][ MiSS?MiCHELLE ][ “The greatest gift ?”

By: Miss Michelle

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 16th Jul 2021


Scene fades into a dark room. Hot pink carpet adorned the floor and most everything else in the room, it literally looked like the inside of a pepto bismol bottle in this room, seriously wtf?

Anyways, a barbie dream house and all the accessories a 5 year old could want were in the corner of this room. The walls are covered in baby Beiber and NSYNC posters. Gross.

A tiny, twin sized bed sat in the opposite corner of the room. Covered with Peppa Pig bedding and Mickey Mouse stuffed animals. 

Someone is sleeping in the bed and its not quite clear who or how as you can hear the faint sound of what seems to be loud music playing from the other room. 

Suddenly she jerks in her sleep and immediately comes up into a seated position on the bed. Her hair a tangled mess and her titty damn near hanging out the side of the tank top she was wearing. She flinched and brought her hands up to her head, holding it for a brief moment before looking around the room, a look of confusion on her face. 

She moved to the edge of the bed and swung her legs down, planting her feet on the floor before standing up and pulling her shorts out of her ass as she did. She reached out for the light switch, but before she could reach it, she grabbed her stomach and covered her mouth while running from the room.

A few moments later, she came walking out of a bathroom, wiping her mouth with her hands and then wiping her hands down her side before mumbling to herself.

“I have got to stop drinking so much..”

She had been partying a lot, but since her separation from Brandon she had been hanging around with Paul Montuori and he still thinks he’s 18..

She sighed and took off down the hall, she went back to the room she was in but shook her head and walked away from the room and down a long hallway.

Stopping at a door, she reaches out and grabs the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open.  This room is as dark as the other, however this one is not pink. Hardwood floor, white walls and a king sized bed in the center of the room with mirrors on the ceiling.. wow.

She walked into the room and looked at the bed. It was occupied but there was room for her. She climbed up over the foot board and made herself comfortable in this bed. Just as she was about to doze off, she felt someone grab hold of her and try to pull her over. She screamed and shoved the person back, so hard that they fell out of the bed and hit the hardwood floor with a smack!


He yelled out as he reached up and flipped the lightswitch, lighting up the room. She was now in a seated position in the center of the bed.

“What the fuck is right! Why are you trying to cuddle with me, you freak?” She said back.

P.Mont looked at her and shook his head. 

“I thought you were Alexis!” He paused for a moment. “Wait, why are YOU in MY bed?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You might have well put me on a prison cot.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maddie doesn’t seem to mind it.”

“And where is she? Oh right. She’s sleeping on the weird ass waterbed you have in the guest room. That bedroom is gross and the bed is tiny.”

“You bitch when I put you on the floor, you bitch when I put you in a perfectly good bed. There is no pleasing you, no wonder B up and hauled ass.” He said as he threw his hands in the air.

“Oh,  go fuck yourself Paul. It is the only thing in life you’re really good at.” 

“You’re just mad because I only fuck with big booty bitches and you’re a member of the pancake ass club.”

She gasped, shocked he would say that. She does not have a pancake ass, but he’s right – there is no way you could set a cup on her booty.

“Just turn off the light and go away. You’re making me nauseous and giving me a headache.”

“Aye, you know the best cure for a hangover right?”

She glared at him. “..what?”

He tossed a small shot bottle of Patron onto the bed in front of her. “Take another shot.”

“I’m not even sure I’m hungover.. I think it’s from the fight.”

“Take the shot anyway.” 

She opened the bottle, looking at P. “I hope you know, I hate you.” She took the shot and threw the bottle at him.

“I love you too.” He said as he flipped the light off and walked out of the room. She shook her head and flopped back onto the bed. 

“Man, she is really going to learn a lot from me.” He said with a smile on his face and an arrogant look on his face. “She is such a mess, what would she do without me?”

A little while later in the day. 

Michelle is shown sitting with her hands resting against her head and her eyes closed in the living room of the small apartment provided by FiGHT in the tower. 

She sighs and leans back against the black leather sofa she was sitting on.

“P must be putting drugs or poison in my drinks,  I have never felt like this after drinking before. I am going to fuck him up I swear.”

She said before grabbing her cell phone and sending a text. 

“I hope he knows I’m serious, too. Lemme tell him I’m serious.. ” she laughed to herself a little before sending another text. 

After she sent the last text, she also threw in the middle finger emoji to really set it in. She smiled as she set the phone down and got comfy on the couch.

“I bet you guys are wondering what I’ve been doing since the last time you saw me. I mean, of course you are. You’re all dying to know, I can’t tell! Everyone always wants to know what the baddest bitch in this industry is doing and why wouldn’t they? I’m the fucking Queen and this entire place is my Kingdom. So, have a little seat and try not to hurt yourselves while I clue you in on what the Queen has been doing. 

I’ve actually been sitting here on my sexy ass trying to figure out where to start. My life is so messed up right now, I can’t even think straight these days. I’m seriously so clueless,  we’ll just have to fucking deal with it.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. 

Blood Money was something else. It was brutal, it was bloody, it was violent  – it was nothing short of incredible.  I can honestly say that I have never been a part of anything anywhere near that level of mayhem or intensity in my entire career. But let me tell you,  your girl loved every single second of it.

I didn’t even know that my body could endure that kind of punishment. However, I did know that I was capable of doing the things that I did. 

People keep asking me if I feel bad for knocking Allison out with that bat but what you’re all forgetting is that she hit me with it first! True, not as hard but she started it. She always starts it with me. I don’t know what her problem is.

Oh that’s right,  she’s taking cheap shots for her bitch ass father. Just like Damon sending Daddys little girl after me. Can’t do it yourself, big bro?

I actually did enjoy myself – in some weird way. That is until a familiar smell filled the room. I had heard about this but hadn’t experienced it first hand.

 Fun-yuns and bologna. 

I didn’t believe Vhodka when she said that’s what she smelled like, but ill be damned it was true. I know what you’re thinking – what’s wrong with those things? Well to be fair, have you ever smelled an old bologna sandwich? Smells kind of like a man’s sweaty, unwashed penis after he’s worked out in the gym all day. Not pleasant.

So who was the smell coming from? Druscilla Whites ugly ass sister, Valkyrie, that’s who. And do you know that goat faced bitch actually had the nerve to say she was a better representation of a female fighter than me? She must be high.

Or maybe just fucking stupid. 

Maybe in some alternative universe where pigs fly and unintelligent dwarves rule the land – but even then, it wouldn’t be here who is better at anything than I. She might have gotten lucky and knocked me out of the Blood Money match, but I promise, it will be a completely different outcome when I get my hands on her in a one on one match when I haven’t been fighting for my life for over an hour.”

She smirked and brought her cup of iced coffee up and took a drink from the straw. She took a deep breath, another sip from the straw before returning it to the table in front of her. As she sat the cup down, her phone chimed and she picked it up to check the message.

It’s from FiGHT, informing her that she is booked on the first Venom show against Ophelia Pain. She smirked, setting the phone back down onto the table, next to her coffee.

“Ophelia Pain, huh? This will be the first time for her and I.” She said to herself, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.  “And being the first time, I can only imagine the things she will have to say about me. She will probably say that I am a whore, that I slept my way to the top, that being married to Brandon or related to Damon is the only reason I am even still anything in this business. 

Same shit every other bitch says when they find their names opposite mine.

She will say that I am not on her level, that I am nothing in comparison to her. She will be right. I am not on her level – I am above her. I am nothing in comparison to her – I am better than her. Anything she can do, I promise I can do better.

She will brag about her position in the makeup industry. Can I just ask, for someone who claims to be a makeup mogul, why does she look like a clown? I can’t take serious makeup advice from someone who looks like she belongs in Twisted Sister.

Don’t even get me started on her ‘best friend.’ What even is that? I’ve seen homeless people who look better than that.” 

She wet her lips with her tongue,  half smiling at what she had just said before continuing on.

“What has Ophelia done to even warrant being opposite me in the ring? Let’s see.. hm..” she shrugs her shoulders. “Nope. Can’t think of anything.”

She is caught off guard by the sound of the doorbell in this place. It shrieked and scared her just a bit. She really couldn’t wait for construction to begin on her home in Central Park.

She stood up from the couch and made her way towards the door. She grabs the doorknob and twists it, pulling it open and looks out to see a man standing there with a Manila envelope in his hands.

“Can I help you?” She said.

“You Michelle Moore?” He asked.

“Last time I checked that was my name..”

“Here. No need to be a smart ass.” He said as he handed her the envelope.

She took the envelope and looked back at him. 

“What is this? Who is it from?” 

“Just the messenger here.. sign here please.”

She reached out and took the pen from him, signing the paper on the clipboard.

“I swear to God,  these better not be divorce papers.” She said as she walked back inside the apartment,  closing the door behind her.

She locked the deadbolt as well as the doorknob before heading towards the kitchen. She began opening the envelope while she walked. As she entered the kitchen and flipped the light on, she leaned forward onto the counter as she pulled two pieces of paper from the envelope.

She read the envelope on top, which seemed to be a copy of the physical she had done before the Blood Money event. She read through it, and stopped. 


She said to herself as she looked at the numbers of the bloodwork they had done. She shook her head in disbelief before setting the paper down and reading the other page. 

“Dear Michelle,

I wanted to be the first person to congratulate you – not only on how well you did in your first showing here at FiGHT,  but also on the new journey you are about to take. 

I know you’re probably wondering why I didn’t let you know sooner or why I didn’t pull you from the event, but hey.. business is business.

Warmest Regards,



She said, tossing the letter in the trash. Xavier is such a fucking prick! How dare he think this would be funny?

She shakes her head, storming out of the kitchen as the cameras zoom into the lab results and the scene fades out.