"In one fell swoop, Geri Vayden has lost her Shooting Star Title and may have lost her career. That was a nasty fall she took."

I laid there, looking up at the lights as my breathing slowed and then sped up again. I saw the lights. I saw the winner standing over top of me taunting as my eyes closed, possibly for good. I shot straight up in my bed. It was all a dream. I slid out of bed, my eyes widened in fear. Was it a dream or a premonition? I needed the answer and there was only one person who could help me. I walked outside as I allowed the beast within to take over. I pounded my heavy wolf feet on the ground as I ran through the woods. I finally found myself at Lycana's shack. I became myself again, my clothes tattered from the transformation and barely covering me. I knocked on the door. Lycana opened the door in a black leather mini dress. One look at my barely there clothing and she knew it was vital that she speak with me.

"G-Geri? Are you ok?"

I shook my head side to side, still trying to calm down. Tears streamed down my face as she helped me inside. She sat me down and handed me a warm drink. She had a seat beside me as she spoke to me again, this time in a more concerned tone.

"Geri, you have me worried. You are normally someone with lots to say but now you seem, frigid and distant. Sip the elixir and tell me what is wrong."

I sipped again as I slowly spoke, still a little spooked.

"I... I thought the nightmares were gone. They have just changed slightly. I saw someone, not sure which one, beating me at Snowjob for my title. I just won the damn thing. I don't want to lose it yet."

Lycana ran a soft and pale hand through my black hair. She placed a gentle kiss on my forehead as she spoke to me.

"Geri, you beat a woman who had beaten the best of the best. For 101 days she was the top woman in the company. That was until you returned and dethroned her. You stayed true to your name and, come Snowjob, you will stay true again as you knock Jenny and Betsy off of their proverbial pedestals. You have already beaten Jenny and when Betsy beat you, you were looking ahead to your title match. You are the top female in the company now. The Left Hand has your back. We have proven it on many occasions and we will continue to do so."

I looked deep into the eyes of my friend, one of the few I had left. Sometimes I felt as if Lycana was the only person who got me anymore. I stood up in a huff and smirked as I looked to the sky.

"What is this cruel game of fortune that the Gods and Goddesses or whomever is watching this play out is playing on me. I thought I was done with Betsy. I thought I was done with Jenny, yet here I am, going toe to toe with them again. Hell, this is practically a rematch from High Stakes because Ash Quinn, let's be real, she was merely there to take the fall so none of us looked weak. I look at Jenny and I wonder what she is thinking. She couldn't beat me one on one and that bothers her. She is merely nothing more than a bother at this point. She is of no importance in this match. For all intents and purposes, she is the Ash Quinn of this match. The real match is between myself and Betsy.

You hear that Betsy? I am putting a little miniscule bit of respect on your name. I realize now that, in this match, you are the threat. YOU are the true challenger. I have a slight proposal for you. Let's take Jenny out of the equation early and settle this woman to woman. We are going to need to make damn sure to cut the snake's head off so she can't fuck us over like she did at High Stakes. Divide and conquer. The question is are you willing to do that? Are you willing to put aside your intergalactic ego for as long as it takes to make this a one on one like it should have been from the get go? No. I don't think you have it in you and that is why that is where my respect for you stops. You, like Jenny, will play the numbers game. You will try to steal a victory wherever you can. I want this to be a match between the two best women, in this match at least because neither one of you can compare to me or Lycana here.

Ultimately, Jenny, Betsy, one of you needs to be the one to take the pin and I will be the one standing victorious. I am going to make damn sure that neither one of you can say you won this match. I won't give either one of you the satisfaction. Neither one of you will be able to pin me in this match so you will do everything you can to make sure I am not involved in the ending of this matchup. Little do you know that I am working harder than either of you. You know why? That is what champion's do. Champions don't travel to faraway lands for intergalactic clout. Champions don't drone on and on about how they were raped as a teenager. We fight and we improve. We stay where we are so that each and every one of their opponents know, they have fought in a God damned war. Jenny, Betsy, do I have your attention now? Are you both listening? I mean, we all know you both like talking but do you have it in you to listen? Have you paid attention to what the Left Hand has done? Have you seen what we are capable of? Betsy, have you forgotten what we did to your friend? Jenny, I know you always have nightmares about it because you had a front row seat. You bailed out of fear, that much is known.

Lycana looked at me as she set a camera up on a tripod. She gave me a hand gesture to keep going.

"That is right, Jenny. We are all onto you. Without that title, it just shows your humanity and you hate it. Trust me, I get it. I once refused to unleash my own beast for fear of being called a monster. Now, I relish being a monster. I am proud to say I am in your head, like the nightmares you are so scared to talk about. I am stuck in the very core of who you are. You can't shake me and that, Jenny, that is what scares you. No matter the legacy you left, it will always be remembered that 101 days after you won the title, I took it from you. I will forever be happy with the fact that I beat you and, after Snowjob, you will go to the back of the line and have to glory hole your way back to the top."

I began pacing a bit as Lycana threw me a Left Hand t shirt. I put it on as I faced the camera again.

"Betsy, don't think I have forgotten about you. How could I? In my debut with the Left Hand, you embarrassed me. It was this embarrassment, I believe, that propelled me to win the Shooting Star Title that evaded us both at High Stakes. You are a different kind of beast. You are hard to scout as you don't spend enough time here on Earth for me to follow you. This time, I fight for pride and honor but also, I fight to make Baphomet proud. I fight for Lycana and Marf. I fight for the Horseman.

Betsy, what do you fight for? Is it fame? Fortune? Honor? LEGACY? Hmm? You see Betsy, if you cannot answer this question then you have already lost. Winning a few matches pales in comparison to winning a title. It pales in comparison to fighting for the truth to be known. Baphomet and we, the Left Hand, have done nothing wrong. We are the good guys and we hope that each and every one of you open your eyes. Betsy, I want you to open your eyes but I fear you will not. I want you to see the mistakes to be made with Romeo and his band of misfit toys but you will not. I will not allow Romeo to take a title from me, even through you. I will not allow you to get another one over me. Last time, I had wool covered eyes. This time, I am more focused than I have ever been. What are you going to bring to the table that Jenny didn't on Warfare? What can you possibly throw at me that I haven't seen in the XWF?"

I paced around as my eyes glowed a yellowish brown. I howled lightly as I continued.

"Have you harnessed the beast within you Betsy? Have you found your true calling besides having intergalactic space orgies? I mean, if it happens on Venus it doesn't count as cheating right? What happens on Jupiter, stays on Jupiter. What happens within the ring of XWF, is seen and heard by the world!"

The scene ends as I fully turn into the wolf within and race off into the woods. Lycana stands at the front door, smiling from ear to ear, at the beast she helped create.


The scene opens with me laying naked in the wood. Derrick's voice is heard.

"Geri!"

With that I shot up and looked around. I had no recollection of what had happened. I placed my arm over my breasts as I shot straight up.

"Wh...Wha..What happened? Where am I?

I placed one hand on my head looking at the hand as I brought it down, seeing my blood, still fresh. I couldn't tell Derrick that I was a wolf sometimes. I bit my bottom lip as I looked up at him. He handed me my hoodie as I placed it over my head. I put my hands in the pockets as he helped me to the truck.

"How did you know to look for me in the woods?"

He shifted the truck in reverse as he spoke.

"That is where you have been spending a lot of time. I can't figure out why."

Lycana and Fenrir's presence in the Wisconsin woods are only seen by those she allows. Derrick is not on the guest list. Derrick wouldn't understand if I told him. I decided to lie.

"I just have been feeling drawn to nature since joining up with Baphomet."

Derrick shuddered lightly.

"That dude still gives me the creeps. Isn't he locked up right now?"

I quickly, and passionately, retorted.

"The FBI is holding him wrongfully right now. He will soon be back in the graces where he belongs. In the meantime we that remain have his best interest in mind. The Horseman, Lycana, Marf, myself, as well as a few others all around the wrestling world, are already speaking the truth that the Left Hand knows. It may hit even closer to home soon."

I batted my eye lashes at my husband as he snickered lightly.

"Yeah, well count me out. I want nothing to do with that freakazoid or the teachings he displays. He may be a solid leader in your eyes but I hope the FBI locks him away and they can somehow break this curse he has placed over you..."

Before Derrick could finish I grabbed the steering wheel and pulled it to the side causing the truck to strike a tree. I snake out of the passenger side and run into the woods. A few feet in I could hear Derrick chasing me. Was this is? Is this where he would start wanting to kill me? I thought to myself for a second and got a great, or at least I thought it was great, plan. I slipped the hoodie off and placed it on a rock. I ran deeper into the opposite end of the woods. I found a hole with ancient looking writing on it and I climbed into it. Who knew what was to come but at least I was far from Derrick. As I slipped deeper into the hole, I was confronted by the same disembodied voice from before.

"You have come a long way Geraldine. You are much stronger than you once were but you need to realize that you are still a work in progress. You still have much to learn about harnessing your strength and how to fully serve the left hand. Look to your left and place the shirt on your body."

I picked up the t shirt, one adorned with my face, as I slid it over my body. I let it rest on me as I looked back up.

"Now, you see what you represent. You are a voice for the voiceless. You are the eyes for the blind. You are the ears for the deaf. You are the brain for the dumb. You are someone who was born to lead and, for so long, you pushed that leadership aside for others. You are too giving. That is still one of your worst traits. All your life you were taught to share and be kind to others, so much so that you put your own career on hold for a child you didn't even give birth to. You put it on a hold for a man who is completely and utterly about himself and his own career. You need to take control of your life. You have harnessed the beast inside you, now learn to control your surroundings. Learn to be the leader you were born to be. Take control this week against Betsy and Jenny. Show that neither of them can compare to you. Show them that, no matter what the price, you are willing to pay it. Show them that ultimately the Left Hand will prevail. Baphomet may be under lock and key but that is the beauty of the Left Hand, our numbers are what get us ahead. Baphomet can't save you in this match. YOU have to save yourself. Now go, Geri, be the beacon of hope in a rather hopeless world and a rather hopeless company. You got this, Geri. You are a shooting star, and you are a champion for a reason. Now, go out there at Snowjob and prove it."

I awoke in my bed. Derrick brought me a warm cup of tea and looked down at me.

"Hey sleepyhead. A bit of a long sleep you had there. You hit your head on the headboard and were bleeding so I wrapped your head up for you."

I sipped the tea and wondered to myself. Was it all a dream? Did I imagine it all? No. The pain I felt was too real for that. Had the voice, whomever it may be, helped me by having Derrick forget what had happened? I looked at Derrick.

"Is your truck ok?

He smiled.

"Of course it is babe. I haven't driven it in a couple of days so how could anything happen to it?"

I laughed lightly.

"I guess you are right. I am hungry."