Breakdown 4/8/2021

March 17, 2021 – Downtown Los Angeles

I threw a few more punches into one of the heavy bags at the brightly lit Living Dangerously Dojo as the fast paced sound of music filled my ears. Each punch was filled with more and more intensity as I wore out the bag with each shot. I could feel the intensity burning within me as I let out one final haymaker and fell forward into the bag. I barely kept my footing enough to stay standing as I leaned an arm against the bag and then leaned my head against it. I pulled down the hood of my sweatshirt as I sighed from the workout that left me drenched in sweat. I turned away from the bag and accidentally caught the gaze of David Helms from across the gym. He started making his way toward me with a certain look of determination in his eyes. I turned quickly like I didn’t see him and went to gather my stuff as if I could even remotely escape. Ear buds still in my ear, I felt the hand grab my shoulder as I began to flee and I stopped and let out a sigh. I pulled an ear bud into my hand.

David: Hey there Hollywood. Don’t act like you didn’t see me coming.

I turned to look at him, frustrated as we met eye to eye again. He read the look on my face immediately and shot back a quizzical reaction. His brow was raised as I shot my shot.

Jordan: Listen, I don’t know what you came over to say to me, but I know your girl Datura won that precious match so what is there to say?

David: Woah…

Dave raised his brow even higher, if that was possible.

Jordan: You think I didn’t hear that you talked to her? Everyone talks these days.

David: Well, first off, I didn’t know we were exclusive, doll. And second, yeah she sought me out. Who cares? Everyone had an equal shot. That’s why I made the match. It didn’t favor anyone.

Jordan: It just eats at me, you know? That I was standing there about to make my fucking destiny and instead I just ate shit. And after what Ace said… I just…

I shook my head and looked down with my hands on my hips. My eyes closed tightly as the sigh struggled to escape my lungs.

David: Don’t tell me you’re doing the whole ‘you can only be my friend’ bit AND letting someone’s promo get to you. You’re slipping, Jordan. And I told you that you were before that match. I knew you were slipping months ago, but you just brushed it off. The truth is, you and Liz aren’t even all that different. You both fight your hearts out and sometimes you come up short. This time, she had her moment. You’ll have yours. You can’t just adopt this defeatist mentality because of a bad stretch. It will turn itself around if you keep putting in the work. Don’t lose your determination. Stick to it.

Jordan: How many times will I have to hear that. I know I work as hard as anyone else in that company. So what is it? Am I not talented enough? Am I just a natural loser?

Dave smiled at me and it made me want to slap him. It was his way of reacting to my attitude, but it didn’t make me appreciate it any less than I already did. I took a few steps to my side and leaned my shoulder up against the wall. The silence between us was palpable.

David: Just don’t stop working. I don’t have any great advice to give you that will solve all the world’s problems. I just know SCW would be a little less exciting without talented people like you and Liz. So don’t give up. I’ve lost more matches than I’ve won since I returned. I haven’t even won a match on a pay per view yet. You see me giving up? No, instead I’ve remembered who David Helms is again.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. It was advice, but it was general for the most part. Empty in some ways. I shook my head and reached down to my hand to remove some tape.

David: That wasn’t even really what I wanted to talk with you about. But maybe now isn’t the right time. I can wait until the next time you come by.

Dave turned away from me and I wanted to let him walk off and leave me be. But his words clawed at my mind like an animal in a cage just begging to be let free.

Jordan: Dave, what is it?

David: You sure?

Jordan: Yeah…

David: Well, back when I was looking at a new space for a gym and getting away from Tommy and the bullshit… we came right here in this very location. You told me you were willing to help me make this a dream come true. I didn’t need your help for that, but I never forgot that.

Jordan: Ok, so what’s going on then?

David: You’ve seen all the stuff with Peyton.

Jordan: I’ve been waiting for this…

David: Wait a minute. Are you going to stand there and tell me that you don’t care what these craven assholes are doing? This Minerva? Peyton is your friend.

Jordan: Is she, Dave? Name one thing Peyton Rice ever did for me! I’ll wait. I’m dying to know what reason I have to help her. But I can tell you this, she is not my friend.

David: Come on, Jordan. The whole world practically knows you gave her money. You tried to help her out when she was at a low point.

Jordan: Yeah, well… what good did that do me?

David: This isn’t about scoring points. It’s about basic human decency. It’s about doing the right thing. You’re telling me you don’t care about any of that?

I looked down and let out a sigh. I turned to lean my back against the wall and then looked up.

Jordan: You’re really trying to tug at my heart strings for Peyton Rice of all people.

David: Look, if it’s not her then who else? Do you think people like her and whoever else is working with her are going to stop at Peyton?

Jordan: What do you want me to do about it?

David: I just want to know that if someone comes after me…

Jordan: Are you feeling this way because of Tommy and Kandis?

David: Let’s just say the thought had crossed my mind.

Jordan: Well, if it comes to that… fuck why am I even about to agree to this…

David smiled and let out a soft, breathy laugh.

Jordan: If it comes to it you can count on me. But please, don’t make me regret this.

David: It’s just in case. With Regan still nursing her wounds and working on getting better, all I have to help me is Jason. I figured, why not ask a friend.

It was a simple request from someone who had become somewhat of a mentor to me. Even if he felt like a dirty, rotten traitor for speaking with Datura before the scaffold match. I didn’t want to see anyone get beaten down by Minerva and her goons. I just didn’t realize it wouldn’t be the last time I’d be put in a position to protect someone in the coming weeks. And I didn’t know what it would get me involved with.

Jordan: Ok, sure. Friends.

David: Great. I doubt we even have to worry about it. You know me. I can take care of myself. But like I said, just in case.

Jordan: Yeah, yeah…

Dave stepped like he was leaving and then stopped, turning back to me with a finger in the air.

David: Oh, one more thing. Back at Ante Up you told me you’d be interested in a little bit of teaching. You still up for it?

Jordan: I mean, sure? I guess?

David: Great, that’s the enthusiasm I was looking for.

I smiled and let out a soft bit of laughter.

David: One of the things that helps me stay grounded is teaching. Seeing these athletes putting their all into training with the hope to get their moment someday… it reminds me what I’m doing this for. So I just thought, maybe you could help yourself while also helping someone else prepare for the future. Maybe impart some of that wisdom of yours on the next generation of stars.

Jordan: Yeah, uhh, wisdom…

I grabbed the back of my head and let out a sigh.

David: I have just the person in mind, too. Let me chat with her and make sure she’s fine with learning from you. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled.

Dave winked and gave me a pat on my shoulder as he stepped away and started walking toward the other end of the gym. I freed my hand from the last bit of training tape and looked at the heavy bag one more time before gathering my stuff and leaving. Nothing about my conversation with Dave had left me feeling any better about where I was in my career. It just filled my mind with more questions that I didn’t feel any closer to answering.

March 20, 2021 – Las Vegas

It was still dark when Cookie shook me awake. She was low on details, but something was wrong with Daddy. She called Vihaan and he raced over in his Escalade to swoop us over to the brothel outside of Las Vegas. Cookie was frantic throughout the 4 hour drive, calling and not getting much of an answer if any from the girls who worked the ranch. As soon as we arrived, Cookie opened the door and hopped out before Vihaan could put it in park. I leapt out behind her and raced to keep pace just behind her. We burst in through the doors and out of the early morning light to see a room full of people gathered just outside of his closed room, crying. I grabbed on to Cookie from behind and held her, preparing for the worst. Bunny walked over to us and reached down and grabbed Cookie’s hands.

Bunny: Oh, hunny… I’m so sorry.

Cookie: Sorry for what? What happened?

Bunny: Your daddy, well… Horny is with the angels now.

Cookie: WHAT!? Who is Da Angelz? When did Daddy join a rap group?

Jordan: Shit, Ethel… think…

I looked at Bunny and she nodded to me as she wiped away tears. I moved around and got in front of Cookie and held her forearms as I looked into her eyes.

Jordan: Ethel, what they’re trying to say is… Daddy passed away.

Cookie: Away to where? He already left Las Vegas? I thought they said he wasn’t feeling good. Where did he go!?

Bunny: Hunny, your daddy is dead.

The bluntness hung in the air. Cookie looked at me and then I felt dead weight as she tried to collapse in my grasp. I went to the floor with her slowly as she wept loudly. I’d never even heard Cookie cry. I wasn’t prepared for this kind of moment with my best friend. Bunny knelt down beside me as I held Cookie tightly and spoke to us quietly.

Bunny: Would she like to see him before we call to have them come pick him up?

Cookie: Yes! And I want Kylie to come with me. Please, I need to see him.

Bunny cleared the crowd as I helped Cookie to her feet and we walked to the room. She let us in and closed the door behind us. It was quiet as we walked in. Unusual since I’d heard Hornelius snoring like a freight train first hand. I guessed it was true. The man had really died. As we stood there and looked down over him, laying on his side with his back turned to us, it felt sort of like looking at a dead deity. The man had become an icon of my life. I heard stories about this man that defied logic. He’d overcome the odds to get to this point and raised a terrific daughter. This was a tragedy that even Greek mythology couldn’t do justice. Cookie tried to compose herself as she quietly cried against my shoulder.

Cookie: He’s gone, Kylie. I… I can’t believe he’s gone…

Jordan: Boo, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. This is just… I can’t believe any of this.

Cookie: I want to see him…

Without a word, I held Cookie close and walked toward her dad. I’d never been this close to a deceased person outside of a funeral. It was eerie. Cookie reached down and touched him. There was a sudden low hissing noise that changed to a squeak, and then a load roar that was clearly the sound of someone passing gas. I looked at Cookie and she looked at me in an accusatory manner. Then there was a low grumble and we turned to look down.

Hornelius: Cookie? Jordan? What are you two doing here?

Cookie: Zombie!? WAIT!? OH MY GOD!!

Cookie leapt on top of Daddy and hugged him as he looked at me with a puzzled expression. My mouth still hadn’t closed from pure confusion.

Hornelius: Hello baby, what are you two doing here!?

Jordan: Daddy… they said you were dead?

Hornelius: Dead, what?

Cookie: I thought you were gone. I thought… oh my god!

Hornelius: Well, I’m not dead. I was just sleeping.

Jordan: When we walked in, and you weren’t even snoring… we thought the worst.

Hornelius laughed and smiled. Cookie was still clearing the tears from her eyes as she now stood in shock and forced a laugh.

Hornelius: I didn’t snore? Terrific! I bought this new item off the Home Shopping Network. You just…

Daddy reached in his mouth and pulled out an object that he had in his mouth and held it up.

Hornelis: Put this little thing on the roof of your mouth and you sleep like a lamb. Why did everyone think I was dead?

Cookie: Snoring is your signature, Daddy.

Hornelius: I have a signature sleep? Wow!

I wasn’t sure what to add to this conversation as Cookie and her dad looked at each other. I didn’t have that kind of relationship with my mother. I didn’t know my father. I tried to imagine what it would be like. If mine passed, I would be sad. But we didn’t have the kind of connection I saw between these two. And it was sad. In a small way, it crushed me at my very soul. I watched as they interacted quietly amongst themselves and smiled. At least Cookie had what I never would.

Jordan: Hey, I’ll go let everyone know you’re still alive. It’s going to be weird…

Hornelius: Actually, do we need to let them know that?

Jordan: I’m sorry?

Hornelius: What if we just, you know, let them think I was dead for a bit longer?

Jordan: Why the heck would we do that?

Daddy looked at Cookie for a moment and he paused before looking back at me.

Hornelius: Here’s the thing… I don’t have a lot of money and Bunny is charging me to live here.

Jordan: What do you mean you don’t have money!?

Hornelius: You want to keep it down? They might hear you!

Cookie: What happened to the money I gave you?

Hornelius: Pumpkin… the girls here… they require certain luxuries to maintain their lifestyles.

Jordan: Why aren’t they paying for those things themselves?

Cookie: Kylie, let me handle this… why aren’t they paying for those things themselves!?

Hornelius: Who the hell is Kylie? I thought this one was Jordan? She looks like Jordan…

Cookie: She is Jordan.

Daddy leaned toward me and flared his nostrils.

Hornelius: She smells like Jordan…

Jordan: Uh, what?

Cookie: Oh, everyone knows your scent!

Jordan: I’m a little disturbed by that…

Cookie: Daddy, why?

Hornelius: Well, personally, I think she smells really good.

Cookie: No, the girls!

Hornelius: Have you smelled them? They smell even better!

Cookie: The money!

Hornelius suddenly looked frustrated and scoffed. He shook his head and sighed.

Hornelius: It was my money. Why can’t I spend it on the fabulous ladies here. They’re even better than Eva!

Jordan: Who isn’t…

Daddy and Cookie both shot me a look and I innocently put my hands up.

Cookie: Ky, can I have a few minutes alone with Daddy?

Jordan: Yeah, sure. I’ll just wait outside.

Hornelius: Don’t tell them I’m alive! Wait!

Daddy ran to the bed and laid back down as I walked out of the room and back into the lounge area. I sat down at the bar and a woman came up to me and sat down. I looked up at one of the TV’s and saw highlights of some random sports ball event playing. I turned to see the woman sort of awkwardly looking at me.

Jordan: Uh, hi?

Moonlight: Hey there… I’m Moonlight…

Jordan: Ah…

I didn’t respond as I pulled out my phone to check for messages but then put it back in my purse.

Moonlight: Do you play?

Jordan: Do I play what?

Moonlight: You know…

She gestured forward and I turned to look in the direction but saw nothing but a hallway.

Jordan: Is this some sort of game?

Moonlight: Do you want it to be a game?

Jordan: Uh, I don’t think so?

Moonlight: It can be whatever you want it to be…

Jordan: Wait, are you trying to proposition me?

Moonlight smiled at me, her midnight black hair flowing down each of her shoulders. She bit her lip as she did her best to be sexy.

Jordan: You do know that I’m here because my best friend’s dad just died, right?

Moonlight: They say people need all sorts of things when they’re grieving.

Jordan: I have a girlfriend!

Moonlight: Is she here?

I didn’t answer the question and narrowed my eyes at her, but then I saw Cookie coming and looked at her.

Jordan: Yes, she’s right here!

As Cookie reached me I stood up and grabbed her and placed a kiss right on her lips and then looked at Moonlight as a bewildered Cookie looked at me.

Moonlight: Let me know if you want to play with a third.

She winked and walked off as I shook my head at her.

Cookie: What in the world was that?

Jordan: Nothing, don’t worry about it… what did you find out?

Cookie looked at me and then sighed. It was very un-Cookie like. She sat down and I sat next to her. We were both facing the bar and sitting quietly. Cookie seemed like she was trying to find what to say, but the words weren’t there.

Cookie: Daddy needs some help.

Jordan: Ok?

Cookie: So I think he needs me to spend a little more time with him then I have been.

Jordan: That’s fine. We can get you some cheap flights back and forth if we need to. We can figure that out.

Cookie: Yeah, we can. But…

She let out another sigh and seemed to pout a bit.

Jordan: What is it?

Cookie: I need to take a break.

Jordan: A break?

Cookie: I want to take a break from competing…

The words hung in the air. I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. I bit my lip and fought back the emotion that was unexpectedly building inside of me.

Jordan: So, you don’t want to be my tag team partner anymore?

Cookie: You say that like I’m not already your best friend for life.

I smiled, but still felt the sadness within me.

Cookie: I still will come to shows and I’m still going to live with you, but I’m going to take a break from preparing and training in the ring. I need to look after Daddy and make sure he’s ok. You and Daddy are my family. You both need me. But right now, my family needs me more than the ring needs me.

I swallowed hard and nodded. I shook my head in a bit of disbelief.

Jordan: I don’t know what to say. I never thought the Psychonauts would die.

Cookie: They never will. This isn’t even farewell for our team. It’s… goodbye for now. I’ll be back to it someday. And then we’ll win the titles.

I nodded and looked down at the bar in front of me. I felt Cookie nudge me with her elbow and looked up to see her holding her hand up with her pinky extended. I stared at it for a moment and then looked at her and smiled.

Cookie: It will always be Psychonauts forever. Always!

I reached up and wrapped my pinky around hers and leaned forward and placed a kiss on her hand. I felt her pinky wrap around mine tightly and I smiled and looked at her.

Jordan: Always… I love you Ethel Dreams.

Cookie: I love you too, Kylie Majors.

We pulled our pinkies apart and smiled. And just like that, the era of the Pshyconauts was over. I rode back to Los Angeles on my own that night, sitting in the back seat while Vihaan begrudgingly took just me back. For the second time in my SCW career, my tag team was done. But this time I had memories I would hold on to forever. Our friendship made us champions in life. And when Cookie came back, we would take the world by storm.

March 30, 2021 – Los Angeles County

Cookie was barely around for the next 10 days. Throughout my life, it was in these times that I often made my biggest mistakes. But somehow, I was at peace. At least more than usual. Cookie wasn’t gone, she was just taking a break for her family. And while I might never understand exactly what it was like to do that, I supported her need to do it. I guess in some ways, Hornelius is a bit like a father to me. I never expected to call someone so zany a father figure, but he was. Slowly, but surely, I had amassed what felt more and more like a family. They weren’t necessarily people I’d chosen, but people that had chosen me. I’m not sure I could ask for anything more. The house was dead quiet as I sat on the couch reading material for my next role. Surprisingly, I’d been contacted directly by a studio to play a role in Resistance: Earth 2. I only imagined it had something to do with the night I spent in Kennedy’s box. Ok, even in my mind that sounded off. But Cookie and I watched a show from her private suite and it seemed to be paying dividends. I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone knocked on the door and broke me from my depressed, lonely trance. I crept to the door and opened it slowly to discover it was my girlfriend, Sierra.

Sierra: Um, hello? Are you going to let me in or stare at me like a creep?

I shook my head as I struggled to regain focus and opened it to let her in. I watched her eyes scan the place. She sighed.

Sierra: You can tell Cookie hasn’t been here as much…

Jordan: You can?

Sierra: This place is a mess! I know she’s the one that does all of the cleaning.

I scratched the back of my head and shrugged.

Jordan: Yeah… she always kept it tidy. But she’s trying to make sure Daddy doesn’t fake his death anymore so I guess I better get my shit together and start cleaning.

Sierra: Wait, what?

Jordan: You said it yourself. The place is gross. So I need to clean.

Sierra: No, Cookie’s dad? He faked his death?

Jordan: Not entirely. It’s a long, weird story. But she’s taking some time to help him and so she’s going to be around here a little less than usual.

Sierra: Oh… well…

Jordan: Well?

I raised a brow at Sierra as she sat down and looked at me with an innocent smile.

Jordan: Oh no… you’re breaking up with me?

Sierra: What? Why would you think that?

I grabbed at my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jordan: The way things have been going lately… I don’t know.

Sierra: I was warned of this.

Jordan: Warned of what exactly?

Sierra: Sienna told me. She said, ‘you watch, Jordan will be a mess because of the whole scaffold situation. She always fails to see the bigger picture.’

Jordan: Sienna said that?

Sierra: Yeah.

Jordan: Bitch…

Sierra: Hey!

Jordan: Sorry, I don’t even know what she means. I always see the bigger picture. The picture is I lost again and now I have nothing left to compete for.

Sierra laughed and shook her head.

Sierra: That’s it right there. You realize you looked like a total freaking bad ass in that match right? Ace will probably have nightmares about you nearly murdering him.

Jordan: Well, I was just trying to win.

Sierra: Everyone knows that. They know exactly how amazing you looked in that match. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Jordan: But I was right there. I had the damn thing in my hands.

Sierra: So? This is part of the lifestyle. You’re not this naive. What’s going on?

Jordan: I’ve just got all this shit happening. I haven’t won a big match in a year. Cannon is trying to steal the spotlight on my show. Cookie is leaving me.

Sierra: Well I’m not going anywhere, ok? Besides, it’s not really YOUR show. You’re just one of several stars. Don’t you think it’s kind of presumptuous to say otherwise?

I narrowed my eyes at Sienna and sat down next to her, leaning back into the couch with my arms crossed. She snickered at me.

Jordan: You know you scared the crap out of me knocking on the door. I didn’t even know you were coming.

Sierra: I texted AND called you. You just didn’t answer.

Jordan: What if I was busy? Or not here?

She shot me a skeptical look and I shrugged.

Jordan: Ok then…

Sierra: Maybe I just wanted to see my girlfriend?

She leaned forward and kissed me. I smiled, feeling myself blush even.

Jordan: Ok, but what’s the real reason.

Sierra: I needed to talk to you about something. Or some things.

I turned myself on the cushion and leaned my elbow against the back of the couch.

Sierra: It’s Sienna.

Jordan: What about her? She have some other words of wisdom for me?

Sierra: She’s pregnant.

I stared at Sierra for a moment. My mind was taking a long time to register what she was saying. I smiled and then let out a laugh.

Jordan: Umm… come again?

Sierra: I said she’s pregnant.

I shook my head to wipe away the disbelief and tilted it in confusion.

Jordan: And how’s that?

Sierra: Well you see, when a man and a woman get together–

Jordan: Sierra! Come on…

Sierra: Come on? I was genuinely concerned for a moment.

Jordan: How is she pregnant!?

Sierra: Sex?

Jordan: Sierra! She’s been single for how long?

Sierra: You don’t have to be in a relationship to have sex. Come on.

I let out a sigh in response to the direction of the conversation and then a frustrated laugh followed.

Jordan: Does she know who the father is?

Sierra smirked and laughed.

Sierra: After your reaction earlier, I’m not sure if I should say.

Jordan: So it’s Cannon. Jesus christ. He’ll be the talk of the show when he releases all these sickeningly sweet pictures of him holding this little baby and looking like some fucking greek god chiseled out of stone on Mount Olympus.

Sierra: Wow, your dissension runs deep with him. I figured you two might be kind of friendly.

Jordan: I didn’t have a problem until he started messing with my livelihood!

Sierra: Ok, calm down. He’s just doing the same thing you are. Besides, I heard that the show reached out to him and he thought you knew ahead of time.

Jordan: Who’s spreading that rumor?

Sierra: His agent?

Jordan: What does she know?

Sierra rolled her eyes and smiled.

Sierra: The fact you know exactly who I’m referring to tells me all I need to know about that.

Jordan: So what am I supposed to do with this? I’m terrible at secrets.

Sierra: She plans to come on to the show this week and address her future. Obviously she’s going to take some time off. Would appreciate it if you can keep an eye on her in case anything happens.

Jordan: Shit, another one…

Sierra: What?

Jordan: You’re just the second person to ask me that question this week. I’m beginning to feel like a henchman or a hired goon.

Sierra: You could have just said bodyguard, but come on… no one sees you that lowly.

Jordan: I bet Ace does.

Sierra: You sort of tried to kill him.

Jordan: He struck a nerve. Fuck his health.

Sierra: You’ve had way too much time to think about recent events. You need to get your ass back in the ring.

Jordan: It’s coming, don’t worry. Dean said he’d have something for me for next week. Probably someone dangling some achievement in front of me and me failing to meet expectations and failing miserably.

Sierra rolled her eyes.

Sierra: So can I tell my sister that you have her back?

Jordan: I guess.

Sierra: Can you make that a yes or no so I can break up with you if the answer is wrong?

Jordan: Fine, yes!

Sierra: Good girl.

Sierra leaned forward and kissed me again and then took another look around the house.

Sierra: You really need to clean this place up. You can’t expect me to want to stay here with you if it’s this dirty.

Jordan: Is that an option?

Sierra: Yeah…

Jordan: Let me see what I can do.

Sierra and I smiled at each other and she picked up the remote and turned on the TV as I stood and looked at the apartment. I think I’d been leaving it dirty secretly wishing Cookie would ride in on the back of Vihaan’s Escalade and clean the place up and give me a big hug. I was missing her. She didn’t realize the kind of impact she’d had on my life. Her not being around as much was just a huge adjustment for me. She’d become like my sister. But now the rest of my family was asking me to help them, too. I had to put aside my own feelings of recent and past events and I had to put my mind on what was in front of me. I didn’t need to pick a side, I just needed to pick me. I didn’t have to express anything to anyone, I just needed to stand for what I believed in. Maybe it wasn’t my turn to stand at the top of the SCW mountain yet. But I wasn’t ready to quit trying to ascend to that peak just yet.

Promo

A light flips on and Jordan Majors is shown sitting in a chair. She folds her hands together and looks down at the ground momentarily and then into the camera.

Retribution… it didn’t go down like it should have. But for me, what has? For the last year I have been saddled with loss after loss in the biggest matches in my career. It’s become a punchline, and it pisses me off. At Retribution, I had an opponent – a friend – use this very point against me. He posed the very question Sienna Swann did at Rise to Greatness. Why am I still doing this? Am I too stubborn to quit so I’m hoping someone else will put me out of my misery? The truth is, I don’t have the answer that will satisfy anyone. I’m doing this because it’s a passion for me. It’s all I care about in life. Even when I’m filming something these days, I’m still thinking about what’s next in the ring. What’s next for me is another championship in this company. Plain and simple. I don’t care how much I have to sacrifice, how much I need to bleed… I will do it.

Jordan nods like she’s reassuring herself.

I don’t even know the path. There is none at this point. I see peers of mine with clear direction toward the Adrenaline and United States Championships, but not for me. No… I’m sitting here dropped on my ass and relegated to helping my friends fight off their own problems. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not adverse to making sure my friends are protected and helping them right wrongs. But I need more to fight for than someone else’s issues. I was inches, freaking seconds away from a World Championship opportunity. But a DDT later and what? Nothing? This is like the hallmark of my career at this point. I bust my ass for months to build up and I fail. Maybe that’s why the office looks at me and they just go another direction? Maybe I’m just spoiled goods to them. Well, I refuse to adopt that mentality. I know what I’m capable and it scares me. To know I haven’t even scratched the surface of what I’m capable of, it makes me nervous about what could come in the future. But it all comes down to purpose. Maybe that’s why I’m really looking forward to this match with Holly. Purpose.

She smirks to the camera and swipes a few strands of hair behind her ear.

I know all the jokes, the taunting, the attempts at humiliation. I’ve heard it all. The woman has mocked my family, my career, even the god damn color of my hair. She can pick out every little thing about me and morph it into something big. But the difference between me and so many of my peers? Holly doesn’t get under my skin. Nah, I find it funny how she attempts to goad me at every turn. Ever the advantageous one isn’t she? Remember how she suddenly seemed on my side with her moment to get at Asher? She hates a man one week, the next week? Who knows. It’s harder to keep up with Holly’s mentality on supposed rivals and allies than it is with me, and that’s sort of saying something isn’t it? We’re a year removed from people scratching their heads about whether I was riding with the Beauty Factory or cashing my own checks. With Holly? She’s just finding someone else to ride. That’s not me shaming her either. It’s just not my style. It wouldn’t work for me, and It’s barely worked for her. This week it will serve her up a loss.

Jordan shrugs and then nods.

I know, I know. But she just beat Cookie, right? Well, I’m not Cookie. I love my best friend, but we are not the same person. I’m a different kind of dangerous in that ring and it was what we bring together that made us such a good tag team. Now, Cookie and I won’t be competing as team anymore. She’s taking a step back, and that’s fine. It’s still Psychonauts for life. That’s always gonna be my true ride or die. And no blonde ambition is going to knock me off my tracks. I feel like I have a purpose in this match. It’s the revenge game from Cookie’s loss at Retribution. It’s my chance to dish that bitch a dose of her own medicine and I fully intend on doing exactly that. It’s sort of funny that I’ve reached the point of my career where I just fully expect the assholes in this company to come armed with plans A through Z. Especially knowing B through Z is having one of their little buddies come down and cause turmoil. A story as old as time. So bring whatever you have Holly. I intend to beat you regardless of the shit you think you can pull.

She shows another smirk as she leans back in her chair.

You think I’m worried about whatever you might have planned? Because I’m not. You have a championship match to start preparing for. That doesn’t scare me. Just ask Tommy Valentine what I do to title contenders. Maybe even ask my friend David Helms. You see, Breakdowns aren’t where I have my issues. So even if you want to make those jokes about the direction of my career, don’t worry. I have nothing to lose in this match. You need the momentum. I just want to have a little bit of fun in that ring while ruining yours. And I will do just that. Because it’s about time I start showing this company what I’m capable of. This locker room needs a reminder that I am more than just the few big losses that they want to define me with. Maybe it’s Datura’s time to shine after that scaffold match, but I’m going to do what I can to steal a little bit of her spotlight by bringing the house down week after week. I said this at Retribution, but I am tired of waiting my turn. I am absolutely haunted by the idea that I will be forced to wait for the rest of my career. I realize now, that I have to take it. So I will take it from you.

Jordan folds her hands together and leans forward.

I don’t care if the entire Blondtourage shows up for our match at Breakdown, Holly. I’m going to make your contendership look like a fluke and show the people that run this company that they are overlooking me. If that doesn’t work… I’d hate to think what I might have to do. Don’t let yourself get fooled into thinking I’m only helping my friends with their business now. Because I got booked in a match against you. So you’re my business now. And that’s bad news for you, boo. Because this girl has something to prove. To myself, to you, to this whole fucking company. It’s just too damn bad for you that my first match back to the ring after Retribution was against you. Sorry, not sorry darling. I’m going to downright kick you ass. And you can take that to the bank blondie. Because Jordan Majors IS money.

Jordan winks and blows the camera a kiss before turning out the light and ending the video.