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Jenny Myst · (02-01-2018)

The walls had a little extra semen on them on this particularly cool evening. The usual smattering was gross, but tonight was blue waffle gross. There was literally a cake filling thick coating.

Megan was trying not to puke.

"You blow chunks and it gets anywhere near me, I am finding a new publicist."

"Jenn.....I...." cough, gag, "I just don't oh god that's bad.....ugh....I don't know why we are here."

They kept walking, all the way down to the final stall near the only "clean" wall in the entire room. When they got there, Jenny opened the door with her boot.

"I want you to take a look at this," she said, the smell and overall sticky decor not seeming to affect her.

When she opened the lid on the toilet, Megan went white. She gagged audibly. She had to turn away.

"Megan, get back here and look at this, damnit."

Megan was hesitant at first, but finally did creep into the stall. There was a small hole in the wall, down near knee level, with smooth edges as if it were drilled there purposely.

Looking at what the toilet looked like, there weren't words in Megan's bachelors degree vocabulary to describe what she saw. A hideous concoction of red, green, yellow, white, brown. Chunky, smooth. Smeared and still whole. Puke, shit, piss, cum, you name it. The tissues had been stuffed in so much that they blocked the flush path and everything had built up. Those tissues, though wet, looked as though they could be weeks old.

"Jen, I can't. Of all the adventures you've taken me on, I can't----"

Jen didn't seem to notice. She didn't miss a beat. Her eyes were lit up.

"This is it, Meg! This is the stall."

The stall was wider than the others, maybe the handi-capped one? There were brackets for a railing that used to be there, but based on the rust the assistance bar hadn't been there for some time.

The wall on the left side, not the concrete side, had grafitti on it. As did the door.

"Call Amber for the best sex ever 702-679-9908"

"Amber's a whore."

Arrow up. "That's why you should call."

Ugh.

Megan's head swirled to the door. "Mike was here."

"Mike's a

".

"Call Mike for

head."

Gang signs, sayings from taking-a-shit-prophets that spoke of the end of days (though, it could have felt that way depending on the voracity of the dump), and more sexual messages. What the hell was this place? Phone numbers strewn the walls like the goddamn Yellow Pages.

The hole seemed to have a dim light coming from the back of it, as if it led to another room. What the hell else could there possibly be.

"Megan, I wanted to show you this place because this place means so much to me. Do you like it?"

"It's beyond awful".

"Because you don't realize the beauty of smut and debauchery. Everyone wants to judge it, stereotype it, and put it down. Nobody wants to give any credit to what it takes to make such a masterpiece. Not all masterpiece's will be beautiful, but they are all perfect in their own little way........."

What the hell was she talking about?

"Sometimes, you have to work to get what you want. Not everyone is going to like it, or agree with it, but you have to do it. Only you have to live with yourself, and if you can do that, fuck everyone else."

Megan was still covering her nose. She looked around the walls again and her eyes went wide.

"Jen Sambuca". It was scratched in with what looked like a knife blade.

"Do you wanna know what this toilet and Madison Dyson have in common?"

"Oh god, what?"

"They're both full of shit."

Jenny laughed to herself, slapping her knee with a cute little snort. then, her eyes went wide and her grin got a little more toothy.

Jenny reached down and flushed the toilet. Megan gasped.

"So Madison Dyson is back, eh? Did anyone else not notice? Hell, the entire XWF Universe must have been asleep. Either that or they just don't care. I am betting on the latter. Leatherface, you still think anyone gives a shit about your political diatribes? You are more annoying than those Chinese families at the store that chatter to themselves at parakeet squeak levels and take forever to cash out. Nobody likes those people, and nobody likes people who think they know everything, either. People who act like they have all the answers. People had forgotten you existed after I proved you to be nothing but an exoskeleton with a large vocabulary at Warfare a while back. I already proved once that you are all bark and no bite. I also proved that your little gameplan for taking me out, that side show exhibit Mercy, I proved she wasn't shit either. Yet you still think this belt belongs to you? Bitch please.

Ezariaha deserves it more than you do.

But lets explore this for a second. Madison Dyson, the know-it-all 1 percenter who at one point wanted me to be her understudy, now wants to take time out of her part time schedule to be a champion. Madison Dyson, whose only angle to come at me is that there is no talent in the division and I am on top of a, how did she phrase it, a "shit heap". So Madison, may I ask you why would would want to be the Queen of said shit heap? Why would you want to be something you make fun of so vehemently? And riddle me this Batman, if I have ruined the division to much to the point of near shambles, why do you think YOU are the one chosen to try and take this title? Do you think it is because, oh I don't know, you're ancient? You're one good ass kicking away from a double hip replacement and a nurse permenantley on watch to change out your bedpan? Do you think maybe they got bored throwing chum to the shark, and they want some live bait to watch get ripped apart like kids watching the feeding exhibit at an aquarium? You aren't better than the rest, you're just the only one left who I either didn't force into an early retirement or beat on more times than a heavy metal drummer. Don't think that because you are suddenly thrust into a title match that you deserve it, sister, there just isn't anyone else. Get off your pedestal. This division is a bad as everyone says, I'll admit it, but I am content to be the forever-champ. You won't make it better, Madison, we don't need a part time champion right now. Hell we already have two useless belts, lets not make this one the same way, mmmkay?

I have battled week in and week out to be the champion of this division, whether I have competition or not, I do not plan on letting that get to me. Like you planned on coming onto MY show to promote your champion-less Shove It, which by the way sounds more boring than a 72 hour long Joy of Painting marathon if I may add, I planned on coasting to the Pay Per View where I could face the same shitty competition but at least do it in a stipulation match that makes it interesting for the fans. Me versus you, no gimmicks? The most interesting part about me beating you AGAIN will be me walking down to the ring in one of my sexy--and ratings driving, mind you--outfits and holding the belt that you never thought I'd earn. You turned your back on me, wrote me off, and basically stamped "chump" on my forehead after I didn't get the job done back at King of the Ring. You thought I was done, over, cooked. That hurt me, but through the pain I found strength and I trained harder, battled harder, and put my body through more because of it. Madison, for my success here, I have you to thank. You throwing me overboard helped me more than your endorsing me ever could---plus, we've seen what happened with your last little endorsement, didn't we? Hell, even Engy out-grew you. Don't you dare take credit for his success. You used to walk him to the ring on a leash like a piece of property and now he is arguably the top superstar in this company. That wasn't your doing, Madison, it was Engy even realizing that you do nothing but keep people down, and cast an aura of shit over everything and everyone. You're little event, that is going to be a failure too because despite your best attempts to sound like you run shit......everything you touch either turns to puddy or gets the fuck away from you as fast as possible. You know what else I think is a real knee slapper? A real stomach-tightening laugh-inducing riot? You think I care about the 'heat'. You try to play it off like the "X-Pac heat" is a bad thing that I should be ashamed of. I am proud of it, I wish I had more, to be honest. I relish in it. The more they hate me, the more I love it. You see, Madison, when you work hard for what you have in life, people are always going to hate you for it. People like you expect everything handed to them. Don't you dare act like you are surprised you were given this shot, because in your mind you're entitled to it. You aren't entitled to anything except maybe some facial treatments for that well-done-steak of a face you sport like a new outfit.

You can't even do a Shove It! right. No current champions? What is the draw? You see, you clearly don't understand marketing and what makes businesses successful. Why would anyone want to watch a Shove It that doesn't have the top talent in it? That is like watching homeless people go trash can hopping, it is interesting for about 10 minutes and then it just gets monotonous and boring. You will probably have some "logical" explaination for that, but I really don't care. I don't need to hear you justify your failures again and again, I just need to implant into your head that they are actual failures. That has always been your issues, Madison. You were hot shit back in the days when Kandi Washington was the cum dumpster here, but once she left you became isolated on an island all alone....you had no more competition but unlike me, you folded up the tent and ended the camping trip. You wanted Engy and Mercy to be what you could never be, and now Engy has become bigger than even you could dream about. He was your pet, your project, and he broke off. You see, people feed off you. You wanted me to be Team Madison for a while. Now, it is even worse. You are embarrassed now, but I am willing to accept your apology. You want to talk about X-Pac heat and how nobody likes me? You want to bring up the fact that people just hate me, not love to hate me. That is fine, because you can't have fans unless you have haters. People are always going to hate someone who they can't be like, we live in a jealous culture.

Know what other kind of culture we live in?

A delusional one. You seem to think I am like X-Pac, and that is all fine and dandy. But you, you're Megyn Kelly. What do I mean? I thought you'd never ask.

*giggle*

Megyn was as ride or die as one could get for Fox News, often being referred to as a staunch Republican. Her show on Fox was hard hitting and controversial, and extremely one sided. Kelly was seen as a true patriot. Now, what has she gone and done? She flipped. She went to NBC, a station that is organic breast milk, vegan, everyone is equal liberal as any other. Nobody that used to watch her on Fox can take her seriously. Her entire mind state flipped for a small pay increase. Monetary value shouldn't step in front of one's beliefs. Kelly claims to have been sexually assaulted by Roger Ailes, which is total bullshit because I mean, come on, take one look at that face. Hell, you may have some competition in the Bassett Hound breeding business. You and her both look like a toddler poured a bottle of glue over a strip of bacon. You are a lot like her, because people might hate me but they respect me as a straight shooter. They respect me as someone who sticks to my guns, even when the odds are not in my favor. You, Madison, flip at the first sign of trouble. You say one thing, promote one thing, but say the total opposite. If it doesn't benefit you, it doesn't exist. Look at Mercy......you kicked her to the curb and dissed her very existence after her loss to me. I thought she was your monster, your Plan A, B and C, your winning formula. I thought she was going to change women's wrestling, now she's not good enough to even get a phone call from you? Trust me, Madison, if Engy didn't figure out how to get your thumb out of his anal cavity and think for himself, he'd be a loser too and you'd be left all alone. You NEED Engy, but he doesn't, and nobody NEEDS you. Fox News doesn't need Megyn Kelly and her lies, and XWF doesn't need Madison Dyson.

Who they DO need is Jenny Myst. So when I beat you AGAIN on Savage this week, I want you to look in the mirror and ask yourself if you really need yourself.

PSSSSSSSSSSSHT GUESS WHAT?! YOU SUCK!

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