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Jenny Myst · (06-30-2017)

The ride home was an interesting one.

Jenny had set up a webcam on the window like a GPS. Chris commented about her and that damn camera.

She was intently looking at her phone, however, with her pink earbuds in as he put the Jeep into gear. She was sipping an energy drink. One of her pre-TV title endorsement deals.

"You know, babe," she said taking a sip of her water bottle and wating Neville's newest promo "Victory" on her phone, "I thought British people were supposed to be smart. I guess I was incorrect, there. I guess that is why Brexit happened."

Chris looked over at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, here, I'll play it for you."

She rewinds back to a spot there Neville was spewing more of his hot garbage.

Monty Python Said:"You need to once in awhile go, ‘Uh, I’m kind of an asshole.” If I can teach you anything Jenny, it’s this. You have a lot of self-love, you seem to think you’re the sexiest woman on the planet. You’re not. The biggest hole in your game though, is that you have absolutely no self-awareness."

"I mean, haven't I spent about three promo's now telling the world just how self aware I really am?! I mean, come on. I'm an asshole, I KNOW! But, Neville, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here because of the culture difference, but it is called bitch here. I am a bitch. And I know I am a bitch. I am proud to be a bitch. I know most of the girls over there look like they fell face first into a Halloween shop with those teeth, but being a bitch here is a good thing. Think about going to a bar. Look at a hot girl.....chances are the hottest one is a total bitch. Very rarely are girls as hot as me 'nice.' So you aren't telling me anything I don't know. Good try though, I commend you for thinking you made an earth shattering discovery."

Chris laughs to himself.

"You know, you used to be nice. But you really are a bitch now.....the last few weeks, goddamn."

She looks at him and tilts an eye brow.

"........and I fucking love it."

She smiles.

"You're damn right you do."

She rolls down the window.

"Neville, I have never been more self aware in my life. And you better hope I wake up for my alarm, buddy. Because I am the wildcard here. Jack Cain is a monster, I will admit, but he is a monster I have the number for. Without me to even things out, he is going to rip you limb from limb. If I were you, I would just let me win this this match then challenge me for the TV title on Savage next week. Hell, I'll be double booked, you'll have the advantage, right? That is about the ONLY chance you have to even sniff this title like a glass of good scotch."

She puts her arm out the window and lets the breeze hit her.

"You didn't have much to say to me in your promo other than that dumb shit, but focused your attack on Jack. Well, I think I have said about all there is to say about Jack. But you, Neville, I have neglected you like a child in the hood. So let me get a few more licks in before I call this a week and prepare my victory speech."

She pulls the dash visor down, fixes her hair and makes sure her makeup is good, then closes it. She clears her throat.

"Neville........you're the new guy here. I understand I am still a 'rookie' in the ring, but I have been managing the most chaotic and influential figure on this roster for almost a full pregnancy........"

"Bad choice of words."

"He knows what I meant, 9 months....."

"Use a different metaphor."

"Anyway. Ive seen him do it all. I have seen him in high profile matches. I have seen what he has had to do to make his name around here and I know what it takes, I just haven't had a chance to do it for myself yet. I know that you need to have that signature win to propel you forward and earn you respect. For Chris, it was Doctor D'Ville. But I am not on Chris's level yet, so....I'll make you a deal. Look at it as a consolation prize for not winning the belt. You and Jack, you can both be my Docs! This will be my signature win, and it will propel me up the charts to be the star I dream about being when I lay my head down on my designer pillow every night!"

"Neville, you said Jack likes being the little guy. Do you even listen to yourself when you speak? This dude puffs his chest out like a Girls Gone Wild video every chance he gets and looks like Andre the Giant and Brittney Griner had a baby. Both in size, and looks. Nothing about him is little. If that was a shot at his testicular fortitude, maybe you should write your insults down and practice them in the mirror first because that one was bloody bad! Jack Cain tried to be Neville Sinclair? Psssht. You both wish you could be Jenny Myst! But if Jack tried to be anything.......why would he choose you? Why would he choose a whiny prick who is faker than my tits used to be? All Jack did was show you that quoting literature isn't hard. Hell, I did it. It is a pretty common practice these days. Stop thinking your dick is bigger than a raisin and stay in your damn lane.......but your British, so even that is fucked up!"

They high five, both looking ahead.

"For an ex military who weighs over 300 lbs, you didn't expect him to run from a fight? Who says he is running. Jack sure didn't. He even listed off all the things he would do from the Jackass Movie manual to prove he is tough and wanted to fight. I mean, could it be more obvious. You are reaching for straws here, Neville, but you are doing it with baby arms. Newborn arms. Arms that don't have the brain function to work yet."

Monty Python Said:"How else can you explain that they’ve let a guy fight for your title in his second week in the company"

"How could they allow me to fight for it? My claim to fame at this point is beating The Mario Brothers and Joshua Reno. I lost the match I made in Vegas to Roxy.....but I have a title shot. Stop thinking you are so high and mighty and realize that the booking department is so caught up with the Kings that anyone can get shots at any title that isn't the Universal right now. I'm not complaining.......I will take it and I will win it. Then, you will look even more stupid than you already do for talking tougher than your capabilities in the ring will allow. Your mouth is writing checks your ass can't cash.....right now your at about 1,000 pounds sterling.

She giggles to herself.

"You picked a real A plus strategy there, Nev. Go after Jack for his bad English stereotypes. But not one word about me mentioning how your royal country is deep throating ISIS right now. Talk about priorities. You are the one who gets worked up over nothing, Neville. But if you can't take it at least be able to dish it back out, or shut the fuck up. Nobody wants to hear that dumb fucking Austin Powers accent anyway. You say that Jack's time is precious, well you are going to have a lot of time to sip your cheap scotch and piddle your pud when the hottest and most must-see TV champion in the history of professional wrestling walks away with the title belt on Saturday. And the best part about all of this.......when you look into your reflection through your scotch glass and see the bruises....YOU will be the only Spotted Dick you see........and then you really will be English."

She rolls up the window, presses a button to lock the phone.

"And THAT is how you tear apart someones trash talk that isn't even about you!"

Chris smiles to himself and shakes his head.

"..........and THAT, gentlemen, is perfection!"

The Jeep pulled into Universal Studios and the camera shut off.

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