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Jenny Myst · **03-09-2018, 07:18 PM**

Megan wasn't an overly pretty girl, but she wasn't ugly. She was simple, but not in the dumb way. Plain is probably the right word. Always been more focused on her studies than partying with guys. She was in a sorority, but only because it was a family tradition. Megan never cared about material things. She had glasses since she was 16, a steady boyfriend who wasn't the most popular but he made her happy, and "developed" early so was labeled as a disappointment in the hook up department by thirsty high school boys when she wouldn't put out. She had never been a thrill seeker. Never needed the limelight. She never needed validation.

Top of her class, she always prioritized. In a way though, she felt like she missed out on the little things in life. The laughs, the spontaneous adventures, trying pot or beer before 21. She just felt like she would be better off with her nose in a textbook. It did pay off. She was valedictorian of her class in high school, salutatorian in college, and graduated a semester early with a 3.999 GPA. The only reason it wasn't a 4.0, she thought, was one missed question on a test back in freshman year.

People make mistakes, but she refused to accept that. She kicked herself for it ever since.

She always wanted to go into business. She moved out to Las Vegas directly after college, hoping to manage some big time celebrity. She didn't choose LA because she felt it was too cliche. Plus, going to LA is getting these creatures in their natural habitat, they had the advantage. Finding them in Vegas and approaching them with what she felt was a flawless pitch was the direction she wanted to go. She never wore makeup either. She was always told knowledge will make her pretty.

That is a lie.

She knew that this was a pretty-people world. She at least liked to think she looked good.

When she landed in Vegas, she immediately realized how fabricated it is. Fake breasts, noses, hair, personalities. The only thing real about Vegas was the depression brought on from massive gambling debts.

Never been the type to quit, she wanted to stick it out. She got herself a small apartment on the north side of the city, off the strip. Having done her research on Vegas like she did on everything else, she knew the risks. She knew the crime rate. She knew the dark side of Vegas that nobody saw on the television.

There were nights, sure, that she felt like she had made a mistake. She would never meet anyone here but crack heads, mobsters, gang bangers and the various people you'd find at any Wal-Mart in the desert. Vegas doesn't have the allure it has to the outside world when you live there.

Nothing seems real when you view it from afar.

Everything is too good to be true. The reality was that you have to make the best of a bad situation, and a bad situation happens more often than not.

Megan was ready to kick her profession into high gear. She didn't have a major in business management and communications to be sitting in a crappy studio apartment, living off ramen and cold calling celebrities. She needed to get out, see the world.

Get out of her comfort zone.

Somemtimes, getting out of your comfort zone is better then settling in. Sometimes doing something you may not be experienced in will help you ten fold in the real world.

So Megan decided she was going to explore. Nervous, sure, but she swallowed it all back. She wanted to put her chin up and face the real world with unwavering confidence........

That is how she met Jenny.

Megan had landed a meeting with a high-priced, high-risk but also high-reward client. She felt lucky to have the opportunity to represent someone so famous a her first real gig. But was this real? Part of her felt like she was being strung along.

She didn't care. This is what she came to do and anyone who didn't like her could kiss her boot. She had reached out of her comfort zone and now she was going to get her payoff.

She took an Uber to a popular Las Vegas nightclub where she would meet the client. Looking at her notebook (she still used the spiral notebooks from school--simple but efficient), she couldn't help but notice the lights. She had never been one for night life, night clubs, hell she loved music but didn't even like concerts. So the bright lights of Vegas were giving her involuntary goosebumps. To make matters worse, the Uber driver was eyeing her through the rear view with a creepy I-could-pull-into-any-back-alley-and-do-what-I-want-to-you look.

She kept calm, though. When he pulled up to the Circus Circus hotel, she tipped him. He nodded his thank you. She had to meet with Mark Davis inside here, the owner of the Oakland Raiders. Gulping down a nervous swallow, she walked inside.

TO BE CONTINUED

CONTINUED FROM END GAME

Megan was dumbfounded. Why was Jenny all of the sudden nice to her? Why was Jenny so easy going? I mean, hell, her coffee was PERFECT, ordered EXACTLY to her boss's specs, and she STILL would have dumped it on the ground and demanded she bring her another. That is just how Jenny was. This was a new Jenny.....a Jenny she had never seen before........

A NEW Jenny.

A better Jenny?

Before she could decide, Jenny turned into the camera with a snarl.

"I don't need a boost of confidence, Mandii, but thank you for the effort. The last thing I need is a pep talk from someone like.....ew.....you. Someone who is going to be all tough bitch let me break your face one moment, then oh my gosh thank you so much I am so honored the next. Fake. I am the fake one? Mandii, you're just a lost little girl. A lost little girl with daddy issues, baby daddy issues, baby issues.....you have enough baggage to clean out Wal-Mart inventory. Yet, I am supposed to believe, and the world is supposed to believe, that you are this hero? This role model? You're nothing but an ex junkie with an abusive past. That is all you will ever be. You're a trend, a flavor of the week. Those thirteen kids chained up in the California house, biggest news story of the week when it happened. Everyone gasped, and put their hands over their mouths, and then.....they got over it. Remember the three women who were kept in a house by Ariel Castro for ten years? Who still talks about them? Hell the only reason Elizabeth Smart got a TV show is because she is blonde. Nobody cares about abuse victims, Mandii, because they are usually socially awkward, unreliable and overall unproductive. You and I, we are the exception to that trend. But, you're just as broken as I am, maybe even more so. Don't sit here like a guest on Ellen's show and talk about how you are going to bring women's wrestling to the forefront, because we know that is a lie. You want to know something else about abuse victims, Mandii? They are selfish. I am selfish, and you are selfish as well. Deep down, you are feeling a little less depressed than normal because you actually did something right for once. Do you remember when James left you high and dry and you became the punching bag? You were the "favorite child" before then. What happened? You became convinient. Same thing here, Mandii. We were perfectly fine observing you from a distance while we hunted bigger prey, but now you have inserted yourself smack dab into the middle of the crosshairs, and you're going to get sniped. It is only a matter of time. Your parents did you a disservice by not killing you. Jeremy did you a disservice by saving you. You've been bailed out right and left, you're entire life. You have always had someone to pat you on the back, to tell you it will be alright, meanwhile they were lying to your face and you were too stupid to realize it. That is what abuse victims do. Hell, if I was in your position, I would believe anyone who told me they loved me too. Instead of having your guard up, your opened your legs for this man. You brought in a child to the world.....and just think, with her mother being what she is, what did you think that little girl was going to turn out like?

She was going to turn out like everything you hate.

Your little girl is going to be just like me. A child with no mother, bouncing from home to home, with no place to go and no one to tell her they love her every night.

So you bring this girl into the world with a man who didn't see you as anything but a way to get his rocks off. Real smart idea, Mandii. You jumped into that prematurely, and look where it got you? Honestly, in my opinion, anyone who is willing to fuck you is probably too lazy to masturbate.

Backtracking to my point here....when you became the doorknob into family fun night, you were thrust into a life you never expected, didn't really know, and weren't prepared for. Jeremy saved you. Then, Zak saved you. Before Zak you thought Marcus saved you. The point here, Mandii, is that you're vulnerable just like each and every one of us. And now, you're thrust into another world of pain and torture that you aren't ready for. The XWF is different now than it has ever been. Champions have no glory here, no honor. Champions are nothing but targets. Champions get shit on in today's day and age. Engy won the Universal Title and now he is public enemy number one. I won the Bombshell Title and I was the same. Chris is now the same in the TV division. There is no glory being a champion here.......the only glory is being the hunter. So Mandii.....what I am getting at here is that you have been bailed out your entire life when the going gets tough, and here it goes again. Coddled. Mandii comes in, gives a half assed effort in her first match back, and gets a title shot. A triple threat title shot with the weak link being perhaps the worst female wrestler in history in the other corner. Next thing you know, Mandii is Bombshell Champion, on the website with Quote of the Moment, and the new biggest trend to grace XWF. The new flavor of the week. But, Mandii, this time, you have nobody to save you. You have nobody to bail you out when the going gets tough. You have nobody to pat you on the back and tell you it is okay.

You see, I was just like you for a while. I was the up and comer, the new fad, the hottest thing since sliced bread. But it faded, and I soon became nothing more than a pawn, a butt of jokes, and a target. A number. I had everything imaginable thrown at me, Mandii, and I survived it. I got through it, and I am tougher for it. When the going gets tough here, you're going to leave again and claim you are "going through some stuff", but the fact is you are going to run and hide from your problems behind the comfort of a needle and we are going to move on as if you never existed...........again.

You're about as useful as Anne Frank's drumset to us, Mandii. You are expendable. You're great now, but you aren't build for longevity. Yet you want to come out here and tell all the little girls who watch this program and look up to us that you are bringing women's wrestling to the next level? No....you're bringing cowardice to the next level. I don't care what you say, what anyone says, you took the easy way out to win this title because that is all you are used to.

If your gonna be two faced, honey at least make one of them pretty.

"Well, she is right Jen, it is still a loss. You didn't win, so I mean by the transitive property you lo---"

"Thank....you....Megan"

Jenny rolled her eyes, adjusting the camera.

"She made a lot of valid points, too. I mean, why do you even want the belt if it is a dead division?"

"Who signs your checks Megan?"

"You do, Jen."

Jenny didn't respond. She looked back into the camera.

"You're right, Mandii, I didn't win. I did lose. I lost and am not the champion. You are. I am very glad you were intelligent enough to point that out to us. I understand that it was a cheap way to win, but hell, neither I nor Chris pinned you on Warfare and that was still a loss for you wasn't it? Maybe I have to eat my words. It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last. I think it is cheap, cowardly, and bush league but who am I? Right? But when it comes to the dead division you just became Queen Bitch of....that I will defend. Why do I WANT the championship? Because I have worked hard to build the foundation. I have worked hard to beat Michelle, the Sugay's, Mercy.....I have worked hard to make sure I had no enemies. You see.....I knew people you would come around. I knew people like Madison were lingering. I knew that it was a matter of time before the numbers game became too much, but I was going to make damn sure that I left nothing for you to inherit.

Wait, so you just admitted you didn't try and you gave me the win? Didn't you talk about that being my problem in my returning match? Or are you happily saying that you are toxic and killed a division? Why the fuck would you be happy over that you stupid bitch

Mandii, you're the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard. Yes, I am saying I killed the division. I never once admitted I didn't try, that's more your thing, and yes I am admitting it was a dead division. Did I not know this? I SAID IT EVERY WEEK. But I also said I killed it. You are trying to make me look stupid by saying something I have said a million times over. YES I KILLED IT, YES I AM TOXIC, and YES I WANT TO BE IT AGAIN. You see, girls like us Mandii, our problems linger. They pile up like horders and never go away until we die, and even then they haunt the people closest to us. It isn't very often we get to kill our problems and right now......my only problem was my competition. I never got to be the best at anything in my life, and maybe I took it a bit overboard, but the fact is that I did something that will take a while to fix.

Good or bad I made an impact.

And I had no role in the Caedus fiasco? Umm......Wipe your mouth, there's still a tiny bit of bullshit around your lips. THERE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A DISTRACTION IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME. I was the ring leader. I knew that the LAST THING PLAGUING CHRIS HERE WAS THAT HE DIDN'T, COULDN'T, AND PROBABLY WOULDN'T BEAT JIM CAEDUS. So I put a plan in place to take Caedus out. Now, Reno is gone, thanks to Chris, Jim is gone, thanks to Empire, and the Mandii Rider buzz will fade like JNCO jeans.

Did you ever think that maybe just for one second that I planned to run into Jim back there? As dumb as he looked, he was street saavy. He would have seen Chris coming, and it all would have been for naught. My plan, my success. So, anything else you want to try to disprove?

Thought so.

You wanted to defend the title this week at Warfare. Yeah, I bet. Do you want to know why you aren't? It isn't because of either of us being a fraud--honestly we are probably the two most competitive superstars left on this roster--it is because they can't contain it. You see, when I do take my belt back, it is going to be a match of epic proportions. It is going to be a match that will be talked about for years. Why waste it on Warfare? I DO get a rematch, as per clause, and I will pick my spot. Until then, Mandii, have fun being a useless champion.

What do I mean?

Well, you have bigger goals, bigger aspirations here, dontcha? You said yourself you have your sights on the Uni. Per the rules here, you can't hold more than one singles belt at a time. So, you will be forced to drop that belt at that time.

So what until then?

Beating up on a worthless division filled with nobodies until we either get bored with you or you get bored with yourself. You see, I am willing to be the champion of a division I killed....the question is, are you willing to be the champion of a division I killed? You say it sounds stupid, but I say it sounds strategic. Rookie move? No.

Veteran.

Pay-check day.

And that is why I make the big bucks. You see, Mandii, you are all excited to be at the forefront of women's wrestling when management made a belt in a division they have basically written off in order to back me into a corner. Congrats.......

*claps*

But you're the new joke of the XWF. Are you ready to embrace that role or should I get the lighters and spoons ready for another Mandii melt down? You see I talk about an end game because everything I do is strategic. Nothing you can say to me is going to affect me or upset me.

The truth of this all is that you've been outsmarted. When I beat you on Warfare, you are going to realize that Jenny Myst is a lot more to deal with than previously thought. This title means so much to me because it was made for me, Mandii, and it was the first thing in my life I earned on my own. For you, it is a trophy, a prize, but my end game is making sure that the only person who gets value out of that title is me.

Whose the idiot now?

Fake lashes, maybe. Fake nose....umm no? Fake tits....nope. Fake hair......perhaps. Even with all of the "fake" on me, Mandii, I am a lot more real than you......

Jenny runs her photo over a photo of Mandii's little girl Sage. She has a grin on her face.

"Why does she have scars on her?" Megan asked, sounding like she felt bad for the girl.

"Those aren't scars, Megan. They are marks from the hanger."

Megan winced.

"So have fun keeping my title warm.....I'll come get it when I want it back. I just hope you're a better Bombshell Champion than you are mother."

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