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. 'CAUSE I'M FLAWLESS. 'Cause I'm flawless I'll be rocking guiseppes up in the cutlass plus them ysl chicks wish they could touch this Fellas dishin out the Louis cause they love this Cause they want this It was Cruise Liner 5713 on it's way back to the Florida coastline. Coming back from the Bahama's was so relaxing and, for a Thursday night in January, the waeather seemed almost perfect. It wasn't too hate but, it wasn't too cold. Perhaps that was because, where we were coming from, the sun was shining, the weather was hot and it felt as though we were in the middle of summer. And, not to sound too cliche, but it really did seem like a Mid-Summer's night dream. As I let out a sigh, my head rested up against the rather plush, fluffy, very comfortable pillows that were along the headboard. I let out a second sigh, rolling over onto my side. A smile was stretched across my face, my eyes were closed, I was in a deep, peaceful slumber...one that, not even a tidal wave could probably wake me up from. Okay, maybe a tidal wave could, but you get the point. Kevin was on the opposite side of me, his arm rested over my side gently as he held me close to his body. We were completely wrapped in each other's bodies in the most cozy, loving of ways, the only thing sheilding anyone from walking in and seeing us in nothing more then our birthday suits, was the blankets that we were lying under. My gorgeous, auburn red hair was pulled back in a messy bun as some strands of hair managed to slip free of the hair tie, resting at the side of my face, rounding my gorgeous face. Even without make up, asleep and with my hair a complete mess, I was still a gorgeous creature. The clock in the room that was next to my end of the bed read three fifteen a.m. on this Thursday morning, just hours after boarding the cruise ship again, to head back to the states. It would take a day and a half to get back to the Florida coastline, so by mid Friday we would be back in the states. And from there, we would drive to Orlando to board a plane and head to Tokoyo, Japan for WGEF's first pay-per-view event of the year; Civil War. At Civil War, I was scheduled to face Angela Stewart, defending my prized Women's Championship belt against her lack of skill and actual talent. Anyone looking in on this match as an outsider -- whether you are a fan or a fellow wrestler -- could easily pick the winner, the final outcome. It was Jeanette Salazar all the way. There is a reason why she'd been nicknamed the Beautiful Phenomenon...and it wasn't because her bed skills were just overly impressive. And, despite the spew of lies that Angela wanted to dish out every chance she could, despite the many...many...many times that Angela made herself look, act and seem like nothing more then a dumb, desparate, ignorant sack of shit...she still failed in making Jeanette look like the weaker specimen in this contest. It was abunduntly clear why Jeanette was a champion...and not just a champion, but a two time champion. It definitely wasn't because of lack of natural ability, talent, skill or anything of that nature. That was the furthest thing from the truth that anyone could say...including someone as ignorant as the self-proclaimed Jamacian Beauty. And, dare we say it but...beauty from wear? Perhaps it's the mess that rests at the top of her head, that hair cut that makes her look like more of a man then Joanie 'Chyna' Laurer and Nicole Bass. Or, maybe it was that stick-figure body that proudly displayed her lack of curve. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because...when she was born and dropped from her mother's hands, she fell upon that tree. You know which tree I'm talking about. The ugly tree. And yes, dears, she hit every branch on the way down. But, we're not here to talk about or focus on the cunts downright ugliness. We're here to focus on her talent -- or lack there of. She'd made it clear that she wanted to dethrone Jeanette of her Women's Championship gold and put a new Queen at the top of the Women's Division. What she failed to realize, was that she was one of many that have tried and have failed to do so. And, just like those in the past, Angela would become just another statistic...another win for Jeanette Salazar. And, the saddest part about the entire situation, their placement on this huge pay-per-view card was pre-main event status and...it was all wasted on the minimal talents that Angela managed to possess. What was her most impressive move on her stats shit? From the looks of it, not a single one. Jeanette was not just a fully trained boxer and yoga instructor, she was skilled in jiu jitsu, kick boxing, martial arts, the "ufc" style of fight...as those three are more commonly referred -- and wrestling. All, of which, played a heavy impact on her match technique and skill in the ring. Not to mention she was trained by the absolute best to be the absolute best. Was Angela Stewart really prepared to face the dragon?...in a matter of speaking, anyway. Well, from all the shit she's been talking, yeah she was. But, in all honesty -- no she wasn't. The girl talked a great game, but when it came to backing that shit up, she was not so good at it. She's had all of four matches, at least...that's as many as I can remember...and out of them all I can remember her definitely winning one; to become the new number one contender. Sure, there may be others inserted here and there but, as far as I'm concerned, that's as far as my recollection can go. Simply because, Angela Stewart isn't worth the time or energy spent, to really take her seriously as a competitor or an opponent. At Civil War, I'd be making her my personal bitch...and that much, I was damn proud of. It was something I would definitely be taking pride in. Now, normally, I wasn't like this. But this time, this one occassion, I absolutely must be. Angela Stewart has managed to annoy me for the very last time. She's like that fly on the wall that you keep swatting and hitting, but the little fucker still just won't die. Well, Angela, as of this Sunday at Civil War...consider yourself and your wrestling career fucking dead! --------------------------------------------------- The owls cooed peacefully, as the darkness began to fall over the wooded territory. There was an eerie coldness about this area, that made even the spookiest of movies seem so unrealistic, so non-scary...so Seasame Street. And, for whatever reason, the colored eyes of these two, twin-like, very identicle owls had these burning bright yellow eyes. It sent a chill up and down my spine, as I slowly walked the brick paved road, watching my step and my surroundings. The wind blew in hast, that sent my skirt flying up some, but -- of course -- not high enough to show anything. What? Was I Marilyn Monroe?! I don't think so! My hair was split down the center, with a ponytail around each side of my head, red string wrapped around my hair keeping it in place and very light, very delicate curls. My gorgeous, healthy red hair was so long that even the curls couldn't take away in it's length. My eyes scanned the grounds around me, as I continued to walk, holding my little basket close ot my slender, very petite figure. Had I mentioned how scary things seemed, where I was? And the weirdest part of it all, was that I was completely and totally....lost. I had no idea where the hell I was, it definitely wasn't home. "Duchess" I said, as my adorable little black Yorkie -- named, of course, Duchess -- peeked it's little head out of the basket and looked at me, the tail wagging in joy and happiness, as the wind blew again. Each time the wind howled, it seemed to get more and more angry, more and more rough, more and more violent-like. It damn near blew me away, that's how bad it was here. "Duchess...I soooo don't think we're in Kansas anymore" I said, biting down on my bottom lip gingerly, as I continued to look around, walking in a circle, taking in the sights and sounds around me. I shook my head and looked back down at Duchess, letting out a sigh. "What are we gonna do, Duchess? I have no idea where we are and, apparantly, these creeptastic woods don't believe in cell phones because....I totally have no service out here. Like what the hell?! I have Verizon....where are the people? They are supposed to follow me everywhere!" I shouted, an irritated tone behind the words. And, just as I had done that, a fierce, roaring thunder blasted and filled the air. It was almost ground shaking, that's how fierce it was and it sent me jumping into the air -- higher then I ever thought I could. I let out a shriek as the thunder roared a second time, followed by a strike of lighting so bright, so dangerous, so scary....it struck so close to where Duchess and I were standing, that I couldn't help but run towards one of the trees -- despite what we've always been tought, to avoid trees during a lightning and thunder storm. I watched as the tree went up in a blaze of glory...quite literally...my mouth hung open in total amazement, my eyes were damn near hanging out of my eye sockets, held on merely by a single, slender piece of string-like skin. Disgusting image, right? I know! I shook my head in total disbelief as a cackle echoed through the air. And, before I could let out a scream a somewhat slender figured female appeared, as if it were out of the dead of night and came from out of no where. She clutched onto her wooden and straw broomstick, the cackle only seemed to get louder the closer she was to me. Quickly, I ducked behind a rather large, husky tree which covered my very petite body perfectly. I bit my lip, trying desparately to be as quiet as possible. With my index finger, I held it up to my lips as Duchess looked at me, pressing her precious little head against my shoulder, shaking in complete fear...I sent off the signal that it was time for us to be as quiet as possible and not so much as a movement would come from either of us, as we peered at this figure from behind the tree. Her face was covered in a disgusting, puke-green color and she wore a black gown that covered her entire body, from neck to ankle and a pointy black hat to complete the look, with pointy, stiletto black heels. Talk about some serious fashion sense with the shoes, right? But...could it be? Was it she? I thought, in my head as I bit down on my bottom lip a bit harder...the more nervous I became. And then, she turned around. It was her...it was the Wicked Witch of WGEF -- it was Angela Stewart, the green monster that would feast on people who were more talented then she, and would stupidly spew out whatever lie seemed to pop into that puiny little brain of hers. She looked around the wooded area, even the owls had gone into hiding the moment she appeared...she was all alone, or so she thought anyway. "Curse it! Curse that little bitch and her insesient dog too!" Wicked Angela screamed out, as she stood by the tree that was all a-blaaze. "I should've killed her when I had the chance" she said, as she snapped her fingers. And, as if it were magic, the tree that was blazing high went out slowly. There was nothing left of the tree but burn up bark, some old ashes and a lot of sut that would make even the neatest of neat freaks absolutely bonkers. "She's been at the top for far too long, it's time for a new face...it's time for someone knew in her place" she echoed out, as I listened in intently, without stepping out from behind the tree. Imagine, the nerve of some people...a new face? Please. I was everything that the fine people of the county could ever want as their queen. I wasn't about to let some evil, vindictive, brainless, half-wit witch push me aside as if I were nothing more then garbage. Sorry, but I've worked entirely too long and too hard for that to happen...especially not without a fight. I listened in closely, as Wicked Angela began to pace back and forth infront of the charcoled tree. "I must find away to get rid of her" she said, a beaming smile crept over her face. "I've got it" she said, snapping her fingers as if some ingenious plan had popped into her brain...or, what little brain she did manage to have. "I know exactly what I can do to make Jeanette less liked by the people. I will make her seem like the most insignificant person that they have to offer. I will make her out to be stupid, talentless, a nobody. I will cast her aside as if she were nothing more then a stand in for someone as great as I" she echoed, that smile still stretched across her face. "I will do my very best to prove what a failure she is and, in the process, get the people to turn on her" she said, as she tapped the ground with her broomstick. "It's brilliant!" she screamed out, a cackle escaping her slender, wicked figure. "And before you know it, there will be a new Queen to reign over the land...and that Queen will be I, Angela Stewart" she said, as she began to walk towards the brick pavement. "I'll get you my pretty" she said, as she ran down the pavement with such speed...such ferocity that the wind seemed to howl right along with her..."and that little dog tooo" she said, as she flew off into the wind. I shook my head, there was something that I could never explain to anyone. Who would believe me?! They'd all think I was delusional and probably lock me away in the looney-pin for life. No, no....this was a secret I must keep to myself... Slowly, once the coast had been cleared, I came out of hiding from behind the large, husky tree. I let out a sigh and shook my head, starring off into the direction that the Wicked Angela seemed to have disappeared to. "A new Queen eh?" I said, looking down at Duchess. "And, whom does she expect to be my replacement? Her? I think not. These people would see right through her like a see-through dress. They'd see clear through that chocolate and puke-green skin color she has and right to that black heart she owns. They know who their rightful Queen is, who their true Queen is. A Queen that they can be proud of and that Queen is me" I said, as I held my head up high in a bit of a self-righteous way. "Come Duchess, we have an evil bitch to stop, and we haven't got much time" I said, as I began walking down the brick paved road, following in the same direction that the Wicked Angela once flew down. "If it is a fight that she wants, then it is a fight for my spot as Queen that she will get. And when it's all said and done, I will still be the Queen that the people can be most proud of....and she will cower away...back into the back burner where she belongs. And where she will remain, for the rest of her pathetic, useless days" I said, with a smle across my face. And together, Duchess and I worked our way down the brick path, in an attempt to find the Wicked Angela and stop her wrath of vengence and jealousy before anyone could be hurt -- most importantly, me.

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. 'CAUSE I'M FLAWLESS. 'Cause I'm flawless I'll be rocking guiseppes up in the cutlass plus them ysl chicks wish they could touch this Fellas dishin out the Louis cause they love this Cause they want this It was Cruise Liner 5713 on it's way back to the Florida coastline. Coming back from the Bahama's was so relaxing and, for a Thursday night in January, the waeather seemed almost perfect. It wasn't too hate but, it wasn't too cold. Perhaps that was because, where we were coming from, the sun was shining, the weather was hot and it felt as though we were in the middle of summer. And, not to sound too cliche, but it really did seem like a Mid-Summer's night dream. As I let out a sigh, my head rested up against the rather plush, fluffy, very comfortable pillows that were along the headboard. I let out a second sigh, rolling over onto my side. A smile was stretched across my face, my eyes were closed, I was in a deep, peaceful slumber...one that, not even a tidal wave could probably wake me up from. Okay, maybe a tidal wave could, but you get the point. Kevin was on the opposite side of me, his arm rested over my side gently as he held me close to his body. We were completely wrapped in each other's bodies in the most cozy, loving of ways, the only thing sheilding anyone from walking in and seeing us in nothing more then our birthday suits, was the blankets that we were lying under. My gorgeous, auburn red hair was pulled back in a messy bun as some strands of hair managed to slip free of the hair tie, resting at the side of my face, rounding my gorgeous face. Even without make up, asleep and with my hair a complete mess, I was still a gorgeous creature. The clock in the room that was next to my end of the bed read three fifteen a.m. on this Thursday morning, just hours after boarding the cruise ship again, to head back to the states. It would take a day and a half to get back to the Florida coastline, so by mid Friday we would be back in the states. And from there, we would drive to Orlando to board a plane and head to Tokoyo, Japan for WGEF's first pay-per-view event of the year; Civil War. At Civil War, I was scheduled to face Angela Stewart, defending my prized Women's Championship belt against her lack of skill and actual talent. Anyone looking in on this match as an outsider -- whether you are a fan or a fellow wrestler -- could easily pick the winner, the final outcome. It was Jeanette Salazar all the way. There is a reason why she'd been nicknamed the Beautiful Phenomenon...and it wasn't because her bed skills were just overly impressive. And, despite the spew of lies that Angela wanted to dish out every chance she could, despite the many...many...many times that Angela made herself look, act and seem like nothing more then a dumb, desparate, ignorant sack of shit...she still failed in making Jeanette look like the weaker specimen in this contest. It was abunduntly clear why Jeanette was a champion...and not just a champion, but a two time champion. It definitely wasn't because of lack of natural ability, talent, skill or anything of that nature. That was the furthest thing from the truth that anyone could say...including someone as ignorant as the self-proclaimed Jamacian Beauty. And, dare we say it but...beauty from wear? Perhaps it's the mess that rests at the top of her head, that hair cut that makes her look like more of a man then Joanie 'Chyna' Laurer and Nicole Bass. Or, maybe it was that stick-figure body that proudly displayed her lack of curve. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because...when she was born and dropped from her mother's hands, she fell upon that tree. You know which tree I'm talking about. The ugly tree. And yes, dears, she hit every branch on the way down. But, we're not here to talk about or focus on the cunts downright ugliness. We're here to focus on her talent -- or lack there of. She'd made it clear that she wanted to dethrone Jeanette of her Women's Championship gold and put a new Queen at the top of the Women's Division. What she failed to realize, was that she was one of many that have tried and have failed to do so. And, just like those in the past, Angela would become just another statistic...another win for Jeanette Salazar. And, the saddest part about the entire situation, their placement on this huge pay-per-view card was pre-main event status and...it was all wasted on the minimal talents that Angela managed to possess. What was her most impressive move on her stats shit? From the looks of it, not a single one. Jeanette was not just a fully trained boxer and yoga instructor, she was skilled in jiu jitsu, kick boxing, martial arts, the "ufc" style of fight...as those three are more commonly referred -- and wrestling. All, of which, played a heavy impact on her match technique and skill in the ring. Not to mention she was trained by the absolute best to be the absolute best. Was Angela Stewart really prepared to face the dragon?...in a matter of speaking, anyway. Well, from all the shit she's been talking, yeah she was. But, in all honesty -- no she wasn't. The girl talked a great game, but when it came to backing that shit up, she was not so good at it. She's had all of four matches, at least...that's as many as I can remember...and out of them all I can remember her definitely winning one; to become the new number one contender. Sure, there may be others inserted here and there but, as far as I'm concerned, that's as far as my recollection can go. Simply because, Angela Stewart isn't worth the time or energy spent, to really take her seriously as a competitor or an opponent. At Civil War, I'd be making her my personal bitch...and that much, I was damn proud of. It was something I would definitely be taking pride in. Now, normally, I wasn't like this. But this time, this one occassion, I absolutely must be. Angela Stewart has managed to annoy me for the very last time. She's like that fly on the wall that you keep swatting and hitting, but the little fucker still just won't die. Well, Angela, as of this Sunday at Civil War...consider yourself and your wrestling career fucking dead! --------------------------------------------------- The owls cooed peacefully, as the darkness began to fall over the wooded territory. There was an eerie coldness about this area, that made even the spookiest of movies seem so unrealistic, so non-scary...so Seasame Street. And, for whatever reason, the colored eyes of these two, twin-like, very identicle owls had these burning bright yellow eyes. It sent a chill up and down my spine, as I slowly walked the brick paved road, watching my step and my surroundings. The wind blew in hast, that sent my skirt flying up some, but -- of course -- not high enough to show anything. What? Was I Marilyn Monroe?! I don't think so! My hair was split down the center, with a ponytail around each side of my head, red string wrapped around my hair keeping it in place and very light, very delicate curls. My gorgeous, healthy red hair was so long that even the curls couldn't take away in it's length. My eyes scanned the grounds around me, as I continued to walk, holding my little basket close ot my slender, very petite figure. Had I mentioned how scary things seemed, where I was? And the weirdest part of it all, was that I was completely and totally....lost. I had no idea where the hell I was, it definitely wasn't home. "Duchess" I said, as my adorable little black Yorkie -- named, of course, Duchess -- peeked it's little head out of the basket and looked at me, the tail wagging in joy and happiness, as the wind blew again. Each time the wind howled, it seemed to get more and more angry, more and more rough, more and more violent-like. It damn near blew me away, that's how bad it was here. "Duchess...I soooo don't think we're in Kansas anymore" I said, biting down on my bottom lip gingerly, as I continued to look around, walking in a circle, taking in the sights and sounds around me. I shook my head and looked back down at Duchess, letting out a sigh. "What are we gonna do, Duchess? I have no idea where we are and, apparantly, these creeptastic woods don't believe in cell phones because....I totally have no service out here. Like what the hell?! I have Verizon....where are the people? They are supposed to follow me everywhere!" I shouted, an irritated tone behind the words. And, just as I had done that, a fierce, roaring thunder blasted and filled the air. It was almost ground shaking, that's how fierce it was and it sent me jumping into the air -- higher then I ever thought I could. I let out a shriek as the thunder roared a second time, followed by a strike of lighting so bright, so dangerous, so scary....it struck so close to where Duchess and I were standing, that I couldn't help but run towards one of the trees -- despite what we've always been tought, to avoid trees during a lightning and thunder storm. I watched as the tree went up in a blaze of glory...quite literally...my mouth hung open in total amazement, my eyes were damn near hanging out of my eye sockets, held on merely by a single, slender piece of string-like skin. Disgusting image, right? I know! I shook my head in total disbelief as a cackle echoed through the air. And, before I could let out a scream a somewhat slender figured female appeared, as if it were out of the dead of night and came from out of no where. She clutched onto her wooden and straw broomstick, the cackle only seemed to get louder the closer she was to me. Quickly, I ducked behind a rather large, husky tree which covered my very petite body perfectly. I bit my lip, trying desparately to be as quiet as possible. With my index finger, I held it up to my lips as Duchess looked at me, pressing her precious little head against my shoulder, shaking in complete fear...I sent off the signal that it was time for us to be as quiet as possible and not so much as a movement would come from either of us, as we peered at this figure from behind the tree. Her face was covered in a disgusting, puke-green color and she wore a black gown that covered her entire body, from neck to ankle and a pointy black hat to complete the look, with pointy, stiletto black heels. Talk about some serious fashion sense with the shoes, right? But...could it be? Was it she? I thought, in my head as I bit down on my bottom lip a bit harder...the more nervous I became. And then, she turned around. It was her...it was the Wicked Witch of WGEF -- it was Angela Stewart, the green monster that would feast on people who were more talented then she, and would stupidly spew out whatever lie seemed to pop into that puiny little brain of hers. She looked around the wooded area, even the owls had gone into hiding the moment she appeared...she was all alone, or so she thought anyway. "Curse it! Curse that little bitch and her insesient dog too!" Wicked Angela screamed out, as she stood by the tree that was all a-blaaze. "I should've killed her when I had the chance" she said, as she snapped her fingers. And, as if it were magic, the tree that was blazing high went out slowly. There was nothing left of the tree but burn up bark, some old ashes and a lot of sut that would make even the neatest of neat freaks absolutely bonkers. "She's been at the top for far too long, it's time for a new face...it's time for someone knew in her place" she echoed out, as I listened in intently, without stepping out from behind the tree. Imagine, the nerve of some people...a new face? Please. I was everything that the fine people of the county could ever want as their queen. I wasn't about to let some evil, vindictive, brainless, half-wit witch push me aside as if I were nothing more then garbage. Sorry, but I've worked entirely too long and too hard for that to happen...especially not without a fight. I listened in closely, as Wicked Angela began to pace back and forth infront of the charcoled tree. "I must find away to get rid of her" she said, a beaming smile crept over her face. "I've got it" she said, snapping her fingers as if some ingenious plan had popped into her brain...or, what little brain she did manage to have. "I know exactly what I can do to make Jeanette less liked by the people. I will make her seem like the most insignificant person that they have to offer. I will make her out to be stupid, talentless, a nobody. I will cast her aside as if she were nothing more then a stand in for someone as great as I" she echoed, that smile still stretched across her face. "I will do my very best to prove what a failure she is and, in the process, get the people to turn on her" she said, as she tapped the ground with her broomstick. "It's brilliant!" she screamed out, a cackle escaping her slender, wicked figure. "And before you know it, there will be a new Queen to reign over the land...and that Queen will be I, Angela Stewart" she said, as she began to walk towards the brick pavement. "I'll get you my pretty" she said, as she ran down the pavement with such speed...such ferocity that the wind seemed to howl right along with her..."and that little dog tooo" she said, as she flew off into the wind. I shook my head, there was something that I could never explain to anyone. Who would believe me?! They'd all think I was delusional and probably lock me away in the looney-pin for life. No, no....this was a secret I must keep to myself... Slowly, once the coast had been cleared, I came out of hiding from behind the large, husky tree. I let out a sigh and shook my head, starring off into the direction that the Wicked Angela seemed to have disappeared to. "A new Queen eh?" I said, looking down at Duchess. "And, whom does she expect to be my replacement? Her? I think not. These people would see right through her like a see-through dress. They'd see clear through that chocolate and puke-green skin color she has and right to that black heart she owns. They know who their rightful Queen is, who their true Queen is. A Queen that they can be proud of and that Queen is me" I said, as I held my head up high in a bit of a self-righteous way. "Come Duchess, we have an evil bitch to stop, and we haven't got much time" I said, as I began walking down the brick paved road, following in the same direction that the Wicked Angela once flew down. "If it is a fight that she wants, then it is a fight for my spot as Queen that she will get. And when it's all said and done, I will still be the Queen that the people can be most proud of....and she will cower away...back into the back burner where she belongs. And where she will remain, for the rest of her pathetic, useless days" I said, with a smle across my face. And together, Duchess and I worked our way down the brick path, in an attempt to find the Wicked Angela and stop her wrath of vengence and jealousy before anyone could be hurt -- most importantly, me. The further into the woods that I walked, the more eerie things would become. They would become darker, gloomier...more scary. The wind even seemed to blow at a more rapid, fierce pace, which sent chills up and down my spine. As my heels tapped against the brick pavement, I walked carefully, ensuring that every step I took was a safe one. I wouldn't want to fall into a trap....a trap set by the Wicked Angela. That was the last thing I need, for her psychotic ass to hold me hostage in order to achieve the one thing she wanted. Desparate times call for desparate measures, sometimes...and you could easily tell that Angela Stewart was a desparate woman. The way she talked, the way she acted. This fake, bullshit persona that she seemed to display was more annoying then it was realistic. No one ever believed a single word that managed to escape her lips, let alone did they buy into this silly propaganda that she was buying. She wasn't some tough Jamacian Rhianna wanna be. She wasn't hip, she most certainly wasn't cool and definitely didn't send a cheap scare to anyone. Her attempts in out bitching me were laughable at best, considering her child-like brain could barely even put together -- or format -- a decent, understanable sentence that made even the least bit of sense. But, that is exactly how Angela worked. No one understood her, no one really gave a damn about her. Her walking out of Civil War as the new champion were very slim chances...very, very slim. Angela's personality, her vibe, everything about her was fake. She was nothing more then a phony, trying entirely too hard to be cool and seem like she's actually worth a damn. Anyone with real talents, with real skill could see right through her though. Hence why I didn't bother to even break a sweat, going into this match. It was in the bag, simply put. I was champion for a reason, and I wasn't about to let someone like Angela Stewart walk out with my gold wrapped around their waist, only to tarnish the reputation that I worked so hard to give the division, to give the belt and to create for myself. My legacy was only beginning to be written, hers...well, her's hadn't even started...and at Civil War, nothing would change. Nothing. Well, almost nothing...nothing but my win/loss record and my annoyance level for stupid, ignorant and annoying people. People like Angela Stewart. Obviously, speach and english were not her best subjects in school. Nouns, adjectives and verbs don't make a champion? Umm, sure, okay sweetheart. And I guess being an overbearing ass with the mental fortitude of a sexually inadequate man does? Hmm, or maybe the way that you managed to work over my crowd, work into my ring and try and get my fans to turn against me? And then she wonders why people laugh at her, around her, regarding and/or about her? Whether it's to her face or behind her back, she's become Ivy Stratus...in the sense that she is merely the laughing stock of WGEF. First, she spends her time attempting to down play my wedding, because that holds merit to our competitive match? Ooookkkkaaay...surre! And then she tries to make me out to be some slut prostitue? Because, I've sold my body for money before? Hmm, oh yeah definitely. I remember the days like it was yesterday. And Snopp Dogg was my pimp. Dumbass. And, as if she couldn't put that big, man-like foot in her mouth anymore, she manages to get arrested in Atlanta and find herself in Tokoyo in the same night...within minutes of each other? Wow. She must have Superman powers because, not even he could get half way around the world in a split second. And, for the record, is that who we really want to see as champion? A woman that get's locked up because she thinks that doing stupid stunts is cute and funny? Doll, you are no where near cute. You're not even in the same zip code as cute. You wouldn't know cute if it had a big dick and slapped you in the face. And, sorry to be so brash but, it's the truth...and, the truth does hurt. Maybe she should go back to rethinking her approach to this match...maybe, I don't know, come up with some sort of logic when facing me. Lord knows the bitch needs all the help she can get. And people wonder why I have a zero tolerance level for stupid people? Because, it helps me to permanantly avoid walking retard-contradictions like Angela Stewart. The bitch switches her stance every time she opens her mouth and, every time she does open her mouth, something even more stupid and ignorant manages to spew out. Heaven help her, she can't help it if she's got a little bit of the tourettes syndrome. Dumb whore. And, someone should remind the dumb skankbox -- so that the next time she does open her mouth, she can make some sense -- that I never said I bought into the whole Ivy Stratus pregnancy thing. So she's dumb and deaf. Perfect combination...oh yeah, she'd make one hell of a champion. Right. -Insert sarcastic eye roll here-. "Duchess" I said, as I let out a sigh, looking around the wooded area "Wicked Angela must be pretty fucking delusional if she really thinks that she can dethrone me. I mean, it's me we're talking about...not Ivy Stratus. She really has to be a damn dumbass to think that I'd just roll over and be her little lap dog and give her my throne. A throne that I busted my ass, day in and day out, to get. A throne that I have poured my entire heart into claiming as my own, into bring prestige and honor to. And to have someone that can barely tell the difference between her ass and a hole in the ground try and take it from me, say that she's gonna take it from me...well, it actually kind of tickles me. I mean, I appreciate her self-confidence and I definitely appreciate her trying, but that's as far as it'll go for her. Is trying. She'll never be good enough to dethrone me, let alone take my place or do half the kick ass job that I've done as the Queen. See, there is a reason that those people put me in that position, and it's because I was the best, most qualified person to fit the job criteria. I was...and still am...a fucking animal when it comes to getting what I want, proving people wrong and making sure that people remember who not to fuck with. I didn't earn the reputation of being a phenomenal woman because I'm beautiful...nor did it come because I picked a piece of paper out of a rabbit's had and gave myself that great title, that great accomplishment. It's because I earned it. I earned it by facing off against people like her, and beating them within an inch of their pathetic lives. I earned it by being the fucking best that the world has to offer and I earned it by simply being me. Not some made up, fantasy bitch that she's trying so hard to be. Of course, one thing that really does play in my favor, is her stupidity. Comparing me to George W. Bush? Are we serious? Okay, so...should someone remind her that, until Tuesday he is still the President of the United States...and not once but twice elected? Was he the best President? Actually no, he was the worse. In fact, I bet people were probably wishing they were  having to deal with Ronald Raegan as opposed to G-Dub right now. But, what can ya do? Now, if she's comparing my Queen Status to that of the President's status then, thank you. I knew I was awesome but President? Wow! Although, knowing her stupidity and logic, I doubt that's what she was meaning to do" I said, as I rolled my eyes, looking back down at Duchess, who was still resting in the basket. "What she was trying to do -- I think, anyway -- was say that I was as dumb as G-Dub. And what would merit her to say that? Gee I wonder. Because, ya know, I always stumble over my words and sound like a total ass. I always give away money  at random and tell people it's a gift, only to have it taken back a year later and say it's a loan. Oh yes, I do that all the time. Didn't you get your notice, Duchie?!" I said, looking at her in a very sarcastic sort of way. "Really...so not only did Angela fall off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, but she managed to land on the thorny bush of stupidity and she still has that thorn up her ass. Well, I'm certainly not going to take it out. I am actually finding her idiot-like comments to be somewhat amusing. I mean, it's obvious the girl's talking right out of her ass. That much anyone can tell. But, what makes her act more comedical, is the fact that she actually thinks people cares about what she says. Really Duchie...do you care?" I ask, looking at her as we continue walking down the path...heading towards my kingdom. "Exactly. Angela, she's the worst kind of idiot. She's a walking, talking, breathing idiot. At least, for now she is. But once I get a hold of her, I'll ring her scrawny little neck and leave her gasping for air...with only enough life left in her, to beg for forgiveness and admit her loss...her loss to yours truly...the reigning Queen. La Reina" I said, with a confident smirk on my face. And finally, the eerieness of the woods seemed to disappear as I came to the end of the brick paved road that was the woods and onto the same brick paved road, but in a much lighter, more cheerful area. Flowers blossomed, sun shined and birds chirpped in a happy sense. But, alas, it was only to be short lived. Overhead, over my kingdom, a storm was brewing...and it was a storm that was being constructed by the evil, vengeful, Wicked Angela...in hopes that I'd never show my face in my Kingdom again. In hopes that the woods would devour poor little me, and thus leave her to rule over the kingdom that I helped to recreate. Well sweetheart, hate to burst that little bubble but, my time as the Reigning Queen is no where near being up. Wicked Angela was in for a rude awakening...was what ran through my mind as I pushed open the gates to my Kingdom. I looked at Duchess in the basket, as she barked towards the evilness that was beginning to unravel over my kingdom, the people were all running a muck, attempting to get away from Wicked Angela before she could bring any harm to them. And there she stood...wicked, wicked Angela. She had a sinister smirk on her face and very mean, ugly, bright yellow eyes filled with rage, with jealous and with anger as she starred down at me, the reigning Queen. "You" she screamed out, pointing in my general direction. I stood there, my eyes closing in on her as I proudly stood my ground, standing up to her wicked, villainess powers. "Exactly, me" I replied back, with confidence. "Did you really think that you could get rid of me that easy, Wicked Angela? Did you really think that tossing me into those woods, that someone....that thee Queen....wouldn't be able to find her way back?" I asked, as I circled the grounds, walking closer to Wicked Angela. "You were wrong, Angela. Oh so very wrong. My heart belongs to these people, my passion and my amazing reign feeds off of their survival, their needs, their wants...I continue to proudly reign for them. What do you have to offer, that could be any better then what I have offered" I asked, as I starred down at her. She couldn't respond because she knew, there was nothing she could offer the people that would make her better then I. Simply because, I was the fucking best.

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. It was Cruise Liner 5713 on it's way back to the Florida coastline. Coming back from the Bahama's was so relaxing and, for a Thursday night in January, the waeather seemed almost perfect. It wasn't too hate but, it wasn't too cold. Perhaps that was because, where we were coming from, the sun was shining, the weather was hot and it felt as though we were in the middle of summer. And, not to sound too cliche, but it really did seem like a Mid-Summer's night dream. As I let out a sigh, my head rested up against the rather plush, fluffy, very comfortable pillows that were along the headboard. I let out a second sigh, rolling over onto my side. A smile was stretched across my face, my eyes were closed, I was in a deep, peaceful slumber...one that, not even a tidal wave could probably wake me up from. Okay, maybe a tidal wave could, but you get the point. Kevin was on the opposite side of me, his arm rested over my side gently as he held me close to his body. We were completely wrapped in each other's bodies in the most cozy, loving of ways, the only thing sheilding anyone from walking in and seeing us in nothing more then our birthday suits, was the blankets that we were lying under. My gorgeous, auburn red hair was pulled back in a messy bun as some strands of hair managed to slip free of the hair tie, resting at the side of my face, rounding my gorgeous face. Even without make up, asleep and with my hair a complete mess, I was still a gorgeous creature. The clock in the room that was next to my end of the bed read three fifteen a.m. on this Thursday morning, just hours after boarding the cruise ship again, to head back to the states. It would take a day and a half to get back to the Florida coastline, so by mid Friday we would be back in the states. And from there, we would drive to Orlando to board a plane and head to Tokoyo, Japan for WGEF's first pay-per-view event of the year; Civil War. At Civil War, I was scheduled to face Angela Stewart, defending my prized Women's Championship belt against her lack of skill and actual talent. Anyone looking in on this match as an outsider -- whether you are a fan or a fellow wrestler -- could easily pick the winner, the final outcome. It was Jeanette Salazar all the way. There is a reason why she'd been nicknamed the Beautiful Phenomenon...and it wasn't because her bed skills were just overly impressive. And, despite the spew of lies that Angela wanted to dish out every chance she could, despite the many...many...many times that Angela made herself look, act and seem like nothing more then a dumb, desparate, ignorant sack of shit...she still failed in making Jeanette look like the weaker specimen in this contest. It was abunduntly clear why Jeanette was a champion...and not just a champion, but a two time champion. It definitely wasn't because of lack of natural ability, talent, skill or anything of that nature. That was the furthest thing from the truth that anyone could say...including someone as ignorant as the self-proclaimed Jamacian Beauty. And, dare we say it but...beauty from wear? Perhaps it's the mess that rests at the top of her head, that hair cut that makes her look like more of a man then Joanie 'Chyna' Laurer and Nicole Bass. Or, maybe it was that stick-figure body that proudly displayed her lack of curve. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because...when she was born and dropped from her mother's hands, she fell upon that tree. You know which tree I'm talking about. The ugly tree. And yes, dears, she hit every branch on the way down. But, we're not here to talk about or focus on the cunts downright ugliness. We're here to focus on her talent -- or lack there of. She'd made it clear that she wanted to dethrone Jeanette of her Women's Championship gold and put a new Queen at the top of the Women's Division. What she failed to realize, was that she was one of many that have tried and have failed to do so. And, just like those in the past, Angela would become just another statistic...another win for Jeanette Salazar. And, the saddest part about the entire situation, their placement on this huge pay-per-view card was pre-main event status and...it was all wasted on the minimal talents that Angela managed to possess. What was her most impressive move on her stats shit? From the looks of it, not a single one. Jeanette was not just a fully trained boxer and yoga instructor, she was skilled in jiu jitsu, kick boxing, martial arts, the "ufc" style of fight...as those three are more commonly referred -- and wrestling. All, of which, played a heavy impact on her match technique and skill in the ring. Not to mention she was trained by the absolute best to be the absolute best. Was Angela Stewart really prepared to face the dragon?...in a matter of speaking, anyway. Well, from all the shit she's been talking, yeah she was. But, in all honesty -- no she wasn't. The girl talked a great game, but when it came to backing that shit up, she was not so good at it. She's had all of four matches, at least...that's as many as I can remember...and out of them all I can remember her definitely winning one; to become the new number one contender. Sure, there may be others inserted here and there but, as far as I'm concerned, that's as far as my recollection can go. Simply because, Angela Stewart isn't worth the time or energy spent, to really take her seriously as a competitor or an opponent. At Civil War, I'd be making her my personal bitch...and that much, I was damn proud of. It was something I would definitely be taking pride in. --------------------------------------------------- The owls cooed peacefully, as the darkness began to fall over the wooded territory. There was an eerie coldness about this area, that made even the spookiest of movies seem so unrealistic, so non-scary...so Seasame Street. And, for whatever reason, the colored eyes of these two, twin-like, very identicle owls had these burning bright yellow eyes. It sent a chill up and down my spine, as I slowly walked the brick paved road, watching my step and my surroundings. The wind blew in hast, that sent my skirt flying up some, but -- of course -- not high enough to show anything. What? Was I Marilyn Monroe?! I don't think so! My hair was split down the center, with a ponytail around each side of my head, red string wrapped around my hair keeping it in place and very light, very delicate curls. My gorgeous, healthy red hair was so long that even the curls couldn't take away in it's length. My eyes scanned the grounds around me, as I continued to walk, holding my little basket close ot my slender, very petite figure. Had I mentioned how scary things seemed, where I was? And the weirdest part of it all, was that I was completely and totally....lost. I had no idea where the hell I was, it definitely wasn't home. "Duchess" I said, as my adorable little black Yorkie -- named, of course, Duchess -- peeked it's little head out of the basket and looked at me, the tail wagging in joy and happiness, as the wind blew again. Each time the wind howled, it seemed to get more and more angry, more and more rough, more and more violent-like. It damn near blew me away, that's how bad it was here. "Duchess...I soooo don't think we're in Kansas anymore" I said, biting down on my bottom lip gingerly, as I continued to look around, walking in a circle, taking in the sights and sounds around me. I shook my head and looked back down at Duchess, letting out a sigh. "What are we gonna do, Duchess? I have no idea where we are and, apparantly, these creeptastic woods don't believe in cell phones because....I totally have no service out here. Like what the hell?! I have Verizon....where are the people? They are supposed to follow me everywhere!" I shouted, an irritated tone behind the words. And, just as I had done that, a fierce, roaring thunder blasted and filled the air. It was almost ground shaking, that's how fierce it was and it sent me jumping into the air -- higher then I ever thought I could. I let out a shriek as the thunder roared a second time, followed by a strike of lighting so bright, so dangerous, so scary....it struck so close to where Duchess and I were standing, that I couldn't help but run towards one of the trees -- despite what we've always been tought, to avoid trees during a lightning and thunder storm. I watched as the tree went up in a blaze of glory...quite literally...my mouth hung open in total amazement, my eyes were damn near hanging out of my eye sockets, held on merely by a single, slender piece of string-like skin. Disgusting image, right? I know! I shook my head in total disbelief as a cackle echoed through the air. And, before I could let out a scream a somewhat slender figured female appeared, as if it were out of the dead of night and came from out of no where. She clutched onto her wooden and straw broomstick, the cackle only seemed to get louder the closer she was to me. Quickly, I ducked behind a rather large, husky tree which covered my very petite body perfectly. I bit my lip, trying desparately to be as quiet as possible. With my index finger, I held it up to my lips as Duchess looked at me, pressing her precious little head against my shoulder, shaking in complete fear...I sent off the signal that it was time for us to be as quiet as possible and not so much as a movement would come from either of us, as we peered at this figure from behind the tree. Her face was covered in a disgusting, puke-green color and she wore a black gown that covered her entire body, from neck to ankle and a pointy black hat to complete the look, with pointy, stiletto black heels. Talk about some serious fashion sense with the shoes, right? But...could it be? Was it she? I thought, in my head as I bit down on my bottom lip a bit harder...the more nervous I became. And then, she turned around. It was her...it was the Wicked Witch of WGEF -- it was Angela Stewart, the green monster that would feast on people who were more talented then she, and would stupidly spew out whatever lie seemed to pop into that puiny little brain of hers. She looked around the wooded area, even the owls had gone into hiding the moment she appeared...she was all alone, or so she thought anyway. "Curse it! Curse that little bitch and her insesient dog too!" Wicked Angela screamed out, as she stood by the tree that was all a-blaaze. "I should've killed her when I had the chance" she said, as she snapped her fingers. And, as if it were magic, the tree that was blazing high went out slowly. There was nothing left of the tree but burn up bark, some old ashes and a lot of sut that would make even the neatest of neat freaks absolutely bonkers. "She's been at the top for far too long, it's time for a new face...it's time for someone knew in her place" she echoed out, as I listened in intently, without stepping out from behind the tree. Imagine, the nerve of some people...a new face? Please. I was everything that the fine people of the county could ever want as their queen. I wasn't about to let some evil, vindictive, brainless, half-wit witch push me aside as if I were nothing more then garbage. Sorry, but I've worked entirely too long and too hard for that to happen...especially not without a fight. I listened in closely, as Wicked Angela began to pace back and forth infront of the charcoled tree. "I must find away to get rid of her" she said, a beaming smile crept over her face. "I've got it" she said, snapping her fingers as if some ingenious plan had popped into her brain...or, what little brain she did manage to have. "I know exactly what I can do to make Jeanette less liked by the people. I will make her seem like the most insignificant person that they have to offer. I will make her out to be stupid, talentless, a nobody. I will cast her aside as if she were nothing more then a stand in for someone as great as I" she echoed, that smile still stretched across her face. "I will do my very best to prove what a failure she is and, in the process, get the people to turn on her" she said, as she tapped the ground with her broomstick. "It's brilliant!" she screamed out, a cackle escaping her slender, wicked figure. "And before you know it, there will be a new Queen to reign over the land...and that Queen will be I, Angela Stewart" she said, as she began to walk towards the brick pavement. "I'll get you my pretty" she said, as she ran down the pavement with such speed...such ferocity that the wind seemed to howl right along with her..."and that little dog tooo" she said, as she flew off into the wind. I shook my head, there was something that I could never explain to anyone. Who would believe me?! They'd all think I was delusional and probably lock me away in the looney-pin for life. No, no....this was a secret I must keep to myself... Slowly, once the coast had been cleared, I came out of hiding from behind the large, husky tree. I let out a sigh and shook my head, starring off into the direction that the Wicked Angela seemed to have disappeared to. "A new Queen eh?" I said, looking down at Duchess. "And, whom does she expect to be my replacement? Her? I think not. These people would see right through her like a see-through dress. They'd see clear through that chocolate and puke-green skin color she has and right to that black heart she owns. They know who their rightful Queen is, who their true Queen is. A Queen that they can be proud of and that Queen is me" I said, as I held my head up high in a bit of a self-righteous way. "Come Duchess, we have an evil bitch to stop, and we haven't got much time" I said, as I began walking down the brick paved road, following in the same direction that the Wicked Angela once flew down. "If it is a fight that she wants, then it is a fight for my spot as Queen that she will get. And when it's all said and done, I will still be the Queen that the people can be most proud of....and she will cower away...back into the back burner where she belongs. And where she will remain, for the rest of her pathetic, useless days" I said, with a smle across my face. And together, Duchess and I worked our way down the brick path, in an attempt to find the Wicked Angela and stop her wrath of vengence and jealousy before anyone could be hurt -- most importantly, me. The further into the woods that I walked, the more eerie things would become. They would become darker, gloomier...more scary. The wind even seemed to blow at a more rapid, fierce pace, which sent chills up and down my spine. As my heels tapped against the brick pavement, I walked carefully, ensuring that every step I took was a safe one. I wouldn't want to fall into a trap....a trap set by the Wicked Angela. That was the last thing I need, for her psychotic ass to hold me hostage in order to achieve the one thing she wanted. Desparate times call for desparate measures, sometimes...and you could easily tell that Angela Stewart was a desparate woman. The way she talked, the way she acted. This fake, bullshit persona that she seemed to display was more annoying then it was realistic. No one ever believed a single word that managed to escape her lips, let alone did they buy into this silly propaganda that she was buying. She wasn't some tough Jamacian Rhianna wanna be. She wasn't hip, she most certainly wasn't cool and definitely didn't send a cheap scare to anyone. Her attempts in out bitching me were laughable at best, considering her child-like brain could barely even put together -- or format -- a decent, understanable sentence that made even the least bit of sense. But, that is exactly how Angela worked. No one understood her, no one really gave a damn about her. Her walking out of Civil War as the new champion were very slim chances...very, very slim. Angela's personality, her vibe, everything about her was fake. She was nothing more then a phony, trying entirely too hard to be cool and seem like she's actually worth a damn. Anyone with real talents, with real skill could see right through her though. Hence why I didn't bother to even break a sweat, going into this match. It was in the bag, simply put. I was champion for a reason, and I wasn't about to let someone like Angela Stewart walk out with my gold wrapped around their waist, only to tarnish the reputation that I worked so hard to give the division, to give the belt and to create for myself. My legacy was only beginning to be written, hers...well, her's hadn't even started...and at Civil War, nothing would change. Nothing. Well, almost nothing...nothing but my win/loss record and my annoyance level for stupid, ignorant and annoying people. People like Angela Stewart. Obviously, speach and english were not her best subjects in school. Nouns, adjectives and verbs don't make a champion? Umm, sure, okay sweetheart. And I guess being an overbearing ass with the mental fortitude of a sexually inadequate man does? Hmm, or maybe the way that you managed to work over my crowd, work into my ring and try and get my fans to turn against me? And then she wonders why people laugh at her, around her, regarding and/or about her? Whether it's to her face or behind her back, she's become Ivy Stratus...in the sense that she is merely the laughing stock of WGEF. Maybe she should go back to rethinking her approach to this match...maybe, I don't know, come up with some sort of logic when facing me. Lord knows the bitch needs all the help she can get. "Duchess" I said, as I let out a sigh, looking around the wooded area "Wicked Angela must be pretty fucking delusional if she really thinks that she can dethrone me. I mean, it's me we're talking about...not Ivy Stratus. She really has to be a damn dumbass to think that I'd just roll over and be her little lap dog and give her my throne. A throne that I busted my ass, day in and day out, to get. A throne that I have poured my entire heart into claiming as my own, into bring prestige and honor to. And to have someone that can barely tell the difference between her ass and a hole in the ground try and take it from me, say that she's gonna take it from me...well, it actually kind of tickles me. I mean, I appreciate her self-confidence and I definitely appreciate her trying, but that's as far as it'll go for her. Is trying. She'll never be good enough to dethrone me, let alone take my place or do half the kick ass job that I've done as the Queen. See, there is a reason that those people put me in that position, and it's because I was the best, most qualified person to fit the job criteria. I was...and still am...a fucking animal when it comes to getting what I want, proving people wrong and making sure that people remember who not to fuck with. I didn't earn the reputation of being a phenomenal woman because I'm beautiful...nor did it come because I picked a piece of paper out of a rabbit's had and gave myself that great title, that great accomplishment. It's because I earned it. I earned it by facing off against people like her, and beating them within an inch of their pathetic lives. I earned it by being the fucking best that the world has to offer and I earned it by simply being me. Not some made up, fantasy bitch that she's trying so hard to be. Of course, one thing that really does play in my favor, is her stupidity. Comparing me to George W. Bush? Are we serious? Okay, so...should someone remind her that, until Tuesday he is still the President of the United States...and not once but twice elected? Was he the best President? Actually no, he was the worse. In fact, I bet people were probably wishing they were  having to deal with Ronald Raegan as opposed to G-Dub right now. But, what can ya do? Now, if she's comparing my Queen Status to that of the President's status then, thank you. I knew I was awesome but President? Wow! Although, knowing her stupidity and logic, I doubt that's what she was meaning to do" I said, as I rolled my eyes, looking back down at Duchess, who was still resting in the basket. "What she was trying to do -- I think, anyway -- was say that I was as dumb as G-Dub. And what would merit her to say that? Gee I wonder. Because, ya know, I always stumble over my words and sound like a total ass. I always give away money  at random and tell people it's a gift, only to have it taken back a year later and say it's a loan. Oh yes, I do that all the time. Didn't you get your notice, Duchie?!" I said, looking at her in a very sarcastic sort of way. "Really...so not only did Angela fall off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, but she managed to land on the thorny bush of stupidity and she still has that thorn up her ass. Well, I'm certainly not going to take it out. I am actually finding her idiot-like comments to be somewhat amusing. I mean, it's obvious the girl's talking right out of her ass. That much anyone can tell. But, what makes her act more comedical, is the fact that she actually thinks people cares about what she says. Really Duchie...do you care?" I ask, looking at her as we continue walking down the path...heading towards my kingdom. "Exactly. Angela, she's the worst kind of idiot. She's a walking, talking, breathing idiot. At least, for now she is. But once I get a hold of her, I'll ring her scrawny little neck and leave her gasping for air...with only enough life left in her, to beg for forgiveness and admit her loss...her loss to yours truly...the reigning Queen. La Reina" I said, with a confident smirk on my face. And finally, the eerieness of the woods seemed to disappear as I came to the end of the brick paved road that was the woods and onto the same brick paved road, but in a much lighter, more cheerful area. Flowers blossomed, sun shined and birds chirpped in a happy sense. But, alas, it was only to be short lived. Overhead, over my kingdom, a storm was brewing...and it was a storm that was being constructed by the evil, vengeful, Wicked Angela...in hopes that I'd never show my face in my Kingdom again. In hopes that the woods would devour poor little me, and thus leave her to rule over the kingdom that I helped to recreate. Well sweetheart, hate to burst that little bubble but, my time as the Reigning Queen is no where near being up. Wicked Angela was in for a rude awakening...was what ran through my mind as I pushed open the gates to my Kingdom. I looked at Duchess in the basket, as she barked towards the evilness that was beginning to unravel over my kingdom, the people were all running a muck, attempting to get away from Wicked Angela before she could bring any harm to them. And there she stood...wicked, wicked Angela. She had a sinister smirk on her face and very mean, ugly, bright yellow eyes filled with rage, with jealous and with anger as she starred down at me, the reigning Queen. "You" she screamed out, pointing in my general direction. I stood there, my eyes closing in on her as I proudly stood my ground, standing up to her wicked, villainess powers. "Exactly, me" I replied back, with confidence. "Did you really think that you could get rid of me that easy, Wicked Angela? Did you really think that tossing me into those woods, that someone....that thee Queen....wouldn't be able to find her way back?" I asked, as I circled the grounds, walking closer to Wicked Angela. "You were wrong, Angela. Oh so very wrong. My heart belongs to these people, my passion and my amazing reign feeds off of their survival, their needs, their wants...I continue to proudly reign for them. What do you have to offer, that could be any better then what I have offered" I asked, as I starred down at her. She couldn't respond because she knew, there was nothing she could offer the people that would make her better then I. Simply because, I was the fucking best. "Exactly, Angela. You have nothing to offer these people that would make you better then me. Because you are not better then me. Because you are that, Angela...a nothing. A nobody...a no-named zero. Your cheap scare tactics and your pathetic ruse of a bitch persona have only gotten you this far and, lucky enough for you, it's as far as you will ever go. In this line of work, in this business, I am thee best, the epitome of greatness. I personify the words talent and awesome and you, Angela, are like the gum on the bottom of my Gucci heels. No matter how much I pick at it with a stick, trying so hard to get it off...it just won't come off. Your double mint ass needs to realize, though, that you've latched yourself onto one person that you simply cannot beat. That you could never compare to, not even on your best of days and my worst. I am the reigning fucking Queen for a reason, and that reason is simply because, I've got the qualifications to put me there and keep me there. You're nothing more then a wannabe, a loser, a pathetic little girl lost in the big bad world that's about to devour her into teenie, tiny little pieces. Hundreds of 'em, in fact. Well, Angela, your time is up. And now, it's time for me to take back my Kingdom, to bring peace and tranquility, joy and pride back into these people's lives. And to rid the world of scum, loser ass bitches like you!" I said, as I flung my arm back. As I'd snuck around the fountain that seeemd to be the center piece in the middle of the town, I managed to grab hold of a dagger. And with all of my might, I sent that dagger straight into the black heart of Wicked Angela Stewart. She let out an ear piercing scream, as she clutched the dagger and her heart tightly. Dropping to her knees, I could sense her power over the kingdom, over the people was beginning to weaken and at a rapid pace. I approached her, as she sat on her knees in pain, blood beginning to trickle down her body as the black cloud over the town began to slowly fade into sunshine and blue skies. "You were never and will never be on my level, little girl. You will always be ten rungs below me, and nothing you say or do can or will ever change that. My wrath, my reign and everything involving me will forever be embeded in these people's minds as the fucking best. It is scum like you, that make females like me...females with talent and with skill...and with the real attributes to make the townspeople and the throne prideful and actually worth a damn...it is scum like you that make females like me cringe in agony, for having to deal with you" I said, as I drove the dagger deep into her black heart, her scream was let out one more time, as her powers began to really fade away now, as was the life that remained in her. "May you rot in hell, Wicked Angela...in the firey, depths of hell where you belong" I said, as I shoved her wicked carcass to the ground. And, as she lie there on the ground, a smirk stretched across my face, starring down at her. "I am thee fucking Queen, bitch...and you will never be me" were my last words to her, as I brought my foot up and kicked the dagger even more deep into her, which seemed to be like putting the final nail in the coffin. As she gasped, inhaling and exhaling her last breath, the power she held over the town and it's people faded away to complete nothingness, and her lifeless body lie there, at my feet. Those that managed to witness greatness in it's truest form, clapped and applauded my efforts, as I looked at them. A celebration ensued, to celebrate the final defeat of Wicked Angela, as I reclaimed my rightful place in the throne...as thee Queen. --------------------------------------------------- And with a deep gasp, I leaped up to a seated position as my breath became heavy and staggered. I held the balnkets close to my body, keeping them from sliding off so that nothing was revealed but my bare back. Using my free hand to move a few strands of stray hair out of my face, I looked around at my surroundings, letting out a few breaths realizing; it was nothing more then a dream. I looked to one side of my body, noticing the time read a quarter 'till five in the morning and I shook my head. "Jesus Chris, that was weird as hell and it's way too early to be up" I said, as I let out a sigh. Looking to the other side of me, was Kevin with his arms still tightly wrapped around my side. He gently pulled me back down ot the bed and in closer to him. I closed my eyes and drifted back off into a deep sleep, a smile on my face as I lie, waiting...counting down the final few days left before I got the grand opportunity of kicking Angela Stewart's throat in. The bitch really had no idea who she was fucking with, when it came to me. But, soon enough, she'd learn...and it'd be a lesson that she never, ever forgets!