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Jenny Myst · (06-20-2018)

"Megan, I am such a bitch"

Jenny said to herself, puckering her lips into a duck face in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and made various selfie poses. She was having a grand old time for herself.

"A bitch? Jenn.....you are JUST coming to this relization?!"

Megan laughed, sticking her tongue between her teeth.

"I mean, can ya blame me? Look who I am put up against here. I couldn't possibly say anything nice, even if I got paid for it. I mean, for real."

Megan was eating a cheese block with a knife while typing away on her laptop.

"I mean, I get it"

Jenny was applying lipstick and some bronzer.

"There is nothing appealing about even being in this match. Its for a title, sure, but I mean I feel like I am the best of a bad situation. The X title picture is as bad as it has ever been and I feel like coming out of this the champion is expected. There will be no surprise here, no "Oh my god" moment, ya dig?"

Megan nodded.

"God I am such a bitch---but"

Just then her phone rang..........she looked down at the number and her face went white.

"Jen?"

Jenny curled back, recoiling against the sink. "No......" she whispered. "No...no no no no no"

Megan got up to check on Jenny just as the doorbell rang.

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Rain......

I am proud you took that step. I am proud you woke up from your opioid slumber and actually cut a promo for this match. I am glad you didn't kill yourself.......yet.

Let me take the X-Treme title first, then do what you wish. Give us your best 13 Reasons bathtub scene, Rain, and it'll be the most watched and highest rated thing you've ever done.

Kill yourself.

Think about it, you can be a star. You can be talked about. You can finally be remembered. Rain, the genderfluid j o b b e r. Think of the headlines! I can see it.

*clears throat*

"XWF's worst member finally gone! or......oh this one is even better.......XWF's most undeserving contract finally voided: Rain, known to most as 'who?' has passed away today at the tender age of who the fuck cares?" You see, Rain.....its not that I don't like you, I just don't give a shit about your existence. People, and I use that term loosely, like you don't matter to people like me. I am a go-getter. I take what I want. You whine and complain and expect people to hand things to you because you're "different". You are what is wrong with society today. You are what is wrong with this whole GenZ thing. You are why the United States is laughed at by every other nation in the world. People, again, loosely put, like you are ruining this sport, this generation, this country, this planet. Rumor has it you're obsessed with me, stalking me, wanting to be me or be with me. Join the club. I am the most must-see attraction this business has ever had. You're easily the most forgettable. So before you bring my name up again, decide for yourself if its really worth it. Before you decide to think you matter more than a common housefly, try to think if it is really worth it.

"Then Jessalyn. Ohhhh Jessalyn, the battles we have had. You're so cute when you try so hard. Adorable. You're tatted up street-walker image and your "I'm trying to be rachet but can't spell it" persona.....my god why don't they just give you a Tony Award right now? Jesus you could be on Broadway.....but not the one in New York....but the one, I don't maybe, maybe in like South Little Rock or something. A broadway. Hey, its a start though! Chin up killer!

I am irrelevant without a title? You're irrelevant anyway! I mean, for real, since when has anyone looked at a card and said "OH MY GOD! JESSALYN HART! HUNNY, WE NEED TO GET TICKETS STAT! BEFORE THEY SELL OUT!" Want a hint? NOBODY. I have been in some of the biggest matches in this company, and I have proven that I belong in the main event picture. You haven't even proven you're fully female. Maybe you and Rain should get together because I am getting pretty distracted trying to figure out whose Adams Apple is more pronounced. I have a match to focus on, and here you are waving your man-like vanity in my face.

Jessalyn isn't even on my radar. She is a stain on the glass before I wipe it dry. This match is a walk in the park for me, and quite frankly I am wondering what it took to finally wake someone in that back office up. Jessalyn, lets not forget, used to be a barbie wanna-be with a million dollar smile and about the same amount in poundage around the waist.......but that didn't work for her. She decided to get some tats, wear a cable guy jacket, forget what makeup was, and go full on dyke. Cool. It still has the same "you suck" success rate. You're a tough bitch, you are able to take a beating. Bout the only thing you do have success at. Getting your ass kicked.

You're about as useless as a chick is without the coochie and the tits. All hot air, no real substance."

"I guess you can. Puddles? This guy, the sad clown act. Jesus, its like we don't have enough depressing nonsense on this roster. This guy looks like he hasn't showered in days, smells the same, and that voice sounds like someone is castrating a cat. I mean, Doink was a bad gimmick, what made you think this clown would be a good one? IT wasn't even that good. Clowns belong at little kids birthday parties, circuses and occasionally a porno, but never, ever in a wreslting ring.

Ever.

Like ew.

Its bad enough I have to smell this ogre of a person to pin it for the title. I should get some extra pay for that. Puddles thinks this is going to be all fun an games, but the only clown tears that Puddles will spill will be those of shame when I rip that little red nose off and shove it up his ass. Just let it be known that I.....Jenny Myst.................

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