-After Warzone-

Warzone seemed to end too fast for me this week. After the show went off the air I found myself sitting there unable to move. Did I really just do that? Did I really sell myself for a win? I had no intentions to sleep with Chase, none what so ever.. and now I find myself in a spot that I was not looking to be in. I made a deal… and I am not one to go back on my word. Wait… I never said when I would sleep with him. That there is the key. It will be done… but first… he needs to get tested. Lord knows hes been around.

That was only one of the many things running through my head. I also had to worry about thee offer made to me by The Syndicate. Shit.. the syndicate… that reminds me, I have other things to worry about too. Going through my bag I found my phone and pulled it out. A few presses of the buttons had me staring at the phone for a long minute before clicking one last button and bringing it to my ear. Upon getting a reply I froze and had to catch my breath. “Look… I know you want to hang up but please… hear me out.” How the hell could I do this? Ugh, just say what needs to be said and get it over with. There was no need to prolong anything. “I don’t think doing this over the phone is the best way… Can you meet me? Our old spot, tomorrow morning around 10?”Good job. Instead of just saying what needed saying you went and held off. Asked to see him in person. What the hell were you thinking? Or were you not thinking at all? That’s more like it. Without waiting for a reply I hung up the phone and pulled my coat on trying to stop the chills that were running down my spine. Lord.. It was going to be a long night.

 

- 1am-

Instead of driving back to the hotel, I decided to walk. Sure, it was the bitch way, but I didn’t give  a damn. I was not looking forward to dealing with Chase, but I had no choice in the matter. Hell… at least he knows I know how to get a win… good thing to know as his manager… bad thing to have to deal with my client in the one way hes wanting though. My stomach started to turn as I walked through the lobby and headed towards the stairs. Taking my time heading up I bit the inside of my cheek before screaming in frustration. “Aaaaaaaaaahh” Damn. It felt good to get  that out. Now to get the hell outta the stair well before someone thinks something is wrong.

Standing outside of the door that I knew Chase was behind I found myself twirling the key card in my hand. It took everything in me to take that step forward and use the card before opening the door. Before even taking a step in I found myself raising a brow and tilting my head slightly upon seeing so much scattered everywhere. It looked as though Chase had about every sex toy and prop ever made lying about.

“Ugh… Chase…” Silence was all I heard and it was rathering irritating. Stepping inside fully I turned my back to the room to shut the door… only to be grabbed around my waist from behind. If I didn’t feel the hard length up against me I would have panicked… wait… Jesus Christ.  “Chase get your hands off me!”

“Oh no, tonight you’re mine. Remember? I let you pin me. It was a deal.”

He was right. I knew it too. Damn it. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so…. to hell with it. If he wasn’t such a man whore I would actually find his strong hold rather comforting to be in right now but…. Damn it! No, I won’t even think about him like that. Closing my eyes I hoped to stop the random thoughts that were coming in my mind but the fact that he was still pressing against me… that was not helping matters. “Chase… I can’t do this. You need to get tested before I go through with my end of the deal!” Without waiting for his reply I pushed him away from me before leaving the hotel room. I am almost sure I heard him say something about that not being a problem. My imagination? Who knows.

 

-6:34am-

 My hands were clenched around the sheets when my eyes opened. The shit I was dealing with right now was starting to catch up with me. It was all too much at once. Too top things off, I found out I am in another qualifier match for the Invasion match. Sounded good enough… but did I want it? Fucking hell. Might as well just focus on it for now and possibly get rid of everything else going on in my head in the process. Pulling out my laptop I adjusted my pillows behind me before sitting back against the headboard and opening the computer up. As it powered on I thought about who was in the match i had set in a few short days. With a sigh escaping me I shook my head realizing for the first time that I have yet to be in the ring with any of them. Great. What a match this was going to be.

After searching the web for quite some time I realized there was not much to go off of… at least for some. However… I might have seen enough to be able to get through this in one piece. Opening up my blog I decided it was time to let my opponents know just what I had to say in regards to them… after all, other things on my mind or not.. business was never not in focus.

 I have been thinking about who I have to face in this match.. and what it is that I know about them… and to be honest… that’s not much. Why admit it? Why admit that I don’t pay attention to anything that is going on? Quite simply.. what others do is not my problem… until I come to face them in the ring. Now… I have to figure out what I am up against… and that could very well be a pain in the ass.

What have I gathered so far about my opponents? Besides the fact that they know nothing about me.. then again.. no one really does. You people judge me by the actions I take in the ring, and the way I look. Hate to break it to all you stupid fucks out there, but I am nothing like what you think. I am not some whore standing out on the streets. If I was.. I wouldn’t be here working my ass off week in and week out for a paycheck. Sure.. I don’t wrestle all the time… I took a break to get Chase out of jail… but just because I was not wrestling.. didn’t mean I was broke. Just because you tend to spend every dime you make the second you get it… doesn’t mean I do the same. How about the men in this business step the fuck up for a change and stop trying to stereotype me. Just because you want me in your bed… doesn’t mean I am the whore you think I am.

It’s funny… at one point Brooks would even agree to that… the fact that I am not a whore… but now that he is not by my side… he is changing his story. Jumping on the bandwagon and calling me every name in the book. It’s cute actually. Just goes to show when things don’t go his way… he does anything he can to look good. Why else would he say he left me when everyone clearly seen that it was I who was walking away from him. Unlike him however.. I am going to refrain from talking shit. I could sit here and say how horrible he was in so many ways.. but what good would that do? Everyone already seen he comes up just a bit… short.

Did I really just write that about Tyler? Lord knows if I leave it written there… more than likely most will take it to be serious. After all… thats what these idiots do. Take every word said to be the truth. Fuck it. Let him deal with something for a while.

Anyway… it seems like most of those I am facing in the ring this week are followers. Sure, you might stand out on your own here and there… but when it comes to what you have to say about me.. there is not a leader in the crowd.

We have John Baptiste. Someone who is so fucking godly in his own eyes. Preaching to the world… and all he can do is eat his own words. No one gives a damn about what you have to say. You can say the world will end tomorrow and guess what.. everyone will turn their heads and continue doing what they were doing. You might have some fooled… but you’re nothing more than a crack head to me. You claim to be something and than you open your mouth and everything you say comes back to kick you in the ass. Do me a favor… if you’re going to talk shit.. at least make it golden. Right now all it happens to be is a pile of shit. When you come down to the ring.. do me a favor and leave the shit in the locker room.. because I don’t want to have to smell your bull from a mile away. You want to do some preaching? How about doing it while you’re walking away from the ring after seeing your opportunity pass you by.

Speaking of opportunities. This is a great one for all of us. Someone has a huge advantage here.. and that would be you Lisa. After all, no one knows anything about you. While it is great to see another woman in the business… I hope you don’t take to heart the fact that I am going to have to get in the ring and show you that I am not here playing games. I am sick and tired of people not taking me seriously around here.. and therefore I plan to show you from the start just how serious I can be. I might fight dirty… but I am definatly clean. Therefore, the only thing people will be catching from me .. is a beating that will have them wondering where the fuck the old Kaylyn went. Where did the girl who lost most matches go? She was put to sleep, and she is not coming back anytime soon.

Now, with all that I have going on… The Syndicate has made an offer that I have yet to touch base on them with. Rok… Hate to break it to you, but no matter what my choice is regarding The Syndicate… I look out for myself, and only me. Therefore when we meet in the ring, don’t take it too personally if I attack you. While you are a member of said group… there are things you all have done that I couldn’t see myself taking part it. I can however see myself making you pay for the actions you have made. You might wonder what the hell I am talking about. Ya see, when people I care about are fucked with by someone other than myself… they have to pay.. and well, it looks like you and I get to dance in the ring, and lucky for you… you’re the only memeber of The Syndicate that will be in the ring.. so you get to take the punishment for them all. Remember, every action has a reaction. Welcome to your reaction. Devlin, with me against you in this match… it can be both a good thing.. and a bad thing. Good, because you can see first hand what I am capable of if I were to join forces with you all. Bad because… well, you will see first hand what I am capable of if I am against you.

I know I missed something. Outside of mentioning John and his telling everyone to stay away and let him win. Stupid pansy ass must be out of his mind if he thought for one second that would work. Oh right.. I have four others in the match too. Damn, this ring will be rather full of action. Good for me after sharing space with Chase … I always have my guard up. Ah but what to say about the others?

 Hannibal Corvin, a man who comes into this business thinking he knows it all. In reality, you know jack. Sure, you met Lance Norman. Heard what he had to say.. but that means absolute shit. Try working along side Norman. You learn a lot more that way. But wait… you wont ever have the opportunity to do such. I had the pleasure of working along side Mr. Norman, and while the man was unable to beat Jeckel, he was able to teach plenty without even saying a word. When you work closely with someone for enough time, you gather things that will both help, and destroy you in the process. It’s up to oneself which they choose to take in. You… are nothing but a man who tries to make himself look better by pointing out others flaws. Welcome to 2012 buddy. Everyone has flaws, and you will see your own in the ring.

Enie, Meanie, Minie… Max. Mad Max… the name suits you bud. I am sure with all the shit you deal with every day you would already know that much. However, do you realize how much of a fool you are? Do you think about the things you do? The people you trust? You should be more wise Max. never trust a soul. At the same time… don’t think yourself high on the food chain because it would be a sad thing to watch you break from so high up. You talk as if you’re better than everyone else but in reality you’re far from it in many ways. Surely I am not saying I am better. Never would I sit here and assume myself to be better than another. You never know when someone will surprise you. What I am saying is make sure you can handle what you bring your way before you open your mouth. You seen what happens when you talk shit about the wrong people. They can take you out. Bring your A game, or expect utter failure.

This lesson is for all of you. I don’t give a shit who you are, or who you THINK you are. You had better be prepared when stepping into the ring because I am ready to fight my way through you all to come out of this as the last person to qualify for the Invasion Match.

Lord Sewell, you might think you are the one who will be walking out of this match with the opportunity of a lifetime in your hands.. but it’s not going to happen. You see, you might sit your ass on golden thrones, but here in the ring… that ass of yours will be tossed around more than you can imagine. This is no fairytale. This is not some fancy life that money can buy you. This is the real world, and in the ring… give no mercy. There is no calling for backup, unless you wish to show you’re anything but a man. This is rather Sewwwwwwwwwwell if you think about it. The Lord himself will be gracing us with his presence. Tis quite a shame that you might leave unable to walk on your own two feet. Things are not always what they seem, and this week you will find that out. This week when you step into the ring you will see that I am not the failure I have been portrayed as in the past. I am stepping up my game and making a name for myself. I am tired of all the wise cracks that people send my way. All the shit that I allowed to continue, and this week… its going to stop.

Highlander… I hope you have been paying attention, because that goes for you. You never have much to say, but when you do talk its nothing but crap. I am  wondering who speaks more of it. Yourself, or Baptiste. Either way.. you’re in the line of fire this week that you really don’t want to be in. You think you have this match won already, and you’re no where near walking away with the win. No one is. Everyone is being given a chance at the Invasion match, and its time to see who is going to take this shot seriously. Who wants it more? I highly doubt any of you are wanting it as much as myself. At the same time… you questioned if I was capable to focus Highlander. I say I am rather capable of doing such. When I get into the ring you can see that first hand. Business is always a focus. It does not matter how much I have going on at once.. my brain is enough to work it all out. I don’t have to focus on one thing at a time. Multi-tasking. Learn about it. It might help you in the future.

With that being said… I have things to do. People to see, and a match to prepare for. I hope to hell you’re all ready, because I know I am, and I am looking for a win.

Sending the blog I turned the computer off and pushed it back under my bed. I needed to get ready, time was ticking and I had a meeting to attend.

-9:56am-

“What was I thinking? He is not going to show.” Sighing I sat down on a bench that was placed in front of the ferris wheel. Ah, the amusement park. So many memories. Before my mind could wander into the past my phone went off bringing me out of it. “Yeah?” Oh, its just Chase. “Oh, well make sure when the paper work comes in for the test you show it to me. I want the original, no copies. Nothing tampered with. You want me to sleep with you… pray to hell you’re clean.” As Chase continued to talk I lost track of what he was saying. It was probably due to the fact that I was staring across the way as he approached me. He showed up after all. Things might just start looking up again. Without saying anything I stood up and closed my phone. “You know… I wasn’t sure you would make it.” I stated tucking my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. His lips parted to reply even… God.. I hope this goes well.