaganda. And who was I to break that chain? Just another girl, looking out for herself, and what better way then to get her fortune told. Of course, I don't normally believe in any of this, but what the hell, why not. It's not like it was killing anyone and if it were, could it be my opponent for Rebellion? Just out of curiosity...could it? I mean, it's not like it'd be that big of a deal. It's not like she'd ever really amount to anything anyway. Who's it gonna hurt, huh? Certainly not me. It just plays in my favor, it just helps me out. Oh if the cosmos worked in that way. I'd be a rich, rich woman. Oh well, guess it's time to create my own fortune...by any means necessary. Hmm...I wonder just how serious Brendon Lennix is about Mackenzie Adams? Is Jared Williams dating anyone? Would I really do that? Honestly, no but eh...it never hurts to pretend right? It's not like anyone knows me anyway...would they really know if I was prone to sleep with upper management to get what I want? Would they? Would they really care? It's not the first time its been done. Hello, Trish Stratus. Stacy Keibler. Sable. But wait...would I really want to be classified with hasbeens and never-was' like them? Yeah...not so much.

So, as reluctant as I was to visit this Madame, I did it anyway. Don't ask me why, I really wouldn't be able to tell you. All I know is, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but who knows, eh? So as I troubled the grounds of the New Orleans territory, in search of Madam Levau, I found myself going over some very troublesome things. Things in my head that just would not get out. Sports Entertainment Alliance ; Evangelia Dorian ; The Women's Tournament ; the Match on Rebellion this week. It was like there was something I wanted to say, but couldn't figure out how. This weekend, I thought to myself, was going to be the beginning of the end for these other seven females in the tournament. They will witness true greatness in it's prime, tip-top form and realize that, come Famous, Chianne Silver -- me -- will be walking out with the ever luxurious, the oh so popular, the package that everyone wants. The SEA Women's World Championship. It was no longer about who could talk more trash. Now, the fighting was on and there could only be one female left standing and that one female is me. What I put Evangelia Dorian through this weekend on Rebellion is only a mere glimpse at what I am going to do to the rest of these ladies in the tournament, as I power through them one by one, taking them all out and proving exactly why I am the Serene Deity, why I am the best and baddest of the best and the baddest. Proving exactly why, Chianne Silver is like money in the bank. Too cliché? Yeah, I know, but whatever. The point is still there. Rebellion, Sunday, March 23rd would forever be the day embedded in wrestling history. It will always be remembered as the day that the ever so beautiful, ever so talented, the one and the only Miss. Chianne Silver -- moi -- made her grand debut into the wrestling scene and trust me, ladies and gents, I have every intention on fulfilling my destiny. The fortune is mine for the taking, and I will be take it. And proudly too, bitches. So get used to it.

The more I thought, the further I walked, the closer I got to finding Madame Lavau. Thinking to myself, asking myself, just what in the hell was I doing. But at the same time knowing that, this could be exactly the thing I needed. The thing that would play in my favor come Rebellion. Psyching that little bitch Evangelia Dorian out, letting her know that there is no one better then Chianne Silver, there is no one better then me, least of all her. And that was the truth that she'd have to come to terms with sooner or later. Preferably sooner then later, maybe then she just won't show and I could just walk around the ring like the baddass that I am. Of course, even if she did show, it's not like there was much of a challenge to her anyway. She got her ass handed to her on a silver platter last week on Rebellion, losing her debut match and to Adria Corbine no less. But none-the-less, preparedness meets opportunity. One must always be prepared for anything. There's a chance that the dumb broad could show her ugly face around these parts...around my parts. But then again, there's a chance she couldn't. Either way, it was still going to be a rather easy victory for me. Dominating, quick, easy and I wouldn't even have to break much of a sweat. Just how I likes 'em. Easy in the ring.

And finally, I found it. Madame Levau, it said across the front of the door. And underneath those illustrious words, read  even more illustrious words. Where your every fortune will come true. Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth? Haha.

I pushed open the door, looking around cautiously before walking into the little room on the street corner. Obviously this was no tent on the street corner, rodeo style Fortune Teller. She had her own shop and everything. That must like, totally make her legit. Not really, but we can pretend, right? Right. Looking around, there were countless pictures of Madam Levau, of people that had come to her, of people she had supposedly helped. It was like seeing Miss. Cleo in person only, without the fake ass Jamaican accent and all the false advertising. Probably why her fake ass is sitting in a jail cell right now, being Big Bad Bertha's bitch-girl. Or well...at least she was, once upon a time. And even if Madame Levau was a big fake, just like so many others that came before her and so many that will come afterward, it didn't really matter. Just as long as the point was made, crystal clearly...out loud. Loud enough for the bitches, especially Evangelia Dorian, to get. There is no beating Chianne Silver. There is no beating me. It's like impossible. It's like finding that pot of lucky gold at the other end of the rainbow and not having that scary ass Leprechaun dude come and hunt you down, ripping you from nose to naval, until every last gold coin was returned to him. I got to the counter inside the shop and stopped. There was no one in sight, but the lights were on. And the bright pink, purple, green and blue neon light in the door that said "Open" was the basic reason I came into this joint. The fact that it said open...which obviously means that this bitch was here...somewhere. I stood there, at the counter. Not for very long, it got completely boring after a while. And before you knew it, I was off looking around. Reading some of the things on the wall, looking at the pictures and all the statues that were the main source of decor for this establishment. I finally stumbled onto something that sparked my interest. At least somewhat, anyway. It was a picture of the infamous Madame Levau with one of her prodigies, and a client that was all over the walls, in so many pictures. Probably her biggest client, her biggest fan, the one that bought into all the hype that surrounded her. It was probably someone that was related to her, in some way, too. All over the walls, all over the floors, the decor reminded me of a carnival, of a circus. Of some place where loads and loads of freaks would hang out...like Coney Island in New York City. The One-Eyed Monster, the Man-Eating Gumball, the Telepathic Smurf. You know the freaks. Decked out in costumes that were meant to be the role they were playing...at least for that night. I'm sure you've seen the Christina Aguilera music video for her beautiful song "Hurt". That is exactly what this reminded me of. Well, without the sadness that the song brings. And finally, she came out of hiding. Madame Levau. Wearing a turbon over her head, you could still see the black curls that were supposed to be hidden underneath. Wearing a smock that had all sorts of weird designs on it, little fake cubic zirconium’s, you know...the usual thing that any fortune teller would wear. Ever see The Wizard of Oz? Well, think of Professor Marble just...for a female. She stopped at the doorway to her "private session area" and starred at me. As if I were some Goddess, some God-like being. As if she could already tell, even without the palm reading and the use of personal items that I was total greatness. It was like she already knew, that she was starring at the future of the Wrestling Industry, the future SEA Women's World Champion, the future that everyone wished they were destined to have, but alas, it was only for me. Simple, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, talented, young, vibrant...me. Oh, I was definately loving this already. Fuck the fakeness, it was all about having fun...toying with these bitches now. Madame Levau, Evangelia Dorian, all the other girls in the tournament. That's all I was thinking about now.

"May I help you?" she asked, a look of intrigue on her face as she starred into my eyes. Those beautiful eyes that could hypnotize with just a single glance. "You sure can" I replied, with a confident smile on my face. It was as if I knew exactly what she was going to tell me before she even had the chance to say it. Hmm, maybe I was the fortune teller in this scenario. "As a paying customer, I expect to be 100% satisfied with your services. I expect to get everything I ask for. I expect for all my questions to be answered and most importantly, I expect you to be as open and as honest as you would with any of your other customers. You know, your brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, parents. Oh yeah, I definately expect the same damn treatment, Madame Levau. But most importantly, I expect you to enlighten the world on the factors, the realities, the destinies and the fortunes of yours truly, moi, Chianne Silver. And the tragedies that will become all of my future opponents, namely Evangelia Dorian." She inched closer to the counter, and I followed suite. Obviously, she was expecting an up front payment before services would be rendered. There were signs all over the establishment that said those exact words. How original, right? Pay first, get the information later. And she handed me a slip of paper, it was laminated, it felt of cardboard, it had "Rules and Regulations" at the top, midway down had "Terms of Use" and then, even further down, was the Liability Policy. It was basically the do's and dont's that she had, her rules, and basically kept her from getting sued by people for false hopes, false advertisement and false information. I guess she took the class that Miss. Cleo missed out on. The one where you learn to forewarn people of the mess they were getting themselves into, before actually going through with it. And then there it was...in plain black and white. As clear as the nose on your face. The price system Madame Levau had. She had three levels, the Traveler's Fortune, The Median Fortune and the Serious Fortune. The Traveler's Fortune was for those that didn't really believe, for those that just had simple questions that required simple answers. Of course, even for that, it was twenty five bucks. And, of course, a question limit. Five Questions for Twenty-Five bucks? Yeah, I don't think so. I better get a little more enlightenment on this shit then five damn questions with sketchy answers that I could've come up with my damn self. I wanted a crystal ball, I wanted to see it right before my very eyes. I wanted to point it out to the world, let them know of the fate that was coming this Easter Sunday, March 23rd, 2008. Which brings us to the Median Fortune. The Median Fortune gave a bit more leeway. It involved the Crystal Ball, it involved the palm reading and the chance to see what was looming in the near future. And by near future, that would be the next thirty days. You were given the opportunity to ask ten questions -- any ten questions that you wanted, and receive the ten answers that were meant to be your fortune. It also had the one thing that I wanted the most out of this experience. It would tell the future of any person at which I name. Any one person...and I knew exactly who that one person would be. And that brought us to the Serious  Fortune. This would give you everything the first two had. Fifteen Questions, Crystal Ball Reading, Palm Reading, You'd be able to get an insight on five people's fortunes, any five that you wanted, any five that you named. And when it came to your own fortune, rather then it being the next thirty days, it would be the next year. From the date of the reading to exactly one year later. To the exact minute. But really, who gave a fuck about all that shit. I knew exactly where I was going to be one year from now. Still the baddest bitch to ever grace a wrestling ring. The most talented, most beautiful, most sexy, most gorgeous, most accomplished and most skilled female to ever enter the squared circle. And, truth be told, I would still be the SEA Women's World Champion. And how did I know this? Umm, hello, have you seen what I've been put up against. Like any of those bitches have the chance at taking me out...please. I am everything those bitches aspire to be, but never would or could be. I have everything that they want, from grace and poise, to beauty and talent. I personify the term Female Wrestler. I took that title, gave it a quick make-over, made it my very own and left all the rest sulking in the background, fading behind the curtains, smoking, smelling, eating, bleeding, tasting and loving the dust that I so happened to leave a trail of, as I raced off to the tip top of the Women's Division, of the Wrestling World.

"So which is your pickens, ma'am? Madame Levau doesn't have all day to wait around for you to play eenie, meanie, mini moe. You have your choices, choose wisely. For your fortune does rely on the choice that you make." Hmm. Was that like some sort of spooky warning to me? Like if I didn't pick the right one then I'd be devoured in sour fortune, my destiny would remain unfulfilled, my greatest accomplishment never seen, never grasped, never made my own? Ha. Like I would let that shit happen. "Median Fortune. That is the one I want. Sixty Dollars is your asking price, and sixty dollars is exactly what you shall get. And I had better get my moneies worth, Madame Levau, or you'll be the one regretting the choices that I've made." I slapped my money on the counter, and she rang my purchase up. The Median Fortune it was, and in went my sixty dollars to her cash register. How lame, a fortune teller with a cash register. Don't most of them like...keep the dough in their bras or some shit? Eh well, further proves why I'm only here to have a little fun. But hey, why not get a little something out of it too, right? Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?  Besides, it's not like there was anyone around to stop me anyway. "The Median Fortune is what you shall receive, Miss. Please, follow me into the dark room. We must have peace, tranquility, quiet. No interruptions. You must remain absolutely silent and serious during the course of these preceedings, for any movement you make, any gesture you make, any utterance of a single word could throw your entire fortune off. And I don't give refunds." she said, as she tapped the sign that said, 'No Refunds.' Wow. Madame Levau? More like Madame Cheap-o. Oh well, absolutely tranquile, silent, still, at peace I shall be. To get the best answers, I must act in my best behavior. I must remain absolutely serious. We entered the room, she pushed the curtain open and all around us were candles. Pre-light, unscented candles. The Crystal Ball covered by a black cloth and the Madame's assistant, Trianne, was seated, waiting for instructions.

Fortune, something that everyone believes they get a taste of. Sometime in life, people believe that they are destined for some kind of fortune. Whether it be money, fame, the chance of getting out of poverty, the life that everyone deems as "perfect" with the perfect set of kids, perfect marriage, no financial problems or burdens, no bad credit, whatever the case may be. Everyone's outtake on fortune is vastly different but with the same meaning behind it. Of course, by definition, the word fortune is something entirely different, but nearly the same.

1. a great wealth or poverty; a large amount of financial wealth or material possessions. exp. inherited the family fortune.
2. large sum of money; an extremely large amount of money. exp. that must have cost you a fortune.
3. for-tunefate; chance, or the personification of chance, regarded as affecting human activities.
4. luck; luck, especially good luck.
5. destiny; somebody's personal destiny. exp. went to seek their fortune in other countries.

And by definition, only two feet with this scenario. Destiny and luck. For some ladies, winning matches so early on in the tournament is strictly a thing of luck. Take, for example, Evangelia Dorian. Should she advance to the semi-finals of the tournament, it has nothing to do with destiny. It was purely luck. She was damn lucky to even be involved in the tournament, let alone given the opportunity to win it. Of course, thankfully, she'll never make it to the finals, let alone the pay-per-view for the title. The girl's lucky not destined. Of course, the same can't be said for her opponent. Chianne Silver. New to the wrestling industry, known as the Serene Deity. Wonder what that means, eh? Could we be looking at the future SEA Women's Champion? Just look at the girl, absolutely gorgeous, looks that could kill. And her talents, unmatched, unmarveled and virtually untouchable.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Chianne, Chianne Silver and as great as you think you are, chances are, I am ten times better. No doubt you've never heard of me, and that'll be your only saving grace. But see, I've never heard of you either. Evangeline Dorian, eh? Got defeated last week against Adria Corbine. Not the greatest way to start off one's career in a company, especially with an insanely important, career defining tournament lerking around the corner. That corner being this Saturday night, of course. Rebellion was the start of the Women's World Championship Tournament, a set of matches that every female involved, all eight, feel they have the talents of winning. And as all stories go, at the end of the day, come Famous, there will only be one left standing. There will only be one with the gold, the glory and the opportunity to call herself the SEA Women's World Champion. And that one, yours truly, moi. Chianne Silver. Call it...destiny, bitches.

New Orleans, Louisiana. The capital of Mardi Gras. The place every slut is most commonly to enter just a skank and leave a skank with a baby on the way. Beads thrown in every direction, the boob-lover's paradise. And, of course, every drunks greatest fantasy. Of course, it's also the one day of the year that most rapists and date-rapists are known for striking. And who wouldn't? A bunch of drunken, drugged up girls running around in skimpy outfits, showing off their boobs and asses. One would say they were almost asking for it. Of course, I'm not that one. But, back to Louisiana. It was also the capital for fortune tellers and superstitious people to get a lot of false information, information that was created just to appease themselves. But, no one really pays attention to that. Most just buy into the forty dollars worth of lifetimes upon lifetimes of good luck and fortune they are handed thanks to a pair of Queens and a King of Spades. Maybe not the best, most reliable source but when you're drunk, when you're down and out, when you're luck is gone and you have no where else to go, nothing and no one else to turn to, when you are just screaming out for help, for that small bit of good to look forward to, you'd do anything to get it, to find it and to make it happen. Including listening to Madame Levau and her propaganda. And who was I to break that chain? Just another girl, looking out for herself, and what better way then to get her fortune told. Of course, I don't normally believe in any of this, but what the hell, why not. It's not like it was killing anyone and if it were, could it be my opponent for Rebellion? Just out of curiosity...could it? I mean, it's not like it'd be that big of a deal. It's not like she'd ever really amount to anything anyway. Who's it gonna hurt, huh? Certainly not me. It just plays in my favor, it just helps me out. Oh if the cosmos worked in that way. I'd be a rich, rich woman. Oh well, guess it's time to create my own fortune...by any means necessary. Hmm...I wonder just how serious Brendon Lennix is about Mackenzie Adams? Is Jared Williams dating anyone? Would I really do that? Honestly, no but eh...it never hurts to pretend right? It's not like anyone knows me anyway...would they really know if I was prone to sleep with upper management to get what I want? Would they? Would they really care? It's not the first time its been done. Hello, Trish Stratus. Stacy Keibler. Sable. But wait...would I really want to be classified with hasbeens and never-was' like them? Yeah...not so much.

So, as reluctant as I was to visit this Madame, I did it anyway. Don't ask me why, I really wouldn't be able to tell you. All I know is, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but who knows, eh? So as I troubled the grounds of the New Orleans territory, in search of Madam Levau, I found myself going over some very troublesome things. Things in my head that just would not get out. Sports Entertainment Alliance ; Evangelia Dorian ; The Women's Tournament ; the Match on Rebellion this week. It was like there was something I wanted to say, but couldn't figure out how. This weekend, I thought to myself, was going to be the beginning of the end for these other seven females in the tournament. They will witness true greatness in it's prime, tip-top form and realize that, come Famous, Chianne Silver -- me -- will be walking out with the ever luxurious, the oh so popular, the package that everyone wants. The SEA Women's World Championship. It was no longer about who could talk more trash. Now, the fighting was on and there could only be one female left standing and that one female is me. What I put Evangelia Dorian through this weekend on Rebellion is only a mere glimpse at what I am going to do to the rest of these ladies in the tournament, as I power through them one by one, taking them all out and proving exactly why I am the Serene Deity, why I am the best and baddest of the best and the baddest. Proving exactly why, Chianne Silver is like money in the bank. Too cliché? Yeah, I know, but whatever. The point is still there. Rebellion, Sunday, March 23rd would forever be the day embedded in wrestling history. It will always be remembered as the day that the ever so beautiful, ever so talented, the one and the only Miss. Chianne Silver -- moi -- made her grand debut into the wrestling scene and trust me, ladies and gents, I have every intention on fulfilling my destiny. The fortune is mine for the taking, and I will be take it. And proudly too, bitches. So get used to it.

The more I thought, the further I walked, the closer I got to finding Madame Lavau. Thinking to myself, asking myself, just what in the hell was I doing. But at the same time knowing that, this could be exactly the thing I needed. The thing that would play in my favor come Rebellion. Psyching that little bitch Evangelia Dorian out, letting her know that there is no one better then Chianne Silver, there is no one better then me, least of all her. And that was the truth that she'd have to come to terms with sooner or later. Preferably sooner then later, maybe then she just won't show and I could just walk around the ring like the baddass that I am. Of course, even if she did show, it's not like there was much of a challenge to her anyway. She got her ass handed to her on a silver platter last week on Rebellion, losing her debut match and to Adria Corbine no less. But none-the-less, preparedness meets opportunity. One must always be prepared for anything. There's a chance that the dumb broad could show her ugly face around these parts...around my parts. But then again, there's a chance she couldn't. Either way, it was still going to be a rather easy victory for me. Dominating, quick, easy and I wouldn't even have to break much of a sweat. Just how I likes 'em. Easy in the ring.

And finally, I found it. Madame Levau, it said across the front of the door. And underneath those illustrious words, read  even more illustrious words. Where your every fortune will come true. Ain't it the truth, ain't it the truth? Haha.

I pushed open the door, looking around cautiously before walking into the little room on the street corner. Obviously this was no tent on the street corner, rodeo style Fortune Teller. She had her own shop and everything. That must like, totally make her legit. Not really, but we can pretend, right? Right. Looking around, there were countless pictures of Madam Levau, of people that had come to her, of people she had supposedly helped. It was like seeing Miss. Cleo in person only, without the fake ass Jamaican accent and all the false advertising. Probably why her fake ass is sitting in a jail cell right now, being Big Bad Bertha's bitch-girl. Or well...at least she was, once upon a time. And even if Madame Levau was a big fake, just like so many others that came before her and so many that will come afterward, it didn't really matter. Just as long as the point was made, crystal clearly...out loud. Loud enough for the bitches, especially Evangelia Dorian, to get. There is no beating Chianne Silver. There is no beating me. It's like impossible. It's like finding that pot of lucky gold at the other end of the rainbow and not having that scary ass Leprechaun dude come and hunt you down, ripping you from nose to naval, until every last gold coin was returned to him. I got to the counter inside the shop and stopped. There was no one in sight, but the lights were on. And the bright pink, purple, green and blue neon light in the door that said "Open" was the basic reason I came into this joint. The fact that it said open...which obviously means that this bitch was here...somewhere. I stood there, at the counter. Not for very long, it got completely boring after a while. And before you knew it, I was off looking around. Reading some of the things on the wall, looking at the pictures and all the statues that were the main source of decor for this establishment. I finally stumbled onto something that sparked my interest. At least somewhat, anyway. It was a picture of the infamous Madame Levau with one of her prodigies, and a client that was all over the walls, in so many pictures. Probably her biggest client, her biggest fan, the one that bought into all the hype that surrounded her. It was probably someone that was related to her, in some way, too. All over the walls, all over the floors, the decor reminded me of a carnival, of a circus. Of some place where loads and loads of freaks would hang out...like Coney Island in New York City. The One-Eyed Monster, the Man-Eating Gumball, the Telepathic Smurf. You know the freaks. Decked out in costumes that were meant to be the role they were playing...at least for that night. I'm sure you've seen the Christina Aguilera music video for her beautiful song "Hurt". That is exactly what this reminded me of. Well, without the sadness that the song brings. And finally, she came out of hiding. Madame Levau. Wearing a turbon over her head, you could still see the black curls that were supposed to be hidden underneath. Wearing a smock that had all sorts of weird designs on it, little fake cubic zirconium’s, you know...the usual thing that any fortune teller would wear. Ever see The Wizard of Oz? Well, think of Professor Marble just...for a female. She stopped at the doorway to her "private session area" and starred at me. As if I were some Goddess, some God-like being. As if she could already tell, even without the palm reading and the use of personal items that I was total greatness. It was like she already knew, that she was starring at the future of the Wrestling Industry, the future SEA Women's World Champion, the future that everyone wished they were destined to have, but alas, it was only for me. Simple, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, talented, young, vibrant...me. Oh, I was definately loving this already. Fuck the fakeness, it was all about having fun...toying with these bitches now. Madame Levau, Evangelia Dorian, all the other girls in the tournament. That's all I was thinking about now.

"May I help you?" she asked, a look of intrigue on her face as she starred into my eyes. Those beautiful eyes that could hypnotize with just a single glance. "You sure can" I replied, with a confident smile on my face. It was as if I knew exactly what she was going to tell me before she even had the chance to say it. Hmm, maybe I was the fortune teller in this scenario. "As a paying customer, I expect to be 100% satisfied with your services. I expect to get everything I ask for. I expect for all my questions to be answered and most importantly, I expect you to be as open and as honest as you would with any of your other customers. You know, your brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, parents. Oh yeah, I definately expect the same damn treatment, Madame Levau. But most importantly, I expect you to enlighten the world on the factors, the realities, the destinies and the fortunes of yours truly, moi, Chianne Silver. And the tragedies that will become all of my future opponents, namely Evangelia Dorian." She inched closer to the counter, and I followed suite. Obviously, she was expecting an up front payment before services would be rendered. There were signs all over the establishment that said those exact words. How original, right? Pay first, get the information later. And she handed me a slip of paper, it was laminated, it felt of cardboard, it had "Rules and Regulations" at the top, midway down had "Terms of Use" and then, even further down, was the Liability Policy. It was basically the do's and dont's that she had, her rules, and basically kept her from getting sued by people for false hopes, false advertisement and false information. I guess she took the class that Miss. Cleo missed out on. The one where you learn to forewarn people of the mess they were getting themselves into, before actually going through with it. And then there it was...in plain black and white. As clear as the nose on your face. The price system Madame Levau had. She had three levels, the Traveler's Fortune, The Median Fortune and the Serious Fortune. The Traveler's Fortune was for those that didn't really believe, for those that just had simple questions that required simple answers. Of course, even for that, it was twenty five bucks. And, of course, a question limit. Five Questions for Twenty-Five bucks? Yeah, I don't think so. I better get a little more enlightenment on this shit then five damn questions with sketchy answers that I could've come up with my damn self. I wanted a crystal ball, I wanted to see it right before my very eyes. I wanted to point it out to the world, let them know of the fate that was coming this Easter Sunday, March 23rd, 2008. Which brings us to the Median Fortune. The Median Fortune gave a bit more leeway. It involved the Crystal Ball, it involved the palm reading and the chance to see what was looming in the near future. And by near future, that would be the next thirty days. You were given the opportunity to ask ten questions -- any ten questions that you wanted, and receive the ten answers that were meant to be your fortune. It also had the one thing that I wanted the most out of this experience. It would tell the future of any person at which I name. Any one person...and I knew exactly who that one person would be. And that brought us to the Serious  Fortune. This would give you everything the first two had. Fifteen Questions, Crystal Ball Reading, Palm Reading, You'd be able to get an insight on five people's fortunes, any five that you wanted, any five that you named. And when it came to your own fortune, rather then it being the next thirty days, it would be the next year. From the date of the reading to exactly one year later. To the exact minute. But really, who gave a fuck about all that shit. I knew exactly where I was going to be one year from now. Still the baddest bitch to ever grace a wrestling ring. The most talented, most beautiful, most sexy, most gorgeous, most accomplished and most skilled female to ever enter the squared circle. And, truth be told, I would still be the SEA Women's World Champion. And how did I know this? Umm, hello, have you seen what I've been put up against. Like any of those bitches have the chance at taking me out...please. I am everything those bitches aspire to be, but never would or could be. I have everything that they want, from grace and poise, to beauty and talent. I personify the term Female Wrestler. I took that title, gave it a quick make-over, made it my very own and left all the rest sulking in the background, fading behind the curtains, smoking, smelling, eating, bleeding, tasting and loving the dust that I so happened to leave a trail of, as I raced off to the tip top of the Women's Division, of the Wrestling World.

"So which is your pickens, ma'am? Madame Levau doesn't have all day to wait around for you to play eenie, meanie, mini moe. You have your choices, choose wisely. For your fortune does rely on the choice that you make." Hmm. Was that like some sort of spooky warning to me? Like if I didn't pick the right one then I'd be devoured in sour fortune, my destiny would remain unfulfilled, my greatest accomplishment never seen, never grasped, never made my own? Ha. Like I would let that shit happen. "Median Fortune. That is the one I want. Sixty Dollars is your asking price, and sixty dollars is exactly what you shall get. And I had better get my moneies worth, Madame Levau, or you'll be the one regretting the choices that I've made." I slapped my money on the counter, and she rang my purchase up. The Median Fortune it was, and in went my sixty dollars to her cash register. How lame, a fortune teller with a cash register. Don't most of them like...keep the dough in their bras or some shit? Eh well, further proves why I'm only here to have a little fun. But hey, why not get a little something out of it too, right? Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?  Besides, it's not like there was anyone around to stop me anyway. "The Median Fortune is what you shall receive, Miss. Please, follow me into the dark room. We must have peace, tranquility, quiet. No interruptions. You must remain absolutely silent and serious during the course of these preceedings, for any movement you make, any gesture you make, any utterance of a single word could throw your entire fortune off. And I don't give refunds." she said, as she tapped the sign that said, 'No Refunds.' Wow. Madame Levau? More like Madame Cheap-o. Oh well, absolutely tranquile, silent, still, at peace I shall be. To get the best answers, I must act in my best behavior. I must remain absolutely serious. We entered the room, she pushed the curtain open and all around us were candles. Pre-light, unscented candles. The Crystal Ball covered by a black cloth and the Madame's assistant, Trianne, was seated, waiting for instructions.

"Trianne" said Madame Levau, "lock the door. Make sure it's locked good and right. This is going to require some focus, some time. No interruptions. Least of all from drunken men wanting to know who and when their next lay will be. This is serious." she said, as she looked at me. Okay was it me or did things just take a turn for the lesbianic? Yeah, sweetie, stop drooling. "No interruptions? Serious? You'd really think so...wouldn't you?" I said, mumbling under my breath. I guess she heard me mumble, because she jerked her head, snapped it like so, and just glared at me. It was like that one movie...you know the movie...where that chick is like, dead or something and shes walking around with her head on backwards...trying to be all spookular like and stuff. Yeah, it was like that movie. Only, I wasn't scared and this hag was old and probably accustomed to ridicule and being talked down to.

"You get ten questions, madame, and only ten. You will get one palm reading and you will get one glimpse at your future inside of my Crystal Ball. You may sit down, but do remember, that what you see, you may not like." Oh please. Was she serious? Was this supposed to scare me or something? Like I was some sort of child, or dumb housewife staying at home watching Soap Net all day, buying into the fakeness that was this scene. I rolled my eyes and sat down across from her at this huge round table. A black cloth covering the crystal ball, she looked at me. She was eyeing me up and down, finding something that she managed to like. "You're bracelet. I am going to need it, in order to get a good, candid reading on you, Miss...." and she paused. "Silver. Chianne Silver and you must be outside your damn mind if you think you're getting this." I pointed at it, completely floored that she'd ask such a silly thing. "This is a Diamond Tennis Bracelet. Given to me buy my parents. If you think, for even the smallest, most minute of seconds that you are getting your grimey hands on this beautiful piece of jewerly, you must be on some serious dope. Whatever you're smoking, I definately want some." I fired back. She was mad, daft to think she was getting this bracelet. "You don't seem to understand, Miss. Silver. You will get it back...but I need it if you want a proper reading. I must have something treasured, something of great value and meaning to you. I must have something very personal and very, very irreplacable. That bracelet is the perfect item." she replied. And, as reluctant as I was, I gave in. Slowly I took it off and handed it to her, she held it in her hand and hummed. Mumbled something under her breath in some foreign, jibberish tone and I just starred at her. Blankly. "Good girl. You have ten questions to ask. Make them good. Madame Levau doesn't play." It was as if she was giving me this scary, lerking warning that I was supposed to heed and be afraid of. Some rules I had to follow. It was like she was telling me to pick good questions or I die. But, considering she had my precious Diamond Tennis Bracelet in her grasp, I wasn't about to fuck up and risk her taking it out on the beauty that was the bracelet. I'd be a damn fool and there is one thing I am not. And that is a damned fool.

"I only have a few questions I want answered. Screw the ten questions; there are only a few. And they all revolve around one point in my life. A point coming seriously close to happening. See, I am a professional wrestler. Shocking, I know. Someone as beautiful, as talented, as gifted as me limiting myself to just one thing. But really, there is nothing better then smashing a bitches face in, all for the saving grace of saying 'I smashed a bitches face in'. Damn good feeling. But anyway, there is this company I am signed to. My very first. Sports Entertainment Alliance. And there is this tournament, the tournament for the SEA Women's World Championship and the first round, for me anyway, begins this Sunday night against that half-baked, no talent, skuzzy little bitch, Evangelia Dorian. Slut, I know. And did you see her match last week. Total squash match for Adria Corbine. It was sad to even watch, but damn funny as hell because that bitch is going to go two for zero. No wins, two losses and I will move one step closer to being crowned the first ever SEA Women's World Champion." I paused, but only briefly. Keeping me quiet for longer then a few seconds, that was a task that was unattainable. "So anyway, this bitch is going to get her ass handed to her on a silver platter. A beautiful platter, mind you. And come Sunday, she will figure out why I am the Serene Deity. So, like I was saying, Sunday is a big night and the questions I have all begin, revolve and surround this Sunday's huge, huge event." I crossed my leg, right over left and starred at Madame Levau. "Five questions I have. Five questions you better have answers to. Answers that had better be good and worthy of my sixty bucks, because I will kick your ass if not."

Looking around, I waited as she got into her "moment". "Sunday, March 23rd, Easter Sunday. Is that the Sunday that will creates the beginning of the end for the rest of these tramps in SEA? For these tramps in this tournament. And if so, come April, will I be crowned the SEA Women's World Champion? And when I do become the Women's World Champ because, even if you say it's not going to happen, it totally is, will I be the first, the last, the only and the greatest to ever grace that precious piece of gold? But...my most important question, Madame Levau, is how badly will I fuck up the life, the career, the limbs, the body, and the well-being of Evangelia Dorian and the rest of these skanks in this tournament?" Waiting patiently, her answers to these oh so important questions would really set the tone on how I looked at this weekend. I was already feeling damn lucky, even without her input. And sure, I didn't believe in any of this, I didn't buy into all the hype, the false advertisement, but some of these other skanks might. And hearing it from soneone like Madame Levau would really sink into their thick skulls, that when compared against and or stacked against me, they will always be second - third - fourth - fifth or sixth best. But never better. I will always be number one, the others just need to learn to fall in line and embrace their suckiness. It was a fate they were destined to, since birth.

"Well" she started off saying. Wasting no time getting to the answers. "You are destined for greatness, Chianne. I could sense it. I read it off of you when I first saw you. You're embiance just screams success and glory. March 23rd is merely the beginning. Evangelia Dorian, Princess Kaylen, whomever else might be involved, they are merely targets for you to plow through. When you were signed, they knew who would get that belt, who would hold it. And instead of just handing it off to you at the first chance that they got, they arranged a tournament. To make it seem as though people had to work for it. But now, tomorrow, Sunday, next week, next month or next year. It doesn't matter. You will be the SEA Women's World Champion. Sunday marks only the beginning of great success headed in your direction, Chianne. This tournament is simply a striking point, a kick start to the success that will soon follow. And come April, you will be crowned the SEA Women's World Champion. Becoming the only person to ever get to wear that crown. The company will go on, it will succeed, it will be greatness. But your record setting, Women's World Championship reign will be untouched, unmarveled, unattainable. It will be unbreakable. A winning streak will insue and your glory, the glitz and the glamour heading in your direction, it all begins on Easter Sunday. Luck plays no part in these matches, in this tournament. Your skill will undoubtedly get you to the top and keep you there for the rest of your life. But destiny, fate, the fortune that was promised to you at birth, that will be what helps give you that extra push. You are talented, you are great, you are skilled. But your destiny is planned out, your fate has been told. Your success was created from the moments that you took your first breath, first step, spoke your first word, batted your first eyelash. You were born for this, you were raised for this. You were created for success and you will be embedded in it. And it all begins on March 23rd -- Sunday. Easter bloody Sunday."

I had a smile on my face that couldn't be removed even if you tried to plaster it off. Everything that I had expected, anticipated for and knew was true was infact true. I was a success, destined for greatness, born for glory. And I would be the SEA Women's World Champion. Count on that, bitches.

"Give me your hand" she demanded. And I did as I was told. Of course, after the great news I just got, I was more willing to let this woman do as she wishes. Everything I knew to be true she just put into great perspective for me and now, she would elaborate on my life. My life's plan and purpose. The greatness I would become. It was all great. Completely and utterly great. "Just as I suspected, Chianne. Your lifeline is long, it is prosperous. You will be forever remembered as something great. Fame and fortune are nothing, merely things that you know are coming to you. But your lifeline will last forever. You will die great, just like you were born great."

Ahh, how good it felt to be told something that you already knew to be true. So now, when these bitches come at me using the old, cliche 'you think your destiny is set, but really its not. Mine is' because now, I have it on good authority, I have the proof to show that my destiny is better then everyone else. My success is going to be better then everyone else. And most importantly, I am going to be better then everyone else. And it's a fact now, bitches. So learn to deal.

"The Crystal Ball" she said, as she starred at me. "Yes, the Crystal Ball. Tell me how much gold and glory I have coming my way. Let me have all the good news I can take. I already know it in my head, my heart and it's sunk in my brain. I am going to be great. But it never hurts to see the picture." I said, with a confidence about me that just oozed with attitude and awesomeness. As she removed the cloth, as she waved her hand over the Crystal Ball, an image appeared. And, low and behold, it was me. Standing tall, inside the SEA Squared Circle. Victorious, Champion, Greatness, Successful, Accomplished and above everyone else. Every other tramp that I had to slay to get there. "And there you have it, Chianne. You're future has been told. You are going to be a complete success, you are going to be great. You know that, I know that and on Sunday, after you devour Evangelia Dorian as if she were some prey you'd been stalking, the entire world will know that."

And that was all she wrote. That was all I needed to hear. And I stood, starring down at Madame Levau with a streak of confidence that made me look as glorious and as righteous as ever. "See Madame Levau, I knew this. From the beginning. Before I even walked into this establishment. I knew that I was great. I knew I'd be destined to go on and become the SEA Women's World Champion. You just witnessed it, you witnessed it first hand. My greatness is a destiny that none of these skanks will be able to avoid. Come April, I will be the SEA Women's World Champion, that much is true, that much is fact. It is a foregone conclusion. But what isn't...is what I intend on doing to Evangelia Dorian this Sunday, and any other damn bitch that decides to stand in my way at accomplishing the dream, the greatness, the success, the destiny that has been laid out for me. Whether its Princess Kaylen, Bishop Knight, Cassandra Daniels, Monica Mayhem or Adria Corbine. I am the one that they will have to stare at, to watch walk around, gracing the halls with the belt that they want, that they tried so desperately to get, but failed at doing. They'll have to watch as I, Chianne Silver, do the things, take the things and become the things that they never can, could or will. Destiny, Fortune, Luck...it's all mine for the taking. You are looking at the future of SEA, the future Women's World Champion. You are looking at greatness, and I...I am going to become the very best that this industry has to offer. Thee fucking best."

I slammed my hand against her table. Snatching my Diamond Tennis Bracelet, I yanked it from her grasp. I was poised and perfectly normal. I was calm yet confident. I wrapped the bracelet around my wrist, I locked the clasp. I showed it off, and there it was...there it stood. Shimmering with the light of her little room gleaming across the diamonds. Sunday was only the beginning. The end for Evangelia Dorian, and the other girls in the tournament. But the beginning for Chianne Silver, for me. The beginning to the greatest life she, I, could ever have. The beginning to something so fantastic, so tantilizing, so successful that she, I, won't know what to do with all of it. The beginning of her, of my, destiny and fortune. Something no one, not even the fake Miss. Madame Levau could take from her, me.

And so I left, I walked through the curtain, past Trianne, I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I left, just as soon as I had walked in. Sunday couldn't come any sooner.