Let's! Get! DANGEROUS!

[Jennie Docherty / Djinnie!]

The curtains throughout the Blake-Docherty household are pulled back allowing natural light to illuminate the living room. Standing in the living room is, one, Sloane Taylor, another well-respected talent known in the industry. She admires some of the artwork hanging on the wall, and family pictures also near the wall and on the cabinet… until the scampering of feet is heard descending the staircase, and Sloane looks up to see Jennie rushing down with the tiny bundle of joy that is Lilith Blake held in her arms; Lilith lets out a tiny coo while trying to stretch her tiny arms upward to one of Jennie’s numerous necklaces that are dangling.

“Here she is!” Jennie shouts.
“Oh, my God!” Sloane exclaims in turn.

Sloane stretches her arms forward already as a welcoming gesture, as well as a gesture to request to hold Lilith. Jennie cradles Lilith in her arms, still careful with her neck, before handing her over to Sloane. Lilith now reaches for Sloane’s hair.

“She’s beautiful!” Sloane says, and turns her head upward to Jennie who is sporting a few new bruises, “Those weren’t there yesterday.” Sloane acknowledges.

Jennie is pulling out her phone, but then glances down at the visible bruises, and shrugs, “Just had a late night training session…” Jennie replies nonchalantly. She continues to swipe through her phone then says aloud, “I have to do a quick promo! Umm… Don’t say anything embarrassing!” Jennie says before pressing the button to go live. She holds up the “peace” sign with her fingers and sticks her tongue out before acknowledging the ever-growing audience, “‘Sup, bi– party people!” Jennie averts from swearing in front of Lilith.

“Hey, Jennie!” Sloane says, and Jennie turns the camera so that the audience can see Sloane Taylor in the frame cradling Lilith with one arm, and does the “Jennie” pose with the other; Lilith looks toward the camera inquisitively before going back to reaching for Sloane’s hair, and Sloane continues, “I heard you had a late night training session with Allen last night?” Sloane answers.

Jennie’s eyes go wide, “Well! We hung out! And we– we…yeah…but no, I went to the gym last night! Like, I have to get ready for this match against Atara,” Jennie pivots on her heels and counts each match she has coming up, “I have to get ready to face Tara, and I have to get ready for a triple threat against some guy obsessed with Darkwing Duck–”

“Let’s get dangerous!” Sloane says.

Jennie blinks her eyes several times, but then enthusiastically answers, “LET’S GET DANGEROUS! This is the game you want to play, Nick Danger? You want to play dangerous?! Well, danger is my middle name!”

“I thought it was Aurora?” Sloane asks.

“It’s an expression!” Jennie answers.

“Not a very good one. Who would want to be named ‘danger’?” Sloane rolls her eyes.

“ANYWAYS! Nick! You want to take a step into the danger zone, then that’s exactly where I’m goin’ to take you! I’ve heard about you from ‘lil man… He says you’ve got something that no one can train you for: you’ve got heart. You’ve got a-lotta-bit-a heart, and a-lotta-bit-a promise! But these are just some traits that you just can’t seem to excel with… You’re probably looking at ‘lil ole me, and thinkin’, well…I don’t really wanna know what you’re thinking, so please, keep it to yourself, but another thing that you are definitely thinking that is qualified for PG is that you don’t want to hit a woman! What ever shall you do?! Being stuck in the ring with me, and do you want to know how I’m going to answer you, snookums? FIGHT! FIGHT ME, NICK! SHOW ME how dangerous you can be! SHOW ME that heart that everyone talks about, and maybe at the end, you’ll be able to walk out with my respect…but…just not the win. What’s going to happen at Odyssey is quite simple: I walk out as the winner, and one step closer to becoming the INVICTUS CHAMPION?! But you’re not alone…we have another person who could just get in the way. Steffan Terretini? Not important! Some guy who is definitely on something, who I’ve had the distinct pleasure of questioning as a prime suspect in the case of whodunit… Now, Steffan, you are a large man. And I mean a laaaaarge man! And only mildly successful! You’re probably already scoffing at everything, and think that you have this one in the bag! But you’re not the largest person I’ve been in the ring with.” Jennie clicks her tongue, and shrugs one shoulder.

“Sorry, honey-boo-boo, but you’re not the largest, and you’re not the first person who will have looked down on me and thought that I was just an easy prey! Now, bald Johnny Bravo, I know you have a bit of a temper-temper, and I know that you are quite familiar with my family… I know that you’re looking at me and thinking that you’re going to extract some sort of vengeance upon my family name! And let me be the one to burst your bubble: WRONG FAMILY MEMBER! Y’see, I don’t back down from a fight! And I don’t wait for one! I BRING ONE! So when we get into the ring, I have no problem…clawing your effin’ eyes out. And contrary to what may have been said… I-really-do-believe-that-you-may-have-had-something-to-do-with-trying-to-run-me-over! I-don’t-care-what-you-or-that-ska–” Jennie takes a breath, and looks at Lilith again, but finally continues without the rambling sentence this time, “I don’t care what that deceptive lady has to say!”

“Oh, I see what you mean…” Sloane says. Jennie turns the camera back toward her, Sloane who now has her phone in one hand, and Lilith still cradling in the other while rocking her gently, “The Steffan guy…” Sloane couldn’t help but mock Jennie’s intentional butchering of the name of Stephen Terrella, “Definitely on something.” Sloane nods.

“Y’SEE! I’m not the crazy one… I’m not! Anyways, there’s a lot that’s been going on with me, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not keeping my eyes on the prize at the end of the road: INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP! WOMEN’S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Y’see, there’s something about my family…all of you have been quite familiar with my big sister, and even the ‘lil man, my nephew, monsieur Wraith’y’poo! And you know…the obsession…that we have…with gold.” Jennie says while tilting her head back and forth.

“Golddigger!” Sloane comments in the background again, and almost causes Jennie to lose her focus as her lips quiver, and she restrains from holding back her own chortle.

“It’s-not-that…” Jennie retorts rapidly, and then continues, “Ever since I returned…ever since I stepped foot in the ring, people have been comparing me to my sister! People have said what she’s done, what she’s accomplished, how big of a star she is! They would just call me…and see me…as the little sister, and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, that’s a road that we’ve all gone down, and we didn’t like where it ended up: competing with my sister… She casts a LARGE shadow! That’s why I had to do something, and why I am going to do something… Be sure all of y’all– well, tune in to Odyssey this week, too, because, well, duh, I’m on it! But also tune in to SACRIFICE! Because ‘lil man is on it! BUT THEN! The week after that because then it’s going to be a fight you’re not going to want to miss! One step at a time, though, one step…”

Jennie clears her throat, “The Invictus Championship! I see an opportunity to do something that my sister has not been able to accomplish, and as I say, I do admit to the family flaw: we are obsessed with gold… I want to carry that belt, I want to take the belt off of Coraline Macho, and have them join this beaut–” Jennie glances around the room, looking for a title that she does currently possess from another organization. She glances back and forth rapidly, but then finally shrugs, “It’s probably in my room! I hope it’s in my room… Do you think they’ll replace a belt if I misplace it?”

“I mean, they should…” Sloane stops to ponder it.

“Right?! What are they gonna do, let a champion walk around without a title? That's-not-a-good-look!” Jennie questions further and rolls her eyes. “ANYWAYS! These are two people who stand IN MY WAY from capturing a nice piece of gold that I’m going to revolutionize. That I’m going to turn into a masterpiece! Just. Watch! PEACE!” Jennie holds up the “peace” sign again, and signs off from the live recording.

Just as she hits the button to turn off, the door swings open, and Hayleigh is waltzing into the house with her arm in a sling.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, giiirrrl!” Jennie rushes over, but Hayleigh withdraws. There is a visible look of concern for her from Jennie and Sloane, and Jennie places a hand on her shoulder, “What happened?! Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine. Just… I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” Hayleigh answers.

Jennie smiles weakly, but accepts her answer, “Listen, love, I’m going to do something to make you feel better whenever you’re ready, okay? I can do your hair for you! Give you a fresh look, maybe some color if you want? I can do your nails! You name it, and your Aunt Jennie is gonna take care of you, okay?!” Jennie says.

Hayleigh nods and shrugs, “Sounds fine,” she answers, and brushes past Jennie to go upstairs.

Sloane and Jennie look at each other with visible concern, “She’ll talk about it when she’s ready.” Jennie says aloud as a reassurance to Sloane and herself.

Sloane's phone chimes, and she pulls it right away, “The boys are pulling into the driveway now. You wanted to go to this hockey game, right?”

“Yeah!” Jennie answers, and takes Lilith back into her arms, “Let’s put ‘lil miss thang back to bed!”

Sloane looks around, then notices a drone hovering… “Has this been recording us the whole time?!”

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_{LATER THAT NIGHT!}

The Scotiabank Arena; the Arizona Coyotes and the Toronto Maple Leafs are playing their nightly game and Sloane and Jennie are sitting beside each other. Jennie is wearing a slightly oversized Auston Matthews jersey, and she gets up to cheer as he takes a shot at the net! The shot goes wide, and Jennie can’t help but be a little bummed from the miss, but sits down beside Sloane.

“Are you enjoying it?” Jennie asks loud enough to be heard over the overbearing crowd.

“It’s great! Just wondering what’s taking Seb and Allen so long…” Sloane says, and shrugs her shoulders, "But you should probably focus on this match."

“They invited me to drop the puck, Sloane! I’m not gonna deny that!” Jennie insists.

“I didn't say to deny it, but...” Sloane takes a sip from her soft drink, slurping as there is little left, “You know what you’re doing…”

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer calls out throughout the arena, and the crowd all looks overhead to see the KISS CAM coming up, “Up on the screen we have JENNIE FENIX and SLOANE TAYLOR!”

The crowd begins chanting for the two to kiss, and Sloane and Jennie blink several times. They look over each others’ shoulders with no sign of neither Allen nor Seb arriving on the scene, so they shrug their shoulders, and kiss in front of the sold out crowd in the Scotiabank Arena! The crowd burst into a loud cheer as the kiss lasts for several seconds until the camera finally goes off of them.

“That’s my girl!” Allen shouts with a look of shock.

Seb, standing beside him, “I think we should let it go just a little longer…?”

“We were on the kiss cam!” Sloane and Jennie shout back simultaneously.