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

~*~ August 10th, 2008. ~*~

Back in California for the day.. Here I am, kicking the sand before my feet.. letting the tiny grains slip between my toes. My thoughts are really trailing all over the place. Too many things to think about at once..! Wondering what I did that was so wrong that Roxxie wished to never speak to me again. Something was wrong.. terribly wrong..

I look over to the sunset.. for some reason it felt like it was taking hours for the sun to say goodnight for the day.. looking at the orange, red, and pink rays glow from the fireball up in the sky..! The waves splashing in the background, almost looking like they are splashing the sun, to try and extinguish the incredibly powerful flames that ignite around it. Like I plan on doing to Stacy Kissinger.

An underestimater at best, if you ask me. That woman couldn't tell real competition to just another barbaric brawl. I roll my eyes looking out at the water.. nuzzling my toes in to the sand! She thinks that every loss has to hurt deep down inside.. well.. not really. Unlike her, my heart as turned cold. A loss is a loss, what's the point in complaining about something like that when it's all said and done with. You can't do anything about it except get back in to the ring and do differently. You learn from your mistakes, you don't let emotions cloud your judgment. Lesson one, Stacy Kissinger.

I shrug my shoulders, there was really no point in me opening my mouth to try and make my point proven.. she won't listen any ways.. what's she going to say to that, "Please do open your mouth, tell me why I should lose, bore me and put me to sleep about words I care nothing about." I don't think she would. I shrug my shoulders again.. and begin to walk further down the shore line. I don't care that I lost in the invitational battle royal at Five Years of Supremacy.. it was just a luck match that I thought would be interesting to get involved in.

A decent return time for Madison, I thought. And it don't hurt my pride.. I know my skills, SCW knows my skills and she may think what she wants. I never said I wasn't going to give it a shot in the ring with her, she automatically jumped to conclusions..! I plan on giving it a decent shot.. but yet again I do not care if I win or lose.. she can get cocky.. she can get over confident all she wants.. it ain't going to happen. The only thing that could make me mad.. disappointed, would be if it was tainted win she gained over me..

But like I have mentioned before, anger, sadness, fear, all the likes but happiness, is a wasted emotion dear Stacy Kissinger. But yet we use all of them as a way of life.. Anger is not much of my tactic.. it's not something I enjoy.. and it's something I rarely feel. To be honest, why would I have to lie, I have nothing to hide, do you? But whatever.. I pull my phone from my pocket.. checking the time..

You know Stacy Kissinger, I wasn't talking to you, or down to you.. I wasn't even addressing you.. but think and say what you want woman.. but get your facts straight.. I was talking to Shyne.. and I said a few meaningless words about you.. get over it. Suck it up buttercup because that is what this game is about, it's about making fun of your opponent, it's about thinking and saying things about them. I don't hold you from voicing your own opinion, you can do as you please.

Sure I may not be voicing mine right now, in fact I am thinking, thinking in a way that is addressing you.. call it warm up I guess or just me going over your idiocy in my head. You pick, I guess. The only thing Stacy Kissinger is good for is filler.. to be honest. She talks nothing but nonsense.. I mean did you see her promo..? I roll my eyes as I go over this in my head.. she went to a god damn school house.. nobody needs to hear that stupid brunette go on about me..

Those kids surely don't want to be agonized about her dumb ramblings and trash talk.. at least take it to an audience who will pay even the least bit of attention.. and make some sort of sense from it.. like a schoolhouse.. whatever spanks your monkey deary. I didn't understand her, and at this point I don't want to understand her.. I just want to get in to the ring and get the fuck out.. I wouldn't want her to rub off on me.. especially her looks.. and I am sure if you took a poll.. a world wide poll.. I would win hands down in the looks category.. it's the truth sweetheart. No sense in trying to deny it..!

Holding my flip flops in my hands.. I reach the boardwalk up from the beach and slip them on my toes.

"Okay.. I'll give you one thing.. you eliminated me from the ring.."

I clap my hands..

"Big whoopity doo. We all win some and we all lose some, you threw me out of the ring go ahead pop that cork to the champagne bottle Ms. Kissinger.. and for your information he eliminated you to take out the trash...! Trust me, and I am sure of this.. he would have preferred me to still be in the ring rather than you. And you were easy to be eliminated not because it was cheap on his behalf, it's only because you don't deserve any more than what you dish out to others."

"People in SCW go on respect, and you Stacy have none of that. You're not respectful, you're not honest, to yourself any ways. Who cares if your not nice, nobody is around these parts.. but although we may not be nice we respect one another, but you, you fail to see the light on this one. Stacy wake up and smell the coffee SCW is better than anything you have ever been, better than you now, and better than anything you will be in the future. It's inevitable, your future that is, hitting rock bottom here. You fail to require the certain key points in your skills to stay afloat here in SCW.. no matter who you beat, or who beats you.. you'll always be one step behind, you will always fail to see the light.."

"Stacy Kissinger, you will always fail in SCW. You don't have to always lose to fail, just being you, and the way you do things is plenty enough to destroy your own career. Go ahead and ask the veterans around here, which namely would be me as well, and they will tell you exactly I would. They would tell you, that you are nothing but a pesky fly in the SCW and the only Supreme things you bring here, is your lack of intelligence, lack of basic common sense, and true skill, yeah go ahead and say it.. 'If I suck.. then you must be horrible Maddy, because I eliminated you.'. I dare you to..."

I begin to walk back to my car, my deep pink in color TVR Sargis, a car that costs over half a million dollars. I look back to the camera man who just filmed me walking for approximately twenty minutes before I finally gave him a spiel. He points the camera at me some more, I roll my eyes. I can never get privacy can I, if it's not wrestling, it's something else. I leave him standing in the sand by the boardwalk as I pull out of the parking space and drive off down the highway.

I guess you could say I was beginning to miss California.. although it has only been two weeks since I moved from here..! The wind blowing in through my window.. the car smelling like every kind of fruit imaginable..! Not like cigarettes.. and it's a habit I choose to have, so what if it's disgusting and Lesson Two Darling.. Drugs are bad.. I smoke cigarette's not weed, get your facts straight dear. I look down at the clock on my radio.. and I sigh.. I have to head back soon..

~*~ August 13th, 2008. ~*~

Pulling the phone to my ear, I also pull the cigarette to my lips, inhaling a large puff.. I could hear rummaging on the other line, as I heard he answered the phone and a small smile flashes across my face.

"Hey baby."

"Hey there cutie, you heading in to see your nephew..?"

"Yeah, what are you up to..?"

I smile again, I lean over and grab my bag carry on bag a nice gentlemen carried down for me.. I mouthed the words thank you to him and he nods his head..

"Just got off the plane.."

"Where babe? Did you go back to California..?"

I wish...! I loved it in California, but I had to move.. I had to get out of there. Maybe someday I would go back there, but for now my place is in Detroit, Michigan.. a new place, a new life, hopefully a semi permanent one.

"Err, wrong.. guess again.."

I heard him chuckle on the other end.

"What, you just get home?"

I smirk, he would never guess.

"I'm in Chicago baby.."

I heard the air escape his lungs in surprise..

"No, really?"

He asked me, unbelievingly and I laugh.. carrying my bag over my shoulders like a sweater.. I begin to walk to the airport.. puffing on my smoke..

"Yeah babe, I came here just to see you.. but I have to take care of some errands first, so you go visit your nephew in the hospital okay?"

"Yeah of course I will.. I can't believe your in town.. what about the kids?"

"My sister always baby-sits for me.. she loves those kids.."

"Sounds good baby, but I am at the hospital so we'll get in touch later okay?"

I nod my head, although he can't see me it's more of a reflex as I take the last puff of my cigarette, flick it to the ground and squish it out with the toe of my shoes.

"Sure thing sweetypie.. hugs and kisses.."

I flipped my phone shut, placing it back in to my pocket. I continue to smile at the reaction I got from him. It would have been more rewarding if I surprised him in person..! Oh well, I thought as I now made my way to pick up my luggage. I wore a baby pink play boy hat, with a pair of my brown tinted shades.. like that would really disguise my look well.

I grabbed my couple of bags off of the belt, and quickly walk out of room heading to the front of the airport.. the body guards, quickly following me, along with the media. A cluster of people attempt to approach me, I look over to the two men, in their 'Men In Black' outfits. They nod their heads as they begin to push away the crowd.. booing with the upset.. the camera's practically pushing on my face I stop.

"What the hell, can't I get privacy.."

The camera man stops, along with Marisa Condolesa. My eyes roll, go figure.

"Please Ms. Divera can we just have a couple of words.."

"And you knew I was here how..?"

I pause, shaking my head with a few fingers to the bridge of my nose.

"You know what never mind.. Don't answer that."

She looks at me, with curious eyes as she holds out the microphone..

"Ms. Divera can we please have a few words with you about your recent return to the SCW?"

"Recent return? What the hell is that supposed to mean..?"

Marisa's face goes crooked.

"Well I mean...that you know you just returned and this isn't you first time and all.. and well.."

I cut her off, holding my hand up..

"Just ask your questions, so you can get the hell out of my face quicker.."

She nods her head.. and takes a step in front of the camera, signaling the camera man, he nods his head.

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen I am Marisa Condelesa, and I am here with one of the Diva's from Supreme Championship Wrestling, Madison Divera."

I raise my hand sarcastically to the camera.

"Now Ms. Divera, why is it that you decided to give SCW a third chance.. what made you decide to join back up in the ranks of the Women's Competition? Was it because of Shyne?"

"I don't know where you get the idea of Shyne being my reason. As many people in SCW know, I am not the one to let others sway my decisions, and as a matter of face my manager, or should I say former manager, Jessie Dermont, signed me up for the SCW without any verification from me."

She nods her head, not the answer she had expected.

"I see, and how come your manager was able to do that without your permission?"

"I signed over all my career rights to her, or I did any ways.."

"So are you saying that you do not wish to be in SCW?"

I smirk, letting out a soft chuckle.

"At first, I wasn't crazy about the idea. Seeing as I have this contract to work out now, I have no choice but to stick it out. I was dragged out of retirement, and so be it. Now that I am in the ring again, and in SCW for that matter, there is no point whining and complaining about it."

"Good thinking Ms. Divera. Now recent showings and rumors are, that you're current love interest is Jamal "Shyne" Jackson.. unable to deny that evidence, everybody is wondering if you are dating him for interest or only to get under Micheal "Silkk" Carrington's skin?"

I chuckle again.

"Wow, you guys and your nose butting. Actually as a matter of fact.. Jamal and I have a relationship based on actual feelings as much as it sounds like something I would do, in this case, that's not what is going on. Sorry to burst your bubble."

This time Marisa chuckles.

"Don't laugh!"

I said to her sternly. Her expression goes blank and she just nods her head.

"Well then Ms. Divera.. your return involved you enrolling yourself in to the Battle Royal at Five Years of Supremacy..! Sources say you didn't care if you won or lost, and you were eliminated in sixth place by none other than you opponent this week, Stacy Kissinger. What are your feelings about Five Years of Supremacy?"

"Yet again something I didn't have complete control over. My former manager, Jessie Dermont, signed me up for that match, and with me unable to go beneath my morals, I showed up. Not too pleased that I was enrolled in to it, because I showed no interest. Therefor I did not care whether I won or lost. You win you get a title shot at any title, that doesn't prove anything but an easy way to climb up the ladder. I would rather work my way up yet again. After already working up there twice, I have no doubts that I can do it in a breeze this time around. And as for Stacy Kissinger I have nothing but an applaud for her, to luckily throw me out of the ring, good for her, she gets five stars on that action."

She nods her head in my direction again, clearing her throat softly.

"Now you are facing her this week and she seems to believe your whole heart won't be in it.. she thinks that you think of her as a mere stepping stone in your career, what are your thoughts on that?"

I re-adjust the strap to my bag on my shoulder... the crowd still trying to bust through my bodyguards and security.

"Well Marisa, Stacy can think what she wants, she in entitled to make up any bullshit in her head about me. I never said she would be an easy stepping stone in my career. There is no such thing as stepping stones in a career like this. Nothing is easy when you get in to the ring, unless your opponent is completely incapable, like Selina for that matter. Stacy can kiss my ass for all I care. No, I don't care if I lose. Big deal is she does, that just means my loss count goes up one and she proven to be the better wrestler, at the time. Sure I wouldn't be happy to tack another loss on my record, but you can't just erase a loss from history, so there is no point in bitching about something that is already done and gone. That is how I view it. She can say what she wants, and try to get under my skin.. but the chances of that happening are slimmer than none."

"In Stacy Kissinger's promo, she stood at a schoolhouse in Utah, not only did she speak to the many kids around but she made a 'list' of things about you, and how she believes she is confident and not over confident and why she thinks she is better than the rest of the SCW.. your opinions..?"

I chuckle again, this time not so softly.

"Stacy Kissinger head is blown up so big that one false movement on her part will cause her heat to burst and deflate..! Now I intend to be the one that take the needle to that helium balloon. She is over confident no matter how much she tries to prove other wise or talk other wise, she can't change the thoughts of every body else in the arena and she is more than correct when she said nobody listens to her. Why would we? Whether she has been here for a few mere weeks or a year, we still wouldn't want to listen to her. It's called the joys of wrestling.. so she can boo hoo muffin, suck it up buttercup because she is never going to get her way around here. She might as well realize it now before she stomps her pretty little heels up and down the sidewalk until she snaps an ankle. There is easily 90% of the roster here in SCW, who is better than her, whether she fails to realize it or not. But her over confidence and over reaching sense of cockiness will be one of her major downfalls here. There is a place to draw the line, and with her, her limits seem to be more than just a little illusive."

Marisa can't help but share a chuckle with the cameraman before continuing.

"In her speech at the school house, Ms. Divera, Stacy Kissinger happened to say she is acting more mature than you are, although despite your seven years in age difference. Saying that she did belong in that ring proven that because she eliminated you with her bare hands.."

I stop her..shaking my head..

"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Just because she managed to throw my ass out of the ring does not prove she belongs anywhere. Just like she claims that she was thrown out of the ring cheaply by one of the veterans because they saw her as a possible threat.."

I laugh.

"That's wrong, far off the point. He just simply treated her with the same amount of respect as she is dishing out to the rest of the SCW, with her rude comments about how she is better than everybody else when it is clearly not true. When in fact, if she was better than everybody else in this wrestling world, or so we would like to individualize it, she wouldn't have been throw out.. she would have won, and would never lose a match unless cheated the won.. and hunnie, she wasn't cheated. Like I said before, she can applaud herself, she can get cocky and keep that silly grin plastered on her face for the fact that she removed the meanest and toughest bitch of the SCW out of the ring, but that is exactly why the owner booked me against her. He wanted me to prove her wrong, and let her know that in those kind of matches, things are just mere flukes. It's called luck of the draw. It's like getting your named pulled out of a hat, it happens, shit happens, get over it and move on with your life. Now this why I face her this week. No I didn't go to management and bitch and cry and something silly, like she probably would, but that is what I face her this week, because she threw me out of the ring. I was placed against her to win, to show her that she is all wrong in her 'said' ways. Although I know a 'small loss', to her any ways, won't change her views on this place or me for that matter, it will happen."

"Stacy Kissinger went on about how her past accomplishments do matter because the men she faced are far more 'Supreme' than the ones you have face in the ring, your thoughts Ms. Divera?"

I chuckle.

"This woman is obviously in the wrong profession, she would be a comedian instead."

I shake my head.

"But yes, on that note. No, that doesn't prove anything. She has no idea who I have faced and defeated in my career, and she has no idea what real competition is. As far as SCW's concerned any was. Go ahead and use it against me saying "oh so you're saying that your not real competition, which refers me back to the luck of a battle royal. But no, your accomplishments from past federations mean shit to knew ones. Like SCW for that matter, nobody here, not even the owners care about what titles you have won and who you have beaten in the passed, they hire you and see how you work in the ring, if you win.. you get a pay raise, whoopity doo."

I twirl my finger.

"And then she tells me to move on from a match. Umm hello Stacy Kissinger, that wasn't directed to you, for one, and for two, it was a win. You brag about your accomplishments, so don't be a hypocrite here. It was a win against the current SCW World Champion, don't tell me that you wouldn't do that, because I am more than sure you would. It's not dwelling on the past, it's reminiscing, der. Dwelling on the past would be a loss I may have received from him, come on think before you speak."

"After saying that you do not fear her.."

I stop her..

"Said that..? Okay.. I was talking on the phone to Jamal, for her to get people to follow me around to hear that one, is just down right disturbing.."

I stop, and let her finish.

"Okay, she claimed that even though you said you don't fear her, she believes the cringe on your face proves that you are lieing through your teeth just after doubting her skills."

I hold my stomach, unable to control the laughter.

"Oh wow, she doesn't fail to amaze me does she? Ha ha, well then. Since when was a cringe a note of fear? More like eyebrow raising and a blank look would be nervousness and fear.. a cringe is mere disgust for something and to be totally honest, she disgusts me. Not just with her ways of wording or her speech, but that ugly hair and that dysfunctional face. Yes I did it, I sunk to a slightly lower level and pulled a typical comment right out of my ass there. But in this case, it is true. Not tell me I will a sight to cower from, because you find me hideous Stacy .. but like I have said before ask anybody in SCW, and they will prove that I am the better looking of the two..! Who cares any ways? This is wrestling, your going to get your face and the rest of your body fucked up any ways.. looks mean shit in the ring and your assumption on my suppose fear also means nothing."

"Now last but certainly not least.. she said the SCW will only be Supreme like it says, is because she is Supreme and will shower that name over the company.. making everybody realize that she is competition because she has the total package.. and said that you failed the first three times because you suck."

"Heh! Wow, okay then. For one the only package she has is a stupid mind frame, lack of respect, and an ugly face with an overly boosted ego. Secondly I never failed at anything in SCW. Championship gold is in all honesty over rated. When I first signed a contract with SCW, as a matter of fact when I first signed my two contracts in SCW, it simply noted, in fine print mind you, that I wished to be kept out of the title scene and people still consider me the toughest bitch around here. No, I did not say that I am the top bitch and that I should be the one holding the Women's Championship. I said I was the toughest bitch, hence the meanest. Ask Lenne Perez, Gigi Steward, as Holly Adams, they will all tell you not to mess with me. And Holly hasn't even seen much of me around these parts.."

I pause for a brief moment.

"This federation was named Supreme Championship Wrestling long before she came around.. so there for .. it is impossible for her to be the reason SCW is truly Supreme..! The only supreme thing she can do here is escort herself back of the door..! I don't doubt myself. This is a win lose career here and it will be one or the other.. there is no point in bitching about it. I'm not a woman who bases her matches on revenge.. I lose, well then I lose, I get the fuck over it. And for her information.. I didn't leave because I was 'unsuccessful', I left for other reasons in which she doesn't even deserve the curtsey of knowing.."

"Any last words for your opponent?"

I look at Marisa then back at the camera.

"See you at Hostility, Love."

I then walk away from the camera, and SCW's backstage interview Marisa Condolesa. The guards following suit behind me, they usher me out the doors to the airport where a limo driver is holding a sign outside of the car, that reads 'Ms. Divera." I flash a smile at the limo driver.

Moving through the streets, I sit in the back of my limo, the two body guars sitting on the other side, their shades covering their eyes, they look out the tinted windows... I just received a call from Shyne, and gave orders to head over to his place. I have to say I was quite nervous..! Why? Maybe because I haven't seen him in nearly two weeks and we only got to spend two days together when we first became an 'item.'

Pulling up in to the driveway... there he stands, in his basketball shorts and a wife beater, a hat on this head to protect his head from the rays, and a pair of shades, with some flip flops. He flips the phone shut he just had at his ear, a smile on his face, from ear to ear. My heart skipped a beat just to look at him. As the limo comes to a stop.. the body guards exit first, Shyne looking at them with curious eyes, but quickly fades once he sees me escape the limo.

I had pulled my hat off inside of the limo.. now just wearing my shades, a simple pair of jeans, however, knee torn and holy. It seemed to have been my style as of late, and I wore a pink halter top, obviously my signature color, also my feet decorated with a pair of sparkly flip flops, as well being pink. He approaches me, extending his hands to mine.. I ignore them.. swinging my arms around his neck and planting a passionate kiss to his lips.

No argument from him, as he covers my backside with his arms. Embracing the kiss, he pulls me up off of my feet. And before placing me down he breaks the kiss and whispers in to my ear.

"Damn I missed you baby..."

I smile softly as my feet yet again touch the ground.

"I missed you too Jamal... shall we?"

I asked him gesturing to the door. He nods his head.. and grabs my bags off of the ground. Shooting the body guards an odd look..we step in to his house.. both body guards standing outside.. one at the back exit.. I pull the shades from my eyes and look around.

"Nice place hunnie.."

I look over to him.. a smile on his face..

"I know, huh?"

I chuckle softly.

"No need to be modest right babe?"

He chuckles as well and takes me in to him again, his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips against mine.

"Come on the living room, I was just in the middle of watching some television.."

He takes my hand and escorts me over to the couch.. he falls ass first to the couch and pulls me down to his lap..! I lean my head on his shoulder.. and my arms over his, as he yet again wraps them around my waist, resting them on my stomach.

"Did you have a nice flight?"

"Yeah, it's not really that far from here hun.."

He turns his head, kissing my cheek.

"Oh? Did you move to Illinois?"

I shake my head.. turning to look at him.. again planting a soft kiss to his lips before rubbing my nose against his.

"No actually Detroit.."

I look down at his lips, as they curl in to a smile.

"Close enough.. but why Detroit..you could have always moved to Chicago..?"

He flashes a smile at me, and I chuckle softly before shrugging my shoulders.

"I want to explore!"

"Mhm..."

He kisses my lips again.. raising his hand to my cheek, we get caught in a full on passionate kiss, that is until we hear something very distinctive on the television..

"And what do we have here.. is this Madison Divera with Shane Knight?"

Says the show host. Shane Knight, who the hell is Shane Knight? Both Shyne and I turn back to the television.. looking on with curious eyes. It appears that 'me', and this said 'Shane Knight', are standing in a club.. by the bar to be exact. Shyne looks to me and back at the television.

I quickly get off of his lap and reach over for the remote on the coffee table turning up the volume.... now sitting beside him.. I am just as curious as Shyne is but he doesn't see it.. he leans in with his elbows to his knees..!

Shane Knight, on the television, moves in closer to 'her', she stands looking at the awards on the wall and Shane beside her .. looking at her intently when you hear..

"Fuck this.."

Escape his lips.. he grabs a hold of 'Madison Divera,' Shyne's eyes going wide as he sees this. Shane then turns her, pressing her against the wall, and kisses her quite passionately on the lips, 'Madison' not being innocent in the act kisses him back.. before the scene switches back to the show host..

"Is Madison Divera, cheating on her current love interest, Jamal "Shyne" Jackson? I wonder what he will think about this when he sees it.."

He grabs the remote and flicks off the television. His heart falling a part before his very own eyes.. he turns to look at me.. in disbelief, he doesn't see the look of complete horror and confusion on my face.

"Madison...?"

He says to me, snapping me out of my trance..

"What the hell is that? Explain that to me... Now!"

He says sternly, I couldn't blame him. I turn to look in to his eyes.. I go to take his hand in my mine, to re-assure him but he pulls it away and leans back on the couch.

"It's not what it looks like.."

"Uh huh.."

He gets up throwing the remote to the couch..

"That's what they all say Madison... what the hell were you thinking, do you even care about me?"

I stand up, unable to believe what is happening..

"Jamal please listen to me.."

I urge, trying to get closer to him but he backs off..

"You know what I need a moment to collect my thoughts... don't go anywhere because we still need to talk.."

The look he gave me said it all. He was royally pissed, and severely hurt. I watched him storm out of the living room.. All I could do was break down in my own thoughts and my own pain back on the couch. I look on to the black television screen.. that wasn't me who kissed that 'Shane Knight.'

I bury my face in my hands, and it was like a light bulb turned on..! I look up..! Chloe...