TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay!. Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. A CHAMPION IS.... - NOUN. 1. a person who has defeated all opponents in a competition or series of competitions, so as to hold first place: the heavyweight boxing champion. 2. anything that takes first place in competition: the champion of a cattle show. 3. an animal that has won a certain number of points in officially recognized shows: This dog is a champion. 4. a person who fights for or defends any person or cause: a champion of the oppressed. 5. a fighter or warrior. - VERB. 6. to act as champion of; defend; support: to champion a cause. 7. Obsolete. to defy. - ADJECTIVE. 8. first among all contestants or competitors. By mere definition of the word champion, Jeanette Nevaeh Salazar-Sane -- me -- qualifies on all accounts. I'd not only defied the odds on more times then one, but I set the bar for every female in the company....a bar at which every female will always be compared to. It wasn't as if this were new to me, being at the very top of the company, of the industry, of the division. I'd spent months in that position from the instant I walked into this company, competiting in my very first match, all the way through to when I first won the WGEF Women's Championship belt, all through my entire first reign -- three and a half months of my glorious reign. Even when I was out on an extended leave, I still managed to keep my position as the top female, the female to which all other females will be compared to. Not only had I accomplished what so many in the company long to accomplish, I'd done it twice-over now. I was a two-time Women's Champion, one reign away from catching up to many greats in the company such as Summer Fox and Eryhen Adams...two reigns away from capturing the lead and being the record holder. And all this within the first year of my being signed. So, to say that I was unprepared, over used, exhausted or not qualified for the job of being the Women's Champion would be like saying George W. Bush wasn't a complete dumbass. You just don't say such things. First of all, yes, Bush was a complete dumbass. In fact, he still is. But that's neither here nor there. I, however, was and still is above and beyond being qualified for my job and I'd get to test the waters as the Women's Champion again, in my very first title defense. Sure, maybe some would assume that it would've been Ivy Stratus that I would be defending it against, seeing as Ivy was the former champion, the person that I just so happened to have taken the belt off of. But, that's kind of pointless. I'd already beat her once. Why put her through the embarassment of beating her again? Not to mention the fact that she was pregnant and only months away from giving birth...which makes one wonder...how she could be pregnant and still be a competitive athlete? Wouldn't she have had to have gotten pregnant in say...June? I mean really, do women have no logic these days? What? Was she going to give birth in less then three months and assume to pass it off as if it were nothing? Be realistic people. This whole pregnancy scam reeked of exactly that; a scam. Of course, that's just one person's opinion, who really cares what they have to say, right? Being a woman and all. The thing about Ivy was, she knew that when she won the belt at On the Edge, she was damn lucky. She was facing off with two people that were...are...both more then qualified to be champions, in Kia Mitchell and Tapanga Britt. For her to have walked out the WGEF Women's Champion only meant that she was in the right place at the right time. And, I get it, I sound like a broken record. But, I'll keep repeating it until the woman finally realizes the truth behind her fluke of a championship reign. It meant nothing, it was the laughing stock of the WGEF. No one could believe it, no one could get past it and, most certainly, no one took her seriously as a champion...not even her own fiance. But, that's a tall tale for another time. So, being pregnant automatically throws you at the back of the bus -- so to speak -- and thus brings us to Angela Stewart. The so-called number one contender for my championship belt. Really? A contender? Really?! Ugh, whatever. 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TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay!. Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. A CHAMPION IS.... - NOUN. 1. a person who has defeated all opponents in a competition or series of competitions, so as to hold first place: the heavyweight boxing champion. 2. anything that takes first place in competition: the champion of a cattle show. 3. an animal that has won a certain number of points in officially recognized shows: This dog is a champion. 4. a person who fights for or defends any person or cause: a champion of the oppressed. 5. a fighter or warrior. - VERB. 6. to act as champion of; defend; support: to champion a cause. 7. Obsolete. to defy. - ADJECTIVE. 8. first among all contestants or competitors. By mere definition of the word champion, Jeanette Nevaeh Salazar-Sane -- me -- qualifies on all accounts. I'd not only defied the odds on more times then one, but I set the bar for every female in the company....a bar at which every female will always be compared to. It wasn't as if this were new to me, being at the very top of the company, of the industry, of the division. I'd spent months in that position from the instant I walked into this company, competiting in my very first match, all the way through to when I first won the WGEF Women's Championship belt, all through my entire first reign -- three and a half months of my glorious reign. Even when I was out on an extended leave, I still managed to keep my position as the top female, the female to which all other females will be compared to. Not only had I accomplished what so many in the company long to accomplish, I'd done it twice-over now. I was a two-time Women's Champion, one reign away from catching up to many greats in the company such as Summer Fox and Eryhen Adams...two reigns away from capturing the lead and being the record holder. And all this within the first year of my being signed. So, to say that I was unprepared, over used, exhausted or not qualified for the job of being the Women's Champion would be like saying George W. Bush wasn't a complete dumbass. You just don't say such things. First of all, yes, Bush was a complete dumbass. In fact, he still is. But that's neither here nor there. I, however, was and still is above and beyond being qualified for my job and I'd get to test the waters as the Women's Champion again, in my very first title defense. Sure, maybe some would assume that it would've been Ivy Stratus that I would be defending it against, seeing as Ivy was the former champion, the person that I just so happened to have taken the belt off of. But, that's kind of pointless. I'd already beat her once. Why put her through the embarassment of beating her again? Not to mention the fact that she was pregnant and only months away from giving birth...which makes one wonder...how she could be pregnant and still be a competitive athlete? Wouldn't she have had to have gotten pregnant in say...June? I mean really, do women have no logic these days? What? Was she going to give birth in less then three months and assume to pass it off as if it were nothing? Be realistic people. This whole pregnancy scam reeked of exactly that; a scam. Of course, that's just one person's opinion, who really cares what they have to say, right? Being a woman and all. The thing about Ivy was, she knew that when she won the belt at On the Edge, she was damn lucky. She was facing off with two people that were...are...both more then qualified to be champions, in Kia Mitchell and Tapanga Britt. For her to have walked out the WGEF Women's Champion only meant that she was in the right place at the right time. And, I get it, I sound like a broken record. But, I'll keep repeating it until the woman finally realizes the truth behind her fluke of a championship reign. It meant nothing, it was the laughing stock of the WGEF. No one could believe it, no one could get past it and, most certainly, no one took her seriously as a champion...not even her own fiance. But, that's a tall tale for another time. So, being pregnant automatically throws you at the back of the bus -- so to speak -- and thus brings us to Angela Stewart. The so-called number one contender for my championship belt. Really? A contender? Really?! Ugh, whatever. The girl has done more talking about being the best, beating the best and blahblahblah, the same bullshit everyone else seems to throw out yet, she hasn't beaten me. And, according to the gorgeous piece of gold wrapped around my waist, that automatically makes me thee fucking best. The shiny piece of gold that Angela wanted, so badly, to take from me...to help promote herself, to create her own career, her own legacy. Well, sorry chumpstain, but it's kind of hard to create your legacy, when we're smack-dab in the middle of starting mine. A great once said; hero's get remembered, but legends never die. This is the story of one legend, one phenomenal being, that you just can't beat....no matter how hard you try, pray, hope, or believe. It was an extremely sad situation, when the hard work, the passion, the determination and the skill that you put into your craft is thrown out like yesterday's garbage, all because some girl, with some talent, can't handle the fact that she's up against the girl that is not just ten times better, but twenty times better then she would ever be. Angela Stewart has done an amazing job of portraying her side of Sunday's events, the side where she gets to play the hero, where she gets to face me, where she gets to come out the champion but, in the middle of that dream, she seems to forget who the hell she's up against...I'm not Ivy Stratus, I'm not Adalyn Raine and I am certainly not some no-named, nobody. I am Jeanette fucking Salazar, a two time WGEF Women's Champion. A twenty-three year old woman that's been able to defy the odds on more then one occassion and still come out with more experience and skill then any opponent I've ever been up against. Had Angela truly done her homework, had she actually looked back on everything that I've done in my very short, nine month career, she would know that underestimating me, my skill, my talent and my contributions to this company, this industry and this division are not something that I easily play with. Angela's been a non-exsistant factor in the Women's Division from the moment she was signed. She came in with this all-around bitch persona, thinking she was everything that this division needed to become sucessful, yet, she's played no such significant role in the company or the division in her short few months that she's been here. If you were to quiz any of the fellow stars in the company, it's highly unlikely that any of them would know just who in the hell Angela Stewart even is, let alone why she's been given the opportunity to face me, your lovely and devoted Women's Champion. Not to mention the fact that they wouldn't even be able to name off who she had her first match against or when it was, let alone when she was signed and made her official debut. And why is it, that we know nothing about Angela Stewart? I think I've already answered that question...because she's played no significant role in the company. She's come in, she's appeared for her few matches a month that she happens to have, which is good. At least she's a devoted no-named nobody. But once the dust settled and the smoke had cleared, she was gone and forgotten almost quicker then the ring announcer could say "And the winner is, Angela Stewart". Yet, she has the audacity to step up to the plate and tell me that I know nothing of being a legend or an Olympian? Here's a key fact that maybe someone might want to slap Angela with, so that the next time she opens her trap and starts spewing off at the mouth, she can at least get one thing right about me. First and foremost, I never considered myself a great or a legend. I've said, numerous times, that I would love to be a legend, a great, always remembered for the many amazing things I've done in my career. But I also know, being twenty-three, I have many years left on me before I even get to legend status. Of course, at the rate I am going, I could be there a lot sooner then even I anticipate. So her calling me a legend, claiming that she can beat a "legend" is pretty irrelevant considering, neither she nor I are at the rankings high enough to be a legend. Do I consider myself a legend in the making? Hell yeah I do, and why? Because, every night that I have a match, every chance that I get to perform I go out there with my heart and my career literally on the line. I put it all out there for the world to see, every talent, skill and move that I have. I give my all for every single match that I am placed in, and not because I want some sort of award for being the very best -- that's just an added bonus. But because I want people to always remember the name Jeanette Salazar and forever link it to having some of the greatest matches in all of wrestling. Whether it be male against female, female against female, tag team, stable, handicap, whichever. I want them to remember me, not as Jeanette Salazar the undefeated, unbeatable monster that I am...but the amazing talent that I had, the amount of times that I put my body, my life, my career on the line to give the people exactly what they paid for. Their full monies worth. Now, Angela can try and downplay that all she wants, she can try and twist it and twork it into whatever delusional sorry ass, sitcom she wants...but in the end it'll still be me, that leaves with the WGEF Women's Championship belt this Sunday at Civil War. If it's a war that she wants, then it's a war that she will most definitely be getting. ----------------------------------------------------- Midway through the honeymoon cruise and Kevin and I had already decided that our time was better spent locked behind closed doors. It was our honeymoon and we were, undoutbedly living the moment up. Sure, it wasn't as long as we would've liked and that was all my fault, having to defend my championship belt against some nobody...the only nobody that the company has to offer me at this time. But, Kevin and I were both well aware of the sacrifices you'd have to make in the industry, if you really wanted to come out on top and, in the end, that's all that mattered. We were married, we were together, we finally got to January the 10th were we could say our I Do's and, despite the jealousy that some people may have towards our ceremony...like, I don't know...my opponent. All because her sorry, shit stain of a fiance...or ex-fiancee...or baby daddy...or whatever the hell he is or was to her, wasn't as amazing as Kevin is. Did she show to my wedding? No. Did it bother me that she didn't show? No. She can sit there and talk about no one caring about the ceremony, which is all fine and dandy, that's her opinion...but when did WGEF become Jerry Springer? When did wedding ceremonies and after parties become the formittible target of putting on a good match? When did weddings become the it factor that separated a winner from a loser, with regard to a wrestling match and career? I really don't see the relevance that my wedding, my honeymoon or my marriage has to play on Angela's life, career or this match -- let alone my career. Was Kevin going to thrwart my attention from being the very best Women's Champion that I could be? Of course not. Because he knew exactly what it was like to be champion, to be at the very top of one's game, to be the very best in the business. He knew exactly what it meant to have the weight of the entire world resting on your shoulders and still manage to overcome all the odds, the adversities, thet nay-sayers and the people that were desparate enough to bring in the most irrelevant crap ever. And, as if this were an actual excuse for Angela's ignorance but, you can't really blame the girl. She was pretty useless to the WGEF and the Women's Division from the day she was signed. She was, and always will be, nothing more then a spot-filler. When there's an open area that is needing to be filled, insert Angela Stewart there. When someone backs out of a match at the very last second, you put Angela's name down and she'll fill in. After all, that's all that her minimal amount of talent and skill could really offer her and the world of wrestling. And, it's not like it was entirely her fault. Don't get me wrong, a majority of why she's never had an adequate push, a significant match or anything that might get her "remembered" is all on her. Because she's done nothing to deserve it, she's shown no signs of goals, accomplishments or even the willingness to better one's self....but then there is a small, teenie, tiny little portion that is WGEF Management's fault. They should've fired her ass the instant she became useless to the company...which was what? A week after she first arrived. Hey, it's a lot longer then some others in the industry. Not me, of course...what with nine glorious months devoted to this company and two successful title reigns. Did my dreams stop at being the Women's Champion though? No, never. I had plans, dreams and goals that took me far beyond being the leading lady, the front-runner of the Women's Division. But, unfortunately for Angela...the Women's Division was the end of the road for her. She didn't have the talent, skill or passion to go beyond it, let alone the brain capacity to realize what was beyond the Women's Division. I, on the other hand, have what it takes to go further then anyone else ever has. And that, simply put, is because I am willing to work for whatever it is that I want...not lie in the background while others steal the lime light...wait around until no others are around to really strike up a good challenge, then sneak in and try to be that "theif in the night" as she wants to call herself. To be a real champion, a true champion, you have to be willing to accept every challenge thrown out at you, to accept any match, you have to be willing to face whomever is thrown your way, to prove that you are, in fact, thee very fucking best. Angela, unfortunately, hasn't done that. I, on the other hand, have and will continue to do so. My reign as this companie's Women's Champion doesn't end on Sunday....it gets reinvented on Sunday, after I defeat Angela and come out having not only successfully retaining my Women's Championship belt, and better then I was before. Angela has no idea what she's gotten herself into, and she's too damn dumb to even realize that this Sunday could be the end of her career, not the end of mine...or my reign or...whatever it is she's claiming she's going to end.

TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay!. Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. "The ramblings of a delusional woman, I tell ya" escaped my lips, as I paused the television that was in our honeymoon suite on the cruise ship. Kevin was laid back on the bed, his arms resting peacefully behind his head as he chuckled some, his eyes on the television. "Is that the best they have to offer you, as far as talent and an actual challenge goes?" he asked me, wondering why I even bother sometimes. "Well, appearantly so babe. She's spent weeks...months in the company doing absolutely nothing that could even be considered worth a damn and suddenly she's better then me? Suddenly she can beat me? She's as delusional as Paris Hilton thinking she's the hottest, smartest star to ever walk down Hollywood Blvd. Angela Stewart wouldn't be able to fight her way out of a brown paper bag, let alone be able to withstand a full match against me. Beating her on Sunday is going to be much easier then I actually thought it would be. It's quite obvious that the girl pays very little attention to detail and the opponents she's up against. She has no sort of real facts against me, and yet..she thinks she can beat me? Stop me when I should start getting even the least bit worried about her" I said, shaking my head. And, just as I had paused the screen, I turned off the television set. Kevin rolled over and looked at me, I leaned in to him giving him a light kiss on the lips, followed by a smile. Soon after, we'd commited to a second, more passionate kiss, as he pulled me in closer to his body. After a while in this warm and loving embrace, we looked into each others eyes as we light out a content, happy sigh towards one another. "Get some rest baby, I'm going to go into the other room. Appearantly there's some satellite feed that Trish and Kaylee have set me up with, for this match on Sunday. And, when I get back, maybe we could take to the deck and enjoy the night and have a nice dinner. We've been cooped up in this room long enough" I said, with a light laugh. "But I like it in here, we can run around naked if we want...as we have for the past fi..." I stopped him before he could even finish the sentence. "Shhh, we're going out. Besides, I think our bodies need a little rest from all of that" I said, with a laugh. Leaning in, I gave him a third, very gentle kiss on the lips. He mumbled "fine" as we kissed and I let out a laugh. Pushing myself off the bed, I walked through one of the doors of this lavish cruise suite and into a room set up with camera's, a director's style chair and lights. There was only one man from the cruise liner that we were on in there to help me get ready for the feed and, as I sat in the director's chair, he hooked up the camera and the microphone so that when it was time for the live feed, I could be seen and heard. Finally, both he and I were ready. He gave me the que as he started everything up and counted down silently, for me. Three....two....one....go! "Well hello there everyone. I truly hope that you all have had an amazing week thus far, I know that I certainly have. It is still so very weird to me, to be addressed as Mrs. Sane and not just Miss. Salazar anymore. It's weird to look down at my hand and see this gorgeous, white-gold ring wrapped around my finger quite snuggly, and then to loo kat his hand and see a very similar ring wrapped snugly around his finger. I tell ya, it's gonna be a while before I am really used to being married...being someone's wife" I said, with a smile across my face that seemed to really tell the story. "But, that's another story for another time. Right now, there's something else I want to address. You see, this Sunday night I'll be putting this baby" I bring my WGEF Women's title up to the camera's view "on the line against Angela Stewart a woman that, well quite frankly, I know nothing about. And, as much of a disadvantage as you, and she, might think that would give me, it really doesn't. And why? Because I don't have to know anything about my opponents personal lives to know that I can and will beat them. I don't have to know about their personal lives to be better then them, to know that I am better then them. I have maintained a successful career for nine months and not once have I had to resort to cheap hits, sneaky tactics or bringing one's personal life into the middle of what that person and I do out there in the center of that ring. And, the main reason for that is because his or her personal life is quite irrelevant to what happens inside the ring. For example, my marriage...my husband's life and career...my wedding holds no merit to how well I will perform in that ring on Sunday night...the same way I perform in that ring anytime that I step into it. Sooner or later Angela's going to have to take a quick step out of high school and into the real world, if she ever wants to make anything of herself in this career. We don't play childish games here...well, I don't anyway. So skits and performances and trying to call my wedding boring isn't going to have the same effect on me it would on some sixteen year old high school girl hoping that her precious, beloved Sweet Sixteen is the talk of the school for the entire year. I'm twenty-three...I'm an adult. I, unlike Angela, don't have to use those Mean Girl tactics to prove my dominance. Take a look at my track record, sweetheart. I've faced people a lot like you, that have claimed to be better then me, that have gone out on a wim and said they were better then yours truly, that they can beat me just like that" I snap my fingers to signify that statement "and yet, I still come out the victor. Prime example of that, my match against Carmen James and Courtney Helmsley. Those girls were partners, they sat there and both ran up the ass about how they are better then me, they'd be a better champion then me, how they were this, that and the other. God's gift to wrestling, in other words. And, at the end of our triple threat, paddle on a pole match...I had the "dominate bitch" Courtney jumping out of the ring and running away like a chicken shit, as paddle met ass when I gave Carmen James the spanking that she was obviously due. If that's not enough for you, then what about Sharmaine James...another woman that spewed off at the mouth, using tactics a lot like you're using, trying to get underneath my skin by bringing my personal life into this mess. And what happened to Sharmaine? I wiped the floor with her ass and walked out with my very first WGEF Women's Championship. That was a three and a half months reign that I managed to explore into and, trust me darling, nothing you could ever say or do would compare to what Courtney, Carmen and Sharmaine have all attempted to throw at me. What you are failing to realize, Angela, is that this isn't Bayside High, we're not Lindsay Lohan, Rachel McAdams or even Tina Faye. We're not the prissy high school princesses that try to rule the school through the embarassment and humiliation of another person. We are supposed to be adults here, and yet...you are acting like a child. An ignorant, useless child at that. What you really need to learn, and fairly quickly, is that I am not anyone else that you've ever faced before. I never have been and I never will be. I am not a two-time Women's Champion for nothing sweetheart, I am a two-time Women's Champion because I am the fucking best that this company has to offer. Excuse the language, I mean I hardly ever cuss but, eh. New year, new things I guess" I said, with a shrug as I placed my Women's Championship belt back into my lap, a smile on my face. "I've worked too long and too hard to let it all go to waste this Sunday, especially to someone like you. Now, if you were someone like, I don't know, Tapanga Britt, then I'd be more willing to oblige the loss...but in this sense, in this case, I highly doubt that you'll be able to squeak by a win over me. And, though I appreciate the self-promotion, you really need to come to terms with the fact that, this is one time where it's best to be modest and accept a compliment, then to be cocky and underestimate your opponent. Especially when your opponent is me, the reigning Women's Champion. If you really want to walk out of this match with a win over me, with this belt, then you might want to...I don't know...hope and pray for a little talent to come your way within the next like four days, otherwise, you'll be shit out of luck come Sunday. And, even if you did happen to come across some talent, it wouldn't do you any good. I'm not nicknamed the Beautiful Phenomenon for nothing, darling...it's because I epitomize the word phenom. It's because I am the very thing that this company wants and needs in a champion. I am the penicle of fucking perfection when it comes to that ring and beating your opponent with true skill and true talent. I may have a very easy-going, laid back mentality when you meet me in person, when we have a one-on-one conversation but inside that ring, you're getting an entirely different aspect of Jeanette Salazar. You're getting the woman that is creating a legacy. Not a woman that already has a legacy, but a woman that is working to create a legacy...to become a one-woman dynasty. I've been told many times by girls a lot like you, that they could beat me and, as I stated before, I still come out on top. You will be no different, Angela. I do, however, wish to extend you the best of luck in this match, as you will be needing it...but that is as far as my handouts go. If you think, for even the slightest of seconds, that I'm going to just roll over and give you my belt because you really, really want it so badly...then you're not only delusional but sadly mistaken. I'm a one-woman revolution, sweetheart, I've taken this entire company, this industry by storm. I've got people in companies outside of WGEF whispering my name alongside many greats that this industry has to offer, and that's after only nine months of debuting. What's the biggest thing you have to offer this company? Your outer bitch core...this need to be the best, to claim yourself as the best? You've got a long way to go if you ever want to be held on a level such as Trish, Summer, Lita and even myself. Sure, I may not be on their level...I've obviously got a ways to go before I'm there, that I know. I know and am well aware of the fact that I've got tons of time before I really am a legend, before I get that legendary name, before I am put into any kind of hall of fame...but is that going to stop me from being the best wrestler, female wrestler, champion or Jeanette Salazar that I can be? Not for a single, solitary second!" I said, as a smile stretched across my face. "Think of this as a learning experience, Angela. Oviously, you've got a ways to go before you realize and come to terms with how this company, how this industry works but...think of this as your one-on-one lesson...you don't walk into Senate thinking 'Tomorrow, they will nominate me as the new President'. You walk in thinking, 'How can I make a difference? How can this change me, how can it better me?' At least, that's what I would be thinking...me and anyone else that is willing to work for what they want and get. You, however, are a different breed of person. You are self-absorbed, self-righteous, conceited with no real reason to be. You are a loud mouth and you are anything but modest, thinking you deserve to be held in the highest rankings, although you've done absolutely nothing to merit that spot. Me, on the other hand, I've busted my ass for this belt" I say, as I bring the belt back into the camera view again. "I've put my blood, my sweat, my tears...my everything into this belt, into being the best champion that I could ever possibly be and to have someone like you attempt to discredit me, well, that's only going to get me more pissed. That's only going to add more fuel to the already burning fire. This Sunday, you are going to get a different Jeanette Salazar. You'll get a much more focused Jeanette. You'll get the version of me that has probably never been seen before. A much, much more fierce, more angry version...a version that, quite frankly, you won't know how to handle or beat" I say, pausing only briefly to let out a sigh and take in a breath. "In the end though, come Sunday night Angela...no matter how hard you try, how much you pray or believe...how much you hope or wish...you will not beat me. I will still walk out the WGEF Women's Champion. Jeanette Salazar's reign is long from over, darling...Sunday night, you're merely a stepping stone for me, a stepping stone to becoming thee fucking greatest thing in this company...ever. I'll get there, you're just an obsticle that I have to overcome...and you're barely even an obsticle. You are merely a warm-up match to a new chapter in my life. As you've always been for many other female wrestlers careers here in WGEF...including Tappy. And just like Tappy, I'll beat your ass, pin you for the one, the two, and the three" I use my fingers to signify the numbers "and retain my WGEF Women's Championship belt. Sunday is more then just a match to me now...Sunday's become a chance to give you a lesson, a learning experience...a mini-quiz, if you will. Sunday is my chance to once again shine, and I'm not about to let you stand in my way. Not even for a milisecond! Sunday is Civil War and Sunday is the closest you will ever be, to becoming the WGEF Women's Champion...I can guarantee you that, sweetie. Good luck, you're gonna need it..." I said, as I remove the microphone that was attached to my shirt. Standing from the seat, I hold my championship belt in my hand and walk out of the camera's view. All that is left to be seen is an empty chair...the chair I was previously seated in. Angela Stewart was cocky, she was "ready" -- or so she thought, but was she really? Was she really ready for what was in store for her from yours truly? I was -- am -- unlike any challenge she has ever or will ever have in her entire career. And this Sunday is not her time to become the WGEF Women's Champion...WGEF already has a champion they can be proud of, they have me. And I refuse to relinquish, let go of, lose or vacate this belt without a fight. It simply won't happen, I won't allow it. Sunday was a war....and it was a war that I had full intentions, every intention, on winning.

TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay!. Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. A CHAMPION IS.... - NOUN. 1. a person who has defeated all opponents in a competition or series of competitions, so as to hold first place: the heavyweight boxing champion. 2. anything that takes first place in competition: the champion of a cattle show. 3. an animal that has won a certain number of points in officially recognized shows: This dog is a champion. 4. a person who fights for or defends any person or cause: a champion of the oppressed. 5. a fighter or warrior. - VERB. 6. to act as champion of; defend; support: to champion a cause. 7. Obsolete. to defy. - ADJECTIVE. 8. first among all contestants or competitors. By mere definition of the word champion, Jeanette Nevaeh Salazar-Sane -- me -- qualifies on all accounts. I'd not only defied the odds on more times then one, but I set the bar for every female in the company....a bar at which every female will always be compared to. It wasn't as if this were new to me, being at the very top of the company, of the industry, of the division. I'd spent months in that position from the instant I walked into this company, competiting in my very first match, all the way through to when I first won the WGEF Women's Championship belt, all through my entire first reign -- three and a half months of my glorious reign. Even when I was out on an extended leave, I still managed to keep my position as the top female, the female to which all other females will be compared to. Not only had I accomplished what so many in the company long to accomplish, I'd done it twice-over now. I was a two-time Women's Champion, one reign away from catching up to many greats in the company such as Summer Fox and Eryhen Adams...two reigns away from capturing the lead and being the record holder. And all this within the first year of my being signed. So, to say that I was unprepared, over used, exhausted or not qualified for the job of being the Women's Champion would be like saying George W. Bush wasn't a complete dumbass. You just don't say such things. First of all, yes, Bush was a complete dumbass. In fact, he still is. But that's neither here nor there. I, however, was and still is above and beyond being qualified for my job and I'd get to test the waters as the Women's Champion again, in my very first title defense. Sure, maybe some would assume that it would've been Ivy Stratus that I would be defending it against, seeing as Ivy was the former champion, the person that I just so happened to have taken the belt off of. But, that's kind of pointless. I'd already beat her once. Why put her through the embarassment of beating her again? Not to mention the fact that she was pregnant and only months away from giving birth...which makes one wonder...how she could be pregnant and still be a competitive athlete? Wouldn't she have had to have gotten pregnant in say...June? I mean really, do women have no logic these days? What? Was she going to give birth in less then three months and assume to pass it off as if it were nothing? Be realistic people. This whole pregnancy scam reeked of exactly that; a scam. Of course, that's just one person's opinion, who really cares what they have to say, right? Being a woman and all. The thing about Ivy was, she knew that when she won the belt at On the Edge, she was damn lucky. She was facing off with two people that were...are...both more then qualified to be champions, in Kia Mitchell and Tapanga Britt. For her to have walked out the WGEF Women's Champion only meant that she was in the right place at the right time. And, I get it, I sound like a broken record. But, I'll keep repeating it until the woman finally realizes the truth behind her fluke of a championship reign. It meant nothing, it was the laughing stock of the WGEF. No one could believe it, no one could get past it and, most certainly, no one took her seriously as a champion...not even her own fiance. But, that's a tall tale for another time. So, being pregnant automatically throws you at the back of the bus -- so to speak -- and thus brings us to Angela Stewart. The so-called number one contender for my championship belt. Really? A contender? Really?! Ugh, whatever. The girl has done more talking about being the best, beating the best and blahblahblah, the same bullshit everyone else seems to throw out yet, she hasn't beaten me. And, according to the gorgeous piece of gold wrapped around my waist, that automatically makes me thee fucking best. The shiny piece of gold that Angela wanted, so badly, to take from me...to help promote herself, to create her own career, her own legacy. Well, sorry chumpstain, but it's kind of hard to create your legacy, when we're smack-dab in the middle of starting mine. A great once said; hero's get remembered, but legends never die. This is the story of one legend, one phenomenal being, that you just can't beat....no matter how hard you try, pray, hope, or believe. It was an extremely sad situation, when the hard work, the passion, the determination and the skill that you put into your craft is thrown out like yesterday's garbage, all because some girl, with some talent, can't handle the fact that she's up against the girl that is not just ten times better, but twenty times better then she would ever be. Angela Stewart has done an amazing job of portraying her side of Sunday's events, the side where she gets to play the hero, where she gets to face me, where she gets to come out the champion but, in the middle of that dream, she seems to forget who the hell she's up against...I'm not Ivy Stratus, I'm not Adalyn Raine and I am certainly not some no-named, nobody. I am Jeanette fucking Salazar, a two time WGEF Women's Champion. A twenty-three year old woman that's been able to defy the odds on more then one occassion and still come out with more experience and skill then any opponent I've ever been up against. Had Angela truly done her homework, had she actually looked back on everything that I've done in my very short, nine month career, she would know that underestimating me, my skill, my talent and my contributions to this company, this industry and this division are not something that I easily play with. Angela's been a non-exsistant factor in the Women's Division from the moment she was signed. She came in with this all-around bitch persona, thinking she was everything that this division needed to become sucessful, yet, she's played no such significant role in the company or the division in her short few months that she's been here. If you were to quiz any of the fellow stars in the company, it's highly unlikely that any of them would know just who in the hell Angela Stewart even is, let alone why she's been given the opportunity to face me, your lovely and devoted Women's Champion. Not to mention the fact that they wouldn't even be able to name off who she had her first match against or when it was, let alone when she was signed and made her official debut. And why is it, that we know nothing about Angela Stewart? I think I've already answered that question...because she's played no significant role in the company. She's come in, she's appeared for her few matches a month that she happens to have, which is good. At least she's a devoted no-named nobody. But once the dust settled and the smoke had cleared, she was gone and forgotten almost quicker then the ring announcer could say "And the winner is, Angela Stewart". Yet, she has the audacity to step up to the plate and tell me that I know nothing of being a legend or an Olympian? Here's a key fact that maybe someone might want to slap Angela with, so that the next time she opens her trap and starts spewing off at the mouth, she can at least get one thing right about me. First and foremost, I never considered myself a great or a legend. I've said, numerous times, that I would love to be a legend, a great, always remembered for the many amazing things I've done in my career. But I also know, being twenty-three, I have many years left on me before I even get to legend status. Of course, at the rate I am going, I could be there a lot sooner then even I anticipate. So her calling me a legend, claiming that she can beat a "legend" is pretty irrelevant considering, neither she nor I are at the rankings high enough to be a legend. Do I consider myself a legend in the making? Hell yeah I do, and why? Because, every night that I have a match, every chance that I get to perform I go out there with my heart and my career literally on the line. I put it all out there for the world to see, every talent, skill and move that I have. I give my all for every single match that I am placed in, and not because I want some sort of award for being the very best -- that's just an added bonus. But because I want people to always remember the name Jeanette Salazar and forever link it to having some of the greatest matches in all of wrestling. Whether it be male against female, female against female, tag team, stable, handicap, whichever. I want them to remember me, not as Jeanette Salazar the undefeated, unbeatable monster that I am...but the amazing talent that I had, the amount of times that I put my body, my life, my career on the line to give the people exactly what they paid for. Their full monies worth. Now, Angela can try and downplay that all she wants, she can try and twist it and twork it into whatever delusional sorry ass, sitcom she wants...but in the end it'll still be me, that leaves with the WGEF Women's Championship belt this Sunday at Civil War. If it's a war that she wants, then it's a war that she will most definitely be getting. ----------------------------------------------------- Midway through the honeymoon cruise and Kevin and I had already decided that our time was better spent locked behind closed doors. It was our honeymoon and we were, undoutbedly living the moment up. Sure, it wasn't as long as we would've liked and that was all my fault, having to defend my championship belt against some nobody...the only nobody that the company has to offer me at this time. But, Kevin and I were both well aware of the sacrifices you'd have to make in the industry, if you really wanted to come out on top and, in the end, that's all that mattered. We were married, we were together, we finally got to January the 10th were we could say our I Do's and, despite the jealousy that some people may have towards our ceremony...like, I don't know...my opponent. All because her sorry, shit stain of a fiance...or ex-fiancee...or baby daddy...or whatever the hell he is or was to her, wasn't as amazing as Kevin is. Did she show to my wedding? No. Did it bother me that she didn't show? No. She can sit there and talk about no one caring about the ceremony, which is all fine and dandy, that's her opinion...but when did WGEF become Jerry Springer? When did wedding ceremonies and after parties become the formittible target of putting on a good match? When did weddings become the it factor that separated a winner from a loser, with regard to a wrestling match and career? I really don't see the relevance that my wedding, my honeymoon or my marriage has to play on Angela's life, career or this match -- let alone my career. Was Kevin going to thrwart my attention from being the very best Women's Champion that I could be? Of course not. Because he knew exactly what it was like to be champion, to be at the very top of one's game, to be the very best in the business. He knew exactly what it meant to have the weight of the entire world resting on your shoulders and still manage to overcome all the odds, the adversities, thet nay-sayers and the people that were desparate enough to bring in the most irrelevant crap ever. And, as if this were an actual excuse for Angela's ignorance but, you can't really blame the girl. She was pretty useless to the WGEF and the Women's Division from the day she was signed. She was, and always will be, nothing more then a spot-filler. When there's an open area that is needing to be filled, insert Angela Stewart there. When someone backs out of a match at the very last second, you put Angela's name down and she'll fill in. After all, that's all that her minimal amount of talent and skill could really offer her and the world of wrestling. And, it's not like it was entirely her fault. Don't get me wrong, a majority of why she's never had an adequate push, a significant match or anything that might get her "remembered" is all on her. Because she's done nothing to deserve it, she's shown no signs of goals, accomplishments or even the willingness to better one's self....but then there is a small, teenie, tiny little portion that is WGEF Management's fault. They should've fired her ass the instant she became useless to the company...which was what? A week after she first arrived. Hey, it's a lot longer then some others in the industry. Not me, of course...what with nine glorious months devoted to this company and two successful title reigns. Did my dreams stop at being the Women's Champion though? No, never. I had plans, dreams and goals that took me far beyond being the leading lady, the front-runner of the Women's Division. But, unfortunately for Angela...the Women's Division was the end of the road for her. She didn't have the talent, skill or passion to go beyond it, let alone the brain capacity to realize what was beyond the Women's Division. I, on the other hand, have what it takes to go further then anyone else ever has. And that, simply put, is because I am willing to work for whatever it is that I want...not lie in the background while others steal the lime light...wait around until no others are around to really strike up a good challenge, then sneak in and try to be that "theif in the night" as she wants to call herself. To be a real champion, a true champion, you have to be willing to accept every challenge thrown out at you, to accept any match, you have to be willing to face whomever is thrown your way, to prove that you are, in fact, thee very fucking best. Angela, unfortunately, hasn't done that. I, on the other hand, have and will continue to do so. My reign as this companie's Women's Champion doesn't end on Sunday....it gets reinvented on Sunday, after I defeat Angela and come out having not only successfully retaining my Women's Championship belt, and better then I was before. Angela has no idea what she's gotten herself into, and she's too damn dumb to even realize that this Sunday could be the end of her career, not the end of mine...or my reign or...whatever it is she's claiming she's going to end.

TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. civil war series. MAIN INFLUENCE: Jeanette's promotional series for the Women's Title match at Civil War. PURPOSE: Kicking off a solid match, yay!. Next Match: Jeanette Salazar versus Angela Stewart. // WGEF: Civil War // 01.18.09 // Women's Title Match. "The ramblings of a delusional woman, I tell ya" escaped my lips, as I paused the television that was in our honeymoon suite on the cruise ship. Kevin was laid back on the bed, his arms resting peacefully behind his head as he chuckled some, his eyes on the television. "Is that the best they have to offer you, as far as talent and an actual challenge goes?" he asked me, wondering why I even bother sometimes. "Well, appearantly so babe. She's spent weeks...months in the company doing absolutely nothing that could even be considered worth a damn and suddenly she's better then me? Suddenly she can beat me? She's as delusional as Paris Hilton thinking she's the hottest, smartest star to ever walk down Hollywood Blvd. Angela Stewart wouldn't be able to fight her way out of a brown paper bag, let alone be able to withstand a full match against me. Beating her on Sunday is going to be much easier then I actually thought it would be. It's quite obvious that the girl pays very little attention to detail and the opponents she's up against. She has no sort of real facts against me, and yet..she thinks she can beat me? Stop me when I should start getting even the least bit worried about her" I said, shaking my head. And, just as I had paused the screen, I turned off the television set. Kevin rolled over and looked at me, I leaned in to him giving him a light kiss on the lips, followed by a smile. Soon after, we'd commited to a second, more passionate kiss, as he pulled me in closer to his body. After a while in this warm and loving embrace, we looked into each others eyes as we light out a content, happy sigh towards one another. "Get some rest baby, I'm going to go into the other room. Appearantly there's some satellite feed that Trish and Kaylee have set me up with, for this match on Sunday. And, when I get back, maybe we could take to the deck and enjoy the night and have a nice dinner. We've been cooped up in this room long enough" I said, with a light laugh. "But I like it in here, we can run around naked if we want...as we have for the past fi..." I stopped him before he could even finish the sentence. "Shhh, we're going out. Besides, I think our bodies need a little rest from all of that" I said, with a laugh. Leaning in, I gave him a third, very gentle kiss on the lips. He mumbled "fine" as we kissed and I let out a laugh. Pushing myself off the bed, I walked through one of the doors of this lavish cruise suite and into a room set up with camera's, a director's style chair and lights. There was only one man from the cruise liner that we were on in there to help me get ready for the feed and, as I sat in the director's chair, he hooked up the camera and the microphone so that when it was time for the live feed, I could be seen and heard. Finally, both he and I were ready. He gave me the que as he started everything up and counted down silently, for me. Three....two....one....go! "Well hello there everyone. I truly hope that you all have had an amazing week thus far, I know that I certainly have. It is still so very weird to me, to be addressed as Mrs. Sane and not just Miss. Salazar anymore. It's weird to look down at my hand and see this gorgeous, white-gold ring wrapped around my finger quite snuggly, and then to loo kat his hand and see a very similar ring wrapped snugly around his finger. I tell ya, it's gonna be a while before I am really used to being married...being someone's wife" I said, with a smile across my face that seemed to really tell the story. "But, that's another story for another time. Right now, there's something else I want to address. You see, this Sunday night I'll be putting this baby" I bring my WGEF Women's title up to the camera's view "on the line against Angela Stewart a woman that, well quite frankly, I know nothing about. And, as much of a disadvantage as you, and she, might think that would give me, it really doesn't. And why? Because I don't have to know anything about my opponents personal lives to know that I can and will beat them. I don't have to know about their personal lives to be better then them, to know that I am better then them. I have maintained a successful career for nine months and not once have I had to resort to cheap hits, sneaky tactics or bringing one's personal life into the middle of what that person and I do out there in the center of that ring. And, the main reason for that is because his or her personal life is quite irrelevant to what happens inside the ring. For example, my marriage...my husband's life and career...my wedding holds no merit to how well I will perform in that ring on Sunday night...the same way I perform in that ring anytime that I step into it. Sooner or later Angela's going to have to take a quick step out of high school and into the real world, if she ever wants to make anything of herself in this career. We don't play childish games here...well, I don't anyway. So skits and performances and trying to call my wedding boring isn't going to have the same effect on me it would on some sixteen year old high school girl hoping that her precious, beloved Sweet Sixteen is the talk of the school for the entire year. I'm twenty-three...I'm an adult. I, unlike Angela, don't have to use those Mean Girl tactics to prove my dominance. Take a look at my track record, sweetheart. I've faced people a lot like you, that have claimed to be better then me, that have gone out on a wim and said they were better then yours truly, that they can beat me just like that" I snap my fingers to signify that statement "and yet, I still come out the victor. Prime example of that, my match against Carmen James and Courtney Helmsley. Those girls were partners, they sat there and both ran up the ass about how they are better then me, they'd be a better champion then me, how they were this, that and the other. God's gift to wrestling, in other words. And, at the end of our triple threat, paddle on a pole match...I had the "dominate bitch" Courtney jumping out of the ring and running away like a chicken shit, as paddle met ass when I gave Carmen James the spanking that she was obviously due. If that's not enough for you, then what about Sharmaine James...another woman that spewed off at the mouth, using tactics a lot like you're using, trying to get underneath my skin by bringing my personal life into this mess. And what happened to Sharmaine? I wiped the floor with her ass and walked out with my very first WGEF Women's Championship. That was a three and a half months reign that I managed to explore into and, trust me darling, nothing you could ever say or do would compare to what Courtney, Carmen and Sharmaine have all attempted to throw at me. What you are failing to realize, Angela, is that this isn't Bayside High, we're not Lindsay Lohan, Rachel McAdams or even Tina Faye. We're not the prissy high school princesses that try to rule the school through the embarassment and humiliation of another person. We are supposed to be adults here, and yet...you are acting like a child. An ignorant, useless child at that. What you really need to learn, and fairly quickly, is that I am not anyone else that you've ever faced before. I never have been and I never will be. I am not a two-time Women's Champion for nothing sweetheart, I am a two-time Women's Champion because I am the fucking best that this company has to offer. Excuse the language, I mean I hardly ever cuss but, eh. New year, new things I guess" I said, with a shrug as I placed my Women's Championship belt back into my lap, a smile on my face. "I've worked too long and too hard to let it all go to waste this Sunday, especially to someone like you. Now, if you were someone like, I don't know, Tapanga Britt, then I'd be more willing to oblige the loss...but in this sense, in this case, I highly doubt that you'll be able to squeak by a win over me. And, though I appreciate the self-promotion, you really need to come to terms with the fact that, this is one time where it's best to be modest and accept a compliment, then to be cocky and underestimate your opponent. Especially when your opponent is me, the reigning Women's Champion. If you really want to walk out of this match with a win over me, with this belt, then you might want to...I don't know...hope and pray for a little talent to come your way within the next like four days, otherwise, you'll be shit out of luck come Sunday. And, even if you did happen to come across some talent, it wouldn't do you any good. I'm not nicknamed the Beautiful Phenomenon for nothing, darling...it's because I epitomize the word phenom. It's because I am the very thing that this company wants and needs in a champion. I am the penicle of fucking perfection when it comes to that ring and beating your opponent with true skill and true talent. I may have a very easy-going, laid back mentality when you meet me in person, when we have a one-on-one conversation but inside that ring, you're getting an entirely different aspect of Jeanette Salazar. You're getting the woman that is creating a legacy. Not a woman that already has a legacy, but a woman that is working to create a legacy...to become a one-woman dynasty. I've been told many times by girls a lot like you, that they could beat me and, as I stated before, I still come out on top. You will be no different, Angela. I do, however, wish to extend you the best of luck in this match, as you will be needing it...but that is as far as my handouts go. If you think, for even the slightest of seconds, that I'm going to just roll over and give you my belt because you really, really want it so badly...then you're not only delusional but sadly mistaken. I'm a one-woman revolution, sweetheart, I've taken this entire company, this industry by storm. I've got people in companies outside of WGEF whispering my name alongside many greats that this industry has to offer, and that's after only nine months of debuting. What's the biggest thing you have to offer this company? Your outer bitch core...this need to be the best, to claim yourself as the best? You've got a long way to go if you ever want to be held on a level such as Trish, Summer, Lita and even myself. Sure, I may not be on their level...I've obviously got a ways to go before I'm there, that I know. I know and am well aware of the fact that I've got tons of time before I really am a legend, before I get that legendary name, before I am put into any kind of hall of fame...but is that going to stop me from being the best wrestler, female wrestler, champion or Jeanette Salazar that I can be? Not for a single, solitary second!" I said, as a smile stretched across my face. "Think of this as a learning experience, Angela. Oviously, you've got a ways to go before you realize and come to terms with how this company, how this industry works but...think of this as your one-on-one lesson...you don't walk into Senate thinking 'Tomorrow, they will nominate me as the new President'. You walk in thinking, 'How can I make a difference? How can this change me, how can it better me?' At least, that's what I would be thinking...me and anyone else that is willing to work for what they want and get. You, however, are a different breed of person. You are self-absorbed, self-righteous, conceited with no real reason to be. You are a loud mouth and you are anything but modest, thinking you deserve to be held in the highest rankings, although you've done absolutely nothing to merit that spot. Me, on the other hand, I've busted my ass for this belt" I say, as I bring the belt back into the camera view again. "I've put my blood, my sweat, my tears...my everything into this belt, into being the best champion that I could ever possibly be and to have someone like you attempt to discredit me, well, that's only going to get me more pissed. That's only going to add more fuel to the already burning fire. This Sunday, you are going to get a different Jeanette Salazar. You'll get a much more focused Jeanette. You'll get the version of me that has probably never been seen before. A much, much more fierce, more angry version...a version that, quite frankly, you won't know how to handle or beat" I say, pausing only briefly to let out a sigh and take in a breath. "In the end though, come Sunday night Angela...no matter how hard you try, how much you pray or believe...how much you hope or wish...you will not beat me. I will still walk out the WGEF Women's Champion. Jeanette Salazar's reign is long from over, darling...Sunday night, you're merely a stepping stone for me, a stepping stone to becoming thee fucking greatest thing in this company...ever. I'll get there, you're just an obsticle that I have to overcome...and you're barely even an obsticle. You are merely a warm-up match to a new chapter in my life. As you've always been for many other female wrestlers careers here in WGEF...including Tappy. And just like Tappy, I'll beat your ass, pin you for the one, the two, and the three" I use my fingers to signify the numbers "and retain my WGEF Women's Championship belt. Sunday is more then just a match to me now...Sunday's become a chance to give you a lesson, a learning experience...a mini-quiz, if you will. Sunday is my chance to once again shine, and I'm not about to let you stand in my way. Not even for a milisecond! Sunday is Civil War and Sunday is the closest you will ever be, to becoming the WGEF Women's Champion...I can guarantee you that, sweetie. Good luck, you're gonna need it..." I said, as I remove the microphone that was attached to my shirt. Standing from the seat, I hold my championship belt in my hand and walk out of the camera's view. All that is left to be seen is an empty chair...the chair I was previously seated in. Angela Stewart was cocky, she was "ready" -- or so she thought, but was she really? Was she really ready for what was in store for her from yours truly? I was -- am -- unlike any challenge she has ever or will ever have in her entire career. And this Sunday is not her time to become the WGEF Women's Champion...WGEF already has a champion they can be proud of, they have me. And I refuse to relinquish, let go of, lose or vacate this belt without a fight. It simply won't happen, I won't allow it. Sunday was a war....and it was a war that I had full intentions, every intention, on winning.