Post by K.I.S.S. on Jun 12, 2015 18:57:59 GMT -6
Being home usually doesn’t include a sense of foreboding or anxiety over what’s gonna happen unless you’re a child who’s done wrong at school and your parents have been notified. In those instances, you can feel like the guy being walked down the last hallway to the execution chamber, just waiting to hear somebody scream out, “Dead Man Walking!” Bethany Kenyon had felt that way since the end of her match with Sentinel at Spring Slaughter. She’d felt in the backstage area of the arena and then all the way home and into her reunion with her boyfriend, Brody Montgomery. What would happen with her friend, Jeszika Gautier? What about Jeszika’s girlfriend, Carrie Winter? And what would happen with her sister, Ashley Kenyon? These questions had been bouncing around inside her mind for days, though it felt longer.
Now, as Bethany drives over to Jeszika’s house, that sense of dread was building up even higher because she was guaranteed to have at least, possibly two of those questions answered. Would these be answers she really wanted or would they destroy everything she and her little family had managed to build?
She pulls into Jeszika’s driveway and turns her trusty old Ford Explorer off, patting the dashboard lovingly before disembarking from the vehicle. She closes the SUV’s door and then makes her way up the walk to the front door. This was it…
She takes a deep breath and knocks, hoping there won’t be an explosion any time soon as a result. The door opens and Jeszika’s mechanic boyfriend, Kristian Devereaux, stands there, nodding, seemingly happy to see her here. Bethany nods to him, happy to see jeszika isn’t here alone.
Bethany Kenyon: Hey...
Kristian nods back.
Kristian Devereaux: Hey...
He steps back and invites her inside. They walk in and find Jeszika lying on her couch.
Bethany Kenyon: Hey, Jez.
Jeszika Gautier: Get called her to help baby sit me too? You guys are no fun! All I wanna do is go make that bastard regret everything...
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: No, I just got back. Nik's off trying to see what relationship, if any, we still have with Ash...
Jeszika shrugs.
Jeszika Gautier: Good luck with that…
Bethany nods knowingly. As bad as things had been between she and her sister, they had been that much worse between her sister and Jeszika.
Bethany Kenyon: How are you?
Jeszika almost laughs at the question.
Jeszika Gautier: Pissed... sore... what do you think? I wanna go tear that scrawny bastard head off!
She shifts in her seat looking like she might get up and do just that
Bethany Kenyon: Have you talked to Carrie?
Jeszika nods quickly, almost too quickly.
Jeszika Gautier: Yes, she's busy working at the moment... she'll be home later tonight.
Bethany nods, sighing as she almost eats her next question before she asks it.
Bethany Kenyon: Is she sober?
Jeszika nods again.
Jeszika Gautier: Yes... I however.... so many fucken pain pills... on concussion watch... when all I wanna do right now is make an asshole squeal.
Managing to make eye contact with her friend, Bethany takes a deep breath. This question was one that could cause trouble.
Bethany Kenyon: Have you had any thoughts about... other stuff?
Jeszika looks back at Bethany like she’d really like to not be talking about this.
Jeszika Gautier: Diving into drugs and drinking to the bottom of all the bottles of alcohol I can? Yes...
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: I’m sorry, Jezzy…
Jeszika shakes her head, waving her hand dismissively and almost falling over in the process.
Jeszika Gautier: You're not the one who'll needs to be sorry, B. HE will be…
Bethany nods knowingly.
Bethany Kenyon: I’ll say, Sentinel put him on notice already.
Jeszika raises a her hand absently, as if she’s offering a toast with a glass that doesn’t exist.
Jeszika Gautier: At least we think the same way there...
Bethany nods slowly while Kristian watches with concern from closer to the door.
Bethany Kenyon: He put Ash on notice too.
This catches Jeszika off-guard.
Jeszika Gautier: Ash? Why?
She frowns confused.
Bethany Kenyon: She’s his next match, Champion vs Champion…
The confusion grows on Jeszika's face.
Jeszika Gautier: Champion... vs champion...
Her jaw drops.
Jeszika Gautier: Oh shit... he beat you... I didn't see the match, I was in the doctor's room…
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: I know, Nik had you on your way home by the time I got there after to be checked out.
Jeszika looks away for a second, shame and guilt mixing in with the anger she s already feeling inside over this.
Jeszika Gautier: I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, B... it's his fault I wasn't too... that fucking son of a bitch... and his little minions... fuck sake I thought we already had our creepy cult... now we have this…
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: He got Craven in the parking lot too.
Jeszika’s eyes go wide.
Jeszika Gautier: Craven? Why Craven? He has nothing to do with this.... aside from being another innocent person I accused...
Ashamed, she pauses, shaking her head.
Jeszika Gautier: How was I so fucking blind and stupid?!!
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: Apparently, Hunter and his lady friend there like to go to the Pleasure Dome and did something to that girl that accompanies Baron to the ring, Jade. Craven, being the security guy there, objected… they beat him up in the parking lot, Jezzy, beat him bad… and he still walked into the ring still covered in blood… iiii they started on him again…
Jeszika Gautier: Bastard!!
She growls.
Bethany Kenyon: Freeman rode in to help him.
Again, Jeszika’s eyes go wide in surprise, this time almost pleasantly.
Jeszika Gautier: Freeman? He's back?
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: He’s on the next card against Photo Bob and I kinda think he and Jade used to… maybe… I don’t know...
She trails off and Jeszika nods understandingly. The three of them remain silent for a second, each seemingly searching for what else to say.
Jeszika Gautier: I can't believe Sentinel beat you, B... he didn't hurt you did he?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: No… just… enough to get me.
Jeszika shakes her head in shame again.
Jeszika Gautier: Can't believe I thought it was him...
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: Never saw Hunter coming.
Jeszika pounds her fist on the couch.
Jeszika Gautier: We should have... the first email... was from Elias Hunter... I blamed it in Sentinel even though he was too big... I blamed Craven even though the accent was wrong... I lashed out at everyone blaming them.... accusing them…
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: There was a lot of confusion, how were you supposed to know for sure?
Kristian shakes his head.
Kristian Devereaux: She never does, does she?
Bethany and Jeszika frown at him.
Bethany Kenyon: Do what?
Kristian nods to both of them.
Kristian Devereaux: Say, “I told you so.”
Jeszika nods, swallowing hard.
Jeszika Gautier: I know... She did and I was wrong... way wrong and that Hunter bastard is probably laughing it up right now.
Kristian walks over and sits down next to them on the couch.
Kristian Devereaux: Assuming he can see you.
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: Usually a safe assumption, isn’t it?
Jeszika Gautier: That's because it proves true more times than not…
Kristian nods.
Kristian Devereaux: So.. how are you?
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: I’m fine.
Jeszika pats her friend on the shoulder.
Jeszika Gautier: Defeat is a hard pill to swallow…
Kristian nods to Bethany knowingly.
Kristian Devereaux: Especially when it’s not in the ring.
Jeszika frowns in confusion again.
Jeszika Gautier: Not in the ring?
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash…
Jeszika shakes her head.
Jeszika Gautier: That's not a defeat... that's an ongoing fight. Just give her time, B.
Bethany nods slowly, sadly.
Bethany Kenyon: You need to do the same where Hunter is concerned. Don’t just go running into him…
She pauses and Kristian nods.
Kristian Devereaux: She’s right, you can’t go off half-cocked.
Jeszika Gautier: Not like I can go get him right now anyways with you two keeping an eye on me... concussion or not, if I see him at the show this week I will kill him, I swear…
Bethany nods slowly, sadly.
Bethany Kenyon: That’s what I’m afraid of…
Jeszika Gautier: You know I can't let him get away with this, B...
Bethany nods all over again.
Bethany Kenyon: Yeah, I know.
Jeszika Gautier: then what do you suppose I do?
Bethany sighs heavily.
Bethany Kenyon: I don’t know…
Jeszika Gautier: so am I meant to just sit here and dream about how much I want his head on a stake for the next god knows how long until doctor clears me to fight again?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: No, Jez, just… don’t… go without a plan…
She sighs.
Bethany Kenyon: I don’t wanna lose you the way we are Ash.
Jeszika Gautier: You won't lose me, B.... ever…
Bethany hugs her friend.
Bethany Kenyon: I love you, Jezzy.
Jeszika Gautier: You too, B... and Kris don't think you're escaping from this hug.. get your ass over here.
Kristian slides over and hugs them as well.
A couple of hours later, Bethany sits in her own living room staring at the floor as her webcam opens on her.
Bethany Kenyon: It’s… whateva…
Shaking her head with more disappointment than disgust, Bethany slowly lifts her gaze to the camera.
Bethany Kenyon: Somehow, I knew you’d just blow this off, Vince. Somehow I knew that you would basically say and do nothing about this match even though, it should mean the world to you. Here you’re walking into this next few shows as the man to challenge the man for the Championship and…
She cocks her head incredulously.
Bethany Kenyon: You’d think that’d mean something to you, Vince. You’d think walking into these matches, you’d wanna do everything in your power to make sure there’s no reason to change that. That the fans watching at home, the other wrestlers in the back, the people working for the company in a behind the scenes capacity, none of them had the opportunity to have any kind of outrage and say you don’t deserve to be there and thus demand Oliver change it to somebody else.
She sits back, shrugging a little more.
Bethany Kenyon: But even more than that, you’re getting in the ring with a woman named Kenyon, to say nothing of a woman that has held that Championship you’ve basically said should be just handed to you because, well, it was already yours just for breathing, so why not make it official and save everybody, especially you, the time and effort it would take to do it the old-fashioned way.
She crosses her arms, still looking more disappointed than disgusted.
Bethany Kenyon: What’s wrong, Vince, that silver tongue of yours get caught on your brother’s dick again or did you manage to perform autofellatio this time and just make everyone else around you obsolete in the process?
Her arms drop to her sides.
Bethany Kenyon: You better start caring, Vince, because if you don’t, history is gonna repeat itself. You don’t seem to like facing a Kenyon Sister when it matters, do you, Vince? Call us Barbie Bitches all you want but these Barbies make you look like a eunuch desperately in need of stem cell research to make a transplant possible and then TRT to make it work again. Should we just start calling you Mrs. Garrison or should we check your lady there’s purse to see if she’s carrying what passes for your balls in her wallet next to the credit cards she probably uses to make you cry when the bills come in.
She shrugs, looking like she’s gonna laugh.
Bethany Kenyon: Hey, we’ve all heard the rumors that you can’t satisfy her anyway so this being all blasé about shit because you think you’ve already got it in hand really isn’t that surprising.
She looks into the camera, and nods, dead serious.
Bethany Kenyon: You better start seeing this as more than just “whateva” because if you don’t, I’m gonna show you what a real Kiss Off looks like and when I do, you ain’t gonna have a whole lotta shit on your mind no more, Vince. You’ll just have to sit up, look around and notice that everyone in that arena sees you just got punked by a girl half your size when it mattered all over again and just maybe, you can kiss that title shot goodbye!
She stands up and nods to the camera.
Bethany Kenyon: I’m not “whateva,” Vince, my name is Bethany Kenyon and you can kiss my ass!
Now, as Bethany drives over to Jeszika’s house, that sense of dread was building up even higher because she was guaranteed to have at least, possibly two of those questions answered. Would these be answers she really wanted or would they destroy everything she and her little family had managed to build?
She pulls into Jeszika’s driveway and turns her trusty old Ford Explorer off, patting the dashboard lovingly before disembarking from the vehicle. She closes the SUV’s door and then makes her way up the walk to the front door. This was it…
She takes a deep breath and knocks, hoping there won’t be an explosion any time soon as a result. The door opens and Jeszika’s mechanic boyfriend, Kristian Devereaux, stands there, nodding, seemingly happy to see her here. Bethany nods to him, happy to see jeszika isn’t here alone.
Bethany Kenyon: Hey...
Kristian nods back.
Kristian Devereaux: Hey...
He steps back and invites her inside. They walk in and find Jeszika lying on her couch.
Bethany Kenyon: Hey, Jez.
Jeszika Gautier: Get called her to help baby sit me too? You guys are no fun! All I wanna do is go make that bastard regret everything...
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: No, I just got back. Nik's off trying to see what relationship, if any, we still have with Ash...
Jeszika shrugs.
Jeszika Gautier: Good luck with that…
Bethany nods knowingly. As bad as things had been between she and her sister, they had been that much worse between her sister and Jeszika.
Bethany Kenyon: How are you?
Jeszika almost laughs at the question.
Jeszika Gautier: Pissed... sore... what do you think? I wanna go tear that scrawny bastard head off!
She shifts in her seat looking like she might get up and do just that
Bethany Kenyon: Have you talked to Carrie?
Jeszika nods quickly, almost too quickly.
Jeszika Gautier: Yes, she's busy working at the moment... she'll be home later tonight.
Bethany nods, sighing as she almost eats her next question before she asks it.
Bethany Kenyon: Is she sober?
Jeszika nods again.
Jeszika Gautier: Yes... I however.... so many fucken pain pills... on concussion watch... when all I wanna do right now is make an asshole squeal.
Managing to make eye contact with her friend, Bethany takes a deep breath. This question was one that could cause trouble.
Bethany Kenyon: Have you had any thoughts about... other stuff?
Jeszika looks back at Bethany like she’d really like to not be talking about this.
Jeszika Gautier: Diving into drugs and drinking to the bottom of all the bottles of alcohol I can? Yes...
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: I’m sorry, Jezzy…
Jeszika shakes her head, waving her hand dismissively and almost falling over in the process.
Jeszika Gautier: You're not the one who'll needs to be sorry, B. HE will be…
Bethany nods knowingly.
Bethany Kenyon: I’ll say, Sentinel put him on notice already.
Jeszika raises a her hand absently, as if she’s offering a toast with a glass that doesn’t exist.
Jeszika Gautier: At least we think the same way there...
Bethany nods slowly while Kristian watches with concern from closer to the door.
Bethany Kenyon: He put Ash on notice too.
This catches Jeszika off-guard.
Jeszika Gautier: Ash? Why?
She frowns confused.
Bethany Kenyon: She’s his next match, Champion vs Champion…
The confusion grows on Jeszika's face.
Jeszika Gautier: Champion... vs champion...
Her jaw drops.
Jeszika Gautier: Oh shit... he beat you... I didn't see the match, I was in the doctor's room…
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: I know, Nik had you on your way home by the time I got there after to be checked out.
Jeszika looks away for a second, shame and guilt mixing in with the anger she s already feeling inside over this.
Jeszika Gautier: I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, B... it's his fault I wasn't too... that fucking son of a bitch... and his little minions... fuck sake I thought we already had our creepy cult... now we have this…
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: He got Craven in the parking lot too.
Jeszika’s eyes go wide.
Jeszika Gautier: Craven? Why Craven? He has nothing to do with this.... aside from being another innocent person I accused...
Ashamed, she pauses, shaking her head.
Jeszika Gautier: How was I so fucking blind and stupid?!!
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: Apparently, Hunter and his lady friend there like to go to the Pleasure Dome and did something to that girl that accompanies Baron to the ring, Jade. Craven, being the security guy there, objected… they beat him up in the parking lot, Jezzy, beat him bad… and he still walked into the ring still covered in blood… iiii they started on him again…
Jeszika Gautier: Bastard!!
She growls.
Bethany Kenyon: Freeman rode in to help him.
Again, Jeszika’s eyes go wide in surprise, this time almost pleasantly.
Jeszika Gautier: Freeman? He's back?
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: He’s on the next card against Photo Bob and I kinda think he and Jade used to… maybe… I don’t know...
She trails off and Jeszika nods understandingly. The three of them remain silent for a second, each seemingly searching for what else to say.
Jeszika Gautier: I can't believe Sentinel beat you, B... he didn't hurt you did he?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: No… just… enough to get me.
Jeszika shakes her head in shame again.
Jeszika Gautier: Can't believe I thought it was him...
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: Never saw Hunter coming.
Jeszika pounds her fist on the couch.
Jeszika Gautier: We should have... the first email... was from Elias Hunter... I blamed it in Sentinel even though he was too big... I blamed Craven even though the accent was wrong... I lashed out at everyone blaming them.... accusing them…
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: There was a lot of confusion, how were you supposed to know for sure?
Kristian shakes his head.
Kristian Devereaux: She never does, does she?
Bethany and Jeszika frown at him.
Bethany Kenyon: Do what?
Kristian nods to both of them.
Kristian Devereaux: Say, “I told you so.”
Jeszika nods, swallowing hard.
Jeszika Gautier: I know... She did and I was wrong... way wrong and that Hunter bastard is probably laughing it up right now.
Kristian walks over and sits down next to them on the couch.
Kristian Devereaux: Assuming he can see you.
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: Usually a safe assumption, isn’t it?
Jeszika Gautier: That's because it proves true more times than not…
Kristian nods.
Kristian Devereaux: So.. how are you?
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: I’m fine.
Jeszika pats her friend on the shoulder.
Jeszika Gautier: Defeat is a hard pill to swallow…
Kristian nods to Bethany knowingly.
Kristian Devereaux: Especially when it’s not in the ring.
Jeszika frowns in confusion again.
Jeszika Gautier: Not in the ring?
Bethany nods.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash…
Jeszika shakes her head.
Jeszika Gautier: That's not a defeat... that's an ongoing fight. Just give her time, B.
Bethany nods slowly, sadly.
Bethany Kenyon: You need to do the same where Hunter is concerned. Don’t just go running into him…
She pauses and Kristian nods.
Kristian Devereaux: She’s right, you can’t go off half-cocked.
Jeszika Gautier: Not like I can go get him right now anyways with you two keeping an eye on me... concussion or not, if I see him at the show this week I will kill him, I swear…
Bethany nods slowly, sadly.
Bethany Kenyon: That’s what I’m afraid of…
Jeszika Gautier: You know I can't let him get away with this, B...
Bethany nods all over again.
Bethany Kenyon: Yeah, I know.
Jeszika Gautier: then what do you suppose I do?
Bethany sighs heavily.
Bethany Kenyon: I don’t know…
Jeszika Gautier: so am I meant to just sit here and dream about how much I want his head on a stake for the next god knows how long until doctor clears me to fight again?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: No, Jez, just… don’t… go without a plan…
She sighs.
Bethany Kenyon: I don’t wanna lose you the way we are Ash.
Jeszika Gautier: You won't lose me, B.... ever…
Bethany hugs her friend.
Bethany Kenyon: I love you, Jezzy.
Jeszika Gautier: You too, B... and Kris don't think you're escaping from this hug.. get your ass over here.
Kristian slides over and hugs them as well.
A couple of hours later, Bethany sits in her own living room staring at the floor as her webcam opens on her.
Bethany Kenyon: It’s… whateva…
Shaking her head with more disappointment than disgust, Bethany slowly lifts her gaze to the camera.
Bethany Kenyon: Somehow, I knew you’d just blow this off, Vince. Somehow I knew that you would basically say and do nothing about this match even though, it should mean the world to you. Here you’re walking into this next few shows as the man to challenge the man for the Championship and…
She cocks her head incredulously.
Bethany Kenyon: You’d think that’d mean something to you, Vince. You’d think walking into these matches, you’d wanna do everything in your power to make sure there’s no reason to change that. That the fans watching at home, the other wrestlers in the back, the people working for the company in a behind the scenes capacity, none of them had the opportunity to have any kind of outrage and say you don’t deserve to be there and thus demand Oliver change it to somebody else.
She sits back, shrugging a little more.
Bethany Kenyon: But even more than that, you’re getting in the ring with a woman named Kenyon, to say nothing of a woman that has held that Championship you’ve basically said should be just handed to you because, well, it was already yours just for breathing, so why not make it official and save everybody, especially you, the time and effort it would take to do it the old-fashioned way.
She crosses her arms, still looking more disappointed than disgusted.
Bethany Kenyon: What’s wrong, Vince, that silver tongue of yours get caught on your brother’s dick again or did you manage to perform autofellatio this time and just make everyone else around you obsolete in the process?
Her arms drop to her sides.
Bethany Kenyon: You better start caring, Vince, because if you don’t, history is gonna repeat itself. You don’t seem to like facing a Kenyon Sister when it matters, do you, Vince? Call us Barbie Bitches all you want but these Barbies make you look like a eunuch desperately in need of stem cell research to make a transplant possible and then TRT to make it work again. Should we just start calling you Mrs. Garrison or should we check your lady there’s purse to see if she’s carrying what passes for your balls in her wallet next to the credit cards she probably uses to make you cry when the bills come in.
She shrugs, looking like she’s gonna laugh.
Bethany Kenyon: Hey, we’ve all heard the rumors that you can’t satisfy her anyway so this being all blasé about shit because you think you’ve already got it in hand really isn’t that surprising.
She looks into the camera, and nods, dead serious.
Bethany Kenyon: You better start seeing this as more than just “whateva” because if you don’t, I’m gonna show you what a real Kiss Off looks like and when I do, you ain’t gonna have a whole lotta shit on your mind no more, Vince. You’ll just have to sit up, look around and notice that everyone in that arena sees you just got punked by a girl half your size when it mattered all over again and just maybe, you can kiss that title shot goodbye!
She stands up and nods to the camera.
Bethany Kenyon: I’m not “whateva,” Vince, my name is Bethany Kenyon and you can kiss my ass!
