STILL STANDING

The flashbacks of her match against Roxy had played through her mind like a film with the fast forward button stuck on. The pain, the blood.......female bodies twisted and mangled in one of the most violent matches this year. A match that may very well have taken a year or two off the end of her career. Hell, it could have taken current years off.

As the bright lights of Vegas passed her by, she could hear the horns from the street bands. She was leaving the land that shaped her and was off to pursue new things. She was ready to leave this all behind. She could hear "Pick Up The Pieces" by AWB in her head as the lights of Vegas disappeared over the horizon and she laid her head back, closing her eyes.

24 Hours Earlier:

Jenny winced with tears in her eyes as the ER doctors were finishing stitching her. She had cuts and bruises all over her body. She cried out as glass was pulled from her skin.

Through the wall in the other room she could hear Roxy doing the same. Both women were in a great deal of pain. She closed her eyes.

****Jenny slaps the wooden floor in frustration. Roxy is still relatively motionless. Jenny climbs up on the stage and she grabs one of the wireless microphones off the DJ booth. Jumping down she picks up Roxy by the hair. She swings the mic and cracks Roxy in the face. She stumbles back and out of the karaoke room and back into the main dining room. Jenny follows her, cracking her in the back of the head again. She stumbles to one knee near the front door. Jenny goes to grab Roxy again and the savvy veteran reverses. BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR!

Jim Ross: BAW GAWD! THAT KILLED HER! JENNY MYST HAS TO BE TORN TO SHREDS! ***

"Ahhhhiiee" as another rather long piece of glass was pulled and the sterilizing alcohol went on. The doctors began to stitch again. She looked over at Chris. She knew Vinnie was in the other room with Roxy. She knew they came to the hospital together to see their respective SO's. He was watching intently, shaking his head.

***Picking up Jenny, she walks her around the car by her hair. Myst can barely stand. Looking at her she kisses Jenny on the forehead and whips her into the door, knocking it off it's hinges and sending her crashing.

"Somebody stop this! These women are taking years off their careers!"

"Can we get to the bra and panties fall already?"

Roxy walks through the wreckage. Jenny is a twisted mess. But Roxy doesn't want to pin her. She has a little blood trickling from her lip after the shot from the microphone.

Roxy picks up Jenny by the hair. She doesn't see that Jenny has a piece of glass from the door in her hand. She slashes out of instinct, cutting a ribbon strip into the purple outfit of Roxy. Jenny, moving solely out of adrenaline, shoves Roxy back to the hood of the car and sits her on top. Roxy grabs Jenny's head and slams it onto the hood. Roxy crawls into the car and opens the other door. She grabs Jenny by the hair and walks her around to the other side of the car. Setting her up again she whips Jenny into the other door! There is a huge thud as she goes crashing. The door comes off and Jenny goes with it. Roxy smiles, and covers.***

The bruises would leave eventually. The stitches would leave scars. And she would grow stronger. When the doctors finished, she laid back, the little paper-plastic covering on the bed crinkling under her.

"You feeling okay?" Chris asked. Dumb question, of course she wasn't feeling okay.

"Roxy and I beat the shit out of each other. I expected this. I knew this was coming......"

She coughed a bit, wincing.

"But through it all, I am still standing........."

Chris grinned, "well, right now you are laying."

"Shut up", she rolled her eyes and laid her head back.

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The black Lincoln Town Car pulled up the Stoney Creek Hotel and Conference Center in Independence, Missouri. It was a damn near 4 hour flight from Las Vegas, and sitting in those cramped airplane seats when even existing hurts is not a pleasant experience.

When it finally rolls to a stop, the driver door opens. A shortish man in a suit gets out, tipping his cap down to shade his eyes a little better from the Midwestern sun, and walked around the car. His patent leather shoes clicked on the cobblestone as he made his way to the back passenger side door.

Opening the door, a black yoga pant laden leg and white and pink Nike shoe laden foot stepped out.

The rest soon followed. Jenny, with a grey XWF tee and her hair tied back in a pony tail. She was walking a bit gingerly, but had a smile on her face nonetheless.

"Robert....grab my bag. That was a long trip. I need to pee."

She made her way into the hotel as the man in the suit and hat wheeled her pink bag through the revolving front doors.

She met him at the front desk. The receptionist was pretty, but she wasn't on Jenny's level. "Ms. Sambuca, we are glad to have you staying with us. You're in the deluxe presidential suit, room 602. Enjoy your stay."

"I can take it from here Rob," she grabbed the bag handle from him. "I'll see you this week to bring me to the arena."

He nodded and tipped his cap as Jenny limped to the elevator.


The video feed comes on from Jenny's hotel room in Independence, Missouri. She is sitting on the bed, with a big smile. She has makeup on, but appears to be in sleep clothes--a loose fitting tee and we catch a glimpse of only boy-short panties on the bottom when she shifts a bit to adjust the camera. Pink boy-short panties. Perfection.


She smiles and looks at the camera. It looked like a weight had been lifted from her, but there was still a deep rooted emotion in her eyes.....deep rooted........evil.

She laughs sarcastically to herself.

"Oh how the tables have turned. I go from being the underdog and the inexperienced rookie to the odds on favorite in the course of a week. Hell, they even mentioned me and my ascension on the card! After my battle with Roxy at the Pay Per View, where unfortunately I came out on the losing end, I have become more prepared than ever for a match like this. Last woman standing.....

What does that mean? That means I get to beat on two other meat sheaths until they can't get up. Until a 10 count passes them by. Now that all the pain of my past came to a head in my childhood bar/restaurant, I can focus on improving and getting better. I can focus on boosting my career and work on becoming the best female wrestler ever to grace an XWF ring.

Roxy, now out of the hospital I assume, is too busy wiping Vinnie's tears and fondling his baby carrot in a last ditch attempt to keep him from drinking a gallon of Clorox, so the women's division is now MINE......and mine alone. Ezariaha and Madison Dyson now have to earn their stripes. Nothing is handed to you here. Nothing is easy. I was thrown to the sharks when I decided to stop being simply a valet for Chris......and now ladies......

She laughs a bit to herself and pushes her hair back behind her shoulder with a quick hand movement.....

I AM THE SHARK.

She laughs a bit to herself again.

"Ezariaha is a big bitch, comparatively, at 5'7 and damn near 160 pounds. But it's okay, Jessalyn, you don't need to worry........it is 2017 now and people are a lot more accepting. Plus size women are the new thing.....they had a march about it this spring. Your body is only material, as gross as it is, and it is who you are inside that makes you. Isn't that the new millennial mantra? So go ahead, Jessalyn, eat up all the plates of chili on spaghetti that you can and relax. It will all work out for you someday. Just not this day. But I bet you will look sooooo cute for your little debut! Your pair of Lane Bryant leather ring pants and Wal-Mart haircut...I bet the Missouri rednecks in the crowd will love a sneak peak at XWF's new woman on the roster.....more curves than an Alaskan back road and a face you could cut a roast on......

And she still looks better than most of their wives. At least you have that going for you, Jessalyn. You'll be like the 185th hottest woman in this god forsaken state. You aren't ready for what you are about to step into. It wouldn't matter who you were facing.....last one standing matches are brutal and career altering....but in this one you just so happen to be facing a bitch that just won't stay down. A bitch who has been beaten down her entire life and has a stockpile of pain to dip into. I mean hell, you couldn't even get the job done against Jody Madrox, the XWF's resident ambiguously female man wrestler. You whispered in his ear, hit him with a newspaper, and expected a random fan to count him down. You're gonna need to bring a lot more than that, sweetheart. Everything is legal in this match. There are no limits to what I can and can't do to you....and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. I can and will rip every hair out of your head if I need to.

Madison Dyson......the tough bitch ultra-conservative who's known for being ruthless and rather shallow in her world views. She's known for her "withering" promos and scathing judgments of those who oppose her. Blah, blah, blah. She is greener than I am. Barney Green has taken shits more intimidating than her. Hell, I probably have. Period shits are no joke......

So if this is some sort of statement, some sort of punishment.....heh.....try again boys. This is foreplay....and you know every girl loves some foreplay.

Laughing to herself, she picks up a glass of wine from off screen and takes a sip, swirling the liquid in the glass.

Ahhhhh. Only the finest. I am for all intents and purposes the Women's Champion. I look to prove that on Warfare. I get to take two bottom card nobody bimbos and make them my bitches. I get to finally be the one who is pushing people around, not getting pushed. For once, I get to be the bully. All 5 feet, 100 pounds of me. But like they say, "Never Judge A Book By Its Cover", right? I think I showed at High Stakes what I am able to do, what I am able to inflict. I made Roxy suffer. I showed my worth, earned my stripes, and showed the world exactly who Jenny Myst is. I learned from the best. After nearly 8 months of managing Chris Chaos, I picked up many things along the way that can be useful. Lil Miss Myst is going to be the last bitch standing when the wreckage clears.....

When that bell rings and Tigs gets on that microphone, all you will see is bodies strewn about, blood, sweat, most likely tears.....and among it all will be one thing and one thing only.......the only thing left standing.........still standing........

PERFECTION"

Taking another sip of the wine she laughs to herself again with a big smile, flashing the pearly whites. Reaching in, she shuts off the camera.

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