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Sept 23, 2016 2:37:12 GMT
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::++:: N A R C O T I C S ::++:: LIFESTYLE CHOICE - V ::++::
Hendricks' Estates - Home Gym
Naples, NY - September 21, 2016
11:16 AM
The term, "Wednesday is hump day" was meant for cigarette smokers and sex addicts. Luckily for me, I was both. The routine had become quite acceptable to the fellow room mates. With Glen and Montana upstairs doing only god knows what, Harper and I trained in the basement. His grunts and groans were motivation to keep going.
Conditioning. It was always a bitch, but definitely one of my favorite past times. Without the thrill of lights and a possible grad student watching a camera, I found peace in training. Small grains of sand splash ever so lightly with each flowing punch. A large clay pot filled with sand, I was hell bent on being a killing machine in this business. They weren't taking me seriously and it was up to me to get my respect.
With Victory just a matter of days away I was more focused than ever. The entire world was my enemy in my mind's eye, and nothing was far from the truth. I stop punching the sandpit and check my phone. More hate from my peers. I turn off my notifications and crank up the volume on the music. I didn't have time for social media, and I have very little patience for half of the bullshit I was receiving. Someone leaked a photo of my nudes from years prior, and I wasn't too upset about it, but that means the internet nerds have been taking screenshots.
My fists sink into the sand with much more force than before. Frustration was being exploited via knuckle conditioning. The fact that they under estimate me was making it to easy to tear into the sand pit. Fists after fist. I feel a presence and hold still for a moment, resetting my mind and body. It was Harper, his abs were rock solid at the moment and he was drenched in sweat. This was what I lived for right here. Us. One unit, together. Solidarity. His forearms wrap around my breasts and he embraces me, holding me close.
[ H A R P E R::++::M C G U I N E S S]: Take a break. You’ll over work yourself.
His words boomed in my ear softly and his scent forced me to melt. How did he do this to me? I would never know. I think it’s the calm peacefulness. Alone, I’m half human. I needed him more than he knew right now. I’m a kindred spirit, but the bullying I have received has been rough to deal with. I’m often a lone wolf, and as tough as I’ve been acting, who am I kidding, right?
“I can’t take a break babe. I failed.” Leaning forward I grab my phone and begin checking social media. Harper snatches my phone out of my hands. “What are you doing?!”
[ H A R P E R::++::M C G U I N E S S]: This is your problem. Stay out of your phone. Why are you so upset with your image lately?
“It’s my job. Everyone is attacking me because the nude photography. But then, I also lost…” It was hard to speak. Frustration was a mother fucker. Hostility is another thing. “I have to be conscious of my image for EOW. I don’t want the steer anyone away.”
[ H A R P E R::++::M C G U I N E S S]: You don’t have that problem. Your talent speaks for itself. You fell short this time, but think of all the other opportunities that are coming. Conor Jacobs is your next task, leave the lethal lottery in the past and move forward.
He always knew just what to say, and when to say it. What was this imperfection I had been blessed with? We leave the basement and enter through the kitchen. Marble counter tops and polished hard wood floors. The creak of the bed was like the clang of the turnbuckles and the thud of the canvas. Montana and Glen, the swingers of all swingers, were going at it like Vivid Entertainment was paying them.
Harper and myself sneak through the house and leave, shutting the door quietly behind us. The engine of the heavy duty F250 roars to life and we heads out for a healthy breakfast.
::++:: SAVAGE OVERDOSE OF SENSATIONALISM ::++::
A rooftop in New York with the City prominently in the background. Mysti leans forward, her hair hanging over the edge, peering at the very much alive city below her. She turns to face the camera.
“After the things the embarrassment last week, any weak minded soul like Finn Whelan or Matthew Page, would go ahead and take the fall. They’d hit the pavement or maybe a windshield and it’d be all over for them. That’s the feeling I had after Victory went off air. A sad day in the land of the Savages.”
“They hate you because they love you. They hate us because they ain’t us. It’s always some special catch phrase or other, but all I was defeat. The competition would like for me to believe I am inferior to them, but really none of them is in my league. I’m still top five in EOW and there I shall always remain.”
“Victory is growing by the day and with it’s popularity so has mine. An attempt at slandering my image has given many fuel to start fires but the minimal flames come with low heat and little to no burning power.”
“And speaking of little to no burning power, the current Internet champion is throwing punches with sock’em bopper gloves on his hand. A worthy champion for a matter of days before facing the likes of a true competitor. I lost to the number one ranked competitor in the EOW and then later lost in the redemption challenge.”
“My focus is still on the EOW Ultimate championship, but for now I’ll be looking to bring actual value to the Internet Championship. The votes are final and it looks like Falls Count Anywhere will be the decided match stipulation. The fires are stirring in heaven and angels are turning into demons.”
“There will be talk of my loss, and the fact that I was vocal in my confidence has me preparing to walk the halls with my ear buds in my ears. The truth of your greatness lies in peoples reactions to me. The majority rules in favor against me. No one is expecting me to beat Cononr Jacobs and for that very reason I will do just that.”
“I kick teeth down throats for sport. While being overlooked my fellow employees attempts at making me irrelevant have only kept me in title contention, thus making me the most relevant of the litter. Despite falling short on two separate occassions, Mysti Savage is still the one to beat.”
“Mysti Savage is still the one creating a buzz and bringing an element of Fear to the blood stream of the Victory roster. Connor won off luck and a little timing. I plan on ending his hopes and dreams. Whatever amount of self-esteem he has left, it’s gone along with his championship reign.”
“Yeah we all know I lost. But I wasn’t defeated. Hartley capitalized on a not so veteran move and Connor Jacobs, literally gave a blow job to a Wizard for luck before the redemption challenge. The Internet champion is a proven opportunist, but he has yet to pin anyone’s shoulders to the mat.”
Mysti Savage reaches forward and the camera goes stack as her hand covers the lens.
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Skyscraper Rooftop
Brooklyn, NY - September 23, 2016
Brooklyn, NY - September 23, 2016
10:51 PM
Rooftops, they were a special thing to me. The skyline was emaculate and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. A chill night with my good friends Camila Martinez and Hope Gordon was just what I needed to help me relax a little.
[ H O P E::++::G O R D O N]: I am very excited to see the pictures when they are finished editing. LeMay isn’t too upset about the leaked pictures, but we do have a PR team working on getting most of those censored or removed for you.
Hope was always looking out for me. I brighten the screen and hold up the iPad, showing Camila in the background as she fondles the Canon.
[ H O P E::++::G O R D O N]: Also, try to stay away from anything pot related unless it is directly linked to your sponsorship ads for the rolling paper company. The company can excuse those images, as you get paid to do it. But, the mentions on your twitter accounts and to prevent images of you surfacing we will need to crack down on this for you.
“I’m on it chica. I basically have to change who I am.” I say with a hint of sarcasm. Hope giggles.
[ H O P E::++::G O R D O N]: No, always be who you are. Just change what you allow people to know about you. In this image heavy day and age, it is vital to keep a little secrecy. Your status with the fans is receiving a wonderful response after the debut show as well Mysti. Keep this up and we might see a Sensationalist Section at the events.
A girl could only hope and dream for that. “I’ve got one question..” Camila shoves the lenses back into her camera bag behind me. “Conor Jacobs? …. Really?” Hope furrows her brow at my arrogant and whiny attitude. “The no impact champion. The dullest man on the EOW roster?” Yes the chronic had fried my brain and the mass hate had finally taken it’s toll on me.
“I’m serious Hope. You’ve given me nothing but positive feedback, but I still don’t feel very confident in myself.”
[ H O P E::++::G O R D O N]: Come on Mysti. Keep hope alive.
Her pun silences us both. Camila laughs while rising to her feet and stepping closer.
[ C A M I L A::++::M A R T I N E Z]: We hope not to kill you.
Camila and Hope’s playful interactions helped lighten my mood. I wasn’t excactly in the best of moods. Even with nothing to fear or worry about I found a reason to do both. The realization of defeat was too much for me to bear.
[ H O P E::++::G O R D O N]: You lost to probably the best on the EOW roster, which says a lot because even she had a tough time getting past you. I wouldn’t sweat it.
[ C A M I L A::++::M A R T I N E Z]: Yeah don’t sweat it Mysti. We never win them all. Life is more about how you handle losing.
Camila’s attempt at making the tension of the situation ease was failing miserably. I felt as if I were destined to lose forever, and I was judging from the outcome of one night. This was silly. I needed to smoke and relax but both seemed so far away from me.
[ H O P E::++::G O R D O N]: Well, I’ve got more phone calls to make. Keep your head up Mysti, this is only the beginning, keep at it. Good talking to you Mila, keep Mysti sane please.
Hope ends the facetime call and her face disappears from the screen. I begin stuffing the iPad back into a backpack with Camila standing close by. “Are we taking more photographs today? I kind of want to stop.”
Camila cracks a smile before walking over and opening the door to the stairs that lead to the elevator.
[ C A M I L A::++::M A R T I N E Z]: Come on. You need a moment to relax. Let’s go out tonight. Drinks on me.
Camila leads the way and I follow allowing the door to slam shut behind us.
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