Retrospect

[Kamden]

OOC: I guess you could call this character development, hope ya'll enjoy it.


**The following (uncensored) video is leaked footage, courtesy of bleacherreport.com

WWE Smackdown! Live Taping on Tuesday, June 4th 2013, Uniondale, NY

Commentator: And there it is, the devastating Faithbreaker! Oh my, this is just sad. Someone's career has been ended with that.

The crowd "oh'd" as a sharp thud was heard in the arena where WWE Diva Alicia Fox had been planted face and body first into the mat by a rebellious Michelle McCool.

She never stood a chance. The entire match Michelle seemed to have the upper hand, with the exception of one or two sneaky pins Alicia attempted to one-up her opponent; it was all in vain. Her body laid limp, dead center in the ring for the world to see, a symbolic trophy for the win. Michelle took her time rolling her over to her back before covering her shoulders, not bothering to hook her leg for the pin. She already knew she had this match in the bag, then and there. At that moment, Alicia's life was over.

Ding Ding. The bell rang.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL a member of the WWE Roster, Michelle McCool!

As she got to her knees Michelle put a hand into Alicia's face, pushing it harshly to the side and continued talking trash, just like she had been the entire match.

Michelle: That's right, who's the loser now, huh? WHO IS IT NOW?

She'd rose to her feet and chucked Alicia's dead arm out of the way as she walked to the ropes ahead, stopping for a moment to taunt the crowd. Their response was boisterous, full of boos and expletives. On the other hand, there was a chant started by a cluster of fans.

Hey heeey! Good bye. Na na na na...

Michelle turned around and made a snappy motion, demanding the ring announcer and ref go to the center of the ring. Both looked at each other before meeting Michelle there, where she stood at Alicia Fox's feet, the ref to her left and the ring announcer to her right. It was barely audible over the ruckus of the crowd, but you could read her lips loud and clear of the words coming out of her mouth.

Michelle: Raise the winner's hand, come on now!

A look of smug satisfaction masked her true motives, which were much more than winning some stupid match. The referee grabbed her left wrist and held it up in the air for her, but had a look of disapproval on his face. The crowd's reaction was mixed, but for the most part it was evenly matched: some nasty boos combating cheers of approval. Michelle reached over with her right hand and snatched the microphone out from the ring announcer's white-knuckled grasp, which caused her to scurry away nervously in fear. The diva then pulled her hand free from the referee's grip and took a step forward, towering over Alicia Fox, who was still in a daze on the mat. Some medical staff had clumsily presented themselves just outside the ring by then, but she gave them a sneer.

Michelle: Get out of here, I'm nowhere near finished! She barked.

The crowd noisily reacted again to her words, and she shook her head in annoyance, flipping her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.

Michelle: Shut up! You all are nothing bunch a bunch of brainless slobs, you have no idea what you're going for. Just like poor little Alicia...

She faked a tone of sorrow for Fox, and nudged her with her foot. Now she had pissed everyone off. The heat from the crowd continued to grow, and she egotistically fed off of it.

Michelle: It's especially you Yankee doodle, subway trash, sewer rat NEW YORKERS that act like this, too! Let me just give you a little "Southern Hospitality," ok?

She rolled her eyes and looked down to her fallen opponent as she used her foot to roll her over onto her stomach once more, before taking a seat upon her back like a cushion.

Michelle: Since this is all you're good for Alicia... You know, rolling over and being on your back, I should make good use of you. I mean, you don't have much use now, do you-- Considering you're a jobless hobo!

A cackle escaped as she laughed at her own, tasteless joke. It was like she had mentally broke. No one would want to set off the loose cannon that was Michelle. There she was, in the middle of the ring, sitting upon her make shift human throne in an imaginary spotlight. She was now facing the ramp and titantron, watching herself on its large screen. A conceited grin came across her face as she sighed with content.

Michelle: So now that I've won this ridiculous "Loser Leaves WWE Match," what's gonna happen next? Well, Alicia is obviously done for... But that's not the only thing that's done around here. I think I'm done, too. I'm tired of this disgusting, useless, destitute "company". Maybe I should start fresh somewhere else...

She looked around for a moment, pondering the idea.

Commentator: What in the world could she be talking about here? This doesn't seem like it's gonna end well...

Michelle: 'But why Michelle, why would you wanna leave the WWE?' she said in a whiney voice.

Her face forced an expression to match her words, then went back to its haughty form before she continued.

Michelle: First of all, those magazine models and little girls back there that wanna play professional wrestler can kiss my ass. And so can that leather-face Vince McMahon! Ya'll aren't a DAMN thing! I've been waiting for my big break and chance to be the face of women's sports and entertainment for waaaay too long, and WWE isn't giving me that. It never has and never will!

There was an awkward silence while she put her rant on hold. The entire arena was silent, yet so full of noise.

Michelle: ......I QUIT! Forget Vince McMahon, forget the divas, forget Smackdown, FORGET THE WWE!

She stood up as she became more animated, pacing the ring and making dramatic motions with her arms. The new found self-vindication caused her to go off, but she held no regrets... She really seemed crazy. But she wasn't. She was motivated, and had a purpose.

Michelle: Top that, Vince. Now you've lost two divas, in ONE night! Better do something to fix that, right? Maybe Stacy Keibler? God knows you've gotta keep her around so you can get some "backstage access." Or, wait, what about Rosa Mendes, or Tamina Snuka? They're. all. JOKES!! I hope I leave this division a disaster! It obviously won't take much since it's already run like a zoo. Hell, everyone in this arena could just take a cab to the one in Central Park if they wanted to see cows and sheep prance around like the sleaze rampant in this state! Get your shit together, Vince...

Commentator: Sorry for the harsh language folks, I don't think this was script--

Michelle: All of you swines better get out your smartphones, your cameras, your video tapes, WHATEVER you need to record this because this is THE last time you'll see me in a WWE ring, the last time I'll ever address a WWE crowd, the last time I'll EVER waste my breath on you sorry ass degenerates! Take a picture! It'll last longer! This is as close to greatness as you'll ever be! I am the reason this division is so great, I am---

Her passionate yet heated rave was interrupted by suspended chords of music blaring through the arena sound system.

"No Chance, that's what you've got."

Vince McMahon's theme played over Michelle McCool's monologue as he stepped out to the top of the ramp, his arms swinging in their usual exaggerated manner as he walked, his head on a swivel as he observed the crowd and nodded his head. He clapped his hands together while he waited for a mic, which was handed to him promptly, then started down the ramp towards the ring. He walked up the steps in a flashy but official manner before entering. He walked to the center of the ring, forcing Michelle to take a few paces back, then looked down at Alicia Fox's body with eyebrows raised before addressing the audience.

Vince McMahon: How are you all doing tonight?

The crowd cheered and he nodded his head in approval. Michelle stood with a hand on her hip and smirked. For a second she looked as if she were going to laugh right in the CEO's face. With her arms she made a grand, over dramatic motion to top off the moment. But it was too much.

Michelle: Well look who's he---

Vince McMahon: SHUT UP!

His voice roared viciously with a gruff, deep throated growl, and he swung around to face McCool, his face red with fury and a shaky finger pointed at her. It wasn't that he was old or off-balance. He was angry, seething, and livid; every description of mad you could think of, he was the epitome of it. The way his demeanor shifted so quickly scared some members of the crowd, causing them to jump. Even Michelle was startled, shaken up by his brutal interruption. But her surprise was short-lived as the expression she wore turned to one of disgust.

Vince McMahon: What do you think you're doing? You're out here disrespecting hardworking people! They didn't pay for this... This CRAP!

Another pop of approval.

Vince McMahon: You can insult me all you want, but it will be a cold day in hell before I let the likes of you run out the very people that power this company! There's an old saying, maybe you've heard of it: "You don't mess with mother nature, and you sure as hell don't mess with VINCENT. KENNEDY. MCMAHON!

He said all of this in his trademark prideful voice, but it was washed out by anger, and came out in a growl. Michelle was taken aback, ready to shoot another response to the Chairman.

Michelle: I DON'T---

Vince McMahon: SHYUUUUDUP!

Some spit flew out of his mouth and he shook violently as he said this, his face now purple and a vein throbbing on his temple.

Vince: Michelle McCool, the only song you're gonna be dancing to for the rest of your life is the blues, because, YOOOOOOOUUUU'RRRRE FFFFFIIIIIIRRRRRED!!!

He got in her face, looking her dead in the eyes, no signs of backing down. It didn't look like either one of them would turn away...

Michelle shook her head in disbelief, and the crowd made so much noise it was deafening and hard to hear what she was saying.

Michelle: You can't fire someone who already quit, you---

Vince: GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING!

He yelled loudly, from the very pits of his stomach. Pure hatred was broiling in the ring. Michelle let go of the mic as a static ridden thud was heard, and let out an exasperated "Ugh!" before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. She took her sweet time, making mocking faces at the booing fans. She had made it to the bottom of the ramp where she turned around and waved an ill-fated goodbye at Vince McMahon. He shook his head and wiped his mouth as burly security guards scooped up Michelle from behind when she wasn't looking, restraining her flailing arms and legs.

"Get off of me! Don't touch me! I'll sue!"

All she'd been saying couldn't be heard off camera and drowned away into the
cheers of delight of the highly energetic crowd.

The camera panned back to the still fuming McMahon, who had thrown the mic angrily on the ground and was already half way up the ramp, following behind the former WWE diva and his security team. Then the screen faded to black as the video ended.