Post by Ciara O'Connor on Oct 27, 2024 15:53:14 GMT
On the sidelines of the bustling training area, Ciara O'Connor watches Jolene Winston with an intensity only she can bring. Jolene's been working a grueling stamina drill, running a sequence of sprints, push-ups, and relentless burpees under Ciara's sharp eye. The fiery Irishwoman calls out with encouragement that’s half praise, half challenge, pushing Jolene to keep going.
"Come on, Jolene! You’ve got more in you than that!" Ciara shouts, a proud grin breaking through her usual tough exterior as Jolene powers through another round. There’s a glimmer of admiration in Ciara's eyes as she watches Jolene push herself, her pace steady, her breath labored but determined.
When Jolene finishes, doubled over but grinning through the exhaustion, Ciara gives her a light punch on the shoulder. "That’s what I’m talkin’ about, girl! Look at ya – every day, getting stronger, faster. You’re goin’ further than even you thought, huh?"
Jolene nods, catching her breath with a laugh. "You’re not letting me go easy, that’s for sure."
Ciara laughs too, clapping her on the back. "Easy’s not gonna get you where you’re goin’. You keep this up, and it’s only a matter of time before everyone sees what I already do: you’ve got the heart, the fight, and now? The stamina to take ‘em all down."
Ciara crosses her arms, watching Jolene cool down with a look of genuine pride, knowing she’s helping shape a powerful force.
Ciara O'Connor has a mocking grin plastered on her face.
"Well, well, well... we've got Serenity Holmes, the champion who thinks she’s untouchable, and Shea O'Hara, the number one contender, huh? The top-tier talent of the moment?" Ciara chuckles darkly. "You girls think you’re sittin’ on the throne, but all I see are two princesses about to get knocked down a few pegs."
She points directly into the camera, "Serenity, you’ve got the belt around your waist, the crowd chanting your name like you’re some kind of saint. But a title doesn’t make you invincible, darlin’. Champions come and go, and as quick as you earned it, you can lose it. You can call yourself the best all you want, but in my book, you’re just a placeholder, keeping that belt warm until someone with a real backbone steps up and takes it off you."
Ciara's grin only widens as she turns her attention to Shea. "And then there’s you, Shea O’Hara, the shiny number one contender with the Queen’s Gambit case who thinks she’s got it all figured out. I’ve been training you, I know you and you may think you know me. But guess what? When you’re face-to-face with me, you are going to figure out there are somethings I didn’t teach ya. Didn’t think I’d be that dumb, did you?"
She shrugs, a wicked glint in her eye "So here’s what’s going to happen: you two can play your little champion and challenger roles, but know that I’m right here, ready to wreck both of you whenever I feel like it. Because me, what I want? It’s about shaking things up, and I’m here to shatter every illusion you two have about holding the top."
“Got a problem with that? Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”
"Come on, Jolene! You’ve got more in you than that!" Ciara shouts, a proud grin breaking through her usual tough exterior as Jolene powers through another round. There’s a glimmer of admiration in Ciara's eyes as she watches Jolene push herself, her pace steady, her breath labored but determined.
When Jolene finishes, doubled over but grinning through the exhaustion, Ciara gives her a light punch on the shoulder. "That’s what I’m talkin’ about, girl! Look at ya – every day, getting stronger, faster. You’re goin’ further than even you thought, huh?"
Jolene nods, catching her breath with a laugh. "You’re not letting me go easy, that’s for sure."
Ciara laughs too, clapping her on the back. "Easy’s not gonna get you where you’re goin’. You keep this up, and it’s only a matter of time before everyone sees what I already do: you’ve got the heart, the fight, and now? The stamina to take ‘em all down."
Ciara crosses her arms, watching Jolene cool down with a look of genuine pride, knowing she’s helping shape a powerful force.
Ciara O'Connor has a mocking grin plastered on her face.
"Well, well, well... we've got Serenity Holmes, the champion who thinks she’s untouchable, and Shea O'Hara, the number one contender, huh? The top-tier talent of the moment?" Ciara chuckles darkly. "You girls think you’re sittin’ on the throne, but all I see are two princesses about to get knocked down a few pegs."
She points directly into the camera, "Serenity, you’ve got the belt around your waist, the crowd chanting your name like you’re some kind of saint. But a title doesn’t make you invincible, darlin’. Champions come and go, and as quick as you earned it, you can lose it. You can call yourself the best all you want, but in my book, you’re just a placeholder, keeping that belt warm until someone with a real backbone steps up and takes it off you."
Ciara's grin only widens as she turns her attention to Shea. "And then there’s you, Shea O’Hara, the shiny number one contender with the Queen’s Gambit case who thinks she’s got it all figured out. I’ve been training you, I know you and you may think you know me. But guess what? When you’re face-to-face with me, you are going to figure out there are somethings I didn’t teach ya. Didn’t think I’d be that dumb, did you?"
She shrugs, a wicked glint in her eye "So here’s what’s going to happen: you two can play your little champion and challenger roles, but know that I’m right here, ready to wreck both of you whenever I feel like it. Because me, what I want? It’s about shaking things up, and I’m here to shatter every illusion you two have about holding the top."
“Got a problem with that? Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”
Well howdy there pardner.