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Tula Kealiʻi · (11-29-2020)

"Where is that bitch?!"

I'm furious. This is probably the angriest I have ever been. And that anger is about to cost someone their life.

I have been attacked before. B.o.B made a habit out of using my head as a watermelon in a Gallagher show. It's what they do. I'm used to that. It's part of the show.

What I can not stand is people smiling to my face, only to stab me in the back. All that talk about how much Kenzi "respects" me and how she wants to do it "the right way", and the moment she's about to get beat in the middle of the ring, she has her goons come out and attack.

And now, I want blood. I want it to be Kenzi's, but I'll settle for Bobbi's or Maxine's, if I can find them.

I am storming around the parking lot following the events of Thursday Night Anarchy. Boris is trying to stop me, but...he's Boris. He doesn't exactly have a persuasive voice, and if he so much as tried to touch me, I'd hurt him. A lot.

"Come on out, you fucking cowards! All of you! You wanted to send a message? Come say it to my face!"

I approach a car. Is it Kenzi's car? I don't know, but I'm either getting what I want, or I'm destroying everything in this parking lot. I take my back and smash the driver side window. The loud shatter is incredibly cathartic, so much so that I immediately take out the rear view mirror to change the high. My fun catches the attention of the staff and security of the venue, who come running toward me.

The guards get to me first, but they don't move in - they just sort of circle me. They could tackle me and arrest me. I'm not going to start smashing one of these guards - but they don't know that, and I'm alright with that. Running into view behind the guards is Vinnie Lane, the absent leader of the Anarchy brand.

"Tula! What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm looking for Kenzi, Vin. I'm looking for Kenzi and that pack of fucking hyenas she runs around with. If they want to do shit behind my back, they can try and come at me to my face."

"What are you going to go, Tula? Channel your inner Tonya Harding? You're going to bust her in the kneecap with that bat of yours?"

"No..."

I reach into my pocket and pull out a switchblade, causing the guards to all back up. I open it up and show off the incredibly sharp blade.

"I'm going to cut her fucking throat."

"Cyka blyat!"

"Woah. Calm down, Tula..."

"No, I will not "calm down"! What the hell kind of a show are you running here anyway, Vinnie? What, are you do desperate for Kenzi's love that you let her do whatever the hell she wants on your show?"

"That's not remotely..."

"Shut up! You don't talk until I'm done. For months, the BoB have been attacking me. They've attacked Ruby. They've attacked every member of your roster. And we fought back, all the way to the point where I WON the Anarchy Title! That's right, ME! I'M the face of your show! And what do you do? You build ALL the marketing and ALL the branding for the show around Kenzi! "Kenzi fights in a balloon. Kenzi gets burned at the stake. Kenzi fights inside a snow globe."

"Snow globe...got to remember that one."

"And for what reason? So you can put her in a match you KNOW she will lose, so she can have her little minions take me out? Is the prospect of me being your champion so horrible to you that you need to come up with some plot to destroy me?!"

Vinnie just stares at me. This isn't "fun loving" Vinnie anymore, which I'm honestly happy about. I don't want the dude who cracks jokes about the roster on commentary to also be the one who handles serious situations.

"You're acting COMPLETELY irrational. First of all, there is no plot to take you out. If I didn't want you as champion, I wouldn't have booked you to be in a title match in the first place. I believe in you, Tula - even while everyone else gave up on you - but this? This isn't going to get you anywhere. Secondly, Kenzi is already gone. All this rage you're unleashing isn't going to do you any good. Save it for High Stakes."

Of course Kenzi's gone. She wouldn't have the balls to stick around. That's fine. Vinnie is right. I have my shot at revenge at the pay per view. If I act irrational now, I'll blow my opportunity. If I keep my anger inside, though, I can unleash it on Kenzi until my heart is content.

I look around at the guards surrounding me, and I toss my bat and switchblade onto the ground. Two guards behind me closely approach, and I immediately put my hands behind my back. I know what comes next. No reason to fight it.

"Take some time to cool off. And pay for the damages you committed to poor Terry's car. Dude's just an accountant."

The guards put me in handcuffs. I won't be stepping foot into a cell - my crime was too minor for them to hold me during the pandemic. But I am going to have to pay the state a hefty amount of money.

That's fine, though...I'll just beat it out of Kenzi like the rich pinata she is.

As the guards escort me away, I can hear Vinnie talking to Boris.

"So...how you been, Boris."

"Boris has been better blin".

They wanted to see me at my fullest potential. They wanted more from me. They wanted me to be the best I could be. More importantly, they wanted an Anarchy Champion they could be proud of.

Well, they got one, and once I beat the unholy hell out of Kenzi Grey and remove her from the show for good, people will finally stop talking over me, and they will start recognizing me for the powerhouse I truly am.

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