Trios 2020

January 30, 2020 – Kenner, Louisiana

After my big win at Day of Infamy, I decided to stay over in Chicago for a few extra days and show Jaina around Chicago. Of course she’d seen Chicago before, but not my version of it. Showing her where I grew my wrestling career was an incredible experience for me. I always feel like I can tell her anything. And she’s always hanging on the edge of every next word of a story about me. She told me I probably felt like I was on top of the world after that win to secure the No. 1 draft pick. I just smirked at her and guaranteed I wasn’t there yet. One of the days I dyed my hair back close to its original color. Jaina was shocked, but I think she sort of liked it. That time in Chicago was short lived, though, and we had to depart back to Kenner. I hadn’t spent much time in that apartment lately. Not since I’d caught my mom sleeping with a man in my bed. I hadn’t even talked to my mom. I wasn’t sure what to expect if I’m being completely honest with myself. I had a lot on my mind with who I should draft as my top pick, and dealing with anymore shit from my mom was not something I needed. When we arrived I lugged my suitcase out of Jaina’s jeep and wheeled it toward my apartment with Jaina holding my other hand. As I opened the door, the thick smell of marijuna smoke wafted through the front door.

Jordan: Holy hell!

I pushed my way in ahead of Jaina and looked around, but didn’t see my mother anywhere. The place, though, was a disaster. There was old food all over the place. Pizza boxes and takeout asian food boxes. It smelled equal parts like marjuana and old food. There were clothes everywhere, strung out about the place. My clothes. I shook my head and sighed and Jaina walked up behind me to grasp at my shoulder.

Jordan: I don’t think I want to stay here.

Jaina: Come on. We can go to aunt Bree’s place or something.

Great. Just what I wanted. I knew what would happen. Staying at Bree’s would turn into a strategy session about who I should pick – her – and why. Not that she wasn’t the right pick for me to take. Or maybe someone else was. I just didn’t want someone trying to push me into who I should pick. I agreed to stay anywhere else and followed Jaina to the front door and out. But as I walked through the door I saw Jaina turned and looking right back at me. My mother was standing there with the same guy from that last time. Frank or whatever his name was. She smiled. So happy to see me.

Christina: Oh! Kylie! Steve and I were just coming home. Oh, your hair! Looks like you’re trying to bring back the past.

Jordan: Uh, I’m sorry… did you say home?

Christina: Yeah, did I stutter?

She looks at the man she’s with and sort of chuckles. Like a little pre-teen brat.

Jordan: This isn’t your home. It’s mine. Or at least it was. Until you invaded it and destroyed it. I can’t even stay there tonight because it’s so gross.

Christina: Well, that’s fine. Me and Steve will stay here.

Steve. That’s his name. I still have nightmare’s over his floppy dick just standing there in the wind from the fan in my apartment. His gross, glistening body, fresh from sex, walking toward me and extending a hand like some idiot.

Jordan: Are you even listening to a single word that I’m saying? I told you that you could stay at my place as a kind gesture to my mother. You’ve just taken advantage of me and wrecked my entire place. There’s food everywhere. And you’ve been wearing my clothes!

Christina: Only the nice ones though. Relax, Ky. Come on baby girl. Why are you always so uptight about everything?

Jordan: Because you ruin everything!

I take a step forward and Jaina puts a hand on my waist, reminding me that she’s there and equally calming me down.

Christina: Well tough shit! You ruined my whole life you ungrateful slut!

I could feel my face growing red and my fists balling up. This woman had picked at me for my entire childhood. I escaped her only to have her come right back into my life when I least expected it. I was trying, but I still hated her more than I probably should.

Jordan: Get the fuck out of my apartment.

Christina: Why!? You’re not even using it anyway.

Jordan: I’m not going to pay money for your ungrateful ass to live there anymore. I’m practically gonna need to burn it to the ground to rid it of your stench!

Christina: You have all the money in the world. I have nothing! I gave you everything and you’ve never given me anything. Not even a thank you.

Jordan: A thank you!? Are you fucking serious? What did you really give me? A haunting childhood? Nightmares that I still can’t seem to escape? A scar on the side of my head? I fought to stay alive with you!

Christina: I made you tough. You’re a survivor because of me!

Jordan: In spite of you! I had to survive you! Why can’t you see that you ruined my childhood?

Christina starts moving toward me. Steve doesn’t hold her back as she comes inches from me.

Christina: I gave up everything to be your mother. My husband. My life. My freedom.

Jordan: You chose to be my mom. You didn’t have to take me. You wanted it.

Christina: I was wrong. I should have tossed you out when you were a baby.

I shove her and she stumbles backward and then comes right back for me. Without giving it a second thought I fire a right hook at her and connect with her jaw. She drops to the ground in a heap and Steve comes running over and holds out a hand as I back off. Jaina looks at me wide-eyed as she wraps both arms around me from the side. Steve helps my mother back to her feet and she looks over at me, a trickle of blood is visible on her lips.

Christina: You’re going to be sorry you did that. You stupid bitch. I’m going to have you arrested! I’m going to sue you for everything you own! You’re mine now!

I say nothing as Steve hauls her away to his shitty car. Something from the early 90s for sure. The kind that smokes oil and makes loud noises when he starts it up. He stuffs her into the car and I see her staring daggers at me as she holds a piece of cloth to her mouth. They drive off and I turn to look at Jaina. She looks a little scared.

Jaina: Jordan… shit…

Jordan: It’ll be ok. I think…

Without another word I grab my suitcase and wheel my way toward her jeep. After loading it up and letting Jaina start driving us toward Bree’s, I felt a little trickle of my own. A tear running down my cheek. I wipe it away and turn as I feel Jaina’s hand resting on my leg. She gives me a reassuring look and then we drive in silence to Bree’s. Bree wasn’t there when we arrived and I was a little relieved. Jaina let us in and I dragged my suitcase up the stairs and put it on the bed when we reached Jaina’s room. The other room she kept in this city. Amy always seemed a little weird about me staying over there, but Bree never did. That’s probably why we spent so much time here. I walked into the bathroom and started a shower to wipe the stink of this fight with my mom off of me. The bitch was everywhere these days. She showed up in dreams to beat me. When I’d passed out, I hallucinated her chasing me. When I tried to come to my own home, she was there. Now I’d probably have to pay a company to clean it up. After I paid another one to delouse it. Maybe another one to demolish the place and rebuild it. It was just a disaster. I leaned my head against the wall amidst the shower and let out a deep sigh. The shower let me collect my thoughts. As I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself, Jaina stepped into the room and leaned against the door frame.

Jaina: Shower make you feel any better?

I shrug and let out a sigh. I look down at my fist and see the slightest bruising from laying that punch in on my mom. Just thinking that was crazy.

Jordan: I don’t know. I never expected to just snap on her like that.

Jaina: It was one punch, babe. I’m surprised you held back more as mad as you looked. You’re gonna be ok though?

I force a smile at her and then nod.

Jordan: I think so. I tried really hard to not go there. She just pissed me off the wrong way this time. I’ve been avoiding her as much as possible. She just doesn’t respect me at all. I gave her a place to stay when I shouldn’t even give her the time of day.

Jaina: I know, but it’s hard for you.

Jordan: Why? Why is it so hard for me?

Jaina: Babe, she’s still your mom. Like, my mom hasn’t done anything quite like that. But even when we were going through some things and I wasn’t exactly happy with her, I couldn’t hate her like that. Not so much that I would cut her out. I get why you want to, though. She’s never been anything other than awful toward you. The woman I saw talking to you tonight… that’s not the one I’d seen so far. I finally get it. I get what you’ve been saying about her this whole time.

I let my shoulders slump and stare at the ground. Jaina had finally seen my mom and I at our worst together. I just hoped it didn’t change anything about the way she felt with me. I had just punched a woman in front of her. And it looked like it did damage. She seemed to be handling it well enough, but from everything I know she’s seen just about everything. She’s probably seen worse than what I’d shown her today.

Jordan: Thanks, boo. I’ll be ok. Just… need to get past this mentally.

Jaina: I know. And you will. Oh, hey…

Jaina leaves the door frame and walks back in holding something.

Jaina: What in the world is this?

I looked at what she held and knew exactly what it was. It was the nunchucks of dildos. Two dildos connected by a chain in the middle. My cheeks flushed a little red and I laughed.

Jordan: That, uh…

Jaina: Why do you have this? This is… weird and very erotic.

Jordan: That’s a souvenir.

Jaina: A souvenir from what? Did you go on some sort of secret sex vacation you forgot to tell your girlfriend about? Babe, what is it?

Jordan: So remember the whole boat trip I went on with my team before Day of Infamy?

Jaina looks at me and then the dildo and then tosses it on the floor.

Jaina: Oh my god what did you do? Was it with Kelsai? No way.

Jaina stops and suddenly stares at me.

Jaina: Peyton…

I look down and laugh. That doesn’t seem very reassuring to Jaina.

Jordan: Actually, I had to wrestle Peyton on the boat. Underground rules. And that…

I point at the ground and Jaina stares down at the dildo nunchucks.

Jordan: Is what I used as a weapon.

Jaina stares at me quietly for a moment and then bursts out laughing.

Jaina: Wait a minute… you hit her with a dick?

Jordan: Yeah… I hit her with a dick.

Jaina: That’s the best thing I’ve heard in awhile, babe. Ugh… not much to like about that girl.

Jordan: Yeah… not much.

I hold my towel tightly around myself and suddenly think about what Jaina would say if she knew I gave Peyton a sizable sum of money to help pay off her debts. She of course still harbored some ill feelings against Peyton for what she saw as meddling in her relationship with Owen. Although I hoped she was past that since it led to us. I couldn’t be entirely sure.

Jaina: Well, I texted aunt Bree and she’s going to be home soon. You want to throw on some clothes and wait for her?

Jordan: Eh… I think I’m ready for bed. But you stay up and talk to her. This night has already been too much for me.

Jaina nods but instead of leaving she walks over and places a hand on my face and kisses me on the lips.

Jaina: Love you.

Jordan: Love you, too.

Jaina: I’ll tell her you’re tired. Besides, you probably didn’t want aunt Bree talking your ear off about picking her with the No. 1 pick, huh?

I laughed and ran a hand through my still newly raven-colored hair.

Jordan: I think you read my mind…

Jaina blows me a kiss and leaves the room as I crawl onto the bed and pull my knees up close to my chest.

February 13, 2020 – Lubbock, Texas

Jaina had pitched us a bit of an idea and so I gathered the team together in beautiful Lubbock, Texas, for sit down interviews with SCW’s newest backstage interviewer, who just happened to be my girlfriend and Bree’s niece. Jaina said she could hook it up, and I was delighted. My plan was to have us meet backstage and do the interviews one at a time. So beforehand, I wanted to give a rousing pep speech to get the team ready for these interviews. The thing is, it’s totally out of my wheelhouse. I forced myself out of my comfort zone, though. I knew we didn’t have time for a boat trip where we were throwing darts, wrestling in lube, and all of that crazy stuff Ace did. But I also felt like we came together well on the trip out to see Datura. My first effort as a captain might not have been anywhere close to perfect, but I felt like we were in good shape and all wanted the same thing. As the two walked toward me backstage, I saw a curious Bree and a Datura that I couldn’t quite read. She stares at me awkwardly. I’m suddenly thankful that I took a valium before this. Just in case a shitshow was about to happen.

Bree: So, were doing this then? You trying to pep us up?

Jordan: Yeah, we’re doing it. And don’t say it like you doubt I’m capable of it or something. Between your schedule and Datura’s living in the woods or whatever, we didn’t have a great chance at a team bonding trip. But I’m going to bring us together right now.

Datura: I’m listening.

I look at Datura and her glance still hasn’t broken from me. I wonder if she even blinks. I shake my head and start in.

Jordan: Listen, this team might have had the No. 1 draft pick and we might have lucked out with one of the best possible random picks there was, but it won’t mean a damn thing if we go out there and lay an egg. I put everything I earned on the line by choosing you Bree. And I completely embraced you from the moment they announced you, Datura. Do you both feel you can trust me?

Bree: Of course.

Bree doesn’t hesitate and I look at her and smile. I turn to see Datura still staring at me and I shoot her a glance. She just smiles and I assume that means yes.

Jordan: Why are you like this?

Datura: Like what, darling?

Jordan: You’re freaking me out!

Datura grins and then tilts her head. I look her up and down and then shake my head to get back on track.

Jordan: Anyway, if you trust me… then trust me when I say we can really win this. We can really run the table and win this.

Bree: That’s the big speech?

Jordan: Well, it’s part of it…

Bree holds a hand to her forehead and shakes her head at me.

Datura: If I’m understanding what you’re saying correctly, you believe we can win? Did you think this was some kind of motivation for us?

Jordan: Ok, hold on…

Bree: Jordan… babe…

Jordan: Wait, let me just say this. To get this spot in this tournament I had to throw a dart into a man’s hand. I had to wrestle my rival in a tub of lube!

Bree: Wait a minute!? What!?

Jordan: I had to do all of this while completely hammered. I thought, maybe, we could get through this without someone needing to be inebriated.

Datura: Oh. Well I guess that won’t be happening.

I look at Datura curiously and she smiles back at me. She seems proud that she claims to be on something. I shake my head and look at Bree and she is a little flushed red.

Jordan: Bree? You, too?

Bree: Well, I had some wine. Is that so bad?

Jordan: Jesus, you two…

I laugh to myself and then walk just past them and lean against a wall. I cross my arms and see them both staring at me and wondering what they’re watching.

Jordan: I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to be super captain, leader girl or whatever. Look at my damn team? You two are both freaking awesome. It’s hilarious because if you told someone on the outside to look at this team and pick who the leader is, there’s no way they would point at the young one that’s barely even been here. I mean, Datura made Regan look like a little bitch last year. It was amazing. Bree, you were out there for almost a whole year just beating everyone. I guess I saw this as my moment to get on your levels. I know that you all need me to be on my A game in order for us to win. I just thought I’d try to be the one that leads us there.

Bree and Datura look at each other and then they walk closer to me.

Datura: Do you need a drink?

Jordan: I can’t right now, thanks.

I shoot Bree a look and she knows exactly what I’m referring to.

Datura: If you let me do my thing, you’ve got nothing to worry about.

Bree: She’s pretty much right. Let her and I continue our streaks of violence. You keep fighting like you did at the last pay per view. We’re going to be golden. I don’t know why on earth you would think we need you to give us some sort of rousing speech or something. That’s just not you.

Datura: It wasn’t half bad though. It didn’t make me want to go break anyone’s bones or anything, but it made me want to see you win.

I laugh at Datura’s comment and push myself off the wall and put my hands on my waist and look between them.

Jordan: So here’s what I was thinking. We go in there and we tell Jaina exactly why we’re going to win this.

Datura: Who is Jana again?

Jordan: It’s Jaina. She’s my girlfriend. She’s Bree’s niece.

Datura: So what is she to me?

Jordan: Uh, I don’t know…

I look at Bree and she shoots me a look back and then rolls her eyes.

Jordan: She’s an SCW employee.

Datura: And we can trust her?

Jordan: Ok, anyway… we go in there and we do what I was mentioning before, right? We knock these interviews dead. The other teams will see these videos hit the internet and they’ll be like ‘what the fuck? How did they get this done.’

Bree: No one is going to think that, babe.

I roll my eyes now and look down at the ground. I put my hands on my head.

Bree: I’m just saying. Everyone knows you’re dating her. And that she’s related to me.

Datura: She looks cute.

I turn and see Datura looking at a phone and realize she has my phone.

Jordan: Hey! What the hell?

Datura smirks and then shrugs at me. I hold my phone in my hand and wonder where she got it from.

Jordan: Everyone stop acting crazy for one damn minute. We’re going to walk into this tournament and we’re going to fucking dominate the competition. We’re going to…

Datura: Hmm…

I stop and look at Datura and she looks like she’s not sure about what I’m saying.

Jordan: What now!?

Datura: Sorry, I just imagined you as more of a submissive.

Jordan: A what?

Datura: You said dominate the competition. I just thought that’s probably not what you’re really into.

I shake my head and then bust up laughing at what is happening in my attempt.

Jordan: Maybe we should have just thrown darts at beer cans.

Bree: Don’t be ridiculous.

Jordan: You know, last year when this tournament happened I was sitting at home. I watched on TV and I wondered if I would even be back in the wrestling ring again. I had a bad start and I lost all passion. But I fought back for what I wanted. I fought for what I believed in. It has been a hellacious ride for me. There’s probably been just as much that’s gone wrong as has gone right. But I refused to ever give up. Now, I’m walking into this same event coming off a huge win. I got to control part of my destiny with this tournament. I searched deep in my soul to draft you, Bree. And I felt like we definitely had a chance when you were added to us, Datura. I worked my ass off just to get to this point. I don’t know how many more of these moments there will be. I’m just being honest with myself. I know one of you can break fingers and the other one wants to bust some knees… I’m just willing to do absolutely anything I need to do in order to take advantage of this opportunity. I want this win so fucking bad. Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before. Am I wrong to feel this way? Am I wrong to want this so badly? Am I wrong to approach this like it might be the only chance I’ve got?

I stop and let my silence hang over the other two. They say nothing and then look at each other. Bree turns back toward me and nods.

Bree: We’re with you. No matter what, you’ll get everything I have to give.

Datura: Yeah, same here. I actually kind of like this team. A little bit. Let’s do whatever it takes.

I smile at their reactions to me and then nod my head.

Jordan: I’m glad I have both of you on my side. And to be honest, I’m glad I didn’t have to feel a kiddie pool with lube to get us all on the same page.

Datura: I might be a little disappointed that we didn’t get to do that.

I raise an eyebrow as I look at Datura and she just shrugs.

Datura: Did I mention I was inebriated already?

The three of us each laugh and I nod to both of them and put my hand in the middle like a real team.

Bree: Oh dear God, are we doing this?

I drop my hands back to my side and then shrug.

Jordan: I gave it a shot. Not like we can all get a drink and toast or anything.

Datura: Why not?

I look at Bree and she gives me a look that says not to even go there.

Jordan: Reasons.

Datura: I thought we were supposed to trust each other?

Jordan: I just don’t want to drink so much that one of us gets kidnapped or someone ends up on a boat or one of us just plain disappears before we fight on Sunday. I want us all on the same page. So…

I walk over to a bag near the door to our interview room and grab a piece of paper and a pen.

Jordan: I drafted up a contract.

Bree: Sweet baby Jesus, Jordan.

Bree walks over and rips the paper out of my hand and then goes rips it in half.

Bree: We don’t need all these gimmicks to be the best team in this tournament.

Datura takes the torn pieces from Bree and wads them in her hands and then puts them in her mouth and begins to chew.

Jordan: What are you doing!?

Datura: What she said. We don’t need all of this. Just think about what we talked about when we first met. We’re all on the same page…

Datura swallows and stands there for a moment, holding up one finger. She lets out a sigh.

Datura: And that’s all you’ve beek asking for the whole time.

Jordan: Group hug?

Datura shrugs and comes right in for the group hug and Bree shakes her head at us. She tries to give me a side hug and Datura pulls her in and squeezes both of us. After she finally lets go, I try to push us back to the business at hand.

Jordan: Who wants to go in there with Jaina first?

Datura: I nominate Bree.

Bree gives a huffy laugh and I move closer to her.

Jordan: Just tell her why we’re the best team to win this thing.

Bree: I’ll handle it. By the way, I told her to ask you about Jake.

I shoot Bree a surprised look, somewhat taken back.

Jordan: Why would you do that?

Bree: It’s the question people want answered. Handle it however you see fit, babe.

I still don’t know how to react as Bree starts to walk away.

Bree: I’d say wish me luck, but.. I don’t need it. Jaina and I already went over my questions.

Bree enters the room as Datura leans against the wall. I return to my bag and open it and peer down inside of it at the small, black, velvet box that sits alone in the bottom. Today is exciting. Tomorrow will be amazing if all goes as planned. By the end of Sunday? We could all be legends if we took care of business. Suddenly, I feel even more confident about how this team came together. About our chances to win.

February 14, 2020 – Dallas, Texas

I got to skip the Friday and Saturday house shows before we traveled to Dallas for Trios. I dragged Jaina to Dallas early with a whole plan of us having a great night for Valentine’s Day. She wanted to talk about Sunday so much, but I had to get her focused back on the night we were having. I took her to a restaurant in Dallas called Five Sixty. It was near the top of Reunion Tower and had a nice view of the whole city, especially downtown. The meal was wonderful. It was nice to just forget about all the bullshit we both deal with on a day-to-day basis. I was so focused on what was coming on Sunday, but I was so nervous about this night too. After a while, Jaina got curious about the tower.

Jaina: What’s that over there?

She pointed at a sign that said Observation Deck.

Jordan: That… is how we can get up and get a whole look at the city. You want to check it out?

Jaina: Yeah, babe. Let’s go.

Jaina took off and I tipped off a waitress to keep our spot. We walked up some steps and headed to the deck above and Jaina was in awe of all the lights. I giggled a little bit.

Jordan: It’s not New York or Chicago, but… it’s pretty. You wouldn’t expect it from Dallas.

Jaina: No, it’s perfect. I love all the bright lights.

Jordan: I thought you would.

We smile at each other and lean in for a kiss and she turns around and looks out at the city. I wrap my arms around her from behind and stare out at it, too.

Jordan: Remember the other day. When you said something to me about feeling on top of the world?

Jaina: Uh, kind of. You mean right after Day of Infamy?

Jordan: Yeah, you said something like… I bet you feel on top of the world now. I think I said, not yet.

Jaina: Yeah, what about it?

Jordan: I didn’t feel on top of the world then, but I do now…

Jaina turns her head to look back at me. She has a curious expression and a grin. I look at her neck and notice for the first time that she is wearing that necklace I got her for her birthday. The one that looks like a star. A sort of play on what could have been my last name and the time I knew I wanted to be with her forever. Yeah, it’s probably cheesy, but that’s just how it feels.

Jaina: What are you up to?

I laugh and shrug.

Jordan: Nothing! I’m just… happy to be here with you. I’ve been really happy since you hit the road with me. I think I’ve started winning a lot more since you started traveling with me.

Jaina: Kinda funny how that works, huh?

Jordan: Yeah, I’ve got so used to it that I’m not sure that I ever want to go back to not doing it.

Jaina lets out a soft laugh and leans into me. I kiss the side of her head and lean back into her.

Jordan: That hotel is pretty cool there.

Jaina: Which one?

Jordan: The one with all the bright colors. It’s the Omni right there.

Jaina lets go of me and grabs the bar in front to look at the hotel.

Jaina: I like how they do that with the lights. All of the colors and such. It’s beautiful.

Jordan: Yeah… sometimes they put words on there for certain things like conventions or holidays.

Jaina laughs at me.

Jaina: You sure know a lot about that hotel.

I stay silent for a moment as Jaina looks out at the city. Suddenly the lights start to change on the hotel and Jaina takes notice. I take a step back and just watch her with a smile. The lights go through a few new patterns and then flash the name “JAINA.” I can see Jaina tilt her head slightly as she stares at it and tries to register what she just saw. The name Jaina fades and changes to the words “TURN AROUND.” As Jaina turns around, she sees me on one knee, holding a ring out to her. I can see the complete and utter shock light up her face. The few around us who are taking in the sights also take notice.

Jordan: Jaina. When I’m with you, I always feel like I’m on top of the world. Nothing I’ve done in the ring will ever compare to every moment I spend with you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. You make me want to be better in every way imaginable. You are my inspiration… you’re just everything I’ve always wanted.

Jaina: Oh my gods…

Jordan: Jaina… will you marry me?

I can feel my hands sweating slightly. I’m as nervous as I ever have been. Jaina still looks in shock and now she’s covering her mouth and nose with her hands. Without a word she drops down a knee and wraps her arms around me and then plants a kiss on my lips. I giggle, still holding on to the ring.

Jordan: Is that a yes?

Jaina: Yes! Yes I will. Oh my gods!

The small crowd erupts in a little applause. It was a little funny to think about, getting applauded by so few for such a big moment between two people when thousands had cheered and chanted for me just weeks earlier at the pay per view. Eventually we made our way back to the restaurant to eat our late dinner. Jaina couldn’t stop staring at the ring. Really, everyone stared. It was probably too big of a diamond. Or maybe people were looking at us and wondering how young we were, I’m not sure. That’s when I started to wonder about something myself.

Jordan: So… umm…

Jaina: What, babe?

Jordan: Do you think we should tell everyone about this?

Jaina: Uhh, you don’t want people to know?

I laugh and start to realize how this is all probably sounding to her.

Jordan: No, it’s not that. Remember how you always wanted to keep us quiet before? I was thinking, maybe not everyone will be excited as we are. So, I was thinking we could keep it our special thing until we feel everyone is ready.

Jaina: Until everyone is ready?

Jordan: Well, not like a long time or anything. But I was thinking…

I go quiet for a minute and Jaina is impatiently waiting.

Jordan: Would I be any use to you if your dad murdered me?

I raise my brow and shoot her an amused look. She doesn’t look amused at all.

Jaina: That’s really not funny babe.

Jordan: I wasn’t trying to be funny.

Jaina: Remind me to tell you a story later… now isn’t the time.

Jordan: Okay… but I was just thinking, maybe Bree and Amy and obviously Wyatt… they might not be as excited as us like I said and maybe we should wait for a really good time. We’re not really the types to go air out all of our business anyway, right?

Jaina laughs and takes a sip of water and shakes her head at me.

Jordan: What?

Jaina: Well, I don’t think we are. But you just plastered my name on the side of a hotel in one of the biggest cities in the country.

Jordan: It was only a few seconds!

Jaina: People only need a second to take a photo.

Jordan: No one will know.

It gets silent between us for a moment. I wonder if maybe she’s having some kind of second thought about all of this because of what I said. Maybe it was stupid, but I was trying to protect us from overly critical, small-minded people.

Jaina: Maybe you’re right. We can keep it a little quiet so that no one tries to make a big deal out of it. In the wrong way of course.

Jordan: Ok.

Jaina: I can keep the ring though, right?

I laugh and feel myself somehow loving her even more after that remark.

Jordan: Of course you can. I actually was going to get one myself.

Jaina: Hold on. You are buying yourself an engagement ring?

Jordan: Oh god, no. I wanted to put a tattoo on my ring finger. You’re picking it out though.

Jaina: A tattoo?

I shrug and she continues to look at me a little skeptically.

Jordan: That way I can always have you with me in the ring, too.

Jaina: Gods, you really are the cheesiest romantic of all freaking time.

Jordan: And apparently you love me for it.

Jaina: I do, but… I swear sometimes you’re like a walking romantic comedy. In a good way!

Jordan: Is that even possible?

Jaina can’t help but laugh and then nods at me in confirmation of her own statement.

Jaina: It is because I say it is.

I grin at her and take a sip of my drink and look out over downtown Dallas for a moment. It was long enough to let Jaina know I was deep in thought.

Jaina: You thinking about Sunday?

Jordan: I just did, yeah.

Jaina: How are you going to manage to get through this fight alongside aunt Bree without accidentally spilling the beans on this engagement? I know you two don’t keep secrets.

I smirk. Jaina didn’t know how much I’d been keeping from Bree lately. Bree didn’t need to know everything. Just like Jaina didn’t need to know that a drunken Peyton kissed me on that boat and I responded by paying her money. Shit. I just realized I treated her like a hooker in a way. How did I not see that before?

Jaina: Earth to Jordan. Hello?

Jordan: Oh, sorry. I’ll be fine. It’s not like Bree knows everything about me and everything I do. She doesn’t even know everything we do.

Jaina: Yeah, but… this is one of those big type secrets that she gets pissed about when she finds out later.

Jordan: It’s not a secret. It’s our news to tell. We tell it when we want to. I wouldn’t tell just anyone.

Jaina nods and shortly after that we finished our meal and headed toward our Uber down the tower. As we headed toward our hotel I saw Jaina looking down at her ring and smiling. I smiled, too. Maybe it was too early for this to happen, but when is it ever the right time to ask someone to marry you. It’s always either too early or too late. I bet a lot of people get a best friend or a family member to help them answer that question. Me? I just did this on my own. I made a choice. Just like Josh Hudson has been telling me to do for the last few months. I had to make the best choice for me. I took a shot. A big risk. It paid off. Drafting Bree is a big risk, too. She’s my friend, but it could hurt my reputation to work alongside her. It’s another calculated risk, but I know it will all work out when we win on Sunday.

Jaina: I still can’t believe this happened… When did you get this ring?

Jordan: When I was in New York last. At Tiffany’s.

Jaina: Wait… like before the pay per view? When you went to meet about IFW?

Jordan: Yeah. I’d never been there before. I walked in. Saw that ring and knew I wanted it on your finger.

Jaina: So you wanted to marry me because you found the right ring, huh?

Jordan: Heh, I think I made my mind up long before that…

Jaina cuddled into me for the rest of our drive to the hotel. I know exactly how lucky I am to have someone like that. Even if we’re not ready to tell everyone else just yet. First off, I’ll win this Trios contract with my team. Then I’ll worry about us telling her family.

Promo

We open to a room set up as an interview area backstage at an SCW live event. A dark backdrop hangs behind two empty chairs, and a small table in between, with water for our host and guests. Jaina Lancaster, dressed in a crisp white pantsuit and her hair up in a neat twist, sits in the chair to the left. SCW’s newest reporter gives the camera a smile.

Jaina: Welcome back for part three of my Supremecw.com exclusive interviews with the members of Jordan Majors’ Trios team. Let’s now welcome in the team captain herself, Jordan Majors.

Jordan walks out from the right side wearing a tight, white dress that goes to right above her knees, with yellow pumps on her feet. Jaina stands, and somewhat awkwardly shakes Jordan’s hand as Jordan goes for a hug from the girl now publicly known to be her girlfriend. The pair giggle for a moment and then both take their seats.

Jaina: Jordan, welcome.

Jordan: Thanks for doing this, Jay. I really appreciate the time.

Jaina: Let’s just get right into it. Jordan, tell us why you picked Bree Lancaster as your draft selection. Judging on crowd response, it wasn’t the most popular pick.

Jordan: To that question I just say, don’t judge me until the final result. All eight of us in that draft were faced with difficult decisions. Do we take our friends? In my case, family? Or do you choose someone that you feel puts you in the driver’s seat. Afterall, once the final selection is randomly made, that first selection needs to potentially make up for any shortcoming that happens. This is my first Trios tournament, but we’ve all seen how these can go down. The most random group can run the table. Sometimes strong allies can lead the way. Anything, I mean literally anything, can happen here. But with this twist, the draft, I had to look at my potential options. I earned the right at the first selection. I fought for it. I wanted someone that I felt could make my team the best. Give my team the best chance to win. Why not someone who has rarely been pinned in the last year? Why not someone who held onto that United States Championship with an absolute deathgrip for nearly eight months? Why not someone I know I can 100 percent trust with my life and well-being in that ring. That choice was easy for me. It had to be Bree.

Jaina: No regrets though from the crowd reaction?

Jordan: I know that crowd probably wanted to see me run with someone like my brother, Jake. Maybe Owen or Regan or whoever else they thought could run at that top spot. But I don’t know any of those others. Any person you pick, you’re taking a calculated risk. Maybe the fans don’t love the way Bree does things. Maybe they don’t love her association with Sienna, I don’t know. But back in the summer when I had no one to turn to, she was the only one who even gave me a second glance. The only one at all. She offered to be my mentor, and she became more of a friend than anything else. I trusted that with her by my side, we could win this. Even though we’ve never worked together. I could have chosen my brother, and maybe there would have been a comfort zone. But why the double standard for me? Others didn’t choose a tag team partner and they weren’t questioned or booed. I strongly considered about four people for that selection. I think the crowd would be split on those four. But if we’re talking about winning, it can’t just be about what the fans want to see. I will show them everything they want to see with my performance. It will be equally as impressive as what I did at Day of Infamy. One person said to me as I left the arena: “How dare you align yourself with evil to win.” How dare me? How dare anyone for questioning my ability to choose, in what my opinion, was the best available competitor for my team. Something about that rubbed me the wrong way a little, you know? But no matter what anyone thinks about it, I’m going to use it. I will lead my team to victory.

Jaina: Why didn’t you choose Jake?

Jordan: Well, I looked at the parameters of this and what I needed to be the most competitive… Actually, you know what? Next question.

Jaina: Ok… what do you think about your random addition, Datura?

Jordan: I felt like the luckiest girl in the competition when Datura was announced as our random addition. Think about this: here is a badass competitor that announces her comeback and not a single person after me even thought to take a chance on her. So when she fell into our laps, I have to say I was pretty grateful to whatever gods or goddesses that swung that luck our way. She’s just different. No one really compares to her. The way we had to go meet her and that experience… I’ve come to know this person and understand her in ways that I didn’t quite expect. Sometimes I think people forget I’ve only been here for a year. I don’t have a deep knowledge of Datura in her history. But from what I do know, I instantly loved knowing she was the addition that was coming to my team. I know she was a little bummed by the fact that she made it clear she was coming back and she felt a little ignored. I let her know right off the bat that I hear her and I understand her. I’ve made a bit of a living off of not getting selected for the team. Nothing has ever been handed my way. I urged her to take those feelings and really channel them toward her effort in this tournament. I promise you we can sure use that. It doesn’t matter that she wasn’t selected in the first round of the draft or that she wasn’t on a team for the buy-in. She’s here now, and that’s all I care about. I can tell she wants to make an impact and that’s exactly the kind of person I want on my team. Is she a little eccentric? Yeah she is. But I’ve never been too scared to dance with someone that other people see as a little different. I embrace it. If we win this whole thing… excuse me Jaina… when we win this whole thing it won’t be because of any one thing that any of us do. It’s going to be all three of us equally working together to come through and secure our common goal. When we get those contracts in our hands it will just be too freaking sweet for words. And then I will safely be able to refer to myself as one of the most dangerous women in wrestling.

Jaina: Speaking of that, I think we all found out at Day of Infamy that you have the ability to strike at any moment. Where was that hiding?

Jordan: You see me smirking right now because at the end of 2019 I looked myself in the mirror and I said ‘what are you freaking waiting for?’ I know exactly how dangerous I’m capable of being in the ring. I know that I can change the entire direction of a match in the snap of a fingers. So do my opponents now. At a moments notice I can hit that Cash Out and your dreams become nightmares. I just think I was so tentative for so long. I was trying to figure out where I fit. Trying to understand how I could fit into the culture here. What I was missing all along is that I didn’t need to adapt to SCW. It needed to adapt to me. I’m not just some cookie-cutter, lame ass girl that is here to wait my turn while sheepishly waving to the crowd and forcing a smile. What you see is what you get with me. Sometimes I come across as a bitch. Other times I come across as the girl you want to be friends with. But always, my opponents will know not to overlook me. Never again. When they gave me that award at the End of the Year show, the Star of Tomorrow, I simply looked at that trophy and thought to myself, ‘why the hell do I have to wait until tomorrow?’ Why can’t the future be now, Jaina? I’ll tell you this right now. The future is now. That’s why you all tuned into Day of Infamy and watched me shock the wrestling landscape with a win that opened eyes all over this world. Jordan Majors has finally arrived, and she’s not going to wait her turn any longer. I waited while I watched my younger peers rise up the ranks around me. I simply sat and smiled. You won’t see that from me anymore. This year, 2020? It’s my year. Day of Infamy was just the beginning. Don’t you get caught sleeping, or I’ll be Cashing Out on you, too.

Jaina: Why do you think your team has the best chance to win?

Jordan: It’s simple. Adaptability. If I’ve shown anything during my career in this company it’s that I can fit into any group at any time, no matter the circumstances. Go back to Tabula Rasa where I used my money to my advantage. Go back to Rise to Greatness where I had to overcome my own damn partner to end up coming away with a win. Just last month, my brother and I beat the precious tag team champions. And just weeks ago, I helped lead my team to a win to secure my spot in this tournament. If anything, I’m a specialist when it comes to working with teams. I’ve only begun to show what I’m capable of on my own. I’m comfortable taking a role on a team and helping secure a major victory. I’ve done it time after time in an SCW ring. Why shouldn’t I believe that this team, featuring the Star of Tomorrow, the greatest United States Champion of this generation and the purely dangerous woman that is Datura, isn’t capable of winning this entire tournament and walking away with contracts securely in hand? Why shouldn’t I believe that we’re going to win? I understand the road ahead and I know the competition in front of us is fierce. This isn’t the buy-in. There’s a real, potentially life-changing opportunity as a reward for the winners of this tournament. Everyone will be willing to do whatever it takes to win. But I’m willing to do even more. I’ve waited long enough. It’s time for me to rise up and take control.

Jaina: We all know that you want to win this, obviously. What is it going to take to actually pull it off?

Jordan: We have to be ourselves. We all bring a little something different. Our styles might have a little bit of crossover among the three of us, but in the end I believe it is our differences that will propel us to a win. It’s all about mindset. Datura has been out there before breaking fingers. Bree is breaking knees. I’m about to ruin some dreams. I didn’t choose it, that’s just how it goes for the rest of the field. There are legends in here, stars in the making and even some fledgling fighters in the middle looking to propel straight to the top. It would be so easy to look at me and say, she already won the buy-in. She’s content. She’s done. I’m not done. I’m just getting started. I already know I can trust these other two. Now they’re looking to me to pull my end of the weight. I’ll do what they need me to do. I’ll fight my ass off to make sure we win. I’ll prove to every fan that booed me that I made the right decision. No decision is ever easy when there’s so much on the line. For months now I’ve been betting on me and it’s been working out just fine. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m betting on Jordan Majors. It’s going to take another extraordinary effort for any team to win this. But that’s exactly what I have hiding up my sleeve. Another world-class performance. If you take us lightly, you haven’t been paying attention. Jordan Majors is money, my friends, but this time she’s not alone. Me and Bree and Datura, we’re going to win this whole damn thing. You can take that to the bank.

The camera pans and zooms in on Jaina.

Jaina: Well, there you have it. At least one team in the Trios tournament has made it clear that they mean business. We’ll find out what happens this weekend in Dallas, Texas.

The scene fades out as the video comes to an end.