Outside to the world, she could see she now invoked power, grace, and finally confidence. When faced with a challenge she meets it head-on not backing down. From curtain jerker to top-tier talent her process is the same. Analyze, dissect, and destroy. Sure Jenny was a stumbling block, she always has been. That's why she was where she was now, the Queen of Ashes in the formidable group known as the Left Hand. All is right with the world. Her fierce anger that previously had no direction, is now a focused and deadly weapon. Her anger is now honed like a sharp knife with a razor's edge. It started out as a destroyed locker room but under Baphomet's tutelage, she has become a machine, well oiled working in tandem with her new family.

That was the outside, on the inside, however, there was a very different story going on. There were still two sides at war. The previous wandering, rudderless city girl Southie was at war with this new knife-edge persona. The Southie would stand up for herself telling the Queen that the light should mix with the dark. Sometimes a velvet glove will do better than an iron fist. Sometimes, a wink and a smile can disarm someone as easily as the biggest kick or hardest slap. Just because the Queen outwardly shows all the trappings of the dark and hate, doesn't mean that some of that isn't within the old Ash herself. Maybe the Southie just needed focus, not a whole reboot.

Each side always had the time to speak. Ash would go and tell the Queen that it was probably best she stay in the ring because God forbid she burn down a Starbucks if they forget her foam or milk one time. The Queen would always have a witty comeback that Ash needed to learn sometimes the world needed burning so it could be cleansed. It could go on and on like this all day. Just when Ash thought it had finally calmed down between the two sides of her crazy mind, she would be knocked into the world of the Walker.

The Walker was the Queen that would come as a waking dream. She had walked through a barren fire and ash-covered land coming across strange creatures from all over that particular land. The Walker then came across a wolf who helped her regain her focus to step in the ring with a fierce partner. The world of the Walker always loomed deep in the back of her mind because it could surface at any time.

The split had begun to manifest itself in ways that were definitely unexpected. Ash would look in the mirror and what would be looking back was nowhere near what she expected. The eyes and face were hers but they radiated a sense of dark focus, unlike anything she had ever seen. It was then her smile would fade and she would break down, shaking, wondering to herself if the loss of the girl was worth the gain of the woman.

Before joining the Left Hand she was the butt of jokes because no matter what she could not win!! No matter what she did short of murdering her opponent she could not string any wins together. The voices of the idiots were still in her head and they drove her every day. Now she hears different comments, comments about the group itself. Many are crazy and easily swept away. Many, however, sting almost as much as the old OWEN jokes used to. The Baphomet tells them to disregard the morons and keep moving. Even though yes she is a new person, some of the comments do find a chink in her armor. She bites her tongue so as not to begin yet another war of words, but if she was given a mic for just five minutes no one would ever call her a cry baby loser again. If the Queen had taught her anything it was that fire must be met with an equal or larger blaze. Her struggle remains hers alone. Every day she will try that much harder to make these two distinct women function as one.

Ok there 25 cent, it's like this and once again I'm gonna speak slowly because ever since your momma quit letting you wear your helmet you have been a little off. I need no one to tell anyone to take a fall in any match I'm in. I think the heavy breathing call you got was probably from your pimp because his bottom bitch ain't producing like he used to. Baphomet is a part of the group yes. He is our go-to mouthpiece yes. Do I need him to make calls like a mob bookie to people like you, hell no. I fight my own battles and I am more than willing to fight your sorry ass. You aren't mid-card, you aren't an opener, I don't think you are even the dude that cleans up TK's stank jock after the match. Though if you are you need to do a better job because that whole left-hand hallway smells like something crawled up some other thing's ass and they both died.

There won't be any cake or any of that granny panty coke out there when we meet up but plenty of tables! Big tables, small tables, maybe even buffet tables!! The point being I am gonna plant your Payless knock-off wearing ass through one or maybe two of those beautiful things with a gigantic smile on my face and a song in my heart. I don't know if you've noticed lately but I like to set things on fire. People, belts, hands. All kinds of crazy stuff. I can easily set a table on fire, grab on to your neck and flip you right through one of those beautiful burning things and watch the flames dance around you as the guys from the back rush to put you out.

Unlike you, I won't go back and forth like a mental patient on whether or not I will slap you like your mom should have while you were growing up. I know damn well come Saturday your body in one or multiple ways will meet wood then concrete as I hand you your ass and escort you from the building and send you on your merry fucking way where you can do an 8 ball of Tommy's ass and give him that handy he has been begging me for.

So my friend throw on your best chains, buy a better belt, I sure as hell don't need to see that shit-stained underwear, and meet me in that ring. This time bring some ribs or something I mean if I have fire-spewing stuff ringside I might as well use it right? Ribs no cake.

Once again to summarize. You Tommy and your pimp BAD. I did hear he uses his left hand to smack you though so there's a plus. Me and the LH are GOOD!!
I think I'm gonna let you step away now I think I saw your pimp's Caddy roll around the corner. Here's a twenty for your time. Let me help you adjust those titties and fix your wig. You look great!! Daddy is gonna love his bottom bitch tonight!!

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