Angelica Monroe [vs.] Tiffani Michaels [vs.] Blyss Lockhart

TRIPLE THREAT CITY!!!!!!

WOMEN’S LOCKER ROOM


HOME (Dad’s place)

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Dinner was amazing, Dad. I’ll clean this up.

Knock, knock.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Yeah, Dad?

She sits up and turns towards the door. Her father opens it slightly.

Jeremy Lockhart
You turning in so soon?

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Nah, come in.

He pushes the door wider and enters. He sits on a chair at the study desk.

Jeremy Lockhart
I come in here to talk to you. I haven’t heard from you for two weeks and then suddenly today you appear on the doorstep saying you wanna stay here till New Year’s? Don’t get me wrong. I love it every time you girls come back to your old man. But is something going on at work? ...Relationship maybe?

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Dad, you know that I work hard as a wrestler, right? I mean, you can see the amount of dedication, can’t you? I’ve been around the country doing this since high school. I’ve... I’ve even trained in Japan, right? And then I come back because -- because I miss home? Does that count as weakness?

She looks at her father, feeling more vulnerable than before.

Jeremy Lockhart
Sweetheart, no. Of course not. It just means that... that it’s possibly time for you to come home and wrestle here, is all. Remember what I used to tell you when you were little? “Everything happens for a reason.” And it has absolutely nothing to do with your wrestling ability or passion. You take what you can get now and use it to your strength later when the rewards have ripened in time for you to collect and enjoy its sweetness.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
But Dad, I have a title match on the 30th in a triple threat. Besides the current champion, the other one used to be the titleholder herself. Am I going on a whim here? Is my strategy of jumping right into the fire a really bad idea? It’s a great opportunity for sure especially when I have worked so hard and getting absolutely nothing to advance my career. What if I don’t have what it takes? What if I’m just fooling myself?

Jeremy Lockhart
Hush now. Why are you talking like that? This isn’t you at all. What have you done to my daughter?

Her father starts to joke, bringing a tiny smile on Blyss’ face.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Come on, Dad. I’m serious. I’ve never been involved in such a match that has so much on the line. The title itself is huge! And then there’s my dignity and my reputation. After a horrible debut match last week, I can’t help but feel discouraged, Dad. It was humiliating. It’s like I can’t back it up in the ring in a proper match.

Jeremy Lockhart
A loss is a loss. You can’t guarantee it will never happen. You’re a good wrestler and you have as much a fair chance as your opponent. ...Did you underestimate her?

She bites her lower lip and looks down, ashamed.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Yeah, a bit. And she’s one of my opponents in the upcoming title match.

Jeremy Lockhart
Well, there ya go. Do not ever underestimate someone else because no way in hell can you know the person inside out when you don’t fully know yourself either. No one can. So, you listen to your old man now and don’t you forget this. You’re getting your second chance here to show that you’re not a ‘flash flood’ and that you can back it up in a proper match. Make a plan. Nothing works without a good solid plan for success. You’re a smart girl too so use it. Do everything you can in your power to make your career. Create your own opportunities but within the rules of course. Understand?

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Yes, Dad, you’re right. I see it now.

She leaves the bed and walks over to her father. She plants a kiss on her father’s cheek.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Thank you, Dad.

Jeremy Lockhart
You’re welcome, sweetheart. Alright, I have some work to do in the study. Good night, honey.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Good night.

IN THE RING (the next day)

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
The Queen of Wrestling championship. A title so prestigious, so aptly named for a woman of the highest wrestling calibre. A woman who’s passionate, strong and intellectual. A woman who greatly desires to be on top of the roster and not only sets the standard in today’s professional wrestling but also becomes a true blue role model for females everywhere.

She tilts her head to one side before straightening it again.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Angelica Monroe, you have accomplished some in your 2-year career. Very impressive. Hail the current champ! Oh and Tiffani Michaels, you were once that too. No, I didn’t forget that. Here, give a big round of applause for yourselves. Go ahead.

She claps her hands, the sounds echoing throughout the empty arena. Then she stops and slowly puts her arms back like before. She props one foot up on the bottom rope.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
Apparently, I, Blyss Lockhart, have interrupted your little cat fight over the title. “Oh, give me back my championship belt!” “Oh, you won’t win this again so easily!” “Oh this, oh that!” Please, neither of you have what I have.

She pushes her foot off the rope and walks forward. The camera follows, backing up. She continues to speak while walking.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
What I have is a deep growing hunger for that one opportunity where I am finally recognized for my valiant efforts in this business. That one big moment when I finally raise that honorable title high above my head. High risks, high rewards. I have watched the way the two of you squabble over it and it makes me sick to think such classless women have worn that belt around their waists, let alone touched it. To have been called a champion?

She makes a hard fast motion crossing her hands in protest, screaming at the camera in the middle of the ring.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
No! I will not stand idly by this... this... injustice! That title will be mine on New Year’s Evil. If... If...

She calms down, clasping her hands together to her chest. She exhales softly.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
If you think about it, I’m actually doing you a favor. You see, I’ll... I’ll take it from both of you and you don’t have to fight each other anymore. Aren’t you... Aren’t you tired of seeing each other’s faces every single week trying and failing to keep or recapture the title? Isn’t it... exhausting?

One corner of her mouth twists upwards, forming a smirk.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
So, ladies, count your blessings and get a new hobby because this coming December 30th, you will all witness a change in the dynamics of female wrestling in this company. After New Year’s Evil, you will all welcome one of IWF’s newest and best signees, “the Bodacious Blonde” Blyss Lockhart, as your new Queen of Wrestling champion.

She leans closer to the camera, cupping the lens with both hands. She sighs with a mock innocent expression on her face.

Blyss Lockhart
the.bodacious.blonde.
It’s only natural, ladies.

With that, the camera suddenly swings down as she knocks it away. It hits the mat but continues to record her boots walking away before going out of focus as she leaves the ring.

Being back at home in Los Angeles felt almost like I was walking around with a cloud permanently placed beneath my feet. That was the best part of the holidays in my personal opinion, returning to your roots and to the people who loved you the most, for me that included staying at my twin sister's house which she shared with her little family. I always loved it each time that Taryn and I would reunite after we had been separated, being twins meant we shared a bond that was closer that normal siblings, that helped make us being together again that much more special. Especially now when I could see for my own eyes how much Taryn was glowing being pregnant with her second child. It was exciting for me to think about having myself another little niece or nephew running around for me to spoil with all of my love. Personally I wasn't sure exactly where I stood when it came to children and it wasn't a subject I had even thought about bringing up to Anthony for fear of his own reaction, so that made the thought of a little one for my sister that much more exciting. I couldn't stop smiling while I rubbed over Taryn's swollen belly with my hands hoping to feel a kick from the baby while Anthony kept himself busy bringing in all of our luggage. I could tell that he was also excited for us to be back in Los Angeles and especially for us to celebrate our holidays together with our families. This kind of togetherness made up for being on the road for such a vast amount of time.

I had helped Anthony bring in the presents we had bought for Taryn, her husband Adam, and my little niece Holly who wasted no time gathering herself by the tree with her own excitement. I couldn't keep the smile off my own face just watching her glow with happiness when Anthony allowed her to shake some of the presents we had brought. She was practically vibrating in place while going from one brightly wrapped box to another and Anthony couldn't help but laugh seeing her so excited without even knowing what was inside of the boxes. I pulled Taryn in close for a warm hug feeling so happy that I was back here with the person with whom I was closest to in the entire world. Taryn was only more than happy to return my hug and I think we would have stayed like that forever if Adam hadn't pointed out that Anthony needed some assistance moving all our luggage into the guest bedroom. We both couldn't help but laugh while we took the time to help Anthony and even Holly tried to lift up one of the suitcases so she could help us as well. The end result being that she ended up staying in the living room with the mountain of presents, but it was still quite adorable of her to offer some assistance. It made being back at home that much more worth it and Anthony let me know exactly how happy he was when he pulled me in for a kiss once we found ourselves alone inside of the guest bedroom. It was by then when my entire head was practically spinning from all the happiness I was feeling. I didn't want to be anywhere else but right here in Anthony's arms at this very moment.

Once we had gotten ourselves completely settled in, Taryn and Adam had been more than helpful to get us properly comfortable, and we didn't once complain from all of the lavishing attention from our hosts. However after dinner that evening Anthony and myself made the decision that we wanted some time alone together out on the town. It was rare that we both had enough time to enjoy together and I think we wanted to make the most of the time that was being presented to us during this holiday vacation. I was standing by myself inside one of the most popular clubs in Los Angeles at the moment with a glass of white wine on the table. I had put on a brand new dress I had bought before we had gotten on the plane to take us to Los Angeles and I quite enjoyed the sight of my reflection in one of the mirrors inside of the club. The dress was a beautiful shade of silver and it perfectly complimented the earrings that were dangling from my ears at this very moment. I turned my attention away from the mirror when I noticed Anthony approaching closer to the table where I was standing. He had put on a pair of glasses that made him look almost like he was attempting to pull off a Clark Kent kind of style. Whatever his true reason for the glasses I had to admit that I quite liked how they looked on him while he moved in closer to where I was standing. Anthony appeared almost nervous when he took in my appearance and I had to stop myself from giggling because of how much he seemed to be committing to his chosen persona. We had decided that since we had some time alone together, we were going to have as much fun as it was possible, and it all started right here inside of this club. Anthony's mouth turned upwards into that crooked nervous smile before he leaned in closer to where I was standing in order for me to hear him speak over the sound of the loud music.

Anthony Roberts - Hi.

Tiffani Michaels - Hi.

Anthony Roberts - I'm Kevin. What's your name?

Tiffani Michaels - Lily.

Anthony Roberts - Lily? Wow, that's a beautiful name, just like the flower which is also equally beautiful. I happen to love flowers, you know, just smelling them or even looking at them is something that just makes me feel good.

Tiffani Michaels - That's very interesting.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek because I was still feeling that irresistible urge to break out into giggles and I didn't want to ruin the moment. Anthony had seemingly put a lot of thought into this character even down to the way he was stuttering while he was speaking. It was adorable and I was having a hard time keeping up my charade in which I had to pretend to be absolutely bored with this nerdy guy trying to pick me up in public. During the cab ride taking us to the club we had come up with the scenario of two strangers meeting inside of a club and having it escalate to something that neither one of us could predict. Anthony had no idea how I would respond and I had no idea what he would say next while he remained pressed up against my side. I took a sip from my glass of wine and noticed out of the corner of my eye that Anthony appeared to be taking in his surroundings inside of the club. He reached upwards and pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose before he focused his attention back down towards where I was standing. I offered him a nervous smile before I took another sip from my glass of wine hoping I was coming across completely cool and not interested at the moment. I had a feeling that I was definitely capturing Anthony's interest because his eyes were still glued onto me and he was taking his time to appreciate the form of my body inside of my silver dress that was clinging to all of my curves in all the right places. I gave myself a quick mental pat on the back for having decided to wear this dress in the first place. Clearly it had been the right choice to make if I was going to judged solely based on the way Anthony was reacting at the moment. He nervously cleared his throat and I brought my attention back upwards to his face while setting my glass down on the table.

Anthony Roberts - So, where are you from?

Tiffani Michaels - Baltimore.

Anthony Roberts - Wow, Baltimore. What brings you all the way out here to Los Angeles?

Tiffani Michaels - I guess I just love L.A.

Anthony Roberts - Who doesn't? You have all of these beaches to choose from and the celebrities walking around all over the place, it's almost like being in some kind of version of Heaven, but right here on Earth. It's surreal, that's the best way to describe Los Angeles, absolutely surreal and in the best way possible.

Tiffani Michaels - I take it that you come from here in Los Angeles.

Anthony Roberts - Oh, no, I'm just a really big fan.

Tiffani Michaels - You must not get out very much.

Anthony chuckles nervously trying to pretend like my off handed comment hasn't stung him in some way, but I think that I personally know better judging by the sweat that was forming on his brow at the moment. I scoff underneath my breath before taking another sip from my glass of wine feeling quite confident that I had gained the upper hand in our little exchange. Anthony might be skilled in playing the nervous bumbling fool, but there was something delicious and exciting about being able to act like a bitch with no remorse. It was the kind of thing that no man out there could understand and us females could enjoy secretly while still smiling so nobody knew the truth. I could practically see the wheels turning inside of Anthony's head while he was attempting to figure out what his next move would be if he was hoping to land this girl who was less than impressed. I set my glass of wine down on the table and with a small sigh I begin to trace around the rim of the glass with my index finger. This was the perfect way for me to demonstrate how bored I was of this conversation at the moment. Anthony chuckles once again before he points towards me with one shaking index finger. This was his last ditch attempt to impress me and I raised one eyebrow like I was daring him to surprise me with what could possibly come out of his mouth next. It would have to be extremely dazzling and brilliant if he was hoping to score on this evening. Otherwise I was just going to walk away without even once bothering to look back at his fumbling around like a damn fool with glasses on his face.

Anthony Roberts - Those are some nice earrings. They really compliment-

Tiffani Michaels - I think I've had enough here, obviously you've been reading some issues of Cosmo in the hopes that it will help you land a woman, but this is just so sad that it's borderline on pathetic. Perhaps if I had nothing better to do, I would throw you a bone, but I think I'd just end up disappointment myself when we'd finally get between the sheets.

Anthony Roberts - Lily, I don't think-

Tiffani Michaels - I'm not looking for a BFF Kevin, I want a real man, and I can tell just by looking at you that there isn't one looking at me right now.

Anthony Roberts - If you would just give me a minute more.

Tiffani Michaels - Save it Kevin. This conversation is done.

I rolled my eyes before I pushed myself away from the table and slipped past Anthony in order to walk out onto the dance floor. I could still hear him calling after me and begging me to stop so I could just give him another chance, but I pretended like I couldn't even hear him, and I think that was only getting him more frustrated. Anthony reached up towards his glasses and he removed them from his face while his eyes narrowed in the direction of my retreating back. The music was still pumping loudly inside of the club and I could feel the different bodies of people dancing while pushing up against his each other to the beat of the music. I also could make out the faint sound of Anthony's footsteps while he took a couple closer in the direction of where I was heading. I continued to pretend like I couldn't even hear him or that I cared even less about how his feelings were being crushed. That is until I heard the sound of Anthony's voice yelling loudly above the sound of the music and I knew without even seeing him that he was addressing me in this crowd full of people. Some of them whom had stopped dancing the moment they heard Anthony and had their attentions shifted over towards what was unfolding between us inside of this busy club on this late December evening.

Anthony Roberts - Did I say you could go bitch?

Tiffani Michaels - What did you just call me?

I turned myself around so that I was facing in the direction where Anthony was standing. I narrowed my eyes at him now that I could see for myself that he was no longer wearing his glasses. He also seemed to have dropped his nervous college boy routine and was now glaring back in my direction with a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. I had to admit that in this very moment my heart was beginning to pound wildly inside of my chest and I was dying to see what he was going to say next. He didn't seem at all phased that strangers in this club were now staring in our direction and whispering back and forth to each other about our now public fight. None of that seemed to matter because for us we were the only two people inside of the club and it was such a delicious thrill. It was coursing throughout my entire body and I needed to clench both of my hands into tight fists to keep a hold of myself or I might just faint. Anthony took a couple of steps closer to where I was standing and he chuckled briefly. Not a nervous chuckle like he had done before, no this was a chuckle that was filled with confidence, and he was looking at me like I had just become his prey for the evening. It would appear like the tables had indeed turned in Anthony's favor and all I could do was stand there waiting to see what he was going to do next. The anticipation was driving me mad.

Anthony Roberts - I didn't stutter. Here's how it's going to go down you crazy little slut. I don't give a damn about Baltimore. I hate those fake looking earrings. I'm from Detroit and I'm going to show you exactly how we deal with stuck up little bitches.

Tiffani Michaels - Don't you dare touch me or I'll take you down to your knees in front of everybody in this club.

Anthony Roberts - Is that a promise?

Anthony closes that gap between us and before I even have the time to react, he has swept me up into his arms, and his lips have found their way to mine in a desperate kiss filled with desire. I return his kiss eagerly and I don't think we stop kissing until we have reached one of the bathrooms inside of the club. Inside of the bathroom, Anthony has me pressed up against the wall while I have my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. This was the reason why we had gone along with this little charade. For the simple naughty pleasure of doing something so delicious and exciting that the thrill was too impossible to resist. I'm still feeling dizzy and light headed from the rush of emotions while I rip open Anthony's shirt with both of my hands. I run my fingernails up against his chest while he continues to kiss me greedily enjoying the feeling of my body pressed up against his own inside of this public bathroom. My shoes by now are up against the floor and I am able to use my bare feet to support myself in order to pull my body closer to Anthony's while we grope around each other looking for some release. Coming home for Christmas was one thing, but being able to share in something naughty just for fun with my boyfriend, that was the gift that kept on giving. The best part of all was this was something we could do at any point during the year and it would never get old. It would certainly never get boring and for that I would be eternally grateful.




The Christmas tree was filled with beautiful lights that twinkled and sparkled underneath the ceiling lamp and I honestly couldn't remember how long I had been standing there allowing myself to become bewitched by the magic of Christmas. This late in the evening I was the only one awake and out of bed, for a good reason as well, and it was because I needed to upload a promo for my triple threat match at New Year's Evil. As much as I was loving being in Los Angeles for the holidays, I could never be able to completely push away the reminders of my career, especially not when an extremely important match was waiting in the wings. New Year's Evil would be my chance to regain the property which had been stolen from me by Angelica Monroe. No longer would I have to deal with watching her parade around with my Queen of Wrestling championship belt in her hands. The only obstacle in my path keeping me from making a direct beeline in the direction of Angelica came in the shapely form of one Blyss Lockhart. I had more important things on my mind to bother focusing too much on exactly what Blyss did to even deserve a chance at the Queen of Wrestling championship belt in the first place. There was no point for me to bother myself with something that could not be changed, and having defeated Blyss one before in the past, it certainly gave me that much appreciated boost of confidence that I could provide everyone with a repeat performance of that previous win at New Year's Evil. Above all I needed to keep myself focus on what was waiting for me at the end of this yellow brick road. The Queen of Wrestling championship belt and the promise that I would soon be able to settle myself back into my throne.

There was a certain soothing feeling to being the only one awake in the house while I carefully set my laptop down upon the surface of the coffee table. I moved it around until I was sure that the Christmas tree would be well in view while recording my promo. As soon as I would have it all recorded, it would only take a matter of minutes before I'd have it safely uploaded onto my Tumblr for the internet viewing public to enjoy in the comfort of their own home. I would also send a copy to the officials at IWF so they could ensure that my opponents would be able to watch the promo as well before the big triple threat match. The corners of my mouth turned upwards into a slight smile while I adjusted the Santa Claus hat I had placed on the top of my head before making my way downstairs. I had the program for my webcam opened and I could see myself right now while I was making sure nothing was out of place before I would officially begin recording. I quickly ran my tongue along my bottom lip hating how quickly they became chapped during the winter time and swiftly pressed down onto the button to begin recording. The small light of the webcam blinked itself to life and I knew from that moment on everything I would say or do would be recorded. I moved myself closer towards the tree and kept my attention focused onto the lens of the webcam while I turned up the corners of my mouth into a brilliant smile. I loved how the confidence I was feeling on the inside was shining through on the outside which only made things better as far as this promo was concerned.

Tiffani Michaels - I absolutely love this time of the year, in fact I can even admit that this is my favorite time of the year, and it all started back when I was a little girl. In those days it was very important for little girls and little boys to remain nice throughout the year if they wanted to receive presents from Santa Claus. It does feel like the older we get, the more we forget about this unwritten rule of being nice, and we start to slip into the realm of being naughty. I suppose that it helps a lot that we no longer believe in the magic of Santa and therefore we know we'll still receive presents from our friends and family. I think this is sad because it should still be important to remain nice no matter how old we are and we can still learn important lessons in our lives even without a big fat man in a red suit sliding down our chimneys in the middle of the night. The magic of Christmas and Santa should never truly disappear from inside of our hearts and I want to stress this important little lesson to two extremely important ladies. The two ladies who will be my opponents at New Year's Evil and two ladies that I believe have been extremely naughty this year. Of course all the men out there enjoy themselves ladies who are naughty, but this isn't the kind of naughty I happen to be talking about, so you can tuck those dirty little fantasies back into the corner where it belongs. The kind of naughty I'm talking about is the kind where Santa would be extremely disappointed and would end up leaving lumps of coal for Angelica Monroe and Blyss Lockhart. It's certainly what they deserve and it's shame such a thing can't happen, so now they'll simply continue to run around thinking that their actions is completely appropriate. I think though, even better than a lump of coal, would be for the both of them to taste bitter defeat at New Year's Evil. Especially since neither one of them is deserving of being the Queen of Wrestling in my own personal opinion. Or perhaps I still believe in the firm logic that naughty children should not be rewarded. Even when those children have grown up into women who enjoy stomping their little feet when things are not going the way they want.

Tiffani Michaels - That's exactly how my dear friend Angelica Monroe likes to act whenever she's not sitting pretty at the top of the ladder. Of course now she has no reason to go around stomping her feet because she figures she's virtually untouchable now that the Queen of Wrestling championship belt is in her hands. A belt that she stole away from me when she caught me in a moment of weakness. The fact of the matter is that every single time she opens her mouth, Angelica proves to the entire world just how unworthy she is of being the champion in the first place. It's all made perfectly clear when she continues to express her opinion about me revealing just how little she knows about me in the grand scheme of things. She's sitting there laughing and calling me a has been even though since my loss of the Queen of Wrestling championship belt, I've pushed myself back into a winning streak inside of the ring. Then there's the part where she blindly calls Griffin my boyfriend. That's hilarious and shows how little you know, why because Griffin and I hang out together, of course he must be my boyfriend! I suppose I just keep on forgetting just how the little people like to think whenever they have some kind of a mental flash going on inside of their heads. Those fun little facts Angelica likes to toss around regarding myself couldn't be further from the truth and it's sad to think just how little this woman knows about me when we've been opponents inside of the ring more than once by now. At least I've bothered to do my homework where this woman is concerned. None of it was fascinating, but that means when I open my mouth about Angelica Monroe, the words coming out are the definite truth. Sadly she cannot say the same and she actually thinks people should believe she's worthy of carrying around a championship belt that announces her to be the best female talent on the IWF roster at the current moment. I honestly don't know whether to laugh or cry when I think about this and so I'm just left shaking my head. Sometimes you just cannot fix stupid.

Tiffani Michaels - We've been through this song and dance more than once Angelica. If you want to believe that I'm washed up now, go right ahead, it certainly didn't help you out in the ring at Battle Grounds during our mixed tag team match. So do you really expect for it to be any different at New Year's Evil? I've been telling you for weeks now that you have been carrying around the Queen of Wrestling championship belt on borrowed time and that deadline is up come New Year's Evil. You'll be walking into our match a champion, but I guarantee that by the end of the night, you will no longer be tarnishing the reputation of the Queen of Wrestling championship belt with your obvious lack of talent. I know you've been enjoying rubbing the championship belt in my face whenever you had the chance, and I've let all of that rage build up on the inside, because I knew that I would be getting my chance for revenge. I've been patiently waiting for the appropriate time where I could introduce your face to the ring mat and remind you of exactly where you belong on the ladder of success. In case you forgot dear Angelica, it's at the very bottom, and I think you'll be smart to keep that in mind once I've finished wiping the mat with your face. Of course judging on how thinking seems to be at the bottom of your list of priorities, I imagine that you won't learn at all the place where you belong, and you'll probably go right back to being a thorn in my side. One victory over me is all you can claim, but I can claim so much more, so I think we both know deep down on the inside that I am the more dominant female in between the both of us Angie. I've certainly had no problems proving it in the past and now I'm going into this match with only one clear goal in the back of my mind. To bring my Queen of Wrestling championship back where it belongs. As much fun as it's been dealing with the annoyance of Angelica in my face on a weekly basis, I'm remind to squash that annoying little bug underneath my heel, and I'm certainly ready to move on to more interesting challenges. I just need to prove once and for all that Angelica Monroe isn't better than I am inside of the ring. She got lucky once and that's not something likely to happen twice in a row. It's hard enough to pull off one miracle in the first place.

Tiffani Michaels - Of course Angelica and myself are not the only two involved in this match. It would seem that another dear friend of mine Blyss Lockhart has managed to worm her way into a championship title match and made this match into a triple threat. I'm not even going to begin to speculate just how Blyss could even begin to deserve such a golden opportunity, especially when I was the one who defeated her in the first place when we were booked in a number one contender's match. Clearly she must have batted those big baby blues and sweet talked her way into the match in question. I mean, it must have been her good looks that booked her, right? It obviously cannot be her impressive winning streak here in IWF. Unless jumping people from behind now makes you worthy of earning a championship title shot. Obviously I must be doing things wrong because I thought it was talent and hard work that helped you along in your career. Blyss is just another poor girl who's been so terribly naughty this year and thinks it's fair that she should be rewarded for her actions, how sad that she lives with such horrible delusions in her mind. I need to do the obvious thing here and help Blyss see the error of her ways before it becomes too late. I am more than willing to steer her back in the right direction, simply because she doesn't even belong in this match in the first place. Sure, it was cute seeing her attempting to get involved and dish out some attacks from behind like Angelica has been so fond of doing, but this isn't fun time and games. This is the moment where one of us will be walking out with the Queen of Wrestling championship belt in her hands. I'm not about to watch Blyss Lockhart walking out with my property simply because she was handed a chance at gold when she did absolutely nothing to prove her worth in the first place. Good looks are all fine and dandy, but even those tend to fade over time, and then what do people like Blyss Lockhart have left in this world? What does the so called "bodacious blonde" have to offer when her body has gone to shit? Absolutely nothing. She's nothing more than an obstacle in my path at New Year's Evil. I suppose they didn't want to make it too easy for me to win back my championship belt, but more than anything, I thrive on a challenge.

Tiffani Michaels - It was quite nice to finally hear you speaking your mind Blyss, too bad that none of it mattered, especially since you have no idea about the situation you will be walking into at New Year's Evil. You've been carelessly tossed into a cage with two roaring lions who are more than ready to rip you into shreds. I can understand you wanting to prove yourself and finally have a championship belt to raise up high into the air with pride. However it's not going to be happening at New Year's Evil and it's certainly not going to be happening with my championship belt. I've beaten you down inside of that ring once before and I have no issues whatsoever doing it again, especially if you decide to foolishly get in my way. This match is so much bigger than you and your desires. You're just going to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I still don't even know exactly why you're even in this match in the first place. I guess the more girls tearing into each other, the more entertaining it is for the male fans in the audience and the ones watching at home. Or this is just going to be your last ditch effort to prove that you belong. Either way none of it matters to me, I'll take down absolutely anybody who even dares to stand in my path at New Year's Evil. You are right about one thing though, the fact that this back and forth between Angelica and myself needs to come to an end. I have grown tired of seeing her face on a weekly basis and I could certainly use a break from listening to that screeching voice. However just because I agree with you about one thing doesn't mean I'm going to go completely mental and agree that you're the one who deserves the championship belt. You enjoy looking down at us and sneering that we're not deserving of being champions? Please, tell me exactly what you've done to deserve it, besides the obvious fact that you enjoy getting down on your knees to get your way in the end. Obviously you wanted to be in this match Blyss. That's why you're here, right? Now you'll find out exactly why they say you should be careful what you wish for, because sometimes when that wish comes true, it can be a real bitch that ends up bitting you on the ass.

Tiffani Michaels - Even though the both of you girls have been extremely naughty. I know you both have that hunger and desire stirring on the inside. It's the exact same one that I am feeling. You both are yearning for the exact same goal that I have set for myself and I think we're all smart enough to know that only one of us can achieve her goal in this match at New Year's Evil. The two of us who will be on the losing end will unfortunately be kicking ourselves for having fallen short of the victory. It's all going to boil down to which one of us wants it the most and I think personally I hold the monopoly on that honor. I know what it feels like to win the Queen of Wrestling championship belt and I know the pain that comes from losing the gold. That's why my hunger runs that much deeper and I have absolutely nothing to lose going into this match. All I have with me is my pride and desire that is going to be fueling my every move from the very moment I first step out from behind those curtains. It doesn't matter that Angelica is the one who holds the gold at this current moment and it doesn't matter how badly Blyss is hoping to shake off the shame from her embarrassing debut. Even combine together they could not even begin to fill half of my desire of how badly I want to feel the Queen of Wrestling championship belt being placed back inside of my hands. New Year's Evil for me is the beginning of something new. 2013 is going to be the year of Tiffani Michaels and I am going to begin that year with a championship belt in my hands. The true Queen of Wrestling will be standing tall once again and it all starts with both Angelica Monroe and Blyss Lockhart falling at my feet. New Year's Evil is the beginning of the end for them, but for me, it's the beginning of something new. Something wonderful and something that I cannot wait to begin to experience. 2013 is going to be such a great year for me, just you wait and see, but for now I will see you two inside of the ring. I can't wait girlies! Naughty girls always get what's coming for them in the end. It's how it is when you're just a couple of ho ho hos.

I giggle before offering a small playful wink towards the camera. The Santa Claus hat was still resting comfortably on my head and I lean in closer towards the webcam while I press the palm of my hands up against my lips. I pull my hand away from my lips and blow some kisses towards the lens of the camera, kisses that I am sending to both my opponents and also all of those loyal fans who will be watching this promo. This was the season for giving after all and every little bit counts as far as I'm concerned. I reach out towards my laptop and press down on the button to end the recording, watching the small light for the webcam fade out until I know for sure that the recording has come to an end for good. I click around a few more times making sure to both upload my promo to my Tumblr and sending out a copy so that the IWF officials can ensure my opponents can view my promo for themselves before the match. Once all that is finished I close up my laptop with a small smile on my face. I rub my hands over the surface of the laptop while my eyes travel upwards the length of the Christmas tree until I have made my way towards the angel resting at the top of the tree. I always loved how peaceful the angel looks while sitting up there at the tree like it was looking down at the rest of the world. It's like being watched by something that will keep you protected no matter what happens. I make my way out of the living room and make sure to turn off the light before going up the stairs with the intention of making my way back into the guest bedroom that I am sharing with Anthony while we are here visiting my sister for the holidays. I imagine he was still sleeping peacefully inside of the bed, there wasn't much that would wake up Anthony when he went out for the night. Now I just needed to get myself some much needed sleep after having cleared my head of all my thoughts concerning my opponents. The talk has been talked, now all that was left was to see how the actions would play out inside of the ring.