Meet The New Kid In Town.
Sept 13, 2016 22:56:26 GMT -5
Post by Jaelynn on Sept 13, 2016 22:56:26 GMT -5
(Off-Camera)
March 03, 2012
Hildale, Utah
News cameras and local reporters surround the fence outside of a two story brick house in the Mormon community. Children of various ages are being called by their mothers to return to their homes, all but an adolescent female with blonde hair and fair features. She looks on at the last child to run back to their home, before spinning on her heels to face the journalists.
“You need to do this, Jae,” she says to herself. The blonde takes her time arriving to the main gate of the community. She takes a deep breath before making her exit. In preparation for the cool day, she has on a heather gray sweatshirt over her long powder blue dress, and black pointed toe boots. Her signature white bonnet is missing, leaving her long locks free to be caressed by the wind.
“Miss, can you please share any insight on what went on behind these gates? Did you know Donald Hinkley?” Asks a tall, middle-aged man, as he points the microphone at Jae. Other reporters surround her, however, she only acknowledges the most persistent of the bunch. She eyes the microphone, and backs away slowly, responding with, “It’s...none of my concern. I have to get to the store.” She pats the backpack straps that are hanging from her shoulders, fleeing the heavily staked location.
Upon gaining some distance from the reporters, Jae cautiously looks in both directions before reaching into the side pocket of her dress. She pulls out a silver flip phone, opening it to make a call. She nervously clutches the phone to her ear in anticipation for a response. Three rings later, she hears a voice on the other side.
“Hi, thank you for answering. The traffic light near Maple is fine,” she says, calming down. At the conclusion of the call, she pockets the phone, and makes her way towards Maple Street.
(Present Day - On Camera)
While for some, a Thursday Night Challenge entails to seeing how much their system can handle alcohol without having to use a sick day; it’s my soon-to-be bread and butter. Glitz, Glamour, and Glory Wrestling caught my eye when I learned it was under Frontier Grappling Arts. There’s several impressive names competing on Vertigo, and then there’s a few faces that are simply punchable.
It’s a shame I didn’t make it to the Press Conference. My trainer felt as though I was not prepared to answer questions from the journalists, so he’s added “media training” along with the in-ring tasks. After seeing some of the talent being interviewed, I made sure to give him an earful. Did he think I’d look like Miley Cyrus being interviewed by Barbara Walters? Uh, even if I did, I’d draw in viewers. People would want to know more about Jaelynn Ramsey, and no, there’s no relation to the late pageant darling.
(Thought I’d get that out of the way early on.)
Wouldn’t it have been great for Peaches to have gotten herself a sneak peak of the Oakland Savage? Sweet Peaches, be your namesake and show me that proper Southern hospitality when we meet face to face. As the more experienced one, I want you to tell me it’s going to be swell no matter the outcome. Do you have it in you to give me a proper welcome? Or are you the type to condescendingly go at someone? Build me up, and in a charming way, tell me to fuck myself, right? “Bless my heart,” yeah, that’s the stupid saying.
I wasn’t “blessed” with some of the things many of you take for granted, but that’s about to change. I’m as free as I’ll ever be, with complete control of my life. Signing with 3GW is the first step and the best decision I’ve made as of late. I don’t expect this to be an easy paycheck, however, I refuse to eat my words. I’m well aware I lack the accolades, following, and recognition, but that will be changing, perhaps sooner than later. You can bet that I will do whatever is necessary to help my case. I don’t care who I need to step on, and I know I will make more enemies over anything else. I expect to remain alone, as I’ve always been, because being at the top is not meant for those that rely on a “buddy system.” So where I lack the experience, I compensate with determination and not psyching myself out at the risk of breaking something.
There’s my agenda, don’t ever say I snaked you like I’m Taylor fucking Swift. Instead, you’ll be singing lyrics expressing pain and disappointment. I’ll give Peaches and anyone else a reason to feel victimized.
Go ahead and dare me.
March 03, 2012
Hildale, Utah
News cameras and local reporters surround the fence outside of a two story brick house in the Mormon community. Children of various ages are being called by their mothers to return to their homes, all but an adolescent female with blonde hair and fair features. She looks on at the last child to run back to their home, before spinning on her heels to face the journalists.
“You need to do this, Jae,” she says to herself. The blonde takes her time arriving to the main gate of the community. She takes a deep breath before making her exit. In preparation for the cool day, she has on a heather gray sweatshirt over her long powder blue dress, and black pointed toe boots. Her signature white bonnet is missing, leaving her long locks free to be caressed by the wind.
“Miss, can you please share any insight on what went on behind these gates? Did you know Donald Hinkley?” Asks a tall, middle-aged man, as he points the microphone at Jae. Other reporters surround her, however, she only acknowledges the most persistent of the bunch. She eyes the microphone, and backs away slowly, responding with, “It’s...none of my concern. I have to get to the store.” She pats the backpack straps that are hanging from her shoulders, fleeing the heavily staked location.
Upon gaining some distance from the reporters, Jae cautiously looks in both directions before reaching into the side pocket of her dress. She pulls out a silver flip phone, opening it to make a call. She nervously clutches the phone to her ear in anticipation for a response. Three rings later, she hears a voice on the other side.
“Hi, thank you for answering. The traffic light near Maple is fine,” she says, calming down. At the conclusion of the call, she pockets the phone, and makes her way towards Maple Street.
x
(Present Day - On Camera)
While for some, a Thursday Night Challenge entails to seeing how much their system can handle alcohol without having to use a sick day; it’s my soon-to-be bread and butter. Glitz, Glamour, and Glory Wrestling caught my eye when I learned it was under Frontier Grappling Arts. There’s several impressive names competing on Vertigo, and then there’s a few faces that are simply punchable.
It’s a shame I didn’t make it to the Press Conference. My trainer felt as though I was not prepared to answer questions from the journalists, so he’s added “media training” along with the in-ring tasks. After seeing some of the talent being interviewed, I made sure to give him an earful. Did he think I’d look like Miley Cyrus being interviewed by Barbara Walters? Uh, even if I did, I’d draw in viewers. People would want to know more about Jaelynn Ramsey, and no, there’s no relation to the late pageant darling.
(Thought I’d get that out of the way early on.)
Wouldn’t it have been great for Peaches to have gotten herself a sneak peak of the Oakland Savage? Sweet Peaches, be your namesake and show me that proper Southern hospitality when we meet face to face. As the more experienced one, I want you to tell me it’s going to be swell no matter the outcome. Do you have it in you to give me a proper welcome? Or are you the type to condescendingly go at someone? Build me up, and in a charming way, tell me to fuck myself, right? “Bless my heart,” yeah, that’s the stupid saying.
I wasn’t “blessed” with some of the things many of you take for granted, but that’s about to change. I’m as free as I’ll ever be, with complete control of my life. Signing with 3GW is the first step and the best decision I’ve made as of late. I don’t expect this to be an easy paycheck, however, I refuse to eat my words. I’m well aware I lack the accolades, following, and recognition, but that will be changing, perhaps sooner than later. You can bet that I will do whatever is necessary to help my case. I don’t care who I need to step on, and I know I will make more enemies over anything else. I expect to remain alone, as I’ve always been, because being at the top is not meant for those that rely on a “buddy system.” So where I lack the experience, I compensate with determination and not psyching myself out at the risk of breaking something.
There’s my agenda, don’t ever say I snaked you like I’m Taylor fucking Swift. Instead, you’ll be singing lyrics expressing pain and disappointment. I’ll give Peaches and anyone else a reason to feel victimized.
Go ahead and dare me.