Jenny sat in her hotel suit, scrolling through BuzzFeed on her cell phone. She loved the juicy drama, as long as she wasn't involved in it. Every story seemed to be of a man doing something dumb, usually a white man, and people bitching about "women's empowerment" and "sexism". These were ideas that Jenny didn't typically get behind...she felt like you should earn what you are given, man, woman or child, and the fact that women want things handed to them these days was deplorable. But, the more she read, the more she caught her self muttering things under her breath like "typical male" and "figures."

To be typical is to be of a type, meaning that a person or thing has the same characteristics of everyone or everything else in the group.

Is toxic masculinity a thing? It must be. There certainly was enough of it in this company alone, much less in the world. Toxic masculinity is not intended to demonize men or male attributes, but rather to emphasize the harmful effects of conformity to certain traditional masculine ideal. These men try so hard to be the "coolest" they don't stop to think about what they are doing to accomplish it.

Typical males.

As Jenny was finishing an article about how much men suck, when her phone rang. It was Megan, her publicist who she hadn't seen since she left XWF. She didn't carry her contract over to the other companies she went to, and to this day she felt bad. Megan was a good girl, a little naive, but what 21 year old wasn't?

"You're in Dallas?! For what?!"

"Sure, I'd love to get some drinks and grub. It's been so long, girl!"

The two giggled a bit.

As they spoke, a text from Chris came through on her phone. She hit ignore.

"Tonight, its just you and me, girl time. No men."

They both agreed. Jenny hung up the phone and put a smile on her face. She was about to go through hell in a week and a little de-stresser would be exactly what the doctor ordered.

Jenny got ready, putting on some makeup and a cute outfit. She texted Megan a photo.

Jenny: Cute, right?



Megan: Always. See you at 8.

Three Hours Later:

The bar was crowded already, but if Megan had done her job, she should have reserved a seat for both of them. Jenny stepped out of her pink sports car and flicked the lock button twice, setting off two beeps from "Perfection", as she aptly named her six-figure ride.

As she walked into the bar, she looked around. It felt weird to be among all these "normal" people. She felt like she needed this, though. She needed to blend into the crowd. For one night she needed to be a basic white bitch, to have a girls night, to not be the Queen for just a couple hours.

It's not easy being Queen.

She looked around again, trying to find Megan in the crowded bar. She felt her phone buzz in her jeans pocket. Pulling it out, she checked it.

Megan: In the back, right hand side, by the window.

Jenny smiled and put her phone back in her ass pocket, making her way through the crowd of oggling eyes and jealous stares, until she saw the pigtails with freckles and glasses she knew so well.

It had been too long.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

They both squeaked like a little kid on Christmas as Megan shot up, briskly walking over and hugging Jenny. She returned the favor.

Pulling out a chair and plopping down, you couldn't wipe the smile of Jenny's face with windex.

"How the hell have you been, girl?!"

Megan, who had a water with ice in front of her, picked at the straw.

"I've been okay. It has been.......less eventful.....to say the least, since you left. I haven't had as many stories to share with the friends back home."

Jenny rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue through her teeth.

"Oh come on, I wasn't THAT bad."

"No, you were pretty much the worst." Megan laughed. "But I have to say I loved it. Looking back on it now I wouldn't have wanted to be the publicist for anyone else."

The waitress came over, looking at Megan with a smile then at Jenny with an expression that couldn't quite be described. She looked at Jenny as if she knew who she was, but she couldn't put a finger on it. She shrugged it off and smiled. "What are you ladies having tonight?"

"Cosmo, Watermelon," Jenny said and the waitress wrote it down. "For you?"

Megan ordered a Ginger-Ale but Jenny waved it off.

"No....no, no no, its ladies night. Stop being such a stiff. I am going to show you a good time! She wants a Jack Fire shot, to start. In fact, that that two. Then bring her something with booze in it....."

She smiled, shooing the waitress off with her hand.

"Jen, you know I don't drin---"

"And you know I don't win big matches, right? You know I am the laughing stock of this company, the but of the jokes even to this day, a pariah around here. But here I am, back in Dallas, back on Savage--a show I used to run--competing in a match against someone I've never beaten. Do you see me falling in line? Conforming to the stereotype?"

Megan looks down, then back up, biting her lip.

"Well, kinda."

"Look......you're gonna have a good night tonight. You deserve it. Even if you try it and don't like it, you can at least say you tried."

Megan nodded sheepishly.

"So, uh....yeah....how's it feel to be back?"

Jenny smiled again.

"It's weird, to be honest. I am not really well liked around here, as you may imagine. Not well liked, and not well respected. I have brought that on myself, and I get that. But I am here until RLF comes back in September. I am here to stay sharp, to keep my skills fresh, and to keep my hot streak going."

Megan nodded.

"You aren't at least a little nervous? You're back in the big leagues now, and you have a match pretty high on the card."

"I would be foolish to say I am not nervous. It would make me not human. That's the kind of shit Thaddeus Duke would say, I am not like that. Of course I am a little nervous but I know that as soon as that bell rings I am going to be back. The Jenny Myst that is the current RLF True Champion, the Jenny Myst that beat Sakura Synn in one of the most brutal wrestling matches in recent history will be back. Thaddeus Duke thinks its same old same old, but I am not the same, Meg."

The bartender brings the drinks over, putting the shots in the middle and a drink in front of each girl. Jenny thanked her, and went back to focusing on her conversation.

"But yeah. I am nervous but I am also confident. You see, last year, this would have gotten to me, this would have caused a mini panic attack. It would have caused me to over-think, over-analyze, over-worry. Not anymore. I have found myself, and I try to find the positives inside all of my negatives."

Meg sipped her drink, making a small scrunch face.

"Oh, stop being a baby. Now...tell me about you, what the hell are you doing in Dallas?"

"I am a traveling journalist. I am writing a story for my blog on a triple homicide going on in this area, a cold case that has recently been re-opened based on new evidence. They sent me to report on it since I am originally from Texas."

"You moved when you were in Elementary School."

"I said originally."

"And you're facing Thaddeus Duke next week. I mean, I couldn't miss that. He's just....so....."

"So what Megan?"

"He's so dreamy."

Jenny laughed sarcastically.

"He's not dreamy. He's a loser. Meg, we really need to give you a makeover. Find you a nice guy, get your confidence up. Right now, you barely talk, you're not impulsive, you are too nice as to not offend anyone, you're lonely. We need to make you a wifey. Right now you are the perfect side piece."

Megan shifted in her chair, a bit uncomfortable but her expression showed that she understood and even agreed.

"Nobody wants to be a side piece. Have respect for yourself girl!"

Just then there was a bit of a ruckus at the table next to them. It seemed like everyone at the bar turned and looked to the table next to theirs at the same time.

There was a couple, or at least what everyone assumed was a couple, sitting next to them. A woman came through the crowd seemingly out of nowhere, and threw a glass of ice water on the man. He stood up quick and the girl he was sitting with pushed her chair back quickly.

"Who the hell is this?!" the woman yelled, her voice quivering.

"Who the hell are YOU?!" the woman in the chair yelled back, standing up.

"I am his WIFE!" the woman said, unbuttoning her coat to reveal a gravid stomach.

The woman was clearly at least 7 months pregnant.

The woman from the chair quickly sat back down on it, her hand covering her mouth.

"Really?! The same city?! You are cheating in the same city and think I wouldn't find out?!"

The man was not saying much but his face was fire hydrant red. The woman he was with still had her hand over her mouth. The entire bar was captivated.

Jenny turned her head to look back at Megan, and noticed Megan was looking at her as well.

"Typical male" they both said simultaneously, before busting out laughing. Jenny and Megan both shared at shot and waved the waitress over for another one as the bouncers rushed towards the table next to them.


"Oh Dukey........

It feels so good to be back, though this isn't exactly the match I was hoping for. I was hoping to face someone, you know, with talent. With promise, with potential, with a future, not Dolly Water's ex boy-toy who lives his life in a science-fiction B-movie. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, right?

It's not easy being Queen.

You see, a lot has changed since I parted ways with the first wrestling establishment I called home. I am not the same Jenny Myst that you remember, the one that was "run out of town" as the general manager of Savage. Back then, I was paranoid, power-hungry, and quite frankly, if I can be honest, not confident in my abilities. I needed a team around me to justify my actions because I wasn't confident enough to do it myself. I was living in the shadow of Chris Chaos, which is a mountain I have been trying to reach the summit of my entire career, and nothing I did felt like it lived up to what he brought.

The TRUTH is that I am a bigger superstar than he will ever be. The TRUTH is that I never needed him. The TRUTH is that, even though we are still together, Chris Chaos has nothing on me, and never has. I just needed to collect myself and realize that, ON MY OWN.

Look what I have accomplished since leaving XWF. I went to SEE and ran into my dear friend Mandii Rider over there. We connected, as she had been cast off like a leper from this place as well. We connected on a deeper level, both with our hatred for this place. We both connected due to our hatred of the establishment and how poorly run it was around here.........until we got there. The moment I walked in the door I was in the crosshairs of a social media shit storm, with XWF and the upstart SEE at each others throats. I was all about SEE at the time, because one, I wanted to stick it to XWF, but two, I wanted to enter a company with no ground work laid so that I could establish my throne on my own, without Chris Chaos getting in the way. While he was over here going for his Universal Title shot, I was over there kicking ass and taking names. About a week after I got there, Gabe Reno came in, and like most things Gabe Reno touches, it evaporated into dust. Cue Cadryn, poof.

Then SEE was bought out by RLF, or Rising Legends Federation, and that is where I have been since. Not only am I undefeated there, but I just became the first ever True Champion. And before you make fun out that, which you are bound to do, let me tell you that it is not what the Bombshell Title was here, either. It is equivelant to the Hart. I am the first ever for that company. Then, the next show after the Pay Per View, they go on a brief hiatus to "re-group" after the IWF invasion pulled out. That left me to ponder my options.......federation after federation, including Gabe's nonsensical attempt at "The Underground", which subsequently folded like a lawn chair before their first show even launched, never seemed to have their feet under them. No company seems to have the staying power that XWF does, and since it was the company to pop my wrestling cherry, I had some thinking to do. Cue Dorothy: There's no place like home, there's no place like home.

So you ask why I am here? Why I am back? Besides bordem while I wait for RLF to sort out their issues.......it is because I am home. This place is nostalgic. Sometimes you miss the bullshit, ya dig?

RLF will be back, and they will be back better than ever, and until that time I am still the champion.

............Which is more than I can say about you, Thaddeus.

You're just a regular guy, fuckin' ready. Ready for the post match spear, ready for another nostolgic match, ready to spew off at the mouth with the same drywall texture drab you were "back in the day". You're a regular guy, fuckin' ready..........

For everything but me.

Times change, and so do people, believe it or not. You think I am the same old Jenny, a creature of habit who can't get out of her own way. You're wrong. I have grown, I have changed, I have found myself and my stride. You're still stuck in the past, while I continuously move forward. You're still hanging on to memories from years ago while I am making memories for years to come. Nothing has changed about you, and I don't think anything ever will. You will always be what you are, an over-the-top, piece of subhuman skidmark muppet trash. How do you feel about being such a sub par human being? Your head is so far up your ass that you can literally taste your own uvula. Did you always know you wanted to be a poster child of mediocrity and douchebagness? I am pretty sure if every child were born like you, abortion would no longer be debatable. Your head is literally in your liver, and your thought process is skewed because of it.

Regular guy, fuckin' ready? Thad, there is nothing "regular" about you.

I am pretty sure that is the precise definition of a cock farmer.

You walk around claiming to be some supreme entity when in actuality you are the scum of the earth and nothing but a waste of food, air and skin. You seem to like to diss my look....well you should take lessons. You look like a before picture. You matter to no-one here. You're about as important as a white crayon. And I am not sure what is worse, your IQ or your hairline.

You are special, Duke, with a capital R. I'm not saying I hate you, but I would unplug your life support to charge my phone. And that pita bread body of yours? Jesus, you look like a calculator without the number buttons! Duke, mirrors can't talk, and luckily for you, they can't laugh either. I mean, I know this is like beating a dead horse at this point but my god Dukey, you look like a stepped on sand castle!

I guess nothing has changed, and it never will. You're predictable. I read you like a book. You claim you went "easy" on me because you didn't want to hurt a woman back then? That's a cop out, Thad, face it. You just weren't that good back then. I'll be honest, neither was I. We were both figuring shit out. The difference is, you're still not that good and I have risen to the level you've always wanted to be on. I've become a Queen, you're still stuck playing a Duke.

This match is mine to win. This belt is mine to hold. This company is mine to ascend through.......again.

Long Live The Queen.

Bow to her.