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Jenny Myst · (07-28-2017)

The Diva Of The Damned

"You know.....just a few weeks ago I was questioning if this was even for me. I was in a bad place. I had a lot of memories running through this fucked up head of mine, and I was losing all the matches that weren't against the bottom of the barrel. I had dropped three straight, and I was an inch away from going back to being a valet and saying fuck it. But then something clicked in me. Madison pushed me over the edge. She brought me to the edge of that cliff, and shoved me off.

Then I saw Chris, and what he had been through. I watched him rise to fame never before seen here in such a short amount of time. Then I watched it all come crashing down. I was here for the entire thing, and I watched what he did. He could have taken his ball and went home like Reno. He could have caused a scene like Gilmour. But he didn't. He is a champion at heart, and a professional. He was upset, sure, but he kept chugging on. And look at him now, he just beat the number one contender to the Universal Title.

Look at me now, I have won four straight and right now and the odds on favorite to hold that bombshell title. The momentum is shifting. We ARE going to win this tournament, and we ARE going to be Tag Team Champions.

But first.....we have these two sideshow acts themselves, in Panzer and Pyscho. Where does it say Panzer is billed from? The Pysche of a Broken Mind? Do you hear that sound, Panzer? It's the sound of no one caring. The fact that no one understands you doesn't make you and artist. It makes you a freak. And I think I showed all too well last week when I jumped off that ladder what I do to freaks around here. The ONLY freak here will be in the sheets, and it will be ME. I am going to eliminate all others. Panzer, Pyscho, you don't intimidate me anymore. You don't scare me. You inspire my inner serial killer. You inspire the feelings I felt when I left that pile of bodies, including my own father, deep in the desert of Nevada. You inspire the type of violence even I didn't know I was capable of. You want to get down and dirty.....well I am always down to get dirty."

"You two losers are not even on my radar. I know Chris said not to take anyone lightly, and he knows why from experience, but I have bigger dreams and higher goals that kicking around the bottom of the XWF roster. I want to see that look in Doc's eyes when little old me holds up one of his title belts. I want the fame, the glory, the accolade. You, pssht, simply a stepping stone. You are simply a bump in the road. Well consider me the blonde steam roller, because I swear with everything I have I will flatten you. Both of you. Chris gave me carte blance who do all of the talking here, one, because I am good at it, but two, because he really has nothing to say. This means more to him than either of you ever will, and he is focused on Engy and his piss promos. Big things are happening for us right now so he told me to handle his light work for him. That I am doing. Light work. No weight nothings.

She licks her lips and blows a kiss.

"So bring everything you have. Bring every weapon in your arsenal, because with Chris by my side there is nothing I feel I can't do and nobody I feel I can't beat. I have been reborn, in a sense. The Diva of the Damned is back, and this time I am coming for a few heads on a few stakes. In this case, it will be yours. Chris killed AX3, I killed BX3, and now it is time to kill the Pyscho Circus...burn it to the fucking ground and step over the ashes.

I may have been beaten, torn down, and left for dead but believe you me....the BITCH is BACK. And I am coming for blood......

Oh yesssssss......there will be blood."

The Diva Of The Damned

Walking away from the carnival side show, there were sirens blaring from all directions. The entire tent was on fire. Jenny and Chris walked away as if nothing happened, because in their eyes, nothing did.

These freaks deserved everything they got. They were nothing but objects for people to make fun of, now, if anything, they put them out of their misery. Just like this week on Savage. They were going to take two freaks and burn their entire world down.

As the screams came within the tent, she squeezed his hand. She had done the right thing. If anyone knew what was in those jars, they wouldn't blame her either.

All the thoughts that Chris had wanted her to avoid came back in a rush like a dam had broke. She squeezed his hand tighter. She could still see that sterile room, all white, with lights that were far, far too bright. She squinted her eyes, just as she had squinted them almost a decade before. The nervousness, and fear, and everything else came back to her. She could still hear the crackle of the paper that covered the seat. The crunch of the fair dirt reminded her of this.

The building that sat---she could see all the windows from the road. She didn't want to go in, but she knew she had to. She wondered if people looked out and thought they could never face going back out. The horrors that took place in that building.

How could anybody be allowed to work there?

She had said from the time she left that one day she would burn that place to the ground. That was a decision she WOULDN'T regret.

She had to try everything in her power not to remember. But then, as she began to walk away she thought to herself......she didn't even need to try.......

She made something of herself and that is all that matters.

"I love you" she said to Chris. He looked over at her and nodded.

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