Post by Everybody Hates Jenny Myst on Jul 15, 2023 16:55:12 GMT -5
Change is hard.
Jenny stood in the full length mirror in her North Las Vegas condo, staring at the bruised body she’d become accustomed to. This hardcore thing had taken a toll on her. Being the X-Treme champion, and getting to choose any hardcore stipulation her deranged mind could muster, for almost three months had caught up to her.
Three months of the most brutal, twisted, diabolic matches in the history of that beleaguered promotion, and all she had to show for it were the bruises. Screwed before she had a shot at the briefcase (because, let's be honest, she WOULD have won and WOULD have cashed in on Mark Flynn), all she has are stories, memories, nightmares.
It was after that match that she chose to come here. She sought out Chris Page and the two hashed out their differences, agreeing that the more talent he could accumulate, the better. Despite reputation.
She twirled around a couple times, fingering the bruises on her legs, hips, midsection.
Next to her, on the far side of the room, were large boxes filled with her things. Some of them were taped closed, some were open–yet to be sealed.
All of them said “JENNY” in purple crayon. Many of the letters were crooked, as if she had written them sitting down.
Change is terrifying, but rewarding at the same time. Change is needed, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Jump from the frying pan, into the fire, yaknow?
There was music playing from somewhere in the condo, and a Lease Termination agreement was sitting on the kitchen table. She didn’t know where she was going to go, and something about that was exhilarating to her.
The fear of the unknown was a rush.
The longer she stayed in North Vegas, the more her past would be smack in the middle of her future. Obstruction of justice, the way she saw it.
Her justice had yet to be served.
She smiled, for the first time in a long time, at the image looking back at her in the mirror.
It was like the countdown on New Years Eve, waiting in anticipation of unexpected things to come.
She sighed, looking at the boxes.
This was going to be a chance for her to wipe the slate clean, detox, if you will. Let the sludge ooze from her pores, and feel the cold breeze on her skin. She bit her lip…..
She couldn’t put a finger on it, but she felt good.
For once.
“I’d better get some clothes on,” she sighed, “the truck will be here soon.”
After a shower and getting changed, she stared into the mirror again for what she wondered could be the last time.
She smiled.
“Last week, the spotlight. This week, dark match. A new start, a new opportunity, and the same Vinnie Lane level of booking incompetencies. The legendary Jim Caedus and his side piece to Napoleon Dynamite with down syndrome. From the biggest names in wrestling, to someone whose first name is “Milk”. The chiseled veteran with a body like Zeus to this week facing a man who looks like the "hip" and "cool" art teacher who makes offhandedly sexual comments to the attractive girls in class, shows movies on Fridays and suddenly gets fired halfway through the school year. The lesbian Joe Dirt. You must have a room temperature IQ to even begin to think he deserves to be in the same building as me, much less the ring. This dude definitely lives with his parents and calls them his “roommates”. So maybe it’s that time to show this rapidly disappointing ‘wrestling’ promotion exactly what good promotion truly is. Time to show them who I am.
It’s time I do what I do best.
It’s time I burn this motherfucker to the ground.
But it is also time, for once in my career, that I challenge myself. It is about time I look in the mirror and say “Damnit, Jen, do it for yourself this time.” My entire life I have been living up to the standards and expectations put onto me because of my association with Chris Chaos. I have been expected to be the best and I’ll admit I was thrust into a battle I wasn’t ready for. Until now. I’ve always been able to skate by on good looks and serviceable talent, being in the right spots at the right times. I’ve never had the same goals and aspirations as Chris. He wants to see the world burn and is hell bent on domination of everything and everyone. Me? Hell, I just wanted to be noticed. I wanted the camera’s, the paparazzi, the fans wearing my tee-shirts. I wanted my face on the programs, and to sign a TV deal to do commercials. I wanted what I never had growing up. Here we are, over eight years in, and I have done it all. Everything I could have dreamed of and more.
But that only satisfied me on the surface.
Deep down, there was a fire burning in me that I couldn’t put out. Still can’t. Every beating I took, every failure I wallowed in, every negative press article or word-of-mouth reputation defamation I was a part of, I took it all and asked for more. Failure is what drove me to want to succeed more. There was something missing that I just couldn’t put a perfectly manicured nail on.
I finally have.
All of the accomplishments in my career, all of the legends I have knocked down like bowling pins (including the owner of this company–took the TV Title from him too, I might add), it just doesn’t matter until you win a world championship.
THAT’S the benchmark. That’s the notch on the old belt that I don’t have. All of the champions I have big ol’ W’s over mean jack squat when they have that ace-in the hole, that trump card. They have had a world title, and I haven’t. Even seeing Centurion’s smug mug in TV here, I can’t say “hahaha I beat you to win the TV Title Charlie Nickels thought he was too good for”, because all Centurion has to say is “scoreboard.” He’s a legend, and has held more world titles than I have had fashion shoots. Same with Chris Page. Both wins for lil ol’ Jenny, both a mosquito bite for them. Biggest matches of my life, a minor stumble on their daily stroll. I go from a big time match on the hottest wrestling show on the planet to a walking vasectomy promo holding a twin sai. You see why I am a little perturbed now? Why I am a bit insulted? Because maybe I feel like I did something wrong to deserve this? Maybe I feel like I need to reinvent myself? Maybe I feel I’ve hit my ceiling and now it’s time to break it all down and glue the pieces back together? Maybe this is it, and I’ve accomplished all I am ever going to accomplish and it’s time to hang up the converse, sit back with a Mailbu Bay Breeze and wait for the hall of fame phone call to come? As a presenter, silly, don’t get too ahead of yourselves.
Maybe now is the time I slow down and re-focus.
Maybe it is time I stop relishing in my accomplishments (did I mention I have beaten both Centurion AND Chris Page?) and start from scratch, making all new ones. Stop expecting and start setting expectations. A new company with new talent, some familiar faces, and a new journey of dominance to begin. This is an opportunity for me to do big things. To turn some heads to open some eyes…..
To gouge his out and feed them to him.
Would I do something like that? I guess you’ll have to see.
I am starting over, and I am okay with it. No more expectations, no more demands. Make my way up like a greenie, like I did back in 2016, and show the entire world that it wasn’t the XWF that made Jenny Myst, it was Jenny Myst that made the XWF.
Welcome, WGWF, to you're own personal hell."