Post by Jennie Docherty / Djinnie! on Nov 3, 2022 17:09:02 GMT
The truth is…
I don’t really know why I decided that now was the time to challenge her. She hadn’t even had her first match against Shelly… She was just here to remind these people who she is.
But I know…
Who she is.
She is my trainer.
She is my teacher.
She is my guardian.
She is my friend.
She is my sister.
And all I ever wanted to do was show her what she turned me into… What she made me see that I can do, and although my life has had its fair share of hiccups, I knew what I could be: I could be a fighter, a warrior, a badass bitch! I could march on the path that she paved for me, but I could do so much more… I could create my own path, and I could do it because of the strength that she instilled in me.
But she can’t watch over me forever.
And she needs to know I can take care of myself.
This is my way of showing her that I can do that.
This is my way of showing her that I can take care of myself.
“Love ya, too!” Jennie mumbles into the microphone.
She takes a glance over her shoulder to try to capture a glimpse of what Tara could be thinking, and despite the distance, Jennie could see the mildly amused expression displayed on Tara’s face; she couldn’t hide it too well this time around… She tried to look away from the audience, possibly as a means to hide it, but the audience knew, and Jennie knew.
Jennie beams with a smile while walking through the crowd, and high fives as many of the fans as she can on the way until the attention is taken off of her; everybody has become too focused with Tara inside of the ring, and since the spotlight has lost sight of Jennie, she was free to blend in with the audience, and so she pulls her hood up over her head and tucks her head low. A sudden vibration hits her side, and she digs her hand into her pocket to pull her phone out, and with a quick swipe, she reads the incoming text message.
The text reads…
Jennie continues to navigate through the audience while answering.
Some people just don’t know… They don’t know all the work that I’ve been putting in to ensure that I’m going to be ready for this situation! This was an opportunity that I was waiting for… I was waiting for, for a long time, because there was something about fighting my sister that just– it just stood out to me! It was my ultimate trial! If I could just stand in the ring with her… if I could just LAST in the ring with her, I would know that I made it. I would know that I could be in the ring with ANYONE.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
The sound of someone crashing against the mat is heard echoing throughout the near-empty warehouse. Inside of the ring is Jennie, and across from her is Shouta; Shouta is another individual who had been partly trained by Tara… Now, they stood as one of the most renowned around the world; it was something that Jennie aspired for herself, and who better to help teach her than someone who knew her sister quite well?
Every time Shouta would take Jennie down with an arm drag, she would return to her feet and charge back in; Shouta would take her back down, and transition for an armbar that she would angle herself out of… Shouta grew frustrated with her repetitive attack.
“Find another angle,” they called out to her.
Jennie answers with a couple of side kicks aimed for Shouta’s midsection; Shouta raises their arms to block the brunt of each kick, and snickers before spinning and going for a leg sweep…the sweep takes Jennie off of her feet, and she lands flat on her back, as Shouta raises their leg and comes down for a standard foot stomp.
“You still haven’t taken me down. Get a takedown!” Shouta orders.
Jennie spins on her knee to face Shouta, and charges forward; Shouta is able to step to the side and shifts Jennie’s own momentum against her… They go for a scissor leg sweep, but Jennie is able to free her leg just in time and hobble forward. She crashes into the corner, and turns immediately toward Shouta, who in turn is ready for her to attack… Jennie charges in and dodges an oncoming attack, and surprises Shouta by catching them with the spinning headscissors maneuver!
Shouta rolls through and begins to golf clap.
“You are getting better,” they say with a smile, and wag their finger at her, “But lightning doesn’t strike twice.” They say with a smirk and they begin circling the ring.
Shouta clearly had the edge over Jennie during the training. Shouta was more experienced than Jennie inside of the ring, and was turning heads wherever they went… But that was why their assistance in training was needed. They were the best person to get Jennie prepared to do everything that she sought out to do while Tara was out of action, as well as beyond… Jennie’s intentions were never to fade gently into the night when Tara would be able to return. Her goal was to live up to the legacy. Her goal was to shape her own. She aspired to be so much more than just the “baby sister”.
Over the course of the last four months, Jennie had frequented her training with Dickie Watson, Shouta, and Finn Wakefield; each of them had something new that she could bring into her arsenal, and something different that she could bring to her game that would differentiate her from her older sister. With all of the challenges and opportunities that were presented to her, she couldn’t help but feel that this training got her to the point that she was able to crush each of the challenges presented to her! She was the BRKTHRU Television Champion; she had fought against Atara Raven at the Tara Fenix Charity Event and emerged victorious… She was well on her way to becoming the rightful number one contender for the IWF Women’s World Championship, or even the Invictus Championship! But there was the next immediate challenge in front of her that was going to be her biggest hurdle: Tara Fenix. Her sister.
After months of training, Jennie felt… well, she felt sore, but that was from the toll her body had taken from some of the most physical, grueling matches that she had gone through.
Sloane and Jennie are inside of a changing room, each with a stack of clothes on the bench, and each one starting to look at some of the clothes that they have acquired.
“Oh, that one’s going to be cute!” Jennie says.
Sloane holds the top against her shoulders and puts it on display for Jennie, “D’ya really like it?” She asks and does a fashionable spin to model it.
“AMAZING!” Jennie answers, exaggeratingly dragging out each syllable.
Sloane gives a short curtsy, then hangs the shirt up on one of the racks. Jennie now begins digging through her own clothes, and Sloane purses her lips some, “Are you ready for this?” Sloane asks, and Jennie turns her head over her shoulder to give Sloane a puzzled look; her bright eyes are reassuring to Jennie, and she continues before Jennie can question her, “I mean, you just had a pretty intense match with Atty… I just didn’t think you would rush into such a huge competition!”
Jennie shrugs and turns her head back toward her stack of clothes, “This is what we do, right?” The tone of her voice suggests that she is teasing Sloane slightly with the mocking tone.
Sloane lets out a tiny snort, “I suppose it is what we do,” she answers with the same sass that Jennie had in her own tone.
Jennie glances over her shoulder quickly to see Sloane already starting to match some of her outfits together, and then quickly peels her own shirt off; she takes the shirt she had set aside and scrambles to put it on…and just as she’s about to finish…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a moment…” Sloane says, and Jennie could feel her hand pressing against her back. Sloane raises the back of her shirt to see a bruise on her back, going near her right side. Jennie winces when Sloane presses a finger against it, “What this? You didn’t have this yesterday when we went swimming!”
“I know, but—”
Sloane turns Jennie around, and squeezes her shoulders in a protective fashion, “Did Allen do this to you?!”
“What?!”
“I swear to you, I will kick his ass, RIGHT NOW!” Sloane insists as she releases Jennie, and fumbles a hand into her pocket to get her own phone. She turns away from Jennie while typing on her phone.
“No-no-no-no, this wasn’t…”
“SEB will kick his ass! This will be a whole biblical beatdown!”
“…Allen. It was just…”
“He is not going to lay a hand on you like that!” Sloane clicks her tongue several times as if to say “no sirree”, and she taps rapidly on the screen of her phone.
“SLOANE!” Jennie finally raises her voice more to get Sloane to slow down, and she turns her back around and pushes Sloane’s hands down so her phone isn’t in her face, “Allen would never! Allen has been nothing but sweet…this was from…” she sighs and licks her lips, feigning a shamed smile, “Training, Sloane. I’ve been training later at night with some friends, and they are a bit rougher, if y’know…”
Sloane covers her mouth and has a look of utter shock, “Oh! My! God! Jennie, are you! Are you…” Sloane gulps.
“What?! NO! No! Actual training, Sloane, don’t be silly!” Jennie can’t contain a short giggle when she thinks about where Sloane’s mind is slipping.
Sloane lets out a sigh of relief, pressing her hand over her heart as she does, “Oh, okay! Just… how come you’re trying to hide this?” She asks, and she turns Jennie back around to check the bruise again. “I mean… It looks like you took a bad landing. Why didn’t you ask me or SEB to work with you? Why so secretive?”
Jennie stutters.
“I don’t knooooow! You both just,” she winces when Sloane is still examining the bruise, “were busy, and I didn’t wanna interrupt and be a bother! And I just didn’t want anyone to go back to Tara with it, ‘cause I just don’t want her getting on my case right now.”
“Honey, you know we won’t tell her if you don’t want her to know, and you would never be a bother!” Sloane insists and slaps Jennie on the shoulder, “Stop thinking of yourself as one, okay?”
Jennie stomps her foot on the ground, and grumbles under her breath before answering aloud, “You know I can’t help it!” she sighs, “But don’t tell anyone. I have an image to maintain.” She raises her head high as a means to keep her confidence on full display.
Sloane pinches her fingers together and traces them across her lips, and then imitates locking it and throwing away the key, “Not a word.” Sloane starts raising some of the clothes in her pile again, “Just so you know, though, we’re going to the spa after this.”
“But we’re supposed to meet the boys at the bowling alley!”
“They can wait a little longer.” Sloane answers and shrugs.
I don’t really know why I decided that now was the time to challenge her. She hadn’t even had her first match against Shelly… She was just here to remind these people who she is.
But I know…
Who she is.
She is my trainer.
She is my teacher.
She is my guardian.
She is my friend.
She is my sister.
And all I ever wanted to do was show her what she turned me into… What she made me see that I can do, and although my life has had its fair share of hiccups, I knew what I could be: I could be a fighter, a warrior, a badass bitch! I could march on the path that she paved for me, but I could do so much more… I could create my own path, and I could do it because of the strength that she instilled in me.
But she can’t watch over me forever.
And she needs to know I can take care of myself.
This is my way of showing her that I can do that.
This is my way of showing her that I can take care of myself.
“Love ya, too!” Jennie mumbles into the microphone.
She takes a glance over her shoulder to try to capture a glimpse of what Tara could be thinking, and despite the distance, Jennie could see the mildly amused expression displayed on Tara’s face; she couldn’t hide it too well this time around… She tried to look away from the audience, possibly as a means to hide it, but the audience knew, and Jennie knew.
Jennie beams with a smile while walking through the crowd, and high fives as many of the fans as she can on the way until the attention is taken off of her; everybody has become too focused with Tara inside of the ring, and since the spotlight has lost sight of Jennie, she was free to blend in with the audience, and so she pulls her hood up over her head and tucks her head low. A sudden vibration hits her side, and she digs her hand into her pocket to pull her phone out, and with a quick swipe, she reads the incoming text message.
What do you think you’re doing?
The text reads…
Jennie continues to navigate through the audience while answering.
Some people just don’t know… They don’t know all the work that I’ve been putting in to ensure that I’m going to be ready for this situation! This was an opportunity that I was waiting for… I was waiting for, for a long time, because there was something about fighting my sister that just– it just stood out to me! It was my ultimate trial! If I could just stand in the ring with her… if I could just LAST in the ring with her, I would know that I made it. I would know that I could be in the ring with ANYONE.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
The sound of someone crashing against the mat is heard echoing throughout the near-empty warehouse. Inside of the ring is Jennie, and across from her is Shouta; Shouta is another individual who had been partly trained by Tara… Now, they stood as one of the most renowned around the world; it was something that Jennie aspired for herself, and who better to help teach her than someone who knew her sister quite well?
Every time Shouta would take Jennie down with an arm drag, she would return to her feet and charge back in; Shouta would take her back down, and transition for an armbar that she would angle herself out of… Shouta grew frustrated with her repetitive attack.
“Find another angle,” they called out to her.
Jennie answers with a couple of side kicks aimed for Shouta’s midsection; Shouta raises their arms to block the brunt of each kick, and snickers before spinning and going for a leg sweep…the sweep takes Jennie off of her feet, and she lands flat on her back, as Shouta raises their leg and comes down for a standard foot stomp.
“You still haven’t taken me down. Get a takedown!” Shouta orders.
Jennie spins on her knee to face Shouta, and charges forward; Shouta is able to step to the side and shifts Jennie’s own momentum against her… They go for a scissor leg sweep, but Jennie is able to free her leg just in time and hobble forward. She crashes into the corner, and turns immediately toward Shouta, who in turn is ready for her to attack… Jennie charges in and dodges an oncoming attack, and surprises Shouta by catching them with the spinning headscissors maneuver!
Shouta rolls through and begins to golf clap.
“You are getting better,” they say with a smile, and wag their finger at her, “But lightning doesn’t strike twice.” They say with a smirk and they begin circling the ring.
Shouta clearly had the edge over Jennie during the training. Shouta was more experienced than Jennie inside of the ring, and was turning heads wherever they went… But that was why their assistance in training was needed. They were the best person to get Jennie prepared to do everything that she sought out to do while Tara was out of action, as well as beyond… Jennie’s intentions were never to fade gently into the night when Tara would be able to return. Her goal was to live up to the legacy. Her goal was to shape her own. She aspired to be so much more than just the “baby sister”.
Over the course of the last four months, Jennie had frequented her training with Dickie Watson, Shouta, and Finn Wakefield; each of them had something new that she could bring into her arsenal, and something different that she could bring to her game that would differentiate her from her older sister. With all of the challenges and opportunities that were presented to her, she couldn’t help but feel that this training got her to the point that she was able to crush each of the challenges presented to her! She was the BRKTHRU Television Champion; she had fought against Atara Raven at the Tara Fenix Charity Event and emerged victorious… She was well on her way to becoming the rightful number one contender for the IWF Women’s World Championship, or even the Invictus Championship! But there was the next immediate challenge in front of her that was going to be her biggest hurdle: Tara Fenix. Her sister.
After months of training, Jennie felt… well, she felt sore, but that was from the toll her body had taken from some of the most physical, grueling matches that she had gone through.
Sloane and Jennie are inside of a changing room, each with a stack of clothes on the bench, and each one starting to look at some of the clothes that they have acquired.
“Oh, that one’s going to be cute!” Jennie says.
Sloane holds the top against her shoulders and puts it on display for Jennie, “D’ya really like it?” She asks and does a fashionable spin to model it.
“AMAZING!” Jennie answers, exaggeratingly dragging out each syllable.
Sloane gives a short curtsy, then hangs the shirt up on one of the racks. Jennie now begins digging through her own clothes, and Sloane purses her lips some, “Are you ready for this?” Sloane asks, and Jennie turns her head over her shoulder to give Sloane a puzzled look; her bright eyes are reassuring to Jennie, and she continues before Jennie can question her, “I mean, you just had a pretty intense match with Atty… I just didn’t think you would rush into such a huge competition!”
Jennie shrugs and turns her head back toward her stack of clothes, “This is what we do, right?” The tone of her voice suggests that she is teasing Sloane slightly with the mocking tone.
Sloane lets out a tiny snort, “I suppose it is what we do,” she answers with the same sass that Jennie had in her own tone.
Jennie glances over her shoulder quickly to see Sloane already starting to match some of her outfits together, and then quickly peels her own shirt off; she takes the shirt she had set aside and scrambles to put it on…and just as she’s about to finish…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a moment…” Sloane says, and Jennie could feel her hand pressing against her back. Sloane raises the back of her shirt to see a bruise on her back, going near her right side. Jennie winces when Sloane presses a finger against it, “What this? You didn’t have this yesterday when we went swimming!”
“I know, but—”
Sloane turns Jennie around, and squeezes her shoulders in a protective fashion, “Did Allen do this to you?!”
“What?!”
“I swear to you, I will kick his ass, RIGHT NOW!” Sloane insists as she releases Jennie, and fumbles a hand into her pocket to get her own phone. She turns away from Jennie while typing on her phone.
“No-no-no-no, this wasn’t…”
“SEB will kick his ass! This will be a whole biblical beatdown!”
“…Allen. It was just…”
“He is not going to lay a hand on you like that!” Sloane clicks her tongue several times as if to say “no sirree”, and she taps rapidly on the screen of her phone.
“SLOANE!” Jennie finally raises her voice more to get Sloane to slow down, and she turns her back around and pushes Sloane’s hands down so her phone isn’t in her face, “Allen would never! Allen has been nothing but sweet…this was from…” she sighs and licks her lips, feigning a shamed smile, “Training, Sloane. I’ve been training later at night with some friends, and they are a bit rougher, if y’know…”
Sloane covers her mouth and has a look of utter shock, “Oh! My! God! Jennie, are you! Are you…” Sloane gulps.
“What?! NO! No! Actual training, Sloane, don’t be silly!” Jennie can’t contain a short giggle when she thinks about where Sloane’s mind is slipping.
Sloane lets out a sigh of relief, pressing her hand over her heart as she does, “Oh, okay! Just… how come you’re trying to hide this?” She asks, and she turns Jennie back around to check the bruise again. “I mean… It looks like you took a bad landing. Why didn’t you ask me or SEB to work with you? Why so secretive?”
Jennie stutters.
“I don’t knooooow! You both just,” she winces when Sloane is still examining the bruise, “were busy, and I didn’t wanna interrupt and be a bother! And I just didn’t want anyone to go back to Tara with it, ‘cause I just don’t want her getting on my case right now.”
“Honey, you know we won’t tell her if you don’t want her to know, and you would never be a bother!” Sloane insists and slaps Jennie on the shoulder, “Stop thinking of yourself as one, okay?”
Jennie stomps her foot on the ground, and grumbles under her breath before answering aloud, “You know I can’t help it!” she sighs, “But don’t tell anyone. I have an image to maintain.” She raises her head high as a means to keep her confidence on full display.
Sloane pinches her fingers together and traces them across her lips, and then imitates locking it and throwing away the key, “Not a word.” Sloane starts raising some of the clothes in her pile again, “Just so you know, though, we’re going to the spa after this.”
“But we’re supposed to meet the boys at the bowling alley!”
“They can wait a little longer.” Sloane answers and shrugs.
Well howdy there pardner.