Post by Jenny__F'n__Myst on May 22, 2023 2:33:28 GMT -5
Eight years in the XWF, you’ll understand this concept..
Jenny Myst is this type of person. Love it or hate it, Jenny Myst is a frigid bitch. But she is royalty in the wrestling world. Some of the world's most fearless leaders are just that.....fearless. Fuck your judgments, fuck your opinions, fuck your feelings.
Part of being royalty is not letting yourself get taken advantage of. You need to be two steps ahead of everyone else around you.
The most important piece on the chess board is the queen.
When you are building an empire, you cannot let the empire build you. Foundations crumble, fences snap. Barricades can be broken down. An entire company turned on its ear, and who came out of the shit smelling like roses? Jenny. Fucking. Myst. She stabbed everyone left on that fading roster outside her beau who actually, at one point or another, cared about her right in the back then twisted the knife.
Good, fuck 'em.
There is no more room left at the top.
Jenny had played the entire roster like a fiddle. It was the most success she had ever had in her career, and it really wasn't even that difficult. They liked it because it was different, not because it was any better. Simple minds. Now, she only competes on Pay Per Views, has the biggest contract in OCW history, and is the sole reason this company even still has its lights on. The free agent signing of the decade. Marcus Welsh's last crusade. Why? Because they don't have anyone else to fill the shoes? No. Because she is the best asset this roster has. The money maker, the ass shaker, the dream of every man and the nightmare it turns into. Medusa, Caligula, Madame Jekyll, Andromeda.
Monsters aren't just men.
When you look at your life, you have to ask what you want out of it. You have given yourself the opportunity to be as successful as possible, you don't have time to concern yourself with those you deem below you. If your a true ruler, then everyone should be deemed below you. People are going to accuse, ridicule, and belittle you. Jealousy is a hell of a drug. Envy is intolerable.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Jenny Myst was nothing but a foster girl that nobody wanted. Bouncing from family to family, often homeless, abused sexually and tortured mentally and emotionally. She was nothing but a shunned 'rebel' with poor moral traits and an affinity for the unusual. Experimenting with drugs and covered in self harm scars. There is no reason why Jenny should be where she is. No reason on planet earth. Luck? No, luck is for the people who don't believe. Luck is for the hopeless. A little makeup and a set of fake tits give you some hope. Jenny had some hope before, but it wasn't enough. Success and hope aren't good bed-fellows.
Success is the best revenge.
Here she was, self-made from dust. Everything she is, everything she does, everything she stands for, is her. Most of the alsorans? They are still trying to figure out their lives. They have goals, they have plans. Plans are for people who aren't confident. If you want something, go get it, no matter how spontaneous. Jenny had never thought about being a double champion, but now she had an opportunity and she was going to seize it. Why not? Competitors have thrown words like "cocky" around. Jenny isn't cocky, she's confident. When you tell her she's the best, it's a compliment. When she stands in that ring in Los Angeles, holding both titles above her head, she will be the rags to riches tale that the storybooks write about. It doesn't matter who steps into that ring at Access Denied, they will be reduced to being just a human, a mere mortal. A loser.
Nothing is impossible.
Jenny Myst would sit atop her throne. Rule supreme. The OCW is her kingdom now. Her shiny, golden castle. She will rule with an iron fist. Any opposers will get the guillotine. A ruthless leader. Fuck democracy, this shit is a dictator ship. Jenny Myst has spent her entire life looking at people who had placed themselves above her, and now the tables had flipped and the degree is 180. Now people will look to her for guidance, advice, permission. Jenny Myst is the Queen. She had spent far too much time on her knees, and now it was time she pay it back. For once in her life she felt.........
Royal.
“At this point, I am not sure if Tamika is trying to protect me, or protect the rest of the roster from me. She knew this move was coming and she knew exactly what she was getting by bringing me on board. Last show, it was a gauntlet match for a title that doesn’t have the word “world” in front of it, with clusterfuck stipulations and no real clear winner. It was a crapshoot. Now, I am told by my publicist that I am not booked at Access Denied 2? “Oh, but it’s okay Jen, there is a battle royal to open the show with a surprise prize attached to it and anyone can sign up! It’ll be a great way to get your name out there! Like totes, omg!”
My name is already bigger than this entire fucking company, you vapid bitch.
I hired her during my “crazy” phase over there in the Voldemort of wrestling promotions, and now I just don’t have the heart to let her go. Poor thing.
Anyways. Yeah, so, not booked. Who does the booking around here, anyways? Is it Tammy? She’s always been a hand in the cookie jar type, wanting to be involved in everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply slipped her mind, nor would I be surprised if she was being a vindictive bitch because I embarrassed her on national television and she can’t get Chaos under control. Or maybe, she just doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing but she’s got too much pride in that lanky frame of hers to accept she’s letting Marcus down. Acceptance is the first step of recovery, Tam-Tam.”
*Winks at the camera and does a finger gun.*
“So where does that leave the Queen? I could sit back and kick it at home, watch the show with mimosas and a nice sushi platter–say fuck it, and get paid to do so. OR, I could do what I do better than anyone else–show up. Compete. Win. I mean….both have their perks.
The fact I am even considering the latter is the favor of the century, because I am not contractually obligated to do so. I compete on Pay Per Views exclusively, and I fight the biggest fights under the brightest lights. Maybe that's why Tams didn’t book me? She didn’t want me to crash SYNN’s party early, take the “OCW original” out to pasture and put a bullet through its head. She didn’t want me to destroy the only thing on this roster making her look good right now.
I get it.
I am also insulted.
I am the best thing to happen to this fledgling company in a decade plus and you go with Easton Alexander? The perpetual loser whose claim to fame in this company is that he hasn’t been forced into retirement yet? He’s a backup quarterback, at best, Tam. I am your franchise. Your number one draft pick. Now I am reduced to deciding if your surprise is even worth me breathing that Flint Michigan air. I should be the talk of the show, not a question on if I will show up. So when that psychopath you groomed to be your champion (let's be real, you love her because the name STRADER is scratched into the bottom of her contract–and somehow, even though you had nothing to do with it, that makes you feel validated–) rips Easton apart at the seams you’re going to realize that not only did you feed another OCW original to the wolves but you missed out on having the Main Event of 2023. Think of all the lost merch sales, sponsorships, hell even Pay Per View buys! You’re hemorrhaging right now Tam, when you could be soaring. I can’t even say I feel bad, either.
I haven’t been given a one on one match here since I put that ink on the paper. Is it because you don’t have anyone on my level, or don’t want to deal with the backlash with anyone who has eyeballs questioning why I am in these gimmick matches when I should be headlining? I guess everyone has to start somewhere? Newsflash boo bear, I started this shit years ago. My ascent to the top has been put into hyperdrive. I have thwarted every attempt by XWF to thwart my progress and flipped their little plan on its rear end. I became one of the top stars on the roster, a decorated champion, and in line for a hall-of-fame spot over there. I weathered a biased administration that plays favorites and makes back door deals to get their buddies over then makes you look like the bad guy when you question it. I rose to the top in a place that hated me, and have held every title belt they have sans the Universal. I had a belt made FOR me, to keep me away from the Universal Champ. I revolutionized women’s wrestling and put them on the map in a bigger way than ever before–all to have that knife wedged further and further into my back. So I come here, promised a fresh start and a top-tier push……..
Excuse me for thinking here we go again.
Mandii Rider and I have put our differences aside. I have Chris Chaos running roughshod. I have your money, I have your name on a contract promising me things that would cause a mutiny on this already sinking ship, and you’re going down with it. True captain.I thought it would be fun to come over here and grab OCW by the balls–to use my clout to get what I want and strongarm those below me into giving me everything. It worked fabulously for a tiff, but to be truthful…. I am already getting bored with the B leagues.
Let's make this shit interesting, shall we?
I will partake in this little battle royal of yours. I will show up to Flint, and I will win. If my prize is anything less than what I truly deserve, your life from this point forward will make hell look like a five star resort. I want a piece of SYNN’s ass, and I’ll get it one way or another. If I have to dismantle your entire roster to do it, best believe I will.
So strap in and buckle up boys and girls, because the Las Vegas blonde is coming to head lice Flint. I’m bringing my luggage with me, and best believe it’s Louis. I am coming to prove a point and before the night is over, I may just have a little surprise of my own.
Roll out the red carpet, and prepare the Hors D'oeuvre’s, for your Queen is en route.
Royalty.
Run
Every little girl has a wild imagination. Girls love to play pretend. They dress up as everything imaginable, from Disney characters to their favorite reality TV show star. They are very impressionable. Girls will build forts in their rooms, turn them into little castles, and use their plastic wands to make things appear and disappear. In their minds, of course. The world of pretend is everything to a little girl. Princesses, Queens, Mermaids, you name it. There isn't anything off limits in the mind of a little girl.
Have you ever built a fort out of pillows and sheets, and sat inside it? You have your plastic tiara on, and your royal outfit. When you are in there, everyone else is below. Your the Queen, the world is in your palm.
So many girls have done this, but how many have actually lived it?
Very few.
Girls today, they don't have an identity. They complain about equality, how they want the same as the men, but they refuse to put in the work. They expect things to be given to them because they are girls. They expect to be pampered, looked after, taken care of, looked out for, all because they pee sitting down rather than standing up.
Girls today want to act tough, but on the inside they are sensitive. How many times do you see girls acting all tough bitch on Facebook or Twitter, but when you run up on them they hide behind a boyfriend or a badge?
Girls become women when they take control of their life, and become able to own their responsibilities. Fuck bleeding. Plenty of girls bleed monthly and have the mentality of a toddler. A real Queen handles her business.
A Queen doesn't star in greatness, a Queen produces greatness.
Self made, self broke.
But every girl, when they are little, just assumes one day they will be that princess, be that Queen. They have no idea what it takes to be what they want so desperately to be.
I remember the blanket forts. I remember the plastic wands and the stuffed animal kingdom I used to tell myself was real. I remember telling myself that one day, all of the pain would stop and I would sit out looking at the horizon and know that it was all mine.
....and that there was so much work left to do. When I was a little girl.....I had a castle.
Now......I have a castle again.
I sit inside it, your queen, and the one true matriarch.
I never used to be this confident. I never used to think I would amount to anything. I used to think all I would be was a sex object. I wasn't the type of girl that would fuck on the first date, because I didn't know what a date was. If they wanted me, they took me. There were no flowers, no chocolates, nobody held a door for me or pulled my chair out so I could sit comfortably. Nobody did anything for me, unless it benefitted them. The only thing I got was the occasional shameful orgasm due to basic human genetics. It wasn't until I learned to embrace this life, to use it to my advantage, that I began to enjoy it.
You see, they say it all the time. Sex sells. Strip clubs will never go out of business because men will always be pigs. Women will always be looked at by men as their inferiors until they do something about it. A strong willed, strong minded woman is not something that men want. So, why don't you give them what they don't want? Why don't you be your own Queen, not be theirs. Go out and make it for yourself. Go out and do it for you.
Some girls just don't know how to do this. They want to play ball with the boys, then expect them not to block their shot or not to tackle them. If they want to play ball with the big boys, they have to make sure they can play well enough with the girls first. They won't be prepared. They may think they are. They want to jump right to the front of the line, and expect the boys to be okay with it. Boys will never be okay with it.
Unless you give them reason to.
I have used my mouth to give them reason to. I have used my crotch. I have used my eyes, my hair, my chest. I USED the boys, just like they USED me, and look where I am. I am a multi-time CHAMPION, A QUEEN and the NUMBER ONE woman on this roster. Hands down. I used them to my advantage, and now its about time they start paying their respects.
Keep on being bosses, girls. Keep on being bosses, and I will keep on being QUEEN.
Welcome to my castle, I surely hope you don't enjoy your stay.
It's Not Easy; Being Queen
