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Jenny Myst · (11-18-2017)

The lights were strobe, there was a thump to the music. The base was so heavy it could rattle your bones, it could make your skin shake. The lights showed every imperfection, but the goal of the entire thing was to not have any.

Truth is, everyone did.

Blaze spun on the pole in a circle, her eyes distant as the music coursed through her like an all too familiar poison. She wasn't even focused, she was in any place by right here, right now. She was living any life but this one. Her mind was running a marathon, even though her eyes told a stagnant story. A sad one.

Jenny sat in the limo on the way back to her hotel from the arena. She was content with herself. Half way across the world, she made an impact and she defended the title that she was confident that she would never lose. She had a smile on her face, not just because of her successful defense but because she had made a new friend.

Blonde's do it better, right?

Miss Fortune had made the best move of her young career aligning with Jenny, and set herself up for the ultimate riches this game had to offer. It felt good to know that someone, although she didn't need it, was looking out for her.

It made her feel like she had a sense of security, like her life was finally starting to come together.

As she hit the bottom of the stage, her legs touched the cold stage and she spread them. She moved her torso around, wiggling the top of her body as her bottom sat still. The guys cheered, as they always do, but those sounds are distant. Every sound is distant. Her ears had nothing in them but a small whistle. She blocked it all out. She had to. This life would be way too monotonous if she didn't. She was sure she would kill someone. Sometimes---as she got hit with balled up ones from asshole dudes---she wondered how it would feel to kill someone. How it would feel to press the knife in, to feel the pressure then the pop. To feel the pulse stop and watch the last breath.

Working at a place like this can do that to someone.

Jenny's phone was blowing up. People were already telling her she had to check out TMZ and whatnot. Was she the masked figure who ran down Cadryn Tiberius on his celebration night? Was she the figure who had been messing with Finn Kuhn? According to TMZ she was. Again, though, according to them, pigs fly and aliens are in fact real---they have "proof". Everyone always has proof. Pssht. She was in the middle of answering a text message when she got the update that the Cadryn injury was "serious" on her phone, and that he may be forced to retire from his injuries.

She wondered sometimes what it would be like to be forced to retire....to be forced out of something you loved. That is always a risk in this business. That is always something that needs to be in the back of the mind.

She finished sending the message and a smile crossed her face as she felt a warmth come over her. No matter what happened on Savage, she was the champion. Win, loss, or draw, nobody could take her title, or her pride from her.

Blaze's set was almost done, and she wanted nothing more than to get off the stage. To get off this earth. How had she allowed herself to get to this point? She rubbed her body up against a guy who was sitting on the edge of the stage. He smelled like deer piss and sweat. He was breathing heavy. She rubbed against him and nibbled on his ear with a little blow. She was an object to him. And he was a wallet to her. "You're cute" she muttered in his ear with a breathless, soulless, expressionless murmur.

Jenny looked out the window and saw the condensation beginning to form. The humidity over here was brutal. She thought Florida was bad. Florida was nothing compared to this. The entire place smelled like rice patties and salt for some reason, also. These forgetten lands hold so many secrets and so many skeletons, and so far she was impressed with how friendly people were despite what America had done to them. She was well recieved.

But why wouldn't she be?

She was the Bombshell Champion, and a damn good one, too.

Blaze got off stage and walked into the bathroom. She didn't know if she wanted to scream, cry, laugh, do more coke, or slit her wrists. She sat on the toilet, locked the stall and buried her head in her hands. Her mind was spinning, her world was circling around her as fast or faster than she could process. The world was adapting and adjusting and she was stuck, here, in this club, coked out of her mind and rubbing her body under the lights for men who were either lonely and old or cheating on their wives. She had no future. She was going to die here.

Sooner than later.

She thought about the knife she kept in her bag for self defense. What if she did it, now, here, in the bathroom? What if she ended it all and the club had to pay for it?

Jenny didn't know what came over her, but she decided to text Blaze. She hadn't heard from the girl since she visited her in LA before the Pay Per View, and she was wondering how she was. The limo ride was always a while, through LA traffic, and she figured she had some time.

Text, never call. She knew better than to call a stripper on a Friday night. Prime time. Phones, no bueno.

As she typed the letters she began to feel like she did the first time. This girl was like her, she just needed some guidance. She could be on top of the world.

JMyst: Hayy girl! Just checking in on ya! Hit me back!

Blaze was reaching through her bag. She was gonna do this. She had to. What other choice did she have?

Just as her hand gripped the handle of the knife, she felt her phone vibrate.

Suddenly she came to. Jenny, the girl who used to be in her position, hadn't forgotten about her.

Sometimes the smallest things matter most.

Blaze smiled.

BLAZE: Hayy! Busy night. I don't wanna be here. I'll be in touch. Good luck tomorrow!

She locked her phone and put it back in her bag. Doing another line off the sink she sniffled a bit, and went back out on the floor. No matter how hard the struggle it, your effort defines your success.

If you give up before you have a chance to get ahead, what chance to do you really have?

Jenny smiled as the message from Blaze came through. The busy young stripper hadn't forgotten her. The girl who she had tried to save had remembered who she was, and that she had a match tomorrow night!

Sometimes it is the smallest things that count the most.

The limo pulled up to the hotel as she locked her phone with an exhale and a smile.

"They say never go full

, I guess Grande didn't get the memo. He seems to think that he can take the Calypso route and win the XWF community over with stupid humor and jokes that infants wouldn't laugh at. It worked for Austin Powers, it doesn't work for him. It is shallow, really. I am your mother? Jenny Moist? I mean, clever, cute, but stupid. Honestly it should be illegal to have this match---you have to give disclaimers before putting special people in matches. XWF is getting more and more handicapped accessible, and it is sad, quite frankly. The more I look at my opponents, I notice that the talent has been decreasing at an alarming rate. Like a rainforest rate. With Chris being abducted, that was the last straw. This roster is now officially dead, besides me, with Cadryn gone and Jim Caedus officially losing his way. I am the only one left worth a shit. Next week on Warfare, I am going to beat Engy, too, and I am going to be a double champion and there will be no doubt in ANYONE'S MIND that I am not just the alpha female but the best damn superstar in the entire company.

But Grande Ricardo, for real, you should feel blessed that Finn Kuhn is your partner. You should feel blessed that someone with at least a modicum of in ring talent is going to make you look just a little less embarrassing in the ring. At least you have someone who has been in the big moments and was close to achieving glory.

Close. Key word.

In reality you are both failures. Him in the ring, and you in life. But at least he shows some ability. I have seen midget mud wrestling with more grace than you display in the ring. You're a dark match wrestler who saw Calypso pin some wanna be black guy in the ring and suddenly you think "Hey, he beat Jenny, so can I!" You're delusional. You live in a fantasy world. You, the Universal Champion? Please, even that cauldren of mashed potatoe Robbie Bourbon is more suitable than you. You are so dumb you even dissed your own partner! That is why you will fail. What do I mean?

Grande Ricardo Said:Jesus, you make Finn look qualified to be in the ring.

That isn't the way to win over a teammate. Finn can't take ANOTHER person who doesn't like him. He has a lot on his mind right now! He has a mysterious woman set out to screw him over! He has lost every match of substance he has been in! He is the laughing stock of all of Germany already! Give the dude a break. It is MY job to make fun of him, not yours. Don't be surprised when he doesn't come to your aid now. You wanna know why Miss Fortune and I will make such a good team? Because we are on the same page. We have the same goal in mind. We are going to win because we trust each other. We are going to be huge, grande! You are going to barely even be a grande at Starbucks, which for some reason is small....

You get the point!

Fuck you!

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