Post by Jennie Fenix on Oct 8, 2022 12:03:39 GMT -5
The play-by-play commentator broadcasts to everyone that is watching PWV from their homes at the November event of 2021. The focus is on Jennie Docherty… Jennie Fenix… standing at the top of the ladder, and reaching up for one of the briefcases that hangs overhead. Jennie has a smile on her face from ear to ear, as her fingers trace across the briefcase.
And then…
Darkness.
The crowd goes silent.
Shades of Mufasa being betrayed by his own brother; Jennie was betrayed by a woman that, while not her sister, felt like her sister: Atara watches Jennie fall, and Jennie reaches toward the ceiling as if to grasp anything to stop her fall… But she continues to fall in slow motion, until suddenly: THUD!
Jennie is face down beside her bed. She pushes herself from the floor, and is on her hands and knees. Her head darts back and forth, “What the–” she grumbles, inaudibly, and then smacks her lips together and unleashes a bellowing yawn. She moves into a seated position, and leans against the bed, then rubs her eyes with the back of her hands. Finally, a head scratch against her messy morning hair. She reaches her hand onto the nightstand, and pulls her phone free from the charging cable, and immediately taps the screen twice to turn it on then scrolls through her notifications.
She sniffles as she opens one missed message, and blinks, “Unsolicited dick pic… It’s-so-tiny! Hey, little guy!” Jennie rolls her eyes, and continues to check each and every notification! There were a number of notifications of people booking appointments to have their hair and nails done! Especially for the first big night of the weekend! And then there’s the text message from Atara. Jennie hesitates in opening the message, because knowing Atara, it could be anything! Probably a penis. Just as her finger inches closer, a sudden knock comes to the door.
“Jennie!” the voice on the other side of the door is recognized as Sloane Taylor. “Are you ready to go?!”
Jennie tosses her phone aside, springs to her feet, and runs excitedly to the door; she glances through the peephole to see Sloane sticking her tongue out at Jennie through the door. Jennie swings the door open, and they scream excitedly as if they had not seen each other in months! Jennie runs to Sloane and hugs her tightly.
“OH, MY GOD! I’m so happy you came!” Jennie squeals while squeezing Sloane.
“It’s for charity! Did you think I’d miss it?!” Sloane answers, and the two finally separate, and Sloane stares Jennie up and down. Purrseus stares at both of them from the pillow on top of the bed, confused by the interaction; Jennie is still in her jammies, a white tank top, and panda slippers. She glances past Jennie and can see a flannel shirt on the bed. “Was–” Sloane takes a double take of the flannel shirt, “–was Allen over here last night?!”
Jennie looks back at the shirt, then back at Sloane, then back at the shirt, and then back at Sloane, “Well, yes– but! No! We didn’t… we didn’t… you know! We didn’t do that!”
Sloane narrows her eyes on Jennie.
“We were just writing a campaign! For D&D!” Jennie says.
“Uh huh…” Sloane answers but in a tone suggesting that she does not believe her, “Well, no time for that! Get dressed, ‘cause you’re crazy if you think we’re not hitting up the beach while we’re here!”
“Come in, come in!” Jennie says.
Sloane rushes over to the bed and dives onto it, instantly reaching for Purrseus and petting his head; Purrseus’s purrs from the attention he is receiving, and Jennie starts digging through the dresser to find some clothes.
“Where’s Pandabear?” Sloane asks while looking around the room for the Akita.
“She’s in Tara’s room with Athena…” Jennie says. She shrugs her shoulders while still digging through the dresser.
“Oh! Makes sense!" Sloane answers.
Jennie flings one of her bikinis toward the bed and the string lands directly in front of Purrseus, who immediately swats at it as if the cat were catching a mouse. Jennie, after successfully picking an outfit, throws her arms up in success before running into the bathroom! Jennie pushes the door to a close, but it doesn’t shut all the way and remains creaked open.
Inside of the bathroom. Jennie hangs her clothes on an empty towel rack, and then starts to run the shower to let the water get up to temperature… While waiting for the water to get to temperature, Jennie can’t help but check herself in the mirror; she leans in and turns her head slightly to the side before tracing her fingers across her eyebrow where a faint scar remained. Jennie sighs. She closes her eyes, and from the confines of her mind, teleporting herself back to that night.
The audience is confused; they do not know how to react to the event that they just witnessed… Atara hit Jennie with a ladder that knocked her away from her aspiration to become a champion; an opportunity, to this day, that Jennie has not been able to get close to ever since. Atara is being held back at one corner of the ring by security, and the medical team is inside of the ring tending to Jennie. The announcement is made: Jennie cannot continue the match, and is carried out on a stretcher… but at the last moment, Jennie raises a thumb into the air.
The thumb, itself being a dual gesture; Jennie was able to let the audience know that she was okay! The battle may have been lost, but the war has yet to come. The second message that that singular thumb sent was to Atara. As the imagery focuses on the thumb, the transition shifts back to the hotel bathroom where Jennie is still standing in front of the mirror with the resting bitch face on full display while she has her thumb pointed upward.
“That’s Greek…” Jennie mutters at herself in the mirror, and flashes her tongue.
“Did you say something?!” Sloane asks from the next room over.
“No!” Jennie answers quickly, “Gonna take a quick shower then we’ll be on our way!” Jennie shouts in turn. Jennie hops into the shower, and there really is no necessary reason to go into telling you about her loofah so you’re going to have to use your imagination at this point. ALTHOUGH! She pokes her head out from the shower, and calls out, “Aren’t you coming in?!”
Sloane calls back, “Maybe you’ll just have to imagine me in there with you.”
“Maybe?” Jennie emphasizes.
End of this part of the scene.
Jennie and Sloane are walking with their arms interlocked as they walk briskly along a pathway that extends toward the beach.
“Who’s all meeting us here?” Jennie asks.
“Welllll, you know Seb is going to be there! But I also thought you would love for Allen to come…” Sloane’s voice trails, and Jennie’s face turns a little bit red, “So Seb is going to bring him! But I’m hearing that fans are already packing the beach… sooo, we may get pretty busy! There’s also going to be some hula lessons!” Sloane says excitedly, and the two walk a bit faster.
Jennie slows down and starts digging into her bag; Sloane stops and looks confused momentarily, “Everything okay?” she asks.
“Yeah,” Jennie nods, “Just gonna do a quick promo! I’ll catch up!”
“Fiiine! Don’t be too long!” Sloane says.
She walks ahead, and Jennie pulls up her phone. Following a swipe, and a couple of taps on her phone, Jennie starts adjusting her hair to give it just the right amount of bounce, then bobs her head back and forth; deep breath, and she presses the button to go live!
“‘Sup, bitches?” Jennie says while holding up the customary “peace” gesture, and then she crinkles her nose. Her bright eyes dart back and forth to where she is walking, and also trying to also focus on the audience on the live feed, “Let me say, first and foremost, I appreciate everybody who has come out to Waikiki for my sister’s shindig! It has been lots and lots and lots of fun, and I have absolutely LOVED spending it with all of you…” She says and blows a kiss at the camera.
“But!” Jennie exclaims, and holds a finger up in protest, “I came here for a reason! As all of you know, my dear, dear friend and muah have decided that we…are going to have a match. NOT ONLY are we going to have a match, but we are going to be STEALING the entire show! PAY ATTENTION to NIGHT THREE because that is going to be the MATCH OF THE EVENT! The MATCH OF THE YEAR! And this is going to be somethin’ that you can take back to…to…you can take it back to CHRIS PAGE and JAMES RAVEN at the Denzel Porter Invitational! That can go to BLOOD MONEY! That can go to Sabin and JC at Night of the Immortals! …or the Queen’s Cup at Southwest Wrestling Syndicate between Emmy, Seiya, Saint, and YOKAI!” Jennie gets giddier with every single match that she mentions.
She snaps her fingers together and brings her focus back to the camera ahead of her, “But all of ‘em are going to PALE in comparison to what Atty an’ me are going to do on night three…” Jennie holds three fingers up at the camera, and winks. She licks her lips before resuming her speech, “Now, I’m not going to deny that there is an obsession that is in my blood; it was an OBSESSION of my brother’s, it was an OBSESSION of my sister’s, it’s an OBSESSION that lil’ Sabin shares…and as much as I try to hide it, it’s an OBSESSION that I share. That is why I wanted to be in the ring with the likes of Dickie, and LEARNED from him! It’s why I wanted to be in the ring with the likes of Shawn. It’s why I wanted to be in the ring with the likes of TARA! Why I wanted to be in the ring with the likes of Shelly! MYO! Emmy! YOKAI! Arata! There are alotta names out there, and you know… I want to be in the ring with them… AND–” Jennie snaps her fingers at the camera, “–I want to BEAT every single one of them!”
She takes a momentary pause. She tries to refocus on the person in front of her: Atara Raven. Her friend does become her sole focus, and she lightly snorts before resuming, “Now, Atty, Atty, Atty… YOU are part of that list!” Jennie clicks her tongue several times, “There were several reasons for why I wanted this match with you, on this stage…this…GRAND…stage… I am considering those people that I listed, and many more beyond that, but we do have a history, don’t we? We’ve had ups; we’ve had our downs. There is just something about us! I wanted this match because, I mean, let’s face it, Atty… If your name is mentioned in the same sentence as mine, we’re selling seats! I mean, really, what happened at The Velvet Rabbit when we were set to share the stage…?” Jennie rolls her hand as if to gesture for the answer to come.
“We had a FREAKING RIOT!” Jennie exclaims.
“But let’s go back to the ups and downs, Atty… The ups: I count you as one of my DEAREST friends,” she says with a hand over her heart, and a look as if she might just melt, “We just clicked, y’know? You and me! Sisters, not by blood, but by bond! Someone I know that I can count on, and someone that knows she can count on me! But that doesn’t mean that this match could never happen… because, and MAKE NO MISTAKE, Atty! I do love you!” Jennie smooches at the camera, “I absolutely ADORE you! You…you COMPLETE me! But…there is no denying that we have some unfinished business. And so we go over to…the negatives that we’ve had with one another. Case AND point!” Jennie tilts her head to the side, and touches her finger against her eyebrow. She lightly snorts, and traces her tongue across her lips before continuing, “Something to remember you by, right?” Jennie feigns a smile, and rolls her eyes.
“So, umm… The question…” Her voice trails away as she scratches the top of her noggin expressing her own confusion to the question that follows, “Why?”
She remains silent for a couple of seconds after asking the simple question.
“Why did you have to interfere with that, Atty? What was it about me competing in that match that made you decide to come out and stop me, of all people, from getting one of the briefcases? Like… I’m a fucking delight, okay? What did I do to you? Was it Voldemort? Did Voldemort persuade you?! Probably knew he couldn’t hang in the ring with me either so needed your help…” She contemplates and taps her finger against her chin a few times, “Seems to be another family tradition as of late…” Jennie gives that traditional Jim Halpert look at the camera that anyone familiar with The Office would know right off the bat, and if you haven’t watched The Office, well then that’s on you! And right as she is about to resume!
“I said I was sorry!” a voice snaps at her.
Jennie covers the sun with her hand, and squints her eyes, then suddenly beams with a smile and waves! “Oh! HEI, PHEELZ!” Jennie waves frantically with her free hand, and Ophelia Pain-Pinkston walks in view of the camera and Jennie pulls her in for a hug, “Great to see you! And great pie!”
Ophelia hugs Jennie back, “You’re talking about the pie pie, right? Not the…”
“Let’s just say yes!” Jennie says, and continues to hug Ophelia. Ophelia tries to pull back from the hug after several seconds, “Stop– stop trying to pull away! Accept my hug!”
“But I was on my way to go see Lilith!” Ophelia whines, “Tara’s getting her ready to bring her to her first beach day, and I’M NOT MISSING IT!”
“Oh…” Jennie releases the hug, “That’s acceptable then. Bring her to me! Dinner tonight?!”
Pheelz walks down the path away from Jennie, but looks over her shoulder to answer, “Absolutely! Lilith will be right down!”
Jennie blows a kiss toward Pheelz, and Pheelz catches it in the air! Jennie re-centers and refocuses on the phone camera to focus on the promo she’s shooting against Atara.
“Did you just want a match with me? Like…” Jennie rolls her hand forward, as if to say “duh”. “You just had to ask, Atty… And I know, I know, I know that we’ve had almost a year to let this whole thing settle, but it has been itching at me, and do you know what I did? I ASKED YOU if you wanted to have this match with me!” Jennie says while slapping her own head, again to say “duh”.
“I didn’t HIT YOU WITH A FREAKING LADDER!” DEEP BREATH! Deep breath. In, and out. In, and out. Jennie closes her eyes while trying to bring herself back down. She holds her free hand in position as if to go into a meditative state of mind, and resumes this for a little bit longer before finally opening her eyes and smiling ahead of her.
“But like I say… RIOT… We nearly had all of New York City shut down because of the protests happening outside of the Rabbit, so what do you think is going to happen here at Waikiki? Now, don’t get me wrong, honey, I didn’t wanna take Greece away from you… but… this match, it needed something–” she says while snapping her fingers, as a gesture to try to bring the correct phrasing to her mind, “–something, something MORE! Something SPECTACULAR! It needed to have something for us to lose, and as you know my love for Legos…” She says and places her hand over her heart, but then suddenly snaps back to attention, “Speaking of which! They have this new one! BOWSER!” She exclaims, and then mouths out O-M-G.
“I’m going to do a livestream of the full build! And y’know what…I think Atty should help me build it when I win. Y’know, I’m going to go ahead and urge all of you fine people to encourage Atty to also do this! You’ll find the Twitter poll online! Go ahead… Vote. Vote ‘yes’. So…y’know…I am so confident that I’ve got this that I’m going to wait to unpackage that bad boy until after the event!” She says with a simple, and confident nod.
Jennie can’t contain the smile, “It is going to be rather funny when you can’t talk about Greece for a whole month! Am I allowed to talk about Greece, but you can’t respond? Is that how this is going to work? I do have a few questions that I guess I should have asked before we signed on for this, but alas! What can I do? It’s-still-kinda-alotta-bit-funny-to-think-of-watching-you-squirm…” Jennie says with her words rambling on rapidly, and shrugs her shoulders.
“Over everything else, though, I’m just excited… I’m excited to finally share the ring with you, because you are great, Atty! Because…as much as I love you, I also know what you can do in the ring. It’s no wonder that Sabie adopted that knee, because that knee– whew– it is a KILLER! And like…TO THIS DAY…I haven’t seen someone hit a knee quite like you! And y’see, that’s something that…it excites me, Atty. It really is…exhilarating! It’s COMPETITION, ATTY!” Jennie licks her lips, and bites down on her bottom lip, and visibly shivers when a shiver runs down her spine at the mere thought of the competition.
“There is an old saying that comes to mind: if you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room. I look at that similarly where…if I am the best person in the room, then it’s time to move to the next room! And the next! And the next! So on and so forth! And that’s what I see when I look at you, honey: I see one of the best, and I see someone that I want to be able to hang with not just outside of the ring…as friends…but inside of the ring, as an equal competitor. And honey, I’ve seen the polls! I’m the underdog…” Jennie shrugs, “But–” Jennie purses her lips together and appears to visibly contemplate her position by looking upwards momentarily; she soon looks right back at the camera, and continues, “I’m okay with that. I’m okay with people underestimating me! Story of my life.”
She pauses and lets out another snort, unable to contain herself from rolling her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed with all the times that people have underestimated her, or just have not taken her seriously… But behind that beaming smile was the confidence that she would accomplish everything she sought out to do, and shock everyone when she does.
“Anyways!” Jennie perks back up, “That’s all I have to say for now! Remember to tune in for NIGHT THREE over every other night! Ciao!” Jennie shouts, and closes off her video with another “peace” sign held up to the camera. She tucks the phone back into her bag and hurries forward to see the crowd at the beach and as soon as she does get there, she can see a swarm of fans on the beach! They are primarily at designated locations where other participants for the event are mingling with them, while there is some security provided for people to also enjoy their time without having to be with fans every second of every day… Let’s be real: you can love your fans, but not want them to be in every aspect of your life, so it would be expected that while attending such an event, you would be provided with a sort of refuge. There was part of the beach sectioned off that acted as that refuge.
Sloane is lying face down on top of a towel. Seb is beside her with a glass in his hand. Jennie scours the beach for other people that she knows; she sees Sabin, her nephew, talking to another familiar face: ADI GOLD! Ricky Rodriguez, her ex-husband, working on his tan. Madison Carter whom Jennie is unfamiliar with but for some reason the name comes to her mind. Finally, she sees Allen Chaney sitting on the beach with a bucket filled with wet sand in his hands; he carefully flips it over to set a part on his sandcastle.
UNTIL!
Jennie charges in, tossing her bag next to Sloane in the process, and tackles Allen from behind! The impact causes part of Allen’s sandcastle to crumble, and his jaw drops while holding his hands out as if to ask “WHY” to whatever deity is above… “W-w-w-w-what–” Allen fumbles over the words and turns around to see that it’s Jennie, who has her arms wrapped around him and is hugging him tight, “Oh! Hey, Jennie!”
“Alllllleeen!” Jennie squeals while squeezing him tighter.
Allen continues to sit still, and looks at the ruined sandcastle, “You–” he considers the accusation, then thinks better of it, “Not important! It’s not important!” Allen stands up and brushes some of the sand off him.
“You haven’t been in the water yet?!” Jennie asks, but it sounds rhetorical as she noticed that Allen is completely dry.
“I just ate, and you know, thirty minutes…” Allen answers, and purses his lips while nodding awkwardly.
“Let’s gooooo!” Jennie insists, and starts pushing Allen toward the water
But then something happened that Allen did not intend. He was saved by the most unlikely duo imaginable: Sabin and Adi Gold!
“Jennie!” Adi shouts.
Jennie straightens her posture and goes into full gasp mode when she sees Adi, and Sabin! “Adi! Saby! Oh…my…” she points back and forth at both of them, and mouths the question: “are you two…?” and then starts poking a finger into a closed hand to suggest…well…you know what she’s suggesting.
Sabin’s face immediately goes red, and Adi’s eyes go wide. They simultaneously start talking.
“What?”
“WHAT?!”
“Us?!” Sabin starts waving his hands in front of him.
“No! No!” Adi answers while laughing off the question.
Jennie sighs out of relief, and takes a deep breath; she places a hand on Allen’s shoulder to regain her composure, “Close one. He already has one baby coming in next month! We don’t need no mo’ babies!”
“Oh!” Adi slaps Sabin’s shoulder, “That’s right! You’re gonna be a daddy!”
“Yeah,” Sabin answers and scratches the back of his head nervously, and nods just as nervously, “Ashley is due next month.”
“So exciting!” Adi and Jennie exclaim.
“Congrats, ‘lil man!” Chaney chimes in and gives a light punch against Sabin’s shoulder.
While the four are in their own conversation, Seb and Sloane approach; Sloane has two coconut drinks, one in each hand, and hands one over to Jennie who happily takes it along with a sip, and Sloane speaks up while handing it over, “Jennie, I think I lost my scrunchie… It must’ve fallen in the show–” Sloane suddenly freezes up.
Seb glances back and forth at them, along with Adi. Sabin blinks in such a way that says “I don’t need to hear this”. Seb starts pointing at them, “Wait, did you two–”
“We can neither confirm, nor deny that.” Jennie interrupts, and both of them casually sip from their coconuts.
