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Club. Part 2/ Dear Diary: Michelle's Nightmare
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Jenny Myst Offline
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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


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10-13-2017, 08:24 PM

The air was cool in Vancouver. You could tell it was fall here. There were no seasons in Vegas, just hot all the damn time. The coldest Jenny could remember was one night when it got into the 60’s. People lost their minds. They thought the world was coming to an end, that there was going to another Ice Age. Republicans blamed Democrats, Democrats blamed Republicans.

People are really fucking stupid.

The next day the sun came up and it was 100 degrees again. Jenny never understood that, these doomsday prepper people. Every few months they will bet their life the world will end…...what happened when it didn’t? These people must have really shitty lives. Jenny couldn’t understand looking at the world as if it was always going to end. She liked to see the positive, see the bright lights, but only if said lights were pink.

The leather cushion of the chair on her porch felt cool against her bare leg. She had been sitting in just a bra and panties, with a silk robe over her, for much of the previous night and current day. Getting into this outfit Saturday Night means she would lose the match and Miss Michelle would continue to make a mockery of the division with her fake good girl persona and over the top optimism. Not to mention the title she stole from the original thief.

The mountains looked beautiful from here, but they were nothing compared to the Sierra Nevada’s back home. Nothing about this socialist cess pool was as nice as back home. She was kind of disappointed that she would have to win her title here…...but hey! When she injured Miss Michelle after stripping her down, at least she’d get a free hospital visit!

She had come so far. Months ago, she wondered if this wrestling business was for her. She doubted herself after a few losses and began to consider just valeting for Chris again. She had sighed, and cried, and wondered if it were all a mistake. Now, she sat here in as little clothes as possible, and felt more confident than ever. She felt like she could beat anyone thrown in her direction, if given a fair chance.

Something Miss Michelle had said to her was really sticking and resonating. Something that was supposed to be a dig, a shot, at her and her small but impressive list of accomplishments to date, was actually making her feel so much better about tomorrow night.
. “Odds are always stacked against champions Jenny because after all, that’s what being a champion is.” Miss Michelle couldn't be more spot on about this, only she wasn't talking about herself. Time and time and time again Jenny had the decked stacked against her. Match after match with crazy stipulations or multiple opponents. Never just a one on one. Never just a “got get ‘em, girl!” So, surely someone must think of her as championship material, no? Miss Michelle had an easy ride so far. That little beating she took from Mercy, that was the only bit of adversity she’s seen since she popped up and challenged Jenny a few weeks back. She called her out like she wanted an old fashion scrap, then did everything she could to avoid her. Who has acted more like a champion? Who is looked at more like a champion? "Everybody wants a piece of them. The champion is the headliner and I’m the headliner of the bombshell’s division. You talk about how everybody wants a piece of you? How we all hate you? Despise you? Since when Jenny?" Ummm…..since ever. How could this twat sit there and say that? How could she ask why Jenny thought everyone hate her, then later on in her promo state that because of Jenny’s attitude, nobody likes her. God, people are dumb.

Fucking stupid.

But you can’t save them all. Not everyone is going to be a rocket scientist. Oh well. Miss Michelle would be bumped to the bottom soon enough. Jenny would ascend to the top of this division where she belongs, being the longest tenured female currently on this roster.

As the breeze began to pick up a little, she wondered if the girl from last night took her up on the offer. If Blaze was going to come to Vancouver and let Jenny show her how a girl as perfect as she is can live whatever life she chooses. How a girl so broken can be patched together.

Show her how to smile.


It’s scary what a smile can hide.

Her phone began to vibrate on the table next to her, sending ripples through her champagne and causing her strawberry to bump into the sides like a boat in a dock during a storm.

Who could this possibly be?

She didn’t recognize the number, but it was a 775 number. Nevada, but not Vegas.
“Mmmm….hello?” she answered the phone sensually.

On the other side, however, was static. It sounded like a females voice, but on one of those old time telephones.
“Uhhhh…..hello?”

Nothing. The line went dead. Weird.

Hey, it was Friday the 13th, she would expect some weird shit to happen today. Not surprising to her at all.

She set the phone down and shook her head. Touching the spot just below her belly button, she envisioned sitting on her own porch with the purple and white title around her waist. The title that Miss Michelle didn’t deserve.

Just then, she was spooked a little by her phone vibrating again. This time her champagne almost slid off the round glass table. 775 number again. This time, she scoffed a bit as she hit the button to send it to voicemail. She was not a fan of wasting time.

Almost jumping out of her chair, her entire body lurched as she heard a knock on her door. It was a soft rap, but the room and the landscape was completely silent otherwise.
“Jesus”, she said under her breath. Getting up, and pulling her robe over herself a little and tying it in the middle, she walked to the door, and peered through the hole. Nobody was there.

“What the fuck…..I swear to god I am going to light somebody up…..” she turned around to grab the phone to report a prank to the front desk when the rapping on the door happened again.

Shooting over to the door with speed and agility she ripped it open---as fast as you can for those slow, heavy hotel doors---
”what?!…..oh”

Standing in front of her, with a loose fitting tee and a pair of leggings was Blaze. She had made the trip after all.

Jenny smiled and gave the girl a big hug. The embrace was passionate, but there was nothing to her. She had to be 100 pounds, soaken wet. Hell, she sort of made Jenny feel fat.

“Giiiirrlll! You made it!” Jenny said, “come on in! Sit down!”

The girl nervously made her way into the room. She set her bag on the bed. “I am probably in a lot of trouble. Tonight is a big money night.”

Jenny smiled, unclasping her robe. “Girl….after tonight, you won’t need to go back to that god forsaken place. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

The girl pulled her phone out of her bag. “Oh yeah? What exactly do you do, anyway?”

The girl was typing something on her phone, to someone, with a fever pitch. Boyfriend, boss, baby daddy, all three?

“That is the beautiful thing. I do whatever I want, and I look good doing it!”

The girl snorted a little.

“But for real…..I am a professional wrestler now. Shockingly enough.”

The girl put the phone down. “Uhhh….for real? You dragged me up here to take me to a wrestling show?”

Jenny took the girls phone from her. She set it on the table and poured a glass of champagne for her. “Oh, trust me sweetness, it is much, much more than that…..” She hands the glass to the girl.

“Let me guess, it is in some gymnasium somewhere? Gonna throw some bodies around…...”

The girls lack of faith was highly disturbing to Jenny.

“No…...it is not that at all…...here, come sit on the porch with me.”

The girl walked slowly, still not fully comfortable with her surroundings in a totally different country with a girl she met the night before. She didn’t trust anyone, didn’t know the intentions. Nobody has ever helped her out before in her entire life, all they have ever done is hurt her.

Pulling up a chair she sat down. She shot Jenny a look, wondering why she was dressed so scantily clad on such a chilly night.


“You see those mountains…...” Jenny asked the girl, who nodded. “What if I told you that you could stand at the top and look down. What if I told you that those mountains are just another bump in the road, and there is so many higher summits out there to reach?”

The girl looked at Jenny like she had two heads. “I’d call you bat shit crazy.”

“Ahh yes…….just like I would have when I was where you are. I saw no hope for myself either. I was down and out, about as down and out as one could be. I used to cut myself, because it would feel better than going through every day the way it was. I used to think that nobody wanted me for anything other than sex. Anything but my body.”

The girl nodded, taking a sip of the beverage Jenny gave her. She seemed to relate.

“I brought it on myself, I used my body to get what I wanted. In a way, I still do. This match is not just a wrestling match, it is a match where bodies will be used for sexual excitement…..right up our alley.”

The girl took a sip, looking at Jenny inquisitively.

“What do you mean up our alley? I don’t know the first thing about wrestling. Hell, I don’t even like fighting.”

Jenny smiled at the girl. “Oh sweetness, it isn’t about fighting at all. It is about pride, don’t you see that? The girl I am facing is a stuck up snob who thinks she is better than me because she hasn’t grown up like me. She thinks she is better than me because of her assumed status. She feels like I don’t deserve to be the figurehead of the women’s division because of my past…..don’t ya just hate when bitches assume stuff about us?”

The girl nodded, sheepishly.

“You don’t say much, do you?”

“What is there to say?”

“Ask Miss Michelle, she sure has a lot to say.”

“I don’t even know who that is!”

Jenny picks her phone up, unlocks it and pulls up what appears to be a photo.

“Her.”

The girls eyes lit up and she almost choked on her champagne as she began to laugh.

“My god, how old is she?!”

“That’s what I asked!”

The girl smiled at Jenny.

Jenny smiled back.

“So, you have to beat her up?”

“No, I have to strip her down to her bra and panties. The first girl to be stripped to her bra and panties loses the match.”

The girl shook her head.

“That should win the match!”

“That’s what I said! Who would want to see that gross body!”

They both giggled. Girl time.

“But really, though. She is the champion. It is a belt I believe one hundred and ten percent was designed to fit around this size 1 waist. I wanted you to come up here because I see a lot of me in you. Truly. And I wanted to show you that it is possible to rise up to a bully, to overcome adversity, and for girls like us to go somewhere in our life. Girls like us can be something. By the end of tomorrow night, a deadbeat stripper from Vegas will be……...champion.”

The two girls toasted, and Blaze smiled…..a real smile…..for the first time since Jenny has known her.

It’s scary what a smile can hide.

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Dear Diary: Today has been an interesting day to say the least. I have been challenged, mentally, emotionally...everything. I have met a new friend, but really, I found myself. I have been tested since the day I decided to be a wrestler. Michelle may be the best competition I have ever faced. She may be the top female talent ever to come through here. I want to be that. I want to be revered. I want to be looked at as the top of the top, the best of the best.

I know I can.

It is funny, really, to look back at my recent past and think to myself that I once thought I couldn't do this. That I wasn't cut out for this. Sometimes, what makes it hardest is the losses. What makes it hardest is costing Chris what I cost him. I was on top of the world. Then the bottom fell out. A champion rises up, though.....a champion shows grit through the tough times. I have picked myself up time ad time again. A true underdog story. But this isn't just about me. Sure, I like the fame, I have become accostomed to the good life, but I never let myself forget where I came from. I have that edge to me, and frankly, it keeps me alive. It keeps me kicking. I have had to fight for respect my entire life, so why not fight for it now? if I folded and accepted Michelle as the champion, then I would be untrue to my roots.

My roots.

I have spilled a lot of mascera tears over my roots. I have battled internally with myself. I go in and out from being Jenny Myst to Jennifer Sambuca. I don't always know who I am but I always know what I stand for. I will always know what made me. Girls like Blaze.....they mean something to me. Girls who have been kicked while they were down mean something to me. That is why this match has become so big to me, why it means so much. I am not winning it for myself, I am winning it for them. I am winning it for all my little Bombshells as I wrote before.

But I do have doubts. Who wouldn't? I am only human, after all. I worry that I will fuck it up and that I will make one big mistake. I'll never say it, but I would be a robot not to feel it. I am no robot. No fembot. I am human like everyone else.

Imagine if I did win it?

Imagine if I did upset the "great" Miss Michelle? Hell, the internet would probably break. I said since day one that everyone here was going to remember my name. I said since day one that girls were going to look up to me, respect me, and look at me like an idol. Girls everywhere. Big, small, skinny or fat. I am doing it for the girls. Michelle doesn't care about them, she only cares about building her brand. She only cares about herself and her loser husband.

I am a girl of the people.

Michelle has nightmares about girls like me. I am wearing new ring gear, my best bra and panties, just in case, and eye shadow to match the title belt I am about to take.

I found the cutest eyeshadow at sephora! And I saw a squrriell on the way back from brunch today. He was so huggable!

I just wanted to squeeze him!

But anyways. Back on track. I am doing this for the girls. Girls, Girls, Girls.

I will write another entry.....but for now, I am too busy trying not to cry. From excitement. From passion. From overwhelming sadness of a life many didn't want to happen. From being predicted to be the first to die in my HS yearbook. A true come from behind story. I miss Chris, I do. I hate sleeping alone.

Maybe after I hoist that belt, he will want me again.



One can only hope right?


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MICHELLE'S NIGHTMARE:

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"Really Michelle? A house show? You wasted these poor people's time with an in ring promo at a house show? How generic, and boring. Not only that, but you said the same teleprompter good-girl crap you always say. The fact that you brought up Chris's comments shows that not only are you shallow and bland, but you don't listen too well either. Need I say it again? Okay, I will. Listen close, I know that is not your strong suit. "I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-Chris-says-because-we-are-broken-up". Why do you try to hit me with that? It doesn't matter to me, and it never will. Try again, sister. I don't care if I am top fifty, top 100, top 200 or at the bottom of the list. Lists are just lists, numbers are just numbers. I will have the championship around my waist, and that is all that matters. Paul Heyman is gone, the controlling lists that everyone cared so much about are over. No matter what happens, I am going to stand tall and proud. There will be no running from me, win or lose. This is going to be a hell of a match, and it is a bit of a shame I don't have the pleasure of covering you for the decisive 1-2-3, but such is life. There is no fake anything with me. I am more focused than I have ever been in my life. More confident, too. That spells bad news for you, missy. You are going to be exposed as the fake bitch that you are. You made it clear when you came out and said clearly how nervous you are about Madison. And you should be. Madison is on my side, even though she doesn't admit it and won't admit it. She wants to see me hold this title, otherwise she would make it known she doesn't. I would have been the one left bloody and beaten if she didn't. I would have been the one at Mercy's Mercy, pun intended. How do you plan to phase me out of the division with Madison and Mercy gunning for you? How do you plan to do anything unless they allow you to? You don't have a game plan, you don't have an end game. It is all hot air. Do you finally feel the pressure getting to you? That whole champions odds thing, the whole deck stacking thing, do you feel it? Do you feel the sweat beginning to form on that gross body of yours?

Good.

Welcome to my world. Now you know the pressure I have felt to keep this division afloat for as long as I did. Now you know how the chips have fallen against me time and time again. I hope you enjoy it, Michelle. I hope you soak in your final moments as champion. I embrace the pressure. This is nothing new to me. I felt this before and I will feel it again. Especially as the NEW Bombshell champion. I am ready to take on anything that comes my way.

I feel like I can take on the world right now. You are just a mere stepping stone. We are reversing roles, in a way. I find it so funny. So humerous. You claim I attack all of your words. That I hang on every little sentence and every piece of puncuation like a Jim Caedus promo......yet you quote Abigail and Chris word for word FOUR times? Who is worried about who now? You have to hang on the word they said like they are your own. You think people haven't dissed me before? You think my other opponents haven't made points against me? Why don't you focus on your own insults and stop quoting other people. You are so desperate to win this match you are starting to forget your own bullshit. You are beining to fade, your lights are starting to dim. You didn't even pick my best quotes either. I just find it humerous that you accuse me of doing the shame shit you just did. Face it, Michelle, you blew it. Nobody takes you seriously anymore. You wasted over a half hour of air time talking about nothing, trying to belittle me and bring me down, and in the end what did you accomplish? Not a goddamn thing. You are so pathetic it is just funny at this point.

I hope the old Becky is watching. The old Becky who made my and other girls like mine lives hell. I hope Becky is watching with a sense of jealousy that she couldn't bring me down. She couldn't and neither will you. I called you Becky because you are just like her. You called me Kandi because you WANT me to be like her. You WANT me to be out of this business, so YOU don't have any competition. You made me into something I am not, and I simply called you the closest thing to yourself. So go ahead......rewrite history. Rewrite it with "the greatest female wrestler of all time" as a transitional champion that kept the belt warm for the real legend. I may not have been shit until now, but every blind squirrel eventually finds that nut don't they?

Kiss that title. Hug it. Keep it warm. Because it is coming home with me.


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