It wasn't long ago when Bridgette made her official debut in the company. Actually, it was over the summer...towards the end of August. Not long after Chris made his pleas for a divorce from the Queen Skank herself, Kaylee Adams. Of course, once things started to come out, it was made crystal clear that Chris' eye was definitely on another beautiful babe in the company...the lovely Bridgette Kimberlee Pryor. She'd worked her wonders and managed to grab him up, before the words 'we're over' could even escape his lips. That's the thing about Bridgette Pryor...just when you think you have her figured out, she turns around and surprises you. People had her pegged as another girl that absolutely despised Chris McKenzie for all the manwhoring he started doing when they were 'together' but, what people need to realize is...Chris and Bridgette were never an official couple. They had more of a friends with benefits thing. That's how they both liked it, that's how it stayed. It wasn't until desperate ho's like Janae Black came along, that the word 'boyfriend' got tossed around. Regardless, the two were never enemies...they just simply...stopped talking. All that changed at WGEF's 2008 Christmas party, when Bridgette managed to finagle her sexy ass back into Chris' life. What do you expect? She was the best he'd ever had, and you never forget your bests. One thing lead to another and, voila...that brings us to Friday Night Fight Night. Now, to Bridgette, she could honestly careless about this Adam Michaels dude or Kaylee, for that matter. This was nothing more then another match to her, a win...something to tell the people. She knew she was better then Kaylee Adams. She proved that everytime she fucked Chris behind Kaylee's back. She proved that, everytime he came back for more. Was she vicious? Most definitely. Was she a royal bitch for doing what she did? Hell yeah. But those attributes seemed to be what attracted Chris to her in the first place. Well, that and the fact that she was a fuckin' babe. Things seemed to be going perfectly in the world of Bridgette Pryor. Despite the fact that Adam Michaels had to deal with a boozing girlfriend and a lot of lackluster talent between himself and Kaylee, Bridgette still managed to find a way to laugh about the entire situation. Bridgette was more then confident in herself, in her wrestling abilities and in her teammate Chris...she knew that they'd be a successful, coheesive unit together.To her, this was just a means to getting her name placed in the spotlight. A win over the co-owner and Fight Night General Manager Kaylee Adams and Kaylee's little lapdog bitch boy Adam Michaels would definitely put here there. We all know who wears the manish pants in that family; the uber hermie herself, Kaylee Adams. Don't believe me? Check between the pants. You won't find a penis or a vagina....you'll find a pengina!   Stop the track, lemme state facts: I told you,  gimme a minute and I'll be right back Fifty million round the world and they say that I couldn't get it. I done got so sick and filthy with Benjis, I can't spend it How you gon' be talkin shit? You act like I just got up in it; Been the number one diva in this game for a minute! I know you read the paper - the one that they call a queen Every radio round the world know me cause that's where I be (first!)   The room was somewhat dark, you could barely see anything. The only sense of light that might've been around, was the one booming off the WGEF Camera's as it looked to capture someone in a very intimiate moment. However, as the camera continued to scan the room, they found nothing that would lead anyone to believe that someone was 'getting any' there. Instead, what they heard, was the sounds of heels tapping against the concrete floor that surrounded them. A single match flicked on, and the dim light that the match brought about, was enough to show the face of a very special WGEF Diva...one that was becoming quite infamous, extremely fast. That face belonging to the one and only, Bridgette Pryor. Her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail, being held back by nothing more then a small black hair clip. Her mascara seemed somewhat different tonight, her eyelashes looked much more full and eye catching. Especially with those piercing blue eyes that she was blessed with. She had black eyeliner going around her somewhat large, almond-shaped eyes, her eyes seemed much more hypnotic tonight then they ever had before....for whatever reason. With a smirk on her face, she lightly rolled the tip of her tongue over her full, luscious lips licking off some of the watermelon flavored lip gloss that she'd put on, not ten seconds before walking into the scene. That was all that could really be seen, though, was her beautiful, barbie-doll like face. Leaning in, she light a few candles that were in a row, and like clock work, the entire room seemed to light up. She had a proud smirk on her face, lying on the bed was the body of someone that looked quite familiar. If you stood far back enough, it almost looked like Kaylee Adams herself, tied to a bed, bound and gagged to keep her silent. The squeals could be heard, as the blonde girl pleaded for help, but that didn't seem to help. Of course, the closer the camera's got to the girl, the more her face became clear...it wasn't Kaylee. Just a girl that looked a lot like her. Bridgette had a very sadistic, sinister look on her face as she carried a single candle over to the bed that the girl was stretched out on. Setting the candle down, a second person came into play, that being the WGEF World Champion himself, Chris McKenzie. He had a very sadistic smirk on his face as he peered down at the blonde, then turned his attention to the scantaly clad, lingerie wearing Bridgette. Bridgette wore nothing more then a very small pair of figure-fitting black leather boyshorts that hugged her body in all the right places. The shorts had blood read stitching embroided into them, especially around the waistline and the lines that seemed to go around her leg area. Every way she moved, everything she did, the shorts just seemed to get more and more revealing. They definitely caught Chris' eye, that was for sure. Moving upward, her tight, toned, fit stomach was on display for all to see, as she smirked. She knew exactlly what she was blessed with, there was no sense in her even trying to hide it. Continuing to move upward, she wore a black leather bra-like top. It had blood red designs scattered about it, stitched in and definitely matched with her beautiful, long, bright red hair. The bra showed off enough of her breasts to make it sexy...very, very naughty...but covered up enough to keep it from being totally trashy. That was something that Bridgette wasn't, was trashy. People constantly called her a whore, because of her allignment with Chris. Everyone seemed to think they understood the relationship these two shared with one another. But people should learn to realize, things are never as they appear to be. What could look like a full blown, secret love affair could be nothing more then mere foreplay used to toy with Kaylee Adams and Adam Michaels for the match. A mind game, if you will. Hell, maybe it was a ploy that they concoted to make Kia jealous and come crawling back to Chris. The status of this buddying relationship between Chris and Bridgette was far too complicated to explain, let alone understand. Of course, this scene wasn't helping matters. Neither was the embrace they shred days ago, when they were almost inches away from a rater intoxicating make-out session. As the camera's moved downward, covering Bridgette's legs were a pair of thigh high, black leather boots with a rather high stiletto heel. They seemed to add on some height to Bridgette's slender, petite little body, which only made her that much more sexy and appealing to the men around the world. Chris, however, wore even less. All he had on his body, was enough to cover the parts of him that needed to be censored. He wore a pair of cotton, black boxers and that was it. The black was dark enough to match the black of Bridgette's leather lingerie attire, but the boxers were definitely not leather. A seductive smirk on her face, Bridgette bent over, her ass to the camera, as she picked up what looked to be a few more unlight candles. Handing two to Chris and keeping two for herself, they each lit up their candles and set them around the bed, the girl looked at both Chris and Bridgette, sheer fear was stretched across her face. If now were the time to speak, if now were the time to be appreciative of a voice...you better believe she would've been using it. Her screams were muffled by the bandana that was stratigically placed in her mouth, and the black masking tape that held it in place. She had black tape around her wrists and ankles, which kept her bound tightly to the bed. Sitting on her knees on one side of the girl, Bridgette looked down and, in a very seductive, sexy fashion, ran the tip of her index finger down the girls stomach. The girl wore nothing more then the bra and panties she had on underneath her dress. Where had they picked up this dame? Some local club. She was drunk, she was a whore and she was hoping to score a little HLA...a threesome was what she was promised, a toy was what she turned out to be. Funny thing about it is, this seemed almost like deja vu. It wasn't but a few short weeks ago, that Bridgette had done this same thing to some man in a Vegas casino, leaving him in nothing more then his birthday suit and the fluffy red handcuffs that bound him. On the other side of the blonde -- Tawny was her name -- sat Chris, on his knees. He gently ran his hand up and down Bridgette's arm, as the two shared a very luscivious glance at one another, before turning their attention to Tawny.   "Chris" Bridgette said gently, the tone of her voice was soft and very, very sexual sounding. "You know what sets me apart from every other bitch running around WGEF -- including your guttertramp whore of an ex-wife?" she asked, with a smirk on her face as she continued to let her finger roam over Tawny's slender stomach. "What's that, Bridge?" he asked, starring down at the blonde, who's eyes only seemed to grow more and more wide, the more these two carried on. "The fact that I have no boundries, I go above and beyond the limits and I have no remorse for a single fucking thing I do" she said, as she removed her hand from the girls stomach. Reaching out, she grabed one of the candles that had been burning and brought in to them. Tilting it sideways, some of the boiling hot wax that melted off the candle fell like a stream over Tawny's toned stomach and slithered downward in a straight line, with a rather thick point. She screamed out, but her screams were still muffled by the gag in her mouth. "They think they have me all figured out but, I'm like a rubix cube. No one can ever master it...even if they do put the pieces in the right order. The next time they pick it up again, they have to start all over and, whatever they thought they remembered would have vanished" she said, a smile on her face as she gently spilled more of the hot wax over Tawny's stomach. "Kaylee Adams is a two-bit tramp that wants to run around rampant, talking shit about everyone she can. Tell me Kaylee, when was the last time you ever fucking married to the world of wrestling? I certainly can't remember. Maybe it was when you were out fucking anything with a dick. You can call me a whore all you want, just because I came in and broke up your happy little home...it wasn't so happy, if I'm the one that walked out with him" she said, pointing at Chris who simply smirked. "Think about it Kayls, you run around WGEF with your safe haven...Trish as your best friend. There's nothing that she can do for you, once this match gets underway. Adam, he's not even a factor. He was never and will never be a big enough blimp on his radar to merit a good look at. The only thing riding in Adam's favor, is that he's your little leech...your bitchboy. You tell him to jump, and he asks how high. You tell him to fetch your dinner, and he'll literally do it. That's what us youngen's call a pussy. Adam's nothing more then a push-over. A good fuck to get you through the night, until some new walking, talking dick strolls along. We all know your record darling. You date a man for a week, move him into your heart, your home and your life, two months later your pregnant and getting married. You're like the fucking Elizabeth Taylor of wrestling, only...you suck at acting, you suck at wrestling, just like you suck in life. When are you going to realize, you're nothing more then a burned out, shriveled up little wench. You've got no business being inside that ring anymore, bitch. The talent is young, hot, and posess more skill in their pinky fingers then you ever could...even at your specialty, which...I heard through the likes of Chris Orton...is sucking dick. Oh yeah, I heard about that one drunken night you sucked Chris off until his little milimeter peter...well, let's just say you managed to swallow your eighth child" Bridgette smirked coyly, her eyes focused on Chris' as she poured more of the wax on Tawny's body.   When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up, Bet he better have a six-pack in the cooler Gettin money,  divas gettin' money, If you ain't gettin' money,  then you ain't got nothin fo' me Tell me somethin', (tell me somethin'): Where yo boss at? (Where yo' boss at?) Where my ladies up in here that like to talk back? (that like to talk back) I wanna see her (I wanna see her), I'd like to meet ya (I'd like to meet her) What you say? (NOT TO ME!), she ain't no diva (she ain't no diva!)...   She let out a scream that was almost ear piercing...or, at least it would've been had she not been gagged. "Adam Michaels sure can spew off at the mouth though. I mean, the man's been in the company a hot second, and he has the audacity to shoot his gums off at me? Hmm, that was a big mistake, Adam. You see, while I'm going to enjoy ripping your precious little blonde bitch apart, limb by fucking limb...what's really gonna get me hot, what's really gonna seem like a major turn on for me, is looking over at you, the look on your face as you see the blood of Kaylee seap from her poor, pathetic body all over my ring...and you knowing that there is absolutely nothing you can do to help her. Chris would have beaten you to a bloody pulp himself, and he'd hold you in a position where you'd get an eyefull of what I do to your precious little Kaylee. Tell me sweetheart, how does it feel to know that your balls are literally being owned by a bitch that's ten times hotter and more talented then your little cunt of a girlfriend? How does it feel to know you just got dragged into a war that, well, you just don't fit in. Me, this war probably has more to do with me then you. I mean hell, I was the girl that he went to when he needed the pleasure Kaylee wasn't giving him. And can you blame the man? The girl's had more turns then a fucking doorknob. She's been around the block more times then a six cent hooker. The words tight and juicy will never be made in reference to her or that cave she calls a vagina. It's like a fucking landing strip, with the right words and anyone will be able to fly into it. I mean, honestly...how sure is she about her babies daddy's? She's been married more times then I care to even count, everytime you turn around the skank is having some new bastards baby and, what makes this entire thing much more hilarious to me, is the fact that she actually thinks she looks better then me. This body is in perfect, prestine condition. It hasn't been tainted by every dick in the company...unlike a certain someone's" she said, with a smirk on her face. She laid the candle down on the table next to the bed, and grabbed, what looked to be a sketch penicl. She began pressing it with force against Tawny's stomach, the black wax from the black candle that she'd poured on her stomach started to mix in with the blood that was starting to seap from the narrow cuts that Bridgette was making on her stomach. They weren't deep cuts, not enough to merit law suits and arrest warrants...just enough to make the girl wence in pain, as Bridgette continued to write.   Since 15 in my stilettos, been struttin in this game, "What's yo age?" That's the question they ask when I hit the stage I'm a diva, best believe her, you see how she gettin paid? She ain't callin him to grade-up, don't need him, her bed's made   "How does it feel Kaylee" she said, softly, her eyes focused on Tawny's stomach..."How does it feel to know that, every night your husband went home to you with a smile on his face, it was because I gave him the goods that you never could? How does it feel to know that, while you were planning this perfect little life in your head, three kids...a sexy, gorgeous, successful and rich husband...a beautiful mansion...that, the whole time he was making other plans with me. How does it feel to know that you will always be considered second best, when compared to yours truly; moi. I bet it tastes pretty fucking sweet, doesn't it Kaylee. To know that you'll never ever be able to do half the shit I do. It's okay Kaylee, I think it's better that you admit you're nothing more then a waste of space. A piece of blonde trash that made her way to the top mainly because there was no one else better to handle the job. I remember years ago, watching as a fan, when Courtney Helmsley ran the show. Now that girl was inspiration to a young, viral girl such as myself. I actually idolized Courtney at one point in time. Now, I'm not so sure. Seems like her priorities are a bit mixed up and, understandably so. I mean, the woman is leaving her dead weight behind, finally. I mean, you should know how that feels Kaylee. It's happened to you so many goddamn times....these guys you get yourself tangled up with, all of them dropping you for a much hotter, much more talented female. I'm sure you and Chris Michaels have tons in common...ya know, having been dead weight to people and getting dumped. But, still Kaylee, you want to run around like your some sort of Queen bitch around these parts. It's no wonder why people don't respect you. It's no wonder why no one gives a flying fuck about you or the bullshit you seem to get yourself involved in. Nine times out of ten, you deserve everything you get. Just like you'll deserve the ass kicking that Chris and I give you on Friday Night. What makes this entire situation even more sad, is the fact that it's your show, and this nineteen year old minx is about to school you on what a real diva is. Not just some name, some cute little title that's being splashed all over every tramp with a pair of silicone tits and peroxide bleached blonde hair. And for once...I'm not just talking about you Kaylee! Diva is a fucking accomplishment, it's a goddamn female legend. By definition, the word martyr is often thrown around the wrestling industry like it was nothing more then trash...like it was you. A martyr is someone that sacrifices whatever they have to, to get whatever they want. Someone that'll suffer a great deal, just to accomplish and obtain that ultimate goal. By that definition, I am a female fucking martyr and, you're what I'm going to be sacrificing, Kaylee. Normally speaking, we'd be sacrificing a virgin and we all know that you are like thousands of sexual partners away from ever being a virgin again...so instead, we'll call this the sacrifice of the ultimate whore. And guess which role you get to play, Kayls. That's right, you're the sacrificial ultimate whore. Of course, it's not much different then the usual cuntbag, hodown, normal whore you're used to playing. Only this time, the blood will represent the end of an 'era'...if you even want to call it that" she said, her eyes glued on the camera, as she continued to carve into Tawny's stomach with the sketch pencil.   This is a stick-up, stick-up (I need them bags,  all that money...) We're gonna stick-up, stick-up (You see the mask, "where that money?") All my ladies get it up, I see you, I do the same Take it to another level, no passengers on my plane...   "You have so much to learn about me Kaylee and Adam...too bad that, the only way I can teach it to ya, is when Chris and I plow through y'all like trains on a fucking track. Of course, that's assuming that Boozie over there pries herself away from the liquor she seems to be guzzling down long enough to make it to the match. You know babe" she said, turning her attention to Chris, stopping the carving...only for a brief moment. "I was worried about Kaylee getting knocked up between now and the time she made it to the ring for our match but...maybe now I should be worried about the drunken cunt actually stumbling to the ring. I mean, she was already a sloppy wrestler before the booze. Guess now we'll have an actual reason to say Kaylee sucks and should never wrestle again. Of course now I'll have more of a reason to end her pathetic excuse of a career" she said with a smirk, which was returned by Chris. She continued carving into Tawny's stomach, her shrieks seemed to grow more faint as she began to get more and more numb to the pain. "It's too bad that I plan on making Friday Night your final match Kaylee. I would've enjoyed ripping you apart in that ring, in a one-on-one contest. A violent, bloody match, of course...my specialty. But, this'll suffice. It's just a shame that poor Adam's the one that'll be left to pick up the broken pieces of your career and your body...kind of like how Trish was the one that had to pick up the broken pieces of your heart, after Chris shattered it. Seems like someone's always having to pick up after you, Kaylee. You just can't seem to do anything on your own. And, what makes you even more pathetic, is you rely on the status of a relationship to justify who you are in this world. What your worth is. And that, dear, sweet Kaylee, makes you fucking worthless. A worthless, cum-guzzling gutter slut is exactly what you are. A pathetic, whiney, sorry excuse of a wrestler, a woman, and a human being is what I'll expose you as, come Friday night. Your weak, fragile little broke heart is what I'll exploit first, your mediocre wrestling skills, the minimal moves you can manage to muster together and pull off -- without botching, that is -- will be the second thing I exploit. And, by the time the match is over, you'll be nothing more then a piece of trash I was forced to take out. Sure, Chris and Adam will factor in this match at some point. My focus isn't on Adam, actually. He's done nothing wrong to me. The man is handsome, if you're into that hobo, Hank the Homeless Tramp look. Of course me, I like my men sucessful, masculine, muscled up and rearin' to go. Why do you think I went after Chris? Duh!" she said, with an innocent smirk on her face. "By the end of the night Kaylee, you'll be my bitch, and I will have shot up the ladder of sucess, having ended your pathetic little career. There won't be anyone left to save you, Kaylee. Not Chris, not Adam, not Trish...no one. It'll be down to you backing up all the shit you seem to talk...which I seriously doubt that you can" she continued, biting her bottom lip.   Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... "Fineto" she said, holding the blood stained sketch pencil in the air at the side of her head. She tilted her head to the side, eyeing the masterpiece she just created on a human torso, a proud, yet extremely sadistic, sinister smirk on her face. "Now that is a pieceof greatness. A work of fucking art" Chris said, with a smile. He reached over, slithering his very masculine arms around Bridgette's tiny, slender little waist. The two smirked at one another, they really did seem like a perfect match. Both were rentless, ruthless and down right dispecible. Especially in their actions recently, toward Kaylee Adams. "Fight night babe, you focus on Adam. I want to devour your ex-wife...I want to leave her a bloody mess in that ring...I want to fucking end her!" she said, looking up at him. "You got it babe" he replied, a very evil smile on his face. "Kaylee, you've opened up the gates of hell simply because you thought I was inadequete in my wrestling abilities...like your inadequent in the bedroom. But, that's what you get for thinking. Don't you know, dumb blondes should never think? All it does, is ruin them in the end. After tomorrow night's finished and done with, there will be no more question about who the real big bad bitch of the WGEF is. There will be no question as to who the Queen of the fucking Universe is. That person, is me. And you Kaylee, will get fat...or, well...fatter...and fade off into the abyss, no one giving you a second thought. This, Kaylee, is your destiny" she said, taking the camera into her hand and bringing it down between her and Chris's middles. Written in blood and black wax, carved into Tawny's skin was the phrase 'Death to Kaylee Adams'. You know, for a sketch pencil, wax, skin and blood...Bridgette had some pretty neat, very eligible handwriting. That was beside the point, of course. A small heart was drawn in, the outlining was filled with the red of Tawny's blood the inside was black from the wax. At the bottom simply read 'The Diva'...which was what Bridgette seemed to be calling herself these days. It was a pretty clear statement, Bridgette was out for blood. And not just any blood...Kaylee Adams' blood. Reaching over, Chris took Bridgette in his arms, carrying her off and out of the camera's view, as the camera seemed to stay focused on Tawny's stomach and the words that were, almost literally etched in stone. Bridgette wanted to end Kaylee Adams...would she get the chance to? I'ma, I'ma-a diva, I'ma, I'ma-a diva, I'ma, I'ma-a diva...

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It wasn't long ago when Bridgette made her official debut in the company. Actually, it was over the summer...towards the end of August. Not long after Chris made his pleas for a divorce from the Queen Skank herself, Kaylee Adams. Of course, once things started to come out, it was made crystal clear that Chris' eye was definitely on another beautiful babe in the company...the lovely Bridgette Kimberlee Pryor. She'd worked her wonders and managed to grab him up, before the words 'we're over' could even escape his lips. That's the thing about Bridgette Pryor...just when you think you have her figured out, she turns around and surprises you. People had her pegged as another girl that absolutely despised Chris McKenzie for all the manwhoring he started doing when they were 'together' but, what people need to realize is...Chris and Bridgette were never an official couple. They had more of a friends with benefits thing. That's how they both liked it, that's how it stayed. It wasn't until desperate ho's like Janae Black came along, that the word 'boyfriend' got tossed around. Regardless, the two were never enemies...they just simply...stopped talking. All that changed at WGEF's 2008 Christmas party, when Bridgette managed to finagle her sexy ass back into Chris' life. What do you expect? She was the best he'd ever had, and you never forget your bests. One thing lead to another and, voila...that brings us to Friday Night Fight Night. Now, to Bridgette, she could honestly careless about this Adam Michaels dude or Kaylee, for that matter. This was nothing more then another match to her, a win...something to tell the people. She knew she was better then Kaylee Adams. She proved that everytime she fucked Chris behind Kaylee's back. She proved that, everytime he came back for more. Was she vicious? Most definitely. Was she a royal bitch for doing what she did? Hell yeah. But those attributes seemed to be what attracted Chris to her in the first place. Well, that and the fact that she was a fuckin' babe. Things seemed to be going perfectly in the world of Bridgette Pryor. Despite the fact that Adam Michaels had to deal with a boozing girlfriend and a lot of lackluster talent between himself and Kaylee, Bridgette still managed to find a way to laugh about the entire situation. Bridgette was more then confident in herself, in her wrestling abilities and in her teammate Chris...she knew that they'd be a successful, coheesive unit together.To her, this was just a means to getting her name placed in the spotlight. A win over the co-owner and Fight Night General Manager Kaylee Adams and Kaylee's little lapdog bitch boy Adam Michaels would definitely put here there. We all know who wears the manish pants in that family; the uber hermie herself, Kaylee Adams. Don't believe me? Check between the pants. You won't find a penis or a vagina....you'll find a pengina!   Stop the track, lemme state facts: I told you,  gimme a minute and I'll be right back Fifty million round the world and they say that I couldn't get it. I done got so sick and filthy with Benjis, I can't spend it How you gon' be talkin shit? You act like I just got up in it; Been the number one diva in this game for a minute! I know you read the paper - the one that they call a queen Every radio round the world know me cause that's where I be (first!)   The room was somewhat dark, you could barely see anything. The only sense of light that might've been around, was the one booming off the WGEF Camera's as it looked to capture someone in a very intimiate moment. However, as the camera continued to scan the room, they found nothing that would lead anyone to believe that someone was 'getting any' there. Instead, what they heard, was the sounds of heels tapping against the concrete floor that surrounded them. A single match flicked on, and the dim light that the match brought about, was enough to show the face of a very special WGEF Diva...one that was becoming quite infamous, extremely fast. That face belonging to the one and only, Bridgette Pryor. Her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail, being held back by nothing more then a small black hair clip. Her mascara seemed somewhat different tonight, her eyelashes looked much more full and eye catching. Especially with those piercing blue eyes that she was blessed with. She had black eyeliner going around her somewhat large, almond-shaped eyes, her eyes seemed much more hypnotic tonight then they ever had before....for whatever reason. With a smirk on her face, she lightly rolled the tip of her tongue over her full, luscious lips licking off some of the watermelon flavored lip gloss that she'd put on, not ten seconds before walking into the scene. That was all that could really be seen, though, was her beautiful, barbie-doll like face. Leaning in, she light a few candles that were in a row, and like clock work, the entire room seemed to light up. She had a proud smirk on her face, lying on the bed was the body of someone that looked quite familiar. If you stood far back enough, it almost looked like Kaylee Adams herself, tied to a bed, bound and gagged to keep her silent. The squeals could be heard, as the blonde girl pleaded for help, but that didn't seem to help. Of course, the closer the camera's got to the girl, the more her face became clear...it wasn't Kaylee. Just a girl that looked a lot like her. Bridgette had a very sadistic, sinister look on her face as she carried a single candle over to the bed that the girl was stretched out on. Setting the candle down, a second person came into play, that being the WGEF World Champion himself, Chris McKenzie. He had a very sadistic smirk on his face as he peered down at the blonde, then turned his attention to the scantaly clad, lingerie wearing Bridgette. Bridgette wore nothing more then a very small pair of figure-fitting black leather boyshorts that hugged her body in all the right places. The shorts had blood read stitching embroided into them, especially around the waistline and the lines that seemed to go around her leg area. Every way she moved, everything she did, the shorts just seemed to get more and more revealing. They definitely caught Chris' eye, that was for sure. Moving upward, her tight, toned, fit stomach was on display for all to see, as she smirked. She knew exactlly what she was blessed with, there was no sense in her even trying to hide it. Continuing to move upward, she wore a black leather bra-like top. It had blood red designs scattered about it, stitched in and definitely matched with her beautiful, long, bright red hair. The bra showed off enough of her breasts to make it sexy...very, very naughty...but covered up enough to keep it from being totally trashy. That was something that Bridgette wasn't, was trashy. People constantly called her a whore, because of her allignment with Chris. Everyone seemed to think they understood the relationship these two shared with one another. But people should learn to realize, things are never as they appear to be. What could look like a full blown, secret love affair could be nothing more then mere foreplay used to toy with Kaylee Adams and Adam Michaels for the match. A mind game, if you will. Hell, maybe it was a ploy that they concoted to make Kia jealous and come crawling back to Chris. The status of this buddying relationship between Chris and Bridgette was far too complicated to explain, let alone understand. Of course, this scene wasn't helping matters. Neither was the embrace they shred days ago, when they were almost inches away from a rater intoxicating make-out session. As the camera's moved downward, covering Bridgette's legs were a pair of thigh high, black leather boots with a rather high stiletto heel. They seemed to add on some height to Bridgette's slender, petite little body, which only made her that much more sexy and appealing to the men around the world. Chris, however, wore even less. All he had on his body, was enough to cover the parts of him that needed to be censored. He wore a pair of cotton, black boxers and that was it. The black was dark enough to match the black of Bridgette's leather lingerie attire, but the boxers were definitely not leather. A seductive smirk on her face, Bridgette bent over, her ass to the camera, as she picked up what looked to be a few more unlight candles. Handing two to Chris and keeping two for herself, they each lit up their candles and set them around the bed, the girl looked at both Chris and Bridgette, sheer fear was stretched across her face. If now were the time to speak, if now were the time to be appreciative of a voice...you better believe she would've been using it. Her screams were muffled by the bandana that was stratigically placed in her mouth, and the black masking tape that held it in place. She had black tape around her wrists and ankles, which kept her bound tightly to the bed. Sitting on her knees on one side of the girl, Bridgette looked down and, in a very seductive, sexy fashion, ran the tip of her index finger down the girls stomach. The girl wore nothing more then the bra and panties she had on underneath her dress. Where had they picked up this dame? Some local club. She was drunk, she was a whore and she was hoping to score a little HLA...a threesome was what she was promised, a toy was what she turned out to be. Funny thing about it is, this seemed almost like deja vu. It wasn't but a few short weeks ago, that Bridgette had done this same thing to some man in a Vegas casino, leaving him in nothing more then his birthday suit and the fluffy red handcuffs that bound him. On the other side of the blonde -- Tawny was her name -- sat Chris, on his knees. He gently ran his hand up and down Bridgette's arm, as the two shared a very luscivious glance at one another, before turning their attention to Tawny.   "Chris" Bridgette said gently, the tone of her voice was soft and very, very sexual sounding. "You know what sets me apart from every other bitch running around WGEF -- including your guttertramp whore of an ex-wife?" she asked, with a smirk on her face as she continued to let her finger roam over Tawny's slender stomach. "What's that, Bridge?" he asked, starring down at the blonde, who's eyes only seemed to grow more and more wide, the more these two carried on. "The fact that I have no boundries, I go above and beyond the limits and I have no remorse for a single fucking thing I do" she said, as she removed her hand from the girls stomach. Reaching out, she grabed one of the candles that had been burning and brought in to them. Tilting it sideways, some of the boiling hot wax that melted off the candle fell like a stream over Tawny's toned stomach and slithered downward in a straight line, with a rather thick point. She screamed out, but her screams were still muffled by the gag in her mouth. "They think they have me all figured out but, I'm like a rubix cube. No one can ever master it...even if they do put the pieces in the right order. The next time they pick it up again, they have to start all over and, whatever they thought they remembered would have vanished" she said, a smile on her face as she gently spilled more of the hot wax over Tawny's stomach. "Kaylee Adams is a two-bit tramp that wants to run around rampant, talking shit about everyone she can. Tell me Kaylee, when was the last time you ever fucking married to the world of wrestling? I certainly can't remember. Maybe it was when you were out fucking anything with a dick. You can call me a whore all you want, just because I came in and broke up your happy little home...it wasn't so happy, if I'm the one that walked out with him" she said, pointing at Chris who simply smirked. "Think about it Kayls, you run around WGEF with your safe haven...Trish as your best friend. There's nothing that she can do for you, once this match gets underway. Adam, he's not even a factor. He was never and will never be a big enough blimp on his radar to merit a good look at. The only thing riding in Adam's favor, is that he's your little leech...your bitchboy. You tell him to jump, and he asks how high. You tell him to fetch your dinner, and he'll literally do it. That's what us youngen's call a pussy. Adam's nothing more then a push-over. A good fuck to get you through the night, until some new walking, talking dick strolls along. We all know your record darling. You date a man for a week, move him into your heart, your home and your life, two months later your pregnant and getting married. You're like the fucking Elizabeth Taylor of wrestling, only...you suck at acting, you suck at wrestling, just like you suck in life. When are you going to realize, you're nothing more then a burned out, shriveled up little wench. You've got no business being inside that ring anymore, bitch. The talent is young, hot, and posess more skill in their pinky fingers then you ever could...even at your specialty, which...I heard through the likes of Chris Orton...is sucking dick. Oh yeah, I heard about that one drunken night you sucked Chris off until his little milimeter peter...well, let's just say you managed to swallow your eighth child" Bridgette smirked coyly, her eyes focused on Chris' as she poured more of the wax on Tawny's body.   When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up, Bet he better have a six-pack in the cooler Gettin money,  divas gettin' money, If you ain't gettin' money,  then you ain't got nothin fo' me Tell me somethin', (tell me somethin'): Where yo boss at? (Where yo' boss at?) Where my ladies up in here that like to talk back? (that like to talk back) I wanna see her (I wanna see her), I'd like to meet ya (I'd like to meet her) What you say? (NOT TO ME!), she ain't no diva (she ain't no diva!)...   She let out a scream that was almost ear piercing...or, at least it would've been had she not been gagged. "Adam Michaels sure can spew off at the mouth though. I mean, the man's been in the company a hot second, and he has the audacity to shoot his gums off at me? Hmm, that was a big mistake, Adam. You see, while I'm going to enjoy ripping your precious little blonde bitch apart, limb by fucking limb...what's really gonna get me hot, what's really gonna seem like a major turn on for me, is looking over at you, the look on your face as you see the blood of Kaylee seap from her poor, pathetic body all over my ring...and you knowing that there is absolutely nothing you can do to help her. Chris would have beaten you to a bloody pulp himself, and he'd hold you in a position where you'd get an eyefull of what I do to your precious little Kaylee. Tell me sweetheart, how does it feel to know that your balls are literally being owned by a bitch that's ten times hotter and more talented then your little cunt of a girlfriend? How does it feel to know you just got dragged into a war that, well, you just don't fit in. Me, this war probably has more to do with me then you. I mean hell, I was the girl that he went to when he needed the pleasure Kaylee wasn't giving him. And can you blame the man? The girl's had more turns then a fucking doorknob. She's been around the block more times then a six cent hooker. The words tight and juicy will never be made in reference to her or that cave she calls a vagina. It's like a fucking landing strip, with the right words and anyone will be able to fly into it. I mean, honestly...how sure is she about her babies daddy's? She's been married more times then I care to even count, everytime you turn around the skank is having some new bastards baby and, what makes this entire thing much more hilarious to me, is the fact that she actually thinks she looks better then me. This body is in perfect, prestine condition. It hasn't been tainted by every dick in the company...unlike a certain someone's" she said, with a smirk on her face. She laid the candle down on the table next to the bed, and grabbed, what looked to be a sketch penicl. She began pressing it with force against Tawny's stomach, the black wax from the black candle that she'd poured on her stomach started to mix in with the blood that was starting to seap from the narrow cuts that Bridgette was making on her stomach. They weren't deep cuts, not enough to merit law suits and arrest warrants...just enough to make the girl wence in pain, as Bridgette continued to write.   Since 15 in my stilettos, been struttin in this game, "What's yo age?" That's the question they ask when I hit the stage I'm a diva, best believe her, you see how she gettin paid? She ain't callin him to grade-up, don't need him, her bed's made   "How does it feel Kaylee" she said, softly, her eyes focused on Tawny's stomach..."How does it feel to know that, every night your husband went home to you with a smile on his face, it was because I gave him the goods that you never could? How does it feel to know that, while you were planning this perfect little life in your head, three kids...a sexy, gorgeous, successful and rich husband...a beautiful mansion...that, the whole time he was making other plans with me. How does it feel to know that you will always be considered second best, when compared to yours truly; moi. I bet it tastes pretty fucking sweet, doesn't it Kaylee. To know that you'll never ever be able to do half the shit I do. It's okay Kaylee, I think it's better that you admit you're nothing more then a waste of space. A piece of blonde trash that made her way to the top mainly because there was no one else better to handle the job. I remember years ago, watching as a fan, when Courtney Helmsley ran the show. Now that girl was inspiration to a young, viral girl such as myself. I actually idolized Courtney at one point in time. Now, I'm not so sure. Seems like her priorities are a bit mixed up and, understandably so. I mean, the woman is leaving her dead weight behind, finally. I mean, you should know how that feels Kaylee. It's happened to you so many goddamn times....these guys you get yourself tangled up with, all of them dropping you for a much hotter, much more talented female. I'm sure you and Chris Michaels have tons in common...ya know, having been dead weight to people and getting dumped. But, still Kaylee, you want to run around like your some sort of Queen bitch around these parts. It's no wonder why people don't respect you. It's no wonder why no one gives a flying fuck about you or the bullshit you seem to get yourself involved in. Nine times out of ten, you deserve everything you get. Just like you'll deserve the ass kicking that Chris and I give you on Friday Night. What makes this entire situation even more sad, is the fact that it's your show, and this nineteen year old minx is about to school you on what a real diva is. Not just some name, some cute little title that's being splashed all over every tramp with a pair of silicone tits and peroxide bleached blonde hair. And for once...I'm not just talking about you Kaylee! Diva is a fucking accomplishment, it's a goddamn female legend. By definition, the word martyr is often thrown around the wrestling industry like it was nothing more then trash...like it was you. A martyr is someone that sacrifices whatever they have to, to get whatever they want. Someone that'll suffer a great deal, just to accomplish and obtain that ultimate goal. By that definition, I am a female fucking martyr and, you're what I'm going to be sacrificing, Kaylee. Normally speaking, we'd be sacrificing a virgin and we all know that you are like thousands of sexual partners away from ever being a virgin again...so instead, we'll call this the sacrifice of the ultimate whore. And guess which role you get to play, Kayls. That's right, you're the sacrificial ultimate whore. Of course, it's not much different then the usual cuntbag, hodown, normal whore you're used to playing. Only this time, the blood will represent the end of an 'era'...if you even want to call it that" she said, her eyes glued on the camera, as she continued to carve into Tawny's stomach with the sketch pencil.   This is a stick-up, stick-up (I need them bags,  all that money...) We're gonna stick-up, stick-up (You see the mask, "where that money?") All my ladies get it up, I see you, I do the same Take it to another level, no passengers on my plane...   "You have so much to learn about me Kaylee and Adam...too bad that, the only way I can teach it to ya, is when Chris and I plow through y'all like trains on a fucking track. Of course, that's assuming that Boozie over there pries herself away from the liquor she seems to be guzzling down long enough to make it to the match. You know babe" she said, turning her attention to Chris, stopping the carving...only for a brief moment. "I was worried about Kaylee getting knocked up between now and the time she made it to the ring for our match but...maybe now I should be worried about the drunken cunt actually stumbling to the ring. I mean, she was already a sloppy wrestler before the booze. Guess now we'll have an actual reason to say Kaylee sucks and should never wrestle again. Of course now I'll have more of a reason to end her pathetic excuse of a career" she said with a smirk, which was returned by Chris. She continued carving into Tawny's stomach, her shrieks seemed to grow more faint as she began to get more and more numb to the pain. "It's too bad that I plan on making Friday Night your final match Kaylee. I would've enjoyed ripping you apart in that ring, in a one-on-one contest. A violent, bloody match, of course...my specialty. But, this'll suffice. It's just a shame that poor Adam's the one that'll be left to pick up the broken pieces of your career and your body...kind of like how Trish was the one that had to pick up the broken pieces of your heart, after Chris shattered it. Seems like someone's always having to pick up after you, Kaylee. You just can't seem to do anything on your own. And, what makes you even more pathetic, is you rely on the status of a relationship to justify who you are in this world. What your worth is. And that, dear, sweet Kaylee, makes you fucking worthless. A worthless, cum-guzzling gutter slut is exactly what you are. A pathetic, whiney, sorry excuse of a wrestler, a woman, and a human being is what I'll expose you as, come Friday night. Your weak, fragile little broke heart is what I'll exploit first, your mediocre wrestling skills, the minimal moves you can manage to muster together and pull off -- without botching, that is -- will be the second thing I exploit. And, by the time the match is over, you'll be nothing more then a piece of trash I was forced to take out. Sure, Chris and Adam will factor in this match at some point. My focus isn't on Adam, actually. He's done nothing wrong to me. The man is handsome, if you're into that hobo, Hank the Homeless Tramp look. Of course me, I like my men sucessful, masculine, muscled up and rearin' to go. Why do you think I went after Chris? Duh!" she said, with an innocent smirk on her face. "By the end of the night Kaylee, you'll be my bitch, and I will have shot up the ladder of sucess, having ended your pathetic little career. There won't be anyone left to save you, Kaylee. Not Chris, not Adam, not Trish...no one. It'll be down to you backing up all the shit you seem to talk...which I seriously doubt that you can" she continued, biting her bottom lip.   Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... "Fineto" she said, holding the blood stained sketch pencil in the air at the side of her head. She tilted her head to the side, eyeing the masterpiece she just created on a human torso, a proud, yet extremely sadistic, sinister smirk on her face. "Now that is a pieceof greatness. A work of fucking art" Chris said, with a smile. He reached over, slithering his very masculine arms around Bridgette's tiny, slender little waist. The two smirked at one another, they really did seem like a perfect match. Both were rentless, ruthless and down right dispecible. Especially in their actions recently, toward Kaylee Adams. "Fight night babe, you focus on Adam. I want to devour your ex-wife...I want to leave her a bloody mess in that ring...I want to fucking end her!" she said, looking up at him. "You got it babe" he replied, a very evil smile on his face. "Kaylee, you've opened up the gates of hell simply because you thought I was inadequete in my wrestling abilities...like your inadequent in the bedroom. But, that's what you get for thinking. Don't you know, dumb blondes should never think? All it does, is ruin them in the end. After tomorrow night's finished and done with, there will be no more question about who the real big bad bitch of the WGEF is. There will be no question as to who the Queen of the fucking Universe is. That person, is me. And you Kaylee, will get fat...or, well...fatter...and fade off into the abyss, no one giving you a second thought. This, Kaylee, is your destiny" she said, taking the camera into her hand and bringing it down between her and Chris's middles. Written in blood and black wax, carved into Tawny's skin was the phrase 'Death to Kaylee Adams'. You know, for a sketch pencil, wax, skin and blood...Bridgette had some pretty neat, very eligible handwriting. That was beside the point, of course. A small heart was drawn in, the outlining was filled with the red of Tawny's blood the inside was black from the wax. At the bottom simply read 'The Diva'...which was what Bridgette seemed to be calling herself these days. It was a pretty clear statement, Bridgette was out for blood. And not just any blood...Kaylee Adams' blood. Reaching over, Chris took Bridgette in his arms, carrying her off and out of the camera's view, as the camera seemed to stay focused on Tawny's stomach and the words that were, almost literally etched in stone. Bridgette wanted to end Kaylee Adams...would she get the chance to? I'ma, I'ma-a diva, I'ma, I'ma-a diva, I'ma, I'ma-a diva...

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