Enough.

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TENSION.

Serenity slammed the door behind her in her little condominium rented by her boyfriend in beautiful Orlando. She paced back and forth punching her fists in the air while grunting as hard as she could. She marched back and forth in her bedroom before punching a hole in the air that almost hurt her right fist. The pure anger from her father's belligerent conversations along with the continuous harassment of her career choices had forced her to a boiling point. She took off her shoes and threw them across the room then snatched a pillow next to her and held it close to her chest.

[color=purple"God I hate him!"

"I can't fucking stand him always having to have a goddamn say over everything I do! He's just like Karlie Nash. I've beaten her so many times but she just doesn't get the idea that I am sick of dealing with her shit. It's always the same formula with her. She pretends she's this amazing person who can do whatever she wants and people will love her for it but when she doesn't get what she wants, she complains like a bitch!"[/color]

She threw the pillow away from her and laid back on the sheets of her bed. Serenity almost ripped her face off having to contemplate the situation she was in.

"You know what Karlie? I warned you multiple times. I gave you chance after chance but you blew it. I'm sick of holding my tongue and being nice to you. For far too long, I've given you so much credit but you've shown absolutely nothing with it. For someone who has been the cornerstone of what a woman should be doing in the ring, you are the perfect example of what not to do outside of it."

"You've spent all your time investing in your pleasures that you've ignored the threat that stands before you. Sure, everything is okay as long as Karlie can find another mid-life crisis woman but that's not going to happen. A little girl is going to stand before you and make you quit. Make you suffer!"

Serenity stood up from the edge of her bed and marched to the balcony to view the city of Orlando. New city, same position. It was a form of meditation to just city-watch and distract her mind from everything else. She needed to prove to herself and her father she was in control of her career.

"So now Karlie, this is what's going to happen. I don't care how defiant you are regarding not being medically cleared to wrestle nor do I give a damn about what you think regarding what's going on between my father and me. I don't care if you tap out or beg for mercy. I'm going to break both of your arms and watch you squirm for help. Nikola won't help you, your little sex slaves won't save you and even Jesus will forsake you."

"That is my promise to you. I'm done being merciful with you week after week. I want that cruiserweight championship and no matter how many times I get knocked down, I will get right back up until I have that belt around my waist!"

"And dad, leave me the fuck alone! I can do this without you!"