Sunlight shattering off of glass, the dawn breaking over the cityscape as the wind blew through cleanly. There was no grime, no grit or decay...only the clean lines of the man-made mountains of glass and steel though there was no other indication that there was any habitation here by human beings.  No sound of early morning traffic to filter up and dismay the purity of the wind, the sun and the golden glitter of light fractured through glass.

Then came the shadow.

The sound of footfalls, over that whoosh of wind as it moved, the shadow cast over the panes of glass and darkening them where it touched. 

Tick. Tap. Tock. Tock. Tocktocktocktocktock - FWOOSH.

The steps had become running and then the form of feminine perfection, she that had been called the Perfect Ten was seen in silhouette, running. Running along the top of this building, over one hundred stories in the air and then as the rush of adrenaline spoke, the edge of the roof coming up in a blitz of motion and there came that moment, hushed as she inhaled a breath.

A grunt of exertion, the rasp of breathing heavy and then the scrape of leather on the gravel that lined the edge of the roof... and then Kaylyn Evans jumped off and she fucking flew. 

Haloed by the nimbus of the dawn's morning light, dazzling the eyes of those below who began to appear, one, two, a hundred...a thousand. Kaylyn Evans flew, her silken garments fluttering around her form...

BZZT BZZT BZZT BZZT

"Goddamn alarm clock!" 

Kay groaned before slapping at the clock to shut it up. Turning over she kissed the forehead of the man laying next to her before stepping out of the bed and that peach silk nighty fell down around her thighs as she made her way towards the bathroom. The shower water would be heard running before she was shortly joined by the man that had been laying in bed with her. His arms came around her waist before she turned to face him. That smirk coming across her face she lifted to her toes to kiss him before feeling his hands grabbing the material of that nighty and lifting it up over her head as he pushed the door closed with his foot.

[ Later that afternoon ]

It was a nice afternoon, the sun was not too bright, and not too heated, the clouds.. they moved freely in the air breaking apart and transforming into ...something else. The sounds of birds could be heard chirping in the distance, and laughter from children was all about. A playground... nothing but children running around like mad. Adults here and there, some not even caring what their child was up to... others, like Kaylyn, were attentive, and active in the younger ones lives. Lifting Reina up out of the swing she moved through the other children over towards a grassy patch where Reina's father was sitting back watching the two of them. Kay smiled before reaching him and knelt down before handing Reina over to him. 

“She really does enjoy your company.”

“You know I love her as if she was my own.”

Kay's smile softened as she sat on the blanket that was laid out and watched as Darien lifted Reina into the air. Things had been rather difficult as of late with Kay not thinking before acting. Now that things were settled down once more, she just hoped that things would not get fucked over once again. Leaning forward she kissed Darien before doing the same with Reina as he brought her down before excusing herself and walking away, tossing that bag of hers over her shoulder. After all, the things she had to say did not need to be said around Reina what so ever, so she put a lot of distance between herself, and the others in the park, coming to sit on a metallic bench, she dropped that bag next to her. She was silent for a moment but that did not last very long.

“Jackson, Jackson, Jackson... you know, for so much talk... you say absolutely nothing that matters to me. Now that you are done stroking your balls for your own amusement, giving us some insight about how you feel about the distaff gender and your own outlook on that... I say...

So fucking what!

So. You electrocuted some bitch that you claim is so much more than me, and expect me to stain my panties over it? 

Think again. 

You may have electrocuted that other bitch. You can electrocute me with electricity, but what I am is electric and I will turn it back on itself and you, cycle it higher and shock the fuck right out of you with my very self. That is exactly what I am. Full on electricity in the ring. So if you want to try it... please, I beg of you to do so, because it damn sure is not going to happen.

The lightning power vs man made electricity

Nature wins over artifice

EVERY

FUCKING

TIME!”

Kay was silent, looking around making sure that she was still out of earshot to anyone else in the park. She did have some manners when it came to others.

“You are the type that uses women for what you want. That is what you are used to. Being the one in control. Well, guess what Jackson... I am a dominant female. One that will not be amazed by your hands what so ever. Remember something Jackson... and this is something you should know. Every woman is different, and if you think that anyone is more dominant then myself... you have no idea what a true Femme Fatale can do.

I did not come into this business to be walked all over. I came to do what I do best.. and I don't give a rats ass who I have to go through to get what I want... and what I want... is to destroy others in the ring. Am I saying that I get the win every damn time?! Fuck no. But do I leave my opponent with something to think about in the terms of pain? You had best damn believe it. Men and women alike. I don't care who it is... I come just as hard every god damn time!”

“For the record Brad... you stated that you could care less who the fuck I went through to get into this match... guess what... that goes two ways.. I also could give a flying fuck who you had to get through to get that title that you are holding right now. All I fucking care about is getting through you... and it might take everything I have... but I am damn sure going to fucking try my damnedest to take that title from you. Am I expecting this to be easy? Fuck no I am not. I would be stupid to think such a thing and unlike the bitches you have used in your lifetime.. I am not stupid. I know what I want, and I know how to handle myself in the ring.. and you had better believe I plan on bringing everything I can into this match.. I could care less what I look and feel like walking out.. win or lose, I am giving it my all. When I say bring it all... I am not talking about my assets either. It's not my looks that got me where I am in the business... its my talent, and you will find that out soon enough.”

“Oh and while we are at it... asking if my tits are real or fake? How fucking juvenile ARE YOU?!? A jaded man of the world, amusing himself with fourth grade giggling... here it is mother fucker... of course they are REAL! They cost me four thousand each.

HA!”

“Anyway, you said apologies are in order.. because I am getting you at a bad week, bad month, bad year... I didn't realize men went through menopause too but damn... no need to apologize to me for your faults. The only formality we need is when we meet face to face in the ring for that title you hold so dearly. You can hate me all you want.. I could care less your reasons for doing so.. guess what Jackson, this is a business.. that's all it is. You think I give a shit about anyone here? You are damn wrong. I care about myself, and doing what I have to do to make sure I go home each and every night. I am not perfect, no one is... there is always room for mistake, but I will be damned if I let a mistake cost me my life... or my career.”
“So while you suddenly feel like destroying something beautiful... fancy... turn and look another way, because you wont be fucking destroying me. The only thing you need to destroy is that ego you have... wait.. it's already deflating.. are you sure it's not time you hung up your boots right now?”

Opening that bag she had she pulled out a handful of pictures. Wrestlers at their prime... every last one of them holding gold, looking amazing the happiest days of their lives. Behind each of those pictures was a picture of an old sad man... that same wrestler that was once happy with the gold now nothing... hopeless... lost. Kay grabbed the pictures and brought them back into a stack before ripping them straight down the middle and tossing them into a can next to her. 

“That there Jackson... that is your career... you are at the top, you have the gold.. but it's all coming to an end. Your days are counting down. The clock is ticking. Like you said... you are too old for this shit. So get the fuck out while you still can... because once I am in that ring.. I am not responsible for my actions.”

“Do you listen when you speak Jackson? You are showing that you don't want this business... you do it for the money? I do it for the love of the sport. The money is just a bonus. So while you always manage to get closer to that abyss, I will always be standing far from it. Living and loving everything I do. You.. you will continue to fall, to succumb to nothing, until you finally have no choice but to fall face first into that abyss.. then what? What will you do when you have no way out Jackson?”

“While you feel hollow and stupid every time you are off air and the lights are out... I feel like the night is just beginning. No matter what the outcomes, or how I am feeling I know I put it all on the line, and not for myself, but for the fans. You feel like you have sold out and feel like a cheap whore... I feel like a million bucks and I am on top of the world. Maybe what you need to do is reevaluate yourself and see if this is really what you want to be doing. If it's all about the money? Why the hell are you still here? You can get money doing just about anything... hell you can even go be that cheap whore that you feel like you are after the lights go out.”

“At least you have one thing going for you Jackson... you blame yourself for it all... for feeling used. It's a shame that you have let it come to that. It seems like you have let those empty words affect you. If you really were able to just let it all go like you are claiming.. then you would not feel like you are about to go into an abyss that you have to pull yourself away from all the time. To not bask in the glory of things... is to let life pass you by... if that's how you want to live, then so be it... but me, I choose to bask in the glory... and in the defeat. All defeat is … is something to make you stronger, a way to learn your faults. What to improve on, and what you already have down pact.”

“You need that ring, because it does not judge you... I could care less if I am judged or not. I do what I want, when I want... and how I want. If anyone wants to judge me... so be it, they can do so, its called free will. You want to crawl up in the ring because it does not judge... it will be waiting for you at the end of the night... you won't have to leave it at all. You can stay there as long as you like... well, until they take it down at least. Until each piece is taken apart just like you have been taken apart over the years. The ring does not stay forever.”

“Maybe at one point in time you had a dream... woke up one day and knew, just knew what you wanted to be. It led you to the ring, the fans and this business. You loved it, with all your heart...until the day you sold out and it became more about the money, and getting one over on everyone in the back than it did about what we actually do. I haven't gotten to that point where I'll suck that Corporate cock, no matter how I look or what YOU think of me. When I do, maybe I'll have more respect for you than I do now. Now, you have my absolute disgust. Maybe then...you'll have my pity. Because I will rise above even that day, and you will be stuck there, wheels spinning and wishing things were different.”

“Like you said yourself Jackson... it all boils down to this. I am ready to get Nasty, but the real question is... are you?”

“A million ways to fail... a billion ways to win.”

“This is not my end Jackson... no matter what happens in this match.. this is only the beginning.”

Kay stood up and headed back over to where Darien and Reina were. They had gotten up and he was heading down the slide with her. She smirked before laughing softly and waving at Reina who noticed she had returned.