Peggy Christian vs. Sweet Misty

~^~ Pearl Harbor... Peggy Christian, lost in the emotions of the moment leaves
Misty sprawled out on the mat after a wicked clothesline.   The two were
stablemates, teammates...  hidden rivals for the attentions of another. Misty�s
screams echoed throughout the arena as the confusion masked the deeds.  Moments
later Peggy would take the  chance at the Celestial Title away from Sweet Misty,
tossing her from the ring with an angered and jealous glare. Tightly curled into
a ball, Misty held her pain-racked body and silently the seeds of hate were
planted...

Last week she lashed out and with the aid of the Marquise, a week later Misty
is out to exact her Sweet Revenge....~^~

        I have to admit this new attitude from Misty took me off guard last week.  She
was always the nicest person on the circuit.  I�d always liked the good girls. 
I couldn�t help it.  Maybe it was something my mother instilled in me at a
younger age.  Their attitudes and smiles, to me... there was just nothing that
could beat it.  They�ve been a dying breed of sorts, Jenny turning into a
blatant cheater, Americana so entranced with her ego, and the Body Shop leaning
more and more into their marketing.  I had so thought Misty was different...

        The fourth round... what could be said?  Yvette had thrown her belt like scraps
to the dogs, laughing inanely while they fought for her castoffs.  What did she
have to prove, I ask?   Surely she could have handed it to some chosen one?  To
a friend?   Instead she made her own rules and watched like a sadistic games
master while ripples surrounded her career and friendships.   Her newest
prodigy...

        Months ago, I remember... when the halls weren�t so full and the names barely
drew interest,  Misty failed to show in a match against Princess Peggy. 
Princess Peggy...  I couldn�t help but laugh the first few times I had seen her. 
She should have been cleaning the ring or serving drinks or something like that! 
Instead, there she was in the middle of the ring fulfilling a dream while we
laughed.   I wonder if I would have so much confidence.  I doubt it...

        So here it was, time again after months for these women to fight...  it�s just
not the same.  Some would call this a rematch.  I�d say it�s another matter. 
Another chapter...

        When I heard the opening sounds of �Break the World Down�; I slipped from my
seat to peek above the other heads in the crowd.  There she was,  �Sweet�
Misty...  maybe I should call her �Sour� Misty now.   She didn�t wave, she
didn�t smile...  her eyes just remained intently on the ring while her lips
curled into some evil scowl.   I resisted my urges to jeer her with the rest of
the crowd... I guess somewhere I still have hope.

        Black leather... bright red top, she was nothing similar to the symbol of
innocence that she was weeks ago.  As much as I despised the thoughts of Sherry
Ann and the Shop using her, I�m not sure her situation has improved.   Slowly
she slid into the ring and looked around, almost encouraging the loud round of
hatred to be poured unto her.

        Then came the Tom Jones Ballad �She�s a Lady� creeping along the airwaves and
drawing a smile, even if edged, from the lips of Misty.  The lights flickered
along the aisle way and sparkles danced along the Angeltron... nothing.  No
Peggy.  We waited, watched...  we looked around, to each other, to Misty...  the
look in her eyes let us know that she had nothing to do with it.

        Things come and go in a full circle... Peggy had shunned this match and her
first chance in the Television Title Tournament.  I shook my head slowly as the
music stopped and the announcer raised Misty�s hand.   She would move on without
ever throwing a punch.

        I wouldn�t say she was pleased with the results, not this Misty.  Cold and
bloodthirsty, she pushed the referee over the top rope and laughed when he hit. 
Someone had to feel her pain, her wrath... her anger...

Winner, (no decision)... progressing in the tournament, Sweet Misty