A Christmas Bedtime Story

The video started focused on a crackling fire place, zooming out to reveal a woman sitting in a rocking chair. She wore a dirty, gray hoodie, and on her head sat a red Santa hat. She rocked back and fourth in the creaky wooden chair. "Ohhhh Christmas treeee, ohhhh Christmas treeee, how lovely are your braaanches..." Skylar Jones sang to herself, before looking directly at the camera and smiling. "Merry Christmas eve, folks. I hope you're all snuggled up with your families, watchin' your favorite Hallmark movies, and sippin' some good hot cocoa." She smiled. "Tonight, I thought I'd read ya'll a little story." From the nightstand beside her, she lifted an unmarked brown book, opening it to a random page.

"Ahem, once upon a time, in the far away land of Iowa, there lived a little girl who was the daughter of a prostitute. She was poor, and she and her mother lived in the dirtiest, scariest part of their little town, with all the thieves, killers, and drug dealers. At school, nobody wanted to talk to the little girl, because all the bad things she saw messed up her little head, and she acted so, so strange. And as that little girl grew, everybody in the little town knew she'd grow up to be nothing more than a miserable thug, but what kind of thug? Would she sell drugs? Perhaps she would follow in her mother's footsteps, and sell her own body? Maybe she would make a career of breaking into homes, and stealing all the things she wasn't good enough to earn? That's what the people of the little town said. But that little girl, she grew up strong, and she grew up mean, and she wanted to make fools of everyone who said she'd be a thug! She wouldn't be a thug, she'd be the best wrestler that ever lived! The little girl became a woman, and that woman stormed through the world of wrestling, tearing all who stood against her to tiny little pieces, hell-bent on winning the thing she needed to prove that little town wrong about her: a golden belt around her waist. She tried many times. She dueled the mighty Lillian Byrne, she competed in a great tournament of sexual dominance, she even battled her best friend for a chance to win the greatest prize the League of Anime Wrestling had to give, but every single time that woman came up short. But one day, a man came to the woman with an offer. The Hardcore champion of AFW had resolved to forfeit her title, and it would be decided who the new champion was on Christmas day. When the man asked if the woman would fight for the belt, she simply could not say no, and so it was settled that on Christmas day, the woman would have a chance at glory, and this time, she was going to win no matter what she had to do, no matter who's blood she had to spill, no matter how many bones she would need to break, she would take that golden belt, and show everyone in the little town how foolish they all were!"

Skylar closed the book, tossing it on the ground, before taking her mug of hot chocolate. "Merry Christmas eve, everyone. I'll see you all tomorrow." She smiled, sipping her drink.