Title of Masterpiece: ||: created for gold. anarchy series. Mentionables: Read it and see ;) Record: 021.002.001 OOC: Here is el numero uno lol. good luck heather, may the best chicka win. i know this is gonna be a fun and excitin' week of roleplaying so yay us. let's show this fed what the chicks can do --coolshades-- lol. anywho, enjoy, good luck and as always, no offense.

Kenzie’s Thoughts || Best two out of three matches, eh? Well that could be interesting. Although, based on my record alone…there’d be a new number one contender named as early as next week. And that contender would be me! So I’m a cocky bitch, what exactly is your point? I am paid well enough to not really give a flying fuck, yet at the same time; I am talented enough to know that I am so much better then half the bitches on the roster. Wait, wait…scratch that…not half the bitches�?B>all the bitches on the roster. It was no wonder why Lucky Monaco-Cage, our benevolent Women’s Champion was so hesitant to accept a challenge from me. I laid out the gauntlet to her, hell, I even left it open for her to choose the match we competed in. And instead, she backed down like the weakling she is, cowered behind some bullshit title that she was given a little over a week ago. Director of the Women’s Division? Seriously? Even with a fucking how-to book, this bitch wouldn’t know the true definition of being a real, talented female wrestler. Mainly because…well, she’s not one. You can’t really ‘direct�?something if you barely know how to do it your damn self. They could’ve hired a fucking chimp, and he �?or she �?would do a better job directing this division then Lucky. But, I guess being the only female in a company makes you “great�?and “deserving�?of being at the top of the league. Right. I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice and I will say it a thousand times over…Lucky’s only managed to remain champion, simply because she had no competition. I watched the shows and pay-per-views from this company from afar…I watched a majority of Lucky’s matches and, well, the girls she’s had to face were barely talented enough to last through the match. No wonder why she won. She was actually better at wrestling then them. But that was them, and Mackenzie Adams isn’t any of them. They aren’t on the same level as Mackenzie. Really, no one is and that’s exactly how she likes it. There are two types of women in this company. There is Mackenzie Adams, and then there are all the other sluts this company manages. It was truly amazing being me. My entire career revolved around other people, male and female alike, being compared to me, not vice versa. UPW was no different. I am held on a higher pedestal then everyone else, I am held up to much higher standards then most could even reach. Case in point, the entire Women’s Division. I was a “new girl�? I just got signed only a few weeks ago�?maybe a month…and already, I’d become quite the front runner for the women’s division. I managed to bypass all these other hacks that have been in the company for months and months�?and months. Do you have any idea how good that makes me feel about myself? Oh yeah, my confidence was much higher now. And now, I’d be facing off against the female that was named the first ever UPW Women’s Champion in a best two out of three matches series. The competitor that scores the most wins �?and for those of us with the IQ of a two year old and the brain span of a tree, the most wins in two out of three, would be two�?-- becomes the new contender. Kylie, returning from her little Japan tour was looking to regain the belt she lost well over a year ago, trying to prove a point that she could beat Lucky Monaco-Cage and that she could be the better champion. My agenda, however, was much more different. A lot less complex, actually. I just wanted the gold. I just wanted to be the one that ended Lucky’s year long reign of being champion. I wanted to be that bitch that every other girl tried so hard to be…sure, maybe I’ll be only the third person to hold the belt but, that’s neither here nor there. I’m confident enough in my skills to know that, putting me in a match with Lucky would almost guarantee a new Woman’s Champion being named. The small percentage that wouldn’t guarantee a title changing hands, would be if Lucky took the pussy way out and cheated her way to a victory�?which is very likely, basing it off her championship match record. Regardless; two out of three matches? This series will come to an end just as quickly as it was started. This week is the first match and the first victory for me. Next week, the series would come to an end as I score a second victory, and become the new number one contender for Lucky’s precious little belt. I was created for gold, bitches, it’s in my goddamn DNA. These matches, their more like the preliminaries to me…a warm-up match that’ll lead me to the big finale. A finale that will name a brand new Women’s Champion for UPW…me! || End thoughts. Letting out a content sigh, Mackenzie reviewed what would be her week. She was scheduled for an outing with a few other UPW stars, a meet’n’greet with the fans, so to speak, as the beginning of the year for the company looks to kick off with a major bang. She was a raging bitch, from time to time and she’d be the first to admit it. It’s actually something she prided herself in being. Maybe it’s because, despite what she said or did, she always managed to back it up. Her entire career was built off things she’d accomplished, things she’d been through and things she did for herself. She never had to rely on anyone to save her ass. Not in IWE and not in UPW. As she continued to review her schedule, one that her assistant drew up for her �?and yes, Mackenzie was a big enough star to have an assistant. She was a big breasted, blonde bimbo �?Jenna Jameson wannabe with inflatable lips, or so it looked. And, despite the many blonde jokes that Brendon would make whenever she wasn’t around, she was still pretty good at what she was hired to do. She tended to Mackenzie’s schedule, making sure it was always kept up and that Mackenzie was everywhere she needed to be. Of course, even with an assistant to act in her best interest, she still did whatever the hell she wanted. Her eyes continued to scroll over her calendar, the ‘road to anarchy�?so to speak. And there it was, in black and white �?bolded print, fancy font and quite large to the eye…January 10th, 2009 �?Mackenzie Adams versus Kylie Mackenzie. The first round of there three match series…at the end of it, one of these ladies would be named the contender to Lucky’s title belt. Mackenzie’s eyes focused on that one date for, what seemed like, minutes on end. She squinted her eyes, reading it over and over…and over and over again before a knock was heard at the door. It was the blonde haired assistant to Mackenzie, her name was Pamela Jones and she was kind of cute looking, if you’re into that overly plastic, orange tanned, Barbie Doll look. She wore an off beige, button down shirt that seemed extremely tight, especially around her chest area. Her long blonde hair was down, resting over her shoulders in light curls. She had big, bright blue eyes that were often times eye catching and, there were those plastic lips. To complete the outfit, she wore a matching off beige, micro-mini skirt. It was sort of a much sluttier version of business attire, and even matched the outfit with off beige, 4 inch stiletto heels. Mackenzie moved her eyes up from the clipboard with her calendar of tasks for the week, and looked at her assistant Pamela, nodding for her to enter the room. �?FONT color=#999999>Miss. Adams�?Pamela said, in a low tone, as she held a clip board in her hand �?FONT color=#999999>You have a call on Mr. Lennix’s main line. Would you like me to put the call in here?�?Pamela asked. Mackenzie arched an eyebrow, wondering how anyone that was in any way, shape or form associated with her, would’ve gotten Brendon’s private, home office number. She let out a sigh and nodded �?FONT color=#003399>Sure Pamela, go ahead. Who did you say it was, again?�?She asked, as Pamela turned to exit the room. �?FONT color=#999999>It’s Tracy Beckett She said she is a UPW interviewer and wanted had some questions she wanted to ask you�?Pamela responded, as she exited the room. Within seconds, Mackenzie sat herself in Brendon’s large, plush, black leather office chair. It was an executive style chair, and it was quite comfortable…and yes, in their alone, intimate times, the chair was definitely used as things other then for sitting. Brendon found himself having a hard time keeping his hands off Mackenzie and, nine times out of ten; the feeling was often mutual between the two. In any event, Mackenzie took a seat and crossed her legs, right over left as she looked at the blinking button on Brendon’s office phone. �?FONT color=#003399>Hello, this is Mackenzie Adams. How can I assist you?�?she said, trying to sound as professional as possible. She was still quite baffled how anyone outside of Brendon’s business could’ve gotten this number, but that was neither here nor there anymore. Obviously, when people really want to get in touch with you, they’d pull out all their resources to do so. �?FONT color=#666666>Hey Mackenzie, its Tracy Beckett from UPW. I just wanted to see if you had a moment to go over a couple of questions regarding your upcoming match this weekend. They are exclusive for UPW.com and I’d really appreciate you taking the time to do this�?she said, taking a quick pause to allow Mackenzie to respond. �?FONT color=#003399>Sure, why the hell not. I knew sooner or later you guys would come by knocking me down to get an interview. Ask away, Tracy�?Mackenzie said, as she leaned back in the chair, adjusting the top she was wearing, which was both tight and extremely low cut and cleavage bearing. �?FONT color=#666666>Well Mackenzie, my first question for you is probably the more obvious. Since the moment you walked into UPW, you made it crystal clear to everyone �?including our beloved Women’s Champion �?that you wanted to take her belt and end her reign. You were told time and time again that you’d have to ‘earn�?your rights to a match with her, and that it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. Just last week, she was named the new Division Head for the Women and well, she seemed to contradict what she’d been saying since the second you walked in, putting you in a series of matches with former champ, Kylie Mackenzie…the female to win the best two matches out of three would face her for the belt. What is your response to Lucky’s sudden change of heart, regarding you and your quest to become Women’s Champion?�?she asked, as Mackenzie let out a light chuckle. �?FONT color=#003399>I think I can say, with 100% certainty, that Lucky Monaco-Cage is nothing more then a walking contradiction. The girl says and claims one thing, then does the complete opposite. Like she claimed she could beat any female in the company with a hand tied behind her back, just because she was that damn good in the ring…yet, the instant someone came across and challenged her with more talent in her pinky finger, then Lucky possesses in her entire body…what does she do? She creates bullshit excuses about ‘earning�?a shot. Do I look like Kaylee Adams to you? Am I a dumb blonde that might fall for that line of shit?! No. Surprise, surprise, Mackenzie Adams is much smarter then the average bear. Now, I left it open so many times, for Lucky to finally step up to the plate and face me with her belt on the line. She wouldn’t. Her excuse was that I needed to earn a chance to face her. Okay fine, but what was she going to do in the mean time? Tuck her tail between her big legs and hide in the background? It seems she’s been doing that a lot lately. Ducking out every time a challenge came across. She’d become silent until the time was right, bitch, rant and rave about not being respected and how she has been champ for x-amount of days. The fuck is your point, bitch?! I retired not one…not two…but three championship belts during the first year of my career. They rest on my wall in a room devoted solely to my accomplishments. My Brendybaby made it specifically to show his appreciation to how great and truly talented I am. What did you do in the first year of your career, Lucky? Get married, knocked up and fuck as many guys as humanly possible? Now there’s an accomplishment for ya. And the saddest part is, Lucky’s  brain-dead sister calling me a slut. I’ve had two solid boyfriends my entire career, and both have lasted longer then your dysfunctional, sick, twisted relationship with your little boytoy Randy Orton. Don’t pretend to know me bitch�?Mackenzie paused briefly, rolling her eyes as a sigh escaped her full, luscious lips. �?FONT color=#003399>Back to Lucky though, the main reason she accepted my being a challenger for her little belt though, is because I laid out the gauntlet in the ring, in front of all the fans, on live television and in front of a man that still tells her what to do and what not to do. She had no choice but to grant me what I wanted�?to grant Kylie what she wanted. If she didn’t, he would’ve and…judging by the distain they share for one another, he would’ve made her life a living hell. Which is actually kind of a turn on to me�?weird huh?�?She said, letting out a laugh. �?FONT color=#003399>So, she finally took me up on my offer and only added Kylie in to the mix in hopes of weakening her future opponent �?moi �?before the big title match. God, if I had a nickel for every time a competitor of mine tried to do that to me, I’d be one rich bitch�?she said, sighing. �?FONT color=#003399>Oh wait, I already am!�?she let out another laugh, shrugging her shoulders in a very confident manner. �?FONT color=#003399>Had I not done that, I can guarantee you; the bitch would still be ducking every challenge laid out to her. Thankfully, we’ll only have to endure a few more weeks of her ass backwards championship reign…because, in a few weeks, a new champion will be named. And that person is going to be me!�?she finished, as she put the phone on speaker, laying the receiver down on the hook. She had a very confident smirk planted across her face, she was definitely a very cocky woman, and rightfully so. �?FONT color=#666666>Now, you’re scheduled to face Kylie Mackenzie this weekend on Anarchy. The match was set up by the new Director of the Women’s Division �?and the Women’s Champion �?Lucky. It’s set to be a best two out of three matches series, where you and Kylie will face one another three consecutive times, the one with the most amount of wins will move on to face Lucky for her championship gold. Knowing that Kylie is not only a former Champion, a returning star…having trained and toured through Japan �?and taking into consideration their expertise on wrestling �?and also the fact that she is the first woman to ever wear the belt, how confident are you going into this match?�?What a stupid, stupid question ? asked. Was she really that stupid?! Of course Mackenzie was still confident in herself. Someone really needed to school this girl on Mackenzie Adams 101. The cardinal rule in Mackenzie Adams 101; never underestimate her self-confidence. She’ll never cease to amaze you with it. She let out a second chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief that someone would actually question her self-confidence. �?FONT color=#003399>Do you even realize just who in the hell you’re talking to? I am Mackenzie Adams, my confidence will never run out�?she said, trying not to laugh in the poor girls face. �?FONT color=#003399>But, to answer your question and, I’m being totally honest here, my confidence going into this match is the same as it’s always been. Check your history, sweetheart…look at a Wikipedia if you have to, I’ve got tons of fansites, I’ve seen ‘em…you’ll find that my confidence never fails me. I may be an over-confident, self-absorbed bitch but guess what? I back up every damn thing I say and do in that ring, I make sure the world knows just who the hell Mackenzie Adams is in and out of that ring, and I get the damn job done. Something that all these other bitches are apparently failing at, and desperately. Take Kaylee Adams for example. She walked in to UPW scored a few wins, named herself the ‘Savior of the Women’s Division�?yet, when all bets were on her to walk out the new champion, what’d she do? She failed. When it counted the most, the bitch flaked in the match, just like she would’ve been a flake as a champion. I don’t march around claiming to be one thing, and then in the end do the complete opposite. Every promise I make, every guarantee I make, one way or another, I manage to fulfill every one of them. Take my career in IWE for example. I walked in to that company and already named myself as the Queen of a fucking Empire. And what happened a short week later? I was, in fact, crowned the Queen of the Empire. Hence the name, the Empress. I have set myself for goal after goal after goal, climbing higher and higher up the ladder of success and I haven’t failed yet. This match with Kylie, it’s just another prong on that ladder…my next conquest is to become the UPW Women’s Champion, and definitely become a better champion then that little shitstain champion we have running around now, Lucky Monaco.  I mean honestly, the girl doesn’t have two cents to rub together, let alone any sense in her fucking head. If she did, she would’ve taken a mediocre idea like she did with my match against Kylie, and made it into something spectacular. Michael Harris and Randy Orton �?our beloved bosses �?have little time and patience for the women in the company, and with good reason. Look at the bitch that is the ‘front runner�? She sucks more balls in the ring then a hooker on Third Street in downtown New York. And I live downtown New York�?a very nice penthouse in fact�?Had they put someone that was actually worth a damn in that spot, someone credible…someone like me, that has tons of experience making bitches do exactly what she wants them to do, you’d be seeing every ‘top�?female the company has facing each other in a match that, not only sets the women apart from the men, but truly makes them stand out in the company. We’ve not only got to prove to the fans that we’re not all fucking jokes like Lucky, Addison and Kaylee, but now we have to prove it to Randy and Michael as well. With me, it comes naturally and they know that. They know that, when they look at me, they are looking at the new UPW Women’s Champion. Now me personally, I like to set the standards damn fucking high, and I would’ve easily done that with this match and any match created for and catered to woman. But, hey, if they want mediocre females in mediocre matches, then I guess more power to ‘em. They’ll get a lot more then mediocre from yours truly…I perform above and beyond what anyone else can or ever will…but the other bitches in this company, heh. Good luck even getting mediocre out of them�?Mackenzie said, with a sigh as she shook her head. It was quite obvious she was not keen with many of the women in the company, that had become nothing more then floor mats for men and Lucky Monaco to stomp all over. And now, she’d be stomping over them to get what she wanted…the UPW Women’s Championship belt. Floor mat number one; Kylie Mackenzie. “My match with Kylie is simply a starter of what’s yet to come. The beginning of the end for Lucky Monaco-Cage and her title reign�?she finished, letting a confident smirk reappear on her face. She certainly was the cocky one, there was no denying that. �?FONT color=#666666>Mackenzie, you’ve managed to come in and basically take UPW by storm…and you haven’t even stepped foot in the ring yet. You managed to get on the top of the hate list for one of the most powerful women in the company, the current champ, Lucky Monaco-Cage and yet, you show no signs of fear, remorse or worry about having to face her. She is, after all, the champ and now the director of your division…and she has managed to stay lucky enough in keeping that belt. Now you’re facing a former champion, the first woman to hold the Women’s Championship here in UPW and still, you are the same Mackenzie Adams that showed up those many weeks ago, as confident as ever�?Tracy said, as Mackenzie sighed. �?FONT color=#003399>I think we’ve established this Tracy. I am confident in myself, in my skills and in my abilities to beat both Lucky and Kylie because I know I can beat them both. There’s no question about whether or not I can do it. It’s all a matter of how badly I’m gonna beat them. See, I plan on making a statement through both Lucky and Kylie…a statement that I am thee most dominate female force that this company has ever seen or will ever see. It’s only a matter of time before I take the entire female roster and plow through them like a fucking tornado system. I’m like a siren, sweetie. I am as gorgeous as they come, and even more dangerous to boot. Minus the whole nympho thing, I lure people into my path only to destroy them. And all of that begins with poor wittle Kylie, this week on Anarchy and will continue onto next week’s episode as well. And after I plow through her over the course of this week and next, then I can successfully move on to Lucky. Now with Kylie, I just want to get through her to get to Lucky. But with Lucky…Lucky I’m not just planning on seeking out and destroying…I want to injure her…I want to permanently retire her. And, you can believe Tracy, that I have the skill and the amount of talent and tenacity required to do just that�?Mackenzie smirked in a cocky yet evil manner, which would’ve sent chills up anyone’s spine…if anyone could’ve actually seen it. �?FONT color=#666666>Well Mackenzie, you’re in your first match this week against Kylie, your statements are being made loud and clear and I definitely think that, after this, both Kylie and Lucky will be put on official notice, that they need to watch themselves around you. Any final words that you’d towards your opponent Kylie, the champ Lucky or anyone else that you might target next?�?Tracy asked, innocently. �?FONT color=#003399>Other then to wish them good luck, no. I normally don’t wish my opponents good luck; it’s such a shitty, cliché to use. And why would I wish them luck anyway? They are my opponents…I’d want them to lose. But in this case, I think both Kylie, Lucky �?and anyone else that might stand in my way �?will need all the luck they could possibly get. Mackenzie Adams is on the prowl…she’s like a huntress…and she’s out for blood. Well, blood and the UPW Women’s Championship. I wonder which one I’ll get first�?she said, with a smile and a laugh. That ended the phone call as Mackenzie hit the ‘end call�?button on Brendon’s phone. She rose to her feet, as things seemed to go out of focus. The one thing that was clear was the picture of Kylie that Mackenzie left on Brendon’s desk, a big red circle drawn around her face with the word “Target 1�?written in, in a blood red ink, permanent marker. Mackenzie was on a quest to reach the top, and she wasn’t about to let some shit-performer �?also known as the current champion �?or a quitter �?also known as the former champion �?stop her from reaching that quest. TO BE CONTINUED BY ME ONLY!

Title of Masterpiece: ||: created for gold. anarchy series. Mentionables: Mackenzie Adams (obviously), Kylie Mackenzie, Lucky Monaco-Cage, Michael Harris, and Randy Orton, mainly. Record: 021.002.001 OOC: And here is my first roleplay for this match. I wanna wish Heather the best of luck, may the best chickidee win, hehe. I am uber excited about getting to use Kenzie again. It's been a while and it's like I haven't even lost a bit. That makes me happy =). Annnnywho, so yes, best of luck to you Heather and no offense to anyone mentioned below. It's all in good fun. On a side note, I finished this thing yesterday at work with the intention of coming home that night, color coding it, altering all that Microsoft code <op> crap. I ended up doing the code crap at work, just before I left, but didn't get to color code it. It was my number one task when I got home, but plans soon changed. For whatever reason, my computer decided it wanted to be a dick last night, kept freezing up on me so I couldn't do anything. Not even a frickin' system restore. I ended up getting so frustrated, I went to bed. So here it is, the first of three so enjoy =).

Kenzie’s Thoughts || Best two out of three matches, eh? Well that could be interesting. Although, based on my record alone…there’d be a new number one contender named as early as next week. And that contender would be me! So I’m a cocky bitch, what exactly is your point? I am paid well enough to not really give a flying fuck, yet at the same time; I am talented enough to know that I am so much better then half the bitches on the roster. Wait, wait…scratch that…not half the bitches�?B>all the bitches on the roster. It was no wonder why Lucky Monaco-Cage, our benevolent Women’s Champion was so hesitant to accept a challenge from me. I laid out the gauntlet to her, hell, I even left it open for her to choose the match we competed in. And instead, she backed down like the weakling she is, cowered behind some bullshit title that she was given a little over a week ago. Director of the Women’s Division? Seriously? Even with a fucking how-to book, this bitch wouldn’t know the true definition of being a real, talented female wrestler. Mainly because…well, she’s not one. You can’t really ‘direct�?something if you barely know how to do it your damn self. They could’ve hired a fucking chimp, and he �?or she �?would do a better job directing this division then Lucky. But, I guess being the only female in a company makes you “great�?and “deserving�?of being at the top of the league. Right. I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice and I will say it a thousand times over…Lucky’s only managed to remain champion, simply because she had no competition. I watched the shows and pay-per-views from this company from afar…I watched a majority of Lucky’s matches and, well, the girls she’s had to face were barely talented enough to last through the match. No wonder why she won. She was actually better at wrestling then them. But that was them, and Mackenzie Adams isn’t any of them. They aren’t on the same level as Mackenzie. Really, no one is and that’s exactly how she likes it. There are two types of women in this company. There is Mackenzie Adams, and then there are all the other sluts this company manages. It was truly amazing being me. My entire career revolved around other people, male and female alike, being compared to me, not vice versa. UPW was no different. I am held on a higher pedestal then everyone else, I am held up to much higher standards then most could even reach. Case in point, the entire Women’s Division. I was a “new girl�? I just got signed only a few weeks ago�?maybe a month…and already, I’d become quite the front runner for the women’s division. I managed to bypass all these other hacks that have been in the company for months and months�?and months. Do you have any idea how good that makes me feel about myself? Oh yeah, my confidence was much higher now. And now, I’d be facing off against the female that was named the first ever UPW Women’s Champion in a best two out of three matches series. The competitor that scores the most wins �?and for those of us with the IQ of a two year old and the brain span of a tree, the most wins in two out of three, would be two�?-- becomes the new contender. Kylie, returning from her little Japan tour was looking to regain the belt she lost well over a year ago, trying to prove a point that she could beat Lucky Monaco-Cage and that she could be the better champion. My agenda, however, was much more different. A lot less complex, actually. I just wanted the gold. I just wanted to be the one that ended Lucky’s year long reign of being champion. I wanted to be that bitch that every other girl tried so hard to be…sure, maybe I’ll be only the third person to hold the belt but, that’s neither here nor there. I’m confident enough in my skills to know that, putting me in a match with Lucky would almost guarantee a new Woman’s Champion being named. The small percentage that wouldn’t guarantee a title changing hands, would be if Lucky took the pussy way out and cheated her way to a victory�?which is very likely, basing it off her championship match record. Regardless; two out of three matches? This series will come to an end just as quickly as it was started. This week is the first match and the first victory for me. Next week, the series would come to an end as I score a second victory, and become the new number one contender for Lucky’s precious little belt. I was created for gold, bitches, it’s in my goddamn DNA. These matches, their more like the preliminaries to me…a warm-up match that’ll lead me to the big finale. A finale that will name a brand new Women’s Champion for UPW…me! || End thoughts. Letting out a content sigh, Mackenzie reviewed what would be her week. She was scheduled for an outing with a few other UPW stars, a meet’n’greet with the fans, so to speak, as the beginning of the year for the company looks to kick off with a major bang. She was a raging bitch, from time to time and she’d be the first to admit it. It’s actually something she prided herself in being. Maybe it’s because, despite what she said or did, she always managed to back it up. Her entire career was built off things she’d accomplished, things she’d been through and things she did for herself. She never had to rely on anyone to save her ass. Not in IWE and not in UPW. As she continued to review her schedule, one that her assistant drew up for her �?and yes, Mackenzie was a big enough star to have an assistant. She was a big breasted, blonde bimbo �?Jenna Jameson wannabe with inflatable lips, or so it looked. And, despite the many blonde jokes that Brendon would make whenever she wasn’t around, she was still pretty good at what she was hired to do. She tended to Mackenzie’s schedule, making sure it was always kept up and that Mackenzie was everywhere she needed to be. Of course, even with an assistant to act in her best interest, she still did whatever the hell she wanted. Her eyes continued to scroll over her calendar, the ‘road to anarchy�?so to speak. And there it was, in black and white �?bolded print, fancy font and quite large to the eye…January 10th, 2009 �?Mackenzie Adams versus Kylie Mackenzie. The first round of there three match series…at the end of it, one of these ladies would be named the contender to Lucky’s title belt. Mackenzie’s eyes focused on that one date for, what seemed like, minutes on end. She squinted her eyes, reading it over and over…and over and over again before a knock was heard at the door. It was the blonde haired assistant to Mackenzie, her name was Pamela Jones and she was kind of cute looking, if you’re into that overly plastic, orange tanned, Barbie Doll look. She wore an off beige, button down shirt that seemed extremely tight, especially around her chest area. Her long blonde hair was down, resting over her shoulders in light curls. She had big, bright blue eyes that were often times eye catching and, there were those plastic lips. To complete the outfit, she wore a matching off beige, micro-mini skirt. It was sort of a much sluttier version of business attire, and even matched the outfit with off beige, 4 inch stiletto heels. Mackenzie moved her eyes up from the clipboard with her calendar of tasks for the week, and looked at her assistant Pamela, nodding for her to enter the room. �?FONT color=#999999>Miss. Adams�?Pamela said, in a low tone, as she held a clip board in her hand �?FONT color=#999999>You have a call on Mr. Lennix’s main line. Would you like me to put the call in here?�?Pamela asked. Mackenzie arched an eyebrow, wondering how anyone that was in any way, shape or form associated with her, would’ve gotten Brendon’s private, home office number. She let out a sigh and nodded �?FONT color=#003399>Sure Pamela, go ahead. Who did you say it was, again?�?She asked, as Pamela turned to exit the room. �?FONT color=#999999>It’s Tracy Beckett She said she is a UPW interviewer and wanted had some questions she wanted to ask you�?Pamela responded, as she exited the room. Within seconds, Mackenzie sat herself in Brendon’s large, plush, black leather office chair. It was an executive style chair, and it was quite comfortable…and yes, in their alone, intimate times, the chair was definitely used as things other then for sitting. Brendon found himself having a hard time keeping his hands off Mackenzie and, nine times out of ten; the feeling was often mutual between the two. In any event, Mackenzie took a seat and crossed her legs, right over left as she looked at the blinking button on Brendon’s office phone. �?FONT color=#003399>Hello, this is Mackenzie Adams. How can I assist you?�?she said, trying to sound as professional as possible. She was still quite baffled how anyone outside of Brendon’s business could’ve gotten this number, but that was neither here nor there anymore. Obviously, when people really want to get in touch with you, they’d pull out all their resources to do so. �?FONT color=#666666>Hey Mackenzie, its Tracy Beckett from UPW. I just wanted to see if you had a moment to go over a couple of questions regarding your upcoming match this weekend. They are exclusive for UPW.com and I’d really appreciate you taking the time to do this�?she said, taking a quick pause to allow Mackenzie to respond. �?FONT color=#003399>Sure, why the hell not. I knew sooner or later you guys would come by knocking me down to get an interview. Ask away, Tracy�?Mackenzie said, as she leaned back in the chair, adjusting the top she was wearing, which was both tight and extremely low cut and cleavage bearing. �?FONT color=#666666>Well Mackenzie, my first question for you is probably the more obvious. Since the moment you walked into UPW, you made it crystal clear to everyone �?including our beloved Women’s Champion �?that you wanted to take her belt and end her reign. You were told time and time again that you’d have to ‘earn�?your rights to a match with her, and that it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. Just last week, she was named the new Division Head for the Women and well, she seemed to contradict what she’d been saying since the second you walked in, putting you in a series of matches with former champ, Kylie Mackenzie…the female to win the best two matches out of three would face her for the belt. What is your response to Lucky’s sudden change of heart, regarding you and your quest to become Women’s Champion?�?she asked, as Mackenzie let out a light chuckle. �?FONT color=#003399>I think I can say, with 100% certainty, that Lucky Monaco-Cage is nothing more then a walking contradiction. The girl says and claims one thing, then does the complete opposite. Like she claimed she could beat any female in the company with a hand tied behind her back, just because she was that damn good in the ring…yet, the instant someone came across and challenged her with more talent in her pinky finger, then Lucky possesses in her entire body…what does she do? She creates bullshit excuses about ‘earning�?a shot. Do I look like Kaylee Adams to you? Am I a dumb blonde that might fall for that line of shit?! No. Surprise, surprise, Mackenzie Adams is much smarter then the average bear. Now, I left it open so many times, for Lucky to finally step up to the plate and face me with her belt on the line. She wouldn’t. Her excuse was that I needed to earn a chance to face her. Okay fine, but what was she going to do in the mean time? Tuck her tail between her big legs and hide in the background? It seems she’s been doing that a lot lately. Ducking out every time a challenge came across. She’d become silent until the time was right, bitch, rant and rave about not being respected and how she has been champ for x-amount of days. The fuck is your point, bitch?! I retired not one…not two…but three championship belts during the first year of my career. They rest on my wall in a room devoted solely to my accomplishments. My Brendybaby made it specifically to show his appreciation to how great and truly talented I am. What did you do in the first year of your career, Lucky? Get married, knocked up and fuck as many guys as humanly possible? Now there’s an accomplishment for ya. And the saddest part is, Lucky’s  brain-dead sister calling me a slut. I’ve had two solid boyfriends my entire career, and both have lasted longer then your dysfunctional, sick, twisted relationship with your little boytoy Randy Orton. Don’t pretend to know me bitch�?Mackenzie paused briefly, rolling her eyes as a sigh escaped her full, luscious lips. �?FONT color=#003399>Back to Lucky though, the main reason she accepted my being a challenger for her little belt though, is because I laid out the gauntlet in the ring, in front of all the fans, on live television and in front of a man that still tells her what to do and what not to do. She had no choice but to grant me what I wanted�?to grant Kylie what she wanted. If she didn’t, he would’ve and…judging by the distain they share for one another, he would’ve made her life a living hell. Which is actually kind of a turn on to me�?weird huh?�?She said, letting out a laugh. �?FONT color=#003399>So, she finally took me up on my offer and only added Kylie in to the mix in hopes of weakening her future opponent �?moi �?before the big title match. God, if I had a nickel for every time a competitor of mine tried to do that to me, I’d be one rich bitch�?she said, sighing. �?FONT color=#003399>Oh wait, I already am!�?she let out another laugh, shrugging her shoulders in a very confident manner. �?FONT color=#003399>Had I not done that, I can guarantee you; the bitch would still be ducking every challenge laid out to her. Thankfully, we’ll only have to endure a few more weeks of her ass backwards championship reign…because, in a few weeks, a new champion will be named. And that person is going to be me!�?she finished, as she put the phone on speaker, laying the receiver down on the hook. She had a very confident smirk planted across her face, she was definitely a very cocky woman, and rightfully so. �?FONT color=#666666>Now, you’re scheduled to face Kylie Mackenzie this weekend on Anarchy. The match was set up by the new Director of the Women’s Division �?and the Women’s Champion �?Lucky. It’s set to be a best two out of three matches series, where you and Kylie will face one another three consecutive times, the one with the most amount of wins will move on to face Lucky for her championship gold. Knowing that Kylie is not only a former Champion, a returning star…having trained and toured through Japan �?and taking into consideration their expertise on wrestling �?and also the fact that she is the first woman to ever wear the belt, how confident are you going into this match?�?What a stupid, stupid question ? asked. Was she really that stupid?! Of course Mackenzie was still confident in herself. Someone really needed to school this girl on Mackenzie Adams 101. The cardinal rule in Mackenzie Adams 101; never underestimate her self-confidence. She’ll never cease to amaze you with it. She let out a second chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief that someone would actually question her self-confidence. �?FONT color=#003399>Do you even realize just who in the hell you’re talking to? I am Mackenzie Adams, my confidence will never run out�?she said, trying not to laugh in the poor girls face. �?FONT color=#003399>But, to answer your question and, I’m being totally honest here, my confidence going into this match is the same as it’s always been. Check your history, sweetheart…look at a Wikipedia if you have to, I’ve got tons of fansites, I’ve seen ‘em…you’ll find that my confidence never fails me. I may be an over-confident, self-absorbed bitch but guess what? I back up every damn thing I say and do in that ring, I make sure the world knows just who the hell Mackenzie Adams is in and out of that ring, and I get the damn job done. Something that all these other bitches are apparently failing at, and desperately. Take Kaylee Adams for example. She walked in to UPW scored a few wins, named herself the ‘Savior of the Women’s Division�?yet, when all bets were on her to walk out the new champion, what’d she do? She failed. When it counted the most, the bitch flaked in the match, just like she would’ve been a flake as a champion. I don’t march around claiming to be one thing, and then in the end do the complete opposite. Every promise I make, every guarantee I make, one way or another, I manage to fulfill every one of them. Take my career in IWE for example. I walked in to that company and already named myself as the Queen of a fucking Empire. And what happened a short week later? I was, in fact, crowned the Queen of the Empire. Hence the name, the Empress. I have set myself for goal after goal after goal, climbing higher and higher up the ladder of success and I haven’t failed yet. This match with Kylie, it’s just another prong on that ladder…my next conquest is to become the UPW Women’s Champion, and definitely become a better champion then that little shitstain champion we have running around now, Lucky Monaco.  I mean honestly, the girl doesn’t have two cents to rub together, let alone any sense in her fucking head. If she did, she would’ve taken a mediocre idea like she did with my match against Kylie, and made it into something spectacular. Michael Harris and Randy Orton �?our beloved bosses �?have little time and patience for the women in the company, and with good reason. Look at the bitch that is the ‘front runner�? She sucks more balls in the ring then a hooker on Third Street in downtown New York. And I live downtown New York�?a very nice penthouse in fact�?Had they put someone that was actually worth a damn in that spot, someone credible…someone like me, that has tons of experience making bitches do exactly what she wants them to do, you’d be seeing every ‘top�?female the company has facing each other in a match that, not only sets the women apart from the men, but truly makes them stand out in the company. We’ve not only got to prove to the fans that we’re not all fucking jokes like Lucky, Addison and Kaylee, but now we have to prove it to Randy and Michael as well. With me, it comes naturally and they know that. They know that, when they look at me, they are looking at the new UPW Women’s Champion. Now me personally, I like to set the standards damn fucking high, and I would’ve easily done that with this match and any match created for and catered to woman. But, hey, if they want mediocre females in mediocre matches, then I guess more power to ‘em. They’ll get a lot more then mediocre from yours truly…I perform above and beyond what anyone else can or ever will…but the other bitches in this company, heh. Good luck even getting mediocre out of them�?Mackenzie said, with a sigh as she shook her head. It was quite obvious she was not keen with many of the women in the company, that had become nothing more then floor mats for men and Lucky Monaco to stomp all over. And now, she’d be stomping over them to get what she wanted…the UPW Women’s Championship belt. Floor mat number one; Kylie Mackenzie. “My match with Kylie is simply a starter of what’s yet to come. The beginning of the end for Lucky Monaco-Cage and her title reign�?she finished, letting a confident smirk reappear on her face. She certainly was the cocky one, there was no denying that. �?FONT color=#666666>Mackenzie, you’ve managed to come in and basically take UPW by storm…and you haven’t even stepped foot in the ring yet. You managed to get on the top of the hate list for one of the most powerful women in the company, the current champ, Lucky Monaco-Cage and yet, you show no signs of fear, remorse or worry about having to face her. She is, after all, the champ and now the director of your division…and she has managed to stay lucky enough in keeping that belt. Now you’re facing a former champion, the first woman to hold the Women’s Championship here in UPW and still, you are the same Mackenzie Adams that showed up those many weeks ago, as confident as ever�?Tracy said, as Mackenzie sighed. �?FONT color=#003399>I think we’ve established this Tracy. I am confident in myself, in my skills and in my abilities to beat both Lucky and Kylie because I know I can beat them both. There’s no question about whether or not I can do it. It’s all a matter of how badly I’m gonna beat them. See, I plan on making a statement through both Lucky and Kylie…a statement that I am thee most dominate female force that this company has ever seen or will ever see. It’s only a matter of time before I take the entire female roster and plow through them like a fucking tornado system. I’m like a siren, sweetie. I am as gorgeous as they come, and even more dangerous to boot. Minus the whole nympho thing, I lure people into my path only to destroy them. And all of that begins with poor wittle Kylie, this week on Anarchy and will continue onto next week’s episode as well. And after I plow through her over the course of this week and next, then I can successfully move on to Lucky. Now with Kylie, I just want to get through her to get to Lucky. But with Lucky…Lucky I’m not just planning on seeking out and destroying…I want to injure her…I want to permanently retire her. And, you can believe Tracy, that I have the skill and the amount of talent and tenacity required to do just that�?Mackenzie smirked in a cocky yet evil manner, which would’ve sent chills up anyone’s spine…if anyone could’ve actually seen it. �?FONT color=#666666>Well Mackenzie, you’re in your first match this week against Kylie, your statements are being made loud and clear and I definitely think that, after this, both Kylie and Lucky will be put on official notice, that they need to watch themselves around you. Any final words that you’d towards your opponent Kylie, the champ Lucky or anyone else that you might target next?�?Tracy asked, innocently. �?FONT color=#003399>Other then to wish them good luck, no. I normally don’t wish my opponents good luck; it’s such a shitty, cliché to use. And why would I wish them luck anyway? They are my opponents…I’d want them to lose. But in this case, I think both Kylie, Lucky �?and anyone else that might stand in my way �?will need all the luck they could possibly get. Mackenzie Adams is on the prowl…she’s like a huntress…and she’s out for blood. Well, blood and the UPW Women’s Championship. I wonder which one I’ll get first�?she said, with a smile and a laugh. That ended the phone call as Mackenzie hit the ‘end call�?button on Brendon’s phone. She rose to her feet, as things seemed to go out of focus. The one thing that was clear was the picture of Kylie that Mackenzie left on Brendon’s desk, a big red circle drawn around her face with the word “Target 1�?written in, in a blood red ink, permanent marker. Mackenzie was on a quest to reach the top, and she wasn’t about to let some shit-performer �?also known as the current champion �?or a quitter �?also known as the former champion �?stop her from reaching that quest. TO BE CONTINUED BY ME ONLY!