"A boxing match? Really? A damn boxing match? I turned down Atara's stupid Christmas tree star idea and THIS is what they come up with? This truly is a gimmick Savage, because this 'match' is ridiculous. 12 three minute rounds? Hell, some professional BOXERS don't even go 12 three minute rounds. Someone *cough Vinnie cough* just wants to see the two hottest women on the roster bounce around a ring and punch each other senseless. It's typical male small dick energy. Runs rampant in this place.

My duty as a champion is to show up and show out, however, so I am going to come out on TV and do what I do best: win.

Atara may think she has the advantage due to her background, but does anyone remember when she was in her last 'fight'? She got her ass handed to her by XWF 'legend' James Raven. You know, the 'legend' I've never lost to? The 'legend' I have beaten three times? Atara was outclassed by James and she is going to be flat out embarrassed by me. Am I a boxer? By no means. Can I pack a punch? You better believe it. I have a little added motivation as well, seeing as the Themis family decided they wanted to target me. I have a little added motivation because Atara Themis has made her top priority to discredit my accomplishment and whine about how the belt is hers. Sure, Roxy handed it to you, but she knew what was coming. She could read the future like a crystal ball, and she knew you'd do the one thing you'd do best.

You'd fail.

Yes, Roxy knew you'd fail. She knew that she could kickstart the divsion by handing you a belt you didn't earn so that you'd drop it at the first possible opportunity, giving the other competitors in this division a little hope. She knew you'd be the perfect one to start with the belt because nobody take you as a top contender seriously. If I had been the first to win it, we wouldn't have a women's division. Tried and true. If I was handed that belt, I'd still be sitting in the same position I am today as the champion, only I'd be a Queen watching over a solo kingdom. The division would have folded like dominoes because there isn't a single 'superstar' with a Y chromosome on this roster that can beat me. I know it, they know it, she knew it. But by giving you the belt, knowing you'd disappoint in the biggest monet (its kind of your specialty), it gave the opportunity to establish someone that the rest of the divsion could chase. It set up a good story. Who could knock off Madison Dyson when Atara coughs up another hairball? It gave ME the opportunity to swoop in and do what I do best.

Yes, just like always, it gave me the opportunity to win.

Now, I am public enemy number one. I am the target, I am the fuel to the flames of the XWF's hottest division. I am the coal that gets the fire started. Without ME, there would be NO women's division, but it had to happen the way it did. I had to prevail over Madison, I had to get the fans on my side as the scrappy underdog, doing things on her own for the first time in four years, and I had to win the hearts of the viewers and the respect of the locker room.

Then I had to burn it to the fucking ground.

Had I been HANDED the belt, like you had, people would respect me even less. People wouldn't feel like I deserved to be the champion, they'd look at the belt as a joke (much like the did in the weeks following Leap of Faith), like they did with the Bombshell Title, and then nobodies like Ashes and Lysol would be stuck getting their asses kicked by subpar talent instead of getting it kicked by ME. ME being champion gives them a drive, a hope, gives this belt some clout and gives them a reason to take it seriously. Atara, if you were handed this belt and managed by some grace of god to keep it, it would be defunct again before Valentine's day. That's not me being a bitch, that's just me stating the facts.

So now, after weeks of heat, a cowardly attack on me last week, and the only feud worth watching in this entire dripping puss ball of a company, I have to step into a boxing ring with you. For what reason? What does it prove? What heat does it further? What does it do besides soften you up for the worst ass kicking of 2021? It is essentially pointless other than to give men who can't get laid an opportunity to watch Savage and fantasize. That's all this is.

But then again, that's all you are, isn't it? A toy, an object, a plaything for all of the men on the roster, and at home, who give you even a single ounce of attention. That's what you do, Atara. You sell yourself short for the attention of men. You flaunt your body, you tease them mercilessly in hopes of a compliment, and then you lose a match and find another sucker to leech off of. I do this for the pride of this belt, you do this for the attention. That is why we are different. Winning this belt was a publicity stunt for you, winning it for me was a second lease on life. You have it all.....movie roles, modeling contracts, TV shows, magazines, you name it. ALL I have is this belt, and thanks to Tommy Romeo being somewhat competent, a shoe line. You CLAIM this belt means everything to you, but what you meant to say is that people's opinion of you means everything to you. Having this title makes you feel like you mean something more than a sticky memory on a magazine page, it makes you feel like all your years of selling out was worth while. You don't really WANT this belt, you just want other people to see you with it. Since Tommy proved himself somewhat competent, I have put him on another assignment. We should, if he does his job (not holding my breath), have a major announcement on December 26th. An announcement that will change the landscape of the XWF women's division for the foreseeable future. But until that point comes, all I have to look forward to is to making your face into mashed potatoes. Until that time, I have been trying to find an angle, an avenue, a reason to even bother showing up to the funny speaking toilet bowl known as Montreal. It wasn't until I was watching my own highlight clips to pick out which ones I want for the new entrance video that it finally hit me-pun intended. It finally dawned on me.

Atara you are going to represent everyone who told me I couldn't do it. Everyone who looked down on me and thought all I'd ever be good at is being pretty. Every punch I throw, I'll see Abigail. Every punch, I'll see Miss Michelle. Nemesis, Mercy, Ezariah, Jessalyn, both of the Sugay bitches. Every single punch will be for every time I cried in that locker room because I thought I wasn't good enough to be a factor here. Every time I make contact with your face I am making contact with the years of low self esteem and confidence, making contact with your face is for every single Jenny Myst has been given the short end of the stick.....and am gonna do what I ALWAYS do......come out of the shit smelling like top dollar perfume. Every time I hit you out there, Atara, I am going to picture Roxy Cotton and the tattoo machine, the time she handed the belt to my competitor on purpose to mess with me, and the time she beat me in my own match, in my home town. Boxing is not my forte, that's for sure, but being a fighting champion I will rise up to any challenge thrown my way, for the title or not. I will eliminate any and all competition until I am the only one left standing. I am going to bring the XWF to its knees, force it to grovel in front of me, because a Queen has to earn her respect.

I have a plan, and that plan involves being the Shooting Star Champion going into 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024.......I am never going to drop this belt and it damn sure won't be to you....and it damn sure won't be at Snow Job....I've made sure of that.

Oh, and if your whore of a sister gets involved again.....I am going to make she sure leaves with her nose sideways also. Bank on that. Your sister has that perpetual dumb look on her face. She looks like type of girl who flirts with McDonald's workers for free food, then still has to end up eating from the dumpster. I mean, honestly, I am doing you a favor here, Atara. You have the face of a chemo patient, if your hair wasn't so greasy I'd think it was a cheap wig. Atara, that look of yours......you think its cute? The glasses say "I want to be taken seriously...", the bangs say ".... from behind." You look like the spokesperson for awkward blowjobs. You look like you’ve been stung on the lips by a jellyfish. After I get done with you, you're gonna wish it was a jellyfish.

You look like every girl I went to high school with who was just cute enough to get a pass but just finished shooting dope because they're pregnant. I see that future in store for you, Atara. Based on your track record, that's a compliment.

Low standards don't really make you a whore, people want to fuck whores...mostly I just want to put you to work in a field. My field. Outside my castle. In my kingdom.

Better book that orthdontist appointment now, they book up quickly over the holidays.

Merry Fucking Christmas, bitch.

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The pink sports car pulls up behind the warehouse in South Las Vegas. Standing there, in jeans and a collared shirt with newish white Adidas sneakers, a nervous-looking Tommy Romeo wrung his hands together. _Putting the car in park, the door flung open from the drivers side. From the passenger window, Sarina Hazard grilled him.

Jenny Myst gets out of the driver side, wearing a pair of leggings with a halter top. On her feet, a pair of her super cute MYSTique sandals.

She walks right up to him, her style aggressive as usual.

"Did you get it done?!"

He begins to stammer a bit "I...uh....Jen.....we met.....and...."

She snaps her fingers in his face, telling him to get the shit out of his mouth and focus.

"I gave you one job, Tommy. One simple job.......I mean I could have asked you to walk and chew gum at the same time, but I wanted to give you a task I thought you could handle"

He digs in his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper.

"Jen, I am working on it....look......."

He hands her the sheet, and she snatches it from him. Her eyes follow the words right to left on the paper.

When she is done, she rolls her eyes and slaps it on his chest.

"You have until Saturday, Tommy. Grow some balls, prove your worth as an agent, and start making the only signee you have that's worth a shit your top priority!"

He goes to say something but she cuts him off.

"5 days, Tommy. 5 days to get your shit together or you're fired, and I am still keeping the shoe line."

She turns and walks away, getting into the driver seat of the sports car and shutting the door hard. The engine revs as she puts it in gear and Sarina gives him the peace sign from the passenger seat as the car peels off.

Tommy, looking aggravated now, mumbles to himself...."what the fuck have I gotten myself into....."

His phone rings, its Erin.