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A Conversation With The Champion
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Jenny Myst Offline
The Queen of X-Treme



XWF FanBase:
Very random

(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


#1
11-03-2017, 07:06 PM

You'd be shocked to know what goes through a girls mind. They are much more complicated than you think. Even the toughest, "hardest", and "bitchiest" chick you can think of, they have a soft side. They have feelings and emotions. Most of those feelings, however, stem from a deep underlying self confidence issue. Most girls are going to hate their look, but they would never say it. Most girls will stand in front of the mirror for upwards of an hour and tell themselves how ugly they are, but you even encounter them in public, they will come off like they are the hottest thing since sliced bread.

Or fake tits.

Or edible g-strings.

Or nipple pasties.

You know, that stuff guys like.

Girls do a lot of thinking. A lot of reflecting. Girls have to go through several stages in a day. They have their ups and downs, but most of their issues can be solved with a king sized bag of peanut M&M's.

No lie. That's a real female fact, google confirmed.

Girls are interesting cretures. They will never let you know how they are feeling. They intenalize everything. They battle with themselves because of that. When a girl is finally ready to tell you how she really feels, she has had at least 100 internal battles about the same topic inside her own head. When you hear the story, she knows every in and out of what she wants to say, ever nook and crannie.

And you still don't get the entire thing.

Jenny was no different. She was human, after all. She had a tough exterior, but when she was alone she thought bout things, too. She pondered, wondered, cried, laughed to her self, drowned in a sea of red wine and chocolate. Girl stuff.

But one thing a girl does, is she always cleans herself up. She always finds a way to rise above, and get stronger. Women endure so much. Periods, childbirth, an entire jungle of emotions.

Yet they all seem to get stronger from it.

Why is that?




The limo rolled up to Dolce and Gabanna on Rodeo Drive. It rolled slowly to a stop, as the white pearlesent paint shimmered in the Los Angeles sunshine. It was over 90 degrees in November, due to the recent fires in the state, and the entire state had gotten much warmer. She liked it, she felt more at home with these temperatures.

The limo driver, Ron, she guessed, was tipped extra to sit there and wait. She didn't want to get out right yet. She wanted people to wonder who it was at 1 PM in the afternoon, in a full stretch limo, on the busiest street in Beverly Hills. She wanted people to wonder just how important the person inside was.

She looked at her reflection through the tinted window, and for the first time in a long time, she liked what she saw. She knew who she was, and she thought D.A's shallow words were laughable, at best. Is that his best attempt? And then he APOLOGIZED after. What kind of bad ass thug apologizes after he shit talks?

What was this company deteriorating into?

She found herself amused, to say the least, by the people walking by the limo. People who were so liberal, who hated being judged, but loved judging. People who held signs for LGBT rights, but thought men were pigs. People who hated abortion just because they were told they couldn't have one. People who rally and protest bout transgenders not being allowed in the military, but not actually enlisting themselves. People who would hate Jenny for everything she represented, but had some dark secrets themselves that they tried to desperately to hide.

NOBODY is perfect, but Jenny is the cloest thing to it. Why? Because she knows she is broken. You can't be perfect until you accept the fact you are broken. You can't assume perfection unless you have felt at one point anything but.

She felt a grin come over her face as she watched these California tree-huggers saunter by in their plaid shirts and strapped sandles. She watched as these people walked by as if nothing was wrong with them. D.A James came to her mind. He was like these people......self-entitled without ever proving to himself why he shouldn't be. Denial is the first stage....you know the phrase....

Men like D.A James are the worst kind. They want to look at Jenny as something they believe she is.....but refuse to accept what they are. Refuse to accept that there is a pecking order not just in this business but in life. Sometimes people bypass the fact that they are actually below someone in both categories.

Jenny had to be honest with herself, though, she had slept on James. She thought he was going to be one of these no-show newbies who doesn't say a word all week. She had guessed wrong and she paid for it. D.A came out with a semi-solid first promo, and actually said a lot of horrible things.

Little did he know, she loved the horrible things.

The harsher the better. She got off on it.

Just as she began to replay in her head all of the harsh things that D.A said about her, she realized....he didn't actually say anything at all. All he did was talk about how the black community needs another crutch to lean on in this fight for civil rights that barely is a fight at all. Black people need something to feel like the victim about so they take a simple phrase such as "the inmates run the assylum"....a phrase that is timeless and has been said millions of times by millions of people for hundreds of years.........and all they heard was "inmates". Now the owner of a proud frachise is back on his heels and he has every black person in the nation labeling him.

Boo hoo.

Then what did he do? He had a conversation with known woman abuser Joe Mixon. Mixon isn't being protested against or hated on and he damn near killed a girl with his fist. Nobody seems to care because Mixon is a black male.

You really want to talk about oppression? Try being a woman.

How about Ray Rice? He knocked his girlfriend out in an elevator and she married him two weeks later. His career ended. Mixon is the starting Running Back for the Bengals. Do you see a double standard here? Unless it helps them in their cause, they don't care about it.

Does anyone even remember that women's march? Jenny wasn't for it, she thought it encouraged victimization and weakness, but hey, it was something. It came and went.......old news. An owner of a team says ONE thing and he is a national paraiah.

You want to be oppressed, be a woman in America. Get out of here with the black shit. Try again, buddy.

So besides the political diatribe James made the XWF fanbase sit through, he really said nothing at all. One crack at Chaos looking like a school shooter. Funny, sort of, but not harsh.

So in a way..........what did he really say?

Nothing.

Jenny saw all of these fake people walking by her outside the limo. The driver asked her if she wanted to get out. She told him not yet.


She was enjoying being out of the limelight for a few minutes. She enjoyed making people wonder who was inside. Which celebrity was she?

She didn't like being referred to as a celebrity. She wasn't. Celebrities were shallow people who needed approval to validate themselves as famous. She was a QUEEN. She was on the top level whether they liked it or not. That is a winning mentality. She didn't make false claims, she didn't sugarcoat, and she sure as shit didn't apologize.

She was who she was. James was about to find out exactly how much of a "bitch" she really was. Shifting her position on the comfortable leather of the limo bench seat, she pressed the button to bring the drivers little window down.


"You probably see a lot of people in your line of work, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Too many, it feels like."

"Ever feel like some are better than others?"

He looked at her with a squinted look. "Better as people or better to deal with?"

"Both."

"At this point, everyone blends together. Right now, though, I am beginning to think you are different."

Jenny smiled. "I am different."

"Sometimes different is good."

"It's always good. And I am going to show the world tomorrow night just how different I am..............and in this world we live in, they have to accept it.....or they are a bigot."

"You don't have a dick, do you?"

She laughed at this.

"No.....but I am going to make James suck mine.......just like his people do in prison."


"Harsh."

"I never said I was a good person. Just....different."

Just then her phone rang. She smiled and looked at it.

CHRIS CHAOS.

Da fuck?

She picked it up quick.....................but there was only static on the line.

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