Every obnoxious act is a cry for help.

This would be Jenny Wednesday Night, walking back up the stage after pulling the upset of the night, the upset up of the year, the upset of history.This would be Jenny making fun of Thaddeus Duke as he cries like a little pretty boy punk bitch in the center of the ring.....his dreams of being anything more than almost good enough shattered with two words: PINK PERFECTION

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Coming in and sitting down, a big leather chair awaited her. On the desk, like last time, there was a big silver egg microphone. Cameras were placed all around the room. This was an exclusive. A sitdown with the "First Lady of AX3", with the hottest chick in professional wrestling.

She swallowed hard.

She had promised to give Sayors an in-depth exclusive, to bear it all, but now that she was here she was regretting that decision a little.

"Can I get you a water or something?"

She smiled sheepishly. "Yes, Evian please."

He signaled with two fingers and a young intern in a polo shirt left the room.

"So, Jenny, tell me, you said you had something on your mind......."

He pressed a button on the mic, and a little red light came on.

".....I am here to listen. I won't judge."

She smiled and shook her head lightly.

"I am not worried about judgement. I am not worried about anything, really. Just debating if I want to do this now or wait....."

Steve leaned back in his chair.

"Well, you are here now. May as well......"

The intern returned with the bottle. She nodded a thank you and popped the cap. Taking a big gulp, she set the bottle down on the wooden table.

"Well, Steve, there is a lot to me that people don't know. I have worked hard to be perfect, on the outside, but I have been beyond damaged on the inside. My life has been a horror movie. You may look at me and not see it, but it is true. Many look at me and see a model-hot girl from the country's biggest party city, but there is so much more than that. And getting into that ring has been a therapy of sorts, it makes me feel better to let it out. It makes me feel better to be able to beat somebody up legally. I may not be the best "wrestler", Steve, but I have had to fight my entire life even to stay alive so fighting in that ring is almost second nature. It is instincts."

"Well, Jen, you have touched on some of these things in previous promos and works you've done here in XWF so far, but what things are troubling you?"

She rapped her knuckles on the desk, bit her lip and looked nervously around the room.

"Well......you see, Thaddeus Duke is a hell of a competitor, we all know that, but he reminds me of something deep and dark in my past."

Steve leaned forward. "Who, what?"

She looked around again, but took a deep breath and a sigh.

"A boy........he reminded me a lot of Thaddeus......."

Steve was writing notes down on a big yellow pad.

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Cuddling up next to him mad however her day was that much better. There was something about it, maybe his scent, that made her just feel.....safe. Even when she got home from the strip club at 4 am, and even if she was a little drunk and not exactly quiet, he never complained. Maybe all men weren't sex starved pigs. Maybe men could be what a woman deserved.

She laid her head on his chest.

They had been inseparable for weeks. They went everywhere together. Road trips, vacations, concerts. He took her everywhere, he showed her off, and he was, at least it seemed to her, proud of her.

But one day, that all changed. One day, the truth was exposed, and it changed her life forever.

She had to tell him the news, she was SO excited! She held the little plastic stick in her hand, shaking but from happiness this time and not from the fear she felt at 15. But he didn't come home from work at his normal time. His phone was off, he wasn't answering texts, and he wasn't at the office anymore (she called there too).

Nerves started to take over her. She wasn't sure what to make of the situation.

She just sat on the couch. The TV was on but she wasn't processing the information. Her life was about to completely change and now there was a chance that something terrible may have happened.

All the money, all the cars, the Prada bags and Chanel clothes, the big house.......where was she without him. He was her rock, her anchor......

It wasn't until the clock struck damn near 1 am that a sound at the front door jolted her out of her trance. Was somebody breaking in?

She didn't even realize her makeup was running a tad. She went to her room and got the baseball bat they kept under their bed.

As she raced towards the front door, the thought crossed her mind.......this bat is useless against a gun.

Just as the door was about to open she cocked the bat. As the figure came through the door she hesitated......she hesitated.....


..........she would soon wish she swung the damn thing.

He came through the door and was clearly drunk. It was his voice that soothed her, but there was a certain tone to it she hadn't heard before.

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"Jenny? Jenny are you with us?"

It was Steve Sayor's voice that broke her out of her apparent day dream. Her flashback.

Right before the screaming began, the pain in her eye........

"Yes, yes, sorry. Umm.....well this guy turned his back on me when I least expected it and needed him the most. I saw what Thaddeus did to Dolly and as much as I think Dolly is a pretentious cunt I don't ever want a girl to feel what I felt....So I will hit Thaddeus just a little bit harder than normal.....one for all the girls out there........"

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"Get up, get clothes on. You're coming out with me."

"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick!"

"Shut up and put clothes on."

"Why?"

"Oh my god you ask a lot of questions." His breath smelled like paint thinner. This wasn't the man she knew, wasn't the man she loved.

"My boys wanna see you. I told them I am dating a little piece of ass from the tittie bar, they don't believe me. Wanna show them that I did pretty good for myself."

She sniffled a bit, glad he was okay but wasn't overly happy at what his motives for her getting dressed were.

"I have something wonderful to tell you!"

"Are you going to get dressed or keep flapping your gums?!"

She sniffled again. "If this is going to work you need to start connecting with me on an emotional lev----"

Pain in her eye and the right side of her face. She could see it swelling. Before she could process it she was on the hardwood floor.

She was mortified, horrified.

"I put up with your shit because you are hot. The constant questions, the nagging, the texts. You're a fucking sex puppet working as a stripper. I took you out of that god forsaken foster home to make you my cum sleeve, and now you are catching feelings? You are nothing but an object, and you aren't giving me ultimatums! Now get your clothes on and put on some foundations and get your slutty ass into the car!"

She didn't want to, but she did. She hid the stick, it wasn't worth it to tell him. She put on clothes, foundation and eye liner, and got into the car without saying a word.

She didn't know what love was anymore.

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Yes its loose. Very loose. So loose it’d give your fucking pussy a run for its money.

She shivered. Thaddeus was just another one of them. Another one of those men who feel like they are above the world. He is another one of those men who feel like their shit doesn't stink and women can't stack up to them in the ring.

She was going to rip his balls off and feed them to him.

The Pretty Boy <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> Said:Power isn’t something you give, Jenny. Power is something you take. I know a little something about seizing power, too.

"I know Thaddeus thinks he has power.....I know he thinks he has influence. What he doesn't have is any fucking common sense. AX3 and The Kings are the power groups in this company for the time being. If you aren't one of them, Steve, you fall through the cracks. Look at Trax, look at Nixon, look at.....for god sakes, Dolly. Just a few short months ago these were main eventers in the biggest storylines.........

Now Nixon is a forgotten champion that nobody cares about, Trax is "associated" with but not IN Ax3, and Dolly has been swallowed by the Micheal Graves kiddie porn machine. These are three big names. All suddenly nothing. Poof. Blink of an eye. You are Kings, or you are AX3. Thaddeus hates the Kings and has denounced in his latest promo his loyalty to AX3. So he, too, will soon fall to the wayside. He will be forgotten. He will drop out of the sky like a bird during hunting season...........and the other blonde he chose to fuck with will be the reason for it this time. Mark my words. The only power Thaddeus knows is the power we allow him to know. He is like a kid who scribbles his name and we all tell him how good he writes. He thinks he is good because he has been allowed to think that way.............well as Harry Truman once said, 'The Buck Stops Here'."

"Nice history reference.....I like it. I didn't know you knew much about history."

Jenny leaned in.

"That is the problem with you fucking men, you never think we know much about anything. Truth is....we know A LOT about EVERYTHING. And I am going to show this pretentious prick that he can be knocked down to earth faster than lightening bolt hits the tallest tree.......he isn't what he says he is and I am going to expose him."

Steve sits back.

"It seems I have struck a nerve here. Are you done or can I ask another questio----"

Jenny cut him off, slapping the table before continuing.



"Duke, you may be bigger than me, more experienced than me, and be tougher than me, but one thing you don't have is more heart than me. What you don't have is more will than I do. You have fallen into the trap, maybe the same one Chris has, and you think you are sitting on top of the world. Everyone is beatable. Nobody is immortal. You need to be brought back down to earth and realize that you can call me all the mean names in the world, but backing them up is what counts around here. I've proven I can do that. I haven't backed down to a challenge yet. When I was told I was facing you this week I didn't flinch. Because YOU don't scare me. In a weird way, I scare me. What little old me, 5'3" inch 100 pound me, is capable of doing when backed into a corner is what scares me. What I can do, what I will do, to make it all go away. All the voices.

Just then her phone rang, she looked at the number.

"Steve, I have to take this. I'm gonna step outside. Shall we continue in a few?"

Steve gives her the OK hand gesture. She gets up and exits the room.

"Bruce..........thank god you called, we NEED to talk"

The door shuts and Steve shrugs.