Title of Masterpiece: re: The New Director of the Women's Division is... Mentionables: Lucky, Kaylee, Harris, Kylie, etc...etc...etc... Record: 021.002.001 OOC: Whoot, it's a women's partay! Lol. Look at poor little Harris surrounded by all this gorgeous womanness...he's a damn lucky bastard. Harhar! Anywho, here is my reply because I am bored at work and needed something to pass the time so yeah, enjoy peeps. :). And as always, no offense lol

Blah, blah, blah went the voices in the ring. There was one man trying to make a simple statement...that he was "far too busy to care about the women's division" even though, let's face it...the Women's Division was the most exciting part of UPW. A roster full of the most beautiful girls, some with talent...very few...like, three maybe...but who's keeping track, right? Then there was one woman, a very skanky, shady woman with a piece of gold on her shoulder that everyone seemed to want. Yeah, we're talking about you "Lucky" Monaco-Cage. In fact, that's really the only reason she is Champ still, because she was lucky. And look at the amount of "talent" she had to face to retain the belt. Kaylee Adams and Dakota Huntress? Really now...we couldn't find anyone else in the world more worthy of a championship shot then these two? Heaven help us, if those three are the driving force of this entire division. And, of course, as Lucky spews off at the mouth, something she is quite used to doing these days, she is interrupted quickly by the woman she defeated...one of them...Kaylee Adams. Now out comes this whiney hag, complaining about being screwed and how she "wasn't pinned" therefore, she didn't lose. Tomatoes, tomatos sweetie...it's all the same. You were in the match, you did not get the pinfall or the submission, you lost. End of story, period. There is no if's, and's or but's about it, you're obviously not the champion now, so get over it. Step aside and let the real women, the real talent of this company get at Lucky. Someone like the lovely Mackenzie Adams who, since day one, has done nothing more then state that she will be the one to finally dethrone Lucky of her championship reign. One year? Pfft, whatever bitch, no one cares. Allow us to reiterate...you are only the champion, because there was no one around to dethrone you. No one worthy...that and, you seem to have a way around the ring that gets you out with a cheap, shady victory. Regardless, that was coming to an end and soon. Of course, that wasn't the last of them...then out comes the returning Kylie Mackenzie...the first ever UPW Women's Champion who feels robbed of the belt, simply because she opted to leave the company and go elsewhere...to Japan, if we're correct. Boo-fucking-hoo sweetheart, the key phrase is; you left. You weren't fired, you weren't forced to relinquish or vacate the belt. You choose to leave the company in hopes of chasing another dream, one that landed you in Japan. It's not like they asked you to choose Japan over UPW so that Lucky could have the belt. You losing it, is all on you. It's definitely a tough pill to swallow, having to finally admit that, well, you fucked yourself over when it comes to your career here and your credibility, is shot to all hell. But, that's neither here nor there at this point. What does matter, however, is the fact that a new face needed to be placed at the front of the Women's division and that face, was Mackenzie Adams. 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. Instead of doing her usual split entrace from there, as she used to at the beginning of her career, she steps back slightly, and heads towards the ring steps, much to the chagrin of the audience, as she shakes her finger “no�? 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. Jumping, she bounces off of the ropes and lands 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. 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, back to her sides as her music begins to slowly fade out. "What's this? A party and I wasn't invited...aww gee Lucky. I always knew you were a bloated bitch but damn, do you fear me that much?!" she said, with a cocky smirk on her face. Lucky rolled her eyes, clutching her precious, precious little title belt close to her body. "Yeah, that's right bitch, you hold on to that belt as tightly as you can...for now anyway...because pretty soon, you'll be replaced as the front runner for the Women's Division here. A thing of the past, a part of yesteryear....an after thought, if you will. Although, I'm sure you're used to being erased and replaced by now" she said, licking her lips slowly. "Someone with your 'talents' usually is. Especially when it's by someone that's, say, so much better then you. Someone like...oh I don't know...me!" she said, pointing at her face. "Oh wait, let me guess...I have to "earn" my way to that title right? Is that what you're going to say? Cute, really it is Lucky but, ya see, seeing as no one was named the new number one contender at Legacy of Pain, and...seeing as you've already beaten the blonde clone over there" she points at Kaylee "yes dear, beaten. You may not have been pinned but, hmm...seems to me, she still has the belt and you don't. And, according to my records that merits a loss. A pretty pathetic one at that" she says, letting out a gigle. "And, well, seeing as all the other girls around here are either too busy sucking cock or beating each other up because of some super-group that disbanded...that really only leaves me. Not that it would've mattered anyway because, look at me...I'm a fucking shue-in to be the front runner of this division. Put me in a contendership match and, you can beat your fat, lipo-sucked ass that I will walk out the new contender and...soon after, the new champion" she said, as she slowly paced the ring. "Now, no offense, Kaylee sweetie but...don't you feel the least bit out of place? I mean, this isn't some indy-company. This isn't some place full of braindead bimbos and losers. And, standing in this ring, are people that have talent....and no, hun, I'm not referring to the tongue talents I hear that you have" she said, with a smirk. "Take a hike, kid...you had your chance and you failed miserably. Move along...find some other life to ruin and leave the Women's division to those that know how to properly handle it...that know how to really make it shine. Some savior you are...you couldn't even achieve the goal you set up for yourself. You failed, just like every other woman that's ever challenged the uber bitch over there has. And that's sad considering, the most threatening part about this bitch is her boobs" she said. Kaylee seemed to only get more annoyed at the fact that, for a second time now, she'd be lined up against other girls to fight for a chance at the title. She wouldn't be handed one on a silver platter, like she had hoped.   "And then there's you" she said, turning her attention to Kylie. "The first ever UPW Women's Champion....the girl that left the company, to pursue other dreams...then came back because...either she failed at those dreams or got tired of them...either way, she's back. And, because you are a former champion you think you should automatically be handed whatever you want?" Mackenzie asked, as Kylie nodded her head. The fans seemed to like her, they cheered at that...they'd definitely love to see Kylie and Lucky go a second round. "Yeah and I want a rainbow with a pot of gold on the other side. We don't always get what we want, sweetie. Take a number and get in line. Just because you were, once upon a time, something here in UPW doesn't mean you are again...or will be. And it damn sure doesn't mean that you should be handed whatever you want. If the rest of us have to work for it, what makes you so damn special? Because you've got I Love Lucy red hair? Sweetie, the look's come and gone. I think Lita wore it out....kind of like she wore out the whole "look at me, I'm extreme" thing" she said, turning her attention to Michael Harris. "Now, it seems like what we've got here is three woman all with the same goal in mind. To get that title, away from that lack-luster thing we have to call a champion...and appearantly now, our boss" Mackenzie rolls her eyes at the notion. "God, it makes me sick even having to say that word, with regards to her. I honestly think the division would've been better handled by a pack of chimps, then a chump but hey...it's your company your fucking over" Mackenzie said, with a shrug. "I get what you're going to say; no to Kaylee because you've beaten her, no to Kylie because she's "fresh" and she left and she should earn a spot and no to me because I'm new, I haven't had a match yet, I need to earn a chance too. That's all it ever is with you, Lucky. No, no, no. Funny, you never seem to tell men that, but you'll sure leap at the chance to say it to a little competition in the ring. A little afraid, arent'cha Lucky? Yeah, if I had to face myself, I would be too. So, boss, as Kylie asked a few minutes ago...what'cha gonna do?" Mackenzie said, as she lowered the mic. Michael Harris was off in the corner, as if to watch...just waiting and overseeing. He definitely wanted to witness, first hand, four of UPW's leading ladies just tear into each other over a piece of gorgeous gold; the UPW Women's Championship. And, personally speaking, wouldn't mind seeing them rip apart Lucky Monaco-Cage one at a time. Of course, he also wanted to see how the newly appointed Director of the Women's Division would handle herself in this situation, with three very arrogant, deserving and talented females breathing down her neck for a chance at her most prized possession...her UPW Women's Championship belt. What was Lucky to do?