The weather was hot in Vegas, but it was always hot in Vegas. 100 degrees every day from May through October. When the weather was like this, there were a lot of street vendors out selling anything and everything designed to cool the average human off.

Some of these items include:

---Ice Cream
---Ice Water
---Various Soda's
---Fans
---Some even sell many of these items together.

You name it. Hell they even sold ice blocks. Yes, ice blocks. People would buy big blogs of ice that came with a strap and strap it to their heads. Looks silly, but it works.

Jenny walked down the street in her Superman top and tight spandex shorts. She was beginning to sweat and her impecible makeup was beginning to run. She needed to cool off, and do it quickly.

She chose a street car quickly it was one that had ice cream. She enjoyed ic cream.

Jenny had always felt that everything she touched turned to gold. It was the ego of a wealthy young woman, it was only human nature. The man working the cart was a little old man, he kind of looked like Obsidian.

Ugly, but you couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

You couldn't help but want to help him, even if that meant by hurting him.

Some men, they just need to die.

Walking up, almost sauntering, to the cart, she smiled at the old man. He smiled back, and she could see the crust on the side of his lips. His teeth were a hideous shade of yellow. He sells ice cream out of a truck. Why did she expect any more out of him?

Maybe she expects too much out of humanity as a whole.

She had always given people the benefit of the doubt, and it got her nowhere. Nowhere but hurt. The only man on planet earth that Jenny trusted for that matter, was Chris.

She pulled her iPhoi\ne 7s with the pink cover out of her bag and dialed his number as she walked to the ice cream truck.

Chaos: Sup

Jenny: Hey, you leave AC yet?

Chaos: Nah, leaving now. Wanted to make sure everything was alright with Graves and stuff, then I sat and looked at the belt for a little bit. This arena has been good to me, as you know.

Jenny: Hey so its been blowing my phone up. Dolly this and Thaddeus that. Jesus it's like TMZ in the XWF circles. It's crazy what he did to her. Would you ever do that to me?

Chris didn't hesitate. He didn't need to think about this answer.

Chaos: If it was best for business, yes. I would do anything I needed to do to get as far as possible, even if it involved you.

Jenny paused for a minute, then smiled a big smile.

Jenny: Good.

He was a sick bastard, cold and heartless. And she loved it. I turned her on. But she was going to show the world this week just how bad SHE could be.

"Vanilla", she said to the old man. "Twist, and make it snappy."



"Awww.....

You know, part of me, somewhere buried deep down under my triple D breasts, I feel bad for you, Obsidian. Your promo came off like a desperate high school virgin writing an essay for English class about why a prom date would mean the world to you. It wasn't a wrestling promo, it was a compliment. I am glad you think I am attractive---you may be hideous but you certainly aren't blind. I am damn attractive. I am the hottest bitch in this business. And I am the same bitch that is going to embarrass you on national television.

Do you really want this? I bet you never dreamed that your first time with a woman would be so forceful, and you weren't the one doing it. I bet you never thought that a woman would cause you the same physical pain as she did mental and emotional. Well I am a different kind of bitch. I have been through far too much in my life to put up with men like you. I mean, did you got back and watch your promo? Everyone says Graves is a creep, and I'll admit it's a bit disgusting, but I am pretty damn sure that after your promo, you, too, should have a red X on your door. Creepy.

Reeve is a weirdo, at least you were smart enough to realize that. When I slapped Jane on Warfare, I sent a message to Roxy Cotton. When I beat two losers in the ring Saturday Night, I'll also be sending a message to Roxy. I hope she heard loud and clear. Let's get something straight boys, I am a manager. I want to wrestle in a few matches as a warm up. Roxy started this and I will finish it. Am I full time? No. I still have A LOT to learn in the ring. By no means am I a polished in-ring competitor.

.......What I am is a fighter. A scrapper. I have had to fight for everything I have ever had. I have had to fight off rapes, fight off bullies, fight off everyone who opposed me. Why not fight two disgusting men---well one disgusting man and one troglodyte---to show that I am exactly that.....not a "wrestler", not a "superstar" but a flat out scrappy bitch who knows how to get what I want.

Whattya say, Obsidian? Think you can handle THIS woman's touch?"

She blows a kiss on screen and continues to lick her ice cream cone.

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