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Jenny Myst · **03-13-2018, 10:29 PM**

CONTINUED FROM ORIGINS 2:

Jennifer felt the cold pad beneath her. She had broken out in a bit of a sweat, not knowing that the management of the club could possibly want with her. She gulped even louder when the owner closed the door.

The room was a pasty white on the walls with photos of girls in various outfits in various positions, most of them provocative.

"Jennifer"

Oh jeez, they used her real name. Everyone in here only ever called her by her stage name, Myst.

This was going to be bad.

"We have had a lot of customers call in to complain....."

Here it was, she was about to be fired from the only real job she ever had.

"......that you aren't featured enough around the club. People come here to see you, you're the main attraction, and it seems like you aren't on display to the liking of some of the regulars."

She couldn't believe it. Her chest was beating from the stress of what she thought was going to be a disaster and was now beating even harder from overhwleming excitement.

"So we have decided to put your face on the sign outside. Not only that, but you are going to be sort of a floor manager on the nights you aren't dancing. Walk around, check on customers, get them drink refills, push them to buy tokens. You are going to be all over this place."

This was big news. She was about to be the headliner, so to speak, of the club that had taken her in when she had nothing. The club that saved her, so to speak. Now, she WAS the club.

"It is going to start tonight. I need you to go out onto the strip and drum up some business. We have a table set up, take one of the other girls with you. There will be boxes with tee shirts and drink vouchers delivered to you. Hand them out and tell them to come see you at the club."

She couldn't speak, only nod. She didn't want to show weakness by crying, but right now she could hardly contain it. No man had ever been this kind to her before. It was her hard work to build this place---which was on the brink of shutdown before she got there---that was finally paying off. The club was her second chance and now they were hers. She stood up, shaking hands with the manager and owner, before walk-skipping out the door and towards the front exit.

Megan walked down the strip. She was deep in her thoughts. She didn't know if she had screwed up or made the right choice, but either way she would feel bad.

There was a bit of commotion on the strip, down my the Belagio. She wasn't sure what was going on but after the night she had, she figured she could use a little excitement. Keep a safe distance, though, this was Vegas after all.

When she got a little closer she saw two women standing there, wearing barely anything, and putting on quite a display. One sprayed the other with a hose while she yelled into a megaphone. Something about coming down to see her? Something about being the hottest *seductive laugh* and naughtiest in Vegas. Men clamored towards the table to get a closer look. The two were handing out tee shirts and a third girl had a clipboard, taking names down for what looked like raffle tickets.

What the hell was this? She knew better than to ask questions. This was Vegas, after all.

One of the girls caught her eye. Her confident posture, her smile, the way she brought energy and lit up the entire strip. This girl knew what she was doing. Her voice sounded a bit distorted through the megaphone, but Megan could tell she had one of those voices that could make men melt from a mile away. She decided to approach. Having been bi-curious for a bit in college, this wasn't a sight that turned her off. Her ultra-religious Republican parents however, holy hell.

When the commotion died down a bit, she decided to approach megaphone girl. With a shaky Hi, she asked what they were doing. The girl with the megaphone turned towards her and spoke into it, and Megan could feel her hair blowing up from the force of the words.

"Promotions!" she said, "we are the hottest exotic dancers in Vegas and we want everyone to know it."

Megan almost covered her ears as the multi decimal megaphone was within sneezing distance, but she didn't. There was something about this girl that she had to know. It compelled her, pulled her in.

"Do you do anything else?"

"Was that a sexual question, miss?" More megaphone blasting, and now all the guys stared at her. Some of them drooled.

"No....I mean, for work. You're---you're very pretty and seem confident, I think you could do just about anything."

The girl yelled a few more things about giving boners, showing tits and being hot, before putting the megaphone down.

"Name's Jen....most people call me Myst."

"Hi....Je--uh--Myst. I am Megan."

The girl looked at her like she had said a bad word. Looked at her like Megan was too bland and boring, plain jane for her.

"You seem a bit down, hun, you need to talk?"

"Eh, rough night."

This girl was offering to talk to her about her night and she had known her for all of 3 minutes.

"Come down to the club when we are done. I'll get you a drink, you can tell me all about it."

Hey, business is business. Megan had never been to a strip club before..........oh god, what if she liked it?

If only she knew she monster she had created when she accepted that invite.........

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4

"When it is all said and done tomorrow night, and the smoke clears, there is a real possibility I will have another loss on my record. There is a chance that Mandii Rider will have her arm raised at the end of the night as blood colored confetti rains down and her music hits. There is a chance that Jenny Myst just may not be in the running for the Bombshell Title anymore. But there is a chance that I will be. You see, Mandii is good, and I am good, and this is going to be one hell of a match but when you look at it in a strange way.....Mandii needs this more than I need this. She needs to jusitfy, validate, her little comeback. She needs to show the world that what she spews from her chapped and cracked lips about being a champion is true. She can ill afford to be exposed--anymore than she has been--as a lying bitch by none other than Jenny Myst. Mandii Rider can ill afford to show the fans that all of this fancy rhetoric was all for naught.

Mandii....that last promo of yours, are you too lazy to try in THAT now too? Your first few minutes of what you consider "trash talk" sounded like it could be cut, carbon copied, screen printed, and memorized from one of your previous lifehacks. You don't even need to put your ugly mug in front of a camera, Mandii. You could just have a robot sit there and shell out the exact same overplayed nonsense. Hell, I spend all this time over here thinking of creative insults and all you can do is tell me the same shit you've said over six promos? I'm disappointed. You disappoint me.

I guess I should have expected it. You are just a bland, boring person. You'd think with all the abuse you'd be brooding and dark, artistic and unique...but no. You're just a dumb bitch with black hair who is holding a belt she doesn't deserve. That is it. Simple as peas and carrots.

Not only is it bland, boring, repetitive nonsense but you churn out the bullshit so quickly I am not even sure you listen to yourself. It is like you have earmuffs on and your teeth are chattering. You can't possibly tell me you listen to yourself.....it's just not possible.........

Did I mention Robbie was the one who was pinned? Yes, but I didn't claim I lost the match. I took my loss and honestly........

First off, what in the flying monkey tits? You didn't claim you lost, but you took your loss honestly. Didn't claim you lost........but took your lost honestly.........

Hmmm.....

Does that sound like someone backed into a corner and reaching for anything she can find to say? It does to me. That wouldn't hold up in court, sugar, they'd hold you in contempt. You're lying, you know you're lying, and you are trying to make us all look stupid. No wonder you lost your kid....how can't keep a story straight, how are supposed to keep track of a kid? But, anyways, moving on here because making fun of you is too easy and unlike you I don't take the easy way out.........oh, and by the way....check your Turning Point promo's because you DID claim it, sweetheart. It's okay, I understand......drugs are bad, kids."

*clears throat*

if I had done my part and his we would have won. But that's why you are stuck in the women's division while I plan to do more with my career here Jenny.......

Who says I am stuck in the women's division you sniveling little burn out. Go hit another water bong with your buddies wearing drug rugs and call his Paint and Sip disaster 'rad', and leave the promoing to the responsible kids. Did you not listen to me like you don't listen to yourself? Or do you just not want to admit the truth to yourself? I am the one stuck in the women's division? I have a chance to sleep with the President of the United States AND win an event that would get me a UNIVERSAL TITLE SHOT. You are the Bombshell Champion and aren't even allowed to participate in the event. You're stuck, Mandii. I've said it before and I will say it again. You are stuck with a belt you don't deserve with nowhere to go. A dead division, with useless talent, no respect and no ability to go anywhere without dropping the title. How much of a champion can you possibly be? I was fine and content being the Bombshell Champion because I am in this for a different reason than you. I am in it to be the best at what I do in that ring and outside of it. You're in it to build up others and make women's wrestling good again. Good luck. I am fine flaunting a belt around and beating a bitch below my pay grade every once and a while. You want competition, you want matches like we had at Turning Point and like we are having tomorrow....but they are just nowhere to be found. Soon, I will move on to bigger and better things and you will be stuck holding a belt that gets less credit than the Federweight.

So tell me, what "more" do you plan to do? What does Mandii have on her XWF bucket list now that she is the champion of cadavers? What does Mandii have to accomplish now that sports entertainments version of Susan B. Anthony is here to save the women's cause?
N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Because, like I said before, I KILLED WOMEN'S WRESTLING. And, I'll do it again if I need to. You aren't building shit because these used maxi pads that are signed up now are ameatuer hour at best. You're cooked in terms of avancement here, Mandii. The worst thing you could have done was pinn Jessalyn.........because now you will have no choice but to pin her and those snail trails just like her for the rest of your time here.

You're welcome.

Moving on to further proof, FROM THE SAME MINUTE AND A HALF OF RAMBLING, that you listen to your own promo's the same way Hellen Keller listened to her own farts.

*clears throat.*

What is this? Jenny just repeated herself again over and over in another promo? Oh, cool. How sweet is it that she’s going to be thinking of me while on Savage? When you go into a match you will be picturing my face on your opponent. I’ve already won knowing that the name Mandii Rider will forever be on your lips.

Umm......apparently you don't listen to mine well either, sugar tits. When did I ever say I was going to be thinking about you on Savage? Are you just making that up or...........I'm a bit confused. I said I wasn't going to approach Ortega the same way as you but never once did I..........

And I am the blonde one? Jesus Christ.

Guess I got what I wanted in the end, you will never get me out of your head Jenny.

Wrong. I am already over you. If I didn't have to see your face tomorrow night I'd already be over you. But hey, you do serve as a good reminder of when the Insane Clown Posse will be back in town! You're a juggette calendar, Mandii, that's all you are to me at this point. A face, a pair of tits, a vagina and some ruined skin. The only way you won't leave my mind is when I think about how much of a joke champion you are and will be..........maybe I'll think about you at the event you're not even allowed at while the POTUS is wrist deep in the Myst.

Ha.....point is......you are no longer a threat to anyone.

You will forever talk me up while still trying to bring me down. How does the envy feel?

It feels pretty good, actually. It feels good to envy someone who no longer has responsibilities here. It feels good to envy someone who doesn't have to work for her championship or her credibility. It feels good to envy someone who has something we don't, that is just human nature. I envy you because I have to run the gauntlet against random opponents to get a title shot. You get to sit there and look ugly and they are handed to you on a silver platter. So yes, I envy you.

How does the heat in your blood feel when it boils at the sound of my name?

It feels pretty much like the powder felt when it boiled in the spoon before you put it in the syringe. It feels like it is about to be wasted on a useless piece of meat who is more concerned with material objects than her own child or career path. Oh shit, sorry, I was describing you. I guess you feel pretty good.

What you hate, me, will be with you until the day you die. What an impact I must have left on you.

The only impact you have left on me is flushed down the toilet every time I wipe. The only impact you've left on me is a sour taste in my mouth that someone who calls herself a champion didn't actually do anything to become champion and holds a belt that shouldn't even have been up for grabs to begin with. The only impact you've left on me is the gaping hole in your logic that you never seem to address. Why won't you just come out and admit you fucked up and pinning Jessalyn, winning that belt, and becoming everything YOU hate, ME, the worst decision you've ever made?

You've set me free, you've cut the lock to the chains. I should have known you were going to come out with your worst promo yet because you called it 'A New Hope' and we all know that that is the worst of the only Star Wars movies that matter.

You can't even get that right.

I could do this all day and chop up the blatant disregard for logic in every word that utters out from between your ashy lips but Mandii you just aren't worth my time. Win or loss tomorrow night we are going to put on the match of the fucking year, again, and I am going to move on with my life while you will be stuck to a life so dead that Jim Caedus will wish it was his.

Too soon?

Mandii.......I guess the only thing left to say is that I don't dislike you, I pity you. I respect you in the ring but that is as far as it goes. I am the face that runs this place and no matter what piece of metal you have around your muffin top, you'll always be in my shadow.

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