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Jenny Myst · (08-24-2017)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

She smiled to herself as she hit the heavy bag. She wasn't quite sure why she was smiling, but something about this felt right.

She was sweating, and her makeup was beginning to smudge. Wearing makeup while working out? Of course. When you're perfect, you do what you want. Just because Kim Anderson's dyke ass doesn't wear makeup doesn't mean Jenny will stop. She wanted to feel good, while looking good.

But she couldn't help feeling as though this was all unraveling. When she was with Chris, she was on top of the world--as was he. The two of them had taken the company by storm, had caused chaos together, and were the most talked about couple on the television airwaves.

Eat your heart out Kim and Kanye.

But she just wanted to go a little further, do a little more. She had gotten too ahead of herself. She was't used to that level of success in her life, and she had let it get to her head. She had cost Chris two important matches, the King of the Ring final and the Tag Team Tournament final, when she was only trying to help.

Now he won't return her calls or her texts. Emails. Facebook requests, nothing. Just silence from his end.

Her fist made contact with the heavy bag again. Jab, jab, left, right. She ducked, she weaved, she fired off another. Just as she got her final punches in, she dropped down and began her push up regimen.

Her arms were tired, but she didn't care, she needed to work them. She needed to pain before she ever felt pleasure. Pain was weakness leaving the body, that is what Chris always told her.

"You call those push-ups? You bring that weak ass effort to the ring, Kim Anderson is going beat you."

Bruce.

It was her last resort. She damn near stalked Chris's old trainer and mentor in order to get in the shape he was in to win what she wanted to win here. And get, maybe, a little closer to him in the process.

......maybe.

Her arms were shaking as she finished the last one, before collapsing the floor for a brief moment. A single tear ran out of her eye, but it was just from pushing herself so hard.

"Get up.....take a 5 minute break, get some water, then we work on the core."

She too up. Her arms felt numb. They would be fine by Saturday Night, but right now they felt as if they were puddy.

She needed to use the bathroom before round two. She took her phone out of the locker, hoping maybe there would be a text from him.

None.

Walking over to the mirror, she sighed. She felt empty, lost and alone. But also, she felt free, re-branded, even reborn. Maybe what happened was best for her development as a fighter. She was determined to be more than just a pretty face here. If she was content with that, she never would have changed her apperance and would have continued to look like escort from the Vegas Strip. She would have kept the tits, for sure.

Taking a sweaty selfie for the 'gram she looked at it. Through all of this, she was still smiling.

It is scary what a smile can hide.

Perhaps distance makes the heart grow fonder. Perhaps it just isn't Chris. Perhaps it is her current distance from the Bombshell Title that makes her long for it even more. Jenny refused to be a cliche. She was already blonde and pretty, she refused to be "out of sight, out of mind." She was going to turn a lot of heads and make a lot of noise.

She was going to get back to where she was--or at least get to where she thought she was--even if it killed her.

Part of her, somewhere, kind of hoped it did.

Posting her REBORN selfie to her Instagram, she walked out of the bathroom, where Bruce was waiting.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

As she pushed herself harder on the machine than she ever had before, she kept a smile on her face. She kept a smile that would have to be pried off with a crowbar.

Because it is scary what a smile can hide.

To Be Continued

The Diva Of The Damned

"So I didn't get the job done, plain and simple. Even with Madison as the referee---Ezariaha's incompetence in the ring ultimately cost me. Now, I am sitting here in a position I am not accustomed to being in. Many new women have come to the forefront, and the division is getting larger and larger by the day. I planned on coming into Savage as the Queen of all of them, with the Bombshell Title around my perfect waist. Now, I sit here not only not as the champion but bumped back to the bottom of the women's ranks. Now I am reduced to facing bottom of the barell scum like Kim Anderson. The swill at the bottom of the keg. Ugh. Kim Anderson sure has a lot to say, though.

Bitch, I am going to rip every strand of your greasy hair out. I am not even sure Kim Anderson belongs in the women's division---I think she may have gotten her hands on some Brucette Blingsteen transition medication. I'm pretty sure I saw an Adams Apple in there somewhere.

I don't know.

All I do know is Kim Anderson looks like she took a bath and lost weight. Bitch is straight grimy.

Looking around, I see there are a lot of new women here--most within the last few days. The landscape is totally changed from what it was just a week ago. A week ago, in my eyes, I was a shoe in for this title until Ezariaha had to suck just enough to blow it. I put Abigail through hell. I obviously didn't do enough. The little bitch is more resilient than I gave her credit for. I won't make that mistake the next time.

I gave her too much leeway and she took advantage. She can take a beating with the best of them--but I think I have proven that so can I. If there is any solace in what happened in London it is the fact that I never lost. Ezariaha lost, but I was not pinned. Why? Because Abigail can't beat me straight up, and she knows it. She was a vulcher, picking at the scraps that Madison and I created, not doing any of the work herself. I dominated that match, and there isn't a damn thing anyone can say about that. It is on tape. You want to tell me another chick had that good of a performance in a loss? Ask Kim Anderson if she feels that way. I've seen nursing home fights with more finesse than Kim Anderson's offensive style. For real, YouTube it. Nursing home fights, funny shit. And STILL better than Kim Anderson. I am putting the XWF on notice here officially, if I get another chance at Abigail, one on one, I WILL beat her and I will take what I STILL feel is rightfully mine.

But for now, I just need to focus on training and getting better. I am going to run through Kim Anderson this week--light work--and then I will set my sights on the next rung of the ladder. Rose, Rhiannon, The Sugay Sluts, Shelby Cobra's truck stop hooker ass, Kennedy Robinson. You name them, I will mow them down. This was a humbling experience in London, but it is an experience I NEVER want to feel again.

So I am going to stop relying on my looks to get me by.I am going to stop relying on my name. I don't have Chris to watch by back anymore, so it looks like a bitch has to do this herself.

.........And it all starts this week. Kim Anderson is just victim number one in the rebirth of Jenny Myst. Kim Anderson has no idea what she is in for come Savage. Kim, how do your ribs feel, sugar? If you proved anything at King of the Ring, you proved you can take a spear. Chris damn near broke you in half, there is no way you are 100 percent for this match. The most impressive thing you did that entire match is jump on Holliday's back like a backpack. Real good display of offense there. If I wasn't mistake, I'd say you might be the most dangerous woman on this roster.

*rolls eyes*

Puhh leeze.

I am going to prove to you who the most dangerous woman on this roster is, and quite frankly I don't give a fuck who believes me or not.......

Be prepared, Kimberly, because this blonde bombshell is fixing to make an example of the entire women's divison through you, and send you back to Candada with yoour tail....cough....between your legs.....

Now if you'd excuse me, I need to get back to the workout.

Reborn, Rebranded, Ready

PERFECTION

9-6-0

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