The Case of the Easy Bargain Bottom Feeder – August 28, 2018

August 23, 2018
Immediately Following Thursday Throwdown

Jansen Myrrh storms into her locker room and throws her pool cue against the wall. It doesn’t break, but does make a loud racket. Following behind her, the large shadow that is known as Paul Banter closes the door behind him. “What’s your problem, Myrrh?”

Jansen spins around, “I didn’t get to finish the job on Bentley! I didn’t get to break that idiot’s leg!”

Paul places a hand on her shoulder, “Calm down. What was our goal? What did we say we wanted to do tonight?”

Jansen blows out a large breath of air and after a few moments, “Get on the PPV. Get on Good Times.”

The large bald head of her manager nods his head. “And what did we accomplish?”

The light does go on for Jansen Myrrh. She realizes that he’s right. He typically is. “We got a match on the PPV,” she finally admits as she sits  herself down on the bench and runs her fingers through her long dark hair. “You’re right. It wasn’t really about Bentley. I mean, that lucky loser is going to be lucky to last in this business, particularly if she hangs around with that basket weaving idiot, Emily Falls. We did get on the PPV. My first one at that. I gotta beat that pink-haired twit.”

Paul laughs, “Trust me. You will. She doesn’t stand a chance in hell.”


August 26, 2018
Rose City Wrestling 24

Dividing her time wasn’t a good idea. That was something Paul had taught her, but she absolutely wanted to be here tonight. Emily Falls would be taken care of on Thursday. It was that turncoat, Kem Dynamo that needed to be taught a lesson tonight.

When Paul and Jansen left the arena, she had cost Dynamo her shot at the championship and set herself up for success at the next Academy show when she faced Dynamo, one on one.

They headed for the airport and a flight to New Orleans.


August 28, 2018
New Orleans, LA

“Look, I don’t want you to get a head of yourself, but once we get done with Falls, I have something I want to run by you. I think it’s time to put you in the title picture and I think I know how to get it done,” Paul was speaking as Jansen was working out.  It would be weights today and light cardio first thing in the morning and then resting up until showtime on Thursday.

“Which title?” Jansen was eager to be on the hunt for a title, but she also knew she had much to learn. Everything Paul was teaching her was great and she felt like her career was finally back on track. Hell, people were actually talking about her for a change. She wasn’t transparent any longer. She was a talking point. People were looking forward to her match at Good Times. Her Twitter following was growing and she was now on everyone’s radar. Even the other wrestlers were tweeting about her.  Paul hadn’t answered her, so as she looked up she realized they weren’t alone.


Biff Franklin was standing in the gym. Paul rose to his feet. Biff turns to Paul, “Mind if I have a word in private with my former protege?”

Paul was about to say something, but Jansen just nodded and Paul shrugged and stepped out of the room, letting the door close behind him.

“You sure this is how you want things to go?”

He wasn’t going to mince words. He never did. He said or asked whatever was on his mind. He had finished up his run as GM of HCW and to be honest, it was the last person she expected to see. “What are you doing here?” she asks as she reaches for a towel to wipe at her sweaty forehead.

“Thought I’d come check out the show. Not going to lie, there’s a part of me that’s a little proud of you, but understand, going up this quick can turn on you just as quick. I’ve seen it before. Careers skyrocket and then come crashing down to Earth in a matter of weeks, months. I was no saint when I wrestled, but I did my time before I made it big. I took the beatings and kissed ass and did all of those things that rookies do.”

Jansen was listening, but was she really listening? “Things are different now. It’s not the same now as it was before when you broke in, Biff. Paul has me on the right track. I can feel it. And you know what? It feels good.”

Biff just grins and nods. “Not going to lie. You look like a natural out there. Maybe the reason you were losing was because you weren’t being who you really are meant to be and now you are. Well, if this is the path you take, then perhaps there’s something I need to pass down to you. It’s not like I’m not going to be using it anymore.”

Jansen blinks and then stands up from her workout bench, “You mean…?”

Biff nods, “I think it’s time.”


The Same Evening

“You know, Emily Falls. People around here think you’re come kind of moron.”

Jansen Myrrh has started her live stream on her social media account as she is back in her hotel room.

“But I think they’re half right. You’re not a complete moron. I believe you’re half moron and half fool. You think you’re some kind of superhero and that you’re going to right all the wrongs in this world. Well, I hate to tell you this but I’m not the supervillain his this story. I’m not the evil you need to vanquish. What I did to that has-been Candi Bratton, she had it coming. She’s had it coming for a very long time and you know what?”

“I’m not sorry I did it. I feel absolutely no remorse so even if you do beat me… I’ll say the words. I’ll live up to my end of the deal, but you know and I know and the entire world will know that I don’t mean one damn word of that apology you want me to issue. She got what she had coming for everything she put me through. Growing up without my uncle, that was her fault. So, if you think that these words you want me to utter are going to cause me to take you lightly, forget about that. I’ll never apologize. I’m never going to be in a position where I have to apologize. I’m not going to let you beat me.”

“I’ll say this. You’re better than people give you credit for. In the locker room, no one wants to get in the ring with you. No one wants to work with you. They don’t want to be responsible for hurting you. That’s the difference between them and myself.”

Jansen leans in real close.

“I have no problem whatsoever hurting you. On Thursday, it’ll be Good Times for me. Not so much for you.”

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