What better way was there to forget everything that was going on around you than to drink it all away? Sure, it would all be there again after the alcohol wore off, but until then… Ah, the peace that was brought about… so worth it.

So… Dead End… was it what I thought it would be? Before I even think about that, I am going to go a little further back. These past few months that I have been in IWF have been something else. Good and bad, up and down. Its been a tough road, but no matter what, I kept coming back. I never stop getting up and coming back for more, and when it comes to the men I go against week in and week out, I think that surprises them. Not often will anyone find a female who is so determined to get things done, and show that they are better than what most think. I…  well, I break the molds in that effect.

I find myself consuming sip after sip, and I ask myself why? Why bother with it? The reason… to give myself something to do. Right now.. the last thing I want to do is sit in a room with Tyler. I know he is pissed, but he will get right back up and go for that title once more. No doubt in my mind about that.

The fact that he trusted them though….

The fact that he fell into their trap…

That he let Ymir turn on him…

Jesus Christ! Hopefully next time he will believe me. I wanted to believe him… I truly did. Something just didn’t sit right with all of it. That however… was something he had to deal with on his own… and I am sure he will have plenty more to do in those regards. My focus however…

Is on a draw… A fucking Draw. Hell, shit happens. I could care less about it really. What I more so care about is the fact that I am being put up against Li Quang this week instead of the one I truly want… Colt Cooper.

That bastard had the nerve to tag himself in when I was in control of Travis. I played fair throughout the match. I stayed out of his way and I expected him to do the same. Figures. I was so worried about Tyler’s match later that night that I didn’t even think about getting screwed over during my own. I have to admit however… he got what was coming to him. That slap to his face… god, it was orgasmic. Guess that explains why I left myself open to be hit with that clothesline by Cooper when I re-entered the ring. My body was still on fire. Wait… damn… did I just refer to something dealing with Colt Cooper as orgasmic? Oh fuck, I think I am going to be sick…

Ew, dry heaving, that is just as bad. I really need to get my mind else where and quick… before I do bring something up. Hell, I wanted to get drunk, not bring it up. That’s a waste of alcohol damn it! It was not long before my mind was wandering elsewhere. As I lifted my head and looked across the bar I found myself seeing the one who caught me as I fell from the swing last week. Damn… not what I was hoping for. Maybe it was time to leave after all.

Downing the rest of my beer was an easy task, as was getting up from my seat and heading across the room. Getting out of the bar unnoticed… not as easily done. Fucking hell! It’s all I could think about as I felt that hand on my shoulder. Dipping my shoulder low I stepped away from him before heading outside and not looking his way even once. The foot steps behind me told me he was following, and he was not planning on going anywhere any time soon either. Maybe I could ignore him long enough to make it the few blocks to the apartment. At the same time… did I want him to know where I lived? Fucking hell no. Seeing a cab coming along my arm was quick to lift to wave it down, even with him trying to stop me. The second he touched me I ran on instinct and sent my elbow back into his gut rather roughly before running over to the cab and closing the door behind me quickly before making the cab haul ass out of there.

Too bad the cab guy was so pissed when he found out I was only going three blocks away… whoops? Even a nice tip didn’t quench his mood. Oh well, the second I was out of there and in the apartment complex, I no longer cared what he thought. The only thing I cared about was myself… and… Oh shit! Dog on stomach… I couldn’t hold it.. I felt like a lite weight now.. I was going to be sick.

To make matters worse… the dog stayed by my side… it’s one thing to get sick, but a completely different to see a dog trying to clean my mess. Oh fuck.. it didn’t help matters at all. Got me sick all over again before I had to lock the dog in the bed room… and then clean my mess. Lucky me… lucky fucking me.

Getting sick just reminded me of one thing… Colt fucking Cooper… all over again. That bastard had nerve.. not only did he practically get me eliminated by Eli at Dead End… but he had the nerve to attack me backstage. Fucking pussy. Always attacking from behind. Guess he loves it that way… must be what he’s used to.. getting attacked from behind that is. Ew… damn it… image… out.. of… my … head. Jesus Christ. I think I need a damn nap… or something. Anything would be better than thinking of this asshole and the shit he pulled. I need to get my head where it should be… against Li Quang this week.

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The next morning Kaylyn woke up with the sun shining through the blinds causing her to roll over in the bed groaning from the pain that was rushing through her head. Too much to drink for sure.

“Babe… are you…”

Opening her eyes she stopped speaking realizing that Tyler was already up and about for the day. Hm, what time was it? Pushing up slightly, and finally sitting on the edge of the bed she stretched out, before standing up and moving to find her phone. Somehow after getting in last night she had enough in her to change into shorts and a tank for bed at least. Ah! Jeans! That’s where the phone was. Pulling it out of her pocket she checked the time.

“Jesus Christ… it’s after four?! No wonder he is up already.”

Whoops… talk about sleeping in for the day. Shaking her head she tossed the phone onto the bed before slipping into the bathroom to shower, and freshen up for the day. An hour later she was refreshed and ready to get out of the apartment for the day… or should I say evening… and had called Tyler to see where he might be at. Of course.. he was at the gym. Where else did she expect him to be? After speaking for a moment, she agreed to meet up with him after a while to get a bite to eat. For now… she could relax… and by relax, she meant get out and go for a walk until it was time to meet up with him.

“It’s funny how things happen. More so when you have a gut feeling, and what you were feeling was exactly right. Just as I thought too… no matter how much I drank last night… it’s all still so clear in my head. The backstabbing… the betrayal… hell, even Tyler is guilty of it. At least he waiting until the end of the match… although.. it would have been better if he got Sartyr out of the match and left it down to himself and DTR… oh well, boys will be boys. I really need to just stop thinking about it… but I can’t. It’s not that easy to do because of us all being in a stable together. How the hell are things going to be this week at Warzone after everything that happened at Dead End?”

Kaylyn took a deep breath before sighing as she exhaled it. She was so not looking forward to coming face to face with anyone this week.

“And Ymir… hell.. that was bad news from the beginning. I never once had faith that he was on our side. Not once! But Dave and Tyler… god, they could have worked so well together… if only the title was not in the picture. That god damn title might have just destroyed the greatest stable in the IWF right now… hell, EVER. If only they could have worked like a team.”

Once more she shook her head before continuing.

“Speaking of teams…. that brings me to my opponent this week. Li Quang… one half of The Dragons. I have to say Quang… after seeing what happened at Dead End… and how Kaito had to save you… something he swore he was not going to start doing again…. I don’t think you have what it takes to defeat me in the ring. Granted you’re a great superstar! You really are… and you have been around forever and a day… like you said though… you’re in the same predicament as myself. Neither one of us seems to be able to go that extra mile to get the win each week. Sure we catch one here or there… but for the most part… we fall just short. Just like you did at Dead End. Hell… how does it feel knowing you were laying there sleeping while the titles changed hands? Fucking Christ… I would hate that. I really would.

Now Quang… I don’t want you to take anything I have to say the wrong way… but here’s the thing. I am not really the type to forgive and forget… and well, right now… you’re guilty by association. Guilty of what?! Quite simply… being on my shit list. You see… I am sure you remember quite well what happened with Kaito and myself. Your little partner there… he is still under my skin. His actions will not be forgotten… even though I beat him in the ring. Did I say that clear enough? Here… let me repeat that last part slowly… Even. Though. I. Beat. Him. In. The. Ring. Hmm… let me give you a few moments to let that sink in.”

Kaylyn stayed silent while walking down the streets of New York City. The only noise was that of the people walking along the streets and the cars passing by in traffic that was moving pretty well for the time of day. 

“So, has it sunk in well enough yet? I sure as hell hope so. Now that we got past that.. let me just say that just because I was able to defeat Kaito, your partner, does not make me thinking I will have the better hand when it comes to yourself… at the same time… it definitely gives me hope. That along with the fact that you two are nothing but a joke lately… and you being in that match last week was just as much a joke as well. Tell me something Quang… why is it you always jump to use the race card? I have come to see you do that rather often. Have you realized that nothing within IWF…. outside of Ymir’s opinions for the most part… have anything to do with race? Yeah, you and Kaito are orientals… sure Nazzar and Hero are African American.. who the fuck gives a damn? No one is using race against you… so why do you feel the need to talk about it so much?

Does it make you feel better? It must.. it must do the trick on those nights when you fall just short of coming out of a match with the win. Otherwise, why else do it? For attention? I would think someone with your standings here in IWF, having been here as long as you have… would not need the attention. Than I heard what you had to say this week… and you went on to mention big names in the company. Open your eyes and realize something Quang… you’re not them. You are NOT Sartyr, Cussen, DTR, or Brooks. You never will be! That doesn’t mean you’re not worth a damn though. But hell… if you wish to be nothing, I will sure as hell treat you as such.

I find it sad to say, that I actually respected you until this week Quang. This week you proved that you are no better than the rest of them. You want to know why you are not a champion? It’s because you’re nothing. You don’t know how to represent yourself, and that mouth on you… is just foul. Really, calling me a whore? How original.”

She stated while rolling her eyes.

“I have one thing to say Quang… you say they booked me against Talent… if that’s what they were doing, than they went and put my name in the wrong spot, because you sir, have absolutely none.  You’re on a sinking ship Quang, and you will continue to sink until you get rid of the baggage you’re carrying around…. that being… your partner.

So you and Kaito come on down to the ring… I will be waiting, and I will be ready for anything you have to come my way. Just remember one thing… I can not be intimidated Quang. The fact that Kaito is at ringside will not be bothering me one little bit. Hell, maybe I can make things even and have a little company follow me out to the ring as well… Hm.. tempting, but unlike you.. I don’t need a bitch at my side to get the job done. 

See you in the ring, and you had better be ready to give it all you got, because I wont be backing down… I will be bringing it all, and than some. I will be making a name for myself… and you’re just one step along the way to doing that.”

Kaylyn smirked before walking into a building closing the door behind her. Seems like she was finished with Quang, and was more than ready for the match that they had in a few short days time.

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THE PERFECT TEN: KAYLYN JAMES EVANS

 WINS: 6 ∞♥∞♥∞♥∞♥∞♥∞ LOSSES:9

DRAW: 1

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OOC: I had fun writing this, I have to admit, Kaylyn’s head could not stay in one place, and it was fun for me trying to keep her sorted. Good luck Quang.