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Jenny Myst · (12-03-2020)

Lately I've been crying when I'm alone
Driving my car
Feeling proud how I'm surviving this far
I have done records and movies they say I am a star
But nah
I'm a product of a world so violent and hard

Continued from: "The Stakes Have Never Been Higher": http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=38944

The court room was quiet, only small murmurs could be heard as people whispered to one another about the atrocities they were listening to. Jennifer Sambuca sat, in pink blouse and dress slacks with matching black heels, next to her lawyer at the plaintiff table. The man on the stand had an evil look to him, with piercing eyes. Jennifer thought, every time she looked at them, that she was staring at the devil himself. She had never seen his eyes, one because it was always pitch black in the room in which she was kept, but he also wore sunglasses most of the time. When he wasn't, she was blindfolded. That was the worst. She never understood why he wore sunglasses in a dark room, but it was quickly dawning on her that maybe it was for times like this. Eyes are an identifying factor. Without seeing his eyes, he could just be any middle aged man.....

One with a twisted kink for rape, torture and mental and emotional abuse.

It was him, she knew it was him. The voice, which sounded similar, though most of the time she found herself trying to block it out, sounded all too familiar to her. She had a feeling, and aura, a gut wrenching hunch.............her privates throbbed just remembering it.

Oh god, was she----no---she couldn't be getting turned on by this?!

She told herself over and over and over that she hated it, hated him, hated her "father", hated life. She shifted ever so slightly in the uncomfortable court chair, and she couldn't help but feel a sensation she swore she would hold onto until she found the man she truly loved.

-------Was she even capable of loving a man anymore?------

Sure she was, vagina disgusted her. She could never go gay.......but men had done nothing in her life but hurt her. Men had done nothing to earn her trust, her respect, even as much as a passing glance.

Her thoughts were broken by a feeling that tore through her like a million daggers being thrust into her chest at one time.

HE was staring at HER. Staring with a cold, expressionless stare. He was completely devoid of any emotion. His eyes were empty, almost dead, as if she was staring back at a corpse covered in leathery flesh. His gaze never broke from her, even as he answered all of the prosecutors questions.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

All one word, his gaze never breaking the chains that bonded her to him.

Then something came from his mouth that made her insides churn like butter in a vat.

Words she wished she never had to hear.

"No matter what happens to me, and no matter how much you all try to railroad me and take her word for it--a girl who is clearly off her medication--I would at least like to be granted the ability to see the baby."

The entire court room gaped collectively. Jennifer felt the bile rise in her throat again.

His head turned and his blank stare was directed at the prosecutor........but before he turned his head ever so slightly a small grin tore across his cracked lips.......

Oh god, she had never thought about ACTUALLY being pregnant. Sure the thought crossed her mind every time he filled her with his vile seed, any time any of them did, but she hadn't been to that point...........but........it had been a bit since she had her........oh god.

"No further questions" a choked up prosecutor said. Jennifer looked over to the other table where the defense attorney's sat with the men they had busted in the stash house that sunny day several months prior.

One of them, who she had seen before (one of the only ones she had actually SEEN during her imprisonment) was looking at her now.

He was the same man who was in her house two years ago, the man who had her "father" and "mother" on their knees at gunpoint, demanding payment on her "fathers" owed debt. She was sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was the ringleader who set up the deal that got her into this mess. He grinned at her as she jumped upon hearing her name.......

"We would like to call Ms. Sambuca to the stand."

She looked at her lawyer, and he nodded. She pushed her chair out slightly and was accompanied by the bailiff to the stand. Taking a seat in a much more comfortable chair the large black man spoke, "Ms. Sambuca, raise your right hand"

She did.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you god?"

What was "God"? Who was "he"? Surely no "God" would allow what happened to her to happen.

"I do."

The DA approached and as he stepped a little to the side of the stand she saw the man, the ring leader, staring at her. He still had that grin on his face as he raised a single finger to his lips.........

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Ms. Sambuca"

His voice was stern, but also some what caring. Soft, but strict.

[i]"......you are sitting on the stand tonight bringing up very serious charges against the men in this room. You claim that you were sexually assaulted by at least one of the men in this room, is that correct?"

"That is correct."

"And they kept you locked away in a room with hardly any food or water and continued their sexual assaults for quite some time. Do you know how long you were in the room for?"

"I do not, sir. It felt like forever and a day. I lost track of time after a while. All my days bled together and it was pitch black so I could not tell when it was day and when it was night."

"But while you were in this room you were chain there, you could not leave?"

Jennifer held up her arms, her wrists showing the marks where the chains had dug into them consistently.

The DA nodded as people in the court room gasped.

"And you do not recognize any of the men from this table behind me?"

"It was very dark at all times, sir. Too dark to see anything. They wanted it that way."

"Do you recognize a voice?"

"No, they used voice distortion. They are smart. They've......done this before."

"Then how do you know that it was these men......you didn't see them, you didn't hear them........it could have been anyone, no?"

Jennifer scoffed a bit.

"Whose side are you on here?! You're supposed to be searching for justice---"

"I am, Ms. Sambuca, but you have no way to prove it was them......"

"THEY WERE IN THE HOUSE WHEN IT GOT BUSTED. I WAS RESCUED FROM A BACK ROOM IN THE HOUSE THEY WERE ALL IN! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS----"

"MS SAMBUCA!" The judge slammed the gavel. "Language!"

She crossed her arms, sitting back with a huff. Her eyes shot around the room and landed on the man who had just been on the stand. The one who was staring at her. He was still staring, and his expression hadn't changed. The DA was getting ready to begin his questioning again when the man smiled. A big, toothy smile. He then looked over at the man at the other end of the table, then back at her........for a moment these two felt like they had a genuine connection........

"You know, I was off my medication for a while and I did black out a lot. But now that I think about it, I think I do recognize a man here....."

"Can you point him out?"

TO BE CONTINUED

"A singles match? Non-title? No crazy stipulation or multiple participants? Has Christmas come early? I can't help but to feel like I have earned this, but know that there is so much more work left to do. I refuse to believe that just because I have won a few matches in recent weeks, big matches at that, despite all the odds thrown at me, that this game is over and I can take the foot off the gas. Rebel may have been gone for a while, but if you remember I was trying to recruit her for a stable back in the day. I know the talent she has in the ring, even if she is about as reliable as Apple Maps. No goddammit I'm not in the middle of a Costco! Anyways, don't let me get distracted.

Does she want to be a name on this roster, or THE name? I think we both need to know. I do, for sure. I need to know what could have been. I also need to know what is going to be. Rebel, you wanna know why I get no respect? It's my own damn fault. You see, when I had my first Bombshell Match I wasn't ready to fight to become champion. Hell I didn't know what fighting was outside of a hard slap and some hair pulling. I was greener than Nickelodeon slime and was thrust onto a level I was nowhere near ready for. When I won the Bombshell Title, I did so in a bra and panties match. I didn't have to beat Miss Michelle, I just had to take her clothes off. Anyone who knows Miss Michelle knows that this was a stipulation she enjoyed. I walked around with a belt I was proud of that I didn't earn inside the ring. This belt, different story, complete 180. I fought for this belt. Bled, sweat, cried for this belt. I have structural damage in my knee for this belt (thanks Betsy). But what do you know? Same disrespect.

I can't stomach many of the women that have come and went through these doors. The only women I truly like are my bestie Sarina, you, and Nyx. What happened to Nyx anyway? She was like "oh my god Jenny I love you", then poof. Maybe she really was a witch. Anyhooo.....this match, is X-Treme rules. Anything goes. It is brutal and unforgiving. It is the type of match that can alter, maybe even end, a career. Of course they would not only stick us in a match against each other, but in THIS match. But it's clear, it is all so clear to me now. They're testing me. They want to break me down, they want to shatter every remaining shred of me that I have left, and leave nothing but the tattered remains of their favorite thorn-in-their-side. I can pass the test, but I will have to will myself to do it.

Remember back in the day when we said we'd never fight each other? In all honesty, we don't have a choice. We DID when I was General Manager of Savage, but I was too good at my job and they took it from me like they are trying to take this belt. I am a lot stronger now than I was then. Rebel we said we'd never fight each other, and I am a woman who likes to keep her word. Maybe we can spar, slap box, or maybe just hold hands and skip around the ring. That would really be a middle finger to them and their plan, wouldn't it?

But I have to ask, what would that accomplish? What would we truly know? Back then, I was more than willing to do anything it took NOT to step into the ring with you. You're the first ever "king" of XWF. You did it first. You were king long before I was ever queen. You refused to be called "Queen" at the time, you wanted to be called king because that is the title you won. You beat Vinnie Lane and only a handful of people have done that. Some legends haven't even done that. Peter Gilmour did it four times but that's neither here nor there. You're accomplishments far outranked mine inside a wrestling ring. I never wanted to fight you because back then, I knew I couldn't beat you. I didn't have a snowballs chance in hell. I look at myself now, and I look at this belt that I have over my shoulder. I look at the division that I currently sit atop of like a throne overlooking my kingdom, and I have to wonder......can I beat you?

Forget the rules. We don't need weapons. I don't want to hurt you. I want to out-wrestle you. I want to prove to the world, and most of all to myself, that I can beat you. We have a match, if the booking department does their job (I am not holding my breath) as tag partners on Warfare soon after. Consider our match like friendly game of chess. King and Queen fight together on a chess board. They also fight against each other. Which of is us going to get to that check mate?

Come on, it'll be interesting, and fun! You have always been someone I looked up to, but now, even more so. Vinnie had his cute little speech at the induction ceremony, but did he ever mention you? He mentioned Gator, hell he mentioned Gilly. Where was Rebel? This match has to be for respect. The respect we both deserve. I won the four corners match and retained my title in what some are calling a "show-stealer" and "candidate for match of the year", and you still need more than two clicks to find my title on the company website!

I know this probably isn't what you wanted to hear, but it needs to be said. You left several voicemails, tweets, emails, hell you even messaged me on snapchat, about "sticking it to the man" by dicking around and having a giant love fest between two old friends in an X-Treme rules match. You need to understand why I can't do that. This show is in my home city, it is in front of the people I represent. I am not the old Jenny anymore. This Jenny doesn't want to stick it up Vinnie's ass by hugging it out and skipping up the ramp. This Jenny wants to go out there on national television and out-perform one of the best females to ever lace a pair of boots in this company. You haven't been around in like ever, and the last time one of your matches made an XWF television show Katy Perry and Taylor Swift hadn't made up yet. But damnit, Rebel, you're my friend and I respect you for sticking by me for so long when virtually everyone else has discarded me like a used tampon. You're a fiesty competitor, and I love that about you. Loaded to the hairline with talent, and tenacious as all get-out. It has to eat at you, Rebel, to see what this fragile little girl who got by on snappy insults and hiding behind her stablemates has become. That is why I wanted you. I was the brains, you were the muscle. I couldn't defend myself the way I wanted, but you were always more than willing to do it for me. Now, I sit atop a division that is white-hot, I hold the top title in the world for professional wrestlers with two X chromosomes, and I have overcome every challenge that has been put in front of me. On my own. You HAVE to wonder, can YOU beat ME? It has to be in your thoughts somewhere. It is in your DNA Rebel, you're a fighter, like me. I wanna stick it to the man just as badly as you do, and I wanna give the XWF the retention enema it deserves. To do that, we have to SHOW them that we can't be pushed around. The old Jenny was in it for shock value and would have come out to a party with cookies and streamers, the most X-Treme thing in the match being her love for the pink carebear (Cheer Bear, and yes, I have three of them), but this time I want actual shock value. Shock them by delivering the match of the night. Shock them by showing them I don't need weapons to win. Shock them by showing them that I am just as good in the ring as I am on the mic. That is what will stick it to them the most. The pain in the ass with the perfect hair taking on the eclectic rebel--pun intended--and putting on a show that Cirque du Soleil would soil their drawers over. We owe it to each other.

Whattya say, King? Sit on our respective thrones as royalty, together, or let them take us to the guillotine. I know you well enough to know your preference.

Royalty. Thunder.

Check mate.

Cause I can hear the sky
While it whispers in my ear
And the demons in my past
Wish I'd disappear
I take a look outside
The rain is falling down
And jumpin' out the window
But I won't touch the ground

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