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Kenzie's Thoughts // It wasn't as if I were new to the games that were played in this industry. Hell, I'd become quite content with playing a majority of them myself. And 99.9 percent of the time, I came out on top of it all. In the end, I've earned me a momentous amount of respect in the industry, which is much more then can be said for so many others, including my opponent for Anarchy. The bitch had her claim to fame well over a year ago, when she waltzed into the company and proved that she could be someone, that she was someone. And just like that, she gave it all up and for what? To go to Japan and 'better herself'. Yeah, a lot of damn good that did her ass, she's still this medicore, chump inside that squared circle that I call home. And what's worse is, it's her fault that the rest of us are having to put up with the tyrany of Lucky Monaco-Cage and this so called "reign" she calls. Reign, pfft. The only reason Lucky's managed to stay champion as long as she has, is for two reasons...one of which is so much more important then the other. The first being, she really knows how to suck a good dick. With her wrestling skills -- or lack there of -- that's the only reason she's managed to become and stay champion for as long as she has. There really is no other answer to it, there is no other way to look at it. Her mediocre skills managed to swing her by on a whim of chances and lucky opportunities -- no pun intended. And that's exactly what led to her year long reign; luck. If I've said it once, I'll say it a million times, when you live on luck, it runs out eventually. Me, I don't have to live on, rely on or base my career on luck. I've faced the 'best' and beaten the 'best' to become the top notch fucking bitch that this industry has to offer. A Messiah of Female Wrestling, I know exactly how it feels to be at the very top and I am not about to let some skank looking, rat-faced bitch get in the way of me accomplishing that dream again. Kylie Mackenzie proved once before, that she could be champion and let that go for a 'better' opportunity. Is that who Orton really wants to rely on to better this company and it's Women's Division? Really? A woman that's as reliable as a two dollar whore. Or would he rather have someone with the potential to not only bring this division out of the slumps that it's fallen into, but re-revolutionize it? I have all the power in the world to walk into this company and take it by storm, all the athleticism that a person can have, to walk in and take any and every championship that I could possibly want, without even breaking a sweat, and I have an equivalent amount of talent as every person signed to this company combined, to make me a fucking Hall of Famer and legend in the eyes of UPW. I've done it once and I will certainly do it over and over...and over and over again. It's not a matter of whether or not I can do it though, it's a matter of when I can do it. And, that starts at UPW's next pay-per-view event. After Saturday Night Anarchy, after I beat Kylie Mackenzie for the second time in a row, I will move on to face Lucky Monaco-Cage for her precious, precious little UPW Women's Championship belt and I will take it from her, as God is my witness. There is nothing that Lucky, that Kylie or that any other person in this company can do to stop the wrath of holy hell I intend on unleashing, to get to where I want to be; on the very top of the fucking mountain. Hell, I don't just want to be at the top of the mountain, I want to be the mountain. The female that all others are constantly compared to, but can never match. As a brilliant mind once said; often imitated but never duplicated, that is me. And, after I take care of my light weight tonight, that being Kylie Mackenzie, then I can take care of the chunkier weight...that being Lucky Monaco-Cage. And this time next month, you will be looking at a brand-fucking-new Women's Champion for Ultimate Pro Wrestling...you will be looking at me, as the reigning Queen of the Women's Division. And that, is not just a promise or a guarantee, it's a fucking proclamation from the Messiah. \\ End Thoughts   It was half past the hour, when Anarchy returned from it's commerical break. There was something different about this Saturday night then any other, there was so much more riding on the line on this night then most others, at least for one person specifically. She was about an hour away from her second match in a three match series against Kylie Mackenzie. If she managed to win this round -- as many in UPW and around the world thought she would, including herself -- she would be named the automatic new number one contender for the UPW Women's Championship...she would get a guaranteed match against Lucky Monaco-Cage for Lucky's championship belt. However, if Kylie managed to pull the upset and a win over Mackenzie, they would be tied at one a piece, and would have to face off one last time, the winner of that match would then be named the new number one contender. At this point, it was a foregone conclusion, almost. Kylie Mackenzie's efforts for this match were so far gone, that not even God himself would be able to save her and bring her back to good standing. At this point, it was pretty much a solid win for Mackenzie, at least, that's what she, Brendon, Raychelle and half the world thought. Were they, by any means, underestimating Kylie as a performer, a wrestler or a possible champion contender? No, not at all. But, at the same time, they did take a look at her track record, they did glance at her position in the company back then and her position in the company now, including her pisspoor performance last week against Mackenzie. If Kylie thought that her lack in effort, her ignorant remarks towards Mackenzie and her credible career were going to give her some sort of advantage in the match, if she thought they were going to help her in any way, shape or form, then she was sadly mistaken. She was, infact, in for a rude awakening.   As she paced on the inside of her lockerroom, Mackenzie's thoughts were on nothing else but her match tonight against Kylie. She wanted nothing more, then to defeat Kylie for a second time in a row, and get an automatic shot at the UPW Women's Championship belt and Lucky Monaco-Cage. Mackenzie knew that she could beath both Lucky and Kylie. She proved that against Kylie last week, this week it was the same story for a new week. She'd stopped pacing from time to time, checking her cell phone at random points and thinking over a plan that was well devised, as far as her match is concerned anyway. It was, after all, only a few short days ago that she named herself the Messiah of Women's Wrestling...which was probably a huge, huge ego boast for Mackenzie, but then again look at her...were you really expecting any less? Did she have a lot on her mind, with regards to the UPW Women's Champion, the belt itself and her match against Kylie? Most certainly, especially after Kylie's very disrespectful comments towards her person and her career -- a career that she worked damn hard to get. As if she knew anything about Mackenzie Adams to judge her or her career. The only thing she knew for certain, about Mackenzie, was that she was a royal bitch. That was something that Mackenzie would admint to at any time on any day. She was a proud bitch, a respected bitch, in fact. And now, she was not only going to beat Kylie Mackenzie to have a shot at the Women's Title, but she would be beating the respect out of Kylie. That was something that Mackenzie decided, after seeing the video footage that was shipped to her, regarding Kylie's statements. As Mackenzie paced, there was a knock at the door which she first ignored, letting out a sigh. She didn't have time for anyone to disturb her now, she was in a zone, she was focused. She wanted nothing more then to beat Kylie Mackenzie to a bloody pulp, to leave her a vile pile in the center of her ring...the blood oozing from any part of her body that it could. Mackenzie wanted to retire Kylie now...or, at least injure her severely. A second time, there was a knock at the door and, that's when Mackenzie had had enough. She let out an ear piercing scream, before storming to the door. Wrapping her very delicate hand around the knob to the lockerroom that she and Brendon shared. She turned the knob slowly and pulled open the door, looking into the hallway as a petite female came into her focal point. Mackenzie stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind her, an extremely irritated look on her face as she starred at the female -- her personal assistant, Pamela Jones.   "Pamela, what the hell are you doing?!" She asked, with an irritated sigh escaping her lips. "I thought that I told you never to disrupt me when I'm focused and ready to kick some ass. Do you realize that I could've opened that door and unleashed a wrath of pure brutality on you?! Jesus woman, I pay you to assist...you are not assisting me!" I said, starring at her. "I'm sorry Mackenzie. I just wanted to let you know that Kylie finally showed up. So, unfortunately, she's not going to show like you and Brendon were betting. Looks like you owe him fifty bucks." She said, letting out a light chuckle. If there was nothing more that I hated, it was having to admit any time Brendon was right. He's the type of man that would hold it over your head for as long as he could. Luckily enough for me, I had the counter to that, sex. Hold it over my head and irritate me enough, and you get no booty Mr. Lennix. How 'bout them apples?! A smirk crept across my face slightly, as I laughed and looked at Pamela as I shook my head. "Pamela, Pamela, Pamela...I don't pay you to think, now do I?!" I asked, the smile being quickly removed from my face. "This is one of the few times in Brendon and my history that he actually manages to be right. I'll give him this one and the fifty bucks, you can rest assured that no money will be exchanging hands. I've got the goods that he wants and needs, he'll bypass fifty dollars for a piece of ass. And, after I beat Kylie Mackenzie tonight, he will get as many pieces as he wants. That I can promise you. So, it's best if you just stay away from the room tonight" I said, with a smile. "As far as Kylie Mackenzie goes, good...I'm glad she showed up. But in the end, it'll be a squash match just like it was last week. The bitch ran off to Japan to 'better' herself and only came back worse then she was before, as if that were even possible...apparantly it is...and not only that Pammy, but she's managed to really piss me the fuck off. That does not bold well for her at all" I said, rolling my eyes in complete annoyance. An okay or happy Mackenzie is one person to deal with in the ring, but an angry, upset, pissed off and hell-bound Mackenzie Adams is someone that I can promise, Kylie would never want to deal with. "Whether she showed or not, you are looking at the new number one contender for Lucky Monaco-Cage and her precious little championship belt and, you are looking at the woman that will become the new UPW Women's Champion" I said, with a smirk on my face. "But Kenz, what if she does happen to beat you tonight? I mean, I know it's a fluke....a chance that's like a dime a dozen but, what if she does be..." before she could even finish the sentence, I stopped her. "Never, ever utter those words around me again, Pamela" I said, my eyes closing, peircing a whole right through her skin. "In this business, there are no what if's. There are no could'a been's, should'a been's or would'a beens. In this business, I am the bitch that you have to beat, to be declared the fucking best and in that ring, Kylie Mackenzie simply cannot do it. She had her chance to prove that last week, she had a chance to start of her big 'return' right last week...and she failed. Just like she'll fail again tonight. I play on people's weaknesses and I know that her main weakness, is herself. She trips over her own words, that was made abunduntly clear in that piece of crap video package that UPW Management sent me, for this match. You know, the one that Brendy and I critiqued the other day, ate popcorn while watching and laughed at, hysterically. You know the video I'm talking about, we were practically fucking crying when we watched it...crying out of laughter, of course. Trust me Pamela, there is no what if in this situation. I will be walking out of that ring tonight, that match tonight, the new number one contender for the UPW Women's Championship match. Period, the end!" I said, with a smirk still on my face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got very important business to tend to, and you're not needed" I said, pushing her out of the way. As I walked down the hallway, the scene faded into a commercial break, Pamela looking down at the ground before walking into the lockerroom that she was allowed in, seeing as she was my personal assistant and all.   Almost twenty minutes later, now about forty minutes away from only my second match in my UPW career, the camera's returned from a commercial break. We witnessed another match and a tyrad by the very pregnant Addison Monaco. Now, are we really sure this whore is pregnant by Orton? There's really no telling what's been in and out of her cave. Unlike Addison, I have had only two relationships in my career, one with Matthew of over three years and the one I am currently in, with Brendon that has been almost two years now...on the brink of two years, in fact. And, for anyone that might want to try and use that as some sort of a insult to me, should really make sure they know exactly what they are talking about, as opposed to talking out of their asses, and making them sound, seem and act as stupid as humanly possible. Annnyway, as I marched through the hallways, I was stopped by one of the UPW backstage male interviewers, a microphone was already in his hand. Nick Thompson held a black clipboard in his hand, clutching it tightly and with the other hand, a microphone with the UPW logo stamped across it. He stepped in front of Mackenzie, stopping her from walking past him in hopes of getting a word in with her, prior to her match. "Mackenzie...Mackenzie" he said, as he stood in front of her. "Can I have a few words with you?" he asked, looking deep into her gorgeous hazelnut colored eyes. "Fine" I replied, letting out a sigh. "Last week, you pulled out a victory over the gutsy Kylie Mackenzie, who was the first UPW Women's Champion. In this encantation of the feud between you two, it's a No Disqualification bout. Judging by what she's said about you previously, do you think that she'd have any merrit in saying that the company would be better off not displaying your natural skill and ability in it's highest regards?" he asked, as he held out the microphone to my lips. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Not displaying my talents? Are you serious? Kylie Mackenzie has no merrit in breathing, let alone stating who's talents should and should not be displayed. Those statements, that pisspoor attempt in getting inside my head, were all coming from a woman that's a worse fuck up in the ring then Jeff Hardy. She made a statement a year ago, when she walked around with the UPW Women's Championship belt around her waist. She had her time to shine and she definitely did a fairly okay job at it. She managed to score a good push back then, she was the first to ever hold that belt and she went and fucked it all up when she left for Japan. And, not like that did her any good because she came back and she's still as cheap and as sucky as she was back then. Now, she wants to sit there and call someone about on their natural skills and abilities but, where are hers? Certainly not around last week when I kicked her ass and shoved my foot so far up her ass, she had toes for teeth. And much like I did last week, I will do it again this week to. To be quite frank, Nick, Kylie Mackenzie enjoys to hear herself talk. She'll say whatever she can to hear her voice...she'll talk out of her ass if she could. Wait, wait, she's already done that. She'll do what it takes to get into my head but, as you can see, that's failed. All she's managed to do, was awaken a sleeping dragon and I have every intention on making that bitch bleed tonight during our match. No rules, no disqualifications, no boundries means total fucking domination. Now, she wants to sit there and say the shit that she said, here's a little tidbit for her, if I had no talent, no skill, no abilities...then how the hell did I become a multi-timed Champion. And not did I become a mult-timed champion, but I managed to take over an entire company, making it my own. Not even the members of management, the board or any of the "higher ups" could control or stop me. I retired three championship belts and I won damn near every title that the company had to offer except two. If that doesn't make me great, then what the fuck does it make me? It certainly makes me twenty times better then she is or ever will be. This bitch has done one thing that's even worth mentioning in her entire career. I've got more global accomplishments on my record then damn near everyone in this entire company, that's what makes me better, that's what makes me talented, skilled and fucking able to beat her ass six ways from Sunday. And, most importantly, that's what gives me the leverage to beat her ass tonight in our No Disqualification match. And after tonight, I will be the brand new number one contender and, within a matter of weeks the new Women's Champion. Kylie's merely a stepping stone for me, that's all she ever will be here. Her precious little come back is going to be short lived and completely bogus...kind of like her; unimportant and full of shit!" I said, with a smirk on my face as I starred directly into the camera, knowing that somehow, somewhere Kylie was listening to the feed.   "Assuming you do make it to the Women's Championship match, what can the fans and Lucky expect to see from you in this big time match that would certainly turn heads and bring attention to the both of you?" he asked, as he, again, brought the microphone back to my mouth. "What they've always seen from me, the absolute fucking best. Nick, if you got your head out of your ass for even the slightest of seconds, and happened to look back at my career record, then you'd be able to answer your own question. When I was in IWE, I won every big momentum match that I was ever placed in. I held, and still do hold, an undefeated winning streak at pay-per-view events and big push matches. I am naturally good at bringing attention to myself, to getting my own push, to making my name stand out the most. I have a reputation of taking people to fame with me. Lucky's kept her name in the limelight for long enough. And most of the time it is because she's a bottom feeding whore. But this time, when I get ahold of her, it'll be because she got her ass kicked by the one bitch that she can't beat...me. I go out there day in and day out putting my everything into every match that I have, tonight will be no different just like my match against Lucky will be no different. And that, that reason right there, is exactly why I am the one that makes people famous, that brings attention to people...especially myself. And, not to be all cliche and steal a line from the Undertaker but, it's one hundred percent fucking true. I did it for Hannah Brooks, J-Max, Christina Spencer and her shithole, sucky ass husband Stephen...Samuel...whatever the hell his name is. It's what I do, Nick...it's a part of who I am. People just need to learn how to accept it, how to deal with it" I replied, another confident smirk on my face. He nodded, ready to move on to the next question he had. "Mackenzie, with the recent occurance between you, Kylie, and Lucky, how do you feel about the edict that Lucky threw out to both of you? Is she hiding something? Does she feel as though she'd be better off finding out who'd be the better out of you two to face? Do you think that she legitimately believes that she wants both of you to pay your dues?" he asked, as his attention turned back to me again. "A part of me wants to say yes and give her some credit, but then I remember she's nothing more then a blonde hag, and it reminds me...she doesn't have the amount of brain capacity needed to think up any of that on her own" I said, with a smirk on my face. "Does she think we need to pay our dues? Yeah, but not in ways that are beneficial to the division or the company, but in ways that are beneficial to her. As long as there is no new contender named, no one to challenge her for the belt, she' safe, she has nothing to worry about, she can continue to clutch onto her precious piece of gold for a little longer. The moment a new challenger, a new contender is named, she knows she's in deep shit. Especially if that contender is me. And that, dear Nick, is exactly what she's going to have to start getting used to now. After tonight, I will be the number one contender and I will be challenging her for her precious little belt, and I will be taking it. You see Nick, Lucky will do and say anything she needs to, to keep her belt for as long as humanly possible. She'd push me and Kylie out of a plane and into a fire pit if it meant she could continue to be the champion for a little longer. Fortunately enough for us, that'll never happen. Her ass just isn't that psychotic. Unfortunately for Lucky -- and Kylie -- I'm in a no disqualification match and looking to start my career in UPW off with an amazing bang. It's sad that Kylie's the one I have to use as a starting example but eh, she'll get over it. It's not like she's going to really accomplish anything in this industry ever again anyway" I said, with a light chuckle, looking at him. "And for my final question, Mackenzie; do you believe that upper management should be listening to the fans as opposed to the champion, who is ironically in charge of running the entire division that she's number one in? Because from what we've heard from the fans, they're starting to look to you, specifically, as someone who'd be the best option to take the title away from her" he asked, which seemed to have brought a huge smile to Mackenzie's face. "Nick, I have to give you credit. You've finally asked a question that actually is worth answering. Yes, upper management should listen to these fans" she said, as the fans that were listening on went into an uproar of cheers, some even starting a chant for Mackenzie. "I may be a heinous bitch, I'll be the first to admit that and I am damn fucking proud of it. But everything I say back here, everything I say anywhere at any time, I always back up inside that ring. I do my very best to prove my complete dominance in that very ring every time I step inside of it. I've proven that time and time again. This time, it's not about proving my worth or my skill in the ring. This time, it's just about kicking someone's ass and getting what I want. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for and absolutely no time left for this bullshit. Let's just hope that after this match, Kylie can still walk out and upper management will do the right thing by these fans and this division, and stop craddling Lucky as if she were a fucking baby. We all already know she's nothing more then a chicken shit...maybe when they see me dominate over Kylie, it'll restore some faith i nthem, for this division" I said, as I pushed Nick aside and walked past him. I simply headed back to my locker room to change into my ring attire for my match, which was no more then fifteen minutes away. I was excited and rightfully so...I was on my way to reclaiming my throne as the top bitch in wrestling. The Empress was definitely back and better then ever...poor Kylie Mackenzie was the one getting the brute end of the deal but, hey, that's what happens when you're up against the best...when you're up against Mackenzie Adams. TO BE CONTINUED BY ABSOLUTELY NO ONE!

Title of Masterpiece: ||: another one bites the dust. anarchy series. Mentionables: Read it and see ;) Record: 022.002.001 OOC: okay so here is my second. i am so very sorry that it's up so late, i've been having so much trouble with these roleplay series for days. so i just managed to get this one done and i mean just barely get it done. so my apologies to management and to heather. i really try not to post late like this, but with school and everything, i've just been so preoccupied. good luck to heather, no offense and again, i am so sorry for the late posting. it will never happen again. hopefully i can get back into kenzie like i did last week. grr! oh and also, its rushed and it totally sucks...i wanted it up before deadline, way before but as you can see, that didn't happen. again, sorry and please forgive me. i promise they will be better for the next match. promise!

Kenzie's Thoughts // It wasn't as if I were new to the games that were played in this industry. Hell, I'd become quite content with playing a majority of them myself. And 99.9 percent of the time, I came out on top of it all. In the end, I've earned me a momentous amount of respect in the industry, which is much more then can be said for so many others, including my opponent for Anarchy. The bitch had her claim to fame well over a year ago, when she waltzed into the company and proved that she could be someone, that she was someone. And just like that, she gave it all up and for what? To go to Japan and 'better herself'. Yeah, a lot of damn good that did her ass, she's still this medicore, chump inside that squared circle that I call home. And what's worse is, it's her fault that the rest of us are having to put up with the tyrany of Lucky Monaco-Cage and this so called "reign" she calls. Reign, pfft. The only reason Lucky's managed to stay champion as long as she has, is for two reasons...one of which is so much more important then the other. The first being, she really knows how to suck a good dick. With her wrestling skills -- or lack there of -- that's the only reason she's managed to become and stay champion for as long as she has. There really is no other answer to it, there is no other way to look at it. Her mediocre skills managed to swing her by on a whim of chances and lucky opportunities -- no pun intended. And that's exactly what led to her year long reign; luck. If I've said it once, I'll say it a million times, when you live on luck, it runs out eventually. Me, I don't have to live on, rely on or base my career on luck. I've faced the 'best' and beaten the 'best' to become the top notch fucking bitch that this industry has to offer. A Messiah of Female Wrestling, I know exactly how it feels to be at the very top and I am not about to let some skank looking, rat-faced bitch get in the way of me accomplishing that dream again. Kylie Mackenzie proved once before, that she could be champion and let that go for a 'better' opportunity. Is that who Orton really wants to rely on to better this company and it's Women's Division? Really? A woman that's as reliable as a two dollar whore. Or would he rather have someone with the potential to not only bring this division out of the slumps that it's fallen into, but re-revolutionize it? I have all the power in the world to walk into this company and take it by storm, all the athleticism that a person can have, to walk in and take any and every championship that I could possibly want, without even breaking a sweat, and I have an equivalent amount of talent as every person signed to this company combined, to make me a fucking Hall of Famer and legend in the eyes of UPW. I've done it once and I will certainly do it over and over...and over and over again. It's not a matter of whether or not I can do it though, it's a matter of when I can do it. And, that starts at UPW's next pay-per-view event. After Saturday Night Anarchy, after I beat Kylie Mackenzie for the second time in a row, I will move on to face Lucky Monaco-Cage for her precious, precious little UPW Women's Championship belt and I will take it from her, as God is my witness. There is nothing that Lucky, that Kylie or that any other person in this company can do to stop the wrath of holy hell I intend on unleashing, to get to where I want to be; on the very top of the fucking mountain. Hell, I don't just want to be at the top of the mountain, I want to be the mountain. The female that all others are constantly compared to, but can never match. As a brilliant mind once said; often imitated but never duplicated, that is me. And, after I take care of my light weight tonight, that being Kylie Mackenzie, then I can take care of the chunkier weight...that being Lucky Monaco-Cage. And this time next month, you will be looking at a brand-fucking-new Women's Champion for Ultimate Pro Wrestling...you will be looking at me, as the reigning Queen of the Women's Division. And that, is not just a promise or a guarantee, it's a fucking proclamation from the Messiah. \\ End Thoughts   It was half past the hour, when Anarchy returned from it's commerical break. There was something different about this Saturday night then any other, there was so much more riding on the line on this night then most others, at least for one person specifically. She was about an hour away from her second match in a three match series against Kylie Mackenzie. If she managed to win this round -- as many in UPW and around the world thought she would, including herself -- she would be named the automatic new number one contender for the UPW Women's Championship...she would get a guaranteed match against Lucky Monaco-Cage for Lucky's championship belt. However, if Kylie managed to pull the upset and a win over Mackenzie, they would be tied at one a piece, and would have to face off one last time, the winner of that match would then be named the new number one contender. At this point, it was a foregone conclusion, almost. Kylie Mackenzie's efforts for this match were so far gone, that not even God himself would be able to save her and bring her back to good standing. At this point, it was pretty much a solid win for Mackenzie, at least, that's what she, Brendon, Raychelle and half the world thought. Were they, by any means, underestimating Kylie as a performer, a wrestler or a possible champion contender? No, not at all. But, at the same time, they did take a look at her track record, they did glance at her position in the company back then and her position in the company now, including her pisspoor performance last week against Mackenzie. If Kylie thought that her lack in effort, her ignorant remarks towards Mackenzie and her credible career were going to give her some sort of advantage in the match, if she thought they were going to help her in any way, shape or form, then she was sadly mistaken. She was, infact, in for a rude awakening.   As she paced on the inside of her lockerroom, Mackenzie's thoughts were on nothing else but her match tonight against Kylie. She wanted nothing more, then to defeat Kylie for a second time in a row, and get an automatic shot at the UPW Women's Championship belt and Lucky Monaco-Cage. Mackenzie knew that she could beath both Lucky and Kylie. She proved that against Kylie last week, this week it was the same story for a new week. She'd stopped pacing from time to time, checking her cell phone at random points and thinking over a plan that was well devised, as far as her match is concerned anyway. It was, after all, only a few short days ago that she named herself the Messiah of Women's Wrestling...which was probably a huge, huge ego boast for Mackenzie, but then again look at her...were you really expecting any less? Did she have a lot on her mind, with regards to the UPW Women's Champion, the belt itself and her match against Kylie? Most certainly, especially after Kylie's very disrespectful comments towards her person and her career -- a career that she worked damn hard to get. As if she knew anything about Mackenzie Adams to judge her or her career. The only thing she knew for certain, about Mackenzie, was that she was a royal bitch. That was something that Mackenzie would admint to at any time on any day. She was a proud bitch, a respected bitch, in fact. And now, she was not only going to beat Kylie Mackenzie to have a shot at the Women's Title, but she would be beating the respect out of Kylie. That was something that Mackenzie decided, after seeing the video footage that was shipped to her, regarding Kylie's statements. As Mackenzie paced, there was a knock at the door which she first ignored, letting out a sigh. She didn't have time for anyone to disturb her now, she was in a zone, she was focused. She wanted nothing more then to beat Kylie Mackenzie to a bloody pulp, to leave her a vile pile in the center of her ring...the blood oozing from any part of her body that it could. Mackenzie wanted to retire Kylie now...or, at least injure her severely. A second time, there was a knock at the door and, that's when Mackenzie had had enough. She let out an ear piercing scream, before storming to the door. Wrapping her very delicate hand around the knob to the lockerroom that she and Brendon shared. She turned the knob slowly and pulled open the door, looking into the hallway as a petite female came into her focal point. Mackenzie stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind her, an extremely irritated look on her face as she starred at the female -- her personal assistant, Pamela Jones.   "Pamela, what the hell are you doing?!" She asked, with an irritated sigh escaping her lips. "I thought that I told you never to disrupt me when I'm focused and ready to kick some ass. Do you realize that I could've opened that door and unleashed a wrath of pure brutality on you?! Jesus woman, I pay you to assist...you are not assisting me!" I said, starring at her. "I'm sorry Mackenzie. I just wanted to let you know that Kylie finally showed up. So, unfortunately, she's not going to show like you and Brendon were betting. Looks like you owe him fifty bucks." She said, letting out a light chuckle. If there was nothing more that I hated, it was having to admit any time Brendon was right. He's the type of man that would hold it over your head for as long as he could. Luckily enough for me, I had the counter to that, sex. Hold it over my head and irritate me enough, and you get no booty Mr. Lennix. How 'bout them apples?! A smirk crept across my face slightly, as I laughed and looked at Pamela as I shook my head. "Pamela, Pamela, Pamela...I don't pay you to think, now do I?!" I asked, the smile being quickly removed from my face. "This is one of the few times in Brendon and my history that he actually manages to be right. I'll give him this one and the fifty bucks, you can rest assured that no money will be exchanging hands. I've got the goods that he wants and needs, he'll bypass fifty dollars for a piece of ass. And, after I beat Kylie Mackenzie tonight, he will get as many pieces as he wants. That I can promise you. So, it's best if you just stay away from the room tonight" I said, with a smile. "As far as Kylie Mackenzie goes, good...I'm glad she showed up. But in the end, it'll be a squash match just like it was last week. The bitch ran off to Japan to 'better' herself and only came back worse then she was before, as if that were even possible...apparantly it is...and not only that Pammy, but she's managed to really piss me the fuck off. That does not bold well for her at all" I said, rolling my eyes in complete annoyance. An okay or happy Mackenzie is one person to deal with in the ring, but an angry, upset, pissed off and hell-bound Mackenzie Adams is someone that I can promise, Kylie would never want to deal with. "Whether she showed or not, you are looking at the new number one contender for Lucky Monaco-Cage and her precious little championship belt and, you are looking at the woman that will become the new UPW Women's Champion" I said, with a smirk on my face. "But Kenz, what if she does happen to beat you tonight? I mean, I know it's a fluke....a chance that's like a dime a dozen but, what if she does be..." before she could even finish the sentence, I stopped her. "Never, ever utter those words around me again, Pamela" I said, my eyes closing, peircing a whole right through her skin. "In this business, there are no what if's. There are no could'a been's, should'a been's or would'a beens. In this business, I am the bitch that you have to beat, to be declared the fucking best and in that ring, Kylie Mackenzie simply cannot do it. She had her chance to prove that last week, she had a chance to start of her big 'return' right last week...and she failed. Just like she'll fail again tonight. I play on people's weaknesses and I know that her main weakness, is herself. She trips over her own words, that was made abunduntly clear in that piece of crap video package that UPW Management sent me, for this match. You know, the one that Brendy and I critiqued the other day, ate popcorn while watching and laughed at, hysterically. You know the video I'm talking about, we were practically fucking crying when we watched it...crying out of laughter, of course. Trust me Pamela, there is no what if in this situation. I will be walking out of that ring tonight, that match tonight, the new number one contender for the UPW Women's Championship match. Period, the end!" I said, with a smirk still on my face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got very important business to tend to, and you're not needed" I said, pushing her out of the way. As I walked down the hallway, the scene faded into a commercial break, Pamela looking down at the ground before walking into the lockerroom that she was allowed in, seeing as she was my personal assistant and all.   Almost twenty minutes later, now about forty minutes away from only my second match in my UPW career, the camera's returned from a commercial break. We witnessed another match and a tyrad by the very pregnant Addison Monaco. Now, are we really sure this whore is pregnant by Orton? There's really no telling what's been in and out of her cave. Unlike Addison, I have had only two relationships in my career, one with Matthew of over three years and the one I am currently in, with Brendon that has been almost two years now...on the brink of two years, in fact. And, for anyone that might want to try and use that as some sort of a insult to me, should really make sure they know exactly what they are talking about, as opposed to talking out of their asses, and making them sound, seem and act as stupid as humanly possible. Annnyway, as I marched through the hallways, I was stopped by one of the UPW backstage male interviewers, a microphone was already in his hand. Nick Thompson held a black clipboard in his hand, clutching it tightly and with the other hand, a microphone with the UPW logo stamped across it. He stepped in front of Mackenzie, stopping her from walking past him in hopes of getting a word in with her, prior to her match. "Mackenzie...Mackenzie" he said, as he stood in front of her. "Can I have a few words with you?" he asked, looking deep into her gorgeous hazelnut colored eyes. "Fine" I replied, letting out a sigh. "Last week, you pulled out a victory over the gutsy Kylie Mackenzie, who was the first UPW Women's Champion. In this encantation of the feud between you two, it's a No Disqualification bout. Judging by what she's said about you previously, do you think that she'd have any merrit in saying that the company would be better off not displaying your natural skill and ability in it's highest regards?" he asked, as he held out the microphone to my lips. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Not displaying my talents? Are you serious? Kylie Mackenzie has no merrit in breathing, let alone stating who's talents should and should not be displayed. Those statements, that pisspoor attempt in getting inside my head, were all coming from a woman that's a worse fuck up in the ring then Jeff Hardy. She made a statement a year ago, when she walked around with the UPW Women's Championship belt around her waist. She had her time to shine and she definitely did a fairly okay job at it. She managed to score a good push back then, she was the first to ever hold that belt and she went and fucked it all up when she left for Japan. And, not like that did her any good because she came back and she's still as cheap and as sucky as she was back then. Now, she wants to sit there and call someone about on their natural skills and abilities but, where are hers? Certainly not around last week when I kicked her ass and shoved my foot so far up her ass, she had toes for teeth. And much like I did last week, I will do it again this week to. To be quite frank, Nick, Kylie Mackenzie enjoys to hear herself talk. She'll say whatever she can to hear her voice...she'll talk out of her ass if she could. Wait, wait, she's already done that. She'll do what it takes to get into my head but, as you can see, that's failed. All she's managed to do, was awaken a sleeping dragon and I have every intention on making that bitch bleed tonight during our match. No rules, no disqualifications, no boundries means total fucking domination. Now, she wants to sit there and say the shit that she said, here's a little tidbit for her, if I had no talent, no skill, no abilities...then how the hell did I become a multi-timed Champion. And not did I become a mult-timed champion, but I managed to take over an entire company, making it my own. Not even the members of management, the board or any of the "higher ups" could control or stop me. I retired three championship belts and I won damn near every title that the company had to offer except two. If that doesn't make me great, then what the fuck does it make me? It certainly makes me twenty times better then she is or ever will be. This bitch has done one thing that's even worth mentioning in her entire career. I've got more global accomplishments on my record then damn near everyone in this entire company, that's what makes me better, that's what makes me talented, skilled and fucking able to beat her ass six ways from Sunday. And, most importantly, that's what gives me the leverage to beat her ass tonight in our No Disqualification match. And after tonight, I will be the brand new number one contender and, within a matter of weeks the new Women's Champion. Kylie's merely a stepping stone for me, that's all she ever will be here. Her precious little come back is going to be short lived and completely bogus...kind of like her; unimportant and full of shit!" I said, with a smirk on my face as I starred directly into the camera, knowing that somehow, somewhere Kylie was listening to the feed.   "Assuming you do make it to the Women's Championship match, what can the fans and Lucky expect to see from you in this big time match that would certainly turn heads and bring attention to the both of you?" he asked, as he, again, brought the microphone back to my mouth. "What they've always seen from me, the absolute fucking best. Nick, if you got your head out of your ass for even the slightest of seconds, and happened to look back at my career record, then you'd be able to answer your own question. When I was in IWE, I won every big momentum match that I was ever placed in. I held, and still do hold, an undefeated winning streak at pay-per-view events and big push matches. I am naturally good at bringing attention to myself, to getting my own push, to making my name stand out the most. I have a reputation of taking people to fame with me. Lucky's kept her name in the limelight for long enough. And most of the time it is because she's a bottom feeding whore. But this time, when I get ahold of her, it'll be because she got her ass kicked by the one bitch that she can't beat...me. I go out there day in and day out putting my everything into every match that I have, tonight will be no different just like my match against Lucky will be no different. And that, that reason right there, is exactly why I am the one that makes people famous, that brings attention to people...especially myself. And, not to be all cliche and steal a line from the Undertaker but, it's one hundred percent fucking true. I did it for Hannah Brooks, J-Max, Christina Spencer and her shithole, sucky ass husband Stephen...Samuel...whatever the hell his name is. It's what I do, Nick...it's a part of who I am. People just need to learn how to accept it, how to deal with it" I replied, another confident smirk on my face. He nodded, ready to move on to the next question he had. "Mackenzie, with the recent occurance between you, Kylie, and Lucky, how do you feel about the edict that Lucky threw out to both of you? Is she hiding something? Does she feel as though she'd be better off finding out who'd be the better out of you two to face? Do you think that she legitimately believes that she wants both of you to pay your dues?" he asked, as his attention turned back to me again. "A part of me wants to say yes and give her some credit, but then I remember she's nothing more then a blonde hag, and it reminds me...she doesn't have the amount of brain capacity needed to think up any of that on her own" I said, with a smirk on my face. "Does she think we need to pay our dues? Yeah, but not in ways that are beneficial to the division or the company, but in ways that are beneficial to her. As long as there is no new contender named, no one to challenge her for the belt, she' safe, she has nothing to worry about, she can continue to clutch onto her precious piece of gold for a little longer. The moment a new challenger, a new contender is named, she knows she's in deep shit. Especially if that contender is me. And that, dear Nick, is exactly what she's going to have to start getting used to now. After tonight, I will be the number one contender and I will be challenging her for her precious little belt, and I will be taking it. You see Nick, Lucky will do and say anything she needs to, to keep her belt for as long as humanly possible. She'd push me and Kylie out of a plane and into a fire pit if it meant she could continue to be the champion for a little longer. Fortunately enough for us, that'll never happen. Her ass just isn't that psychotic. Unfortunately for Lucky -- and Kylie -- I'm in a no disqualification match and looking to start my career in UPW off with an amazing bang. It's sad that Kylie's the one I have to use as a starting example but eh, she'll get over it. It's not like she's going to really accomplish anything in this industry ever again anyway" I said, with a light chuckle, looking at him. "And for my final question, Mackenzie; do you believe that upper management should be listening to the fans as opposed to the champion, who is ironically in charge of running the entire division that she's number one in? Because from what we've heard from the fans, they're starting to look to you, specifically, as someone who'd be the best option to take the title away from her" he asked, which seemed to have brought a huge smile to Mackenzie's face. "Nick, I have to give you credit. You've finally asked a question that actually is worth answering. Yes, upper management should listen to these fans" she said, as the fans that were listening on went into an uproar of cheers, some even starting a chant for Mackenzie. "I may be a heinous bitch, I'll be the first to admit that and I am damn fucking proud of it. But everything I say back here, everything I say anywhere at any time, I always back up inside that ring. I do my very best to prove my complete dominance in that very ring every time I step inside of it. I've proven that time and time again. This time, it's not about proving my worth or my skill in the ring. This time, it's just about kicking someone's ass and getting what I want. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for and absolutely no time left for this bullshit. Let's just hope that after this match, Kylie can still walk out and upper management will do the right thing by these fans and this division, and stop craddling Lucky as if she were a fucking baby. We all already know she's nothing more then a chicken shit...maybe when they see me dominate over Kylie, it'll restore some faith i nthem, for this division" I said, as I pushed Nick aside and walked past him. I simply headed back to my locker room to change into my ring attire for my match, which was no more then fifteen minutes away. I was excited and rightfully so...I was on my way to reclaiming my throne as the top bitch in wrestling. The Empress was definitely back and better then ever...poor Kylie Mackenzie was the one getting the brute end of the deal but, hey, that's what happens when you're up against the best...when you're up against Mackenzie Adams. TO BE CONTINUED BY ABSOLUTELY NO ONE!