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Oct 18, 2016 19:43:23 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Oct 18, 2016 19:43:23 GMT -5
”So did you know when it happened?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
”Did it hurt?”
“It felt… umm... it isn’t what I expected. It was more of a sound than a feeling. I-- I don’t know. I was numb. I think the denial kind of overwhelms the shock when the adrenaline kicks in. Something.”
”Weren’t you angry?”
“Ummmmm. I don’t think I was. Not when it happened. I was just scared.”
”Are you angry?”
“...sometimes.”
Silence.
“A part of you has to be after something like that happens.”
”Why?”
Silence.
“If you stay mad, you stay fighting. Or something.”
”Who are you fighting?”
“Everyone.”
”Who, specifically?”
Silence.
”Everyone. Isn’t that a dangerous fight?”
“That sounds bad. Uh. Maybe ‘anyone’ would’ve been better.”
”Even your friends?”
“I… I don’t know. Do we have to talk about this now?”
”If not now, when, Jenny?”
“Later?"
Silence.
“I promise. We’ll talk about it.”
Silence.
“Bye...”
Click. Tone.
October 18, 2016
8:02 PM
Los Angeles, CA
”Alright, sooo… we’re gonna get all of this in one take. Because we only have like eight percent battery left. Are you ready?”
We burst into color and the camera shakes up and down as the cameraman nods to the laughing Jenny Knite. She raises a hand up to the camera, stopping him, giving the cameraman a mockingly stern expression.
”This is some serious business. Focus, buddy.”
We cut, skipping to the next “take” where Jenny Knite is clearly standing in a completely bare garage, looking at the person manning the camera.
”This looks really cheap, doesn’t it? What a shitty comeback. We can’t afford a green-screen can we?”
She frowns a bit, looking at someone else out-of-frame who says something that the cheap-ass cameras can’t pick up.
”We do have green screen? Yesssssssss--”
We abruptly cut to the next “take” where we see Jenny, looking less-than-amused, standing in front of what appears to be green posterboard taped to the wall behind her.
”This isn’t what I meant. I was thinking like-- a real green-screen that would put us somewhere else. Like a forest. I appreciate how quick you were though.”
We jump ahead in time, where Jenny stands directly in front of the camera now, giving her best serious expression. The green screen behind her now has trees drawn on it. Poorly, in crayon.
”Hi, everybody. For some of you, long time no see! For most of you, we’re gonna have to start like, this whole long journey together and that’s fine, because I’m starting from scratch here in 3GW after over two years on the shelf. And I’m totally not gonna bring drama from another company over here, but on a personal level, for me, this whole journey’s about redemption. It’s about bouncing back from an injury that my doctors and my enemies told me I wouldn’t come back from.
And for twenty-three months I believed them.
But even beyond that, it’s about making the whole thing an afterthought… turning it into a trivial little ‘fun fact’ slipped into the long career of J. Knite.”
Jenny gives the camera a wink, laughing a bit.
”But I’m not naive. I know on Thursday night there’s someone waiting for me, trying to spoil the moment. Mr. Gang Green General. Dooder. Dooder 3G. Gang Dood.
Yesssss, him!
And I don’t know what words exist to say about my opponent! I can’t confirm his origins but from what I understand, he spent a lot of time wrestling-- maybe-- in South America and wasn’t even completely aware that he was a wrestler. And the whole thing would seem ludicrous to the untrained eye. To a novice, someone like Gang Green General Dooder wouldn’t even seem believable. But who knows? This guy could be playing every single one of us. His name is silly. His hair is silly. But what if he totally isn't?! He could be like, an underground wrestling wizard. He could be a battle-tested grizzled veteran and he’s not even aware of it. Ohmygod.
Stuff like that totally happens in wrestling all the time! And I’m not gonna be the one caught off-guard if he is, haha. Let the reessst of the locker-room stand there, mouths agape when he tries to pull off some super-duper spectacular win. I’m gonna prepare for the absolute worst and I’m gonna get the win anyway.”
Jenny gives the camera a wink and giggles again before regaining her composure, giving the camera one last long, serious look as the “low battery” warning flashes across the screen.
”Maybe I’ve overthought it and he’s some normal guy. Maybe he’s even below average. But I just don’t wanna take that chance. I’m gonna fight harder than I ever did before.
I’m not making these mistakes again. I prom--”
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“Yeah. I think so.”
”Did it hurt?”
“It felt… umm... it isn’t what I expected. It was more of a sound than a feeling. I-- I don’t know. I was numb. I think the denial kind of overwhelms the shock when the adrenaline kicks in. Something.”
”Weren’t you angry?”
“Ummmmm. I don’t think I was. Not when it happened. I was just scared.”
”Are you angry?”
“...sometimes.”
Silence.
“A part of you has to be after something like that happens.”
”Why?”
Silence.
“If you stay mad, you stay fighting. Or something.”
”Who are you fighting?”
“Everyone.”
”Who, specifically?”
Silence.
”Everyone. Isn’t that a dangerous fight?”
“That sounds bad. Uh. Maybe ‘anyone’ would’ve been better.”
”Even your friends?”
“I… I don’t know. Do we have to talk about this now?”
”If not now, when, Jenny?”
“Later?"
Silence.
“I promise. We’ll talk about it.”
Silence.
“Bye...”
Click. Tone.
October 18, 2016
8:02 PM
Los Angeles, CA
”Alright, sooo… we’re gonna get all of this in one take. Because we only have like eight percent battery left. Are you ready?”
We burst into color and the camera shakes up and down as the cameraman nods to the laughing Jenny Knite. She raises a hand up to the camera, stopping him, giving the cameraman a mockingly stern expression.
”This is some serious business. Focus, buddy.”
We cut, skipping to the next “take” where Jenny Knite is clearly standing in a completely bare garage, looking at the person manning the camera.
”This looks really cheap, doesn’t it? What a shitty comeback. We can’t afford a green-screen can we?”
She frowns a bit, looking at someone else out-of-frame who says something that the cheap-ass cameras can’t pick up.
”We do have green screen? Yesssssssss--”
We abruptly cut to the next “take” where we see Jenny, looking less-than-amused, standing in front of what appears to be green posterboard taped to the wall behind her.
”This isn’t what I meant. I was thinking like-- a real green-screen that would put us somewhere else. Like a forest. I appreciate how quick you were though.”
We jump ahead in time, where Jenny stands directly in front of the camera now, giving her best serious expression. The green screen behind her now has trees drawn on it. Poorly, in crayon.
”Hi, everybody. For some of you, long time no see! For most of you, we’re gonna have to start like, this whole long journey together and that’s fine, because I’m starting from scratch here in 3GW after over two years on the shelf. And I’m totally not gonna bring drama from another company over here, but on a personal level, for me, this whole journey’s about redemption. It’s about bouncing back from an injury that my doctors and my enemies told me I wouldn’t come back from.
And for twenty-three months I believed them.
But even beyond that, it’s about making the whole thing an afterthought… turning it into a trivial little ‘fun fact’ slipped into the long career of J. Knite.”
Jenny gives the camera a wink, laughing a bit.
”But I’m not naive. I know on Thursday night there’s someone waiting for me, trying to spoil the moment. Mr. Gang Green General. Dooder. Dooder 3G. Gang Dood.
Yesssss, him!
And I don’t know what words exist to say about my opponent! I can’t confirm his origins but from what I understand, he spent a lot of time wrestling-- maybe-- in South America and wasn’t even completely aware that he was a wrestler. And the whole thing would seem ludicrous to the untrained eye. To a novice, someone like Gang Green General Dooder wouldn’t even seem believable. But who knows? This guy could be playing every single one of us. His name is silly. His hair is silly. But what if he totally isn't?! He could be like, an underground wrestling wizard. He could be a battle-tested grizzled veteran and he’s not even aware of it. Ohmygod.
Stuff like that totally happens in wrestling all the time! And I’m not gonna be the one caught off-guard if he is, haha. Let the reessst of the locker-room stand there, mouths agape when he tries to pull off some super-duper spectacular win. I’m gonna prepare for the absolute worst and I’m gonna get the win anyway.”
Jenny gives the camera a wink and giggles again before regaining her composure, giving the camera one last long, serious look as the “low battery” warning flashes across the screen.
”Maybe I’ve overthought it and he’s some normal guy. Maybe he’s even below average. But I just don’t wanna take that chance. I’m gonna fight harder than I ever did before.
I’m not making these mistakes again. I prom--”
POWERING OFF