By: Miss Michelle

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 24th Sep 2021


Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and.. no wait a minute, that’s from that Vanessa Carlton song. 

Let’s try again..

The sounds of cars passing, horns honking and people chattering about fills the air as we fade into the always busy Times Square. A clear blue sky with the bright yellow sun shining above everyone. The weather outside was just beautiful for the end of September.

She walked along the sidewalk alone, enjoying the scenery while window shopping the small shops along the way. 

She had a lot on her mind and it was almost hard for her to function most of the time, but she was doing the best that she could. 

I mean, she has been through a lot these past few weeks. She went from being thirty-two weeks pregnant, planning baby showers and enjoying the third trimester to being shoved to the ground by a monster, who only cared about himself and getting to the beautiful Bronx Championship that was in her possession. To have her entire life flash before her eyes with the news that her placenta had detached from her uterus and her life as well as her unborn baby’s life were in danger. 

She managed to push through though, she’s a fighter and she managed to defy the odds – her and her baby. But now,  everything is different. Her and Brandon weren’t separated anymore,  in fact she had moved back in with him on Eulogeo and the two of them were actually pretty damn happy. They had their beautiful boy, and he was as close to perfect as anyone has ever been.

And you know, even though she had a rough spot, she couldn’t help but be just a little grateful. She was grateful that she wasn’t her niece, Allison. She couldn’t imagine being stuck in a loveless marriage – one based more on their sexual grievances than supporting each other. But then again, that’s always been Allison’s thing. She thinks she can run the world with what’s between her legs, but in reality, she’s barely just ‘good enough.’ Oh and not to mention that she smells like an old can of cat food, but that’s a different matter for a different profession. 

Allison has always had issues though, for as long as she can remember,  however everyone always chalked it up to her being rebellious and blaming the fact that she grew up in the spotlight  – as if that was some excuse to be a garbage person.  

Michelle sighed as she looked ahead.

“You know, I wasn’t sure how or when I was going to make my return back to the ring after delivering Ezra. I didn’t know if I wanted to wait for a special event and make this big grand return, I didn’t know if I wanted to come back at all if I’m being honest.  I mean, Poptart is doing a wonderful job, he’s gotten pretty damn good out there in the squared circle. 

I debated back and forth with myself on if I should step back or let him do his thing, make a name for himself as a competitor and the Bronx Champion, he does deserve it. He did in fact win the title as everyone has been more than thrilled to yell at me every single chance that they’ve been given. People act like I don’t know that he did me a favor, but being in my place and winning a championship for me when I couldn’t. 

The thing is, I know who put in the work. I watched him do it. I’m not taking anything away from him, I’m not disregarding him in any aspect. However, Poptart is not a contracted fighter in Fight. He is an interim for me. He only works here until I want to come back. 

And what better time to come back? I was going to wait for Ascension but when they said the match for this week’s Venom was with Allison and the stipulation being that if she won she would get a shot at my Bronx Championship, I knew now was as good of a time as ever. I would never pass up an opportunity to not only slap her around but to also take away her hopes of getting my championship. 

I’ve known Allison well her entire life. I watched as she grew up and became the spoiled rotten little bitch that she is. Growing up Riggs was literally the best thing that has ever happened to her. She went from being a beautiful, sweet little girl to an ugly teenager and with Daddy’s money, she was able to fix herself up again. 

And ever since she did – she’s got this complex. She walks around like she’s god’s gift to men and like her shit doesn’t stink, but like I said before, not only does her shit stink but she does as well. It doesn’t help that people like Joe Montuori walk around boosting her ego either.

I have news for you, my deranged and deluded niece. You ain’t shit. I mean, you are shit but you’re not this wonderful being that you want us all to believe you are.

I know how much you like to run your mouth in the back about how everyone wants to ruin your marriage and wants to fuck your husband but my question is, since when is Sahara everyone? And for the record, if it was that easy for her to fuck him – the marriage ain’t as solid as you want us to believe. 

Yeah, Joe faked some test results and emotions were running high, but to just run and jump in bed with other people really goes to show how immature and superficial your feelings are for each other. I know damn well if that happened with Brandon and I, he and I would have erupted in rage, yes, but we damn sure wouldn’t have ran and fucked someone else.

And before you can say anything, yes we have slept with other people but when we did it, we were separated.  We weren’t acting like hormone filled, horny teenagers. You could stand to learn from Uncle B and me, ya know?”

But seriously,  Allison.  We’ve had this dance before, we’ve walked this path many times.  We have similar wrestling styles but we are both very different in the ring. The most important thing though? I’m better than you.

At everything.

I’m better at life than you are. I’m not riding on the Riggs coattails. Unlike you, becoming Riggs didn’t make everything all better for me. In fact, the only good thing that ever came from being Riggs, was meeting Brandon. THAT is the only thing I will ever be grateful to your father for. “

She was so sick and tired of that entire family always coming at her, telling her how she should be honored to have that last name,  that she should be happy as most people would love to be a part of that family. 

If only people could understand where she was coming from for once. Imagine growing up as an only child with two loving parents, to having your whole world turned upside down and finding out that in fact you’ve got two brothers and your parents aren’t your parents but your grandparents. There’s a lot more to the story but in retrospect, that shit fucks you up. 

So no, she doesn’t want to have your shitty last name and no she doesn’t want to have anything to do with your fucked up version of a family. The entire Riggs family can kiss her ass.

Allison thinks this will be easy for her – she thinks that she will strut her pigeon toed ass down to the ring and make easy work and walk away with a shot at the championship. 

I don’t think so. I think Allison is going to get her ass kicked and go running back to her daddy-husband and cry about how Auntie Michelle is so mean and needs to be removed from the family tree, like she always does.

She talks a big game, but everyone in the back knows that Allison is a pushover. I mean, look at her. Living with the woman that fucked her husband. It couldn’t be me.

You don’t see Joe living with them – because Dane would never allow that. But Allison, she’s so afraid of being alone and so afraid that everyone wants her husband that she’d rather be a doormat and give him whatever his heart desires,  even if that means his mistress gets to live with them.

It must really suck to live such a shitty life.

I really hope she doesn’t think that I’m even a little bit afraid to step into the ring with her this week, because the only thing i’m afraid of is her coming out there unbathed as she frequently does and trying not to pass out from the smell of the fish factory between her legs. 

Defeating Allison will be easy-peasy.

She was snapped back to reality as she felt someone’s hand pressed against the small of her back. She turned her head to see that her husband had found his way back from talking to a contractor about some things he was having added to Eulogeo. She smiled at him as he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. She rested her head against his side as they slowly continued their walk towards the FIGHT tower.

“What’s on your mind, baby girl?” He asked.

“Just thinking about Ezra and how Paul better not have fucked up his first night alone with him.”

“Yeah. I was thinking that earlier, but P knows better than to fuck this up. He doesn’t wanna turn me back into the old me.”

She laughed. “You’re right, he does know better than to do that.”