September 7^th, 2005; it’s been almost a month since Autumn Jacob’s signed her contract with GWA. Autumn, as many probably know from her GWA online profile, went through hell and back for many years of her childhood through her entire educational career. Afterward, like most would’ve guessed, she turned into a slam-dunk, bangin�?hottie. She got her revenge on the one person that made her life hell the most and loved every minute of it. Now that she’s working with GWA, things seem to be looking better and better for her as each second passes. And now, with her first match getting ready to come around the corner, people can barely begin to imagine what kind of talents this girl has. The scene picks up inside a slightly large room. The room has mirrors, all fogged up from steam, and steam surrounds the entire room. Splashes are heard on occasion, and bubbles are seen floating about in the air. A young lady, a petite blonde, is laying comfortably in the huge, spa-like bathtub, warm water and bubbles covering her body from head to toe. She kicks up her leg, some bubbles fly about and then brings it down, letting her toe dangle around the faucet for just a while. She smiles, sweetly…or so it seems as she raises a champaign glass up to her lips. Inside, a crimson, velvet red colored substance, obviously Red Wine, moves about as she takes a drink. Putting the glass back on the table next to the bed, she tilts her head to the side slightly, her blonde hair wrapped in a messy bun with strands left hanging down, as she stares into the camera, for only a moment or so. Candles surround the entire room, from the sink to the toilet to all along the bathtub. For the cameramen, the smell of cinnamon arouses through the air but the people viewing from home, wouldn’t dare know that. The lights are left dim, barely noticeable that they are even on. In the background, you hear the sounds of a very talented musical artist singing a song that most everyone knows, or has at least heard of. "The Good Kind" by The Wreckers, drums along, obviously a self-made CD but who really cares right? Right!

Autumn Jacobs; "Welcome, to my humble home. I know, I know…not what you were expecting. Oh well, I needed rest and relaxation and what better way to do that then to be surrounded by bubbles, steaming hot water, champaign and candles that smell of cinnamon, dim lighting and, of course, soft playing music. The perfect ending to a rather hard and stressful day. See, I know I haven’t made much of an impact or debut in GWA since signing, but hey…can you blame me? I am waiting for the perfect moment and, well, it hasn’t come yet. Until now, of course. See, this Sunday night I’ll be in my first match against a…Nikole something or other. She too is new and has yet to make her arrival to GWA, of course, she’s been signed far longer then I have. But really, who pays attention to such little things, right? See, before, I was still trying to perfect my game, make sure everything was right, the moment was right, ya know…what any sane, person would want for an arrival. All the while, keeping my sanity and making a steady paycheck. See, now that…well, whomever it was that made this match, actually sat down and made the match, I’ve done nothing but focus solely on the match and my so called opponent. I can already give you a summary of the things she’ll come up with to belittle my character, my appearance, my talents and, of course, my reputation in GWA. She’ll say things like "Who is this Autumn Jacobs person? Obviously, no one important if I’ve never heard of her. I’m definitely talented and beautiful. I’ve worked so hard to make it here, bearing my poor daughter a long the way after losing both my father and my husband, the love of my life, to such horrendous accidents, both of which happened while on a U.S. Army base. But this Sunday, I get to fight some nobody and since, of course, everyone knows I am oh so talented, I’m gonna beat her." Yeah, yeah…no one would know who I am, what I’m about or what talents I possess, especially not Nikole. Just like I know nothing about Nikole. So, unlike some other people, I’m not gonna run around and bad mouth her, I’m not gonna try and say harsh, mean and very hateful things about her past life, and her losing two men she cares for dearly. Honestly, I feel bad for the girl. I mean, she lost people she held dear to her heart in freak accidents. I would just die if that ever happened to me. Luckily, it hasn’t but that doesn’t make me any less sympathetic. She may not want my sympathy, or need it, but still, it’s there. But then again, she shouldn’t take my sympathy as a sign of weakness. I may feel bad for her, my heart may go out to her, but that doesn’t mean that during our match, things will be easy like Sunday mornin�? Ooooh no, far from that actually. See, I don’t know Nikole and I can’t do the whole name-calling, nit picking about stupid, random things. I can’t sit around calling her ugly and fat, I’ve never even seen the girl. And even if I had, I wouldn’t resort to such petty, idiotic things like that. I mean really, who cares about all that shit. Your looks, your personality, none of that really matters when it comes to fighting in that ring. I should know, probably better then anyone else. But unlike some people, I’m not gonna go all into my past. It’s pretty fucking pointless, in my view."

Again, Autumn raises the champaign glass to her lips. She takes another sip, then places it back down on the table for a second time. She brings her leg back into the water, adjusting herself as bubbles move about. She raises her hand, it’s filled with bubbles and she puckers her lips, blowing them into the air. She smiles, putting her hands back into the warm water as she looks again, at the camera.

Autumn Jacobs; "Now, people pointlessly ramble on and on about how good they are and how bad they’re opponents are. How much of a ‘slut bagged, whorey skank" this girl is and how much of a "two faced, conniving little bitch" the other girl is. Me, I could seriously careless about that shit. Again, it’s stupid. People see me and automatically judge me based off looks. Well, be my guest. But know, that first assumptions, predictions, and glances aren’t always right. You should never judge a book by it’s cover and so I haven’t. Nikole Tremaine, you are…as far as I know…equivalent to me. Meaning, we’re the same in talent, looks, so on and so forth. Only your arrival and what you say about our match can change that. This isn’t exactly a challenge, but hey…take it as you wish. Nikole, go ahead and come out, steam rolling, all kinds of bullshit comments and little sayings that do, as you would say "define" me. Use whatever words you want to describe me. But when it’s all said and done, come Sunday night we truly will know who the better female out of you and myself is and, afterward, it’ll either make or break one of our careers. So, good luck Nikole, and see you real soon sweetie."