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It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. |
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It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. |
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It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. As Jeanette noticed the clock, her time on the radio station was up, it was time to move along to her next journey at hand. "Well, Jeanette, we most certainly appreciate you stopping by and spending some time with us, and we definitely look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow night. Candice and I both have front row seats and we will definitely be in your corner one hundred and fifty percent" Steve said, which made me smile and look at him in total appreciation. "Before you go, you want to let our listeners in on a secret of yours" he asked, and Jeanette nodded her head as she held up two tickets, complete with backstage passes, to the live event tomorrow night. "In my hand I hold two front row seats and backstage passes to tomorrow night's live event where you will get to see yours truly, moi, defeat Adalyn Raine. Hmm...how can I do this..." I pondered, before smiling. "We'll keep it simple, the tenth caller wins the prize" I said, as the lines began to blow up. And one by one, they were all eliminated. Finally, the tenth caller had been found "Hello, you're on the air with Candice, Steve and Jeanette; who's speaking" Steve asked, as the male cleared his voice. "Austin, Austin Miller" he replied, excitement in his voice "Well Austin, you are the tenth caller, congratulations sweetie. I've got two tickets for you to meet and greet the stars of WGEF and watch the show live from the front row" I said, which seemed to get a 'wheee' out of him. I laughed some and nodded my head "Hey Austin, just out of curiousity...your predictions for tomorrow, who do you see walking out the victor; myself or Adalyn Raine" I asked, as he spoke up without even thinking the answer over. "You, Jeanette, all the way" he said, which made me smile. "Thanks so much Austin and congratulations sweetheart. Stay on the line so Candice can get your information and set up a time for you to pick up your tickets. And, as an added bonus you'll have an autographed WGEF t-shirt and my latest WGEF photo signed by me, just for you" I said, with a smile...even though he couldn't exactly see it. "Awesome man, you absolutely rock Jeanette. You are such a babe" he said, as Candice placed him off-air to take down his information. "That's what it's all about, Steve...people like Austin Miller and the millions of other amazing fans that I get to meet every day. That's what keeps me going and tomorrow night, that is exactly what'll help me pull off this amazing victory over Adalyn Raine" I said, as I rose to my feet. "Good luck tomorrow, Jeanette and thanks for stopping in" he replied back, as I laughed and nodded my head. They went to a brief commercial break as I headed through the doors to drop the winnings for Austin Miller at the front office so that, when he came for them, they were ready. After saying the final goodbyes to the entire on-air and radio station crew, I made it back to the Denali that had been driving me around for the day, to have off to my next destination. Tomorrow night, Adalyn Raine may go in being confident, she may go in thinking she's got my number but once it is all said and done, once the match was over, I will still come out victorious adding yet another win to my amazing win-loss record. |
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It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. As Jeanette noticed the clock, her time on the radio station was up, it was time to move along to her next journey at hand. "Well, Jeanette, we most certainly appreciate you stopping by and spending some time with us, and we definitely look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow night. Candice and I both have front row seats and we will definitely be in your corner one hundred and fifty percent" Steve said, which made me smile and look at him in total appreciation. "Before you go, you want to let our listeners in on a secret of yours" he asked, and Jeanette nodded her head as she held up two tickets, complete with backstage passes, to the live event tomorrow night. "In my hand I hold two front row seats and backstage passes to tomorrow night's live event where you will get to see yours truly, moi, defeat Adalyn Raine. Hmm...how can I do this..." I pondered, before smiling. "We'll keep it simple, the tenth caller wins the prize" I said, as the lines began to blow up. And one by one, they were all eliminated. Finally, the tenth caller had been found "Hello, you're on the air with Candice, Steve and Jeanette; who's speaking" Steve asked, as the male cleared his voice. "Austin, Austin Miller" he replied, excitement in his voice "Well Austin, you are the tenth caller, congratulations sweetie. I've got two tickets for you to meet and greet the stars of WGEF and watch the show live from the front row" I said, which seemed to get a 'wheee' out of him. I laughed some and nodded my head "Hey Austin, just out of curiousity...your predictions for tomorrow, who do you see walking out the victor; myself or Adalyn Raine" I asked, as he spoke up without even thinking the answer over. "You, Jeanette, all the way" he said, which made me smile. "Thanks so much Austin and congratulations sweetheart. Stay on the line so Candice can get your information and set up a time for you to pick up your tickets. And, as an added bonus you'll have an autographed WGEF t-shirt and my latest WGEF photo signed by me, just for you" I said, with a smile...even though he couldn't exactly see it. "Awesome man, you absolutely rock Jeanette. You are such a babe" he said, as Candice placed him off-air to take down his information. "That's what it's all about, Steve...people like Austin Miller and the millions of other amazing fans that I get to meet every day. That's what keeps me going and tomorrow night, that is exactly what'll help me pull off this amazing victory over Adalyn Raine" I said, as I rose to my feet. "Good luck tomorrow, Jeanette and thanks for stopping in" he replied back, as I laughed and nodded my head. They went to a brief commercial break as I headed through the doors to drop the winnings for Austin Miller at the front office so that, when he came for them, they were ready. After saying the final goodbyes to the entire on-air and radio station crew, I made it back to the Denali that had been driving me around for the day, to have off to my next destination. Tomorrow night, Adalyn Raine may go in being confident, she may go in thinking she's got my number but once it is all said and done, once the match was over, I will still come out victorious adding yet another win to my amazing win-loss record. |
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It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve  introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. As Jeanette noticed the clock, her time on the radio station was up, it was time to move along to her next journey at hand. "Well, Jeanette, we most certainly appreciate you stopping by and spending some time with us, and we definitely look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow night. Candice and I both have front row seats and we will definitely be in your corner one hundred and fifty percent" Steve said, which made me smile and look at him in total appreciation. "Before you go, you want to let our listeners in on a secret of yours" he asked, and Jeanette nodded her head as she held up two tickets, complete with backstage passes, to the live event tomorrow night. "In my hand I hold two front row seats and backstage passes to tomorrow night's live event where you will get to see yours truly, moi, defeat Adalyn Raine. Hmm...how can I do this..." I pondered, before smiling. "We'll keep it simple, the tenth caller wins the  prize" I said, as the lines began to blow up. And one by one, they were all eliminated. Finally, the tenth caller had been found "Hello, you're on the air with Candice, Steve and Jeanette; who's speaking" Steve asked, as the male cleared his voice. "Austin, Austin Miller" he replied, excitement in his voice "Well Austin, you are the tenth caller, congratulations sweetie. I've got two tickets for you to meet and greet the stars of WGEF and watch the show live from the front row" I said, which seemed to get a 'wheee' out of him. I laughed some and nodded my head "Hey Austin, just out of curiousity...your predictions for tomorrow, who do you see walking out the victor; myself or Adalyn Raine" I asked, as he spoke up without even thinking the answer over. "You, Jeanette, all the way" he said, which made me smile. "Thanks so much Austin and congratulations sweetheart. Stay on the line so Candice can get your information and set up a time for you to pick up your tickets. And, as an added bonus you'll have an autographed WGEF t-shirt and my latest WGEF photo signed by me, just for you" I said, with a smile...even though he couldn't exactly see it. "Awesome man, you absolutely rock Jeanette. You are such a babe" he said, as Candice placed him off-air to take down his information. "That's what it's all about, Steve...people like Austin Miller and the millions of other amazing fans that I get to meet every day. That's what keeps me going and tomorrow night, that is exactly what'll help me pull off this amazing victory over Adalyn Raine" I said, as I rose to my feet. "Good luck tomorrow, Jeanette and thanks for stopping in" he replied back, as I laughed and nodded my head. They went to a brief commercial break as I headed through the doors to drop the winnings for Austin Miller at the front office so that, when he came for them, they were ready. After saying the final goodbyes to the entire on-air and radio station crew, I made it back to the Denali that had been driving me around for the day, to have off to my next destination. Tomorrow night, Adalyn Raine may go in being confident, she may go in thinking she's got my number but once it is all said and done, once the match was over, I will still come out victorious adding yet another win to my amazing win-loss record. |
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 | | | . blah blah blah blah blah blah blha blah blahh lk nr nr nrjjc eio jfo er in nvoerrijv ero nvoiergj. roleplay information or ooc or stats or whatever you want goes here. | | |  | | | It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. As Jeanette noticed the clock, her time on the radio station was up, it was time to move along to her next journey at hand. "Well, Jeanette, we most certainly appreciate you stopping by and spending some time with us, and we definitely look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow night. Candice and I both have front row seats and we will definitely be in your corner one hundred and fifty percent" Steve said, which made me smile and look at him in total appreciation. "Before you go, you want to let our listeners in on a secret of yours" he asked, and Jeanette nodded her head as she held up two tickets, complete with backstage passes, to the live event tomorrow night. "In my hand I hold two front row seats and backstage passes to tomorrow night's live event where you will get to see yours truly, moi, defeat Adalyn Raine. Hmm...how can I do this..." I pondered, before smiling. "We'll keep it simple, the tenth caller wins the prize" I said, as the lines began to blow up. And one by one, they were all eliminated. Finally, the tenth caller had been found "Hello, you're on the air with Candice, Steve and Jeanette; who's speaking" Steve asked, as the male cleared his voice. "Austin, Austin Miller" he replied, excitement in his voice "Well Austin, you are the tenth caller, congratulations sweetie. I've got two tickets for you to meet and greet the stars of WGEF and watch the show live from the front row" I said, which seemed to get a 'wheee' out of him. I laughed some and nodded my head "Hey Austin, just out of curiousity...your predictions for tomorrow, who do you see walking out the victor; myself or Adalyn Raine" I asked, as he spoke up without even thinking the answer over. "You, Jeanette, all the way" he said, which made me smile. "Thanks so much Austin and congratulations sweetheart. Stay on the line so Candice can get your information and set up a time for you to pick up your tickets. And, as an added bonus you'll have an autographed WGEF t-shirt and my latest WGEF photo signed by me, just for you" I said, with a smile...even though he couldn't exactly see it. "Awesome man, you absolutely rock Jeanette. You are such a babe" he said, as Candice placed him off-air to take down his information. "That's what it's all about, Steve...people like Austin Miller and the millions of other amazing fans that I get to meet every day. That's what keeps me going and tomorrow night, that is exactly what'll help me pull off this amazing victory over Adalyn Raine" I said, as I rose to my feet. "Good luck tomorrow, Jeanette and thanks for stopping in" he replied back, as I laughed and nodded my head. They went to a brief commercial break as I headed through the doors to drop the winnings for Austin Miller at the front office so that, when he came for them, they were ready. After saying the final goodbyes to the entire on-air and radio station crew, I made it back to the Denali that had been driving me around for the day, to have off to my next destination. Tomorrow night, Adalyn Raine may go in being confident, she may go in thinking she's got my number but once it is all said and done, once the match was over, I will still come out victorious adding yet another win to my amazing win-loss record. | | |  | |
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| | | . So here is my first for my match. I am so sorry it's up so late like this when I've had all flippin' week to do it lol. I've been unbelivably busy with tons of school work and being a Political Science/Pre-Law major does not help my work load, since I have to maintain at least a 3.0 if I even want to be considered an intregal part of that program lol. So there ya go. And then ad to that, my first essay is due in two weeks, AYE! God help me, I am soooo gonna go balistic lmao. But anywho, here is the first of my series; it's very simple, very bland, very blah but at least it's something. Good luckie to my chickadee opponent Alleeeeena, she's awesomesauce so may the best girlie win, hehe. Hopefully I can get a second up but who knows, school is so gah right now..it's annoying as fizzlefacks! Anywho; enjoy, even if you have to force yourself, lol. Toodles peeps :) | | | | | | It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. As Jeanette noticed the clock, her time on the radio station was up, it was time to move along to her next journey at hand. "Well, Jeanette, we most certainly appreciate you stopping by and spending some time with us, and we definitely look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow night. Candice and I both have front row seats and we will definitely be in your corner one hundred and fifty percent" Steve said, which made me smile and look at him in total appreciation. "Before you go, you want to let our listeners in on a secret of yours" he asked, and Jeanette nodded her head as she held up two tickets, complete with backstage passes, to the live event tomorrow night. "In my hand I hold two front row seats and backstage passes to tomorrow night's live event where you will get to see yours truly, moi, defeat Adalyn Raine. Hmm...how can I do this..." I pondered, before smiling. "We'll keep it simple, the tenth caller wins the prize" I said, as the lines began to blow up. And one by one, they were all eliminated. Finally, the tenth caller had been found "Hello, you're on the air with Candice, Steve and Jeanette; who's speaking" Steve asked, as the male cleared his voice. "Austin, Austin Miller" he replied, excitement in his voice "Well Austin, you are the tenth caller, congratulations sweetie. I've got two tickets for you to meet and greet the stars of WGEF and watch the show live from the front row" I said, which seemed to get a 'wheee' out of him. I laughed some and nodded my head "Hey Austin, just out of curiousity...your predictions for tomorrow, who do you see walking out the victor; myself or Adalyn Raine" I asked, as he spoke up without even thinking the answer over. "You, Jeanette, all the way" he said, which made me smile. "Thanks so much Austin and congratulations sweetheart. Stay on the line so Candice can get your information and set up a time for you to pick up your tickets. And, as an added bonus you'll have an autographed WGEF t-shirt and my latest WGEF photo signed by me, just for you" I said, with a smile...even though he couldn't exactly see it. "Awesome man, you absolutely rock Jeanette. You are such a babe" he said, as Candice placed him off-air to take down his information. "That's what it's all about, Steve...people like Austin Miller and the millions of other amazing fans that I get to meet every day. That's what keeps me going and tomorrow night, that is exactly what'll help me pull off this amazing victory over Adalyn Raine" I said, as I rose to my feet. "Good luck tomorrow, Jeanette and thanks for stopping in" he replied back, as I laughed and nodded my head. They went to a brief commercial break as I headed through the doors to drop the winnings for Austin Miller at the front office so that, when he came for them, they were ready. After saying the final goodbyes to the entire on-air and radio station crew, I made it back to the Denali that had been driving me around for the day, to have off to my next destination. Tomorrow night, Adalyn Raine may go in being confident, she may go in thinking she's got my number but once it is all said and done, once the match was over, I will still come out victorious adding yet another win to my amazing win-loss record. | | | | |
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| | | . So here is my first for my match. I am so sorry it's up so late like this when I've had all flippin' week to do it lol. I've been unbelivably busy with tons of school work and being a Political Science/Pre-Law major does not help my work load, since I have to maintain at least a 3.0 if I even want to be considered an intregal part of that program lol. So there ya go. And then ad to that, my first essay is due in two weeks, AYE! God help me, I am soooo gonna go balistic lmao. But anywho, here is the first of my series; it's very simple, very bland, very blah but at least it's something. Good luckie to my chickadee opponent Alleeeeena, she's awesomesauce so may the best girlie win, hehe. Hopefully I can get a second up but who knows, school is so gah right now..it's annoying as fizzlefacks! Anywho; enjoy, even if you have to force yourself, lol. Toodles peeps :) | | | | | | It wasn't like this entire concept was new to me, I mean, I'd been at the top once before. Of course, when I was up there the first time, the roster was full of credible women that were worthy of more then they are now. There were more women I could name as possible contenders for my championship belt, there were women that had proven their devotion to this company, that had the same amount of heart and passion as the next. Now, what do I see? A flock of females that are all the same, in one way or another. They lack the talent, the passion, the ambition...the drive that once brought us all to the dance. Me, I live off of being the very best that the company has to offer. Not the second, third or fourth best, but thee absolute best. And thus far, I've made a career out of being just that -- the best. People can say that my championship match at Civil War against Angela Stewart was a "close call" for me and so many wonder if I've still got what it takes to dominate the company, but that's easy to say, an easy assessment to make when you're standing on the outside looking in, like so many in this company do, and are used to. People like Adalyn Raine. But on the inside of that match, I never -- for one second -- felt my reign in jeopardy or threatened. See, while Angela was busy taking cheap shots at my marital life, my life outside the business, and comparing me to the likes of George W. Bush, I relied on the facts, on the real issue at hand. My championship belt. And not for a single second, did I ever assume, think or ponder whether Angela Stewart -- as useless to the world of wrestling and WGEF as she is -- was going to be walking out of Civil War with my championship belt. Reason being, because I knew she wouldn't. Come hell or high water, I was still going to be the WGEF Women's Champion. That's just the way it is. Now that we're losing so many 'greats'...Chris McKenzie, Dylan James, Tapanga Britt-James, it seems almost conclusive that things for WGEF were beginning to look pretty bad. We've lost one of the most deserving women to wear my belt, one of the most talented individuals I have ever had the distinct honor and pleasure of working with...not to mention one of the best friends any person could ever ask for, the moment Tapanga walked out. She and I started with the company just around the same time, she came signed in August and I, myself, signed in April...and regardless of those months between, where we had never known each other, had never met, I can honestly say that without her in the company, the Women's Division has no new contender for my belt. Angela Stewart? Been there, done that. Ivy Stratus? Been there, done that. Ninety-nine percent of the females on the current roster, I've already beaten at one point or another, in some form or fashion. The only one standing out...well two, would be Adalyn Raine and Trish Stratus. Sure, I hold a disqualification victory over Trish but to me, that's simply not good enough. Will she and I meet again one day? You can bet your sweet ass we will and when we do, it will be for her precious Intercontinental Championship. My future holds more in store for it, then to simply be the Women's Champion and I have every intention on living to my fullest potential. My career doesn't end when I drop this belt, it doesn't end when I lose it, and it certainly doesn't end this Friday Night on Fight Night. For Adalyn Raine, this will be the closest she will ever get to being the Women's Champion. She will see the belt from a distance, she will get to see her own reflection in it for a split second and just like that, it'll be taken from her...it'll be over. Can she beat me? Maybe, who knows. But will she? Absolutely not. I've got more power in my body then Adalyn chooses to give me credit for, her egotistical nature, her cocky attitude is only a facade that she uses to cover up the one thing that she can't hide from me....the fact that she is nothing more then a scared little girl, trying to act like some big bad bitch. You can't hide behind this facade, this mask for long, Adalyn...and on Fight Night I have every intention on pulling off the mask and revealing what we all know is true. I just hope that she's as "strong" and as "cocky" afterward, to come back from it. Things seemed almost stoic for World's Greatest E-Federation. They were insanely slow and only seemed to be moving slower and slower by the second. As the sounds of an alarm clock rang out, filling the air that was Connecitcut. The weather outside was freightfully cold, skin piercing cold, in fact, any fool would be just that, a fool, to be out in this weather. The safest place for any person, was right inside their homes, covered by mounds and mounds of blankets, warm and with their loved ones. But, I'm not just any person, I am Jeanette effing Salazar. It's in my nature t ogo out in the world in the most awkward of times and temperatures. The time along the clock read 6:45 a.m. and it was only by habit that I'd be waking this early in the morning. And, not even so much by habit, as it was an obligation that was needing to be filled. "Ugh, five more minutes, please" I grumbled under my breath, as I hid under the blankets not wanting to move. Lying next to me, of course, was Kevin who reached for the alarm clock, as he would at home. He tried and tried his best to stop the ringing, but unfortunately, it was an unsuccessful task. Mainly because the clock was on my side of the bed, and not his. I groaned again, kicking my feet like a six year old child not wanting to get up for school that morning. "I don't wanna" I said, with a pout on my face as Kevin slid his body under the blankets with mine. Gently, he slid his arm over my slender stomach, looking at me with a smile, barely opening his eyes to take the sight of me and my fresh morning look. I smiled back and snuggled up next to him, my head pressed gently against his as he inhaled one deep breath. "You've got to get up baby, they are expecting you" he said, with a light tap on my hip, trying to urge me to get up. I laughed some, looking up at him and nodded. "Fine, but only if you promise to treat me to dinner tonight...some place where it can be just you and I. Not you, Kevin Sane the internationally famous, well known and oh so legendary wrestler and not me, Jeanette Salazar the current WGEF Women's Champion, a legend in the making, the greatest female on the current WGEF Roster...I just want it to be you and I, Jeanette and Kevin Sane; happily married couple looking for a night out, hope of the future burning in our eyes" I said, as I leaned in to him some, with a smile on my face. He nodded and gave me a returning, comforting smile. "I think that can be arranged baby" he replied, as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning in, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Things slowly began to get more heated, more passionate, until the buzzer from the alarm began to ring out again. I groaned again, under my breath, as we kissed, and slowly it was broken up. I laughed and slowly crawled out of bed, my hair was a mess thanks to the blankets, and Kevin couldn't help but laugh. My first destination, the bathroom in which I would shower and dress for my daily assignments, the assignments that Trish and Kaylee had set me up with for the day. Being a champion was extremely hard, a lot of charity events, promotional events and so on, but...in the end, it was completely worth it. To see the looks on my fans faces, to be known as the best, to be the champion...in the end, it was all worth it. An hour and a half later, a cup of cold water in one hand and my Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses in the other, I peered out the window of our hotel suite, letting a sigh out. I'd been dressed, my hair and make-up was done and I looked f l a w l e s s, like always. With a smile out of my face, there was a second content sigh that escaped my luscious lips as I looked from the window to Kevin. "You ready for today" he asked me, with a smile as he watched me. I slid my sunglasses over the top of my head, letting them rest their mixed in with my gorgeous, flowing red hair that was left down, gentle curls cascading through, the shine of my hair gave off the most healthy and gorgeous look ever. "Damn skippy" I said, with a light giggle as I moved to the bed. Climbing on it gently, I leaned in and gave Kevin a gentle kiss on the lips, he reciprocated by kissing me back. "I love you baby" he said, as he patted the spot of my thigh under my ass very gentle-like. I laughed and looked at him, shaking my head "I love you too, Kevvie" I replied, pulling back from the kiss. Giving him one final kiss, I grabbed my purse and headed for the hotel door. With a smile, I opened it, let out a sigh and walked out, closing it shut behind me. Naturally, Kevin rolled over and went right back to sleep, what I would give for a good night's sleep for once, but that was neither here nor there. I'd be able to get my rest soon enough, at least, I hoped so. Especially given the idea that I'd had, that I pitched to Kevin not to long ago regarding the entire women's division. What was it? Well, like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see, wink-wink. The clock read 8:15 a.m. and I had just enough time to stop at a Starbucks before having to be at the station house for the last hour of their usual morning show. 8:50 a.m. // HOTT 98.3 [98.3 KZBS] // Connecticut "Ladies and gentlemen, coming up in about ten minutes, we will have the current World's Greatest E-Fedaration Women's Champion in our studio for a sit-in interview. She'll discuss everything from the recent departure of her closest friends, her previous championship match against Angela Stewart, her upcoming match tomorrow night on Fight Night against Adalyn Raine and so much more. Nothing is off limits, when it comes to the lovely Jeanette Salazar" the voice said aloud, which seemed to be the perfect que to send Jeanette on in to the studio. Greeted by handshakes and hugs, she took her place, her belt in hand -- naturally -- across from the main DJ's. She had a Starbucks Double Mint Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows, a special they were running for the day, in hand...it just so happened to be one of her favorite drinks and was the perfect way to stay warm admist the cold, crisp air that blew throughout all of Connecticut. The station went into a commercial break, complete with previews for tomorrow's morning show and contests that were going on, ten minutes was just enough time for Jeanette to relax, get situated and acquainted with the interviewers for the day, the Crew of HOTT 98.3. "You ready for this" the male DJ asked -- his name was Stephen Sanders, but on the radio everyone called him simply Stellar Steve. It was all apart of this persona he had going on. The female DJ that was with them was Candice Bellington -- or, as the radio world knew her in Connecticut Candice Love, yet another one of those on-air persona's that the radio personalities tended to have. As the station went live again, Jeanette was all smiles as Stellar Steve introduced her to the world wide audience of Radioland, as he calls it. "In the studio with us is the lovely Jeanette Salazar and, boys remember, she's a newly married woman" he began saying, with a laugh. "Maybe I'm the one that needs to remember that" he continued, trying to play off some sort of joke. I giggled, but only because it was the polite thing to do. "Welcome Jeanette, welcome" he and Candice said, as they qued in the applause button which rang through the air like it was some sort of real live audience or something. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the invite here. It's been such a long time since I've actually had the opportunity to do an on-air interview, I've forgotten how fun it can be" I replied, with a smile. "Well, anytime you are in the area you are definitely welcomed here" Candice said, as she greeted Jeanette with a warm smile. "Now Jeanette, well start with some of the tricky stuff. I mean, last Sunday at your company -- WGEF's -- pay-per-view event Civil War you defended that belt of yours against Angela Stewart, what was it like to face a woman you'd never had the opportunity to face before, let alone meet" Steve asked, which caused me to nod my head before blurting out the first response I could think of. "In all honesty Steve, it was pretty tricky. I mean, I only knew about Angela what I could dig up. As any smart opponent would, I studied her extensively, I watched some of her previous matches, including the one against Ivy Stratus and Tapanga Britt, and I made sure to know her moves inside and out before I bothered stepping foot in the ring with her. Thanks to a special informant, Robert Levvy, I received some video packages of her matches, which really helped me to learn more about her. It was a little awkward having to do all this work, all this studying on my honeymoon but, Kevin totally understood. I mean, he is after all, Kevin Sane" I giggled, licking my lips. "But facing Angela was really interesting, it was fun, it was a venture that I'd definitely look to do again sometime in the future. Unfortunately for her, she's gone back down to the bottom rung since she was unsuccessfull in dethroning your truly, a comment that she'd made over and over....and over and over again last week with regards to our match, and she'll have to work her way back up to get a second chance at me and the belt. But, I look forward to that day we can meet again, who knows...at that point, maybe there will be a different ending to the story, maybe there won't be. But, I can guarantee you, she will never, ever forget me, that match or the type of opponent and person I am inside the ring. Much, much different then I am in person" I said, with a smile that kind of told the story -- made the point I was trying to make. "Speaking of Tapanga, I know that she -- among others in the company -- are close friends of yours. We've seen it blasted all over wrestling news sites world wide, including on WGEF.com that not only has she, but her tag team co-champion and husband Dylan James, as well as the current...or well the former, current World Champion have all severed all ties with the company. Three people you have extremely close ties with, two of which are very close, personal friends of yours. How exactly do you react to seeing such things when you wake up in the morning, and still have the strength and ware-with-all to continue to do what it is that you do in that ring, that makes you so amazing. I can tell you, from a personal standpoint if I logged in to our stations website one day and saw that Candice here left, I'd be devastated. She's my on-air partner, my tag member -- so to speak. I don't think the show would be the same without her around" he said, in a concerned voice, which seemed to get a sympathetic, yet very sarcastic, smile and "awe" from Candice. "You know, there's no way to prepare for things like that. I mean, Sunday night Chris and myself celebrated our successful title defenses at a dinner just for he, myself, his wife and my husband. It was like none of us had even skipped a beat together, you know. I mean, Blake and Summer were there with us, it was just a night where the six of us got to be people. Not wrestlers, not celebrities, not personalities you see on television, just people. Regular, normal people. It was very, very comforting. And then two nights later, Kevin and I had lunch with Tapanga and Dylan...it wasn't the happiest of times for him I mean, would you be, getting so close to that belt yet still so far, far away. Things still seemed happy between the two though, things seemed normal, they didn't seem like they were chaotic. And, I never got the sense that things were bad between them and the company, their careers. Chris, I kind of saw it coming, I mean, he'd been struggling with so many decisions that Trish and Kaylee had been making lately with the World Title and it's contenders. No disrespect to them at all, they are both brilliant, brilliant women, but he felt otherwise. I suspected, after the whole thing with On the Edge and the Women's Title and Kia's screwjob that things were on very touchie, very thin ice between Chris and management, and after Civil War things just shot up to an all-time high. He'd challeneged Drew Stevenson to a title match and Drew accepted, which was so awkward for me because I am close to both of those men, and I knew they'd put on one hell of a match. And, yet somehow Deacon Havok got involved...it was a mess. Trust me, I've heard it from all ends of this situation. But, I can honestly say that as sad as I am about the three of them leaving, especially Chris, I also know that, for each of them, it's for the best. I'm obviously going to be there for them all regardless, it's just sad that they've all left. You don't really know how to situations like this, I mean, Chris and I won our significant titles for the first time on the same night, months back at King of the Ring; Tapanga and I share a mutual bond, a respect towards one another that seems to be very unbreakable. WGEF lost three very bright stars, the moment those three left but, all we can do is just move on and continue to do what we do best; entertain our fans. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow night in my main event match against Adalyn Raine" I said, which seemed to be an honest, safe answer, coming from someone that seems to be continuously caught in the middle of the Management versus Chris McKenzie fights. Not by choice, but simply because she was the voice of reason, seemingly, on both ends. Go figure, someone as sweet and as heavily outspoken as her, the voice of reason. "Tomorrow you face Adalyn Raine, another woman that you've never had the opportunity to face in the ring, let alone meet. And this match has nothing to do with your belt or even your pride. This was all set up by General Manager Kaylee Adams, who took great offense to Adalyn claiming she was better then you. What ammunition, if any, do you have going into this match, to defeat Adalyn with" Candice asked, which seemed to get a giggle out of me. "Honestly, I'm in a situation like I was in this past Sunday with Angela. I know not a thing about Adalyn Raine, other then she was trained by legendary Chris Michaels. A man that, often times was speculated of choosing this girl overh is own wife. Now, obviously there are two sides to every story and there's no doubt in all of our minds that Adalyn wouldn't have been the happiest ever to break apart that long-lasting marriage, but just like she failed at doing that, and at becoming a champion herself months back at On the Edge -- despite the equal chance she was given -- she will fail at beating me tomorrow. I heard somewhere, that she's made some disheartening comments about yours truly but, that's fine. Underestimation is like a fuel that really tends to get me going. The more I am underestimated, the better I tend to perform in the ring. So please, I dare her to continue to underestimate me. And, for what it's worth, I can promise her that tomorrow night will be a whole new Jeanette Salazar then she's used to seeing, or has even heard about. It's one thing to have your mentor -- a mentor -- tell his prodigy that she has what it takes to accomplish something, to be the best, to beat the best and all that other pishposh that Chris told Adalyn weeks ago. But it's an entirely different matter when it comes to actually doing those things. The moment Chris left the company months ago, her career began to jump around like flounder out of the seat water; it was a sinking ship. She had the golden opportunity, quite literally, to walk out with this piece of gorgeous gold" I said, pointing to my Women's title "and she failed at getting it. Why? Because she is an untalented hack? No....well, that's not entirely accurate. But because she was unprepared. She let her ego and her mouth get the better of her, she let her mouth do all the walking and her ass simply could not back up what she'd said. She ran her mouth about being the best, and being championship material and doing this, that and the other -- yeah, I've seen the footage, pretty sad if you ask me -- but when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, she wasn't championship bound, was she? She was just another girl in the middle of the ring with her hopes and dreams of being a champion literally crushed. She couldn't hack it then, she certainly can't hack it now. Adalyn Raine is the same woman that was put up, just last week, against Bridgette Pryor who's not the most experienced girl in the ring, but she still tries regardless...and what happened? She didn't even show up. So, to say that Adalyn has what it takes to beat me is probably an overstatement. It's not that she doesn't have what it takes, I guess, it's just that, she doesn't know how to use what she's got. Chris Michaels put all this time and effort into perfecting his student, he tried desperately to make her the next big thing, but all she's managed to do with his time and his effort...with all his teachings, is let them sit on the back burner and collect dust. He put it in her mind that she can beat someone like me, someone of my stature...but, truth be told, she can't. The Adalyn Raine that he saw in those training sessions and those rings where they got to practice is not the same Adalyn Raine that you and I see as a spectator, an opponent, a fan or a rival. The Adalyn he saw was talented, a girl that had the abilities but just needed to be pointed in the right direction, given the proper amount of guidance and credit. The Adalyn that we all see, is a girl that's been given every opportunity to shine and has done nothing more then let them float away like dreams, she's watched them all pass her by and it's no one else's fault but her own. The Adalyn that we see is nothing more then an immature girl putting on this facade of being some big, bad bitch yet, when it comes down to it...she's still that same girl that waltzed into WGEF months ago, before the trainings with Chris. Mixed up, full of talent and potential, but no sense of direction, motivation or chances of ever making it big. But now, I can put to rest her question; can she beat me. Tomorrow night I wll make it forever clear, that she simply can't. And, as much as this might kill me to say, it'll really do her some good to have someone shut her up, finally. And, I couldn't be more happy then I am now, to be that person" I said, with a smile, as Steve and Candice nodded their head. As Jeanette noticed the clock, her time on the radio station was up, it was time to move along to her next journey at hand. "Well, Jeanette, we most certainly appreciate you stopping by and spending some time with us, and we definitely look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow night. Candice and I both have front row seats and we will definitely be in your corner one hundred and fifty percent" Steve said, which made me smile and look at him in total appreciation. "Before you go, you want to let our listeners in on a secret of yours" he asked, and Jeanette nodded her head as she held up two tickets, complete with backstage passes, to the live event tomorrow night. "In my hand I hold two front row seats and backstage passes to tomorrow night's live event where you will get to see yours truly, moi, defeat Adalyn Raine. Hmm...how can I do this..." I pondered, before smiling. "We'll keep it simple, the tenth caller wins the prize" I said, as the lines began to blow up. And one by one, they were all eliminated. Finally, the tenth caller had been found "Hello, you're on the air with Candice, Steve and Jeanette; who's speaking" Steve asked, as the male cleared his voice. "Austin, Austin Miller" he replied, excitement in his voice "Well Austin, you are the tenth caller, congratulations sweetie. I've got two tickets for you to meet and greet the stars of WGEF and watch the show live from the front row" I said, which seemed to get a 'wheee' out of him. I laughed some and nodded my head "Hey Austin, just out of curiousity...your predictions for tomorrow, who do you see walking out the victor; myself or Adalyn Raine" I asked, as he spoke up without even thinking the answer over. "You, Jeanette, all the way" he said, which made me smile. "Thanks so much Austin and congratulations sweetheart. Stay on the line so Candice can get your information and set up a time for you to pick up your tickets. And, as an added bonus you'll have an autographed WGEF t-shirt and my latest WGEF photo signed by me, just for you" I said, with a smile...even though he couldn't exactly see it. "Awesome man, you absolutely rock Jeanette. You are such a babe" he said, as Candice placed him off-air to take down his information. "That's what it's all about, Steve...people like Austin Miller and the millions of other amazing fans that I get to meet every day. That's what keeps me going and tomorrow night, that is exactly what'll help me pull off this amazing victory over Adalyn Raine" I said, as I rose to my feet. "Good luck tomorrow, Jeanette and thanks for stopping in" he replied back, as I laughed and nodded my head. They went to a brief commercial break as I headed through the doors to drop the winnings for Austin Miller at the front office so that, when he came for them, they were ready. After saying the final goodbyes to the entire on-air and radio station crew, I made it back to the Denali that had been driving me around for the day, to have off to my next destination. Tomorrow night, Adalyn Raine may go in being confident, she may go in thinking she's got my number but once it is all said and done, once the match was over, I will still come out victorious adding yet another win to my amazing win-loss record. | | | | |
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