I sat alone for the first time in a long time. I had to figure things out in XWF before heading back to Action Wrestling. Since Derrick and I went public with our relationship we had been vilified. People saw us as the bad guys. What we were doing, sneaking around while Derrick had a girlfriend, THAT, was wrong of us. That was the bad move.

"Sometimes, things have to fall apart, in order to be put back in the right spot or the right order. On Savage I will dismember Barney Green and Michael McBride and they will know that I had to do it in order to restore the right way of things in XWF. I had one loss on record since coming here. I beat Crayzee, I beat Griffin. My lone loss was to Madison Dyson and soon enough I would have my revenge. That is for another place and another time."

I fiddled with the pipe in my hand before packing some weed into it and taking a long hit off of it. The smoke rolled out of my mouth in perfect waves before I sucked the smoke back in, savoring the moment.

"Barney, I will start with you. This isn't Warfare anymore. This is Savage where OK is not good enough. I was ok against Madison and she took advantage and beat me. When I look at Barney Green, I see a man who is ok with mediocre. He is going to end up with a mediocre wife living in a mediocre house with a couple of mediocre pets. I strive for greatness. I strive to be the best of the best. I am a fucking Olympic gold medalist. I didn't get that way by being Mediocre, oh no. I got there by striving for excellence and then exceeding it. Maybe that is why I took my one loss here so hard, because I know I am better than her. I know I am better than most of the roster here. I don't have to make a believer out of myself, I have to make a believer out of everyone else! I had to go into Savage and prove, once again why I am the absolute best thing to ever happen to this company. Let's be absolutely honest ith ourselves the XWF fan base is more blind than Barney Green after he shoots his own load in his good eye after a masturbation session. Look, Barney, save yourself the trouble and don't show up. I am a woman on a mission and you simply don't want to come face to face with me. Atara Themis was smart enough, and I will say you HAVE to be smarter than her."

With a wink I stood up and paced around my lavish hotel suite. My Geri Miller t shirt barely hid my hot pink boy shorts as I walked around a bit stretching. I looked into the camera again.

"I gotta be honest. I have never heard of Michael McBride so I decided to do a little Google search and after sifting through page after page of gay pornography I finally found Mr. Irish Numb nuts himself. Look, McBride you are a waste of space and a waste of good fucking oxygen. I have seen how you talk to people and quite frankly, unlike Barney, I want you to show up simply so I can slap some fucking sense into you. You are the reason guys get a fucking bad name. You are thinking you are God's gift to women when I couldn't even begin to fathom what kind of self respecting woman would even touch you with someone else's vagina? McBride, do us all a favor and just kill your fucking self. I come from a place where if you acted like yourself, you would be killed quickly. We don't play that bullshit in fucking New York. Guys like you find themselves in a very awkward position when ya roll up in my hood. I am not a gang banger but I know a few. I know some people who, on my word, will put you six feet under simply for acting like you do. You have a stench about ya and it isn't good. It isn't like people are like "Yeah that Michael McBride smells amazing" it is more like a mafia member saying "I smell a rat." It is you McBride, you are the rat. What is your claim to fame? A match with Peter Gilmour? That is your pinnacle?"

The madder I got, the more pronounced my New York accent was becoming.

"Think long and hard about it, McBride. Is that how you want to be remembered? I mean hell, Peter Gilmour can't beat his meat to a porn much less win an actual wrestling match. ON Savage you step into the ring with a pure athlete. You step into the ring with someone who simply will NOT be stopped. You step into the ring with a true Cool Kid. You will not win. It just simply won't happen against me."

I hit my pipe again as the scene faded to black.

The scene opened at a grocery store as a little girl tugged at her mother's dress.

"Mommy, mommy. It is Geri Miller."

The mom was too busy flirting with some rando at the grocery store to even look at her daughter. I walked up and cleared my throat as the woman almost literally had to put her breasts back into her dress.

"May I help you?"

The mother's question was aimed at me. I couldn't help myself.

"Yeah, ya daughter wants your attention and instead you are giving your attention to Mr. My Daddy Paid for my Pickup Truck, over here. You need to remember priorities in life. I for so long forgot about priorities. I was putting everyone else first instead of those who truly cared. You need to remember that there are some sick freaks out there who would take this little girl in a heartbeat. You need to keep an eye on her at all times."

The woman looked a little taken back by my words.

"Ma'am I have no idea who you are but you have NO right to tell me how to raise my daughter. You..."

Before she could finished I reached up and punched her in the nose. I wasn't going to sit here and be lectured by some halfwit of a parent. I took off running and jumped in my car. I started up my camera and set the phone up on the tripod on my dash as I kept speaking.

"Sometimes in life we do spontaneous things. We don't always think of the ramifications of our actions. I now know what it is like to be anyone I step into the ring with in XWF. People who do not know my track record or my history. They are going in blind, no offense Barney. They are confident and cocky because I am a little girl compared to most. I am merely twenty two years old but I am a world class athlete. They may not know much but they have to understand that at fifteen I was training harder than most of them do now. All people see is that I smoke weed. Like that is a bad fucking thing. Marijuana has not limited me in many ways it has opened my eyes and my chakras to what is truly out there. It has made me realize that I cannot win them all but I can bounce back better than ever. It has opened doors for me I thought closed forever. It has shown me the evilness I used to harness. I am now much more peaceful than I used to be. That is why I wrestle is so I can use my anger and rage in legal situations. I can use the bad of the world and use it to win in wrestling and in life. I use the rottenness and I use it to love my boyfriend and my friends even harder. I use it to fight off evilness like Barney Green and Michael McBride. Fellas, I will see you on Savage!"

The red and blue lights flashed behind me.

"FUCK!"

I pulled off to the side of the road as I clicked the camera off. I might be fucked!