Post by Jennie Docherty / Djinnie! on Jun 29, 2024 18:42:12 GMT
“I never thought that this would be easy…” Jennie says.
The scenery fades into place with a close-up of Jennie’s face; her eyeliner is done with black at the base, and varying colors underneath. Her hair is let down and flow covers the surface that she is laying on.
“I mean, really, it’s nothing new… Ever since I won the championship, I’ve had everybody already trying to tell me that I don’t deserve to be the champion, or telling me that I begged and cried my way to the championship–” she scoffs, “But, really, all I did one time was invoke my rematch clause?! Every former champion is entitled to it, right? It’s all right there!” She says while stabbing her finger against the palm of her hand, “In black and white! The former champion may invoke their rematch clause in a timely manner. After that– what? I won Heiress to the Throne? After that? I didn’t ask, beg, or cry to Roberto for a rematch…I didn’t even make any excuses…I accepted what happened. I thought to myself that I’ll know better the next time that we get into the ring with each other! But then Roberto said– HEY! You’re getting a re-re-rematch against Brooklyn at METAMORPHOSIS! And I was just like– HEY! Cool! And he was like– COOL! And then we were like– COOL!” Jennie nods.
“But now that I’m the one calling the shots, they now want to try to say that I set myself up for success… But it’s like, that’s not who I am. I want to be the best to actually be the best, and I’m never gonna be seen as the best if I’m taking any kinds of shortcuts to get there! But it’s my fault that Charlie focused a little bit too much on The Murder and not enough on the champion? Please. Puuuuuh-lease! THEN–” she throws her arms outward toward the camera that hovers over her, “–I try to clear the air by having a nice… face to face… with the roster… and let them voice their concerns, but most of them wanna bite their tongues now that they have to say something to my face! They’ll talk about me behind my back, but say it to my face, no, no, no, now you’re asking too much!” She rolls her eyes.
The camera pans out, and it unveils that she’s lying down with her head on the lap of her niece, Lilith Ophelia Blake, who is currently twenty-two months.
Darting her eyes toward niece, and in a serious tone, she continues, “You would never turn on me! Right?!”
Lilith giggles and begins to have some babble talk, while slumping forward and goes for one of Jennie’s earrings. Jennie wisely moves out of the way before the demonic grip of a toddler can get a hold of it, particularly a hooped earring.
“What is this treachery?!” Jennie exclaims.
There is some fumbling at the door, a keycard on the other side being used to unlock the room…just as the door opens, Jennie picks Lilith up and bounces her up and down getting her more and more giddy, and Clinton Koch, better known to the audience as Jennie’s assistant, Cliff Cook, enters the room with two biodegradable cardboard cup holders, all with bobas, while shouting in introduction, “Bobas!” He glances around the room, “Where’d everybody go?”
With a pep in her step, Jennie meets Cliff near the door and takes one of the bobas from the holder, “Tara wanted to go check in on the school she trained at. Sabin went to some park. He took Mikaela. Dean is hanging out with Miss Wishes-She-Was-Me. I mean– you might be able to find Roberto in the hotel… Allen is on his way back!”
“What about Warren?” Cliff asks.
“I don’t like Warren.” Jennie answers, pivoting on her heels and sipping her boba, all whilst still holding and bouncing Lilith until she becomes a little too squirmy and is insistent on being put down.
Lilith, now on the floor, wobbles a bit but is successfully walking on her own.
“But didn’t Dean and Warren rekindle…?” Cliff continues, but is cut off by Jennie.
“He’s not good enough for my Deano! Besides– the guy is like… all up in his head… he talks about being the top champion in IWF, but–” she stretches her hand with the boba out toward the bed that has the IWF Women’s World Championship lying atop the pillow, “–hellooooo?”
Cliff’s eyes widen as he nods his head in agreement. He walks over to the couch and takes a seat, sipping from his own boba, “Listen, if it were up to me, you wouldn’t have even had to reveal yourself. Y’know? I–” he grimaces, recalling his first ever match at Night of the Immortals that saw him step into the ring against Randon Haynes where he had secured Jennie’s role as the sole general manager of Sacrifice, “I did my best.”
Lilith walks back to the couch and leans a little against it, starting to swat her hand at the trustworthy ginger. He glances down at her, “You hit harder than Randon!”
“You were great, Cliffward! Like– I was really proud of you! But just– couldn’t really expect him to do what he did…” Jennie shrugs.
“Listen, whatever these people want to say about you, boss, just know that I think you’re doing a great job! Like– you’re fair! You’ve got a good sense to have the checks and balances ready to go before people can ever accuse you of favoritism…but that’s the nature of the beast. The moment anyone loses, and I mean anyone, rather than them just taking the ‘L’ and moving on, they have to have an excuse. They have to have someone– something– to blame, and it’s just always easy to blame the manager, the champion, or even your whole family.” Cliff speaks with an encouraging tone, and half-smiles. All the while, Lilith is trying to climb atop the couch until Cliff finally reaches down to help her up, and she sits close to him. “What about Heiress?”
“What about it?” Jennie asks.
“I mean, you have to be thinking about who you might end up facing…” Cliff says.
“Honey, I really don’t even want to wait that long between defenses! It could be any of them. I’m the boss, sure, but I want to fight! I want to be in the ring! I want to defend my title! So– yeah, I’m finally getting back in the ring this week… but I wanna defend my title!” Jennie exclaims.
“At least it’s you and Allen teaming up.”
“Yeah, but that biii– that witch tried to put a wedge between us, and I just keep telling myself–” she plops herself onto the edge of the bed, “–that he’s just busy. But– y’know…”
“He is!” Cliff reassures her, “He’s been unstoppable!”
“Yeah, but it’s not fair that he’s now gonna have this cloud over him, too! People are gonna say that he only won ‘cause he’s engaged to me… He only is getting all these chances ‘cause he’s engaged to me. They’re already blaming me for everything, and I never wanted what I do to affect what he’s doing!” She grits her teeth, and shakes her head, “How do I stop that?”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you! You can’t!” Cliff says while pointing at Jennie to add some emphasis. Lilith copies the action, and Cliff nods to her. “Like, remember, you never made excuses anytime you lost! That’s what the people love about you! You’ve never made excuses. You’ve just gotten back on the horse and gone again! Not everyone shares that. Some of the best, even, don't share that trait. It’s just something that you can’t change.” He shrugs, “So– I ask again: who do you see yourself fighting at the end of this tournament?”
“I guess I’d love to face Abigail to make her eat every single word she’s thrown at me.” Jennie says albeit with less enthusiasm.
“Great! That… well… that’s a start!” Cliff says and claps his hands together, “Now about this match you got this Sunday! What about that?”
Biting down on her lip, and trying to hide her smile, Jennie says, “Just gonna get in the ring and show them why I’m the champion!”
“Why you’re the what?!” Cliff asks, cupping his hand around his ear.
“Why I’m the champ!”
“THE WHAT?!”
“THE CHAMP!” Jennie exclaims, “Show everybody that there’s a reason I didn’t wanna sit behind a desk. Phillip and Mimi– there’s no lying about it, the question comes up to me… as the general manager… How the hell did they get into the ring with us? I hope they can surprise us a little bit, ‘cause I do want a challenge.”
Just then, another keycard can be heard tapping against the door.
The scenery fades into place with a close-up of Jennie’s face; her eyeliner is done with black at the base, and varying colors underneath. Her hair is let down and flow covers the surface that she is laying on.
“I mean, really, it’s nothing new… Ever since I won the championship, I’ve had everybody already trying to tell me that I don’t deserve to be the champion, or telling me that I begged and cried my way to the championship–” she scoffs, “But, really, all I did one time was invoke my rematch clause?! Every former champion is entitled to it, right? It’s all right there!” She says while stabbing her finger against the palm of her hand, “In black and white! The former champion may invoke their rematch clause in a timely manner. After that– what? I won Heiress to the Throne? After that? I didn’t ask, beg, or cry to Roberto for a rematch…I didn’t even make any excuses…I accepted what happened. I thought to myself that I’ll know better the next time that we get into the ring with each other! But then Roberto said– HEY! You’re getting a re-re-rematch against Brooklyn at METAMORPHOSIS! And I was just like– HEY! Cool! And he was like– COOL! And then we were like– COOL!” Jennie nods.
“But now that I’m the one calling the shots, they now want to try to say that I set myself up for success… But it’s like, that’s not who I am. I want to be the best to actually be the best, and I’m never gonna be seen as the best if I’m taking any kinds of shortcuts to get there! But it’s my fault that Charlie focused a little bit too much on The Murder and not enough on the champion? Please. Puuuuuh-lease! THEN–” she throws her arms outward toward the camera that hovers over her, “–I try to clear the air by having a nice… face to face… with the roster… and let them voice their concerns, but most of them wanna bite their tongues now that they have to say something to my face! They’ll talk about me behind my back, but say it to my face, no, no, no, now you’re asking too much!” She rolls her eyes.
The camera pans out, and it unveils that she’s lying down with her head on the lap of her niece, Lilith Ophelia Blake, who is currently twenty-two months.
Darting her eyes toward niece, and in a serious tone, she continues, “You would never turn on me! Right?!”
Lilith giggles and begins to have some babble talk, while slumping forward and goes for one of Jennie’s earrings. Jennie wisely moves out of the way before the demonic grip of a toddler can get a hold of it, particularly a hooped earring.
“What is this treachery?!” Jennie exclaims.
There is some fumbling at the door, a keycard on the other side being used to unlock the room…just as the door opens, Jennie picks Lilith up and bounces her up and down getting her more and more giddy, and Clinton Koch, better known to the audience as Jennie’s assistant, Cliff Cook, enters the room with two biodegradable cardboard cup holders, all with bobas, while shouting in introduction, “Bobas!” He glances around the room, “Where’d everybody go?”
With a pep in her step, Jennie meets Cliff near the door and takes one of the bobas from the holder, “Tara wanted to go check in on the school she trained at. Sabin went to some park. He took Mikaela. Dean is hanging out with Miss Wishes-She-Was-Me. I mean– you might be able to find Roberto in the hotel… Allen is on his way back!”
“What about Warren?” Cliff asks.
“I don’t like Warren.” Jennie answers, pivoting on her heels and sipping her boba, all whilst still holding and bouncing Lilith until she becomes a little too squirmy and is insistent on being put down.
Lilith, now on the floor, wobbles a bit but is successfully walking on her own.
“But didn’t Dean and Warren rekindle…?” Cliff continues, but is cut off by Jennie.
“He’s not good enough for my Deano! Besides– the guy is like… all up in his head… he talks about being the top champion in IWF, but–” she stretches her hand with the boba out toward the bed that has the IWF Women’s World Championship lying atop the pillow, “–hellooooo?”
Cliff’s eyes widen as he nods his head in agreement. He walks over to the couch and takes a seat, sipping from his own boba, “Listen, if it were up to me, you wouldn’t have even had to reveal yourself. Y’know? I–” he grimaces, recalling his first ever match at Night of the Immortals that saw him step into the ring against Randon Haynes where he had secured Jennie’s role as the sole general manager of Sacrifice, “I did my best.”
Lilith walks back to the couch and leans a little against it, starting to swat her hand at the trustworthy ginger. He glances down at her, “You hit harder than Randon!”
“You were great, Cliffward! Like– I was really proud of you! But just– couldn’t really expect him to do what he did…” Jennie shrugs.
“Listen, whatever these people want to say about you, boss, just know that I think you’re doing a great job! Like– you’re fair! You’ve got a good sense to have the checks and balances ready to go before people can ever accuse you of favoritism…but that’s the nature of the beast. The moment anyone loses, and I mean anyone, rather than them just taking the ‘L’ and moving on, they have to have an excuse. They have to have someone– something– to blame, and it’s just always easy to blame the manager, the champion, or even your whole family.” Cliff speaks with an encouraging tone, and half-smiles. All the while, Lilith is trying to climb atop the couch until Cliff finally reaches down to help her up, and she sits close to him. “What about Heiress?”
“What about it?” Jennie asks.
“I mean, you have to be thinking about who you might end up facing…” Cliff says.
“Honey, I really don’t even want to wait that long between defenses! It could be any of them. I’m the boss, sure, but I want to fight! I want to be in the ring! I want to defend my title! So– yeah, I’m finally getting back in the ring this week… but I wanna defend my title!” Jennie exclaims.
“At least it’s you and Allen teaming up.”
“Yeah, but that biii– that witch tried to put a wedge between us, and I just keep telling myself–” she plops herself onto the edge of the bed, “–that he’s just busy. But– y’know…”
“He is!” Cliff reassures her, “He’s been unstoppable!”
“Yeah, but it’s not fair that he’s now gonna have this cloud over him, too! People are gonna say that he only won ‘cause he’s engaged to me… He only is getting all these chances ‘cause he’s engaged to me. They’re already blaming me for everything, and I never wanted what I do to affect what he’s doing!” She grits her teeth, and shakes her head, “How do I stop that?”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you! You can’t!” Cliff says while pointing at Jennie to add some emphasis. Lilith copies the action, and Cliff nods to her. “Like, remember, you never made excuses anytime you lost! That’s what the people love about you! You’ve never made excuses. You’ve just gotten back on the horse and gone again! Not everyone shares that. Some of the best, even, don't share that trait. It’s just something that you can’t change.” He shrugs, “So– I ask again: who do you see yourself fighting at the end of this tournament?”
“I guess I’d love to face Abigail to make her eat every single word she’s thrown at me.” Jennie says albeit with less enthusiasm.
“Great! That… well… that’s a start!” Cliff says and claps his hands together, “Now about this match you got this Sunday! What about that?”
Biting down on her lip, and trying to hide her smile, Jennie says, “Just gonna get in the ring and show them why I’m the champion!”
“Why you’re the what?!” Cliff asks, cupping his hand around his ear.
“Why I’m the champ!”
“THE WHAT?!”
“THE CHAMP!” Jennie exclaims, “Show everybody that there’s a reason I didn’t wanna sit behind a desk. Phillip and Mimi– there’s no lying about it, the question comes up to me… as the general manager… How the hell did they get into the ring with us? I hope they can surprise us a little bit, ‘cause I do want a challenge.”
Just then, another keycard can be heard tapping against the door.
Well howdy there pardner.