The Lamb & The Knife

[Carmen Rivera]

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[/i]) North American Championship, and this week? She would be competing in the main event! She would be competing in six person tag team action, despite it being all too clear that Carmen was by no means a people person. On Carmen’s team would be the aforementioned metrosexual duckling, Evan Envi, who Carmen would be challenging soon for his championship title. One had to wonder how they would work together. Perhaps the only thing that would make it so they didn’t start their title match first would be their partner, Kyle Goodburn. Carmen didn’t know anything about him, if she was completely honest. In her world, where she was the most important person, Kyle Goodburn found himself slipping through the cracks of Carmen’s radar. But, it was fair to say nobody was more under Carmen’s radar than Dita Morgan. The supposed “Wild Child.” As annoying and bothersome as that creature, Evan Envi was, he had nailed it right on the head when he said Dita Morgan was certainly the farthest thing from a ‘wild child.’ She had yet to do anything noticeable, let alone wild. Shadow was also a newcomer to APW, a giant who stood at nearly seven feet tall and almost three hundred pounds…a big difference compared to Carmen’s five feet, five inches, and buck thirty-five weight. But to make matters even more interesting? There was a mystery opponent involved! The final member of the six person tag was going to be called in as a favor from General Manager Johnny Diamond. Who it was? It could have been anybody! All Carmen knew is that it was going to take someone much bigger than the general manager of some hand-me-down brand that she should have been off of weeks ago to get a win over her. She was unstoppable! There was nobody who could change that, because nobody was GOOD enough to change that. Would the mystery element prove to be Carmen’s downfall? Or would her impressive streak continue? Would she be able to co-exist with Evan Envi? What role would wildcard Kyle Goodburn play in this match? You’ll just have to tune in and see![/size][/font][/ul]

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[/i] saving grace when it came to this show’s ratings. Was it fair that she was the only reason this show still had a pulse and that was the sole reason she was on it, instead of a bigger brand? Absolutely not. But that was a problem that she was going to have to rectify in the Test for the Best. Until that day came, she was going to have to do what she was best at, and make the most of this horrible situation.

Carmen sat in front of a vanity mirror set up backstage in the Arena at Gwinnett in Duluth, Georgia. In her contemplation, if anything made this show worth being on, it was that she had quickly become the star of the show. There were no pretty females vying for her spotlight, all of them ugly and looking like they’d been called to the roster from a Limited Too catalogue or some other teenybopper clothing market. Carmen was the only woman who looked, and acted, like a WOMAN. She reveled in simply how much better she was than anybody else. She held onto the wand of her Milani lip gloss and dragged it over the full shape of her bow and arrow shaped lips. The Jamaican Rum brand of gloss turned her pouty lips a dark shade of maroon, almost blood-colored. It’s then that as Carmen is admiring her reflection, the sinner from San Diego finds herself pulled away from the glory of her gorgeous reflection by another body coming into the mirror, and this body is not alone. Camera men and gaffers follow, making Carmen scoff very audibly while giving her brown eyes a roll.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "What do you want? I don’t usually associate with people who come within a fifty foot radius of Mr. Clean’s evil twin, Steve Stryker. I hope you showered."

It wasn’t a statement, as much as it was a threat. That reflection in the mirror turned out to be none other than Hannah Storm. She frowned as she brushed her wavy locks away from her face, dressed in a strapless, amethyst-colored dress with peep-showed, black high heels. She holds onto a microphone, keeping it by her side.

HANNAH STORM -- worthless human being. "I did. I had to get ready for the show tonight. In fact, that’s why I was hoping to talk to you. You never let any interviewers talk to you and I was kind of hoping to be the first."

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Let me just correct you because like your last season shoes? You are so wrong. I don’t let unimportant people talk to me. When it comes to lacking importance, most of this roster fits that bill."

She turned her attention to her practically mile-long eyelashes, untwisting the orange lid from her mascara. She dipped it into the black substance and then dragged it along the length of her eyelashes, from lid-to-tip.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Let’s just look at this little island of misfit toys, shall we? We have some kids who look like Disney-channel rejects. Are they even old enough to be legally working? Or is APW violating some sort of sick child labor laws? You got the giants at the top of the beanstalks are only here because, well, they’re giants. It’s so sad how the ability to wrestle isn’t a job requirement anymore in a WRESTLING company. You’ve got Mr. Clean, taking his time away from a supermarket shelf to drink excessively and ramble on in a sexist rant, and then the poster child for eating disorders riding on my coattails like she did last week when I beat that rightwing nutjob, Young Jizz. He’s likely standing in line, waiting for his welfare check while Niobe waits for me to put a jacket on so she can take a seat on my coattails once again. NOBODY is worth my time here!"

She spat, venomously as she re-capped the mascara and then, hesitantly, pulled her eyes away from her own reflection. She turned her body on the pink painted vanity bench and found her elbows bending, resting on the counter top.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Luckily for you, though? You don’t reek of complete failure like Stryker. Even if it is people like you, who have done nothing to deserve to be in this business, making it difficult for people like me to be taken seriously. No wonder we have sexiest pricks roaming about."

Hannah felt her head drop in some disappointment at Carmen’s cruel words. When it came to the over the top, obnoxious girl who was on TV every week, maybe she should have expected it. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Carmen stood up and brushed her perfectly flat-ironed, sandy blonde hair away from her face and hooked it behind her ear.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Let’s just get this over with, huh? I have an obligatory slaughter, I mean, a match, that I’m expected to be a part of."

Hannah did her best to put a smile on her face, though Carmen made sure that she didn’t have much to smile about. Carmen’s hands were on her hips, as the cameraman began to count down from five. The other members of the backstage crew scampered to get into place. Once the count of one hits, the camera begins to roll as Carmen pressed her delectable rump against the vanity counter, leaning against it. She let out an unimpressed yawn while Hannah started the interview.

HANNAH STORM -- worthless human being. "Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time for a rare interview appearance is the one and only, Meltdown Megastar Carmen Rivera. Carmen, last week, you and Niobe Martin defeated Young Kiz in a Handicap match. Tonight though, the stakes are much higher in Meltdown’s main event in a six person tag match putting you, Evan Envi, and Kyle Goodburn against Shadow, Dita Morgan, and a mystery opponent of Johnny Diamond’s choosing. Do you have any idea who you and Evan are going to co-exist?"

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "First of all? Props to you for giving me top billing. Maybe you aren’t as stupid as your resume makes you look. Second of all, stop being a camera whore. I’m the star here, and you’re my supporting role. Got it? Bueno. Moving on! I can’t say I know much about Kyle Goodburn. He’s attractive, sure, but the last name makes me think he has VD. So, rest assured. I will not be tagging his hand without one of these."

She turned around long enough to reach into a drawer of the vanity, sliding a pair of exam gloves onto her manicured hands, tugging at the line around the wrist for an audible SNAP to be heard.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Better safe than sorry, no? As far as it comes between me and Donald Duck? I don’t think he’s stupid. He just looks it. He knows that as far as he and I go? It’s NOTHING but him keeping my championship warm. Does that mean I’m going to play nicely with him tonight? Pfft. I haven’t played nicely with anybody thus far, and minus one little slip up that DIDN’T happen? Clearly what I do works for me! That’s all that I can ask for. So will Evan Envi and I be gal pals after this match? Are we going to go shoe shopping and braid one another’s hair and become cosmetic communists? ... God I hope not. And if I have any say, no. He’s holding my title. Nothing more, nothing less."

HANNAH STORM -- worthless human being. "It doesn’t sound like there’s much love lost there. But, the same can’t really be said for Dita Morgan and Shadow."

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Who and who?"

HANNAH STORM -- worthless human being. "Dita Morgan and Shadow? The Wild Child and the nearly seven foot tall Shadow?"

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "The Wild Child? What is it that makes her so wild?"

HANNAH STORM -- worthless human being. "Her high-flying, high-octane, in-ring skill."

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "How do you know? Every single time she goes out to the ring, it’s a ten minute spectacle of her getting her ass handed to her. What’s so wild about her? The idea of her actually getting a win? I mean, she’s yet to do it. I can only assume that that sets the standard for Shadow in this little reunion. Losers tend to like other losers. Look at the pool of talent I find myself associated with: Michael Harris. That’s top of the ladder. THAT’S as high as it gets right there. Shadow may be a giant, and Dita may be wild, but none of those things matter if you can’t get a win. The only thing it does is take a valuable roster spot away from people who deserve it, from people who would give me something I crave around here, that nobody else has given me: COMPETITION."

HANNAH STORM -- worthless human being. "Well, you may just get what you’re wishing for in a matter of hours, Carmen. The sixth and final participant involved in this six-person tag match is a mystery! The only person who knows who it is is Johnny Diamond, and he isn’t letting anybody in on who this secret person is. Does that have you worried?"

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "Why should it?"

The baneful tone in her voice told the story. There was nobody on God’s Green Earth that intimidated Carmen. She may not be the biggest female on the roster, but she’s certainly proven herself to be a decorated athlete. Her arms folded under her chest, the San Diego native scoffing in a disgusted manner.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "I haven’t been a part of this company very long, but I’ve been here long enough to see Diamond’s track record. It’s all around us. Look at the imbeciles that he’ll hire. He hired you of all people, and what are your proper credentials? Being able to operate your pre-paid debit card to pay for that bad boob job and even worse dye job? Look at the jokes he hires. Dita Morgan and Niobe Martin are NOTHING short of jobbers. Bulk Rogaine got the pink slip recently. He hires COMPLETE MORONS who are incapable of the simplest of tasks. If he can’t take his job as a general manager seriously and he can’t hire people who can do the job they’re hired to do, what’s going to make him competent enough to book me against an opponent who can actually give me the competition that I not only crave, but I deserve?"

She placed her hands onto her hips. The gloves were irritating, but they definitely proved her point. Rivera continued, with a snicker on her face.

CARMENRIVERA -- sinful seductress. "This match is bogus. It’s going to be nothing more than a waste of time for not only me, but every last one of those overweight avengers sitting out in the audience, wishing they could live the lifestyle I live for even just a day without doing anything proactive about it. It doesn’t matter if Diamond hires Jesus Christ himself for the night. I will be leading each and every single one of them to slaughter like the weak, defenseless lambs that they are. Tonight is MY night. The night where I solidify myself as the top of the card, just where I deserve to be, and prove what I prove every single week. There is no home for me on the B-Show."

Carmen pushed the interview in towards Hannah’s chest and then began to walk away after giving her reflection one final peek. It was a few moments later, once Carmen was out of the line of sight, that this scene fades to black.[/ul][/font]

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