It was late by the time I finally left the arena. You could sure bet your ass I was riding high off my first victory. I don't know what, but there was something about wiping the smug smile right off the face of Payne that just felt so, what word could describe it? Satisfying. Yeah, that was it. It felt so damn satisfying to knock him down a couple pegs, being that he decided to take time out of his day to dedicate an entire edition of his shitty podcast to trying to break me. Didn't work now, did it?

Wandering back and forth around the front of the arena, I wait for the cab I called to pick me up. I heard before I left that I was going to be booked against Payne again on the next episode of Madness, this time for a place in the European Title match at the next PPV. How? Things are going way too fast for my liking, but I guess it's better to move forward than backward. It would be nice to go against him once more, and prove not only that it wasn't a fluke, but that he and his little whore know nothing of what really goes on my head. Were they even serious last week? Oh well, time will tell...

Finally, the cab pulls up to the sidewalk that I was nervously pacing back and forth on. The driver rolls down the front windows, presumably because I wasn't even paying attention to him in the first place. He calls out to me, his rough voice scraping against my ear drums like sandpaper to an open wound. Okay, maybe not that painful, but it sure as hell was grating.

"Hey! You gettin' in, or what?"

He sounded just like a stereotypical New York cabbie, what was someone like that doing in Canada? Oh well, I though nothing of it as I entered the yellow vehicle. I started to doze off a bit, I must have told him where I was going, because he had already started driving off. Looking at the rear view mirror, I catch a glimpse of the man's face. He kind of looks like that guy Mike from Breaking Bad, man that show is awesome. The last thing that registers in my mind before I fall asleep is hearing his cell phone ring, and him quietly picking it up...

The sudden braking of the car jolts me awake. In reality, it jolted me damn near out of my seat! Looking out the window, I can guarantee that we are most definitely not outside my hotel! We're parked in the middle of some middle of nowhere fucking park. I can't really make it out, but it seems like we're back in Washington, nowhere near Calgary. How long was I out?

"Hey, glad to see you're awake! Get out, now. We got shit to do with you, little lady."

I really don't like the tone of voice he's using with me, it sounds as if he's a schoolyard bully taunting me on the playground or something. He opens the driver's side door and slams it shut. I try to open my door, but it's fucking locked! Come on Jessie, try to breathe! No matter how much I inhale, my lungs aren't filled. I exhale in wheezes as the driver stalks me from outside the cab. What is going on?

He reaches out to the door I tried opening, and pulls it right open. At about this point is exactly where I start to fear for my life. Yeah, right here. Not when I couldn't get out, not when I saw we were in the middle of nowhere, but right now. This very fucking second. My reactions are incredibly delayed.

Not this one, however.

As soon as his ugly face is in the car with me, I throw an elbow right at his nose! He falls back to the ground, cursing at me and checking for blood as I force myself out of the car and begins to run into the woods. This is it, my chance for freedom! My grand escape! My victory lap...

Right into the hands of the driver's friends.

I struggle with all of my might, and they drag me over to the cab once more. the bloodied driver's teeth shining in the moon as he grins at me with sinister intent. They're going to rape me and leave me for dead in these woods, the first thought that crosses my mind the second I catch the way he's looking at me. The two men carrying me drop me flat on the ground, the driver smiling as they do it. He steps closer to me and begins to speak to the rest of them.

"Now now, no need to be rough with the whore now. We need her to be in tip top shape if we're looking to make anything on her!"

Make anything on me? I really don't like where this is going. One of the men who was carrying me back here pulls out a roll of duct tape and places it over my mouth. It's going to be fine Jessie, just stay calm. My heart pound rapidly in my chest, as if it were the pace of machine gun fire. All I know, is that I can't freak out in this situation.

I have to stay calm.

They aren't going to hurt me, they need me for something.

That doesn't mean I'm not going to hurt them.

The other man who was carrying me rolls me over onto my stomach and tries to tie my hands behind my back, like he was putting me under citizen's arrest or some equally stupid scenario. I ball my right hand up into a fist and drive it right into the man's junk! He falls down, clutching his crotch and howling in pain as I leap up to my feet.

There's three men still standing around me, no way that I'm going to be able to fight them all off. I can run, running's always an option. Turning the way that the last man who laid on a hand on me lie, I sprint off in that direction right into the woods. I hear them screaming behind me as they struggle to keep up. For what reason could they want me? Was it all a coincidence, a really fucked up coincidence brought upon by my utter lack of luck? Or was it something even more sinister than I originally thought?

Whatever it was, it really didn't matter at this point. All that matters is getting the fuck away from these freaks! Turning sharply at every point I could in an attempt to lose them, I almost trip and fall into a ravine. Jumping over the gap, I see one of the men, the guy who taped my mouth shut tailing me. I turn around, hiding behind a tree. They can't catch me if they're unconscious, right?

He rushes forward as soon as his feet touch the ground. My plan is working to perfection. As he passes by, he doesn't even notice that I was right behind him before I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into me. He fell flat on his ass the second I reached out, allowing me to knee his fucking head until it dented as blood was leaking out of his skull like a broken fire hydrant. I then drag his unconscious body in the middle of the path, as a warning to the others. From there, I take the tape that placed over my mouth and place it on the dent to stop his bleeding. After all, I'm not letting anyone's death get on my conscience...

I continue to sprint down the woods, my heart pounding with each breath I take. Slapping myself in the face, I remind myself that I have to stay calm. It's the only way I won't fuck up and run right into them. If I don't, I'm definitely going to die. No, dying's a bit harsh, I'll be whatever the fuck they want me to be, which is really a fate worse than death now that I think about it.

I hear footsteps from in front of me, and I see the other guy. Not the driver, not the guy who I punched. That weird guy, he was staring at me while I was lying on the ground. I rush over to him, his mouth opens to scream but I beat him to it with a punch to the throat. He clutches it, falling to his knees just trying to get a bit of oxygen. I then kick him in the temple, and he collapses like the Berlin Wall. Gotta keep going...

Just then, I hear a twig break and the cocking of a handgun. I spin around and see the driver, angry look on his face, aiming the gun at my chest.

"Get your ass on the ground, now."

It's official, I have the worst luck in the world.