.::. Madison Divera .::. "Don't Be Fooled By My Beauty!"

I look onwards... to the sunrise in the distance. I can't say it was a new concept for me. I saw the sun rise plenty of times, I'm quite fond of it. Lately I find myself waking up at round four o'clock in the morning. Dragging my sorry ass out of the double doors to my bedroom and out on the veranda. Of course, with drink in hand, and cigarettes in other. I never parted my ways with them.

After my many times of waking up before the sun rise, I decided to make myself a cozy spot out here. There was no point in just wishing away the hardships of my sleep pattern so I chose to accomodate my stays out here with a lawn chair, with a white thick comforter covering it for better comfort, a soft pillow, a micro fiber pink blanket to pull up in the cool breeze, and a small table to the side where I kept an ashtray, disgusting habbit, and a bottle, another horrible habbit.

I slipped off my slippers, right beside my chair, and slid on it. Feeling, I guess you could say overwhelmed with my life, I take in a deep breath and sigh. The wind brushed my bare shoulder, and it sent a shiver up my spine. Before I light the cigarette I had already pulled from the pack, and placing the baby monitor I forgot I had in my back pocket on the small glass table as well, I pull the blanket over my body. Many thoughts running through my head.

Mainly that of my SCW Return. Not exactly the way I would have hoped for it to turn out, but I don't care. Entering myself wasn't to win, and get a title shot at any championship I so please, it was merely a warm up match. Howvever my current opponent would argue that said point in a heart beat. A woman who is full of herself really. She basically talks out of her ass. I shrug my shoulders, puffing away on my cigarette.

I mean, if your in a profession like the one we are in, then of course you should have confidence in the match you are going in to, unless it's career suicide, and you know that for a fact, and trust me you would know if it got to that point. But anyways, yes you should have confidence, and on some level you should know you are going to win that match, or at least hope for it, but this woman I tell you. This woman doesn't know how to call it quits when she's ran her mouth rapid for no reason. Okay we get it Stacy, you're not to be taken lightly. We don't fuckin' care.

You're new here, and we shouldn't take you as some silly little stepping stone, okay we get that too. To call the SCW Roster practically a bunch of pansies as the one of the worst things you could do. I don't care who you really and truly and honestly think you are coming off telling us that we basically have no talent. If non of us have talent then you would have won that battle royal sweetheart. I don't care whether or not you happened to throw me out the ring.. good for you. I clap my hands in applaud to your brave accomplishment.

Just because you had eliminated me does not make you the better competitor, like you like to believe. I'm confident in my abilities Ms. Kissinger, not overly like you are mind you. Which is a good thing. I know where to draw the line for that. But in all honesty, you don't have the right to waltz your ass in to this federation and make a couple of apperances, then call everybody here trash.. you absolutely have no right in that.

Or being a judge of character on who belongs where in the federation who aren't threats. Which I am sure you think I am som bottom feeding bitch. Does it look like I honestly care about you stupid accusations and presumptions. I roll my eyes at my own thougths of her. Puffing on my cigarette again, I reach other with my hand and grabs the bottle that sat on the glass table, the one with Southern Comfort label and I down a huge mouthful.

I know I am going to find myself sitting back and relaxing when she blows her gasket on how much better she is than I, how she threw me out of the ring, and that proves that she is the better wrestler. Well I have a news flash for you Kissinger, I don't care. Not only do I not care but anybody can chuck any superstar out of the ring at any given time.. that's why it is basically called a luck match, luck of the draw, so - to - speak.

I honestly felt a knot in my stomach.. unhooking my phone from my the pants of my pajama's the digital clock read, 6:03am. I still had some time to kill before I had to get mentally and phsyically ready for the day. I rub my feet together under the blanket, hoping the friction would warm them a tad bit more..! I soothe my throat yet again with another drink before smoking my cigarette again. I pushed open my phone with my number and dialed a number I recently memorized. I should probably program it in there.

He picked up the phone after seven rings, yeah seven rings. He sounded groggy, disgruntled and not all too pleased about being woke up this early. I felt guilty for yet again calling him this earlier. But he seemed like the only person I could rely on to these days and he was always there for me, no questions asked, no judgements layed out.

"Madison baby, is that you?"

I quirk a smile, I didn't even have to say anything and he knew it was me.

"I can't sleep.."

"Again!?"

I nod my head, I know he can't see me but I do anyways as I take another puff of my cigarette.

"Well I am just going to have to come over there and change that now won't I?"

I hear a very tired laugh over the phone, and I too let out a small laugh.

"Are you sure you don't mind mecalling you so early?"

"Nah baby, like I told you whether I am awake or sleeping. If you need me you need me, so wake my sorry ass up. I'm here for you."

I smile. I knew I could count on him.

"So, what's on your mind this morning..?"

I take in a deep breath, I know he what he is going to think when I tell him about the fact I am thinking about the Battle Royal and my up coming opponent, Stacy Kissinger.

"Well when I woke up, it was for the usual reasons, but my mind has been drifting off to what happened at Five Years of Supremacy, and who my opponent is this week."

"Ah. Well you know that was only luck of the cards babe. It always is with those kind of matches.. after all you weren't eliminated second so cheer up.."

I let out a small chuckle, then instantly felt bad.

"Oh... sorry.."

He chuckled too, this time.

"No, no it's okay. I don't mind. Besides, I love that I can make you laugh no matter what I say, even if it is pointing out my humiliation at Five Years of Supremacy, and especially in times like this."

"I knew I could count on you Jamal."

I smiled, leaning back in my lawn chair, I sucked in another drag of my cancer stick and I close my eyes.

"So I take it your worried about whether you will win or lose this week?"

"Well I'm not worried about my match, as much as Stacy would want me to. I don't care for it. I know she is just going to say the same shit different day.."

He laughed at me.

"What!?"

"She's a joke that's all.."

"She'll try to prove otherwise, believe me."

"Just because she lasted a whole two minutes longer than you..? What kind of accomplishment is that, she needs to get over herself truly and honestly that woman is nothing but a waste of space. Whether or not she eliminated you from the match doesn't mean she is better than you Maddy, she just got lucky."

I smile.

"Yeah you're right. I have no doubts about that, her skill level is below me. I just don't want to hear the word vomit escape her lips, ya know?"

"Yeah well I can understand where you are coming from on that perspective. She talks a lot of smack like she is some kind of Goddess of the Universe when she is just another average wrestler. Babe, do me a favor and inflate that overly large head of hers?"

I chuckle over the phone.

"Yeah, just for you baby."

We talked for what seemed like only five minutes. But when I flipped my phone shut it read fifty-five mins and twenty-three seconds. A small smile comes over my face. It was not almost seven o'clock. About time for me to get up and moving for the day. Not that I wanted to, but had to. I heard my baby boy's cry over the baby monitor. Two and a half months old, and still wihtout a name.

Making my way down the two flights of stares, I head in to the kitchen, taking a peek in to the family room to see Kaiyela sitting on the couch yawning and rubbing her eyes as Isabelle heads over to the unpacked boxes of DVD's and decides she wants to take a tear at them.

"Morning Sis.."

I tried to sound warming to her. She was still mostly asleep barely able to sit up on the couch.

"Mornin.."

I pop the bottle, of breast milk; that I received from the fridge, in to a hot jug of water in the sink to let it warm up. I take notice that my younger sister os twenty managed to make it in here and make a pot of coffee. I smile weakly and grab a mug from the cupboard.

"Didn't get much sleep last night did you?"

She groaned.. I knew her answer she didn't even have to say anything.

"Maybe an hour and half.."

Damn that's worse than me.

"Wow.. Kaiy, you need to get some sleeping pills."

"I'm trying to fix my sleeping problem without medication..."

I nod my head, almost forgetting what she was like, as I poured my cup of coffee.

"That's right your the kind of person who believes in your system fighing it not with man made medicine.. I see.."

I smile bringing my coffee to my lips.. taking a sip and placing it back down on the counter.

"So what's on your agenda for today?"

I take the baby bottle from the hot water jug and shake it around a bit making sure that I get a good temperature reading and test a small part of my wrist with it. then screw the cap back on before heading upstair.

"Wrapping presents, for Isabelle's birthday.."

I nod my head as I head up the stairs.

"Be back in a min, Sis!"

"Yep!"

Damn I need an elevator.. I do enough working out as it is for SCW, and EWF I don't need to be doing it at home.. I should be able to relax.. heh! I finally get up to the second floor which seemed like it took forever, and I walk in to my baby boys room, his arms are flailing in the air and he's grunting away, kick his legs at his lime green blanket.

"Hey baby boy.."

He stops moving his arms and leg's, he definatly knew my voice. He looked around for a moment before he spotted me, being so young his vision hasn't quite came in yet. I pull him up, supporting his head from his crib, along with is baby blanket and soother that layed next to him.. and popped the bottle to his mouth which he gladly accepted.

"You're too cute.."

I smile down at him as he stares back at me, I stroke his gently wioth my middle finger and head back down the stares.. holding him in my arms.

"Hey, you re-joined SCW?"

I hear her call out to me, not knowing I just came around the corner..

"Opps.."

"No, it's okay he's awake.. but yes I did.."

She quirked an eyebrow at me. Curious as to why I re-joined the federation I left twice already..

"Why?"

I take a seat on the couch, resting my arms.. the bottle in his mouth being held up by my arm.

"Because my former manager Jessie Dermont found it would be a great idea, saying 'The third time is a charm..' heh! My ass the third time is a charm.."

She chuckles at me.

"Well you could always say it was some kind of mistake and get out of it."

I shook my head.

"I can't, I gave her all rights to where I should wrestle and she signed me a contract that I can't escape from. Besides is might not be that bad.."

"You're meaning to tell me that being in SCW won't be that bad when you have to put with the likes of Stacy Kissinger?"

I cringed at the name, honestly that woman made me feel sick to my stomach. She didn't scare me, strike fear in to me, or make me feel insignificant, like she would hope to. Like Jamal said, she's just a waste of perfectly good space.

"Yeah, well every fed has their good and their bad.. and to think, get a load of this; she thinks she can tear Gigi Steward apart.."

Both my sister and I begin to share a chuckle.

"Yeah good luck with that one Ms. Kissinger.."

My sister threw out there for added drama.

"Like in all honesty, sure it's okay to be confident but that woman is over reaching in to a world that only magic, drags and fairy tale love with the always typical happy endings only exist."

She exited the room only for a moment, to grab me my coffee I happened to forget on the counter. I smiled and took a sip as I grabbed a hold of it.

"Thanks.."

"Hey no prob. But yeah I can see what your getting at. I watched what she had to say for Five Years of Supremacy and she doesn't really have the right to make such dispicable judgements about the people on the roster.. so what if she was some kind of Global Championship.. that shit don't matter here. It's all just new and fresh meat.. I'd say she is taking you wayyy too lightly Maddy."

I shrug my shoulders looking down at my new born son. That baby smell was hypnotizing.

"Yeah she is, but I am not worried about it. The more lightly she takes me and the more she underestimates me the better the look will be on her face.. I'm telling you! This woman needs to be thrown a side.. they shouldn't even have accepted her contract if SCW isn't Supreme.. it's because she stormed in with her kitten heels and destroyed the place with her presence.. and I don't mean her wrestling skills either I mean by people fleeing of mere disgust of her."

Kaiyela chuckles.

"Next thing you know she is going to call you nothing special because you don't have any titles in SCW, or haven't won any in the past."

I shrug my shoulders.

"That don't matter, you don't need titles or Championships reigns to be one of the feared in SCW. So she may think, but she's so far behind these days she might as well stay there and now crawl back in to the future and all the glory SCW will steal away from her. She'll more than likely end up being like Caddence and Abby, or Selina, falling off of the radar once it becomes too much to handle.. once she gets her ass handed to her one to many times for her liking cause she finally stepped in to a place where there is realy competition."

I sip on my coffee some more and place it on the end table beside me. My son now finished his bottle so I lay out his blanket on the floor and gently place him down so he can throws his arms and legs all over.

"Then she will have some wise crack about my record, and how it's not exactly what she would expect a Veteran to be. But who cares what she thinks... she's going to make all sorts of comments about how old I am, six years her senior and that I am some washed up diva that needs to bow out gracefully..! How horrible of a mother I am.. since every body else wants to make a crack at that just because of have kids and I make the odd mistake."

"You're a great mom Maddy.."

"Thank you."

I smile.

"Yeah, that woman is worse Katie's over inflated head.. I'd rather put up with Katie than Stacy. She says she is no whore but she sports around her body to see the reactions on people's faces."

I shook my head.

"She needs a serious and embracing reality check I tell you that."

"And you will be the one to give it to her.."

I surely would like to think I will be giving it to her. But then she will say that I got lucky that she wasn't up to par in her wrestling abilities. I know how a person like her works.. purely on ego and no brains. Always trying to make herself look like a tough bitch.. well with her ego, and her lack of reality in this wrestling company it's only making her look weak, and weaker by the second.

Somebody like her won't last very long. I am telling you now, when I deflate that enormously large head of hers she will be praying that she never even joined SCW.. calling us nothing but useless talent pretty much. Go ahead, say the same ol' shit different day.. those comments won't help you win Stacy Kissinger.