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 half past the hour on this somewhat warm Sunday afternoon in Orlando, Florida as Kevin and I patiently waited for our flight to begin boarding. "Flight 635 from Orlando to Tokyo is now boarding" the voice over the pa system said, as people -- including myself and Kevin -- began rummaging through our luggage, grabbing boarding passes, passports and what on-flight items we could bring. And like a heap, a line began to quickly form at the booth and gate to board the plane. Waiting for Flight 635, it seemed like it would never get there and finally, it did...finally, we were ready to go...finally, I would be in Tokyo and ready to kick some stupid bitch ass...that stupid bitch known to the world, better, as Angela Stewart. With a sigh, Kevin and I held each others hands gently, as we walked to the line. By the time we'd gotten there, the line wasn't quite that long...it was after we'd gotten in line, that things began to get more chaotic. Security, of course, was there to assist in any way that they could, and keep things as orderly as possibly. Within a matter of minutes, people began pointing in the direction of myself and Kevin, obviously recognizing who we were. Neither of us really minded the attention or the 'celebrity status' that had become our lives. We'd sort of gotten used to it all by now. As we paced the line slowly, inch by inch getting closer to having our tickets taken and being allowed to board, fans came over wanting to take snap shots and get autographs. People behind us seemed to get annoyed, growing weary that they were about to be on a plane with celebrities...and no one ever really liked that. It was an awesome story to tell people, to say you sat next to, in front of, behind or somehow remotely close to a celebrity...but it was quite the pain to have to wait as people snapped photos of them, got autographs and the like. Oh well, guess some people will just have to learn how to deal. Me, I had a smile on my face the entire time as I posed with kids, taking pictures and signing autographs...including some chicks size double d boobs, which she proceeded in flashing -- yes, she had a bra on, perverts -- to her boyfriend that was standing close by, so that he could snap a picture of her boobs and Jeanette and Kevin's autographs that were across them large monkeys. She even took a picture with Kevin and I, showing them bad boys off, pointing at the autographs...for memories sake, of course. The funny thing about these two was, they too were on their way to Tokyo for two reasons; one to see the WGEF pay-per-view; they'd apparently wont some tickets, an all expenses paid trip to see it live, from a radio station in local Orlando...and two, to enjoy and celebrate their recent nuptials. The more we talked to the nice couple, the more laid back and easy going they'd become, the more friendly they were, the more normal they seemed...they'd apparently gotten married the night before at a chapel in the air port...they'd eloped, simply because neither of their parents would condone or accept the fact that they were madly in love and wanted to be together, no matter the costs. In fact, neither of their parents even knew about the marriage or the chapel ceremony...and they wouldn't until they got back from Tokyo, when all of their belongings were safely in the apartment that they were moving into, together. I guess, sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures. Angela Stewart can easily relate to that one, seeing as she was pulling out every desperate plot that she could, in attempts of dethroning me as the champion. Sadly for her, her attempts wouldn't amount to a single damn thing, because...after Civil War, I'd still be walking out the WGEF Women's Champion. The stewardess finally took our tickets, checked our boarding passes and passports and we were finally allowed on the plane. Kevin and I clutched hands, smiling at one another as our happiness seemed to just drown the rest of the world out, almost indefinitely. We were taken to our seats, first class all the way baby, and seated. Kevin took our belongings and placed them all in the over head compartment, closing it and making sure it was securely closed and safe, so that none of the stuff would fall out and injure someone. That was the very last thing he or I ever wanted. After everyone was situated, seated and the doors to the plane were closed, the flight attendants proceeded in showing everyone the exits, how to use the breathing machines...if they were ever needed...how to buckle the belts and, just as quickly as the lesson had begun, it ended and we were off. Three....two....one....and the plane roared off the ground, into the air. We were on our way to Tokyo and in a matter of hours, we'd land and I'd get the excitement of kicking some ass and adding another name to the long list of people that have fallen victim to me and all of my greatness. It was totally exciting, I couldn't be happier. Once we were in the clear, Kevin rose to his feet and reached into the overhead compartment, pulling out the laptop that my parents had gotten my for Christmas. It was a new one, seeing as my old one was totally out of date and in desperate need of a change. He handed it to me and I took it out of it's protective bag, setting it up on the tray table and, like so many things these days, used the wi-fi connection to log on to WGEF.com. I'd promised fans -- and Trish and Kaylee -- to be the very first in the company to ever do a live broadcasted blog on WGEF.com via webcam and microphone...things that had all been automatically installed in my new, nifty laptop computer...and all from in the air, aboard Flight 635 to Tokyo, Japan. Pretty cool to be given such a great assignment like that. Once things were loaded up and everything began to calm down in the First Class area, I'd began my little blog, my hair was pulled back in a messy bun, yet it still looked very sexy, in a way. I wore a thin strapped, black and pink wife beater top with a heart and wings on the center of it, and the words 'Angelic Heart' in the center of the emblem. For bottoms, I wore a pair of black and pink Juicy Couture sweatpants that seemed to match the pink and black wife beater top...the same emblem on them as there was on the shirt...only, the back of the pants, across the ass read 'Juicy' which, Kevin seemed to like and totally agree with. Here. My make up was done very lightly, the only part that really was given much attention, were my eyes as they had the usual black eyeliner and mascara and dark eye shadow that really made my natural eye color -- that gorgeous hazel-green I was blessed with, that was a very, very rare thing -- jump out at you. It's one of the many things Kevin adored about me...my passion-filled eyes. With a smile, I crossed my slender legs under the tray table and proceeded in greeting the world for my live web broadcast. "Hello proud WGEF fans, this is pretty exciting" I began, with a smile on my face. "I get to be the very first person in WGEF to ever do a live web blog broadcast and guess what y'all...I'm in the skies on my way to Tokyo for Civil War" I said, as I turned the lap top from me to the window, so that people could see the clouds roll by as we flew. "Isn't it absolutely gorgeous?" I said, as the laptop still faced the window. "Well, it really is and I'm sure if you guys were in this seat, you would totally agree with me" I said, with a smile, as I brought the lap top back into it's original position and back to facing me. "But, that's not what this is about. This is about my match in Tokyo, this Sunday at Civil War. You see, I am scheduled to face Angela Stewart and boy has that girl done it. She's really begun to irritate me, ya know...constantly running her mouth about stuff that she simply doesn't know and couldn't understand, even if it were explained to her in an idiot-proof book. Well, Angela, say hello to your fucking wake-up call" I said, as my smile began to slowly disappear. This was all seriousness now, no more fun and games. "It would seem as if those of us with skill, with talent and with the actual brain power to get through situations like this...it seems as if we are of a rare source these days. I mean, obviously last night was a bit awkward for me, having finally received the video package for my match against Angela Stewart and, I must say, the woman's got no idea what she's getting herself into with me. With every word that she's said, with every move that she's made, she's all but actually said -- or proven -- my point, that she is a complete and total ignorant ass woman" I said, taking a deep breath as my attention turns from the webcam on my Dell Laptop to the window of the plane, starring out of it, watching the clouds roll by. "She's really managed to put her big foot in her mouth this time, people, I mean seriously...she's gone off on a wild tangent, comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, making some wild ass proclamation that we are of the same breed of stupid, that we look alike and God knows what else. Angela, do me a couple of huge favors. A) stop smoking crack sweetheart, this is probably the single most important favor that I could ever ask you to perform for me. Lay off of it, learn from Whitney Houston; crack kills. And, you most certainly cannot afford to lose any more of the few puny little brain cells you actually do have left. B) Try picking up a laptop...finding a computer...going online and taking a little gander at some information about yours truly. Don't just run off at the mouth, thinking that, with each sentence you format together, it'll actually make sense to those of us in the world with brains. The only person that any of your shit makes sense to right now, is you. Not even Robert Levvy could understand what the hell you were trying to say, that was fairly obvious when he kept looking at you with that wide-eyed 'is she serious' look on his face. You not only managed to confuse the fuck out of him, but out of everyone that was forced to listen to your ramblings. As I said to Kevin days ago; the ramblings of a desperate woman. And that, sweetheart, is exactly what you are. Desperate. You want so badly to be me, to be just like me; to be a multi-timed champion, to be adored and respected by the fans, the people, our fellow co-workers, that you'd do just about anything to get that attention, that glory. Sorry darling, see, I'm a bit of a glory hog and, I'm not going anywhere. You put up a good fight, I'll definitely give you that one, but it just wasn't good enough. You're just not good enough. Haven't you learned by now, that there's a reason people adore me, why they picture me as the epitome of female wrestling perfection. Haven't you learned why they fear me? Why I'm so respected, so adored, so looked up to and viewed as one of the best fucking wrestlers this side of the equator? Haven't you learned why I am the WGEF Women's Champion...twice over now. If you haven't learned, then you need to, and fast. You see, little girl, it's because of the likes of you, that a woman of prestige and honor needs to hold the Women's Championship belt, and that is exactly why this belt, it ain't going anywhere. Especially not into the grubby little cheap paws of someone like you. Now, I normally don't do or say things like this because, well, I know how it feels to be underestimated, to be told you simply cannot do something. But, in this instance, it's not only me that's saying it, sweetie...it's everyone in the company, everyone in the world. You're heart is twisted, you're world is twisted and you'll turn yourself into whatever it is that twisted those two. But the one thing you won't do, the one thing you can't do; is beat me...is take my Women's Championship belt. There are no if's, and's or but's about it, I am the champion for a reason. And, simply put, it's because I am the best. I've poured blood, sweat, tears and time into this belt, into this company, into this division and to have someone the likes of you, with the brain skill of a two year old and the talents of a goony, try and take all of that from me? Oh no, no, no...it's simply not going to happen. Losing to you is not an option for me, not even in the slightest of ways. However you losing to me, well, that's the only option you've been left with. It's the only option that you have. You need to learn, Angela, that to be successful in this business, it's not about how much shit you can talk or how high you rank on my annoyance scale and, for you, that's pretty damn high. It's the amount of talent and natural ability you possess...it's about using that talent, that ability to take the world by storm and turn it into your own personal playground. That's exactly what I've done. WGEF has become my own personal little playground and you're nothing more then another toy for me to destroy. And, trust me love, I will be destroying you at Civil War. Our match -- this belt -- is far too important to me, to have someone the likes of you come in and swoop out some cheap ass, lucky victory over me. Who the hell do you think you are?! Ivy Stratus?! I think not, darling" I said, licking my lips, my focus was back on the webcam again. The normal, jolly me that people are so used to seeing had been wiped clean on this day, I was more serious then I ever had been before. "I'm not sure you quite understand how this world works, in all honesty. Comparing me to hookers, to presidents, to tramps on the street, to jailbirds...none of that matters. None of that has an effect on me and, do you want to know why? Because, as entertaining as you think it is, it only proves the point that you are a complete and total dumbass. You're like the Uber Dumbass and that's entirely too sad for words. The only thing you've actually managed to do, is wake a sleeping dragon, and that does not bold well at all for you. In fact, it's pretty damn bad, for you. No one in this company has seen me pissed off, has seen that hardcore, brutal side of me because I haven't let them. I, personally, like that side of me, because it extracts even more fear in my opponent...or opponents, no matter who they might be. It sends a chill up the spines of those that have to face me in the future and it reminds them that, in this game, there is no one better. The only reason I've never shown that side of me before, is because I've had no reason to. I've managed to beat damn near every opponent I have ever had, with great ease...without breaking a sweat. And you are no different. You'll go down faster then a two dollar hooker and, by the end of the night, you will be my bitch. The only difference between this match and any that I've had before it, is that this time...I may have to do some serious soul searching before hand, to truly decide if I want to let you voluntarily walk out of the match, or be wheeled out involuntarily. And, the way things are going right now...right this minute...I'm more likely to go with the better of the two, and have them wheel your broken, battered, bruised and bloodied carcass out of that ring...out of my ring. Don't you know you're like a pawn in my game...in my world. And yes, Angela, what I said before is exactly true. You are a spot filler. That's all you've ever been, that's all you'll ever be. Don't wanna believe me? Quiz anyone that might come in contact with you between now and the match...ask them if they remember any of your matches; any of them, outside of this one and the one against Ivy. I can guarantee you that every single person will say the same shit...like a broken fucking record. You know, kind of like what you've been this entire week, every time you've opened your mouth with regards to me and this match; a broken record. All of their answers will simply be 'I don't remember' and, that's because they really don't. No one even knows who the hell you are and, as happy and proud as that seems to make you right now, it's fucking sad. Damn fucking sad. You want to be the Queen of WGEF, you want to be the champion, you want to be at the top of this division yet, no one even knows who the fuck you are. And you're proud of that? Really? And I thought Ivy Stratus was a complete mo-ran! She's like a fucking genius, when compared to the likes of you, Angela" I said, with an irritated sigh escaping my lips, as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You know, I think I might've actually been wrong about you. You're not a dumbass; you're worse then a dumbass. You epitomize the word retarded...and that is not something to be proud of. You are the very core of what a real, true-to-life retard is and that's not a compliment coming from me. You are the very bane of the women's divisions exsistance and that, simply put, is because you are far worse then any female currently signed to the WGEF Roster; including Ivy. At least when Ivy won this belt, people knew who the hell she was. Granted, that's because she shares the same last name as another infamous Stratus, a name that is synonomous with wrestling; Trish. But even without the last name, she still has more fame and popularity then you do or ever will. This right here, this match...all of this" I said, making a circle with my finger to kind of signify the "this" in that sentence "this is all the fame you will ever get. That's it. Your fifteen minutes is up, sweetie...at Civil War, you'll get your ass handed to you on a silver platter ala yours truly, moi...I will once again retain my championship belt, proving exactly why I am the top bitch in the company...and you will fade back to that same non-existent factor you were before this match. You will go back to being a spot filler, a nothing, a nobody. You will go back to facing the newbie’s of this company, all of which become bigger and better stars then you. This match is your one and only opportunity to really prove yourself worthy in this company and this industry and sadly, you've fucked up...you've failed. And, as long as I am around, you will never be me, you will never be like me, and you most certainly will never compare to me" I said, as I leaned back in the seat some, the airplane was pretty quiet, as the flight attendants began handing out drinks to the passengers. I let out a sigh as Kevin reached out and got his water and the Sprite I had ordered for myself. Mmm, sprite...so damn good. "I've been placed on a fucking pedestal for a reason, girl, and that's because I've earned it, I deserve it. You on the other hand, deserve nothing more then for me to shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll have toes for teeth and you'll be spitting shoe laces for a month straight. My gorgeous size Six Gucci Stiletto heels will be so far up your ass, that your breath will reek of original, authentic Gucci sandal. I'm not about to give in to whatever little twisted piece of shit story, theory or game it is that you're trying to play. It's all a pathetic rouse to get the best of me and, hunny, you're not even worth my best. Hell, you're not even worth my worst. But, at Civil War in Tokyo, Japan, you will get my best and my worst, you will get your ass kicked and you will have my name permanently tattooed on your ass with the words 'My new bitch' underneath it. At Civil War, I'll bury you alive if I have to, I will plow through you like a train over a tanka truck...and it'll bring me nothing but pure joy. Hell, from what I've read...from what I've seen...from the e-mails I've gotten from fans, from friends and family, from people that we work closely with, it'll bring them joy too. To see someone finally -- and hopefully permanently -- shut that hole in your face. My task right now, is to kick your ass. It's not even about the title anymore, I just want to beat you within an inch of your life...beat a little sense and respect into you. Give you a long-lasting lesson on just why the fuck I have been named the best this company and this business has to offer. It's not because of some bogus shit, girlie, and it's damn sure not because I'm related to some famous somebody in this business. I am a first generation starlette and that's something I am damn proud of. This legacy that I'm creating, it's all my own. My own hard work, my own time, my own energy went into creating it and I'm not about to let someone with the severe lack of talent like you, damage that legacy...tarnish it in any way, shape or form. You've got to be one damn dumb broad if you think, even for the smallest of seconds, that you've got what it takes to beat me. Right now, I'm like a fucking huntress and you are my prey. You're like a sitting duck in a pond that I often devour up and, this Sunday will be no different...Civil War will be no different. I have every intention on going out there, defending my belt, kicking your ass, retaining my belt and then further proving why I am the best of the fucking best. Why I am the WGEF Women's Champion. And Angela, if I were you, I'd really rethink my approach going into this match, because you'll need a lot more then the trash you've been talking, to beat me. A hell of a lot more. That's fairly obvious and clear. And, after I kick your ass, I'll move on to another overbearing, talentless, worthless bitch; Adalyn Raine. A girl that had her opportunity at glitz, glory and glamour and failed....just like you'll fail at Civil War, Angela. So, consider yourself StarrStamped because, at Civil War, that'll be the last time you ever even get to look at my belt, let alone go after it or touch it. And that, dear one, is a promise that I am for sure I can keep" I said, with a cocky smirk. "Good luck Angela, you're the one that's going to be needing it, not me" I finished, as I closed the lid to my laptop. I still had a smirk on my face as I brought my cup of ice cold sprite up to my lips, taking a sip gently. Kevin and I embraced in a quick, very subtle yet very passionate kiss, as we turned our attention to the movie that was playing in first class on the flight...and, funny how the movie that was playing was Just My Luck with Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine. Imagine...the irony of it all.

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 half past the hour on this somewhat warm Sunday afternoon in Orlando, Florida as Kevin and I patiently waited for our flight to begin boarding. "Flight 635 from Orlando to Tokyo is now boarding" the voice over the pa system said, as people -- including myself and Kevin -- began rummaging through our luggage, grabbing boarding passes, passports and what on-flight items we could bring. And like a heap, a line began to quickly form at the booth and gate to board the plane. Waiting for Flight 635, it seemed like it would never get there and finally, it did...finally, we were ready to go...finally, I would be in Tokyo and ready to kick some stupid bitch ass...that stupid bitch known to the world, better, as Angela Stewart. With a sigh, Kevin and I held each others hands gently, as we walked to the line. By the time we'd gotten there, the line wasn't quite that long...it was after we'd gotten in line, that things began to get more chaotic. Security, of course, was there to assist in any way that they could, and keep things as orderly as possibly. Within a matter of minutes, people began pointing in the direction of myself and Kevin, obviously recognizing who we were. Neither of us really minded the attention or the 'celebrity status' that had become our lives. We'd sort of gotten used to it all by now. As we paced the line slowly, inch by inch getting closer to having our tickets taken and being allowed to board, fans came over wanting to take snap shots and get autographs. People behind us seemed to get annoyed, growing weary that they were about to be on a plane with celebrities...and no one ever really liked that. It was an awesome story to tell people, to say you sat next to, in front of, behind or somehow remotely close to a celebrity...but it was quite the pain to have to wait as people snapped photos of them, got autographs and the like. Oh well, guess some people will just have to learn how to deal. Me, I had a smile on my face the entire time as I posed with kids, taking pictures and signing autographs...including some chicks size double d boobs, which she proceeded in flashing -- yes, she had a bra on, perverts -- to her boyfriend that was standing close by, so that he could snap a picture of her boobs and Jeanette and Kevin's autographs that were across them large monkeys. She even took a picture with Kevin and I, showing them bad boys off, pointing at the autographs...for memories sake, of course. The funny thing about these two was, they too were on their way to Tokyo for two reasons; one to see the WGEF pay-per-view; they'd apparently wont some tickets, an all expenses paid trip to see it live, from a radio station in local Orlando...and two, to enjoy and celebrate their recent nuptials. The more we talked to the nice couple, the more laid back and easy going they'd become, the more friendly they were, the more normal they seemed...they'd apparently gotten married the night before at a chapel in the air port...they'd eloped, simply because neither of their parents would condone or accept the fact that they were madly in love and wanted to be together, no matter the costs. In fact, neither of their parents even knew about the marriage or the chapel ceremony...and they wouldn't until they got back from Tokyo, when all of their belongings were safely in the apartment that they were moving into, together. I guess, sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures. Angela Stewart can easily relate to that one, seeing as she was pulling out every desperate plot that she could, in attempts of dethroning me as the champion. Sadly for her, her attempts wouldn't amount to a single damn thing, because...after Civil War, I'd still be walking out the WGEF Women's Champion. The stewardess finally took our tickets, checked our boarding passes and passports and we were finally allowed on the plane. Kevin and I clutched hands, smiling at one another as our happiness seemed to just drown the rest of the world out, almost indefinitely. We were taken to our seats, first class all the way baby, and seated. Kevin took our belongings and placed them all in the over head compartment, closing it and making sure it was securely closed and safe, so that none of the stuff would fall out and injure someone. That was the very last thing he or I ever wanted. After everyone was situated, seated and the doors to the plane were closed, the flight attendants proceeded in showing everyone the exits, how to use the breathing machines...if they were ever needed...how to buckle the belts and, just as quickly as the lesson had begun, it ended and we were off. Three....two....one....and the plane roared off the ground, into the air. We were on our way to Tokyo and in a matter of hours, we'd land and I'd get the excitement of kicking some ass and adding another name to the long list of people that have fallen victim to me and all of my greatness. It was totally exciting, I couldn't be happier. Once we were in the clear, Kevin rose to his feet and reached into the overhead compartment, pulling out the laptop that my parents had gotten my for Christmas. It was a new one, seeing as my old one was totally out of date and in desperate need of a change. He handed it to me and I took it out of it's protective bag, setting it up on the tray table and, like so many things these days, used the wi-fi connection to log on to WGEF.com. I'd promised fans -- and Trish and Kaylee -- to be the very first in the company to ever do a live broadcasted blog on WGEF.com via webcam and microphone...things that had all been automatically installed in my new, nifty laptop computer...and all from in the air, aboard Flight 635 to Tokyo, Japan. Pretty cool to be given such a great assignment like that. Once things were loaded up and everything began to calm down in the First Class area, I'd began my little blog, my hair was pulled back in a messy bun, yet it still looked very sexy, in a way. I wore a thin strapped, black and pink wife beater top with a heart and wings on the center of it, and the words 'Angelic Heart' in the center of the emblem. For bottoms, I wore a pair of black and pink Juicy Couture sweatpants that seemed to match the pink and black wife beater top...the same emblem on them as there was on the shirt...only, the back of the pants, across the ass read 'Juicy' which, Kevin seemed to like and totally agree with. Here. My make up was done very lightly, the only part that really was given much attention, were my eyes as they had the usual black eyeliner and mascara and dark eye shadow that really made my natural eye color -- that gorgeous hazel-green I was blessed with, that was a very, very rare thing -- jump out at you. It's one of the many things Kevin adored about me...my passion-filled eyes. With a smile, I crossed my slender legs under the tray table and proceeded in greeting the world for my live web broadcast. "Hello proud WGEF fans, this is pretty exciting" I began, with a smile on my face. "I get to be the very first person in WGEF to ever do a live web blog broadcast and guess what y'all...I'm in the skies on my way to Tokyo for Civil War" I said, as I turned the lap top from me to the window, so that people could see the clouds roll by as we flew. "Isn't it absolutely gorgeous?" I said, as the laptop still faced the window. "Well, it really is and I'm sure if you guys were in this seat, you would totally agree with me" I said, with a smile, as I brought the lap top back into it's original position and back to facing me. "But, that's not what this is about. This is about my match in Tokyo, this Sunday at Civil War. You see, I am scheduled to face Angela Stewart and boy has that girl done it. She's really begun to irritate me, ya know...constantly running her mouth about stuff that she simply doesn't know and couldn't understand, even if it were explained to her in an idiot-proof book. Well, Angela, say hello to your fucking wake-up call" I said, as my smile began to slowly disappear. This was all seriousness now, no more fun and games. "It would seem as if those of us with skill, with talent and with the actual brain power to get through situations like this...it seems as if we are of a rare source these days. I mean, obviously last night was a bit awkward for me, having finally received the video package for my match against Angela Stewart and, I must say, the woman's got no idea what she's getting herself into with me. With every word that she's said, with every move that she's made, she's all but actually said -- or proven -- my point, that she is a complete and total ignorant ass woman" I said, taking a deep breath as my attention turns from the webcam on my Dell Laptop to the window of the plane, starring out of it, watching the clouds roll by. "She's really managed to put her big foot in her mouth this time, people, I mean seriously...she's gone off on a wild tangent, comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, making some wild ass proclamation that we are of the same breed of stupid, that we look alike and God knows what else. Angela, do me a couple of huge favors. A) stop smoking crack sweetheart, this is probably the single most important favor that I could ever ask you to perform for me. Lay off of it, learn from Whitney Houston; crack kills. And, you most certainly cannot afford to lose any more of the few puny little brain cells you actually do have left. B) Try picking up a laptop...finding a computer...going online and taking a little gander at some information about yours truly. Don't just run off at the mouth, thinking that, with each sentence you format together, it'll actually make sense to those of us in the world with brains. The only person that any of your shit makes sense to right now, is you. Not even Robert Levvy could understand what the hell you were trying to say, that was fairly obvious when he kept looking at you with that wide-eyed 'is she serious' look on his face. You not only managed to confuse the fuck out of him, but out of everyone that was forced to listen to your ramblings. As I said to Kevin days ago; the ramblings of a desperate woman. And that, sweetheart, is exactly what you are. Desperate. You want so badly to be me, to be just like me; to be a multi-timed champion, to be adored and respected by the fans, the people, our fellow co-workers, that you'd do just about anything to get that attention, that glory. Sorry darling, see, I'm a bit of a glory hog and, I'm not going anywhere. You put up a good fight, I'll definitely give you that one, but it just wasn't good enough. You're just not good enough. Haven't you learned by now, that there's a reason people adore me, why they picture me as the epitome of female wrestling perfection. Haven't you learned why they fear me? Why I'm so respected, so adored, so looked up to and viewed as one of the best fucking wrestlers this side of the equator? Haven't you learned why I am the WGEF Women's Champion...twice over now. If you haven't learned, then you need to, and fast. You see, little girl, it's because of the likes of you, that a woman of prestige and honor needs to hold the Women's Championship belt, and that is exactly why this belt, it ain't going anywhere. Especially not into the grubby little cheap paws of someone like you. Now, I normally don't do or say things like this because, well, I know how it feels to be underestimated, to be told you simply cannot do something. But, in this instance, it's not only me that's saying it, sweetie...it's everyone in the company, everyone in the world. You're heart is twisted, you're world is twisted and you'll turn yourself into whatever it is that twisted those two. But the one thing you won't do, the one thing you can't do; is beat me...is take my Women's Championship belt. There are no if's, and's or but's about it, I am the champion for a reason. And, simply put, it's because I am the best. I've poured blood, sweat, tears and time into this belt, into this company, into this division and to have someone the likes of you, with the brain skill of a two year old and the talents of a goony, try and take all of that from me? Oh no, no, no...it's simply not going to happen. Losing to you is not an option for me, not even in the slightest of ways. However you losing to me, well, that's the only option you've been left with. It's the only option that you have. You need to learn, Angela, that to be successful in this business, it's not about how much shit you can talk or how high you rank on my annoyance scale and, for you, that's pretty damn high. It's the amount of talent and natural ability you possess...it's about using that talent, that ability to take the world by storm and turn it into your own personal playground. That's exactly what I've done. WGEF has become my own personal little playground and you're nothing more then another toy for me to destroy. And, trust me love, I will be destroying you at Civil War. Our match -- this belt -- is far too important to me, to have someone the likes of you come in and swoop out some cheap ass, lucky victory over me. Who the hell do you think you are?! Ivy Stratus?! I think not, darling" I said, licking my lips, my focus was back on the webcam again. The normal, jolly me that people are so used to seeing had been wiped clean on this day, I was more serious then I ever had been before. "I'm not sure you quite understand how this world works, in all honesty. Comparing me to hookers, to presidents, to tramps on the street, to jailbirds...none of that matters. None of that has an effect on me and, do you want to know why? Because, as entertaining as you think it is, it only proves the point that you are a complete and total dumbass. You're like the Uber Dumbass and that's entirely too sad for words. The only thing you've actually managed to do, is wake a sleeping dragon, and that does not bold well at all for you. In fact, it's pretty damn bad, for you. No one in this company has seen me pissed off, has seen that hardcore, brutal side of me because I haven't let them. I, personally, like that side of me, because it extracts even more fear in my opponent...or opponents, no matter who they might be. It sends a chill up the spines of those that have to face me in the future and it reminds them that, in this game, there is no one better. The only reason I've never shown that side of me before, is because I've had no reason to. I've managed to beat damn near every opponent I have ever had, with great ease...without breaking a sweat. And you are no different. You'll go down faster then a two dollar hooker and, by the end of the night, you will be my bitch. The only difference between this match and any that I've had before it, is that this time...I may have to do some serious soul searching before hand, to truly decide if I want to let you voluntarily walk out of the match, or be wheeled out involuntarily. And, the way things are going right now...right this minute...I'm more likely to go with the better of the two, and have them wheel your broken, battered, bruised and bloodied carcass out of that ring...out of my ring. Don't you know you're like a pawn in my game...in my world. And yes, Angela, what I said before is exactly true. You are a spot filler. That's all you've ever been, that's all you'll ever be. Don't wanna believe me? Quiz anyone that might come in contact with you between now and the match...ask them if they remember any of your matches; any of them, outside of this one and the one against Ivy. I can guarantee you that every single person will say the same shit...like a broken fucking record. You know, kind of like what you've been this entire week, every time you've opened your mouth with regards to me and this match; a broken record. All of their answers will simply be 'I don't remember' and, that's because they really don't. No one even knows who the hell you are and, as happy and proud as that seems to make you right now, it's fucking sad. Damn fucking sad. You want to be the Queen of WGEF, you want to be the champion, you want to be at the top of this division yet, no one even knows who the fuck you are. And you're proud of that? Really? And I thought Ivy Stratus was a complete mo-ran! She's like a fucking genius, when compared to the likes of you, Angela" I said, with an irritated sigh escaping my lips, as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You know, I think I might've actually been wrong about you. You're not a dumbass; you're worse then a dumbass. You epitomize the word retarded...and that is not something to be proud of. You are the very core of what a real, true-to-life retard is and that's not a compliment coming from me. You are the very bane of the women's divisions exsistance and that, simply put, is because you are far worse then any female currently signed to the WGEF Roster; including Ivy. At least when Ivy won this belt, people knew who the hell she was. Granted, that's because she shares the same last name as another infamous Stratus, a name that is synonomous with wrestling; Trish. But even without the last name, she still has more fame and popularity then you do or ever will. This right here, this match...all of this" I said, making a circle with my finger to kind of signify the "this" in that sentence "this is all the fame you will ever get. That's it. Your fifteen minutes is up, sweetie...at Civil War, you'll get your ass handed to you on a silver platter ala yours truly, moi...I will once again retain my championship belt, proving exactly why I am the top bitch in the company...and you will fade back to that same non-existent factor you were before this match. You will go back to being a spot filler, a nothing, a nobody. You will go back to facing the newbie’s of this company, all of which become bigger and better stars then you. This match is your one and only opportunity to really prove yourself worthy in this company and this industry and sadly, you've fucked up...you've failed. And, as long as I am around, you will never be me, you will never be like me, and you most certainly will never compare to me" I said, as I leaned back in the seat some, the airplane was pretty quiet, as the flight attendants began handing out drinks to the passengers. I let out a sigh as Kevin reached out and got his water and the Sprite I had ordered for myself. Mmm, sprite...so damn good. "I've been placed on a fucking pedestal for a reason, girl, and that's because I've earned it, I deserve it. You on the other hand, deserve nothing more then for me to shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll have toes for teeth and you'll be spitting shoe laces for a month straight. My gorgeous size Six Gucci Stiletto heels will be so far up your ass, that your breath will reek of original, authentic Gucci sandal. I'm not about to give in to whatever little twisted piece of shit story, theory or game it is that you're trying to play. It's all a pathetic rouse to get the best of me and, hunny, you're not even worth my best. Hell, you're not even worth my worst. But, at Civil War in Tokyo, Japan, you will get my best and my worst, you will get your ass kicked and you will have my name permanently tattooed on your ass with the words 'My new bitch' underneath it. At Civil War, I'll bury you alive if I have to, I will plow through you like a train over a tanka truck...and it'll bring me nothing but pure joy. Hell, from what I've read...from what I've seen...from the e-mails I've gotten from fans, from friends and family, from people that we work closely with, it'll bring them joy too. To see someone finally -- and hopefully permanently -- shut that hole in your face. My task right now, is to kick your ass. It's not even about the title anymore, I just want to beat you within an inch of your life...beat a little sense and respect into you. Give you a long-lasting lesson on just why the fuck I have been named the best this company and this business has to offer. It's not because of some bogus shit, girlie, and it's damn sure not because I'm related to some famous somebody in this business. I am a first generation starlette and that's something I am damn proud of. This legacy that I'm creating, it's all my own. My own hard work, my own time, my own energy went into creating it and I'm not about to let someone with the severe lack of talent like you, damage that legacy...tarnish it in any way, shape or form. You've got to be one damn dumb broad if you think, even for the smallest of seconds, that you've got what it takes to beat me. Right now, I'm like a fucking huntress and you are my prey. You're like a sitting duck in a pond that I often devour up and, this Sunday will be no different...Civil War will be no different. I have every intention on going out there, defending my belt, kicking your ass, retaining my belt and then further proving why I am the best of the fucking best. Why I am the WGEF Women's Champion. And Angela, if I were you, I'd really rethink my approach going into this match, because you'll need a lot more then the trash you've been talking, to beat me. A hell of a lot more. That's fairly obvious and clear. And, after I kick your ass, I'll move on to another overbearing, talentless, worthless bitch; Adalyn Raine. A girl that had her opportunity at glitz, glory and glamour and failed....just like you'll fail at Civil War, Angela. So, consider yourself StarrStamped because, at Civil War, that'll be the last time you ever even get to look at my belt, let alone go after it or touch it. And that, dear one, is a promise that I am for sure I can keep" I said, with a cocky smirk. "Good luck Angela, you're the one that's going to be needing it, not me" I finished, as I closed the lid to my laptop. I still had a smirk on my face as I brought my cup of ice cold sprite up to my lips, taking a sip gently. Kevin and I embraced in a quick, very subtle yet very passionate kiss, as we turned our attention to the movie that was playing in first class on the flight...and, funny how the movie that was playing was Just My Luck with Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine. Imagine...the irony of it all.

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 half past the hour on this somewhat warm Sunday afternoon in Orlando, Florida as Kevin and I patiently waited for our flight to begin boarding. "Flight 635 from Orlando to Tokyo is now boarding" the voice over the pa system said, as people -- including myself and Kevin -- began rummaging through our luggage, grabbing boarding passes, passports and what on-flight items we could bring. And like a heap, a line began to quickly form at the booth and gate to board the plane. Waiting for Flight 635, it seemed like it would never get there and finally, it did...finally, we were ready to go...finally, I would be in Tokyo and ready to kick some stupid bitch ass...that stupid bitch known to the world, better, as Angela Stewart. With a sigh, Kevin and I held each others hands gently, as we walked to the line. By the time we'd gotten there, the line wasn't quite that long...it was after we'd gotten in line, that things began to get more chaotic. Security, of course, was there to assist in any way that they could, and keep things as orderly as possibly. Within a matter of minutes, people began pointing in the direction of myself and Kevin, obviously recognizing who we were. Neither of us really minded the attention or the 'celebrity status' that had become our lives. We'd sort of gotten used to it all by now. As we paced the line slowly, inch by inch getting closer to having our tickets taken and being allowed to board, fans came over wanting to take snap shots and get autographs. People behind us seemed to get annoyed, growing weary that they were about to be on a plane with celebrities...and no one ever really liked that. It was an awesome story to tell people, to say you sat next to, in front of, behind or somehow remotely close to a celebrity...but it was quite the pain to have to wait as people snapped photos of them, got autographs and the like. Oh well, guess some people will just have to learn how to deal. Me, I had a smile on my face the entire time as I posed with kids, taking pictures and signing autographs...including some chicks size double d boobs, which she proceeded in flashing -- yes, she had a bra on, perverts -- to her boyfriend that was standing close by, so that he could snap a picture of her boobs and Jeanette and Kevin's autographs that were across them large monkeys. She even took a picture with Kevin and I, showing them bad boys off, pointing at the autographs...for memories sake, of course. The funny thing about these two was, they too were on their way to Tokyo for two reasons; one to see the WGEF pay-per-view; they'd apparently wont some tickets, an all expenses paid trip to see it live, from a radio station in local Orlando...and two, to enjoy and celebrate their recent nuptials. The more we talked to the nice couple, the more laid back and easy going they'd become, the more friendly they were, the more normal they seemed...they'd apparently gotten married the night before at a chapel in the air port...they'd eloped, simply because neither of their parents would condone or accept the fact that they were madly in love and wanted to be together, no matter the costs. In fact, neither of their parents even knew about the marriage or the chapel ceremony...and they wouldn't until they got back from Tokyo, when all of their belongings were safely in the apartment that they were moving into, together. I guess, sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures. Angela Stewart can easily relate to that one, seeing as she was pulling out every desperate plot that she could, in attempts of dethroning me as the champion. Sadly for her, her attempts wouldn't amount to a single damn thing, because...after Civil War, I'd still be walking out the WGEF Women's Champion. The stewardess finally took our tickets, checked our boarding passes and passports and we were finally allowed on the plane. Kevin and I clutched hands, smiling at one another as our happiness seemed to just drown the rest of the world out, almost indefinitely. We were taken to our seats, first class all the way baby, and seated. Kevin took our belongings and placed them all in the over head compartment, closing it and making sure it was securely closed and safe, so that none of the stuff would fall out and injure someone. That was the very last thing he or I ever wanted. After everyone was situated, seated and the doors to the plane were closed, the flight attendants proceeded in showing everyone the exits, how to use the breathing machines...if they were ever needed...how to buckle the belts and, just as quickly as the lesson had begun, it ended and we were off. Three....two....one....and the plane roared off the ground, into the air. We were on our way to Tokyo and in a matter of hours, we'd land and I'd get the excitement of kicking some ass and adding another name to the long list of people that have fallen victim to me and all of my greatness. It was totally exciting, I couldn't be happier. Once we were in the clear, Kevin rose to his feet and reached into the overhead compartment, pulling out the laptop that my parents had gotten my for Christmas. It was a new one, seeing as my old one was totally out of date and in desperate need of a change. He handed it to me and I took it out of it's protective bag, setting it up on the tray table and, like so many things these days, used the wi-fi connection to log on to WGEF.com. I'd promised fans -- and Trish and Kaylee -- to be the very first in the company to ever do a live broadcasted blog on WGEF.com via webcam and microphone...things that had all been automatically installed in my new, nifty laptop computer...and all from in the air, aboard Flight 635 to Tokyo, Japan. Pretty cool to be given such a great assignment like that. Once things were loaded up and everything began to calm down in the First Class area, I'd began my little blog, my hair was pulled back in a messy bun, yet it still looked very sexy, in a way. I wore a thin strapped, black and pink wife beater top with a heart and wings on the center of it, and the words 'Angelic Heart' in the center of the emblem. For bottoms, I wore a pair of black and pink Juicy Couture sweatpants that seemed to match the pink and black wife beater top...the same emblem on them as there was on the shirt...only, the back of the pants, across the ass read 'Juicy' which, Kevin seemed to like and totally agree with. Here. My make up was done very lightly, the only part that really was given much attention, were my eyes as they had the usual black eyeliner and mascara and dark eye shadow that really made my natural eye color -- that gorgeous hazel-green I was blessed with, that was a very, very rare thing -- jump out at you. It's one of the many things Kevin adored about me...my passion-filled eyes. With a smile, I crossed my slender legs under the tray table and proceeded in greeting the world for my live web broadcast. "Hello proud WGEF fans, this is pretty exciting" I began, with a smile on my face. "I get to be the very first person in WGEF to ever do a live web blog broadcast and guess what y'all...I'm in the skies on my way to Tokyo for Civil War" I said, as I turned the lap top from me to the window, so that people could see the clouds roll by as we flew. "Isn't it absolutely gorgeous?" I said, as the laptop still faced the window. "Well, it really is and I'm sure if you guys were in this seat, you would totally agree with me" I said, with a smile, as I brought the lap top back into it's original position and back to facing me. "But, that's not what this is about. This is about my match in Tokyo, this Sunday at Civil War. You see, I am scheduled to face Angela Stewart and boy has that girl done it. She's really begun to irritate me, ya know...constantly running her mouth about stuff that she simply doesn't know and couldn't understand, even if it were explained to her in an idiot-proof book. Well, Angela, say hello to your fucking wake-up call" I said, as my smile began to slowly disappear. This was all seriousness now, no more fun and games. "It would seem as if those of us with skill, with talent and with the actual brain power to get through situations like this...it seems as if we are of a rare source these days. I mean, obviously last night was a bit awkward for me, having finally received the video package for my match against Angela Stewart and, I must say, the woman's got no idea what she's getting herself into with me. With every word that she's said, with every move that she's made, she's all but actually said -- or proven -- my point, that she is a complete and total ignorant ass woman" I said, taking a deep breath as my attention turns from the webcam on my Dell Laptop to the window of the plane, starring out of it, watching the clouds roll by. "She's really managed to put her big foot in her mouth this time, people, I mean seriously...she's gone off on a wild tangent, comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, making some wild ass proclamation that we are of the same breed of stupid, that we look alike and God knows what else. Angela, do me a couple of huge favors. A) stop smoking crack sweetheart, this is probably the single most important favor that I could ever ask you to perform for me. Lay off of it, learn from Whitney Houston; crack kills. And, you most certainly cannot afford to lose any more of the few puny little brain cells you actually do have left. B) Try picking up a laptop...finding a computer...going online and taking a little gander at some information about yours truly. Don't just run off at the mouth, thinking that, with each sentence you format together, it'll actually make sense to those of us in the world with brains. The only person that any of your shit makes sense to right now, is you. Not even Robert Levvy could understand what the hell you were trying to say, that was fairly obvious when he kept looking at you with that wide-eyed 'is she serious' look on his face. You not only managed to confuse the fuck out of him, but out of everyone that was forced to listen to your ramblings. As I said to Kevin days ago; the ramblings of a desperate woman. And that, sweetheart, is exactly what you are. Desperate. You want so badly to be me, to be just like me; to be a multi-timed champion, to be adored and respected by the fans, the people, our fellow co-workers, that you'd do just about anything to get that attention, that glory. Sorry darling, see, I'm a bit of a glory hog and, I'm not going anywhere. You put up a good fight, I'll definitely give you that one, but it just wasn't good enough. You're just not good enough. Haven't you learned by now, that there's a reason people adore me, why they picture me as the epitome of female wrestling perfection. Haven't you learned why they fear me? Why I'm so respected, so adored, so looked up to and viewed as one of the best fucking wrestlers this side of the equator? Haven't you learned why I am the WGEF Women's Champion...twice over now. If you haven't learned, then you need to, and fast. You see, little girl, it's because of the likes of you, that a woman of prestige and honor needs to hold the Women's Championship belt, and that is exactly why this belt, it ain't going anywhere. Especially not into the grubby little cheap paws of someone like you. Now, I normally don't do or say things like this because, well, I know how it feels to be underestimated, to be told you simply cannot do something. But, in this instance, it's not only me that's saying it, sweetie...it's everyone in the company, everyone in the world. You're heart is twisted, you're world is twisted and you'll turn yourself into whatever it is that twisted those two. But the one thing you won't do, the one thing you can't do; is beat me...is take my Women's Championship belt. There are no if's, and's or but's about it, I am the champion for a reason. And, simply put, it's because I am the best. I've poured blood, sweat, tears and time into this belt, into this company, into this division and to have someone the likes of you, with the brain skill of a two year old and the talents of a goony, try and take all of that from me? Oh no, no, no...it's simply not going to happen. Losing to you is not an option for me, not even in the slightest of ways. However you losing to me, well, that's the only option you've been left with. It's the only option that you have. You need to learn, Angela, that to be successful in this business, it's not about how much shit you can talk or how high you rank on my annoyance scale and, for you, that's pretty damn high. It's the amount of talent and natural ability you possess...it's about using that talent, that ability to take the world by storm and turn it into your own personal playground. That's exactly what I've done. WGEF has become my own personal little playground and you're nothing more then another toy for me to destroy. And, trust me love, I will be destroying you at Civil War. Our match -- this belt -- is far too important to me, to have someone the likes of you come in and swoop out some cheap ass, lucky victory over me. Who the hell do you think you are?! Ivy Stratus?! I think not, darling" I said, licking my lips, my focus was back on the webcam again. The normal, jolly me that people are so used to seeing had been wiped clean on this day, I was more serious then I ever had been before. "I'm not sure you quite understand how this world works, in all honesty. Comparing me to hookers, to presidents, to tramps on the street, to jailbirds...none of that matters. None of that has an effect on me and, do you want to know why? Because, as entertaining as you think it is, it only proves the point that you are a complete and total dumbass. You're like the Uber Dumbass and that's entirely too sad for words. The only thing you've actually managed to do, is wake a sleeping dragon, and that does not bold well at all for you. In fact, it's pretty damn bad, for you. No one in this company has seen me pissed off, has seen that hardcore, brutal side of me because I haven't let them. I, personally, like that side of me, because it extracts even more fear in my opponent...or opponents, no matter who they might be. It sends a chill up the spines of those that have to face me in the future and it reminds them that, in this game, there is no one better. The only reason I've never shown that side of me before, is because I've had no reason to. I've managed to beat damn near every opponent I have ever had, with great ease...without breaking a sweat. And you are no different. You'll go down faster then a two dollar hooker and, by the end of the night, you will be my bitch. The only difference between this match and any that I've had before it, is that this time...I may have to do some serious soul searching before hand, to truly decide if I want to let you voluntarily walk out of the match, or be wheeled out involuntarily. And, the way things are going right now...right this minute...I'm more likely to go with the better of the two, and have them wheel your broken, battered, bruised and bloodied carcass out of that ring...out of my ring. Don't you know you're like a pawn in my game...in my world. And yes, Angela, what I said before is exactly true. You are a spot filler. That's all you've ever been, that's all you'll ever be. Don't wanna believe me? Quiz anyone that might come in contact with you between now and the match...ask them if they remember any of your matches; any of them, outside of this one and the one against Ivy. I can guarantee you that every single person will say the same shit...like a broken fucking record. You know, kind of like what you've been this entire week, every time you've opened your mouth with regards to me and this match; a broken record. All of their answers will simply be 'I don't remember' and, that's because they really don't. No one even knows who the hell you are and, as happy and proud as that seems to make you right now, it's fucking sad. Damn fucking sad. You want to be the Queen of WGEF, you want to be the champion, you want to be at the top of this division yet, no one even knows who the fuck you are. And you're proud of that? Really? And I thought Ivy Stratus was a complete mo-ran! She's like a fucking genius, when compared to the likes of you, Angela" I said, with an irritated sigh escaping my lips, as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You know, I think I might've actually been wrong about you. You're not a dumbass; you're worse then a dumbass. You epitomize the word retarded...and that is not something to be proud of. You are the very core of what a real, true-to-life retard is and that's not a compliment coming from me. You are the very bane of the women's divisions exsistance and that, simply put, is because you are far worse then any female currently signed to the WGEF Roster; including Ivy. At least when Ivy won this belt, people knew who the hell she was. Granted, that's because she shares the same last name as another infamous Stratus, a name that is synonomous with wrestling; Trish. But even without the last name, she still has more fame and popularity then you do or ever will. This right here, this match...all of this" I said, making a circle with my finger to kind of signify the "this" in that sentence "this is all the fame you will ever get. That's it. Your fifteen minutes is up, sweetie...at Civil War, you'll get your ass handed to you on a silver platter ala yours truly, moi...I will once again retain my championship belt, proving exactly why I am the top bitch in the company...and you will fade back to that same non-existent factor you were before this match. You will go back to being a spot filler, a nothing, a nobody. You will go back to facing the newbie’s of this company, all of which become bigger and better stars then you. This match is your one and only opportunity to really prove yourself worthy in this company and this industry and sadly, you've fucked up...you've failed. And, as long as I am around, you will never be me, you will never be like me, and you most certainly will never compare to me" I said, as I leaned back in the seat some, the airplane was pretty quiet, as the flight attendants began handing out drinks to the passengers. I let out a sigh as Kevin reached out and got his water and the Sprite I had ordered for myself. Mmm, sprite...so damn good. "I've been placed on a fucking pedestal for a reason, girl, and that's because I've earned it, I deserve it. You on the other hand, deserve nothing more then for me to shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll have toes for teeth and you'll be spitting shoe laces for a month straight. My gorgeous size Six Gucci Stiletto heels will be so far up your ass, that your breath will reek of original, authentic Gucci sandal. I'm not about to give in to whatever little twisted piece of shit story, theory or game it is that you're trying to play. It's all a pathetic rouse to get the best of me and, hunny, you're not even worth my best. Hell, you're not even worth my worst. But, at Civil War in Tokyo, Japan, you will get my best and my worst, you will get your ass kicked and you will have my name permanently tattooed on your ass with the words 'My new bitch' underneath it. At Civil War, I'll bury you alive if I have to, I will plow through you like a train over a tanka truck...and it'll bring me nothing but pure joy. Hell, from what I've read...from what I've seen...from the e-mails I've gotten from fans, from friends and family, from people that we work closely with, it'll bring them joy too. To see someone finally -- and hopefully permanently -- shut that hole in your face. My task right now, is to kick your ass. It's not even about the title anymore, I just want to beat you within an inch of your life...beat a little sense and respect into you. Give you a long-lasting lesson on just why the fuck I have been named the best this company and this business has to offer. It's not because of some bogus shit, girlie, and it's damn sure not because I'm related to some famous somebody in this business. I am a first generation starlette and that's something I am damn proud of. This legacy that I'm creating, it's all my own. My own hard work, my own time, my own energy went into creating it and I'm not about to let someone with the severe lack of talent like you, damage that legacy...tarnish it in any way, shape or form. You've got to be one damn dumb broad if you think, even for the smallest of seconds, that you've got what it takes to beat me. Right now, I'm like a fucking huntress and you are my prey. You're like a sitting duck in a pond that I often devour up and, this Sunday will be no different...Civil War will be no different. I have every intention on going out there, defending my belt, kicking your ass, retaining my belt and then further proving why I am the best of the fucking best. Why I am the WGEF Women's Champion. And Angela, if I were you, I'd really rethink my approach going into this match, because you'll need a lot more then the trash you've been talking, to beat me. A hell of a lot more. That's fairly obvious and clear. And, after I kick your ass, I'll move on to another overbearing, talentless, worthless bitch; Adalyn Raine. A girl that had her opportunity at glitz, glory and glamour and failed....just like you'll fail at Civil War, Angela. So, consider yourself StarrStamped because, at Civil War, that'll be the last time you ever even get to look at my belt, let alone go after it or touch it. And that, dear one, is a promise that I am for sure I can keep" I said, with a cocky smirk. "Good luck Angela, you're the one that's going to be needing it, not me" I finished, as I closed the lid to my laptop. I still had a smirk on my face as I brought my cup of ice cold sprite up to my lips, taking a sip gently. Kevin and I embraced in a quick, very subtle yet very passionate kiss, as we turned our attention to the movie that was playing in first class on the flight...and, funny how the movie that was playing was Just My Luck with Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine. Imagine...the irony of it all.