Jenny sat by the pool with no makeup on, a backwards hat, and a pair of Chris's designer shades on. Her Mai-Tai needed a refill, so she snapped her fingers towards the Puerto Rican pool attendant wearing a vest.

"Pablo.....I need a refill!"

The man walks over. His name tag says "Juan".

"Si, miss. I get right on that."

"Thanks Pablo."

She smiles to herself. She had a match coming up against two nobodies. She felt like with the beating her body had taken in recent weeks, she needed this type of match. She had established herself as the toughest bitch on the roster, she deserved a break.

She would get her hands on that big monkey bitch Nemesis, too, and she would take her out. But this week, at least, she had a little backup.

What was taking Pablo so long with her drink? She smiled as she watched Chris's head and torso emerge from the water. He was so hot.

Joshua Reno opened his mouth about 50 things Jenny liked, and it made her happy to know that his brain capacity was big enough to be observant. He was right on quite a few.

The pool attendant came back over holding a tray with several drinks. Hers was one of them.

He handed her the drink, but then he didn't go away. He stood there, hovering over her like a rain cloud.

He obviously wanted a tip.

“If I throw a stick, will you go away?”

The man didn't look pleased, but he eventually left. She hook her head and took a sip of her adult beverage.

"God I'm such a bitch....."

A wicked grin crossed her face.

"But I love it."

Just then, it felt as though the breeze picked up significantly. She could heard a sound in the distance, but couldn't quite make it out. As the wind picked up and the sound got louder, more people around the pool began to look.

Jenny squinted her eyes through Chris's designer shades and could see a helicopter approaching in the distance. Not a recreational one either, but one of those private grade monsters that is the size of a school bus.

"What the fuck? Oh my.......she didn't......"

The water in the pool was beginning to seep over the edges from the force of the chopper blades as it began its descent.

Jenny watched the entire time as the giant air vehicle laded, rather smoothly she must add, and a bunch of men in suits with sunglasses and ear pieces got out. There had to be a dozen of them.

Finally, after the last man got out, the ramp was then dressed with high heeled shoes that clicked the entire way down. Madison walked down the ramp in a sundress, though formal, and those heels. She was immediately engulfed by the men--2 on each side, 2 in front, 2 in back and the others spread out among the facility.

People began to clammer about who it could be--some got out of the pool and left. Chris grinned and leaned on the steps.

Madison made a beeline for Jenny. The men followed, one put his hand on his hip--obviously going for a gun. Jenny, in just her skimpy bikini, stands up off the chair. Madison is still coming hot and heavy.

Jenny has her hands clenched, ready to fight---in a skimpy bikini. Madison walks up and gets face to face with Jenny. The men grab taser guns from their holsters.

Madison and Jenny are face to face and you can cut the tension with a knife. Just then, Madison smiles and puts her arms out for a hug. One man calls on the radio and the men put their guns down and away. Jenny eases up as well.

"You crazy bitch....you brought the secret service."

"I'm kind of a big deal."

"You still lost to me."

"Watch it sweet cheeks."

Jenny grins a bit. "So why did you come here?"

"I want to show you something, follow me."

"Let me go get dressed."

"No need, no time. Come."

Jenny looks a bit hesitant but eventually follows the taller blonde.

Some of the men in the glasses could be seen watching Jenny's luscious ass as she walked next to Madison in her small bikini.

They walk to the ramp of the helicopter, then up inside. Chris sees this, shrugs, and dips back under the water.

-_-_-_-_

Inside the helicopter, Engy appears from around the corner. He sees Jenny in only her striped bikini. He immediately smiles a wide, scatter-toothed grin before Madison beats him back with a newspaper.

"Hey....no.....no...bad."

He retreats to another spot within the vessel. Jenny stumbles a bit as she feels it start to take off, but finally gets her legs under her.

Jenny takes a seat, looking out the window as pretty soon all of LA becomes visible.

"This is incredible. I've never been in a helicopter before."

"What you see here, is the top. This is how the world should look to you. This is how you should see the women's division, below you."

Jenny grins a bit, but she seems to have her thoughts elsewhere.

"Maddy....look, this is chapter two of why the women's division sucks. I understand that, and we did this already. Can we talk a bit about our opponents this week? I hear this is their final match....they may have something up their sleeve."

Madison shakes her head.

"Chris really has corrupted you, hasn't he? Plans, plans and more plans. But they are only week to week. What I want to show you is a plan that is months, years, decades in advance. You're young, you are going to be here a lot longer than I am, barring an injury. You need to be prepared to be the top bitch here for a long time---after I leave, of course."

Jenny is mesmerized by the sights outside the copter.

Neither of them say anything for some time. Madison watches the younger blonde stare out the giant window.

"So what do I need to do?" Jenny finally asks.

"I need you to get mad."

"Trust me, I am mad."

"Oh, you're a frigid cunt....but I mean really mad. Mad like I made you leading up to our match. I need to see that fire from you."

"It's hard to get amped up about these two snail trails."

Madison then signals over to two of the men. They walk over and pin Jenny up against the glass. One of them then opens the door. Jenny's eyes go wide.

"I could kill you right now. I could have Francis here let go of you and forensics would attempt to identify you by the bone marrow splatter. It would be too easy."

Jenny was frozen in fear.

"Are you mad yet?"

"Madison! Are you fucking crazy! Oh my god!"

"Tisk, tisk. That sounds like fear to me, Mysty. Francis, let go."

"NOOOOO!"

He lets go, but he catches her again quick. She turns and kicks him in the nuts, quickly grabbing his taser gun from his belt and hold it to his neck, panting.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"Good. Goooood. That is what I mean. THAT is the kind of agression I need to see from you."

She whips around and aims the gun at Madison. "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!"

Madison laughed to herself.

"No, no, silly girl. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be seeing the pavement rapidly approaching by now.........



........and splat. Tootles. No, I wanted to see if you have you need to be what I need you to be."

"YOU'RE A FUCKING PYSCHO!"

"You beat me didn't you? You obviously have it in you, don't you?"

Jenny is still panting, furious.

"So tell me, what are you going to do to these BX3 cunts tomorrow night?"

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The helicopter comes to a stop on the grass outside the hotel, the same place it landed.

Jenny stumbles out and it takes back off, she is blown to the ground by the force of the blades.

"Tomorrow night is your last match, according to you. May as well send you out with a bang, like only we know how. Sometimes it takes facing death to truly see life, and Madison showed me that. When I was facing the grow=nd 10,000 feet in the air I saw my life flash before my eyes, and it taught me something. It is me or you. Every match is life or death, and I need to take every match seriously. Losing to you to would kill my career the way my life almost just ended. So I am going to treat it as such. I am going to rip both of your dicks off and feed them to each of you, making you guess if it is your own dick or the other guys. I am going to disembowel you in that ring and take my place at the top of this division. I am going to team with Madison this week and put an end to BX3 for good, then advance to the finals of the tag team tournament next week, and it is only up from there. There is no stopping my rise. I am going to sit on your face and smother you, and then you and Engy can both have a spank bank memory.

.........BX3 dies Saturday, and I am going to be the one who kills it."

Just then Jenny's phone rings. She opens her purse and answers. It's Madison.

"You mean WE are going to be the ones who kill it."

"What the fuck, are you watching me?"

She swore she could hear Engy asking to talk to her before the line went dead.