3 Hot Blondes - Your Fantasy Becomes Reality
Feb 7, 2017 20:39:51 GMT -5
Post by Jaelynn on Feb 7, 2017 20:39:51 GMT -5
We take you to Randy’s gym, where 3GW talent, Jaelynn Ramsey can be found five or six days during the week. An improvement from her minimalistic days, the blonde has been putting in more time, as her exposure to the wrestling industry has grown (at least she sees it like this.) Getting the attention of the Paramount Champion, Cyn DA GOD, and facing a name like Terry Tillman were big for her. She was distancing herself from the likes of Susan Kent, and other new girls that seemed the same to her.
“Jae, I’m not sure about that Dom guy. I can see it from a mile away. He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type. I should know...,” Randy says, squinting his eyes as though he were hit with a sharp pain.
“I am completely aware of men like him. There’s no harm if everything is laid out on the table from day one. Anyway, enough of about that. I need to wrap my brain about this upcoming match.”
She says this as she exits the gym with her duffel bag over her shoulder. Randy is left with wanting to add something, however, he expected her to dismiss it. Kids, always leaving in a hurry.
As Jae crosses the street, she sees a bus taking off with speed at her usual stop. She curses under her breath, knowing the next one wouldn’t show up for another thirty minutes or so.
“With my luck, the uber driver is going to be one of Pedro’s cousins. Ick,” she says, with disgust. She shakes her head, opting to wait it out at the smoothie shop she frequents. Frugality wins, as she purchases a protein bar instead of going for a small post workout meal. With the establishment practically to herself, she opts to address her opponents and the 3GW Community via mobile device.
At risk of being caught by the young counter girl, or cooking staff, she goes on to set up her phone, setting it on the table across from her. She makes sure the lighting and angle is right before pressing the red button to start recording.
“I hope you received many congratulations and pats on the bottom, Terry. Acknowledging your win is all you will have on my behalf. Find the cure for influenza, and we’ll have a chat then,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Thursday Night Challenge 8 wasn’t my night, and I rarely get to say that. I also don’t want to use that as my crutch, as it’s annoying to get praised for effort. Prior to signing with 3GW, you either fulfilled your duties, or you would simply get the boot. ‘Effort’ alone isn’t exactly appreciated in the world of exotic dancing. You don’t get an ‘A’ for effort, if you spilled your client’s drinks over their silk shirts or for giving them a half-assed lap dance.”
Palm to the forehead on that unintended pun.
“Oh, is this news to you, Peaches? Take that as ‘ammo,’ when more than likely, I’ve been motorboated by Mr. Herrera on multiple occasions! When you mix curiosity with the Internet, you will find whatever, therefore, I’m putting it all out there before you can have your ‘Eureka!’ moment. Before I get to deal with you again, there’s another hurdle to get over on Thursday Night Challenge 9. The way I was paired with Macy Dover and Avaset Kaiser, makes me feel as though the booking team was creating teams for a singing competition show. The three fiery blondes versus the ‘It’ Couple, and the dorky third-wheeler. Despite El Grande Malo getting added like an extra organ, I know not to take The Gold Star Connection lightly. Fresh from a break, and carrying the tag team titles around, they’re feeling good about themselves right about now. With their intimate connection and familiarity of the other’s characteristics and mindset, this is ideal for them.
Now if our opponents are smart, they will not discount the fact that Macy and I have been successful as a team once, and I will align with just about anyone to make things happen. Don’t you worry about little ol’ me, Avaset. I only care to win, you can do what you normally do...just stay out of my hair until I signal for some assistance. I don’t think Macy requires reassurance, or for me to prove where I stand in this match. We’ve teamed together before and managed to get a win despite being total strangers. We can skip the kumbaya, and simply get to the nitty gritty. I want to win, and come Showdown in the Sun, everyone will see that I am cut out for a division that relies on camaraderie - even though that’s not my strongest attribute. Ahem.”
“Jae, I’m not sure about that Dom guy. I can see it from a mile away. He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type. I should know...,” Randy says, squinting his eyes as though he were hit with a sharp pain.
“I am completely aware of men like him. There’s no harm if everything is laid out on the table from day one. Anyway, enough of about that. I need to wrap my brain about this upcoming match.”
She says this as she exits the gym with her duffel bag over her shoulder. Randy is left with wanting to add something, however, he expected her to dismiss it. Kids, always leaving in a hurry.
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“With my luck, the uber driver is going to be one of Pedro’s cousins. Ick,” she says, with disgust. She shakes her head, opting to wait it out at the smoothie shop she frequents. Frugality wins, as she purchases a protein bar instead of going for a small post workout meal. With the establishment practically to herself, she opts to address her opponents and the 3GW Community via mobile device.
At risk of being caught by the young counter girl, or cooking staff, she goes on to set up her phone, setting it on the table across from her. She makes sure the lighting and angle is right before pressing the red button to start recording.
“I hope you received many congratulations and pats on the bottom, Terry. Acknowledging your win is all you will have on my behalf. Find the cure for influenza, and we’ll have a chat then,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Thursday Night Challenge 8 wasn’t my night, and I rarely get to say that. I also don’t want to use that as my crutch, as it’s annoying to get praised for effort. Prior to signing with 3GW, you either fulfilled your duties, or you would simply get the boot. ‘Effort’ alone isn’t exactly appreciated in the world of exotic dancing. You don’t get an ‘A’ for effort, if you spilled your client’s drinks over their silk shirts or for giving them a half-assed lap dance.”
Palm to the forehead on that unintended pun.
“Oh, is this news to you, Peaches? Take that as ‘ammo,’ when more than likely, I’ve been motorboated by Mr. Herrera on multiple occasions! When you mix curiosity with the Internet, you will find whatever, therefore, I’m putting it all out there before you can have your ‘Eureka!’ moment. Before I get to deal with you again, there’s another hurdle to get over on Thursday Night Challenge 9. The way I was paired with Macy Dover and Avaset Kaiser, makes me feel as though the booking team was creating teams for a singing competition show. The three fiery blondes versus the ‘It’ Couple, and the dorky third-wheeler. Despite El Grande Malo getting added like an extra organ, I know not to take The Gold Star Connection lightly. Fresh from a break, and carrying the tag team titles around, they’re feeling good about themselves right about now. With their intimate connection and familiarity of the other’s characteristics and mindset, this is ideal for them.
Now if our opponents are smart, they will not discount the fact that Macy and I have been successful as a team once, and I will align with just about anyone to make things happen. Don’t you worry about little ol’ me, Avaset. I only care to win, you can do what you normally do...just stay out of my hair until I signal for some assistance. I don’t think Macy requires reassurance, or for me to prove where I stand in this match. We’ve teamed together before and managed to get a win despite being total strangers. We can skip the kumbaya, and simply get to the nitty gritty. I want to win, and come Showdown in the Sun, everyone will see that I am cut out for a division that relies on camaraderie - even though that’s not my strongest attribute. Ahem.”