From Peaches to Beaches.
Feb 23, 2017 20:45:55 GMT -5
Post by Jaelynn on Feb 23, 2017 20:45:55 GMT -5
The feed opens to Randy’s gym, Jaelynn’s home away from home in Los Angeles, California. The training facility has been vacated of any ring rats and the owner himself is nowhere to be seen. In the ring itself, there is a beach chair, a cooler with wheels, and a palm tree inside a large pot.
The blonde originally from Utah enters the picture, clad in a neon green bikini top, short denim shorts, 4 inch wedges. Her hair sits up in her signature messy bun. She walks up the steel steps, and enters the ring through the middle ropes. She then takes a seat on the beach chair, making herself comfortable as the cameraman gets closer to the ring with the lens positioned between the ropes.
“TNC Nine was quite the recovery after not becoming the Fifteen Champion. To make things sweeter, I was the one to relieve Avaset Kaiser and get the victory for the unlikely trio. As stated before, so long as we can focus on winning, everything else will fall into place. We meant business, and that’s where it remains. There’s no need to praise one another, and send heart emojis congratulating each other for being successful. We can go in our own directions without tagging each other on Wednesdays. Best part in this? There’s no blood should we cross paths in the future.”
She lets out a shrug.
“After all the back and forth in every available avenue, the time has come for Peaches. I was warned that people would get under my skin, but never have I ever been this irked about someone. Yes, she’s bested me once in singles competition. One could argue I was adjusting to wrestling in front of a crowd, whereas my opponent has more experience and a resume with notable victories. She's no stranger to tag team success, however I’ve been doing well on ‘the low.’ Moving forward, there’s no denying I've improved since my first match at 3GW. I'm doing what's necessary to have more wins than losses in my record. I know this doesn't make roadkill breath happy, and why not? She wants to see me fail, because I call like it is. I'm climbing up the ranks, weeding out the Saylors of this business, and there's nothing Peaches can do to slow me down. Bring your boyfriend all you want into this. At TNC 9 I dealt with another golden tag team couple, and let's just say I left their connection filled with static when all was said and done.
For all of those watching right now, don’t be surprised if I shake things up for The Poly Chromatic Lion Attack Squad behind the scenes. Date night may never be the same when they resent one another for their shortcomings. There cannot be any ‘chill’ with Netflix streaming in the background knowing that a little shirt stirrer such as myself disrupted your harmonious union.
I am confident that my tag partner, a GRAND SLAM CHAMPION will lead us to victory. He knows both of you well enough to aim for your applicable weaknesses. I will be beside him to compliment his abilities. Dan Herrera is also a well recognized figure with his own accolades, but he's no Dom. It wasn’t long ago that Herrera couldn’t cut it against Cordy, and hasn’t always been one to get the job done when necessary. I suppose him and Peaches were meant for one another. Two failures. Dan is not worthy of my attention, not even to get under Peaches’ skin. Harter is hotter, and out of both women, I have hit the jackpot.”
She rolls her eyes jokingly, envisioning Dom sporting a cheesy grin wherever he may be at this time.
“At Showdown in the Sun, this ‘lesser-known,’ that you’re looking at will catch the eyes of many more that have been snoozing or wasting their time on the likes of Cyncity or Terrence Tillman. I’ve already struck the chord of curiosity when Dom was donning a t-shirt with my face on it. Being tied to increased t-shirt sales is wonderful, but there’s more I wish to accomplish. This is my chance to show the world that Peaches is a joke, and despite her relationship with Dom, that will not affect the outcome. Maybe after Showdown, you will mind your business, Peaches. You will reconsider loosening the reigns on Dom and better focus on your own affairs. I’m so sick of you. The beach is calling my name.”
And with that, Jaelynn pops open the cooler. She takes out a chilled bottle of Corona, and uses a bottle opener to remove the cap. The feed begins to fade as she takes a healthy swig of the beverage.
The blonde originally from Utah enters the picture, clad in a neon green bikini top, short denim shorts, 4 inch wedges. Her hair sits up in her signature messy bun. She walks up the steel steps, and enters the ring through the middle ropes. She then takes a seat on the beach chair, making herself comfortable as the cameraman gets closer to the ring with the lens positioned between the ropes.
“TNC Nine was quite the recovery after not becoming the Fifteen Champion. To make things sweeter, I was the one to relieve Avaset Kaiser and get the victory for the unlikely trio. As stated before, so long as we can focus on winning, everything else will fall into place. We meant business, and that’s where it remains. There’s no need to praise one another, and send heart emojis congratulating each other for being successful. We can go in our own directions without tagging each other on Wednesdays. Best part in this? There’s no blood should we cross paths in the future.”
She lets out a shrug.
“After all the back and forth in every available avenue, the time has come for Peaches. I was warned that people would get under my skin, but never have I ever been this irked about someone. Yes, she’s bested me once in singles competition. One could argue I was adjusting to wrestling in front of a crowd, whereas my opponent has more experience and a resume with notable victories. She's no stranger to tag team success, however I’ve been doing well on ‘the low.’ Moving forward, there’s no denying I've improved since my first match at 3GW. I'm doing what's necessary to have more wins than losses in my record. I know this doesn't make roadkill breath happy, and why not? She wants to see me fail, because I call like it is. I'm climbing up the ranks, weeding out the Saylors of this business, and there's nothing Peaches can do to slow me down. Bring your boyfriend all you want into this. At TNC 9 I dealt with another golden tag team couple, and let's just say I left their connection filled with static when all was said and done.
For all of those watching right now, don’t be surprised if I shake things up for The Poly Chromatic Lion Attack Squad behind the scenes. Date night may never be the same when they resent one another for their shortcomings. There cannot be any ‘chill’ with Netflix streaming in the background knowing that a little shirt stirrer such as myself disrupted your harmonious union.
I am confident that my tag partner, a GRAND SLAM CHAMPION will lead us to victory. He knows both of you well enough to aim for your applicable weaknesses. I will be beside him to compliment his abilities. Dan Herrera is also a well recognized figure with his own accolades, but he's no Dom. It wasn’t long ago that Herrera couldn’t cut it against Cordy, and hasn’t always been one to get the job done when necessary. I suppose him and Peaches were meant for one another. Two failures. Dan is not worthy of my attention, not even to get under Peaches’ skin. Harter is hotter, and out of both women, I have hit the jackpot.”
She rolls her eyes jokingly, envisioning Dom sporting a cheesy grin wherever he may be at this time.
“At Showdown in the Sun, this ‘lesser-known,’ that you’re looking at will catch the eyes of many more that have been snoozing or wasting their time on the likes of Cyncity or Terrence Tillman. I’ve already struck the chord of curiosity when Dom was donning a t-shirt with my face on it. Being tied to increased t-shirt sales is wonderful, but there’s more I wish to accomplish. This is my chance to show the world that Peaches is a joke, and despite her relationship with Dom, that will not affect the outcome. Maybe after Showdown, you will mind your business, Peaches. You will reconsider loosening the reigns on Dom and better focus on your own affairs. I’m so sick of you. The beach is calling my name.”
And with that, Jaelynn pops open the cooler. She takes out a chilled bottle of Corona, and uses a bottle opener to remove the cap. The feed begins to fade as she takes a healthy swig of the beverage.