Breakdown 8/26/2020

The Morning After Rise to Greatness – Toronto

I didn’t have much time to reflect on Rise to Greatness. Maybe that was a good thing. Armed with a cup of Starbucks in my hand and sporting a black eye and stitches on my face, I arrived at the next location destiny was taking me. A television studio in Toronto. I’d had some second thoughts about making the trip here. A short chat with Kath last night had reassured me. But I knew the truth. I looked like shit. Sienna had taken me to hell and back the night before. Just like she said she would. And although she’d gone outside of the rules to win the match, I didn’t allow her to take the easy way out. She needed to smash a monitor on my face, gash me open, put me through a table, and hit me with her devil’s kiss time after time before she could walk away with a win. To tell the truth, I didn’t know I’d lost until I opened my eyes and the ringing in my ears subsided. It pissed me off to know it ended that way.

The idea that I’d be arriving with a fucked up face hadn’t dawned on me at all when the schedule was set. This was my first experience shooting anything. As I approached the security entrance to the shoot location, a large man in what might as well be a Halloween security officer costume stood outside with a clipboard. He looked me up and down as I walked up and shot me a permanent grimace. I could tell he doubted I belonged here. And he quickly reinforced that idea in my mind.

Guard: This is a close set, mam. And you don’t look like you’re even in any condition to be hassling me so don’t try for a damn minute.

Jordan: Alight man, chill. I’m actually a part of this show.

Guard: Name?

Jordan: Jordan Majors.

The guard looked down at his clipboard and then back at me a few times. He seemed to be studying something. As he dropped the clipboard slightly, I could see a roster of a few pictures next to names.

Guard: You’re here to shoot a television show? Looking like that? What the hell happened to you, girl?

Jordan: It’s a long story.

Guard: You look like you got your ass beat, not like you’re about to be in a TV show.

Jordan: What if I said it was domestic violence? I bet you’d feel like shit then!?

The guard furrowed his brow and bent down toward me. He must have been at least a foot taller than me.

Guard: What’s his name?

Of course, he immediately imagined I’m with a man. Maybe that’s my fault for going too far and bringing tragic violence that occurs all over the world into this.

Jordan: Si… Stienna.

The guard shook his head and opened the door.

Guard: Get the hell out of here, Ms. Majors. You don’t think I know who you are? It says right here on the clipboard you’re an MMA fighter. Go!

I chuckled at the thought of someone thinking I was some kind of cage fighter. Were cage fighters getting hit in the face with television monitors? I fucking think not. I walked inside the building and toward an empty waiting area. The door was open for me to go further, but I sat down not knowing exactly what to do. I tugged my phone out of my bag and saw a text from Cookie. She was supposed to meet me later that day in Toronto, but she had oddly mentioned she was going to sail here. I blinked a few times at what I saw. Cookie appeared to be in a dinghy and had sent the words “Headed to Tokyo” to me. I held the phone closer to my face and zoomed in to see what looked like Minneapolis in the background. I don’t think she was going to make it here any time soon. I sat there maybe 10 minutes before someone came walking down the hall.

Man: Jordan?

Jordan: Hmm?

The man reached for my hand with a smile and then looked at my face. I stood up and I reached out for his hand right as he dropped his hand down to his side. I looked up to see him standing there with his jaw dropped.

Man: Umm… can you follow me please…

He turned away from me and began walking down the hall ahead of me. I thought the whole thing was a little rude, but eventually he stopped and turned himself toward me and gestured to an open door. I walked through to see a meeting room full of people. One man sitting at the head of a table stood up as he looked at me. I didn’t recognize a single person in the room. The quiet as people stared at me started to make me feel extremely awkward.

Jordan: Hey, everyone. I’m Jordan Majors.

The man with the beard tossed a binder of papers on to the table and put his hands on his hips.

Grey: I’m Grey Waters. I’m the director of this show… can someone tell me why this woman is wearing that makeup?

The room was dead silent. I watched as the participants of this meeting looked at me and each other and then back at the man called Grey.

Jordan: Makeup?

Grey: Jordan, what is that on your face? Hmm?

Jordan: An occupational hazard.

Grey: Hold on… that’s fucking real? You had the gall to show up here on my set looking like that!? How am I supposed to shoot a show with one of the terrible casting decisions looking like this? The assholes who put this show together took one of the most important characters in this show and gave its voice to a sideshow act who spends her free time participating in some bastardized version of human cockfighting. You have wasted everyone’s time by showing up looking like this.Go home everyone. This meeting is over.

Jordan: Wait, hold on. I’m sorry everyone. I didn’t plan for any of this.

Grey smirked as he walked around the table on the opposite side of me and crossed his arms. I could just tell from his body language and the sound of his voice… this man was an asshole.

Grey: Oh, you’re sorry? You didn’t plan for any of this you say? How unprofessional can you be to walk on to my set looking like walking trailer trash. I read about you, Jordan. I don’t know if looking like this is acceptable in your business, or in Nebraska, but it’s not acceptable here.

Jordan: Hey!

Grey: Look around this room. These people are getting the biggest opportunities of their careers and they’re forced to buy-in to the idea that a professional wrestler is on their level. Look at you. You’re no Kennedy Street! You’re not even a god damned dollar store version of Kennedy Street.

I can say at that moment that my skin was boiling hot. At the same time, my heart was slowly sinking in my chest. Why had I signed up to be harassed? What the fuck was I even going to earn out of this. I didn’t even know what to do but cross my arms back at him and roll my eyes. Just dishing that attitude right back at him.

Grey: Oh.. that’s what they brought you in for huh? That attitude. With that hideous black eye on your subpar face I could barely even see both your eyes rolling.

Jordan: Ok, stop. This isn’t necessary.

Grey: This whole show isn’t necessary. But my career is such in the tank now that I’m being forced to direct a bunch of dipshits who haven’t achieved anything in their careers. Even this one, who gets paid to get her ass kicked and apparently she isn’t very good at that. Let me guess, by the way you look, you lost last night at the grand event that forced this entire team to push this back to today? Is that the case?

Jordan: Listen, sir…

Grey took his fist and slammed it down into the table. The people around him winced in reaction to the aggressive moment. The whole room was dead quiet as Grey paced back to the front of the table and picked up the binder he’d been holding when I walked in. He looked at me and tossed it my way. I put up an arm and blocked it from hitting me in the face.

Grey: Go back home and study this script. If they decide you’re really necessary for this show, we’ll call you back in here. But as of right now? I think we’ll be going another way.

I stood there looking at him and I was pissed. I had just uprooted my life to move my things to Toronto and before we could even get through Day 1 I was being harassed by this piece of shit who was now threatening to fire me? All because of what happened in my first job? I reached down and picked up the binder and looked at the room. None of them were looking at me, almost like they were in fear of Grey.

Jordan: I’m sorry to all of you for the disruptions I caused. I’m sorry that I’m new to this and just walking in while most of you have been working at this for years. Believe me when I say I know how that feels.

Grey: Out! Get, out!

Jordan: But to you, director. Fuck you!

I reared back with my right hand and chucked the binder in Grey’s direction. I was aiming to throw it at the wall above him. To go out with a bang. But the binder went end over end in a near perfect spiral. I could see the fear in his eyes as he raised his arms to block but it struck him straight in the face. Nose first. He leaned back and then slipped off of his chair and to the ground. Many in the room turned and ran to his aid as I disappeared from view of the doorway. I started back down the hallway when a commotion behind me revealed Grey stepping back into the hallway.

Grey: You’re done, you bitch!

His face was red. Almost comically so. But it wasn’t from his overt anger. It was all originating in the middle where the binder has struck him. I smiled and it must have driven him mad. He stomped down the hallway toward me, but I turned to face him face to face. He was short, not much taller than me. Once he was a few feet away from me and he had the moment to size me up, I noticed that he backed up and then he screamed past me.

Grey: Security!

Jordan: Oh, you’re so strong Grey. So strong.

Grey: You think you’re funny, but you are finished as far as this show is concerned.

I felt my arm suddenly grabbed by a man behind me and turned to see the security guard from the front. This was not my day. He started to tug me away, but I pulled my arm away and looked at Grey, pointing a finger at him.

Jordan: That’s fine. Because I’d rather get my face mangled by Sienna every night then work one day with a misogynistic piece of shit like you. If you are the director of this show I feel sorry for everyone else who is counting on you to deliver anything more than a steaming pile of shit. That;s all you are and it’s all you’re capable of making.

Grey: You will regret talking to me that way. You’ll regret throwing that binder at me.

Jordan: Whatever, you little bitch.

Grey: You’re finished. You’ll never be the next Kennedy.

I turned as the guard was escorting me out and bit back.

Jordan: Good! I don’t want to be the next anyone. Just me!

The guard tugged me hard one last time and then gave me a shove from behind as we reached the lobby.

Guard: What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You trying to get your ass beat by another man?

Jordan: Please… I coulda taken that guy. He was skinny and weak. My best friend could have crushed him just with her tits alone. She could crush you, too!

Guard: Watch it! You watch it. Get the hell out of here.

He pointed and I followed his order, walking out the front door with a triumphant push and heading for my rental. I pulled my phone out and called Kath. She answered the call, sleepily, and asked what was going on. I looked back at the studio and smiled as I opened the door.

Jordan: I’m coming home, babe. No, for good… I’ll tell you later…

I tossed my phone into the passenger seat of my rental when I got in and sat down. I was pissed. This was the kind of moment I wished I had a Vihaan to drive me crazy back to the airport so I could fly back home. Or a Cookie to listen to me complain and then offer me those crazy words of advice that would change everything around for the better. I felt stupid for taking on this show and signing myself up for this kind of abuse. For now, I was ready to just get home and put all of this shit behind me.

A Few Days Later

Kath is a genius. The moment she and I got off the phone and I was flying home, she made a call and booked us a trip. On a total whim. Half my clothes were still in Toronto by the time we needed to leave so I had to buy some new things. Her stuff, yeah, it wouldn’t fit me. I couldn’t imagine wearing her bra. Wearing her bikini would be obscene. So we departed for one of those all-inclusive resort places in the Bahamas. It was nice. Upscale, even. To see Kath sitting around in a bikini all day wasn’t exactly new, but there were no distractions from work. Just from the occasional room service or the need to walk to get something to eat or drink. On our second day there I sat watching the sky in the east grow dark as Kath approached and sat down on the end of my chair, and placed her hand on my calf.

I smiled and stared at her through my sunglasses. She had that look on her face like she wanted to say something. The need to start a conversation without knowing exactly how to do it. I titled my head and pulled the glasses down to my nose, looking over the top. Kath smiled back and then looked down. I imagined my still black eye was visible with the glasses down. The stitches on my head could always be seen.

Jordan: What is it, boo?

Kathryn: I was just wondering… what’s next for you?

I let out a deep sigh and dropped my head back to the chair.

Jordan: Come on, babe. This is vacation. I don’t want to think about that stuff.

Kath laughed softly and ran her hand along my smooth leg.

Kathryn: I think this is the perfect place to think about it. There’s no pressure. You can relax and think about it. Just you and me. So… what do you think? Right when I ask it, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?

I reached up to my face and pulled my sunglasses off and sat them in my lap as I looked at her.

Jordan: I think… I mean I’ll go back and keep fighting.

Kathryn: For what?

Jordan: What do you mean?

Kathryn: What are you fighting for?

Jordan: I… well…

The question caught me completely off guard. The months-long battle with Sienna felt like it was over. I’m not sure what I’d proven. That I could fight until my last breath, I guess? But what did I stand for now?

Jordan: I’m not really sure how to answer that.

Kathryn: I know why I’m fighting still. I got back into the business because I love it and being around you reignited the fire inside of me to compete again. I just wonder, what’s driving you? I know it was the stuff with Sienna and Bree and all of that. But now, you have to have something else to fight for.

Jordan: I guess I’m fighting for me.

Kathryn: Isn’t that what you always say?

Jordan: Well who else am I supposed to fight for if it’s not for me? I don’t have any big issues with anyone. I’m not trying to be a hero to the masses. I’m just doing what I think is right and that’s all for me.

Kath smiles and taps my leg. She stands up and moves to the chair next to me, dragging it closer before laying down right beside me. She looks out at the night sky over the water.

Kathryn: You always sort of fall back on that, you know? You always say now you’re doing it for you or whatever. But now you need to really figure out what your next move is. It’s like with this TV show thing. When it fell apart you didn’t even hesitate to tell that director what you thought. I don’t want to see you hesitating here, either. But I can tell you’re still trying to figure that out.

Jordan: I mean, can I at least have time to heal from this last beating before I think about that?

Kath laughs at me and shakes her head.

Kathryn: Are you ever given that opportunity when there’s not a break? I think not. You’re just lucky that you didn’t have to make a Breakdown the week after getting smashed with a monitor.

I waved my arm at her and shook my head.

Jordan: Is there a point to all of this?

Kathryn: Sometimes it’s fun to just try to get inside your head and figure you out. I mean, you went how long avoiding telling me how you were feeling about me? You went how long trying to stay in the middle between your brother and his enemies who you somehow thought were your friends?

I sat up in my chair and looked over at her.

Jordan: What is this, shit all over Jordan’s past day? This is supposed to be a vacation!

Kathryn: I’m sorry. I’m not trying to “shit” on you or anything. I’m just… I would challenge you now to start thinking about what you want in your career. Be decisive. Be confident. I will support you unless you tell me you’re going to try to purposefully hurt David or Regan or something. But being where you are right now in your career, I think you have an opportunity to really show people who you are.

Jordan: Ok, coach Kathryn…

Kath turned in her chair and punched me in the arm. There was a thing between us that often got a reaction from her. That was me making any kind of joke that pointed out our age difference or that made it seem like she was in a position of power above me. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at her. She was just such an image of perfection. I could think of a few people in my life I’d clicked this well with. And maybe with Kath it was the best yet. I got up from my chair and pushed myself into hers, moving her out of the way without a single complaint from her. I laid my chin against her chest, the top of my head touching her chin. I sighed happily despite the very real conversation we’d been having. I leaned my head down and kissed her bare chest and let the silence hang between us before breaking it with my own intrusive thoughts.

Jordan: Did I fuck this up?

Kathryn: What do you mean, Ky?

Jordan: I feel like I had these huge opportunities ahead of me. And in less than 24 hours they all went up in smoke. I could have been seen as a true contender in SCW. I could have launched a career in acting. I lit the match on one a long time ago and the flames just finally burned me. Then to top it all off, this potential acting career becomes the collateral damage of that other decision.

Kathryn: You can’t think like that.

Jordan: Why not?

Kathryn: You just can’t, babe. We can’t live our lives second guessing every decision from our past after we reach the present and see the ramifications of it. Maybe you got your ass kicked by Sienna, but maybe you also proved a point and everyone sees it but you. No one else on that roster would have still been standing after what she put you through leading up to the end. It’s just how it goes sometimes. No one is undefeated. The goal is to win, yes, but you achieved so much. Sometimes you need to take a moment and think about how far you’ve come. Don’t over analyze every little thing that happened along the way. Because if it wasn’t for some of that bad, who knows if this would be a thing.

I looked up and smiled at Kath knowing exactly what she was saying. Some of that had to happen for the two of us to get close like we did. I honestly wouldn’t trade back any of that back for some of that bad to be scrubbed away. What happened at Rise to Greatness was a choice. One that I made in the moment long ago, and then one that happened in the moment in the match. I refused to let her take the easy way out despite knowing how much it had already taken out of me. I made her beat me. Beat me until I couldn’t get up. I didn’t even remember the final kiss. I just remember the lights shining down on me from above.

Kathryn: And as for the TV show thing, Karen will probably be calling you with some other crazy show soon.

Jordan: Just nothing pornish. I already told her that. We already had an issue where someone thought I was her agent and called me about booking her for another movie.

Kath laughed and then rubbed her hand through my hair.

Kathryn: Hold on a minute, another movie?

Jordan: Oh shit… you don’t think…

Kathryn: Well, have you seen her?

Jordan: We’re getting off track here. I’ll have Cookie look into it if she ever finds her way across the lake. The point is, that was a pretty shitty two days and I’m just hoping to recover. The TV show seemed like a really cool thing. Like… maybe I could have gained more of a following or something. But I guess it was all for nothing. I ended up meeting a shithead director who has it in for women with facial injuries.

I could feel Kath shrug underneath me and then giggle.

Kathryn: Ok, but Kylie… have you looked in the mirror? There was no way they could shove you in front of a camera looking like that.

Jordan: Don’t those shows employ hot shot makeup artists that can fix anything?

Kathryn: How were they going to fix this?

I felt Kath’s finger run right along the mark on the side of my head where the few stitches sat. She was right. There was no way they were going to cover that. I thought about making a joke about a battle scene, but I gave up on it all together.

Jordan: Yeah, yeah… I guess we’ll see what happens.

Kath leaned down and kissed my head.

Jordan: I hope I ruined that bitch’s gear with my blood. Just bled all over it so much that she won’t be able to get it out.

Kathryn: Honestly, I’m sure she’ll have that framed blood and all. She is literally crazy.

Jordan: Don’t rain on my parade here, boo!

Kathryn: Sorry…

I turned myself and looked up at her and smiled.

Jordan: Thanks for making me come here though.

Kathryn: Making you? Hmm…

Jordan: You know what I’m saying, damnit. I needed this. Fuck Sienna and fuck that show.

Kathryn: No thanks on the first, I’m taken. And oh well on the second one.

Jordan: She’s too skinny for me. Bony ass knees. I can tell you that from experience. I’m glad I’m here with you. But… I’d really like it if we went inside and…

Kath laughed as I grabbed her hand.

Kathryn: Ah, you want me to kick your ass now?

I swatted at her butt and made her jump as she ran ahead of me and into our room. I turned and took one last look at the night sky, the stars shining over the ocean. Yeah, maybe everything was going to be just fine.

August 20, 2020

Life got back to normal after our trip to the Bahamas. We settled into routine as the black eye faded and the cuts healed. I spent a lot of time working out with members of the greater extended Helms family. Kath and I grew closer and closer and being at home during the time off gave me a chance to get even closer to Jay. At times I joked with Kath that he was trying to steal my time with her away so that we could play video games or hop in the ocean and run on the beach. I never really saw myself as a mom type, but there was no doubt he was my little friend. I loved the time I got with the little guy. All the nerves I had about him in the past had faded. In so many ways, this time off had come at the right time. I was cooking up my specialty for lunch for the three of us on a random Thursday – Kraft Macaroni and Cheese – when my phone started ringing. I grabbed a spoon to stir the noodles in the water and turned my phone on speaker.

Jordan: Hello?

Karen: Jordan, sweetie, it’s Karen.

Jordan: Uh, huh. Can I help you?

Karen: Maybe you can. I’m calling you because I have some very interesting news about the show Grimm.

I stopped stirring and looked down at the phone. I looked over my shoulder and saw Kath and Jay outside on the patio and then turned back to my phone.

Jordan: Ok, what about it? I thought I’d been fired?

Karen: Ha, well about that… got a call this morning from the production team there and they want you back.

I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, grabbing the spoon and stirring once more.

Jordan: I don’t know if that’s going to work for me, Karen. I mean that director was a total dick. I’ve got to start worrying about getting back to the ring and I just got comfortable with the idea of not living in Toronto. Like, at all. I love spending time with Kath here. I’m not going through that shit again. It was like punishment.

Karen: Well… you’re going to like what I have to say then.

Jordan: Uh, huh…

I lifted the pot off the burner and walked it to the nearby sink to drain it, looking over my phone.

Karen: The director is out. They fired him. The whole cast and crew was ready to walk out. Apparently this all happened right after your encounter with him. They saw you walk out and even without knowing a thing about you, just seeing the atmosphere was going to kill it. But these show runners, they have passion for this project.

I shook my head as I sprinkled the cheese into the mac n’ cheese and then added milk and butter. I began to stir right as a reply came to mind.

Jordan: Still, Karen. I’m not willing to move to another city for this. I’ve just started to get used to the idea that this isn’t going to happen. I moved on from this. So, I know what I’m letting go here, but I need to focus on my career in front of me.

Karen: What if I told you that they want to move the whole show to Los Angeles?

I stopped stirring again and let out a soft laugh.

Jordan: Karen, what?

Karen: They called me this morning with a lot of related news. They abandoned the previous project ideas. They were looking at pushing for the show to run on The CW. But now they hooked up with a different company all together. So now the show is being run by executives from Netflix. They want 10 episodes and they want it filmed here in LA. Same cast. They love the cast. They hated the director and have hired someone else already. She wants to meet you soon and discuss her vision for your character in this show. Everything is changing with this right before our eyes. The only thing they need from you is that you’re still in. So, are you in?

I stood there staring down at cooling macaroni and felt myself almost shaking. I had truly moved past all of this stuff.

Jordan: I… heh. Karen are you messing with me because this is like a dream scenario. This stuff just fixes itself and gets better?

Karen: The idea originally was for Netflix to run this, but something fell through. Honestly, it might have been the director they hired. Once that domino fell, it seems like everything fell into place for this thing. I think you’d be stupid not to take this show. I know it means some extra work on top of everything else with wrestling.

Jordan: I’ll take it.

I smiled and then almost jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. Kath whispered in my ear.

Kathryn: What is it?

Karen: Well, fantastic then. I will call the team from Grimm and let them know they have their Red Riding Hood. They’re going to be thrilled. You were literally the last one they were waiting on because they thought you were for sure done. And I will contact the director of the show and coordinate some sort of a meeting so you two can sit down and talk about this. I don’t know much about her, but I think this will be a better fit overall. I’ll get back to you if I hear anything else. See ya girl!

Karen hung up and I stood there smiling and shocked. I turned to see Kath looking at me with the most confused look.

Kathryn: Did I just hear right that you’ve been cast as Red Riding Hood again? How the hell are people coming to the conclusion that you should play that role?

Jordan: Kind of… they fired the director and now they want me back… and…

I started to laugh and Kath smiled and tilted her head.

Kathryn: That’s incredible. What else?

Jordan: Apparently the show is going to be on Netflix which is fucking amazing. You’ll be able to stream my face right there in the living room. This is… I’ve got to call Cookie!

Kath reached out and grabbed me and stopped me from reaching for my phone. She was laughing.

Kathryn: Babe. I’m happy and proud of you. I’m just a little bummed you’re going to move away now. I’ve really enjoyed our time here and –

Jordan: Actually, the show is moving here!

Kathryn: Well, fuck me. Really!? Ok then. Forget everything I said! Congrats, sweetie!

Kath wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze, lifting me off the ground. She spun me around a bit and sat me back down and planted a kiss on my lips before we both turned to see Jay staring at us with an extremely confused look. I guess it was time for us to have a bit of a conversation with him soon. This is probably a little unconventional for him. In the meantime, though, I was very excited at the notion of this show falling into my lap this way. It corrected itself right before my eyes. Just when I thought things had gone to shit a few weeks ago, I was reminded that sometimes things can fix themselves.

The past year has been full of ups and downs for me. After my first Rise to Greatness I was faced with a breakup. It made way for a new relationship and what I thought was a budding friendship with one of the best wrestlers on this planet. But it soon became clear to me that it was all just a mirage. I started 2020 working to fight for myself as well as I can. I got on a roll. Then some of the failure started to sink in and take over. But despite losses here and there, I felt like I still achieved so much. My peers selected me as the Star of Tomorrow before 2020 started, and I had done everything possible to prove them right. I felt like I was a star now.

Promo

The camera shot opens to a shot of Jordan Majors walking on a beach. The sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the sand can be heard in the background. Jordan is wearing a bikini top and shorts as she films herself. She gives the camera a smile and a wave as she continues to move.

Hey everyone. It has been a minute, hasn’t it? I want to take just a few seconds to say thank you to everyone who followed me on that journey up to Rise to Greatness. It was a real treat to have so much support from so many fans. Just knowing you all had my back was incredible. It kept me from feeling alone in a fight against one of the darkest chapters of my life. As you can see, I’m not dead. Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated… or however that old saying goes. I’m just walking home from a day on the beach and it really got me thinking about what’s coming next for me. And what this is… I don’t know. But I can just say that nothing that has happened in the last month or so has been enough to make me want to quit or give up on this. The same fight that you saw from me in that match is what you see from me every night. It doesn’t matter if I’m bleeding profusely or standing on one leg, you can count on that level of fight from me going forward. That’s my promise to all of you. I will reward you for the belief you placed in me. And if you can remain patient, that love and admiration for my ability in the ring will be rewarded even more.

Jordan pauses for a moment as she reaches a patio area and then pulls on a door and walks inside of a home. She sits down on a couch and lays back, holding the camera up to show her face.

Everything is healed up. You might not know it now, but after my fight I had to get some stitches. I had a hell of a black eye. It actually complicated some projects for me. No worries though, I’m good to go now. I want to take a moment and address that match a little more. All props to Sienna on a hell of a win. It sucked to lose that after all the build up, but she is a championship caliber fighter and she was on her game that night. Not to mention she was also a little bit crazy. So it was like turning her up to 11. There was a point in the match where I could tell I had gotten to her. She hit me with a monitor and it actually got me pretty good. I was bleeding all over. It took a few minutes to get that under control. You might have seen me out there after my buddy David Helms won that SCW title. I left there and headed to the local medical facility to get stitched up and checked up. They were worried about a concussion, but I was all good.

Jordan turns and shows the spot on her head where she had the stitches.

You actually can’t even really tell anymore. It’s not the first time I was busted open and it probably won’t be the last. But the thing is, I don’t want my loss in that match to be something that defines me. I want my fight in that contest to be what people remember about it. I went back and watched it – I rarely do that – and I saw me standing there on spaghetti legs, stumbling around before she hit me with that one last kiss. Even in a losing effort, it was cathartic. I got a lot of rage I had for Sienna out. I poured every bit of my soul into that match, but it won’t deter me from getting right back up and taking the fight to whoever comes at me next. I see now what my weaknesses are in the ring and what I really need to work on. Everyone knows I’m a striker. It’s time to add more technical to my game. I plan to do that once I get a new gym established to work out at. More on that another time.

Jordan winks to the camera and then pushes herself up to a seated position.

I know the next thing you’re all wondering is, ok where is Cookie and what happened to the show you promised us? It’s coming. Cookie did a little sailing after Rise to Greatness and she did some sort of soul searching or something… I don’t know. But that’s my best friend and we have plans that are going to shock everyone. We can’t wait to show the world what we have in store. Anyway, I’ve held on long enough. On to Tommy…

Jordan leans forward and lets out a long sigh. She pushes a few strands of hair behind her left ear and then continues.

A lot of my experience with Tommy comes from back in my tag team days alongside Jake. We had a few battles against him and Kandis. I specifically remember being horrified at the idea that Kandis might fall off a ladder and crush me with her giant ass. A lot of what I’ve come to learn about Tommy is because of the people who have sort of become my family. It has been joked that I’ve become an honorary Helms, but the thing is these are great people who care about me and Tommy Valentine is a man who sought to take advantage of them and reap the benefits. I haven’t been around this long, but long enough to see the hard work David had poured into his school and the assets. Yes, he and Tommy were friends that built some of it together. But I saw how Tommy wanted to use these things against David and it disgusted me. I have a lot of money and the thing I’ve learned since I acquired it is how badly it can twist people. And that hasn’t worked out too well for Tommy. David sold his shares and I think everyone would agree he did well. David is SCW champ. Regan is tag team champ. Tommy gets a match with me on the first Breakdown back from this break.

Jordan smirks and nods her head.

It’s not exactly a great turn of events, is it Tommy? I’ve watched you for years, just like I have so many of the people who are mainstays in this company. The things I’ve seen you done since I joined this company can be described in two words: impressive and pitiful. It is impressive that you took your girlfriend or whatever she is, and won yourself the tag titles a few times. The rivalries along the way have been great. But everything else you’ve done has been pitiful. It’s all been some half-assed, low-rate attempt to look like a badass when real monsters are walking around this company. You just come across like a cheap imitation of them. No, instead you’re just a punk that seeks to take advantage of people while looking tough. I bet you felt like a real tough guy when you busted Dave’s lip. Yeah, I heard about it. But that’s all you got on him in the end. That’s it.

Jordan stands and starts walking about the house as she continues.

And in the ring with me, it’s not going to be much different. Because you can get your verbal barbs in and hit me with your physical jabs, but in the end you will gain nothing over me and I will walk away the victorious one. How does it feel to have the entire Helms family living rent free in your head? How does it feel to watch them all succeed at your expense? They consider me practically part of the family. Why don’t we just triple down and see how you’re doing after I beat you, too? Will you have much dignity left after that? At least you can still go home to wrestling’s biggest ass… or wait, is it Kandis that comes home to wrestling’s biggest ass? I guess you two really are made for each other in that respect.

Jordan lets out a snicker as she sits up on a kitchen counter, Kathryn passes by in the background and looks over with a smile before she hurries out of the frame.

A lesser fighter would see this match on the card coming off a loss and they would hang their heads or roll their eyes in frustration. This match will reinvigorate me and it will remind everyone exactly what they were seeing from me when the new year started. Maybe I made a misstep along the way, but I still came out of it looking pretty good. I heard a lot of people talking about the fight that Jordan Majors showed at Rise to Greatness. All I heard from your match? How amazing Regan is. God, it must kill you to know that you came away from the biggest event of the year with not even a scrap. But me? I’m ready to go toe-to-toe with another legend of this company and put them on their back. You could ask Dave about that. Before he went on this run, I was the one that beat him. But he’s probably too busy planning the next way he changes the wrestling world while you’re busy… hanging out at home and staring at Kandis? I don’t know.

Jordan shrugs in an animated way and just beams with a smile.

To the rest of the world, don’t count me out. I’m not going to let a loss knock me out of my spot. I’m a different breed than a lot of the people around here. You’ll all realize that soon enough. For Tommy Valentine, get ready to take another big L on Wednesday. I know you probably have plenty of money coming to you in the sale of all your combined assets, but at this point it’s really all you have. I have confidence. I have desire. And I will defeat you. You can take that to the bank with the rest of your newfound money, you chump. Because Jordan Majors is money. Bye!

Jordan smirks and gives the camera a wink and blows a kiss before ending the video.