Area 15
Jan 24, 2017 19:45:43 GMT -5
Post by Jaelynn on Jan 24, 2017 19:45:43 GMT -5
This week, 3GW’s Jaelynn Ramsey “invites” you to her apartment where the camera sits on a desk in her bedroom. An Andy Warhol print hangs on her wall, showcasing 1960’s British model, “Twiggy.” She presses the REC button, and takes a few steps before appearing in the frame.
“So I kick off 2017 with a win, even though there were many left wondering how could El Grande Malo lose to little ol’ me? It's a shame if you haven't been keeping track, especially with how I've been getting the job done. I am an ‘all means’ kind of girl, so the more poison to pick from, the better. I guess it only took roach spray to have El Grande Malo crawling back to whatever Americanized Mexican restaurant he came from. Too bad, so sad.”
She quivers her lips, shrugging.
“I know you're getting nervous, Peaches. Someone that's not a sideshow freak will team with me, because I am proving myself to be a worthy partner. Time is running out, however my case is looking better.
Tick. Tock.”
She points at the clock beside her bed before resuming.
“…Pound for pound...measured like China Buffet to-go. It’s iffy, and you’re unsure of the outcome on each occasion. You take your chances anyway. More than often you're pleasantly surprised at first bite, but time can only tell about what's yet to come…
Mr. Tillman, it's obvious that you take your career seriously. While going back and forth with the likes of Becker Gaines, Shintaro Majima, and so on, you're making it known to Cyncity that you have an interest in the Paramount Championship. You're not solely maintaining affairs in ‘Area 15,’ as you strive for more than fifteen minutes of Triple T Time!”
She turns to face the Warhol print, emphasizing the impact of someone's fifteen minutes in the spotlight.
“It starts with fifteen minutes, and from there, what’s next? The expression suggests it's nothing beyond those fifteen minutes, however, I'll gladly take it as a starting point and allow it to expand moving forward. Fifteen minutes will not suffice. The masses will want more. I can already feel myself becoming a commodity, and why shouldn't I be? I call it like it is, with no regard to the consequences or feelings of others. I get the job done, despite fools like Peaches seeking any opportunity to make me question myself.
It's not working. Try harder if you must.
There’s an opportunity to hold a title in 3GW, and I will do everything in my power to not be defined by an artist’s expression. I will use this opportunity as another step to climb the proverbial ladder. A man who claims to have ‘killed’ LDFC, and now wishes to carry 3GW on its shoulders? That's rather much to account for. Why let the company ride on your shoulders when you also boast about killing a former promotion? Many Smitty Dees from North Carolina were left with the urge to see their LDFC favorites and that is no longer a possibility. Should they wish to continue to see Emily Carter, the Terry Tillman, Pedro Gonzalez, and so on, they must fly out or take a Greyhound to California.
Now here comes the fruit stemming from the logistical labor: after traveling across country, they get to see ME.”
A bright smile flashes across her face.
“I realize this will not be easy, and I cannot underestimate someone that is well versed in this unpredictable division. Now that’s where I can actually be a dangerous competitor, as I do not repeat myself every week declaring myself as a ‘pound for pound best pure athlete’ (with a motor mouth to boot!) You’re already distracted by the prestige of the Paramount championship, and that’s a window of opportunity for me to climb through. While you’re looking to take out Dooger and anyone else setting their sights on the Paramount Championship, I am watching you. I want my fifteen minutes, and then some!”
Jaelynn stands up from her seat, and reaches for her phone. She hits the pause button, ending the feed.
“So I kick off 2017 with a win, even though there were many left wondering how could El Grande Malo lose to little ol’ me? It's a shame if you haven't been keeping track, especially with how I've been getting the job done. I am an ‘all means’ kind of girl, so the more poison to pick from, the better. I guess it only took roach spray to have El Grande Malo crawling back to whatever Americanized Mexican restaurant he came from. Too bad, so sad.”
She quivers her lips, shrugging.
“I know you're getting nervous, Peaches. Someone that's not a sideshow freak will team with me, because I am proving myself to be a worthy partner. Time is running out, however my case is looking better.
Tick. Tock.”
She points at the clock beside her bed before resuming.
“…Pound for pound...measured like China Buffet to-go. It’s iffy, and you’re unsure of the outcome on each occasion. You take your chances anyway. More than often you're pleasantly surprised at first bite, but time can only tell about what's yet to come…
Mr. Tillman, it's obvious that you take your career seriously. While going back and forth with the likes of Becker Gaines, Shintaro Majima, and so on, you're making it known to Cyncity that you have an interest in the Paramount Championship. You're not solely maintaining affairs in ‘Area 15,’ as you strive for more than fifteen minutes of Triple T Time!”
She turns to face the Warhol print, emphasizing the impact of someone's fifteen minutes in the spotlight.
“It starts with fifteen minutes, and from there, what’s next? The expression suggests it's nothing beyond those fifteen minutes, however, I'll gladly take it as a starting point and allow it to expand moving forward. Fifteen minutes will not suffice. The masses will want more. I can already feel myself becoming a commodity, and why shouldn't I be? I call it like it is, with no regard to the consequences or feelings of others. I get the job done, despite fools like Peaches seeking any opportunity to make me question myself.
It's not working. Try harder if you must.
There’s an opportunity to hold a title in 3GW, and I will do everything in my power to not be defined by an artist’s expression. I will use this opportunity as another step to climb the proverbial ladder. A man who claims to have ‘killed’ LDFC, and now wishes to carry 3GW on its shoulders? That's rather much to account for. Why let the company ride on your shoulders when you also boast about killing a former promotion? Many Smitty Dees from North Carolina were left with the urge to see their LDFC favorites and that is no longer a possibility. Should they wish to continue to see Emily Carter, the Terry Tillman, Pedro Gonzalez, and so on, they must fly out or take a Greyhound to California.
Now here comes the fruit stemming from the logistical labor: after traveling across country, they get to see ME.”
A bright smile flashes across her face.
“I realize this will not be easy, and I cannot underestimate someone that is well versed in this unpredictable division. Now that’s where I can actually be a dangerous competitor, as I do not repeat myself every week declaring myself as a ‘pound for pound best pure athlete’ (with a motor mouth to boot!) You’re already distracted by the prestige of the Paramount championship, and that’s a window of opportunity for me to climb through. While you’re looking to take out Dooger and anyone else setting their sights on the Paramount Championship, I am watching you. I want my fifteen minutes, and then some!”
Jaelynn stands up from her seat, and reaches for her phone. She hits the pause button, ending the feed.