Post by The Mason on Feb 22, 2017 20:59:23 GMT -5
February 21, 2017
Somewhere Else
”I did it. Did you watch?”
Jenny sighed a little, receiver pressed to her ear, looking through the cracked, stained detention center glass once again. Her lips parted ever-so-gently into a knowing smirk.
”You watched.”
As she looked back at him through the distorted window, her smile eventually faded a bit. She drummed her free fingertips against the glass, going over lines in her head, looking for the words to say.
”The girl I was telling you about-- the one I’m always telling you about-- we have our match on Saturday. I think this’ll be it. No more cheap shots and name-calling after this.” Pause. ”...probably can’t promise the last part.” She lowered her hand down onto the small plank of wood that sat before her; an unnecessary base inches beneath the receiver used to communicate with the inmate behind that foggy, stained, cracked plexiglas. ”I--”
”Will you hurt her?”
Perhaps because she had been speaking at the same time he’d been-- perhaps because she just wasn’t sure she understood the question, she cleared her throat into the receiver and spoke up again.
”I’m sorry…?”
The shadowy figure chuckled a bit, amused at Jenny’s response. ”Are you going to hurt the girl?”
Jenny raised a brow, not sure the man she was visiting could see it.
”Yeah… I’m not in the business of hurting people, big guy. Just beating them. And that’s… that’s what I’m in this for. I wanna beat Avaset. Wanna make her tap out.” Shrug. ”Humble her.”
”People aren’t humbled without being hurt.”
There was a long pause between the two. They stared at each other, clouded as it may have been, through the detention center’s plexiglas.
”We probably have different ways of hurting people.”
From what she could see, she could see him grin.
”Probably.”
She lowered her gaze, troubled by the response, reminded of the things that placed the man across from her in his position-- masked and distorted behind this wall. ”When’s your parole hearing?”
”April the seventh.” Without hesitation.
Jenny didn’t know how to respond. She nodded a little, unsure if he could see it. ”You’ll be okay.” She took a breath. ”I will too.”
The man behind the glass didn’t say another word. She could see his lips part into a grin.
February 22, 2017
Here
”It ends soon, Avaset.
The teasing and the mocking and… and the cheap-shots went on way longer than they should’ve. Like-- it’s one of those situations where everything got so out of hand, I had to sit back and pause to really think about how all of this started. Sometimes I think about how if we could’ve erased ten minutes from our lives, everything would’ve been different. If you hadn’t sat at ringside during my debut match in the company, or… or maybe if I just hadn’t reacted to it, we wouldn’t be here.
Maybe we’d be where Terrance Tillman is. Maybe where Cynity is. Hell, maybe we’d at least have the same kind of drive as Ashley Maldano and we’d be looking for partners to take over the tag team division, but we’re not. We haven’t made two meaningful steps into 3GW because we’ve been too busy fighting with one another. Even during the one clear opportunity we had to change all that at the Red Carpet Rumble, we took it way from one another.
I see everybody else getting main event spots and opportunities to at least compete for a championship or… or something… and here we are, at each other's’ throats.
For nothing.”
At first, just darkness and the sound of Jenny Knite’s voice, we’re introduced to the scene. After moments, we finally fade into color. Jenny kneels before the camera situated on a table in front of her in the living room. Hair pulled back, visible from the waist-up in a decorative sports bra, Jenny continues.
”I know you meant to make an example out of me and then just move along to ‘bigger and better things’ Ava, but it’s not that easy. I’m not that guy.
You’ve taunted me. You’ve mocked me. You’ve hurt me. Maybe I'm guilty of some of the same, but we're still here, not where Tillman and Cyncity are. Apparently not even close. Allllll of this and neither of us has a damn thing to show for it, Ava. So at Showdown in the Sun, I want to end this. I want to put this behind us so I can move onto bigger… better things. I want to take every opportunity you took from me and robbed yourself of. I wanna make you tap out. I wanna make you cry. I wanna make you scream. Again.
One way or another, it ends. And it can’t be soon enough.”
fin.
Somewhere Else
”I did it. Did you watch?”
Jenny sighed a little, receiver pressed to her ear, looking through the cracked, stained detention center glass once again. Her lips parted ever-so-gently into a knowing smirk.
”You watched.”
As she looked back at him through the distorted window, her smile eventually faded a bit. She drummed her free fingertips against the glass, going over lines in her head, looking for the words to say.
”The girl I was telling you about-- the one I’m always telling you about-- we have our match on Saturday. I think this’ll be it. No more cheap shots and name-calling after this.” Pause. ”...probably can’t promise the last part.” She lowered her hand down onto the small plank of wood that sat before her; an unnecessary base inches beneath the receiver used to communicate with the inmate behind that foggy, stained, cracked plexiglas. ”I--”
”Will you hurt her?”
Perhaps because she had been speaking at the same time he’d been-- perhaps because she just wasn’t sure she understood the question, she cleared her throat into the receiver and spoke up again.
”I’m sorry…?”
The shadowy figure chuckled a bit, amused at Jenny’s response. ”Are you going to hurt the girl?”
Jenny raised a brow, not sure the man she was visiting could see it.
”Yeah… I’m not in the business of hurting people, big guy. Just beating them. And that’s… that’s what I’m in this for. I wanna beat Avaset. Wanna make her tap out.” Shrug. ”Humble her.”
”People aren’t humbled without being hurt.”
There was a long pause between the two. They stared at each other, clouded as it may have been, through the detention center’s plexiglas.
”We probably have different ways of hurting people.”
From what she could see, she could see him grin.
”Probably.”
She lowered her gaze, troubled by the response, reminded of the things that placed the man across from her in his position-- masked and distorted behind this wall. ”When’s your parole hearing?”
”April the seventh.” Without hesitation.
Jenny didn’t know how to respond. She nodded a little, unsure if he could see it. ”You’ll be okay.” She took a breath. ”I will too.”
The man behind the glass didn’t say another word. She could see his lips part into a grin.
February 22, 2017
Here
”It ends soon, Avaset.
The teasing and the mocking and… and the cheap-shots went on way longer than they should’ve. Like-- it’s one of those situations where everything got so out of hand, I had to sit back and pause to really think about how all of this started. Sometimes I think about how if we could’ve erased ten minutes from our lives, everything would’ve been different. If you hadn’t sat at ringside during my debut match in the company, or… or maybe if I just hadn’t reacted to it, we wouldn’t be here.
Maybe we’d be where Terrance Tillman is. Maybe where Cynity is. Hell, maybe we’d at least have the same kind of drive as Ashley Maldano and we’d be looking for partners to take over the tag team division, but we’re not. We haven’t made two meaningful steps into 3GW because we’ve been too busy fighting with one another. Even during the one clear opportunity we had to change all that at the Red Carpet Rumble, we took it way from one another.
I see everybody else getting main event spots and opportunities to at least compete for a championship or… or something… and here we are, at each other's’ throats.
For nothing.”
At first, just darkness and the sound of Jenny Knite’s voice, we’re introduced to the scene. After moments, we finally fade into color. Jenny kneels before the camera situated on a table in front of her in the living room. Hair pulled back, visible from the waist-up in a decorative sports bra, Jenny continues.
”I know you meant to make an example out of me and then just move along to ‘bigger and better things’ Ava, but it’s not that easy. I’m not that guy.
You’ve taunted me. You’ve mocked me. You’ve hurt me. Maybe I'm guilty of some of the same, but we're still here, not where Tillman and Cyncity are. Apparently not even close. Allllll of this and neither of us has a damn thing to show for it, Ava. So at Showdown in the Sun, I want to end this. I want to put this behind us so I can move onto bigger… better things. I want to take every opportunity you took from me and robbed yourself of. I wanna make you tap out. I wanna make you cry. I wanna make you scream. Again.
One way or another, it ends. And it can’t be soon enough.”
fin.