Midajah .
God damn.... I really hate these dreams I've been getting lately. I really need to get that prescription filled.. I just haven't had time to run around to that fucking pharmacy.

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Pills? For what? In case you didn't know, Midajah has been having to take pills for a very bad dreaming spell that she's had ever since that amnesia that had taken over her for a while a few months ago. Midajah gets out of her bed, knowing that her alarm was set to go off at 6:00 A.M. she doesn't feel the need to go back to bed if she's only got to stay up a measly half hour, by now, twenty minutes. She walks into a huge kitchen, with nice dark blue tiles, and an island in the center of it. She turns on the coffee maker, and begins to make some coffee. Midajah walks into the previous  bedroom she was in, to grab her prescription for the pills she was speaking of earlier, so that she could find some time to eventually drop them off today. When she picks the paper up, she accidentally drops it.... causing this paper to fall under neath the bed. She groans, and mumbles a "Damnit!" as she leans down and looks for the paper. Having trouble finding it, she gets on her hands and knees, pulling up the bottom of the sheets trying to peek under the bed to find it. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, she is frustrated and gets up rather quick, catching her head with the corner of an oak wood nightstand. She drops to the floor, lying there motionless for a minute. Half out of her mind, Midajah leans on the bed to help her get up, grabs on to her head, and falls into the bed. 6:00 rolls around rather quickly, as Scott Steiner reaches over his wife, pushing the alarm off, and lays  back down, with his hands behind his head and his arms folded. He then rolls over, and slides his arm around Midajah, who is lying on her side. Scott starts to kiss her neck, as she begins to move a little bit... he rolls her on to her back and slides on top of her, trying to wake Midajah up, and trying to get some. *wink* Scott Steiner has succeeded in waking her up, as she opens her eyes slowly.. she looks up at her husband lying on top of her, and a look of shock comes across her face.

Midajah .
What the HELL?! Who are you.. an-and.... Why are you laying on me! Get off of me, NOW!

Scott Steiner
*confused* Mindy? What are you talking about?

Midajah.
You know damn well what I'm trying to talk about! You're trying to rape me or something... You need to fucking get off of me before I call the fucking police... *Steiner tries to move closer to Mindy to comfort her* DON'T GET ANY CLOSER OR ELSE!!!

Scott Steiner.
Uhm... okay... Here, let me get you a glass of water or something...

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Scott Steiner leaves the room, leaving Midajah with a puzzled look on her face. He returns with a tall glass of water... He hands it over to the confused woman as she takes a sip of it... then puts it down on the night stand hard.

Midajah
Wait... you're trying to poison me or something?! Who ARE you?

Scott.
Mindy... *puts hand on forehead* Damnit... I know what happened....You haven't been taking your pills have you? Why didn't I think of this... Mindy, you know what the doctor's told you damn it!

Midajah.
What? Pills? Pills?.... *voice raises* Pills.

Scott.
Yes... do you remember?

Midajah.
Yeah... I just had the strangest dream... I was in the Survivor Series match, and it was so frustrated... I couldn't pull off any moves.. and then I lost.... Someone pinned me, I can't quite remember either.... All I remember is waking up and... then this really loud thud.. and....

Scott.
You hit your head... I heard it in the middle of the night.. You really need to get your prescription filled..

Midajah.
*sigh* I know.. I'm so sorry Scott... I feel so bad for having to put you through all of this.

Scott.
It's okay baby.... *kisses her forehead* Now, let's see this bump of yours, I'm sure it's a real knocker. *laughs*

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Midajah laughs as she hugs Scott and the scene slowly fades out...

Scene #2 ~ At the arena...
The scene opens up backstage as we see Midajah and Scott Steiner apparantly in her locker room... Scott Steiner is sitting on the plush leather couch reading a WWE magazine while Midajah is sitting in front of a vanity mirror getting the last of her make up done... The artist applies the last of her eye liner as Midajah gets up out of the chair and walks over to Scott Steiner, sitting on the couch next to him. Scott Steiner sets the magazine on the table and looks over at Midajah, looking her up and down, obviously eyeing her.

Steiner.
Damn woman... you look fucking great.

Midajah.
*flips her hair* When don't I?

Steiner.
Good question.

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Scott Steiner picks up a remote control for the miniature television in the locker room and flicks it on... only to see Lana Starr in the ring, obviously blabbing on about her match up... this week at Survivor Series, the classic survivor's match up. Lana is boasting in the ring like no other. Midajah is staring at the television, soaking up her promo, word for word, as ever word comes out of her mouth a look of anger comes across Midajah's face, getting stronger, and stronger. Midajah stares down the television, even after Lana's promo is off. Scott Steiner recognizes this look...

Steiner.
What's wrong now?

Midajah.
That... that... BITCH!

Steiner.
Lana?

Midajah.
No fucking shit Sherlock, GOD!

Steiner.
Sorry babe...

Midajah.
Oh she'll get a fucking piece of my mind, just wait... just wait. She wants to say that I pack my bags and leave every time that I lose a match? The bitch has got to be on crack... I will discuss the real reasons why I left the XwwA most recently... I will inform her and the rest of these fucking pack rats around here. GR!

Steiner.
Eh, I wouldn't even worry about it... These girls don't know anything.. They don't know you and they don't deserve to know a fucking thing about your life.  They're just trying to get under neath your skin to piss you off, and you really shouldn't allow it to happen.. I'm sure it fuels them more when they realize that what they are saying is obviously getting to you...

Midajah.
Whatever. Are you ready to work out or what?

Steiner.
Sure am.. I'm ready to get to work on you too, if you know what I mean.

Midajah.
Hmm... Later babes... I really want to get a little exercise in before I head down to talk to one of these ingrate reporters, interviewers, whatever the fuck you call them.

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Steiner and Midajah get up and walk towards the back end of their locker room. They open a door, Scott Steiner holds it open for his lovely wife as the two walk through the door, obviously into a small room with some weights in it. A private weight room, only for Midajah. What treatment the returning star gets.. Scott Steiner walks into the back to grab on to a weight strap, and Midajah picks up a dumbell with about 30 pounds for each arm and begins to curl it.

Steiner.
Daj, I keep telling you, you need to use more weight if you want to get more built.

Midajah.
What the hell do you think I want to look like Joanie Laurer for? I don't want to be some fucking he-she.. It's bad enough I have to team up with her.. gah.

Steiner.
*laughs* Sorry.

Midajah.
*lets down the dumbells and starts jogging on a treadmill.* You better be.

Steiner.
Why's that?

Midajah.
I might just have to take you down.

Steiner.
*puts the strap down* Really now?

Midajah.
Really...

Steiner.
Well then...

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The cameras cut out.... as Midajah and Scott Steiner begin to kiss... Leaving the two alone in her locker room...

Scene #3...  Knock At The Door...
Shortly after Scott Steiner and Midajah's little love session, Midajah hears a knock at the door. She was reading the same magazine that Scott Steiner was, and she sets it down on the couch next to her. Scott's taking a quick shower, so Midajah gets up to answer the door. She tosses her sheer metal link shirt on, and walks towards the door. The knocking is heard again.

Midajah.
Alright, alright.. damn.

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Midajah opens the door, twisting the handle slowly, so that if the knocker is an enemy she'll be prepared... She sees a man standing there with a huge glass vase full of gorgeous red and white roses... Midajah's jaw drops... as she looks at the guy.

Guy.
Midajah?

Midajah.
Yeah...

Guy.
These flowers, they're for you.

Midajah.
Um.. I didn't order any flowers, and I'm pretty sure Scott didn't either.

Guy.
Well, I was told that these flowers were for you... The tag even says your name on it. I doubt anyone would make a joke out of it, you know how much these things cost don't you?

Midajah.
Mmhmm... Not like it puts a dent in my tab or anything. *grabs the vase* Well, okay... Whatever. Uh, yeah. *begins to shut the door as the guy pushes it back open*

Guy.
Hey, wait a minute.

Midajah.
*turns around* I really don't have the time...

Guy.
I didn't realize how gorgeous you were in person....

Midajah.
Well, duh.. Now you do. *rolls eyes* Alright, bye.

Guy.
Wait.. would you like to go out to dinner sometime.

Midajah.
*laughs* Look, my HUSBAND is in the shower... and you're not up to par to even go on a date with me... I mean look at you, scrubby jeans.... K-Mart special shoes.. and a fucking Metallica shirt? Rock on you fucking idiot. You know what, I know someone who you would fit perfectly with, and she needs a new man anyways.. Do you know who Lana Starr is?

Guy.
Of course!

Midajah.
Don't say it like she's fucking God or anything... Why don't you walk down to her locker room? You guys share shopping secrets.. the whole K-Mart special shoes and all...

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Midajah slams the door shut... She sets the vase on the table, and slowly opens up the bathroom door in her room, peaking in, seeing that Scott Steiner is still in the shower, she shuts it quietly. Walking back over to the vase, Midajah pulls the card out from the little plastic holder, and begins to read it to herself.

Midajah.
Dear Mindy, I had a great night with you last week. Hope we can do it again sometime soon.. Call my cell, baby... Love, Billy.

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Midajah quickly glances over at the door leading to the shower. She grabs the flowers out of the vase, and the card, and hurries out of the locker room. She quickly walks down the hall way, but she gets stopped by none other than Mene Gene Okurland... Midajah rolls her eyes...

MG.
Midajah.... do you mind if I get a few quick words in with you?

Daj.
UGH! Actually I do, can't you see I'm in a hurry here?

MG.
Who are the flowers from, if you don't mind me asking? A Survivor Series gift from Scott Steiner?

Daj.
Uhmm... Uhhh... Yeah, you can say that. Sure.

MG.
How sweet.... Did you hear what Lana Starr had to say about you?

Daj.
Unfortunately.. Look, I really don't have time to talk okay?

MG.
Okay... Uh.. I guess I'll get you later then.

Daj.
Hopefully not.

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Midajah keeps hurrying down the hall way, and looks at the locker room doors... A few of them don't have name tags on them yet, so she just opens up any one of them. Walking into the locker room, she tosses the flowers in the nearest garbage can....

Midajah.
I can't let Scott see these...

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Midajah then looks around for the card, realizing that she must have dropped it somewhere in the hall ways.... She gets frustrated and nearly pulls out her hair. Looking around at the stuff in the locker room, she doesn't recognize anything. So she runs out of the room, and walks down the hall way... as she prepares to head down to the ring.

Midajah.
Play my music, PLAY IT NOW!

Guy.
I can't... There's a match going on in the ring.

Midajah.
If you don't play it, I will! So I suggest you fucking hit my damn music, NOW!

Guy.
Okay, okay.. okay!!

Scene #4 ~ In The Ring Again.

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"Jealous Girls" by Khia hits the p.a. system as the girls wrestling the dark match in the ring look around confused. Midajah walks out from behind the entrance curtain, with a hatred look on her face.. She walks briskly down to the ring and slides under neath the bottom rope. She grabs a microphone and looks towards the ladies who are standing there, in awe, staring at the star.

Midajah.
Don't just stand there.. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY RING!... NOW!

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The girls jet out of the ring, scared shitless.. as Midajah looks out towards the crowd...

Midajah.
Alright, enough is enough! Survivor Series is inching closer and I just don't think I can wait any longer! I am about to burst! With anger, that is.. You know something... Lana.. You've really pissed me off. You talk about how I should respect you... who the hell respects a blonde barbie imposter? Certainly not me... In case YOU didn't know... I'm not asking, I'm DEMANDING for respect from you. And whether you like it or not, I WILL make you respect ME at Survivor Series.. I hope it comes down to you and I at Survivor Series, really, I do. Because I am ready to rip that blonde, brittle hair out of your empty head. I will beat your ass, pin you for the win, and make you lick my fucking boots... I'll treat you like the dirty little whore that you are, and that's a fact honey. But you know what.. I really didn't come out here to make "threats" as you call them, but remember this, I don't call them threats.. I refer to them as PROMISES. I PROMISE you that.... But back to what's important.. You say that I hit the bricks when I lose a match? Honey.. if you knew ANYTHING about the reason why I left.. I'm sure you'd eat your words back up.. because you'd feel like a fucking jackass. But you know what, right now, you people better feel lucky, because I'm going to share a little personal slice of my life with you people, although you nor Lana Starr deserve it, or the hoochies in the back.. but this is what's up. Let's let out the REAL reason why I left the XwwA just a half a year ago... It wasn't because I lost to Patti Pizazz, even though I put her over just because of the following reason... I couldn't wrestle any longer. Why, you ask? Because.. I was pregnant with Scott Steiner's baby! *fans ooh* It's true... I was about to be a mother, so I decided to take some time off from this business, obviously I'm not stupid enough to wrestle while carrying a baby. Now, I know you're thinking, it's only been six months, shouldn't I still be pregnant? Wrong.. I... well... I... *Midajah looks down, as a saddened look comes over her face.* I had a miscarriage! *Midajah pauses for a minute, as if she's about to break into tears, but manages to get herself together, the fans ooh again* So Lana, you have two choices... you can take back your words now, and minimize your ass beating, or you can be thick headed like I  know you are, and keep being a little prick.. But you will only get the worst beating of your life....

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Midajah notices the two jobber wrestlers trying to leave ringside, she points over at them, leaning over the top rope...

Midajah.
Hey...  you two right there.. *the girls look back* Come back down to this ring, RIGHT NOW! *the girls begin to walk back to the ring* You don't have to leave, I just put your match on a rain check. Stand here until I'm finished. NOW! ... Anyways.. back to what I was saying.  Lana, you think just because you wrote a book that you're some kind of a god now? Is that really what you think? Let me tell you something, honey... Your book SUCKS.... The only reason that your book sold what, 600,000 in one week was because you bought all the fucking copies so you can go sign them for some little eleven year old pubescent boy who would like you to sign it for him. Sure, a few people may find an autograph from you thrilling, but most of us.. well, no. I would wipe my ass with the page that you signed if I had it. Face it, your book would have flunctuated to the depths of hell if you didn't buy thousands of copies to save it. No one wants to read about your life... if they really wanted to, they could just read the back of a fucking Barbie box. Come on now, who are you trying to fool? I bet you've even fucked Ken in the ferrari too, huh? *laughs* Whatever bitch, you're not even important enough...I can't wait till tomorrow night... Not because I get to beat your ass.. but because I get to torment Major Gunns as well.... Tylene, word has it that you had some retarded little dream about Munchkin land or something? Yeah, I bet you're pretty embarassed about that too. I mean, even I was in your dream? *laugh* Maybe you shouldn't tell your  lackies such personal things.... So I'm the Wicked Witch of the West wasn't it? or East? I'm sorry I don't pay that much attention to you.. but you know what? Your dream was right.. in a way. Because I am a witch, matter of fact, I'm a bitch.. and the only thing different, is that tomorrow at Survivor Series, you won't be able to drop a house on me... you won't be able to kill me... Hell, I'll bring a fucking pin down to the ring with me and pop your fucking tit before you EVER beat me in the ring. Face it, you just don't have what it takes... I'd bury you alive, six feet under the ground before you EVER Beat me in the ring... And if you don't believe me, honey.. I'd talk to Stephanie X and request the fucking match to prove to you that you just can't beat me... And to anyone else that wants some of me in the ring, bring it on.. I'm not running... I'm right here, all you have to do is ask. Now, you two little pieces of shit get the fuck back in the ring, and start your stupid little match over.. I'm sure all these people were thrilled to see a fat pile of horse shit and another ghostly white Sunny wrestle, wouldn't you fucking ingrates like that? Yeah you would.. *boos* Ah, fuck off.

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The girls get back in the ring as Midajah heads backstage... as Jealous Girls by Khia hits the P.A. system again, and Midajah makes her way up the entrance ramp.. The bell sounds and the jobber match starts over, as Midajah is gone.