It had been a few days since the crazy episode of Savage went down and Ash’s voice mail was blowing up. No one could believe the girl they knew could take such a dark turn. Many of the messages spoke with concern, even remorse like the caller felt it was their fault she dove into such a place as she was now. Did they constantly shove their winnings in her face? Did they constantly taunt her every time she was beaten?
The answer of course was no. No one was to blame but that bitch and this organization, she thought to herself. She showed them what she was made of Saturday though, didn’t she. She could have melted pretty Jenny’s face with that torch, but she went for something Jenny loves more than anything else. That god damned belt! Even to just scorch it’s shiny metal surface was so satisfying. Hearing her getting upset as she let her hatred just explode in that ring, hell that was almost better than any pinfall.
As she was listening to her dozens of voice mails, one caught her attention almost immediately. No it had nothing to do with her car’s extended warranty. It was from her good friend Vivian, known to the XWF family as Halocen.
“Girl it’s Viv. I was checking in, to make sure you are ok. That last segment Saturday didn’t look like my best friend at all. That was something ugly. Something dark. If you’re pissed at that walking STD factory that’s one thing. You hop on the phone and we talk it out for a few. Instead I flip on the TV and it looked like you were going to burn her Maybelline caked face off. That is not my friend. Call me.”
Ash sat down in the nearby chair head in her hands. No the Ash we saw at Savage was not her. Truth be told it should have been though from the beginning. If the Queen of the Ashes had been around from day number one Jenny and all the others would not have taken advantage of her “good nature” in the first place. They would have given her the respect she deserved and still deserved.
Aligning with the Left Hand started as simply a means to an end. Back up in her quest to knock the prissy ass down a peg or two. Who couldn’t use a little help right? It turned into so much more. That Baphomet was something above and beyond. He brought out the best in you, the hard core dark side. It was that side that brought out this incredible singular focus. Just listening to him speak was a thing of beauty.
He had a way of convincing you that you should do just this one little thing and you will be able to do whatever you need. Looking at it from the outside it could be construed as something it was not. It was simply a group where each person had an agenda that the others helped them complete. Cult! Not hardly! No Kool Aid to drink here. No one was getting a swaistka tat on their forehead any time soon. At least she hoped not. A tat like that would really clash with a lot of outfits.
No Manson he was not. Murder was not on the agenda. This was akin to an AA meeting not a cult handing out paper flowers at the airport. Ash could almost she herself standing in front of a group, all with rapidly cooling coffee in their hands. “Hi my name is Ash and I’m a pissed off bitch. I’ve been a pissed off bitch for like 4 months now….” You know how the rest goes.
Saturday and all it’s good and bad had come and gone however. Now The Left Hand and Ash herself had to figure out how to turn bold sweeping moves into something more. The group needed to grab hold and solidify that hold, making sure the name Left Hand did what it was supposed to. Strike fear. Not to be laughed at, Ash had enough of that to last a life time.
Each member had a match this week and a clean sweep of all matches decisively would show that this group that laid waste to Savage is a force and not just a piss shot into the wind. Each one raising a left hand in victory would squash all criticism, all of those still laughing. I have not stopped Ash thought, I have only started to watch this place burn in front of me.

Now we focus on my match. I am stepping out there this week to destroy one Sebastian Drake. Once again I really don’t know much about this guy. It seems to be a running theme in my matches. That doesn’t matter though, I am focused, I am determined and I will not let the unknown stop me from attaining my ultimate goal. That goal being showing all those doubters out there I am a legitimate competitor and not just a fluke with one win.
There are other fish to fry down the road. Specifically one Crayzee Childs. Before my match her and her running buddy Scarlett decided it would be fun to jump me. Since then I have done everything short of sending up flares to get her to shake off the ring rust and step up to the plate. You can’t come back after months away and do what she did then run away. It’s just amateur hour stuff in my opinion. If I had just stepped back in the building and gone after a particular target, I would be tugging against my chain to get in there and tear the house down. But that’s just me. Obviously, Crayzee has other plans.