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Girls Will be Girls; Sluts Will Be Sluts
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Jenny Myst Offline
The Queen of X-Treme



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Very random

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


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07-17-2020, 03:29 PM

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The Queen had landed in Tokyo.

The flight was alright. First class, a big seat, soft leather. Not super crowded as people aren't the most eager to fly right now, but the in flight meal left much to be desired. She slept for most of it. She was relaxed, but why wouldn't she be?

Jenny had the world in her palm. She was undefeated in 2020, had a hit talk show that has all the buzz around it right now, is the newest member of B.O.B and finally gets a shot to shut up a loud mouthed slut whose name is only known because she the Universal Champion's personal flashlight for a few weeks.

She smiled for the camera's as soon as she got off the plane, waving to the Japanese fans that mobbed Tokyo International Airport to see her exit her plane.

It did feel weird, though, travelling without Chris. He is coming to Tokyo separately, meeting up with Peter and Hanari to do whatever it they do. He texted her and said he would meet her at the hotel, but she wasn't holding her breath.

Baggage claim was mobbed as well, but Tokyo did a good job of keeping fans behind barricades so that she didn't have to fight her way through a crowd. Good job, Tokyo.

Wearing and expensive gold dress, she left the airport and headed to the pick up terminal. Shielding her eyes from the sun with her phone, she looked for the man standing there with her name on a sign.

She was the Queen, damnit, she should have better service than this.

After like 10 minutes of wheeling her bag behind her, she found the man in the suit that had the name on the sign.

JENNIFER SAMBUCA.

She wanted MYST or QUEEN, but the travel agency would only accept the name on her license.

Bastards.


"Bout time" she said, dropping her wheeled back, "took forever to find you."

"Ms. Sambuca" the man said, "my apologies. The lot was jammed up, there were a lot of cars."

Jenny didn't say anything, just popped open her hand held circular mirror to check what she looked like.

Perfection as usual.

The man in the suit put her bag in the truck, and opened the back door for her. The car was a red Toyota Avalon, grey leather interior. She wanted to believe that it was this guy's personal car. Maybe that's how they do it in Japan. She didn't want to believe that a booking agency would put her in some commoner car that didn't even have a sunroof.

She didn't make a big stunk about it, though, she just wanted to get to the hotel so she could relax, draw a nice bath, and get into her zen before torturing Atara at the Pay Per View.

As the car rolled through the bustling streets of the worlds most populated city, she looked out the window at the world around her. Who woulda thunk it? A girl from her background.....foster home, multiple adoptive families, sexual abuse at a young age, being sold to the mob to pay off gambling debts, becoming a stripper.......who woulda thunk that a girl like her would have become a QUEEN.

As she watched the storefronts that littered the front of the high rise condo's behind them, she began to think back to those days. How she always stayed true to herself. She was always goal-oriented, she always had self respect. She always knew how to work the system.

Customers would come in all the time, many of the high-rollers. They thought because of their status, their bank account, their reputation, that this little blonde vixen would spread her legs for them without even asking. It made her chuckle a bit to herself as she remembered how hard they tried. The more she shut them down, the harder they'd try. Some of the girls at the club, hell they'd do it without batting an eye. They'd do it without getting paid, do it just to say they did it. For some girls it was the thrill of it.

Jenny always knew how to bring these men to the edge, get them to spend all the money in their wallets, but never leave with them. For some men it was the thrill of the chase, others, well, they just wanted from free nookie. It depends what kind of girl you are, she guessed.

Some can't get enough attention, some get too much. Some let it go to their head, others let it break their heart. She smiled to herself through the tinted glass window, knowing that she was always the one breaking the hearts, and keeping her virtues intact.

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The car rolled to a stop outside of the Ritz-Carlton Tokyo. She almost felt embarrassed getting out of THIS car in front of THIS hotel, but there was nothing she could do now.

The man opened the back door for her, and she stepped out into the bustling world around her. She grabbed her wheel bag and bowed at the man.

Isn't that what you're supposed to do?

He bowed back but still stood there.


"Ugh" she rolled her eyes and dug through her purse. She pulled out two quarters and put them into his gloved hand.

*50 cents American is equal to 50 Japanese Yen. So she basically handed 50 dollars in his own money for a 20 minute cab ride. Fuck off with your judgments*

She walked up to the door and a bell man opened it for her. The interior of the hotel made her gasp. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

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She felt right at home here. Everything was clean, and expensive. She could only imagine what the room looked like.

As she wheeled her bag up to the front desk, she slid her sunglasses up to the crown of her head. Pulling out her passport and her travel itinerary, she handed it to the smiling man behind the desk.


"Ahh yes, Ms. Sambuca. We have been expecting you. The Millenia Suit I see, very nice. I'll have the bellhop see you to your room. There is a happy hour at the bar tonight, best views in Tokyo. We hope you enjoy your stay."

Jenny nodded at the man, smiling. She handed her bag to the bellhop and they made their way to the elevator. Truthfully, all she wanted to do was get in the tub. It had been a long flight and she just wanted to crack open a bottle of wine and take a bath.

Is that too much to ask?

When she got to her room, she was blow away as well.


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She thought to herself that she could only imagine what the tub, and the bathroom in general, looked like.

She bowed to this man as well, and handed him a dollar this time. He was beyond grateful
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"Everything here is so cheap, I love it. Fucking' America........"

She sat down on the bed and unzipped her bag.



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She sat in the lavish tub, overlooking downtown Tokyo. She brought the wine glass to her lips, elegantly. She swallowed as she pulled the lip stick stained glass away with a smile.

She needed this.

Setting the glass down with an audible ting, she laid her head back and let the warm water over take her. She sighed a happy sigh.

She had made this life all her herself, she had earned it. She had done everything she had done in life for herself, not for others, and this is what she had to show for it. Where were those other girls who fucked every customer with a $100 dollar bill? Where were those other girls who gave blow jobs under the bar for a Xanax tab and a bus fare. Where were those girls who escorted for wealthy politicians with hopes (and promises) that they would land that job in the office to get them out of that life?

Probably in the basement with Atara, she thought to herself, wondering which Japanese version of Motel 6 her opponent was staying in.

Probably there, with her, at the bottom.

In second place.


Girls Will Be Girls; Sluts Will be Sluts


#WINNING
#JOIN B.O.B


"There is only room for one dominant female here in the XWF. Our personalities are too big to coexist, so one of us needs to be knocked down a peg. One of us needs to realize our place, and understand that she will never, ever be not just in the spotlight, but BE the spotlight. That one of us, if you, Atara.

You've hated me since the moment I returned. You've been jealous of me since the minute my music hit because it meant that you no longer mattered. I have the history here as being the number one female on this roster, and I have beaten EVERYBODY down who has tried to challenge that. There hasn't been a single bitch yet who has shut me up, shut me down, or made me quit. You aren't going to be any different.

You see, Atara, you're in this for the attention, not for the ultimate goal. I am in this to be successful, to hold titles, to make a name. You're in this to grunge walk to the ring while men ogle you, but you really have no skill outside of being a slut. That isn't attractive, flattering, or practical. This is a wrestling company, not a Girls Gone Wild audition tape. I am the type who tells myself that "I am not like other girls", and then I go out there and prove it. You're the type that thinks to yourself “I am not like the other girls” while you suck on another guys dick who gives you even the slightest modicum of attention. There's a difference, sweetness. How many roster members have you run through now?

But its fine....really.....its fine. I told myself I wasn't going to get too worked up. I told myself that you simply weren't worth the rise in blood pressure. I get it, Atara, I do. It must suck having peaked in the eighth grade. Your empty smile fails to hide all of the disappointment you have been through. I hate to be a buzzkill, but I am about to add another disappointment to the list. As if your hair, your makeup, your ring attire, your nails and overall image wasn't enough of a disappointment. I mean come on, Atara. You look like what the poster girls would look like if GTA was coming out of the shittiest part of Lithuania. If you wanna be a boss....a QUEEN....you really need to step your game up. You need to walk the walk and talk the talk. You need to look the part. Right now, you look like the kind of girl to give a guy head in a Chili's bathroom for two shots of Jager.

We are not the same.

When I thew you off the apron and through that table, that was a message. I didn't have to get involved outside of commentary. But you pushed me. Remember Savage? Remember the things you said? And then.....even when I was willing to let all that go......you slapped me on Warfare. Atara I know you haven't seen much from me inside the ring, but I am a ruthless bitch who will do anything it takes to prove a point. That is why this match is set up the way it is.

Standard Match, one fall to start. You can't beat me inside that ring on a fundamental level, and the first fall will prove that. I used to just be a valet, I used to just be eye candy. But i adapted, I overcame, and I trained my perfect little ass off. I did this to become the longest reigning Bombshell Champ in history. I am also currently the True Champion for RLF, and if that company ever gets their shit together and re-opens their doors, I'll be there to defend it. The difference is, you're STILL just eye candy. You don't have the in ring ability to hang, and we're gonna see that right from the opening bell.

Second fall, bra and panties. This one is really just for ratings. I mean, who wouldn't want to see us in bra's and panties? It's a pretty natural attire for you, anyway. But there is more to it. Because the third fall is an I Quit. What more of a humiliating way to quit, to submit, to give in to tap out.....to say you quit, than to be in your most intimate garments. You're used to saying the safe word into the fabric of a pillow, but this time I will have a microphone right in your face.......I will make you submit to me and tell the entire world that Jenny Myst made you quit.

I know what I am doing, I made this match for a reason.

Now I know your attack strategy. I know you're going to mention my match, the same type of match, with Roxy Cotton back in the day. We all know who won that one. Roxy is a sadistic little twat, and she got one up on me. But I left a lasting impression on her, as well. Plus, I am not the same person I was back then. But what did I do? I rose from it. I went out on the next Warfare, in another brutal falls count anywhere match, and I beat Madison Dyson. You know, the current March Madness winner? I have beaten every woman on this roster at one point or another, and they all have been better than you. Every single one of them.

Everything about you is gross, Atara. Even your tongue looks dirty. People believe we evolved from monkey's hundreds of thousands of years ago. Atara looks like she evolved from a rat 12 weeks ago.

Have I broken your ego, your self esteem yet? I mean it was already a 6 out of 10 anyway. To get you to quit, I have to break you down to your very core. I have to make you feel as worthless as you make yourself look every time you open your mouth. Some people say I am the best in the business at that. Some say I am too much. Fine. Let them talk. All I know is this......

Leap of Faith I am walking into the House of Themis and burning down. On the ashes and over the wreckage I will build my newest castle because there can only be one queen.

Bow to me.


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LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

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 3x
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FORMER, 1x AND LONGEST REIGNING (101 Days)
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FOREVER AND ALWAYS
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2x
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2x XWF Bombshell Champion
3x XWF X-Treme Champion
3x XWF Television Champion
X- Title Briefcase Holder
War Games Captain 
Sex, Metal, Barbie, CHAOS
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