If there is one thing I never liked... It was wild cards, and that is exactly what I think when it comes to Ymir. Great asset, but of course... however, can he be trusted? Not likely. Tyler knows what he is doing, he always has... but this time, I am a bit skeptical. Trusting a man that degrades everyone he comes across? Trusting someone that can't be touched for the most part.... not a good strategy in my eyes.

Then again, guess with me walking out on the match, and him being in the match at Dead End... who wouldn't want him on their side? All I have to say in regards to that... is thank god I am not in the match at Dead End... because something tells me it might just be that.... a dead end. God I hope Brooks has a back up plan outside of Ymir, if not... Fuck, I don't want to think about it.

Right now, I have to think about the match this week... Neville Sheldon, Jimmy Sartyr, Jensen Cussen, and Larry Gowan... all four having much to fight for... while I am sure they want to make sure they make it to Dead End in tact, I know they have no problem putting it all in the ring this week as well. Hm, maybe I can get lucky enough to not be tagged in the match at all? Wishful thinking more than likely. Am I afraid? No, not really... at the same time... something tells me this is going to be hell, and than some. Ah, hell, just the place I feel like I am living in day in and day out anymore. At least when it comes to being in the ring.

Funny when situations arise that make you question if everything you had been doing as of late was the wise thing. When I look across the ring this week, I am going to see four people that I helped to piss off. Some of whom I first hand had involvement in. Have I bit off more than I can chew? I damn sure hope not. The strip club is fun, but... Damn, I think I need a little Vacation... wonder what Heather is up to?

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Heather: "You're not really going in there are you?"

Kaylyn laughed and nodded before slowing the boat down as they cruised through the water. Heather shook her head before gripping the shank, and lifting the anchor by it before tossing it into the water to ground them in the general facility.

Kaylyn: "As cold as it has been, I plan on enjoying the weather before we head back to New York. I didn't catch a flight to Miami for nothing. If it makes you feel any better, I plan on waiting a bit before I go in. I want to catch some rays for a bit."

Heather: "To hell with the water temperature. That ain't what I am worried about. It's not like we are right by the shore Kay... the water is pretty deep, and you have no clue whats down there waiting for a meal."

Hearing Heather had Kaylyn laughing even harder.

Kaylyn: "You can't be serious... When did you start worrying about shit like that? Damn, I figured after all these years around me you would have stopped being a pansy by now."

The punch to her arm knocked her off her balance and Kay stumbled back, catching onto the wheel before falling into the seat. 

Kaylyn: "Jesus Heather, first you complain about me going in, then you damn near send me over... make up  your mind."

Kaylyn stood back up once more while laughing softly, letting it be known that she was only joking with her words. Laying a blanket down on the floor of the boat, that could comfortably lay three or four people, she took her shoes off before stripping the jeans that clung to every curve from her lower half before tossing them to the seat and sitting on the blanket, leaning back and blocking the sun from her eyes with her hand while listening to Heather.

Heather: "What can I say? You tempted me..."

She smirked before pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it atop the pants that Kaylyn had discarded moments ago.

Heather: "Any who, what happened last night? I have never seen you walk out on a match, that was a bit shocking to tell you the truth. I never thought I would see the day that you'd back down to someone..."

A soft sigh came from Kaylyn who leaned back on her elbows ignoring the suns glare.

Kaylyn: "Sometimes you have to do whats best for yourself, and say fuck everything else. That's what happened. I mean hell, did you see the way he was not being phased by anything that came his way? Hell, if I didn't get out of that power bomb, I would have been folded in half right then and  there."

Heather: "What did Tyler have to say about it?"

Kaylyn: "You seen the look... that said it all. Of course he was not pleased, but damn, I have to make sure I make it to Dead End... even if it's not in that match."

Heather bit on her lower lip as she lowered herself to the blanket, leaving her shorts on for now while laying down.

Heather: "I don't know Kay... I had a bad feeling about this, and now it's just growing..."

Kaylyn: "Look.."

Kay stated interrupting Heather.

Kaylyn: "I understand why you would be worried, but Tyler is going to do things his way, and I am going to do things mine. We wont always agree, but we understand why the other does what they do in the end. Like when it comes to Ymir... I am not happy about Tyler being in cahoots with him... hell, even if its just temporary, at the same time, I have to deal with it. I guess this week will tell me if I can push worries aside when it comes to him."

Heather: "You don't trust him?"

Kaylyn: "That doesn't even matter now. Right now I have four others to worry about. I have to just hope that for this week alone, Ymir will be on the same page as the rest of us."

Kaylyn laid back completely and closed her eyes, while rolling her shirt up so it was resting just under her assets. The white tank covered little, but it was more than the blue g-string covered, that was for sure.

Kaylyn: "I've been thinking lately, about the shit I have done so far in IWF, and to be honest, I am not happy with some of it. Mainly... with the way I have been in the ring. I could care less who hates me, that number will always continue to grow, but I need to change the losses into wins. I think it's time to take a trip back home and get the boys together for a day in the ring."

Heather: "Really? You barely even talk to them anymore."

Kaylyn: "Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean think about it... Neville Sheldon has already gotten a win against me, as has Larry Gowan. The other two I have not stepped into the ring with in a smaller match, but none the less, times ticking... I need to be ready for it." 

Heather nodded but remained silent letting Kaylyn vent.

Kaylyn: "It's pretty bad when a group like that is put together, and I am worried about beating them. Hell, I need to. How would it be if a nerd, schizo, lunatic and fruitcake were to beat me? I'm no doctor but I am sure that would fuck with my head a little bit. Hell, the damn schizo knows all about being fucked in the head. Every time he turns around it's something else. White Knight my ass. He didn't really rush in and save anyone, after all, people were still taken out, and it was defiantly a pleasure taking them out as well. Gowan might have gotten pass everything so far, but that back of his is set to be attacked a bit much really soon. It's funny when you find out what other's weaknesses are. Knowing that just one shot, when delivered the right way could end someones career, granted there are many ways... but having a weakness, god it's so much better."

Heather: "Kay, you're scaring me..."

Kaylyn: "Heather do you know how great it would be to do such a thing? Hell, I am the one person no one is worried about this week. I am the one they are all tossing aside. She's a girl, she can't wrestle, her record says it all... god, if they only knew what I was capable of. I might be the only damn female in this match... might be the only one who didn't qualify to be in the Main Event at Dead End, but damn it.. I am not to be taken lightly. Those who take me lightly fail in the end. Fail hard. I'm not going to be walked all over week in and week out, I am frankly sick of it, and that's exactly what the four of them plan to do this week. Try to do that is. Hell, then we have the other three still. Cussen who is PMSing after not making it to the show. Boo who, your tires were slashed, cry me a fucking river. He's just pissed he didn't get any action. Must suck to watch things happening from the sidelines."

Heather: "You feeling alright Kay?"

Kaylyn ignored what Heather had said and continued speaking after a moment of silence.

Kaylyn: "Then again I guess if he would have tried to get to the arena before the last minute, or even paid attention to his ride... he wouldn't have had any problems. Wonder who would want to keep him from the show in the first place?"

Kaylyn stated before laughing.

Kaylyn: "I have to admit, it was a rather pleasant night all around. The highlight of the evening was watching Sartyr getting taken away in cuffs, and it was only made that much better when Neville was arrested as well. It's a shame they were not  in the same cell together, I am sure they could have entertained one another very well. Hell, Neville with all his jokes, and Sartyr just being as much of a fruit cake as he is... they would attract a lot of attention. Wonder who's bitch they became.."

Heather: "Kay, how about that swim..."

Kaylyn looked over at Heather and seemed out of it for a moment before shaking her head and coming to once more.

Kaylyn: "Swim, right. That sounds good right about now... I need to cool off. I think the heat is getting to me."

Heather rolled her eyes, thinking that more than just the heat was getting to Kay. She sat there and watched as Kaylyn got up and pulled her shirt down before standing on the edge of the boat and jumping over. Heather shook her head and stood up before walking to the edge. After a few minutes she noticed Kay a good while away from the boat. Shaking her head she dove off the edge and started to head towards her only to find herself stopping short as the boat they had used to get out there suddenly went up in flames.

Heather: "What the fuck..."

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It was quite some time before Kaylyn found herself in the comfort of her bed once more. Her Sanctuary. Curled up in a ball she lay there resting her eyes, and listening to Tyler and Jett moving around the apartment. It had been days since the boat incident, and while she and Heather were both fine, it still shook her up a bit. Was it just some freak accident? How the hell did a boat catch fire in the middle of no where? She ran those questions through her head many times but the answers were not important enough to find out... not now at least. 

My head had been spinning for hours. So much thinking was causing a non stop headache and it was really beginning to annoy me. Hell, all I wanted was to get rid of it, and sleep until the next show... not likely to happen however. More than likely I will continue to lay here half asleep with my mind wondering about anything and everything... including this match. 

Do I really want to step into the ring knowing that I might possibly be the first one eliminated? Fucking hell, no I don't. I know I have pissed off enough of them that they will make sure to put me through hell before eliminating me too. One down... it will give them an advantage.

I need to figure out a way to get in, and out of this match in one piece... maybe then I can make sure Tyler at least has support outside the ring come Dead End.  God, I hope I make it that far.  Maybe it's time I had a plan of my own... Who am I kidding? I might be in the match, but they all know I am not the one they need to worry about. I should be able to skate through with no problem. I should be....

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All eight competitors stood there eyeing one another down, as the bell rang Kaylyn slid out of the ring, and the others found themselves locked up with one another, before trading blows.

Before anyone knew what was going on, Kaylyn had jumped the barricade and joined the fans in attendance watching the action that was going on in the ring. Ymir was cleaning house, knocking down Neville and Gowan while DTR was going at it with Jensen and Brooks was taking the fight to Sartyr. Everything was going well for a while and little by little the competition was being removed from the ring.

Gowan Ymir and Brooks remained, and Ymir was with his back turned looking at the fallen Sartyr, when Gowan went to attack Brooks only for him to move out of the way... Kaylyn sat up in the bed looking around before sighing and laying back against the headboard as she scooted herself into a seated position. 

Kaylyn: "Wishful thinking for sure. Like I could ever get away with that. There has to be something though... I just have to figure it out.. Ah fuck it, I am screwed either way. Might as well go down in the ring fighting. I'll survive better than most of those pussies."