11-12-2019, 03:12 PM
October 27, 2019 - Under Attack - St. Louis, Missouri
Jordan breaks away from the pack of people as she heads backstage following a win over Ravyn. She’s limping, as bad as she has in weeks. She looks over her shoulder and sees Jake Starr looking at her, chair in hand. He nods and she keeps making her way down the hall. As she enters Bree’s private locker room, she’s bombarded with someone grabbing her by the front of her gear, almost knocking her to the ground.
Bree: What. The. Fuck?
A freshly showered and still-champion Bree glares at her.
Jordan: Bree!? What are you doing?
Bree: For weeks now. Weeks! You’ve gone out of your way to talk shit on Jake Starr. I asked you what the deal was and you brushed it off as just based on talk you heard. And now he just randomly decides to help you ward off an attack from Infamous?
Jordan: I guess he didn’t want to see another person get ripped to pieces by those vultures. I didn’t see anyone else running out to help.
Bree forcefully lets go of Jordan’s top and watches Jordan stumbles back a few steps. Jordan turns and sees Jaina looking confused by everything that’s happening. Jordan lifts her left leg and winces as she leans against the wall.
Bree: Stop bullshitting me, Jordan.
Jordan feels a lump in her throat as her eyes close tightly and she lets out a big sigh.
Jaina: Jordan. Just tell us what’s going on?
Jordan: I’ll start from the beginning…
2009 - Omaha, Nebraska
Jordan, or Kylie as most called her back then, sits on the end of her twin-size bed. She stares at a small TV at a broadcast of SCW. The volume down as low as it can be while still being able to hear it. In the background bottles can be heard clanking together in a crash that somehow didn’t end in glass breaking. Kylie perks up and searches quickly for a remote. Her door flies open and a drunk woman stumbles in and stares at the shocked girl below her before looking to see what she was watching.
Woman: Of course you’re watching this garbage.
Kylie: No, mom! Sorry, I’m just flipping through the channels and you scared me.
The woman, who Kylie called mom but most others called Christina, smirks as she lifts a bottle of vodka to her lips and takes a drink. She wipes her mouth.
Christina: Your family is so pathetic!
Kylie: Mom?
Chistina: All of you. So obsessed with this bullshit. This wrestling crap.
Kylie: It’s just because of Jake. They love Jake. And -
Christina: And you’re just like him! Don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’ve been going to that trash pit and training with all those men. They probably look at you as nothing but a piece of ass.
Christina moves closer and pushes Kylie into her bed, spilling vodka on the sheets in the process.
Christina: Is that all you are? A piece of ass? A slut?
Kylie: Mom!? Stop!? Please!?
Christina: I should have never taken you. You ungrateful little shit. I wish they’d left you on the side of the road where you belong.
Christina pushes Kylie into the bed again and again, and suddenly Kylie pushes her back and starts to run. Christina whips up in her drunken state and grabs the girl by her hair and whips her back. She puts a hand on her throat.
Christina: I’m talking to you!
Kylie struggles in her mother’s grasp. Christina tightens her grip.
Christina: You ruined my life! All I wanted was a child. They gave me you! You!? You made him leave us! This was all your fault! I hate you!
Kylie can feel herself fading in the grip as she struggles. She reaches out and rakes her fingers across the eyes of Christina, who drops her bottle on the ground and releases her grip.
Christina: You bitch!?
Kylie crawls across the ground and scrambles as she works to her feet and stands in the doorway of her small room.
Christina: Run off you little bitch. Run off and see if they want you. They didn’t want you in the first place. They hated you, too!
Kylie: Shut up!
Christina: You think you’re gonna be just like him!? Just because think you’re a Starr? You’re no more Starr than I am!
Kylie: Mom… please stop it.
Christina: I’m not your mother. Nobody wants you. Not even your brother…
Christina stumbles toward Kylie who screams and runs through the doorway.
October 27, 2019 - Under Attack - St. Louis, Missouri
Bree shakes her head as she Jordan finishes her story. She looks up at a monitor and sees people still entering for the chamber match. Jaina stares at the floor, looking shocked by these developments.
Bree: Sienna isn’t going to like this. I don’t like this…
Jordan: I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. I never asked for this to happen.
Bree snaps her glance back at Jordan and crosses her arms. She looks intensely disappointed.
Bree: I asked you, more than once, what was your issue with him. You had all these chances to tell me, and you didn’t!
Jaina: And me? Why not tell me!?
Jordan: I didn’t expect it to ever change. I thought it would never come up.
Bree: So you admit you just blatantly lied to me? I thought we were better friends than that.
Jordan: We are. I didn’t lie, I just… left out some details along the way. I guess.
Jaina: Gods, that doesn’t sound good.
Bree: What else haven’t you told me? Huh? First the stuff with the safe house...
Jaina: Hey!?
Bree: Now this? What else?
Jordan: There’s nothing else. I promise. Please, I’m sorry Bree.
Bree shakes her head as she stands there and leers at Jordan. A deep sigh escapes Bree as she breaks her glance.
Bree: Congrats on the win I guess. You know when my plane leaves tomorrow. Don’t be late.
Bree walks out of the locker room quickly, leaving Jordan there to just slump back against the wall.
Jordan: Fuck…
Jaina stays a distance away, crossing her arms and just shaking her head.
October 28, 2019 - Lambert International Airport - St. Louis, Missouri.
Jordan wheels her bag behind her as she enters the private terminal and smiles to the girl at the front counter.
Jordan: Hi, I’m here to meet my group for our flight to New Orleans… I must have beat them here?
Girl: No, that flight left about an hour ago.
Jordan looks back and her face turns white.
Jordan: I’m sorry, what?
Girl: They requested an earlier flight time and took an open window. It looks like their full group of four boarded the plane.
Jordan: Four? It was supposed to be five!
Girl: I’m sorry, mam. I’m not sure how I can help you. I don’t have any details that we missed a passenger.
Jordan turns away and scrambles to her pocket and sends a text to Bree.
Jordan text: Did you guys leave me here in St. Louis? Seriously??
Jordan stands there waiting as the girl at the counter watches her. She sees the spinning wheel on her phone start as Bree begins to type back and finally it comes through.
Bree text: We decided to leave earlier and you never showed up. Thought you might have left with him.
Jordan text: No! Of course not! Why didn’t you tell me!?
Bree text: Never lied about when we were going to leave, but I guess I left out some details.
Jordan growls to herself and thinks about spiking her phone into the ground before stomping out of the terminal and heading for the main terminals.
October 31, 2019 - In The Sky - Bree’s Private Plane
It’s dead quiet on the flight as the crew heads back to Los Angeles for the Halloween party at Taylor Chase’s house.. The flight has barely left New Orleans and Jaina and Jordan chat quietly near the back of the plane when Bree comes walking up to them.
Bree: Jaina, can I have a minute with Jordan. Just a minute, babe.
Jaina nods and stands up, walking up from where Bree just came from. Bree takes a seat in Jaina’s place and crosses one leg over the other. She stares at Jordan, who tiredly looks back at her without saying a word.
Bree: Let’s get this out of the way so the rest of the flight isn’t awkward. I know you started to explain on the phone, but this is better. Let me just say first though… I’m still not pleased with all this. I asked you to come with us because Sienna begged me to be there and Jaina convinced me to cut you some slack. And she’s right, until this you’ve only ever shown me support and friendship. And I know this isn’t really about me, but that said, you know how I am about honesty. I felt betrayed. Why lie to me?
Jordan sits up a little bit straighter in her seat and looks like she doesn’t know what to say. Bree lifts her brows slightly as if to say she’s waiting for an answer.
Jordan: I never wanted anyone to think I was only here because I’m his sister. I didn’t want anyone to think I wasn’t really capable of doing this on my own. It’s not like I grew up with him. We grew up in different homes, with different parents. He’s decades older than me. Christ, he’s old enough to be my dad… I wanted this to be something I did on my own. I’m not Kylie Starr. I’m Jordan Majors.
Bree nods, trying to keep an open mind in the conversation.
Bree: I wish you would have felt like you could have told me. I want you to trust me enough that you feel like you can tell me anything. I need us to trust each other. If you’re hiding things, it makes me wonder if I can trust you. And I need to be able to fully trust you with Jaina if this is going to continue like it seems it will. I want Sienna to know she can trust you, too. That’s important to me. It should be to you, too.
Jordan: It is important! It is! I just screwed up. I should have told you. Honestly I never thought he’d return. When he showed up for Taking Hold of the Flame, I was annoyed. I thought he would let this be my time. But I guess he had goals, too. Somewhere within him, I think he feels the need to protect me or something and make up for the past. I don’t need it. But it is what it is.
Bree sort of smirks and leans back into her chair, crossing her arms.
Bree: Believe me when I say I know all too well about the intentions of a big brother. Especially when they’re much older than you are. I can’t pretend to understand what you went through. It sounds abysmal. I can only think to the future. You know what you need to do with me going forward, right?
Jordan: Yes.
Bree: What about Jake?
Jordan: I guess we’ll be fighting Ravyn and her buddies together now.
Bree: Yeah, babe. I wondered about that. But do you really not like him? Or was that just some sort of show for me?
Jordan shakes her head and looks out a window at the blue and white mixed sky.
Jordan: I don’t know to be honest. Part of me wants to hate him. Part of me appreciates what he’s done for me at different times. He never had to do anything he did. He wasn’t obligated in any way at all. There was a time I ran away from home and I found him at a show in Omaha. He knew who I was, but he didn’t want me to believe I was anything other than his cousin or something. I told him some things that were happening. He didn’t know what to do. It was out of his wheelhouse. So he put me in touch with some people to help me in other ways. Everyday I went to school, then I trained in a ring and then I came home to put up with more mental and sometimes physical abuse. So I guess my family past has come back to rear its ugly head. He saved me from another injury most likely. Maybe he can help me end this thing with Ravyn once and for all.
Bree: You know I would be helping you if I could. Sienna, too. We’re all being stretched so thin right now.
Jordan: I know. Bree you know I love you and I never meant to hurt the trust between us. I’ll never stop trying to earn that back. I promise. I think I know what I’m doing. Trust me when I say that and let me show you that it’s worth it to trust me.
Bree: Okay. I believe you. And if you think it’s worth figuring out if he’s being sincere or not, or whatever… I won’t get in the way of that. Not everyone gets a second chance with their older brothers.
Jordan: Thanks.
Bree smiles and nods as she stands up and Jaina comes walking back to sit back down in the seat. Jaina tilts her head.
Jaina: Everything ok, babe?
Jordan: It’s starting to be ok again. It’s getting there.
Jordan smiles wide as she looks out the window.
Promo
Jordan appears in the locker room backstage at Breakdown as she shoots a video of herself with her phone.
How does that feel, huh Ravyn? How does that feel? You’re such a bad, bad girl, but I just watched you run away with your tail in your twat. You think you’re so clever. You think you know any and everything, but you know basic math, right? Two. Count that. One finger, two fingers. I know you’re familiar with that and more from all your time with Syren, but in this case we’re just talking about records. You just can’t seem to beat me when those lights are the brightest. You should be embarrassed of yourself. I’m a rookie and you’re supposed to be one of the best of all freaking time. And now not only have I beaten you twice, but I’ve taken away your extracurricular fun. You can’t just beat up on me after the matches anymore. Now? You just get to tuck that tail again and run away. My time will beat you. They will beat the tag champions who unfortunately have to join you. The momentum of mine you keep trying to kill, it’s only going to grow more. I think we’re starting to see the real truth here come to light. Your time, your light, it’s fading. You’re a candle in the wind ready to go pitch black into nothing more than smoke at any given moment in time. And I’m right here willing to be the one to snuff out your light once and for all. The crazy thing is I probably shouldn’t even be in a position to do this.
I’m not supposed to be in your league. But you’ve placed me there with terrible decision making. Now I’m coming from nowhere to ruin your days and nights. You’ve finally been judged for all your crimes. Your sentence? Apparently it’s to be bothered by the gnat that is Jordan Majors until you can’t handle it anymore. Until you wilt and become no more. If that’s what I was put here for, it that’s my role in our story… then I accept it. You need to remember, I never asked for this. I was perfectly content to try and convince that girl to just love me back. But you needed her to love you and your message. She was hooked on you like the bad drug you are, and she’s finally finding her way without you again. Meanwhile, I’m taking you off the streets once and for all to make sure that no one else is drawn in like a moth to flame. You see, Abigail wanted me to just join up and follow like she was. But I don’t find your light as attractive as those with a simple mind do. I’m too good for that trash that you are offering your followers. I don’t need to be afflicted by the disease you all are offering people who want to share your beliefs. I know what I believe in, and that’s me. I believe in me continuing to beat you until you climb back into the cave you came from and finally sit down with Gollum and just chill the fuck out. I only believe in the truth. And that is the truth.
The truth about Jake Starr being a part of this mess is he is simply evening the odds. I could have been pummeled by you time after time and you now know that I will just keep getting up and I will keep fighting you until my last breath. But Jake, he didn’t seem to think it was a good idea to stay on the sidelines anymore. He came out on his own, chair in hand, and he chased off you and your little harem of demons. That’s your new reality. When you try to invade my business and take me out, the cold hard steel of a chair with a stupid name will be there to bash you to hell each and every time. I didn’t ask for him to do this. Hell, we didn’t even grow up together. Our past is more complicated than your relationship history. But he’s stepped up now and thrown himself directly in the middle of this fire that I started by disagreeing with Abigail when she asked me to follow her blindly into the furnace. At Under Attack I said I was going to end this once and for all. I beat you all over that ring and put you away, but your minions came right back out to put in a few licks of their own. It’s you that can’t let this go. Jake didn’t even need to be a part of this. But now you’re bringing up old war wounds and mixing them with new and I just don’t see how you come out of this in a positive way.
When you go home tonight and rest your head on that pile of banana peels that decorates your trash can of a bedroom, I want you to remember this: no matter what you do to me, it will never be enough. I want you to think about this. To soak it in. And I want this to invade your dreams and become your nightmares. When you close your eyes at night I want you to see me standing there in a tight, black dress, blocking you from everything you want to accomplish. When you lay with Syren, I want you to see me there, hauntingly smiling back at you while I show you two fingers and force you to recoil away from your lover. When it’s quiet during the day, I hope you think about me and all the ways you can beat me… only to realize each and every one of those plans would fail. It’s simply undeniable at this point, baby girl. No matter what you and the trash pail kids try to do to me, it will fall short of what you’re hoping for. You will never, ever be able to scrub me from existence like you hope to. You will never, ever be able to forget this little blonde who put a dent in your legacy. And if this keeps going like I think it might, you might never be able to forget the chair sized dent I put in your head when I finally get the chance to end this once and for all and squash you like the cockroach you are. Don’t let yourself believe in the urban legends, dear. Cockroaches might be able to survive damn near everything, but my boot is a killer that can’t be stopped and you are my target.
Lastly, to our tag champs. It’s a shame that all your recent steam and momentum has to be bundled into this. I’m sorry to say you were dealt a hand that you simply won’t want any part of. The twins are pissed, Jake and I are incensed and ready to whoop some ass, and you got teamed up with the version of Infamous that can’t even beat it’s way through a wet paper bag together right now. They are a shell of themselves. And you are just two people who were hoping to keep things rolling while you established yourselves as the dominant team in the division. Opps! Blame Sasha. I’m not here to feel sorry for you and what you’re incapable of doing based on the way this was booked. As far as I’m concerned, you’re every bit as much in my way as Infamous is. Even worse, you might be in the way of me getting my hands on Ravyn to make her days even worse than they already are. So just know this, if you do get in my way I won’t hesitate to make either one of you a victim of this run I seem to be on. I’m not ready to let this all slip. Just because you carry gold to the ring doesn’t mean you won’t be taking a big fat L in this match. And if I get tired of you, I know a pair of twins ready to rip your very throats out. Damn, the more I think about this match the better I feel about my team of four.
It’s only a matter of time before I put this all to rest Ravyn. This week, whether I have to pin you or one of your friends or one of our tag champs, I will make damn sure you all go home as losers. I’ll never stop saying this to you either, you can deny it all you want but you know better than anyone in this whole company: when Jordan Majors says she’s going to do something, you better prepare for it to happen. Because Jordan Majors is money, baby. And my favorite trash hoe to beat up on… you can freaking bank on it.
Jordan winks to her phone and ends the video.
Jordan breaks away from the pack of people as she heads backstage following a win over Ravyn. She’s limping, as bad as she has in weeks. She looks over her shoulder and sees Jake Starr looking at her, chair in hand. He nods and she keeps making her way down the hall. As she enters Bree’s private locker room, she’s bombarded with someone grabbing her by the front of her gear, almost knocking her to the ground.
Bree: What. The. Fuck?
A freshly showered and still-champion Bree glares at her.
Jordan: Bree!? What are you doing?
Bree: For weeks now. Weeks! You’ve gone out of your way to talk shit on Jake Starr. I asked you what the deal was and you brushed it off as just based on talk you heard. And now he just randomly decides to help you ward off an attack from Infamous?
Jordan: I guess he didn’t want to see another person get ripped to pieces by those vultures. I didn’t see anyone else running out to help.
Bree forcefully lets go of Jordan’s top and watches Jordan stumbles back a few steps. Jordan turns and sees Jaina looking confused by everything that’s happening. Jordan lifts her left leg and winces as she leans against the wall.
Bree: Stop bullshitting me, Jordan.
Jordan feels a lump in her throat as her eyes close tightly and she lets out a big sigh.
Jaina: Jordan. Just tell us what’s going on?
Jordan: I’ll start from the beginning…
2009 - Omaha, Nebraska
Jordan, or Kylie as most called her back then, sits on the end of her twin-size bed. She stares at a small TV at a broadcast of SCW. The volume down as low as it can be while still being able to hear it. In the background bottles can be heard clanking together in a crash that somehow didn’t end in glass breaking. Kylie perks up and searches quickly for a remote. Her door flies open and a drunk woman stumbles in and stares at the shocked girl below her before looking to see what she was watching.
Woman: Of course you’re watching this garbage.
Kylie: No, mom! Sorry, I’m just flipping through the channels and you scared me.
The woman, who Kylie called mom but most others called Christina, smirks as she lifts a bottle of vodka to her lips and takes a drink. She wipes her mouth.
Christina: Your family is so pathetic!
Kylie: Mom?
Chistina: All of you. So obsessed with this bullshit. This wrestling crap.
Kylie: It’s just because of Jake. They love Jake. And -
Christina: And you’re just like him! Don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’ve been going to that trash pit and training with all those men. They probably look at you as nothing but a piece of ass.
Christina moves closer and pushes Kylie into her bed, spilling vodka on the sheets in the process.
Christina: Is that all you are? A piece of ass? A slut?
Kylie: Mom!? Stop!? Please!?
Christina: I should have never taken you. You ungrateful little shit. I wish they’d left you on the side of the road where you belong.
Christina pushes Kylie into the bed again and again, and suddenly Kylie pushes her back and starts to run. Christina whips up in her drunken state and grabs the girl by her hair and whips her back. She puts a hand on her throat.
Christina: I’m talking to you!
Kylie struggles in her mother’s grasp. Christina tightens her grip.
Christina: You ruined my life! All I wanted was a child. They gave me you! You!? You made him leave us! This was all your fault! I hate you!
Kylie can feel herself fading in the grip as she struggles. She reaches out and rakes her fingers across the eyes of Christina, who drops her bottle on the ground and releases her grip.
Christina: You bitch!?
Kylie crawls across the ground and scrambles as she works to her feet and stands in the doorway of her small room.
Christina: Run off you little bitch. Run off and see if they want you. They didn’t want you in the first place. They hated you, too!
Kylie: Shut up!
Christina: You think you’re gonna be just like him!? Just because think you’re a Starr? You’re no more Starr than I am!
Kylie: Mom… please stop it.
Christina: I’m not your mother. Nobody wants you. Not even your brother…
Christina stumbles toward Kylie who screams and runs through the doorway.
October 27, 2019 - Under Attack - St. Louis, Missouri
Bree shakes her head as she Jordan finishes her story. She looks up at a monitor and sees people still entering for the chamber match. Jaina stares at the floor, looking shocked by these developments.
Bree: Sienna isn’t going to like this. I don’t like this…
Jordan: I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. I never asked for this to happen.
Bree snaps her glance back at Jordan and crosses her arms. She looks intensely disappointed.
Bree: I asked you, more than once, what was your issue with him. You had all these chances to tell me, and you didn’t!
Jaina: And me? Why not tell me!?
Jordan: I didn’t expect it to ever change. I thought it would never come up.
Bree: So you admit you just blatantly lied to me? I thought we were better friends than that.
Jordan: We are. I didn’t lie, I just… left out some details along the way. I guess.
Jaina: Gods, that doesn’t sound good.
Bree: What else haven’t you told me? Huh? First the stuff with the safe house...
Jaina: Hey!?
Bree: Now this? What else?
Jordan: There’s nothing else. I promise. Please, I’m sorry Bree.
Bree shakes her head as she stands there and leers at Jordan. A deep sigh escapes Bree as she breaks her glance.
Bree: Congrats on the win I guess. You know when my plane leaves tomorrow. Don’t be late.
Bree walks out of the locker room quickly, leaving Jordan there to just slump back against the wall.
Jordan: Fuck…
Jaina stays a distance away, crossing her arms and just shaking her head.
October 28, 2019 - Lambert International Airport - St. Louis, Missouri.
Jordan wheels her bag behind her as she enters the private terminal and smiles to the girl at the front counter.
Jordan: Hi, I’m here to meet my group for our flight to New Orleans… I must have beat them here?
Girl: No, that flight left about an hour ago.
Jordan looks back and her face turns white.
Jordan: I’m sorry, what?
Girl: They requested an earlier flight time and took an open window. It looks like their full group of four boarded the plane.
Jordan: Four? It was supposed to be five!
Girl: I’m sorry, mam. I’m not sure how I can help you. I don’t have any details that we missed a passenger.
Jordan turns away and scrambles to her pocket and sends a text to Bree.
Jordan text: Did you guys leave me here in St. Louis? Seriously??
Jordan stands there waiting as the girl at the counter watches her. She sees the spinning wheel on her phone start as Bree begins to type back and finally it comes through.
Bree text: We decided to leave earlier and you never showed up. Thought you might have left with him.
Jordan text: No! Of course not! Why didn’t you tell me!?
Bree text: Never lied about when we were going to leave, but I guess I left out some details.
Jordan growls to herself and thinks about spiking her phone into the ground before stomping out of the terminal and heading for the main terminals.
October 31, 2019 - In The Sky - Bree’s Private Plane
It’s dead quiet on the flight as the crew heads back to Los Angeles for the Halloween party at Taylor Chase’s house.. The flight has barely left New Orleans and Jaina and Jordan chat quietly near the back of the plane when Bree comes walking up to them.
Bree: Jaina, can I have a minute with Jordan. Just a minute, babe.
Jaina nods and stands up, walking up from where Bree just came from. Bree takes a seat in Jaina’s place and crosses one leg over the other. She stares at Jordan, who tiredly looks back at her without saying a word.
Bree: Let’s get this out of the way so the rest of the flight isn’t awkward. I know you started to explain on the phone, but this is better. Let me just say first though… I’m still not pleased with all this. I asked you to come with us because Sienna begged me to be there and Jaina convinced me to cut you some slack. And she’s right, until this you’ve only ever shown me support and friendship. And I know this isn’t really about me, but that said, you know how I am about honesty. I felt betrayed. Why lie to me?
Jordan sits up a little bit straighter in her seat and looks like she doesn’t know what to say. Bree lifts her brows slightly as if to say she’s waiting for an answer.
Jordan: I never wanted anyone to think I was only here because I’m his sister. I didn’t want anyone to think I wasn’t really capable of doing this on my own. It’s not like I grew up with him. We grew up in different homes, with different parents. He’s decades older than me. Christ, he’s old enough to be my dad… I wanted this to be something I did on my own. I’m not Kylie Starr. I’m Jordan Majors.
Bree nods, trying to keep an open mind in the conversation.
Bree: I wish you would have felt like you could have told me. I want you to trust me enough that you feel like you can tell me anything. I need us to trust each other. If you’re hiding things, it makes me wonder if I can trust you. And I need to be able to fully trust you with Jaina if this is going to continue like it seems it will. I want Sienna to know she can trust you, too. That’s important to me. It should be to you, too.
Jordan: It is important! It is! I just screwed up. I should have told you. Honestly I never thought he’d return. When he showed up for Taking Hold of the Flame, I was annoyed. I thought he would let this be my time. But I guess he had goals, too. Somewhere within him, I think he feels the need to protect me or something and make up for the past. I don’t need it. But it is what it is.
Bree sort of smirks and leans back into her chair, crossing her arms.
Bree: Believe me when I say I know all too well about the intentions of a big brother. Especially when they’re much older than you are. I can’t pretend to understand what you went through. It sounds abysmal. I can only think to the future. You know what you need to do with me going forward, right?
Jordan: Yes.
Bree: What about Jake?
Jordan: I guess we’ll be fighting Ravyn and her buddies together now.
Bree: Yeah, babe. I wondered about that. But do you really not like him? Or was that just some sort of show for me?
Jordan shakes her head and looks out a window at the blue and white mixed sky.
Jordan: I don’t know to be honest. Part of me wants to hate him. Part of me appreciates what he’s done for me at different times. He never had to do anything he did. He wasn’t obligated in any way at all. There was a time I ran away from home and I found him at a show in Omaha. He knew who I was, but he didn’t want me to believe I was anything other than his cousin or something. I told him some things that were happening. He didn’t know what to do. It was out of his wheelhouse. So he put me in touch with some people to help me in other ways. Everyday I went to school, then I trained in a ring and then I came home to put up with more mental and sometimes physical abuse. So I guess my family past has come back to rear its ugly head. He saved me from another injury most likely. Maybe he can help me end this thing with Ravyn once and for all.
Bree: You know I would be helping you if I could. Sienna, too. We’re all being stretched so thin right now.
Jordan: I know. Bree you know I love you and I never meant to hurt the trust between us. I’ll never stop trying to earn that back. I promise. I think I know what I’m doing. Trust me when I say that and let me show you that it’s worth it to trust me.
Bree: Okay. I believe you. And if you think it’s worth figuring out if he’s being sincere or not, or whatever… I won’t get in the way of that. Not everyone gets a second chance with their older brothers.
Jordan: Thanks.
Bree smiles and nods as she stands up and Jaina comes walking back to sit back down in the seat. Jaina tilts her head.
Jaina: Everything ok, babe?
Jordan: It’s starting to be ok again. It’s getting there.
Jordan smiles wide as she looks out the window.
Promo
Jordan appears in the locker room backstage at Breakdown as she shoots a video of herself with her phone.
How does that feel, huh Ravyn? How does that feel? You’re such a bad, bad girl, but I just watched you run away with your tail in your twat. You think you’re so clever. You think you know any and everything, but you know basic math, right? Two. Count that. One finger, two fingers. I know you’re familiar with that and more from all your time with Syren, but in this case we’re just talking about records. You just can’t seem to beat me when those lights are the brightest. You should be embarrassed of yourself. I’m a rookie and you’re supposed to be one of the best of all freaking time. And now not only have I beaten you twice, but I’ve taken away your extracurricular fun. You can’t just beat up on me after the matches anymore. Now? You just get to tuck that tail again and run away. My time will beat you. They will beat the tag champions who unfortunately have to join you. The momentum of mine you keep trying to kill, it’s only going to grow more. I think we’re starting to see the real truth here come to light. Your time, your light, it’s fading. You’re a candle in the wind ready to go pitch black into nothing more than smoke at any given moment in time. And I’m right here willing to be the one to snuff out your light once and for all. The crazy thing is I probably shouldn’t even be in a position to do this.
I’m not supposed to be in your league. But you’ve placed me there with terrible decision making. Now I’m coming from nowhere to ruin your days and nights. You’ve finally been judged for all your crimes. Your sentence? Apparently it’s to be bothered by the gnat that is Jordan Majors until you can’t handle it anymore. Until you wilt and become no more. If that’s what I was put here for, it that’s my role in our story… then I accept it. You need to remember, I never asked for this. I was perfectly content to try and convince that girl to just love me back. But you needed her to love you and your message. She was hooked on you like the bad drug you are, and she’s finally finding her way without you again. Meanwhile, I’m taking you off the streets once and for all to make sure that no one else is drawn in like a moth to flame. You see, Abigail wanted me to just join up and follow like she was. But I don’t find your light as attractive as those with a simple mind do. I’m too good for that trash that you are offering your followers. I don’t need to be afflicted by the disease you all are offering people who want to share your beliefs. I know what I believe in, and that’s me. I believe in me continuing to beat you until you climb back into the cave you came from and finally sit down with Gollum and just chill the fuck out. I only believe in the truth. And that is the truth.
The truth about Jake Starr being a part of this mess is he is simply evening the odds. I could have been pummeled by you time after time and you now know that I will just keep getting up and I will keep fighting you until my last breath. But Jake, he didn’t seem to think it was a good idea to stay on the sidelines anymore. He came out on his own, chair in hand, and he chased off you and your little harem of demons. That’s your new reality. When you try to invade my business and take me out, the cold hard steel of a chair with a stupid name will be there to bash you to hell each and every time. I didn’t ask for him to do this. Hell, we didn’t even grow up together. Our past is more complicated than your relationship history. But he’s stepped up now and thrown himself directly in the middle of this fire that I started by disagreeing with Abigail when she asked me to follow her blindly into the furnace. At Under Attack I said I was going to end this once and for all. I beat you all over that ring and put you away, but your minions came right back out to put in a few licks of their own. It’s you that can’t let this go. Jake didn’t even need to be a part of this. But now you’re bringing up old war wounds and mixing them with new and I just don’t see how you come out of this in a positive way.
When you go home tonight and rest your head on that pile of banana peels that decorates your trash can of a bedroom, I want you to remember this: no matter what you do to me, it will never be enough. I want you to think about this. To soak it in. And I want this to invade your dreams and become your nightmares. When you close your eyes at night I want you to see me standing there in a tight, black dress, blocking you from everything you want to accomplish. When you lay with Syren, I want you to see me there, hauntingly smiling back at you while I show you two fingers and force you to recoil away from your lover. When it’s quiet during the day, I hope you think about me and all the ways you can beat me… only to realize each and every one of those plans would fail. It’s simply undeniable at this point, baby girl. No matter what you and the trash pail kids try to do to me, it will fall short of what you’re hoping for. You will never, ever be able to scrub me from existence like you hope to. You will never, ever be able to forget this little blonde who put a dent in your legacy. And if this keeps going like I think it might, you might never be able to forget the chair sized dent I put in your head when I finally get the chance to end this once and for all and squash you like the cockroach you are. Don’t let yourself believe in the urban legends, dear. Cockroaches might be able to survive damn near everything, but my boot is a killer that can’t be stopped and you are my target.
Lastly, to our tag champs. It’s a shame that all your recent steam and momentum has to be bundled into this. I’m sorry to say you were dealt a hand that you simply won’t want any part of. The twins are pissed, Jake and I are incensed and ready to whoop some ass, and you got teamed up with the version of Infamous that can’t even beat it’s way through a wet paper bag together right now. They are a shell of themselves. And you are just two people who were hoping to keep things rolling while you established yourselves as the dominant team in the division. Opps! Blame Sasha. I’m not here to feel sorry for you and what you’re incapable of doing based on the way this was booked. As far as I’m concerned, you’re every bit as much in my way as Infamous is. Even worse, you might be in the way of me getting my hands on Ravyn to make her days even worse than they already are. So just know this, if you do get in my way I won’t hesitate to make either one of you a victim of this run I seem to be on. I’m not ready to let this all slip. Just because you carry gold to the ring doesn’t mean you won’t be taking a big fat L in this match. And if I get tired of you, I know a pair of twins ready to rip your very throats out. Damn, the more I think about this match the better I feel about my team of four.
It’s only a matter of time before I put this all to rest Ravyn. This week, whether I have to pin you or one of your friends or one of our tag champs, I will make damn sure you all go home as losers. I’ll never stop saying this to you either, you can deny it all you want but you know better than anyone in this whole company: when Jordan Majors says she’s going to do something, you better prepare for it to happen. Because Jordan Majors is money, baby. And my favorite trash hoe to beat up on… you can freaking bank on it.
Jordan winks to her phone and ends the video.