The words, "You are a star" echoed throughout my head. It was the last thing I was told by Lissie Hope and the reason I stayed in Action Wrestling as long as I did. I never truly fit in there. I made myself believe that I did and good thing too as it allowed me to get Derrick in the end but was it worth it? Was losing to their top draws worth it? It wasn't until I came to XWF that I felt like a star. I came into the company and began to run amok on the whole roster. Melanie Childs was the first example made. Madison Dyson, even though she beat me, I still held my own against. This week was a common scene for me. Multi person match. Only the strong survive... only I will win. I paced back and forth in my study as I shook my head side to side.

"Truly starting to feel like you hate me Theo. I truly am. I am one of the top draws in your company and you put me in a match for a lowly title like this? This title is so far below me that, when I win the Universal Title, I may as well throw this one in the trash right beside Jenny Myst where it belongs."

My focus seemed to be right on the champion. The little one who had managed to beat Madison Dyson and win the title in the first place. I had to respect that right?

"Classic example of right place, right time, right Jenny? I mean, you caught Madison Dyson on an off day. A day where she didn't want what she was competing for. I think you are the only person who is happy being a throw away piece of history, Jenny. Would I like to add another title to my resume? Of course I would. The real question is, do I really want to win another title no one cares about? I was the Internet and Anarchy Champion at the same time and no one gave a shit because it was not a "recognized title." Much like the Shooting Star Title it was not on the company website and thus no one took it seriously. Now I was thrown into another multi man match, my first of two on the night of High Stakes, and I planned to win it. Whether I wanted the title or not it is also about pride, Jenny. Something you seem to know an awful lot about. You are one of the most egotistical people I have ever seen and I have met myself. The problem is, what have you done to be so full of yourself? Like what exactly have you done of note? You lost to Atara Themis? I beat her. I will beat you too ya little blonde half wit. You see, in the Bronx, we don't fuck around. We squash our problems like the Yankees squashing the Red Sox. We get rid of our problems like a zit on prom night. We do things the hard way around my parts. You are from Las Vegas, the city of chance. I don't trust leaving things to chance, ya see. I would rather TAKE what is rightfully mine. No putting more quarters into a machine that is giving me back pennies. That is why you can't trust people from Vegas, they are all out to screw you like a cheap whore at a cathouse. Instead, you need to trust more in New York, the city that never sleeps. Hell we are even referred to as Gotham. You are known for whorehouses, we are known for batman. Who is the real winner there?"

I plopped my ass down in my office chair as I grabbed my Anarchy Title off the desk. I looked into the camera and spoke again.

"I never lost my title Jenny. I had to take some time off and thus had to let it go. You won't get so lucky. You will have to take time off but only AFTER I pin you for the title you hold so near and dear to your heart. You take a lot of pride in a title that no one truly knows exists. You are someone I see as not a threat, not a problem, more like a nuisance. Kind of like a mosquito. You aren't a threat like bees. You aren't a problem like murder hornets. You literally exist to feed off the blood of those in a higher power than you. You keep running your mouth like a little bitch and in the Bronx we knock little bitches like you clean the fuck out. We don't deal with the bullshit that spews from your cock sucking lips. Keep gambling like you are still in Vegas and I will knock you out quicker than you can say Jackpot!"

I stood up and began pacing again. Girls like Jenny are the kind I could go on and on about all day but there were two others in this match up and I would not take my eye off the prize. It was time to square up and fight like the bitch I am. I looked on my map, due north of New York as I dug a pocket knife right through the heart of Ontario. I laughed as only I could as I looked into the camera, the knife still protruding from my wall.

"Betsy Granger, this is the part of the show you hoped we wouldn't make it to. This is the time when we talk about you and how you don't belong in this match up. You see, I may have said some things about Jenny but at least she is a known winner. What are you doing in this match? You are a nobody. A never was. You are a non factor. What makes you think that you can compete with Ash or Jenny or myself? You don't have the skill of the rest of us. You don't have the means to win this matchup and deep down you know it. You are the kind of person who is just happy to be nominated for an award. You are the kind of person who is just happy to be wrestling on pay per view. For two years I have been wrestling on pay per view and I am not happy just being there. It is all about winning to me. Betsy, it is all about the competition and the many different ways I can win. You see, in this match, Jenny doesn't have to be pinned to lose her title. Perhaps I will just pin you quickly and get back to the locker room. I will still have a Universal Title match to prepare for. I will have so much more to do in one night rather than being a shooting star. I will not be a flash in the pan. My career means more to me now than ever. Winning means more now to me than ever before and this is coming from an Olympic Gold Medalist. This isn't for me. This is for my husband. This is for my daughter. This is for anyone who turns on pay per view and cheers me on. This is for the smart people who realize no one in this match is close to the talent I have. This is for the little girls who are growing up with a lessening pool of role models to cheer on. This is for those who want to be themselves but can't due to the persecution they may receive."

I paced a bit more before continuing.

"This is for the trolls on the internet that think calling me fat or other useless names will bother me. This is for the sister who has disowned me... again. This is for Centurion who thought he had run me out of this business and out of this company. The fact of the matter remains that, like Betsy Granger, you are all irrelvant in my life. The ones who matter are in my corner. Those who aren't fuck you too!"

I paced a bit more as I looked at the TV screen across the room. On it was an advertisement for High Stakes. A picture of Ash Quinn is where I pause it. I shake my head side to side as I beging thinking and pondering how she is staying relevant.

"I just don't get it. Sure, Ash, you are kind of cute. I get that. You are mildly talented but nothing short of a failure as far as I am concerned. What have you done to get here? What makes you Championship material? What makes you think you deserve to be in a ring with the likes of me? Do you realize who I am or have you lived under a rock? Well, I mean, you are from Chicago so pretty much under a rock. Ash, you don't deserve this. You may be a rising star one day but you are not a shooting star. When I am done with you, you may be a white dwarf. I am a black hole. I will eliminate the universe in order to become the champion. This title will be yet another addition to the resume of the Ganja Goddess, the All American, Geri Vayden."

I had a seat one last time as I began to file my nails a bit.

"Have to keep my nails sharp as my mind is. I have to make sure that the three of you little hussies realize that this title isn't truly about winning the Shooting Star Title. It is about making sure I don't lose to the lessers, the paupers of the kingdom that is the XWF. I am the Queen and once again all shall bow in my presence. Once again I will be exalted to the top. Pushed to the forefront of the company where I belong is simply where I feel the most at home. Where I know I have made it. There was once a time I would have used this time to create a bunch of pity for myself and start to drink my own tears. I would throw my own pity party and ask for everyone to feel sorry for me. I now ask to please don't do that. Don't feel sorry for me. Feel sorry for the ladies I must alter the careers of in order to preserve my spot at the top of the XWF, at the top of the fucking wrestling world. Never again will I be second best. Never again will I be cast aside for Madison Dyson or Shawn Warstein. Never again will I allow Centurion to cloud my vision. For once in my life I see myself for what I am. A motherfucking winner. A motherfucking star. A motherfucking CHAMPION!"

I walked out to the outside balcony of my house. I overlooked the land that Derrick and I owned. I shook my head side to side and smiled letting out a small sigh.

"If you would have told me that I would be living in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin and actually happy about it, I would say you are crazy. Maybe winning the Shooting Star title isn't a waste of time. Maybe it isn't time for me to be upset about any title. Maybe it is a glass half empty or glass half full type of event. Maybe it is simply to propel me to bigger and better things. Maybe it is time for me to settle down and worry about one step at a time. If we try to skip steps that normally means we are doomed to eventually fail, or fall down the steps. I need to step up and take charge and let what is to come, come. Ladies, I shall see you at High Stakes. Vayden...OUT!"

I walked back inside and hit my bong a couple times as the scene faded to black.