Good.
Nov 15, 2016 20:58:38 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Nov 15, 2016 20:58:38 GMT -5
November 15, 2016
Los Angeles, California
”I don’t know why… I don’t know why you’re on my mind the way you are. I can understand why I would’ve felt this way about like, Dooder3G because he was my first opponent in over two years. I can understand why I would’ve felt this way going up against Cassius two weeks ago because… because I failed against Dooder and like, um, that screwed up my footing a bit. That sucked. So I had to make it count against him. And I did.
Something about you though-- it’s way different. It weighs on me more than it did for the other two. I don’t know exactly why it is, but I know there’s a reason.
I think it’s because I know you’re gonna take me seriously out there because… that’s your approach to everything. I can’t find an example where it’s not, like-- it’s impressive. There isn’t some off-chance that I’m gonna get a ‘lucky’ strike or a pin because you lost focus or you took me too lightly. None of that’s gonna happen. You’re not wired that way. You’re preparing for this fight and I know I can’t prepare for anything less than that.
In a match against you, essentially, there are no excuses. And I’m fine with that.
I prefer that.”
Whatever caused our vision to be obscured is removed and after an initial blur, our scene materializes. Jenny Knite is seated in the living room of her Los Angeles home with her camera turned on herself. She pushes a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and sighs before she continues.
”I don’t want to be that person you make some huge, initial statement against. Like-- people like Ava are coming in and telling our interviewers about how they’re gonna use me to get ‘comfortable’ here, so obviously I’m giving off the wrong, umm… vibes. Obviously whatever Jenny Knite portrays is a far cry from whatever Gabi Beltran portrays. She didn’t come in here and talk about how she was gonna make you tap out. She didn’t watch you like a creep from behind a barricade. I don’t know… maybe you scare the hell out of her like you scare the hell out of everyone else.
There’s something you’re doing already that I haven’t figured out how to do in over three years, so maybe I can figure it out when we face off on Thursday Night Challenge. Maybe whatever makes you the way you are doesn’t work for me, but-- but maybe I can at least figure out how to do this better than I’m doing it.
Maybe at least I can figure out how to make people stop looking at me the way Avaset looks at me. Maybe--”
Jenny pauses and her head jerks upright at the sound of a creak. We can see through a reflection in a mirror, posted against the far wall, Sadie Jacks (better known as Sadie San Francisco) poke her head into the room. Dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her inquisitive expression is on full display as she surveys the living room before her eyes settle on Jenny. Sadie grins.
”Am I interrupting?”
Jenny raises a brow, shaking her head a bit.
”Was just finishing up.”
”Mmm. Sorry. Your brother let me in. I thought I heard you in here. Just uh… wanted to say good luck against Gabi. I don’t know shit about her. Looks like she’s pretty straightforward though, right?”
”There’s a word.”
”Sure you can handle that?”
Jenny narrowed her eyes but didn’t look back up at Sadie again. We can see Sadie grinning through the reflection in the mirror in the background. She drums her knuckles against the wall and sighs.
”Hey. No matter what happens, just know that nobody can really talk shit as long as you tried your best, right? That’s what your friend Noelle always banks on anyway. And it’s cute. Works for her. Kinda. Hah, hmmmm… kay, I’ll let you finish up. Talk to you later.”
”Yeah.”
Sadie slowly drifts out of the doorway, back into the hall. Her footsteps fade off down the hall and Jenny turns the camera back on herself with a small sigh.
”I don’t think I’ll feel that great knowing I just tried my best. For me, it’s important that I beat you Gabi. It’s important that I’m not caught up on someone else’s path. It’s important on Thursday night, that I beat you. ‘Good’ might not be good enough. Not… for me.”
With a deep breath, Jenny kills the feed. We cut to black.
Los Angeles, California
”I don’t know why… I don’t know why you’re on my mind the way you are. I can understand why I would’ve felt this way about like, Dooder3G because he was my first opponent in over two years. I can understand why I would’ve felt this way going up against Cassius two weeks ago because… because I failed against Dooder and like, um, that screwed up my footing a bit. That sucked. So I had to make it count against him. And I did.
Something about you though-- it’s way different. It weighs on me more than it did for the other two. I don’t know exactly why it is, but I know there’s a reason.
I think it’s because I know you’re gonna take me seriously out there because… that’s your approach to everything. I can’t find an example where it’s not, like-- it’s impressive. There isn’t some off-chance that I’m gonna get a ‘lucky’ strike or a pin because you lost focus or you took me too lightly. None of that’s gonna happen. You’re not wired that way. You’re preparing for this fight and I know I can’t prepare for anything less than that.
In a match against you, essentially, there are no excuses. And I’m fine with that.
I prefer that.”
Whatever caused our vision to be obscured is removed and after an initial blur, our scene materializes. Jenny Knite is seated in the living room of her Los Angeles home with her camera turned on herself. She pushes a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and sighs before she continues.
”I don’t want to be that person you make some huge, initial statement against. Like-- people like Ava are coming in and telling our interviewers about how they’re gonna use me to get ‘comfortable’ here, so obviously I’m giving off the wrong, umm… vibes. Obviously whatever Jenny Knite portrays is a far cry from whatever Gabi Beltran portrays. She didn’t come in here and talk about how she was gonna make you tap out. She didn’t watch you like a creep from behind a barricade. I don’t know… maybe you scare the hell out of her like you scare the hell out of everyone else.
There’s something you’re doing already that I haven’t figured out how to do in over three years, so maybe I can figure it out when we face off on Thursday Night Challenge. Maybe whatever makes you the way you are doesn’t work for me, but-- but maybe I can at least figure out how to do this better than I’m doing it.
Maybe at least I can figure out how to make people stop looking at me the way Avaset looks at me. Maybe--”
Jenny pauses and her head jerks upright at the sound of a creak. We can see through a reflection in a mirror, posted against the far wall, Sadie Jacks (better known as Sadie San Francisco) poke her head into the room. Dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her inquisitive expression is on full display as she surveys the living room before her eyes settle on Jenny. Sadie grins.
”Am I interrupting?”
Jenny raises a brow, shaking her head a bit.
”Was just finishing up.”
”Mmm. Sorry. Your brother let me in. I thought I heard you in here. Just uh… wanted to say good luck against Gabi. I don’t know shit about her. Looks like she’s pretty straightforward though, right?”
”There’s a word.”
”Sure you can handle that?”
Jenny narrowed her eyes but didn’t look back up at Sadie again. We can see Sadie grinning through the reflection in the mirror in the background. She drums her knuckles against the wall and sighs.
”Hey. No matter what happens, just know that nobody can really talk shit as long as you tried your best, right? That’s what your friend Noelle always banks on anyway. And it’s cute. Works for her. Kinda. Hah, hmmmm… kay, I’ll let you finish up. Talk to you later.”
”Yeah.”
Sadie slowly drifts out of the doorway, back into the hall. Her footsteps fade off down the hall and Jenny turns the camera back on herself with a small sigh.
”I don’t think I’ll feel that great knowing I just tried my best. For me, it’s important that I beat you Gabi. It’s important that I’m not caught up on someone else’s path. It’s important on Thursday night, that I beat you. ‘Good’ might not be good enough. Not… for me.”
With a deep breath, Jenny kills the feed. We cut to black.