June 3, 2020 – Los Angeles
After everything that the last few weeks had thrown my way, from the confusion about Kath and my feelings towards her, to Abi completely washing her hands of me, along with stuff like me not even being able to recognise what was or wasn’t a date anymore, I made the decision to go against my own better judgement and try out a couple of dating apps that I’d been recommended. I hoped that doing so would be a distraction more than anything. I still wasn’t exactly sure about everything that was going on in my head; the feelings I was starting to feel for Kath, I wasn’t sure if it was lust, a desire to attach myself to any human that simply cared or whether it was deeper than that, but the whole thing was turning my head into a confused mess that complicated everything, so my hope was that getting out there and meeting people may clear things up just a little, even if it just helped distract me to look at pretty girls on an app, swiping left or right based entirely on how they looked. Superficial, sure, but with my mistakes in the past where overthinking was concerned, it felt like a small step in the direction, just by being impulsive. Does that make me sound crazy?
Maybe I threw myself a little too far into the deep end though, because just like a lot of things in my life apparently, I didn’t just dip my toes in but waded right in up to my waist almost from the off. I’d set up a two-for-one sort of thing for this Wednesday, arranging to meet one girl, Jocelyn, for lunch and then another – Katie – for dinner. I mean, what could go wrong with that plan, right? In my head though, it made sense. Which now I think about it, probably meant it was a bad idea from the start given how all over the place my head truly was, but I’d reasoned that if things went well over lunch and it turned into a whole day kind of thing, I could cancel my dinner plans with Katie and see where the evening took me and Jocelyn. I’m almost glad I did in a way, because lunch was a complete shitshow and I was glad to get the hell out of there. This girl was above and beyond just being weird. She was a whole other level of extra, with cream and a cherry on top for good measure! She kept talking about my feet and how great they looked in heels, and by the time we asked for the cheque, I was seriously questioning what the fuck I was doing using dating apps to begin with. This was the kind of horror story you read about in a bad Buzzfeed article or something, and I was pretty dejected by the time I got back to Kath’s around ninety minutes later. In hindsight, it probably was dumb to join them, but I couldn’t help myself. I was obsessing over the idea that all I needed was a good rebound to help me forget ALL about Jaina and hopefully clear up a few other things too… though I found myself wondering if Jaina was doing the same or whether I was being ridiculous thinking there was such a simple formula to fix things and get rid of these types of feelings. Stupid, huh?
And Kath wasn’t exactly much of a help either, based on how much she teased me when I did get back to hers. I told her all about Ms. Foot Fetish expecting maybe a hug or words of reassurance… instead I got laughed at and a pat on the head, like a small child trying to learn a new skill or something. That really didn’t help, because if anything it kind of forced the stubborn side out of me and I ended up determined to ensure dinner with this Katie girl was a hundred times more successful than lunch had been! I didn’t really WANT to go out to dinner if I’m honest; the day had already left me feeling exhausted, just from how much of a failure it had been until that point, and I nearly called it off… but I ended up being glad I didn’t, because truthfully, as we had a drink and then sat down to eat together, my first thought was that Katie was nothing like my disastrous lunch date. She seemed incredible, smart, funny, engaging and did I mention she was smoking hot too? Kath had joked that she’d maybe see me tomorrow when my uber had arrived and I was getting ready to leave… but she turned out to be some sort of mind reader or could see the future or something, because the night was so great that when Katie asked if I wanted to come back to her place for a drink I actually jumped at the chance to do so. She told me to make myself comfortable as soon as the door closed behind us and I made my way into the lounge area, looking around at all her cool stuff as she disappeared into the kitchen to fix us drinks. I looked at framed photos that stood on the mantel as I waited for her to return with the drinks; they looked familiar for some reason, but I couldn’t place why, and I soon forgot about it.
Jordan: So where did you say you’re from?
Katie: I don’t think I did.
Her voice carried through from the kitchen area as I put a framed picture back down, sure that I knew the location of the photo in it, even if I didn’t recognise the people IN the photo. I turned my attention to the rest of the room; she had incredible taste, I had to give her that much. She must be making some serious money as a model, because none of this came from Target, that much I could just tell from looking at it.
Katie: …I’m from the south.
Jordan: Ah, I can kind of hear that. In your voice, I mean. It’s a cute accent. I like it.
I turned around in time to see Katie walk around the partition wall from the kitchen with a glass in her hand, holding it out to me. I took it from her hesitantly, because for a fleeting moment I thought it was neat vodka, but as I took a cautious sip I relaxed. Just water. Pure, definitely from a bottle, but just water nonetheless.
Jordan: Thanks…
Katie: Sorry it’s only water, I don’t really have much else in. And I’m only 19 so I can’t really just head to the store, you know?
I nearly spat my second sip of water all over her but thankfully kept hold of my composure and swallowed.
Jordan: You’re only 19? But your profile said you were 22?
She shrugged the question off as if it wasn’t a big deal at all.
Katie: I mean, everyone lies about their age, right? Does it matter? Didn’t take you for the type to judge someone for being under 20.
I couldn’t help but think about Kath and how she’d lied about her age when she started wrestling, making herself seem a little younger, but I shook the thought from my head. Katie raised an eyebrow before laughing at me, shaking her head before she caught me off guard by walking off and at first I thought I’d maybe offended her or that she somehow knew what had flashed through my mind just then… but how could she? That was crazy. Come on Jordan, pull yourself together. I sat down on the couch, feeling like I probably shouldn’t go walking after her, but from where I sat, I could see right into the room she’d disappeared into; she’d left her bedroom door open and I could see the bed from where I sat. Her apartment was luxurious but it wasn’t exactly big, kind of like my place in New Orleans was. I guess staying at Kath’s place had forced me to see things a little differently as of late, because it almost seemed more obvious that it should, how small the place was. I took another sip of water and turned back to look in the direction of the bedroom and this time I couldn’t stop myself from spitting the water from my mouth; there Katie was, wearing the skimpiest lingerie I’d ever seen and I started to wonder if it was just water on my chin from spitting the drink out or whether I was drooling!
Jordan: Holy shit!?
Katie: What…
Her voice was different, teasing almost, as she spoke with such innocence. But she was being seductive too, playing coy but kind of making it obvious that she had much more in store for us. I won’t lie, it was hot as hell.
Katie: You already complained about my age, are you going to complain about this too?
She slowly ran a hand down her lingerie, coming to a stop with it on her hip as she leant against the frame of the doorway. I jumped up as she started to slink her way towards me, smirking.
Jordan: No, I… I’m not complaining. I’m just… surprised, that’s all?
The words came out all broken up, rushed or stammered, as Katie pulled the glass from my hand and placed it on a nearby table. She grabbed my hands in her own, squeezing them tightly as we stood there in the middle of her lounge, me in my dress and her in the sexy little number that she’d just changed into.
Katie: I want to have a little bit of fun… what do you think of that?
With her eyes looking longingly into my own, she leaned in like she was going to kiss me, but as I closed my eyes to accept what I expected to be a kiss, she bit down on my bottom lip and tugged it before leaning her forehead against mine, giggling as my eyes opened wide and the shock seemed to turn her on even more. Was this normal? I know some women like it kind of rough or want to be bossed around… but having my lip chewed on like that sure as hell didn’t seem to do anything for me. Then without warning she was getting handsy. There were no tentative daring movements, her fingers went straight to the hemline of my dress and lifted it to grab my butt, squeezing roughly with both hands as she took a deep breath, her face nuzzled into the crease of my collarbone. I kind of had the wind knocked out of me at the sudden escalation but my eyes still fell shut as I felt her tongue lick from the spot just above my collarbone all the way up to my ear. She only stopped when she started to whisper something into my ear, her breath causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up in unison.
Katie: Perhaps you just need someone to take control, huh?
I don’t know if it’s because I was caught up in the moment or something else entirely, but I was lost for words, stood there unable to speak with my eyes closed, both enjoying the caress of her hands while slightly on edge from it at the same time. I said nothing, I was unable to, but she took that as consent and she let go of my butt to grab me by the hand and practically DRAGGED me towards the open bedroom door where light spilled out into the room. We were barely through the door when she virtually threw me on the bed and despite literally throwing people around a ring for a living, I was powerless in the moment to stop her; everything had happened to quick that I was just so out of it, caught off guard by her every move and before I knew what was happening, she was on top of me. She pinned my arms to the mattress, all of her weight holding me down as she kissed me so deeply that I thought for a moment that my lip may split from being pressed against my teeth. And then she was off me, the weight lifted completely and I opened my eyes to see her standing by the bed, her eyes devouring the sight of me as candles flickered on several surfaces around us, which explained the lights dancing on the floor outside of the room. She must have lit them when she came in to change. She reached out and undressed me hungrily, a little rough but I put that down to the lust she was awash with and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t feeling similar myself despite still being in a state of shock. It was obvious that she got a kick out of being in control, as she seemed to enjoy the power she had over me as I lay there naked while she still wore the lingerie, but as she slid onto the bed and straddled me again, I gave in to lust completely and I kissed her chest between her breasts as she caressed me arms with both hands. She leaned over me and my kisses found their new target of the soft skin of her navel… but as she sat back again, almost sat on my stomach, I found that I couldn’t follow her. My arms wouldn’t move and I snapped my head to one side and tugged at me arm, only to see that my wrist was bound to the headboard of her bed. I turned to look the other way, only to see the same thing. My head snapped back around and it was only then that I noticed Katie was doing the same thing with my ankles, to the foot of the bed. I was so swept up in the moment that I hadn’t even realised this was happening!
Jordan: What the hell is this!?
Katie: Shhh…
She almost whispered the word, walking around the side of the bed to place a finger across my lips.
Katie: I told you this would be fun, baby… you just need to trust me..
I tried to pull my arms forward again, my arms straining against the bonds around my wrists, but despite my muscles bulging under the pressure, my wrists almost popping as the tendons and sinews contorted, I couldn’t move. I was trapped and Katie knew it. Her eyes weren’t filled with malice or anything, but she was definitely enjoying the power she had over me, and a twisted smile spread over her face as she turned to grab one of the candles, the flame of which danced wildly in the air as she carried it to the bed.
Jordan: Oh.. shit…
Katie: Nothing to be scared about, baby… it’s fun…
I writhed in my bonds trying to free myself but to no avail as she started to tilt the candle to one side and I saw the molten wax lurch sidewards in slow motion before free-falling to form a splatter pattern on my exposed stomach. Every muscle in my body tightened, expecting a far worse burn that the one that came. It was hot, but it quickly started to set and it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, but I wasn’t getting a kick out of it like Katie was either.
Katie: Mmm… see, you like it, right?
Katie giggled again as another hail of molten wax droplets cascaded down onto my stomach with a sticky splash, doubling the puddles that were already starting to harden from the previous wave.
Jordan: Katie…
Katie: Yes, Jay?
The air almost seemed to pulled from my lungs at that; had she just called me Jay? My mind started doing overtime as thoughts rushed through my head, the name I called Jaina when we were dating, but… no, I had to be overreacting, right? Jay, J… short for Jordan, that made sense. Like calling Bree Bee, or Kath Kay or something. I guess she saw it in my face that I didn’t like it though, maybe my eyes widened or my brows raised involuntarily or something as I looked at her because almost as if she was punishing me, she shifted the candle to drip more of the molten wax on my inner thigh and my whole body stiffened again, my back arching to the point it was raised from the bed before I collapsed back down again.
Katie: You don’t like that, Jordan?
I opened my eyes to look at her and the candle was gone, and in her hand she was holding some sort of fucking whip. The playful kind with tassels on the end of a stick, but the sight of it still filled me with more uncertainty. This was going south and quickly, moreso than lunch had. Suddenly lunch seemed like it had gone perfectly! And then with a quick snap, the plastic tassels slashed at my other leg and I jumped again, my back leaving the bed for a second time and this time it did hurt. Not crazy, but enough to let me know I would probably have marks there if I could actually see my legs.
Katie: What about that?
Jordan: N-no… not really…
An involuntary laugh escaped my throat, and I knew almost instantly that I’d fucked up, because her face shifted completely, she looked… not angry, but, I dunno, insulted?
Katie: You think it’s funny!?
Her hand flashed through the air and the whip cracked across my chest, my nipples stinging under the blow and my eyes shot open in pain. This bitch wasn’t just a couple of spoons short of a tea service, she’d lost the whole contents and was also trying to raise cuckoo’s out of the box it came in! The whip sailed through the air and clattered against the door of her closet as she closed in on me with her own hands now. They shifted around my body as she kissed around my stomach, down to my thighs… and despite the fucked up craziness of the situation, I have to admit that I lost myself in the moment as she found her way between my legs and her tongue brought me to climax. I lost all track of time and space at that point and the next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to see light spilling into the room through the drapes.
Jordan: What the fuck?
My whole body ached, I was sore and felt abused and beaten. Dried wax still clung to my stomach as I sat up and rubbed at it to brush it away, flakes cascading through the air like dust in the rays of sunlight that broke into the room. It was only then that I realised I was actually free from my bonds, that I wasn’t tied to the bed any longer. My wrists and ankles were free and I jumped up from the bed to search for my dress that I’d had removed from my body the night before, slipping into it before my eyes darted around the room trying to find my underwear. My eyes lingered on the floor length mirror as they landed on it and I caught a glimpse of my crazy rats nest of hair, sex hair I guess you’d call it. I tried to pat it down the best I could before going back to search the floor for my underwear, down on my hands and knees as I even looked under the bed.
Katie: Leaving so soon?
I tried to straighten up and hit my head on the underside of the bedframe, screwing my eyes up at the pain as I backed out from under the bed and turned to see Katie in the doorway, and worse yet, she had my underwear hanging off the end of her index finger, waving them at me as if to taunt me with them.
Jordan: Um, yeah, I…. I mean, I had a lot of fun, but… I really should get home, you know?
She pouted as she walked into the room, looking suddenly sad, her puppy dog eyes looking at me with such sorrow that I started to feel bad.
Katie: Was I too rough?
She let out a sigh and her head dropped for a moment before she looked back up at me again, looking guilty.
Katie: I’m sorry. I guess I just got a little excited. I didn’t mean to upset you…
Jordan: No, it’s… I mean, yeah, it was kind of too much for me, but… it’s fine, don’t worry?
I wasn’t sure if I was trying to reassure her or me with that, but the look on her face left me feeling like I actually had to put her at ease. She stepped into the room and walked over to me to give me my underwear and I went to grab them but as I closed my fingers around them she pulled me in for a kiss and at first it was quite tender, but it quickly went to eleven with her tongue probing my mouth and i backed away, trying to play it off as just wanting to put on my underwear. I turned away from her and slipped one foot in then the other before sliding them up, feeling much better for having them on but before I could turn again, her arms slid around me and she held on tight as if she didn’t want to let go.
Jordan: Um, Katie… what are you doing? I need to get going…
Her hands ran tenderly up and down my arms for a moment before she leant into my ear, her whisper once again setting off the hairs on the back of my neck, though this time I started to think it may be fear rather than excitement.
Katie: I was hoping we at least had time for breakfast first…
Jordan: Are you… Jesus, are you for real? I have friends who are super horny all the time, but you are next level kinky, girl.
I tried to play it off as a joke and Katie giggled, but she caught me off guard and pulled my wrists backwards and in one movement I heard a snap and she let go of me and once again I couldn’t move. I tried to yank my hands apart but they were locked together behind my back, and it only hit me then that I still had the damn wrist straps on from the night before and Katie had locked them together again! My whole body jumped as her hand hit my ass with an almighty slap that stung like hell and the next thing I knew, she’d shoved me forward and I crashed doubled over against the side of the bed, my dress riding up to show my butt off to her.
Jordan: What the fuck are you doing?
Katie: Mmm… you know Jay, from this angle I can see why she liked you so much…
Okay, what in the fuck was THAT supposed to mean?! And I won’t deny it, I was starting to really freak out as the realisation of the situation washed over me, that I had gone home with a chick that turned out not just to be kinky, but borderline psychotic. And with my hands literally tied, she had ALL the power in that moment. There was nothing I could do to defend myself.
Jordan: W-what!? What are you talking about, boo?
I heard her footsteps as she stepped towards me and then her breasts pressed my back as she leant over me, pinning me to the bed with her body weight.
Katie: Do you like big or small?
I was freaking out now, my heart hammered in my chest and breathing was growing harder from her pressing her weight against me. My words came out in ragged gasps.
Jordan: Who… the hell… are you?
Her laugh was made all the scarier for being so close to my ear, it made me feel like I was prey caught in her web. This girl was a fucking black widow or something!
Katie: You didn’t answer my question, baby… that’s impolite. Maybe I need to punish you so that you learn from your mistakes…
I tried my best to wriggle further up the bed, desperate to get away from her, but with her weight pressing down on me and my hands still bound together behind my back, I was powerless to do anything and she knew it. She knew I had nowhere to go.
Katie: I’ll ask again, baby. Big or small?
My anger flared and my mouth ran away from me. I knew I’d made a mistake before I even finished speaking.
Jordan: I asked you who the fuck you are, you crazy bitch?!
I couldn’t see her face, but she let out a twisted chuckle and I just knew that she was smiling even without being able to see her. I was starting to get angry, but also worried for my well being, an internal battle between the two thought processes, but I suspected that it would be the wrong move regardless of which one won out.
Katie: You don’t know?
Her hands fumbled as she tried to force them beneath me, clearly trying to grope at my chest, but with the weight of her body on me, that was no easy feat and I was actually thankful for that at least, because the longer this went on, the more her touch sickened me to the pit of my stomach. She leant down further into me and her laugh was terrible as she whispered into my ear again.
Katie: I knew Jaina looooong before you did, baby…
My eyes widened with the wave of fear that rampaged through me at the mention of Jaina’s name. It WASN’T a consequence, she was definitely calling me Jay in a pointed way. And that’s when it hit me why I vaguely recognised the photos in the living room. They were all from places around where Jaina lived with her mom and dad! My mind raced as I tried to process what this girl had just said. She was young, around Jaina’s age… She was from the south, or I guess Louisiana based on the accent… just like Jaina. And now she was telling me she KNEW Jaina. And it quickly hit me in that moment; Katie… the same name as Jaina’s ex!
Katie: I HAD Jaina before you did, too…
And then her weight lifted from my back, as she stood up and I turned around hoping that she was leaving the room, but instead I looked around just in time to see her rear back and then bring her hand down with another stinging slap on my panty-covered butt. The slap of her hand connecting with my flesh thundered in the room, sounding so loud. Way louder than it should, in fact.
Katie: Final time, baby… big or small?
I had no idea what she was asking, but I felt as if I should answer her, if for no other reason than to stop her from hitting me again.
Jordan: Small… small!!
I blurted the word out, repeating myself as I stressed my answer. I could hear the smile in her voice before I saw it on her face.
Katie: Big it is…
The laugh that slipped from her mouth was downright psychotic as she turned to leave the room and started digging through something in the other room, a drawer maybe, or a cupboard. I heard the noise but couldn’t see what was going on from my prone position over the bed, but I didn’t need to see it, because I jumped into action. Panicking but trying to force myself to think clearly, I pushed myself up from the bed with my arms still bound behind me. I crept into the bathroom, looking for something to maybe open the straps that bound my wrists, but I saw something that lifted my spirits and filled me with far more hope. The bathroom window was open, slightly! I wasn’t sure I’d even fit through the gap, but I didn’t care, I was taking my chance and I rushed back into the bedroom to locate my purse, having to squat down backwards to pick it up from the chair before rushing back into the bathroom for a second time. Using the toilet seat as a stool, I took a deep breath and clambered up onto the window ledge and started to wriggle through the gap. It was only when I was half way through the window that I remembered her apartment was on the second storey of the complex she lived in, but it was too late and I daren’t try and edge my way back into the room because I wasn’t sure the fall was actually any worse than what I’d be going back to!
I tried to shift my weight the best as I could as I dropped, hoping to roll through to my knees and luckily bushes broke most of my fall as I hit the ground, but I still snagged my dress a couple of times as I freed myself from the bushes and ran like fuck to get the hell out of there. I reached the sidewalk before turning to take one final look at the window I’d just escaped from. I dunno what I expected to see, whether I thought her face would be in the window glaring at me or something, but it was empty and I didn’t waste any more time waiting to see if she was going to appear as I set off barefoot down the sidewalk. It didn’t take me long to find a store that I rushed into and with embarrassment had to ask them to release me from the bonds that still held me by the wrist. It definitely wasn’t one of my proudest moments but considering the situation I’d been in a few minutes earlier, it was one I knew was much better than the alternative! I booked an Uber and jumped into the back so quick that I think I freaked out the driver but I didn’t care. I sat there in total silence as he drove me back home… back to Kath’s place I mean. The driveway outside was a sight for sore eyes and I practically sprinted to the door before skidding to a stop to save myself from slamming into it. Stepping inside, I sighed such a deep sigh of relief and hoped to slink off to my room unnoticed, but luck just clearly wasn’t on my side because Kath was right there in front of me as I stood with my back to the door. She looked me up and down, and smirked at me, knowingly. Trust me boo, you DON’T know.
Kathryn: Jesus sweetie, you look like you’ve been dragged through a bush backwards by a tornado or something…
She looked me up and down again and her eyes lingered on my wrists, spotting the straps. Her brow went up, and I’m not sure if it was surprise or whether she was actually impressed.
Kathryn: Well… I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to be into that sort of stuff…
Jordan: I don’t think I am… I just jumped out of a second-story window with my hands behind my back to get away from it, actually…
Me and my big mouth! Of course she tilted her head to one side, because who wouldn’t be confused by the words that just blurted out of my mouth, huh?!
Kathryn: You just did what now?
I was kind of surprised that her voice was filled with concern, but it started to dawn on me the reality of the situation that I’d actually been in, that it was much worse than I actually thought it was at the time. I started shaking as I started to explain.
Jordan: That girl… Katie… she’s Jaina’s ex-girlfriend! And I think… I think she has some weird obsession with me because of that fact. Ugh, what the fuck, Kath?! I should have known better! I should have known better than when a hot model swiped my way and started talking to me!
Kath started to open her mouth to speak, but words evidently failed her and instead she walked over to me and wrapped me up in a hug so comforting that I didn’t care I was shaking anymore. Her arms wrapped tightly around me and unlike earlier, when Katie held me and I felt constricted, I felt safe at last.
Kathryn: Sounds like you had a hell of a night… I dunno what to say, but I’m glad you’re okay sweetie…
She kissed me on the side of the head and went back to hugging me again, before finally breaking the hug off as she turned to look at me in concern.
Kathryn: Are you okay?
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly before nodding my head.
Jordan: I… yeah, I think so… I think I just need a shower. And a drink.
Kathryn wrinkled her nose up.
Kathryn: Um… It’s 9 a.m. sweetie.
I had no idea what time it was, other than knowing it was the NEXT day. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Kath waved me out of the door, but so much had gone on and I was just glad to be home. In Kath’s home.
Jordan: Okay. Good to know… maybe just an irish coffee then?
Kath chuckled and just looked at me for a minute before nodding her head. She told me to go grab a shower and she’d make me something to calm me down, which I have to admit, I hoped would contain alcohol, because I sure as hell felt like I needed it. I trudged upstairs, gaining some strength back in my legs as I headed for the bathroom to shower; for weeks now, all I’d been hearing from so many people was that I needed to get laid, that I needed a rebound to help me get over everything, sex with anyone to help me forget about the fact I’d lost everything. Well, I’d just had that, and I wasn’t a fucking fan! It did nothing. Nothing but add more stress onto me, because not only had it failed to help me forget Jaina, not only had it failed to help clear the shit with Kath from my mind, but it made everything worse because now I’m pretty sure that Jaina’s psycho ex-girlfriend is going to try and murder me or something! Jesus, why the fuck did I do this? I knew I didn’t want some random hookup, but I listened when people told me it would fix everything but it hadn’t! And what made matters worse was that being wrapped up in Kath’s arms made me feel just instantly safe again, despite everything I’d just been through. That wasn’t meant to happen! This was meant to help me FORGET about all that stuff… and now Kath was probably down there thinking all these fucked up things about me, that I should have known better or whatever.
As I stepped under the hot jet of the shower, hoping the scalding hot water would wash away the shame from my body, I couldn’t help wondering if things would be different if I hadn’t sent that message to the wrong number last week… but it hit me that maybe this was what I needed anyway. Because even if I was no better off where my feelings towards Kath were concerned, after seeing the state I was in just now and knowing how much drama I drag around with me? There was no way she was going to be interested in me now anyway. So maybe it worked out in the end, I don’t know. The only thing I do know is that I didn’t want to step out from under the jets of that shower… but twenty minutes later, wrapped in a towel I headed back downstairs and true to her word, Kath had fixed me a drink. Black coffee with Irish whiskey in. And breakfast too. Bagels with cheese and a poached egg and salmon. Orange juice. Fuck… this woman… just… fuck…
June 5, 2020 – Los Angeles
I still felt a little out of sorts about the whole Katie debacle a day after I’d escaped her lair. Kath asked if we should contact anyone, I guess she was thinking about the cops or something, but I honestly didn’t even want the embarrassment of the incident getting out into the open. I don’t know that she agreed with me on that, just with how severe I had described it. Somehow it just felt like the next chapter in my frequently fucked up existence on this planet. I pressed on though, because I had to. With the absence of an episode of Breakdown, Cookie called me and told me she was missing her friend. We’d been spending a lot of time on the road together. I’m sure Derek loved it. Or maybe he had some not so innocent plans to exploit the friendship. Shit, there goes my mind again. Anyway, Cookie wanted to meet at a restaurant in LA. A sort of hole in the wall type place where she said they have great tacos. The weird thing was, Cookie knew all these famous places because of their tacos, but we never ate tacos. She seemed to mostly order whatever the heck I was getting. So at this quaint restaurant on the westside of Los Angeles, I decided I need to fill in Cookie on what had happened to me that week. In natural Cookie fashion, she took it all a different way.
Cookie: Well… Jordan Majors. I knew you were secretly into this kind of stuff!
I was confused and titled my head before I could think of a response. Cookie leaned forward in a manner that almost made her giant breasts pop out of her shirt. Instinctively I put an arm out like I needed to shove those puppies back where they belong, but Cookie leaned back and grinned.
Jordan: That’s not what I was saying at all. This bitch was crazy, girl. She wanted to keep me there locked up like her own personal plaything. So I jumped out the window.
Cookie nodded excitedly. My phone buzzed and I looked down. I’d been texting Kath all night. She was drinking. I was drinking, too. It was getting hot and heavy though. She sent me a picture of herself laying in her bed, glass in hand. She was barely dressed. I bit my lip, totally distracted and missing what Cookie was saying.
Cookie: … and the thing is, in some countries they pay big money to be able to go out and chase someone like you. It’s called the deadliest game, I think. I don’t know. It sounds kind of fun.
Jordan: Hold on, what?
Cookie narrowed her eyes at me, her perfect, practically drawn on eyebrows furrowed downward as she picked up her drink and took a sip, leaving us in silence. I got the feeling she was irritated at me or something.
Jordan: I’m sorry, I just got distracted.
Cookie: Listen… if you want to go back to Katie for the night…
I cut her off and emphatically waved my arms like I was trying to stop a speeding car from driving me into a brick wall. She stopped talking and stared at me waiting for me to explain myself. I dropped my arms and sighed, then waved my phone at her.
Jordan: So here’s the thing. Kath is texting me, and it’s all up in my head.
Cookie: Ah, this again. I think I know the solution for you.
I sat back and looked at her, waiting for her to give me the secret to this issue I’m having. My head had been filled with thoughts of my roommate — err… the woman letting me live in her home — for weeks now. It didn’t make a lot of sense at times. Other times I caught myself thinking about her in an entirely different manner. One that made too much sense. Like when she embraced me and all I wanted to do was kiss her. A real kiss. Not this shit on the cheek or the accident at the front door. Cookie was staring at me. She knew exactly what I was doing in my head.
Cookie: You two just need to fuck, really badly. We’ve got some good KABLAM stuff to help that. You know we don’t discriminate.
Jordan: I know… you showed me the rainbow-patterned KABLAM logo.
She had shown me SO MANY damn times. She was so proud of it.
Cookie: What? I’m proud of it!
Jordan: Yeah, but maybe that isn’t a real solution. Maybe that just complicates things and…
My phone buzzed and cut me off. What I read made my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t drunk, but I was buzzed. There were no mind tricks. Kath had sent me instructions. And a picture. She wanted me to come home right now. And she’d sent me picture proof. She was naked. In her bathroom. My mouth dropped and suddenly the playfulness of our messages had turned real. Cookie raised a brow at me as I put my phone down and looked at her. That silly GIF you see online, you know the “It’s Happening!” one? It was playing in mind.
Jordan: Cookie I need you to take me home right now!
Cookie: It’s happening!
Cookie practically jumped out of her seat as I dug in my purse and threw money at the table. The whole restaurant watched as Cookie gleefully grabbed my hand and started hauling me out of the restaurant. Workers, patrons, poor people on the street who watched her drag me through the doors… they were getting a show. It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying to hurry, too. Cookie was just seemingly anxious to make this happen. Like she could read my mind or she somehow had hacked my phone and she was also reading these text messages. She only let go of me when we reached the car and she bent down against the window and stared into the car. I heard her gasp, sucking in a breath like someone had just punched her in the chest and she couldn’t get enough air.
Jordan: What’s wrong!?
Cookie: I locked my keys in the car!
I ran up to the window and peered inside and saw the keys just casually sitting in the center console of the vehicle. My eyes grew as wide as saucers as I looked at her. The glance she gave back looked like something had just died. And maybe it had. Maybe this was my chance. Maybe this was my sign from whatever entity runs this shit show that this thing was surely not meant to be. I turned and slunk back against the car, putting my face in my hands.
Cookie: Maybe… we can carjack someone!?
Jordan: Are you serious?
Cookie: This is an emergency!! For you!! I know this is what you need, dammit!
Cookie began to scramble around the parked car as she searched for some way to save this situation. I slid down the car in my buzzed state until my butt hit the ground. I pulled in my knees and sighed before looking up at the sky, gazing at the stars on this cloudless night. I always seemed to take solace in the night sky. My quiet gaze was broken by Cookie, STOMPING over with something in her hands. A brick.
Cookie: Stand back! I’m about to unlock this bitch!
I shuffled away on my hands and knees and scrambled to my feet as Cookie reared back with one hand to throw the brick. I tried to leap and stop her, thinking we could just call someone to unlock it rather than her breaking the window. But she threw it and let out a scream before I could even get close.
Cookie: KABLAM!!
The brick soared forward at the window with enormous speed and slammed into it with all of the might Cookie could put behind it. But then the brick simply bounced and tumbled to the ground, breaking into a few pieces on impact with the pavement. Cookie and I both looked up and saw the window without even a crack. It was perfect. Not even an indentation from the brick. We stood there, both speechless before Cookie put an arm around my waist and pulled me in.
Cookie: I’m sorry that my car is a pussy-blocker…
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She still held me close in my sad state as she pulled out her phone and called her husband, Derek. As it turns out, Cookie’s car was unlocked the whole time. All she had to do was pull the handle. Cookie didn’t apologize though, she raced us to Kath’s house like a scene from Fast and the Furious. I think I saw the speedometer max out on the highway before we exited the road for Santa Monica. She tried to drift into Kath’s driveway, but the car just shook to a stop and I jumped out as she yelled good luck and blew me a kiss. I hurried into the house and kicked off my shoes, watching them tumble away behind me as I rounded the corner for the stairs. I dashed down the hallway and swung open the door to Kath’s room. I was too late. Kathryn was out cold. She’d no doubt passed out from waiting, slightly drunk and thinking that I was standing her up. This whole thing was confusing the living shit out of me. I didn’t know if this was real, if she actually wanted me for some reason or it was because she was drunk. She was laying there, uncovered, in just her underwear. The slight hint of sweat was glistening on her skin from the light that shone in from the hallway. I leaned down and pulled the blankets up over, tucking her in. I planted a kiss on her cheek and smiled, brushing the slightest bit of hair away from her eyes. Then I pushed away from her bed and plopped down in the chair in her room, letting all the weight from this night fall out of me as I did.
I fell asleep as I sat there watching her. Then I woke up in the early hours with a sore neck and felt like a creep for falling asleep while watching her. I tiptoed off to my room and climbed into my own bed. This had reached a point where something had to be done. I didn’t know what that was, but I wasn’t sure that I could hide from it much longer. If I didn’t say something to Kath, I felt like I would probably regret it. Even if she said no thanks or go away or anything negative at all. I had to say it. I had to grow a pair of lady balls or whatever and just let her know that this was going on. Dancing around this was putting more stress on me than just actually telling the truth ever probably would. Seriously! This fucking woman!
June 7, 2020 – Santa Monica
With everything that had happened… or not happened… Friday night, Saturday morning just felt really strange, for some reason. I woke up with the remnants of a sore neck from dozing in the chair in Kath’s room for a few hours before creeping back to my own bed, which didn’t really help matters as I woke up with a sense of worry over what the day was going to bring. I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were going to be super awkward as I started fixing breakfast for myself, freezing as I heard a noise from upstairs that told me Kath was finally starting to wake from her drunken slumber. My first instinct was to bolt, to head out shopping or for a jog or something so I could avoid the awkward, but that wasn’t the new Jordan way, was it? So I sent her a text saying that I was fixing food for the two of us because I’d heard her stirring up there, and just hoped that me making breakfast would serve as a peace offering or something? An olive branch, maybe? It didn’t really work though, because breakfast felt super awkward as we sat there in total silence for minutes at a time; even when I tried to force conversation, it felt empty, like Kath was going through the motions to be polite while making it more than obvious that she wanted nothing to do with it. It was small talk, awkward and uninterested on her part and nervy on mine. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and upset her, because it was clear to see that she wasn’t happy with me to begin with. That hurt. More than I thought it would, if I’m honest. And I obviously wasn’t just reading too much into it either, because after breakfast she disappeared upstairs again and we didn’t cross paths for the rest of the day! I took that to heart, I couldn’t help it. This was the longest we’d gone without speaking since I first came to LA, even when I was out of town for shows. At least then, we’d be texting one another. Which is probably way more telling than I’d realised until the silent treatment started. The only thing keeping me going after I realised that was the hope that we’d hopefully get past this eventually, and get back to the path we were on before, continuing to build the beautiful friendship that had truly developed between us.
Sunday turned out to be more of the same though, which only added insult to injury. It was a kick to the stomach, because it’s not like I went out of my way to hurt her, it was literally out of my control and just one big mistake! And I could have told her that if she’d give me a chance, but she seemed to be going out of her way to avoid me, and I didn’t think forcing my way into her room was the right way to go, even if I’d had an open invitation only a day or so earlier. It went way beyond the suggestion that maybe she was avoiding me… though I guess I was doing the same too, really. I mean, it wasn’t like I decided to try and force a conversation either. I found things to keep me occupied, packing away a few things and making sure my bag was packed for my flight on Monday, just for something to do. Eventually though, I legitimately ran out of things to do, and wanting to give Kath the space she evidently wanted, I threw on my bikini and went outside to lounge on the back patio, figuring I could at least top up my tan while I hated myself and my horrible luck. My head was still swimming with everything though, and it dawned on me that ignoring things had been my biggest mistake for too long… I had to be assertive, or at least proactive I guess? So I bit the bullet and grabbed my phone to text her. She may have only been upstairs, but I wasn’t quite ready for a face to face confrontation, even if I was trying to convince myself that I was confident enough to fix things! She replied pretty much straight away, which I was kind of surprised at, and we actually managed a frank conversation about it. I was impressing myself, I wasn’t avoiding the subject but actually dealing with it. She told me she didn’t remember most of the night, which I didn’t believe because we hadn’t spoken in like, twenty four hours, but I didn’t push my luck. She told me she’d deleted the whole conversation before going to sleep, but it was obvious she remembered things and I explained all about the car and the key situation. I needed her to understand that I really WAS trying to get home to her, and how bad I felt about everything… and I think I was winning her over too, getting her to see that it was all one big misunderstanding. But then things took a somewhat unexpected turn when I made an admission that I don’t think she was expecting…
Jordan: I opened your door when I got home but you were asleep or else I’d have told you then. You were all uncovered too and looked cold so I covered you up.
Kathryn: Wait, what?
Jordan: I, uhh… checked on you. Because of the texts.
Kathryn: …and you didn’t wake me up?
Jordan: I did nudge you and say your name but you just kinda… lightly snored.
Kathryn: Jesus christ, Jordan…
My heart felt like it was in my throat as I froze, my eyes widening in fear as the three little dots appeared on the screen to tell me Kath was typing again. My pulse raced frantically as I sat up in the chair and slid my sunglasses up on top of my head, leaning forward in my chair to stare at the screen of my phone on the sun lounger in front of me. Time felt like it had slowed down to an excruciatingly slow pace as I waited, my patience wearing thinner by the second as I willed her words to appear on the screen. It was killing me, not knowing what she was thinking, what she would say… then it popped up and almost couldn’t look yet wanted nothing more than to read what she’d said at the same time!
Kathryn: Did you not think to try a little harder? I practically begged you to come to bed with me, Jordan… I LIKE you! I probably shouldn’t, I’m probably destroying everything but jesus christ sweetie, I LIKE YOU. You had to be able to see that? I’ve spent the last two days thinking you weren’t interested because you didn’t show up!
My whole body started to tremble as I greedily read then re-read the message. I wasn’t sure I believed what I was reading and half expected it to change every time I went back over the message she’d sent me. But it didn’t change. It was the same every time I read it. Holy shit. We’d been playing some crazy type of high stakes poker this entire time, just waiting on the other to go all-in or show her hand… yet neither of us had dared to do so first, leaving us in this sort of stalemate until now. With ragged breath, I grabbed my phone and pulled it close as I tried to force my thumbs to do as I willed them; I needed to tell her how crazy this was, how insane it was that we’d been doing mental gymnastics this entire time, but I didn’t want to waste time stating the obvious. Not when I knew what was more important. My thumbs flew across the screen of my phone as I fired out my reply.
Jordan: I made Cookie leave her nearly full drink on the table to bring me home. When I finally got here, you were asleep. When you didn’t wake up easily, I covered you up and sat down in a chair in your room and passed out. I woke up early and snuck back out of the room. I wanted you more than anything that night. Two weeks ago I confessed how much I like you but I sent it to an Asian food restaurant by mistake. I didn’t want to push my luck and tell you if it wasn’t right.
Kathryn: You… texted an asian food restaurant on accident? lol. Wait, so you’ve been keeping this from me for how long? And why the hell did you sleep in a chair instead of in the bed with me?
Jordan: I was drunk. I passed out. The restaurant is in my phone. They sent me a coupon… that’s beside the point. I’ve felt this way for weeks and I was a coward. I didn’t want to press my luck when you’ve done so much for me. I didn’t want to fuck everything up if you didn’t feel the same way. The other night… you were asleep and I felt like I’d messed up. I can’t explain everything I do. Just that I actually do like you and I knew it. All these other girls I talked to… I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Should I just show you the message? I think I should probably show you…
The three little dots appeared again, though this time the reply appeared far quicker, thank god.
Kathryn: I want a lot of things right now, lol. But yeah, I kind of want to know what it said…
My thumb flew across the screen, scrolling up to search for the message. It was only as I scrolled that I realised just how much we text each other. How hadn’t I made the connection sooner, that there was more going on with all of this? Eventually, I found the message and my thumb hovered above it for a moment as I hesitated; this was the moment of no return, at least that’s how it felt. If I sent this, we wouldn’t be able to backtrack, at least not in a way that we’d come out of it with a friendship intact anyway… but I told myself that it was a risk I had to take. I pressed down to copy the text and pressed down again to paste it into the message box. I didn’t even hesitate in hitting send, despite knowing full well how it would look, that I was saying those things because I was drunk or my judgement was clouded… but they rang true as much now as they did that night, and I was stone cold sober now.
Old message: kath… i just have tao boe nhonest with you. i can’t stnop thinking about o.uy that kiss or whatever it was… it set something off inside of me. it feels lkie a slow electric pulse just vibrating within and my heart is just fluttering. i have butterflies just sending this pto you. i don’t know what this is, but i’m startving think i love you or something and i’m woriried about fucking everything up. all i ever do is ruin things. i don’t waxnt to ruin things between us. so just tell me what tco do. tell me to move wout or to forget about this. telyl me you feel the same? maybe? just tell me what to do herre because you’re all that’s on my mind.
Despite the appalling drunk typing, despite all the spelling mistakes and things that weren’t quite worded right… the meaning BEHIND every word of it was still true, every syllable I’d typed out was exactly what I’d wanted to tell her every day since, but didn’t have the bottle to do so. And that filled me with dread the second the little message changed from sent to read beneath what I’d sent her and the dots appeared again…
Kathryn: Okay, I need to unpack this, but this stuff may not be in order, so bare with me… No, I don’t want you to move out and I definitely don’t want you to forget it. I feel exactly the same as you do, sweetie! I’ve literally spent every night for weeks thinking about coming to your room to talk to you before talking myself out of it and Friday night I legit screamed your name is I finished, so what does that tell you? Fuck, I’m physically shaking right now… where are you? Like, right this minute, where are you?
I didn’t even consider wasting time typing out a response, not after reading what Kath had put. I think I may have even been half way through the patio doors by the time my phone settled completely on the fabric of the sun lounger, but it could have ended up in the pool for all I cared in that moment. I ran like it was life or death, my bare feet nearly sliding out from beneath me on more than one occasion as I bolted for the stairs, wearing nothing but my bikini as I scrambled up them, nearly falling twice as I rushed the top. I was at the door to Kath’s room in no time at all, my heart hammering in my chest as I reached for the handle with no hesitation whatsoever this time, no reservations in my mind now that this was the right call. I barged into the room, no knocking or making her know I was there, I shot right through the door to find her sitting on the bed in her nightwear still. She looked up and her phone seemed to fall from her grip as if in slow motion as her eyes found mine and while neither of us moved at first, the connection between us was loud and clear in that one moment. This wasn’t a one way street in either direction, it was mutual, and in the silence of the room I couldn’t tell if I could heart my own heart hammering in my ears of if it was Kath’s that rang loud and clear… and while I was frozen at first, wondering who would make the first move, we both moved as one. She threw herself from the bed as I practically floated towards her, barely aware of my feet carrying me as the distance between us was closed in virtually no time at all as we met in the middle, wrapping one another up in an embrace that was nothing like anything we’d shared until that precise moment. I could feel her heart hammering against me as we embraced and finally our lips came together in a kiss that wasn’t an accident.
It wasn’t a mistake or a wrong movement. Our first real kiss, and one that said everything neither of us had been able to say in person for weeks. Her arms pulled me closer still, but her touch was so gentle, it was almost as if the idea of there being ANY distance between us in that perfect moment was unimaginable. I threw my arms around her neck, my fingers interlocking as the kiss went from tender to something more. Passion, lust, longing… I don’t know, but in that moment, our hunger was what took control and it felt like a dream as she started to slowly step backwards towards the bed and I matched her every step with one of my own, not daring to break off the kiss for even a second in case it didn’t start again. I had no reason to be concerned about that happening though, as we collapsed on the bed, Kath pulling me on top of her. My lips found her neck as she inhaled deeply, lost in the moment, but her hand travelled up my back to the strings of my bikini, which she untied in a heartbeat. I broke off the kiss and shrugged out of it, throwing it across the room as I looked down at Kath hungrily, watching as she propped herself up on her elbows for a second before grinning at me, lust painted across her perfect face as she pulled her own top off and grabbed me to pull me in close once again.
I woke the next morning a little out of it at first and didn’t know where I was as my eyes slowly opened… it was only when I took note of the arm wrapped around my midsection that I remembered what had happened. It hadn’t been a dream, I really had woken naked in Kath’s bed, and she was right behind me, holding me close as her slow breaths in and out caused a warm, comforting sensation on the nape of my neck. I tried to slowly shift my position in the bed without waking her… but it wasn’t to get out of it, I wanted to face her. I guess I’d moved too quickly or wasn’t careful enough though, because as I finally came to rest facing Kath, her eyes were open and she was smiling at me, even if she was clearly still half asleep.
Kathryn: Morning…
My face split into a smile almost instantly, as Kath nuzzled in a little closer to me and our legs tangled together, like puzzle pieces fitting into place next to one another.
Jordan: Hi… sorry if I woke you…
Kath shrugged, punctuating it with a smile that mirrored my own in every way.
Kathryn: Nothing to apologise for, sweetie… it’s totally worth it…
I went to speak, but she cut me off by leaning forward to kiss me on the end of the nose, and in that moment I realised that we didn’t need to say anything. Everything that may have needed saying was done so last night, speaking in actions rather than words. Words hadn’t worked until that point for either of us… but with that one kiss, and everything that came after, we said more than could ever need to be said. I pulled myself in closer to her, and let my arm wrap around her waist. It didn’t take long for us to both drift off again. But in that moment, everything felt as it should, it felt right. We could deal with the fallout or consequences later, the worries or concerns. None of that mattered until we left that room. And I wasn’t planning on going anywhere until she made me. I slept better than I had done in weeks. What did that say…
Promo
A camera flips on and a hand reaches in front to adjust it to show Jordan Majors. She’s recording herself with her phone, sitting in shorts and a tank top at what looks like a kitchen table. She smiles as she looks down into the camera.
What’s up world. Your girl Jordan Majors here. I know you’ve probably all been wondering where I’ve been since Taking Hold of the Flame. I take 7th and then I disappear from the ring? Well, nothing is wrong. Just solving some issues to ensure I get the match I want, and you all want, at Rise to Greatness. Me vs. Sienna. Now I can assure you I won’t be going away from your screams at any time. In fact, I’ll be back in the ring in front of the world on July 1. But for those of you in Little Rock, Arkansas, we’ll treat you to a match before the show goes on the air when I take on Damian Angel. It’s gonna be a fun one.
Jordan shifts in her seat and brushes hair over her ear.
But let’s get back to the story at hand here. A few weeks back I made my second appearance in the Taking Hold of the Flame match. I have to admit that when I drew number 2, I had to swallow hard. I had no doubt. But there is a part of that match that is luck. The people who are freshest at the end of the match are always going to have an advantage. I fought my ass off in that match There was no way in hell I was going to let anyone take me out easily. It ended up being Sienna, of course. And I guess there is some poetic justice there. I planted her back at Cold Blooded and she waited all this time to get her hands back on me. And when she saw her moment, she took it. We’ve both had opportunities to get in each other’s faces since then. Last week, Sasha made it clear to me… the match I want is going to happen. I think it’s the match Sienna wants, too. I’m ready, with every fiber of my being, to step up to Sienna’s level and take her down.
Jordan leans forward and crosses her arms, leaning them against the table. She looks off to the side for a moment and smiles.
I’ve carried a lot of hatred in my heart for Sienna. For me it really feels like she controls a whole segment of the locker room. With the snap of her fingers she could have directed them all to turn on me. Like a gang. But I didn’t want to wait for that to happen. I saw the writing on the wall. As soon as I realized I couldn’t stand for the things she was doing, I knew it would only end with the two of us at odds. I’ve had a few people ask me recently, was this all worth it? Heh…
Jordan looks at the table in front of her and then nods.
Absolutely. This was completely worth it. I was never going to ascend to the level I wanted to until I bought in on myself. I wasn’t content to be a follower. Whether those people are willing to admit it or not, they are not seen as equals to Sienna. Not in the public’s eyes, even. Imagine being the SCW Champion, but people are just saying “only until Sienna decides she wants the title.” That’s the world they all live in. Glory, Bree, Chris… they are more accessories than they are friends or loved ones. To me? That’s so sad. I mean, damn. When I was there I was less of an accessory and more of that piece of clothing you find when you’re cleaning out your closet that you forget was there all along. I needed to take back my career. I did this for me. Not for anyone else.
Jordan sighs and pushes back from the table and back into her chair.
I don’t need to rehash what it cost me. You all know by now. It took me a little while to recover. I mean… I’m still recovering. But I have to admit I’m happier now than I was before Taking Hold of the Flame. This has been a process for me. Splitting away from that group of people wasn’t an easy thing. There were a lot of emotions involved and a lot of collateral damage as a result. But I’m moving on and moving past it. I’ve taken a lot of my baggage and just set it ablaze and left it behind me. I’m better for it.
Jordan nods to herself and leans back forward, sitting up straight in the chair and resting her arms on the sides.
But I’ve been anxious to get back in the ring since The Flame. Maybe only Little Rock will see it, but facing Damian Angel is a fantastic test. There’s a bit of a buzz about me lately, but I’m not letting it get to my head. I know what the ultimate goal is here. Damian is talented, and fighting him will help me prepare to take on Sienna. When I think about Damian, though, I have to chuckle. We share an affinity for having unhealthy obsessions with Peyton Rice, I guess. Thankfully, I’ve gotten over mine. But while I was obsessed with getting an elusive win over Peyton, Damian was just obsessed with following her at every turn or something. He’s an interesting guy. I’m ready for him.
Jordan smirks as she looks into the camera.
I’m ready to take on Damian and let me make this clear. I’d fight anyone in a full arena, in a small gymnasium, in an empty bingo hall, or on the fucking moon. I’m just a fighter. The bigger the challenge the more pumped I get. I don’t need the bright lights or the camera lens to ensure that I come ready to compete. To me, Damian Angel is a legend in this business. I don’t know what it is, but lately I keep getting thrown in with some of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots. Every time I step between the middle and the top rope is another opportunity to prove once and for all that Jordan Majors is no pushover. She is here to kick ass. I’ll prove that to you all this week and every week after. And at Rise to Greatness, Sienna will find out she chose the wrong bitch to mess with.
Jordan leans forward and puts her arms back on the table as she looks into the camera.
I want to sum this up by sending a message to Damian. Maybe no one will see this match between us. To me, it doesn’t matter. A match against you is as big a deal to me as that match against David Helms was. I grew up watching so many of the people in this business make a name for themselves. And now I’m here trying to do the same. The only way for me to move forward in my career is to leave a path of legends behind me. The only way for me to do that is to show you exactly how money Jordan Majors really is. And maybe I’m not the same kind of person I was when I first started saying that a year ago. Maybe I’ve changed entirely. But one thing is for certain, Damian. I’m better now than I’ve ever been before in my career. On Wednesday I pick up where I left off at The Flame and I get my momentum rolling again. That, hunny, you can take to the bank.
Jordan winks to the camera and reaches forward as the video ends suddenly.
Everything You Wish You Could Be 