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Jenny Myst · (12-20-2017)

"Micheal.......poor sweet Micheal. I was actually going to go easy on you in this promo, but you just couldn't help yourself, could you? You just HAD to play the defense and try to save face while trying to make me look like a ditzy dumb blonde. Truth is, all you did was expose how much of a fuck up you truly are. I lured you in, and you fell for it. You went out of your way to point out me being a champion in a one woman division and had some choice words about it. Well, I ask you this....when have you ever commanded that type of respect? What you did, Graves, was take the second grade playground approach---although, maybe that isn't the correct analogy to use with you. I am trying to diss you, not excite you. But you get my point. You did the old "I can't have what she has, so I am going to make fun of it to hide my jealousy for it" trick. You want to throw dirt on my title and call it a joke when the only joke here is you. I bet you my entire signing bonus that if YOU had a belt and you had no competition, you would be bragging about it. You would have your hideous face all up in the camera patting yourself on the back and telling us all how good you are and expecting us to buy it. Slandering me, a true champion, just so you can feel better about yourself? I knew you were pathetic, but this is new low. This is bad even for you. I have heard my teammates giving me endorsements left and right. It is nice to see that Neville and Peter respect me, and not just because I am a team member but genuinely respect my accomplishments. Neville is easily the best Television Champion we have had in quite some time. Sorry Jimmy, but Neville is the real deal. Win or loss I am happy to have him on my team. You, Micheal, I wouldn't want you on my team if you paid me to. I don't roll with chokers.

But, the funny thing is, everyone seems to point out that the title eluded me for a month or two before I finally won it. Did you bother to do any research at all? I, in my quest for this belt, was never pinned. Abigail pinned Ezariaha and Kim Anderson tapped out to a double submission. The first one on one match I got for this belt, I won. What does that tell you? I have been a victim of other people's mediocrity but when my time to shine came, I burned brighter than the sun. You, Graves, had an opportunity and you blew it.........did you ever pursue it again? No. Chris took you to the woodshed and you ran and hid like scolded dog with your tail between your legs.....then offered him a slot in your stable so you could be closer to greateness. Me, as well. Back then, you didn't think much of me, did you? No. Why would you? I was unproven as a competitor. But now, Gravy, I am better in my 29 match career than you have been in 18 years. That kills you, doesn't it? It kills you that I have fought in less matches than you have years on your life and I am already transcending the industry while you sit by and wither away in pool of what could have been.

Men like Drew Archyle are so lost. He can't even insult me properly. Hell if I wasn't mistaken, I'd think he was flirting with me in some weird way. Drew how does it feel to be the least known member in this entire event? How does it feel to know that Chasm is a bigger household name than you are? How does it feel that APEX only added you because 3 is a more ascetically pleasing number than 2? You are the weak link, and you are going to be exposed at the Pay Per View. You are going to be the one who loses it for your team, because face it Drew, you are just filler. Stock. Here for the statistics and not because of any real talent. You're almost as useless as War Pig, who is the weak link in his group.

I find it funny that I am in a unique position here. I am so dominant in my field that there is nothing anybody can say about me other than having to do with my appearence. People can't say "Jenny Myst is such a great champion! She is untouchable!" so they have to talk about my sexual escapades and I have owned those time and time again. You know that I am that good when the harshest trash talk against me was from my own teammate, Neville, when he brought up the last time he and I were in the ring together. He was right, I wasn't ready to be on this level then.....but now, there is literally nothing anyone can say. I used to get so worked up over insults. I used to take them personally. Now, your insults are compliments because the way I look at it.....you only have haters when you have fans.

Everyone who hates me secretly adores me. Delusional? I think not. People are jealous of me. You ask any member of this roster save a few, and they would trade places with me in a heartbeat. To be a champion with no competition. I feel like the British Empire back in the day. I rule the world with an Iron Fist and if I want something, I go take it. I am a strong woman who takes no shit from anyone. I am a woman who handles her business and pulls no punches. I am a woman who has solidified my place as one of the best ever and I'd be open to debate you on that......because seriously, all of the trash talk is the SAME bullshit that everyone says......same bland, boring, vanilla crap. So, until someone has something substantial to say to me please stop wasting my time.

"Annnnnnnnnnd cut"

The director put the clapperboard to good use as Myst smiled a wicked smile.

"That should do it Ms. Myst. Thank you again."

Jenny flipped her hair and walked towards the catering table, where Megan had her coffee waiting.

"You better have gotten it right this time."

Megan handed it to her, and Jenny popped the top. Bringing it to her lips she slurped a bit, making it noticeable to everyone that she was drinking coffee. Jenny always had to be the center of attention.

Megan, who knows how Jenny is and is expected a verbal bashing here anyway, still felt goosbumps as the goddess of female wrestling lowered the cup.

She made eye contact with Megan, and it seemed to last forever.

"You're catching on, kid." Jenny smiled. "Now grab my bags, the driver should be here by now. I have places to go and people to see before the trip to Tokyo."

Megan nodded, gulping noticeably with relief.

Jenny wasn't a bad person, she just expected perfection in every facet of her life. She was important enough now where things needed to be precise and done on time. No more time for fuck ups in her life.

She had worked too hard to get this far.

Megan appeared with her bags and Jenny nodded towards the exit door. She had another promo shoot to go to.

Just then her phone rang.

"Umm....Jenn.....mind if I get this? Nobody calls this number unless it is important......."

Jenny ugh'd to herself with an eye roll. She signaled for the girl to drop the bags, then picked them up herself and walked towards the car. Megan answered the phone and pulled out her notepad.

About 10 minutes later, Jenny was in the limo, and in the middle of pouring herself another glass of champagne, when the door opened and Megan crawled in, looking white as a ghost.

"What happened, finally it puberty?"

Jenny had a sarcastic smile on her face. Megan was only 3 years younger than she was, what was with all the young jokes?

"Umm....Jenn......I just got some news."

"Your cat has cancer?"

"That's terrible......why would you joke about that?"

"Just spit it out, girl, gawd."

"That was XWF corporate. They have made some....well....changes to the War Games card."

"Changes?" Jenny asked with a tilt of the head. "What kind of changes?"

"Well......Chasm has been replaced......so has Soldier.....Chris's team....well.....they just got a lot stronger......."

Jenny set her glass down. "Who could they possibly have been replaced with? Damn near the entire roster is already participating."

"Chasm......he's been replaced by Scully and Soldier....well.......he is being substituted by James Raven!"

Jenny takes a second to soak this all in then takes another sip.

"Scully is a

who nobody takes seriously and Raven is the biggest waste of a champion since Scully was the top dog. That is not news.....and if it is, it is good news."

Megan fidgeted in her seat a bit.

"Well....there's more."

"Hit me......good news is always welcomed......"

"It's your team......Drezdin......"

"Oh thank god"

"No....its who they gave you......"

"Keep it coming"

Jenny swirled the drink in her glass and then took another sip.

"It's Robbie Bourbon................."

Jenny spit the champagne out all over the inside of the limo. She stared at Megan.

"You CAN'T be serious?!"

"I wish I wasn't."

"I'm sorry, but you just don't fit what we are looking for here......"

Another interview, another failure. Any shot at a normal life was quickly spiraling down the drain. Maybe all she was good at was taking her clothes off. The money was good, sure, but she wanted to better her life. She wanted to be something more. As she walked out she felt like her life may be over. It may be hopeless for her. Sometimes, maybe, it is just best to do what you are good at--even if your heart isn't in it anymore.

But why?

Why settle?

As she began to walk towards the bus station she looked into the ultra-blue Nevada sky. She just couldn't catch a break. She blamed her 'father'. Because of him, she had no people skills. She had really no skills at all, other than getting guys off. She wasn't qualified to be anything other than eye candy.

Even now, walking down a crowded Vegas street, she wore a skirt barely covering her ass, fishnets, a low cut crop top with the bra visible, and a pair of heels. She had stripper, or escort, or both, written all over her. They say never judge a book by its color. Bullshit. There is no other way to judge one. At least read the synopsis on the back......who just reads a book without at least some form of judgement about it? Have you just picked up a book on a whim and read it?

No you haven't. Stop lying.

Bartender, secretary, petty desk jobs of all sorts, banks, insurance.....none of them wanted her. Sure, they were all less money than she currently made, but at least in the eyes of modern society one of these jobs would be more accepted. But why settle? When had she ever settled? Had the idea of being "normal" finally wore her down? No. It wasn't that. Just thois job wasn't sustainable. It was a burn and turn business, and a girl could get fired and not be able to pay her rent because of something as simple as sneezing in front of a customer. Why risk something like that? She needed something more steady.

So as soon as she got back to the house, she began to look for jobs again and before she knew it, she was packed again and on her way to Carson City.

She was going to be a hostess, server, bartender, you name it. Carson City was a small enough city where anyone with any credentials would do. She was finally about to be a regular girl living a regular life.

As her car rumbled up the desert highway, however, she began to think. Was this really for her? Abandoning everyone she knows and everything she knew? She shifted gears again and accelerated, deciding that yes, maybe it was worth it. The tires crunched over the desert road and her eyes looked into the wavy heat that blurred the future in front of her.

She was always going to pursue a better life, it wasn't like her to be kept down.

Weeks went by, then months. Hell, she was there for half a year---though it felt like half a decade. Being in such a small town, a gambling town or not, she didn't like it. She couldn't sit still. Everyone here settled. They all knew each other--and each others business. Any time she blinked a boy in town she got bombared with questions. Plus, the people were weird. There were a lot of trailer parks on the outskirts of town and those people had like a weird religious cult thing.

She wasn't a fan.

This wasn't her life.

But what else did she have?

Jenny left her job in Carson City. She needed more, wanted more, always looking for more. Better life, better life.

More money.

Better life.

The next day Jenny was on the ground again. There were white rings around her nostrils and her eyes were glossy. Money flew up in the air when she hit the deck like a child throwing leaves in the air in the autumn.

She scrambled to get back to at least all fours.

"You're nothing, and you're always going to be nothing."

Using the table to pick herself up, she begins to talk downstairs.

TBC

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