"She got her ass whooped."


Riley began to laugh as Jill shot a glare at her. Monica just placed her hands on her hips and shook her head slowly.


"I told her to stop eating all of those damn cookies. They got you good too!"


"Bruh, those niggas done fucked her up. First she got her hair cut by Wacko & Co. and now she got her lip busted open like a fucking tomato! Damn Jill, and I thought you said you were gonna beat everyone on the roster. You hyped yourself up just a bit too much, eh?"


Alexandria, Jill's younger sister, said as she laughed with Riley as well.


Jill just simply frowned as she averted her gaze from everyone. It was already bad enough that she missed out on the title shots, so for her friends to heckle and belittle her like that wasn't making the situation for her any better. Okay, so there was a lack of effort on her part. Jill will admit that... unlike certain wrestlers in the federation that will act as if everything was hanky-panky and they're still some kind of informidable force that needs to be reckon with. Jill is not one to fabricate herself and proclaim herself as the greatest of all time when credit isn't due. She's honest about her flaws and screw ups. No point in trying to make yourself seem all high and mighty when you can't walk the walk and talk the talk. Arrogance and ignorance is truly a bliss in the XWF.


"You lost to Pest. PEST. That dildo crown wearing nigga. Yo, anyone that loses to him need to go fucking jump off a bridge because that's just damn embarrassing. Shit Jill, you done fucked up this time around."


"Wow, thanks for those loving words of encouragement! Seriously, you guys are the best friends EVER."


Obviously it wouldn't take any with an IQ of 210 to figure out that Jill was being sarcastic, as evident by the sudden monotone voice and the rolling of the eyes. Her friends, being the imbecilic nuisances that they were, just simply laughed. This of course further pushed Jill's buttons, but Lorder kept her cool and drew her attention over to the television to watch the local news. At least this will take her mind off of her friends and distract her.


"Bumboclaat, can uno stop harass the poor gal? A wah di rassclaat duh all of ya?"


Cheryl, Jill's aunt, came down the stairs and yelled at the girls that were heckling Jill. Lorder smiled, relieved that she had some kind of backup the help her with this humiliating verbal onslaught. The girls finally stopped and instead huddled around one another and began to converse to each other with hush voices. Cheryl quirked an eyebrow but latter shrugged and went back upstairs. Apparently the ladies were forming some kind of plan, Jill presumed, so she paid little attention to them. Besides, she wasn't even able to make out most of their words since they were speaking in secrecy.


However, Jill would be in a world of surprise the next day.