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| �? we're american royalty �?/P> �?B> an introduction �?BR> It wasn’t enough that I was having to be ranked with the lowest form of performing, but to face one of the most untalented, inexperienced men and some tramp broad girlfriend of his named ‘Karmen Moore’…that was a low blow that outdid them all. Hello, do they not fucking realize just who in the hell I am? I am Mikaela fucking Skylar, I eat pieces of shit like them for breakfast. Well, not literally…but you get the metaphor. Now, a woman of my standards…of my royal status…I don’t deserve this. What have I possibly done to merit getting tossed to the circus freak rejects?! Exactly, nothing…yet, here I am. And, what’s even worse about this entire situation, is that I actually have to take these two seriously. I actually have to look at them as competition, I actually have to keep a straight face when I call them competitors and wrestlers. I’ve done things in my career that would make me a fucking legend when compared to these two pieces of monkey shit, but…I guess that’s what I get for being so goddamn talented. Oh well, it’s my own fault, I mean, God placed so much talent, so much beauty�?so many stunning attributes and qualities in one person for a reason. To make me better then the rest. And, that’s exactly what I am…better! So this week is a squash match for me, it’ll be easier then taking candy from a baby. Which, is kind of dumb because, have you ever tried taking candies away from them little fuckers?! You literally have to break a neck to get it, they hold on to that shit the way Salman Van Dam is attempting to hold on to his youth. Poor, delusional bastard. No one is buying your ass as a twenty-two year old Pakistani…A 67 year old dumbfuck�?now that I’ll buy. But twenty-two and from Pakistan? Sure Salman, if your delusional ass says so. If I were your age, if I’d been a loser in this business for as long as you have, I’d probably start to lie about shit too but, can it at least be a credible lie…one that someone is going to believe? Suddenly you’re three years younger then I am and yet, I actually look my age. And, I must say, I put every bitch in this company to shame, but…ya know…that’s a gimmie, considering every female in this company looks more and more like a man than Joanie ‘Chyna Doll�?Lauer. Ugh, this isn’t even worth my time, let alone the sweat I’ll be forced to break to face these two beasts. And no, I don’t mean beasts in a good way…just fucking look at them. They literally look like apes. The skank girl is nothing more then a tattooed up punk girl…born in the ancient days of my fucking mother. Seriously, old lady? You’re like fifty-fucking-two…don’t you have like eight kids and a husband to take care of back home in Shitsville, Georgia…the trailer park edition? Pathetic. A woman of your age should be in a retirement home somewhere, ready to lose her fucking mind…thinking every dumb fuck that walks those halls is related to you, calling out for mama…you shouldn’t be wrestling against today’s youth. But, I guess it is commendable, I mean after all…her old ass got a piece of “young meat�?-- and, I use that term loosely when discussing Salman Van Dam, considering he looks older then my fucking father. God, do the stupid just fucking flock together? Do they move in a flying V and travel the world causing carnage and reeking havoc in every city that they manage to drop in? It’s pretty sad, if you ask me. Little Miss. Karmen has been walking the face of this earth since God was a boy…like, literally…and yet she is just barely starting her career, yet here I am, at a young, beautiful, delectable age of twenty-four and my career holds more merit to the wrestling world then both of them combined. Now, add in my hottie with a body, Gregory…and we’ll be pretty much moping the floor with Salman and Karmen. We may be two of the most egotistical, self-absorbed, cocky people in this company…and with good reason to, just look at our resume…we’ve done things that people in this company could only dream of doing. Our reputation, our career, our resume and our fan base speak highly for themselves. Those apes out at ringside area every night may not like us, hell, they absolutely hate us…they detest us…to them, we are jerks and deserve to get booed and jeered but, they will be the first to admit, when it comes to two of the most talented individuals to walk the face of this planet, to grace a wrestling ring…Gregory and I take the fucking cake. We are the epitome of wrestling perfection and with reason. When you’re trained by the meanest, nastiest, most selfish bastard in the world, when you are trained by the absolute best, you tend to garnish a reputation for yourself that speaks more loudly then words ever could. Besides…just look at us. We are two of the hottest people this company has to offer. We are literally God’s gift to BWF…and we’ll prove exactly why this weekend on the ground breaking, debut show for BWF’s newest show, Ground Zero. Me, personally, I can’t wait. I’d love to use this tag match as a means of setting an example, of setting the standards for the show to the highest possible quality. And that is exactly what myself and Gregory are going to do. Salman and Karmen, with their old, crusty asses, will be nothing more then a means to make a point…our toys…our pawns. Well, kiddies, check, fucking, mate! �?scene one ; we’re fucking royalty �?BR> �?the date; the fourth of february in the year of two thousand and nine.
�?the look; the beautiful betty is a queen.
�?musical inspiration; “famous�?by puddle of mudd.
�?the quote; I’m royalty by fucking nature, bitch! It was their kingdom, this land that the BWF camera’s were trespassing on. The center of that ring, this luxurious, palace-like mansion…it was all theirs. They were like that couple in high school that everyone would envy. They were rich, they were both insanely gorgeous, insanely talented, born and breed into the lap of luxury, that proverbial silver spoon in their mouth. But, what people didn’t know about these two…Mikaela Skylar and Gregory Erickson…was that they considered themselves to be American Royalty. Quite literally, in fact. The two of them have been inseparable since high school. He was, technically, a year earlier then her but, because she was such an active person in high school and born with brains and beauty, the dominant duo managed to escape the world of high school together. They ventured off the tour the wide world of wrestling, having underwent exclusive, lucrative training with Gregory’s uncle, Matthew Erickson. And, it was the best idea the duo had ever had, since the senior prank they pulled on homecoming. Let’s just say…some football fields aren’t so precious. Well, it’s been about six years since the prank and Landen High Cougars is still written across the football field at Raiders Stadium, the football stadium of their rival high school team, the Dorsey High Raiders. It was one of the many pranks this duo would pull throughout their three and four year high school careers…and their wrestling careers. The duo has had their ups and downs, they’ve been on and off more times then a soap opera couple but, in the end, it all came down to Gregory Erickson and Mikaela Skylar being that factor in the wrestling world, that always surpassed all others. Together they were unstoppable, they were a force, they were dangerous…separate, they were not only that, but ten times the person that anyone else could ever dream of being. So, it’s no wonder why they considered themselves to be American Royalty…and this palace like mansion, this home that the duo shared…this was only something that helped to prove that point. So, maybe it wasn’t technically their mansion, but it would be. It’d been on the market for so long…and being the daughter of a real estate mogul, Mikaela had certain pull over exclusive property. Her name was damn near written all over the house…that is, of course, the moment Mikaela and Gregory stopped playing around, grew up and got married. Of course right now, the house was on hold…it was on lay-way…it was just waiting for them. As you walk in, you first entire a foyer that was like a home in itself. It was large and in the center of the room, along the gorgeous, white and silver tiled floor were the initials G&M, as if they’d been custom made for the duo. What’d I say; the house was theirs…the moment they were married. In one direction, to the left of you would lead to a huge banquet-styled hall. It was the site for parties and large gatherings. In the opposite direction, to the right was a gorgeous winding staircase that went up to the second level of the home. The railing was absolutely gorgeous, a crystal staircase that seemed to only shimmer as the light hit it. Up above, hanging from the ceiling was one of the most beautiful chandeliers that you’d ever laid your eyes on. It, too, was crystal and seemed to match the rail of the stairs. Moving directly ahead, however, would lead into the “gathering room�?as one might call it. It was a gorgeous, pearl white, very smooth carpet, with walls to match the white of the carpet. The room was absolutely empty, but was large enough to fit a mid-sized loveseat and sofa set, perhaps a coffee table or two and some other knickknacks to give it a more homey atmosphere. Once there, you could go to the left which would lead to two identical guest bedrooms, equipped with a single connecting bathroom that the rooms would share. They were of average size, nothing too fancy…they were, after all, merely guests. However, they were well above average compared to many other houses across the states. This home was fit for the insanely rich, the sophisticated…it was only fitting that everything in the home look and feel absolutely immaculate…giving off the pristine perfection feel. However, if you went in the opposite direction of the entrance room, you would go to a larger sized formal family room. It would lead you down a set of four stairs into a more dimly light room, where you would normally find a more formal setting such as televisions, sofa’s, recliners and other furniture that would make the home feel more like a home. In the corner was a see-through fireplace. It faced in one direction so it could be seen from the formal living room, and in another direction so it could be seen from the formal dining room as well. This made for rather intimate settings, of course…for those more romantic nights, when the mood was just right. However, instead of the normal furniture that one would find in a home such as this, what we were met with was something much more different. Instead, it was two rather large chairs. They were silver in color at the base, and extremely large…almost as if they were custom designed to be thrones. Above one chair, the name that was designed in read ‘Mikaela�?and above the other, seated right next to it and just an inch or two taller, was a more masculine looking chair with the name ‘Gregory�?designed in. The cloth of the chair was pearl white with a satin feeling material and nothing but the most elegant, plush cushioning underneath. Walking into the room, the beautiful Mikaela Skylar wore a metallic purple formal mini dress. The dress stopped at her knees and had a light and dark metallic purple color in the material, meshed with some black. She wore a pair of five inch, black stiletto heels to complete the outfit and the jewelry was not only beautiful, but nothing but upper class diamonds. Tiffany’s…nothing but the best for this beautiful blonde. Her hair had been styled perfectly, with just a slight lump at the top of her head from her bangs. Mixed in with her hair, resting comfortably at the top of her head was somewhat large sized crown. It had three hearts at three different levels, and the diamond jewels that created this crown seemed to shine brightly. As she moved to her chair, she took a seat, crossing her legs -- right over left -- in an elegant fashion. Following her, was her boyfriend of six years -- off and on, of course -- Gregory Erickson. He was dressed in a black button down long-sleeved dress shirt that had gray pinstripes and a pair of loose fitting dark blue denim jeans, Gregory sat in his chair comfortably, leaning on one of the arm rests as he looked over at Mikaela, taking in the immense beauty that his girlfriend truly had. Quite honestly, he saw all the jealous stares that most men -- and some women -- had whenever they were out in public; how they would just loathe the fact that Gregory was with such a beautiful specimen like Mikaela, and yet neither of them cared because they were in their own world. Mikaela Skylar : "This week, Greggy, you and I get to team up for the very first time in our 'professional' careers. It'll be our debut match in Bloodstone Wrestling Federation and it'll be two of the lowest form of wrestlers that we have ever seen; Karmen Moore and Salman Van Dam. One is facing retirement and the other is a delusional sack of useless shit!" Gregory Erickson : “It’s not the fact that they’re delusional, Mikki; it’s the fact that they’re walking around in this cloud of arrogance, not knowing whether they’re coming or going. They’re in this fog, and they believe �?haplessly believe �?that they are in fact the single greatest thing to ever, ever, ever, hee-ever step into the ring at any give point in time, and I refuse to believe that one bit. Not when we’re around.�?/P> Mikaela Skylar : "Please, babe. Salman Van Dam, the self-professed hardcore icon...the supposed twenty-two year old ring 'veteran' couldn't face and beat me alone, let alone the two of us combined. He is and forever will be, a nothing. A zero, a loser. He's done nothing in his pathetic career, he's worth nothing in his life and...let's face it...he's got nothing to offer this world or this industry. And Karmen Moore, please. That old bitch needs to go and sign herself up for a retirement home somewhere. She's fifty-two years old and she most definitely looks it. I mean seriously, royalty like us, babe...could this match be any easier for us to win?" Gregory Erickson : “The only way it can be easier is if Salman and Karmen both were limbless torsos that we could kick around for five minutes. What they’re failing to realize is that you and I? We’re both world-class athletes. I’m an All-American in football and amateur wrestling; so when you need someone to kick the ass of every single worthless piece of shit there is…call me. I’ve been trained by the best, studied under the best, and you know what? That makes me better than all of you. So it’s rather pathetic that Mikaela and I are both stuck in this match with two people who couldn’t make it as mega stars in this business like she and I can. Salman, you could very well be a ‘hardcore icon�?or whatever the hell you want to call it but at the end of the day, this is wrestling. This isn’t some gymnasium that doubles as a bingo hall that attracts 350 people to watch fat, out of shape has-beens, never-was, and also-rans beat the living shit out of each other with cookie sheets and garbage cans. This is a sport that I know all too well. And Salman, you’ll never be my equal; so get used to me throwing you around the ring like the piece of shit you are.�?/P> Mikaela Skylar : "And, while you do that baby...I will make my point crystal fucking clear, using that old hag girlfriend of his, Karmen Moore, as my first prime example. An example that'll give these other bitches a reason to fear me, a reason to admire me, a reason to aspire to be me. I am the best female athlete that BWF has to offer...on both rosters. That is as apparent as Salman's suckege level. And with Karmen, I am merely going to use her as a way to prove why, exactly, I am a fucking mega-star in this company. I'm a Sorority Sweetheart, a blonde phenomenon...I am beautiful, I am young and I am far more talented then any of the other hacks in this company...except, of course, you baby. And, once we get past these two fools, that Ground Zero crowd will be looking at the first ever BWF Diva's Champion and BWF United States champion in you and I. Ground Zero will be only the beginning of what Greggy and I have in store for this company. Only the beginning!" A smirk ran across both of their faces, as they clasped hands. She took his and held it gently, as he brought hers up to his lips. Kissing the top side of her hand, they looked at each other, passion in their eyes. You could sense the love these two shared for each other, which made them seem almost human, almost normal…until they opened their mouths to remind you of how much better then you they are. Licking her lips, she watched as Gregory continued to prove why he was the best male star BWF had to offer. Gregory Erickson : “It’s such a damn shame that we have to work our way from the bottom up because the way I see it, when you’re as talented as we are, you don’t pay dues. You don’t have to ‘earn the respect of the locker room�?when you can go out night in-night out, and outperform every single person in that locker room. You can just give us the belts now because it’s nothing more than an extreme foregone conclusion that we will win those titles sooner than later. And sooner than later, I will get that World Heavyweight Championship around my waist because it’s my right as the most talented man in this company to have that. So, pretty much every single person in this company is put on notice by Mikaela and myself.�?/P> Mikaela Skylar : "I, myself, could take on every female this company has to offer, sit back and watch them all kick each other's asses and come in and steal the win if I wanted to. And these dumb bitches would play right into that, too...because they are dumb bitches. But, I won't. You see, I have the same belief system as Greggy. We are better then anyone in that locker-room, better then most in the wrestling world today. We've got the God-given talent that all you fucking inbreeds wish you had. But, let's face it, you'll never compare to us. Not now, not in a million years...not ever! Greggy and I are in a league all our own, we've created our own category and, in BWF we will create our own fucking legacy, our own empire. And, there's nothing I like better in a man, or in myself for that matter" she says, in a somewhat sarcastic tone as she shrugs her shoulders "then total fucking domination. This match is merely a stepping stone for Greggy and I. Once we're finished with Salman Van Dumbshit and his whore girlfriend Karmen McUglyface, our next stop is claiming those championship belts. We have nothing to prove, our track record speaks much more highly of our skills and talents then we ever could. Beating people's asses is just for fun now, it's become a hobby. Our career is to wrestle and we do that every day and every night. Kicking people's asses has become second nature for he and I" she says, pointing at Gregory. "You are looking at the new fucking King and Queen of BWF. You can bow willingly, or we can beat you at the knees and force you down our fucking selves. Either way, in the end, it'll be he and I that walk out golden bound, championship graced and still better then the fucking 'best' this company has to offer. Salman, Karmen...consider yourselves officially fucked. After Ground Zero, hopefully, we won't ever have to see the two of you again!" Gregory Erickson : “Ric Flair said, ‘to be the man, you got to beat the man�? Well, I’m saying that in this vast sea of chipped and bruised coal that is the Bloodstone Wrestling Federation, you don’t have to look far to find the two most precious, alluring, and otherwise rare diamonds associated with it. Because you’re looking right at ‘em.�?/P> And with that, Gregory rose to his feet. Holding on to her hand, he gently pulled his lovely counterpart up with him, yanking her in to him forcefully. Grabbing a handful of her gorgeous, silky smooth, platinum blonde hair in his hand, he yanked her face into his and the two shared a passionate, lustful embrace, a kiss that seemed so rough, so kinky yet so sensual, so passionate. She wrapped her arm lightly around his neck as he kept one arm around her waist, his hand still wrapped in her hair. After a brief moment or two of this shared embrace, they pulled back from the kiss and simply stared at each other. He licked his lips as he stared down at her and she lightly traced the tip of her index finger along her luscious lips, in a slow…seductive, very methodic manner. With a cocky smirk on both of their faces, they were linked arm-in-arm and slowly began walking towards the entrance of the house. Mikaela’s heels tapped against the gorgeous tiled floor as she looked back at the camera that had been filming them, giving a sly, very cocky wink, bringing her free hand up to her lips and kissing the tip of it gently. She held it out to the camera and puckered her perfect lips, blowing a kiss to the camera’s in an extremely cocky manner. The two walked out of this lavish luxury home that, as we’d learned earlier, would one day be theirs, the scene faded as the sunlight blocked the camera crew from seeing them leave the home. And that, my friends, is exactly why these two are going to be the most imminent force that BWF has ever seen…or will ever see. |
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